I stared at the email, trying not to cry. 'Thank you for your application Fia, but we regret to inform you the position has been filled.' It was the third one this week. My first year of college would be over in less than a month and no one wanted to hire me for the summer.
It was my own fault really. My grades were less than stellar. I'd probably be on academic probation next year. I hadn't even been able to settle on a major yet. I knew I wanted to help people, to be of service. So I had taken introductory courses in nursing, psychology, and social work. I had failed one of them and barely passed the other two. On top of that I had taken a selection of general education courses, my pass rate for them being even worse.
It's not that I wasn't intelligent. I had actually come to this college on full scholarship, a scholarship that would almost certainly be taken from me at the end of this semester. I had no idea how I would pay for my tuition next year. Part of me had considered whether or not it was even worth coming back. Clearly academia just wasn't for me.
Which was strange, because I loved going to class. I was an active participant, happy to join in discussion, sometimes even challenging the professors preconceived notions. But I was always careful not to step too far out of line. They were my elders and experts in their fields. I knew they commanded and deserved respect and I was more than happy to give it.
But when it came time to study for exams or write essays, my heart just wasn't in it. In truth, I didn't really know where my heart was. It just felt lost, homeless.
"What's wrong little duck?" I heard my roommate, Charlotte, ask. She always knew when I was unhappy. I smiled a bit at her pet name for me. She was constantly using little nicknames. I'm not sure I had ever heard her call me by my actual name. She was sitting on the edge of her bed now, her eyes deep with concern.
"Still no luck on the job front." I confessed. She had already been offered her dream summer internship months ago. Of course she had, she was perfect. Impeccable grades, gorgeous face, luscious body, and the most delicious pussy I had ever tasted. Admittedly, it was the only pussy I had ever tasted, but that didn't make it any less delectable.
Yes, sometimes Charlotte and I had that sort of relationship. She wasn't my girlfriend or anything. I was pretty sure I was mostly straight, although much less sure than I had been six months ago. But sometimes we liked to fool around. She always initiated, either holding me down while she ate me out, or commanding me to get on my knees and pleasure her until she came.
It started last semester after she drunkenly stumbled into my bed instead of her own, returning from a wild frat party. I was so shocked when she kissed me that I swear my whole body just went into some sort of paralysis for a few minutes and the next thing I knew her lips were moving down my torso, licking and sucking every inch of skin until they reached their final destination, my innocent little pussy.
I had enjoyed our little sexcapade so much that she had the brilliant idea to use it as an incentive to get my grades up. If I did well on a test, she would reward me by going down on me. If I did poorly on a test, she would punish me by making me suck and lick her pussy. It worked for a little while until I realized I liked giving just as much as I liked receiving. It was hard not to, her pussy was like heaven, and being under her command, knowing I was being 'punished' for an indiscretion, that felt just as good as any orgasm.
She had also introduced me to those. I was still a virgin, if you didn't count all of my adventures in cunnilingus. Other than a short peck on the lips when I was sixteen, I had never even been kissed by a boy. It's not like I didn't think about it. I thought about it a lot, fantasized even. It's just that I was shy. I needed him to take the lead, take control of me, just like Charlotte had. And that first night, she made sure I came hard, made sure I knew just how pleasurable giving myself to someone really was. I swear I was addicted to the orgasms only she could give me. I had tried to recreate them by touching myself, but it wasn't the same. If I wasn't under her spell, I just couldn't cum. It was as simple as that.
Her beautiful face currently looked like it was pondering something, unsure whether it was a good idea to tell me or not. I had seen her make that face before, when I had brought up my lack of success in the job search. I had let it go in the past, but this time I was sort of at my wit's end.
"What is it Charlotte? You're obviously thinking sometime, so just tell me already." I begged. She raised an eyebrow. It was like she could sense that I had tried to make it a command, but it naturally came out as a plea. I didn't command people. Especially not Charlotte. I much preferred to be the one at the receiving end of a command. It just felt natural.
"Well, I do know of a job that I think you might be perfect for, but if you're not as meant for it as I think you are, things could get a little bit awkward." She admitted, not sounding awkward at all. I'm not sure she could sound awkward, she had too much confidence.
