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Anthropology 101

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Anthropology 101 by catulluslyric@yahoo.com (catulluslyric@yahoo.com)The anthropology class had been interesting so far. The semester was 5 weeks old and they had gone over some cool stuff. He had been sitting regularly next to this one girl whom he had grown to like. Jennifer was a cute brunette and smart. They had hit it off during these past weeks, either chatting in the long minuets before the class began, with the classroom fairly empty and the sound of the sprinklers on the green grass outside the open windows, or after class, walking to the central plaza, en-route to their next, respective destinations. This was their one class together and it was the only time he really got to talk to her. He had grown to relish it. It was spring and there was a pulse of excitement about. With the warmer weather came the shedding of the winter wardrobe. Roland had liked the change, especially in the amount of skin he was seeing in the halls. Jennifer had been one of the last to leave the confines of her winter garb, staying clad in outfits like loose jeans, tennis shoes and fleece or a long skirt with dowdy flats and… socks! As he grew to like her personality, he began to wonder more about her other attributes. Until then he could only imagine. But now, at last it was rather hot for April and he was gladdened to see that she was not as inhibited has he had feared. She wore sexy cotton Capri pants with black clogs and no socks!. A tight fitting white tank completed the ensemble, delineating her pert breasts and showing off her muscular arms. She was definitely sexy. Not a babe in the popular sense, but very cute, with a personality to make up any difference. She had a quirky nose that had been broken at some point in her past and she wasn't waif slim. He had thought that she was a bit thick in certain spots but he saw now that she was revealed to him that she was still very fit. Big boned perhaps but in proportion and no fat. He thought she might be a swimmer. He couldn't help notice a dolphin on the inside of her ankle. Yes, a swimmer, and that would explain her broad, strong back. Her long hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. She wore no make up. He decided that was right. She looked happy and smiled at him as she sat down. Her heavy bag thumped on the floor and she sagged in the chair. "Wow it's hot". "Are you a swimmer?" He began. They hadn't talked much about sports, confining their topics instead to the class discussions and perhaps delving a bit into literature, or a movie they had both seen. Despite the five-week time frame, their chats had really spanned no more than 15 minutes three times weekly. His interest in her had developed more out of the quiet time during the lecture, when he would be forced to sit next to her in silence and so had to image her more than find out real facts. He still really didn't know much about her. He felt he was striking out in a new direction with this question. "Why do you say that?" She said, surprised, and then admitted, "How did you know?" She looked inquisitive, somewhat at a loss. "Oh, it was your dolphin, on your ankle, I mean, the tattoo." He felt suddenly uncomfortable, as if he was being intrusive. Her tone sounded defensive but he couldn't see why. "That, umm…yes, it's a common tattoo for swimmers, I've been swimming almost since I was born" Her look told him that she thought it odd that he had noticed this small thing first on first day she dressed this way. He blushed slightly and thought "Oh God, she thinks I'm objectifying her, shit. Does she think I like her for he ankles?" It was true that he could barley keep from casting sidelong glances their way. He looked at the clear insertion of her strong Achilles tendon where it met her perfect tanned heel. It was hard not to stare. The entrance of Prof. Konin staved off further embarrassment and the topic was dropped. Roland had just enough time to ask if she wanted to go to coffee after her classes. He had never asked her out and though he didn't really feel like going for a coffee was the same as a date, he did feel a bit tense as he asked. Perhaps perceiving the importance the moment for him, she reassured him with a quick smile that removed any trace of discomfort from their just dropped discussion. It was a smile that glowed "yes". Prof. Konin stood at the podium. Roland felt suddenly quite happy. The class was attentive. They liked this professor and paid him the respect of an audience at a sold out show. At long last they were to begin the human sexuality section of the syllabus and there was almost an expectant hum in the air. He cleared his throat, tugged at his goatee and launched into his lengthy, scholarly, and perhaps, actually, a bit staid discussion of sex. He moved along in general way for most of the period. Detailing the breadth of the intended discussion and declaring that no topic would be taboo, since most cultures had different view points on the variations of the sexual being, and also demanding that they check their cultural sensibilities at the door in the pursuit of knowledge. "For instance, and we'll begin with this topic in detail since a developed knowledge to the potential of the sexual act begins with the knowledge of the self, when