Back when I was prepping for law school, I had a little “encounter” I’ll never forget. I had to write my LSATs in the city, so I figured I might as well go early and take an LSAT preparation course. I knew I’d get better training with a live human being in a classroom setting than I would studying alone. I liked that real-life contact.
So I signed up for a course and packed my bags. Most of my fellow students were smug trust fund brats with more dollars than sense. Only two of the guys enrolled in my course were anything like me—they wanted to practice law to help eradicated injustice in the humanitarian arena.
I knew we’d all get along, so I joined the guys at the long table near the back of the room. Carter and Paul could have been brothers, they were so similar in looks. Both had lean builds and brown hair, though the sun brought out blondish highlights in Carter’s. As much as I tried not to, I noticed their good looks while we studied together after class.
The three of us formed a tight-knit study group. Innuendo started up—perhaps because we stayed up every night reading, quizzing each other, and consuming ridiculous amounts of caffeine and candy. We all teased each other. Carter claimed I was giving Paul flirty looks during class, so I joked about the two boys sneaking off to the bathroom to make out.
And because we were all so tired and stressed and worried about passing the test, the jokes became true. I developed a huge crush on Carter and Paul—not either individually, but both together. I wanted to be around them all the time, and they wanted to be with me.
We crammed in Carter and Paul’s hotel room the night before the LSATs, but nothing even remotely sexual happened. We were too busy studying and trying not to fall asleep. Our explorative flirtation came to a head when Paul drove us to the test location. That morning, and we arrived so ridiculously early the building wasn’t even open yet. The rain came on quick. All three of us ran back to the car and parked our asses in the back seat.
Carter asked perfectly innocently what we should study to pass the time, and I remember very clearly saying, “How about we take a break from law and study human anatomy instead?” Even though it was the stupidest joke ever, we were all so over-tired that we laughed. It’s not the sort of thing I’d normally do, but I unbuttoned my top and asked, “Pop quiz—what do you call these?”
The guys just stared. They didn’t say anything and they didn’t laugh. It was the look in their eyes, like two dogs after a bone, that encouraged me to pull my tits out of my lace bra. I even remember the slight gleam of my nipples and the way the bra forced my breasts upward. The air in the car changed when I grabbed their wrists and set their hands against my naked boobs. We didn’t talk or laugh anymore. The guys fondled my tits, and I ran my fingers down their jeans and squeezed their packages. We all threw our heads back and moaned.
I don’t know what came over me, but I unzipped Carter’s and Paul’s jeans and brought out their big, hard dicks. It was so exciting, seeing and touching new meat. I wanted to help them release their tension. Obviously they wanted to help me out too, because they descended on my naked breasts. When I looked down, their heads were side by side, in such close proximity they almost seemed attached. They sucked my tits—my absolute favourite thing any guy could possibly do to me. Now two guys were doing it, one at each breast. I was in ecstasy!
I couldn’t see their dicks anymore because their bodies were hunched over my chest, but I could sure as hell feel them in my hands. I jerked them off in unison and they sucked my tits in time with my pumping. Even though my arms were bent down under their bellies, I managed to tug their cocks fast. Really fast. I could feel their precum soaking my fingers as I gave them both handjobs, and that little bit of liquid made me feel so naughty.
Rain pelted the car windows while Carter rubbed my pussy overtop of my beige capris. The eager pressure of his fingertips on my erect clit put me over the edge. I bucked up against his hand while the guys’ tongues worked my nipples. Carter came right after me. When he leaned away from my wet nipple, cum shot from his dick like a geyser. The stream landed all down the back of the front seat. When I laughed, Paul looked up and said, “Dude!” but he didn’t stay mad for long.
I didn’t stop stroking Carter’s cock, even when Paul started to writhe and thrust into my fist. He leaned way back and bucked upward until his butt was way off the seat. When my hand brought him to orgasm, his hips shot straight up and he jizzed all over the ceiling of his car.
As we walked into the test room, Paul, Carter, and I laughed, if somewhat sheepishly, about our heavy petting session. I don’t know if it was the incessant studying or the last-minute orgasms that helped more, but all three of us achieved sky-high scores on our LSATs. People hold all kinds of beliefs about lawyers—we’re sleazy, we’re stuck up, all we care about is money—but I doubt if they imagine us jerking off together in the back seat of a car!
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Eroticist, environmentalist, and pastry enthusiast Giselle Renarde is a proud Canadian, supporter of the arts, and activist for women’s and LGBT rights. For Giselle, a perfect day involves watching a snowstorm rage outside with a cup of tea in one hand and a chocolate truffle in the other. Ms Renarde lives across from a park with two bilingual cats who sleep on her head.
Giselle has sexy story in the anthology “The Bad Girl’s Sweet Kiss” available from http://www.xcitebooks.com/category-208/9781908006639.html or http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0049H963C.