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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. Some real places are described, but all the
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************************ Thank You **********************************
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston - Chapter 84 - Intrepid Emily
*************************** Story Prolog ***************************
Justine is my name and I wrote this story. I live with my Husband,
James, and our kids, Junior and Maryann, in small town Midwest USA.
Junior is my college boy and Maryann just graduated from high school.
This story is about Emily, Junior's lover at college, and the surprising
help she gets from April, the University President's secretary, about
her dislike for personal fame. Later in the day, Emily's adopted Aunt
Louise surprises her with a visit to her dorm room.
Liz is Emily's friend who lives just down the hall in her dorm and Robin
is Emily's roommate, a senior trying hard to complete her degree
program.
Previous chapters can be found in the archives at ASSTR. Do a SUBJECT
LINE SEARCH in the ASSM section and search on MRS JWP. If you have any
difficulty, send me a note and I'll forward to you some step by step
instructions that Junior wrote. All those options and stuff in ASSTR
are confusing, but Junior's instructions are simple and easy to follow!
******************* Thanks for reading my stories *********************
****************** Mrs. James Wentworth Preston *********************
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
Chapter 84
Intrepid Emily
"Oh. . . . ooh. . . . . ah!" Emily sighed as she stretched upon wakening
in her dorm room bed after a good night's rest. "Hmmm!" She moaned,
feeling good as she rolled onto her side. Her eyes opened and saw her
roommate, Robin, sleeping her bed across the room from her, only five
feet away. "Oh!" she gasped, remembering how together they watched the
late night storm, easily seeing each other fully naked at the window in
the flashes of lightning. Remembering how surprised Robin was at her
nudity, telling Emily that she thought she was too goody-goody. Emily
foolishly bragged about her sexual escapades, not specifically, but in
general, saying how she had sucked cock, lost her virginity, and been
butt fucked. Remembering how she'd wondered if Robin had seen her butt
plug she'd been wearing, Emily had chuckled to herself at her thinking
that if Robin got huffy over it, she would not tell her that she loved
to eat pussy now too!
Emily tightened her anal muscles and, yes! She still had it in her ass!
Quickly she slid out from under her sheets, backed over to her closet,
and got out one of her new robes. She covered up and put on her shower
thongs. She grabbed a couple of towels, her shower bucket, and a fresh
tampon, taking them to the vacant floor shower room. After she hung up
her towels, Emily grabbed a sanitary disposal bag and went into a toilet
stall. She pulled out her used tampon, which was hardly bloodied, and
put it in the bag. Spreading her legs, she squat and popped out her
butt plug, dropping it in her shower bucket. Then she peed and pooped,
wiped, and went out and put the bag in the sanitary disposal waste can
for that purpose.
Emily took a brief shower, anxious to get to the gym. She decided that
she needed to go back, showing that the attack on her yesterday morning
after her workout was just a stupid incident, to be quickly forgotten.
She was going to prove that she'd not been frightened away from using
the University facilities whenever she wanted. After washing the butt
plug, she toweled off and returned to her room. Robin still slept,
snoring softly. Emily got out a clean workout bra and matching boxer
style shorts, this time in a sexy shiny bright green. Remember how
she'd worn the butt plug to yesterday's workout, she decided to do it
again. She quietly stepped over to her desk and, turning back to make
sure Robin wasn't looking, pulled out a tube of lubricant, slicked up
her plug, and slipped it into her happy ass. Quickly she pulled up her
shorts and put on the sports bra. Sitting, she put on her socks and
cross-trainer shoes. In her belly bag Emily put her ID, phone, keys,
and an extra tampon.
"Robin!" Emily called to her roommate. "Hey, Robin!" she said again,
shaking the sleeping woman.
"Huh? Emily?"
"Do you still want to have some breakfast with me?" she asked. "Do
you?"
Robin's eyes blinked open wide as she remembered, "Oh yeah! Sure!"
"I'm going to go workout. It's a little after six. I'll meet you at
seven in the cafeteria. Okay?"
"Off-kay!" Robin mumbled.
"Robin!" Emily laughed. "What time are we going to meet?"
"Seven!"
"Right! In the cafeteria. In one hour! See you then!"
Emily locked the door behind her and went to the shower room to put on
her matching head band. Humming happily, she had just eased the bright
green band around her forehead and checked her hair in the mirror, when
the Tiffany came in. She's the same lesbian who'd propositioned her the
previous morning before she went to workout.
"You again!" Tiffany laughed, walking around her, checking her body.
"You look great in green!" she stated. "Actually, I bet you look great
in anything, but you'd look best if you were naked," Tiffany cooed, "and
on my bed!"
"Not today," Emily laughed. "I'm going to go workout."
"Damn! Again?" Tiffany made a big deal out of it. "Didn't you hear
that some guy attacked a girl jogging from the IM Gym? That's where you
go, isn't it?"
"Yes," Emily replied quietly.
"So, do you think it's safe? Why don't you come to my room. It'll be
much safer, and a lot more fun!"
Emily grinned and turned to face Tiffany. She pointed to her upper
arms, "See these bruises? That's what that pig did! For that, I put
him in the hospital! He's been dismissed from school and banned from
all State University campuses." Emily went to the door, Tiffany's mouth
hanging open in surprise, "I don't suppose there's any other guys stupid
enough to mess around with me, but if they do, I'll crush their balls
just like I did Bob's!" Emily's voice trailed after her as she went out
into the hall on her way to the gym.
Suddenly behind her the shower room door banged open and Tiffany stood
in the middle of the hall in her robe shouting, "Way to go girl! Way to
fucking go!"
Emily, just going into the stairwell, smiled back and raised her tight
fist in the air, a show of triumph, and went down the stairs two at a
time. She jogged through the lobby, saying hi to the desk girl, and
went out the door. The desk girl, having seen Emily yesterday with both
the University President and 'The' Professor Wentworth, was amazed
because she too had heard of Emily's assault. She dashed around the
desk and peered out the window to watch the beautiful Emily do a few
stretches and, like a streak of green freshness, dash across the vast
green lawns, through the occasional ray of sunshine peeking through the
lower leaves of the trees, on her way to the gym.
"That's a girl," the desk monitor said to herself, "You show 'um how
intrepid you are!"
Surprised at her choice of words and proud that she knew Emily,
especially that they lived in the same dorm, the English major senior
ran back to the desk and called her roommate, happily telling her that
she'd seen the 'Intrepid Emily' on her way back to the IM gym.
At the gym, the same coed attendant stood open-mouth while Emily signed
in and handed over her ID for a towel.
"You!" the coed stammered. "You! It was you, wasn't it! That Bob
attacked. It was you, wasn't it?"
"Yes," Emily replied, a little confused. "Is there a problem?"
"Problem?" the girl giggled. "No problem! At least, not anymore! Boy,
you sure did take care of that asshole! That lady campus cop was here.
Wanted to see the official complaint I wrote about him hassling you!
Ha! I didn't have it. I'd already sent it in to the Intramural Board.
She told me what you did and I want to shake your hand!" she stuck her
hand out over the pile of towels and Emily took it briefly. "You're
going to be famous," she added. "The girl from the campus paper, 'The
Daily Hunter,' was here and she wants to talk to you. The city paper
called and got my story and they said that they wanted to talk to you
too. Here's their numbers. They asked me to give them to you if I saw
you."
Emily looked at the piece of paper and shook her head, saying, "I'm not
interested in any publicity. Let's just say that a public predator has
been removed from campus and leave it at that."
"That's a big mistake Emily," the girl replied. "The story will get out
anyway, with or without your help. It's not bad publicity, it'll only
embarrass you, and you don't want that! But you could, with some
appropriate comments and facts, use the opportunity to alert the women
of this campus, and the town, about a potential problem and promote the
anti-molestation training given by the University clinic. I'm a junior
in public relations and I'm telling you straight. Grab the moment! Use
the situation, don't let it use you!"
"I don't need this kind of hassle," Emily replied. "I've got school
work to do."
"Don't we all. If you want, I can contact the clinic. They can help
protect you from needless questions. After all, there is a law
protecting the identities of assault victims. You could meet with them,
learn a few facts and telephone numbers, and have an anonymous 'no
photos' private interview with the press, you could tell briefly what
happened, what you did, and how you learned rape prevention. Then give
the names, addresses, and telephone numbers of campus and city groups
that can help."
"Well. . . . I. . . . ah. . . . " Emily didn't know what to say to this
convincing woman.
"Oh come on Emily! This is a great opportunity to be a vital asset to
all the women on the campus!"
"Oh hell!" Emily cussed, "Okay. I'll think about it. Write your name
and number on that back of that piece of paper with the newspaper's
numbers. I've got to talk to a few people and I'll get back to you,
okay?"
