Aphrodite’s Blessing (NSFW)

I have to say I was hoping for more response, but I realize that there is as of yet no muscle in my story. That should be rectified shortly. Until then…

***

I didn't want to wake up. I turned and pulled the sheets over my head to block out the sun, linger in blissful dreams just a few seconds more. I sighed as the image of Myrna's small breasts hanging out for my pleasure slowly receded into memory. I desperately tried to remember how in my dream she had been crying my name, moaning and thrashing as I had pumped my rod inside her. Encroaching wakefullness could not be avoided however. I sighed and rolled over, with every intention of getting up out of bed. Instead, I felt the cold cement of dormitory walls.

That wasn't right. In my sleepiness I must have rolled the wrong way – toward the wall instead of toward the center of my room. I tried again, but again encountered an unexpected obstacle. My flesh met soft warm flesh – flesh that sighed contentedly and wrapped long arms around my chest.

"You're awake," Myrna purred not quiet opening her eyes, but instead burying her tired face into my chest as she pulled me toward her. "That was amazing," she whispered, the sound mostly lost against my ribcage.

She shifted and groaned. "Although, you did leave me a little sore. Next time we need to find a proper bed, instead of the gym floor."

Her breath against me began to come in more regular intervals, until I presumed she had fallen back asleep. I could tell, with her body pressed against me, that the sheets were the only thing we both wore. I looked around trying not to wake Myrna. It was a dorm room – in the same building as mine – but definitely not mine. Too organized for one thing, with more plants, and even a goldfish, and while I had a room alone, there was clearly a second person living in this one. While one half of the room was neatly if sternly arranged, the other half was pink. Pink bedspread, pink pictures taped to the white wall, even a pink computer. It was Myrna and Cynthia's room I realized. From the lack of noise – and lack of concern on Myrna's untroubled face – I assumed we were alone.

I relished the feeling of a warm and naked Myrna snuggled against me, but in doing so encountered two growing problems. One was the blood being diverted to my loins, the other an increasing pressure on my bladder.

"Myrna…" I whispered. She roused only enough to resettle her face against my shoulder.

"Myrna…" I tried a little louder.

"Eric…" She whispered back, almost wonderously, her eyes fluttered open, "I was afraid it had all been a dream."

"I guess not."

"Lucky us," Myrna smiled.

"Myrna," she sighed at the sound of her name, "Myrna, I need to go to the bathroom."

"Oh," Myrna pouted, disappointed about having to let me go, "fine…" She untangled herself from me and sat up on the edge of the bed, taking the cover with her. She pointed to the door. "Through there…"

I hesitated only enough to take in the sight of Myrna covered only by a sheet before I made my way to the bathroom.

I was washing my hands and trying to put together my scrambled memories. A strange woman. The recompense of Paris? Myrna. Myrna. There was no hiding my bodies reaction to the thoughts of her as I stood naked in the bathroom.

There was a knock on the door. I let it open a crack so I could peer through and not reveal my naked state to whoever was there. I felt a sigh of relief, it was Myrna, naked and leaning against the door frame.

"Hey there," she smiled.

"Hey," I said, unexperienced at morning after conversation.

"I was…" she flipped her unruly hair out of her face, and then her hand lingered down to her soft white exposed breast. "…I was thinking about taking a shower," she bit her lip. "You want to help?"

Apparently "help" was a euphimism for holding one of her legs while she hugged my head, and I rammed into her again and again with her back to the porcelain tile. My lust had taken over me again, and when I finally peaked, it was an avalanche. I let go of her and she slid down the slick tile into a curled up mass at my feet, her breathing labored and ragged.

She reached up my body. The steaming water ran in rivulets down my trembling frame.

"You are one talented guy," Myrna said exhausted, she spread out her legs so she was sitting at the corner of the tub. She gently touched her shaggy bush. She winced.

"I'm going to be sore in the morning," she looked up at me, her eyes filled with contentment and awe. Her shower slicked dark hair clung to her face and her small breasts jiggled with each shiver that passed through her body. She offered up her hand. I was prepared to pull her up, but instead she pulled me down. She wrapped her arms around me, and under the showerhead's downpour, it took me a moment to realize that she was crying, the gentle tremors racking her bodies were sobs.

