0 comments/ 16045 views/ 9 favorites College Admissions Ch. 01 By: jerseyguywrites Alden College is a very good school. It might not be among the famous names, but we've had our share of success stories. We admitted only women until five years ago. But the money got tight, so we had to go admit men, too. My predecessor, Anne Satterfield, was "old school." She wanted Alden to remain all-female. She fought to the bitter end for her dear school to remain true to its old ways. Instead, the board of trustees gave her one more year. Then they voted to ease her into a comfortable retirement. That's when I came along. I'm Rob Willis. I became responsible for bringing Alden into the modern age. I'm used to challenges. Diversifying a single-sex school surely qualifies. I didn't jump for this opportunity at first. But like Anne Satterfield, I'd lost a career battle royal. I was supposed to succeed the director at my previous school, a liberal arts college with a name you would surely recognize. I was one of two groomed for the job. The other, Amanda Prentice, looked the part of a successful professional. She got up at five every morning, ran three miles, ate nothing but carrot sticks and tofu for lunch and made it a point to have dinner with the "right people." In the meantime I had to keep staff morale up as she tore into employees and student workers. But politics prevailed. Amanda got the job and fired me as soon as she could. She did not even allow me the dignity of submitting a resignation. I was out of work for nearly a year until I got the call from Alden. I was sent through a round robin of interviews. Anne Satterfield was the last to meet, and I had no idea what to expect. Anne was an Alden alumna, class of '67. She had never worked anyplace else though she'd had a variety of jobs throughout the college. I saw a picture of Anne on the college Web site. She was a plump lady with a round chubby face, fair skin, gray hair cut short. She wore a conservative suit dress with a light blue blouse buttoned to show little of her ample breasts. Anne had a very nice smile, appearing warm, a good thing for a woman in her field. She smiled as my grandmother used to smile, before she'd pinch my five year-old cheeks and pull ten dollars out of her purse. Only thing was my grandmother was a nice lady who never had to work outside the house, while Anne had lost a fight to save her job. People in the admissions world talk about jobs and people. There were rumors about Anne, that she was very good at her job, but that she was "losing it." I got no further details. Only wishes of good luck. Anne made me wait nearly an hour while she talked with students and staff coming in and out of her office. That was rude. But it was not like I had anything better to do. "Rob, come in," she said, waving as the last person left. "Let me straighten out this hideous mess, before we chat." She went from chair to chair collecting piles of application files and moved them into a corner behind her desk. "Can I get you anything, coffee, tea?" she asked as I took a file-free seat. "Water's fine," I said. The hall outside her office had been extremely hot. That and my nervousness, my feeling that this was my last hope for a job, had me craving for a cold drink. Shame that the school had not bother to spring for a water cooler in the secured admissions officers. With a file, presumably my resume in her hand, Anne settled into a large leather office chair, reclined back slightly and crossed her legs. "So why do you want to come to Alden?" she asked. "Why us?" Her blue eyes looked sad as she asked that question, as if she'd resigned to her fate. "To be honest, Ms. Satterfield, I need a job. That's the whole story." I gave a very brief version of what had happened in my last job, without mentioning that "a woman" had been chosen over me, only a "co-worker." Women are the majority in college admissions; they pretty much run this professional world. "What do you know about Alden?" she asked. She took a quick peek at the display from various events, graduating classes and signed pictures of gratitude from former co-workers and students on the wall behind me. I told her what little I'd found on the Internet, including the debate of over the college's decision to go co-ed. I had also checked numbers. Applications kept going down, even though the college was converting single-sex halls to co-ed as we spoke. The marketing was terrible, focused on "traditions" instead of change. But had to bite my lip about marketing. A framed copy of a blown-up cover from the most recent brochure hung on the wall behind her desk. "With due respect," I concluded. "Alden has some serious problems. But I've worked at small colleges for 14 years. I'm sure that I can help." "Oh really?" Anne sat back more properly and put her hands on the desk, as if to guard it from an impending invader, maybe me. "What would you do that I have not? How would you come in to 'save' this place? Start a football team?" "No, I wouldn't. But I wouldn't go crazy over finding men. You still need women." I went through a list of scholarship programs I had helped start to attract more women to my previous college, backed by female faculty I'd befriended along the way. This school was strong in the arts, some social sciences, but not business or the harder subjects. Alden women had gone on to fine careers. But their true achievements came through work after college or further education. Anne took out a handkerchief, dabbed her face of sweat and smiled. "You know, you're the first one to say anything about women. I'm very proud of this place, and what its done for hundreds of young women. I don't want Alden to become just like any other school. I want it to be special." It was best to let her keep talking. She went on and on about people who had come and gone from Alden College to far better things. She pointed to varied pictures on her walls to share the school's past. As she finished her eyes teared, her makeup started to run. She brushed her tears with the handkerchief. I started to get out of my seat to ask if she was ok; she might have wanted a moment alone to compose herself. But she told me to sit after she had brushed the make-up away. "I haven't asked any other candidate yet, but would you take a campus tour with me?" she asked. I smiled. "I'd like that," I answered. As I'd listened to her stories I'd come to respect her for loving her school. Most admissions directors come and go, until they get into their "dream job." Anne had lived her dream longer than any of my peers, and superiors, had. Anne was a chubby women, but she had an amazing bounce to her step as she showed me building after building, landmark after landmark, ending with the college gardens. She invited me to share a bench and described every flower and plant around us. Her eyes lit up as we watched orioles flying into a nest in the branches of one of the larger trees. "This is such a beautiful spot," she said. "I've never come here with anyone before. Always alone." "Why?" "It's peaceful. If I needed nothing else these past few months, I needed peace. I can't change, Rob. I can't fight change." "Alden will always be a fine school," I said, touching her hand. "I won't forget anything you've told me." Her cheeks glowed as she smiled and folded her fingers into mine. I didn't let go as we looked at the plants and birds around us. She settled her head on my shoulder and closed her eyes. For a moment I was tempted to shake her slightly. She might have fallen into a permanent sleep. Then I heard her breath softly. "Please, stay here with me a little longer," she said. "I don't want to go back to the office just yet." I had no problem sitting in a garden with someone I barely knew, but closing time was approaching for the admissions office. "Can you get your purse, your car keys," I asked. "Don't want you locked out of your own office." Anne chuckled and winked. She had worn an Alden College lanyard around her neck, a spare key on the end. And she had not let go of my hand. "Promise me, Rob. Promise me you'll take good care of my school," she whispered, as her eyes teared once more. I squeezed Anne's hand tighter. "I promise," I said. I'd already decided that, if I got the job, that I would ask the faculty and trustees to name the garden in Anne's honor. She deserved more for her service, but this was one way I could help ease the transition from her to me. I can't explain why, but I kissed Anne's cheek as a tear rolled down. "Ohhhh, that was nice, Rob. Do that again?" She grasped my hand tighter still. My heart had jumped. Was she testing me, or really wanting for a kiss? The tear was gone, so I softly pecked her cheek. "Noooo, like last time. Nice and soft." Her hand had moved to brush my kneecap. But what if a student, or god forbid, someone more senior, were to come into the garden? "I love this place, Rob. But I never got a kiss here. I need one. Now" Her hand grazed my inner thigh as my leg softly shook then moved along my zipper line. There were risks, of course, but I did not stop her. Instead I turned to kiss her lips more fully. "Sunsets here are so romantic," she whispered after we'd shared our kiss. Spend this one with me." I kissed Anne deeply as her fingers kept playing, her left arm around my shoulder, while her right hand unzipped me. "There's another Alden tradition about this garden," she said softly as she stroked me. The sun had started to set as she leaned over to take my cock into her mouth. She licked the shaft faster than I could ever expect, as if she'd never sucked a cock before. I thought of an ice cream cone about to crumble and melt, long licks not being enough to save it. "Slow," I said. "Take it in slow." She grinned then kissed the head. The she sucked it in. Her head bobbed slowly over my cock