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A Field Trip for Delta Nu

By: Charles Petersunn



This story was inspired in part by a Japanese movie, "Bus Full of Blonde." It is placed in the Mature section, as the relationships are consistently May/December; more specifically, younger ladies seducing older men. All of the characters are at least eighteen. I do hope you like it!

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Delta Nu was probably the most popular sorority on the Livingston campus. Every one of the sisters of Delta Nu was quite pretty. Many were in fact beautiful. They also had the bodies that men would die for. Well, maybe that's a bit exaggerated, but they really were consistently so very attractive. Most importantly, Delta Nu girls met and married the most desirable and successful men. The sorority's motto was "Any girl who wants a guy wants first to be Delta Nu." Elle Woods was, of course, a Delta Nu. She was probably their most famous alumni. She naturally married a very successful lawyer. But, there were other notable graduates as well. Suzanne Somers, Goldie Hawn, Alicia Silverstone, Desiree Cousteau, Christina Applegate, Carol Connors, Claire Wellington, and Lorelei Lee were all Delta Nu, as well as, of course, Bree Olson (see "Five steps to Delta Nu").

Delta Nu was also a very progressive sorority. They valued the representation of all groups, all perspectives. Most of the girls were blonde, but some were brunette and a couple were even redhead. Delta Nu embraced diversity. Some of the girls were tall, some were petite. Delta Nu did not discriminate. Delta Nu didn't even require that a girl's breasts be large. That would be terribly prejudicial and also missing the point. Some guys do like them little. However, all of the girls were clearly very attractive, if not beautiful. That was to be expected. Delta Nu supported diversity, but they were not stupid. Well, actually, many of the girls weren't the brightest bulbs in the lamp, but they knew enough to get what they wanted, and no Delta Nu failed to be successful in college, if success meant finding the right man, and for a Delta Nu girl that did indeed mean obtaining the most desirable catch.

From the perspective of Livingston College and the Panhellenic Council, the governing body of sororities, Delta Nu was a jewel. Delta Nu turned marginal, even failing, students into members of the Dean's List. This was most impressive to the Dean of Undergraduate Affairs, Mr. Horner, and a point of considerable jealousy among the more academically oriented college associations. The manner in which Delta Nu accomplished this feat was a carefully guarded pedagogical secret coveted by all of the other sororities and fraternities.

In fact, this past year the sisters of Delta Nu obtained the highest grade point average of all of the sororities and fraternities on campus, much to the annoyance of Chi Omega which contained the highest proportion of chess club, biology club, chemistry club, pre-med, and pre-law members. As a reward for their outstanding academic accomplishment, Mr. Horner, the Dean of Undergraduate Studies, selected six members of Delta Nu to represent Livingston College at a three-day seminar in Washington, DC, for undergraduates wishing to pursue a career within the financial sector.

The girls were ecstatic! Of course, none of them were actually pursuing careers within the financial sector. Some of them were business majors, but that was only to meet future businessmen. Pre-business courses were horrible! Could there be anything more boring than classes on economics or accounting? Gag me with a spoon! However, it was not difficult to get good grades in the classes. Guys in the classes were pretty willing to "help" with the girls' homework and exams. And, if that wasn't sufficient, the teaching assistants would provide extra tutoring, and these young men had ready access to the tests. And, if that wasn't enough, there was still the professors, most of whom were also male. For the girls of Delta Nu, business classes were essentially "bunny" courses.

In any case, the Delta Nu girls were not interested in attending the seminar in order to get a heads-up on how to be successful businesswomen. They were going because of the tremendous networking possibilities. The girls of Delta Nu were not particularly interested in becoming bankers but they certainly embraced the opportunity to meet bankers. Who was richer than bankers?

Banking is really quite an amazing career. You give the bankers your money to store for you. All they have to do is to provide you in return a nominal dividend, which will be much, much lower than the interest rate they will charge for the vast number of loans they provide on the basis of having yours and everyone else's money that they are storing. Funny how the money you give them to store is not itself considered to be a loan. And, of course, they can also invest all of your money, as if it was a loan to them, plus invest even much more than what they actually have, by borrowing from other banks, all of whom are in massive debt to each other.

Naturally, you don't get any of the profits from the bank's investments of your money. They keep that for themselves. You should just feel happy that your money is in a save place (at least up to 250,000 dollars, which seems a lot to you but is a pittance to the persons running the bank). And, of course, for keeping your money save and investing it to make lots of money for themselves, the bankers largely determine their own salaries, which are typically obscenely large. 

Banking was such an attractive career that some Delta Nu girls even considered pursuing it. But, that pointless ambition never lasted for long. There was some degree of work involved, particularly during college. So, the girls pursued the next best thing: marrying a banker.

Each of the financial seminars in Washington, DC would be led by a major player within the banking, finance, or insurance field. The girls got warm between their thighs just thinking about meeting so many wealthy and powerful men.

There was one minor setback. Livingston College, like all colleges, was strapped for funds. Their budget was supported largely by the dividends they received on their endowment (held by some bank), which had shrunk well below expectations with the fall in the market (due largely to banks making far too many risky loans), leaving the campus with a considerable budget crunch. All new hiring was frozen, all new construction was halted, and every dollar, even every cent, was being carefully monitored and questioned. The college administration decided that it simply could no longer afford a trip to Washington, DC. The cost of the air travel alone was well beyond their travel budget's capacity for the sorority.

Dean Horner was very reluctant but he would have to call the trip off. Perhaps next year, he suggested.

The girls though were not to be denied. True to form for any sorority the ladies came up with a plan to make it work. They repackaged the trip in a manner that would be well within the college's strict financial limitations. First, they would all share rooms at a Motel 6 just outside of the city rather than stay at the Ritz Carlton (in the heart of "the district"), as originally planned. They would eat at fast food restaurants, and they would limit their tourist excursions (the Smithsonians in DC are free but the real fun ones, like the History of Fashion Museum did charge a fee). Plus, they would take a bus to travel from Livingston to DC.

Dean Horner was impressed, and pleased, with the girls' motivation and frugality. Plus, he was going to be their chaperone and had so much looked forward to the trip himself. He was not particularly excited about taking a bus, but if the girls were willing to make a sacrifice, then so was he.

The bus ride, however, wouldn't really be that bad. Bus seats are considerably more roomy than airline seats. Plus, it's such a wonderful opportunity to see America. Well, at least some of the trip would be scenic. Probably much of it would be quite boring. They weren't even riding a chartered bus that provided movies. It was a public bus that had to make stops along the way.

The girls were naturally late getting on board and so, as a result, they had to take the remaining seats, which meant for many of them sitting next to strangers rather than being able to sit next to each other. It was curious how so many passengers put their baggage on the empty seat next to them, and then act is if they didn't notice it while the girls were looking for a place to sit down.

Dean Horner suggested that they play a game. He had made maps of the U.S. and every time a sorority sister (or anyone else on the bus who wanted to play) saw a license plate from a particular state she would color in that state. The first person to color in all 52 states would win (or the person who had the most states colored in by the end of the trip, if nobody saw all 52 states).

Lexi Belle though talked him out of it. They couldn't really play the game very effectively as the girls were spread out all over the bus. In any case, the girls didn't mind sitting next to strangers. Delta Nu girls, like all sorority girls, were very gregarious and friendly. It's why Delta Nu girls were so popular at social events, meetings, and conventions. They could turn the most boring function into a delightfully merry and engaging party. For the girls of Delta Nu, a bus trip was an opportunity to make new friends. 

"Hello," Ellie exclaimed with a big grin, holding out her hand to the man moving his briefcase from the seat next to him so that Ellie could sit down. "I'm Ellie Fox. What's your name?" She reached over with her right hand to shake his.

Mr. Sanders slipped the briefcase beneath the seat in front of him and turned to the young girl now sitting down next to him in the aisle seat. She was a strikingly pretty little girl, with large round sparkling blue eyes, and even larger and rounder spectacles, rosy red cheeks with little dimples, pursed pink lips, a perky nose, and wavy auburn hair that came down to the rounded collar of her white blouse. She was wearing a rather tight light blue cardigan sweater over her blouse, a necklace with the Delta Nu emblem on the pin, a matching light blue skirt, white socks, and tennis shoes. She was a petite little thing, as her feet barely touched the floor of the bus.

"Uh, yes, I'm Larry Sanders," he replied, shaking her hand. He also noticed how lovely was her perfume. Sitting next to her wouldn't be so bad. He no longer regretted having to move his briefcase. He sorely hated having a stranger sit next to him on a bus, particularly the overweight and smelly ones. This girl, though, was far from that.

"I'm going to Washington, DC," Ellie said with considerable enthusiasm.

"Yes, uh, well, um, so am I."

"It's going to be a long trip."

"Yes, yes, it will be," he replied.

Ellie Fox then proceeded to inform Mr. Sanders about virtually anything and everything about herself she could possibly think of, starting with the immediate facts that she was a member of the Delta Nu sorority going on a field trip to Washington, then getting to her major, her favorite movies (Legally Blonde, naturally, was her very most favorite), her least favorite movies (Memento; it just didn't make any sense), her best friends (Christine Michaels was one), her favorite TV shows (American Idol, Bachelor, Charmed, Project Runway, and Bachelorette), her favorite singers, her favorite actor (Tom Cruise, even though she couldn't understand scientology all that well), her favorite color (pink naturally, whoever said orange was the new pink was seriously disturbed), how controlling were her parents, the outfit she was wearing that day (and whether he liked it, which he did), what she had considered wearing but rejected for various reasons, what she did yesterday (pack), what she had wanted to do instead (go shopping), how she so much enjoyed shopping, what she had recently bought, what she had for breakfast, what a wonderful house that was they just passed and how she would like to have a house like that someday.

Larry tried to get her to stop talking by the usual means, such as not evidencing any significant interest, not offering his own contributions to whatever topic was being discussed (by her), not asking any questions, and even opening up a book to suggest that perhaps he had something else he would like to do. But, she just wasn't getting the cues. In fact, when he told her directly that he wanted to read his book she just used that remark as a cue to discuss her favorite books (e.g., Twilight) and how she had wished that she had brought a book with her "because it was such a long trip but how nice it was to have someone to talk to instead, as getting to know someone is really much more enjoyable and satisfying than just reading a book, isn't it? He politely nodded his head in agreement, but he wasn't being especially sincere."

He was beginning to think that perhaps an overweight man would have been better than this chatty Ellie. He was about to just state emphatically that he needed to take a nap when she said, "I'm going to Washington to visit my boyfriend. I haven't seen him in a few weeks. He goes to college there."

