Blair's Freshman Year By Volante DISCLAIMER: This is a copyrighted work and the intellectual property of the author. Any reposting or reproduction is strictly prohibited without the express written permission of the author. The contents of this story are fictitious. Any similarity to persons alive or dead is purely coincidental. This story contains descriptions of sex. It is intended for adults only. If you are offended by material of this nature, are under the legal age in your location to read this material, or it is illegal for you to possess this material, go no further. Chapter 6 Wednesday morning, I had to really focus in History class. I had to fight to keep Mr. Harrison's huge cock out of my mind as he lectured. Not wanting another failing grade (also not wanting to disappoint Jana after what she had done), I managed to keep taking notes and allowed his teachings to sink in. Later, I arrived at Mrs. Carter's class. Once stowing away my books I began to disrobe. Again, everyone else just looked at me. "What?" I said in cocky voice. "You know she is just going to have us strip anyway." Everyone else agreed and Mrs. Carter soon arrived to find all of her students naked. As she entered we saw that she was accompanied by a man and a woman. They were in their early twenties and both were completely stunning. At first all of the classmates were shocked. We were all beginning to get used to being naked around each other but these two strangers were causing everyone to cover themselves. "Stop that," Mrs. Carter said, as she undressed. "This is Janet and Marcus. They are two seniors here who have graduated my three courses with honors and now assist me from time to time as needed." While introducing them, the two newcomers were also began taking off their clothes. Marcus was amazing to look at. He was ripped. His body was taught and firm without being too muscular. I was afraid I would leave a wet spot on my chair if I looked at him too long. Janet was an incredible redhead. Her body was just as amazing as Marcus'. This was a great looking couple. Interrupting us from drooling over the guests, Mrs. Carter said, "Today our daily grade is going to be based on a pop-quiz." She produced a stack of papers form her briefcase. She handed the papers to Janet who then passed them out to the rest of the class. Meanwhile, Marcus was handing everyone a clipboard to write on since we had no desks. I looked down at the papers handed to me. It was 4 pages thick. That's one hell of a pop-quiz, I thought to myself. "Do not begin until I say," Mrs. Carter instructed. "This will be a timed test. You will have 30 minutes, at which point I will ask you to stop and turn in your work." The entire class groaned. Only 30 minutes to finish a four-page test? "You may begin." She said. I read the first question. I was asked to write a paragraph detailing my opinion of homosexuality. As I placed my pen to the paper to write, I saw Janet lay back on Mrs. Carter's desk. Marcus then knelt in front of her and began to eat her out. Everyone's attention was directed to the beautiful couple as Janet moaned. Marcus didn't spend much time playing with her pussy before he stood up and walked around to her. She reached over and took his cock in her hand. Stroking the shaft, she stuck the tip of his dick in her mouth. Marcus closed his his eyes as penis became erect. I am sure all of us girls were moistening ourselves below as Janet sucked on his 8 inch cock. Remembering the test, I somehow managed to write a paragraph for the first question. Moving on to number two I heard Janet moaning loudly. I looked up and saw Marcus had moved again and was standing at the end of the desk pushing his cock into Janet's bald pussy. "Oh, God yes." She moaned. "Fuck my pussy!" No one was paying any attention to their test. "Fuck me! Fuck my pussy with your hard cock." Marcus was spurred on my Janet's lewd commands and began pumping into her faster and harder. "Do you like that?" Janet said in sultry voice between moans. "Do like the way my pussy feels? Stick that cock into me and fuck me hard!" "Oh yeah, baby," Marcus replied, breathing heavy. "Your pussy feels good. Good and tight and wet." They continued to encourage each other on. I glanced at the clock. We only had 10 minutes left. I scribbled furiously writing an answer for question two and three. I had only just finished page one! "Yes! Stick it in my ass!" I heard Janet scream. Looking up again, I saw Janet now bent over the desk and spreading her ass checks apart while Marcus was aiming his cock toward her back door. Marcus slowly inserted the tip of is cock into Janet's ass. The rest of the class was torn as well; every now and then someone would start to write on their