Message-ID: <26186asstr$968022609@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "Mrs JWP" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; format=flowed X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 03 Sep 2000 12:59:14.0214 (UTC) FILETIME=[C2BAA460:01C015A6] Subject: {ASSM} Mrs.JWP 18/? Back at School Date: Sun, 3 Sep 2000 19:10:09 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw, newsman *******************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. The characters and places in this story are completely fictional and any resemblance to anyone or anything real is completely accidental and coincidental. Re-post of this story is only permitted if the posting site is free and non-commercial. Mrs. James Wentworth Preston (a Pen Name) Copyright 2000 *************************Thank You*********************************** Mrs. James Wentworth Preston Chapter 18 Back at School Dean Stevens quickly agreed to help the Wentworth's with their landscaping the next day and the two nude women moved back to the pool area to take a hot shower and get dressed. Patty saw Kate's watch and realized that Charlie the cabbie would soon be at her house to take her on a day of shopping. Patty quickly explained her situation to Kate. Kate insisted on taking her shopping and they'd go to Patty's house now to tell Charlie that he wouldn't be needed. Besides, she said, "I want to see your house anyway." They got to the Wentworth home just after Charlie and gave him the bad news. Patty borrowed ten dollars from the Dean and gave it to Charlie for showing up. He was very gracious toward the two sexy women and reassured them that: "I'll be happy to drive you anytime, anywhere you need." He handed each of them one of his cards and drove off with a smile and a wave. Patty took Kate into her home and showed it off to her. At the pool, Patty told of her morning swim with Junior and husband Bob. Kate pressed her for the sexy details and, listening to the sexy story, soon both women were hot again. They kissed and caressed each other. They stripped and jumped into the pool, getting horny and grabbing at each other. At the shallow end they ended up in a close embrace and went hand-in-hand to the lounge chairs to make love for the next hour or so. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Meanwhile, Junior and Bob, now Professor Wentworth, returned to campus and began their daily duties in the Chemistry Building. Junior got the labs ready for the students and Doc tended to his office work. Next, Junior checked his list for Patty's office needs. He saw that the telephone circuits had been installed and the new chair, waste basket, and fax machine had been delivered. He made a few calls and arranged to pick up her computer in the afternoon. Taking his list of what she'd said were her needs, he went to the supply room and filled a box with pencils, pens, post-it notes, tablets, Fax paper, and what ever else he thought she might need. Doc found that one of his grad students had left a voice mail message that she was ill and couldn't oversee her morning lab as scheduled. She said that she'd called around to find a replacement but no luck. She asked him to "Please sit in for me! I've been to health center and they told me absolutely I'm not to get out of bed today. I apologize for this and I'm sorry for the late notice. Thank you Doctor Wentworth." He checked the master schedule and saw that her lab began in 15 minutes. The lab experiments and the teaching points were basic and he knew them well. After all, he had written the entire lab program to mesh with his summer lesson plans. He checked his personal schedule and verified with the secretary that he was clear. After asking the secretary to extend her lunch hour and take the ill graduate student some flowers (nothing fancy; just an early summer bouquet) and make sure she didn't need anything, he closed his office and went to the lab. Once he was resigned to it, Doctor Wentworth began to look forward to the lab. Because the summer session was so short, labs were twice as long as normal. He enjoyed working directly with students and the labs offered an opportunity to work one-on-one with the young minds in a relaxed setting. He'd forgotten to get a detailed lesson plan off the computer so he went to Junior's office to borrow his copy. He found him piling boxes of supplies on Patty's desk. "Junior, I've got to take the 10AM lab; Carol is out sick. Do you have the lesson plan? I didn't have time to pull one off the computer." "Sure, Doc. No problem. Here's my weekly set; page 29 is where today's 10AM lab starts. I'll pull up the detailed one from the data base and print it for you. It'll take 20 minutes for me to bring it up, print it, and bring it to you. Go ahead and get started with this and I'll be along with the more complete one as soon as possible." Doctor Wentworth thanked him and went back to the lab reviewing the planned experiments. Junior used his computer to access the department's data base, find the proper lab lesson plan, and cued it up to print on the department's big document printer. He locked up his office and went upstairs to the main offices. The printer was in the Dean's office suite , next to the secretary's work area. The summer replacement for the department secretary, who was overseas for the summer, was a luscious babe who was the wife of a wall street financier who was getting his doctorate in finance. She