The Three Signs - Book 2 - LoriChapter 42: University Ends free porn video

I had already planned my work schedule for my thesis; the date that the completed documents had to be submitted to the Faculty’s review committee were fixed, so I worked back from that date. I would have to work out the best way to produce the master copy of the thesis; I could always use Lori’s electric typewriter; but I thought it might be worthwhile playing around with the troff / nroff document processing software we had on the Unix system here. One of the PhD students was writing a printer driver and developing libraries for a high quality Xerox daisy wheel printer the Department had recently acquired. I had seen a sample of the output from it; it was far superior to the normal ‘decwriter’ dot matrix style output; it was equivalent in quality to the golfball typewriter Lori had.

It had the advantage of having an optional proportional spaced font; that was the main thrust of Greg’s project; writing the software that would do typeset quality text justification and formatting of proportional spaced fonts. I bumped into him in one of the computer labs, and asked him about the possibility of using his system to print out my thesis.

“You can give it a go,” he said. “I’m looking for some good example documents to test out the formatting software. Do you know how to make a document up with troff? I can give you a quick lesson, if you’ve got a spare hour or two.”

After our lesson, I was convinced the troff solution was the way to go. Even though it didn’t have the capability of producing diagrams; I could mark the document up to leave the appropriate space for them. It would be able to generate the table of contents and cross references to diagrams, maintain footnotes, a bibliography, in fact do everything I needed to for the document. The big advantage would be I could write the report over time; I could get Lori to help me with the proofreading and editing, and if I had to rewrite sections, I wouldn’t have to retype (and re-paginate) the whole document. Using that for the production of the thesis report would save me at least two weeks.

Alonzo seemed to be impressed with my suggestion to use the document processing system to publish my thesis report. We sat down and reviewed my proposed structure of the report; he felt that I needed to include another network example, one that could really show the dynamic routing capability.

“The network we have simulating the Kensington campus is good; but it’s pretty much a standard tree network; everything feeds into local nodes, and eventually up to the main data centre,” he said. “What if we look at something that would really have a mesh network?”

“What if we looked at a possible network joining all tertiary education institutions in Sydney?” I suggested. “Say, a hypothetical network linking UNSW, Sydney, NSWIT, Macquarie, CSISO’s research labs. There must be others around, too.”

“Great. Do it, that’s going to be perfect. We can just come up with what would look like a realistic traffic load. As long as it’s plausible, that’s going to be fine.”

I factored that additional work into my project schedule; I was glad Lori had taught me that critical path method of project management; not only did it give me a clear picture of what tasks needed doing, but it help me structure and organize my work into what was the most important. I really didn’t have the time to waste on unimportant stuff.

In between that, I had my lectures to attend, and tutorial classes to run. Not forgetting the various gigs promoting the new album, too. The album was released on August 16; again, there was a well-attended release event at Crystal; the usual industry types were there. Many of the station programming managers were quite pleased that they wouldn’t have to battle censorship and airplay bans this time; and between all of us we had a solid slate of station appearances over the ensuing few weeks. As well, we performed promotional gigs at the usual Sydney venues at least two nights a week; as well as our regular Friday and Saturday night gigs at Crystal, we were kept pretty busy.

Our evening reading sessions were getting hard going; ‘Emmanuelle’ was getting bogged down into some deep philosophical discussions. We decided to put that to one side and to start reading another book that Lori had found; it was called ‘Swimming with Kate’, written by a friend of Lori’s mother called Joe ‘Bondi’ Beach; one of her writing acquaintances. It got her interest, because it was set around the beach pools at Bondi Beach. We enjoyed reading the first chapter together; the long drawn-out seduction, the pure eroticism when the two protagonists finally got to consummate their desires.

“That was good writing,” Megan said. “Is that just the first chapter of that book?”

“There’s several chapters,” I said, flicking through the book. “Enough to keep us going for a week or more.”

“Probably still too early in the year to get to the beach,” Lori said.

“I’ve got some thoughts for something we can do one night, that might be fun,” Megan said. “There was something in that last book, ‘Emmanuelle’ that gave me a thought or two. I’ll just have to find a suitable location; I’ll let you know in the next day or two.

