11 comments/ 82556 views/ 21 favorites Five Steps to Delta Nu By: Charles Petersunn I want to thank all of you who have been supportive and encouraging. I enjoy very much writing these stories, but they do take quite a bit of time, and the positive encouragement is so very, very helpful. I hope you like this one. All persons within this story are at least eighteen years old. Any resemblance to any actual sorority or person is entirely accidental, as this story is just a satirical fiction. I classified it as Novella. It is relatively long and certainly broad in scope, as it covers a number of different themes across the five chapters. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Bree Olson wanted so much to join Delta Nu. It was by far the most popular sorority on the Livingston campus. Every one of the sisters of Delta Nu was quite pretty; in fact, gorgeous. They had the bodies that men drooled over. More importantly, Delta Nu girls met and married the most desirable and successful gentlemen. "Any girl who wants a guy wants first to be Delta Nu," was their motto. Elle Woods was, of course, a Delta Nu. One of their most famous alumni. She naturally married a very successful lawyer. But, there were other notable graduates as well. Suzanne Somers was Delta Nu. Goldie Hawn was Delta Nu. Alicia Silverstone was Delta Nu. Desiree Cousteau was Delta Nu. Christina Applegate was Delta Nu. Carol Connors was Delta Nu. Claire Wellington was Delta Nu. Lorelei Lee was Delta Nu. The list just goes on, and Bree Olson wanted to be the next member of this illustriously eminent family. But, it wasn't easy. Of course it wasn't easy. Anything worth anything isn't going to be easy. To be rushed by Delta Nu was in fact an honor. Delta Nu was the premier sorority. Bree knew that she wasn't an obvious candidate for Delta Nu. She was quite confident of her appearance and presentation. If appearance alone was the basis for selection, she would be a shoe-in. She was 5'3" with long, wavy blonde hair, large brown eyes, creamy smooth skin, lovely dimples, a perky nose, and a wonderful smile that was always so readily provided. Her voice was itself a delight, so cute and feminine. And, her breasts were very full and prominent. But, she had not always been this attractive. She was in fact a very late bloomer. She hadn't even hardly ever dated, much less have sex with guys. Much of her life until this point had been spent on studying and getting good grades. And, she knew now that this was largely time wasted. After all, she had no real interest in becoming a scientist, a doctor, a writer, a teacher, or anything like that. She wanted to marry a very wonderful and successful man who would care for her for the rest of her life. But, no such guy was available to a girl like her. When her body did finally develop in her last year of high school it was largely too late to reap the benefits. Well, she wasn't going to make that mistake in college. She was eighteen now and she wanted to be, for the first time, finally, among the popular girls. She devoted her entire summer studying what it took to be a popular and pretty girl. She applied the time and effort that she had been giving to algebra and biology to learning how to dress well, how to select and apply make-up, how to choose the right perfume, and how to speak in a manner that was friendly and feminine. She watched all the right television shows: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Gossip Girl, The Hills, Laguna Beach, Falcon Beach, 8th & Ocean, Melrose Place, Beautiful People, Greek, Gastineau Girls, The Janice Dickinson Modeling Agency, My Super Sweet 16, The Simple Life, America's Next Top Model, and so much more. It was really amazing how much you could learn on television. She knew that she had been wasting so much time in books. She found the most helpful source for such guidance and instruction to in fact be the website of Delta Nu. But, Bree soon discovered that it wasn't even just appearance and personality that Delta Nu was seeking. Delta Nu dug far deeper than that. It wasn't an accident that Delta Nu girls were the most successful. Their selection process was developed to evaluate and identify true Delta Nu potential, and it was here that she knew she might fail, and probably would fail. How could someone as inexperienced as she, as naive as she, really become Delta Nu? It wasn't realistic. She knew that. But, she did at least want to, have to, try. Delta Nu provided a very stringent series of tasks, or hurdles, that pledges must surmount before they could become a sister. They certainly embraced the ban on alcohol advocated by the Panhellenic Council, the governing body for sororities. And, they eschewed the mundane trials employed by most other sororities. Sorority initiation should not be simply a polite reception, a soiree, or even a kegger. Nor should it be a mindless, cruel hazing. It was a matter of choosing the right girl. Delta Nu's initiation was a true test of the capacity, the capabilities, of a Delta Nu pledge. Once admitted to the sisterhood, a Delta Nu would become privy to the secrets known only to the sisterhood for how to find and land the perfect guy, the most desirable husband, and they did not want these secrets to be wasted on a girl who lacked the motivation, the dedication, or the talent to use them effectively. They wanted a girl who would not cringe at what was needed to be another successful Delta Nu, a girl who would carry on the tradition and glory of Delta Nu. The five steps were therefore specifically designed to test her true commitment to the Delta Nu dream. Bree was apprehensive but terribly excited when she got the word that she had passed the initial phase of interviews. She wasn't even so sure that she would get this far. She had not been entirely honest in the interviews. Frankly, she had been quite dishonest, indicating that she had a very active social life as a high school student and had dated quite a few boys. She was at first a little surprised that they would ask such questions, but given the mission, the ambition, of a Delta Nu, she realized that she should not have been. She felt quite bad about being dishonest with respect to her background, but she also felt that a true Delta Nu would do what was necessary to become a Delta Nu. She imagined that someday, when she did eventually confess her duplicity, her sisters would understand, and may even applaud her motivation, her zeal. She was now just a few steps away from becoming a Delta Nu. Many girls did not even get this far. She knew the subsequent trials would be difficult, even demanding, but she also knew that she would do whatever it took to be a Delta Nu. She was introduced to the five steps by her sister-in-training, Candy Christian. "Bree," Candy explained, "You are about to embark on the most important journey of your life. The steps you will take will not be easy, but they will determine whether you have what it takes to be a Delta Nu, whether you truly want to join the sorority of every girl's dream." Bree was on pins and needles. "I will do my best, Candy, I promise. I have never wanted anything more in my life." Candy had heard that before and, regrettably, quite a number of girls failed to complete the journey. "Well, it will not be easy, Bree. I must warn you of that." "I can do it, Candy, really I can." "Well, be assured, Bree, that the steps are not simply to have you do things that are difficult, or to embarrass you in any way. We know from our own experience, our own success, that there are attributes that are integral to the success the sisters of Delta Nu have achieved, and these steps you are about to take will demonstrate whether you have the right stuff to be Delta Nu." Bree's heart was fluttering with anticipation and excitement. There was simply no way she would fail. She would complete all five steps, or she would die. Well, that was a bit dramatic, but she was determined, very determined. "Let's get started." Candy smiled at her eagerness. Perhaps this young lady would succeed where so many others had failed. She surely hoped so. She did at least look like a Delta Nu. "Excellent. Come back to the house this evening, at 7:00PM, and you can begin your first challenge." It would obviously be nice to know what would be asked of her. "What will it be? What will I have to do? Will it be a test? Perhaps I could do something to prepare?" Candy though just shook her head. A pledge was never told in advance what the next step would be. "Just be sure to dress well." "I always dress well." No Delta Nu girl needed to be told to dress well. Bree at least knew that. Mounting the Throne of Delta Nu Bree was so excited to find out what her first challenge would be. She spent a considerable amount of time on her make-up, her hair, and her outfit. In fact, that is all that she did since her meeting with Candy. She decided, of course, to wear one of her more flattering outfits: a clingy summer dress that draped well across her breasts, yet also clung tightly to her waist and bottom. It was so nicely tailored. It clung to her body in all the right places, but without any slutty implication. It conveyed an innocent sexiness. In addition, she wore matching heels. Learning to walk in heels had been one of the more difficult tasks of the summer. They were at first quite uncomfortable and awkward. But, Bree realized that if you really wanted to look presentable, you should wear heels. They did wonders for the perkiness of your bottom. It was at times difficult to keep up with persons when wearing heels, but one should never be in a hurry to go anywhere anyway. As she had read on the Delta Nu website, what was the hurry? No one who was anyone arrived on time for anything, and arriving late for a class was a most outstanding way to make an entrance. But, she did arrive on time for her first challenge. There were some schedules that were in fact important to respect. Candy ushered Bree into the inner sanctum of Delta Nu. It was the traditional party room of a sorority: very tasteful, very neat, very well decorated, very pink. The walls were a bright pink, covered with pictures of past Delta Nu classes and notable visitors (Bree was particularly impressed with the picture of Alison Kilgore). It was also furnished with a state-of-the-art sound system, a very large CD collection, as well as a really humongous high-definition plasm TV mounted on the wall, facing it a quite luxurious pink leather couch and deep, soft easy chairs, all naturally pink. In between the couch and the television was a hard-wood coffee table and, in the center of the deep, plushly pink carpeted room was a pink silk cloth, draped over something. As she looked more closely, Bree could see that the silk was embroidered with the Delta Nu initials. Bree could feel her heart beating through her dress. Just imagine someday being here, in this chamber, as a Delta Nu girl. As soon as Bree entered, in strolled the current sisters of Delta Nu. They were all really quite distinct and unique. Most, of course, were blonde, but some were brunette and a couple were even redhead. Delta Nu did embrace diversity. Some were tall, some were petite. Delta Nu did not discriminate. Delta Nu didn't even require that one's breasts be large. That would be terribly prejudicial and also missing the point. Some guys do like them little. However, all of the girls were clearly very attractive, if not beautiful. That was to be expected at Delta Nu. Delta Nu supported diversity, but they were not stupid. Well, they weren't all the brightest bulbs in the lamp, but they knew enough to get what they wanted, and no Delta Nu failed to be successful in college. Boys who were invited to a Delta Nu soiree tended to get erections just thinking about it, and they certainly got them when they arrived for the party. Delta Nu girls were all so pretty, and they presented themselves very well. Their breasts were always so perky and proud, even the little ones. And, their skirts were always short to display their lovingly curved legs, which were now lined up against the wall. Candy picked up a small leather book resting on the coffee table and held it out toward Bree. "This, Bree, is a copy of our sacred guidelines. Come here, stand before us and