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Girl Power Ch. 02

By: AltheaRose



Thursday finally came. This would be my second time posing nude for the class. The first time I enjoyed it and also got a thrill from making my two friends get erections as they looked at me. I also met a new girl, Janelle, an exotic and sexy young woman. 

After I described the experience to my roommate, Morgan, I coached her through her first orgasm in life by helping her masturbate. All in all, I was enjoying using my power to affect those around me. I wondered how my next nude modeling session would turn out and how I could learn to use the power of my body and exhibitionism I realized I had a lot to learn and understand.

I was a pile of nerves all day anticipating the modeling session this afternoon. Sitting in the the cafeteria, I tried to identify what made me so excited. Was being naked in front of people a reason to become so sexually on edge? I wondered if all nude models felt this way. Maybe I could ask Jacob about his experiences.

"Hey, doc, did you like get a big one when you were nude modeling?"

Nah, I don't think that'd be the right approach. Maybe I'm a freak. It could be that normal people wouldn't get turned on by being naked with other people. Of course, most normal people didn't take their clothes off in a classroom. 

I didn't ponder the question too long, as one of my favorite songsters might say. I did think ahead to getting home later tonight, all keyed up, stripping in front of Morgan and giving myself a big, fat orgasm. Maybe, she just might join in. That was so hot when she masturbated for the first time the other night. Maybe I could even get her to be naked with me. I think I'm opening her up. I kinda like thinking that I am exerting some sway over her burgeoning sexuality. I don't look at it as corruption as much as exploration. I think having someone who cares about her show the way is a good thing. Or, maybe it's not corruption, exploration, or education. Maybe it's just plain old seduction.

I ran back to the room and stripped to begin removing the telltale marks of underwear. I showered and sat on my bed naked while finishing an essay for comp class. Morgan came in and just laughed.

"I think I must be the only person on this entire campus who never knows when a naked person will be waiting for her," she said while smiling.

"So, that's a complaint?"

"No. I am getting used to it, but can't say I am totally used to it. And, Gretchen, believe me it is not a hardship looking at your body. I think I'm sorta like Caitlin. I would give a lot to look like you, even for a day."

"And, I keep telling you that you're crazy. You're beautiful. Maybe if you'd let me see what you keep so well hidden, I could tell you how hot you are," I said and added after a pause, "or could be."

"It's funny, Gretchen, that the idea of you seeing me naked does not make me want to vomit as much as it did before. Maybe we're making progress."

"Hey, you could come with me and we both could model for the class."

"Now, I'm ready to vomit."

We both laughed.

"So, I'll have to tell you all about tonight's session when I get home. You can live vicariously through my experience."

"I don't know," she said not meeting my gaze. "That might be too much for me. You know, might get me too excited."

I was quiet until Morgan looked at me. "Well, we've learned there's a remedy for that," I said.

Morgan turned scarlet. "God, Gretchen, I still cannot believe I did that. I've been feeling I should go to confession and do like years of penance."

"You did nothing wrong. You had an orgasm. That is one of the best things in the world. If God didn't want us to have orgasms, he wouldn't have given us a clit."

"Somehow, I think I missed that point in my catechism class," Morgan replied with a smirk.

"Well, take it from me—that's the gospel truth."

We shared a laugh.

"Seriously, Morgan, you should not feel guilty. As a matter of fact, you should treat yourself to more and more of them. I know they can get a lot better."

"You mean like the ones you've shown me?"

"Yep, and even better still. If we were to do it together, I guarantee you'll think your head is going to shoot off."

"We did it together."

"No, we did it in the same room in separate beds, with the lights out and the sheets on. I mean doing it looking at each other. That's the best. Well, almost the best."

"What'd you mean almost?"

I knew I had her intrigued now. I wondered if I could open her mind just a little bit more.

"I told you about Lisa and me."

"Yeah."

"What I didn't tell you about is when we invited Derek to join us."

"No way! You let a boy see you masturbating."

"Yep. And we watched him. That was hot."

"Jesus, Gretchen, sometimes you really shock me. I have never even seen a naked boy. I've certainly have never seen one aroused and masturbating. And, no boy has ever seen me naked. God, thinking about all this and then having a boy watch me masturbate, well, that's like not even in my wildest imaginable dreams. Heck, I never even dream about that stuff at all."

"Morgan, remember what I said about saying 'never' regarding sex. Anyway, I'm not suggesting anything right now. But, at least let your mind entertain the image of Eli and Zeke sitting naked in front of you stroking their long, hard cocks."

Morgan wiped sweat from her brow. With a sly smile, she said. "Do you think they have long ones?"

I got up and bumped fists with her.

"There's hope for you, yet."

"I doubt it," she said. 

Arriving at the studio a few minutes before class, I saw Jacob, the instructor, sitting at his desk.

"Hey, Gretchen, you came back."

"Were you doubting me?"

"Wouldn't be the first time we had a 'one and done' model."

"Well, here I am."

"Great. I had some good feedback on your first session."

"What kind?" I asked.

"A few students said you were very relaxed and that made them feel more comfortable looking at you."

"Uh, isn't that the point of a life drawing class—to look at the model?"

"Of course, but you have to realize that this is a first-time experience for most of the students. They have never been in a situation where they are supposed to stare at a naked person they've never met before. Society teaches us we should avoid looking at a naked person unless we're involved with them or it's at a naturist park, or something. Otherwise, people can be accused of being voyeurs."

"I think a lot of us have some voyeurism in us," I said.

"I agree, but we are supposed to keep that feeling contained. Now, we are asking, no we are commanding them to look. Look at this naked woman. Look at her breasts, her pussy, her ass. Stare at her. It can be intimidating to the student."

"I never thought about it that way."

"Yeah, well, you did a good job. Plus some students said it's a lot more fun when the model is as attractive as you and with a good figure."

"Now you're embarrassing me."

Jacob looked at me and smiled. "I doubt that, Gretchen. I think you know you're attractive and you like people seeing you naked. That's not a critique. Actually it works to my benefit and helps the students do better work. Having a true exhibitionist for a model is a special treat."

Jacob could read me better than anyone I'd ever met. 

"I guess I'll go get changed. Anything special for tonight?"

"As a matter of fact, I want to do some reclining nudes. When the students get here I'm going to have them move that chaise lounge up on the platform. I'll drape a clean sheet over it and we can do a bunch of poses. You might not be as tired as doing all those standing and stretching poses."

I nodded and scooted behind the curtain. In a few seconds I was naked and once more evaluating my figure in the mirror. Jacob's words swirled in my head. People thought I was attractive. People liked looking at me. I am an exhibitionist. I smiled and pinched my nipples to make them stand up.

"Yes I am," I said to myself as the tiny buds turned red and hardened. "I am an exhibitionist."

Jacob called me and I walked out to the platform, careful to avoid tripping.

I saw Eli and Zeke grinning like a couple of kids about to ride the monster roller coaster. I wondered if they did have long dicks and if they would like to jerk off as I was doing myself. Those were just the kind of thoughts that helped my nipples remain tight and proud.

Jacob talked me through a number of poses as the students worked behind their easels. I was surprised when he called for a break. It seemed I had just started.

I walked over to Eli and Zeke. 

"Hey, Gretchen," said Eli.

"Hi, guys. Do you mind if I take a look?"

"Sure, but don't laugh," said Zeke.

I moved to stand in between them. I saw Jacob gesture to me and went to him.

"Gretchen, if you're going to interact with the students, you should wear your robe."

"Oh, sorry. No problem." I dipped behind the screen, donned my robe and loosely tied it at my waist.

Walking back to the two boys, I could easily detect their erections straining their pants.

"Prof wants me to cover up when I'm not posing."

"We wouldn't have minded if you didn't."

I deliberately looked down at each of their crotches.

"That's so sweet of you," I said.

"Uh, sorry, Gretchen," said Eli in a low voice. "Those things happen, you know."

"It doesn't have anything to do with seeing me naked."

"God, yes. It has everything to do with that. You're totally amazing," chimed in Zeke.

"Well, I'll just have to take those two tents as compliments."

I turned and looked at their drawings. Each had talent. Eli went for a more realistic view. He had done a full body outline as I reclined facing him. I thought maybe he gave me too much credit in the boob area, but I was not complaining.

"That's good, Eli. You make me look attractive."

"You are attractive, Gretchen."

Zeke stood back to allow me access to his easel. His style was a bit more abstract. He captured the lines of my body, this time from the rear as I had moved around the lounge. He was now just adding some detail, but I don't think he would get as anatomically precise as his friend.

"I like this, too. You both have talent."

They thanked me and said I should check out Janelle's drawings.

She was just walking back in from a bathroom break.

"Do you mind?" I said as I picked up the edge of a sheet.

"Ok, but it's just a sketch."

Flipping the paper back, I had to stop myself from gasping.

Janelle had captured me as some sort of sexy creature. My breasts and pussy were done in great detail and my eyes looked like they were coals of fire.

"Wow," was the best response I could make.

"That's what we thought," said Eli.

Janelle flipped one more sheet over and there was a close-up detail of my pussy. My lips pushed through the thin covering of pubic hair and my clit-hood was the center of focus.

"Holy shit," I let out.

Janelle smiled and said, "I think you are so fucking hot. I wanted to get all that down."

I looked at her. She didn't flinch from my gaze. I thought I was about to be eaten by a wild animal. The extra wetness in my pussy told me that this could be a girl who could turn my world upside down. My limited experience with Lisa and a couple other friends told me that women could be amazing.

"I think she likes you," said Zeke and poked me in the side.

"Fuck off, Zeke," she said.

"Well, do you?" I asked.

Janelle licked her lips and nodded.

My knees almost buckled. This exotic looking woman wanted me. She wanted me in a bad way.

"Ok, class, let's get going. Gretchen, can you get back on the lounge?"

I dropped my robe and climbed on the lounge, giving the guys and Janelle a great view of my back and spread legs.

Jacob said that he wanted me in one pose for the rest of the class and that the students should work on the one view. He propped a pillow behind my head and placed my arm so it rested up and on top of my head. He had me place one foot on the floor and then bent my other leg at the knee. My other foot now touched my knee. The effect was to open my pussy as I faced the guys and Janelle. He asked me to cup a breast with my free hand. I knew I must look wanton in that pose. The other students moved around to get a better view of my provocative pose.

The room remained silent except for the sound of pencil and charcoal on paper. Every time Janelle looked at me, I felt my vagina contract. I knew I was wet, but didn't know how obvious it was to those watching me. It didn't matter. The feeling of being watched and wanted overpowered any cautionary impulses I had. Jacob finally called an end and the class started cleaning up and putting away their materials. I stretched on the lounge, getting some kinks out.

Jacob stood in front of me holding the robe.

"Nice job, Gretchen."

Standing, I let him slip the robe on me. I cinched the waist.

"What'd you think of the sketches you saw?"

"Interesting," I said as non-commitally as I could.

"Do you also know Janelle?"

"Just met her in this class."

"She has talent," he said. "She certainly isn't shy about letting her sensual side show in her work."

"No shit," I said.

"The guys have talent, too. Sometimes I think they don't let their emotions free. That's the thing about Janelle, she lets it fly."

I thought about how she depicted my pussy. She was definitely letting it fly.

"So, you can come back next week?"

I brought my somewhat lurid mind back to the present.

"Sure, if you want me, Jacob."

I don't think I purposely made that sound as sexual as it came out. Well, maybe I did.

Jacob smiled. "Gretchen, I want you to model. That's all. Ok?"

"Of course, what else did you think I meant?"

"Gretchen, do you think you're the first model to flaunt her sexuality? Or, to come on to me? I don't get upset. I understand that there is always a touch of eroticism in posing nude. But, I think of you as a model, not as a sex object."

No one had ever called me out so coldly on what I was doing. Yet, he did it in a way that did not humiliate me.

"Sorry, Doctor Adams. I'll be happy to come back next week, if you still want me to."

"I do. You are going to be a great model."

As he reached for his crutches I chanced a glance down at his crotch. Damn, nothing showing. 

I dressed and ran into Zeke, Eli and Janelle outside.

"Wanna get that ice cream tonight?" Eli asked.

I agreed and we headed to the snack bar in the Commons. Along the way I found out that Janelle was also a fine arts major and planning to become a painter.

"Well, you have talent. Jacob thinks so, too."

"Really?" she said.

"Just told me."

"That's nice to know. Of course, it's easier when you have a beautiful body to work with."

We had fallen a little behind the guys as we talked. "Janelle, are you hitting on me?"

"Do you want to be hit on?"

"Not what I asked."

"Ok. Yeah, I am."

"So, you're gay."

"Let's say I'm open. Does it freak you out that I want to have sex with you?"

I swallowed hard. "I wouldn't say it freaks me out. I also don't know if that's what I want."

Janelle ran her hand down my back, lightly touching my butt.

"You are major hot, Gretchen. I want you."

"Uh, I should take that as a compliment?"

"Think about it. I could make you cum like you've never cum in your life. I'm talking a whole new dimension."

My vagina clenched, for about the tenth time tonight. I envisioned this exotic woman naked and crawling over my body. 

"Have you been with a woman?" she asked.

"Sorta"

She laughed. The guys turned their heads but she waved them off.

"Gretchen, there's no sorta. Either you had sex with a woman or you didn't."

"Well, my best friend and I fooled around in our senior year. Curiosity and all that. There were a couple others, too."

"Did they fuck you?"

I stopped walking. Janelle turned toward me.

"What," she asked, "too direct."

I stood with my mouth open.

"How's this, did they insert a finger inside you? Did you play with their boobs? Did any of them eat you or you eat them? Does that help?"

I still could not find my voice. She smiled again and slipped her arm through mine.

"Let's keep walking. Gretchen, let me tell you what I think. I know you like showing off. I know you like people looking at your naked body. I suspect you like the idea of exciting people by showing your body. I also know you get seriously turned on. I could see how wet you were getting. When you looked at my drawings, I knew you got a rush. So, I know there is some interest there. What I'm offering is a fun way to explore that interest."

"Janelle, I don't know."

"Hey, no need to answer now. Just think about it. I'm willing to bet that when you think about it, you'll be playing with yourself."

I couldn't think of a single thing to say. She was so right. First Jacob and now Janelle. Was I that much of an open book? Was my "secret power" not really a secret? We walked behind the guys in silence for a while.

Janelle leaned into me. "You also like looking at those two tight butts, don't you?"

I giggled and nodded.

"You want to fuck them?"

Giving into the charged atmosphere of her questions, I answered. "Well, first I'd like to see what's behind those pants."

"Yeah, they both get so hard drawing you."

"You noticed?"

"Of course, I stand next to them. From what I can see Zeke seems to be packing a bit more than Eli. But we'd have to do much more complete examination to make a final determination."

"We?"

"Told you, I'm open."

Arriving at the Commons we got our cones and sat around a table. We were trading some background. When it came to Janelle, she finished her cone, wiped her mouth and grinned.

"I suppose you noticed I am not white bread like you three."

I started to say something, but she cut me off.

"It's no big deal. You three are white. Me, well let's say I have a lot of color in my background."

Janelle explained that her father is African-American and her mother is Native American with a little Mexican mixed in. Her father's father was African-American. 

Her skin was light brown and smooth as silk. She kept her thick, black hair in a long plait that highlighted her Native American heritage. Her face was a mélange of all the races producing a unique, exotic result. If she were five inches taller, she could make a killing modeling. At five feet five she was not going to walk the runways. She had a tight figure with what appeared to be quite small breasts and a round butt. In any sized crowd, Janelle would stand out.

And, she wanted me. I did begin to wonder how sex would be between the two of us.

*** In art history class on Friday, Zeke and Eli wanted to know what I really thought of their work.

"I like both of them," I said. 

"We like drawing you," confessed Eli.

