[Group, MF] The college theater trip, part three

Continued from [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4x0m8f/mf_the_college_theater_trip_day_two/)

I realized as I was titling this that the last part was not so much “day 2” as “the morning of day 2”, so, this one is called “part 3.”

After Alex got dressed and left the suite to rendezvous with Chris in their own suite, my head was chaotic with conflicting thoughts and feelings. A bright buzzing spot in my brain wanted me to be ecstatic about what had just happened, but another part of me felt guilt and confusion about the possibility of having inserted myself into someone else’s relationship in a bad way.

I got dressed and relaxed for a while, watching some TV and drinking more coffee. The hangover was still definitely present, so I needed the break. Despite trying to relax, though, I couldn’t help thinking about the previous 12 hours and how much had gone down. Two major fantasies had come true in such a hurry that I almost felt like I needed to go back in time and force myself to pay even more attention – it had all gone by so damn fast. Sitting there watching SportsCenter (no offense to Chris Berman, *not* the sexiest show on television) even my idle thoughts were enough that I had a rock hard erection in my jeans that wouldn’t go away. I felt like I was 14 years old again.

Pretty soon, it was time to go to lunch with the big group. We ate at a semi-swanky Italian place downtown. Some in the group were clearly hung over, though others were chipper and excited about the day – we had a tour of a historic theater scheduled for the afternoon, followed by a traveling Broadway show (Wicked… I know. Good music, though.)

At lunch, the conversation got pretty rowdy. Luckily for us, the Saturday lunch crowd was pretty thin, so our banter was annoying only to the admirably patient waitresses. As far as I could tell, pretty much everyone had tied one on in a major way the night before, knowing that the first scheduled event of the day was a late lunch, and several people were giving each other significant looks that told pretty good stories.

Mrs. “Kitty” Mach – a married employee of the college and our nominal “chaperone” for the weekend – seemed particularly… different. She kept stealing glances at my friend Rob and had a bit of a freshly fucked look about her. I caught Rob’s eye and gestured with my eyes at Kitty to ask, “What’s up there?” and he grinned and gave me a tiny shake of his head. I acknowledged the request for discretion and went back to talking with Katie, who to my great interest was being quite affectionate with another girl on the trip, Elise.

We didn’t bring up the night we’d had before, but I was relieved that she and Britney both seemed to be totally content with it. Britney was *very* hung over, to the point of wearing sunglasses in the fairly dim private room in which we were eating, but when I turned to her and we chatted, she was all smiles.

Alex and Chris were talking cheerfully, which I also thought was a good sign. Nevertheless, I resolved to talk to Chris about what had happened – though we weren’t close, we were friends, and I’ve always believed that honesty is the best policy.

As we finished lunch, we had a little time to kill, so Rob, Chris, and I headed to the bar while the girls talked girl stuff. I bought a round of Four Roses and we toasted to a good night. After drinking and shooting the shit a bit, I had to ask Rob what was going on.

“So… Kitty seems to be in an especially good mood today.”

Rob laughed, “Ummmmm, yep!”

“Come on, what the hell?”

“Well, we got to drinking, she told me that she and Mr. Mach are in an open relationship, and… one thing led to another.”

Chris choked on his drink a bit. “What?!?”

“Yeah, man, we ended up in Britney’s room at like 2 in the morning and Britney went off somewhere with Katie, so we ended up drinking alone for a while and one thing led to another…”

“Okay, wait,” I said, “You slept with Kitty?”

“Oh, no,” Rob said, “She left after we had sex.”

As an aside, Rob is both a very smart guy (now making beaucoup bucks in a job so cushy you actually would not believe it) but also a bit dense at times. He’d lost his virginity less than a year earlier and literally did not know what to do with the amount of pussy he was getting as the effects of weight training and social practice kicked in much faster than sexual experience.

Chris and I both laughed at him and offered fist bumps.

Rob went into more detail. After the bars, Rob, Kitty, Britney, and Katie had ended up back in Britney’s room (shared with someone, though I don’t know who) and drank most of a bottle of tequila between the four of them. They’d ended up playing “Never Have I Ever”, and as usual the game ended up getting pretty risque. Things escalated when Britney threw out, “Never have I ever kissed a girl.” Kitty put a finger down, as did Katie and of course Rob. Kitty always put forth a fairly prudish if fun-loving persona, and no one believed her at first.

Katie spoke up, though, and pointed out that Britney was both the only person with a finger left in the air and also the only person who hadn’t kissed a girl. She pointed out, astutely in my opinion, that both problems could be solved at once. Kitty, without encouragement, walked right over to her, grabbed her face, and kissed her on the lips. Minds were blown.

A short while later, Katie dragged Britney off to an adventure you’ve already heard about, leaving Rob and Kitty alone, and as he tells it they pretty much went straight to it, her explaining why it was okay after they’d already gotten about halfway naked. The rest, as I heard it, was “just sex.”