"Thanks Emily," the coed said as she wrote on the paper. "My name is
Sheila and the first number is my apartment, I have a recorder, and the
other is here. It's my summer job. Call anytime. Even if you don't
want to do this stuff, I'm still very appreciative of what you did. All
the women on campus appreciate it!"
Emily took the paper and put it in her belly bag, figuring to get
April's advice - she might have a suggestion or two about the situation.
Emily went through her 'Boob's and Butt' fitness routine fully, without
the distractions of guys hitting on her as she exercised.
When she finished, out at the towel desk, she found Sheila happily
taping up a new sign that read, in bold type: 'This Intramural Board
facility is for use by Orion students only. Athletic Department and
Physical Education students are not allowed. Their facility is located
in the University Field House. Get directions here!'
"Neat sigh, huh?" Sheila said, proud of her efforts. "It just came in
the campus mail. I've been telling them to do this since last winter,
but it took you to make it happen. Finally, finally, I, *we*, can keep
out the assholes."
Emily threw her towel into the laundry bag and got her ID back from
Sheila, saying "I read recently about the proliferation of lesbianism in
college girl's softball teams. Will that keep out the dykes too?"
Sheila didn't miss a beat, "You bet! They come in here for the same
reason as the guys. Last spring we had two softball girls and a tennis
player that hit on a lot of girls, me included. No, I'm not prejudiced
against lesbians, but I'm not willing to workout and shower around girls
who lust my body and make advances. Those female jocks have their own
place to go. As far as I'm concerned, they're asshole too!"
"Thanks Sheila. I'll think about what you said and congratulations on
your sign. I'll see you tomorrow, that's for sure! And, I'd appreciate
it if you didn't talk to anyone else about this. I suppose you can talk
about yourself, I can't ask you not too, but please leave me out of this
until I decide what to do. Okay?"
"Sure Emily. From all the women here, thanks for what you did! See you
tomorrow."
Emily again loped over to the River Path and jogged back to her dorm,
thinking about all the hassle Bob had caused her. 'Yet, his foolishness
did make the IM Board put up signs to keep out jocks, male and female,'
Emily thought. 'I just wish all this would go away and let me be a
simple student again.'
Emily ran up to her dorm steps and halted, catching her breath and
cooling off before going into the cafeteria. She heard the campus
carillon chime the hour, so she knew it was seven o'clock, time to meet
Robin.
As she opened the door and went in, she gasped. A large sign was hand
printed, taped to the reception desk that said: 'Thank you Emily the
Intrepid!"
"What?" Emily cried as she went over to the desk girl. "What's this
'Intrepid' stuff."
"Intrepid means brave, courageous, fearless! That's you! The whole
dorm is talking about you and what you did. You're a heroine!"
Emily remembered what Sheila the PR girl had told her and realized how
correct she'd been. She couldn't stop it, she could only control it!
"Well, ah, thanks!" is all she was able to say.
"You deserve it, Emily. I hope if I get assaulted, I'll do as good as
you."
"Have you had any rape prevention or anti-molestation training?"
"No." the coed replied. "Should I?"
"Of course," Emily said, realizing how right Sheila was about needing to
get out information about prevention training. "Would you do a favor
for me?"
"Sure!"
"Look up in the campus directory and find the numbers for any prevention
groups on campus. If you don't find any, call the clinic and ask them.
I need those numbers. And, if you have the time, call the city police
department or city hall and see if they know of any anti-rape or anti-
assault classes held in town. Can you do that for me? I'd really
appreciate it. I'd do it but I've got to meet someone now and I've got
an important meeting at 10AM."
"Sure, Emily. I'd be glad to."
"What's your name?"
"Oh! I'm Connie."
"Good Connie. I'll check with you in a little bit! Thanks."
Emily went into the cafeteria and got juice, a banana, and an apple.
Robin wasn't down yet so Emily went over to an empty table to wait, and
think.
'This is getting ridiculous,' Emily thought. 'It's such a stupid thing,
but I can't stop all the praise and adulation. Sheila was right. All I
can do is bury my head in the sand or use the situation to promote
assault prevention.'
"Hey roomie, what's the long face about?" Robin asked, holding her
breakfast tray.
"Oh, Hi! Sit down, sit down!" Emily said, looking around and realizing
that other girls were looking at her and talking about her.
Just then a group of three coeds from their floor came over and thanked
Emily profusely for what she did.
"You really are intrepid!" one girl giggled. "We're all so thankful for
helping get rid of that jock."
"You girls ever had any rape prevention training?" Emily asked. One
girl said she did, several years ago in high school. "You need a
refresher and the rest of you better find a class to attend. Call the
clinic or the campus police. They'll help you. Do it! It sure did
save my ass," Emily cussed for emphasis, "and it could save yours. All
I got was these stupid bruises; he went to the hospital. Get smart
girls, get trained!"
"Yeah!" they said collectively, and then said good bye as they left the
cafeteria.
"What's this all about?" Robin asked.
"My fan club!" Emily sighed.
"Fan club?"
"Yeah," Emily replied sadly, "They all want to make me famous and I want
them to get assault prevention training. They say 'Yeah', but I know
they won't."
"Hmmmm! A complex problem," Robin sympathized. "Women are afraid, but
won't do anything about it. Unfortunately, it's a common situation.
It's easier to find a champion than do something for yourself. Can't
blame them, though. They've been coddled and protected all their lives
and here, in our mini-metropolis, there are real dangers that exist that
must be dealt with individually, as well as institutionally. In our
modern lifestyles, it's hard to acknowledge the ugly while appreciating
the joy and beauty of life. Kind of a dialectic reasoning."
"What?" Emily said laughing. "What does that all mean."
Robin laughed at Emily's confusion, "They'll cheer in appreciation of
good and hide when they sense the ugly."
"Oh," Emily giggled. "Except for these ugly bruises, it's all good.
Big Bob is in the hospital and off campus, for good! What's all the
fuss about?"
"Most of these girls couldn't, or don't know how to, do what you did.
And they don't want to learn how. They would have to acknowledge it's
existence and they don't want to do that - acknowledge the ever-present
ugly on our campus!"
"Hey, what's your major again?" Emily asked.
"Philosophy," Robin said, eating a roll. "You?"
"Figures," Emily replied, "you sound intellectual. I'm in Chemistry and
Biology."
"Jesus!" Robin sighed. "You'd better get a professional if you want to
figure out these kids."
"Oh well," Emily sighed, taking a bite of her banana. "So what did you
want to talk about?"
"The usual, men, women, and sex," Robin laughed. "What else is there?"
"Not much," Emily agreed, then laughed, "We could talk about asexual
reproduction!"
"Let's not try and solve any of the mysteries of biology, let's just
talk normal," Robin suggested. "Why don't you tell me about this guy
that's swept your off your feet."
Emily told of meeting Junior in the Chem lab (If you splash, you
shower!), her first blowjob (hit me right square between the eyes),
loosing her virginity (he ate a hole in my panties), and anal sex (a
whole different kind of orgasm).
Robin discussed men (I told my fiancee to take a hike, Robin admitted.
Gave him his ring back and told him I wouldn't wait for him to finish
partying with his buddies), women (I must admit that you are a role
model for me), and sex (I haven't enjoyed anal sex at all. What's with
the butt plug? You in some kind of sorority pledge class or
something?).
"Wow!" Emily giggled. "So you dumped your guy, think I'm a good role
model, and are curious about anal sex. This could take some time."
Robin laughed as she finished her breakfast, looked at her watch and
said, "I haven't got much time. Let's keep it simple. What's with the
butt plug?"
"Turns me on!" Emily giggled.
"Really?"
"Yes, really. I wore it all day and night yesterday. I washed it this
morning and put it back in before I went to work out. I'm wearing it
now and all I need for a little sex thrill is wiggle my hips," Emily
demonstrated by moving around a little in her chair. "Hmmmm! Feels
good!"
"Oh My God!" Robin gasped, then said softly, "Your nipples popped up!"
"Happens all the time," Emily said.
"Oh!" Robin replied, then asked softly, "What's the secret of good anal
sex?"
"For the fuckee, cleanliness and lots and lots of lube. For the fucker,
patience and gentleness."
"Oh," Robin said, "I guess that makes sense."
"Would you like me to get a guy to teach you anal sex? A guy that'll
make you cum and cum and cum?"
Robin raised her eyebrows and replied shyly, "I was thinking of you."
"Me? Don't you want a real cock?"
"I'm kind of tired of men and most cocks I know are attached to men.
Besides, you've got such a beautiful body. I'd love to love you."
"You bi-sexual?" Emily asked frankly.
"Yes! Aren't you?"
"Well, yes, but I'm surprised you guessed. How did I give it away?"
"I've got a few friends on the floor and they told me of some mighty
strange goings on in the room while I wasn't there. I listened and
watched. The only thing I could figure out was that you were bi. I'm
sure you weren't when you got here. I waltzed around in my underwear
those first days you were here and you couldn't have cared less. Now
it's obvious that you've changed into an exciting sensuous woman."
