Trigger Therapy, part 6

"Are you sure we have the right address? This doesn't look like a party." Steve had been nervous afternoon, but he was right. College parties tended to be the kind of thing you couldn't miss. The house wasn't a big sorority house, they had found a normal house close to campus to move into on short notice. However, if there was a party there, it was clear nobody else knew about it. Rick wondered if he had received the address right from Annie. Brian was equally nervous and had already had a drink to take the edge off. He had run into Lynn again, but hadn't got much further than silly smiles and looking forward to the party. Alex was looking at his watch, wondering how long they'd be there. He knew of some other parties tonight, but they didn't start for another couple hours. He came mostly for morale support, unsure of why they were all so fascinated by the Trigger Girls.

A few moments after Rick rang the doorbell they had their answer. Annie opened the door towering a shocking foot taller than them, between her height, her 4" heels, and the couple inches of the step. It didn't hurt that her natural height was now six-foot-five. Seems the girls all had done another boost as a little move-in celebration, and it hadn't required much arm twisting for Rick to help her keep up. "Welcome boys." Annie reached for Rick, kissing his forehead and gesturing them all in. It was by far the tallest he'd seen her.

While Rick walked along side, Steve especially felt like he was following her ass as they moved towards the living room. They could hear chill music playing, though not loud enough to suggest a large party. At the wide opening they were all stunned at an amazing sight. The remaining Trigger Girls were present, lounging on pieces of living room furniture obviously too small for them. Even though Rick was used to being around Annie, and he'd met them all before, the sight of four amazon college girls laid out and focusing their full attention caused his heard to skip a beat.

Becka was wearing a white mid-length skirt and short-blouse. Sitting at one end of a couch, her legs extended clear across the rest of it. The lights were dim to set the mood as she broke their stunned silence, "hello Rick, please introduce your friends." And so he made his introductions. Brian and Lynn were already eyeing eachother, so as soon as the introductions finished, Brian walked over and sat opposite her in a matching chair. Alex immediately noticed them pairing off and knew where he was headed. Despite his relative disinterest, he'd seen the girls around campus, and he knew which he favoried. Suzanne was fun to look at, with a figure dominated by her outrageous bust, but he preferred the trim athletic look, so he headed for Becka.

That left Suzanne, who was sitting more normally on another couch, her size making it look smaller and lower than it actually was. "Go talk to her," Annie said to encourage Steve. Somehow the fact that she had a boyfriend made her feel like she had some obligation to introduce everyone. That clearly wasn't enough to budge him. She took him by the hand, led him over, and introduced them before returning to Rick.

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Lynn would have looked proper sitting with her straight posture and crossed legs if not for a criminally short miniskirt and the way her breasts visibly strained the buttons of her white blouse. He had just finished explaining that he was in Business School, when she started into what sounded more like an interview. "What kind of job do you get with a business degree? I mean, what kind of income level?" He came from family money, and that question immediately set of red flags. Was she a gold digger? Why was she even asking? He just wanted to flirt and make out with her.

Still he answered the question. "Management consulting, business optimization, finance, business development. For some, law-school or an MBA." Despite how hot he thought she was, she sure was coming across cold. She looked at him with anticipation, as he obviously hadn't answered her other question. "Not sure, probably start around one-hundred, one-twenty, with the finance route netting multi-million-dollar annual bonuses eventually."

Lynn stood, and her posture softened as she sat on the arm of his chair, her bare legs stretching across and over his own. "Good. I can only be with a man capable of taking care of me properly." His gold-digger bells were ringing loudly, along with some other bells. He momentarily glanced over at Steve, and the impossibly busty hottie he was talking to. Why hadn't he noticed her before? "She's beautiful isn't she?" Lynn's legs moved closer, distractingly over his own, trapping him. "We're practically sisters, and the two of us used to be virtual twins, until today that is. She thinks six-foot-two is plenty tall enough, but I think my man will want a little more." This whole line of conversation was getting a little odd, and Brian was beginning to wonder about Lynn. However, the closer she leaned towards him, the more his attraction to her drowned out his thoughts. She proceeded to answer her side of the interview, even though he hadn't asked. "My major is communications, but my real job is pleasing my man." He felt fingers on his chin, gesturing him to look more directly at Suzanne. "I wonder what you like best about her. Is it that gorgeous wavy dark hair?" Her hand came down on the chair behind him as she tossed her hair over his head. "Is it those long slender legs?" She curled herself in, pressing her legs up against his body. "I bet I know what it is." He felt her body brush up against the back of his head. "Most boys can't stop looking at how big she is." She pressed her breast into the back of Brian's head. She knew he noticed, she could see a response growing in his pants. "Sometimes I can be a little too good at my job." Switching to a whisper, "it just make me so wet to turn on my man, sometimes I can't help myself. Am I being too naughty?" He shook his head, and she moved closer still, brushing her other clothed breast up against his cheek. "If you were my partner, I'd want you to take me somewhere private and punish me -- to tell me exactly how to make it up to you." She straightened herself away from him for their eyes to connect. "Do you think you could do that?" He nodded, trying to stand but still feeling trapped under her legs. "Do you think a partner like that would be worth all the work to take care of her?" He was responding verbally along with his nod now. "I need more than earning potential, I need someone that can really take charge. You think you could do that for me?" He simply nodded, awestruck by her fowardness. "Hmm, then perhaps I just havn't been naughty enough yet."

