I said in part 2 – the next morning – that we weren’t done with krissi yet.
He helped Jennie with breakfast, which he said was excellent, complimenting her many times – well mannered, even when naked keeping company with four fully clothed young women.
As I said in the last installment, a countertop separated the kitchen and the living room. krissi had stood up on it (as well as he could, beneath the ceiling), to give the many girls standing in the hallway and peering out of bedroom doors and around the corner to the foyer a better look at his body and freshly-waxed cock and balls. We had 4 bar stools around it. For breakfast we girls sat on them. Krissi stood at the end, far enough back that we all had a clear view of the cock. He set his coffee cup at the end of the countertop but held the plate in hands beneath his chin (to better avoid spillage – very considerate boy!).
I’ve never been a big breakfast eater. After I’d had enough that morning, I got up and took a padded chair at the entrance to the living room. Renee, having obviously – more than the rest of us – seen an opportunity: ‘krissi, grab Meghan’s stool.” Place it there where you’ve been standing and take a seat. He did, the way guys sit: the backs of thighs on the seat, legs spread wide, feet on a rung.
Having relaxed as we ate, the cock laid across the seat. Renee rubbed and patted it. krissi was non-plussed. “Very nice. Nice and smooth!” Jennie stood and did the same, even though she’d had it in her hands while he helped with breakfast. Karen and I did the same. It was very nice!!
I had stopped the mob from feeling him up but a little devil in me allowed my roommates. As Jennie, Karen, and I took turns, Renee moved around behind him, feeling and caressing his butt (as I mentioned, it was straight from a Greek statue, and let me add that the cock was a heckuva lot bigger than the little ones common in art).
When guys sit on stools as krissi was, their butts hang over the back and they tend to lean forward a little, sometimes arching their backs a touch.
Renee – knowing what to look for – bent at the waist and peered at his ass. “Look at this!” she declared. “Don’t budge, krissi!” She grinned at us broadly. Of course we all went around to take a look. “What a pretty little rosebud,” she said!
“Rosebud’ … Renee knew the lingo – another term I’d never heard.
“Karen, go get your vibrator. Let’s have more fun.”
A short conversation followed. I said no. Krissi never objected and I briefly wondered how familiar that girl at his college had been. I mean, this was getting pretty deep.
Today I admit it would have been fun but, going forward that weekend, it was my turn. Alone. They’d been given enough.
Then, not missing a beat, Renee told krissi to hop up on the countertop. He did, at the end. “Pull your knees up and spread your legs again,” said Karen. He immediately tried but it was an unappealing position. He tended to rock backwards.
At this point I was still fine with everything. “Slide back to the wall (the one at the end pf the countertop),” I commanded.
This was much better. His back was supported so cock and balls laid on the countertop.
Renee immediately reached in on one side and Jennie went to the other to join her. Karen and I watched from the end of the counter while they both caressed him, taking time of course to drag fingernails across his thighs, tummy, and chest.
He quickly rose to “attention,” hard as a rock.
Everyone was all smiles.
It was beautiful!!
Again, Renee led and then Jennie followed, stroking him, running fingers around the corona and over the glans,
In a moment pre-cum appeared at the eye. I had moved alongside Jennie, within arms reach, and got to it before Renee, at the moment squeezing the balls, so I brushed it off and tasted it.
I was very surprised. It wasn’t bitter or funky. Very pleasantly surprised, actually.
Jennie exclaimed, “Ok, Meghan, next one is for one of us. You’ve had your’s”.
In that instant, I’d set my mind. This was ending. Next steps were mine!!
Actually, I’ll admit, I presumed that in a moment he would ejaculate and that – the first ejaculation for me – was ALL MINE!!
“OK, that’s it. We’re done! Krissi, hop down.”
I was immediately Debbie Downer to my roommates. Literally. Too Bad!!
Didn’t take long and he was again flaccid.
The rest of the afternoon and Saturday night are memories I’ll never forget. AND ALL MINE!! Not another night on the couch ….
Krissi and I retired early. It was good the girls had dates and might be out all night. In the end 2 of 3 were. The 3rd (Karen) was out till after midnight, came in and turned the TV on loud. Well mannered. The walls in the apartments were thin as paper.
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Brief flashback: mid afternoon on Saturday Mother called. She knew he was visiting and would stay at the apartment. She knew because I had told her, and synopses of most everything I’d learned of him over the last 7 months … I trusted her and she wasn’t judgmental.
This time she was true to her nature, didn’t pry, and simply asked how things were going. I replied “great!” (to say “fine” would have been to damn with faint praise).
Renee – the big mouth – was in the room, overheard this – those old fashioned Bell wall phones (the ones you now see on ETSY for $100) – and yelled loud enough to be heard down the hall, “Great? Great? Mrs ________, he’s naked!”
As I learned many years later, best to keep enemies close and friends closer!
Of course, Mom heard it.
“Gracious, Meghan; I hope you’re being careful.” [The pill was relatively new, there were myriad concerns and just as much misinformation} and I was not on it.
