Fall Into Erotica: An Autumn Anthology - Sample Story
Fall Into Erotica: An Autumn Anthology
Samantha Whitney, et al. (authors)
“Damn it!” I screamed, staring in disbelief at the list of grades.
“What?” Leah scanned the list until she found her student identification number. “Yes!” She smiled. In her next breath, she turned to face me, wincing. “I’m sorry, Gina.”
“It’s fine.” Tears formed in the back of my throat. “I’m glad you’re passing.”
“It’ll be okay. We’ll study together for the final.”
“There’s no way I’m gonna get a hundred percent on that final and you know it.” I took a deep breath, trying to contain my tears. “I might as well just plan on being here another year.”
Leah put her hand on my shoulder in an effort to comfort me. I couldn’t even concentrate on the words coming out of her mouth. All I could think about was how my future hinged on that grade. I couldn’t graduate on time the next spring without that class, and it was only offered during the fall semester each year. I thought for sure I’d gotten at least an 85 on the latest test, which would bring my average up to a C before the final. But I was wrong. I got a 66. And, according to my calculations, that meant I couldn’t miss a single question on the final if I wanted to end the semester with a C.
I had a better chance of turning back time to start the semester over than getting anything higher than a 70 on the final.
“I’ll be back here again next fall.” I wailed openly in the hall outside the professor’s offices.
Thankfully, the only person in sight was Leah, who pulled me in for a hug.
I really didn’t want to spend another year in school. I already had a job lined up through an old college friend of my dad’s. None of the other students in the Economics program had job offers or interviews of any kind. In fact, most of them had already planned to go on to graduate school because the job market was so bleak and they had nothing else to do.
I didn’t want to go to graduate school, and with my grade point average, I was pretty sure they wouldn’t even accept me. The job offer was a secret I kept from everyone, including Leah. But it was all contingent upon me getting my degree no later than the coming spring.
So, in short, I was screwed.
I cried so hard in the hallway, I almost didn’t feel the graduate assistant’s finger tapping me on the shoulder.
Sniffling, I pushed Leah away and turned to the finger. “Yeah?”
“Here.” Gayle, Dr. Morgan’s tall blond graduate assistant, handed me some tissues. “Sorry, I heard you through the door.” She gave me the same pained wince I’d just received from Leah. “It’s about your test grade?”
I wiped my face and blew my nose in the tissues. “Yeah.”
“I’m sorry.” Gayle bit her lip and tensed her jaw. Her eyes darted from me to Leah, then back to me. “Can I talk to you alone for a sec? In my office?”
I saw Leah shrug.
“Okay.” I followed Gayle down the hall and stepped inside her office.
She closed the door at once and lowered her voice to a whisper, looking around the room as if someone was around to overhear. “There might be some extra credit.”
“Extra credit?” My tears dried up immediately. I took one last sniffle before continuing. “How?”
“Shh.” She put her finger to her lips, widening her blue eyes, pleading with me for silence. “Don’t say a word to anyone, alright? Not your friend out there, not anyone. You got it?”
I made sure to whisper this time. “Sure, sure. Tell me what I have to do.” At that point I would’ve licked dirt off the bathroom floor if it would’ve given me a way to pass that class.
“Well, I can’t say anything for certain, but I’ll check with Dr. Morgan and get back to you. I’ll give you a call tonight to tell you one way or the other.” Gayle swallowed, then looked in my eyes, nervously. “Are you busy this Saturday?”
“Saturday?” I thought for a second. “I’m supposed to help my boyfriend’s fraternity with a fund raiser.”
“Can you clear your schedule? He likes..” She shook her head frantically. “No, wait. Forget I said that last part.”
Gayle took a deep breath. “Can you cancel your plans, if necessary?”
“Yeah. Of course I can. If it’ll get me a C in this class I’ll do anything.”
She smiled, her eyes lighting up. “Good.” Nodding slowly, she put her hand on the doorknob. “That’s really good.
I think you might have a chance.” Before she opened the door, she turned to me for the last time. “If your friend asks what we were talking about, lie. Tell her I offered to tutor you or something. But tell her nothing else. If anybody finds out about this, the deal’s off, you got it?”
“Yes, yes. I got it. When you call I won’t even act like it’s you.”
“Good.”
The hours crept by as I waited - rather impatiently - for Gayle’s call. It finally came at 11:29 PM. She told me in an odd, cryptic manner that I was to show up at Dr. Morgan’s that Saturday morning at 9 AM, sharp. If I was late, the deal was off. She asked me three times if I understood, then asked if there was any possible reason I might be late. She strongly advised me against drinking on Friday night to decrease the likelihood of me waking up with a hangover that morning.
Our conversation lasted about three minutes, and it was mostly her telling me not to be late, and begging me not to discuss it with any of my friends. I tried several times to ask what this extra credit actually entailed, but she cut me off each time.
I decided it didn’t matter anyway. There wasn’t much I wouldn’t do for a passing grade in that class, and that included sexual favors. I sure as hell wasn’t above performing a blow job on occasion to get something I really wanted. I had a feeling that my dad’s friend, Bill, who had gotten me the job offer at his company, wanted something from me in return. But he seemed more like a “strip for me and let me play with your tits” type of guy.
Dr. Morgan was different. He seemed too smart to have such simple needs. Before bed, I went online to find his picture in the staff directory. I stayed awake that night, staring at the ceiling, with fantasies running through my head. He was actually kind of hot, in the ‘sophisticated nerd’ sense, but I wondered if his glasses were what gave him that nerd vibe. I could never really tell what his body looked like because he was one of my only professors who always wore a suit and tie. What I did observe was that he was tall with broad shoulders, he had a full head of light brown hair, and he looked good for his age - which I estimated to be about 45.
What could possibly be his request? And why did I have to show up at his house on a Saturday morning? I’d be disappointed if it was just a blow job, although I’d happily oblige. Was there a wife? I’d never heard him mention one in class. Would I be involved in a threesome that day?
Three restless hours and two orgasms later, I finally fell asleep.
I had to call Kent, my boyfriend, on the way to class to break the news that I wouldn’t be at his fraternity’s fund raiser that Saturday. He was pissed, but he’d get over it. It was another one of those events he’d kept a secret, not wanting me to know I’d be on display. What he didn’t know was that I actually enjoyed helping out in that way. They wanted me and a few of their other hot sorority friends to entice people into buying more beer at their tailgate party. I had a feeling there was a bit more to it than that. His fraternity was bleeding money and they were all willing to do whatever it took to keep the house’s finances afloat.
I responded by telling him that I was going to use my petite, size two body and long, wavy brown hair to help myself, for once. When he pressed me for more information I hung up the phone and walked on into class, anxious to see Dr. Morgan. It was Thursday, and the last time I would have his lecture before Saturday’s clandestine meeting at his house.
I had no idea I was late when I walked into the classroom. The other students were all heads down, taking notes as I breezed in.
All eyes were on me as soon as Dr. Morgan cleared his throat. “Late, Ms. Romero?”
I stood just inside the door, listening to it close softly behind me. “Uhh...” You are the hottest fucking thing in the world, Professor...
His eyes locked on mine, then drifted below my neck for barely a second before coming back up to finish staring me down. The tone of his gruff voice was more demanding than usual. Or maybe it just seemed that way because it suited my fantasies.
“Well?” Dr. Morgan adjusted his glasses. “Don’t just stand there. Take a seat.” He looked down at his notes. “I trust your tardiness will not become your new norm.”
