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Story title : Resident Assistance

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Resident Assistance (FF, 1st, oral, mast) 
by Rhythmo Loco (rhythmoloco@hotmail.com) 
 
***

After four wild years in high school I'd already 
had enough of partying, immature boys and sexual 
experimentation.  I decided not to go to college, 
where so many confused teenagers go to "find 
themselves", because I'd already sewn my wild oats, 
so to speak.  I knew that there was more to life 
than getting drunk, and my sexual preference tended 
towards older partners (men and women) rather than 
teenage frat boys. Also, I was anxious to get out 
in the real world and make a little cash.  

Four years and a string of shitty jobs later, I 
realized that college had more to offer than sex 
and partying. I needed a degree! So, at 22, I went 
back to school for graphic design.  I felt that I 
was too old to be living in the dorms with a bunch 
of 18 year olds, and I couldn't afford an 
apartment, so for two years I lived at my parent's 
house and commuted an hour each way to school every 
day.  All the driving and traffic started to really 
make me crazy, so for my junior year I decided I 
needed to live closer to campus. Since I still 
couldn't afford an apartment, I looked into 
becoming a Residence Assistant in the dorms. 

Each floor in the dorm had one R.A. that lived on 
the hall and was in charge of making sure all the 
drunken co-eds weren't running around burning down 
the school. They also acted as moderators for 
disputes between roommates and were supposed to be 
a friendly ear to help the students with any other 
problems. They got their room and meals for free, 
and even got a small paycheck.  The best part was 
that they didn't have to share their tiny dorm room 
with a roommate-each R.A. got his/her own room.

I applied for the position and a few weeks later 
the Dean of Student Housing called me up and told 
me to come see him for an interview.  My grades and 
resume were not all that impressive, so I knew I 
was going to have to do something to impress him.  
On the day of the interview, I wore my shortest 
black skirt, platform sandals, and a white see-
through button down blouse with French cuffs with 
the first three buttons undone, showing lots of my 
36C cleavage and a black lace bra underneath. I 
tied my long red hair into two braids, so that I 
would look cute and playful rather than slutty.  

My plan worked, because I caught the Dean peaking 
at my chest a couple of times during the interview. 
I sat across from him with my legs crossed, but 
every so often I'd uncross them, giving the Dean a 
glimpse of my white panties. On the way out of his 
office, I purposely dropped my keys and then bent 
over at the waist to pick them up, causing my short 
skirt to ride up and making my butt cheeks and 
panties visible to him. A few days later he called 
me back and told me I got the job.

When the time came to move in to the dorm, I was a 
little nervous. First of all, I got stuck with a 
freshman hall, so I knew the kids would be 
especially young and immature. Secondly, it was an 
all-girls hall, and I wasn't sure how they would 
respond to a 24 year old chick telling them what to 
do. I remember how rebellious and independent I was 
at 18, and girls at that age can tend to be quite 
bitchy. They think they're god's gift to the world, 
and they can be very competitive and 
confrontational with other girls, especially older 
girls who are trying to boss them around.

I decided I would be as lenient as I could at first 
in order to gain their trust. On the first day of 
school, I went door to door introducing myself, 
seeing if anyone needed help moving their stuff in, 
and passing out cookies that I had baked myself. I 
offered to give them rides if they ever needed to 
go anywhere, since most of them didn't have cars 
and I did. 

At each room I went to, I was amazed at how 
beautiful these girls were. This being the end of 
August, the dorm was very hot, and the girls were 
wearing very, very little as they were moving their 
stuff in and unpacking boxes. As I said, I'm 
usually attracted to older men and women, but some 
of these girls were just breathtaking. Because my 
college was primarily an art school, it didn't 
attract a lot of book-wormy nerdy types. Most of 
the girls there were very expressive and unique and 
fashionable.  I knew that it would be wrong to 
become involved with one of my residents, so I 
tried to push the thought out of my mind.

Some of the girls were genuinely appreciative of my 
gesture, but some I could tell were thinking, "who 
the fuck is this chick, Betty Crocker?" and would 
probably make fun of me as soon as I was gone. One 
of the girls who was particularly cold to me was 
Michele.  When I got to her room, her door was open 
but her back was to me. She was easily 5'8" tall 
with brown wavy hair.  She was wearing a tight 
white ribbed tank top, brown work boots, and short, 
short, cutoff jean shorts. 

As I was about to say hello, she bent over her desk 
to plug her computer in, causing her shorts to ride 
way up her ass, exposing much of her cheeks to me. 
She had a beautiful, plump butt, meaty thighs and 
long tan legs. Instead of interrupting what she was 
doing, I decided to watch her a little longer. She 
continued to work, lifting large boxes of school 
supplies and clothes. I still had not seen her 
face, but her body was amazing. She was a big girl, 
not fat or flabby, but she had strong, thick arms 
and large, round breasts. 

As much as I enjoyed watching this specimen work, I 
decided I didn't want to get caught staring, so I 
knocked on the open door.
	
"What?" she responded, without turning to see who 
was knocking.

"Um, hi, I'm Jamie, your R.A. I just wanted to 
introduce myself and see if you needed a hand."

"Nope, I got it."

"Oh, okay. Well I baked some cookies so when you 
take a break. I'll just leave them on the desk." I 
walked in and placed some cookies on her desk, and 
she finally turned to look at me. 

"Thanks." 

I was speechless. This girl was absolutely 
gorgeous. She had big brown eyes, strong 
cheekbones, and a dimple in her chin. The sweat 
from her chest made her tank top cling to her large 
breasts, and her dark areolas were visible through 
the thin material. I was completely caught off-
guard by this large and yet feminine and sexy 
creature. Because of my dumbfounded amazement of 
her, I couldn't think of what to say, and I could 
feel my face turn bright red. She looked at me 
curiously, not knowing what to think of my 
behavior. I could sense that she just wanted me to 
leave, so I did just that.

"Well, if you need anything just let me know."

I turned and left her room, but for the rest of the 
day I could not get her out of my mind.

That night I went down the hall to the bathroom to 
brush my teeth and wash my face before bed. As I 
was standing at the sink, Michele stepped out of 
one of the showers behind me with nothing on but a 
towel. I watched her through the mirror as she 
unwrapped the towel and started to dry herself off. 
Her large womanly breasts were exposed, glistening 
with drops of water. The change in temperature from 
the hot shower to the cold bathroom made her 
nipples hard, and I was mesmerized. She bent over 
to pick up her toiletries case, causing her tits to 
swing low and her necklace to dangle. As she stood 
up she caught me staring through the mirror.  

"That's a beautiful necklace," I said, trying to 
play it off.

"Thanks, my mom gave it to me," she said, walking 
towards the sink next to me.

'Nice,' I thought to myself, 'she believed me that 
I was only looking at her necklace.' Since our 
conversation from earlier in the day hadn't gone 
quite so well, I decided to try again.

"Are you and your mom close?"

"We were. She's dead."

Oops. I felt like such a schmuck. I didn't know 
what to say, but luckily her roommate, Angie, 
walked into the bathroom at that very moment and 
told her she had a phone call from her boyfriend.
	
"I just got out of the shower, can you tell him 
I'll call him right back?"

"What do I look like, your secretary?" Angie 
replied smartly, and then left. 

"What a bitch," Michele said under her breath, but 
loud enough to let me know she wasn't happy with 
the results of the random roommate selection 
process. She gathered her things and walked out of 
the bathroom.

I finished what I was doing and went back to my 
room. As I got undressed, I was looking at my body 
in the mirror. I'm built a lot like Michele, 
actually, but I'm much shorter. My large chest and 
big ass always got me noticed, especially since I 
love wearing skintight jeans and showing my 
cleavage. But at 5'2", I wasn't nearly the goddess 
that Michele was. I couldn't believe how much I was 
thinking about her. I had never noticed 18 year 
olds before that day, but then again she was no 
ordinary 18-year-old. She looked like a woman. 

My mind kept re-playing the images from earlier in 
the day, first watching her beautiful bare butt 
cheeks as she bent over her desk, her sweaty 
nipples showing through the skin-tight tank top, 
and then watching her wet naked body as she stepped 
out of the shower.

