0 comments/ 68289 views/ 1 favorites Homework By: JackieL Several of my playmates have encouraged me to tell my story and relate my adventures as I explored the many faceted world of uninhibited sex. In this first meeting I will relate a little background and set the stage for all that follows. Each of the following episodes are actually reports written for my teachers as I complete, or fail, the assignments they give me. I am 29, divorced, 5’2”, 115 pounds with 34b, 23, 35 figure that I take care of with tennis and swimming. Up until just before Christmas last year I had lived what I considered a normal life, college, marriage, divorce, and a pretty good job. But somehow I felt something was missing, nothing real got me excited. There was just no zip in my life. Sex was good, but predictable, and a little short of what I had been lead to believe when we girl talked in highschool. The “hubby” was a typical Texas Red Neck, wam, bam, thank you Ma’am, at least at home. As I found out he had a lot more imagination with the chippies. Good by guy! Working on a client proposal one evening I kept getting hit from a porn site. After the thing popping up on my search engine several times I clicked on it. I am not sure why, I was bored, I was curious, and I was frustrated with my project and my life. I saw things I had never thought about. I guess I knew that such things went on, but I had never given any thought to it. At first I was shocked, I clicked off as fast as I could. I couldn’t think, I walked around the house , got a drink, and still the images flooded my mind. I went to my desk and clicked back on. I was like the fat girl at the buffet, I ran from one thing to the next, wanting to get it all, liking this thing, but always looking for the next treat. Hours flew past as I wandered a before unseen world. Feeling as if I must be mentally perverted I viewed pictures of sucking and fucking, of beautiful women in singles and couples being peed on or cum on or gang banged as I played shamefully with myself. With the rising sun I finally went to my bed. I dreamed in spurts of naked women and hard dicks as I tossed and turned for the few hours before I had to go to the office. At work that day I was totally distracted, my mind wandering to the sites I had view that previous night. I cut the work day short and as soon as I could get home I was back on the net. For weeks this went on. I did get better control of myself, and did manage to function at the job. My life revolved around porn. I saved hundreds of pictures and bookmarked dozens of site. And finally I found the story sites. Up until then the pictures were like ice cream, good, but didn’t really serve a purpose other than to help me feel better. And they did make me feel better, sometimes two or three times a night as I masturbated myself almost constantly. Reading the stories brought the pictures to life for me, adding a completely new dimension to them. I printed out stories and took them with me to read in my free time. I put myself into each story. Unfortunately I had no one to talk to about it all. Gradually I began to think about trying out some of the tales I had read. I knew that I couldn’t misbehave at home or at work, I had too much to lose. My mind started working on ways to experiment and bring to life some of the tales. My first idea was a dismal failure. I rented a hotel room in a near town. The plan was to order room service, meet the bell hop at the door naked and have him eat me as I ate dinner. All went well until the knock on the door. I was standing there completely naked and couldn’t move. Finally, after he knocked several times I called out to him to leave the tray outside. I was so pissed at myself! I cussed and called myself names for an hour. Then finally I was determined to give it another try. I picked up the phone to order my fuck and what did I find, room service was closed for the night. I started shopping for sexier clothes. I would go to malls and try on outfits with short short shirts, thin blouses and tight tops to show my tits. I bought sexy heels and stockings. I wore these in the dressing rooms and in my house, but would never get out the door in them. I needed help. I was no good at being bad! This wasn’t like anything else I had tried. At college I had professors telling me what to do, at work I was given quotas and goals, in each case I had accountability to someone. Still I was on the computer each chance I had. There I finally found the answer. I had seen the chat rooms, but had never tried them. I started just watching the conversations at first and slowly an idea developed. Here separated by the anonymous Internet I could talk to people about what I wanted. I could ask advice and direction, but I had even one more step in mind. I could ask for homework! I was hesitant at first as I entered into private conversations in the chat site, but soon found that most of the guys were really pretty nice, just real horny. It was hard getting a guy to understand what I wanted, but there are plenty of men on the web and I soon found a few willing souls. I learned that if I wanted something from a guy I had to give something in return. My first attempt a cyber sex was a thrill as I learned that I not only enjoyed it but was good at it. I think I have a real talent for cyber blow jobs. Finally