There’s A First For Everything…

As I sit in class with the sixty or so other students, the lecture fades away. There’s just Dr. Smith as he lays out the scenario to teach us about social inequality. He comes closer to my desk and his passionate blue eyes fall on me.Couldn’t he just lean a little closer, drop that pen he always uses to teach with, that he clicks to make a point, and then get on his knees right in front of me? I bet the stubble on his sharp jaw would feel great against my calf.Then he’d just happen to notice that I don’t have anything on under my skirt. He’d have the class do something, then stroke up my legs, kiss and lick up my thighs, hold me in place, and tell me to be quiet so he can give me a ‘private lesson’.Just like any other day in class, he’d be completely in control while I’d be struggling to stay quiet and fighting my blush so no one notices anything is a miss as he slowly licks and kisses up to my pussy, I squeeze my legs together tightly and try to focus on my notes.Getting distracted by another fantasy about Dr. Smith isn’t going to help me get my degree, even if I think it’s a better way to spend class time, study time, and those nights where my roommate is with her boyfriend.His eyes flick to me and I answer his question, “It’s the institutionalized racism that sets the groundwork for such practices and methods of thinking to continue without change. It’s easier to change minds than to dismantle an entire set of laws, communities, and address the history they’re founded on.”“Very good, Celina,” he appraises with a smile.My own answers right away and I dip my head to try to keep it focused through the rest of class.Just thirty minutes left and I’ll be free of the torture of watching Dr. Smith, trying to focus, and fighting the growing lust that keeps filling me.I reach for my cross necklace, trying to pull myself back into place. What would my mother think of me getting distracted by an older man after getting home from a mission trip!She always says I’m the best daughter she could ask for. She tells her friends I have a good head on my shoulder, that I’m going to do great things in the world someday, and that I’m living just like a good Mormon girl should.I always took that as a compliment… until I realized I’m one of the only virgins in my dorm. I’m definitely the oldest virgin in the dorm. Twenty years old and I’m the only one who’s never had sex.The thought makes me blush.A part of me just wants to get it over with. I’ve heard it’s painful the first time, but after that, it’s magical and wonderful.Tugging on the cross again and feeling the chain bite into the back of my neck banishes the thought.It’s a miracle I make it through class without embarrassing myself by answering a question wrong or voicing exactly what I’m thinking. Of course, Dr. Smith asks me to ‘hang back’ after class.When the others leave he hands me something. I stare at the paper. “You want me to be your teacher’s assistant this year?”“You know what you’re doing in every sociology class, Celina. Anadolu Yakası Escort I know you said you want to be a social worker and that’s great, but I want you to be a teacher’s assistant for me so you can see all the options. You could go into law and really defend people. You could teach, you could be a researcher, and become one of the people I teach about. Plus, being a teacher’s assistant looks great on resumes,” he winks at me.That one little move and the smile he gives me has me wetter than porn. I force the best and most innocent smile I can when I agree. I wave to him, “Have a good weekend!” “You too, Celina! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he calls.I hear him chuckle and catch something I shouldn’t hear as it echoes down the hall, “That means you can pretty much do anything.”I blush again and quickly head across campus to my dorm. I get back to the dorm and flop on the lower bunk bed. Less than ten minutes later, my roommate, Millie comes in. She sits with me on my bed.“Happy first week of classes,” she says softly.“You too,” I sigh.“Still thinking about some guy you met in … where did you go again?” She nudges my leg.“I went to the Dominican Republic. I met plenty of people, but no guy,” I admit, playing with my necklace again. “I just didn’t want to go another year as the reigning champ of those icebreaker games.”“Aww, innocent little Celina being good for her parents,” Millie teases. “Come on. You’re twenty. You’re a whole adult! When are you going to start living the life you want instead of the one your mother has all laid out for you?”“She has connections,” I grumble.“To be a social worker? I’m pretty sure as long as you have a degree and you’re willing to show up they’ll take you. They’re so backlogged and overworked,” Millie huffs. “Anyway, working crazy hours and stressing about bills is right around the corner. Don’t you want to have some fun before then?”“I have …” I can’t make myself say fun.Going on Mission trips used to be fun. I got to work hard, I got to help people. I got to travel. I didn’t always ‘share the word of god’ because I wanted to learn everything about the people who were already there.Lately, though, I feel like there’s some leash on me that keeps getting tighter. My mom has been promising surprise visits, she’s told me she’s found some nice boys that might be an option for me someday. She’s planning out every bit of my life and my control just keeps slipping away.“Celina?” Millie nudges me.“I’ve never been to a frat party, you know?”“Oh, I know. And if you would have told me that you had, I wouldn’t have believed you,” she laughs.“We should change that,” I mumble.“Oh. My. God. I thought you’d never ask!” Millie squeals as she jumps up. She runs right to her closet and starts pulling things out. “You’re going to be such a fun barbie to play with. No more long skirts and flowy tops that hide your curves.”“You haven’t seen my curves!”“Honey, when you get back from the Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan shower you clutch your towel so tightly that I get jealous of that hourglass figure. Now we just have to dress you properly and you’re going to be all the guys can think of.”