Do's and Don'ts
- It was a Tuesday. Annie and Rick met up after class and walked together back to his apartment. They exchange greetings, and his roomates oogle at her like they always do. She teases them a little for it. In private she explains she's been offered to move into the sorority house, and she's thinking of doing it. At first this was to get closer to the girls, but now it's so much more than that. She's taken the trigger, she's 6'4" and towering above her classmates. She gets stared at everywhere she goes (she uses his roomates as examples, and points out she doesn't blame them, it happens everywhere. she brings up some examples). She isn't complaining, because she loves it, but in the sorority house she is accepted and she wants that. He understands. She'll be moving in that weekend.
- Rick meets some friends out for drinks at a local pub, talks about how he helped Annie officially move into the trigger house. Talks about Suz flirting with him, doesn't know whether to take her seriously or not. Steve is in awe of her talents in bed, but she is alot to keep up with. They make fun of him because she's obviously dating other guys. He proudly points out that he's getting sex lessons from an amazingly hot trigger girl in exchange for helping with calculus problems he could do in his sleep. Brian thinks Lynn is the one and talks about how much he's buckling down in school and career if he wants to have a real shot at keeping her. Alex is a little dusted at all the talk of trigger girls. He didn't keep calling Becka, he felt she just controlled everything too much, it wasn't his thing, and he didn't get why they were all being such momma's boys.
- Rick, Annie, Steve, Suzanne, and Brian attend and spectate a vollyball game where Lynn and Becka spank the competition. They discuss how they wish Becka would find someone after Alex dropped out of the picture, afterall, she was the one that helped them realize they should stop dating insecure jocks. One of Suzanne's recent dates comes by, making Steve feel a tiny bit awkward. She skillfully dismisses him and while not denying they are dating lays some flirtatious attention on Steve. When two of the boys are getting refreshments for everyone, they get taunted by jock ex-boyfriends who make fun of the over-grown trigger girls, they calmly defend themselves. The girls ask what that was all about, and they downplay it. After the game Becka has a number of different groupie-followers and brings two of them with as they all head out for drinks together. As the night winds down Becka takes both of the boys to her room (but we don't hear about details).
- Girls kick Brian out of the house for an official sorority meeting. Becka discusses how sororities work, that they are currently in a temporary space but they should expand their numbers and get a bigger house. They talk about getting applications, what kind of girls they want, how they get the right girls, etc. [girls need to be attractive, kind but not stuck-up, trustworthy. They have to want it for the right reasons. (not to get jocks) ] Becka issues tasks to each of them.
- After resolving the issues, they fall into girl-talk about their relationships. Lynn is ga-ga over Brian, even more so than he is over her. Becka turns the conversation to Suzanne and her revolving door of dates. She lists the a fatal flaw with each of two recent boys. Lynn suggests that she's really into Steve but doesn't want to admit it. She denies it, saying they are just friends. The girls all make fun of how the sounds that come out of her room seem like alot more than friends. Annie mock-imitates Steve, first the sounds he makes, then her interpretation of what he must be saying about how much he loves her great big bobbies. She defends herself that it's not her fault some men have a fascination with big breasts, but once they get it out of their system they want someone athletic like Becka or normal like Annie. Annie curses how he sees Rick oogling her every chance he gets, how ever since she teased about borrowing him for a night he works it into conversations at the oddest times. (she brings up an example) Suzanne half apologizes but offers up her sure fire cure, for them to follow-through on it. Annie makes a comical but defensive comment about how she's not handing her guy to the bobbies, how he'd never escape the gravity. They all laugh. As it dies down Suzanne offers a more serious argument. He's around all of them now, and she's flirted with him quite alot. It's clear he wants Annie. He simply has a curiosity, and the more he can't fulfill that curiosity the more important it will become. That experimentation is what college is all about. If she really wants to keep him, she should let him experiment with the big bobbies. They are all silent until Suzanne starts laughing, and then they all burst into laughter again. Lynn and Becka return to the applicants and start discussing hazing ideas. They talk about figuring out whether they want it for the right reasons. The idea of why they want to be 7-feet-tall, and then eventually the idea for the essay to be written to their male partner.
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- Boys night, Steve talks to the boys about a new girl he met, Alex congradulates him at moving on from casa-freakdom, seems jaded. Brian talks about holiday plans with Lynn, to meet her family. Rick is wondering if Annie and he have been dating too long. Has started to feel like it did with her sister, like it's not going anywhere. He's just in college, it's not like he's anywhere close to marriage. He reflects on the relationship as a slippery slope to monogamy, he wonders if maybe he should just stop having girlfriends entirely. Brian asks them to order another round of drinks as he runs off to the head. Alex changes the subject and chats up some cute little freshman girls.
