Out here at “beautiful” Pebble Creek U. (a.k.a. the State U. of New York at Stony Brook, home of mud and fluffies), we have a fairly active science fiction club, the Science Fiction Forum.

Now, in addition to the standard library and games and MUDding and whatnot, we have some pretty wild people. Most of them are “active” fen (as in, go to cons, filk in their spare time, do weird murals on their dorm walls type of fen).

We tend to kinda sorta live in the Forum library, and even the fringies and Significant Others can be found here during various times of the day. In fact, there are a few other Forumites and pseudo-Forumites floating around at all hours. I say pseudo because, although they aren’t strictly Forum (many of them, in fact, have no interest in science fiction at all), they’re here an awful lot. And quite a fair number of them, such as myself, never really leave.

We take classes just for the hell of it, or (worse yet) go on to do grad work just so we have an excuse to head out to the Brook long after we’ve pulled down our degrees. Naturally, you can end up with friends in all age groups (our oldest active member is 40, our youngest is about 17; for a reference point, I’m 28).

One of my younger friends amongst the Forumites is a girl named Holly. She’s a short girl, really pretty, with long dark hair and large, wobbly tits. Holly was born years late; she should have been a 60’s flower child. I mean, she’s really a sweet kid, and probably one of the nicest people I know, but she’s really flaky at times.

Be that as it may, she and I (and a few others) hang out on a reasonably regular basis, mainly to hit the Thursday night parties around the campus. Thursday nights are a popular party night, because lots of people go home for the weekend, mainly on the 4:18 “cattle car” that the Silver Snail runs out of Stony Brook Station.

As on most campuses, lots of the best parties happen right after midterms are over. People need to let off steam, especially the ones with real sweat courses like physics and orgo. As a result, there is the “Post Midterm Party Syndrome.”

The parties can get wild. Even before the parties, things can get going. Now, I knew how good it could be from my undergraduate daze, but this past semester’s experiences put those to shame (and made me proud that the Babbling Brookies still rule the party sector).

I had popped by Holly’s suite for the regular Thursday night party run. It was still pretty early, so I wasn’t actually expecting anyone to be there, but I was in the area (and it was on the way to Station Pizza, the best pizza there is, bar none), so what the hell, right? When I tried the knob, the door was open, so I strode right in.

There didn’t seem to be anyone home, even after I waited around for a good five minutes, so I picked up a piece of paper and a pencil and wrote a quick note saying that I was there and would be back in an hour or so. I was about to tape it to her bedroom door when I heard faint and clearly ecstatic moaning on the other side. I could never pass up an opportunity to peek, sleaze that I am, so I tried the door. It was unlocked, so I opened it as quietly as I could and went in.

What a sight for a healthy and horny heterosexual male! Holly was naked on the bed with her friend Cindi, another regular in the party crew. Cindi is one of the pseudies that hang out at Forum. She’s got a really hot body, not as “top heavy” as Holly, but really nicely rounded (I prefer women with smaller tits, myself, unless I’m sliding my prick between them), and with bright (naturally) red hair. Now, Cindi’s hobby is sex, and she’s good at it.

I speak from personal experience on this -- Cindi and I had done it once or twice (well, maybe more than that!) on differing occasions (usually after or during parties), and usually in fairly public places. Cindi really gets off on the possibility of getting caught; she once got under the table at the terminal room and gave me a blow job while I was checking my net.mail!

Anyway, the two of them were sixty-nining away, and were too engrossed in each other’s pussies to notice me. The sight of those two attractive young women licking away at each other had my cock standing at attention in no time.

Cindi was on the bottom, with her head towards me. As I watched in an ever-growing state of arousal, she tugged and massaged on Holly’s pussy lips as she wiggled her tongue over that tiny, tart love-button. Cindi slipped a few fingers into Holly’s snatch and began to slide them in and out. I heard faint squelching noises as Holly’s hot box opened and closed around Cindi’s hand, coating it with her sweet cream.

Holly started rubbing her bush over Cindi’s quivering tongue urgently. She was clearly very close to cumming. Cindi started licking faster, and plunged her fingers deeper into Holly’s twat. I watched Holly’s asshole pucker and unpucker every time Cindi licked up and down her slit. Holly reached around with one hand and started to rub her own ass cheeks. She tugged, kneaded, and massaged them until they were red and splotchy from her hand marks.

Almost unconsciously, I opened up my jeans and pulled out my cock and began to rub it. Holly’s butt was smooth and pale, and the way she was playing with it was really turning me on. I stood there, jerking off as the two of them ate each other.

Holly threw her head back, spilling her long hair across her back. She bit her lower lip and tried to grind her cunt into Cindi’s face. A stifled shriek forced its way out of her mouth as she came all over Cindi’s face and hand. Her entire body stiffened and quivered.

When the waves of orgasm had passed, Holly bent back to licking Cindi’s snatch. Cindi lowered her head and slowed down. She was clearly enjoying herself (and enjoying Holly!:{) ). I walked a little closer, still stroking my prick. Holly’s ass and cunt were sticking out, and I really couldn’t take the sight any more without some kind of release.

I went over to the bed and rubbed the head of my cock up and down the length of Holly’s slit. Her juices made it smooth and wonderful. Cindi, who realized what was going on long before Holly did, grabbed my rod and guided it into Holly’s juicy twat.

I guess Holly was too caught up in the sex to really notice. But she started fucking me enthusiastically all the same. She moved her body back and forth, sliding her dripping box over my rigid pole. Cindi really got into it. She lifted her head up and, every time my dick slid in and out of Holly’s cunt, ran her tongue along it to lick Holly’s cum from it, so that I was simultaneously screwing Holly and getting a blow job from Cindi.