Well, that wasn't the precise point at which he changed his mind. It was her next remark. "Yes, well, I was really thinking that I would..." She didn't finish the sentence. She just added, "We've never done it yet."

"Excuse me?" He wasn't so sure he had heard her correctly.

Ellie leaned in closer to him to repeat, but more quietly, "We haven't done it yet."

He did hear her correctly but still wasn't sure if he was understanding her correctly. "Um, done it?"

Ellie smiled. She could see that Mr. Sanders was a bit uncomfortable with the turn in the conversation. The older generation was incredibly conservative and inhibited when it came to things like this. She leaned in even closer, pressing a breast against his arm. "You know what I mean, Mr. Sanders: done it, gone all the way."

Well, this conservation was now much more interesting but perhaps also a bit inappropriate. He pondered the girl for a bit. "Yes, well, how old did you say you were again?" She actually hadn't, and he had to wonder, given her rather youthful appearance, and the nature of their conversation.

"Eighteen, Mr. Sanders, goodness gracious."

He furrowed his brow. He still wasn't sure.

"You don't believe me, do you!"

"Well, I just wasn't sure..."

"Dean Horner!" Ellie called out for Dean Horner, who was sitting about four rows in front of them, also in an aisle seat.

"Ellie!" Mr. Sanders gasped. What the heck was she going to do?

"Yes, dear?" Dean Horner asked, looking back down the aisle at the girl.

"How old am I? Mr. Sanders here doesn't believe me."

Mr. Sanders could feel the blood flowing into his face. It wasn't an inappropriate question but it was perhaps an odd question.

Dean Horner smiled. He wasn't really surprised by the question. He had taken the girls on a field trip before and they were often asked to provide identification. "Eighteen, honey," he answered.

Ellie turned back to Mr. Sanderson, lifted her chin and gave him a prideful expression of victory.

Mr. Sanders wondered if this Dean Horner might wonder why the girl needed to verify her age for him. "Let's keep the conversation a bit more quiet, shall we?"

Ellie smiled. "We'll have our own little secrets, Mr. Sanders?"

"Well, yes, yes, sort of." He did though respect the girl for her decision to wait with her boyfriend. Not too many kids these days waited terribly long before they started having sex. She had indicated that they had been dating for over a year. "Yes, well, you certainly are old enough to make such a decision, but I appreciate you waiting until you're married."

"Oh, but that's the point, Mr. Sanders. I decided not to wait any longer."

"Oh?"

"Well, I mean," Ellie acted as if she felt embarrassed and self-conscious. "I don't mean we're going to go all the way. That would be wrong, wouldn't it?"

"Well, no, no. It's just a personal choice. I mean, well, you should really speak to your parents about that."

"Oh my goodness!" Ellie Fox squealed rather loudly, drawing a bit of attention to them from nearby seats. She said more quietly, "Now you're just being silly. They're the last persons I would talk to about that." She playfully slapped Mr. Sanders on the arm. "My gracious, Mr. Sanders. I couldn't imagine doing that."

"Well, again, you're eighteen now. You can decide for yourself."

"That's what I say, Mr. Sanders. I thought you would understand. I'm not going to go all the way with him, Jimmy, my boyfriend. I'm just going to give him a hand-job. Maybe I'll kiss it. I'm not too sure about that though. But, I definitely won't swallow it. You know, his stuff."

Mr. Sanders could feel sweat forming on his brow. This girl did like to talk, and apparently she would talk about anything and everything to anyone. He leaned over toward Ellie and spoke in a whisper, trying to encourage her to keep her voice down. "Yes, well, excellent. Like I say, it's a personal choice."

Ellie got the message and whispered back, "Does your girlfriend swallow your stuff?"

'Geeeeez,' he thought. "Um, Ellie, I'm not too sure I am comfortable discussing that sort of thing with you. We really don't know each other."

None of what Ellie was saying was, of course, true. She was just having fun with this stranger on a bus. "But that's what makes it easier. I would be too embarrassed to talk about this sort of thing with someone I knew."

He guessed that might make some sense. But, still, he wasn't about to discuss his sex life with a stranger and not one so much younger than him and, further, he did note, "I actually don't have a girlfriend right now."

"You don't?!" Ellie placed her hand on his thigh. "I don't believe that. A big handsome man like yourself?"

He had to smile. Flattery will get you everywhere. "Well, I don't know about that. I have though had a few girlfriends in my life. Just not one right now, I'm afraid."

She gave him a reassuring squeeze on the thigh. "Well, I'm sure your special someone will come along, someday."

"Yes, yes, I s'pose so."

"Did any of them swallow your stuff? You know, your prior girlfriends?"

Larry's face went red. A big part of him really didn't want to answer that question, but another part of him did find it a little titillating. It was, after all, a stranger, and a very pretty one at that. Frankly, it was kind of fun talking about blow jobs with a cute, bubbly coed, and he certainly didn't want to come across as an inexperienced prude. He leaned in again and said, very softly, "Well, yes, some did."

"Oh my goodness, Mr. Sanders! That's so naughty!"

"Shhh," he warned. "Hush now, please."

Ellie did lower her voice, but her feigned shock and sincere enthusiasm were still clearly evident in her big smile, "Golly, you are an experienced man, aren't you, Mr. Sanders."

"Well, I really wouldn't say that." His expanded chest though belied his expression of modesty.

"Well, you've certainly done a lot more than me."

"Yes, yes, I suppose that is indeed true, but you're still a very long lady. I suspect that you will..." He didn't finish his sentence, as it would have been rather inappropriate.

"Give lots of guys blow jobs?" Ellie finished it for him.

"SHHHHH!" Mr. Sanders admonished her.

There was a moment of silence, and then Ellie spoke again. "Mr. Sanders?"

"Yes, dear?" It was a bit of a personal appellation, but it seemed befitting the nature of their conversation.

Ellie now spoke very quietly herself. "Would you do me a big favor?"

Mr. Sanders could feel his heart racing. Somehow he knew at the back of his mind that she wasn't going to ask him just to get something out of the overhead rack. "Well, um, certainly, dear, if I can."


A Field Trip for Delta Nu



"Oh, I know you can, Mr. Sanders. You definitely can."

"Well then, certainly, dear, um, what would that be?"

"I was thinking that, well, um, you know, if you would." She hesitated. It appeared that she was having difficulty getting it out.

Mr. Sanders rested his hand on her knee. "You can tell me, Ellie. Just go ahead and ask your question." It was probably a very personal question about sex. It might be difficult for him to answer it, but he did want to help the girl. She was awfully cute, and one really shouldn't turn away a girl asking for fatherly advice and guidance.

Ellie whispered very softly, "Would you let me see your penis?"

Mr. Sanders pulled back, removing his hand from her knee. "Excuse me?" He most definitely had not been expecting that.

The words now poured from Ellie's mouth. "Oh, I know it sounds a little crazy and everything, Mr. Sanders, but I've never seen one before. I mean, a real live one and everything, and I don't want to do anything wrong with Jimmy, you know. He's a lot more experienced than I am, and I just don't want to make a fool of myself, and everything." She turned more fully toward Mr. Sanders and placed both hands on his leg. "Oh please, won't you help me, sir? Please, please, please!"

Ellie had, of course, seen quite a few live ones, and done a lot with them. She was, after all, a sister of Delta Nu. However, she knew how guys liked it when the girl was inexperienced, wanting to learn from the older and wiser man, and it was good fun for her, as well as for him, to pretend that she was the virginal ingenue.

Larry was flummoxed. Could this really be true? Clearly it was. He wasn't dreaming or anything. He glanced around the bus. Everyone seemed to be lost in their own worlds. The only persons who could see anything would be the two older ladies sitting directly across the aisle from them and they were fast asleep. He knew he probably shouldn't do this, but how often does such an opportunity arise? When would it ever again? He knew that if he didn't say yes, he would regret it. Maybe not today, but tomorrow and for the rest of his life. "Alright," he quietly responded, albeit with considerable ambivalence.

Ellie clapped her hands, momentarily turning a couple of heads toward them.

"Hush now," he admonished. "We have to be very, very careful."

"I'll be good," Ellie promised.

Somehow Mr. Sanders did not find that to be a particularly compelling pledge, but it wasn't her good behavior that was interesting him. "Well, okay," he said and reached down to unzip his slacks. Just the act of doing so made his heart race with apprehension, and excitement. How often does one unzip one's pants on a bus? He had, of course, heard of the mile-high club, but didn't all those cases occur in those little lavatory rooms rather than at the seats?

Ellie though immediately stopped him. "No, no," she whispered. "Let me do it. I need the practice." She pulled his hands away so that she could undo the man's belt.

Mr. Sanders wasn't sure whether Ellie doing it for him was a good or a bad idea. Having her undo his slacks did let him concentrate his attention on the persons around them, plus his hands and arms wouldn't be doing something that was rather telling to anyone who might glance their way. But, he wasn't so sure that this girl would be terribly discrete about it. His life was now literally in her hands, or at least his cock would be. He hadn't even been planning on undoing his belt, figuring that he only just needed to get his dick through an opened zipper. The less that was undone the less that would be needed to be quickly redone. She was though quite cute about it. Her tongue was even sticking out of the corner of her mouth as she concentrated on trying to get his belt undone.

If there was one thing that Delta Nu girls were good at, it was undoing a guy's clothes. But, Ellie, staying in character, pretended to be a novice, making a rather clumsy and awkward effort at undoing the man's belt and button. At least pulling the zipper down wasn't at all difficult but Larry would have preferred she did so a little quieter. There is nothing really more telling than the sound of a zipper going down.

Ellie carefully and neatly pulled back the flaps of Mr. Sander's now opened pants.

Mr. Sanders checked on the two older ladies to their right. They were still asleep. He also studied the tops of the heads of the two persons in front of them. If they got up and turned around they would see him, and it. Actually, if the persons right behind them got up they could do so as well, and he wouldn't notice them getting up. They could just get up for some innocent reason. He was feeling so ambivalent about this. It was perhaps an opportunity of a lifetime, but great opportunities often come with great risks.

Ellie reached inside his trousers to find his cock. "It's like digging for buried treasure, isn't it, Mr. Sanders."

He smiled nervously at her, and just nodded.

Once she found it she gripped it tightly through his boxers with the little fingers of her hand. "Oh my gracious, Mr. Sanders," she whispered, "it's so big."

He was feeling much less ambivalent about it now, as his cock began to swell at the feel of the girl's fingers inside his pants, on his dick. "Well, yes, I suppose so," he immodestly replied. He knew it wasn't really true, but there was no point in divesting the young lady of her impression. Quite possibly her boyfriend might even be smaller. So, it was best for her to keep her illusion.

