## Archive-name: campus.dream

From: Anonymous

Subject: STORY : A campus dream...

Newsgroups: alt.sex

Brian walked into his fifth Statistics class in three years and looked around for the best seat for that semester. Not many people were there, but he took a moment to say Hi to the ones he knew.
Middle left was the best seat. Not in the front, center of attention, not in the back with greater chances to snooze, and not right by the windows, with annoying sunlight and cold drafts.
He started to put his books down on a table when he was interrupted by a delightfully feminine voice.
"Oooh, darn, I was hoping to get the wall seat. Could we switch?" Brian looked up and drank in the person addressing him. He had never seen her before and he knew he would have remembered someone that pretty.
She was tall, close Brian's 5'10", and slender. She wore a Swimming Team sweatshirt that explained her well toned legs and defined her breasts to be large enough to get Brian's fingers itching. Her hair was light brown and her eyes a pale green. A little makeup for the proper illusions and Brian felt like he was looking at a goddess.
Statistics does train the mind to think well, and Brian was able to absorb all those thoughts without staring gape-mouthed at her.
"Sure, no problem." He moved out of the seat and waited for her to sit down. Then he took the seat next to her.
"I've never seen you in the statistics department. Are you new to the university?" She smiled and nodded.
"Yes, I just transferred last month. I'm Tracy." Brian returned the introduction.
"And if you need any help navigating this campus, just let me know. I work a couple hours a week in the Statistics & Math Office.
Brian's effort was cut short by the start of class and neither one of them had the chance to chit-chat during the lecture. Brian left her with a see-you-tomorrow and kicked himself as she smiled and walked down the hall. With these things, sometimes you had to strike while the iron was hot and he had just dropped it sooner than he wanted to. That is until she tapped him on the shoulder.
"Brian, could you show me how to get to the athletic hall from here, I've got a practice with the Swim Team in half an hour." Brian thanked the Lord and promised not to screw up again.
They walked and talked across the spring-warmed campus. Tracy was a Computer Science student in her fourth year, and was trying to make the cut on the swim-team. She was rooming off campus with Emily, a very close friend. Brian tried to charm her with wit and didn't do too badly. He dropped her off at the athletic hall and then snuck in to watch the practice.
Brian waited for about 20 minutes before some of the women began to come out for warm-ups. He hadn't realized what nice figures swimming could give to a woman. Then he spotted Tracy. She was grouped with a couple others and they appeared to be the ones hoping to try out for the team.
Tracy was beautiful. She walked like a lioness, her long legs gliding through the air with visible power. Brian felt his crotch start to wake up when she turned away from him and adjusted the back of her one-piece bathing suit. Brian wished he could slip a finger under that lycra.
She started joking with some of the swimmers already in the water about how cold it was, and, of course, one flipped her with water. She sucked in her breath when the water caught her in the chest. Brian almost groaned as he saw her nipples harden instantly and poke at the material. Tracy was embarassed and folded her arms in front of her and walked away casually, hoping no one would notice.
The swimming coach walked out right then and called the practice to order. She was probably about 35 years old and was giving nothing away about her figure in her loose sweats.
Brian watched the practice and enjoyed the lithe forms knifing through the water. When it started to wrap up, he realized that he was 15 minutes late to the Stats office. He started to gather his books, and watched the women exit the pool. The coach called Tracy over as the rest were leaving.
Brian couldn't hear what was said, but the length of time that the coach's hand laid on Tracy's firm ass was unmistakeable. Tracy seemed to nod and walked towards the locker room.
This shocked and intrigued him. He waited until the swimmers and the coach had all gone to the locker room and he looked around. The pool room was deserted. He could see the coach in her office, pacing a bit, shuffling papers in no particular order. Brian decided that he could survive missing an hour at the Stats office, so he sat there.
After about 15 minutes, the coach left her office to head into the locker room. Brian tucked his books and jacket into a shadowy corner of the bleachers and snuck down to the women's locker room door.
There were no sounds from inside so he pushed the swinging door open and headed inside. It didn't take him long to find the showers and the locker area and seconds later he found them.
Tracy was laid back on a bench, her heels pulled up against her ass. Her hands were caressing her breasts and pinching her nipples. The coach had her back to Brian and was kneeling at the end of the bench, her face buried in Tracy's pussy. The coach had stripped to a swimsuit of her own, and Brian found quite attractive in her own right. He was about to pull back out of sight when Tracy caught his eye and licked her lips at him in a slow and sensual motion.
Brian was stunned. He couldn't move. He could just stand there watching this girl he'd just met be licked to orgasm by another woman. His cock wasn't stunned as it bulged his slacks out quite noticably. After a few moments, Tracy looked down at his cock-bulge and her eyes grew wide in exaggerated awe. She smiled at him again and began to suck her thumb like it was a miniature cock.
Brian watched as she eventually got hot enough to forget him and she started moaning. The coach was stroking her legs as she licked Tracy's cunt. It didn't take long before Tracy began to cry out in orgasm, her legs opening and closing around her lover's head.
As the two women cooled down, Brian snuck to the far side of the locker room and watched from around another row of lockers.
Tracy sat up and they embraced intimately, kissing each other, sharing Tracy's pussy juices. The coach leaned back.
"Will you kiss me now?" She certainly didn't seem like the one in control of the situation.
Tracy kissed her lips and leaned back.
"I think I'll just have to wait until the new swim team roster... cums... out." The coach was already rubbing her crotch as she got up to leave, looking as depressed as a guy sent home from an evening of petting with his girlfriend.
After a few moments, Tracy turned around and walked toward Brian, her breasts bouncing slightly, her nipples still erect and a horny smile still on her lips.
"I think you should come home with me, Brian. I need some help around the house." She smiled as she ran her hands up and down his body.
She knelt before him and deftly unzipped his slacks. A quick movement with his briefs and his cock hung in the air between him, 8 inches of throbbing meat. She opened her mouth and slowly sucked in his entire length. Brian was almost gasping in pleasure.
She moved her mouth off of his cock and tucked it back into his briefs. She then stretched his slacks until they closed around the engorged cock. Brian was caught off-guard. This never happened in any of the Penthouse Letters.
"We'd better save that for later. Nice taste though." She began to dress and Brian noticed that she wore no bra under her sweatshirt and no panties beneath her skirt. Some shoes and her bookbag and she was ready to go.
Brian nearly forgot his books and jacket, but he knew there would be no more classes for him tonight. At least, no more college-accredited classes...

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