“I want to watch both of you two together,” she said.
“What?” Sam said, bravado coming forward, “I thought we were coming out here to do you.”
“Maybe,” Amanda said, holding up the book so they could see the page she’d picked out. “But this position looks like it’d work well with two men, too, and thinking about the two of you – together – is making me hot.”
The image showed a woman, on her back, hanging slightly off the edge of a bed. Her legs were pulled up, bent at the knees, with the ankles hooked over her lover’s shoulders. You couldn’t tell from the angle of the photo, but one presumed that he had his cock buried deep inside of her. They were “On the Edge.”
“I’m up for it,” Johnny said, slipping his slender hand onto Sam’s thigh and giving a little squeeze.
Amanda was surprised when Sam didn’t say anything at all. He looked briefly at Johnny, and then at the hand on his leg, and released a guttural moan. Then he was on Johnny, hand tightly fisted behind his head, and kissing the smaller man with what looked like a whole lot of pent-up passion.
The sight of the two handsome male specimens going at it instantly got Amanda hot. The book of sexual inspiration dropped to the floor, and her hand found its way into her panties. Wetness seeped over her fingers.
Both Sam and Johnny shed their shorts, and Amanda sized the two men up. Although he was shorter and thinner than Sam, Johnny’s cock actually stood out: thicker and wider. Sam wrapped his palm around Johnny’s cock and pulled him closer on the cushioned bench, their tongues lashing and their breathing growing heavier.
Johnny ducked his head down and deep-throated Sam’s cock. With his eyes shut, he looked like he was lost in glorious pleasure. The muscles on Johnny’s golden-toned tight ass stood out as he sucked on Sam. Letting out another moan, Sam held the back of Johnny’s head, stroking the dark hair softly. His body quivered in the subdued lighting.
How far would they go? Amanda wondered. They didn’t have any sort of lubricant with them; they hadn’t thought that far ahead, but there’s definitely something to be said for saliva action, and the way Johnny was now spinning his tongue around the outside of Sam’s cock, he was doing a good job of slicking him up.
The excursion started out at a brisk pace. As Reed’s feet pounded into the pavement, he let the stresses of the day go away. He liked that steady thump-thump-thump. The night was still, and he could hear the beating of his own heart, the flowing of his blood through his veins, reverberating through his body. He was alive, damn it, and he would solve his sister’s missing person’s case. He rounded a corner and stopped at a water fountain for a sip of cool water. The sounds of crickets soothed his ears. He loved how the animals and insects took back the world at night. Humans may have tread upon everything during the day hours, but everything changed when the sun went down.
He slowed his pace, thinking about heading back to his room and turning in for the evening. Then, ever so subdued, he heard another sound, a cry out in the night, and he quickened his step, unsure of what he’d find. It was well past curfew time and all the students should have been in their dorms, fast asleep.
If anyone was out, they were not supposed to be. As he rounded the corner to one of the retreated alcoves, he saw her first: Amanda. Although her back was to him, he recognized her shapely figure right away. It was as if something in him instantly knew her. He took in the curves of her calves, the calling of her inner thighs, and then he noticed what it was she was watching. Two men were going at it on one of the sofas. Lost in lust, all three of them were oblivious to anything else around them, especially his presence.
With his own cock now crying out for a bit of attention, Reed shifted himself downward and moved forward until he was just within reach of Amanda.
He wound one arm around her waist, holding her against him and his obvious excitement, and pushed aside her dark locks with his other hand, dipping in for a small kiss on the back of her neck.
“Impatient little vixen, aren’t you?” Reed breathed against her bare skin. “Looks like someone is going to need some personal training.”
The sound of Reed’s voice cutting through the quiet night sent Sam and Johnny scrambling, but Reed didn’t seem much interested in their antics. Instead, he remained focused on Amanda. After thinking about him for so very long, his nearness made her tremble. She felt like an over-excited high school student with her crush nearby.