"But goodness," she whispered, "how do you get it out of there?" She was pretending that she didn't know about the flap. "I don't think we should pull your pants all the way down."

"No, no," he quickly whispered, "there's a flap, a slot, in the boxers, you'll find it." The gentlemanly thing to do might have been to show her precisely where it was, but he didn't want to draw any more attention to his crotch than was already evident by the pretty, petite girl fumbling around in it.

Ellie continued to explore around in his pants, ostensibly trying to find the secret passage into his boxers, but more so for the purpose of just continuing to flirt with him by letting him enjoy the feel of her girlish fingers exploring around in his pants.

It was indeed quite fun for Larry. How could it not be fun to have a pretty girl's hand searching around in his pants? He had been expecting this bus trip to be long and boring, cursing himself for not covering the cost of a flight but now he was not only saving a considerable amount of money but enjoying it immensely. The girl even went deeper down in his pants to briefly cup and tickle his balls. He squirmed a bit at that, but it did still feel really, really nice.

"Are you ticklish there, Mr. Sanders?" Ellie innocently required.

"Just a little," he quietly admitted.

Ellie then found the opening. "Ohhhhh," she exclaimed, smiling up at him through her large spectacles, her eyes opening wide. She reached inside to grasp hold of his stiff dick. "Oh my," she said, feigning embarrassment and concern at actually touching a big hard stiff naked cock. She covered her bespectacled eyes with her left hand as she pulled him out with her right.

It was a really very endearing sight for Larry: the young college coed feeling so clearly flustered by the feel of his hard cock within her virginal fingers. She was not even feeling ready to look at it, but obviously wanting to do so very much. He never felt more proud and pleased with his cock than at the moment when it broke out into the air and dim light of the bus.

It was a rather incongruous sight: his erect cock sticking up and out of his slacks, the bulb swollen with lust and pride.

Ellie was peeking at it from in between the fingers of her left hand, still holding onto it with her right, although not doing anything with it. It was more like she was holding onto it in order to keep it under control, or was afraid to let go. "Mr. Sanders, goodness gracious. Is Jimmy's going to be this big?"

"Well, actually," he admitted, "most likely yes."

"Wow. It's really impressive. Goodness, I didn't think they got this big."

For a moment Larry wondered if she was pulling his leg, as well as hopefully his cock, but he didn't wonder about it for long. He hadn't wanted to burst her bubble if she had in fact thought it was really big, and he certainly didn't want to burst his own. If it was in fact him who was living the illusion, so be it. It was a pretty darned good illusion to hold. "I'm afraid they do, Ellie," he quietly informed her. "Now, here, why don't you get in closer so you can get a real good look." He lifted up the arm rest so she could slide up next to him. "Don't be scared."

Ellie giggled as she slid up right next to Mr. Sanders. Sliding in close was also helpful in helping to keep it hidden. She glanced around to be sure that they had not in fact been discovered. While slowly exploring him with her fingers she looked up at him to ask, "What if someone sees us?"

Her exploring fingers were so, so wonderful. "Well, you could hide it with your mouth."

Her mouth did in fact open up very wide at that suggestion, but more out of feigned surprise and shock. "Mr. Sanders! What a thing to say to a girl. I'm not going to do that." She briefly removed her hand from his stiff dick to give him a playful slap on the chest, then returned her hand to his cock. "Goodness, gracious. After all, I should save that for Jimmy, so he'd be my first."

"Yes, yes, I suppose that would be the right thing to do." He was feeling a bit awkward about what to do with his own hands. They didn't usually sit passively while a girl stroked his cock, although a girl hadn't actually done that for him in quite some time. But, he wasn't so sure she would want him to touch her and even if he just put his arm around the girl that would be rather suggestive to anyone who happened to look over at them. The fact that her body was turned somewhat toward him helped considerably to hide his dick, but his arm around her shoulder would be readily seen by quite a few persons. He couldn't imagine the girl's Dean, Mr. Horner, feeling too good about that. He did though want to make more room for her to slide in even closer, so he somewhat awkwardly stretched his arm out behind her, over the back of her seat, avoiding any direct physical contact with the girl.

Ellie at first just played with his erection like it was a funny toy. She pulled it way down and then let it go, giggling as it swung and bobbled back and forth, like a jack-in-the-box. She had a lot of fun doing that, making it swing left to right, and then up and down, at times clapping with glee, each time Larry having to shush her so that she wouldn't attract attention.

She did though eventually get to more serious work, using both hands to explore, fondle, and caress Larry's erect dick, running all her fingers all up and down and all over; touching, feeling, and stimulating every little inch, particularly the big swollen shiny purple bulb. She gave that part extra special attention. "There's so much of it," she gushed admiringly.

"Now, um, try to change things up a bit, you know, variety is the spice of life."

"Good idea, Mr. Sanders." She wrapped the fingers of her right hand tightly around the shaft and slid it up and down as she lightly caressed the crown with just the tips of the fingers of her left hand. "I guess the older generation can really teach you a lot after all, Mr. Sanders."

He chuckled.

"Oh, but I didn't mean like you were real old or anything."

He gasped, "No, no, that's alright, dear," his voice rather breathless with her arousal.

"You are in very good shape, sir. Well, at least, this part of you is in real, real good shape."

"That's very sweet, Ellie."

"No, I really mean it, Mr. Sanders. If Jimmy is half as big and stiff and strong as you, well, goodness." She added very softly, "I don't think I could ever fit anything as big as this in me."

Mr. Sanders' dick swelled even further with that compliment, like a chest being pumped up with pride. If she continued to stroke and speak like this she would soon get another lesson, about how a man came. "Oh, trust me, Ellie, you'll be able to fit it in." He paused briefly to gather himself. "It's really quite amazing what a girl can take up there."

Ellie released her left hand from his cock to lay her fingers against her throat. "Mr. Sanders, don't talk about my thing like that! I shouldn't hear things like that." She was perhaps laying it on a bit thick but she was so much enjoying her little role play, as was obviously Mr. Sanders.

Larry was finding this girl to be such a treasure. He smiled as he apologized for being so offensive.

"Oh, that's okay. Daddy used to say real bad jokes sometimes, so I've actually heard quite a bit." She asked, "Am I doing it okay?" as stroked her little fist up and down the shaft, studying her motion and the pleasing reaction of his dick.

"You're doing it real good but remember to keep trying different things."

"Oh yeah. I forgot." She tried twisting her fist around the shaft as she moved it up and down.

"Yea, that's good," he groaned, "and tickle it with your other fingers, just below the tip, underneath the crown."

She knew what he was suggesting. She well knew that guys were particularly sensitive and ticklish there, and she skillfully applied her fingers as she cork screwed the shaft with her other hand.

"Oh man," Larry sighed. "That's so fucking good." The tips of her fingers were titillating the nerves beneath the crown like little dancing, prancing fairies. He did not jerk off too frequently anymore and when he did he would have to admit that he wasn't being particularly creative about it, having falling into a set routine. His masturbation wasn't dull but this girl was reminding him of the value of trying new things, particularly when it came to sex, even solitary sex.

"Really?" Ellie asked. "Do you really like it?"

"Oh yes. Very much so," he replied, his voice now very uneven.

"Jimmy is going to be so surprised, and so happy."

"Oh yes, yes, he certainly well be," Larry gasped.

Ellie let go for a moment to lightly scratch her fingernails up and down the slick shaft.

"Oh yes," Larry groaned. He was impressed that she came up with that on her own, and this was even her first time. This girl was a natural, and would most certainly make this James fellow very happy. He was in fact feeling a bit jealous, imagining what it would be like to have this girl doing this for him all weekend. Well, at least at this moment in time she was all his.

Ellie gripped the shaft again but just to hold it as she circled the palm of her hand around and around on the tip, like she was trying to polish it.

"Geeeeeez," Larry moaned. He was squirming in his seat, but desperately trying not to be too obvious. This girl was really darned good. She was definitely taking to heart his instruction to try different things, and it was becoming a wonderful melange of hand-job techniques. The good news was that he wasn't going to last very long at all, therefore decreasing the risk of getting caught. But, the bad news was that he would not be able to enjoy this all the way to Washington!

Ellie released her palm from the tip. She grasped the bottom of the shaft with one hand and in one smooth motion stroked his cock with her fist from the bottom all the way to and off the top, followed immediately by the other fist similarly sliding from the bottom all the way up to the top. She kept repeatedly doing this, quickly following one fist after the other, like she was sort of milking him, but upside down.

Larry had never had a girl do this before. It was as if she was trying to draw or squeeze out his cum from the shaft like icing from an old-fashioned cake bladder, and it wasn't going to be too long before his creamy white icing would gush forth from his knob.

But, before it did Ellie enclosed the bulb of his knob with her left hand and pumped the shaft with her right. Each time her fist slid up she allowed Larry's dick to forcibly penetrate deeper into the fist of her left hand, like it was slowly penetrating a tightly closed cunt. "Look, Mr. Sanders," she said playfully, "you're fucking my hand."

And with that surprisingly obscene remark Larry went over the top. "Here it comes," he warned, instinctively dropping his arm off the back of her seat down onto the girl's shoulders to tightly pull her against him as he felt his dick lurch and then spurt into her tightly clenched feminine fist.

"Mr. Sanders!" Ellie squealed, feeling Mr. Sanders' cock jerk and spit its stuff into her hand.

This time Larry did not admonish her as he was too far lost in the bliss of his climax, closing his eyes as he felt the orgasm coursing through his body in sharp, flowing primitive rushes, all the while his dick continuing to squirt and spurt into the girl's fist.

Ellie squeezed and squirmed her fist all around the bulb as it continued to gush his slippery slimy slop, doing her best not to let any of the gism escape, but it was quite inevitable that most to all of it would slip through her fingers, sliding down the back of her fist, her wrist, and his shaft.

To Larry it felt indeed like cumming into a girl's cunt, the way Ellie kept his crown tightly enclosed within her fist, but perhaps even better as this ersatz cunt had fingers that were slipping, sliding, and squirming all around, continuing to titillate the nerves of his crown with scintillating tickling as his cum kept gushing forth. He bent forward in his seat, so overwhelmed by the intensity of his orgasm.

When he was done it was apparent that he had made quite a mess, although the first thing on his mind was whether the girl's Dean would be standing right over them, his arms crossed angrily as he stared down in outrage and disgust at his sticky, slimy cock.

Fortunately, he wasn't there. However, Mr. Sanders did notice the girls in the row in front of them, across the aisle, giggling and pointing at them. They had indeed been caught.