“Millie, don’t go crazy. There can’t be any pictures that tag me, there can’t be anything that my mom will see and-”“You’re being a normal college girl for once in your life! I’m so excited that I’m not going to let anything ruin it. If you like one party, then we’ll be able to go to more, and trust me, I want you there.”I laugh and she goes over the rules with me while making me try on a ton of different outfits. From skin-tight jeans that won’t button with my hips to skirts that are truly sinful. She finally hides me from the mirror with a bright smile while doing my makeup and hair.I’m stuffed in some little pink dress that feels amazing on my skin and at least covers my butt. It shows some cleavage, holds to my body until my hips, then flairs out just enough that I feel like I actually have clothes on.“What’s the top three rules, Celina?” She asks after coating my lips with something.“Don’t take drinks from anyone if they’re already open. Don’t go into a room with a bunch of guys alone. Always make sure I can see you,” I repeat.“That’s right. We’re going to the frats together, so we’re leaving together,” she says seriously.“You’re starting to scare me. It sounds dangerous,” I grumble.“Frat guys can be like starved animals and tonight you look like a perfect steak. They’re going to want to drag you back to their rooms and fuck you until you can’t stand it anymore. Trust me, that’s no way to lose your virginity,” She points mascara at me. “Now, try to keep your eyes still.”While she keeps working on my face and hair I think of that image. Multiple men fighting over me, wanting me, trying to claim me, and using every hole they can get. Even my back hole which I’ve seen in porn and … honestly, I enjoyed myself after taking off my cross and hoping God wouldn’t judge.That doesn’t sound terrible. Being wanted that badly that men are willing to share, being craved and taught so much in one night. Being offered everything…“You got quiet. Are you still going to go with me?” she asks.“Yes! I’m going. Trust me. I want to be there,” I assure with a smile.“You look like you’re going to be naughty. If that’s what you want, just tell me before you disappear into a room. I can vet the guys for you,” she says.“How?”“I’ve slept with some and my brother is at the frat we’re going to. He knows the guys who understand the word ‘no’ and he’ll make sure we stay safe. The guys already know that if they so much as insult me, Eric will kick their asses to the moon and then they’ll get to explain why they can’t have sex for a week or two,” she laughs darkly.Finally, Millie lets me see my reflection.I feel brand new. I look like myself, only upgraded and I had no idea I was anything Escort Anadolu Yakası like this. I bounce a little and she hands me cut flats. “I’d say heels, but those take practice and we might be on our feet for hours, so we’re not doing that.”“Next time,” I agree.“I like the idea of next time, especially since you’re already so gung-ho about it!” She bounces while taking my hand.We walk to the frat houses and head to the largest one that has a crowd of people eagerly standing around. It’s barely dark out and already people are openly drinking on campus. There’s some odd-smelling smoke too.Millie rolls her eyes. “If someone offers you something to smoke, definitely say no.”“No need to worry about that,” I assure, wrinkling my nose.We head inside, using the door to the first floor where there’s two wide open sections. People are playing beer-pong, other games, and dancing. Millie mixes a drink, tells no less than three guys to fuck off, then hands me the red-solo cup.“Sip that. I mix strong drinks,” she warns.“Who’s your gorgeous friend, Mills?” A tall boy asks. He looks familiar but I can’t remember him.I take a full drink of what Millie made and sputter. She laughs. “I told you, Celina. Go slow.” She turns to the guy. “Ryan, you know my roommate.”“Holy shit. Look at you. Came out of the bible and looking good,” he drinks me in.Millie elbows him. “Are you still my boyfriend or are you shopping around?”“All yours, beautiful. You did a great job.” He kisses her neck and murmurs more compliments in her ear until she’s giggling and more than happy to kiss him.“Really, Mills? In the kitchen? Take it up to Ryan’s room,” Eric, her older brother orders. I’ve met him more than her boyfriend and had a little too much eagerness to come today since finding out he and his girlfriend broke up. Eric is as gorgeous as Millie, plus he’s essentially a full wall of muscle.He’s the kind of guy a girl can only dream about with deep green eyes, tan skin, wild surfer-boy hair and enough meat on his frame to make any girl want to swoon just so he’d catch them in his arms.He looks me over slowly as he takes a long drink from a bottle of beer. “Well, you look nice, Celina.”“Thanks, it’s all Millie,” I mumble, feeling out of place now that Millie is actively making out with her boyfriend and lost to the rest of the world.Eric rounds the counter between us. “It’s not all Millie.”He offers me his hand and leads me to the dance floor. I stand on my toes as I notice how everyone else is dancing. I press myself against his chest after stumbling to try and reach his ear.“I don’t know how to dance like this.”“I’ll teach you,” he promises.He turns me around. “Take two big drinks.”I do that, hissing as the alcohol hits my tongue. After my third drink, he steals my cup from me and takes a drink for himself. Eric guides me back until my butt is cradled by his hips. “Just move with me, Celina. Let me guide it and stay pressed to me like glue.”I do what he says. It’s easier to let go than I figured it would be. Eric dances with me, rubs my hips until I feel all gooey inside, and controls my drinking so I’m never more than buzzed. I can appreciate the fun without worrying, but I’m not tripping over myself like some other girls.Another guy comes up and dances in front of me. Eric chuckles and puts my hand on the other guy’s shoulder.