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Girl Power

By: byronbgeo



GIRL POWER part 1

Sometimes guys don't make a whole lot of sense. Just when you think you know what they want; they think you're crazy because you do give them what they want. I mean they tell you they love girls and can't get enough of them; and when you give them an opportunity to get kinky with a whole bunch of us girls they run a mile. 

Take Johnny for example. Now this is a guy who fucked me at the beginning of the school year and then told me he wanted to keep fucking me as long as he could keeping fucking other girls. He told me he needed to "learn about women," can you believe that? He also told me he had a fantasy about being with a whole lot of girls at once, as if he'd have the stamina for that. But Johnny wanted it all; or I suppose he thought he did.

Anyway, my friend Amy and I cornered Johnny in the dining hall one day and made a proposition. Though before I mention what that was, I should step back and let you know what my friends and I had been up to this year. The short of it is we were having the time of our lives. Why? Because we were finally learning to have fun, and we had fun because we realized that fun didn't depend on boys. We had to have fun despite them because the fun we girls want to have isn't always the kind of fun boys have in mind. And seeing that boys usually got what they wanted from us, it was about time we got what we wanted from them; and we could do just that as long as we worked together and helped each other out. because we girls are invincible in numbers, as I will soon explain.

Now I told you about Brian, that enormous pain in the ass who might have made my final year at college a real drag; but he didn't succeed because my friends and I decided to have some fun and teach him a lesson and have been teaching him a lesson practically the entire school year. And Brian's leaning all about girl power, and he's learning the hard way; and he's become really sweet and compliant, at least most of the time. And when he does act up and give me or my friends attitude, we make him regret it; and have fun doing so, I can tell you. Fun at all costs; that's our motto. And if a guy doesn't like it, too bad.

Speaking of pain in the ass, Brian knows what that means all too well. Just the other day, we had some girls over from the Chi Omega sorority across the street for Thursday paddle practice. We stripped Brian and had him assume the position over the back of the sofa, his balls dangling so vulnerable between his legs for all to see and us girls trying out our paddling techniques on his soft, white ass; which, mind you, doesn't stay white for long but got awfully red. Which is fine by us because we all love beating Brian's ass until it gets bright red, and watching his balls jiggle every time someone takes a paddle to his ass cheeks. And when it's done, I always remind him that we did it because he was a "pain in the ass." 

It's always a lot of fun, and since the Chi Omegas are always having friends over (and they have a strict no boys policy at their house) it's a great way to mix with other girls around campus and expose them to the joys of girl power in action. So everyone in our circle of friends knows about Brian and so every Thursday we invite everyone over to share a laugh over drinks and try out paddle techniques. Because you can never get too much practice.

But I'm getting sidetracked. I was going to tell you about how much fun we've been having what with the fall school term almost finished. And my friends and I have been determined to have even more fun and to make our term as memorable as possible. But there was one night only last week which we can never forget, nor will two stupid guys who totally got what was coming to them.

And one of those guys was Brian, that asshole who was learning not to be such an asshole and to realize that the world didn't revolve around him and that what mattered was what my girlfriends and I wanted. But he wasn't learning fast enough.

I should mention, though, that Brian was my slave. Well, he was everyone's slave, and we told him that he had to do whatever any of us girls wanted whenever we wanted it. In short, he was community property and we girls made good use of him; it would have been a waste not to. 

And with Brian, no one had to lift a finger. Anyone needed laundry done, we had Brian do it. We wanted some home cooking, we had Brian do it. Though his cooking left something to be desire at first, he's been learning a lot over the months and is actually pretty handy in the kitchen now. And then best part about having Brian do the cooking is we have him do it naked, which is always good for a giggle. And if it's a formal occasion, we'll give him a bowtie so he won't feel so exposed; though we're always having new girls over who can't help but giggle a little at seeing a boy from school naked and following all kinds of ridiculous orders like jump on one leg, bend over or do jumping jacks. I think he still gets embarrassed when he's naked in front of newcomers, but it's all part of the fun. And there's nothing wrong with having a little fun.

Oh, and Brian cleans dorm rooms and apartments. No complaints and no questions. he has to do anything requiring a little manly strength, which is about all that men can offer, if that. And whenever a friend is moving, I make sure that Brian is there as long as he's needed because he's a workhorse and he needs to realize that. I mean he should make himself useful considering we let him worship our bodies too, which he should be grateful for, though he still hates it even after several months of worshiping our stinkiest body parts. He doesn't know how lucky he is that he gets to worship our feet as much a he does, and we've trained him to be quite skilled with his mouth and hands. He's gained a bit of a reputation among us girls who love rewarding him for all his hard work cleaning, cooking and giving massages and pedicures by letting him have a little good, kinky, and often stinky fun under our feet. It is a reward and maybe one day Brian will realize that and stop complaining about smelling and licking our feet when our feet get extra nasty and ripe.

"It's just a bunch of stinky feet," I explained one day when he was especially upset over my having worn my ratty sneakers for two days in a row. I wanted some first rate foot worship but he begged me not to make me worship my feet after I'd been wearing those nasty canvas sneaks. 

"The smell is nauseating," he explained. To which I told him that I had a long day "and that all I wanted from him was some quality foot worship. The way he acted you'd think it a crime for me or any of my friends to have stinky feet. "They're feet and they stink. Big deal. Just make yourself useful and start making my fee feel amazing."

"But the smell. It's not fair."

The more he complained about the smell of my feet, the more I realized he needed to smell them good and proper. So I told him to stop being a baby, take off my shoes and start smelling my toes so I could hear him. For me, there were few things more fun than watching smell my feet despite his obvious disgust. He hated feet and I loved it that I could make him smell and lick my feet and anyone else's anyway.

He knew I need only call my friends over and he not only be smelling my feet but theirs too. And, as chance would have it, their feet sometimes smelled even worse than mine. She he shut up, pried off my sneakers and started sniffing my toes, and when he pulled away, I pushed my foot into his face, and my toes over his nose until I was ready for some foot worship. I deserved it.

By the way, if my friends and I are feeling a little horny, we'll usually have Brian get on his knees and eat us out until we cum. And sometimes my friends will come by just for orgasms, and when they get they're orgasms, they thank me for lending Brian and are usually on their way. It's oral sex when and whenever we want, and we don't have to ask. We tell Brian and he does it; and when we want it again and again, he keeps licking until we're good and satisfied. Sometimes my friends and I will be watching tv when someone will open her legs and order Brian to eat her; which he does and then he winds up doing the same to everyone. The girls especially love coming by after practice and having Brian eat them out knowing just how sweaty they are and knowing that Brian has to bring them to orgasm no matter what. Because when he doesn't give one of us an orgasm, he knows there's hell to pay because we'll bend him over the sofa, paddle him and maybe do unspeakable things to him with dildos we keep on hand, not to mention tormenting his privates a little. I think guys underestimate how sadistic we girls can get. They'd be shocked to realize how much fun some of us have hurting guys. I mean my friends love it when he acts up and so they really give it to him until they have him on the floor, begging for forgiveness and promising to do everything he's told. That's always the best moment, and we milk it for all it's worth.

Once, one my of friends Gloria, couldn't cum even though Brian was licking her for fifteen minutes or so. I knew he was doing the best he could, but rules are rules and we made him regret failing to bring her to orgasm. And I think we even paddled his cock around; because if we didn't get the pleasure we wanted, he was gonna feel some pain where it really hurt. 

I used to feel bad that Brian didn't get off, until I realized that's his problem. he can get himself off in his room on his time; though he knows that when I come home hot and sweaty and eager for a good, long massage and determined to get my sore feet thoroughly worshipped and rubbed, he'd better come running no matter what he's doing. But he knows I take priority, even if I need just a face to put my feet after a long day while I watch a little Oprah. 

Heck, he knows even my feet take priority over anything he's doing. And with all the time he's spent worshipping our feet, he's been learning that every woman's feet take priority over any of his needs. And the best part is we don't have to care how nasty, stinky or dirty our feet are because he'll thoroughly worship them all the same. And hopefully he'll realize how grateful he should be to have spent as much time as he has with our feet in his face, smelling, licking and sucking on them; and that ugly and incredibly stinky feet deserve the same attention and care as nice, clean ones. 

Like I tell him every time, it's foot worship. It's not meant to be nice for him. It's nice for us.

So you see, we've been quite sweet to him letting him worship our feet all the time. It's just that he doesn't realize how good he has it; but he does have it good. And my friends Katey and Amy feel the same way because when he's done a good job of cleaning their rooms, or their clothes or anything else they needed done, they reward him by having him get on the floor, removing their shoes and socks and letting him smell their toes for a while (the stinkier their toes the more they loved having him smell them) and clean every inch of the feet and toes (the sweatier and dirtier their feet, the more time is needed to clean them with his mouth). And the more generous they feel, the more time they'll spend getting their feet super ripe beforehand. And considering just how extra stinky Katey and Amy get their feet, I know how much they appreciate Brian and love rewarding him. 

Though if there's one thing I wish I could do it's make Brian realize that doing our stinky feet is a reward and not a punishment. I mean it started out as a punishment because he hated smelly feet and wouldn't massage our feet even though he promised he would. So we gave him a dose of foot stink he wouldn't forget, but the more we did it to him, the more we realized he was lucky. I mean how many guys get opportunities to worship so many feet, and there are guys would consider it heaven to have their faces covered in hot, sweaty stinky feet; but not Brian. Though I was hoping I could still change that; maybe cause him enough pain that a few horribly cheesy feet in his face would feel like heaven.

It would be better for Brian if he could just have fun with it; then we wouldn't have to feel like we're teaching him a lesson. As long as we girls are having fun, he should have fun. We're having a laugh, he might as well join in or he'll feel we're laughing at him. Which of course we are, but he can laugh at himself too and take enjoyment out of the fact that we're having a good time making use of him and humiliating him. And when he stops thinking he should get something out of it, we'll all be better off.

Though I'm wondering if maybe I've been too hard on Brian lately which is why he's been avoiding me. About all I have him do now is eat me out when I get horny, after which I usually send him off to bed, or have him worship my feet after class and after practice. But we never talk; though when we did talk it was usually a complaint from him. And if he has nothing but complaints (i.e. Your feet are too smelly, your pussy smells, etc) then I'd rather not hear anything from him. And it wouldn't bother me if I didn't know he was spending so much time with my friend Tasha. I mean he's as much her slave as mine and she has her needs, which Brian needs to satisfy; but he almost seems to enjoy satisfying her needs more than mine. And that bothers me. He is my roommate, after all, which should entitle me to some priority. 

"He belongs to us all equally," said Tasha only last week when I asked her why she was spending so much time with him. "It's been a rough week and I've needed the attention. Not to mention the fact that my foot odor problem has been flaring up again and you know how much I love making Brian worship my feet when they stink."

"Maybe if you didn't wear your ratty sneakers all week without socks," I advised with a smile. Tasha was so skilled at getting her feet insanely smelly. Though the thought that perhaps Brian liked Tasha's super cheesy feet crossed my mind. And then I remembered how much he hated feet, even after months of worshipping so many feet.

"Maybe you're right. But my friends were visiting from town and we thought it would be fun to have Brian jack off for us after he treated them to some first rate foot worship."

And then I realized that Brian was getting off while he was with Tasha. It made no difference to me whether he came or not; but Tasha was giving him an outlet, even if it was for the amusement of her buddies. And maybe, just maybe, Brian was learning to associate sexual pleasure with worshipping sweaty feet and seeing it as more of a pleasure.

Though Tasha was training Brian to love foot worship, perhaps I didn't really want him to love it. Thinking back, I got a real kick out of the girls forcing their stinky feet in his face while he thrashed about and cursed every smelly minute we tormented him with our cheesy toes over his nose or in his mouth. What I enjoyed was that he hated it (and boy id he hate having feet in his face), and hopefully still did. There was nothing better than having him peel off a pair of damp socks I'd been wearing for three days and pressing my toes over his nose and order him to smell them so I could hear him; and having him tied up so he had no choice but to smell my feet and the feet of my friends who'd been getting their feet as stinky as possible too. 

Then it occurred to me that I needed to remind Brian how much he hated feet and to make it as nasty as possible. I remembered how much foot odor bothered him and thought that the less he associates it with something good the better. It was for us, and I wanted him to love foot worship because it made us feel good, love smelling out stinky toes because it was funny for us to make him smell our toes; or love cleaning them because we loved feeling his tongue over our soles and between our toes and because it was fun having him lick and scrape the sweat and dirt off them. I wanted him to love the act of worship and of giving me and my friends what we wanted, but I still wanted him to hate feet and foot odor. And the more he hated it the more he'd learn to love it for what we got out of it and not for anything he might get out of it; like oral sex. He would love it because it pleased us even if it was work for him. 

Though I owe Brian's enslavement to Tasha; since it was her idea to have him stripped and forced to smell everyone's stinky feet after practice back in September. It was still me who made him as submissive as he was. I taught him to make my needs and pleasure a priority, as well as the needs of any woman; and to make my desire for amusement more important than his own shame. If my friends and I got a kick out of having him jump around in the nude, his cock and falls flapping around, he'd do it without hesitation. And when we needed to vent some aggression, he'd offer his body for a little abuse. In short, he was learning sacrifice. And it was better for everyone. 