as I ran my fingers through her hair. Anne almost gagged as my cum poured into her throat. Then she licked pretty much every drop off my cock and balls and zipped me back up. "You know, Rob. You're a very handsome man. You remind me of someone who sat with me here once, back when I was a student." I'd never thought of myself as extraordinary in appearance with short, though well-groomed sandy hair, brown eyes and average build. I blushed at the thought that anyone would consider me handsome, especially the Anne of the past. Anne brushed a tear from her eyes. "He was kind, or at least pretended to be. But it was all a ruse. A dare from his fraternity friends. I thought someone might love a plump young girl, but I was so so wrong, and so so hurt." "I'm really, sorry Anne, that someone did that to you," I said. The Anne of today, however, appeared regretful, though she also appeared more motherly. I'd loved my grandmother, but I'd never had the adult feelings for her that I had for Anne at this moments. My grandmother had never been one to reflect as Anne was doing now. We held hands and looked out into the sunset for another hour, then got up to return to her office to fetch her purse and car keys. I walked her to her car, then held the unlocked door open for her. "Where's your car?" she asked, after she rolled down the door window, "Visitor parking. I can find it if I walk back." There were students walking around campus on their way to wherever they were going, probably dinner, the student center or the library. Alden was a small school. Although Anne had given me the most thorough college tour of my life, there were really few places for students to hang out on campus. "Nonsense, get in. I'll take you there." Anne unlocked the passenger door to let me in. After our evenings adventures I was reluctant to turn her down. Either she was going to recommend me to be her successor, or report me for sexual misconduct. But she'd appeared too needy and too nice to hurt me. Anne quickly found my car and parked alongside it so I could go from her passenger door to my driver's side, hopefully with no one seeing me. But there were no students around and the lights were dim. No way would this place be an evening hang out. "Lets have dinner. Talk about Alden some more," Anne said and she smiled. She turned off the ignition and settled her head on my shoulders again. I put my arm around her as she did. "Sure," I replied. "I'd like to learn as much as I can." "Well there's another Alden tradition I've never experienced. But I want to. Right now." She leaned over to kiss me once more and unzipped me once again. I was not exactly hard when she started rubbing, but it didn't take her long to pull out whatever cum I could spare. She took a finger of my cum in her mouth and gave it a lick. Then she ran the finger along my lips for my kiss. "Get in your car," Anne said. "Follow me." I agreed, though I did not know what to expect as I followed her car. This was not the usual interview. I still had this sneaking feeling that I was being set up. But I also felt an attraction that I'd never felt for another woman. Anne was so different than anyone else who had touched my cock. I had this "Mrs. Robinson" feeling as I drove to her house, as if I could not turn Anne down, no matter what she wanted me to do to her. Anne lived in an immaculately-kept bungalow house about ten miles from the Alden campus. Her living room was covered with stacks and stacks of books, most with aged bindings. A Bose CD player was atop a cabinet alongside pictures and heirlooms much like I'd seen in her office. But, as I'd seen in the office, all of the pictures featured women, no men. Anne told me to wait in this room while she changed into a more casual one-piece v-neck dress that accentuated her curves and plumpness. Her saggy breasts were more prominent than I could tell from her more button-downed appeared before, as she felt free to be herself.She invited me to help her make a salad. As I cut carrots and cucumbers she playfully ran her fingers along my ass and spanked it gently. "Another Alden tradition," she said, and winked. Our dinner conversation was relaxed, mostly business, with many laughs, mainly more Alden stories. She'd made me wonder, not only about Alden traditions, but also how their women made their way in the world. I reminded myself that I was the only one she had invited to the garden since she was a young girl. At least I wanted that to be true. After dinner, she grabbed a bottle of wine and glasses and led me to her living room couch. She stretched out so her legs were in my lap and poured the wine for me first, then herself. "To Alden," she said, and we clicked our glasses. Anne and I talked long into the night and finished the bottle, until she became too tired to talk about Alden any more. I had a slight buzz, but there was no reason that I could not drive back to my hotel room. Anne could not have been a better host. But I still had no idea if I'd impressed her enough to be her successor. "Why don't you stay here?" Anne asked. "I'll make you breakfast in the morning. Might as well send you home with a good meal than the crap at that hotel." She smiled and offered her hand. I took it. But we walked past her spare bedroom. "I meant here," she said, as she opened her bedroom door. At least the walls were not another museum to the glory of Alden College. There were paintings, but her name was on the bottom of each one. "I was an English major and an Art major," she told me as I admired her artwork. Fortunately she was too tired to explain the substance of each piece, because I had become too tired to listen. Still dressed, I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes. Anne lay down next to me, still dressed as well. "Do you know what it means to be 'de-flowered'?" she asked as she ran her fingers along my belly. "Ummm, I think so." "You probably think it happens only to men." "I don't understand." "I've been alone a long time, Rob. I was married, but it was not very long, with few men afterwards. To tell the truth, the marriage was my parents idea, more than mine. I've always been a fat flabby girl, no one really wanted me. I thought I could lose myself in school, then my work, but I'm too old, too tired for all that." She cried once more. I hugged her as tightly as i could. She pulled hard, bringing me close to her breasts, so close I could feel her shake and her nipples harden. "Please Rob, stay the night," she pleaded softly. "Stay with me." I'd gotten too sleepy for sex, but I was willing to stay on the comfortable bed. We woke up early enough for breakfast before I would have my final meeting with the college's search committee, which Anne was a part. I got up first and washed my face. The sound of the water faucet woke Anne, who told me where she had a spare toothbrush. "I promised breakfast," she said, then she kissed me full on the lips. "I never break my promises." She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me again. Then she anxiously slid her tongue into my mouth. I relaxed as our tongues danced and our hands explored each other. "Fuck me, Rob," she said, after she broke the kiss. "Fuck me now." She kissed me deeply once more and started rubbing my cock, gently at first, then faster, building heat. We'd fallen asleep dressed, now she was undressing me. "Take me," she whispered. "Take me out of this dress." I wrapped my arms around her as I unzipped her dress, kissing down her spine as it fell to the floor. As I took her tits in my hands she bumped closer and rubbed against me with her abundant ass. That only made me bring her closer until she took my hand and stopped me. "Doggy," she said. "I've never done it doggy style." I entered her from behind, gliding in smoothly then explored deeper and deeper as I squeezed her curves. She squeezed with all she had as I pumped her faster and faster. "Ohhhhhh yessssss! she shouted. "Mmmmmmmmmmm yesssssss! Spank it! Spank it now!" I slapped her ass playfully. "Noooooo harder Rob! Harder!" I slapped her until the redness caused me concern, then we both came in a rush. After I slid out I rubbed my cum on her ass and the back of her thighs. "Wow," Anne said. "That was amazing. You've given an fat old lady a chance to live so many Alden traditions. I can kick my bucket list in the trash." She kissed my cheek hard, as my grandmother used to do. Then she made us breakfast, highlighted by mimosas, shared in bed. I left Alden that afternoon nervous and excited at the same time. A week later, Anne called me and told me that I had gotten the job. She would also act as my "consultant" during the transition. She invited me to move into her home—as her "housemate"—until I could find a place of my own. I doubted that anyone associated with the College would have concern about the arrangement, given the difference between Anne's age and mine. In their eyes would be like son moving in with mother. "There are more traditions to share," Anne said, after she gave me the good news. "By the end of your first year, you will know them all." College Admissions Ch. 02 "By the end of the school year, you'll be deep in the know about 'all things Alden'," said Anne, chuckling at the end of the sentence. "This college has a heart, a soul, and maybe a few things haunted." I had not heard Anne laugh out loud when I came to Alden College for the first time to interview for my new job. Her laugh struck me as part naughty, part witchcraft. But most colleges have their legends. I was glad to have Anne Satterfield, the college's unofficial historian, to be my guide. I accepted the formal job offer just before Memorial Day, five weeks before I would start. I lived just outside a large Eastern city at the time. So I invited Anne to come visit, provided that she could swing the