Debra

We were just hanging around the school after final bell, Tom, Mick, and me. There was no sports practice, no urgent homework, no desire to hike down to the mall, no desire to go to any of our respective homes. Just three teenagers with nothing to do. I know, I know. We were attending college and at eighteen plus we were all considered adults, but the way we were feeling right now we were just three bored teenagers.

We weren't talking about much but some chatter would spring forth whenever an attractive girl passed in our general vicinity. Hell, even an unattractive one would generate some comment. That was the situation when Debra came wandering in our general direction.

"Hey, Debra is coming this way," Tom said and Mick and I turned to look.

"A very attractive girl that," I observed.

"Agreed," said Mike, "but not the brightest spark on campus. One wonders why she's even going to college."

"The theory is that she's here trolling the grounds for a husband. She probably wants to pick up a future lawyer or doctor while they're young and green and hormonal driven."

"I have heard that she's got a bit of a reputation," I said. "If approached the right way you may get lucky."

"Maybe," said Mick, "but what's the right way?"

"I think I know the trick," said Tom, lifting a hand and indicating the Debra should approach.

"You want something, Tom?" she asked, her voice every bit as feminine as her body and that was way too feminine for my peace of mind. I was getting an erection just standing near her.

"You could say that. When you look at the three of us do you see three happy chappies? You do not. You see three bored brutes, barely able to raise their voices to grunt. I'm the exception of course."

"Get out of here I snapped," punching his arm. "We were just being polite and not interrupting your non-stop yammering. How's it going, Debra?"

"OK, I guess," she said. "You're Scott, aren't you?"

"I am. You are already unfortunate enough to know Tom. This is Mick. He tends to follow us around like a lost puppy."

She giggled, nodding hullo to Mick.

"Anyway, back to you, Tom. You said you had an idea?"

"Ah, yes. To get us out of the doldrums I was going to suggest you let us take you into this empty classroom where we would proceed to take off your clothes, taking turns to remove one item at a time. Whoever takes of the last item gets to make love to you."

That sounded reasonable to me and I was pretty sure Mick agreed. The look on his face said he did.

Debra had a rather enigmatic face. No telling what she thought. She might have been about to slap Tom silly or to agree with a giggle.

"I can see what's in it for one of you but what about the other two and what's in it for me."

Tom seemed stumped while I considered what Debra was wearing. Seven items at most. I considered my finances. I could cover the cost as it was. The other two would probably chip in to pay me back. I spoke up.

"Well, for you we'll go ten dollars for each item of clothing removed. Seeing the two non-winners will be contributing they get to make love to you after the winner."

I could see her thinking it over. Apparently rumour was correct and she had a bit of a reputation for a reason.

She looked over the classroom, determining that we could do this quite safely without anyone seeing us. She slowly nodded.

"If you make it a hundred you have a deal," she said. "Cash in advance."

Obviously a born pro. The three of us pooled our cash, me having to fork out fifty. She tucked the money away and headed into the classroom, us following behind.

"Seeing that I paid most I get to take off the first item," I said, speaking casually. If my estimate of the number of things she was wearing was accurate my going first also meant I would go last. I started by taking off her dress, relieved to find bra and panties under it. One can never tell when a girl decides to omit those items from her outfit.

Tom reached to pull her panties down but I reprimanded him.

"Hold it, Tom, shoes and socks first. No need to rush anything."

Grumbling Tom removed a shoe and them Mick removed the other. I removed a sock, and why was she wearing socks instead of tights, and Tom the other. Mick was now looking very flushed, not sure what to remove next. Tom and I kept our mouths shut while Debra giggled. Swallowing nervously Mick slid her panties down, not daring to look at what he'd uncovered. Tom and I didn't have that problem.

But it was my turn again and her bra would be the final item. Debra was looking at me, blushing slightly, but ready to romp. I moved behind her, unclipped the bra, and slid my hands around her to replace the bra, letting it drop away.

I was rubbing her breasts while talking quietly.

"So what do we do now? Do you want to lean back against a desk? Lean forward over a desk? Have me sit on a chair while you sit on me? Lying on the floor while I come down onto you? Puppy-dog fashion while you're on all fours? I could even just stand here and lower you onto my erection. So many options." (That last, yes, I could do that. I was rather large and quite strong and she was much smaller.)