beside the throne of Delta Nu," she gestured toward the object hidden by the silk cloth. "Place your left hand on the book, your right on your heart." Bree followed her instruction, feeling her heart pounding beneath her dress. "Repeat after me. I, Bree Olson, do solemnly swear to uphold the traditions, laws, and customs of Delta Nu." Bree repeated the oath. Candy continued, pausing after each sentence to wait for Bree's recitation. "To be a true and loyal Delta Nu; to always maintain my appearance in the keeping of a Delta Nu; to keep silent all actions that are within the sisterhood; to follow without hesitation all commands and orders of my elder sisters; to provide all comfort, understanding and support to all sisters of Delta Nu; and to dedicate myself to the growth and future success of Delta Nu." Bree felt like she was going to faint. "And, finally, to do my best, as a Delta Nu pledge, to complete the five secret steps toward sisterhood." Candy smiled as Bree completed the final sentence. She so hoped that Bree would succeed. She was growing fond of the girl. She did really want her to become a sister. She laid the book back down on the coffee table. "Alright then, Bree, your first step you will complete here, tonight, in the bosom of our most secret chamber, our sanctum, our womb." Well, that didn't sound so bad. How hard could it be? "First, Bree, you must remove your panties." Bree's face went red. Whose face wouldn't when asked to remove her undies in front of a line of strangers? But, these really weren't strangers, were they? These were her sisters, or at least her future sisters. They were strangers now, but by this time next year they would be her truly most closest, special, and best of friends. Bree did not hesitate. She reached up, under, her skirt, grasped the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down and off her ankles, and then handed them to Candy. Candy further instructed Bree. "Alright then, Bree, if you wouldn't mind, lift up your skirt." Bree's face naturally turned a deeper red. She hesitated. Not a very good sign. Candy looked concerned. Nancy, the elder sister, explained. "Bree, most sororities only consider outside physical appearance, how the pledge appears in her blouse and skirt, certainly in an evening gown and perhaps even casual sweats. We would not disagree. But, Delta Nu is not so superficial. We all know that well tailored, expensive garments can mask flaws and failings. At Delta Nu we consider as well a young lady's inner beauty, how she appears beneath her garments, where her true self is revealed." Exposing your personal private part to someone the first time can be really very difficult. Who is that confident about that part of their body? And, what part of the body is more important, more revealing, more telling? Well, it was then doubly worse, doubly difficult, to have that part be presented for inspection, and especially so if the inspection was being provided by a line of very, very attractive ladies, evaluating if your inner beauty did indeed measure up. With a deep breath for courage, Bree leaned forward, grasped the hem of her skirt, and lifted it up. Bree was very confident about her outer beauty. It was very clear what constituted an attractive appearance. She was not so sure of this. What did in fact constitute a sufficiently attractive cunnie? The pussy though was, of course, the most feminine part of a woman's body and, therefore, warranted particular consideration in a Delta Nu evaluation. It wasn't so much that Delta Nu had particular standards as to appearance. Diversity was again fully embraced, as the sisters of Delta Nu varied tremendously in the precise nature of their slits and lips. What was important was that this impromptu, surprise inspection not reveal a lack of due diligence and attention on the part of the pledge to the appearance of her cunnie. Some postulants for Delta Nu were revealed here as obvious imposters, as they provided no consideration as to their feminine coiffure. Bree passed the test, and with flying colors. She had a very naturally attractive feminine slit. Most importantly, there was no sign of any body hair. "Bree," Nancy observed, "You shave?" "Well, yes, ma'am." "And why?" The truth was that she just didn't like body hair anywhere, except, of course, on her head. She shaved her legs, she shaved under arms, she plucked her eyebrows. Why have all that ugly hair down there? She just considered it so gross. But, she was not at all sure that this explanation would be received well by the sisters of Delta Nu. For all she knew all of them liked their hair, and liked to have lots of it. When in doubt, be dishonest. "I just think boys like it this way." Nancy smiled. That was a very good explanation, indeed. She certainly had the right priorities. "Excellent." Bree breathed a deep sigh of relief. Candy resumed her instructions. "Very good. Alright then, Bree, if you would, please take a position standing over the Delta Nu thrown, your back facing the girls." Bree did not hesitate taking her position over the silk cloth. "Lift up your skirt and present your bottom to the sisters." Bree had been expecting this. She had heard that many sororities and fraternities did still do a paddling. It was a bit demeaning, presenting yourself like this, exposing yourself in this manner, and then receiving a paddling like you were just a little girl. In fact, perhaps it was really very demeaning, but that was all part of an initiation. She bent over, and raised up her skirt, up over her thigh high nylons and past her bottom. Bree so hoped that the sisters would approve of her bottom. Bottoms can vary tremendously in attractiveness, but Bree wasn't really that worried about that part of her anatomy. She worked hard on her butt, doing lots of squats, lunges, step-ups, and four-way hip extensions. She knew it would be firm and perky, particularly when presented this way. And, she had worn her heels. She turned her bottom left and right to be sure that all of the sisters in the line would have a good view for inspection. The sisters were indeed pleased. Bree's bottom was well within the expectations, the standards, of a Delta Nu. Bree placed her hands on her knees and braced herself for the paddling, the muscles of her fanny tightening. "Bree, at Delta Nu we have modified the traditional spanking in a manner that offers an opportunity to evaluate a pledge's attributes, her potential, to be a true Delta Nu." She pulled the silk cloth away, revealing that the Delta Nu throne resting beneath and in between Bree's spread legs was a large realistically looking male erection, mounted on a small platform that was itself screwed into the floor. "It's already been well lubricated." Bree now really blushed. This she had not been expecting, not anywhere near expecting. Bree had certainly masturbated before. She had even used her mother's vibrator once or twice, being careful to thoroughly wash it afterward, and before. But, she had never mounted something like this. Actually, she had never even mounted anything before, not even a real penis. And, now, they wanted her to mount this big penis-looking thing? Her mother's vibrator was at least just a smooth, pointed cylindrical plastic. The Delta Nu throne was a rather abnormally large, angry looking cock. The sisters of Delta Nu did not spare expense when it came to penises. Five Steps to Delta Nu Perhaps this had been a big mistake, as big of one as this fake dick. She was perhaps getting in way over her head here. Perhaps she didn't really belong. Perhaps she did not actually have what it takes to be a Delta Nu. 'No, no, no!' She was not about to quit right out of the gate. How hard could this really be? Girls can fit pretty big things up there. Obviously, all of the sisters had gotten it to fit. Why couldn't she? Well, actually, there was a good reason. These sisters must have had quite a bit of experience with erections in their cunnies, even really big ones, prior to taking this first step. How could the first time she mounts a cock be one this big and this public? Perhaps being duplicitous during the interviews was not such a good idea after all. The sisters though were in fact understanding. It was natural for a pledge to balk at this point. A number in fact had. Delta Nu had the most demanding of initiations. That was well known. They had the highest standards, and they had the highest number of pledge failures. That was also well known. It would be no shame for Bree to quit now. Candy explained. "Bree," she said softly, reassuringly, "I know this might seem a bit unusual." That was the understatement of the day. "But, all of our exercises, our trials, have a purpose. This one is to determine, to evaluate, how naturally responsive and comfortable you are, with your body." Well, if Bridget Jones could jump out of an airplane, she could squat down on this throne. "Well, alright." But, then, as she started to squat she had a moment of panic, of doubt. She wondered if this was all some sort of a joke. She had heard of sororities humiliating a pledge that they had already decided to reject. She wondered if a group of fraternity guys would suddenly burst into the room as soon as she had mounted the big cock, the girls would snap pictures, and then they would all laugh as she ran from the room, crying in humiliation. "Here, let me help you," Candy offered. Candy helped Bree get down on her knees so that she could squat down onto the jutting dildo. Bree felt like she was in a doctor's office, doing some sort of a reverse gynecological exam, mounting a medical device in a rather obscene fashion as the residents watched from behind with obvious amusement. At least there were only girls watching her. Imagine if it was a line of guys? That would have been going too far. She would have quit at that point. Well, if this would get her into Delta Nu, she knew she had to do it. She squinched her eyes shut as she felt the crown of the rubber penis make contact with her naked pussy lips. If she couldn't see anything, it sort of made it feel like she couldn't be seen. The throne was at least nicely lubricated, as Candy had said. But, she felt so obscene, and she knew she must look terribly obscene, squatting down on a big rubber cock. "Now just slide down onto it, like you're a cow girl mounting a horse." That was a rather odd way to put it, and not particularly helpful. It did in fact feel as big as a horse's, and that thought did not help her get it in. It was such a terribly, terribly tight fit. It felt like she was having to take the largest dump she ever had, or perhaps like giving birth. Well, actually, it wasn't anywhere near as bad as that, but at the moment the fact that it could be worse did not make it feel any better. Bree though knew that if it appeared that she was having too much difficulty, she might in fact be judged to have failed the exercise. And, she was right about that. Part of the exercise was to determine whether the girl could take a big one. At some point during a Delta Nu's career she might have to give herself to a man with an abnormally large penis. For most of them it would be a pleasure, but some girls do in fact balk, and it appeared that perhaps Bree might be one of these girls. Bree pushed down hard, and then stopped. It was so tight, so very, very tight. She wondered if all boys had cocks this big. Of course not, but perhaps all the boys that dated Delta Nu girls. If that was true, this could indeed be a very big mistake, one as big as this cock. The girls watched with amusement as Bree struggled to get the rubber dildo up inside. It was always an enjoyable sight, seeing the new, or at least potentially new, sister mount for the first time the Delta Nu throne. They had all been through this before. They knew that it was at first embarrassing, but you eventually got used to it. In fact, the throne was at times used as a diversion from boring business meetings, making a sister who had accumulated demerits mount the throne once again. Actually, the longer one was in the sorority the less of a punishment the throne became, and more of a quite pleasurable amusement. It was not unusual to come down into the chamber at night, seeking a refreshment, and finding a sister mounted on