"Oh my gosh!" Larry exclaimed, quickly getting his cock back into his boxers and his pants redone.

Ellie, however, just looked innocently at her friends, smiled broadly, and waved her cum splattered hand at them. "Hi Allysin! Hi Tori! Mr. Sanders was showing me how to...."

His heart seemed to stop.

"How to work a hand puppet! It's just like stroking a cheese dog." She smiled broadly, as if it all made sense and was entirely innocent.

It didn't and it wasn't, but perhaps it was better than the truth that was still dripping off her hand.

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Getting into the city to attend the seminar proved to be much more difficult than the girls had expected. Washington, DC, was so much bigger and crowded than Livingston. Plus, it turned out that Motel 6 wasn't really that much fun. It didn't matter that it didn't have a bar. Most of the girls were too young to drink anyway. But, there just wasn't much closet space for their clothes, or counter space for their make-up. And, it was stuck out on some noisy highway. Of course, once they turned the lights out, it didn't look much different than the Ritz Carlton.

But, even worse, the classes were themselves so terribly boring. The girls were simply dying by the end of the first day. There was, like, a hundred persons in each class. Getting any personal time with an instructor was going to be so difficult, and the speakers just droned on and on and on, as if someone was actually interested in what they had to say.

The girls had probably never drank more coffee in their life than during the first few days. They wondered how anyone could stomach it (the classes, not the coffee). They put Allysin Chaines in charge of getting them out of any more of this further nonsense.




A Field Trip for Delta Nu



Mr. Michael Horner, the Dean of Undergraduate Studies, had to admit that he found the classes boring as well. He attributed that, however, to the fact that he wasn't a businessman, nor had he ever taken any business courses. He was, though, pleased to get out of that cheap motel for the day. He had been quite proud of the girls for their thrift, but now regretted acquiescing so quickly. Frankly, he was even considering getting a room for himself at the Ritz. He could catch an early cab back to Motel 6 each morning to pretend he was still staying there.

He sighed with deep disappointment and frustration when he stepped back into his room. Was this the fourth or fifth night? He couldn't recall for sure.

All hotels and motels might be the same when the light was out, but the light was on right now. He could even hear a bit of his neighbors' conversation, as well as their television. He sure hoped that they would go to sleep soon. There was a gas station and food mart across the street, at which he had purchased a pint of bourbon so he could at least have a cocktail. That would help soften the sour mood.

He got into his nightclothes and settled into the bed to watch a movie. Motel 6 did at least have rental movies, albeit they were not especially current.

About halfway through "The Shining" he heard a knock on the door.

He was surprised, and concerned. His expectation was that it was the motel manager, telling him about a complaint concerning one of the girls. He was a little surprised, and certainly very relieved, that there had been no trouble so far. The motel must be terribly boring for them, and he expected some trouble from college girls on a trip to a big city. He now regretted having the drink. It wouldn't be good to have a clouded mind if there was a tough decision to make, and he certainly didn't want the manager to smell liquor on his breath. He first went to the bathroom to squeeze a dollop of toothpaste into his mouth.

He peered through the peep hole into the hallway. It could in fact be a thief, or some drunk who was confused as to the location of his room.

He was surprised at what he saw. It wasn't the manager at all. It was Allysin Chaines, and in her pajamas, no less. He opened the door.

"Allysin, gracious, is there anything wrong?"

"Oh, Dean Horner, I'm so sorry. I hope I'm not disturbing you."

She clearly was, as he was in his nightclothes, although perhaps clearly she wasn't, as they could hear the sound of typing from his television in the background. Mr. Horner immediately had the thought that thank goodness he wasn't watching porn, although if he had been he would obviously have turned it off before he opened the door. "No, no, not at all Allysin. Please, is there anything wrong?"

"Tori and I had a fight."

Tori Black and Allysin were sharing a room. Mr. Horner's initial reaction was wondering why this was his concern. But, he quickly realized that managing and resolving student conflicts was very much his concern, his responsibility. "Well, I'm so sorry. Would you like me to go talk with her?" Still, in the back of his mind was "redrum." He knew he was missing some important parts.

"No, no, I don't want to trouble you."

He wondered why then had she knocked on his door.

"Can I just stay here with you, for a little bit?"

That would be less trouble for him? Well, perhaps it would be. Trying to resolve a dispute between two girls, after having had a stiff drink, could be an uphill battle. And, he would much rather finish the movie than to spend the time mediating a silly dispute. But, he wasn't so sure of the propriety of having one of the undergraduates in his hotel room, and this late at night.

Allysin would be a very lovely girl to have in one's room, all for the wrong reasons (or perhaps the right ones, depending on one's perspective). She was so darned cute! She was a petite little thing, five feet tall, with sparkling hazel eyes, a perpetual cheery grin, a perky little nose, wonderfully symmetrical features, lily white skin, rosy cheeks, and very cute perky boobies (34C-22-32). "I'm not so sure, Allysin," he replied.

"Oh please, Dean Horner! Please! It doesn't have to be long. Just a few minutes and she'll be asleep. Everything will be fine in the morning, I promise."

It really wasn't an unreasonable request. He clearly couldn't have her wandering the streets or sitting in the lobby, if you could call it a lobby. He could perhaps send her to one of the other girls' room, but that would only have the effect of disturbing their sleep, and perhaps even inflaming the dispute if they decided to take sides. "Well, if it's only a minute or so," he acquiesced, opening the door up farther to let her in.

"Oh Mr. Horner, you're such a dear! That's so nice!" She almost dashed into the room.

Mr. Horner noticed that Allysin apparently wasn't wearing a brassiere beneath her pajama top. Allysin's titties were rather small but they still clearly jiggled and wiggled as she scampered by. Plus, his nostrils were briefly intoxicated by the very sweet scent of her perfume. It was almost as if she refreshed her perfume just before she came over.

"And, nice jammies, Mr. Horner! My father has some just like those."

"What?" He had momentarily forgotten about that. He looked down at them. They were rather nice, he felt: solid black, very conservative and masculine. He wouldn't call them jammies, however. "Yea, um, thanks," he quietly replied.

Allysin made her way directly to the bed and hopped on board, making herself at home on the side in which he had clearly been lying, propping the pillow up against the headboard, and lying back against it to enjoy the movie. "What'cha watching?"

"Um, 'The Shining.'"

"Cool! That's a real old one. Before I was even born!"

That didn't make Mr. Horner feel particularly younger.

"What's happening now?"

Actually, I'm not really sure, anymore." Apparently they missed what he felt was the best scene, when Wendy discovers what Jack had been typing. Mr. Horner approached the bed, wondering if he should ask her to move out of his spot or, barring that, lie down on the bed next to her. Neither seemed like a particularly good idea, but the only other option was an uncomfortable desk chair. He glanced at the TV screen. "

"Well, c'mon, Mr. Horner," Allysin cheerfully exclaimed, patting the spot next to her on the bed, "make yourself at home. You could be missing the best part."

"Alright, yea, sure," he replied hesitantly, making his way over to the other side of the bed.

As soon as he climbed on he felt how awkward and strange this was, lying in bed with a very pretty coed, both of them in their nightclothes. It wasn't though like the girl was wearing some sort of sexy lingerie. Her pajamas were rather innocent: pink cotton with lots of little colorful cupcakes, hohos, gum balls, cookies, twinkies, popsicles, snow cones, and other delicious delicacies sprinkled all over. Still, it was a rather intimate occasion, or at least it appeared to be.

"This is supposed to be a pretty scary movie, isn't it, Mr. Horner."

"Um, yeah, yeah, I guess it is."

"I like scary movies, don't you?"

"Sure, absolutely." He would frankly prefer that the girl just not speak. It wasn't so much that he preferred watching the movie over talking, albeit he did, but if she was quiet he wouldn't be continually reminded of the awkwardness of her presence. He settled into the bed, although sitting up rather stiffly and at the very far edge, as far away from her without actually falling off the bed.

"Is she gonna get killed?!" Allysin suddenly squealed in fright and slid over against Mr. Horner, almost knocking him off the bed as she clutched his arm with both her hands, her body turned toward him, her face still glued to the screen.

"What?" Mr. Horner's eyes were fixed on the girl clutching him in fright.

"She is! She is!" She again squealed and buried her face in the crook of his chest.

If this was perhaps any other context he might have put his arm around the young lady's shoulders, comforting her, reassuring her, but such an act really didn't seem like the appropriate thing to do right now. In fact, he really wished that the girl would just move back to her side of the bed. It wasn't that her breast pressing against his body didn't feel nice. It was in fact precisely because it felt so nice that he wanted her to shift away from him.

He glanced over at the bedside table on the opposite side of his bed, where his half-filled drink was sitting. He felt like he could use a drink right now, although he also felt that perhaps he really shouldn't have one.

"Oh!" Allysin exclaimed, noticing Mr. Horner's interest in his drink. "Do you want your drink, sir?"

"Um?" He sort of did, and sort of didn't. He did need something to relax, but he certainly didn't need anything that might disinhibit himself. Plus, lying down in a motel bed in your nightclothes, with a coed in her pajamas, having a cocktail, really wasn't a good picture. If any of this ever got out it would be best not to have had the drink.

"Dean Horner!" Allysin teased, when the man didn't answer her. "You're not going to offer me a drink, are you? You know I'm too young to drink."

"How old are you?" A moment of panic swept through him.

"I'm nineteen, silly man. You have to be 21, you know, to drink."

"Yes, yes."

"Oh! But, we're in the capital now, aren't we! What's the drinking age here?"

"Actually," Mr. Horner responded, "the District of Columbia bans drinking below 21, along with 14 states. And, it's a federal law anyway."

"Goodness, you're so smart, Dean Horner. I really think smart men are so very impressive. They know so many things." She slid in closer against him, if that was possible.

Mr. Horner could feel his penis stirring. His heart raced, for a number of reasons. He was feeling quite a few emotions, some wonderful, some not.

"You know, nobody will know, Dean Horner, if I have just a little bit."

"No, no, no!" Mr. Horner asserted. Now that would definitely be a bad idea, a very bad idea.

"You know, you're really quite muscular, Dean Horner," Allysin said, squeezing his bicep. "Smart and strong. Goodness gracious, what a combination."

Mr. Horner did work out, sort of. He exercised about three days a week, including dead weights. But, he usually stopped after a few months. He would eventually have a back spasm or comparable injury that would sideline him for a few weeks, if not months, and once he stopped for that long it would take much longer to get back into it again, until he realized that he was terribly out of shape, and then try again, repeating the cycle. Well, currently he was exercising, and so it was frankly very reinforcing to hear that a pretty young girl actually noticed it. "Oh, hey, yeah, I work out a bit."

