Magic Eight Ball Says...

Chris almost certainly had the cutest personality of any woman I've ever known. No matter what was going down, she could always find the cutest response to it. This was especially true when she was high, which as I recall was most of the time, or at least when she was hosting a party in her dorm suite, which was, again, most of the time. She was always carrying around a Magic Eight Ball, and any time someone would ask her something, she'd hold the Magic Eight Ball over her head, shake it while repeating the question, and then read the answer out loud. Her cute personality was endearing and somehow delicious.

She was also really cute looking, and had a nice pair of tits, but her body...well, she was thick around the waist, which ruined what would have been an otherwise nice body. Nevertheless, despite the lack of an hourglass shape, she had a bit of a sexiness to her, and when her cuteness was factored in, there was not one guy in the dorms who didn't want to fuck her silly.

One Friday night she and a few others were hosting a multi-suite party spanning three suites and two floors. It seemed like literally everyone in the dorms was there, and of course Kristin and I went, though Kristin got there long before I did because I was working late. It ended up being a really strange night.

When I arrived, I saw Kimberly downstairs with a beer in her hand walking into her suite, where the music was playing. I said hi, and followed her in, thinking that she was going back into the party. She wasn't. "We need more salt for the margaritas we're making upstairs," she said. She went to her cupboard, grabbed the salt, and turned around. She was short and incredibly petite, with a great smile, and medium tits that, because of her size, appeared to be much larger than they actually were. She was wearing a tiny pair of tan shorts, and a brown halter top, and sticking out of both a bit.

"Are you just getting here?" She was a bit drunk, which would have been a good thing except that she and Kristin were pretty good friends. She was also probably the most submissive woman I've ever known. Dangerously submissive, the kind of submissiveness that begs to be taken advantage of. But she was definitely off limits. Definitely.

"Yeah, I just got off work," I said. "The party upstairs?"

"Yeah," she said, "but it's getting a bit boring. Everyone's high, and just sitting around talking now." Her shorts were a little too short, and she wasn't wearing a bra. I had to remind myself that she and Kristin were friends.

But if she and Kristin were friends, there wouldn't be any upside to her telling Kristin what we were about to do. I walked over and took the beer from her, and drained it. "You look hot tonight," I said. I set down the beer, grabbed her around the waist, and kissed her. She kissed me back. She set the salt down next to the beer without looking, and I picked her up and carried her to her bed.

"Lock the door," she said. I got up and went to the door, flipped the lock and returned. She was naked. Her tits weren't as nice as I'd imagined; I'd thought they'd have been firm enough not to hang off to the side as much as they did, and she had big areolas and small nipples. But I wasn't interested in her tits, I was interested in what lay underneath the small patch of hair between her thighs. She spread her legs invitingly.

I pulled off my shirt and dropped my pants and joined her. We kissed for a bit, until my cock got hard, and then she pushed my briefs off with her feet. She was surprisingly loose and deep for such a small woman, I had not expected her to take me all the way to the hilt so easily. We fucked for about twenty minutes, then I lifted her up as I stood, set her ass down on her desk, and fucked her standing up until I came inside her. I continued thrusting in and out of her while we kissed some more, wanting to drain every last drop of cum into her, then pulled out. My cum gushed out of her gaping cunt onto the floor.

We got dressed, and I volunteered to clean up the mess so that she could return to the party several minutes before I showed up. I didn't want Kristin to see us coming in together.

When I got upstairs and went into Chris' suite, Kimberly was in the other room, on the other side of the bathroom--there were two rooms to a suite, separated by a bathroom--and Kristin was in Chris' room, drinking a beer and smoking a bowl in the front of the room. I smiled at her to let her know I was there, then went in search of a beer. Chris was sitting on the ice chest. "Hey. Can I grab a beer?"

She held the Magic Eight Ball in the air and shook it. "CAN I GET A BEER?" I said, loudly. She lowered it and we looked. "Magic Eight Ball says...it is decidedly so." She stood, I opened the ice chest, and grabbed a Kirin. She sat back down, I sat next to her, and we talked and drank.

After a while I went into the bathroom to take a leak, and afterward went into the other room to see who was in there. Kimberly poured me a margarita, and we chatted for a bit. When my glass was empty, she filled it again, and I left through the bathroom.

The stall door opened. "Oh! You startled me!" Chris said. She had forgotten to lock both doors when she came in to pee. She grabbed my margarita and drained it.

"I was drinking that!" I said, laughing.

She gave me a long look, as if she were contemplating something. "I'm not going to fuck you, you know." That came out of nowhere.

"That's not what I was going to ask." I was confused, but let it go. "But even if I had, wouldn't you have had to ask the Magic Eight Ball?"

She looked at me again for several seconds, then suddenly held up the Magic Eight Ball. "Should I fuck him?" she asked, shaking the ball. When she lowered it, we both read the answer simultaneously: "My sources say no." It was settled. But I wondered what she would have done had the answer been, say, "Signs point to yes."

"Wait," she said. "What were you going to ask?"

Realising half of a Magic Eight Ball's answers were in the affirmative, and that Chris might actually act on an affirmative answer, I took a chance. "Can I eat your pussy?" It was an honest question.

Her jaw dropped and her eyes widened in surprise, but after a few seconds she slowly raised her hand and started shaking. "Can he eat my pussy?" she repeated. "Magic Eight Ball says..."

We both looked: "Yes."

She lowered her hand and we stared at each other. After an uncomfortably long time, she suddenly asked: "Here?"

I lowered myself to my knees, and ran my hands up her legs, pushing her skirt over her hips. She was wearing incredibly plain, white panties, a real turn-off for me, but so be it. The Magic Eight Ball had spoken. I pulled them off and didn't give them a second thought. She leaned back against the sink, lifted her right leg and hooked it over my shoulder, and I sunk my tongue in her cunt.

She had a fairly thick triangle of brown hair covering her mons, but not nearly as much covering her vulva, and her labia parted easily allowing my tongue full access. I alternated between penetrating her cunt, licking her labia, and pulling her clit and hood between my lips and sucking on them. She came hard and fast, lasting just long enough to get me thoroughly aroused.

I picked up her panties, stood and handed them to her. "Thanks." I said. I wanted to tell her she should consider always wearing nice panties, just in case, but refrained.

She could see how aroused I was. My pants were bulging. "I bet you wish the Magic Eight Ball had let you fuck me," she said, smiling.

"Maybe next time," I replied. I grabbed my glass, and then stopped. "Give me the Magic Eight Ball," I said. She handed it to me, and I held it aloft and gave it a good shake. We looked: "As I see it, yes."

"What was the question?" she asked.

I smiled. "Magic Eight Ball says we need more salt." I grabbed my glass and went to find Kimberly.