- Brian heads back in with a tear-off sign about applications for the trigger sorority sister-rush. They read off the rules. (super cute, at least an 8, into fitness, above a B-average) Each have their reactions to it. Alex remains dis-interested but it catches the interest of the cute girls he's chatting up. They ask to see the sign. Alex condems the whole situation, but the girls think he's nuts.
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- Rick and Annie are talking, Rick starts to question the relationship. She can see where it's going and sort of panics. She non-sequitors into how she has something really important to tell him, and then says Suzanne made an offer she can't refuse. "offer for what?" Offer for you silly. If you're still up for it, she's going to borrow you for a night. He's stunned into silence. "You're probably thinking about how crazy that sounds, and I admit, I thought it a little crazy myself. But where in college, it's supposed to be light and fun and not all serious. We're not married or anything." He was still stunned. "Seriously?" "I may decide this was a bad idea, but ya, seriously. I just have one ground rule, no sex. Fair?" His face turned to a silly wide grin. "I'll take that as a yes and I'll let her know. You better remember this, best girlfriend in the world here. What was it you wanted to talk about?"
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Rick was a little surprised to receive a text from Suzanne the very next day. "My room, 8pm, don't be late. Eat first." Somehow this had just gone from abstract fantasy to eminent reality, and his stomach filled with butterflies. This was his regular night to stay late in the lab, and he wasn't surprised at the end of his 7pm meal alone that he hadn't heard from Annie. He felt awkward walking up to the house and using his key, wanting not to run into anyone. Fortunately the living room was empty, and he quietly made his way up to Suzanne's room.
The door was left ajar and he could see a dim light on inside. As he let himself in, Suzanne was sitting indian style on the bed waiting expectantly and wearing a dark colored casual halter dress. He could barely make out her facial features in the dim light, but the dark fabric showed up with contrast against her skin. "Welcome Rick, have a seat." She motioned towards the oversize beanbag.
He was careful to close the door silently, then followed her intention. "I finally convinced Annie to lend you to me for a night, and I'm pleased you've taken up the offer." She rose from the bed and moved over to kneel at the base of the beanbag. He instinctual followed the dramatic cleavage in the plunge of her dress before he caught himself and returned to her eyes. "Don't think this is going to be all fun and games. I have some serious work for you to do. My neck and shoulders are incredibly stiff, and Annie says you are great at relieving tension." She turned, and a moment later she was sitting right in front of him.
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He placed his hands down on her broad shoulders and began to knead the muscles. As he worked, she relaxed until her head was lying back onto his shoulder, her eyes closed. It didn't feel like a coincidence that her position placed her massive rack on display. Curves of flesh spilled out on either side of the straps, undulating as his massage tugged at the halter. As he continued, he found himself adjusting his motions to tug at her dress. He feel like a deer in headlights, unable to tear his focus from her exposure so much that it slowed his massage pace to a crawl.
"Rick, that's really working wonders, would you mind doing a bit more?" He snapped out of his trance, responding by firming and quicking his pace. Hearing her breathing and feeling her body relaxed against him made him bold. He slipped his fingers under the halter and stroked the skin of her collorbone. Her body language seemed to relax further, so he continued, massaging across her shoulder and collar, sure to slip his fingers underneath the halter each time. He could feel a growing interest in his pants, and felt thankful she wasn't leaning so close as to feel it.
Suddenly, her body tightened and he froze, expecting he had pushed the boundary too far. Her hands reached up towards his as she leaned away. He mistakenly thought the massage was over as he watched her hands find the halter clasp on the back of her neck. "Here, let me get this out of the way." A moment later she settled back into position, her halter straps folded down and leaving the top of her dress precariously covering her.
Without the straps in the way, he was able to rub and squeeze his palm over her shoulder unobstructed, and he focused for several minutes on the area. When he slowed to move on, he felt her back arch in protest, so he resumed. As she settled again, he noticed the fabric of her top had inched further downward. He admired the exposure, resisting the tempting urge to sweep his fingers down her chest and under the fabric.
Feeling he had lingered too long already, he shifted to her arms, sqeezing and kneeding. She responded by spreading them, giving him more room to work. Her position left her dress loose and slowly but visibly ratcheting away from the mere rhythmic motion of her breathing. By the time he was working his way back up her arms, the top half of each breast was exposed and she showed no signs of correcting it.
