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*******************Read Me First************************************
My erotic fiction stories are for adults only. If you are not at
least twenty one years old, please do not read this story. It
contains explicit sex and is not to be read if you are underage or
live where it is illegal to do so. The characters and places in
this story are completely fictional and any resemblance to anyone
or anything real is completely accidental and coincidental. Re-post
of this story is only permitted if the posting site is free and
non-commercial.
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
(a Pen Name)
Copyright 2000
*************************Thank You***********************************
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
Chapter 18
Back at School
Dean Stevens quickly agreed to help the Wentworth's with their
landscaping the next day and the two nude women moved back to the pool
area to take a hot shower and get dressed.
Patty saw Kate's watch and realized that Charlie the cabbie would soon
be at her house to take her on a day of shopping. Patty quickly
explained her situation to Kate. Kate insisted on taking her shopping
and they'd go to Patty's house now to tell Charlie that he wouldn't be
needed. Besides, she said, "I want to see your house anyway."
They got to the Wentworth home just after Charlie and gave him the bad
news. Patty borrowed ten dollars from the Dean and gave it to Charlie
for showing up. He was very gracious toward the two sexy women and
reassured them that: "I'll be happy to drive you anytime, anywhere you
need." He handed each of them one of his cards and drove off with a
smile and a wave.
Patty took Kate into her home and showed it off to her. At the pool,
Patty told of her morning swim with Junior and husband Bob. Kate
pressed her for the sexy details and, listening to the sexy story,
soon both women were hot again. They kissed and caressed each other.
They stripped and jumped into the pool, getting horny and grabbing at
each other. At the shallow end they ended up in a close embrace and
went hand-in-hand to the lounge chairs to make love for the next hour
or so.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Meanwhile, Junior and Bob, now Professor Wentworth, returned to campus
and began their daily duties in the Chemistry Building. Junior got
the labs ready for the students and Doc tended to his office work.
Next, Junior checked his list for Patty's office needs. He saw that
the telephone circuits had been installed and the new chair, waste
basket, and fax machine had been delivered. He made a few calls and
arranged to pick up her computer in the afternoon. Taking his list of
what she'd said were her needs, he went to the supply room and filled
a box with pencils, pens, post-it notes, tablets, Fax paper, and what
ever else he thought she might need.
Doc found that one of his grad students had left a voice mail message
that she was ill and couldn't oversee her morning lab as scheduled.
She said that she'd called around to find a replacement but no luck.
She asked him to "Please sit in for me! I've been to health center
and they told me absolutely I'm not to get out of bed today. I
apologize for this and I'm sorry for the late notice. Thank you
Doctor Wentworth."
He checked the master schedule and saw that her lab began in 15
minutes. The lab experiments and the teaching points were basic and
he knew them well. After all, he had written the entire lab program
to mesh with his summer lesson plans. He checked his personal
schedule and verified with the secretary that he was clear. After
asking the secretary to extend her lunch hour and take the ill
graduate student some flowers (nothing fancy; just an early summer
bouquet) and make sure she didn't need anything, he closed his office
and went to the lab.
Once he was resigned to it, Doctor Wentworth began to look forward to
the lab. Because the summer session was so short, labs were twice as
long as normal. He enjoyed working directly with students and the
labs offered an opportunity to work one-on-one with the young minds in
a relaxed setting. He'd forgotten to get a detailed lesson plan off
the computer so he went to Junior's office to borrow his copy. He
found him piling boxes of supplies on Patty's desk.
"Junior, I've got to take the 10AM lab; Carol is out sick. Do you
have the lesson plan? I didn't have time to pull one off the
computer."
"Sure, Doc. No problem. Here's my weekly set; page 29 is where
today's 10AM lab starts. I'll pull up the detailed one from the data
base and print it for you. It'll take 20 minutes for me to bring it
up, print it, and bring it to you. Go ahead and get started with this
and I'll be along with the more complete one as soon as possible."