Robin looked at her watch and stood, saying, "I've got to go now. Think
about what I've said and we'll talk some more. Okay?"
"Okay Robin," Emily replied, adding, "Thanks. You've given me a lot to
think about."
Emily was lost in her thoughts, slowly eating her apple, until a coed
came over and asked, "Is it true that some guy attacked you yesterday
morning and you put him in the hospital and you're okay and you're just
having breakfast as if nothing happened?"
"No," Emily replied, "I'm sitting here thinking about how I could
inspire more women to have simple assault prevention training. Have you
had it?"
"No."
"Do you know what I'm talking about? Were you offered the training but
refused it?"
"Sure! They called it rape prevention in high school. I'm very plain
and don't date. I didn't think much about sex then. Getting raped was
the last thing that might happen to me. I never thought that it might
apply to me. Sort of like, why I should be sure and carry condoms? I'm
still a virgin at 20!"
"Hmmmmm! I was attacked before 7AM while jogging back from the gym. If
you had a free prevention class that you could go to, would you?"
"I don't think I need it. Look at you! You're so beautiful and got a
sexy body. I don't think anyone would want to rape me!"
"Do you get afraid walking back to the dorm at night alone?" Emily
asked.
"Sure, that's why I don't ever do it. I call the campus cops and they
give me a ride."
"Really? Well, that's comforting. I didn't know they had that service.
Thanks for the tip. I'm going to have to call Leslie."
"Who's she?"
"She's the lady campus cop that helped me yesterday. Don't worry. I'm
not going to stop them from helping you. I think it's a great service.
I just wonder how many coeds know about it." Emily looked at the
cafeteria clock and stood, "Listen, I've got to go make some phone
calls. What's your name?"
"Jane!" she laughed. "They call me 'Plain Jane'. My room is on three
too. #313. I was looking out the window a couple of weeks ago when
that guy took you on the date. God! He was gorgeous. He your guy?"
"Yes! I'd better go now. Want to walk with me up to the floor?"
"Oh yeah!" wide-eyed Jane gushed. "That would be neat!"
Together, Emily and Jane took their trays to the disposal area and left
the cafeteria. At the front desk, Connie happily gave Emily a list of
the campus contacts for assault prevention and several for the city
organizations. Emily thanked her and she walked up to the third floor
with Jane.
"Listen Jane," Emily. "I may need your help. What's your major?"
"Marketing, with a focus on advertising."
"Really? Good! I can use you. You're in room #313. What's your
telephone number?"
Jane gave her the information and Emily wrote it down.
"Thanks. I'll call you in a few days. Maybe I can set up a special
group to promote rape prevention classes. Would you help me? It
wouldn't pay anything but you could get some valuable exposure and
maybe, maybe, meet a really cool guy. What do you think?"
Jane grinned at Emily and replied, "I think it might be the most
exciting thing that's happened to me in college!"
Emily smiled at the girl and replied, "Good! Let's have some fun while
we're young. See you later!" she added, walking to her room.
In her room, Emily stripped off her workout clothes and removed her butt
plug. In her robe, she grabbed a couple of towels and her shower bucket
on her way to the shower room. She showered again, doing her hair this
time. She thought about all she'd learnt in the last hour and wondered
if April could help her. 'April! I've got to meet April!' Emily
thought. 'What am I going to wear?'
Back in her room after drying off and oiling her hair, Emily couldn't
decide what to wear. She made up a dose of Mother's Blessing
contraceptive and drank it.
'Justine told me that Junior said 'April was one hot number',' Emily
thought, 'so I better be conservative professional and sexy!'
Emily dug through her closet and found a nice tailored suit she'd worn
for some professional meeting of her guardians in New York over a year
ago. It was pale green with a tight lined mid-thigh skirt and a single
brass button jacket with a sexy V-neck. She put it on and decided that
it would work, as long she left off her panties and bra. Panties would
make lines and a bra would require a blouse and that took away a lot of
the sexiness. She went to her box of new hose and got out a pair of
black silk thigh-highs to go with her black patent leather 4 inch heels.
She put on the hose, slipped into the skirt, buttoned on the jacket, and
stepped into her heels. She checked herself in the long mirror on the
back of her door and was pleased with her look. Her butt jutted nicely
and her jacked showed off her tits. The cleavage wasn't so low that it
showed her lack of a bra, but, if she wanted, she could lean just right
and it would billow out to display her bare chest. She put on her
formal dress diamond watch she'd gotten for her sixteenth birthday and
added some hot red lipstick.
"Hmmmm! Nice!" 'I hope I can match April's sexiness,' Emily thought.
She saw she had a few minutes before she had to leave, so she sat and
telephoned Leslie at the campus police department, the campus clinic,
and the city police department, making notes of the various support
groups that did rape prevention/assault prevention classes. While she
called, she realized she'd not put her butt plug back in. Without a
second thought, after hanging up, she got her plug, lubed it, hiked up
her skirt, and put it back in her ass.
"That's better," Emily giggled. "Feels good!" she sighed, wiggling her
butt.
She packed her valise with her laptop, project papers and notes,
wireless phone, pens, pencils, and notepads. She added her wallet and
ID, her keys, and an extra tampon. Ready, she grabbed her sun glasses
and left her room. No one was around on the floor when she left, but
downstairs at the registration desk the girl was impressed with her
outfit.
"You look killer!" the Connie giggled. "If I hadn't looked twice, I
wouldn't have recognized you. Where you going so dressed up this early
in the day?"
"Got to go meet the President's secretary for breakfast to get her
approval on how I'm doing on my staff report for Dr. James. It's rather
complicated, but I want to make a good impression on his right-hand
gal."
"Well, I'm impressed," the desk girl said. "No panty lines and, when
you lean over like that, I can see that you've left off your bra. I
hope this secretary appreciates you."
Emily smiled brightly, "I just hope she buys breakfast!"
Laughing, Emily left the dorm, got in her yellow VW beetle, and followed
April's directions to the hotel coffee shop where they were meeting.
The hotel was a fancy new one, near a modern office complex at the edge
of town. Emily found a place to park near the front entrance and,
carrying her valise, went in. At the side of the main lobby she found a
closed coffee shop and a stunning mid-twenties woman, tall and slim with
an excellent figure. 'This super-model type can't be the president's
secretary, can it?" Emily questioned herself.
"Hi! You must be Emily," the super-model said as she stuck out her
hand, "I'm April."
"Ah. . . . Hi!" Emily was momentarily speechless, stunned with the
beauty of this woman that was the University President's right hand.
"Pleased to meet you."
Emily had chosen her outfit well. April wore nearly the same thing,
only in navy blue. Her mid-thigh tight skirt, dark hose with navy three
inch heels, and a blue blazer jacket over a white silk blouse looked
very smart, very sexy, and very beautiful.
"The coffee shop appears to be closed," April pointed at a sign hung on
the door, "all week for renovations. Sorry, I didn't know. Let's go
see if there's another restaurant in the hotel." April led Emily over
to the concierge's desk and asked if there was anywhere else they could
go to have breakfast.
"No, I'm sorry ma'am," the concierge replied. "When the dining room
opens at 11 o'clock, they won't be serving breakfast, just lunch. If
you're set on breakfast, I suggest the Waffle House down the highway on
the right, about a mile as you go into town."
Emily, watching and listening carefully, saw April's happy smile
stiffen, then fade as she replied, "Oh! I did hope to eat here." She
turned away and told Emily, "I'm sorry. I guess this isn't going to
work."
"Excuse me Miss," the concierge called to April. "There's always room
service. They serve breakfast 24 hours a day. You just have to call
from your room."
April smiled broadly, "Of course! Why didn't I think of that. Thank
you sir. Thank you very much!" She led Emily toward the registration
desk.
"Don't get a room," Emily said. "There's lots of restaurants around
here. It's not worth the expense."
"No expense," April told Emily. "The University pays to keep an open
reservation here. I'll just get the key and we'll get room service."
"Will they do that? I mean for you?"
"Oh sure," April said as she handed her Driver's license and University
ID to the hostess at the registration desk. "I'm the authorizing agent.
I pay the bills." She turned to the woman and told her, "Nothing
special, just a quiet room. I know that we didn't make reservations,
but we need to work undisturbed for a while." April filled out the
registration card and signed it. "The concierge floor?" April was
surprised, looking at the room number on the card key envelope.
"We're putting in new carpet, window treatments, and wall coverings on
the first four floors and we're full up every where else. Maids will be
running crazy trying to get them all cleaned up today, except on the
ninth floor. The concierge floor has their own staff and it'll be quiet
up there for you, Miss Fenton."
"Thank you very much! That's very helpful of you. Very good
hospitality, Amy," April said, reading the woman's name tag.
