15 comments/ 36990 views/ 71 favorites PSI Ch. 01 By: Tantalus17 Chapter One The fact that the Devon school had sent me a train ticket was not the first strange thing about the situation. Who still travels by train in America? They're slow, expensive, and everyone owns a car anyway - but the school had a strict policy against personal vehicles for freshmen. The entire recruitment process had been strange, but the school had a spotless reputation and had offered an amazing financial aid package, including low interest loans and grants. It seemed too good to be true - I would be receiving a top quality education at a private university for the price of a state school. To be truthful, the entire thing was something of a whirlwind, from the moment the recruiter had spoken with my parents and I last winter, to stepping off the platform now in late August. Unfortunately, Devon was located in rural Vermont, far from just about anything. I was one of the last off the train, and by the time I had my bags I was rushing to get out of the station. At the street curb, there was a taxi driver holding a sign which not only listed my name - Mr. Lukas - but also a 'Ms. Donablanca.' Next to the driver, tapping her wedge-sandaled foot impatiently, was a pretty girl about my own age - eighteen or nineteen - wearing a tight black t-shirt and light summer skirt, with glossy black hair reaching just past her collarbone. Her dark eyes, shirt and hair all seemed to be of a piece, but the skin of her neck, arms and calves was pale, with a natural hint of blush over her arched cheekbones. A wave of her hair fell diagonally above and past her right eye, giving her a somewhat mysterious look. "Sorry to keep you waiting," I said as I hurried over. "You must be Ms. Donablanca. I'm Matt. Matt Lukas." "Emelina." Her lips curved slightly in a mysterious smile as I put my things down and extended my hand. We shook, and my fingers still tingled with her touch a moment later as I held the door for her and we scooted into the cab. I did my best not to let my eyes linger on the white thighs exposed by her skirt as she swiveled into the seat. "This is your first semester at Devon, as well?" I noticed a very slight accent to her voice, as if english was not her first language. "Yes. It's all been kind of a blur, to be honest." I inhaled a tangy, fruity scent as I climbed into the car next to her, layered over the stale vanilla car freshener which hung from the taxi's rearview mirror. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest from being so close to her, and did my best to look calm and relaxed. "I know what you mean," she responded, shifting in her seat to secure the seat belt as the taxi pulled out of the train station. "I can hardly believe I'm here - and I don't know anyone..." "Well, you know me." I gave her my best smile, and she seemed to weigh me with her eyes for a moment, judging whether I was a creep, a threat, or just a nice guy. Did she like what she saw, I wondered? I was neither the most fit, nor the handsomest guy around - even up here in Vermont, at the end of the world. My right hand unconsciously went up to run a few fingers through my dirty-blonde hair. "It would be nice to have a friend here," she began hesitantly. I extended my hand again. "Friends?" Emelina took my hand in hers with a sudden, bright smile. "Friends. Call me Emma." **** We chatted on the way out to the school, where I learned that Emelina was the only daughter of Argentinian immigrants to the United States, and that she had come to the country as a very young child. At home, her parents still spoke spanish more than english, which explained the slight accent I had picked up on earlier. I felt more at ease with her as I stood to hold the car door open again, but that didn't stop me from having to take a deep breath or two when she bent forward as she scooted out, revealing a nice glimpse of her cleavage to me, nestled in the black cups of her bra. The campus was beautiful - a green lawn under a clear blue sky, and old brick buildings thatched over with ivy as if this was the movie set of an archetypal ivy league school. There were enough trees to shade the sidewalks and paths, and none of them had yet begun to turn colors. Leaving my own bags downstairs for a moment, I helped Emelina carry her luggage to the third floor of the women's dorm - past the watchful eye of an upperclassmen who looked like she could kick my ass five times over - and cooled my heels awkwardly for a moment as she began to pull open drawers and unzip her suitcase. I noticed that there was a second, empty, bed in the room, and decided not to wait around for her roommate. I said goodbye for long enough to drop my own things in the men's dorm, and we promised to meet up at the convocation dinner. The last thing I saw before I left the room was a handful of lacy underthings making their way from Emma's bag into the top drawer, and I shook my head to make myself keep moving. In my own room, I shoved my clothes haphazardly into the empty dresser, but didn't actually do a lot of unpacking - I was anxious to spend more time with Emelina. If I could hit it off with her, my year would be off to an amazing start - she was gorgeous, funny, and nice, and I'd never been able to date anyone like her in high school. As I was getting ready to take off again, the door to my room opened and a young man backed his way in - leather jacket first, followed by a large trunk which scraped against the floor. I did my best to get out of the way. "Hey," the spiky-haired new arrival called out to me - "I'm Rick. You mind getting the door for me?" "Sure," I sighed, and awkwardly scooted past the huge trunk to do as he asked. Outside in the hall I could see more students dragging up their things, but surprisingly few parents - perhaps because the Devon school had not offered to pay for their parents' train tickets, as had been the case for my family. "What do you have in there," I asked as I turned back to my new roommate, "Rocks?" Rick was sitting on his bed, obviously taking a moment to catch his breath. "No," he said with a slight smiling, leaning forward to throw open the trunk, "Speakers." The inside of the trunk was crammed with black wooden boxes and wires. In between them, used more as padding than anything else, were articles of clothing. I let out a long, low whistle. "Couldn't leave home without my music," Rick explained, standing again. "Here, give me hand setting it up. It won't take more than ten minutes." **** When I arrived for dinner an hour later, I was amazed at just how few people were in the great hall. There couldn't have been more than fifty students total, and I easily found a place across from Emelina. Rick was still fiddling with his speakers when I left, and showed no signs of letting up for food. I sat down next to a slim girl with pale yellow hair and blue eyes, our hips just touching beneath the table. "This is Mara," Emelina gestured, "My room mate." "Hello, Mara." I gave her my best smile. "I'm Matt." I knew I would need to make a good impression here, or see any potential relationship with my new crush sabotaged before it ever began. "Hey." Mara nodded to me, then pointed toward the front of the room, where a handful of professors sat at the head table. "Don't they look a little young to you?" I followed her gaze, and immediately saw what she meant. One of the professors, in particular, stood out to me - an attractive woman with dark, fanned, shoulder length hair wearing a collared white shirt and a suit. She couldn't have been even forty years old. "Yeah, I guess." An older man in a dark suit and tie walked into the room, and stood in the center spot at the head table. The other professors rose, and we did as well after watching the older students follow suit. The room grew quiet - something about this man's presence seemed to command our attention. "Good evening," he began in a strong baritone. "I am Professor Straton, and it is my pleasure to welcome you to another year here at Devon. To our returning students, I look forward to seeing you again. To our staff, I extend my gratitude for taking time out of your lives to be with us." He paused, then raised his arms high. "And to our new students, most especially welcome - to the Devon Academy of Psionic Studies." With that, he began to raise off of the ground, until he was levitating a full three feet in the air. Next to me, Emelina swore in spanish. I looked across the table and caught her eyes - she looked just as confused as I was, and shook her head. Professor Straton's voice continued to echo in my head, but his mouth had stopped moving, fixed only into a slight smile. I could have sworn that he took satisfaction in the shocked gasps and mutterings of the freshmen, but then again, it seemed the upper classmen were all grins as well. "As is public knowledge, the United States Government established the Paranormal Science and Investigation Agency over twenty five years ago. Each of you has been identified as a latent Psionic and brought here to be trained in your abilities. At the conclusion of your four year study, you may or may not choose to continue working with PSI - some of you may even become field agents in Department Seven." The Professor slowly dropped to the ground. "Now, enjoy your meal. New students schedules will be posted outside the dining room after dinner; review them. Tomorrow, your training will begin." As the meal was served - steak, potatoes, asparagus - the three of us leaned close across the table. "Did either of you have any idea," I asked, watching as glasses and trays of food began floating through the air at the upperclassmen tables. Emelina shook her head, but Mara nodded. "My father was an agent," she explained. "But I'd given up on hoping that I had the talent when they came for me." Emelina's eyes sparkled, and