But it was my doing, and if Tasha couldn't be the proper ballbuster she'd been all year then I was prepared to bust some balls and remind Brian that it wasn't about him but about us girls. 

Anyway, I wanted to teach Brian another lesson, to break him down one last time and to make foot worship the stinky, humiliating task it has been for him for so long; and to have him thank us for it even though he hates is.

And I also wanted to teach Johnny a lesson for having fucked me and dropped me and then for calling me last week asking me if I'd like to hook up again for old time's sake. He wanted to get a few more fucks in before Christmas break and he figured I'd be more than willing to oblige. And I guess if he'd known about Brian, he wouldn't have called me. He would have been scared of me and the girls. But what we did with Brian was our secret, and none of the girls who had fun with Brian ever told the guys on campus. Brian was our private empowerment and we kept it to ourselves. We all knew it had to be a secret, and the girls were good at keeping it secret. And it was a wonderfully naughty secret because Brian was the guy who would do anything and who would play out any kinky fantasies any of us girls had. Anything we felt a little ashamed we found Brian and had some fun; because no one had to feel shame when playing with Brian. Everything was fun, and nothing was wrong or shameful.

But I wanted to do naughty unspeakable and humiliating things to Johnny too. I hated him for calling me and thinking I'd be honored to have sex with him again; and when I told all my friends, they hated him as much too; though everyone thought he was lovely and probably wished he'd called on them for sex. All the girls liked Johnny, but it had gone to his head and he deserved a lesson. We had to teach him it wasn't about him at all, but it was about us having a good time before the school term ended, not Johnny having sex with as many girls as possible or Brian thinking he could brush me aside for Tasha (even if he was her slave too). It was going to be about me and what I wanted, and I wanted payback.

It was girl power which meant that it was about what we wanted, and the more the merrier. It was about us having some good, clean, naughty fun, about totally humiliating guys when they deserved it, peeling off our nasty socks and rubbing as much stinky humiliation in his face as we wanted. It was about us having sharing a laugh even if it was at the expense of some guy who probably never realized how funny he looked naked jumping around while we tried to slap and squeeze his ass and cock and balls; and sometimes it was about venting a little anger and frustration on a guy's behind and feeling a lot better for it afterwards. It was about making good use of a guy, because why clean up and cook and do laundry when you can make some stupid guy do it, and then when he's done totally lick your feet.


Girl Power



I discovered my power by accident. I wouldn't call it a super-power, but it did come to form my self-identity. I also discovered my power could also be my weakness.

Let me start at the beginning.

I was hanging out at a friend's pool with a bunch of my high school friends. I wore my new two-piece, which was not sexy or all that revealing. What it had, though, was a stiff bra. So when I leaned forward, the material did not cling to my chest, but produced a gap. A gap I was completely unaware of.

We were having a good time and the guys seemed friendlier than usual. They were talking to me and laughing at all my jokes. After a bit, I went inside to use the bathroom and my best friend Lisa followed me.

"Having a good time?" she asked.

"Great. I even had Brad talking with me. God, I'm usually invisible to him."

"And you know why he's hanging around you, Gretchen?"

"I don't know. 'Cause we're like friends?"

"No, Brad and every other guy here are getting a boob flash every time you lean forward or bend over."

My heart sunk into my stomach.

"What?"

Lisa dragged me into the bathroom and positioned me in front of the full-length mirror.

"Bend over and look."

I bent from the waist and looked at my reflection. I saw my both my small boobs, nipples and all.

"Shit," I said and sat on the toilet.

"So, Miss Popularity, what do you think now?"

"God, I am so naïve, Lisa," I moaned. "I never had a clue. You mean all those guys saw my bare tits?"

"Why do you think they've all had tents in their pants?"

"You mean they're..."

"Yep, stiff as a board."

I put my head and my hands and rocked back and forth. To think all the guys were erect standing next to me and I never even noticed.

"I cannot go back out there."

Lisa stroked my hair. "Yes, you can and you will. You will go out like nothing has happened. You will be the funny and happy Gretchen. But, you will not flash them again."

Lisa paused to make sure I was looking at her.

"Of course, unless you want to."

"Why would I want those guys to see my tits?"

"Gretchen, did I not tell you that you had these guys turned on? That's power, girl. So use it, but at least know when you're using it."

Lisa and I took turns peeing. On the way out I grabbed my tee shirt and pulled it on.

She was right my jokes were a lot less funny and I demanded much less attention than just a couple minutes ago.

First lesson of power learned. I could affect how guys behaved by using my body. A seed now planted in my psyche began to grow. I didn't know then, but it was to become a living thing that drove my life, at least my sexual life.

Later that night, I was in bed thinking about the afternoon. I was feeling sorry for myself. The guys in my class saw my naked tits. How embarrassing I thought. As I was replaying the scenes in my mind, I slipped my hand inside my panties. I touched my clit and felt a jolt. I explored a little deeper and discovered lots of moisture. I was not that naïve not to know I was seriously turned on. I moved my fingers in a familiar rhythm and had to put a pillow over my face to muffle the scream from the intensive orgasm. I realized I was turned on by letting guys see part of me naked.

Second learned lesson about power. Showing yourself can turn on those looking and also turn me on big time. I trace my love affair with exhibitionism to that afternoon. As with any budding love affair, it took time to bring it full bloom. 

Freshman year at college was a fertile time for growth.

Calling on a gene pool populated by my mother's side, my small boobs developed into ones that moved me a little, but not much, beyond what Lisa used to call my "titlets". I added to their allure by always choosing tops that accented what nature gave me. My mother helped me pick clothes that showcased what I wanted people to notice.

After settling in my dorm on the first day, I kissed my parents good-bye and tingled with the anticipation of being on my own for the first time. I walked around campus taking in the activities and excitement of young people like me stepping into a new world. I arrived back at my dorm to find my roommate hugging her parents as they were leaving.

"Hi, I'm Gretchen," I said.

"Morgan."

We spent the next hour sharing background. Morgan and I both came from a family of girls and professional parents. She was from Connecticut while I was raised in Rhode Island. Hitting it off talking and laughing, we ate together in the Commons. Back in the room we put all our stuff away and kept talking. We were surprised when we realized it was almost eleven. We both had early morning classes and agreed to call it a night. 

Together we went down the hall to the bathroom. After using the toilets, washing our faces and brushing our teeth, we returned to our room. I knew this was the time to bring up a potentially touchy subject.

"Morgan, I know we just met, but I need to ask you something."

She smiled.

"I usually sleep nude. If that freaks you out or makes you uncomfortable in any way, please say so. I don't want you not feeling at ease in your own room."

Megan looked at me and I could see her eyes moving up and down.

"Completely nude?"

"Yep. Bare as bare can be."

We both laughed. Hers sounded more polite than hearty.

"Gretchen, thanks for being so honest. Let me reply the same way. Basically, I'm shy. I always have been. I didn't participate in any athletics. I'm more of a drama and arts person." She smiled, "My sister says I'm more of a drama queen than a drama student. Anyway, one of the reasons I steered clear of athletics was that I never wanted to have to get undressed in a locker room with a bunch of other girls."

I nodded and told her I could understand that.

"Morgan, I'm not asking you to do anything you're not comfortable with. I just want to make sure my being naked won't disturb you."

"That's the thing. I don't know."

I thought about her answer and then said, "You mean you've never seen another girl naked?"

She shook her head.

"Even your sisters?"

Morgan turned red.

"Gosh, no. I think they may be shier than I am. Our entire family is like that. No one runs around in underwear or anything. We are always dressed."

This conversation was starting to turn me on, thinking I could expose myself to someone who never had seen a naked person. 

"How about we try this?" I said.

Morgan waited for me to continue.

"I'll sleep nude tonight. Tomorrow, you tell me—and be really honest—if it bothered you. If it does, then we'll work something out. Do you think you could go along with that?"

Morgan nodded and quietly said, "Sure, I can do that." She paused and then added, "I hope."

We both smiled.

"Well, here goes. You can look or not look."

Morgan sat on her bed and looked at me.

I pulled my shirt over my head and tugged my shorts off. I tossed them on my desk chair. I turned and pulled down the covers on my bed.

"Wow, those are sexy panties."

I was wearing a red thong. 

"Thanks. I kinda like to keep my underwear to a minimum. Makes me feel good."

Morgan snorted. "I still wear undies that could be classified as granny panties."

"Hey, as I said, I'm not trying to do anything except feel comfortable." I was thinking that Morgan was now curious. I was feeling more excited. With my back to her, I undid my bra, slid down my panties and added them to the pile on the chair. I stood still.

"Gretchen, you can turn around. I won't scream. Probably."

I faced her. Hers eye grew wide and I just let her look at me. Before it could get awkward, I walked over to my desk and grabbed a book.

"I'm almost finished with this. It was on the reading list they gave me for freshmen English. If it's ok with you, I'm gonna read for a bit."

Morgan nodded.

I got in bed and pulled the sheet up, but kept my breasts exposed.

"Gretchen."

"Yea?"

"You have a pretty body."

"Thanks. Not freaked out?"

"Not totally," she said and we both laughed.

I pretended to be absorbed in my book as Morgan began getting ready for bed. She turned her back and took off her outer clothes while standing near her closet. I stifled a laugh seeing her panties; she was certainly accurate in her description. They were full and covered her entire butt, which was a little wide but kinda cute. Her bra in the back looked industrial strength. She reached behind her and fumbled with the hooks. 

"Need a hand?" I called from my bed.

"God, no," she said. I saw her take a deep breath. "I mean I can get it."

Finally she unclasped it. I could see the deep marks on her back and shoulders. She had been wearing an oversized men's shirt all day and it was hard to determine the size of her breasts. By the looks of the bra and the stress it put on her back, I thought she must be heavy in front. Morgan pulled a nightshirt on and put her clothes away. She turned. I could see she was still blushing.

"Kinda geeky, huh?" she said.

"Not at all."

She looked at my exposed breasts.

"Wow, this is definitely not like home."

Morgan crawled into bed, turned her back to me and said good-night. I read for another twenty minutes and turned out the light. I was turned on. My fingers found their home between my legs. I ran my middle finger the length of my cleft and thumbed my clit. I didn't intend for my groan to burst the silence of the dark room.

"Are you ok, Gretchen?"

"Uh, yeah, just had a little leg cramp. Ok, now. Good-night."

Using all my will power, I pulled my hand from between my legs. It would not work out for me to masturbate on the first night in our room. I was sure that would send Morgan screaming into the hallways. "Delayed gratification can sometimes be more powerful," I told myself. "Bullshit," I thought. "Waiting to get off when you're ready is just plain torture." 

Morgan was already up and dressed when I awoke. She grabbed her tablet, a couple books and stuffed them in her backpack.

"Gonna run and get a breakfast," she said hurrying to the door. "See you later."

"Have a great first day," I said sitting up, letting the sheet fall to my waist.

Morgan quickly glanced at my breasts and bolted from the room. Within fifteen minutes, I was ready and heading out the door. The first day was fun. I met lots of new people and made some friends over lunch. Arriving back in my room around four in the afternoon, I found Morgan sitting at her desk and working on her laptop.

"Hey!"

She turned and smiled, "Hi, Gretchen. Have a good day?"

"Yeah, how about you?"

She turned and we shared the news of our first day. As we were talking, I walked to my dresser and pulled my top off. I wore a light bra. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Morgan staring. I unhooked my bra and put it back in my underwear drawer. I bent and pulled a tee shirt from the bottom door. As I turned back to Morgan, I held the shirt in my hands. She smiled and I pulled the shirt over my head.

"Ah, now that feels better," I said. "I hate wearing bras."

"Oh, yeah, sure," Morgan said.

I asked her what she was working on and she said she had a paper in chemistry due by the end of the week.

"Boy, they don't waste time, do they?"

"I think it's going to be like this in pre-med."

"So, lots of time in the room and the library?"

"Since most of the material is on-line, I think I'll be here more than the library. I hope that doesn't bother you."

"I can't see why," I said. "I may not be pre-med but I plan to go to grad school and want a scholarship. So, I'll be booking it, too."

"Great, we'll be spending lots of time here," she said with a smile.

I could tell Morgan wanted to talk about something and I was sure it was what happened last night.

"So, Morgan, did you think about last night?"

She turned red and said, "God, yes." She immediately looked away, and added, "I mean I have thought about what you said."

"And?"

"God, Gretchen, I don't know how to talk about this."

"Morgan, you won't offend me. Let's just talk."

She took a deep breath.

"Ok. At first I was shocked. As you know I'd never seen anyone naked."

"Not even yourself?"

"What?"

I smiled and said, "You never looked at yourself naked in the mirror?"

Again, Morgan could not hold my gaze. Taking a deep breath, she slowly shook her head.

"Cool," I said.

"Really?" she replied with a snort. "I think it's pathetic. I'm eighteen years old and have never even looked at my own body. So, obviously seeing you naked was quite a revelation."

