This is a story loosely based on my experiences in college. Loose enough that this could be called fiction. Obviously names and dates have been changed. All characters mentioned in sexual references are 18 years of age or older. I hope you love my characters. Enjoy!
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Ash was glad she'd decided to wear a hoodie. It was a chilly night as she and Cheyenne made their way up the gravel to the farmer's fieldhouse. It was a big, wide building at the end of a large parking lot. Ash didn't think it looked like a comfortable venue.
"So a bunch of kids are dancing here?" Ash asked her professor, as they bypassed the front office doors and walked along the side of the large building.
"Oh, yeah," Cheyenne said. "They do this every year. And not a bunch of kids. Just daughters and fathers."
"Right, right," Ash said, as they approached the side door. She was feeling a bit nervous. She didn't want to seem unsure and disappoint her teacher, but she didn't know what to expect. Cheyenne seemed not to notice and as she swung open the door, Ash's confidence grew.
They walked through a short hallway and opened another set of double-doors. Ash gasped when she entered the large spacious forum. The entire area was bathed in a warm blue light. In front of Ash and Cheyenne, there were tables for four draped in cloth. Small bowls of soups and salads were on each table. Across the room was a large open floor where girls aged five to ten were dancing with their fathers.
"Oh, this is so cute," Ash said, as she stared around the big room.
"I know, right!" Cheyenne said, beaming down at Ash.
They moved toward the floor, through the tables, where a few daddy-daughter couples were sitting and eating. Ash looked up and saw Cheyenne was already snapping photos as she walked. Ash hastily followed suit and soon realized this was the perfect opportunity to hone her photography skills.
The lighting was gorgeous in the room. The DJ was playing kid-friendly jams which had smiles on all the childrens faces. Ash played with her settings and her camera's focus, wanting to be sure she captured the excitement.
She was just beginning to wonder how you get an invite to something like this when she saw Cheyenne waving her over. She was standing off to the side of the dance floor with one of the fathers. He was older and Ash thought he had a handsome, silver fox, quality about him.
"Hey, Ash. This is the director of the dance, Charlie Shrowder. This is one of my students."
"Ah, nice to meet you.... Ash is it?" he said enthusiastically, shaking her hand before turning back to Cheyenne. "So, Monica bailed on us this year, huh?"
"She's had a busy senior year," Cheyenne said. "I guess she needed a break. Luckily USI is full of ambitious students."
"Of course, it's still a shame," Shrowder said, looking as though he was reliving a beautiful memory.
"What's a shame?" Ash asked, snapping the gentleman out of his daze.
"Oh ...um Emily ....my daughter...has taken a liking to Monica. That's all," he said, smiling as a small girl came running up to his side. She began tugging him toward the dance floor as the Cha-cha Slide began playing. "Okay, okay. I'm dancing. Thanks again for coming, Cheyenne. Good to meet you Miss Ash."
He joined his daughter and the other fathers on the dance floor. Ash and Cheyenne exchanged bemused looks watching the old, mostly white, mostly out-of-shape dads try to do a dance invented for children. It made for great pictures.
The girls were all in dresses that ranged from cute to spectacular and most of the dad's were in suits. There was a kid-sized chocolate fountain which resulted in some hysterical photos. At one point, Ash was taking a photo of a group when someone walked right through her line of sight.
Annoyed at first, Ash checked her camera screen. The big bearded father was carrying his smiling daughter and the camera had focussed on the two at the last second resulting in a beautiful photograph. Ash couldn't be happier.
The dance ended with applause for the DJ and many people thanking Ash and Cheyenne before they left.
"O-M-G that was so perfect and cute," Ash said walking with Cheyenne back to her jeep.
"Glad you liked it," Cheyenne said, climbing into the car.
They sped off down the road back toward campus, chatting away about the evening.
"It's just like that every year?"
"The chocolate fountain was new."
"Yeah, that was neat," Ash said, still scrolling her pics. "Oh here's that Shrowder guy and his daughter. She was the cutest. I hope I get an invite back next year."
"Sure, why wouldn't you get one? They do it every year."
"Weeellll," Ash started. "Mr. Shrowder seemed a bit hung up that Monica couldn't make it. Whoever she is."
"Mmmm," Cheyenne said, through pursed lips as she drove. "You caught that too?"
"At first I thought he.....I don't know what I thought," Ash said. "Did he make a pass at your student?"
"Hey, I don't know what happened," Cheyenne said, an odd expression on her face. "She's a grown woman. You wanna get a 'ride home' from a married man, gots nothing to do with me."
"Oh... talk about high drama."
"Yeah. Not sure it's his daughter that took a liking to Monica."
"And he's married?"
