The Spice of Life (The Transformation #1) (16 page)

“Really?” she asked. “No hook ups?” She found it hard to believe that someone as sexy as Jake wouldn’t have fooled around with a lot of women.

“No. Not even once.

However, I was fortunate in that I was living in the dorm with mostly juniors and seniors, and they would take me to more ‘adult’ parties. Those parties were a lot more structured; there would be no more than 20 or 30 people, with an equal ratio of men to women. The idea was that everybody would be able to hook up by the end of the evening.  My shyness still held me back though. I was intimidated by the older girls. Because I was a freshman, there was a maturity gap with these girls who were two or three years my senior, and I didn’t know how to approach or speak to girls in general, much less those who were older and more sophisticated.

However, as fate would have it, it was at one of these parties full of older people that I had my first real experience interacting sexually with a woman. I was at a party hosted by a junior and I was sitting on a loveseat against one wall of the room. The hosts had created a drink called the “Hell in a Melon.” It was one of those creative, sugar-filled inventions that only college-aged kids could come up with. Basically, the hosts took a watermelon, cut it in half, hollowed it out, and then filled it with a mixture of blueberry Kool-Aid and grain alcohol. I was a complete light-weight at that time and wasn’t really aware of the potency of the grain alcohol. The drink was actually pretty good, like a tasty and potent fruit punch. I drank two or three glasses of it and just sat there on the loveseat and got really, really, really buzzed.

“Did anyone catch your eye there? Any women?” Kelli asked.

Oh yes. There was a Latina girl who really caught my eye; she was outgoing, talking to everyone around her, and very pretty, with amazing eyes. At one point, I asked someone who she was and was told that this was her house and that she was the hostess. I also remember noticing her full breasts and hips, lusting for her, and feeling my penis get stiff inside my jeans. As I got more intoxicated, I remember noticing everyone around me hooking up and disappearing two by two.

My eyes were opening and closing intermittently; at one point, I opened my eyes and this Asian girl was sitting next to me. I would talk to her a little bit, pass out for a while, and then she would say something else and I’d open my eyes again. I really tried to maintain a conversation with her. I also thought that she was playing with me at one point because I’d be talking to her and she’d be sitting on my right side. Then I’d close my eyes and the next thing I knew I was talking to her again and she was on my left side. I remember wondering if she was taking advantage of me or just messing with me psychologically, and thinking,
‘What the fuck is going on here? Why is she constantly switching sides?”’

“That does sound confusing. What were the two of you talking about? Did you talk about sex?” Kelli asked, trying to sound professional.

Jake winked at her. “Do you want to hear about our sex talk, Kelli?” He leaned forward. She could smell him again.

“Well, uh, yes. If it’s relevant.” She felt shy.

“Oh,” Jake laughed and sat back again, “I see. ‘If it’s relevant.’ Well, I’ll try to keep it very relevant for you.” He smirked a little. She ignored it and he continued.

Well, the first thing I remember the girl on the right saying to me was actually asking me a question. She was flirting, and I remember her leaning in and asking me, “Have you ever been with an Asian woman?” I said, “Yes, actually. I was with an Asian girl at my Senior Prom.”

“Oh? Did you like it?” asked the girl sitting next to me. Only this time she was sitting on my left, which was very confusing in my drunken state.

“It’s a complicated story,” I answered. I wasn’t in any shape to tell the whole story to her right then and there. I think I passed out shortly afterward.

I came to when the girl on my right said, “Do you want to be with an Asian girl again?”

I must have answered “yes” because then the girl on the left was asking me, “Do you like threesomes?” This confused me even more. Who would the threesome be with?

Kelli laughed. “I can tell there is some kind of twist here. I bet it’s about to get interesting.” Jake smiled back at her and nodded.

Yes, there’s a twist. Towards the end of the night I woke up and was stretched out on the couch. Both of my hands were being held. I realized that one of my hands was being held by the Asian woman I’d been talking to all night, and the other was held by a second woman, who happened to look exactly like the first. It turned out that they were identical twins! Later, I realized that both sisters had been talking to me at various points, one on the left and one on the right, and I had been too drunk and unaware to realize it.