Dinner with Mary

August 14 - 16, 1979

A few evenings later I was parking my car in a narrow lane, somewhere in Paddington. I checked the instructions that Megan had left for me; they were pretty cryptic:

Bellevue Hotel, Hargrave Street, Paddington.

7:15 pm, dress nicely, but not too formal.

We will be at the bar, waiting to be picked up – hopefully by you.

I was only a few minutes late; it took a while to find a place to park. I locked the car, and walked the short distance to the pub. Inside, it looked like a real ‘meat market’. It was fairly full; lots of the younger Eastern Suburbs trendy social set; girls and young women ‘dressed to impress’, as they say. I was sure several of the girls weren’t eighteen yet, but they were all showing off LOTS of young, Eastern Suburbs flesh. A lot of the guys were trying to pick up the girls, most seemed to be unsuccessful. I knew the type of guy; there was a high proportion of them in my tutorial classes; all filled with bullshit and entitlement, nurtured by a childhood of privilege, money and private schools.

I found a table against the back wall, and sat down to survey the scene. I could see Lori and Megan, over at the bar, a bunch of guys hanging around them. And for very good reason, too; they were both dressed very provocatively. Megan had a tight dress on; there was only one shoulder strap on the dress; and it was cut very low across both breasts, and clung tightly to her backside. Lori was wearing a dress that was just as revealing; it wasn’t as tight across the bust as Megan’s, and I suspect that when she leant forward, the two guys sitting opposite her were treated to a view down the front of her dress. At least that’s what I guessed from watching the scene. I’m sure neither of them were wearing any underwear; both dresses appeared to be rather tight around the rear end, and I couldn’t discern any panty lines. But then again, I was sitting some five metres away from them.

I decided it was time to spoil the evening for the guys hanging around them; I stood up, and walked across to the bar, standing just behind them. From my position, I could get a good look down the front of Lori’s dress; as I had suspected, as she leant forward, the front of her dress spilled forward I could glance down to see her uncovered breasts – her nipples were all swollen and puffy – and right down to her waist, where I couldn’t see any underwear.

“Good evening, Ladies,” I said to them, and the both turned around to greet me with a kiss.

“Will! We were just wondering where you had got to,” Megan said, showing a considerable expanse of breast.

“Did you have trouble finding the place?” Lori asked.

I ordered a drink – a Jim Beam on the rocks, and suggested we sit over at my table. They followed me to the booth that I had been sitting at; I slid in to the seat at the back, and they sat on either side of the booth, leaving an empty chair at the end. I took a better look at the two women; both had been dressed up to reveal as much of their bodies while still staying legal – barely. They were both wearing some makeup; very subtle, but I could discern eye shadow, lipstick, mascara to accentuate their features. It was a rare occasion when either of them wore makeup; and both of them looked especially beautiful with their make-up on tonight.

“Excuse me, is this seat taken?” One of the guys from up at the bar was asking if the spare seat at our table was available.

“If you want to take it somewhere with you, feel free,” Lori said. “But this is a private table.”

“What’s the matter, you don’t want extra company?” the guy slurred.

He looked and sounded like he had already had a few drinks; and he struck me as the typical rich eastern suburbs kid, full of self-entitlement. I had seen too many of them in various classes at Uni; assured that because of their family’s money and position, they automatically could have whatever they wanted.

“We’re fine with just the three of us here, thank you,” Megan said.

“Hey, I’m just trying to be friendly,” he said, and moved to turn the chair around and sit in it.

I didn’t know what Lori did to him, she must have somehow tripped him up, but he was lying on the floor on his back, his glass of beer emptied all over his chest. He started yelling, spluttering, and managed to attract the attention of the two bouncers.

“Is this person bothering you,” one large guy said to us. “We are sorry for the disturbance, we will remove him.”

The two of them picked the drunk guy up, and frog-marched him to the door; he was struggling and yelling as he was escorted out. Meanwhile, another staff member came across to our table with a mop and bucket, and cleaned up the spilled drink from the floor, and straightened the chair that had been knocked over.

“The floor there’s going to be wet for a little while,” the cleaner said. “Just be careful when you get out of the booth. We’re sorry for the disturbance.”

“I think someone was rather besotted with you,” I said, to both Lori and Megan.