More conversation and then, “I’d like to meet him. Bring him here at 9 tomorrow morning.”
[I grew up and my family lived about 20 miles from school.]
Of course, I agreed; then she directed, “just as he is now!”
I wasn’t necessarily surprised that she said this and definitely meant it. She really enjoyed being a woman and enjoyed men (numbers of them) … as I said in the interview with Mizz Geena, she had raised me to be all the woman I could be; to never let some self-centered cocksure guy get in the way).
“Mom, I can’t do that. What about Daddy and the boys?”
“Don’t fret; I’ll manage them; and bring (the girls) along. I’d like to see them too.”
This wasn’t fully reassuring even tho’ I knew she would. I was the apple of Daddy’s eye. I would die if anything went awry.
“But, Mom, what if something doesn’t go right?”
“You’ve showed him off, in all his athletic glory (yes; I’d told her that he was a jock) to roommates and you’re not willing to show your mother?”
That was it. What could I say?
Sunday morning the girls rose early. When I heard them, I rose too. And, of course, they pried for details. One I shared (and continue to hear about): I gave him a blowjob to get things started. He lasted maybe 5 minutes then erupted in an enormous ejaculation, onto the bedspread and dousing my dresser. No control in those days!! Renee, again the worldly one said, smiling “a cum cannon!!” … Renee: the veritable font of all knowledge.
[I mentioned in a previous post that, over the years, girls have approached, introduced themselves then, always smiling, said they were in the apartment Saturday morning. My roommates, on the other hand, always ask – me and krissi – “How’s the cum cannon?”]
Before we left for Mother’s, I gave krissi a primer.
And so it went. We – all my roommates and me – drove out to Mother’s the next morning. krissi drove Jennie’s car – a convertible, with the top down. Mother watched for us so she could meet us in the driveway. Krissi hopped out immediately, totally naked, to politely greet her. She shook his hand then stepped back to better take him in; but for just a moment before inviting us all inside.
I was very reassured when we arrived: Daddy’s car was gone.
In the living room, mother said for the Ladies to sit, then turned to krissi, “krissi, I’ve placed a serving tray on the kitchen counter with enough stems for us all. There’s a pitcher of chilled Mimosas in the fridge. Meghan, go with him to help.
Everyone – Mother included – watched that sexy butt leave the room. The lighting in the living room, mostly coming through windows alongside the fireplace, highlighted every muscular ripple in his body. Goodness! I remember thinking the night before that I wish I had a mirrored ceiling in my room …
We had our drinks. Mother had krissi stand at the center of the room, in front of the coffee table and slowly turn around so she could look, then do it again standing just next to her where she sat.
“Very good, Meghan. He’s pretty.”
THIS was not what he expected to hear. PRETTY. Later I reassured him that it was a compliment.
Mother hadn’t just made cocktails; she had country ham and eggs and homemade hash brown potatoes. It was delicious. She was a super talented cook. Krissi had more than two “seconds.”
After breakfast, we visited for a short while. Krissi was totally unabashed, clearly comfortable in his own skin (his mom had done a great job), and a perfect gentlemen. I had thought that Mother might ask to see an erection but she didn’t and my roommates didn’t spill any beans. I’m sure Mother could imagine well enough.
Later she told me that she agreed with my assessment: “he’s a keeper!!”
I broke things up because krissi had an 8 hour drive back to school.
We departed.
Back at school, we again walked from the parking garage, through the apartment lobby, and took an elevator to the 6th floor where he began to dress.
I said, “no, you go out the way you came in. Pull over somewhere and put them on. Most of the girls here have seen you already anyway.”
And so he made the 5th or 6th trip through my apartment house and across the 3 blocks to the parking garage totally naked.
He called when back at school. I told him the place was abuzz with me and him. He told me that people saw him leaving. Itt was about noon when he left. He said they grinned broadly and waved. He did the same. The girls – who’d presumably been in my apartment Saturday morning – giggled and spoke.
It made a very positive impression on numbers of girls and I heard about it repeatedly over the next year. Not only about krissi but also how I’d been in such charge. And, as you might imagine, again at our wedding a few years later. At the time tho’, I took all the credit.
My roommates and I cannot help but believe that one or two FLRs were made that weekend.
I’ll take 40% of the credit (because I sealed the deal). Mother gets 30%. My mother-in-law gets the remaining 30%.
P. S. Telling this story brings mixed emotions. Krissi and I lost Mother last fall. She was a fabulous woman!!!!
This is great! But between you and Geena and sharing subs with your mother – it makes me laugh to think of trying to do the same. She’s convinced I found myself a “good man” who can “take care” of me and the kids. Imagine if I paraded Cody out in his true form for her. I fear she might either faint or implode…
It is true that teaching old dogs new tricks is difficult. The older, harder; I think because youth’s vigor and indestructibility erode. For your mother-in-law, perhaps iteratively redefining “good man” is a place to start. As you’ve read, Mother and krissi’s mom were ahead of their time. Open-minded, a bit hedonistic: women who strive to enjoy the gifts God gave.