I decided to make the most out of having a room to 
myself. I opened up my lingerie drawer and pulled 
out my black fishnet bodystocking. I slipped it on, 
lit some candles, and put on some jazz.  I stood in 
front of the mirror, slowly dancing to the music, 
admiring the way the bodystocking clung to every 
little curve on my voluptuous body. My hands 
started to explore my breasts, rubbing my nipples 
until they were erect and poked out through the 
holes in the fishnet material.  I turned around, my 
back to the mirror, and bent over until my hair 
swung down to the floor.  

Through my legs I looked into the mirror at the 
reflection of my large, round ass.  The cut-out 
hole in the crotch of the bodystocking left my 
pussy exposed, and I could smell my sex already 
brewing between my legs. I strained my neck, 
wanting nothing more than to lick my own pussy 
lips, but I knew that was impossible. 

Growing impatient, I went to my bed and laid down 
on my back. I quickly dipped two fingers into my 
love pot, then brought the soaking digits up to my 
mouth and licked them dry. I was now completely 
lost in my own womanhood. With one hand I pinched 
and rubbed my nipples, with the other I played with 
my sensitive pussy. I slapped my clit until it 
stung with pain, then forcefully fucked myself with 
my hand. The images of Michele crept back into my 
mind. I imagined walking into her room as she was 
bent over the desk. I would get down on my knees 
behind her and grab two handfuls of her meaty ass, 
massing and rubbing her cheeks.

I wanted to pull those cut-off jean shorts down to 
her ankles and bury my face in her crack. I wanted 
to taste her musky asshole and rub my nose between 
her labia, taking in and savoring the aroma of her 
sex. Before my fantasy got any further, I was 
climaxing, over and over, one after another, until 
my body was spent and I couldn't move. I lay there 
motionless, in a daze, wondering to myself if 
Michele was attracted to women and if not, could I 
seduce her?  I slept that night in my bodystocking 
and with my butt in a puddle of pussy juice on my 
sheets. 

Classes started the next day and pretty soon 
everyone fell into their own routines. My fears 
about having a freshman girls' hall came true, as 
little cliques formed amongst the girls. Athletes 
hung out with athletes, hot girls hung out with 
other hot girls, and if you weren't in one of those 
groups then you were a "loser". It's a shame the 
way girls can be so competitive and catty, but I 
tried to stay above all that and be an objective 
voice of reason.  

All that the hot, popular girls cared about was 
getting drunk and hooking up with guys at frat 
parties, or smoking pot in their rooms. I didn't 
want to be too much of a hard-ass at first, so I 
let them slide when I could. But when I bitched at 
them about leaving their sweaty work-out clothes in 
the hallway, or for not cleaning up their messes in 
the kitchen, I always got dirty looks and I 
suspected they didn't like me too much. I even 
overheard some of them talking behind my back about 
how old I was, or how I never went out to parties.  
Instead of being upset, though, I just felt sorry 
for these spoiled brats who went around spending 
daddy's money, having no idea what real life was 
like. 

I had already outgrown that whole frat party scene, 
and hooking up with a drunk 20 year old guy was not 
my idea of a good time. Still, seeing the girls on 
my hall get all dressed up for a night out, and 
then come home screaming and laughing made me think 
back to how much fun it used to be in high school 
when I'd go out with all my friends. I guess a part 
of me was jealous of their care-free ways and I 
secretly wanted to be included. But I knew that as 
long as they saw me as an old, pathetic authority 
figure they would not want to hang out with me.
	
One Sunday afternoon, a couple of weeks into the 
semester, I was sitting in my room doing homework. 
I had just come back from church, so I was still 
wearing my short, light blue, flowered sundress, 
but I kicked off my flip flops and peeled off my 
thong so that I could get comfortable. I heard some 
screaming coming from down the hall followed by a 
door slamming loudly shut.  I walked out into the 
hall to see what the fuss was all about, when I saw 
Michele walking towards me, crying.  She was 
wearing dark blue jeans that hung low on her wide 
hips, tightly clinging to her butt and thighs, then 
flaring out a little below her knees to her feet, 
which were wearing black high-heeled loafers with 
two-inch platforms.  She had a dark green sweater 
with _ length sleeves and a deep V-cut neck that 
revealed a good four inches of her cleavage. Her 
hair was pulled back and tears were streaming down 
her gorgeous face.

"Michele?," I asked, "are you okay?"

"No, Angie is a total bitch. You have to get me a 
new roommate."

"It's not that easy, Michele. You two have to try 
to work things out first. Why don't you come in and 
tell me what happened."

She followed me into my room and I closed the door 
behind her. She stood in the middle of my room with 
her back to me, and I took a moment to take in the 
sight of her lovely round ass held tightly by her 
dark jeans. My mind recalled the images from the 
first day of school and how I had wanted to peel 
off her shorts and bury my face in her cheeks, but 
I quickly got a hold of myself. Even though this 
was the first time I'd had this beautiful girl 
alone in my room, my motives were purely innocent. 
My mind was on helping her, not humping her. 

I invited her to sit down, and she chose the edge 
of my bed. I pulled the chair from desk over and 
sat across from her with my legs crossed. She'd 
stopped crying, so I asked her,

"So what's up with you and Angie?"

"She never gives me my messages, she smokes 
cigarettes all the time, she's a slob, and she's 
locked me out of the room three times this week. I 
always let her borrow my make-up and clothes, but 
today I wanted to borrow her car to go to the mall 
and she was like 'I don't let anyone drive my car.' 
It's not like she drives a Mercedes, she drives a 
fucking Volvo."

"Well, it can be hard getting used to living with 
someone. Just give it a little more time. If you'd 
like, I can set something up so that the three of 
us sit down and talk things out."

"Okay, I guess we can try that but I doubt it will 
work. She just hates me."

"I'm sure she doesn't hate you, Michele. You have 
to put yourself in her shoes. She's probably just 
envious of you. She's a little overweight, and not 
that popular, and you're beautiful and you have a 
boyfriend."

That's when she started to cry again.

"He broke up with me last week."

"Oh, Michele, I'm so sorry, I didn't know. What 
happened?"

"He said we were going to stay together, but two 
weeks away from each other and he's already with 
someone else. I hate men, they're fucking assholes. 
I'm so alone here, I have no one to talk to." 
	
"What about Sara and Lisa and Jannelle? I always 
see you hanging out with those girls." Michele, 
obviously, was in the hot and popular crowd, and 
the four girls were always together.
	
"Yeah, they're fun to hang out with, they know how 
to have a good time, but I don't trust them at all. 
They're so superficial and competitive, if they 
sense weakness they just tease you about it and try 
to gain control over you. They're all about being 
popular. You're the only one I can trust."

"Me? I thought you hated me."

"No, not at all Jamie. I'm sorry if I've been a 
bitch to you, it's just that this is my first time 
away from home and it's been rough for me. My mom 
died a few years ago and I've been really close 
with my dad, and now that I'm away I miss him so 
much."

"I know how you feel. I lost my mom when I was 
young, too, and I'm living proof that it does get 
easier."

"See, I knew you would understand me. I actually 
look up to you, I really admire you for having the 
courage to come back to school at your age." Great. 
Here I was, lusting for this tall, beautiful, 
youthful creature, and she thought of me as an old 
woman.

"My age? I'm only 24."

"I know. I didn't mean it like you're old. I just 
respect you. You're kind of like the big sister on 
the hall. I never had an older sister myself, so."

"Well, my door is always open, come by anytime, 
really, for anything."

"Well, now that you mention it, I kinda still need 
a get to the mall. See, we're all going out tonight 
and I wanted to get a new outfit. Hey, why don't 
you come out with us?"

As much as I wanted to spend more time with 
Michele, a night at a smelly frat house just wasn't 
appealing. "No thanks, I think I've outgrown the 
fraternity scene."

"No, we're going to a club in the city. It's 18 and 
over night, so there won't be any alcohol, but the 
music is really good."

It had been a long time since I'd been out dancing, 
and the thought of watching Michele move her body 
all night was starting to get me excited. 

"Yeah, okay, why not? I could use a new pair of 
shoes, so I'll go with you to the mall!"

