After four wild years in high school I’d already
had enough of partying, immature boys and sexual
experimentation. I decided not to go to college,
where so many confused teenagers go to “find
themselves”, because I’d already sewn my wild oats,
so to speak. I knew that there was more to life
than getting drunk, and my sexual preference tended
towards older partners (men and women) rather than
teenage frat boys. Also, I was anxious to get out
in the real world and make a little cash.
Four years and a string of shitty jobs later, I
realized that college had more to offer than sex
and partying. I needed a degree! So, at 22, I went
back to school for graphic design. I felt that I
was too old to be living in the dorms with a bunch
of 18 year olds, and I couldn’t afford an
apartment, so for two years I lived at my parent’s
house and commuted an hour each way to school every
day. All the driving and traffic started to really
make me crazy, so for my junior year I decided I
needed to live closer to campus. Since I still
couldn’t afford an apartment, I looked into
becoming a Residence Assistant in the dorms.
Each floor in the dorm had one R.A. that lived on
the hall and was in charge of making sure all the
drunken co-eds weren’t running around burning down
the school. They also acted as moderators for
disputes between roommates and were supposed to be
a friendly ear to help the students with any other
problems. They got their room and meals for free,
and even got a small paycheck. The best part was
that they didn’t have to share their tiny dorm room
with a roommate-each R.A. got his/her own room.
I applied for the position and a few weeks later
the Dean of Student Housing called me up and told
me to come see him for an interview. My grades and
resume were not all that impressive, so I knew I
was going to have to do something to impress him.
On the day of the interview, I wore my shortest
black skirt, platform sandals, and a white see-
through button down blouse with French cuffs with
the first three buttons undone, showing lots of my
36C cleavage and a black lace bra underneath. I
tied my long red hair into two braids, so that I
would look cute and playful rather than slutty.
My plan worked, because I caught the Dean peaking
at my chest a couple of times during the interview.
I sat across from him with my legs crossed, but
every so often I’d uncross them, giving the Dean a
glimpse of my white panties. On the way out of his
office, I purposely dropped my keys and then bent
over at the waist to pick them up, causing my short
skirt to ride up and making my butt cheeks and
panties visible to him. A few days later he called
me back and told me I got the job.
When the time came to move in to the dorm, I was a
little nervous. First of all, I got stuck with a
freshman hall, so I knew the kids would be
especially young and immature. Secondly, it was an
all-girls hall, and I wasn’t sure how they would
respond to a 24 year old chick telling them what to
do. I remember how rebellious and independent I was
at 18, and girls at that age can tend to be quite
bitchy. They think they’re god’s gift to the world,
and they can be very competitive and
confrontational with other girls, especially older
girls who are trying to boss them around.
I decided I would be as lenient as I could at first
in order to gain their trust. On the first day of
school, I went door to door introducing myself,
seeing if anyone needed help moving their stuff in,
and passing out cookies that I had baked myself. I
offered to give them rides if they ever needed to
go anywhere, since most of them didn’t have cars
and I did.
At each room I went to, I was amazed at how
beautiful these girls were. This being the end of
August, the dorm was very hot, and the girls were
wearing very, very little as they were moving their
stuff in and unpacking boxes. As I said, I’m
usually attracted to older men and women, but some
of these girls were just breathtaking. Because my
college was primarily an art school, it didn’t
attract a lot of book-wormy nerdy types. Most of
the girls there were very expressive and unique and
fashionable. I knew that it would be wrong to
become involved with one of my residents, so I
tried to push the thought out of my mind.
Some of the girls were genuinely appreciative of my
gesture, but some I could tell were thinking, “who
the fuck is this chick, Betty Crocker?” and would
probably make fun of me as soon as I was gone. One
of the girls who was particularly cold to me was
Michele. When I got to her room, her door was open
but her back was to me. She was easily 5’8″ tall
with brown wavy hair. She was wearing a tight
white ribbed tank top, brown work boots, and short,
short, cutoff jean shorts.
As I was about to say hello, she bent over her desk
to plug her computer in, causing her shorts to ride
way up her ass, exposing much of her cheeks to me.
She had a beautiful, plump butt, meaty thighs and
long tan legs. Instead of interrupting what she was
doing, I decided to watch her a little longer. She
continued to work, lifting large boxes of school
supplies and clothes. I still had not seen her
face, but her body was amazing. She was a big girl,
not fat or flabby, but she had strong, thick arms
and large, round breasts.
As much as I enjoyed watching this specimen work, I
decided I didn’t want to get caught staring, so I
knocked on the open door.
“What?” she responded, without turning to see who
was knocking.
“Um, hi, I’m Jamie, your R.A. I just wanted to
introduce myself and see if you needed a hand.”
“Nope, I got it.”
“Oh, okay. Well I baked some cookies so when you
take a break. I’ll just leave them on the desk.” I
walked in and placed some cookies on her desk, and
she finally turned to look at me.
“Thanks.”
I was speechless. This girl was absolutely
gorgeous. She had big brown eyes, strong
cheekbones, and a dimple in her chin. The sweat
from her chest made her tank top cling to her large
breasts, and her dark areolas were visible through
the thin material. I was completely caught off-
guard by this large and yet feminine and sexy
creature. Because of my dumbfounded amazement of
her, I couldn’t think of what to say, and I could
feel my face turn bright red. She looked at me
curiously, not knowing what to think of my
behavior. I could sense that she just wanted me to
leave, so I did just that.
“Well, if you need anything just let me know.”
I turned and left her room, but for the rest of the
day I could not get her out of my mind.
That night I went down the hall to the bathroom to
brush my teeth and wash my face before bed. As I
was standing at the sink, Michele stepped out of
one of the showers behind me with nothing on but a
towel. I watched her through the mirror as she
unwrapped the towel and started to dry herself off.
Her large womanly breasts were exposed, glistening
with drops of water. The change in temperature from
the hot shower to the cold bathroom made her
nipples hard, and I was mesmerized. She bent over
to pick up her toiletries case, causing her tits to
swing low and her necklace to dangle. As she stood
up she caught me staring through the mirror.
“That’s a beautiful necklace,” I said, trying to
play it off.
“Thanks, my mom gave it to me,” she said, walking
towards the sink next to me.
‘Nice,’ I thought to myself, ‘she believed me that
I was only looking at her necklace.’ Since our
conversation from earlier in the day hadn’t gone
quite so well, I decided to try again.
“Are you and your mom close?”
“We were. She’s dead.”
Oops. I felt like such a schmuck. I didn’t know
what to say, but luckily her roommate, Angie,
walked into the bathroom at that very moment and
told her she had a phone call from her boyfriend.
“I just got out of the shower, can you tell him
I’ll call him right back?”
“What do I look like, your secretary?” Angie
replied smartly, and then left.
“What a bitch,” Michele said under her breath, but
loud enough to let me know she wasn’t happy with
the results of the random roommate selection
process. She gathered her things and walked out of
the bathroom.
I finished what I was doing and went back to my
room. As I got undressed, I was looking at my body
in the mirror. I’m built a lot like Michele,
actually, but I’m much shorter. My large chest and
big ass always got me noticed, especially since I
love wearing skintight jeans and showing my
cleavage. But at 5’2″, I wasn’t nearly the goddess
that Michele was. I couldn’t believe how much I was
thinking about her. I had never noticed 18 year
olds before that day, but then again she was no
ordinary 18-year-old. She looked like a woman.
My mind kept re-playing the images from earlier in
the day, first watching her beautiful bare butt
cheeks as she bent over her desk, her sweaty
nipples showing through the skin-tight tank top,
and then watching her wet naked body as she stepped
out of the shower.
