“Oh!” moaned Kylie, her ass wiggling reflexively into the bed. She slid her fingers inside of her pussy now, gently thrusting into herself, and allowing the vibrator to stimulate her clit. Her fingers were becoming coated with her milky white grool, a repository of this moisture pooling at the base her fingers. Kylie increased the speed of her thrusting and lifted her legs up into the air to get a better angle.
Jen’s panties were now mostly soaked up front and Kylie could feel even the thong string up her ass growing wet. Kylie’s viscid self-lubricant made the fabric of the panties stick to the back of her hand as she manipulated her fingers inside of herself.
The pressure mounted and Kylie could feel herself becoming greatly aroused. The vibrator hummed and her fingers pushed, and Kylie thought about Jen. She let her head fall to the side, resting on a cool pillow. Kylie’s hips started to thrust now, softly and methodically, and as she approached the point of no return she stopped her fingering but left her fingers inside. She delicately petted herself inside her pussy with just her fingertips and concentrated on the vibrations of the little tool held atop her clit.
Kylie began to release a high whine with each heavy breath, the image of Jen’s naked body painted clearly in her mind behind her eyelids. Her hips thrashed upwards and Kylie groaned loudly, her legs toppling down to the bed and closing. She dropped the vibrator and quickly removed her fingers from her now clenching pussy, the drenched fabric of the panties she wore cool and moist and sticking to her mound.
Kylie was surging through orgasm. She brought herself into the fetal position and shook, digging herself into the blankets, one foot involuntarily kicking with each pulse of electricity that coursed through her.
“Oh God,” she moaned, slowly coming back down. Gasping for air, Kylie’s chest heaved up and down as she felt the wetness between her legs. She sat up in bed and ran her hand through her mussed up hair, fluffing at it and pushing it over her shoulder. Standing up from the bed, Kylie almost tripped as she put her foot to the floor, stumbling just slightly but catching herself before she fell.
Sauntering back over to Jen’s dresser, Kylie slid the black thong down off her hips and pulled it off over her feet. She brought the panties up to her face to inspect them. Looking inside, the fabric was covered with a gooey, creamy lubricant, the faintest coloring of white. Kylie pushed the fabric onto itself and then slowly pulled it apart again, her milky grool sticking together and stretching a thin string across from where the fabric had touched.
Opening the top dresser drawer, Kylie folded the thong panties over themselves and enveloped the wetness, replacing them back into the drawer with Jen’s other panties. She shut the drawer with a thud.
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Jen arrived through the front door and tossed her bag onto a bench near the entryway. She removed her straw hat and hung it on a coat hook attached to the wall and slipped out of her sandals. A smile grew over her lips as she saw Kylie lying on the couch, feet up over the arm, reading from Jen’s novel. A half drank glass of water sat on the coffee table and a record playing chilled out music spun on the turntable.
Hearing Jen enter, Kylie looked up from the couch and in the direction of the door. She waved to Jen and folded the book closed, setting it down on the coffee table. Kylie then righted herself on the couch, sitting up and looking over at Jen.
“I’m glad to see you’re still here, darling,” said Jen, making her way over to Kylie. As Jen approached Kylie, she reached out and ran a finger through one of Kylie’s jumbled blonde tresses.
“Did you give me an A?” asked Kylie impishly, tilting her head up toward her professor.
“Of course,” said Jen with a laugh. “Fuck that final paper.”
“Thank you,” said Kylie. “It means a lot to me. I would have lost my academic scholarship otherwise.”
“I can’t have a student as great as yourself getting into academic trouble,” started Jen. “Any good professor knows when to bend the rules.” Jen came around to the front side of the couch and sat next to Kylie, their bare legs touching from their closeness.
Kylie wore the same outfit she had worn when she arrived the previous night at Jen’s house, her blue jersey-knit skirt and a grey scoop-necked tee-shirt, allowing for a glimpse of the cleavage from her small chest. She cozied up next to Jen and Jen placed her hand softly on Kylie’s thigh.
“I don’t know how long I can stay,” admitted Kylie. “I’ve got to finish packing up my dorm room. My parents are supposed to pick me up tomorrow.”
“You’re not staying for summer session?” said Jen. “That’s a shame.”
“I didn’t plan on it,” said Kylie. “I didn’t find any place to live.”
“Well,” said Jen, her hand tenderly stroking Kylie’s thigh. “You know I have a spare room here. Perhaps we could work something out.”
“You mean, I could stay with you for the summer?” said Kylie.
“There’s still time to enroll in summer classes,” said Jen. “The summer is wonderful up here. The town clears out with most of the students going home. It’s very fun and casual. Very relaxing.”
Kylie thought about Jen’s proposition. She hadn’t considered staying up at school for the summer, but she had heard of a few friends who were doing it. What would her parents think? They were excited to have Kylie coming back home for the summer, but she knew that they would be happy about her continuing classes throughout the summer as well. Kylie wouldn’t have to tell them the whole truth about her professor, but they might even be excited that she was rooming with her professor, as though the academic side of Jen would rub off on Kylie.
