Katie's Exploits 

   When I saw him for the first time my breath had caught in my throat and
my heart had palpitated.  Sitting amongst the other professors he looked
like a cat among pigeons.  His 6'2 frame emanated raw sexual power and as
he seemed to be teasing a blushing older female professor his sea green
eyes crinkled merrily and deep grooves in his lean cheeks had dimples
playing peek-a-boos on either side.  His full sensuous lips pulled back in
an open smile revealing gleaming white teeth which could be used for an
advertisement.  His chiseled nose and high forehead seemed a mark of
nobility and the crown of auburn glory was marked with grays around the
temples which gave him a distinguished air.

   Suddenly he let out a bellyful of laughter and people around the room
turned and smiled at him.  It was then that I wanted to jump his long
gorgeous bones.  The older professor was laughing too and hitting him in a
playful manner and the other fuddy duddy professors who generally are
morbid mean brooders were eyeing him with warm approval.  His charisma had
blanketed the table and seemed to spreading around a feeling of well being
around the university cafeteria in general.

   Just then my Adonis-like boyfriend walked up to me with his food tray.
Seeing my eyes on the red haired professor he said "That's the new
archeology professor who will be substituting for Professor Calvin.  But
the word is despite his looks he's not into men or women just into ancient
economic history."

   "Really?" I muttered and made a mental note to go to the library and
read up everything on it.  Taking a seat at the adjacent table I heard his
baritone voice wash over me like a dark warm blanket in a cold winter
night.

   He was in a deep conversation but at my movements on the next table his
eye automatically fell on me.  He tipped his head a bit at me and went back
to his conversation.

   There had been no looks of appreciation directed towards me and unlike
most women it didn't bother me.  I had reined in my looks by wearing baggy
clothes and huge glasses which was quite unusual for a woman of my
structure to do but I had reasons.

   Back in high school boys couldn't look beyond my 38DD breasts, clinched
by a tiny waist and flared out hips.  On more than one occasion an amorous
teen wolf had pawed my breasts and whispered into my ear how he would love
to invade and conquer my six footer proportions.

   And on more than one occasion the guys who took me out came back to
school the next day with a condition called the black eyed pea.  Black eye
for the black eye and pea for being squashed like a pea by my hammer fist.

   By the last year of high school the boys naturally began to give me a
wide berth.  I was called the mean, frigid, brainy red haired Amazon.

   I wore the badge with pride and while my friends lost their virginities
in the backseats of cars and roach ridden seedy motels I satisfied my
raging hormones with my fingers going up and down my clit.

   Now in the second year of my college I was still a virgin even though I
had the most gorgeous man as my boyfriend.  We had met outside the library.
His looks had made me tongue tied.  His mop of burnished blond hair fell
casually over his high forehead and when he smiled a dimple seemed to dance
on his left cheek.  Brown eyes sparkled with laugher and were complimented
by sensual lips that always had a mischievous smile playing on them. 
However his striking looks were marked by a broken nose which apparently he
got playing football.  We had started talking and realized that we had the
same likes and dislikes.  Our outlook towards life was the same and we had
taken up same courses to major in.  We were together all the time.  People
called us soul mates like Beauty and the Beast.  And I was the beast incase
you were wondering.  But there was that one big hitch .We did the whole
heavy petting and panting thing but he never wanted to go all the way and I
didn't press the issue.

   However, I have seen him take sidelong looks at the quarterback Patrick.
And the looks had been pretty long and glassy eyed with his mouth slightly
open.  It gave me the sneaky feeling that someone wasn't too sure of his
sexual orientation.  It was then that I realized that I was used as a
shield to keep hungry women at bay despite the fact that we enjoyed each
other's company immensely.  As a result of this revelation I stopped making
sexual advances towards him and he didn't seem to miss them.  We became
best friends under the guise of boyfriend and girlfriend so it wasn't as if
I was planning to be unfaithful.

   Pulling myself out of my reverie I studied the professor and decided to
launch an all out assault on him.  I decided to take an indirect approach.
Putting on a sweet smile I turned and tapped on Professor McCormick's
shoulder.

   "Hi Professor - how are things?" In the last semester we had gone on a
few digs with the Professor so he knew me well.

   "Ah Katie how are you?" He smiled in recognition

   The Professor was a good natured man, so engrossed in the past that many
a times the present seemed to not exist for him and his wife in a slightly
miffed tone said that his passion for discovery was her bane.  But he was
the best in his field, recognized as far as Oxford.

   Taking my glasses off, I trained my violet eyes on Professor McCormick.
He blinked under their sparkling effect and clearing his throat introduced
me to the hot new professor "Katie this is Professor Dan Metellus.  He will
be teaching your class Far East trade routes for the year"

   `Yummy' I thought looking into his baby blue eyes.  I gave him a demure
smile and said "It would be nice to hear your views on the impact Mongolia
had on Europe due to the Silk Route, Professor."

   Raising his eyebrows he grinned at me and said "Professor?  My dad is
called that.  Call me Dan."

   He shook my hand in a firm masculine grip ,watching my hand disappear
into the fold of his fingers I wondered what it would be like to have my
whole body enveloped in his arms and feel his warmth seep into my skin.

   A disapproving sniff pulled me out of my fantasy.  Dr Louise Beard
apparently didn't like Professor Metellus being on familiar terms with his
students.

   Dan however smiled and patted her on the arm and said "Come now Lou I'm
just ten years older than her.  And I like to be on familiar terms with my
students"

   `Lou!  No one dared to call that cold hard hag by that name.' I thought
and gaped at him

   She smiled and said "It's Louise but Dan you can call me whatever you
want"

   I couldn't believe my ears that old witch wanted to get into his pants
as much as I did.

   Knowing I had way extended my welcome I smiled at all the Professors and
told Dan that I would see him in class the next day.

   Pulling my ever so gay boyfriend Kirk off his seat I quickly marched out
of the library.  I was panting with excitement and plans of seduction were
flying through my mind and I decided to bunk the rest of my classes and go
lingerie shopping.

   Coming to a sudden halt I looked at Kirk and blurted out "Isn't Dan ever
so hot?"

   Kirk smirked and smiled back "Yeah - after Patrick that guy is a slice
of heaven.  Did you see the perfect V his upper body made?"

   I raised my eyebrow at Kirk and nearly told him that a straight guy
wouldn't have made that comment but then decided to keep my peace.  After
all Kirk had the best fashion sense and I wanted him thinking which teddy
made me look sexy and not brooding over his suppressed sexuality.

   Dragging him to the nearest mall I took him into the Victoria's Secret
store.  When I came out of the changing room in a skin colored teddy a
collective male gasp broke out and I knew I had to buy that teddy.  It did
wonderful things to my body.  Cut real high it gave ample view of my smooth
bottom, hugged my waist and pushed my breasts up.  They seemed to look like
cozy buddies squashed together.  Pulling my hair out of a rubber band I
gave it a shake and a guy clutched his heart.

   Suddenly I heard low female grumblings and at least ten angry female
eyes were boring up at me.  Sheepishly I walked back to the changing room
and when I came out Kirk and I were the only one left there.  Deciding that
time was of the essence with Kirk's inputs I picked up a couple of lacy
nothings and headed back home Batting down a visibly miffed saleslady, who
had lost customers, we paid the not inconsiderable bills and left..

   On reaching back home I casually told Kirk that I had invited Patrick as
he needed help with one of the papers.  Kirk's eyes lit up like a kid
getting toy train during Christmas.  Trying to be nonchalant he asked "What
time did he say he will be here?"

   "He should be here any second."

   Kirk made a bee line for the bathroom and soon I had the shower running
.

   Shaking my head at the obvious crush that Kirk had on Patrick I went
into my bedroom and changed into a faded shorts and tank top.  I wanted
Patrick to concentrate on Kirk not me.

   The bell rang and I went towards the door.  Patrick stood at the door
juggling a few books and a six pack of beer.  A smile spread over his
dashing face "Let's hit da books and maybe I'd get more than just help with
my paper?"

   Laughing up at him I told him that everything depended on Kirk's
reaction.  Ruffling my hair, he went inside the apartment.

   Walking into the living room he took his surroundings in and said
"Nice." And settled down on the couch and put the beer on the side table.
He looked at home on the tattered couch.  Being tall with broad shoulders
he could have easily modeled for the cover of a romance novel.  His long
black hair was tied back with a leather thong and his ears sat very nicely
next to a broad chiseled jaw.  The chin jutted down showing a streak of
stubbornness which was diluted by the mischievous brown eyes that sparkled
all the time.  His lean cheeks gave him the look of a hungry wolf which was
complimented by a rogue smile.

   I knew he was gay by the hungry looks he gave Kirk and when they were in
the same room the sexual sparks that flew between them were strong enough
to a light bulb but Kirk being a stubborn jack-ass continued to call
himself straight.  And I was sick and tired of watching the cat and mouse
game.  I had a frank talk with Patrick and we decided that it was time for
Patrick would make a move on Kirk and if things moved in the right
direction I would make myself scarce.

   "Hey Kirk" Patrick turned to greet a semi nude Kirk who was trying to
sneak by to his room without being noticed.

   Clutching his towel closer to his waist Kirk gave him a shy smile and
stuttered something about becoming decent and practically ran into his
room. Turning back to look at me Patrick gave me a wolfish smile.

   "Go easy on him Pat, you may be his first.  Let's take it slowly shall
we?"

   Nodding his head in agreement Pat sighed and opened a fat text and we
got busy.

   A few minutes later a fresh Kirk joined us.  Clean shaven, smelling of
flowers he was a gorgeous sight for sore eyes.  His wet blond hair looked
like molten gold against his bronze skin.  Patrick's eyes followed him in
appreciation as he took the chair next to him and I felt like a proud
mother hen.

   As we began to turn pages of the books and got into deeper discussions I
began to feel the undercurrents running between the two.  When Kirk passed
Pat a book their hands met and Kirk sucked a breath in.  I saw Kirk
breathing fast when Patrick turned towards him and moved closer till he was
whispering in his ears.  Kirk stared into my eyes as Patrick's breath
caressed his cheek.