paper but would soon be distracted by the couple's activities. I know I was getting hot from watching these two and was sure the rest of the class was as well. "God almighty, that feels good!" She cried. He pushed forward more and more until he all the way in. "Fuck my ass, you fucker! What are you waiting on? Fuck it! Fuck me!" Marcus obeyed and steadily pulled in and out of her rectum. "You like my cock up your butt? Do you? You like a nice hard shaft sliding in and out of your ass, baby?" Marcus taunted her back. Janet was practically yelling now. "Cum for me, baby. I want to taste your cum? Can you do that for me?" Marcus pulled his cock out of her ass and quickly moved to her face. He began to spurt is cum directly into Janet's open mouth. "Mmmm" she moaned. "That's it, baby." Marcus said, "Drink my cum. Get it all and swallow it." When she had swallowed all there was, she sat up and the two of them picked up their clothes. The class was in complete silence as they got dressed. Breaking the hypnotic spell they had created, Mrs. Carter emerged from the back of the room and said, "Time's up. Please turn in your papers." Mrs. Carter walked around the group grabbing everyone's unfinished test. Janet and Marcus left the room. She sat down on top of her desk and riffled through the papers. She occasionally would stop and read an answer and then continue flipping through the tests. "This is horrible." She exclaimed. "Not only did none of you finish but no one even got past the first page. On top of that I can hardly read anyone's handwriting." Still in shock from the performance we had been given, no one contested her statements. "This is college, for crying out loud! You expect to graduate from college doing work like this! I am ashamed to be your professor." She stood up and threw the tests in the trash. We then knew that the sex performance was all just a set up. We weren't expected to have performed well under those conditions. James raised his hand. "This is actually the test, right? You are just trying to make a point about something." Mrs. Carter shrugged her shoulders "This is all just a joke, right?" He asked. "This was all a set up." Mrs. Carter looked at him quizzically, "Whatever do you mean, James." "We weren't meant to finish that test," James snapped back. "The real test is to see how we would react to the performance by Janet and Marcus." "Performance?" What Performance?" She asked. "The two of them fucking. It was staged act to distract us from the test." He said speaking confidently." Mrs. Carter cocked her head slightly, "Are you suggesting that I arranged to have them fuck while you were taking your test? What if I only asked them in here to help oversee the room during the quiz? Perhaps they just wanted to fuck to decided to do it here and now." James paused for a moment, "Let me get this straight. Janet and Marcus came in here and just decided to jump each others bones in front of everyone without be asked to do so. Is that what you are saying?" "It's possible," replied Mrs. Carter. Grinning, James asked, "So if two people just want to walk in here and fuck each other in front of everybody, you don't mind?" Replying in a non-chalant tone, she said, "Who am I to stop them." "What if it distracts the rest of us from what we are doing?" He rebutted. "No one insisted that you watch what they did. If you didn't finish your test it's no one's problem but your own." "So, if me and a girl wanted to fuck each others brains out in the middle of class, you wouldn't stop us?" James asked. "Ahh," Ms. Carter smiled. "But you are a student in my class, they were not. Your task was to take the test. It would hardly be appropriate for you or any other student here to do anything other than do what is asked by your professor." Everyone was pondering what she said. I knew she was looking for us to challange her but I couldn't find a way to poke through her twisted logic. "Suppose," Ms. Carter eventually spoke, "that a janitor had been in here mopping the floor while you took the test. Would that have distracted you?" Most everyone shook their heads. "So why do we, and I don't mean just this classroom, feel so strongly toward sex?" A couple of students raised their hands but Ms. Carter motionted for them to drop their arms. "The answer is obvious, but I am curious to see what conclusions you reach. I am assigning you with your first major project due one week from today. I want each of you to perform an experiment of some fashion involving someone other than a student of one of my classes. What you do and how far you go is up to you, but the topic must centered around societies acceptance or reactions to sex." Erin asked, "Are you asking us to have sex in front of someone