Michelle sat in her dorm, thinking about her experience with Ms. Takiyama. She was still feeling the soreness of her spanking and the wonderment of her first orgasm. Nothing in her life had prepared her for this and she sat contemplating what other experiences awaited her at the hands of her teacher. She was rubbing at her crotch, thinking of how the talents of Komiko's fingers and tongue had opened new vistas to her and wanted to be with her again for an entire night.
The door flew open and her friend, Marianella, bounced into the room, carrying a six pack of wine coolers.
"Hey girlfriend, where were you? I've been waiting to get into these and have some fun. You're never going to believe what I found out. Get this. You know those jocks that have been after us for, like ever? I was talking to Cal and his buddy Wes, and they're having a bash at their frat house tomorrow and they want you and me and Deb to come. I already said yes that we'd be there, I mean, this is where we get to show all those lame bitches who's who. So, what are you going to wear? I'm wearing that new top my mom bought for me, you know, the one you can practically see through. That and my white mini that I love to tease with. I can't believe she let me buy it, but shit, I'd have bought it anyway, so she didn't argue. Hey, are you listening to me? Hello, earth calling Mick?"
Marianella finally stopped her mouth long enough to look at her friend and wonder what was occupying her thoughts.
"Sorry Nella, I was thinking about my meeting with Ms. Takiyama earlier."
Michelle answered, not showing any real interest in Marianella's ramblings about whatever fun she was going on about. Marianella could see the change in Michelle and knew something had happened between them..
"What did that slanty eyed bitch want anyway?"
Marianella was as spoiled as Michelle was, coming from a family that catered to her wishes and whims like she was the sun, moon and stars. Her parents had given her everything she desired and along with paying her tuition, they deposited twenty-five hundred dollars a month for her to live on. They had originally started at fifteen hundred, but the little princess whined and complained that she wouldn't be able to live properly on such a small amount. When her father had suggested she try to get a part time job to pay for her spending and learn the value of a dollar, her mother had stepped in to her defense and said it wouldn't look good for her to be serving others, and it would interfere with her studies. Marianella was and still is, a spoiled brat supreme.
"She told me that if I didn't pick up my grades, I was in serious trouble of failing her class."
"Hey, were you crying? Don't let that bitch talk to you like that. You should have told her where to get off and shut the fuck up. It's our parents who donate money to places like this and pay for them to teach us. I figure as long as I show up and hand some shit in, they should be happy and pass me. You're so much better than she is."
Marianella told her as if it was fact, trying to convince her that she shouldn't worry about it, but Michelle wasn't buying it, she now knew differently,
"I told Ms. Takiyama I'd improve my grades and come in for extra help to get caught up. I'm going tomorrow after classes and she's going to tutor me."
Michelle began the set up to her plan that she had been thinking of, so she could get to spend that night with Komiko. The truth of her words were causing Marianella's face to take a look of shock.
"Are you fucking serious? The party is Thursday. Girl, you got to get your priorities straight. What good is an education when you know we're going to get the hottest guys and marry them. I mean, we've talked about it, like forever. You even said you were here just to land the right guy and let him serve you like a queen. We could have gone to almost any college, but we chose this one because it has more cute guys than anywhere else."
Marianella stressed to her to stay focused on what was, doing her best to get her friend out of her funky attitude.
"I know what I said, Nella. It's just Ms. Takiyama made me realize that I need to get an education, even if I did marry some rich guy. It's important for me to be self sufficient and respect myself and others if I want to succeed in life."
"Hello? Are you fucking serious? Where the fuck did that come from. You never thought like
before. I'll have to go and talk to that bitch and put it to her straight myself, if you're going to act like this. No way I'm going to waste four years in this place, studying shit I couldn't give a flying fuck about, and I'm not going to let you either. Deb will be here in a minute, as soon as she finishes changing. I'm telling her what I just heard and she'll tell you the same thing."
Marianella was incensed at the thought of actually doing school work and having her party schedule ruined. It went without saying the three princesses had the attitude that unless you were from their side of the street, you were trash. Michelle was beginning to see that they were wrong and a need to change was due.
"Maybe you should talk to Ms. Takiyama. I bet after an hour being with her, your attitude will change too. I'm understanding what she's been telling me and I have to agree with her."
Moments later the door opened and Deborah flounced in and plopped down beside Michelle.
"Hey Baby, why the long face? And why haven't we got those coolers on ice yet? Nella, open one for me, will you, I'm dying of thirst and I need a buzz to wipe the bullshit of today away."