I got to the point. I wanted my cyber chat partner to give me a scenario to act out in real life. I left it pretty much open to the guy to lay it out for me. The only rules I placed on the game were that I wouldn’t involve my job or get into pain or danger. Once the idea was accepted my chat partners came up with some imaginative ideas. I had shaved my pussy a few weeks earlier and I would sit and talk, role play and diddle for hours getting the game set up. My first assignment was a simple flash. It was still winter and I was to wear an overcoat and heels, and standing on a not too busy street corner flash an oncoming driver. This was a first of many firsts to come for me. I was petrified as I walked from my car to the street corner, and I wasn’t sure I would be able to do it. I kept thinking of having to face my teacher if I failed, and of how good I would feel to tell him I was successful. I watched cars approach until I was sure a single car with a single occupant was coming. He caught the light, and my eye at the same time. I smiled and waited, and when the cross traffic light turned yellow I casually opened my coat. What a thrill! The look on his face is something I will never forget. Coat still open I turned and walked off as he sat through the green light. Homework For as long as I can remember I had always been curious about sucking cock. It wasn't until my junior year in college that I finally got the opportunity. My roommate was a really nice guy, good looking and well built. From our two years of rooming together I had several opportunities to see that hunk of meat he carried around. Terry always slept in the nude and there were many mornings I would catch him on his way to the bathroom with a morning piss hard on and his cock was nice. About seven inches long, cut and slender. Just the right size in my opinion to suck. I was taking an elective psych class and we were studying hypnosis and clinical applications. Thoughts of personal applications were what was on my mind. That night I was telling Terry about it and after a couple of beers a debate began. "I don't know if I believe in that stuff," said Terry. ""Let me try it on you and let's see what's what," I replied. I began to try on of the techniques and Terry being the brainy type participated seriously. After a couple of minutes he actually went into a trance. My plan was in motion. I had just learned about post hypnotic suggestions and I had a major one thought up for Terry. After a couple of "bark like a dog" type commands I felt he was ready. "Terry, when you awake whenever you hear me say...Terry it's me Sandra then you will believe that I am Sandra. Do you understand?." I knew he had the hots for this girl in one of his classes. "Yes," he replied. I then brought him out of his trance and we laughed with him denying he was ever under. We finished off the night studying and then had a few beers in front of the TV. Friday night I was ready. Terry was going out to a frat party that night and he always came home blitzed. As usual he stumbled in around 2:00pm and shucked his clothes and fell into bed, again stark naked. I waited about ten minutes and crept into his room. "Terry," I said softly. "Umm huh," he grunted. "Terry, it's me Sandra." "Ohh, Sandra," he said dreamily. "Yes Terry, You think I'm hot right?" I asked him. "Ohh yes, you make me so hard sometimes." "Oh that's so good. I was wondering if I could suck your hard cock." There I had done it. "Yes, please Sandra please suck my cock," he replied. With that I slid the sheet down exposing his semi hard cock. I took it in my hand and began to slowly jack him off. "Does that feel good?" I asked him. "Ohhh yessss," he hissed. As my hand slid up and down his shaft a large drop of precum came to the head. I leaned over and licked the tip of his cock and removed the drop with my tongue. It tasted so good I milked another drop out. This time sliding the head of his cock past my lips. I sucked the head and milked more precum out coating my tongue with it's exquisite taste. Terry was moaning softly and was rock hard. I took more of his cock in my mouth and loved the feel of it in my throat. The hardness, the softness was so contrasting and the veins would pulse against my tongue each time his cock would twitch. More precum was flowing and I was sucking down every bit. The head would swell and the precum would pour out and I was getting delirious. Each time I went down I sucked more into my throat until I finally was rubbing my nose in his pubic hairs. I massaged his balls with one hand and began pumping him with the other into my mouth. I wanted more, I wanted his cum in my mouth. I wanted to suck him dry. Terry's breathing became louder and his moaning increased. I knew he was close. Although I wanted to suck him longer I was also desperate for his cum. I began sucking and pumping more rapidly. "Terry, I want you to cum in my mouth," I whispered and another moan escaped his lips. The precum was getting thicker and the taste was different. At one point I took him out of my mouth and a long strand connected the head of his cock and my tongue. I pumped his shaft and a large thick pearl drop come to the tip. I licked it up. Yes, cum he's getting close. I stuffed him in my mouth again and sucked harder matching my sucking motion with my hand pumping