I crept closer to the open window, when I heard, “We want to get Kurt laid.” That was Jasper’s voice. “And we think you four are all perfect candidates. You’ve been platonic friends of his for a long time, you even chose the apartment next to us just to make it easier to study with him. I know for a fact he thinks all of you are hot. He just has this thing where he can’t make a move on you, because he can’t speak straight when he tries.”
It was Colleen who spoke next, saying, “So you’re offering a $100 prize to whichever of the four of us gets him in bed first? What do you think we are, prostitutes?”
Tom answered, “No, of course not. He’s opposed to going to a prostitute, anyway, wants it to be a girl he likes and who likes him, which fits all four of you. You ought to do it for him out of gratitude for all of the courses he’s helped you out with over the years. We all know you each would not have your current GPAs if not for him. If the money is your only incentive, instead of an added one, don’t bother. Do it because he’s your friend, and he needs this, and consider the $100 a bet that you can actually get him to give in. He’s not to know about the money whatsoever.”
Well, that ship had already sailed. I backed away from the window, just as I heard Wendy say, “Okay, we’ll do it.”
So, what exactly could I do with knowing ahead of time that the girls were coming after me? I sure as shit wasn’t going to play hard to get, unless my shyness itself got in my way, but an idea did occur to me. I turned back around, and headed to the center of campus to get my little plan started.
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Our usual weekend activities unfolded, a lot of it spent with the girls as a group together with my roommates, and I never had an opportunity to be alone with one of them without the guys around.
I studied with Colleen and Susan in their apartment for the last history exam before finals the following Sunday night, with nothing happening. There wasn’t even a hint that they were thinking of seducing me. Or maybe I didn’t see a sign that would have been more obvious to a more experienced guy.
It was the next night, when I was studying with Wendy for both of the classes we had together, with the first hints of finals preparation, that everything started. My roommates were conspicuously absent, so we were spread out on the sofa and coffee table in the living room, rather than trying to study on the ridiculously small kitchen table the college provided, or trying to fit at the one desk I shared with Jasper in our bedroom.
An hour in, she excused herself to go to the bathroom. I was beginning to wonder whether the girls had backed out of the agreement they made, when Wendy came back, her jeans and shoes gone, and it took little time to see that she’d also relieved herself of the bra she had on, as her big tits were wobbling all around underneath the remaining tshirt the whole walk back from the bathroom. The tshirt covered her privates, barely.
Wendy was about 5’7″, three inches below my 5’10” height, although she often wore heels that put us eye to eye when standing. She had straight, sandy blonde hair down to her shoulders, but she was really smart, contrary to the cliche. She was my favorite study partner, because she helped me at least as much as I helped her. Because we were both pursuing the same double major with a minimal number of electives, we wound up in a lot of the same tough classes, and had started studying together Freshman year, when we were all in the dorms. Her roommates became my study pals because of her, Susan first, then Colleen and Danielle, wherever we were all in the same courses, later without Wendy involved.