“Wow. Twins. That’s crazy,” commented Kelli. “What on earth happened?”

The sisters gently pulled me up and off of the couch and before I knew what was going on, they had led me to the door of an empty bedroom. They asked me if I had ever been with two women before and specifically if I had ever been with twins. I told them no, I hadn’t, and in fact I had very little sexual experience in general.  They seemed pleased enough by this confession, and started to kiss me and undress me. One pulled my shirt over my head and started flicking my nipples with her tongue, while the other one started gently massaging my groin area and balls. I can remember thinking, “Wow. I can’t believe that my first ever threesome is going to be with twins.”  I was struggling to get my boots off, and finally the boot slipped off and flew across the room.  The impetus knocked me backwards onto the bed, where I passed out. 

The next thing I remember was that I was waking up, lying in the bed naked, with the twins next to me, one on each side, dozing.  As I started to stir they also began to wake up. I asked them what had happened and they both laughed and told me that absolutely nothing had happened. I had passed out and that was the end of it. I couldn’t believe it, and felt like an idiot, but they just laughed it off.  I was eager to make it up to them and asked them for their number, but they wouldn’t give it out. They said they were looking for someone who could really perform, and it was obvious that I couldn’t hold my liquor or perform.  So that ended that.

“What did you do then?” asked Kelli. “Were you embarrassed?”

Yes, a little. It was morning already, and feeling like an ass, I got dressed and walked out into the living room. It was somewhat trashed after the party of course.  The girl that I had noticed the night before, the beautiful, voluptuous Latina, was picking up trash and putting it into a garbage bag. She smiled at me, and in that moment I met a woman who changed my life. She stuck out her hand and introduced herself. Her name was Marci Lopez, and I found out later that she was Puerto Rican. In any case, she looked me over and giggled knowingly, with those bright, dark, olive-shaped eyes twinkling. There was a beautiful sincerity in her gaze, a compassionate, almost loving aspect. Then she nodded towards the bedroom, where the Korean twins were getting dressed and said, “You really haven’t been with too many women, have you?”

I sat down, hung my aching, pounding head, and said, “No. Not really.” 

Marci set down her trash bag and sat next to me on the couch. She took me by the hand and said, “Listen. You’re adorable, and this is what is going to happen from now on: you are going to come over to my house on a regular basis. We’re not going to actually do anything; you need to just learn how to kiss and how to talk to a woman. I’m going to teach you!”  I was amazed.

“Um, why would you do that?” I asked her.

She giggled, and I could not help but notice her beautiful, intense eyes again. “Well, I’m almost done with college, and I’m super busy with my classes and studies. I don’t really have the time for a serious, full-time boyfriend, but I do have needs and I think you’re cute. You need a teacher, and I need a good fuck once in a while with someone who is clean, trustworthy and a good friend. Also, you sound like you could carry on a decent conversation. I like smart guys. How does that sound?”

I couldn’t really believe my luck; before I knew it I was on my way back to my dorm with her number in my pocket.

Kelli paused him, “Did you call her?”

Jake gazed intently at her. “Yes, Kelli. I called her. And then I fucked her.”

Kelli flinched slightly at the abrupt choice of words. “You fucked her?”

“Yeah. I fucked her a lot. You want to hear about it, don’t you?” It was a serious question. He looked into her eyes and she could feel herself wanting, needing more. She needed to hear about his sexual past.

“Go on,” she breathed.

Over the course of three months or so, Marci gave me a true education. In between classes, whenever I had two or three hours to spare, I would ride my bike over to Marci’s and she would be there. At first, she would draw me into her bedroom and strip me down to my underwear. She’d take off her shirt, under which she’d be braless, and then she would push me down and lie on top of me in bed.

