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The Donor Room

By: Trimpostinger



You know that question you always ask kids, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" Well, I always had the answer ready since I was four: Doctor.

At first it was because I was a child and every boy wants to be a baseball player, a fireman, or a doctor. I chose doctor. All of the emergency room shows and specials on Discovery helped secure that profession as something very interesting. Plus, every doctor I knew was very rich.

As I got older, the childhood fantasy continued to guide me. When I had to pick electives in high school, I had no better choices than biology, anatomy, chemistry, and other natural sciences. I went to the local college, and majored in pre-med because nothing else really jumped out at me.

But once I got into my Junior year, the classes really started to kick my ass. It was clear to me quickly that I was not going to be able to survive these classes to say nothing about how I was going to pass an entrance exam into Med School.

So what do you do? I did the only thing I could think of. I transferred into nursing. I still really liked the idea of working in a hospital and helping people, and there were plenty of technician jobs and surgeon assistants that did almost everything a doctor did. Plus, the guy to girl ratio in nursing is awesome.

At my college there were plenty of potential "Hot Nurses" and come Halloween, several of them donned the risqué-cliché outfit to rave reviews. I joined the exclusive group of females with little problem. I am not a big guy, about 5'7'' 160lbs. My name is William, but I go by Will. Those who like to point out my diminutive stature call me Billy. Most of the girls I go to class with have boyfriends who call me Billy.

My study groups are great until the boyfriends show up. The girls are all smart and beautiful, and they attract the big strong basketball and football players. I don't know the mentality of a bully because I never was one, but I guess they feel they need to humiliate me in front of their women to make sure I never become a threat. I don't get as many male nurse jokes when I'm with the girls, obviously, but if I run into any of them in the dorms or cafeteria they usually crack a joke and shove me into wall.

It is frustrating because I know I am probably in better shape than they are. I run all the time. I do push ups and sit-ups until I'm bored. I actually have to wear a backpack with books in it for push-ups and hold a book or two behind my head to do crunches. I don't dare go into the weight room with all the jocks. That's just asking to get beat up. I bet the list of sports I could beat these guys at (tennis, racquetball, volleyball, bowling, etc..) is longer than the one or two they could beat me at.

It is also frustrating to see that the jokes they make at my expense do have an impact on how my classmates view me. I have been so neutered by the jocks that my classmates treat me like one of the girls, often asking my opinion of the latest pop star or what I think of a Hollywood hunk. I didn't have a problem with girls in high school, but I guess that was because I had a 16-year-old's body. The problem in college was that I still had a 16-year-old's body.

I didn't quit, though. In fact, I found I really liked nursing. There was a hospital at our university and I got a part time job in the lab at the fertility clinic. It was a bit odd handling seamen samples at first, but after a while, fluid becomes fluid. We analyzed blood and urine too, and I was surrounded by professionals who had already heard all the jokes, so it was easy to take it seriously.

They also really liked me because they now had an easy choice for who should bring guys to the donor room. There was a 60-something nurse who had worked there before I started that had always taken the guys to the donor room. There are instruction you have to give like "Use the alcohol swap to clean the genitals" and "You need to let us know if it is a complete sample" and "We can't have any saliva in the sample" and "The visual aids are in this drawer."

I can see how the younger women in the lab could have a hard time telling these things to a guy. Me, I could fool around with the guys as I told them what they had to do. They were either very nervous about it, or they looked like they wanted to crack a joke. If they had to get instructions on how to jerk off from an attractive female it would either make them more nervous or they would say something regrettable. With me, it made everything a lot easier.

I also got a lot of different feedback from the guys than what they would likely give to a woman. I've never had to do it, but I imagine if it was a woman picking up your sample you would hand her the brown paper bag without saying a word and walk out of the clinic. With me, I always got the same response when I picked up the sample. "Dude, you got to get some better porn in there. That stuff is nasty!"

Eventually I went to find out what they were talking about. They were right. There were two magazines, and they were both from the 80's and filled with sticky pages. We had VHS tapes that were fuzzy and beaten up. No DVDs, no mags less than 20 years old.

It took me a while to have the courage to bring it up at one of our weekly lab meetings, as I was the only guy in the lab, and I didn't know what girls thought of that kind of thing. I thought they probably knew about it and kept the material crappy on purpose just to mess with the guys. But when I finally did bring it up, everyone gave me blank stares.

"Helga always took care of that," one of the older techs said. Helga was the old woman who had recently retired. That made sense. She probably picked them up when she started and never updated them.

"What do we do about it?" another asked. They looked around at each other. I could tell they didn't know the first thing about picking up porn.

"Give me $100 and I will get what you need," I volunteered.

"One hundred dollars!"

"This clinic just spent tens of thousands of dollars to update all of the recovery chairs because they were five years old. If you are going to spend that kind of money to make sure the women are comfortable, I think you can spend a fraction of that to accommodate the guys."

I didn't need to say anymore. The head tech went to go talk to one of the doctors (a guy), who then went to look at the visual aids, and I had $100 in cash five minutes later.

I actually didn't know that much about picking up porn either. With the internet, who needs to buy it anymore? I stopped into my local video store and made my way to the back room. Sure enough, half the titles were on sale for cheap. Ten dollars later I had five good DVDs. I also stopped at Wal-mart and picked up a cheap DVD player. I thought I should probably take the DVDs back to my dorm room to make sure they worked. I didn't want to deliver faulty media. I hoped my roommate would be at his study group again tonight.