"I can tell, Dean Horner, goodness! I guess I'm safe from all those zombies with you, aren't I." She cuddled in even closer to him, appearing to be even intentionally pressing and rubbing her breast, her nipple, against him.

He chuckled. She was being rather cute. "Yes, yes, you're perfectly safe here, dear."

"And, your cologne is so nice, Mr. Horner, so masculine." She snuggled her face into his neck, inhaling his cologne.

That was perhaps a bit too much. Mr. Horner did wear cologne, particularly on trips. Who knew whom you might meet at a hotel bar. But, this was toward the end of the day, he had not refreshed his cologne as he was not going to a bar, and so there must be very little of it remaining. His feelings of flattery turned back to concern, even fear. He again glanced over at his drink. "Um, Allysin, uh, here, let me get, my, um."

"Oh, but it just feels so good to snuggle like this. Doesn't it, Mr. Horner? It's just so cozy and cumfy. I just love snuggling in bed, don't you?"

"Yeah, sure, yes, but, um, well, don't you think that Tori is probably asleep by now?"

"Mmmmmmmm," Allysin sighed with deep satisfaction, basking in the pleasure of her snuggle. "No, no, I don't think so. She said she was going to watch a movie."

"What?!"

"That's what the fight was about, what movie to watch."

"Um, Allysin, excuse me a second," he asserted, forcefully disengaging himself away from the girl. "I need to go to the bathroom."

"Must you, really?" Allysin asked, looking up at him with her pretty hazel eyes.

"Uh, yeah, yeah, I think so."

He pulled himself off the bed and strode around it to head to the bathroom. He didn't really have to go, but it was a good excuse for extricating himself from the girl and providing some time alone to gather his thoughts.

"Wow, Dean Horner, you're going commando?"

"What? Excuse me?"

"You don't wear any undies under your jammy bottoms, do you."

"Um, well." Mr. Horner didn't quite know what to say. It was true. He didn't. Frankly, for awhile he didn't wear anything when he went to bed, but he did eventually learn to like nightclothes. Still, why wear your day's dirty underwear underneath it? He did at times wonder though what most men wore to bed.

"Don't be embarrassed, sir. It's just that I can see your little man wiggle and bounce while you walk."

"Oh my gosh!" He exclaimed, looking down at his crotch. Thank goodness he was at least buttoned up, although he could see that one button was in fact undone. This was another good reason to get to the bathroom.

"Oh, I don't mean he's really little, Dean Horner. I s'pect he's a pretty big one. Look, I don't wear any undies under my PJs either, Dean Horner," she added, sitting up in the bed. "See, mine wiggle and jiggle too!" She then proceeded to shake her shoulders, causing her preciously perky titties to quite obviously, as she said, wiggle and jiggle. They were not very big, but they knew how to dance and prance.

"Yea, um, excuse me," was all he could say, and he quickly made his way to the bathroom.

Once inside he stood in front of the mirror, staring at himself, wondering what he should do. He was reminded of when Vincent Vega went to the bathroom of Marsellus Wallace's home, after his date with his wife, Mia Wallace, telling himself that he needed to politely extricate himself from the situation before anything untoward happened. Of course, what happened in that case was that Mia overdosed. Dean Horner took a quick pee, washed his hands, and buttoned himself up, making sure he was completely buttoned this time. He left the bathroom to tell the young lady in no uncertain terms that she was to return to her room and resolve her problem with Tori.

But, as soon as he stepped into the room he was struck by the fact, more like shocked by the fact, that the girl had changed the channel, changing it to the adult channel. "Allysin, what on earth are you watching!"

"It's Kelly the Coed, #5. This is a real good one. C'mon!" Allysin exclaimed, patting the bed on the left of her, having shifted over to the right side while he was in the bathroom.

"Allysin, that is an adult movie!"

"I know, it's okay. I can't drink but I can watch dirty movies. You've watched dirty movies before, haven't you?" She gave him a knowing smile, her lovely hazel eyes twinkling.

He certainly had, including the one that was now on television. He was in fact a fan of the Kelly the Coed series. But, that was hardly the point, was it? "I really don't think we should be watching this, and certainly not together."

Allysin ignored his remark. "This was what the fight was about. I wanted to watch the adult channel. Tori wanted to watch some silly romance movie. But, who wants to do that? You can do that at the sorority house, but we can't watch adult movies at the sorority house. Miss Steeplegate, the housemother, wouldn't approve."

There was actually no way that Miss Steeplegate would ever be able to tell what the girls were watching. Each of them had a television in her own room. They could easily watch adult movies, and some of them did, at least on occasion. But, it sounded better to say that she was being denied a little harmless pleasure.

Mr. Horner, though, took that as an even stronger argument against doing any such thing now. "Well, if she would disapprove of it at your house, I would think she would disapprove of it here. Don't you think?"

"Well, I don't think she would approve of our little pajama party either, don't you think, Dean Horner?"

"Yes! I think that is a very good point, Allysin."

"Oh don't be a poopie, Dean Horner. C'mon, it'll be our little secret. We're in the big city now! It's time to let your hair down and live a little."

Mr. Horner just stood there for a second. He knew he shouldn't but he really did like this movie. He hadn't seen it in many, many years. He swore off all his porn years ago. It was bad enough when his cleaning lady discovered his stash of movies. That was rather embarrassing. And, he was mortified when a date discovered them in his closet. She was apparently looking for a robe. He was so embarrassed, so ashamed. He realized how terrible it would be, for instance, if a tornado tore his house apart. Imagine having all that porn strewn over the neighborhood! That was, of course, not terribly realistic. But, what if he got sick and died, and his family cleaned out the house for him. Or, he was just sick, in the hospital for awhile, and someone looked after his house, his pets. He decided to swear off porn, cold turkey.

But, that didn't last, or at least he was perhaps "saved" by computers and the internet. He could access a tremendous amount of porn through the internet, and store it on an i-pod. Of course, that did raise the problem of persons discovering what he had stored. It wasn't like he had any illegal pornography, but he did feel uncomfortable in having computer repairmen browsing around his files as they were trying to fix a problem. He knew that none of it was illegal but the repairmen might not. Nobody wanted to be investigated for something like that.

Still, perhaps his greatest regret was that he no longer had access to some of his favorite movies, and the Kelly the Coed series had certainly been one of them. He could feel his dick swelling within his pajama bottoms as he gazed wistfully, wantonly, at the television screen, at the sight of Kelly and her apparent boyfriend pulling up at the home of his father. He had brought Kelly home to meet his father.

Allysin again patted the bed next to her. "Won't you please let me watch it, Mr. Horner. Pretty please!"

"Well," he said softly, "maybe it wouldn't hurt to watch just a little bit." He really loved this scene.

"Oh you're so cool, Mr. Horner. All the girls say so." She giggled with anticipation.

As he got into the bed next to the young lady he reminded her. "Now, don't you tell anyone about this, Allysin. Is that understood?"

"Oh yes sir, absolutely sir. I promise. Cross my heart." She made a cross across her left breast, causing it to wiggle a bit beneath her top.

Mr. Horner let his eyes linger a bit, perhaps too long, as a knowing smile graced Allysin's lips.

Fortunately the motel had double pillows on the bed. He used one to rest against the headboard. The other he placed strategically across his lap. He considered getting under the covers but that might only encourage Allysin to crawl in with him. The pillow in his lap would be more than sufficient, although if asked he had no good explanation for placing it there, or at least no explanation he was willing to share.

"Don't you think Kelly is so cute, Dean Horner?"

They were watching the scene where eighteen year old Kelly and her boyfriend were entering the living room, where his father had apparently been waiting for them. Mr. Horner couldn't remember his name. Funny how it was so much easier to remember the female characters and their names over the male characters. Men tend to get all the great parts in Hollywood movies; whereas women get all the great parts in the adult industry. In any case, Kelly did look terribly cute, with her short red jumper, white cardigan sweater, white socks and black and white saddle shoes. Plus, she was just so darned cute. She was a pixy of a girl, with lovely blonde hair (the little scrunchies for her pigtails were a nice touch), sparkling hazel eyes, and cute little dimples.




A Field Trip for Delta Nu



"Um, yes, yes," replied Mr. Horner. "She is, um, quite cute." He remembered as a boy being told that porno stars were all unattractive skanks. However, that description did not apply to many of his favorite stars, including this one.

In fact! He just had a realization.

Mr. Horner glanced at Allysin, back at Kelly, and then back at Allysin. They looked so much alike! Whoa! This made watching the movie with Allysin doubly enjoyable, and perhaps doubly awkward.

The boyfriend's father also felt Kelly looked cute. He even had her turn around so that his rather lascivious eyes could feast upon her entire body, exclaiming, "Yes, real, real cute," as Kelly turned around for him. Kelly looked pleased but a little uncomfortable about Mr. Jones' obvious leching as she sat down on the couch. Well, at least he, Mr. Horner, hadn't been so licentious when he complimented Kelly's looks.

"She reminds me of someone," Allysin said.

"She reminds me of you," Dean Horner quickly responded, as the resemblance was really quite striking.

"Oh, Dean Horner!" Allysin replied. "That's so sweet! What a nice thing to say." She again snuggled up to him.

He was feeling very pleased that he had the pillow in his lap as the scent of the girl's perfume drifted across his nose and her soft breast pressed against his arm.

"Oh, I really like this scene," Allysin said as it shifted to a bit later, when Mr. Jones showed Kelly where she would be staying. It was his daughter's room when she still lived at home. He even helped Kelly hop onto the bed, hoisting her petite body by the waist. Mr. Jones then got onto the bed himself.

It didn't take Mr. Jones long to softly slide a finger along Kelly's leg, asking her if she and his son had done it yet.

"Mr. Jones!" Kelly complained, but in a very friendly and sweet manner. "I can't believe you're asking me this," she continued.

Mr. Jones was not to be denied, however, and Kelly soon admitted that they hadn't gone all the way yet. She did, however, eventually confess, under his unrelenting teasing and probing, that she had been "with a man" before, at least a little bit, all the while giggling with an adorable embarrassment.

Mr. Jones, however, suggested that she probably hadn't yet been with a much older man, a man with real experience, a man from whom she could learn a great deal, and enjoy a great deal. He even suggested that if she developed this experience she could help out his son, as he was most certainly quite inexperienced himself. Mr. Jones then began to nibble on Kelly's neck.

Perhaps surprisingly, Kelly didn't pull away or resist, even when he placed a hand on her petite breast, all the while speaking so yearningly about how pretty and desirable she was. He helped her get more comfortable on the bed, to the point that her short skirt rises up to reveal her panties, a pair of blue bikini panties.