cost of the flight. I extended my invite over Skype so I saw the priceless expression on her face. It was as if she had won the big ticket in a lottery and wanted to collect her winnings before anyone could claim a matching number. She opened her blouse for me and started playing with her ample tits. I ran my hand along my zipper line until her nipples hardened pink. Then I unzipped and pulled out my throbbing cock. She smiled as we rubbed ourselves in synch, licking her lips as my cum took flight. "Oh Rob, this is going to be so beautiful. You and me. Making a new Alden," said Anne, her saggy tits still in my view. "I can hardly wait to see you." She blew a kiss. Then she turned off the call. After I cleaned up, I could not get Anne out of my mind. I'd dated my share of curvy women, always found the shape arousing. I did not care about the difference in our ages. But Anne was two extremes, one the needy teenager, the other the motherly guardian of Alden College. I knew no one who had been in a relationship with someone like Anne. And for all I knew one of these extremes, or both, could fade away as her true retirement date got closer. She had no reason to care about me or my success going forward on July 1st, let alone a year later. She could have left me to learn about all things Alden on my own. I was stunned when I picked up Anne four weeks later at the airport. She had lost weight; her ample breasts became more prominent through her white cotton buttoned blouse, top buttons unbuttoned. She wore a long flowing floral skirt that looked loose and comfortable as if she could read a book in her lap. As she hugged me tight she gave my cheeks the wettest kiss I'd ever gotten in my life. As soon as we got away from the airport crowds and found my car, she stopped me and ran a hand around my ass. Then she slid her tongue into my mouth. I became lost in the kiss, not caring if anyone walked by us, and brought her closer. The kiss resumed as soon as we got in the car. It was as if we were making out in a drive-in theater, not caring about the movie. I had planned our return journey to Alden to stop at other colleges that had faced challenges similar to those Anne and I would face in our coming admissions cycle. A former women's college needed to have several "hooks" to lure men, we learned. The challenge of finding them was far from easy. These schools had advantages we did not. Some had more money. Others were located in college towns where there was more to do, and there were other schools nearby. Most took me only as grad students or night students. They would not live on campus. This made the most sense, if Alden was in a place if it could get them. But the school was too isolated for that. We could only take men as full-time students, as we had always taken women. There's a line about the opportunities for women at a college that has far more men than women: the odds are good, but the goods are odd. One might imagine this is also true for men at a female-majority school. But that depends on the men you get. What kind of men would we have in our next freshman class? Would they be drawn to our women—and the attraction would be mutual? Or would they be different? That conversation dominated our cross-country journey when it was just us in the car between schools or rest stops. Anne proved to be a better travel companion than I'd ever expected. She initiated many of our unscheduled "breaks." She'd spy a secluded spot and run her hand along my knee cap and inner thigh urging me to pull over. She had an apparently never-ending collection of loose-fitting shirts and blouses and flowing skirts and slacks. On driving legs when no school stops had been planned she wore no bra at all. I left the back seat of my SUV folded down, blankets for cover, so that we could play at any time. Anne had vacated her office at Alden to make room for me upon my arrival. While she would be my advisor about all things Alden for the next year, as well as my "landlady," she also wanted to take time to herself to enjoy her new found freedom. I was fine with that; she had no obligations to me as a successor or lover. After I settled into my new office, Anne presented me with a gift. It felt heavy under its careful and colorful gold foil wrapping paper and tightly tied red bow. "Anne, this isn't necessary," I said, feeling the weight of the package. "You've given me far more than I deserved. I know how much you loved this job and how much you mean to Alden." "No, it's necessary." Anne smiled. "It's your bible of all things Alden." I untied the red bow and snipped the tape that held the wrapping with a scissor on my new desk. Anne had given me a leather bound history of Alden College filled with glossy pictures of its past and recent present. More interesting was the name of the book's co-author: Anne Satterfield. "My god, why didn't you tell me?" I asked. "I could have read this before I left." Anne put a hand on my shoulder, careful for no one to see it if they walked past my open office door. "I wanted you and I to 'read' this together. You've made me feel so young, like I could relive my best times here. She looked to see if no one was walking by, squeezed my ass and kissed me on the cheek. Anne had gotten into the habit of wearing more prominent makeup since I first came to campus. I blushed, then took a handkerchief out of my pocket to wipe her kiss off my cheek as she frowned playfully. I sat behind my new desk and placed the book at the center. Anne took the visitor's chair that I had sat in during my first meeting with her. I flipped past early pages of women at school and play, faculty in class. Those could have been taken at any college. Then my fingers arrived at the page with the heading 'Liberty House.' "Liberty House has been at Alden since time immemorial," said Anne. She reached behind her neck, unhooked her necklace and handed it to me. The charm matched the Liberty House logo in the book. "Liberty House is very special—and we must protect its legacy." "Why? What makes it so special?" The pictures of the house showed me nothing remarkable. Other colleges had all-female homes for women with special interests or needs. "Liberty House is not a language house, or a theatre house, or anything like that, and it's definitely not like a sorority." Anne opened her hand to ask me to return her necklace, and I did. "Liberty House also has the highest GPA on campus. It is also the most philanthropic. But it cannot accept men." I knew nothing about Liberty House until now, nor did I have any influence upon its future. Alden would remain all-female for at least another year, until room could be made in the more traditional residence halls. I had no idea if men would even want to live in Liberty House if its mission had included only women for over a century. "We don't have to worry about that for now," I said. "But what if men want to join in the future?" "I won't let it happen, Rob. I swear I won't," Anne replied, her tone determined. "Anne, I'm sure the College will make some accommodations for Liberty House, and for the men we admit." "You must know more about Liberty House. You must know why it must stay what it has been. Some traditions are meant to stay traditions. There's more to the house than what you'll find in this book." This was a July day. There were no students in the residence halls, though the upper-class women who lived in the special-interest houses were allowed to remain on campus for the summer. Each house had its own kitchen as well as a small parking lot for the students who had brought cars to school. Like faculty at other small colleges, Alden professors hired students as research assistants for the summer. About half of the residents of Liberty House, Anne told me, took advantage of such opportunities. "Emily Scott, the current president, is living on campus this summer," said Anne. "So are seven other girls. There's also a house mother, Renee', who lives on the first floor. She's been there fifteen years." "That's a long time," "She's a history professor here, too, and an alumna. This place means as much to her as it does to me." Anne picked up the leather-bound book she had given me, and showed me the cover. Renee' Masterson, the second name, had been Anne's co-author. A lightbulb suddenly clicked in my head. Had Renee' and Anne been something more than co-authors? "She's also my best friend on campus," Anne said. "A lot of faculty have come and gone. Those who stay tend to be alumni. A handful were sisters in Liberty House." Anne had opened a wide door to Alden's past. But I still had no idea what she wanted me to protect after her time on campus came to an end. Was there a secret about the sisters of Liberty House? Or was its stature on campus so important that Anne felt obligated to protect it? Anne took out her cell phone and called Renee'. They arranged a dinner, she and Anne and the sisters who were living on campus for the summer. Attendance mandatory for the girls to meet the new admissions director. ___________________________________________________________________________ Anne asked me to dress jacket and tie to dinner at Liberty House. It was rare for a man to be invited to dine there, she explained. Few male faculty in Alden's history had ever been invited, while the house rules did not allow men to spend the night with the ladies. She had chosen a long, loose-fitting "hippie" dress, her hair set free, falling down her shoulders. With tiny wire-frame glasses perched on her nose and a knitted carry-all on her shoulder, her appearance reminded me of pictures I'd seen in books about Woodstock and Sixties Grateful Dead concerts. This was far from the same Anne I'd met back in April. I looked too button-downed and uptight to be on a date with her, even though I would be sharing her