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College Girls Ch. 01

By: TheSparkZone



Is college an institution of higher education or is it just an opportunity for exhibitionism? From my limited experience as a freshman, it appears to be the latter of the two. College offers a newfound freedom for coeds away from home for the first time. I soon learned that I could use this freedom to my advantage. However, sometimes situations occur quite by accident.

It was the first day of school and I was running late. My first class starts at 7:00 in the morning, which is much too early for me. I jumped out of bed and pulled off the little T-shirt that I sleep in. There was no time to waste, so I slipped a short, white sundress over my naked body. The dress had buttons all the way down the front. I was in such a hurry that I left two buttons open at the bottom of the dress and three buttons open at the top.

As I glanced at the mirror on my way out the door, I tried to decide if my titties were too visible through the thin fabric of the dress. My puffy pink nipples were easy to see as they pressed against the white cotton material, but there wasn't enough time to put on a bra. There was also a bit cleavage showing because of the open buttons. My breasts are only medium sized, but with a five-foot-one-inch petite body, they don't have to be very big to look good. I also observed that my auburn pussy hair was noticeable when the light hit the dress just right. I guess I picked a bad day to forget my panties. All I could do was hope that it was dark in the classroom.

I stepped outside of the sorority house and wouldn't you know it, there was a strong breeze swirling across the campus. My books were under one arm leaving me only one free hand to hold my dress in place. As I strutted down the sidewalk, a guy approached me from the opposite direction. I really wished I'd taken the time to fasten the last two buttons on my dress because the breeze allowed the gap created by those open buttons to separate. I could tell by the look on the guy's face that he was getting a glimpse of my neatly trimmed bush. I just kept walking and pretended not to notice him.

There was a group of guys sitting on the front steps of the History Building. I was a little nervous as I hurried up the steps. From their sitting position, I knew they could look right up my dress! Since I wasn't wearing any panties, I'm sure they were getting an eyeful. With my books in one hand, I reached for the door with my other hand leaving my short dress unprotected. At that moment, a gust of wind lifted the hem of my dress up above my waist. My bare ass was completely exposed to the guys. I heard some clapping and a few catcalls as I rushed inside the building.

The classroom was more like an auditorium. Since I was late, I was forced to sit in the front row. We weren't in regular desks. The seats were more like chairs with little armrests to put our books on. The rows of seats are elevated, so when the professor began to lecture, he was almost eye-level with my knees. He must have been about sixty years old, but that didn't stop him from trying to sneak a peek between my legs.

I acted as if I was concentrating on my notes while allowing my legs to spread slightly apart. Once I was sure that I had the professor's attention, I began to tease him by spreading my legs a little wider, then quickly closing them together again. The whole time, I tried to look innocent, as if I was unaware of my behavior. Finally, I hooked my feet around the sides of my chair, allowing my legs to spread completely apart. Since I wasn't wearing any panties, the professor had a clear view of my pussy hair.

He walked up a few steps of the aisle next to me while he lectured and I realized he was trying to look down the top of my dress. With the open buttons, I'm sure he could see my bra-less breasts. I innocently leaned over a little further to make sure that he had an unobstructed view of my pretty pink nipples. The cool morning air caused my nipples to poke out like little Hershey's Kisses for the professor's viewing pleasure.

When he returned to the front of the class, I pretended to drop my pen. I got out of my chair and turned around so that my back was to the professor. Then I slowly bent over with my knees straight, allowing the hem of my skirt to ride up and give the professor a good look at my smooth, firm ass. Hopefully, he'll remember this day when he makes out the final grades.

My morning wasn't over yet. As part of my scholarship/grant, I had to work a few hours each week in the library. It was rather warm in the library, so I really didn't want to do anything too strenuous. I was hoping to get an easy job at the front desk. That way I could do some homework while I was there. The head librarian was a mean old lady. She took one look at my skimpy dress and decided that I should re-shelve books. The lady gave me a stack of books and pointed to the area where they needed to go.

There was a table full of nerdy looking guys surrounded by some high bookshelves. I put the books that I was carrying down on the table in front of them and began to look for their places on the shelves. As the guys read their books about space exploration, they gave me the impression that they hadn't come in contact with too many earth girls. They were nudging each other, pointing at me and snickering amongst themselves. I decided to have some fun with these guys.

The first book was on the lowest shelf. As I bent forward to put the book away, the guys were able to see right down the top of my dress. I pretended not to notice that they were watching me, while they pretended to read their books. With three buttons undone at the top of my dress, my bra-less breasts were hanging out for all of the guys to see.

I bent down in front of them to get the next book off of the table. As I leaned way over to look at the catalog number on the book, my breasts were once again on display for the guys. After giving them a few minutes to study my nice pink nipples, I picked up the book and walked over to the bookshelf. The next book was on a higher shelf and I had to stand on my tiptoes to put it away. When I reached up high with the book over my head, I could feel the hem of my dress rise up to the middle of my butt. Half of my bare butt cheeks were exposed to the guys! If they didn't know it before, they now knew that I wasn't wearing any panties!

I stood up in front of the guys and said, "Whew, it is really warm in this place. I'd really like to loosen another button on this dress, but I don't want to offend anyone."

I expected the guys to tell me that it would be fine with them if I opened another button on my dress, but they just sat there dumbfounded. They must not have too much experience with girls.

Finally, I said, "Well I just can't stand this heat anymore, ' and unfastened another button at the top of my dress.

With the top of my dress now unbuttoned below my breasts, I said, "Ah, now I feel much better."

When I bent over in front of the guys to get the next book, they had a much better view of my bra-less boobies. The book was on the bottom shelf again. This time, I bent over with my back to the guys. My dress rode way up behind me revealing most of my bare butt cheeks to the guys. I heard them whisper to each other about how great I looked, but I pretended not to hear them.

As I looked at the next book, I realized the guys were really going to get a treat because I would have to climb the ladder to re-shelve it. They were giggling with anticipation as I moved the ladder into position. I slowly climbed the ladder all the way to the top and began to look for the location on the shelf for the book. I could have put it away immediately, but I took my time and let them gaze at my naked ass. I even spread my legs a little to give them a beaver shot. As I climbed down, my dress got caught on a bracket attached to the ladder. All of the buttons that were still fastened popped off, except for the one located at my belly button. I stood in front of the guys and pretended to be embarrassed.

I said, "Oh no, all of the buttons on my dress popped off!"

I squatted down in front of the guys to pick up the buttons. When I did, the dress fell to each side of my legs leaving my furry triangle completely uncovered for the guys to look at. After picking up a few buttons, I reached for one right in front of me, then looked down and acted surprised, as if I suddenly realized that my pussy hair was showing.

I stood up and said, "Oh no, I forgot to wear my panties today! How embarrassing! What am I going to do? I still have another book to put away."

The guys finally spoke and said, "Don't be alarmed. We won't look. We promise!"

I said, "Well I hope I can trust you because I feel like everything is showing. I wish I wouldn't have worn this skimpy little dress. Now, every time I move, something pops loose. I'm hanging out all over the place! Please try not to look at me."

They said, "No problem," and pretended to read their books.

As I looked at the last book, my hairy triangle was peeking out of the gap at the bottom of the dress. The top was open pretty wide with the edge of the fabric barely covering my nipples. The last book was actually on the bottom shelf, but the bracket on the ladder gave me an idea. I climbed the ladder again and put the book on the top shelf. After making sure that the dress was wedged in the bracket again, I quickly came down the ladder. The dress stayed up in the bracket and the last button popped free. My arms slid completely out of the dress as I stepped away from the ladder. My actions left me standing in front of the guys totally naked while my dress remained hanging up on the ladder.

As I stood there making a lame attempt to cover myself with my hands, I said, "Oh no, my dress came off! Now I don't have any clothes on at all! Can one of you guys help me?"

Instead of climbing up the ladder and freeing the dress from the bracket, one of the idiots just reached up and pulled the dress down. I cringed as I heard the material tear in half. There was a big split from the collar, all the way down the middle of the back. I quickly put the dress on, but my bare ass was hanging out of the torn material. There were still a few buttons attached to the dress. However, since the dress was originally a little tight on me, fastening the buttons only caused the split in the back of the dress to open wider.

The only thing I could do was go back to the sorority house and get something else to wear. I asked the guys to walk behind me to shield my nakedness from the rest of the campus. They quickly obliged and followed me all the way home. I made no attempt to cover my bare buns and the guys were treated to a view of my smooth, shapely ass throughout the entire trip.

When I got to the sorority house, I looked down and said, "I guess I won't be needing this anymore," and pulled off the dress.

As I stood in front of the guys completely naked, I kissed each one of them on the cheek and thanked them for walking me home. I went into the house, but peeked out the window at the guys as they walked down the street. They were laughing and giving each other high-fives as they walked away. I guess I made their day.

College Girls Ch. 01



"Ah, hi," he said. "This is a bit embarrassing ... Could I ask you to, ah, throw me my clothes?"

Susan smiled, despite herself. "Sure."

She picked up his jeans, pullover and blue-and-white striped boxers and tossed them to him. "I'm heading over to the bathroom to take a shower. The room's all yours for fifteen minutes or so."

"Right. Thanks. Look ... I hope we didn't disturb you last night."

His voice was tentative. He evidently wasn't sure what she'd seen or heard. Susan shivered a little.

"No," she said. "No problem."

* * *

Susan set the water as hot as it would go and let it stream down her hair and her back. She closed her eyes as the water ran over her butt and her legs. The heat and the water's smooth caress summoned images from the night before: Kate flipping her hair out of the way before she took Peter's cock in her mouth, the ripple in the flesh of her bottom as her body slammed down on his, the small high-pitched cries that came faster and faster ...

Damn it, she thought, I'm burning up inside. I really don't have time for this right now. Nevertheless, she let her soapy fingers stray down between her legs, massaging her outer lips, the way she always liked to start when she touched herself. The she turned around and let the water sting her breasts and bead up on her rising nipples ...

Oh, hell, she thought. I really have to get to class. She pulled her hand away with a sigh. Maybe later. She dried herself and dug through her duffle bag for a sweatshirt and the loosest pair of jeans she had. She didn't want anything pulling against her crotch today. It was going to be hard enough to stay focused on chemistry without any other distractions.

She straightened herself up and walked back into the hall – and found herself looking right at Peter as he stepped out of the men's bathroom. They were practically nose-to-nose. They stared at each other for a moment, then they both started to laugh.

"I'm Peter," he said.

Susan smiled. "Susan."

"Kate's still sleeping. Do you think I should wake her up?"

"No, she doesn't have any classes for a while. Let her snooze. You wouldn't like her first thing in the morning anyway." Susan put her hand to her mouth. "I'm sorry. That was catty. I just meant that she's usually a bit testy when she gets up."

They kept looking at each other. Neither moved.

"Anyway, I've got to go," Susan said. "Nice to meet you."

"Ten o'clock class?"

Susan nodded.

"Yeah, me too," Peter said. He hesitated, looking a bit unsure of himself for the first time. "Ah, do you want to get some breakfast first?"

Susan's mind went blank. She couldn't think of what to say. She looked at her watch. "Okay. We'll need to be quick, though."

* * *

Susan blinked as the morning sunlight washed over her. The day was going to be chilly but gorgeous.

"It won't be easy to concentrate on statistical mechanics on a morning like this," Peter said, mirroring Susan's thoughts. "I love the fall here. All the colors and the quality of the light, everything so clean and crisp."

Susan looked at him. Who was this guy?

"How did you meet Kate?" she asked, feeling the need to keep him grounded.

Peter looked a little embarrassed. "Actually, she came by looking for one of my suite-mates. He wasn't around and there was this party she wanted to go to ... "

"So you got lucky?"

Peter actually blushed. "Yeah, I guess so."

The thought crossed Susan's mind that maybe it was Kate who had gotten lucky. She wondered what the two of them had talked about. Probably not statistical mechanics. Okay, that was catty too.

After another minute they reached the cafeteria. Susan got some yogurt and granola. Peter piled French toast on his plate.

"Sit outside?" he asked.

"Sure."

They found a table and basked in the sunlight for a moment.

"You're a freshman?" he asked.

"Is it that obvious?"

He shook his head. "Not particularly. It's just that I think I would have noticed you before now if you weren't."

Susan smiled. "Was that a compliment?"

Peter blushed again. It was sort of endearing, especially in a big guy like him, albeit a bit geeky.

"Yes," he said. "Yes it was."

He looked awkward, not at all the powerful, confident lover of the night before.

"Do you know what you want to study?" he asked.

Every guy she'd met since she started college a few months earlier had tried out that line. But, for some reason, she didn't mind it coming from Peter.

"Astronomy, I think. Although everyone keeps telling me how dismal the job prospects are."

"Hey, I'm in anthropology. It can't be worse than that. I started in economics, then urban planning. I can't quite make up my mind."

That seemed odd to Susan, who had always valued focus and self-discipline ... last night not withstanding. "How come?" 

"I'm sort of interested in everything. And when else am I going to get a chance to study semiotics or industrial design or Nordic sagas? But it also means that I'll be stuck here for a fifth year."

Peter knocked back his last slice of French toast. "I'm sorry, I really have to go. I've got a mid-term in my first class."

Susan felt a little pang. She wasn't quite ready for breakfast to be over. But she said: "Sure, no problem. Good luck with it."

"Yeah." He looked rueful. "I didn't get as much studying done last night as I'd planned."

Susan laughed. "I'll bet."

He stood up and was suddenly awkward again. "Look, this is a bit weird. But can I see you again?"

Susan felt her cheeks flush. She should have seen this coming. Maybe she'd even wanted him to ask. But she couldn't, she just couldn't. This guy had been in bed with her roommate an hour ago.

"No," she said. "I really don't think that would be a good idea."

Peter stood very still. "Yeah. You're probably right. I'll see you around, okay?"

"Sure," she said. "Thanks for breakfast."

He nodded and was on his way, his tight butt moving quickly out of sight in the hubbub of the morning rush. Damn, she thought. And damn Kate for spotting him first. Susan shook her head. There are a thousand other guys on this campus just like him. She nodded resolutely, then wavered. Well, maybe not just like him ...

* * *

Once Kate started talking there was no stopping her. It was Peter this, Peter that. They were going to a club one night, a party the next. He didn't really seem like a club guy to Susan – that was probably Kate's influence. But despite all the narrative from Kate, Susan hadn't actually seen Peter since their hurried breakfast two weeks earlier. Kate was gone every other night it seemed, leaving Susan to herself more often than she liked. She'd go to sleep after some uninspired studying, half-hoping that she'd be woken up by Kate and Peter coming back to her room. She would lie half-asleep for hours, finally having to wake up and touch herself. She remembered how Peter's hands had moved over Kate's body, lifting the soft weight of her breasts, digging his fingers into the pliant flesh of her hips. But did she really want to see them doing it again? Would that make her feel any better?

Susan lay back on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. She needed to get over this. Soon. Her work was suffering. She was losing sleep and moping around her room far too much. Her social life wasn't going anywhere.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the phone. Her hand had drifted between her legs and she pulled it away abruptly and picked up the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Hi, is that Susan?" A male voice. "It's Peter. Remember me?"

Susan smiled, despite herself. "Yes, Peter, of course I do. Do you want to speak with Kate? I'm afraid she's out right now."

"No, actually, I was looking for you. I have a physics exam on Thursday and I was hoping you could study with us tonight."

"Us?"

"A study group from the class. We're meeting in my suite."

Susan thought about it. It seemed okay to be with Peter as long as there were other people around. Kate couldn't really object to that.

"Sure. What time?"

"Most of the guys are showing up around eight, but whenever is fine."

"Eight's good. I'll see you then."

Peter thanked her and gave her his room number. After she'd hung up, Susan started worrying again. What should I wear? How formal was this going to be? No sense in dressing up, she decided; it wasn't a date. Although maybe some of the other guys might turn out to be interesting. She decided on a sweater and a soft denim skirt and sandals. At the last minute she put on a little lipstick. That was normal enough. Kate always did it when she went visiting, and when it came to that sort of thing, Kate's expertise was inarguable.

Ten minutes later Susan was knocking on Peter's door. She took a deep breath, wondering what it would be like to see him again. In the last two weeks her image of him had coalesced into a sort of idealized male face and body, and she knew that the real guy couldn't possibly measure up to her transmuted recollections.

But he did. The door opened and there he was, wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, his dark hair falling across flashing grey eyes that stared at her just long enough to make her feel uncomfortable.

"Hey, Susan," he finally said. "Glad you could come. You look terrific." He finally stopped staring and looked a little embarrassed. "Come in, please."

Susan stepped inside the suite's common room, which was more or less identical to her own, albeit with a larger television. The three other guys in the room were introduced as Vic, Paul and something Italian-sounding she couldn't remember. They were non-descript upperclassmen with nervous smiles and baggy sweatshirts. They weren't too helpful when it came to special relativity problems, either. She could see why Peter had wanted her around. The subject happened to be one she'd been interested in and studied a bit over the summer. She enjoyed showing off and acting wise and patient, and all the guys seemed grateful for the help. Peter was a perfect gentleman, getting her a Coke and sticking to business. But she did catch him sneaking looks at her once or twice (which wouldn't have happened if she hadn't been looking at him, of course).

Susan was having fun, and she was a bit disappointed when one of Peter's suite-mates came in and said that he wanted to watch something on television. Vic, Paul, and whoever the other guy was decided to knock off for the night and watch with him.

"Is that it, then?" Susan asked Peter.

He frowned. "A couple more problems? We haven't done the stuff from the section on time dilation."

"Okay, that's pretty easy. It's the same algebraic equation with a square root that you use for mass increase."

"Let's go to my room. It's kind of loud out here."

He headed down the narrow hallway before she could say anything. Peter opened a door and held it for her. She hesitated for a second, but what could she do? She went inside and didn't say anything when he closed the door behind them. The room was tiny, just a twin bed, a desk with a chair, a bookshelf, and a Bauhaus poster on the wall. This must be where Kate was spending so many of her nights recently, Susan realized.

"You have a single," she said, stating the obvious.

"There are quite a few of them in this dorm. Some compensation for the plumbing not working half the time, I guess."

Susan pulled the chair out from the desk and sat down. Peter sat casually on the bed across from her.

"I think you intimidated my friends a little," he said.

"Yeah, I'm pretty scary," Susan agreed.

The smiled at each other.

"Time dilation?" she prompted.

"Right."

They worked one of the problems, but Peter had the equation upside down.

"No, look," Susan said, getting up from the chair and sitting next to him. She drew the right graph in his notebook. "The total velocity can't ever be faster than light, okay? So the velocity term has to be in the denominator."

Sitting so close, Susan couldn't help noticing that he smelled pleasantly of soap. He must have taken a shower right before she came over. Well, so had she. Their shoulders touched as she leaned over towards him. She drew back quickly. He looked up, his face only inches from hers. She knew that she looked frightened, terrified, probably. Then his face came even closer. She couldn't move, couldn't react. His lips touched hers, light as air, just a warm contact of pliant surfaces. His arm went around her and pulled her against him. His lips were so soft, the scent of his hair so clean. She was lost, collapsing into him, encircled by that strong arm.

How had this happened? How had she ended up alone with him? Whatever was happening here, it had to stop. Somehow, she made her hands push against his chest, gently moving him away. She closed her eyes and collected herself for a moment.

"No. You're Kate's boyfriend, remember? I like Kate. She drives me crazy sometimes, but I like her. I don't want to hurt her."

Peter looked at her intently. "Do you really think I matter to Kate? She's so ... I don't know. She has her toy of the moment, and it's me right now."

Susan shook her head. "No. She likes you. She talks about you all the time."

"Really?"

"Really. And if you did break up – think how awkward it would make things between Kate and me if you and I started going out. And I have to live with her for the rest of the year, no matter what happens."

Peter put his hand over hers. Susan could feel the subtle pressure of his pulse; her own heartbeat raced to keep up with it. He leaned over to kiss her again.

"No," Susan said, pulling back. The vehemence of her reply startled both of them. "I don't want to have to lie to her. I hate lying." She took her hand away. "I don't think we should touch each other." She blinked back tears. "Not like this, anyway."

"Just physics problems then?"

She tried to smile. "You can't get much more platonic than that."

"How about a foot massage?"

"What?"

"A foot massage. My sister is a physical therapist. She taught me a bit. But I could use some practice."

This was getting a little silly. Where should she draw the line? Would Kate care if Peter wiggled her toes, or whatever? No. Her conscience felt pretty clear about that. And it would keep him off the bed at least.

"Sure," she said. "That would be nice. Should I take my shoes off?"

"I'll do it." 

Peter got down on his knees in front of her and unfastened the straps of her sandals. Then he began to run his thumbs along the inside edge of her left arch. She couldn't remember ever having gotten this kind of massage before. It felt just lovely. Maybe it wasn't the massage itself so much as the intimacy of the act. He drew his fingers across her sole.

"Mmm," she purred.

Would it feel as good if someone other than Peter was doing it? One of his non-descript roommates, for instance? No, she decided. She looked down at him, mostly seeing tousled dark hair. He was concentrating on what he was doing, his face – what she could see of it – was composed, serious. His hands were relaxed and assured, though. She liked that. Her high school boyfriends always seemed so rushed and nervous when they touched her. She felt as if she was missing something with them, like they were skipping the best parts, whatever they were. She closed her eyes and leaned back contentedly. He pulled methodically on all the little bones down there she'd never given a moment's thought to before now. He stroked the skin along her ankles. Someone was practicing an instrument somewhere. A clarinet? Or maybe an oboe? It was so faint she couldn't quite tell. Whoever it was had started with scales, but now had moved on to something soft and haunting, like a shepherd playing to himself on a still summer evening.

Funny, when she'd first seen Peter he'd been rolling around on the bed with Kate, and he'd driven Susan almost insane. Now he was making her feel so completely different, so calm and dreamy. She was glad that Peter wasn't saying anything. Words, even his, would ruin the feeling. But the music was perfect.

She looked down at him again. He seemed to feel her gaze and tilted his head up. Their eyes met. His hands stopped where they were, lightly holding her left ankle. The music rose into a high arabesque. She felt open, serene, totally sexy.

She moved her legs apart.

Peter's eyes widened. His lips parted and his tongue ran across them once. His hands released her foot and moved up along the insides of her calves, still gentle and unhurried. Susan closed her eyes again, listening, feeling. Smooth fingers caressed her bare skin, drawing little circles along its surface. It was as if every place he touched came alive. She was sure she was flushing: her face was getting warm; so was her upper chest.

His fingers were brushing the insides of her thighs now. She was so sensitive there ... she could barely stand it, her flesh quivered with each touch, little prickles of heat radiated up her thighs to the place where they met, each one adding to the last until she was so warm and slippery she couldn't sit still. She wriggled her hips a little and Peter's breathing deepened. He inhaled her excitement and his hands grew bolder. He pushed upwards at the edges of her skirt. She didn't move at first, then she lifted her hips off the bed, just a little, and the skirt slid back, bunching up at her waist. 

Her panties were exposed now. They were lime green, sheer, but nothing special. She hadn't given them any real thought when she'd dressed that morning. But now ... they were damp with her arousal, almost translucent, and pulled taut against her swollen pussy lips. Could Peter tell how wet she was? She wasn't embarrassed. She wanted him to know. She slid forwards, stretching her panties tighter against her pussy. The thin fabric outlined her outer lips and dipped into the space between. Her little tuft of chestnut pubic hair made a small, soft bulge, and a few hairs escaped above the waistband.

Peter's fingertips slid higher up her thighs, leaving faint pink traces. They found the bottom of her hip bones, and for the first time his hands hesitated. There was a new note in his breathing, a deep, animal rasp. Susan realized that she was making almost the same sounds. Peter's index finger trailed downwards across the front of her panties until it was directly over one of her outer lips. 

Susan began to tremble, and her arms suddenly seemed too weak to support her. She could feel her breasts heaving, the heat flowing from his hands up into her belly, her chest, her overheated face. She just had to take her sweater off now. She leaned forward and pulled it over her head. Peter watched her, not sure how to react. She undid two buttons of her blouse, then shook her head. That was enough. 

Peter looked back to the dark place between her legs. He stroked her gently for a moment then pushed one finger against the moist fabric until it slipped between her folds. A tremor ran through Susan's body. She looked down and saw Peter's finger buried part way inside her, held back only by the thin cotton. Her rapid breathing was making her light-headed. She reached down and put her hand on Peter's cheek, then tangled her fingers in his dark, curly hair. He began to lean forward, to move towards her.

No! That wasn't what she'd meant. She'd just wanted to touch him. But his face moved irresistibly closer to her pussy. She was about to say something, to let him know that this had gone far enough, when his lips brushed her inner thigh. She cried out so loudly she was sure someone in the common room must have heard her. Peter moved his hands so that they were holding her hips, his fingers sliding under the lower hem of her panties, digging into her bare flesh. He was kissing her thighs, moving closer to her center. Her hand was still tangled in his hair; she could easily push him away. But she felt his warm breath against her skin, saw his nostrils flare as he breathed her scent in. Now his tongue was tickling the straining fabric of her panties.




College Girls Ch. 01



She spread her legs a little wider. On one side, the hem of her panties had slipped into the cleft of her pussy, exposing one outer lip. Peter roughly pulled her hips closer to his face. His tongue dragged along the silky skin at the very top of her thigh until he made contact with her soft fold, now slick with the moisture leaking from inside her. Susan inhaled sharply. She'd never felt anything like this. Her body went limp. Peter lapped at her exposed flesh, nuzzling it with his lips, licking up the moisture. Her panties dug into her pussy, almost painful.

Then, abruptly, the pressure was gone. She looked down, a little dazed from the torrent of sensations. It took her a moment to understand what had happened. Peter had moved the crotch of her panties to one side. He was on his knees between her spread-open legs, staring at her bare pussy.

Susan came instantly to her senses. She put her hand on Peter's and firmly removed it. She readjusted her underwear and smoothed her skirt back over her thighs.

"No," she said, sighing. "I'm sorry. That's enough."

Peter took a long, deep breath and stood up unsteadily. "I'm going to break it off with Kate," he said. "I'm seeing her tomorrow night. I'll do it then."

Susan struggled to make sense of her feelings. Her pulse was still racing. She willed it to slow down.

"No," she said. "That won't help. Kate is a little ditzy, sure. But she isn't stupid. If we start going out together, she'll know what happened. That will just make it worse."

Peter rolled his eyes. Susan figured that she probably looked every bit as frustrated as he did.

"We've never even been out on a date," she said, reasonably. "Who knows if we'll even like each other? But Kate's my roommate. That won't change. If she moves on to someone else – nothing personal, but she goes through guys every few weeks – well, that would be a different story."

She could see Peter struggling to get himself back under control. He flopped down on his desk chair, just a couple of feet away. His hair was charmingly messed up, and a few of his shirt buttons had come undone, exposing a bit of broad, muscular chest. Well, she'd seen that before. But still ...

"Give me your hands," he said.

She looked at him quizzically, but put her hands out in front of her. He took them between his. She felt completely in his power. 

"We'll do it your way. I don't want to do anything to make you uncomfortable. But I want to see you. I want to spend time with you."

She had said no the last time he'd asked. And she was still pretty sure that it was a bad idea. Things never seemed to go according to plan when he was around. But he was holding her hands, and she didn't know how to refuse him while he was doing that. 

She nodded. "That would be nice. But somewhere ... public. Not your room, okay?"

He nodded. "Thanks for your help with the physics stuff."

They looked at each other silently. Before she could stop herself, she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. Peter pulled her close and his tongue found hers. Everything she'd felt earlier welled back up. Her hands found the sides of his face, and she wanted to fall backwards on the narrow bed, pull Peter on top of her ...

But she pulled back and put her hands in her lap. "I'd better get back," she said.

"Right."

"I've got studying to do."

She tried to stay serious, but failed completely. She started giggling. "Like that's really going to happen." She stood up. 

"Friends," she said firmly.

He nodded. "Friends. I'll walk you back."

She smiled. She felt safe with him. It was a good way to feel about a friend, wasn't it?

They crossed the campus, not saying anything, listening to the night sounds. When he dropped her off in front of her dorm, she stood on her tiptoes and gave him a peck on the cheek, then ran inside. She needed a shower. Anyone who came near her would surely know what she'd been up to.

* * *

Susan got back to her room a few minutes later wrapped in a towel, and more muddled than ever. Kate was lying on her bed in her underwear. She rolled over slowly when Susan shut the door.

"You're back late."

Susan's heart suddenly started beating rapidly. "I was at a study session."

Kate shook her head. "You really study too much. When are you going to have some fun?"

Susan stifled a giggle. But she really didn't like being deceptive like this. It was exactly what she wanted to avoid. "Actually, I was in your boyfriend's suite. He and the guys there were studying for a physics exam."

"Oh, yeah. I told him he should invite you. I figured you might meet someone while you were there."

Susan shook her head. "Not really. His friends didn't make much of an impression."

Kate rolled sleepily onto her back. Susan couldn't help staring at her body – the smooth legs, the feminine swell of her hips, the slightly rounded stomach, blond hair fanning out around her head, and, of course, those astonishing breasts. Even lying on her back they looked so soft and round, the dark nipples and large aureoles easily visible under her sheer bra. Did Peter really plan to ditch her? Susan wanted to believe it, but, looking at Kate, she couldn't quite. He probably wants both of us she thought ruefully. Isn't that how guys think? Hell, he'd probably like to have our whole suite in his bed.

But Kate was saying something. " ... Friday night. Why don't you come?"

Susan shook her head. "Sorry, I missed the first part of that."

Kate grinned. "Not used to staying up so late? I said that Peter and I are going to an off-campus party Friday night. You should come."

No, Susan thought. Bad idea. She really didn't want to see Kate and Peter together.

"You might meet someone," Kate continued.

"I don't think so," Susan said. "I really have a lot of work to do."

* * *

But she went anyway. The alternative was another spending another Friday evening by herself, and she'd been doing too much of that lately.

A car picked them up at 8 PM, already packed with party-goers, including Peter and his friend Paul (or was it Vic?) She and Kate squeezed in, Kate sitting carelessly on some guy's lap. Susan wasn't sure where they eventually ended up; somewhere in the hills above the town. She hoped that wouldn't be a problem if she decided to bail out early. The evening was chilly, and she certainly wasn't dressed for a long walk – not with the low-cut top Kate had talked her into wearing and the short skirt and heels. Of course, Kate's dress was even more daring: a powder blue number with a plunging neckline and a hem that barely made it below her butt. Nor were they overdressed, Susan decided once they'd walked into the big house at the end of a tree-lined driveway. The gathering was hip and sophisticated, at least for a college-age crowd. And the interior of the house was pretty grand too. The buzz was that mommy and daddy had bought it for one of their wealthy classmates.

Susan met the wealthy classmate himself a few minutes later as he filled her champagne flute. He looked awfully stylish in a raw silk jacket and dark, slicked-back hair. Susan had to admit that he pulled off the silent movie star look pretty effectively. Mr. Smooth, she christened him before he'd had a chance to introduce himself.

"I'm Ken," he said, eyeing her unabashedly from head to foot.

It was actually sort of flattering, she decided, and, what the hell, she smiled back. "Susan."

"Welcome," he said. "Can I show you around?"

"Sure."

They went downstairs first and Ken (Susan wondered if his parents named him after the doll – maybe that's where he got his hairstyle) showed her the wine cellar. She'd never actually been in one before. It was kind of cold and clammy, actually. There were racks of bottles all around and a stained-glass window at the back. Ken picked out a bottle after some deliberation.

"It's a 1989 Margaux reserve," he said, holding it out for inspection. "Want to try some?"

"Okay."

"Let me decant it first."

He made a little ceremony out of removing the cork and pouring the wine into a very spiffy-looking cut-glass container. Susan wished he'd hurry up. She was freezing. Not to mention that her nipples were stiff and very visible under her top. She hadn't worn a bra; she didn't own one that would work with what she was wearing. She wasn't sure that such a bra even existed.

Ken poured them both a glass. He sniffed his, and Susan followed his lead. Wow. Just the aroma made her head spin. What did they put in this stuff? She smelled raspberries and licorice, wood smoke and half a dozen other things she couldn't quite put her finger on. It certainly wasn't anything like the jug wine someone was always sneaking into her dorm. She took a sip, and she wasn't cold anymore. It tasted like sunshine and orchards and warm summer afternoons.

Ken was looking at her, amused. "What do you think?"

"I've never tasted anything like it."

