Emilys Story
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I met Judith at dinner that night. With Mabel gone, dinner was prepared by Emily, and there were only four of us at the big table – Emily, Judith, me and Clarence Everett, a boarder who almost never went home during breaks in the school schedule. Everett was a freshman and an earnest, likeable young man, although he looked as if he should still be in high school.
Judith was attractive in an understated way. She looked the part of the nerdy grad student that her mother had described to me in bed that morning. I wanted to ask her about microbiology, but I wasn’t even certain precisely what microbiology was, so I refrained. Instead I made conversation about Duke’s premier basketball team, the school’s longstanding rivalry with the University of North Carolina, and the somewhat uninteresting fact that Duke’s baseball team had knocked my school – Vanderbilt – out of the NCAA Regional Tournament during my senior year.
Judith Chambers’ response to all this jock talk was polite and welcoming, but the conversation clearly wasn’t precisely in her strike zone. Finally I just asked her how she liked the University and she responded with a detailed and extremely positive account. After that the dinner conversation went much better, and Judith asked her mother about the ocean cruise she’d taken the previous September. Emily managed to cover all the highlights of her time at sea without ever stumbling over the gigantic omitted detail that Yours Truly had been along for – you should excuse the expression – the ride.
Later, back in my apartment, I checked the closet – just for fun. Sure enough, the red tie was on the left nail. I’d be sleeping alone tonight. And tomorrow night. And, presumably, Thanksgiving night. I wondered how long Judith was going to be in town. Surely many microbiological adventures were beckoning her back to Duke? I thought she was a nice girl, but she was, however unintentionally, messing up my sex life. Already it had been – what? Thirteen long hours since I had partaken; since I had last “known” Emily Chambers -- in her chambers -- in the Biblical sense.
I was, I fully realized, spoiled absolutely rotten. I mean, how great was it, having a red-hot affair with a post-menopausal hottie like Emily Chambers? The woman never seemed to tire of our jolly little liaisons. She was an eager and inventive lover, she made no claims on me beyond what I was willing -- more than willing -- to provide. Back on that memorable ocean cruise, she had actually been willing for me to interrupt our blissful little affair while I had a fling with that redheaded nymphet – the one with the French accent and her own cabin – the cabin across the passageway from the one occupied by her “father” the Frenchman.
Emily hadn’t accepted the offer to try the suave Charles on for size, but she was somehow okay with me visiting his hot little “daughter” – so long as I wore a raincoat for the occasion.
In retrospect, I was pleased that I hadn’t given in to the severe temptation to go ahead and have my way with little Adrienne. Her tiny little butt, so delicious-looking as she walked away from us among the array of chaise lounges on that sunny top deck. And, oh God! That fiery-strawberry-red triangle winking at me when she turned around. Those visions still haunted my dreams from time to time.
But, oh! It would have been grossly disrespectful to my wonderful Emily, if I had succumbed.
Aready I was dreading the day when I would leave for spring training, probably never to return to Frederick as a preferred boarder at Emily’s Fantastic Boarding House and Erotic Pleasure Palace. Not only had I never had it so good, I well knew that I’d probably never have it so good again.
Wednesday was uneventful, except that I had the presence of mind to invite Emily and her daughter out for a restaurant dinner that evening, saving Emily the pre-Thanksgiving duty of furnishing us a meal the night before her planned elaborate Thanksgiving feast. At the last minute, I had the presence of mind to invite Everett along as well.
We went to the same fine restaurant Emily had introduced me to, way back when I had just become a boarder – back before our unlikely liaison, when she had been merely my new landlady.
Our evening was a gustatory and conversational success – considerably less awkward than my tortured jock talk of the night before. The four of us had an animated discussion of novels and movies. What the conversation may have lacked in intellectual appeal it made up for with the delightful discovery that both Emily and Judith were film buffs (something I had failed to discover about Emily up until that very evening. And it was a fact about Judith Chambers that I never would have believed just twenty-four hours earlier.
By 9:30, we were back home, Everett was back in his room, Emily and Judith had retired to their apartment and I was back in my long, narrow, open-concept apartment. I actually checked the closet, working on a fantasy that Emily would invite me over for a mother-daughter threesome.
Nope. The red tie was still there.
Surprise, surprise!