Mr. Horner had always been a bit disappointed with that. Kelly should have been wearing something more adorable, or at least something more sweet and girlish.

Mr. Horner wondered what panties Allysin was wearing, and then recalled that she wasn't wearing any panties at all. His dick swelled beneath the pillow at that thought, and then also realized that they hadn't said anything now for sometime.

"Peek-a-boo" Mr. Jones said as he pulled open Kelly's panties to get a brief peek at what was hidden beneath them.

Kelly just smiled and looked modestly to the side.

Mr. Jones then explained, as Kelly sat back in the bed, how young ladies need to learn from older men, how an older man would know how to appreciate such a young lady, how the boys her age would just take her, her pussy, for granted, and wouldn't know how to truly satisfy, and please, a young lady, down there, as he pulled her panties aside to reveal Kelly's cunnie lips.

Kelly's lips were largely shaved, although there was a well trimmed patch above her lips. It was so nice that she was shaved, as she clearly had very delectable and tasty feminine lips, which Mr. Jones quickly indulged and savored.

It had been traditional within Michael Horner's family when he was growing up to enjoy holiday films during Thanksgiving: White Christmas, Scrooge, Christmas in Connecticut, The Bishop's Wife, Holiday Inn, and so many more. It was a bit odd that they all concerned Christmas (with the exception of the Charlie Brown pumpkin movie), but Christmas did seem to begin at Thanksgiving (and now even earlier than that). Well, more recently he had spent Thanksgiving with his brother's family and was rather shocked at what his "children" had brought over to watch (they weren't actually children, as they now had young children of their own, but they still seemed like children to him). It was bad enough that one of them brought Bad Santa (although it was pretty darned funny), but the other brought Old School, largely because he and his wife really liked Will Ferrell. They also thought the movie was really, really funny, which it admittedly was. But, it had nothing to do with Thanksgiving, Christmas, or even any holiday and, most importantly, there were bare breasts and even a scene of simulated oral sex. He felt so awkward watching that scene with his nieces. His nieces were both well over eighteen, but it was still pretty awkward.

Well, watching this movie with Allysin was much, much worse. He couldn't imagine watching pornography with his nieces, even though they were well past the legal age. Yet, here he was watching Kelly being eaten out by the father of her boyfriend while Kelly's spitting image was snuggled up against him in the bed, a girl that must be more than half his age.

"I bet you could teach me a few things, Mr. Horner."

"What?!"

"Just like Mr. Jones in the movie," she softly replied, snuggling up even closer.

"You're a naughty man, Mr. Jones," Kelly giggled as he was playing with her pussy lips.

"Are you a naughty man, Mr. Horner?" Allysin asked.

"What?!" was about all he could still muster in response.

Allysin slipped her hand under the pillow and just as quickly grasped hold of Mr. Horner's stiffened dick. "Oh my goodness, Dean Horner is all horny, isn't he."

"Allysin!" Mr. Horner finally protested. But, quite notably, he did not pull his body, or her hand away. He just froze in shock, and pleasure, at the feel of the young lady's hand on his erection.

Allysin didn't respond, at least verbally. She instead just gave his hard dick a squeeze through his pajama bottoms, beneath the pillow.

"Do you really think I look like Kelly, Dean Horner?"

"Yes, absolutely," the man gasped as he felt the girlish fingers feeling and caressing his hard dick.

Allysin whispered into his ear, "Well, wouldn't you like to have Kelly make you happy while you're watching her movie?"

There was really no denying it. "Yes, yes, that would be um...nice," he replied softly.

"Goody," Allysin giggled, like Kelly. She removed her hand from beneath the pillow and pulled herself away from him, but only in order to then kneel down beside him. She took the pillow away, revealing his very obvious erection poking out his loose pajama bottoms.

"Oh my goodness, gracious, Dean Horner, you really do like Kelly, don't you!"

Mr. Horner had no answer. It was rather obvious that he did, and all he could muster was his heavy breathing, his eyes now focused on Allysin's pretty face, and lips, as she reached for his crotch.

She deftly undid the buttons of his pajama flap, reached inside, and extracted his erection.

Mr. Horner sighed deeply at the feel of the girl's feminine fingers on his shaft. This might be wrong, at some level, in someone's mind, but it felt, and looked, so awfully, awfully good. Once a pretty coed's fingers are wrapped around your stiff dick you really don't want her to let go.

"Golly, Mr. Horner," Allysin grinned, "I think you're even bigger than Mr. Jones."

There was no real basis to compare, as Mr. Jones' cock was not yet on screen. But, Allysin had said that she had previously seen the movie.

"Now," she added, "You won't tell anyone I did this, will you, Dean Horney? I certainly don't want to get a bad reputation, or anything."

He didn't correct the slip of her tongue. He just smiled, reached out and caressed her arm, and said, "Don't worry, dear, it will be our little secret."

It was clearly much more important to Mr. Horner for this to be a secret than for Allysin. In fact, Allysin already had quite a reputation, and really wouldn't mind if anyone found out about this. Well, certainly not her parents or the school administration. But, other than that she didn't really mind. She knew though that Dean Horner would enjoy hearing her ask for it to be a secret, and would find that to be very reassuring.

"Thank you, Mr. Horner," she replied as she lowered her face to his stiff dick.

"Oh my gosh!" Mr. Horner gasped as soon as the girl's lips touched the tip of his cock. It just felt so wonderful. Allysin's lips were so soft, so moist, so talented. She at first just slowly, sensually caressed his swollen soft bulb, passing her lips over every little centimeter, at times extending her tongue to give him little butterfly licks, to titillate as well as to moisten him. She concentrated in particular on the very sensitive underbelly of his crown, which drove Mr. Horner quite mad, squirming in his bed, worrying that he might in fact just have a heart attack, if not explode.

Their action did not parallel that in the movie. In fact, quite the opposite was occurring on the screen, as Mr. Jones was providing oral pleasure for Kelly while Allysin was providing oral pleasure for Mr. Horner. But, the two scenes could be said to complement one another and, besides, if Mr. Horner was pleasuring Allysin he couldn't watch the movie at the same time. He had watched this movie quite a number of times, but he had never enjoyed it more.

Allysin wasn't as interested in the movie anyway. Her eyes were on Dean Horner's eyes. Her visual delight was seeing how much pleasure she was providing him, seeing his passion, his arousal, his difficulty in controlling and restraining himself, as she drew her tongue down the shaft, licking and lapping away at the stiff flesh. She purred, "Mmmmmmmm, you taste so good, Dean Horner."

Mr. Horner didn't know what to look at it: the cute little Allysin licking his dick, the cute little Kelly being pleasured in the movie, or simply closing his eyes and basking in the pleasure of Allysin's fingers and tongue. Right now he had absolutely no doubts, no second thoughts, about his decision to watch the movie with Allysin.

Allysin moved up beyond the tip of Mr. Horner's cock, puckered her lips and planted a big sustained kiss right on the tip, right where he peed.

He wondered if he blew his load right then would it blast her lips off his cock like a fire hose.

She moved back just a bit, just as far as her tongue would reach. She squeezed the knob with her fingers to open up the slit and slipped her tongue down into it as far as it would go. It wouldn't go far at all, but it was an exquisite sensation, and sight. Mr. Horner lurched in his bed as it was so shockingly stimulating. It would be so nice to suddenly erupt his load right onto the tip of the coed's little tongue.

Allysin then suddenly began to plunge her fist and face up and down on Mr. Horner's dick, her mouth following her fist as she frantically, rabidly face fucked his cock, like a dying girl in the desert whose life depended on drawing life-saving fluid from his nuts.

"Allysin!" Mr. Horner gasped, reaching out and clutching the girl's upraised bottom in his hand, squeezing one of the cupcakes on her perky little derriere. Oh, to be young again, to be able to enjoy such taut tushies on a regular basis. Well, at least he did truly appreciate them, like Mr. Jones, and he gave this one a big squeeze as the coed continued to pump his dick with her mouth.

Mr. Horner was no longer watching the movie as the reality was better than anything he was seeing on the screen and, besides, Kelly's boyfriend had now returned and Mr. Jones was suggesting that they both have sex with her. Mr. Horner was always disappointed at this point in the movie. He wanted Mr. Jones to have Kelly all to himself. Why share her with someone else? But, he did appreciate that others might enjoy the scene even more because the son was now involved. Sexual preferences are really very idiosyncratic, and it was best to just appreciate what you did enjoy and not get terribly distracted by what you did not. Right now, Mr. Horner was enjoying considerably Allysin's talented lips and tongue.

Allysin nursed on Mr. Horner's dick for sometime. She so much enjoyed the feel of a man's cock in her mouth. The thick stiff shaft was so impressive, so manly; such a symbol of power and force; the crown all swollen and shiny red, as if his bludgeon was bursting with suppressed fire and force. She felt her lips, her tongue, were the reason for its evident strength and majesty, yet also her means of managing, subduing and controlling this fierce monster. Still, she did eventually come to appreciate that there was more she would like to be done with this truncheon, or at least have done to her.

She eventually tore her mouth from his bludgeon to ask, "Mr. Horner, is there any particular way you would like to do it with Kelly?"

He would be happy to do it any way with Kelly, and any way with Allysin. He would not be the least bit demanding or particular. Frankly, he would be grateful and appreciative simply to jerk himself off while looking at her. But, if he was indeed being offered his preference; well, he had no doubt what that would be. "From behind," he said softly. He so much enjoyed having sex with a girl from behind.

"Dean Horner, you dirty man. You like to have the girl bent over in front of you? Her little behind sticking up in your face, presenting both of her dirty spots?"

It wasn't quite the way he would put it, but it was plenty close enough. He didn't say anything. He just shrugged and nodded.

On the screen Mr. Jones was suggesting to Kelly that they be able to see "those cute little titties." Kelly smiled and giggled as Mr. Jones pulled her top over her head. Kelly really did have very cute little titties.

"I guess I should show you mine as well, shouldn't I, Dean Horner."

Mr. Horner smiled. "Yes, I guess you should."

Allysin slowly undid the buttons of her pajama top, all the while keeping those sweet sparkling hazel eyes fixed on his, smiling with delight at the evident pleasure her little strip show was providing the Dean. She took her time, even occasionally pausing, smiling coquettishly, letting him squirm in anticipation.

Mr. Horner considered handling his cock as he watched the girl undress, but that seemed like a rather unseemly thing for a Dean to do in front of an undergraduate. He maintained his composure, keeping his hands at his side. His dick though did occasionally jerk and twitch as the pajama buttons were gradually undone.

