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It was my third class of the day and I couldn’t remember a single word from my professors’ lectures. Watching my boyfriend fuck his mom had either awakened or broken something vital inside. I couldn’t concentrate on school; I wanted dick; I wanted to burn with longing all over until my panties needed changing; I wanted Mrs. Lawson’s lips. Worst of all: I wanted to go back to class, tell Green Eyes I’d join his study group, and enjoy his wandering eyes all night while my boyfriend was busy with his mom. I remember thinking, I’m a slut. I remember thinking, Get this out of me.
I threw my back against the bathroom stall, shoved my hand down my pants, and pulled my turtleneck up to cover my mouth. Two voices bent over the mirror outside like they were checking their makeup. They talked about upcoming exams and washed their hands. My fingers swirled over and under my clit, determined to return to a normal life like theirs.
I imagined Dave’s strong arms pinning me down against his parents’ bed, gripping so hard he burned his handprint into my arm. My eyes shut tight inside the stall. I imagined Mrs. Lawson watching, breasts hanging over my mouth, telling Dave to fuck me harder; to “show Emily what it’s like to be mommy.” My toes curled inside my shoes, pushing against the floor for balance. I imagined turning my head for a kiss, but found Green Eyes on top of me, not Dave—thrusting inside. Green Eyes’ arms bulged as he held me down, gaze washing over the arch of my breasts like he’d been waiting the whole school year to get my clothes off. My hips jerked forward in the stall. My sweater muffled a moan. I imagined, behind Green Eyes, every single one of the guys from the lake who’d whistled at me and Mrs. Lawson. They stood tall over the bed, stroking their hard cocks to my writhing curves, waiting for their turn to fill me. My eyes shot open, my orgasm snuck onto my fingers with all the subtlety of a car crash, and I came, staring at the white brick wall of my university bathroom.
I noticed the letters “J+V” scratched with a heart into a brick, and smiled. A sigh fell out of me as I fixed my turtleneck around my chest and down my hips, relieved to have spent one second thinking about something other than sex. My phone vibrated.
Dave: Sorry I haven’t texted all day ❤️
Dave: Mom and I had to sneak around dad
Dave: I’ll tell you all about it when we hangout
One second without sex-brain, over. I frantically replied: “What have I missed? Can you tell me now? I miss you both so much. God, take me back to the cottage. I can’t wait until this week’s over.” I sent several crying emojis and stared at my phone for a minute, maybe two, until he wrote:
Dave: Doggystyle
Dave: Miss u too
I rolled my eyes and walked back to class. Dave was loving, but not very good at expressing love (or anything) in words.
I watched Green Eyes watching me as I walked to the back row of the classroom, still damp between my legs from the fantasy he invaded. I took my seat beside him. Sitting upright, facing the professor, the wool around my neck was cool, dotted inside with my spit after covering up my mouth and moans. Green Eyes’ forearm scribbled notes in my peripherals. It was broad like Dave’s.
Another vibration hit my phone. I angled the screen down towards my papers and peeked. Dave sent a picture: Mrs. Lawson on her knees, blowing a kiss to the camera with one hand, holding Dave’s thick cock in the other. “Mom sends a kiss. She misses u too,” he wrote. Her plump lips puckered right up against my heart, into my veins, down my spine.
Miles away from that kiss and that cock, I realized: this is their adventure, not mine.
“You don’t have to do that,” whispered Green Eyes. I let my angled screen fall to my desk, and met his gaze. He smelled like pine. “I’m not gonna read your texts. But you can read mine if you give me your number.”
His eyes smiled, like he knew how ridiculous he sounded. I curled one eyebrow up to confirm, Yes, you’re ridiculous. I wanted to sigh and get back to my notes, but I didn’t. I remembered the guys at the lake, shamelessly whistling at me and Mrs. Lawson in our swimsuits, and the way she laughed, smiled, and waved. Maybe it was the budding mommy in me that replied, to my surprise and his, “Sounds fun. But what’s in it for you?”
He chuckled under his breath. He told me his name was Liam, I added a contact to my phone named “Green Eyes,” and agreed to join his study group. I thought, Mrs. Lawson knows she’s beautiful and doesn’t care. It’s good practice to let him look but not touch. And when class ended, I rushed out the door while he packed his bag.
I studied for days, on and off campus, breaking only to eat, sleep, or rest my new photo of Mrs. Lawson beside me. I’d replay memories of sharing Dave and masturbate, staring at her on her knees, banishing thoughts of Green Eyes with the hope of her puckered lips on mine at the end of my week. Dave texted a few times, never saying much, asking once how exam prep was going. “Exhausting,” I said, buried in papers and books on my bed. “Me and some classmates are comparing notes on Thursday. I’m gonna need you so bad when this is all over.” Telling him about Thursday made me feel guiltier.
My chest felt tight while the cursor blinked beside my next text to Dave: “Love you.”
Send.
This may not shock you, reader spoiled by the riches of an erotic subreddit. But it was a surprise to me: on Thursday, I was the only girl at the study group.