she reached a hand across the table, placing her fingers over mine. I thrilled at even this slight touch. "Can you imagine it?" she breathed. "We could be field agents one day. I thought I was lucky enough to be getting an education, but this - my family will never believe it!" After dinner, we checked the class lists outside. "Autohypnosis 101, Psicraft 101, Introduction to Law for Field Agents, Defensive Martial Arts, and History of PSI," I read. Both girls nodded, and we found that our schedules differed only in terms of which class was being taught when, and by which instructor. Emelina and I only had a single class together - Psicraft - while Mara and I would have both Autohypnosis and Defensive Martial Arts at the same time. With our schedules safely tapped into our phones, we escaped the crush of new students - perhaps three dozen in all, but very excited - and went to the girls' dorm room, where we hung out together until their Dorm Supervisors decided it was time to kick me out. Both were quite bubbly, and I thought I was starting to warm Mara up to me a bit; certainly, neither of them had seemed to mind me being around even after they had changed into the yoga pants and old t-shirts that constituted their pajamas. I certainly hadn't minded the occasional glimpse of a colorful thong peeking out from a waistband, or the telltale outline of a bra-less nipple through thin cotton. That night, in an unfamiliar bed, with Rick softly snoring across the room, I thought about a lot of things. I thought about what Professor Straton had said about Department Seven, and how he had levitated off the ground. Did he mean that I would be able to do that, one day? I wondered what my parents would think, and what my friends from high school were doing now. Could I even tell any of them, or was this all some kind of government secret? I tried to think back to the admission and loan papers I had signed - truthfully, almost anything, including a government non-disclosure clause, could have been hidden in the fine print, and I would never have noticed. Most of all, however, I thought about a pair of dark eyes and a quiet grin, and the glimpse of smooth thighs in the car ride. **** After a quick breakfast with Rick in the dorm dining hall the next morning - we had hardly any classes together - my first class was Defensive Martial Arts in the gymnasium, with Professor Ferring, a muscular man in his thirties who quickly had us practicing holds and grapples. I was a bit surprised to notice the tough looking upperclassman from Emmelina and Mara's dorm chatting with the professor, dressed in tight black lycra shorts and a sports bra. It took me a moment to tear my eyes away from her tight ass, well defined abs, light chocolate skin and casually pouty lips. I guessed that one of her grandparents was black, based on her skin tone and hair. When everyone had arrived, Professor Ferring introduced her as Kendra, a Junior who was his Assistant for the semester. After a set of group stretches, I was matched up with Zhilan, a tiny Chinese-American girl in a black sports bra and light gray yoga pants. She had slim, boyish hips and a small chest, but sparkling large brown eyes and perfect skin. When I saw that I was partnered with a girl, I felt a little awkward, and tried to go easy on her with the first throw. As she came up off the mat, Zhilan frowned. "Come on, do it right. I can take it. I won't break." She took her stance, thin arms up and legs spread at shoulder width for balance. The next time I practiced a hip toss, I nearly threw her across the room, and came down hard across her body. For a moment, we lay there, breathing hard, and I could feel her stiff nipples against my chest through the tight sports bra. She smiled. "That's better. Now get up and let's do it again." For a moment, I just lay there, feeling both of our heartbeats pounding, and then I stood up, offering her a hand. It was a cliche, but she felt like nothing so much as a small bird - delicate and breakable - beneath me. With raised eyebrows and an amused curl to her lips, she shrugged me off and rolled to her feet. We shifted partners throughout the class, and before long we were all sweating and tired from Professor Ferring's grueling workout. When it didn't look like one of us was getting a move quite right, he would step in and demonstrate - at full speed. I thought he was going to break a bone when he put me in an arm bar. The only person I recognized in the class was Mara, Emmelina's roommate. We weren't exactly friends yet - I still felt like she was a bit frosty toward me, compared to how quickly Emmelina and I had warmed up to each other - but I was certainly more comfortable working with her than the brittle Zhilan. Her dishwater pale blonde hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, wild strands escaping in every direction this far into the workout, and her cheeks were flushed. I gave her a quick grin before we started, trying to be friendly, and we were quickly occupied practicing throws and holds. It was only when Mara tried to swing me across her hip and failed that I recalled that the arms, legs and waist I was touching belonged to a very attractive girl. Her hips swung into my groin, but she didn't drop her center of balance low enough, and she ended up just grinding her ass against my crotch. I inhaled sharply as my hardening penis seemed to hone in on the space between her cheeks, and I could feel the heat from her groin. We both froze. For just a moment, I enjoyed the feeling of my shaft pressed tight to her warm ass, only our thin shorts between burning skin. She was breathing heavy, and I could smell her sweat - an earthy, slightly bitter smell. Then, we backed away from each other, both embarrassed, I think. I could see that above her sports bra, her chest was flushing pink, and I quickly tried to adjust myself so as not to show that I had gotten half hard. Mara's eyes, however, flicked right to the shape of my cock beneath my shorts. Thankfully, Professor Ferring called another switch, and Mara worked with Zhilan for a while. I was able to cool myself down practicing with a big guy named Nate, and to finish the class without further embarrassment. Afterward, I looked around for someone to walk with, but Mara and Zhilan were already heading off to get coffee in the cafeteria, chatting like they'd known each other forever. As they passed me, they giggled, and I decided I would be better off not following them. An hour later, after heading back to the men's dorm for a shower, I found that Mara - changed into a tight black t-shirt and skinny jeans - was in my Autohypnosis class as well, with Professor Chapman, but she didn't sit next to me. I was late, in fact, having gotten a bit lost on the unfamiliar campus, and had to grab the last desk available. This wasn't really a problem for me, as I found myself sitting next to perhaps the most attractive girl in the room. I hadn't thought of Mara in a sexual way until I'd felt her body's heat earlier, but now I couldn't help but imagine pressing myself into her whenever I looked her way, and having her across the room was a good thing. I didn't want to screw up my chances with Emelina. Mara way sexy in an earthy, girl next door kind of way - but this girl next to me was simply stunning. Between her blue eyes, peaches and cream complexion, collarbone length auburn hair and designer clothes, she was the sort of girl everyone fantasized about in high school: painted on jeans, white tank top, and a perfume that smelled of some kind of berries. I sat next to her dumbly, not even daring to look for more than a second at a time. Professor Chapman, a conservatively dressed woman with dark hair falling in curls to her shoulders, quickly had us out of our desks, sitting on the floor cross-legged, and working in pairs as she explained the theory behind autohypnosis. "The first step in learning to use your mind," she lectured, "Is to recognize your own states of awareness. You will know when you have entered a deep state of hypnosis when your heart rate and pulse slow. Sit facing your partner. The first partner will take the other's wrist in their hand, and count the pulse." The perfect redhead and I turned to face each other. She seemed to consider me for a moment, then held her hand out. I took her hand in my lap and pressed my fingers to her wrist. She leaned forward. "Rosie," she whispered, then closed her eyes and sat up straight as I stumbled over my name in response. "The second partner will close their eyes, and count backwards from ten..." Professor Chapman's voice took on a droning quality as she continued through her instructions. Gradually, I could feel Rosie's pulse slowing as her pert breasts rose and fell beneath her tank top. I worried that my fingers would sweat on her smooth skin, and tried not to let my eyes linger on her denim-clad hips in case she opened her eyes. The last thing I needed was to get a reputation as a creep. When her exercise was done, however, she smiled, and bounded forward. "Well? Did it work? Did my pulse slow?" "Absolutely," I said with a smile, showing her where I'd recorded the numbers on a notebook. "How did it feel?" She thought for a moment. "Strange. But you'll know what I mean in a minute." Indeed, the Professor was beginning again, and I tried not to focus on Rosie's hand on my wrist, or her scent in the air, but instead on the Professor's voice. Eventually, I seemed to lose track of time completely, and only came back to myself when Rosie slapped my arm lightly. "Wake up, sleepyhead!" Her grin was infectious, and I found myself returning it. "Would you like to get lunch," I asked her before I had time to think about what a bad idea that was. What happened to my goal of not screwing things up with Emelina? "Thanks," she responded, "but I need to run back to