We left my room, went out to the parking lot and 
got in my car. On the way to the mall, we chatted 
about classes, professors, and other stuff like 
that. Then halfway through the car ride Michele got 
strangely quiet. I turned my head to see if maybe 
she was crying again, but she wasn't. I caught her 
staring out of the corner of her eye at my lap, but 
she quickly looked away out the passenger side 
window. 

I looked down, wondering what she'd been looking 
at. When I got into the car I must have 
instinctively hiked my dress up a little, as I love 
to feel the leather seat against my bare ass 
cheeks. I'd forgotten that I'd taken my thong off 
earlier, so the whole time I was driving my bald 
pussy was completely exposed. I pretended not to 
notice, purposely wanting to see what Michele's 
reaction would be. 

She never said anything about it, and after I asked 
her about her hometown, the conversation picked up 
again. Before we got to the mall, though, I caught 
her peeking one or two more times at my pussy. My 
dirty mind thought: 'maybe if she likes to look at 
it, she'll like to lick it sometime.'

We finally got to the mall and it was packed. We 
headed right for Express because Michele had a 
credit card there. The stuff there was way too 
expensive for me, but I picked out a few things 
just to try on anyway. The store was so crowded 
that we had to wait in line for a dressing room. 
Finally when one opened up, I suggested that we 
share it, partly because I was tired of waiting, 
partly because I wanted to see Michele undress, and 
partly to see what her answer would be. 

Before she answered me, though, the dressing room 
attendant told us that sharing was not allowed, so 
Michele went first because she had a lot more items 
to try on. I finally got a room of my own, tried on 
the overpriced rags, and left. As I was walking out 
of my dressing room, Michele was coming out of 
hers, looking absolutely stunning. She had on a 
silver, glittery, tight, sleeveless turtleneck, a 
black skirt cut just above her knees with slits up 
both sides, and her platform loafers. She looked 
fucking hot. 

"Do you like this?" she asked.

"Oh my god, yeah, you look incredible in that."

"Really? Thanks. There's one more I want to try on 
but I need your help buttoning up the back of it."

The attendant wasn't looking, so I slipped into 
Michele's dressing room with her. She pulled the 
turtleneck over her head, and I suddenly had my 
first up-close look at her breasts.  She must have 
been a 38D, and they were straining to pop out of 
her bra. Before I could even take it all in, off 
came the skirt, and this gorgeous girl was standing 
less than two feet away from me in nothing but her 
bra, a thong, and high-heeled platform shoes which 
made her tower over me at about 5'11". I was in 
heaven. 

"You have an incredible body, Michele." I told her, 
trying to flirt, albeit subtly.

"Oh, thanks. I think I'm fat." She took the 
compliment.

"Fat? Yeah, right. You look good. I used to have a 
complex about my body, but now I love being 
voluptuous. I like having a big butt and big 
chest."

"Yeah, well you carry it well. And guys like it."

"Exactly." And so do girls, I hoped.

She started to put on what looked like a long black 
overcoat by slipping her arms into the long-sleeves 
first, except that it buttoned up the back instead 
of the front. It was very elegant, covering almost 
her entire body down to her ankles, but the 
material was completely sheer. It looked like 
something you might see Tyra Banks wearing in a 
Victoria's Secret catalog. I started buttoning at 
the top by her neck, working my way down her back. 
When I got to her butt, I was having a little 
trouble getting the buttons to reach the 
buttonholes over her large ass. I didn't want to 
tell her to get a bigger size since she'd already 
made that fat comment to me, so I pulled the 
material of the gown with one hand while pushing 
her butt cheeks in with the other.

"Sorry" I said.

"That's okay, I didn't think I'd fit into this 
anyway. I just really want to see what it looks 
like on me. Don't be shy."

Hmmm, I thought, was that a hint? I decided to test 
her out, in a joking way.

"Okay, I won't," I said, and then I cupped both my 
hands beneath each of her ass cheeks and squeezed 
two handfuls of flesh.

"Ooh, Jamie. I had no idea you felt that way," she 
said mockingly. 

"You like that?" I laughed, as I buttoned the last 
of the buttons. "Okay, all done."

She turned around. "How do I look?"

She looked like a supermodel, except about 30 
pounds heavier. The gown covered every inch of her 
body, from her neck down to her feet, but it was 
completely see-through, showing off her incredible 
assets. 

"You look fucking hot!" I said. 

She looked in the mirror. "Yeah, I do. Hmm, I'd 
fuck me."

Me, too, I thought.

"I don't think I'm going to get it though. Thanks, 
Jamie. I think I can unbutton it myself." 

I guess that meant she wanted me to leave the 
dressing room. Too bad, I wanted to see her in her 
underwear one more time and I especially wanted to 
watch her squeeze into her tight jeans and sweater, 
but that vision of her in the see-through gown 
would be enough to satisfy my fantasies for at 
least a couple of weeks. As I turned to walk out, 
she grabbed my ass with one hand.

"Now we're even," she said with a smile.

As I waited for her to emerge from the dressing 
room, I was satisfied that my playful overtures 
weren't being repelled, and that in fact she was 
returning the favor. I decided it was time to step 
up the seduction a little more. After she paid for 
her clothes, we headed towards Payless Shoe Store, 
a shop a little bit more in my budget. When we got 
there, I was excited to see they were having a 
sale, 50% off their already cheap prices. 

Of course, the store was mobbed, but we pushed our 
way through to the size 7 aisle.  My attention was 
caught by a pair of knee-high black leather 
platform boots in a fake alligator skin pattern.  I 
pretended to not be able to get them on by myself 
because the zipper was stuck. Michele noticed my 
dilemma and offered to give me a hand. 

I sat down on a chair at the end of the crowded 
aisle.  All the people pushing and shoving to get 
to the bargain footwear actually provided us with a 
good deal of privacy- everyone was too busy 
fighting for shoes to notice what anybody else was 
doing. Michele kneeled down on the floor in between 
my legs. She guided my foot into the boot, then 
began zipping it up, squeezing my calves with her 
hand until the leather clung tightly to my legs. 
When she finished the first boot she looked up at 
me, asking if it felt okay.

"Yeah, fine." I replied.

As her eyes traveled away from mine and towards the 
floor to pick up the other boot, she was distracted 
by the vision coming from between my legs. I guess 
she had temporarily forgotten that I wasn't wearing 
panties, but her memory was quickly refreshed. She 
stared at my bald pussy for a second or two, then 
started working on the other boot. As she did, I 
asked her, "Like the view from down there?"

She looked up at me smiling at her with a naughty 
look in my eye.

"Sorry," she apologized. 

"Don't be," I assured her, "it's not like you've 
never seen another girl's pussy before, right?"

"No, but I don't think I've ever seen one this up-
close before."

"Well then you better take a good look while you 
have the chance."

She took the bait, and took another quick look.

"How's it look?" I asked.

"It's nice, I like the way it's totally shaved. 
I've never done that."

"Really? You should try it sometime. It feels 
really nice, especially when you're masturbating."

"Oh." she said, looking a bit surprised at my 
candor. "Well, I've never done that either."

"You're kidding. Why not?"

"I don't know, it just doesn't seem right."

"Yeah, I guess I used to feel that way too. I keep 
forgetting you're only 18. You still have a lot to 
learn."

Both boots were on by now, so I got up and walked 
around in them. I liked them a lot, and at $20 they 
were a steal. I bought them and we were on our way 
back out to my car. 

On the way home, Michele was very quiet. I figured 
she was thinking about all that happened today, 
from the butt squeezing to the peep show. 

"What's on your mind?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing."

"Come on, you can tell me."

"Well, I've been thinking about what you said, 
about masturbating. Now that I don't have a 
boyfriend I've been pretty horny lately, and well, 
I just wouldn't even know what to do." Interesting, 
I thought, a horny, single girl with pussy on her 
mind.

"Well, it's kind of hard to explain. It's really 
something you have to be shown. Here."

I hiked up my dress and leaned the seat back a 
little bit, pushing my butt up towards the steering 
wheel. With one hand I drove the car, and with the 
other I started rubbing my pussy mound.