   I just smiled and said "I have to put some of my new lingerie in.  And I
think Kirk can help you out Patrick."

   "Sure" said Patrick, gazing away at Kirk.  He was in full seduction
mode.

   Kirk's eyes pleaded with me.  Giving a shrug I walked into my bedroom
and closed the door.

   I started to put my lacy transparent lingerie in the dresser and began
to fantasize Dan's reaction to them.  I saw him kissing my nipples through
a transparent pink bra while his big capable hand was massaging my wet clit
through the high pink thong.  A shiver of pleasure curled around my clit
demanding attention.  Lying down on the bed I began to caress my nipples
under the tank top and pulled the zip of my shots down and played with my
twin lips.  A groan left my lips but this time the climax seemed to elude
me.  As I imagined Dan sucking my nub I began to pull, tug and rotate my
clit.  Frustration made me moan harder and I pulled my legs up. 
Masturbation no longer was enough I needed more.

   Wanting to distract my mind and body I grabbed my jacket and decided to
step out for a movie or something which would take my mind of the ardor I
felt for Dan.

   Lost in my thoughts I opened the door and stepped into the living room.
A groan made my eyes fly to the cavorting men in the couch.  Shocked I
couldn't take my eyes off the coupling bodies.

   It was a sight Michelangelo would have loved to carve out of a smooth
marble.  They were having sex on the couch doggie style.  Patrick's head
was thrown back in ecstasy.  His mane of black hair was loose around his
broad shoulders and as he pounded into Kirk a small moan left his delicious
mouth.  His broad hands played a dance of their own.  One hand gripped
Kirk's waist and the other hummered his boy's engorged penis.  The Blond
haired Kirk, humble in his position looked like an angel submitting to the
dark devil.  White skin melded with bronzed strength.  The movement of lust
and love began to pick up pace.

   Transfixed by their carnal beauty I stood behind the couch wanting to
see them both take their final gasps.  My nipples began to stiffen and hot
blood coursed down to pool around my cunt.  This was no good, I was a
voyeur.  I had no business watching this intimate act.  As I tried to tip
toe out Patrick's eye fell on me and he became still.

   Kirk looked up and saw me.  In his eyes pleasure was replaced with shock
and regret.

   Not wanting to spoil it for them I quickly said to Kirk "Baby its okay.
There's no problem."

   Kirk tried to move away only to be held in position by Pat who smiled at
me and said "Would you like to watch us Katie?"

   Knowing that this was the only way of convincing Kirk that I wasn't
feeling betrayed I sat down on the chair that Patrick was previously
sitting in.  Wearing a prim smile I pulled off my tank top and bra.  My
generous breasts lay open in the dim lights.  The Patrick winked at me and
asked me to take off my shorts too as the delights of pleasure were going
to get better.

   Kirk still looked a little unsure so I wriggled out of my shorts and sat
back on the chair.

   Kirk began to speak but Pat put a finger on his mouth and turned him on
his back and woke his dick up again by licking and sucking his dick.  And
then he took the whole nine inch meat in his mouth and began to work on the
pipe.  Kirk began to gasp and buckle under his attention.  He grabbed Pat's
hair to pull away but Pat had other plans in his mind.  He continued to
suck on his dick hard and slid his hands under Kirk's hips and cupped them
hard.

   "I think I'm in heaven!  But Pat I want to suck your penis.  Please baby
let me up.  Oh this is too good."

   Patrick let the penis out of his mouth with a little pop.  He turned his
head smiled at me and said "We have to show Katie how to please a man.  You
told me she had her heart set on Prof Dan right?"

   Kirk sniggered and said "Yes, show both Katie and me how to please a
man."

   Making Kirk lie back Patrick ran his tongue on his collar bone and
played with his balls with one hand.  Hearing his groans and grunts,
Patrick winked at me and moved down on Kirk.  Nuzzling his curls he laid
feather light kisses on his dick, a lick from the root to uncircumcised
dick causing Kirk to move his head from side to side.  And then I saw Pat's
hand go under Kirk's balls and massage the area between the balls and arse
hole.  That raised my eyebrows and made Kirk let out a loud cry.  His
engorged manhood seemed to choke Pat but he continued to suck it to the
back of his throat and began to massage his own prick.

   Watching this erotic act between the two my nipples began to stiffen and
my pussy became a mass of desire demanding satisfaction.  Running my
fingers on my clit I watched the gay act of love.  The men changed
positions and I saw Kirk loving Pat's dick.

   And he in turn pulled Kirk's head closer towards his penis and began to
sway slightly.

   "Yes suck me hard, take it all in" Pat whispered in a hoarse voice. 
Kirk's jaw seemed to be stretched to the limit and his cheeks seemed work
on the dick real hard.

   I heard Pat pant out "You give good head.  I think you better stop I
don't want to shoot my load just yet.  Come on, change your position I'm
gonna teach you kids something new.  Show me that beautiful ass of yours
Kirk."

   Positioning his ass in front of Pat's face, Kirk turned his head to look
at him.  Parting the white orbs Patrick looked at Kirk's ass hole and
suddenly delved between the cracks.  I was shocked and aroused.  My
imagination let me know what was happening.  He was probably licking his
hole and pushing his tongue into the ass hole.

   Kirk by then had lost his mind totally.  He began to thrust backwards
and Patrick reached between Kirk's legs and massaged his hard balls and
dick.

   The sight was just too erotic for me.  By now my clit was drenched with
musky juices and I was squirming with unfulfilled arousal.  Spreading my
legs wide I struggled to gain satisfaction but my cunt seemed to have
become a sucking mouth of pleasure.  No amount of pushing, prodding or
massaging seemed to do it any good .The pleasure kept building; the nub
became more and more swollen.  Moans began to escape from my throat.  My
back arched and fingers trembled.  Breath caught in my throat but my pussy
wanted a man.  It didn't grant me any satisfaction.  Sighing in frustration
I stared at the two lovers satisfying each other.

   They changed positions and now were both feasting on each others' dicks
in a perfect eight.  Licking, sucking and caressing each other I watched
them cum hard and fast in each other's mouth.  I watched them buck against
each other's faces and the cum was so much that it spilled out of their
mouths.

   Getting off Kirk, Patrick sat on the floor and let his head fall back on
his partner's stomach and licked the cum that was on his lips.  They both
sighed in unison like satiated lions.  The golden and dark kings of
pleasure's kingdom, lay content in each other's companionship after playing
hard but for me there was no peak to climb.  I kept trying but then decided
to abandon the act.

   Hearing my cry of frustration Kirk looked at me.  He left the couch and
got down on his knees in front of the chair I was sitting in.  Parting my
legs a little more he buried his head in my bush.  He began to lick my
tender red lips in long deliberate strokes.  His soft tongue rasped against
their tender arousal.  The pleasure shot down to my toes making them curl.
Clutching his head hard in my lap I began to move against his face.  My
body began to wither and shake.  Breasts bounced to the beat of love and
the smell of sex filled my senses.

   "More" I panted "I want more." Suddenly I felt a mouth suck on my
breast. Opening my eyes I saw Patrick sucking on my brown tit.  He licked
it , bit it and swirled his tongue .  I held out my other breast for the
same consideration.  Laughing under his breath he switched attention but
still fondled the nipple that he had previously been sucking on.  My
nipples and vagina became a triangle of pleasure.  The two young energetic
lions were making my senses reel with climax after climax.  Their hands on
my thighs, waist and bottom wove their magic.  My multi-orgasmic state made
me shout out loud .  I clutched both the heads as the biggest heat of
pleasure drenched my body and the aftershocks made my body quake and made
me die a little death.

   Opening my eyes I willed my rapidly beating heart to slow down.  Looking
that the two naked men sitting on my couch I felt a bit shy.

   Seeing me blush Pat chuckled and said "Glad to be of service but you've
got to know that we did what we did because we love you but we can't do
this on regular basis.  Right Kirk?"

   Kirk smiled and leaned over to kiss my mouth and said "Katie your pussy
is the first one I have eaten and possibly the last.  You see I am gay."

   I burst out laughing.  Wiping the tears of laughter I looked at the two
dears and said "Race you guys to the showers.  The last one will have to
eat my pussy - gay or not."

   Letting out loud male howls they chased me into the tiny bathroom.

   Professor Dan would have to wait for his chance at fun and frolic,
tonight I was too distracted.

   The first rays of the morning sun seeped through the lace curtains of my
bedroom window.  Taking a nice long stretch I remembered the sexual
activities that had taken place the night before.  A smile of pleasure
broke on my face.  Kirk and Patrick had taught me the art of pleasing a
man. I had watched them try out different techniques on each other and I
couldn't wait to put them in practice.  I quickly got out of the bed, I
couldn't afford to be lazy, I had a plan to put into action starting today.

   Knowing that the guys wouldn't be up so early thanks to their intensive
workouts through the night I decided to monopolize the shower.  Getting
under the shower head I put the jets on maximum heat.  I liked everything
hot - Hot soup, hot peppers, hot showers and most of all hot men.  `Yeah
especially - hot older men like Dan' the thought made me smile and as the
water rushed forward to meet my naked skin a sigh of contentment passed
through my lips.

   After seeing the professor I seemed to have become a nymphomaniac. 
Thinking about him made me horny again.  The hot water drenching my pussy
made the lips of my clit swell with warm heat.  Taking a bar of soap I
lathered my hands and began to masturbate.  With my right hand rubbing the
soapy water on my cunt, I twisted and pulled my nipple.  Pleasure began to
snake through my body.

   I began to think of being fucked by Dan in his study.  I imagined him
pushing me down on his desk.  Tearing my clothes till I was naked to his
eyes and then unzipping his pants to take out his bulging manhood and then
fucking me with absolutely no foreplay.  I imagined him grabbing my hips
and driving his hard dick in me.  I could almost feel his hard cock
pounding into me and leaving bite marks all over my skin to mark me as his
own slave.

