A Picture = K Words In College Ch. 08

"Thanks. When we left to go to dinner ... Oh, and thank you for that and the wine! When we left to go to dinner, I really didn't think we would come back; that had been enough and so good, but ..."

"I didn't either; it had been, it was," I interrupted her.

"Um-hmm, but then when I thought of Vicky on the way back - before I mentioned her - I remembered that I couldn't next weekend, and - oh well, you know - I sort of used her as an excuse, but she will ask."

"And you will tell?"

"Hm-hmm! Like she did about what you two did."

"She'll like that?"

"Why would she have told me, almost bragged about it, if she didn't want us to do it?"

"Hmm? Sounds like her. Don't make her want us try to do even more."

"Hm-hmm! Okay, I'll let it sound like I thought she had done more."

I fondled her breast, and we both chuckled softly. There was still plenty of time before she had to catch the last bus, but we agreed that "enough was enough, really!" and got up and washed. Back in the room, we both shrugged slightly at the sight of all our lovemaking.

Lovemaking? Yeah, it was a little lovemaking, not just emotionless sex; can't help but feel some kind of love for a girl, who loved so much to do what I loved to do.

Elsa glanced at the stack of my books that she had rested her head on and snickered once. When she moved to spread them out on my desk, I turned to my bed and remade it, not very carefully; Tim would know what we had been doing. When she turned back to me, she shrugged again and said:

"That's not going to happen with him - on your desk I'm sure."

"Very sure," I agreed. She smirked and replied:

"And you and Vicky had also better not; we almost scared him last weekend."

"He got over it, just very surprised, talking, after you two left."

"Hmm? What?"

"Couldn't quite believe that you both wanted to with him."

"Both of us, in two weeks?"

"It could have sounded like it. I told him that maybe you didn't want to share him, not with those words."

"Maybe that's a good idea; can't see us taking turns."

"I can't either, but - hm-hmm! - you sort of did last weekend."

Elsa nodded with a wry smile, agreeing:

"I guess we did, but that's different."

I nodded. We had been getting dressed; no smiles or smirks as we had put on our underwear, now putting on our outer clothing. When we had finished and were about to to leave the room, Elsa looked around again, then straightened the covers on my bed, and we left.

On the way to the bus stop, when she took my hand, I squeezed it, then chuckled and said:

"That was nice, when you took my arm."

"Um-hmm, feeling kind of grown-up."

"Didn't know grown-up women did it like that."

"Hm-hmm! I didn't either, but your arm was so close; just wanted to feel it against my breast."

"Just wanted to feel it?"

"Well, at first; guess that was when I thought about Vicky."

"Very subtle, well, then not very subtle, wanting to feel it somewhere else."

"Um-hmm, hope you didn't mind."

"Just wondered if you thought I could feel your nipple."

"Hmmm! I wondered too. Could you?"

"Just wanted to."

We chuckled and clasped hands. At the bus stop, we embraced and kissed, like the three other couples were, standing a discreet distance from each other. When I saw one couple whispering, I whispered to Elsa:

"Think they're wishing they had done more."

"Hmmm? Or like us, done it all already, so she can go back early?"

"'Done it all,' all we did?"

"Mmmm! I hope so."

"Hm-hmm! You can ask them on the bus."

"Hmm! Rather not! And they then ask me?!"

"No, we don't want them to be envious."

"They would!"

She started another kiss. When the bus arrived, we and the other couples moved closer. We heard fond remarks. Elsa clasped my hand, smirking slightly in the dim light, and murmured in agreement to the others' remarks:

"Me too. Mmmm!" and she smirked again, adding:

"Hope it is just as good next weekend."

"Me too," I muttered, repressing a grin and chuckle."

Then Elsa was gone, and I was on the way back to Tim's and my room, wondering if he would be there already, maybe have been waiting somewhere to see us leave the building, and then wondering what he would say.

He was in the room, getting ready for bed. He gave me wry smile and remarked:

"Don't have to ask if it was good - you two, you three!"

"Good? Very bad, we were very bad."

"Hmm!? Even worse!

He frowned, but then gave me another wry smile. I hoped that he wouldn't ask how good/bad we had been, then volunteered:

"But she sort of apologized for talking about you, admitting that she wanted to."

"Shit! Sorry! You two - you three! - and while you were doing whatever you were doing?"

"Not quite 'while', of course, but she wants to - hopes you do."

I didn't think Elsa had said the last bit, but it seemed appropriate to encourage him. Tim snorted with another wry expression, then snorted again with a slight smile and shrugged, replying:

"If she is as good - or as bad - as your cousin."

"She is," I confirmed softly.

It occurred to me that my comment was a little tactless. Our whole conversation was: talking about the girls as interchangeable sex partners. Tim had smiled, as I silently excused myself with the recollection that it was all the girls' idea. If they both liked to sleep with me - what a euphemism! - why shouldn't they want to sleep with him? Tim shook his head with a disbelieving expression and repeated:

"You two, you three."

"Maybe all four of us," I replied.

Tim snorted sharply with a very wry expression, but had nodded slightly.

Ch 9

Then Elsa was gone, and I was on the way back to Tim's and my college room, wondering if he would be there already, maybe have been waiting somewhere to see us leave the building, and then wondering what he would say.

He was already in our room, getting ready for bed. He gave me wry smile and remarked:

"Don't have to ask if it was good - you two, you three!"

"Good? Very bad, we were very bad."

"Hmm!? Even worse!

He frowned, but then gave me another wry smile. I hoped that he wouldn't ask how good/bad we had been, then volunteered:

"But she sort of apologized for talking about you, admitting that she wanted to."

"Shit! Sorry! You two - you three! - and while you were doing whatever you were doing?"

"Not quite 'while', of course, but she wants to - hopes you do."

I didn't think Elsa had said the last bit, but it seemed appropriate to encourage him. Tim snorted with another wry expression, then snorted again with a slight smile and shrugged, replying:

"If she is as good - or as bad - as your cousin."

"She is," I confirmed softly.

It occurred to me that my comment was a little tactless. Our whole conversation was: talking about the girls as interchangeable sex partners. Tim had smiled, as I excused myself with the recollection that it was all the girls' idea. If they both liked to sleep with me - what a euphomism! - why shouldn't they want to sleep with him? Tim shook his head with a disbelieving expression and repeated:

"You two, you three."

"Maybe all four of us," I replied.

Tim snorted sharply with a very wry expression, but he had nodded slightly.