April took Emily's arm and they went to the elevator bank. In the
elevator, April inserted the card key into the slot next to floor #9,
the floor light lit up, and the elevator began to move. At the
concierge floor, the elevator doors opened up to a large lounge area,
with sofas, easy chairs, large windows looking out over the countryside,
and three tables of 'continental breakfast' type foods: juices, fruit,
rolls, pastries, coffee and tea, and dry cereal.
"May I help you?" a well dressed woman asked them as she carried a fresh
pitcher of orange juice over to the juice bar.
"We're going to have a business meeting in room," April looked at the
envelope with the room number on it, "room #918 and order breakfast. Do
you mind if we have some juice until our order comes up?"
"Oh no! Help yourself. We're open all day. What kind of juice would
you like?" the middle age woman asked.
"Apple," "Orange," Emily and April said simultaneously, then laughed.
"Well, there's lots of both, so help yourself," the concierge floor
hostess replied. "I'll order your room service for you. Just look over
these menus and tell me what you want. I'll get it sent up right away.
My name's Patricia and if you need anything, just ask! I'm here to help
you. Most of our guests are out this morning, so if there's anything at
all, I've got time to help," she added, laying several menus on the
coffee table in front of an overstuffed couch.
Emily set her valise next to the coffee table and moved to the juice
bar. April set her shoulder bag, equally as bulging as Emily's, on the
couch and joined her. They each got a tall large glass of juice and
went back to sit together on the couch to look at the menus.
"One is for breakfast, one for mid-day, one for evening, and the other
is for late-night," Patricia explained, "but you can order from any of
them at anytime. They're grouped that way for convenience of the guest,
so order what ever you want from any of those four menus.
"You actually serve tofu, soy milk, sprouts, and organic yogurt?" Emily
asked, amazed.
"Oh yes. We've done that for over a year," Patricia boasted. "Up here
we cater to mostly business executives and they highly value a healthy
diet. All dietary items, organic, low fat, salt or sugar free, and
vegetarian, are marked with a red star to help you find them easier."
They looked at the four menus until April said, "I'm ready. You?"
"Yes!" Emily agreed. "Breakfast looks excellent."
"What can I get for you," Patricia asked, pad and pencil ready.
Emily ordered a bowl of fresh blueberries with soy milk, a bowl of fresh
raspberries with organic plain yogurt, whole wheat toast with raw honey,
and a pitcher of apple juice.
April smiled at Emily's choices and ordered for herself a fresh cut
fruit plate, two whole wheat english muffins with raw honey, and a
pitcher of water.
"Very good," Patricia said and smiled at them, "and very healthy too.
You girls look like you take care of yourselves. I'll call this into
the kitchen and then bring to your room the water and apple juice. I
have that here in my little kitchen. You can refill your juices and
take them with you," she said, and added. "Your room is down that hall,
last on the right. I'll be down in about five minutes with your
drinks."
"Thanks Patricia," April said, following Emily down the hall.
Inside the spacious room, was a king size bed, a large desk and chair, a
TV/VCR in an armoire, a large dresser with a big mirror, and a rocking
easy chair. The carpet was deep, the drapes plush, and the bathroom
luxurious.
"Nice, very nice," April said. "This will do. Only let's pull the desk
over and we'll sit together on the bed and use it to spread out our
stuff.
Emily took one end and April the other as they scooted the empty desk
across the carpet, "It'll be easier to compare notes if we're side by
side," April explained as she dropped her shoulder bag onto the table
and kicked off her heels. "May as well be comfortable too," April
laughed.
Emily stepped out of her shoes, brought her juice over, and sat next to
April on the edge of the bed, pulling her laptop and notes out of her
valise, as April did the same from her shoulder bag.
"Where do you want to start?" Emily asked. "The rough draft of the
proposal document or at the beginning with my mission statement and
project outline."
Impressed that Emily had been so thorough as to have a mission
statement, April wanted to hear it and asked, "Please, at the beginning.
I think it would help me understand better."
Emily opened her file, showed April her letter of authorization from
President James for the project (April knew it. She had written it!)
and read her the mission statement: To detail (1) an actual Gifted
Student Early Entry Program participant's first awareness and subsequent
decision process to apply, (2) the accepted student's actual enrollment,
class selection, dormitory life, and campus life, and (3) make viable
suggestions to improve processes, academic and social successes, and the
general promotion of G-SEEP.
Emily pulled out her notes, project map and timeline, and rough outline
of necessary steps to implement her marketing suggestions and, when
Emily paused to take a breath, April asked, "What's Gee Seep?"
"Gee Ess Ee Ee Pee" Emily replied and used a large marker to draw on her
notepad, "Gee is for 'Gifted', Ess is for 'Student', Ee is for Early,
the second Ee is for Entry, and Pee is for Program. That makes G-Seep,"
and she drew the acronym on her tablet. "Or you could just say Gifted
Seeping! As in 'Gifted students seeping into the academic community
with little or no fanfare'."
"Oh!" April said, realizing that Emily had indeed spent a lot of time
and work on her project. "I'm really impressed. You've done a lot of.
. . . "
April was interrupted by a knock at the door.
"It must be Patricia with our drinks," Emily said as she hopped up to
answer the room door.
Emily opening the door and the concierge floor hostess brought in a
wheeled cart with pitchers of apple juice and water set in bowls of
crushed ice, with a half dozen large glasses on a doily.
"I hope everything's warm and comfy," Patricia said cheerfully as she
wheeled the cart to the side of the desk where they were working. "I'll
take these dirty glasses," Patricia had somehow hidden a small tray and
quickly picked up the used juice glasses they'd brought from the lounge,
and plopped them on the tray. She turned for the door, then stopped and
turned back to say, "I want to thank you Miss Fenton. We all up here
really enjoy the many guests that we have in the 'University Room'
throughout the year. Famous poets, authors, scientists, politicians,
business tycoons. . . . Oh! I do carry on," Patricia blushed, "I just
want to say thank you! From all of us!" With that said, she strode
swiftly to the door, opened it, and left saying, "I'll bring the rest of
your brunch in about ten minutes, as soon as they send it up." The door
closed silently behind her.
April was stunned. Emily saw her sitting, staring at the door that
sweet Patricia had just exited, and decided to push ahead cheerily,
"What will it be April? Water? Or apple juice?"
"Water," April croaked, then more easily added, "That was quite a
presentation."
"Yes it was," Emily agreed as she poured a glass of water for April,
"She seemed kinda sweet on you."
"Oh that's rich!" April laughed. "If anything, she's been looking down
your jacket at your boobs!" Emily looked down and pulled her jacket
lapel together in modesty. "No, no!" April said. "It's all right!
I've done the same myself at times. Here!" she said as she stood,
stripped off her jacket, unbuttoned her blouse, took it off, turned away
and removed her lacy navy bra, put back on her jacket, buttoned it, and
turned to face Emily again. "Okay! Now we're the same. If you want to
tease me,. then I'll tease you !"
"April!" Emily said, shocked. "I didn't mean to do that, I mean to,
show off my. . . . ah. . . . . chest, like that!"
"Oh forget it!" April waved aside any arguments with her hand, ."Now I
think I understand your mission. Tell me about the project plan."
Emily, glad to be focused back on her project, pulled up her self-
assessment and mini-biography, and showed them to April. She asked a
few questions and Emily was off, sharing all her experiences, good and
bad, laughing at her foolishness on too many instances during
registration, class selection, and room assignments.
Patricia arrived with their brunch and interrupted Emily's presentation,
but as soon as she set up and left, Emily was again explaining to April,
between bites of blueberries and soy milk, her life in the dorm, going
to the cafeteria, shopping at the bookstore, and attending classes.
April ate her fruit plate and drank her water, listening carefully to
Emily's brief, but thorough overview of her experiences, some happy,
some sad, as she evolved from private high school girl into college
coed. When Emily began to talk about her suggestions to promote G-Seep,
she became excited and animated, April noticed her enthusiasm. Emily
stressed that the prospective students mustn't be coddled or even made
to think that they would be forced to take specific classes or be under
control of some special G-Seep administrator or Dean. They should be
left on their own with all the resources that normal, non-G-Seep
students have.
Emily describe the new brochures in glowing terms, especially the
'Independence' that the G-Seep student would feel, how open and free it
would be from their high school days. They'd be just like the other
students at registration and in the residence halls. If they needed
support or to talk to a guidance counselor, they are available, but not
special just because they were in G-Seep. The general video would be
roughly a half hour long, but the one for future G-Seep students would
be cut "to only ten or fifteen minutes, including only what I think will
hold the attention of a high achieving high school junior or senior. If
they're the kind of student we want, they will learn whatever they need
at our new Website or via E-mail. We'll have them send E-mails to me
and I'll write them back with facts." Emily was certain that a short,
well written and directed video would be fundamental to the recruitment
of future G-Seep students, with their short span of attention and
ability to easily determine what is real and what is phony.