company with nine other women. After we parking and shared a brief kiss, Anne and I walked to Liberty House, her hand tucked under my arm. No one saw us, not that anyone would have believed that the two of us had shared a bed, let alone a cross-country trip, together. Liberty House looked like any other special-interest home on campus. It was white, with gold shutters, a sheltered porch out front with chairs and a couch. Before we knocked on the door, I saw a poem mounted just below the knocker Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame, With conquering limbs astride from land to land; Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame. "Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!" "That's on a plaque of the Statue of Liberty," said Anne. It's the 'New Colossus'. Emma Lazarus was not a sister of Liberty House, but these words mean a lot to every sister." There was also a wood plaque beneath the poem with these words: Enter here. Be set forever free. Anne squeezed my hand, let it go. then she knocked on the door. My heart skipped, curious about who might answer her knock. Renee', a plump African American with an Ultrabright smile, opened the door. Like Anne, she wore a hippie-style dress, though her's had a much brighter pattern in orange, yellow and red. Her necklace of deep gold stones, cut like fine jewels, complemented her dress nicely. There was something about her smile, her large brown eyes, her large sagging tits, that made me feel welcome and warm, almost as warm as I'd felt during my evenings with Anne on the journey to Alden. Renee' kissed Anne warmly on the cheek, then took my hand in her's. She led us into the dining room where the summer sisters of Liberty House were already seated to meet us. They dressed in various ways, from sloppy in t-shirts and jeans to semi-sexy in loose cotton dresses that appeared tapered at the waist. Under "conventional" attitudes, none of the girls would be considered "beautiful." They were overly thin, overly intellectual looking with thick glasses, or overly chubby. As the most formally-dressed person in the room, I felt uncomfortable. But I still believed that I had to look professional. Renee' refused to allow me to get up to help serve our meal. Nor did she allow Anne to help. Each sister appeared to know their jobs as they got up to bring a salad, a grilled chicken breast entree' and several bowls of fruit to the table. They remained silent as they set the food down. Emily Scott, a short overly-thin brunette, with short hair and tiny tits, sat beside me, Anne on the other side, Renee' at the head of the table, grinning at apparently being in her customary seat. She tapped a spoon against a water glass, as if to call dinner to order and ask for a prayer over our meal. Only the prayer part was wrong. "Welcome, Rob Willis," said Renee'. "Welcome to Liberty House." She smiled and raised a glass of water. We clicked glasses with the persons next to us. "We're really glad to meet you." "Thank you. Anne told me about the house and what it means to all of you." "This house is everything to us," said Renee'. "It's a home, a safe haven for its sisters." Hence the name and the poetry. "Safe haven? What do you mean?" I asked. The girls passed food politely and carefully. Emily made sure that my plate had something of everything that they had prepared. Fortunately, they had made dishes I liked. Emily looked at Renee' as if she wanted to speak. But Renee' answered before the house president could open her mouth. "Sisters of Liberty House do not rush," said Renee'. They are recruited during freshman orientation and sent invitations during the first week of classes. The upper-class girls scout, seeking suitable members. The freshmen do not know about our house until they are invited to a reception." That did not sound unusual to me. College houses always go looking for members. But there's always something they know about their prospects, their major, faith, interests from high school, and so on. "How did you girls feel," I asked. "Being 'recruited' but not knowing about it?" "My heart jumped when I got my invitation," said Emily. "The girls made me feel so warm, so special. From the first moment I opened that door I knew this was home." "Where did you live freshman year?" "Rose Murphy Hall. It was a nice place, but I really didn't get along with my roommate. She was this prep-school..." "You can say it," Renee' said, smiling. "Openness," she added, looking at me. "Bitch. All she talked about was her boyfriends and horses. As if I really cared about her stupid horse. First day i our room we talked about her horse like she was the most important thing in her life. As soon as I could excuse myself to go to the bathroom I threw up. I asked for a new roommate as soon as I could, and got hooked with Megan." She took and squeezed the hand of the girl, a thin fair-skinned redhead with red-frame glasses, to her left. "She got an invite, too. We've been roommates every since we moved in." Megan kissed Emily's cheek. "We're really like sisters," the redhead said. "I can tell her anything." "What was high school like for you girls?" I asked. Megan made a dirty face. "It sucked." She touched her lips for a moment and looked to Renee' for approval. As soon as the house mother nodded, Megan continued. "The girls were all into clothes and crap. I was into science and mythology. Girls looked at me like I had three heads. Emily was the first who really 'got' me." Emily took Megan's hand again. "For me it was politics. I ran for student body president against the most popular guy in my school. I made posters, buttons, everything, nobody helped me, even though I had real things to talk about." "Did you win?" "Hell no. I got creamed. Worse, the teachers laughed at me for even trying." Only two women had spoken, but I thought that I had grasped a pattern. Megan and Emily had held hands throughout dinner. The other girls shared similar experiences as Renee' got them to open up. "All of you, you were out of the mainstream, right?" I asked after the rest of the Liberty sisters had told their story. "Even you, Renee'?" "Oh yes," she answered, and smiled brightly. "I wasn't the first black woman to come to Alden, but I was afraid I'd be the last. I heard more "hippo" sounds than Id ever heard in high school. There were girls who were nastier than any guy I've run into in my life. I was so ready to leave, until I met Anne." "I was house mother when Renee' was a freshman," Anne explained. The house, and its sisters, including alumni, were beautiful in their own way. They had committed to giving a home to those who had none at Alden. It was fair to say that Liberty House might have helped to keep the college from going under years before. If these women, and other sisters, had not found each other, they would have transferred out. We finished our dinner and took turns washing up. Renee' led us into a lounge at the back of the house that had no tables, only overstuffed couches and chairs as well as beanbags for anyone who wanted to be closer to the floor.. Since half of the Liberty House sisters had gone home or other places for the summer, there was a spot for everyone. Dark blue curtains and drapes covered the windows so that no one could peek in, even if the breeze came through. Emily sat by Megan, sharing a bean bag chair, her arms wrapped around her from behind. Megan leaned back slightly to share a quick kiss. The other six women had paired off as well, four embraced or holding hands, the other two not. Anne and Renee' shared a couch while I took a chair to myself. "You see why this house cannot have men?" Anne asked me. "I think so. But is every sister, or former sister, a lesbian or bi?" "No," answered Anne. "Some have boyfriends. But that's not what's important. They're freedom is." Hence Enter here. Be set forever free. But was there more? "Rob, every woman comes to Liberty House in 'chains'," Renee' said. "They're confined by their families, their high schools, the stereotypes of how women are supposed to look, supposed to act. We want our sisters to feel free." Almost on cue, the young sisters kissed and undressed each other slowly. Renee' and Anne watched as if this happened every day. I tried in vein, to control my throbbing, as the girls removed their clothes and dropped them to the floor. Anne winked at me, then she took Renee's hand. They too, kissed, their lips melting together. But they did not undress. The pairs all embraced, relaxed in each other's arms. There were quick kisses, though no extended action. They looked at me as if I was the alien, as they should have. I could not bring myself to touch any of these women, even Anne, who I'd shared a bed several times. I was too afraid of how they would react. College Admissions Ch. 02 "Sit between us, Rob," said Renee'. I got up and did as I was told. I took the middle between her and Anne. Anne took one hand, Renee' the other. "Relax, I know all about you two," Renee' whispered. "So do the other girls." Anne and Renee' each ran their hands along my thighs, as the girls all smiled. Anne wrapped her free arm around my neck and gave me a long deep kiss. Renee' kept her deft fingers on my thigh as Anne and I made out like love-starved teenagers. Then Renee' unzipped my pants and stroked me. She massaged my cock so soothingly it hardened faster than it ever had under Anne's touch. Then Anne took over, and Renee' kissed me, sliding her tongue into my mouth. The young women around us all smiled. They too, kissed. The room was a high school make-out party, only Anne was now sucking me off. I came in her throat as Renee' and I kissed. "Wow, you three are hot," said Emily. "Can I join?" "With me," Renee' said, and grinned, "but not with Mr. Willis." Emily got up from her beanbag chair. She sat on the