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Master PC - The ProtectorChapter 5: Charlie's Café free porn video
I sat up in bed, and the details of the dream faded from sight. The sun was warm and I noticed more cars in the parking lot below. Nature's morning call prompted me to get up for the day and immediately I noticed a gooey, sticky feeling in my shorts. Remembering enough of the dream, I knew that my body mush have physically responded to the fantastic encounter. After gathering a towel, clothes, and shower equipment, I made for the bathroom.
Peeling away my underwear confirmed my suspicion. I carefully wiped away the mess and gave my donation to the toilet. While in the shower, thoughts of Renée crept back into my head. I never could have guessed that I would have actually gotten to talk to her at length, much less have sex with such a scrumptious woman, but it had happened and later that morning I was supposed to meet her at Charlie's Café. She had told me she wanted more of me, and the idea of having her again caused the appropriate response. With a touch I realized that something was different. Looking at myself, I saw the distinction and actually rubbed my eyes to make certain what I was seeing was correctly.
Fully erect, I was bigger than I had ever been. It was like the dream of Renée actually increased my size. The idea of having grown delighted me and I wondered how Renée would react. Then it dawned on me that she might not react in a positive manner. She might even be scared of such a change. What if she withdrew from me because of the change? What if she pulled away with a look of horror? Positive ... I needed to stay positive. She hadn't been repulsed by me the night before. She seemed to have enjoyed our encounter and she asked me to meet her the next morning. That had to mean something, right? I concentrated on getting clean, including my growth, and climbed out of the shower.
As I dried off, thoughts of my change continued. What if she liked me being bigger? I'd overheard other guys talk in passing about how women like bigger ... things. Maybe it wouldn't actually harm our budding relationship. Maybe it would help it along.
I wished I knew how it had happened. What could cause that much of a change overnight? Doctors say that losing or gaining weight too quickly could risk one's health. Could sudden growth in sexual organs be unhealthy? I'd heard of guys having such equipment, but never of anyone suddenly being hung like this when the day before they weren't. Then again, what guy would actually admit to ever having a small one? I was certainly happy about the change, but I hoped that it didn't wreck what I seemed to have with Renée.
After getting dressed, I went back to my room and began gathering my sheets and clothes from the night before for laundry. Then I saw the time, 9:45.
"I'm supposed to meet her at 10:00!"
Quickly, I grabbed my glasses to find the campus map and something was wrong. Looking about the room, everything was blurry. I took off the glasses and looked at them. They were clean and clear, so I put them back on. Again, everything was blurry, but when I took them off I could see just fine.
Knowing the time, I didn't think about it anymore. I tore through the room, found the campus map and located the café. It wasn't too far, but I would still have to run to get there in time. I got my shoes and socks on then took off at breakneck speed through the building and down the road.
I got to the café within minutes and stopped to catch my breath just outside the door. Passers-by stared, but I didn't care. Keeping Renée's interest was all that mattered at the moment. I noticed patrons entering and leaving as I panted. Charlie's Café was a fairly busy place from the look of it.
The outside of the building matched the décor of the area's businesses and the café had that feel of a redecorated diner. It was built around the corner of the street with entrances along both sides. Along UTA Boulevard, another door exited to a parking lot alongside the café.
Gazing through the windows, I spotted Renée just sitting down with a cup of coffee and a sheet of paper. I headed to the entrance and stepped into the cooler air.
Inside, the diner theme was obvious, but with touches to make the place more modern. The booths that lined the walls no longer had the older style upholstery, but smooth tanned leather. The linoleum table tops had been replaced with a more natural wooden top, as was the main counter. Even the stools had new covers but only a few of them were occupied. The back wall behind the counter was decorated with the owner's taste in art work and a large board displayed the menu for patrons to order from. The music that filled the air was loud enough to enjoy but not so much as to overpower private conversations.
Almost immediately, I heard Renée call my name. I walked over to her booth, taking in the sight of her. Her long blonde hair was pulled back in a high pony tail. Most of the wavy strands were back. If her hair were shorter, it would curl naturally. Her sparkling blue eyes and full red lips were smiling at me. She was wearing a light pink tank top which was stretched almost obscenely across her chest. I was pretty certain that she wasn't wearing a bra since the material was so smooth and her nipples so large. Her softly tanned skin reflected the sunlight almost like it had a light of its own. She stood up to meet me and her long, curvy legs were framed by a pair of denim shorts that hugged her hips snugly. Her smooth feet were encompassed by leather sandals.