the shaft. "Ohh, ohhh, ohhhhh," he breathed. A shot of cum poured onto my tongue and I swallowed it. I pumped the shaft holding the head of his cock in my mouth. Another shot and then another. I keep swallowing. Finally it subsided and with each pump of his shaft another glob of cum poured out. The taste was great and I continued until he was dry and his cock began to soften. I licked the remaining cum from the tip and laid his cock on his belly and licked a small dribble of cum from the corner of my mouth. I had done it. Sucked my first cock dry. I was in heaven. "Was that good Terry, do I sucked cock good?" I asked. "Ohh, yes," he replied. "Although," he said raising up on his elbows," you're a lousy hypnotist." Homework When Curtis entered the Allstate Modular Homes office the agent he'd talked to last week was with a wide-eyed young couple, explaining to them the advantages of purchasing a modular home over a typical frame construction. It was the same speech she'd given to him last week. She saw him enter and said she'd be right with him. His appointment was for one o'clock. It was one o'clock now. He stood and waited patiently, even though he was anxious to show Angela the model he'd seen when he came here last week. Pam was waiting out in the car. Curtis had figured he'd walk right in, grab the agent and then go next door to the model as soon as they arrived. He really wanted Anita to see this model. If she liked it, he was going to have one built for them. Ten minutes later he was still waiting for the agent. The couple ahead of him apparently didn't give a fuck about his appointment and kept asking more questions. He didn't want to keep Pam waiting any longer. "Excuse me, I'm going out to the car to tell my fiancé that it's going to be a while," he told the agent. "Or we can come back later, if you're not busy." He didn't bother trying to mask the irritation in his voice. "Oh, I'm so sorry," the agent responded. "If you want, you can go on ahead and I'll catch up with you. The key is hanging right behind you." "Thanks," Curtis said, not feeling thankful at all. This was even better. Pam and he could look at the model in peace, without being irritated by this woman's sales pitch. He grabbed the key and went outside. When he came out alone, Pam gave him a questioning look from the passenger seat. He held up the key and motioned for her to get out of the car. Pam was dressed in a light blue short set that contrasted beautifully with her honey complexion. As she approached, he drank in the sight of her gorgeous bare legs. Thank God for warm weather. "She's tied up with somebody else," he explained. "We can check it out by ourselves until she's ready." Pam loved the house – the open foyer, the large living and dining rooms, the fireplace in the family room - and especially the kitchen. Curtis followed her around smiling at her joy as she dashed from room to room. They went up the winding stairs to the master bedroom. It was huge, with walk-in his and her closets and a sitting area. "Oh Honey, I love this place!" Pam gushed. Her happiness warmed his heart. This home was within his budget, but if it hadn't been, he would have worked three jobs twenty-three hours a day to buy it for her. He loved her that much. When she entered the master bathroom her joy turned to sheer ecstasy. She squealed delightedly when she saw the sunken tub; she loved soaking in a warm bath. She climbed in and sat down, rubbing her hands slowly back and forth along the polished edge of the tub. Her actions struck him as incredibly erotic. He imagined her sitting naked in this tub with her smooth, flawless skin glistening from the soapy water. He felt his dick throb for her. He took her hand to help her out of the tub and then pulled her to him and kissed her. Damn, she felt good. They stood with her back pressed against the double sink counter, kissing and grinding. Her hand drifted down between his legs. She felt his erection and broke their kiss. She smiled at him. "Did you lock the front door?" He hadn't. He dashed downstairs, took a peek out the front door to make sure the agent wasn't on her way, then closed the door and turned the knob latch and the deadbolt. He went back up the steps two at a time. Back in the bathroom he grabbed Pam and took some more of her sweet kisses. She unzipped him and felt inside his jeans, struggling to get at him in his briefs. When she couldn't she whined in frustration and then said, "Honey, take it out." He did, and they kissed some more as she squeezed and stroked him, enflaming his desire for her even more. He pushed her shorts and panties down and found her warm, moist sex with his fingers. The memory of her sweetness made his dick lurch in her hand. She trembled and moaned when he ran his middle finger up the length of her slit to her clit. She had a hair trigger and came quickly, and just a few circles with the tip of his finger around her sizzling nub had her shivering through her first orgasm. He unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the cups of her bra down, anxious to get at her creamy titties. He licked and sucked on each tender nipple as he fucked her with his fingers against the bathroom counter. The empty bathroom was filled with the sounds of her moans and the liquid sounds of his fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. She