I lifted her head out of my shoulder where she had buried it. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you."

Myrna laughed and blinked away tears. "No, it's not… I'm just being silly, like a thirteen year old girl or something," she untangled one of her arms and wiped at her face. It was impossible with the water falling on us to tell what was tears, but she didn't seem content until she had rubbed at her eyes a few more times.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

She smiled, but her eyes were red from crying. "Nothing's wrong, everythings great, wonderful… you… I never thought I could feel like this about someone, or feel like that," she blushed, "with someone. It was beyond incredible. I'm just… it's hard to explain."

She paused and the downbeat of the shower against the clear plastic doors and tiles was the only sound we heard, curled up together in the corner.

She finally continued. "I'm just… You were there the whole time, and I just didn't see you. I could've walked away, and never known… never known…" she reached out and touched my face, as if to confirm I was real, "…you."

She looked at me, brown eyes rimmed with red. "I'm just afraid, I'm going to wake up, or I'm going to loose you somehow."

I hugged her tight to me, and she started crying again. I didn't understand, but I seemed to be doing the right thing because soon she started to whisper.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you…" over and over, a quiet fervent chant. Finally at the end:

"I love you."

I froze. It had been so quiet I wasn't sure I had actually heard it, and I dared not say anything.

***

The summer was divided into two semesters and a dreary mid summer break. Most employees weren't even on campus during the break, except lowly undergraduates tasked with watching over the nearly deserted fitness center.

Technically we were supposed to man two separate desks, but instead I locked the doors to mine and hung out with Myrna. We would sit together, talk, watch paid programming and of course, Myrna would get up, slide the shutter over the desk closed and then we would make love until Myrna was slick with sweat and trembling.

"OH GOD!" She flopped backward onto the floor, and held up six fingers. We were going for the record of seven.

I was still hard, and we were both struggling for breath. Myrna's wild undergrowth of pubic hair was slick and glistening.

"I don't think…" she looked up at me, where I was sitting, "…I just don't know if I can… go again." She brushed her sweat slicked hair back over her shoulder. "It's not natural, you know, I've looked it up. Two orgasms is supposed to be an amazing experience, three, once in a lifetime."

My eyebrows knit together. "You always have three, at least."

"I know," she edged forward again her eyes watching me, hungry and wary. "I don't know if I'm the freak or you are."

"You," I said with a teasing grin.

"Maybe…" she lowered herself back onto me and began to gentle pump up and down.

I wasn't a virgin before I met Myrna. It was a late night freshman year, and I had got drunk at a party and hooked up with a girl. I still remembered it vividly, but it was so different with Myrna. With Myrna, it felt so easy, so natural, so intuistic. I just knew that if I moved my hips like this…

"OHHH!" Myrna yelped in surprise.

…or if I touched her just like this…

"Ahh! AHH!" Myrna tried to squirm away from my touch.

…it would drive her wild. It hadn't even taken a minute and I could feel her tense, her rhythym working to a fevered pitch. She was past the point of no return. She bucked up and down, and content with the record I relaxed and let her final orgasm be my release. I spilled into her and that just heightened everything for her.

"OH Eric!" She yelled, and then collapsed into me, a ragdoll. Her head was limp on my shoulder, but I could feel her heartbeat racing. It seemed like if it didn't slow down she might suffer irreversible damage. I silently swore that from now on six would be our limit.

She was several minutes before she stirred again. She pulled her head back and looked at me blearily.

"Myrna, your eye!"

She didn't react, but on one eye was a ominous blood red spot, highlighted against the milky white. She blinked and slowly her eyes regained a more lucid look, and not the earlier glassy stare. She kissed me on the forehead. If she heard my concern, she didn't react, she just fell asleep in my arms.

I was getting fairly adept at dressing her, with only limited help. I got her decent and reopened the desk.

***

It wasn't all like that, we did normal things too, watch movies, talk, go on walks across campus. I learned she was an English major, youngest of three children, with two old brothers. We would sit on her bed and talk for hours.

She was pretty, if not perfect. Slightly unruly black hair, a nose that was maybe a little too big, and arms and legs that bordered on being too thin. She sat leaning against the head of the bed painting her toenails, wearing a tanktop and short black shorts. The red dot on her eye had grown, but was just now beginning to shrink. The doctor had told her it was a broken capilary, and it was nothing to be worried about, she should just cut down on the vigirous activity. She had blushed, and looked adorable.