I decided to make the most out of having a room to
myself. I opened up my lingerie drawer and pulled
out my black fishnet bodystocking. I slipped it on,
lit some candles, and put on some jazz. I stood in
front of the mirror, slowly dancing to the music,
admiring the way the bodystocking clung to every
little curve on my voluptuous body. My hands
started to explore my breasts, rubbing my nipples
until they were erect and poked out through the
holes in the fishnet material. I turned around, my
back to the mirror, and bent over until my hair
swung down to the floor.
Through my legs I looked into the mirror at the
reflection of my large, round ass. The cut-out
hole in the crotch of the bodystocking left my
pussy exposed, and I could smell my sex already
brewing between my legs. I strained my neck,
wanting nothing more than to lick my own pussy
lips, but I knew that was impossible.
Growing impatient, I went to my bed and laid down
on my back. I quickly dipped two fingers into my
love pot, then brought the soaking digits up to my
mouth and licked them dry. I was now completely
lost in my own womanhood. With one hand I pinched
and rubbed my nipples, with the other I played with
my sensitive pussy. I slapped my clit until it
stung with pain, then forcefully fucked myself with
my hand. The images of Michele crept back into my
mind. I imagined walking into her room as she was
bent over the desk. I would get down on my knees
behind her and grab two handfuls of her meaty ass,
massing and rubbing her cheeks.
I wanted to pull those cut-off jean shorts down to
her ankles and bury my face in her crack. I wanted
to taste her musky asshole and rub my nose between
her labia, taking in and savoring the aroma of her
sex. Before my fantasy got any further, I was
climaxing, over and over, one after another, until
my body was spent and I couldn’t move. I lay there
motionless, in a daze, wondering to myself if
Michele was attracted to women and if not, could I
seduce her? I slept that night in my bodystocking
and with my butt in a puddle of pussy juice on my
sheets.
Classes started the next day and pretty soon
everyone fell into their own routines. My fears
about having a freshman girls’ hall came true, as
little cliques formed amongst the girls. Athletes
hung out with athletes, hot girls hung out with
other hot girls, and if you weren’t in one of those
groups then you were a “loser”. It’s a shame the
way girls can be so competitive and catty, but I
tried to stay above all that and be an objective
voice of reason.
All that the hot, popular girls cared about was
getting drunk and hooking up with guys at frat
parties, or smoking pot in their rooms. I didn’t
want to be too much of a hard-ass at first, so I
let them slide when I could. But when I bitched at
them about leaving their sweaty work-out clothes in
the hallway, or for not cleaning up their messes in
the kitchen, I always got dirty looks and I
suspected they didn’t like me too much. I even
overheard some of them talking behind my back about
how old I was, or how I never went out to parties.
Instead of being upset, though, I just felt sorry
for these spoiled brats who went around spending
daddy’s money, having no idea what real life was
like.
I had already outgrown that whole frat party scene,
and hooking up with a drunk 20 year old guy was not
my idea of a good time. Still, seeing the girls on
my hall get all dressed up for a night out, and
then come home screaming and laughing made me think
back to how much fun it used to be in high school
when I’d go out with all my friends. I guess a part
of me was jealous of their care-free ways and I
secretly wanted to be included. But I knew that as
long as they saw me as an old, pathetic authority
figure they would not want to hang out with me.
One Sunday afternoon, a couple of weeks into the
semester, I was sitting in my room doing homework.
I had just come back from church, so I was still
wearing my short, light blue, flowered sundress,
but I kicked off my flip flops and peeled off my
thong so that I could get comfortable. I heard some
screaming coming from down the hall followed by a
door slamming loudly shut. I walked out into the
hall to see what the fuss was all about, when I saw
Michele walking towards me, crying. She was
wearing dark blue jeans that hung low on her wide
hips, tightly clinging to her butt and thighs, then
flaring out a little below her knees to her feet,
which were wearing black high-heeled loafers with
two-inch platforms. She had a dark green sweater
with _ length sleeves and a deep V-cut neck that
revealed a good four inches of her cleavage. Her
hair was pulled back and tears were streaming down
her gorgeous face.
“Michele?,” I asked, “are you okay?”
“No, Angie is a total bitch. You have to get me a
new roommate.”
“It’s not that easy, Michele. You two have to try
to work things out first. Why don’t you come in and
tell me what happened.”
She followed me into my room and I closed the door
behind her. She stood in the middle of my room with
her back to me, and I took a moment to take in the
sight of her lovely round ass held tightly by her
dark jeans. My mind recalled the images from the
first day of school and how I had wanted to peel
off her shorts and bury my face in her cheeks, but
I quickly got a hold of myself. Even though this
was the first time I’d had this beautiful girl
alone in my room, my motives were purely innocent.
My mind was on helping her, not humping her.
I invited her to sit down, and she chose the edge
of my bed. I pulled the chair from desk over and
sat across from her with my legs crossed. She’d
stopped crying, so I asked her,
“So what’s up with you and Angie?”
“She never gives me my messages, she smokes
cigarettes all the time, she’s a slob, and she’s
locked me out of the room three times this week. I
always let her borrow my make-up and clothes, but
today I wanted to borrow her car to go to the mall
and she was like ‘I don’t let anyone drive my car.’
It’s not like she drives a Mercedes, she drives a
fucking Volvo.”
“Well, it can be hard getting used to living with
someone. Just give it a little more time. If you’d
like, I can set something up so that the three of
us sit down and talk things out.”
“Okay, I guess we can try that but I doubt it will
work. She just hates me.”
“I’m sure she doesn’t hate you, Michele. You have
to put yourself in her shoes. She’s probably just
envious of you. She’s a little overweight, and not
that popular, and you’re beautiful and you have a
boyfriend.”
That’s when she started to cry again.
“He broke up with me last week.”
“Oh, Michele, I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. What
happened?”
“He said we were going to stay together, but two
weeks away from each other and he’s already with
someone else. I hate men, they’re fucking assholes.
I’m so alone here, I have no one to talk to.”
“What about Sara and Lisa and Jannelle? I always
see you hanging out with those girls.” Michele,
obviously, was in the hot and popular crowd, and
the four girls were always together.
“Yeah, they’re fun to hang out with, they know how
to have a good time, but I don’t trust them at all.
They’re so superficial and competitive, if they
sense weakness they just tease you about it and try
to gain control over you. They’re all about being
popular. You’re the only one I can trust.”
“Me? I thought you hated me.”
“No, not at all Jamie. I’m sorry if I’ve been a
bitch to you, it’s just that this is my first time
away from home and it’s been rough for me. My mom
died a few years ago and I’ve been really close
with my dad, and now that I’m away I miss him so
much.”
“I know how you feel. I lost my mom when I was
young, too, and I’m living proof that it does get
easier.”
“See, I knew you would understand me. I actually
look up to you, I really admire you for having the
courage to come back to school at your age.” Great.
Here I was, lusting for this tall, beautiful,
youthful creature, and she thought of me as an old
woman.
“My age? I’m only 24.”
“I know. I didn’t mean it like you’re old. I just
respect you. You’re kind of like the big sister on
the hall. I never had an older sister myself, so.”
“Well, my door is always open, come by anytime,
really, for anything.”
“Well, now that you mention it, I kinda still need
a get to the mall. See, we’re all going out tonight
and I wanted to get a new outfit. Hey, why don’t
you come out with us?”
As much as I wanted to spend more time with
Michele, a night at a smelly frat house just wasn’t
appealing. “No thanks, I think I’ve outgrown the
fraternity scene.”
“No, we’re going to a club in the city. It’s 18 and
over night, so there won’t be any alcohol, but the
music is really good.”
It had been a long time since I’d been out dancing,
and the thought of watching Michele move her body
all night was starting to get me excited.
“Yeah, okay, why not? I could use a new pair of
shoes, so I’ll go with you to the mall!”