I stepped up and received a light peck on the lips. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her body was against mine in a heartbeat. "I'm glad you're here," she said low and breathy. "I was afraid I would have to come to your room and drag you out of bed."
I just smiled, "You would've had fun doing that anyway."
She smiled more, "Yes. Yes I would." She gave me a deeper kiss and then we sat down. I noticed the paper she'd been reading and asked about it.
"It's my class schedule. I only have five classes and they're spread out very nicely over the week." She let me look it over. It reminded me that I had to choose my classes. "We can do that later this afternoon. We can also see about getting you a better place to live."
"I just moved into my room. Why would I want to move already?" I hadn't even gotten used to the layout, much less found a reason to not want to live there.
"Those dorms don't really give you a lot of privacy, and you don't strike me as an exhibitionist. Err ... someone who likes having other guys gawk at him while having sex."
She had a very good point, and the dread spreading across my face at the idea got a chuckle from her.
"What's with the red face?"
I didn't know how to explain. The thought of me and her rolling around in my bed, while a roommate I hadn't met yet watched, just didn't appeal to me. Then again, there was the concern over my recent change. "I think you're right about the need for privacy if..."
She smiled a bit, her eyes reading me. "If what? If we end up getting each other hot, but other people are around?"
That put things in a completely different perspective. Not getting any privacy in my own room would be one thing; being so revved up that I couldn't control myself in a public place would be something else entirely. I had certainly enjoyed our encounter the night before and though the door had been locked, the possibility of being watched held a certain excitement.
Renée reached over and stroked my cheek while a smile played across her lips. "You are so cute when you blush. I wouldn't want to cause any discomfort."
"Really, it's okay."
"Well, tell me this: would you be more bashful at me talking casually about sex, or just fucking me right now in front of all these people?"
My eyes went wide and I looked around quickly. Nobody was paying any attention to our conversation, but then we were in a corner talking softly. I was sure I couldn't give such a performance there. I turned back to Renée. "We'll just talk for now."
I felt her foot sliding up the inside of my calf as she said, "Really? Are you sure you just want to talk? I wouldn't have a problem taking out your lovely hard cock and sucking you off while everyone here watched." Her foot had traveled up my leg and finally pressed into my hardening member. I whimpered softly as her toes groped at me. She smiled seductively.
I reached down and took a hold of her soft yet strong foot. I held it there for a moment because it did feel good having her touch me even in public, but I didn't want to raise a ruckus and get us thrown out. I didn't think she would notice any difference in me via her foot anyway, so I didn't push her away. Stroking her foot against my crotch, I offered, "I don't think I would actually stop you, but something tells me that all these people wouldn't just watch. You said it yourself in the parking lot last night: I'd rather not be interrupted by anyone or worse, the police."
She licked her lips and began to pull her foot from my lap. I held it in place to her surprise. "I didn't say that you had to stop that." She smiled more at that. I leaned forward and said, "I'd return the gesture, but I'm not certain how you feel about sneakers." She giggled but I was serious. I really wanted to return the favor.
For some reason the sound of the bell at the opening of the door caught my attention. I turned and saw another young woman walk in and step up to the counter. I only got a look at her profile, but she seemed to be just as beautiful as Renée. And where Renée reminded me of an undiscovered model, this young woman looked good in a more girl-next-door way. She had shoulder length red hair, soft fair skin that looked like it would burn in the sun in a matter of seconds, big, full breasts that stretched her tank top, a slim waist punctuated by a shapely bottom and long legs. Feeling Renée's foot pressed into my crotch, I turned back to her.
Renée asked, "Do you think she's pretty?" She nodded her head toward the young woman I was just checking out. I looked back instinctively to see her again.
Being only just out of high school, and having not the aged wisdom of men who had dealt with women, I didn't see the dangers of the potentially loaded question. So I answered honestly: "Very. She's just as lovely as you, only different." Most men would have expected for Renée to either kick me where it hurts--and I held her foot in the perfect position for it--or for her to not respond at all. Renée, as it turned out, wasn't like most women. Lucky me.
