The Big Tease
First Kindle Edition: May 2015
Story: 11,555 words, 22 pages
A college prank gone astray has two of the hottest women on campus looking for revenge. Dirk finds himself in the middle of the action, literally, and swept up in a crazy, sexy, extreme payback. The only real question is if the pranks on him!
Warnings: This story contains teasing, wild accidental exhibitionist sex, and blowjobs so good you could write a college thesis on them. Not to mention deflowering the hottest woman on campus.
FMF, First Time, Oral, Exhibitionist
I felt a little odd about entering the co-ed bathroom area. The wet room where you could rinse off the worst of your grime, the sauna and the plunge pool were all co-ed, with doors leading off to the separate men’s and ladies shower areas. A big sign overhead read “NO NUDITY”, and appeared to be adhered to, for the most part.
Which was damned good for a bunch of 18-22 year olds who were on their own for the first time in their lives.
The wet room was entered through a common entry, with a student guard tasked with checking ID’s. The pool and the field-house both fed into the check-through point, which could also be accessed from outdoors.
I’d completed my 10k run, but the unexpected downpour muddied the trails badly, and I was splattered up to my waist in grime. In spite of the condition, I was feeling good. It was the first easy run I’d had in a while, and the miles seemed to strip away the stress and pain of the last few months, leaving me refreshed, and cautiously optimistic. The rain helped to cleanse my soul, and slough off some of the resentment I’d been harboring.
I’d stayed on the plastic runner through the commons, stepping under one of the open showers fully dressed, sluicing off the worst of the mess. I didn’t even bother closing the curtain.
The wet room was only about half-full, but I knew that would be short lived. The level of noise spilling out of the lady’s locker area indicated a full house, and I’d seen an army of grubby, rain splattered men headed this way from the outside field. I’d barely beat the crowd. Glancing around I saw a few co-eds rinsing off, a couple in swimsuits, and one in running gear. I’ll say one thing: the girls in this place were a giant step up in the looks department.
New to the campus, and having been without female company for several weeks, I was horny and frustrated. I tore my gaze away, not wanting to drive myself any crazier. And I didn’t need to be sporting a hard-on in the open area.
Stepping out of the shower, I quickly stripped off my outer clothing, until I stood in only my jockey’s, wringing out my running gear. The new arrivals were pouring in, and I managed to slip back into my shower stall, one of only six on that side of the room, inches ahead of a truly stunningly filthy guy.
“Hey! That’s my shower,” the mud-creature announced loudly.
“Just a sec, Ok? I was here first and I’m almost done,” I said. Reasonably, I thought.
“Fuck, I need it worse,” he growled. “You’re already clean.”
I guess I could have been more accommodating, but I didn’t feel the need. “Almost done. Take it easy.”
The lines were forming at each shower, almost three deep now, and the mysterious mud-man turned and stomped off, cursing. I kept an eye open for trouble, never trusting strange males in packs, and watched the filthy fellow saying something to one of the girls across the way. She seemed to argue with him for a second before acknowledging his pointing me out. As she sauntered my way, I saw Mr. McFilthy approach the lady’s locker entrance and call out to another hottie.
The gorgeous young lady approached my shower, without comment, stepped into the entrance and lifted up a bottle of shampoo, with the apparent intent of squirting me with it. As fun as it sounded, I wasn’t playing along. I grabbed her wrist as she held it up, and turned the bottle around.
“You wouldn’t!” the girl said, surprised.
As beautiful as she was, I imagine most guys let her get away with murder. I raised my eyebrows, and squirted her fabulous bikini clad body thoroughly, getting a chuckling response from those standing nearby. I soaked her thoroughly from head to toe while she struggled against my hand, thrashing about. She’d be rinsing off for a while.
Just then a smoking hot blonde wearing only a towel appeared beside me. She was wielding a lipstick container, and painting her lips bright red. “Is that any way to treat a lady?” she asked pouting, nodding toward her friend. “We only wanted to help.”
She reached up with that lipstick in her hand. I wasn’t sure of her intent, but ‘help’ didn’t seem likely. Still holding the first girl’s wrist, I grabbed the new beauty by the makeup wielding hand twisted it and turned, dragging the first girl under the shower and the new girl into the back of the small cramped space. The water sprayed on her towel, and the added water weight dragged the cloth to the ground, leaving her standing in her panties. She had absolutely perfect breasts.