We left my room, went out to the parking lot and
got in my car. On the way to the mall, we chatted
about classes, professors, and other stuff like
that. Then halfway through the car ride Michele got
strangely quiet. I turned my head to see if maybe
she was crying again, but she wasn’t. I caught her
staring out of the corner of her eye at my lap, but
she quickly looked away out the passenger side
window.
I looked down, wondering what she’d been looking
at. When I got into the car I must have
instinctively hiked my dress up a little, as I love
to feel the leather seat against my bare ass
cheeks. I’d forgotten that I’d taken my thong off
earlier, so the whole time I was driving my bald
pussy was completely exposed. I pretended not to
notice, purposely wanting to see what Michele’s
reaction would be.
She never said anything about it, and after I asked
her about her hometown, the conversation picked up
again. Before we got to the mall, though, I caught
her peeking one or two more times at my pussy. My
dirty mind thought: ‘maybe if she likes to look at
it, she’ll like to lick it sometime.’
We finally got to the mall and it was packed. We
headed right for Express because Michele had a
credit card there. The stuff there was way too
expensive for me, but I picked out a few things
just to try on anyway. The store was so crowded
that we had to wait in line for a dressing room.
Finally when one opened up, I suggested that we
share it, partly because I was tired of waiting,
partly because I wanted to see Michele undress, and
partly to see what her answer would be.
Before she answered me, though, the dressing room
attendant told us that sharing was not allowed, so
Michele went first because she had a lot more items
to try on. I finally got a room of my own, tried on
the overpriced rags, and left. As I was walking out
of my dressing room, Michele was coming out of
hers, looking absolutely stunning. She had on a
silver, glittery, tight, sleeveless turtleneck, a
black skirt cut just above her knees with slits up
both sides, and her platform loafers. She looked
fucking hot.
“Do you like this?” she asked.
“Oh my god, yeah, you look incredible in that.”
“Really? Thanks. There’s one more I want to try on
but I need your help buttoning up the back of it.”
The attendant wasn’t looking, so I slipped into
Michele’s dressing room with her. She pulled the
turtleneck over her head, and I suddenly had my
first up-close look at her breasts. She must have
been a 38D, and they were straining to pop out of
her bra. Before I could even take it all in, off
came the skirt, and this gorgeous girl was standing
less than two feet away from me in nothing but her
bra, a thong, and high-heeled platform shoes which
made her tower over me at about 5’11”. I was in
heaven.
“You have an incredible body, Michele.” I told her,
trying to flirt, albeit subtly.
“Oh, thanks. I think I’m fat.” She took the
compliment.
“Fat? Yeah, right. You look good. I used to have a
complex about my body, but now I love being
voluptuous. I like having a big butt and big
chest.”
“Yeah, well you carry it well. And guys like it.”
“Exactly.” And so do girls, I hoped.
She started to put on what looked like a long black
overcoat by slipping her arms into the long-sleeves
first, except that it buttoned up the back instead
of the front. It was very elegant, covering almost
her entire body down to her ankles, but the
material was completely sheer. It looked like
something you might see Tyra Banks wearing in a
Victoria’s Secret catalog. I started buttoning at
the top by her neck, working my way down her back.
When I got to her butt, I was having a little
trouble getting the buttons to reach the
buttonholes over her large ass. I didn’t want to
tell her to get a bigger size since she’d already
made that fat comment to me, so I pulled the
material of the gown with one hand while pushing
her butt cheeks in with the other.
“Sorry” I said.
“That’s okay, I didn’t think I’d fit into this
anyway. I just really want to see what it looks
like on me. Don’t be shy.”
Hmmm, I thought, was that a hint? I decided to test
her out, in a joking way.
“Okay, I won’t,” I said, and then I cupped both my
hands beneath each of her ass cheeks and squeezed
two handfuls of flesh.
“Ooh, Jamie. I had no idea you felt that way,” she
said mockingly.
“You like that?” I laughed, as I buttoned the last
of the buttons. “Okay, all done.”
She turned around. “How do I look?”
She looked like a supermodel, except about 30
pounds heavier. The gown covered every inch of her
body, from her neck down to her feet, but it was
completely see-through, showing off her incredible
assets.
“You look fucking hot!” I said.
She looked in the mirror. “Yeah, I do. Hmm, I’d
fuck me.”
Me, too, I thought.
“I don’t think I’m going to get it though. Thanks,
Jamie. I think I can unbutton it myself.”
I guess that meant she wanted me to leave the
dressing room. Too bad, I wanted to see her in her
underwear one more time and I especially wanted to
watch her squeeze into her tight jeans and sweater,
but that vision of her in the see-through gown
would be enough to satisfy my fantasies for at
least a couple of weeks. As I turned to walk out,
she grabbed my ass with one hand.
“Now we’re even,” she said with a smile.
As I waited for her to emerge from the dressing
room, I was satisfied that my playful overtures
weren’t being repelled, and that in fact she was
returning the favor. I decided it was time to step
up the seduction a little more. After she paid for
her clothes, we headed towards Payless Shoe Store,
a shop a little bit more in my budget. When we got
there, I was excited to see they were having a
sale, 50% off their already cheap prices.
Of course, the store was mobbed, but we pushed our
way through to the size 7 aisle. My attention was
caught by a pair of knee-high black leather
platform boots in a fake alligator skin pattern. I
pretended to not be able to get them on by myself
because the zipper was stuck. Michele noticed my
dilemma and offered to give me a hand.
I sat down on a chair at the end of the crowded
aisle. All the people pushing and shoving to get
to the bargain footwear actually provided us with a
good deal of privacy- everyone was too busy
fighting for shoes to notice what anybody else was
doing. Michele kneeled down on the floor in between
my legs. She guided my foot into the boot, then
began zipping it up, squeezing my calves with her
hand until the leather clung tightly to my legs.
When she finished the first boot she looked up at
me, asking if it felt okay.
“Yeah, fine.” I replied.
As her eyes traveled away from mine and towards the
floor to pick up the other boot, she was distracted
by the vision coming from between my legs. I guess
she had temporarily forgotten that I wasn’t wearing
panties, but her memory was quickly refreshed. She
stared at my bald pussy for a second or two, then
started working on the other boot. As she did, I
asked her, “Like the view from down there?”
She looked up at me smiling at her with a naughty
look in my eye.
“Sorry,” she apologized.
“Don’t be,” I assured her, “it’s not like you’ve
never seen another girl’s pussy before, right?”
“No, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen one this up-
close before.”
“Well then you better take a good look while you
have the chance.”
She took the bait, and took another quick look.
“How’s it look?” I asked.
“It’s nice, I like the way it’s totally shaved.
I’ve never done that.”
“Really? You should try it sometime. It feels
really nice, especially when you’re masturbating.”
“Oh.” she said, looking a bit surprised at my
candor. “Well, I’ve never done that either.”
“You’re kidding. Why not?”
“I don’t know, it just doesn’t seem right.”
“Yeah, I guess I used to feel that way too. I keep
forgetting you’re only 18. You still have a lot to
learn.”
Both boots were on by now, so I got up and walked
around in them. I liked them a lot, and at $20 they
were a steal. I bought them and we were on our way
back out to my car.
On the way home, Michele was very quiet. I figured
she was thinking about all that happened today,
from the butt squeezing to the peep show.
“What’s on your mind?” I asked.
“Oh, nothing.”
“Come on, you can tell me.”
“Well, I’ve been thinking about what you said,
about masturbating. Now that I don’t have a
boyfriend I’ve been pretty horny lately, and well,
I just wouldn’t even know what to do.” Interesting,
I thought, a horny, single girl with pussy on her
mind.
“Well, it’s kind of hard to explain. It’s really
something you have to be shown. Here.”
I hiked up my dress and leaned the seat back a
little bit, pushing my butt up towards the steering
wheel. With one hand I drove the car, and with the
other I started rubbing my pussy mound.