I took the closest empty seat and watched him restart his lecture, hoping nobody noticed me squirming in my chair. There was no way I could focus on the lecture with the anticipation of Saturday looming over me. Dr. Morgan had gone from ‘tough professor’ to ‘man of my fantasies’ in less than twenty four hours. Those things I’d never noticed about him before were now all I could see. His piercing blue eyes... the sensual way his wide jaw moved as he spoke... his full lips that I imagined showering kisses all over my body...
At the end of his lecture, Dr. Morgan told us all to stay seated while Gayle, who entered the room as he mentioned her name, passed around an important flier. His gaze met mine for approximately one second as he brushed past her on his way out the door.
I had no idea what kind of flier the other students received, but mine was just a handwritten, unmarked street address. Gayle didn’t even make eye contact with me when she slung it my way. She’d mentioned something on the phone about privacy and the school computer system, and how she couldn’t email me anything but she’d give me his address in person. Like I couldn’t just look up his property tax records myself to find out where he lived? Duh! Not only did I already know he lived at 244 Palmwood Drive, but I knew his full name and how much he paid for his house. I also knew that his wife’s name had been removed from the deed a year earlier. And I couldn’t help noticing his very ring-less fingers during the lecture that day.
At least he wouldn’t be cheating if something happened... unlike me. But was it really cheating if I had to sleep with my professor to get a good grade? A grade that held the key to my entire future in the midst of the most dismal job market any graduating class had ever seen? Kent would never have to know. And besides, it wasn’t like we were married. He was just a college fling, and honestly, a bit of a pain in my ass.
Over the next few days, my fantasies about Dr. Morgan grew increasingly vivid. I imagined him taking me from room to room in his house, fucking me in every position imaginable. Sometimes he was rough, sometimes he was gentle. Maybe he’d be into something fun, like having me strip, and then masturbate for him. Mmm... or maybe he’d make me beg to suck his cock.
Saturday finally arrived. Following Gayle’s vague orders of “wear whatever you want and plan to stay anywhere from one to eight hours,” I showed up promptly at 9 o’clock. Under my black mini skirt and blue and white striped cardigan - which I chose because it looked so studious - I wore a matching red bra and panty set that I bought the day before to wear with my matching red stilettos. I couldn’t wait to show myself off to Dr. Morgan.
I rang the doorbell and waited patiently for Dr. Morgan to answer. I gasped when the door opened and I saw light blond hair. “Gayle?”
She waved, weakly, peering around the door. “Hey.”
“Are you gonna let me in?” Why won’t she open the door more than a crack? And what the hell’s she doing here on my big day with the professor?
Gayle’s head disappeared. I heard her sigh, loudly. Then the door opened wide enough for me to walk through, with Gayle hiding herself on the other side.
The house was nice. Classically decorated and very tidy. But I had little time to take it in. I was about to ask where he was when Gayle slammed the front door and grabbed my wrist, hastily leading me to another room.
“Where are we going?” I asked, keenly aware of the rapid click-clock sound of my heels against the hardwood floor.
“Shh. There’s no time.” She led me through a few more rooms, then to a hallway, and finally we reached a study.
Dr. Morgan sat at a desk, wearing a nice button-down shirt and tie--his usual clothes, minus the suit jacket. He turned to look after we’d already taken a few steps inside the door. Without a word, he took off his glass and placed them carefully on top of the desk, then stood up.
Gayle guided me to stand in precise spot and nodded for me to stay there.
I folded my hands in front of me and stood perfectly still, awaiting my fate. Gayle’s presence was a little unsettling to me, disrupting my titillating fantasy. Why hadn’t she told me she’d be here?
Dr. Morgan stood directly in front of me, about two feet away. He folded his arms across his chest and sat gently back against the edge of his desk, looking deep into my eyes.
I shuddered. I had no idea I’d feel so intimidated in his presence. The room was dead silent and Dr. Morgan’s stare was so intense, I thought about trying to run out of the room. Why was he so quiet?
After a few seconds that felt like an eternity, without breaking our gaze, I wiped my sweaty palms on my skirt and put my fists straight down at my sides. I concentrated all of my effort on trying not to fidget, which was difficult; my nerves needed some kind of release. I’d never stared into someone’s eyes for so long before, and I had no idea what I was supposed to feel. Should I be anxious? Aroused? Scared?
I jumped back when Dr. Morgan’s abrupt voice filled the room.
“Nervous, Ms. Romero?” he asked.
I swallowed. “Yeah. A little.”
“Why’s that, exactly?” He cocked his head slightly to the side, his arms still folded across his chest.
“Umm...” I bit my lip and looked at Gayle, who only made me more nervous with her intent stare. My eyes darted back to Dr. Morgan. “Well, I came here for extra credit and now I’m just standing here in your house and you’re staring at me.”
He nodded. “And why do you need this extra credit?”
I looked down at the floor. “I have a job offer...”
“What’s that again?” Dr. Morgan interrupted me. “Don’t look away from me. And speak up.”
I sucked in a breath and stood up straight. His eyes narrowed a little, increasing my anxiety. “I... uhh... need to pass this class because I have... a job offer.”
“Yes, I know,” he said, “Bill Cottingham’s an old colleague. I must say, I expected much more from you, Ms. Romero.”
“What?” I tried to stay perfectly still but inside I was trembling. He knew the guy who had promised me a job?
Dr. Morgan chuckled. “I saw him at a banquet before school started and he told me your name and that he’d already planned to hire you. Imagine my surprise when I learned what a mediocre student you were.”
“Shit,” I whispered.
“You know, I have half a mind to let you fail and let this job pass you by. Maybe let it go to one of the more deserving students.”
Tears welled up in my eyes. “You’d do that?”
“No.” He sighed. “Now, pay attention. That’s one of your problems, Ms. Romero. I think you’re too busy with extracurricular activities to give your studies the attention they require.”
“But...”
“No.” Dr. Morgan shook his head. “There’s no ‘but.’ The truth is, there are students at this University whose hard work and intelligence would do a much better job of reflecting our academic prowess. But you,” he laughed, “you’re the type of girl who knows how to get what she wants in life, aren’t you?”
“Well... I never thought about it like that...”
“Of course not. That’s just life for you isn’t it?” He stood up straight and took one step toward me. “It’s just how things have always been for Gina Romero. Bill made it sound like maybe you’d promised him some sort of... gift... if he hired you.”
My mouth dropped open so wide, I halfway expected to see Gayle dutifully bending down to pick it up from the floor. I couldn’t even speak.
He continued. “What is it you expected to happen today? I see from your high heels and short skirt that maybe you thought you could bribe me.”
“You mean I can’t?” I asked. There was no use hiding it. The man had my number and I was too scared to try to think of a way to defend myself.
Dr. Morgan’s expression softened. He gave me a quick glance then ran his hand through his hair, laughing. “I can’t say the offer isn’t tempting. You’re an attractive girl. But no. I have a deal for you.”
“What is it?”
“I’m going to give you another chance to pass each of my three tests again within the next three weeks. You’ll study all week, and each Saturday morning you’ll come here to take a test. In fact, you can get started this afternoon. Gayle will help you study for the next few hours.”
“But what if my grades don’t improve?"
He took one more step toward me until I could feel his hot breath against my forehead.
Having him so close reminded me of how horny I’d been for him all week. I was disappointed that things weren’t going the way I’d planned, but there was a spark of hope left in me that I might be able to work my way into those fancy dress pants. The spark grew into a small fire when I saw the way he peered down at my body, squinting, like he thought I wouldn’t notice through his narrowed eyes. But I always knew when a guy was checking me out, and that’s exactly what he was doing.