Of course, neither of us wanted to cut down on the vigirous activity, although I never again pushed Myrna as far as that night. I was learning to generate in Myrna different types of orgasms, little ones she described as "warm glowing heat from the crown of her head to her toes," to big over the top ones, the kind that left her heart racing and her on the verge of unconciouness.

Myrna put a last touch on her now purple big toe, and held it up for my inspection.

"How does it look?" She wiggled her toes.

"Good."

"Only good?"

I looked at her, she was wearing a mischevious grin. "Only good?" She asked again.

"OK, how about incredibly sexy."

"Better," she conceded raising her foot so she could see it, sprawled out as she was across her bed. It was late afternoon, and it was the last day of summer break. Our habit of spending all day in Myrna's room would be interrupted by our increased responsibilities and the return of Cynthia, Myrna's roommate.

We could still hang out in my room, I didn't have a roommate, but with the last day of the mip summer break slipping away I could sense the bitter taste of an ending approaching. Myrna seemed to hear my thoughts.

"No matter what else happens, Eric, this has been the best two weeks of my life." She said it with not a hint of irony on her face. The flat honesty of the statement made me uncomfortable and reminded me of her earlier proclimation of love for me, something neither of us had brought up since.

"I…" She put a finger over my lip and I stopped speaking.

"I'm sorry, if this makes me seem crazy, or like some love sick teenager, but I love you Eric, and being with you these two weeks has been amazing."

I was glad she had urged me to silence, because I couldn't respond to that.

Chapter 2: Curse

We were talking, lazy Monday afternoon talk. I was teasing her about her bony elbows and knees – "Jill Skeleton" I called her, she pouted and tried not to react to when my expert touch made her gasp with pleasure.

The keys rattling in the dorm door caught us up short. We had gotten used to having the whole of campus to ourselves.

"Hey Myrna… oh hi!" Cynthia, Myrna's roommate was carrying in a box. She smiled and looked right at me.

"Hi, I'm Cynthia," she looked for the nearest flat surface and then dropped the box on it, and offered me her hand.

"Eric," I said, Cynthia smiled in delight, "I'm Myrna's…" I trailed off, all this time, Myrna and I hadn't actually discussed the delicate matter of what exactly we were.

"…boyfriend," Myrna interjected smoothly. "He's my boyfriend."

"Oh," Cynthia's eyes flicked back and forth between us, growing slightly wide. "Nice to meet you Eric."

"Same," I said, still flustered. Cynthia, I should mention, is gorgeous. Bikini model gorgeous. Generous breasts, that are probably the only ounce of fat on her body. She was long on lean, with shapely legs and a long bronze neck, exotic eyes, and almost shimmering dark hair.

Cynthia turned her attention back to Myrna.

"Don't you usually have to be at work by now?" Cynthia looked curiously at the digital clock by her bed.

"Not during the…" Myrna's eye widened, "Oh! I'd forgotten, I have a different schedule during the semester!" She looked around for flip-flops and ran to the door.

"Eric!" She caught me as she was about out the door. She kissed me, quickly, and then threw a glance at Cynthia before she ran down the hall, the distinct sound of flip-flops against bare feet receding into the distance.

I turned and realized I was suddenly alone with Cynthia. "Um… nice to meet you, Cynthia, I guess I'll be going…"

She walked, her hips swaying with every step and put a hand over my shoulder pushing the door closed.

"You could stay a while, you know," she batted those long dark eyelashes, "if you are her boyfriend, I'd at least like to get to know you."

"OK," I could feel my back pressed up against the door.

She drew closer and I could feel the large weight of her breasts press against my chest. Those large orbs threatened to spill over the top of her tight tanktop.

"Myrna…" I stammered.

"…is a girl. You deserve a woman," she pulled away and deftly pulled down her shirt. Those magnificent breasts popped free, hanging in the air as if defying gravity.

"You can touch them, if you want, I won't bite," her teeth coyly pressed into her ruby lips, "…unless you would like that."

