Message-ID: <40764asstr$1044706203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "Mrs James Wentworth Preston" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 08 Feb 2003 03:24:37.0075 (UTC) FILETIME=[9B92BA30:01C2CF21] X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 7 Feb 2003 22:21:00 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} Mrs JWP 84/? Intrepid Emily(Rom FF+ Oral Anal Toys) Date: Sat, 8 Feb 2003 07:10:03 -0500 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: gill-bates, dennyw ************************* 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. Some real places are described, but all the characters and most places in my stories are completely fictional. 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 2003 ************************ Thank You ********************************** Mrs. James Wentworth Preston - Chapter 84 - Intrepid Emily *************************** Story Prolog *************************** Justine is my name and I wrote this story. I live with my Husband, James, and our kids, Junior and Maryann, in small town Midwest USA. Junior is my college boy and Maryann just graduated from high school. This story is about Emily, Junior's lover at college, and the surprising help she gets from April, the University President's secretary, about her dislike for personal fame. Later in the day, Emily's adopted Aunt Louise surprises her with a visit to her dorm room. Liz is Emily's friend who lives just down the hall in her dorm and Robin is Emily's roommate, a senior trying hard to complete her degree program. Previous chapters can be found in the archives at ASSTR. Do a SUBJECT LINE SEARCH in the ASSM section and search on MRS JWP. If you have any difficulty, send me a note and I'll forward to you some step by step instructions that Junior wrote. All those options and stuff in ASSTR are confusing, but Junior's instructions are simple and easy to follow! ******************* Thanks for reading my stories ********************* ****************** Mrs. James Wentworth Preston ********************* Mrs. James Wentworth Preston Chapter 84 Intrepid Emily "Oh. . . . ooh. . . . . ah!" Emily sighed as she stretched upon wakening in her dorm room bed after a good night's rest. "Hmmm!" She moaned, feeling good as she rolled onto her side. Her eyes opened and saw her roommate, Robin, sleeping her bed across the room from her, only five feet away. "Oh!" she gasped, remembering how together they watched the late night storm, easily seeing each other fully naked at the window in the flashes of lightning. Remembering how surprised Robin was at her nudity, telling Emily that she thought she was too goody-goody. Emily foolishly bragged about her sexual escapades, not specifically, but in general, saying how she had sucked cock, lost her virginity, and been butt fucked. Remembering how she'd wondered if Robin had seen her butt plug she'd been wearing, Emily had chuckled to herself at her thinking that if Robin got huffy over it, she would not tell her that she loved to eat pussy now too! Emily tightened her anal muscles and, yes! She still had it in her ass! Quickly she slid out from under her sheets, backed over to her closet, and got out one of her new robes. She covered up and put on her shower thongs. She grabbed a couple of towels, her shower bucket, and a fresh tampon, taking them to the vacant floor shower room. After she hung up her towels, Emily grabbed a sanitary disposal bag and went into a toilet stall. She pulled out her used tampon, which was hardly bloodied, and put it in the bag. Spreading her legs, she squat and popped out her butt plug, dropping it in her shower bucket. Then she peed and pooped, wiped, and went out and put the bag in the sanitary disposal waste can for that purpose. Emily took a brief shower, anxious to get to the gym. She decided that she needed to go back, showing that the attack on her yesterday morning after her workout was just a stupid incident, to be quickly forgotten. She was going to prove that she'd not been frightened away from using the University facilities whenever she wanted. After washing the butt plug, she toweled off and returned to her room. Robin still slept, snoring softly. Emily got out a clean workout bra and matching boxer style shorts, this time in a sexy shiny bright green. Remember how she'd worn the butt plug to yesterday's workout, she decided to do it again. She quietly stepped over to her desk and, turning back to make sure Robin wasn't looking, pulled out a tube of lubricant, slicked up her plug, and slipped it into her happy ass. Quickly she pulled up her shorts and put on the sports bra. Sitting, she put on her socks and cross-trainer shoes. In her belly bag Emily put her ID, phone, keys, and an extra tampon. "Robin!" Emily called to her roommate. "Hey, Robin!" she said again, shaking the sleeping woman. "Huh? Emily?" "Do you still want to have some breakfast with me?" she asked. "Do you?" Robin's eyes blinked open wide as she remembered, "Oh yeah! Sure!" "I'm going to go workout. It's a little after six. I'll meet you at seven in the cafeteria. Okay?" "Off-kay!" Robin mumbled. "Robin!" Emily laughed. "What time are we going to meet?" "Seven!" "Right! In the cafeteria. In one hour! See you then!" Emily locked the door behind her and went to the shower room to put on her matching head band. Humming happily, she had just eased the bright green band around her forehead and checked her hair in the mirror, when the Tiffany came in. She's the same lesbian who'd propositioned her the previous morning before she went to workout. "You again!" Tiffany laughed, walking around her, checking her body. "You look great in green!" she stated. "Actually, I bet you look great in anything, but you'd look best if you were naked," Tiffany cooed, "and on my bed!" "Not today," Emily laughed. "I'm going to go workout." "Damn! Again?" Tiffany made a big deal out of it. "Didn't you hear that some guy attacked a girl jogging from the IM Gym? That's where you go, isn't it?" "Yes," Emily replied quietly. "So, do you think it's safe? Why don't you come to my room. It'll be much safer, and a lot more fun!" Emily grinned and turned to face Tiffany. She pointed to her upper arms, "See these bruises? That's what that pig did! For that, I put him in the hospital! He's been dismissed from school and banned from all State University campuses." Emily went to the door, Tiffany's mouth hanging open in surprise, "I don't suppose there's any other guys stupid enough to mess around with me, but if they do, I'll crush their balls just like I did Bob's!" Emily's voice trailed after her as she went out into the hall on her way to the gym. Suddenly behind her the shower room door banged open and Tiffany stood in the middle of the hall in her robe shouting, "Way to go girl! Way to fucking go!" Emily, just going into the stairwell, smiled back and raised her tight fist in the air, a show of triumph, and went down the stairs two at a time. She jogged through the lobby, saying hi to the desk girl, and went out the door. The desk girl, having seen Emily yesterday with both the University President and 'The' Professor Wentworth, was amazed because she too had heard of Emily's assault. She dashed around the desk and peered out the window to watch the beautiful Emily do a few stretches and, like a streak of green freshness, dash across the vast green lawns, through the occasional ray of sunshine peeking through the lower leaves of the trees, on her way to the gym. "That's a girl," the desk monitor said to herself, "You show 'um how intrepid you are!" Surprised at her choice of words and proud that she knew Emily, especially that they lived in the same dorm, the English major senior ran back to the desk and called her roommate, happily telling her that she'd seen the 'Intrepid Emily' on her way back to the IM gym. At the gym, the same coed attendant stood open-mouth while Emily signed in and handed over her ID for a towel. "You!" the coed stammered. "You! It was you, wasn't it! That Bob attacked. It was you, wasn't it?" "Yes," Emily replied, a little confused. "Is there a problem?" "Problem?" the girl giggled. "No problem! At least, not anymore! Boy, you sure did take care of that asshole! That lady campus cop was here. Wanted to see the official complaint I wrote about him hassling you! Ha! I didn't have it. I'd already sent it in to the Intramural Board. She told me what you did and I want to shake your hand!" she stuck her hand out over the pile of towels and Emily took it briefly. "You're going to be famous," she added. "The girl from the campus paper, 'The Daily Hunter,' was here and she wants to talk to you. The city paper called and got my story and they said that they wanted to talk to you too. Here's their numbers. They asked me to give them to you if I saw you." Emily looked at the piece of paper and shook her head, saying, "I'm not interested in any publicity. Let's just say that a public predator has been removed from campus and leave it at that." "That's a big mistake Emily," the girl replied. "The story will get out anyway, with or without your help. It's not bad publicity, it'll only embarrass you, and you don't want that! But you could, with some appropriate comments and facts, use the opportunity to alert the women of this campus, and the town, about a potential problem and promote the anti-molestation training given by the University clinic. I'm a junior in public relations and I'm telling you straight. Grab the moment! Use the situation, don't let it use you!" "I don't need this kind of hassle," Emily replied. "I've got school work to do." "Don't we all. If you want, I can contact the clinic. They can help protect you from needless questions. After all, there is a law protecting the identities of assault victims. You could meet with them, learn a few facts and telephone numbers, and have an anonymous 'no photos' private interview with the press, you