He made a point not to react, keeping his massage pace steady as he voyeuristically admired her. He judged her breasts to each be the size of half-inflated vollyballs, pressed down by their own weight, and curving out beyond the side of her frame. Working his way back up her arms, he tried to be inconspicious as he daringly brushed them. Her only response was deep relaxed breathing which had now inched her dress down far enough to expose small hemispheres of colored areola. He wondered if she was asleep.
Having arrived back at her shoulders, he was desperate to continue, to avoid any disruption that might end the moment. He brought one hand gently to the bottom of her her scalp, gently working against what little of her neck he could reach. She slowly responded, arching her neck slightly off his shoulder to again afford him room to work. In the process, one side of her dress slipped the last bit down the bottom of her breast, leaving it completely bare and making it clear she was neither asleep, nor concerned about her exposure. After rubbing around her ears and jaw, she settled back against him and he continued the only direction left, downward.
Despite her lying against him, he found room to press and rub into the outer muscles of her upper back. He considered asking her to sit up or turn over, as it would offer him much better reach of the muscles. However, as he worked, she arched, opening room for his hands to work between them, while also tipping one naked and one barely covered breast even more towards him. When he reached the fabric against her back, he slipped his hands under it, thinking it not nearly as intimate as the view he already had of her partial frontal nudity. Again she offered no objection, not even when his leverage on the fabric coaxed it down off her other breast. She merely turned her head in towards him, ratcheting up the intimacy.
Staring down at her nakedness, hearing the rhythmic sound of her breath in his ear he began to lose his resistance. He gently rubbed her sides, intending to again brush against her breasts, when she responded by slowly easing back into him. The position left him trapped with no retreat. As he ran his hands along her sides, and she made no motions to end the moment, his mind mentally played out his desire to cup and press into her breasts without pushing the thoughts into action. A moment later, she took action, bringing a hand up into his hair.
"Thank you Rick." Her words were slow and breathy. "That was extremely relaxing." Despite her use of the past tense, she sure didn't seem to be in any hurry to move on. "There are a couple other areas I think could relax us both. If you're willing to go further." Annie flashed through his head. More specifically, her ground rule, no sex. That was quite alot of leeway. Not to mention this woman, this goddess, throwing herself at him. Uncomfortable wasn't exactly the word that came to mind. Maybe astonished. Astonished that this was happening right now.
He didn't know exactly what to say, at least not without breaking the impossibly seductive mood Suzanne had created. He merely found his daring and caressed his hands up the sides of both breasts. He was mechanically timid at first, almost asking the question. Her answer sounded casually underwhelmed, "you can start there." The sound of her rythmic breathing still filling his head.
His next motion was confident, committed. He cupped around the side of each breast, gently rubbing the contour before pressing them together, perching them on her frame to admire. They felt as magnificent as they looked, spilling out of his grasp, defiantly too large for him to fully handle. As he let them spill back to rest, her hand also relaxed, sliding out of his hair. He continued caressing from behind for a minute longer, operating at the limit of his reach before retreating and to approach from above.
He softly ran his hands up over the top of their shape, his fingers gently gliding over each nipple. He felt her head shift and then the warm wetness of her lips and tongue against his ear. Salival sounds punctuating her breathing. He felt an urge to taste her skin in response, but he was in no position to reach, so he took her nipples between his fingers and squeezed gently as he rest his palms against her. He felt her slowly and repeatedly suck and lick against his ear, driving desire for the many other things he'd like to have her lips and tongue against.
Desperate for more intimacy, he turned his head, connecting with her lips as he reached awkwardly for her head. Her lips and tongue darted and nibbled at him deftly, hiding the awkwardness of their positioning. Just as the kiss heated up and he mouthed for more, she broke contact and laid firmly back into him. When he looked back down, he could see her hands had already pulled the bottom of her dress up, and were reaching for her own sex.
A moment later, she was fingering herself, and he had no intention of interrupting her. Her reaching arms held her breasts plumped together, and as she writhed against him, he returned to another round of caressing them. He started by sliding a hand down between them, enjoying the cleavage before alternately wrapping and squeezing each in both hands.
She was paying less attention to him and more to herself now, as she began to gently move and let out sounds as she pleasured herself. He licked his fingers and slid them around her nipples as they hardened further, doing everything he could to excite her within the limits of his reach. The whole sight of her was making him impossibly turned on. He brought a finger up to her lips and she quickly took it in, sucking on it forcefull as she pleasured herself. She arched and sped up, letting out sounds of pleasure as she finally tensed up in a final moment of climax.
