“Looking good?” asked Emma.
“Yes, hosiery is up 33% on this time last year.”
“Hmmm… you’re a genius baby.”
“Thank you Emma,” said Danielle, stroking her friend’s hand as her fingers brushed the side of her neck.
“I was thinking Danielle…”
Danielle looked up at her sexy assistant. “Come and sit on my desk and tell me…”
Emma walked round and perched herself on Danielle’s polished wooden desk. She crossed her legs, revealing her black stocking tops. Danielle licked her lips and sat back.
“It just occurred to me, as I passed the college the other day. We should do knee-high socks.”
“I’m listening,” said Danielle. "Go on.”
“Well, we have this beautiful range of hold ups. But they’re for the twenty something girl.”
“And you think we should be looking at the younger market?” said Danielle, licking the end of her pencil.
“Yes, well eighteen year olds at least.”
“Of course.”
“What colours?” asked Danielle.
“Black and white.”
“And pink,” added Danielle.
“Pink knee socks?”
“Yes. How often do you see girls with pink, knee-high socks?”
Emma smiled. “You don’t. Well, hardly.”
“Exactly.”
“So, what’s your plan to market them?” asked Emma.
“I think we should take the direct approach,” said Danielle.
“What’s the direct approach, in this context?”
“We hit our target audience in the market place.”
“But baby... our market place is second year college girls.”
“Exactly!”
“Danielle?”
“It’s simple Emma. We’re going back to college!”
“Oh baby!”
“I know!”
Danielle propped her legs on her desk and looked into Emma’s eyes. Danielle was wearing her skimpiest white panties and Emma had a perfect view of the gusset.
“I have this sweet little itch,” said Danielle, sexily. “I wonder if you’d be kind enough to scratch it for me.”
Emma uncrossed her legs and stretched her right leg downwards. The tip of her long, shiny heel was perfectly positioned and brushed the seat of Danielle’s panties. Emma gazed down at Danielle’s bum cheeks, which were squashed against her chair, half covered by her panties. She continued to brush her foot against Danielle’s underwear, slowly drawing her foot up.
“Hmmm… nearly there Emma, a little higher.”
“How’s that baby?”
Emma’s heel formed a groove in Danielle’s panties as it slid along the length of her labia.
“Deeper.”
Emma flexed her toes upwards, driving her heel deeper, at the same time making a furrow in Danielle’s crotch.
“Ooh yes! Aaaah Emma, that’s beautiful!”
“Do you like that baby?”
“Hmmm…”
Danielle’s white panties were becoming wetter and wetter as Emma’s heel rubbed against her pussy. Danielle’s pussy lips were becoming inflamed, filling with her arousal.
“Oooooh that feels so good Emma!”
“Always happy to please Danielle.”
“I'll let you finish me off later.”
“So about this college idea?”
Danielle looked up, her pupils wide. “We’ll just mingle.”
“Mingle?”
“You know,” said Danielle. “Blend in.”
“In pink knee-high socks?”
“I’ll do my hair in bunches. I look five years younger like that.”
“How about me?” Asked Emma. “I’m twenty-four.”
“It’s only a year baby.”
“But still, what shall we wear?”
“Well, they don’t have a strict uniform. What goes with pink?”
“White?” suggested Emma.
“Right. White hockey skirts. You should do your hair in a pony tail.”
“Okay. And maybe glasses?”
“Oh yes Emma! Specs would suit you perfectly!”
“Thank you.”
“So, I’ll get the factory to run up two pairs of pink knee-high socks tomorrow and we’ll start… Monday?”
“Monday it is, Danielle.”
Danielle stood up and slipped her hand up Emma’s skirt, stroking her thigh above her stocking top.
“You’re a genius Danielle.”
“It’s was your idea, sort of.”
“I know, but the college thing,” said Emma.
“Well, I know…” said Danielle, feigning modesty.
Emma kissed her on the lips. Their soft smooch quickly became a deep French kiss. Emma put her arms around her boss and slipped her hands down, cupping her bum.
“This is going to be fun,” said Emma.
“I know. Oh by the way…” said Danielle.
“Yes?”
“The college have a strict, no knickers policy.”