was the last time you masturbated, Miss Aucklander?" Jennifer looked up startled. She had been doodling on her notepad. Perhaps it was this act of disrespect that caused him to zero in on her or perhaps he too liked her new look. She was at a loss "Me… umm..I don't…um… what?" She had flushed crimson. "Don't give me that, Miss Aucklander, 90% of all humans, and a 100% of the intelligent ones masturbate regularly or have at some point masturbated. Since you have gotten good marks on your tests and papers, I assume you are in the latter group. Well?" She was stunned. as much by his logic as by his impertinence So was the class. Not a word was spoken and no one dared to utter the merest giggle. No one wanted to be put next on this spot. Roland shot a quick glance at Jennifer and saw that she was staring at her hands. He half thought there was a look of culpability in that stare. He saw her face was flushed. At the same time he was aware of a rush of adrenaline that was boring through him, surging to his groin and he had to shift slightly to allow for the change. What could she say? She could deny it, but who would believe her and she would sound like a prude or worse, like some religious zealot or something, and she didn't want that. Her mind whirled as she pondered her hard choice. "Come on, it's not that bad," Professor Konin exhorted her, " everyone masturbates." He used the word like a bludgeon, as a matter of fact, as if to make it the common most a topics; like the weather, or his golf score. It was unclear if he included himself among the "everyone". It was plain to all now that there was no way out for Ms. Aucklander. They had all seen him in action in other discussions with other topics. He would not leave her. She sensed this too, for it seemed as if a calm at last came over her and with the resignation of the condemned that has come to terms with her fate, she let out a soft, barely audible "Last night". There was a trace of a collective gasp from the class but it was cut off as the professor asked, "Did you orgasm?" "Professor, I.. don't…" she almost begged. "Please". But he was not swayed. "Well?" he demanded. "Yes" she quaked. Roland's jaw dropped. He could not believe what he was hearing. It was mind blowing. "How many times?" The professor pressed her further, in a measured tone. He could have been a doctor asking her weight, her eye color, and his voice was a monotone. Jennifer was silent a long time but he hovered over her. At last she admitted, "Three times." There was a crack to her voice. She had choked it out, timorously. "Thank you Miss Aucklander, that was very brave of you." Jennifer did not look overly cheered by this assertion. He resumed his discussion about the healthy qualities of self-love. "You see class," he began again, "Here we have an intelligent, attractive and quite normal individual who has no problem seeing to her sexual and emotional health." He went on about how only in the narrow and backward confines of morality was it considered "self abuse". It was, these days, called 'self-love". He droned on, trying to replace the titillation of that awkward moment with the monotony of facts. He did not succeed. No one in the class was able to focus on the rest of his comments. They had just had a bombshell dropped into the middle little discussion and it was hard to focus on anything other than the abstract image of Jennifer at her best the night before. Roland was now desperate to get to know her much better. The class ended and as they got up to leave, she muttered excuses about not being able to have coffee after all and could she take a rain check, next week perhaps- yes next week would be better. Her eyes were watery; she was not happy. She rushed out the door, the wooden heels of her clogs pounding the linoleum as she half ran down the hall. She was gone. He did not go after her. There were some straggling students ahead of Roland as he left the room. A girl asked her friend "What would you have said?" He could just barely hear her as she giggled " I'd have had to look at my watch". They both giggled. Roland was not sure if they were trying not to be overheard. It was only 10:30 AM when the Professor asked that question. What a day!When Jennifer left the class, she was almost in tears. How embarrassing! She could not believe what had just happened and she was angry; both at the professor for putting her on the spot like that and at herself for being so weak. What was she thinking. She hurried down the hall towards the exit. She needed to think, to be alone. She went to the pool. For as long as she could remember she had always been able to find succor from the trials of the world at the pool. It's luxurious waters lapping at her mind, smoothing out all care. It's warm, embryonic support acted like a salve to her soul. She headed there now. The pool was fairly empty and after changing into her suit that she kept in a locker there, she dove in and began her daily work out. At first she thought of nothing but her movements. The force of her body driving though the buoyant water, the angle of her arms as they came around for each stroke of the crawl. She concentrated on the moment and let all her tensions ease from her. She loved to swim. Her participation in the sport had been a result of that rare melding of her parents' wish that she be involved in any sort