“Well?” I repeated my question, feeling a bit more daring. “What happens if my grades don’t improve?”
He smirked. “I’ll take you over my knee and spank you.”
I sucked in a breath. “You wouldn’t!”
Gayle broke her silence. “Oh yes he would.”
“Enough,” he said, as his eyes flew to her. Then he turned his attention back to me. “So, how’s that deal sound to you?”
“Uhh...” I said, “I’m not really sure, Dr. Morgan.”
“What? Do you not wish to pass this class and get that big job you were promised?”
“Of course I want that job. But, with all due respect, I think I’d rather just take the spankings.”
“Excuse me?” He looked at me like he thought I was nuts, but a little smile worked its way across his lips.
“You’d rather just get spanked than have to take these tests again?”
“Yes.” I nodded. “That’s the deal, right? You never said I wouldn’t get the extra credit if I failed. You just said I’d get spanked.”
“But I expected you to at least try the tests again.”
I shook my head. “I’d rather have another option.”
Dr. Morgan‘s neck quickly turned a shade of pink. “Is the class really that bad, Ms. Romero?”
“Uh...” My mouth hung open as I searched for the right words to say. The anger in his voice made me nervous.
He opened his eyes wide, tilting his head. “I’m waiting.”
I bit my lip and turned to Gayle, who was absolutely no help. She met my eyes for a split second before looking down at the floor.
“Well, are you lazy or stupid? Which is it?” Dr. Morgan put his fists on his hips and straightened his posture.
“Why would you rather be spanked than study for the tests again?”
My shoulders moved in what was supposed to be a shrug but my arms felt weak.
“Answer me. Lazy, or stupid?” he asked.
I couldn’t think of an answer that was going to get me out of this. Tears welled up in my eyes. “I don’t know what it is. I studied like crazy for the last test.” I tried not to, but I sniffled, immediately wiping my face with my hands.
“Maybe I’m just stupid.”
I didn’t look up at Dr. Morgan. I stared down at the floor, breathing in and out as slowly as possible, determined not to completely break down in front of him. Soon, I heard him pacing the hardwood floor, mumbling under his breath.
I smeared the last of my tears from my cheeks and lifted my head. “I’m sorry I did that in front of you.”
Dr. Morgan stopped pacing. All anger had drained from his face. One of corners of his mouth turned up. “It’s okay. I think I was too hard on you.”
He turned around and sat back down at his desk, typing as he spoke. “I have an idea. I don’t think you’re stupid, Ms. Romero. I think maybe you just need a little help.” He stopped typing and met my gaze. “A few days ago I went over some of the essay questions you’ve answered on the tests this semester. They definitely show you’re not stupid.” He inhaled and turned back to his computer to type again. “And I think I should’ve given you more points on some of those. I might do that for a few of the other students as well.”
In dumbstruck relief, I watched him. He went on to tell me he’d make sure Gayle tutored me for the final and that I was sure to have a passing grade at the end of the semester. This time I didn’t ask what would happen if I didn’t pass. I simply remained still, nodding as I listened.
When he finished, he stood up and barely made eye contact with me on his way out the door. He said he had to be somewhere and Gayle could show me out.
I drew in a deep breath and turned to Gayle. “Wow. I can’t believe it.”
She rolled her eyes. Then she pressed her lips together and glared at me until we heard the sound of the front door closing.
Her words sounded like a hiss. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
“What?”
“What?" She laughed in a short burst and threw her hands up in the air. “Life’s just so easy for you, isn’t it?
Show up here in your cute little outfit. Shed a few tears.”
“I thought you’d be happy for me.”
“Really? Do you know how much work you just added to my schedule? Now I have to tutor you for hours every week instead of just tutoring you today.” She pressed her lips together, fuming. “I’m already under enough stress.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know this was going to happen.”
“Yeah, whatever.” She sighed, shaking her head. “Let’s just get out of here. I’ll email you a study schedule on Monday.”
We spoke less than five words to each other as we left Dr. Morgan’s house.
I knocked on the door of Gayle’s office. It was Tuesday afternoon and time for our first tutoring session.
“Come in.”
I opened the door, unsure of what to expect. She hadn’t made an appearance at Dr. Morgan’s lecture that day.
“Hi Gayle.” I gave her a big smile even though she barely glanced my way, keeping her head down as she worked through a stack of papers on her desk.
“Hi. So, did he act weird to you in class today?”
“No. It was like nothing even happened.” I stood at her desk, hoping she’d look up at me. Finally I set a pretty little yellow box on her desk beside her stack of papers.
“What?” Her blue eyes drifted lazily to the box, widening when she saw my gift. She looked up at me. “What’s this?”
“They’re your favorite, right? Sunshine Bakery? Chocolate sprinkles?”
Gayle’s face showed a hint of grin. It quickly became a scowl. “Trying to butter me up or something?”
“Just trying to make this easier for you. I’m sorry you went to all that trouble for me and all it did was cause you extra work. So I did a little Facebook stalking. I know it’s not much but I’m really grateful to you."
She crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. “Did you also find out that I’m trying to lose weight? I’m on a strict diet and I shouldn’t eat this.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.” I felt so foolish. I’d done something to upset her when all I wanted was to repay a sliver of her kindness. But as I observed her sitting there, I knew she must be lying. “Look, I know you have every right to be pissed off but you don’t have to lie to me. Okay? That’s just petty.”
Gayle’s mouth dropped open. “I’m not lying! I’m trying to lose twenty pounds.” She shook her head and looked back down at her stack of papers. “I guess you wouldn’t know what it’s like. You could probably eat a dozen of those and never gain a pound.”
“What the hell are you talking about? You don’t have any extra weight to lose.” I sat down in the chair beside her desk. “Look, Gayle, I’m in a sorority and I see this all the time. I’m gonna tell you what I told Sarah McElroy two nights ago. You’re thin!” I stared in her eyes. “Now eat the damn cookie. Or, in your case, the damn cupcake.”
Gayle smirked. “Whatever. We need to get started.”
For the next hour I took notes as Gayle and I discussed some of the topics of that day’s lecture. We were about halfway through when she opened the box and took a big bite of her cupcake. We shared a brief smile and continued the rest of our session.
By our sixth tutoring session I knew I’d made progress. Gayle had an easy way of explaining some of the most boring concepts and making them practical to me. It also seemed like her anger had cooled off. For the fifth and sixth sessions she greeted me with half-hearted smiles instead of her usual apparent resentment.
I knew she wasn’t completely over it, though. Occasionally she’d remark about being tired from having so much work suddenly dumped in her lap. I told her I was sorry several more times, and each time she continued on like she didn’t hear me.
We were deeply engrossed in a discussion about the inflation rate when she jerked forward in her chair and reached behind her.
“Shit!” Gayle stood up.
“What’s wrong?”
Her face twisted as she slid her hand under the back of her shirt. “I felt a snap. This is so embarrassing.”
“Let me see.” I got out of my chair.
“No, no. I’ll run down to the restroom.”
“No, seriously. I live in a house with a bunch of girls, remember? Let me take a look here.”
“Fine.” She let out loud sigh and turned her back to me.
I lifted her baggy T-shirt. “How old’s this bra?” It was clearly broken, hanging against her back, the two sides unable to connect. “The hooks are all broken.”
“Yeah, I was down to my last hook.”
The tag had completely faded to a light gray. “Is it laundry day? You have nothing else to wear?” I let go of her shirt and let it float back down.
