Mike & Karen Ch. 04

"If drunken college boys are your watermark for who finds you desirable, you might want to up your standards, Red," Karen said dryly. "And I refuse to believe no women have hit on you."

"Why?" lilted Lisa, giving her roommate a saucy smile. "Would someone get jealous if I was being hit on by women?"

"I have beer to deliver, you tart..." muttered Karen, leaving her friend to giggle at the bar. There were thirty girls acting as beer-hall wenches, and they were still slammed and running their behinds off. University students were a thirsty lot. She approached a table, just as Indur, Ping and Gergo sat down, each holding a fistful of tickets. They tried not to gawk in amazement as she walked up to them.

"Good to see you, gentlemen," she lilted as she put the beers down in front of people sharing their table. "One of us will see to you as soon as possible. Where's Goliath?"

They looked at one another for a moment in confusion before realization kicked in. Ping glanced back at her and grinned, trying to not be too obvious in staring at her breasts.

"He was still in lab when we left," he explained. "We ask him to join, and he wave to us and say he'd be along, but I could tell he was not paying attention to what I was saying."

"Calabi-Yao Manifolds?" Karen asked.

Ping shrugged. "Calabi-Yao is life."

"Says the geek with the karaoke penchant," she muttered. "Well, at least there'll be room for forty more people if he's stuck in a lab somewhere. Enjoy yourselves, gentles."

And with that, she swished off, knowing that their eyes were following her ass under the distressingly short skirt she was wearing. She fought off a frown, deciding she was displeased that the oversized bushkin wasn't here. She didn't know why, but it didn't suit her that he wasn't.

She made her way to another tent, to see if they needed any help. While she was not in charge of this event by any means, the squads of beer wenches seemed to have elected her team captain by default, meaning that she was not only running endless beer, but also checking up on everyone and making sure they were doing all right. It was here that she ran into Janet.

"Well, well, the woman who started it all," Karen announced as she walked up to her friend. "Dare I ask how everything is going in here?"

Janet, wearing a skirt that was mostly green, turned and sighed, looking a little frazzled. "I'd forgotten exactly how crowded these pavilions were when you crammed a few thousand students in them. I've got phantom hand syndrome on my ass at this point."

"You got us into this, chick," Karen said blithely. "You'll somehow survive it with the rest of us. I'm sure Mona and Lisa are experiencing the same."

"Wish I hadn't dumped DeBourne now," Janet muttered as she waited on her beers. "Now that everyone knows, every guy on campus is macking on me."

Karen raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, not every guy," Janet corrected, rolling her eyes. "But more than a lot of them, especially today and since he's not around."

"Apparently he's holed up in one of the labs somewhere," Karen mentioned. "George, Paul and Ringo told me."

"I'm amazed they even ventured outside without Mama Bear," Janet giggled. "Maybe I'll go say hi. I think it's adorable the way they gawk at my tits."

"You and I are very different people," Karen said dryly. "Enjoy getting ogled; I'm going to deliver a few rounds in here and then check on Mona."

She spent a few minutes delivering cold beverages, politely turned down several offers of dating or coitus, and continued her rounds. It wasn't long, though, before she heard a distinct 'clunk!' noise emanating from somewhere nearby, although with all the laughing and talking, it was difficult to distinguish the source.

'Clunk!'

A pause.

'Clunk!'

The third tent?

She began making her way toward the third tent, where she had Mona stationed and keeping an eye on things for her. She could now hear people chanting along with the clunking.

"Salamander, reiss!"

'Clunk!'

"Salamander, reiss!"

'Clunk!'

"Salamander, rex!"

"Who the hell is doing the Salamander Toast in my beer pavilion?" she wondered, frowning as she walked across the short stretch of grass toward her destination. An accordion began playing, followed shortly by the other band instruments.

And then the singing began.

"Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink! Ein! Zwei! Drei! Vier! Lift your stein and drink your beer!

Ein! Zwei! Drei! Vier! Lift your stein and drink your beer! Drink, drink, drink, to eyes that are bright as stars when they're shining on me!"

"DRINK! DRINK! DRINK! TO LIPS THAT ARE RED AND SWEET AS THE FRUIT ON THE TREE!" answered a clear, ringing tenor that could only be one person.

Karen sighed, shook her head and trudged into the pavilion. Sure enough, the men of the Glee Club were standing in the center of the sprawling tent, wearing jackets and caps vaguely reminiscent of nineteenth-century university attire and holding their beer mugs in the air. Towering over the assembly, Mike was leading the singing of the classic tune.