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Alex had already admired Becka from afar on more than one occasion, though he approached with more curiosity than attraction. He was only 5'8" and these girls obviously obsessed with being taller than any man didn't really appeal to him. He preferred a little package he could man-handle. That said, he wasn't beyond some experimentation, still he didn't get what they were after. "Why didn't you girls invite some basketball studs over here." She seemed even bigger now that he was standing right in front of her.

"I used to have a jock boyfriend. He wasn't man enough to handle a taller girl. What about you? Can you handle someone taller?" Alex appreciated that at least this girl was flirty. He had taken home a taller chick before, but Becka was not exactly the same thing. Still, there wasn't a girl he couldn't handle. He relaxed and sat down on the coffee table.

"So you want to be handled do you? Maybe we should go somewhere more private?" She was gesturing with her hand for him to stand up, off the coffee table? He stood, "where would you like me to sit princess."

"Certainly not on a table." She uncrossed her legs and patted her thighs. "How about right there." He gave her a doubtful look. He was glad to get intimate, but he wasn't sure climbing up in her lap was his next step. "If you're going to spend any time around me, you might as well get used to it." Experimentation right? He slipped himself up onto her thighs, extending his arm onto hers on the back of the couch. His hand came to rest on her bicep, and she felt solid, even moreso than he expected. "Annie tells me you're a lawyer," he nodded, "any opening arguments before we see who handles whom?"

He leaned towards her, "I argue we slip off into a private room, and see just how quickly we can get our own little party started." Their faces were intimately close but not touching, eyes locked together. "Strong girl like you, I bet you just want someone to bend you over and spank you."

"Actually, Lynn over there likes to be spanked." He followed her glance over, and noticed Lynn was already cozying up close with Brian. "He looks in over his head, you could go ask her." Alex was getting more than enough encouragement, so he took the next step. Reaching around her neck, he pulled towards her and kissed her. She responded every bit as passionately. After a minute or two of making out in the center of the living room, they parted and continued their banter as if it hadn't happened. "Little boy like you, I bet you just want tease a girl until she begs to be ridden."

"I've been called many things by women, little isn't one of them." He was dead serious, but she just giggled at him. Rick came around with some drinks, and they each took one.

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Steve didn't think Annie knew him well enough for the glowing introduction she offered Suzanne, calling him smart, savvy, even worldly. He was still nervous sitting down on the couch next to her. The trigger girls made him and his modest five-foot-six feel like a little kid. He was thankful that Suzanne seemed the shortest of them, but now sitting next to her he felt dwarfed by just her monstrous boobs. She was wearing a fitted t-shirt and jeans that hugged her body and left nothing to the imagination. Lines from the bra she wore underneath were visible through the fabric. "I'm up here sweetie." He blushed as he tore his eyes away from her assets. "You're not the first boy to be fascinated by my chest. Lets get to know each other a little before you go back to staring. What are you studying?"

He blushed, and immediately started talking about his Math major and his fascination with statistical methods. She didn't even try to follow it, but she did appreciate his passion. When her attention waned, she looked around the room, and seeing everyone else was well occupied she realized her shot this evening was with Steve. Not that he wasn't cute, he was in a pet-geek kind of way. He just obviously wasn't boyfriend material. She resolved to just have some fun this evening. Midway through his explanation of some cutting edge math solution method for something or other, she adjusted her posture to hide the way she pulled her shirt down, exposing a bit more cleavage. His eyes showed that he noticed, but it seemed only to refocus him on his story. How fun, she thought, he's trying to be polite. Boy is he not ready for me. She inched herself closer to him, until their knees were touching and her bust was so close he curtailed the hand-gestures that went with his stories to avoid swatting them. They both had a stunning view down her cleavage, so she was impressed how well he held his eyes on hers, mostly. She interjected periodically, with a subtle seductive undertone, and it seemed to make him all the more nervous. When she saw Rick head for the kitchen, she took the opportunity to excuse herself and help him get drinks.

In the kitchen, she was reminded how much she really liked Rick. Thought she wondered how much of it was simply how much Annie liked him. "Hey Rick, thanks for getting drinks. Annie is so lucky to have you. Sometimes I wish I could just borrow you for a night." As she approached, he spent thee first several seconds of the engagement staring shocked at the wide swaths of bare breast visible down the opening in her shirt. For a strange moment she had second thoughts about avoiding this afternoon's trigger. With a few more inches she could have bumped them right into his nose just to laugh and see how he'd react. She stopped flirtatiously close to him. "Anything I can help you with?"