of activity and the true love she herself felt for the water; a dovetailing of desires, old and young. As a young girl, it had never been a trial for her parents to get Jennifer go to the pool. She was always eager to practice. Later, in high school, the pool had paid dividends for her that her parents had perhaps not considered. She lost her virginity early, to a fellow swimmer. If the sport required her parents to shell out thousands a year in fees to the aqua club or meant their extra involvement in the form of rides to meets and practice, it made up for these failings by providing their daughter with a string of tanned, well built, and handsome lovers she could take almost at will. A thing she did often with a legendary gusto. As her work out neared its end, she thought now about what had happened in class today. The combination of her exercise and the caressing embrace of the pool distanced her somewhat from her indignation of that episode and she was able to think more objectively about it. Still, she was deeply embarrassed. How could she face the class next Monday, or Roland, whom she had grown to like over the last few weeks, and had planned, at least, to sleep with? It had excited her when she saw him staring at her legs. She felt they were her best feature. Jennifer had that day, planned to move things along by dressing a little more interestingly than she had been doing. She had always liked Roland; from first she met him, but wasn't sure he was her type. He was more thin and lithe, handsome, but not in macho kind of way. She was used to fucking broad shouldered, tall muscular swimmers or water polo players. Roland was more of a dancer. She hadn't been sure she was into him that way. But then, as the class progressed, she had liked him more, and her misgivings gave way to growing interest. He had asked her to coffee, and it looked like things were finally moving, but then this had to happen. Damn that professor. What was he doing? He'd been interesting enough and she had liked what he had to say, but today was crazy. How could she have admitted to thirty people that she masturbated? What had possessed her? But she knew the reason. She'd begun playing with her pussy in grade school, and had always loved her body. It felt natural to make love to herself. Long before the any clumsy pubescent boyfriend had claimed her, she had staked out that territory for herself and never had felt ashamed about it. Still, she was embarrassed. It was a personal and generally taboo subject so of course she didn't want to divulge the fact, yet she somehow didn't really feel too bad about it. Her visceral reaction was negative but the more she thought about it the more she knew that she'd always tell the truth and fess up in the end. It came from having supportive parents, she mused. Her mother had caught her once in the throes of orgasm when she was 14, completely naked and thrashing about on the bed. Rather than get angry and get upset about it, her mother had smiled, closed the door and left her to her after glow. It was a potentially traumatic moment but her mother had made it all right. Later that evening, at dinner, both her parents had reassured her that it was a normal activity. She felt even more at ease, though a little perplexed, when her mother gave her a vibrator for her 16th birthday, saying in the card that she had had enough time to fully develop her finger technique and that it was time to upgrade. She felt a little weird about receiving overt approval from her parents to love herself, but she had also been overwhelmed by the respect her parents had shown her as an individual able to make choices and assert control over her own body. This had opened up whole new vistas of her orgasmic development. It was one of the single most endearing birthday gifts she had ever received and signified the love and trust in the relationship that she had with her parents. While most kids had to repress or hide their budding sexuality, hers had been a source of reaffirmation of the loving bond that she shared with them. Even now it filled her with joy to think about it. What would fill her with more joy right about now would be a long slow session with her vibe. All this thinking had made her incredibly horny. She put off further considering how her admissions today would effect her chances with Roland. She wanted to cum, badly. She promptly left the pool, showered, dressed and headed to her flat on south side. She hurried the six blocks, it was the afternoon and the weather had changed a bit for the worse. The wind had picked up and was chilly on her damp hair. Spring, even in California was still a fleeting experience in its early phases. She would be warm soon enough though, she thought. She entered her flat (an old two story Victorian which its owners barely maintained and rented out to students at great cost) dropping her bags in the hall and kicking off her shoes. She walked barefoot into the living room to find her roommate, Sabra, on the couch with her girlfriend Nita. The TV was on low but they weren't really watching it. They were kissing passionately, their clothes and hair awry. They didn't seem to notice Jennifer come in. Nita had her hand under Sabra's top, pressing her breasts and was gasping in pleasure as Sabra snaked her hand into her lover's lap. "Hey you two." Jennifer broke into their