   As I fantasized and masturbated, the cloudy steam in the shower stall
along with the pleasure coursing through my veins made me giddy.  Wanting
reprieve from the building heat in my clit I had begun to ram the soap in
my cunt.  In and out went the slippery soap, hitting the G-spot, causing
waves of pleasure to crash against my senses.  My legs could barely hold my
weight and I cried out.  As the final wave washed over me, embankments of
restraint and strength broke.  Letting out cries of self-fucked delight, I
leaned against the steamy glass wall of the shower stall and tried to catch
my breath.  This was the first time I had masturbated in the shower and
that too with a bar of Dove soap.

   Looking at the bar of soap I wondered if I should leave it for the guys
to use.  After all they had been pretty intimate with my body but then a
rational voice in my head told me that it wouldn't be good for reasons of
hygiene.

   Stepping out of the shower, I quickly wrapped myself up in a towel,
brushed my teeth and left the bathroom and headed towards the kitchen to
make a fresh pot of coffee.  Wondering what to wear I reached over the
counter to grab the pot and was surprised to see hot coffee in it.  There
was a post-it stuck on the pot which said that Kirk and Pat would be
bunking classes for the day, and I should let them know what happened with
Dan in the evening.

   `Yeah right as if Dan would fuck me on his very first lecture day.'
Ruefully shaking my head at the two lovers I briskly walked into my room. I
had an impression to make and needed the right clothes.

   Opening my closet I pulled clothes out and threw them on the bed. 
Generally a very tidy person today I didn't care.

   `To hell with being practical and to hell with being a drab submissive
crane.  This was an all out war yet I had to be subtle.' I reminded myself.

   I decided to wear a transparent short sleeved blouse with a tiny skirt
which barely covered my tight butt.  My lacy blue bra showed through the
top and when I bent in front of the mirror I could see my thong panties
barely covering the crack.  If this didn't get his attention then nothing
would.  At the very last minute I decided to pull my hair back in a pony
tail and wore my glasses.  I didn't want to steam roll him but prod his
libido in the right direction.  Grabbing my bag and laptop I hurried out
towards the University.

   Reaching the lecture hall I realized that all the front seats had been
taken by fawning females.

   `So much for trying to get his attention.' I muttered to myself.

   Taking a seat at the back I heard a few whistles and cat calls.  Turning
to see who my new male admirers were I saw Saul and Ned making eyes at me
in a playful manner.  "Nice ass and look at those never ending legs.  Babe
you've been hiding your assets for too long.  Showing off for our benefit
or is the display for the new professor?" Ned said lecherously and his
sidekick made smacking noises.

   "Come off it guys - the weather makes us shed our clothes." I answered

   Saul smirked and replied "Shed your inhibitions too won't you
sweetheart."

   Taking the good natured ribbing in my stride I turned back and began to
play cross and knots while waiting for Dan to come.  From time to time my
eyes fell on the giggling girls who gossiped and laughed like the empty
headed wrens that twittered on the branches of the cherry tree outside my
bedroom window.

   `Lack of brains made up with too much make up, too much sex appeal and
too much silicone implants.  Dumb fuck blow dolls' The snide thought
crossed my mind `Yeah fuck, the much biologically needed fuck!  So what
they're dumb?  It's because they are dumb they get the fuck, you fuckless
wonder.  Stop putting other women down just because your cunt hates your
self imposed exile" I muttered to myself in self deprecation.  Suddenly it
all seemed hopeless why would the Professor want me if he could have any of
those sex pots.  But no, I did not come from a family of losers and this
war was mine from start to end.

   A collective female gasp made me look up from the laptop screen and for
the second time in a row I sucked my breath in and felt a stone drop in my
stomach.  The man was a walking body of hot sweaty sultry sex.  Any of the
girls, myself included would just love to worship his god-like dick all
night long.  Just suck the meat in and play with the balls and nuzzle the
curls.  My panties had become wet and were sticking to my bush.  I shifted
in my seat.

   "Look at the horny babes; they can't keep their hungry eyes off that
man. Wish I had his bode man" I heard Saul whisper.

   We all were enthralled by the man.  As he introduced himself and began
the lecture all I could think of was having his capable hands massage my
breasts together and I would be making his prick hard in my hands.  The
fantasies were making me aroused again and it started to feel hot so I
opened two buttons of my shirt and began to caress my nape.  Keeping my
eyes on him I continued to rub the back of my neck.  Soft whispers of
pleasure began to build around my nape and as I stared at him my hand
caressed the right side of the neck.

   His eyes fell on me and remained on me.  The tempo of his lecture
continued but I could feel the connection between us.  Somehow my nape
touching had got his attention.  It seemed as if he had realized that I was
touching myself because of him.  Unable to hold the weight of his stare I
looked down on my laptop for a second and his eyes began to wander around
the room.  Feeling a bit conscious I put my wandering fingers on the
laptop. From time to time he looked around but they seemed to return on me
and rest there for a bit.

   The lecture came to an end soon enough and I breathed a sigh of relief.
I couldn't bask in his raw sexual power for two long.  As the students
began to leave the hall, Dan looked up from the papers he was shuffling and
straight at me.

   "Katie?  Katie Parker?  May I have a word with you?" he asked

   `Here it comes' I thought.  My legs had turned to jelly and I heard a
distinct roaring in my ears.  Taking a deep breath I walked down the stairs
and stood by his side.  Once all the students had left Dan looked up from
his papers and offered a thick envelope to me.

   "Prof.  McCormick wanted me to give this to you.  He said it was your
last year's research manuscript and he had thought that he had misplaced
after rating it.  He told me to apologize again on his behalf and thank you
for not making a big issue of it.  And might I add that was generous of
you." His eyes crinkled on the corners when he smiled at me.

   Thrown into confusion by his close proximity I tried to hold on to my
composure.  Smiling back, I asked "Can I have a pen and paper?  I'd like to
thank him.  Hope you don't mind being the messenger boy."

   `Messenger boy?  What was I thinking?' Cursing my stupidity I reached
for the pen he offered and it fell on the floor and rolled to the side.

   `Damn' I thought and on reflex bent down to pick it up.

   It was then I realized my folly.  I had offered him a free view of the
twins that clutched at modesty with only a wispy lace covering the crack.
It was one thing to fantasize about doing something wild and another thing
to put it in action and I hadn't been planning to do this.  Mortified,
blood rushed to my face.  Time had come to a standstill and I was dying of
embarrassment.  I slowly stood up with the pen, turned and gave it to Dan.
I couldn't raise my eyes from the floor.  He cleared his throat and I
looked at him.  His complexion was heightened to shade of bright red and he
stuttered "Er thanks." With trembling fingers he tried to put the pen in
his shirt pocket and when it missed the pocket he cursed under his breath
and shoved it into his pocket.

   With a bemused look on his face he quickly gathered up his papers and
said "I will be taking your crack I mean- class day after tomorrow.  See
you then." Sliding past me he nearly ran out of the hall.

   I wanted to die but on the other hand I realized that he wasn't going to
forget me any time soon.  Pulling my skirt down a notch more I reveled in
my sexual power .The reasons for hiding my sex's appeal seemed immature. 
At best thinking of a school girl .I was now a young woman with both brains
and body.  It was time for the next move.  The battle had just begun.

   I came back home from the university bone tired and deep in thought. 
There were a number of assignments to do and my study buddy had become
someone's fuck buddy which meant that I would have to spend extra time in
the library.

   Stepping into the apartment I heard the loud blare of the television and
the guys were sprawled out on the couch and carpet in their jock shorts. 
The floor was littered with empty beer bottles and chip bags.

   If it was any other day I would have lost my temper and Kirk would be
cleaning up real fast but today I chose to be forgiving and ignored the
mess.

   Shutting the door with a loud bang I walked towards them and stood by
the couch.  Kirk sat up and asked "So did anything happen?"

   Feeling too tired to go into a long conversation I just turned my back
and bent in front of the guys and said "Well this is what happened!"

   Looking at my teensy-weensy thong the guys just said "huh?"

   Grinning wickedly I sat down next to Kirk and told them the sordid
details which had them in splits.

   Brushing tears of laughter from his eyes Patrick got and said "I better
get ready Jerome is coming to pick me up" and then he headed towards Kirk's
room.

   I looked at Kirk and asked "Who is Jerome?"

   Stretching out his long golden legs and scratching his belly Kirk lazily
answered, "Patrick's older brother.  He is a sergeant in the army."

   "Well that's nice; you'll have another guy to try your wiles on." I
teased Kirk.

   Putting a hair behind my ear that had escaped my pony tail Kirk replied
"No honey you can try your wiles on him.  He is absolutely straight. 
Anyhow I've got put some clothes on; you know first impressions and all
that."

   Saying that Kirk went into his room and I was left to clean up the
living room and then sat down to watch some evening news.  Ten minutes into
the weather forecast there was a knock on the door.  Knowing that no amount
of yelling would get Kirk to open the door I huffed and opened the door.

   A pair of brown eyes with yellow flecks met my eyes.  The face just fell
short of being handsome.  Straight sandy hair fell on his broad forehead
and full sensuous lips parted to reveal straight white teeth.

   "Hi I'm Jerome, Pat's brother."

   "Come on in.  I'm Katie."

   As I let him in a scent of Old Spice wafted to my nose reminding me of
my childhood memories on my uncle's lap.  My first love - with whom I had
watched a lot of Fourth of July parades on his broad shoulders and who had
fed me ice creams on hot summer days.  Old Spice reminded me of days of
innocence and laughter.

   Smiling at myself I closed the door and followed him in.  Pat stepped
out of the bedroom and greeted his brother with a hug.  There was a marked
difference between the two.  Patrick was tall and muscular while Jerome was
a bit shorter and leaner.  They didn't share any similarities as siblings.
Pat's chatter of open delight was met with quiet reciprocation.  There was
a fine brooding stillness about the man which intrigued me.

