Synopsis: Fairfield College can claim the sexiest student body ever.
Disclaimer: The story you are about to read is probably not true. Any resemblence to any actual people is probably coincidental. The names have been changed to preserve the fantasy. Feel free to share, but let me know if you are going to post this anywhere else, I'd like to know.
It was College Day at Reagan High.
In the gym, various institutes of higher learning had set up booths in the hope of attracting the students who would be graduating next year. None of the more prestigious universities needed to be there, so most of the booths promoted second and third tier colleges.
Carlie had already applied for Princeton, and she knew she had the grades to get in. She and her friend Laurie wandered through the aisles without paying much attention to the displays.
"Start Your Career As A Dental Hygenist," one poster screamed at her. "I start every day as a dental hygenist," thought Carlie, who took flossing very seriously. The result was that she had perfect teeth and a dazzling smile...which surprisingly few boys (or men) noticed, as they were looking below her neck.
As Carlie and Laurie wandered past the Bible Colleges, vocational colleges and clown colleges manned by divinity students, mechanics who taught, and clowns (but not in that order), they saw that one booth had attracted several boys. As they approached, Carlie was surprised to see that it was a college for girls. But then she saw the college students manning the booth. They were two of the most beautiful young ladies Carlie had ever seen. No wonder the boys were flocking.
One of the girls caught Carlie's eye. "Can I have a word with you?" she called out. Carlie and Lauria approached.
"I'm not really interested..." Carlie began.
"You can say that again..." muttered one of the boys. It was a well known fact that the prettiest girl in school did not date much, and even had a reputation for coldness.
Carlie started over, "Look, I already know where I'm going, I'm not interested."
"But Fairfield is interested in you," the girl replied smoothly. She held out a brochure, and Carlie took it.
"Hello, I'm here too," said Laurie. She was used to being ignored by the boys when she was with Carlie, but not by the girls.
"Oh, yes, sorry, here you go..." said the Fairfield student, hurridly passing another brochure to Laurie.
But now Carlie had seen all she had to see. The curriculum wasn't very interesting, some basic economics courses and a couple in political science. Princeton had nothing to worry about.
"Thank you. I'll think about it," said Carlie dismissively as she moved away.
"One last thing. Why don't you step into the back and watch a video about the college. We produced it ourself at our state-of-the-art production facility."
There were no media production courses mentioned in the brochure. Reluctantly, Carlie and Laurie found themselves in the back of the booth putting on headphones and watching a video monitor.
The video was about five minutes long. When it was over, Carlie could not remember what was in it, so she asked to watch it again. The third viewing was requested by Laurie.
Afterwards, they were given application forms, and a couple of DVD's about the college ("This one you can watch with your family," said the college student, "and this one is for you alone.").
Later, Carlie sat on a bench in the foyer outside the gym, going through the forms, the brochure, and looking at the cover of the DVD. "Who cares about Princeton," she thought, "I'm going to the Fairfield College For Young Ladies."
Her parents did not take the news well at first. A girls' college no one had ever heard of, located in New York City? But when Carlie showed them the video, they relented, and even began to show enthusiasm. They visited the colleges website, and looked at a list of alumni: the only names they recognized were the wife of the governor, a Fax News anchor, and the latest wife of Ronald Trumpet (later Carlie would learn that Trumpets previous two wives were also grads). Another grad was the wife of a senator who recently ran for his party's nomination for president (during the primary debates, whenever the senator spoke, the cameras would show reaction shots from the wife, who was uncommonly attractive - some pundits suggested that the networks were being sexist, and others suggested that he should shut up and just trot her out, since she had more crediblility than the senator did since mentioning his UFO sighting). They also read about the founder of the college, the famous Dr. Emil Earmark.
The family left the computer more enthused than ever. Carlie and her father filled out the forms, printed off copies of some letters of reccomendation from teachers, put them in an envelope and addressed the envelope. It would be sent in the morning. Then they went to bed.
