Professor Davis (name changed to protect his identity) had grown up as a teen reading the titillating tales of "Penthouse Forum." Those arousing letters that appeared monthly in print media were fuel for masturbation. But technology had rendered those offerings as obsolete, now replaced by the high-octane, instant-gratification driven capabilities of the internet. But Prof. Davis decided to mix the two and bring the "Forum" back on line in a new format.
Although a respected Professor at a conservative Christian College, he was well aware that both he and the students on his campus were far from chaste during their free time. He anonymously established the "CC Forum" which quickly became popular to students on campus, then grew to a wider audience of students from other religious colleges and universities. Tucked away on a message board beyond the radar of college trustees, students flocked to the site to both read and offer their own submissions. These are their stories.
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Midnight Student Radio Studio Shift Change
A warm, spring rain was falling as I walked from my dorm to the student radio studio on campus. My shift was midnight to 2am. My job was to select the music, read hourly news briefs, and field any phone calls with requests or questions.
When I stepped inside, I was pretty wet. Brianna, the DJ I was relieving, laughed as she saw me soaked. "No umbrella, eh?" she quipped as I shoved my jacket off.
"Nope. It's a warm rain. Nice really. Take my advice, enjoy it yourself." I winked at her with a polite smile. As we traded places so I could take my place behind the mic, I made sure to enjoy the view of her for as long as possible.
Brianna is a long, slender blonde and smoking hot, with tits that absolutely defy gravity. There was little doubt in my mind from the instant I saw her that night she was not wearing a bra. Her round, c-cup mounds were perky as ever under her teeshirt. I made sure to admire the sway and jiggle as she made her way to the door and pulled on her hoodie and zipped it up halfway, leaving her tits pushing apart the upper, unzipped flaps.
"Have fun... and don't do anything I wouldn't do" she sung at me as she opened the door and stepped out into the dark night and spring rain. My heart skipped a beat as I captured a final glimpse of her curves as she walked out the door.
As I sat in the booth initiating my playlist, I glanced at the clock. 12:01. Right on time. I had an opening set that would run right up to the bottom of the hour when I would play a request. Until then, I sat at the production board and listened to the tunes as I waited to field phone calls.
That's when my dream unfolded. Brianna had walked out without her cellphone. She didn't realize it until she was halfway to her dorm room. She turned around and returned to the studio. It was 12:06 when the door opened and I saw her step inside.
"Back so soon?" I playfully chided her.
"Forgot my phone" she said. "Did you notice it?"
When I said "no", it was the total truth. Because it was only a fraction of a second later that I noticed it laying on the counter in front of me. And in that instant, without any forethought, I slid it off the counter and deposited it in my pants pocket. I had no plan. I was just buying a little time to enjoy Brianna's presence.
"Well I know I left it here. Can you help me find it?" As she stepped closer to me, I realized that it was still raining outside because her hoodie was pretty wet. And so was the part of her teeshirt that was left unprotected by her hoodie. The section that ran from her collar to just below the lower line of her tits. Wet. Clinging. Inviting to the eyes.