“He couldn’t take his eyes off Megan’s boobs,” Lori said. “He was so distracted that he didn’t realize that mine were there to be seen, if only he looked!”

“So, what’s the intention of this evening?” I asked.

“We’re having a fun night out,” Megan said.

“More likely your boobs are having a fun night out,” I said softly.

“Well, yeah, that too, I like the idea of letting the girls hang out,” Megan said. “We got the idea from a section in that last book we were reading, ‘Emmanuelle’, where she went out in a very revealing dress, no underwear, and had everybody – men AND women – staring at her body, admiring her tits.”

“We thought that we should try something like that ourselves,” Lori said. “See what attention we could attract, without getting arrested, that is.”

“Well, you both look really good,” I said. “What keeps that dress up over your breasts, Megan? How come things just don’t fall out everywhere?”

“Double sided tape,” she said, “and hope!” she added, laughing.

“I bet Will’s hoping they do fall out,” Lori said. “I had to take a different approach; when I lean forward, a view opens up.”

As she said that, she leant forward onto the table, the front of her dress fell forward, giving me another good view down the front of her dress. Her two breasts were clear to see when I glimpsed down the front of her dress. Her nipples were still lovely and puffy; I wished we were some place where I could suck on them.

“How about we get something for dinner?” Megan suggested. “The dining room here is said to be pretty good, and not all that expensive.”

We decided it was worth trying the restaurant here; the two girls slid out of the booth, trying not to flash their pussies to the world. I slid out, and stood next to them; and we then made our way upstairs. A waitress showed us to a table; and we looked through the menu. All of the dishes sounded good; I went for the grilled barramundi; while Lori chose the ‘pan-seared chicken breast with porcini mushrooms’. Megan ordered a vegetarian dish; a Thai rice noodle salad with onions and ginger.

While we waited for our meals to arrive, I asked the two of them if they enjoyed dressing to show off their bodies, how they felt when other guys ogled them.

“Not just the other guys,” Megan said. “Did you see how our waitress looked at Lori and me? She almost tripped over her tongue as she left the table! Maybe I should somehow ‘accidentally’ let my top slide down a bit, exposing my nipples...”

She smirked as she pushed the top of her dress down, and I could see the dark skin of her areolas begin to appear.

“Maybe a tiny bit more,” Lori said. “Give your nipples some fresh air!”

Megan grabbed the sides of her dress, and wiggled it down a few millimetres until both of her erect nipples popped out from behind the fabric.

“Much better,” I said. “Now, to see if she notices...”

We didn’t have to wait long; our waitress came over to our table with a basket of bread rolls; she saw Megan’s exposed nipples, and almost dropped the bread on the table.

“Um, can I get you some iced water?” she stammered.

She came back quickly with three glasses; Megan was now sitting back in her chair, appearing to be completely oblivious to the fact that her nipples – her ERECT nipples – were completely exposed. The poor waitress; she first looked at Megan, then blushed and looked away quickly. But her curiosity got the better of her, and she again gave the nipples - and the rest of Megan’s boobs – a good, long second look. We thanked her for the water; and before long she was back to ask if we wanted more bread, and then two minutes later to let us know our meals would be out soon. I noticed that after her first ‘viewing’, when she came back her own nipples were erect, at least that’s what I could tell from the two indentations poking from her top.

“Poor girl, she wants to look, and look more ... but she’s embarrassed,” Lori said. “Let me tease her some more.”

We saw the waitress started to head across towards us with our diner plates; Lori fished out an ice cube from her water glass, and reached across and rubbed it around Megan’s exposed nipples. When the waitress arrived at our table, she saw what Lori was doing, and blushed bright red.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m in your way,” Lori said, and moved back to give her space to put down our plates. “My friend was just started to feel a bit hot in here.”

Lori looked up directly at the waitress, and gave her a big, knowing wink. The poor girl looked ever more flustered, and she tried not to look down Lori’s dress as she set her meal in front of her.

“Is there anything else I can get for you?” she managed to ask.

“Not at the moment, but we might want some dessert a little bit later,” Lori said.

“God, you are so BAD, Lori Earle!” Megan said. “Telling her I was hot ... I bet our cute little waitress is getting rather hot herself! I wonder if she’s interested...”