I slowly raised my index finger and said, "Yeah, I guess you do."

"God, that's embarrassing," said Zeke.

"But, we're only guys," he added, "and you are freaking beautiful. Our other friends cannot believe we get to see you naked. They are all like thinking of signing up for class. I guess when you see someone dressed and then know that they are posing nude, it sorta makes if really sexy. I mean that's why we get turned on. You're someone we know and you're hot. Sorry, if getting aroused bothers you."

"Don't worry I'm only yanking your chain."

"I wish," said Zeke, half under his breath.

"You'd like that?" I asked.

Just then class started. For the first time in Art History, I felt time drag on. I wanted to continue this conversation with the guys. This just might be the opening I was looking for. None of us had any classes that afternoon and we decided to go off campus for some sushi. We walked to a popular place and ordered a variety of dishes.

"So, let's put it out there," I said.


Girl Power Ch. 02



They looked at me. "You really want me to jerk you guys off?"

I had to use every ounce of control not to collapse in laughter watching their expressions.

"God, no, that's not what I meant," said Zeke.

"So, you wouldn't like me jerking you off?"

As I was finishing that last sentence, our waitress arrived. By the look on her face, I knew she heard what I said. Grinning from ear to ear, she served our plates and asked if we wanted anything else. When no one responded, she looked at the guys and emphasized, "Anything? Are you sure?"

I cracked up and held my palm out. She slapped it and went to take another order. We dug in and enjoyed the food.

"Ok," I said drinking the last of my Diet Coke. "Let me ask a question."

They stared in silence.

"Do you guys get off after drawing class?"

Zeke and Eli looked at each other. "Guys, it's a simple question. Do you guys jerk off after watching me in class?"

Zeke slowly nodded. Eli joined him.

"Alone or in your room together?"

"God, Gretchen, you're making me freak out," said Eli.

"Hey, it's a normal thing, especially if you are not sleeping with someone. I don't think you guys are. Right?"

They nodded.

"All right to make you feel better, I can hardly wait to get back to my room and get off. I am super horny all during class and like just make it to my room. And, let me tell you, it's awesome."

"What about your roommate?" asked Eli.

"She doesn't mind. In fact, I think she's beginning to like watching me do it."

"You let her watch you?" said Zeke.

"Absolutely. It makes it sexier having someone there."

Zeke played with his food. 

"So, do you guys do it together?" I asked.

"No way," said Eli. "I do it in the bathroom," he said without making eye contact with anyone.

"Me, too," admitted Zeke. "Unless Eli is going to be out of the room for a while."

"Cool," I said. "See we can talk about these things."

"Well, since we're talking honestly," said Zeke, "What's it feel like to be naked in front of people?"

I looked at both of them, ate a California roll and said, "It is a fucking rush."

"Don't know if I could do it," said Eli.

"Has a girl ever seen you naked?" I asked. He smiled and said yes. 

"How about you?" I asked Zeke.

"Had a couple girlfriends," he answered.

"Ok," I continued, "So, I suppose you liked these girls seeing you naked?"

"Yeah," agreed Eli, "but it's different. We were having sex, so of course we are going to be naked."

"Yeah, but I'm talking about the part where she's looking at you naked. Do you like that?"

Both guys agreed they did.

"Well, it's like that being in front of the class, except I don't plan to have sex with everyone in the class."

"Great," said Zeke, "That means you might have sex with some of the class."

I laughed. "Actually, I've been thinking about fucking..."

They hung on my words.

"Janelle."

Their mouths dropped. "Just fuckin' with you, guys. But, gotta admit it probably would be good sex."

"Wow," said Eli. "She is incredibly hot. Just thinking of the two of you together is driving me crazy."

"Are you hard right now?"

He blushed, smiled and nodded.

"Cool," I said.

"Me, too," added Zeke.

"Sweet, a two-fer," I said.

We laughed. Finishing our food we said good-bye and headed back to our dorms.

I told Morgan all the details. She kept shaking her head.

"I can't believe you talked to those guys like that," she said.

"Why not, it's just sex."

Shaking her head, Morgan said, "It'll never be 'just sex' for me."

"Morgan..."

She thought for a moment and then said, "Yeah, never say never when it comes to sex."

I showered, studied for a while and went to sleep. I was too tired to even think about masturbating. As I drifted away, I wondered if Morgan were disappointed that I didn't let her listen to me having an orgasm.

*** The weeks sped by. I was so busy with classes and modeling that I couldn't believe we were half-way through October.

The modeling was now more of a job than an adventure. We were only meeting once a week and I enjoyed doing it; still got a mild kick from being naked in a room of people; but the hot buzz had faded to a distant hum. Still, the money was good and I became better friends with Eli, Zeke and Janelle.

The third Friday in October was always celebrated as Founder's Day as the college recognized the man who started the school and gave it a shitload of money. There were all kinds of organized activities and a huge bonfire at night. Homecoming was traditionally the following day.

There was one activity that was not organized by the school, but was as much of a tradition as all the others. The Founder's Day Naked Mile Run was held on Friday morning. Since there were no classes on Founder's Day, I heard there was always a great turnout. The Run started at the farthest eastern part of the campus and wound its way through the two quads, around the Commons, past the athletic fields and ended at the statue of our founder. The event ended with all the participants singing the Alma Mater and dancing around the statue.

When I first heard about it, I got really excited. Then, I learned the tradition was that it was men only. When the college opened it was an all-male school. They kept the Naked Mile as a men's event. I think a lot of the women through the years were relieved. Even though I wouldn't be running around naked, I liked the fact that Zeke and Eli were considering participating.

"Go on," I urged them. "It'll be fun."

"Sure, you just want to see my impressive manhood," Zeke said.

"Well, you could satisfy our curiosity and whip it out now," I said. Janelle and I were across from them in a booth in the Commons.

"Don't think so," said Zeke.

"Anyway," added Janelle, "There will be tons of guys, so it's not like everyone will be looking at just you guys."

"Will you be looking at us," asked Eli.

"Fuck yes," she said.

We all laughed. Morgan came by and sat with us. 

"What's so funny?"

"Oh, we were discussing how good the boys will look in the Naked Mile Run," I told her.

Morgan's mouth opened. "Really! You guys are going to do it?"

"Thinking about it," answered Zeke.

"They're definitely doing it," said Janelle.

"Yep. Definitely," I concurred.

"Looks like we don't have a choice," said Eli.

We gave each other high fives.

"I heard you sorta need some help to get your clothes from the starting line to the finish," I said. "We'll do that. You can get re-dressed in our dorm since you'll finish right outside."

We made a basic plan and agreed to meet at a quarter of eight on Friday morning. Anticipation built all week. We began to become concerned as it rained all day Thursday. The forecast was sketchy for the next day. Janelle and I decided to take along a couple towels in case the guys needed them.

As I was standing naked in front of Morgan after having come back from modeling, I asked if she wanted to hang with us for the day.

"Are you like going to the starting line?"

"Sure. We need to get the guys' clothes."

She thought for a few seconds. "But, that means they will be undressing in front of you."

I smiled. "Yeah. Isn't that cool?"

"Gee, I don't know." Morgan said.

I pulled a chair over and sat in front of her.

"Morgan, you have never seen a naked guy, right?"

She nodded.

"You'd like to see a naked guy, right?"

She hesitated.

"Morgan, I think you know you do."

She slowly nodded her head.

"Perfect. You will see Zeke and Eli, and a couple hundred other guys. It will be totally non-threatening. You can look and be just like everyone else. We all will be looking."

"But, I've kinda become friends with them, you know, through you."

"Even better," I said. "Be honest. Haven't you looked at them and wondered what they'd look like naked. Wanted to know what kinda dicks they have?"

Morgan was now completely red.

"Maybe," she said softly. "Of course, I have no idea what a real naked penis looks like."

"Morgan, it's ok to think about this shit. It's what women and men do. That's why it's called sex appeal—it's supposed to be appealing. You are not going to go to hell if you looked at a guy's dick."

She still didn't look convinced.

"Just come with us. It'll be fine, I promise."

She smiled, "And, you're sure I won't go to hell if I look at his penis?"

"Hey, if anyone goes to hell it'll be me for killing you if you ever call it a penis when we are out in public."

We laughed together.

"Besides, you'll only go to hell if you look at their dicks AND balls."

Morgan snorted and howled. I went out to meet some other friends. We ended up going to an upper class dorm and drinking. I was feeling high as I finally crawled back into my bed that night.

Friday morning was overcast and slightly chilly. I thought that being able to wear clothes today was not a bad thing. Morgan and I dressed and met Janelle at the Commons. We grabbed coffee and bagels and headed across campus. Janelle and I each carried a back pack to hold the guy's things.

Arriving at the starting point we saw at least two hundred guys. Most were dressed in sweats and were milling around both to keep warm and to burn off some of their nerves. We found Zeke and Eli. We had brought coffees for them and they thanked us.

Around eight a senior stood on top of a picnic table. He was wearing a bathrobe. Using a megaphone, he shouted until he got everyone's attention. He reviewed the route and explained the etiquette of the run.

"Look, assholes, the administration sorta turns a blind eye on this, but that doesn't mean there aren't some rules. First, keep your shoes on. We don't want you falling all over the place. Second, don't harass any of the spectators. And by this I mean, do not wag your willies at the ladies. If you think you're so attractive, they'll find you. Third, keep on the paths that are marked. Fourth, if you get too excited, and for those slow-minded out there, I mean if you get a hard-on, just keep running. Try to get in the middle of the pack so it's not too obvious. Fourth or fifth, who gives a shit what number, after we reach Big Ben, we sing. We then get dressed. This is not a free pass to wave the flag all day long. Cover it up. If you think it's funny to go chat up some girls with your dick sticking up, then you may just get busted. This is fun and no one complains. Don't make it into something it ain't."

Most of the guys were nodding as he spoke. I noticed a few were either still drunk from last night or had started early today. 

"Ok, we start in three minutes. Time to strip." He opened his robe and tossed it and the megaphone to a blond girl standing by the table.

I heard Morgan gasp.

"First time for everything, sweetie," I whispered in her ear.

"Ok, guys, let's get it going," said Janelle.

Zeke and Eli looked at each other and broke out laughing. They started pulling clothes off. In a few seconds they each were down to boxers. Without much hesitation they shucked them down and deposited them in the backpacks we were holding.

I made no attempt to be coy. I checked each guy out.

Zeke, true to Janelle's prediction, had a thick cock. It wasn't unusually long, but it looked mean, especially since it was a shade darker than his skin. His balls hung low and I'd have to say it was pushing a ten on the Peter Appreciation Scale.

Eli's looked tiny in comparison. It was pale, skinny and short. His balls looked really tight. I put that hopefully to either nervousness or the chill in the air.

The whistle blew and hundreds of naked guys started making their way to the path.

Janelle and I gave each guy a slap on the ass and shouted good luck. Morgan was speechless, a condition that I hoped would go away at some point.

We watched dozens of bouncing dicks run past us. Morgan almost fainted when a tall guy with a long, white dick waved.

She moved her hand in a semblance of a wave.

"Someone you know?"

"My lab partner," she gasped. "Oh, my god, how can I ever work with him again?"

"Morgan, he seemed happy to see you," I said, and then caught myself, "I don't mean like having a hard-on, just happy that you were here. I don't think he will be embarrassed."

We took a shortcut across the campus. All along the path people were two or three deep cheering on the runners. Most of the spectators were women, but there were some guys. I suppose they were too shy to join in. We arrived at Big Ben, that's what we all called the founder's statue, before any of the finishers arrived.

We heard a cheer and then around the corner came the senior who made the announcements. His big dick was flapping and flopping. I was duly impressed. Not that I've seen a lot of dicks. There were the two guys I slept with, the one guy I gave a BJ as a Truth or Dare at a party, the five guys who I played a cutthroat strip poker game with and most of the guys in our group in high school. We went skinny-dipping on Senior Skip Day. And, oh yeah, there was Arnie, one of my best friends, who was confined to a wheelchair after an accident. I used to give him lots of handjobs and an occasional BJ. He appreciated it and I liked it. So, well, I guess I have seen a few dicks.

Now the number of dicks flashing by was overwhelming. I recognized a bunch of guys from various classes. I also liked the variety of naked butts on display. 

Zeke and Eli were in the middle of the pack. We gave them a shout out as they streaked past us to get into the big circle around Big Ben. Right behind them was a small guy with a big hard-on. It was the only one I saw.

The guys had their arms around each other's shoulders and started singing the Alma Mater. As the first note rang out, the skies opened and it started pouring. We girls stepped under the archway to our front door. The guys sang both verses and then gave a huge shout. They high-fived and fist-bumped each other, probably too pumped from adrenaline to notice how cold they were. Finally they ran toward us. I noticed the cold had started to take effect. Both guys looked a little shriveled. We tossed them towels.

"Quick, get inside before you freeze."

We hurried up to our room, the guys holding the towels in front.

"Let me check the showers," I said. "You should get under some warm water."

The coast was clear and they went into the bathroom. Ours was a girls only floor, but guys could use the bathroom if someone stood watch outside. I parked by the door. Five minutes later, the guys came out with towels wrapped around them. Back in our room, we congratulated them on the run.

"How about a picture?" asked Janelle.

They guys smiled and looped their arms around each other.

"Really, guys," she said. "What's with the towels? We've seen it all."

"I just don't want pictures of my dick all over the internet," said Eli. "Someday, I will be looking for a job, you know."

"Guys, there were like a thousand phones taking pictures and videos today," she said.

"Yeah, but we'd be lost in a bunch of other naked guys. That's different than standing here."

"Ok, how about this?" suggested Janelle. "Gretchen and I will stand next to you. We'll cover the good bits with our hands. Morgan can take the picture."

Zeke and Eli looked at each other. Slowly, a shit-eating grin appeared on each face.

"Works for us," said Zeke.

They peeled off the towels and tossed them away.

It now was a more sexually charged atmosphere. They weren't with hundreds of other guys. They were standing naked in my room. I noticed that the warmth was loosening things up and said so.

"God, my nuts were like in my throat," said Eli. "It was freaking cold."

Janelle handed her phone to Morgan. I placed mine on the desk beside her.

Morgan looked shell-shocked. With the guys in the middle and Janelle and I on the outside of each of them, we asked if they were ready.

Getting a nod, we cupped their crotches. I was next to Zeke and couldn't believe how big he felt in my hand. I squeezed a tiny bit. He pushed back. I felt a slight increase in size. Morgan took several pictures with both of our phones.

"Let's switch," said Janelle.

I released Zeke. His dick was much thicker now.

I stood next to Eli. I could see that Janelle must have done the same, because he was no longer tiny. Cupping him, I felt his dick jump. I slid a finger underneath his balls and probed a nut. He gave a little yelp. After Morgan took all the pictures, I slipped my hand around his semi-erect shaft and pulled it up. Janelle was doing the same. In seconds both guys were hard and upright. Morgan's mouth hung open. 

Zeke's dark dick curled slightly toward his stomach. It looked to be as thick as my wrist. Eli's was surprisingly long, given what it looked like soft. His balls had tightened up and so he looked like all dick. I motioned with my eyes to Janelle and we switched positions again. I took Zeke's hard-on and stroked it. Janelle did the same with Eli.

"Hmm," I said, "I wondered what these bad boys would look like. They made such nice tents in your pants during class."

Morgan kept staring.

"Would you guys mind if Morgan sorta joined us?" I asked.

"As long as one of you keeps doing what you're doing, it's just fine with me," said Zeke.

"Me, too," chimed in Eli.

I motioned Morgan to come over. She shook her head.

"They really don't bite," I said. "Come on."

Keeping hold of Zeke's erection I reached out with my other hand and took Morgan's hand. I pulled her next to us.