"Not many people have. It comes from a single block of cabernet vines adjacent to the Garonne estuary. They only made one hundred cases that year."

Susan didn't want to think about how much it must have cost.

"Come on back upstairs." He put his hand on her bare arm and rubbed it energetically. "You're getting goose bumps. Or perhaps it's just my beguiling company?"

This guy really is awfully smooth, Susan thought. I'm going to have to watch myself. "Sure, upstairs would be good. Besides," she added, because she could flirt with the best of them, "I'm not sure how much longer I can trust myself alone in the dark with you."

Upstairs, the lights were low and loud music was playing. A few partiers were standing and talking in the spacious living room. A couple snuggled on a cushy love seat (what else?) Susan found herself in a conversation group that quickly surrounded Ken. They were talking about their upcoming winter-break ski trips and jaunts to the Caribbean. Ken held court comfortably, obviously used to being the center of attention. 

Susan used the opportunity to slip away. She couldn't help wondering what Kate and Peter were up to. She hadn't seen either of them since shortly after they'd all arrived.

She wandered out to the pool. A few people she didn't know sat on deck chairs under a heat lamp. No help there. She went back inside and climbed the sweeping marble staircase that led up from the front entryway. It was a lot quieter at the top of the stairs and even darker.

Someone, a slightly wobbly redhead in a seriously tight dress, stepped out into the hallway in front of her, the sound of a toilet flushing in her wake. Well, Susan thought to herself, I can always claim that I was looking for a bathroom if anyone asks. But she walked right past the door the redhead had just exited. There was another door farther down the hall that had light streaming out from underneath it. Susan stole a look back the way she'd come, then crept up to the door.

A shriek of female laughter came from inside the room. It could have been Kate, but the sound was too muffled to tell for certain. Susan moved closer, until she could reach for the doorknob. Her heart was pounding. Why was she doing this? What Kate and Peter were up to was none of her business. She hesitated at the door for a minute, wanting to leave, her hand on the doorknob. Then, slowly, she began to turn it until door opened slightly. From where she was standing, she could see a little bit of the room, but mostly what she saw was someone's back – a woman's back. She was wearing a pair of form-fitting black pants and nothing else from the waist up. The woman had olive skin and shoulder-length dark hair. Obviously not Kate.

Susan was about to step back when the dark-haired girl did a saucy little shimmy and began to push down on the waistband of her pants. The pants slid down over her hips, revealing a black thong and a pair of very tight buttocks. Then she began to roll the thong off as well. She bent over to step out of her clothes, poking her butt out temptingly in the process. In that position Susan could see past her to another, already naked body stretched out on a big bed. The denouement of the strip-tease elicited another shriek of drunken laughter from the person on the bed. Susan put her hand to her mouth. It was female laughter, the same voice she'd heard earlier. The dark-haired girl, now utterly naked, skipped over to join her companion on the bed.

Susan swallowed hard, trying hard not to make any noise. She couldn't stop staring. For one thing, she recognized the woman on the bed from her English lit class. They'd studied together a couple of times. Now Susan wouldn't ever be able to look at her the same way again. Was this what college was about? She took a step backwards. She didn't really need to see this. As with Kate and Peter, it was none of her business. But she hesitated. Her only experience with lesbians was from watching girl-girl scenes in porn movies, and she was pretty sure that didn't have much to do with reality. The idea wasn't distasteful to her, exactly. She'd just never really been tempted, nor had the opportunity ever presented itself. She admired other women's bodies, especially lush, feminine ones like Kate's – so different from her own slim, athletic form. Maybe she could watch just a little, see what it was really like. She checked nervously up and down the dark hallway, then moved back towards the door. 

The two bodies were stretched out on the bed, arms wrapped around each other. There was nothing frantic about their motions. They were stroking each other, a hand running softly over the swell of a hip, a fingertip tracing the curve of an earlobe. It looked nice, actually. She wished she could meet a guy who would treat her that way. Her heart rate accelerated again. She could go in, offer to join them. It was a pretty good bet they'd happily take her up on it. If she didn't try things like this in college, when would she? It was the time in her life for experimenting ...

Susan took a deep breath and shook her head. No. It looked sweet and comforting, but it wasn't what she really wanted. She wanted Peter.

Maybe, Susan thought, I should use that bathroom after all.

* * *

After a few minutes spent rinsing her face and getting herself together, Susan went back out into the hallway. Nothing else seemed to be going on in any of the rooms farther down. She felt oddly relieved. There was another stairway at the far end of the corridor, and she decided to head down. The stairs stopped at a landing, turned, then ended in what looked to be an office. There were bookshelves and a big desk and a leather couch that faced the stairs. Two people sat on the couch, tangled up with each other, a boy and a girl. The boy had tousled dark hair, and the girl was a blond. 

Peter and Kate.

So, she'd finally found them. What had she expected anyway? That they'd be playing chess? She watched them for a moment, totally involved in one another. It wasn't hard to guess what would happen next. Susan sighed. She really should head back the way she'd come and leave them alone.

The couple shifted on the couch, and Susan froze, holding her breath. Had they seen her? No, she decided. Nor were they likely to. They'd have to turn part-way around and look up into the shadows before they'd notice her on the landing. She almost laughed. This was just like the night Kate had brought Peter back to their room. Only, this time, it would be easy enough to just leave them to themselves. And that's exactly what I should do, Susan thought. 

She half-turned to go back upstairs, then stopped when she saw Kate lean over and undo Peter's belt buckle. Kate giggled as Peter started to push his pants down. He had to stop and remove his shoes before he could finish the operation. Despite herself, Susan had to smile at his frustration – he just couldn't get his shoelaces unknotted. Kate kept working his pants down anyway. As his boxers came into view, Peter's state of arousal became obvious. Susan's heart began to beat harder in her chest.

Peter was still struggling to get his pants off, but Kate couldn't wait. She grabbed his shorts and pulled at them, growing more and more frantic as the fabric hung up on his erection. Finally, Peter reached up to help her and his cock popped free. Kate made a happy giggle and leaned over to take him into her mouth. Peter slid forward on the couch to give her better access.

Susan felt paralyzed. She could see Kate's lips sink all the way down into the curly dark hair at the base of his shaft, then slide up until the tip came free. She licked around the base of the head, making Peter groan and jerk his hips upwards. Kate swallowed his cock again, lowering her head deep into his crotch. Susan hugged herself miserably. There was an urgency to their motions that stirred the now-familiar feelings deep inside of her. She felt the irresistible pressure building in her loins. Her face flushed crimson. She just couldn't stop watching them.

The strain was showing on Peter's face too. His body stiffened. Was he going to come already? Kate must have sensed it too. She sat up, releasing his cock. Peter gasped, breathing hard, obviously disappointed. Kate leaned over and gave him a deep, languorous kiss. She broke it after a minute and pulled her dress up to expose her legs all the way up to her panties. She lifted her hips off the couch, reached beneath the dress and rolled her panties up and over her thighs until they hung uselessly around one ankle. Peter just stared as she spread her legs apart. Even from twenty feet away Susan could see the moisture coating her puffy pussy lips.

Peter was still mesmerized. Kate lowered her body sideways until she was lying on her back, her wide-spread thighs gyrating slowly, her pussy dripping onto the couch cushion. Peter finally broke out of his trance and crawled awkwardly into a horizontal position between Kate's legs. He struggled to get out of his pants and shorts, and his shirt was still partially on as well. To Susan's disappointment, the shirt was just long enough to cover most of his butt. She wanted to see all of him, just like the last time. She doubted she'd ever get another chance.

Peter aligned his hips over Kate's. She reached between them to nudge his cock head into position, and he pushed in all at once. Kate drew in her breath sharply. She wrapped her hands around his butt and pulled him all the way inside her. Susan hugged herself tighter as Peter began to move. Her own pussy began to throb in time with Peter's thrusts, begging to be touched. Not here, she told herself desperately. I can't. Not here. Not now.

Kate began to lift her hips to meet his, and their bodies collided with loud, wet slaps. Again, Peter stiffened. His motions became jerky and he moved faster. Kate put her hands on his chest. She pushed him back onto the couch and wriggled out from underneath him. Peter almost collapsed. Poor guy, Susan thought. How much more of this can he take? But Kate knew exactly what she was doing. She got onto her knees at one end of the couch and bent her upper body over the arm. Peter just looked at her for a moment. His cock was slick with Kate's fluids and stuck out like a pole, the head a dark, angry red.

Kate looked back at him, her expression a glazed half-smile. Her bare butt swayed in slow, seductive circles.

"Come on," she whispered. "Put it back in. You know I like it this way."

Her voice shook Peter out of his stupor. He knelt on the couch behind her and grabbed her hips. He positioned his cock and drove it in with a low growl. The sound penetrated deep into Susan's being. She couldn't move, couldn't even blink. Peter rammed into Kate's pussy, their bodies coming together harder and harder, Kate's voice rising in pitch with each stroke, Peter's partly-hidden buttocks tightening as he drove forward. Sweat was making his shirt stick to his back, and his hands dug into her hips ...




College Girls Ch. 01



College Girls Ch. 01: Alone in the Gym

Monica decided to work out in the gym after school today, as she didn't have any other plans. She was one of the top ranked gymnasts in the NCAA. She was best on the floor exercise and the balance beam. She always picked a day during the week to work on her gymnastics in private. She felt comfortable in solitude while trying to better her skills for herself and her team.

Monica was an attractive young lady, she wasn't tall nor very thin, but she was muscular and awfully cute. She stood at five foot one and weighed 114lbs, which was a little heavy for a gymnast, but the extra weight, mainly in her butt and thighs, didn't cause her any problems while competing. She had long brown hair and hazel-green eyes, her complexion was fairly tan and her chest was relatively small, but large for a gymnast at the size of 34B. Her best feature was her tight ass, even though it was a tad bit chubby, it was difficult to tell without touching it. She wore a spaghetti string tank top and a pair of nice tight jeans to school on this beautiful spring day.

She walked into the empty gym and headed straight for the locker room. With her gymnastics bag over her shoulder, she opened the door to the girl's locker room and made her way in. She turned the combination locker on her locker and opened it. She dropped her bag onto the floor and opened it up. Monica pulled out a navy blue and silver leotard, a pair of high-cut white thong panties and set them in her locker. She took a step back and unzipped her jeans, slid them down off her legs and pulled her feet out of them, picked them up and set them on the bench behind her. She grabbed the bottom of her tank top with each hand and pulled it over her head swiftly and set it on top of her jeans. 

Monica stood in just her pink cotton boyshorts. She frequently chose not to wear a bra as she typically wore a garment with built-in support for her small chest. She pulled the leotard, panties and a can of glue skin spray out of her locker, set them down on the bench next to her clothes, then took her top and jeans and placed them inside the locker. She reached under the waistband of her boyshorts and pulled them down her legs, under her feet and set them on top of the other clothes in her locker. She turned around and grabbed the thong panties and pulled them on, making sure to pull them up tight so they didn't show out of her leotard. She picked up her leotard and stepped into the leg holes one at a time, then pulling it up her legs. The leotard was tight, as is all gymnasts' competition apparel. Monica pulled it up over her butt and forced it up high above her hips, all the way up level with the waistband of her panties. She enjoyed practicing in her leotard because she enjoyed the feeling of it on her body, the way it formed to her torso and felt like a second skin. 

She pulled it up over her bare breasts and up over her shoulders. She tied it in the front, above her breasts. Her leotard was mostly navy blue with silver sleeves and a silver flame design across the abdomen and around the sides of the mid-section. She lifted up the portion that covered her ass and sprayed the glue substance on her butt cheeks and let the Lycra of her leo fall into place and stick to her buttocks, so it didn't ride up in-between her butt while she was exercising and practicing her routine. Monica placed the can of spray glue back into her locker, closed the door and spun the lock. She grabbed her bag and exited the locker room and into the gym. 

She sat down on a bench and pulled a roll of athletic tape out of the bag and taped her ankles to help prevent injury to them. She dropped the tape back into her bag, stood back up and ran her hands over her breasts, down her stomach and over her mound, she pressed hard into her crotch and moaned, thinking that she hadn't had sex in so long, she couldn't remember what it was like. She snapped herself out of her erotic trance and moved over to one of the mats and begun doing her stretches.

Monica went through her usual stretches but with an unusual feeling, one which she hadn't experienced before while stretching, her nipples became erect and her pussy started tingling. She was erotically charged this afternoon and she had no idea why. Her skin tingled and every time she did a split stretch, her clit sent an electric sensation throughout her body and she would groan. She finished her stretching but had become incredibly aroused and wasn't sure what to do about it. Monica decided to try and practice some before taking care of the situation in between her thighs. She climbed onto the balance beam and started doing tumbles, she did a backflip and landed straddling the beam. This move caused her body to shake and she felt as though she couldn't continue her practice. She grabbed the beam in front of her and forced her crotch down onto the beam hard, causing her pussy to moisten and her thong and leotard became saturated with her arousal. She couldn't take it anymore, she had to cum, and had to do it now.

Monica jumped off the beam, undid the tie on the front of her leotard, pulled it down off of her and set it across the beam. She pulled her thong off and tossed it on the mat below, reached down with her right hand and firmly inserted two fingers into her soaking pussy. She shoved them deep into her and then slid them out, moving her hand up to her mouth, she pushed her wet fingers past her soft lips and rolled her tongue around the two fingers and licked all of her sweet nectar off of them. She removed her fingers from her mouth, groaned again and picked up her leotard. She once again stepped into it and pulled it up over her tight ass and high over her hips, forcing the crotch tight up against her cunt. She did not pull it over her pert breasts, she wanted to leave them exposed as her nipples had become painfully erect. 

Her nipples were a very light pink and of normal size. Monica hopped back up onto the beam and straddled it again. She reached out and grabbed the beam in front of her, stretching herself out, almost laying on her stomach. She tightly gripped the beam and grinded herself down onto it, pressing her clit hard against it. She began to hump the beam, forcing friction onto her clit and pussy through her leotard. She was so horny and she felt as though she couldn't control herself today, her body was on fire, her nipples were sore and her clit was throbbing. She was now trying to fuck the beam, forcing herself down onto it, wishing there was a cock sliding into her tight pussy. Monica started grinding the beam faster, and faster, forcing her clit against the beam. The crotch of her leotard was soaked, so much so that it was wet all the way back to her ass and up to her stomach. 

The beam was getting wet as well, but she didn't care, all she wanted to do was to cum. Her mind was in a haze, she felt like her head was going to explode, her breath was becoming rapid and there were low moans and groans coming from her throat. Then it happened, she pressed her pussy hard into the beam one last time and then the immense pleasure exploded from in between her thighs and outward through her entire body. She gushed cum from her cunt as she screamed in ecstacy, "Holy fuck, I'm CUMMING, I'm FUCKING CUMMING!" as her orgasm overtook her. Her thighs tensed up, her ass tightened and gripped the beam, she collapsed onto it and started panting. She was light-headed and dazed after having the best orgasm of her entire life. Her clit still swollen, her pussy engorged and dripping, her nipples still incredibly stiff, she rolled off the beam and collapsed onto the mat below, landing onto her back.

Monica slowly opened her eyes and looked up toward the ceiling realizing what she had done. She thought about it and couldn't believe she had just used the beam in the gym at school to masturbate herself. She didn't know what had come over her and was amazed and intrigued at the same time. She reached down and felt in-between her legs and realized that her leotard was completely soaked from the crotch outward. The moisture went all the way up to her belly where it was rolled down to. Her ass was quite wet as well and she was glistening with sweat and cum all over herself. She sat up and noticed her panties were laying on the mat about a foot away from her and remembered that she had thrown them aside in her unusual, horny rage. She slowly made her way to her feet and decided that she was uncomfortable being a sticky mess, so she removed her leotard and stood naked in the college gym. 

At this point she didn't care, she needed a shower to clean herself up, as she reeked of her own sex. She picked up her panties and leo and made her way to the locker room. She dropped the clothing she had onto the bench and went over to the showers, she turned on the hot water and stood under it, washing away the naughtiness that she had covered herself in. She slowly ran her hands over her now soft nipples, down over her taut stomach and down over her bare mound, which was still very sensitive and a little sore from her activities just minutes before. Monica finished cleaning herself off in the showers and made her way back to her locker, she opened her locker and pulled out her jeans and tank top, she decided to go without panties as her groin was very sensitive now. She left her thong and leotard in her locker to dry out. She didn't want the smell on her belongings in her bag.

Monica tossed her bag into the backseat of her Mustang and climbed in. She sat for a minute and though about what she had done, it was not like her to do such a dangerous and sexual thing. She was a modest girl who rarely had sex, a girl who only masturbated in her bed and shower at home. She realized how much fun it was and it was the best feeling she had ever experienced in her life. The thrill of masturbating in school, cumming when anyone could have been watching her or walked it at any moment. She didn't know exhibitionism could be so fun, she decided that she might have to try it more often. 



College Girls Ch. 02



Jennifer is my sorority sister and we're both in our freshman year at the university. She saved enough money to buy her first car, but her dad demanded to go with her to the car dealer. He said that Jennifer wouldn't be able to negotiate the best possible price because she was so young. When Jennifer told her dad that she'd rather go by herself, he laughed and said that the salesman was going to take advantage of her. Jennifer's dad assured her that she'd end up paying too much for the car. Jennifer was determined to prove him wrong, so she asked me for advice.

Jennifer is a pretty brunette, about 5'3 and slender, with large, firm breasts. I told Jennifer that with her good looks and great body, she should be able to get the deal of the century. I advised her to wear some skimpy clothes and casually show some skin. I figured that if she showed a little cleavage and flashed her underwear a few times, the salesman would bend over backwards to give her a great deal.

She was skeptical at first. Jennifer claimed that she'd never been an exhibitionist before, but I reminded her of what happened during pledge week. The older girls tied her up and slowly stripped her naked in front of some fraternity guys. She was forced to hang with her arms in the air while her bare boobs, firm rear-end and dark hairy triangle were on display for all the guys to observe. I told her that the car-shopping plan should be a breeze compared to that night of humiliation. After listening to my reasoning, she decided to take my advice. It sounded very innocent and harmless. Little did she know that through a series of mishaps, she'd end up showing a lot more than just a little cleavage and a few panty flashes.

Jennifer didn't own any sexy clothes, so I gave her one of my outfits to wear. First, she slipped into a pair of thin, white panties. They were the thong type with little strings on the sides to keep them in place. The strings were very thin and Jennifer started to complain because the strings felt like they could easily break. She was afraid that the panties wouldn't stay on, but I assured her that she just wasn't used to wearing such tiny panties.

A short, pink, wrap-around mini-skirt covered the panties. There was a slit up the right leg and a string at the top of the slit that held the skirt together. Jennifer is a couple of inches taller that I am, which made the skirt even shorter on her. It barely covered her butt! Even though the skirt was so short, I continued to reassure her that she looked fine and had nothing to worry about.

I handed her a little pink and white striped sleeveless shirt to wear. It had two buttons in front that were straining to open. Jennifer is a bit larger on top than me, so the shirt looked a size too small. It was a bare midriff top that stopped just below her bra-less breasts. Her flat stomach was completely exposed. Jennifer's nipples poked out against the lightweight knit material. The top button was slightly lower than her nipples, so she was showing plenty of cleavage when she bent over. Jennifer put on some white, high-heeled sandals to give her a little extra height and she was ready to go.

I was going to the dealership with Jennifer and I didn't want to upstage her, so I just wore a white T-shirt and some low-cut jeans. My jeans hung so low on my hips that a little bit of my butt-crack was showing. My bra-less breasts were also visible under the tight cotton T-shirt, but it was nothing compared to the skimpy outfit Jennifer was wearing,

Mary, a senior in the sorority, gave us a ride to the car dealer. When we arrived at the dealership, Jennifer told me that she was nervous and couldn't go through with it. Jennifer said that she felt practically naked! I told Jennifer to get out of the car and walk around. If she still felt uncomfortable, then she could get back into the car and we'd forget all about it.

We got out of the car and a cool breeze immediately lifted her skirt up to her waist. I'm sure anyone looking in Jennifer's direction got a flash of her itty-bitty panties. Jennifer quickly pushed the skirt down and tried to return to the car, but Mary locked the doors! Jennifer pleaded with Mary to let her in, but Mary just smiled and waved as she drove away. Now Jennifer was forced to go through with it.

I stayed out of sight and watched from a distance as Jennifer looked for a car. While Jennifer walked around the car lot, she was getting a lot of attention from the salesmen. It was a breezy day and she continued to have trouble keeping her skirt down. Jennifer must have decided that since she'd come this far, she may as well quit acting like a prude because she appeared to begin loosing her inhibitions.

She was admiring a Camaro when a nice looking, older salesman came up behind her. Jennifer pretended not to notice him and bent over to look at the tires. She kept her knees straight so that the skirt would ride up as high as it could. He was getting a good look at her thong panties, which were almost non-existent as they drifted up into her butt.

The salesman offered to help Jennifer, but she said that the sticker price was way out of her price range, so she was going to leave. He begged her to stay and check out the car. Jennifer pretended to be interested as he opened the hood. They leaned over to look at the motor and from his angle, he could see right down her shirt. There was a large bulge developing in his pants, so I knew my plan was working. I think Jennifer was starting to get turned on by the attention and began feeling at ease with the situation.

Then some unexpected events turned the innocent plan into a humiliating strip show. The first mishap occurred when the salesman caught the string of the mini-skirt in the hood when he slammed it. Not knowing that the string was caught in the hood, Jennifer walked around the side of the car and the string came untied. Since that string was the only thing holding the skirt on, it fell to the ground. Jennifer's face turned red with embarrassment as she stood there in those tiny white panties. Her dark bush was visible through the thin material of the little undies and the salesman just stood there, taking it all in.

Jennifer asked him to please get the skirt for her, but his hands were trembling so much that he couldn't get the hood opened. Then her situation went from bad to worse. The salesman decided to just yank the skirt out of the hood and when he did, the string was torn completely off. Now what was she going to do? Jennifer's only choice was to wrap the skirt around her and quickly jump in the driver's seat.

The salesman persuaded her to take the car for a test drive. I had to see what happened next, so I ran over and climbed into the back seat. The car had a manual transmission, so it was impossible to hold the skirt in place and drive the car. Jennifer tried to wrap the skirt around her waist like a towel, but there wasn't much material to work with. Each time she moved her legs to shift gears, the skirt separated a little further. The salesman watched as more and more of her legs became exposed. Soon he was able to see Jennifer's panties, as the skirt came apart at her waist.

Finally, Jennifer turned a corner and the skirt fell completely off. The salesman tried not to be obvious as he stared at her neatly trimmed brunette bush, which was easy to see under the thin white fabric of the tiny panties. I giggled and told the salesman that he shouldn't be looking at a little girl's underwear. He said that he wasn't, but we both knew that he was.

As the salesman started making small talk, Jennifer began to relax and enjoy the little adventure. We turned down a street that had a few bumps. When we hit the first bump, Jennifer's boobs bounced up and down. This really got the salesman's attention, so she decided to try it again. She hit the next bump a little faster, but when her breasts bounced up, the top button of the shirt popped off.

Jennifer stopped the car and bent over to look on the floor for the button, practically falling out of the shirt in the process. She located the missing button and thought she had everything under control, but then the second mishap occurred. As Jennifer straightened up in her seat, the shirt got caught on the blinker lever. The lever pulled on the shirt and popped the last button off.

Jennifer shrieked, "Oh my gosh," as her titties fell out for all the world to see.

The salesman started breathing heavy as Jennifer tried to position the material of the shirt to cover her breasts. Now she was in real trouble. How was she going to hold all of her clothes in place and drive the car at the same time? Sensing her embarrassment, I offered to drive the car back to the dealership allowing Jennifer to cover up. However, the salesman took over and traded places with Jennifer. Jennifer wanted the salesman to driver her home, but he told her that if she was really interested in the car, she should come back to the office and he'd make her a great deal. At this point, Jennifer was only interested in covering her nudity, but I persuaded her to find out what kind of great deal he was willing to offer.

When we arrived at the car lot, the salesman purposely parked the car in the furthest spot from the door. I guess he wanted all of his buddies to see Jennifer walk by. I got out of the car and told Jennifer that I'd wait for her in the showroom.

Jennifer sarcastically said, "Thanks a lot!"

Jennifer suddenly had an idea. If she tucked the skirt into her panties, it would stay on and she could hold the shirt together with her hands. This idea led to the third mishap. As Jennifer tucked the skirt into those little undies, the thin strings on the panties snapped, causing her underwear and her skirt to fall to the ground. The salesman's eyes were as big as silver dollars as he gazed at Jennifer's naked body. Her bare ass and pussy hair could be seen from the busy street as several cars honked when they drove by. Jennifer quickly picked up the skirt and wrapped it around her. Holding the skirt with one hand and the shirt with the other, Jennifer followed the salesman to the office leaving the panties lying on the pavement.

The salesman led Jennifer to a seat in his office, which was secluded except for a window facing the showroom. Luckily, the showroom was fairly empty. As Jennifer sat in the office, she continued to hold the shirt together with one hand and the skirt with the other. I stood outside the office as the salesman described the great deal he could give her. Jennifer said that his price was too high and that she was going to leave. He said that he was going to find out if he could make her a better offer and left the room.

Soon the salesman returned followed by the sales manager, office manager and finance manager. I'll bet those guys don't sit in on every sales meeting. I'm sure Jennifer's lack of clothing made this meeting special. From where I stood outside the office, it appeared as though Jennifer felt extremely vulnerable with all those guys looking at her. They were trying to distract Jennifer so that she would let go of the shirt or the skirt.

The first deal was written on a piece of paper. To reach for the paper, Jennifer had to let go of the skirt. As she did, the skirt fell open and Jennifer's right leg was completely exposed. Half of the skirt was still resting in her lap, but any sudden movement and her pussy was going to be revealed. The guys realized that forcing Jennifer to reach for papers would put her in more of a compromising position, so they kept showing her lower deals.

Everyone was shaking with anticipation as Jennifer's skirt was about to fall on the floor, so I told Jennifer to ask for the car's invoice sheet. They said that Jennifer was not allowed to see it, so Jennifer wrapped the skirt tightly around her waist and told them that she was going to leave. All of the sudden, the invoice appeared. Jennifer offered them $100 below the invoice price, but they refused, so she sat there holding the invoice with both hands. Without any hands holding her clothes in place, the shirt fell open, but was still covering her nipples and the skirt was back in Jennifer's lap barely covering the dark hair of her neatly trimmed bush.

They were dying to see Jennifer's nipples and pussy, but so far they were out of luck. Jennifer set the invoice down, pulled her shirt and skirt together and told them that $100 under invoice was her final offer. When they refused again, Jennifer said that she was really glad they couldn't work a deal because she would have to lean over with both hands to sign all the paperwork. She wouldn't be able to hold her clothes in place while she signed the documents. With that statement the deal was made.

As all eyes were upon Jennifer, she slowly bent forward to sign the purchase order. As she did, the shirt fell away and her breasts were completely exposed. Jennifer's breasts are full and firm, with pretty pink nipples. Her nipples began to stiffen as the breeze from the air conditioning vent blew down on her naked tits. From the bulges in the guy's pants, it was obvious that Jennifer's nipples weren't the only things getting stiff. Jennifer couldn't believe it. She was sitting in a room full of strange men with her boobs completely exposed!

The salesman handed Jennifer a second form to sign, but she accidentally dropped the pen. Without thinking, Jennifer leaned over to pick it up, but suddenly realized that her bare butt was in full view of the guys to the right of her. Jennifer began nervously fumbling to pick up the pen so that she could sit down in a hurry, but she actually pushed the pen further away. She had to bend completely over to pick up the pen. This gave everyone in the room a chance to move into position to admire her firm, young butt cheeks. Jennifer felt totally humiliated.

As she sat back in her seat, the skirt fell, but she caught it before it could fall completely off. Then Jennifer positioned it so that it was barely covering her bush. This elevated the guy's level of excitement. They really wanted that skirt to fall, but for the time being, they went back to gazing at Jennifer's bare titties as she signed the last piece of paper.

When it was time for the loan, Jennifer told them that she wanted the lowest interest rate available. The rates they were offering were not appealing, so once again she pulled the shirt and skirt back into position and told them that she was going to leave. They came back with a rate that was next to nothing and Jennifer agreed to the terms.

The finance manager left to get the paper work together, so Jennifer sat and chatted with the men while he was gone. As they talked, Jennifer really started teasing the guys. When Jennifer laughed, she made sure her breasts wobbled back and forth. As her breasts bounced, her shirt came open again. Jennifer also kept moving her legs causing the skirt to slowly slide down, but she would always catch it just before the hair on her pussy came into view. It was driving the guys crazy.

The finance manager returned, but he had to sit far across the desk because the office was so crowded. Jennifer almost had to stand up to take the first forms from him and when she did, the skirt fell to the floor. She put her hands up over her face as if she was embarrassed and told the guys that she was afraid that was going to happen. Jennifer turned around with her back to the guys and slowly bent down to pick up the skirt. All of the guys were getting a great view of her firm, smooth ass.

The salesman jokingly said that Jennifer should throw that skirt away. Jennifer replied in a soft voice that she should also throw the shirt away, but then she'd be sitting there completely naked in front of everyone. They said that they didn't want her to feel uncomfortable, so they told her that they'd immediately send for an expensive, leather Corvette jacket for her to wear. Jennifer agreed and handed the salesman her skirt, then removed what was left of the shirt. He quickly carried off the clothes, but the guys were in no hurry to give her the jacket.

Jennifer was now totally nude and sitting in front of a group of strange men while she signed the rest of the forms. I was amazed at how many forms she had to sign. Jennifer slowly and carefully read each form while the guys just sat and stared at her beautiful tan body. Some of the workers from the garage walked by the window, but all they could see was her back. When Jennifer realized she had an audience, she turned sideways in the chair and gently bounced her breasts as she signed the remaining papers. This gave the guys at the window something to look at.

Finally the paperwork was signed and the car belonged to Jennifer. She stood up and asked for her jacket. The men said someone was bringing it right up. As she stood there waiting, the guys at the window were admiring Jennifer's bare butt cheeks while the men in the office were looking at her fully exposed tits and bush. Jennifer's little pink nipples were pointing out with excitement and she made no attempt to hide her nudity. She even turned around to face the window, then put her hands up to her face and gave the guys in front of the window a surprised look as if she didn't know that they were there. With her hands up to her face, the guys at the window had an unobstructed view of her nice full breasts and her cute little pussy.

A guy came in and handed her the jacket. He looked shocked. I guess he didn't expect to see a naked girl in the office. Jennifer slowly slipped the jacket on while the guys watched her every move. After zipping the jacked halfway up, Jennifer turned to the guys and explained that the jacket was too short. She turned around and showed them that half of her bare buns were hanging out. Then Jennifer turned back and pointed to some of the pussy hair that was peeking out from below the front of the jacket. The guys said that it was the best they could do, so Jennifer took the keys and paperwork, then headed for the door.

The showroom was a little more crowded now and everyone stopped what they were doing to watch Jennifer walk across the room. When Jennifer got to the door, she dropped the car keys, then slowly bent forward to pick them up giving everyone one last look at her nice round bare behind. She turned and waved, then proceeded to the car. I met her in the parking lot and we headed for home.

When Jennifer called her dad to tell him about the deal she got, he was astonished. He couldn't believe that Jennifer got such a great deal. He asked Jennifer what her secret was so that he could get a great deal, too. Jennifer just laughed because she didn't think her dad could handle knowing what her secret was.



College Girls Ch. 02



As you might expect from the title, this story is a continuation of College Girls, Chapter 1. 

*

The morning was chilly, but Susan still felt like having breakfast outside. Almost as soon as she'd sat down she heard someone coming up behind her. She looked up from her yogurt and saw Peter standing nearby, shifting nervously from one foot to the other.

"You know my habits," she said, smiling. "Join me?"

Peter shook his head. "I'd love to, but I'm kind of late. I was hoping that I'd run into you so that ... I could invite you to dinner on Thursday." The last part came out a little too quickly. 

She smiled again. She liked it when he was shy and uncertain. She hadn't seen Peter since the party at Ken's house the previous week, and ... well, she missed him. She missed him a lot. He'd said that he wanted to spend some time with her; and she'd been waiting with increasing impatience for him to ask. But she needed to be clear. 

"Just dinner?"

Peter nodded. His confidence was returning. "Yes, just dinner. But there's something I'd like to show you afterwards."

