After struggling to get by as an actor and playwright in New York for nearly 10 years, I was tired of having to hustle for money and wait tables to pay the rent. I needed a change but it seemed that there were few honorable and stimulating career options in our bleakly market-driven society. In my theater world I was sometimes called upon to write reviews and participate in conference discussions where I came in contact with people with PhD after their names. One of these, a young professor named Susan encouraged me to pursue an academic career. I had to admit that the idea of teaching, reading, and writing about the performing arts, not to mentions summers off, sounded pretty appealing. With some excellent coaching from Susan about the application process, I was accepted to a top-ranked graduate program in performing arts in Los Angeles, California.
By consulting the campus housing office I found an incredible situation: a cottage in Santa Monica with a private garden and hot tub. The rent was on the high side but after slumming it so long I was ready for a little luxury. Being a student again came as a shock, I felt thrust back into the infantile position of jumping through hoops for a professor and a bureaucracy but I was determined to suck it up for the prize at the end.
The program required that all first year grad students take a seminar notorious for its heavy, theoretical reading load. The silver lining of this ordeal was the close relationships forged among one's cohort. There were twelve of us but of these, three caught my attention and imagination. Francisca was the only local Angeleña. She was articulate and confidant, had glowing, coffee-colored skin, and large, bright eyes. About 5'2" with short, tousled hair, and a petite build, she was a pixie, but a kick-ass sort of pixie who attracted me immediately. Jane was from Atlanta, African-American, taller than Francisca and much more curvy. Her hair and overall appearance was more professional looking than most of us but her clothes were enticingly form-fitting and always showed some cleavage. She was very friendly and out-going. Pauline, from Virginia, had wild curls of fine blond hair, blue eyes, a slim torso with a nice round ass encased in her tight jeans. She was rather quiet and self-effacing in seminar, but could be very talkative after the professor left the room.
At the end of our first week, we all agreed to meet at the brew pub a block from campus. We commandeered a large booth and ordered pizzas and pitchers of beer and got to know each other in increasingly high spirits. Squeezing back into the booth with two more pitchers, I found myself sitting between Jane and Pauline. Jane was really funny and Pauline and I were laughing until tears came from our eyes. They were both leaning against me and casually touching me as we laughed and teased each other. The subject of housing came up and when I told them about my hot tub, Jane said: "so what are we doing here?"
"Do you want to come over?" I asked them.
"Yeah, let's drink up and go," Jane replied.
Pauline looked hesitant. "Don't tell me you're shy" said Jane. "Come on, there's only one cure for that."
Pauline laughed at herself and said "Okay. First time for everything I guess."
When we got to my place, I went to get towels and Jane and Pauline went to the bathroom. When they came outside they were laughing and Jane teased Pauline, "shame on you-stealing from your granny."
"Shut up" Pauline protested, "change the subject."
"Sounds interesting," I pried.
"I need a beer" declared Pauline and grabbed a bottle from the six-pack we picked up on the way.
"So you're not going to tell me?" I continued.
Jane couldn't resist saying "she was wearing some of those granny underwear and I made her take 'em off."
Pauline was laughing too and said, "okay, you've embarrassed me enough. Are we going to take a hot tub or not?"
I lifted the cover off the steaming tub and started pulling my clothes off. The two young women quickly followed suit and we all slid into the water, the moonlight glistening on our bodies. We continued joking and laughing as I enjoyed the delicious sight of bare breasts bobbing in the water. Pauline had perky B-cups that looked perfect on her slim torso. I wanted to reach over and caress them. Jane had full, rounded breasts, with big dark nipples that stood out. I wanted to suck and bite them. These thoughts had just crossed my mind when I felt a foot against my thigh. "You know what would feel good?" Jane asked and then answered her own question. "A massage. We can trade but do me first." And she rubbed her foot against my leg again.
"I'll do your feet." I said. "Pauline, why don't you take Jane's back?" I suggested. Pauline moved behind Jane and started to rub her neck and shoulders as I pulled on each of her toes. Jane moaned her approval as we continued. After a thorough foot rub, I started to massage Jane's calves up to her knees.
"That feels so good" she said. Jane closed her eyes and I looked at Jane's sexy body with lust. I let my hands slide just over Jane's knees to glance her thighs then pulled away, then did it again. Jane grabbed my hands with hers and placed them firmly on her thighs. Pauline looked up questioningly but continued rubbing Jane's back. Jane moaned and spread her legs a little more, then used her feet to pull me closer to her. She opened her eyes and looked at me, took my hand and placed it on her hairless mons. I silently began to caress her mons and then her pussy lips while she closed her eyes with a sigh.
Pauline soon noticed what was going on but didn't say anything. She stopped massaging Jane who reached back for Pauline's hands and slowly placed them over her own breasts. I watched Pauline's lightly tanned fingers tentatively touch Jane's rounded breasts. Jane was in a world of sensation with her eyes closed and mouth slightly open. I kissed her lips and felt her tongue dart out to meet mine. I pulled back and concentrated on her pussy and was excited to see that Pauline was now pulling and squeezing Jane's nipples, making them swollen and erect. I put a finger inside Jane's pussy and drew circles around her clit with my thumb. Jane was pulling me closer with her feet and making little cries. As Pauline pulled Jane's nipples, she started to lick and bite Jane's neck.
