Tight Fit Too
Part II
Claire was actually a nice girl. It didn’t take long to find that out. It also suited me as nice girls didn’t get the attention I wanted so it meant more guys were looking at me and I liked that very much.
I had taken to showing an interest in Claire’s likes and hobbies but it was getting harder to look interested. Still, I noticed the guys on campus paid more attention to me when I was out with Claire. Whether this was due to two girls attracting more attention or the fact that I looked a lot sexier than Claire I’m not sure.
One of the more welcome additions to our group was a girl called Amanda. She was a small town girl and very much like Claire. At first, Claire had invited her but after meeting Amanda, I soon insisted on her joining us when we went out. I figured three girls was better than two and that meant more attention for me from the cute guys.
“Let’s go out,” I said.
I didn’t want to sound too desperate but pretending to study for 20 minutes was enough for me. Both girls looked at me as I lay on my bed with my book open at a random page.
“I’m not sure Heather. We got a lot to do.”
Claire made me want to scream but I managed to restrain myself as I looked back down into the mumble jumble of my books, I wondered how I ever managed to understand this stuff before I found out about boys.
“Go out where.”
The timid little voice I hadn’t expected startled me. Amanda was looking at me.
“Anywhere, you interested.”
She looked at Claire.
“We can’t do to much studying Claire. We need to relax to or we’ll get stressed. I’ve been there. It’s not nice.”
I was starting to like this girl and when I saw Claire close her book I decided this girl was going to be good for me.
And so our posse set out, I had dressed in a blue denim skirt, my sheer tights underneath, a pair of converse baseball boots and a pink polo shirt.
Trust me I was glammed up compared to my companions, both of whom wore almost matching cardigans that hung lazily over blue jeans and t-shirts.
They looked so similar that I wondered if the course they were studying had a dress code.
“Let’s get some coffee,” Claire said.
I looked at Claire and she realized it was the wrong suggestion. “Remember what Amanda said,” I reminded her. “We need to relax.”
I took Amanda’s arm and I saw her smile. Obviously she wasn’t use to friendship as she started to blush. She started to nod and I saw that Claire knew she wasn’t going to make this a quick break from her studies.
“Pub?”
Amanda’s suggestion was more a question as she looked at me for approval.
“Brilliant idea, Am.”
The doorman nodded at me as I walked the three girls into the pub. He was a big guy and bald. He looked like the kind of guy who could throw his weight around if needed, big and tough and well, sometimes, not so tough. Last time I’d seen him was at the park. He’d had this dog with him. A dachsund, I thought, or something like it that looked totally out of place with a big hunk of meat like him.
I’d said hi. He’d said hi back. No big deal. We’d just said hi but I knew he was looking at me.
“That your dog?” I’d asked.
“Yeah, why?”
I didn’t know what to say. I mean how do you tell a guy his little dog looks totally lame.
“You got something about my dog?” he’d asked tersely.
I shook my head. “Your dog’s fine,” I’d said.
“Maybe it’s me then. You got something on me.”
Again, I’d shaken my head.
“What’s the problem then?”
I’d shaken my head. How could I tell him? “It’s your dog,” I’d tried to say again.
“What about her?”
“She’s so small.”
“Yeah, I know. All the big dogs want to mount her.”
“I know what that’s like,” I’d said without thinking and then I’d realized what I’d just said and suddenly, he was looking at me.
“You do, do ya?”
Why was I getting so wet, I’d asked myself, and yet in point of fact, I was.
I’d definitely gotten his interest. Later that afternoon, we were back at his shitty-assed apartment and he was pushing me down on his cramped, little bed and he was treating me like the bitch I was.
I could see now that I’d been right, another less attractive girl had garnered more attention for us and I could see guys talking and frequently looking over to us.
I let the chit chat of Claire and Amanda drift off before being brought back into the conversation. Claire was talking to me.
“Heather?”
“Err, yea.”
“You looked distracted.”
Amanda looked concerned. “I think those guys are coming over.”
Claire nervously lashed her head around as Amanda went red.
“It’s ok,” I said. “Let them buy us a few drinks.”
Four guys came over to the table. One look told me they weren’t interested in the other two girls and they obviously felt we were easy targets, an almost guarantee.
“Hi, I’m Rick, this is Steve and Scott and Josh.”
The taller fair-haired guy took my hand as he spoke.
“I’m Heather, this is Amanda and Claire.”
The group gave us a welcome and we allowed them to sit with us as they got the drinks in. I was surprised by how well Amanda carried a conversation with them, Claire I could tell wanted to go home but when she found she had a class with one of the guys she seemed to join the conversation better.