After a moment of stillness, she grabbed his hand and manipulated his finger in and out of his mouth in-between words. "That. Was Very. Relaxing. Mmm." She drew his hand away and then set it matching his other against her breast as she craned her head back against him. "Thank you. Now it's my turn to relieve some tension." He didn't need any convincing. A moment later she knelt up and turned around. Her dress looked like a skirt, folded over at her waist, leaving everything above her hipline bare. Even kneeling she looked incredibly tall as in one motion she approached, pressed him back into the beanbag, and straddled him -- the bottom curve of her breasts filling his view.
-Before he even had a chance to settle, her hands slipped against his neck and pulled him into her as she pulled and pressed the tension in his muscles. He let his hands come to rest on the dress fabric draped over her thighs as the tension began to drain out of him. In the silence his mind drifted off to think about time with Annie. They had exchanged massages, but nothing quite as erotic as his having just watched Suzanne pleasure herself. He had always been entranced by Suzanne's breasts, and he enjoyed the soft cool feel of them against his forehead and the sides of his face as her motions held him pressed against her. Now he could see it was something more. He liked the way she moved. Here hands were against his shoulders, pressing into them, and carried a strength and deliberateness that none from Annie ever had. He had joked about this evening many times and had thought of it as merely an infatuation. A college fantasy to get a distractingly busty sorority sister naked that would never happen. Yet here it was, and at this moment he didn't feel like just infatuation, it felt like closeness. "Am I getting the right spots?" Her hands pressed hard into his upper-back inside his shoulder blades and he nodded, thinking more about how he liked the grasp he had on her hips and how firm she felt, than the the way his face was buried in and bumping against her breast flesh. He admitted to himself that he really liked both. She had reached his mid-back now, and the pressure pulsed his chest against her firm tummy. Annie was cute, even beautiful, but she was soft and gentile. It had drawn him to her, like her sister Drew before, but for the first time Rick found himself attracted to something really different. Suzanne was firm and bold, and he realized he liked it.
Her massage was working, and as she let him away he flopped back on the beanbag from the limpness in his muscles. Most of his muscles anyway. He still had a hardon that only raged more as the pressure she applied to the top of his shoulders danced her breasts back and forth in front of him. Her hands squeezed down his arms and released his will to hold her hips. She lifted one hand and held it firm as she massaged it, framed by the backdrop of her toplessness. He had slumped lower in the beanbag and caught her eyes as she watched her handiwork. Her mouth curled a little in acknowledgement. Was he kidding himself? This was the girl with a revolving door of dates that were not good enough. He realized the other part of Annie that drew him to her, she really wanted him. Still, maybe it wasn't Suzanne he was noticing, but something about himself, something he wanted, something he didn't have. She had finished with his other hand and gently set it down against her thigh. She placed her palms against his chest and leaned her weight into him, pushing him deeper into the beanbag. Her breasts looked impossibly sexy pressed between her arms, and he might have thought that her only goal if not for how good the motion felt. She was so deliberate, so focused. She rose and pressed again against him and the beanbag nudged his head over until he was looking down at her hands, her tummy, her hips straddling him. He watched her hands glide down his sides with some gentle squeezes. Then she ran them across his waist and then again lower as she felt his attention. Should he feel wrong about this? He hadn't know how far he was willing to go. As his thoughts weighed the decision he knew he wanted this more than Annie. That if this would end them, so be it. She stroked him through his pants a few times, then unbuttoned them and stroked him again before drawing away. He straightened up to meet her face. "Point of no return. I can give you release with some plausable deniability. You can tell Annie there was no kissing, you kept your clothes on." She paused, perhaps gauging his state. "..or, I can try to rock you world like I've wanted to for months. Within the ground-rules of course."
His decision had already been made up minutes before, and he thought she knew it to. The way she phrased her question just made him wonder if perhaps she wanted more than just a college evening tryst and the ensuing drama. Only time would tell. Though he really didn't think he could break up with Annie right after she encouraged all this, he'd go down as the most selfish jerk boyfriend ever. "Definitely the world-rocking." She smiled in response; pushed him back; and bent over to kiss him, hard. Both of them released almost an hour of pent up sexual tension into that moment. His hands reasserted their grasp on her hips as he held her solidness. Their tongues alternately thrust into each other's mouths. Each applied more energy into it what became a struggle not to back down. He caved first and released as they both gasping a little for breath. She looked so hot perched up on top of him, and scanning down the shape of her body flooded him with desire to put his lips against her. He picked a spot on the bottom inside of her breast and pulled himself towards it. His lips fell against her and he suckled at her flesh as he wrapped his hands around her back.