Susan giggled – she couldn't help herself. "Nothing of yours, I hope?"

"I wish. It's cylindrical and enormous, but it belongs to a friend of mine."

She played along. "I hope you'll introduce me."

"Well, he'll be out for the evening. But I'm looking after it for him."

Susan shook her head. "I give up."

"Good. 7:30?"

* * *

They picked a restaurant where they weren't likely to see anyone they knew. Susan had to take a cab to get there, which was extravagant. But that was her fault. She had wanted to do it that way. Peter was waiting in a booth at the back, looking dapper in a black button-down oxford shirt. Susan looked around, a little furtively. An older man, out with his wife, eyed her appreciatively. But there wasn't anyone she recognized.

"It feels like we're having an affair," she said. "But without any of the good parts."

"We could fix that ..." Peter said hopefully.

She gave him a scowl that was only partly playful, and he dropped the subject. They chatted comfortably after that, like old friends. Susan felt unexpectedly happy. It was because she didn't feel any pressure, she realized. There was no place their relationship was supposed to go, nothing she felt she should or shouldn't do or say. As Peter told her about the anthropology field work he'd done the previous summer, Susan relaxed even more. Maybe they really could just be friends. She'd like that.

By the time dinner was over, Susan was giggling at everything Peter said, even if it wasn't meant to be funny. She was still a little giddy as they left the restaurant and got into his car. He drove into the hills north of town. For a moment, Susan was afraid that Peter was going to suggest they park on the ridge up there that looked out over the city lights and make out like high-school kids. She tensed up at the thought. But no, he kept on driving, and Susan felt oddly disappointed. 

They reached an elegant-looking house with a large open yard behind it. The house was dark and had that slightly creepy no-one's-home look. Susan glanced at Peter a little suspiciously, but he just pointed towards the back yard and a small round building a little distance from the main house. Peter seemed to have a key for it. Her first impression of the dim interior left her more puzzled than ever. They'd stepped into a small room dominated by a desk laden with computers and humming electronic equipment. There was a big, comfy-looking couch against the opposite wall and a door that presumably led deeper into the building.

Susan leaned close to Peter, conspiratorially, and lowered her voice. "So you're a spy? Is that it? I'd always suspected as much."

He grinned. "Yes, well, I knew I'd have to tell you sooner or later." He looked insufferably smug. "Actually, this is called the 'warm room'."

"Implying a cold room somewhere nearby?"

He indicated the inside door. "Right this way."

They stepped through the door and into a larger and even darker space with a concrete floor. It was indeed quite chilly. As her eyes adjusted, Susan could make out a metal framework that formed a large cylinder mounted at an angle to a steel pipe. She nodded, finally getting it.

"An observatory."

"Right. One of the biggest private ones in the state, apparently. Built by a friend of mine named Jason. If you ever meet him he'll tell you all about it. Just make sure you don't have anything else planned for that evening. Anyway, you said that you were interested in astronomy."

Susan looked around, trying to take it all in.

"Of course," Peter continued, "if I had his money, I'd probably buy a Lamborghini instead ..."

"That's because you're shallow and narcissistic."

"Right. I love you too."

Susan let that one slide. "How does it work?" she asked, pointing to the telescope. "Can we look through it?"

"That's why we're here. You can control everything from the warm room, if you want to stay, you know, warm. But then you'll just be looking at a computer screen. It's just not the same. It's like looking at a photograph of someone instead of the real person."

Peter studied her for a moment and smiled. She smiled back. "Not that I wouldn't mind having a photograph of you," he said.

"Later. How do you turn it on or whatever?"

Peter sighed. "I don't know the details. Jason just left it set up in idiot mode for me. Any favorite objects you'd like to look at?"

She thought about that for a second. "Sure. How about the Andromeda galaxy? Can you do that?"

"I'll try." 

He walked up to a small display screen at the base of the telescope. He typed something and the roof of the building slid open slowly. Very cool, Susan thought. I want one of these for my bedroom for warm summer nights. The telescope slewed around and settled into a position pointing almost straight up.

"I guess Andromeda is near the zenith at the moment." He peered into the eyepiece and nodded. "Have a look. You might have to re-focus."

Susan studied the instrument for a moment. There was a big camera attachment off to one side. Otherwise, it looked like a lot like the little telescope she'd pestered her dad to buy for her when she was fourteen and all her friends wanted ponies. She had to lean over quite a bit to get her head lined up properly with the eyepiece. She noticed Peter taking advantage of her position to admire the way her black pants stretched over her rear. She smiled to herself and ignored him. She tweaked the focusing knob until ...

"Oh, my god, there it is!"

A swirl of stars filled her field of vision, brilliantly clear and surprisingly colorful. She'd seen photographs of this galaxy – she even had an astronomy book that had it on its cover. But Peter was right. Really seeing it ... It was like going to Paris and actually seeing the Eiffel Tower or the Mona Lisa.

"I guess this is why people have telescopes," Susan said. "Normal people, I mean. Not scientists."

"Well, I'm not sure that Jason fully qualifies as normal ..."

"You're just jealous. How long have you known him?"

"About a month."

"Just a month? And he lets you use his observatory when he isn't around?"

"I think he sees me as a kindred spirit. I'm not sure that's an entirely good thing."

Peter was grinning, though. He fiddled with the keyboard again. "Here's a globular cluster Jason showed me. I like all the purples and blues. But, really, you can point this thing just about anywhere and it's one wonder after another."

They traded smiles as Peter moved the telescope around. The ring nebula in Lyra was wisp of blue vapor, the crab nebula like the chaos of a Jackson Pollock canvas. Susan felt like a kid in a candy store. But there was something Peter had said that was bothering her.

"You just met Jason a month ago? About the same time we met?"

"The next day, actually. You told me that you were interested in astronomy, so I asked my physics professor if he knew any amateurs in the area who had telescopes. He introduced me to Jason."

"Wow. Just so you could take me here?"

"Pretty much, yes."

"What would you have done if I'd told you that I was interested in lion taming?"

Peter looked at the floor. "Are you angry?"

"No. Not at all. I think that was really sweet. I'm just ... surprised, I guess. That you'd go to that much trouble."

"No trouble at all. I think it's just as cool as you do. Okay, cool isn't the right word. It's really pretty nerdy. But it got me alone with you in a dark room, right?"

She nodded and took a step closer to him. "Yes. It did. So what are you going to do about it?"

They were facing each other, only a few inches apart. The invitation had been as clear as she could make it. She hadn't planned it this way. Exactly the opposite, actually. But something had changed. Her reservations had evaporated the instant she'd looked into the eyepiece. Why? Were galaxies and nebulae erotic? There was no time to wonder about that. A heartbeat later there was no distance at all between them. Peter lifted her chin and kissed her. Her arms went around his neck, pulling them even closer together, and his warmth flowed into her, dissolving the chill of the observatory.

After a long time, Peter broke the kiss. "There's a couch in the warm room," he said.

Susan nodded, barely able to speak. "Okay."

Her legs began to shake as she followed him into the small room, and she had to sit down on the couch. Her hands were clumsy as she tried to undo her blouse; the buttons on her sleeves took three or four tries. She kicked off her shoes, unzipped her pants and shimmied out of them. She was wearing her prettiest underwear – light blue, sheer and silky. The high cut of the panties exposed the sides of her hips, and her nipples, hard as pebbles, were easily visible through the filmy fabric of the bra. Without admitting it to herself, she was thinking this might happen when she'd dressed that evening.

"These stay on," she said, indicating her wispy underthings. "'Cause, you know."

Peter sighed. "Yeah, I know."

He wasn't doing much better than she had with the buttons on his shirt. She waited, sitting nervously on the edge of the couch, looking down, her hands in her lap, feeling very vulnerable and exposed. The rustling of clothes seemed to go on for a long time. When she finally looked up, Peter was standing next to her, completely naked.

"Oh," she said, flustered. She'd expected him to leave his shorts on, to sort of keep things even. She thought about asking him to put some clothes back on, but that seemed a little ridiculous. And ... well, she really wanted to look at him. When she'd seen him before it had been so furtive, through half-closed eyes in her dorm or across that dark room in Ken's house. But here he was, right in front of her, all of him: the smooth columns of his legs, the neat rows and columns on his taut stomach, the muscles playing in his arms as he reached for her. And his cock sticking straight up, long and pale and quivering slightly. She wanted to wrap her hands around it; she'd wanted to since the night she first saw him, and now there it was, just a few inches away ... 

But she couldn't quite bring herself to do it, not yet. She reached out tentatively and laid one hand on his chest instead. He stood still and let her caress him. His skin was soft, but she was always aware of the muscles beneath it, tough and vital. She ran her hand down his stomach and along his hip. Without exactly meaning to, her arm brushed against the tip of his cock. Peter shuddered.

Susan pulled her hand away quickly. No. She couldn't do it. She couldn't touch him there. Being half-naked like this was all right, somehow. But that would take her somewhere else, somewhere she couldn't let herself go.

Peter hesitated, then sat down beside her on the couch and leaned over to kiss her. That was better, much better. She let the kiss swallow all her thoughts until she was completely lost in it, her eyes closing, her body bending towards his. She realized vaguely that his hands were on her bare shoulders and without meaning to she was falling slowly backward until she was lying on her back. Peter shifted his body until he was alongside her and his lips found hers again. So much of him was touching her; what they'd done before had been so fleeting, a quick kiss, a few touches. This felt so much more complete. They could take their time, explore each other.

He lay between her thighs now and the hair on his legs tickled her sensitive skin. She put her hands on his shoulders tentatively and ran them down his back, bumping over his ribcage, wanting to feel the firmness of his butt. She'd been dying to touch it since she'd watched him from behind, pumping in and out of Kate as she lay bent over the arm of Ken's couch. Susan moved her fingertips a little further down, to where his buttocks began to curve up from his lower back. Peter's kisses became more urgent; his tongue probed deeper into her mouth. Susan's pussy throbbed so badly she could barely stand it. Peter shifted down a little until his cock, brutally hard now, pressed against her mound. Oh, god, she thought. I have to have him.

His hips shifted back, easing the pressure for a moment. Susan tried to catch her breath. And then suddenly she felt the head of his cock pushing the fabric of her panties into her pussy. The tip, all of it, strained at her opening. If it weren't for that little bit of cloth he'd be ...

Peter grunted and jerked his hips forward, desperate to drive himself deeper inside. Susan's body didn't know how to react, the wanting him and not wanting him left her paralyzed, her eyes wide, her mouth open. Finally, Peter took a deep breath and willed himself to stop. He lifted himself onto his elbows, his chest heaving, sweat beading on his forehead.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I just lost control ..."

"I know," Susan said thickly. Me too."

He collected himself for a moment then leaned down to kiss her neck. She closed her eyes and let her fingers stray across his butt, following the curve of the taut muscles. His lips grazed her skin, his breath warming each spot. He kissed her along the edge of her bra strap, stopping as he reached the top of one cup. Then he surprised her by pulling the strap down until the cup had peeled partway back, exposing the top of her breast and a sliver of pink aureole. Susan saw his nostrils flare, his eyes move down her chest.

I'll stop him if he pulls it any lower, she thought, not sure if she really would. But he didn't. He just dragged his tongue across the flushed, sensitive skin below her neck. His hand moved between their bodies, stroking her belly, tracing the edge of her hip, teasing the skin above her panties.

And then he did it again, grabbing the top of her panties and pulling them down. Susan gasped when she realized what had happened. The waistband was now halfway down her hips, freeing a puff of pubic hair. The protection her minimal clothing provided had become even more ephemeral. Peter looked down at her, his eyes lingering on the remaining triangles of fabric. He moved his head down until he could kiss the newly exposed skin just above her bra. She let out a sharp cry as the tip of his tongue moved across the boundary that marked where the darker-pink skin of her aureole began. The tiny bumps offered more resistance than the smooth skin of her breast, and the infinitesimal friction sent sparks through her entire body. She couldn't stand it. If he were to rip the rest of her clothing off right now she wouldn't stop him. She wanted to beg him to do it now, to suck her whole breast into his mouth, to slip his fingers into her pussy. But she couldn't, she just couldn't. He kept licking along the edge of her bra. He wormed the tip of his tongue under it until he found where her nipple began to rise, the skin there pulled tight, painfully hard and blindingly sensitive. He tickled and nuzzled and worried the tiny bit of flesh until she ground her pussy against his thigh and let out a sharp moan.

Peter pulled back, startled at the violence of her reaction. Susan let go of him and lay back, her eyes closed, her barely-covered breasts slick with perspiration. She wanted his mouth back on her skin; she wanted him to kiss her everywhere, on every inch of her exposed flesh. And tonight, at least, he seemed so perfectly attuned to her unspoken desires that he did exactly that. His nose tickled along the gentle curve of her stomach, his tongue flicked into her belly button. He stroked along the insides of her arms and blew gently on her inner thighs, setting all of her alight, leaving her buoyant and breathless. 

She wasn't sure how much time passed. His lips and his tongue never seemed to tire of her. As he worked his way closer to her center, Susan realized that her panties had been pulled awry and the narrow strip of fabric between her legs had sunk into her pussy, leaving her swollen outer lips exposed. The same thing had happened in his dorm room. But this time she didn't have the strength to fight it. She just sighed and let her legs move a little further apart. She felt Peter's breath at the junction of her thighs and then the gentle rasp of his tongue, exploring the bare, puffy flesh, flushed pink now and fragrant with her juices. He licked her everywhere, sucking the folds between his lips, teasing along the edge of the bunched fabric that just barely blocked his access to her deepest recesses.

Her arousal deepened like a cat's purring, like the electric hum of the equipment in the room, steady and powerful, saturating every part of her. She hardly noticed when Peter moved back on top of her and their limbs entwined. He had so many different textures, his neck so soft, the muscles in his chest so dense, and his cock ... it was like silk, like horn, like iron, burning hot and sticky-wet at the tip. Then their lips met and that felt more like sex than anything else they'd done so far. All the touching, the licking, that was just ... playing, fooling around, something friends might do together if they'd had too much to drink or just felt closer than usual. She'd kept her clothes on, sort of. But their lips were naked, completely naked. The way he was kissing her – she couldn't just tell herself that it was innocent. She couldn't talk to Kate about it. She had to stop.

She pulled away, out from under him, until they were lying side by side. Peter didn't say anything. He knew as well as she did that they were about to cross a line, the real line. He'd been a gentleman, keeping his hands out from her underneath her clothes, mostly, anyway. And she hadn't touched him ... not on his private places. That was how it needed to stay. 

She thought about it for a moment then shifted around on the couch, crawling down until her face was just opposite his cock. She let her hair brush against the shaft, let the head glide along the smooth skin of her cheek and her neck.

"Susan," he whispered. "Don't."

"Shh," she said. "It's all right."

Her hand stroked his inner thigh, stopping just as she could touch the pubic hair around his balls. Peter's cock jumped, brushing against her face, almost as if it was seeking her lips. She inhaled his sharp musk and stared at the pulsating vein that ran along the underside, following it up to the helmet-shaped head, blushing crimson now. She brushed it with her forehead, with her nose. The skin seemed so smooth and elastic, so supple. She breathed gently on it, enjoying Peter's reaction. The feeling was starting again, the pressure building in her loins. She didn't have the patience he did. She needed more of him now.

She sat up and pushed on Peter's shoulder until he rolled onto his back. She admired his recumbent form for a moment, the broad chest and flat stomach. Then she swung one leg over him until she was sitting across his thighs, his cock nestled against the front of her panties. She readjusted them to give him a smoother surface, then began shifting forward and back, rubbing his shaft through the furrow between her pussy lips. She loved the warmth of his skin against the backs of her thighs and her butt, the feel of him sliding against her. Peter reached up and cupped her breasts with both hands, pushing her stiff nipples hard into her chest.




College Girls Ch. 02



She moved her hips faster and changed the angle a little so that his cock head bumped against her clit at the end of each stroke. Everything down there was so wet that they just slid together frictionlessly, and she made small sighs every time he stroked her nipples or pushed the straining fabric of her panties a little deeper into her pussy. Suddenly Peter twisted under her with a sharp groan and grabbed her bottom, slipping his fingers down under her waistband, almost pushing her panties off altogether.

"Watch out," he croaked just as the first spurt erupted, flying up and forward to land on his chest. She pulled back to get out of the way, but it didn't help. Cum went everywhere, onto her, onto him, onto the couch. Before she could think better of it, she grabbed his cock with one hand, covering the head to catch the last few bursts in her hand. As he calmed and his hips sank back into the couch, Susan kept holding his shaft, feeling the blood leaving it, feeling his pulse slow and diminish, entranced by his cock's transformation back into ordinary flesh. She let it settle back onto his belly, still partially erect, shiny with their fluids. And something about it made her feel that she'd left things unfinished somehow. Not just because she hadn't cum herself. That was all right; it wasn't what their relationship was about. And she'd insisted on staying dressed, sort of. But ...

She leaned over and licked along the shaft, just cleaning his cock off a little. Peter groaned and arched his hips up towards her. She let the head linger between her lips for a moment. Then she sat up, satisfied. That wasn't really sexual, she thought. It was affectionate, like straightening his collar or a hug at the end of the evening before going home.

"It's really late," she said. "I'm hoping there's a bathroom we can use?"

Peter nodded and indicated another door nearby.

She kissed him lightly. "Me first, okay?"

* * *

Walking quickly across campus, Susan stopped suddenly enough to cause a distracted-looking Asian student to bump into her. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and blinked at her.

"Sorry," Susan said. The student nodded vaguely and kept walking.

Kate was sitting on a bench under a tree. She wore a thin cotton blouse and jeans and she had her head down. A cold wind sliced across the quad, stirring up leaves. She must be freezing, Susan thought. But Kate sat inertly, her arms at her sides. The fact that she was by herself was odd enough. But the absence of her usual vivacious energy was a sure sign that something was wrong. Susan was late for a class, but she walked over and sat down next to her roommate.

Kate looked up blankly. Her eyes were red-rimmed; mascara dripped. "Oh, hi Susan."

"Hey, Kate. What's the matter?"

"Nothing."

Susan felt a hollow space in her stomach, a sudden ominous premonition. "Come on," she said. "Talk to me."

Kate sat still for so long Susan wasn't sure she'd heard.

"I think Peter is seeing someone else," she said, finally.

Kate was quiet again. Susan didn't push it.

"He hasn't called. He was out somewhere on Tuesday night. He told me he was going to be studying in the library. But he wasn't. I went there and looked for him."

On impulse, Susan put her arm around Kate and pulled her close. Kate stiffened for a moment, then buried her face in Susan's shoulder. She started to sob softly.

"Hey," Susan said. "I'm sure it's okay. Didn't you tell me that he had some big project due this week? He's probably just really busy."

"But why ..."

"Shh. Guys can be thoughtless like that. They get distracted easily. You know he'd never leave you. Where would he find someone else as beautiful as you?"

Susan's voice had taken on a sing-song quality, and she rocked Kate gently against her shoulder. I'm turning into her mom, Susan thought. She sighed. I've got enough problems of my own. I'm not signing up for that gig. She looked down at Kate. A small suspicion about her popular, sexy roommate began to grow inside her head. Maybe Kate was always ditching guys so quickly because she couldn't handle it if one of them ditched her first.

"How about if I talk to him?" Susan suggested. "I'd be casual about it. Catch him at our physics class and mention that I haven't seen him around – something like that."

Kate looked up at her, eyes big and round and redder than ever. "Could you? That would be great."

Susan squeezed her shoulder and gave her a sisterly kiss on the forehead. "I've got to go, okay? I've got a class."

Kate nodded, smiling bravely. She seemed very child-like and helpless. "Okay."

Susan smiled back. "I'll see you tonight." She got up and nearly ran across the quad, needing to get as far away as she could before Kate thought to ask Susan where she had been on Tuesday night.

* * *

"You lied to her," Susan said.

Peter looked miserable. He took a gulp of his coffee and winced: too hot. There were sitting across a small table from each other in a café off-campus.

"Yeah," he admitted. "She called right before I left to meet you. I didn't know what to do. I told her I'd be in the library."

Susan sighed. "This isn't going to work, is it?"

Peter looked up quickly. He seemed stunned. "What do you mean?"

"I can't let you hurt her. Us, I mean. I can't let us hurt her." She felt around clumsily for the right words, feeling every bit as wretched as Peter. "I thought you and I could just ... be together, a little bit, you know, like we were the other night. But we can't."

He tensed for a moment and leaned closer to her. Then he slumped back into his chair. "You're right. I was being really thoughtless. Selfish, I guess."

"Try cowardly." It came out a bit more forcefully than she'd intended. "Sorry, I didn't mean ..."

"No, you're right." Peter looked like he wanted to take her hand, then thought better of it. "I was hurting both of you. I wasn't thinking. I was ... just stupid. Stupid and selfish. Sorry, I'm repeating myself."

His sincerity nearly destroyed her resolve.

"So what do we do?" he asked.

Susan was ready for that one. "Nothing," she said. "What happens between you and Kate is your business. But you and I ... I was right the first time about our seeing each other. We just can't."

He sat very still for a moment. Then he nodded and got up, not really looking at her. "Okay. I should go. I'll see you around."

He hesitated for a second, then leaned over and kissed her on the cheek before walking off.

She stayed where she was, staring into her cooling coffee and wondering how she could feel so proud of herself and so miserable at exactly the same time.

* * *

Cross-country practice had ended, and the coach had long since sent everyone back to the locker room. But Susan had built up an angry energy after her conversation with Peter that the tough ten-mile workout hadn't burned out of her. So she kept running, up the big hill behind campus she usually hated doing, and onto the potholed streets of the sleepy suburban neighborhood on the other side. She needed to wear herself out, to clear all the tangled-up stuff out of her head.

Twenty minutes later she was still so self-absorbed that she didn't notice the sky darkening until big, cold raindrops began stinging her face. Oh, hell, she thought. I'm probably three or four miles from the dorm. But there was really no help for it. She didn't have her cell phone with her, and there wasn't anybody around she knew. She was just going to get wet.

She picked up her pace, dispirited, trying to stay under trees where she could. Before long, they started to drip too. She splashed through a puddle she hadn't seen and swore to herself. Now her shoes were wet. She put her head down, gritted her teeth and kept going.

Suddenly she heard a shout.

"Come on, get in."

She looked over towards the voice. There was a blue BMW rolling along next to her. She looked away, annoyed. Sure, like she was really going to get into some strange guy's car.

"Susan, just get in. You're going to catch pneumonia."

She looked back at the car, startled. How had he known her name? She bent down a bit until she could see the driver: Ken. 

She slowed to a stop. He stopped too and leaned over to push the passenger door open.

"I'll get you car all wet," Susan said.

"Okay, never mind then. I'll just send flowers."

She looked completely flustered.

"Susan, don't be an idiot. Get in."

It was raining steadily now. Water dripped down her hair and into her eyes. She sighed and brushed futilely at the seat of her damp sweatpants before finally crawling into the car. The interior was marvelously warm and dry.

"How did you know I was here?" she asked. "I didn't know I was going to be here."

Ken shrugged. "I called your room and your roommate answered. Kate is it? She has quite the sexy voice, by the way. Anyway, she told me that you'd probably be at practice. So I drove over to the gym and asked around. One of your teammates said that she'd seen you heading in this direction, looking 'kinda fierce' in her words. And here I am." He bowed modestly. "Actually, the hard part was figuring out who you were – you never told me your last name. I spent the last few days asking everyone who'd been to the party if they knew you."

Susan put her hand to her mouth. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking very clearly by the end of the evening." She looked down at herself. "I'm afraid you're not seeing me at my best right now either."

He laughed, as if she hadn't actually meant it. "No worries. You really look quite fetching with your hair like that. So, can I offer you a cup of coffee?"

Susan shook her head, trying to clear it. She was still adjusting to not being rained on, and it all felt a little surreal. Suddenly guys were going to a lot of trouble on her account. Peter with the telescope, Ken tracking her down in the rain. She didn't quite get it.

"Thanks," she said, "but what I really need right now is a shower and some dry clothes."

"No problem. I'll take you to my place. You can shower while I throw your stuff in the wash."

That put her on her guard. "No, it's okay. Could you just drop me off at my dorm? I really appreciate your picking me up though."

"Hey, I've got a terrific espresso machine. It's from Italy; it has an eagle on top."

Of course he has an espresso machine from Italy, Susan thought uncharitably. A glass of wine, a cappuccino. Does he really think I'm that easy? She looked over at him, searching for the inevitable hidden agenda. But it wasn't there. His face was completely open, friendly. Some of his brown hair fell endearingly across his forehead. This was the version of Ken she liked. No sign of Mr. Smooth. And it really had been awfully nice of him to pick her up. She wasn't sure why she was giving him such a hard time.

"Okay," she said, brushing rain out of her eyelashes. "Espresso from a machine with an eagle on top sounds nice."

* * *

"There's a robe and a hair drier in there," Ken said. "Help yourself."

He kind of hung around, but Susan shooed him out of the bathroom. She wasn't quite ready to undress in front of him, the night on the stairs notwithstanding. She stripped, opened the door a crack, and handed the damp bundle of her clothes to Ken, who was still standing in the hall, probably hoping that she'd change her mind.

Susan had to admit that the shower felt wonderful. It had some sort of European sprayer thingie that detached. She took it out of its holder and held it close to her chest. The spray stung her nipples, and a little shiver ran through her body. She aimed the water lower until it tickled her belly button. Mmm. So that's what these things are for, she thought. The more she learned about the adult world, the more she realized that it was all about sex. She spread her legs a little and tilted the sprayer until the water splashed against her pussy and beaded up on her pubic hair. She'd never felt anything like it. Her skin tingled and she held it a bit closer. It didn't feel like someone was touching her exactly. It was more like a million tiny fingertips brushing against her skin, half-tickling, half-teasing. I should stop now, she thought dully. Ken will wonder what I'm doing in here. Well, just another minute, until the wet chill is gone. She moved the warm spray in slow circles, until every part of her sparkled and all her senses felt heightened, ready. The minute she'd given herself passed.

She turned the water off, regretfully. Ken had left her a towel, very fluffy, and an equally luxurious robe. She dried off and enjoyed the sensation of the robe sliding on over her bare, flushed skin. She found the hair drier and organized her chestnut hair into its usual soft flip. It looks particularly stylish this afternoon, she thought. She smiled at herself and stepped out into the hallway. For the first time in days, she realized, she wasn't thinking about Peter.

Ken wasn't in evidence, but she heard activity downstairs in the kitchen. She followed the clatter of cups and saucers and the hiss of steam and found him turning knobs and adjusting nozzles on a gleaming device that did indeed sport a copper eagle on the top. He was wearing jeans, a ribbed t-shirt and loafers – regular-guy clothes. She'd only seen him in his Ken-doll outfit at the party, with his hair slicked back. She liked this better. Still, she felt a little vulnerable in her bare feet and wearing just a robe while he was fully dressed. The thought evaporated when he looked up and smiled at her, relaxed and assured, as always.

"Just another minute," he said. He patted the eagle fondly. "I love this thing. The milk foam is like velvet. He poured a small chrome pitcher of coffee into an elegant cup and mixed in some steamed milk. "Sugar?"

"Just a little."

He handed her the cup and their fingers touched for a moment. She took a sip. The smoothness of the espresso-streaked foam lingered on her tongue. Sublime.

"Shall we take these into the living room?" he asked. "Your clothes are in the washer. They'll be a while yet."

She nodded and followed him into the same high-ceilinged room where they'd first met. It made her feel microscopic.

"Do you live here by yourself?" she asked.

"At the moment. I was sharing the place with a couple of friends, but one's in Botswana at the moment, collecting something – snails, I think. The other fellow moved in with his girlfriend over the summer. I keep thinking that it won't last, so I've kept his room for him." Ken stopped and looked around a little wistfully. "It is pretty gloomy, isn't it?"

They looked at each other, and then they both laughed. Ken was sheepish. "My parents' idea. I hate it, actually."

"Well, it's a good party house. Better than mine, that's for sure. I always got so embarrassed when my friends visited my folks' place. The scrimshaw collection, you know?" Susan shuddered.

She looked around the room. Two armchairs and a couch formed a grouping around a coffee table. Susan sat down in one the chairs. It was big and plush, but there was no way it was going to accommodate two people. Ken settled into the couch and sipped his coffee with no evident sign of disappointment. Susan carefully rearranged the bottom of the robe over her legs feeling somewhat relieved.

"So do you get to keep the place when you graduate?" Susan asked.

"God no. Actually, I don't get to keep anything except the shirt on my back. My dad decided that I should learn to make it on my own." He waved his arms to indicate the house and all its contents. "Once I leave college, poof, it's all gone. So if you're in the market for a rich husband ..."

He actually sounded apologetic. Susan wondered what sort of girls he normally invited over.

"The thought never entered my mind," she said firmly. "I only want you for your espresso."

Ken smiled warmly. His eyes really sparkled when he did that, she noticed.

"So you probably aren't in a big hurry to graduate."

He leaned forward. Mr. Smooth was nowhere in sight now, no pretenses, no polished manners. "I have mixed feelings about that," he said slowly. "It isn't easy – having successful parents, parents who have such high expectations."

Susan shook her head. "Forget them." She waved at the living room and its vaulted ceiling and track lights so far up that she could barely see them. "You don't even want this. How long have you been hiding out here anyway?"

He looked a little embarrassed. "Five years."

The same as Peter, she thought, but for different reasons.

"It's not so bad out there, you know. You should give it a try."

She'd said it lightly, but Ken was looking at her with a dead serious intensity. This conversation really mattered to him.

"Are there people like you out there?" he asked.

She nodded slowly, meeting his gaze. "Yes."

He didn't say anything. He just looked back at her with his soft brown eyes, flecked with green.

Susan put her coffee cup down and unfastened the belt on her robe. The hem slid across her thighs until the two sides hung down on either side. The upper part of the robe pulled open and scratched across her very stiff nipples. She could see Ken's breathing deepen and felt his eyes travel down her body from the flushed skin at the top of her chest over the swells of her breasts, their inner curves fully exposed, small pink crescents of her aureoles peeking out tantalizingly from the edges of the robe, down to her smooth stomach and the dark circle of her belly button, and finally to the patch of chestnut pubic hair. Her thighs were together, preventing more intimate scrutiny, and Ken looked up again, his eyes more intense than ever.

"Open your legs," he said.

Susan's heart raced. Her limbs felt numb, unresponsive. She tried to drag her eyes away from his, to look down, or away or anywhere. 

Ken waited, not speaking.

Her legs began to shake. She stared at them, willing herself to calm down. But the harder she tried, the less control she seemed to have. Her knees moved apart. Her pussy lips spread, puffy and glistening, revealing soft pink folds within. She bit her lower lip and looked up. As she did, the edges of her robe, pulled further apart by her spread thighs, strained for a moment against her nipples then fell away, leaving her breasts completely bare. The flush on her chest spread downward into the rounded valley between.

Ken leaned forward. "Touch yourself," he whispered.

Her eyes widened. "Ken!"

"It's all right," he said. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. You look beautiful."

His voice had the power she remembered from the first night she'd met him, calm and controlled, irresistible. She felt as if she were stepping into darkness, into a place where she didn't know her way. She hesitated for a moment, and then moved her hand down between her legs, the heat radiating from her pussy seeming to draw it closer. She slid one finger tentatively across her outer lips, smearing moisture, then spiraled it inward until the tip was lightly circling her clit.

This is how it had started, Susan thought, that night in her dorm room: moving her fingers awkwardly under her panties while Peter and Kate went at it on the next bed. But she'd been the audience then, hidden and anonymous; now she was center stage. That made a difference. 

"I want you to undress too," she said.

Ken smiled slightly and nodded. He pulled his shirt over his head, unzipped his jeans and pushed them down along with his shorts. He kicked off his loafers then bent forward until he had worked his pants off completely. When he sat back up he was naked.

Susan rubbed harder on her clit and she trembled deliciously. She could see Ken's tongue move nervously between his lips. She looked at his body, taking her time, making a long, leisurely appraisal. She'd never felt comfortable staring at a man this way before. But it seemed all right here; it was what they were doing together – instead of watching TV or studying or something more normal. His face was handsome in a classical sort of way, a straight nose and high cheekbones. But there was a little sadness around his eyes. She liked that. She wanted to know why. And he looked ... sculpted, the planes and angles of his body accentuated by the tension in his posture. He wasn't as muscular as Peter, but toned and smooth-limbed, almost hairless on his chest, a fine down of light brown hair on his legs and around ... around his cock. Once her eyes had strayed down to it, she couldn't look away. She'd seen it before, of course, even tasted it. But it was different now, more dangerous somehow. He was thick, not as long as Peter, round at the end (did that mean he was uncircumcised?) Like a blunt object in a mystery novel. Susan shivered just looking at it. She imagined it going inside her ... no, she just couldn't. She took a deep breath. It was a relief, actually, to make her mind up about that now, to know where things were going – or (she couldn't help giggling) not going in this case.




