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  • Freshman Adventures: Brie's Orgasm and Everything that Followed

    (Please check out my previous installments Dennis and Janis, Freshman Adventures: It's Summer, and others)

    Part 1 of 3:

    After sex, Brie and I tended to lie side by side for a long time. She would kiss me. I would move my tongue around her lips. Normally, there’d be some anticipation for the almost inevitable “you taste like someone else,” comment, or look in the eyes that told me as much. But in the three weeks we’d been “together” I’d been exclusive with Brie so far. Seemed like enough time for the taste of those rando’s vaginas from Florida to wear off. I hadn’t fucked anybody other than Brie in almost the same time.
    I couldn't believe myself.
    My lips were pure.

    One Saturday in October, we finished kissing and looked into each other’s eyes. Both our eyes were blue. My eyes were a cold and hard blue. Whenever I looked at somebody, it was a really intense experience for them. Sometimes too intense. Brie’s eyes were also blue. She was intense, too.
    “If there’d been a heart rate monitor in front of you just now, it would have been showing some pretty cray shit,” I said. Brie smiled.
    “Seismographic waveforms…” I trailed off.
    “Fuck that, we would have just broken it,” Brie said. It would have electrocuted the whole bed and we’d die in a blaze of electrocution.”
    “Somebody call Michael Bay,” I said.
    Brie chuckled. She kissed me again.
    She sat up straight on the bed and grabbed a tissue from my desk (I’m not so ungentlemanly that I don’t usually get the tissue for whoever I just fucked, but right then I was just tired and Brie was a big girl). She dabbed at her groin with the tissue and got back in to her slip. I found the energy to roll off the condom and wrap it in a couple tissues. I tossed it at the wastebasket and missed. The tissue landed by the window. I opened the shades and opened the window and flicked it out. I closed the window and closed the shades.
    I turned back and saw Brie shaking her head at my lack of eco-friendliness.

    When we were both fully dressed, we looked at each other again, smiling and she raised her arms in a partial shrug. We really didn’t know what to say. What can you say?
    “I guess I’ll see you soon?” she said.
    “Yeah,” I said. “Call me or something.”
    “Why don’t you give me a call?”
    A pause.
    “Why don’t you take the Carly Rae Jepsen route and just assume ‘maybe’?”
    She wanted to smile but her expression was not quite that.
    “Bye Dennis.” She walked out the door, adjusting the hem of well-ironed her deep blue shirt as it shut.

    My video business was booming. I’d made thirty-five different videos since September and they had all sold. All but one. I had made about six thousand dollars. And my cock wasn’t even perpetually sore yet. Neither was my tongue. That’s the great part about being young and full of life.
    In my free time, I was an art gangster. I hung out with a few other dudes who did graffiti and we went around campus at night with spray cans, spraying designs on the sides of buildings and in the classrooms of the teachers we hated. Then a campus cop saw us walking around and one guy, I think Jim (dumbshit), was holding his spray can in plain view. The cop said, “Hey! What are you kids up to?”

    I remember saying, “Fuck, let’s run.” And we did and the fat cop hardly bothered to chase us. He yelled some shit and I heard him running, but then he stopped and I heard the crackle of his radio. He said something about five kids, holding a can of something, etcetera. Nobody came after us, and we all dispersed at the top of Crest Hill and ran back to our dorms. From that point on, we A) tooled on Jim a lot and B) stuck to spraying places downtown, like at the abandoned train tracks under the Orono bridge, and the vacant lot at Sidberry Street. What a name, Sidberry. I picture a sleazy guy named Sid with tattoos and sunglasses smoking a cigarette, dropping trow and jerking off to a porno with no sound. But the sleaziest people down there were us, and we smoked joints and downloaded free bukake videos as god intended.

    Nate once asked me if Brie had any hot friends. I was surprised, because I didn’t even remember telling them about Brie. They knew about Janis, they knew about Sarissa, they knew about the stripper back home, they knew about my bio teacher senior year. They knew I didn’t like rubbers and told me I was going to end up a dad if I wasn’t careful. I told them I didn’t give a shit, good luck getting child support from me. Amongst all this stuff, something must have slipped about Brie.