“Hey! Careful, I just dried my hair!” she snapped, backing up and swinging at me with her free hand. She hit like a girl. The brunette was trying to wash off the majority of the shampoo, while she was under the running water.
“Damn, ladies! What’s the deal? All this because I beat some guy to the shower?”
The blonde stopped struggling, staring at me hard. “You did what?”
“I got to the shower first. It’s the way of the world, right? First come first served. Second is the first loser and all.”
The brunette tugged her hand away viciously, and used both hands to continue rinsing herself. As irritated as she may have been getting covered in shampoo, I could tell she was seriously pissed off now. “Fuck Alan. I should have known,” she said.
“Known what?” I glanced back and forth between the two beauties, my eyes straying longer than necessary on the blonde’s bodacious ta-tas. I finally released her weapon hand, but she seemed oblivious to it. The look on her face could have melted titanium. Things were not looking good for your truly.
“BT. The Big Tease. It’s a little sister thing. But it’s only supposed to be for big stuff, you know? Dogging some guy’s chick, stuff like that.” The brunette appeared beyond irritated.
“He is such an ass, Linda. I can’t believe we went along,” the blonde griped, snatching the shower curtain closed, ruining the show for those outside.
Things were looking up. Two half-naked women in the shower with me behind a closed curtain. I didn’t care how they got there. It didn’t matter how angry they were. They were there with me, and that’s all that mattered.
“And the Big Tease?” I asked.
The brunette turned down the shower level. “You know, tease some guy, get him all worked up, then hammer him down. You tell him, Eve.”
“Like I give you a big hug, but I’m secretly writing something on your back, like ‘GAY’, or ‘ASSHOLE’. Pretend like you’re going to get a kiss, and pull away at the last moment.”
“And that’s if we’re taking it easy. We might take you back to our place, get you undressed, and then run you out of there to march home naked for the whole quad,” Linda explained.
“Wanna get him back?” I asked.
“Fuck yeah, he’s such a loser. I can’t believe they even let him join,” Eve growled.
“Le-gacy,” Linda answered sing-song.
I turned off the shower completely, took the lipstick from Eve, and painted up her lips, and then Linda’s. I then leaned my cheek over for a kiss, and she got the idea. In less time than it takes to tell, I had kiss marks all over my face, neck and chest. I took the lipstick, and feeling daring, I leaned down and painted a pair of lips on Eve’s left tit about an inch above her nipple.
“That looks so fake,” Linda said. She took the lipstick from me, and redid her lips, then she planted half a dozen lipstick marks on Eve’s chest, the last one’s carefully surrounding each hard nipple. “That’s better,” she announced with a grin.
Jesus, this was getting better by the minute.
“Better but not complete,” Eve answered, retrieving her lipstick. She painted her mouth again, leaned in and slid Linda’s bikini top down and off of her chest. She then placed a number of kiss marks on the brunette’s quite substantial assets. Once more the nipples were not ignored.
“You girls are bad,” I laughed softly. Two girls. Four bare breasts. Could it get any better?
“You started it,” Linda reminded me. Then she leaned over at the waist, pulled the top of my underwear down and inch, and planted a few last kisses right at the waistline. Not to be outdone, Eve dropped down to her knees and carefully left three extremely clear lip impressions on my white Jockey’s, two of them clearly on my aching erection.
She stood, wrapped her soaked towel around her waist, and threw open the shower curtain. We must have had an audience of a dozen or more. The girls threw their hair back and marched proudly off to their locker room. At the last second Linda turned around. “Hey, what’s your name?”
“Dirk,” I answered. “Dirk Davidson”
“See you later Dirk, and thanks, that was fun,” she said turning and putting her arm around Eve’s waist, before strolling away.
There was an explosion of noise following their leaving, and I was definitely at the center of it. I was worried I might get my ass kicked, but it turned out for the best. Everyone was cleaned up except for the original instigator who was being berated by some of his bros for abusing the system. Other guys were talking about the amazing sight they’d seen, while a few were actually talking to me, trying to get the scoop.
I played dumb. “Fuck if I know what’s going on, one minute I’m cleaning up, and the next I’m in the middle of a lezbo-porn movie scene. God is good.”