College Girls Ch. 02



She slid one finger inside her pussy, then a second one. Ken inhaled audibly. She did it again, and Ken's hand moved down to his cock. It was even harder now, and it seemed to have grown in girth rather than length. She settled into a rhythm, stroking in and out of herself. It wasn't what she normally did, but she could tell that it aroused Ken. She stared mercilessly into his eyes, daring him to look away. The friction of her fingers kept her at a seething pitch of excitement. She couldn't stop now if she wanted to. The motion of her hand over her mound, of her fingers moving in and out was like breathing, like an engine's smooth purring idle. Her lips parted slightly. The muscles in Ken's neck pulled taut.

The room became dream-like, its colors muted, everything except Ken's body blurry and indistinct. Susan stood up, almost floating . Ken's movements slowed and then seemed to stop completely, his hand stalled half-way up the shaft of his cock, the tip of his tongue paused between his lips. His eyes followed her hips as she walked towards him, the robe's edges alternately covering and exposing her pussy. She stopped directly in front of him and put one knee down on either side of his thighs, straddling him. She leaned forward until her chest pressed against his and the head of his cock nestled in her pubic hair. Then their lips came together. They hadn't ever kissed, really kissed, she realized. His cool detachment dissolved as his arms went around her and their tongues explored each other. 

He reached inside her robe, one hand on her back, the other cupping her bottom. The contact there sent her over the edge. She'd never felt so aroused, so grateful for a man's touch. The hard, cold run, the steaming shower, the rich crema of the espresso, the thick robe, Ken's lips, his hands, his skin, his thick, hard cock, her nipples burning into his chest – there were too many sensations coming one on top of the other. She just abandoned herself to them; she couldn't do anything else. She reached for his cock and rubbed a sticky bead of pre-cum across the tip with her thumb. Ken groaned and reached between her legs and ran his fingers through her dripping folds. He smeared her moisture everywhere, on her thighs, her stomach, and finally on her outer lips so that his fingers could rub them and caress them and slide effortlessly between them until he was deep insider her. Susan threw back her head and bucked her hips against his hand. She felt a molten pressure building at her center. Ken moved his fingers – two of them? three? – in and out. His thumb rubbed across the top of her clit. It was swollen, throbbing with her heartbeat, unbearably sensitive. 

She broke the kiss, wanting to tell him to stop for a moment, to give her a chance to catch her breath; but he leaned forward and sucked one nipple into his mouth, and suddenly all she could do was whimper. The pressure built, rising into an irresistible wave that swelled and paused agonizingly at its crest and finally broke and swept through her, turning her body turn rigid and driving her hips down onto his fingers. She inhaled hard, but still couldn't get enough air. She began to feel faint; the room wheeled around her. Ken's free hand stroked her hair and the side of her face. He kissed her shoulder and her neck and the spot between her breasts until her shivering calmed and she could breathe again.

She was still holding his cock, she realized. She let go of it, stroking the shaft gently. Ken kept running his hands along her over-heated body. He was hard to figure out, she thought as she nestled her head on his shoulder. He could be smooth and manipulative sometimes; a rake, really. Then, at other times, he could be sweet and understanding. Just like Peter was awkward and geeky one minute, then forceful and confident the next. It was like having four different lovers. Too many to keep straight. She felt constantly off-balance.

Literally in this case. Too late to react, she realized that Ken was lowering her off of his lap and onto the couch. He laid her on her side and snuggled in next to her, until they were both stretched out, face-to-face. He rearranged the robe like a blanket so that it covered both of them. He kissed her again, more gently this time; and she suddenly felt very close to him, to this not-really-rich guy who lived by himself in a big, empty house. She moved closer still, until her breasts pushed against his chest. His skin felt so warm and smooth and yielding. She wanted to feel more of it; she wanted all of his body against hers. She wrapped one leg behind his, pulling him against her, until their hips met. The tip of his cock nudged against the top of her pussy, brushing the hood and dragging across her swollen clit. She gasped softly and dug her fingers into his arm. She was still over-sensitive there after cumming so hard a minute earlier, and she shifted her body up a little to relieve the pressure. Now the head of his cock was lower, no longer directly against her clit, nestling instead between her well-lubricated folds. That felt better, more comfortable. She could lie this way with him forever.

He pulled back and looked at her, surprised. He put one hand around her butt and tilted his hips slightly, lodging the tip of his cock just inside her. Susan's eyes went wide. No! That wasn't what she had meant. She'd just wanted to ...

Ken's breathing was harsh now. She could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest, the blood throbbing in the tip of his cock. He raked her bottom with his nails. He found her sensitive spot again, and the contact sent jolt after jolt of electricity through her body. His cock head pushed her apart, straining the walls of her pussy. Her breath caught in her throat; she couldn't speak, couldn't react, couldn't move.

And then he pulled out of her. 

Susan exhaled slowly, relaxing a little. She brushed his hair out of his eyes and kissed him on the cheek. She felt strangely disappointed, but relieved that he understood that he wouldn't be able to ...

But he didn't seem to understand at all. 

He leaned forward, pushing into her again. And she was so wet and slippery that the head just ... just slid all the way in. Susan made a high-pitched cry, and they stared at each other, their faces an inch apart. Her hands shook so badly she had to hold on to Ken to keep them still. He shifted his hips forward again, and now she had to bury her head in his shoulder to stifle her cries. Her pussy lips folded inward, and she dug her fingers into Ken's flesh so hard they turned white. She felt her belly fluttering, her legs trembling.

He paused for a moment. She held her breath; she knew what was coming this time. But she was wrong again. He leaned back until he could look at her. Tears glistened on her cheeks.

"Hey, it's okay," he said. "Do you want me to stop?"

She looked deep into his soft, sad eyes. She still couldn't speak. So she just shook her head.

Ken didn't move right away. Susan tucked her head back on his shoulder. She could feel his muscles tense, then his hips tilt forward. She bit her lip, but her body had learned about him, and she opened up, further then she'd ever imagined she could, surrounding him, drawing him deeper, until she felt his pubic hair scratch against hers and his balls slap the junction of her thighs.

They stayed like that, holding each other, their bodies melting together in a thousand new places. Then he began to move slowly, just his hips working and his cock sliding smoothly in and out, the slightly thicker ring around the base of the head forcing her apart just a little further with each stroke. When their loins met, a wave of sensation swept over her, each one merging with the one before until she couldn't absorb them all and her body just responded automatically to grinding of his hips and the pressure of his fingers on her flesh. The robe that was covering them had become unbearably hot. She struggled to pull it off. Ken stopped for a moment, confused. The he sat up next to her, sweat glistening on his skin, his hair stuck together and falling in front of his eyes. He threw the robe onto the floor then roughly turned her shoulders until she lay on her back. He pulled her legs apart and spent a minute staring at her swollen pussy and the moisture coating her thighs and her matted pubic hair.

She knew she must look frightened and helpless. But her body betrayed her need; her hips tilted upwards, wanting to be closer, wanting him back inside. Ken ran a finger down between her breasts, over her stomach, slick with perspiration now, dipping into her belly button, bringing a sigh from deep in her chest. She raised her head until she could see down between their bodies. Ken's cock hung there, huge and potent, almost purple with blood. While she watched, he positioned it at her entrance.

Her eyes squeezed shut. "Ken, please ..." she whispered.

She felt his weight come down on her, smoothly, irresistibly. She made a soft 'oh' sound as he sank all the way in and their hips met again. She hadn't realized that she could take all of him like that, she had no idea. It felt ... it felt perfect. The way they fit together, her thighs spread wide, her pussy stretched so tight, their hips meeting again and again ...

Suddenly her body froze as another orgasm welled up from her center, the exquisite pressure swelling and bursting open and flowing through her. She wailed and held him tight, her breasts squashing against his chest, her nipples like points of flame. Her hips bucked and twisted and Ken jammed his cock as deeply into her as it would go and there was a molten rush inside her and another and another as his body spasmed and lifted and then went gradually limp.

Time passed. Susan's breathing returned gradually to normal. Her grip on Ken's back and shoulders relaxed. He lifted his body up onto his elbows and kissed her, their tongues playing together until her pulse began to quicken again. But he took a deep breath and stopped. He pulled his now-soft cock out of her and sat up on the couch. She realized how she must look to him. Naked, hair in disarray, one foot on the floor, her other knee raised, and their mingled fluids dripping from her pussy.

She closed her eyes and raised her arms, stretching luxuriously, and a slow smile spread across her face. "I'm going to need another shower," she said.

He nodded. "Yeah, me too. Can I take you out to dinner after that?"

"Would you please? I am so hungry." She sat up and continued her stretch, making her breasts ride up a little higher on her chest. "But just pizza or something like that. All I've got to wear is my running stuff."

"Oh, right. It's probably dry by now. I'll go check."

But he didn't move. 

"What is it?" she asked.

"I can't stop looking at you." There was an apologetic note in his voice, and a trace of that sadness he had.

Susan smiled. "That's all right. I like it when you look at me. It's sweet."

He kissed her, which took a while, and finally stood up. Susan admired his lean butt as it moved away from her. She retrieved the tangled robe from the floor and put it back on. I've got a boyfriend, she thought to herself. I think I do, anyway. He isn't the easiest guy to get to know. But I'm going to try.

She went upstairs and found the bathroom. She stepped inside, hesitated, then closed the door behind her. It was strange, but she still wasn't comfortable with the idea of showering with him. It seemed so intimate, even more than what they'd just been doing. She wanted to know him a little better first.

She adjusted the shower and stepped in. She started to soap herself, enjoying the tingle of the spray and the pressure of her fingers. It felt so good she started to worry. How much of this do I need? Am I ever going to get back to the way I was?

Then a sudden intuition made her look over towards the bathroom door. It was open a crack; more than a crack, actually. She looked away, trying to seem casual. She was tired and hungry; she really needed to get cleaned up and dressed and get something to eat. But ... she could wait a few more minutes. She leaned her head back, letting the water run through her hair and down her back, feeling it flow over her butt and the backs of her thighs. And she turned slowly under the warm spray, turning all the way around, making sure that he could see all of her.

End of Chapter 2

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College Girls Ch. 03



It was about ten o'clock in the morning when I returned to the sorority house after attending my morning classes. I entered my friends' room to find Kelli and Amy still struggling to drag their lazy butts out of bed. Kelli declared that a shower helps her get going in the morning and Amy agreed. All I did was throw on some clothes before class, so I decided that I could use a shower, too.

Kelli is a five-foot, four-inch blonde with large, full breasts. Since last summer, she has become rather free-spirited about showing off her body. Kelli sat up and stretched, causing the sheets to fall from her breasts. Her silver dollar nipples were in plain view, along with the rest of her smooth, soft skin. When Kelli kicked the sheets off her legs, I was not surprised to see that she was naked. However, I was surprised to see that she had a clean-shaven beaver.

Kelli giggled and asked, "What are you looking at?"

I blushed and replied, "It looks like someone mowed the lawn!"

I was curious so I asked Kelli, "What does it feel like? Do you have any razor stubble?"

Kelli replied, "See for yourself!"

With that, Kelli took my hand and guided it down between her legs. As she gently moved my hand up and down, I was amazed at how silky her love area was. She guided my fingers down further between her legs to show me how smooth the folds of her skin were. I relaxed my hand as Kelli continued to move my fingers around until I began to feel her wetness.

Kelli closed her eyes and started to moan, but Amy jumped up and pulled my hand away. She said that Kelli needed to get ready for class. Kelli grabbed her pillow and threw it at Amy as I stepped out of the way. I thought a playful catfight was going to develop, but the girls knew they had to go to class soon.

When it comes to exhibitionism, Amy is a little more conservative than Kelli. However, Amy is no stranger to exhibitionism, either. She also had a few flashing adventures over the summer. Amy removed a flimsy tank top displaying her cute little five-foot frame. With her ample breasts now fully exposed, Amy pushed down the little red panties she was wearing, revealing her neatly trimmed brunette bush. Now, both Kelli and Amy were completely naked.

The girls grabbed their shampoo and brushes, then followed me down the hall to my room. All of our rooms are on the first floor of the sorority house. I had opened the blinds on my large picture window before leaving for class earlier that morning, so when the girls entered my room, their naked bodies could be seen by anyone walking by on the sidewalk. Kelli and Amy didn't seem to mind that their young, firm bodies were on display. In fact, they moved closer to the window as they waited for me to get undressed. The girls acted as though they were inviting people to look!

As Kelli and Amy stood in front of the window, I unbuttoned my tight jeans and slid them down my legs. My jeans were so tight that my skimpy panties came off, too. As I pulled the little T-shirt over my head, I noticed that a few guys had stopped on the sidewalk outside my room. I walked over next to Amy and Kelli, who were also aware that the guys were looking at us.

The girls and I pretended to be oblivious to their presence and acted like we were having an innocent conversation. As we talked, Kelli showed off her bare breasts and bald beaver for the boys. Amy stood with her back to the window exhibiting her firm, round rear-end. I unhooked my thin, lace bra and slid the last piece of clothing I was wearing down my arms. My perky breasts were now part of the show as the three of us continued to flaunt our tits, asses and pussies in front of the window.

A van for some carpet company pulled up in front of the sorority house and a couple of men got out. They walked over to see what the attraction was and the men were also treated to the sight of our three naked bodies. We pretended to talk amongst ourselves, letting the guys believe that we didn't know they were there. After a couple of minutes, we decided that they'd seen enough, so we headed for the shower room.

Guys are not allowed in the sorority house, so the door to the shower room is usually left wide open. Unfortunately, repairmen often walk freely through the house. All of the girls are supposed to be notified in advance of a workman's presence, but the housemother who schedules these workers doesn't bother to inform the freshman girls.

Our housemother is thirty years old and came to live with us after her husband divorced her. He ran off with a nineteen-year-old, so our housemother resents young girls. Since the freshman bedrooms and showers are on the first floor, our housemother finds it amusing when the freshman girls are caught with their pants down. Our housemother is a beautiful woman. She should enjoy life instead of taking her anger out on us. Oh well, someday we will get our revenge by publicly exposing her!

There are no separate stalls in the shower room. It's just one big room with three showerheads protruding from the wall. There is also a vanity with two sinks and two mirrors on the back wall. From the doorway, you can see right into the showers. Kelli, Amy and I got under the warm water and lathered up our bodies. Amy likes it when Kelli washes Amy's hair. As Kelli massaged Amy's head, Kelli also rubbed her big breasts against Amy's back. As I watched Kelli and Amy together, my hands began to caress my inner thighs, then slowly moved their way up to the furry auburn triangle between my legs.

Suddenly from the corner of my eye, I saw two men in the hallway. I recognized them as the men from the carpet van. Apparently, they were measuring the floor in the hallway for new carpeting and our housemother didn't bother to tell us that there would be workmen in the house today. When the men saw us in the showers, they tried to duck out of sight, but continued to peer in from the side of the doorway. I didn't bother to inform Kelli and Amy about the men as the girls continued to enjoy their shower.


The girls traded places and Amy began to shampoo Kelli's hair. Even though I knew the men were watching us, I couldn't help finishing what I'd started. As my fingers worked their magic in my pussy, my free hand caressed my breasts. Kelli's fingers were also busy between her legs as Amy's hands left Kelli's hair and drifted down to Kelli's soapy tits. Amy's hands slowly caressed Kelli's soft skin and she paid extra attention to Kelli's pretty pink nipples. I'm sure the men could hear us because Kelli and I made some moaning sounds as we reached a couple of powerful orgasms.

The girls and I rinsed off, but we suddenly realized that we'd forgotten our towels. Without anything to cover our nudity, we proceeded to the vanity in full view of the carpet men. With our backs to the men, I looked in the mirror and saw that they were observing our bare behinds. As we dried our hair, the men could see our breasts in the reflection of the mirrors. I was amazed that Kelli and Amy hadn't noticed the men yet. Kelli kept reaching high with her hair dryer and brush. The men focused on the mirror as Kelli's large breasts swayed with her movements. When we finished drying our hair, the girls and I turned around and headed towards the door.

I could hear the men scramble to act like they were working as Kelli, Amy and I entered the hallway. Kelli and Amy were shocked to find the men on their hands and knees measuring the floor. Instead of running to our rooms or trying to hide, the three of us just stood there in all of our glory. With Kelli's bald pussy only inches away from one of the men's faces, she demanded to know what they were doing. He stammered and tried to tell us how he needed to measure the floor to provide an estimate for new carpeting in the hallway.

The men seemed really nervous, then Amy dropped her brush. She turned her back to the men and bent over to pick up the brush. The second man crawled across the floor so that he was right behind Amy, almost directly between her legs. From his position on the floor he was staring right up at Amy's firm, round ass. I'll bet he was even getting a beaver shot as he looked up between her legs.

Amy was in no hurry to stand back up. From her bent-over position, she lifted the brush and inspected it to see if it was dirty. Then she slowly stood up and turned to walk towards her room. I guess Amy didn't realize that the man had moved closer to her. As she moved forward, she walked right into the man with her pussy pushing right up against his face. They were both frozen for a moment as Amy's brunette pussy hair remained thrust against the man's nose and forehead. Finally, Amy excused herself and moved around the man, rubbing her bush against his face in the process.

The men were really getting turned on, but Kelli and Amy had to go to class so the girls and I went to our rooms and closed the doors. I remained naked and stretched out on my bed. As I began reading my textbook, I could hear the men working right outside my room. Suddenly Carrie, a cute fresh-faced blond with big brown eyes and large breasts thrust open the door. Carrie sat down on the bed next to me because she needed help with her Algebra homework. All she was wearing was a sheer white bra with matching panties.

Carrie said, "Look at me! There are men in the house and I'm parading around in just my underwear. Why couldn't someone warn us?"

I replied, "What are you complaining about? I'm completely naked! The housemother should have told us about these men."

At first, I thought Carrie was really angry because the men were in the hallway unannounced. Then I realized that she must have wanted to show off because she left the door wide open. Why else would she be walking around the sorority house in the middle of the day wearing only see-through underwear!

As I reviewed her homework, I started to roll around on the bed because I couldn't get comfortable. First I would lie on my stomach for a while with my bare butt facing the door, then I would roll over and spread my legs a little. My perky breasts would be pointing to the ceiling while my fully exposed pussy would be pointed towards the door.

Carrie said that her back itched and she asked me to scratch it. As I raked my fingernails up her back, it turned out that the itch was under her bra. I told her that she needed to remove the bra if she wanted me to really scratch her back. Carrie said that she couldn't because the hook was in the front of the bra and she didn't want to be topless in front of the men. I told her that her nipples were already poking out from beneath the thin material, so it wouldn't be much different if she took it off. She still refused, so I slid my fingers up between her big breasts and unhooked the bra myself. As I pushed the straps down Carrie's arms, her big boobies were right out in the open and the men loved it.

I was sitting on the bed and Carrie was standing between my legs with her back to me. As I began dragging my fingernails up and down her back, I noticed that the men almost stopped working altogether to watch our performance. With each downward motion of my hands, I would gently touch the waistband of her tiny white panties and slide them down a little bit. I don't know if Carrie realized what I was doing, but her undies were slowly inching down and she didn't do anything to stop me. Soon her panties were halfway down her butt. With half of her ass-crack exposed, I'll bet half of her blond bush was showing, too.

Carrie suddenly looked down and said, "What are you doing? You're pulling my panties down!"

I innocently replied, "Whoops! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make your little undies fall down."

When Carrie didn't bother to pull her panties up, I resumed scratching her back and inching her panties down in the process.

Suddenly she yelped, "Stop it! If you push my underwear down any further, the men will be able to see my pussy!"

With that, I hooked my fingers under the waistband of her panties and yanked them to the floor. Carrie yelled at me to give them back, but I raised up, shoved them under my butt and sat back down. Carrie pushed me down on the bed and jumped on top of me. Her naked ass was up in the air as she tried to slip her hand under my butt and retrieve her panties. Her pussy hair was tickling my stomach as she straddled me to pin me down on the bed. I'm sure the men were getting quite an eyeful with two naked young girls wrestling on a bed right in front of them.

Carrie and I each had a grip on her panties as we got up from the bed. We had the undivided attention of the two men as we played tug-of-war with Carries panties. Carrie and I were completely naked as we playfully pulled on her underwear. Our titties were bouncing around, while our pussies and asses were totally exposed for the men to enjoy. We had to spread our legs to get more leverage and from their position on the floor, I'm sure the men were getting an unobstructed view of our beavers!

We were making a lot of noise and the housemother began walking up the hall to see what all the commotion was. The men must have thought that they were going to get in some kind of trouble, so they quickly pulled our door shut. Our housemother began complaining to the men that it was taking a long time for them to take the measurements of the floor. I guess Carrie and I were a little bit of a distraction!



College Girls Ch. 03



As you've probably guessed, this story is a continuation of College Girls, Chapter 2 

Kate wanted to ride shotgun, which meant that Susan would be sitting next to either Peter or the other guy, Luke, for the next few hours. Neither seemed like a good choice. Luke was one of Kate's ex-boyfriends – Susan remembered him vaguely from earlier in the year. He was a typical Kate cast-off: linebacker-sized and annoyingly crude. It occurred to Susan that having him along would be awkward for both Luke and Kate, but they didn't seem to mind. 

They were picking up Luke's new girlfriend at her parents' house, and then there'd be six of them squeezed into Ken's SUV, along with luggage, skis, snowboards, cases of beer, what seemed like half of Ken's wine cellar, and piles of parkas, gloves, wool hats.

She ended up next to Luke, which had seemed like the safer choice at first. But then he gradually oozed into her personal space, starting with his knee bumping hers, then his thigh, then his hip. An hour into the trip, Susan found herself getting squeezed uncomfortably against the door. Finally Luke turned half-around so that he could talk to Peter in the back seat, which jammed his butt practically onto Susan's lap. She tapped him on the shoulder.

Luke turned back and grinned. His teeth seemed unnaturally large. "What's up, honey?"

"It's Susan, and could you move over a bit? I'm getting kind of squashed."

The grin got bigger somehow. "Why don't you just snuggle up? Then there'll be plenty of room."

Now she was really steamed. She wondered if Ken could hear their conversation. She could really use him to come to her rescue. But he was talking to Kate, listening really, as she chattered non-stop. Susan was on her own.

She stared hard at him. "Could you just move over, please?"

That earned her a cool, appraising look from Luke. He shrugged and slid a couple of inches away from her and turned back to resume his conversation with Peter.

Susan closed her eyes, willing herself to relax. This ski trip was going to be a disaster. She could sense it. Just being around Peter was uncomfortable enough – they'd reached the point where they averted their eyes every time they happened to glance at each other. Fortunately, Kate was oblivious to the tension between them. And it was Ken's party, so she could hardly refuse to come.

After far too long they arrived at the new girlfriend's house and there was more shuffling of bodies and luggage and things were being strapped to the roof. The new girl – Fina? Fawn? Fiona? – seemed a little on the mousey side, although certainly attractive enough, slim with long, dark hair and full lips and a shy smile. She seemed to be built on a different scale than Luke. Susan wondered how they … well, never mind. 

When the music stopped, Susan was sitting in the back of the SUV along with Peter and several duffel bags. So there was no help for it. Unless Susan pretended to fall asleep or something, they were going to have to talk to each other. 

The SUV bumped down the driveway, and Mr. and Mrs. Fawn (it was Fawn, apparently) waved goodbye. Maps were consulted and everybody settled in for the rest of the drive.

"How have you been?" Peter asked her.

"Fine, thanks."

"It was really nice of Ken to set this up."

She nodded again. "I guess the cabin belongs to his family."

"Have you met them?" Peter asked. He tried to make the question sound casual, but it wasn't.

"No, not yet." She didn't elaborate.

Fawn and Luke, sitting in the middle seat, seemed to be talking to each other as well. Thank god for that, Susan thought.

"Things are going well with Kate?" she asked.

Peter nodded. "She's very … she's hard to resist, you know, when she wants …"

"You don't have to apologize." That had come out a little sharply.

Peter looked chastened. He shifted uncomfortably on his seat. Their legs touched, and he pulled away, abashed.

Susan smiled and touched him on the shoulder. "It's all right," she said.

* * *

The "cabin" was actually a unit in a spiffy complex of wood-shingled town-houses. Ken opened the place up, turned on the heat, and showed everyone around. It was every bit as posh as Susan had anticipated. There was a private hot tub in back and a view across the bottom of a ski slope to a jagged ridge of mountains in the distance.

Susan started to haul luggage inside and found herself at the top of the stairs lugging a duffel and a backpack. As she looked up and down the hallway, trying to remember which doorway was hers, Luke appeared beside her with his usual smug grin.

"Hey, it doesn't really matter," he said, noting her confusion. "Throw your stuff anywhere. We'll probably end up swapping anyway."

Susan stopped cold. "What are you talking about?"

His grin just got wider and he walked past her down the hall.

* * *

After everyone had gotten settled they met downstairs and had some take-out Chinese. Ken had wanted to go out to an Italian restaurant he knew in town, but everyone else had had enough driving for one day. Ken produced a couple of bottles of Pinot Gris (not exactly right with Kung Pao chicken, Susan decided, but still awfully nice). Then they moved into the living room with its beamed ceiling and thick carpet and abstract expressionist lithographs. Ken and Peter swapped stories about their travels to exotic destinations until Luke, feeling left out, perhaps, or just wanting to up the ante a bit said: 

"Hot tub?"

Susan stiffened. It hadn't occurred to her to bring a swimsuit. She was about to say as much, then thought better of it. Did one wear swimsuits in situations like this? Probably not.

Kate perked up immediately. "Sure," she said, flashing her best cheerleader smile.

Ken shrugged. "Why not. I'll go out and check the temperature. Should be ready in about twenty minutes."

Everyone else nodded and headed upstairs to do whatever getting ready to go into a hot tub involved.

Susan followed Ken out onto the deck and watched as he pushed buttons and turned knobs and checked thermometers. "Um, are you going in naked?" she asked.

"Yeah, I guess." He turned to look at her. Her nervousness must have been fairly obvious. "Does that bother you?"

"A little."

Ken stopped what he was doing and put his arm around her. She suddenly felt more comfortable, safe and protected. "Then don't do it. Or wait a while until everyone is so drunk they won't notice."

That was a pretty good idea, she decided. "Okay. Maybe I'll call home first, then come down later."

"Good. And I'll be sure to turn the lights down low and crank up the bubbles."

Susan smiled weakly. "Sorry to be so shy."

He smiled back. "I like shy."

* * *

Susan could hear the laughter from below. It had risen a bit in pitch and volume during the previous half hour, thanks no doubt to the wine Ken had been pouring. She walked into the bathroom and was relieved to find a robe hanging there – something else she hadn't thought to bring. She stripped and then folded her clothes carefully. Not that she ever folded them at home; it was just another delaying tactic. When she couldn't put it off any longer she tied the robe tightly and padded down the stairs.

Just as Ken had promised, the back deck was quite dark. Susan could see steam rising from the surface of the tub and someone's shoulders and the back of a head. Fine, Susan thought. I can handle this. She took a moment to steady herself then opened the sliding glass door that led out to the deck. No one seemed to notice her. She took a quick survey of the bodies in the tub, which wasn't made any easier by the steam or the darkness. There was a gap on the far side between Ken and a male she couldn't identify. She walked around, dropped her robe and slid into the water almost in one motion. Enough bubbles churned the surface to make it effectively opaque. Susan hunkered down until only the top of her chest was exposed. Nothing to it.

"This feels great," she said brightly. And it did. "Can someone pour me a glass of wine?"

It took a while for it to register with everyone that she was suddenly among them. But, judging by all the empty wine bottles lying around, Susan figured that she could probably count on slow reactions from this group for the remainder of the evening.

Kate responded first. She sat up to reach for a bottle, and Susan's eyes went wide. Kate had emerged from the water and was completely exposed down to her waist. Her breasts stood out like a challenge, catching the stray light until her skin almost glowed. Susan had never seen anyone look so naked outside of a porn video. She poured some wine into a glass and handed to Susan with a big grin. Kate was totally in her element.

"We saved this for you."

Susan nearly stood up to take it but caught herself at the last second. Kate sat down and resumed the slightly incoherent story she'd been telling, and Susan could finally assess the situation at her leisure. Kate was across from her, sitting next to Peter. Very next to him, actually. Almost on top of him. Ken was on the other side of Kate, which meant … oh, hell. It meant that she was sitting between Ken and Luke. She thought about that. Maybe she should move over to Ken's other side somehow so that she could sit between him and Kate. But she'd just be calling attention to herself. She decided to sit tight and edge discreetly away from Luke.

Kate kept talking, but Luke's harsh baritone cut through whatever she was trying to say.

"Ken, buddy, do you have any tequila in this joint? We should do some shots."

Ken seemed half-asleep. He took a moment to react. "Liquor cabinet's next to the refrigerator. Help yourself."

Luke grinned and stood up, the water streaming off of his blocky torso. He looked powerful and masculine, and he knew it. Susan couldn't help herself – her eyes stayed on him as he stepped out of the tub and onto the deck. His cock caught the light for a moment, raw and heavy-looking with an unusually large scrotum. And his butt … it kind of stuck out, dense and muscular like the rest of him. Not my type, Susan reminded herself. Too crude. Too cocky.

He was back a minute later holding a bottle and a bunch of shot glasses. He sort of posed with the bottle, looking like one of those statues of wrestlers that had fascinated her when she'd first studied Greek history. The wrestlers used to rub oil on their bodies before a match, Susan remembered. And they competed naked. She shivered thinking about it. All Luke was missing was the laurel wreath.

Damn it, Susan thought, what am I thinking? She broke out of her reverie and looked up from Luke's … mid-section to find him staring right at her. His grin widened and Susan looked away quickly. Luke chuckled and got back into the tub, quite close to her this time. Someday, she hoped, she'd get used to being around naked guys, especially attractive ones. For now she was just grateful that she didn't have to feel embarrassed about her pussy being wet. It was wet anyway.

Luke poured shots for everyone. He, Peter and Kate all knocked theirs back and made appropriate grimaces and celebratory noises. Susan sipped hers, and so did Ken. Fawn just held her glass politely, not touching it. Susan hadn't pegged Fawn yet. Did she lack a personality altogether or was she just painfully shy around people she didn't know? Susan made a mental note to spend some time getting to know her.

Luke poured another round, and then another. After a while, Kate spread her arms and lay back against the edge of the tub. Her breasts floated to the surface, pale and luminous. Her nipples hardened quickly in the cool night air. She flipped her long blonde hair so that it spread out behind her on the deck. Peter watched her, his eyes glazed, like some hapless soul in a fairy tale bewitched by an enchantress. Susan shook her head. In a way she was grateful that she didn't have that kind of power over men. Being nineteen and reasonably athletic was already causing her all the trouble she could handle.

She snuggled against Ken, careful to stay submerged, not quite trusting herself after all that wine and tequila. Kate, Peter and Luke had another round. Susan finished her first one and thought, why not?, just one more. Luke's laughter, loud enough to begin with, acquired a piercing, drunken quality that cut straight through the fog that was beginning to form in Susan's head. She leaned even closer to Ken, hoping that he'd put his arm around her to steady her a bit. But he was watching Kate like everyone else. She was standing now, her body on display from her hips upward. Her pussy was still hidden in the froth, but drops of water clung to her little patch of blond pubic hair and sparkled like jewels. She was demonstrating some sort of dance step, but she slipped and had to be steadied by Peter. She finally lost her balance completely and landed in Peter's lap, looking drunk and startled.

"What's that?" Kate asked, looking down at Peter and feeling around under the surface with one hand. Giggling: "You'd better put that thing away before you hurt someone."

But Kate didn't make any effort to move away. In fact, she seemed to be wiggling her hips under the water. Susan looked around. Luke's grin had gotten wider, if that was possible. Fawn looked away shyly. Ken was a Buddha: half-smiling, showing nothing. Susan decided that it was probably time to call it a night. She thought about getting up – clearly the first step in the process. But that suddenly seemed like quite a lot of work. She needed a minute or two to build up to it. Those minutes passed and then a few more after that, and her tequila glass was empty and then it was mysteriously full again. Ken was still close to her, their hips touching, but he seemed to almost be asleep. Is that how he reacts to being drunk, she wondered? 