When the buttons were finally entirely unclasped Allysin took hold of the top with both hands and gave Mr. Horner one last broad smile before she pulled it open.

"Oh my goodness!" Mr. Horner gasped at the sight of Allysin's tits. They did appear to be a bit bigger than Kelly's. Kelly's were incredibly small. Allysin's were fuller, rounder, although still on the smaller size. It was, of course, not size that mattered here. They were just so incredibly perky, round, and luscious, with the most delicious taut nips sticking out like little eraser heads.

"Are they as good as Kelly's?" Allysin asked, looking down at them and then over at Kelly's.

"They're a lot better," Mr. Horner replied. He was being sincere, but he was perhaps biased by the fact that Allysin's were for real. He might have said the same thing if Allysin was on the screen and Kelly disrobed for him.

Allysin appreciated the compliment. "You're so sweet, Dean Horner," she modestly replied and shifted her position on the bed. She turned to face the television, presenting her bottom towards Mr. Horner.

"Oooooh," she exclaimed with delight as she rested her chin on her hands and raised her bottom up. "This way I can watch the movie too!"

Mr. Horner did not waste any time. He quickly got up behind her and pulled her pajama bottoms all the way down to her knees, feeling his heart race as Allysin's adorable little tush came into view. This bottom would also rival Kelly's, as it was so white, so round, so innocent, yet so fucking enticing.

Allysin lifted up her knees so that he could get the bottoms all the way off, which he did in a frenzied rush, tossing them to the side once they were removed. 

Allysin spread her legs farther apart and further arched her back, fully displaying and presenting her cunt to the Dean for his pleasure, his use, his fucking.

The Dean only briefly enjoyed the view, albeit it was very delightful one, as Allysin, like Kelly, had shaved her pussy lips, and she had a most fetchingly charming little pussy cleft peeking out from between her thighs.

Dean Horner quickly got into position, his hand gripping his dick, positioning it at the entrance to the young lady's upraised, shaved pussy, the lips glistening wet with arousal and anticipation. He gazed down at the sight of her sweetly rounded bum, the enticing crack, and his red swollen crown pressed against her soft, wet lips.

It was just in time, for there on the screen, before their eyes, was Mr. Jones also mounting Kelly from behind (his son had just got through doing her that way).

With a deep gasp Mr. Horner plunged his cock down into Allysin's hot, wet, tight girlish cunt as Mr. Jones likewise plumbed Kelly's.

The eyes of Allysin and Dean Horner were fixed on the screen, enjoying the vision of Mr. Jones giving the demure Kelly a really hard back door fucking, as well as enjoying the feel of their own. The camera angle even approximated Mr. Horner's perspective, looking down on the back and butt of Kelly, being able to admire her puckered anus as he rammed his cock in and out of her well sluiced hole.

For a moment Dean Horner wondered what his neighbors might be thinking, as his room was now filled with the obscene sounds of the fucking on the television and the fucking on his bed. Allysin seemed to be whimpering and crying with pleasure as loudly as Kelly. To the neighbors it probably sounded like a swingers' meeting: two couples having sex together. And, it did seem that way to Mr. Horner. He felt like he was joining in on the fun with Kelly, and Mr. Jones. He was certainly experiencing Mr. Jones' same pleasures.

When the camera came in for a close-up of Kelly's bum Mr. Jones spread open her cheeks to get an even better shot of her asshole, which he proceeded to explore and caress with his thumbs. Mr. Horner followed his lead.

"Oh Dean Horner!" Allysin gasped as she saw Mr. Jones massage Kelly's little brown star while her own was being thumbed by the Dean.

Dean Horner had never fucked a girl so obscenely before, and he was enjoying it very, very much. He was only mildly disappointed when the director switched from the point-of-view perspective to simply a close-up of Mr. Jones' cock slamming in and out of Kelly's cunt. He never really liked the close-ups of cocks and cunts. The image lost all sense of character and context. But, it did help him imagine that it was his own cock, slamming in and out of Allysin's cunt. It would be nice to have a variety of cameras filming you fuck somebody as delightfully pretty and sexy as Allysin, getting to see the action from every imaginable angle, including even close-ups of her cunt as it is getting thoroughly drilled by your big, hard, manly dick.

The screen then suddenly switched to Kelly's face, lying back on a pillow, cutely smiling as she waited for the money-shot.




A Field Trip for Delta Nu



"Allysin!" Mr. Horner gasped.

Allysin understood. She slipped out from beneath Mr. Horner, his dick making a slurping noise as it slipped from the tight wet confines of Allysin's cunt. She rolled over and reached for him follow the lead of Mr. Jones, if any such encouragement was really needed.

Kelly at first had her mouth open, tongue extended, but just before the cum arrived she closed her eyes and mouth very tightly and tilted her face back.

It was a good decision as she got quite a load from Mr. Jones, who sighed and gasped as repeated blasts of cum doused her face.

Dean Horner quickly followed suit, gasping and sighing as well as his legs trembled with his climax, his body wracked by the waves of pleasure coursing through his system, his dick twitching and spurting in his fist, his cum splashing all over Allysin's cheeks, nose, forehead, eyes, and lips.

"Dean Horner!" Allysin playfully protested. She was not at all upset. Her only disappointment was that she wasn't able to watch it, nor even Kelly's face getting creamed. Sometimes guys do have all the fun.

It seemed like Dean Horner wouldn't stop spraying his gism all over Allysin's face. She was surprised at how much he apparently had. It was certainly more than the usual dose she got from a college guy and she would think that an older man like Dean Horner would not be so virile. Well, perhaps he had been saving up quite a bit for some time.

When Mr. Jones was done Kelly did open one eye to tell her boyfriend she wanted his too. "Look Mark," she said playfully, "your daddy spewed on my face."

Mr. Horner was by then done. Allysin tried to open both eyes but one was pretty well globbed over. She was able to open the left eye, just in time to see Mark spew on Kelly's face.

As Kelly received her second load Allysin began the cleaning of her own, first licking off her lips, and then sweeping up wads and globs with a finger, which she deposited inside her mouth.

Dean Horner watched with breathless wonder. It was really quite striking what college kids were doing these days.

The next day Dean Horner moved all of the Delta Nu girls out of the Motel 6 and into the Ritz Carlton, all paid for out of his own credit card.

It wasn't even really that expensive. The hotel was too full to provide all of them with double rooms. So, the Dean got a suite with two large king-sized beds and some cots. He shared the room with the six girls.

And, it turned out that the other girls were as grateful and appreciative as Allysin. The trip was becoming much more fun for everyone involved.

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The girls were a bit reluctant to have Dean Horner cover such an extravagant cost. Even the meals at the Ritz were expensive, let alone room service and all the dry cleaning and laundry they incurred. The Ritz didn't even offer a breakfast buffet, although the girls delighted in all of the different exotic omelets that were offered.

The girls also realized how much trouble Livingston College was having financially and that just didn't seem right, what with all the financial greats and bankers all over the hotel. Couldn't any of them just pitch in and help? It's not like they don't have access to lots of money. What's the problem? The girls had to find out.

Lexi Belle was among the first to seek financial assistance. She came up with a completely beautiful plan.

She approached Mr. Maurice Willumstad after one of the seminars. Mr. Willumstad was the Chief Executive Officer (CEO) of American International Conglomerate (AIC). He had given a guest lecture on the importance of taking chances within the mortgage and lending fields. It was really quite instructive. He said one of the best things in his industry is that you can make a lot of money (a whole lot of money) without ever risking a cent of your own cash. Plus, the more money you risk, the more you make. And, even if all of your deals go sour, the government will cover the entire loss because your corporation is so big that too many additional people to whom you have lent or have borrowed money will lose their money. And, while they are bailing you out you can still keep making lots and lots of money because it's so hard to find persons who are as skilled as you are. So, the government is willing to let you keep your multimillion dollar salary even though it was you who lost so many millions of dollars. It was a pretty nice deal.

Lexi hadn't really followed much of what he said, other than the fact that he had access to millions of dollars. She strode up to him as he was leaving the lecture hall. She asked in her most demure voice, "Mr. Willumstad, could I please have a word with you?"

"Well, certainly, young lady," Mr. Willumstad replied. He was a very, very busy man, but he would always provide a minute for a promising young business student, particularly one as pretty as this. "How may I help you?"

Lexi stood in front of him, largely avoiding his eyes and shyly dragging her toe back and forth along the very colorful hotel carpeting. She said very softly, "Mr. Willumstad, sir, I was wondering, well...I was just thinking."

Maurice Willumstad was very willing to spare a minute for a pretty girl, but she was using it up before she even said anything. Time was money, and in his case lots of it. He insisted that his managers and executives speak immediately, concisely, and to the point. "Yes, please, girl, what is it." His charitable attentiveness was changing to an impatient irritation.

"Oh, golly, I'm sorry, sir. I was just wondering if perhaps you needed, like an assistant, or something."

Mr. Willumstad chuckled. He always felt like he needed more assistants, and he was not particularly satisfied with those he had, but he certainly didn't need the assistance of an inexperienced young intern. College kids could be so naive sometimes when it came to business. "Honey, I'm afraid that you really don't have the experience nor training that would be necessary to be an assistant of mine." He continued on his way to the front of the hotel.

Lexi strode quickly alongside him. "Oh, I'm a real fast learner, Mr. Willumstad, really I am. And, I can type really good. Well, pretty good. Well, maybe not that good, but I can answer the phone and I have lots and lots of real good people skills." She was certainly right about that.

Mr. Willumstad shook his head and kept moving, no longer wanting to waste any more time with this girl. "It takes a lot more than people skills, honey, to run a business as big and successful as AIC."

"Well, I s'pose you're right, sir. Golly, you must have lots and lots of skills."

"I do have a few," Mr. Willumstad sort of modestly replied as he continued to admire the girl's body. She was certainly a very pretty little thing, and those young breasts of hers were flipping and flopping wildly beneath her cardigan sweater. He didn't even try to hide the fact that he got a good look at them. Men as powerful as him didn't have to feel self-conscious about admiring a woman's breasts. Most women he met were just pleased to have his attention.

"Yes, well then, could I at least ask you a few questions? For my seminar thesis? It won't take long."

He finally stopped, right before the door exiting the hotel.

The doorman opened the door for him. "Your car is waiting, Mr. Willumstad, sir," he announced politely, bowing forward as he held the door.

Waiting for Mr. Willumstad at the curb was his limousine. His driver was standing there, holding that door open as well.

"Honey, I really don't have time for this. You should ask your professors. Answering students' questions is their job. My job is to make money."