“We could see if one of the old hotel rooms might be available for the evening,” Lori said. “What do you think, Will? Are you up to handling three hot women?”

“All I can say is it’s just as well that I keep myself in a good physical condition,” I said. “What makes you think that our waitress would be interested in more than a generous tip, anyway?”

“She probably wants more than just the tip of your cock in her, I bet,” Megan said. “Just like I do!”

“I think she would want to sample the tips of your tits, Megan,” I said.

“I know she does want that,” Megan said. “Or I strongly suspect she does, and I’m usually right about things like that. I’ll ask her when she comes back.”

By now we had finished our main dishes; the waitress soon returned to clear away the plates.

“I’ve got a question,” Megan started to say. “If we didn’t feel like driving all the way home, I mean, we might want to stay here after dinner ... are there any rooms available in the hotel, where we could stay?”

“I know we do have some,” she said. “We rarely rent them out; but by law, as part of our licensing requirements, we have to be able to offer accommodation. Most of the time they are just crash pads for staff that don’t want to drive home. There is one larger room; it has two double beds; I can see if that can be made available. The beds would need to be made up, but I can do that once things in the dining room settle down.”

“That would be great, and we can help make up the beds, you don’t have to do everything,” Lori said. “We can wait until you’ve finished your shift here; there’s no rush.”

“I think she’s keen,” Megan said.

A few minutes later, she came over to see if we wanted dessert.

“We’ve got New York style cheesecake, apple pie with ice cream, fruit salad with ice cream, pecan Danish with cream, rhubarb pie, or a hot fudge ice cream sundae.”

“Can I have the apple pie with ice cream, and whipped cream?” Lori asked. “I really feel like something creamy tonight.”

“I’ll have the same,” Megan said. “Apple pie, with ice cream and whipped cream.”

“I’ll have the hot fudge sundae,” I said. “Can I have a cherry on it, too?”

“Will likes to eate cherries,” Megan said, licking her lips.

The waitress blushed.

“I’ll make sure you get a cherry,” she said, looking at me and smiling.

“She’s going to give you a cherry,” Megan said to me. “I can remember when I gave you my cherry; that was pretty nice.”

“Megan, I just said I wanted A cherry, not necessarily HER cherry,” I said.

“She may not have one left to give,” Lori said. “Don’t be greedy, Will, just be happy you have us two.”

“I don’t have my cherry to give,” the waitress said softly, her tongue flicking over her lips. “But I will make sure I have something for all three of you ... well ... if you’re interested.”

Megan leant back in her chair, dipped her finger into her glass of water, and traced a wet circle around one of her erect nipples.

“We might have something special for you, too,” Megan said to her. “Maybe something hot ... if you would like.”

The waitress blushed again, but smiled at Megan. The tip of her tongue flicked around her lips. I could clearly distinguish the two indentations her erect nipples were making, through her bra and into her blouse.

“Yes, I think I would like that. Let me see when I’ll be finished up here; there’s only one other table, and they’re just about to pay their bill.”

“I told you she’s hot for all of us,” Megan said. “Damn, she looks so cute and sexy. Tell me Lori, do you think she shaves her pussy?”

Once the other table had paid their bill and left; our waitress came over with our desserts, and sat them down in front of us.

“Would you all like coffee?” she asked.

“Sure; and if you’re not too busy, bring over one for yourself, and sit here with us, Lori said.

Once she was sitting at the table with us, I decided to be a tease. I took hold of the cherry from my sundae; covered it with some cream, and used that to smear some cream on Megan’s exposed nipples.

“Maybe you might like to lick that off from me, Will,” she said, and leant back so I could clean up her nipples.

“I could have done that for you,” the waitress said softly; her face flushed.

“You know, I’m not sure if you told us your name,” Lori said. “I’m Lori, and this is Will, and Megan.”

“I know all of you,” she said. “I saw you perform, at Selina’s the other month, and at the Lifesaver last week. I’ve got all of your albums, too. My name’s Mary, Mary Hagerty.”