Jen leaned in and kissed the side of Kylie’s head now, nuzzling into Kylie’s hair with her nose.
“Just think about it,” said Jen. “We could have a wonderful summer together.”
Kylie turned her head to face Jen and their lips met. They kissed sweetly, pushing their lips off one another’s, their mouths intertwining with moistness, a bit of tongue, and soft sounds of kissing.
Pulling back, Jen smiled at Kylie and left her hand rested on Kylie’s thigh, pressing into her flesh sensually. Kylie could feel herself moistening between her legs at her professor’s touch and she reached out her lips to steal one more kiss.
“I think it could work out,” said Kylie finally. “I’ll have to have a talk with my parents but I think they would be game.”
“That’s excellent, dear,” said Jen. “I have a lot I could teach you over the summer. Let them know you’re in good hands with Professor Martine.”
Kylie thought about their vast age variance, she only 18 and Jen 45, but it made no difference to her. In fact, Kylie felt aroused thinking about the gap between their years. And she was no dummy. She could feel the palpable lust Jen felt for her, knowing full well that her youth turned Jen on. Did she feel preyed on? Yes, slightly. But being chased and conquered, especially by this very attractive older woman, gave Kylie a sense of self-confidence inspired by Jen’s own sultry poise, and it was something she had never felt before from being pursued by guys her own age.
Jen pushed her lips against Kylie’s once more, instigating another round of making out, and Kylie eagerly returned her advance. Kylie felt Jen’s hand move up her thigh and under her skirt, the stretchy jersey fabric allowing Jen’s hand easy access. With Jen’s movement, Kylie felt the dampness between her legs and she pressed herself harder against Jen’s wanting lips.
“I have so much to show you,” whispered Jen between kisses. “So much you never even considered.” Jen’s sensual cooing sent tingles up Kylie’s spine, subtle goosebumps forming on her arms. Kylie wanted to be commanded, to be taken by her professor and told what to do. Jen’s authority aroused her so much and she easily gave in to this new experience.
Jen’s hand moved even further up Kylie’s thigh, her fingers starting to gently caress Kylie’s aching pussy lips. Taking a cue, Kylie propped herself up on the couch and sat on her legs, spreading open so that Jen could explore,
and she embraced Jen tighter. Kylie could feel Jen’s fingertips, now moist with Kylie’s own wetness, stroking her lips continually in an upward motion. Each stroke ended with a soft rub of Kylie’s clit.
“You’re so pretty,” murmured Jen, kissing Kylie’s neck tenderly. “You’re such a sweet one.”
Kylie arched her back and leaned into her professor, trying to spread her legs just a bit wider from her sitting position. Jen’s fingers pushed between Kylie’s throbbing lips and ran up the length of her pussy, over and over, until finally Jen eased her two fingers inside of Kylie. Kylie’s hole was already wet with anticipation and open for Jen’s penetration.
As Jen’s fingers entered her, Kylie moaned long and low, a wash of satisfaction pummeling her. She lay her head down on Jen’s shoulder, Jen still softly kissing Kylie’s neck, and Kylie panted out quiet sighs with each thrust of Jen’s fingers.
“How does that feel?” asked Jen, her fingers gliding in and out of Kylie’s soaking pussy. Jen used her thumb to stimulate Kylie’s clit, firmly rubbing in it small circles.
“Amazing,” moaned Kylie, clenching tighter to Jen still.
“I want to fuck you so badly, Kylie,” whispered Jen, her lips pressed against Kylie’s ear, breathing her words out hotly. “Your little pussy is so tight.”
Jen’s words knocked Kylie into a reverie and with her growing arousal she also become more lightheaded. Gradually Kylie began to thrust her own hips up and down with Jen’s fingering, getting into the pleasure of it all, and submitting her body to her knowledgeable professor.
Kylie felt her pussy start to contract and release around Jen’s moving fingers, her lower half convulsing now, thighs quivering as she tried to remain upright. She leaned on Jen’s body for support and rested her forehead against Jen’s neck, feeling the damp stickiness of sweat bind their flesh.
“You’re so wet, baby,” said Jen, knowing what she was doing. “That sweet little pussy is so moist. Why don’t you come for me? Do you want to come for me?”
Kylie nodded enthusiastically against Jen’s neck. She continued riding Jen’s fingers, feeling the pressure mounting inside of her.
Jen moaned softly into Kylie’s ear and then kissed it. She exhaled more steamy breath into Kylie’s ear and Kylie herself started groaning with each finger thrust down below. Jen sped up her fingers now and gripped Kylie tighter with her free hand.
Kylie then went stiff, her pussy gripping firmly around Jen’s fingers, and she lifted her hips up higher. She released a loud moan into Jen’s neck, drooling just slightly, and embraced Jen securely. A swell of energy went through her, starting in her limbs and quickly moving inward, settling on her engorged and sopping pussy as well as in her head. For that moment, Kylie had no idea what was going on. She just knew that she felt perfect. She felt pleasured. She felt whole.