"Grossed out?"

"God, no. You're like beautiful. If I looked like you, I wouldn't wear clothes either."

She thought about what she said and laughed. "That's a lie. I can't ever imagine being so casual about nudity."

"So, we're good about last night?"

"No problem."

I gave her a high five and wondered if she were just being nice or did she get a buzz from seeing me nude. I thought I'd press it a little.

"Thanks, Morgan, I would never want you to be uncomfortable in your own room. And, if you wanted to do the same, it certainly wouldn't be a problem."

I thought she was going to faint. "Oh, god, uh, no. I could never do that."

"Morgan, you're pre-med. Don't you think that being a doctor is going to involve looking and touching a lot of naked people?"

Morgan fidgeted in her chair. "I'm planning to be an anesthesiologist, like my dad. You don't have to do too much in the area of examining people."

"Yeah, but you've got med school and stuff. Won't you have to like rotate through all different specialties?"

"I guess so, but that won't be for a long time."

"Sure. But, if you ever need to practice on a real person, let me know."

"You mean like on you?"

"Yeah, if you have to practice physicals, checking vital signs, breast exams, that kinda stuff."

I had everything to do to keep from laughing looking at Morgan's face. I think the thought of touching my breasts was going to push her over the edge.

"Uh, thanks, I'll remember that."

Another lesson learned, I thought. I can make people react to my exhibitionism. Maybe I could even make them do something they thought they'd never do. I was determined to work on that aspect. That night I stripped facing Morgan and then walked around my room, making like I was looking for stuff and tidying up. In reality, I was turned on my having her watch me. Again, Morgan turned her back to undress to her undies and pull on a nightie.

Putting out the lights, we said good-night. I figured it was time to push the envelope.

"Morgan?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorta embarrassed to bring this up and I hope you won't think I'm some kinda perv..."

"Gretchen, you can talk to me."

"Thanks. Well, I'm used to relieving tension, you know?"

"Tension, like what?"

"Like sexual tension. I mean I like to make myself have an orgasm."

I could hear Morgan take in breath. "Masturbation?"

"Yeah. I like to do it at night. It helps me sleep. I can try to be quiet, but you might hear something."

Morgan was quiet for a long time. I knew I had to let her speak first.

"Were you doing that last night when you made that sound?"

Now, I was a little embarrassed. "Yes, but I stopped when I knew you heard me. I really need some relief. I guess I could go to the bathroom, but that's not very private. Plus, I like to do it in my bed, not on the toilet."

"Gretchen, I don't want to sound like a prude, but I don't know."

"Well, you could do it, too. I wouldn't mind."

Morgan was so quiet I thought maybe she passed out.

"Morgan?"

Nothing.

"Morgan, are you awake?"

Finally, I heard her exhale.

"Gretchen, I never did that."

I couldn't believe my ears. I sat up and turned on the lamp on the table between our beds.

"What? Never?"

Morgan looked at me. My breasts were clearly on display. 

"Morgan, what do you do when you're really horny?"

"I don't know that I have been."

I couldn't help myself from laughing.

"Oh, god, I am such a geek," Morgan sighed and pulled her sheet over her head. I crossed over and sat on her bed. I tugged at the sheet until she let me expose her head.

"Morgan, you are not a geek. You just haven't experienced some things, yet. Hey, that's what college is for, trying out new stuff."

"I don't think I can ever do some of this stuff."

"Like what?"

Morgan let her eyes roam over my naked body and giggled. "Well, I don't think I could ever sit on your bed without any clothes on."

"You never know," I kidded her.

Morgan just shook her head, but she did look me over again.

"What?" I asked.

"You're really pretty, Gretchen, and have a great body."

"Oh, so like are you...?"

"Oh, my god, no," she said as she grasped my arm. "Gretchen, I didn't mean I was sexually attracted to you. I just meant that you are like pretty. You have a great body. Well, it's the only body I've seen, but it looks good. I'm not trying to date you or anything." 

"Chill, Morgan. It's ok. Even if you were like lesbian, I wouldn't freak out."

"Well, I'm definitely not."

"No problem," I said, but I wondered if she really knew what she was since she was so sexually inexperienced. I took a chance and bent down to give her a hug. Morgan hesitated and then hugged back.

Giggling again, she said, "You're the first naked person I've ever hugged."

"And, the sky didn't fall," I added.

"No it didn't."

I went back to my bed. "Gretchen?"

"Yes?"

"You have a nice butt, too."

"Ah, thanks, Morgan."

I smiled to myself. Morgan was moving along in an interesting direction. The darkness covered us. I sensed that Morgan was not sleeping.

"Gretchen?"

"Yes?"

"If you need to do, you know, what you were talking about before, I guess it'd be ok with me."

"Really?"

"God, I don't know," she said while exhaling. "But, if you need to do something, I don't want to be in your way."

"Thanks, Morgan, that's sweet. I'll try to be quiet."

I let my fingers stray to where there was a huge ache. Quickly I moved to from trying to be provocative with Morgan to just easing the ache. I was groaning and moaning while moving my hips to hump my fingers buried inside me. I reached my peak and used extra pressure on my clit. I cried out and came and came. As my breathing returned to normal, I wiped the sweat with my sheet.

"Guess you'll sleep a little better now," said Morgan.

She was so cute that I just laughed. Soon, she was joining me. Within ten minutes we both were asleep.

The rest of our first week went quickly. I think Morgan began to become accustomed to my regular full or partial nudity in our room. I often caught her looking, but never made a big deal of it. I hope she was also getting used to the sounds of me getting off every night. She took a big step on Friday and wore a tee shirt in our room rather than the over-sized shirt as was her habit.

The first time I saw her in the tight-fitting shirt, I understood why she had an industrial strength bra. Her chest was full, make that really full. Morgan noticed me staring at her chest.

"I know. They're grotesque."

"Get the fuck out of here," I said. "How about gorgeous instead of grotesque?"

"Not according to my mother," she said.

I remembered seeing her mother on move-in day. My impression was a tall, lean woman, looking like a fashion model.

"She said that?"

"Not in so many words. She just implies that my chest is too large to look good in most clothes. So, I try to hide it."

Morgan crossed her arms over her chest, a habit I'm sure she had developed over the years. She's a pretty girl, but doesn't do much to promote her good features. Her face is round, but not fat. She has clear skin. Her blue eyes, hidden behind dark-framed glasses, combined with soft blond hair gave her an open and innocent look. The problem with her hair was that she had a terrible cut and did little to take advantage of the thick waves. She was probably about fifteen pounds overweight, but everything was evenly distributed. If she could pick better clothes and do something with her hair, I knew she could turn heads.




Girl Power



"Morgan, not everyone looks the same. Few people look like your mom. Believe me, you could be really hot."

Her laugh was harsh. "Get a grip, Gretchen. I'm a fat, dumpy geek."

"Morgan, do not say that again." She startled at the intensity of my voice.

"You are pretty, get that, pretty. You might want to think about how you dress and some other stuff. But, you are so far from what you said. That's ridiculous."

Morgan pulled her glasses off and dried the tears welling in the corner of her eyes. She grabbed some tissues and blew her nose.

"No one has ever said anything so nice to me. Thanks, Gretchen."

Morgan jumped up and hugged me. I squeezed her hard.

"I think this is going to be a good year," she said into my ear.

"Absolutely awesome," I responded. All this time I was overwhelmed by how big her tits felt as they pushed into me. 

*** 

One of the things I enjoy most about college is meeting new people. I was sitting in my Art History course. It's held in an auditorium and has close to 100 students. The professor shows a lot of slides of famous paintings and sculptures. She is interesting and I find myself imaging what it must have been like to live in Renaissance times.

Sitting next to me were two guys, Eli and Zeke. Over the first week, we got chatting and I discovered they were roommates and both working on degrees in fine arts. They said they were looking forward to their life drawing course. It was starting a couple weeks late because the instructor had an accident and was just now getting back to campus. There was no one else to cover the class. To make up for the lost time, in the first month they were going to have two sessions a week instead of one.

As I was walking back to the Commons I saw a notice on the bulletin board in the Fine Arts Building. "Model Needed for Life Drawing Class". Well, that set my mind to work. I copied the info down and called the number as I was sipping an iced coffee in the student lounge. The woman told me the position was still open. She explained what the pay would be and that I had to agree to pose for at least five classes. She also asked me if I would be open to posing for more if they couldn't find other models. I assured her I could.

"You realize this is nude modeling," she said.

"I do."

"Have you done this before?"

"No, but I don't think I'll mind it," I assured her.

"Ok, but if you do, there is no pressure to continue. Professor Adams has a couple anatomical mannequins he can fall back on."

Again I told her I was sure I could handle it. She gave me the details and said she would email me a preparation sheet. She also told me to show up at the studio the next afternoon a half-hour early to complete the paperwork. That night I told Morgan.

"No way!" she screamed. "You are going to pose naked for an entire class. Boys and girls?"

"Oh yeah," I replied with a wide grin.

"I could never do that. I want to throw up just thinking about you doing it."

"And," I said indicating there was something even better to come, "guess who are going to be in the class?"

"Haven't a clue."

"Eli and Zeke."

"No way. Those two cute guys you've been talking about from your Art History class?"

"Those guys."

"Oh my god, Gretchen. I can't believe you."

"What?"

Morgan was squirming on her chair. Her cheeks were beet red and she was sweating a little. She was wearing a white tee shirt. I could see her dark colored bra underneath. For the first time, I also saw the outline of her nipples pushing through both the bra and the cotton of the shirt. Shy Morgan was getting turned on.

"It's one thing to pose nude," she said, "but to do it with people you know looking at you naked. That is crazy."

I smiled.

"Do they know?"

"I'm keeping it a surprise."

"I bet it will be one," she said. "A nice surprise. They're gonna love your body."

"Morgan," I claimed in mock surprise, "Have you been checking me out."

Morgan had a deep laugh that only came out when she let herself go. This time she roared. "As if I had a choice," she said trying to control her breathing. "I think you're naked more than you're dressed."

"And, you think they'll like what they see?"

I knew I was pushing her, but this is the most she's ever admitted regarding my exhibitionism.

"Only if they have eyes," she said.

"That's nice. Thanks."

We talked more about what the class entailed and I told her as much as I knew. While we were speaking I stripped. I stood in front of the mirror on the closet. I turned each way looking at my naked body from different angles. I could watch Morgan following my moves, although she was trying to remain cool. I turned and faced her.

"Ok, here's the question," I said thrusting my hips forward.

"Hairy or bald?"

Morgan's mouth opened but no sound came out.

I keep my pubic hair slightly trimmed and recently shaped it into a wide rectangle. It was still thick and wiry, with bursts of stray tufts sticking up. I didn't shave my lips nor between my legs. I wish Lisa were here to both advise me and to help me with the grooming.

"You're asking me?" Morgan finally said.

"Yeah. What do you do?"

Morgan covered her mouth with her hand. Shaking her head, she said, "Gretchen, I've never done anything. I was shocked to see that you did something there. So, I am not qualified to give you any advice."

I ran my fingers through the darkness. Morgan stared.

"I think I'll just do a little trim job. After class I'll ask the prof what he prefers."

"You're going to have a conversation with a professor about your...your..."

"Pussy?"

"God, I hate that term."

"Really, I think it's cute. What do you call yours?"

"Jeez, Gretchen, I don't have a pet name for it."

"Bush?"

"Never."

"Cunt?"

"That's disgusting."

"Well, when you think about it, what name do you use?

"I don't think about it."

"Come on, Morgan, every girl thinks about her pussy, or whatever. How about when you pee or have your period? You must think about it then."

Morgan continued to shake her head. I bet sometimes she must think an alien lived with her.

"According to what you told me, you don't masturbate, so I guess you wouldn't scream something out in the middle of coming."

Morgan swooned in her chair. She patted her chest and took in a large gulp of air. "God, if I had to give it a name it probably would be vagina."

"That's the inside. How about the part with hair; what do you call that?"

"I'm not even going to answer that, Gretchen. Please stop. You're really making me uncomfortable."

I knew I had pushed too hard. It was just so easy to tease her.

"Hey, Morgan, I'm sorry. I was just messing with you. I'll never ask you about your vagina and that whole, big, hairy area outside your vagina again. Ok?"

She screamed and made to hit me. I turned and she slapped my bare ass.

"Sorry," she said.

"Hey, no need to apologize. I liked it. Wanna do it again?"

I thrust my ass toward her.

"You're impossible," she said laughing. To my surprise, she did slap my cheek again and let her hand linger for just a second. I joined her in laughing and noticed that her nipples were more pronounced than before. Morgan is enjoying this.

Trying to make my nudity seem part of our conversation, I thought I'd explain why I use a razor. I had already told Morgan about guys looking down my bikini top. She was mortified for me. 

"Morgan, I keep myself trimmed because of swimming."

"What does swimming have to do with it? I can swim and I don't do anything down there."

I explained that the summer I discovered boys checking out my tits I also found out that was not the only place they were looking. 

"Would you like to hear a story?"

