Everyone on campus knew sex was common in the dorms (and anywhere else the kids could find a bit of privacy or not) -- lots of sex, with an increasing discovery of an entire world of kinky practices and fetishes. Many of the students joined FETLIFE, a common social site the students enjoyed more than Tinder or Facebook. In fact, since 2030 FET had become one of the top-rated and popular sites. The announcements for parties and events, especially in the OKC BDSM and dungeons seem to grow year after year offering the students an alternative to the campus party scene.
"So, what do you think, Mike?" Joyce asked.
Joyce was Mike's girlfriend for about four weeks. They met a week after the semester began in the Social Psychology class. The first night of class they sat next to each other and soon began dating. Mike was attracted to Joyce immediately with her long hair, natural complexion, rubenesque figure, and eraser-sized nipples he discovered on their third date. Surrounded by dark large areolas, he found just how sensitive those dark hard nipples were. He just had to spend the time nursing at them, and she would soon start moaning before she let out a loud "I'm cumming". He loved making her cum like that before venturing on to more aggressive sex play. Lastly, she also had shapely legs often clad in sheer nylons which she showed off in heels and short skirts. For a big girl, she carried herself well and looked seductive and classy in any attire she wore.
"You know babe, it might be worth looking into" Mike replied, thinking about the research. Would you like to apply with me, or would you be upset if I applied on my own?"
"Mike, you are free to do anything you want, well almost anything," Joyce said with a smirk," I don't think it appeals to me."
Mike nodded," I think I will. I could use the money, plus maybe I will pick up a technique or two you will enjoy me demonstrating after I come back."
"Well, mister confidence, "she said. You already figure you will be automatically selected just because you are you and you have that 9" amazingly thick cock?"
Joyce remembered the first time they had actually talked after class and how easily he was to talk to. They had gone on a couple of dates then during dinner on their third date he had asked her how she liked to be kissed. She had wondered if their friendship was more platonic than romantic since he hadn't tried to kiss her and had rarely taken her hand previously. She had told him with a lot of passion, tongue, and moaning making them both laugh a bit. But once they got out to his classic 442 with that damn shifter and console in-between them, he managed to straddle it as he lowered her seat and laid down on her while kissing her with passion, lots of tongue and she had provided most of the moaning.
It was then he had gotten her right breast out of her skimpy bra and started sucking on her nipple. It hardened while the dark brown areola wrinkled in excitement and her moans increased n volume and sensuality. Before long she felt her wet puffy pussy responding to his suckling, the throbbing of excitement becoming too much for her to stop and she had yelled I'm gonna cum just as she let go in a long intense orgasm that let her cummy brained and mike smiling.
Soon after he had her in the back seat and she found out just how hard a 9" cock could get and how wonderful it was to feel being so full in her cunt as he pounded her in a way she had only dreamed about. They both came twice during that evening in the back seat of a car and she had remembered a girlfriend told her when a man makes you cum like you always dreamed of don't be surprised if you confuse love with great orgasms. She laughed while saying it. Taking a step closer to him, Joyce let her hand drift down the front of Mike's pants, lightly stroking his cock. She always enjoyed the effort her light touches had on him, causing his cock to stiffen, and right here in front of the student union.
Mike leaned close and briefly, kissed her neck.
Mike whispered in her ear "let's get out of here and go for a drive."
"I thought you would never ask, dear. Let's go."
2
Nora saw the article just about the same time Mike read it. A coed at the University of Missouri, Rolla extension, her daily routine consisted of getting up, showering, dressing, grabbing her book bag, driving to school arriving 30 minutes early for her classes which started at 0800 so she could go by the union order a coffee and read the paper or magazines till class.
She started her junior year like the others with one exception. She knew she would finally have sex with someone -- man, woman, multiple men or woman -- instead of only with her electric toys. But the past two years of school were the same as high school, with no sex.
It wasn't that she wasn't attractive she knew. Men would often stop and stare as she walked by. Her mid-back length blonde hair, usually in a single ponytail, had the effect of making her look much younger than she was at 20. Her large breasts swayed as she walked held up with the skimpiest of bras since her tits were firm. Despite her 38DD measurements, they moved with her but without any sag. She only weighed 105 with a flat stomach and extra long legs, her best feature by far she thought. Being a tomboy, dressing up wasn't her normal clothing, but she had a fetish for nylons and garter belts. Her large collection allowed her to wear new nylons almost daily. She liked going commando as many of her former military male friends did. She stopped wearing panties in high school except for the monthly necessity during her period.
She knew she was cute, more than cute really, so it was a real frustration to her that men didn't ask her out more. When they did ask her out, rarely was there a call back for a second date despite making promises to call for another date. She realized something about her was wrong, but what.
She was reading the online news when the ad pop-up sought male and female participants or research. Normally she would be annoyed by a pop-up like this one but it got her attention, so she read it. Sitting on the bench in front of the union she thought perhaps this research project could help with her dating difficulties. She reached into her hippie-looking shoulder bag and grabbed her cell. She dialed and waited for an answer.