Rick and Josh had sat either side of me and we shared another 4 or 5 drinks before Claire had announced that she and Amanda had an early class. I did think Amanda was going to object but she reluctantly stood up from the table.
“Yea pity,” she said. Her timid voice sounded sweet.
“I don’t have an early class and I just got a text from Keith. He said he’s going to meet me here.”
Amanda looked at Claire. “I don’t like leaving you here Heather.”
Rick spoke up. “Well I’m sure if this Keith guy doesn’t want to walk her home, I’m sure I can make sure she gets home fine.”
I nodded. “I’ll be fine.”
“Well if Keith can’t meet you text me and we can come back down for you ok?”
“Yes mum.”
I knew Claire was just being nice but I wanted her to go. After all, she and Amanda had done there job.
“We’ll walk you.”
Scott and Steve walked Claire and Amanda out the bar, as I watched them go I saw that the bar was now almost empty, I guessed most people had early class.
I sat back in the booth. My arms hung either side of me.
“So is Keith like your boyfriend?”
I looked at Rick. “He thinks he is, but I’m single.” I then turned to Josh. “So how do I repay you for the drinks?”
“Hmm?”
My hand slipped to his cock and I gripped it though his jeans under the table. My head turned to Rick and my mouth met his, I allowed my hand to start to unbutton his jeans. I struggled to do both at once.
“Why don’t you guys take your fat cocks out?”
The bravado that had once been there before was gone now as both guys looked at each other. They were probably wondering what had just happened. They were probably wondering how I’d turned the conversation on them but then their hands nervously opened their jeans and soon I had two hard cocks in my hands with only the edge of a table to hide what I was doing from any curious passerby that might happen our way.
I continued to wank both cocks. These guys were super hard.
“I want you to cum all over my hand ‘cuz I love cum. I want it so bad.”
I gave my cutest little moans and pouts as both guys let me work their cocks.
Soon Josh had shot his load over my hand, this allowed me to turn slightly and nibble Rick’s ear as I stroked him harder as my left hand had never been as smooth and coordinated as my right.
It didn’t matter though. I had my hand on his cock and I was stroking him good. That was what mattered and it wasn’t long before his cock was cumming all over my hand and I couldn’t help but love watching those guys as I brought both of my cum covered hands up to my mouth and licked off the residue.
“Well guys, it’s been nice but I got to go.”
I stood up and rubbed my ass over Rick’s softening cock as I slid from the booth.
“Will we see you again?” I wasn’t sure who asked that as I walked away.
“Sure, I’ll be about.”
Going out wasn’t always a given kind of thing. Claire had been adamant that studying should come first but Amanda seemed to a voice she would always listen to and when we were out it was always good. I liked it better when they made no effort to get the boys but that was soon to change.
It was Thursday night. Amanda had convinced Claire who didn’t have any lessons Friday to go out so when I got in after seeing Keith I surprised to see both girls done up.
Claire looked very nice and elegant but Amanda wore a figure hugging black dress, the girl had kept those curves a secret.
“Let’s go out Heather. Anywhere you want for a change.”
I didn’t need to be told twice, I dressed in my shiny black satin tights, blue jean shorts and shiny gold vest over a lace black bra.
As we made our way to a pub on the other side of town, somewhere new, I felt myself looking at Amanda. I wasn’t sure I would get any more attention then her, she looked great.
As we got into the pub she wasn’t the only girl I would be competing with. Lots of girls were out and looking good.
I had scanned the room as the two girls chatted and I saw one guy paying our group special attention, although nothing special he did seem rather cute, I smiled as I’d seen him nervously approach from behind the girls.
“Hi.”
Before he could say anything more, I reached between the girls and shook his hand. “Hi, Heather.”
He looked at me. “Hi Heather, I’m John Reece.”
Amanda spun around. “I thought it was you Amanda.”
Amanda hugged the guy and I felt a twinge of pain and hatred all at once.
It transpired that Amanda had been friends with John’s sister and they had known each other for years.
As the night went on I found out that she actually had always fancied him, she would go for sleepovers and dream about the older brother of her friend.
I could see that John also felt something for Amanda and knew it wasn’t just recently he’d felt like that, with Amanda telling me about how they had grown up, how she, her friend Jane, Jane’s brother John and John’s friend Mike use to stay up late and talk. It turned out Jane and Mike were getting married and Amanda and John were going to see each other in a few months at the wedding.
I waited till Amanda left for the toilet and I made my move. “Hi John.”
“Heather, it’s nice to see Amanda has met good friends.”