She told us how she was in her first year of a Law degree at UNSW; and had moved down to Sydney from Young, in the central west of the state. She was staying at Basser College at the university, and had been working part-time at the restaurant here for three months. I took the opportunity to look closely at her; her long, straight light brown hair was pulled to one side, and hung down her back to just below her shoulders. She had a pale complexion; blue eyes – a classic ‘Anglo-Saxon’ look; typical of much of the rural parts of the state. I could see hanging from her neck a small golden crucifix suspended on a thin golden chain; no doubt a good Catholic girl; probably attended the convent school in Young. If only the nuns knew what she was about to do...

Eventually we had finished our desserts and coffees; Mary suggested that we give her a couple of minutes to shut the dining room up, and we could go upstairs to the room. We paid our bill – including a rather generous tip for her – and waited for Mary to close up the dining room.

She led us out of the room and to the landing of the stairs leading down to the ground floor. There were also some steep, narrow stairs leading up; there was a corridor on the upper level, with a number of doors leading from it, into the bedrooms, I assumed. She unlocked a door at the corner of the corridor, turned on the light and led us into what would be our room for the night. There were two iron framed double beds, a large wooden wardrobe, and a nightstand between the two beds. She retrieved some sheets from a linen closet in the hallway, and the four of us made the two beds.

“You know, I’ve never done this before,” she said to us. “I mean, I’ve slept with guys and all that, but ... I’ve never gone to bed with a guy that I’ve just met, let alone three people, including girls.”

“If you’re feeling uncomfortable about it, you don’t have to stay with us,” Megan said, holding her hand. “We understand perfectly.”

“No, I want to stay ... I’m really curious. I’ve always felt that I would love to try stuff, to do things with another girl ... but ... living in a little country town, I mean, I can’t just say to one of my girlfriends ‘Hey, I’d love to suck your tits’; I’ve never had the opportunity to try things ... at least, not until tonight.”

“Well, what would you say if I said to you ‘Mary, I’d love to suck your tits’?” Megan said.

Mary said nothing; she just whipped off her blouse, reached behind her back to unfasten her bra, and tossed that on the floor. She pulled Megan close to her; Megan started sucking on one of Mary’s small, pert breasts. Mary moaned softly, and ran a hand through Megan’s hair. Meanwhile, Megan unzipped the back of her dress, and the sheath slipped from her body to the floor.

Lori and I watched the two of them make out; well, I didn’t just watch, I unzipped Lori’s dress and removed that from her while she unbuttoned my shirt. I then removed my shoes, socks and trousers, and Lori pulled my undies down. Our clothes were together in a pile on the floor. Meanwhile, Megan had removed the remainder of Mary’s clothes, and they were now lying on the bed; positioned so they could easily suck each other’s breasts.

“God, that looks so sexy!” Lori whispered to me.

I was standing behind her, my arms wrapped around her stomach and my prick pressed between the cleft of her buttocks. She was rocking slightly from side to side, rubbing her arse against my prick.

“Why are we still standing up?” Lori asked me. “I would have thought you would have already got me down on the bed, and having a second dessert of my hot Lori juices?”

I didn’t need a second invitation; I pushed her down onto the bed, spread her legs wide apart, and dove between her legs. Her pussy was already soaking wet; I slid two fingers inside her, and started licking around her clit. It didn’t take Lori all that long to come; she groaned loudly as her body shook. I looked across to the other bed; Megan and Mary were now locked in their own sixty-nine; Mary was on top of Megan, her head buried between her thighs. As I watched, both of them came, both groaning loudly.

“Oh my God,” Mary exclaimed, as she rolled off Megan, and sat up on the bed. “I’ve never come that hard before! Oh my God, Megan, you know just where to touch me, just how to use your tongue...”

“You’re no slouch at it either, kiddo,” Megan said. “Are you sure that’s the first time you’ve eaten pussy?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, damn, you’re good at it.”

“Can I have a turn?” Lori asked. “What if Megan and I swap partners?”

Lori and Megan swapped beds; as Megan moved next to me, she lay on her side facing me, pulled me close to her, and we kissed. I could taste what I assumed to be Mary’s juices on her lips.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I whispered to Megan.

“No, keep yourself for Mary,” Megan said. “She told me how she has fantasized about you since seeing you up on stage. Instead, how about you finger me as you lick my pussy?’