My hands moved of their own accord, the heft and size of her breasts were prodigious, easily filling my hands. She moaned at my touch. I experimentally flicked a finger over her nipple. She shivered.

"Eric, that's good," she purred, "I'm usually not that sensitive."

"My turn," she wispered, and slid down my body onto her knees. She pulled me forward away from the door and around her until I was seated on her bed. She pulled away my pants, and my waiting member sprung to life.

"Yum," was Cynthia's only response.

She swallowed me. I could feel the tip over my now over stimulated cock rub against the back of her throat. I'd never felt anything so overpoweringly erotic.

I knew if I said, "That's it. Drink it all," Cynthia would go wild. I said it. She did.

I knew if I pulled her hair, and whispered, "You don't deserve this," Cynthia would go wet with desire, eagerly awaiting my seed. I did. Her eyes rolled back in her head.

I came.

To me the door seemed to open in slow motion. Myrna burst in her face filled with a look of bemusement.

"Can you believe it, I forgot my…" She froze.

I tried to protest, to stand up, but to no avail. Cynthia had me locked in place, as I orgasmed down into her throat.

Myrna's face turned unreadable, and she grabbed something off her desk and turned to go. I pushed Cynthia roughly away, but she just smiled up at me. I pulled up my pants and rushed after Myrna as she rushed out the door.

Cynthia didn't even bother to cover up her breasts, although thankfully no one else was in the hallway. "Nice to meet you, Eric!" She yelled.

Myrna was walking quickly, and I had to run to catch up with her. I grabbed her shoulder, I expected her to walk away, but instead she froze, and I nearly bowled her over.

I came around so I was facing her. She didn't look mad, just sad. "Cynthia…" she said her voice seemingly emotionless.

"I'm… sorry," it seemed inadequate.

"I forgive you," she said. "Even before you asked." She didn't look up at me, just shook her head unbelievingly. She pushed me suddenly roughly and I realized I was being pushed into one of the communal dorm bathrooms.

I began to protest, but it was empty, most students weren't on campus during the summer and most people in this dorm had private bathrooms. She pushed me back through two pairs of curtains into a cramped shower stall.

She knelt down, it wasn't hard for her to get my pants off, my fly was open and my belt was hanging loose. With trembling hands she undid the sole button that held them closed, she pulled them down.

I watched wordlessly as she too took my member and gently massaged it until it grew hard again. She opened her mouth.

A more objective part of my brain told me she wasn't as pretty as Cynthia, nor as skilled. I tried to shut the part of my brain down. While Myrna lacked Cynthia's obvious skill, she was trying, and it felt good.

I knew if I said, "That feels incredible," and gripped her shoulder with urgency, she would love it. I did.

I let himself go as I felt Myrna amateurish attempts gain confidence. She began to pump her head back and forth in an increased rythym, hoping to draw forth the same prize Cynthia had only moments before. Amazingly I was able to provide.

She gagged as the semen clogged her throat, she tried to swallow most of it, but was unprepared for the strange sensation. Instead it dribbled down her chin, splashed onto her white shirt.

"I'm sorry," she gasped. It was surreal, she found me and Cynthia and she was apologizing. "Next time, next time, it'll be better."

***

Myrna believed practice made perfect, and practice she did. With Cynthia back we spent more and more time in my room, and if Myrna spent the night I would awaken to her working to improve her technique on my morning wood.

Myrna had changed after she caught me with Cynthia, which was to be expected, but the changes I would have never have guessed. Her clothes became more revealing, she spent extra hours, grooming, putting on makeup, tending to her hair. It was if she had to prove to me she was good enough.

It began to eat at me. I had cheated on her, she seemed to be trying to make it up to me.

Her pant waistlines grew lower, her shirts higher, and she started to wear thongs, whose straps were just barely visible on the edge of her hips.

Cynthia acted unabashedly. She followed us everywhere, ate lunch with us, invited herself on walks with us. The tension was almost unbearable, except Myrna strangely didn't seem jealous. For Cynthia, it seemed I was a prize to be won, and Myrna seemed to accept that. Cynthia, far from resigned by Myrna's stubborness relished the competition. After the first week it almost settled in to a routine. A tense, potentially explosive routine, but a routine none the less.