She nodded. Her nipples were poking out.

*** 

My friend Lisa was over and we were getting dressed to go to the pool. She was like me and we didn't have any hesitation about stripping in front of each other.

I was standing in my bedroom naked as Lisa pulled off her panties. I noticed something new. Her pussy was not as bushy as it had been. When I asked her about it, she seemed happy.

"You know, I wanted to bring this up, but wasn't quite sure how to do it."

"What?" I asked.

"You need to do some female landscaping."

"Huh?"

"Gretchen, when we were at the pool yesterday, you had like all these black hairs sticking out of your bottoms. I mean like a lot of hairs, like think forest. Once again, the guys were having a great time looking."

I grabbed my bikini bottom and pulled it on. I looked carefully and saw what she meant. There was a ton of spillage. "Great. Now those guys not only saw my tits, but they've seen half my pussy."

Lisa chuckled. "Not the whole pussy, just lots of your bush."

"Yuck. I gotta do something."

"Do you have scissors and a razor?"

After I assembled the materials, we went to the bathroom. Sitting on the edge of the tub, Lisa tried to explain what to do.

"I'll screw this up and probably cut my pussy off. Can you help?"

"Seriously," she said. "You want me to shave your pussy?"

"No," I said with a smile. "Just trim my bush."

Shaking her head, Lisa leaned in and pulled the pubic hair along the edges and snipped them. She did the same on the top to give it a mostly triangular outline. She spread shaving cream along the insides of my thighs and on the edges of the triangle. Lisa looked up at me.

"I've never been this close to another girl's pussy before."

"And?" I prompted.

"It's sorta sexy."

"Yeah, for me, too. I'm getting wet."

Lisa snorted. "I can see that."

"Well, hurry up and finish. I might have to take over down there."

Nodding, Lisa carefully shaved away my hairs until there was a straight line to the sides of the triangle. It looked far enough away from where my bikini would be that no more stragglers would stick out. Lisa was wiping away the excess shaving cream and ran the towel down my sex. I could feel her finger through the towel move over my clit and through my lips.

"Ooh."

"Sorry."

"No, Lisa. That was a good ooh."

"It didn't freak you out?"

"No. It felt really good. Have you done that before?"

"With another girl?"

I nodded.

She shook her head.

"Do it again," I said. 

Lisa picked up the towel. I put my hand on top of hers.

"Without the towel."

My mouth was dry and my heart raced as her finger touched the top of my pubic triangle. Slowly she moved down, once more rubbing my clit and moving through my lips. Her fingertip parted my lips and my body twitched. She let the tip of her finger stray inside. I thought I would cum, but she pulled her finger away and I held back. She moved her finger back up and pressed against my clit. I was so close. She sensed my predicament and let her finger penetrate me a little bit once mot.

"Lisa, I am so turned on right now. I need to get off."

"You're so wet, I bet you have to. I wanna do it, too."

We sat on my bed watching each other touch our private areas. Within a few minutes we each achieved the satisfaction we were seeking.

*** 

Morgan was no longer red, she was pale white.

"You did that with her looking at you?"

"Yes."

Morgan was moving in her chair. I noticed her squeezing her thighs together and her nipples looked as if they might burst from her shirt. 

"Wow," I thought to myself, "Morgan is seriously turned on."

I stood in front of Morgan. 

"Just thinking about that time makes me wet," I said and let my finger caress my lips.

Morgan licked her lips.

"Sorry, Morgan, I just have to touch myself."

I slid a finger up and down my slit. It came away trailing liquid and glistening. Morgan clenched her thighs.

"I can't wait. I need to get off. I don't care if you watch. I also don't want to upset you. So, if you want to leave, I won't be offended."

I moved back and plopped on my bed, my legs falling apart. I had masturbated with Morgan in the room. It was always at night and with the lights out. She knew what I was doing and never said a word. Now, I was putting on a display. I ran my finger up and down my slit, covering my lips with my dampness. I let my other hand move to my breast and pinch a nipple. I cried out.

I began pumping a finger in and out while I kept the pressure on my nipple. I could feel the liquid run out of my vagina and trickle down to the crack of my ass. I added a second finger and lifted my hips off the bed to receive the thrusting of my two digits. I mixed in using my thumb on my clit.

Making more grunting sounds, I inserted a third finger and fucked myself to a climax. Like never before, I screamed and slammed my thighs together, trapping my fingers inside. The waves moved up and down my body. I released my tortured nipple and finally pulled my fingers from my vagina. I rolled on my side and held myself as I rocked back and forth. As my heartbeat returned to normal, I opened my eyes to look at Morgan.

She had a hand on her large breast and was playing with her nipple. I smiled. She looked freaked and jerked her hand away. She then softened and smiled back.

"That was intense," I said.

"No shit," she said and looked down at the breast she had been touching.

I had never heard Morgan use any vulgarities before. "You know it's a lot more intense when someone is watching. Thanks."

"I've never seen anything like that in my life," she said. "God, I thought you were going to die or something."

"It's awesome," I muttered. "You ought to try it sometimes."

Morgan choked. Getting under control, she said, "I don't know if I will ever do that to myself. If I did do it, I know it would never be in front of anyone."

"Morgan, one thing about sex..."

"What?"

"Never say never," as I licked my fingers clean.

*** 

On Tuesday, as I sat next to Eli and Zeke, I had all I could do to keep myself from jamming my hand in my pants. I was seriously horny. 

After class Eli said, "See you later, Gretchen."

"Oh, yes you will," I replied and stared at him.

He shrugged and walked off with Zeke.

The drawing class was at four that afternoon. I got back to the dorm at a little after two. I stripped and wrapped a towel around me. I took a long shower and tidied up my bush. Coming back into the room I found Morgan and her friend Caitlin. They looked like they had been studying together. Caitlin was almost as shy as Morgan. She was seriously overweight and tried to compensate by wearing baggy clothes. It didn't work. She just looked like a big girl in ugly, dumpy clothes. She and Morgan had hit it off after meeting in chemistry class. Although it was hard to believe, Caitlin was a bigger nerd than Morgan. 

"Hi," I said. I had one towel wrapped around me and was using another to dry my hair.

They both said hi. 

"So, this is the big day," said Morgan.

"Yep." I told her I wanted to shower and get out of my clothes in order to let any lines from my underwear disappear.

"Why?" asked Caitlin.

"Did Morgan tell you I'm going to be a nude model?"

Caitlin shot a glance at Morgan, who nodded.

"Yes."

"Well, the instructions I got told me that I should not wear anything that would leave marks. So, I'll not wear underwear and put on a sundress."

"You're going to be walking across campus with practically nothing on?" said Caitlin in amazement.

"What the heck," I replied. "In like a couple minutes after that I'll be totally naked."

The two girls just stared at me.

"Speaking of which, would it completely freak you out, Caitlin, if I lost this towel?"

"Uh, I guess not."

"Great." I dropped my towel around my ankles and used the other one to dry my body.

"Welcome to my world," said Morgan. She winked at me and I knew she wasn't upset.

"Gee, Gretchen, I guess you don't have a problem with nudity," Caitlin said letting her eyes move up and down.

"No, not really. You should try it."

Morgan rolled her eyes and Caitlin shuddered.

"What?" I asked.

"No one is ever going to see this body naked," said Caitlin. "I fucking hate myself."

"Don't say that," I said. "You have nothing to be ashamed of. Bodies come in all different sizes and shapes."

"Sure, that's easy for you to say," continued Caitlin, "you've got a wicked body."

Caitlin was probably never going to be thin, but she could look a lot better. She had a pretty face and nicely textured hair that was disguised by her total inattention to it. Her clothes, hairstyle, make-up choices and attitude were all working against her.

"Caitlin, I'm not going to insult you and say that our bodies are the same. But, I will say that you should not be so down on yourself. I think we all have to work to do the best with what we've got."

"What I got, no one wants to look at," said Caitlin.

"I said we have to do the best with what we've got. I don't want to hurt you, Caitlin, but you look like you don't even try."

Tears formed in the corners of her eyes. She rubbed her nose with the back of her hand. "What would you know, Gretchen? You're like perfect."

"Hardly," I said. "But that's not the point. No one wins by comparing ourselves to someone else. There are like a million girls on campus better looking than I am and have ten times better bodies. I can't do anything about that. What I can do is make the most of what I have. That's all I'm saying."

Caitlin looked at my naked body and shook her head.

"Gretchen, I would kill, seriously, I would fucking kill, to look like you for one day."

"I think that's a compliment, so thanks. But, again, you are not going to look like me. How about we think about how Caitlin can look the best she can?"

I glanced at Morgan whose eyes flitted between me and her friend.

"Ok, just for grins, what would I have to do?"

I looked at her with her black hair pulled back in a scrunchie. 

"Undo your hair."

She hesitated and then pulled her hair free. It fell over her shoulders in thick waves.

"You have beautiful hair, Caitlin. It needs styling and lots of conditioning, but it really is pretty."

Caitlin ran her hands through her hair. "Really? You like this mess?"

"It's a mess because you don't do anything with it. Just like your make-up."

"I don't wanna look like some dumb cheerleader-type."

I held back a smile thinking that no one would ever confuse Caitlin with a cheerleader.

"That's not the point. Make-up can highlight the good parts and help hide the not so good parts."

"Like?"

I stepped up to her and pulled her glasses off. They were purple and had a slightly cat-eyed shape. I thought they definitely had to go.

"Your eyes are super. They're a great shade of brown. You should consider contact lenses. With the right mascara and eye shadow, you could really make them the focus of your face."

"I have contacts, but they're a pain to put in," she said while sulking.

I ran my hand along her cheek. "We could do some exfoliation, get you into a good moisturizer and use some make-up to cover these zits. Don't freak out, we all get them. Eventually they'll go away, but why put up with them when you can easily cover them?" 

"I don't know, Gretchen. This all sounds like a lot of work for what will probably be not much reward." Caitlin stared at my naked body as we talked. Her look made me get a little excited. I wondered if I were having the same effect on her.

"Caitlin, I have to get ready to go to the class. But, if you are willing, I could come by your room sometime and we could experiment with some stuff. Then, I'd be happy to go with you to look at clothes."

"What's the matter with the way I dress?'

Morgan laughed. "Caitlin, you don't dress, you throw on the baggiest stuff you can find. I bet Gretchen could give you some ideas that might look better."

Caitlin sighed. "I don't know. I just want to study and get into med school. All this other stuff seems like it will be a distraction."




Girl Power



"It's up to you," I said, not wanting to back her into a decision. "Why don't you talk it over with Morgan and let me know. I would be happy to help."

"Ok, thanks," said Caitlin.

She packed her books and said good-bye.

"That was so nice, Gretchen. Caitlin could really use some help. As you might know, I would be completely clueless in helping her. God, I'm just as bad as she is."

I finished drying and hung my towels on the closet door.

"How do you know about all this stuff?" she asked.

"My mom."

"Your mom is like a big size or something?"

"No," I laughed, "my mom looks a lot like your mom. But, she does make-overs."

"Like those TV shows?"

I hesitated and then said, "She is one of those TV shows."

"No way! Which one?"

I told her.

"That's your mom? I love her. She is so cool. She has a different name. Oh, I bet she uses her maiden name." I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, she is. And, I've learned how to dress to accent the good and camouflage the bad. So, if you want me to help you bring out your awesome beauty, just say the word."

She looked at me as if I had six heads.

"Morgan, you are beautiful. Sure, you could work on a few things, but believe me you are one attractive woman. You have so much going for you. You just need to learn how to take advantage of all you have. You are really, really pretty."

Morgan teared up. She stood and hugged me.

I could feel her sobs. I rubbed her back as she embraced me.

"You're the best roommate I could have ever dreamed of. Maybe you could help me, too."

She caught her breath and held me tightly.

"You're like one of the cool kids back at high school, except you like me. They would never even acknowledge that I existed, except to make fun of me. They never talked to me or were nice to me. I really like having you as a roomie."

"Even if I don't wear any clothes?"

I could feel her laughing.

"Strange," she whispered, "I'm actually getting used to it."

I squeezed her and stood back, holding her at arm's length.

"Of course, Morgan, I'd love to help you. It would be an honor that you trusted me. But, I would need to have a better look at what I'm working with."

"What's that mean?"

"You'd have to strip for me."

Morgan's mouth fell open. She then noticed the gleam in my eye.

"Bitch," she yelled. She swatted me on the ass. I turned and bent a little.

"You can't just hit one cheek. Even them off."

Morgan hesitated and then struck my other cheek.

Laughing, she said, "I can't believe I am slapping my roommate's bare ass. Gretchen, you are having some effect on me." She softly stroked my butt cheeks where she had hit them.

I stood and turned back to her. This time I pulled her into my arms, "I hope so, Morgan, I hope so." I kissed her cheek and we hugged.

I finished getting ready and headed out to the studio. The butterflies in my stomach were competing for attention with the throbbing in my pussy. This was going to be one hell of an afternoon.