“No.” She turned around to face me. ”This never happens to you?”
“No.” I rapidly shook my head. “I’ve never had that happen to me. I think you wear really old bras." I looked at her chest. “And your boobs are huge."
She laughed.
“No, I’m serious,” I said. “Is that why you wear these baggy clothes all the time? Because you don’t want everyone to see you’re not supporting those things properly?”
Again she laughed. And just then, her stomach growled.
I gasped. “You’re still on that crazy diet.” I looked in her eyes. “When’s the last time you ate something?”
“You know, you don’t have to be hungry for your stomach to growl.”
“I know that growl. I hear it all the time from my sorority sisters. It’s the frustrated growl of hunger.”
Gayle put her palms against her stomach. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.” She went to her desk and opened a drawer. “I have to be somewhere after this and I need a few of those really big safety pins.”
“Oh! I have some. I always have safety pins.” I sat down to rummage through my backpack.
She was still shuffling through supplies in a drawer when I out pulled my emergency supply kit and handed her four large safety pins. “Here,” I said.
She slammed a drawer shut and stared at the pins. “You carry those with you? That’s smart.”
I nodded. “Oh yeah. I learned the hard way. A bad zipper. Cheap fabric. Windy day.” I groaned. “I always have this little supply kit full of stuff every girl needs for emergencies like these. You need help?”
“Uhh... yeah.. sure...” She stumbled over her words.
Gayle pulled the back of her shirt up and leaned forward in her chair as I used the safety pins to hold her bra together where her hooks had failed.
“Okay,” I said. “Stand up. See if you think it’ll hold.”
She pulled her shirt down and stood up. “Yeah, I think it’ll be fine.”
“Jump up and down a little.”
“No. It’ll be fine.”
“I’m serious. I can use more pins. You don’t need the girls flopping around out there unsupported and those pins coming undone and poking you in the back. Just do a little hop.”
“Fine.” She rolled her eyes, then jumped off the floor about one inch. “There. I’m supported and it feels like the pins are intact.”
“Wow. They’re still bouncing.” I couldn’t take my eyes from her breasts. Their movement was practically hypnotic. “Damn, they’re big.”
“Yeah, you said that already.”
“Gayle, I know it’s none of my business but I don’t understand why you’re always hiding your body. I thought these were probably just the clothes you wore around campus but if your bras are all falling apart I have a feeling...”
She grunted. “You sound like my mom.”
“Sorry.” I wanted to tell her she needed to listen to her mom about this, but her downcast eyes told me I should keep my mouth shut. I was still on thin ice with her.
She sat down in her chair. “We only have three more sessions before the final. And you really need to pass that thing.”
I walked to my chair and lowered myself down. “Just so you know, I’d be happy to go shopping with you if you want. I do stuff like this all the time. You’d be shocked at how many of my Freshman sorority sisters come to school each year wearing the wrong stuff for their bodies. We can even do it this weekend. Or next weekend when finals are over.”
She shook her head and looked down at the textbook in her hands.
I sat on the edge of my seat and extended my hand to touch her forearm. “Just give it some thought. You’ve done so much for me. I wish you’d let me do something to help you.”
I kept my hand on her arm, hoping she’d respond. Finally, she turned to me, holding my gaze with her pretty blue eyes.
I swallowed. It was lovely how her long, blond hair framed her face... her flawless skin... her delicate cheekbones...
Gayle bit her plump bottom lip for a moment. “I’ll think about it.” She cleared her throat. “Let’s get back to this. Inflation rate and gross domestic product. This will definitely be on the final.”
“Uh huh.” I licked my lips and picked up my book, finding it much more difficult to concentrate this time.
I smiled. “I’m so glad you decided to do this.” I patted Gayle’s knee. “I promise, you won’t be sorry.”
“Yeah, okay.” Gayle sat beside me, slumped over in the passenger seat, looking like she’d rather be anywhere else.
It was Saturday morning and we were on our way to the mall. She sent me a text message after our last tutoring session to tell me she wanted to take me up on my offer. I squealed when I saw the message. It was my chance to shine. A chance to use my God-given talents to help someone who truly needed me.
A chance to wonder once more how Gayle had replaced Dr. Morgan in my late-night fantasies.
“So,” I said, “I’m thinking we could shop for a few hours then grab lunch at that cute little French place just outside the mall.”
“Shit. What have I gotten myself into?” She groaned and looked up at the ceiling.
“What’s wrong?”
She exhaled, loudly. “I’m riding around with a sorority girl. Going shopping. And then to a frilly little French bistro.” She groaned again. “You know that place doesn’t serve authentic French food, right? It’s just a frou-frou little place for little old ladies and," she cleared her throat, “rich college girls with nothing better to do.”
“Have you ever been to France?”
“No.”
“Well, then how do you know Frenchy’s doesn’t serve authentic French food?”
I had seen her laugh a few times, but never that hard.
“Okay, fine,” I said, when she was calm again. “Forget I suggested it.”
“Look, you’re doing me a favor today. Just stop trying to pay me back.”
“But I enjoy this. Come on. Please?" I slid my hand across her thigh, just for a second. Hopefully just enough to appear casual and not scare her away. “Let’s just have lunch somewhere. It’s no big deal. You pick the restaurant."
She shifted around in her seat. “Please stop. I’ll eat later.”
“Wait. It’s that stupid diet, isn’t it?” I glanced at her as I drove. “I can tell that’s what it is.”
“Stop, okay?”
“You don’t have any weight to lose. And you’re really pretty. Even if you gained some weight you’d still be pretty.
Are you anorexic? I know of some great counselors. I have their numbers in my purse...”
“Enough!”
I cleared my throat and gripped the steering wheel. “Sorry. Just wanted you to know the truth.”
Gayle sighed, exhaling loudly. “I’m going to a formal New Year’s Eve party. It’s for this honor’s business organization I was a member of during undergrad. I already promised some friends I’d go before I found out my ex was gonna be there.” She groaned. “With his new fiancee.”
“Okay.” I shrugged. “What’s that have to do with your starvation diet?”
“I have to look better than her. Or at least make him jealous.”
“And you’ll do that by looking like a broomstick in a dress?”
“I don’t look like a broomstick. I tried on some dresses a few weeks ago and nothing fit right. The woman at the store said something about me having a weird body shape...” her voice trailed off for a moment. “And I always wondered if that’s why we broke up. He made these comments about my clothes all the time.”
“Was it Dr. Morgan?”
“No.”
I gave her a quick glance. She was looking at me with an odd little grin.
“Okay,” I said. I had always been afraid to bring him up during our tutoring sessions for fear that I’d somehow wreck the whole deal with me passing the class, but from her weird look, I knew we’d have to get back to that subject eventually. “Well, I deal with girls and their boyfriend problems daily. And my gut feeling is that the dresses didn’t fit because you have big boobs. Did the sales lady say anything about alterations?”
“Yeah, but the way she said it made me think I just needed to lose weight.”
I shook my head. “We have formal events all the time. Girls with really big boobs always need dress alterations. I promise.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Definitely.” I touched her leg again, this time rubbing it a few times before pulling my hand back. “And, I’m sorry. I hope this doesn’t sound mean. But I have a feeling if your ex made comments about your clothes it’s because you dress like you don’t care what you look like. If your bras are any indication...”
“Well, some of us just don’t wanna look... like...” She paused. “Like we‘re trying too hard.”
“What? Like me?”
She was silent. When I looked over, she was biting her lip, staring straight ahead at the road.