Our Thanksgiving dinner was traditional: turkey, dressing, cranberry sauce, yams, green beans -- the works. Emily, I was learning, was a fine cook. Mabel the regular cook was excellent, but on this day, she was not missed. The four of us were stuffed and feeling lazy in the late afternoon, sitting together in the downstairs living room. A football game was in progress – Detroit versus somebody – but none of us was paying any attention.
“Are you going out tonight, Judith? Weren’t you invited to Charlotte and Ken’s house?
“Yes, Mom, I was invited,” Judith answered, sounding a little annoyed at the question. “But I don’t think I’m going.”
“It’s been a long time since you saw your friends, Jude.”
“We don’t have that much in common anymore, Mom. Charlotte and Ken have the new baby, and Michelle will be there with her new husband – I don’t even know him. And Bill and Marsha. I feel like a fifth wheel with all those young marrieds.”
“Why don’t you call Hal, see if he wants to go with you?”
“Mom, you are out of touch with my old circle of friends. Hal is off the market. He’s dating Alicia Webber these days.”
“Hmmm. Imagine that! Alicia Webber. Well, I guess you couldn’t expect him to wait around two years for your return.”
“Didn’t expect him to, didn’t want him to. Hal was just a friend, Ma, nothing more.”
“Well, I’m sure your friends would like to see you.”
“When I see Charlotte – or any of them, really -- I get this vibe that they feel sorry for me. I’m the Old Maid, Ma. Imagine! Twenty-four years old and without a man in my life! Pitiful!” She looked over at me and Everett. “That’s not how I feel about it,” she said, “but, damn it, that’s how my old college friends see me.”
“You’re a liberated woman,” I said, trying to make Judith feel better about herself. “You’re not exactly over the hill yet, you know? You just haven’t had time for fun and games because you’re pursuing ... higher goals.”
“Right,” Judith said, unwilling to be comforted. “As soon as I get my Nobel Prize, I can relax, find Mr. Right, and settle down to make babies.”
“If finding Mr. Right had been on your list of goals, you’d have surely found him,” I said. “You’ve sensibly postponed that part of your future for a little later.”
“Thank you, Dr. Phil,” Judith said. “Seriously, Randy, you’re very kind to try to make me feel better. And you’re absolutely right: I really am doing what I want to do. But when all your friends have kind-of, you know – moved on, and you’re still doing the College Girl thing all these years later? Well, it gets awkward.”
“Well, all right, but I’m sure they’d all like to see you now and again,” Emily said, trying to put the topic to bed.
“I’d like to see them, too,” Judith said, “but I don’t want to go over there again to get stared at, and pitied, while I bounce Charlotte’s new baby on my knee.”
Clarence Everett had listened quietly to all this, but now he spoke up: “Why don’t you take Randy with you?” he said. “Nobody would pull that ‘poor little Judith’ routine on you if you had a hunky guy like Randy on your arm.”
It was a startling suggestion – at least to me. I looked over at Emily and she was looking a little confounded herself, but she recovered quickly. “You ... might enjoy it, Randy. Some of Judith’s friends are quite engaging – despite their all being old married folks already.”
Judith demurred. “I’m sure Randy has plenty of ways to spend his time that suit him better than meeting my old gang from Hood College.”
I was thinking about the possible green-tie evening in my immediate future, should Daughter Judith finally decide to go visit her old gang.
But, No. I knew Emily wouldn’t invite me over for a quickie. Not with her daughter likely to come home early and catch us playing horsey. Wouldn’t happen. Emily had occasionally shown a wild, uninhibited side, but she wasn’t an impulsive risk-taker. I knew I wasn’t getting back into her apartment until her daughter was well on her way back to Durham.
The room went silent for a moment and I realized – with a little shock – that everyone was looking at me.
“What?”
“It would be fun!” Clarence interjected. “You could pretend to be -- y’know – a couple. Make up a story!”
“Randy doesn’t need to waste his evening with me,” Judith said.
“He doesn’t do anything except go to the gym or out for a run in the mornings,” Clarence said. “He lives the Life of Riley! Ever since the Keys’ season ended, he’s just been living the good life!”
I had no idea that Clarence Everett kept track of my movements so religiously.
Now Judith seemed to have bought into Clarence’s suggestion. “How about it, Randy? Are you up for a night of drinking, war stories, reliving Old College Days and discussing breast feeding versus formula?”
