As I walked into John's office, the first thing that I noticed was his desk. It was littered with books and papers and computer disks. The second thing that I noticed was that he was not in it. I took a moment to refresh my lipstick, a bright shade of red, and returned to the receptionist's desk.
"Oh yes, I'm sorry," she said. "He's gone to lunch. He should be back in 10 minutes or so. Feel free to wait in his office if you like." I nodded and headed back down the hallway to John's office.
I sat down in the high-backed leather chair behind his desk and considered how to best use this time alone. I had simply been planning on surprising him with a visit, although given my clothing, it was definitely surprise with sexual possibility. I was wearing a short red and black plaid skirt, black stockings and heels, and a black shirt that showed off my round breasts quite nicely. The outfit was definitely too risque for the office, but that was the whole point...
Susan and Heather had been best friends since the first day of high school. Four years later they crammed for finals as they had always done, late night study sessions that found one or the other sharing the same bed as it became too late to head home. A water main break at the school had given them an unexpected day off and both were more than happy to sleep in as everyone else in Heather's family left for their respective schools and jobs.
Heather woke up first. She lightly rubbed her eyes as she watched her friend sleep. Susan's nightshirt had crept above her waist and as she lay still, Heather fixed her eyes on the cotton print panties that Susan was wearing. They seemed to be a little tight and she could clearly make out the outline of her friends crotch. She wasn't sure why she was getting a strange feeling looking at another girl. It was the same feeling she got just before she played with herself.
Over the past ten years I've come a long way from a sweet, innocent, extremely naive 18-year old from the Bible Belt to, with the possible exception of my Aunt Sally, the best cock sucker and blowjob artist to be found. I left home when I was 18 to attend college in southern California.
My parents were very strict; my father is a Baptist minister and my mother teaches summer school and leads the church choir. They only agreed to my going to school there if I stayed with my Aunt Sally, who lived within a few blocks of the college.
Sally was only ten years older than me but had a master's degree in library science with a minor in economics. Mom and Dad approved of her highly and felt that she, despite being only 28, would be a fit guardian for their sweet little virgin daughter. How little they knew.
I am a student. The semester ended about two weeks ago, and, as every year, on the last day there is the annual diner-and-dance night.
That was where I met Angela. She was 18. She'd just arrived three weeks before. As a courtesy, I offered to take her around and lend her any needed assistance.
Last Friday night she called me and gave the excuse that she couldn't make it back to her place because it was too far away (a good 45 minutes' drive), and asked if she could stay over my place. I readily agreed, and about ten minutes later she arrived. She said she was hungry so we drove out to a nearby take-away place and grabbed a couple of hamburgers We got back to my room and ate while watching telly, but since there was nothing much on, we switched it off and talked, making some tentative plans to visit some attractions.
Jeri and I had been married for about ten years, and most of our relationship had been great. We enjoyed most of the same things: music, sports, movies, and sex. We made love often, and it was usually super.
Nevertheless, I had always had this nagging feeling that she was not being completely satisfied by our lovemaking. Still, I had to admit that she almost always seemed to reach orgasm, particularly when I took her clit in my lips and licked back and forth across it as fast as my tongue could go. I could see her tummy muscles tighten in spasms as she groaned faster and faster until she cried out and then relaxed, becoming all soft and warm. Her climaxes were similar when I pushed my cock in as far and as fast and as hard as I could, but those orgasms were not as intense (at least I wasn't sure). As a result of this concern, I began to wonder whether I might be falling somewhat "short" in fulfilling her sexual needs.
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