couch arm by Renee' and wrapped her arms around her house mother's neck. Their kiss was long and lingering, tongues dancing happily. Emily ran her hands along the front of Renee's brightly-colored dress, seeking her nipples as Anne and I watched. "Ohhhh," Renee's sighed, "to be young again..." Renee took Emily by the hand and led her away to her room. Megan looked unhappy, as if she was going to pout. "Come here, my sister," said Anne. Megan got up from the chair and sat on the couch arm next to Anne. I slid over to where Renee' had sat to allow them more room. Anne kissed Megan on the lips, then she traced down her neck, running her hands along her tiny tits. The sight was beautiful, though my seating spot was awkward. I got up from the couch and stood against a back wall, not wanting to break anyone's amorous grasp. Anne laid her body across the couch while Megan sat on her lap, leaning over to meet her kiss. She slowly rubbed her torso against Anne's hips while their kisses deepened. After Emily and Renee' returned, Megan and Emily rejoined each other, embraced once more. Ok, these women were bi or lesbian, even Anne, who I had believed to be a sex-starved woman for most of her life. I had no desire to take their freedom, or their history, away. But these were not the only sisters of Liberty House. What if those not present wanted to see brothers, or the transgendered become members one day? Would they, or future sisters defy history or the alumni of Alden College to set Liberty House in a new direction? "This is not the only reason we want Liberty House to remain free for only women," said Renee'. "There's more." "We have a ceremony. No man has ever seen it. Nor have most Alden women. We must vote as to whether we will allow you to see or know about it." College Admissions Ch. 03 I waited in the Liberty House kitchen far enough away for Anne, Renee' and the young membership to feel comfortable that they could talk in confidence. After being part of an all-female make out session I did not need to know more about their secrets. The less I knew, I felt, the better I could protect their interests. The living room door opened. Young women, now dressed, rushed out. They went upstairs, probably to bed. It was 10 o' clock now and these young ladies all had jobs to go to in the morning. Renee' and Anne were the last to come out. They invited me to join them at the kitchen table. "I'm sorry that we made you wait so long," said Renee'. The girls tried to reach everyone on their cell phones so we could take a vote. We couldn't get a quorum." "It's all right," I answered. "No worries." Anne looked at me with sad eyes. "Rob, I have to tell you something. When I was told to retire I wanted a woman to succeed me. President Harper and I didn't see eye-to-eye." "I get that. This is a women's college." "That's not all, Rob. Liberty House is as much a part of Alden as the garden. It's one of the things that make this school unique. Most of these girls came here because of Liberty House. I've steered them here for years. No man could understand our house." "But you could not tell President Harper, right? You could not explain why this house is so important?" "I tried, but she didn't care, and I did not want to reveal anything. I never had problems until she came. There were Liberty House alumni on the board to back me, protect me." Ignoring Renee' I looked into Anne's eyes. "If you steered girls into this house, this school, did you also..." Renee' took Anne's hand. "Yes, we did. Sometimes only me. Sometimes Anne and I together. We love all of these women. We take care of them." I was clueless to react. Anne and Renee' had feathered a bed, so to speak, for two decades, more or less. Not that the current occupants of Liberty House had appeared to be unhappy. I put my head in my hands. "Well, obviously I cannot do everything Anne has done to maintain a legacy." "Rob, you can help us. But there's a risk," Anne said. "I need you to meet some of our donors. They're powerful. They can influence President Harper to change her mind and keep Alden all-female." But I'd be out of a job again. While Anne had her interests everyone else who had interviewed me had an agenda. For most it was self preservation. Admit men and they got to keep their jobs. Anne was at risk, no matter what. Her finances in retirement were not secure if the college closed. Liberty House, perhaps the most important part of her life, could close no matter what. "But Anne, I don't see a way out," I replied. "Alden can admit men as transfer students for a few years. But men will eventually be part of a freshman class." "That's why we wanted you to meet our girls. Close this house and half of them will leave for other colleges—or they will drop out altogether." "Are you telling them to leave?" I was red-faced. Alden could not afford to lose students at the same time it was failing to recruit them. Anne nodded. "I called my contacts. I helped all of the freshmen and sophomores arrange to transfer, if they wanted to leave. And not just the girls who live here." "You did what? Do you have any idea how hard you've just made this job for me? And I've been in your bed all this time." I felt pain in my stomach as I dropped my face deep in my hands. I'd been screwed big time for the second time in my career. Amanda Prentice, who had shafted my hopes at my previous school, had nothing on Anne. No wonder President Harper and the trustees wanted to get rid of her. Alden had about 600 freshmen and sophomores, several who had paid good money to come there. If Anne had been successful I would be leaving not long after many of them had gone. I got up to leave, alone. Anne could get a ride from Renee' or stay in her bed for all I cared. "Rob, please, don't go," Anne pleaded as she reached for my hand. "There's a way out, I promise." "I'm going to get my things out of your house, check into a hotel, and call President Harper tomorrow morning," I said, raising my voice. "I'm resigning. And I'm going to tell her what you've done." "If you do, you will never work in admissions again." said Anne. "I am your best friend on this campus. You want to move out. Fine, move. But you are going to help me save this house, and my school." "How do I do that? I have no say over who lives where." "Very easy. I've arranged a meeting with possible donors, mothers from my graduating class. They have daughters, also alums." Anne kicked at the bottom of the chair leg, asking me to sit down. I did, and she looked into my eyes. "They have the money to sway President Harper, but they have not been active for some time. I need you to bring them on board." "What do you mean, bring them on board?" "When they came to alumni weekend they used to share a suite. Rekindled old times so to speak. I arranged a gathering to honor them before you took the job. It'll take place in two weeks. Harper, the trustees, they never refuse anyone with money." "And you want me to...do what?" Anne grinned. So did Renee' "Anything they want," said Anne. And I mean anything." She licked her lips as my stomach pains returned. Over the two weeks before the event I combed Aldenburg in search of an apartment. I wanted as little as possible to do with Anne outside of work. I found a small studio, very clean and very cheap that a former professor had rented before the college had denied her tenure. Now, having some evenings free, I explored around and found a regular place to drown my sorrows. There were few admissions jobs for someone with my experience, even fewer where I would be the director. Occasionally I would talk to one of the few women who came in alone, though none really excited me. Aldenburg and its surroundings were places that young people left on their way to better things. The only middle-aged women worked at the college. Most were neither faculty nor administration. Anne would occasionally knock on my door, ask how I was doing outside of work. As her event drew closer she gave me bios of the four women who would be honored that night. Lisa Whitman, who had been Anne's classmate, married well, as had her daughter Anita. Both had gone on to earn law degrees after Alden though Lisa no longer practiced. Alicia Claremont had been Lisa, and Anne's, best friend in college. She had a MBA and ran a hedge fund in an investment firm that employed only women, including her daughter Catherine. After Alden all four women had continued their education at schools that you will certainly recognize. The stresses of their lives ended earlier than they do for most who have careers. They had more time to devote to causes such as Alden College. I had no doubt that Lisa and Alicia had devoted time to Anne back in college; they had probably eased her retirement concerns, too. "Why so nervous?" Anne asked the afternoon before I was to meet this quartet. "I've already told them a lot about you." She checked outside the door and out the window, then squeezed my ass while no one was looking. But I did not flinch. My desires for her had long checked out. "I think I know you better. This is not the usual meeting." Anne licked her lips and touched my hand. "No dear, it isn't. They expect a lot from you. So do I." "Yeah, you expect me to be the savior," I grumbled. "But I feel like an idiot savant." "Don't be that way. You're the one who wanted this job. I couldn't keep it. But I needed someone I could control." Anne grinned, then took a seat in one of my guest chairs. "You were the perfect choice, so desperate. And you came from such a great school. These dopes saw ivy on the brain when they chose you." I closed the door then slumped in my desk chair. "Only I was the dope. I signed on for this." "But you can be the hero, my dear. And don't think that I didn't enjoy having your manly companionship these past few weeks. I never had a