"Stand here and I'll take a picture," I said.

"Oh, no, I couldn't," she protested.

"Morgan, relax. It's just fun."

I stepped aside and pushed Morgan next to Zeke. I focused the camera. "Ok, cover them up."

Janelle used both hands to cover Eli's shaft and balls. Morgan was a deer in the headlights.

"Zeke, can you help Morgan?"

He took her hand and placed it on his balls and then positioned her other hand to shield his rigid shaft. Morgan was sweating and her cheeks were crimson.

"Say 'Blow me'" Janelle, Eli and Zeke called out. Morgan looked like she might faint and showed a weak smile. I took a couple shots and asked the guys to turn around. "Ok, ladies, grab some buns."

Janelle started playing with Eli's tight ass. Morgan timidly placed a couple fingers on Zeke. After a few more clicks, I said, "Perfect."

The guys turned back to us. 

"Now, what?" asked Zeke.

"Now what what?" Janelle said.

"You can't leave us like this?"

"Sure, we can," said Janelle. "You have to learn control and not let yourself get all excited."

"Come on," Eli whined. "You guys were playing with our dicks. What'd you expect?"

"What do you want?" I asked.

"Well, how about if you, you know, use your hands, or something."

"You want us to jerk you off?" I said in mock horror.

"Uh, yeah, I guess," said Zeke.

"Go sit on the bed, we have to talk," I said. Pulling Janelle and Morgan into the corner, I whispered. "What do you think?"

"I wouldn't mind, but I hate to just give in to them," said Janelle.

"You can't be serious," said Morgan. "You're willing to masturbate them. Right here! In my room!" Janelle and I exchanged a glance and shrugged.

"Maybe that sounds a bit weird," I admitted.

"A bit?" said Morgan. "It's crazy."

"But, it would be kinda fun," said Janelle.

The three of us were silent for a minute. "How about this?" I offered. "We offer to jerk one of them off, if—and only if—the other guy does himself at the same time."

"Ooh, I like that," said Janelle.

"You two are completely insane," said Morgan.

"Look, Morgan, think of it as an advanced sex ed class. You never saw a naked guy before. Now, two cute guys are a couple feet away with hard-ons. Now, you can see what it looks like when a guy cums. And, you will see a guy get himself off. Hell, Morgan, this is like a master's level course."




Girl Power Ch. 02



Morgan slowly shook her head, but didn't say anything.

Standing back in front of the guys, I looked at the erections standing up from the two laps.

"Ok, guys, here's the deal. One of us will jerk one of you off, only if the other guy jerks himself off while we watch."

They looked at each other. "Uh, I don't know," said Zeke. 

"Well, that's the deal. Take it or leave it," I said. "Of course, you both could jerk off while we watch, but then you wouldn't have one of us touching you."

Eli leaned in and whispered to Zeke. After a minute, Zeke nodded. "Ok, but we get to pick who jerks one of us off."

I agreed, but heard Morgan gasp behind me.

"And, we get to see your tits."

"That's not part of the deal," I said.

"Yeah, well, it's only fair since we are naked. We should at least get to see something."

I turned and huddled with my friends.

"Gretchen, there is no way I am showing those guys my breasts," said Morgan. "I don't care if we get to see them masturbate. There's just no way. This is crazy enough already. I am not going any further."

"Fuck it," said Janelle. "I'll flash them. They already saw your tits, Gretchen. I want to see them cum."

I faced the guys. "Final offer. Janelle will flash her boobs and I will jerk one of you off."

"Uh, Janelle has to keep her boobs in sight until we cum," said Eli.

I looked at Janelle and she nodded.

"Ok," I said. "But, Morgan gets to choose who I jerk off."

"I never said..." Morgan began. Janelle touched her arm to silence her.

"Ok, deal," Eli said.

We looked at Janelle. She smiled and pulled her sweatshirt over her head. Underneath she had a long-sleeved tee shirt. In a second that joined her sweatshirt on the floor. She wore a thin black bra. Her small breasts filled out the cups and her nipples pushed through the thin fabric. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, let the straps slide down her arm and then cupped her hands over her breasts as the bra fell to the floor. All sets of eyes were on her. She looked at me and slowly revealed her breasts.

They were a little lighter in color than her face and shoulders. The contrast made them stand out and attract attention. Although small, they were perfectly formed mounds topped by dark areolas and darker nipples. Each nipple was hard and stood out proudly. The guys stared with their mouths slightly ajar.

Janelle pinched her nipples and pulled out her breasts. As she released them, they bounced on her chest. I felt a tug in my gut looking at the milk chocolate orbs.

"Ok, Morgan, choose," said Janelle.

Morgan looked from Janelle's naked breasts to the two erections in front of her. She had a dazed look and appeared to be frozen in place. I slipped an arm over her shoulders and said, "It's ok, honey, just point to one of them."

Slowly, Morgan raised her hand and pointed at Zeke. I smiled since I found his dick to be the more attractive. I knelt in front of him and grabbed his shaft. He squirmed and smiled at the same time.

"Hey, Eli, get going," called out Janelle, as she played with her nipples. Eli took his own shaft in hand and started moving up and down. 

I moved my hand. I felt the friction against the dry dick. "This needs some lube," I said. Bending, I slipped my mouth over the young man's cock and took him inside. I could hear Morgan gasp.

"Oh, shit," cried Zeke as he felt my tongue move over his shaft.

"Fuck, that is so unfair," whined Eli. "Hey, Janelle..."

"No fucking way, dude. Just keep stroking it."

Pulling off, I now had a wet dick to play with. In seconds I added some pre-cum to make my hand glide better.

"Hey, my dick needs some serious lube," called Eli. "Seriously."

Janelle sighed and went to him. "Such a baby," she said. She bent and quickly swallowed his thin shaft. Eli groaned with excitement. When he was covered with her saliva, Janelle stood back up and motioned for him to take up the task. Eli stroked up and down. He, too, was able to add some pre-cum and make it easier for him to play with himself.

Morgan leaned into Janelle and asked, "Did they both just cum? Is that what that stuff is?"

Janelle slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her close, her naked breast pushing into Morgan's arm. "Honey, that's pre-cum. When a guy gets excited, it oozes out. Helps to let a guy slide into a girl. Then the girl gets wet and all sorts of good things happen."

Both guys started grunting as their climaxes approached. "Getting close," muttered Zeke. 

"Good boy," I said. 

"Me, too," said Eli in a raspy voice. Janelle released Morgan and knelt in front of Eli. "Come on my tits."

That was it for Eli. His next stroke resulted in a strong rope exploding and landing on Janelle's chest. "Come around here quickly, Morgan. Watch."

Morgan stepped up and looked as two more streams shot up. Janelle bent forward to catch some white liquid on each breast. She added her hand to Eli's and pumped to extract a couple weaker eruptions. She rubbed his tip on her nipple. Eli groaned and spurt two more times. One landed on her small breast and the other coated both of their fists. Janelle leaned in and licked the tip of Eli's dick as it extended from their fists. She cleaned it and then licked their fists clean.

After watching his friend and Janelle, Zeke could not hold back. He exploded as I pushed his dick back to direct the eruption toward his chest and stomach. I pumped him while squeezing his balls and the flow continued. As his last burst was just about to escape, I captured his dick in my mouth and took the few remaining drops. Zeke moaned as my tongue pushed into his pee hole. 

Releasing him, I sat back on my haunches. I scooped some cum from his chest and offered my finger to Morgan. Morgan shook her head, but I took her hand and pulled her close.

"Just taste it, honey. Go on."

Morgan lowered her head and I slid my finger inside. Morgan sucked it clean. She held it in her mouth and then slowly swallowed, making a funny face. I pulled Morgan's face to mine and kissed her. I shoved my tongue inside and could detect a slight taste of Zeke's sperm. I teased Morgan's tongue and was pleasantly surprised when she dashed her tongue inside my mouth. In a second it retreated and Morgan stood up. Her face was crimson and covered in sweat.

Janelle looked at the boys, lying spent on the couch.

"If you guys want, you can clean my tits with your mouth."

The guys stared at the cum-covered breasts. As much as they wanted to suck on her tits, they were not sure they wanted to taste cum. 

"Uh, too bad. Gretchen?"

I quickly moved and took one breast wholly into my mouth. Ever since Janelle exposed her boobs, I was wondering how they would feel. I pulled one dark and hard nipple into my mouth. I licked it clean and sucked the hard stub. Before moving on, I asked Morgan if she wanted to do the deed. She shook her head. I moved to the other small mound and repeated my cleansing. This time I finished by biting down on Janelle's nipple and sucking hard. Janelle cried out and pushed her chest against my mouth.

When I finally released her, Janelle sat down, breathing hard. She looked at her extended nipple and could detect slight teeth marks around her breast.

"Fuck, bitch, that turned me on." Janelle ran her tongue along her lips as she massaged her breasts. "Wanna finish what you started?"

"Nah, I'm good," I said. "I think maybe it's time for the boys to find their clothes."

Janelle squeezed both her breasts and muttered, "Bitch. That is so fucking cold." I grinned at her. She flipped me the bird and then grinned back. "I'll get you for this," she said.

I tossed Zeke a towel and he cleaned up the remnants of his eruption. The guys pulled on their clothes. I gave them each a kiss, grabbed their crotch and thanked them for a fun time. They received similar treatment from Janelle. They stood by Morgan. She tentatively kissed Eli. I placed her hand it on his crotch. She could feel the semi-hard member under his sweatpants. When Zeke came to kiss Morgan, she surprised me by placing her hand between his legs. The look on her face indicated she was even more surprised to feel how big and hard it had gotten. When he slipped his tongue past her lips, Morgan sucked it. I was shocked when I saw that Morgan let her tongue follow his into his mouth. They pleasured each other for a few seconds. He pulled away with a happy smile and kissed her lips again.

After the guys left, we three girls looked at each other. Janelle started laughing and soon all of us were bent over double. 

"That was totally awesome," said Janelle. She had not put her top back on. "They both came so hard."

"You showed them your breasts," said Morgan. "And, you guys put your mouths on them. What did you expect?"

"I guess that was a little over the top," I admitted.

"Fuck, no," Janelle shot back. "It's not like we gave them a total blow job."

"It's the closest thing I ever saw to one," said Morgan, her face still flushed.

"See, you're getting more and more educated," I said. We locked eyes and I thought she was thinking about our kiss and if that was part of the education.

"So, how was touching your first dicks?"

Morgan's mouth moved without sound coming out. Finally, she swallowed. "I can't believe I touched two erections. And, god, I saw them both ejaculate. Plus you kissed Janelle's nipples. This has been the strangest day of my life."

"I get that, Morgan," I said. "But, did you like touching their erections?"

She blushed once more and nodded. "They're so hard."

"That's the whole idea of erections," said Janelle. Morgan seemed to have no more words.

I was still tired. "I think a nap is in order. Remember we have the bonfire tonight and homecoming tomorrow. It's going to be a hell of a weekend."

"Yeah, you're right," said Janelle. "I admit it was an adrenaline rush with Eli and Zach and I'm crashing. I guess I should head back to my dorm."

"Or," I said, "You can crash here. We can share my bed, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind," Janelle said as a smile crossed her face.

"Is that cool with you, Morgan?" I asked.

"Sure. I think I'll nap for a bit. Then, I have a ton of work to get done. Right now, I have to go to the bathroom."

As soon as she left, Janelle pulled me to her. Her lips crushed mine. "I'm finally going to sleep with you. And, I'm going to get back at you for teasing my tit."

I kissed her back and stepped back. "Janelle, we can only sleep. No making out and definitely no fucking, including playing with my boobs. That would freak Morgan out. I think she's had all the sex she can handle for today."

"This was hardly sex," said Janelle.

"For her it was like an orgy," I said.

"Ok, but you have to promise we can hook up at another time, otherwise, I might not be able to control myself."

"No, promises. But, it's certainly within the realm of possibilities."

She kissed me, only this time it was soft and hot. I responded and in seconds we were exchanging tongues. I slid a hand to her breast and she shivered. Just then I heard the door opening and we broke apart.

Morgan looked at the two of us and noticed our labored breathing.

"Not interrupting, am I?"

"Nope, just talking about the fun with the guys," I said. "Let's get to bed."

Janelle said she had to go to the bathroom and wanted to wash her tits. She pulled on a shirt and left the room.

I took Morgan's hand and brought it to my lips. "Are you ok, Morgan?"

"You kissed me, Gretchen."

"Yes, it was an impulse. You have nice lips."

"God, does that mean I'm gay?"

"No, honey, it just means we kissed. Did you hate it?"

"I think I liked it. I got sorta excited, you know, down there."

"That's normal, Morgan. Don't let it bother you."

"Actually, Gretchen, it was a good bother."

I smiled and she smiled back. I moved to her face and kissed her again. This time she really kissed back. I was surprised at the heat and intensity.

"Wow, Morgan, you're a great kisser."

"Now, I know you're putting me on."

"No way. That was a hot kiss. Did it affect you again?"

Morgan looked at the floor and nodded. I lifted her chin and kissed her again, this time using my tongue. Morgan let her body fall against me and when I pulled my tongue back, hers followed. I sucked on it. I moved one hand to her breast. Morgan sucked in a breath and pulled back.

"I can't, Gretchen." She eased my hand from her breast.

I kissed her softly and told her I understood. 

"You know, Morgan, if you want to, you know, relieve some pressure, you can do it."

"With Janelle in our room?"

"Sure. I'm quite sure she masturbates. Maybe the three of us could do it together. I know I'm super horny."

"Gretchen, I can't do that. Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about. So, we'll all just take a nap. Is that ok?"

"Well, maybe if you gave me one more kiss, I might be able to go along with it."

I pulled her mouth to mine. This time it was tender. I ran my tongue along her lips. She let her tip touch my tip. I sucked it into my mouth and her breath was hot and fast.

We heard the door and broke apart. I thought this was the second time in a couple minutes that the opening of a door interrupted a kiss with a sexy girl. I couldn't honestly say which one was better. I looked at Morgan and her open face. My heart leaped in my chest with a feeling of great tenderness. At that second, I realized how much I felt for her. Never would I want to hurt her and told myself to tread carefully with her.

Janelle came in and peeled her shirt off. She unzipped her jeans and pushed them down. She was wearing a hot pink thong. It was obscene how good it looked on her. Morgan was standing behind her and stared at the tight buns. I pulled off my top and dropped my sweats. As per usual, I was commando underneath.

"Ooh, I didn't know we could go that far," cooed Janelle.

I let her see me look at Morgan and said, "It's ok, you can keep those on."

Morgan sighed in relief and began breathing again.

Morgan pulled the drapes closed. She took off her sweatpants, but left the rest of her clothes on and crawled into bed.

I let Janelle get into my bed and she scooted over to the wall. I followed her, pulled the covers up and called over my shoulder.

"Wake me up if I sleep too long, Morgan. We can have lunch together."

"Sure." 

I moved behind Janelle and spooned her. She pushed back. Her hands slid her thong off and I felt her naked ass push into my pussy. Calling upon all my strength, I resisted the temptation to touch the naked woman in my arms. Janelle pulled my hand to her breast.

I kissed the back of her neck, inhaling the musky smell of sweat and perfume. "This is all for now, Janelle," I whispered. She pushed her ass back again, and then we settled down to try to sleep. I enjoyed the feel of her hard nipple against my palm as I drifted off.

It seemed like I just closed my eyes when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to see Morgan standing next to my bed. Janelle was still breathing deeply and was sound asleep. Morgan was wearing only her grannie panties below her waist. She still had on her sweatshirt above.

"It's almost one," she said in a low voice so as not to wake Janelle. "I'm hungry and want to go to lunch. Can I bring you something back?"

"I'll come with you. I'm hungry, too."