"That's why I think a video would be the best way to promote G-Seep,"
Emily was trying to convince April of her suggestions. "We'll use real
people: students, faculty, and staff; and have it all done in-house by
film students. Along with new brochures and a Website, I'm sure that
the two videos will be a big success."
"Do you really think that you can pull this off in two weeks?"
"Sure, once we get approval. In fact, we're holding auditions by 'The
Hunter' statue tomorrow for a short dance we'll tape on Monday. Don't
worry, there's a lot of students that want this to work. They'll go all
out for a few minutes of dialogue, a brief head shot, and a short credit
at the end. This can be a great thing for Orion."
"How much do you think this. . . . " April's question was cut off my
the buzzing of Emily's wireless phone.
Emily reached into her valise, pulled out her tiny phone, and answered,
"This is Emily."
"Hello Uncle Bob! Doesn't the famous Professor Wentworth have anything
to do but bother young girls while they're working?" Emily teased, also
letting April know who was calling. "Oh! The newspaper called you too!
Yes, yes! I know! It's all so stupid. They think I'm a heroine or
something!"
She listened to him a moment and added, "Intrepid means brave, fearless.
It's just Connie's idea of clever English. Yes! She's the one that
started my fan club!"
Emily listened some more and agreed, "Yes! I'd rather not become a cult
item, but like Sheila said, she's the girl at the IM gym that checks in
students, she says that I can't avoid the publicity, I can only help
shape it for some useful good. Why don't you call Sheila?" Emily gave
Bob the numbers she'd given her. "She told me she's majoring in public
relations and that I can't stop the talk. I can either hide or be pro-
active in support of assault prevention classes, using the media and
public attention to encourage attending a class, giving out the names,
addresses, and telephone numbers of the various support groups that are
already out there. I'd like you to talk to her and see if she make
sense to you. Would you do that for me?"
Emily listened to her newly adopted Uncle Bob and finally sighed, "Oh,
thank you. I really appreciate this. I don't need all these
distractions. Okay. Call me!" She turned off her phone and put it
away.
Turning back to April, she asked, "Now, where were we? Oh, you wanted
to know about a budget." Emily looked at her notes on the budget,
"Well, if we use University facilities and get our supplies from the
University at inter-department costs, we can do the videos, make 100
copies, print 5000 new full color brochures, and set up the Website for
less than $5000.00."
When April didn't reply, Emily looked at her and saw a confused look on
her face.
"What's the matter? Is that too much?"
"No!" April snapped out of her thoughts, "I mean, I don't know."
Emily giggled, "Now I'm confused."
"I'm sorry," April confessed, "I was listening to your conversation with
Bob Wentworth. Were you telling him that your assault has taken on a
life of it's own?"
"Yes!" Emily groaned. "And I can't seem to stop it. Do you have any
suggestions?"
"Tell me about it!" April said, pouring herself a glass of water. She
knew about the assault on Emily, but none of the aftereffects which
bothered Emily.
Emily agreed and told about the newspapers talking to Sheila at the IM
gym and Sheila's suggestions on how to handle the media. She told April
how Connie at the dorm had coined her as 'Intrepid' and how 'Plain Jane'
from her dorm floor got rides from campus cops when she needed them late
at night. Emily also told April of the calls she'd made and had a list
of campus and off-campus support groups, when and where they held rape
prevention classes, and how to contact them.
"Do you wish to *not* have your name printed in newspapers as a result
of your assault?" April asked Emily.
"Yes!" Emily stated harshly. "I wish the stupid thing would just go
away!"
"Well, I can't do that, but I can put out the word that you don't want
your name or picture used."
April called her office and spoke to Kim, an assistant. Kim would
contact the IM board, the campus police, and the campus clinic to remind
them of the law about reveling victims names and to immediately stop
discussing the case with anybody, excepting the University's and State's
attorneys. Next, April called the editor of the campus newspaper.
"Hello! How's the chief 'Hunter' today?" April began, talking to the
student editor of the University's student daily newspaper, 'The Orion
Hunter.' "Pete, I've got some bad news for you. About the student that
got assaulted yesterday? You can't use it! She doesn't want her name
or photo used, and you know as well as I do that it's the law. Now I
know you're sweet on me and just love to make me happy, so please don't
force me to have you removed as editor and the paper shut down for six
weeks or so while an external auditor discovers who leaked what to whom.
Do you understand me? Good. I'll speak to the student and, if there's
any way, I'll see if she'll agree to an anonymous interview with you.
You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
April raised her eyebrows and made a funny face at Emily while Pete
ranted and raved about his 'Freedom of the Press' privileges. Finally
she relaxed and sighed, "Thank you Pete. I knew that your were a fair
and just member of the media. I'll let you know as soon as I can about
the interview. Okay, I promise! Bye Pete."
"Now what's the girl's name who made the sign," April asked.
"Connie!" Emily blurted out, "but she didn't mean anything bad by it."
"No, we've got to get your name off that sign. I'll call the residence
hall."
Soon April was talking to Connie in a soothing voice, "So don't you
agree Connie that you need to take her name off of the sign? How about,
just 'Hoo Ray for Intrepid' or something like that? Just don't use her
name. After all, it is the law. Putting her name there is a violation
of law and you are responsible. It wouldn't look very good in your
record being arrested in your dorm room, but I suppose that would pale
in comparison as to how your Mom and Dad would feel if you got dismissed
for explicitly disregarding a victim's rights and causing so much
personal difficulties that the University President's office had to
intervene. . . . " April listened for a bit and smiled, "Thank you
Connie. I'll tell her you'll keep her confidences. I'm sure when she
sees you that she'll be thankful of your thoughtfulness. Okay? Good!
Bye Connie."
April put her phone down and took a drink of water, asking Emily, "Who
else?"
"I'm amazed April!" Emily laughed. "You know everybody!"
"I do these things for President James and the University all the time.
Those people know who I am and that I'm not fooling around. Now, anyone
else?"
"Well," Emily sighed, "who's the editor of the city newspaper?"
April smiled broadly and replied, "Scoop Wilson. He's an old buddy of
mine," April winked at Emily, "He's a wonderful old lecher and a
serious, honest newspaperman." April looked in her daily planner's
contact listings and dialed.
"Hey Scoop! Yeah! Hello! You must be sober, recognizing my voice
right off like that. I'm impressed!" April listened a bit and then
stated her business, "There was an unfortunate incident on campus
yesterday. An assault. Yes, that's right. The victim has requested
that neither her name nor photograph be published, and I want you to
note that I've officially requested your compliance to the law that
forbids it." She listened for a few minutes and replied, "Yes, these
things are terrible. She's taking it all fairly well, but the threat of
publicity troubles her greatly." She paused again to listen to him and
then agreed, "Yes, of course. If she'll do a private anonymous
interview, I'll call you. Alright?" He said a few more things and they
said their good byes.
"Good 'ol Scoop," April grinned then asked, "Anybody else?"
"Do you know the police chief?"
"Yeah! And the Hospital too!" April realized. "I know, I'll call the
town's attorney. He's had the hots for me ever since I came here." She
dialed the number from her contact list and asked for John. "Hello
John, April Fenton here!" She listened for a minute and then said, "I
don't have a lot of time either, so I'll make this short. Yesterday
morning there was an assault on campus, Your officers responded and I
believe the perpetrator was taken by your paramedics to the city
hospital. The victim has requested anonymity. I just spoke to Scoop
and he assures me that her rights won't be compromised. I just want to
ask you to inform the officers and medics that they aren't to go
blabbing to reporters or media people. The law is very specific and
very strict. I know you know that, but I'm just asking that you send
the word out that loose lips can cost them their jobs, if not an
appearance in front of a state judge." She listened for a minute and
sighed, "John. I'm calling on behalf of the President of the University
to remind you of the victim's rights and to encourage you to actively
promote total compliance by the employees of the city. This is *not* a
favor you're doing for me and I don't expect to have to go out with you
to get you to obey the law." She listened some more and then smiled,
"Okay John. Okay. Agreed. The next time I'm in city hall, I'll let
you take me to lunch. A real lunch, though. I don't eat hamburgers or
watery spaghetti. Good! Good! Thanks John. On behalf of the victim,
I thank you too. Good bye."
April closed her phone and grinned at Emily, "If I have to go out with
John, at least I'll get some good food."
"Thanks April," Emily smiled gratefully, "I really appreciate it. Do
you really think that I could have an anonymous interview without
reveling my identity?"
"Sure! If you want to promote rape prevention training, or whatever
they call it now, . . . "
"Assault prevention," Emily suggested. "Or molestation avoidance."
"Yeah! or whatever, you could use it to publish their locations or
telephone numbers. You ought to do it as soon as possible. The sooner
the better, while the story is fresh in their minds."