Doctor Wentworth thanked him and went back to the lab reviewing the
planned experiments. Junior used his computer to access the
department's data base, find the proper lab lesson plan, and cued it
up to print on the department's big document printer. He locked up
his office and went upstairs to the main offices. The printer was in
the Dean's office suite , next to the secretary's work area. The
summer replacement for the department secretary, who was overseas for
the summer, was a luscious babe who was the wife of a wall street
financier who was getting his doctorate in finance. She been an
executive secretary to some New York banker and was one of the most
efficient, professional women he'd ever met. Naturally, the
department secretarial duties, especially during the summer, paled
compared to her high-powered city job. To keep her from getting bored
stiff, the Dean and Professor Wentworth had sat with her and agreed
that she could do personal research when ever she wanted, as long as
it didn't interfere with her duties or be a profit to anyone except
for her own education.
The last time he'd been up to see her, she'd been deep into an
analysis of the current and projected relationships among the Euro-
bank, the Federal Reserve, the IMF, and the World Bank. Heady stuff.
He was able to help her with her computer access to the University
library's files; he couldn't help looking down her top at her ample
bra encased breasts and at her slim thighs below the hems of her
shorts as he leaned over her to instruct her on the intricacies of the
somewhat chaotic data bases of the too rapidly expanding University
computer system.
He walked quietly to her open door and stood mesmerized by the sight
of her ass in tight satiny runner's shorts as she bent over at the
waist looking for something in a bottom drawer of a file cabinet.
When she reached up to brush some blond hair off her face, he was sure
that he could see some bare breasts under the loose top she was
wearing. Even though he'd been fucked and sucked thoroughly in the
last 12 hours, the sight gave him the beginnings of another erection.
He moved back away from her door and, clomping his feet loudly, he
approached again. This time he called out to her: "Hi Julie! How's
it going!" as he entered her office. She stood, turned, and her
million-watt smile lit up her face.
"Hey, Junior. Good to see you! What's up?" Julie asked.
Junior had met her husband several times and, though he was
thoughtful, kind, and very serious, he wondered how well he was
treating this gorgeous hunk of woman flesh. He'd never been the least
bit forward with her, but, looking at those braless big tits under the
thin spaghetti-strap top, he wondered again if it was at all possible
that he might get to suck one some day. He sighed to himself.
"I've got the 10AM lab lesson plan printing for Doc Wentworth. He's
taking Carol's lab; she's out sick. I hope the printer is up and on-
line!"
He noticed her eyes on his crotch and the bulge there. `OK,' he
thought. `Look at my boner and I'll look at your tits and ass!'
She brushed a few hairs back, straining her top's thin cotton across
her protruding nipples. "It should be all right. I ran a ten page
document for the Dean earlier and it printed duplex, collated, and
stapled perfectly without a kick, slap, or cuss word."
Junior went to the printer and saw that his print outs were coming off
fine, just not yet finished.
"Yes, I heard about Carol." Julie continued. "Doc wants me to take
her some flowers and make sure she's doing all right. He sure is
sweet; taking the time to be sure she's OK."
"Yeah, he's like that. He's quite a contrast to some other Profs;
they don't even know their G.A.'s (graduate assistant's) names, much
less care if they live or die. He's a new breed of professional
college academics; he actually cares about their well being," Junior
replied as he thought of how Doc had `taken care' of him the previous
night.
Grabbing his completed print out, Junior hastened to leave. "See you
later. I've got to get this down to him right away."
"Hey," she called after him, "I could use some of your knowledge on
accessing another data base that's at State U. Come see me when you
get a chance, OK?"
"Right. Will do." Junior called out as he hurried out the door. `I'd
like to cum all over those bouncing breasts of yours,' he thought. `I
could strip off those skimpy shorts, lay you back on the Dean's desk,
and eat your pussy until you screamed!'