Around three in the morning Carlie woke. She booted up her computer and removed her pajamas. She positioned the webcam, smiled, and snapped a picture. She then programmed the timer, and took a step back. She took several shots this way, from various angles, each showing her ass, her legs, her boobs, or her face. When she was satisfied, she attached the pictures to an e-mail, which was promptly sent off. Then she erased from the hardrive the pictures and records of the e-mail. The next day she would have no recollection of having done this, much less the e-mail address.
About a month later a letter came in the mail. Carlie had been accepted. The only disapointment was that Laurie wasn't accepted, but after viewing the DVD that came with the rejection letter, Laurie wasn't too disapointed. When the acceptance letter from Princeton arrived at Carlie's home, it went straight into the trash.
Carlie was finishing her last year of High School, and preparing for college. On occasion Fairfield would send a DVD, and depending on how it was labelled, she would either watch it with her parents, or alone in her room on her computer. She could never remember the contents, but that didn't concern her at all.
Her parents were especially helpful at this time, often taking her shopping for school supplies. As well as the usual school supplies, they purchased some short skirts, tight tops, new underwear, nighties, a couple of slinky evening gowns, Viagra, birth control pills, new shoes, a cheerleaders uniform, a Catholic school uniform, and a nurses uniform.
Some of the items they were buying were not available at regular shops, so Carlie and her father also visited a adult store. The clerk was ringing up the purchases, ("...two sets of crotchless panties, anal lubricant, two sets of handcuffs...") when Carlie dropped a thin whip on the pile. "Daddy, we should get this too!"
"Okay, pumpkin."
The clerk looked up. "Daddy?"
"Yeah, she's my daughter. We're getting her some things for college."
The clerk looked at them, then shrugged. You see all kinds of things in this job...
Carlie loved her new purchases, but did not wear any of her new fashions, she was saving them for college. She did practice putting on her make-up until she had perfected three looks: subtle, sophisticated, and trashy. If her dating life was sporadic before, it was now non-existent. She even skipped the prom, despite several offers. That night she watched a Fairfield DVD with her family, and another one on her computer in her room, and then she practiced walking around in high heels. She knew that she would be dating in college, and a boyfriend back home would just get in the way.
Carlie put on a short skirt, the first she had worn in years, a tight top, and some strappy shoes her parents had bought her. The rest of the clothes were already packed and loaded in the car, it was time to go to the airport. There they hugged goodbye...they didn't know when they would see each other again, but were not particularly worried about that. Carlie was actually relieved to know somehow that they wouldn't miss her very much.
With all male (and a few female) eyes on her, she made her way onto the plane, and glided onto the tarmac at JFK.
At the airport she was greeted by a student holding up a sign. This was Louise Ng, a beautiful oriental girl who was in her third year at Fairfield. They chatted like Carlie imagined sophisticated college girls would chat, as they waited for another student to arrive on a later flight. At the airport coffeeshop (where male passengers, pilots and airport cleaners were walking into each other as they passed) Louise told of her boyfriend, a British Lord and retired admiral now naval attache with the UN. "He is so handsome with his grey hair and his British teeth. He has the cutest bald spot! And when we are in bed, the poor dear can't always get it up until I suck him a little, but then he always stands to attention, as he says! I like him so much better than Ronald..."
"Ronald?"
"You know, Ronald Trumpet from that show The Assistant. I used to go out with him."
"Did he ever say, 'You're fired?'"
"No, but he sure got me fired up. It was great at the time, but these days I don't know what I saw in him...oh look at the time, the flight from Chicago should be here by now. Remember, a Fairfield girl is never late for an appointment!"
Fresh from a suburb of Chicago came Jessica, a tall brunette in a tight dress (with black stockings who's tops peeked out from the bottom of the dress). They loaded their luggage into a van and made their way onto Manattan, and then to a non-descript building. They parked the van, and then went inside. There were a number of new students (all beautiful, all in skimpy outfits) milling around the elegant reception area as the secretaries and assistant registrars (all beautiful themselves, despite being a little older) tried to work out the dorm assignments and class schedules. "It's like this at the beginning of every semester," smiled Louise.