“I like to start by just rubbing all around,
teasing myself.” I tried to speak as slowly and
seductively as I could. “Then when I can feel
myself starting to get wet, I just slide one finger
in between my lips and rub it up and down, up and
down.”
Michele was staring at my pussy in slack-jawed
amazement.
“You have to find your clit, which is up here at
the top, and just rub it and rub it until it gets
swollen. That’s the most sensitive spot and it
feels amazing.” I was really getting into it now,
and having Michele watch me was a major turn-on.
“Then when I feel the urge to have something deep
inside me, I stick two fingers all the way in and
start fucking myself like my fingers were a cock.”
I worked my fingers in and out slowly, hypnotizing
Michele as she watched my fingers disappear over
and over again into my soaking wet pussy.
Little by little I felt my impending orgasm growing
inside me, and soon I was really going at it,
thrashing my hole and rubbing my clit with my thumb
while still trying to drive down the highway. The
closer I came to climaxing, the harder my foot
pressed down on the accelerator and before I knew
it we were going about 85 mph. Michele was too
captivated by my display to say anything, and soon
she was watching me come all over my hand. My
pelvis gyrated and I moaned loudly, a little extra
loudly for her benefit. “Uuuhhhhhhh.oh that feels
so gooood. Mmmmmm..”
When the waves of my orgasm subsided, I had pussy
juice all over my hand and the car seat. I brought
my fingers up to my mouth and licked them clean,
then went back down to my crotch for a little more.
“Ugh, that’s gross,” Michele said, making a face.
“No, it’s not. I used to think it was, but now I
actually like it. The taste and smell of your own
juices is actually an aphrodisiac and it can really
be a turn-on.”
“Really? It just seems so nasty.”
“Michele, you can’t be afraid of your vagina. You
have to get to know it, and be good to it, and it
will be good to you. It can be a girl’s best
friend.”
“Well, I don’t know if I’m ready for all that yet.
But thanks for showing me anyway, I appreciate it.”
“You probably think I’m some kind of nympho freak
now, right?”
“No, not at all. I mean, I think about sex all the
time. It’s normal. I guess I’ve just been afraid to
do anything about it on my own. But you’re not a
freak, I know a lot of girls do it. You’re normal.
I’m the freak.”
“When the time is right you’ll be ready.”
“Yeah, I guess so. It did look like you were really
enjoying yourself. You had the most intense and
erotic look on your face, it was really sexy.”
Hmm, she thought I was sexy. This day was getting
better and better.
We got back to school and headed up to our floor.
When we got to the top of the stairs, Michele said,
“Well, thanks for taking me to the mall and for all
your, um, advice. I had a lot of fun with you.”
“Me, too, you’re a great shopping buddy.”
“Well, I’ll stop by your room around 10 and we’ll
all go to the club, okay?”
“Sure, I’m looking forward to it.”
As I was getting ready for my night out with the
girls, I couldn’t help but thinking that my plan to
seduce Michele was going better than expected. I
was encouraged by her reactions to my comments and
gestures, and I thought that with a little bit of
luck I might be able to close the deal tonight.
After showering and shaving my legs, I started to
get dressed. I put on a black thong, tight black
stretchy spandex pants, my new boots, and a pink
tube top with no bra. I combed my long red hair
straight, with a part down the middle. The tight
top clung to my breasts tightly, and my large
behind was accentuated by the spandex pants. I was
ready for some fun.
Michele stopped by my room right around 10, and she
looked better than ever. She was wearing the black
skirt she’d bought earlier in the day with the two
slits up either side. She had on sheer thigh-high
stockings, the tops of which you could see from the
slits in her skirt. She had on black patent leather
high-heeled platform Mary Janes, and on top she
wore a long-sleeved black denim shirt with two
front breast pockets and a wide butterfly collar
with the top three buttons unbuttoned, showing lots
and lots of cleavage. Her hair was done in tight,
frizzy curls.
“Hey, Jamie, you look cute.”
“Thanks, sweetie, looking good yourself.”
“Listen, I’m really sorry, but the other girls have
been drinking in their rooms for the past two hours
and none of them can drive. Please don’t write them
up, they’d be so pissed if I squealed on them, but
we need someone who’s sober to drive.”
“Have you been drinking, Michele?”
“No, I’ve been studying. I have a quiz tomorrow
afternoon.”
“Okay, well I’m glad you were honest with me. I
won’t write them up this time. And I don’t mind
driving.”
“Thank you so much, Jamie, you’re the best.”
She went and got the other three girls, all of whom
were also completely decked out. We piled into my
car, with Michele sitting shotgun since she was the
tallest at 5’8″ (5’11” with the shoes). The other
three girls sat in the back, being loud and
obnoxious the whole ride to the club. I’m pretty
sure they were drinking out of a flask, too, but I
tried not to notice. Thirty minutes later we
arrived at the club, and when we got inside, the
place was packed with teenage bodies. The three
backseat lushes were completely intoxicated by this
point and they immediately found a group of guys to
hang all over. Michele stuck with me and we made
our way to the dance floor.
Now I consider myself a pretty good dancer, but
Michele put me to shame. Towering over all of the
other girls there, and some of the guys too, she
was a sight to behold. Every guy in the club was
staring at her, watching this Amazon goddess shake
her body to the music. A few brave guys would come
up and try to dance with her, but she expertly
avoided all of them by pretending not to notice
them or by dancing so assertively and energetically
that the guys just didn’t stand a chance.
Eventually two particularly cocky guys got right up
on us. They looked like they were in their late
20’s, way too old to be trying to pick up 18 year
old college girls, and they smelled like they’d had
a few drinks down the street before coming over to
the club. The more Michele and I tried to escape
these losers, the closer and closer they got to us.
Finally Michele said to one of them, “Listen, would
you mind not dancing so close, we’re really not
interested.”
“Aww, come on, I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you
by buying you a drink,” the guy screamed back.
“They’re not serving alcohol tonight, but nice
try,” Michele said, looking at me and shaking her
head.
“So I’ll buy you a coke.”
Some guys just can’t take a hint. I decided to put
an end to this in my own way. I moved towards
Michele and stood right next to her, side by side.
I put my right arm around her waist and said,
“Hey, buddy, what are you, thick? We’re not into
guys.”
Michele played along perfectly, putting her left
arm around me, touching my left shoulder. She then
moved directly behind me, put her right hand on my
right shoulder, and pulled me back into her so that
my butt was in her midsection and my shoulder
blades rested on her breasts. She slid her hands
down from my shoulders to my waist and forward
across my stomach where they met, locking fingers.
Since she was about six inches taller than me, she
had to bend down to do this, and she rested her
chin on my right shoulder. The feeling of our warm
bodies so close together sent chills up my spine. I
took my right hand and reached backward and touched
Michele’s cheek as we both stood staring at the
guys who had been trying to get with us.
At the same time, Michele and I started moving to
the music. She bent her knees so that she was
straddling me from behind and as I grinded my ass
into her body she pushed back with her pelvis. Her
knees were on either side of me, and I reached down
with both hands to touch them. The slits in her
skirt gave me access to her stocking covered legs
and I moved my hands up and down the outside
portion of her thighs. As I did this she moved
closer into me and I could tell that she liked my
touch.
With my right hand I explored all the way around to
the under side of her right leg and started moving
it slowly up towards her rear end. My hand reached
the top of her stocking and I felt the hook of the
garter strap she wore being pulled tightly as it
tried to hold up her thigh-highs while she danced
and dipped. I felt Michele start to straighten up
a little, perhaps embarrassed that I had found her
undergarments, but I moved my hands back to her
thighs and pulled her closer to me.
I brought my right hand back up to her garter strap
and began to play with it, pulling it away from her
meaty legs and letting it snap back into her flesh.
