It's been a long time since I posted a story! ENJOY.
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Some things are worth trying, even if you only do it once. Life's too short to play it safe.
In deep thought, Samantha dragged her pencil over the page in front of her. English literature had been her passion, but that was no longer the case.
"Samantha? Samantha? I asked you a question!" A stern male voice snapped her back to reality.
Laughs and snickers filled the room.
"I'm sorry Professor Daley, I..." She shook her head and slid further down in her seat. Her cheeks flushed from embarrassment.
Professor Daley's eyes narrowed. "I'm sure you are, Samantha. Why don't you tell us what you were thinking about?" He took a seat at his desk and folded his arms.
"Probably that hot ass boyfriend and how he hit it from all angles," a classmate shouted.
Others whistled and cooed in jest.
You got that right!
Samantha smirked at the comment, knowing that girl was just jealous. Yeah she was lucky, in fact more than, with such a hunk for a man to call her own. But that wasn't what ruled her thoughts right now. Samantha's fantasies involved something deeper, darker than Nick could provide. He was a good man, fabulous in bed, but he didn't possess the right equipment.
Not quite.
"Ahem, um..." She sat back up straight and curled the brown stray hairs around her ear. Trying to collect her thoughts, she inhaled sharply. "Well professor, I was thinking about the poem you asked me to enter into the contest for Strong Women's Prose."
"Oh, really?" Daley's face softened at those words.
"Yeah, I um... wanted to change it before I sent it in for the final time if you don't mind, Sir." Sam added a grin for good measure.
"Oh my God, no you did not! You're not gonna believe that are you, Professor?" The same girl, Delilah was her name, yelled out, seemingly annoyed by Sam's attempt to save herself further embarrassment.
"Sure, I... I can. Give it to me tomorrow and then I'll send it in. And Sam," Professor Daley got up from his chair. "Though I appreciate you taking this task seriously, we do have a lot of important things to discuss in class. Midterms are coming up you know."
"Yes sir." Samantha drew up her lips and sneered at Delilah. She wished she could pull that bitch's hair away from her scalp.
Delilah seemed to have it out for her ever since she started dating Nick last year. Before, they had at least been cordial to each other but now she'd become a raging cunt.
It didn't matter though because Samantha knew she got the upper hand on Delilah. She had top honors in her sights, a promising writing career, and a hot man on her arm.
However, there was only one thing missing...
A woman
Yep, another woman to rock her and Nick's world now and into the not so distant future.
Once Samantha convinced Professor Daley about her poem, class went on without any further hitches. Sam endeared herself to her favorite teacher again and Delilah didn't make any more comments. And really how could she after Samantha basically pulled herself back together, thinking fast on her feet?
If she wasn't dreaming about the video she watched last night after Nick went to bed, she might've been more attentive in class.
Instead of a movie, it was a montage of hot scenes with beautiful women pleasuring each other while one lady took control over all of them. This dominatrix, Shelly, demanded the so called straight women perform cunnilingus on the lady next to them and make them come. Samantha couldn't help but be drawn to the facial expressions, the moaning, the sight of neatly trimmed vaginas being orally assaulted with a combination of tongue and fingers.
"Whew." Just recalling the footage caused a warm trickle between her thighs. She squeezed her legs together to relieve the pressure.
Nick would have to do a lot to satisfy this feeling until she got what she wanted.
Of course, her man always hit a home run when it came to pleasuring her, but Samantha desired a woman's touch to complete their union. Only a lady who fit her exact specifications would do.
The moment the bell sounded, her and her classmates closed their books and got ready to head out into the hallway. She grabbed her English text, tossing it in her bag, then stood to get in the single file line to leave the room.
Daley treated his college students like elementary school kids when it came to things like this. His argument was, 'he refused to have forty people run out of class like a herd of buffalo.'
"Sam? Hey Sam, wait up!" Another female voice sounded.
Sam's one and only best friend, Carrie grabbed her arm. "That Delilah is a trip. You'd think that girl would let things go after a while right?"
"Yeah, but she won't. I'm not really worried about her though. I got him and she didn't. And that bugs her."
"Yep, you're a lucky gal too. Do you know how many girls Nick dated before you?"
Sam grimaced when Carrie mentioned other girls. She wasn't the overly jealous type, but just based on principle, she didn't want to hear about her man's past conquests. "I know he had quite a bit. We talked about it before we had sex. He wants to stop using condoms, but I'm not sure it's a good idea."
"Didn't both of you get tested?"