the throne after a long frustrating, unsatisfying date or, more typically, a long date in which the sister was being exceedingly flirtatious and seductive but not putting out, holding out instead for the true golden prize: the proposal, or at least fine jewelry. With a deep breath Bree let the weight of her body force herself down onto the dildo, and with a gasp she felt it plunge up fully inside her cunt. The girls clapped their hands approvingly, and Bree smiled, a satisfied but uncomfortable smile as she felt like a stuffed turkey. "Alright now, Bree, we want you to ride it, like it was a real man. We want to see your skills as a cow girl." Bree's face turned red. It went without saying that she had never masturbated in front of anyone before, and certainly not masturbated in a manner as obscene as this. Her first impulse was to question the instruction, perhaps even to pull herself off the offending intrusion. But, she knew better than to object and now that she had it stuffed up inside her she might as well at least try to enjoy it. She slowly lifted herself off, not all the way off, just sliding up the rubber penis. She was greeted by a tremendous sense of relief, the release of such intense pressure, and then she slowly slid back down, feeling herself being filled, plugged, and stuffed once again. She reached underneath to touch, to feel, her clitoris. She doubted that she could actually climax, doing something like this in front of the sisters, but she at least wanted to get comfortable, to get moist. Candy considered it a good sign that Bree was using her fingers on her clit. That showed initiative. Some of the pledges, the weaker ones, simply mounted the throne and made only a few token thrusts. Candy continued to be hopeful for Bree. Bree relaxed her eyes, but still kept them closed as she worked her hips up and down the big slick rubber cock. She knew it was an obscene sight, her butt going up and down the fake dick sliding in and out of her fully stretched and shaved pussy lips, but she tried to imagine, to pretend, that she was alone, with a man, in the privacy of her bedroom, riding up and down his hard cock, the man of her future dreams. She imagined that she was doing it for the first time, for the first time experiencing the feeling of a big, hard, manly cock stuffed up inside of her little cunnie. Perhaps this was the big penis of a star athlete, or the son of a rich billionaire, or a future statesman. Yes, of course, they would have cocks as big as this one. Her pussy soon moistened, as mounting such a cock was her ultimate goal, her reason for joining Delta Nu. It was a dream that was so very gratifying, so very satisfying. She soon found that driving her cunt down onto the rubber cock became as pleasurable as pulling herself off of it. But, with the moistening, she could now hear her fluids slushing as her lips slid up and down the rubber dick. The room was quiet except for the slurping sounds of Bree's slippery slit. It was now embarrassing auditorially, as well as visually. Bree's breathing became briefer, more rapid. Candy reached down, between Bree's legs, and flipped a switch. The spinner began to slowly gyrate within her cunt. Bree's eyes opened wide in surprise. She never thought a dildo would do something like that! "Oh my!" she gasped, as she felt the rubber cock twist and turn in ways that no real cock would, or could, ever do. She bent her head down and moaned, as she now more openly, comfortably, lustfully worked her cunt on the spinner, thrusting her hips lewdly up and down the twisting cock. "Oh my," she whispered, more quietly, more wantonly. She felt so terribly shameful, yet also so terribly excited. Could any future cock actually live up to this? Her first real cock might now have quite a high bar to hurdle. "I think she's ready, girls," Nancy announced, and she led the line of sisters up to Bree's obscenely thrusting ass. Smack! Nancy gave Bree a sharp slap on her butt. Bree's head jolted up and her eyes again burst wide in shock. "Yeeow!" She had somehow forgotten about the spanking, and was now quite rudely reminded. But, she was so into the spinner that she immediately let her head fall back down, closed her eyes, and continued to work her cunt on the rubber cock. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! As each sister passed by she gave Bree big slaps on her naked, humping, twisting rump. Bree though paid them no never mind as she continued to lustfully work the big dick of her future husband. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! The sisters enjoyed the sight of Bree's bum reddening with the spanking. A number of them had already been getting a bit warm between their own thighs as they watched Bree's lily white derriere writhing on the dildo. It was obscene, to be sure, but it was obscenely delightful. And, the spanking applied an extra layer of spice to the show, watching Bree's apple cheeks ripening into a fresh bright juicy redness as each sister took her turn. "Oh yes, yes, yes," Bree exclaimed, now actually enjoying the conjoining of the spanking with the spinning. It was an odd combination, lustful arousal with a hot, stinging bottom, and it worked well. It worked really well as she drove her cunt on and off the throne while receiving the spicy applications of the sisters' hands and the twisting screwing of the big rubber cock. Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! "Harder, harder," she gasped to her husband of her dreams, and to the sisters, as she worked her cunt harder on the cock, grinding her cunt onto the throne as it screwed and twisted deep inside her pussy, her fingers all the time rubbing, cinching, pinching her clit. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "OH YES! YES! YES!" Bree squealed as she felt her orgasm sweep through her, over her, her juices literally squirting out her cunt, soaking the throne and its platform in feminine fluids. She stopped plunging and just gripped tightly onto the plunger with her cunt as she gave herself over to the climax, her body twitching and jerking on the throne, her anal sphincter blinking and winking as her body shivered and twisted in instinctual spasms. Candy was so happy for Bree. She had performed like a true Delta Nu. Being a Good Student Bree's second step necessitated a trip to Templeton. This trial required an interaction with a professor and the sisters did not want to disrupt or potentially harm a pledge's relationship with a future teacher at Livingston College. In any case, it was just plain fun to go on a road trip, to travel to a new campus for sorority hijinks. And, besides, the uniforms required of the students of Templeton added a little spice to this second trial. At Templeton, all of the students had to wear a traditional school uniform. The girls wore white blouses with black ties, plaid skirts that had to go below the knees, white socks, black shoes, and, of course, white panties and bras. The piece de resistance of the ensemble was perhaps the black Mary Janes. Candy could not see herself being a Templeton student. What is the point of going to college if you can't be fashionable? Imagine going four years wearing the same outfit! Totally absurd. And, if that wasn't enough, Templeton did not allow the girls to wear make-up, perfume, or excessive jewelry. It seemed to Candy to be like some sort of marxist, socialist, communist, fascist, or whatever, sort of place. Bree felt a little silly in her outfit, but it helped that Candy and Nancy were dressed in a comparable manner. They were accompanying her to witness the successful execution of her trial. However, none of them obeyed the policy of no make-up or perfume. They weren't wearing lots of make-up, but just enough to be presentable. It just didn't make any sense not to wear at least some. Plus, they did not adhere to the college uniform when it came to their undies. None of them were wearing the boring and bland white panties. Bree was wearing red silk panties with an inch of pink lace trim. She liked in particular the little white bow in the front. Plus, they hugged her bottom and cunnie so nicely. Candy and Nancy had instructed her to wear nice panties, which wasn't really necessary, but they also suggested that it be a pair that she would not mind losing. That part of the instruction was a bit mysterious. Bree's outfit was also a bit different in another way. Her blouse was see-through, quite thoroughly diaphanous. And, as an added touch: no brassiere. She had to wear a transparent blouse with no brassiere. Her breasts were literally standing right out there. This was one reason that the exercise was held on another campus. Delta Nu sisters had a reputation, but not as sluts. It might even be illegal to expose your tits like this. So, if Bree got into any trouble, it would be on a different campus and wouldn't hurt her record, and more importantly, her Livingston reputation. It's not, of course, just the way you look that attracts the right man. Sometimes reputation can be the key to landing (or perhaps losing) a guy. They left their car in the general parking structure. They didn't have passes, not being actually enrolled. They had to walk across campus to get to their destination. Candy and Nancy felt like gunslingers striding with pride down the main street of a frontier town. They knew they were superior to these Templeton girls, all dressed in their little, childish outfits. Templeton may beat Livingston in football most every year, but even with make-up the girls of Templeton could not compare with them and, without make-up, well, they should really just be ashamed of themselves. Bree, however, did not feel so proud. She felt terribly exposed, standing between Candy and Nancy, and she was indeed very much exposed. Bree had rather large breasts, and they were really swinging and bobbling without her brassiere, and even worse, anyone who looked could see quite a bit of them. Her tan line was visibly evident through the blouse, providing a distinct outline of what her brassiere would normally be hiding. Some girls liked an overall tan. Tan lines can at times be distracting, and may even clash with some outfits, particularly strapless gowns. However, Bree's lily white skin contrasting with her tan made her look so virginal, visually expressing that what was being seen was really very personal, very private, and normally entirely hidden from anyone's view. Her bright white skin was also like a white flag, drawing the eyes toward her wiggling embarrassments. Her face became as red as her breasts were white. And, it didn't help that Candy and Nancy were walking so fast, making her breasts jiggle and wiggle all the more. "Can't we at least just slow down?" "On no," Nancy explained. "You wouldn't want to get into trouble exposing your breasts like that, would you?" "No," she meekly replied, stumbling along as she tried to keep up on her heels. "We need to get across the campus as soon as possible, before anyone has a chance of reporting you." Templeton did have a very strict dress code that was severely enforced (see "Mr. Peters Teaches Wendy a Lesson"). Bree did appreciate that point. They soon arrived safely at their destination, the office of Mr. Benjamin Stein, a statistics professor. The first of the five steps was simply mounting the throne, a test of a girl's physical abilities. The next four were tests of character: being a good student, making new friends, entertaining guests, and making amends. Above all else, of course, a Delta Nu girl is a good student. All of the sisters of Delta Nu are on the honor role, a most impressive accomplishment for any sorority indeed and one for which Delta Nu was especially proud, particularly as the girls of Delta Nu had so many other responsibilities, commitments, and demands beyond simply studying, and doubly especially because Delta Nu girls were not selected on the basis of innate intelligence or even good grades in high school. On the contrary, Delta Nu often turned marginal, even failing, students into members of the Livingston Dean's List. This was most impressive to the Dean of Undergraduate Affairs, and a point of considerable jealousy among the more academically oriented college associations. The manner in which Delta Nu accomplished