"I like to start by just rubbing all around, 
teasing myself." I tried to speak as slowly and 
seductively as I could. "Then when I can feel 
myself starting to get wet, I just slide one finger 
in between my lips and rub it up and down, up and 
down." 

Michele was staring at my pussy in slack-jawed 
amazement.

"You have to find your clit, which is up here at 
the top, and just rub it and rub it until it gets 
swollen. That's the most sensitive spot and it 
feels amazing." I was really getting into it now, 
and having Michele watch me was a major turn-on. 
"Then when I feel the urge to have something deep 
inside me, I stick two fingers all the way in and 
start fucking myself like my fingers were a cock." 
I worked my fingers in and out slowly, hypnotizing 
Michele as she watched my fingers disappear over 
and over again into my soaking wet pussy. 

Little by little I felt my impending orgasm growing 
inside me, and soon I was really going at it, 
thrashing my hole and rubbing my clit with my thumb 
while still trying to drive down the highway. The 
closer I came to climaxing, the harder my foot 
pressed down on the accelerator and before I knew 
it we were going about 85 mph. Michele was too 
captivated by my display to say anything, and soon 
she was watching me come all over my hand. My 
pelvis gyrated and I moaned loudly, a little extra 
loudly for her benefit. "Uuuhhhhhhh.oh that feels 
so gooood. Mmmmmm.."

When the waves of my orgasm subsided, I had pussy 
juice all over my hand and the car seat. I brought 
my fingers up to my mouth and licked them clean, 
then went back down to my crotch for a little more. 

"Ugh, that's gross," Michele said, making a face.

"No, it's not. I used to think it was, but now I 
actually like it. The taste and smell of your own 
juices is actually an aphrodisiac and it can really 
be a turn-on."

"Really? It just seems so nasty."

"Michele, you can't be afraid of your vagina. You 
have to get to know it, and be good to it, and it 
will be good to you. It can be a girl's best 
friend."

"Well, I don't know if I'm ready for all that yet. 
But thanks for showing me anyway, I appreciate it."

"You probably think I'm some kind of nympho freak 
now, right?"

"No, not at all. I mean, I think about sex all the 
time. It's normal. I guess I've just been afraid to 
do anything about it on my own. But you're not a 
freak, I know a lot of girls do it. You're normal. 
I'm the freak."

"When the time is right you'll be ready."

"Yeah, I guess so. It did look like you were really 
enjoying yourself. You had the most intense and 
erotic look on your face, it was really sexy." 

Hmm, she thought I was sexy. This day was getting 
better and better. 

We got back to school and headed up to our floor. 
When we got to the top of the stairs, Michele said, 
"Well, thanks for taking me to the mall and for all 
your, um, advice. I had a lot of fun with you."

"Me, too, you're a great shopping buddy."

"Well, I'll stop by your room around 10 and we'll 
all go to the club, okay?"

"Sure, I'm looking forward to it."

As I was getting ready for my night out with the 
girls, I couldn't help but thinking that my plan to 
seduce Michele was going better than expected. I 
was encouraged by her reactions to my comments and 
gestures, and I thought that with a little bit of 
luck I might be able to close the deal tonight. 

After showering and shaving my legs, I started to 
get dressed. I put on a black thong, tight black 
stretchy spandex pants, my new boots, and a pink 
tube top with no bra. I combed my long red hair 
straight, with a part down the middle.  The tight 
top clung to my breasts tightly, and my large 
behind was accentuated by the spandex pants. I was 
ready for some fun.

Michele stopped by my room right around 10, and she 
looked better than ever. She was wearing the black 
skirt she'd bought earlier in the day with the two 
slits up either side. She had on sheer thigh-high 
stockings, the tops of which you could see from the 
slits in her skirt. She had on black patent leather 
high-heeled platform Mary Janes, and on top she 
wore a long-sleeved black denim shirt with two 
front breast pockets and a wide butterfly collar 
with the top three buttons unbuttoned, showing lots 
and lots of cleavage. Her hair was done in tight, 
frizzy curls. 

"Hey, Jamie, you look cute."

"Thanks, sweetie, looking good yourself."

"Listen, I'm really sorry, but the other girls have 
been drinking in their rooms for the past two hours 
and none of them can drive. Please don't write them 
up, they'd be so pissed if I squealed on them, but 
we need someone who's sober to drive."

"Have you been drinking, Michele?"

"No, I've been studying. I have a quiz tomorrow 
afternoon."

"Okay, well I'm glad you were honest with me. I 
won't write them up this time. And I don't mind 
driving."

"Thank you so much, Jamie, you're the best."

She went and got the other three girls, all of whom 
were also completely decked out. We piled into my 
car, with Michele sitting shotgun since she was the 
tallest at 5'8" (5'11" with the shoes). The other 
three girls sat in the back, being loud and 
obnoxious the whole ride to the club. I'm pretty 
sure they were drinking out of a flask, too, but I 
tried not to notice. Thirty minutes later we 
arrived at the club, and when we got inside, the 
place was packed with teenage bodies. The three 
backseat lushes were completely intoxicated by this 
point and they immediately found a group of guys to 
hang all over. Michele stuck with me and we made 
our way to the dance floor. 

Now I consider myself a pretty good dancer, but 
Michele put me to shame. Towering over all of the 
other girls there, and some of the guys too, she 
was a sight to behold.  Every guy in the club was 
staring at her, watching this Amazon goddess shake 
her body to the music. A few brave guys would come 
up and try to dance with her, but she expertly 
avoided all of them by pretending not to notice 
them or by dancing so assertively and energetically 
that the guys just didn't stand a chance. 

Eventually two particularly cocky guys got right up 
on us.  They looked like they were in their late 
20's, way too old to be trying to pick up 18 year 
old college girls, and they smelled like they'd had 
a few drinks down the street before coming over to 
the club. The more Michele and I tried to escape 
these losers, the closer and closer they got to us.  
Finally Michele said to one of them, "Listen, would 
you mind not dancing so close, we're really not 
interested."

"Aww, come on, I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you 
by buying you a drink," the guy screamed back.

"They're not serving alcohol tonight, but nice 
try," Michele said, looking at me and shaking her 
head. 

"So I'll buy you a coke."

Some guys just can't take a hint. I decided to put 
an end to this in my own way. I moved towards 
Michele and stood right next to her, side by side. 
I put my right arm around her waist and said,

"Hey, buddy, what are you, thick? We're not into 
guys."

Michele played along perfectly, putting her left 
arm around me, touching my left shoulder. She then 
moved directly behind me, put her right hand on my 
right shoulder, and pulled me back into her so that 
my butt was in her midsection and my shoulder 
blades rested on her breasts. She slid her hands 
down from my shoulders to my waist and forward 
across my stomach where they met, locking fingers.  
Since she was about six inches taller than me, she 
had to bend down to do this, and she rested her 
chin on my right shoulder. The feeling of our warm 
bodies so close together sent chills up my spine. I 
took my right hand and reached backward and touched 
Michele's cheek as we both stood staring at the 
guys who had been trying to get with us. 

At the same time, Michele and I started moving to 
the music. She bent her knees so that she was 
straddling me from behind and as I grinded my ass 
into her body she pushed back with her pelvis. Her 
knees were on either side of me, and I reached down 
with both hands to touch them. The slits in her 
skirt gave me access to her stocking covered legs 
and I moved my hands up and down the outside 
portion of her thighs. As I did this she moved 
closer into me and I could tell that she liked my 
touch. 

With my right hand I explored all the way around to 
the under side of her right leg and started moving 
it slowly up towards her rear end. My hand reached 
the top of her stocking and I felt the hook of the 
garter strap she wore being pulled tightly as it 
tried to hold up her thigh-highs while she danced 
and dipped.  I felt Michele start to straighten up 
a little, perhaps embarrassed that I had found her 
undergarments, but I moved my hands back to her 
thighs and pulled her closer to me. 

