On the ride back to campus, you shot down your roommate when she suggested she and I share snaps. That was the first time I saw your boldness and confidence in person. For a minute, I was worried you were going to pull the car over and crawl into the back to set her straight. Luckily, I was able to intercede and smooth things over. Though your roommate pointed out you share almost every snap with each other already, and recently we’ve all been watching each other masturbate, you say you want to retain the right to share or not if you choose.
Now back on campus, we walk up the stairs in silence, though your roommate does hike her skirt up to give me a great view of her tight, round ass in a skimpy g-string. Blushing, I try to avert my eyes, so instead she gives you a spank and grabs your ass cheek sensually as you climb. You yelp and brush her hand away repeatedly as she snickers and grins at me. In retaliation, you flip her skirt up.
This doesn’t pan out as you probably expected. She holds a hand over her mouth in mock shock, then bends at the hip with her hands on the stairs above and her legs straight, displaying her exposed ass for all to revere. You roll your eyes and shake your head, ignoring her as you step through the door to our floor.
I try to follow, but she spreads her legs to block my way and looks back at me seductively. With an open hand, she spanks her own ass and grabs her cheek. As I turn my head away, she pulls her cheek to the side, revealing the smallest strip of fabric that could successfully cover her vulva. The folds of her asshole stretched out from behind the floss that cuts between her cheeks, and her swollen mound tries to swallow her thong.
Stepping up three steps just to get past her leg, I leave her in the stairwell to pout. When I step between your door and mine, I find you standing just inside your dorm room with your arms folded.
“She’s sure made a one-eighty.” I scan my id to unlock my door when you stop me in my tracks.
“Is that what you want?”
I turn to you and see a mix of so many emotions on your face that I can’t hope to understand. You’re blushing. Your eyes are wet. You’re smiling. Your hair is hanging limply beside your cheeks. You’re shaking. Your arms are folded.
“Her?” I ask, thumbing toward the stairwell. You nod and turn your head away.
“No.” You look at me skeptically, but I sense relief to some degree. “She’s fun in her own way, sure, but I’m already interested in someone else.”
You smile back at me and sniffle. Rubbing your nose, you drop your arms and rub one with your hand. “Oh, yeah. And who might that be?”
Before you can escape behind the door or your phone, I lock my lips with yours. With hands on your shoulders, I hold you there, knowing full well you could flee like a scared deer. You freeze under my touch, and not wanting to be blamed for harassment, I end our kiss too soon.
“Excuse me.” Your roommate brushes past us and drops her shopping bag on her chair before flopping on her bed. Her skirt flips up to reveal her wet mound, slick through her lace panties, and her trimmed pubis. “You can stare all you want, but I don’t think either of you is really that interested.”
I say a quick goodbye to her and you before I scan my ID again and slip into my room, leaving you still frozen, eyes closed and lips puckered in your doorway. Dropping my own purchases into my shower caddie, I recline at my desk and blow a long breath. I wasn’t planning on kissing you like that. Our first kiss. My first kiss. It wasn’t supposed to be like that, but it felt like the right thing to do at the moment.
Based on the progression of our snaps and ‘sessions’ as we call them now, I’d say it was the right choice. I have a nice collection in a secure folder on my phone, and from your own confession, you have one, backed up on your computer, no less.
So far, I’ve avoided Tachibana Sensei since the misunderstanding with your roommate, other than having her class. I’m not sure what happened, but I assume she is preoccupied with some other student toy. For a little while, you and I have each other’s free time for ourselves, with the occasional intrusion from your roommate. But with how often you invite her into things, she’s become less of a third wheel and more of a transient member of our relationship. We aren’t a threesome, but she comes and goes often enough that she’s neither expected nor missed. She just appears as a matter of fact when she does.
After lunch in the cafeteria together, where you insisted on sitting in a secluded corner so you could stick your stockinged foot between my legs and press on my hard manhood, we check our college post office boxes. With a groan, I pull a lavender-colored and scented envelope from my box. Elegant calligraphy emphasizes my suspicion. Tachibana Sensei summons me to her office for an important student-teacher conference.
