Presidents' Day: The Most Romantic Holiday

I just love the look on my sweetheart's face when I give her a copy of the Constitution and a stovepipe hat and tell her that I think she's sexier than Hayes and sweeter than Harrison. Then we go buy furniture and cars together.

In case you haven't gotten it, I'm joking. Maybe you don't know about our lesser-known presidents whom this day is also supposed to be celebrating. Maybe you thought I was talking about Isaac Hayes and George Harrison, and felt that it was too soon. Maybe you live in a country which doesn't deify your past supreme political leaders. It's called Family Day in parts of Canada; maybe I should go for that instead.

Anyway, Presidents' Day (opinion seems to be slightly divided on the subject of where to put the apostrophe, but that's probably because most people don't know how apostrophes work) has never been a big deal for me, mostly because I've never held a job which got off work for silly reasons like that. Since I get Mondays off frequently and seldom get weekends, the concept of a three-day weekend is lost on me in any case. I had no idea it was Presidents' Day until I started seeing advertisements for sales, and even then it's hard to tell whether they're advertising a sale to coincide with the holiday or merely because they felt like including Abraham Lincoln in their laxative commercial. Getting off-topic here.

I decided last week that I had had enough, and I was going to take a personal day or two and visit Sveta at college, because there was no way I was going to be able to last until Easter. I pondered trying to surprise her, but my track record on things like that is pretty bad, and I figured I'd probably show up and she'd have gone home to visit me as a surprise or something. So I just dropped enormous hints without promising I was coming to visit. I'm pretty sure she knew exactly what was on my mind, but she was kind enough to pretend not to know. "So, if I were to come up this weekend, not that I would, would you be there? Would Ernst be there? Or have you found a new boy toy? Would he be there? Strictly hypothetically, of course." Yeah, I was the master of subtlety. I should go to work for the CIA.

I was all set to leave on Friday, but then wham, I had to work. Couldn't get out of it. And then got the news that I'd have to work Saturday too. I was crushed. I was all set to lie and call in sick. But then I finagled a deal whereby if I came in for Saturday morning and knocked out what I needed to knock out, I could leave when it was done, and then not work Sunday at all. I'm afraid I cut a few corners getting out of there on Saturday; my coworkers were sympathetic and helped me shoot in and out as quickly as possible. I'm pretty sure I owe several of them a beer for cleaning up after me.

I had shoved a clean pair of underwear and a change of clothes into a bag in my car, and I drove to Sveta's school at faster than the recommended speed. Got up there before she expected me, which was the extent of the surprise; I got to meet her roomie, finally, who seems like a nice sort of roommate to have in college. I wanted to rip Sveta's clothes right off as soon as I got in the door, but instead we kissed chastely and sat and chatted with her roomie for a while. I was ruining my panties in my extreme need to be doing something sexual; just sitting next to her was driving me crazy. Her roomie knows, I think, what was on my mind; she's not a total prude, just not the sort who would say, "Okay, now you two get naked and let me watch." Or join in. I would have let her, and it would have blown her mind. But anyway, Sveta doesn't seem to have lied and said I was just a friend, which is good.

Finally Sveta took me to dinner, and on the walk over to the dining hall I managed to feel her up like the reprobate I am, which made her squirm and giggle and then finally when no one was looking kiss me with abandon, pressing against me so tightly I thought she would pass through my body and out the other side. We were both horny as hell, although I understand she's been getting regular loving from Ernst. Sounds like it might be getting a bit serious. I don't know what will happen when he graduates, and I hope it won't hurt Sveta if the relationship ends.

My mind wasn't on food. Sveta said that Ernst was in his room and that we could go over there for the evening, where there were adult entertainments to be had of various types, both libational and sexual. So over we headed.

Ernst wasn't exactly how I'd pictured him, even having seen pictures (Sveta sent me one of the two of them, perfectly innocent on the surface, and then told me that shortly thereafter he'd reamed her ass in a sweaty marathon of sex). He's not imposing; he might be shorter than me. But he has charisma and he wasn't nervous at all at meeting me, nor was he over-eager. It was a bit like meeting her boyfriend as a sibling or something, or even as her mother. Not that awkward though. And he knew that I was there for a threesome, which did make him pleased, you could tell.

We were all a bit unsure how to begin, which is more a testament to my feelings of being out of place than anything else. We had a few drinks, nothing particularly strong, just enough to be social and hang out for a while, and then Sveta and Ernst started making out when she pulled her top off, "to get comfortable," she said. I followed suit, and Ernst was in his boxers shortly thereafter, and when Sveta switched from kissing him to kissing me, I felt comfortable enough to reach over and stroke his cock which was tenting his boxers. It's decent. Nothing huge, but respectable. He was obviously enjoying seeing the two of us lock lips while both our hands stroked him, to the point where he pulled down his boxers too, and there was the main event.