I moved down so I was positioned between Megan’s thighs; her bare pussy lips were plumped up and spread wide open. I could see her juices coating her pussy; as I slide my fingers inside her, more juices oozed out around them. I curled them up inside her to rub the front walls of her vagina; meanwhile I focussed my tongue right on her clit. It didn’t take all that long for her to come; she told me to keep licking and fingering her; a minute or two later, she came again, even stronger than before. I sat up, and pulled Megan up so I could kiss her on the lips. She broke the kiss, and licked around my lips and face, cleaning her juices from me.

Lori and Mary had both come again; they were sitting up on their bed, panting. Mary had her arm around Megan, and Megan was caressing one of Mary’s breasts.

“Oh my, if the Nuns at the convent could see me now!” Mary said. “They would be most disappointed with me; I would be in heaps of trouble.”

“Some of the nuns might want to see if you are as good at that as I think you are,” Lori said. “They might like to sample the delights of a young Mary.”

“You’re bad!” Mary said. “They’re not like that! Well ... maybe one or two of them could be like that, we always had our suspicions about Sister Agnetha and Sister Constance; they seemed to be particularly close.”

“I guess that’s not all that uncommon,” Megan said.

“Could I ask both of you a rather personal question?” Mary said. “You’ve both trimmed your pubic hair; Megan, yours has been shaved off completely. I really like how it looks, and how it feels. What’s it like to shave it smooth? Why do you do it?”

“I always kept mine fairly trimmed,” Megan said. “A few months ago, I decided to shave it all off; I like how it feels, I like how it looks. Will and Lori like it that way, too. Shaving it isn’t a big deal; once I had all the hair shaved off, I just have to touch things up every few days. I do that in the shower, when I shave my armpits.”

“I like keeping mine down to just the little strip at the top,” Lori said. “I’ve always done that, well ever since the hair started growing. I love the way my pussy lips feel smooth when I touch them.”

“I think it looks pretty sexy,” Mary said. “I might start to do the same myself.”

“You should have a close look at Will, too,” Lori said. “He shaves down there, too.”

I stood up, and moved over to the other bed, so that Mary could see my bare crotch. She reached across, and tentatively touched my balls, running her fingers around them.

“Oh, wow! That looks so cool! Did you do that to yourself?”

“Well, initially Lori and Megan shaved me; and that was pretty nice, actually. But I just touch it up each morning in the shower. I don’t want the stubble to grow; it would be as itchy as buggery!”

“I can imagine!” she said. “I mean, you can’t really reach down inside your pants and scratch your balls whenever it gets bad.”

“Well, it’s pleasant when I do it, but yeah, there are times when it’s not appropriate.”

Mary still had her fingers wrapped around my shaft; with her other hand she was caressing my balls. She leant forward, and slid her lips over my knob, and took the full length of my prick into her mouth, swirled her tongue around my knob, then released me.

“It’s nice without all that hair to tickle me, too,” she said, and took my full length into her mouth again.

“I think I know a much nicer part of me that can take you inside,” she said. “That’s if you two are okay with that, Lori, Megan?”

“Of course you can,” Lori said.

“We made sure to keep him for you,” Megan added. “Go for it, girl!”

I looked at Mary, her eyes were wide open, and she was breathing heavier.

“Do you want to?” I asked.

She didn’t answer, simply pulled me down on top of her on the bed. I felt her legs wrap around my thighs, and her hand moved down to guide my prick inside her. Her cunt was a hot, molten pool; I slid in slowly, just enjoying the sensations as her tight cunt slid around my knob. When I reached the bottom of her cunt, I paused.

“Oh my God!” Mary cried out. “Yeah, just fuck me!”

I pushed myself up with my arms; I could look down and see her pert breasts rocking back and forward as I pumped in and out. I slowed down; wanting to prolong things, I didn’t want to come too soon. Lori and Megan moved in on either side of Mary, each one sucking on a breast. Seeing the two of them, each feasting on one of Mary’s tits was so erotic, I didn’t care that I couldn’t see her breasts any more. I concentrated on sliding in and out; feeling her lovely tight cunt moving around my cock. I suspect she may have come twice; but it was all a confused mass of bodies, breasts, people moaning and groaning.