Kate had turned partway around on Peter's lap and was kissing him. Something was happening underwater too, but it was hard to tell exactly what. As usual, Susan's over-active imagination began to fill in the details. She wondered if she should try to wake up Ken. He'd probably be interested. But perhaps he was really awake. His eyelids fluttered, and she could feel fingertips moving along her thigh. She wasn't sure about that at first; it could have been some trick of the water circulation – her experience with spas was limited. But then the pressure became more insistent. The sensation was an odd one, as if a fish was swimming around her legs. Odd but nice, she decided. She'd been feeling a little neglected, she had to admit. Kate and Peter were doing whatever, and Luke had finally started to pay some attention to Fawn, leaning over to whisper something in her ear. It was definitely past time for Ken to show some interest.

The fingertips made looping patterns on her skin. The contact made her tingle and squirm a little, just like Kate was doing. Actually, Kate had moved past the squirming stage. She was sitting directly over Peter's lap now, facing away from him, but leaning back against his chest. Her eyes were closed and her breasts bobbed at the surface. Peter moved one hand up over her chest, dragging his fingers over her nipples. Susan couldn't tell what he was doing with his other hand; perhaps the same thing that was being done to her.

Kate's lips parted and she made a soft, indrawn sigh. Peter shifted his body, and suddenly he was looking right at Susan. His gaze was so intense she didn't know how to react. She watched him stroke Kate's breasts and squeeze her nipples between his fingers. Susan was only vaguely aware of the hand that continued to caress her stomach, sliding over the warm skin and along the undersides of her breasts. She sank a little lower into the tub, which seemed to encourage the hand to roam more freely. It traced one side of her breast then flicked so lightly against her nipple that she couldn't be sure that it wasn't just a stray eddy in the current. But then the hand covered her breast completely and the thumb massaged her nipple making her gasp and arch her back. 

Peter's eyes never left Susan's. He was just across the tub, a few feet away, but the steam and the alcohol in her blood made him seem ghost-like, ephemeral. Kate rocked back and forth on his lap, and Susan was suddenly certain that they were doing it. She'd watched them before, hidden in the darkness of her dorm room and again on the stairs in Ken's house. And it was dark now too, and sort of dreamy with the foam and the steam. But this time Peter knew she was watching, and that changed things. But she couldn't look away. She'd never been able to, really, not then, not now. She needed to see when Kate reached that place where nothing mattered anymore except what was happening inside her, when she moaned and bucked and the last of her restraint was gone.

Susan thought about the hand that was touching her, trying to imagine that it was Peter's. But no, he was too far away, and Peter's touch had always been gentler, almost reverent. This hand was rough and insistent, as if it was all about the goal and not about getting there. But she needed it just the same, really, really needed it. The hand was caressing her breasts, but she willed it to go lower. And … yes, the fingers stroked down her stomach and began tickling her inner thighs, which had somehow gotten farther apart, and then they were playing with her pubic hair. Susan drew her breath in and her muscles tensed.

Kate leaned forward. Her body began moving up and down unambiguously. Her face held a look of astonishment, her brow drawn together, her eyes wide. The hand drifted between Susan's legs. Everything about the contact felt different, not slippery-smooth like it usually did. The friction – it was the same everywhere, against her stomach, along her thigh, inside her pussy. It was as if every part of her was aroused. A finger moved against her clit, rubbing it back and forth, harder than she usually liked, but it was perfect tonight. She lifted her hips to drive herself against it and suddenly she was floating. Her breasts emerged like pale islands, her nipples peeking out between the hissing bubbles.

Peter licked his lips. He looked down towards Susan's soft conical points and the swells of her breasts as the water alternately displayed then hid them. The hand in her pussy was pure, raw sensation now, plunging deep into her again and again. Her head pitched back, soaking her hair, and she choked back a scream. The rising heat in her body suddenly made the tub's warmth intolerable. But she was still floating and couldn't stand up, couldn't get her balance, and her hips thrashed against the hand that was inside her.

She put her arms behind her and grabbed the back of the tub. Now she could grind her hips, and she did, shamelessly, knowing that no one could see her. Her body began to tremble. Her skin, already flushed from the warm water, burned a dark pink at the top of her chest and down between her breasts. She hadn't ever felt anything like this before, the heat coming from outside her and inside her at the same time. But she needed to stay in control, she thought dimly. She was sitting outside with her friends, after all. She should …

Susan gasped. There were two fingers now, thick and hard and cruel, ramming in and out of her. "Oh, god," she groaned as an irresistible feeling welled up inside her, expanding, strengthening as it flowed into her limbs. She was shaking and she was half out of the water again. She had a brief glimpse of Peter staring hard at her before her eyes rolled up in her head and the world turned black.

* * *

After a long time her body came back from wherever it had been. She reached down between her legs and gently pushed away the hand that had been touching her. She felt weightless and dreamy and spent. When she could finally summon the energy to raise her eyelids, Peter was standing up. Susan felt a pang of disappointment. She'd missed seeing Kate at the end, missed seeing her body thrash out of control while Peter pounded into her. Susan shook her head, amazed at herself for thinking like that.  




College Girls Ch. 03



"I'm getting out too," Kate was saying with a self-conscious giggle, probably wondering if anyone had noticed what she and Peter had been up to. "I'm starting to prune up."

Fawn, as ever, kept her own counsel, but there was a shy smile on her lips for the first time. And Luke was grinning, which didn't count for much, since that's what he always did. Except that she noticed now how close he was to her in the tub and how the grin was directed towards her rather than Kate. Susan instinctively looked for Ken, but he had drifted away at some point, or maybe she had moved farther from him. He was three or four feet away now, and he looked … serene, his eyes closed, his breathing regular. Was he really asleep?

Susan's heart stopped. The water in the tub, as warm as it was, suddenly chilled her to her core. It couldn't have been … he wouldn't dare …

"See you guys in the morning," Kate said, standing and turning. The sight of her bare butt, bright pink from the warm water, finally drew Luke's eyes away from Susan.

Susan moved quickly. "Right, me too," she said, pulling herself out of the water and wrapping her robe around her shoulders before anyone could notice. She leaned over to rouse Ken, trying to keep the robe closed at the same time. Luke, damn him, was looking up at her from the tub. God only knew what he could see from his low vantage point. She shook her head. It was pretty dark, and she had other problems. She wasn't feeling all that well.

"Hey," she said. "I'm going upstairs."

Ken finally looked towards her, his serene expressing transforming into his familiar warm smile. "Well, it looks like the party's over then."

With a nod towards Fawn and Luke, Ken lifted himself out of the tub in a single smooth motion. Susan wanted to admire his liquid grace, how the water dripped along his smooth chest and the lean columns of his thighs, but she was just too dizzy and miserable. Ken noticed her stumble and put an arm around her waist, and, still naked, helped her upstairs. He hid his disappointment well when she apologized, wobbled to the bed, and then passed out as if she'd been clubbed.

* * *

Ken was solicitous the next morning, bringing her tea and sitting beside her on the bed. The room took a while to come into focus. Susan hadn't particularly noticed anything about it the night before. There was a ski-run map on one wall and dark, heavy furniture that looked more expensive than stylish. A window looked out onto a white mountainside that bristled with very conical pine trees. 

Her head felt as if someone had dropped a piano on it.

Ken was wearing a robe he hadn't bothered to tie. She wanted to admire him, maybe even touch the places that the robe left exposed, but it just wasn't happening this morning. She'd been wondering what it would take to completely purge her mind of all thoughts of sex. Now she knew. A few shots of tequila would do it, apparently.

"I don't think I'll be doing any skiing this morning," she said, trying to sound chipper.

"Not to worry," said Ken. "I'll just stay here and take care of you."

"No, you should go – it looks like a perfect day."

"Wouldn't dream of it. We've got three more days here. What's the hurry?"

She really did smile this time. "Okay."

Ken found some electronica on the radio and refilled her tea cup. A little later, she decided that she could eat some plain toast, and Ken sat beside her again and stroked her arm until she fell asleep.

* * *

When Susan woke up she felt fine. Well, her mouth was a bit gummy and her eyelids were glued shut, but fine otherwise. Ken was sitting in a chair nearby reading a book – something about Byzantine history from what she could make out.

"Hey," she said softly.

Ken looked up. "How are you feeling?"

"Pretty good. Maybe we can get some skiing in today after all."

He smiled. "Can I get you anything?"

She shook her head, something that would have been impossible a few hours earlier. "No, I'm going to take a shower."

Ken nodded. "Okay. I'll see you downstairs."

She shook her head again, really appreciating her ability to do so for the first time in her life. "Give me a few minutes." She smiled shyly. "Then … would you like to join me?"

* * * 

Susan brushed her teeth first, which helped a lot. Then she set the shower as hot as it would go and stingingly hard. She stepped under it and let the spray pound her into semi-consciousness. The tingling of her skin stirred up some uncomfortable thoughts. The hot tub. What had really happened there? Who had been touching her? Even at the time she had sensed that it wasn't Ken. And the truth was that she hadn't cared. She'd been watching Peter. Not that she could really see what he was doing; she'd had to infer it from the way his muscles had bunched and relaxed, from the way his breathing deepened. Having to use her imagination made it worse somehow. She'd needed someone to touch her, to make it all real. And Ken had been so out of it – drunk, tired from the trip? She wasn't sure. And what did that say about her? She liked watching Peter with Kate. Peter's sexual energy was so intense, and Kate was so free, so uninhibited. Susan wished she could be more like that. Seeing them together made her feel … she wasn't sure what it made her feel. Whatever it was, it was different than what she had with Ken.

Susan's skin reddened from the impact of the hot water. She really didn't want to think about it. But now that she'd started, she couldn't clear her head of the steam-shrouded image of Kate sitting on Peter's lap, her breasts heaving, her eyes wild.

A foggy shadow materialized on the other side of the glass. The shower door slid open and Ken stepped in, so at ease that Susan almost didn't notice that he was naked. She threw herself against him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. That rattled his savoir faire just a little, Susan noted with satisfaction. Her skin almost sizzled where it touched his. Her breasts flattened against his chest, her nipples stiff despite the heat of the spray. He held her, one hand straying down to that spot just below the small of her back that always made her heart race when he touched it. Then he let go of her and reached for the shower handle.

"Mind if I turn this down a bit?"

Susan tried to locate some soap. "No, go ahead."

The water began to fall less like razor blades and more like warm rain. She stood in front of him and rubbed the soap across the front of his body. She hadn't done anything like this before – she was improvising. But it was fun, and Ken was obviously enjoying it. After a minute, he closed his eyes and lost that faintly amused smile of his. And when she got her hands good and soapy and ran them over his cock, it hardened quickly under her fingers. Once his skin was shiny and slick all over, she spread the soap on herself. Ken watched, and Susan noticed a little twitch starting above his cheek. She hadn't meant to … to make a ceremony out of this. But the way he was watching her, his eyes lingering on her breasts and the outward curve of her hips … it made her want to …well, to reward him a little.

She ran the bar of soap between her breasts, rubbing the inner swells, circling around one, then the other, finally sliding it across a nipple. Her own legs began to feel unsteady.

"Don't stop," Ken said a little tensely.

Susan smiled to herself and slid the soap down to her stomach. She moved closer to the spray, and it pelted against her skin, turning the soap film to glossy bubbles that sheeted over her breasts and dripped from the tips of her nipples. Then she put her arms around Ken and pulled their bodies together. The frictionlessness of his skin against hers felt like … like skating, only warmer, of course, warm and yielding … but with the same sense of barely knowing what was going to happen next. She experimented a little, sliding from side to side, feeling her nipples bump along his ribs and her pubic hair scratching against his scrotum. His cock was very hard now, trapped between them, its tip drawing little circles on her slick stomach. She felt breathless all of a sudden, and she kissed Ken with more urgency than he was prepared for. He held her tightly, driving his cock head against her belly, and he reached down to run soapy fingers across her butt.

"Turn around," he said between kisses. "I'll do your back."

That sounded innocent enough, but she didn't want innocent right now. She reached between them and put her hand back on his cock. She'd just meant to touch it, to offer a little encouragement. But, with the blood hammering inside it, it felt so … it felt like she was holding something alive. Sliding the shaft between her fingers was so effortless. She looked down. The head seemed to pulse, as if it could sense her lust, the nearness of her loins. She ran her thumb over the tip and felt his body jerk. So smooth … the wet, fine-grained skin, a bead of sticky pre-cum leaking from the tiny hole at its center. She circled around the opening with one finger. 

Ken shuddered. "Turn around," he said again, an edge in his voice this time.

She did. She looked demurely over her shoulder at him while the water dripped down her hair and along the curve of her back. She felt like a nude statue from a fountain. She tilted her hip a little, bent one knee slightly to heighten the illusion. She'd never felt so sexy in her life. Ken moved closer, began to spread soap across her back. She closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the syrupy smoothness of his touch, and then she could feel the closeness of his body, so near that the steam coming off of his skin warmed her own and the head of his cock brushed her butt. A little jolt of electricity flowed from the place where his flesh rubbed against hers. Ken must have noticed the way she reacted. He began to move his hips almost imperceptibly, so that his cock skimmed over her skin, the touch so light that she barely knew it was happening. But there was that spot, the place he could always find, where her butt began to curve away from the small of her back. She shifted a little until the tip of his cock was touching her right there and its heat flowed through her. She had to put her hands against the wall on the far side of the stall to keep herself from falling. She thought vaguely that he might see that as an invitation, her legs a little apart, leaning forward, the muscles along the backs of her thighs taut, her pussy exposed and its lips swollen and wet from the spray and from her arousal. 

She looked down and closed her eyes. She felt Ken's cock against the top of one thigh, leaving a trail of warm fluid, and suddenly she didn't want to think anymore, she just wanted to feel him inside her, in the one place that really mattered. She pushed her hips back, tempting him, imploring him. And she felt tears running down her cheeks, almost indistinguishable from the spray of the shower, but salty and hot, and she realized that she didn't have to wait, to just hope that Ken would know what she wanted. She'd been modest, discreet. But she was naked now, alone with her lover. She didn't have to be shy or ashamed.

"What are you waiting for?" she asked.

She looked back over her shoulder again. Now Ken's eyes held the look she'd seen when she opened her robe that evening in his living room. The look that said that he was transparent, stripped of all his pretenses. That look was private, it was just for her. She felt a connection, a special closeness, a feeling that fused with the pressure of his flesh against hers, his cock sliding between her thighs, the head probing her outer lips and the sensitive folds. Her legs began to tremble again and she tilted her hips back until his shaft lay along her furrow, the tip bumping against her clit.

He put his hands on her slippery flanks, digging his fingers into the wet skin of her butt.

"Please, Ken …"

She couldn't control her body. It molded itself to him, trying to draw everything it could from the limited contact, rubbing brazenly against him. She just couldn't wait any longer; she reached between them and nudged the tip of his cock into the entrance to her pussy and pushed back.

Her body remembered his dimensions, and she swallowed him in one smooth motion. She let out a long sigh as he sank all the way in. She felt complete, joined to him as if some part of her had been missing until just now. Her legs steadied and they flowed together in an innate rhythm, as if they'd never been apart. He reached around her, stroking her stomach. The touch made her drive her hips back, holding him still for a moment. The familiar warm, liquid feeling washed over her, flowing outward from her pussy until it filled her up and everything turned soft and indistinct. Ken was holding her tightly and she could feel spasms rocking his body. Then he wasn't inside her anymore; his cock lay against her butt and he was coming, the hot liquid falling in ropes on her back and dripping between her cheeks, mixing with the spray from the shower. She turned, sliding in his arms, until they were face to face. She kissed him hard, rubbing her belly against his still rigid cock, drawing a groan from him and one more spurt of cum that lubricated the place where their bellies touched.

After a long time Ken let go of her and leaned back against the tile wall, his eyes closed, water splashing against his body. Hi s expression was unreadable.

"I'm afraid of you," he said.

* * *

"The cabin actually belongs to my aunt," Ken explained. "She tried to teach me to play the piano years ago. I think she lets me use the place now in gratitude for my abandoning my musical ambitions after the third or fourth lesson."

That was typical of Ken, Susan decided. His self-deprecation was his way of defining himself. All he ever talked about was what he hadn't accomplished, of talents he lacked or projects that had gone comically awry. She had to understand him from the spaces he left between his anecdotes, like those pictures they show you in psychology, where there are two faces looking towards each other, but if you blink you can see a vase instead. So he revealed himself, but you almost had to look away to really see him.

Susan watched the rest of their group while Ken spoke. Kate sparkled – there was no other word for it. She laughed musically when Ken told them about a cross-country ski trip rife with misadventure and featuring encounters with hungry bears, incompletely frozen lakes, and irate land-owners. Kate looked very beautiful when she laughed, her teeth gleaming and her blond hair flying. She was at her best in company, especially if there was alcohol (and there was plenty, not that Susan was having any, thank you). Fawn listened worshipfully. Luke would occasionally whisper something to her and she would respond briefly, then turn her attention back to Ken. Susan could tell that Luke was getting annoyed. Peter listened too, but he seemed brooding and pensive.

Their main courses arrived and Susan picked at her chicken breast. Luke took the opportunity to interrupt Ken's narrative. 

"Peter," he asked, "did you do any of those double black diamond runs?"

Peter smiled ruefully. Susan appreciated the break in his dark mood. His tension had been making it hard for her to enjoy herself.

"I'm working up to it," he said. "How about you?"

Susan had been feeling well enough by late afternoon to try a couple of the bunny slopes. Everyone else had been more ambitious. She visualized Peter slicing down the steep runs at the top of the mountain, his athletic body under razor-sharp control. She felt a little twinge.

"Tried a couple of them," Luke answered.

He sounded awfully self-satisfied to Susan, but that may just have been because she wanted to dislike him.

"That Twin Pines run, you just have to close your eyes and hang on. It would be too scary if you looked."

Now Susan imagined Luke wobbling down Twin Pines with his eyes closed and slamming into a tree. She sighed. She just wanted dinner to be over. She felt badly about that. She should enjoy being with her friends, the way Kate obviously did. But right now she just wished she were alone with Ken. 

No such luck. Dessert and coffee went on endlessly, and then Ken wanted a glass of port, naturally. She half-expected him to suggest cigars next. But, finally, the bill arrived and they piled into the SUV for the trip to the cabin. 

It was still fairly early in the evening when they got back. Dinner had only seemed to last forever, Susan decided. The hot tub was the unspoken next phase of the evening. Ken went to the kitchen to organize a bottle of wine and some glasses, and everyone else went headed upstairs to get ready. With the coast clear, Susan saw an opportunity to get into the tub before the rest of the crowd showed up. She still felt reticent, but she decided that modesty in front of this group was getting to be a little silly.

Susan had been soaking by herself for a few minutes when Peter joined her. She had her eyes closed and didn't see him get in. She felt a brief frustration that she'd once again missed the opportunity to see him naked.

"Where's Kate?" she asked.

He shrugged. "Helping Ken with something."

When Susan didn't respond, Peter said: "Ken seems like a good fellow."

"Yes." She kept her voice as neutral as possible.

"But I have to ask, when you go to a restaurant, does he order in French?"

Susan just glared at him. As much as she wanted to reply with some sort of cutting remark, she couldn't quite. The thing was, he did order in French. But it wasn't an affectation or anything, it was just what he did.

Peter looked smug. It didn't suit him.

She leaned forward and snapped: "At least I know that he won't lie to me."

Peter held up both hands. "Hey, sorry." And he really was. "No offence intended."

Susan stared hard at him for another moment while she fought to control all the feelings tangled up inside her head. She was half out of the water, she realized, her breasts very much on display. Her emotion drained out of her as suddenly as it had gathered. She felt foolish.

But Peter was looking into her eyes, not at her chest. That bothered her at a level she didn't even want to think about. She leaned closer to him. The deck lights reflecting off of the snow washed the color from his face, made him seem abstract, like one of those impossibly handsome men in an old photograph. She closed the distance between them, sending ripples splashing around the tub. She put her hand behind his head, pulled him closer, and kissed him quickly.

"You're right. I'm not handling this very well. I want us to be friends."

There was a lot more she wanted to say, but she was pretty sure it wouldn't come out right. She looked down and moved back to her side of the tub. But her bare breasts were still floating on the pale foam.

"You're beautiful," Peter said.

Susan felt herself blushing. She couldn't look at him.

"You know …" Peter's voice trailed off. "You know how these weekends usually go …"

She shook her head. "Not really."

"Well … if everybody's feeling … friendly and they're drunk enough, sometimes, you know, they'll end up switching partners."

"So I've heard," Susan said, suddenly cold again. It had felt so good for a minute, and now he was ruining it. She hated having the same conversation with Peter that she'd had with Luke.

"If that happened, well, then we wouldn't be lying to anyone."

Susan looked down, her face burning. "I couldn't do anything like that." But she sounded tentative, even to herself. 

"Let's just see how it goes, okay?"

"I'll think about it."




College Girls Ch. 03



Susan had meant that to sound discouraging, but Peter smiled warmly, and a minute later, Kate, Ken and the rest of the gang were shedding their robes and passing out glasses of merlot. Susan made absolutely sure that Ken sat down between her and Luke this time. 

* * *

This group can really put away the wine, Susan thought. She seemed to recall her mother warning her about this kind of behavior when she'd sent her off to college. But as much as Susan wanted to rebel against parental authority, she nursed a single glass for as long as she could.

Ken was explaining about the Amarone grape, how it's dried on straw mats before being crushed, giving it a particularly robust character. Luke talked about their football team, a delicate topic since they finished the season two-and-nine. Fawn, sitting next to Susan, just listened, as usual. But she was doing a fair job of keeping up the boys when it came to downing the wine. Susan wondered if that might help her overcome her shyness.

"How long have you known Luke?" Susan asked.

Fawn seemed surprised at the question, as if she couldn't imagine why anyone would want to know anything about her. "Just … let's see, two weeks?"

"Really? And you decided to go on a ski trip with him?"

"Yeah, well, I didn't have anything else planned for the winter break. I was pretty bummed about that. So it worked out, I guess. How long have you known Ken?"

Susan laughed. "Not much longer, actually."

Fawn looked over at Ken, her eyes almost glowing. "He seems so … so …"

Susan smiled. "Yes. I know exactly what you mean."

* * *

Susan pulled herself out of the tub, hardly thinking about it. She was definitely feeling more relaxed about being … casual with this group. Still, when everybody drifted into the living room still wearing their robes, Susan went upstairs to change. She thought about what to wear and finally decided on the usual – panties and an oversized t-shirt.

Walking downstairs a few minutes later, she could see everyone else lounging in the living room. A couch and a love seat faced each other across a coffee table. Luke and Fawn cuddled on the love seat, Kate and Peter at one end of the couch. Ken, the perfect host as always, was filling everyone's wine glasses and laughing at something Kate had just said. Susan hesitated for a second then sat down on the couch next to Kate who, she noticed, had changed into her pajamas. Susan looked around, wondering what was going to happen next. If anyone suggests spin the bottle or strip poker, she thought, I am soooo out of here …

But no one said anything. Ken put on some music – trip-hop with a bass thump that practically demanded to be danced to. Kate was on her feet right away, grabbing Peter by the hand and dragging him behind her. 

Kate was fun to watch. She danced with such innocent abandon. There was a pure joy in her gyrations, whatever they might lack in grace or technique. Susan always felt self-conscious when she danced – just another facet of her overall repression, she decided. She really needed to get over it. And she nodded resolutely to herself: I'm going to have a good time tonight. She stood up just as her intuition sent up a red flag. She looked over toward Luke and, sure enough, he was eyeing her critically. She certainly didn't want to dance with him, so she took the initiative and walked over to Ken. He was still fiddling with the equalizer, so she put her arms around him from behind. She nuzzled his ear with her lips.

"Dance with me," she whispered.

Ken turned, a hint of a smile at the corners of his lips. "It would be my pleasure."

He took her hand gravely and led her to the center of the room. Unlike Kate and Peter, who were moving energetically but rarely touching, Ken put his hand on her waist and held her close. He knew all the social graces, Susan thought. He made everything seem so simple, so effortless. I'm lucky to have him.

"Let's go upstairs," she cooed in his ear after a decent interval.

"I'd love to, but I can't leave my guests."

"They're big boys and girls. They can take care of themselves."

He sighed, obviously struggling. "Let's just give it a few more minutes." He grinned at her. "We could, ah, sit on the couch."

She grinned back. "Okay."

She almost tore his arm out of its socket dragging him back to the couch. He landed awkwardly on top of her, and she poked him playfully in the ribs.

"Kinda klutzy, huh? That's what happens when you hang around me too much. All that style of yours, poof, out the window."

He shifted around, still mostly on top of her, until he could look into her eyes. Her t-shirt had ridden up her legs, and Ken put his hand on her thigh. He slid his fingers upward until they were on her hip. Susan looked around quickly. Was anybody else watching? No. Peter and Kate were still dancing – well, it was more like Kate was hanging onto him, laughing drunkenly. And Luke and Fawn, tangled up on the love seat across from them, were already a couple steps ahead of everyone else in the public-display-of-affection department.

What the hell, Susan thought. Why wait? She wriggled her hips a little to encourage his explorations and turned her face towards his until she found his lips. There was something almost unbearably soft in Ken's kisses, as if she might sink so deeply into his embrace that she could never escape. She'd been reluctant before, afraid of losing control, but she welcomed it tonight. She tickled his tongue with hers, nibbled at his lower lip. Her hand went under his robe and found his chest, toyed with his nipples. His hand kept busy too, stroking along her inner thigh, brushing her mound and her pussy lips through the fabric of her panties.

Susan's t-shirt was up around her waist, completely exposing her legs. But Ken's body blocked everyone's view, more or less. And it wasn't as if they were paying attention anyway. She really wanted to feel his cock. It was stupid and adolescent, but she'd been thinking about it all evening. She reached down, but the critical area was pressing against her thigh and she couldn't quite get to it. Finally, Ken figured out what she was up to and lifted himself a little to make it easier. She had to loosen his robe, and her efforts grew more and more frantic. It was another frustrating few seconds before she finally had his very hard shaft in her hand. She ran her thumb along the ridge at the base of the head. She loved that part, so fragile and silky, and she just had to barely touch it to hear him gasp and jerk his hips upwards. Anyone watching them could guess what she was doing from his reactions. That excited her, she realized with some surprise. She felt the tell-tale drip of moisture along her inner thigh and the flush spreading at the base of her neck. She just held him for a moment, feeling the blood-pulse beneath his flesh, deep and steady. She saw muscles pull tight on his face and a bead of sweat form in the little space between his eyebrows.

"You're driving me crazy," he whispered. "Are you sure you want to do this here?"

She gave him a small nod, trying to make it confident. It wasn't exactly how she felt. She leaned towards him until she could find his lips again, and Ken laid his hand on the front of her panties, his thumb pushing the fabric into the crevice between her lips. She was already wet down there, and the cotton rubbed against her folds with a smooth, sticky lubricity. His fingers sawed up and down, pushing in harder, deepening her arousal with every stroke. Thick pre-cum was leaking from his cock and she scooped it up with a finger and swirled it around the tip. Ken put his other hand under her shirt, slipping it over her stomach until he could cup one breast. She leaned into him, to heighten the contact, flattening her stiff nipple against his palm.

An excited voice slashed through her reverie. "… over here." Then it was closer. "Come on," followed by a heavy thump right next to her. Susan turned away from Ken to find Kate sprawled beside her, pulling on Peter's arm. After a moment of teetering indecision he landed on the couch at the far end. The couch was big, but not that big. Kate's shoulder rested against Susan's and, as Peter rearranged himself, Kate's upper body threatened to end up on Susan's lap. Just then, Ken took Susan's nipple and rolled it lightly between his fingers. She felt paralyzed. She looked down and saw Kate, lying on her back now, looking up at her with a blissful smile and a conspiratorial wink. Peter's hands were everywhere (although still outside her P.J.'s thank god) – stroking her breasts and her thighs, tickling her exposed stomach. Susan glanced at Peter for a moment and found him staring back at her. His look was a challenge, hard and unforgiving. Susan felt a little frightened, but she couldn't seem to avert her eyes.

Fortunately, Kate solved the problem by pulling Peter down until he was lying on top of her, almost horizontal. Kate reached inside his robe. Susan could see one hand running over his butt and the other tracing the muscles of his back. Unconsciously, Susan gave Ken's cock a small squeeze. Ken groaned softly, and his finger began to work its way beneath the hem of Susan's panties, finally pulling them impatiently to one side. Susan turned her hips towards him a little and spread her legs wider. She wanted his fingers inside her now, she wanted his thumb pushing her hood aside to reveal the hard nub of her clit, she wanted to cum with her hips thrusting up against his hand until it glistened from his wrist to his fingertips with her excitement. 

She looked quickly over her shoulder at Peter. He and Kate were kissing hungrily. But if he were to look up … with Susan's t-shirt up around her hips, her pussy would be completely visible. The thought made her breathe harder. Peter would be able to watch Ken's fingers stroke her lips, forcing them apart to reveal her moist pink recesses. Peter was close, only a foot or two away, close enough to smell her excitement. Was that what she wanted? For Peter to watch while Ken touched her? The thought made her dizzy, disoriented. She felt like she didn't know who she was anymore, didn't recognize the girl who inhabited her body.

Ken's fingers sank deeper into her and all her doubts dissolved. Her eyelids fluttered and she settled bonelessly into the couch. Kate's hair lay strewn carelessly across Susan's bare thigh, and she reached down to stroke it idly. Something made her look towards Luke and Fawn, still sitting in the love seat a few feet away. Susan made a small startled sound when she realized what they were doing. She had thought that she was immune, that nothing could surprise her anymore. But Luke's robe was open, completely open, his legs, hairy and thick with muscle, were bare, and his cock stood up like a cudgel, blood red and menacing. She glanced at his face, and for once it wasn't grinning back at her. He was looking at Fawn. He had one arm around her shoulder, and he was coaxing her lower. She hesitated, glancing around the room as Luke's hand moved her head irresistibly towards his crotch. Susan tried to catch Fawn's eye, to tell her that she didn't have to. But it was too late. Fawn was looking down at Luke's cock, and her tongue flicked across her lips. Her mouth opened, opened wide, and she began to swallow the blunt head. Susan stiffened as more and more of his cock disappeared into her mouth. She forced herself to away from Fawn and Luke only to see Kate pushing off Peter's robe until he was completely naked, his muscular back and lean butt exposed.

Not again, she thought. I don't have to. I don't have to watch them.

She turned back towards Ken. His hand continued its gentle explorations. But he was looking at Kate and Peter, drinking in the sight of their bodies grinding together. I don't have to watch them, she thought again. Susan closed her eyes and nuzzled Ken's ear. With his body leaning on hers and Kate's head lying across her thigh, she really couldn't get up. And Ken's hand, the feel of it stroking her over-heated flesh, she didn't want that to stop. Kate's hair was warm and soft. Susan played with it a little, letting the strands slide through her fingers.

A grunt from Luke snapped her eyes back open. Fawn was licking along the length of Luke's shaft, its tip quivering with each stroke of her tongue. He was sprawled back in the love seat now, his arms along the back of the cushions. The scene in the living room had settled into a sort of a tableau, repeated in an endless wet rhythm.

Peter disturbed the equilibrium by undoing several buttons of Kate's pajama top, exposing the inner swells of her breasts. The bottoms had shifted as well, riding down over her hips and exposing the top of her pubic mound. Peter's eyes raked her from head to toe – and then he glanced at Susan, too quickly for her to guess his purpose. Was it a rebuke? Or was he asking her permission? She met his eyes uncertainly, just as he seemed to be making up his mind. He grabbed the waistband of her bottoms. Kate lifted her hips and off they came. She was naked underneath, her legs long and pale beneath the generous swell of her hips; and her pussy, the smooth lips obviously swollen and damp with excitement, even with her legs together. Susan had never seen another woman like this. It seemed too personal, too private. She felt herself flush, and once again she tried to turn away. But she got it now, why guys wanted this.

