Downstairs

"Kleo, where you been? And what happened to Amy? She was right behind you?" Guy asked. "You're my dates, I look a bit sad all by myself down here, ya know?" He chuckled. He was hanging out by a hallway entrance, flanked by two freshmen, a big guy in a caveman costume, and a lanky fellow in a fedora with a whip. Wendell had finally found him, and as he walked up to Guy, the jock in sunglasses threw an arm around him. For moment, Wendell felt a bit strange being so close to the man, but he remembered his goal and played along.

"Amy? Lost track of her. She's here somewhere."

So a cat named Amy, and my name is Kleo. Got it.

"So, like I was saying," Guy continued to the other two men, "in the basement of Jameson hall, is a utility tunnel. And that tunnel, I shit you not, leads all the way to the gym. And there are maintenance hatches that open up...", he paused for effect, "right into the walls, behind the women's showers, and you can see...everything from there."

"Bullshit!" The Fedora student said.

"It is not! I've been there myself," replied Guy.

"Quit lying, we're not falling for that," the caveman said rolling his eyes.

"I'm not lyin'. I even brought Kleo here. She enjoys a good peep show just like everybody else. Right Kleo?" Guy looked to Wendell expectantly.

Another prank. Well, I've got a real good one in store for you tonight.

"Totally. I've been there," Wendell comitted to the bit.

"Yeah, whatever....I don't buy it."

"Suit yourself. Kleo, lets go fetch Amy. My other arm is gettin' cold." With that, Guy led Wendell away and began to laugh to himself.

"So," Wendell started, "what's really under Jameson hall?"

"A couple hundred feet of waterlines and a shit load of doors." He answered looking to Kleo's face. "Those two horny idiots will probaby open about half of 'em before they figure out nothin's there. Still, a snipe hunt is just part of the college experience. It'll give 'em a good story to tell."

HA-HA...just you wait. You're gonna have a story you'll do anything to HIDE in a bit.

After a bit of looking for Amy, the pair ended up in the living room by the base of the stairs.

"Where is that girl? It really hurts my look when I get ditched like this."

I get the feeling this was gonna happen with or without my intervention. They were getting awfully friendly upstairs without him.

Looking up the stairs, Wendell felt it was the perfect time to make his move. "Guy," he said in his best sultry voice, "we don't really need Amy for what I have in mind." He got close to Guy's ear so as not to shout over the music. "It's way more private upstairs," he whispered.

With a last vain look around to find Amy, Guy replied, "Alright, baby. I don't really see a need to slow down on Amy's account."

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In the bedroom, the blandly painted walls dulled the music to a just a hum. Guy was led inside by his Kleo's rosy hand. He watched her close the door, and lock it with a click. He reached up to take off his shades.

I've got you now.

"Oh no, big boy, the shades stay ON."

With a faint chuckle and a very pleased look, Guy left them on and moved up to Wendell. He put his arms around Kleo's waist and moved in for a kiss. A little wet and excited, Wendell actually threw his arms around Guy's neck and made out with him for a moment. His breath wasn't all that bad, and the tongue play was sparse. Guy removed his hands to start taking off his jacket, the same one he'd been wearing all day, and that was when Wendell stopped him. He gripped the collar and pulled it back up over Guy's.

Not tonight you cocky jerk.

"Oh not...just...yet," Wendell looking slightly up into Guy's eyes. "Go over to the bed." Guy hesitated, looking from the bed behind him, to Kleo's bustier and then to her eyes. "Go on," Wendell urged, and the excited man went and sat on the edge of the bed. He sat there fully dressed and looking right at Wendell.

"So-" Guy started.

"Shhhh," Wendell silenced him, and he began to unzip his boots. He kicked both of them off toward's Guy with a devilish grin, and then put his thumbs in the waist band of his leggings. He eased them down giving just a peak at the very top of Kleo's thong from the front, and then turned around to give Guy a full view of her behind. He started pushing the leggings all the way past her ass, and down to her knees and, with a look back, could see that guy had lost his dumb smirk and now took heavy breaths, looking on intently. Wendell slipped off the leggings over his feet and this left him in just the bustier, thong, and devil horns. Finally he flipped around.

"You are a naughty, bad boy, aren't you?" Wendell said in Kleo's voice, "and bad boys need to be punished."