   Taking the chair opposite the two men sitting on the couch I made small
talk as we waited for Kirk.

   "So here on leave?" I asked

   As Jerome's eyes traveled down from my face to the toes and then
traveled back up to rested on my breasts.  I stared at him unable to
believe his open look, after a few heartfelt seconds his eyes came up and
met my eyes and he said "I was stationed at Okinawa" The heat in his eyes
made a shiver run down my spine.

   `Dan' I reminded myself `Dan' I chanted in my mind, but then Dan wasn't
here Jerome was.'

   "Yeah Japan the land of the geisha and gay matrix guys." Patrick joked
and broke the connection between us.

   Smiling at his brother Jerome queried "Matrix?"

   "Don't you know?  There is a cult following of the movie.  The guys
dress up like Keanu Reeves.  It's crazy man."

   Jerome raised an eyebrow at me and I just smiled

   Kirk came out of his room and introduced himself to Jerome with a shy
smile.  Jerome tipped his head and asked Kirk whether he would like to know
Pat's childhood grossest secrets.  A general air of camaraderie descended
between the guys and I saw Kirk breathe a sigh of relief as Pat's brother
seemed to like him.

   Yawning I stood up and made polite noises to excuse myself meaning to
give them time alone.  Pat had something else on his mind "Hey Katie, Kirk
and I were thinking of hitting that new Jucture-25 club do you wanna come?
I mean Rome can keep you company."

   When I protested a bit Jerome smiled and asked "I'd love to take you out
and anyways these two gays are there to chaperone you."

   Just then Kirk coughed and said "We wouldn't make good chaperones for
her would we Pat."

   Laughing a bit Pat headed towards the fridge and came back with cans of
beer.  Passing them around Pat suggested that we wait a while as it was
still early evening and then leave.

   Sitting next to Jerome on the couch I could feel the heat of his leg
seep towards my naked leg.  The blood in my veins began to course a little
faster and I pushed Kirk (who was sitting next to me) off the couch and
told him that three people can't seat on the couch together.  But I didn't
move away from Jerome even though Kirk sat on the carpet and left ample
space for me.

   Realizing that Jerome smiled at me and the yellow flecks in his eyes
seemed to mesmerize me.

   Conversation began to flow easily between the three of us.  Again and
again the guys teased me mercilessly and on more than one occasion Jerome
put a comforting hand on my thigh when he came to my aid.  And then he just
left it there and I didn't remove it.  The hand seemed to brand me and I
began to imagine it trailing up my skirt and disappearing inside my blue
panties.  My breathing became erratic and a familiar heat began to invade
my cunt.  Stealing a look at him I wondered whether he knew how I felt.

   He gave me a lazy smile and his hand caressed my thigh.  My panties
became wet with the juices of my arousal and I sucked a breath in.  I
wanted to be alone with him and wondered how to get rid of the two butt
heads who seemed impervious to what was happening between Jerome and me.

   I looked at Pat and said "Well what time do you want to go?  Isn't it
getting late I mean it's still the middle of the week"

   To which Pat laughed and said "We mean to party the night through, don't
we Kirk?" Kirk nodded and stood up.

   Jerome however had other plans in his mind .He looked at Pat in the eye
and said "Why don't you two carry on and we will follow you after a while?"


   I couldn't believe my ears but held my peace.

   Smiling at me both the guys nodded in unison and stepped out of the
apartment.

   By now my heart was pounding in my ears and my palms were sweaty.

   Leaning towards me he asked "Do you want me to stay?"

   Tongue- tied I nodded.

   Kissing me on my neck he asked "You know what will happen if I stay?"

   To which I nodded again.

   Opening the buttons of my blouse one by one he whispered against my ear
"Cat got your tongue?"

   To which I replied by showing him my tongue.

   Looking at my tongue he said "Do you know what happens to women who show
their tongues to men?"

   "No I don't know what happens to them."

   Taking my glasses off, he turned his head a bit and said against my
mouth "They get kissed."

   It was my best kiss ever.  His tongue did delicious things inside my
mouth and his hands opened my blouse and unhooked the bra.  My breasts
spilled out in his hands and as he touched them my clit began to get
swollen with arousal.

   My hands had a mind of their own - opening the buttons of his jeans,
pulling the zip down my right had groped for his swollen dick while the
left hand caressed his left inner thigh through the rough fabric of the
jeans.

   Pulling away from me he took off his shirt.  I stared the mat of blond
hair on his chest and wondered what it would feel like when I put my head
on it.

   He wickedly smiled and said "Now we are equally naked."

   "Oh yeah?  I'm all for inequality between the sexes" I smiled at him
naughtily and pulled his jeans along with his boxers down.

   A thick seven inches male organ greeted me, nestled in glorious thickset
of blond curls.  Cupping his balls in one hand I began to love his prick
with my mouth and hands.  Groaning he grabbed a fist full of my hair and
pulled my mouth closer and said "Suck it hard baby." As I began to suck him
to the back of my throat he began to grind against my face.  His heavy meat
pulsed in my mouth and my senses were assailed with his musky male smell.
Grabbing his buttocks I decided to give him the best blow job I could give.
Taking his dick out I began to lick it and then slowly sucked it in,
twirled my tongue around it in circular motions and finished off hard sucks
on the crowning glory.

   I wanted him to cum in my mouth.  I wanted him to loose his control in
my mouth.  But he pulled my head back.  Looking up into his tawny eyes I
saw a gleam of golden lust and he pulled me up and said "Babe let's take it
slow shall we?"

   Pulling me hard against his furry chest he kissed me again.  Sucking my
tongue into his mouth he opened the button of my jeans and shoved his hand
inside my panties and began to stroke my swelling cherry.

   Moaning against his mouth, I felt a triangle of pleasure form from my
nipples to my cunt.

   I was on fire.  Ending the kiss I stared into his eyes and said "Do you
want to fuck me or play like teenagers?"

   "Wowee I got myself a tigress.  Ma'am if you want a fuck you will get it
right here." With that statement he pulled my jeans and panties down and
buried his mouth in my clit.  As he sucked and played with my pussy lips,
he made me take my jeans and panties off totally.  Holding his head against
my red bush I began to keen with pleasure.  Tiny shudders began to grip my
nerve ending.  Looking down at him worshiping my womanhood nearly took me
overboard.

   The keening noise became pleasure screams and I could hear him say
against my cunt "Yeah baby enjoy this, there is more to come"

   Unable to stand anymore I began to sway a bit.  Jerome stood up, took
off his jeans , picked me up in his arms and headed towards the bedroom.

   Laying me down on the bed he asked "Want more foreplay?"

   Pulling his naked body over mine I said impatiently "I waited too long
to fuck, to hell with foreplay.  Done too many of those but now I want to
be fucked till my pussy is too sore to want anymore until next week

   Laughing he teased his cock up and down near the hungry lips of my cunt
and whispered playfully "Are you honoring my cock?  Is the college gal
going to be de-flowered?"

   Wanting to feel that hard cock drive its length all the way in my hot
wet cunt I panted "Yes, you fucking prick you are my first.  Does that make
you happy?"

   "Nah, just hornier than ever." With that statement he gently slid into
my waiting pussy.  Pain flooded through my cunt and the lips of my pussy
wanted to throw the new inmate out.  Grabbing his shoulder I sucked a
breath in.

   Kissing my neck he said softly "Hang on, it will get better."

   He slowly began to move in me.  Whimpering as the shafts of pain sliced
through my cunt I bit my lip drawing blood.  His big cock drenched with my
juices slowly broke through the angry barriers.  His restrain was
remarkable, kissing the sweat on my temples and eyes he asked "Do you want
me to stop?"

   His consideration made me open my eyes in surprise.  His eyes showed
lust mingled with tenderness.

   Tears welled to the sides of my eyes.  I couldn't believe my luck.  He
was being considerate when most men would have taken their pleasure. 
Raising my hips I slowly undulated against him pushing the pain to the back
of my mind.

   Taking my actions as a yes he began to increase the tempo.  Pain became
mingled with pleasure.  His cock felt rigid against the roof of my cunt and
when it hit all the way to my cervix, pleasure began to assault my senses.
The hard drive of pleasure was so ruthless that I couldn't breathe. 
Bucking and grinding my hips against him I wrapped my legs around his hips
to open my pussy more to his raging cock.

   Harder and harder he drove into me and the lips of my pussy demanded
more nailing.  "Fuck me harder." Grabbing his buttocks I tried to make his
movements faster.

   Laughing and panting in the same breath he nipped me on the shoulder and
said "Watch us.  It's so damn erotic"

   He pulled his torso a little away from me but kept pounding in me. 
Seeing my red bush melded against his golden curls heightened my arousal to
higher peaks and I lost control over myself.

   Staring into his eyes hard I told him "I don't want anymore games.  I
want to cum hard and fast.  Fuck me you bastard.  I'm you're whore for the
night.  Do with me what you want."

   His eyes blazed at my vulgar talk and he took me like an animal.  Gone
was the restrain , gone was the gentleman .  In his place was a raging
mindless beast driven by carnal wants and lust.

   Pounding like a raging bull he made my cunt a well of pleasure that
demanded more and more drilling.  Juices flowed and lubricated his dick,
making him slid in me all the way in and I could feel his balls pumping
against me.

   Bucking and grinding against him I climbed peaks after peaks.  Shudders
racked my body but there was no relief.  Tears of pleasure began to flow
down my cheeks and I began to scream louder and louder.  And just as
suddenly an explosion overtook my body and I shook with unbelievable
pleasure.  The orgasm racked through my body and made my toes curl.

   Trying to catch my breath I looked at my heaving lover.  His rock hard
dick was serving me well.  Lying under him satiated I wanted to still
pleasure him.  Grinding against him I put my hand between his butt cheeks
and trailed my hand from his arse hole to his balls.  Massaging that area
harder and harder I heard his grunts become pleasure cries.  He bucked
against me real hard making my cunt quiver with pleasure again and before I
knew it I climbed the peak with him again and again and fell alongside with
a keening wail.