I looked at Emily out of the corner of my eye but her expression was unreadable. “Sure,” I said. “Why not?”
A couple of hours later, Judith and I were in her little Kia, heading for Charlotte and Ken Markley’s house, where an informal, impromptu reunion of wild and crazy Hood College undergraduate women was about to be staged. “This bunch gets together all the time,” Judith was telling me in the car. “There will be at least three – maybe as many as five – couples there. Charlotte and Ken do most of the hosting – she likes to stage little parties and she makes all the food. Everybody brings booze and mostly they just talk about old times. It’s a little weird, I guess, but they’re nice people.”
“We need a cover story,” I said.
“Well, don’t pretend to be somebody else. These guys – some of them are probably baseball fans. They might know who you are.”
“Really? I doubt it. Even if they go to Keys games, I’m not exactly a local legend, you know.”
“Maybe not, but being a ballplayer makes you, y’know, kind of interesting. Just go with it. Oh! And don’t say anything about living at the boarding house. Just say we met when I was home from school earlier – last summer.”
“Okay. And I’ve been down to Durham to see you, a couple of times.”
“Right.”
“You want me to, you know, show a little affection, now and then.”
Judith didn’t answer right away. We drove for two blocks in silence. “Yeah!” she said, suddenly. “Yeah, why not? Lay it on pretty thick! Nuzzle my neck a little, y’know? Act like it’s hard for you to keep your hands off me!”
“This is going to be fun,” I said. “By the way, Judith, that cocktail dress is really something.”
“This?” she said, “it’s just something I had in the closet, from the Olden Days.”
“Well, you look hot.”
“You’re very gallant, Mr. Sinclair.”
“You’re the hottest microbiologist I’ve ever seen, I think.”
“Too kind. You’re too kind. I’ll bet you say that to all the microbiologists.”
Judith Chambers’ friends turned out to be good company and their affection for their “Old Maid” college chum was clearly genuine. It occurred to me that Judith couldn’t be that much of a nerd if all her old friends held her in such high regard.
But, clearly, they were fascinated by my sudden appearance in Judith’s life as well. As soon as I’d been introduced to everyone present – our hosts and three other couples – and drinks were served, the questions began. When had we met? How? Where? I began wishing we’d prepared more assiduously for this onslaught of interest. It was a challenge, but I had, I discovered, become a more sure-footed fabricator than in my past. My beloved girlfriend from Vanderbilt (still somewhere in the Pacific with the U.S. Navy) had served me well in deflecting any possible suspicions that might arise pertaining to Emily’s and my joint occupancy of the third floor. (“Joint occupancy” was a novel concept. Thanks to thick walls and our Magic Closet, along with Emily’s and my own superb acting performances, I was confident that none of my fellow boarders had any clue about the full extent of the occupancies my privileged “joint” had experienced.
Sitting together, four abreast on Charlotte and Ken’s oversized couch, I casually nestled Judith closely under my left arm and, pulling her to me, leaned to nuzzle her neck, attesting to our easy intimacy and strongly suggesting that their erstwhile lonely, nerdy old chum was surely getting it regular.
Judith, clearly enjoying the somewhat rapt attention we were getting from her friends, upped the ante by grasping my leg just above the knee and then, slowly, deliciously, allowing her hand to slide upward until it was precariously close to my groin, her fingers repeatedly squeezing my inner thigh.
One of the guests, a tiny blonde woman with tight, short curly hair, witnessed Judith’s bold move from start to finish. Her eyes bulging and her face displaying a shocked, enthralled expression. I think she was wondering – perhaps hoping -- that Judith intended to unzip my fly, then and there. I wanted to ask the shocked woman whether she was all right – she looked ready to pass out – but damned if I could remember her name.
This overt display went on for two rounds of drinks. After Ken came out with their sleepy, eight-month-old baby rubbing his eyes with a tiny fist and looking out – a little alarmed – at the array of adults in his family’s living room, we all fussed over the baby (he/she really was a cute kid) until Dad took Junior back into the depths of the house. When a third round of drinks was offered, Judith begged off and told the group that she had to go, as we were driving back to Durham tomorrow, to “beat the holiday traffic.”