I don't often make mention of circumcision because it matters very little to my estimation of most cocks. He was circumcised, and the head of his cock was enormous, which was the notable feature about his cock; otherwise it was pretty standard in size, girth, angle, shape, and so forth. But the head was dark compared to his lighter skin, and it seemed like it was a large proportion of the shaft until I realized that there was a line which wasn't the head of his cock but extended down the shaft a ways. It was a bit odd-looking, having half his cock florid and half quite pale, but it didn't seem to be tender or anything like that.

I gave him a kiss for the first time while Sveta pulled her skirt and panties down in one fell swoop and knelt to work on his cock. He was wearing some cologne which I found mildly off-putting; the scent was just a bit too medicinal and strong for my taste. But then I'm not a scent gal. I didn't let it get to me. He put his hand on my breast and started squeezing in time with Sveta's head bobbing on his dick, which was a nice touch but possibly unintentional. I'll give him credit for it.

Pretty soon his other hand was on her head; he's still young and inexperienced so I let that slide. He broke away from kissing me to grunt tighten up, and he got the most precious face on him when he came. I can't even describe it; it was like he'd suddenly become a little boy. Sveta popped up once he was done and shared a taste with me, and then I pulled down my pants and panties and pulled her down to the bed where we kissed heavily, hands roving over each other's bodies. I wished in that instant, no matter how much I was looking forward to getting some cock, that I could have kicked him out and just had the rest of the evening with her.

We ground together for a while until Ernst started stroking her pussy from the side, then I hopped up and straddled her face and began eating her out, feeling her tongue on my cunt lapping away, letting all the stress drain out of me at the taste of her sweetness. Between my tongue and lips and his finger we got her off, a strong, pulsing orgasm that seemed like it might have been a multiple, and certainly drenched the bedclothes. For some reason I hadn't cum yet, and when Sveta said, somewhat weakly, "Ernst babe, you ready to show Lexi what you can do?" I was kind of glad that my first orgasm of the evening would be on a cock.

He was hard again, hopped up on the bed without us moving, slipped on a condom, and as I felt Sveta kissing my clit he took my hips gently and pressed that monster head between my labia. She must have told him what to do or something, because he was pretty good for his first time with me. When he bottomed out and I felt her tongue go from my clit to his balls, I came. And what an O it was. I gasped and let my body fall between her thighs, just the hips and ass raised, and my back seemed to go through a wave, the tension starting at the base of the spine where it meets the hips, then traveling up to my ribs, my shoulder blades, and then exploding into my skull. And again, and again. It was very nice, the combination of penetration and clit-tonguing.

Once I came down from that, he started to work more quickly, in and out of me, which felt so nice I came again within moments, a smaller, slower orgasm, but one which was nicely heightened by the pair of sensations in my nethers. After that, I even tried to work a little on the cunt which was right in front of my face, but in the end I just licked up the juice and tasted and smelled and felt until finally he pulled out, pulled the condom off, and fired several spurts into Sveta's waiting mouth again.

We were all sweaty and sticky and hot, and so we lounged around naked for a while, had another drink, stroked and enjoyed ourselves. Ernst offered the shower, so Sveta and I streaked giggling down the hall into the bathroom, both blushing even though I could have cared less whether anyone saw. As it happened most of the dorm was out, it being Saturday evening, and we made it into the shower stall unscathed. It was cramped but fun, and when someone came in to use the bathroom, we tried to stay quiet but probably failed. It was mostly cleanliness, but fingers made their way into various orifices, and I had another quickie O on Sveta's talented digits before we shut the water off, realized we hadn't brought towels, and ran, dripping and giggling and blushing, back to Ernst's room.

Sveta spends a reasonable amount of time in Ernst's room, given that he has a single, but she doesn't have any of her toiletries there, so we made do with a proffered towel that was much too small, while Ernst sat back and enjoyed the sight of two naked women doing a very poor job of drying off. Then back to bed, and this time Sveta was the lucky gal; Ernst had the condom on and waiting for her to climb aboard, which she did with gusto. She's got more boob than I do, and watching her ride him was fun, so much fun that I didn't do what I'd intended and go down to where the action was, but rather climbed up myself and without asking sat on Ernst's face where I could kiss Sveta and hold her breasts to feel them bounce.

He's not much of a pussy-eater, is Ernst; his technique is pretty basic, but he's enthusiastic. Of course, it was probably the first time he'd ever had to eat out one woman while fucking another, and while that position was the best one for the neophyte, it still is asking a lot. I enjoyed myself but didn't cum, until it seemed like things were heating up and I went around to give him some help getting her off before he went off himself. I stroked his balls and reached around to finger her clit as she ground down on him, then stuck my finger up her ass, which made her start and giggle and then keep on bouncing, slowly, as the sensations got away from her and she began oozing, then drenching his pubes with moisture. She really is something to watch cum, I tell you.