With this on my mind, I made my last stop at the liquor store right next to campus. I had just turned 21, so I had been there several times already, and I knew they had a good collection of magazines. I walked inside and didn't even bother looking in the main part of the store because what I wanted was behind the counter. "Can I have Playboy, Hustler, Perfect 10, and Barely Legal," I said, probably a bit too loudly.

"Will?" I heard a familiar female voice say from behind me.

I froze. I am such an idiot. There was a liquor store on the other side of town where I knew I wouldn't run into anyone.

"Will is that you?"

I knew the voice before I turned around. It was Susan, a blonde bombshell that was probably the hottest one of my classmates. She had a picture perfect face with a swimsuit model's body. She was my height and every guy's wet dream. I had only one wish as I turned to look at her: Please be alone.

"Billy!" She wasn't.

Greg, the 6'4'' quarterback of the college's football team, who could probably throw me 50 yards, was with her. "I didn't know you could drink yet? Shouldn't they give you a couple years? Beer is a big step from breast milk."

"Greg, knock it off."

While I knew I was probably never going to score with any of my hot classmates, at least they didn't make fun of me too. I was also holding my breath because I would have expected a porn comment by now. Could it be possible that they didn't know why I was here? Maybe they didn't hear what I had asked the cashier for?

"Here are your magazines, kid. That'll be sixteen dollars." The cashier plunked down the plastic wrapped evidence on the counter.

"Woaho!" Greg cried. "Score!" I didn't even try to stop him from grabbing them off the counter. I didn't think he would go so far as to rip the plastic off them, and he didn't. "Nice selection. Suz, your buddy has some good taste."

I was looking only at Susan with a desperate look on my face. "I need them for work," I said. Her expression was unreadable. Was it shock? Disgust? Indifference?

"Where do you work?" Greg started sarcastically. "A sperm bank?"

"Not exactly," I started.

Susan shook her head. "Forget it. Greg, give them back and let's go."

The magazines hit me in the face and after I picked them up off the floor, the two of them were walking out the door with their beer. "Susan, I can explain," I started after her.

"Hey, kid!" the cashier stopped me. "You still need to pay for those."

I stood there halfway to the door and watched through the glass door as Greg got in his car. He was still laughing and making jokes when Susan got in the passenger seat and they drove off. I slinked back to the counter, paid for my magazines, and left the store.

My life was pretty much over now. The girls in my class would no longer speak to me or invite me to their study groups. But worse would be the guys. It's not like they didn't already have enough to tease me about. And it's not like they didn't all have porn hidden in their rooms. But they would ride this like there was no tomorrow.

I was too depressed to even take the porn back to my room to look at it. I just took everything straight to the clinic. It was after hours now, so there was no one there, but I had a key. I hooked up the DVD in the donor room and replaced the magazines and videos. I threw the old ones in the trash in a back room and left.

***

The next day I was bracing for the worst. I didn't have very many classes, and I filled my free time in the lab at the clinic. I did have one class with the other girls at the end of the day, and I grudgingly marched off to it, taking paths so that I would avoid the gym or any other place the jocks might be hiding in ambush.

I got to class late, and only got a few looks as I shuffled to the back. It was a lecture class, so there wasn't much interaction between students. Susan was sitting up front and kept looking back at me through out class with a grin on her face. Did she think this was funny?

After class I saw that she hung back a bit from the other girls who were getting ready to go to dinner. I figured she wanted to talk about it, which was fine with me because I needed to clear my name.

"Look, Susan," I said, once everyone else was out of ear shot, "I can explain. I really did need those-"

"It's okay," she smiled, interrupting me and putting her hand on my shoulder. I felt my knees go week at her touch. Other than bumping elbows at a crowded library table, I never really got to touch my classmates. Her look was intoxicating too. Her smile could calm a raging bull. She wore a pink fuzzy sweater over a white T-shirt and jeans. It did nothing for her body which just made me focus more on her face.

"What's okay?" I replied.

"I understand. You are surrounded by females who constantly see you beat upon by bigger more dominate males. It only makes sense for you need to express yourself in your fantasies to maintain your ego. It's completely natural."

"Are you a psych major too?" I asked.

She laughed and my knees became weaker. "My roommate is. We talked about it last night. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone else."

"But Greg . . ."

She shook her head. "He probably doesn't even remember. Hell, he's got so much porn in his room that people are always coming over to borrow it. If anything, he probably thinks more of you now. He just made fun of you because I was there and he needed to bolster himself in my eyes as the dominant male."

"More psych?"

"That's simple biology," she chuckled.

I nodded thinking about bucks and peacocks and all the other animals that strutted around females in the animal kingdom. "No," I shook my head. How was I accepting all this logic and psychology from here when that's not what I wanted to say? Yes, it was good that my reputation was in tact, but I still didn't feel justice had been done. "That's not why I got the mags. I actually do need them for work."

"Every guy, when he is caught masturbating for the first time, lies about it," she replied. "It doesn't matter how ridiculous the lie is, they will stick to it at all costs." She now put her other hand on my shoulder and looked me straight in the eyes. "It's o-kay," she said, stressing each syllable.

I smiled back at her. "Come with me."

"What?"

I grabbed her wrist and tugged. "Come with me." I nearly pulled her to the ground and she lost her balance. "Sorry. You need to come with me."

"We have to go to dinner," she argued, regaining her balance. I still held her hand.