I ran two fingers underneath the top of her
stocking, my palm massaging her bare skin. I felt
goosebumps forming on her skin, and encouraged that
she was enjoying herself I moved my hand all the
way up to her butt check. I squeezed and massaged
her rotund backside, getting the full experience of
what I’d had a taste of in the dressing room
earlier in the day. I was groping and clawing at
this stunning girl and she was letting me.
By now I was extremely turned on. My nipples were
fully aroused and there was no hiding it under the
thin material of my tube top. I desperately wanted
Michele to rub my breasts, but her hands did not
move from my stomach. With my left hand, I pulled
her left wrist away from my body and guided it to
my bosom. Her hand made brief contact with my tit,
but she quickly moved it back to my stomach.
Disappointed, I began to massage it myself,
squeezing my breast like a sponge and gently
pinching my nipples.
This whole time, the two guys were standing
perfectly still, eyes wide and mouths open,
enjoying the free show. When Michele resisted
touching my breast, however, they sensed that what
they were seeing was not the genuine article.
“They’re not gay,” I heard one of them tell the
other.
I turned around and faced Michele, who was still
dancing and enjoying herself as much as when we
first got to the club, only now she was right up
against me. And instead of towering over me as she
had before, she bent her knees lower so that we
were eye to eye and her knees were still on either
side of me. I moved to my right and swung my right
leg over her left leg, so that now I was straddling
it. I put my left hand on her right hip, and she
did the same to me. I started grinding her left leg
with my crotch, humping like I was a dog.
The friction felt so good in my pussy that I zoned
out, forgetting about where I was and what I was
doing. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the
feeling between my legs. I leaned into Michele so
that my forehead rested against her shoulder. I
probably would have kept going until I came on her
leg, but Michele interrupted me.
“Those guys are creeping me out,” she whispered
into my ear.
I had temporarily forgotten about them.
“They’re still there?”
“Yeah, but I think they’re starting to give up
hope,” she said.
I leaned in closer so that my lips were touching
her ear.
“I think I know how to get rid of them.”
I moved my left hand from her hip and brought it up
to her right cheek. I turned her head so that we
were facing each other, inches apart. I moved in
and kissed her on the lips, very lightly, very
gently, very quickly. Luckily she did not back
away, so I went back in again, and this time we
held the kiss for two or three seconds, then kissed
again, this time sucking on her bottom lip. I was
about to slide my tongue into her mouth when she
broke the kiss and looked over at the two guys. She
looked at me and said, “I think this is turning
them on instead of driving them away.”
I didn’t care. I moved toward her again,
desperately wanting to lick her tongue. But she
straightened up, and she was too tall for me to
reach.
“I’m getting hot anyway, why don’t we take a
break?” she said.
“Okay,” I said as happily as I could pretend, even
though I was really disappointed and frustrated.
“I have to go the bathroom, come with me.”
The line for the ladies room was long as usual, and
while we waited we made fun of the two losers that
were trying to pick us up and our failed attempt to
dissuade them.
“It was a good try. I didn’t think they’d stand
there like it was a fucking peep show,” she said.
“Seriously, don’t they have some pornos at home
that they can watch?”
“Oh, so is that where you learned all those moves,
Jamie?” she said with a sly smile.
“Yeah, sorry if I got carried away. I just kind of
got lost in the moment.”
“No, it’s okay. It was fun. You were very
convincing. Except you pulled my garter strap off
of my stocking and now I can’t get it back on.”
“Oh, shit, I’m sorry.” I felt a little embarrassed.
“That’s okay. They’re just really hard to get on
with one hand and I can’t reach back there. Can you
give me a hand?”
Gladly, I thought. She turned around so that her
back was facing me, but as I reached down to find
the strap a stall opened up in the bathroom.
She said, “I don’t have to go that bad, you can go
ahead of me.”
I took her hand and pulled her with me.
“Come on, we’ve already shared a dressing room.”
We entered the stall and closed the door. Michele
stood facing the door while I pulled down my
already tight pants that clung to my sweaty legs
even more than usual. I pulled down my thong and
sat on the toilet. “Okay, back up a little,” I
said. Michele stepped backwards towards me and
lifted up the back of her skirt for me. I was face
to face with her enormous, beautiful ass, and she
wasn’t wearing any panties.
Again I had flashbacks to the first day of school,
and the first time I saw Michele when she was
bending over her desk. Having just squeezed and
groped her butt on the dance floor, and working up
quite a sexual appetite in the process, I had to
fight every urge to keep from spreading her butt
cheeks and licking her crack. Instead, I took hold
of the dangling strap and pulled it down toward the
top of her stocking. The strap tightly pressed up
against her ass as it struggled to reach the thigh-
high. As I touched strap, nylon and flesh
simultaneously, I saw the goosebumps form again all
over her butt.
“Was that the first time you’ve kissed a girl?” I
asked.
“Yeah. What about you?”
“No, not the first time. What did you think?”
I was finished peeing and wiping, so I stood up,
pulling up my thong, then my pants. Michele was
still facing the door.
“It felt nice. Your lips are so soft.”
“I’m done, your turn.”
We exchanged places, with Michele sitting on the
toilet, not needing to pull anything down, except
that I stood facing her.
“Yeah,” I said, “Girls put a lot more feeling and
passion into a kiss than a guy does, especially
when it comes to using tongues.”
“Yeah, I used to hate when my ex-boyfriend shoved
his tongue in my mouth. It felt so gross, like he
was trying to lick my molars.”
“I know what you mean, but girls are a lot better
at it. Here, I’ll show you.”
Before Michele knew what was happening, I straddled
her and sat on her lap. We were now face to face
and I was on top. Her height was not going to help
her get away this time. I took my hands and held
both sides of her head. I began to kiss her with
short one-second kisses over and over and over, all
over her mouth. She was kissing back, so I opened
my mouth slightly and she followed my lead. We were
sucking each other’s lips, and I let my tongue
lightly slide across her mouth, enough to tease her
and get her lips wet. She must have like the way
this felt, because she started to do the same to me
and I let her.
Then, I allowed my tongue to touch hers, just
briefly, and the feeling was electric. Michele let
out a little whimper, and I felt her hands on my
waist. She searched for my tongue with hers, but I
teased her, keeping my mouth closed. Then when she
had given up and went to get a mouthful of my
bottom lip, I slipped my tongue between her lips
and into her mouth. Her tongue quickly sprang to
meet mine and they connected again, but I
retreated.
She followed my tongue into my open mouth, eagerly
wanting to taste me. Her hands reached around to my
ass, squeezing it and pulling me into her. I slid
my fingers into the jungle of her frizzy hair and
finally gave her my tongue. She moaned as she
licked and sucked on it, hungry for more.
A loud knock on the door of the stall interrupted
us once again. I broke the kiss, and Michele
strained her neck towards me attempting to re-
connect. I decided to leave her wanting more, so I
dismounted her, took her hands, and pulled her up
off the toilet seat. Without a word, I turned and
opened the stall door and walked out.
We’d barely made it out of the bathroom when one of
the bouncers came up to us and told us that the
other three girls we came with had gotten kicked
out of the club for having a flask with them and
they were outside waiting for us. Although we were
pissed and wanted to leave them out there while we
danced some more, we decided to do the right thing
and go home.
It turns out that all three of them had flasks and
they were all shit-faced. They could barely speak
or stand, and once inside the car they all passed
out within minutes. Michele and I sat in the front
in silence. Once we got on the highway there were
no other cars around, it being close to 2 am on a
Sunday night. I saw Michele turn towards the back
seat and poke the girls, seeing if they were awake.
When Michele was satisfied that they were all sound
asleep, she turned around and faced front again.
