My Only Talent Ch. 29

That probably explained the emaciated body. I hoped she was well on the road to recovery. "Would you care to dance?"

She did a double take like that was the last thing she expected to hear, then rallied and said yes. She put her little juice can down on one of the trays near the wall, and took my offered hand as I walked her towards the center of the room. Just as we reached a spot where we could dance, the DJ faded down Buddy Holly's "Oh, Boy" and brought up Johnny Mathis "Chances Are", perhaps the slowest and clingiest 50's dance tune there was. I didn't give her a chance to back out due to the music switch, taking her in my arms and moving to the music in my best ballroom dancing class style. She followed beautifully, light as a feather, almost literally, in my arms. I liked it.

By the end of the song she was leaning on me heavily and breathing hard. That one dance had completely exhausted her, but her Suzie signal for me had grown stronger as her body grew weaker. I steered her over to some chairs against the wall and offered to get her another juice.

"Water, please." She gasped. I went off to fetch her a bottled water from one of the tubs near the punch bowl. When I returned, she had already bucked up a bit. I sat beside her.

"Sorry to flag out on you like that. I still get tired easily. But I enjoyed the dance."

"So did I, Jerri, and I hope we can do it again soon?"

She smiled. "Perhaps, but not tonight. It looks like one is my limit."

My disappointment lasted only a few seconds, though, because I spotted Candy making her entrance.

Candy's outfit was like mine, in one sense. From a long distance away, it was blue jeans, a white shirt, and black shoes. But when she got closer, the reality was much more striking than that. The jeans were some mix of dark blue denim and Spandex, the kind my mother used to call 'spray on jeans' when girls wore them to her accounting classes. Even Candy had had to work hard to get into these things, and they left little to the imagination concerning her shape. They might also been called 'Commando' jeans, because I could detect no panty lines or trace of any underwear. Those kind of jeans were often low riding 'hip hugger' style, but Candy's went up high all the way to her natural waist at the level of her navel, tight as a coat of paint.

She had on black mid-calf length boots with moderate heels, and matching narrow black belt with a silver and turquoise buckle. The thin belt made it plain that there was nothing underneath it save jeans, muscle and skin, and when she turned to move through a few standing groups, I could see that it also highlighted the upside down heart shape of her perfect ass. The music continued, but the conversations stopped as Candy strode toward us. Some massed male desire signals sounded, along with the expected female herd envy. Jerri's arm was still next to mine, and I felt her pulse, her heart rate still wound up from the exertion of the dance.

Finally Candy got within a few feet and I could see yet another reason for the reaction to her. Her white shirt was not a plain and almost opaque thick cotton loose cut tee like mine, but a sleeveless number in high tech stretch fabric: thin, tight, translucent, and form hugging. Her dark tan shown though like the shirt was almost not there, and the inverse bikini area of her breasts that were untanned were like bubble gum pink beacons in the night, surrounding her naturally bronze nipples. You could see every bump on her nipples, which seem to respond instantly the air conditioned breezes in the room through the sheer fabric. It was actually much, much sexier than if she had simply been topless.

A frantic Suzie with raunchy overtones popped unbidden from Jerri, with nasty overtones of shame, overlaid with uncontrolled desire. Her heart rate raced again. I stood to greet Candy, and Jerri's hand remained attached to my arm. Candy noticed, and Jerri gasped. I needed to make some introductions, I supposed.

"Candy, this is Jerri. She was kind of enough to dance with me at our mixer."

Jerri was nervous, and reacted automatically, extending her hand. "Jerri Hart, from Hallsville, Texas. Pleased to meet you."

Candy was not jealous, she was intrigued. "Hi, Jerri, I'm Candy." She took Jerri's hand a held it, planning I suppose to stare at her until Jerri looked down. Jerri did not, and stepped a little closer.

Finally Candy extricated her hand and she and I walked off toward the dance floor. I gave her the basics of her extended training plan for the next few weeks. She did not react well, initially at least.

"Whaddaya mean, more training? I thought I already graduated from your training during Spring Break!

"Well, that was like the three day introductory course, and you did very, very well. But this is the full on formal course, with two other instructors in addition to me."