came again, this time more violently, her cries echoing off the ceramic tile. "Honey, fuck me," she groaned. He sat on the closed commode. She stepped out of her shorts and panties and straddled him. Her pussy was hot and slick from her orgasms, and she sank down onto his rock hard dick in one long, sweet thrust. Damn, she felt good! He gripped her ass and sucked on her titties hungrily as she rode him. She knew time was short, so she worked quickly, grinding him hard on the down stroke, trying to give him every ounce of pleasure she could to get him off before the agent showed up. It was so good but he wanted more. "Baby, let's go in the bedroom," he said. Pam lay on her back on the plush new bedroom carpet and spread her legs wide. He placed her firm calves up on his shoulders and slid his dick into her and fucked her hard, making her cry out on every deep stroke. He could feel her legs tremble every time she came. It was just starting to get really good, and he could feel that familiar tingle at the end of his dick that signaled that he was getting close to his own orgasm. Just a little more... He heard a knock on the door downstairs. Damn it! Curtis got up quickly. "Baby, she's here," he said. He hurried into the bathroom and got her shorts and panties and tossed them to her, and then tried to stuff his steel hard dick into his jeans. Oh shit... Pam giggled and said, "I'll get the door. You'd better hurry up, Honey." While she went down to open the door, Curtis winced and grimaced and after some painful struggle, managed to fold his stiff muscle back into his underwear and jeans. He still couldn't go downstairs to join them...not with the front of his pants looking like he had a couple of pairs of socks stuffed inside. He thought about baseball, open-heart surgery, dead puppies...anything he could to get his mind off the memories of his baby's sweet pussy so his erection would die down. He could hear Pam downstairs talking to the agent about counter tops and color schemes and other crap that men didn't give a fuck about. Finally he recovered enough to join them. He went down and finished the tour, and told the agent that they liked the house and was sure they'd be happy in a place like this. The agent smiled at them and said, "I'm sure you two will be happy wherever you might be." He looked at Pam. Her face was flush with embarrassment. They were back in the car and speeding down the highway. "I think she knew what we were doing," Pam said. "Uh-huh," he answered absently. Honey, I really loved that house." "Uh-huh." "Didn't you like it Honey? I could see us living in a place like that, couldn't you?" "Uh-huh." Curtis was scanning the road ahead, barely hearing what she was saying. "Honey, are you okay?" Pam asked. "No, I'm not." "Frustrated?" "Not for long," he said. He'd spotted what he was looking for – a small motel at the next intersection. He whipped the car into the motel parking lot, said, "I'll be right back," and got out. A few minutes later he returned, once again waving a key at her and motioning for her to get out of the car. They could be happy wherever they were. The End Homework I'm sentimental. I know I am. It is the little things that appeal to me. Sometimes a light touch is enough to send me back in memories alone. Most of the time though, it is just his voice. Something about it. It has always done something to me. It goes with his whole presence. To say he's cocky isn't right, just extremely sure of himself. He KNOWS he's good, and I can't exactly argue with him on most points. Even though I've been married for 9 years, and have had enough escapades before I got married, I still manage to be pretty naïve, at least compared to him. I consider myself pretty open and honest, but, he pushed me. He made me think of myself in ways I never had. I'm thinking specifically of the last time we were together. It is hard to believe it has been 8 months ago. I look back and can't believe he found me attractive, I was nearly 4 months pregnant and was starting to round out too much for my vanity to like. We met at our "usual" hotel, I'd been out shopping that afternoon, and he called to tell me the room number. Even though this was not the first time I'd met him, my heart still started beating faster. I was always nervous. More so about whether or not I pleased him, than I was about getting caught – after all, we were both married to other people. I still find it amusing that parts of that afternoon are still clear as a bell to me, while others are simply a fuzzy pleasant memory. He got up to let me in – he'd been laying on the bed watching tv. That amused me, and I'm not sure why. I suppose, I should have been more coy, more shy, but I never seem to be able to control myself. I know what I want, and have never been very good at hiding those desires. I want him, inside of me. And quickly. He liked the way I smelled, which made me laugh because I had long ago quit being able to smell my perfume. I always enjoy the way he handles me. Not all that rough, but firm. He gets his way. He even tried to give me control, but I was too shy to take it. Too unsure of myself. I remember riding him, being filled so completely and playing with my own clit until I climaxed. I remember he said I had the cowgirl down pat, that I was good at it. I remember