"Forget that. If we're late, I'll buy you dinner."

"Okay," she agreed to the date rather quickly for someone with a boyfriend. Greg was probably a lousy boyfriend. All his money (what little he had without a job) probably went to beer. She probably didn't get to go to nice restaurants very often.

I grabbed her books for her and put them in my back pack and led her out of the room. "I can walk on my own," she said, tugging back gently on the grip I had on her wrist. I let go. "You are a lot stronger than you look."

"Thanks," I said. "I work out. Just because I'm not over six feet tall and 200 pounds doesn't mean I'm not in shape."

"True," She admitted. She lagged a bit behind me as we briskly walked through the empty halls of the classroom building and I caught her checking out my butt. This night was definitely looking up.

I guess she liked what she saw (why wouldn't she) for she caught back up and grabbed my elbow. "So, where are we going? Back to your place to see some porn?"

"We are going to where I work?" I said, sticking to my "lie."

"To see some porn?"

"Yes," I replied. She giggled.

My dick was starting to stir as the bouncing blonde clung to my arm and laughed. I could also tell she was feeling up my arm and I flexed for her. What I lacked in size, I made up for in definition, and I hoped she could feel that through my long sleeve shirt.

I was worried that someone might see us walking out of the building, but the days were shorter, and already at 6 it was getting dark. Besides, everyone was at dinner right now. I wanted to ask where Greg was, but I was worried that bringing up his name right now would give her second thoughts. Though, I couldn't believe she wasn't considering him in all this.

However, if I was going to believe that Greg was a bad boyfriend, he probably assumed her availability on the weekends and ignored her during the week. This being Thursday, he was probably at practice or something. Playoffs were coming up.

It was five minute walk over to the hospital where we spent a lot of time in lab and where most of the nursing students had part time jobs. I didn't think Susan worked. I think her parents had money.

Susan didn't say anything on the walk and I really wanted to know what she was thinking. Did she think this was a date? Did she want to catch me in a lie? Was she curious what kind of job required porn? Did she just want to see porn? I had no idea.

The entrance from campus went straight to the labs. The public entrance was on the other side of the building. Most of the labs were dark right now, but a few people stayed late. The clinic was in between the labs and the public portion of the hospital as it serviced both.

"So which one is yours?" Susan asked as we walked past lab after lab. I didn't answer her, wanting her to try and guess which lab needed porn.

We climbed a flight of stairs and made a few more turns down to an area I doubted if she had been in before. At the end of the doorway I was slowed by a locked door. "You don't need to go through with this," she said, doubt creeping into her voice as she watched me momentarily struggle with a locked door. Would I stick to my lie and claim that I couldn't prove it because it was too late in the day and the door was locked?

"Trust me," I said as I reached into my pocket and pulled out a key. It fit the lock and the door opened. Susan followed me through the door, her hand seeking out mine. It had been a couple of minutes since we had seen anyone. If this was a lie, it was pretty elaborate, and she was ready for anything. I could tell she felt a tingle of fear. We weren't anywhere we shouldn't be, at least, no one would stop us if they saw us. Students worked in all areas of the hospital, but Susan still wasn't so sure that I did.

We came to my lab entrance after another minute and that door was locked too. The lab closes early and only sees patients up to 4pm. All the student's work needs to be supervised by professional lab techs and they all leave at 5. I had a key for this door too and opened it quietly, trying to play into her excitement that we weren't supposed to be there, which was probably true.

She was likely too nervous looking around to read the lettering on the lab door, or else she would know we were in a fertility lab. I flipped on a few lights and walked to the middle of the room with my hands up and gesturing. "This is my lab," I said.

Susan wasn't impressed. She had seen labs before, and while this one was a bit bigger than the ones we passed, she still wasn't making the connection. "Where's the porn?"

"Ah," I said, raising a finger as if I had forgotten why we were there, "let me show you." I walked over to a test tube I had worked with earlier that day that I hadn't disposed of yet. I hoped it would still be good as I took a sample and put it on a slide. I turned on the microscope and had a look. I stood back and motioned to the scope.

She shrugged her shoulders and walked over to have a look. I got a mixed response.

"Ewwww- Ohhhhhh," initial revulsion was replaced by understanding. "You collect cum shots."

"That's one way of saying it," I replied. As I said, everyone I work with is very professional and they would never call it that. You can use the words "sample" and "sperm" to cover everything you need.

"That is very convenient," Susan said, stepping away from the microscope.

"What do you mean?" I asked as I disposed of the slide and turned off the scope.

"It allows you to get porn and then use you job as an excuse."

I sighed. She laughed. "What? This is a nice lab, but I am missing dinner to see some porn, and I don't see any. Don't you guys have a jerk-off room?"

"It's called a Donor Room."

"So sanitary," she commented.

"If I must, it is this way," I motioned toward another door in the lab that led to the rest of the clinic on the public hospital side of the building. Susan followed with a bounce in her step, enjoying this adventure. I hoped she still didn't think I was lying.

I took her down the hall to the Donor Room and even though no one else was there, I slid the indicator on the wall to show the room was "In Use" and then closed the door behind us. There were two chairs in the room so someone could conceivably bring their partner in, but I hadn't ever seen anyone do that. There was a sink a trash can and a TV suspended from the ceiling. In the corner under the TV was a cabinet where the new DVD player sat. There was also a full length mirror on the door. I had no fantasy what-so-ever, of jerking off into a mirror, so why they needed one was a mystery.