Other lewd thoughts crossed his mind about how he'd like to `help out'
Julie, but too soon he was at the lab. It seemed to be in chaos with
25 students rushing around the lab, getting chemicals and glassware
for their experiments. All were in white cotton lab aprons and
goggles, required safety measures. The students were to prepare their
experiments in their own work areas and then move to the special
vented, explosion proof `testing chambers' to run the necessary
reactions. There was lots of chatter and some confusion as the
unprepared students floundered, trying to decide exactly what they
should do. It was rather stupid. Every student had before class the
description of each experiment and, with a small amount of effort
before they came to class, they'd know exactly what to do and what to
expect. The biggest complaint was always the Lab Notes. These were
to be scribed by each student in special note books, detailing each
experiment and the results. The unprepared were always running out of
time and having to stay over to complete their notes. It was a real
headache for him and the G.A.s. But, as Doctor Wentworth insisted, it
was the most valuable of teaching points. "Even a mediocre chemist
with good notes can succeed; those without will ultimately fail," he'd
say.
Pulling on his rubber apron and donning his goggles, Junior went to
the Professor with his complete set of lab lesson plans. He was
involved with one of the smarter students (ie: one who was prepared),
discussing the student's concern that another reagent would be better
for a particular experiment.
"Yes, you're right in the specific sense," Doc was telling him. "It
would work just as well, if this weren't a learning situation. First,
it would cost three times as much to provide it for the students.
Second, we're testing the procedure here. The chosen chemical is more
broad spectrum and will give different reactions to errors in the
procedure, thereby helping distinguish what's gone wrong. And
thirdly, your reagent is very volatile and could explode if
mishandled. Yes, you are correct, but in our teaching environment we
need to use the one provided. I'm impressed that you thought of this
and if you'd like to write up on one page your suggestion, make a
hypothesis, and project the results, I'll consider it for a special
extra lab for you to try it out. OK?"
The young student stammered "Thank you sir" and moved back to his
tasks very pleased that he made a good impression on `The' Doctor
Wentworth.
Junior, again at awe of his Professor's teaching and human skills to
educate, please, and encourage each student as best he could, handed
the lab lesson plan to him. He took his master set back and turned to
take them to his office when a female student had an accident right
next to them. A flask she'd been preparing had slipped and hit the
lab table with a loud *SMASH*, splashing herself with a bright red
liquid. Most of it had landed on the table or floor, but her cotton
apron was covered with red and some had splashed on her face and
goggles. Doctor Wentworth immediately saw that there was no hazard
from the spilt liquid, but lab rules required the student go
immediately to the overhead spray and rinse off. He nodded to Junior
to help and he took her arm and walked her to the open mini-shower.
She realize where they were headed and protested. Junior held her arm
and pulled her to the safety area as he lectured: "You know the rules
here. You splash; you shower! No exceptions. Now get in."
Junior centered her under the water spray head and raised her hand to
the chain pull to release the water as he untied the back of her
apron. He didn't recognize her, suddenly realizing that she must be
one of the new `wonder girls'; honor students admitted early so they
could start their classes right after high school graduation. They
took advanced placement tests and many could skip most of their first
year of college moving right to second year studies. She did as most
of the first-time users of the shower. They'd pull down too hard on
the chain pull and get drenched instead of a simple light spray.
"Whoa, whoa. Enough all ready!" Junior laughed as he pulled the
soaked apron over her head and threw it into the corner. "Pull gently
on the chain and you'll get a gentle shower. Its not like you got
splashed with acid. Now do it slowly."
This time she did it easy and the light spray washed her face. Junior
pulled off her goggles and she pulled the chain again to finish the
rinse. She was very embarrassed and forgot to go gently. She blasted
herself with another deluge that wet her hair, blouse, and shorts.