“It’s okay. I like to look good. That doesn’t mean I’m trying too hard. You know, there’s a big difference between trying too hard and not trying at all. I mean, just give it a little more effort.” I chuckled. “Did your ex ever have to deal with one of your exploding bras? Like, maybe you were making out and there was a sudden snap at the worst possible moment?”
I chuckled harder, expecting her to respond. When I finally turned to gage her reaction, she was staring straight ahead with her lips pressed together. I took a deep breath to try to diminish my laughter, then reached over to cup her knee.
She let out a tiny giggle. It turned into a grin when she caught me looking. I looked back at the road and gently squeezed her knee in a show of support. No more bra hooks breaking during make-out sessions.
And, suddenly, I found myself breathing harder as I fantasized about us having a make-out session of our own.
I kept my hand on her knee for just a little bit longer before pulling it back to the steering wheel. Then I spent the rest of our drive trying to convince her to come back to my sorority house that afternoon to try on some of the old dresses we all had hanging around. She said she couldn’t do it that afternoon but she’d think about coming over the following Saturday.
Twenty minutes later we were finally inside the mall after fighting with a bunch of angry Christmas shoppers for a parking space. I had sorely underestimated the amount of people who would be at the mall, but it was December third--prime Christmas-shopping time.
I could see Gayle’s annoyance increase as we trudged through the mall, dodging in between groups of people walking way too slow. I finally pulled her inside one of my favorite places, a small lingerie boutique called
“Mimi’s,” that I frequented with my friends. It had big dressing rooms in the back where more than one person could fit comfortably at a time.
Cheyenne, the pretty brunette sales girl behind the counter, recognized me immediately. “Hey Gina!”
“Hey Chey.”
I only spent a minute catching up with her before I noticed Gayle getting antsy, standing beside me in one place, vacantly looking around at the merchandise and shoppers who had just entered the store.
“So,” I said, “this is my friend, Gayle, and she’s never been here before.” I leaned down closer, whispering. I knew I had to be a little more discreet for Gayle’s sake. “She needs some supportive bras, but they need to be pretty.”
Cheyenne smiled. “Hi Gayle, and welcome to Mimi’s. Let’s get started back here where we can do a fitting and make sure we know what we’re working with.” She gave me a wink as she led Gayle off to the dressing room.
Gayle’s hands were stuffed inside her coat pockets. She glared at me, frowning, as she followed.
I went with them to try to keep Gayle from having a panic attack. I knew I’d have to wait until later to try be alone with her in the dressing room.
Cheyenne had just ushered Gayle inside one of the rooms and turned around to get a measuring tape that hung on the wall when Lisanne, one of other sales girls, called her name from the floor.
“I’m sorry,” Cheyenne said. “We’re really short-staffed today. Someone called out sick and we have all these holiday shoppers. I’ll try to get back here as soon as I can.”
“You know what?” I put my hand on her shoulder. “I know how to do this. Just let me handle it.” I bent down to whisper. “She’ll probably be more comfortable with me anyway.”
She handed me the measuring tape. “Thank you. I’ll be back here to check on you guys after a bit.”
Yes! I greedily took the tape and opened the door to the large dressing room. Gayle sat there on the padded bench, her hands still stuffed in her pockets.
I closed the door behind me. “It’s time to get out of that coat now. We need to get you measured.”
She exhaled, huffing. “Fine.” Gayle then took off her heavy coat, which I promptly hung on the wall.
I hung my coat next to hers. “The shirt, too.”
Huffing again, she pulled her well-worn black T-shirt over her head and tossed it to the bench.
“Oh," I said. Even in her old bra and worn-out jeans, she was breathtaking. Her blond hair fell all over her shoulders, setting off her light blue eyes exquisitely. She had a natural beauty, the kind I rarely saw. I could tell she was wearing no makeup, yet her cheeks had a peachy glow and her lips were full, and stained a nice rosy tint.
“Gina?” She chuckled. “You just gonna make me stand here?”
“Sorry.” I looked down at her chest.
I could have asked her to hold the end of the measuring tape as I walked around her in a circle, but that wouldn’t have been as much fun. Instead, stood in front of her with the tape in one hand, then reached around her back with both arms. Then, using both hands, I brought the tape forward to meet at her chest, just below her bra.
“Well?” she asked. “What’s the measurement?”
“I should do it again to make sure it’s accurate.”
This time I leaned in a little further. She was only slightly taller than me, so my lips were mere inches below hers as I looked in her eyes and held the measuring tape at her back. A rush of warmth made its way inside my panties as my fingers brushed against her soft skin. I kept my eyes set on hers and, slower than before, ran the tape around to her chest. I stayed there, gazing up at her long after my fingers met in front.
Gayle was perfectly still, her chest rhythmically expanding as she breathed a bit harder. Her pretty blue eyes looked deep into mine.
I wanted to kiss her. Hell, I wanted to do a lot more than kiss her. “I need to measure across your nipples now.”
She sucked in a breath. “You do? That’s how you measure for a bra size?”
I smiled. “You’ve really never done this before?”
She grinned and shook her head. “No.”
“I’m going to measure you kind of the same way but this time across your nipples. I need to get your cup size.”
“So, I keep my bra on for this?”
I almost stupidly told her the truth, which was a simple ‘yes.’ But I chose a more creative answer. “I’ll do one measurement with your bra on and then you can take it off and I’ll measure you that way. It all depends on how perky your boobs are. Most girls as well endowed as you need the bra to hold them up. We need the nipples pointing straight ahead."
She nodded.
I leaned forward and brought the tape around her from the back, this time looking down at her chest to make sure I was measuring in the right place. I deliberately brought my fingers under the tape to slide across her bra so I could feel her nipples. Mmm... they were hard as rocks. It was completely unnecessary to touch them but it made her gasp and it absolutely soaked my panties.
“Okay,” I said. “Do you wanna take it off and see if we get the same number?”
Gayle looked in my eyes but didn’t say a word. She just reached around to her back, and soon her bra straps hung loose on her shoulders. She pulled them down slowly, never breaking our gaze.
I couldn’t stop myself from looking down at her gorgeous naked breasts. They were surprisingly perky, considering their heft. She had a small waist and natural, big breasts. I’d known girls who’d paid thousands of dollars to have what she was given by way of genetics. “Wow.”
She giggled.
“You’re beautiful, Gayle.” I tore my gaze away from her nakedness to look in her eyes. “You don’t do this body enough justice with those baggy clothes you wear.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
“I’m serious.” Looking in her eyes, I stretched my arms around her back. This time I leaned in even closer, gently pressing my chest to hers. Her eyes showed no reaction, but I felt her breath rush out at once against my face.
I pulled the measuring tape around her and leaned back just enough to give myself room to run the tape across her bare breasts.
“Are they perky enough?” she asked.
“Yeah, they’re big and perky. You’re blessed.” I brushed my fingers against her hard, naked nipples. “And you really are beautiful.”
“Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes barely narrowing as they pierced mine.
I couldn’t believe how calm she was. Did she enjoy me standing there, touching her, no longer pretending to measure her? Was she as turned on as I was? Could I possibly get away with just a little more?
Maintaining contact with her alluring blue eyes, I kept the measuring tape between my fingers and slid my palms along her breasts, gently, enjoying the way her hard nipples pressed against my skin.
Gayle’s lips parted just a little. Her hands were straight down at her sides when she could have easily used them to push me away.
I looked at her perfect lips, wondering what she’d do if I kissed her. And then there was a knock at the door.