could tell briefly what happened, what you did, and how you learned rape prevention. Then give the names, addresses, and telephone numbers of campus and city groups that can help." "Well. . . . I. . . . ah. . . . " Emily didn't know what to say to this convincing woman. "Oh come on Emily! This is a great opportunity to be a vital asset to all the women on the campus!" "Oh hell!" Emily cussed, "Okay. I'll think about it. Write your name and number on that back of that piece of paper with the newspaper's numbers. I've got to talk to a few people and I'll get back to you, okay?" "Thanks Emily," the coed said as she wrote on the paper. "My name is Sheila and the first number is my apartment, I have a recorder, and the other is here. It's my summer job. Call anytime. Even if you don't want to do this stuff, I'm still very appreciative of what you did. All the women on campus appreciate it!" Emily took the paper and put it in her belly bag, figuring to get April's advice - she might have a suggestion or two about the situation. Emily went through her 'Boob's and Butt' fitness routine fully, without the distractions of guys hitting on her as she exercised. When she finished, out at the towel desk, she found Sheila happily taping up a new sign that read, in bold type: 'This Intramural Board facility is for use by Orion students only. Athletic Department and Physical Education students are not allowed. Their facility is located in the University Field House. Get directions here!' "Neat sigh, huh?" Sheila said, proud of her efforts. "It just came in the campus mail. I've been telling them to do this since last winter, but it took you to make it happen. Finally, finally, I, *we*, can keep out the assholes." Emily threw her towel into the laundry bag and got her ID back from Sheila, saying "I read recently about the proliferation of lesbianism in college girl's softball teams. Will that keep out the dykes too?" Sheila didn't miss a beat, "You bet! They come in here for the same reason as the guys. Last spring we had two softball girls and a tennis player that hit on a lot of girls, me included. No, I'm not prejudiced against lesbians, but I'm not willing to workout and shower around girls who lust my body and make advances. Those female jocks have their own place to go. As far as I'm concerned, they're asshole too!" "Thanks Sheila. I'll think about what you said and congratulations on your sign. I'll see you tomorrow, that's for sure! And, I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk to anyone else about this. I suppose you can talk about yourself, I can't ask you not too, but please leave me out of this until I decide what to do. Okay?" "Sure Emily. From all the women here, thanks for what you did! See you tomorrow." Emily again loped over to the River Path and jogged back to her dorm, thinking about all the hassle Bob had caused her. 'Yet, his foolishness did make the IM Board put up signs to keep out jocks, male and female,' Emily thought. 'I just wish all this would go away and let me be a simple student again.' Emily ran up to her dorm steps and halted, catching her breath and cooling off before going into the cafeteria. She heard the campus carillon chime the hour, so she knew it was seven o'clock, time to meet Robin. As she opened the door and went in, she gasped. A large sign was hand printed, taped to the reception desk that said: 'Thank you Emily the Intrepid!" "What?" Emily cried as she went over to the desk girl. "What's this 'Intrepid' stuff." "Intrepid means brave, courageous, fearless! That's you! The whole dorm is talking about you and what you did. You're a heroine!" Emily remembered what Sheila the PR girl had told her and realized how correct she'd been. She couldn't stop it, she could only control it! "Well, ah, thanks!" is all she was able to say. "You deserve it, Emily. I hope if I get assaulted, I'll do as good as you." "Have you had any rape prevention or anti-molestation training?" "No." the coed replied. "Should I?" "Of course," Emily said, realizing how right Sheila was about needing to get out information about prevention training. "Would you do a favor for me?" "Sure!" "Look up in the campus directory and find the numbers for any prevention groups on campus. If you don't find any, call the clinic and ask them. I need those numbers. And, if you have the time, call the city police department or city hall and see if they know of any anti-rape or anti- assault classes held in town. Can you do that for me? I'd really appreciate it. I'd do it but I've got to meet someone now and I've got an important meeting at 10AM." "Sure, Emily. I'd be glad to." "What's your name?" "Oh! I'm Connie." "Good Connie. I'll check with you in a little bit! Thanks." Emily went into the cafeteria and got juice, a banana, and an apple. Robin wasn't down yet so Emily went over to an empty table to wait, and think. 'This is getting ridiculous,' Emily thought. 'It's such a stupid thing, but I can't stop all the praise and adulation. Sheila was right. All I can do is bury my head in the sand or use the situation to promote assault prevention.' "Hey roomie, what's the long face about?" Robin asked, holding her breakfast tray. "Oh, Hi! Sit down, sit down!" Emily said, looking around and realizing that other girls were looking at her and talking about her. Just then a group of three coeds from their floor came over and thanked Emily profusely for what she did. "You really are intrepid!" one girl giggled. "We're all so thankful for helping get rid of that jock." "You girls ever had any rape prevention training?" Emily asked. One girl said she did, several years ago in high school. "You need a refresher and the rest of you better find a class to attend. Call the clinic or the campus police. They'll help you. Do it! It sure did save my ass," Emily cussed for emphasis, "and it could save yours. All I got was these stupid bruises; he went to the hospital. Get smart girls, get trained!" "Yeah!" they said collectively, and then said good bye as they left the cafeteria. "What's this all about?" Robin asked. "My fan club!" Emily sighed. "Fan club?" "Yeah," Emily replied sadly, "They all want to make me famous and I want them to get assault prevention training. They say 'Yeah', but I know they won't." "Hmmmm! A complex problem," Robin sympathized. "Women are afraid, but won't do anything about it. Unfortunately, it's a common situation. It's easier to find a champion than do something for yourself. Can't blame them, though. They've been coddled and protected all their lives and here, in our mini-metropolis, there are real dangers that exist that must be dealt with individually, as well as institutionally. In our modern lifestyles, it's hard to acknowledge the ugly while appreciating the joy and beauty of life. Kind of a dialectic reasoning." "What?" Emily said laughing. "What does that all mean." Robin laughed at Emily's confusion, "They'll cheer in appreciation of good and hide when they sense the ugly." "Oh," Emily giggled. "Except for these ugly bruises, it's all good. Big Bob is in the hospital and off campus, for good! What's all the fuss about?" "Most of these girls couldn't, or don't know how to, do what you did. And they don't want to learn how. They would have to acknowledge it's existence and they don't want to do that - acknowledge the ever-present ugly on our campus!" "Hey, what's your major again?" Emily asked. "Philosophy," Robin said, eating a roll. "You?" "Figures," Emily replied, "you sound intellectual. I'm in Chemistry and Biology." "Jesus!" Robin sighed. "You'd better get a professional if you want to figure out these kids." "Oh well," Emily sighed, taking a bite of her banana. "So what did you want to talk about?" "The usual, men, women, and sex," Robin laughed. "What else is there?" "Not much," Emily agreed, then laughed, "We could talk about asexual reproduction!" "Let's not try and solve any of the mysteries of biology, let's just talk normal," Robin suggested. "Why don't you tell me about this guy that's swept your off your feet." Emily told of meeting Junior in the Chem lab (If you splash, you shower!), her first blowjob (hit me right square between the eyes), loosing her virginity (he ate a hole in my panties), and anal sex (a whole different kind of orgasm). Robin discussed men (I told my fiancee to take a hike, Robin admitted. Gave him his ring back and told him I wouldn't wait for him to finish partying with his buddies), women (I must admit that you are a role model for me), and sex (I haven't enjoyed anal sex at all. What's with the butt plug? You in some kind of sorority pledge class or something?). "Wow!" Emily giggled. "So you dumped your guy, think I'm a good role model, and are curious about anal sex. This could take some time." Robin laughed as she finished her breakfast, looked at her watch and said, "I haven't got much time. Let's keep it simple. What's with the butt plug?" "Turns me on!" Emily giggled. "Really?" "Yes, really. I wore it all day and night yesterday. I washed it this morning and put it back in before I went to work out. I'm wearing it now and all I need for a little sex thrill is wiggle my hips," Emily demonstrated by moving around a little in her chair. "Hmmmm! Feels good!" "Oh My God!" Robin gasped, then said softly, "Your nipples popped up!" "Happens all the time," Emily said. "Oh!" Robin replied, then asked softly, "What's the secret of good anal sex?" "For the fuckee, cleanliness and lots and lots of lube. For the fucker, patience and gentleness." "Oh," Robin said, "I guess that makes sense." "Would you like me to get a guy to teach you anal sex? A guy that'll make you cum and cum and cum?" Robin raised her eyebrows and replied shyly, "I was thinking of you." "Me? Don't you want a real cock?" "I'm kind of tired of men and most cocks I know are attached to men. Besides, you've got such a beautiful body. I'd love to love you." "You bi-sexual?" Emily asked