With slight horror, I realize she’s expecting me in five minutes. This is what I get for not checking my mail more regularly. With a quick explanation, I shuffle through the crowd and up the stairs. As I clear the doors, I feel a tug on my bag.
“Isn’t this that Japanese spider you told me about?” You glare, but not at me. You’ve made it abundantly clear how you feel about ‘The Spider.’
“Yeah. I don’t know what she wants since she hasn’t bothered me in class. Do you want to come with?”
“Ugh.” You grimace, but keep up with my fast walk. “I’ll stay in the hall in case you need backup.”
You nudge me with a giggle and together we enter the building, laughing. At the corner before Tachibana Sensei’s hallway, you wrap your arm around mine and pull me down into a quick kiss on the cheek. You give me a slap on the ass with a giggle as I round the corner, and then it’s a slow walk to Sensei’s door.
“Honestly, girl, who wouldn’t notice cum on their coat?” Sensei’s voice carries down the hall as a bright-faced girl steps into the doorway and freezes. I stop in my tracks and stare at Sam from the public library from two paces away.
“Oh,” she says as she holds a hand up to her chest. I watch as her mind searches where she recognizes me.
“What is it, girl?” Sensei calls from within. At her voice, Sensei’s previous comment must register in Sam’s mind and she makes the connection, her eyes growing wide.
“It was you.”
“Who girl? What’s the matter?” Sensei steps forward to stand behind Sam and catches sight of me. For a moment, both women are looking at me with equal but different sexual thoughts running through their minds. Sensei looks at Sam and then back at me before she smirks.
“We’ve been a naughty boy, haven’t we?” I stand frozen by the moment just as if caught in her web. Striking like a spider on flailing prey, she snatches my wrist before I can turn back and yanks me into her office along with Sam.
Sensei locks the door, all four locks, and slings me into a chair before stalking around her desk and splaying herself across her chair. With a stern look and a quick swipe of her pointed finger at Sam and the chair beside the door, Sensei places all her pieces where she pleases.
“As my student assistant, you can assist me in this matter. It appears you’re also acquainted, so this may make things more interesting.” Turning to me, she lays out her reason for the summons.
“After your abrupt departure last time, I thought I’d give you some space to come around on your own, but that doesn’t seem to be happening.” She eyes me closely with her dark eyes from beneath heavily mascaraed lashes. My thoughts drift back to you in the hallway, locked out of rescue.
“This concerns me. I hope you haven’t found some young plaything to distract you from what’s been offered before you. You didn’t strike me as a lustful boy, chasing ass and tit around this sexual pressure cooker of an institution. But I wonder.”
With a snap, she commanded Sam to stand and, with a hooked finger in the air; she beckoned the girl forward. Sam stood in the middle of the office beside me, just out of arm’s reach, and held her hands behind her back.
“Take a look at this one. Beyond being a spunky thing when prodded, she caught my eye because of something on her coat which I believe you might be related to, if not responsible for, and was even caught in a very compromising position, thus she is now mine through blackmail.”
Sam’s cheeks burn as I watch her tremble under Sensei’s words. She flinches as if she can feel our eyes wandering over her body. I pull my eyes away to stare at Sensei. She holds a hand to her chest in mock abashment.
“What? Do you find me cruel? Let this be a warning and a promise.” Sensei turns back to Sam and waves her hand palm up, as if lifting something, and looks back at me. “I may seem cruel from the outside, but really, I’m quite a compassionate superior.”
Sensei looks at Sam, who hasn’t shown any change since Sensei’s last silent command, and anger washes over her angular face. Sensei slaps her desk, snapping Sam out of her defiance. While the silence in the room rings, Sam lifts her sweater to reveal she isn’t wearing anything underneath. Her perky breasts bounce as she lifts past them. Her nipples stand fully erect in the cool air.
“Stop.” Commands Sensei, freezing Sam with her sweater over her head and arms.