Rick's mind momentarily reeled at the unexpected flirtation. She stood tantalizingly close, and some part of him just wanted to reach out and squeeze her just to see what she felt like. Or tell her she could help him by doing a striptease for him right there. Her joke about borrowing him was something Annie had already told him about, but somehow hearing it from her directly made it seem less a turn of expression and more like an offer. His rational mind and thoughts of Annie quckly crushed these fantasies by surfacing a nervous cough, "Uhm, you can carry these." He handed her two drinks, and began to pour another two. It was the kind of red punch and alcohol mixture that tasted like fruit juice and contained more alcohol than several beers.

She set down the drinks for a moment and stood clearly blocking his path. "You're friend Steve seems really nervous. Has he had many girlfriends?"

Rick was feeling self-concious about Annie walking in, not because of anything happening, but because of what he was thinking. The feeling made him rush the conversation. "Actually, don't tell him I said this, but he's a virgin." A look of clarity flashed across her face as she picked up the other glasses. She could see Rick was anxious to go, and they both made their way back out with a mutual silence of understanding.

Rick served a drink to Annie, and Suzanne handed her drinks off to Becka and Alex before returning to the boy who she was now starting to see as her play-toy project.

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After taking a few sips, Rick and Annie returned to their fun peeping in on the couples, wondering how it was going. "I still think your friend Alex is in way over his head, Becka is going to eat him alive." Rick looked for a sign that Alex had some control of the situation. He was, after all, the most seasoned with college girls. Only time would tell.

"Nevermind them, Lynn has been throwing herself on Brian since he arrived. I'm betting those two are the first out of the room." They had a little bet going about which couple was going to have to take their festivities private. He was betting on Lynn and Brian, while Annie was betting on Becka and Alex. It was hard to tell some of the body language with the room lights so dim to set the mood.

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Suzanne stepped up her flirtations as soon as she sat back down. Steve tried to dive right back into some discussion about his work on a research paper, but she wasn't having any of that. She sat close enough that her body was brushing up against his, "do I make you nervous Steve?" That stunned him silent. "I like how smart you are." She brought a hand around into his hair just to ease into touching him. "Have you ever been with a girl?"

His voice cracked a little at first, "you mean sex? I uhm. No. I've just never met the right one." He thought she was being a bit flirtatious, but surely she wasn't interested in him. She must just be making conversation.

"It must be tough, to be a college senior and still a virgin. Have you ever thought about just doing it? I mean, just a quick call to a call-girl, or finding the right drunk girl at the bars? You could pop that cherry tonight if you tried." He shook his head, a little dismayed at the pity he was receiving. Was it really such a black mark? Most friends of his had lost it during high-school, so he did feel a bit the odd man out. She suddenly perked up with mock-entheusiasm, "I know. You and I can do it! I mean, I can see I'm not your type, but if it would help out your little situation, I'm willing to do it in the name of friendship." Steve was stunned. Did she just proposition him? She was totally hot, way too attractive for him to even know what to do with that invitation. Was she kidding just to mess with him. "I mean, it's really no big deal, and if you're saving yourself i understand. But I've slept with boys much less interesting than you, for much less interesting reasons." She pulled herself in even closer to whisper. "How about we just head up to my room and just see what happens." That invitation seemed real enough, and as soon as he nodded she stood and took his hand, leading him past the other couples towards privacy.

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Becka was surprised Suzanne had dragged her date off so soon. He seemed so nerdy and nervous. Alex was playing the flirtatious banter game well, but she decided to up the ante. He was still sitting on her lap, so she jostled her legs a bit, and he predictably tipped his glass, spilling his fruity red cocktail right onto her shirt. "Alex, now is that any way to handle yourself." He was about to object to her obviously causing the spill, when she let him in on her flirty plan, "Now you're going to have to help me clean this up." She tossed him off her lap and made her way out of the room and he followed.

Once at her bathroom sink, he wasn't quite prepared for how he'd feel standing near her. With her latest boost, Becka was six-foot-six, which even barefoot put her almost a foot taller than Alex. She immediately peeled off her shirt, and held it out to him, "you should rinse this out before it stains." From the waist up, her only coverage was a thin mesh bra that was not being worn for support. Not that she needed it, her body was fit and toned, and her athletic breasts were as perfect as Alex had ever seen. It took an incredible amount of cool to casually rinse her shirt in the sink. She waited patiently, and a few minutes later he handed it back wet, but clean. She hung it over the shower before turning back to him and bending over for their lips to meet. Alex already felt the experience was unusual before she reached under his arms and boosted him onto the countertop. He appreciated that it allowed them to cling together tightly as they both kissed and began to explore each other.