"Oh yeah. Mrs. Shrowder is the nicest lady. Maybe we'll see her this spring at the Mommy-daughter brunch. "
"That sounds like another super cute day," Ash said.
Ash directed Cheyenne to her dorm and Cheyenne explained when she got the money from the dance she could compensate Ash.
"Thanks so much," Ash said. "I've never been paid for photos. Hopefully I was as good as Monica."
"You were fine, I'm sure. Just email me what you got. I'm glad you had a good time."
Ash smiled and leaned across the center to hug Cheyenne. When Ash sat back, Cheyenne's arms were still holding her sides. She was staring down at Ash, her grey eyes glowing with passion. Ash's eyes widened slightly when Cheyenne leaned forward again and her heart jumped into her throat when their lips met.
It wasn't a french make out, but it was no small peck, either. Ash's eyes opened as they pulled apart. Cheyenne ran her fingers through Ash's short hair before sitting back in her seat.
"I'll see you in class, Ash," Cheyenne smiled. "Can't wait to see your photos."
Ash beamed at Cheyenne before she opened the door and slid out of her Jeep.
Cheyenne gave a quick wave through the window before she wheeled away. Ash walked back to her dorm with a bit of a strut.
'I guess I'm her favorite student too,'
she thought.
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Jayson woke up comfortable even on the small bed. To his right, his freckled girlfriend was in a deep sleep. Her long, reddish-brown, hair was tucked behind her head like a small pillow. One of her light pink nipples, crowned by her wide areola, poked out from under the blankets.
Jayson felt a stirring on his left. He turned and saw Christa as she emerged from her wild mane of crimson hair. She blinked a few times before she saw Jayson staring her down. Her dark pink nipples popped into view as Christa sat up a bit.
"Hey," she said in a sleepy, sultry voice.
Jayson simply smiled before laying his head back against his pillow. As Christa snuggled closer, with her head on Jayson's chest, her hand brushed against Jayson's hard dick. Her pussy clenched. She looked over to Brent's empty bed before sneaking a glance at Angelica.
With her still snoring, Christa slowly reached for Jayson's cock and wrapped her fingers around it. She knew Jayson was awake, but he did not move as she explored his dick with her fingers. He felt long and smooth compared to what she was used to.
Without causing a stir, Christa eased the blankets down his abdomen, skillfully keeping Angelica covered on Jayson's left, so as not to disturb her. Once his dick was uncovered, Christa sunk her head and her lips pulled his cock into her mouth.
Christa was only slurping for a few seconds when the toilet flushed. Jayson and Christa locked eyes. The sink ran and Christa popped off Jayson's dick right before the door swung open. As Brent came out of the bathroom, Christa feigned sleep, covering her tits and Jayson's cock.
Brent scoffed and shook his head at the two white girls, nestled on either side of Jayson. He left the room with a slam that was loud enough to cause Angelica to stir. She lifted her head off Jayson's chest and blinked her eyes a few times before spotting the alarm clock.
"Shit!" she whispered, hopping out of bed. "We really slept til 9:30?
"What's up?" Jayson asked as Angelica scrambled through her bag, her plump tits swinging back and forth.
"I've got an appointment with my family in half an hour."
"Your family?" Christa said, sitting up as well.
"The family I'm tutoring for," she said, pulling out some clothes and dashing to the restroom.
Christa and Jayson heard the shower start. They looked at each other, Christa seeing the bemused look on Jayson's face. Jayson flipped the blanket down, revealing his hard dick and he looked expectantly at Christa.
"Really?" she scoffed. "You don't wanna wait on Angelica?"
"She can catch up," he said, grabbing her red hair and guiding her down to his cock. She slowly engulfed his entire shaft, until his cockhead rested in the back of her throat. She gagged on his cock for a few seconds, before pulling back and flicking his cockhead with her tongue.
Listening to Jayson's moans, Christa continued this technique. Whenever she felt Jayson's thrusting getting too forceful, she'd slow or even stop her movements, bringing Jayson back down. She wasn't trying to make him come. Her goal was torture.
As Jayson watched the redhead repeatedly swallow his cock, his tension grew to a boil and each time, Christa slowed, delaying his climax. He humped into Christa's slurping mouth and even tried holding her head when he was close. But Christa was too skilled and eventually they heard the shower turn off.
Christa pulled Jayson's cock from her throat.
"We should get dressed."
"Get dressed?" Jayson asked, as Christa crawled out of the bed. "You're gonna just leave me like this?"
Christa looked up as she pulled on her clothes and saw Jayson tugging at his hard black dick.
"Not my responsibility," she said with a shrug.
The restroom door opened and Angelica came in and spotted Jayson still naked in the bed.
"Can't you hurry?" she snapped. "I need you to take me to town."