The Donor Room



"Cozy," Susan replied. "Is it clean?"

"It is cleaned and disinfected every day before they leave," I replied. I opened a drawer in the cabinet under the DVD player. "There is my proof," I said.

Susan looked in the drawer and saw the magazines I had bought. "You didn't even look at them," she observed, pulling one of the still plastic wrapped mags out of the drawer, "what a saint."

Susan proceeded to rip open the first magazine, Playboy, and begin to page through it. "Very interesting," she said, turning to the middle to open up the centerfold. "So does she turn you on?" she turned the picture to me.

It was a side shot of a busty brunette who was reclined backwards at the beach on her elbows and but. Her head was tilted back looking up into the sky with her wet hair hanging down, just caressing the sand. Her perfect C-cup breasts hung on her chest, her nipples standing at attention. Her far leg was bent at the knee rising from a neatly trimmed brown bush. She was amazing.

"She's okay," I said, hoping that Susan couldn't see the motion in my jeans as my dick sprang to life again.

"Only okay," Susan cried, turning the picture back around to look at it again. "She's amazing."

"It's all fake," I said, trying not to let my voice crack.

"They look real to me," Susan said.

"Not her breasts," I said moving to stand next to her. "The whole picture. They touch it up so much that her skin looks like plastic."

"What about this one?" she asked, turning the page. She snuggled up to me, the side of her body pressing into mine. She was very warm.

The next picture was the same girl. Now she was kneeling in the sand sitting on her heels. Her elbows were pointing at the camera as she gathered her hair behind her head with her face tilted up and her eyes half closed. Her breasts didn't sag in the slightest and my eyes followed her tight stomach to the brown tuft that peeked out from between her thighs.

"Or this one," she said. As she turned another page her arm brushed up and down my side sending tingles through me and securing my boner in my pants. The model was now lying on her side, having obviously just been lying face down in the sand because it was scattered across her tight body.

"All fake," I said, my voice cracking. "They probably airbrushed that sand in there."

She turned to face me, her eyes less than a foot from mine. "So this doesn't excite you at all?"

We were too close for her to look down at the tent I was pitching in my jeans, which was good, but if we were any closer, she wouldn't have to look down to know it was there. "No," I squeaked, and then backed up and sat down on one of the chairs, hoping the bunching of my jeans would hide the activity down there.

Susan shrugged her shoulders and turned to put the magazine back in the drawer. She saw the DVDs. "You probably prefer the real thing, right?" She picked up one of the movies. "Naughty College Amateurs 4. Let's have a look." She popped in the DVD and turned on the TV. There was no sound until she saw that there were headphones attached to the TV so that passers by in the hallway didn't have to listen to the moaning that soon filled the small room once she unplugged them.

Susan sat next to me and selected a scene once the intro finished. A girl sat in a library pretending to study. A guy spied her from the stacks and she noticed. She then proceeded to play with the hem of her skirt and the buttons on her sweater while her secret admirer played peek-a-boo around the book shelves. Eventually he came over to her. They kissed, they fondled, and then clothes started to come off. Still sitting down at the table, the girl undid the fly of the man standing before her, pulled out his engorged tool, and began to bob for cock.

"And this is real?" She argued. "I've have guys check me out in the library all the time, but I never gave them head. Can you imagine what the librarian would say?"

"The set up is a bit fantastical, but the sex is real," I said.

Susan couldn't deny that. The girl on screen was taking him all in, slurping loudly while she did it. She had only opened up his jeans to get at his cock, but now he pulled off his shirt. I heard Susan inhale sharply as she saw his chiseled stomach and large pecs. She squirmed in her chair a little and I wondered if she too had a little activity going on downstairs.

Here I was, watching porn with one of the hottest chicks in school, and she was driving everything. I looked at her instead of the images on screen and watched as she bit her lip and squirmed some more. Her hand left the remote on the armrest and fell to her lap. I watched intently as her knuckles rolled around in her crotch and her face registered pleasure each time a finger found her clit through the jeans. She must have realized what she was doing, because she stopped and turned to look at me. I had turned my eyes away just before, sensing her change in posture.

"Do you ever get jealous when you watch this?" she asked.

"Jealous that I don't know a girl that will suck me off at the drop of a hat?"

Susan laughed. "No, although you might be jealous of that. I mean his body."

Most guys might be jealous of the size of a pornstar's cock, but since that was shoved down the poor armature college girl's throat, it was tough to gauge. She meant his upper body. "No guy really looks like that," she added.

"Greg isn't chiseled?" I said without thinking, wanting to take it back as soon as the words were out there.

Susan didn't even flinch at the name of her boyfriend. "Sure he is strong, but he still has love handles. That guy," she motioned to the screen, "doesn't have an ounce of body fat."

"You just have to be serious about working out and not drink a keg each weekend," I said.

"Like you," she winked.

"Sure."

"Are you saying you look like that?" She paused the picture on the screen to catch him in the throws of ecstasy with all his muscles clenched.

"Well . . ." I hesitated.

"Okay, the burden of proof lies once again at your feet," she said holding her hand up to me to keep me from talking. "I admit that you needed the porn for your job, but I refuse to believe you look anything like him without some proof."

I started to lift up the bottom of my shirt but she waived me off. "No good, no good. You are sitting down and undoubtedly clenching in mid crunch. You need to stand like he is."