I looked at the crotch of her white underwear. I touched the inside of her thigh and ran my hand up to lightly touch the front of her panty.

Morgan sucked in a breath and jerked back. I eased out of bed and pulled Morgan to me on her side of the room. Her arms slowly snaked around me and we hugged.

"I had a nasty dream about you," I said softly. 

Morgan looked over my shoulder at the nude back of Janelle, exposed where I pulled down the covers.

"You mean you were naked in bed with that hot body and thought about me?"

I glanced back at the tight chocolate colored ass.

"Yeah, that's what happened."

I took Morgan's hands and moved them to my bare butt. 

"Oh, Gretchen, this is too much."

I kissed her and she shivered. As I kissed her harder, she squeezed my buns. 

"Gretchen, this is crazy. Can we please stop?"

"Absolutely, as soon as you let go of my ass."

Morgan laughed and with a final squeeze, freed my buns.

"They are so small," said Morgan. "Especially compared to mine."

I reached behind her and slipped my hands inside her panty and grabbed her naked butt.

"Oh my god, Gretchen," she gasped.

"Morgan, you have an awesome ass." I squeezed it and kissed her again. I heard Janelle cough and released my roommate and stepped aside. I turned to see Janelle starting to stir. She still had her back to us.

I faced Morgan and cupped her crotch. I felt the heat and sensed moisture. I could also detect a thick patch of pubic hair behind the panties.

Morgan swayed at my touch. "You are a sexy woman, Morgan. Very sexy."

Morgan stepped back and sat heavily on her bed. She slowly shook her head, trying to regain control.

"What time is it?" Janelle was now sitting up. Her breasts looked so good as she stretched.

"Time for lunch," I said. "Let's get dressed."

Janelle climbed out of bed and stretched again facing the both of us. Morgan stared at the thin dark strip between her legs. Janelle turned and bent to look for her thong under the covers. Her pussy opened and we both saw the bright pink and a quick view of her butt hole.

I touched Morgan's foot with mine and mouthed, "Wow."

Morgan blushed.

The three of us dressed and headed to the Commons. We sat with a couple other friends and exchanged stories about our male friends that we saw naked earlier. I'm sure Morgan was pleased we left out the masturbation part. We did show them the pictures.

"Not fair," said Joanie, one of our friends. "You guys got to grab their dicks. I just watched them go by."

"Yeah," said Sarah, "but at least I got to see Josh naked."

"Josh, the basketball player?" I asked.

"Josh, the guy she has wet dreams about," said her roommate Joanie.

Sarah licked her lips.

"So, did it live up to your imagination?" asked Janel.

"It was awesome," said Sarah. "Totally awesome."

The girls chatted about specific guys and I felt my phone buzz. I opened it and was surprised at the text. I smiled and typed a response. Slipping the phone back in my pocket I zoned back into the conversation. We exchanged more favorites and Joanie asked Morgan which dick she liked the best.

Morgan's mouth worked, but no sound came out.

"Well, there were so many to choose from," I said, "Why zero in on just one. I think I speak for Morgan when I say, we loved them all."

The girls agreed. We finished up and made plans to meet later for the bonfire.

Janelle said she was going to her dorm to crash and work on a couple things.

Morgan was quiet on the walk back to our room. She pulled off her jacket and sat at her desk. She began to study.

I pulled off my top and dropped my jeans. I plopped on my bed and read for a while dressed only in my thong. I wondered if Morgan were all right.

"Hey, Morgan, you ok?"

"Sure. Why wouldn't I be?"

The sharpness of her answer startled me. 

"Morgan, what's up? Are you pissed at me?"

No answer.

"Was it all that talk about naked guys at lunch? I didn't mean to jump in like that when Joanie asked you about your favorite? I just thought maybe you were a little embarrassed. I'm sorry if that bothered you."

Morgan spun in her chair. Her cheeks were red and tears formed in the corner of her eyes. She looked at my nearly naked body.

"Morgan, what's wrong?"

"Gretchen, what is going on? You have to tell me. Just what is going on?"

"Going on with what?" I could see that Morgan was upset, but I was puzzled about what was causing her to be like this.




Girl Power Ch. 02



"You kissed me. You put your hands in my panties and felt my butt. You put your hand on my, on my...between my legs. You put my hand on your breast. Are you like in love with me?"

It hit me hard. What I thought was teasing and light flirting was something else altogether to Morgan. Knowing that Morgan never had a sexual relationship meant that I was the first person to arouse her. I looked at her and was overcome with conflicting emotions. She is an attractive woman, both physically and personally. I liked her a lot and was happy she was my roommate. 

"Was that your first time kissing a girl?"

"You know it was, Gretchen. It was just about the first time kissing anyone."

"Just about?" I asked.

"Duh, Like Zeke and Eli kissed me before they left."

"Yeah, but that wasn't really a sexy kiss," I said. "Or, was it?"

Morgan avoided my eyes. "Hey, what happened?"

"Zeke put his tongue in my mouth."

"He did!"

Morgan nodded.

"And?" I prompted.

"It was nice," she said and smiled. "But, not as nice as when you did it. So, like, what's going on?"

I patted the space next to me on the bed. "Come over and we can talk."

"Can you put your shirt on?" asked Morgan.

"Oh, does this offend you?"

"Not it makes me uncomfortable, sorta turned on. I don't want to be all bothered while we talk."

I grabbed a tee shirt and pulled it on. Morgan sat next to me on the narrow bed as we rested our backs against the wall.

I held her hand. "Morgan, I don't know where to begin."

"Why did you kiss me like that?"

"Honestly, I didn't think about it. You looked so cute and I felt so close to you. I just did it. But, then it felt so, so good that I wanted more. I'm sorry. I should've talked to you about it or something. It was really sexy. Besides, you kissed me back."

"Gretchen, please be honest. Are you gay?"

I wanted to laugh, but knew that would offend Morgan. "No, Morgan, I'm not gay."

"But you said you felt sexy kissing me."

"Yes. That is so true."

"But, doesn't that make you gay? And, you touched me, Gretchen. Touched me where no friends touch each other. Doesn't that make you gay?"

I pulled her head and rested it on my shoulder. "Morgan, I told you that I enjoy sex. Sometimes being close to a woman feels so good. And, yes, I have had sex with girls. I told you about Lisa. She and I did it, actually we sorta did it a lot. Still, that doesn't mean that most times I prefer sex with a man. I don't consider myself gay. I think the real question you have is, are you thinking you're gay?"

Morgan's breath caught and a second later she started sobbing. I pulled her down and held her in my arms. I let her cry with her head resting on my chest.

Stroking her hair, I tried to comfort her. "It's ok, Morgan, let's talk about it."

"Gretchen, when we were kissing I was feeling like the time I masturbated. I mean I had the same sorta feelings between my legs. So, I'm thinking I must be a lesbian."

"Morgan, this is your first real sexual experience. I think you are discovering that sex is powerful and something that makes you feel good. I don't think that because you have these feelings makes you a lesbian. I think that you are just learning about sex. The fact that the first time is with another girl, well, that's just the way it is. How about when you felt Zeke's erection? Did you have any of those feelings?"

Morgan paused and then said she did.

"You liked touching him, didn't you?"

"Yes."

"And, you probably felt excited between your legs, right?"

"I did."

"And, when you guys kissed, did you like that?"

She couldn't look at me, but nodded.

"Did you feel that between your legs?"

She nodded so softly, I barely noticed it.

"So, Morgan, this is all new for you. Don't worry about it, enjoy it."

Morgan was quiet for a long time. Her head rested on my shoulder. She then straightened up and looked at me. "What if I'm falling in love with you?"

She looked away as soon as she spoke. I could feel her crying.

"Morgan, honey, look at me."

Slowly she lifted her head. "Please don't cry. I now understand I was being so unfair to you. I thought it was fun and that I was helping you understand your body and what it can feel. I never meant to lead you on."

"I know," she said between sobs. "I'm such an idiot. I know that you would never want someone like me. Especially when you could have someone so sexy like Janelle. Or, one of the guys."

I took her face in my hands and pulled her close to me. "Morgan, I would make love to you in a second and I would do it before I ever even considered those other people. You are beautiful, smart and so, so nice. But, I'm beginning to understand that it would mean different things to each of us. To me it would be wonderful, hot sex with someone I like a lot. To you, it would mean giving your virginity to someone. That's a big step, honey. I'm not sure you're ready."

"You really would pick me over those others?"

"Yes."

Morgan chuckled. "I don't believe you, but it sounds so nice I think I'll pretend to believe you."

"Can I kiss you, Morgan?"

She nodded and puckered up. I gently let my lips find hers. The intensity surprised me and I pulled us close to each other. 

"God, you are the best kisser," I said.

"Thanks."

"How about this, Morgan. Let's concentrate on being friends. Let's see how that goes. If we can do that, maybe then we can decide if we want to have sex. I mean real sex. Like all the way sex."

"You mean kissing each other in places besides our lips?"

"See, you are so smart."

Morgan initiated the next kiss. "I can do that, I guess. Anyway, I still get to see you naked."

"Yeah, maybe I'll have that pleasure with you some day."

"Don't hold your breath," Morgan said and kissed me. "Well, don't hold your breath for too long."

"How about if we get off together?"

"Like masturbate together?"

"Yep."

Morgan fell into another long silence. Finally, she said, "I could try it, if we are in our separate beds and I can keep the covers on."

"God, you take half the fun out of sex," I said. Letting her know I was just kidding I then added, "Still, half the fun is better than none of the fun."

Morgan hugged me. We still had time before dinner and before the time we were going to meet our friends for the bonfire.

"How about now?" I said.

"Now, what?"

"I'm horny. Let's do it now."

"Gretchen, it's daylight."

I laughed so hard I thought I was going to pee myself.

Morgan was getting pissed. I caught my breath and said, "Morgan, don't get mad. It's just that I never think about time when I want to get off. I do it when I need to do it. Sex is not just for at night, with the lights off and the shades drawn. Come on, honey, take a baby step with me."

Morgan remained quiet. I took the first step and pulled my clothes off. "I'm getting in my bed and I'm going to have a really, really big orgasm. Go on get under your covers."

I pulled down the bedding and crawled in my bed. I pulled the covers up to my boobs. Spreading my legs I let my hand come to rest on my pussy. Greeted by hot dampness, I started playing with my clit.

"Oh, Morgan, this feels really good. Come on, join me."

Morgan stood and moved beside her bed. Slowly she lowered her pants and pulled off her socks. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her sweatshirt over her head. She now wore only her panties and her bra. I could not help but stare at her chest. The thick bra hid two large, creamy boobs. I couldn't imagine what they would look like freed from their entrapment. Morgan blushed deeply as I continued to stare.

"Wouldn't want to give me a little peek?" I asked. "They look so beautiful."

Morgan grinned, shook her head and got under her covers.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she said.

"Take your bra off."

"Gretchen, I don't think..."

"Take it off, Morgan. It will be so much better."

Morgan sighed and pulled the sheet over her head. After a few moments of struggle, she dropped the formidable garment on the floor. 

"Do you like the way your boobs feel without a bra?" I asked.

"It's strange. I at least usually have a tee shirt on. I feel like I'm doing something really naughty."

"You're doing something really natural, Morgan. Now, let's get to the fun part. Slide your hand under your panties." I saw Morgan hesitate. "Or, you could take them off and add them to the pile."

"I've never been naked in bed," she said.

"So, who's going to see you? It's lots more fun if you aren't wearing underwear."

Morgan wiggled out of her panties and deposited them on top of the growing pile.

"Imagine that, Morgan is naked."

"Don't make me think of it. I might scream."

We both laughed. "Ok, now start out slowly rubbing your pussy."

I could tell her arm was moving and I let my hand begin the familiar motion.

"Feel good?"

"Very. You're right it's a lot sexier without underwear."

"Play with your nipple with one hand and keep stroking with the other."

Morgan followed my instructions and soon closed her eyes and her tongue protruded slightly from her rosy lips.

"Are you wet yet?"

A second later, Morgan whispered, "Yes."

"Ok. Use a finger inside while your thumb rubs your clit. And, keep playing with your boob."

A low groan escaped her lips and I assumed she was following my instructions. I was doing the same, only three fingers were inside me. Morgan was lifting her hips and rolling her head back and forth.

Her eyes were still closed. I couldn't stop myself. All thoughts of not pushing the sexual boundary between us were disappearing faster than a morning fog. Maybe she was ready to take the next step. I know I wanted to. Sometimes my power controls me as much as I control it.

I slipped out of bed and crossed over to her. I lifted the covers and crawled in next to her.

"Gretchen! What the heck are you doing?"

"I want to be next to you."

"No. This isn't right. I can't do it with you here. Please go back to your bed. God, Gretchen, I'm naked."

"So, am I, honey." I kissed her gently. She initially held back, but then relented and kissed back. My tongue slipped into her mouth as I moved tight to her body. I could feel my breast push into hers. She made a sound that came deep from her throat.

"Gretchen, this feels so sexy. I can feel your breasts next to mine. But, I can't touch myself with you here. Honest, I can't."

I smiled and told her, "You don't have to, sweetie."

I slid my hand down her stomach to rest on top of her thick bush.

"Oh, my god. Oh, my god, Gretchen. Please, no. This is so wrong."

I pushed down and let my finger rest on her hard clit. She grabbed my wrist and tried to pry it away. I used my other hand to loosen her grip. I let my finger slide along her lips, thrilled by the hot wetness I encountered.

"Gretchen, that feels too good. Oh, it's wrong. Wrong." Her head was rolling back and forth, her tongue extended out as her eyes clenched tightly. 

I moved my finger up and down slowly. Morgan stopped talking and struggling. Her legs moved apart a couple inches. I stroked harder, ending each movement by rubbing her clit. Morgan's hips were rising to meet my efforts.

I moved my mouth to hers and we kissed. Our tongues wound around each other. As I plunged deeper into her mouth, my finger penetrated her sex. Morgan cried out. I slowly began pumping my finger in and out of her vagina. I did not go deep in case she still had her hymen.

"Oh, no, please don't," she whimpered. When I added a second finger, she pulled her face back and drew in long gulps of air. I moved my free hand to her right breast. The soft pillow could not be contained by my grasp. Pinching her nipple, I picked up the pace of my fingers down below.

Her nipple was now hard and stiff. I grabbed the top of the sheet with my teeth and pulled it down. Morgan shook her head, but made no sound.

My eyes took in the splendid sight of her large breast. The milky white skin served to show off her large pink areola and dark red nipple. I fondled her breast and moved my mouth to latch onto the nipple. Morgan made sounds, but no words escaped her.

I sucked her nipple and lashed it with my tongue. By her reactions, I judged that Morgan had at least two orgasms so far. I was not finished. 

Releasing her nipple, I kissed her other breast and then slowly kissed my way down to her navel. I tongued that sweet depression and kept moving south.

"No, you musn't, Gretchen. That is too much. I can't have you kissing me there."

I pushed my fingers inside her and put my mouth on her pubic mound. Her hair was thick and soft. The blond curls tickled my nose. "I want this more than anything else, Morgan. More than anything." 

Her hands were entwined in my hair. She tried to pull me up, but I forced my face between her legs. Her scent nearly overpowered me. It was the most erotic sensations I had ever experienced. I moved my body so that I now rested between her thighs, my legs dangling off the bottom of the bed. Kissing her thighs, I could see her wetness flowing freely.

Wanting to wait no longer, I pressed my mouth to her lips. If she pulled me off at the point, I would relent. I did not want her to look back on our first time as some sort of an assault. From this point forward, she could have control, even if she did not know it.

She cried out and began to shake. "Tell me if you want me to stop, honey." Morgan grunted. I paused. I felt her hands on the back of my head, her fingers wrapped in my hair. At first she tugged. I offered a slight resistance. Suddenly, she pushed my face hard against her pussy. "Gretchen, I'm ready. Please make love to me."