"Here's a hope that those bright eyes will shine!" he crooned, as he took Mona gently by the waist and drew her in before bending her backward slightly and leaning over her. Her eyes were wide with amazement. "Lovingly, longingly, soon into mine!"

Everyone in the pavilion was watching, rapt, as more people gathered from outside, to see what all the singing with about. Karen looked on stonily as she worked her way through the crowds.

"May those lips that are red and sweet, tonight with joy, my own lips meet!" he sang loudly, releasing Mona as he held up his glass, but she didn't go anywhere - she stayed right there, goggling up at him, as if spellbound.

"DRINK! DRINK! LET THE TOASTS START! MAY YOUNG HEARTS NEVER PART! DRINK! DRINK! DRINK! LET EVERY TRUE LOVER SALUTE HIS SWEETHEARRRRT!" he called loudly, his voice as clear as a bell. People responded by cheering and raising their glasses. Those who knew the words began to sing along, an incredible sense of merriment taking over the pavilion.

Why did it bother Karen that he wasn't singing about her?

"Drink! Drink! Drink! To arms that are white and warm as a rose in the sun! Drink! Drink! Drink! To hearts that will love when only I am the one!"

"HERE'S A HOPE THAT THOSE SOFT ARMS WILL TWINE!" he sang, looking around the pavilion, before belting a loud, clarion note he held while others sang. "Tenderly, trustingly, soon around mine!"

"All I ask is the right to see, those smiling eyes, beguiling me!" he crooned again, and this time his eyes did meet Karen's as they swept around the pavilion. She bit the inside of her lip as he looked at her, though it was for only the briefest of moments, because there had indeed been a pause there.

"DRINK! DRINK! LET THE TOASTS START!" he called out, his glass raised high, leading everyone in a joyous toast. "MAY YOUNG HEARTS NEVER PART! HO! LET EVERY TRUE LOVER SALUTE HIS SWEETHEART! LET'S DRINK!"

The pavilion and the grass beyond erupted in cheers, while the men of the Glee Club bowed and drank their beers eagerly. Even Karen found herself clapping with more enthusiasm than she would have admitted to. It had been fun to watch. She made her way through the throng and ended up in front of the blond behemoth, who was downing a beer readily.

"Quite the show, Karl," she quipped as she walked up. "The student has become the prince."

"How blyth of you," he replied, draining his stein. She couldn't help but notice that it was very large and happened to be personalized. Knowing the oversized lout, it was probably made from locally sourced Kapuskasing tin, bound around scrimshawed whalebone harvested by the Innu in James Bay. "Just doing our part."

"Strange, I don't remember seeing you on the entertainment roster," Karen mused, folding her arms and touching a finger to her chin.

"Oh, we weren't on it," Mike said, shrugging and holding out his stein as if for a random refill. Not surprisingly, it happened. "Glee Club just decided to be spontaneous. Probably most effective that way."

"I somehow doubt they were spontaneous without weeks of secret practice of that song at somebody's behest," Karen pointed out. "Care to confess to anything?"

"Nein," was the response she got, as he drained his enormous stein in one swig. "Ah, Berliner Kindl. My compliments to the Kegmeister who procured it."

"I'll be sure to pass that along," Karen said. "What else have you got planned? Perhaps the Grand March from Tannhauser?"

"No, that'll be for commencement," Mike answered. "I'd better get back to the lab; I just wanted to pull off this gig, say we did our bit. See you around, Kathie."

He walked back into the crowd of about twenty men from the club and rallied them. Applause followed them out as they left the pavilion, somberly chanting.

"Gaudeamus igitur.

Iuvenes dum sumus.

Gaudeamus igitur.

Iuvenes dum sumus.

Post iucundam iuventutem.

Post molestam senectutem.

Nos habebit humus

Nos habebit humus!"

Karen watched silently, the corner of her mouth ever-so-slightly pulled up in a grimace. She sensed Mona walking up beside her.

"You don't look terribly impressed," Karen's friend noted. "Everything all right?"

"As long as everyone had a good time," Karen said evenly. "It doesn't really matter if they weren't part of the scheduled entertainment, does it?"

"Not with the Glee Club, no," Mona answered. "But I'm gonna say this isn't about the club."

"Oh?"