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RomanceMy name is Katherine Jenkins, an eighteen-year old at boarding school. But I wasn't like any other girl my age. I was born with a rare disorder where I had both male and female parts called a hermaphrodite. I had breasts of a woman but had male parts. My parents sent me off to boarding school so I wouldn't get bullied because of what I was born with. At first it bothered me a bit, but now, I have gotten used to it. One day, I was sitting in the girls' changing room, and the prettiest girl I had...
TransChristmas break at the Boarding School. It was December 15th, the dorm was empty and I was alone in my room. My parents sent me away to an all-male College/Boarding School in the Northeast, USA. They suspected I was Bi or Gay and wanted me out of sight and out of their way. They informed me I would be in school until the summer break. My name is Timmy. I am eighteen years old. I am green eyed, five foot ten, one hundred forty pounds, quite skinny, very feminine looking and not well endowed with...
BisexualMy name is Harry and I'm about to complete my final year at an all boys boarding school. The boarding opportunity gives me an extra 3 hours in my day that commuting back and forth between home and school took away from me. I have more time to research, study and excercize. The school's gym costs nothing for me to use, so I workout after the day's classes for about an hour or so. It helps to clear my head and stay focused. It also helps me to maintain my fitness level. All the boys here have...
It would appear that one famous book is inspiring females to submit to dominance, with yesterdays UK press highlighting one female, having her pubis tattooed with her masters name, 'The property off (His name)'.She was also flayed hard with a rope, regardless of which way she turned, he got her hard, wielding full power as his sexual lust got out of control, the rope raising huge welts on her naked body, which was tied over a door, an easy target, the sound of the rope whacking her nude body,...
This is a story for those who enjoy reading about forced hormonal feminization, not just guys dressing up in female clothes. It tells what happens when two young boys are send to a unique school where--much to the younger one's surprise--they undergo special physical and hormonal treatment programs. The younger one is given female hormones (against his knowledge, untl it is too late), his roommate is given male hormones that turn him into a super masculine stud, with predictable...
My high-school was fantastic. It was a boarding school with allowed physical punishment. The punishment was mostly more humiliation and public shame with which they tried to make us behave properly and learn. I never had problems with learning and grades but I did stuff on purpose to get punished.The boarding school was relatively close to our home and I was at home on weekends. They had loose rules on uniforms which can be broken down to "girls wear skirts and shirts but still decent". This is...
BOARDING SCHOOL DISCIPLINE DIARYPart OneChapter One? A girls’ first visit to the Headmaster‘Swish? Thwack!’?Oomph!?The crisp pain rips through her bare breast startling her, the thickness of the tightly wrapped cloth-eye mask keeping her in virtual darkness as a welt instantly rises across the flattened mound. Her dreaded punishment’s begun.‘Thwack!’?Aaaggghhh!?More piercing pain, her other breast flattening, enveloping the flexing bamboo shunt as she twists, jerks at her bindings, grunts...
Tabitha screamed. I screamed. My heart hammered in absolute shock. Our small bedroom in the Kensington Boarding School swam around me. This was impossible. This could not be happening. Out of all the strange, life-changing things that happened today, this was too much. I had four purple tentacles sprouting out of my pussy and wrapped about Tabitha’s head and flaming hair. The appendages pulsed and gripped her. I could feel through them, the silky texture of my friend’s skin, the soft waves...
“What were you and Peony doing in the bath?” Tabitha asked as she dropped her nightgown from last night into the laundry basket in our shared room. Mine followed. We stood naked in our small room, my feet dancing on the cold floorboards and my teeth chattering. It was so warm in the bath and so cold in here. It turned out that the girls of our dorm had our own Roman style bath, a large pool of piped up spring water. While our school lacked electricity, it had plumbing. The water was so...
It was October, the boarding house was full of boarders again, and I remained a resident of Frederick, Maryland despite having no guidance yet from the Orioles Organization concerning where I would be assigned in the coming season. I knew that my solid performance for the Frederick Keys would likely mean that I’d be moved up to the Double-A Bowie Baysox in the Eastern League. Getting assigned to the Orioles’ Triple-A club (Norfolk) wasn’t out of the question, but I knew the Orioles had lots...
This story is collaboration between Lady Dreamer and Powerone. Copyrighted 2002. It is a story of the coercion of a young lady, Rachel, to fulfill the sexual desires of her older Guardian. In order to gain the inheritance that is rightfully hers, she must consent to be trained by the Headmaster to service her Guardian. She will be taught to experience pleasure against her own will and to give pleasure against her will. She will be trained in all the perversions of the flesh. Powerone can be...