She let go and began to cry with humiliation at her wet hair and
clothes. Junior quickly stepped to the lab closet and got her a
couple of big, fluffy towels. As he returned he saw the water running
down her very curvy legs and that her blouse and bra were soaked,
turning them transparent. Her pink erect nipples poked deliciously
thru her top and her wet white shorts showed a dark pubic area.
`Lord above!' thought Junior. `What a fine piece of seventeen year
old female we've got here!'
Junior handed her one towel and knelt down in front of her to dry her
legs. He stared at her reveled bush as he patted her legs dry.
Finally, he wrapped his towel around her waist and looked up to see
her drying her short brown hair. The vigorous rubbing was doing
fantastic things to her tits. The big boobs wiggled and jiggled.
Junior had another huge erection. He stood and nearly wilted as her
big brown eyes welled over with huge tears running down her cheeks.
Turning her away from the class, he escorted her out and over to the
ladies restroom with the two towels wrapped around her.
"I'm such a stupid klutz!" she sobbed. "I always do everything
wrong!"
"Come on! It's OK! It's only a little water!" Junior tried to
console her. "Listen, I'll go get your purse and bring you some more
towels. Now go in the restroom and I'll be right back." Junior
pushed her tight little bottom into the ladies room. `Nice ass! I
wish I was seventeen again!' he thought as he got the towels and
purse.
"Hey you!" Junior called into the women's washroom. "Hey wet head.
Come get your purse!"
Shortly she returned, still sniffling and feeling bad. He handed her
two more towels and her purse. She was completely draped in the first
two towels and Junior wondered if she was naked under all that damp
fluffy cotton.
"What's your name?" he asked but she was shuddering with the wet cold
and couldn't get anything out. "Ah come on! I can't keep saying `Hey
You!' My name is Junior. What's yours?"
"Em . . . .Emily!" she managed.
"OK Emily. Go get as dry as you can and I'll be back with something
to cover you up. Don't take more than 10 minutes. You're missing a
lot of the lab. I'll help you get back to the procedures and see you
thru the rest of the lab. OK? I'll go clean up the mess and you get
ready to get back to work. Remember, only 10 minutes."
Junior cleaned up the broken glass, wiped down the counter, and mopped
the floor. He got out a clean flask, made the proper solution, and
got a clean staff rubber lab apron for her. He went to the restroom
to get her but she was all ready outside waiting on a bench. She sat
with her head down, still embarrassed. The four towels were neatly
folded beside her on the bench, next to her purse. Her hair, still
damp, was brushed and she appeared ready to go back to work, though a
little damp. She had her arms crossed over her breasts, hiding them.
Junior sat down and decided to take a few minutes for attitude
adjustment. "Look Emily, I know you're embarrassed, but you shouldn't
worry about it. The worst of it was the shower and getting all wet.
Everyone who first uses the shower soaks themselves. No matter where
you go in Chemistry, or other labs, there are the same safety showers.
You just learned early how to not do it. Right?"
She nodded and murmured "Yes".
"I got you this sexy black rubber apron like mine and you can wear it.
Don't worry, nobody saw your exposed chest except me. And I won't
tell a soul. Why should I? I saw a little bit of heaven and I'm not
going to go bragging on it."
Emily looked up quickly and stared at him. Her lower lip quivered and
she looked like she was going to cry again. Junior quickly took her
hands and held them softly as he consoled her: "Look, you're
beautiful. You've got a great body. Soon all these hunky guys are
going to start hitting on you and you'll need a thick stick to beat
them away. Don't be ashamed of what you got! Last spring there was
this girl in a lab with me that wouldn't stay out of the shower. Four
straight labs she found some way to get in the shower. She never wore
a bra and enjoyed giving all the guys eyefuls of her wet T-shirts.
Unfortunately for her, she wasn't very well endowed and it became a
big joke. The girls called her skinny-mini and the guys called her
wet-head-Fred!"
Emily smiled and giggled a little.
