Megan was about to begin her Freshman year at a State University in the Upper Midwest. She chose this campus for a lot of reasons. It was located on a big, beautiful lake. Megan loved to canoe and here she could canoe every afternoon, if she wished. The psychology department was said to be outstanding and Megan intended to be a psych major. For as long as she could remember, that was always one thing she liked to do, to try to figure out human behavior, all the things that made people tick. So she figured she'd turn this inclination of hers first into a major, then maybe into a profession.
And last but not least, this school was said to be lots and lots of fun. It was big and diverse and easy-going, liberal and open-minded. And the students here were reputed to know how to enjoy themselves, something Megan herself was devoted to doing. For a Megan always regarded herself as a sensualist, a hedonist, and somewhat of a party girl!
Every new Freshman, Megan learned from her orientation packet, would be assigned either a Junior or a Senior as a mentor. That mentor would help orient the new student to campus life, and be available for the duration of the first year of college to advise and give support to the Freshman when needed.
Megan just met Valerie that morning. Valerie was a Junior and was to be Megan's mentor. The moment they laid eyes on each other, they breathed a sigh of relief. Megan had already spoken to a couple of new students like herself and learned they were none too happy with the mentors assigned them. And Valerie dreaded mentoring some dull, bland, unpleasant first year student. But right away these two young women, one twenty, the other about to turn twenty-two, could see they would get along very nicely. Maybe it was the way they dressed, sort of casually hip and stylish. Lots of students here were very straight, very square. But Megan and Valerie could see right away they were of a mind. These two were hip babes and they knew it too.
They said hello to each other and then Valerie suggested taking Megan out for a late morning breakfast at a joint she liked a lot. Megan liked it too and the food, she saw right away, was great. That was a good start. Her mentor could have taken her to some plastic fast food joint, which Megan hated.
They talked. Valerie filled Megan in on where she was from, what college life had been like for her these last two years. Valerie already knew a bit about Megan from the material she got from the admissions office. She was aware Megan had taken a year off to work as a model in New York before enrolling for her Freshman year. That of course made Valerie curious. This was unusual route, spending a glamorous year as a young fashion model in Manhattan, then deciding to begin her Freshman year at a large Midwestern university. Valerie wanted to hear what it was like for Megan, taking a year off after high school to do something like that.
And Megan of course had loads of questions for Valerie which Valerie was more than happy to answer. Almost immediately these two began to feel as though they'd known each other a long, long time, rather than just having met.
"You got a regular boyfriend?" Valerie asked Megan.
"I did," Megan said. "A guy in New York, this photographer. But I busted up with him before coming here. I didn't want to drag a long distance relationship with me to campus, you know what I mean? Hey, I'm starting school now, a whole new scene. So I want to meet new people, go out with new guys, have myself some new lovers when I'm ready."
"I couldn't agree more," Valerie said. "So many students, they bring their relationships with them to college, with all those pressures and stuff. It rarely seems to work. All the phone calls and letters, the arguments, the heartaches, the split-ups. Who needs all that shit, right? Plus, someone as cute as you are is going to have no trouble attracting suitors."
"Why thank you. You're pretty cute yourself, Valerie," Megan said. And she meant it. Valerie was tall and slender, an auburn haired beauty with a picture perfect face and a sleek, graceful body. "In fact, you could be a model yourself if you wanted to."
"You really think so?" Valerie asked, loving to hear this from this young woman who actually had herself recently been working as a professional model.
"Absolutely," Megan said.
They sipped their coffee.
"How about you? You got a boyfriend?" Megan asked Valerie.
Valerie shifted in her chair a little and coughed.
"I'm sort of seeing someone now, actually living with them," Valerie said.
"Oh? That's nice, maybe I'll meet him someday," Megan said, as Valerie looked down and took another sip of her coffee.
"Maybe."
"As for me," Megan continued. "For a while I'm just going to stay away from guys. I don't plan to date for a while. In New York, I was going out every night and stuff. But here I'm just going to mellow out."
Megan took a bite of her Danish.
"And when I get horny, I always have these," Megan said, waving her fingers. Valerie perked up, a little amazed that this Freshman was being so frank with her new mentor. Then she smiled.
"Yes, fingers can be a girl's best friends," Valerie said.
"Ain't that the truth!"
"Do you masturbate a lot?" Valerie asked now that Megan had broached this subject, wanting to know a bit more about the intimate life of this Freshman she'd be advising.
"Yeah, when I'm not with anyone, just about every night," she said. "And often in the morning, when I wake up."
Valerie smiled to herself. She expected to know a few things about Megan after this breakfast of theirs, though she didn't think she'd so quickly be privy to knowledge of Megan's masturbatory habits!
"How about you, if you don't mind my asking?" Megan asked her mentor. Maybe if she were just an ordinary eighteen year old Freshman she wouldn't be as brazen as this. But after working as a model in Manhattan for a year, having lived with three other models there, Megan was somewhat precocious for her age, and for her status as a new college Freshman. Plus, with her insatiable curiosity about human behavior, it was no surprise that she was asking probing questions about the sexual behavior of her mentor.
"Oh, I beat off all the time too," Valerie confessed, surprised at how easy it was to 'fess up like this to a younger woman she hardly even knew. "I love getting off like that. You know yourself down there better than anyone. My orgasms that way, they're the strongest."
"Mine too," Megan said. "Anything special about how, when, where you like to beat off? I'm kind of curious. I hope you don't mind. I'm going to be a psych major and I guess I'm just fascinated by all aspects of human behavior"
"Oh, I don't mind at all. That's what a mentor is supposed to be for, right? To answer questions, all sorts of questions. So to answer your question, lately I've been doing it a lot when I take a shower. Or when I'm out somewhere and I start to feel horny? I go take a leak and then, before I pull up my panties, I get myself off."
They looked at each other and then started laughing.
"Listen to us, the way we're talking!" Valerie said, rather amazed at their openness, their frankness about these intimate matters.
"Let's keep talking, then," Megan urged. "Tell me more. Give me the low down on how you masturbate. Got any special tricks, techniques?"
There she was again, Megan always being curious about the behavior of others.
"Naturally I use my fingers, and I got a vibrator I sometimes like to use. How about you?"