frankly. "Yes! Aren't you?" "Well, yes, but I'm surprised you guessed. How did I give it away?" "I've got a few friends on the floor and they told me of some mighty strange goings on in the room while I wasn't there. I listened and watched. The only thing I could figure out was that you were bi. I'm sure you weren't when you got here. I waltzed around in my underwear those first days you were here and you couldn't have cared less. Now it's obvious that you've changed into an exciting sensuous woman." Robin looked at her watch and stood, saying, "I've got to go now. Think about what I've said and we'll talk some more. Okay?" "Okay Robin," Emily replied, adding, "Thanks. You've given me a lot to think about." Emily was lost in her thoughts, slowly eating her apple, until a coed came over and asked, "Is it true that some guy attacked you yesterday morning and you put him in the hospital and you're okay and you're just having breakfast as if nothing happened?" "No," Emily replied, "I'm sitting here thinking about how I could inspire more women to have simple assault prevention training. Have you had it?" "No." "Do you know what I'm talking about? Were you offered the training but refused it?" "Sure! They called it rape prevention in high school. I'm very plain and don't date. I didn't think much about sex then. Getting raped was the last thing that might happen to me. I never thought that it might apply to me. Sort of like, why I should be sure and carry condoms? I'm still a virgin at 20!" "Hmmmmm! I was attacked before 7AM while jogging back from the gym. If you had a free prevention class that you could go to, would you?" "I don't think I need it. Look at you! You're so beautiful and got a sexy body. I don't think anyone would want to rape me!" "Do you get afraid walking back to the dorm at night alone?" Emily asked. "Sure, that's why I don't ever do it. I call the campus cops and they give me a ride." "Really? Well, that's comforting. I didn't know they had that service. Thanks for the tip. I'm going to have to call Leslie." "Who's she?" "She's the lady campus cop that helped me yesterday. Don't worry. I'm not going to stop them from helping you. I think it's a great service. I just wonder how many coeds know about it." Emily looked at the cafeteria clock and stood, "Listen, I've got to go make some phone calls. What's your name?" "Jane!" she laughed. "They call me 'Plain Jane'. My room is on three too. #313. I was looking out the window a couple of weeks ago when that guy took you on the date. God! He was gorgeous. He your guy?" "Yes! I'd better go now. Want to walk with me up to the floor?" "Oh yeah!" wide-eyed Jane gushed. "That would be neat!" Together, Emily and Jane took their trays to the disposal area and left the cafeteria. At the front desk, Connie happily gave Emily a list of the campus contacts for assault prevention and several for the city organizations. Emily thanked her and she walked up to the third floor with Jane. "Listen Jane," Emily. "I may need your help. What's your major?" "Marketing, with a focus on advertising." "Really? Good! I can use you. You're in room #313. What's your telephone number?" Jane gave her the information and Emily wrote it down. "Thanks. I'll call you in a few days. Maybe I can set up a special group to promote rape prevention classes. Would you help me? It wouldn't pay anything but you could get some valuable exposure and maybe, maybe, meet a really cool guy. What do you think?" Jane grinned at Emily and replied, "I think it might be the most exciting thing that's happened to me in college!" Emily smiled at the girl and replied, "Good! Let's have some fun while we're young. See you later!" she added, walking to her room. In her room, Emily stripped off her workout clothes and removed her butt plug. In her robe, she grabbed a couple of towels and her shower bucket on her way to the shower room. She showered again, doing her hair this time. She thought about all she'd learnt in the last hour and wondered if April could help her. 'April! I've got to meet April!' Emily thought. 'What am I going to wear?' Back in her room after drying off and oiling her hair, Emily couldn't decide what to wear. She made up a dose of Mother's Blessing contraceptive and drank it. 'Justine told me that Junior said 'April was one hot number',' Emily thought, 'so I better be conservative professional and sexy!' Emily dug through her closet and found a nice tailored suit she'd worn for some professional meeting of her guardians in New York over a year ago. It was pale green with a tight lined mid-thigh skirt and a single brass button jacket with a sexy V-neck. She put it on and decided that it would work, as long she left off her panties and bra. Panties would make lines and a bra would require a blouse and that took away a lot of the sexiness. She went to her box of new hose and got out a pair of black silk thigh-highs to go with her black patent leather 4 inch heels. She put on the hose, slipped into the skirt, buttoned on the jacket, and stepped into her heels. She checked herself in the long mirror on the back of her door and was pleased with her look. Her butt jutted nicely and her jacked showed off her tits. The cleavage wasn't so low that it showed her lack of a bra, but, if she wanted, she could lean just right and it would billow out to display her bare chest. She put on her formal dress diamond watch she'd gotten for her sixteenth birthday and added some hot red lipstick. "Hmmmm! Nice!" 'I hope I can match April's sexiness,' Emily thought. She saw she had a few minutes before she had to leave, so she sat and telephoned Leslie at the campus police department, the campus clinic, and the city police department, making notes of the various support groups that did rape prevention/assault prevention classes. While she called, she realized she'd not put her butt plug back in. Without a second thought, after hanging up, she got her plug, lubed it, hiked up her skirt, and put it back in her ass. "That's better," Emily giggled. "Feels good!" she sighed, wiggling her butt. She packed her valise with her laptop, project papers and notes, wireless phone, pens, pencils, and notepads. She added her wallet and ID, her keys, and an extra tampon. Ready, she grabbed her sun glasses and left her room. No one was around on the floor when she left, but downstairs at the registration desk the girl was impressed with her outfit. "You look killer!" the Connie giggled. "If I hadn't looked twice, I wouldn't have recognized you. Where you going so dressed up this early in the day?" "Got to go meet the President's secretary for breakfast to get her approval on how I'm doing on my staff report for Dr. James. It's rather complicated, but I want to make a good impression on his right-hand gal." "Well, I'm impressed," the desk girl said. "No panty lines and, when you lean over like that, I can see that you've left off your bra. I hope this secretary appreciates you." Emily smiled brightly, "I just hope she buys breakfast!" Laughing, Emily left the dorm, got in her yellow VW beetle, and followed April's directions to the hotel coffee shop where they were meeting. The hotel was a fancy new one, near a modern office complex at the edge of town. Emily found a place to park near the front entrance and, carrying her valise, went in. At the side of the main lobby she found a closed coffee shop and a stunning mid-twenties woman, tall and slim with an excellent figure. 'This super-model type can't be the president's secretary, can it?" Emily questioned herself. "Hi! You must be Emily," the super-model said as she stuck out her hand, "I'm April." "Ah. . . . Hi!" Emily was momentarily speechless, stunned with the beauty of this woman that was the University President's right hand. "Pleased to meet you." Emily had chosen her outfit well. April wore nearly the same thing, only in navy blue. Her mid-thigh tight skirt, dark hose with navy three inch heels, and a blue blazer jacket over a white silk blouse looked very smart, very sexy, and very beautiful. "The coffee shop appears to be closed," April pointed at a sign hung on the door, "all week for renovations. Sorry, I didn't know. Let's go see if there's another restaurant in the hotel." April led Emily over to the concierge's desk and asked if there was anywhere else they could go to have breakfast. "No, I'm sorry ma'am," the concierge replied. "When the dining room opens at 11 o'clock, they won't be serving breakfast, just lunch. If you're set on breakfast, I suggest the Waffle House down the highway on the right, about a mile as you go into town." Emily, watching and listening carefully, saw April's happy smile stiffen, then fade as she replied, "Oh! I did hope to eat here." She turned away and told Emily, "I'm sorry. I guess this isn't going to work." "Excuse me Miss," the concierge called to April. "There's always room service. They serve breakfast 24 hours a day. You just have to call from your room." April smiled broadly, "Of course! Why didn't I think of that. Thank you sir. Thank you very much!" She led Emily toward the registration desk. "Don't get a room," Emily said. "There's lots of restaurants around here. It's not worth the expense." "No expense," April told Emily. "The University pays to keep an open reservation here. I'll just get the key and we'll get room service." "Will they do that? I mean for you?" "Oh sure," April said as she handed her Driver's license and University ID to the hostess at the registration desk. "I'm the authorizing agent. I pay the bills." She turned to the woman and told her, "Nothing special, just a quiet room. I know that we didn't make reservations, but we need to work undisturbed for a while." April filled out the registration card and signed it. "The concierge floor?" April was surprised, looking at the room number on the card key envelope. "We're putting in new carpet, window treatments, and wall coverings on the first four floors and we're full