this feat was a carefully guarded secret coveted by all of the other sororities and fraternities. This second trial was in part to gauge the ability of Bree to benefit from the Delta Nu academic curriculum. Nancy instructed Bree that she was to speak with Professor Stein regarding how much difficulty she was having within his Introductory Statistics course and whether he would be willing to provide her with special consideration. He wouldn't realize that she wasn't actually in the class as it was very large and the girls looked so similar to one another being all dressed in the same Templeton uniform. Of course, Nancy would not, could not, expect any grade change to actually occur. So, to further complicate the task, Nancy had an additional instruction. "Before you enter Professor Stein's office, Bree, pull your panties down to your thighs, far enough that they could easily fall down but not so far that they can be seen beneath your skirt." This was obviously a rather strange instruction, but Bree knew better than to question Nancy. She looked around, checking to see if there was anyone who might notice, and then reached up, under her skirt, and pulled down her panties to just above the hem of her skirt. She could feel the coolness of the air kissing her bare fanny. It was a rather awkward way to wear panties, as she had to keep her legs a bit spread to prevent them from falling all the way down. Nancy then explained why she had to wear them that way. Bree winced. This wasn't going to be easy at all. She knocked timidly on Mr. Stein's door. Nancy and Candy would remain outside, not only to witness what happened inside, at least with their ears, but also to direct away any persons who might interrupt Bree's tutoring session. "Yes, who is it?" Bree called out through the closed door, "It's me, Mr. Stein. It's Bree, I'm in your statistics class?" Mr. Stein was surprised. He didn't have many students coming to visit him. Not too many of them wanted to talk about statistics for any longer than the three hours of class each week. "Yes, yes, come in," he called out. Bree took a deep breath and opened the door. She walked in timidly, as any student would do seeking consideration for a grade change, and then instantly blushed when she saw the shocked eyes of the professor instantly go to her essentially naked tits. It was her natural instinct to cover them up. She didn't mind being flirtatious. She had practiced being flirtatious during the summer, with movie ticket guys, with grocery clerks, with gas station guys, even with her older brother, which he found very confusing. But, displaying her essentially naked titties to an instructor was really well over the line of any prior experience. Five Steps to Delta Nu Her face turned a deep red. She imagined her mother seeing her now. Her mother had herself been a cheerleader in college and had watched with some pride the blossoming of her daughter and her growing interest in becoming a popular girl. She was really quite pleased that Bree was pledging Delta Nu. However, she would most certainly not approve of this sort of behavior. There were certain things that young ladies didn't do, and exposing your naked tits to older men was probably one of them. "Yes sir, I'm Bree. Do you have a minute for me, sir?" Mr. Stein had a lot more than a minute. He always had a lot more than a minute, as few students ever requested even a single minute. But, he would most assuredly make available quite a large number of minutes for these two breasts, although they were also making him feel more than a bit awkward. He had considerable difficulty drawing his eyes away from those essentially naked tits. They were so large, so full, so exposed, so naked, so very, very delicious. There is really nothing better than having a young lady's big naked tits staring you right in the face. He could even see her nipples standing up quite perky and proud, due in large part probably to the air conditioning. The hallway was a bit cool but Mr. Stein liked his office rather crisp. It helped to keep him awake and alert as he studied his journals. "Yes, yes, dear, come on in." He glanced self-consciously at the floor and then back to her face, momentarily traversing those absolutely luscious breasts. Like any healthy male professor, he at times imagined what a student's boobs might look like naked. But now, nothing was really being left to the imagination. She might as well not being wearing a blouse at all! He fixed his eyes on Bree's eyes but, or and, depending on which side of the fence he was on, they were still quite large within his lower peripheral vision, nor did it help that they wiggled so violently as she walked, rather awkwardly, towards him. She must have pulled a muscle or something. A girl can easily tell when a guy is looking at her tits. Guys might not realize it, but it was rather obvious, and Bree could readily tell that Mr. Stein was struggling to avoid looking at hers. Her ears felt like they were burning, they were so red and hot. She strode up to him and stood by his side. He was sitting at his desk, with Bree's breasts right at eye level. In fact, they were now only a few inches from his eyes and, as he looked up at Bree, they towered over his line of vision, the nipples standing out like little outposts on the slope of a snow covered mountain. He could feel a bit of stirring within his long sleeping loins. "Mr. Stein?" Bree asked, compelling him to continue to look up at her, at her tits. It was really difficult to tell who was feeling more uncomfortable, Bree or Mr. Stein. It would probably be Bree, as she was the one who was being exhibitionistic, yet it was Mr. Stein who was the unwilling voyeur. Bree, though, wasn't too much more willing as the exhibitionist. "Um, yes dear." He tore his eyes away from those gorgeous breasts and back to his notes. "I was wondering if you would be willing to go over again some of your last lecture. I don't think I understood it very well." It was really quite rude not to look at someone when you're speaking to them. Mr. Stein sighed and brought his eyes back to Bree's eyes or, more accurately, her towering tits, with her eyes just above and beyond them. This was clearly a uniform violation and he really wondered if he should speak to her about it. But, it would be rather awkward to actually speak out loud to a student about being able to see her tits. "Yes, well, precisely what didn't you understand?" Well golly, sir," she replied, using her most innocent, ingenue voice, "If I understood it, I could tell you. It was the stuff right at the end." Bree, of course, had no idea what Mr. Stein had been speaking about in his last lecture. She leaned in closer to him, bringing the tips of her breasts less than an inch from his eyes. It was like she was sticking her naked tits right into the professor's face, which was what she was precisely doing. This was terribly difficult, as it was like sticking her tits into the face of her dad. But, if this is what popular girls do, what Delta Nu girls do, then she would do it too. She could imagine her father saying, 'Would you jump off a bridge if that's what Delta Nu girls do?' But, there was clearly a big difference between doing something crazy and dangerous, and doing something to become a popular girl, to meet the right guy. Still, it was very difficult to learn new skills, particularly if you lacked the background, the experience. Mr. Stein backed his head away, worrying that the swinging boobs might even slap him in the face. "Yes, well, why don't you have a seat, right there, over there, and I will go over it with you." Bree though would not be denied. She knew what she had to do, and she took a deep breath, her breasts rising in her blouse. "Oh Mr. Stein!" she exclaimed, and before he could escape she quickly leaned over or, more accurately, fell down into the professor's face, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling his face right into her soft, jiggly breasts. "Thank you ever so much!" She had seen one of the girls do this on the TV show, "Greek." "Yea, well, glrublb, wffldn't." His voice was garbled, being muffled and smothered by soft, full breasts. He hadn't felt anything so pleasurable in so long, but also nothing more awkward, or improper. He often wondered how women didn't seem to appreciate that when they hugged you they were pressing their tits right up against you. How could that not be sexual? Yet, apparently this young lady seemed to have no appreciation of the rather sexual nature of her action. He politely but firmly pushed her away, although not before he enjoyed for a moment the feel of his face buried within those luscious bubbies. Bree let the professor push her away. She really felt quite uncomfortable about this. Thank goodness that they were alone. Imagine if Nancy or Candy were watching. For a moment she remained close to the professor, letting this man who was as old as her father enjoy feasting his eyes on her naked tits. She felt a bit slutty. She had noticed older men admiring her breasts at the pool, or on a tennis court. Her neighbor, Mr. Rutherford, often did that. She shuddered just thinking of him staring at her boobies (she was actually suspicious that he did more than just that). Their staring had made her so self-conscious. It was like she was being ogled by dirty old men. Now she was in fact willfully, voluntarily, just sticking them right out there for some old guy to gape, gawk, and goggle. Well, maybe he wasn't that old, but he was sure old enough! She swung her shoulders back and forth, her breasts bobbling and wiggling with her movement, much to his eyes' appreciation. That's what Brandi did on "Beautiful People." "Oh professor, you're such a nice man! Everyone says so!" "Yes, well, why don't you take a seat," he replied, trying desperately to keep himself from staring at those tits, but when they were this close it was really unavoidable. "Oh yes sir, I shall." Bree then stepped back and turned to patter off to the couch on the other side of his office, walking again a bit awkward with her panties bunched at her thighs. She stopped though half way there. "Oh my, sir, look at all these interesting books!" They were hardly very interesting at all. Well, actually, to Professor Stein, they were indeed very interesting, and he always felt that they should be interesting to students as well, but he had never had a student express any real interest. He frankly wondered if perhaps this girl was just flattering him, working herself up to asking for some consideration on her grade. Perhaps even her manner of dress was part of this? Well, if it was, he would at least enjoy it for awhile, but he knew full well that he would not budge in the grade. Bree took another deep breath and proceeded to the next stage of this trial. She bent over from the waist to get a closer look at the books on the bottom shelf. As she did so she brought her thighs together, letting her panties slip from her thighs down to her ankles. She felt them glide down her legs, but she kept her eyes trained on the books, pretending not to have even noticed. Professor Stein though had certainly noticed. It was like a bright red flag had been raised or, more accurately, lowered. His eyes widened at the sight of the girl's panties falling down and then bunching up around her ankles. His eyes then went back up her legs, up past the back of her knees and thighs, to her bottom. He couldn't believe it. Peeking out from beneath her skirt were the naked, bare lips of this girl's cunnie pouch, poking out from between her young thighs, and capped by the curves of the lower couple inches of her little firm bum cheeks. Mr. Stein could feel his dick swelling in his slacks. He knew it was quite wrong to be taking advantage of her like this, admiring the delectable view she was inadvertently presenting to him. But, what normal man would refuse the opportunity? She even began to rock her bottom back and forth, the skirt waving flirtatiously, the sweet cunnie crack swinging left and right, as if she was a young doe in heat trying to entice a buck to mount her. Bree placed her hands on her knees, thrust her bottom out further, turned her head and looked back at the professor, and smiled. She could see where his eyes were fixed. She felt so glad, so relieved, at her success. Nancy and Candy would be very proud of her but, nevertheless, she still blushed as she realized what she was exposing to him. She spoke as if she was oblivious. "Golly, professor, have you read all of these books?" Bree's grin grew larger and less tense as she saw the embarrassment on the professor's face at getting caught looking at her personal private place. It helped her discomfort to see that he found this awkward as well. It would have been much more difficult if he just grinned back with a dirty, lascivious leer, like an old man that was about to mount her. "Um, yes, well, yes I suppose I have," he clumsily replied. "You must be very smart! I can't imagine ever reading so many books." She stood back up, the curtain closing on her little show, and stepped again toward the couch, instantly stumbling though on her panties grabbing at her ankles. "Oh my goodness!" she exclaimed in shock. "My panties!" She quickly stepped out of them and retrieved them from the floor, giving the professor another quick peek at her cunnie. She turned to the professor, looking terribly flustered and embarrassed. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Professor Stein." She covered her face with her hands, and her panties, her luscious white tits rising and falling with her racing heart. "I'm so terribly embarrassed, sir," which was actually quite true. Professor Stein was himself rather embarrassed, although he felt clearly not as much as the young lady. He tried to reassure her. "No, no, dear, that's fine. It happens." Actually, such a thing probably never happens, at least he had never seen such a thing happen. How could a girl's panties just fall down? Bree explained. She brought the panties down from her face. "I know I shouldn't have worn these. The elastic is all so worn out and, well, they're really a little too big for me. I lost some weight, you know," she said with an endearing smile, as if somehow he actually should have noticed her weight change during the semester. "But I love them so dearly. I just couldn't resist wearing them one more time." "Yea, well, um," was about all he could say. She held the panties out for him to inspect. "Do you think they're pretty, Mr. Stein?" He crossed his legs and covered his crotch with his hands. "Yes, well, I suspect they are, yes, yes, they are, um, attractive." Bree strode back up to the professor, her red panties held out before her, her tits jiggling before her as well. "Here, look more closely, sir, see? See the little pink bow in the middle. I like that the best." Mr. Stein could use a sip of water. "Yes, yes, the bow is really nice, but I think you should probably put those away." "I could be in a lot of trouble, couldn't I, sir." He was actually thinking that he could be in a lot of trouble if this didn't end soon. "I mean," she continued, "I wasn't wearing regulation panties, was I, sir." "No, no, you certainly weren't doing that." "You're not going to turn me in, are you, Professor Stein?" "Well, no, no, I suppose not." It was actually within the faculty guidelines for him to report any uniform violation. "I mean, well, we could just keep this to ourselves, couldn't we, Mr. Stein?" "Yes, yes, I suppose we could." He would in fact be quite willing to keep this to themselves, particularly if it became evident that he hadn't ended the interview as soon as he observed the absence of a brassiere, along with a clearly overly revealing blouse. "Oh Mr. Stein!" she again exclaimed with exuberant enthusiasm and exaggerated gratitude, leaning back down to, once again, press her breasts into his face, this time aiming the tip of one nipple right at his mouth, pressing a perky nip against his lips, inviting him to suckle or lick. "That's so nice of you!" Mr. Stein felt like a fish with very juicy bait dangling before him, the nub of the worm even tickling his lips. He wanted so much to pinch the nipple with his lips, perhaps even to lick it a bit? But, he also knew that there would be a quite severe hook attached to this bait. He didn't bite. He didn't even lick or kiss. Well, that's not really true. He did sort of passively kiss the nipple, pursing his lips a bit on the nip, letting it kiss him. It even seemed to stiffen a bit. Bree pushed her nipple hard against his lips and even rubbed it around a bit, trying to encourage him to at least give her a little kiss there. But, he didn't bite. That was disappointing. She cursed her lack of experience in how to seduce a guy, particularly an older guy. There was nothing on the Delta Nu website to help with such situations, and she knew she must be doing something wrong. Perhaps there was another way. If she couldn't really seduce him, sexually, perhaps she could try something else. She had an idea, inspired in part by the fact that the gentleman was indeed much older than herself and did remind her of her father. She pulled her breast away and grabbed the professor's leg, pulling it off his other leg to make room on his lap. "Here, I'll lay across your lap and you can spank me!" "What?!" "You should spank me, Mr. Stein, you know, for wearing such naughty panties and, you know, even worse, for letting them fall down." Bree didn't wait for any objection. If she was going to complete this trial successfully, she would have to assert herself. She just flopped herself down over his lap, draping herself across his legs, squirming around a bit to position her bottom so that it was her high point, and then poking it right up at him to provide a good target. This was something at which she did indeed have experience. All little girls have been spanked by their daddies, and Bree was certainly no exception. She raised her head, as best she could, turning her face back toward the professor, giving him her most flirtatious little girl supplication, "You won't spank me too hard, will you, Mr. Stein? I haven't actually been spanked for quite a long time, not ever since I was a little girl." She was making him an offer he couldn't refuse. Her bottom looked so adorable, perched up on his lap, offering him her perky roundness. It would probably be good for her. A spanking never really hurt anyone and, besides, she had been a bad girl, a naughty girl. His cock was rock hard in his pants. Bree could feel his erection poking up against her thigh. It was a relief to feel that she had indeed gotten the reaction she was seeking, but also quite disconcerting. It felt terribly awkward and odd to be lying over his lap like this, feeling the erection of this man against her. She looked over at the door to his office. It wasn't locked, but she knew that Candy and Nancy were standing guard. It was bad enough to be so displayed to the professor, to be in such a shameful position, but imagine if someone actually opened the door? Thank goodness they were at Templeton College. Only a few of the kids she knew from high school had gone to Templeton. But, many of them would likely have taken a statistics class. George Johnson, Andy Douglass, and Amy Williams surely would have. Imagine if one of them suddenly entered his office. What an odd high school reunion that would be. Mr. Stein was equally concerned over this student noticing his erection. It was bad enough to get an erection in the presence of a student. It would be terribly inappropriate and professionally risky to have her notice it. Bree though revealed even more of herself to him. She reached back with one of her hands and pulled up her skirt, revealing to his eyes her naked soft bum. What was adorable now became scrumptious. "Here sir," she said softly, "Daddy always spanked me on my bare bottom. It doesn't really count if you don't do it that way." Her dad had not in fact ever done that, but she knew she had to make it more sexual than disciplinary. She turned her face back toward him. His eyes were firmly fixed on her naked tush. Her own face flushed, realizing how obscenely she was presenting herself to him. "Don't you think so sir?" Professor Stein was rather dumbstruck. He didn't know what to say. This girl had such a cute little darling fanny. He hadn't seen anything like this since was he was a young man, a boy, and, frankly, he hadn't seen much of anything like that even then. He softly laid his hand on her bottom. He just had to touch it. At least just for a bit. Bree looked away, turning her face to the floor, feeling now terribly mortified at the thought, the realization, that this professor was fondling her naked bottom. She had never imagined ever doing anything like this before. But, she knew it was all for a good cause. She had said that she would do anything to be a Delta Nu. Heck, she knew that by now Carol would have Mr. Stein's naked penis in her hand, and her face grew even redder thinking about that. She really couldn't do anything like that. Professor Stein did appreciate though what she had done. She felt so soft, so sweet. He even let his fingers travel down the crack of her bottom, down in between her cheeks, toward even more precious places. Bree spoke up quickly before he went too far. She didn't think she'd have to let him touch her there, if he was going where she thought he was going. She whispered, "You'd better spank me sir, before someone comes." He glanced at the door. She was right. Someone could come to his office at any moment. Few persons ever did, at least few students. Colleagues though did occasionally stop by and it would be difficult to explain why a female student was lying over his lap, her naked bottom so exposed. It wasn't really his position to discipline the students. That was the purview of Mr. Peters and Mr. Harrington. "Yes, well, alright then," he replied. "Um, well how many times, um, do you think?" Bree smiled at that. It was a bit odd for the one being spanked to be the one in control. "Well, quite a bit, don't you think?" He really didn't know what to think, other than how much he wanted this girl, to feel this girl, to feel her feel him. He raised his hand and began to lightly paddle her bottom. Five Steps to Delta Nu Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Pat. Bree giggled. It was more like he was just patting her bottom, not really spanking her. This was not so bad at all. It was in fact rather innocent. Mr. Stein didn't care. He just liked the sight of her precious, adorable bottom wiggling and jiggling with each pat, like a little mound of white jellow, split down the middle by an enticing fissure, down where there were so many hidden sweet delights. And, the firm, round, soft tush felt so, so good to the touch. It was indeed quite innocent, but Bree knew that innocence would not win the war. Delta Nu was not looking for innocent girls. "Golly, Mr. Stein," Bree complained, "You have to paddle me harder than that!" He was surprised at her request, but she was in fact the one actually in charge. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK These smacks were definitely stingier than the first ones. She encouraged him to go further. "Oh Mr. Stein, that's much better. You spank me so good!" she squealed, wiggling and gyrating her bottom on his lap, squirming against the hardness growing in his pants. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. Professor Stein grabbed Bree around the waist with his left hand, ostensibly to prevent her from falling off, she was squirming so much, but more so to pull her more deeply, more forcefully, against his stiff dick, to make it easier for him to rub it against her. "Oh my, oh my, Mr. Stein. You're making my bottom sting so terribly much!" She looked back over her shoulder to see if her bottom was getting a nice redness, but she was bent over so far she couldn't really see it. It did though indeed sting. Not as much as when the sisters spanked her, but still plenty good enough. More importantly though his bulge was suggesting that she was making good progress. She open up her thighs a bit, providing him with a nice little peek at what they had been hiding. Mr. Stein briefly paused in his spanking when he caught sight of the girl's hairless slit. He had never seen anything so alluring, so arousing. He resumed his spanking with even more vigor. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Now her bottom was really stinging and Bree instinctively began to flay her feet and legs around, kicking them in the air. "Oh golly! Oh gosh, Mr. Stein! My bottom is on fire! You're spanking me so hard, Mr. Stein, please, please, I'll keep my panties on in the future. I promise I will." SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Mr. Stein had never seen anything so delightfully provocative before, a young lady bouncing her naked red bottom on his lap, inadvertently rubbing and humping his hard dick, her own little hairless cunnie repeatedly coming into view, flirting with him so indelicately. For the moment he forgot about how much of a risk doing something like this would be for his job, his career. It was this young lady that was in trouble. Why else would he be spanking her? SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! A part of him did know that if someone came into his office at this point, he would be the one in rather big trouble. But, it was not his mind controlling his actions at this point. It was this girl's sweet apple tush and his own dick, straining for satisfaction. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Please, Professor Stein. Please stop. I"ll be good, I promise. Please, you're spanking me too hard!" He stopped. He did imagine that perhaps he had gone too far. He had lost track of how hard and how long he had been spanking her. He studied her butt. It was now a deep glowing red, like a round hot fresh bun fresh from the oven, ready to eat. "Yes, well, dear, I imagine that'll do. I think you've learned your lesson." He knew that she should leave before things did actually go too far, and he also knew what he would do as soon as she left. Bree's bottom now did sting pretty bad. Yet, she had not yet reached her goal. She doubted though that she could endure further spanking, nor was she terribly confident that any further spanking would achieve the desired end. She looked back up at him with her large pretty brown eyes. "Oh, yes sir, absolutely so sir. I feel much better now. But, well," she smiled flirtatiously up at him, "My bottom doesn't feel very good. Is it all red and everything?" He took another look. She did ask him too. "Yes, well, of course, it's pretty pink. But, it'll be fine later." It didn't actually look too bad. There were no welts or anything. It just had a nice pink glow. "It stings so awfully bad, Mr. Stein. I don't know if I could sit down on it for awhile, and I've got a class coming up." "Oh yes, well, of course," he replied, not quite knowing what to say or do, his mind, or at least his eyes, being focused on that perky pink tush, and the delightful crack that split the red apple, and the even more precious slit that split the pink peach peeking out so prettily below. "Would you mind, sir, giving it a little rub? That would help so terribly much. Papa used to rub it after he gave me a spanking." That wasn't actually true, but she knew it had a nicely provocative implication. She was pleased with herself, at her willingness to go this far with him. Perhaps it was in part because it was in the privacy of his office, perhaps as well it was Delta Nu bringing out the best within her, and perhaps as well the spanking itself. She was indeed feeling a little naughty. "Yes, well, of course, if you feel it would help." "Oh yes sir, very much so, Mr. Stein." She gave her bottom a little wiggle of encouragement. This wasn't too bad. It wasn't like she was at a strip club or something, showing a bunch of filthy old men and grubby adolescents her nakedness or, worse yet, giving one of them a lap dance or something. This was still pretty innocent, wasn't it? She was just wiggling her bottom at a professor. Professors aren't dirty old men or anything like that. Professor Stein needed no encouragement, but the wiggle of her bottom was a nice gesture. A smile crept into his face as he reached out to gently lay his hand on the young lady's tender tush. And, it felt so good. So firm and yet so soft, and now so warm with the spanking. His entire hand covered most of her bum. He sighed with pleasure at the touch, the fondling. "If you wouldn't mind, professor, rub your hand around and around. That will make my bottom feel so much better." As her professor, he knew he shouldn't do such a thing, but how can a man deny such a request? It wasn't like he was taking advantage of her or anything. He certainly shouldn't have her leave his office unable to attend her next class. Professors should prepare students for their classes. They shouldn't hinder their course work. He began to softly rub, massage, and caress the pretty girl's tender bottom. He could only hope that it felt as good for her as it did for him. He had not caressed a sweet tush for many, many years. Even when he was young he never had obtained much experience with girls. He had always been such a bookworm, perhaps one might have even called him a nerd. He had hoped that when he became a young professor that attractive women would flock to him. Would not such a woman find a bright, young professor, an esteemed member of the faculty, to be an attractive mate? Yet, it had never happened. But, here, placed before him, presented to him right on his lap, was the very pretty, alluring naked derriere of a most attractive undergraduate. He gave himself over fully to the pleasure of her tush. Bree closed her eyes, feeling a little uncertain over having a professor, a man as old as her father, caressing her this way. Although, his hand did not feel so bad. Actually, it felt rather nice. The caressing was soothing away the sting. But, at times his massages became more like groping and squeezing. She felt like she was being the professor's little sex toy, and that was actually close to the truth. Professor Stein used one hand to pull open a cheek, to be greeted with the sight of the girl's puckered rose bud. Bree could feel what he was doing and, no longer acting, she covered her face with her hands and exclaimed, "Oh professor, don't look at me there. That's so embarrassing!" He would not, however, be denied, not at this point. He brought the fingers of his other hand to the opened crack and softly slid the tips of his fingers down, down along the crack, tickling her as he went, until he reached the pretty brown hole. "No, no, professor, please, please don't touch me there. That's so naughty." Bree was feeling quite bewildered. But, unfortunately for her, her expressions of shame and mortification made it all the more enticing for the professor. She was protesting, but she wasn't leaving, and the fact that she found his touching to be so naughty made it all the more special, more appealing to the professor. An innocent girl finding it dirty to have her anus tickled was so very sweet, so fetching. He continued to caress, fondle, and explore her anus with his fingers, as the girl squirmed in a most delectable fashion on his lap, movements which provided further visual titillation, as well as further physical stimulation, to his erection. He knew he was pushing this too far, much too far, but he was also getting close, very close, to the end, the end for him. Bree could feel the man's erection against her abdomen. She slid herself more firmly against him. If she could perhaps get him finished this way it would end before anything really bad happened. Professor Stein could tell that despite her protestations the girl was enjoying what he was doing, as she was now quite obviously squirming against his cock, trying to give him as much pleasure as he was giving her. He considered inserting a finger down into her poop canal. He would really enjoy doing that. No girl had ever let him do that before, even the ones who had been willing to have sex with him. It was difficult to believe though that this pretty minx would allow it. But, perhaps if she was a bit more aroused. He shifted the position of her body on his lap to offer better access, and then slid his fingers to that very sweet hairless honey pot. Bree could tell what he was up to. It was rather obvious, and her position in his lap was now grossly obscene. Her face deeply reddened, in part because her head was hanging down so low, but more so with respect to what was now poking up so high. She was no longer lying across his lap for a spanking. She was now positioned so that her cunt was the central focus of his vision, his attention, his prurient pleasure, like a dessert to be eaten. "Oh Mr. Stein," she gasped, and then "Oh my!" as she felt his fingers exploring, and then quickly fingering, her cunnie. Professor Stein was not one for foreplay. It was understandable. It's not like he could chance keeping his door shut for too long. Colleagues would eventually arrive, and they would not wait for him to open the door. They would simply knock and enter. Why would Professor Stein need any privacy? She was so tight, actually extraordinarily tight, but also so wet, so squishy. His finger was never ensconced in a more delightful hole. And, he could tell that she was liking it too. She was squirming and wiggling so much, like she was on fire with arousal, rubbing and grinding against his cock. He began to softly, slowly, finger her, sliding his finger in and out the narrow, gripping canal. Bree was mortified. The professor was now fingering her! No boy had even done that before, and yet now she was submitting herself to this man, this much, much older man, sticking his thick fat finger right up her very special private spot. She glanced back at the door, as best she could with herself turned upside down. What if someone came in now? What would her parents think if she got caught doing something like this? She knew her parents would be so ashamed if they found out. But, still, they also wouldn't understand how important it was to be a Delta Nu, and how useful the skills she was learning would be for her growth as a woman, for her success in college, and throughout her life. She was learning now how to be a good student, how to improve her grades. They should at least understand that. Pleasing professors was a skill of considerable value and importance, and she would not let her ambivalence, her doubts, cloud her judgment. "Oh my, Professor Stein, your finger feels so good in me. "Doodle me with your finger, won't you please, please, please!" He smiled with pleasure, and pride. What man would not feel proud to give such intense pleasure to a girl. Her cunt felt so hot, so wet, and his dick felt so good as she ground her thighs against him. He so much wanted to reach under her body to grasp his cock, to release it from his pants. Perhaps she would be willing to do that? Could he actually ask her to? Bree squirmed and twisted her cunnie on his finger, providing him with quite an obscene display. She even began to openly thrust her cunt against his finger, as if she was trying to fuck herself with it, humping his finger in his lap as if it was his cock she was fucking, at the same time humping the actual cock in his pants. SPLURSSSSHHHH! It was a pussy fart, no doubt from all of the air being pumped into Bree's pussy intermingling with all the moisture he, and she, were generating.. "Oh my gosh!" Bree exclaimed, sincerely very embarrassed. "I'm so sorry!" That had happened only a couple of times when she was masturbating herself, and even then it was mortifying. She would instantly stop, wondering if perhaps her parents had heard it through her bedroom door and, if they had, would they know it was a pussy fart rather than a butt fart. It sure sounded sloppier and wetter than any butt fart. But, it was not embarrassing to Professor Stein. On the contrary, the obscene gesture put him over the edge. "Oh my," he gushed, feeling the sudden surge in his loins and a wave of primitive, base pleasure sweep through his old, tired body as a quite different gush exploded from his cock, followed by further eruptions of warm, wet, sticky cum spewing from his dick into his boxers. He had never cum in his pants before, not even as a boy. A part of him was rather flustered and distraught, as his boxers and slacks became filled and soaked with globs of his sticky gism, but the wetting of the pants was also accompanied by such intense waves of satisfying pleasure that he could probably have enjoyed cumming anywhere, even