too the way he looked at me, the heat in his ice blue eyes always made my heart beat faster. Who am I kidding, the way he looked at me while I was fucking him was enough to make me cum on its own. I wonder if he knew that. He laughed at me because my involuntary response everytime he made me cum was, "WOW". He would say he lost count of how many "wow's" there were. We were both worn out after a good hours worth of him fucking me. We lay there, exhausted, content, I was scared we'd fall asleep and be missed at home that night. I was still amazed at how much he was interested in my pleasure. I'm usually a once if I'm lucky kind of girl. And here is a guy 15 years my senior kicking my ass in bed. I'd be ashamed if I didn't enjoy it so much. That's when the questions started. He pushed me out of my comfort zone. He asked me what the kinkiest thing I'd ever done was, sadly, I had no good answer. He then proceeded to regale me with stories of his past experiences. Some were enough to make me blush, although they certainly had me curious. He had given me "Homework" before, told me to try new things or be ready the next time to try new things... It always excited me. This time, he'd asked me what my greatest fantasy was, or something along those lines. I couldn't answer. At the time, I'm not sure I really knew myself. I just had never put any thought into it. And here he was telling me to put thought into it, and be ready to tell him the next time. Sadly, there never was a next time, so I guess I'll have to try to vocalize those fantasy moments here. I'm still shy enough that I am faltering through this as I write. I guess all of my fantasies have to do with control. In my day to day life, I thrive on control. I hate feeling as if I don't have control of things in my world. I hate to ride in the passenger seat – I'd rather drive. I don't much care for being given directions, I prefer to find my own way. This should really be humorous as he had been my boss for quite a few years. I should have been used to being controlled by him, at least in mundane ways. I feel helpless when I don't have control. I get scared when I'm not in control of a situation. So, I guess, my fantasy is to lose control. To have control taken away from me, and not in a rape situation, just being handled and maybe a little roughly by someone I trust. I want to be fucked up against a wall, just held there by a body bigger than mine. Pinned. No way down, until I've been fucked senseless. Although it still is scary to me, I want to have my hands tied so that I can't touch back. I want to be driven crazy and not be able to do much about it. I want someone to not touch me as if I might break. I want someone to be a little rough with me. Part of that I guess comes from the man I married. He is always as gentle as can be with me. I'm always in control. He worries that he'll hurt me. After nine years, I want something different. Someone not afraid of breaking me. What is ironic to me, is that after that discussion, he gave me part of that fantasy without ever knowing it. He pulled me to the corner of the bed, pushed me down into the mattress, and fucked me from behind. He pulled my arms back behind me and held them there with one hand, and pulled my hair with his other hand. I've never felt more alive or sexier in my life. I was abused just a little, and it turned me on in ways I've never felt before. I suppose it made an impression on him as well, as he mentions it from time to time, being held down on the corner of the bed... I can only assume it holds as many good memories for him as it does for me. Since then, that homework has all but obsessed my every waking thought. I am always thinking of what would feel good to me, what my newest fantasy would be, and then I dream of those things happening. I've woken myself up from those dreams on several occasions, sweating, wet and dripping, and wondering how I didn't wake my husband as he sleeps beside me. He is the one who encouraged me to buy my first adult toy. My own little purple vibrator. I suppose I did when I realized that I wouldn't be seeing him any more in that capacity. I needed a release – and a battery operated device doesn't care how rough it is with you or how often it is used. I feel liberated in so many ways because of the homework he gave me that afternoon. I'm also finding that this is a bit voyeuristic as I am the one who led him to this site, and we often discuss favorite stories from here. Now, I'm writing my side of the story of the times we've been together. C'est la vie. Too late now. Homework Her name was Megan. We'd been best friends since high school, and now even in college. I loved her, you know? I loved the way she would touch my shoulder when she was making a point. I loved the way that she cuddled up against me when it was cold outside. All of the time, she was so close – close enough for me to smell her hair, to touch her cheek – but yet she was so far from me. She was smart, one of the most brilliant and hardworking minds I'd ever known. She helped me with my biology homework, my math homework, and pretty much anything requiring numbers. I wasn't dumb, but I was more at home with a word processor than I was a calculator. My fantasies distracted me. I'd be trying to find the derivative and suddenly I'd think about her pussy. I'd