up every where else. Maids will be running crazy trying to get them all cleaned up today, except on the ninth floor. The concierge floor has their own staff and it'll be quiet up there for you, Miss Fenton." "Thank you very much! That's very helpful of you. Very good hospitality, Amy," April said, reading the woman's name tag. April took Emily's arm and they went to the elevator bank. In the elevator, April inserted the card key into the slot next to floor #9, the floor light lit up, and the elevator began to move. At the concierge floor, the elevator doors opened up to a large lounge area, with sofas, easy chairs, large windows looking out over the countryside, and three tables of 'continental breakfast' type foods: juices, fruit, rolls, pastries, coffee and tea, and dry cereal. "May I help you?" a well dressed woman asked them as she carried a fresh pitcher of orange juice over to the juice bar. "We're going to have a business meeting in room," April looked at the envelope with the room number on it, "room #918 and order breakfast. Do you mind if we have some juice until our order comes up?" "Oh no! Help yourself. We're open all day. What kind of juice would you like?" the middle age woman asked. "Apple," "Orange," Emily and April said simultaneously, then laughed. "Well, there's lots of both, so help yourself," the concierge floor hostess replied. "I'll order your room service for you. Just look over these menus and tell me what you want. I'll get it sent up right away. My name's Patricia and if you need anything, just ask! I'm here to help you. Most of our guests are out this morning, so if there's anything at all, I've got time to help," she added, laying several menus on the coffee table in front of an overstuffed couch. Emily set her valise next to the coffee table and moved to the juice bar. April set her shoulder bag, equally as bulging as Emily's, on the couch and joined her. They each got a tall large glass of juice and went back to sit together on the couch to look at the menus. "One is for breakfast, one for mid-day, one for evening, and the other is for late-night," Patricia explained, "but you can order from any of them at anytime. They're grouped that way for convenience of the guest, so order what ever you want from any of those four menus. "You actually serve tofu, soy milk, sprouts, and organic yogurt?" Emily asked, amazed. "Oh yes. We've done that for over a year," Patricia boasted. "Up here we cater to mostly business executives and they highly value a healthy diet. All dietary items, organic, low fat, salt or sugar free, and vegetarian, are marked with a red star to help you find them easier." They looked at the four menus until April said, "I'm ready. You?" "Yes!" Emily agreed. "Breakfast looks excellent." "What can I get for you," Patricia asked, pad and pencil ready. Emily ordered a bowl of fresh blueberries with soy milk, a bowl of fresh raspberries with organic plain yogurt, whole wheat toast with raw honey, and a pitcher of apple juice. April smiled at Emily's choices and ordered for herself a fresh cut fruit plate, two whole wheat english muffins with raw honey, and a pitcher of water. "Very good," Patricia said and smiled at them, "and very healthy too. You girls look like you take care of yourselves. I'll call this into the kitchen and then bring to your room the water and apple juice. I have that here in my little kitchen. You can refill your juices and take them with you," she said, and added. "Your room is down that hall, last on the right. I'll be down in about five minutes with your drinks." "Thanks Patricia," April said, following Emily down the hall. Inside the spacious room, was a king size bed, a large desk and chair, a TV/VCR in an armoire, a large dresser with a big mirror, and a rocking easy chair. The carpet was deep, the drapes plush, and the bathroom luxurious. "Nice, very nice," April said. "This will do. Only let's pull the desk over and we'll sit together on the bed and use it to spread out our stuff. Emily took one end and April the other as they scooted the empty desk across the carpet, "It'll be easier to compare notes if we're side by side," April explained as she dropped her shoulder bag onto the table and kicked off her heels. "May as well be comfortable too," April laughed. Emily stepped out of her shoes, brought her juice over, and sat next to April on the edge of the bed, pulling her laptop and notes out of her valise, as April did the same from her shoulder bag. "Where do you want to start?" Emily asked. "The rough draft of the proposal document or at the beginning with my mission statement and project outline." Impressed that Emily had been so thorough as to have a mission statement, April wanted to hear it and asked, "Please, at the beginning. I think it would help me understand better." Emily opened her file, showed April her letter of authorization from President James for the project (April knew it. She had written it!) and read her the mission statement: To detail (1) an actual Gifted Student Early Entry Program participant's first awareness and subsequent decision process to apply, (2) the accepted student's actual enrollment, class selection, dormitory life, and campus life, and (3) make viable suggestions to improve processes, academic and social successes, and the general promotion of G-SEEP. Emily pulled out her notes, project map and timeline, and rough outline of necessary steps to implement her marketing suggestions and, when Emily paused to take a breath, April asked, "What's Gee Seep?" "Gee Ess Ee Ee Pee" Emily replied and used a large marker to draw on her notepad, "Gee is for 'Gifted', Ess is for 'Student', Ee is for Early, the second Ee is for Entry, and Pee is for Program. That makes G-Seep," and she drew the acronym on her tablet. "Or you could just say Gifted Seeping! As in 'Gifted students seeping into the academic community with little or no fanfare'." "Oh!" April said, realizing that Emily had indeed spent a lot of time and work on her project. "I'm really impressed. You've done a lot of. . . . " April was interrupted by a knock at the door. "It must be Patricia with our drinks," Emily said as she hopped up to answer the room door. Emily opening the door and the concierge floor hostess brought in a wheeled cart with pitchers of apple juice and water set in bowls of crushed ice, with a half dozen large glasses on a doily. "I hope everything's warm and comfy," Patricia said cheerfully as she wheeled the cart to the side of the desk where they were working. "I'll take these dirty glasses," Patricia had somehow hidden a small tray and quickly picked up the used juice glasses they'd brought from the lounge, and plopped them on the tray. She turned for the door, then stopped and turned back to say, "I want to thank you Miss Fenton. We all up here really enjoy the many guests that we have in the 'University Room' throughout the year. Famous poets, authors, scientists, politicians, business tycoons. . . . Oh! I do carry on," Patricia blushed, "I just want to say thank you! From all of us!" With that said, she strode swiftly to the door, opened it, and left saying, "I'll bring the rest of your brunch in about ten minutes, as soon as they send it up." The door closed silently behind her. April was stunned. Emily saw her sitting, staring at the door that sweet Patricia had just exited, and decided to push ahead cheerily, "What will it be April? Water? Or apple juice?" "Water," April croaked, then more easily added, "That was quite a presentation." "Yes it was," Emily agreed as she poured a glass of water for April, "She seemed kinda sweet on you." "Oh that's rich!" April laughed. "If anything, she's been looking down your jacket at your boobs!" Emily looked down and pulled her jacket lapel together in modesty. "No, no!" April said. "It's all right! I've done the same myself at times. Here!" she said as she stood, stripped off her jacket, unbuttoned her blouse, took it off, turned away and removed her lacy navy bra, put back on her jacket, buttoned it, and turned to face Emily again. "Okay! Now we're the same. If you want to tease me,. then I'll tease you !" "April!" Emily said, shocked. "I didn't mean to do that, I mean to, show off my. . . . ah. . . . . chest, like that!" "Oh forget it!" April waved aside any arguments with her hand, ."Now I think I understand your mission. Tell me about the project plan." Emily, glad to be focused back on her project, pulled up her self- assessment and mini-biography, and showed them to April. She asked a few questions and Emily was off, sharing all her experiences, good and bad, laughing at her foolishness on too many instances during registration, class selection, and room assignments. Patricia arrived with their brunch and interrupted Emily's presentation, but as soon as she set up and left, Emily was again explaining to April, between bites of blueberries and soy milk, her life in the dorm, going to the cafeteria, shopping at the bookstore, and attending classes. April ate her fruit plate and drank her water, listening carefully to Emily's brief, but thorough overview of her experiences, some happy, some sad, as she evolved from private high school girl into college coed. When Emily began to talk about her suggestions to promote G-Seep, she became excited and animated, April noticed her enthusiasm. Emily stressed that the prospective students mustn't be coddled or even made to think that they would be forced to take specific classes or be under control of some special G-Seep administrator or Dean. They should be left on their own with all the resources that normal, non-G-Seep students have. Emily describe the new brochures in glowing terms, especially the 'Independence' that the G-Seep student would feel, how open and free it would be from their high school days. They'd be just like the other students at registration and in the residence halls. If they needed support or to talk to a guidance