rapture. They both looked up, only mildly surprised. "I thought I'd have the place to myself. I thought you two were studying at your place Nita." Nita was a beautiful Indian woman of about 24. She was the daughter of minister in the Indian Government and she was in the states to study chemistry. Sabra had met her in lab and they had been lovers for a semester already. " I wanted to fuck Sabra so bad", she cooed in a clipped aristocratic voice, a trace of the British boarding school in her mildly accented English, "but my house mate is too uptight to stand for us lesbians and besides, she wanted to actually study, she has mid terms next week. Can you believe it? Silly bitch." Though smart, Nita was possessed with the almost provincial view, held by many of the privileged class, which compartmentalized study and kept it separate from such things as shopping, sex and dining. Hers was a world of entitlement. She would never depend on her degree to maintain her standard of living. It was therefore accorded little respect in the continuum that formed her value system. "You want to join us? " She joked. Jennifer smiled. Nita had always been making half assed passes at her, but Jenn wasn't interested and had long ago said so. Still, it didn't bother her at all. They had all masturbated in front of each other and had spent long hours talking about sex. Sabra, a fellow swimmer, was her closest friend and Nita had, by association become close to her too. They told each other every thing. "You'll never guess what happened to me today." She began, "It was too crazy." Still necking, the pair on the couch half listened as Jennifer sat opposite them in the big leather easy chair. She turned off the TV and told them what had happened earlier in class. "You didn't mention me, did you?" Sabra broke off from burying her tongue in Nita's mouth to break the narration at the point near its end. "What, are you fucking my girlfriend, Jennifer?" Nita demanded, in mock outrage. Jennifer laughed as she got up to get a beer from the kitchen. "No silly, we were seeing who could cum more times in a half hour, but I lost interest in the race after my first and wanted quality, not quantity.. But you should have seen your girl go, I think she came 4 times and they were like, wow… really intense." She was half yelling this into them from the kitchen. She came back out to see that Nita had removed her top and Sabra was helping her with the bra. "I'd like to have seen that, why didn't you call me" Nita pouted. "You had to go shopping you said" Sabra retorted. "It's not like you didn't have a choice" "Hrmpph" Nita said and the subject was dropped. They were kissing now, their tongues stretching and entwining, filling the space between their mouths. Her story had turned them on. Sabra's nipples strained at the ribbed cotton of her tank top and Nita was tugging at her own kakis, hurrying to remove them and expose her dark legs to her lover's touch. Nita was more voluptuous than Jennifer would have thought possible for a product of Vegetarian Nation, but then she did come from the privileged class. She wasn't fat, but clearly, exercise was not on Nita's long list of weekly activities. Her full breasts hung a bit without her bra and her large dark nipples were tall when aroused. She pulled off her briefs to reveal black pubes. Sabra's fingers shot to Nita's cunt, spreading the dark Labia Majora to reveal pink insides. Nita gasped and rubbed Sabra's smallish tits with her hands. Nita and Sabra had opposite body types. Sabra was tall and lanky, with sinewy, long muscles, and was flat chested with a tight stomach and somewhat bony hips. Though she was small breasted, Sabra's chest was tone and muscular. Nita's pussy hair was as raven black as her long, dark tresses but Sabra wore her mousy brown hair bobbed and although she was still wearing shorts, Jennifer knew that Sabra's pubic hair was like chocolate against her untanned belly. Jennifer had sat back down on the easy chair and sipped her beer, taking in the lust opposite her. She had planned to jill herself in her bed, with her vibe, but that would have to wait. Her wet vagina ached to be rubbed and she obliged it by pressing the base of the cold beer bottle into her clit. The cotton of her Capris spared her the sharpness of the chilled bottle but he cunt tingled with pleasure from the pressure and the dew from the bottle drenched her crotch. She took another sip and continued to watch her two friends make love. No one felt uncomfortable here. Jennifer had slept with Sabra in their freshman year. They roomed together then, on the road, with the swim team and traveling from meet to meet. Somewhere in Kansas in the cheap motels the girl teams were always forced to stay, they had gotten together. It was Jenn's first time with a girl and she had done it more for the experience, to see if that side of her existed and was alive. Sabra however, was all queer. She'd claimed to always have a thing for women and had never been with a man. It had been a boundary setting experience for Jenn for she realized that she there were indeed limits to her developing sexuality. She hadn't really felt comfortable that night though she had enjoyed it on a physical level. They had become closer friends after they slept together, but Jenn knew then that she liked boys. This didn't stop them from sharing