Horror flashed across Gayle’s face. She immediately turned away to reach for her bra.
I kept my angry scream inside my head.
It was Lisanne. “You girls need any help?”
“No!” I shouted.
“Okay. Cheyenne told me to come back here and check. I'll let her know you're okay."
I heard her walk away. Gayle was already pulling her bra over her shoulders.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I have to go.” She shook her head, looking down at the floor. “I’ll call someone to come get me.”
“No.” I touched her arm. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Let me take you home.”
She jerked away from me. “What’s my bra size?”
I did the calculation in my head. “34-D.”
She nodded. “Great.” She kept on nodding as she slipped her shirt over her head, but she wouldn’t look at me again. “Thanks. I appreciate your help with that.”
“Please don’t go. Just tell me how to fix this."
In seconds, she was all dressed, pushing past me, ignoring my pleas for her to stop. I grabbed my coat and followed her as she made a beeline through the store and out to the crowded mall.
“Gayle?” I put my hand in the crook of her elbow and followed along.
She walked a little further, stopping between two kiosks where there was a little less traffic. She grabbed my hand and pushed it away, forcefully. “I really have to go. I’ll see you Tuesday.”
And with that, she walked away. I came around the kiosks and stood in one place, watching her pretty blond head bob along until she blended in with the crowd.
“Hey.” Gayle’s tone was the flattest I’d ever heard when she greeted me on Tuesday. “You’re ready for the final, I hope.”
I shut her office door and stood just inside, determined to make her look up at me from her desk. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
“Good.” She sat at her desk, absently marking through a stack of papers. “It’d be a shame for you to fail the class.”
“Well, if I did, could I just take a spanking and call it even?”
That made her turn in her chair and look at me.
“Maybe,” she said. “Depends on how kinky he’s feeling, I guess.” She immediately turned back to her desk with her pen.
I sat down on the very edge of the chair beside her desk, trying to look in her eyes. “Please talk to me.”
“I just need another minute to finish these. Take your book out and get ready. We need to get this over with.”
The finality in her voice made me sad. Much sadder than I expected, in fact. “Please, Gayle. Let’s talk about Saturday. I’m so sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”
Her eyebrows furrowed as she flipped through her papers. “There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Come on.” I reached forward to touch her shoulder. “You know there is."
Gayle pressed her lips together. She dropped her pen on the desk, glaring at me. “Don’t touch me.”
I immediately pulled my arm back and folded my hands in my lap. “I’m sorry. Please forgive me.”
She slowly shook her head. “What do you want from me, Gina? There’s nothing else I can do about your grade.”
“What?”
“Or maybe you think I can get you a job if yours falls through?” Her eyebrows arched. “You know, I’m not Dr.
Morgan. I was surprised he didn’t just spank you or let you suck his dick that day.” She mumbled inaudibly under her breath for a moment, rolling her eyes. “But you’re too smart for that. You’re actually a lot smarter than I originally thought. And you’re manipulative.”
“What? You’ve got it all wrong...”
“No.” She leaned forward in her chair. “You know exactly how to get what you want. You knew how to get that job offer you didn’t deserve. You knew how to manipulate Dr. Morgan. And I’m just the chump who had to give up her afternoons to tutor you.”
“No, you’re wrong. I wasn’t trying to manipulate anybody. He really made me cry...”
She snorted. “You know what? It wasn’t my idea to get you that extra credit. I just had to pretend like it was. Dr. Morgan had me listening for you after he posted grades that day."
I stared into her angry eyes, waiting for her to continue.
“Yeah.” She nodded. “We knew about your job offer. He wasn’t about to let you fail. He and that Cottingham guy go way back. He just wanted you to study and learn the material. And if you didn’t, he’d get to spank you. He loves that.” She crossed her arms, huffing. “But, then you turned on the water works and somehow the whole plan changed. You didn’t have to do any extra studying. Didn’t get punished. Nope. Not you.” She shook her head, scoffing, her lips bunched together to highlight her sarcasm. “And you got extra help for the final. At my expense.”
“You mean he really wanted to spank me?”
“Oh my God!" Her jaw dropped. “Is that all you got from everything I just said?”
I shrugged, suddenly feeling timid. “It’s a lot to process.”
Gayle tilted her head to the side, her glare full of contempt. “Well, don’t miss the obvious point I’m trying to make. You don’t need to pay me back and your bribes will get you nowhere.” She looked down at her desk, exhaling loudly. “Maybe someone like Dr. Morgan would appreciate it but not me.”
“Huh? You think I was trying to bribe you or pay you back?”
“Yeah. Duh. You even told me you wanted to pay me back. But you didn’t need to go that far...” Her voice trailed off.
“Gayle.” I stared at her face, trying to will her eyes to look into mine. “That’s not what I was doing on Saturday. Not at all.”
She picked up her pen and started to flip through the stack of papers again.
I groaned. “Was it really that bad spending time with me the past few weeks? Because the last few sessions have been...” I sucked in a deep breath, unsure what to say. She seemed to pay me no attention. “Well, they’ve been the highlights of my days. My weeks. Maybe even this whole semester.”
She held her pen still, looking down at the papers, puzzled.
I continued. “I wasn’t trying to pay you back or bribe you. I promise you that.” I gently placed my hand on her arm.
Gayle turned to me, her expression softening. “What were you trying to do then?”
Her soulful blue eyes turning my way made me lose my concentration. “Damn you’re beautiful,” I said.
“What?” She squinted. “What is it? What do you want from me?”
I paused, gently squeezing her arm. “I don’t know. You turn me on and I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“You can’t be serious.”
I nodded. “I am.” I let out a quiet chuckle. “It surprised me too.”
“Uh...” Her eyes darted around, unfocused. But I noticed she hadn’t made me move my hand. “I don’t know what to do with that.”
“Well, why don’t we get together after finals? Maybe Friday night?” My heart raced. I knew it might be my last chance to talk her into it. “Or Saturday? You said you’d think about coming to my sorority house to try on dresses. But I could just go to your place with some dresses and a big bottle of wine. I know what kind you like.
Facebook stalking, remember?”
“Uh... well... I do still need some help picking out a dress.” She stared at the wall above her desk.
“I can help. And I know a few girls whose old dresses might fit you. We can start there. Decide what looks good on you so you’ll know what to look for when you go shopping.” I knew it was a pathetic excuse to get her out of those clothes but it was all I had.
“Let me think about it, okay?” Gayle’s eyes took on a dazed expression that lasted the rest of our session.
She eventually said she might give me a call before the weekend, and she left it at that. We somehow got through the rest of the hour, and I even managed to learn something new for the macroeconomics final. I also made sure to lean forward to give her a reassuring pat on the arm or thigh as often as possible.
“Hello?” Gayle’s lovely face appeared in front of me as she opened the door. She wore her usual well-worn jeans and baggy, plain T-shirt, faded to a very light blue.
“Hey.” I pushed my way inside, carrying three dresses protected by garment bags, a cold bottle of wine, and my purse. “It’s freezing today.”
She shut the door behind me and looked me up and down. “It’s probably that short dress you’re wearing.”
“Yeah.” I giggled and took off my coat as I kicked off my three-inch heels inside the front door. I deliberately wore a little green cotton dress with a zipper all the way down the front. I borrowed from one of my sorority sisters, who thought it was a strange choice of clothing on such a cold night. But I just nodded with her in agreement, volunteering no information about my plans for the evening.
