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He chased her across the quad, her skirts flying, her laughter soaring. She looked back and sprightly jumped away from his grasping hand, her hair whipping around her face obscuring her view. Then she tripped and landed with her skirt up around her waist, her gentle charms at once thrust into view.
He tumbled down beside her and pulled her into him. She wrapped herself up in his arms. He dropped his lips down on hers and she kissed him, then again, then once more. He ran his hands up her legs to her thighs then to the inside of her open dress. Soon his hand was at her sexual nexus.
*******
“In the middle of the damn quad,” the woman in the office remarked to no one.
The office was large and nicely decorated, large framed parchments and photos everywhere on the walls. It suggested that a person of distinction and intelligence, someone with discerning tastes, a person well educated occupied this space. It was summer on campus at SEXI, and usually, the campus was deserted now.
Veronica D. Xavier looked out the window onto the quad, watching the tete-a-tete below. The coed suddenly dashing away from her young man, maybe not so young, continuing ed? She watched the brunette trip herself up and fall into the soft grass near the small stand of bushes. Then her lover was down at her side and they were rolling and kissing, and now he was undressing her.
Seriously, right now, on my quad? she thought.
A pair of binoculars rested on the windowsill and she snatched them up. There were many birds in the neighborhood that lived in the college’s forest arboretum and Veronica was an avid birder. Her nighthawk binoculars held a stable field of view for birds in flight. It was great for birds on the ground, too.
Veronica had held more than a few positions at the college. She’d been named to the Board of Regents her sophomore year. But that was because her mother was President of the Board of Regents. She’d had to intern in the college president’s office for her junior and senior years. That was in grandpa’s will; all his namesakes and their heirs on coming to the college would be expected to work for the college.
This was the Sandford E Xavier Institute and damn it, traditions would be held! She remembered her mother always saying. Mother.
She took the binoculars to her eyes,scanned the quad and found the couple trying to hide by the bushes. My god, he was all over the brunette. Oh, she was already naked. And oh she’s lovely, yes she is, and he’s a hunk. He was all over her breasts. Veronica peered at them across the distance. He rested his head on the swell of her chest. The brunette had a damn cute body, nice curves, and pert, perky boobs.
Veronica scolded herself. You said you didn’t buy these to peep on the damn students and yet here you are again. But then somebody has to watch to make sure that they don’t hurt each other. So Veronica watched through her binoculars, and kept the coeds on campus from suffering for making ill informed decisions.
Down in the green grass the lusty lovers were having their way with each other. The coed held her man where she wanted him, right between her thighs.
Veronica could see more of her face now, she seemed familiar. Then the man was all over her, kissing her and bathing her face with his soft tender lips. He slid his hips further in to her open legs, and Veronica pulled the binoculars away.
They’re going to do it right there, they’ve got to know that the admin building is right over their shoulder but they’re so horny they’ve got to do it right there and right now! Veronica turned away from the window when a thought popped into her head. She suddenly knew where she’d seen that student. Damn, damn, damn.
She put the binoculars back to her eyes and scanned the quad again. Her birding instincts pulled her straight back to where the couple lay. And he was at her; oh he was just right on that sweet hot pussy, riding it, rocking it, oh man that man knew what he was doing. That man, that son of a bitch. That’s the handyman. And with her. Oh, hell is going to be paid. Yes, it goddamn is.
The man was working his hips and thighs and his perfect ass into a frenzy on the coeds honey pot. His rhythm seemed so right on time with the brunette; meeting his thrusts, right back up, making sure to get everything she had coming.
They worked in unison; a beautiful sexual choreography, silent to Veronica though she could hear them in her head.
Panting, gasping for air, gulping it. Moaning, groaning with agonized pleasure as her pussy climaxes in a titanic orgasm.
Again Veronica puts aside the binoculars then steps over to her large desk. With a few keystrokes she directs a closed circuit cam to the spot where the couple lay and hits record. Then she picks up her phone.
“Alicia, I haven’t gotten the itinerary for the Regents Ball next week, do you have that yet?” she asks her secretary.
“And see if you can get the Assistant Dean of Admissions to e-phone me. Someone needs to explain to me how my niece got on campus and I never heard of it.”
********
Danny rolled over and looked up at the Admin Building behind them.
“Wouldn’t it be funny if there were still somebody up there working during the summer break?” Danny wondered. Then a little gray cloud shadowed his thoughts and it looked like there was a dark form in a window.
“Here,” he said, handing Tricia her dress. “We’re in the middle of the quad, put this on and lets get out of here.”