“You two, get dressed and get back to your dorm,” Reed said, addressing the boys. “We’ll deal with your infractions later. And don’t think I’ll forget.”
Amanda straightened her skirt and bent to pick up the manual that lay at her feet.
“Did I dismiss you, Ms. Wilkinson?” Reed said. “For some reason, I thought you may be a problem student and it seems like you’re proving me right.”
Bless their heart, both Sam and Johnny hesitated before heading down the path, waiting to see if there was anything that they could do for her. Their lack of movement didn’t escape Reed, either.
“Did I stutter?” he asked. “Move it, or the consequences will be worse. Don’t worry about Ms. Wilkinson. I’ll make sure that she returns to the dorm safely.”
As Amanda saw the two fade out of her sight, she felt the chance of escape go with them. What was there to really fear about being left alone with Reed, though? It’s not that she hadn’t fantasized about being with him, because in the last week she’d done plenty of that. If anything, she thought about him too much. And that alone frightened her. She could want something. That physical desire was perfectly normal. That physical draw was one of the things that had brought her to the school in the first place.
To need someone though – that scared the hell out of her.
Still with her back to Reed, she felt him place his hands on her hips and turn her around. Gently, more than she would have predicted, he placed a hand on either side of her face and drew her closer.
“What do you think you were doing out here?” he asked, bringing his lips close to hers. “You could have put yourself in danger.”
Momentarily, she thought he meant by being out with two guys, and then as his lips touched hers, she lost all thought process and became lost in the feeling of rightness.
Ever so softly, his tongue ran along the bottom of her lip, as if asking for entry. She opened her mouth slightly with a sigh, and pressed her body into his. With that small acquiesce, he was in, and with each stroke of his tongue, their kisses grew more fevered. If she thought she was turned on earlier by watching the boys make out, it was nothing compared to this one-on-one action.
Reed wrapped one of his arms around her back and walked her backward, toward the soft cushions. Amanda felt her pulse quicken. She sunk back into the cushions with Reed on top of her. Between her legs, she could feel his manhood pressing against her from inside his sweat shorts. They offered little barrier, and it didn’t take much imagination for her to figure out how much he wanted her.
His hands slipped beneath her light sweater and, as one thumb rubbed against her already hard nipple, she thanked the gods for easy access. As the sensations lit her nerve endings on fire, she arched upward, against his hard cock, and lifted her neck. He took the offering, running his mouth along her jaw line, to her neck, and finally stopping to suck the tender spot below her ear.
“You feel so fucking good,” Reed said. “How I wanted you. You being here with those guys really got to me.”
“I didn’t want them,” she tried to explain. She was more excited by the thought of watching them than being with them. Like a man possessed, Reed took her mouth back, stopping any possibility of explanation.
She was dying to see what he felt like, so she slipped one of her hands into his shorts. Bare slick skin greeted her fingers. The tip of his cock was wet with his pre-come, and as she brushed against the sensitive skin, Reed sucked in a breath and jerked his hips back in surprise.
She gripped him harder, pumping his cock in a firm
sliding motion, up and down, feeling his skin move with her, increasing the friction.
“I can’t take much of that sweetness,” he said. “You’re going to make me come like a school-boy.”
“So come,” she said, feeling the power of him. “Let me feel how much you want me.”
Thick come jettisoned over her hand. Reed’s body twitched, and he reached down to kiss her once, twice, three times, before shifting to the side of her body and laying next to her.
“Told you I couldn’t take too much of that,” he said, breathing loudly. “Usually, I have much more staying power.”
“You’ll have to convince me of that later,” she said. “For now, I’ll believe you.”
She wiped her hand along the inside of his shorts and brought it out of the waistband, patting the outside of where his nowsated penis lay as a reminder.
“What about you?” Reed asked, his hand trailing the inside of her thigh. “Need an official, authorized release?”