man set my loins on fire like you did. I never lied to you about the young man who pretended to pine for me back in the day." "But many women, right? You've fucked every girl in that house! Was that an admissions requirement? You take these girls and their self doubts and you use them like a harem." Anne sat up and looked straight in my eyes, serious-like. "Now you listen and listen good. These are bright young women who needed attention; some needed love, too. Liberty House is their safe house from a world that has bullied them, told them 'no'. If we have men and they learn its secrets the lives of hundreds of Alden women are ruined, mine included. No one, not even you, could possibly understand." "So where am I meeting these folks?" I had not cared about the meeting until I had to care. If these women resembled Anne in temperament, I was going to be polite, but not submissive in any way. I was already properly dressed, though I would need a tuxedo for the awards ceremony that Anne was likely to force me to attend. "We'll meet at their suite at 4 o' clock. Then go to Liberty House for dinner at 6:30. Plenty of time for them to get to know you better." Anne grinned, then licked her lips again. "I can hardly wait," I answered. Anne frowned, catching my tone. She at least had the decency to leave my office for the rest of the afternoon and to allow me to go to the Whitman and Claremont suite by myself. I hoped that she'd go home and stay away for the night, but I was probably not so lucky. I arrived at Alden House, a rather nice mid-rise hotel, five minutes before the appointed time, and was escorted by elevator to the very top floor. The doorman explained that the whole floor was the Presidential Suite, three posh bedrooms off a common lounge and kitchen. He eyed me head to toe as the elevator approached the floor, probably expecting a very nice tip. He grunted after I handed him five bucks before he opened the door. Alicia Claremont greeted me as soon as the elevator door closed behind me. "Robert! So nice to meet you!" She took both of my hands, squeezed them tight. Alicia, like Anne, was round, curvy, though she was more skilled at applying make-up. Her black curly hair, frosted in strands, was stylish, not what I might have expected of a woman near retirement age. She wore only a robin egg blue robe, its knot appeared loosely tied. The upper halves of silver-dollar sized areolas and ample cleavage were clearly visible. "Anita! Lisa! Cathy! he's here!" she said excitedly, "and he's everything Anne promised." Alicia introduced me to Catherine first, she was slightly chubby with long curly hair that cascaded past her shoulders. She had a bright full smile, but a slight overbite obscured it for me. Lisa and Anita were pure opposites, taller, far leaner, and small breasted. All three, like Alicia, wore robes loosely tied. The curvier ladies, Alicia and Catherine, stood to both sides of me, sizing me up like I was prime cattle while Lisa and Anita watched. They eyeballed me, too, only not as closely. "Why don't we sit down, relax?" said Alicia, motioning all of us to take seats in the lounge area. There were two couches and two single chairs. I took the one facing out the window. But as the other ladies took their seats, Catherine closed the curtains, blocking my view into space. Lisa and Anita sat together, One of Lisa's hands ran thru Anita's shoulder-length brown hair, the other rested between her thigh. Alicia and Catherine, however, sat further apart. "Rob, sit here," Alicia said, running her finger in circles around the couch cushion between her and her plump daughter. I obeyed quietly. After I took my seat, Alicia ran her fingers through my hair while Catherine rested a hand upon my left knee. Alicia started nibbling on my ear as Catherine ran her hand along my zipper line. "Enjoy this, dear Rob. Not many men get to experience anything like this." The Whitmans smiled at the sight across from them. Then Lisa ran a finger up Anita's inner thigh and slowly slid it between her legs. Anita leaned over, kissing her mother's neck. Then she pulled back her robe as she kissed her way down to nipples. Lisa pushed her daughters face down on them as Catherine unzipped and unbuckled me. Alicia kissed my cheeks, then my neck, before I stood up to drop my pants on the floor. "You're a good sport, Rob," Alicia said after I sat down again. "I like that in a man." She took over the rubbing duties from Catherine who took a seat beside her mother and started kissing her deep. Alicia had good technique. She got me rock hard in seconds. Then Catherine took my cock into her mouth while her mother fingered her ass and kissed along her spine. I worked my hips to give her more of me as she devoured me in her throat. The Whitmans, now more aroused, began untying each others robes, their tongues dancing hard as they unwrapped. Anita practically leaped onto her mother's lap and started rubbing her in tightening circles. She wrapped her legs around her mother's legs, now stretched across the couch, and proceeded to take her as well as any man might have done. Then Lisa stopped her. They got up and went into one of the three bedrooms, kissing as they reached the doorway. Before she closed the door, Lisa turned and waved flirtatiously. Alicia blew her a quick kiss, then resumed to helping her daughter intensify my blow job. Catherine's technique was sloppier. Alicia ran her fingers though her daughter's hair to slow her down and enjoy my throbbing mass. "Mmmmmmm, mmmuh," Catherine murmured, before she took me into her throat. But Alicia became impatient. "Let's go dears. Save some for me." Alicia and Catherine got up and kissed. They untied each other and fondled each other's tits before smiling at my still-hard cock. "Poor boy," said Alicia. "We've got to take care of him." "Yes, mom. We must." Catherine rubbed my cock, sculpting it into something that rarely got as large, though her mother had come quite close with her mouth. They took my hands and led me into another bedroom, ordering me to lie on the bed, my back against the headboard. Then I watched them embrace, running their hands along each other's backs, exploring trails that I had no doubt they knew. The sight of them was powerful though I resisted the urge to touch. "Oh, right, that beautiful cock," said Alicia. She took long licks against the shaft, teasing the rim with her tongue. Catherine joined in, licking and sucking my balls, rubbing them, too. "You take him first," said Alicia as she reached for something in a bag on the floor. She pulled out a long rubber toy with many jagged edges. As Catherine took me deeper into her throat, Alicia slowly guided the toy into her daughter's pussy hole. As Alicia pushed it deeper, Catherine sucked me faster and harder. Since I'd be reluctant to be there, I could care less about holding back the jizz. I fired it way deep into Catherine's throat. However, I came too early to please her mom. "Bad boy, Rob. We have to punish you, " said Alicia as she tapped the toy against her hand. "Turn over. And get on all fours." I did as she ordered. Alicia spread my ass cheeks and slammed the fake cock right between them. Each thrust after the first went only deeper and hit me more painfully. I could only grit my teeth as Catherine watched her mother pound my ass. I was not enjoying this. They clearly were. "Okay, that's enough. Our boy appears to be in pain. We don't want to make this too painful for him, do we Cathy?" "Mmmmm, no mom," Catherine answered as she licked her lips. Anita and Lisa knocked on the door in time to see me still on all fours. "Oh Rob, what a nice butt you have," Lisa said as she playfully slapped each cheek. I turned on my back and looked up at both couples. I had absolutely no idea what to say or do as each woman sized me up. I had no desire to reach for any of them, only to catch my breath. Alicia and Lisa wrapped their arms around each other and started to kiss deep. So did Catherine and Anita. Somehow, I felt aroused but I stayed where I was as these ladies admired each other's tits. The older couple left the room. I could hear them giggling as they closed a bedroom door. Anita and Catherine stayed behind to watch over me. "I'm sorry for my mother," said Catherine. "She can get a little over-anxious around men." She and Anita slid onto opposite sides of me. Anita started playing with my cock while Catherine ran her fingers through my hair. "We'll take much better care of you." Catherine slid her tongue into my mouth as Anita's magic raised my wand. "Eat me, baby," Catherine whispered in my ear. She got into a catcher's crouch above my face while Anita started to suck me off. As I rolled my tongue along Catherine's pussy lips, Anita's lips slid further down my shaft. Anita's technique was even better than Alicia's had been. I wrapped my tongue around Catherine's clit, then I teased it along the tip. "Ohhhhhh, yessss," Catherine murmured. "Mmmmmmm, oh 'Nita mmmm loving this." Anita was too occupied with my cock and balls to listen as she pushed me into her throat. I slid my tongue deeper into Catherine's pussy, juices hitting my cheeks and squeezed her plump ass. Anita got me to cum just after Catherine's nectar blasted all over me. Catherine got out of her crouch. She and Anita laid beside me once. "See what we Liberty girls learned in college," Catherine said, then she joined Anita in licking juice and cum off my body. "Nita, isn't he yummy?" Catherine asked as she licked around my balls. "Mmmmm, yes," Anita answered. "We'll have quite an after-party here tonight." "After party?" I had actually enjoyed this threesome, but Anna had given me no sign that I would be "needed" past the awards ceremony. "Oh, Anne didn't tell you?" asked Catherine as she nibbled on my ear. "We always have an after party