She reclined her seat back a little and put her
right foot up on the dashboard. She then hiked her
skirt up to her waist, exposing her completely
shaven pussy. With her right hand, she began to rub
all around her inner thighs and her lips, placing
her index and middle finger on either side of her
slit and pinching her pussy lips together. I stared
in awe, nearly driving off the side of the road. I
regained my composure and focused on the task of
driving.
“I shaved it this afternoon when we got home from
the mall,” Michele said quietly. “You were right,
it feels soooo nice.”
I grabbed the rear-view mirror and angled it down
towards Michele’s lap so that I could keep driving
while taking short side-ways peeks at the
reflection of Michele’s solo act. I turned on the
overhead map light which lit up exactly that area
as if it were a spotlight for the show I was about
to see. She dipped a finger in between her lips,
getting it nice and wet. She pulled it out and
brought it up to her face. The smell of it must
have made her change her mind, because her hand
went immediately back down towards her crotch.
Before it got there, I reached across the seat and
took her wrist. I pulled her hand over towards me
and licked the tip of her finger, then the entire
under side of her finger. Then I took the whole
finger into my mouth, sucking it like a dick,
moaning, already addicted to the taste of her
pussy. I released her finger from my mouth, licked
my lips, and said “Now you do it.”
My gesture must have made her even more excited
than she already was, because she quickly put her
finger back inside the lips her moist vagina,
swirling it all around for a few seconds, and then
brought it back up to her face. I could see the
juice dripping from her finger, and instead of
smelling or tasting it, she just decided to jump
right in, shoving the entire finger into her mouth.
She sucked it and and licked it and drank all of
her juice, moaning with lust. She continued the
process of dipping her finger and swallowing the
nectar until she could take it no longer. She
brought her finger to the opening of her love hole
and slowly inserted the digit inside of her. As she
did this, she gasped and arched her back, overcome
with the pleasure she was giving to herself. When
the finger was all the way in, she slowly brought
it back out and repeated the process over and over.
Through the mirror I watched her mimicking the
techniques I had taught her earlier that day. I
watched her finger disappear inside of her pussy,
reappear glistening with thick, pungent moisture,
and then disappear again. As we exited the highway,
we came to a red light. When the car stopped, I
turned my head to take in the full picture. I
watched in wonder as this beautiful young girl,
reclining in the seat next to me with her long,
luscious legs spread wide open, a patent-leather
platform Mary Jane propped up on my dashboard, her
skirt pulled up so that the tops of her black thigh
high stockings and garters were exposed, fucked
herself for the first time with her own hand, eyes
closed, moaning and writhing with pure enjoyment.
She was exploding with lust, and I had lit the
fuse.
Not a word had been spoken the entire ride, but
just minutes away from the dorm, Michele said,
“Jamie, why can’t I come?”
“You have to rub your clit.”
“I don’t know where it is. Will you show me?
Please, I want to come.”
I reached across to her lap and dipped my finger
into the fire. Expertly I located her love button
and began rolling it under my finger.
“Ohhhh, yes. Yes! Oh, Jamie.”
I continued to play with her clit while she
fingered her vagina.
She was screaming loudly now, and her friends in
the backseat began to stir.
“What’s going on up there? Are we at school yet?”
I quickly put my hand back on the wheel. “We’re
almost there.”
“What was all the screaming about?”
“We were seeing who could fake the best orgasm.”
“Oh, well that must have been Michele, since she’s
never had one.”
“Lisa!” Michele screamed.
“It’s true, Jamie. She told us her ex-boyfriend was
the worst lover. He never gave her an orgasm.”
“Oh my god, I can’t believe you!” Michele was
obviously embarrassed and upset that her
confidential secrets had been revealed.
“That’s okay,” I assured her, “A lot of guys don’t
know what the hell they’re doing.” I looked over at
Michele and gave her a wink and a smile, “You’ll
have an orgasm someday. Soon, I bet.”
We pulled into the parking lot at school and the
girls staggered out of my car. We all walked
together, so Michele and I had no privacy at all to
talk about what just happened. When we got inside
and up to the stairs, the girls said good night to
me when we got to my room and then continued on
down the hall to their rooms. I wanted Michele to
linger behind them and stay with me, but that would
have been too suspicious. I walked inside and
closed the door leaving the lights off, extremely
horny from what just happened and frustrated that
it wasn’t finished.
I opened my lingerie drawer and pulled out my
thickest dildo, determined to fuck myself hard
while thinking about Michele until I passed out. I
couldn’t wait to get started reaming my soaking
pussy, so I pulled off my pants right over my
boots. I was pulling down my thong when I heard a
knock on the door. I pulled up my thong and shoved
the dildo under the mattress.
“Who is it?”
“It’s Michele. Angie locked me out again.”
I opened the door a crack and peeked out.
She spoke slowly and sweetly. “I’m really sorry to
bother you, Jamie, after all you’ve done for me
today.” She raised her eyebrows as she said this,
giving me a ‘hint-hint’ look.
“Don’t be silly, it’s no bother. It’s just that
it’s too late to call security to have them open
your door. They close at midnight on Sundays,” I
lied.
“What should I do? None of the girls have room for
me.”
“Oh, well you can sleep in here tonight, I have
plenty of room.”
“Really? Thanks.”
I opened the door and let her in.
Once inside, I closed the door behind her and stood
facing her in nothing but my tube top, thong, and
knee-high leather boots. Michele was still fully
dressed. She looked over my body, up and down.
“I was just getting ready for bed,” I said. Michele
just continued to stare at my body. The excitement
from the car ride had made my nipples hard and
visible through my skin-tight top. Her eyes
lingered on my chest before slowly scanning me
downwards. I realized that while at various times I
had seen all of Michele’s naked body, this was the
first time she was seeing anything of mine besides
my bald pussy in the car that afternoon. Her eyes
made their way down to my mid-section. She gazed at
my wide hips, following the outline of my thong
underwear which clung tightly to my waist and stuck
to my damp pussy.
Her sight shifted down to my large, sturdy thighs,
and she slowly took in the vast amounts of milky
white flesh between my legs and down to my knees.
The strength that my powerful legs portray was
accentuated by the black shiny alligator leather
wrapped tightly around my calves. I watched her
bite her lip as she surveyed my brand new, sexy
boots that she had helped me try on earlier in the
day when she admired my shaved pussy.
I suspected that like me, she had a thing for sexy
footwear, especially since she owned so many pairs
of platform and high heel shoes of her own. I
turned my right foot so that it pointed out to the
side, and watched Michele as her eyes were
transfixed on the thick platform bottoms of my
boots and the chunky 4″ heels protruding from them.
She had the sexy, depraved look in her eye of a
woman who had recently been brought to the brink of
orgasm only to be cut short. I knew the feeling.
Watching Michele molest me with her eyes was
getting me extremely excited. Quickly, my devious
mind formed a plan to get her undressed so that I
could look at her body the same way that she was
looking at mine.
“I guess you need something to sleep in,” I finally
said. “I think I have an extra pair of sweats that
might fit you,” knowing full well that I had no
such thing. Michele said nothing, her gaze
returning to my 36C breasts and my now achingly
rock hard nipples. I felt certain that she wanted
me, but I decided to tease her a bit more.
I turned around and, with my back facing her, bent
way over and opened my bottom drawer. Although I
often wore pants so tight that they looked painted
on to my rear, this was the first time Michele was
getting an up-close look at what most people told
me was my best asset. I had the booty of a black
girl, big, round, and meaty. As I rummaged around
in the drawer, I slowly swayed my ass back and
forth, from side to side. This should close the
deal, I thought. It did.
Finally I stood up and opened my lingerie drawer. I
picked out one of my catsuits, which are one size
fits all, and which she would have looked amazing
in.
“I can’t find the sweats, but this might fit.”