“Oh Professor,” moaned Kylie, dizzy with the excitement of completion. She kissed Jen’s neck just once and dropped her head to Jen’s shoulder. Her tightness around Jen’s fingers loosened, and Jen slowly removed her fingers from Kylie’s pussy. Kylie could feel every inch of Jen’s fingers leaving her.
“Good girl,” said Jen, kissing the top of Kylie’s head. She brought her fingers up and stuck them in her mouth, slowly pulling them out and sucking Kylie’s juices off of them.
“I really do want to stay with you,” said Kylie, trying to catch her breath and still supporting herself by Jen’s embrace.
“I want you to stay, too,” said Jen.
Kylie slowed herself down and focused on regaining her composure. She sighed happily, loving this first time exploration, this new world of sexual satisfaction. Jen could please her like no other one she had been with could. It was a brand new day, it was like seeing a sunrise again for the first time, and it was a truly enlightening carnal experience.
“Don’t fall asleep, baby,” said Jen softly. “There’s still so much day left.”
Kylie nodded against her.
“You cool down a bit,” continued Jen. “Then let’s go figure out what’s next for you. How does that sound?”
Kylie nodded once more, her mind in a daze, her body flush and overheated, and a rush of cool wetness between her legs. She wanted to stay in this moment just a little bit longer and so she did. She held Jen and Jen held her. Her summer had just gotten far more interesting.
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I NEVER THOUGHT college would be this weird. I mean, I was really excited about it leading up to the big move but I didn’t really know what to expect apart from what you see in movies. None of my close friends, of which I had few, went to the same college as me so it was like I was going off on this new adventure all by myself. Nobody knew me, I could reinvent myself if I wanted, I could be a totally new person and carve out a completely different path if I so chose. But once I got to school, I found that I simply couldn’t help but be me. Geeky, introverted, freaky me.
Nerdy Natasha. Lucky I ended up in the same small arts dorm with all the other nerdy outcasts and not in one of the huge student ghettos filled with roving bands of bleached bimbos looking for an easy target like me to sink their teeth into. No, as an English major I had been asked by some benevolent cosmic force if I would like to enroll in the residential college for Arts & Letters students and without even knowing much about the program I dutifully accepted. The program was called ALOHA, which stood for Arts & Letters Organized Housing Association, and it was a total lifesaver for a girl like me.
My dorm was quite small, being one of the oldest dorm buildings on campus, and was only three floors high as opposed to some of those much larger skyscraper dorms that peppered the huge campus of my midwestern farm school. It was like we had our own little sanctuary where we could just be us. All kinds were welcome but it was an overwhelmingly geeky atmosphere. I liked that. But, if I’m being honest, I wasn’t prepared for the level of geekiness. Much different than high school. These students had much more passion. More spunk.
The beauty about my dorm, Leopold Hall, was that the entire student population within its walls were ALOHA students. It really was like we were on some island. Some island for weirdos. Totally awesome.
So when I say that I never thought college would be this weird, I mean weird in a good way. Strangely exciting. Different. Filled with possibility and acceptance and with very limited, if any, judgment from peers. We were all just there doing our own thing. English majors and writers like myself, theater students, visual artists, the outcast art crew. It was a terrific amalgam of my university’s creative contingent and it was nothing like I had anticipated. Utopia, almost.
And the things that happened to me, well, I
couldn’t have anticipated them either.
Each floor of Leopold Hall housed a different year of ALOHA students. So the freshmen like me were on the first floor, sophomores on the second, and juniors on the third. The third floor was much smaller than the other two floors and was all single rooms, rather than the doubles that the freshman and sophomores got. And generally that was fine because by the third year many students drifted away from ALOHA. I could see that it was a good program to start out in, to help you get adjusted to college life, but by the time you’re a junior you want to live off campus, spread your wings and all that. The way the years were laid out in the dorm worked out swimmingly. Girls on one side of each floor, boys on the other.
And my roommate, Whitney, was a blast.
“You know what’s awesome?” asked Whitney, sitting on the couch under our lofted beds wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, her dirty blonde hair twisted up tightly into a bun. Whitney was an outgoing theater major and I was happy to have been paired with her.
“What’s awesome?” I asked, sitting sideways in my desk chair, avoiding working on a paper for my English class.
“I felt like, in high school, most boys wouldn’t even give me the time of day,” she said, something I found hard to believe considering she was a pretty girl with an affable personality. “But here in ALOHA, all these boys are totally creaming themselves over me.” I couldn’t help but laugh at her.
“You’re a nut,” I said. Watching Whitney fuss with her hair, I couldn’t help but fuss with my own hair in mimic. While I was a natural redhead, freckled and all, I dyed my hair a more vibrant red because it made me feel fun. Following Whitney’s lead, I pushed my own hair up into a bun and tied it in place with a piece of elastic from around my wrist.
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