I pushed my tongue far into her canal and took her clit between my fingers. Her taste was strong and sweet as her juice covered my mouth and chin. I drove my tongue in and out in rapid succession. Morgan screamed and her thighs clamped around my head. She yanked me by my hair and this time pulled me from her pussy. A stream shot from her pussy, covering my chin and face.

Her body contorted with the seemingly endless orgasm. Not wanting to push it any further, I wiped my face on the sheet and moved up to take her in my arms. I pulled the covers up and with Morgan's head resting on my chest, I softly stroked her hair.

Finally her breathing returned to normal and she kissed my neck.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"I have no damn clue," she said. "I can't even begin to describe how that felt. It was like I was out of my body. So, that's sex? Wow. God, Gretchen, I think I peed the bed."

"No, you squirted. It was awesome and beautiful. Remember this is just a glimpse of what sex is like."

"But, I didn't do anything to you," said Morgan.

"Honey, just being able to touch and kiss you. Watching you have an orgasm like that and knowing I was responsible. Well, that was beyond joy."

"Oh, Gretchen, I love you."

"Yeah, and I love you."

"I never want this moment to end," Morgan said and timidly rested her hand on my breast.

"Morgan, this is only the beginning. I promise you the best is definitely yet to come."

"How could it be any better?"

"Let's see. We can do this lots more. You can practice masturbating until you can really give yourself humongous orgasms. And, you can go out with Zeke."

Morgan rose up quickly. "What?"

"Yeah, I got a text from him after they left. It was when we were at lunch. He wanted to know if you were dating anyone. I told him no. He couldn't believe it. He thinks you are the most beautiful girl he's ever seen. He also said he never had a better kiss in his life. He asked me if I would put a good word in with you."

"Zeke thinks I'm beautiful? I can't believe it."

"Believe it, girl. You are a hot cookie. I say go out with him. He's really nice and smart, which I know must rank high on your checklist. Plus, you got to feel his hard dick. From experience, I can tell you that is a very nice dick. I say all that is the start of a beautiful relationship."

"Gretchen, this is all too much. Just a few minutes ago, I was a complete sex geek. Now I've had sex with my roommate and a cute guy wants to take me out. I will never be able to cope."

"Morgan, what have I told you about never?"

Morgan laughed, grabbed my breast and said, "When it comes to sex, never say never." She bent over and put an almost chaste kiss on my nipple. Grinning she looked up at me.

I kissed her. I knew that the rest of our year together was going to be a hell of a lot of fun. I had just learned the biggest lesson about my power. I used my body to bring Morgan to a new understanding of herself and her own sexuality. I had two guys cumming because of my influence. A hot, exotic woman was dying to take me to bed. If I could influence them, I knew I had a power that had almost limitless potential. I was looking forward to learning more about girl power. 

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Note: Depending on what you, the readers, want there is a lot more to explore with our group of college freshmen. If there is interest, there will be more tales of how Gretchen is learning to use her power. 



Girl Power Ch. 03



After my roommate and I shared our first sexual encounter, I held her close, our bodies tight to each other in her narrow dorm bed. I sensed she was sleeping and let myself drift off. Even though I did not have an orgasm, I enjoyed a sexual satisfaction knowing I gave Morgan her first orgasm with another person. Morgan is beautiful and the most open and trusting person I've known. I hope this journey into intimacy will not change our friendship or cause her anxiety and anguish.

I woke later. We had shifted into spooning while we slept. I was behind Morgan and one hand held her ample breast while my pussy was pushed against her soft butt. My nipples began to harden as they pressed into her naked back. Pressing my nose to her neck I inhaled her scent. I savored the soft fragrance of her skin, the subtle aroma of her body wash and the fruity smell from her shampoo. I also detected a whiff of womanly sexual arousal. I realized it was probably on my own face and chin. When Morgan orgasmed, she also squirted. I was covered in her hot and delicious essence. 

I could feel my own arousal building as I held her naked body. I did not have a release before and the memory of our intimacy and the sensations of skin on skin mingled with the exotic mélange of aromas were driving me crazy. I started slowly pumping against her rear.

"Mmm," Morgan moaned. "Wow, how long have we been sleeping?"

I turned my neck and saw the alarm on the night stand. 

"Two hours, sweetie."

"Gretchen, you're holding my breast."

"God, Morgan, you are so smart." I squeezed the large, soft mound and rubbed my palm along her nipple.

"Yes, I am," she said, catching her breath, "and now you're playing with my breast."

I kissed her bare shoulder. "You didn't mention that we are naked in bed together. Morgan is naked. Morgan is naked. Morgan is naked..."

"Stop it," she said giggling. "Don't rub it in."

On cue, I fondled her breast and pinched her nipple.

"God," she said in a soft voice. I played with her boob some more until her hand landed on top of mine and stilled the movement.

"Can we just talk?"

"Shit, Morgan, we just had sex for the first time and already we're at 'we need to talk'."

I tried to make it sound like a joke, but even I heard it come out harder than I intended. Morgan stiffened in my arms and pulled my hand from her breast.

"Sorry, sweetie, that was supposed to be funny. Guess it didn't come out that way."

Morgan rolled to face me, keeping the covers pulled to her chin.

"Gretchen, be honest with me, what happened before?"

I stroked her cheek. My heart rushed as I saw the tender, but confused look on her face. I wanted to hold her and protect her. I also knew that I was the cause of the confused look.

"Morgan, we had sex. Well, I had sex with you. It was the most beautiful experience. I loved making love to you. I loved your body."

"Oh, God, Gretchen. I can't believe we did that. No one has ever even seen me without clothes and you, you saw all of me. You kissed me...down there."

"Yes, I did. It was awesome."

"But, it was so wrong," she said and tears formed in the corners of her eyes.

"No it wasn't. It was good. Sex is not bad, Morgan. Don't tell me you didn't enjoy it, 'cause I know you did. You came and you came hard. Morgan, you squirted. Not many girls can do that. So, I know you liked it."

Tears streamed down her cheek. "Gretchen, animals like sex. I never thought that I would do something like that."

I rubbed her tears away with my thumb. Wanting to kiss her, I moved my face toward her.

"Not now," she said and pulled back.

"Morgan, just a little while ago you were so happy. You kissed me. You told me you loved me. Hell, you kissed my tit. Now, you're pulling away from me. What's going on?'

"Oh, Gretchen, I'm so sorry. It's just that I'm also so confused. What we did was a sin. It was wrong. Of course, I loved it at the time, but I'm supposed to be able to control myself."

I took her hand and brought to my mouth, lightly kissing her fingers. I had to exert tremendous control not to smile, since I could detect the smell of her sex on her finger, where she had plunged it in her pussy a short while ago. Remaining sober, I tried to sympathize with her.

"Morgan, I get that having sex for the first time can be emotional. I truly understand it."

"Gretchen, the first time I had sex in my life was with a girl. So, not only did I sin by having sex, but I sinned by having homosexual sex. God, I can't believe any of this."

Morgan started sobbing heavily. I pulled her head to my chest and held her as she cried. At first she was stiff, but after a few minutes she let her body relax and draped an arm across my tummy and held tight as she tried to get herself under control.

My mind raced with how I should handle this. I cared so much for her and did not want her to regret the beautiful moment we shared. I idly stroked her hair and back as her sobs morphed into occasional gasps and finally into raspy breathing.

"Morgan, you know how much you mean to me, don't you?"

"I think so."

"Well, you do. I think you are the sweetest and nicest girl I know. And, you are the sexiest. So, for me, you are a big bundle of sensuality. Nice and sexy. Kind and funny. Smart and caring. I wanted to, no, I want to be close to you in every way. Sex was just part of it. If we never had sex again, well, honestly I would really bummed, but you would still be my best friend. If what we did freaks you out, then let's just chalk it up to a crazy afternoon. The last thing I want is for you to not be my friend, my roommate."

Morgan was nodding as I spoke. "I don't want to lose you either, Gretchen. You make me feel so special."

"That's 'cause you are."

"But, I'm so confused," she said.

I held her and thought about what must be going on inside her head.

"Ok, Morgan, I think you need to talk to someone about this. You can't talk to me, because I'm part of what's confusing you."

She snorted and laughed, "Part?"

"Ok, main part. But, you need to talk to someone."

"Like who?"

"Is there a professor you like?"

"Not one that I'd want to discuss having sex with a girl."

I held her and stroked her back while I thought. "Ok, this would not be for me, but how about a chaplain?"

Morgan squeezed me and said, "Would you think I was a total wuss if I did talk to a chaplain?"

Morgan was raised Catholic and had always played within the lines. For her having sex with me was way outside any line she could conceive. I had a feeling she needed someone who could understand the human and religious issues confronting her.

"Morgan, I think it's just what you need. I say go over tomorrow and see if anyone is around."

"Might not be anyone there on a Saturday," she said, "But, thanks, I'll go."

"Great," I said. "Maybe we could sin some more before then. You know, give the chaplain lots to work with." I leaned in and kissed her nose.

Morgan let out one of her belly laughs, "You are too much, Gretchen. But, you sure do crack me up."

I kissed her lips. Her eyes were open and after a moment she kissed back. Our breasts were pushed together and I felt my nipples hardening. I started to slide one hand around to touch her breast.

"No, Gretchen, please. I can't do that right now. Don't get mad, please. I need to figure all this stuff out."

I kissed her lips again and said, "Sweetie, no one ever figures it all out. Sometimes we just plunge ahead and figure it out along the way."

"I'm more of a figure it out and then plunge ahead person. You know, pre-med, and all that."

"Ok, no pressure from me. Remember I love you and will always be your friend."

"Always is a very long time," said Morgan.

"Thank you, Confucius. Now, let's get dressed and go to dinner. Then, we have the bonfire. What if Zeke asks you out?"

"Oh, heck, do you think he might?"

"Never know. But, say he does?"

"Gretchen, I don't know what to say."

"Hey, just tell him you have to check with the chaplain first."

Morgan snorted and slapped my butt, covered by the sheet. "You are so mean."

"Relax, Morgan, if he does, say yes and see if you like going on a date."

"You make it sound so simple."

"It is," I said and kissed her. "It really is."

Morgan kept her eyes closed after my kiss. She licked her lips and smiled. "See, that's what's so confusing. You're giving me dating advice and making out with me at the same time."

"Yeah, life's a bitch," I said and laughed. "Let's go." I started to pull the covers off.

"Uh, Gretchen, maybe you could hand me my underwear."

I stood and faced her. "Morgan, look at me."

She let her eyes run up and down my naked body.

"You like looking at me, right?"

She nodded.

"Did it ever occur to you that I might like to look at you? So, just this once, let me see you."

"You saw me before when we were, well, you know."

"I want to see all of you. Do it this one time. I'll never ask you again. Please."

"You know no one's seen me naked."

"So, I'll be the first."

Morgan took a deep breath and swung her feet out of bed. Still clutching the sheet in front of her she moved to the edge. She tugged the sheet free from the bed and stood, still wrapped up.

Looking at the floor, Morgan shook her head back and forth.

"Morgan, look at me."

She raised her head.

"I love you. I am going to love your body. Give me the sheet, sweetie."

Morgan took a deep breath and handed me the sheet. I took it and dropped it at our feet.

I slowly took in every inch of her naked body. To her credit, Morgan kept her hands at her side and her eyes fixed on mine.

"My God, Morgan, you are so beautiful. Amazing."

She blushed. "Thanks for being kind."

"Kind, my ass. You are simply amazing."

Morgan is a couple inches shorter than I am. She weighs a little bit more than I do, but it's well distributed over her body. She probably would have a little muffin top in tight jeans, not that she ever wore them. Morgan has a full figure. I guess I'd call her big-boned. If she were a little taller, she'd be more like a Victoria's Secret or plus-sized model than a runway model. Not fat, just full. Her breasts are large and firm. They sorta point out to each side as they sit high on her chest. Her large pink areolas surround eraser-sized dark pink/red nipples. She has a waist that flares to her womanly hips. I admire her legs, also feminine and firm.

Her bush is wild. Long blond curls stretch from the top of her mons across her thighs and hang down between her legs. I cannot make out her lips behind the thick mass. As unusual a look as it is for girls our age, I get a rush looking at her thick bush. Images of fertility goddesses float through my mind.

"Morgan, you are incredible. Could you turn around?"

Slowly she spun until I was staring at her butt. It is full, but could in no way be described as fat. There was no cellulite and her cheeks looked firm as well as full. I ran my hand along one cheek. Morgan took in a sharp breath.

"Sorry, I just had to touch this magnificent bum."

"You mean huge, not magnificent."

I bent and kissed the white flesh. "No, honey, I mean magnificent."

"God, not only do I have a seriously over-sexed roommate, I now know she is totally deranged." 

"If that means, I'm crazy over your ass, Morgan, you are right."

I stood and grabbed her shoulders so she faced me. I pulled her to me and we kissed. I felt her breasts against mine and I pushed my pussy into hers. Grabbing her butt with two hands I melded out lower halves together.

We kissed for several seconds and then Morgan pulled back. "Let's get dressed, Gretchen."

I nodded and we started to pull on clothes.

We sat with a bunch of friends at the Commons, but didn't see the guys or Janelle. One of the other girls, a senior, invited us over to her dorm for some beers before the bonfire. Morgan begged off to do some studying, but I went along. Morgan and I set a time and place to meet up later.

I knew the senior from my modeling job. She worked in the office at the art center and processed my paychecks. We had talked a couple times and hit it off. 

In her room, we were joined by her roommate and two other seniors. We started drinking and talking about school and other things. While on my second beer, my friend, Debra, told the others I did nude modeling.

"I could never do that," said Fran, her roommate. 

"Why," I asked, "you look like you have a good figure."

"It's not that," she said. "I just can't imagine stripping in front of all those people and letting them watch me. How could I face them afterwards?"

"That part doesn't bother me," I said feeling the effects of the beers. "Actually, it's kinda a rush."

Debra looked at me and turned her head to the side. "How so?"

"Well, I guess I am an exhibitionist. And, so I get a rush when people see me naked. Plus, I know I am affecting them. You know, like I have some power over them."

"What kind of power?" asked one of the other girls.

"Like I give the guys hard-ons."

They all laughed. Debra said, "With most of the guys on campus, that's not so special."

We laughed again and I said, "Sure, guys are horny all the time. But, I know the guys in my class are hard because they are looking at me. That's another rush."

Jenny, a tall redhead, said, "I get that. I probably could model nude."

"Bullshit!" her friend said. "I bet you would chicken out before you sat in front of a bunch of kids our age nude. You hardly can get changed in front of me."

"No, really," she said. "I could see myself doing it."

I know I should have kept my mouth shut, but I just couldn't. "Hey, let me get in touch with the professor. I bet he would go for having two models for a session. We could do it together."

The redhead looked at me as her mouth dropped open. "You're kidding, right?"

"No, Professor Adams is cool. I bet he'd like to pose the both of us. It would be something different for the class."

Her friend egged her on. "Go on, Jenny, you said you could do it. Now's your chance. But, I doubt you have the nerve to do it."

The redhead took a long drink of beer. She glanced around at the others in the room and said, "Fuck it! If he says yes, I'm in."

We all cheered her. I took a closer look at her body. She's taller than I am by an inch or two and looks to have a decent figure under the layers of clothes she wore. I got her number and told her I'd give her a call at the beginning of the week. The class met at four on Thursdays for two hours. She said she could make it.

It was time to go out for the bonfire. I texted Morgan and told her I was on my way. She texted back and said she'd meet me. When I arrived I saw Zeke, Eli and Janelle standing with Morgan. We all hugged each other. Eli had a bottle of wine hidden inside his parka. We all, except Morgan, took a drink. 