The studio was empty. I looked around at the easels scattered around the room and the small stage in the middle. One wall had windows starting half-way up and reaching the ceiling. I figured that let in natural light, but people couldn't see in. In the far corner there was a tri-fold screen, which I supposed would be the place where I stripped. I was still gawking when I heard a deep voice.

"Gretchen?"

I turned to see a tall man balanced on crutches.

"Hi."

"Hello, I'm Professor Adams, but you can call me Jacob."

He extended his hand and I shook it, feeling his firm grasp and slightly rough skin.

"Thanks so much for agreeing to be our model," he said making his way to a desk along the back wall. He leaned his crutches on the desk and sat on the edge. I looked at the cast on his right leg and foot.

"Yeah, dumb accident," he said. "I was carrying a bunch of canvasses down from my studio at home. I missed a step and the next thing I knew I was all in a heap at the bottom of the stairs and my leg was pointing in a direction it definitely should not have been."

"Ouch," I said.

"True," he replied with a smile. "The worst part was not the pain or the surgery, drugs handled that. The worst part was getting used to using these damn crutches and learning how to navigate around. You don't realize all the barriers we erect for those who aren't able to walk normally. I will never again gripe about seeing the handicapped spaces close to an entry door."

I smiled.

"Anyway, tell me a bit about yourself and why you're here."

"Sure, but I thought I was here to model."

"Right, but why do you want to model?"

"Well, let's see, the money is good."

"That it is. You aren't worried about posing nude?"

"Worried? I would say more twitchy than worried. In general I'm comfortable with my body and don't have hang-ups about nudity."

"Good."

I shrugged and asked why it was good.

"Well, I've found that some models get too uptight. When that happens, they can't give us natural poses. If you start out with an open attitude like yours, then usually things go smoothly. Anyway, after a few minutes you'll probably forget you're naked."

I doubted that. "Are you speaking from experience?"

Jacob laughed. "Do you mean have I ever posed nude?"

I nodded.

"As a matter of fact I have. Just like you—only ages and ages ago—I earned extra money in college. For both life drawing and photography. Then, I continued doing modeling while I was trying to survive as an artist. You're the first model I've ever had who had the nerve to ask me."

"I was curious, so I asked. And, I don't think it was 'ages' ago. How old are you?"

Jacob laughed harder than the last time.

"You don't mess around, do you?"

"Just wondering."

"It's no secret," he said smiling. "I turn thirty-five next week. And, before you ask, it's Wednesday."

I guessed he must be around that age because he did have his Ph.D. But, he certainly didn't look it.

"So, what kind of 'natural poses' are you looking for?"

"All kinds of things. Sitting, standing, bending and leaning on the stool. We sorta move through a number of different poses during a session."

"Sounds like what I expected. What did you mean by some models not being able to do this?"

He seemed to become a little embarrassed.

"I guess it's more with women than men," he said. "I mean with a guy it's all hanging out in front from the beginning. With a woman, her most private parts are still not visible. So, I ask a model to pose with her legs spread apart, some just can't do it."

"I get it. I definitely won't have a problem with that."

He gave me a funny look.

"No, it's not that I spread my legs for every guy who asks."

That sounded really warped. I quickly added, "I mean I don't think that will freak me out."

Jacob laughed and said we were going to get along great. He reviewed all the paperwork one last time and said I should go behind the screen and undress. Saying that I would find a robe to wear, if I wanted, he shook my hand and wished me good luck.

Behind the screen was a stool, a coat rack and a full-length mirror. A blue terry robe hung on a clothes tree next to the mirror. I pulled my dress off. I ran my fingers through my hair and shook it loose. Most probably like every other model, I checked myself out in the mirror. Having what most people called a long frame, which I think means not much meat on the bones, I inspected my body starting at my toes. I liked my legs. Long and toned. With hips that clearly showed my femininity, I looked at my tummy. Definitely not as flat as I would like and no sign of a six-pack, but it was attractive in a soft way. My breasts enjoyed sitting high on my chest and, thank god, did not sag. I don't put much stock in bra sizes since they really don't indicate what a boob looks like. When Lisa and I used to compare bodies, she described mine as pale apples. I like that description. They are sorta apple-shaped and about the size of an average apple. I still have puffy nipples that make me look more like a high-school girl rather than the highly mature college freshman of twenty days that I am. 

People have called me a brunette or auburn-haired. I just go with brown, but I do have some dark red highlights. These appear naturally, a gift from my red-headed father. Currently my hair almost touches my shoulders. I've been contemplating cutting it short, but haven't found the courage yet. 

I made faces in the mirror trying to decode what people have said makes me pretty. Some say cute, but I think that's because of the bridge of freckles that spans my face from cheekbone to cheekbone. I see everything as average, but if others want to think I'm attractive, who am I to argue? I do like my blue eyes. They can appear to change color depending on my ever-changing emotions.

My self-exam was interrupted by Jacob's voice calling me. I snapped out of it and realized that there was a buzz of voices behind the screen. I debated whether to wear the robe and opted for a more dramatic entrance and left the blue garment on the hook.

I stepped out from behind the screen and froze for a second. My stomach flipped at the sight of twenty young men and women sitting at their easels. Maybe I wasn't so brave after all. I hadn't spotted Eli or Zeke yet. Stepping forward, I kept my gaze on the stool in the middle of the stage. It was then that I saw Eli and Zeke staring at me, amazement overtaking their faces. For some reason, this helped settle the butterflies. I boldly strode forward.

Well, let's say I took one bold step, caught my bare toe on the leg of a stool, screamed in pain and took a header. I was sprawled on the floor looking at an assortment of feet gathering around me. 

"Are you Ok?" "Are you hurt?" "What happened?" "Did she faint?"

I shook my head to clear the cobwebs.

"Could someone help Gretchen up?" called out Dr. Adams.

I felt hands under each arm pit and I slowly stood. I saw Eli and Zeke on either side of me.

"You ok, Gretchen?" Eli asked.

I nodded and limped to the stage and plopped my naked butt on the stool.

"Well, class," said Jacob, "I guess you've all met Gretchen. She sure knows how to make an entrance."

Everyone laughed, including me. That cut some of the tension in the room. Jacob continued with his introduction.

"She will be our model for the next couple weeks, at least. Uh, Janelle, could you grab that towel on the desk and hand it to Gretchen."

"I'm fine, Dr. Adams," I said. "I don't need to cover up."

He made a motion along the front of his body. I looked down to see my breasts, tummy and thighs covered with dust and dirt from the floor. Janelle, a pretty dark-skinned girl, handed me the towel and I wiped myself. I dropped it by my feet and tried to smile bravely. I think I probably looked like a baboon with serious flatulence.

So much for first impressions I thought.

Jacob said they would start with a series of quick sketches. He had me pose still sitting on the stool with my arms above my head. This pose made my breasts tighten against my chest. Following his instructions, I went through a bunch of sitting and standing poses. By the time he called for a break an hour had gone by. I was stretching out numerous kinks when Eli and Zeke stood in front of me.

"How come you didn't tell us?" asked Zeke.

"Thought it'd be fun as a surprise. Are you surprised?"

"Oh yeah," he said.

"Jesus, Gretchen, this is so fucked seeing you like this," said Eli, his eyes moving all over me.

"Like what?" I asked in my most innocent voice.

"Like fuckin' naked."

"Complaining?"

"Gretchen, you are seriously hot, so, no it's not a complaint."

"Glad to hear it," I said as I shook my arms to relax them. Of course, that made my breasts bounce.

"God, you're killing us," said Eli.

I looked at his shorts and definitely saw a tent.

He saw where I was looking. "What'd you expect, Gretchen?"

I smiled and turned to stretch my quads by bending over. Zeke had a perfect view of my butt. I heard a soft groan.

Jacob was calling the class back in session. 

"Maybe we can get an ice cream after," I said.

The guys agreed and headed back to their easels. Jacob said we'd work on a longer pose. He stood close to me, balancing on his crutches, and spoke softly.

"Gretchen, you're doing great. I take it you know those two guys."

"Art history with Prof. Anderson."

"Bridget does a nice job," he said. I thought that when he said her name he smiled. Could be a little inter-faculty hanky-panky I figured.

"Any way, I wonder if you could turn about halfway in your stool to face the windows."

I swiveled on the stool and now was facing a new array of students, including my friends. They only had a side view of me before.

"Keep one foot on the bottom rung and the other on the top rung," he said. 

I complied and noticed it exposed my sex a little more.

"Can you open your legs a little wider?"

I looked in his eyes. I could swear he was doing this because he now knew Eli and Zeke would be staring right at my exposed lips and the opening to my vagina. I took a deep breath and slowly opened my legs. With every inch a new rush of adrenaline raced through my body. This is what I was hoping for and yet it terrified me.

"Great, hold that for fifteen minutes," he said and touched my shoulder. I shivered at his touch and my pussy began to get really wet. His gaze fell to my pussy. I opened my legs wider. "Take that, Professor Jacobs," I said to myself. My hands rested on my hips and my look fixed on the wall above the heads of those looking directly between my legs.

After five minutes of not moving a muscle, I lowered my eyes. Eli, Zeke, Janelle and two other students were engrossed in transferring their impression of my exposed body to paper. I recalled the tent in Eli's pants. I was learning another lesson. I could overcome my fear and make a guy hard. I wondered if I was having any effect on Janelle or any of the other students. I figured a little experiment was in order.

I caught Janelle's eyes and let a small smile cross my lips. She smiled back. I slowly opened my legs wider. Her gaze travelled down and her mouth opened to form an "O". I couldn't see what I looked like, but I figured that as turned on as I was that my inner lips were probably peeking out. Maybe she could even detect dampness. When she looked up again, I could tell she was breathing harder than before.

"Cool," I thought.

I shifted my gaze to Zeke, who was sitting next to Janelle and probably had an equally good look at my spread sex lips. He didn't notice me staring at him as he adjusted his shorts. Another wave moved through my body. I had given another friend an erection.

Jacob told me to relax for a minute as he made his way around the class looking at the drawings. I moved my shoulders and casually let my left hand fall between my legs and scratch my neatly trimmed bush. Zeke nudged Eli who turned to look at me as I dipped my finger along the side of my labia to relieve an imaginary itch. We only had ten minutes left, so Jacob asked me to stand with my arms stretched above my head. I turned and faced away from Eli and Zeke to give another side of the class the opportunity to draw my naked front.

I flexed my butt a few times, hoping my friends noticed.

Jacob called an end to the class. He reminded the students that we were going to have two sessions a week to make up for the time he was out. I found I was perspiring and picked up the towel I had used before.

"You did great, Gretchen," Jacob said. "More work than it looks like."

I smiled and rubbed myself dry.

"I'm tired," I admitted. 

"People think it's easy just to sit or stand. But, holding a pose is stressful. You add to that the adrenaline rush of being naked in front of people and you end up with fatigue. You will probably get used to it. For tonight, I recommend a hot shower. If you have a friend who could massage you, that would help a lot."

I nodded and thought how Morgan would feel running her hands over my naked flesh.

"So, see you Thursday?"

"Absolutely. Same time?"

He said yes.

"Jacob, can I ask your opinion?"

"Sure."

"I was wondering if you'd rather that I be like totally shaved?"

He lowered his head and looked at my bush.

"Really, Gretchen, that's up to you."

"You don't have a preference?"

He chuckled. "Gretchen, why do I get the feeling that you are trying to be provocative? As a professor and instructor in this class, I don't care one way or the other. As a man and you're wondering what I prefer in a woman...Well, that's none of your business. And, just to be sure you don't think I'm an idiot, I think you have a great body and you look fantastic posing."

He smiled and hobbled back to his desk.

"Still up for an ice cream?"

I looked up to see my classmates.

"You know, I think I'll beg off. I'm pooped. Next time?"

"Sure," said Zeke.

"See you tomorrow in class," added Eli.

In a few minutes I was dressed and heading outside.

I ran back to my room. Morgan was just coming out of the dorm. She was heading to dinner and asked me to join her. I was tired, but also was now ravished. We hit the café. Morgan went to the grill area and got a cheeseburger while I opted for the vegetarian pizza. I doubled up on ice teas and added a chocolate pudding to my tray.

We sat with some other girls and made small talk.

Walking back to our dorm, Morgan said, "Well?"

"What?"

"Don't be a tease, Gretchen. How'd it go?"

"How about this, Morgan? I grab a shower and then I'll give you the whole scoop."

"With details?" she asked grinning.

"Oh, yeah, lots of details."

It was a half-hour before I was back in our room. Morgan was deep into her Chemistry assignment. I needed to do some writing, so we agreed to work until nine. I pulled on a tee shirt and sat cross-legged on my bed with my laptop balanced on naked thighs. By the time I checked the time at the bottom of my laptop it was almost ten.

Any good that I got from the hot shower was long gone and my back and legs felt like a reject from a pretzel factory. Turning my neck sounded like there was a ton of bubble wrap breaking apart. Morgan must have heard my groans and looked up from her screen. As I was contorting my body to gain release from the cramps and aches, Morgan shut down and sat on the edge of my bed.

"You look like you're in real pain."

