Frat House Visit Ch. 01

***SHE***

“Manny…. Manny…. Did you pack your highlight videos for the coaches,” the female voice called from downstairs?

“Yes, mom, I put them in my backpack.”

“And you packed your cleats?”

“Of course I did.”

“Oh, and don’t forget your house keys. Remember that I won’t be here when you come back.”

“Yes, mom, I have them.”

“Do you have my cell phone number with you?”

“Since the day you got it, mom”

“And you have the credit card I gave you for your birthday?”

“In my wallet,” she countered, her aggravation with her mother growing apparent in her tone.

“Remember that is only for emergencies….”

“…..only for emergencies,” Emmanuelle mumbled to herself, sarcastically mimicking her mother. “Geeez, she gives me a card on my 18th birthday because I am supposed to be more responsible, but she still treats me like I am 8.” Louder, she yells back, “We’ve been over this a thousand times. Can we stop the questions already?”

Entering the room, her mother pleaded, “I’m sorry Manny, its just that my baby-girl is going to look at a college and I’m going to be puttering around this house alone soon.”

“Yes mother, I know… But it isn’t that big a deal. You survived Josh leaving, and you will survive my leaving too. And besides, I’m not leaving yet; I’m just visiting Josh and the coaches,” Manny sighed. “Would you just go pack for your trip or something? Don’t stand here getting all weepy on me. The cab is due soon and I don’t want to show up and stick out like a high school kid.”

“Fine, I’ll leave you alone, but this isn’t the same as when your brother left.”

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***HE***

“Shut the fuck up, you asshole! There won’t be any trouble!”

“Josh, I’m serious. You are gonna bring Manny in and let her sleep here in the house with us? Don’t you know what kinda trouble that could bring?”

Joshua knew the risks. Living in the fraternity house had given him more than just an academic education. Since joining as a freshman, he had seen some things that would make a sailor blush. The star athletes in the house had a string of women coming through day and night. The seniors joked about putting a sign on the lawn saying ‘Over one million served’.

“Kyle, she’ll be fine. The rest of the guys in the house already know my sister is staying for a few days, and it’s not like she’s the first girl to spend a night in the house.”

“Yeah, but most girls that stay here leave after receiving a sperm sample,” Kyle laughingly responds.

“Need I spell it out for you? F — U — C — K – Y — O – U!”

“Okay, okay, sorry bro. It’ll be cool. I’ll be watching out for her too, man. She’s practically my little sister too.”

Kyle, Josh and Manny had been a trio in the neighborhood. In those days Manny was a tomboy and spent her time trying to keep up with her older brother. Kyle had no siblings so he pretty much adopted Manny as his little sister too. The three were inseparable, until Kyle moved away in seventh grade.

“So how is Manny these days.” Kyle asked? “I hear she became quite a soccer player.”

“Yeah, she is good. She is coming up to meet the coaches. I guess after chasing us for all those years she actually became a pretty good athlete.”

“When is she due in,” Kyle asked?

“About two hours. I’m leaving for the train station after I eat dinner. I’ll see you later man.” With that, Josh left the room and headed downstairs to the dining room.

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***SHE***

As she plodded up the steps of the train car, a deep voice from the top offered assistance. Manny peered up from under her baseball cap, surprised by the pleasant smile that met her gaze. She flushed with surprise.

“Um… no, uh… yes, um, thanks,” the words fumbled out of her mouth. He was quite handsome; an older man, at least 45, and he was offering to help her! She knew her blush was immature, but had little experience with boys, let alone men. Most of her time was spent training. There just weren’t enough hours in a day. So despite her age and tough exterior, she became quite flustered when boys showed her attention.

“Where ya headed little lady,” the handsome stranger asked?

“Uh, R-Raleigh,” Manny stammered behind a sheepish grin.

“Goin’ ta Charlotte, muhself. Meetin’ a client I can’t stand. But I think rememberin’ that pretty smile o’ yours will help ta get me through it!” He hoisted the largest bag from her shoulder. “Where can I put this for ya, hon?”

Manny could feel her cheeks flush red. A grown man was flirting with her and she wasn’t able to answer the question. All she could do was point to the four empty seats at the end of the row.

“Great,” he said with an overdone grin. “I’ll toss this up top for ya. And as I don’t ‘spect you can fill all four seats, ya mind if I sit ‘ere too?”