The bonfire was cool and we hung around enjoying the warmth and visiting with friends. Janelle said she was invited to a party and could bring friends. I saw Zeke and Morgan talking and said I was up for it. I tugged Eli and made him commit to go with us.

Zeke said he and Morgan were just going to walk around the campus a bit. I caught Morgan's eye and winked. She smiled and we went our separate ways.

I arrived back in our room around one in the morning. Morgan was in bed. I was trying to be quiet, but the amount of alcohol I had resulted in terminal clumsiness.

"God, turn a light on, Gretchen, before you kill yourself."

"Didn't want to wake you," I semi-slurred.

"Maybe slamming the door might have already done that," she said.

"Oops. My bad."

"Are you really that wasted?"

"'Fraid so. They had some kinda punch at the party. Mighta overdone it a bit."

"Really?" Morgan said, as she watched me struggle to get my sweatshirt over my head. In a second I felt her gripping it and freeing it from my body.

"Thanks. You're the best."

"I assume you're sleeping as usual."

"You got it, baby. Bare ass all the way." I knew I was being obnoxious, but thought I was also being funny.

Morgan sighed and lifted my long-sleeved tee shirt off. My boobs bounced free. I fell back on the bed and she removed my boots and socks, undid my jeans and pulled them down. 

She stared at my thong. 

"Everything must go," I said.

She grabbed it and pulled it free. We both remained motionless as she knelt between my legs, her face inches from my damp and ready pussy.

"Kiss me, Morgan. Kiss me there."

Morgan put her hands on the insides of my thighs, running her fingers lightly along the surface. I groaned and spread my legs wider. 

Morgan pushed on them and stood up. "Under the covers, Gretchen. You need to sleep."

"Um, kiss me?"

Morgan kissed my forehead. "'Night, Gretchen."

"Love you, Morgan. You're the best."

If she replied, I never heard her.

It was past noon when I could move my head off the pillow. The blinding light seared my eyes. I could barely make out that Morgan's bed was empty. I wanted to sleep, but had to pee. I pulled on my tee shirt and stumbled down the hall. After using the toilet, I looked in the mirror and almost shouted. There was a strange creature staring back at me. I made my way back to the room, grabbed a towel and headed to a shower. After twenty minutes of alternating between hot and cold water, I began to feel mildly human. Back in my room, I brushed my hair, pulled on some clothes and decided I needed something in my stomach.

The Commons was just winding down brunch, but I managed to grab the last batch of pancakes and some bacon. I filled two mugs with black coffee and took a table near a window, happy I was wearing shades. As I slowly ate my food, hoping it wouldn't come surging back out, a shadow crossed in front. I looked up to see Jenny, at least that's what I thought her name was.

She asked if she could sit and I nodded. I was already on my second mug of coffee and the caffeine was beginning to kick in. I pulled a bottle of Advil out and swallowed four pills with the coffee.

"Rough night?"

I looked at her, pulled down my sunglasses and glared at her. She pulled back. Maybe it was the red rims of my eyes or the snarl on my lips. 

"Uh, yeah, I guess you don't need to talk about it," she said.

Pushing the glasses back up, I finished the coffee and made to get up for another mug. I fell back once and Jenny took the mug. "Black?" I nodded and she went to fill it.

I accepted the mug with a nod that set my brain ricocheting around my head. Closing my eyes, I counted stars until the pain receded. 

"Maybe this isn't a good time to talk," Jenny said.

"Maybe? Sorry, I'm not trying to be a bitch. As long as you talk quietly and I don't have to do too much, it's ok," I replied and sipped my coffee.

"Well, I sorta wanted to talk to you about that modeling thing."

I squinted and tried to make sense of what she meant.

"You know, joining you to pose nude. For Professor Adam's class.? On Thursday?"

Slowly it came back to me. Her friend had goaded her into agreeing to pose. Now, she probably had cold feet and wanted to back out. It was fine by me. I didn't give a shit. All I wanted was to get back to my dorm and crash in bed.

"Hey, look, if you don't wanna do it, don't. But, I can't talk right now. Come by later, like, well, like tomorrow and we can talk."

Jenny nodded. "Sure, but it's not like I don't want to do it, it's more like I'd like to know what to expect. You know, like what do we wear, what kinds of poses..."

"See, now we're talking about it. Jenny, my fucking head is about to explode. Let's do this tomorrow." I gave her my dorm and room and slowly made my way to my dorm.

Still no sign of Morgan. I collapsed, fully clothed, on my bed, pulled a pillow over my head and tried to silence the freight train running on a track from ear to ear. As the sounds faded to a low rumble, I welcomed sleep.




Girl Power Ch. 03



It was about four o'clock when I struggled to open my eyes. Morgan was at her desk working at her computer. My mouth was dry and I hoped I hadn't been snoring with my mouth open.

"Hey," I said.

Morgan turned and smiled. "Ah, she lives."

"Not so sure," I said. "You wouldn't happen to have any water?"

Morgan pulled a bottle out of the mini-fridge, uncapped it and handed it to me. I drank half of it down. I then searched my pockets and found the Advil. I took four more and finished the water.

Slowly I eased myself up on the bed. The pain was much lower than before, but still my brain seemed to pound. I smiled at Morgan and shrugged my shoulders.

"You know, Gretchen, you really make me feel a lot better about not drinking."

"Fuck you, goody-two shoes," I said. We both smiled, knowing we were just teasing.

"You were out early this morning," I said.

"Well, I wanted to get some things done and Zeke asked me to go with him to the football game."

"Shit, I forgot all about the game. Who won?"

"We did, I think. It was my first football game and I had no clue what was going on. I just cheered when Zeke and the others did."

"So, you had a date with him. Cool."

"I wouldn't call it a date-date," said Morgan. "We just went to the game together."

"Did he ask you to go with him?"

"Yes."

"Did you sit with him?"

"Of course."

"Did he buy you a hot dog?"

Morgan laughed and said yes.

"Definitely a date. The hot dog was the clincher."

She reddened and smiled.

"So, how was it—your first date?"

Morgan smiled and said softly, "It was nice. I had fun."

"Did he kiss you?"

"God, no. Like there were tons of people all over the place."

I nodded thinking how Morgan still equated anything sexual with being in the dark where no one could see you.

"He ask you out again?"

"Said he'd call me. I hope he does."

"I think he will, Morgan. Hell, why wouldn't he? You are a hot babe."

Morgan let out one of her deep laughs. "God, you crack me up, Gretchen. But, thanks for saying things like that."

"Hey, the game didn't start until one, where were you earlier?"

Morgan broke contact with my eyes and looked at her lap. "I, uh, went over to the Newman Center to see if like the chaplain was there."

"Oh, was he?"

"No, he was in his parish. But, the person at the desk said that she knew the Episcopal chaplain happened to be in the building. There was some kind of an ecumenical workshop that was just finishing up."

"They had a fucking workshop on Saturday morning? On homecoming weekend? Talk about a nerd convention."

Morgan flinched and I regretted my snarky comment. She probably was the type of girl who might have gone to that workshop.

"So, did you go see him?"

"Her."

"Really?"

"Yes, after the workshop broke up, I asked if she had a few minutes. I think she saw something in my face and asked the girl at the desk if there was a place we could meet. We went into an empty office. There were two easy chairs and we sat facing each other."

"Cool. Is she nice?"

"Well, I guess as an English major you will appreciate the irony. She is a woman priest, something we definitely do not have in our Church. And, she is gay and married."

"No shit. So, you just happen to luck into a gay, female chaplain to discuss your feelings toward your horny roommate. That is ironic."

Morgan laughed. "Yeah, I was a little freaked at first, but Elizabeth, that's what she asked me to call her, was really nice. She's 35, been married for two years and been a priest for five years. She said she always knew she was gay, but never acted on it until after college. She was in the seminary and met another woman. They hit it off and eventually became a couple. Although they broke up, it was something that confirmed to Elizabeth that she wanted to develop a life-long relationship with another woman."

"Wow, she told you all this?"

"Yeah, it sorta came out in pieces as we talked."

"So, what advice did she give you? Well, if you don't mind talking about it. If you do, I can understand."

"I want to talk about it, Gretchen. First, thank you for being so supportive and telling me to talk with someone. I feel better knowing that you kinda get me."

I thought I'd love to get her right now, but had the brains not to say it out loud. She looked adorable sitting across from me.

"She was great. I told her about us and, you know, the sex thing. She listened and asked me some questions. I also told her about never having dated before. She wanted to know if I were interested in boys. I told her maybe, but I had no experience with them. And, no, I didn't tell her how you forced me to touch a guy's erection."

We both smiled as we recalled being with Eli and Zeke after the Naked Mile run.

"So, she said that Episcopalians and Roman Catholics have some different views on homosexuality. She did say that both taught that sex was really best reserved for marriage. She then laughed and said that most people experiment with sex long before they marry. She told me that I would have to resolve what I learned growing up with my ability to make decisions as I became an adult. I pressed her on that and she said that only I could decide what was right or wrong for me."

Morgan took a break and pulled two more bottles of water from the fridge. She tossed me one and we each drank. Taking a deep breath, Morgan continued her story.

"I pressed her on that last point. She was so nice, Gretchen. She said that she could not tell me to experiment with sex. She did say that she did have several partners before she married. She also said in her heart she did not believe she was sinning."

I looked at Morgan. I longed to take her in my arms, comfort her, kiss her and tell her how special she was. I patted the bed next to me. Slowly, she stood and crossed over to me.

She sat and I put my arm around her shoulder.

"You're a brave girl, Morgan."

She leaned her head on my shoulder. 

"So, have you decided what you want to do?"

"Not really," she sighed. "I think I need some time to process what Elizabeth and I discussed. So, while I'm doing that maybe we shouldn't have, like, sex."

My heart sunk. "Morgan, I love you. And, just so you know, I want you. I mean I want to make love to you—a lot. But, I understand that you need to think about all this. So, I can agree I will not put any pressure on you. I want you to know, though, that if you decide to take another step with me that I am so ready."

Morgan turned her head to me. Tears were in the corners of her eyes. "Can I kiss you?" I asked.

She closed her eyes and our lips came together. I felt heat course through my body and I used every ounce of strength I had to refrain from pushing my tongue inside her mouth. Slowly we parted.

"I love you, Morgan."

"Love you, too, Gretchen."

Trying to lighten the mood, I asked, "Does this mean I have to wear clothes in our room?"

"Heck, no," she said. "I still want to have some thrills."

"How about you, Morgan? Do you think you can be more relaxed about going nude?"

Shaking her head, Morgan said, "I don't think I will ever be 'relaxed' about being nude. I might not be as uptight as I was, but I doubt I will be just sitting around naked."

"That's a shame," I said and kissed her lightly.

"Let's go to supper. They're having a big barbeque in the quad," said Morgan.

We grabbed our jackets and headed out. Walking down the steps of our dorm, I took her hand in mine and squeezed it. "I'm so lucky to have met you, Morgan."

She squeezed back, "I feel the same."

We met up with our friends in the quad. It seems like the five of us are becoming something of a group. I liked all of them and thought it was good that we could hang out together. The guys talked about the football game. Morgan nodded along, but I knew she was essentially clueless about what they discussed. Janelle and I didn't go to the game, so we just listened. 

Eli asked if we were going to the dance that night. As part of homecoming there was a big dance in the field house. There was going to be a dj and pizza and other snacks. We figured there would be lots of contraband beer available inside or around the grounds outside. My hangover was gone enough that I could contemplate having a beer. We agreed to join up at nine o'clock.

Walking back to our dorm, Morgan said, "I think Janelle really likes you."

"Why?"

"She couldn't take her eyes off you when we were sitting there. There was a certain look she gave you that would have burned the ivy off the walls."

I took Morgan's hand as we walked on. "Well, maybe, I guess she might. Does that freak you out?"

"Do you want to be with her?" Morgan asked.

My mind raced with different responses. Janelle is totally hot and I think sex with her would be awesome. I didn't want Morgan to think that I was just after sex with anybody. I kept debating on how to answer when Morgan spoke again.

"It's ok, Gretchen. I think she's really sexy. I mean she even turns me on a little. Not like you, but before in our room when she was naked and looking for her thong. Wow, that was something else."

I recalled how Janelle looked bending over and exposing her butt hole and pussy. Janelle had made it clear to me that she wanted to hook up. Remembering how she looked fired up my imagination.

"Yeah, that was quite a view," I said. "Morgan, Janelle is hot and sex with her would probably be great. But, I'm not looking to just hook up with anyone."

"Gretchen, have you had sex with anyone since you started college? I mean besides the time with me."

"No. I've been relying on my trusty little fingers."

We both laughed.

"I figured that was the case. Look, I still have a lot of stuff to figure out. So, if you want to, you know, be with someone, I don't want to stand in your way."

We had arrived at our dorm. I released her hand and we went up to our room. Once inside, we took off our coats and I took her hand again. Pressing it to my lips, I gently kissed each finger.

"Morgan, I'm confused myself. Let's sit down and talk." We sat on her bed. 

"I hope you understand that I completely support you in trying to figure out your own sexuality. I am so happy that you're my friend and that's what I want most. But, I think you also know that you turn me on. If we were to have sex again, I would be like so happy. 

"All that being said, Morgan, I do want to be open to other experiences. Shit, we're in college. There will probably never be a better time to experiment and have fun. So, yeah, I might like to go to bed with Janelle. I might also like to go to bed with the guys, or at least a guy. Who knows we may each meet other people here that we'd like to have sex with. That's the thing, I want to be able to explore and see what's out there. It doesn't mean I don't love you or respect you. It means that I want to be open."

Morgan nodded her head. Her hand rubbed the outside of my thigh. "I think I get that, Gretchen. But, if we were like to, you know, get back together, you know, sexually, would you still want to see other people?"

I looked at her and leaned in to kiss her softly. "Morgan, I believe you could fulfill my sexual dreams. I am not ready, though, to commit to a long-term relationship. Maybe if we were talking like this in our senior year, things could be different. This is our first year. I want to leave room for new experiences. Sorry if that hurts you."

Morgan thought about what I said. "No, it doesn't hurt me. I appreciate your honesty. It's just something else I have to add to my sorting out pile."

I hugged her and said, "Remember, Morgan, it works both ways. What if you and Zeke, or some other guy, want to take it all the way. You should feel free to do it."

Morgan laughed as I held her. "God, Gretchen, I can't imagine having sex with a guy right now. Do you think Zeke is expecting that?"

"Sweetie, you are a beautiful woman and he is a guy. Yes, he is expecting, or at least hoping, that you two will end up in bed. Count on it."

"God, this is all too much. Maybe, I should just go into the convent."

"Don't know about that," I said. As I cupped her breast I said, "But, I think you'd have a lot more fun out here."

She moaned and we kissed. Breaking away, Morgan stood up. "I have to get some work done before the dance. Thanks for talking with me. I don't know what I'd do without you."

I laughed and said, "Funny, all I think about is what I can do with you."

Morgan let out another belly laugh. "You're so bad." She sat at her computer and started studying. I pulled my laptop out and plopped on my bed. I worked on an essay that was due next week.

Around eight-thirty we started getting ready for the dance. We both opted for jeans and boots. I was pulling on a pale pink turtleneck, with just a cami underneath. I liked the way my nipples showed through the top.

Morgan was about to put on one of her large Oxford cloth shirts. I told her to stop.

"Morgan, wear that nice yellow sweater you have."

"The V-neck?"

I nodded.

"What would I wear underneath?"

"Nothing. Well, just your bra."

Morgan's mouth dropped open. "No way, Gretchen. I could not go out like that."

"Sweetie, it's time to show off the goods. You still will be fully covered. Hell, we won't even see much cleavage."