"Not until these bruises go away," Emily said, rubbing her upper arms.
"Are they that bad?" April asked. "Let me see!"
Emily tried to push up her sleeve but couldn't get it high enough. She
reached to unbutton her jacket when she paused, remembering that she
hadn't worn a bra.
April saw her catch herself and said, "Oh! You're shy because you
didn't wear a bra. That's okay, really Emily. Here! I'll go first."
April unbuttoned her jacket, took it off, carefully folded it, and lay
it across the desk. She'd taken her blouse and bra off earlier to ease
Emily's shyness. She turned and squared her shoulders, displaying her
breasts proudly to Emily. The former model had kept in shape and her
perfect breasts were still perfect. Fashion models aren't supposed to
have a large chest, just enough to fill a blouse, a jacket, a dress, or
a swimsuit to please the eye. April's beautiful breasts were nicely
rounded with quarter size aureole and pink nipples that just barely
poked a little more upward than straight ahead.
"See! Just like a real woman," April teased. "Now you!"
Emily stood, undid the one button, slipped off her jacket, folded it,
and lay it on the desk as April had done with her jacket.
They were both quiet for a few minutes, staring at each other's breasts.
April got up off the bed first and walked around, looking at Emily's
much larger bust from the front and side. Emily stood and then moved
out away from the bed. With a wide grin, she unsnapped her skirt, ran
the zipper down, and dropped it to the floor. She spread her feet
shoulder width apart. Now completely naked, Emily laced her fingers
together behind her head, arched her back, stuck out her chest, sucked
in her belly, and asked April, "Is this position okay? I don't know how
super models do it."
"Oh sweetheart!" April sighed as she ran her hand from Emily's hip up
her side to her shoulder and hair, "You've got a body to die for! Your
hair is fantastic. Your completion is flawless. Your boobs are super.
And such a tiny waist for that sexy ass! OH! A butt Plug!" April
laughed and touched it to wiggle it a little. "Just look at those
nipples pop up!"
They both looked at Emily's hard nipples.
"Yours too!" Emily said, seeing April's nipples were also erect.
"Damn!" April laughed, then loosened her skirt and let it drop to reveal
a pair of skimpy black bikini panties. She reached down to peel them
off and then, with a glint in her eye, turned her back to slowly inch
them down over her sexy butt. "This is how it's done, isn't it?"
Emily laughed and began to clap and chant, "Take it off! Take it off!
Take it off!"
Once past her ass, the panties fell to the floor off her slim legs.
April left them and turned to Emily, reached out and joined hands, and,
like a slow motion movie, gradually they came together to embrace and
kiss.
One kiss became another, their hands caressed, and finger tips teased.
"God!" April panted as she stroked Emily's nipples, "I've been wanting
to do that all day! You are so sexy, so magnificent, I just can't keep
my hands off of you!"
"Then don't," Emily cooed. She was delighted to have April's perfect
body in her arms. Slim and graceful, poised and confident, well
schooled and trained, April's experience and sophistication was
everything Emily had ever dreamed of, every school girl's dream of
becoming a fashion model.
April was equally happy holding, kissing Emily. She'd heard from
President James all about Emily's brilliance, from his wife, Claire, how
beautiful she was, from Patty Wentworth how genuine and wonderful she
was, and from Kate, Dean Stevens, that she was a hot sexy lover,
especially to Junior, whom April had met and been instantly attracted.
April wasn't sure about Emily's sexual preferences, she'd only heard for
sure that she'd recently lost her virginity and was Junior's lover. If
she had a passion for women, she wasn't sure until now. Emily's hot,
searching, gentle kisses were both flirtatious and deeply sensuous, and
her knowing fingers dancing butterfly-like around her nipples sent
shivers of lust up her back. April knew then that she was putty in
Emily's hands.
Emily pulled April back with her kisses to the edge of the bed. When
she felt the bed behind her knees, she broke the kiss and flopped back
into the middle of the bed, giggling, "Come here, you gorgeous woman."
Emily spread her legs a bit and held up her arms, cooing, "Come make
love to me and tell me all about how you teased young boys and girls
with your perfect body."
April was so intent with Emily's smile, eyes, and expression, she didn't
look between her legs until she was moving get onto the bed and suddenly
saw Emily's shaved pussy.
"You're. . . . you're shaved!" April gasped, then giggled. "God! You
look like a kid!"
"All the girls in the dorm shave if they like to have their pussies
eaten. Do you like to eat pussy,. April?"
"God Yes!" April cried and dove between Emily's legs.
"Oh my!" April laughed, kneeling at her crotch, holding a thin sting
that came from Emily's vagina. "You're having your period!"
"I'm sorry," Emily gasped, embarrassed totally. "I forgot!"
"That's okay honey," April soothed her, "I don't mind."
"It's almost over! My overnight tampon was hardly stained."
"Good!" April replied as she pulled out the tampon and lay the slightly
stained plug in an ashtray on the bed table. "I don't mind a little
bloody girl juice. I know how hot I get when I have my menses, so I
suppose that you're pretty hot too!" April took a long slow lick from
Emily's butt plug up across her pussy to her clit, making Emily gasp in
pleasure, and asked, "You are hot, aren't you?"
"Oh yes!" Emily moaned as she grabbed April's head and wrapped her legs
around her neck and back, pulling her in to her crotch, "Now eat me
babe! Eat me good!"
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Thirty minutes later, Emily lay exhausted, overwhelmed by the power of
her cums. April, a girl lover for years since she'd begun modeling in
her teens, had used every trick, tease, and nasty sex idea she could
remember from what she'd learned while waiting to stroll down the
fashion runways. April had wished she had a few toys to tease Emily,
but when she bumped her chin on the butt plug, it became a penetrating
toy that made Emily's libido finally melt.
"OH GODDESS ABOVE!" Emily yelled as April fucked her ass with her own
butt plug, while sucking her clit and fingering her cunt. Emily was
arched up high, fucking her hips up at April's mouth when she screamed
and passed out!
April immediately realized that the hostess Patricia must have heard,
hopped off the bed, and put on her skirt, blouse, and jacket. She
pulled down the bed spread and rolled Emily onto the top blanket, tossed
back the spread, pulled up the covers and rolled Emily onto the clean
sheets. Covering her, she picked up Emily's skirt and jacket, laying
them folded on the desk chair. Spotting the used tampon in the ashtray,
she carried it to the bathroom, setting it on the back of the toilet.
Moving to the work desk, April quickly checked around, but was satisfied
that if Patricia were to check on them, there would be nothing visible
to concern her. She'd been in hotel room situations with other lovers
before and had learned that placing a room service order was a good
diversion.
Quickly she moved to the telephone table, opened the drawer, and found
the room service menus. In the late-night menu, she found chilled peel-
and-eat shrimp plates, one of her favorites. April waited for Patricia,
wondering if, for some reason, she hadn't heard Emily's scream and
perhaps she should call down for room service herself. That's when
there was a soft knock on the room door.
"Hi Patricia!" April said, opening the room door.
"Ah, hi Miss Fenton," Patricia replied, looking in to see Emily in bed.
"I'm glad you came. We need two orders of cooked, peeled shrimp with
sauce. Can you do that or should I call down?"
Patricia looked at April carefully, then did her job, getting out her
notepad, "That's two orders of shrimp with cocktail sauce. Anything
else?"
"No that'll do. Thanks Patricia!" April replied, then gently closed the
door.
"Wow!" April said to herself, taking a deep breath. She smiled as she
relaxed and went into the bathroom to get a wet washcloth for Emily.
"Hey baby! Hey!" April cooed to Emily as she wiped her face with a cool
washcloth. "Are you okay?"
"Hmmmmmm!" Emily replied, reaching up her arms to encircle April's neck,
pulling her down for a hot kiss. "You were fantastic!"
"So are you honey, so are you!" April said, pulling Emily's arms down.
"You yelled so loud that Patricia came down. I put you under the
covers, but you've got to get up now and put on your skirt and jacket.
I ordered some shrimp and you've got to be up when she gets here. Okay!
That's it. Upse-daisy!"
April got Emily into the bathroom where she washed up while April got
her skirt and jacket. Emily dashed naked out to the worktable to her
valise, grabbed her spare tampon, and dashed back into the bathroom to
finish cleaning up. Once again dressed, Emily was at the desk, chatting
with April, when Patricia returned with the shrimp. Both Emily and
April thanked Patricia for her service and, as soon as she'd left, the
two women again stripped off their clothes and sat naked cross-legged in
the middle of the bed, feeding each other shrimp and sauce.
"Goddess Above, you eat pussy like a dream!" Emily told April. "I can't
wait until I get to do you."
"That'll have to wait," April replied. "I've got to get back."
Emily looked at her watch and cussed, "Shit! I've got a class to go to.