Manny nodded her approval, afraid her voice would crack if she tried to speak.

The handsome stranger was named Craig, and he could talk! He rattled on about his job as a client rep, his wife and three kids, and even college sports, but it was okay with Manny. She was taken by this handsome and charismatic older man; all she could do was grin at him, while trying desperately not to seem immature. She focused on his lips as he spoke, wondering what it would be like to kiss them. During his stories he touched her leg to emphasize various points. Those were her favorite moments. His touches sent goose bumps up her legs, and she was thankful they were shrouded beneath her sweatpants. He really was just an overly friendly sort of guy, but Manny didn’t care to know any better. She found herself enjoying the time they shared along the ride.

Craig disappeared from her life with a wave from the train platform, but he had been in it just long enough for Manny to develop a slight crush on him. She dozed off for the remainder of the ride and dreamt of his lips and the light touches of his hand on her legs; the fantasy awakening an urge beneath her panties.

Manny slept with an extra pillow between her legs at night, rubbing it against her groin to satisfy the need to be touched when she had these dreams. More than once in the last several weeks, she woke herself with an oncoming orgasm; her pillow damp with her innocent moisture. As she slept now on the train, her fingers had fallen into her lap, but she was dreaming they were Craig’s. This handsome older man was touching her in that forbidden place; so mysterious; so exciting. His fingers rubbed her lips on the outside, and that hard little spot at the top she would focus the shower on when she caressed herself in the bathtub. He was parting her lips slowly, starting to make her….

“Raleigh! Station stop is Raleigh,” the conductor bellowed as he walked the aisle.

Manny barely had enough time to pull her things together and jump off the train. She walked through the station waiting room, rubbing her eyes to shake off the sleep. The burning of unfinished business was calling from between her legs and a full bladder beckoned for the ladies room.

Pulling down her sweatpants, Manny lowered herself towards the toilet seat, never quite touching it. The rush of fluid from her bladder is a welcome release. It’s almost pleasurable. Squatting over the seat, her mind wanders back to the dream and the feelings still calling out. Wiping herself dry, she feels the heat and wetness; the tissue is soaked with her juices. Both hands meet at her groin, fingers parting her young, hairy lips. She knows the wetness makes it easier to push her fingers inside. She had come to enjoy doing this in the shower; one finger rubbing circles around her clit, others sliding in and out between her lips. She thought of the showerhead, pulsing water on the most sensitive places, and the small shampoo bottle she used to push inside.

Kicking one leg free from her sweats, Manny spread her legs wider so she could push her fingers deeper. The welling in her lower back was starting and her breathing was getting heavy. Without a pillow to muffle her moans, she heard the echo of her voice. She was startled and paused momentarily. She took shallow breaths, intently listening for anyone else in the room, but there were no other sounds. Her hungry pussy was waiting and before long, she was rubbing again, willing her way to completion. She had never cum in this position; always laying in her bed or sitting in the bath. Still squatting as the orgasm took her, the leg spasms made her stand abruptly; then just as suddenly her knees buckled, almost sending her crashing to the floor. One hand groped the walls of the stall for some means of support, while the was other determined to see this through to completion. Regaining her balance, she squatted again over the bowl, both hands coaxing the remnants of cum from her pussy and shivers from her spine.

Manny fought the urge to moan, letting out a heavy breath of air instead. The sound of a drip into the water rose from the toilet below. She could see her pussy leaking its thick cum; another fat droplet hanging tenuously from her long lips. She reached for a tissue to wipe herself, trying to regain composure. It was so unlike her to have done such a thing in a public place. Josh would be waiting, so she went to the sink to splash some water on her face, and then headed outside to find him.

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***HE***

It had been almost 2 years since Josh saw his sister, although they often spoke on the phone. Soccer tournaments had taken her away from home during holidays so he didn’t get to see Manny when he was home from college. He was still able to spot her lithe frame in the distance. She had grown a few inches but not much else had changed. She wore running shoes, sweats and baggy t-shirt. Her hair was in a ponytail sticking out the back of a baseball cap. Still a tomboy, he thought.

“Hey, Manny,” Josh called out, still closing the distance between them.

Spinning towards his voice, Manny threw her arms around his neck for a big bear-hug. It was then that he realized just how long it had been since he saw her last. Despite her strong outward appearance, mother nature had changed some things.