   Morning came in all its sunny glory.  And I woke to a man sleeping in my
bed.  It wasn't Dan who had plucked my cherry but a man I had just met. 
Gently lifting his hand off my breast I grabbed a robe and headed towards
the living room.  I had to tell Kirk about my night of passion, the
numerous positions that Jerome taught me.  But what I wouldn't tell him
would be my dilemma about my sexuality.  I had been mooning over one man
but had taken another to bed.  Did that make me a slut?

   Shrugging the thought out of my mind I smiled at Kirk who was holding my
first cup of morning coffee and had raised an inquisitive eyebrow.

   Any woman who had had two mind blowing sexual encounters in a week would
consider her self lucky and be content with her life, well content at least
for a week.  But I wanted more- I still wanted Dan Metellus the Professor
Ancient economic history despite the one night stand with Jerome.

   I had been huffing and puffing after that big gorgeous wolf for over a
week but this little piglet hadn't been treated like a tasty morsel despite
the much wriggling of the tail.  The wolf apparently had been taking
lessons in sainthood.

   The 'bending down episode' seemed to have an opposite result.  He was
avoiding me like plague.  He taught with his eyes staring straight and
after giving assignments he walked out briskly with his female fans
following him around the campus like sticky toilet paper.  I was beginning
to lose hope and began to keep to myself.  Kirk tried to keep my hopes up
but he too had begun to feel that maybe the Professor was an ethical man
who didn't fuck his students and wasn't going to make an exception.

   Sighing to myself I watched as he handed back the rated assignment
papers.  I hadn't done a good job this time and wasn't expecting a
spectacular grade but when my sheet came to me I was in for a shock he had
given me a D minus.  I had never received that low a grade since my
kindergarten art class.  Staring at the paper I felt my cheeks flame and
blood rushed to my ears.  This was humiliating for me and from the smirk on
Anna's face, who had passed me my assignment sheets, it wouldn't be long
before it became a public knowledge that the brain of the class had fared
so badly.

   'Fuck the whole nasty bunch' I thought and glared back at her.

   There was a cough and I heard Dan say "I have written a time on the back
of the sheets for the students I would like to meet in my study.  If any of
you would like to make a change meet me after the class" and with that he
began his lecture on Chengez Khan the Mongol Invader.

   On the back of my sheet the time given was six in the evening which
meant that I was the last one to be berated.  He was going to make life
difficult for me.  Sighing I tried to concentrate on the matter at hand and
when Kirk tried to see my assignment I pinched him hard on his thigh.

   Raising his eyebrows at me, he snatched the paper, and when he saw the
grade his brows climbed even higher on his forehead.  Flipping the sheet he
saw the time and a smile slashed across his lips.  Giving me the thumbs up
sign he went back to making notes on his laptop and when I tried to pass
him a written note about my feeling crappy about it he refused to look at
it and shoved it inside jeans his pocket.  At that very moment I wanted to
kick the butts of both the Professor and Kirk's all the way to Timbuktu.

   After the lecture ended I watched the usual swarm of students descended
on the Professor again and walked out with him.

   Turning towards Kirk I saw him holding his 'A' graded sheet against his
puffed up chest.  I snapped at him and said "Don't be a juvenile Kirk, it
doesn't suit you."

   Smiling at me innocently he replied "What's the problem Katie?  Can't
get your mind to move from your libido to your books?  Or is it because
you're scared of the Professor?"

   Stepping out of the hall with him I grumbled "Just that I have to meet
him so late.  The class load is heavy today and I will be real tired by
evening and you know that after six in the evening the buses run after an
hour.  So I won't be home before seven thirty.  That self-absorbed jerk."

   Putting an arm around my shoulder he walked alongside to the next class
and said "Don't call the fellow names.  You bought it on yourself.  If it
makes you feel any better Patrick and I can cook dinner tonight."

   Patrick was now practically living at our apartment.  They had made
their 'coupledom' public to whoever was willing to listen and they were
always together.  After a while it became too nauseating for me to watch
them coochie cooing all the time and I expressed my feeling quite candidly,
to which they laughed indulgently and said that I should find someone to
love not fuck.  They were assholes in love.

   'Thanks' I said to him and mumbled under my breath about the endless
candle lit dinners and violins that were drove me crazy every night.  And
as Louise the hag marched in to take our next class, Kirk settled down next
to me and said "I heard that."

   The rest of the day passed very fast and the butterflies in my stomach
refused to settle down.  And before I knew it was about six in the evening
and I was standing outside the heavy oak door of his study.

   Just when I raised my hand Saul came out and smiled at me and said
"Welcome to the Lair.  I barely managed to escape with my skin intact."

   Walking into the study my eyes grew accustomed to the dark surroundings.
Wood shelves were lined with books and a scent of sandalwood wafted to my
senses, soothing my nerves and prepared me to face what lay ahead.

   "Ah Miss Parker how are you?  Have a seat." Staring at the man sitting
behind a big desk I sat on the edge of the chair.  He looked a little grime
making my heart miss a few beats.

   'He is not going to eat you up, you nincompoop.' I chided myself and
held the mangled assignment sheet tighter in my sweaty palms.

   "Can I have a look at your assignment Miss Parker?" he asked Gulping a
breath in I smoothed out the tortured sheets and passed it to him over the
desk.  Raising an eyebrow over their tattered, damp condition he went
through the four sheets and then sighed.  Getting up from his chair he came
around and sat down on the desk next to me.  His leg touched the back of my
fingers that were clutching the arm rest of the chair and heat raced down
from my fingers to the pit of my stomach.

   Sighing he bent down a bit and put the assignment on the desk in front
of me and said "Katie this is your first assignment and it's downright
lousy.  You topped your class last year and this doesn't reflect your
caliber.  It's well below average.  What's going on?"

   Looking at him in the eye I nearly told him that my cunt was interfering
with my brains.  That all I could think about was sex with him in different
positions, that all I could think was seeing him naked in my bed.

   But all I did was bite my lip and look down at my clenched fingers.

   Tipping my chin he looked into my eyes and said "I know there is this
attraction between us Katie and it's time we did something about it or else
it will interfere with your studies."

   I couldn't believe my ears 'What did he mean by that?  Sex?' My mouth
went dry and I just stared at him.

   He stood up and said "Stand up Katie and bend over the desk."

   "Huh?" I stared up at him

   In a strong voice he said "Move your ass and bend over."

   Feeling nervous and excited I stood up and bent over his desk.  The cold
wood chilled my skin and made the nipples hard against my bra.  Closing my
eyes I wondered what was coming my way.  I heard him push the chair back
and then he pushed my skirt up and pulled my red thongs down.

   Taking deep breaths in I told myself to remain calm but then a cry of
surprise passed through my lips when I felt a light welt of pain streak a
horizontal line on my buttocks .  Turing to see what he was doing I saw him
holding a scale in his hand.

   "What the?-" "You need to be punished Miss Parker.  This is for your own
good.  Please look ahead while I dish out what you rightfully deserve."
Another whack followed his words

   "This one is for distracting me in class" Whack three hit my buttocks
and made me close my eyes

   "This one is for wearing the blue thong and making me so horny that I
cancelled the rest of the day's lectures"

   Whack Four followed but this time the slight physical pain mingled with
the pleasure that was waking up in my pussy.  I pushed my ass a little
higher to meet the much deserved punishment

   "This one is for your bad assignment Miss Parker and the last one is a
warning."

   The last whack was followed by a caress by his hands .

   Closing my eyes I rested my head against the cool wood and wondered what
would be the next course of action.

   There was silence for a few seconds and then I felt his hands cup my
butt and he leaned on my back and whispered in my left ear "Have you learnt
your lesson Katie?"

   Feeling his cock push against my hot stinging buttocks I nodded

   He bit my ear and strained his cock harder against my hips.  The cloth
over his cock brushed hard against my tender skin and the friction made my
arousal even more intense.

   Wanting more I whispered "Yes but-"

   He grabbed my breasts from the back and leaned into me and said "Are you
questioning my authority Miss Parker?"

   Feeling his hands caress my breasts through the clothes I tried to frame
a thought in my mind .  But my body was treacherous and all I could think
was of the heat that was building up in my cunt.  My clit was swollen and
the feel of the hard cold wood against my vagina made me want to turn and
fuck him then and there.  But he was the master here and if I wanted things
to head my way then I had to submit to his rules.

   "No I'm not questioning your methods"

   He began to rip my pink blouse and I could hear the little buttons
popping out.  His hands then massaged the tops of my breasts.  I wanted to
tell him to tear open my bra and hold my breasts .  My nipples were pebble
hard and demanded his attention.  Groaning I brought my arms to my sides
and pushed on the wood a bit.  I heard a low laugh and felt his hands pull
the blouse of my shoulders.  He then unzipped my skirt and pulled it off my
legs one by one.  As he came up he kissed each of my smarting cheeks and
rested his face against my butt.

   Then I felt the cold hardness of the ruler move up and down on my crack.
Sucking my breath in anticipation I wondered what he would do next.  But
what he did shocked my sensibilities and yet made me buck a little in
pleasure.  He gently moved the scale against the swollen lips of my clit to
and fro.  I couldn't take it anymore, my nipples and cunt demanded more
than what they were being given.

   Holding my bra covered breasts in my hands I moved against the long
width of the scale.

   He whispered against my ear "You like that don't you?"

   "Yes" I panted.  The heat in my clit was building up.

   "You're a real hot bitch you know that?" he said and I heard a metallic
sound and then heard a sound of his pants falling to the ground.

   And as he parted my butt cheeks he said "You deserve what's coming to
you .  Teasing me the way you did , all I could think about was fucking you
hard so you would cum but again and again"

   He then shoved his cock into my tight asshole.  Feeling his hard muscle
plunge into my ass the pain drove me a little crazy.  Unable to hold back a
little cry I moaned "ow it hurts."