At first I was shy, and she would take my hand and run it all over her body. I soon learned how to massage her full, heavy breasts, and how to tweak her large nipples gently between my finger and thumb. We’d make out for hours. She taught me how to kiss, how to use my tongue, how to caress, how to nibble and bite her mouth and neck, and how to touch her in a way that made her moan with pleasure. I loved that more than anything else – learning how to really make Marci moan. She especially loved the light biting; there was one incident where Marci actually bit my shoulder hard enough to leave a small bruise. She told me it was her way of “marking” me.

One day, after a few weeks of heavy petting, Marci took things a step further. We’d been kissing for a while and then she took my hand and guided it down between her legs. She’d never done that before; everything had been pretty much above the waist, except for some mild grinding and dry humping. She was naked except for boy short panties, and she guided my fingers down between the cloth and her hot, soft skin. I felt the wiriness of her pubic hair – she kept a tidy little landing strip – and then felt, for the first time, the incredible, slick wetness of her pussy. Marci took my middle finger and slid it inside of her, making little moans, and offering up her neck for me to kiss at the same time. Then she took two fingers of mine, the middle and the forefinger, pushed them up inside her tight, warm pussy, and rocked herself back and forth on my hand.

It wasn’t enough. After a while her movements became almost frantic and she tore off her panties completely, and placed her palm on the top of my head and pushed me down, in between her firm, shapely legs. I was dizzy with excitement. Elaine had gone down on me, that day long ago when I lost my virginity, but I had never tasted a woman before this. The scent of Marci’s pussy was sweet, and heavy. She told me to run my tongue lightly over the wide open lips of her pussy, and I obeyed. The slick, tangy taste of her was intoxicating. She spread her knees wider and drew her own hand down to the top of her cleft, where her clit was pink, glistening, and protruding. “Touch me here with your tongue, Jake,” she whispered, massaging it lightly with her fingertips. Again, I obeyed; flicking her with my tongue and the resulting sound that came out of her was incredible.

“Again. Softer. Lick around it. Gently.”  I followed her detailed instructions as she ordered me to suck and caress her throbbing, firm, swollen bud of flesh. That day I ate her out for the first time, probing, licking, kissing.  Occasionally, she would order to pause for a minute, and to come up and kiss her for a while before pushing my head back down to her pussy. Eventually she arched her back and thrust her soft, wet flesh into my tongue as I probed her. She climaxed incredibly hard, screaming and moaning. The amount of wet fluid that gushed out with her orgasm was amazing to me. I drank it, lapping with my tongue.  Marci had taught me one awesome trick, something I do to this very day.

Kelli quick shouted, “What? Tell me!!”

Marci had pointed out to me, that at the point of orgasm for women, the clit becomes enlarged, and points out. She demanded and told me to suck the clit, hard, pull it inside my mouth as hard as possible as she came, my mouth cupping her hood, tongue licking at the same time that I pulled her clit hard during her orgasm. Something all women that I’ve been with in my past and present love, and tell me that I’m the best in doing.

“Oh wow,” Kelli sighed.

Going down on Marci became a regular part of our routine together. One day, she had another surprise in store for me.  When I came into her bedroom she was naked, and next to her on the bed was a gigantic vibrator, the same type that was made famous by a popular TV show. You know the one…the Rabbit.

Kelli smiled. She’d heard of the Rabbit. “Yes, I know the one,” she said.

I must have looked shocked or bewildered because Marci giggled and beckoned me over to her. “I want to teach you how to use a toy today,” she said with those twinkling black eyes.  I lay down beside her and she turned on the vibrator. First she used it on herself, dipping it into her wet pussy over and over again, pushing the vibrating ‘ears’ against her clit until she came hard and fast, shrieking with pleasure. I had never seen her convulse and tremble so much.

Then she put it into my hand. “Your turn to fuck me now,” she said teasingly. She guided me as I first ran the vibrating tip along the firm mound of her stomach, and touched it to her nipples, making them hard. She made me tease her and turn her on like this for a while, touching her thighs, her stomach, and her breasts. She loved the sensation of it buzzing against her skin. Finally, she wrapped her hand around mine and spread her thighs wide, drawing the toy all the way deep inside her juicy pussy.