the dorm and meet my roommate. I'll see you tomorrow in class, though." I sighed. Of course - even here, I still wasn't good enough for a girl like her to pay any attention at all to. All in all, it was probably for the best, so instead, I caught up with Mara as I saw her heading out. PSI Ch. 01 "Hey," I said as I jogged up next to her. "I was going to walk with you after self defense class, but you seemed to have hit it off with Zhilan." Mara smiled; whereas I had found her subdued attitude off-putting before, now I found it endearing. "Yes, we got to chatting in the changing room and went out to coffee at the student center. It is nice to have someone I know in both classes, though." Her eyes shied away from me, and I could see a blush rising in her cheeks. I took a breath, and decided to deal with this before things got awkward. I took her hand, and pulled her off the path toward a bench under a few trees, overlooking the river. "What -" "We've got plenty of time before next class, and plenty of time for lunch. Have a seat for a moment, I want to talk to you." I sat, put my bag down, and patted the bench next to me. After a moment, she sat as well. Unlike when we sat next to each other at dinner the night before, she kept her legs pressed tightly together so that our thighs wouldn't touch. "Mara," I began, "I don't want things to be awkward between us. I'm sorry if I freaked you out during self defense class, but you're a beautiful girl, and when you pressed up against me like that I just couldn't help myself. Please tell me you aren't angry." "I'm not angry..." She trailed off, biting her lip and meeting my eyes for a moment before turning away. Did I just completely read that the wrong way, or was she turned on? Shit. I fought with myself for a moment - go for it with Mara and forget about Emelina, or hold back? I decided to test her reaction. I shifted toward her, pressing my leg against hers and taking her hand in mine, resting both on her thigh. This could still come off as a friend move, I hoped. Her hand was trembling; I was right - she was excited. Well, I thought, better the bird in the hand... When I spoke again, I was nearly whispering. "Mara," I said, "Did you enjoy it too?" Before she could answer, I leaned forward and kissed her. For a moment, she did nothing, and I could only taste the mint of her chapstick and a slight aftertaste of coffee. Then, tentatively, she began to kiss me back. Her hand tightened in mine, fingers curling upward, and her upper body turned towards me. I placed my left hand on her shoulder and drew her in, crushing her breasts against my chest and slipping my tongue into her mouth. Her own tongue was still for a second when I found it, hesitating, then swirled around mine. My left hand slid down the back of her body until it came to rest on her hip, and she moaned. As we broke apart to breath, I could hear her inhaling quickly and shallowly, almost panting. I pulled at her hip to shift her onto my lap and leaned in to kiss her again, but Mara pushed back with a gasp. "Wait. We shouldn't be doing this. It's wrong." While there was space between us, he ass was still planted in my lap, directly over my crotch, and she had to feel my excitement. I looked into her eyes, and knew that she wanted to continue. What was holding her back? I slid my left hand off her thigh and up under her shirt, caressing the soft skin of her hip and waist. At the same time, I released her fingers and brought my right hand up to lift her hair aside and cup her cheek. I leaned in for another kiss. If she stopped me, I resolved, I would just need to go back to the dorm and jerk off in the bathroom. Hopefully Rick wouldn't be there. For a moment, she remained stiff; then, with a muffled cry, she snaked her tongue into my mouth again and swung her right leg over my lap, straddling me. I raised my hand further under her shirt, cupping her small breast through her bra. My fingers groped under the upper lip of her cup for her nipple and found it, stroking and pinching. As we kissed, she began to grind her hips against me like an animal in heat. When we broke to breathe, I took a quick glance around. The campus - never crowded, due to the small number of students - was nearly empty. Nearby, slightly down the riverbank, was a patch of cool looking green grass shaded by a cluster of trees. I was fairly sure that it would not be visible to anyone walking across the campus. I pushed Mara back off me to her feet and stood, taking her hand again, and led her over to the grass. I could feel her trembling as I laid her down there, but she pulled her own shirt off without any prompting from me, her belly stretching taut as she arched her back over the grass. I laid down on top of her, flipped her bra up to release her pale breasts, and as they fell to the sides, no longer supported by her bra cups, I dived onto her left nipple. It was already hard, and I bit it gently before sucking it into my mouth. At the same time, I lowered my left hand to the button of her jeans, popped it, and undid the zipper before squeezing my hand beneath the denim, into her crotch. Her panties were smooth and wet, and as I began to rub at her she stretched again, like a cat, moaning. Her own hands fumbled at my belt, dug into my pants, and pulled out my hard cock. Quickly, she began sliding her loose fist up and down the hot skin of my shaft. It was all happening too quickly; I felt like I was going to lose it any second. I sat up, took the hips of her jeans in each hand, and pulled down. Instead of raising her hips to help me, however, Mara grabbed her jeans in one hand. "Wait, no, this is too quick..." She fumbled with the other hand to pull her bra down over her breasts, and a golden crucifix on a chain tumbled out of her shirt. I hadn't seen it before, but it explained quite a bit. I was frustrated with her, however. It was obvious that she wanted this as badly as I did; why was she letting some stupid religion get in the way? For a moment, I saw red, and something in my mind snapped. I felt like there was a barrier in my way, and I just pushed. Mara's arms fell aside, and I slid my hands just slightly under her, pulling hard on her pants. Her hips had to lift slightly, and the jeans peeled down to her knees, revealing a black bikini brief. With another tug, they were hanging off her ankles, stuck on her shoes, and I was free to dive between her pale thighs. I kissed along the inside, right up next to where her legs joined her crotch, and then ran my face and nose down the gusset of her panties. She was wet, and I could smell her arousal. I ran my tongue right along the edge of her panties, and she didn't stop me, still laying back motionless as if in shock. With my right hand, I pulled her panties to one side, stretching the fabric, and revealing her trimmed blonde hairs. They were wet, plastered to the red, flushed skin of her labia. With my left hand, I separated her outer lips, lowered my head, and licked, first slowly, then faster. With a squeal, the tiny blonde clamped her thin thighs around my head and came. She ground her cunt against my face, arching her back and gasping out breaths. I did my best to keep licking until her thighs relaxed and fell apart, then raised myself up on my arms, slid up her torso, and kissed her. I wondered if she had ever tasted herself before. My penis was still out and hard from her stroking before, and now it brushed between her thighs, then was trapped between our bellies as I held her close. I could feel her juices and my spit all over my cock and balls as we rubbed together, but when we broke the kiss she still said: "Stop, please. I've never-" Scowling, I pushed again, purposefully this time. Mara froze, and her stiff thighs relaxed. I reached down with one hand, grasping my cock about the head, and then felt around for her entrance. It was slick, wet, but the head of my cock resisting sliding into it - she was just too tight. I paused for a moment, situated myself, and then rammed forward as hard as I could, my penis feeling as if it was going to bend in half, until something relaxed and I was about halfway in. Mara's eyes seemed to focus again as she screamed. Shit, I thought; was she a virgin? For a moment, I froze. What was wrong with me? I was practically raping this girl - she'd said no several times already, and yet here I had her pants around her ankles, her underwear shoved to one side, practically balls deep in her. And then she moved her hips. Her thighs tightened around me, legs crossed at my back as she kicked her pants off one ankle and away; she jerked up at me, shifting my cock deeper into her core. All my reservations were gone: I knew we both wanted it, now. I kissed her, brought one hand down to cup one cheek of her ass so that I could thrust harder, and let her have it. Both of us sweated and lurched furiously, and it wasn't long until she stiffened again. I couldn't hold off anymore, so I jammed myself as deep as I could inside her and let loose, spurting three or four times into her wet, hot vagina. It was the first time I had ever cum inside a warm, living girl, and not a condom, and the forbidden thought of that made it even better. For several moments we just lay there, breathing heavily, and then slowly I rolled off of her to one side. I became aware of a strong smell: the familiar smell of my own semen, mixed with the scent of Mara's body. I shuffled around to my hands and knees so that I could get a better look between her still splayed legs, and stared down at her red, stretched cunt, fascinated; it was still gaping a bit from where my cock had been, the pink hole quivering with her panting, and as I watched, milk white semen began to run out of her, curving down over her buttocks and pooling on the grass. Some of it had gotten on her black panties, and looked likely to stain. For