   To which he pushed harder and said "So it should, punishments are
supposed to be pleasurable"

   But his words belied his actions.  He moved back a little, adjusted a
bit and began to fuck me in the ass.

   Soon enough the pain was overtaken by pleasure, the nerves around my
hole began to pulse and send shivers of desire to my clit.  But access was
denied so I began to buck against him.

   "More" I whispered "I want more.  Take me from the front, fuck my pussy
."

   But he laughed, moved his hands from my waist and tore open my bra,
causing my brown tits to fall into his waiting hands.  He began to twist
and pull my nipples as he moved in me and as he plunged into my hole he
panted into my ear "don't talk back.  I will do as I please."

   Unable to stand the pleasure that was reeling my senses I began to moan
louder.  The juices from my clit began to stream down my thighs and
frustration made me thrash my head back and forth.

   "Cant wait huh?  Want to fuck me that badly eh?" his smug voice filled
my ears.

   Turning my head a little I looked into his flushed face and said in
defiance "I've wanted to feel your cock in me since the moment I laid eyes
on you.  I've wanted to see you cum in me, to feel the spurt of your hot
seed in my hole.  I've wanted to be fucked by you Professor Metellus every
frigging minute."

   He stopped and stared at me.  He then moved away and I felt his cock
slide out of my arse hole.  Turning me around he pulled me up in a sitting
position and kissed me on the lips.  He cradled my head in both his hands
and sucked and nibbled on my lips and slowly moved his tongue in and out of
my mouth as if his tongue was fucking my mouth.

   I moaned against his mouth and held on to his arms.  And I realized that
he was still wearing his shirt.  As he kissed my mouth and the sides of my
neck I opened the buttons of his shirt and then plunged my hands in to feel
the smooth skin it held within its fold.  Looking down at his hard proud
eight inch cock I let my fingers drop from his chest to enclose his manhood
in a loving wrap.  He groaned and leaned into my hands.

   Reveling in the power I had over him I measured the unleashed power in
my hands and lightly ran my fingers up and down the eight inch length and
unable to stop myself I pushed him away , got down from the table and paid
homage to his beauty .

   His breathing became shallow and I could hear him pant.  Sucking his
dick I felt the thick length pushing towards my palate and he moved closer
towards my mouth.  Holding his tight buttocks I pulled him closer and began
to suck his cock hard.  It was my big sucky , my hard lollipop and I meant
to draw the hidden nectar into my very being.

   Massaging my head he rasped "God, I dreamt about this for so long.  I
wanted your lips on my dick.  I wanted to feel you hold my balls in your
hands.  But what I want most of all is to know your sweet, delicious
pussy."

   Pulling me up, he picked me up and laid me on a leather couch that was
next to the table.  The cool smoothness of the leather against my naked
body made the whole situation more erotic.  Spreading my legs wide I began
to massage my clit and smiled up at him.  A low laugh rumbled in his chest.


   Bending down on his knees next to me, he removed my hand and began to
eat my pussy.  His tongue rasped against my clit, delving in between the
tiny divide between the lips he rotated his tongue and at the same time
sucked the lips.  Pleasure fizzled through my thighs and a hot flame of
desire curled in my womb.  Bucking against him I pulled his head closer to
my bush and with the other hand I twisted my tit .

   The juices began to flow and the smell of my aroused sex mixed with the
smell of the incense.  I couldn't stop the keening noises from escaping my
lips and I wanted hs cock in me.  Pulling him up I stared into his spring
green eyes and said "I want you now.  Can we stop playing?"

   "Sure babe.  Let's make some noise." And with that he slid his hard
length into my waiting cunt.  The walls of my cunt lovingly closed around
him and as he slowly drilled into me, sweet hot pleasure engulfed my
senses, turning my body into a hot house of pleasure.

   Wanting to give him total access I wrapped my legs around his waist and
thrust forward and felt him plunge deeper and deeper.  His dick seemed to
be reaching deep into my mouth of my cervix.

   "Like it?" he rasped "Should I stop?" and he slowed down his movements

   "No" I begged "fuck me harder" I whispered "How hard?  Like this?" And
he bucked against me like an ardent twenty year old and just when I was
about to climax he slowed his movements and fucked my cunt slowly and
thoroughly.

   "You prick" I panted wanting the orgasm that was denied.

   Nipping my neck he chuckled and said "what's the hurry?  Got a bus to
catch"

   I dug my nails into his buns and replied "I want more.  Cant play like
this anymore."

   "So we stop playing.  Lets pay attention to the lesson I am teaching you
then." As he said that he grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my head
back.  Tears clouded my eyes but I stared into his emerald eyes and thrust
against him.

   Kissing me hard, he began to pound in me in long deliberate strokes and
with each thrust my cunt quivered demanding more and more pleasure.  My wet
pussy began to tremble and I lost all control.  Screaming as the waves of
delight pounded my cunt I gyrated against him willing the climax to take me
to higher planes of ecstasy.  He bent down and bit down on one of my
bouncing breasts.  Pain and pleasure mingled together and drove me over the
edge.  Orgasms after orgasms racked my body and he stabbed his hard rod in
me one last time and I felt his hot wad shoot deep within my pussy.  He
came in me long and hard and as he tried to catch his breath he laid his
head on my breast.

   Gently he nudged his satiated dick out of my cunt and lay back on the
couch and pulled my back against his chest.  We lay together in silence. 
His large hands began to play with my tits willing them into hard nipples.
I sucked a breath in and felt his hand travel down towards my clit. 
Rubbing our combined juices of love over my stomach he began to create more
wet heat in my clit.

   Pleasure snaked around my cunt and slithered towards my womb and I began
to move my hips against his flaccid dick, waking it up again.  He parted my
butt cheeks and drove his prick into my asshole.  The pleasure was too much
.  His clever fingers drove into my pussy and his prick fucked my arse. 
Moaning and gasping with hot delight I lifted right thigh and put it over
his waist giving him more access to my cunt.  His nimble fingers found my
G-spot and the resultant pleasure drove me out of my mind .  As I multi-
orgasmed he rolled me on my stomach and drilled his hard cock into my tight
hole.

   My body had become his fucking rag doll.  Biting down on my shoulder he
grabbed my breasts and fucked me harder and harder.  And just when I
thought the rod would drive me mad with unending pleasure he surged and
shuddered against me .  His hot cum branded me as his and seeped out of my
hole.

   Getting off me he lay back on the couch and rubbed the cum on my back
and said "You are the best fuck I've had in a long time."

   Laughing under my breath I snuggle my arse against and him and tell him
"I'm not gonna fuck again.  My pussy is too fuckin sore."

   He chuckled and replied "That's what you get when you wriggle your sweet
arse in front of a horny professor."

   An amicable silence descended on us.  Just then we heard a knock on the
door and heard a voice call out "Professor Dan?  It's me Louise, I've come
for the evening coffee you promised me."

   Shocked we both stared at each, Dan hadn't locked the door.  We
scrambled for our clothes but it was too late.

   The door opened in slow motion and in walked the frigid Louise Beard.

   Frozen like a couple of naked jack rabbits caught in the harsh glare of
the speeding headlights we saw horror seep into her winter blue eyes.

   A trembling hand touched her mouth and she softly said "Oh my god!"

   The only word I could use to describe the situation was 'terrible'. 
Louise had caught us newly fucked and naked.  There she stood by the door
with her hand on her mouth as if it was the first time a Professor had
seduced his student.  Her cool blue eyes swept over our nakedness with such
condemnation that I could have curled up in a corner and died.  Rooted to
the spot I felt a hot blush heat up my body and I stared at the floor hard,
willing it to open up and swallow me in.

   Dan seemed to realize my feelings as he gently pushed me behind him and
stared at Louise.  To her I was just a fly on the wall, her prey was Dan.
They stared each other, each unwilling to back down, each unwilling to give
away the territory covered.

   The silence in the room screamed in my ears and tears gathered in my
eyes.  I had done nothing wrong I reminded myself.  But I knew that this
could have meant the end of Dan's career at the University and I would
never be able to live the scandal down.  With trembling hands I clutched
the clothes closer to my body but couldn't bring myself to wear them.  It
seemed as if even a slight movement would have exploded the room and ripped
us apart limb to limb.

   Unable to stand the thick undercurrents in the room I noisily cleared my
throat and broke the face off between the two.  Louise blinked and looked
at me.  Her shrewd eyes seemed to burrow into my soul and made me feel like
a cheap whore.  I stared at my crumpled clothes and tears of shame streamed
down my cheeks.

   I heard a sigh and looked up to see Louise's expression soften.  She
shook her head at me slightly and then said to Dan "I will leave you two
alone to get dressed then we need to talk".

   She then walked out of the room and closed the door behind her.

   Unable to stand anymore I sank down on the nearby chair and covered my
face with my clothes.  Dan knelt down next to me and tipped my chin up but
I kept my eyes closed.

   Kissing away the tears from my cheek he gently said "Hey it's not that
bad."

   I opened my eyes to see him look a bit pale but quite composed.

   Unable to hold the flood of emotions I stuttered "If this gets out it
might damage your career."

   Laughing under his breath he asked "Well we can avoid the damage to my
career if you marry me."

   I stared at him too surprised to reply to his outrageous statement.

   He smiled at me and said "No?  In that case I will just have to kill the
old bird." It was then that I realized that he was joking.  I gave him a
shaky smile and stood up along with him.

   Kissing me on the forehead he said "Louise isn't all that bad.  You'll
see.  Now let's get dressed and face the dragon."

   As we got dressed I thought of what might happen.  Would Louise give us
a run down or a cold treatment?  My mind drew a blank and my body seemed to
run on adrenaline.  Taking in a deep breath I looked at Dan.

   He touched my cheek and said "Ready?"

   Louise was standing near a window smoking a cigarette.  In the fading
light of the dying sun she looked younger than her age.  Pale golden rays
of the sun glistened on the golden strands of her hair and her gaunt figure
was softened by the lengthening shadows.

