Alexis

Alexis doesn’t like me. Back in our home town, we went to the same high school, had classes together. When required to, for schoolwork reasons, she tolerated me. Otherwise, she was one of the... well, mean girls. She was too good for the rest of us, and she let us know it. She orbited in those high social strata, the ones that were hinted to be filled with parties and drugs and sex, not that lowly goons like me were privy to the specifics.

Britney

I pull her arm away, look closer. “In what world do you think it’s acceptable to turn yourself into a slut?” I reach out, pinch her nipple before she can block me. I feel the metal barbell, pluck on it, pull on it, watch her tit bounce.

Lia

The door bursts open and Amy spills through, dragging in a cute boy by the the wrist. She sees me getting eaten out, blinks as she realizes. I grin at her, and her eyes go wide. “Oh. Oh my god. I forgot...” Her arms swing to cover herself, as if she’s the one being immodest here.

Visiting the Dorms

She doesn’t react when I start to draw circles with my fingers. And then again, nothing when I drag my hand up, daring closer and closer up her chest. My hand slips under her shirt and she doesn’t care. I brush against her tit. Nothing. Emboldened, I squeeze a breast, tweak a nipple. She just lets me, not even the slightest acknowledgment.

Milking Table

And then I slide my cock through the hole, balls too. Through the table, I hear a quiet hush, and then happy humming, a girl’s voice. I try to relax, but I’m exposed, vulnerable.

Chloe

She said, “But if someone were to force themself on me, overpowering me, using my body for their own sick, degenerate pleasure, well then I wouldn’t be cheating, would I?”

Vera

“I don’t understand,” I said, looking at Vera’s swimsuit, trying not to stare at the large swell of her chest, the shape of her nipples clearly defined as they poked through the thin material. “How is this an improvement, exactly? And what is that hole for?”

Office Hours

“Well, simply, we arouse the subject and stimulate him, then after a pre-set time incite orgasm, directing the subject manually into our flask,” Lacy said, holding up a small Erlenmeyer flask, then added hastily, “But we’ve already done that successfully a couple dozen times, that’s not our issue.” Professor Watney leaned forward, looking at the flask. It’s opening was wide enough it should admit most penises. “Well, what’s the problem then?” he said.

Riley

Tressa made a show of being unfazed. “Yes, I was fingering her, or whatever you want to call it. But if you’re not going to do something well, I always say it isn’t worth doing at all, so I stopped.” Riley shifted on her chair, not saying anything. A mental picture of Riley with Tressa’s hand down her pants flashed into my mind. It was awkward. Tressa continued, “And that’s when I remembered you.”