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Lynn led Brian straight to her room and sat him

(14a.2) After leading her date to her room, Lynn starts in with an obviously rehearsed and playful apology for how bad she's been, with a little bit of explicit description of the 'bad' things she did thrown in. This is the first time he's stood next to her, so he's also getting a full dose of the six inches of height she has on his 5'10". She promises to do whatever he wants to make it up to him, but first she really deserves some punishment, and if he's truly going to teach her a lesson he'll give her a good spanking. She expresses relief at how much better she'll feel, and quickly gets on her knees bending over the bed, looking back over her shoulder expectedly. He wants to have sex with her much more than spank her, but he plays along and steps up to give her some swats. She hardly notices, so he steps up the effort, but even smacking her pretty hard, she hardly notices. Her rear is solid and he feels his hand is taking most of the punishment against her jeans. When he says as much, she blames it on herself trying to get off easy. She stands up and wiggles out of her jeans, leaving a tiny black lace panty visible as she settles back into position. After a few swats on her bare bottom, he's getting really turned on, but she's still not being punished. She points out that her bottom doesn't even have any red on it, and suggests he try his belt. He's reluctant, but agrees and a couple swats later she's letting out shrieks of conflicted pain that she clearly enjoys. He counts ten before stopping.

She sits up next to him and expresses relief that he punished her far less than she deserved, followed by their first kiss. Short and soft at first. "I promise no more teasing." He was looking up at her face as she slipped her hands into his hair and brought her lips down to his to resume her kiss with much more passion. While enjoying the motions of her tongue, his hands reached down against her bare hips and slipped up under the edge of her shirt. Again she briefly pulled away. "Let me get that for you," as she quickly pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Her slender torso and arms over her head made him feel short sitting next to her, but most of his attention was on her breasts looked plumped and pushed together in a black lace bra.

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(14c) The butterflies flapping in his stomach from's Suzanne's casual suggestion that she could help him lose his virginity went into full swing as the two of them stood to leave the room. Despite being the shortest of the trigger girls, she towered over him by at least half a foot! He followed her as she headed out of the room. "Becka really needs to learn some manners. We're all sharing this house. Plus, she has her own private room like each of us do." As they walked he was in awe alternating between fascination at her brown wavy hair dancing over shoulders noticeably above his eye-line, and puzzling for some deeper understanding of how her hips and butt could possibly be tummy height on him. As she momentarily stopped to open a door, he repressed a deep urge to wrap his arms around her from behind and hug her bottom. Her glance back over her shoulder snapped him out of it, "at least they can't come make out in here." As she quickly turned waiting for him to pass through the door, his whole body tingled both from being so close to her, and at her huge breasts almost at eye level. He tried not to stare, but he could feel the attention of his whole being focusing on them as if they had some kind of gravity to pull him in. "I was thinking you could do me a favor..." A queen size bed and a ridiculously huge beanbag chair filled up what little floorspace there was ahead of him, but his attention was definitely admiring her profile as she closed the door behind them. His eyes were trapped by a peek-a-boo view into her still unbuttoned shirt. A chill ran up his spine as it revealed the naked curve of one of her huge breasts, clear down to her black lace bra. It happened in a flash, and as the door mechanism clicked closed he tore his eyes away to prevent her from catching him in the act. "..I have a Calculus problem that's really been beating me up. It's probably trivial stuff for you, but I could really use a hand."

No sooner had he nodded and confirmed, she quickly made the distance across the room, grabbing her classwork and settling herself on the bed. "I'm sorry I don't have a desk. Pesky thing was just too small and cramped." She patted the bed next to her, and he made his way over. He resisted his inner urges to touch her, to feel her, as he moved up close.

Taking the problem-set out of her hand, he looked at the work so far. It was a simple single-variable function-integration calculating the amount of energy used to bring a train up a mountainside. He checked it over and a few steps in found the problem. "You see, right here. This is simple, just a small mistake," pointing to the spot, "you incorrectly dropped the x-squared when you applied the second differential here." He felt her arm behind him as she leaned in over his shoulder. Tingles ran up his his arm and shoulder where her body brushed up against his.

"Ohh ohh, of course! Thank you thank you." She took the sheet and began frantically erasing and scribbling the parts of her new answer. "You have no idea how long I worked on that problem. Actually, I'm embarrassed to even say it." She was silent and focused on her work correcting the rest of the steps before handing it back to him, and he spent every moment admiring her shape, fueling his infatuation. "Here, can you check this?"

Years of habits did their job as his mind easily checked over the work. A good thing, because if it wasn't something he had done thousands of times before, he probably couldn't have concentrated with her leaning into him. Even when he was sure the problem was done correctly, he paused for a moment, and used, or perhaps abused, the fact that his eyes were hidden from her view to peek in his peripheral vision and again enjoy a glimpse into her shirt. He fought entering trance-like state and handed her back her homework sheet. "Everything looks correct to me, it was just that little mistake."

