Odd Opportunities Ch. 01

When I ran into Trevor on campus a week ago, I had absolutely no intention of things working out the way they did. However, isn't that how most chains of weird experiences happen though? At least in this case it did. Trevor and I had been good friends in high school, running in the same circle of friends. We'd hung out quite a bit together back then in our group, which I guess would be labeled 'straight-edge' nowadays. None of us drank much or partied with other kids who were into weed or worse, just had fun in more laid back ways. Despite the friendship we'd had, I hadn't seen him around for a couple of years so we had a lot to catch up on.

After some small chit chat in the University book store we agreed to meet for coffee the next day to have a meaningful long conversation. I couldn't help but notice how much he had grown up since I had seen him last! He'd grown a couple of inches in height, and totally had filled out a lot from his previously lanky appearance. I could tell he'd been working out to develop the muscular swimmer's build he now had.

Topping off his great body was a pair of piercing blue eyes, messy blond hair, and a great smile. I'd always thought he was an attractive guy, don't get me wrong, but running into him after so long sort of made me look at him in a slightly new light. Instead of the goofy, smart-ass, class clown type that everybody got along with in high school was now a more mature-looking, considerably sexy guy.

It's a great thing to be able to appreciate a good looking guy but still be able to just be good friends, and Trevor was always that. Looking only to rediscover our easy-going platonic friendship, it was going to be great to reconnect. I really was curious to see what he'd been up to!

For myself, I'd totally changed since high school in quite a few ways. Although I have always been what guys call "top heavy" (I'm like 5 ft. 3, pretty petite despite having an unfortunate/fortunate 34D cup size depending on how you look at it), I never had used it to my advantage like some girls typically did. Instead of the long boring chestnut hair I had back then, I now had a closely cropped chunky cut head of black hair with streaks of blue. I have my navel and nose pierced too, and I usually wear blue contact lenses to accent my hair. I wasn't too outgoing in high school, whereas now I'm quite the opposite. I wasn't that big of a flirt then either, and I was with only two guys in long term relationships during that time.

Since then I've seriously opened up to A LOT.–sexually and otherwise I date all the time, do a fair share of "hooking up" with some great-looking hotties on campus, and generally am not hung up on feeling like I have to limit myself. I wouldn't ever use the word "slutty" to describe my behavior; I use good judgment and never ever do anything that I don't feel is safe or what I don't feel compelled to do. I guess I'm just your average 21-year-old college female exploring all the fun stuff that there is to experience before the real world limits me. Call me a free spirited, yet non-typical, sexually liberated girl–that's what I think I am! But enough about me for right now...

So when Trevor and I met at the coffee shop the next day, it seriously was like old times. We caught up on what we knew about people from high school, swapped rumors we had heard about them and the like. He was still incredibly goofy and funny, and I could tell we still had that fun guy and girl platonic relationship going that would continue as long as we knew each other. It was like nothing had changed much at all. But then we got onto the subject of relationships–he had broken up with a long term girlfriend not too long ago and was sort of dating a new girl. He seemed to be a bit disgruntled with the concept of serious relationships because of the recent breakup, which I couldn't blame him for.

Then it was my turn. I completely blew his mind with some general stories of partying a lot with my girlfriends, going out to clubs, hooking up with guys, and not really worrying about getting into a girlfriend/boyfriend thing.

"Wow! You're the crazy one! Shit, you got to college and freaked out! You're the epitome of the 'girl gone wild'" Trevor joked.

"Hey! That's no fair! I'm just having fun, and if I flash my tits at a camera I'm definitely gonna' get paid for it. I'm smarter than those dumb ass chicks you're referring to." I retorted.

He just laughed, as did I. He really pressed me on stuff I had done, wanting all the details on the crazy things I may or may not have tried.

"So what's like one of the crazier situations you have gotten yourself into? I am sure you have some pretty good stories to share," he asked quizzically.

"Whoa, whoa young man! You think I'm going to spill my guts to you after not seeing you for a couple years? No way... a girl has to have some secrets. Plus I'd probably freak you out," I added.

"You think so huh? Interesting." he replied.

