Author’s Note: This is an old story. I wrote it more than ten years ago, and it was my first serious attempt at writing erotica. It’s based on a situation that happened to me in college… and how I wish it had turned out. The first several paragraphs (down to “Would you like some wine?”), actually happened. The rest of it is the fantasy. No wine or what follows. (The remark about the handstand, though, is true!)

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Later, neither of them could recall who had first suggested that they take off their clothes. They were that simpatico, that the idea just seemed to emerge from them collectively, like many ideas that year they roomed together. They had the same taste in music, and went nearly everywhere together. Although Melanie was more outgoing, and most of their acquaintances would have considered her to have the more daring personality of the two roommates, the quieter Alicia had an inner core of outrageousness that rarely emerged, but, when it did, the results were always surprising and dramatic. So maybe it was Alicia who first came up with the idea.

In any case, what finally happened was that the two girls decided that they would spend a “routine” evening in their dorm room, doing homework, listening to music, and acting more or less normally; but they would do so without a stitch of clothing. They wouldn’t advertise their nudity; but if anyone dropped by, they wouldn’t hide it either. It would be interesting to see how their friends reacted.

It’s strange how the news seemed to spread. A freshman from clear across campus–a complete unknown–knocked on their door, and looked at them in astonishment as they sat at their desks doing homework. “But… you girls are NUDE,” he finally managed to blurt out, a colossal understatement. Presumably someone in his dorm had been to their room, or, more likely, had heard someone talking about them somewhere. And yet, it wasn’t as if they were mobbed with visitors; not everyone heard–not even everyone on their own floor–and even some who did, didn’t learn of the jest until the next day.

And so, they decided to call Eric, just to see his reaction.

When Eric got the call from Alicia asking him to stop by, he had no clue what was about to take place. She’d sounded perfectly casual on the phone, and he was glad that she had changed her mind about studying alone that evening, and had time to see him.

He was definitely getting in over his head, he thought, as he climbed the stairs from his wing of the co-ed dorm to hers, realizing how depressed he’d been feeling at the prospect of an evening without Alicia. Who would have guessed, given the fact that he’d first been attracted to Melanie, the only girl in his Classics seminar? Melanie was a cute blonde with a winningly shy smile and he’d gotten up the courage to study with her a few times, though he hadn’t asked her out on a real date. But in the course of some visits to her room to walk her to class, he’d discovered Melanie’s roommate, Alicia.

He wasn’t quite sure how it had come about that he’d begun to fall for Alicia, who was cute, but less strikingly so than Melanie. And he certainly felt a sense of guilt and betrayal for transferring his affections from one roommate to the other, even though his level of involvement with Melanie was certainly very casual indeed–they’d never dated, never even kissed.

He still felt a faint buzz of infatuation with Melanie, but he was definitely falling in love with Alicia, though he was feeling less awkwardness when around Melanie. Eric and Alicia had been seeing each other regularly and intensely for almost two months now, and he’d even spent a weekend with her family. They hadn’t actually made love yet, but he was hopeful, remembering the first tentative backrubs and then passionately making out with her in her house, after her parents had gone to bed, and before he retired to the guest room. But there were times when he felt a little jealous of the close relationship that Melanie and Alicia had, as it cut into the time he could spend with her; and he could tell that Melanie sometimes was a little resentful of the time he spent with her friend.

He knocked on their door. There was a pause… some shuffling noises… a muted giggle… and then a “Come in!”

He opened the door–

The room was divided in half, along an imaginary line extending from the door. Each half was a mirror image of the other–closet, dresser with mirror, convertible sofa-bed with storage cabinet, and, at the far end of the room, the two desks and shelves before the window. The desks were arranged so that the residents were in profile when seated in their desk chairs. Melanie and Alicia were at their desks now, with books spread open before them.

They were smiling at his astonishment. Both girls were totally nude–the first time he had seen either of them in such a state, he realized.

“Come in! Sit down. Would you like some wine?,” one of them asked–he couldn’t be sure which it was, in his surprise.

Wine. Yes. It seemed like a good idea….