I brought my right hand back up to her garter strap 
and began to play with it, pulling it away from her 
meaty legs and letting it snap back into her flesh. 
I ran two fingers underneath the top of her 
stocking, my palm massaging her bare skin. I felt 
goosebumps forming on her skin, and encouraged that 
she was enjoying herself I moved my hand all the 
way up to her butt check. I squeezed and massaged 
her rotund backside, getting the full experience of 
what I'd had a taste of in the dressing room 
earlier in the day. I was groping and clawing at 
this stunning girl and she was letting me. 

By now I was extremely turned on. My nipples were 
fully aroused and there was no hiding it under the 
thin material of my tube top. I desperately wanted 
Michele to rub my breasts, but her hands did not 
move from my stomach. With my left hand, I pulled 
her left wrist away from my body and guided it to 
my bosom. Her hand made brief contact with my tit, 
but she quickly moved it back to my stomach. 
Disappointed, I began to massage it myself, 
squeezing my breast like a sponge and gently 
pinching my nipples. 

This whole time, the two guys were standing 
perfectly still, eyes wide and mouths open, 
enjoying the free show. When Michele resisted 
touching my breast, however, they sensed that what 
they were seeing was not the genuine article. 

"They're not gay," I heard one of them tell the 
other.

I turned around and faced Michele, who was still 
dancing and enjoying herself as much as when we 
first got to the club, only now she was right up 
against me. And instead of towering over me as she 
had before, she bent her knees lower so that we 
were eye to eye and her knees were still on either 
side of me.  I moved to my right and swung my right 
leg over her left leg, so that now I was straddling 
it. I put my left hand on her right hip, and she 
did the same to me. I started grinding her left leg 
with my crotch, humping like I was a dog. 

The friction felt so good in my pussy that I zoned 
out, forgetting about where I was and what I was 
doing. I closed my eyes and gave myself over to the 
feeling between my legs. I leaned into Michele so 
that my forehead rested against her shoulder. I 
probably would have kept going until I came on her 
leg, but Michele interrupted me. 

"Those guys are creeping me out," she whispered 
into my ear. 

I had temporarily forgotten about them.

"They're still there?"

"Yeah, but I think they're starting to give up 
hope," she said.

I leaned in closer so that my lips were touching 
her ear.

"I think I know how to get rid of them."

I moved my left hand from her hip and brought it up 
to her right cheek. I turned her head so that we 
were facing each other, inches apart. I moved in 
and kissed her on the lips, very lightly, very 
gently, very quickly. Luckily she did not back 
away, so I went back in again, and this time we 
held the kiss for two or three seconds, then kissed 
again, this time sucking on her bottom lip. I was 
about to slide my tongue into her mouth when she 
broke the kiss and looked over at the two guys. She 
looked at me and said, "I think this is turning 
them on instead of driving them away."


I didn't care. I moved toward her again, 
desperately wanting to lick her tongue. But she 
straightened up, and she was too tall for me to 
reach. 

"I'm getting hot anyway, why don't we take a 
break?" she said.

"Okay," I said as happily as I could pretend, even 
though I was really disappointed and frustrated.  
"I have to go the bathroom, come with me."

The line for the ladies room was long as usual, and 
while we waited we made fun of the two losers that 
were trying to pick us up and our failed attempt to 
dissuade them.

"It was a good try. I didn't think they'd stand 
there like it was a fucking peep show," she said.

"Seriously, don't they have some pornos at home 
that they can watch?"

"Oh, so is that where you learned all those moves, 
Jamie?" she said with a sly smile.

"Yeah, sorry if I got carried away. I just kind of 
got lost in the moment."

"No, it's okay. It was fun. You were very 
convincing. Except you pulled my garter strap off 
of my stocking and now I can't get it back on."

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry." I felt a little embarrassed.

"That's okay. They're just really hard to get on 
with one hand and I can't reach back there. Can you 
give me a hand?"

Gladly, I thought. She turned around so that her 
back was facing me, but as I reached down to find 
the strap a stall opened up in the bathroom. 

She said, "I don't have to go that bad, you can go 
ahead of me."

I took her hand and pulled her with me.

"Come on, we've already shared a dressing room."

We entered the stall and closed the door. Michele 
stood facing the door while I pulled down my 
already tight pants that clung to my sweaty legs 
even more than usual. I pulled down my thong and 
sat on the toilet. "Okay, back up a little," I 
said. Michele stepped backwards towards me and 
lifted up the back of her skirt for me. I was face 
to face with her enormous, beautiful ass, and she 
wasn't wearing any panties.

Again I had flashbacks to the first day of school, 
and the first time I saw Michele when she was 
bending over her desk. Having just squeezed and 
groped her butt on the dance floor, and working up 
quite a sexual appetite in the process, I had to 
fight every urge to keep from spreading her butt 
cheeks and licking her crack. Instead, I took hold 
of the dangling strap and pulled it down toward the 
top of her stocking. The strap tightly pressed up 
against her ass as it struggled to reach the thigh-
high.  As I touched strap, nylon and flesh 
simultaneously, I saw the goosebumps form again all 
over her butt.

"Was that the first time you've kissed a girl?" I 
asked.

"Yeah. What about you?"

"No, not the first time. What did you think?"

I was finished peeing and wiping, so I stood up, 
pulling up my thong, then my pants. Michele was 
still facing the door.

"It felt nice. Your lips are so soft."

"I'm done, your turn."

We exchanged places, with Michele sitting on the 
toilet, not needing to pull anything down, except 
that I stood facing her.

"Yeah," I said, "Girls put a lot more feeling and 
passion into a kiss than a guy does, especially 
when it comes to using tongues."

"Yeah, I used to hate when my ex-boyfriend shoved 
his tongue in my mouth. It felt so gross, like he 
was trying to lick my molars."

"I know what you mean, but girls are a lot better 
at it. Here, I'll show you."

Before Michele knew what was happening, I straddled 
her and sat on her lap. We were now face to face 
and I was on top. Her height was not going to help 
her get away this time. I took my hands and held 
both sides of her head.  I began to kiss her with 
short one-second kisses over and over and over, all 
over her mouth. She was kissing back, so I opened 
my mouth slightly and she followed my lead. We were 
sucking each other's lips, and I let my tongue 
lightly slide across her mouth, enough to tease her 
and get her lips wet. She must have like the way 
this felt, because she started to do the same to me 
and I let her. 

Then, I allowed my tongue to touch hers, just 
briefly, and the feeling was electric. Michele let 
out a little whimper, and I felt her hands on my 
waist. She searched for my tongue with hers, but I 
teased her, keeping my mouth closed. Then when she 
had given up and went to get a mouthful of my 
bottom lip, I slipped my tongue between her lips 
and into her mouth. Her tongue quickly sprang to 
meet mine and they connected again, but I 
retreated. 

She followed my tongue into my open mouth, eagerly 
wanting to taste me. Her hands reached around to my 
ass, squeezing it and pulling me into her. I slid 
my fingers into the jungle of her frizzy hair and 
finally gave her my tongue. She moaned as she 
licked and sucked on it, hungry for more. 

A loud knock on the door of the stall interrupted 
us once again. I broke the kiss, and Michele 
strained her neck towards me attempting to re-
connect. I decided to leave her wanting more, so I 
dismounted her, took her hands, and pulled her up 
off the toilet seat. Without a word, I turned and 
opened the stall door and walked out.

We'd barely made it out of the bathroom when one of 
the bouncers came up to us and told us that the 
other three girls we came with had gotten kicked 
out of the club for having a flask with them and 
they were outside waiting for us. Although we were 
pissed and wanted to leave them out there while we 
danced some more, we decided to do the right thing 
and go home.

It turns out that all three of them had flasks and 
they were all shit-faced. They could barely speak 
or stand, and once inside the car they all passed 
out within minutes. Michele and I sat in the front 
in silence. Once we got on the highway there were 
no other cars around, it being close to 2 am on a 
Sunday night. I saw Michele turn towards the back 
seat and poke the girls, seeing if they were awake.

When Michele was satisfied that they were all sound 
asleep, she turned around and faced front again. 
She reclined her seat back a little and put her 
right foot up on the dashboard. She then hiked her 
skirt up to her waist, exposing her completely 
shaven pussy. With her right hand, she began to rub 
all around her inner thighs and her lips, placing 
her index and middle finger on either side of her 
slit and pinching her pussy lips together. I stared 
in awe, nearly driving off the side of the road. I 
regained my composure and focused on the task of 
driving.