Damn!" Emily rolled over and looked at April, "When can we get together?
I can't wait to get my mouth on your boobs and pussy."
April fed Emily a shrimp and suggested, "You got your draft on a floppy
disk? I could use that and fix it up a bit. Don't get me wrong, your
work is superb, excellent actually. I'm very impressed and totally
approve. Just give me your rough draft and I'll work it over. No
content changes, only some formatting. Maybe on Monday or Tuesday we
can do this again?"
"Okay," Emily replied, feeding the last of her shrimp to April. "I'll
send it to you as a file named G-SEEP-PRO V1 from the G-SEEP Website.
Your University UserID is AFENTON@ORION.EDU, right? Oh hey! Did you
bring the thirty copies of the authenticity document from Dr. James?
The ones I need for the dancers?"
"I sure did!" April replied, peeling and feeding her last shrimp to
Emily. "Got them right over in my valise."
"Good!" Emily said between munches of shrimp. "Why don't you bring Dr.
James over to the Orion statue at 2PM tomorrow. That's when we're
having tryouts. A kind word or two from the President will help inspire
our volunteers."
"That would be a hoot!" April said, "but I don't know if I can take the
time. I'll send over Dr. James even if I can't come. But I'll work on
your draft and call you. We can discuss when we'll meet, okay?"
Emily knelt up and cupped April's pussy, saying, "The sooner, the
better. Tomorrow morning would be good! As long as I get a chance to
love you like you did me, I'll be happy. Hey! What are you looking at!
Is something wrong?"
April, scrutinizing Emily's face, looked amazed and replied, "It's true!
What Patty said."
"What was that?"
"That you don't wear make-up," April sighed. "She said you were so
beautiful, naturally beautiful, that you didn't need to wear any make-
up. And it's true! You don't!" April leaned over and kissed Emily
hotly, then broke away to say, "Let's get dressed and out of here. It's
late!"
They dressed and straightened the room. Emily gulped the last of her
apple juice as April opened the door. Together, arm in arm, they left.
At the elevators they thanked Patricia and wished her a good day.
Outside in the parking lot, Emily kissed April chastely and muttered,
"This isn't over yet! See you tomorrow, hot pants!"
"No Emily," April laughed. "I can't tomorrow. How about Saturday? At
my house?"
"That sounds nice. Thanks for everything," Emily gave April's hand a
warm, affectionate squeeze, "Bye! Call me and tell me when!"
April got in her car and drove back to her office as Emily drove to her
dorm. She took off her heels and ran into the dorm and up to her floor
without stopping to chat with Connie, who'd changed the Intrepid sign,
removing Emily's name. In her room, Emily stripped, put on one of her
new pale yellow lace silk bra and panty set, a green and yellow plaid
short pleated skirt, a bright yellow short sleeved blouse, and flats.
In a hurry to get to her class, she dumped her valise and re-packed it
with her texts, notes, laptop, phone, wallet and ID, and a spare tampon.
She grabbed it and left, locking the room door. Emily raced back down
the stairs and trotted across the green to the MATH building for her
macro-economics class, getting to her seat as the professor began his
lecture.
Even after a morning of post-assault revelations, the G-SEEP meeting
with April, and the wonderful girl/girl sex, Emily's highly trained mind
was able to focus on the Professor's presentation, as usual. The 80
minute class, the longer summer session version, was soon over. As the
other students filed out, Emily put away her notes and got out her
wireless phone. She had 10 minutes to kill before her next class,
advanced differential equations. But diffy Q was taught in this same
hall; it was only three doors down in the Mathematics Academic Training
Hall. She called Liz on her phone.
"Hey girl," Emily laughed into Liz's and her roommate's answering
machine, "I'm between classes and wanted to touch base with you about
the criteria for the dancers that are trying out tomorrow for the video
shoot on Monday. I get out of my last class around 5PM, so why don't we
plan to have dinner together. We'll get it settled then. Okay? I'll
see you in the dorm after 5. Don't call me. I shut off the phone
during class. Bye honey!" Emily hung up and moved down to the
classroom for advanced diffy Q. She had done her homework, studied the
new material, and even worked on a few of the problems at the end of the
chapter. She didn't want to get too far ahead, but this was just her
usual study pattern. 80 minutes later, class was over and Emily walked
back to her dorm.
At the front desk, Connie was just getting off duty from her 8 to 5
shift. Emily thanked her for taking her name off the 'Intrepid' sign
and suggested that she might want to help proof-read a script that they
would use in the G-SEEP promotion video. Connie wanted to hear more,
but she had an evening class (Nineteenth Century American Literature).
She suggested a breakfast meeting at 7AM. Emily, not pleased to have
another early breakfast meeting, reluctantly agreed.
Emily hoped to have an early evening to catch up on some reading and get
a good nights sleep. She was determined to maintain her daily workout
regime and knew she needed her rest. Up on the third floor, she went to
Liz's room and knocked. No one answered, so she returned to her room.
There, she stripped off and hung up her clothes. Emily pulled out her
tampon and saw no menses blood and decided her period was over. She put
it in a sanitary bag and went to the floor shower room to dispose of it
and take a cleansing douche. Back in her room, she sat in her new silk
panties and bra at her desk, working on her class notes, translating
them into her class binder with four color inks and three color
highliters to match her study notes in the texts.
When her wireless phone buzzed, she hoped it might be her lover, Junior.
Instead it was Louisa, Junior's aunt from the mountains.
"Hi honey! It's Louise. How are you?"
"Aunt Louise! It's great to hear from you! I'm fine, how are you?
Where are you?"
"I'm well and here in Orion. I thought that maybe you'd like to get
together for dinner before I go up to Bob and Patty's house. You game?"
"Yes," Emily replied, "but I sort of have a dinner date with Liz. You
remember her, don't you?"
"Oh sure!" Louisa remembered. "That cute dancer that Justine is using
to teach that fellow C.C. about sex and at the same time gaining a
little respect for herself."
"You got it!" Emily replied, then told Louise about her phone message
request for a dinner meeting with Liz to discuss the selection criteria
for dancers to be video taped on Monday. Emily explained a little about
the project and suggested that Louise might want to come to the dorm to
eat now. She'd leave a message for Liz to join them in the cafeteria.
"Only if I get to see your room. I haven't ever seen a dorm room
before," Louise said, "and I want to see yours."
"Okay, where are you?"
"Sitting outside in your dorm parking lot!"
"What? You're here?" Emily gasped, looking down at her nearly naked
body. "I'll need to dress."
"You're in room #314. I'll just come up."
"No you can't come up after 5PM without an escort," Emily replied. "Oh
hell! I'll put on my robe and be right down."
Down stairs, Emily, barefoot, wearing only her new fancy bra and panties
under her new long white silk robe, hugged Louise and they kissed
warmly. Louise, true to her mystical healer style, wore only a multi-
patterned cotton wrap-around dress that, at first glance, appeared to be
a dark green calf-length strapless wrap. On closer inspection, the wrap
was covered with sewn in runes and astrological symbols. It was
beautiful and Emily stood back, holding Louise's hands out so she could
admire the wrap's beauty.
"You look great and your gown is fantastic," Emily gushed.
"You too!" Louise replied calmly, though inside her blood was racing
with lust, wishing she could get alone with the foxy Emily. Emily's
pale yellow lace silk bra and panties were easy to see through her thin
white silk robe and Louise wanted to see more.
"Show me your room," Louise asked, and then nodded toward the noisy
cafeteria, "and you can put some clothes on so we can go eat."
It was agreed and soon Emily was unlocking her room door for Louise's
inspection. Inside, Louise oohed and ahhed, checked out the bed springs
to see if they squeaked, and happily noted that the spice tea chest
she'd given Emily was prominently displayed on her chest of drawers.
"Patty told me that you got some new underwear from Maryann. Is that
what you're wearing under that robe?" When Emily nodded yes, Louisa
asked, "Why don't you show it to me? I heard that Maryann sells some
beautiful lingerie."
Proud of her new things, Emily took off her robe, tossed it over a
chair, and posed for Louise in her new sexy yellow lace silk bra and
panties. They had no elastic, snaps, or hooks. The bra tied together
with ribbon in front between the cups and on the panties at each side.
Louise, totally captivated by Emily's sexy body, moved around her to get
a closer look when her naughty fingers found the front tie ribbon of the
bra and pulled. Emily's bra fell off and Louise's hands were full of
her sexy large boobs. Louise's mouth followed her teasing fingers and
quickly Emily was lost in lust as Louise's knowing hands and lips shot
bolts of pure sex lust to her groin.
