Tall
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DrunkenHunk

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"Hey there, Stretch!" "How's the air up there?" "Woah, you're hard to miss!" "Excuse me, can you reach something for me?"

Yep, I hear those all the time. Several times a day usually. Not surprising, really...being 6' 9" tends to attract attention. Still, it gets old pretty fast, hearing the same old lines day after day, especially when you're not the attention-seeking type.

I always hated being tall. At 13 I was already the tallest in my class, taller than most of the teachers. The Phys-Ed teacher kept trying to pressure me into playing basketball, but I was neither athletic nor coordinated. Simply standing out made me uncomfortable.

College was a little better; more people on campus than in my small-town high school meant one singular individual didn't attract as much attention, but others still remarked on my height more than Iiked, as if it was the only thing about me that people cared about. Still, I managed to find a few friends to hang out with who didn't make a constant issue of it other than the occasional good-natured teasing. Sean in particular became a close friend, and it was through him that I met Jess.

Jess wasn't the most attractive girl I encountered ona daily basis, but she was fun and friendly, and yeah, she was cute. Most importantly, at 5' 10", she made me feel almost normal standing beside her, rather than towering over her as I did to most of the girls I had met. We weren't actualy dating, more just friends; I was too self-conscious to ask her out when we first met, and after a while we settled into an easy camaraderie that I didn't want to disturb. That's not to say I didn't think about "taking things to the next level". I had an 18-year-old's hormones, and no regular outlet for it. I admit, I liked her, I lusted after her in secret, but romantic feelings just weren't there.

Things changed late in the second term. Jess was on the women's volleyball team, and after demolishing their arch-rivals in the year's most-anticipated grudge match, the team threw a party to celebrate. Naturally, Jess invited me along as her "date". We spent most of the night dancing, drinking enough to get loosened up, but not enough to be unsteady. But a combination of the throbbing music, the drink, and the excitement of the day's match obviously was having an effect on Jess, as she stayed much closer to me than was normal, and her touches were much less casual. Finally, during a slow dance that saw my hands cradling the small of her back and her arms loosely around my neck, she suddenly took a deep breath, stood up on her toes, and kissed me full on the lips. My cock sprang to instant attention as my arms tightened around her, crushing her body against me as our mouths opened, tongues straining against each other. I don't know how long we stood there making out on the dance floor, but by the time we came up for air, the song had changed to something that did not lend itself to cuddle-dancing, but neither of us cared. Finally she stepped back and looked up at me, eyes shining. "Come with me!"

Her dorm was only a short walk away, but we still had to stop twice on the way to taste each other's lips. At last we stumbled through her door and crawled onto the bed. Her nails left marks on my back as she clawed my shirt off, but I barely felt the sting; I was too busy plunging my face into her ample cleavage, causing her to arch her back with a gasp of pleasure. Clearly neither of us had any intention of taking things slowly; in less than 2 minutes our clothes werson the floor and we were both joyfully naked in her bed. Well mostly in her bed. Tall, remember? I have a tendency to hang over the end of most beds unless I curl up fairly tightly, which was difficult with another tall person in the bed with me, dorm beds not being known for being wide and roomy. Still, we managed, tangling our legs together as we kissed fiercely, her hand stroking my rock-hard cock while my fingers explored her gloriously wet pussy. But soon we were ready for more. Unfortunately, awkwardness prevailed. Missionary just wasn't practical, and we abandoned that after we both knocked our heads on the wall and my knee got her in a rather uncomfortable place more than once. She tried climbing on top, but she barely fit under the upper bunk, so after a few minutes of awkward humping, we decided to try something different. I slithered out of the bed as she turned sideways across the bed and got on all fours, which allowed me to fuck her from behind while standing beside the bed. I groaned as I entered her, finally free to pump her hard and fast as we both wanted. I threw my head back in pleasure, and opened my eyes...and made full eye contact with Jess's roommate lying on the top bunk! I was so shocked I fumbled my rhythm, and my cock slid out of Jess's pussy on the next stroke, and I stood there like an idiot, staring mutely at our unexpected companion. Jess's voice jolted me out of my stupor. "Don't stop. Fuck me!"

Her roommate held my gaze, then slowly licked her lips. Her lips moved, and she mouthed the words "Don't stop," directing her gaze toward the foot of her bed. I followed her eyes, and saw the blanked moving in the vicinity of her hips; clearly her hand was doing something down there that she wasn't about to stop. My cock, which had begun to soften at the embarrassment of being caught in the act, popped back to full hardness, and I took both girls' instruction; I grabbed Jess's hips and plunged back in, drawing a groan from Jess and a symathetic whimper from her roommate. I settled back into a comfortable rhythm of strong, steady strokes, spurred to higher arousal by the delighted sounds coming from the bottom bunk as I watched the heavenly creature on the top bunk (I learned later her name was Carla) wrinkle her face to her own pleasure. I let go of Jess's hips to grab the upper bedrail for balance, but Carla had other plans. She threw the blanket back, exposing her naked body, and dragged my hand across to squeeze her left tit. I heard her gasp as I tweaked her nipple, and all concern about Jess discovering the upper-bunk activity dissipated. Somehow managing to keep stroking, I bent my head down and took Carla's nipple in my mouth. Carla let out an audible gasp, then, after a brief hesitation, pushed me away, and I thought I had crossed the line. I ducked my head under the top bunk, bending awkwardsly over Jess's back so I could reach around to play with her clit, and she groaned loudly in encouragement, but I couldn't hold that position for long, and I hesitantly straightened up again...this time finding myself nose-to-lips with a wet, clean-shaven pussy. Carla's legs dangled over the railing as she held herself open for me, and her hands drew my face in close. Who was I to refuse such an invitation? My tongue stretched out, drawing a shudder as I tickled Carla's clit. I lost it in that moment, and I grabbed tightly to Carla's thighs, eating her lke a starving man while I pounded furiously into Jess's dripping snatch. Jess thrust her body back against me with every stroke; Carla bucked her hips against my face as I continued to lick her in earnest. I grunted with the effort, Carla whimpered with suppressed passion, Jess's groans became a wail as she approached orgasm. Carla finally vocalized as she came, her juices coating my face, her sounds lost as Jess screamed out a monster orgasm. I slammed into Jess a few final hard, raging strokes and roared as I came like a freight train, sagging against the railing as I caught my breath. I finally slid back into the bottom bunk to wrap myself around Jess again, hoping that she was still oblivious to what had just transpired upstairs, but my bubble was soon burst by Carla's giggle.

"You fucking slut, why didn't you tell me you had a good one?"

"Fuck you, he's mine," came Jess's tired reply.

"That's what you think," Carla murmered in response just as I dropped off. I don't know if Jess was meant to hear or not.

To be continued...