She pressed her foot into me gently and leaned forward, "Wouldn't you love to get a hold of those big full tits, press your eager cock up between those lovely ass cheeks, and have her like you had me last night?"
Something was trying to tell me I should remove her foot from my crotch. I looked back at Renée. "Why are you asking me this?"
She smiled. "Because I want to know. What do you think of her?"
I just blinked as a confusing war of "just answer her honestly" and "she's going to kick you if you say the wrong thing" bickered in my head. "I think she's gorgeous," I said at last.
Renée just smiled at my response and her foot rubbed me in a gleeful way. "I think she is too. Now answer my other question."
"So, you're not going to get mad at me if I say I would?" I was beginning to get suspicious.
"No." She shook her lovely head. "I just want the truth."
I relaxed as best as I could. I wasn't certain what to think about how she was going to react, so I didn't dwell on it. I looked back at the redhead getting her coffee, and then back to Renée. "Then, yes. I would."
Renée smiled in a gentle way as I braced for impact. However, she never yelled at me or kicked me. She looked past my shoulder again and said, "Then you should."
"Wait a minute..." I held up my hands. "Are you saying... ?"
She looked back to me interrupting, "If you get the opportunity, fuck her silly."
To say the least, I was surprised. To hear Renée speak so freely of sex was one thing, but for her to try to convince me to have sex with another woman was something from a different planet. Those other wiser men would kill to have a woman like Renée. Not only a woman who enjoys sex, but who also offers to let you have other women; who even challenges you to.
"I've never picked up a woman..." I tried to explain, but she just sat back and smiled. She looked over my shoulder, which got me to look back and notice the redhead coming our way. Renée retracted her foot from my crotch and she scooted over in her seat. Imagine my surprise when the redhead stepped up to our table and sat down next to Renée.
I sat there in stunned silence as Renée introduced us, "Erin, this is Ral." Erin's eyes lit up and she looked my direction. Renée finished the intros, "And Ral, this is Erin."
I looked at Renée with wide eyes, hoping she understood my mix of confusion and anxiety. They knew each other and Renée had just given me the okay to not only hit on her friend, but to actually get into her panties. I was finding her to be a complete mystery and the only immediate answer I got from her was a smile.
Erin looked at Renée. "This is him?"
Renée merely nodded.
It was pretty evident that Renée told Erin something about me after she left last night. Whatever that could have been, only they knew. My heart began to race and I became even more nervous. I really wanted to know what they had talked about, but some part of me didn't. That same portion of my being that was a perpetual pessimist just wanted the joke to be over with so everyone could get on with their lives. That same side was absolutely certain that Renée's suggestion for me to seduce Erin was part of the joke.
Erin looked back at me and I tried to regain some level of composure and control. I could feel her eyes on me just as I had with Renée. She wasn't looking me over as she might some hunk. She was evaluating, trying to decide if whatever Renée told her about me was true.
After what felt like hours of scrutiny (but was probably only a couple of seconds), I looked back at Erin. Her emerald-green eyes reflected the sunlight through the window, and my heart melted. Innocently, she took a sip of her coffee and in the tiniest detail I burned the sight of her lips on the cup into my mind. Finally I broke the sparse silence. "So what did Renée say about me?"
Renée grinned at the question and quickly brought her cup to her lips.
Erin smiled gently. "Oh, she just mentioned one thing that she found cute about you."
Only one thing? I hoped that I had more going for me than just one feature. Of course, certain other features had changed since then, so I could only wonder what that one feature was. It must be one serious feature for Renée to have been all over me like she was last night. "What was that?"
"The way you fall for visual traps," Erin said, grinning.
I had to close my eyes and shake my head. "I ... I don't understand."
Erin looked over at Renée. They gave each other a secret knowing smile. Erin looked back to me and leaned forward. Her fabulously mouth-watering breasts laid upon the table with the neck of her tank top pulled down to reveal deep enough cleavage to rival Renée's. The creaminess of her skin flowed down to the valley created by her large supple tits. I could almost imagine what her skin would taste like as I ran my tongue along the soft texture of her sinuous flesh.
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