"I shaved it this afternoon when we got home from 
the mall," Michele said quietly. "You were right, 
it feels soooo nice."

I grabbed the rear-view mirror and angled it down 
towards Michele's lap so that I could keep driving 
while taking short side-ways peeks at the 
reflection of Michele's solo act. I turned on the 
overhead map light which lit up exactly that area 
as if it were a spotlight for the show I was about 
to see. She dipped a finger in between her lips, 
getting it nice and wet. She pulled it out and 
brought it up to her face. The smell of it must 
have made her change her mind, because her hand 
went immediately back down towards her crotch. 
Before it got there, I reached across the seat and 
took her wrist. I pulled her hand over towards me 
and licked the tip of her finger, then the entire 
under side of her finger. Then I took the whole 
finger into my mouth, sucking it like a dick, 
moaning, already addicted to the taste of her 
pussy. I released her finger from my mouth, licked 
my lips, and said "Now you do it."

My gesture must have made her even more excited 
than she already was, because she quickly put her 
finger back inside the lips her moist vagina, 
swirling it all around for a few seconds, and then 
brought it back up to her face. I could see the 
juice dripping from her finger, and instead of 
smelling or tasting it, she just decided to jump 
right in, shoving the entire finger into her mouth. 
She sucked it and and licked it and drank all of 
her juice, moaning with lust. She continued the 
process of dipping her finger and swallowing the 
nectar until she could take it no longer. She 
brought her finger to the opening of her love hole 
and slowly inserted the digit inside of her. As she 
did this, she gasped and arched her back, overcome 
with the pleasure she was giving to herself. When 
the finger was all the way in, she slowly brought 
it back out and repeated the process over and over.

Through the mirror I watched her mimicking the 
techniques I had taught her earlier that day. I 
watched her finger disappear inside of her pussy, 
reappear glistening with thick, pungent moisture, 
and then disappear again. As we exited the highway, 
we came to a red light. When the car stopped, I 
turned my head to take in the full picture. I 
watched in wonder as this beautiful young girl, 
reclining in the seat next to me with her long, 
luscious legs spread wide open, a patent-leather 
platform Mary Jane propped up on my dashboard, her 
skirt pulled up so that the tops of her black thigh 
high stockings and garters were exposed, fucked 
herself for the first time with her own hand, eyes 
closed, moaning and writhing with pure enjoyment. 
She was exploding with lust, and I had lit the 
fuse.

Not a word had been spoken the entire ride, but 
just minutes away from the dorm, Michele said, 
"Jamie, why can't I come?"	

"You have to rub your clit."

"I don't know where it is. Will you show me? 
Please, I want to come."

I reached across to her lap and dipped my finger 
into the fire. Expertly I located her love button 
and began rolling it under my finger.

"Ohhhh, yes. Yes! Oh, Jamie."

I continued to play with her clit while she 
fingered her vagina.

She was screaming loudly now, and her friends in 
the backseat began to stir. 

"What's going on up there? Are we at school yet?"

I quickly put my hand back on the wheel. "We're 
almost there." 

"What was all the screaming about?"

"We were seeing who could fake the best orgasm."

"Oh, well that must have been Michele, since she's 
never had one."

"Lisa!" Michele screamed.

"It's true, Jamie. She told us her ex-boyfriend was 
the worst lover. He never gave her an orgasm."

"Oh my god, I can't believe you!" Michele was 
obviously embarrassed and upset that her 
confidential secrets had been revealed.

"That's okay," I assured her, "A lot of guys don't 
know what the hell they're doing." I looked over at 
Michele and gave her a wink and a smile, "You'll 
have an orgasm someday. Soon, I bet."

We pulled into the parking lot at school and the 
girls staggered out of my car. We all walked 
together, so Michele and I had no privacy at all to 
talk about what just happened. When we got inside 
and up to the stairs, the girls said good night to 
me when we got to my room and then continued on 
down the hall to their rooms.  I wanted Michele to 
linger behind them and stay with me, but that would 
have been too suspicious.  I walked inside and 
closed the door leaving the lights off, extremely 
horny from what just happened and frustrated that 
it wasn't finished. 

I opened my lingerie drawer and pulled out my 
thickest dildo, determined to fuck myself hard 
while thinking about Michele until I passed out.  I 
couldn't wait to get started reaming my soaking 
pussy, so I pulled off my pants right over my 
boots. I was pulling down my thong when I heard a 
knock on the door. I pulled up my thong and shoved 
the dildo under the mattress.

"Who is it?"

"It's Michele. Angie locked me out again."

I opened the door a crack and peeked out. 

She spoke slowly and sweetly. "I'm really sorry to 
bother you, Jamie, after all you've done for me 
today." She raised her eyebrows as she said this, 
giving me a 'hint-hint' look.

"Don't be silly, it's no bother. It's just that 
it's too late to call security to have them open 
your door. They close at midnight on Sundays," I 
lied.

"What should I do? None of the girls have room for 
me."

"Oh, well you can sleep in here tonight, I have 
plenty of room."

"Really? Thanks."

I opened the door and let her in. 

Once inside, I closed the door behind her and stood 
facing her in nothing but my tube top, thong, and 
knee-high leather boots. Michele was still fully 
dressed. She looked over my body, up and down.

"I was just getting ready for bed," I said. Michele 
just continued to stare at my body. The excitement 
from the car ride had made my nipples hard and 
visible through my skin-tight top. Her eyes 
lingered on my chest before slowly scanning me 
downwards. I realized that while at various times I 
had seen all of Michele's naked body, this was the 
first time she was seeing anything of mine besides 
my bald pussy in the car that afternoon.  Her eyes 
made their way down to my mid-section. She gazed at 
my wide hips, following the outline of my thong 
underwear which clung tightly to my waist and stuck 
to my damp pussy.  

Her sight shifted down to my large, sturdy thighs, 
and she slowly took in the vast amounts of milky 
white flesh between my legs and down to my knees. 
The strength that my powerful legs portray was 
accentuated by the black shiny alligator leather 
wrapped tightly around my calves. I watched her 
bite her lip as she surveyed my brand new, sexy 
boots that she had helped me try on earlier in the 
day when she admired my shaved pussy. 

I suspected that like me, she had a thing for sexy 
footwear, especially since she owned so many pairs 
of platform and high heel shoes of her own. I 
turned my right foot so that it pointed out to the 
side, and watched Michele as her eyes were 
transfixed on the thick platform bottoms of my 
boots and the chunky 4" heels protruding from them. 
She had the sexy, depraved look in her eye of a 
woman who had recently been brought to the brink of 
orgasm only to be cut short. I knew the feeling.

Watching Michele molest me with her eyes was 
getting me extremely excited. Quickly, my devious 
mind formed a plan to get her undressed so that I 
could look at her body the same way that she was 
looking at mine. 

"I guess you need something to sleep in," I finally 
said. "I think I have an extra pair of sweats that 
might fit you," knowing full well that I had no 
such thing. Michele said nothing, her gaze 
returning to my 36C breasts and my now achingly 
rock hard nipples. I felt certain that she wanted 
me, but I decided to tease her a bit more.  

I turned around and, with my back facing her, bent 
way over and opened my bottom drawer. Although I 
often wore pants so tight that they looked painted 
on to my rear, this was the first time Michele was 
getting an up-close look at what most people told 
me was my best asset. I had the booty of a black 
girl, big, round, and meaty. As I rummaged around 
in the drawer, I slowly swayed my ass back and 
forth, from side to side. This should close the 
deal, I thought. It did. 

Finally I stood up and opened my lingerie drawer. I 
picked out one of my catsuits, which are one size 
fits all, and which she would have looked amazing 
in.
	
"I can't find the sweats, but this might fit."

I turned around to face her. While I was looking 
through my drawers and showing her my ass, she had 
taken off her black skirt and denim shirt. She 
stood, hands on her hips, her feet shoulder-width 
apart, dressed in only her patent leather platform 
Mary Jane's, thigh-high stockings, and a black 
satin corset from which her garters hung.