Guy let out a short breath and through a renewed smirk said, "You're pretty freaky Kleo. I'll bite, what's the devil got in store for me?"

"You're gonna have to lick...fire," Wendell pulled aside the thong, showing off Kleo's bright red landing strip. This made Guy lose his smirk once more and Wendell was almost sure he went bug-eyed, but it was hard to tell with the Sunglasses. Guy just sat there. Wendell glared at him. "What are you waiting for? Come here," he said with a beckoning finger.

"Heh, ok. I can do a little work." Guy tried to play it cool once more and stood up to walk over.

"Wrong!" Wendell said, "Crawl over! hands and knees."

Guy was clearly unsure of what to make of this sudden, forcefull and unusual suggestion, but a quick show of spreading Kleo's pussy was all it took to motivate him. Guy got on all fours and crawled to Wendell's feet. With his fists on his hips and looking down at blonde jock on knees, a profound sense of power blew over Wendell.

Like...a...GOD! Well...goddess I guess in this scenario. Now I think I understand women a bit better now.

He pushed out one of Kleo's feet, and said, "kiss it!"

"Kleo, I don't...I'm not-" Guy started.

"Not interested in getting laid tonight?"

"No, I-"

"Then, kiss it!" With a sigh, Guy gave the big toe a gentle peck. "Good boy," Wendell followed.

Holy shit. He's not gonna do everything, but he's gonna do a lot.

"Put your face...up here," Wendell told Guy as he pulled the thong aside again. Guy leaned in, and with his other hand, Wendell gripped the back of Guy's blonde-haired head and pushed his face in. Guy began to let out a harsh breath, but too late, his mouth was now planted between Kleo's lips.

Ooh. Even just a little wiggling isn't bad.

Guy resisted a bit, but then began to lick about Kleo's hole. His tongue was totally chaotic. He hadn't had much practice at this clearly. With a coarse readjustment of his head, Wendell pushed him up higher onto his clit, and a soft moan involuntarily left Kleo's mouth. The lapping of the tongue on Kleo's clit was perhaps better than his hand had been on Stacy's clit. He let go of the thong now that the side of Guy's face could keep it over, and raised a had to his breast. He pushed his fingers just under the bustier, and he started squeezing and tugging and pinching the nipple of his c-cup without even looking at guy, and then he became aware of what he was doing.

It was now less that Guy was licking him, and more that he was grinding his crotch into the man's face. Looking down at the blonde hair and the sunglasses being jostled about, he felt a wonderful, rising pleasure and thought:

I don't see he him leaving. Why stop?

He began to grind harder, rubbing his clit all over Guy's face, smearing the lube leaking out of him all over. Eventually, he stopped working his tits, to put both hands on Guy and truly began to fuck his face. The sound of wet clicking grew louder and louder with each pump of his hips. Finally, gripping to fistfulls of Guy's hair tightly, and pulling his face in as far as it could go-

"Yes, Yes, YES, YES, YESSSS! Fuck!" For the third time today, he orgasmed. His knees bent, and shook, he had pushed Guy so close his sunglasses had been pushed up on his forehead. With a look down to Guy, he let go of the hair. Guy flopped back, his glasses falling diagonally across his face, only covering one eye now.

*Cough* "Damn, that was kinda rough girl. Not that I wanna...complain about...pleasing a woman." Guy said between a few breaths.

"Shut up," Wendell said in a post-orgasm glow. He reached down wiped a couple fingers up Guy's cheek, getting some of the fluid off his face, and stuck them in his mouth. He did this making sure Guy could see it.

Ohh, Kleo tastes good.

"Get your ass back on that bed," Wendell said with a post-climax confidence that Guy seemed to respond to. As Guy climbed to his feet, Wendell played with his tits, pressing his cleavage together in his bustier. Then when Guy turned away to walk to the bed, Wendell slapped his ass with a clear dulled thud on the denim. This made the jock jump, but he continued to the bed.

"Do they make all you like this at beauty school?"

"Oh no. Just me."

Just me...Well actually Amy could be like this too...

With Guy on the bed, Wendell got a great idea. "Guy, reach under that bed. There's something I want you to put on."

"Uh..." He hesitated, but the clear strain on his jeans seem to override any reservations he may have had, and he reached under the bed.