The prequels to this story are "Redhead Pressed Against a Window" and "Redhead Pressed Against a Wall." Reading them first might help you get what's going on, but it's not mandatory. Enjoy!
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After my film noir shave-a-thon with Ryan Dempsey last night, I had orgasmed three times at home. Sure, my hand wasn't as good as his cock, but a girl takes what she can get... and I, Andi Miller, was planning to get more. I had also written a three page email to my boyfriend Tim giving him all the gory details.
I headed to class the next day with a faint smile on my face and a pussy that was wet with promise. I met up with Teresa, one of my good friends (and, thank God, a hardcore deviant like me), on the way to a boring psych lecture.
"You look like the cat who swallowed the canary," she said, with a devilish grin. "Or is it the pussy that swallowed the cock? Tell me the dry spell has ended." I laughed and promised details later. I could see Linda Ferguson coming towards us. Linda, better known as "Linny," was a very sweet, nice girl with a sweet, nice boyfriend back home. Enough to make you toss your cookies, but she meant well.
"Andi! Teetee!" called Linny, heading towards us.
"Just warning you, I may vom," said Teresa, looking slightly ill.
"Shhh..." I laughed. Linny ran up beside me.
"Andi, I love your outfit! It's so cute!" said Linny, eyeing my plain skirt and sweater. "It's really fifties... so very retro," she giggled, "You know, in a good way."
"I would have said 'slutty schoolgirl,'" muttered Teresa.
"What was that, Teetee? I like your outfit, too," said Linny, a little doubtfully at she looked at Teresa's leather skirt, jacket and boots. Teresa had been hitting the BDSM scene a little hard lately, and her wardrobe reflected it.
"What, no leather zipper mask?" I asked.
"It's in the wash," she replied drily.
"What are you sillies talking about?" asked Linny. "We better hurry, or we'll be late for Professor Cutie's class." Professor Cutie was Linny's name for Professor Quentin Thompson. "It matched his initials," she had giggled earlier. "You know... QT." Professor Thompson was one of those professors that horny nineteen year old girls dream of getting in university. In his early thirties, he had a great smile and a passion for psychology. We entered the room early enough to find three seats together. With most psych classes, there would have been plenty of ditchers, but not for Professor Thompson's class. Girls made sure they took the class and guys who liked seeing a lot of girls made sure they took the class... including some from the Alpha fraternity house.
We sat down and the lecture began. It was the same old, same old... Linny bemoaned her engaged status regarding Professor Cutie, Teresa fell half asleep and had a crapload of guys checking out her booted legs, and I was doodling sexual positions around my notes. After a couple of minutes, Teresa nudged me.
"What?" I said, irritably. I was halfway to remembering the Crane position.
"There's a guy over there waving at you," she whispered.
"Cute?" I asked, suddenly interested.
"Not really," she said, making a face. "See? Over there? Near the podium?" I finally saw him. You know how there are those guys you can tell right away are annoying? This was one of them. First of all, he had overly styled hair and a face that was far too snotty looking for my liking. He was also too thin and dressed in an too-aware fashion – you know, those outfits rich boys like to wear to show they're rich, like the fact they have their wallet out all the time to flash their platinum credit card wouldn't give it away. But that wasn't what caught my attention. He was showing something on his lapel... it shined in the light in the auditorium. It was an Alpha pin.
"Shit," I muttered.
"Everything okay?" Teresa asked. "You didn't fuck him, right?" Linny, on the other side of me, was oblivious. She had a dreamy expression on her face, probably imagining the day when she and Mr. Perfect got married and could finally do it missionary.
That frat pin had me worried. Part of my agreement with Ryan was that I would show my shaved pussy to Alpha members whenever they requested it and showed me their pins. And here was a member of Alpha showing his pin across a crowded lecture hall.
At this point, I had three options. Number one was to not do it. I didn't really give a fuck about Ryan's threat anyway, since Tim knew I was a slut and would love to get ahold of those pictures. But I'd be out of luck for sexual shenanigans this year, and this Alpha shit promised to be fun. Number two was to pretend I didn't understand what Richie Rich wanted and show him my pussy post-class. Finally, my third option was simple: show him my pussy. I shrugged my shoulders to show incomprehension and he shot me a threatening look. Option two wasn't going to fly by this asshole.