a moment, we both lay there, stunned, and then Mara lurched to her feet, desperately pulling at her pants as she tried to get them over her shoes. She had to pause to re-arrange her crooked panties, and when she took her fingers away from her crotch, she was flinging my cum off them like someone who had just gotten their hand in something disgusting. She looked almost comical, brushing back her blonde hair as she tried to fix herself - but there was also panic in her eyes as she muttered, "I can't believe we just did that..." I reached out for her, but she dodged aside and scampered up the hill, avoiding my eyes. **** I stumbled through the rest of that day in a fog. Mara was not at dinner, which was probably just as well; I'm sure that Emmelina would have noticed something wrong if we'd both been at the same table. Instead, I ate with Emma and Rick, introducing them to each other. As it was, I only half heard Emma chatting on about her class, and what we had to look forward to tomorrow. After dinner was finished, I fled back to my dorm, grunted monosyllabic-ally in response to Rick's attempt to make conversation, and eventually slept. PSI Ch. 02 Mara was crying. She was somewhere - an office, from the look the leather couch and dark wood desk - and her cheeks were running with tears as she hiccupped and sputtered out a confession. As cute as she normally was, she looked like crap when she cried. She glanced up, and I could see she was speaking with a man in a suit, but I could not see his face - it seemed to be covered in shadow. "I see." The man's voice was low and resonant, almost hypnotic. "You understand, that sort of behavior is not acceptable on this campus. We expect our students to be in control of their sexual urges. I'm going to have to punish you, Ms. Saratov. Please stand up and remove your pants." Mara blinked in shock, and I could feel her mind trying to process what had been said. She stood up, legs shaking, and backed towards the door. "That won't do." There was an impact of some kind, and Mara fell to the ground. Her body twitched, unable to move. I could see polished brown leather shoes on the floor next to her head, and then, from the shadowed figure of the man, hands came down to rip at her black t-shirt, pulling aside the torn cotton to reveal the dark blue cups of a bra underneath. No, not hands - there were more than two, and no fingers - these were like the tentacles of some giant octopus. Additional tentacles reached down, some surprisingly delicate, others thick as a man's arm, strong, and wrapped around her, slithering under her bra to her breasts. Mara's body jerked and tossed, unable to move purposefully, but as her left breast slipped from the cup of her bra, I could see one cherry-pink nipple harden under the caress of a tentacle. Further tentacles curled around her waist, stroking her belly, and up the ankle cuffs of her jeans, throbbing between the fabric and her calves. Spasmodically, her hips thrust upward. As the tentacles continued to move, they pulled and ripped at the remainder of her clothing, removing shoes, socks, and bra. Her shirt was already in tatters, and once the large tentacles had forced their way up to her lower thighs, they flexed, tearing her jeans with tremendous force. She screamed, and then the tentacles descended on her hips, groin and waist, ripping away the last of the denim fabric and leaving only a pair of white cotton panties; there was a dark stain where the panties had been pulled taught to her labia, and the fabric clearly outlined her mound and lips. For a split second, Mara seemed to regain control of herself, and opened her mouth to scream again. The instant her lips opened, however, a large tentacle thrust itself into her mouth, looking like nothing more than a gigantic, obscene cock. She choked and gagged, tears welling in her eyes. For some reason, the sight of the lithe blonde being violated in this way was incredibly arousing. "Fuck me," the hypnotic voice commanded, but Mara's hands clawed and beat against the remaining tentacles, her nails digging into the rubbery flesh. Her legs kicked as she tried to crawl away, but she was caught in those overpowering limbs. "Very well," the voice drawled with a slight bit of impatience, and then the tentacles slipped down her belly, under the fabric, and ripped her panties into two pieces. The panties hung around her thighs, one half on each leg, as the girl I had fucked just hours before was once again exposed to my sight. I could smell her arousal - whether it was the dream or just the memory, I didn't know, but I wanted to see her vagina pried open again. The tentacles slithered down and began to stroke her lips, rustling through her pubic hair; finally, one, quite large, slithered into her. There was a sound - not a scream, quite, with her mouth filled by that tentacle - but a muffled, panicked sound as the thick, veined tentacle slid deeper and deeper into her vagina. I could see her vaginal lips spreading obscenely, straining, and then tearing slightly, with small stains of blood appearing on the tentacle as it began to move in and out. What was even more obscene, however, was how the tentacles lifted her into the air, binding her arms and spreading her legs wide. The unseen man gasped, and I could hear his heavy breathing. "I said," he repeated, "Fuck me." And with that, Mara seemed to lose all restraint, to feel no pain, returning to that wild girl I had melted into briefly on the grass. Her hands reached up to stroke whatever tentacles she could find, her cheeks dented in as she sucked the first tentacle deep into her throat, and she moaned like a cat in heat. I watched the muscles in her thighs and belly ripple as she undulated, trying to grind the tentacle which penetrated her in deeper and deeper. "Yes," the man whispered, removing his tentacle from her sopping cunt. He dropped his pants, then pushed his cockhead easily into her loosened pussy. With a snarl, his hands spread the cheeks of her ass, and that gigantic, slick tentacle began to rub at the crinkled skin surrounding her anus. Again, Mara rotated her hips sensuously, and the unseen man grunted, suddenly thrusting forward hard and fast. I knew that he must be coming inside her, just like I had. I remembered how good it had felt. At the same time, he speared her ass with his wet tentacle, and she jerked as she came with him. They thrust rabidly together for perhaps half a minute, until he finally pulled his penis from her and lowered her to the floor with his tentacles. She lay there, half curled into a fetal position, eyelids fluttering, with a small puddle of cum collecting under her cunt on the polished wood of the floor. Then, she drew in a breath, raised her chin, looked up with hungry blue eyes. "More," she whispered. The tentacles reached for her again. I woke up in the dark of early morning, wrapped in blankets, sweating and erect. What the fuck was wrong with me? First I essentially assaulted Mara, and then I dreamed about raping her with tentacles? I had never had thoughts like this before, or felt urges like this - but for the past three nights, ever since the we had sex on the lawn, I'd been having nightmares. The essential elements were the same - Mara being raped - but this was the first time that some kind of tentacle monster had come into it. I rubbed at my eyes, hoping the images would go away. It would serve me right when she called the police and reported me for what I had done. The other day had shown me that I was not the kind of man I thought I was, and it was really bothering me. Glancing at my alarm clock, I saw that it was only 5:45. Breakfast wouldn't be served until 7:30, and I didn't have a class until 9:00, but I couldn't go back to sleep yet. Across the room, Rick was still sleeping in his own bed, snoring softly, and I didn't want to wake him up to burden him with my problems. My hand drifted down to my hard cock, but I couldn't bring myself to jerk off with another guy in the room, so I pulled on jeans, a shirt and jacket - early mornings like this tended to be cold even in southern New England, never mind the more northern states - and left the dorm for a walk. The grass on the quad was wet with dew, and the sky was slowly growing lighter, glowing a pale blue against the darker night. In the east, I could see a beautiful sunset between the buildings and trees, painting the sky in reds, oranges, purples and pinks. Perhaps, I thought, watching a sunrise would lift my spirits. Walking out in the wet cold had already lowered other things. I looked for a place to enjoy it, climbing a low hill above the track; the cuffs of my jeans were soaked by the time I got to the top of the grassy hill. It had been three days of pushing aside nerves, wondering when the hammer was going to drop. In the meantime,I'd learned to control my breathing and heart-rate with auto-hypnosis, a few simple throws and blocks in defensive martial arts - I would really have been enjoying myself if it wasn't for the constant stress. I watched the sky for several long moments before I noticed motion below me. There was a girl running the track in white sneakers, a tank top and white cotton shorts. The telltale white cord of an iPod ran from her ears down to her belt. Her red hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, and as her blue eyes flicked up to me while she ran past, I recognized Rosie Preston. We'd had a second session of auto-hypnosis together and once again partnered for the guided hypnosis practice, and I confess that even torturing myself about what had happened with Mara had not prevented me from enjoying every moment. I sat down on the hill, knowing that my pants would be soaked within moments, and spent a few moments glancing back and forth between her and the sunrise. As the sky grew brighter and the spectacular