I turned around to face her. While I was looking
through my drawers and showing her my ass, she had
taken off her black skirt and denim shirt. She
stood, hands on her hips, her feet shoulder-width
apart, dressed in only her patent leather platform
Mary Jane’s, thigh-high stockings, and a black
satin corset from which her garters hung.
“Is it okay if I just sleep like this?” she asked.
Now it was my turn to stand and stare in
dumbfounded amazement. Her shoes had a similar
effect on her powerful legs, only that her 4″ heels
made her already long legs look even longer. The
thigh-highs and garters made her look sexy yet
elegant and, along with her height, gave her an air
of sophistication that betrayed her true of age of
18. The tops of her stockings gave way to her own
soft, fleshy thighs. Her pussy was still exposed
and I could see the moisture from her first ever
finger-fuck glistening on her bald lips.
Her corset was simply stunning, made of black satin
and lace. It cinched her waist to a fraction of its
normally ample size, causing her chest to appear
even larger than it already was. Her huge, womanly
breasts strained to escape from the confining
garment, but the skillfully constructed corset
tightly held on, causing large portions of her tits
to be pushed upward. With her still frizzy and
tightly curled brown hair framing her gorgeous and
youthful face, she could have been the cover girl
for Playboy, Penthouse, or Victoria’s Secret. She
was now looking at me right in the eyes.
“If you wear that, you won’t get much sleep,” I
warned her, responding to her earlier question.
“Why not?” she asked.
“Because if you wear that, you’ll be up all night
making love to me.”
Her knees actually buckled. I took one step towards
her and was now right in front of her. Her legs
were shaking. What had started out as innocent
teasing at the club and curious experimentation in
the car ride home was now becoming a reality, and
Michele was a little nervous. I started kissing her
chest, sucking on mouthfuls of her meaty breast and
licking up and down the long line of her cleavage.
I reached around her with both hands and grabbed
her ass. I slid my hands in between her garter
straps and her skin, squeezing her cheeks, trying
to get as much flesh in my tiny hands as I could.
Her breathing got heavy, and her enormous chest
swelled and contracted as I continued to kiss it.
She wrapped her arms around me, and I felt her
hands traveling down my back towards my ass. She
was starting to relax, forgetting her fear and
giving in to her desire. But I wanted to have
complete control. I wanted her to be mine forever.
“Don’t touch me!” I said sternly. I stopped kissing
her and grabbing her ass and I backed away from
her. “Do you know what’s about to happen?” I asked
her.
“I think so,” she said. She looked a little
confused and frightened.
“You think so? You think so? Let me tell you what’s
going to happen.” I started to walk slowly around
her, circling her. “I’m about to make you feel
really good. Incredible, even. Better than you’ve
ever felt in your whole life. Is it true you’ve
never had an orgasm?”
“Yes, it’s true,” she said sadly.
“Well you’re about to have one. I’m going to make
your pussy explode.”
Again, she got weak in the knees and let out a
sigh.
“But even better than that, you’re about to make
love to a woman. After I’m done with you, you’re
going to want to make my pussy feel as good as I
made yours feel. You’re going to crave the taste of
my pussy. You’re going to want to lick it and drink
my juices. And you’re going to love it, you’re
going to get addicted to eating my pussy. It’s
going to change your life forever.”
Michele was silent. I continued to circle her
slowly.
“Would you like me to make your pussy explode with
pleasure, Michele?”
“Yes,” she said eagerly, and I believed her, but I
was having too much fun.
“I’m not sure I believe you. You have to really
want it. You have to want me to fuck you. I can’t
have you going to the Dean tomorrow and telling him
how I seduced you and how I took advantage of one
of my residents. I can’t afford to lose this job.”
“Oh, no, Jamie. I would never do that. I want you,
please.”
“Convince me.”
“How?”
I slapped her on the ass, hard.
“Tell me!”
“I want you, I want you to make love to me.”
I slapped her again, harder.
“I’m not convinced.”
“I want you to finger me. I want you to fuck me
with your fingers.”
“What else?”
“I want you to make me cum, I want to cum on your
hand. I want to you lick my cum and taste my
pussy.”
“Sit down,” I said
Michele sat down on the edge of my bed, where she
had sat for the first time earlier that day in her
tight jeans and v-neck sweater. Now she sat there
in next to nothing.
“Spread your legs,” I commanded.
She opened her knees wide and leaned back on the
bed, supported by her elbows. I got on my knees in
front of her. I began by grabbing her ankles and
rubbing my hands up her muscular, stocking covered
calves. When I got to her knees, I started to
massage her thighs, playing with the elastic of her
stocking tops and the garters that held them up. I
started kissing her inner thighs, licking and
sucking on her plump meat. I smelled the aroma
coming from her vagina and I could no longer
resist. I buried my nose between her lips and
inhaled, savoring the funky smell of her sex. Her
pussy was completely soaking wet, and I opened up
my mouth and began drinking every drop of moisture.
Michele let out a loud moan, “uuuggghhhhhhhhh!”
“I can’t hear you up there..” I encouraged her.
“Lick my pussy! Please, don’t stop licking me.”
I shoved my tongue deep into her hole, swirling it
all around.
“Yeah.oh yeah.fuck me with you tongue.”
I continued this for a few minutes, thrusting in
and out of her with my tongue while she writhed on
my bed and moaned in delight. Then I turned my
attention on her clit, first rubbing it with a
finger to get it hard, then poking my tongue at it
quickly in short little stabs. This was driving her
crazy.
“Yes, yes. Oh, Jamie, my pussy..my pussy..”
She was getting closer to climax, but I wasn’t done
yet. I grabbed her ankles once again, and lifted
her feet up to my shoulders. This brought her ass
up off the bed a little and gave me access to her
back door.
Finally I was face to face with the object of my
desire, the treasure that I had first fantasized
about two weeks ago when Michele was bending over
her desk on the first day of school. With the heels
of her shoes digging into my collar and the cold
patent leather pressed against my neck, I grabbed
her ass cheeks with both hands and pulled them
apart. The smell from her crack was sweaty and dank
from a night of dancing in an overheated club. I
stuck out my tongue and licked the sweat from the
innermost portions of her cheeks, making my way to
her asshole. When I got there, I swirled my tongue
all around it, getting it nice and wet. Michele had
figured out my game by now and started to encourage
me.
“Yes, oh yes. Eat my ass. Jamie, lick it. Lick my
asshole.”
Michele was really getting into this, and in her
excitement she allowed her tight rectum to loosen
up a little bit, allowing my tongue to dig deeper
into her ass. She tasted musty and salty, and I was
licking and slurping for all I was worth. When her
ass was nice and lubricated, I went back to her
clit, this time lapping at it like a kitten at a
bowl of milk. I could sense Michele’s first ever
orgasm building and building.
“Oh my god, yes! Jamie, oh please, make me cum. I
want to cum in your mouth..”
At that moment I slipped my forefinger into her
asshole. She wasn’t expecting this surprise
visitor, but by the time she tightened up my finger
was deep inside. I started moving it all around
inside her anus, and it was sending her over the
edge. As her orgasm began, she relaxed her muscle
and I started pulling my finger out and then
pushing it back in quickly, fucking her ass while I
sucked on her delicious clit. Her cum began flowing
rapidly from her deep inside her, and I did my best
to catch all of it in my mouth. Michele was bucking
her hips and moaning, “oh god…oh god..oh god, my
pussy!”
As soon as I thought she was finished, another
orgasm started to build. She climaxed over and over
again several more times as I continued to fuck her
asshole with my hand and her pussy with my tongue.
I was drinking mouthfuls and mouthfuls of her
juices and rubbing my entire face around in her
sloppy wet pussy.
When she was finally finished, I expected her to
collapse from exhaustion. Instead, the waves of
pleasure had given her body a new energy that she
had never experienced before. She brought her feet
down off my shoulders and placed them on the floor.