I smiled at him and knew he wanted to ask me if she had said anything to me about him. “Yea, so it must be tough on Amanda eh?”
He looked concerned.
“What do you mean? Is she in trouble? Can I do anything?”
Perfect I thought. “You know with the wedding.”
I could see he looked confused and that made me more attracted to him at that point.
“Jane and Mike’s wedding.”
He shook his head. He still had no idea what I was talking about.
“You know Amanda had a thing for Mike. He was the love of her life,” I lied. “That’s why she came to this college to get away from the pain of losing the guy she loves to her best friend.”
“Amanda and Mike, She likes him.”
I tried to put on my most innocent face
“Likes him, she offered herself to him after learning he proposed to your sister.”
He looked crushed and I took his hand.
“I thought... it doesn’t matter.”
I patted his hand. “You thought what babe?”
He looked to the floor. “I thought she liked me, I was going to ask her out.”
Again, as innocently as I could, I proceeded. “Well it’s a good thing I stepped in then, because we were chatting and I mentioned how cute I thought you looked and she said she was relieved you hadn’t asked her out ‘cause she thought of you like a brother and a best friend.”
“She does.”
“Hell yes, I don’t want to sound all wired but she was saying that she thought you and I could work well together.”
I saw him look at me now as if for the first time. God how stupid was this guy and I needed to get him moving before Amanda came back from the toilet.
My hand stroked his hair and the back of his head.
“You and me?”
I nodded as I stretched towards him.
“In fact she said we would be great together.”
His lips moved and I found him pushing himself into me in the middle of the crowded bar, as my head slanted as we passionately kissed his hands lid down my back and to my ass, he was actually a great kisser, I looked over his shoulder to see a tear filled Amanda at the toilet door looking at us.
John didn’t even notice as she grabbed her coat and left.
Okay, I felt like a total ass hole for doing that but sometimes, I just can’t control myself and besides, John was hot.
Of course, on the other hand, while John was hot, Keith was not, and yet he kept hanging around. Like didn’t he get the picture that he just wasn’t all that great. I guess not because one day, he asked Claire and me if we wanted to go to a concert with him and his goofball roommate Doug.
Yeah right. Like I wanted to go to a concert with those two, but hey, a free concert is a free concert so we went.
“I’ve got to go to the bathroom before we drive back,” I said when the concert was done.
“Me, too,” Claire agreed.
“Sounds good,” Keith agreed. “I’m pretty much in the same boat as you girls. How about you do your thing and we’ll meet back here.”
“Sounds good,” Claire agreed.
And it did sound good, I thought, right up until the time when Claire and me got to the line for the bathroom.
“This is going to take forever,” Claire said.
Forever might have been a bit overdramatic but I knew what was Claire was talking about. Still, what were we going to do? There was only one thing we could do. We went and stood in line.
It wasn’t long before Keith was back. “Hey,” he said. “What are you guys doing?”
“What’s it look like we’re doing?” I asked.
Keith shrugged.
“You see this line?”
Keith nodded.
“This is the line for the bathroom.”
“You’re kidding.”
“Does it look like I’m kidding?”
“Damn. It’s going to take you guys forever.”
“Yeah. We pretty much figured that out already.”
“You sure you guys can’t hold it?”
I gave him one of those looks. You know the kind. The you-got-to-be-kidding kind of looks.
“Forget I asked,” he said.
I’d already forgotten it. Problem was that didn’t take my mind off what I needed. “Where’s Doug?” I asked.
“I dunno. He’s around somewhere. You sure you guys are going to be okay?”
“Yeah,” I told him. “If this line ever moves.”
Claire said something but I wasn’t paying attention because at that moment, I saw Doug and he was waving to me to come and join him.
I shook my head but he kept waving at me. Finally, I told Claire to hold my place in line. I mean hey, it wasn’t like I had anything better to do. I might as well go and see what he wanted.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“You want to go to the bathroom?” he asked.
Wow! A real Einstein! “You figured that out all by yourself,” I asked snidely.
“Hey! No need to be mean about it. I’m just trying to help out.”
“Yeah? How?”
He was looking me up and down with an appraising eye. “You look like the kind of girl who likes to play close to the edge.”
“Maybe,” I said. Actually, this probably would have started to get me kind of hot ... if it weren’t for the fact that I needed to go to the bathroom.
“I know where there’s a bathroom that you can go right in.”
“Yeah? Where?”
“You interested?”
“Yeah.”
“Then follow me.”
It didn’t take me all that long to see where he was going and suddenly, I was pulling back. “That’s the men’s room,” I said.