"Well... you made him join Glee Club, Kar, so to be fair, this is kinda on you."

Karen's head snapped around instantly, her tawny-amber eyes boring into Mona's like a laser.

"And now for my next impression, Wilma Rudolph!" Mona said hastily before disappearing. Karen sighed and shook her head. Was Mona right? Had she brought this on herself? She probably could have anticipated that this would happen. It was bound to.

She thought back to that night at the bar, where she had so capriciously stated that the penance Mike would pay for losing the contest was joining Glee. She made it a game between them, two giants battling amidst ants. She thought she'd won that night. Some time later, of course, he'd handed her ass to her in a fencing match without even trying.

She remembered telling him that if she had lost the karaoke contest, she would accept a punishment as well. On the spur of the moment, he mentioned making her sing at the bar every Tuesday.

"Dammit," she muttered to herself, coming to an unsatisfactory realization. "I don't want to sing karaoke every Tuesday night. And I'm going to end up doing it. Because he likes it..."

She exited the pavilion and went back to the central one, finding Lisa almost on instinct. She walked right up to the redhead, standing uncharacteristically close, so their breasts were almost touching. Lisa seemed a little surprised.

"Oh. Hello..." she said uncertainly, not sure what she'd done wrong already.

"You. Me. Now. The keg supply tent." Karen said quietly but firmly.

Lisa's eyebrows went up into her hairline. "What, now?"

"Did I stutter?" Karen asked. "Do you want to get laid or not, Red? Move it. Bring an empty keg, so it looks like we're doing something."

Knowing better than to say no, and not actually wanting to, Lisa found an empty aluminum keg and grunted as she hefted it down, telling some of the other girls serving that she was going to take this one away and get another.

"Oh, right, yeah. Enjoy yourself getting that new keg!" one girl said sassily, winking at her. Lisa blushed and hurried out of the pavilion. She struggled along with the keg, noting that Karen was already quite a ways ahead, walking without any burden. She turned into the large tent that held the kegs and disappeared, waiting inside seemingly. Lisa picked up her pace, finally stumbling into the tent and sighing heavily as she dropped the barrel.

Karen appeared almost out of nowhere and zipped the tent flap shut while reaching out and taking her roommate around the waist. Lisa almost squeaked as Karen pulled her close and then kissed her, deeply and assertively. Any hesitation she'd had melted away instantly as the auburn beauty began to fondle her, their tongues tangling hungrily.

"Aren't you -- mmmmmm - aren't you worried about getting caught?" murmured the redhead through the kiss, her hands reaching down and clamping onto Karen's shapely behind.

"Don't care," Karen replied, her body getting warmer by the moment. "I needed you now, and you know how terrible I am with impulse control."

It was a ridiculous statement, because Karen was the most disciplined person Lisa had ever met, and she came from a military family. But she let it go without question, because no one could make her feel like Karen did. It took most of her personal discipline stores to not fall deeply in love with this amazing girl on a daily basis.

Lisa found herself swung around and leaning back against a small pyramid of aluminum barrels full of beer. She gasped as Karen pressed into her, kissing her again while starting to strip her outfit off her. Her blouse was tossed on top of a barrel, followed quickly by her emerald green skirt. Clad now only in a small, push-up bra, her moist panties, knee-high socks and her shoes, Lisa blushed in embarrassment and secret delight. Karen's assertiveness always thrilled her. It left no doubt as to what kind of woman Lisa wanted to marry one day.

Karen's hands groped Lisa's breasts through her bra as she knelt in front of her and began kissing her panties. Lisa shuddered and tried not to gasp loudly as Karen's mouth pressed against her wet, pulsing mons. Her hands gripped one of the barrels she was leaning back against and she panted, already feeling like she could explode, and they hadn't even begun to have sex yet. Karen scraped her teeth along the damp fabric, making Lisa shudder and whimper again. Her tongue snaked out and massaged between her silken folds and her fingers squeezed her thighs, keeping the redhead pinned in place.

Finally, she reached up with one hand and eased Lisa back against the kegs she was leaning on, arching her body. Lisa shivered over the cool metal, but let her lover continue, surrendering readily. Without hesitation, Karen took her friend's panties between her teeth and pulled them down slowly, exposing her glistening pussy, the trimmed red hair crowning it. Lisa strangled a loud groan as Karen kissed her womanhood directly, firmly, and slithered her tongue around her engorged clit. One hand remained above, squeezing her breasts through her bra. Lisa's fingers flexed against the barrels she leaned on.

