Posts Tagged ‘college’
Leslie`s adventure
Part 1. Tired after a long day of school, Leslie returned to her rented apartment facing a pile of homework, a sink of dishes and a night of boring television. The college lifestyle seemed so easy and free from high school - freedom, partying, a future. Now, it just seemed like work. 22, single, with a few friends and a student income, Leslie pondered. Was this really all it was supposed to be? Slim, with short brunette hair and an average body, Leslie never considered herself extraordinary - just average. Which suited her fine. With the other girls off partying, dancing, drinking.... getting into dangerous situations and trouble, Leslie was quite happy to stay at home and relax. Tonight, however, she needed something different. She thought about calling home - no, she did that all the time, and talking to her parents and her brother had just become routine. Internet chat was just too much - guys trolling for partners, girls dangling availability.... or just people i the mood to fight and mouth off. Flipping through her notes, Leslie saw a phone number.... from a classmate, who had offered it to her in case she had questions about the upcoming test. (more...)
Sweet Suzie’s Enslavement
I had managed to befriend her when, after she'd walked into the first day of art class late, and every guys head in the class turned to look and stayed that way far too long. In her white miniskirt, and blonde streaked hair, she was stunning, and she sat directly across from me in the big art room. I soon found myself with a bird's eye view of what every other guy in the room wanted to see, and given her sexiness, found myself, though knowing better, looking up her dress. I sensed she was aware of it, and slowly raised my eyes to meet her deep playful green ones, but instead of disdain, I saw the cutest knowing smile, and she never flinched or repositioned herself...as if to say; "Gotcha! Having fun?" That day we were doing a nude study rendering of the same ballerina/paid model I had drawn many times, and who most every other guy in the class wanted to nail, but whom I detested. Toward the end of the class, as the instructor walked around behind us, evaluating our progress, when he saw my rendering, he immediately walked over and snatched it up, and raised it for all to view. "It seems like some here weren't sure who the intended subject for the assignment was, and drew the wrong model." As the laughter became louder around the room, I sat with my eyes fixed on Suzie, who's eyes had widened, and whose face had turned a deep blush. "I drew the best model available in this room, as any decent artist would." I replied. The sketch was a fully naked, blond, rather precise [...]