After Rob finished his story, I said, “Speaking of Britney running off somewhere with Katie… I know where they ended up.” Rob was supposed to have shared my suite along with Ian and Michelle, whose whereabouts from the night before I actually never learned.

“Oh really?” Rob asked.

“I… kinda ended up fucking both of them last night.”

Understandable disbelief ensued. I explained in brief what had gone down, leaving out Alex’s involvement, and was laughingly accused of being a liar and a whore before we were told by the bartender that our group was leaving.

On the way out, I grabbed Chris and we walked a bit behind the group.

“Hey, so…” I started.

“You and Alex hooked up?”

“Yeah. Are you cool with that?”

“Yeah, I don’t care. I think she needed to blow off some steam, and I know you will pretty much just fuck people without getting involved, so I told her she could if she wanted to.”

“Wow.” I wasn’t sure whether to feel complimented or insulted, but at the time I took it as a compliment. “Well, I’m glad you’re good with it.”

“Sure, man.” Chris said. He immediately changed the subject, and I got the impression that he didn’t really want to talk about it.

The whole group spent the next few hours taking a tour of a historic theater, which was actually really cool – the backstage area was a tight warren of little rooms and cubbies, plastered with a myriad of old posters and notices. I have a personal love of those kinds of spaces – if you’ve seen Birdman, you get the gist – they’re fascinating and have a certain character of their own.

At one point, Alex and I had fallen somewhat back from the rest of the group, and we both noticed a dark corner and dragged each other into it to make out for a few quick seconds, feeling deliciously like we were getting away with something. We spent most of the tour near each other, not touching but very close. We whispered to each other about Katie and Elise suddenly seeming very close, and had a really great time exploring the place together.

After the tour came the show, an early showing to be followed by a somewhat late dinner. The show was great, and we left collectively buzzed with both a decent amount of booze and a lot of sheer excitement. We had a little time before our dinner reservation, so we broke off into a few groups and went our separate ways. I joined Rob, Alex, and Britney at a divey bar within walking distance of both the hotel and the dinner spot, where we had drinks and got probably a bit too drunk on empty stomachs. Britney had perked up after her earlier hangover, and was flirting with the bartender, me, and Rob pretty evenly. Alex actually got a little possessive about it, which was cute but a bit odd.

Dinner was joyous. We were all dozen of us well-lubricated and absolutely high on each other. We were the loud table in the restaurant. Sorry to anyone else who was there. We knew we were being loud, just didn’t care. We stayed at the table for hours, finishing several bottles of wine. We decided to leave when people started making out…

Again, some people went back to the bar, but several of us went back to my suite, where there awaited college-budget-friendly liquor store liquor and the freedom to act on some of the impulses that were clearly brewing. All told, the group that came back was me, Alex, Kitty, Katie, Britney, Rob, Ian, and Elise. We settled in, put on some music, and started drinking a bit – because I had had experience with hotel suite parties in the past, I had reserved a corner suite with no adjoining rooms other than one of our other suites, which paid off big time that night, as we were *not* being quiet.

I suggested a game of Drink or Dare, which is a bit like Truth or Dare except that it replaces the Truth aspect with drinking – you draw a hand of cards and for each of your turns throw down a card to challenge another person; they can then either lay down a higher card to force you to drink, drink themselves, or accept your dare. Adds a nice bit of strategy in which you can avoid dares from certain people. If you’re into party games, I recommend it highly.

The dares started out tamely – do a headstand, wear a toilet paper “Miss America” sash, etc. Soon, though, things escalated.

Rob dared Alex to kiss Britney, which they both seemed to thoroughly enjoy, though Alex watched me throughout. Britney responded by daring Rob to kiss me, which was less of a masterstroke than she had envisioned, as we’d been through the same dare multiple times before. A lot of drinking went down to avoid some of the worse dares. Kitty in particular was avoiding a lot of dares, and I actually told her quietly that if she wanted to quit, it was totally fine, since she could probably lose her job if something went badly, but she didn’t bail.

Elise dared Katie to kiss her not once, but twice, which elicited a few raised eyebrows and a lot of cheering as they really got into it. Kitty kept her dares tame to the end, but did accept quite a few kisses as we went along.

Alex bent the rules quite a bit to deprive all of the boys in the room of their pants, which rule bending Ian took advantage of to relieve all of the girls in the room of their pants as well, and so it went until pretty soon we were all naked as jaybirds. Alex had moved to sit by me, and we were both surreptitiously rubbing and exploring as the game went along. We whispered to each other about Kitty’s truly ridiculous body – the woman dressed so conservatively at work that no one had suspected that she was built like a bikini model underneath.

The nudity quickly took a toll on our group – first Rob and Kitty made a quick exit, hastily dressed and carrying their underwear as they were obviously about to make a dash for a more private place. Ian bailed out after a few texts from Michelle. Britney passed out, so we moved her to the suite’s bedroom and arranged her under the covers with a bottle of water on the nightstand. (We were and are still very considerate drunks, thank you.)