“I thought you liked living life on the edge.”
“I do, but—”
“But what?”
I might have objected more strenuously if it weren’t for the feeling that my bladder was suddenly giving me. “Okay,” I said. “You win.”
We went in. Some of the guys looked at me. Some didn’t, but I didn’t care. What I cared about was that all of the stalls were in use. “I thought you said there was a place where I could go to the bathroom,” I said.
“Yeah, I did.” Doug raised his voice. “Hey, guys,” he called out. “Hey, there’s a lady here. Can you let her into one of the toilets.”
Okay, now everyone was looking at me, and okay, that was kind of hot but one of the men looked at Doug. “You’re girlfriend can wait her turn, just like the rest of us.”
“Come on, buddy.”
“I said she can wait her turn.”
I suppose I could have waited for the boys to have their little pissing contest but I’d already seen an alternative and I was going to take it. I muscled my way up to one of the urinals and I pulled my skirt up and then I was pushing my tights down and there I was, turning around and bending over and suddenly, I was letting it all flow.
Oh geez. That felt good. That felt very good.
And finally, I was looking up and that’s when i realized I had this bunch of guys all standing around looking at me and okay, that was kind of hot. Okay, it was more than that. It was really hot.
“I had to go to the bathroom,” I said as if that justified everything.
The men just stood there looking at me and hell, I didn’t care. At least I’d managed to get to go to the bathroom.
I was about to pull up my tights when I saw Doug looking at me. “Hey now,” he said. “Don’t do that.”
“Don’t do what?”
“Don’t pull those up just yet.”
“What do you mean?”
Doug grinned. “I mean don’t pull those up just yet.”
“Why?”
“Just come here.”
“Why?”
I looked at him. I could have told him to fuck off, but I was excited. I wanted to see what he wanted so I came on over.
“You really do like to live on the edge, don’t you?”
“I guess you could say that. What’d you have in mind?”
“Turn around,” Doug told me.
I turned around. I knew he was checking out my ass. “See something you like there.”
“I think maybe I do,” he said.
“Anything else you want to see?”
“Yeah, bend over.”
“Yes, sir.” I knew he wasn’t the only one who was looking and knowing that all these guys were watching me was just making me so hot.
I knew Doug was there behind me and then I felt his hand on my bare ass. “Let’s see what we have here.”
I could feel his hand on my butt and then I could feel him sliding his hand between my legs but it wasn’t until I felt him slide something else between my legs that I realized just what exactly he had in mind.
I couldn’t help but gasp as he slid his cock inside my tight, little pussy.
“I see someone likes this.”
Hell yeah, I liked it. I was getting fucked in the men’s bathroom with a whole crowd of men standing around watching me take it. That was just so fucking hot.
And besides, now that Doug had his hands on my hips and his cock deep inside of me, he was really going after my pussy, and that just made me moan all that much harder.
“Oh fuck,” I groaned. I knew I was going to cum. It wasn’t a matter of if anymore. It was just a matter of when. I just hoped when I did ...
“Oh yeah,” Doug groaned even as he buried his cock between my legs and in that instant, I could feel his cock swell between my legs and I knew what was all it took to kick me over the edge.
My pussy took it all as he shot everything he had inside me and it was only after he was done that he finally pulled his cock from between my legs.
I could hear some of the guys muttering their approvals. No one, it seemed, had to go to the bathroom so badly that they had to forego the show, but now that the show seemed to be over ...
“What do you guys think?” I asked. “Did Doug do a good job?”
The response from the guys still watching was pretty much a unanimous yes.
“I’ll bet that means I owe him something, doesn’t it?”
You could sense the change in the crowd as they began to realize that maybe the show wasn’t over.
“Who says I owe Doug for letting him make me cum?”
Just about every hand including Doug’s went up.
“Oooh, I like the way you guys think,” I said, “and as it so happens, I think I owe him, too,” and with that, I turned around and I knelt in front of Doug and my hand took hold of his cock as I looked up at him. “What about it?” I asked. “You think maybe we should get you clean?”
Doug nodded and that was all the encouragement that I needed as I started in to licking his cock clean.
“Damn,” I heard one man behind me mutter. “I can’t get my girlfriend to do that for me.”
“You think that’s bad,” another man said. “Just wait until you’re married.”
I may have been getting his cock clean but I was getting him hard again but I stopped before I could get he could cum in my mouth and that’s when I pulled back.
“What are you doing?” Doug asked as I pushed his underwear up and I knew he wasn’t the only one.
“No more now,” I said. “Maybe later.”