"I can't. I have to wear something underneath."

I walked to her drawer and hunted around. I pulled out a white, crewneck tee shirt. I tossed it to her. 

Slowly, she pulled it on and tucked it into her jeans. She donned the sweater and regarded herself in the mirror. 

"Gee, my breasts look so big."

I stood behind her and slipped my hands underneath each boob. "Morgan, your breasts look awesome. Believe me this is a great look for you." Our eyes met in the mirror. I smiled.

"God, the things I let you talk me into," she said and moved away.

"Now for some make-up," I said.

"I have make-up on," Morgan protested.

"You have a touch of blush. Take off your glasses."

She removed the frames. I ran my fingers through her blond hair. "Let me fix this."

I turned her toward the mirror and brushed her hair out. I sprayed it and formed into some style. I grabbed my make-up bag and rooted for eyeshadow. I found a blue that would accent her eyes. I applied it lightly and stepped back. The color made her eyes pop. I added some red lip liner and gloss. I capped it off with just a touch of heavier rouge. Her skin was so clear that I didn't want to cover up the natural beauty. She replaced her glasses and looked in the mirror.

"Holy cow! That doesn't even look like me."

"Yeah, it does. The sexy Morgan is coming out to play."

We arrived at the dance and met up with our friends. As we approached they all stared at Morgan. She whispered to me, "See, they thing I'm a freak."

"Honey, they think you are hot. I know that look."

As we greeted each other, each of them complimented Morgan. Zeke could not take his eyes off her. He asked her to dance and they moved off. A girl from our art history class walked by and asked Eli if he wanted to dance. Janelle and I stood together.

"I take it you did the make-over on Morgan."

"Just a little touch-up," I said.

"I never realized she had such a nice bod. Shit, Gretchen, next to you I think she'd be the one I want to fuck the most."

I turned to Janelle. "She's not available."

Janelle looked into my eyes. She nodded and asked me to dance.

It was a fast song and lots of girls were dancing with girls. We rocked through two numbers. When a slow song came on, she stepped up to me. I ran my hand down her bare arm and said I needed something to drink. Sighing Janelle followed me off the floor.

We grabbed some sodas from the table. "You know you're driving me crazy with your tits rubbing against that top."

"You've seen my bare tits," I said.

"Yeah, but this turns me on. Let's get out of here."

"I don't know. We can't go to my room."

"Wait here. Let me find my roommate and ask her to crash somewhere else."

She put her drink down and disappeared into the crowd. I sipped my drink and saw Zeke and Morgan moving toward the drink table. 

Zeke said something to her and walked off toward the restrooms. "Having fun," I asked.

Morgan took a big drink of soda. "Yes. I'm having a lot of fun."

"Is Zeke a good dancer?"

Morgan blushed. "Not bad." She looked around and leaned into me. "When we danced slowly, I could feel him. He was hard."

"Can't blame him," I said. "If I had a dick, it'd be hard, too."

Morgan giggled and finished her drink and grabbed another one. "I got turned on when it was rubbing against me."

"See, you are getting this whole sex thing down."

She giggled again. "Ok, what if he wants to go a bit farther?" I asked.

"Like what?"

"Like kissing you. Feeling you up."

"Oh, God, Gretchen, do you think he'd want to?"

"Jesus, Morgan. I bet every guy in this freaking field house is dreaming about feeling you up. Even Janelle thinks you are hot. Speaking of which, she sorta invited me over to her room."

"Oh," said Morgan, "like for milk and cookies?"

We both grinned. "Not exactly."

"Gretchen, we talked about this. Go ahead. Really."

"Won't piss you off?"

"Nope. You want to experiment. I think Janelle would be one heck of an experiment."

"Thanks. Love you. Besides, that leaves our room for you and Zeke."

Morgan choked on her drink. Wiping her chin, she said, "That is so not going to happen."

Taking my hand she said, "But I am going to go to bed naked and give myself an orgasm. What do you think of that?"

I could feel my pussy spasm. "God, maybe I'll tell Janelle we'll have to get together another time."

"No way. You go your way and leave me to my own fun."

Janelle and Zeke were walking back toward us. "Have fun," Morgan said. "You, too, sweetie," I answered.

Zeke and Morgan went back on the dance floor. "So," I asked Janelle. 

"Let's get the fuck out of here," she answered.

We practically ran across campus to her dorm. She opened the door and pulled me into her room. Pushing me against the closed door, she pressed her face to mine and her tongue jammed into my mouth. The heat of our kiss took me by surprise. I realized how much I had wanted this.

Her hand cupped my breast through the light tops I was wearing. I moved my leg between hers and we started grinding our pussies together. Janelle reached down and took my shirt and pulled it and the cami up and off. She grabbed a boob and sucked my nipple hard. I hadn't had anyone be this aggressive with me and I liked it. I pushed my thigh harder into her crotch.

Janelle released my boob and pulled me to her bed. She knelt and pulled off my boots and socks. Running her hands up the insides of my legs, she let her fingers push against my pussy. I lifted and pushed back. Janelle undid my belt, unzipped me and tugged my jeans past my hips and down and off my feet. Taking a knee in each hand, she spread me wide. Looking me in the eye, she slowly moved her mouth to the front of my panties. I held my breath as she approached. When her lips touched mine contained behind the damp satin, I growled. She started sucking on the fabric and alternately pushing her tongue into the crevice. 

I plopped back on the bed and grabbed my boobs to play with my nipples. I felt her fingers in the band of my panties and slowly they descended my legs. The next thing I sensed was warm breath on my sensitive lips. My breathing deepened and I cried out as her finger slid inside me. God, that felt good.

Slowly, Janelle pumped me with her finger and I spread my legs as far as I could. She added a second finger and then her tongue went to work. She lapped at my lips and circled my clit. With her other hand, she pushed back my hood and her lips captured the hard bud. As she flicked her tongue back and forth, I could hold back no longer and came. She kept pumping and licking through my extended orgasm.




Girl Power Ch. 03



I lay exhausted on the bed, gasping for breath. Janelle crawled up and pressed her mouth to mine. I greedily cleaned her of my juice and sucked her tongue inside. She rolled off and I melted into her arms.

"Good?" she asked.

"More than good," I answered. "Mind-blowing."

"And, we've just started," she said with a chuckle.

I kissed her and we made out for a long time, exploring each other's faces, necks, ears and lips. 

"Strip for me," I said.

Janelle stood and pulled off her sweater. She wore a black tee shirt and I could see her small breasts pushing against the fabric. Inch by agonizing inch she raised her shirt until her breasts appeared. Her nipples, darkened by her arousal, stood out. She bent to unzip her boots and her breasts hung down, seemingly begging to be sucked.

Standing she undid her pants and pushed them past her knees. Working each leg free she stood before me in black panties. "What do you want, Gretchen?"

"Take them off."

"Why?"

I wasn't sure what she was asking me.

"What do you want to do to me?"

I looked at her mostly naked body. "I want to eat you, Janelle. I want to eat you so badly."

She rolled her panties off. I was shocked that the narrow strip I had observed in my room was gone. Her bare lips glistened in the dim light of her room. I focused on the small, tight lips that moved seductively as Janelle climbed on the bed. With her knees on either side of me, she worked her way up until her pussy was right over my face.

"Tell me again, Gretchen."

"I want to eat your cunt."

Slowly she lowered herself until my tongue could reach out and taste her. She was so wet, my chin and face quickly became covered with her essence as she rocked back and forth. I felt I was drunk and wanted more and more. I lapped and plunged with my tongue. Janelle made little cooing sounds. I reached around and grabbed her smooth butt and pulled her down hard on my face. I rammed my tongue deep into her pussy. She cried out and leaned back to rest her weight on her outstretched arms. Her movement moved her pussy to my face. I licked up her slit and attached her clit. She was now thrusting harder and harder. 

I took hold of her hips to steady her. I moved her clit hood aside with my tongue and captured the bud with my lips. I sucked and flicked. I could feel Janelle reaching her crest. As I felt the first tremor moving through her, I bit down slightly with my teeth. She screamed and crushed my head with her knees. I released her and she fell backwards on the bed. Rolling on her side, she curled up into a ball. I molded my body around hers and held her.

We remained like that until both our bodies could relax. Janelle turned and moved into my arms. "I thought I was supposed to blow your mind," she said as she stroked my cheek.

"You did."

"Gretchen, I have never cum that hard. Never."

"Then, I'm happy."

We kissed. "The best thing is," she said, "the night is young."

That night we tried every combination of positions we could conjure up. Finally, after what I thing was my fifth orgasm, I begged for mercy. We snuggled and finally went to sleep. I peeked at the clock to see it was almost three am.

My phone was buzzing somewhere. I opened my eyes to an unfamiliar scene. Remembering I was in Janelle's room I got up and dug my phone out my jeans pocket.

"Morning, sunshine," said Morgan.

"God, what are you doing calling me this early?"

"Gretchen, it's noon." 

I squinted toward the window and could detect bright sunshine outside. "Anyway, it feels early. What's up?"

"There's a girl here said you guys were supposed to meet today."

"Huh? Who?"

"Jenny. Something about the art class."

"Shit. Ok, tell her I'll be there in ten minutes."

I hung up and started pulling on clothes. I knew I did not have time for a shower, but hoped I could at least rinse my face to clean off the smell of sex. I woke Janelle and told her I had to run. She spread her legs and I hesitated for a second. I knew if I gave in I would never make it out of there.

"Sorry, babe. I really have to go. Catch you later."

"One kiss, please."

I leaned down and kissed her. As her tongue snaked into my mouth, her hand played with my boob. 

"God, you are driving me crazy. But, I have to go. Thanks for an unbelievable night."

She pouted, then smiled and waved good bye. I stopped in her bathroom to pee and wash my face. I had a brush in my purse and tried to make sense of my hair. I still looked like I was recently fucked and figured this was the best I could do.

I jogged across campus and made it to my room in fifteen minutes. Jenny was sitting in the chair at my desk. Morgan was working on her computer, dressed in her big blue shirt and jeans. They both turned as I entered.

"Hi, sorry."

Jenny stood and Morgan arched her eyebrow. 

"So, Jenny you still up for the class?" I tried to sound cheerful, although my head was still recalling scenes from last night.

"I guess. I want to talk about what we'll do and stuff."

"Let's go over to the Commons and get some coffee or something. Wanna come, Morgan?"

"Nah. I need to get some things done. See you later."

We sat at a table with our coffees. I also had a bowl of granola with almond milk.

"So, I texted Professor Adams and he said he'd be all for you joining us for a session. He said he didn't have a budget for two models for the rest of the semester, but that you could come for the next class. He'd pay you and then we could see after that. So, what do you want to know?"

"Well, I don't know. I guess since I've never done anything like this, I feel like, I don't know, nervous."

"I get that. How about we start at the beginning. Let's just talk and you can ask any question. Don't worry if it sounds lame, I won't mind. This is my first time posing nude, too."

"Thanks. That's great," Jenny said. "So, well, like are we totally nude?"

"Yeah. Totally. Let's see, first we get undressed behind a screen. There's a robe you can wear out into the studio, but I don't bother. But, you can use it on Thursday. Then Jacob asks for different poses. We would try to do what he asks. After a while he changes things around. We get a break in the middle. It helps because holding a pose for a long time can get you all kinked up. That's about it."

Jenny nodded and played with her mug as I spoke. When I finished speaking, she thought for a minute.

"So, like what kinda poses?"

"All kinds," I explained. "Standing, sitting, lying on a couch."

"Nothing too sexual, is it?"

I figured I better be straight with her. I did not want her to freak out during the class. "I would not call it sexual. But sometimes I have to sit with my legs apart. I mean the students get to see pretty much everything, but that's the point of a life drawing class."

"Does that bother you? Having people look at your pussy?"

"Not really. The first time it actually sorta turned me on. There were a couple guys I knew and there I was with my legs wide open. They were drawing my sex. Now, it's just part of the deal."

Jenny was nodding as I spoke.

"Think you can do that?"

"God, I don't know."

"Jenny, have you ever been naked with other people, like skinny dipping, strip poker or something?"

"I went skinny dipping with some of my girlfriends once. I guess that counts."

"Has a guy ever seen you naked?" I asked.

Jenny blushed. "I haven't dated all that much. So, I guess I'd have to say no guy has ever seen me completely without clothes. A couple guys have seen my boobs and one guy sorta got a look at my puss."

"Jenny, why do you think you want to do this?

She sighed and looked out the window. "When you were talking about it, I guess it sounded exciting, like an adventure. I wanted to sound cool when I said I could do it. Then the other girls sorta dared me. I was too chicken to back down at that point.

"I'm a senior and I can say I've never done anything remotely exciting. I'm a good student, played some intermural sports, and hung around with my friends. I thought this would be different."

"It is different. Let me be a little frank, ok?"

She nodded.

"Did you get excited, I mean sexually excited, thinking about posing naked?"

She blushed again. Taking a deep breath, she said. "Yeah, I did. Is that like sick or something?"

Laughing I said, "God, no. I still get turned on. I come back to my room and can't wait to get off. It's a rush. Of course, I think I'm an exhibitionist."

Jenny looked shocked.

"Uh-oh," I said. "Too much info?"

"No. It's kinda cool that you can talk about stuff like that."

"Jenny, let me suggest something. You make think it's crazy, but I'm pretty sure it would help. There are friends of mine in the class. How about I invite them to my room and you could try it out."

"Be naked in front of your friends?"

"Yeah and my roommate, if she stays."

"God, I don't know."

"Jenny, my friends are going to be in the class. If you do it, they're going to see you. I say get it over now and you can maybe relax in the class."

"Would we like have to strip in front of them? That would be really too much."

"No, we could down to the bathroom and undress. We'd wear robes back to my room. Then we'd get rid of the robes and let the guys make some sketches of us. I'll be naked with you and that might help."

"I guess that might work. When would we do it?"

"How about I call them now? If they can come over we can do it this afternoon."

"Today?"

"Why wait. Look, if you feel too uncomfortable, then you can back out now. No one will ever know. You can tell your friends that it didn't work out with the class schedule or there wasn't enough money or something. Otherwise, I'm afraid you're going to freeze up in class and that will be bad."

"Ok. Let's do it. God, I can't believe I just agreed."

"Great," I said. "It will be fun."

"I think you and I define fun differently."

"After this afternoon, maybe you'll change your mind." I thought that once again I was using nudity to have some control over another person. By offering to show her my body, I was making her agree to show hers to strangers.

I got in touch with the guys and, surprise, surprise, they agreed to come over. I reminded them to bring their sketch pads and this wasn't just a show.

"Doesn't mean we won't enjoy it," said Eli.

I couldn't reach Janelle. I asked Morgan if she would stay. Of course she blushed, but then shocked me and agreed.

After the guys arrived and introductions were made, Jenny and I headed to the bathroom. Her hands were shaking as we stood next to the sinks. I put my arm around her. She was stiff.

"Jenny, we can do this. I'll be with you. The guys are really cool. After a few minutes you'll be fine. And, if you get too nervous, just say stop and put your robe on. No shame in that."

She smiled at my lame pun. "Thanks, Gretchen. Let's do it."

She pulled her shirt over her head revealing a tan bra. Underneath her jeans she wore matching panties. I quickly stripped and stood in front of her, hoping she'd take some courage from my nudity.

Taking a deep breath, Jenny unhooked her bra and dropped it on top of her jeans. She bent and pushed her panties off. With her eyes closed she stood ramrod straight. Her breasts were small and firm. Her nipples appeared stiff. She had a neat red bush that I thought looked lush. Her butt was kinda flat, but tight.

"Let's get our robes on and go have some fun."

