Title: Poverty
Author: Sara
Keywords: college ff Mff Mf


Our classroom flirtation was very mutual.

God, I breathed.  I'd been so anxious for this.  Amanda was
riding home with me.  My pussy was wet as I drove.  I'd lusted
for her, wanted her for the longest time.  Her blond hair hung
around her face, and her serious blue eyes looked at me with so
much intensity.  Her hand stroked my cheek as we drove.

Her black skirt was at her knees (God, she had beautiful legs). 
Her intoxicating scent was in the car, some perfume I would never
be able to afford.

"I can't believe this is real," she said in a low voice.

I glanced back at her with a smile, and touched her leg.  She
pulled her legs up underneath her.

"How long, baby?"

"Jesus," she said.  "I don't know.  Since lab, I guess.  You
just... I don't know.  You have so much confidence.  You
fascinated me.  I couldn't get my eyes off you."

I grinned at her.  Inside I was exulting.  Beautiful, rich
Amanda, a Freshman every boy wanted but none seemed to get.  Only
I had penetrated her secret.  "You could have anybody," I told
her seriously.

She leaned closer.  "I don't care.  I want you."

She kissed my neck, her lips warm and so soft they were barely
there.  The sweetheart of the Baptist Student Union, whose small
breasts and slender body and angelic face had, I was sure,
inspired the fantasies of dozens of college men, was in my car,
kissing my neck, and, if the slow movement of her legs was any
indication, getting very wet.

At a red light I turned my face toward her.  "Never stop kissing
me like that," I said seriously.  She smiled enigmatically, and
leaned towards me, and her lips touched mine, and they were so
soft I closed my eyes and felt like I was floating.  Her tongue
was gentle but sure, and teased and tasted.

"That's a promise," she whispered.  "Drive, Karen."  The light
was green.  God.

I self-consciously checked the mirror: my dark hair was thick and
curly.  I looked like a gypsy, Amanda had said that afternoon as
we were leaving class with the awkward intensity of two young
women about to become lovers.

I laughed nervously and pulled away from the empty intersection.
"I thought you'd never look at me.  I figured you'd be into Dr.
Kyle."  The funny, sexy, salt-and-pepper Anthropology professor.
He had a reputation for being a terrible flirt with his students.
 An affair with a student, ran the campus rumors, had led to
divorce.  My jealous eye had seen in him a rival for Amanda's
attention.

She rolled her eyes and grinned.  "Seriously?"

I was blushing.  "Yeah.  I thought you were so sexy, and I
imagined the two of you fucking... it kept me awake nights.  It
was stupid."  She was leaning towards me now with a playful,
mischievous look.

"Karen, are you jealous?  Who else?"

I hesitated.  "Andrew."  Our T.A.  A senior on the football team,
one of those quietly intelligent frat boys who, I felt, Amy was
destined to marry.  He came from her world: money, private
schools, finally the University where they would do brilliantly
and go on to careers that financed an expensive lifestyle.  A
backwoods girl from Georgia like me couldn't compete with that.

She seemed to be enjoying this.  She leaned over and kissed my
neck again, and said, "I like you jealous.  Who else?"

"Caroline."  Our lab preceptor.  Tall, energetic.  "I figured if
you liked girls you'd end up with her."

"Is she into girls, do you think?" asked Amanda evenly.

"No idea." I was feeling something like panic.  "Amanda.  If you
knew how much it hurt..."

She ran her fingers through my hair.

She kissed me.

She said, "Shhh.  It's all right.  I'm here.  Turn.  In there."

The apartment building was opulent... there was no disguising it
from myself.  I was stepping into another world, where money was
plentiful.

"Your place," I said dully.  I was so out of my league with this
girl.  I had gone from exaltation to despair.

"Yours now, too," she said, and her fingers twined in mine.

I pulled the car through an iron gate in a brick privacy wall,
parked it, and we walked through a courtyard, to the elevators.

When the doors of the elevator closed, Amanda turned to me with a
half-smile.  "More of those kisses, please," and she felt so
natural in my arms, so much a creature of gentle intense lust as
she kissed me that I was lost in love.

She led me down a hall, through a door that she opened with a
swipe of a credit-card key, the kind they use in hotels.  She led
me in.  The place was big, with French doors opening to the 20th
floor view and a balcony with enough space to eat breakfast
together.  The kitchen was spacious with an island and a
breakfast bar.

She grinned at me.  "You like it?"

I was crying.  "I'm stunned."  It was like years of poverty,
intellectual and emotional and financial poverty, were being
wound up by this beautiful girl, rolled up in her magical hands,
and vanishing.

She kissed me, leading me by the hands.  "You can stay as long as
you want," she said.

She led me through a door into her bedroom.  Photographs on the
wall.  It seemed a little strange.  I felt drugged or high.  God,
I was so wet.  My hot little Baptist girl was easing my jeans
off.  I was almost embarrassed at how wet I was, but she looked
at me seriously.

"You're in love, Karen, I know that.  Just trust that things are
as they ought to be."

She began licking me.

Her finger slipped inside me.

I was trembling as she made me come over and over again.  She
crawled up my body, and held me, still clothed, me in just my
t-shirt.

"Shhh, baby.  It's alright."

Someone else was behind me.

Amanda's kiss.

Amanda's arm around me.

Her legs against mine.

Her fingers on my clit.

Her voice in my ear.

"Shhh.  Just relax.  You're going to love this.  I'll be here."

Dr. Kyle.

He was looking down on me with an expression impossible to read.
He bent and kissed me.

I kissed him back.

He kissed Amanda.  He kissed her more deeply than me.  I felt
like I was falling.  He loved her more.

His cock was in her hand, and she looked deep into my eyes as she
guided it to me and into me.  Fuck, I thought.  I need her.

Then Dr. Kyle was fucking her, and they were intense, and she
clung to him, a student fucking her professor.

"Lick her," he said.  "You're beautiful, Karen.  I've wanted you
for a long time.  Lick her."  I did.  While his cock parted those
petal-like labia, I licked her.

When he came in her, he called her name, and she clung to him and
kissed him.  She was still coming when she ran her fingers
through my hair and said, "Lick me clean, Karen."  I was dying. 
There was nothing left but Amanda.  "Lick me," she whispered,
urgently.  "He wants to watch you lick me clean."  It came to me
like a slow dawn.  She is afraid of losing him.

Everything was suddenly clear.

I was ready.

"Do you want me to lick this little slut clean?  Do you want me
to suck your cum out of her perfect little pussy?"

The room was suddenly silent.

He kissed me passionately, deeply, lovingly, tenderly.  He was my
lover.

He wanted me to lick her.

I did.


  
Poverty