In my small community college I'm considered the popular girl, the one with the thick blond hair, jade green eyes and perfect skin. I know that I am the envy of many students, male and female alike. I was a god amongst mortals there.
But, that doesn't mean I like it. To be stereotyped as a certain person just because of your looks is awful. I have always felt the need to put on a show and take on the role that everyone assumed I was to be. But, with that came low grades. And if I were to ever get out of here and live in a place where I didn't have to be that person, then I had to get my marks up. I managed on my own in every area except math. I really did fall under the typical blonde stereotype when it came to math, I just plain sucked.
So, I took it upon myself to find a tutor. I searched around until I found one right in my own school. I didn't know her name but I always saw her around. it was hard NOT to see her. She was kind of unusual, resembling a flower child, like a girl stuck in the sixties.
She wore beads around her neck and head that were shaped like hearts and moons and flowers. Her tattered and vintage clothing always looked faded and dirty. To top it all off, she had worn the same pair of ratty brown leather sandals for the past two years now.
Her name turned out to be Danny. And, of course, I could never be seen in public with her, so I suggested we have all our sessions, privately, at her house. When I entered her bedroom, inside her sixties era home, I wasn't too surprised to find that her bedroom matched the rest of the house.
"Do you like my room?"
"It's, um, it's-somethin'" I replied as I looked around, taking it all in.
It was messy, yet organized. Her bed looked as if it hadn't been made in years, yet looked like the comfiest thing I had ever seen. Posters that read Make Love Not War covered the walls along with a lot of hanging things made of hemp and beads.
"You're really hung up on the whole flower child bit, aren't you?" I asked her.
Danny smiled. "Yes, yes I am."
About six weeks later, I was able to function on my own in class, felt more confident in the work I was submitting and actually started to get grades about a C-. It was all thanks to Danny.
I didn't have the heart to tell her I didn't need her anymore. She seemed to really enjoy tutoring me and we even became friends over a short period of time. I felt Danny's kind and carefree nature easy to be around and found myself missing her some days.
"Did you know that there was more to the sixties that just protests and flower children?" Danny asked me one day. We were sitting in her room, listening to some strange music while studying.
"Really, like what?"
"Oh you know, free love, make love, not war, that sort of thing. Just imagine what it was like then, people making love whenever the felt like it, anywhere they wanted."
"Wow, I can't even picture that. I guess it's not much different now, though. Girls have sex with guys anywhere. I know Mike expects me to be like the rest of the girls in my group." I thought of my football playing boyfriend, who was more for show than anything else. I only dated him because I thought it would make me popular. "Are you, um, you know, like those girls in the sixties?"
Danny blushed. "No, not really. I mean, I want to be. But I don't really like any guys my age. I-" She blushed even more and turned her gaze back to her notebook.
"What? You what? Come on, you can't start to say something and then just not!" i laughed and tossed a pillow at her.
Danny sighed and then smiled as she rose from her seated position on the floor. I watched as she made her way over to the closet and pull out a small black chest. She unlocked it and lifted the lid, then motioned for me to come and see.
I slid down from the bed and scooted across the floor to peek inside. i gasped in shock at what I saw; an assortment of dildos and vibrators, all ranging in size and color.
"Where did you get these?" I asked, picking up a large red one one.
"I got my first credit card a few months back and, let's just say, I spend a lot of money on internet shopping."
I was still stunned. I had never seen these things in person before, just heard talk of them through the many girls I hung out with.
"Would you like to try one?" Danny offered. "You can borrow one anytime."
I dropped the toy back in the box.
"Oh, no, I don't think it's for me. But Thanks." I was blushing now, and couldn't bring myself to look Danny in the face. Because, for a second, I thought she was offering to use one now...with her. The disappointment was surprising.
Later that night, I laid in bed, unable to shake the image of the big red dildo from my mind. I also couldn't shake the image of Danny using it. I looked at her in a whole new light now.
The next few times Danny and I hung out, she couldn't stop talking about her secret hobby. She shared intimate details with me, giving me more mental images, while I sat and just nodded. One day she broke out a collection of pornography magazines. They were all sexy women, naked, touching each other, touching themselves. The images were enough to make me wet.
We browsed through her collection for the next few days, both in silence as we scanned the pages and learned from some of the images. But, one day, Danny broke the silence.
"Vanessa, would you like to see what I do to myself with my toys?"
I gasped, something I did a lot around Danny lately, but was surprised to find that the answer was yes. I wanted to see her use her toys. I wanted to see her naked body move and act like the ones in the magazines. So I just nodded.
Danny just grinned happily. "Lock the door."
Danny dropped her shorts and then her white cotton panties to the floor. My heart sped up as I watched her lift her tie-died shirt over her head. Danny never wore bras and her breasts were small and round. I noticed that her nipples were hard already.
"Now, hold up a magazine, any one, so I can watch while I do it."
Still speechless, I scrambled for a magazine and opened it to the centerfold. My fingers gripped the pages as I held it up for Danny. She stood on her knees, completely naked, facing me. Then, she grabbed the big red dildo, the one I liked, and licked the tip.
"Now, watch carefully," she instructed. "Because you're next."