"You are one of the early-entry honors students, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"That means you're smart and you've been selected as one of the very
best. Don't let this stupid situation get you down. All those other
students are working wildly and trying to keep up against really
brilliant students like you. I saw your lab sheets and I can see that
you've prepared yourself for these experiments. What do you say? Are
you ready to get on with it? Or are you going to sit here and feel
sorry for yourself? Which is it? Go, or no go?"
"She thought about it and said: "Let's go!"
Junior smiled and told her to stand up. With great ceremony, he
unfolded the black rubber apron and, with one last glance at her fine
nipples and breasts, put the top loop over her head and turned her to
tie the back strap. He handed her the goggles she'd showered in, now
dry, and again pushed her butt toward the lab.
"Go get-um, tiger." He encouraged her. "You know, I know some girls
who'd pay top dollar for a sexy rubber apron like yours."
Emily turned and stuck her tongue out at him and strutted ahead into
the lab and around to her work station. She put her purse in her
personal drawer and got back into the swing of things. She quickly
got her first experiment ready and moved to the testing chamber. She
had it all correct and the procedure was perfect. She finished and,
before cleaning, took five minutes to complete the notes in her
notebook. Junior took a minute to find the Prof and speak to him.
"She's OK. She's mostly rattled that the shower drenched her and made
her clothes see-thru. She's got the first experiment complete and,
though I'll help her get the next ready, I think she'll still complete
all the experiments today before some of our less-prepared students.
I'll hang out thru the lab and keep an eye on her. However, as silver
tongued as I am, I'm sure she'd appreciate a word from you when you
get a chance. Her name is Emily. She's young, but appears to be
Nobel Prize material. See if you can think of a funny joke. I got
her to giggle, but I bet you could get her to laugh. She needs it.
If we can get her thru today, I think you'll have a high-achieving
student."
Doc Wentworth agreed and said he'd be over in a little while.
Junior returned to Emily's work station and helped clean the first set
of equipment as she readied for the second experiment. He glanced at
her note book as saw that she'd described the first experiment
flawlessly and even diagrammed the set up of the equipment with each
piece labeled and the reactions clearly explained. The second
experiment went as planned and she happily noted the results as
required in her lab note book. Junior helped clean up and, seeing as
how she was back on schedule with the rest of the class, left her
alone for the third experiment.
"Hey sexy lady in black rubber, I think I'd better leave you be or the
rest of the class with be demanding their own bottle washer too.
Besides, I don't want to be taking all the time of such a pretty young
lady."
Emily turned, smiled, and untied the apron. She pulled it over her
head and faced him with her shoulders back and chest stuck out,
nipples still very prominent. "And just what makes you think I'm so
young?" she demanded. "Or such a lady?"
Junior was surprised and stammered, "Ah. . . . well . . . . I just
thought that you were, you know, just out of high school and . . . ."
Emily moved close to him and batted her pretty brown eyes. She
whispered to him hotly, "I'm eighteen and I haven't been a virgin for
years."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Junior apologized. "Please forgive my foolishness.
Let me make it up to you. How about letting me take you to lunch
after the lab?"
She smiled. "OK, it's a date. Now get the fuck out of here so I can
finish!" She slipped back into her apron, adjusted her goggles and
turned back to her work.
Junior smiled to himself and moved around the lab, helping where he
could, but keeping an eye on his eighteen-year-old-non-virgin lunch
date. He saw that Doc Wentworth visited her and spoke softly to her.
She liked what he said and gave a big `Woop!' and laughed heartily at
his joke before he moved away. Thru the rest of the morning she
worked steadily and, even seemingly spending a lot of time on the lab
note book, she finished long before the others. Only two fellows, one
the `better reagent' guy, finished before her.
When Doc saw that she was done and cleaned up, he called everyone over
to her workstation. He announced: "If you all hadn't noticed, Emily
had an important discovery today. She had a small accident and
splashed herself with a solution. We have a rule here and the
introductory labs all stress it. I've discovered that the first lab
in this session did not mention it and it is my fault. So we're going
to all review it now. OK Emily, what is the rule?"