I also sent my boyfriend, Kent, a break-up text message before I left the house. He hadn’t responded yet but I was pretty sure he already felt it coming since I had completely avoided him for the past two weeks.
It was Friday and I hadn’t spoken to Gayle since I left her office on Tuesday. She called me at exactly 4:14 that afternoon to tell me she wanted to try on some dresses and that her roommates were just about to leave for winter break but she was staying until Sunday. I had already made plans to stay until Sunday myself, hoping she’d call.
“So.” I draped the dresses over the back of a recliner. “Where can I put this wine?”
“You really brought that?”
I smiled. “It’s chilled. Get a corkscrew and some glasses.” I placed the bottle on the coffee table and sat down on the couch.
Gayle returned from the kitchen a few minutes later with two large glasses and a corkscrew, apologizing for her lack of stemware. I told her it was fine, and I happily filled hers more than halfway, encouraging her to drink up. I assured her that it wasn’t my intention to get her drunk. I just thought she could stand to unwind a little to celebrate the end of the semester. If she only knew just how much I was willing to help with that unwinding.
She drank reluctantly at first but after a few sips she was a little more talkative. She sat on the opposite side of the couch, telling me more about her ex-boyfriend, the honors organization, her roommates. Every few minutes, as I saw the wine in her glass diminishing, I slid down the couch a few more inches. When I was finally close enough, I put my hand on her knee.
“Gina,” she looked down at my hand, “is this how you sorority girls usually act?”
“What do you mean?” I brought my glass to my lips to take a sip.
She slowly shifted her gaze from my hand to my eyes. “Are all of you so...” she paused, biting her lip, “affectionate?”
I almost choked on my drink. Then I coughed a few times and set my glass on the coffee table. “No.” I shook my head. “I told you, you turn me on.” Looking in her eyes, I started to slide my hand slowly up the inside of her thigh, outside her jeans, hoping to make my way inside them.
Her eyes met mine, her pouty lips opening slightly. I was a few inches away from her zipper when she inhaled in a forceful gasp and stood up. “Why don’t I just try on some of those dresses you brought?”
“Sure.” I squirmed in my seat as I watched her walk over to the recliner and drape the dresses over her arm. She started to walk out of the room. “Where are you going?” I asked.
“I’m gonna go try one on.” She cleared her throat, looking around nervously. “I’ll let you know if I need help, okay?”
“Okay.”
As soon as she left the room I spread my legs and reached under my dress, placing my palm fully against my mound to relieve a little of my ache. My instinct told me she was nervous and inexperienced, and maybe she just didn’t know what she wanted. And honestly, I didn’t know what I wanted either. But I knew I longed to touch those tits again. And I wanted to know what it was like to kiss that beautiful, perfect mouth. And, also, to maybe spread her legs wide open and dive in face first...
I heard her footsteps coming down the hall and immediately pulled my dress back down.
“So?” she asked. “What do you think?” Gayle held the top of the short, strapless navy blue dress. She wore a bra underneath. “I told you I have a weird shape.”
“No, you don’t have a weird shape.” I stood up and walked over to her, instantly tugging at the waist of the dress.
“See? It’s too big, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, that’s what I mean. And I can’t get the top to zip up.”
“Gayle!” I wanted to shake her. “Have you really never done this before? Didn’t you go to prom in high school?
Homecoming? Anything? Ever been a bridesmaid?”
“No,” she said, her voice thin. “Well, okay. Yeah. I was goth in high school.”
I groaned. “Did you wear some kind of black lacy funeral dress to prom?”
“No. I wore a long stretchy black dress. It was originally a Halloween costume.”
“Okay.” I nodded. Knowing she used to be a goth girl somehow made sense to me. “Well, just so you know, it’s not your body, it’s the dress. You have big boobs and a small waist and any dress you find will need alterations if you want it to look good. I’ll still be in town tomorrow if you’d like me to help you pick something out.”
“Yeah, okay. Maybe.” She bent forward a little as she smoothed the bottom of the dress.
I saw a flash of pink fabric when she bent forward. “Hey, is that a new bra?”
She blushed, staring down at the floor. “Yeah. I went back to that store at the mall.” She chuckled nervously. Her eyes darted around the room until they settled on mine, as if by accident.
My breath caught in my throat. Even though the dress didn’t fit her, the color enhanced her natural beauty perfectly. Her blue eyes... her ivory skin... her silky blond hair... Until then, I never really knew what it meant to have someone take your breath away. She was absolutely stunning.
Still looking in my eyes, Gayle cleared her throat. “Umm, do you maybe wanna,” she cleared her throat again, “come to my room and help me decide which one to try next?”
“Yes.”
“Okay.” She held my gaze for a few more seconds before turning around and walking down the hall.
I dashed to the coffee table and grabbed the wine bottle with both hands, then ran down the hall to catch up with her. I hoped like hell she wasn’t setting me up for disappointment.
Gayle’s bedroom was tidy and plain. Atop the bed was a simple white comforter. The only decorations on the wall were a few pictures that looked like they were probably her family. Aside from a jewelry box on the dresser there was nothing to indicate that I was standing in a woman’s bedroom.
She stood there wearing the navy blue dress, staring at me as I took a long swig straight from the bottle. When I finished she smiled and took the bottle, tipping it up to the ceiling, drinking until it was almost gone. Then she handed it back to me, giggling.
“Damn,” I said, “I must really make you nervous.” I put the bottle on the dresser next to her jewelry box.
“Maybe just a little.” She looked in my eyes for a second then took a deep breath and looked straight ahead as she reached around to her back, fumbling around for the zipper.
“Let me help.” I walked up behind her. Sure enough, the zipper was open halfway down her back. She must have taken it as far as she could until her massive breasts made it impossible. I smiled and pulled the zipper down slowly until I saw the top of her panties. “Nice,” I said, “you got panties to match.” The bra she wore had plain white straps but the rest of it consisted of a pink floral print.
“Yeah.” She pushed the dress down and stepped out of it. She continued to speak as she placed it on the hanger and slipped it inside the garment bag. “I figured, what the hell? You only live once.”
I laughed. “Yep. Might as well live it up.”
She turned to me, laughing like she was in on the joke. “I know, you think I’m ridiculous. I can’t help it. I’ve just never been into this girly stuff.”
“It’s okay. You probably think I’m ridiculous too.”
She shrugged, then carefully spread the garment bag across the foot of the bed before turning to look at me. “I don’t know. You’re a lot different than I thought you’d be.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.” I stood near the head of her bed, smiling. “But just how different am I?”
“Well,” she looked around the room, biting her lip, “for one thing, you’re really smart. Like, probably a lot smarter than you realize.”
“You think so?” The ‘smarter than you realize’ part was surprising. And also, kind of sweet.
“Yeah. Definitely.” She slowly walked toward me. “And you care about people. I didn’t expect that about you. I don’t think you did poorly in the class because you were too busy with inane Greek activities.” She shook her head. “I think you make time for your friends because they need you.”
“I guess so.” I didn’t expect her to say something so nice. I might have teared up a little if I hadn’t been thoroughly distracted by the hourglass body walking toward me. She was a vision like nothing I’d ever seen. Long blond hair, perfect curves, her soft lips forming a shy smile.
“And something else that’s different about you.” She took a few more steps until she stood in front of me. “I never would’ve thought a cute little sorority girl would be hanging out with me in my bedroom on a Friday night like this.
The semester’s over. Shouldn’t you be out celebrating?”
“That’s exactly what I’m doing tonight. With you." I put my hands on her hips and looked deep in her eyes.