on his own face. At this point, it didn't really matter where he did it, just that he was now doing it and it felt so, so good, feeling the spasmodic pulsations of his orgasm course through him as he continued to finger fuck the pretty adolescent student's cunt, poking up at him so obscenely, still making all sorts of squishy, slurping noises. However, when he was done the discomfort, and the embarrassment, fully dominated his thoughts. Now that the arousal and orgasmic relief were in fact gone he was left only with the fact that his pants were full of cum, and that he had a lecture to give shortly. "Yes, yes, well, I think that's enough," he said, releasing his finger from her cunt, pulling her skirt back down into place, and gently but firmly pushing her off his lap. "Yes, well, of course, yes, I think you should probably get onto your next class." Bree did not understand the sudden change of events. Her first reaction was concern, concern that he suddenly had a change of heart and was ending this before it had reached the necessary conclusion. What could she do to get him interested again? Would she actually have to touch his thing, pull it out of his pants? She really didn't want to do that, although she knew she would, should, do what was in fact necessary. But, as soon as she climbed off his lap, which was rather difficult, given her clumsy position and agitated state, she saw that the happy ending had indeed occurred. There was a very big wet stain on the front of his trousers. She was so relieved, and she hadn't even had to use her hand, nor did she even have to get any of his stuff on her. She put a hand to her mouth, pointed at it, and exclaimed with feigned shock, "Oh my goodness, professor, you had an accident!" He was looking down as well, and with her shocked declaration he tried to hide the obvious damage to his clothing with his hands. "Yes, well, um. Actually, I think that was from you," he replied, pointing at her skirt. It was a very feeble effort at distraction and denial. Bree looked down at her skirt and saw what he was pointing at. There was a very clear and obvious wet stain on her skirt as well. She had been releasing quite a bit of moisture. The pussy fart had certainly suggested that. But, when she bent over and lifted up her skirt, giving him a very nice look at her hairless split peach, now glistening with moisture, she sniffed at the wetness. She had no experience with men, or boys, cumming on her skirt, but it wasn't hard to figure out. ""Eeeeeeuuuuwwww, Mr. Stein, no, that's your stuff." She held the skirt out for him to sniff as well. "Would you like to see for yourself?" It would be more like smell for yourself, and no, he didn't want to. He didn't have to. He knew it was his cum. He shook his head. "Professor Stein," Bree complained, "You got my skirt all wet with your man juice!" It was true. He couldn't deny it. "Yes, well, let me help you clean it up." She backed away from him. "You can't get something like this out with just a handkerchief. Oh my goodness, what will my mother say! How will I explain it to her? I know I needed a spanking but you didn't have to squirt your man juice all over my skirt! How will I explain all of this to mummy?" Professor Stein's discomfort now became emotional, as well as physical. "Oh no, no, you don't have to tell her anything! Please, let's just keep this between the two of us." He could see his career disappearing before his eyes. "But, I have to go to class now. My friends will all see it. Everyone will all see it. What will I say? That Professor Stein squirted his stuff all over my skirt while he was spanking me and fingering me?" "No, no, I don't think that's a good idea." He didn't know what to say, how to get out of this. "Well, I have to go. I don't know what to do." She picked up her panties and scampered to the door. "Oh, I feel so embarrassed, so used, so humiliated." She did feel that way, at least a bit, but not nearly as much as she was suggesting. She was also feeling very proud of herself. Perhaps she did indeed have the right stuff to be a Delta Nu. A part of her was really quite proud. She hadn't known for sure that she could do such a thing. That she could get a professor to ejaculate his penis. How could she have known? But, apparently it had just come natural to her. She was so pleased that she had achieved this most difficult step. "Please, Bree, wait, let's talk about this. I'm sure we can work something out. I'm sure we can fix this so that nobody will know. Nobody really has to know." Bree opened the office door, at least partially, letting the professor know that there was really no time or place for further discussion, as well as ensuring that Nancy and Candy would hear the rest of their conversation. "Well, sir, could you at least fix my grade for me?" "Fix your grade?" "Yes sir. I mean, I wouldn't feel so bad about this if I got a better grade or something." He didn't hesitate. "An 'A.' How about an 'A.'" Five Steps to Delta Nu "For my final grade? Not just for the test?" He hesitated only a moment. "No problem. For the final grade, as long as this is just between the two of us." She smiled gaily at him. "Oh Professor Stein, you're so sweet!" She puckered her lips and gave him a kiss from across the room. "Absolutely. I won't tell anyone," and dashed out the door. As soon as she left and closed the door he breathed a deep sigh of relief. That had been so close. He was really very fortunate and he vowed to be more careful in the future. He turned to his class role and realized that he hadn't actually gotten her full name, only her first name. There were in fact two students with the first name of Bree. He made a note that both would get a final 'A' grade. Candy and Nancy greeted Bree's arrival with proud smiles. They heard the spanking through the door, they heard his agreement to provide an A, and one look at Bree's skirt revealed that she had indeed accomplished her mission. "Very good job, Bree," Nancy said with evident sincerity. Candy even gave her a hug. "Oh I'm so proud of you, Bree," she said, squeezing her breasts into Bree's. Whatever feelings of confusion and embarrassment Bree had been experiencing turned fully to pride. It was so nice to hear the accolades, the endorsements, of her (hopefully) future sisters. It washed away all feelings of ambivalence and uncertainty. She just smiled, a smile of relief and pride. She was becoming a woman, a Delta Nu woman. Making New Friends Bree, Nancy, and Candy returned to Templeton the following week for her next trial. It was again a task for which anonymity was a virtue. They proceeded to the Templeton campus library. They were again wearing the Templeton uniforms but Bree was allowed this time to wear a more demure white blouse and brassiere. She was quite grateful for that, although she did choose to wear a pink brassiere. The uniform should have some amount of splash. The Templeton library was three stories tall, and very spacious. Nancy gave the first floor some consideration. The main floor was actually quite deserted, more so than one might have expected. So many students now worked online in the comfort of their homes and dorms, although it could also be that few Templeton students were ever really that studious. But, more importantly, Nancy was looking for something in particular, or at least someone in particular. She felt the boy working behind the reference desk was a suitable target. The three of them were certainly attracting his eye, but it also appeared to be the case that he wasn't really alone. Some girl kept appearing and disappearing, apparently looking for some reference material beneath the counter. They went to the second floor, and it wasn't too long before they found a likely candidate. There was one boy, a rather thin, bookish nerdy-looking boy, studiously studying an opened book, sitting quite alone at a back corner table, facing a series of book stacks. It wasn't that he was unattractive or anything. But, he was rather short and wimpy, with dark-framed glasses that kept slipping down his nose. He was not up to Delta Nu standards by any means, but that was precisely why he was an excellent choice for this exercise. "Alright," Nancy whispered. "This is your next assignment. Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to demonstrate your ability, your skills, in making new friends. A Delta Nu girl wins friends easily. Your task here is to jerk off this young man, all the way to cumming, right where he sits." Candy grinned, recalling her comparable trial when she was a pledge. She had been assigned a guy at a coffee shop. Bree gasped. "You're kidding!" she exclaimed. "Right here in the library?" "Shhhh," Nancy admonished. "Don't make it any harder on yourself by drawing attention, although it is rather obvious that pretty much all the boys in here are already curious, if not interested." A Delta Nu girl always turned boys' heads when she entered a room although, in this case, the boy of Bree's mission hadn't taken his eyes off his book. That was in part why he would be such a good test of Bree's capabilities as a Delta Nu girl. Bree was stunned. She would actually have to masturbate a boy, all the way to ejaculation? She had already done so with Professor Stein, but that had been more of a passive masturbation. She hadn't actually had to use her hand on him, to actually touch him, down there. And, now, even worse, it would be in public. Do people really do these things? She again wondered if Nancy was simply joking, playing a trick on her, just to see how she would react. "Okay, sure, no problem," she replied, as if she jerked off boys in libraries all the time. "Yes, and to add a level of difficulty to your task," if that was actually necessary, "You have to have him cum in your panties." Bree blushed. Oh my goodness! This was much worse than with the professor. "Well, how do I do that?" It sounded not only disgusting but also rather difficult, to say the least. Nancy did not like her reaction, and Candy looked with some surprise as well at Bree. Frankly, this had been an easier task for Candy than with the professor, except for the risk of getting caught. It wasn't at all difficult to jerk off a boy onto your panties. What was so difficult about that? In fact, she found it rather fun. The only challenge was not getting caught. In any case, she was surprised that a Delta Nu pledge would appear confused as to how to get the job done. This was not a good sign. Bree could see the doubt and concern in their eyes. She had made an egregious slip, implying that such an experience was foreign to her. She wondered if she should perhaps spill her guts, confess that she hadn't even yet masturbated a boy, let alone have him do it on her panties. Candy though patted her on the shoulder and said, "You can do it, Bree. We're here to support you, and to help if anything goes wrong." That wasn't terribly reassuring. "What could go wrong?" "Well," Nancy explained, "Of course, he might simply be offended and complain to the librarian, or someone might see you and you could get into some sort of trouble." It wasn't at all clear how they could in fact help her if anything like that happened. "Would I still be a Delta Nu?" Sadly, she knew the answer to that. Nancy shook her head. Bree's heart began to pound. Getting into some sort of trouble was bad enough, but not becoming a Delta Nu? She took a deep breath and strode across the library to where the boy was sitting, her legs feeling a little wobbly and weak. On the way she grabbed a book randomly from the shelf, as well as removed her tie and undid a couple of buttons on her blouse. Her face reddened as it felt like, and might look like, that she was undressing as she walked across the library floor. As she approached she appreciated how similar the boy was, in many respects, to an old friend of hers, George Johnson. George had in fact been a very dear and close friend. He was also a rather geeky guy, but still really very nice and sweet. Actually, the kind of guy more suitable to her before she blossomed. It might help to think of him as if he was in fact George, thereby minimizing the sense that this was a complete stranger, although doing that stirred up other confusing and troubling