counselor, they are available, but not special just because they were in G-Seep. The general video would be roughly a half hour long, but the one for future G-Seep students would be cut "to only ten or fifteen minutes, including only what I think will hold the attention of a high achieving high school junior or senior. If they're the kind of student we want, they will learn whatever they need at our new Website or via E-mail. We'll have them send E-mails to me and I'll write them back with facts." Emily was certain that a short, well written and directed video would be fundamental to the recruitment of future G-Seep students, with their short span of attention and ability to easily determine what is real and what is phony. "That's why I think a video would be the best way to promote G-Seep," Emily was trying to convince April of her suggestions. "We'll use real people: students, faculty, and staff; and have it all done in-house by film students. Along with new brochures and a Website, I'm sure that the two videos will be a big success." "Do you really think that you can pull this off in two weeks?" "Sure, once we get approval. In fact, we're holding auditions by 'The Hunter' statue tomorrow for a short dance we'll tape on Monday. Don't worry, there's a lot of students that want this to work. They'll go all out for a few minutes of dialogue, a brief head shot, and a short credit at the end. This can be a great thing for Orion." "How much do you think this. . . . " April's question was cut off my the buzzing of Emily's wireless phone. Emily reached into her valise, pulled out her tiny phone, and answered, "This is Emily." "Hello Uncle Bob! Doesn't the famous Professor Wentworth have anything to do but bother young girls while they're working?" Emily teased, also letting April know who was calling. "Oh! The newspaper called you too! Yes, yes! I know! It's all so stupid. They think I'm a heroine or something!" She listened to him a moment and added, "Intrepid means brave, fearless. It's just Connie's idea of clever English. Yes! She's the one that started my fan club!" Emily listened some more and agreed, "Yes! I'd rather not become a cult item, but like Sheila said, she's the girl at the IM gym that checks in students, she says that I can't avoid the publicity, I can only help shape it for some useful good. Why don't you call Sheila?" Emily gave Bob the numbers she'd given her. "She told me she's majoring in public relations and that I can't stop the talk. I can either hide or be pro- active in support of assault prevention classes, using the media and public attention to encourage attending a class, giving out the names, addresses, and telephone numbers of the various support groups that are already out there. I'd like you to talk to her and see if she make sense to you. Would you do that for me?" Emily listened to her newly adopted Uncle Bob and finally sighed, "Oh, thank you. I really appreciate this. I don't need all these distractions. Okay. Call me!" She turned off her phone and put it away. Turning back to April, she asked, "Now, where were we? Oh, you wanted to know about a budget." Emily looked at her notes on the budget, "Well, if we use University facilities and get our supplies from the University at inter-department costs, we can do the videos, make 100 copies, print 5000 new full color brochures, and set up the Website for less than $5000.00." When April didn't reply, Emily looked at her and saw a confused look on her face. "What's the matter? Is that too much?" "No!" April snapped out of her thoughts, "I mean, I don't know." Emily giggled, "Now I'm confused." "I'm sorry," April confessed, "I was listening to your conversation with Bob Wentworth. Were you telling him that your assault has taken on a life of it's own?" "Yes!" Emily groaned. "And I can't seem to stop it. Do you have any suggestions?" "Tell me about it!" April said, pouring herself a glass of water. She knew about the assault on Emily, but none of the aftereffects which bothered Emily. Emily agreed and told about the newspapers talking to Sheila at the IM gym and Sheila's suggestions on how to handle the media. She told April how Connie at the dorm had coined her as 'Intrepid' and how 'Plain Jane' from her dorm floor got rides from campus cops when she needed them late at night. Emily also told April of the calls she'd made and had a list of campus and off-campus support groups, when and where they held rape prevention classes, and how to contact them. "Do you wish to *not* have your name printed in newspapers as a result of your assault?" April asked Emily. "Yes!" Emily stated harshly. "I wish the stupid thing would just go away!" "Well, I can't do that, but I can put out the word that you don't want your name or picture used." April called her office and spoke to Kim, an assistant. Kim would contact the IM board, the campus police, and the campus clinic to remind them of the law about reveling victims names and to immediately stop discussing the case with anybody, excepting the University's and State's attorneys. Next, April called the editor of the campus newspaper. "Hello! How's the chief 'Hunter' today?" April began, talking to the student editor of the University's student daily newspaper, 'The Orion Hunter.' "Pete, I've got some bad news for you. About the student that got assaulted yesterday? You can't use it! She doesn't want her name or photo used, and you know as well as I do that it's the law. Now I know you're sweet on me and just love to make me happy, so please don't force me to have you removed as editor and the paper shut down for six weeks or so while an external auditor discovers who leaked what to whom. Do you understand me? Good. I'll speak to the student and, if there's any way, I'll see if she'll agree to an anonymous interview with you. You'd like that, wouldn't you?" April raised her eyebrows and made a funny face at Emily while Pete ranted and raved about his 'Freedom of the Press' privileges. Finally she relaxed and sighed, "Thank you Pete. I knew that your were a fair and just member of the media. I'll let you know as soon as I can about the interview. Okay, I promise! Bye Pete." "Now what's the girl's name who made the sign," April asked. "Connie!" Emily blurted out, "but she didn't mean anything bad by it." "No, we've got to get your name off that sign. I'll call the residence hall." Soon April was talking to Connie in a soothing voice, "So don't you agree Connie that you need to take her name off of the sign? How about, just 'Hoo Ray for Intrepid' or something like that? Just don't use her name. After all, it is the law. Putting her name there is a violation of law and you are responsible. It wouldn't look very good in your record being arrested in your dorm room, but I suppose that would pale in comparison as to how your Mom and Dad would feel if you got dismissed for explicitly disregarding a victim's rights and causing so much personal difficulties that the University President's office had to intervene. . . . " April listened for a bit and smiled, "Thank you Connie. I'll tell her you'll keep her confidences. I'm sure when she sees you that she'll be thankful of your thoughtfulness. Okay? Good! Bye Connie." April put her phone down and took a drink of water, asking Emily, "Who else?" "I'm amazed April!" Emily laughed. "You know everybody!" "I do these things for President James and the University all the time. Those people know who I am and that I'm not fooling around. Now, anyone else?" "Well," Emily sighed, "who's the editor of the city newspaper?" April smiled broadly and replied, "Scoop Wilson. He's an old buddy of mine," April winked at Emily, "He's a wonderful old lecher and a serious, honest newspaperman." April looked in her daily planner's contact listings and dialed. "Hey Scoop! Yeah! Hello! You must be sober, recognizing my voice right off like that. I'm impressed!" April listened a bit and then stated her business, "There was an unfortunate incident on campus yesterday. An assault. Yes, that's right. The victim has requested that neither her name nor photograph be published, and I want you to note that I've officially requested your compliance to the law that forbids it." She listened for a few minutes and replied, "Yes, these things are terrible. She's taking it all fairly well, but the threat of publicity troubles her greatly." She paused again to listen to him and then agreed, "Yes, of course. If she'll do a private anonymous interview, I'll call you. Alright?" He said a few more things and they said their good byes. "Good 'ol Scoop," April grinned then asked, "Anybody else?" "Do you know the police chief?" "Yeah! And the Hospital too!" April realized. "I know, I'll call the town's attorney. He's had the hots for me ever since I came here." She dialed the number from her contact list and asked for John. "Hello John, April Fenton here!" She listened for a minute and then said, "I don't have a lot of time either, so I'll make this short. Yesterday morning there was an assault on campus, Your officers responded and I believe the perpetrator was taken by your paramedics to the city hospital. The victim has requested anonymity. I just spoke to Scoop and he assures me that her rights won't be compromised. I just want to ask you to inform the officers and medics that they aren't to go blabbing to reporters or media people. The law is very specific and very strict. I know you know that, but I'm just asking that you send the word out that loose lips can cost them their jobs, if not an appearance in front of a state judge." She listened for a minute and sighed, "John. I'm calling on behalf of the President of the University to remind you of the victim's rights and to encourage you to actively promote total compliance by the employees of the city. This is *not* a favor you're doing for me and I don't expect to have to go out with you to get you to obey the law." She listened some more and then smiled, "Okay