colors faded, I found myself watching her more and more - especially the way her cleavage bounced while she jogged. Eventually, she slowed to a walk, then stopped at a metal bench where she lifted a bottle of water to her lips and drank. By this point, the sun was well up over the horizon, and I stood up, gave her a wave, and walked down. She turned off her music and regarded me with a bit of caution; and perhaps, I thought, she was right to. After all, what I had done to Mara had been monstrous. Nevertheless, something drew me down that hill - I was incredibly attracted to her, and I just couldn't resist the chance to speak with her alone, outside of class. Hell, if I was going to be arrested any day now, I might as well enjoy myself. And maybe Mara wasn't going to tell anyone... "You're up early," I called out with a smile as I approached. "Do you always get up to run?" Rosie took a step toward me, nodded once, and let her hand and water bottle drop to her side. "Every day. It takes work to have a body like this." With a good natured wink, she thrust her hip out to one side and arched her back. Her sweaty breasts rose and fell in time with her heavy breathing, and a peach flush had spread over most of the visible skin on her body. During both our classes together, I had been only able to smell her fruity perfume; today, I could smell her: a musky, sweaty smell, but not overpowering and not unattractive. I wondered if this was what she would smell like after sex. It was all I could do to blink, glance aside and will myself not to get hard. I could feel my heart pounding, just like the other day when we had first met in class - nerves mixed with lust. I wanted to reach out and touch her, to reach out and take her, to grind myself hard against her. I had never been more horny in my life than in the past few days - even waking up from those horrible nightmares had left me hard. With an effort, I looked back, fixing my eyes to hers and ignoring the curves of her breasts, her flat, defined stomach peeking out between her shirt and shorts, the long, smooth flesh of her legs. The eyes seemed safest, but that crystal blue color threatened to overwhelm me. "I'd say it's worth it," I stammered before I quite knew what was coming out of my mouth. Rosie smiled, taking another step closer. "You like, then?" She was within arms reach now, still playfully teasing me. It seemed she was giving me permission to look. "Very much," I murmured, running my gaze obviously and appreciatively up and down her body. "Well, good. A girl likes to hear it, every once in awhile." Her laugh was fresh and clear, like the ripple of a mountain stream. "Anyway, I need to shower before breakfast. I'm told there's showers over by the locker rooms, but I'm not quite sure where - the past couple days I've just gone back to the dorms all sweaty and gross." She giggled again. "Did you happen to see them on the way down the hill?" I had, though it hadn't seemed important at the time. "Over this way." I nodded, then led her toward the girls' locker room and showers; it must have been so dark when she began her run that she couldn't see them. It wasn't far, and I searched for something to say to keep her talking, unsuccessfully. The silence stretched until we paused outside the door. "Great, thanks." She smiled again. "I'd kiss you on the cheek for being a sweetheart, but I'm all nasty right now." "I don't mind." I leaned in and presented my cheek. For a moment, I thought I had pushed it too far and she would freak; but then, she leaned forward with a small smile and pecked my cheek. As she did so, I curled my head around hers, running my lips, nose and cheek just over the tiny, thin hairs along her neck and inhaling deeply. I could see her tremble as I whispered, "I don't mind at all." "Mmmm." Rosie looked around, as if checking to see whether anyone was watching, then took my hand in her own. "Why don't you come help me clean up, then," she whispered. Those blue eyes glanced down at my wet jeans and observed, "After all, it's chilly out and you're all wet from the grass. We should make sure you don't catch a cold." With a tug, she led me behind her into the women's locker room, then released my hand to grasp her tank top and sports bra, stripping them off her body and throwing them aside in one smooth motion. She looked back over her flawless pale shoulders, smiled, then strode toward the showers, clad only in those white cotton shorts. I could see the pink string of a thong peeking out over one hip, and the muscles in her back moving gracefully as she strode away. My penis stiffened immediately at the thought of those unseen naked breasts, and I raised one leg to tug off a shoe. I hopped from one foot to the other, dropped the other shoe, then both socks. The tile of the locker room was cold on my bare feet. I peeled off my t-shirt as I heard a shower start from the next room, and followed her through the open doorway into the show area. There was a trail of clothing to show where Rosie had passed - designer white sneakers, white athletic socks, thin cotton shorts, and finally that hot-pink thong, which I could not resist the urge to lift and sniff briefly. It smelled like sex: sweat and vaginal fluids, and on the spur of the moment I stuffed the thong into the front pocket of my pants before dropping them on the tile. I strode into the shower room with my cock waving upright in front of me, and paused to watch Rosie moving under the water. Her red hair was plastered down her neck, onto her shoulders and the very uppermost curves of her breasts. Her body and limbs shone wetly under the lights, steam rising from her flushed skin as she stood there, eyes closed, running her hands down her sides and over her hips. I walked forward into the hot spray, reached out and cupped her jaw with my left hand, and placed my right on her hip to draw her close as I kissed her. Our tongues twined for a long moment as our wet, hot bodies slid against each other. I ran my right hand down past her belly, and my heart jumped when I found her mound shaved completely bare. She shuddered, and we came up for air. "Wait," she whispered, finally opening those blue eyes, and dropped to her knees in front of me, placing one hand lightly around my cock before leaning in and licking at the head. I sighed as I felt her warm, wet tongue dance along my cock head and shaft. She licked my balls, taking first one, then the other gently into her mouth, and then rose up to slide the perfect 'o' of her lips around the head of my cock. She opened her eyes wide, and looked up into mine. I rested one hand on the back of her head and groaned as she began to bob up and down, taking more and more of my cock into her mouth. She obviously knew what she was doing; by the time her nose touched my belly, the feeling of my cock rubbing down into her throat - the sensation of her swallowing around my shaft - was about as much as I could take. I took her by the head, gasping, and drew her up off my cock. Whatever happened, I didn't want to cum yet. I knelt down next to her, pushed her back onto the tile, and lifted one of her legs as she wiped spit from her mouth, then leaned and pressed my lips to her inner thigh. I peeled her cunt lips back - unlike Mara, she hardly had any lips to speak of; her hairless vagina reminded me of a child's - exposing the bright pink flesh inside. For this, I was going to take my time. I began to lick up the small beads of water left by the shower. Gradually, her hips began to move against me. Her soft hand rested in my hair, and I could hear her moan as she leaned back against the cold, tiled wall. After a few moments, I couldn't tell any longer if I was drinking water from the shower, her fluids, or a mixture of both. I stayed there on my knees, licking, stroking, sucking, nipping, as her breathing gradually increased. Rosie was nowhere near as quiet as Mara, and there was no reason to be; we were the only ones here. "Oh yeah," she moaned. "Suck my cunt. I want to cum... I want to... oh!" I flicked her clit a final time, and she came, drawing in a deep breath and holding it, her entire body tensed, those smooth, toned thighs trembling uncontrollably. I gave her a few more licks, enjoying her jerking motions each time my tongue connected with her vagina, then kneeled as she drew me up by the hair. We kissed again, my body pressing hers back against the shower wall as our legs twined and my cock rubbed into her belly. "Fuck me," she breathed against my lips. I bent my knees outward to lower my hips as she spread her legs around me, pushing my cock down under those cute little labia, her hand making sure I was positioned correctly, and then, gathering my feet under us, I stood. We rose together on trembling legs, and moaned into each other's ears as my cock rose higher and higher up into her belly. Putting her weight back against the shower wall, Rosie lifted one leg from the ground to wrap it around my thigh. I had to pause for a moment then, as she pulsed around me like a slick velvet glove. I had never slept with any girl this beautiful; she wasn't as painfully tight inside as Mara had been, but she was willing, and had the body of a goddess - or a model. The very thought of who I was fucking threatened to send me over the edge, and I had to bite my lip not to cum in her immediately. She knew it, too, and loved it; I was sure from the way she smiled. "Do you like my cunt," she whispered in my ear. This girl obviously liked to talk dirty. She tensed her core muscles around my cock, and I moaned at the constriction. "Fuck it. Fuck me. Fuck me - oh! Fuck me!" I began to move, thrusting up into her, pushing her ass against the wall with a wet smack. I had to stop again, however, lest I come, and she bit my neck in frustration. "I said fuck me. Are you a man, or not?" With a growl, I slipped