"The combo of posing and sitting like this for hours has done a job on me." Morgan pulled the laptop from me and set it on my desk. I uncurled my legs and fell back. My tee shirt was bunched up close to my boobs and my entire bottom half lay exposed. Morgan looked closely at my newly trimmed area.

"What?" I asked.

"It's just that I've never seen one this close. I mean even when you're prancing around naked, I didn't see this much of your, uh, private area."

"I take offense," I whined. "I never prance."

Morgan slapped my feet and we laughed. Slowly, I spread my legs farther apart giving her an open view.

"Gretchen, I didn't mean you had to..."

"It's ok, Morgan. God, take a look. You should use a mirror and check yourself out, too. Girls gotta know what's what."

Morgan returned her look to my crotch. I reached down and spread my lips with my fingers.

"You must remember human biology class," I said and let my lips close.

"We had a crummy text book with even worse illustrations and our teacher was at least 100 years old and probably couldn't even remember where her stuff was."

"Morgan, you can look and I can show you. It's not being gay or anything. Think of it as scientific experimentation. But, honey, we have to get you to name what you're looking at."

With red creeping up her neck and flushing her cheeks, Morgan said, "For now, how about we use like biological terms."




Girl Power



"Whatever."

"Ok," I returned my fingers to my pussy. "This is the vulva. These are the labia major. Most people call them lips. They can be called sex lips or outer lips, even pussy lips."

Morgan stretched out and with her head propped up by her elbow, moved closer.

I tossed her a pillow. "Put this on my thigh and you can rest your head. At least you won't get a kink in your neck."

Morgan rested her head halfway up my thigh with the pillow between my naked leg and her cheek.

"This is so naughty, Gretchen. I'd die if anyone ever found out."

I ran my fingers through her hair. "No one is going to find out. Besides, it's not naughty. It's just curiosity."

I moved my fingers along my lips, touching and rubbing them. Blood began to flow in that direction.

"Notice anything?"

"They're changing a little. Darker, maybe?" 

"Good, I'm stimulating them and now they're responding. When I masturbate, this is how I start."

I continued playing with my outer lips.

"Morgan, you can touch anything any time you want."

I heard a sharp intake of breath. "God, I could never..."

"Not saying you have to, but just letting you know you can."

Using fingers from both hands, I spread my outer lips.

"Describe what you see."

"Well, I can see your labia minora. They're a darker color, almost deep pink."

While holding them open, I ran my middle finger along the insides. I felt the moisture and my sensual build-up kicked into a higher gear.

"Can you see I'm getting wet?"

"Yes."

I played with my inner lips and spread some moisture around.

"Can you smell me?"

I could hardly hear her reply of, "Yes".

"Gross you out?"

"No," was the almost inaudible response. I pried apart my inner lips to expose the opening to my vagina.

"Oh, my god," said Morgan.

"I take it you're looking at my vagina?"

I could feel her head nodding. I slowly slipped a middle finger inside. I couldn't help but moan.

"It's nice and warm in here," I said. "My finger can feel the walls of my vagina."

I moved my finger in and out. My hips moved in union with my thrusting.

"That feels good?"

"God, yes. Especially since I've been turned on all day. I've wanted to finger myself for a long time."

I continued to play with myself. "What do you see now?"

"You're really wet there, Gretchen. It's like running down into your butt crack."

"Yeah, I can feel it." I added an index finger and moved faster.

"Wanna feel the inside?"

"No," she whispered, paused and added "not now."

I was getting close to orgasm and pulled my fingers out.

"Feel my fingers."

I didn't know if I pushed her too hard. I kept my hand extended toward her. Moving in slow motion she touched the tip of my middle finger with her index finger. She rubbed her finger tips together.

"Slippery."

"That's so when you fuck, oops, have intercourse, the guy can glide back and forth."

"Taste it?" I asked her. To show her it wasn't poison, I stuck my too fingers in my mouth and cleaned them. Morgan wiped hers on the sheet.

"Now, let's get to the heart of it."

I positioned my hand at the top of my slit. My clit was pushing hard against its hood.

"You know the clitoris. I'm going to refer to it as a clit."

I pulled the hood back and the pink button popped out.

"This is my best friend in life," I said. I ran my tip around the base and squirmed. "Jesus, that feels so good."

Morgan stared and I saw her wet her lips.

"Honest, Morgan, you've never touched your clit like this?"

"No."

"You've never wanted to?"

"I don't know. I mean I always thought that touching it or masturbation was like this really gross and bad thing. So, I never did it."

"Are you Catholic?"

"God, yes."

"So, you were taught this was bad?"

"All sex outside of marriage is bad," she said.

"Morgan, I can't imagine life, shit I can't imagine a day without feeling sexy. Without masturbation I would be a freaking, drooling idiot."

Morgan laughed. I played with my clit more.

"Can you see it swelling?"

"Oh, yeah."

"Give me your finger."

Morgan just stared at me. "Seriously, Morgan, I want you to touch my clit. Feel how hard it gets."

I reached out and took her hand. Slowly I moved it toward my pussy. I pulled her index finger until it was practically at my clit. "Now, touch it."

Morgan took a deep breath and pressed her finger to my clit. I groaned and she pulled back. "No, move it around. See how the clit reacts."

Morgan moved her finger slowly back and forth on my clit. I squirmed under her touch and got much wetter. Morgan pulled her finger away and wiped it on the sheet.

"Well, now you've seen everything about the female anatomy. I'd show you my asshole, but not just females have them."

"Thanks for sparing me," she giggled.

"Morgan, I am going to finish what I started. You can stay right where you are. In fact I hope you will. But, if that's too uncomfortable, I understand."

"I shouldn't. I think I've gone too far already."

"Just stay a little longer," I pleaded. "I want you to watch me.

Morgan remained silent, but didn't move. I played with my clit and inserted two fingers back inside. Morgan's head remained on my thigh. I could feel her hot breath along the side of my thigh.

I knew I could not last long. I began plunging faster and flicked my clit with a fingertip. As I was right at the edge, I added the third finger and pounded myself. I screamed and felt a strong flow go past my fingers, down to the sheet. I bounced Morgan's head off my leg and pulled my knees to my stomach. The aftershocks racked my body. I was now in a fetal position, resting on my side. I was shocked to feel Morgan's hand run over my butt and down the back of my thigh. I felt her fingers brush my thigh near to my quivering pussy.

"That was awesome," she said. "Thank you for showing me how beautiful sex can be."

Morgan pulled the sheet over me. I opened one eye to see her undressing at her closet.

With her nightgown on, she crawled into her bed and pulled the sheet up.

"Probably don't want to tell me about posing now, I guess."

"No, I'd love to tell you. Actually, now that I've come I can probably do a better job."

Morgan turned out the light. After my eyes adjusted, I could make out her form a few feet away. I began by describing Jacob.

"He sounds dreamy," she said.

"God, very high on the hot hunk scale. I knew just being naked in front of him would be fun."

Morgan howled as I described my fall and having to wipe dirt from my front.

"Honestly, Gretchen, if that were me—and it would never be me—but if it were, I would have just stayed on the floor and hoped to die."

When I described opening my legs to let Eli and Zeke see my sex, Morgan took a deep breath.

"What?" I asked.

"Well, I just saw what they must have seen, at least partly. It affected me."

"Affected like turned you on?"

"I don't know, but it made me feel funny."

"Feel funny between your legs? Made your nipples hard?"

"Yes," she said in a whisper.

"Are you feeling that way now?"

There was a long pause. I knew I had to wait for her to answer.

"Yes," even softer than before.

"Morgan, touch your nipple."

"Oh, I can't."

"Yes you can. You did it the other night when you watched me get off for the first time."

"You noticed?"

"Yeah and I thought it was cool."

"But, I've never done it without a bra on."

"Just do it, Morgan. Trust me on this."

In the darkness I could just make out her hand moving up to her chest.

"Ooh," she said.

"Feels good, huh?"

"Yes."

"Pull your nighty up far enough that you can get your hand underneath and touch your nipple."

"Like on bare skin?"

"Yep."

Slowly Morgan squirmed around and I could tell her nighty was bunched around her waist.

"God, oh god."

"Feels even better, right?"

"I never experienced anything like this, Gretchen."

"Play with both nipples. Roll them between your fingers, pinch them, pull them. Have some fun with them."

Morgan was rolling back and forth and I could hear her labored breathing.

"Why don't you take your nighty off? It will be easier. You can keep yourself covered with the sheet."

Morgan sat up and pulled the long garment over her head. I could see the side of one large breast. She dropped back down and pulled the sheet to her chin. Her hands moved back to her breasts.

"Oh, this is better, Gretchen."

Knowing what my roommate is doing made me wetter. I slipped two fingers inside immediately and started pumping.

"Are you wet, Morgan?"

"I don't know."

"Touch yourself."

"I can't, Gretchen. I've never done it. I just can't."

"Yes, you can. Take one hand and run it over your crotch on top of your undies."

After what seemed like an eternity, I saw the shape of her arm move under the sheet. Her hand crept down her body and stopped between her legs.

A low moan escaped her lips. I could see her legs move wider apart, stretching the sheet.

"Now, put your fingers under your waistband."

"Gretchen..."

"Just do it, honey. Trust me."

The shape shifted and I knew her hand was now in position.

"Ok," she said.

"Slide down until you touch yourself, your slit. You remember how I did it. Do the same."

"Oh god. Oh god, Gretchen, it feels so good."

"Now, are you wet?"

A second later she said, "Yes."

"Can you put a finger inside?"

"I don't think so. But, god, this feels could just rubbing along the outside."

"Just put one finger in. You only have to keep it there a second. I can help if you want."

"No, please. I mean, I can try on my own."

There was no sound for a while. Then I heard a long, low groan.

"Is it inside?"

"I can't believe this. Yes."

"Slowly move it in and out. You saw how I did it."

Morgan's breath started coming in short gasps. Her knees raised and I could make out her hips moving against her finger.

"Touch your clit, just like you touched mine."

Morgan moved her hand. Suddenly she screamed and pulled her knees up. "Jesus, Jesus, Jesus,' she wailed.

I smiled. 

"Congratulations, Morgan. I do believe you just had your first orgasm."

Morgan kept muttering 'Jesus' as her knees swayed back and forth.

When she finally seemed to calm down, I said, "Listen."

We were both quiet. There was some noise outside and we heard music from a room down the hall.

"So?" I asked.

"So, what?"

"Did you hear the heavens splitting apart?"

Morgan snorted and gave out her deep laugh.

"No."

"So, I guess that one beautiful girl masturbating did not bring about the end of the world."

Still laughing, she said "Guess not."

"Can I give you a hug?"

"I'm not ready for you to see me naked."

"Keep the sheet pulled up. That's ok."

"All right."

I moved to her bed and sat on the edge. Morgan held the sheet near her chin with one hand.

"Give me your other hand."

"I can't. It's, it's gross."

"That's not gross, Morgan."

I reached under the sheet and pulled her right hand out. I moved it to my mouth and sucked her middle finger.

"Oh, Jesus," she said. Morgan twitched on the bed and slammed her thighs together.

"I'd say that makes number two." I moved her wet finger to my breast and pressed it to my hard nipple. 

"See, you can turn me on, too."

I stretched out next to her and pulled her into my arms. With just the thin sheet between us, I could feel her tremendous breasts pushing against me, her nipples hard pebbles.

"What you did was normal, healthy and, obviously, fun. Don't spend a second worrying about it. You're not going to hell because you acted like a normal eighteen-year old girl."

I felt the tears on her cheek.

"Thank you, Gretchen."

I kissed her forehead. She looked up at me. I kissed her lips. They were soft and sweet.

"Does this make us..."

"It makes us nothing except friends. I kissed you because you looked so beautiful. Don't take it for any more than that."

"Ok."

I held her, stroking her naked back.

"Gretchen."

"Yes?"

"I still don't think I can be naked in front of you."

"Don't have to."

"You won't think I'm a wuss?"

"Nope. Just be comfortable with yourself."

"Thanks. But you can still run around bare-assed."

We laughed, cutting some of the tension.

"I think you like it when I do that."

Morgan kissed my cheek.

"Yeah, I think I do."

To Be Continued...we will continue to see how Gretchen develops her girl power and influences Morgan, Eli, Zeke and even Janelle.



Girl Power



"Come on in," I said.

"You look beautiful," he said, which surprised me because I was wearing sweats, teeshirt and my ratty old canvas sneakers. he was going to make this difficult, but it had to be done. He deserved it. And it was too late to be nice now. 

I ushered him and he saw the girls. He beamed. 

"We were just having a little get together."

And then he made a face. "What's that smell?" he asked. 

"Yeah," replied Lena. "I noticed that too. 

Johnny could tell she was barefoot, and perhaps the thought crossed his mind that it was her feet.

The pledges giggled.

"Why don't you take of your jacket," I suggested "You can leave it in the bedroom. As you can see we're pretty casual tonight.

Behind him, I saw Amy and Katey slip in the front door along with several Chi Omegas. 

"I remember the bedroom," he said before walking off down the hallway. 

