I was tied up with school work for the next few days, but before long Friday rolled around, and my dinner date with Mary Sue Henderson. We had decided to go to Rocco's Tacos. I waited for her in the dorm lobby, which connects the men's and women's towers. The elevator dinged, opened, and there she was, right on time at 5:30, wearing a blue fuzzy sweater and jeans. Her long blonde hair was in a ponytail and her fingernails were painted pink. She looked like an angel. I offered her my arm, and she took it.
"So what is this Rocco's Tacos place like?" she asked, as we walked toward campustown.
"I've never been there, but it's supposed to be an Italian twist on Mexican food. Sounds worth a shot!"
"I'm sure it's better than cafeteria food!" We both laughed.
Soon we were seated in a romantic booth at Rocco's, each holding a plastic-laminated menu. The centerpiece on the table was a Chianti bottle with a small sombrero on top of it.
I read off some of the options. "Italian sausage tacos. Pizza tacos. Pizza NACHOS. Pepperoni burrito. Fajita calzone...." I looked up at her. She was giggling, which made her dimples deepen. "What do you think?"
"They all sound good," she said. "Actually, I'm more interested in the company than the food." She smiled at me and my heart melted.
"Okay, then, let's go for the sampler platter and try a little of everything."
We ate, chatted, giggled, and had a great time. She occasionally touched my arm as she was speaking. After the food was gone, I asked if she would like some dessert, or maybe stop somewhere for a drink.
She looked into my eyes. "Actually, um, I'd rather go back to my room and, well, you know."
"Have sex?"
"Shhh!!!" Her eyes got wide, and she looked around the room nervously. "I'm sorry. I guess I can be a bit of a prude."
"A very sexy prude with a great body and a beautiful smile. Yes, let's go back to your room."
Half an hour later, we were back in her room. I reached for the hem of her sweater to lift it over her head. I really wanted to see those fabulous boobs of hers. But she grabbed my wrist and said, "Wait a minute." Then she turned off the light.
"Aww, Sweetheart; can't we do it with the lights on this time? You know how beautiful I think you are."
"I know, Patrick, but I'm just shy. How about this: we'll get naked, then I'll lie on my back. You get on top of me and put your thing into me. It will be wonderful!"
"That's exactly what we did last time!"
"Yes, and it was wonderful! Wasn't it?"
I gave up. "Yes, it was wonderful. Let's do it just like that."
She let me lift her sweater off over her head and unsnap her bra. I tried to imagine her beautiful boobs bouncing out into the fresh air. At least I had the pleasure of holding them and squeezing them. I bent down and tried to suck one nipple into my mouth, but she pulled away.
"Oh, Patrick; you're so silly. Come and get in bed with me."
Then she was on the bed, on her back, legs spread. I was hovering above. She grabbed my rigid cock, gave it a quick stroke, and started guiding it toward her pussy.
"Mary Sue, your hand feels so good on me. Can you stroke me for a little while before I put it in you?"
"Eww, Patrick, that's gross. It goes in here, in my... my sex."
I figured a blowjob was out of the question. So I let her guide my cock into her pussy. It felt just as wonderful as the first time. It felt exactly the same as the first time. I thrust into her; she gasped, and we worked up a nice, sexy rhythm. She reached a hand behind my neck and pulled me down for a deep soul kiss. At this point, my instincts pretty much took over, and I stopped thinking about how to make things kinkier. I was just enjoying the carnal pleasures of her flesh. Soon her breathing was ragged, and she began gasping and convulsing gently. When her orgasm was over, she again concentrated on stimulating me with her pussy, until I unloaded my cum deep within her. It was wonderful, even though it was a total rerun of our last encounter. But is that so bad?
Afterwards, we spooned for a while, and I felt my cock starting to get hard against her butt crack. I whispered into her ear, "Hey, do you want to do it again? It isn't a school night."
She squirmed a little in my arms. "That sounds tempting, Patrick. But I have a term paper due on Monday. I have to be at the library first thing in the morning."
"Sociology? Or anthropology? Or archeology?"
"Psychology."
Another ology! "Okay, Sweetheart. Let's go to sleep." Soon she was snoring in her cute little way. I lay awake for hours, wondering what the fuck was wrong with me that I wasn't satisfied sleeping with the most perfect girl in the entire school?
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Actually, I had schoolwork to do on Saturday, too, and spent most of the next day doing homework, reading assigned chapters, and filling in accounting spreadsheets. It was a good distraction from the Mary Sue dilemma. Stuart and I planned to have dinner in the dorm, then blow our beer budget for the week at the campustown bars. The dinner part at least went according to plan.
Stuart and I were at our usual table, each with a plate of "Saturday Night Hash," which is what we call the stew they make out of leftovers from the previous five days.
"So how was your date with Mary Sue? Do I get any details this time?"
"You know, Stuart, it's the damnedest thing. Dinner was nice. But when we got up to her room and got naked...."
"Yeah? Yeah?" Stuart's eyes lit up, waiting for juicy details.