been an executive secretary to some New York banker and was one of the most efficient, professional women he'd ever met. Naturally, the department secretarial duties, especially during the summer, paled compared to her high-powered city job. To keep her from getting bored stiff, the Dean and Professor Wentworth had sat with her and agreed that she could do personal research when ever she wanted, as long as it didn't interfere with her duties or be a profit to anyone except for her own education. The last time he'd been up to see her, she'd been deep into an analysis of the current and projected relationships among the Euro- bank, the Federal Reserve, the IMF, and the World Bank. Heady stuff. He was able to help her with her computer access to the University library's files; he couldn't help looking down her top at her ample bra encased breasts and at her slim thighs below the hems of her shorts as he leaned over her to instruct her on the intricacies of the somewhat chaotic data bases of the too rapidly expanding University computer system. He walked quietly to her open door and stood mesmerized by the sight of her ass in tight satiny runner's shorts as she bent over at the waist looking for something in a bottom drawer of a file cabinet. When she reached up to brush some blond hair off her face, he was sure that he could see some bare breasts under the loose top she was wearing. Even though he'd been fucked and sucked thoroughly in the last 12 hours, the sight gave him the beginnings of another erection. He moved back away from her door and, clomping his feet loudly, he approached again. This time he called out to her: "Hi Julie! How's it going!" as he entered her office. She stood, turned, and her million-watt smile lit up her face. "Hey, Junior. Good to see you! What's up?" Julie asked. Junior had met her husband several times and, though he was thoughtful, kind, and very serious, he wondered how well he was treating this gorgeous hunk of woman flesh. He'd never been the least bit forward with her, but, looking at those braless big tits under the thin spaghetti-strap top, he wondered again if it was at all possible that he might get to suck one some day. He sighed to himself. "I've got the 10AM lab lesson plan printing for Doc Wentworth. He's taking Carol's lab; she's out sick. I hope the printer is up and on- line!" He noticed her eyes on his crotch and the bulge there. `OK,' he thought. `Look at my boner and I'll look at your tits and ass!' She brushed a few hairs back, straining her top's thin cotton across her protruding nipples. "It should be all right. I ran a ten page document for the Dean earlier and it printed duplex, collated, and stapled perfectly without a kick, slap, or cuss word." Junior went to the printer and saw that his print outs were coming off fine, just not yet finished. "Yes, I heard about Carol." Julie continued. "Doc wants me to take her some flowers and make sure she's doing all right. He sure is sweet; taking the time to be sure she's OK." "Yeah, he's like that. He's quite a contrast to some other Profs; they don't even know their G.A.'s (graduate assistant's) names, much less care if they live or die. He's a new breed of professional college academics; he actually cares about their well being," Junior replied as he thought of how Doc had `taken care' of him the previous night. Grabbing his completed print out, Junior hastened to leave. "See you later. I've got to get this down to him right away." "Hey," she called after him, "I could use some of your knowledge on accessing another data base that's at State U. Come see me when you get a chance, OK?" "Right. Will do." Junior called out as he hurried out the door. `I'd like to cum all over those bouncing breasts of yours,' he thought. `I could strip off those skimpy shorts, lay you back on the Dean's desk, and eat your pussy until you screamed!' Other lewd thoughts crossed his mind about how he'd like to `help out' Julie, but too soon he was at the lab. It seemed to be in chaos with 25 students rushing around the lab, getting chemicals and glassware for their experiments. All were in white cotton lab aprons and goggles, required safety measures. The students were to prepare their experiments in their own work areas and then move to the special vented, explosion proof `testing chambers' to run the necessary reactions. There was lots of chatter and some confusion as the unprepared students floundered, trying to decide exactly what they should do. It was rather stupid. Every student had before class the description of each experiment and, with a small amount of effort before they came to class, they'd know exactly what to do and what to expect. The biggest complaint was always the Lab Notes. These were to be scribed by each student in special note books, detailing each experiment and the results. The unprepared were always running out of time and having to stay over to complete their notes. It was a real headache for him and the G.A.s. But, as Doctor Wentworth insisted, it was the most valuable of teaching points. "Even a mediocre chemist with good notes can succeed; those without will ultimately fail," he'd say. Pulling on his rubber apron and donning his goggles, Junior went to the Professor with his complete set of lab lesson plans. He was involved with one of the smarter students (ie: one who was prepared), discussing the student's concern that another reagent would be better for a particular