We all got to our feet as he walked to the room and opened the door. I heard a deafening cheer from the room, and the door slammed closed. The girls were laughing and whooping it up as the rest of us hurried to the back.

I opened the door, and there were was Johnny, the bigger and taller Chi Omegas holding him down on the floor while Monica and Trish were sliding his pants down his legs while Ramona unbuttoned his shirt. He writhed.

"What the fuck," he yelled. "let go," he screamed but the girls were clapping and catcalling as Monica tossed his pants into the air with a flourish.

Two of the pledges raced past me and threw themselves on Johnny, tearing at his shorts until they practically came off in pieces, giggling and laughing as Johnny's limp cock and balls flopped out. 

The other girls were having too much trouble with the shirt to care about getting it off in one piece and began tearing at it too, until Johnny was naked but for his dress socks.

While the Chi Omegas held him down, the rest of us cheered. To think he flushed beet red, though I knew tons of women had seen him naked. Just not all at once. 

And then Lena and Sandra, their sneakers back on, hurried over and pulled Johnny's legs wide apart while Amy and Rita pulled some rope over from the bed on one side and a chest an other and looped it over his ankles, drawing the knots tight. Standing up, everyone let go of his legs, which were no firmly attached to the rope. He kicked, but try as he might he couldn't close his legs.

The girls then coiled another rope around each of his wrists, and pulled so that his arms were stretched out, his armpits exposed. Once tied, they let go and watched as Johnny furiously struggled to free himself. But Rita and Lena were champions with knots and they'd done their job perfectly.

"Let me out of here," he yelled.

Knowing how vulnerable he must be feeling, naked and spread eagled on the floor surrounded by howling, laughing co-eds, I approached and stepped between his legs until my canvas sneaker was inches from his balls. I gave them a nudge and he twitched.

"What do you want," he asked, his anger turning to fear.

"We don't want to hurt you," I said.

"Well, maybe just a little," added Sandra. Some of the other's laughed.

"Just do as you're told and we'll leave your precious manhood alone," I explained.

"I don't understand this."

"Nothing to understand. We're just having a little fun, and since this is a girl's only event, we have fun on our terms."

"I'll do anything you want," he sniveled. "Just let me know."

"Should I let him go?" I asked everyone in the room.

There was a deafening and collective "No." following by applause. We were all on the same page and it was amazing. I knew we were all going to have a blast.

"He's leaving," yelled one of the girls near the door. And then I turns and noticed, Brian, fully dressed, sneaking out through the living room. Fortunately, two of the Chi Omegas along with Katey were out there and had blocked the doorway.

"Where are you going?" I asked him.

"Tasha's expecting me. She told me not to be late."

"I'll tell her we need you here."

"But I promised her."

"Did you forget you're my slave too?"

Some of the other girls, including Lena and Rita poured into the room to see what was going on. 

"And mine," said Rita with a chuckle.

"And mine," echoed Katey.

And, pretty soon, everyone was claiming ownership over Brian.

He turns and before I knew what was happening, Brian darted off towards he front door. But Katey grabbed his legs, slowing him down enough for some of the Chi Omegas to grabs his legs and arms, while Lena and Rita grabbed him by his waist and threw themselves on him. Both Lena and Rita were tall girls and surprisingly strong and quickly straddled him.

"I guess we're going to have to tie you up again," I remarked.

And as soon as I did, someone found the rope while the three pledges, all giggles and smiles, worked on Brian's belt buckle and fly before yanking off his pants and shorts with a quick tug while some of the sorority girls pulled his shirt up over his head before dragging him by his wrists over to the sofa. 

Rita and Lena then worked their magic with the ropes while Brian struggled. I was surprised to see so much fight in him.

"You've got a lot of feet to do tonight," explained Lena, "so the sooner you stop squirming and do what you're told the sooner we can let you go."

"I'm next," yelled one of the pledges as she pulled his shorts off over his feet and tossed them aside.

"He keeps shrinking," said one of the Chi Omegas pointing to his cock and balls. Everyone laughed because they did look pretty shriveled. 

"You sure he's gonna like this?" asked another pledge, raising her foot. She was wearing boots, with knee-high socks. "My feet must be totally rank. I wore the same socks the last three days."

"He's gonna love them," answered Rita.

The girl began unzipping her boot but her friend already had her loafer off and was wiggling her dirty chubby toes over Brian's nose. 

"I thought it was my turn," asked the first girl.

"I called it first," said the second girl before sliding her wet foot over Brian's face. His expression was priceless, and he hated it more than ever, especially now that we were making him do it. And once Lena and Rita finished with the knots, Brian too was naked but for his socks and spread-eagled on the floor of the living area.

Everyone cheered. I'd never seen everyone in such high spirits.

And then I heard a yelp from my room.

I walked over and looked inside. Sandra and Amy and Ramona were taking turns with Sandra's pea shooters, and clearly one of them hit its mark right on Johnny's balls.

"Stop this. Please. Don't."

"The first one to hit his balls gets her feet worshiped," said Amy, "and that's me." She was ecstatic as she grabbed a chair and pulled it over towards Johnny's face, her lucky argyll socks pulled over the rims of her boots.

"What?" asked Johnny still struggling with his bonds.

"Oh," I began. "We thought you might get to enjoy all the women here, but only up to their ankles."

Amy couldn't unlace her boots fast enough but managed to pry one off, her sock all bunched up and dirty. "That's better, she replied.

"Ahhh. Those stink. Amy. What are you doing?"

Amy smiled as she lowered her socked foot just above his face. "Something I've been wanting to do for a long time. You're going to smell my feet and you'll shut up."

Johnny turns his head "Fuck that."

Lena hurried over and clasped his head between her sneakered feet. And with his head in place, Amy brought her sock foot down onto his face and began rubbing it all over.

Everyone cheered and whooped it up a bit. No one had done this with anyone but Brian, and here was a new guy with someone's stinky sock foot in his face.

"It's Amy's lucky socks," remarked Katey.

"I always wear these," laughed Amy as she curled her sock toes over Johnny's nose. he was fighting it, but it was no use. And when he finally inhaled, the room erupted. Everyone loved it.

"Those are fucking disgusting," yelled Johnny. "Got the fuck off me. Look if you want an apology for something I'll give it."

"You can apologize," I told him, "when everyone's done." More cheers.

"You bitches. You'll fucking regret this."

"What a mouth," said Amy as she began peeling off her sock. The toe end looked a little hard and crusty so I knew she'd been wearing them a lot. Like everyone else, I was careful to hold my nose. I knew Amy's socks packed quite a punch.

"I'll fucking ..." began Johnny but before he could finish, Amy had shoved her sock into his mouth. he tried to spit it out, but Amy worked more of it in until he couldn't speak. And then Ramona stepped over with the duct tape and put it over his mouth. 

"Suck on that while you think about what a big mouth you have."

Johnny moaned, frantic; but it was no use. He wasn't going anywhere.

And as Amy slid her sweaty, damp foot over his face and curling her wiggling toes over his nose, I could hear him gasping for breath, inhaling what must have been an incredibly stinky pair of feet. I knew her feet often smelled like Parmesan, or so they said, but this must have been worse than they'd ever smelled.

"Now you can focus on smelling my feet and not talking," she remarked, satisfied that Johnny had to inhale her foot odor just to breathe; and she'd squeeze his nose closed with her toes long enough so he'd be gasping for air, which he'd have to breath through her parmesan toes. God, Amy was so good at this. It was inspiring. She really knew how to work her feet over a guy's face and nose. 

Johnny was moaning and struggling. He had a lot of fight in him, but he would learn to accept it before long. Breaking a guy down takes more than just five minutes of smelling stinky feet. Heck, Brian has been worshipping feet, among other things, for months, and he's still a jerk from time to time.

As Amy began undoing the lace on her other boot, she wiggled her toes over Johnny's nose, taunting him with them as if to say she could rub her toes over his nose as much as she liked.

"I really should get something back for letting you smell my feet," said Amy, to everyone's amusement. We were all egging Amy on and telling her to give it to him and make him smell her feet good. 

"Especially 'cause I got my feet extra stenchy for you, and it took me days. So I figure the least you can do is clean up my room, do my laundry for a month, at least. Sound fair?"

Johnny moaned, but he didn't look happy. I knew he wanted to slap Amy's cheesy toes off his nose, but her toes weren't going anywhere and I could still hear him taking big whiffs as she wriggled them.

And when Amy shoved her other sock foot onto Johnny's face, his back arched and he shuddered. I could hear him breathing in the stink of her lucky socks, and I knew he was detesting every minute.

The Chi Omegas loved every minute Johnny lurched and writhed while Amy rubbed her damp sock foot over his face.

"I really outdid myself," said Amy with a laugh, her hand to her nose. "I figure I should get two months of chores, minimum."

Amy then peeled off her sock and, pressing the crusty toe end over his nose, began scrunching it with her toes. "That's it. Breathe it in. That's some hard-earned sweat there."

I got closer to take a look and gave Amy a high-five before observing Johnny's face. he looked angry beyond words, but thankfully I had something good to use against him so he wouldn't breathe a word and would be grateful to be our foot slave time and time again.

Amy couldn't have been having Johnny smell her toes for more than fifteen minutes when Sandra and Katey were telling her she was taking too long.

"He can smell them some more when he cleans 'em," said Katey as she pulled up a chair next to Johnny's face. "Ready for a new flavor," she asked Johnny while she stuck her platform athletic shoes on his chest and began untying the laces.

While Lena still held Johnny's head in place with her dirty sneakers and Amy began putting her socks back on, Katey, to the cheers of the crowd, unleashed her damp, sock foot, dirty and crumpled, before shoving it right in Johnny's face. 

Johnny lurched again. I knew Katey's feet smelled. he always did her best to get them stinky even though she didn't have naturally smelly feet; but she would wear the same socks for days and they were really potent. I got a whiff of the pungent, vinegary odor before stepping away.

"And what do I get for letting you smell my feet?" she asked as she rubbed her sock foot all over his face, clutching at his nose with her filthy sock toes.

"Maybe a few pedicures? Maybe you could do my laundry too. And I can never keep my room clean enough. Mmn. Let me think of a way you can repay me."

Sandra and two of the chi Omegas were once again using Johnny's balls for target practice with their pea shooters. But fortunately for Johnny. their aim was horrible.

And then I heard a yelp from Brian in the other room and wondered if he was getting the same treatment.

I stepped outside and while one of the pledges was sitting down with her feet pressed firmly over Brian's face, the other two pledges were tapping at his cock and balls with rulers. with each smack, Brian groaned. I knew it hurt, but he could handle it. It was great seeing the girls have so much fun, and everyone was getting a real kick out of watching the two pledges tormenting his privates.

"I thought it would be fun," said Rita, an even bigger ruler in hand, "so I brought them."

"Good thinking," I told her with a smile before grabbing an extra ruler. I stepped between hid legs and gave him a few hard swats on his inner thigh. He gasped. "That's for being an asshole," I told him. And then I gave him a good tap on his shrunken testicles. He gasped again. "And that's for not smelling her feet loud enough."

"Yeah," said the pledge, her thick toes clutching at his nose. "I don't even think he's smelling them."

"Anyone with really stinky socks?" I asked the crowd. One of the other pledges wearing size 10 Airwalks stuck her feet on Brian's chest. "I've been wearing my socks for like four days now."

"Why don't you take one off and stop his mouth with it."

Everyone laughed at the idea. For the most part, we never had to stop his mouth to make sure he smelled our feet, but Brian tried to run off and clearly he wasn't as compliant as I thought he was. he was still a man and always needed to be taught a lesson. 

The girl pried off her sneaker and, waving her hand over her face, began peeling off her sock and dangling it over Brian's face so the toe end was just over his nose. It must have been vile because Brian quickly turned his face away. But Rita was there to give him a kick with her oxfords.

"Hold his face between your feet," said Laura to the barefoot pledge. The pledge did jus that while the other pledged began grinding the damp sweat socks over Brian's nose, giggling all the while.

"I can't believe I'm doing this."

"Having fun?" I asked.

"I'd do this again any day," was the reply. Everyone loved tormenting Brian. I guess they knew what a jerk he was.

"Smell it," yelled Rita. "Or Anna will smell your balls," And then I heard his gasp as he breathed it in.

"When he opens his mouth," I told the pledge, stuff the sock in his mouth." And with that, I gave Brian a good hart rap to the balls with the big ruler and he yelped in pain, but his cries were quickly muffled by the pledges sock shoved in his mouth. Monica tossed Rita the duct tape and she sealed it up.

"Now he has to smell your feet," said Rita to the two pledges who had now both begun to work their sweaty feet over Brian's face, taking turns curling their toes over his nose while Rita kept telling him to smell their feet good.

And then the phone rang again. It was Tasha and she was wondering about Brian. She'd asked if I'd seen him. And I told him he was with us at the party. 

"What party," she asked.

"Didn't Brian tell you?" I told her. "I gave him explicit instructions to tell you last week, and when I asked him if he'd told you he said he did."

Tasha was silent before speaking. 'The bitch."

"You know Brian. He's still a liar and an asshole."