As the campus filled back up, I began to get looks. The looks from the other boys I understood. Cynthia, probably one of the hottest girls in school doted on me, and I could feel eyeballs click to watch us as we passed. Not all those eyes followed Cynthia though. Myrna was now attracting her own pairs of eyes.

For about a week, everytime I saw her, Myrna's hairstyle was different. She had now settled on a sleek, short, gelled looked – a little punk, a little goth, and very shiek. Her new style was getting attention.

Then those eyes would settle on me, and wonder: who is this guy?

From the girls I got different looks – but those I tried to ignore.

I sat down first, pushing my lunch tray to the back corner of the booth. Myrna was quick to follow me, to push herself to get the seat beside me. Cynthia pouted and settled for the seat across from me.

I tried not to get involved. I felt in over my head.

"You know," Cynthia said as she sat down. "I've got the bigger boobs." I tried to ignore her, but Myrna didn't.

"Maybe, but I think most guys would rather not spend the rest of their lives with a physical therapy major. Occasionaly they would have to talk to you," Myrna said it with a smile. "Brains over beauty."

I had, sadly, gotten used to these back and forths and dared not interrupt.

"That's why they have the highly rated Ms. America 'Quiz Bowl' every year," Cynthia grinned as she put a piece of lettuce into her mouth.

It was Myrna's turn to pout. I ate in silence, still fearing that despite the strange psuedo truce the two woman could turn to physical violence. Beside me Myrna straightened up suddenly.

"Hey!" Myrna complained, "that was the wrong leg."

Cynthia, looked thoughtful, "It did feel a little to smooth, have you been using my Nair?"

I felt a foot touch my leg from across the table.

"Yes," Myrna said defiantly, then looked sheepish, "I hope that's OK."

"Oh, definitely, I love that stuff," Cynthia's voice turned quiet, "though don't use it," she glanced down, "down there."

Myrna blushed.

"I did once," Cynthia winced, "let me tell you, only wax for me from now on." She smiled at me. "I'll have to show you sometimes."

I looked at Myrna, expecting another quip. Instead she just asked, "Where do you get that done?"

Cynthia grinned, "A little salon in the strip mall just off campus, right next to the Laundrymat. We'll have to go together sometimes, it's scary enough that I don't like facing it by myself."

Myrna nodded. "Does it hurt?" She looked concerned.

Cynthia gave her a look. "Of course it does. Price of beauty."

Myrna nodded again. The sudden veering between girlfriends and rivals was always head spinning.

"So I'm going to go see the new Batman movie tonight, wanna come?" Cynthia asked grinning again.

"Actually," I glanced at Myrna, "I've already got plans to see it."

"Oh come on," Myrna sighed, "of course she knows you were planning on seeing it with me." Myrna grimaced. "Her network of spies is everywhere."

"Oh, were you planning to go tonight?" Cynthia asked with mock innocence.

"Oh come off it, Cynthia," Myrna looked resigned, "as normal, you're invited."

"Oh great, so you'll both be coming then?" Cynthia, clapped in glee.

Myrna rolled my eyes. Cynthia's foot was creeping up my leg. Myrna seemed to sense it, and protectively put a hand on my crotch, gently massaging me.

Cynthia's foot encountered Myrna's hand with disappointment.

"Oh well, take care of him for me," she sighed. "I've got to go to class."

Myrna waved goodbye. "Try not to sleep with two many boys on the way there."

Cynthia just laughed and walked away her walk leaving her shapely butt swaying with every step.

"Are you OK?" I asked Myrna. She turned to face me no longer watching Cynthia.

"Yeah, of course," Myrna answered, a sudden expression of concern on her face, "why?"

"Just the whole Cynthia thing," I asked dubiously, not for the first time.

Myrna just rolled her eyes. "Yeah, of course, she's my friend after all, we did arrange to be roommates. I don't mind watching the movie with her."

"That's not what I meant," I protested.

Myrna looked at me with a soft smile. She looked so different now, her new edgier look, the black eyeliner, razor cut hair, but still somehow the same.

"Don't worry about it," she just shrugged.

"How can you say that?" I asked.

"You are worth fighting for," she said it, the same way she managed to say the most improbable things, flatly and unironicly.

"Oh, I haven't shown you yet, have I?" Myrna said suddenly.