experiment. "Yes, you're right in the specific sense," Doc was telling him. "It would work just as well, if this weren't a learning situation. First, it would cost three times as much to provide it for the students. Second, we're testing the procedure here. The chosen chemical is more broad spectrum and will give different reactions to errors in the procedure, thereby helping distinguish what's gone wrong. And thirdly, your reagent is very volatile and could explode if mishandled. Yes, you are correct, but in our teaching environment we need to use the one provided. I'm impressed that you thought of this and if you'd like to write up on one page your suggestion, make a hypothesis, and project the results, I'll consider it for a special extra lab for you to try it out. OK?" The young student stammered "Thank you sir" and moved back to his tasks very pleased that he made a good impression on `The' Doctor Wentworth. Junior, again at awe of his Professor's teaching and human skills to educate, please, and encourage each student as best he could, handed the lab lesson plan to him. He took his master set back and turned to take them to his office when a female student had an accident right next to them. A flask she'd been preparing had slipped and hit the lab table with a loud *SMASH*, splashing herself with a bright red liquid. Most of it had landed on the table or floor, but her cotton apron was covered with red and some had splashed on her face and goggles. Doctor Wentworth immediately saw that there was no hazard from the spilt liquid, but lab rules required the student go immediately to the overhead spray and rinse off. He nodded to Junior to help and he took her arm and walked her to the open mini-shower. She realize where they were headed and protested. Junior held her arm and pulled her to the safety area as he lectured: "You know the rules here. You splash; you shower! No exceptions. Now get in." Junior centered her under the water spray head and raised her hand to the chain pull to release the water as he untied the back of her apron. He didn't recognize her, suddenly realizing that she must be one of the new `wonder girls'; honor students admitted early so they could start their classes right after high school graduation. They took advanced placement tests and many could skip most of their first year of college moving right to second year studies. She did as most of the first-time users of the shower. They'd pull down too hard on the chain pull and get drenched instead of a simple light spray. "Whoa, whoa. Enough all ready!" Junior laughed as he pulled the soaked apron over her head and threw it into the corner. "Pull gently on the chain and you'll get a gentle shower. Its not like you got splashed with acid. Now do it slowly." This time she did it easy and the light spray washed her face. Junior pulled off her goggles and she pulled the chain again to finish the rinse. She was very embarrassed and forgot to go gently. She blasted herself with another deluge that wet her hair, blouse, and shorts. She let go and began to cry with humiliation at her wet hair and clothes. Junior quickly stepped to the lab closet and got her a couple of big, fluffy towels. As he returned he saw the water running down her very curvy legs and that her blouse and bra were soaked, turning them transparent. Her pink erect nipples poked deliciously thru her top and her wet white shorts showed a dark pubic area. `Lord above!' thought Junior. `What a fine piece of seventeen year old female we've got here!' Junior handed her one towel and knelt down in front of her to dry her legs. He stared at her reveled bush as he patted her legs dry. Finally, he wrapped his towel around her waist and looked up to see her drying her short brown hair. The vigorous rubbing was doing fantastic things to her tits. The big boobs wiggled and jiggled. Junior had another huge erection. He stood and nearly wilted as her big brown eyes welled over with huge tears running down her cheeks. Turning her away from the class, he escorted her out and over to the ladies restroom with the two towels wrapped around her. "I'm such a stupid klutz!" she sobbed. "I always do everything wrong!" "Come on! It's OK! It's only a little water!" Junior tried to console her. "Listen, I'll go get your purse and bring you some more towels. Now go in the restroom and I'll be right back." Junior pushed her tight little bottom into the ladies room. `Nice ass! I wish I was seventeen again!' he thought as he got the towels and purse. "Hey you!" Junior called into the women's washroom. "Hey wet head. Come get your purse!" Shortly she returned, still sniffling and feeling bad. He handed her two more towels and her purse. She was completely draped in the first two towels and Junior wondered if she was naked under all that damp fluffy cotton. "What's your name?" he asked but she was shuddering with the wet cold and couldn't get anything out. "Ah come on! I can't keep saying `Hey You!' My name is Junior. What's yours?" "Em . . . .Emily!" she managed. "OK Emily. Go get as dry as you can and I'll be back with something to cover you up. Don't take more than 10 minutes. You're missing a lot of the lab. I'll help you get back to the procedures and see you thru the rest of the lab. OK? I'll go clean up the mess and you get ready to get back to work. Remember, only 10 minutes." Junior cleaned up the broken glass, wiped down the counter, and mopped the floor. He got out a