Peter kneeled between Kate's thighs, hunched up at the far end of the couch. Kate shifted back a little to give him more room, so that her head now lay fully on Susan thigh. And, with that, Susan knew she was committed. She was a part of the scene, part of a silent agreement to share their intimacies. She wasn't hiding in the shadows this time or pretending to be asleep. But she didn't feel ashamed or uncertain. She was deeply aroused, barely in control of her own thoughts, the pressure at her center leaving her faint and breathless. She lifted her hips as best she could to nudge Ken's fingers deeper into her pussy.

Peter's head disappeared between Kate's legs, and he began to kiss the smooth skin of her inner thighs. Kate closed her eyes serenely and parted her lips. Peter took his time, as he always did, tracing a path up one thigh and across her stomach with his tongue, tickling her belly button. Kate drew in her breath as he nuzzled her pussy lips for the first time. And Susan felt the sudden need to touch Ken again. As she started to reach for him, he undid his robe, which left him bare from the waist down, like Luke. Actually, everyone except for Fawn was in pretty much the same state, Susan realized. She brushed the fine, fair hair on the tops of Ken's thighs and played with his pubic hair, so much curlier than everywhere else. She dragged a fingertip along the vein that ran up the underside of his shaft. He was harder than she'd ever seen him. But even so, her eyes kept straying back to Peter. His hands were pushing Kate's thighs further apart, his thumbs spreading her outer lips.

Ken slid a little forward to give Susan better access to his cock. She admired his openness. Sex was something that interested and excited him, like history or thermodynamics, like French wine or renaissance music. He watched as Peter's tongue swirled around Kate's clit as raptly he might watch an opera or a World Series game.

A moment later, Kate's body began to react violently to Peter's attentions. She gripped the couch cushions and her hips bucked. Her mouth was wide open now and she made small reedy cries. Her back arched, stretching her pajama top across her breasts, nipples hard and pushing at the thin cotton that barely covered them. Ken was whispering in Susan's ear, but she couldn't focus long enough to make out what he was saying.

"Susan."

She forced herself to blink, to hear what he was saying.

"Susan, unbutton her top."

His voice was the seductive, polished one she remembered from their first night together. It was a voice that frightened her, even as it caressed her more surely than his hands or his lips.

"Go ahead," he murmured. "She won't mind."

She looked at Kate. Only three buttons held her top together at this point. Susan could reach all of them easily. Her hand moved up without any conscious effort, without her ever really deciding to move it. But she hesitated at the last moment.  

"Go on," Ken whispered.

Susan bit her lower lip. She put her hand on the edge of the fabric where it separated below Kate's neck. Kate inhaled and the top was taut again. The smallest motion of Susan's fingers and the top button popped free. More of Kate's cleavage emerged, all of the voluptuous inner curves and the dark edges of her aureoles. Susan reached for the next button and released it. The top was open almost to Kate's waist. The last button looked ridiculous, uncomfortable. Susan had to lean over a little to get at it. She held it between her fingers for a moment, just held it. Then she pushed the button through its hole and the two halves of Kate's top came apart. Her breasts seemed to quiver, sensing their freedom. They looked so soft, so inviting. There were little bumps around the edges of her aureoles, right before they rose to form stiff round nipples, heightening the contrast with the creamy skin around them.

"Touch her," Ken urged.

His words hung in the air. Susan's hand was still close enough to Kate's chest to sense the heat steaming off of her skin. She turned towards Ken and gave him a slow grin.

"Are you trying to corrupt me?"

That earned her a raised eyebrow and a sly Mr. Smooth smile. "Absolutely. Is it working?"

Susan turned back towards Kate without answering. She shifted around a little until the angle was right, until she could lean over and touch one breast with her tongue. She kissed the dark nipple then squeezed it gently between her lips. Kate sighed, lost somewhere, her eyes still closed. Her skin felt so alive, responding so openly to Susan's touch. She envied Kate that: no guilt or uncertainties, no repressed feelings. Just pleasure. But something intruded at the periphery of her vision. She turned her head a little. Peter was watching her, his expression unreadable. His tongue was still buried in Kate's pussy, but his eyes looked up over the soft mound into Susan's. Was he disappointed in her, or was he only surprised? Did it excite him? Shock him? The held each other's eyes for only a second, and Susan sat up. It felt nice, touching Kate like that. But it was just too complicated.

The loss of contact roused Kate from her trance. She opened her eyes and looked mistily at Peter.

"Come on," she said. And there was no refusing her.

Peter's eyes turned helpless and bewildered. Susan sighed, recognizing that look. He would do whatever Kate wanted. And both he and Susan knew what that was. Peter crawled forward until he could prop himself up on his elbows. His face was only a foot or so away from Susan's, but he was only seeing Kate now. His powerful shoulders tensed, and Susan recognized that as what his body did in the moment before penetrating Kate. She turned away, appalled at herself for knowing something like that, something Peter probably didn't even realize himself; but the first thing she saw didn't help at all. It was Luke's face, oddly slack, his hand lying idly on Fawn's head. She was wiping liquid off her cheek and lips. Oh, god, Susan thought, realizing what it was. At least that didn't excite her – very much the contrary. She was disgusted and embarrassed for Fawn, although the object of her sympathy seemed indifferent, as if she'd just been a bit clumsy at breakfast. No, it was only Peter she enjoyed watching, couldn't stop watching. Only him. 




College Girls Ch. 04



I'm in the second semester of my freshman year at a college in the mid-west. Exhibitionism was difficult when the semester began. Winter brought lower temperatures, which meant more clothes and less skin. When spring finally arrived, it was time for my sorority sisters and I to begin displaying our goods.

It all started one warm afternoon. Amy, Kelli and I were walking home from class wearing white crop-top T-shirts without bras and low-cut jeans. Our puffy pink nipples were visible under our little T-shirts and our jeans were riding so low on our hips that the cracks of our asses were almost showing.

While we were walking, Kelli noticed that a couple of guys were following us. Kelli wanted to tease the guys a little, so she put her hands in her pockets to push her jeans further down. Unfortunately for the guys, her jeans were so tight that they wouldn't go down any further. Not willing to give up, Kelli slyly popped open the button on her jeans and unzipped them a little bit. Now with each step, her jeans slowly inched their way down. Soon her jeans plunged so far down that some of her butt crack was showing and the top of her tiny white thong was hanging out. If Kelli had taken her hands out of her pockets, her jeans probably would have fallen right off! Soon there were several guys following us home.

As we continued walking, Amy accidentally dropped her book. Amy kept her knees straight as she bent down to pick it up. This caused the bottom of her little crop-top to fall away from her breasts. From their angle, the guys behind us were able to peek up her shirt. She took her time picking up her book so the guys could get a nice long look at her cute perky nipples. Her breasts had finally come out of hibernation.

The fun really began when we returned to the sorority house. The lawn care workers were running a sprinkler on the front lawn. It was a warm day and there was water spraying up like a fountain. We were three young bra-less girls in white crop-top T-shirts, so you can just imagine what happened next.

Amy, Kelli and I began running and jumping over the sprinkler. The cool water would spray up on our T-shirts as our bra-less breasts bounced freely under the thin white material. The cool water also caused our puffy pink nipples to stiffen and poke out against the wet fabric. With each pass, our T-shirts got a little wetter and our nipples became more and more visible. Soon our T-shirts were clinging to us like a second skin and our nipples were poking right out against the drenched fabric.

When a group of guys began to gather in front of the sorority house, Kelli had to find a way to become the center of attention, as usual. Kelli leaned over the spray as if she was trying to get a drink of water. When she did, the force of the spray pushed her T-shirt up over her big titties. Kelli giggled and slowly pulled her T-shirt down over her breasts, while displaying that phony look of embarrassment on her face. The guys cheered as Kelli tried a couple more times to get a drink of water, always with the same result.

Finally Kelli turned to the guys and said, "I want to get a drink, but the water keeps pushing my T-shirt up over my tits. Would you guys mind not looking this time so that I can finally get a drink?"

The guys yelled out that they wouldn't look and Kelli once again leaned over the water. The spray went right up under her shirt and the fabric climbed up over her nice round breasts. Kelli's titties were out in the open again. Kelli's big beautiful breasts swayed back and forth as she positioned herself to get a drink. She took her time drinking as the guys ogled at her bare boobies. Kelli still hadn't buttoned her pants, so when she bent over, half of her butt was hanging out, too.

She finally finished drinking, then turned to the guys without pulling her shirt down and said, "You guys should be ashamed of yourselves. You promised me that you wouldn't look, yet here you are staring at my naked breasts!"

Kelli finally pulled her shirt down as a few more guys stopped to watch the show. Now it was Amy's turn to outdo Kelli.

Amy jumped through the water, then turned to the guys and said, "I'm think I'm going inside. Its just too hot to run around in these tight jeans!"

The guys started begging her to take them off, but she replied, "If I take these jeans off, all I'll have on is my white cotton panties! Do you know what happens to white cotton panties when they get wet?"

The guys yelled, "No, tell us!"

Amy continue, "When white cotton panties get wet, you can see through them, like the way you can see my nipples through this wet T-shirt."

One guy yelled, "Just unbutton them like the other girl and see if that makes you feel better."

Amy acted like she was thinking about it, then said, "I guess I could unbutton them and see if it helps."

Amy unbuttoned her jeans, then slowly pulled the zipper all the way down. She jumped through the water and her jeans slid down a little below her hips. The guys loved it as her white cotton panties began to show. She continued to jump through the sprinkler and with each pass, her pants slid further down her legs. Soon Amy's low-cut jeans fell down to the middle of her thighs and her white cotton panties were completely exposed.

She looked down at her jeans and said, "Oh no, my panties are showing! They're getting all wet. I'm so embarrassed. I knew you'd be able to see through 'em. You can see my dark pussy hair right through this white material and I'll bet you'd be able to see my butt if I turned around. I'd better pull up these jeans right away. They're about to fall off!"

The guys started yelling, "Take 'em off"

After telling the guys "no" several times, Amy finally looked at them and said, "Oh well, you can practically see everything anyway," then she pushed her jeans down to the ground and stepped out of them.

Next Amy straddled the sprinkler and let the water spray up between her legs. As the water continued to soak Amy's underwear, her little white panties became transparent. You could clearly see her dark bush through the thin cotton material. It looked as though she wasn't wearing any panties at all!

As the water sprayed up between her legs, Amy closed her eyes and licked her lips, then said, "Mmm, this feels good."

With Kelli's jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, most of her tiny thong panties were hanging out now. She started walking towards the sprinkler as her pants slowly descended down her legs. When the guys cheered her on, she let her jeans plummet to the ground, and then Kelli joined Amy in the sprinkler.

I decided to join in and removed my jeans, too. I was wearing a pair of little pink cotton panties that didn't cover very much. Half of my butt cheeks were hanging out of the bottom of the panties and half of my butt crack was exposed above the waistband. Kelli's thong panties were even skimpier than my undies were. From the back, there was just a little string that disappeared between Kelli's butt cheeks and the tiny triangle in front left nothing to the imagination. When Kelli's thong panties got wet, you could almost see all of her bald beaver!

Jennifer, another freshman in the sorority house, finally arrived home from class. Kelli asked Jennifer to join in, but she said that she didn't want to get her sundress wet. Amy told her to take it off, but Jennifer still declined. Finally, Kelli grabbed Jenny's arms while Amy unzipped her dress. The top of the dress fell down to Jennifer's waist, exposing her lacy bra.

When Amy tried to pull her dress down the rest of the way, Jennifer shrieked, "Please don't pull my dress off. I'm not wearing any panties!"

The guys started going crazy when they heard that. While Kelli was trying to hold on to Jennifer, she accidentally pushed Jenny's bra up over her breasts. Jenny's big tits were pointing right out at the guys as she continued to hold onto her dress. Kelli was about to work Jenny's bra all the way off and Jennifer was helpless to stop her because if she tried to grab her bra, she would have to let go of her dress. Jennifer knew that without panties, she would really give the guys something to see.

Finally Kelli removed the bra and Jennifer was topless in front of all those guys. Poor Jenny looked mortified as she tried to break free of Kelli's grip, but Kelli didn't stop there. Kelli started tickling Jennifer all over her exposed skin. Jennifer's boobs bounced around as she continued to wrestle with Kelli and Amy. In her struggle, Jennifer accidentally tore Kelli's thong panties right off her legs. Kelli was now naked from the waist down.

Now Kelli was determined to pull Jennifer's dress off. Kelli began to tickle Jennifer all over her body, then started tweaking Jennifer's nipples. Finally, Jennifer couldn't take it anymore and let go of the dress. It fell to the ground leaving poor Jennifer standing there completely naked. Her nice round breasts and neatly trimmed brunette bush were out in the open for all the guys to see. Jennifer tried to turn away from the guys, but this only gave then a view of her firm young ass.

Kelli thought it was funny until Jennifer grabbed her shirt and ripped it off, too. Jennifer then jumped on Amy and struggled to pull Amy's T-shirt off. While Jennifer's naked body was on top of Amy, Kelli bent over to try and pull Jennifer off. The crowd had an unobstructed view of Kelli's bare ass as she bent over to grab Jennifer. While Kelli pulled Jennifer off of Amy, Jenny managed to work Amy's T-shirt over her head. As Amy tried to free herself, Jennifer grabbed Amy's panties and pulled them down, too. Now everyone was naked, except for me.

I tried to run into the crowd, but they caught me right over the sprinkler. Kelli held me, while Amy and Jennifer removed my shirt. With my firm breasts paraded in front of the guys, Amy and Jennifer moved down to my panties. Soon my auburn bush was in plain view for everyone to see. The guys were only a few feet away and there I stood, completely naked!

There were now four naked young girls prancing around in front of everyone. Each of us had gotten a little dirty from rolling around on the ground, so we took turns standing over the sprinkler to shower off. As I straddled the sprinkler, the water sprayed up on my nude body. I ran my hands up and down the front of me, paying extra attention to my breasts. Next, I ran my fingers through the little auburn triangle of hair between my legs. I didn't realize that there was some mud on my butt, so Kelli helped by running her hands over my bare buns. It was probably unnecessary for her to run her finger up my crack, but the guys seemed to love it.

Soon the guys were getting out of control. The girls and I began to sense that we might get attacked so we began picking up our clothes. The guys came forward like they were going to try and stop us when suddenly Kelli spotted the campus police cruising down the street. We didn't want to get into any trouble, so we ran to the sorority house. Some of the guys tried to chase us, but we managed to get inside safely. The crowd wouldn't even disburse until the campus police forced them to leave. We've all come out of hibernation now. I'll bet those guys are really happy that spring has arrived! 



College Girls Ch. 05



I had a boyfriend for a short time, but he dumped me for some eighteen-year-old that had just graduated from high school. Kelli didn't want me to spend my summer vacation moping around, so she invited me to play tennis. Neither one of us was a very good tennis player, but she explained that prancing around in a little tennis skirt would make me feel better.

We didn't have real tennis skirts, so we wore our little white pleated skirts that looked like cheerleader uniforms. On top we wore our thin white crop-top T-shirts with no bras and white socks with our tennis shoes. We didn't have any of those tennis trunks to wear under our skirts, so we wore skimpy white see-through panties. The dark shadow of my pussy hair was plainly visible under the tiny panties and my butt crack was just as easy to see from behind. Kelli's panties were just as revealing as mine and we were beginning to get excited thinking about what we will look like out in public in our bare-all outfits. After grabbing our water bottles and tennis racquets, we headed for the park.

Kelli and I entered the center court. There were guys playing on the courts to the right and to the left of us. There were also some old men sitting nearby on a park bench. As we warmed up, everyone was watching our boobs bounce around under our T-shirts. The material was so thin that our nipples were poking out at our audience. As Kelli and I bent down to pick up the tennis balls, we would make sure that our legs were straight forcing our little white skirts to ride up in back exposing our skimpy panties.

Soon our T-shirts became damp as we began to perspire in the hot sun. This made our puffy pink nipples even more visible under the thin material as a few more men stopped to watch the game. The guys to our right asked us if we wanted to play doubles and Kelli said that we would play them for a hundred dollars. They agreed and she told them that first we had to use the restroom.

While we were in the restroom, I asked her if she was crazy. I reminded her that we weren't good enough to beat them, but she said that if we removed our panties, the distraction would give us the winning edge. I was hesitant, but she explained that our skirts would be flying up all over the place. The guys would be too busy watching our bare asses and exposed pussies peeking out from under our skirts to hit the ball. Reluctantly, I agreed and we slid our panties then tossed them into the trashcan. There was no turning back now as we returned to the court naked under our short skirts.

Kelli served first. As she reached up high to swing at the ball, her skirt flipped up in front and she flashed her bald beaver. The ball flew right past the guy. Kelli slowly bent down to pick up a ball before her next serve and her smooth firm ass was hanging out for everyone to see. The guy's looked uncomfortable because they were developing bulges in their tight tennis shorts. Kelli served the next ball and once again she flashed her shaved pussy to the guys. We scored another point.

I really wanted to break the guy's concentration so I called Kelli over and said, "It looks like you forgot your panties."

Kelli raised up the front of her skirt right in front of the guys and said, "Oh my gosh, you're right. I must have left them in the restroom. Let's check to see if you remembered your panties."

Kelly then lifted up my skirt showing my raven-haired bush to the guys and said, "Look Mindy, I can see your hairy little bush. You must have forgotten your panties, too!"

I pulled my skirt down acting embarrassed and said, "We can't go on with this game. We're practically naked."

The guys almost got down on their knees and begged us to continue, so I said shyly, "Alright, we'll honor our bet, but I better not catch you guys looking under our skirts."

The guys agreed, even though they were full of it, and the game continued. The guys were older than us and they were wearing wedding rings, so we felt relatively safe. As Kelli served the next ball, I turned my back to the guys and bent down like I was stretching. They couldn't return the serve and look at my firm little butt at the same time, so we scored another point. Eventually, we won a few games and the guys, as well as the old men on the park bench, seemed to be enjoying the show. A few more men stopped outside the court to watch. We were drawing quite a crowd.

In the next game, our ball accidentally went into the other court. I trotted over in front of the boys on that court and slowly bent down to pick up the ball. As I did, my skirt rode up giving the boys an unobstructed view of my bare butt. After I picked up the ball, I apologized for interrupting their game. They looked to be about eighteen-years-old and just stood there speechless. I decided to tease them a little and lifted up the front of my skirt revealing my pussy hair for the boys.

With their undivided attention I said, "I'm sorry for the distraction, but my friend and I forgot our panties. I hope you don't mind."

They stammered out a "no" and I went back to the game in our court. We continued to play and the score started getting a little closer. Kelli decided that we needed to take a water break. She instructed me to follow her lead and I watched as the water spilled out of her bottle and down the front of her shirt. The guys could soon see right through her flimsy shirt. I began to drink from my bottle and as I did, I let the water drench the front of my shirt, too. Soon our thin white crop-top T-shirts were virtually transparent. Our breasts were on display for everyone to see as the cold water had our nipples poking right through the wet T-shirts.

With our practically bare breasts bouncing around, we won some more games and our audience seemed to be growing. There were quite a few guys standing outside the court watching the match. We thought that victory was within reach, but somehow the guys began to make a comeback. Kelli decided to do something really drastic. Using her sharp fingernail, she cut through the single button that secured her skirt. When she returned the next serve, the button popped off and her skirt fell to the court. Kelli stood there for a moment wearing only her drenched T-shirt. Her pussy and ass were exposed for everyone in attendance. She then she picked up her skirt and half-heartedly held it in front of her. Kelli walked over to where the guys and I were standing parading that naked butt in front of everybody.

Kelli said, "Look what happened. My button popped off and my skirt won't stay on."

She turned to the guys and said, "Everyone can see my naked butt."

Kelli then tossed the skirt aside, pointed between her legs and continued, "Since I'm shaved bald, its too easy for everyone her to get a good look at my pussy. I guess we'll have to call the match off."

The guys accused us of quitting, so I said, "Kelli, we have to finish. There's only a few points left."

Kelli replied, "That’s easy for you to say. You're not standing here half-naked in front of all these guys. In fact, this T-shirt is so wet, I might as well wear nothing at all!"

Kelli pull her T-shirt over her head and said, "There, now I'm bare-ass naked. How can I finish the match looking like this?"

I told her that if it had happened to me, I'd finish the game. With that, she reached over and yanked on my skirt. The button went flying and my skirt landed on the court.

Kelli said, "Now how does it feel to have your pussy showing?"

Next she pulled my T-shirt off and said, "Come on naked girl! Let see you finish the match now!"

I was standing on the tennis court in the middle of a public park completely naked in front of several boys and men. As I turned 10 shades of red, Kelli handed me my racquet and said that we should get this match over-with. We finished the last game with Kelli's big boobs bouncing around in front of everyone. My firm breasts also received a lot of looks, but my firm muscular butt is what I am most proud of. I bent over every chance I got and the guys loved it. I don't know if the guys preferred Kelli's hairless beaver or my neatly trimmed raven-haired bush, but they definitely liked the show.

Kelli and I eventually won, but somehow our clothes disappeared during the last game. We collected our money and stuck around talking to the guys by the park bench after the match. We didn't even act concerned that our clothes were gone. Kelli and I just stood there with our perky breasts, pink puffy nipples, nice smooth butts and pretty pussies completely on display for everyone to see.

One of the old men patted me on the back and said, "Nice game."

The other old man patted Kelli on her bare butt and said, "You played a nice game, too."

Kelli took his, placed it on her breast and said, "Thank you for your kind words, sir."

The guys started getting a little wound up and trying to touch us, so we headed for Kelli's car before we got into any trouble. Luckily it was a short ride home, since we didn't have any clothes to wear. It's always a rush when I'm naked in front of a group of strange guys. I felt much better and I had fifty bucks in my pocket. Well, I did when I finally put some pants on!



College Girls Ch. 06



I should've been studying for my sociology exam. Instead, I was out partying with my sorority sisters at a local bar. It was quite a party. First, they had a pogo stick contest. The girl that bounced the longest won a T-shirt. Kelli was wearing a very short skirt. Each time she bounced, her skirt flew up exposing her little thong panties. Kelli's smooth muscular butt cheeks swallowed up the tiny piece of material. From the back, it looked like she wasn't wearing any panties at all!

Some other girl won the contest. She was wearing a pair of very low-cut jeans. As she bounced, her jeans worked their way down exposing half of her butt crack. She was also wearing a T-shirt that was cut-off right at the bottom of her breasts. When she went up and down, her shirt would rise up exposing her bare titties. The tall blonde must have gotten off on the attention because she continued bouncing even after the contest was over.

Next, they had a limbo contest. I couldn't believe Kelli entered the contest wearing such a short skirt. The guys really cheered each time they set the bar a little lower. Kelli was up on stage and the limbo position forced her to spread her legs for the crowd. Her short skirt inched its way further and further up her legs with each pass under the bar. The guys were dying to get another look at Kelli's skimpy thong panties.

Just as Kelli's panties were about to come into view, her large breasts bumped against the bar and she was eliminated from the contest. The bar was replaced a notch lower and the crowd went crazy begging for Kelli to get another turn. As Kelli leaned back and tried to limbo under the bar again, her short skirt rode up, but her panties weren't showing. That's because she'd secretly taken them off before the limbo contest started! All of the guys were staring at Kelli's smooth bald beaver.

As Kelli stood up, some guy yelled out, "Hey blondie, you forgot your panties!"

Kelli slowly lifted the hem of her skirt to her waist, looked down and said, "Oh my, I did forget my panties!"

She acted embarrassed and quickly walked off the stage. In a typical Kelli move, she forgot to let go of her skirt. The guys got a good look at Kelli's bare buns as she left the stage. Ironically, Kelli won a pair of panties with the bar's logo on them.

I entered the last contest. They put up a sheet in front of the stage with a light behind it. The object was to be the first girl to remove all of her clothes, put on one of the bar's T-shirts and come out from behind the sheet. With the light behind us, the guys in the bar could see our silhouettes as we removed our clothes. The tall blonde entered the contest along with two brunettes of medium height. They all had bigger breasts than mine, but I wasn't intimidated.

The contest began and I quickly pulled my shirt over my head, then unhooked my bra dropping both on the floor. The tall blonde was ahead of me because she wasn't wearing a bra. I could hear the guys cheering as the shadows of our naked breasts were displayed on the sheet. As I pushed my pants down, I looked over and saw that the tall blonde wasn't wearing any panties, either. Her firm butt and the little triangle of blonde hair between her legs were exposed, while the brunette and I still had our panties on. The brunette next to me was sliding her panties to the floor, so I hurried and pushed mine down, too. The tall blonde had trouble picking up her T-shirt, so we were tied. All three of us were completely naked!

In the excitement, I failed to notice that the brunette at the far side of the stage was already putting on her T-shirt. She'd started with just a sundress and a pair of panties, so she was able to undress much faster than we were. The three of us knew we'd lost, so we dropped our T-shirts to the floor.

The brunette was supposed to walk out from behind the sheet, but instead, she reached up and pulled the sheet down. The three of us stood there in front of a bar full of people without a stitch of clothes on, while the other brunette laughed at our misfortune. The guys were getting a good look at my bare buns as I bent over to pick up my panties. The brunette next to me was feverishly trying to put on her panties, but she couldn't seem to get her foot through the leg hole. The guys were staring at her firm breasts, pretty pink nipples and neatly trimmed brunette bush as she fumbled with her panties.

The tall blonde slipped her T-shirt and panties on in no time, then left the stage. I also put my jeans and shirt on quickly, leaving my bra lying on the stage. The brunette however, was getting all flustered. As the guys gazed at her naked body, I saw her eyes begin to tear up. She was paralyzed with fear, so I knelt down between her legs and held her panties open.

I let her put each foot through the leg holes, then gently slid the panties up her legs. Her little patch of pussy hair was only inches from my face. The guys yelled for me to lick it, but I ignored them and finished pulling up her panties. I did the same with her denim shorts. The shorts were very tight, but I was able to button them and pull the zipper up for her. After I picked up her T-shirt from the stage, she reached her arms high in the air giving everyone a view of her firm breasts and luscious pink nipples. I tugged the T-shirt over her head and the brunette was able to breathe a sigh of relief because she finally had clothes on. We gave each other a hug and left the stage as the guys applauded.

When I got back to the sorority house, I pulled off all of my clothes and laid my naked body down on the bed. I picked up my sociology book with the intention of studying, but I kept thinking about all those guys looking at my bare breasts and auburn bush. I tweaked my nipples, then began rubbing myself until I reached a powerful orgasm. When I was through, I fell into a deep sleep. It didn't matter that I was unprepared for the exam. I overslept and missed it anyway.



College Girls Ch. 07



I overslept and missed my sociology exam because I'd spent the previous night partying to the extreme.  Professor Cloud is usually very unforgiving in these situations, but I thought I'd contact her to see if she would let me make up the exam.  She told me that two other girls also missed the exam and I could make it up with them later that afternoon.

I arrived at the classroom and the other two girls were already there.  I didn't know the girls because their class met at a different time than mine.  One of the girls was named Stephanie.  She was a cute brunette, about five-foot-four with a petite body and perky little breasts.  Stephanie was wearing a pair of denim overalls that were cut-off into short shorts.  She was also wearing a sleeveless T-shirt with no bra underneath.  From the side, I could see Stephanie's cute little nipples poking out against the thin material of the shirt.  When she leaned forward, I could actually see her small breasts through the large armholes of the sleeveless T-shirt.

The other girl's name was Tawny.  She was a bubbly little blonde, about five-foot-six with big breasts, but a tiny waist.  Tawny was wearing a pair of tight white shorts that really showed off her firm butt.  She was also wearing a red cotton midriff shirt with a low neckline that buttoned down the front.  She left the top and bottom buttons open exposing part of her lacey white bra and displaying her firm, tan belly.

Since Professor Cloud was a woman in her late forties, I didn't see any advantage in wearing revealing clothing, so I just wore a pair of tight blue jeans, white T-shirt, and a plain bra and panty set.  Professor cloud was an average looking woman that seemed to have a grudge against attractive young girls, so I found it very peculiar that she would give a make-up exam to the three of us.

Professor Cloud said she didn't have time to prepare a make-up exam and asked if we would be willing to take an oral exam.  We all agreed since it was better than failing.  Tawny got the first question wrong.  I answered the next one wrong followed by a wrong answer from Stephanie.  Professor Cloud was getting aggravated.

The professor decided that she was going to teach us a lesson.  She said that each of us would stand up and answer a question.  If we got it wrong, we would have to remove an article of clothing.  If we were still wearing something at the end of the exam, we would receive an A.  Professor Cloud said that if we didn't agree to her rules, we could leave now and fail the exam.

Tawny complained that someone might see us, but Professor Cloud said that we were all girls here and the blinds on the windows were closed.  Tawny pointed out that someone might look through the window on the door.  The professor replied with a chuckle that it was a chance the professor was willing to take.

Stephanie decided to state her complaint.  She said that Tawny and I were wearing more clothes that her, but Professor Cloud told Stephanie that it should teach her to dress respectably when she comes to class.  We finally agreed to the rules and the test began.

Tawny went first.  She stood up and answered the question wrong.  Tawny was forced to remove her little red shirt.  She kept looking at the window of the door to see if anyone was peeking in as she unbuttoned the small top.  Tawny finally dropped it to the floor and sat down with her breasts protected by a lacey white bra.

I was next and answered the question wrong as well.  I decided to take my pants off first since the desk would protect the view of my panties from the door.  After unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, I slid them to the floor exposing my white cotton panties.  There was a shadow of my auburn pussy hair visible under the thin cotton material that the panties were made of.

As Stephanie stood up to answer her question, there was a knock on the door.  Dr. Jones was looking in the window and Professor Cloud motioned for him to come in.  He reminded the professor that they had a research meeting with a couple of graduate students.  She told him to have a seat.  Tawny was tried to cover her bra with her hands as she reminded Professor Cloud about the nudity involved in this exam.

Professor Cloud said, "Don't worry, Dr. Jones won't mind.  Besides, he's a doctor."

Tawny replied, "He's a doctor of philosophy!"

Professor Cloud said, "Just answer the questions right and it won't be an issue."

Stephanie answered the next question correctly and was relieved when she sat down.  Tawny, on the other hand, got her second question wrong and lost her shorts.  Dr. Jones smiled when he saw Tawny's skimpy white thong.  Tawny sat down looking a little embarrassed.

I got the next question wrong and did the unexpected.  Everyone thought I'd remove my shirt, but I figured that my long T-shirt would cover my pussy.  Dr. Jones watched intensely as I hooked my thumbs under the waistband of my white cotton undies and slowly slid them to the floor.  Unfortunately I was wrong in my calculation of the length of my T-shirt.  It stopped right at the middle of my auburn bush, so the lower half of my pussy was showing.  I just sat down and covered myself the best that I could.

As Stephanie stood up for the next question, there was another knock on the door.  The two graduate students arrived for their research meeting.  Professor Cloud told the guys to come in and take a seat. Tawny was mortified with the presence of the guys, but I wasn't all that upset about the new arrivals.  I'd had several public flashing experiences before, so I decided to just play along with the professor's game.

As the guys took a seat at the front of the class, Tawny shrieked, "Excuse me, professor.  I'm in my underwear here!"

I decided put my two cents in just to stir the pot and added, "Me too professor.  Wait a minute, I don't even have my underwear anymore."

"I've already lost my panties!  I'm naked from the waist down," I added, as I pointed towards my lap and slightly spreading my legs.

Professor Cloud said, "That's enough girls.  Let's just finish the test."

The graduate students still looked a little shocked seeing Tawny and I sitting in front of them with some of our clothes missing.  Professor Cloud explained what was going on and that brought big smiles to the boys' faces.  The professor told the guys to think of it as payment for the research they would be doing later.  Now Dr. Jones and the two students were sitting right across from us.  They seemed to enjoy watching our humiliation as much as Professor Cloud enjoyed administering it.

The guys knew I was naked from the waist down, so they tried to casually look under my desk.  I saw what they were doing and I playfully crossed my legs, lifting my right leg high over my left leg in the process.  The guys were wide-eyed as they saw my hairy triangle.  They may have even gotten a glimpse of my pussy lips!  The whole time I was acting completely innocent as if I didn't know that they were watching me.

I decided not to stop there and pretended to have an itch between my legs.  I slowly uncrossed my legs, spread them a little and started raking my long red fingernails through my auburn bush.  The boys were watching my every movement and I was starting to get excited.  I wanted to dip a finger into my pussy, but Professor Cloud saw what I was doing.  I quickly put my hands on my desk and closed my legs together.  I didn't want the professor to think I was having any fun.  In the mean time, Stephanie answered her question incorrectly and Professor Cloud directed her attention back to Stephanie.  The professor told Stephanie to remove her overalls, but she hesitated.