Emily had her apron off and her blouse was nearly dry, but her nipples
still stuck out thru her bra and blouse. She took a deep breath and
yelled: "IF YOU SPLASH, YOU SHOWER!"
Doc was impressed with her volume and said "Again, everybody shout:
IF YOU SPLASH, YOU SHOWER!"
Everyone yelled, even Junior. They all got the message.
Doc hushed the class. "Two more things. First, because Emily was so
brave and had to run her experiments while soaking wet, I bequeath to
her the Order of the Rubber Apron," taking the black apron and giving
it to her. "May she never spill a drop again but wear this apron with
pride and honor! And lastly, I want to speak to each of you
individually before you leave today. Thank you."
Most students were finishing up and Doc said it was OK if he left with
Emily for lunch. She went to check out and Doc asked for her lab note
book. He was going to look at each one and return them to the
students at the next lab. No grades, but he was looking for poorly
written notes; trying to find those who had need of specific help in
that area.
Emily grabbed her other books and papers and left with me. I went to
the office to get my wallet. She followed. She liked my office and
leaned back against the closed door when we got inside.
"Where are we going for lunch?" she asked.
I told her that the student center was cheap and close.
She said no, that she wanted to be outside on this warm summer day.
She still needed to dry out.
"You got a car?" she asked.
"Yeah, I do. Want to go somewhere special?"
"Yes, I know just the spot!"
"OK, let's go!" Junior was eager to be alone with her.
"Wait!" she demanded. "I want to see something first."
"What?"
"Your cock! Your dick, your penis. I want to see it. Now!"
"Here?"
"Yes! You show me your cock and I'll show you my tits!"
Junior smiled and thanked God for his benevolence as he pulled his
zipper down. Emily had her blouse unbuttoned and pulled it out of her
shorts. Junior fished his cock out and it slowly began to stiffen
under her gaze. No, she said, she want to see it all. He had to open
his pants fully and lower them to his knees. She wouldn't unhook her
bra if he didn't. Junior complied quickly and Emily reached around to
her back and unhooked her bra. Dropping it to one hand, she lay it
over her blouse. Proudly she stood, shoulders back, pointing her
stiff nipples at him in their pink tipped glory. She moved to him and
stood only inches before him, letting her big boobs impress him. When
he lifted his eyes to hers, he saw her soft smile and sexy bright
eyes.
"You like?" she asked.
Happily Junior nodded yes.
"Good. Now I want a closer look at you."
She dropped to her knees and studied his half-erect cock carefully.
"Is it always this big?"
"No, it gets bigger."
She lifted her hand and asked, "May I?"
"Of course."
She cradled his cock in one hand and found she couldn't reach all the
way around it. She used her other hand and then was able to get her
fingers around it. Slowly, she moved her hands. First up, then down.
Softly, she skinned her finger tips up and down. His cock grew and
grew until it pointed to the ceiling in rigidity.
"My, it is big!" Emily exclaimed.
A drop of pre-cum appeared at the top of Junior's cock.
Emily looked at it and then up to Junior's face.
"Can I . . . .may I taste it?"
"Yes!" Junior almost groaned.
Emily leaned forward, extended her tongue and licked the pearly drop
from the swollen prick head. She swirled her tongue around in her
mouth and swallowed.
"Ummmmm!" she said. "Delicious!"
Before Junior could react, Emily had pulled up his pants, buttoned,
and zipped them. Then she got her blouse and put it on; buttoning it
up but leaving it hanging loose outside her shorts.
"My bra is still wet and my blouse tails are wet. Let's go." She
picked up her purse, put her bra in it, grabbed her books, and they
left.
End Chapter 18
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21st century will kill your body, rot your mind, and rape your soul.
***************Thank You For Reading My Story***********************
Mrs.James Wentworth Preston
(a Pen Name)
Copyright 2000
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