"Thanks!" He felt a hand on his shoulder as she excitedly but briefly squeezed him and kissed his forehead before sliding her homework back into a folder. "None of the other girls are even taking Calculus. Maybe we could be study buddies, I'm really good at science. You wouldn't happen to be taking any science classes would you?" He so desperately wanted to say yes. For a moment he wondered if it was early enough in the semester he could enroll in one. However, his face must have given him away. "No, that's was just wishful thinking on my part. What other classes are you taking? I'm also minoring in art-history."

"These days my life is all advanced math, and French. However, heureux de t'aider, I'm happy to help, I'd love to be study buddies." Honestly, he would have sat and watched her do her homework every week just to be this close to her. He also hadn't stopped thinking about her offer to help him lose his virginity. He swallowed hard as he thought about it. "Sometimes I'm just need a sounding board when I'm working on a hard problem." Was he sounding too desperate? Could he just bring it up? She was so casual about it earlier. His palms began to sweat as he even considered it. "Besides, you could always help me with my other problem." His lips were quivering as the words came out, and the dramatic puzzled look on her face made him feel stupid for saying it.

"Other problem?" There was an awkwardly long silence. She started at him like he had deeply offended her. Then her face smirkered. "Had you going there! I'm totally kidding." She took his hand. "Ohh you're palms are totally drenched. I'm sorry, I was just making a little joke. I'm sure you're not the first boy on campus to get sex in exchange for help with Calculus homework. When did you want to do it?" Inside his brain screamed, 'right friggin now', but his lips were still mute and shaking. "..I mean study? What days of the week? My Calculus is due on Thursday, so maybe Sunday?" He nodded, still a bit mute. "Sunday, and Tuesday after class. I mean if that's not too much. What time to you get out of class on Tuesday?"

"T.T.Two pm. U.U.Usually home b.by Three." Was she really proposing to have sex with him just for a little homework help? He failed trying to fight off the quiver in his lip. "N.Not too much. Could do m.more if you want." It was finally calming down.

"Ohh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you so nervous." Her grip tightened on his hand. "Relax. As I said it's really no big deal. You should see some of the losers I've made out with during a night out drinking. You're really cute and sweet, and I'd rather snuggle up with a friend I'm attracted to than a random hook up anyhow. But if you don't want to, if you want to wait for the right girl, I promise to stick to studying." He shook his head and let out another quivery sound that was supposed to be a 'no'. "Okay, but I don't want to make you all nervous about it. We could do it tomorrow after studying if you want."

She sat expectedly, and he took a moment and did his best to calm down his quiver. "Okay." He really didn't want to wait, he desperately wanted to kiss her. He done that alot, kissing. Even so, he'd never felt anticipation like this. "B.but how about n.now?" He was trying to hard to sound calm but inside he was trembling with anticipation.

"Are you sure?" He nodded his head. "You might be a little more relaxed about it tomorrow." He shook his head. She bit her lip as if considering for a moment. "I'm the one that said don't make a big deal about it, and here I go making a big deal about it. Honestly I've been wanting you all evening. I have a thing for smart boys. Let's do it."

As nervous as he was he didn't need to hear that twice to take the offer. He pulled her and closed the distance between them until his lips contacted hers. With years of not having sex with girlfriends, he knew how to handle this part. Soft at first. A little nibble on her lip. His hand against her neck, then sliding up the back of her head, fingers in her hair. Unusual this time with how far he had to reach, and then he pulled her as his tongue danced with hers. Slow at first, then more passionate, and more passionate. She was falling into the moment, her arms closing around him. He was not oblivious to her breasts smashing into his shoulder as she pulled them together. A few minutes longer and she broke free with a gasp and a bit of huffing for air. "Now I'm the one that's all flushed." Her cheeks were a bright shade of red. "I think I'm really really going to like my new study partner." She whispered to him, "go turn out the lights for us."

By the time the lights were out, she was lying on her side under the covers. He nervously took off his clothes and quickly slipped in next to her. Her shirt was still on, and he momentarily felt awkward for having stripped down naked. It passed as she leaned in over him, running her hand down his chest. Her breasts smashed into his shoulder and trapped one arm beneath. "Let's see if you're ready." Any bit of readiness that was lingering surged as he felt her fingers press down gently on his cock. "Ohh, you're ready." He attempted to return the intimate contact, reaching up and caressing her huge breast through the fabric. For a moment he gained a new appreciation for her size as if not for the softness it could have been someonea head lying on his chest! However, he hand was pulled away and placed back on the bed. "Let's not get you too excited for the first time, it'll be quick enough already." He felt something pokey and plastic in his hand and recognized it to be a condom in it's wrapper. "You better put this on yourself."

