CHAPTER 25

My rent was paid, and I'd been working my cute little ass off studying all semester. Spring break was on my mind. A little sun, relaxation and alcohol sounded really attractive. I was a little short on cash, so I'd need to catch a ride with someone and find a place to crash, but a lot of kids did that. Six or eight in a hotel room wasn't all that rare.

But who could I go with? I had been through two breakups recently and was unattached, so all my options were open. But… you know what? When you have all your options open, that's all you have. To get anything more, you have to make choices, commitments, attachments—you walk through some doors, and others close. Mine were all open, and I was feeling ready to close a few.

In the larger picture, I was kind of intrigued by this older guy I'd met. I didn't really know him, but I'd given him a few blowjobs, and he'd been really nice about it. He also had a really nice cock. All in all, he seemed pretty okay, and I mean okay for a real person, not just a guy. For a guy, he was startlingly okay. He even said he thought about me when he masturbated. How sweet was that? I was definitely gonna take that one slow, but I wanted to see where it led. It was an outside possibility, anyway.

But in terms of spring break, here and now, I was just trying to decide whether to go "where the boys are" or try to find some "girls gone wild."

Hmm. Boys. I generally thought of them as dicks with dorks attached. It's true that I really liked dicks, but I'd spent enough time enjoying them while avoiding the attached dorks to know the drawbacks. A cock waving through a glory hole was nice, inviting even, but it wasn't companionship. And if there were guys my age who weren't dorks, they were apparently keeping out of sight. I was keeping an eye out, though. I try to keep an open mind.

Really my she-male lover had been ideal for me: a girl I got along with, a lesbian who was interested in me sexually, and who had a dick I could suck on for guaranteed massive orgasms while she ate me. But she was gone now, and lesbian she-males don't exactly grow on trees. The odds of finding another like her were remote.

That left girl-girls. I like girls, but the straight ones aren't generally interested in having sex with me, unless it's late and they're pretty drunk—which leads to awkward mornings when they wake up in a strange girl's bed with pussy breath—and the gay ones aren't generally all that understanding about my need to have a cock in my mouth to reach orgasm. Neither are the straight ones, come to think of it…

So I was thinking my best bet was to find some bi gals I could hang out with. We could probably pick up guys, as needed, just by offering to suck their cocks. And if not, well, we bisexual girls are naturally self-reliant, especially in pairs. A cock in my mouth made cumming easier, but in a pinch a mouthful of pussy could be made to work. I just had to try a lot harder.

Great plan. Now, where were those bisexual girls hiding? I needed social and sexual introductions, but from whom? Who would understand my unusual needs and what girls might share them? Only one name came immediately to mind, and he was a weasel. But he knew a lot of girls and a lot about their sex lives.

Well, maybe a weasel would have to do. I happened to have his number, in more ways than one. So I called the Delta Pi frat house and asked for the oiliest prick there.

"This is Chaz."

"Hi, Chaz. Cindy."

"Cindy! Are you in the mood for another warm shower? I'd be happy to assemble the congregation. Do you need a ride? Carfare? A drink, or six?"

"Down, boy. Spring break is coming, and a shower or two might be very nice, actually. Where are your animals going to be housed?"

"Uh… Boca. On the main beach."

"Know any bi girls driving there?"

"Hmm. Well, the Eta Pi sorority has a place nearby. They mostly play strictly for the other team, but a few swing both ways, and I know for a fact that a gaggle of them are making it a road trip..."

"If you could arrange an introduction, or better, a ride and an invitation, I might be able to persuade some sisterly switch-hitters to come over to your compound with me for some extended fun."

"You might, but you probably wouldn't. Of course I could TRY to get you in... They're a bit clannish, but I do know a bi girl there who just lost her main squeeze. She's a bit of a dom, but you're used to that, and she's nowhere near as scary as Twylla…

"I COULD give her your number and tell her you need a ride to the beach and some comfort... and I would, really, if i could just find her number… I'm sure it's here. Somewhere…"

Enough dork; time to talk to the dick: "Come by my dorm in twenty minutes and I'll give you a blowjob you'll never forget."

"Oh, here it is! I'm calling her cell now. See you in twenty, then?"

"Chaz, you studly weasel, you wouldn't be playing me, would you? "

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean."

"Call her. If I hear from her, I'll call you back. Then you can come over."

"Cindy! I'm crushed. Now I will have to dig up her number. Oh well, Promise you'll call? I'll be waiting breathlessly to hear from you."

I ended the call, a little shocked at my own deviousness. What ever happened to innocent little Cindy? Apparently I'd learned more than I realized from Twylla. Oh, well, it felt good to be able to successfully charm a snake like Chaz.

Thinking about sucking Chaz's nice, long cock while I masturbated gave me a definite tingle. As long as I could keep his oily hands off me, I was going to enjoy this.