down out of her, took her by the shoulders, and spun her around. She smiled, placing both palms against the wall and leaning forward, heart shaped, dripping ass thrust out toward me. She spread her legs, and the sight of her open, twitching cunt and pink asshole winking out from between her cheeks drove me forward. I kneeled again, grasped her upper thighs, and pulled her cheeks apart. I began by licking her cunt, but my nose kept rubbing against her puckered little asshole as I did, and eventually I couldn't resist giving it a lick. I'd never licked a girl's ass before, and wasn't sure what to expect. Maybe it was the fact that we were both dripping wet from the shower, but it didn't taste like much. "Oh, fuck," she screamed, as her thighs trembled and her body tensed again. I licked her through her second climax, alternating between her little rosebud and her cunt, until she began grinding her ass back against my face again. Then, I stood and thrust myself back inside her in one violent motion. She wailed as she came for the third time, and I fucked her through it, holding her hips as she thrashed between the wall and me for over ten seconds. I couldn't believe I hadn't come yet, but it couldn't be long now, so I just pounded into her for all I was worth, my thighs slapping against her tight, firm, runner's ass. PSI Ch. 02 I looked down at my cock sliding back and forth between her thighs, and couldn't hold back any longer: I came. I pulled her into me by her hips and shot my semen deep into her womb, groaning as I did. As I started to go soft, I slapped into her a couple more times, then withdrew with a plop. Gobs of sticky cum ran down Rosie's legs, pooling in the water at our feet and swirling into the drain. She spun around, back down to her knees, and took my cock in her mouth, sucking down every last drop of cum that wasn't already swirling down the drain. "You aren't done yet, lover. Lie down, I want to feel your tongue some more." I settled down onto the tile floor, then laid back. Rosie swung her smooth thigh over my head, then engulfed my soft cock in her mouth again as she ground her sopping cunt against my face. She sucked gently, and I used one hand to open her lips and begin licking. I tried not to think about my cum leaking out of her - the idea of tasting that did not turn me on - and after one or two licks I decided instead to concentrate on her ass, since she seemed to have liked it before. I'd never licked a girl's ass before in my life, but then again the few girls I had slept with before moving up to this school had never talked dirty like Rosie either. I licked her there a few times, waiting to see how badly it tasted; maybe it was the water from the shower, or maybe she just hadn't gone to the bathroom recently, but it wasn't as disgusting as I'd feared. I then pressed one forefinger against her tight little hole, shoving it in up to the first joint before, I think, either of us knew what had happened. The moment I did, she froze, which was just as well because her ministrations weren't helping my overly sensitive dick, and she threw her head back and let me flop out of her mouth. "Not there! God, that's so fucking dirty!" I paused, meeting her eyes from around one thigh as she looked back at me over her shoulder. For a moment, we just gazed at each other. I could see her lower lip trembling, and without saying a word I began to stroke my finger in and out of her ass, very slowly, and shallowly. Rosie groaned, closed her eyes, then opened them again after a moment. She must have changed her mind, because she began to murmur, almost like a mantra, "Yes! Finger my ass! Lick my ass! Lick my ass!" I removed my finger and replaced it with my tongue, just as she had asked, though it was a bit difficult to force that soft muscle into her tightness. I managed to do it by using two fingers to pry her apart, then thrust my tongue in and out a few times while she kept her chant up. It had been a while since she'd had the concentration to give any attention to my penis, so I withdrew my tongue, lifted one of her thighs over my head, and then scrambled out from under her. While she crouched on the shower tiles, breathing heavily, I kneeled behind her and ran my semi-soft dick along her cuntlips; her face was pressed into the shower floor, still gasping with exhaustion, and she didn't react immediately. I'd hoped her cunt would bring me back to life, but it wasn't enough. I'd felt rushed with Mara, the other day; right now, I wanted to leave Rosie a melted puddle of sexual bliss on the floor. So, I spread her pale, firm butt cheeks and began to run my dick up and down the channel between them. That did the trick; I began to get stiff again. Once I was fully hard, I inserted myself into her vagina again, this time from behind, and her hips began to grind back against me, though she didn't raise her head or speak at the moment; she just sighed inarticulately. I removed my cock, spread her cheeks again, and pressed my cockhead against her ass. I figured that the hot water, combined with my tongue, had both lubricated and relaxed her, and I slipped the head inside her before she even realized what was happening. I was wrong, of course; water is no substitute for oil or lube. Both of us froze, and she emitted a high pitched, animal whine as she slipped and scrambled in the water, trying to get me out of her. I had never fucked a girl in the ass before. It was tight, far tighter than her pussy, and I wasn't about to stop now. Just like I had with Mara, I pushed, and Rosie stopped struggling. Slowly, ever so slowly, I thrust forward, levering more and more of my dick into her, until finally my balls swung against her pussy. "Rub your clit," I commanded, but it wasn't until I reached under her body, lifted her hand, and pressed it against her cunt that she began to comply. I drew back slowly, took a firm grip on her hips again, then fucked forward as if I was in her cunt. She cried out in pain, and I stopped. We would have to go slower, it appeared. Slowly, in and out; it was a matter of incredible control on my part, I thought. She was trembling and gasping, and I was afraid to go any harder. Long moments passed, and I wondered how much longer I would be able to resist pounding into her like I wanted to. Gradually, as she rubbed her clit, Rosie's breathing began to relax; her hips began to grind in a serpentine motion, and her breathing changed from pained gasps to low moans. "I can't believe you're fucking my ass," she breathed. "That's so dirty. I've never done this before." At her words, my cock jerked inside her, and I paused so as not to cum instantly. Her hips urged me on. "Faster," she breathed. "Fuck me in the ass. Fuck me. Make me your slut, your whore." By this point, I was starting to get an idea of what Rosie liked - not just the dirty talk, but the feeling of actually being dirty. Maybe even the feeling of being used. No wonder playing with her ass had gotten her motor running - I was surprised she'd never stumbled into this before. "You want to be fucked like a whore," I asked her, and she moaned in response: "Uh-huh." "Only whores like getting fucked in the ass," I told her, leaning forward to whisper it in her ear. "I knew you were a slut from the moment I met you in class. Now I'm going to fuck you like a slut." And I did, for the better part of a minute before she began to cum again from her hand on her clit. Her ass trembled and clenched around my cock as she screamed, but I kept fucking her right through it. With a few more thrusts, I couldn't hold back any longer, and emptied myself again, into her ass this time. After holding myself there for a moment, I pulled out softening dick, and watched her asshole gape and wink, more cum dribbling out and down her thighs. With a groan, she collapsed onto the shower floor, breathing hard. "Fucking Christ," she whispered as I collapsed next to her. We lay there for long moments in the warm water. Eventually, I sat up, but she remained on her back. "Are you alright," I asked with growing concern. "Oh, I am absolutely incredible," she purred. After a stretch, she curled towards me, pulling her head into my lap. "I think that was much more of a workout than my run, however." She giggled. "I still can't believe you just put your dick in my ass like that." "Did you like it?" "Not at first. It fucking hurt!" She slapped my chest lightly with one hand, then grinned up at me. "But after I got used to it... god yes. In fact, it gave me an idea. But next time, you need to use some fucking lube." My cock twitched at the thought that there would be a next time. "Oh?" "Never mind - later. What do you have for classes today?" Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief, and she nipped my shoulder. "Ow! Psicraft at nine," I answered, "whatever that means. First session. With Chapman." She bit me harder, then pulled back. "My poor butt hurts a lot more than that. Anyway, me too," she smiled. And between then and lunch?" "Nothing." She rolled around on the floor, slinking up to my ear. "Let's get breakfast." I must have looked surprised, because she sat up for a moment and looked at me more seriously. "You asked me to get coffee before, now I'm asking you to get breakfast. I wasn't blowing you off, I really did have plans. But Matt," she said earnestly, "What I like in bed is different from how I want to be treated the rest of the time. Believe it or not, I'm not a one night stand, casual sex kind of girl. I thought you were cute the other day, and I haven't been able to get off since moving in because my roommate is always in the room and..." she sighed. "This just happened." "But breakfast can be like a date. Let's actually get to know each other. And maybe after class, I'll sneak you into my room. I want to try something." ***** After splitting to our separate dorm rooms to get changed, we drove to a Starbucks downtown. That doesn't mean quite what it seems, though. For one thing, I should say that Rosie drove, not me: she had a red corvette which she had somehow convinced the school to let her bring, even though she was a freshman like me. It smelled like vanilla, and she had found time to do her hair and dab a little perfume on, because she smelled like fresh fruit again. "Daddy has a lot of money," she explained as we pulled out of the student parking garage. "You ever hear of the gold coast? Southwestern Connecticut, near the New York border?" I nodded, trying to not to brace myself too obviously at her driving. "Mom kept the house after the divorce, and Dad just lives in Manhattan now. I guess it saves him the commute. This baby," she patted the steering wheel with one perfectly manicured hand, "could just as easily be called a '2012 Daddy's Attempt to buy his Daughter's Love' as a 2012 Corvette." Something about the way she said it - a real bitterness underlying the sarcasm - gave me a mental image of a young Rosie waiting by the window for her father to take her out - to a movie, or a ballgame, or whatever - and I had the feeling that she'd spent a lot of time waiting without him ever showing up. We chatted about our respective home towns as she pulled onto what passed for a main street in the town, then parked in the Starbucks lot. Downtown - or at least main street - was about two blocks long, and didn't have much besides a couple of restaurants, a bar, and this coffee shop. Inside the Starbucks, Rosie ordered a very sweet sounding concoction that had about as much coffee in it as a milkshake at McDonald's. The barista was one of these real granola types - lip studs, a nose piercing, studs all over her ears, hair in dreadlocks even though she was this blonde white girl. Really not my type, and obviously not thrilled to be there. She gave Rosie a look like she was some kind of disgusting bug. "Just black coffee," I ordered. "Tall." Pierced-girl gave some kind of noncommittal grunt. "Two-forty-nine," she mumbled, extending her hand. She had one of those hemp woven bracelets around her wrist. I forked over a couple bucks and joined Rosie to wait for our coffee, but was taken by surprise by someone calling out my name. "Hey, Matt!" Rosie and I both turned to see my roommate, Rick, lunging at one of the couches. "Hey, come grab a seat over here!" "Who's that," Rosie asked quietly. "My roommate," I explained. "I don't know him that well yet, but he seems cool enough." "He's got to be better than mine," she said with an eye roll. "Claire. Ugh. You wouldn't even believe." Coffees collected, we headed over to where Rick was waiting, and I made introductions. After a couple moments of small talk - in which I explained that Rosie and I shared a couple of classes together, and tried to avoid stammering while she blushed - Rick shook his head with a smile. "Nice to meet you, Rosie. It's cool you and Matt are making friends already." He winked in my general direction. "Hope I'm not intruding or anything." "No, no," Rosie insisted. "We were just getting a drink before class, and we have some time to kill." Rick was slow to respond, and I eventually realized that he was watching something over my shoulder. I turned to look, but didn't see anything except the counter, the workers, and a line of people. "Hey, what are you looking at, man," I asked him. "Her." Rick pointed toward the cash register. "Who," I asked, feeling like I was missing something. "The barista, man. She is smoking hot." I looked at the barista and her bored, disdainful expression. I looked at Rosie. Rosie shrugged. "Sure...sure man," I agreed hastily. "You talk to her yet? What's her name?" "Lizzie," Rick responded. "It's on her name tag." "Right." Rosie smiled. "Well, I can tell you one thing: she isn't going to just fall over naked 'cause you're looking at her. Go order another drink and chat her up or something." "You think I should," Rick asked, looking between the two of us nervously. "Totally." Rosie nodded. "Trust me, at worst she'll shoot you down." "Wish me luck," Rick said as he scrambled to his feet and went up to wait in line. Rosie scooted a bit closer to me, until her warm thigh was pressed against mine. "Do you think he actually has a shot," I asked her. I wondered whether the fact that we had been fucking like rabbits and hour ago meant that I could rest a hand on her leg. "Wait and see," she responded, and we watched as Rick made it to the front of the line, ordered something, and then began talking to her while she rung him out. He leaned in, said something - it must have been a joke, and then laughed. For a long moment, Rosie and I waited for her expression to change. "He fucked it up," I said. And then she laughed. I couldn't believe, she smiled and laughed, and for a moment, I thought I knew what Rick saw in her. She was cute, behind that raccoon eye makeup and all the metal. "See," Rosie slapped me lightly on the shoulder with her right hand. "She was bored as hell, of course she wants to talk to the cute guy." "You think Rick's cute," I asked her. "Ugh." Rosie rolled her eyes. "You aren't allowed to get all possessive on our first date. Anyway," She leaned in to my ear and whispered, "Rick didn't shoot like a gallon of cum inside me. You did. Christ, I bet a bunch of it is still in there." My penis lurched to half life. "Oh, maybe he did fuck it up now," Rosie said as she straightened up, casually letting her hand fall to my lap. I glanced up at the counter, where the barista was shaking her head. Rick pulled something out of his jacket just enough to show it to her, and she looked around to see who was watching. In the meantime, Rosie's hand stroked over my jeans-covered cock, and I groaned, immediately fully, painfully hard. You have to remember I'd already cum twice that morning. I must have closed my eyes for a moment, because when I opened them, Rick was walking back toward us. "It worked," he exclaimed with a smile as he took a seat. "She's got a break coming up in a couple minutes, and we're going to have a smoke out back." Rosie's hand casually made its way back to her purse. "Good job, ace," she said with a smile. "Now don't blow it. Matt, you ready to head back?" "Ugh, yeah." I willed my penis to shrink enough that I would be able to stand up without embarrassment. "Good luck, Rick. Let me know how it goes, man. With a mischievous smile in my direction, Rosie stood up and headed for the door. Somewhat painfully, I followed her. ***** I don't know how I ever made it in the door of that class without everyone noticing my erection. Rosie had dropped me off at my dorm to grab my books, and I'd taken a second shower once back in the dormitory - this one alone, and cold - and that had worked long enough for me to grab a bit of breakfast, brush my teeth, and get dressed. But as I made my way to class, I knew that I would see Rosie there, and I began to think about her: the way her crystal blue eyes pinned mine as she sucked my cock into her throat, the soft feel of the hairless skin above her vagina, the just slightly dirty taste of the puckered ring of her ass under the running water. I used my notebook to hide the lump in my crotch as I walked in the door, glancing around the room for Rosie. She wasn't there yet - but Emelina was. I had completely forgotten that we had this class together, and the sight of her bright, welcoming smile as she waved me over made me feel like about the lowest insect in the world. Suddenly, hiding my erection wasn't the problem - meeting her eyes and keeping the shame off my face was. "I saved you a seat," she exclaimed as I approached. Though it was only nine o clock, Emelina looked as if she had already spent an hour putting herself together. Gold hoops hung in her ears, she smiled with lipstick red lips, and her white blouse was tucked into her tight jeans. I swung into the desk next to her and hoped that I'd managed to get rid of the smell of sex. "Good morning," I croaked, knowing that it was expected of me. "Good morning to you," she responded, flipping her hair back with a practiced shrug. "Did you hear about Mara?" I must have gone about as pale as a ghost, and I know that I didn't respond or shake my head, but Emelina kept right on talking. "She's come down with some sort of sickness. She's been out of the room the last two nights, and excused from her classes today as well." Christ, I thought, here it comes. She's got the police working on the rape kits already. They're testing the DNA evidence. She's probably pregnant, too - it wasn't like I'd bothered to stop and put on a condom. In fact, come to think of it, I hadn't worn one with Rosie either... ...who came scooting into the room right at that moment, just ahead of the professor. Unlike Emelina, Rosie was essentially wearing her pajama pants, sandals, and a light hoodie. I supposed I hadn't given her a lot of time to get ready. She locked eyes with me from the doorway, then arched her eyebrows as she quite pointedly looked past me at Emelina, who was still chatting away, though I hadn't heard a word of it. With a sway to her hips, she stepped to one of the desks in the front row - right in front of me, in fact - and swung into the chair. As she leaned forward casually, the band of her low slung pajama pants slid down, revealing the strap of a pair of dark purple thong panties. My eyes were glue to the sight of Rosie's rump as she seemed to settle in, rocking from side to side a bit to get comfortable. I could not believe my dick had been lodged in that ass just a little while ago. And would be again soon... "Are you listening to me?" I swung my head back over to see that Emelina had an annoyed look on her face; thankfully, I was saved by the professor clearing her throat. Professor Chapman's lecture