She let out a little gasp when I slid my hand across her stomach to the outside of her satiny underwear, stopping just below her navel.
I almost let my fingers dive inside those sexy panties, but something in her eyes caught me off guard. For days I’d openly let myself have some of the dirtiest thoughts of my life about this woman and I didn’t think twice about it. The occasional fling with one of my girlfriends had never been a big deal to me. But suddenly, this felt different.
This didn’t feel like a fling.
She closed her eyes. “I have to tell you something. I’ve never done this before. Not with another girl.”
“I’m not sure I have either.”
She opened her eyes. “What?”
“You wouldn’t believe the thoughts I’ve had about you," I whispered breathlessly as I slipped my fingers inside the very top of her panties. “About your body.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I leaned in closer, whispering in her ear. “But you have me so confused. I don’t know what I want anymore.”
“You’re not the only one.” She looked down at my body and lightly put her hands around my waist. Then her eyes floated back up to meet mine. “I have no idea what’s going on.” She grinned. “But I know I don’t like being the only one standing here in my underwear.”
I giggled, relieved that she’d lightened the mood. Keeping my eyes fixed on hers, I unzipped my little green dress and let it fall to the floor. “Better?”
“Yeah.” She nodded, looking my naked body up and down.
“Good.” I stood there, watching her mouth slowly fall open as she panted for air. Her gaze lingered at my chest, then drifted south, settling there for a while before gently coming back up to my chest. “Oh fuck, Gayle.” I put my arms around her and slid my hands up her back, quickly unhooking her bra.
She inhaled sharply and looked in my eyes. “Yeah?”
My heart was beating so fast it almost scared me. I pulled her bra over her shoulders and down her arms until it fell to the floor. “I can’t wait anymore.” I leaned forward to taste her beautiful lips.
She put her arms around me and pressed her chest against mine, moaning softly as she kissed me back.
And, suddenly, my insane longing for her was at an all-time high, increasing along with the passion of our kiss. I moved my hands to the back of her head, holding her there only for a moment, then sliding down her back to her panties, working their way inside to cup and knead her taut, perfect ass.
Her moans into my mouth sounded hungry, almost painful. Her tongue showed no fear as it lapped around mine.
I felt her hands move down to my ass, kneading mine the way I kneaded hers. Her kiss grew harder and greedier as I felt her hips rocking against me.
I let my hands go crazy as we kissed until my fingers dipped in between her thighs. I knew I had to break that amazing kiss, and when I did, I immediately whispered, “I need to taste the rest of you.”
Gayle’s response was merely a deep, breathless sigh as I bent my head down to take one of her nipples between my lips. As my wanting mouth finally had its way with her breast, I cupped the other one and slid my palm against it like I had that day in the dressing room, feeling her hard nipple prod against my skin. This time nothing could have stopped me. It felt like I’d waited my whole life to indulge myself in those plump, perfect tits. I kneaded one as I bathed the other with my tongue.
She wove her fingers into my hair, holding my head in place. I heard her breathless voice barely able to moan in between gasps for air.
I switched sides, sucking her other breast as I rolled her nipple between my fingers, feeling how slippery it was from my mouth. I used my other hand to reach down to the waistband of her panties, intending to inch them down. But just then, the alluring scent of her need started to gently tickle my nose. I changed course, my fingers going down the outside of her panties to settle between her thighs and immediately slide along the drenched cotton. My plans quickly changed once again.
In what seemed like a split second, I opened my mouth to let go of her breast then knelt down in front of her to use both hands to pull her panties all the way to the floor. Before she could even step out of them, I lapped at her mound, then slid in between her tempting pink folds. I heard her squeal as my tongue hit a brand new target.
I stayed there, eagerly licking as much as I could, thrusting my tongue up and down her delicious wet lips as she rocked her hips against me and spread her legs open a little wider. I stopped for a second when I felt her leg move to free herself from her panties.
I chuckled, watching her kick her underwear away from her ankles. “So, you like to get yours waxed too? That’s hot.”
“Not usually. Just thought you might prefer it that way.” She smiled down at me, biting her lip.
I smiled back at her for just a second before giving her pussy one long, deliberate lick. Then I sat back on my heels. “Get on the bed.”
She sat down on top of her bedspread and pushed herself back. I stood up and looked down at her scrumptious naked body, barely able to breathe. I’d never wanted a woman so much in my life. I instantly crawled onto the bed and put my arms under her thighs, spreading them wide, getting her in perfect position. I met her eyes with one last smile before burying my face in her pussy.
“Gina!” She screamed just as I felt her fingers twisting in my hair.
I lapped up as much of those luscious juices as my tongue would allow. She probably had no idea how good she tasted. I wanted to pleasure her but I selfishly just wanted to let myself taste her. I sucked on her lips and thrust my tongue as deep inside her pussy as I could before pulling out to lick up to her clit. I stayed there, licking in random circles until she shrieked and tugged at my hair.
I had to come up for one good, deep breath. “Fuck, you taste good,” I said, keeping my gaze between her thighs.
Then I stuck out my tongue, going back for more. This time I licked in long, fast strokes from her ass all the way to her clit, ignoring her cries that begged me to get her off. When she finally held my hair in big handfuls and pulled my face where she wanted, I sucked on her clit and licked it violently, faster and harder until I heard her scream my name over and over. Her hips twisted beneath my mouth, rocking her thighs hard against my arms.
I let my tongue linger, gently licking her juices until she quieted down. I didn’t stop until I heard her weakly call my name.
I lifted my head to look up at her pretty face. “Yeah?”
Her eyes made contact with mine for a short moment before her head fell back on the pillow. I saw her chest rise and fall as her breathing slowly returned to normal.
I let go of her legs and crawled up next to her, propping my head up on my elbow, smiling. “Thanks for letting me do that.”
Her eyes popped open, staring at me. “You’re thanking me?” She chuckled as her eyes closed again. Then she inhaled, deeply. “I’ve never felt anything like that before.”
I paused, enjoying the way her lovely breasts moved just a little as her breathing calmed down. “I hope its not the only time I get to enjoy your body like that.”
She smiled, her eyes still closed. “Me too. But I don’t think I’m ready to reciprocate just yet.” She blindly reached out and smoothed her hand over my stomach. “Can you give me time to work up to that?”
“Sure.” I had the biggest smile on my face. “If that’s what you want. Tonight you can just watch me reciprocate on myself.”
She laughed. I never realized how melodic her laughter sounded until then. “Gina,” she said, “I’ve never known anyone like you before.”
“I hope that’s a good thing.”
“It is.” She opened her big blue eyes, nodding. “It definitely is.”
As I saw her grinning sweetly, her eyes locked on mine, I knew this was the beginning of something brand new for me. I thought back to that day when I stood beside her in Dr. Morgan’s house. It felt so silly and so far away.
And suddenly, I was grateful that I’d almost failed that class. I was grateful for my nights of agony and grief over my future, and what might happen if I couldn’t graduate on time. And now my future once again looked uncertain, but in a way I hadn’t foreseen. I found myself sad that the semester was ending.
“What are you thinking about?” she asked. “Looks like you’re off somewhere.”
I paused for a second as a crazy thought wandered into my mind. “You need a date for that New Year’s Eve formal?”
Gayle’s eyebrows furrowed. Her mouth dropped slightly open. She stared at me curiously, then sat up on her elbows. “Yeah.” A warm smile spread across her face. “Maybe.”
“It’s okay, beautiful.” I stroked her hair. “I’ll give you time to work up to that, too.”
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