"Is it okay if I just sleep like this?" she asked.


Now it was my turn to stand and stare in 
dumbfounded amazement. Her shoes had a similar 
effect on her powerful legs, only that her 4" heels 
made her already long legs look even longer. The 
thigh-highs and garters made her look sexy yet 
elegant and, along with her height, gave her an air 
of sophistication that betrayed her true of age of 
18. The tops of her stockings gave way to her own 
soft, fleshy thighs. Her pussy was still exposed 
and I could see the moisture from her first ever 
finger-fuck glistening on her bald lips. 

Her corset was simply stunning, made of black satin 
and lace. It cinched her waist to a fraction of its 
normally ample size, causing her chest to appear 
even larger than it already was. Her huge, womanly 
breasts strained to escape from the confining 
garment, but the skillfully constructed corset 
tightly held on, causing large portions of her tits 
to be pushed upward. With her still frizzy and 
tightly curled brown hair framing her gorgeous and 
youthful face, she could have been the cover girl 
for Playboy, Penthouse, or Victoria's Secret. She 
was now looking at me right in the eyes.

"If you wear that, you won't get much sleep," I 
warned her, responding to her earlier question.  

"Why not?" she asked.

"Because if you wear that, you'll be up all night 
making love to me."

Her knees actually buckled. I took one step towards 
her and was now right in front of her. Her legs 
were shaking. What had started out as innocent 
teasing at the club and curious experimentation in 
the car ride home was now becoming a reality, and 
Michele was a little nervous. I started kissing her 
chest, sucking on mouthfuls of her meaty breast and 
licking up and down the long line of her cleavage. 
I reached around her with both hands and grabbed 
her ass. I slid my hands in between her garter 
straps and her skin, squeezing her cheeks, trying 
to get as much flesh in my tiny hands as I could. 

Her breathing got heavy, and her enormous chest 
swelled and contracted as I continued to kiss it. 
She wrapped her arms around me, and I felt her 
hands traveling down my back towards my ass. She 
was starting to relax, forgetting her fear and 
giving in to her desire.  But I wanted to have 
complete control. I wanted her to be mine forever. 

"Don't touch me!" I said sternly. I stopped kissing 
her and grabbing her ass and I backed away from 
her. "Do you know what's about to happen?" I asked 
her.

"I think so," she said. She looked a little 
confused and frightened.

"You think so? You think so? Let me tell you what's 
going to happen." I started to walk slowly around 
her, circling her. "I'm about to make you feel 
really good. Incredible, even. Better than you've 
ever felt in your whole life. Is it true you've 
never had an orgasm?"

"Yes, it's true," she said sadly.

"Well you're about to have one. I'm going to make 
your pussy explode."

Again, she got weak in the knees and let out a 
sigh.

"But even better than that, you're about to make 
love to a woman. After I'm done with you, you're 
going to want to make my pussy feel as good as I 
made yours feel. You're going to crave the taste of 
my pussy. You're going to want to lick it and drink 
my juices. And you're going to love it, you're 
going to get addicted to eating my pussy. It's 
going to change your life forever."

Michele was silent. I continued to circle her 
slowly.

"Would you like me to make your pussy explode with 
pleasure, Michele?"

"Yes," she said eagerly, and I believed her, but I 
was having too much fun.

"I'm not sure I believe you. You have to really 
want it. You have to want me to fuck you. I can't 
have you going to the Dean tomorrow and telling him 
how I seduced you and how I took advantage of one 
of my residents. I can't afford to lose this job."

"Oh, no, Jamie. I would never do that. I want you, 
please."

"Convince me."

"How?"

I slapped her on the ass, hard.

"Tell me!"

"I want you, I want you to make love to me."

I slapped her again, harder.

"I'm not convinced." 

"I want you to finger me. I want you to fuck me 
with your fingers."

"What else?"

"I want you to make me cum, I want to cum on your 
hand. I want to you lick my cum and taste my 
pussy."

"Sit down," I said

Michele sat down on the edge of my bed, where she 
had sat for the first time earlier that day in her 
tight jeans and v-neck sweater. Now she sat there 
in next to nothing.	

"Spread your legs," I commanded.

She opened her knees wide and leaned back on the 
bed, supported by her elbows. I got on my knees in 
front of her. I began by grabbing her ankles and 
rubbing my hands up her muscular, stocking covered 
calves. When I got to her knees, I started to 
massage her thighs, playing with the elastic of her 
stocking tops and the garters that held them up. I 
started kissing her inner thighs, licking and 
sucking on her plump meat.  I smelled the aroma 
coming from her vagina and I could no longer 
resist. I buried my nose between her lips and 
inhaled, savoring the funky smell of her sex. Her 
pussy was completely soaking wet, and I opened up 
my mouth and began drinking every drop of moisture. 

Michele let out a loud moan, "uuuggghhhhhhhhh!"

"I can't hear you up there.." I encouraged her.

"Lick my pussy! Please, don't stop licking me."

I shoved my tongue deep into her hole, swirling it 
all around.

"Yeah.oh yeah.fuck me with you tongue."

I continued this for a few minutes, thrusting in 
and out of her with my tongue while she writhed on 
my bed and moaned in delight. Then I turned my 
attention on her clit, first rubbing it with a 
finger to get it hard, then poking my tongue at it 
quickly in short little stabs. This was driving her 
crazy.

"Yes, yes. Oh, Jamie, my pussy..my pussy.."

She was getting closer to climax, but I wasn't done 
yet. I grabbed her ankles once again, and lifted 
her feet up to my shoulders. This brought her ass 
up off the bed a little and gave me access to her 
back door. 

Finally I was face to face with the object of my 
desire, the treasure that I had first fantasized 
about two weeks ago when Michele was bending over 
her desk on the first day of school. With the heels 
of her shoes digging into my collar and the cold 
patent leather pressed against my neck, I grabbed 
her ass cheeks with both hands and pulled them 
apart. The smell from her crack was sweaty and dank 
from a night of dancing in an overheated club. I 
stuck out my tongue and licked the sweat from the 
innermost portions of her cheeks, making my way to 
her asshole. When I got there, I swirled my tongue 
all around it, getting it nice and wet. Michele had 
figured out my game by now and started to encourage 
me.

"Yes, oh yes. Eat my ass. Jamie, lick it. Lick my 
asshole."

Michele was really getting into this, and in her 
excitement she allowed her tight rectum to loosen 
up a little bit, allowing my tongue to dig deeper 
into her ass. She tasted musty and salty, and I was 
licking and slurping for all I was worth. When her 
ass was nice and lubricated, I went back to her 
clit, this time lapping at it like a kitten at a 
bowl of milk. I could sense Michele's first ever 
orgasm building and building.

"Oh my god, yes! Jamie, oh please, make me cum. I 
want to cum in your mouth.."

At that moment I slipped my forefinger into her 
asshole. She wasn't expecting this surprise 
visitor, but by the time she tightened up my finger 
was deep inside.  I started moving it all around 
inside her anus, and it was sending her over the 
edge. As her orgasm began, she relaxed her muscle 
and I started pulling my finger out and then 
pushing it back in quickly, fucking her ass while I 
sucked on her delicious clit. Her cum began flowing 
rapidly from her deep inside her, and I did my best 
to catch all of it in my mouth. Michele was bucking 
her hips and moaning, "oh god...oh god..oh god, my 
pussy!" 

As soon as I thought she was finished, another 
orgasm started to build. She climaxed over and over 
again several more times as I continued to fuck her 
asshole with my hand and her pussy with my tongue. 
I was drinking mouthfuls and mouthfuls of her 
juices and rubbing my entire face around in her 
sloppy wet pussy.

When she was finally finished, I expected her to 
collapse from exhaustion. Instead, the waves of 
pleasure had given her body a new energy that she 
had never experienced before. She brought her feet 
down off my shoulders and placed them on the floor. 
She sat up straight on the edge of my bed, grabbed 
my arms, and pulled me up towards her. I stood up 
in front of her, then straddled her left leg and 
sat on her knee facing her. We embraced and started 
to kiss each other deeply and forcefully. I still 
had her juice all over my face, and Michele could 
taste it as she kissed me. She seemed eager to have 
more of it, licking all around my mouth and nose, 
savoring her own body's cum. When there was no more 
juice left to lick, she knew what she had to do.