never seen it. Was it shaved? Trimmed? I didn't know if she even masturbated. I'd sit there in silence, not daring to look at her for fear my face would give me away. She'd bring me back, thinking I was just tired or thinking about the problem, but running her hand down my back. My whole body would erupt in goose bumps. I'd want more but I couldn't touch her. Those study sessions sometimes went really late, and she'd stay the night in the dorm with me. I was an RA, and had the room to myself so I never had to worry about a roommate. She'd slip her bra off without removing her t-shirt, and I'd secretly wish I could run my fingers up her sides, feeling her spine the soft flesh under her arms, finally letting my palms press against her breasts. I'd lift her t-shirt over her head, and start my mouth at the hollow of her neck, licking and sucking my way south until I could suck her nipple, worshiping it. I wanted her. Oh god, how I wanted her. I knew I could make her feel like no other woman had ever felt before. My dorm bed was small, small enough that she was fine with curling up against me, her ass grinding against my crotch. I tried to remain chaste, keeping my arm under her head and my hand on her shoulder. Usually then I would let my mind wander, and I'd fall asleep to sensual dreams of endless pleasure. On this particular night, however, I couldn't sleep. I wanted her so bad my entire body ached. It took every ounce of willpower I possessed to keep my hands to myself. I lay there, sure that she was asleep, wondering if I could get away with laying a hand over her supple breast. My fingers twitched, I was so indecisive. I settled with gripping her arm tighter. I could smell her. She never wore perfume, but she had used some gardenia lotion on her arms and legs before bed and it smelled perfect on her. I moved my head closer to hers, trying to get as close as I could without stifling her in her sleep. Suddenly, she broke free of my grasp. My whole body sank. She'd figured it out. But instead of climbing out of bed like I thought she would, she turned over and ran her hand down my cheek. "What took you so long, Kate?" Her was soft and pliant. Oh how I loved that voice, that mind, everything about her. And then she did the unthinkable. She gripped her fingers in my hair and pulled me close – close enough that I could taste her sweet breath. She started with my eyebrows, softly kissing each one. Then she kissed my nose, sucking in the tip of it slightly. I couldn't take it anymore. I moved her on top of me, and then I kissed her. I tried to take in as much of her as I could, our mouths open wide and tongues exploring. I moved her legs apart with my knee, and then pushed my knee against her pussy. She ground against me, gasping. I reached for her again, kissing, licking, sucking her jaw, her skin smooth under my tongue. "Kate," she said between whimpers. "Kate, please, oh god Kate, please." I moved her underneath me, my face hovering over hers, withdrawing my touch. She sighed and tried to rise her body to mine, desperate for some sort of contact with me. I smirked a little. She had tortured me for so long, it was time to return the favor. I pressed my hands against her arms, over her head. She struggled against me, groaning, moaning. Again, I moved my knee between her legs, letting her grind her pussy on my leg. I looked up, looking for something to tie her hands to the headboard. I found a scarf, started to tie her hands to my headboard. She struggled a little, looking alarmed. "What are you doing, Kate?" I looked down at her, grinning. "Do you trust me?" I asked, my mouth following that question with a soft nip to her neck. "I want you to feel everything I have to offer, Megan, but I can't have you getting distracted by me." She chuckled as I finished securing her hands. "Arrogant, aren't we?" Her voice was playful, daring me to tease her. She attempted to kiss me, but I moved my head out of the way. She let out a sigh of disappointment. "You're not going to make this easy, are you?" "You didn't make it easy for me either, you tease." I finally let my hands graze her breasts over her tshirt. I groaned when I realized that I'd forgotten to take off her shirt before I tied her up. I'd have to untie her, remove her shirt, and then retie her. Way to kill the mood, Kate, way to kill it. She laughed when she realized what I was thinking. "You are a smooth character, you know." I gave her a look. "You tied me up on the first date, something a lot of girls wouldn't agree to, and then you forgot to give yourself access. For all you know, I could be getting bored. " "I always have an answer, Megan." I ripped the shirt right off of her, and in the same move covered her mouth with mine, pressing down, grinding against her. Just like in my dreams, I licked my way down to her breasts, stopping just above her nipples. She groaned my name. I took her right nipple in my mouth, tonguing it softly. Carefully, I pressed my lips around her nipple, flicking the tip with my tongue. I reached up with my other hand, and rubbed her left nipple between my fingers. She gasped and groaned and twisted underneath me – she was so responsive! I switched breasts, mirroring the treatments, keeping my leg between her own so she would have something to grind against. "Kate, it's not enough." She