sounded like what you would hear in any boring introductory class, and I was having a hard time keeping visions of Rosie out of my head, right up until something she said really caught my attention. "...as a result, particularly in Psychics who are just beginning to develop their powers, sudden and dramatic mood swings and emotional shifts are common. Anger, depression, even lust are common side effects as the growth of the Kardeshev Node modifies the brain chemistry. Yes?" I had raised my hand before even thinking about it. "So you're saying that we're going to have mood swings, and that's normal?" I coughed. "Like, that we might find ourselves getting..." I almost said horny. "Angry over something small, that we wouldn't normally get angry about, and that's normal?" "Yes." Professor Chapman smiled, crossing her arms under her breasts. I tried not to think about what she would look like naked. "In fact, one of the reasons that we discuss the anatomy of the Psionic brain in our first class - give an overview, so to speak - is so that you can recognize and understand these urges." I nodded my head, and she continued, but I didn't hear a word of it. That was it. That explained why I had felt so unable to control myself yesterday, with Mara, and this morning, with Rosie. It explained why a girl like Rosie was willing to give me the time of day, nevermind let me in her pants, and why Mara had seemed like she was struggling with herself before finally giving in. I felt a little bit less bad about what I had done. Only a little bit. PSI Ch. 02 I looked around the class, counting the girls mentally in my head. If we were all being affected in the same way... there was going to be a lot of sex on this campus. I glanced up at Rosie, who was fiddling with her pencil, wrapping a strand of hair around it, then over at Emelina, who most certainly did not look happy with what had been said. This was going to get very complicated, very quickly. About an hour later, I found myself sneaking into the girls' dorm, Rosie gripping my hand tightly as she turned the key at the main entrance. As the door opened, she put a finger to her lips and whispered, 'shh!' Her hair was still something of a mess, pulled back into a quick ponytail but mussed by her hoodie. I followed her, eyes glued on the purple thong peaking out of her pajamas and the bouncing flesh beneath that thin layer of cotton. Once we were past the Dorm Supervisor's office - she was on the phone, turned away from the large plate glass windows looking into the hall - we half ran, half snuck up the stairs and down her hall until we were in her room. "Where's your roommate," I asked as I looked around. Half the room was very posh rich girl, the other half gamer chick. I figured the only thing they must have agreed on was that a large, flat screen TV was essential, based on its central placement in the room. "I told her I'd buy her a new video game if she cleared out this afternoon. It's good to have money." Rosie pulled out her hair tie and shook her hair out, the strands glowing red-gold in the sunlight from her window, then opened her top dresser drawer and pulled out a fleshy pink dildo. It was about nine inches long, and thick, with a suction cup on the bottom. She licked around the cup, and pressed it down onto the hardwood floor to make sure it stuck. "What are we doing with that," I asked, apprehensively. "I told you, I want to try something." Rosie placed her hands on the waistband of her pajama pants, then paused, suddenly serious. "Listen, you heard what Professor Chapman said back there about what we're feeling right now, right?" "About it making us horny?" I nodded my head. She bit her lip. It made her look very vulnerable and young, all of a sudden. "I don't know how much of this is because of that. Would you still like me, if..." "Of course I would!" I stepped forward and placed my arms around Rosie's slim waist, breathing in her scent. "Rosie, you are so gorgeous. What guy wouldn't want to..." "Fuck me?" She smiled. "I'm not too dirty for you? I did let you fuck my ass on our first... date. Aren't you wondering how many other guys have fucked me there?" "No." I smiled. "Why not?" "Because you said you'd never done it before. And I don't think you'd lie to me with my dick in your butt." Rosie giggled for a moment, then looked me in the eye seriously. "I like my body. I like to fuck. But I'm not a slut, even if I'm going to be horny all the time. You need to keep me satisfied." Instead of speaking, I reached around behind her, lower, and cupped her ass with my right hand. She grinned, then pulled down on her pajama pants, beginning to strip again. I stepped back to pull my own shirt off, and when I could see again she was throwing her hoodie on the floor. She stood there, wearing only a purple thong and bra. I pointed to the dildo sticking up from the floor. "What's that for?" "I've never wanted to do this before, but..." Rosie shrugged, and with a deft motion reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. "What we did this morning felt so dirty, I want to do it again. Only this time," She shimmied out of her thong, "I want to be even nastier. I want to do something only sluts do. Only whores." Naked, she arched an eyebrow at me, then spun, lowering herself into a crouch above the dildo. She reached down with her fingers and opened her cunt lips, positioning the dildo at her hole, then slid down with a gasp. "God, I'm so wet." She sighed, rotating her hips. "In my top drawer. Ugh. There's a bottle of lube. Get it." Understanding dawning on me, I reached into her drawer, pushing aside thongs, boy shorts and g-strings, and pulled out the somewhat slick and sticky bottle of lube. I dropped my pants and coated my dick in a healthy dose of the stuff, excited by what I suspected - what I hoped - Rosie was planning. I didn't say anything, because if I said it out loud she might change her mind. She was moving up and down the dildo, her hair swinging over her face as she supported herself on hands and knees. I moved to kneel behind her, spreading her ass cheeks apart and massaging lube into her asshole; she held herself still once she felt me touch her, hips motionless but trembling. "I can't believe I'm going to do this," she whispered. "But ever since you stuck that thing in my ass, I've wondered what it would be like." "What what would be like?" I paused with my dick resting against her pussy lips, then stroked it up to her ass, letting the head rest right on her puckered hole. She shook. "What it would be like to have two cocks in me," she groaned. "You're such a dirty whore," I leaned forward along her back and whispered in her ear, beginning to get a sense for what turned her on. "Say it. Say what you want." I reached down and pinched a nipple. "Ugh. I'm a dirty whore. I'm a dirty cock whore, and I want two in me. I want a cock in my cunt and a cock in my ass at the same time. I want both of my holes fucked, leaking cu-ugh!" And with that, I shoved my cock in her ass. She was still a bit loosened up from our session in the shower, but I could feel the dildo in her cunt, and she was stretched full of cock - one plastic, one flesh. I couldn't believe she could take it all, but she did, slowly, with a broken cry. I paused there, dick halfway into her ass, until her hips began to move. She scrambled with one hand to turn on the dildo, and I could feel the vibrations through the thin layer of skin and muscle that separated my cock from the plastic dick in her cunt. We began to move jerkily, awkwardly, but desperately, as she fucked herself up and down the dildo and I tried to match her rhythm, both of us crying out - me with pleasure, her from somewhere between pleasure and pain. I wondered for a moment whether I should really continue, whether I was hurting her, then looked down at the perfect, pale ass cheeks before me and paused for a moment with my cock halfway out of Rosie. My cock pulsed in time with my heartbeat, and she gasped. With that, I breathed a sigh of relief and began fucking Rosie in earnest again. It was awkward, at first, finding a way to balance and move together; but after a few seconds, we began to get into it again. I kept my grip on Rosie's hips and slammed in and out. Rosie twitched and thrashed as she began to cum. Finally, Rosie fell to the side, my dick sliding out of her ass with a plop, the dildo still buried inside of her, her face slack, mouth open. "Oh god," she whimpered. The redhead was only semi-conscious, with that nine inch dildo still sticking out of her cunt. I paused for a moment, worried again that I had broken her somehow, was hurting her. "More..." Rosie whimpered. And with that, I no longer felt any guilt at all. I rolled her over, pulling the dildo up off the ground, and put her on her back with the dildo in her cunt. I put one of her legs over each of my shoulders, then leaned forward and pushed my cock back into her ass. Now, with every stroke my belly pushed the dildo into her at the same time as my dick entered, and I began ramming into her, holding onto one of her legs, stretching it up in the air as a new string of obscenities began to dribble out of her mouth. "Fuck me harder... make me your whore...oh!" I slammed into her harder and faster, my knees beginning to hurt on the wood floor. Rosie looked me right in the eye, smiled, and whispered: "That spanish girl would never let you do this." At that moment, I came, spurting ropes of cum deep into Rosie's abused body. She shook like a dying fish, and I pulled out of her and sat back, breathing heavily. The dildo fell out of her gaping cunt, and I could see up into her pink inner cavities through both holes as she moaned softly, trying to catch her breath. Cum dripped out of her dilated asshole and puddled around her on the floor. I'd never seen anything more sexy in my life.