Melanie Ankara travesti was enjoying Eric’s astonishment immensely. This was really FUN! She splashed some wine into a few water glasses. “We were actually going to REALLY surprise you–I was planning to be doing a handstand at the moment when you opened the door–it would’ve been fun to see your expression THEN–but I couldn’t seem to get into position, and besides, I’d have missed that look on your face.”

A few sips of wine had restored some of Eric’s composure. But, geez, this was awkward. How could he not stare? He’d never seen either of them before, not like this. He tried to look them in the eyes while talking to them–though not managing anything more intelligent than, “What are you DOING?”–but kept seeing their breasts: Melanie’s fuller and rounder, with larger aureolae, but still firm, and Alicia’s smaller, with darker aureolae, crinkling a bit around the more prominent nipples. Was she excited, or just cold? And he was also acutely aware of the fleecy curls between their legs, visible even while they sat in their chairs. Both seemed to be about the same shade of light brown, even though Melanie’s hair was blonder than Alicia’s. And he was acutely aware that he was getting hard as he sat in a dorm room with two very sexy and unclothed young women.

“Maybe you’re uncomfortable because you’re dressed and we’re not,” Alicia said, finally. “We should even things out. Wouldn’t you like to take off your clothes?”

“Sure!” urged Melanie, hastily, before Eric could come up with a reply. “And if it will make you feel better, we’ll lock the door.”

“And put on some music,” enthused Alicia.

About two-thirds of the way through the bottle of not-very-expensive California Cabernet, Eric had lost some of his inhibitions. He was trying to enjoy the moment, without getting too far out of control. Part of him still wasn’t sure what they’d invited him here for. Despite their nudity, it probably wasn’t to have sex with him, or, he suspected, it would have already happened. Not that he didn’t want it to, and it was pretty obvious that his cock wanted it to, though as he got a little more into the wine, he was not trying to hide it (with his arms folded over his lap) quite so much. Still, he felt a sense of pride that they trusted him to be alone with them, that he wasn’t a total animal.

Their conversation was all over the map, from some of their classes and professors, to music, and mutual friends. Eventually, they began to talk about the three of them, and Eric’s first, awkward infatuation with Melanie before he clearly became attracted to Alicia. Now that it was out in the open, and their inhibitions had been shed along with their clothes, Eric found that he could laugh about it, even when Melanie teased him about his fickle affections.

Somehow the conversation drifted into a discussion of what it was he found attractive in each of them–which he had a hard time expressing. The two girls felt that they were such close friends, regularly finishing each other’s sentences, that they wondered what he perceived as different between them.

Just as neither of them knew who first suggested taking off their clothes, neither of them could remember later who first suggested the game that capped the evening. Eric did recall Melanie remarking that someone had said–maybe it was Lord Byron, or else Shakespeare, but she couldn’t be sure–that all women were alike in the dark. Eric remembered this, because, far from being offended by such an antifeminist statement, Melanie seemed amused by it, and both girls, and soon, all three of them, were laughing about it.

Then someone suggested they test that theory. Of course, no one probably had the idea that they’d really have sex–they’d just try a little kissing game to see if Eric could really tell the difference between them.

So the lights went out. With the shades pulled all the way down, to blot out the lights outside on the quad, it was very dark indeed. But the girls took the precaution of blindfolding Eric to be sure.

Alicia suggested that each of them kiss Eric three times, in no particular order, and he’d have to guess the identity of the kisser. They haggled a bit over the “rules,” Eric maintaining that it had to be on the lips, and more than a quick peck, but they decided not to specify a time limit–too mechanical, Melanie argued. But they decided to vary the kisses’ length and “style,” just to make the game more fun.

Melanie found herself getting more “into” this game than she’d expected. Not that she really was that attracted to Eric–in fact, part of her was happy that he and Alicia had hit it off so well. But perhaps she also felt that she wanted to show him what he’d be missing! So, her three kisses, interrupted after the first by one of Alicia’s (they decided not to strictly alternate, just to make it more interesting), were increasingly long, increasingly passionate, increasingly sloppy, and, for the last one, she even slipped Çankaya travesti him the tongue–and not at all timidly, either! She was a little breathless when they finally broke apart, and definitely feeling a bit moist between her legs. And it was apparent from Eric’s breathing, that it was getting to him, too. (She wanted to “accidentally” brush her hand across his cock in the dark, but thought it was still too early in the game for that–then found herself perversely turned on by the thought that the game was going to go further, because none of them had discussed that possibility yet).

