Now, this was what I was hoping my weekend would end up like. I heard Tami say, “Lift your butt.”
I did and she pulled down my jeans and boxers. Then they had me lift my feet off the floor so she could get them off of me. Next, I felt her slide something on. They had tricked me. I now had the red silk thong three-quarters of the way up my thighs. I guess I could have stopped them, but I was enjoying making out with Missy.
“Lift your butt,” Tami ordered.
“Missy, help me get his shirt off.”
They had me sit up and they pulled it over my head. Tami had one of the stretchy shirts ready to put on me. I just grabbed it and stood up. They both got a good view of my butt. I turned and looked at Missy, and she was taking in the scenery while she bit her bottom lip. I pulled the shirt on, grabbed my fancy pants out of my bag, and put them on.
“You happy now?” I asked them.
They both nodded.
“Tell me what’s going to happen.”
“I want you to be your charming self. Most of these girls have been in one boarding school or another since preschool. Granted, Wesleyan is coed, but they’re watched like hawks. So they have very little experience dealing with boys.”
“Come on, Jennie was no shrinking violet. They all can’t be that way.”
“You’re talking about girls who have a lot of money and don’t think the rules apply to them. That means you’ll have some that are the other extreme,” Missy told me. “My guess is that most of them have crushes on you. You’re the bad boy that does sexy stuff on the webcam. They secretly want you to ravish them but are scared that you might.”
Girls made no sense. They wanted me to be naughty but were afraid that I would be. I guess two could play that game. I promise I’ll only put the head in. I won’t unload in your mouth. I would only go halfway until it was all the way. I think the other one is the check is in the mail.
“You want me to flirt with them, but no orgy in the common room.”
“Don’t you even think about something like that,” Tami warned me.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“How did you get him so well trained?” Missy asked.
“Oh, believe me, he’s nowhere near trained. He’s just pulling my chain and making me think he’ll do whatever I tell him.”
One of Tami’s roommates knocked on the door and said, “It’s time.”
Tami’s suite was at the end of the hall. The common room was in the center. I could hear the chatter of a roomful of girls. Missy hurried down the hall, and I heard an excited, “He’s coming!”
Tami gave me a reassuring smile. I could tell she was excited. I suddenly found I was nervous. It was one thing to goof off on a webcam; it was something else entirely to do it live and in person. I stopped and took a deep breath. Tami reached out and squeezed my hand. I was ready.
I walked into the room to see almost twenty girls suddenly go quiet. I gave them my best smile.
“Don’t worry girls, I do bite.”
Tami whacked me and they giggled. I started on the right and began meeting all the girls. I admit it, I flirted like crazy. I did the whole gambit of taking their hand and caressing their elbow; getting into their personal space, leaning in, and whispering something that they felt was just for them.
I was three-quarters of the way through the room when I met my match. Her name was Harper, and she had long silky black hair that went halfway to her butt. I’d guess that she was about five-eight. There was just something about her. I think it was her long elegant neck.
Every once in a while, you meet someone and you have an instant reaction. A good example for me was Lisa Felton. She’s not the sexiest or best-looking girl in school, and I don’t really like her. What I would like to do is have sex with her. There’s just something about her that gets me excited.
Similarly, there are also people that you can just tell that you won’t like. If you’re really lucky, you find your soul mate. With Harper, I knew I liked her. I just knew. Well, it took me a moment to realize it.
She didn’t wait for me to introduce myself. She’d watched me meet twelve other girls, so she turned the tables on me. She stepped up into my personal space and took my hand.
“Hi, I’m Harper,” said a sexy voice.
I made an involuntary step back. She wasn’t having any of it. She followed me into the center of the room. She let her other hand touch my chest.
“I have so been looking forward to meeting you in person,” she said as she reached up and fixed my hair.
She took the opportunity to caress my ear before she let her hand settle on my shoulder. She got on her tiptoes and whispered, “You’ve been a bad boy. You’ve been flirting with all these other girls. I might have to take a firm hand with you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
Up to this point, I’d been on the defensive. Now it was game on. Tami might have to pull me off of her.
“I don’t know about flirting, I’m just a friendly guy. I like to be friends with all kinds of girls. You wouldn’t have a problem with that, would you?”
She ignored me. She was now running her fingernails down my arm.
“I hear that you’ve created a cream to help women enlarge their breasts. Did you know I have discovered something that’ll help a guy increase the size of his manhood? Do you want me to tell you about it?”
“Mhmm.”
“I call it ‘the Velvet Glove.’ You insert your member into it and it gently massages, pulls and stretches it. The key is the natural oils that are applied to make the member slick and rigid.”
“Nice try, Harper, but I’m calling bullshit! That glove nonsense sounds like something you read in Playgirl. I may be young, but I wasn’t born yesterday. We need to talk, young lady.”
I grabbed her hand and tried to drag her out of the room. I quickly found the downside to a thong. If you get hard, it pulls the string up your crack. She pulled me to a stop and put her hands in the air.
“Ladies, he’s all yours.”
There was a chorus of moans and boos. Tami tried to keep a straight face. Then it hit me. They apparently had some bet that turned the tables on me. My respect for Harper went up about tenfold. She had almost pulled one over on me. I went up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. I wanted her to feel what she’d done to me. She squeaked and jumped away, wagging her finger at me.
I made it around to the other girls and met them. I noticed that there didn’t seem to be any cliques in this group. You get eighteen girls living together and there are bound to be groups that have more in common with others. They just seemed to all get along, and you would see them mixing from conversation to conversation.
For lunch, I figured we’d have pizza or subs. I was completely surprised when they had a caterer serve a full sit-down meal, although it was slanted to ‘girl food’: we had a big salad, then a skinless chicken breast with steamed broccoli and wild rice. Dessert was a lemon sorbet. It was very good.
After lunch, I got Harper alone.
“Hey, Tami wants to give me a tour of the campus. Would you like to go with us?”
“I have a boyfriend. He wouldn’t appreciate me hanging out with you. He’s heard too many stories.”
“No problem, I just wanted to get to know you better. No strings attached.”
“I hear you. Tami tells me that you’re one of the few guys that can be friends with a girl and not have to get into her panties. My guy just isn’t wired like that, and I don’t want to give him any reason to doubt me.”
“Fair enough, so let’s change the subject. I have a problem that I was hoping you could help me with.”
“Sure, what can I do?”
“I have a small penis.”
She barked out a laugh.
“I get to call bullshit on that one. Next, you’ll be telling me that I have small breasts and you can help me.”
“I’m not sure if I can. I would be willing to give you a consultation. It only takes a couple of hours and I’ve been told that it produces amazing results.”