"So, I would have to be with all three of you, publicly, like that chick that you paraded around the Halloween party on a leash, naked except for that little metal sex suit and some gloves?"

I nodded, and tried to think of something to say. Turns out I didn't have to.

"And I suppose I would have to do even kinkier and kinkier things in private? Be used in whatever degrading way you three can devise to get yourselves off?"

I nodded shyly.

"Say no more, Hoss. Sign me up, right now!"

What a woman.

*******

When I woke up Sunday morning, I knew two things: I was at least a day behind on my schoolwork, and I didn't even want to think about dinner at Strelsa and Günter's place later tonight. I put off any real thought process by going down to breakfast, slowly because I was still sore from Friday. The dining hall was mostly deserted at my normal early waking hour. Then, after I was full, I did the normal, rational(izing) human thing - I buried myself in my math homework, and didn't even think about dinner, nor the after dinner entertainment plans. Given my compulsion to forget about dinner, I actually concentrated pretty well on math. I worked my way through most of the exercises that I had problems with, moving all but two into the 'I understand it now' column. I wrote up my remaining issues for discussion with the TA at his next session of office hours. By this time, I could distract myself with lunch.

My roommate Kevin arrived just in time to join me for lunch. He was now frantically casting the rest of his movie, realizing that early commitments and early shooting would be the only way to actually get it 'in the can' and ready to turn in while most of his classmates procrastinated. He was ebullient at his progress so far, as he had found his female lead. In his rewritten script, the formerly logical and by the letter of the law regulation quoting female Vulcan officer, as portrayed by Orinda, was to become totally ruled by her emotions and compulsions and be a classic aggressive nymphomaniac. He was actively trying to recruit everyone he knew to play some part in his film, especially in some of the big orgy scenes. So far many had resisted, myself included, but he was having very good luck with students from the drama department desperate to build their resumes. His title was already awful, but any horny college guy I know would sit through almost any awful dialog just to see Orinda naked on screen for three seconds. Maybe his plan was coming together.

After lunch, I rewrote my lab notes from physics, and went through the old test files that UDP provided - seeing which problem sets and labs were most likely to turn into exam questions and making sure I understood them. Avoidance can make one very dutiful (not to mention the effects of long induced maternal guilt while an adolescent) - so I created hand written thank you notes to the employers I met at the co-op engineering reception. Now what else can I do?

My phone buzzed. It was Suzanne texting that she was downstairs and ready to walk to dinner at Strelsa's. It was only 4:30!

"Too early!"

"Nope, we need to walk and talk for a while before we get there."

She met me at the dorm entrance, dressed in a black skintight pantsuit outfit that made her look like a top shelf Vegas whale watcher who should have a billionaire or two in tow. She normally didn't need much makeup, but this afternoon she had gone all out. She looked amazing. Her jet black hair was up, her boots were tall, tight, and black, her brown eyes and perfect olive skin were shining, and her walk was strutting and commanding. Even now, I sometimes found it hard to believe she was with me.

We walked in silence for a while. I was certainly not going to start talking about our after dinner adventure. But I knew that Suzanne eventually would. "Robbie, my Animal, are you ready to really spice things up for Strelsa and Günter?"

I supposed so. She could spice things up just by walking in the door. I, on the other hand, would need to make a concerted effort.

"So, Robbie, let's be specific, shall we?" She gave me one of those looks that really hot girls give really slow guys.

Could she really read minds? "Tonight, you get to have both girls, while our poor frustrated Günter just gets to watch. There are some things you don't want to do, and some things you absolutely must do. Am I getting your attention?"

That got my back up. "Remember, Suzanne, I am not your sub! But you always have my attention."

She smiled and kissed me. "Good. As long as we know that, you can do the right stuff for both Strelsa and me. I want you to absolutely give her all your best efforts Robbie. No holding back, no inhibition because Günter is there. Do her like you do Lara, and like you do me.

I smiled and raised my hands, like I didn't know what she was talking about. She smiled too, but she wasn't having any of my bullshit. "Come on. Robbie. I don't know exactly how you do it, but you always seem to know when to zig and when to zag. When to be rough and tough with me, and when to be gentle. Very intuitive. I want you to concentrate on getting Strelsa off like that, the same way you do for me."