He fiddled with the wrapper, tearing it open, tossing it aside, and then doing his best to put it on. It took him a few tries to get is started, and she sat over him patiently waiting for a sign he had succeeded. When he looked back at her he felt her hand patting, checking him. "Good, looks like we're all ready to go." She retreated onto her back next to him. "Come here sweetie. You should be on top for your first time." He turned and climbed onto her face-to-face, careful to keep the covers over them both. Despite his arms propping him up awkwardly high, he still felt himself bumping into her huge chest. There was a bit of awkwardness as she spread her legs and he had to reposition himself between them. "Ready?" He nodded his head and felt her hands pushing down on his hips. "Move down sweetie." He felt tingles of anticipation as he followed her guidance and walked his arms down around her shoulders, his member brushing against her tummy. He felt her fingers on it guiding him and her lips filled his view. Still following her pressure, he shifted himself down, "lower still. Keep going." He again walked his hands down and before her guidance stopped he found his view filled with her breasts and what he could spy through the opening in her shirt. He felt her moving him towards her, the sensations muted by the condom. "There we go."

He followed her motions until he felt himself enter her. "Keep going. All the way in." He felt softness and warmness, and her hands pressing him into her. "Slowly now." She let up her pressure, and he did his best to rock himself back and forth. After a few thrusts he felt himself slip out of her and let out a verbal apology. "It's okay." As she quickly guided him back in, his left arm began to shake from the work of propping him up over her. "Just relax. Ohh your arm is shaking. Just lie down on me." Reaching up to comfort him, she pushed his support out of the way. He found himself gently but awkwardly face first on her breast as her hand rested on his head holding him there. "There we go. Slowly now." Her other hand pulled his bottom and again encouraged him and he resumed the rocking motion. His hips instinctually pressed into her as far as he could as she pulsed him upward. He relaxed his body, his cheek riding her breast as it moved up and down with him. Elbows on the bed, he hugged his arms and hands against her body, and even with her shirt still on he felt their closeness. Then he felt it coming. So soon? He had just relaxed, just started. He didn't want it to end. However, his body had a different intention. His body started to tense up. He wanted to stop himself, but her arms were rocking him, and his body played along, pushing, pushing. He let out an involuntary sound of release as he came into her. "Yes sweetie. There it is." She held him tight against her for a moment before releasing her pressure.

He was embarassed at first. After so much anticipation of what sex would be like, he found this perfect opportunity, with someone incredibly beautiful. All he could think was how much he flubbed it. Then he started to think over the wisdom of her words. Maybe she was right, maybe this whole thing really was no big deal. "It was really nice, but it happened so fast. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize. You better slip out of there before you lose that condom." She almost pushed him off her as he slipped out and stood aside the bed. Only then he realized how uninvolved she had seemed. Had he pleasured her at all? He awkwardly removed the condom, reached for a tissuebox and wrapped it gingerly before placing the mess in her garbage can. His dreams of impressing her were fading. Would she even want to be study partners? "Don't worry, the first time is always quick for boys. When I'm through with you, you'll be a stallion." She held the covers open for him to lie back down with her. She was so beautiful in the dim light, her shirt open and now barely covering her. What did he do to deserve her affection? He took the encouragement and crawled back next to her. She leaned onto him and when her lips met his he knew what to do. His embarassment washed away, replaced by the passion of being next to her and kissing her. Their mouths and tongues danced together, and she leaned further and further over him as he drew her into the kiss.

Only this time she didn't stop. He withdrew his tongue in a tease to feel hers press into his mouth in chase. Her leg was straddled over him now, and their heads tilted back and forth as they kissed passionately, almost violently. This time he was he who stopped to gasp for air. "Mm.. That was just enough to get me started. Want to do it again?"

"Again?" He perplexed to himself and to her. He didn't think much of his first performance, and despite the heated kissing session, wasn't anywhere near capable doing it again. He stared back at her blankly, not confident enough to say yes, not knowing how to say no. She started handling his flacidness. "I don't want to leave you hanging, but I don't think I can. Can I do something for you?"

"I've never met a boy I couldn't charge back up, so don't you worry about that. Should I bring him back to life?" She was still propped on her side leaning over and fondling him playfully. He was still extremely spent. He hummed his own indecision about how to respond. She seemed to want to see him again, was he was pushing his luck? He had pleasured girls before, but he didn't think he was particularly good at it. "Don't feel any pressure, if that was enough I can take care of myself. You just think about it while I make myself a little more comfortable." She patted him and then retreated her hand. Take care of herself? Was she going to do that right here while he watched? The thought made him both embarassed and a little excited.