their sex. They had a Thursday night ritual of masturbating together while they watched a porno from Sabra's collection (the result of the most recent occurrence of which was now known to her fellow anthropology students), and Jenn had watched her two friends fuck more than once before. It was hard not to, they were always going at it. Despite her realization that she wasn't a lesbian and probally not bisexual in the classic sense, she still enjoyed it when other people, including women, got off in front of her. It was as if she was glimpsing their inner selves, that time when they allowed themselves to appear vulnerable and exposed in more than just a physical way. She found this peek very erotic. Nita slid Sabra's shorts and briefs off in one gentle pull. Her maidenhead exposed fully, she spread her legs wide and drew them up and out, placing one leg on the couch back and one on the coffee table. She leaned back and drew down Nita whose fingers traced a line down her lover's chest, between her breasts and across the firmness of her abs. She teased Sabra's stomach, just above the line of dark curly pubic hair. Sabra arched her back, thrusting her breasts up for Nita, who began to tenderly suckle them while her hand probed at the other's pussy, inserting her forefinger into her cunt and pressing her clit with her thumb. Jennifer was no longer content to merely watch. Her friends were both nude now. Since Jennifer had just come from the pool and had planned to strip soon as she got home, she hadn't really dressed completely. She now merely had to remove her fleece top and her thin cotton pants to join them. She had worn no undergarments. Nita and Sabra broke stride a moment to observe her as she slid the elastic waistband of her Capri pants down her strong hips to reveal a ginger snatch. Next she lifted her arms above her to remove her top. Pert, creamy white tits bounced out, nipples hard, and stark against the remnants of last season's tan. Jennifer's legs were strong. Her quads were thick with the smooth muscles of a swimmer. A supple layer of smooth flesh covered them, but they were firm beneath. Her tummy was flat but also not taunt, as was Sabra's hard stomach. A thin line - a mere trace of a wisp- of red pubic hair reached up to her belly button. Her smooth, manicured feet rested on the ottoman as she sat back in the easy chair and spread wide her legs, exposing her cunt to their greedy gazes. "I am so jealous that Sabra has tasted you." Nita quipped, and Sabra chimed in, "I thought you were never going to join us." Jennifer smiled, said, "You know me better, pray continue, ladies." The pair on the couch needed no further encouragement. Nita began kissing Sabra's breasts again, alternating between each nipple, circling along the areola with a wet, sloppy tongue. Sabra sighed deeply and then more in earnest as the other began to tenderly move her tongue down her chest and stomach, ending up close to her vagina. She gave Sabra a couple of tentative probings with her glistening tongue but found that her position on the couch was ill suited for what she wanted to do next. Breaking off she got up from the couch, placed a pair of largish pillows on the floor and spied about for something more. Jennifer had already begun to slowly circle her own clit with her two fore fingers and had just noticed a Sunbeam Magic Wand under the coffee table. She was about to get up to retrieve it when Nita stooped gracefully, her breasts bouncing with the movement, picked it up and then turned back to the supine Sabra. Jennifer thought that Nita was going to work Sabra with the large vibrator but then saw that she intended something quite different. She placed it on the top of pillow and then knelt down astride it, positioning her own dark mound on top of the Wand. She reached down, turned it on to low and then, satisfied with her own comfort returned to girlfriend's pussy. She slid her hands up and down Sabra's legs and then slid them up and under her hamstrings and clutched at her ass cheeks. She bent down, her long hair falling forward and began to tongue Sabra's wet, pink flower. While she did this she rocked back and forth along the vibe, pressing her vagina onto its hard buzzing surface. It's high-pitched whirl, partly smothered by her motion, hummed in oscillating pitch Jennifer thought that the Sunbeam trick looked pretty cool and made a mental note to try it later. For some time she watched them, taking in their lust. She ran her hand along her own stomach, down past her pussy to her thighs and pressed her muscles there. She grew more relaxed, her breathing short. Nita was gently licking Sabra's inner vaginal lips, her tongue darting, flicking upwards. Sabra pressed herself harder into the couch and slow, meandering sighs escaped from her mouth. One hand had grabbed at Nita's long hair, close to the scalp while with her other; she rubbed her own breasts, caressing them. Nita sat astride her impromptu seat and Jennifer could tell the low hum of the vibe was beginning to have an effect on her. Jennifer now began to rub her breasts too, copying Sabra. Where as her friend caressed, Jennifer loved to have her nipples tweaked. She could cum by this activity alone on occasion, if the stars were all in alignment, but she had not yet hardwired that route to orgasm into her body, and even then, she loved her pussy