I shrugged and stood up. "Off with the shirt," she ordered. I obeyed. She tried hard not to whistle at my bod, and I appreciated the look in her eye. I would liken myself to Toby McGuire after he got bit by the spider and turned into Spiderman. He was still a small, spry guy, but he flexed well. I flexed now half looking into the mirror on the door and half at Susan. She was shaking her head.

"Like the guy on the screen," she pointed at it, not taking her eyes off of me.

"Exactly like?" I asked. He was standing with one hand braced on a chair, the other down and back with his head rolled back in mid moan. Plus his cock was hanging out of his pants in the hand of a half naked woman staring up at him.

Susan double checked the screen and then looked back at me. I was still pitching a tent below the belt which she had to notice. She paused in thought and then shook her head. "That's good enough."

"So do I pass the test?"

"You look remarkably good," Susan agreed, her eyes scanning my body with a hungry look. I enjoyed that look but didn't exactly know what to do next. I held the pose a little longer and then sat back down next to her. Susan's eyes followed me the whole way and I caught her several times sneaking a look at the bulge below my waist.

"You can hit play now," I grinned at her.

"Uh, oh, of course." I enjoyed seeing her flustered. She had undoubtedly gotten guys to stutter when she talked to them. Now the tables were turned.

She had paused it right at the end of that part of the scene, and once she resumed, the people on screen traded places. The guy in the movie reached down and helped her up and then lifted her easily to the library table. Her sweater was unbuttoned and it fell down her arms onto the table as she leaned back on her hands. He covered her exposed cleavage with kisses, leaving her bra on for now and worked down to her skirt. She hoisted her butt off the table with her feet on the chair and the skirt came off easily. He proceeded to lick around the thong panties before they came off as well. He then knelt down before her and repaid her for her oral work on him.

I watched Susan's face as her eyes followed the hungry tongue of the guy on screen. The woman on the table had her head back and shouting, "Yes! Yes!" in between moans. I wondered if Greg ever did that for her. Susan's hand left the remote again, dropping to her lap where it rolled around anxiously. If I wasn't there, I wondered what she would be doing right now.

"Do you ever get jealous when you watch these things?" I echoed her question from earlier.

Her hand stopped moving and lay gently on her thigh as if she hadn't been doing anything. "What?" she asked, her voice now unstable.

"Do you get jealous of the women in these movies? I mean no one can be that thin and have breasts that big." We both took a moment to stare at her chest. You could count her ribs below her white bra and her stomach looked concave and she gasped in rhythm with the tongue between her thighs.

"There are women like that," Susan argued weekly, not yet seeing the obvious path I was taking with this.

"Not at this school," I replied. "Obviously girls in our class are cute, but those are probably 34D's and she can't weigh more than 110lbs."

"They are C's," Susan said confidently. "Trust me, I know."

"Fine, but there isn't anybody in our class who has those proportions. I mean you are obviously thin, but you don't have C's. Maybe Jeannette-" I didn't get to finish.

Susan paused the TV again and turned to look at me. "I wear 34C," she declared. "And don't even talk about Jeannette. She might have slight bigger breasts at a 36C, but she also weighs at least 15 pounds more than me."

I chuckled at her. "I didn't mean to upset you," I lied. "But don't kid yourself. I've seen you in a tank top before and you don't look like that." I pointed at the screen which was paused in a perfect place with the woman's back arched and her breasts heaved upwards, barely contained in her lacy white bra.

"I do too," she argued, a stern look in her face.

"I believe the burden of proof now lies at your feet."

Her face changed suddenly as she realized how completely she had walked into that trap. She tried to keep a stern look on her face but her grin kept interfering. "You . . ." she started but didn't know what to say.

"No more talk," I said. "Up, out of the chair. Let's see them."

She didn't argue. She stood and in one smooth motion pulled off her sweater. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was tied in a pony tail and he expertly maneuvered the neck hole around it. She tossed the sweater on top of the DVD player where my shirt lay. She stood in front of my with a white tank on that was tight against her chest. She pulled it tighter to show me her amazing curves.

"See?"

"No," I replied. "I don't. Loose the tank."

She started to argue but all I had to do was motion and my shirtless body and she shrugged her shoulders in defeat. I had a feeling she wanted to take it off, but maybe felt sexier about it if she played shy. The tank came off and joined our other clothes. She did have an amazing body, at least as good as the woman on the screen, only she wasn't trapped in a TV, this woman was flesh and blood standing in front of me.

She saw the look in my eyes and knew she had proven her point, but I tried to convince her otherwise. "How do I know that bra isn't padded?"

"How do you know hers isn't?" she pointed to the screen again.

"Hers will be on the floor in a minute," I said confidently, knowing my porn. "Will you meet that challenge?"

I could tell that she wanted too, but so far the rules of engagement were dictated by the couple on screen, and Susan didn't want to take it any faster than that. Instead she curled her thumb up under the bottom of her bra and rubbed the thin white material between her fingers. "See, no padding."

Without asking, I got up and stepped over to her. I reached up with my own hand and she didn't stop me. My index finger slid up beneath the firm underwire and against the soft flesh of her breast. I moved it back and forth like a windshield wiper without any objection from Susan. Her breasts were so large that my finger wasn't even long enough to reach her nipple. Eventually I brought my thumb forward to confirm there was no padding.

"Satisfied?" she asked.