The covers were tossed aside as she gently straddled him and sat up, her face now hidden in silouette. Playfully pulling her shirt away from her body, she spoke down towards the opening. "Do my little devils want to come out and play?" Her fingers began to unfasten each button. As he looked up at her, the shirt hanging straight down off the edge of her breasts showed their size but hid her figure. She was more than halfway done now, and a silver view of her black bra was visible. "They really do have a mind of their own, I swear they might have burst out right there in the living room if I didn't keep them in check!" She giggled a little at her own sillyness. As she finished the last button, she spread the shirt and slipped it off her arms. Still in silouette, she was even more slender and sexy than he realized. Faint lines of her musclature were visible. His hands were drawn to touch her, and her tummy felt every bit as firm and tight as it looked. Somehow seeing and feeling her trim frame made her breasts appear even more massive. Her hands highlighted their size as she pressed them against the underside of her black lace bra, not even covering half the material. "Calling them little is just my bit of ironic sarcasm. They mostly get taller, and I mostly get huger. Are they too big?" She pressed

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She arched her back and sat up a little taller as she moved them up to his face. "First a hug." As his hands naturally reached around her in embrace, hers pulled his head and pleasurably smashed it down into her cleavage. She let up her grasp to undo the clasp and toss her bra to the floor to join her shirt. "Then a kiss." Again she arched, pushing one breast square against his lips, then retreating and repeating it with the other. The first time was too quick, but by the second he had pucked his lips and kissed her skin. "maybe a few kisses," she repeatedly bumped her breast against his lips for him to kiss it. "Maybe a bigger kiss," she lined up and pressed her nipple against his lips and he felt her hand around the back of his head again pressing him into her. He took her nipple into his mouth and sucked hard. She made some tasty sounds of enjoyment while holding him there.

She pulled away and lay back against the bed, a hand on each breast. "You can have me any way you want me," then she giggled her breasts in alternation, "but they want to know if they can give your little guy a hug." It didn't take him long to take the que, pull off his clothes, and straddle her tummy. "Here you go little devils," she reached and pressed his cock down against her breasts, rubbing him back and forth. Then she addressed his member directly, "Don't be afraid little guy, just a couple kisses." Several times she licked her fingers and transferred the wetness, then she wrapped her breasts around him, beginning to massage them back and forth, "and then a big hug." She was still staring down and addressing his cock directly, which made him less self-conscious to stare at the impossibly sexy scene playing out in front of him. She slowly slid herself up and down around him, then she spanned the front of her breasts with one hand as the other slipped fingers down into the cleavage. "Are you okay in there?" He felt her fingers against his tip as she slid them in and out. They made eye contact as she looked up at him, "I think he likes my little devils." She kept it deliberately slow as to not rush him to climax. Occasionally her tempo would speed up, and she'd catch herself, as if she was just getting carried away. "Do you want to come in there? or do you want to " It didn't take long for that suggestion to set in. He sat up, genty pulling himself free of her breasts.

"Mmm. Yes." She licked her lips as he sat up. He felt her leg from behind, pressing him forward over her. She guided him into her mouth, and began dancing her tongue. She varied the pace, stretching out the pleasure as much as she could. He leg repeatedly pulsed, encouraging him to thrust into her mouth. Eventually she selected the moment and increased the pressure just the right way to bring him to climax. Her knee still braced against his back, holding him there for a deliberately long time. When she released, he sat back on her tummy. In front of him her face, her bare breasts, her hair, and the look of satisfaction painted an incredibly sexy picture as they stared at each-other. "Did you like?" "Yes yes." "That only begins to make up for my bad behavior."

"Could I..? Could I...? No, I don't deserve it." "Don't deserve what?" "No no." "I'm sure whatever it is, you deserve it." "Really? I'm so wet. I've been turned on and dying for you since the moment I got you up here. Could I put you inside me?" He took his flacidness in his hand. "I would be happy to, but at the moment I'm a little spent." "Ohh, don't worry about that. You just lie back and enjoy. Could I?" He nodded and backed off her to lie down. "I'll be right back," she scurried off to the bathroom where he could hear sounds of teeth brushing before she reappeared. Wow she was beautiful. Her panties were gone now. She approached the bottom of the bed and grabbing his feet pulled him down with the precision of someone who knew exactly where he had to be, "we need you a little lower." She crawled up onto the bed face to face over him and kissed him again before sitting up. "

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We were standing at front door of the now self-proclaimed Trigger Sorority. "Seriously Rick, Trigger girls want to meet us? I've only just seen them around campus."

"Ya, and generally with hunky looking sports guys, not regular guys like us. What gives?"

Before I could answer, the door opened to my now towering girlfriend Annie. She was a little under 7' tall after joining the Sorority and their routine of self administered trigger doses. She was wearing a homemade skirt and a makeshift tank top that had been cut out of an oversize sweatshirt. "Yes boys, they want to meet you." She reached her arm out and pulled me to her side. "Those sports jocks have fragile egos, seems they couldn't handle not being on top. Rick here assures me you are all man enough to handle it." Facing them, I could see their expressions of shock as they took in Annie. She stepped to the side of the door, gesturing them through it and towering over us as we entered. "Just to the right there in the living room."

We headed as she instructed and upon reaching the threshold were greeted by an amazing site. The Trigger Girls were lounging on various pieces of livingroom furniture obviously too small for them. Even though I was used to being around Annie, and even though I had met a couple of them before, the sight of four amazon proportioned college girls laid out and staring at us caused my heart to skip a beat. "Well Rickky, introduce us to your friends." Becka was a blond founding member, which meant she had been using the trigger longer. This whole evening was likely her idea. Sitting on a couch, her bare legs stretched clear across it, her feet touching the other side.

ideas:

• • the lead could be silly big

  • push-up test?