Eric’s accuracy rate on kiss portion of the game was 100%, but Alicia pointed out that this was hardly fair. After all, they’d kissed many times, whereas Eric and Melanie had never done so before. In fact, she’d have been a bit insulted if he COULDN’T tell them apart.

So, after another glass of wine, and some laughter over the first round of the test, they agreed there should be another round. Could he identify their faces, only by touch? No, that wasn’t challenging enough. Hands? Too… pedestrian.

“How about our breasts?”, Alicia blurted. Eric’s heart beat a bit faster, and he was glad the semi-darkness hid the twitching in his cock. He swallowed. “Sure, why not? I bet I can tell you apart that way,” he added, hoping to egg them on before they changed their minds.

He had thought it would be easy. In the light, their breasts looked very different, after all. But blinded by darkness and the blindfold (and probably by his own excitement and partial intoxication), it wasn’t nearly as easy as he expected. As before, there were three touches, and the girls alternated randomly. But no one said how he could touch–as they got more and more into the wine and the game, they were getting less specific about the rules–and so, he progressed from timidly cupping their breasts in his palm, to a firmer grasp in which he hefted and squeezed, in an attempt to distinguish between them by their weight and firmness, and lightly tweaked their nipples with his fingertips. In fact, emboldened by his own arousal, for his last attempt, he kissed the nipple and even sucked on it lightly. “No fair,” gasped a voice that was Alicia’s, as she pulled back hastily, “that’s for the next round!” Ahh, there was going to be a next round!

For this round the rules were a little more strict. Eric was allowed to kiss the girls’ nipples only, without using his hands. He could kiss (or, as he preferred to think of it, suck) one nipple at a time, for up to five seconds.

Alicia went first. Eric’s mouth felt really good on her left tit, and she wasn’t surprised at all when Eric’s lips progressed quickly from a mere kiss and clamped firmly around her lengthening nipple. She wasn’t good about keeping track of time, and managed to pull away finally, though reluctantly. She signaled Melanie by holding her friend’s arm, that she wanted to go again. The girls were trying to make the sequence as random as possible, after all. This time she offered Eric her right nipple, which was usually more sensitive than the left. As Eric sucked, and twirled his tongue around her turgid flesh, she felt her pussy tingle and her moisture began to flow more freely. By the third time–after Melanie had gone once–it was difficult to restrain herself from moaning and giving herself away. She found herself squeezing her thighs together, and it was all she could do to keep from giving her pussy a quick rub.

For Melanie, it was more the situation that was exciting, rather than the tit-sucking. Her breasts weren’t completely insensitive, but that kind of foreplay wasn’t as arousing to her as the thought of being in a semi-darkened room, with her roommate and a boy, all naked, the boy sucking their tits while blindfolded, his erection visible in the faint light. She had to restrain herself from touching his erection. Instead, she concentrated on teasing him a little, by brushing her nipples across his lips–and whispering to Alicia to do the same, lest he be able to identify them that way.

Eric didn’t seem to do as well in this phase of the “test.” While he had correctly identified the girls five times out of six by his hands on their breasts, he was only able to do so 50% of the time (three for six), when nipple kissing.

No doubt with the idea of touching his cock in mind, Melanie suggested that they each take turns grasping his cock with their hands. “But,” she said, “we don’t want to make him come, so there is no stroking, just touching.” Even so, a few times Eric felt that the hands that grasped him occasionally tugged a bit at his swollen member. The first time this happened, he thought he was going to come all over her hand–whosever hand it was–but he managed to take a deep breath, and think desperately about the most unsexy thought he could come up with at that moment–mowing the lawn. But he didn’t tell them that. Once, he even grasped one of their wrists to stop them, so he could calm down, he was that close. This round of the test was just too much for him, and it showed in his score–two out of six, but he was so dizzy and dazed with desire he didn’t really care. And his balls were definitely beginning to ache with the prolonged arousal without release.