"Shown me what?"

"Cynthia said you wouldn't notice," she pushed back her black gelled spikey hair. Her ear had three new studs poking into the upper part of her ear.

"When did you get that done?" I said, admiring the new addition to Myrna's new look.

"Cynthia took me last night," Myrna said, gently testing the top of the ear with her finger.

"Of course."

"I made the mistake of asking her how she knew so much about the best places to get pierced," Myrna shuttered. "The things some people will do to their bodies. So what do you think?"

"They're cute."

"I was hoping you'd like them," Myrna stuck out her tounge, "I was thinking about getting my tongue done, too." She frowned. "I just didn't want it to interfere with our…" she blushed.

So did I.

"…Anyway, I just saw you talking to the girl who worked the front desk of the library, how you liked her piercings, so tell me, what should I get next, tongue or nose."

"You look great as it is," I said. And it was true, her new look had brought her had brought her out of obscurity, apparently between the two of them, Cynthia and Myrna were turning down more than their share of would be suitors.

"No," Myrna shook her head, "my minds made up. Nose it is. I'll have Cynthia take me."

I smiled, it was a weird life, but I liked it. Myrna was wonderful, and even Cynthia, annoying as she was had her moments. It was fun to hang out with them.

Myrna was wearing her wicked smile, a smile that was as new as her new look. I'd seen it only a couple of times now, but I was beginning to recognize it.

"I have to go to class, too, you know," Myrna said, too innocently.

"What's going on in that head of yours?" I asked.

"Well it's a big lecture hall class. At least a hundred people, maybe two," Myrna brought her lips up to my ear and her voice dropped to a conspiritorial whipser. "I was thinking you could come with me."

I honestly didn't know where she was going with this.

"Remember that finger thing you did last night…"

I blushed, I had had Myrna begging form more bucking and writhing with every little flex of my index finger.

"…I was thinking of how hot it would be to have you try that in class."

I looked at Myrna in shock. That was very kinky. "I think there are rules against… um… public displays of affection," I blushed.

"We'll sit in the back, nobody will ever know," Myrna fluttered her eyebrows, a skill I had no doubt she had practiced with Cynthia.

"OK."

***

We sat down in the last row of the auditorium. Myrna had not been kidding when she said it was a big class. I didn't know that there were this many students on campus during the summer.

"Dr. Hidgens is the most popular lecturer at the school," Myrna explained quietly as she swung her little desk up and over so that it covered her lap. She grabbed my hand and led it under the seat rest between us.

"And this is his most popular class – ancient myth and modern literature," she smiled as I softly and experimentally felt under her skirt. No underwear. She must have been planning this all day.

Myrna was right, no one sat in the back two rows.

An older man, his hair silvery and well combed came in and started writing on one of the six black boards. Immediately all the students began to copy his words into their notebooks – all except one, who was fighting to keep from making any noises that would give us away.

From somewhere in the distance I hear the lecture start. "We are going to talk about the origins of the Trojan war today…"

I was more concerned about listening Myrna trying to keep her breathing steady as I gently touched her in her most sensitive spots.

It almost seemed like a game, I tried to keep Myrna riding the edge. She even tried to keep notes, but I could see that her normally neat handwriting was erratic today.

"…Athena offered Paris great strength and prowlness in battle…"

Myrna scrawled the word strength before a powerful shudder traveled up her body.

"…but Aphrodite's offer was the most irresistable…"

Myrna was gripping the edge of her desk with white knuckles, smiling and breathing in short breaths. Her eyes were closed.

"…and because of her actions, the Trojans, and their heroes, were killed by the Greeks…"

Class was drawing to an end, and Myrna was drawing near the end of her strength. I pushed her gently over the edge. She closed her eyes and clenched her fists. I was afraid she might snap her poor mechanical pencil in half. Instead her eyes rolled back in her head, and she slouched backward, all the resistance draining out of her body. She was covered in a thin glow of sweat.

The professor was dismissing students and I pulled my hand away, she caught it and held it, crossing her legs demurely.

"Best lecture I've ever attended," she sighed.

I've just updated Chapter 2 with the second part:

http://brawna.org/stories/aphrodites-blessing/chapter-2-curse

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