Carlie waited under a portrait of the late founder of the college, Dr. Emil Earmark, a neurologist famous for his research into human emotions, using the then primitive MRI machines.
Eventually order came from chaos, as older students would take pairs of freshmen on tours and to their dorms. Carlie and Jessica would be sharing a room, and an senior named Mary (a black girl who could put Halle Berry to shame) took them around the building (which was larger than they expected). One door opened as they passed. A pudgy gentleman in a sweatshirt was stepping out, and inside the room seemed to be a sophisticated video editing suite.
Carlie knew immediately that she liked this guy. And judging by the smile on Jessica's face, Jessica liked him too.
Mary said, "This is Professor Edgar Borroughs. These are a couple of our new students, Carlie and Jessica."
"Welcome ladies," said Edgar, opening his arms. Carlie stepped inside to recieve his welcoming hug. It was like heaven, especially the hand stroking her ass. Then it was smiling Jessica's turn. Jessica was fairly tall, so Edgar rested his head on her chest as Jessica stroked his thinning hair. Then they parted. Turning to Mary, he said, "And how are you, my little Tiger?"
"Rawr!" Mary pretended to claw Edgars' chest.
"My wife is going to be busy with all the new students, so why don't you see me when you're done here," Said Edgar.
Mary lit up. "I'll be right with you!"
They continued the tour at a much faster pace.
"Did you know that he's married to one of the secretaries, the blonde one?" asked Mary.
In another life they would have wondered what so beautiful a woman was doing with such a slub of a man, but for right now, they saw it as natural and normal that he should have a gorgous wife, and that they should flirt with him, and if the conditions were right, maybe even seduce him.
They also saw the cafeteria (which was more like a fancy restaurant than the caf back in high school), the Trumpet Auditorium (with it's state-of-the-art projection system), the row of guest suites, the beauty salon, the exercise room (Carlie would not have predicted how much time she would eventually spend there), and more.
Their dorm rooms were more like apartments, with an amazing amount of closet space. There were individual bedrooms, but the bathroom and living room was shared between the two girls. They were supplied with their own computers that were linked up to the main system. They were informed that the benefit of this was that they could upload videos from the central server very quickly. It was against the rules, however, to use anyone else's computer.
Mary showed them how to log on, and the freshmen were surprised to see that they both had messages waiting for them. The attachements said Orientation, Carlie (or Jessica). Mary told them that while watching the videos, they should wear the headphones. Indeed, there were no speakers with either computer. And since they were in their own cubicles, there was no way for one girl to see what the other was watching without entering the cubicle and going around the desk.
"Well, enjoy the videos, and we'll see you in the auditorium this evening," said Mary. "Oh, and by the way, no students are allowed in Edgars editing suite, so let's keep this to ourselves, ok?" Carlie and Jessica agreed, and Mary left at almost a run.
After viewing the videos, Jessica and Carlie emerged from their cubicles around the same time. "You know what would be fun," asked Jessica, "If we went to the orientation tonight in some sexy negligees!"
Carlie was thinking the same thing. So they bathed, did their hair, applied some make-up, and slipped into something diaphenous.
If they thought they were being original, they were wrong. The Trumpet Auditorium could have been where the Victoria's Secret catalog was shot (although some outfits would have offended even those subscribers). All the new students, about fifty freshmen, were in their undies, and the returning students, another three hundred girls, were in sleek evening wear. There were about ten men walking around and greeting the girls. Carlie felt a special warmth for each of them, and was flattered when they stared at her chest, or watched her bum when she walked off. Mary and Edgar entered, Mary looking a little more dishevelled (and in the same clothes as earlier). Edgar, of course, was pretty dishelvelled to begin with, and if his beautiful wife had an idea about what was going on, she didn't seem to mind as she cosied up to Edgar.
An announcement came for everyone to take their seats. On the podium were about 20 people, faculty. The men were exceptionally attractive, despite being very different types: adorably chubby Edgar, the distinguished older men, the huggable short swarthy guy, and more. The women were very beautiful.