Stephanie said, "I don't know if I can do it."

The professor said, "We had a deal."

Stephanie continued, "When I made the deal, there weren't any men in the room.  Now there are three and two of them aren't much older than me!"

Professor Cloud retorted, "Get on with it or get out."

Stephanie began to plead in a soft, crackling voice, "But you don't understand.  I didn't wear any panties today!"

Professor Cloud pointed to me and said, "Mindy doesn't seem to have a problem showing off her little pussy, so drop those overalls!"

Stephanie slowly unbuckled the denim overall shorts and wiggled out of them.  They fell to the floor leaving Stephanie standing there in just that sleeveless T-shirt.  The T-shirt only reached down to her bellybutton, so her smooth shaved beaver was on display for Dr. Jones and the students to observe.  Her bra-less titties were also visible under the worn out fabric of her old T-shirt.  Stephanie's face turned red.  She tried to cover her bald beaver with her hands as she sat down.

Professor Cloud said, "Hands on your desk!"

Stephanie replied, "That wasn't part of the deal."

The professor said, "I make the rules up as I go along."

Stephanie put her hands on her desk, but closed her legs together as tight as she could while Tawny stood up for the next question.  Professor Cloud was making the questions extremely difficult.  Tawny answered the question wrong and had to choose between her bra and thong.  She chose the bra and tossed it on the floor.  The men were able to see Tawny's full breasts and hard nipples for a moment, but she quickly wrapped her arms across her chest.  Tawny sat back down with her arms folded in front of her.  Her nipples were protected from the men's view, but there was plenty of cleavage showing.

Stephanie asked, "Professor Cloud, I thought we had to put our hands on our desk?"

Professor Cloud replied, "That's right.  Tawny, put your arms down."

Tawny put her hands on the desk in front of her and gave Stephanie a dirty look.  Her large breasts were now uncovered for the guy's viewing pleasure.  The girls continued to exchange dirty looks as I stood up for my next question.  Most of my pussy hair was hanging out from under my too short T-shirt as I answered the next question wrong.  I pulled my T-shirt over my head and now I was only wearing a bra.  My entire auburn bush was showing.  When I sat down, I didn't even close my legs.  I just gave the guys the full view and they appreciated my generosity.  They started squirming in their seats and one of the guys even had a hand in his pocket.  One only knows what he was doing.

It was Stephanie's turn to stand up next.  Without thinking, she spread her legs like she normally would to stand up.  With her legs apart, the guys could see every inch of her bald beaver.  As Stephanie stood in front of everybody, she let her arms dangle at her sides.  There was nothing to hide the smooth flesh between her legs.  She got the next question wrong and lost her T-shirt.  After dropping the shirt to the floor, Stephanie's little boobies and puffy pink nipples were poking out in front of her.  Stephanie tried to sit down, but Professor Cloud told her to remain standing because she had lost all of her clothes.

Stephanie asked, "Why do you keep changing the rules.  Haven't you humiliated me enough?"

Professor Cloud declared, "You girls will remember this day for the rest of your college careers.  I bet you're never unprepared for a test again."

Stephanie slowly stood up again, but tried to turn her back to the men.  She thought that it might hide her nudity a little.  However, her young firm butt was now able to be seen by everyone.  Stephanie must wear a very skimpy thong bikini because her tan lines were barely noticeable on her nicely tanned buns.  Professor Cloud ordered Stephanie to face forward, so she turned around again.  The guys were now able to see everything Stephanie had to offer and Tawny was taking great pleasure in watching Stephanie get humiliated.  I guess it was payback time because earlier, Stephanie forced Tawny to put her hands down when Tawny tried to hide her boobs from the men.

Tawny's enjoyment was brief as she lost her panties a few seconds later.  She was too mortified to remove them in front of the guys, so she turned around before taking her skimpy thong off.  She bent over without bending her knees and began to slide the thong down her backside.  The tiny piece of material slowly free itself from Tawny's butt crack.  When Tawny bent over to push the panties down the rest of the way, her bare behind was directed right at the men.  After removing the thong, she turned around and remained standing.  There was a little bit of blonde fuzz showing between her legs as she faced forward looking ashamed.

There was now several prying eyes peering through the window of the door as I stood up, wearing only a bra.  The other girls hoped that I'd answer the next question wrong so that we could end this thing.  Unfortunately for the girls, I answered three questions in a row correctly.  Stephanie and Tawny had to stand there completely naked enduring every excruciating second of public nudity.  My situation wasn't much better as my only article of clothing was my bra.  My pussy was still out in the open for everyone to see.

I finally answered a question wrong and shed my bra.  My firm boobies were now exposed like the rest of my body.  As Tawny, Stephanie and I began to reach for our clothes, it appeared that Dr. Jones wanted to see our young naked bodies a little longer.  He suggested that we each get one more chance.  If we answered the last question correctly, we would get an A and the exam would be over.  Professor Cloud agreed, but said that we had to hurry.  Apparently there was an evening class waiting to use our room and a crowd was forming outside the door.  As we stood there naked, Professor Cloud gave us each an easy question.  We all answered our question correctly.

Professor Cloud turned to the guys and said, "I guess the shows over.  I just hope these girls learned their lesson.  Come on guys, let's go to my office and get to work."

Dr. Jones said to Professor Cloud, "Thanks for the show.  Those are some beautiful girls."

Professor Cloud replied, "No, those are some spoiled brats that needed to be put in their place.  Besides, you know how I love to humiliate little premedonas."

Professor Cloud then opened the door and said, "All right people, the classroom's yours!"

There were students entering the classroom as Tawny, Stephanie and I stood there buck-naked!  Our boobies and pussies were totally exposed for the crowd as we began to panic.  Finally, we decided to just pick up our clothes and get out of there.  Some of the boys patted us on our bare behinds as we bent over to pick up our clothes.  A girl even reached around and tweaked my nipple!  She thought it was funny.  Tawny, Stephanie and I held our clothes in front of us and ran across the hall into the girl's bathroom.  The girls and I got dressed, but in the confusion, Stephanie had left her T-shirt behind.  All Stephanie had were those cut-off overalls, but she wasn't about to go back into that classroom and retrieve her shirt.

We all walked home together and Stephanie got plenty of looks as her breasts occasionally peeked out from behind the top of those denim overall shorts.  Stephanie didn't even seem to care if her little nipples were showing.  It was nothing compared to the torture she was put through earlier in the classroom.  We talked about going out for a drink together, but after the punishment we received for partying the night before, we decided to stay home and study.



College Girls Ch. 08



I like publishing my stories on the Internet because I can remain anonymous to the many readers that I share my adventures with. Even though I've revealed my name, I've never submitted a picture of myself because I feel that the mystery adds to the fantasies associated with erotic literature. There have been pictures of me posted on the Internet a few times and I'm pretty comfortable with the way I look, but my name has never been linked to any of my pictures and I intend to keep it that way.

However, it is hard to remain anonymous to your professor if you accidentally attach a copy of your erotic story to the back of your term paper. This embarrassing situation happened to me and my professor was bold enough to point out my mistake in the privacy of his office.

My friend Kelli and I were walking down the hall in the School of Business building when we heard a voice call out, "Miss Sparks, can I see you in my office?"

Kelli looked at me and said, "Hey Mindy, I think that guy's calling your name."

I turned around and saw Mr. Wilcox waving to me. Kelli and I walked towards him and he invited us into his office. I introduced Kelli to Mr. Wilcox, my Business Ethics teacher, and then we sat down as he handed me a paper. It was my term paper and I was disappointed to discover that I'd received a grade of C-plus. Mr. Wilcox told me not to worry about the grade. He said that I should focus on the last pages of the paper.

I thumbed through the essay to discover that I had accidentally attached a copy of my latest 'Peggy, The Bored Housewife' story to the back of my term paper. First, I denied that it was my story, but Mr. Wilcox said that he found all of my stories on the Literotica website. I was busted!

Mr. Wilcox is a short dumpy guy in his forties, but I like him because he's a really sweet man and very funny. He cracks me up in class when he tells some of his jokes. Now he had that silly smirk on his face, just like the expression he gets after he tells one of his jokes. Mr. Wilcox said that my stories are well written, but I must have more of an interest in exhibitionism than I do in utilitarianism because my term paper did not contain the same flare for the subject matter.

As Mr. Wilcox spoke to me, he looked at me in a way that I'd never seen before. It seemed like he was undressing me with his eyes. I was wearing a short denim skirt and a white T-shirt. Under the outfit I was wearing a pair of skimpy white panties and a flimsy white bra. My breasts are only medium sized, but with my five-foot-one-inch petite body, they don't need to be very big to look good. The white bra was visible under the thin T-shirt, but it was nothing that I would consider indecent.

Mr. Wilcox looked at my auburn hair and then he casually attempted to look up my skirt. I'll bet he was imagining what my auburn pussy hair looked like! Kelli saw what Mr. Wilcox was trying to do, so she brazenly reached over, lifted up my skirt and flashed my panties to Mr. Wilcox.

As Mr. Wilcox chuckled, I pulled my skirt down and said, "Kelli, behave yourself!"

Mr. Wilcox looked at Kelli and said, "You must be the Kelli from the 'Little Girl Games' and the 'College Girls' stories."

Kelli boldly said, "Yes I am," and then she pulled up her T-shirt to reveal her big knockers to Mr. Wilcox.

A bunch of guys in the hall turned to look at Kelli, but Mr. Wilcox quickly closed the office door and locked it. Kelli is a beautiful five-foot, four-inch blonde with large full breasts. She was wearing a T-shirt with no bra and a pair of sweatpants that rode dangerously low on her hips. In fact, they rode so low that the top of her butt crack was hanging out in back. If the pants slipped any lower in front, Mr. Wilcox would see that Kelli had a clean-shaven beaver. From my vantage point, it appeared that Kelli wasn't wearing any panties, but that wasn't unusual for Kelli.

Mr. Wilcox said, "I only wish Peggy could be here so that I could meet her, too."

I said, "Peggy doesn't go to school here. She's a friend of mine from back home. Peggy E-mails her stories to me and then I fix them up and submit them for her."

Mr. Wilcox continued, "So all of your stories are true?"

I replied, "Well they're based on true stories."

He asked, "Even the 'Twin Seduction' series?"

I said, "No, the main theme isn't true, but the characters were developed from some of my friends from high school. My friend Bob really did get trapped in the girls' shower room and my friend Renee really did strip on a trampoline in the gym right in front of some guys. And there was a rumor floating around that my friends, Lindsey and Kim, really did strip for one of their friend's dad."

Mr. Wilcox asked, "What about the 'Vocational College for Girls' series?"

I replied, "Those stories aren't true, either. I got the idea from the time Professor Cloud made me strip in her classroom. There are two girls in another sorority that I don't particularly care for. I wish they would be punished in real life the way that I punish them on the Internet."

Mr. Wilcox said, "Professor Cloud told me that your story is completely exaggerated."

I said in an angry tone, "Well maybe you should ask the guys that saw me naked!"

Mr. Wilcox continued, "Well your stories may possibly be true because a friend of mine that sells cars at the Chevy dealer told me about an incident that happened to him a short time ago. I thought he made it up, but one of your stories was very similar to his story."

I added, "Yes, that was quite an afternoon for Jennifer."

Mr. Wilcox asked, "So do many people like your stories?"

I replied, "I get a lot of E-mail from people telling me that they enjoy reading my stories."

Mr. Wilcox said, "So I guess you spend all of your time answering E-mails instead of writing your college papers."

I said, "No, I never reply to the messages. I barely have time to read them, but it does make me feel really good to hear that someone likes reading the stories. It inspires me to write more stories."

Kelli looked at Mr. Wilcox and said, "I'll bet you spend all of your time reading Mindy's stories instead of giving her an accurate grade on her paper. You probably beat off while you read them. In fact, you're probably picturing Mindy in the nude right now!"

My face turned red, but Mr. Wilcox calmly turned to Kelli and said, "Kelli, you're just like the stories described you. You're not afraid to become the center of attention. Yes I do remember how Mindy described herself in the nude, but I also remember her description of your naked body, too."

I was mortified that Mr. Wilcox was picturing me in the nude, but Kelli thrives on that type of attention. Kelli responded to Mr. Wilcox's comments by slowly taking off her top off and caressing her nice round nipples.

Kelli asked, "Am I the center of attention now? Do my breasts look exactly like Mindy described them?"

Mr. Wilcox replied, "Even better!"

Kelli enjoyed the compliment and decided that it was playtime in front of Mr. Wilcox. She began wrestling with me to get my T-shirt off. Kelli is stronger that I am, so I was quickly reduced to my bra. I held my hands in front of my bra-covered breasts, but Kelli didn't stop. She unfastened the bra from behind me and then she was able to get my bra off, too. I was very embarrassed, as I stood there topless in front of my teacher.

I said, "Kelli, what are you doing? I have to face this man in class tomorrow."

Kelli said, "I don't think he minds. Look at the bulge in his pants!"

Mr. Wilcox must have been a little embarrassed because he took my term paper and held it in front of his pants while I tried to cover my bare breasts with my hands. However, Kelli let her big boobs hang out where everyone could see them.

It appeared that I had accidentally untied the string on Kelli's sweatpants while we were wrestling. Kelli didn't seem to be aware of the situation, but Mr. Wilcox watched as Kelli's sweatpants began to slowly descend down her hips. From behind, there was much more of Kelli's butt crack showing and from the front, her pussy hair would have been showing, if she'd had any.

Kelli asked, "Don't you think Mindy deserves an A on her paper?"

Mr. Wilcox replied, "I can't be bribed."

Kelli believed this to be a personal challenge and reached behind me, unbuttoned my skirt and then unzipped it. I caught the skirt before it fell off, but I had to let go of one of my breasts in the process. My left tit was completely exposed to Mr. Wilcox and it looked like he was taking the opportunity to examine my puffy pink nipple. Then Kelli yanked the skirt out of my hand and it fell to the floor.

Mr. Wilcox could now see my skimpy white panties and the shadow of my neatly trimmed auburn pussy hair was visible through the thin fabric of the panties. Kelli's effort of pulling off my skirt caused her sweats to slide down even further. Kelli had to know that the pants were only about a half of an inch away from exposing her pussy, but she made no attempt to pull them up, much to the delight of Mr. Wilcox.

Kelli asked, "Now do you think Mindy deserves an A on her paper?"

Mr. Wilcox replied, "I told you, I can't be bribed."

Then Kelli reached over and unzipped Mr. Wilcox's pants. She freed his manhood and began to stroke it. He was as hard as a rock as Kelli's soft hand went up and down on his shaft.

Kelli said, "Maybe he needs to see you naked, Mindy. Why don't you pull your panties down?"

I said, "No way Kelli. I'm embarrassed enough as it is."

Kelli demanded, "Just do it!"

I don't know why, but I complied with Kelli's demand. I turned around and hooked my thumbs inside of the waistband of my panties. I slid my hands down the sides of my legs, working the skimpy panties over my butt in the process. After completely exposing my smooth young ass to Mr. Wilcox, I stepped out of the panties, turned around and displayed my neatly trimmed auburn bush to him, too. He gave me a smile of approval, so I just stood there naked in front of him as Kelli continued to stroke Mr. Wilcox's stiff member.

Then Kelli looked down and said, "Would you look at that. My sweatpants have slipped all the way down to my thighs. My bald beaver is showing!"

Kelli paused so that Mr. Wilcox could get a good look at the view that she was providing, then Kelli continued, "Oh well, I may as well take these pants all the way off."

Kelli let go of Mr. Wilcox's hard penis and pushed her sweatpants to the floor. She flaunted her nakedness in front of Mr. Wilcox and asked him for his honest opinion of her body. Mr. Wilcox said that she looked great and then pleaded with Kelli to finish what she had started.

Kelli asked, "Does Mindy get an A?"

Mr. Wilcox replied, "Her grade is rising!"

Then Kelli squatted down in front of Mr. Wilcox and put his rigid member in her mouth. She stopped, ran her tongue around the tip of his penis and then started bobbing her head up and down on his hard shaft. I was getting so turned on that I started touching my pink nipples. Then I lost all sense of decency and inserted a finger inside of my pussy, right in front of Mr. Wilcox!

As Mr. Wilcox watched my performance, he was obviously getting ready to cum, and so was I, but Kelli stopped what she was doing, looked up at him and asked, "Now does Mindy get and A or do we get dressed and leave?"

He finally replied, "Yes, Mindy deserves an A."

Kelli went back to stroking Mr. Wilcox with her hand and I started to moan because I was close to an orgasm. I was standing right in front of Mr. Wilcox as he reached the point of no returned. Mr. Wilcox let out a grunt and then started spewing streams of white cum onto my naked body. I was on the verge of an orgasm, so all I could do was let the milky substance land on my exposed flesh as I worked my finger in and out of my wet pussy. Finally my young body tensed up and then I began to tremble as I reached a powerful climax.

As Kelli and I put our clothes back on, Mr. Wilcox put a big A on my paper and circled it. Kelli asked him if his actions were ethical, considering he was a business ethics teacher. Mr. Wilcox told Kelli that sex isn't his business, so he didn't have to worry about ethics. Then Mr. Wilcox told me to make sure I spelled his name correctly. I was puzzled for a second, then I realized that he meant for me to spell his name correctly in my next story. Yes, Mr. Wilcox, I spelled your name correctly!



College Girls Ch. 09



A Monday holiday provided us with a three-day weekend from college, so my sorority sister invited me to spend the weekend with her family in Kansas City. Jennifer Mills is a very pretty girl, with long brown hair and large, firm breasts. She's about 5'3, slender and has the most beautiful ass I've ever seen. Jennifer and I crave guys of course, but we also enjoy sharing a bed together once in a while.

When we arrived at Jennifer's house, she introduced me to her mom, dad and little brother, Tommy. Jennifer's dad is tall, muscular and good-looking. Jennifer's mom has a firm, well-endowed body and she still has a fresh young look about her. It was Tommy's eighteenth birthday and he was busy playing with his new DVD video camera. The high school senior was filming Jennifer and I as we took our luggage up to Jennifer's bedroom.

I told Jennifer that her brother was pretty bold about recording us with his camera, but she assured me that the kid was shy, naïve and harmless. Jennifer said that even though he acts like a perverted teenage horn-dog, he would probably run away if I confronted him with my womanly charms.

I thought to myself, "Me? Entice a young boy? Never…well, he is kind of cute, and tall with an athletic build…okay, maybe!"

It was getting late, so Jennifer and I went upstairs to get ready for bed. A short time later, Jennifer's mom asked us to come downstairs and have some birthday cake. Jennifer told her mom that we'd already changed into our night clothes, but her mom insisted, stating that nobody cared what we looked like because it was just family.

As Jennifer and I came down the steps to join the rest of the family in the living room, Tommy still had the camera rolling. When Mrs. Mills stated that nobody cared what we looked like, I'll bet she didn't expect to see two twenty-year-old girls dressed in only T-shirts and panties on the staircase above. I was embarrassed because Tommy had the camera pointed under the hem of my short T-shirt and he was zooming in on my skimpy white panties! I was afraid the shadow of my neatly trimmed auburn bush was visible through the thin fabric of my panties and he was capturing it on the videodisk.

The material of my white cotton T-shirt was thin and the chill of the crisp autumn air caused my nipples to poke out prominently for the camera. The sight of me in my revealing nightshirt mesmerized Mr. Mills. I don't know if he was looking at my nipples or my panties, but either way I felt a little uneasy. Jennifer's mom sensed that I felt a little uncomfortable in my state of undress, so she smiled at me and told Tommy to turn off his camera.

The T-shirt Jennifer wore was a little longer than my T-shirt and it hid her pale blue panties. However, my T-shirt was so short that my underwear peeked out from underneath as I walked. Jennifer and I took a seat on the couch, while her dad and brother sat on the floor in front of us. They were eye-level to our knees. I tried to keep my knees together, but occasionally they would separate, offering the guys a quick look at my panties.

It was obvious that Mr. Mills was trying to sneak a peek under my shirt, so Mrs. Mills leaned over and whispered to me, "Don't pay any attention him. You're very attractive and, well, boys will be boys!"

I said, "But Mrs. Mills, I think your husband is trying to see my underpants!"

She replied, "Honey, it's okay with me. You may start a fire, but later on tonight, I get to put the fire out!"

I giggled at the remark and went back to eating my cake. I no longer felt the need to keep my knees together, much to the delight of Jennifer's dad and her little brother. When we finished our cake, Jennifer and I went upstairs to lie in bed and watch a movie. As Jennifer began kissing and caressing me, I noticed that Tommy had somehow run upstairs ahead of us and hidden his camera on Jennifer's bookshelf. It was recording all of the bedroom action! I wanted to say something, but the touch of Jennifer's soft hands felt too good. I figured that I'd just get the disk out of the camera after we finished making love to each other. Besides, I thought Jennifer and I might even enjoy watching the video together.

Jennifer eased the T-shirt over my head and started making soft circles on my puffy pink nipples with her fingertips. Next, she slipped her fingers inside of my panties and began gently rubbing the moist slit between my legs. Jennifer gradually worked my panties down my legs until I was completely naked, right in front of the camera.

I stood up and removed Jennifer's T-shirt, and then I sat down on the edge of the bed. As Jennifer stood in front of me, I hooked my thumbs inside the waistband of her panties and slid my hands down the sides of her legs, working the skimpy panties over her shapely butt in the process. After fully exposing Jennifer's beautiful smooth ass, she stepped out of her panties and turned around to unknowingly displaying her soft brunette bush in front of the camera. I just love her butt and I started kissing all over it.

After I'd finished kissing every square inch of her sweet young ass, I stood up and we were now both completely naked in front of the camera. Jennifer put her hands on my shoulders and her large, full breasts jetted out and brushed up against mine. My breasts aren't very big, but with my five-foot-one-inch petite body, they don't need to be very big to look good. She slowly moved up and down, allowing her silver dollar sized nipples to rub against my delicate pink nipples. The friction, caused by the tender pink skin of our nipples rubbing together, made them become firm and erect.

Jennifer reached down and gently raked her fingernails though my neatly trimmed pussy hair. Next, she put her hands on my butt cheeks and held me so close that our tight young pussies started rubbing up against one another. My auburn pussy hair became intertwined with Jennifer's brunette pussy hair as we passionately kissed each other. As we kissed, Jennifer somehow turned me around until my firm round ass was facing the camera. While we continued to kiss each other, Jennifer softly slid her finger up and down my sensitive butt crack, causing me to tingle all over. She knows how much I like that!

We decided to lie down on the bed as the bedroom door suddenly opened. Mrs. Mills had just stepped out of the shower and peeked into Jennifer's bedroom to say goodnight. When she saw that Jennifer and I were in bed together naked, she entered the room and closed the door behind her. Jennifer's mom had a towel wrapped around her that slightly separated in front. Some of Mrs. Mills' light brown pussy hair was hanging out as she moved right in front of the camera.

Mrs. Mills looked at Jennifer and asked, "What are you girls up to?"

Thinking quickly Jennifer replied, "I was just going to show Mindy how you taught me to give a proper massage. You always say that it's more effective if you don't have any clothes on."

Mrs. Mills said, "But both of you don't have to be naked. I don't take my clothes off when I give a massage to a patient."

Jennifer said, "Oh mother, it's just us girls. We're always running around naked at the sorority house."

Then Jennifer turned to me and said, "My mom's a physical therapist. She really knows how to give a good massage."

Mrs. Mills must have bought into Jennifer's story because she said, "Well then, why don't I show you how it's done!"

I was lying facedown on the bed with my bare ass sticking up in the air. The camera was at a 45-degree angle to the bed, which was a prime location to record all of the activities. Mrs. Mills stood beside me and as she leaned forward to begin massaging my shoulders, her towel fell off.

Mrs. Mills tried to catch the towel, but Jennifer grabbed it and said, "Don't worry about it, mom. Like I said, it's just us girls!"

I thought to myself, "Sure, just us girls…and a camera!"

As Jennifer tossed the towel on the floor, her mom began working on my back. I could see Mrs. Mills' nude body in the mirror on the wall and I couldn't believe how good she looked. She could pass for Jennifer's sister instead of her mother. While Mrs. Mills continued to work her magic up and down my backside, Jennifer took a seat on the other side of the bed and began running her fingers through my hair. Jennifer had one foot on the bed and one foot on the floor, with her legs spread wide for the hidden camera. Both Jennifer and her mother were showing off their pussy hair and big melons without a clue that it was all being caught on the DVD recorder.

Mrs. Mills moved back up to my shoulders and as she massaged me with her hands, she allowed her big breasts to rub up and down my back. I don't know if she was doing it intentionally, but it felt good and it was surely going to provide some tantalizing footage on the videodisk.

Soon Mrs. Mills worked her way down to my bare behind. She even let her fingers softly touch the inner area of my butt crack. That spot is so sensitive to me that I actually began to get turned on, but it was weird to think that I was getting turned on by my friend's mom. However, I was getting the impression that Mrs. Mills was enjoying touching me as much as I was enjoying being touched.

Mrs. Mills moved down to my legs and when she worked on my inner thighs, her fingers kept grazing the tender slit between my legs. I was getting embarrassed because I was sure Mrs. Mills could tell how wet she was making me. The way that Mrs. Mills was turning me on made me presume that she'd had experiences with other women, and I mean more that just a therapeutic massage.

Jennifer seemed oblivious to the effect that her mom was having on me, but surely her mom noticed that I spread my legs a little wider every time her fingers were in the vicinity of my moist pussy. I kept hoping that she'd insert a finger, or do something to satisfy the burning urge inside of me, but she just moved to the bottom of my legs and then announced that she was finished.

I felt frustrated, but then Jennifer asked Mrs. Mills to give me a foot massage. Jennifer's mom instructed me to roll over as Jennifer joined her mom at the end of the bed. They both squatted down together and each took one of my feet in their hands. Jennifer and her mom started giving me a wonderful foot massage, but they opened my legs in the process. I was lying there, stark naked and spread eagle, right in front of the camera. My whole pussy was completely exposed for the camera to record.

Eventually, they finished with the foot massage and Jennifer's mom bent down to pick up the towel. Her big breasts wobbled in front of the camera as she stood up and wrapped the towel around her shapely body. Mrs. Mills said goodnight and left the room.


Jennifer quickly locked the door and then sat on the end of the bed, trying to apologize for what had just happened. I told her not to apologize because the massage felt great. Jennifer was still uptight, so I picked up a hairbrush and started brushing Jennifer's long brown hair to help her relax. As I brushed her hair, Jennifer sat there with her big breasts and brunette bush facing the camera.

While I brushed her hair with one hand, I began touching her breasts with the other. I reached down between Jennifer's legs and found that she was really wet, so I took the round smooth handle of the hairbrush and inserted it inside of her pussy. I was still positioned behind Jennifer as I moved the hairbrush in and out, while the camera continued to roll.

As I continued to work on Jennifer's pussy, I also caressed her breasts and softly kissed her neck. Jennifer took control of the hairbrush, giving me the freedom to use both of my hands on her big boobs. Her moaning started to get so loud that I was afraid someone else in the house might hear us, but Jennifer finally climaxed and she pulled the hairbrush out of her wet pussy, unable to withstand another stroke.

Jennifer moved down between my legs and started kissing my sweet spot. She was using her tongue and her fingers in unison to make sure that my needs were also met. Luckily, the view of Jennifer's assault on my pussy was blocked from the camera. The only view the camera had was Jennifer's beautiful butt arched high in the air. From the way Jennifer's legs were spread as she straddled me, she was probably also providing the camera with a great beaver shot from behind. Finally, we were both satisfied and fell fast asleep.

When I awoke the next morning, Jennifer had already gotten out of bed. I was lying there stark naked with the bedroom door wide open. Anyone could have looked into the bedroom and observed me sleeping in the nude because the blanket and sheet were tossed to the side. There was nothing covering my firm young body. Then I looked over and saw that the camera was gone. I felt violated. Not only did Tommy have the disk containing footage of me in all my glory, he also must have gotten a good look at my naked body when he came into the bedroom to retrieve the camera!

I put on a fresh pair of panties and then grabbed the first piece of clothing I saw, which was a blouse that Jennifer left on top of her dresser. The hem of Jennifer's blouse barely reached the bottom of my butt cheeks, but it buttoned all the way down the front, so I felt somewhat covered.

I crept down the hall to Tommy's room, where I found him sitting at his computer. I entered the room and locked the door behind me. Tommy's eyes were focused on my puffy pink nipples, so I looked down and realized that Jennifer's blouse was made of a see-through material. When I put the blouse on in Jennifer's darkened bedroom, I failed to notice that it was practically transparent, but I kept my cool and acted as if I intended to wear the flimsy top.

I saw the camera on his dresser, so I figured he was watching the DVD. However, when I looked at his computer screen, I found that he was actually writing a paper for school.

I asked sternly, "Where's the disk?"

He replied, "What disk?"

I said, "You know, the one in your camera from last night!"

He said, "I found the camera this morning, but there wasn't a disk in it…honest!"

Tommy looked a little nervous, yet excited at the same time. I decided to try a different approach and use my feminine charm to help locate the disk. I walked to the dresser and slowly bent over to look at the camera. I didn't bend my knees, which caused the hem of the short blouse to ride up in back, exposing my underwear for Tommy's viewing pleasure.

As I fumbled around with the camera, Tommy checked out my skimpy panties. I'm sure he could see the crack of my ass right through the tiny undies that stretched across my butt because the panties were made of such a thin silky material. When I was convinced that the disk was no longer in the camera, I turned back to Tommy, who was now sporting a large bulge in his gym shorts. I decided to try another tactic.

I looked at Tommy and said, "Whew, it's a little warm in here," as I grabbed my collar and gently tugged on the top of the blouse.

Tommy gave me his undivided attention, so I bent over slightly and shook the blouse a little harder. My intention was to give Tommy a peek down my blouse, while pretending to get some air, but I got carried away and pulled too hard on the collar. Several buttons popped off the flimsy blouse and bounced onto the floor. Tommy and I both had surprised looks on our face, as the blouse was now open all the way down to below my breasts. Only the two buttons at the bottom of the blouse were still in place. My perky breasts were totally exposed, right in front of young Tommy, but I quickly pulled the top back together, giving me a little sense of dignity.

I quickly regained my composure and said, "There, now I feel much better. I hope you don't mind that this blouse popped open. I'll do my best to keep it closed so that my breasts aren't hanging out."

He just sat there with his mouth open, so I continued, "I'll bet the disk is here on your desk."

He replied, "I assure you, it's not here."

I said, "Well then, I guess you won't mind if I take a look."

I was wearing skimpy panties and a see-through blouse that was gaping open at the top, so of course he didn't mind if I had a look at his desk. I was forced to lean over in front of him to search the desk. In my bent over position, the blouse fell away from my chest allowing Tommy to peer right down into the open top. He could see my bare titties and he was so close to me that I could feel his breath against my breasts.

There were many pre-recorded disks on the desk, but I couldn't find any DVD's that looked like they were recorded from a camera. Then I stumbled upon a picture of a girl on Tommy's desk that he obviously downloaded from the Internet. She was wearing skimpy panties just like mine, which gave me an idea of another way to tease the young boy. I showed Tommy the picture. He instantly became embarrassed, so I pressed the issue.

I said, "She's a pretty girl. Do you know her?"

He replied, "Uh, no. I…I just like the way she looks in her underwear."

I smiled at the young boy and said, "So you like seeing girls in their underwear?"

Tommy blushed and said, "Well…um…yes…yes I do. I'm sorry. I can't help myself."

I put my hand on his chin, looked him in the eyes and said, "Oh, don't be sorry. It's perfectly natural for a teenaged boy to want to see pretty girls in their underwear."

I moved my hand from his face picked up the picture and continued, "Tommy, do you know what? I'm wearing panties just like the girl in this picture."

Tommy's eye's immediately looked down at my panties, so I asked, "Tommy, are you trying to look at my underwear?"

He quickly looked up and said, "No, no I wasn't!"

I said, "Well Tommy, I guess I can't blame you since I barged into your room wearing this see-through blouse and the skimpiest pair of panties that I own."

I looked back at the picture and asked, "I wonder if I look as good in my panties as she looks in hers. You know, since you seem to be an expert on pretty girls in their underwear, could you look at my panties and tell me if you like what you see? Would you do that for me?"