“We just fucked in the middle of Sanford E Xavier’s quad, Danny,” she said. Tricia had seen the dark form in the window, and knew what office they were looking at. “And you know what? I feel like I own the place now.”
Danny laughed and pulled his jeans up. “Yeah, I guess none of the classroom or dorm buildings could see us behind those bushes, but anyone in admin who looked out the window,” he pointed at the building behind. There was no dark form in any window now.
“The Admin Building always closes for the four days before each summer. Nobody but really hardcore office wonks would be in there and not this late in the day,” Tricia assured Danny. But the window where they’d both seen the dark shadowy form was an office that Tricia had been to before, a long time ago.
“Come on, lets get out of here,” she said. “I’m hungry, what do we have for carry-out leftover night?”
“Pretty sure there’s still plenty of Kung Pao chicken and rice.” Danny knew what office was on the other side of that window as well. He’d been called up to fix a wooden desk chair in that office.
***********
The face of Melanie Wilks flickered onto Veronica’s computer screen.
“Veronica, I guess you’re still in the office. It’s lucky you caught me, I was done for the day and just about to walk out the door,” the pretty redhead said, her voice coming over the computer speakers.
“Yes, lucky for me. Lucky that we met each other so long ago, right Melanie? Lucky how we always made things work, lifted each other up, comforted and consoled each other,” Veronica went on.
There was something wrong, Melanie knew, and she knew she was in trouble for it. She instinctively reached for her middle desk drawer. Then she rolled her desk chair back to make room for what came next.
“I can see in your face that there’s something wrong. What is it?” she asked her friend the Dean of S.E.X.I.
Veronica looked down and saw the small digital controller device on her desk, pink like the appliance it triggered. The Dean looked at Melanie on her computer screen, and though the Assistant Dean of Admissions office was across the quad, the remote had a range of effectiveness out to half a mile.
“I need you to go in your middle desk drawer and take your little buzzer out. Then I want you to strip out of your skirt and panties and, well, I think you know what I want, don’t you?” Veronica’s smile was wicked.
Melanie knew well what her friend wanted. The remote vibrator had started as a gag gift, she’d gotten her first one from Veronica when they were juniors at the college sharing a dorm room. Several models later the tech was better, response time from the remote to the vibe was faster.
She opened up the lid of the small box where it sat on the desk. Then she turned on her desk lamp and stood up. She knew the lamp lit her well enough so that anyone looking at her window could see her standing there.
Across the quad, Veronica picked up her binoculars.
“Hello my lovely, the new lamp lights you so well, and oh, you still have your skirt on?”
“Thought you’d want to watch me strip it off in the window, like you’ve made me do before,” the Assistant Dean replied.
“Only when you fuck up Melanie, only when you fuck up.”
"And what did I do this time, Veronica?" she thought as she unzipped, then stepped out of her skirt. Her sexy, long legs were bare and she started to kick off her shoes then thought of something. She grabbed the footstool she kept for reaching the higher bookshelves and put it in front of the window. Then she stepped up on it, elevating herself so that more of her naked bottom half was in view.
“Oh, that’s nice, dear. What did you do, get taller?” Veronica asked.
“Made the viewing a little easier for you.”
“Yes and the skype view of the back is exquisite,” the college Dean responded. Veronica had to put down the binoculars to look back at her computer screen. The red-heads tight, naked ass, and shapely hips were lovely to behold.
Standing in a window brightly lit in plain view of anyone on the campus quad, Melanie reached for the waistband of her lacy panty. With a quick tug she had it down to her knees, her pussy out in the limelight.
“Nice,” Veronica complimented her.
The panty fell to the top of her shoes, catching briefly on the strap. Then Melanie kicked it free, sending it under her desk.
“Now step off your pretty perch and put your pussy in front of the computer screen. I want to watch you while you put it in,” Veronica ordered Melanie.
In all their secret doings and tete-a-tetes that had been Veronica’s tagline. ‘I want to watch you while you put it in.’ The first time she’d gone down on a boy at a frat party there was Veronica whispering to her while she watched. The first time she’d been given a vibe, there was her college roomie on the bed next to her watching.
Melanie briefly thought back to that little moment in their history at S.E.X.I. Veronica had picked up a present for her, it was homecoming week and all the fraternities were having parties. She remembered the little egg with its small hard rubber casing and two-inch long antenna. The antenna had to be outside her vajayjay to receive the signal from the remote which Veronica had kept with her. When Melanie had tried to put on a lacy panty the antenna ripped the lace tearing a big gap where her pussy showed through.