The girls chuckled that his score seemed to be going down with each round.

“Well,” he said, mustering his courage, and wanting to save face. “I bet I could do better if we reverse roles. It’s only fair that, if you touched me, I should get to touch you.”

Somewhat to Eric’s surprise, the girls agreed.

This round should have been easier for Eric, since he had actually stroked Alicia’s pussy, through her panties, on their most recent date. But she hadn’t been naked (nor had he), not to mention, he hadn’t been half-drunk, and half out of his mind with about half an hour of erotic play with, not one, but TWO, sexy girls.

He managed to get the girls to agree to increase the touching time for each test to ten seconds, arguing that five wasn’t enough. (Both of them agreed that this was not a bad thing at all).

Eric could definitely tell the two pussies apart. They just felt different to him, although he would have been hard pressed to articulate the differences. One of the girls had outer lips that were slightly thicker and firmer, and the pubic hair felt slightly coarser and thicker. The other, though, seemed a snugger fit when he deftly slid his middle finger inside, on the second feel. Her cunt muscles seemed to clench his finger more tightly, and she even clamped them twice in quick succession, which surprised him a little. And the last time, he knew he heard a moan and a gasp from one girl when he trailed his moist finger up her snatch and across her swollen clitoris.

The only problem was–despite clear differences, he didn’t have a clue which was which, since he’d only stroked Alicia’s through the fabric of her panties when they’d made out on a recent date.

Melanie it was who had gasped as Eric’s finger glided from her pool of wetness to her erect clit. He’d managed to do it exactly the way she liked it, and just the way–had he but known–that she usually used when she stroked herself. She liked to get her whole pussy involved, not just the clit, but she couldn’t really come from penetration alone. So she would usually get her fingers nice and wet, and slowly slide them up and lightly over her button, flicking it more rapidly as she approached orgasm, alternately tensing and relaxing her legs.

This was definitely getting interesting, even with a guy whose sexual experience was very limited.

Eric’s score was zero for six. He had correctly distinguished their pussies from each other, but had guessed exactly wrong on who owned which. But he didn’t care much at this point. He had a lot to think about, and not many guys could brag about such an incredible evening. It was when he found himself lifting his hands toward his nose, under the pretense of scratching under the blindfold, and in the hopes of surreptitiously getting a good whiff of pussy, that he decided he might as well make this part of the game.

“Smell,” he said. “I bet I could tell you apart by smell.”

“No fair,” Alicia said after a moment, “you can probably identify us by our different perfumes.”

“With all the wine and everything else that has been going on? Don’t be so sure,” said Eric, not wanting to seem so confident that he would scare them off. Because, truth be told, he very, very much wanted to smell their pussies without having to try to steal some of their panties. He wanted this night to be even more memorable. At this point, he was having so much fun he just wanted it to last. He could never have imagined anything like this. He had always assumed that fucking was the ultimate, but this… even thought he hadn’t fucked yet–and maybe it WAS the ultimate… this was incredibly hot, and he just wanted to keep going as far as he could. Because he was afraid they’d be grossed out by the idea, he quickly clarified that he would try to identify them by sniffing their… wrists, though after some discussion he got them to agree to let him smell their breasts.

This idea didn’t seem quite as outrageously naughty as Eric’s sniffing their crotches–which had, inevitably, occurred to both girls at the same moment, given the shyness that most young American girls felt about the natural scent of their bodies. They agreed, specifying that he could sniff for up to five seconds, and wasn’t allowed to cheat by touching them. For his part, he agreed to have his arms tied lightly behind his back–just firmly enough to keep him from reaching out in his excitement. Of course, being restrained was also exciting for its own reasons.

A mixture of scents greeted his nostrils when the first girl presented her breast to his nose. There was perfume there, but it wasn’t as obvious, or even as easy to remember which was which, in the current situation. There was also a hint of sweat–not actually unpleasant–and, in one case, the slightest whiff of musk that he wasn’t so sure wasn’t wafting from her thighs. But, sniffing carefully and thoughtfully, he had it. “The first and third are Alicia, second, fourth, and fifth are Melanie. Oh, and the last was also Alicia,” he added. Six for six.