Kathryn doesn't want to be blind again right now...

Bryan shakes his head, “If you want to, its alright. I want to drink a little more. How about you Kate?”

“I really don’t feel like being blind again so soon. And the penlight you have would give us away.” Kathryn says, shaking her head.

Jasmine nods, “Spoil sports. Be back in a bit.”

After she leaves Bryan steps over to the cabinet and selects the Captain Morgan. From this angle he sees a small cooler next to the couch. Opening the cooler he spots some Coca Cola in it. Bryan fishes out a can and moves back to the cabinet continuing his drink preparation.

After the Rum and Coke’s are complete he turn to see Kathryn on the couch, her legs crossed. Her skirt rode up a bit, and you swear you see blue panties. He moves over to the couch and hands her the drink, “I didn’t make yours as strong. Since you are used to the chick drinks.” Bryan says with a wink.

Kathryn accepts the drink with a wide smile, “Thank you. What a day, huh?”

“Definitely. I didn’t plan on getting sucked off by a red head and then meeting a gorgeous brunette. Not that I‘m complaining of course, but it was a little surprising.” Bryan says as he sits on the couch next to her.

Kathryn blushes, “You really think I’m gorgeous?”

“Yeah, nobody’s ever told you that?” Bryan asks surprised. Everyone must have been blind where she came from.

“I mean they said stuff, sure. But most guys, as soon as the sun set, or the lights went out, were put off that I couldn’t see them. Two of them actually ditched me in the dark. Bastards.”

“You didn’t seem too put off when you went down on the ground.” Bryan says after a sip of the Rum & Coke.

“Well, no. Like I said I wanted to kiss you the moment you walked out of the dorm. I…I just felt an instant connection. I can’t explain it.”

Bryan slides a bit closer, and he is rewarded by seeing her blush a bit and try and cover it with a sip of the drink. Off in the distance they hear another BOO, followed by a HOLY SHIT, and laughing.

Kathryn giggles, “She got’em.”

Bryan moves his face close to hers and pause an inch from her face. Bryan wants to kiss her, but wants to make sure she wants it. She looks into his eyes, and bites her lips, and then moves closer herself. Their lips meet tenderly at first, but then she gets a bit more aggressive, moaning into the kiss. Bryan feels her lift off the couch and get on her knees, never breaking the long kiss. A second later she’s straddling him, kissing with one hand on his face caressing his cheek. Bryan's hands roam her sides, gently pulling on her blue shirt on the upswing, gradually pulling it out of her skirt.

She breaks the kiss, breathing heavily, “Bryan. I-I want to give you my virginity. Just not here. The housing office said my room mate won’t be here until tomorrow. After this…want to go back to my room?”

“Are you sure? I mean you just met me.”

“And you accepted me out of hand. Reassured me when I was feeling depressed about not being able to see.” Her face is still near his and her breath caresses his lips. “E-even if we don’t work out-I want my first time going all the way with someone to be special. And I think with you it will be…”

“Man! Why am I always interrupting you two?” They hear Jasmine’s voice from their left.

“Bad timing," Bryan says looking over. They see Jasmine standing there with two other females. One a blond and another with a very dark black hair. He figures the raven haired girl is a goth chick, she has black eyeliner, and black nails polish. The blond is practically the stereotypical cheerleader type. The blond is smiling at the two of them, while the Goth girl is looking at you sullenly, as though a smile would crack her face. The goth looks at the cheerleader girl, “I thought you said this was a chick hang out, Carrie.”

“Never said that Becca. Never said that. I said this was a cool hangout for people like us.”

Becca frowns, “But he’s a guy. He’s not a lesbian.”

Carrie raises an eyebrow, “I’m not a lesbian. Neither is Jasmine.”

Jasmine nods, “I’m totally Bi. Fifty fifty. Carrie here is mostly straight. I guess you may call her a LUG, perhaps. But if she has a chance at a guy, she‘s going to take it.”

Becca at the two on the couch, “And you two?”

“I’m straight.” Bryan says, continuing his ministrations up and down Kathryn’s sides. Her shirt is out of her skirt by now, and he is gliding along her skin.

Kathryn moans at the feeling of Bryan's hands on her bare flesh, “I’m straight too,” She says, “though I was curious until a couple hours ago.”

Jasmine frowns, “Not anymore? Was it that bad?”

Kathryn shakes her head, “No. I mean it felt good and all, but…”

Jasmine shakes her head, “No buts. If it felt good, then why deny yourself? I’m not saying you have to do it on a regular basis, but…pleasure is pleasure.”

Carrie turns to Becca, “And that goes for you too. If you don’t want to, we’ll respect that of course. But you can’t knock it until you try it. Okay.”

“But guys are pigs. My mom always complained about it, especially after dad left for that other chick. And she wasn’t even prettier than mom!” Becca says.

Bryan feels a little slighted here, “Not all guys are like that. I’m not.”

Kathryn lowers her head to his neck, kissing from his shoulder up to Bryan's ear. “I had that feeling about you too.” She says before taking his earlobe into her mouth, gently nibbling on it.

Jasmine nods, “Generalizations are not a good way to base a way of life on.”

Kathryn lowers her head on to Bryan's shoulder, licking at your neck, the feeling causing your already hard cock to jump in your pants. She giggles, “Oh, you liked that, huh?”

“Yeah…a lot. We’re going to have to stop or I’m libel to just tear into you right now.”

“I don’t want to be torn into. I want it slow and sweet. Getting torn into can happen later.”

“Wow, you picked a good pair this time Jasmine. They’re all over each other. Last year you picked two religious nuts and we almost had our cover blown. Good thing they went to Dean Witherson and not Dean Appleton.”

Jasmine nods, “They were good kids. I just went about it wrong. I modified my selection process this year. They both passed the, ah, oral exam.”

Becca inhales sharply, “They got an oral exam? Man that sucks. I haven’t orgasmed in weeks. Why didn’t…”

Carrie shrugs, “Didn’t know she was going to do that. Usually we just use the ‘tour’ excuse.”

Kathryn grinds on his hard cock, “I want you inside me…let’s go back to my room.”