Then Veronica saying, I’ll start with one, her thumb pressed a button.
Melanie wanted to replace the torn panty then the egg started a buzzing in her pussy, waking up the nerves. Sending shock wave of erotic pleasure bolting through her body. .
She remembered the look in Veronica’s eyes that day, she’d see it many times again when Veronica decided to play vibe games with her. It was the look Veronica now had, staring back at the view of Melanie’s smooth, shaved pussy. Melanie returned from her memories and picked up the pink toy on the desk. She knew it was ready; she checked the batteries often. She knew her pussy was well primed, she’d been flushed and wet since she’d stripped off her panty in the window.
Knowing what Veronica was seeing on her screen, the Assistant Dean used her free hand to pull her pussy lips open. A tiny bit of sex juice glistened between the folds of her lips, bright against the fleshy pink. She pushed the shaped vibe in quickly and felt it click on immediately.
Veronica hadn’t bothered with a warm up. This was at least a three that was immediately pulsing along her pussy pathways.
Melanie’s knees buckled, she kicked her legs open to stop her fall, now spreadeagled and nakedly displayed on Veronica’s screen. The college Dean smiled and quietly laughed in her office across the quad.
“What happened? Uhm, Veroni.. ca. Uhm. Did you just want to play with me? Or did I really do something wrong?” Melanie’s legs were shaking, arcs of pleasure surged from her pussy lips deep into her.
“Oh, my god, oh god. I mean I love that you love me this way,” Melanie confessed.
“Do you remember me asking you to start an admissions search for enrolling students, to flag applicants that have an ‘X” in their name?” the Dean asked her Assistant Dean.
“Wait, what? That’s uh. Yeah, you wanted me to look for any Xavier’s,” Melanie managed to respond as her pussy was wracked with another volley of erotic spasms. She had to sit down though her coochie was wet and running with her juices.
“It worked, but a bit too well. Too many people of Asian and Hispanic backgrounds cluttered up the data.” She arched back in the chair as the vibe pushed her into an orgasm. “One,” the redhead said.
“You remembered to count your climaxes. I love that,” Veronica cooed. “So, did you finally discover who else had enrolled, without your office informing me?” The Dean pressed the remote again.
The vibe in Melanie’s pussy was rampaging, jolts of pleasure were ripping her up inside.
"Two, uh three, uh, oh God, Veronica!” Sometimes she thought her friend, the Dean, had a bit of nastiness to her naughtiness. Veronica was a sexual dynamo, the two had tasted each other’s desires and tried out their fantasies together all throughout their long friendship.
Yes, Melanie, call me your god. I’ve made you into my other self, the submissive that I had locked up long ago. And you let me have you any way I wanted, just like here and now. Veronica paused and turned the vibe down to a one setting.
Melanie relaxed somewhat, she was still hot and bothered, and there was now a wet spot on her desk chair cushion. On the screen in front of her, Veronica was smiling at her benevolently.
“I just had the strangest memory flick through my mind,” Veronica told the Assistant Dean. “It was that party so long ago at the MAD’s frat house the homecoming week when we first started rooming together. Do you remember?”
“Yes, I do,” Melanie answered wondering if Veronica was a mind reader.
“I gave you that little egg vibe to wear inside your pussy, and the antenna tore your new lacy panty. But I made you wear it to the party anyway. It was the first time we got a remote controlled sex toy,” the Dean reminisced.
“Am I not your remote controlled sex toy?” the red-head said.
“And then the nerd boys had some kind of early techie universal remote control that they were playing with that night. And it homed in on the egg in your pussy.”
“I thought it was you being a naughty nasty mistress to me.”
“I stayed with you, though. Remember when you couldn’t stand the costume you were wearing? As skimpy as it was, covering almost nothing, you begged me to strip it off you because you like to orgasm in the nude.”
Melanie was reliving the MAD frat house in her mind while the vibe still tingled her tortured nerve endings. Another little spasm shot up through her honey pot, she arched her back again and called out.
“Mmm, four. Damn it, Veronica!” The ugly rug in the MAD frat house party room hadn’t been the last place that Veronica had Melanie coming in front of a crowd.
Veronica played with her sex toy at a few more Frat Parties at the Cordwain College. Veronica made Melanie into a slut toying with her in front of everyone at every party, then handing her off to some future executive, many of whom were now in Melanie’s debt.
“I’ve counted for you now. I’ve given you four orgasms,” the redhead explained. “So the program didn’t catch someone. Who was it?”
“You recognize the name Patricia Xavier-Haynes?” Veronica D Xavier asked her old college roomie. Buttons got pushed in hand and groin.
