Bill had been teaching freshman biology for only four years now, but he knew exactly what type of student Kristen Parker was. She would show up for her appointment promptly at five, despite the fact that she hardly ever showed up for class. She would tell the story about the dead grandmother, and expect to be given an A. But the fact remained; she failed the first exam.
He wondered what they had been teaching these kids in high school. It seemed that by the time you got to college you would be able to handle a little upset in life, (assuming of course the upset was for real, and it seldom was). It was a tough situation. These were potentially good students, but they failed. He could offer a makeup exam, but she would probably fail that too.
An empty bottle of homemade blackberry wine lay on its side... purple drops of sweetness leaving a trail on the carpet. The firelight flickered, drying out the moist scent of sex in the living room.
Two bodies lay exhausted on the floor, sofa cushions and pillows strewn around the masculine room. His hand trailed through her shoulder length hair, the chestnut brown sheen radiated red and gold in the reflection of the fire's glow.
Her breathing was shallow and fast. He watched as her breasts fluttered with her rhythm. One of her hands, long, elegant with its short, blunt nails, lifted languidly and then dropped, as if the effort of pushing against gravity was too much to achieve.
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.
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