I looked up at her, glad for once that I was no taller than a girl. Here eyes looked into mine, our bodies only a few inches apart and slowly leaning into each other. My bare skin could feel the heat radiating from her body. My own nipples stood away from my body as if reaching for her breasts, still held tight into her body by white lace. My hand slid down from her bra and my other found the other side of her thin waist, each one coming to rest at the top of her jeans.

Her hands were on my waist then as well, her thumbs rubbing up and down on my tensed abs. With just a slight tug from either one of us we would mash our bodies together and there was no telling what would happen. The magnetic attraction was intense as we looked into each others' eyes.

Susan broke contact first, glancing sideways at the frozen image on the screen beside us. "Are we going to leave them like that?"

Are we going to leave us like this? I asked in my head. Her earlier question was if I was satisfied. I was as far from satisfied as I ever was in my life. I ached for her and I knew she felt the same way but there was something holding her back. And for that matter, there was something holding me back or else I would have pulled her into me by now.

"Doesn't seem right," I agreed.

Susan took a step back, letting out a long breath. The spell was broken and I could step away too. We each took a seat and turned back to the TV. Susan hit play and watched as the guy stopped his oral fixation with her pussy and licked and kissed his way up her stomach to her breasts. The bra was off a second later as he sucked on her nipples. Below, he pulled her ass to the very edge of the table she was sitting on and he entered her with his throbbing cock.

I was only kind of watch the TV. I paid more attention to Susan on the chair next to me. Her hand was back in her lap, being coy about nothing. She bit her lip as she rubbed herself through her jeans, her eyes locked on the screen. Occasionally she hit a good spot between her legs, and she arched her shoulders back letting out a quiet moan. I wanted to tell her to go ahead and take her pants off. But I couldn't get myself to talk.

I wanted to play with the ejection in my lap but I knew with the moaning hottie beside me, it wouldn't be long before I filled my pants. That was the last thing I wanted right now. Blowing my load before I got any more clothes of her was not the goal.

The action on the screen progressed quickly, and after four or five quick positions, the college amateur was receiving a face full from her new friend. The girl looked longingly at the camera as she licked her lips and the screen faded black.

Neither of us moved right away. Susan stopped her self gratification for the moment and took a moment to catch her breath. What now? I had fooled around with girls in high school but nothing major. I got a blow job or two, I sucked on a few tits, but no full on sex. I had no idea what Susan had been through or with how many guys, but I had to think she had gone further than I had.

With neither of us doing anything, the next scene on the DVD started playing. This one started with a girl studying in her dorm room. Nothing happened for a second or two as the camera panned around her to let us know she was wearing a denim miniskirt and pink blouse that had one too few buttons done, showing incredible cleavage. The phone rang on her desk. When she picked it up, the view went split screen and we saw the guy on the other line.

"Betty."

"Yes, Tom."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm studying."

"You should come over. My parents are out for the evening."

"But I have a big test."

"I'll help you study. Just come over."

"I guess so, I'll be right there."

"Who writes this crap," Susan asked as we saw the girl collect her books and head to her dorm room door.

"People who shouldn't be paid to write anything," I replied.

"We could do a lot better," she offered. Susan hit the mute button on the remote and then got up from the chair, her breasts bouncing in her bra as she moved toward the door in the small room.

On screen the door to Tom's house was opening and Betty came in. Susan mimed coming through the closed door of the donor room and bounced up to where I was sitting. She looked adorable in her bra and jeans, carrying an imaginary backpack over her shoulder. "I'm ready to study now."

I stood up to meet her and like my double on screen, I gave her a hug. The difference was for us was that we were both topless. Susan inhaled sharply as our warm bodies pressed together. She glanced at the screen to see that I was only doing my job. "It is so good to see you," I said, watching the TV out of the corner of my eye.

On screen Tom was undoing the other buttons on Betty's blouse. I pushed Susan away slightly and played with imaginary buttons in front of her bra, the backs of my hands pressing into her chest, mashing her boobs together. I rubbed my hands up and down until I felt her nipples rise to attention beneath her bra.

"But I have to study," Susan said breathlessly, somehow clinging to our role playing.

"There's only one subject you should be studying," I replied, watching the TV out of my left eye. Tom had her shirt off and was playing with her breasts through her bra. Her hands were at his jeans.

I squeezed her breasts bending down to run my tongue through the cleavage. "What subject is that?" Susan somehow found a voice.

"Are you sure?" I cautioned. My hands moved down along her sides and I cupped her perfect bubble butt. "It is a really HARD subject." I pulled her hips against mine as I said "HARD."

Susan moaned again and glanced at the screen to see Betty on her knees and slowly undoing Tom's jeans. "Maybe I should look at this subject first," she whispered into my ear. She slowly dropped herself into a crouch, dragging her face and fingers down my chest, playfully biting my nipple as she went.

She squatted before me, my hard prick pressing against my jeans and point up at her forehead. Her hands were shaking as she reached for the button at my waist and undid it. The zipper almost came down on its own as my cock breathed a sigh of relief. It was still penned in by my boxer briefs, but its shape was clearly defined against the wet fabric.

Susan smiled at how wet I had become and the slowly lowered the waistband on my underwear to reveal the subject within. My cock sprung at her face, flicking a little pre cum on her nose. She made no move to wipe it off and instead did what she had come here to do: study.

Betty was already tonsils deep on Tom, not showing the natural hesitation or curiosity that a real girl would, instead she was acting like the paid slut she was. Susan took things a bit more slowly. I didn't have much girth but I felt I made up for it in length. Seven inches wasn't terribly long, but hanging from a 160lb frame, I thought it looked good. Susan thought so too, purring her appreciation as she moved it up and down and side to side.