“Well, damn,” Melanie said as the vibe kicked up to the max. She eased herself back in the chair, hanging on for dear life. Her whole body was quivering, she couldn’t even kick her shoes off. Legs spread as wide as they would go, her pussy bucked under the pressure of the vibe inside her. It was building up now, waves of eroticism growing and surging up inside her. Suddenly, it all crashed and a bright light pierced her brain and a wash of pure pleasure swept her.
“Oh my pussy. Five, six, seven,” she managed to say.
“All good girls go to heaven,” Veronica joined in.
Then the Dean switched the remote off. She watched as Melanie slumped down in the chair. “Have a nice weekend, love,” she told her Assistant Dean of Admissions then cut off the skype connection.
******
Tricia sat in the kitchen of Danny’s apartment, he was still asleep in their bed. A cup of coffee sat by as the trim, taut brunette studied her computer tablet. On the screen was an invitation to the Regent’s ball next Friday, sent from the Admissions office computer.
She picked up her coffee and drank a bit, thinking, what the hell? Shit, if the Dean had found her out. Damn, there was a shadow on the window of the Dean’s office yesterday. Oh shit, if that was her up there. She’s the Dean, of course, she could find out that I’m here. That’s why the Regent’s Ball invitation.
Oh shit, she’s going to present me to the Regents! She’d just gotten up to get another cup of coffee when the doorbell rang. At ten-thirty in the morning. Right, the doorbell never rang. She hoped it hadn’t woken Danny. Leaving the coffee behind, the brunette went out to the hall stairwell and went down to get the door.
Tricia cracked the door open with the chain in place and peeped through.
“Hello, Patricia. May I come in?” Dean Veronica D. Xavier asked.
Shit. Tricia hadn’t bothered to grab her robe and was standing in just Danny’s shirt, the one she’d borrowed the day they met. And panty-less. And her aunt was asking to come in.
“Uh, hello!” Think.
“Could you just?” No, better to ask her in than to have her wait.
Veronica stood on the doorstep, a small bundle in her hand. Well? She thought. I’m coming in no matter what, Patricia.
“Why don’t you come in? I’m just having morning coffee, though I’m not dressed just yet,” Tricia offered.
“Thanks.” The dean came in and followed her niece up the stairs to Danny’s apartment.
“I see you have the family tush,” Veronica approved.
Tricia blushed and looked back over her shoulder, wondering about the woman behind her. We’ll go in the kitchen and talk, and that will be hmm, strange.
“We have a lot to talk about and a lot to do today, Patricia. You have to be at my Barbeque for the Faculty tonight,” Veronica explained.
“Hello, Aunt Ronnie, would you like some coffee?”
“Don’t be trite dear, and of course I would. Decaf with cream,” the dean looked around then took a seat next to Tricia’s chair. “You understand what’s going to happen if you stay? Grandfather’s will is somewhat binding and you’ll need to decide if you want to leave or follow through on that course,” Veronica explained.
“And it looks like you’ve been sent a dare, dear,” she added. “This was on the welcome mat.”
The dean set a red envelope along with a small package on the table. Tricia looked at it and her heart sank. If the dean knew about the red envelopes then. Shit.
“Wait, you know about the dares?” the niece asked.
“Girl, it’s my campus and there are CC cams everywhere. I’m not blind. Do you think girls flashing tits and ass all over campus could go on unconstrained without a subtle relaxing of vigilance? Do you think a couple could crawl behind a bush and make love without me knowing about it?”
Tricia spit her coffee out, it hit the counter. What the hell? She looked across the kitchen at the other woman.
“I’m not comfortable with that conversation here, Veronica. This is our home. I’m glad you came by. Here’s your coffee,” Tricia babbled on and handed her aunt a steaming mug.
“Where is Danny anyway, still in bed? Or do you call him DJ?”
“What do you mean?” Tricia turned back to look at the Dean. “You know my boyfriend? I mean I know you found me, but you know my boyfriend, Aunt Ronnie?”
“It’s not Aunt Ronnie, just Veronica or Aunt Veronica if you must. Or you may use my title if it suits you,” the dean volleyed back. “And how else did I know to come here, dear?”
“I don’t know how to respond to this. You need to give me time.”
“Well, we don’t have time, your spa appointment is at one and then we have to be back at my residence by five so you can be fitted for your gown,” she stated. “You have enough time to take a shower but then I’m calling for the car.”
“Take a shower?” It was all so sudden and confusing. Veronica, Aunt Veronica showed up here. And knew all about Danny, she knows Danny! What the hell?