"It won't take any of your time, I promise. I'll even ride with you in your car, and once we get to where you're going then I'll get right out and take a cab back to the hotel. You won't be delayed one second. Please, Mr. Willumstad, please?"

Lexi Belle was looking terribly, terribly cute. Lexi had wavy blonde hair, large blue eyes, a perky nose, beautifully smooth skin, perky dimpled cheeks, and sweet pink lips that often parted in a rosy smile revealing full white sparkling teeth. She was wearing a black cardigan sweater, black bow tie, and a black and white checkered skirt that matched her black and white striped headband, along with a pair of very cute black Mary Janes and white socks. She loved that outfit. She had almost gone to Templeton simply for the uniforms.

Mr. Willumstad sighed deeply. The girl just didn't understand. By delaying his departure from the hotel she was already costing him precious seconds, if not minutes. Plus, it wasn't like he didn't get any work done in his ride to the next meeting. No minute of the day was ever wasted. Of course, he would have two-hour lunches at the AIC private club on the top floor of the Ritz Carlton, but these were always power lunches, where some of the biggest deals were often made.

But, he had promised the senator that he would participate in this summer seminar for aspiring young businessmen, and even businesswomen. It was part of a very, very important deal he was making with the senator. He only wished the senator was here now to hear what he was about to say. "Alright, fine. You can ride with me to my next meeting. I'll even have the driver take you back here, but let's hurry now." Before she could answer he turned his back and strode out the hotel, barely acknowledging the doorman.

Lexi smiled. So far, so good. Of course, she had never hoped to become Mr. Willumstad's assistant. Heck, that would be a job! Her initial goal was only to get into his limousine. The rest would follow.

"Oh, what a wonderful car, Mr. Willumstad," she gushed as she leaned over and crawled in behind him.

"It's a limousine, dear, not a car."

"Oh yes, of course, sir. How silly of me."

"Driver," he ordered, "Take me to the office." He always called him "driver," even though he knew his real name. Well, actually, maybe he didn't really know his name, but he probably should have, as the man had driven for him for over ten years now.

He reached for his bourbon. "Honey, would you like a drink?"

"Oh golly no," Lexi giggled, "I'm too young to drink."

He turned to look at the girl quizzically. Come to think of it, she really didn't look that old, with that plaid skirt and Mary Janes. "How old are you?"

"Oh, nineteen, sir," Lexi replied, thrusting her chest out in pride.

Mr. Willumstad furrowed his brow, not feeling entirely certain that this girl was being honest with him. But, she was indeed in college, and pretty much all college kids were at least eighteen. And, what difference did any of that really mean to him anyway? It wasn't like he was intending on having sex with her! But, he then felt how odd it was for him to even deny he had such a thought. "Yes, well, let's get on with it. What are some of your questions," he asked, already regretting having this girl in his limousine. He was going to have to get some form of additional compensation from the senator.

Lexi was sitting in one of the seats facing toward the rear of the limousine as well as toward Mr. Willumstad. It was a very large stretch limo, one with lots of leg space for multiple passengers.

"Well," Lexi replied, unbuttoning her sweater. "I was wondering, which banks make the most money?"

"What?" What kind of inane question was that, he wondered, but he was also distracted by the girls unbuttoning.

Mr. Willumstad had to admit that he rather enjoyed watching her. He didn't feel the least bit guilty about it. After all, it was only a momentary visual pleasure. Men as rich and powerful as him had the ability and right to enjoy far more sins than just the sight of a coed undoing a sweater.

And, the non-guilty pleasure rose dramatically once the sweater was pulled away to open up to his eyes Lexi's blouse, if you could actually call it that, as it was essentially, if not virtually, diaphanous, and Lexi was not wearing a brassiere. She might as well just be wearing a see through nightie for the amount of coverage that the blouse provided. 

Mr. Willumstad did not avert his eyes. Perhaps most men would, trying to at least pretend that they weren't ogling the young lady's boobs. Lexi's breasts were really quite spectacular. They were so round, so firm and full, like big ice cream mounds wiggling on her chest, capped by a couple of very pointy pieces of red licorice sticks. The coolness of the limousine was doing wonders to help get those nips as stiff and pointy as possible. And, her skin was so white, the contrast with her dark tan revealing how the show she was providing was terribly personal, intimate, and private. These boobs were clearly rarely in the light of day, or at least the light of sun.

Mr. Willumstad did though reach to his right, never taking his eyes off of Lexi's breasts, and flipped the switch to run up the divider between himself and the driver. He need not though worry about anyone in a neighboring car as the windows of the limo were tinted. They could see out, but nobody could see in.

"Young lady," Mr. Willumstad inquired, "is that really appropriate dress?"

"Excuse me?" Lexi asked, as if she had no idea what he was talking about.

"You realize, of course, that I can see right through your blouse and you are not wearing a brassiere."

Lexi looked down at her boobs. "Well, yeah, I guess." She looked back at him, her large round eyes all curious and innocent. "Do you think it's too revealing?"

Mr. Willumstad chuckled. "Well, I hardly think your parents would approve, don't you think?"

Lexi giggled, causing her boobs to wiggle and jiggle. "No, of course not, silly. I wouldn't dress like this in front of daddy. That would be so wrong!"

"And yet you dress this way at college?"

"Well, sure! Goodness, gracious, Mr. Willumstad, didn't you go to college?"

"Yes, yes I did." He in fact had an M.B.A. from a very prominent business school. However, Lexi did probably have a better GPA, at least to this point.

"Girls didn't dress like this when you were at college?"

"Absolutely not."

"Goodness, that must have been a long time ago. Times have changed since then, Mr. Willumstad."

"Apparently they have."

"You should come to campus on undies day."

Mr. Willumstad crossed his legs. This girl was beginning to get his attention. "Undies day?"

"Yes, of course. Everybody goes to class wearing only their undies. It's really cool!" She was making that up. There was really no such thing at Livingston College. There was though this bar at the University of Iowa that has undies night for the ladies. It was quite surprising how many young ladies were willing to go to the bar dressed only in brassiere and panties. They wouldn't even be wearing a coat as they made their way from their cars to the bar. Many persons gathered just to watch the parade.

Mr. Willumstad could feel his dick swelling in his slacks at the thought of such a thing (the lie about wearing undies to classes). Nothing like that had ever happened when he was an undergraduate. He could hardly imagine such a thing happening now. Well, actually, he was now very successfully imagining it, his eyes still fixed on the girl's soft, round, white breasts. Perhaps he should get more heavily involved in this college seminar business. Maybe he could provide a guest lecture on the Livingston campus? On undies day, of course.

"And, if you think that's something, at Abberville they even have students go to class completely stark naked!"

Mr. Willumstad laughed. That he could not even imagine. "Yes, well, I must say, young lady, that is perhaps a bit much. I may not have been to college for quite sometime but I can tell when someone is yanking my chain." He could accept an undies day, but not a bare naked day. That was really quite absurd.

Lexi Belle again giggled.

Mr. Willumstad liked it when Lexi giggled, as her boobs would do a most delightful little shimmy and wiggle.

Lexi did find it kind of funny. He bought the false story but rejected the true one (see "Naked at College"). Well, go figure.

"Do you think my boobies are cute, Mr. Willumstad?" Lexi decided to get more to the point.

Mr. Willumstad did prefer getting to the point, but he was taken aback by that remark. Not too many young ladies spoke so boldly to him, at least those not working at a gentleman's club. "They're, um, yes, quite attractive." He was surprised at his awkward reaction. He was usually very self-confident and facile.

"I really do like having boobies. See, you can make them bounce up and down." She began to bounce in her seat, causing them to follow suit.

"And, then, of course, they can wiggle back and forth." She twisted her shoulders back and forth, in case he didn't believe her. They did indeed dance so very well.

Mr. Willumstad finally broke a smile. He would have to admit, this girl did have some charm, as well as nice boobs. If he was going to lose a bit of time, it was perhaps time well spent. Well, he wouldn't really go that far. But, at the moment it was a very pleasant distraction from an otherwise very, very busy day, and he would most certainly prefer wasting his time looking at a coed shake her titties than providing another one of those pointless lectures to undergraduates.

He asked the young lady, "What have you worn on undies day?"

"Mr. Willumstad, what a question to ask a girl!"

He didn't mind putting her a bit on the defensive, if she was in fact taken aback by his forthrightness. He much preferred being on the offense in a conversation than on the defense.

Lexi though was not at all troubled by the question. She smiled at the executive. It was a flirtatious smile but it was also a smile of confidence, of pride. Things were going pretty well now. "What kind of panties do you think I'm wearing right now, Mr. Willumstad?"

Mr. Willumstad smiled back. This girl was quite the vixen. He had met a few in his career; at cocktail parties, receptions, banquets, clubs. They were usually the single women, seeking a rich, powerful husband, the kind of man that could and would buy them pretty much anything they wanted. But, even the wives of some of his colleagues would act this way around him. It was really quite amazing how the appearance, and the reality, of being rich, successful, and powerful can affect some women. He leaned forward in his seat. "Now, young lady, don't you try to play any games with me."

"Oh, but I'm not, Mr. Willumstad, honestly. You asked me what kind I wear on undies day and it's pretty much the same that I'm wearing now."

Mr. Willumstad hesitated, studying the girl. He was wondering what she was up to, if anything at all. Sometimes the women he meets just want his attention. They just want to have been with a man as powerful as him, to be seen with him. And, sometimes they just want gifts, perhaps some fine jewelry, an evening dress. Funny how a gift doesn't make it prostitution. Well, perhaps that wasn't a truly fair comparison. It's not like they didn't carefully choose their clientele. What does this young lady want, he wondered. And, precisely what was she willing to offer? "Show me."

"Mr. Willumstad! That's so wrong. You're old enough to be my father."

He was even older than that, so for him it was actually a compliment.

"Honey, you're being given an opportunity to make a presentation to one of the most powerful men in this country. Not too many young businesswomen, let alone businessmen, ever get this chance."

Lexi was more than happy to make a presentation. She just knew it was best to make it sound like she was reluctant. It made it a lot more special when she finally gave in. And, it wasn't just that Mr. Willumstad was wealthy and powerful. Well, it was actually just that. But, it did help that he was also quite good looking, particularly for his age. Money can buy quite a bit of assistance in appearance and grooming, and a $2,500 silk suit doesn't hurt. Lexi didn't know business but she did know fashion, and she liked what she saw. She could see that he was wearing a made-to-measure Dolce & Gabbana blue pinstripe, with a diamond tie clasp, along with a white Eton dress shirt (they were woven from Egyptian cotton), along with a yellow Ferragamo paisley tie. Very impressive indeed.