“Now, you.” She addresses me. “Stand.”
I stare at her in amazement. I have no intention of moving. She has nothing on me.
“Need I threaten with the stain we found on Sam’s coat?”
I hold my ground and level gaze, impassive as a stone.
“I can fill in the blanks myself and bring it to the dean or whoever I need to.” Sensei bites the end of her pinkie and smiles.
I suppose standing isn’t degrading…at first.
“Good, now look at her. Hands where I can see them.”
I let my hands drop to my sides and let my eyes soak in Sam’s partially exposed body. We both stand before Sensei like statues, and she admires us as such with a slightly condescending eye.
My eyes follow the contour of Sam’s breasts, popping out with her nipples, and cascading down her belly to the waistband of her skirt. I jump to the hem and notice her inner thighs are glistening. I bet she’s not wearing panties either.
“Up.” comes the fortuitous command. Sam struggles to pull one of her arms free and raises her skirt. Her sleek, shaven pussy shines in the fluorescent light. Her juices coat her entire mound and run down her leg. I’d never looked at Sam this way, but my pants grow tight as my cock responds.
“Mmm.” I look back to Sensei and see her hand inside her black lace thong, rubbing her own wet pussy. Her legs are spread as wide as her chair arms will allow. She’s looking between my bulge and Sam’s exposed flesh.
“Come back, girl.”
Obediently, Sam steps around the desk and sits on top, her legs spread for Sensei and her free hand now grabbing her breast. Sensei slaps away Sam’s hand and takes her breasts in her own hands.
“I didn’t say you could twist your nipple.” Sensei looks up at Sam’s sweater-concealed head and licks her nipple. A shutter jolts through the sweater and a tiny gasp escapes.
While Sensei is occupied, I slowly back towards the door. With my hands behind my back, I fumble with the locks, careful not to make a sound. As I finger the last lock within the door handle, itself, Sensei kneels in front of Sam, her fingers furiously twisting Sam’s nipples while she licks up Sam’s wetness.
I ease the door open a crack, both transfixed and horrified by what I’m seeing. In porn, this is choreographed, and the actors are mostly willing participants. But here? Sam may be legal, but this…
A hand reaches in and grabs my bag. I stumbled back and close the door silently as you whirl me around. Holding me by my shoulders, you look me up and down, pausing when you see my bulge. You place your hand over my pants and give me a firm squeeze.
“I’ll take care of this. You tell me what all that noise was about.” Now that you mention it, I do hear Sam and Sensei’s guttural moans through the door. Leading me by my crotch, you exit the building.
Warm sunshine tickles my exposed skin and sparkles in the dripping icicles hanging from the gutters. Birds warble as they flit through the air in a dance with gravity. Your blonde hair glows gold as a more seasonal warm breeze wafts through it.
You look back at me peeved. All I can see is the sparkle in your blue eyes. “What?”
I smile at you dumbly, eliciting a smile of your own. You stop beneath a great oak and look at me in confusion. With a finger, I trace the curve of your cheek as you smile and blush, tracing the shape to your chin. Curling my forefinger under your chin and placing the pad of my thumb below your lips, I lift your face and knock my lips with yours.
For this moment, nothing before or after exists. A wind swirls around us, blocking off the world and washing away any apprehension. Retrieving my upper lip from your teeth, I lock eyes with you and take a deep breath.
“I love you.”
You stare at me in a daze and then grab the hand I’m using to hold your chin and spin on your heel. Tugging with all your tiny might, you march us back to the dorm.
“Jerk-ass-butt-face.”
“What?” I laugh, not knowing what’s wrong now.
“Just when I think I’m a step ahead of you. Just when I think I’ve found a flaw I can be mad at, you go and say something stupid like that and ruin the moment.”
“I don’t think that’s how the scene goes.” I chide. You give me a smiling glare over your shoulder.
“And where do you think it’s going now?” you ask with a suppressed giggle.
Only you know, but I’m the luckiest guy in the world.