I could tell that the little wheels of imagination were spinning in his head at this point. That and I noticed he glanced down at my tits. Not that I really minded much, when you're chesty like me, it's something that happens every two seconds around guys so you just get used to it. I wondered what he was thinking–most likely if I liked to have a guy fuck my tits, I thought. Practically every guy I'd been with since my sexual awakenings at college had done exactly that or at least tried to at some point. I imagined he was probably picturing something like me on my knees tittyfucking some hot guy in a club bathroom stall while a friend played look-out.

Oh, if he only knew that was something I actually did two months earlier! I figured I would maybe share that story with him sometime, but this was the first time we talked in what seemed like forever. I didn't want to make him think I was a completely trashy weird-o! The story spinning would come later, I was sure, especially since it seemed like we were going to be great friends.

So we got to talking about the 2 week trimester break coming up and what plans we had. We both were heading back home for our subsequent "family time", and both agreed on the fact that we weren't looking forward to it. I had my vacation plans to go to Ft. Lauderdale fall through because of money woes. Trevor was in the same situation, no extra money for a fun vacation. But again, he started to steer the conversation into what crazy stuff I would have done had I been able to go.

"You probably entered one of those wet t-shirt contests I bet," Trevor teased with a wink.

"Oh God no!" I snapped back. "You're way off on that one!"

It actually was my best friend Georgia who entered one in Cancun last year when we were there. I don't think they're much fun to tell you the truth, plus it's honestly demeaning towards women in my opinion. It's a self-esteem thing. I don't need a crowd of screaming guys whooping it up for me to appreciate my sexual power. It's not my type of thing, so I didn't enter.

I shifted the conversation back to the upcoming break.

"So do you have a car here?" I asked him. "Because we should seriously make the trip home together, you know? It'll be fun, my parents won't have to come down and pick me up, plus then we can split the gas money."

"You know, that's a great idea. I really, really hate making that long-ass trip home by myself. It would be stupid for the two of us to drive separately when you think about it," Trevor agreed.

We quickly decided on a travel plan–he would pick me up Friday around 1 p.m. after he got done working at the front desk of his dormitory and we would make the 10 hour trip home together. After our great conversation at the coffee shop, I knew it would be a good trip. I also knew in the back of my head that he would no doubt be grilling me with questions about my wild times since we'd last seen one another.

At around 1:30 p.m. on Friday, I met Trevor out front of my apartment all packed and ready for the long trip ahead. It was pretty warm already, and I'd dressed appropriately. I threw on a plain white halter and my most comfortable jean shorts. I hoped that I wasn't dressed too teasingly, as my tits were sort of on display in the halter. But then again, it really doesn't matter what sort of top I wear–when your boobs are big, there's just not much you can do about it. Trevor showed up in comfortable clothes as well, wearing sweats and what we all around here call a "wife-beater", or a tight,white tank top shirt. We got everything packed up in his Dad's Cadillac in no time and were on our way home.

The first couple hours on the interstate were spent chatting about school, what we liked and disliked about it, what classes we'd taken, and our majors. I am a psychology major and I found out that he was thinking about switching to psychology from a communications major. We both agreed we were pretty intelligent people and complemented each other on it.

After awhile we stopped at a rest stop to use the bathroom and get some extremely overpriced snacks. Trevor asked if I minded driving for awhile, so I became pilot for the next segment of the trip. We both got comfortable and started conversing again. It wasn't long before Trevor started in with the curious line of questioning he had started at the coffeehouse.

"So you make it sound like you've changed quite a bit since high school, Elise. I never would have guessed you'd turn into a party girl! Especially the type of girl who doesn't feel all that weird about doing the 'hook up' thing out on the bar scene," Trevor stated.

"Well, I guess I finally got over a lot of my hang-ups in life. Like I said before, I'm just having fun while I can, you know? So when the opportunity to do something fun arises and I feel like going for it, I do just that."

"Right on," Trevor replied, "That's really cool, honestly. More people need to have that sort of attitude; the world would be a lot more fun and quite a bit less closeted. You know what I'm saying?"

"Exactly! I just figure that unless I take advantage of the present I might not get a chance to do a bunch of fun things. I don't want to regret missed opportunities when I get older," I explained.

"So what sort of 'fun things' and 'opportunities' have you taken advantage of then, hmmm?" Trevor asked me, smirking slyly.