Amanda was sorely tempted, but something held her back. Maybe it was the thought of being too intimate with Reed right away. But after what she’d been learning, seeing and doing at the sex school the last week… that seemed more than silly.
“Why don’t you forgive my earlier ‘infraction?’” she suggested.
“Now what would be the fun in that?” Reed laughed.
Chapter Eight
When Reed had brought her back to the dorm the night before, Amanda thought she’d have difficulty falling asleep. That didn’t prove to be a problem. Waking up early did.
Someone was shaking her leg. Amanda slowly opened her eyes, taking in the pure color of turquoise in the morning sunshine, and then she realized that it was Claire sitting on the edge of her bed. Her friend looked resplendent in the clingy v-neck T-shirt dress.
“Hey there, sleepyhead,” Claire said. “What happened to you last night? The boys came back, and then I tried waiting up for you… but I must have fallen asleep.”
Amanda felt herself smile. “Reed happened to me.”
“Oh, do tell,” Claire teased. “Was he as good as you imagined?”
Flitting through the events of the previous evening, Amanda waited before answering. “Yes, mostly. We didn’t do much, but what we did do… can that man ever kiss.”
The chatter of others in the bunk reached Amanda’s ears, and she noticed her two accomplices Sam and Johnny heading her way. The two seemed closer than the night before and, from first impressions, Sam looked more laid back. Less like he had something to prove.
“So dish,” Johnny said. “What happened after your boyfriend chased us out of there?”
“He’s definitely not my boyfriend,” Amanda countered. “Anyways, I’m more interested to what happened between the two of you?”
The two men exchanged a simmering look with equally wide smiles.
“Did I miss something else?” Claire asked.
“Nothing too monumental, sweet cheeks,” Sam joked.
At Sam’s comment, Johnny looked a bit stricken and then shook it off. “Just another night at Sex University,” he added, laughing.
Amanda didn’t have much time to weigh Johnny’s light banter in comparison with his demeanor. Yvette walked up behind them.
“Wilkinson, Singh and Short. I want to see the three of you in my office. Pronto,” Yvette bellowed.
Johnny and Sam literally jumped when they heard her voice from behind them. “Yes, ma’am,” they said in unison.
She eyed Amanda in bed, and then turned around and headed the way that she’d come from.
“Uh-oh,” Claire said, voicing all their thoughts, “looks like someone might be in trouble.”
First, Amanda needed to get ready. “Give me five minutes,” she said, “and I’ll meet you in there.”
With a nod of his head, Sam left for parts unknown. Johnny stood by the side of her bed for a few beats more, as if he was waiting to say something else and then he, too, left.
“What’s going on between those two?” Claire asked. “One minute they seemed all chummy, and the next they had clammed up.”
Amanda recalled the image of Sam’s cock riding Johnny’s stretched-open mouth and shook her head. “Not my story to tell,” she said, getting up and grabbing some clothes. “If I don’t see you at breakfast, hopefully I’ll catch you later.”
By the time she had made it to Yvette’s office, both Sam and Johnny had already gone in. The door was partway open, and inside she could hear voices. She paused with her hand on the doorknob. She wasn’t quite sure what was going to happen once she entered, and she certainly wasn’t prepared for what took place.
Three of the people present, she had anticipated. The fourth, Reed, she had not. Sure, she knew that he was one of the instructors, and it would probably be part of his duty to turn the curfew breakers in. That he would do so right away, without any seeming hesitation, surprised her.
“Come on in, Ms. Wilkinson,” Yvette said. “It seems like not only do you like to break the rules, but you’re also rude enough to keep us all waiting.”
“I had to get dressed,” she murmured, looking for a spot to sit.