EroticLee entered the transporter for the short trip up to the Space Station. The Fortune was attached to the space station waiting for them. Lee headed down the aisle, plopped down next to Rabbit and smiled at him. “Hi, Kyle, ready for the big adventure?” “As ready as I’m going to be,” he replied. “But the real question is when will you be ready for the Kyle Vella adventure?” he asked, as he wiggled his eyebrows and slid his hand up her jumpsuit encased thigh. While gently removing his hand and...
As promised, Emily’s outer door was unlocked when I walked across the little stairwell landing and opened it. I locked it behind me and looked around for the first time at my landlady’s inner sanctum. It was a handsomely furnished, somewhat old-fashioned living room, with an adjoining office-sitting room off to the left, with windows facing the front and one side of Emily’s large old house. The living room area, although much larger, had only two smaller side windows. The remainder of...
English is a wonderful language of communication, and I envy men who get off on a sexy voice. At a well known finishing boarding school for young ladies, which I attended for six years, My mind was schooled, polished, and instilled with ideas, while my body was exercised, scrutinized, punished and taught to please, and both mind and body were brought together and sexually abused for the sheer pleasure of men three to four times our average age.As individuals, we never took anything personally,...
Hello ISS readers. I am back with the next part of the story. Please do read the previous parts. My name is Aafi. I am from Bangalore. But I am working and living in Chennai. I am a 25-year-old Software Engineer. You can email me or hangout at . Let me continue from where I stopped last time. I woke up. Lisa and Anna were having a conversation. Lisa: I’m really, really sorry! Anna: Don’t be! It’s not your fault and I don’t mind. Ah! Morning. I wonder what that is all about. Anna: I’m going...
Chuck was in a search mode, using a computer phrase; he was seeking out a town where he could settle; a town that was in the country, certainly away from the city and if successful to buy a property. He had explored a number of towns when he pulled into the next on his list. The first item was to find a place to stay for the month he gave himself to examine the town and what it offered and what properties are up for sale, so it was an estate agent whose office he entered. “You are just...
An entire week passed since that evening. Kim had gotten a job at a local dinner. She also met a guy who asked her out to dinner Saturday night. Also, Mini announced that another boarder was moving into the house in the next few days. However, the entire time Kim could not stop thinking about that night with her dream man, who was not just in her dreams, and how he took her virginity. As the days passed Kim could feel herself getting hornier than the day before, and nothing she did would ease...
Chapter Eight: Miss Marilynn's Tentacles Molests the School By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 “I think we can all agree that was a most stimulating lesson,” Miss Erma, our Latin teacher, said to the class. I nodded my head, my body still trembling after the orgy of flesh we had. My four tentacles had known every girl in the class, pumping in and out of their tight pussies and giving them such effervescent flutters of pleasure. But now we were all decently dressed again in our school...
Chapter Seven: Henrietta's Pussy Tentacles Molests Her Class By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 “Answer me, Miss Henrietta,” panted my Latin teacher, Miss Erma. She stepped back from the desk. I lay stretched over it, my ass burning from the spanking she gave me, my small breasts rubbing naked into the desk. Why does she have tentacles? I heard her thoughts echo in my head, one of my new powers since I met Merita, the lesbian alien. And out of her cunny? I was naked, along with my new...
Chapter Two: Henrietta Possessed by the Lesbian Alien By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 “...henrietta...” The faint voice called to me as I floated through darkness. It was feminine, familiar. “...henrietta...” The voice grew a little louder, whispering across the void. I tried to move my body, but I didn't have one. That should frighten me, but it didn't. I imagined I frowned as I struggled to understand what was happening. “...henrietta...” I was at Kensington Boarding...
Chapter One: Henrietta Molested by the Lesbian Alien By mypenname3000 Copyright 2016 Merita tried not to panic as the alarms blared in her tiny space shift. She manipulated the controls with her hands and four purple tentacles. She stared at the blue planet before her It filled the curved screen. She was caught in a decaying orbit and her engines had malfunctioned. “I'm going to crash,” she whispered to herself, her tentacles twitching. Violet panic pulsed beneath her skin. She...