    Brie and I would smoke weed and talk about painting and music. Things that we actually had in common. I think she mostly stayed with me because of the sex, which was the same reason I stayed with her (who woulda thunk it?). But sometimes she behaved like an actual girlfriend. Sometimes, I even treated her like one. One evening when we sat on the bench outside the library, after checking out a couple books on Rembrandt that she needed to help her study. She sat on one of my legs and nestled her head against mine. Her other leg hung loosely down the side of the bench and I noticed a tear in her jeans. I put my hand on it and rubbed that spot. I looked out over the campus and saw a number of other girls walking around. Most of them I could probably fuck if I really wanted to. One of them, off in the distance, I almost had, a few months before. But I didn’t care at that moment. I was glad to be with this artsy, intellectual, slim, dark-haired young woman in my lap.

    One evening, about a month into our ‘togetherness’ (or something), I made my way through the crusty snow down to the painting studio where Brie’s teacher, who loved every piece of art she created and also probably jerked off to thoughts of her amongst his pitiful non-tenure pay stubs each night, allowed her work whenever she wanted. I opened the doors. They were unlocked completely. I entered the studio.
    There she was, all alone, in the center of the room, at work on an oil painting. Her smock was stained with reds and yellows. The painting she worked on depicted a woman dressed in black Catwoman meets Xenia, Warrior Princess attire, somersaulting through the starry sky and punching some large ogre in the stomach. Stars spun above the ogre’s head. I crept forward, not making a single sound. I put my arms around her waist.
    Brie jumped. She almost dropped the brush. She made a noise. She turned around and saw me.
    “Dennis, Dennis…” she said, taking my hand. “You’re such a creeper.”
    “You love it,” I said. I kissed her cheek.
    We both stared ahead at the painting.
    “Yuck, what a bunch of pretentious bullshit…” I said.
    Brie dabbed the paintbrush on my forehead.

    We went back from the studio to her room and got busy. Brie didn’t have any roommates. Neither did I; not since I’d been kicked out of the last place. It was easy for us.
    It was very dark in her room and the shades were down. I was on top of her. I gradually sped up until the mattress began to creak. It creaked with each stroke of my cock and Brie made gaspy inhales and exhales with each creak. My favorite kind of music. I was the composer.

    By the time it turned in to raw, visceral, panting, thwapping, bed-squeaking sex, Brie’s lips were curled up. She panted through her very white teeth. She shut her eyes and opened them again. Her expression changed a few times in less than a minute; she went from near anger at the quickness of my cock, to disbelief, to surrender. When she arrived at this last expression, my balls were making slapping sounds. She craned her neck back and shut her eyes. The noise she made was a fast paced version of the noise a woman makes when she’s beginning to laugh at your inappropriate jokes. I grunted. Pretty sure all I do is grunt.
    I was young. I had stamina. I had fucked harder than this before and I knew I could now.
    I stroked faster, rougher, letting my cock swim around her for a moment before pulling back each time. The bed scraped against the floor. What the fuck? It was actually moving forward. I was fucking Brie, and her bed. I smiled to myself (to myself because Brie had chosen to close her eyes by this point). I wondered if the bed liked it as much as Brie.
    Brie balled a chunk of my hair up in her hand and said, between broken breaths, “Dennis…Dennis, I’m cumming.”
    Okay, Brie liked it just a little better than the bed.
    She did a full body jerk to her right and the bed groaned against the floor again. Brie’s mouth was open in suspended animation; she’d entered a new dimension; I was holding off entering it myself. Her hand left my hair and yanked the edge of the mattress and I pressed one hand down on her mattress. I propped my body above hers like I was doing a one armed push-up. This allowed my groin to flex so my cock could move about ten times faster. It was an idea I’d gotten at the gym while doing push-ups.
    Brie yelped. She yelped again, higher pitched. She yelped again, higher pitched still. You get the picture. In the midst of her crescendoed vocals I cupped one of her legs in my hand and pushed it forward to give myself more room. I trembled from holding myself up. I felt like if I got an aneurysm from fucking a girl this hard it would be totally worth it.
    She exhaled, “Oh my God.”
    Her breaths squeaked as she released them.
    “Fuck,” she squeaked.
    The bed scraped against the wall.
    She ripped the bed sheet off the mattress and flung her arm up against my ass. Her nails dug into my ass cheek.
    Her upper body shook. Her thighs wrapped around me. My arm surrendered.
    I collapsed. Eyes closed, my head pressed down on her pillow. Unlike Brie—unlike girl I'd ever been inside of—I did like to open my eyes. I needed to survey things. My vision was cracked my vision like a movie screen breaking down before soft blackness. My orgasm was just going on and on. I was unloading to the point that I'd break the condom and nut inside her.

