Threesome. Cameltoe stories by Carli:
This story takes place in the middle of my first semester at college. I was living in a suite/apartment dorm room with three other suitemates. All three were new college friends for me and I met them for the first time as we were placed together in the apartment. We had to get to know each other and learn to live with each other. Janine was a sweetie – with hair and skin coloring very similar to my own. She was VERY innocent, but interested in sex, loved guys – but had little experience with them in high school, and was a very attractive, very horny girl, deep down inside, but she didn’t know it when I first met her. Carla was from the Deep South, had darker hair, somewhat weird clothes, but had a great figure, long legs and a great ass! She had a smaller chest than Janine and I, but had beautiful, full lips and a pouty smile. Robin was a very light-skinned Jamaican girl, with gorgeous dark hair. She was short, really cute, had a great accent, and fantastic lingerie and swimwear. We all became instantly close, and almost inseparable whenever we weren’t in classes. Seven weeks into the semester, Robin was diagnosed with Mono, and had to withdraw for the remainder of the semester. We were all really sad to see her move out and the Quad really missed her. Janine, Carla and I became REALLY tight as the semester wore one. We would always find the time to sit together, usually on Janine’s bed each night and talk for a few hours at a time. The conversation always came around to guys, sex, what we liked about them and what it was about us that always seemed to attract their attention. One night, as we sat in Sweats, PJ pants and cotton shorts, I noticed that each of us was showing some degree of a cameltoe, as we sat, cross-legged on the bed. The longer we sat there, the deeper the “toes” seemed to get. I couldn’t help but mention this phenomenon and Carla chuckled when she looked around and noticed. Janine had no idea what we were laughing about. I pointed to her crotch, Carla’s, and mine and she began to blush. We didn’t think much more of this, but again, noticed that we all showed one the next night, and began feeling somewhat comfortable talking about cameltoes. I was still too shy to mention what had happened at the Mall earlier in the semester – I didn’t think they were ready to hear what I actually did there, but Janine began talking about whether or not guys would notice our cameltoes. I piped up and said,” Of course they would notice – they actually look for these.” Janine couldn’t believe it. Carla agreed, and told us about a time when she was wearing her Gym shorts in high school, and they had a co-ed Gym class one day. She said that guys were staring at her crotch and she became uncomfortable realizing that her shorts had probably gotten to be a bit too small. As we talked, I noticed that Janine would occasionally brush her cameltoe with her fingers, kind of casually, but more often than purely accidentally. At first I thought that she was slightly pulling on her pants – trying to ease or remove the cameltoe, but it remained there. She was also becoming more talkative, and her voice was sounding more agitated, rising gradually in pitch. This became a common occurrence each night, as we talked about the same thing – eventually our conversation evolved into how or when did we last flash a cameltoe during the day at some guy, and what was the reaction. What was actually happening to us? Cameltoe flashing was becoming a major focus of our day – each of us would tell some bizarre tale each night as we shared our experiences. The stories were getting hotter and hotter each night. We actually began wearing more obvious “cameltoe” clothing – pants or shorts that showed our cameltoes more clearly – more visibly. We stopped wearing plaid pants and all began wearing solid colors so that our cameltoes were more visible.
One night, in late November, Janine had a really “off the wall” idea. She was wondering if anyone ever watched us through our dorm window. She suggested that she and I were to lie on her bed, wearing cotton workout shorts, on our stomachs with our legs apart, displaying the most vivid, deep cameltoes possible, while pretending to be talking to each other. Carla was to go to the next room and turn out the light, watching to see if any of the guys, whose dorm rooms were across the Quadrangle, directly opposite ours, were watching us out their windows.
After about 15 minutes, Carla came back into our room and we assumed our usual “cameltoe” positions on the bed. We couldn’t believe what she told us. She said that as soon as we laid on the bed, room lights across the Quad began going out. She could see at least four rooms with guys’ faces, in the dark – some with binoculars, watching us – watching our cameltoes – staring at our crotches like animals! We weren’t angry – we weren’t even grossed out – WE WERE (all three of us) completely TURNED ON! We felt like we baited them and they bit on the hooks – they wanted to see our cameltoes, and we were turned on showing them. How many nights had they been watching us? Janine was becoming a bit more comfortable brushing her cameltoe with her hand, and for the first time, later that first night that we did this “show,” I swear I heard Janine alone in bed - her voice making tiny, sweet moaning sounds. I was convinced that she was masturbating, as was I that night. I couldn’t keep my hands from sliding through my cameltoe, and eventually sliding underneath it. I was so wet and turned on. My “button” was so swollen and ripe – I must have come four times just thinking about those guys across the lawn stroking their rods and maybe even coming at the same time. I still didn’t know if Carla was as turned on as Janine and I were, but would find out in the next few weeks.
Nice story.