“Damn,” I heard one man tell Doug. “Your girlfriend’s hot.”
“I’m not his girlfriend,” I said.
“Wife?”
“Not wife either,” I said. “We just met a couple of hours ago.”
“What?!”
I loved the amazed stares that that drew. “We just met a couple of hours ago,” I said again. “Can I pull my tights up now?” I asked.
Doug nodded numbly.
I stood and I was finally able to pull up my tights. I looked at the guys standing around me and I gave them a little wave. “It was nice seeing you guys,” I said, “but I think Dougie and me have to go,” and with that, Doug and me left.
“I don’t like being called Dougie,” he said as soon as we were out.
I smiled. “I guess I’ll have to remember that then,” I told him, “but for now, I think we need to find the others.”
Claire was almost inside the restroom when Doug and me got back and I could tell she was getting antsy. “Where were you guys?” she asked.
“Around,” I said.
“Well we’re about to go in.”
“I don’t need to go anymore.”
“Where’d you guys go?” she asked suspiciously.
“I told you. We were around.”
The line took another step forward and Claire was in the doorway. “Don’t you guys go running off,” she said. “Wait for me.”
“Of course,” Keith told her. “We’ll be right here.”
And Keith was right. Even though it took a while, we were right there when Claire finally came out.
The parking lot had really thinned out by the time we got to the car. Once more, Doug and Claire were headed for the back seat before I grabbed Claire by the arm. “Why don’t you take the front seat,” I said.
“What?”
“Take the front seat.”
“What? No. You should be in the front seat.”
“No,” I told her. “I insist. You take it.”
“No. It’s okay,” Claire said. “He’s your boyfriend,” she whispered.
“I know,” I whispered back, “but I can tell you like him.”
“But he’s your boyfriend.”
“So. Take the front seat. I insist.”
I could tell Claire was torn. “If you’re sure,” she said hesitantly.
“Positive,” I told her. “Take the front seat. I insist.”
All of this had taken place out of earshot of the guys and I think they were both surprised to see the change of seating but then neither of them seemed to object to the new arrangement so that’s how I found myself in the backseat with Doug while Keith and Claire chatted away in the front.
“I think I owe you something,” I said softly as I moved in closer.
“Hmm. What’s that?”
I let my hand slide down and I unzipped his pants. “This,” I said.
I know he was shocked as he felt my hand wrap itself around his cock. He sat up a little straighter as he looked to the front of the car.
“Hey now,” I purred. “You wouldn’t want to call attention to yourself now, would you?”
“What are you doing?” he hissed.
“I think you know what I’m doing,” I said as my hand began to squeeze and stroke.
“Oh my God.”
“I take it you like this then.”
“Oh yeah.”
“You know I almost could ...”
“Could what?”
“You know,” I said and I let my tongue run over my lips.
“Oh fuck. Don’t do that.”
“What? You afraid someone might see us?”
“Yeah. That too.”
“Okay, baby. We’ll do it your way.” I hoped he knew I wasn’t going to stop until I’d made him cum.
“Oh fuck.”
I sensed I was getting closer and I just couldn’t help myself. I had to pull on his cock even harder.
“Fuck,” he groaned and that’s when I felt it. He was cumming inside his underpants and he was cumming all over my hand.
“Did you enjoy that?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he groaned. “Yeah, I did.”
“Good. I’m glad. It was the least I could do.”
“The least you could do?”
“You know. For taking me into the men’s room.”
“Oh.”
The rest of the trip passed uneventfully and then we were home and Claire and I were alone in our dorm room. “You know, you really are a slut,” she said when we were finally alone.
“Me? What did I do?”
“You know what you did.”
“What?”
“In the back seat. Did you think no one could see what you were doing with Doug.”
“Oh.”
“We’re supposed to be getting an education here, you know.”
Okay, I’ll admit it. I did feel kind of bad about it when she put it like that, but it was only for a moment. It wasn’t like I was fucking a teacher or anything like that and besides, I wasn’t even at school when it happened. “You need to loosen up,” I said.
“No you need to stop being such a slut.”
“You could use getting a cock inside you.”
“Not the way you do it.”
“Get off my back.”
“Slut.”
“Maybe,” I said, “but at least I’m not sitting on the sidelines letting life pass me by.”
“Are you saying I’m sitting on the sidelines?”
“You know what they say. If the shoe fits.”
“Shut up.”
“That’s not a real witty comeback, you know.”
“Shut up.”
Little did I know that in a short amount of time, events would soon transpire that would drag Claire off the sidelines and would change both our lives forever.