"Jamie, I want you."

I got up off of her knee and stood right in front 
of her in between her legs. She was still sitting 
on the edge of my bed, and she slid forward towards 
me so that her face was eye-level with my chest. 
She placed her left arm around me, resting her hand 
on my ass and giving it a good squeeze. She brought 
her right hand up to my chest and with her index 
finger touched my erect nipple through the thin 
material of my tube top. She began to circle it 
with her finger, and then pinched it between her 
finger and thumb. 

This was obviously a part of the body that she knew 
a lot about, but she was still a bit timid. I moved 
things along by lifting off my tube top over my 
head, so that now my breasts were free and just 
inches from Michele's face. She quickly took both 
her hands and placed them on each of my breasts, 
massaging and squeezing them. Her touch felt so 
good. Finally she leaned forward and took one of my 
nipples into her mouth, sucking and licking it like 
a baby. She sucked until it was sore and extremely 
hard, then did the same to my other one. My pussy 
was on fire. 

Michele then began kissing me between my breasts 
and down my stomach. As she did this, she slid her 
butt of the edge of the bed and down towards the 
floor until she was sitting under me. Her head was 
now right at my crotch. She leaned forward and put 
her face next to my pussy. She sniffed my soaking 
wet panties and began to rub her nose along the wet 
portion of my underwear, taking deep breaths of my 
stink and applying pressure to my lips. 

I felt her hands reach around to my ass. With her 
finger she followed the path of my thong from my 
waist, up above my ass cheeks, and then down, deep 
into my crack. She brought her finger all the way 
down until it was directly on top of my asshole, 
separated from it only by the thin material of my 
underwear. She continued along the path until her 
finger was over my pussy lips. She applied some 
pressure and my eager pussy was aching for more. 

I pushed myself down on her finger hoping to 
generate a little friction, and her finger pushed 
the material of my thong into my pussy, between my 
lips. She then moved her hand back out to my ass, 
grabbed the portion of the thong that was hiding in 
my ass crack, and pulled it out away from me, 
causing the material in my pussy to dig in deeper 
and rub against my clit. She continued to pull the 
thong tightly as I grinded against the taut fabric. 
I was starting to lose control of my body, so I 
bent over at the waist and braced myself by putting 
my hands on the bed. As I did this, Michele pulled 
my thong down to my knees. 

Michele grabbed my ass again and pulled me toward 
her. I bent my knees slightly until I felt her face 
touch my pelvis, just above my pussy. She started 
to kiss and lick me everywhere down there, my lips, 
my inner-thigh, even my asshole. Finally she spread 
my pussy lips apart with her fingers and tongued 
the inner walls of my labia. She licked up and down 
eagerly, lapping up my juices.  

This was the first cunt she'd ever eaten, and 
although her tongue felt great inside me, her 
inexperience was obvious. I tried to guide myself 
so that my clit was in her mouth, but she kept 
moving around, wanting to taste the whole pie. 
Eventually her tongue found its way into my vagina, 
and she began to fuck me with it as I had done to 
her earlier. While she did this, my clit was 
resting on her nose, so I began to grind against 
it, desperately wanting to get myself off. I humped 
her face as she licked and tongued me and slurped 
my pussy juice with delight. 

I felt a finger explore the outer rim of my 
asshole, and I tried to encourage her by relaxing 
my muscle. She timidly stuck the tip of a finger 
inside, and I could tell that she wanted to give me 
the same kind of pleasure I had given to her but 
that she was nervous and her heart wasn't into it. 
I reached under the mattress and pulled out the 
dildo I had hidden earlier. I pushed it into 
Michele's hand, and she immediately knew what I had 
in mind. First she buried it in my pussy, getting 
it nice and wet. When it was sufficiently 
lubricated, she pulled it out and pressed the tip 
up against my asshole. She pushed it in nice and 
slow, until the whole 9" had disappeared in my ass. 
Immediately a wave started to come over me and I 
started humping her face again. 

Soon I was climaxing, and Michele did her best to 
suck and drink everything that came out of my 
pussy. I grinded my cunt against her mouth as my 
body, still standing but bent over with my hands on 
the bed and ass in the air, went into convulsions. 
I could tell that she loved the taste of my pussy, 
as she sat there under me, holding on to my boots 
with her face buried in my crotch, licking every 
drop of cum she could find.

When my orgasm finally subsided, I stood straight 
up. I pulled the dildo out of my ass and brought it 
up to my waiting tongue, licking it clean. I could 
tell that Michele was still horny because she was 
still sucking and slurping at my sloppy pussy. The 
experienced she just went through must have turned 
her on more than she was before, because I looked 
down to see her fingering her pussy. I backed away 
and helped her to her feet, then turned her around 
so that she was facing the bed and I was standing 
behind her. I pushed her forward so that she was no 
bending over the bed as I had been just moments 
before, holding herself up with her hands on the 
bed, feet on the floor, and ass in the air. 

I reached over and reached into my top drawer which 
was still open from before. I felt around and 
finally found my strap-on belt. I pushed the dildo 
I was holding through the opening in the front of 
the belt, then hooked the belt around my waist and 
up under my crotch. I guided the tip of the dildo 
into Michele's vagina and slowly pushed it inside. 
Michele let out a long, deep, throaty moan. I began 
thrusting in and out of her, holding on to her hips 
and moving her back and forth in rhythm with me. 
Michele started to thrust back into me forcefully, 
trying to get my fake cock as deep inside her as 
possible. I rubbed and squeezed her ass, then 
pulled her garter straps away from her butt cheeks 
and then let them snap back into her skin as I had 
done in the club. This made a loud, sharp whipping 
sound and soon her ass cheeks were becoming red and 
sore and Michele was enjoying the pain. 

"Oh! Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck my pussy hard with 
your cock."

I reached around her and started playing with her 
clit, rubbing it quickly under my fingers. 

"Oooohhhhhhhh...uuuuhhhhhhhh..my pussy..my pussy!"

She was now bucking like a bull and I sensed 
another orgasm on its way. In one swift motion I 
pulled the dildo out of her pussy and shoved it 
hard into her vulnerable asshole. I doubt that she 
had ever been penetrated in the ass that deeply 
before, because Michele screamed so loud I thought 
she would wake up the entire hall. 

"UUUUUGGGGGGHHHHHHH!...Oh my god! Oh my god! My 
ass, Jamie, fuck my ass!"

I started to ream her asshole hard and her whole 
body began to shake. She was climaxing and I 
reached around and felt her cum streaming down her 
thighs and being absorbed by her stockings. I 
pulled the dildo out of her and she collapsed on 
the bed, face down, breathing heavily, with her 
pelvis still twitching and grinding against the 
bed. I took off the strap-on and my boots, then 
took off Michele's shoes for her and helped her get 
under the covers, still wearing her thigh-highs and 
corset. I got in bed next to her, naked, and laid 
down on my back. She moved over and curled up next 
to me, massaging and kissing my breasts. I could 
tell she wanted to keep going, but just didn't have 
any energy left. I pulled her towards me and kissed 
her deeply on the lips, our tongues licking our own 
juices off of the other one's tongue. Michele then 
rested her head on my bosom and closed her eyes.

"Thank you, Jamie."

"You're welcome. Good night, Michele."

"Good night."

We woke up in the middle of the night and made love 
several more times, then again in the morning. Each 
time Michele got a little better at licking my 
pussy, and now she's quite good at it. I go out 
with her and her friends quite often now, even to 
frat parties, and we have a blast getting all 
dressed up and teasing the boys on campus. Its such 
a turn on to watch all the guys trying to hook up 
with the most gorgeous freshman on campus, knowing 
that at the end of the night they'll all be jerking 
off in their beds while Michele and I eat each 
other out, over and over again, until we both pass 
out. 

I had no idea being an R.A. would be so much fun. 

THE END

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Please keep this story, and all erotic stories out of
the hands of children. They should be outside playing
in the sunshine, not thinking about adult situations.

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