The game had wound down at that point, so what was left was just me, Alex, Katie, and Elise sitting naked on the couch, talking and touching a little bit. As we talked, Katie and Elise gradually dropped out of the conversation, kissing and touching until they finally moved from the couch to the trundle bed in the suite living room and slid under the covers. Alex and I watched them make love, stroking each other, until Alex whispered, “Is there any reason we’re not fucking right now?”

I picked her up and laid her on the couch, then ate her out picking my head up every now and then to spy on Katie and Elise, who despite being under the covers were putting on a very suggestive show. She came over and over, three or fours times, faster and easier than any girl I’d ever been with before. Finally she dragged me up to her and grabbed me to slide me into her. I lost interest in Katie and Elise at this point, looking down into her eyes as we made love, writhing slowly together. She dragged her nails down my back, leaving welts that I found out about the next day. After a short time, we came together, and she again grabbed my hips to pull me into her as I came. When I finished, we heard quiet clapping from across the room, and realized that we had an audience in Katie and Elise, who were sitting up in the trundle bed, breasts shiny with sweat, and who laughed at us as we looked at them and gave us four thumbs up.

I told her I was about to fall asleep and she agreed, so we retired to the suite bedroom and joined the unconscious Britney in the bed. We spent a little while whispering and touching, then fell asleep.

The next morning, I awoke to Alex already awake, standing nude across the room with her phone in hand. When I said, “Hey,” she smiled and crawled back into bed with me and Britney, who stirred and moaned a bit. Alex playfully licked her earlobe, and Britney squeaked a bit and rolled toward us, her glorious big tits above the covers.

“Whoa,” she said, “I don’t think I remember coming to bed.”

“We carried you here, so that makes sense,” Alex replied.

“I can’t believe I’m not hung over!” Britney exclaimed, then suddenly realized her tits were out and tried to yank the covers back, but Alex pulled them back down and took a nipple into her mouth. Britney gasped.

“Oooh I was not ready for that!”

“Should we have fun with the boy here before we let him go?” Alex asked Britney, who blushed and nodded.

“Only if you let me pee first!” I said, my bladder about to explode.

After a quick trip to the head and a gulp of water, I returned and climbed back into bed with the girls, who were kissing. I tried to reach between Alex’s legs, but she pushed my hand away and said, “Ooooh no, I am way too sore for that.” She got up to her knees and pushed my shoulders down onto the bed, then stripped the covers back and slid down to take me into her mouth.

The girls took turns sucking me while Alex fingered Britney, who came repeatedly, losing her coordination and biting me every time she came. I had to tell her to take a break if she felt like she was going to come, to which she said, “I would apologize, but I’m sucking your cock, so…” and returned to sucking.

It took me a long time to come, but I finally did, and the girls both immediately jumped out of bed. We all got dressed and they disappeared to their respective rooms and suitcases to pack up and get ready to head back to home.

On the trip home, Alex rode in the other van, but that wasn’t much skin off my back – I was so hung over I thought I might actually die, and like most of us, I slept most of the trip back.

———————-

And now, for the aftermath. I’m going to do a sort of 80s college movie thing here and give you the story of what has happened to everyone in the story since this event.

**Britney** is now married to a ridiculously handsome guy of Mexican descent, and together they have three ridiculously cute Mexican/Swedish kids.

**Mr. and Mrs. Kitty Mach** stayed at the college for a few years after I left, and have now moved on. I actually need to check on where they went…

**Ian and Michelle** are now married, which was not much of a surprise.

**Katie and Elise** are *also* now married, which was a *big fucking surprise*. It turned out that Katie had used me as a sort of “Good Luck Chuck”, wanting one amazing one-night-stand before getting serious with Elise, who she was not at all dating prior to this weekend.

**Rob** now makes absolute *bank* while working three days a week, and has a wife who is cool as hell and was not involved in any of our college shenanigans.

Now, hold on to your butts.

**Alex and Chris** are married. They never broke up, just kept on cruising through several years of seemingly pretty unhappy dating and eventually got married. In the decade since the weekend in question, Alex and I have had an on-again/off-again affair, still talk all the time, and sleep together when we have the chance, which is not that often now that she lives in another part of the country. Chris still just doesn’t care – they have had problems for quite a long time, but he doesn’t give a shit if we fuck, so… I’ve accepted that situation. I don’t really understand it, but I don’t feel the need to question it any longer.

**I** am happily married to a woman who loves me for the whore I am, and has been known to get a bit extramarital herself.

So, that’s the story. I’m happy to answer any questions ya’ll have; this is a great memory and I love talking about it, so it doesn’t bother me.

I’ll try to write up some of the other stories from my college career as I have time.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4x6gdz/group_mf_the_college_theater_trip_part_three