clean flask, made the proper solution, and got a clean staff rubber lab apron for her. He went to the restroom to get her but she was all ready outside waiting on a bench. She sat with her head down, still embarrassed. The four towels were neatly folded beside her on the bench, next to her purse. Her hair, still damp, was brushed and she appeared ready to go back to work, though a little damp. She had her arms crossed over her breasts, hiding them. Junior sat down and decided to take a few minutes for attitude adjustment. "Look Emily, I know you're embarrassed, but you shouldn't worry about it. The worst of it was the shower and getting all wet. Everyone who first uses the shower soaks themselves. No matter where you go in Chemistry, or other labs, there are the same safety showers. You just learned early how to not do it. Right?" She nodded and murmured "Yes". "I got you this sexy black rubber apron like mine and you can wear it. Don't worry, nobody saw your exposed chest except me. And I won't tell a soul. Why should I? I saw a little bit of heaven and I'm not going to go bragging on it." Emily looked up quickly and stared at him. Her lower lip quivered and she looked like she was going to cry again. Junior quickly took her hands and held them softly as he consoled her: "Look, you're beautiful. You've got a great body. Soon all these hunky guys are going to start hitting on you and you'll need a thick stick to beat them away. Don't be ashamed of what you got! Last spring there was this girl in a lab with me that wouldn't stay out of the shower. Four straight labs she found some way to get in the shower. She never wore a bra and enjoyed giving all the guys eyefuls of her wet T-shirts. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't very well endowed and it became a big joke. The girls called her skinny-mini and the guys called her wet-head-Fred!" Emily smiled and giggled a little. "You are one of the early-entry honors students, aren't you?" "Yes." "That means you're smart and you've been selected as one of the very best. Don't let this stupid situation get you down. All those other students are working wildly and trying to keep up against really brilliant students like you. I saw your lab sheets and I can see that you've prepared yourself for these experiments. What do you say? Are you ready to get on with it? Or are you going to sit here and feel sorry for yourself? Which is it? Go, or no go?" "She thought about it and said: "Let's go!" Junior smiled and told her to stand up. With great ceremony, he unfolded the black rubber apron and, with one last glance at her fine nipples and breasts, put the top loop over her head and turned her to tie the back strap. He handed her the goggles she'd showered in, now dry, and again pushed her butt toward the lab. "Go get-um, tiger." He encouraged her. "You know, I know some girls who'd pay top dollar for a sexy rubber apron like yours." Emily turned and stuck her tongue out at him and strutted ahead into the lab and around to her work station. She put her purse in her personal drawer and got back into the swing of things. She quickly got her first experiment ready and moved to the testing chamber. She had it all correct and the procedure was perfect. She finished and, before cleaning, took five minutes to complete the notes in her notebook. Junior took a minute to find the Prof and speak to him. "She's OK. She's mostly rattled that the shower drenched her and made her clothes see-thru. She's got the first experiment complete and, though I'll help her get the next ready, I think she'll still complete all the experiments today before some of our less-prepared students. I'll hang out thru the lab and keep an eye on her. However, as silver tongued as I am, I'm sure she'd appreciate a word from you when you get a chance. Her name is Emily. She's young, but appears to be Nobel Prize material. See if you can think of a funny joke. I got her to giggle, but I bet you could get her to laugh. She needs it. If we can get her thru today, I think you'll have a high-achieving student." Doc Wentworth agreed and said he'd be over in a little while. Junior returned to Emily's work station and helped clean the first set of equipment as she readied for the second experiment. He glanced at her note book as saw that she'd described the first experiment flawlessly and even diagrammed the set up of the equipment with each piece labeled and the reactions clearly explained. The second experiment went as planned and she happily noted the results as required in her lab note book. Junior helped clean up and, seeing as how she was back on schedule with the rest of the class, left her alone for the third experiment. "Hey sexy lady in black rubber, I think I'd better leave you be or the rest of the class with be demanding their own bottle washer too. Besides, I don't want to be taking all the time of such a pretty young lady." Emily turned, smiled, and untied the apron. She pulled it over her head and faced him with her shoulders back and chest stuck out, nipples still very prominent. "And just what makes you think I'm so young?" she demanded. "Or such a lady?" Junior was surprised and stammered, "Ah. . . . well . . . . I just thought that you were, you know, just out of high school and . . . ." Emily moved close to him and batted her pretty brown eyes. She whispered to him hotly, "I'm eighteen and I haven't been a virgin for years." "Oh, I'm sorry!" Junior