up here. Anne comes, Renee', too. They bring the graduating seniors along with them. Sort of an 'initiation' into the real world." Or a reminder of what they might be leaving behind, I thought. There was a knock at the main door to the suite. Anita put on a robe and left to answer it. She returned with Anne in tow. Anne beamed. She actually looked quite nice in a blue dress that she had bought for the evening. The dress had a scoop neck that flattered her upper body and made her soft belly appear more taut. Alicia and Lisa had heard the door open. They came into the bedroom and each embraced Anne in a big hug. They also shared kisses, but those were more friendly than intimate. Anne's wealthy classmates had more money, and they certainly had each other, but they were not necessarily more attractive than Anne. "So, what do you think of our hand-picked admissions director?" Anne asked and smiled. She ran her fingers along my juice-covered leg. "Isn't he yummy?" "Mmmmmm, yes," said Alicia. "It was tough to get him to play, but he was a good sport. And our girls seem to like him." "Ohhh yesss," purred Anita. "He's really tasty, too." "Yes, he is," said Anne, as she sat beside me and stroked me lightly. "But we have to get ready for the big night." "Nothing to worry about. I've got a check in my purse. I think you'll be happy," said Lisa. "Alicia has another check, too. Harper's gonna faint when she see's how much they are." "Thank you, Rob," Anne said, and kissed my cheek. "Thank you for being a good boy." I blushed. And I now understood what it meant to be used. Lisa left the room. She returned with a carafe of wine and four glasses and filled each of them a small part of the way. "To Alden...a women's college," said Anne. The ladies clicked glasses and quickly downed their drinks. College Admissions Ch. 03 We dressed and headed for the awards ceremony, where we were met by the seniors of Liberty House. Emily Scott, her lover Megan, and Donna, the house's historian, greeted me. I had not met Donna the first night I was there. She was short, probably five-two or five-three, with round tits and ass and a soft belly. She wore a short skirt that gave hints of the bottoms of her ass cheeks and a white shirt unbuttoned one button too many, with a low-cut lace top below. Donna had come alone. Given the way the Liberty Girls had gone at it during my last visit I wondered why. "Where's your date?" I asked her, in a soft voice. "Standing right here," she replied. But I was the only one nearby. "I'm your escort for this evening. Miss Satterfield's order's." "Really? Does she expect me to run away?" I smiled. Donna smiled. "No, she wants me to make sure that you come to our after-party. She asked for a volunteer to be your date, and I accepted." "Well, I'm very flattered. But I'd planned to go home." Donna slid her hand under my elbow. "No," she whispered. "You don't want to miss the after-party. It's really hot." She took her hand away, then fixed my bow tie. Then she joined me at a table where I had been given a seat with the senior Liberty Girls. They all nodded hello or smiled while Donna rubbed my leg from under the table. "I've done every one of these girls," Donna whispered in my ear, "and some of the profs on campus, guys and girls. I can never have just one." She licked her lips just before our food was served. After dinner concluded Anne's moment arrived. Alicia and Lisa joined President Harper at the podium. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. They were going to give Alden College an obscene amount of money to stay on its course. Anne would return to her job or a cozier retirement, grateful to her old friends, who might, or might not, have been past lovers. But that was not quite what happened. Alicia and Lisa did present checks, and they were significant, enough to fund a dozen full scholarships for deserving young women. However, Alden had more than 600 students. Another 12 women was not going to be enough to bring prosperity, or keep Alden all female forever. President Harper gladly accepted their money. No reason not to. Scholarships were scholarships. But Anne glanced at me and sadly shook her head. There was not going to be an after-party after all. At least not one involving her. College Admissions Ch. 04 I was reluctant to go to the after-party. Anne was clearly not in a festive mood, although it was not my doing. Clearly, she did not know Alicia Claremont or Lisa Whitman as well as she thought. But I didn't care. Everyone else appeared happy: the Liberty Girls, President Harper and certainly Alicia and Lisa. After dessert ended, I excused myself, hoping to find a quiet moment in a toilet stall until most everyone left. But Alicia spotted me from her seat, got up and gave chase. "Leaving so soon?" she asked, looking at me doe-eyed. "You are so yummy." She licked her lips and ran a hand against my arm. "Are you coming to the after-party?" "I wasn't planning on it," I answered, oblivious to her touch. "It's women-only." "It is what Lisa and I say it is." Alicia answered, with an devilish grin. She fanned herself. "God, it's so hot out here. Why don't we find some place cooler to sit and talk." "But the girls, and Anne, they're leaving for your party." "Our party, dear. And I'll be glad to see them. But now I want to be alone with you." First checking to see if no one was looking, she groped me softly. She worked her thumb and forefingers in such a way my balls tingled and my cock rose fast. "Quick," she whispered, "the lady's room is empty." Alicia literally pulled my hand at the same time she opened the door. After locking the door, she shoved me gently against the edge of the bathroom counter, undid my pants and applied her handiwork. "Ohhh, Rob, I want that cock," she said, as she wrapped her free arm around my neck and kissed me hard. I'd never felt a woman's yearning through their tongue in my life. "Ohhh, that's a nice boy." She had my cock so hard it was becoming impossible to hold back. "Slam that nice boy into me." Alicia undid her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Then she turned away, spread her arms on the counter and spread her legs. Her pussy lips were already dripping. I slid in hard, but slow, then explored her faster as she bit her lips. As my balls banged against her ass she moaned loudly, so loud I worried that someone who missed her would knock on the door. "MMMMMMMMMMM, ohhh Rob, keep going.." she murmured as her pussy squeezed tight while I pumped her deeper and faster. I grabbed her tits, rubbed the nipples as I worked my hips to pound her harder. "Ohhhhhh yes, " she purred. "Fill me baby." She raised her hips, hoping to take more of me. And she did. I felt myself burst deep in a place I'd never cum before. "Oh god, Robert. You are an amazing fuck. You know that?" Alicia fixed her blouse. But she had not fixed her skirt. "Now you've got to clean me up for our guests." She leaned her ass against the counter, spread her legs, and ordered me to lick. I dropped to my knees and tasted the blend from her pussy and her wet thighs as she ran her fingers through my hair and grinned. biting her lip as my tongue caught her clit. "Good boy," she said, and smiled, patting my head like I was her prize puppy. Alicia could not keep her eyes off me as we walked to our cars. She was nearly twice my age, but she was as insatiable as many college-age women. I was afraid that she'd overwhelm an Alden senior with her desires. Renee' and Anne might have prepared the Liberty Girls for "life after college." But I doubted that they had prepared them well enough, especially for rejection by a lover or short-term partner. "Let's go, babe," Alicia said, grabbing my hand as we left the building, past the eyes of the restaurant staff and parking attendants. "We still have a night ahead of us." We stopped at my car first. As I turned to open my door, Alicia squeezed my ass with one hand, and wrapped the other around my waist, between my legs. She leaned over, nibbled my ear. "Anne was so right. You make an old lady feel like a teenager in heat." She spanked my ass and, with a jaunty step, headed to her car. I got into my car, buckled up, thinking about heading home for the night. If Alicia didn't wear me down, Lisa, Catherine or Anita would. But I had no choice. These were the largest financial backers Alden had. So I pointed the car towards the after party, nervous, almost ready to pee in my rented tux as I pulled into the Alden House parking lot. Thankfully, I didn't pee. The hosts had paid Alden students to work as parking attendants and dressed them quite nicely in matching red blouses, black slacks and black shoes. "Aren't you invited?" I asked my attendant, Karyn Johnson, a sophomore who had just moved into Liberty House. Chubby and busty, Karyn's blouse appeared to be struggling to cover her body though her slacks fit right. "I'll be there in about an hour, Mr. Willis," she answered, winking. "Tell me, have you been to anything like this?" I asked her. "Umm, yes, Ms. Claremont and Ms. Whitman hosted us before we left campus last year. It was really fun. Then I came home and told my boyfriend what happened. He begged me to transfer to his school, but I said no." She brushed some stray strands of her thick red hair aside. "I knew, right then, at that party, that Alden had been the right school for me." "Really?" I raised an eyebrow. Karyn smiled. "Alden has made me think about my needs as a women." I nodded. "No need to explain." Karyn took my hand. "You're a cool guy, Mr. Willis. Renee' really likes you. Ms. Satterfield, well, don't worry about her." Now both eyebrows lifted. "What do you mean?" "She comes over a lot. And she doesn't just play only with Renee'. She's sort of, our philanthropy. Ever notice that most of the tour guides come from Liberty House? These girls are her, like, consorts or something. She throws little parties, if they're stuck with nothing to do." "Do you guys mind her company?" I asked, becoming more curious. "Last year I didn't care. I was still in the dorm. But I was always alone on Friday nights. My roommate and I didn't get along. I was a lot less lonely after coming to the house. Anne made me feel better about myself." "Well, that's a good thing. You found friends." Karyn rubbed her eyes. "Well, Ms. Satterfield likes to be more than friends. Unless you tell her 'no'. I did. I just wasn't interested." I held Karyn's hand gently. "I don't think you'll see her tonight. She didn't look too happy." Karyn's hand shook in mine. She didn't want to let go. "Please, can you just stay here and talk to me?" "Sure." I welcomed the opportunity to do anything but go to the after party for a little while longer. "Your hour will be up soon." I smiled. Karyn smiled, but started crying. No cars were coming. The other attendants were chatting with each other. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a fatherly hug. "I'm so sorry," she whispered. "I didn't mean to take up so much of your time." "It's ok," I whispered back. "Rob, I like girls. But I still like guys. And you're the only good guy around for miles." "Karyn, I can't. I'm sorry," though I didn't let go of her as her tears rolled down to my shoulder. "Can you just, like, hug me, a little longer?" Karyn was shaking but it was not exactly cold outside. I hugged her as long as I would hug an adult woman friend. "You ok?" I asked as I released her. "I'll come inside with you, if you like." Karyn brushed away tears and nodded. I offered her my arm and she took it. We walked into the Alden House lobby as if we were father and daughter. Two girls, their names I didn't know, waved happily to Karyn, who rushed over to join them by the elevator. After the trio boarded I went into the men's room and fixed my suit and tie. Cum stains from my adventure with Alicia had formed spots on my shoes. But there was no shoeshine kit to be found, although this was the only hotel with luxuries in Aldenburg. Maybe the mens room attendants were given the night off, since women were the only guests expected upstairs. I got into the elevator alone, staring up as the numbers counted my ascent to the penthouse floor. As soon as the doors opened my eyes opened wider to the sights of students and alumni bonding I'd never seen before. The Whitmans and Claremonts had invited classmates from their years to come, Older women danced together. Some danced with younger women. Others had paired off and became familiar with each other's bodies. From a corner in the lounge Renee' spotted me and waved, her bright smile a guiding light. She was talking to another African American woman, her dark hair sprinkled with red. She wore a red wrap dress that flattered a figure that was neither fat nor thin. As I walked closer I could see that the lady was fondling Renee's tits as she talked and finished her drink. As soon as I stood beside them Renee' took my hand. Her friend continued fondling after she put her glass down on a nearby table. "Rob, this is Samantha," Renee' said, "we graduated from Alden together." Samantha didn't offer her hand. Instead she smiled and looked into Renee's eyes. "Yes, and we had some great times. Right babe?" Samantha brought her hand down to Renee's ass, tracing its curves with her fingertips. Ignoring me, she brought herself closer and kissed Renee's cheeks and neck. Renee' took Samantha's hand and squeezed it gently. "Sammy please. Not now." "Then when?" Samantha asked, as she slid her tongue into Renee's mouth. The tasting caught Renee' by surprise. But she returned the kiss with equal fervor. I stepped away so that the two of them could be alone and headed for the elevator door. But I saw Megan, Emily Scott's lover, huddled in a corner shaking, holding a bottle of something I would not let a thin 21 year old woman drink. She held the half-empty bottle by the neck. Her eyes, half-closed, looked down at the bottle. "Are you all right?" I asked, leaning down towards her. I looked into her eyes. Her makeup was running. As she started to take another drink, I took the bottle from her hands. "Who the hell are you?" she protested, as she flailed her arms, trying to take the bottle from me. "I can't let you drink like that," I answered. "What are you, some fucking Eagle Scout? Go walk an old lady across a street. Get the fuck out of here." I wished I could have followed that order. But I could not leave Megan in that condition. I sat down on the floor beside her, my ass landing on a puddle of something, hopefully not whatever was in Megan's bottle. She looked like she'd had more than enough. She laughed as I touched my pants and gritted my teeth. "Should have warned you. But I'm in a really bitchy mood tonight. "You don't say." I grinned. "Some party, huh?" Normally most guys, probably many girls, would enjoy the sight of women of all body types twisting and turning to music as well as each other's touch. "Emily dumped me. That funking whore. Good riddance." Megan reached for the bottle again. But I held it away. "Megan, I'm sorry." I touched her elbow as she made another sweep to try for the bottle. I looked up through the crowd and saw Emily talking with Lisa and Anita Whitman. Mother and daughter had their arms around each other. Then they brought Emily into their circle, each hugging and kissing her. I didn't know Emily's last name. Never thought about it. Until now, as their kisses deepened, embraces tightened. The next generation? Mother, daughter, granddaughter? "Fuck her royal highness, most high bitch," Megan grumbled. She slapped my hand off her elbow. "Why don't you just go home?" I got up, making sure to take the bottle with me. I dumped the liquor into a nearby garbage can, then tossed the bottle in behind it. Renee' was the only authority figure in the room. But she and Samantha were still preoccupied with exploring each other. So were Emily and the Whitmans. Alicia had that house mother look about her, smiling as women appeared to be enjoying themselves. So I went to her. "My god, you look so serious," she said, as soon as I approached. I pointed over to Megan, still huddled into a corner. Fortunately, she had not gotten up in search of another bottle. "Oh dear," said Alicia. "We have to get her out of here. She might need help." Alicia and I came over to Megan. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" she asked, touching her arm. Megan was not as quick to stop Alicia's touch as she had been with mine. "That fucking whore," she said, no less grouchy than she'd been with me. Alicia looked at me, puzzled. I pointed in the direction of Emily and the Whitmans. She nodded. "Let's get you to bed," Alicia said, helping Megan to her feet. She wrapped one of Megan's arms around her shoulder. I slipped my shoulder under the other arm. We carried Megan to the elevator, then to the back seat of Alicia's car. As soon as she was laid down on the rich leather seat, Megan vomited all over the carpet. I followed Alicia to Liberty House in my car. Once there, we put her to bed. The younger girls looked worried and confused as we settled Megan down and closed the bedroom door behind us. "I'll stay here," Alicia said, after we sat down in the main lounge. "Catherine can come get me." "Emily, is she..?" "Yes, a Whitman. Lisa's niece. I would have thought that Megan knew." I took a seat in a chair across from Alicia. "Is this all part of the Liberty tradition, or Alden's?" "It's kept this college going for a long time," Alicia replied. "Who would go to a girl's school in the middle of nowhere, unless someone told the girls to come? It's not just Liberty House. The other houses on campus that have their own stories. Their girls are no less guarded." "Alicia, I've never thought about.." She reached over and touched my hand. "No one expected you to. But there's no way this college will survive. The money we gave will help the freshmen to finish. But little more than that." "You actually want this college to close? Your legacy ends, too." "Alden does not have enough alumni to help. I've done all that I can do. So has Lisa. But this is not a school where men would thrive. Too many women here love women. Alumni who truly love men will never send their daughters here. Why would their sons ever come?" Alicia grabbed a pair of pillows. She kicked off her shoes, put the pillows behind her back and stretched out along the couch. "Rob, Anne never told you all of the history of this college. I'm really sorry. You were hired to fight a lost cause." "Alicia, how deep do these generational ties go?" "Alden is one of the first women's colleges in the Midwest, Rob," Alicia answered turning to me. "It's a little less than 150 years old. 20 years is a generation so..." My mouth dropped. "And how many?" I braced for the answer. "Within Liberty House, maybe three or four a year. They run through every other house, too. But enrollment has dropped. When Lisa and I were here Alden had about 800 girls. Some had daughters in adulthood. Others did not." "And there are about 500 today," I said, with sorrow. The generational process had been dying a slow death for a long time. Alicia fell asleep in the couch. I found a blanket and covered her before I left. I checked my watch. It was just past 1:00 AM. I had to leave before the seniors returned from their afterparty. I did not want to add more to the history of Liberty House. I didn't sleep well, worried that Megan might do something drastic a second time, especially after Emily came home, if she did. Lisa and Anita Whitman had been quite into each other when we first met. No doubt they might have initiated their niece in Alden, or Liberty, family ritual.