Green Eyes’ apartment door opened to plaid couches, bookshelves, band posters, game consoles, and a dozen guys I recognized from campus, saying hi with or without confidence. They were perfectly polite while Liam introduced me, but each chose their own unique moment to eye me up and down, thinking I wouldn’t notice or wouldn’t care. I cared. I’d tucked my curves modestly inside my outfit because I wanted them to want more.
My hair was tied back. A white button-up hid all my skin away but hugged my chest tight. A black pencil skirt gripped my hips and climbed high up my waist. I wore sheer tights underneath. Learning from Mrs. Lawson, I covered every inch of my figure like a badly kept secret. I was hoping to catch Green Eyes lusting once or twice, but pleasantly surprised to get the same from the rest of the room.
There was an energy in the apartment immediately, and all of it flowed in my direction. We talked schoolwork at first. Some of them complimented me, for “really knowing your stuff.” Others liked teasing when I got answers wrong, or liked me teasing them, or smiled bashfully when I celebrated their work with loud and proud enthusiasm, like a mommy should. I wanted to be everything to all of them; the spark in the room that motivated the meek and bold alike. To unite them in their barely secret lusting, cocks swelling in their pants; all of them, my good boys.
Then they started drinking. Green Eyes passed beers and shots around like they grew on trees. I said no thanks I don’t drink, and talked movies with a black-haired guy who offered me ice water. A big, broad-shouldered, chubby guy in flannel asked if he could paint me. I laughed and splayed across the couch, *Titanic* style. Green Eyes pulled me out of the pose and onto his lap, where I sat and chatted to him and his friends—warmth radiating up through my skirt, warmth radiating back down to Liam from between my thighs. I wasn’t used to being the center of attention, but I liked it. When a bearded guy sat next to us and asked where I’m from, I twisted to face him, and on the way rubbed my ass slowly, consciously across Liam’s lap.
He noticed. Now I knew it wasn’t just his arms. His cock was thick like Dave’s, too.
It was around this time Mrs. Lawson started texting me. I wouldn’t see her messages until later that night.
Mrs. Lawson: Sweetheart ❤️ The house has been lonelier without you. David tells me exams are coming. He also tells me you’re feeling left out. He’s a terrible texter.
Mrs. Lawson: Let me fill you in on everything you’ve missed…
My time on Green Eyes’ lap seemed to inspire everyone else. They got handsy with me. If they wanted my attention, they might grab my wrist, or tap my shoulder—or pick me up and carry me, giggling and kicking the air, until I sat right where they wanted me, between them and their drinks.
A guy with thick-framed glasses put his arm around over my shoulder while we chatted with Big Flannel. I leaned into the embrace, hips pushed back against him, wrapped small inside his tall, warm body.
Mrs. Lawson: David’s father was home for a few days, so we had to be very sneaky. We went “shopping” for hours and hours, but really, we took a short drive and parked on your campus. It was so hard to find a secluded spot. But we managed it… Not far from your classes, he told me
Mrs. Lawson: Emily. Did you know he LOVES it in public? He nearly tore my dress getting my tits out. I smacked him. (But to be honest I like when he gets demanding)
Black-hair bet “a hundred thousand bucks” I was “a secret weirdo.” He invited me to his band’s show next week, and leaned in close to say I’d fit right in. I told him I liked his tattoos, said I might show up, and gave him my number. The Beard said he was a photographer—“amateur, technically”—and shrugged. He showed me a pinup shoot with a model “whose body was just like yours,” and I liked what I saw, so I asked him if he could make me look like her. He smiled nervously. “Definitely.” He said some girls liked his work so much they paid him for shoots, but he’d shoot me free: “Tasteful or tasteless. I do both.”
Mrs. Lawson: I was embarrassed in that parking lot, Emily!! But ugh, so turned on. I lay across the back seat and pulled my skirt up, sliding my panties to the side. He was so loving. “Don’t be nervous,” “you’re so beautiful,” “if anyone saw us they’d be so jealous of me, mom.” He’s a sweet talker. We’ve trained him well 😉
Mrs. Lawson: I know you like details: he fucked me so hard. He kept pulling out, holding back, edging me. How is he so good at 21? He worked so hard he fogged the windows. When I could still see out of them I lay back, looked up at a 2nd floor window, wondering if it was your class. I’m not sure if you’ll understand, but I felt close to you, like you were still right there with us, part of the family. I came with you on my mind.
On my way to the kitchen, a hand spanked the pit of my ass so hard it stung. I squealed, then laughed, jaw dropped, skin tingling. I wasn’t mad: I wanted another. “Who did that?” I asked, smacking two disciplinary fingers to my palm, like a surly old teacher’s ruler. In a stern tone, I added: “Did I ask you to stop?” A tall blonde guy said, “Go punish him,” pushing me playfully out of the kitchen. Two hands wrapped around my waist from behind and pulled me through the crowd. I laughed so hard it hurt, and flailed, and got damp between my thighs, surrounded by so many men I never knew who was pulling, holding, spanking, groping.