Her hands were behind her, checking out my equipment. Maybe what she felt helped her to make up her mind. She opted for me to sit down which I did. I pulled her towards me so she was straddling me. I had one hand around her, cradling her bottom, while the other was stroking her breasts.

"When you're ready," I told her and smiled as I felt her starting to settle.

She was looking at me and I was watching her, taking in each other's faces and expressions as we slowly came together. I was cupping her breasts, teasing them and keeping them aroused, her nipples pointing at me.

She finally settled fully on me. I could feel her pubic hairs tangling with mine. You can't get any closer than that. Then she started bouncing. Rising high and dropping down again. I had no objection at all as to the way she was treating my erection. I figured it had the strength and endurance to last the distance. It wasn't as though she was going to actually break it.

Break it, no, but she did seem to be on track to wear it out. I reminded myself that while she was building my arousal and turning my balls into grenades she was also building on her own arousal. All I had to do was wait. (I suppose I could have pushed her over the edge but she was working so hard to do this on her own it wouldn't have been fair.)

She finally gave a small cry and clamped down on my cock. That was my cue and I let her have all the juice that I'd been generating. She shuddered, slowly collapsing to lean against me, her breasts crushed against my chest.

After a moments respite she bobbed to her feet, all smiles, looking at Mick.

"Your turn, I believe?" she said, reaching down to undo his trousers.

Mick gave Tom and me a helpless look, looking stunned as Debra undid his trousers. She hauled his erection out into the light and it was quite a reasonable size. Debra smiled and stroked him and that turned out to be a mistake. Mick immediately had a premature ejaculation, spraying around him with abandon. For her part Debra giggled and jumped aside, avoiding the sudden shower.

"Too eager," she said, "but it happens. A friend of mine had it happen on her wedding night. She was not pleased." (I bet the groom wasn't too happy, either.)

Tom now got into action. It was his turn and he was taking it. He grabbed Debra and turned her to face a desk and bent her forward over it. She started to say something and Tom popped her a spank on her bottom.

"Quiet," he said as she squealed. "I do the talking. Now get ready."

He dropped his trousers, lined up, and thrust into her with some haste. (Maybe he was scared he was going to prematurely ejaculate and was making sure he at least got a start.) Debra squealed again as he thrust home and Tom popped her another spank.

"I said quiet," he growled. (Way to go Tom. Making sure you get an invite back.)

Tom was taking his time, complaining and dropping several more spanks on Debra. If he could see her face he wouldn't be doing that. I guess he did it once too often because I saw a determined look cross Debra's face followed by a look of concentration. This was followed by an angry cry from Tom as he came to a climax, long before he wanted to.

When they separated Tom was furious. He wanted his money back as Debra had cheated.

"Tom, we stripped her as per agreement. We all fucked her as per agreement. Mick might be able to dispute that last but that wasn't Debra's fault and he's not complaining. You don't get your money back."

"Then I want to fuck her gain."

"That's between you and her," I pointed out, "but she's dressed now."

It hadn't taken her long to put on her undies and dress. She was now putting on her shoes.

He demanded that she let him try again and she was rather disdainful. He grabbed for her and I coughed. He looked at me, glared, and departed. A bit of a sexual bully, it seemed. I suspected that Debra would pass that fact on to some of other girls. Tom might find pussy in short supply for a while.

"What are you studying, Debra," I asked, making conversation and curious.

"Me? Are you an idiot? I haven't got the smarts enough for college. I work as a waitress at the Bear Meat café. I just live on the campus."

"How do you get to live on campus if you're not attending the college?"

"I live with my father. His job comes with an apartment."

"Oh. Ah, what does your father do?" I was assuming a cleaner or something.

"He's the Dean of the Technology School," Debra said. "You've probably seen him at various functions. I know he has to give a speech to students every so often."

Holy crap. The Dean. The man who could make or break our college life. Upset his daughter and we were history. I was feeling a little ill. From the looks of it Mick felt the same way. We were going to be very nice to Debra whenever we saw her. I would, I decided, have a word with Tom and tell him who Debra was.