was desperate, wanting, needing, writhing. "Just do something!" I stopped, looking down at her eyes. She cried out in frustration. "I'm going to explode!" Grinning, I ran my finger over her lips. "That's the idea, Megan." I had enticed her for as long as was fair. I knew that feeling, that pleasure that was also torture. I had held her captive long enough. I started at her breasts, again licking and sucking. I loved it. I couldn't get enough. She was so big and full, and they fit my hand perfectly. I tore myself away from them, promising myself that wasn't the last time I would get to play with her breasts. I licked and kissed my way south, stopping to dip my tongue in her belly button. Her abs flexed underneath me, tensing. I stopped and watched her body shake. She was breathing harder now, stomach rising and falling with every gasping breath. Finally, I was met with her panties – plain cotton ones, albeit an attractive shade of lavender. Looking up for permission, and receiving it with a nod of Megan's head, I peeled them off. Unshaved! My hours of wondering were at an end. She was unshaved, but clearly trimmed and kept neat. It was my turn to moan. The delicious site below me set all of my senses on edge. This is what I've been waiting for, for so long. She was so wet; a small pool of her juice had soaked a bit of the sheet beneath her. "We'll have to fix that," I mused aloud. She wouldn't know what hit her. I dove straight for her clit, already at attention from all of our play. I lapped at it hard, not wanting to miss a drop. She tasted wonderful, sweet and musty. She tasted human, so real and there. I'd been with girls who didn't really taste like anything – they were like fairies, gossamer and fleeting. Megan was present, tangible. I could taste her, feel her, and my mind reeled from the sensory overload. Her legs closed around my head, gripping them. She ground her pussy against my face, gasping and moaning. "Kate, oh god, oh god Kate if you stop I swear to god... oh god. Please!" She cried out. I was sure my hall mates would hear her. Not that I cared much. I took her clit between my lips, sucking gently. I reached beneath me and began to flick my own clit in time with the strokes of my own tongue on Megan's clit. My lower half began to tense, my toes curled. I backed off, I wanted to come with her. "Fuck, Kate, FUCK!" She was really into it now. Her hips thrust as hard as she could, bumping my nose. One finger on my own clit, I moved the other arm up to stick a finger into her sopping-wet hole. One finger curled upwards, our lovemaking completely in tune. As soon as I found her spot, she cried out – so loud and so high I thought I had hurt her for a moment. I sped up the pace – my finger on my clit, other hand pumping in and out, my tongue working hard. "Kate, oh babe. OH GOD. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!" She exploded as I brought her over the edge. I pumped my finger in and out faster as her walls closed around them. I ignored my own needs for the moment, and kept sucking on her clit as she thrashed above me. The entire bed shook. I kept at it. "Ah, Kate. Ohhh lord. Kate, please stop." I stopped immediately, knowing full well the consequences of ignoring that plea. I sat up a little bit, feeling her juice all over my face. It was my turn to shake with need – I had gotten close but I hadn't made it at the same time as Megan, deeming her pleasure more important than my own. Megan looked up at me. "Did you...?" she questioned. I shook my head no, and then leaned down to kiss her on the mouth. She stopped me. "Oh no, Kate, you're not going to get away with that until you untie me." I reached up and slid the knot out of place, and she immediately gripped her fingers in my hair and pulled me down. I pressed my palms against her breasts, as she slid her tongue into my mouth again. "Let me help you," she requested, lifting my own shirt above my head. I stopped her, and stared at her eyes again. That would never get old. "Megan, don't do anything you're not comfortable with... I know you're... not experienced." She kissed me again. "I want you so bad right now. It doesn't matter." She had me support myself with my elbows, while she ministered to my breasts. Her tongue – so soft! – alternated equally between sucking, licking, and a little biting. I could have come from that alone, but she raised her own knee to allow me to grind against her. I recognized that trick from earlier – she was a fast learner. I whimpered, pressing myself against her, just letting myself feel her tongue and her body beneath me. "Megan," I whispered. "I'm so hot right now, oh god." She ran her hands up my ribs, unable to speak as her mouth was full of my breasts. "Megan, I'm close, oh fuck!" My limbs started shaking. I could barely support my weight. Suddenly, she reached down and ran one finger up my slit, over the panties. Such a quick learner, I thought – that thought didn't last long, because soon I was lost in fireworks. My arms gave out, I couldn't hold myself anymore. I collapsed on her, shaking, moaning. Lights flashed in front of my eyes. Everything tensed and loosened at the same time. I blacked out. When I awoke, I was curled up in her arms, covered in sweat and juices. I kissed her softly on the mouth. "Any regrets?" I asked her. "Never," she replied.