   We walked up to her like guilty children.  She turned and looked at us
from head to foot.  Raising an eyebrow she said "Why don't we talk over a
cup of coffee.  It's been a long day for all three of us and I'm sure you
two must be more tired than me."

   Not waiting to get a reply from either of us she turned and briskly
walked towards the University Cafeteria.  The Cafeteria was crowded as
usual, looking around Louise was quick to find an empty table and marched
over there and we followed.

   Sitting down we stared at Louise who seemed to bide her time.  She
picked up a salt shaker and twirled it round and round on the table. 
Unable to meet her eyes I stared at the shaker and the noise it made grated
my nerves.  We were little insects in her web with no where to run.

   Dan gently squeezed my thigh under the table and spoke to Louise "So
what can we do for you Louise?"

   Settling back on her chair she folded her arms in front of her chest and
said "Why don't you tell me Dan?  You know it's not ethical to sleep with a
student."

   Dan gave her a feral smile and answered in a very calm voice "No Louise
it isn't and it isn't ethical to sleep with a fellow Professor who is
married."

   That caught my interest.  I began to realize why Dan hadn't been
shitting bricks back in his study.  He knew things about Louise which she
wouldn't want to be public.  This was turning into a deadly game and I
seemed to be a pawn in it.

   Intrigued, I stared at Louise whose eyes had widened just a bit and her
thin lips clamped down in a thin line.  Feeling the weight of my stare the
old bird looked at me and said rather sweetly "Katie why don't you get some
coffee for us while Dan and I have a little chat."

   I felt rather miffed, being dismissed like a school girl but then I
couldn't make a scene which would have made me look immature.

   With a huff I got up and went to the ordering counter.  After ordering
coffee I turned to stare at Louise and Dan.  Their heads were bent together
and they seemed to be in deep conversation.  I would have given an arm or a
leg to know what they were discussing.  But I knew that I would be kept out
of the Teaching staff politics.  There was no reason for Dan to fill me in
either just because he had fucked me.

   When I returned from the counter with a tray of coffee and cookies the
tension on the table seemed to have dissipated.  On my approach they both
smiled at me and I was dumbfounded.  What happened in those five minutes?
What had they discussed with brought about such amicability?

   I had been on an emotional roller coaster the whole day and this was the
last straw.

   Putting the tray down I sat down next to Dan and asked "So is everything
is all right?"

   Louise arched a well defined eyebrow and said "So she does have a
tongue."

   Dan chuckled and replied "Oh don't get her started.  She has a sharp
tongue and a temper to match it."

   Louise laughed and said "Well Dan you never did go for the bimbos.  Even
if it was frivolous sex."

   'Frivolous sex?  That did it.' I glared at the two snots and said "Will
you please stop talking as if I'm not there?"

   Dan laughed and patted my leg.  Taking a bite of the cookie he said
"Well now that everything is sorted out I think we all should head back to
our respective homes."

   By now I was at the end of my tether.  I glared at him and said "How can
things be sorted out in a matter of five minutes?  You two were going to
tear each other apart and you Professor Louise made me feel like a slut."

   Louise shrugged her elegant shoulders and replied "If you swim with
sharks you have to get used to a few bites here and there.  And anyhow
there is a bit of a slut in all of us.  If you must know Dan here had been
reminding me of some of my famous sexual escapades.  Life is all about
experiences and personal accountability."

   Taking a sip of her coffee she continued "My only concern was that you
might have been using your sexuality to get ahead and that cannot be over
looked."

   That did it.  Anger swarmed in front of my eyes and I snapped at her "I
don't need to use 'my sexuality to get ahead' I am a straight A student in
case you don't remember."

   "Sure" Louise gave me an all knowing smile "but of late your work has
been suffering."

   I opened my mouth to reply but Dan cut me off "Her assignments do seem
to have gone down the tubes but to be fair to Katie she wasn't the one who
seduced me, I charged her with loaded guns." And he winked at Louise.

   I couldn't believe it Dan just cracked a dirty joke with Louise.  I had
enough of the emotional roller coaster ride.  Adrenaline was now replaced
with exhaustion.

   My shoulders dropped and I and said to them "I need to go now.  I'm very
tired so if you two don't mind I will leave now."

   Dan smiled at me and said "Sure Katie you go on home.  I'll see you
tomorrow in the class."

   With that statement he looked back at Louise and I realized that I had
been dismissed.  I felt a pang in my heart.  I had been fucked and thrown
away.  Back in his study he had been a gentleman and here he was a callous
fellow.

   'Fuck him' I thought 'Louise can have him.'

   I got up and left the table without a backward look.  Thoughts of anger
and frustration followed one after the other and I felt stupid and used. 
Here I had been salivating after this guy and he used me and then threw me
like a cheap rag.  Lost in a dark reverie I walked out of the Cafeteria
towards the bus stop.

   Standing at the curb side I felt tears gather behind my eyes again.  I
couldn't believe it I was crying like a weak female again.  What was I
expecting?  Was I expecting Dan to offer me his heart?  What we had between
us was just raw sex with no strings attached.  So, why the fuck was I
crying?

   Suddenly I heard a car horn and through my tears I saw Louise lean out
of the window and ask "Which way are you going?"

   Hoping my tears didn't show under the dim street light I answered "Shady
Ville"

   "It's on my way.  Hop in I will give you a lift."

   I couldn't believe my ears; Louise was giving me a lift.  Wonders never
ceased.

   Brushing my tears away I got into the passenger seat of the steel BMW.

   Sinking back in the plush seats I looked at Louise who stared into my
red eyes and said "Tears?  Are you crying over Dan?"

   Anger was still bubbling in my heart and I snapped "No - these are just
tears of rage."

   She started the car and gave me a rather knowing smile and said "What
were you expecting?  That he would drop you home after a date?  It was just
a fuck.  There doesn't have to be meaning behind a sex act.  You should
know that at your age."

   Not wanting to get into a repartee with her I stared at my knapsack.

   Louise however continued talking "This probably must have been your
first or second time right?" she looked at me briefly

   Knowing it would be too rude not to answer I said "Second time."

   She laughed softly and patted me on the shoulder and said "You will get
used to not putting too much emphasis on sex.  You do know that there is a
difference between fucking and loving right?"

   I nodded and wondered why she was telling me these things.

   She kept talking as she drove down the busy streets "When I was your age
the sexual revolution had just started in the sixties.  You know the bra
burning and sleeping with just about anything that walked on two legs
without the fear of AIDS?"

   I was becoming comfortable with her and said "Yes my mother talks about
that decade rather wistfully."

   Louise seemed to become more animated as she remembered her youthful
indiscretions "Your mother had good reasons to be nostalgic.  In those days
we all knew sex and Mary Jane quite well and yet we didn't deviate from our
chosen paths.  In fact I did just about any attractive man that came my
way." She laughed at her last statement.

   I couldn't understand why she was telling me all this so I asked her as
to why I was being told something so private.

   Giving me a rather shrewd smile she said "I know you will not gossip
about my past transgressions as I know your present one.  And anyways I'm
quite sure Dan would let you know sometime soon.  So I figured it would be
better if I gave you the real story than the exaggerated stuff that still
floats around the staff room."

   As she drove I saw the shadows from the street light throw splashes of
light and shadows on her profile.  I was seeing her with new eyes.  She
didn't seem like a dried up prune any more but a more like a matured wine.

   'Funny how bias colors the way we view people.' I thought

   She had a colorful past and I was all ears.

   Wanting to know more I asked "So who was Mary Jane?"

   "Mary Jane?" She raised her eyebrows "You don't know sweet Mary Jane? 
Kids of this generation know nothing." She shook her head and chuckled.

   "Do you want to know how meeting Mary Jane changed my life?"

   I nodded in agreement.  She smiled at me and said "It's a long story and
we can talk about it over a drink.  There is a good Irish pub just down
this street without loud music so we can relax and talk at a normal tone.
Want to go?"

   I couldn't believe it first I got to fuck Dan and now I was going to
share a drink with the formidable Louise also I could do with some raw
liquid travel done my throat.

   I agreed and she turned the car to a small street to her left and
stopped outside a rather nondescript looking building.  As we got out of
the car she looked at me and said "This place is owned by an ex-cop, one of
my oldest friends."

   Opening the door the smell of cigarettes and cigars wafted and clouded
and blanketed my senses.  Walking in after Louise I saw a dimly light bar
which was fashioned like an old tavern with barrels and worn out wooden
chairs and tables.  People of all generations were sitting there and many
greeted Louise as she weaved through them.

   Walking behind her my eyes fell on her round butt that swayed like a
dancer's to and fro, the rhythm of lust and sex in her very step.  Men of
all age stared at this older woman who exuded sex appeal.  Louise was an
enigma I wanted to unravel.  During the day she was a cold hag and at night
a ravishing tramp.

   Who was she really?  A woman who had seen it all, done it all, or just a
sham?  Facing her I slide into a booth and felt her dynamic personality
over power.  She smiled at a passing waitress and ordered two gin and
tonics.

   I couldn't believe her audacity.  That was rude of her I would have
ordered a drink for myself.  But I kept my peace despite her heavy handed
behavior.

   Settling back on couch she looked at me and asked "I hope you don't mind
my ordering drinks.  You see I have this slight trouble with alcohol and I
don't like to deal with temptations."

   I looked at her in the eye and said "Does that mean you have an alcohol
problem?"

   With a level eyed look she answered "The word is 'had'.  I had an
alcohol problem.  I've been sober for about ten years."

   The waitress put the drinks down and Louise paid her off with a smile.
When I protested that I wanted to pay for my drink she scoffed at me and
told me not to be silly.

   Nursing her drink she stared at me for a few minutes.  Her intense gaze
made me feel like a deer in the lair of a hungry tigress.

   Shifting on my seat I asked her "So you were going to tell me about Mary
Jane."