Deborah said, flopping back on Michelle's bed with a pillow behind her.
"Deb, you are not going to believe what Mick just said to me. You want to tell her, or should I? Awww fuck it, I'll tell her. Mick here wants to actually get an education and that fucking bitch, Madame Slant Eye has her convinced she needs one. Can you believe it?"
Marianella told her while passing an open cooler to her and then taking one for herself. Deb sat up and looked at her friend after taking a large swallow.
"No way. You want an education? What happened to partying 24/7 and getting the cutest guys? You're joking right?"
Deborah was in disbelief too at what she was hearing from her friend.
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"It's true. I realize I'm wasting my life just partying and waiting for Mr. Right to come along. Have you two ever thought about the possibility that we might just not get guys? What are you going to do then? I'm not going to live with mommy and daddy forever and I want to know I can make it on my own, without them."
Michelle stated with defiance to them and hoped they understood. She was grasping what Komiko was trying to get across to her and it was making more and more sense to her to change her ways.
"Like that would ever happen. We're the best looking and hottest girls here. Any guy would give his left nut to be with either of us. I mean, we're invited to every bash and have every guy, who's even worth talking about, dying to get in our pants. When I know the right one is interested, I'll let him have a taste and hook his sorry ass for life."
Deborah told Michelle plainly as a matter of fact, making her point known that she was sure of it.
"I told her I'm going to see that fucking gook cunt and put her straight. I'm not letting her ruin my best friend's life. I'm going after classes tomorrow and give it to her proper."
Marianella told Deborah and then looked at Michelle to confirm she was serious. Michelle thought about the outcome.
"Maybe you should go see her Nella. You might come away with a different attitude like I did."
Michelle told her without giving away her thoughts, but knew in her mind she wanted Nella to have a taste of what she had earlier.
"Let's go to my room Deb, and leave Miss Learn-it-all to study. I need to get a glow on and hate the idea of listening to Mick go on about learning and shit."
Marianella and Deborah left with the coolers and Michelle watched them go, knowing better things awaited her tomorrow than teasing more guys with her body. She was going to learn more about pleasure and more importantly, the thrill of having more orgasms. Michelle sat and thought about Marianella going to Komiko's office and saying what she had just said to her. She pictured Komiko using some of the same moves and then getting Nella to submit to her punishment and taking the wind out of her sails. She figured Deborah needed a lesson in that department too, even though she wasn't as stuck up as Marianella was, she needed to know respect. In her reverie of it all, the picture of Nella and Deb, bare-assed and getting spanked, then being subjected to the pleasures of Komiko's tongue and fingers, brought a surge of lust to her loins. She felt herself getting turned on and wetter than she was already.
The sensations she had experienced only two hours ago, were barely fading from her body, but were still strongly sensed in her mind. A smile crept across her face as she continued to think of Nella being spanked for the first time and having her first orgasm like she had. Her fingers slid under the waistband of her rack pants, closing her eyes to the fantasy playing in her mind, as her fingers found new ways to touch herself.
Thursday saw a big difference in the way Michelle attended to her studies. She hung on every word Ms. Takiyama spoke and took notes as well. She felt she was getting a better idea of what the course was about and actually started to get into it. By the end of class, two full pages of notes, as well as her assignment was written down and an outline was prepared. She smiled at herself and waited for the others to leave. Ms. Takiyama smiled as she approached her desk.
"I see our lesson has taught you something Michelle. I'm glad to see you're taking an interest in my class. I hope you're doing as well in your other ones?"
Komiko said it as she rested one of her ass cheeks on the desk beside her. Michelle smiled at her, looking into her dark, brown eyes. She allowed her gaze to trail off and down her teacher's body, taking in how she was dressed. Her eyes fixed on the smooth, muscular tone of her legs and wanted to see her naked again. It wasn't a sexual feeling this time, it was more the admiration of a woman who took excellent care of her body and her mind as well. She was starting to really understand the concept of respect her teacher was trying to get her to believe in.
"I am. I never knew how much I was wasting my life, partying and thinking Mr. Right would come and take care of me. I'm finding I'm really interested in your class and learning about how people have interacted since the beginning."
Michelle was looking in her eyes again, an admiration for Komiko in them. Komiko noticed the admiring looks Michelle was giving her and reached out to caress the side of her face and then gently hold her chin.
"Good for you, Michelle. It does my heart well to see I have helped another lost soul to find her way. I have a meeting right after last class today, but I'd like to see you waiting for me outside my office when I'm done."