Louise's wrap was just that, only a wrap. One pull on the waist tie and
it fell off of Louise's luscious body. Under it, she was naked. They
embraced as lovers and kissed hotly. Though Louise was over twenty
years older than Emily, her body didn't show it and, although Louise had
enjoyed women for many years and Emily had only known girl loving for a
few weeks, they found that their sex skills differed little. Soon the
two were entwined together on Emily's small bed, her panties gone as
Louise happily ate her hot cunt while Emily ate hers.
When the telephone rang, Emily struggled to extradite her limbs from
Louise's, and finally got to the telephone.
"Hello?" Emily answered. "Hey Liz! What's happening? Oh sure! Come
on down and we'll talk about it. Sure, sure! We'll go eat too. Okay!
See you soon!"
Emily hung up and grinned at Louise, "get into your wrap and we'll
seduce Liz."
Emily slipped into her robe again and straightened her bed covers until
Liz knocked at her door. Emily opened the door and Liz entered, only
to be hugged by Louise.
"Hi Liz. Remember me? I'm Louise! Remember when I ate your hot cunt
up at Bob and Patty's on Saturday?"
Louise backed off, untied her wrap, and let it fall to the floor to
display her nakedness. Moving to Liz, she embraced her and kissed her
hotly, "You're overdressed honey. Let me help you out of your shirt and
shorts."
Liz didn't protest and, with Emily's help, she was quickly stripped.
Louise used her teeth to pull down Liz's panties and they all fell
together onto Emily's bed, kissing, licking, and fingering lips,
breasts, and pussies. It went on for twenty minutes or so until a key
turned in the lock door.
"It's my roommate Robin," a startled Emily told them. She hopped up,
leaving Louise and Liz snuggling together in her bed, and slipped into
her silk robe as Robin entered.
"Hey girl!" Robin said, "How's it going?"
"Real good!" Emily answered, "You came at an opportune time!"
"Really?" Robin replied, tossing her books on her desk. "What do you
mean?" Robin turned and saw the two naked women in Emily's bed, then
looked at Emily.
"You said you were bi and I thought you might like to meet my friend Liz
and my Aunt Louise," Emily said as she dropped her robe.
Naked Louise and Liz join her around Robin, helping her get out of her
clothes. Liz, having had group sex parties in her room, knew to pull
off the mattresses from the two twin beds and make a big area on the
floor for their loving.
Robin was a little surprised at the spontaneous all girl sex party, but
remembered that she had done much the same once or twice when she had
been younger. She joined in with relish, pulling Emily down to ravish
her. It was difficult to tell who was ravishing whom, Emily give as
good as she got. After twenty minutes, they switched partners. Louise
was now all over Robin while Liz and Emily got into a tight sixty nine.
A half an hour later, they took a break.
Louise wanted some tea and Liz put on one of Emily's robes to go fill
the electric tea pot in the floor shower room. Liz returned and got the
water heating. Louise was caressing Robin, listening to her complain
about her idiot ex-fiancee.
"Don't be too hard on him," Louise consoled her, "he sounds a little
juvenile. To make him quit playing around with his buddies would be
mistake. When he's ready to mature, he will. If I were you, I'd feel
fortunate that you've found out before you married him. Now there is a
little boy in every man, just as there is a little girl in each of us,
and to be a dreamer or have child-like visions of a new world or a
better existence for all of us, is not something that should be
suppressed. My suggestion is that you shouldn't burn all your bridges
or break every tie you have with him. If he wants to see you, agree.
Just stay steadfast that he must mature before you'll make any kind of
commitment to him, especially marriage. Did you have sex with him?"
Robin admitted she did, often, and it had been generally good.
"If I were you and the situation arose, go to bed with him. It's good
to get laid when you feel the itch. However, make sure he's safe. Go
to the local STD safety group and be sure he gets tested before you
sleep with him again. The last thing you want is to catch some disease
from him because he's been careless. You know what I mean?"
Robin said she understood and, as Louise got up to make the tea, praised
Emily, "If I could handle men like Emily, I'd be a lot further ahead."
"Emily?" Louise asked, "Are you having trouble with Junior?"
"No, not with Junior," Liz interrupted. "She put down some guy that
grabbed her yesterday morning. The whole dorm is calling her Intrepid
Emily!"
"What?" Louisa gasped. "Emily! What's Liz talking about?"
"Oh, it's really nothing," Emily said and then spent the next fifteen
minutes telling Louise about the attack and the unfortunate after-
effects that made her out to be a heroine. She further explained that
she was going to use her notoriety to publicize assault prevention
training and other programs to ensure the safety of students and campus
visitors.
"It sounds to me like you've got it under control Emily," Louise
replied. "How come you're upset about it?"
"Actually, I feel a lot better about it this afternoon than I did
earlier," Emily said, and then went on to tell how April had help her by
calling the newspapers and the town's attorney to keep her photograph
and name out of the media. "They call me brave, but I'm not brave
enough to have my name and face broadcast around the state or, if it's a
slow news day, around the whole country."
Louise poured the tea, offering some honey to sweeten it. They sat
naked, Indian style on the mattresses talking about women, sex, and
clothes, until Louise asked Emily, "I heard from Patty that you got some
new underwear from Maryann. Can I see?"
Emily hopped up and happily showed off her new bras and panties. At the
urging of Louise, Emily modeled a set, the white silk ones. Liz and
Robin were amazed at the fine lace and the fact that there were no hooks
or elastic. The pieces were custom fitted and only needed ribbon ties
to hold them on. Liz was running her hands up and around Emily's bra
encased boobs, paying special attention to Emily's now erect nipples.
Robin knelt behind Emily, feeling her nearly naked ass and teasing the
thin strap on the thong panty that ran down between her ass cheeks.
"You look beautiful Emily," Louise told her and then kissed her warmly.
Louise hadn't told them she'd used the special sex spiced tea and the
intended effects were beginning to show among the girls. "I heard you
got some new toys too!"
"Oh yeah!" Emily gushed, her eyes sparkling now with the spice. "Let me
show you!"
From the back of her closet, Emily pulled out a canvas gym bag full of
sex toys. Amid squeals of laughter and giggles of shyness, the women
passed around the dildos, vibrators, probes, and clips.
Louise, now hot and wet too, waved an anal probe at Emily, saying, "You
still got a horny asshole?"
"Hmmm! You bet!" Emily admitted as she pulled out the 'Whirling
Dervishes', a twisting, rotating vibrating dildo with a clit exciter,
and a companion anal probe that swelled and grew in length inside the
rectum. "These are really great!"
"This looks rather complicated. Why don't you show us how it works,"
Louise suggested.
Emily's spiced up libido needed no additional encouragement. She
happily lay back on the mattress and inserted the 'Dervishes' in her
vagina, fitting the clit device exactly over her joy button, and lubed
the anal probe before easing it into her ass. She'd already plugged
them into a wall outlet and handed the controls to Louise.
"This controls the dildo rollers, twisting, and clit vibrations," Emily
explained, "and the other is the girth, depth, stroke, and vibrations of
the anal probe. Set all these on level 2 and, Hmmmmm!, those rollers
over my G-spot are wonderful and the clit thing is really nice.
Ahhhhhhhhhh! That's so-o-o nice. On the anal toy, set the girth for 3,
the depth at 2, the stroke at 5, and the vibrations on 2. Oh! Fuck
yes! That's really nice. Hmmmm! Somebody kiss me, please!"
Louise did and held Emily close as she cried joyously through several
cums, Louise changing the controls as Emily directed. When she felt the
big 'O' coming, she had Louisa increase the control levels until she was
arched up high, yelling her pleasure into a pillow held softly over her
face by Liz. As Emily lay panting for her breath, Liz begged Louise to
do her. By the time Liz got back from the shower room after washing the
anal toy, Emily was alert enough to help Liz find her initial settings
for maximum pleasure.
Within a few minutes, Liz was soaring to the stars on the strength of
her cums. Naturally, Robin wanted to try it and, after she washed the
anal probe, Emily was happy to help her fit the toys, set the controls
for her size, and got everything vibrating, rolling, twisting, surging,
and thrusting to get her zooming into orgasm. Robin only lasted a few
minutes under the intense pleasure. Finally, Louise tried the toys and,
after she too blasted into a monstrous climax, agreed that sex toys had
certainly advanced from her earlier experiences with simple plastic
vibrators.
Emily poured more tea and they laughed and talked, relaxing in their
post-orgasmic glows. Soon they were all playing with the probes,
dildos, and vibrators, changing partners easily. As one girl climaxed
and rested, they used the toys on another of them.
It was a happy night for the four women. Gradually fatigue overcame
them and by midnight they were all cuddled together naked, under the
sheets on the mattresses on the floor, snoozing.
End Chapter 84
********************** My Dear Readers *****************************
Please remember that stories are just stories and *not* reality. Do
not engage in unprotected sex or the ugly reality of life in the 21st
century will rot your mind, rape your soul, and kill your body.
************** Thank You For Reading My Story **********************
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston
Copyright 2003
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