John. Okay. Agreed. The next time I'm in city hall, I'll let you take me to lunch. A real lunch, though. I don't eat hamburgers or watery spaghetti. Good! Good! Thanks John. On behalf of the victim, I thank you too. Good bye." April closed her phone and grinned at Emily, "If I have to go out with John, at least I'll get some good food." "Thanks April," Emily smiled gratefully, "I really appreciate it. Do you really think that I could have an anonymous interview without reveling my identity?" "Sure! If you want to promote rape prevention training, or whatever they call it now, . . . " "Assault prevention," Emily suggested. "Or molestation avoidance." "Yeah! or whatever, you could use it to publish their locations or telephone numbers. You ought to do it as soon as possible. The sooner the better, while the story is fresh in their minds." "Not until these bruises go away," Emily said, rubbing her upper arms. "Are they that bad?" April asked. "Let me see!" Emily tried to push up her sleeve but couldn't get it high enough. She reached to unbutton her jacket when she paused, remembering that she hadn't worn a bra. April saw her catch herself and said, "Oh! You're shy because you didn't wear a bra. That's okay, really Emily. Here! I'll go first." April unbuttoned her jacket, took it off, carefully folded it, and lay it across the desk. She'd taken her blouse and bra off earlier to ease Emily's shyness. She turned and squared her shoulders, displaying her breasts proudly to Emily. The former model had kept in shape and her perfect breasts were still perfect. Fashion models aren't supposed to have a large chest, just enough to fill a blouse, a jacket, a dress, or a swimsuit to please the eye. April's beautiful breasts were nicely rounded with quarter size aureole and pink nipples that just barely poked a little more upward than straight ahead. "See! Just like a real woman," April teased. "Now you!" Emily stood, undid the one button, slipped off her jacket, folded it, and lay it on the desk as April had done with her jacket. They were both quiet for a few minutes, staring at each other's breasts. April got up off the bed first and walked around, looking at Emily's much larger bust from the front and side. Emily stood and then moved out away from the bed. With a wide grin, she unsnapped her skirt, ran the zipper down, and dropped it to the floor. She spread her feet shoulder width apart. Now completely naked, Emily laced her fingers together behind her head, arched her back, stuck out her chest, sucked in her belly, and asked April, "Is this position okay? I don't know how super models do it." "Oh sweetheart!" April sighed as she ran her hand from Emily's hip up her side to her shoulder and hair, "You've got a body to die for! Your hair is fantastic. Your completion is flawless. Your boobs are super. And such a tiny waist for that sexy ass! OH! A butt Plug!" April laughed and touched it to wiggle it a little. "Just look at those nipples pop up!" They both looked at Emily's hard nipples. "Yours too!" Emily said, seeing April's nipples were also erect. "Damn!" April laughed, then loosened her skirt and let it drop to reveal a pair of skimpy black bikini panties. She reached down to peel them off and then, with a glint in her eye, turned her back to slowly inch them down over her sexy butt. "This is how it's done, isn't it?" Emily laughed and began to clap and chant, "Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!" Once past her ass, the panties fell to the floor off her slim legs. April left them and turned to Emily, reached out and joined hands, and, like a slow motion movie, gradually they came together to embrace and kiss. One kiss became another, their hands caressed, and finger tips teased. "God!" April panted as she stroked Emily's nipples, "I've been wanting to do that all day! You are so sexy, so magnificent, I just can't keep my hands off of you!" "Then don't," Emily cooed. She was delighted to have April's perfect body in her arms. Slim and graceful, poised and confident, well schooled and trained, April's experience and sophistication was everything Emily had ever dreamed of, every school girl's dream of becoming a fashion model. April was equally happy holding, kissing Emily. She'd heard from President James all about Emily's brilliance, from his wife, Claire, how beautiful she was, from Patty Wentworth how genuine and wonderful she was, and from Kate, Dean Stevens, that she was a hot sexy lover, especially to Junior, whom April had met and been instantly attracted. April wasn't sure about Emily's sexual preferences, she'd only heard for sure that she'd recently lost her virginity and was Junior's lover. If she had a passion for women, she wasn't sure until now. Emily's hot, searching, gentle kisses were both flirtatious and deeply sensuous, and her knowing fingers dancing butterfly-like around her nipples sent shivers of lust up her back. April knew then that she was putty in Emily's hands. Emily pulled April back with her kisses to the edge of the bed. When she felt the bed behind her knees, she broke the kiss and flopped back into the middle of the bed, giggling, "Come here, you gorgeous woman." Emily spread her legs a bit and held up her arms, cooing, "Come make love to me and tell me all about how you teased young boys and girls with your perfect body." April was so intent with Emily's smile, eyes, and expression, she didn't look between her legs until she was moving get onto the bed and suddenly saw Emily's shaved pussy. "You're. . . . you're shaved!" April gasped, then giggled. "God! You look like a kid!" "All the girls in the dorm shave if they like to have their pussies eaten. Do you like to eat pussy,. April?" "God Yes!" April cried and dove between Emily's legs. "Oh my!" April laughed, kneeling at her crotch, holding a thin sting that came from Emily's vagina. "You're having your period!" "I'm sorry," Emily gasped, embarrassed totally. "I forgot!" "That's okay honey," April soothed her, "I don't mind." "It's almost over! My overnight tampon was hardly stained." "Good!" April replied as she pulled out the tampon and lay the slightly stained plug in an ashtray on the bed table. "I don't mind a little bloody girl juice. I know how hot I get when I have my menses, so I suppose that you're pretty hot too!" April took a long slow lick from Emily's butt plug up across her pussy to her clit, making Emily gasp in pleasure, and asked, "You are hot, aren't you?" "Oh yes!" Emily moaned as she grabbed April's head and wrapped her legs around her neck and back, pulling her in to her crotch, "Now eat me babe! Eat me good!" ************************************ Thirty minutes later, Emily lay exhausted, overwhelmed by the power of her cums. April, a girl lover for years since she'd begun modeling in her teens, had used every trick, tease, and nasty sex idea she could remember from what she'd learned while waiting to stroll down the fashion runways. April had wished she had a few toys to tease Emily, but when she bumped her chin on the butt plug, it became a penetrating toy that made Emily's libido finally melt. "OH GODDESS ABOVE!" Emily yelled as April fucked her ass with her own butt plug, while sucking her clit and fingering her cunt. Emily was arched up high, fucking her hips up at April's mouth when she screamed and passed out! April immediately realized that the hostess Patricia must have heard, hopped off the bed, and put on her skirt, blouse, and jacket. She pulled down the bed spread and rolled Emily onto the top blanket, tossed back the spread, pulled up the covers and rolled Emily onto the clean sheets. Covering her, she picked up Emily's skirt and jacket, laying them folded on the desk chair. Spotting the used tampon in the ashtray, she carried it to the bathroom, setting it on the back of the toilet. Moving to the work desk, April quickly checked around, but was satisfied that if Patricia were to check on them, there would be nothing visible to concern her. She'd been in hotel room situations with other lovers before and had learned that placing a room service order was a good diversion. Quickly she moved to the telephone table, opened the drawer, and found the room service menus. In the late-night menu, she found chilled peel- and-eat shrimp plates, one of her favorites. April waited for Patricia, wondering if, for some reason, she hadn't heard Emily's scream and perhaps she should call down for room service herself. That's when there was a soft knock on the room door. "Hi Patricia!" April said, opening the room door. "Ah, hi Miss Fenton," Patricia replied, looking in to see Emily in bed. "I'm glad you came. We need two orders of cooked, peeled shrimp with sauce. Can you do that or should I call down?" Patricia looked at April carefully, then did her job, getting out her notepad, "That's two orders of shrimp with cocktail sauce. Anything else?" "No that'll do. Thanks Patricia!" April replied, then gently closed the door. "Wow!" April said to herself, taking a deep breath. She smiled as she relaxed and went into the bathroom to get a wet washcloth for Emily. "Hey baby! Hey!" April cooed to Emily as she wiped her face with a cool washcloth. "Are you okay?" "Hmmmmmm!" Emily replied, reaching up her arms to encircle April's neck, pulling her down for a hot kiss. "You were fantastic!" "So are you honey, so are you!" April said, pulling Emily's arms down. "You yelled so loud that Patricia came down. I put you under the covers, but you've got to get up now and put on your skirt and jacket. I ordered some shrimp and you've got to be up when she gets here. Okay! That's it. Upse-daisy!" April got Emily into the bathroom where she washed up while April got her skirt and jacket. Emily dashed naked out to the worktable to her valise, grabbed her spare tampon, and dashed back into the bathroom to finish cleaning up. Once again dressed, Emily was at the desk, chatting with April, when Patricia returned