“Yeah, I’ll take a shower. If you want another cup of coffee you’ll have to wait until Danny is up. Unless you know how to make coffee,” Tricia said and walked off to the bathroom.
Soon the sound of the shower could be heard. Veronica waited until the door shut and she heard the lock, then she kicked out of her shoes and started for the hall. She walked through the different rooms until she heard soft snoring. Yes, he’s in there. She crept softly through the half open door, seeing him lying there in the bed.
Quietly, she stepped to a chair, then reached her hands up under her short skirt and pulled off her panty, leaving it on the floor. A souvenir for DJ, she thought.
***********
Danny was dreaming a really great dream. He had a giant stiffy and a soft hand was stroking it nicely, sweetly. Looking down he saw his girlfriends pretty hands rubbing up and down his cock. Funny he’d never noticed that class ring before, it must just be the dream.
But oh god, did it feel real. And that hand felt real good, stroking, coaxing, and how many hands are playing with my balls, he thought. Oh yeah, this is a great dream and oh, was that just a tongue? On my balls? And now it’s starting up my cock. Um, mmm. Yeah, do that, keep that up. Mmmm. This is so real, it’s just a dream, but it’s so real. Yeah, that feels so good. Mmm.
Go Tricia! Um, you go girl. And she’s just doing so good, my girl. There goes the tongue up and oh yeah, back and up and keep that hand going, thank you. Oh. Oh. Yeah. Oh, honey, did you change your hair? Or am I dreaming? Danny thought. Tricia, he said, but it didn’t come out.
Still asleep he thought, but oh my god, this dream is so good. He shook his head and woke up and there was a woman on his lap, onhis cock to be precise. And oh shit, it isn’t Tricia! he thought and sat upright.
Was he awake yet, because the woman still had his cock in her hands and oh, oh, uhm, no. Now it was in her mouth. Now it was, oh, oh in her oh yeah, mouth. Must still be dreaming, but oh god it’s so real and so good. She worked it, and licked it.
Veronica’s tongue played Danny’s cock with a learned technique acquired in her college days. He was waking up and he was fully loaded and charged and her mouth was wrapped around him. All she had to do was this, and she firmly grabbed his balls, slowly tightening her grip, kneading with her fingers.
Danny was all in. All in her mouth, all in her hands, all in for the ride. It was a great dream. He opened his eyes and looked down again. The woman was really nicely dressed, sexy see through blouse? That’s not Tricia’s hair though, so who? But his cock was being eaten by this sexy piece of ass, and who can argue with that?
He was boiling, things were lining up and then suddenly he was spurting, and the woman’s mouth took him all in. Her lips were working his cock, pulling at him, making him spend all of his jizz in her mouth. He gasped as he emptied into her, letting all of it go. Damn girl! Damn.
The woman let him out of her mouth, then tossed her hair aside. Veronica looked over at him, his come smearing her lips and mouth.
Danny couldn’t believe it, was he still having the dream? They weren’t in the Dean’s office, though, and the dean wasn’t naked in a desk chair. So no, or what?
The sun was coming through the window and he didn’t need to pinch himself.
“Hi DJ! Remember me? I just dropped in to say hello to you and Tricia!” the dean surprised him.
“What the fuck, Veronica? How the fuck are you in here? In my bedroom?”
“Patricia let me in. She went to take a shower. That’s when I came looking for you. To wake you up!”
***************
Shit, Danny thought. Dean Veronica Xavier is sitting in my kitchen, and there’s apparently something going on that I don’t know and Tricia’s in the shower so I have to make her coffee?
“Decaf if it’s not too much trouble? And I believeTricia had some half-and-half?” Veronica asked him.
What the hell is she doing here? Am I fired? No wait, I don’t work for her. And what the hell is she doing here?
“Excuse me,” he said to the dean and walked over and into the bathroom.
“Tricia, why is the Dean in our kitchen? Didn’t we have a 'no Dean’s in the kitchen' rule?” Danny asked his girlfriend behind the shower curtain.
“Uhm, my aunt came over for coffee, I had to ask her in. She’s taking me to a spa then we’re going to get a gown and to a barbeque at her pool tonight,”
“Wait, what? The Faculty Barbeque tonight? At her pool, but you have to wear a gown?” Danny was perplexed.
“Yeah, not that kind of pool party. Though I may be on the menu,” his girlfriend informed him. “Do you have a suit?”
“Are you kidding me right now?”
“No.”
“Oh, well shit. Because, no, I don’t have a suit,” he admitted.
“Well you have all afternoon to get one.”
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