I shuffled my feet, and she continued. "One other thing. No anal, Robbie. Not tonight or later when you guys double team Strelsa and then me. She is not ready for it, and neither am I with anyone other than you. You introduced me to that, and I love it with you, but I need a lot of trust and understanding for that to happen, and Strelsa is going to be even more hesitant than I am. I know you will sneak in a few little feels and kisses here and there, but no real penetration, okay?

By this time, we were entering their apartment building. I smelled the fresh flowers in the lobby, and their fragrance evoked memories. The first and most striking was of Strelsa's pungent and pervasive smell of excitement in her first girl on girl experience with Suzanne while her husband Günter and I watched from five feet away. It had first made me think of exotic European sushi, if there was such a thing. Memories cascaded. My family went to Stockholm for vacation one year in the summer, and we stayed at the old Sheraton, a very American hotel right next to the Old Town section. But it had a very Swedish breakfast buffet - with several dozen varieties of pickled herring laid out. I was dumbfounded by the display, as in my whole previous sheltered life in Dallas I had only known there was one kind of pickled herring, and I had no idea that human beings would actually eat it for breakfast. I guess that was the closest thing to European sushi I had actually experienced. She smelled a little like that, but a hell of a lot better.

Before that my memories of the then very virginal Strelsa were of our Austrian high school exchange student, blond, pale, athletic and tall. Different and mysterious, to me at least. The first Austrian I had ever met, and she seemed smarter and more sophisticated than the German farm girls that had proceeded her as exchange students at our Texas high school. The polar opposite of Suzie Packard. Suzie was dark, big breasted, aggressive and always on the prowl. She had personally deflowered dozens of my male classmates, and for all I know, some of the females, too, plus a few rumored coaches, teachers, and dads: both divorced and soon to be, thanks to Suzie. Strelsa was shy and retiring, slow to speak up, thoughtful and polite. Somehow, that made her all the hotter, for me at least.

It was the shy and retiring high school Strelsa that opened their door to our knock. When she made eye contact with me and then looked down, something in me popped, and a flood of images rushed through my mind. Strelsa walking the hallways, shy and with eyes downcast. Strelsa not knowing how to unwrap a tamale before eating it. Strelsa not sure when to yell at a football game. Strelsa looking hot but embarrassed in a bathing suit at a picnic. Strelsa putting her hand on Suzanne's head as we watched Suzanne going down on her on the couch in their apartment two weeks ago. Wow.

She ushered us in and offered us seats on that same couch. Günter emerged from the balcony, apparently having just stoked the fire on their little hibachi grill. The expression on his face was impossible to read, but I was sure I had never seen it before. I wondered if his internal dialog was something like 'Come on in, have some dinner, and then fuck my wife?'

Then I heard a weak but buzzing Suzie signal starting up from Strelsa, like a little two cycle engine that was just barely catching and beginning to warm up. It went from coughing and shaking to chugging and then revving up and beginning to settle in to a smooth idle. Her body language changed with it: from tight and controlled with hands held close at her side to bold and expressive gestures with her arms. She was ready.

But first, dinner. The inevitable cheese dusted salad was served, and I had a Pavlovian erection. Were yellow tomatoes an automatic turn on for me now? The conversation turned around SXSW, Spring Break plans, and Günter's frantic recruiting efforts. Apparently rowing had an NCAA mandated national signing day in February just like football did, and the pressure was on Günter to close some prospects at get them to attend ESU rather than the traditional big rowing powers. Günter had to two highly rated 'probable signees' on the hook and he would be walking on eggshells for the next few weeks until those letters of intent were signed and booked. Coaching jobs were on the line all over the country, highly vulnerable to the whims (and perhaps sexual proclivities) of fickle 17 year old girls.