more. She loved the softness of it, it's wetness, the sound it made when she massaged it, a slight fwapping sound that she couldn't really articulate. She rolled both nipples now between her fingers, tugging slightly, then releasing, then twisting then rolling again. Delicious feelings emanated from somewhere inside her and she squirmed in response, letting the charged energy take control of her limbs. She sighed deeply and glanced back at her two friends. Nita was teasing Sabra with her tongue by avoiding all together her friend's clit. It was as if she was a cat, lapping at the dish, her tongue probed as far as she could plunge it. Her nose was buried in Sabra's cunt. She was breathing hard, almost smothered in the folds of her labia as she drank and breathed in the taste and smells of her sex. Sabra responded by pressing her self into her lover's face, as though willing her to attack her clit. Jenn knew from experience that Sabra liked her clit sucked. Nita knew this too but wasn't giving in. Personally Jennifer couldn't stand do have her clit sucked directly, it was too intense, but stimulation to Sabra was like a hot curry. She liked it at the maximum. Jenn moved her right hand down to her mound. She felt it tentatively, probing. It was very wet. She felt the folds of the lips, the crease of her clitoral hood. The inserted her index finger just inside the vaginal opening and followed its edge around her pussy. "Mmmmm" she breathed. Her breathing quickened and she began to rock her hips in the chair. Her bent knees swayed back and forth, towards away from each other as her body picked up momentum and she pushed her first two fingers into her cunt, and let the rocking of her body create the friction as she held her fingers rigid inside of her. With each oscillation of her hips, she pushed deeply. She picked up the pace and found that favored rhythm. She was no longer watching the other two. She had closed her eyes and was lost in fantasy. She did not see Nita finally give in to Sabra and begin greedily lick and suck her clitoris. Nita's own orgasm had been fast developing but she had lightened and increased the pressure to extend her release and increase her own pleasure. Her body moved back and forth across the vibe and she was moaning loudly now as she lapped at Sabra's snatch. The drone of the Wand changing pitch with greater and greater frequency. Her big breasts bounced and her fleshy stomach undulated with each breath. She was about to be rocked and so, possessed by the moment was clamping down of Sabra's clit. Practically pulling at her the little knob with the pressure of her mouth. Sucking hard. Sabra was writhing madly on the couch now. Her hips bucked and her breathing was fast. She was muttering "oh …oh.fuck…Nita..oh that's it, suck me hard, harder ohhhh" Her back arched and her feet clenched. Her fists balled tightly and she held the back of her forearm over her brow and pressed. Jenn broke out of her fantasy of Roland to see this moment and was near overwhelmed by it. Just then Nita finally came. The waves of it took her. She dug her long nails into the flesh and muscle of Sabra's ass, grabbing hard, locked in a death knell grip. Any hindrance, any fleeting impediment to Sabra's orgasm, which she had been lingering on the doorstep of for a minute now, was shattered, gone. She violently slammed up and down on the couch. Her body twisted and wrenched away from Nita's grasp, as even for her the pleasure was too much. Her mouth was twisted and low heavy panting sounds came from her, but she could not speak. She collapsed back into the couch, absolutely breathless. Nita rose from her cushion and fell on top of her lover, who immediately began to devour her with kisses and press her body to her. They French kissed and enjoyed each other's after glow. Sweat glistened on their bodies and they were both out of breath. The vibe hummed, loud, lonely now on it's perch on the floor. Then as if one they both turned and watched Jennifer masturbate. Watching their orgasms unfold as she had, riding the crest of her own mounting pleasure, Jennifer had come to the brink now. She had increased her pace to match the frenzy on the couch and drover herself higher and higher. She pressed her fingers deep into her vagina. Her other hand came down now to her clit and she began to rub either side of it. Her nipples were stiff, erect, the goose bumps on her breasts visible to the others. They watched her work herself frenetically, two handed, and her movements held them spellbound. Now, at last, she came, tensing hard and then slamming her knees together while lifting her feet off the ottoman, toes pointed, spasms washing over her. Finally she collapsed in a heap in the easy chair. She never spoke, she never did-that was not her way, but her breaths were harsh and very audible to the others. . Slowly she withdrew her fingers from her cunt. A slight suction sound met their ears she did this. She brought her fingers to her lips and licked them hungrily. Tiny quivers, involuntary spasms, shook her for some time. Minutes washed by and no one spoke. Finally she got up, gathered her clothes and her half-drunk beer and headed to her room. They smiled as she left and then lay back on the couch to begin again. Jennifer would continue as well, but there was a time and a place to be alone and that time was now.