"It was an exact rerun of the last night we spent together. Like it was a script or something."
"So? That's a problem? You have beer every night, and every beer is pretty much the same. You still enjoy it."
"Yeah, but sex isn't beer. Women aren't beer. Shouldn't they be something more?"
"Well what do you want?"
That was the question, though, wasn't it? I wasn't sure what I wanted. I furrowed my brow and thought hard. "All the time I was in bed with Mary Sue, I kept thinking about all the kinky, nasty things the Professor does with me, and wishing she could be more like that."
"So you prefer the old broad over beautiful young Mary Sue?"
"I didn't say that. Although I might have been thinking it. And even if I did, is that so wrong?"
Stuart put his fingertips together and gazed into space. "Patrick, my boy, the cock wants what the cock wants."
"'The cock wants what...,' Stuart, that's beautiful, man. That's deep. You are a genius."
"So I keep telling you."
Just then, my phone chirped. It was a text. I looked at it:
MINNOW. TONIGHT. YOUR SLUT.
"What is it?"
I showed him the text. He whistled. "A command performance! You gonna go?"
"Hell yes! I'm looking forward to it. I can't imagine what nasty humiliating sex game she has thought up for tonight."
"Does that mean I'm hitting the campustown bars by myself?"
"No, I'll come with you. She never gets to The Minnow until later, anyway."
We started discussing the pros and cons of the various campustown bars. Which had the best beer prices, which had the cutest girls, which had the best architecture for looking down blouses and up skirts. That sort of horny geek stuff.
Several minutes later, I caught sight of Mary Sue Henderson out of the corner of my eye. She was coming right towards us. She stopped at our table. She was wearing a fuzzy light green sweater, and her nails were still pink.
"Hi, Stuart! Hi Patrick! Patrick, I was wondering: would you like to come up to my room tonight and, well, you know? My suitemates are going to be gone all night."
This was the moment of truth. The moment I knew was coming. I was kind of curious to see what I would do. I took a deep breath. Then I stood up and took her hands in mine. "Mary Sue, you are beautiful and sweet and kind, and any man would be lucky to be with you. But I just don't think it is going to work out between us." I sure as hell hoped I wouldn't regret this. I also hoped I hadn't hurt her too much.
She looked a little surprised, but the smile never left her face. "Oh. That's fine. See you later Patrick! Bye, Stuart." And off she went with a spring in her step.
Stuart rolled his eyes. "I don't think you exactly broke her heart, dude."
I sat back down. "She can have any man she wants. She'll probably have a new boyfriend before the sun sets."
My phone chirped again. It was from the Professor. It said:
BRING YOUR FRIEND.
I showed it to Stuart. The blood drained from his face.
"Who, me?"
"You're the only friend she's ever seen me with. You up for it?"
"I don't know, man. She sounds like a freak!"
"She is. Don't worry. After making the rounds of the campustown bars, you will have plenty of liquid courage. It will be fun. Just don't call her ma'am."
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Stuart and I made the rounds of the usual campustown bars; frat bars like Brother's Inn, jock bars like Houndstooth, country bars like The Dixie Chicken, spending our week's worth of beer money and ogling beautiful women that we knew were way out of our league. We both had a nice buzz going on when we finally ended up at The Minnow. I had my hand on the door handle, but before I pulled it open, I looked at Stuart.
"You sure you're up for this?"
"My brain says no, but I've got enough beer in me to ignore it. Besides, I want some of that sexual confidence that you've been showing lately. So let's do it."
We walked in. Professor Milford was at her usual spot at the bar, engulfed in cigarette smoke, and with her usual glass of Pernod. When she saw us, she made a sign to the bartender. He quickly placed two drafts of beer in front of her.
"Hello Parker," she said as we walked up to her. "Have a seat, both of you."
"Uh, it's Patrick. This is my friend Stuart."
Stuart gulped nervously as she looked him up and down. Mostly down, at his groin. "Hello, Stuart. How long has it been since you've had an orgasm?"
"Ummm, a few days, I guess."
"Good enough. You see, I've been a really, really nasty slut lately, even worse than usual. I need to get really covered in cum tonight. Lots and lots of cum. That's why I need the two of you. I'm going to edge both of you to coax out the biggest loads possible. Is that alright with you?"
Stuart gulped again. "Yes, ma'am." I jabbed him with my elbow. "I mean, yes, Professor."
She stood up. "Okay, finish up your beers. Let's go."
Ten minutes later, we were standing in Professor Milford's living room. I quickly shed my clothes while she was doing the same. Stuart was looking around, open mouthed. "Dude, get your clothes off!" I hissed at him. He snapped out of his daze and started stripping.
Soon we were both standing on the hardwood floor, naked. The Professor arranged us facing each other, about a foot and a half apart. She was kneeling on a pillow slightly off to the side. Both of our cocks were within easy reach for her. Her black librarian glasses and her red fingernails were as sexy as ever. Her eyes were full of lust. Her nipples were rock hard. She was really enjoying this.