He had already enlisted me to host a couple of his top targets, including Ms. Muffy McGunnigle, the legendary five star rowing recruit, with a tour of UDP and a 'mini-mixer' beside the heated pool. Other folks would take them all over Central Texas hoping to find what resonated with them. Günter wanted me to figure out if Muffy liked boys, or girls, or goats, or all of the above, and in what combinations, and make sure she thought there were plenty of such possibilities at ESU, rather than Asian girls everywhere, UCLA. Strelsa cleared the salads, and Günter brought in some sizzling medium rare free range bison steaks from the hibachi. Then Strelsa added the latest and greatest in trendy Austin veggie side dishes - Brussel sprouts, complete with toasted pistachios, balsamic vinegar, and blue cheese. I loved the idea. When I went through puberty, later than most, I developed some major food cravings very early in the process, well before my voice began to crack and change. I craved Brussel sprouts, Crimini mushrooms, asparagus, butter beans, fried chicken livers, tuna, shrimp, and pecans. I could not get enough of any of them, especially asparagus and chicken liver, ever.

My gourmet cook and nutrition guru grandmother told me at the time that such cravings usually came from a vitamin or other biochemical co-factor deficiency, and said sometimes a growing boy needs some weird foods to become a man. She said my dad had the same kind of cravings when he was in his early teens. At any rate, the smell of the Brussel sprouts only served to recall teenage days and reinforce the erection kicked off by the salad course, and I began to notice every little move that Strelsa made. She was looking better and better with every passing minute.

Suzanne was certainly enjoying her meal too, and cutting expectant glances at all three of us as she chewed and made happy noises. A couple of buzzing and very female Suzie signals soon made themselves again evident to me, along with an increasingly nervous expression on Günter's face. I suppose that was his standard 'our dinner guests are about to have a threesome with my wife' look. Soon Strelsa brought some kind of chocolate thing that was like a thick pudding with a cookie stuck in the top of it and then dusted with cinnamon and powdered sugar. It was very good - all three bites of it. I hoped that it had topped off my glucose supply to put my Suzie receiver in peak condition for the rest of the evening.

Suzanne stood up. "I'll help you clear, Strelsa dear." She strutted and slutted her way into the kitchen, with a gait that was somewhere between walking and twerking. I realized that it was just about to go down, so to speak. The official plan going in was for me to get both girls, and I would, but Suzanne's manner made it seem like the real agenda was for the two of us to drive Strelsa crazy while her husband watched. I guess that would be okay too.

Strelsa and Suzanne returned, with Strelsa looking embarrassed, but she finally cleared her throat nervously and spoke. "I thought at this point we should move to the bedroom, which might work better for us tonight than the couch." Her Suzie fantasy channel suddenly burst out with images of my precious bodily fluids squirting on her. Very graphic, but it certainly did make the bedroom seem like a more practical venue than the couch.

Some thought must to have been given to all this previous to our arrival, because the bed was turned down, there were several extra pillows on the bed (with pillow cases), the shades were drawn, and there were several candles burning around the room. A single chair was over in the corner right at the foot of the bed, near the window with the shades drawn. I guess that was Günter's designated vantage point. Oh my.

He sat in the chair, leaned back, and tried to portray relaxed and open body language. However, his clenching and un-clenching hands and jaws did not fit in with his desired image. I felt some clenching in my abdomen as both girls sat on the end of the bed with a space between them and beckoned for me to join them. They say college is for learning and having new experiences, so here I go.

Suzanne smiled mildly at me, but her Suzie sizzled, as did Strelsa's. I decided to pretend I was back at one of our high school dances with Strelsa, and I kissed her. She kissed me back, and like she really meant it, too. Maybe we were both at the same dance. Günter might as well have been out on the balcony looking in, even though he was actually about three feet from the foot of the bed and looking on intensely. I remembered my promise about not holding back, and tried to put my mental blinders on and just focus in on Strelsa's Suzie signal. It calmed my nerves and gave me focus and direction. She must have been the extended foreplay queen of Europe, because she wanted it slow, gentle, and excruciatingly sequential. Austrian foreplay.

She must have known just what worked for her, though, because as I methodically tuned for maximum Suzie, she got hot. Really hot. Suzanne joined in, taking off Strelsa's little blue sweater and white bra, and beginning to kiss her left breast while I worked on the right. Out of the corner of my eye, I then noticed Suzanne doing a little strip tease for Günter's benefit, shucking off that black pants suit with her feet pointed about a foot from his knee, and coyly leaving only her red panties on. As she turned back to concentrate on Strelsa, Günter was afforded a perfect view of the virtually perfect Suzanne ass.