feelings. She walked up to him, leaned over to provide as much view as she could down her cleavage, and whispered in her most feminine and sweetest of voice, the one she had practiced all summer, "Is this seat taken?" Joseph Jamerson looked up to see a pink lacy brassiere peeking out from within a rather wide open cleavage and his nostrils breathed in deeply a very lovely fragrance. Bree was wearing a most enticing perfume, as she now always did. He was momentarily confused, or distracted, and then tore his eyes away from the rather immodest display of feminine undergarment, to look the girl in the eyes, and they were such pretty eyes, so large, so round, and looking at him so prettily, so lovingly. "No, no, no," he stammered. He felt terribly flustered. Why would such a pretty girl as this want to take a seat next to him? There were so many open seats available elsewhere in the library. In fact, two other, equally attractive girls, were now sitting down just two tables away. Why sit here? But, he obviously couldn't ask her that. He didn't want to be unfriendly, and it was certainly not his place to question the decisions, the choices, of a girl as pretty as this. "No, no, nobody's using it." "Oh thank you so much," Bree gaily replied, pulling out the chair next to him and plopping herself down into it, as well as sliding it over so that she was sitting closer to him. "I just hate studying by myself, don't you?" Actually, he enjoyed studying by himself. Well, that wasn't entirely true. He often looked with jealousy at the tables of the more popular guys. They were always with friends, having fun. But, on the whole, he did prefer to study alone. Conversation interfered with learning. It would be fine though if she remained quiet, and there was no reason she wouldn't. "Uh, yeah, sure," he replied, returning his attention to his book. However, the scent of her perfume was still quite distracting, albeit not an unpleasant distraction by any means. He did like to burn incense when he studied in the dorm, and this was so much better than incense. Bree read his body language but chose to ignore it. "What's your major?" "Biology," he replied, not raising his eyes from the book. Bree cursed to herself. 'What a very stupid, opening line.' She leaned into him and asked, "Watcha reading?" Joseph didn't take his eyes away from the page and replied curtly, "French." She recalled an episode of Falcon Beach. "Really?! You speak French? It's such a romantic language, don't you think?" "Uh, yeah, well, um, I just started, it's my first semester of French. I got three to go after this." "Say something for me in French. Please?" She turned to him, placed her left hand on his thigh, pressed her breast into his arm, and said in her most childishly plaintive voice, "Won't you please?" She knew from Gossip Girl that pressing your breast into the arm of a boy is a good way to arouse his interest. He could tell that this was not going to be a silent table partner. He was enjoying her perfume, and the feel of that breast on his arm was rather nice, as well as the hand on his thigh. In fact, that was pretty much as far as he had ever gotten with a girl, other than the dances in elementary school where the teachers forced the girls to dance with you. A girl's hand on his thigh was pretty nice, but her sweet scent and soft touch would not outweigh the cost of her distraction. He turned his face to her and politely replied "I really know very little at the moment." "Oh, but just say something. I don't care what it is. I just think French sounds so lovely." He felt it was rather fitting that this girl cared more for the sound than the content of what was said. 'Décolletage,' is what was on his mind, but he said instead, "Um, well, tais-toi?" "What was that?" "Be quiet," he replied. "Oh, very funny." She pretended that he was just being playful. She leaned in closer, pressing her breast against him even harder, although glancing around to see if she was attracting any attention. The only persons looking at them at this point were Nancy and Candy, sitting two tables over on their left. She actually couldn't really see though much of the library, as they were facing a stack of books with their backs toward the bulk of the library. Bree recognized that this would certainly help later in her assignment. "Say something longer." "Well, let's see, um, poo-vay voo meh-day? That means, 'Can you help me.'" "Ooooh," she cooed, pretending to adore the sound of his voice. She was so glad that she had practiced flirting over the summer. She squeezed his thigh with her hand and asked, "How could I help you?" He knew full well how she could help him, but he should obviously keep that to himself. He smiled. "I didn't really mean that." "Tell me something more, something romantic." He whispered, "Je t'aime. I love you." He normally would have had considerable difficulty saying such a thing, but when it had no actual meaning it wasn't so hard. Bree smiled broadly and slid her chair even closer, brushing her nipple against his arm so that he could not fail to notice it. Her heart raced with her brazen behavior. She whispered back, "I bet you say that to all the girls." It was another cliche, and a very silly one at that, but she was clearly just shooting from the hip. That did make him blush. He had not in fact ever said that to any girl, at least not since he was in junior high. He looked away in self-consciousness and replied, "No, no, not really." He knew of course that she was simply being playful and teasing, but he had to admit that he did indeed enjoy her flirtation, as well as the feel of her nipple against his arm. It was a rather new experience for him and one that clearly had its appeal. "Oh I would think that any boy who could speak French would have lots of girlfriends." "Well, I don't really know it that well yet." Bree was feeling very good about how this was going. Perhaps it would not be so difficult after all. Flirtation is not that difficult if one isn't really interested in the guy, romantically that is. There is no emotional vulnerability. And, he was a nice boy, very much like Georgie. "How do you say, 'What is your name?'" That wasn't so easy for Joseph. He had to think about it for a bit. "Um, well, I think, it's Kom-mohn voo-za-peh-lay voo." "Good! My name is Bree, and kom-moon voo-za-pay-lee voo?" She didn't do it quite right, but it was close enough. "Joseph, my name is Joseph, Joseph Jamerson." She snuggled up against him, as best she could while still sitting in her own seat. In addition, she moved her hand down into his inner thigh and slid it up further, essentially resting, or more like holding, perhaps even fondling him, just below his crotch, which was now beginning to respond. She could feel her heart pounding. She had never placed her hand so close to a guy's thing before. "That's a very manly name, Joseph. I like it." "Yea, well, uh, thanks." Joseph was now terribly confused. She was coming on to him like some sort of working girl, not that he had ever had such an encounter before. He had seen prostitutes in movies of course and he figured this would be how they would come on to you. But, he wouldn't think a prostitute would be working the campus library. Plus, she was wearing the Templeton uniform, although that wasn't really informative. If a hooker wanted to blend in on campus she would have to be wearing the uniform. Yea, she must be some sort of hooker or something. Why else would she be coming on so strong? He glanced over his shoulder, wondering if anyone else noticed her. He also wondered when she would get around to the price, and if he could in fact afford her. His heart raced at that thought. Would he actually go through with it? What if she had some sort of disease or something? But, man, she was so pretty. Even if he didn't, he would certainly have a story to tell his friends in the computer club. He would probably leave out the fact though that his dick was growing so rapidly in his slacks just at the thought of such an adventure. He couldn't believe where this girl was resting her hand! Bree though removed her hand from his thigh, much to his disappointment. Perhaps she had finally realized where she had put it, and what that implied. Well, it had been fun while it lasted. Bree removed her hand from his thigh so that she could use it to leaf through his book. "Let's find some other cute things for you to say." "Hey!" Joseph complained, but leaned back to give her room, as she was crowding in rather closely. Bree though soon discovered that the textbook wasn't really organized that well for fun phrases. "Oh pooh! I can't find it," she complained, as she turned page after page of boring discussions of grammar and sentence structure. Joseph asked, "What are you looking for?" She turned her face to his and smiled, her eyes now just inches away from his own, her pretty lashes fluttering. She didn't answer him though. Instead, she pulled away, picked up his pencil, and wrote something on his notepad. "Here, say this in French to me." The girl in Falcon Beach had actually said it out loud, but Bree couldn't bring herself to do that. Joseph took the pad from her hand and read, to himself, 'I think you have very nice breasts.' His dick had been softening but the blood now rushed back in, as well as to his face. "Oh, I don't think I know how to say that." She asked, with an exaggerated pout, "You don't think they're nice, Joey?" She leaned back so that he could have a good look, her face turning red as she displayed her breasts to him. He looked around at the book stacks before him. There was nobody there. He glanced behind him. Nobody was looking at them back there either, but the two girls, two tables over, seemed to be sneaking glances. He turned his eyes to Bree's breasts, felt very uncomfortable doing so, and so quickly looked away. "Yea, yea, they're nice, it's just that I don't know how to say it." "If you know the word in French, I'll let you touch them." Her heart fluttered with her boldness, but it was very clear that such boldness would be a quality, a strength, of a Delta Nu girl. She joined Delta Nu precisely for the purpose of becoming such a woman, a new woman. In any case, how else would you get a boy to let you play with his penis? That was an offer he could not refuse and, indeed, he did know a good word for them: "Doudounes," he quickly replied. She slowly swung her shoulders back and forth, waving her breasts before his eyes, as if he needed any more encouragement to notice them. "Doudounes," she echoed, "I kind of like that." She then smiled sweetly, "Well, Joseph, go ahead and feel my doudounes." He quickly glanced around again. This time the girls sitting nearby seemed to be looking at something in a book, and nobody else was paying them any attention. With her back to everyone but the two girls, he could do it without anyone noticing, unless someone else came up behind the two girls or around the stacks in front of them. Bree added, noticing his hesitancy, "If you want, that is. I don't want you to do something you don't want to do." He wondered if she might in fact take a check. Did prostitutes take checks? He doubted it. Well, she wasn't charging anything for this and he surely did want to touch them. What boy wouldn't take this offer? He quickly reached out and grabbed one with his right hand, and rather roughly at that. Bree jerked back at the sudden assault on her breast. She had invited him, but it was still rather shocking. His first tit! He couldn't believe it, and boy did it feel cool. It was so big, so soft, so squishy. His cock swelled to full glory in his slacks. His stiffening dick in fact felt a bit uncomfortable, as it was kind of tangled up. He considered reaching down with his left hand to fix it, but he didn't want to embarrass the girl or, more accurately, himself. Bree quickly raised up her book to do her best to hide the fact from Nancy and Candy that her boob was being so crudely groped and mauled. It was awkward enough to be letting him do this. She didn't really want them to see him doing it. She glanced in their direction and saw the bemused smiles on their faces. Her face turned red, and then even redder when she realized that the girls, and Joseph, could see her embarrassment.