with the shrimp. Both Emily and April thanked Patricia for her service and, as soon as she'd left, the two women again stripped off their clothes and sat naked cross-legged in the middle of the bed, feeding each other shrimp and sauce. "Goddess Above, you eat pussy like a dream!" Emily told April. "I can't wait until I get to do you." "That'll have to wait," April replied. "I've got to get back." Emily looked at her watch and cussed, "Shit! I've got a class to go to. Damn!" Emily rolled over and looked at April, "When can we get together? I can't wait to get my mouth on your boobs and pussy." April fed Emily a shrimp and suggested, "You got your draft on a floppy disk? I could use that and fix it up a bit. Don't get me wrong, your work is superb, excellent actually. I'm very impressed and totally approve. Just give me your rough draft and I'll work it over. No content changes, only some formatting. Maybe on Monday or Tuesday we can do this again?" "Okay," Emily replied, feeding the last of her shrimp to April. "I'll send it to you as a file named G-SEEP-PRO V1 from the G-SEEP Website. Your University UserID is AFENTON@ORION.EDU, right? Oh hey! Did you bring the thirty copies of the authenticity document from Dr. James? The ones I need for the dancers?" "I sure did!" April replied, peeling and feeding her last shrimp to Emily. "Got them right over in my valise." "Good!" Emily said between munches of shrimp. "Why don't you bring Dr. James over to the Orion statue at 2PM tomorrow. That's when we're having tryouts. A kind word or two from the President will help inspire our volunteers." "That would be a hoot!" April said, "but I don't know if I can take the time. I'll send over Dr. James even if I can't come. But I'll work on your draft and call you. We can discuss when we'll meet, okay?" Emily knelt up and cupped April's pussy, saying, "The sooner, the better. Tomorrow morning would be good! As long as I get a chance to love you like you did me, I'll be happy. Hey! What are you looking at! Is something wrong?" April, scrutinizing Emily's face, looked amazed and replied, "It's true! What Patty said." "What was that?" "That you don't wear make-up," April sighed. "She said you were so beautiful, naturally beautiful, that you didn't need to wear any make- up. And it's true! You don't!" April leaned over and kissed Emily hotly, then broke away to say, "Let's get dressed and out of here. It's late!" They dressed and straightened the room. Emily gulped the last of her apple juice as April opened the door. Together, arm in arm, they left. At the elevators they thanked Patricia and wished her a good day. Outside in the parking lot, Emily kissed April chastely and muttered, "This isn't over yet! See you tomorrow, hot pants!" "No Emily," April laughed. "I can't tomorrow. How about Saturday? At my house?" "That sounds nice. Thanks for everything," Emily gave April's hand a warm, affectionate squeeze, "Bye! Call me and tell me when!" April got in her car and drove back to her office as Emily drove to her dorm. She took off her heels and ran into the dorm and up to her floor without stopping to chat with Connie, who'd changed the Intrepid sign, removing Emily's name. In her room, Emily stripped, put on one of her new pale yellow lace silk bra and panty set, a green and yellow plaid short pleated skirt, a bright yellow short sleeved blouse, and flats. In a hurry to get to her class, she dumped her valise and re-packed it with her texts, notes, laptop, phone, wallet and ID, and a spare tampon. She grabbed it and left, locking the room door. Emily raced back down the stairs and trotted across the green to the MATH building for her macro-economics class, getting to her seat as the professor began his lecture. Even after a morning of post-assault revelations, the G-SEEP meeting with April, and the wonderful girl/girl sex, Emily's highly trained mind was able to focus on the Professor's presentation, as usual. The 80 minute class, the longer summer session version, was soon over. As the other students filed out, Emily put away her notes and got out her wireless phone. She had 10 minutes to kill before her next class, advanced differential equations. But diffy Q was taught in this same hall; it was only three doors down in the Mathematics Academic Training Hall. She called Liz on her phone. "Hey girl," Emily laughed into Liz's and her roommate's answering machine, "I'm between classes and wanted to touch base with you about the criteria for the dancers that are trying out tomorrow for the video shoot on Monday. I get out of my last class around 5PM, so why don't we plan to have dinner together. We'll get it settled then. Okay? I'll see you in the dorm after 5. Don't call me. I shut off the phone during class. Bye honey!" Emily hung up and moved down to the classroom for advanced diffy Q. She had done her homework, studied the new material, and even worked on a few of the problems at the end of the chapter. She didn't want to get too far ahead, but this was just her usual study pattern. 80 minutes later, class was over and Emily walked back to her dorm. At the front desk, Connie was just getting off duty from her 8 to 5 shift. Emily thanked her for taking her name off the 'Intrepid' sign and suggested that she might want to help proof-read a script that they would use in the G-SEEP promotion video. Connie wanted to hear more, but she had an evening class (Nineteenth Century American Literature). She suggested a breakfast meeting at 7AM. Emily, not pleased to have another early breakfast meeting, reluctantly agreed. Emily hoped to have an early evening to catch up on some reading and get a good nights sleep. She was determined to maintain her daily workout regime and knew she needed her rest. Up on the third floor, she went to Liz's room and knocked. No one answered, so she returned to her room. There, she stripped off and hung up her clothes. Emily pulled out her tampon and saw no menses blood and decided her period was over. She put it in a sanitary bag and went to the floor shower room to dispose of it and take a cleansing douche. Back in her room, she sat in her new silk panties and bra at her desk, working on her class notes, translating them into her class binder with four color inks and three color highliters to match her study notes in the texts. When her wireless phone buzzed, she hoped it might be her lover, Junior. Instead it was Louisa, Junior's aunt from the mountains. "Hi honey! It's Louise. How are you?" "Aunt Louise! It's great to hear from you! I'm fine, how are you? Where are you?" "I'm well and here in Orion. I thought that maybe you'd like to get together for dinner before I go up to Bob and Patty's house. You game?" "Yes," Emily replied, "but I sort of have a dinner date with Liz. You remember her, don't you?" "Oh sure!" Louisa remembered. "That cute dancer that Justine is using to teach that fellow C.C. about sex and at the same time gaining a little respect for herself." "You got it!" Emily replied, then told Louise about her phone message request for a dinner meeting with Liz to discuss the selection criteria for dancers to be video taped on Monday. Emily explained a little about the project and suggested that Louise might want to come to the dorm to eat now. She'd leave a message for Liz to join them in the cafeteria. "Only if I get to see your room. I haven't ever seen a dorm room before," Louise said, "and I want to see yours." "Okay, where are you?" "Sitting outside in your dorm parking lot!" "What? You're here?" Emily gasped, looking down at her nearly naked body. "I'll need to dress." "You're in room #314. I'll just come up." "No you can't come up after 5PM without an escort," Emily replied. "Oh hell! I'll put on my robe and be right down." Down stairs, Emily, barefoot, wearing only her new fancy bra and panties under her new long white silk robe, hugged Louise and they kissed warmly. Louise, true to her mystical healer style, wore only a multi- patterned cotton wrap-around dress that, at first glance, appeared to be a dark green calf-length strapless wrap. On closer inspection, the wrap was covered with sewn in runes and astrological symbols. It was beautiful and Emily stood back, holding Louise's hands out so she could admire the wrap's beauty. "You look great and your gown is fantastic," Emily gushed. "You too!" Louise replied calmly, though inside her blood was racing with lust, wishing she could get alone with the foxy Emily. Emily's pale yellow lace silk bra and panties were easy to see through her thin white silk robe and Louise wanted to see more. "Show me your room," Louise asked, and then nodded toward the noisy cafeteria, "and you can put some clothes on so we can go eat." It was agreed and soon Emily was unlocking her room door for Louise's inspection. Inside, Louise oohed and ahhed, checked out the bed springs to see if they squeaked, and happily noted that the spice tea chest she'd given Emily was prominently displayed on her chest of drawers. "Patty told me that you got some new underwear from Maryann. Is that what you're wearing under that robe?" When Emily nodded yes, Louisa asked, "Why don't you show it to me? I heard that Maryann sells some beautiful lingerie." Proud of her new things, Emily took off her robe, tossed it over a chair, and posed for Louise in her new sexy yellow lace silk bra and panties. They had no elastic, snaps, or hooks. The bra tied together with ribbon in front between the cups and on the panties at each side. Louise, totally captivated by Emily's sexy body, moved around her to get a closer look when her naughty fingers found the front tie ribbon of the bra and pulled. Emily's bra fell off and Louise's hands were full of her sexy large boobs. Louise's mouth followed her teasing fingers and quickly Emily was lost in lust as Louise's knowing hands and lips shot bolts of pure sex lust to her groin. Louise's wrap was just that, only a wrap. One pull on the waist tie and