Mrs. Lawson: Your future mother-in-law played footsie under the dinner table, rubbing our man between his legs. Mr. Lawson sat right next to us, clueless. David actually blushed. Oh, but then David got revenge: husband left the room for thirty seconds, so David picked me up onto the counter and kissed me. He pushed up against me to show me he was so very hard. I was almost sweating by the time his dad walked back in. He stopped kissing just in time. Close call
Mrs. Lawson: Husband thinks I’m in a good mood because he’s home from “work” for once
Mrs. Lawson: Maybe if he hadn’t spent twenty years sleeping around
Mrs. Lawson: I wish I could say right to his face “I love your son’s cock.”
Green Eyes pushed me. I landed ass-first on Big Flannel, who wrapped his big flannel arms around me tight. I couldn’t get out of his hold—and relished it. A giggle and a mock-scream curdled up my throat while I “struggled” to break out, squirming around in his lap. The buttons down my chest strained, opening little peepholes in my shirt while I tried to wriggle free. My kicks spread my legs apart, riding my skirt up my tights, baring the meatiest parts of my thighs for everyone—everyone—watching.
The Beard grabbed one foot. Glasses and Blonde grabbed the other. I writhed around in everyone’s hands, grinning and laughing, hair messed against my face, nipples stiff inside my bra. I wondered if they could all see me poking through my white satin shirt. I wondered if the bulge under my cheeks was Big Flannel’s thigh, or something new.
Green Eyes leaned over me, so close I could taste his minty breath. His smile met mine. His green gaze flickered between my eyes and my lips.
Mrs. Lawson: The three of us watched a movie last night. I shared a blanket with David. You would have loved it under there with us. He’s so good with his hands. Am I really ridiculously good at hiding an orgasm, or is Mr. Lawson stupid? He was sitting right beside me. I feel like touching myself just talking about it.
Mrs. Lawson: I feel like I’m in college again. You and David make me young. Like anything’s possible and everything’s still ahead of me, and all my bad decisions are so, so deliciously good. Sigh. My perfect boy and my naughty little slut in training.
“Your feet kicked my friend here,” said Green Eyes, lighting up with desire every time my struggling made me whimper. “And if you don’t calm down, I’m going to undo one of these buttons— …” He curled his finger over my black top button until it dropped back onto my chest. “One button for every time you disobey. Got it?”
The need in my belly was on fire. “Do it!” I said, daring him, teasing him, whacking my foot inside the spiral of arms that wrapped around my leg.
In one swift move, he pulled the top button open. My breaths gulped deep down into the fire, heaving my chest inside Big Flannel’s grasp. My eyes never left Liam’s, but I could see the whole room watching. Chuckling. Lusting. Liam smirked. I kicked again.
He tore another button open, pulling my shirt apart across my bra. My cleavage rose and fell in parted satin, shaking with excitement, exposed for Green Eyes and everyone else. My breath fanned across my breasts. The bulge underneath me grew and grew, throbbing up between my thighs. I squirmed back and forth, rubbing against Flannel involuntarily—not trying to break free, but to free the slutty needs I’d failed to hide inside. The room fell silent except for titters, murmurs, and heavy breathing. They looked at each other like they knew what was coming next. Liam dragged his thumb across my lips. I wanted him and all of them, one by one and all at once, stretched by every cock.
From a bookshelf, my phone vibrated out into the silence.
My eyes broke away from Liam’s, searching for my phone past the dozen men standing over me, each holding drinks and staring at the curves they’d exposed.
Softly, I said, “Um… I need to check my messages. Can you please let go?”
Big Flannel’s laugh boomed into my ear. He said, “Sure, kid.”
Green Eyes nodded and stepped back. His jeans looked tighter. The arms snaked around my thighs fell away, dropping my feet to the ground. I fixed my hair back and shared a few nods and awkward laughs with the guys, then picked up my phone.
Mrs. Lawson: I told David that the kisses and caresses don’t feel complete without you here, sweetheart. You’re like a daughter to me now… I want you to have some time with me and your “brother” David. (Is it weird for me to say it like that? I kind of like it. Maybe we can try it out in-person…)
Mrs. Lawson: I know you’re busy, but I snuck into David’s bed just to tell you:
Mrs. Lawson: We’re coming over to the dorm to de-stress you tomorrow night. No ifs, ands, or buts. Surprise!
Mrs. Lawson: xoxo -mommy
Guilt. Regret. Flattery. Love. I must have worn some of my feelings on my face, because Green Eyes looked at me with tender pity.
“I’ve got to go,” I told him. I fastened a shirt button, held my books under my arm, and hugged him goodbye. A dozen pairs of eyes followed me out the door.
Feeling the fire of lust inside me, I couldn’t resist the urge to share this adventure. It’s only getting hotter from here, and I’d love for you to join me on this wild ride. If you want to talk about the juicy details or share your fantasies, reach out to me here. Let’s explore together!