apologized. "Please forgive my foolishness. Let me make it up to you. How about letting me take you to lunch after the lab?" She smiled. "OK, it's a date. Now get the fuck out of here so I can finish!" She slipped back into her apron, adjusted her goggles and turned back to her work. Junior smiled to himself and moved around the lab, helping where he could, but keeping an eye on his eighteen-year-old-non-virgin lunch date. He saw that Doc Wentworth visited her and spoke softly to her. She liked what he said and gave a big `Woop!' and laughed heartily at his joke before he moved away. Thru the rest of the morning she worked steadily and, even seemingly spending a lot of time on the lab note book, she finished long before the others. Only two fellows, one the `better reagent' guy, finished before her. When Doc saw that she was done and cleaned up, he called everyone over to her workstation. He announced: "If you all hadn't noticed, Emily had an important discovery today. She had a small accident and splashed herself with a solution. We have a rule here and the introductory labs all stress it. I've discovered that the first lab in this session did not mention it and it is my fault. So we're going to all review it now. OK Emily, what is the rule?" Emily had her apron off and her blouse was nearly dry, but her nipples still stuck out thru her bra and blouse. She took a deep breath and yelled: "IF YOU SPLASH, YOU SHOWER!" Doc was impressed with her volume and said "Again, everybody shout: IF YOU SPLASH, YOU SHOWER!" Everyone yelled, even Junior. They all got the message. Doc hushed the class. "Two more things. First, because Emily was so brave and had to run her experiments while soaking wet, I bequeath to her the Order of the Rubber Apron," taking the black apron and giving it to her. "May she never spill a drop again but wear this apron with pride and honor! And lastly, I want to speak to each of you individually before you leave today. Thank you." Most students were finishing up and Doc said it was OK if he left with Emily for lunch. She went to check out and Doc asked for her lab note book. He was going to look at each one and return them to the students at the next lab. No grades, but he was looking for poorly written notes; trying to find those who had need of specific help in that area. Emily grabbed her other books and papers and left with me. I went to the office to get my wallet. She followed. She liked my office and leaned back against the closed door when we got inside. "Where are we going for lunch?" she asked. I told her that the student center was cheap and close. She said no, that she wanted to be outside on this warm summer day. She still needed to dry out. "You got a car?" she asked. "Yeah, I do. Want to go somewhere special?" "Yes, I know just the spot!" "OK, let's go!" Junior was eager to be alone with her. "Wait!" she demanded. "I want to see something first." "What?" "Your cock! Your dick, your penis. I want to see it. Now!" "Here?" "Yes! You show me your cock and I'll show you my tits!" Junior smiled and thanked God for his benevolence as he pulled his zipper down. Emily had her blouse unbuttoned and pulled it out of her shorts. Junior fished his cock out and it slowly began to stiffen under her gaze. No, she said, she want to see it all. He had to open his pants fully and lower them to his knees. She wouldn't unhook her bra if he didn't. Junior complied quickly and Emily reached around to her back and unhooked her bra. Dropping it to one hand, she lay it over her blouse. Proudly she stood, shoulders back, pointing her stiff nipples at him in their pink tipped glory. She moved to him and stood only inches before him, letting her big boobs impress him. When he lifted his eyes to hers, he saw her soft smile and sexy bright eyes. "You like?" she asked. Happily Junior nodded yes. "Good. Now I want a closer look at you." She dropped to her knees and studied his half-erect cock carefully. "Is it always this big?" "No, it gets bigger." She lifted her hand and asked, "May I?" "Of course." She cradled his cock in one hand and found she couldn't reach all the way around it. She used her other hand and then was able to get her fingers around it. Slowly, she moved her hands. First up, then down. Softly, she skinned her finger tips up and down. His cock grew and grew until it pointed to the ceiling in rigidity. "My, it is big!" Emily exclaimed. A drop of pre-cum appeared at the top of Junior's cock. Emily looked at it and then up to Junior's face. "Can I . . . .may I taste it?" "Yes!" Junior almost groaned. Emily leaned forward, extended her tongue and licked the pearly drop from the swollen prick head. She swirled her tongue around in her mouth and swallowed. "Ummmmm!" she said. "Delicious!" Before Junior could react, Emily had pulled up his pants, buttoned, and zipped them. Then she got her blouse and put it on; buttoning it up but leaving it hanging loose outside her shorts. "My bra is still wet and my blouse tails are wet. Let's go." She picked up her purse, put her bra in it, grabbed her books, and they left. End Chapter 18 ***********************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 kill your body, rot your mind, and rape your soul. ***************Thank You For Reading My Story*********************** Mrs.James Wentworth Preston (a Pen Name) Copyright 2000 _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. 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