The ceremony was brief. The Headmaster of the college (Carlie giggled at the entendre of Head Master...she'd like to give head to that master!), a handsome balding man in his 50's introduced himself and the faculty. He then invited the freshmen onto the platform to meet the faculty.
So about fifty girls in sexy undergarments paraded across the stage as three hundred more in slinky gowns applauded. As Carlie walked up, she made sure she put an extra sexy wiggle in her walk, she wanted to be noticed.
She was. As Carlie walked past the Headmaster stopped her and asked her name. She gave it, and he said, "Well, see you later, then." As Carlie stepped off the stage she could see the president whispering to Edgar.
When they returned to their rooms that evening there was a message and a video waiting for Carlie on her computer. None was waiting for Jessica so she went to bed. Carlie watched the video, then changed into a rather trashy outfit, complete with high heel pumps, black stockings with garters, a short skirt, no panties, and a loose blouse with no bra underneath. She then went up to the top of the building where the Headmaster had his suite.
The presidents' wife, Suzanne, opened the door. She was in her thirties and ravishing. Suzanne greeted Carlie warmly and invited her in. As she poured two glasses of wine, Dr. Phillip Jasper, Headmaster of Fairfield College, entered. He was short and bald...and the most handsome man Carlie had ever seen. Of course Carlie had noticed him before, and liked him, but being this close to him, and alone (well almost alone, his wife was bringing him a glass of wine), she was taken aback by his masculine beauty. She felt a tingle pussy, and found herself wondering what it would be like to be taken by this magnificent man. And as Jasper stared at her, Carlie found her heart beating and her face flush.
Suzanne brought Carlie a glass of wine, then said, "Well, I'm off to bed. I'll be in the spare room tonight, but call me if you'd like me to join in." Suzanne kissed her husband and said with a smile, "Have fun!" and then left the room.
Jasper and Carlie sat down on opposite arms of an L shaped couch. Carlie leaned forward to take her wine (giving Jasper a nice view of her cleavage) and the crossed her legs, making sure she flashed him in the process. He smiled and said, "Tell me about yourself, Carol."
She didn't correct him. If he wanted to call her Carol, it was fine with her. She started started to talk about her life back home, and her hopes and dreams, when he interrupted with a frown. "That's one thing you'll learn here at Fairfield, how to make conversation with a man."
Carlie wondered what men like to talk about. Back home, depending on the guy, it would be sports, motors, Lord Of The Rings, girls...
She asked, "So what do you think about the new students this semester?" she asked.
"A fine batch, a fine batch indeed. Can't wait to, uhm, meet them all." And he winked at her.
Carlie was trying to be sophisticated, but her heart felt like it was going to burst..."I love you!" she blurted out.
Jasper smiled. "Of course you do. Why don't you come a little closer..."
She uncrossed her legs (another flash), and stood to take a step closer. Jasper, still sitting, put his hand on her hip and started stroking. He was setting her on fire, especially when his hand went under her skirt. She kneeled down in front of him and stroked his leg as he opened her top. She could feel him stiffening under his pants, so she undid the buttons on his pants, and out popped the most beautiful thing Carlie had ever seen, six inches staring at her, inviting her...
She was now desperate to make it happy, to take it into herself. She licked it for a while and then popped it into her mouth, savouring the feel and taste of his cock.
She knew what he wanted (and what she needed). She stood up and moved forward. Then she lowered herself, impaling herself with that magnificent hunk of meat, feeling a tiny bit of pain as he entered her virgin territory. He grabbed her ass under the skirt that was now just a belt, and his thrusts were fast, feverish, and utterly delightful as she felt herself cumming and cumming...
Eventually they made their way into the master bedroom (appropriate, since he was the master). When he was ready again, she took him in her mouth again and this time tasted the wonderfully addictive nectar spurting from his cock.
As he fell asleep, she gathered her clothes, and made her way back to the dorm. She had just experienced the best time she ever had. She reflected how she had graduated high school a naive virgin, but was now a sophisticated college girl.
Fairfield College For Young Ladies was everything she had hoped it would be.