She sat up straight on the edge of my bed, grabbed
my arms, and pulled me up towards her. I stood up
in front of her, then straddled her left leg and
sat on her knee facing her. We embraced and started
to kiss each other deeply and forcefully. I still
had her juice all over my face, and Michele could
taste it as she kissed me. She seemed eager to have
more of it, licking all around my mouth and nose,
savoring her own body’s cum. When there was no more
juice left to lick, she knew what she had to do.
“Jamie, I want you.”
I got up off of her knee and stood right in front
of her in between her legs. She was still sitting
on the edge of my bed, and she slid forward towards
me so that her face was eye-level with my chest.
She placed her left arm around me, resting her hand
on my ass and giving it a good squeeze. She brought
her right hand up to my chest and with her index
finger touched my erect nipple through the thin
material of my tube top. She began to circle it
with her finger, and then pinched it between her
finger and thumb.
This was obviously a part of the body that she knew
a lot about, but she was still a bit timid. I moved
things along by lifting off my tube top over my
head, so that now my breasts were free and just
inches from Michele’s face. She quickly took both
her hands and placed them on each of my breasts,
massaging and squeezing them. Her touch felt so
good. Finally she leaned forward and took one of my
nipples into her mouth, sucking and licking it like
a baby. She sucked until it was sore and extremely
hard, then did the same to my other one. My pussy
was on fire.
Michele then began kissing me between my breasts
and down my stomach. As she did this, she slid her
butt of the edge of the bed and down towards the
floor until she was sitting under me. Her head was
now right at my crotch. She leaned forward and put
her face next to my pussy. She sniffed my soaking
wet panties and began to rub her nose along the wet
portion of my underwear, taking deep breaths of my
stink and applying pressure to my lips.
I felt her hands reach around to my ass. With her
finger she followed the path of my thong from my
waist, up above my ass cheeks, and then down, deep
into my crack. She brought her finger all the way
down until it was directly on top of my asshole,
separated from it only by the thin material of my
underwear. She continued along the path until her
finger was over my pussy lips. She applied some
pressure and my eager pussy was aching for more.
I pushed myself down on her finger hoping to
generate a little friction, and her finger pushed
the material of my thong into my pussy, between my
lips. She then moved her hand back out to my ass,
grabbed the portion of the thong that was hiding in
my ass crack, and pulled it out away from me,
causing the material in my pussy to dig in deeper
and rub against my clit. She continued to pull the
thong tightly as I grinded against the taut fabric.
I was starting to lose control of my body, so I
bent over at the waist and braced myself by putting
my hands on the bed. As I did this, Michele pulled
my thong down to my knees.
Michele grabbed my ass again and pulled me toward
her. I bent my knees slightly until I felt her face
touch my pelvis, just above my pussy. She started
to kiss and lick me everywhere down there, my lips,
my inner-thigh, even my asshole. Finally she spread
my pussy lips apart with her fingers and tongued
the inner walls of my labia. She licked up and down
eagerly, lapping up my juices.
This was the first cunt she’d ever eaten, and
although her tongue felt great inside me, her
inexperience was obvious. I tried to guide myself
so that my clit was in her mouth, but she kept
moving around, wanting to taste the whole pie.
Eventually her tongue found its way into my vagina,
and she began to fuck me with it as I had done to
her earlier. While she did this, my clit was
resting on her nose, so I began to grind against
it, desperately wanting to get myself off. I humped
her face as she licked and tongued me and slurped
my pussy juice with delight.
I felt a finger explore the outer rim of my
asshole, and I tried to encourage her by relaxing
my muscle. She timidly stuck the tip of a finger
inside, and I could tell that she wanted to give me
the same kind of pleasure I had given to her but
that she was nervous and her heart wasn’t into it.
I reached under the mattress and pulled out the
dildo I had hidden earlier. I pushed it into
Michele’s hand, and she immediately knew what I had
in mind. First she buried it in my pussy, getting
it nice and wet. When it was sufficiently
lubricated, she pulled it out and pressed the tip
up against my asshole. She pushed it in nice and
slow, until the whole 9″ had disappeared in my ass.
Immediately a wave started to come over me and I
started humping her face again.
Soon I was climaxing, and Michele did her best to
suck and drink everything that came out of my
pussy. I grinded my cunt against her mouth as my
body, still standing but bent over with my hands on
the bed and ass in the air, went into convulsions.
I could tell that she loved the taste of my pussy,
as she sat there under me, holding on to my boots
with her face buried in my crotch, licking every
drop of cum she could find.
When my orgasm finally subsided, I stood straight
up. I pulled the dildo out of my ass and brought it
up to my waiting tongue, licking it clean. I could
tell that Michele was still horny because she was
still sucking and slurping at my sloppy pussy. The
experienced she just went through must have turned
her on more than she was before, because I looked
down to see her fingering her pussy. I backed away
and helped her to her feet, then turned her around
so that she was facing the bed and I was standing
behind her. I pushed her forward so that she was no
bending over the bed as I had been just moments
before, holding herself up with her hands on the
bed, feet on the floor, and ass in the air.
I reached over and reached into my top drawer which
was still open from before. I felt around and
finally found my strap-on belt. I pushed the dildo
I was holding through the opening in the front of
the belt, then hooked the belt around my waist and
up under my crotch. I guided the tip of the dildo
into Michele’s vagina and slowly pushed it inside.
Michele let out a long, deep, throaty moan. I began
thrusting in and out of her, holding on to her hips
and moving her back and forth in rhythm with me.
Michele started to thrust back into me forcefully,
trying to get my fake cock as deep inside her as
possible. I rubbed and squeezed her ass, then
pulled her garter straps away from her butt cheeks
and then let them snap back into her skin as I had
done in the club. This made a loud, sharp whipping
sound and soon her ass cheeks were becoming red and
sore and Michele was enjoying the pain.
“Oh! Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck my pussy hard with
your cock.”
I reached around her and started playing with her
clit, rubbing it quickly under my fingers.
“Oooohhhhhhhh…uuuuhhhhhhhh..my pussy..my pussy!”
She was now bucking like a bull and I sensed
another orgasm on its way. In one swift motion I
pulled the dildo out of her pussy and shoved it
hard into her vulnerable asshole. I doubt that she
had ever been penetrated in the ass that deeply
before, because Michele screamed so loud I thought
she would wake up the entire hall.
“UUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHH!…Oh my god! Oh my god! My
ass, Jamie, fuck my ass!”
I started to ream her asshole hard and her whole
body began to shake. She was climaxing and I
reached around and felt her cum streaming down her
thighs and being absorbed by her stockings. I
pulled the dildo out of her and she collapsed on
the bed, face down, breathing heavily, with her
pelvis still twitching and grinding against the
bed. I took off the strap-on and my boots, then
took off Michele’s shoes for her and helped her get
under the covers, still wearing her thigh-highs and
corset. I got in bed next to her, naked, and laid
down on my back. She moved over and curled up next
to me, massaging and kissing my breasts. I could
tell she wanted to keep going, but just didn’t have
any energy left. I pulled her towards me and kissed
her deeply on the lips, our tongues licking our own
juices off of the other one’s tongue. Michele then
rested her head on my bosom and closed her eyes.
“Thank you, Jamie.”
“You’re welcome. Good night, Michele.”
“Good night.”
We woke up in the middle of the night and made love
several more times, then again in the morning. Each
time Michele got a little better at licking my
pussy, and now she’s quite good at it. I go out
with her and her friends quite often now, even to
frat parties, and we have a blast getting all
dressed up and teasing the boys on campus. Its such
a turn on to watch all the guys trying to hook up
with the most gorgeous freshman on campus, knowing
that at the end of the night they’ll all be jerking
off in their beds while Michele and I eat each
other out, over and over again, until we both pass
out.