Karen became quickly relentless in her assault on Lisa's pussy, making her shake and hiss in barely restrained delight. It took all her will not to cry out in pleasure. She squirmed her hips against Karen's mouth, her flesh turning pink and warm in the dim privacy of the tent. Lisa keened as one of Karen's fingers found its way inside her while the auburn girl sucked on her clit.

Lisa panted lustily and one of her hands found its way into Karen's hair, kneading reflexively while her lover fingered her and lashed her clit with her tongue. Unreal warmth suffused her, followed by the tingling bliss, and then she pushed hard with her hips, clenching her teeth in a desperate snarl as she fought not to scream. Her tiny frame shook from head to toe as she began to cum, glazing Karen's mouth and chin. Karen hummed and moaned into her pussy, sending her rocketing into utter bliss.

Wild with lust, Lisa pulled Karen up to her feet and grappled onto her, kissing her greedily and without restraint. The whole campus could have been watching at this point, and she would have not noticed or cared. Their tongues tangled hungrily, bodies pressed in desire. Lisa finally broke the kiss, gazing into Karen's eyes with almost unchecked lust.

"Your turn," she panted. "God, I need to make you cum!"

Karen smirked and nodded, lifting her skirt and shimmying down her panties. Lisa squirmed impatiently, watching. She was still clad only in her shoes, socks and bra. She fondled herself while waiting.

"I'm going to stay clothed," Karen said quietly, settling back to sit on top of a barrel and spreading her legs wide. "Took me forever to get into this thing, and we don't have that much time."

"Good enough," Lisa said huskily as she knelt between her friend's legs and began eagerly licking and lapping at her. Karen shivered in pleasure; this was exactly what she needed. Lisa's fingers also quickly found their way inside her, thrusting in and out, twisting back and forth. "Mmmmm, Kar..."

"Nnnn, keep going, love," Karen murmured, her eyes closed as she cradled Lisa's head with one hand. She undulated her hips gently rhythmically, loving how Lisa's tongue felt inside her or on her throbbing clit. "Yesss, just like that..."

She squeezed the slick walls of her pussy around Lisa's probing fingers, knowing just where to caress her and make her shudder with delight. Her friend's wicked tongue reached deep inside her again and a wicked bliss blossomed through her. She had no intention of delaying her orgasm, because they would be missed soon. She just needed to cum, and hard.

Less then two minutes later, Karen arched her back, her behind leaving the barrel she was resting on, and she sighed in rapture, the unreal climax blossoming through her, even to her fingertips. It wasn't the first time she and Lisa and made love near the public eye, but never before near so many thousands of people.

Lisa pulled her up and they kissed deeply, their cum mingling on their lips and tongues. The redhead leaned in, their gooey pussies pressing together as they made out. Fondling and caressing, they allowed themselves to calm down, then smiled as they gazed into one another's eyes.

"Remind me to send a thank-you card to whoever got you so worked up," Lisa sighed, rubbing her nose against Karen's.

"Why did anyone have to get me worked up for this to happen?" Karen queried, giving her friend a why smirk.

Lisa giggled. "I know you, Karen Gordon, whether you like it or not. You're never this turned on unless something has gotten to you. Usually a huge issue."

"That transparent, am I, Freud?" Karen remarked, trying to sound unimpressed, but also trying not to blush. Lisa might have been hitting awfully close to the mark.

"Oh, only to people who really know you. Relax, princess," Lisa quipped, kissing her again and then stepping back. She began dressing herself again, while Karen slipped her panties on and straightened out her appearance. They assisted each other in fixing their outfits, Lisa giggling and taking several moments to kiss exposed areas of Karen's skin.

"Right," Karen announced, feeling quite refreshed. "Let's grab a keg of the Schulteiss and take it back to tent three, shall we?"

The two girls grunted as they lifted the full aluminum keg and waddled it out of the tent and back toward the festivities.

***

Behind the beer tent, Brad was pressing his eye against a small tear in the fabric of the wall, while his friend Trent waited beside him.

"C'mon, dude, lemme have a look," brown-haired Trent almost whined. They'd been passing by the back of the tent when they heard a moan. Getting closer, they'd found the tiny tear and looked inside, shocked to see the beautiful auburn-haired girl making out with and undressing the redhead. They'd been rooted to the spot ever since. "You've been at it forever now!"