    I hoped, in that moment, that we just wouldn’t stop.



    END OF PART 1

  • #2
    Dennis and Janis, Freshman Adventures: It's Summer, and others

    I could not see this part. Where did you post it?

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  • #3
    Oh, I could imagine the hot sex. I could say that Dennis is a passionate fucker. Not all men could be like him. Well, how I wish I could encounter someone as good as he is.

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    • clumsygirl
      clumsygirl commented
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      Really? Have you not encountered someone as good as Dennis? Then, I could say that you have been missing some things with your sex life. So, how about hooking up for more experiences?

    • routinetine
      routinetine commented
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      clumsygirl Is this like the one that we could say that practice makes it perfect? Or something sort of like that as Dennis did not do any practice as he did it the real way.

  • #4
    Okay, Brie's orgasm was like discussed in details. I guess that Brie is just like anyone else. Wait, no, she could not be just like anyone else as she accepted to be just a fuck buddy.

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    • tom8854
      tom8854 commented
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      What do you mean exactly? That she cums just like any other woman?

    • Nica55
      Nica55 commented
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      tom8854 No, she was referring to being a fuck buddy. You know, she was not a real girlfriend, after all.

    • morningglory
      morningglory commented
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      tom8854 Brie had dramatic ways of achieving her orgasms. Well, anyway, those are the sensual stuffs of having orgasms. It is nice that your story is using both descriptive and narrative approaches in writing.

  • #5
    @tom8854 Are you the author of this article? If yes, then you are quite a writer, huh?

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    • lie11
      lie11 commented
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      I know right? It's like I'm reading such a good erotic novel and I think I know a person that is like Brie, nice character too. It kind of really resembles a friend I know.

    • snoogywookie
      snoogywookie commented
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      This could make a very good novel to read. It is something that I could read on my free time and could give me the inspiration to play with myself before I'd go to sleep.

  • #6
    I hoped, in that moment, that we just wouldn’t stop.

    I guess everyone who is that moment would feel the same way, too. But, then, everything has an end. Nothing could last forever except diamonds, maybe?

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    • dreamsbaby2
      dreamsbaby2 commented
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      The feeling's good while it's there so better to make the most of out it until it's all gone. It was all great when the two just fuck around with each other and act as if they're actually a couple. Reminds me so much of those glory days of mine too.

    • monsterjunk
      monsterjunk commented
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      If you're with someone then be with them because sooner or later you won't be able to turn back and have them back into your life that easily.

  • #7
    Fuck, I think I wanted to fuck Dennis or I would LOVE to be fucked by Dennis, he could be anyone that I used to hook up with but damn, I want my own Dennis too as in right now! I wish I could be Brie as well.

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    • chipsitaly
      chipsitaly commented
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      I bet that you really love reading that part, where Brie and Dennis fucked each other's brains out. Just imagining that it would be lovely if you were Brie all along, lol!

  • #8
    I think this Brie girl fell in love with Dennis, based on reading this whole story it was a mistaken love between the two. How come they're still in denial of their feelings? I feel bad that they did not end up being a couple.

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    • BabySaltWicked
      BabySaltWicked commented
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      They shouldn't end up being a couple they seem to like their setup as friends with benefits, but the thing is that they're like a couple already at some parts of it.

    • heartlistener
      heartlistener commented
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      Dennis even treated her like a girlfriend right? So it's his fault that Brie had fallen for him but not knowing that they're just fuckbuddies and nothing more.

  • #9
    Brie and Dennis could have been together, it seems like they'd always spend some time together like an actual couple and they're compatible with most of the things that they're interested in.

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    • blizzss
      blizzss commented
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      I think it's better that they stayed that way since Dennis is unsure of himself and everything that has been going around him. He wants to fuck around just like every guy does.

  • #10
    She exhaled, “Oh my God.”

    Why is it that most people would exclaim that phrase during sex? I wonder what do the atheists exclaim as an equivalent. Lol.

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    • Readeronic
      Readeronic commented
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      Oh, evolution! Oh, existence! Oh, science and facts! LOL, kidding. An atheist can simply say "Oh,gosh", or "Fuck", just like everyone else does.
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