else?" Ms. Carter laughed, "Absolutly not. But you could choose to do that if you wish. Be creative." She stood from off the desk and began to dress. "Three pages due on Wednesday next week for a major grade. Remember you have this upcoming Monday as Labor Day holiday so no class. Also there will no class this Friday. I have a meeting that I must attend. So I guess I will see everyone next week." She left the room with everyone deep in thought as to their project. I met with Carol for lunch, eager to swap ideas for our first project. I wasn't surprised to find her slightly nervous and on edge. "Blair," she told me as we took our seats in the cafeteria, "I have no idea what to do about this." I placed my hand on her wrist in a gesture of support. She was in obvious turmoil. "I don't think I can take much more of this." "What?" I asked. "Being naked?" "No. Well... Yes that, and the constant onslaught of sex we are being exposed to. I wasn't raised to act like that." I suddenly realized that I had never talked with Carol about her life before starting college. Nothing of importance anyway. "Tell me about your life back home, Carol." Seeing sympathy in my eyes she opened up, "Mom and Dad were very strict. We lived a very routine and regimented life. Dinner was always ready at 6 o'clock when Dad got home from work." "Did your Mom work?" I interupted. "No, she stayed at home and watched after me and my younger brother. My Dad is a construction foreman and made decent money, so Mom never needed to get a job. They were never abusive in anyway to me or my brother but..." "But what?" "I wanted out. I realized going into high school I was smart enough to get an acedemic scholorship and I studied hard to get it. The town I am from is tiny, only 2 traffic lights. My Dad insisted on living in the country. He could have afforded to move closer to the city but he and Mom enjoyed a slower pace at home. "All through high school all I could dream about was moving to a larger place with more people. New friends. New places to explore. And now that I am here. I'm scared. I am so jealous of how easily you have adapted to Ms. Carter's lifestyle so far. I truly wish that I could be as open as you, but I can't. Everything that's happening to me is already programmed into my brain to be wrong." I gathered my thoughts here. I wanted to present my case to her without missing a step. "Carol, first of all, let me admit that I am having a lot of trouble adjusting as well. I may not show it but the struggle is still there. But like you, I also want to experience the new freedom we have as freshmen in full force. I didn't come here expecting to be naked more than I was clothed. I didn't expect to jack-off a guy in class as a requirement. But I look at Ashley and Jana and I am envious of them." Our food was completely forgotten as we talked. We were both grateful to have a fellow freshman so close to confide in. "Carol," I asked at one point, "How did end up staying with Ms. Carter anyway?" She broke a small grin, "Believe it or not, I sought her out." "What? Did you know about..." "Actually, I did," she confessed. "My best friend in high school has a sister who graduated two years ago who was a resident of Ms. Carter's house. After I heard about it, it was all I could think about. What better way to rebel against my strict upbringing? But now, I'm not sure it was a good idea." I was beginning to get an idea. "Let me ask you a question, Carol. The other day you told me that you liked watching James ejaculate. Tell me now, did you really and truly enjoy it?" "Yeah, it was great." She replied. "Did you get excited?" "Well." She began to blush. "Yeah, a little." "Why?" She laughed at me, "Now you are acting like Ms. Carter." I nodded, "Maybe, but were excited because you were handling a penis or were you excited because that's what you were being told to do their was too much pressure to back out?" "What?" She blurted out. "Is it possible that you have been so conditioned by your upbringing to percieve sex as a negative thing but also your natural human instinct desires it. So the only way you can find enjoyment of sex is when you have no choice. If the element of your consent is removed could you enjoy your sexuality?" She was looking at me dumbfounded. "Are you suggestion that I would enjoy being raped?" "Not at all," I explained. "But suppose you were to willingly surrender to someone you trusted. What if you consented, but only to relinquish control? That way you couldn't blame yourself for stepping outside the lines of your mind percieves to be wrong." There was a look of realization on her face, "You may actually have something there. If I was with someone I trusted I could agree to be submissive and have my