"I believe you are studying for an oral exam," I was bold enough to say.




The Donor Room



It was all the push she needed as her tongue snaked out to lick my slowly dripping cock. Her tongue swirled around my head, flicking the rim of my hood with each lap. My mind went numb with the feeling and hoped I could hold on long enough. On screen the couple was probably close to two minutes into the blow job, and if pattern held they might go another two before changing it up. I just had to last that long.

Susan gave me a break by leaving my head for a moment to trace her tongue up and down my length, moving my prominent veins with her mouth. She closed her lips around me sideways, moving up and down slowly, letting her tongue create pressure points on my shaft. She noticed my balls then and began to lick those as she stroked me with her hand.

Not staying too long in any one place helped me maintain control, but soon she was done exploring my genitals and decided to see if she could complete take in this hard subject. Susan lifter herself high on her knees and then came down on my cock with her mouth open. I felt my sensitive head slide down her tongue until the top of my cock came in contact with the top of her throat. She still had another inch and a half to go, but she was a good student and tried again.

I could feel her fight the gag reflex as she slowly relaxed her mouth and let me slide to the back of her mouth and down her throat. She started to bob slowly, letting my cock throat fuck her until she was finally able to wrap her lips around the base of my dick. She held it there for a few seconds and I felt like I was going to blast the back of her head off.

She slowly released me, using one of her hands to follow her mouth up, wringing the cum and saliva back to the tip of my cock where she slurped it off. She kissed my head a few times, toying with me. If she rubbed for just ten more seconds I would cover her face. I think she knew it and so she only touched me enough to keep me at that tantalizing precipice.

"Did I pass?" she asked, looking up at me.

"Absolutely," I said. She glanced at the TV and saw that they had already finished one oral session, had moved to the couch, and was about to begin another.

"I believe it is your turn to study," she said, standing up in front of me. She pressed herself against me so my cock dragged down between her breasts and then traced a wet line down her stomach. Her lacy bra brushed up my chest until her salty breath caressed my face.

"With pleasure," I replied. I grabbed her around her narrow waist and we traded positions so she could sit down in my chair. She was about to sit, but I stopped her for a moment. "Let me see you standing up." She complied and I slowly undid her jeans. Beneath she had a pair of powder blue boy shorts that hugged her butt in the sexiest way imaginable. Each cheek was only half covered with a line of blue lace running across the middle of each one.

In front, she was wetter than I had been and her pussy lips pushed through the thin material prominently, almost begging me to release them. I didn't wait much longer to comply. I freed a tuft of blonde hair that was not as manicured what we saw in the magazine or on TV, but the natural look was sexier. Susan hadn't planned on having a boy take her clothes off today. It made the whole experience more sensual.

With her still standing I reached around and cupped her bare ass in my hands in pulled her crotch into my face, inhaling deeply her musky, yet sweet aroma. My tongue snaked out to flick her clit and I felt her knees go suddenly week. I supported her long enough to get her seated in the chair and then went to work.

She slouched way down so her ass was almost hanging off the chair with her legs spread and up in the air over my shoulders with my head in between. I leaned down and slowly licked her juices. She was very wet and my tongue slowly went between her lips, up to her clit, down to the left around her labia, down to her anus, back up the other side to her clit, and then back down the middle, darting in at her juicing love hole.

I made a few more circuits like that with my tongue listening to her moan constantly. My hands were on her hips and slowly moved up and above to her stomach and reached up to find the bottom of her bra. My arms weren't long enough in our current position to reach around and undo the bra, so I just pushed it up to free the two large mounds beneath. They each more than filled my hand and I slowly massaged them, pinching and twisting her proud nipples between my finger and thumb.

Down below, my tongue fell into a steady rhythm of penetrating her as deep as I could, savoring the taste, and then riding up her vagina to flick her clit. Her body quivered with each flick, and as I slowly increased my pace, her quivering accelerated as well. Soon I was paying no mind to her hole and just began flicking her tiny mound as fast as I could.

Her quivering could no longer keep up and her body stood at the peak of ecstasy. My hands worked harder, my tongue went faster, and a long moan started from somewhere deep inside her until it exploded into a tremendous, "Fuck yes!!!"

Her hips bucked up into the air and my hands quickly moved back down to her ass to keep her from falling. The chair was pushed back, but I kept her light frame supported in front of me. Meanwhile my tongue kept darting in to flick the elusive clit as her hips danced with a sporadic rhythm.

"Will . . ." she gasped "please . . .don't . . ."

"Don't what?" I teased as I continued to lick her when I could.

". . . stop," she finished.

"You want me to stop?" I asked, shifting my hands under her ass so each of my thumbs could reach up underneath her.

"No, don't stop!"

My short reprieve had clamed her down slightly, and her thighs relaxed, allowing me to dive back in. Now my thumbs took turns stimulating her anus, while my tongue continued its onslaught of her pussy. Her thighs clenched again, trapping my head between her legs. It was tough to breath, but if I could read her body right, Mount St. Susan was about to erupt again, and I would get air then.

My tongue kept a steady rhythm, and I felt her sex crescendo again as I increased the pace. Faster and faster my tongue went and her hands came down on top of my head, holding my hair in a death grip.