  • learning to share a couch - becka motions one over, they talk for a bit, he's standing awkwardly in front of her, she prods him for still standing and pats for him to take a seat in her lap.

  • interview - they've realized their special sitautions need partners with very good income potential. custom sewn wardrobes, special accomodations. what's your major? after being taken aback at being analyzed like a wallet, she sasses back about how while she has needs, she plans to give him things he didn't even know he needed. but we're getting ahead of ourselves, we just met. What would your perfect date with me be? (his awkwardly 'pc' answer) I like to stay in, put on a skin tight little outfit, and curl up next to a movie that can hardly hold our attention. I'd enjoy watching you try to hide your arousal while I repeatedly rub myself against you, accidentally of course. When you finally decide to make your move, I'd carry you up to my room and have my way with you.

  • Rick heads to get some refreshments and is politely teased by one of the founding girls (Suzanne). 'angie is so lucky to have you' and also some subtle come-on (think she'd loan you to me for a nite? we could have so much fun.) She asks for advice about his friend, he's nervously going on and on. His friend is a virgin.

  • Rick hands out the drinks, one couple is already gone.

  • Suzanne sits herself up even closer against her date. He's still talking non-stop about coursework. He tries not to respond to her fidgeting with the buttons of her blouse.

  • Another couple leaves right then. Angie asks Rick's remaining friend of he's okay if they step out for a few minutes. He nods, and they exit as well.

  • Once they are alone... 'are you nervous?' 'why?' 'well, the more distracting i try to be, the more you talk about your coursework. If I undo another button I wonder if I'll be able to pass your finals. Let's see." She slipped open the front of her blouse and he went slackjawed. "So tell me, how would you solve that as a differential equation?." "Big. So Big." She laughed. "I have a secret to tell you. I've always wanted to sleep with a virgin."

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(14) Becka's initial interaction with her date revolves around her smirking at him standing to talk to her (since she's taking up the whole couch), then asking him not to sit on the coffee table, and then eventually prodding him to get comfortable sitting on her lap, since that's the only space there is to sit.

(15) After introductions, [boy 2] approaches [girl 2] and sits in a chair opposite her. She proceeds to 'interview' him, making it clear she's looking for someone with good income potential to take care of her. After he appears taken aback, she responds a little cocky about how worth it she is, because of how much she wants to take care of her partner. His first instinct is disinterest, having no intention of being taken care of, and he instinctually turns his head around to look to the other girls, wondering what they are like. She unoffendedly chides him for looking, and gently pulls him up from his chair, politely offering him her seat for a better view of the room. She steps around behind the chair, and confidently asserts he'll be apologizing to her in a minute. She is almost whispering as she begins to explain explain what she would do for her partner. She pushes her fingers through his hair to make a connection as she explains that she would certainly encourage him to admire an attractive girl. 'Then I'd nudge myself up against him to turn him on." With her hand gently massaging through his hair, she brushes her breasts against the back of his head and side of his cheek. [she likes that in public he can't do anything to respond. as she continues to explain and demonstrate, she adds that her motivations are really selfish, because she gets wet from turning on her partner. how the whole time she wants to carry him up to her private room so he can punish her for how naughty she's been by having his way with her. under her spell, he tries to suggest they go upstairs. she torments him first by making him admit that a partner like that is well worth taking care of, and then makes it clear the only way they are heading up to her room is if she carries him, and the only way she'll do that is if he offers to take her out on a proper date. ]

(16) [boy 3] approached [girl 3] by default, and opened up with an unending monologue about his coursework, and the more flirty body language she uses, the more intense he gets. Annie asks Rick to get some drinks from the other room, and [girl 3] is overly polite about excusing herself for a moment. [girl 3] catches Rick in the kitchen and both complements him 'Annie is so lucky to have you' and teases him 'think she's loan you to me for a night? we could have so much fun." she asks for advice about his friend that's nervously reciting his coursework. Rick confesses he's a virgin and hasn't met the right girl to have a girlfriend. When [girl 3] reenters the room she sits even closer to her date. When she asks where they left off, he launches right back into it. She fidgets with the buttons of her blouse, intentionally popping one open, and he nervously strains not to stare too much. The more she fidgets with her blouse and leans over to flirt and get his mind off school, the more intense his story becomes. Now that she understand's his reactions, she's patient and just has fun with it. Her only responses are to encourage him, 'tell me more'.

(17) As Rick returns to hand out drinks, he notices [girl 2] is carrying [boy 2] out of the room. Before he's finished handing out the drinks, Becka's date says something funny, she bursts into laughter, and in the bouncing sitting on her lap his drink sloshes over onto her blouse. She