I knew what he was getting at, but asked, "Are we talking sexually or what then?"

"Whichever... it's up to you if you want to take it that route," he answered with another mildly masked smart-ass smile.

I laughed, "Of course that's the route you want me to take! Such the typical guy! Ok, ok, ok...what do you want to know exactly then? I guess I'll share." I was as equally curious about his experiences, but thought it'd be fun to give him the opportunity to inquire first.

"Well, I want to know what one of the wildest sexual situations you've gotten into is." he inquired, adding, "I mean it can't be THAT outrageous! And spare no detail, because you're right, I AM a typical guy sometimes!"

"Trevor, Trevor, Trevor... you really have no idea! But ok, you have to ask specific questions otherwise this will be completely one sided. I'm not just going to blab on and on about how freaky I can be without making you work for it a little," I replied with a smile.

Trevor chuckled, "Ok, you're right, let's see...all right, have you ever had sex or oral sex out in a public place before?"

"Of course! A few times actually... the most recent was at the Rotation Station," I disclosed, wondering how he would react.

"Are you kidding me!?" Trevor asked incredulously, "You fucked somebody in that club?!! Wow! Now that's somethin else, our baby Elise has grown up to be a little wild exhibitionist!"

I laughed hysterically at this, but added, "Well, I didn't 'fuck' him. Not in the conventional way anyhow."

Trevor's jaw dropped and quickly turned to face me while I drove, "My God, I'm shocked here, girl! But what the hell do ya mean by not fucking him in a 'conventional' way? I know you're not talking about anal sex! Or..."

"OHHHHH HELL NO!," I responded quickly, cutting him off. I laughingly added, "No, NOT anal sex. UGH! YUCK!"

Then I just simply said, nervous yet curious about his impending response, "I, you know...., put his cock between my tits, squeezed 'em together and let him fuck me that way."

There was a moment of silence. I laughed again, asking half-jokingly, "Um, Trevor?? You O.K.??"

He took a second to break out of his transfixed stare at no thing or place in particular, saying, "Goddamn, Elise, that's really hot. Not to mention freaking nutty!" He swallowed hard, then shook his head. "Wow, so uhhh, you obviously gave him head too, right?"

"Well yeah, I mean, you can't very well tit-fuck a guy without sucking his dick too. That's just part of the deal–especially as it's poking up directly at your mouth anyway," I said matter-of-factly, shrugging off my explanation as common knowledge.

Shaken up by my straightforwardness a bit, Trevor nodded and said, "Yeah, you're right I suppose. Although I've only seen titfucking done in porno movies!"

"Only in porno, eh? Yeah, it's sort of funny how real life sometimes works out like a porn scene. That's pretty much how this situation worked out," I added. I wanted to inquire further why he hadn't ever done that to a girl before, but Trevor jumped in.

"That's a good point, which leads me to ask this: how did this all go down then?" stopping to crack up for a second, "Excuse the pun!"

I laughed hard at that one but went into describing exactly what happened. I explained how I had been out to a couple clubs near the campus with two friends Georgia and Aindrea, finally hitting the Rotation Station. There was a group of guys that seemed to be following us around from club to club, and ended up dancing right by us out on the dance floor.

I told Trevor about all the grinding, kissing, fondling, grasping, and stroking I ended up doing with one of them, right there on the floor. I explained how Georgia and I headed to the bathroom and how the guy followed us in, refusing to leave until I talked to him in a bathroom stall. Well talking lead to kissing–kissing lead to much more, I told him. I described everything, from how he sucked on my nipples to how the guy's thick seven inch cock felt in my hand.

"Until all of a sudden, I find myself peeking out of the stall with my goodies hanging out asking Georgia to keep a watch for us while we messed around," I said, pantomiming how I did it.

I then continued with the story, "Then I plopped down on the toilet seat cover, took him in my mouth, and the rest is history!"

Trevor seemed dumbfounded but intensely and genuinely interested still, asking, "Wait, Georgia was there? She was watching you guys while you were in the stall? Wow..."

"Well she wasn't supposed to be watching US," I clarified, "But at one point after he fucked my tits for a few minutes, I was sucking him, right before he was about to cum actually, I saw her peeking through the crack of the stall door."

Trevor's bright blue eyes were huge and intense as he asked me his next question.