Then she basically fell off him, and I pulled off the condom and sucked his cock for about five seconds before he unloaded in my mouth. There wasn't much; he was obviously running out of steam, and who can blame him? I left him lying on his back contemplating his good fortune and snuggled up with Sveta, stroking her still-sensitive lips, kissing her, feeling the heat radiate from her body.

After that, I could have gone for a lot more because I'm insatiable, but the two junior partners were tuckered out, so we lay there in bed, Sveta in the middle, and cuddled and chatted. It was nice, talking about stuff, lying there, slowly cooling off. It had been pretty warm in the room to start with, but the temperature dropped and we pulled the slightly-soggy blanket over ourselves and kept talking. Sveta fell asleep first, and then Ernst and I watched a movie for a while until we both dropped off too. It had been a long day for me, and while I had a bit of trouble, on the whole, falling asleep like that was fine with me.

The bed was tiny, and we all wound up tossing and turning and waking up. I woke to them spooning beside me, gave Sveta a kiss, and left them to it, slipping on panties and heading to the bathroom. I don't know why I put on panties and nothing else; it wasn't like it was particularly modest to do that. I didn't meet anyone in the hall, so it didn't matter.

When I came back, she was on her face and he was on top of her, nothing moving but their hips, up and down in rhythm, little movements. Surely he couldn't be in her ass, not this early, I thought, but I thought wrong, because that's just what he was in. It was a nice way to get anal for her; not violent, just easy and slow, rubbing together. I reached under and got my fingers into her, then lay back and felt them pressing my hand down each time.

She gasped and so did he, and by the way she flowed she was cumming and then he was too. It was cute, watching the two of them cum at the same time. "Wow," he said, rolling off her after a few minutes. "She's never cum with me in her ass before." Her asshole was a bit distended, and there was a trickle of white from it.

"You don't wear a condom for anal?" I asked, mostly by way of conversation. I wasn't being judgmental.

"Oh God, it totally slipped my mind," he said, looking stricken. "Quick, go rinse off or something."

"No babe, it's okay," she said, rolling over and glowing, smile on her face. "I was going to ask, but I figured it didn't matter. I hope I didn't make a mess on your cock or anything."

Just the way she looked was enough, and I had to kiss her, and I kissed her pleasantly until we both realized that he was really worried still. "She's fine," I said. "Go wash up. She doesn't mind."

"Really, I don't," she said. He didn't look like he believed her completely, but what was he going to say? He went out in his boxers.

"He seems nice," I said. "Nice enough to worry, or has he heard rumors that you've got horrible diseases?"

"He is nice. He's never been anything but a gentleman. I've never asked him to wear a condom; he just does. And this was really the first time he's ever been in even my ass without. I've wanted it, Lexi, I really have. You're lucky; creampies on demand."

"Well, not really." And I filled her in a bit more on the situation with the lack of sex for yours truly. Which persists, annoyingly. Perhaps I'll go into more detail at some point. Perhaps not. It's more personal than interesting, and less interesting than annoying.

We snuggled, cum no doubt staining his sheets, until he came back, looking worried again. We smiled at him. "Come to breakfast with us?" we asked, almost in unison. It was ridiculously cutesy, or it would have been had we planned it. That seemed to diffuse his worry, and we all pulled on clothes, although Sveta left her underwear on the floor, a trophy no doubt. I'll have to bring her more undies when I see her again.

Breakfast was a sleepy affair; after the first excitement of the morning had worn off, it was clear to my brain that I hadn't slept well in a few days now, and my brain wanted nothing more than to sleep for a few days. Since I couldn't kick Ernst out of his room and he looked like he might go back there and sleep himself, and since Sveta's roomie was in her room, we sat in the dining hall until they kicked us out, then we found a quiet spot and sat there where it was warm, just talking about things, nothing serious, just funny stories about stupid professors and bad actors and so forth.

Finally, I said, "Honey, I want to stay here forever, I really do, but if I don't leave now, I'll have to spend the night because I'll never make it home without falling asleep." She snuggled for a minute, then got up rather abruptly and pulled me up too, then planted a big kiss on my lips, with bodies pressed together, and walked me to my car in silence. We didn't really say anything else, just goodbyes and another kiss, which threatened to turn into either crying or public nudity until we sensibly broke away and I drove off home.

It was nice visiting, and after having slept for longer than I intended this morning, I don't even feel particularly the worse for wear. I called her when I got home and we talked a bit on the phone. Everything seems normal. I'm pretty happy about how it turned out, and while I would have liked to get some more loving or some more sex or even just some more time alone with Sveta, I'm not particularly depressed or missing her terribly. All in all, a great trip, and even if it's basically the only thing that's gone right for me in what feels like forever, I'll take it. Hope you enjoyed your vicarious lightning vacation.

Happy Presidents' Day, and may all your cherry trees be chopped.