free will removed from the encounter. That way there would be no perception of guilt because I would no say in what was happening to me. Then... then I could relax and enjoy it. I could have sex without feeling guilty or dirty." She paused then laughed softly. "What?" "I can't believe that someone intellegent enough to understand that train of logic would have issues deep enough to require such a strange solution. But... there's a problem. I don't know any of the guys here well enough to even consider that." I shot her a wicked smile, "Who says it has to be a guy?" Her jaw fell open, "Who? You?" "No, not me. well I guess I could, but that isn't who I had in mind." "Who, then?" "Jana." I said. "She can be very dominate." "Really? I don't know. I'm not into women." "I'm not either," I encouraged. "But in the past two weeks it has been shown to me that another woman can be a pretty good substitute for a guy when a girl gets needy." "Blair! Oh, my. Have you really? You've been with another girl?" It was my turn to blush. "Yeah, I have already done my obligatory college roomate experimenting." "Wow, who was it? Ashley or Jana?' I smiled, "Both." After we split up and I got back to the house I realized that neither one of us discussed our projects. I looked around the house hoping to find Jana or Ms Carter but neither were home yet. I went to my room to complete my home work assignments and later started brainstorming ideas for a project. Since it had to involve a person outside of Ms. Carters class I was stumped. I didn't really know anyone very well here on campus. Although, I was enjoying all of the new experiences, I wasn't willing to go slutting around and bang some guy. At least not yet, I laughed to my self. Then it occurred to me, I was going home to visit Mom over the Labor Day weekend. Perhaps there was someone back home? I thought about it. There wasn't anyone back home that I was willing to have sex with either. "Perhaps I'm thinking about this the wrong way," I thought to myself. "After all Ms. Carter did say that she wasn't expecting us to just go out and fuck some one. The theme of the project was basicly societies taboos." I finally decided to just wait and see if the weekend offered any oportunies on it's own. If nothing had happened by Sunday morning I would buckle down then and force something. Later that afternoon, as I was sunning myself in the pool, I was joined by Jana and Ashley. As we floated on our rafts I told them of my earlier conversation with Carol. "Damn, girl!" Jana said. "Your only a freshman of two weeks and you reached that conclusion on your own?" I wasn't sure if I should be proud or embarrassed. "What do you think?" Jana replied, "Ms. Carter and I had already reached that conclusion based on the first day you and her were required to go nude around here. Carol told me her whole story that afternoon and I later told Ms. Carter. But we didn't want to overload her too much at once, but you. You are the quickest person to get into gear ever. First, you were told of the naked rule before your first week was even over. Then, you have your first taste of woman a day or two later. You didn't run away in horror at the treatment I gave you the other night. And now you break through a reserved girls defences in what we had planned to do over the next three months." "We didn't actually do anything," I offered. "Carol, and I just talked about it." "Yes, but you put the seed in her head and she didn't shut down or back away." "So," I said basking in the admiration of my roommates, "What kind of prize do I win?" "Prize?" Jana laughed. "How about a razor and a can of shaving cream." Both of the girls could tell that I did not understand what she was refering to. So Ashley decided to clue me in. "Your pussy, Blair. You sooo need to shave that hair off." I blushed and stole glances at their shaved mounds. "Maybe." I said. "Fuck maybe." Ashley said and jumped off of her raft. She swam to edge, climbed ut of the pool and quickly dried off. Moments later she disappeared inside as I shouted at her, "Where are you going?" I looked to Jana who simply shrugged her shoulders. Ashley returned a few minutes later carrying a medium sized bowl. She shouted at me, "Out of the pool you hairy clam!" "Oh, God, what have I gotten myself into now?" I asked rhetoricly to Jana. Jana laughed, "Looks to me like you're about to join the bald beaver club." I paddled my float to the edge and climbed out. Ashley motioned for me to lie down on one of the deck chairs. I adjusted the arm rests down out of the way and took a seat. AS I slide down and opened my legs to give Ashley access I said jokingly, "Just a little off top, please." "A little my ass," Ashley giggled. "It's all gonna go."