“Do they?” said Emma, with surprise.
“They do now.”
A broad cheeky smile spread across Emma’s face and she kissed Danielle again.
----------------------------------------------
A few days later Danielle and Emma parked a few streets down from the local college and walked the last few hundred yards. Guys were making their way to work and quite a few slowed down to get a good look. Pink knee-high socks; it wasn’t something you saw every day, especially on two girls that hot. Danielle was ultra cute and yet smoking hot with her blonde pigtails and short, white skirt. Emma was a perfect slut, in her slightly tinted spectacles and tight black blouse. Being that bit taller her bum cheeks weren’t quite covered and her hips swayed as she walked.
Most of the girls from the college were lingering around the steps up to the foyer or were already gathered around their lockers exchanging the latest gossip. Heads turned as Danielle and Emma entered through the main gates.
“Just act natural,” said Danielle.
“Ah it’s bringing back all the memories,” said Emma.
“Hey!” said Danielle, as she approached a huddle of eighteen year olds, who were hanging out by the science block.
“Hey! Nice hosiery!”
“Ah thanks,” said Danielle.
Emma looked at the girls over her spectacles and smiled, chewing gum nonchalantly.
“Who’s that?” asked one of the girls to her chum.
“I don’t know,” said the other girl. “Never seen them before.”
The two impostors made their way through the college and received a few surprised glances and a totally inappropriate double take from one of the younger male tutors. Danielle returned his gaze, blowing him a kiss.
“Say, these lockers look free,” said Danielle, pointing to a couple whose doors were swung open.
“Okay,” said Emma. "I’ll put my stuff in here. What do we do now?”
“I don’t know, we’ll just have to wing it,” said Danielle.
Girls were filing this way and that, making their way to first tutorials. Danielle stopped a tall blonde girl and asked for directions.
“Excuse me. We’re sort of new and still finding our bearings. Which way is biology?”
“It’s down there and then right, second door.”
“Okay, thanks.”
“Come on, you don’t mind a spot of osmosis, do you?” said Danielle, turning to Emma.
Danielle and Emma slipped into the class and found two spare seats at the back. They looked the part, as most girls were wearing shorts skirts or hot pants. However, Danielle and Emma were the only ones with pink, knee-high socks and certainly the only girls with no knickers.
“Good morning,” said the smart male tutor.
His gaze immediately fell upon the two new girls at the back.
“Excuse me, I don’t think you’re in the right class?”
“Sure we are. We got moved from another college.” Said Danielle coolly.
“Oh, it’s not in my notes. Anyway, I’m Mr Beech. Welcome to biology. And your names are?
“Danielle,” said Danielle.
“Emma,” said Emma.
Danielle crossed and then uncrossed her legs as she spoke, giving Mr Beech a tantalizing glimpse of her sexy thighs. Mr Beech was twenty-five and had won the respect of his students with his wit and the fact that he was quite dishy and cute.
“Ahem… Okay.”
A few of the girls looked round at the two newbies. They looked so cool and yet so hot in their pink socks and white hockey skirts.
“Oh… Emma, I must ask you to get rid of your gum, it’s not allowed,” said the tutor.
“Okay, that’s cool. Emma stood up and made her way to the front of the class, looking at Mr Beech all the time. She wound a piece of the gum around her index finger and then rolled it into a ball. She dropped it in the bin and smiled at then man before straightening her socks. Then she walked slowly back to her seat, working her hips. Her bum twitched teasingly with every step.
“Thank you,” said the tutor, with a gulp.
He had done well keeping his natural male urges at bay. It was tough steering a line when you had eighteen year olds in your care. Something about Emma and Danielle was giving him unclean thoughts. They were just so sexy. Too sexy.
“Okay, so in the last tutorial we saw how early invertebrates practised both sexual and asexual reproduction.”
“Sexual every time,” said Danielle, quietly.
“As evolution progressed the hominids arose, including our ancestors, like Homo Erectus.”
Emma and Danielle sniggered.
“Can someone tell me what Homo Erectus means?” asked Mr Beech.
“Erection man?” Offered Danielle.
The class broke out into a fit of giggles.
“Nooo… no, thank you Danielle.