"Well hello there," she hugged him, and giggled a little, smashing him against her giant breasts. "I bet you've been wanting to do that for a long time." He wasn't sure if she meant the whole evening, or the several months since he started peeking glances at her. It was true in either case. He resumed his kissing and licking her skin as she released him, holding and tilting her body to assist his progress. The abruptly she pushed him back, propping herself over him, her hair blocking out the light. He brought both hands up to fondle her and press her to his lips. "Mmm," she rocked slowly as he sucked and licked at her nipple, then she pressed into him, one huge breast smashed against the entirety of his face. His hands pulled at her sides as he nuzzled into her. A moment later they were powerless to hold her as she pressed him far into the crackles of the beanbag, until lying down on it. Her chin, then lips, then eyes came into view. "I'm going to rub them all over you," he mirrored her nod as she gyrated her torso, rubbing herself in circles down his chest. She left him, and from somewhere out of view he felt a tug at his waist as his clothing was pulled from him. She pushed his legs aside to kneel between them and the crushed her chest down into his lap. It was as relaxing as it was sexual, feeling her breasts conform to him as she dragged them repeatedly up and down over his skin. Her softness was teasing him,
wrap up.. Rick leaves around 11pm for home.
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Saturday morning, the applicants are in a line in front. Becka interviews and 'filters' them into the front door (dismissing some that don't make the cut).
Annie walks down to find the living room full of young applicants (20)?. It's not a very big room, and there isn't enough space for them, so they are sort of jammed about. Lynn introduces Annie as the newest member of the sorority and all the girls greet annie in near-unison. Becka finishes her filtering and addresses them, explaining what the trigger girls are about, and talks about how they will be accepting 4 (?) new sisters for the next school year. "The trigger is not an accident, and if admitted they will receive the gift of height. However, they must be deserving of that gift, so there will be a set of trials to find out the girls most suited to join us. This week, you will write an essay titled 'if I were 8 feet tall', telling us why you want to be part of the trigger house, what you would do if you were 8 feet tall, and why you are the best applicant to join us."
As the girls file out, Suzanne talks to Annie for the first time after 'the evening'. Annie confesses she's been avoiding him, that it was all just a last ditch effort because he was about to break up with her.
[ideas for essays: tallest basketball player in the wnba. keep the vollyball team on top. wanna-be runway model. abusive father, currently abusing her mother and sister. ]
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Suzanne heads out to the kitchen to get a drink, and Annie leaves to follow her. In the kitchen, Annie continues the conversation about Rick. "It's not that I havn't thought about it." Suzanne isn't sure what she's referring to, "About what?" ... "About letting him get it out of his system. This is college, and it's not like we're married, or god forbid, even thinking or talking about something like that. I don't own him." She paused for a moment as Suzanne poured and handed her a drink as well. "Plus, It's not like he couldn't bunk down with any co-ed that flashed her lashes at him one day. It's just that the idea of him having sex with someone else churns my insides enough already without me giving him permission to do it." Suzanne is a little surprised and walks her back off the ledge, "sex? who said anything about sex? The man isn't looking at me, he's looking at these." She hefted herself a little bit. "He thinks their names are Suz and Anne. I'm not even sure he knows I exist." Suzanne laughed and Annie joined her. "No, I'd just tease him a bit, let him touch them, make him feel guilty for even being fascinated. Ricks a nice guy, and once it was out of his system he'd be apologizing to you that he went through with it. Don't you think?" Annie puzzled for a moment, yet was beginning to think she was right. "If I'm lucky, he'll feel a little guilty oogling them and start looking at me instead!" She let out a small chuckle at the thought, and Annie started nodding in thinking maybe this wasn't such a bad idea after all. "I'd have to have some ground rules. No sex. Absolutly no sex." Suzanne nodded, "Of course. Anything else?" Annie didn't really want to think about this at all, were they going to kiss? makeout? Would she get him off? She decided she didn't really want to know. "I'm not going to just offer it up to him on a silver platter. I'll wait until he suggests it again.. which if history is any indication, won't be long from now." Suzanne nodded as they both walked out of the room with a silent but shared understanding.