Tommy replied shyly, "Oh I don't know. You're my sister's friend and my dad's downstairs and…"

I said, "Oh please Tommy. The door's locked and I really value your opinion."

He swallowed hard and said, "Okay, I guess it would be alright."

I took hold of the hem of the short blouse and slowly raised it up above my bellybutton. I flaunted my skimpy panties right in front of the teenager and he just stared intently, obviously enjoying the view.

After standing in front of the young boy for a while, I broke the silence and asked, "Do you like my little undies?"

He quickly shook his head yes. I was starting to have some fun with the boy, so I decided to push it a little further. I thought I'd try the "I'm so embarrassed, please don't look at my panties" routine and see what kind of an affect it had on him.

I looked down, acted embarrassed and said, "Oh no! Tommy, you were right. I shouldn't have allowed you to look at my underwear. I didn't realize that you could see right through these panties! What will your mother think when I tell her what you did!"


Frantically, he said, "Don't tell my mom. It was all completely innocent. I can't even see through them."

I said, "Now Tommy, don't lie to me. Just look at how my pussy is showing right through the thin material. You can see my reddish-brown pussy hair as if I wasn't wearing any panties at all!"

Tommy's eyes were fixated on my skimpy underwear. He looked like he was afraid to blink for fear that he might miss something. I was really toying with the young boy's emotions as I slowly dipped a finger inside the waistband of my panties. I moved the top of my panties down, ever so slightly, exposing a little bit of my auburn pussy hair above the waistband.




College Girls Ch. 09



I said, "Oh Tommy, I seem to be making things worse. Now some of my pussy hair is actually hanging out where you can see it. Even though I only have a little bit of hair down there, these panties don't seem to cover it very well."

His eyes were begging for more, so I stretched the elastic waistband out away from my body, allowing Tommy to look right down into my panties. I heard Tommy gasp, as if he was seeing a girl's pussy for the very first time.

I said, "See Tommy. I try to keep my pussy hair neatly trimmed, but these darn panties are so skimpy that it still shows. I'm so embarrassed that I'm just going to turn around so that you can't see my pussy anymore!"

I let go of the elastic, but I didn't pull the panties up all the way. There was still a fair amount of pussy hair showing above the waistband. I slowly turned around and Tommy had a look of great despair on his face. However, after turning around I still held the hem of the blouse up and continued teasing the poor boy.

I said, "Oh no, Tommy. These panties are just as thin in back. You can see the crack of my ass right through these skimpy things. And look, they're cut so low that some of my butt crack is actually hanging out above the waistband. Tommy, please don't look at me. I'm so embarrassed. These panties barely hide any of my butt!"

I turned around again asked, "I don't know whether to face you or turn my back to you. Please help me and tell me which side is less revealing."

He said, "Um…um, I don't know which side shows more."

I said, "Well then, pay attention. Take a good look at the front of these panties. Do you think the fabric is thinner in front or in back? I mean, is it easier for you to see my pussy or my butt?"

He mumbled, "I'm not sure."

I said, "Now come on, Tommy. Take a really good long look at the front of these panties. I realize that some of my pussy hair is showing above the waistband, but just concentrate on the fabric of the panties. Get an idea of how much of my pussy is actually showing through the thin material."

Then I turned around and said, "Now take a good look at the back. I know that a lot of my butt crack is showing above the waistband of these tiny panties and I even realize that most of my butt checks are hanging out to the sides of these little undies. However, I want you to focus on the amount of butt crack that you can actually see through the fabric of the panties. Now tell me, can you see more of my pussy hair or my butt crack?"

When he didn't answer, I said, "Well, if you can't decide, I'm going to squat down and try to hide them both from you."

I squatted down as if I was trying to hide my butt from Tommy, but then I told him that I wasn't comfortable in that position and I stood back up.

I pointed my ass right at him and said, "Now look what happened! The waistband has slipped down even further, so more of my butt crack is showing. Oh and look at how the panties got wedged in my ass when I squatted down. My butt cheeks are almost completely hanging out! Can you help me?"

He asked, "Help? How?"

I replied, "Just pull them down so they're not wedged in my butt."

He asked, "Pull…pull them down?"

I said, "Yes please. It's feels very uncomfortable when my panties ride up like this."

As I held my blouse up, he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my panties and pushed them to the floor.

I said sternly, "Now Tommy, you know that's not what I wanted you to do! I just wanted you to pull them out of my butt crack. I didn't want you to pull them all the way down! Did you really think I wanted to stand here, right in front of you, completely naked from the waist down? Now you're just sitting there, staring at my bare ass. Shame on you!"

I was still holding the blouse up when I stepped out of my panties and turned around to face Tommy. He looked very nervous, like he'd really done something wrong.

I continued, "I'll bet you did that on purpose! Now there's no way for me to hide my pussy from you. Look at how my soft pussy hair is right out in the open. I'll bet you were just trying to see me naked!"

He replied, "No, that's not true. I was just trying to do what you asked."

I put one foot up on the desk in front of him, while leaving the other foot on the floor. With my legs spread wide, he could see every inch of my pussy now, including the moist slit between my legs.

I said, "Is this what you wanted to see? Take a good look because I'm going to go downstairs and tell your mother what you did!"

He whimpered, "I'm…I'm sorry" and tried to hand the panties to me.

I took the panties from his trembling hand as the blouse fell down in front of me. My pussy was now somewhat covered by the two remaining buttons on the see-through blouse. I placed the panties in Tommy's lap and told him to keep them. In the process, I rubbed my hand against the bulge in his gym shorts and I must say, I was rather impressed by the size of his young member.

I said, "I've given you something, now you need to give me something."

Tommy quickly stood up and pulled down his shorts. His young, stiff rod was pointing out right at me. I looked it over and my pussy juices started to flow, but then I remembered my mission.

I said, "No, no, no Tommy! I want your disk, not your dick!"

Tommy looked very embarrassed as he sat back down. He grabbed my silky panties and tried to hide his throbbing cock with them.

He said, "I'm telling you, I don't have the disk."

I said, "Come on Tommy, you're making me work too hard" as I tugged violently on the bottom of the blouse.

It was a big mistake to pull down on the bottom of the blouse so hard because the last two buttons went flying. There were no buttons left to hold the blouse together.

I said, "Well that's just great. Now my pussy is really showing! And look what happens when I turn around quickly. The blouse flies open and my boobies pop out. I might as well wear nothing at all! Is that what you want? You want me to wear nothing at all? Well that's what I'm going to do whether you like it or not!"

Beads of sweat started to roll down Tommy's face as he watched me slowly slip the blouse off. It fell to the floor and I stood in front of him without a stitch of clothing on. I leisurely turned around, giving him a view of my naked body from every angle.

I said, "There Tommy, are you happy now? I'm standing in front of you completely naked! Go ahead, look at my breasts, look at my nipples, look at my pussy! I'll even turn around and bend over so you can see my bare ass. Now I'll lie on my back and spread my legs apart wide so that you can see everything! I'll even use my finger to spread my pussy lips apart for you. Look how wet I get when I rub myself. I hope you're happy. You've now seen everything I have to offer. You got what you want, yet I still don't have what I want…the disk!"

Tommy watched closely as I worked my finger up and down the slit of my wet pussy. He was really gripping his member tight with my silky panties. He wanted to stroke himself so badly, but he was afraid to do it in front of me. When I saw how bad Tommy was suffering, I stopped what I was doing, stood up and smiled at him.

I said, "I went too far didn't I? I'm really sorry. Here, let me help you with that."

Leaning forward, I took the panties from him, wrapped them around his throbbing penis and began stroking up and down. My tits were right at his eye-level as I continued to move the silky material in a rhythmic motion.

I softly said, "There, now doesn't that feel better? Go ahead, look at my titties and my nice pink nipples. See, they're so close that you can almost taste them. You can even look at my pussy, too. It's okay, I don't mind."

He moaned at the sight of my erect nipples. I started stroking him a little faster and then I brushed my nipples back and forth against Tommy's lips. He really felt stiff and rigid in my hand, so I gripped him just as little tighter as I continued stroking him.

He seemed to be holding back, so I whispered, "It's okay. Relax, let it go. Just enjoy the view of my naked body. It's yours to look at. Don't fight it, let it go."

Finally, he just tensed up and let loose, shooting his load into the panties. I kept stroking him until he couldn't take it anymore.

When he finished, I leaned over in front of him and with my breasts in his face I asked, "Now would you please give me the disk?'

Tommy was still breathing heavy as he replied, "I'm telling you the truth. When my dad gave me the camera this morning, there was no disk in it!"

I said, "Your father?!"

Tommy said, "Yes, my father. Why? What's on that disk that's so important anyway?"

I said, "Never mind" as I quickly tossed the blouse on and left the room.

I scampered down the steps to look for Jennifer. There was no one around, so I decided to sneak into Mr. Mills' office and look around. I stepped inside and locked the door behind me. I started walking towards the desk, but I was startled when the large desk chair spun around and I came face to face with Mr. Mills. He was also surprised to see me.

Mr. Mills shyly smiled and asked, "Can I help you?"

I replied, "I'm sorry. I…I was looking for Jennifer."

He said, "She went shopping with her mom. You were sleeping so soundly that they didn't want to wake you."

Now I was really embarrassed. I was standing in front of Mr. Mills and only wearing a transparent blouse with absolutely nothing on underneath. The light from the window was shining right through the thin material, giving Mr. Mills the illusion that I was naked. To make matters worse, there were no buttons to hold the blouse together in front. I desperately tried to hold the top together. I felt so exposed and vulnerable, but Mr. Mills seemed equally uncomfortable as he gazed at my state of undress. Mr. Mills watched me try to hold my blouse together, and then he looked down and tightened the belt on his bathrobe. I guess he thought that it was all right to look at me, but he didn't want me to see him.

As my face turned scarlet red, I asked, "By any chance, do you have the disk from Tommy's camera?"

He replied, "I believe my wife hid it in here somewhere this morning. She said something about not wanting Tommy to see it."

I asked, "Have you seen it."

He replied, "No, but I'll look for it, watch it and then tell you what's on it. That will give you a chance to go and get dressed."

I didn't want him to view the disk so I said, "No. You need to look for it and give it to me right now."

He said, "I can't right now. I have to check these stock quotes, but you're welcome to look around. She laid the newspaper on the chair. Maybe it's over there."

As I leaned over to look through the papers, I could feel the hem of the short blouse ride up in back. My bare ass was revealed, right in front of Mr. Mills. I glanced back and caught him staring at me. I began to wonder if he really thought the disk was on the chair, or whether it was just an excuse to get me to show him my bare butt. With my naked butt cheeks on display for what seemed like an eternity, I determined that the disk wasn't on the chair.

I asked, "Do you know another place she may have hidden the disk."

He said, "Well, it may be on top of the bookcase behind me."

I looked at the bookcase, which went all the way to the top of the high ceiling and I asked, "The bookcase? How can I look up there?"

Mr. Mills replied, "Use the chair."

I said in an embarrassed tone, "But…but I hardly have any clothes on."

He said, "Well then. Go get dressed and while you're gone, I'll find the disk and watch it!"

I said, "No! I mean, I don't want to take up any of your time. I'll look for the disk myself."

Mr. Mills was now well aware that he had me at his mercy. He knew that even though I barely had any clothes on, I would have to search for the disk without leaving the room to get dressed. Jennifer's dad could tell that I didn't want to give him the opportunity to watch the disk while I left the room to put more clothes on.

I held the blouse together with one hand, but as I drug the chair over by the desk with the other hand, the blouse kept separating and flashing my tits and pussy to Mr. Mills. He just smiled, knowing that I wouldn't be able to move the chair and hold the blouse in place at the same time. I climbed up on the chair, but the top of the bookshelf was still over my head. When I reached up, the hem of the short blouse also rose up, exposing most of my ass and pussy, and Mr. Mills was sitting right beside me!

I was standing to the side of Mr. Mills and I could see that he was examining my exposed flesh. I'm sure he was aware that I wasn't going to be able to look on the top shelf without exposing myself. I'll bet he just told me to climb up there so that he could get a birds-eye view of my bare ass and naked pussy!

By trying to keep an eye on Mr. Mills, I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing and lost my balance. As I started to fall backwards, Mr. Mills instinctively turned sideways in his chair and put his hands out to catch me. Unfortunately, he placed one hand over my auburn bush and the other over my bare ass. One of his fingers even probed my butt crack! After he steadied me, which seemed to take a lot longer than what was really necessary, he sat back down and tried to act as if nothing happened.

He said, "Check the other side of the bookshelf. She may have hid it under those books that are laying flat on the top shelf."

I was getting very suspicious of Mr. Mills as I drug the chair over to the other side of the desk. As I passed in front of him, my breasts fell out of my shirt. Quickly moving my hand up, I struggled to pull the top of the blouse together. Unfortunately, that allowed the bottom half of the blouse to separate, exposing my entire pussy to Mr. Mills. He smiled at me and never looked away. Mr. Mills was really enjoying the sticky situation that I'd gotten myself into. Without any buttons on the see-through blouse, it was impossible to keep my naked body covered in front of a man that I hardly knew, and I couldn't leave until I found the disk.

After positioning the chair on the other side of the desk, I once again climbed up to search for the disk. Looking at the high shelf, I determined that I would have to lift each book with one hand and check under it with the other. That wasn't going to leave a free hand to hold the blouse together. My shirt was going to fall open in front, leaving both my breasts and my pussy unprotected. In addition, with my arms raised up high, the hem of the blouse was going to rise up, showing off my bare butt. Mr. Mills knew what I was up against and he watched with great anticipation.

I nervously looked at him and said, "I'm going to have to let go of my shirt to look for the disk. Are you sure that you're not giving me the run around just to put me in awkward positions so that I have to expose myself to you?"

He responded, "Of course not. I'm not even looking at you. I'm checking stock quotes."

I said, "Sure, like I believe that" as I reached up to look for the disk.

I let go of the shirt and Mr. Mills looked over, thoroughly enjoying my predicament. The blouse tumbled open so far that it wasn't even covering my breasts. I pretended as if I didn't know Mr. Mills was looking at me, but he was now examining every inch of my exposed skin. The blouse rose up in back, showing off my smooth firm ass. It was also completely open in front, displaying my soft auburn pussy hair and tender pink nipples. One by one, I checked under each book while he inspected my tight young body.

Then he brazenly stood up and moved towards me. I felt embarrassed and humiliated, because my friend's dad was standing right next to me and I was practically naked. I looked down and I could see that he was erect under his robe. As I stated before, I thought that Mr. Mills was muscular and attractive, so I couldn't help looking down at his package. Suddenly, I located the disk and I became ecstatic because my ordeal was nearly over.

Unfortunately, the celebration caused me to fall backwards off the chair. Mr. Mills reached out and tried to catch me, but he only succeeded in grabbing my blouse. As I fell down to the floor, he held onto the blouse and the flimsy material ripped right up the back. I was sitting on the floor with a piece of shredded material dangling from each arm.

Mr. Mills said, "Oops."

I asked, "Is that all you have to say? Look at me! I'm completely naked! Wait…I mean, don't look at me. Look away! I don't have any clothes on."

I pulled off the ripped fabric that was once a blouse and tossed it into the trashcan. I should have tried to hide my body, but I was so embarrassed that I just stood there with my hands over my face as I turned three shades of red. I was now standing in front of Mr. Mills utterly naked from head to toe and Mr. Mills couldn't take his eyes off me.

He said, "Mindy, I hope you don't take offense to this statement, but you're beautiful!"

I blushed and said, "Thank you. You're quite handsome yourself."

He smiled and said, "Don't tease me."

I said, "No really, it's true. Besides, you wouldn't have any interest in me with all the big breasted women in your family."

Mr. Mills sat back down in his chair and asked me to stand in front of him. He reached out and began touching my breasts. I did nothing to stop him. First, Mr. Mills took my breasts in his hands and massaged them, and then he paused and rolled my nipples between his fingers until they were nice and stiff.

Mr. Mills said, "Your breasts feel great to me."

I should have walked away, but the touch of Mr. Mills hands on my breasts felt really good. For some reason, I needed his approval, like a child trying to gain the approval of an authoritative figure. He'd seen me naked and now I needed to know if he liked what he saw.

I turned around and asked, "What about my butt. If you don't mind me saying so, Jennifer and your wife have perfect butts. Do you like my butt after seeing theirs?"

He said, "Oh Mindy, you don't know what you're doing to me! You're half my age, completely naked and asking what I think of your young beautiful body. Mindy, Mindy, Mindy! I shouldn't be doing this, but…"

Mr. Mills grabbed my firm round butt cheeks and then he gently ran his finger up and down my sensitive butt crack. I just love the way that makes me feel.

I said, "Mmm! When you caress my butt crack, it makes me tingle all over!"

Mr. Mills continued to softly touch my butt crack as he said, "You've got a great butt. It's so firm and smooth. When you were lying in bed this morning, I was hoping you'd roll over so that I could see your butt, but you never did. You just laid there, spread eagle for me, which was great, but I wanted to see your butt, too."

I turned around frantically and asked, "You saw me naked?"

He replied, "Well, yes. Jennifer left the door wide open when she took a shower, so I just stood there and watched you sleep for a while. I found it rather exciting to see your cute little naked body right out in the open. I really couldn't help myself."

I asked again, "You watched me sleep…in the nude? You could see my tits and pussy, everything?"

He replied, "Yes. I watched you for quite a while…and I did see everything. You spread your legs so far apart that I even saw your sweet little pussy lips. I just wasn't treated to the sight of your beautiful ass, but now I've had the privilege of seeing that, too. Thanks, you've made this a great weekend for me."

I stood there for a short time, feeling embarrassed, humiliated and violated, and then I asked, "Where was your wife?"

He replied, "She was standing there with me part of the time. That's when she found the camera and took the disk."

I asked, "And she didn't mind that you were looking at a naked little girl?"




College Girls Ch. 09



He said, "Well don't tell Jennifer, but her mother and I occasionally bring another woman into our bed. It spices up our sex life. However, it's always someone our own age."

I said, "Well that explains a few questions I had about a massage last night."

I moved closer to Mr. Mills, but he stopped me and said, "I think you should go now."

Being naked in front of Mr. Mills was suddenly making him uneasy. The closer I got to him, the more uneasy he felt. Now I was starting to feel like the one in control of the situation. I decided to come on a little stronger and make him feel really uncomfortable. He embarrassed me earlier by having me stand naked in front of him on the chair, so I guess I just wanted to get back at him. I looked at Mr. Mills and then I sat on the desk and faced him. My perky breasts were right in front of him and I spread my legs apart, giving Mr. Mills an unobstructed view of my tender young pussy.

I asked, "So your wife doesn't mind that I'm sitting here in the nude, right in front of you?"

He replied, "Well, she told me to have fun before she took Jennifer shopping, but I never thought that it would come to this. It just feels wrong to be with someone that's half my age."

I said in a soft, little girl voice, "You're beginning to hurt my feelings. You said that I was beautiful, you touched my bare breasts, you touched my bare butt and now you're turning me away. I think you should touch everything."

He said, "No, I just don't think I should."

I leaned forward and in a soft sweet voice I said, "Oh please Mr. Mills, finish what you started! Touch my pussy. I want you to touch me and tell me that you like it. If you don't like the way I feel, I'll just walk away and I won't say another word."

I felt vindicated as he mumbled, "I can't do it. This is wrong, this is wrong," but just as I was about to jump off the desk, he inserted his finger inside of me.

Mr. Mills began to move his finger in and out of my pussy. I was going to tell him to stop, that it'd gone too far, but it felt so good that I decided to let it go on just a little longer. Soon I'd reached a point where I couldn't stop and vindication was no longer the motivation for my advances towards Mr. Mills. Satisfaction was now the motivating factor!

As he started making circles inside of me with his finger, I softly moaned, "Oh that's it. I like that…that feels nice. Oh please don't stop. That feels wonderful!"

While he concentrated on me, I used my feet to spread his robe apart. His member sprung to attention and I was very impressed. It was long, thick and rigid. Without warning, I removed his finger from my wet pussy and kneeled over his lap. Even though I'm always flashing and teasing guys, I rarely go all the way. However, I now had an itch in my pussy that only Mr. Mills' throbbing manhood would be able to scratch.

As I held his love muscle in my hand just below my pussy he said, "Wait. What are you doing? We shouldn't be doing this!" 

I slowly inserted his member inside of me and then I asked him in a little girl's voice, "Are you sure we shouldn't be doing this? Mmm, it feels good to me. Doesn't it feel good to you? I think we should do this."

I slowly moved up and down in his lap, driving his manhood deeper and deeper inside of me until I was able to take all of it.

As I continued to ride Mr. Mills, he just kept saying, "This is crazy. You're so young. This is crazy."

As I moved up and down in front of him, I whispered, "How does it feel?"

He replied, "Wet and tight, but this is so wrong. You're my daughter's age, you're my daughter's friend!"

I softly kissed his ear and whispered, "Well then, maybe I should stop" and I teasingly tried to climb off him.

He held me in place and urged me to continue. Using his strong hands, he held my hips and moved me up and down as he thrust himself deep inside of me. I was making long strokes, going all the way down to the base of his penis and then rising up to a point where it almost fell out. I could feel that the excitement was increasing him because he was getting even stiffer and more rigid inside of me.

Mr. Mills started massaging my little clitty, while he softly kissed my nipples. The feeling inside of me was building and building. My body was so tense. He was doing everything perfectly and I was about to reach the point of no return.

I started panting, "Oh yes, that's it, that's it! Don't stop…don't stop! I'm just about there, almost there…no I'm there, I'm there! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

After listening to me reach my orgasm, Mr. Mills couldn't hold back any longer and exploded inside of me. We just held each other for a while, but then it sounded as if Jennifer and her mom were home, so I hugged him and told him that I'd better go.

As I walked up the steps, still in the nude, I was surprised to discover that Jennifer and her mom hadn't come home. What I'd heard was the sound of Tommy's three friends coming into the house for a visit. There I stood, totally naked in front of four eighteen-year-old boys and to make matters worse, Tommy had put a new disk in his camera and he was recording again!

I turned towards the boys, giving them an unobstructed view of my bare breasts and naked pussy, and then I asked Tommy if he was going to introduce me. The boys just stood there with their mouths wide open, so I giggled and continued up the steps. They quickly moved to the bottom of the staircase to get a good look at my bare butt until I disappeared down the hall. When I stepped into the shower, I suddenly realized that after everything I'd been through, I'd left the disk in office!

I finished taking a shower, but I couldn't find a full-sized bath towel. Only a small hand-towel hung in the bathroom. I dried off, fixed my hair, etc., and then I held the small towel in front of me and walked down the hall. My backside was completely exposed and when I held the tiny towel high enough to cover my breasts, the bottom of the towel just barely covered my pussy hair.

As I walked down the hall, I heard some commotion in Tommy's room. I should have quickly gotten dressed, but my curiosity got the best of me and I walked right past Jennifer's room. I popped my head into Tommy's room to see what was going on, and there was Tommy, with his three friends, looking at me on the computer screen. Apparently, they'd found the videodisk!

I walked in and all of the boys' mouths dropped open because my only protection from their hungry eyes was that small towel. Tommy was sitting at his desk and his friends were seated behind him on the bed.

With my bare ass right in front of the boys on the bed, I asked Tommy, "Where's your dad?"

He replied, "Mom and sis' have a dead battery, so he went to help them."

I was facing Tommy and my breasts were covered, but I think some of my pussy hair was peeking out from below the towel as I asked, "What are you watching?"

He said, "Nothing" and tried to minimize the screen.

I walked next to him and bent over to grab the mouse. My naked ass was completely exposed to the boys on the bed and with my legs awkwardly spread, I'll bet they could see my bare beaver from behind, too. I heard smirks and giggling behind me, so I was sure that my bare backside was causing a stir in the young boys' pants.

As I reached down to work the mouse, I had to let go of one side of the towel. My right tit was showing, but only Tommy could see it. I maximized the screen to discover that they'd indeed found the disk. The disk had just started and so far, the only one naked on the screen was me! I turned to the boys on the bed. The towel was still only covering my left breast and half of my pussy hair was showing in front, too.

I said, "You boys should be ashamed of yourselves, spying on an innocent girl. You shouldn't watch me get undressed. Those were private moments. In fact, you shouldn't be looking at me now, either. This was the only towel I could find and it doesn't hide much. Turn your heads!"

They looked away as I turned back around to face Tommy, but when I looked over my shoulder, the boys were focused on me once again.

I said, "Tommy, you need to give me that disk now. Your sister is naked on that disk, too. Do you really want your friends to see your sister in the nude?"

The boys started cheering behind me, but I said, "I'm putting a stop to this right now!"

I leaned across the desk and my bare butt was up high in the air for all the boys to see. I opened the disk drive and removed the disk, but I dropped my towel on the floor in the process.

I said, "Oops, I dropped my towel" as I stood there naked in front of the boys.

I continued, "Can one of you boys pick up my towel for me?"

A short heavy-set boy picked up the towel, but refused to give it back. I didn't even need the towel because I had the disk, but I decided to have some fun with the boys. The fat boy held the towel behind his back and as I reached around behind him in an attempt to retrieve the towel, I pressed my left breast right into his face. He got so excited that he dropped the towel.

I bent over to pick up the towel, just as another boy reached for it from behind me. My timing couldn't have been better as I pushed my bare ass right into his face. I could actually feel his nose pressing into my butt crack. Then he tossed the towel to Tommy. I stood sideways between Tommy and the boys, and then demanded the towel. They started tossing the towel back and forth, like a game of keep-away. Every time they tossed the towel, I would jump for it, causing my boobies to bounce up and down. The boys really enjoyed that, so they kept it up for a while and I made sure that I didn't catch the towel. I was acting embarrassed and pretending that I wanted to get the towel back, but actually I was getting a thrill out of teasing all the young boys with my naked body.

Finally, the towel fell on the floor and I bent over to pick it up. Now a very good-looking young boy seated behind me leaned forward to get the towel and he purposely pushed his face into my butt. He put the towel behind his back and fell backwards onto the bed, carrying me with him in the process. He was lying on the bed and I was sitting on his face. My bare butt was on top of him until I put my knees underneath me and leaned forward a little. Now my sweet snatch was right above the young boy's mouth!

As I pretended to try to get the towel out from under him, he started kissing and licking my pussy. He obviously didn't know what he was doing, but he occasionally hit the right spot, causing me to shutter. As I pulled the towel out from under him, the little fat boy grabbed it and put it under his back. I knew what he wanted, so I straddled his faced and tried to get the towel. This boy really didn't know what he was doing and I quickly yanked the towel away from him, but it fell into the middle of the bed.

I was naked, on my hands and knees in the middle of the bed with the towel underneath me, and all four boys were reaching for it. Well, actually they were reaching for me! The really good-looking boy placed a finger inside of my wet pussy and started moving it in and out. Tommy and the fat boy each grabbed a breast. First, they massaged my breasts and then they placed their lips on my nipples and started kissing and sucking on them. The last boy began kissing my bare butt, but then he put his tongue in my butt crack and started licking all over. That was a new sensation I'd never experienced before. When he put his tongue on my butt-hole, it sent chills down my spine!

I guess the good-looking boy knew more than I'd originally thought because he started licking my love button as he fingered me. Every spot on my body was being licked or caressed and it felt wonderful. The tension was building inside of me. It was getting stronger and stronger as the young boys experimented with my body. The fat boy couldn't take it anymore. He pulled out his erection and started to stroke himself.

The feeling had built up inside of me until I couldn't hold on any longer and I started screaming, "Yes, oh yes! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

I was spent and I rolled over onto my back. I was completely naked with four teenaged boys looking down on me. I didn't try to hide anything. The four boys just stared at me for the longest time. They just didn't seem to get tired of looking at my perky breasts, tender pink nipples and soft auburn pussy hair.

The boys started laughing at the fat boy who was still masturbating, so I said, "Only a real man would do what he's doing. You boys are missing out. In fact, I think you should all take your clothes off and touch yourselves. Otherwise, I'm going into the other room and put my clothes on."

They looked at each other and then they started taking their clothes off as fast as they could. I was still lying on the bed looking up as four naked young boys stood above me with their boners pointing out in front of them. The boys were still studying my naked body, as I made no attempt to hide my breasts or pussy from the boys' view.

The boys just stood there motionless, so I gently touched and stroked each boy's penis a few times to get them started. They all loved my soft touch and begged for more, but I told them that they had to take care of themselves. I just wanted to watch. Each boy took his member in his hand and began to stroke it, but the door suddenly opened. In popped Jennifer. She was so surprised to see all of the naked young boys that she was speechless. Jennifer locked the door behind her and demanded to know what was going on. The distraction of Jennifer caused the boys to get embarrassed. They tried to hide themselves and even lost their erections.

I said, "Jennifer, leave these poor boys alone. They just want to pleasure themselves while looking at a naked girl."

Jennifer said sarcastically, "Well then maybe I should strip for them, too!"

The boys got big smiles on their faces, so I said, "Yes, that would be a great idea. Then I wouldn't have to be the only naked girl in the room."

Jennifer said, "I was kidding. I'm not going to take my clothes off for these little perverts!"

However, when she saw the sad looks on the naked boys' faces, she said, "Well, I guess I could stand to lose these sweatpants."

Jennifer was at the foot of the bed with Tommy's three friends looking at her. Tommy had his back to his sister. She turned around and slowly worked the sweatpants over her pretty butt. Jennifer had to bend over to slide the sweatpants down her legs and she was only wearing a tiny thong that went right up into her butt crack. Her entire butt was showing for the boys enjoy.

The boys started stroking themselves again as Jennifer turned around and in an embarrassed voice said, "Oh no Mindy! I didn't realize how tiny these panties are. The boys can practically see my brown pussy hair right through the front of this little thong."

That really got the boys going so I asked, "Why don't you show the boys your matching bra?"

She replied, "No, I couldn't. I'm embarrassed enough as it is."

I urged, "Come on Jennifer. It'd be just like wearing a swimming suit."

She finally said, "Okay," and took off her T-shirt.

The boys' eyes practically popped out of their heads because Jennifer's underwear was nowhere near as concealing as a swimming suit. The boys could see her rosy round nipples right through the flimsy bra. When Jennifer saw their hungry eyes, she became even more embarrassed and placed her hands over her breasts. However, squeezing her melons just accentuated her cleavage, and in the process of pushing her breasts together, the front clasp of her bra popped open and the bra-straps tumbled down her arms.

Jennifer said, "Oh no, my bra fell off," and when she reached for it, she left her boobs out in the open for everyone to see.

I said, "Just leave it off…and loose those panties, too."

Jennifer dropped the bra to the floor, but as she continued holding her hands over her bare boobs, she said, "No way, not my panties!"

I said, "Come on Jennifer. These boys need some stimulation. Besides, you can see right through those panties. The boys can see your dark pussy hair whether you wear that thong or not!"

Jennifer's red face tilted down as she took a good look at how exposed her brunette bush was through the thin material of her panties. Reluctantly, she slowly moved her hands from her breasts and lowered them to her little undies. The boys were watching intensely as she hooked her thumbs inside of the waistband of her panties and began to slowly slide them down in front.

Inch by inch, her panties descended in front of her as her neatly trimmed brown pussy hair came into view. When the panties reached her thighs and her pussy was finally totally exposed, she thrust her big breasts forward by leaning over and slowly pushing the panties to the floor. Jennifer stood up and her large breasts, rosy nipples and hairy triangle were all out in the open for the boys to see.

She said, "Are you happy Mindy? Now I'm not wearing any underwear at all! My boobies and pussy hair are right out where everyone can see them. All I have on are these white socks. Maybe you want me to take them off, too!"

I said, "Well as a matter of fact, yes."

The boys were really stroking themselves hard and fast as Jennifer put one foot on the bed, spreading her legs wide in the process. As she slowly rolled her white sock over her ankle, the boys had an unobstructed view of her entire pussy, including her pretty pussy lips. I reached over and spread her moist slit apart to make sure that all of the boys got a good look at Jennifer's sweet snatch. That was all the boys could take. Almost in unison, the boys started shooting their load into the air and it was all landing on me!

When they were finished, Jennifer and I picked up our clothes and the disk. However, before I left the room, I noticed that Tommy's camera was still running. I opened the camera and took that disk, too. We waved goodbye, giving the boys one last look at our naked butts before exiting the bedroom.

The next day, Jennifer and I returned to school, but it was a weekend we wouldn't forget, thanks to the videodisks!