"So where did he cum then, with your friend Georgia watching everything?"

I took a sharp breath and asked him first in a teasing manner, "Are you sure you can handle this?"

Trevor laughed out loud and assured me, "I'm a big boy. I think I can handle it. Come on, you're keeping me in suspense here, Elise! Tell me!"

Before I had a chance to answer, I noticed something. Trevor's cock. Scratch that, Trevor's really big, hard cock! It was making an easily noticed appearance underneath the sweat pants he was wearing–tenting up and to the left slightly. Granted, he was trying to hide it with his seating position and his left forearm but it was very apparent what was going on under there. Obviously I knew he had been probably getting a little turned on by all my storytelling, but I failed to recognize exactly how much! I looked away quickly so not to embarrass him and answered his question, with added effect:

"All over my freaking face and tits. Seriously, I had my eyes open the entire time and I've never ever had so much cum flying at me before or since. I had big strings of it hanging from my cheeks, chin, and lips. Not to mention a few that splattered my chest and tits. It was sorta thick and super-hot too. Georgia said I looked like a porn star," I turned and looked at him as I finished my sentence to see his reaction.

"Jesus Christ! That's fucking crazy Elise! You honestly let a guy you just met fuck your tits and cum all over you in a public restroom. Incredible!" As Trevor finished this sentence, I noticed he tried repositioning himself so that is obvious hard-on wasn't so noticeable.

I decided to torture him a little more by adding, "I didn't 'let' him cum on me, I was the one doing the aiming Trevor. If you let the guy do it on his own in that sort of situation, you're liable to lose an eyeball! And remember too that Georgia saw all of this."

He responded with a good laugh, "Oh right, she WAS still watching, wasn't she? Damn, damn, damn! I can't believe it, quite honestly! I probably wouldn't even believe it if I had been watching myself."

"You wish you had been there to watch!" I teased. "Georgia did tell me later though that it was incredibly cool yet surreal seeing me with that guy."

"I bet!" Trevor retorted, "I have to admit that your little story is most likely the hottest story I have ever heard from a girl. Congratulations, you get grand prize!" He then squirmed around in his seat some more, and I tried not to stare at what he was trying to conceal.

I laughed, more so at the fact that he was having even more trouble keeping his big hard on in check than his jokes. Knowing he had a hard on because of my disclosure was beginning to get to me and I could tell my nipples were getting hard. They always get sort of itchy when they get that way, and I definitely got that 'urge-to-rub-them' feeling just then. Just talking about sexual matters with purely platonic friends can still get you a bit heated, so I didn't overanalyze my reaction. It was just as naturally human as Trevor's erection. These things happen to everyone and there's not much you can really do about it.

"So ya liked the story I take it, huh?" I asked.

"Hell yeah Elise. You're right; I had no idea about exactly how much you've changed!" As he finished his sentence, he pretty much readjusted his straining cock with his hand. It was too much to keep from saying something about it.

"Um, are you having some trouble over there chief?" I asked as humorously and innocently as possible.

Trevor instantly turned beet red, nervously he replied, "Ohhhh, uh, yeah, I guess so. Sorry, but shit, that was a seriously erotic run down you just gave! Plus I'm having some boxer-short issues here and that isn't helping much."

I giggled. "It's me who should apologize, I shouldn't have said anything. Those sweat pants definitely don't do much to hide your 'predicament' either. I just couldn't help but notice," I added.

Trevor looked genuinely perplexed, turned on, and uncomfortable at the same time after I said this. This was an awkward, yet erotically charged scenario right in the car. This was really turning me on.

After a minute or two of silence, Trevor suddenly piped up, "Goddammit, I hate these boxers! I always slip out the fly-hole in these because they're too tight. It's very uncomfortable with how, um, things are right now. And talking about it constantly REALLY isn't helping things."

I honestly began to feel bad for him at this point. "Well, what do ya need to do, uhh, adjust things? There's not another rest stop for at least 20 miles or so. At least that's what the last sign read."

"SHIT, we can't very well stop on the side of the interstate here. With my luck, somebody would drive by and think I was flashing, and then call the cops or something!" Trevor laughed saying this. At least this was still sort of funny to him, despite the obvious embarrassment.