"It sounds like you're not together anymore," Connie said. "What happened to him?"
"Oh, he's gone now," Bambi sighed, wistfully. She looked down at her hands in her lap. I tried to think of something to say that would get her mind off of Ben that wouldn't sound like I was deliberately changing the subject, but I couldn't come up with anything before she continued.
"Connie, if you ever meet someone who changes the whole world for you, you be sure to cherish every second that you have together. You never know which one will be the last."
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up an unhappy memory," Connie said, taking Bambi's hand to console her.
"That's OK. Whenever I think about him now, it's a happy memory. You should never let your sadness over losing someone spoil all the happy memories you made together. You know, Sam taught me that. She's pretty smart."
"For my age, you mean?" I finally found a way to deflect the conversation.
"Aren't you the one who's always saying that age doesn't matter?" Bambi asked.
"Guilty."
"You're right, too," Connie said, coming out of a brief moment of reflection. I assumed she had been thinking of her father after Bambi's comment about memories. It seemed terribly selfish, but I felt relived that it would probably distract her from making a connection between Bambi's boyfriend and Mrs. Reynolds' husband.
"Age doesn't matter," she continued, "I see now that I screwed up in school because I confused maturity and liberty. I wasn't mature enough to use the liberty that I had wisely. I was hanging out with a bunch of people who were behaving just like I was and I thought that justified what I was doing. Next time, things are going to be different. Now, I just need to get a handle on the classwork."
"Studying is the key," I said. "I used to hate to study. I rushed through it just to get it over with. You can't do that. You have to invest in studying. The more you put into it, the more you get out, and the better you will do in class."
"But so much of the stuff in the courses just isn't that interesting." Connie said.
"If your teachers aren't making it interesting for you, then you have to find something interesting about it on your own. I thought History was deathly uninteresting, until I started trying to imagine myself in the place of some of the people I was reading about. Then it got very interesting for me. I would pick someone in each section and picture myself in their place, doing what they did and making the decisions that they made. It made it come alive for me and now History is just about my favorite subject."
"I thought you were going to tell me about drills and memorizing and stuff. Your idea sounds like it could be a lot of fun."
"The amount of fun I was having surprised me too. Since I started enjoying my schoolwork, I get impatient about how slowly we have been going through the material. I've been going outside the curriculum to do some research on my own. You'd be amazed at what they leave out of schoolbooks. Mostly just the interesting parts!"
"You mean like Catherine the Great having sex with a horse?"
"Actually, that's a myth. But the reason it got started was because the men of the time were so afraid of a successful and powerful woman that they felt they had to spread lies about her to ruin her reputation — even after she was dead. That's the sort of thing they leave out of textbooks — that people have been behaving badly throughout recorded history." I was about to go into my rant on learning from History and quoting Hegel and all, but I clamped my jaw shut instead and looked at Bambi to see if she would save me from my tendency to lecture.
"Well," Bambi said, "since we just missed one show, maybe we could watch another instead." She got up and went to the shelf next to the video player. Picking up a couple of boxes, she said, "It seems that we have with us tonight the cousin of the famous actress, Summer Winters. These are two of her latest videos, 'Mammary Lane' and 'Sperm Raider'. Janice? Which one would you like to see?"
"Oh my!" Janice said. "I don't know. I've never seen any of her films. I guess, 'Sperm Raider'. She told me she had a lot of fun making that one."
"Summer Winters is your cousin?" Connie asked. "That's so cool."
Bambi turned on the entertainment system and put on the video while Janice explained to Connie how Cousin Shirlene had come to be a star in the adult video industry.
Seeing what was happening, Jolene and Bud ran around cutting off or dimming the lights and then came over to watch it with the rest of us. When they squeezed onto the couch with the rest of us, I noticed a couple of damp spots on the leg of Bud's shorts. It looked like Jolene had been playing with his cock to the point that precum had started to dribble out. From the way he sat down so carefully, I thought the poor boy's balls must be about to explode.
The video started off with the lovely Miss Winters taking a shower. The scene was done in long slow pans up and down her body as the water and soap-suds ran down over her curves. She seemed to be having a wonderful time getting clean, because the soundtrack was full of 'Oooo's, 'Aaaa's, and 'Mmmmm's.
The camera had just zoomed in for a closeup of Miss Winter's rubbing her soapy clit with both hands, when out of the blue, I climaxed. At first, I thought it was because of a build-up of tension left over from being so close to Jim's cock and watching Janice start to get familiar with it. Then it hit me that I was feeling Neeka's orgasm over our own little closed-circuit x-rated cable channel. This was what happened to her whenever she was in range of me when I had a climax. Now, because of our recent sharing, the tables were turned.
There wasn't much I could do about the situation except enjoy it, so I relaxed on the couch and let myself feel Jim's cock plowing into Neeka's pussy, driving her into a long-delayed and much-needed orgasm. I could feel him bottom-out in her vagina and press against her insides. I could feel her pussy contract around his big beautiful cock and squeeze him over and over again as it tried to coax the cum from his balls. The sensation of being fucked was so strong that I shoved my hands down the front of my shorts and felt for the fleshy invader between my own legs. There was nothing there, of course, and all I felt was my own pussy throbbing in sympathy with Neeka's.
"Wow! Sam's sure enjoying this!" Janice said. She was sitting next to me and couldn't have missed what was happening. She watched me mimic the action of the screen and drew the wrong conclusion. "Oh, gee! What a great idea! Like Rocky Horror, we'll act along with the movie."
The shower scene was one everyone could play along with, so Janice, Connie and I kicked off our shorts and spread our legs to get our fingers into position. Bambi wasn't yet turned on enough to let Bud see her pussy, so she just unzipped her denim shorts and pushed her hands into the crotch. Jolene was already naked and needed no encouragement to finger herself along with Miss Winters and the rest of us. She even took things a step further by straddling Bud's lap while she did it. Faced with the choice between watching the actress on the TV screen or the live and very excited girl on his lap, Bud did the only intelligent thing and ignored Summer Winters completely.
Summer's climax was interrupted by an abrupt cut to the next scene. In this one, she was hacking her way through a very plastic-looking jungle with a very dull machete when she was very abruptly captured by a tribe of Amazons and led off to confront their chief.
The queen of the Amazon warriors was a muscular girl who was offended by our heroine trespassing on her territory, so she ordered her to be stripped and tied to a convenient pole in the middle of the village. Her hands were tied behind the pole so that her shoulders were forced back, putting her breasts on prominent display. Apparently the Amazons had never seen a blonde woman with such large white breasts before and they kept stroking and squeezing them, driving Summer into state of high arousal, but not allowing her any relief.
We picked Bambi to be the star of this scene, since she was the only one of us who still had a stitch of clothes on. Connie pretended to tie her to a floor-lamp next to the sofa and Bambi pretended to be at our mercy as we pulled her shorts to her ankles and played with her breasts.