"I am so going to kill him," she said. 

"Come on over. he's here. And I can help you get him back real good."

I was relieved. It was the old ballbusting Tasha I remembered so well. And she'd come over and enjoy tormenting Brian along with everyone else; because we were a team and we worked so well together. We could let some stupid guy divide us. It was us versus the stupid guys and we would always win because we knew how to work as a team and so we deserved the fun we were having.

I walked to the other room to see how things were going and noticed Ramona, one bare foot on his face. She was removing her other size 9 Adidas. One of the old ones she always wore for lacrosse. 

Two of the girls had been writing the phrase "Property of Chi Omega" all over his body with lipstick. Of course, he belonged to us as much as them, but it was the spirit of the thing. We owned him and it was great to see reminders of it on his chest, legs and arms. Someone else had etched a purple "x" with lipstick on his shrunken balls.

"X marks the spot," said Sandra with a giggle as she took another shot with her pea shooter. She missed again.

"When can I get my feet licked," said Ramona, extending one filthy sole. "It's what I've really been looking forward to. And they're so sweaty and nasty." And Amy smiled, her fingers over her nose as if to indicate she agreed. 

"Well when you let him smell your feet," said Katey, "it's the least he can do."

"But he'll start mouthing off again," said Ramona, her toes clamped over his nose while he inhaled the stale stink.

"Then we need to clarify some things first," I said before reaching down and yanking off the duct tape. As Johnny began spitting out the sock, I yanked it out.

"You fucking bitches. You goddamn fucking. Fuck. I'll fucking kill you."

And with that I took the ruler and gave him a hard swat to his balls.

He lurched and got quiet pretty quick. "You go girl," said Amy. Others applauded. I was proud of how far I'd come in the past months. I'd become more confident than I ever thought and I really knew how to master a guy. 

"I'll make you pay for that."

"You're lucky because considering what I know about you," I began. "What we all know. Candace told us everything, about how you forced her to have sex with you even though she kept saying no."

"She kept telling me to fuck her," he said almost whimpering.

"And Rose. She told us the same thing. How you forced her."

"That's a lie," he said, which, to some extent it was. 

"I'd say you were a little aggressive with me," remarked Amy. 'So if they say you raped them, I can see it."

"It's not true," he said, Ramon's feet still in his face, so his voice would get nasally whenever she scrunched his nose.

"I can make sure Candace and Rose say nothing to the administration here because I know they have a no tolerance policy about things like that."

"They lied."

"And who will they believe? A guy who plays around and has sex with everyone or two women who feel violated? And even if they can't prove it, you'll probably be expelled with only a year to go."

"Why?" he asked.

"I figure you only have to suffer with us, in private, and no one else has to know. But you'll do what you're told and you'll damn well smell our feet when we tell you too."

"This is fucked."

"Which is no reason to deprive Ramona or foot worship. She wants her feet cleaned. So do all of us. And you'll do it because you're lucky."

One of the sorority girls snapped a photo and then another. 

"Hey?" yelped Johnny, but it was the last thing he said because Ramona has shoved her toes in his mouth.




Girl Power



"Bite her and I'll hit you so hard you'll wish you'd never been born a man," I yelled, ruler raised to show him I meant business. The girls cheered me on. They loved seeing me get tough.

"Now suck her toes," I added. And he began sucking on them, much to Ramona's infinite pleasure as she slid her toes in and out of his mouth, shoving them deep until all her toes were in his mouth and then sliding them out again. "More tongue," she commanded, and he did what he was told.

"He's always been good with this tongue," remarked Amy, much to everyone's delight. "His best talent which we can make very good use of, huh girls?" Everyone whooped and cheered. "It's going to be about what we want from now on, Johnny. You won't say "blow me' and expect us to get on our knees. We tell you to eat us and you get on your knees." More cheering and caterwauling. It was pandemonium. Everyone loved the idea of a sex slave, and Johnny was so gorgeous. Besides, Brian wasn't so good at oral sex, but Johnny was.

"It feels so good," said Ramona as she had him lick the length of her dirty, sweaty soles before having him suck on her heels and scrape them clean with his teeth.

Before long, Katey had her shoes off again and had joined Ramona, taking turns sliding their feet into his mouth and getting their toes sucked. "He's good."

"I'm beginning to think it was worth my while getting my feet super stinky," remarked Katey, her toes wedged inside Johnny's mouth.

I couldn't wait for my turn, but I wanted to see everyone happy first.

And Tasha had just arrived. I heard her screaming at Brian and I popped out to take a look. the girls were laughing while Tasha kept kicking him with her vans. She was brutal. 

"You bitch. You think you can lie to me? I hate liars. Why are men such liars."

Brian tried to defend himself, but with a rank sock in his mouth there wasn't much he could say.

"You can be in charge of his balls," I said offering her the ruler. And her eyes lit up. "His balls are mine."

And she began wailing at him with the ruler over his legs, inner thighs and cock before giving his balls a few hard whacks. Brian groaned like I'd never heard him groan before. 

Rita, who had her sock feet in his face, curled her sock toes over his nose while he inhaled deep to catch his breath. We called her fritos because her fete always smelled like fritos, but they must have smelled worse today because her socks looked filthy and greasy.

"How many days you wear those?" I asked her.

"Five days," she said proudly. The pledges were saying things like "gross" and nasty" while others laughed.

Tasha seemed content now that she'd vented her aggression, and I could tell she probably wanted tome foot worship too.

But Rita was only getting started and had just pulled a damp sock of her size 10 foot before curling her long sweaty toes over his nose and telling him to smell them real good, wiggling them playfully all the while. 

I loved how everyone had fun getting their feet sniffed. No one just put their feet on his face without rubbing them all over and working his nose right under their toes. Even the pledges knew how to use their feet, though Rita and the others were coaching them really well.

And Brian hadn't been smelling Rita socks and bare toes before the third pledge began unzipping her boots and taking a sweaty, sock foot, her socks pastel, and slammed it right down on Brian's face. 

"Just get your toes like this," explained Rita as she curled her toes over Brian's nose and wiggled them while Brian kept breathing in her stink. 

The pledge nodded and took her sock toes over his nose. "Oh," she remarked with a giggle. "I can smell them from here." And when Brian breathed, she beamed. "Wow. This is so cool." And turning to Brian, she told him to "Smell my feet, stupid boy." 

"Good job," said Rita and everyone else agreed.

As for the other room, Sandra was shoving her sweaty foot, fresh out of her sneaker deep into his mouth until he chocked. Others giggled. "Deep throat my foot, bitch." She said.

And surprisingly, Johnny was sucking on her feet real nice, not like he had much choice. Her soles were a little dirty, but I knew they wouldn't be dirty much longer.

I knew it was my turn and I asked Sandra if she wouldn't mind letting me have a go. 

"Ten minutes," she asked, prying her other wet bare foot from her sneaker and pressing her toes over Johnny's nose. "This is way too much fun to stop now."

I returned to the other room and noticed Tasha and two of the pledges, jabbing and tapping at his privates while he squirmed. There was no way he could find any of this pleasurable. He'd hate it. We'd have fun. And everything would be great.

Two Chi Omegas raced into the room, lipstick in hand, and began writing "Property of Chi Omega" over Brian's legs. Everyone was having such an amazing time, and we hadn't even served any alcohol yet. By the time everyone got their feet sniffed at least once, we'd be getting a little drunk and especially mischievous; because the girls always got rally imaginative and sadistic when they were drinking. And we had two stupid boys to make good use of so wee could play out all everyone's naughty and wicked. I myself was thinking about slinging both of them over the sofa, their asses and balls exposed, and let the blindfolded girls play pin the donkey with real tacks. That is if I was still feeling sadistic enough; if not we could just use pieces of gum.

The third pledge was now making Brian smell her long toes. She was real supple with them and even stuck them up his nose for a few seconds and then curling them over his nose while he gasped for air. What a pro. Just like Amy. 

One of the Chi Omegas was sliding a pair of panties down from under her skirt and approached Brian. "Can I crown him?" she suggested? Everyone laughed and so she put her panties over his head while the pledge continued to slide her toes over his nose. Brian looked ridiculous. "I've been wearing those for days," she said, giving everyone some interesting ideas of what else we could make him smell.

I could see Nina and Monica in the uggs they always wore around campus, and they were getting pretty impatient to work their feet in Brian's face too. But there would be time for everyone to have fun with the boys, and to get seconds even. It was still early. Maybe seven o'clock and I was prepared to keep things going all night.

I returned to the bedroom and saw Johnny sucking on Sandra's feet. They looked much cleaner, and Sandra was loving it, admiring how clean Johnny got her feet. 'Well someone has a talented mouth," she said. And everyone laughed. They loved referring to Johnny's talented mouth and most of them probably wanted to try that talented mouth on other parts of their bodies.

And with a laugh, Sandra lowered herself so her armpit was over his mouth. 

"I haven't showered in two days," she said with a chuckle. "You can lick my armpit clean."

And to everyone's amusement, Johnny swiped at her armpit once with his tongue. And Sandra told him to keep going.

Sandra could keep finding stinky body parts for Johnny to worship, but I wasn't going to keep waiting so I took a seat. 

Sandra quickly took her sneaker, turned it over and pressed it over his mouth and nose so he'd have to smell inside her sneaker. It must have been putrid because Johnny convulsed.

"No. Not that," he said while I held his head straight with my feet. Sandra's new humiliation was amusing enough so I figured I'd wait a bit while Sandra made him breathe in her shoe odor.

"You always wear those shoes," I remarked, getting a whiff of rotten, musty old sneakers. 

"They're comfy," she said, giggling while Johnny coughed on the odor.

And then I pried off my canvas sneaker and wriggled my feet. It felt great to finally get my shoe off. I'd been on my feet so much trying to work up a good sweat that my feet needed some serious attention.

"Feels good to finally air these out," I said. And the smell was bad enough to scare Sandra off who finally left Johnny, gasping for breath, ready for my feet. And I could smell my own feet. After a good day on my feet they smelled like cheetos, but now they smelled like super stinky cheese and rotten old sneaks because I'd been wearing my ratty old shoes all week, and today I'd been wearing them barefoot so there were pieces of shoe lint on my sweaty soles and my toes and soles were a little red and dirty. 

And then I planted it right on Johnny's face, doing just what I thought about doing when I invited him over. I was sure to get my toes right over his nose so he could smell the ball of my foot right where my feet got extra ripe. And when I felt him breathe it in, it was electric. I twitched my toes, loving it. 

He made a face and tried to turn his head away.

"Please, don't. They stink," he said.

But Lena and Katey were quick to help me, pressing their shoes up against his head to keep it in place while I worked my toes over his nose, clutching at it and pressing my toes over his nostrils.

"Smell my feet loser," I told Johnny. And he did just that. It was great. He kept making a face but I knew he'd do what I wanted. 

He was breathing out of his mouth so Amy peeled off her freshly sweaty sock and stuffed it in his mouth while one of the Chi Omegas put duct tape over it.

"We'll have to do that if anyone has super stinky feet like Anna," Amy said referring to my cheesy feet. And I felt proud they were so stinky and that others thought they were too; and I relished every breath Johnny took from under my toes.

"Considering I got my feet extra gross for you, I'm going to get a lot of housework out of this."

Johnny said nothing but kept smelling my feet, and I pulled my other foot out of the shoe and slid it over his face before curling my other toes over his nose. He writhed a bit. But he wasn't going anywhere and not only was I gonna have him smell them until he calmed down, he was going to clean every inch of them until they didn't stink. 

Everything had worked so well it was amazing. Everyone was having a blast and we were all having a good laugh, particularly when we gave one of the boys something new and stinky to smell and worship. And when the alcohol arrived, things really picked up and by the time everyone got their feet sniffed at least once, the girls were competing over who had the worst smelling feet and smelliest shoes, trying them out on the boys to gage levels of disgust. My midnight, everyone had gotten their feet sniffed and licked by both boys and we were all getting anxious to try more kinky and naughty humiliations for the boys. By one o'clock we were all drunk and eager to humiliate the boys however and whenever. And so after picking smelling shoes, socks, licking armpits and sucking on well-worn panties, both boys were bent over the sofa and tied up, stinky panties over their faces and socks stuffed in their mouths, not to mention their asses bright red from some thorough beatings, particularly from Tasha. And then the most wicked amongst us got to humiliate them with our dildos and other paraphernalia from the sex shop near campus. But that's another story; and so is where Johnny's face was at 3:00 in the morning until 3:40; and I can tell you I earned all four orgasms not to mention the many I would make sure Johnny and Brian gave me in future.

All in all, the most amazing girl's night out ever; but could I ever top it? And Brian? Totally compliant and thankfully it wasn't worse. And Johnny? He needs work, but he seems to like pleasuring us, though he hates stinky feet. Poor baby.

Since it was so easy for us girls to totally raunch and humiliate two boys we've been thinking about adding a few more boys to our stable of boys, especially now that another sorority has taken an interest and no one seems to have enough time with either Brian or Johnny. Yes, more boys will be necessary, more annoying guys who need to be taught a lesson in girl power.