"aaahhhhhh....uhhhh....Ahhhh....AHHHHHHH HOLY FUCK!!!" she screamed and exploded into my face. She pushed down on my head and I sucked the juices from her as she pumped them into my face. Her legs flailed above me and kicked me in the back as I drank her sweet nectar, much of it running down my chin.

Slowly but surely she settled down as I didn't go near her throbbing clit again, fearful of what might happen if I did. Eventually I pulled away and looked up at her. Her hands were now clutching her exposed breasts, her nipples nearly popping off her chest like shirt buttons on a fat man.

Her face had a huge grin on it as she looked down at me over her breasts and through her legs. "That was amazing," she said. "Now I want you to fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before."

I thought now was probably not the right time to tell her I had never fucked anyone before. Instead, I kicked off my shoes and pulled my pants and underwear all the way off. I was kneeling before her, ready to pound her while she sat, but she shook her head. "I want to do it like them."

I had all but forgotten about the couple on the TV, and looked up behind me to see Betty bouncing up and down on Tom while he sat on the couch.

I quickly got off the floor and Susan stood up. She undid her bra now, and I saw her breasts hang free for the first time. They were amazing, but I had a feeling this wouldn't be the last time I would get a chance to look at them. I sat down, my cock standing straight up from my lap. Susan stood in front of me facing the other way and shook her ass at me. I reached up and took hold of the perfectly round cheeks and squeezed them. I looked around her hips and realized why there was a mirror on the door. I saw her reflection clearly. Her hands were up, pulling her hair out of the pony tail, her breasts jiggling slightly as I played with her ass. He pussy lips were also very visible from the front as they remained open and engorged.

Once her hair was free, she slowly sat down, reaching back for the armrests of the chair until she felt my cock poking her in the ass. She slid back a little further, and I slipped right into her moist pussy. If felt really good to be inside her, and I was surprised how tight she felt after all her stimulation.

Working together we slowly matched the rhythm we saw on TV. My legs were together with hers touching the floor on either side. Her arms flexed on the armrests while I held her at the waist and aided her motion. Soon she was bouncing up and down on my dick like it was a spring.

I found that if I thrust up with my hips when she was just about to rebound, I didn't need to use my hands as much, and they went up to cradle her bouncing breasts instead. I watched her in the mirror and lost my breath at how sexy she was at that moment.

"Oh Yes . . . Yes . . . Yes . . . Yes," she punctuated the bottom of each thrust with a "yes" as she tossed her hair about her face and I held her bouncing tits. "Oh William, harder . . . harder!"

I released her breasts and brought my hands to her hips again, thrusting up with each bounce as hard as I could. I could feel her muscles tighten around my cock with each thrust and her cries of "Yes," grew louder and louder.

Her right hand left the arm rest and reached down in front of her to massage her clit as I felt she was nearing another orgasm. I was so focused on the mechanics of what I was doing, that I hadn't been paying attention to the welling feeling in my own genitals. I didn't have a chance to really appreciate it either because she came again while she sat on my lap.

She jiggled around as she moaned, her hand still rubbing her clit and occasional dropping down to cup my balls. I watched her go through the throws of ecstasy in the mirror, and I felt the pressure in my cock continue to build. She seemed to notice my anxiousness and bent over so I could see over her rounded shoulders. With me still inside her, she slowly straightened legs, rotating her hips up till my cock was almost free and then sliding back down.

I now had a clear view of my dick as it slid up and down inside her, her fresh juices pooling in my lap as they ran down my shaft. She squeezed her muscles as she moved wringing my cock like an extruding machine. The view was intoxicating and the smell of her pussy drippings all over me was more than I could bare. After only ten strokes I was ready to blow.

"I'm gonna . . ." but I didn't need to finish.

"I want it on me," she practically begged. She lifted her self off me and turned around to kneel on the floor.

I tried to stand, but my knees had no strength and I only managed to get my butt to the edge of the seat before I came. I had my hand on my hose as I held on until the last possible moment and released one of my thickest spurts ever. It arched toward her face, but she over-estimated my ability and it instead splashed against her sternum. I moved my cock to the right and left and managed to get something on either breast before my pressure ran out.

The rest landed on her legs, curled up in front of the chair, but she leaned forward to take me in her mouth and suck the rest dry. She worked her hand along my quickly softening cock to milk out the rest while she swirled her tongue around my head. Eventually she got all she wanted and leaned back to let it drool out of her mouth and on to her already covered chest.

"Very nice," she slurred, blowing bubbles as she did.

The sight sent a shiver down my spine and I took the time to glance up at the screen. They were halfway through the next scene already. I found the strength to pick up the remote and turn off the TV. In front of me, Susan was playing with my cum by swirling it around her areolas. "You made a mess."

"You helped," I said.

Getting up carefully, so as not to drip, she took a couple steps over to the sink, pulled a few paper towels, and started to clean herself off. We left the room and the lab about ten minutes later the same way we had entered: through darkened hallways and with locked doors behind us. The only difference was this time I had Susan's underwear in my pocket with the promise that I was going to get the chance to put them back on her at some later date.

We went to a nice steakhouse a few miles from campus, and Susan commented how Greg never took her out to any place as nice as this. I got a wet kiss good night (our first one) when I dropped her off at her dorm a few hours later.

The next day Susan told me that she had broken up with Greg over the phone. He hadn't seemed too upset about it. From the background noise over his cell phone, she had guessed he was in a strip club. We forgot about him quickly. I was more interested in when I was going to put her panties back on her. I found out that the next weekend, but that is another story.

The End