“And, you like to make excuses rather than owning up to your mistakes,” Yvette continued. “Please take a seat.” The dorm “mother” directed her to a spot opposite Reed. The chairs in the room had been laid out in an informal semi-circle, with Yvette in the middle of the arc. The office itself was decorated in a modern Asian infusion – sparse but comfortable. On the closest shelf next to her, Amanda took in a row of books that all seemed to deal with corporal punishment. The most obvious, “Crime and Punishment,” resembled the classic literary novel, except the cover showed a thong-wearing woman leaning over a padded bench. Her pale skin sported pink blotches on the rounded cheeks of her ass.
“Found something interesting, Ms. Wilkinson?” Reed asked. Feeling her own face turn a shade of red, she turned toward him, and he winked at her. “Fitting, since we’re here to discuss the appropriate punishment for you and your two friends here.
“Did you think that I was going to forget your little ‘infraction’?” he asked.
“I could hope…” she replied.
Clearing her throat to stop the banter, Yvette said, “Ms. Wilkinson, we take the rules that we have at Sex U. seriously. If you don’t abide by them, there will be consequences. And, if you don’t agree to those consequences, you will be dismissed from the premises.”
Yvette looked over the three of them, pausing with the seriousness of the subject. Who knew that sneaking out and catching a little bit of action could cause such turmoil? Sure, they might get “spoken to,” Amanda thought, but kicked off campus? Really?
“From what was ascertained, you were a bit of a ring leader, if you will, last night,” Yvette said.
Shocked, Amanda looked at both Sam and Johnny, but neither would meet her eyes. “Because of that, these two will be given bathroom duty.” She explained how Sam and Johnny would have to clean the co-ed bathrooms, including the shower stalls and toilets, nude, except for a pair of thong underwear. “And during that time period, let’s say, ‘free’ smacks on those delicate asses will be allowed and encouraged.”
This time when Amanda looked at them, Sam turned a bright red and Johnny kept his eyes downcast, as if he was taking it all in.
“You, Ms. Wilkinson, on the other hand, will be punished in a different way. Reed has requested your services – for the entire day.”
As Reed stood up, Amanda’s eyes were drawn to his hands, where he held something black. Slowly, he unrolled the twined leather to reveal a collar and leash.
“Since you have a tendency to stray, you’ll be wearing this.”
Chapter Nine
Amanda felt the leather collar warmed by Reed’s hands slip around her neck, and he secured the fastener in place. The leash hooked onto the collar with an audible snap.
“Let’s go, Ms. Wilkinson,” he said, leading her toward the office door. “We have
a full day ahead of us.”
This time, as Amanda walked, she felt the eyes of her fellow students staring at her back, but she was the one who did not look up, did not meet any of their gazes. She kept her eyes downcast, as if to keep herself from seeing what was ahead. Deep down, though, Amanda knew that she was going to have to face whatever was to come.
As they passed through the communal meeting room, she heard a few cut-off conversations, whispers of gossip about her most likely. In the time that they had been there, none of them had seen a student on a leash. She was the first. What had she done, except for attracting this man’s attention?
“You may not understand this now,” Reed said, “but this is really for your own good.”
Amanda had heard similar speeches by her parents when she was growing up. Like the time she had snuck out to go to a homecoming party during her senior year of high school. Ever strict, her parents never allowed her to go to any school-sponsored events, much less a party being held at a private residence. When they had turned in for the night, she’d slipped out the back door. Unfortunately, when she returned home much, much later, her father was up waiting for her.
How any sort of punishment ended up being for a person’s own “good,” she had no idea. At least in this case, there may be some “fringe” benefits. She may get royally fucked along the way. At least, she hoped so.
The stones beneath her feet passed by quickly, and she tried to keep track of where they were headed by the landmarks. Too soon, they stopped. Out of the corner of her eye, Amanda took in her surroundings. The campus contained many park-like settings, but she didn’t remember seeing this one before. A small stage stood at one end.
“What are we doing here?” she asked.
“Last night I learned a few new things about you,” Reed replied. “For one, you like to watch. And, that made me wonder if you – in turn – would like to be watched.”
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