   Taking a sip of the gin she began to talk "My association with M.J.  was
through my second boyfriend Ryan.  Ryan was a real looker.  You know the
typical blue eyed blond beach boy looks.  Our relationship revolved around
raw sex.  We couldn't keep our hands off each other.  But sex alone did
bind me to the man but it was his fetish to have sex in all kinds of risky
places that attracted him to me."

   She laughed and continued to recount "We had sex in my bedroom while my
parents were in the living room and they had lived in a three bedroom
apartment.  We even broke into the Dean's office back in college and Ryan
had fucked me on the big oak table and then on the Dean's squeaky chair."

   Seeing my shocked look she smiled playfully and looked like a sex cat
that had just licked the forbidden cream.  Gazing deep into my eyes she
asked "Do you want to know how we fucked?"

   Taking my silence as a yes she continued "When we entered into the
Dean's office he pushed me down on the table.  He yanked off my panties,
unzipped his pants and shoved his hard cock into my waiting cunt.  I still
remember how good he had felt in me.  Smooth, hard and so forceful.  He
drilled in me at a very slow deliberate pace and when my pussy began to
flow with the juices he pulled out and bent down and ate my clit.  That man
used to love the taste of an aroused pussy.  He was very good at oral sex.
His tongue would flick on the lips up and down, and then he would suck them
and finally delve his tongue deep into the recesses."

   As she spoke she opened the top buttons of her lavender blouse giving me
a clear view of her cleavage.  Clicking her lips deliberately she continued
"He knew how to make me cum by just eating me.  And once I had come he
would flip me over and fuck me in the arse.  He would rub the juice from my
cunt and rub it on my hole and then plunge deep into my tight hole.  You do
know the pleasures of anal sex don't you sweet Katie?"

   She knew I was getting turned on.  I was visualizing her being fucked
out of mind in a very risky situation and somehow I had started to find her
very attractive.  My breasts had become hard nubs and I wanted to stroke my
pussy which was swollen with arousal.

   I merely smiled and nodded my head and asked her to continue.  Lighting
a cigarette Louise took a long drag and reminisced "Ryan always loved to
fuck me in the ass.  For him it was a power game.  A little pain mixed with
a whole lot of pleasure.  He would ram into me hard from the back and
stroke my clit with his clever nimble fingers.  I still get turned on when
I remember how hot my cunt as he played with it.  The pleasure from my
pussy would shoot up to my covered breasts and even if I touched them there
would be no relief.  Ryan would then reach over and tear my blouse and grab
my tits.  I was never allowed to take my clothes off.  Ryan always tore
them off."

   Taking another drag Louise looked at me through the haze of smoke and
continued "He loved to twist and turn my pert nipples.  With one hand he
would play with my nipples and with the other he would stroke my clit and
all the while fucking me from the back.  The pleasure would drive me over
the edge and I would cum with uninhibited screams.  He would then flip me
back on my back and before I could draw a breath would savagely take my
pussy as if I was a whore and shoot his load in me hard."

   Listening to Louise I felt the arousal grow.  I wanted to fuck her and I
couldn't believe the demands of my raging body.  I wanted to feel her lips
on my clit.  I wanted to grab her hair and force her face closer into my
pussy and have her eat me out.  I wanted her to suck my breasts.  I wanted
to dominate her and fuck the bitch out of her mind.

   Sucking in a deep breath I closed my eyes and clenched my fingers into
fists on the table.  I was attracted to a woman and I couldn't believe it.
Her hand reached over and stroked my right fist.  Gently she stroked the
knuckles and opened my fingers.  I opened my eyes and saw a knowing
expression on her face.

   She leaned over and said "Ride the wave of desire.  Your clitoris
clamors for relief doesn't it?  Come and sit with me"

   She patted on the seat next to her.  I went over and sat next to her. 
Her hand began to massage my thighs and she began to talk "Ryan had a twin
sister called Claudia and she looked quite a bit like you.  Tall, sexy,
with ample breasts, tiny waist and oh so fuckable." Her fingers between my
thighs and she began to rub my swollen clit.  Her nimble fingers began to
rotate on my nether lips and then delve deep to find the G-spot.  I spread
my legs under the table and gasped.

   Louise smiled and continued "Whenever we went to meet Claudia she would
always sit extra close to me.  And even though at the time I thought I was
in love with Ryan I was attracted to her.  So one day she came over to my
dormitory for a night spend under the pretext of a girlie night.  After a
night of clubbing Ryan dropped us off at my dorm.  I had only one bed and
so Claudia and I naturally shared it."

   She licked her lips and began to move her fingers within me harder and
harder.  Waves of pleasure pulsed through my body and I longed to grab her,
throw her on the floor and fuck her hard like a man.  Moaning I grabbed her
hand and let her tweak my clit"

   "Ah sexy, fuckable Katie do you want me to continue the story?" My
breasts were heaving and I could barely answer as desire coursed through my
veins "Yes - tell me about Claudia"

   Claudia didn't even ask me if I wanted to have sex with me.  She just
lay down on top of me and kissed me hard on my lips.  That was the first
time I felt a woman's lips on mine.  She was a better kisser than her
brother.  As her lips plunged deep into my mouth her fingers pulled up my
night shirt and she plunged her fingers into my clit.  She pulled and
tugged on my nub hard the way I am pulling yours and I too cried out the
way you are doing right now."

   She was talking close to my lips, each word was sent her hot breath
against my panting mouth and unable to stop myself I covered the distance
between us and kissed her.  Pushing my tongue through her teeth I tasted
her sweet nectar and felt her pull harder at my clit.  I wanted more but
this was a public place.

   Pulling back from me Louise whispered "All in good time my hot cat learn
some patience." She then increased the rhythm of her fingers on my pussy.
Unable to stop my hips from grinding I felt a hot surge of pleasure explode
my senses.

   Throwing my head back I tried to concentrate on her story and asked
"then what happened?"

   Panting with arousal Louise continued "She made me cum hard against her
fingers and as I came she tore open my night shirt and sucked on my pink
nipples.  The feeling was too much and I fell over the edge again and
again. Claudia then lay on top of me and began to grind against me like a
man.  She told me that she wanted to fuck me like a man, that I was her
bitch like you are mine.  Ah Katie I want to fuck you like Claudia fucked
me.  Yes come for me baby yes come."

   With that she drove three fingers into my drenched pussy and I came hard
and fast.  As I came I imagined her naked body on top of me fucking me
hard, feeling my breasts, clutching my hips and biting my lips.  Shudders
pulsed through my body and as I caught my breath Louise said "let's go to
the wash room."

   Silently I adjusted my clothes and walked towards the ladies room on
wobbly legs.  Louise walked along with me and had a proprietary hand on my
butt.  She caressed it once and I didn't give a damn as to who saw it.

   Once there she grabbed my arm and took me into one of the tiny cubicles.
Pulling of her skirt she shoved my face towards her pussy.  Spreading her
legs a bit she gave me access to her blond bush.  This was the first time I
was eating pussy and I wanted to do a good job of it.  Parting the lips I
delved straight towards the nub and gave it a suck.  Louise moaned and I
knew I was on the right track.  Sucking, licking and using my fingers I
drove her towards the edge.

   Mired in her fluids I grabbed her silken butt and pushed my tongue
harder into her clit.  I heard buttons popping and realized that she had
opened her blouse and was feeling her tits.  Wanting to suck the beauties I
stood up and grabbed one of the pink tipped nipples and began to suck on
it. The nipple felt like a little pebble in my mouth.  She took one of my
hands and put it back on her pussy.

   I shoved two of my fingers into her hole and searched for her G-spot.  I
drove my fingers hard into her cunt and felt her juices trickle down my
fingers.  Grabbing my head against her boob she whispered "Faster!  Fuck me
faster."

   As she began to cum against my fingers I felt my cunt swelling again.  I
wanted to grind my cunt against hers.  Bending down I loved her cunt and
felt her convulse against her.  Once she was spent I stared into her eyes
said "I want to lie on top of you and fuck you like a man.  I want you to
be my bitch."

   A devilish light gleamed in her eyes and we stepped out of the cubicle
and lay down on the floor uncaring whether it was clean or not.  She lay
down and I quickly lay on top of her.  We didn't have much time someone
could have walked in on us.  Wanting satisfaction as quickly as possible I
grinded my cunt against hers.  The heat in my pussy began to coil tighter
and tighter but I couldn't have an orgasm.  Frustrated I stared at her .

   She chuckled and said "Claudia too couldn't get satisfaction.  I was her
first woman and she too wanted to dominate me.  She too soon realized when
it comes to sharing pleasure there is no dominant one.  Lie back Kat."

   I got off and lay down on the cold floor not caring.  She began to eat
me.  Her expert tongue and fingers drove me over the edge and I let out a
cry as I came.

   As quivers of little pleasures delighted my nerve ends she sucked my
breast a little came up and said "You want to come back to my place for the
night?"

   Smiling up at her I said yes.  Getting off me she reached into the
cubicle, wore her skirt and adjusted her blouse.  It was then that I
realized that we had fucked with most of our clothes on and in a place
where anyone could have walked in on us.  The situation was similar to the
one between Ryan and her.

   Looking at her cold reflection in the mirror I asked her "So what about
Mary Jane?"

   She laughed and said "Do you remember the Bob Dylan song about the
Tambourine man?  And do you know what it symbolized?"

   I shrugged and replied "A dealer?"

   She smiled and said "Well one can say that Mary Jane was the Tambourine
Man's lover."

   It was then that I realized what she was talking about.  I chuckled at
the times when my mother talked about Mary Jane wistfully and I had thought
that she was talking about a long lost friend.

   When I told this to Louise she let out a hoot of laughter and said "If
you want to meet M.J.  and Dan then we better leave for my apartment."

   "Dan?" I asked

   Walking out of the rest room, she looked back at me with a raised
eyebrow, the cold bitch had reappeared and said "I forgot to tell you that
I had promised Dan that I would have a talk with you and then bring you
back to my apartment for a night cap."

   I was finally coming to understand Louise who was a sleeping volcano
under an iced peak.