it fell off of Louise's luscious body. Under it, she was naked. They embraced as lovers and kissed hotly. Though Louise was over twenty years older than Emily, her body didn't show it and, although Louise had enjoyed women for many years and Emily had only known girl loving for a few weeks, they found that their sex skills differed little. Soon the two were entwined together on Emily's small bed, her panties gone as Louise happily ate her hot cunt while Emily ate hers. When the telephone rang, Emily struggled to extradite her limbs from Louise's, and finally got to the telephone. "Hello?" Emily answered. "Hey Liz! What's happening? Oh sure! Come on down and we'll talk about it. Sure, sure! We'll go eat too. Okay! See you soon!" Emily hung up and grinned at Louise, "get into your wrap and we'll seduce Liz." Emily slipped into her robe again and straightened her bed covers until Liz knocked at her door. Emily opened the door and Liz entered, only to be hugged by Louise. "Hi Liz. Remember me? I'm Louise! Remember when I ate your hot cunt up at Bob and Patty's on Saturday?" Louise backed off, untied her wrap, and let it fall to the floor to display her nakedness. Moving to Liz, she embraced her and kissed her hotly, "You're overdressed honey. Let me help you out of your shirt and shorts." Liz didn't protest and, with Emily's help, she was quickly stripped. Louise used her teeth to pull down Liz's panties and they all fell together onto Emily's bed, kissing, licking, and fingering lips, breasts, and pussies. It went on for twenty minutes or so until a key turned in the lock door. "It's my roommate Robin," a startled Emily told them. She hopped up, leaving Louise and Liz snuggling together in her bed, and slipped into her silk robe as Robin entered. "Hey girl!" Robin said, "How's it going?" "Real good!" Emily answered, "You came at an opportune time!" "Really?" Robin replied, tossing her books on her desk. "What do you mean?" Robin turned and saw the two naked women in Emily's bed, then looked at Emily. "You said you were bi and I thought you might like to meet my friend Liz and my Aunt Louise," Emily said as she dropped her robe. Naked Louise and Liz join her around Robin, helping her get out of her clothes. Liz, having had group sex parties in her room, knew to pull off the mattresses from the two twin beds and make a big area on the floor for their loving. Robin was a little surprised at the spontaneous all girl sex party, but remembered that she had done much the same once or twice when she had been younger. She joined in with relish, pulling Emily down to ravish her. It was difficult to tell who was ravishing whom, Emily give as good as she got. After twenty minutes, they switched partners. Louise was now all over Robin while Liz and Emily got into a tight sixty nine. A half an hour later, they took a break. Louise wanted some tea and Liz put on one of Emily's robes to go fill the electric tea pot in the floor shower room. Liz returned and got the water heating. Louise was caressing Robin, listening to her complain about her idiot ex-fiancee. "Don't be too hard on him," Louise consoled her, "he sounds a little juvenile. To make him quit playing around with his buddies would be mistake. When he's ready to mature, he will. If I were you, I'd feel fortunate that you've found out before you married him. Now there is a little boy in every man, just as there is a little girl in each of us, and to be a dreamer or have child-like visions of a new world or a better existence for all of us, is not something that should be suppressed. My suggestion is that you shouldn't burn all your bridges or break every tie you have with him. If he wants to see you, agree. Just stay steadfast that he must mature before you'll make any kind of commitment to him, especially marriage. Did you have sex with him?" Robin admitted she did, often, and it had been generally good. "If I were you and the situation arose, go to bed with him. It's good to get laid when you feel the itch. However, make sure he's safe. Go to the local STD safety group and be sure he gets tested before you sleep with him again. The last thing you want is to catch some disease from him because he's been careless. You know what I mean?" Robin said she understood and, as Louise got up to make the tea, praised Emily, "If I could handle men like Emily, I'd be a lot further ahead." "Emily?" Louise asked, "Are you having trouble with Junior?" "No, not with Junior," Liz interrupted. "She put down some guy that grabbed her yesterday morning. The whole dorm is calling her Intrepid Emily!" "What?" Louisa gasped. "Emily! What's Liz talking about?" "Oh, it's really nothing," Emily said and then spent the next fifteen minutes telling Louise about the attack and the unfortunate after- effects that made her out to be a heroine. She further explained that she was going to use her notoriety to publicize assault prevention training and other programs to ensure the safety of students and campus visitors. "It sounds to me like you've got it under control Emily," Louise replied. "How come you're upset about it?" "Actually, I feel a lot better about it this afternoon than I did earlier," Emily said, and then went on to tell how April had help her by calling the newspapers and the town's attorney to keep her photograph and name out of the media. "They call me brave, but I'm not brave enough to have my name and face broadcast around the state or, if it's a slow news day, around the whole country." Louise poured the tea, offering some honey to sweeten it. They sat naked, Indian style on the mattresses talking about women, sex, and clothes, until Louise asked Emily, "I heard from Patty that you got some new underwear from Maryann. Can I see?" Emily hopped up and happily showed off her new bras and panties. At the urging of Louise, Emily modeled a set, the white silk ones. Liz and Robin were amazed at the fine lace and the fact that there were no hooks or elastic. The pieces were custom fitted and only needed ribbon ties to hold them on. Liz was running her hands up and around Emily's bra encased boobs, paying special attention to Emily's now erect nipples. Robin knelt behind Emily, feeling her nearly naked ass and teasing the thin strap on the thong panty that ran down between her ass cheeks. "You look beautiful Emily," Louise told her and then kissed her warmly. Louise hadn't told them she'd used the special sex spiced tea and the intended effects were beginning to show among the girls. "I heard you got some new toys too!" "Oh yeah!" Emily gushed, her eyes sparkling now with the spice. "Let me show you!" From the back of her closet, Emily pulled out a canvas gym bag full of sex toys. Amid squeals of laughter and giggles of shyness, the women passed around the dildos, vibrators, probes, and clips. Louise, now hot and wet too, waved an anal probe at Emily, saying, "You still got a horny asshole?" "Hmmm! You bet!" Emily admitted as she pulled out the 'Whirling Dervishes', a twisting, rotating vibrating dildo with a clit exciter, and a companion anal probe that swelled and grew in length inside the rectum. "These are really great!" "This looks rather complicated. Why don't you show us how it works," Louise suggested. Emily's spiced up libido needed no additional encouragement. She happily lay back on the mattress and inserted the 'Dervishes' in her vagina, fitting the clit device exactly over her joy button, and lubed the anal probe before easing it into her ass. She'd already plugged them into a wall outlet and handed the controls to Louise. "This controls the dildo rollers, twisting, and clit vibrations," Emily explained, "and the other is the girth, depth, stroke, and vibrations of the anal probe. Set all these on level 2 and, Hmmmmm!, those rollers over my G-spot are wonderful and the clit thing is really nice. Ahhhhhhhhhh! That's so-o-o nice. On the anal toy, set the girth for 3, the depth at 2, the stroke at 5, and the vibrations on 2. Oh! Fuck yes! That's really nice. Hmmmm! Somebody kiss me, please!" Louise did and held Emily close as she cried joyously through several cums, Louise changing the controls as Emily directed. When she felt the big 'O' coming, she had Louisa increase the control levels until she was arched up high, yelling her pleasure into a pillow held softly over her face by Liz. As Emily lay panting for her breath, Liz begged Louise to do her. By the time Liz got back from the shower room after washing the anal toy, Emily was alert enough to help Liz find her initial settings for maximum pleasure. Within a few minutes, Liz was soaring to the stars on the strength of her cums. Naturally, Robin wanted to try it and, after she washed the anal probe, Emily was happy to help her fit the toys, set the controls for her size, and got everything vibrating, rolling, twisting, surging, and thrusting to get her zooming into orgasm. Robin only lasted a few minutes under the intense pleasure. Finally, Louise tried the toys and, after she too blasted into a monstrous climax, agreed that sex toys had certainly advanced from her earlier experiences with simple plastic vibrators. Emily poured more tea and they laughed and talked, relaxing in their post-orgasmic glows. Soon they were all playing with the probes, dildos, and vibrators, changing partners easily. As one girl climaxed and rested, they used the toys on another of them. It was a happy night for the four women. Gradually fatigue overcame them and by midnight they were all cuddled together naked, under the sheets on the mattresses on the floor, snoozing. End Chapter 84 ********************** 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 rot your mind, rape your soul, and kill your body. ************** Thank You For Reading My Story ********************** Mrs. James Wentworth Preston Copyright 2003 <1st attachment begin> <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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