Jenny was laughing at the fact she was really doing this. Carrying our clothes we were back in the room in two minutes. Zeke and Eli were sitting on my bed and Morgan perched on my desk chair. There wasn't a lot of room between the two beds, so I suggested that Jenny and I start our session by kneeling up on Morgan's bed.

The guys had their pads on their knees. I undid my robe and tossed it to the floor. Jenny looked at me and I nodded. Slowly she uncinched her robe and let it fall from her shoulders. I could hear Morgan take in a breath as her long, lean and beautiful body became exposed.

I moved close to her and snaked my arm around her waist and pulled until our hips met. Jenny reciprocated and slid her arm around me. I thought I might give her some courage by holding each other. I placed my other hand on my hip. I told Jenny to rest her free hand on the top of her thigh. The guys were already drawing. Morgan stared at us. Her legs were crossed and her face was red.

After ten minutes I called for a break. I had Jenny lay on the bed facing the others. She rested her head on her arm and I positioned her other hand to lightly cup her left breast. I leaned in the other direction with my head down toward her feet. I also propped my head on my arm and I rested my hand on her thigh.

We held that for another ten minutes. I next suggested that Jenny pose alone. Sitting facing the guys, she moved herself into a lotus position and rested her hands on her knees. Zeke and Eli stared at her and then began sketching. I sat on Morgan's knee and she patted my back. I leaned back and whispered, "God, she is beautiful."

"Oh, yeah," said Morgan and moved her hand to my butt and gave it a light pinch.

"Turned on?" I whispered again.

"Maybe!" she said and pinched me again.

I told the guys we'd do one more pose and asked what they wanted. Eli grinned and said we should pose like a famous picture that hung in the Louvre. He called it Gabrielle d'Estrées and one of her sisters. When he described it, I knew I had seen it in our art history class. It is a painting of two naked women and one of them is pinching the nipple of the other. The story is that one sister is indicating that her sister is pregnant by Henry IV of France. 

I gave Eli a death stare, but he just grinned. Figuring what the hell, I asked Jenny to sit near me on the edge of the bed. We each pulled our hair up into a bun on top. "Ready?" I asked her. She nodded.

I reached out and pinched her nipple. Jenny gasped and closed her eyes. I eased the pressure and she opened her eyes. I smiled and she returned the gesture. My own nipples hardened at the erotic nature of our pose. I could see that Jenny's other nipple was also erect. After ten minutes of alternating hard and soft pinches of her nipple, I called time. I was wet and I suspected she was, too. 

Jenny took a deep breath and then hugged me. Our breasts rubbed together. The guys clapped.

I grabbed our robes and tossed Jenny's to her. "Ok, jerks, show's over. You can run along and do what guys do after looking at a roomful of hot, naked girls."

Zeke shot a glance at Morgan and said, "Not every girl was naked."

Morgan turned scarlet. "Well, if you're not satisfied with Jenny and me, maybe I should tell Professor Adams that we won't be posing any more."

"No, don't do that. This was great. Thanks."

The guys gathered their stuff and left.

Morgan grabbed some waters and tossed us each a bottle. "We're only freshmen, this is the best we can do," I said.

"No problem. I'm really hot and thirsty."

"Hot, like in..." I said with a smile.

Jenny grinned. "You might say that."

"It's a rush. Isn't it?" I asked.

"After I knew I wasn't going to pass out, puke or pee the bed, it was sorta neat."

"Did you notice the guys were hard?" I said sneaking a look at Morgan.

"Hard to miss that," Jenny said.

"That turns me on even more," I told her. "Also, pinching your nipple was very hot."

Jenny sighed and nodded.

"As a matter of fact, I'd like to relieve some of that sexual tension."

"Now?" she asked.

"Right now," I said and stared at her.

"Do you want me to leave?" she asked, but there was something in her voice that told me she wanted to stay.

"On the contrary, Jenny, I would very much like you to not leave."

"I've never done that, you know, with someone else."

"It's fun," I said.

She looked at Morgan expressing an unasked question.

"Morgan, would you like to join in?" I asked.

Morgan looked back and forth to Jenny and me. Slowly, she nodded her head. My heart skipped many beats.

"How do we do this," asked Jenny. Her color had increased and I could see she was sweating a bit.

"How about you get on my bed and Morgan and I will be on hers?"

Jenny moved across to sit on my bed. "Under the covers?" she said.

"Uh-uh," I answered.

I put my hand out to Morgan. She slowly moved over to sit next to me.

I undid my robe and pulled it off. "I like being naked."

Jenny loosened her robe, but left it on. I leaned into Morgan. "At least take your jeans off."

She was silent for a long time and took deep breaths. Finally, she unsnapped her pants, eased the zipper down and pushed her jeans off. I smiled seeing the full panties she always wore. I made a mental note to take her lingerie shopping soon.

"How about your top?" I asked. Morgan shook her head. She had reached her limit.

I pulled my legs up and let my knees fall open. Jenny stared at my pussy as I slowly began to rub myself. She smiled and let her legs come apart. I could see her swollen pink lips poking through the red curls. He clit looked ready to burst open. Her nipples hardened as she rubbed her pussy. One hand played with her right breast while the other got busy between her legs.

"This is so strange," she said watching as I slid one finger between my lips and wet it.

"Bad strange?" I asked marveling at her white thighs, wet with moisture.

Jenny slipped a finger inside herself. "Uh," she said experiencing the pleasure. "No, very, very good strange."

Morgan was gently moving her hand on top of her panties. I pulled my hand from my breast and lifted the band of her underwear. I could see the mass of blond hair. I held the band open until Morgan slipped her hand inside. She gasped as her fingers found the target. I watched her finger gliding up and down in her cleft. I let the band go back into place and returned my hand to my own pleasure.

I progressed to the point where two fingers were moving in and out. Jenny was doing the same. The smell of sex filled the room along with the squishy sounds that accompanied our actions. Jenny could not pull her eyes from my crotch. She licked her lips as our mutual pleasure mounted.

I was closer than I thought and when my third finger entered and my thumb hit my clit, I cried out and came. I lifted my butt off the bed to help drive my fingers deep inside. Pulling my hand from my tit, I flicked my clit to intensify the orgasm. Finally coming down I noticed Morgan and Jenny looking at me.

"Well, it was awesome," I said. 

Jenny seemed to be having a problem. "Can I help?"

She nodded. I climbed over and put my arm around her. She worked her both hands between her legs. I had seen how she was pulling hard on her nipple before and took one breast in my free hand. I fondled it and she moaned. As two fingers stroked in and out and her other hand rubbed her clit, I pinched her nipple hard. She screamed. I released it and watched until her fingers were buried fully in her vagina. I pinched her nipple again. This time it was as hard as I could make it.

Jenny cried out and started shaking. She squeezed her thighs closed, trapping her fingers in place. I released her nipple and bent down to pull the hard point between my lips. I sucked hard and pushed my tongue against it. Jenny cried again and a second orgasm wracked her. I felt her body go limp. I pulled her into my arms and cradled her, feeling the after-tremors move through her long body. 

Looking over at Morgan, I saw her smile. Her hands were out of her panties and were cupping her breasts. I mouthed, "Did you come?" She shook her head. I smiled and mouthed, "Later." She smiled and nodded.

Jenny was breathing regularly and her legs relaxed and fell open.

"See, there are rewards to posing naked," I said and squeezed her.




Girl Power Ch. 03



"Thanks, Gretchen. I was at the edge but couldn't make it over. As I said, I never did this with anyone watching and I think I was nervous."

"Sorry, if I crossed the line."

"No. I think I needed it. The truth is, no girl has ever touched my like that, but it did the trick."

"Don't think about it. We were just two girls helping each other out."

Jenny pulled her robe over her and sank until her head was in my lap. She closed her eyes and I sensed she fell asleep.

"Can I have my robe, Morgan. I'm a little chilly."

Morgan brought my robe and draped it over me. "Gonna let her sleep?"

"For a little bit," I said. "Ok, with you?"

"Can I sit next to you, too?"

I lifted my arm and Morgan cuddled into me. Kissing the top of her head, I told her how proud I was of her.

"But I didn't come," she said.

"Not the point," I said. "That was such a big step for you. And, having you next to me made it like ten times more enjoyable for me."

"I thought it was looking at Jenny's fantastic body that did it."

"Morgan, no doubt she is pretty. You are beautiful."

Morgan turned her head up. We kissed and a felt a renewed heat between my legs. The three of us remained entangled until Jenny stirred about a half hour later.

"God, I think I fell asleep."

"More like passed out," I said and laughed.

"Guys, that was the best orgasm I ever had—ever. I didn't know things like that existed. Thank you both so much."

Jenny said she had to leave. She got up and facing away from us stripped off her robe. Her small, flat butt looked adorable and I had visions of feasting on it. Morgan nudged me and grinned. I think we both were enjoying the view. After Jenny dressed, she turned and faced us. She had a tentative look on her face.

"Jenny, don't be embarrassed. This was fun. I think once in a while doing something like this just makes sex so much more interesting. And, we don't need to discuss it outside of the three of us."

Jenny looked relieved. "Thanks. I mean I never, well, I told you all that. I liked it, both the posing and, you know, afterwards. You guys are cool."

Morgan stood and Jenny hugged her. I put my robe on and she hugged me. She said into my ear, "Would it be too weird if I gave you a kiss?'

I smiled and pulled her face to mine. We kissed. Jenny grinned. "Wow, this is an afternoon I won't forget. Lots of firsts today. Thanks, again. See you on Thursday, Gretchen. Bye, Morgan."

As the door closed, Morgan looked at me. "You are amazing."

"How so?"

"All these guys and girls like lusting after you. You just take it in stride."

"Morgan, like I said before, we're all just going along and figuring things out as we go."

Morgan still was dressed in just panties below her waist. "I think we have some unfinished business." I let my eyes fall to her crotch.

"Really?" she said with a wide grin.

"Oh, yeah. I say let's get naked."

Morgan laughed. "Why did I think you might say that?"

"Can I undress you?"

Morgan nodded.

I unbuttoned her shirt and let it fall. Her large breasts were heaving as I reached behind her. Undoing the several clasps I pulled her bra free. I cupped her breasts and lifted them. Bending over I gently kissed each nipple. Morgan sighed.

I knelt and eased off her panties. I could smell her arousal and my nostrils flared. I wanted to bury my face in that lush garden, but stilled my desire. Holding her hand, I led Morgan to her bed and pulled down the covers.

"You know it's still daylight out," I said.

"Shut up," she said and giggled.

Dropping my robe we eased into bed.

"Morgan, are you sure?"

"Nope, but I've been thinking about this since yesterday. I've come to a decision to at least try to let myself enjoy what my body is telling me it wants. I can't say that I have resolved all my questions, but, Gretchen, I want you so badly. Please, make love to me again."

I rolled on top of her and we kissed. As our mouths explored each other's faces, ears and necks, I moved my groin against hers. Morgan spread her legs and I could now push my pussy hard against hers.

"Oh, oh," she moaned. "That feels so good." We kept kissing as I slipped a hand on one of her breasts. I still couldn't believe how big it was. Morgan said that my touch felt good. I took that as a cue to slide down and start kissing her breasts. I sucked her nipple, using my tongue to make it hard. I could only fit a small part in my mouth, but I enjoyed having her nipple under my control. Morgan started pushing her crotch up to meet my stomach. Alternating between each breast, I spent a long time indulging myself.

"Morgan, I'm going to go down on you now. I want to see you as I do this, so let's pull these covers off."

She didn't resist as I pushed the sheet, blanket and comforter off the bottom of the bed. I angled her so that I could kneel on the floor and have full access to her sex. Morgan spread her legs wide. Kissing my way from knee to the top of her thigh, Morgan let out a series of gasps. I ignored her pussy and then repeated my kissing on her other thigh.

Morgan was playing with her nipples as I placed my hand on her pussy. She grunted and pushed back against my palm. I made slow, soft circles to let her get used to my touch. Her hips responded and there was much moisture on my hand. I ran my finger down her cleft and Morgan said, "Yes."

Softly, I rubbed up and down, avoiding her clit. The wet spot under her was spreading as she leaked steadily. I could not hold back for one more second and moved my tongue to her blood-thick lips and licked.

"Oh, my god," Morgan cried out. 

I abandoned my gentle approach and began to aggressively lick her. I also nibbled at her outer lips and finally slipped a finger inside. Morgan made a sound of encouragement and I began pumping in and out.

"So good, so good," she said.

I licked from where my finger entered her up to her clit. This time my tongue circled the hard button. From her reactions, I knew this was reaching deep into her core. I used my free hand to slide the thick hood away and licked directly onto her clit. One of my fingers inside her vagina found the rough bundle of nerves that would help drive her over the top.

"Jesus, Mary and Joseph," she cried.

The end was coming quickly. I sucked her clit between my lips and attacked the trapped organ with my tongue, lapping at it as fast as I could. At the same time I inserted a second finger and pounded her. Morgan was making sounds and her body was rocking back and forth. Remembering how she squirted the last time, I prepared to receive my treat. I moved my mouth to her opening and withdrew my fingers. I spread her lips and jammed my tongue in as deep as it would go.

"No," shouted Morgan. Then she screamed, "Yes."

Her body trembled and a rush of liquid filled my mouth. It was thick and strong. It was also the sweetest thing I ever tasted. I drank and lapped and lapped and drank. Morgan was pushing my head against her groin and I thought I might suffocate. With one last thrust of my tongue into her vagina, Morgan climaxed again and now pulled my head away. Not wanting to leave the fountain of pleasure, I reluctantly relented and let her guide me from her pussy. I crawled up and pulled her to me. Her head rested on my chest. I felt her tears running down and wetting my nipple. 

She held me tightly and there were several spasms as her body tried to return to normal. She turned her head up to kiss me.

"I'm covered with you," I said.

"I don't care, kiss me, Gretchen. I love you."

I kissed her. As our lips met, Morgan's eyes opened in surprise.

"That's what I taste like?"

"Oh, baby, you taste better than anything else in this world."

She tentatively licked my lips and chin. "Not disgusting?"

"Baby, your taste is so far from disgusting that's in a different universe. I could never imagine getting tired of this."

We kissed some more, letting our tongues explore and tease each other.

"Gretchen, I want to do something for you, but I'm so tired."

"Morgan, I would love you to fall asleep in my arms. We have so much time ahead of us. Right now, I am the happiest person on earth."

"Bullshit," she said, shocking me with the slight vulgarity. "I am the happiest person ever to live. This is going to be a good year, isn't it?"

"Morgan, this will be the best year of our lives. I know you have so much to experience. Not just with me, but with Zeke and other people."

"But, I'm not sure I want other people," said Morgan.

"Well, just try to remain open. Now, go to sleep, darling. When you wake, there are a couple things I'd like to teach you." Morgan nodded. I pulled the covers back over us. I was not just talking to Morgan, I was talking to myself. In the course of a day I had three sexual experiences with different women. I wondered if I was in charge of my sexual power or was it in control of me.

As I felt Morgan doze off, I reflected on how we ended up naked in bed. When I first met Morgan I was turned on by the power my exhibitionism had to make her start to come out of her shell. Over the last couple months, I've explored that power with her and others. I've learned that having control is one thing. By just being herself, Morgan now had some power over me. Giving into love might mean giving up some control. As I wrapped my arms around this beautiful woman, I think I learned that this loss of total control is a precious prize. Feeling contentment I didn't think I would ever feel, we slept in each other's arms.





(Although Morgan and Gretchen are only partway through their first semester of college and just embarking on their exploration of their feelings for each other, we will be taking a break for a bit. I think you can imagine some of the fun they will have. Who knows, maybe we can check back in with them later. Gretchen is still developing her sense of control and how to use her Girl Power. I think it might be interesting to see her as a woman and how that power works in her life after college. If you have ideas or comments, let me know.)