The long delayed sixth installment of Nancy's Journal. Thanks to Literotica for their help, and thanks also to patient readers still around.
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1. Another friday night.
My life had begun to revolve around these Friday night... whatever you want to call them. It was going to feel strange to not go to the Professor's house next week, but it would look too weird to my parents for me not to go up to Stowe, Vermont with them for our annual holiday vacation. I got to go skiing so rarely these days that I was really looking forward to it.
When I got to the Professor's place that friday night, I went to the bar with Monica, who made me an especially potent vodka and tonic. I explained to her that I would be going with my family to Stowe early next friday, so I wouldn't be able come over. Monica looked a little alarmed but said nothing, and before long I saw a couple of people get escorted in by the Professor.
"I know that kid!" I said to Monica, who was busy making me another rather strong drink. "He was in that movie, Home Alone!"
The younger of the two guys that came into the room did look a whole lot like Maccauley Culkin, but when he opened his mouth, I could easily tell that he wasn't the real deal. He stuttered worse then I did, or should I say used to. I had begun to realize that I was doing a whole lot less of that lately, which was fine with me.
The kid was tall and thin, and had long dirty blonde hair. He was really cute, but boy was he nervous! He couldn't look me in the eye, but kept blushing and pawing at the rug with his shoes.
The man with him was an old guy, and I was trying to figure out why they would be hanging around together. He wasn't old enough to be his father, he was old enough to be his grandfather, for crying out loud! What a freak show this place was, I thought to myself, as I got introduced to this old coot.
This guy was kind of stocky with gray hair and a thick moustache. He looked sort of like the guy that used to lecture you to eat your oatmeal on those commercials. He was older than white dog shit, even older than the Professor, and he looked at me like he was undressing me with his eyes. The feeling was definitely not mutual, but the kid, well he was a different story.
The way I felt toward this boy was reassuring to me. The way I had been reacting when I had been with all of these women during this period was making me think that I might be a lesbian. So what does this make me, bi?
Monica took me into the room for my weekly grooming. I was also getting a little bit hooked on having my pussy smooth shaven. Whether it was the way it looked and felt, or the fact that Monica was so... special at it, I wasn't sure.
"So what do you two have in store for me tonight?" I asked Monica as she ran the razor artfully around my crotch.
"Well, it's not we, it's the Professor, you know that. It's all his ideas" Monica said with a smile. "I do enjoy seeing you though, Nancy. I think that you and Eric are going to have some fun together."
"Which one is Eric?" I inquired bravely, the vodka kicking in on schedule. "Is it Maccauley Culkin or Wilfred Brimley?"
Monica went into a giggle fit upon hearing that, and although I liked the accepting audience for my attempts at humor, it annoyed me that I was being used like this.
"Honestly Nancy, where do you come up with these things?" Monica chuckled. "I imagine you will be spending most of the time with Eric. He's a handsome young boy isn't he?"
"Yeah, I guess he is" I said. "He looks even younger than me."
"Just turned eighteen, so I guess he is a little younger" Monica said. "He has something else in common with you Nancy."
"Are you guys blackmailing him too?" I asked in a tone that came out a little more snotty than I had intended.
"No, I meant that he's a virgin too, just like you" Monica said with an edge in her voice.
"Well, we're both leaving here the same way" I told her. "That is, unless you're planning on taking him on yourself."
"No, I'll leave that up to you" Monica said as she wiped my silky smooth mound clean. "You remember what you did with Bev last week?"
"Of course I remember" I told Monica. "You mean I'm going to put a fake dick on and screw him?"
"No, but you're going to let him do what Bev did to you" Monica said matter-of-factly. "Won't that be fun?"
Well, what Bev did to me last week was to put a fake dick around herself and proceed to stick it in my ass. What she was proposing was obviously for this Eric kid to put the real thing in me. I did stay a virgin, I supposed, but the line was becoming tough to see. How many things are allowed to get jammed into your ass before you're no longer pure?
"What about Pops?" I said. "Please don't tell me he's involved."
"He will be there to help his gra... friend, as sort of an advisor" Monica said as she got up and got my clothes. "You can do some of those things you've learned to do so well with your mouth. Perhaps you'll enjoy it so much you'll want to do other things."
I made a face at that prospect, and then saw what I was going to be wearing.
"I hate this friggin' outfit. It makes me look like a goofy kid!" I said to Monica, as she helped me on with that school uniform of blouse and plaid skirt.
"Oh, I think it makes you look sexy as can be" Monica said as she finished up with me.
Her seal of approval, in addition to a very nice kiss and a couple of well placed squeezes, put me back in good spirits. So with another drink from Monica, I awaited this Eric kid.
2. OH NO!
After making me cool my heels for a few minutes, the rest of this merry band of perverts came into the room, and the Professor came down to talk to me.
"Okay my dear, what you will do is let them undress you, and then you can undress Eric and do what Monica told you to do" the Professor instructed me before going back to his seat.
I stood in front of Eric, who could not raise his eyes off the ground to save his life. Pops came behind me and rubbed his hands up and down my arms, apparently waiting for Eric to do something.
"Well Eric, aren't you going to tell Nancy how pretty she is? Pops suggested.
Eric tried to tell me, I think, and it tortured me to hear him stammering away like that. It also made me feel good to not be the most terrified one in the group. I put my hands on his, and brought them up to my breasts, because I feared that if I didn't then Pops would start groping me.
He smiled when I pulled his hands tight to my breasts, and he began squeezing them ever so softly through all the clothing.
"Doesn't she have nice breasts Eric?" Pop asked. "Wouldn't you like to see them? All you have to do is unbutton her blouse."
Eric was shaking like a leaf, and was having trouble even touching the button, much less undoing it.
"It's okay," I heard myself saying, while actually trying to comfort the kid, "just relax."
I knew that was easier said than done, but once I steadied his hands, he managed to get a couple undone. He looked so excited that he was actually turning me on. Nobody had ever been all that thrilled about getting my blouse off before, so maybe that was part of the way I felt toward him.
Pops was behind me and pulled the blouse off my shoulders the second it came unbuttoned. He unclasped my bra quickly and soon that was off me as well.
The sight of my little boobs didn't calm Eric down any, but in fact seemed to get him even more excited, making him a guy after my heart for sure. He was squeezing and honking on them in a rather amateurish but charming manner, so much so that I barely noticed Pops had gotten my skirt off and was pulling my panties down.
I stepped out of them and tolerated Pops and his hands squeezing my ass cheeks, while looking at Eric's face as he looked down at what Pops had uncovered.
"Check out Molly's pussy Eric" Pops said gruffly. "What do you think about that sweet thing?"
"Nancy" I corrected Pops softly, still trying to figure out where all this Molly shit was coming from.
"No hair" Eric said in a quivering voice that went up a couple of octaves as he managed those two words.
His hand was visibly shaking as he reached down between my legs and ran his trembling fingers over my smooth mound. I started shaking a little myself as I enjoyed the gentle caressing.
"She's a sweetie, that's for sure Eric" Pops said, as I felt him rub up against my backside, his erection poking rudely between my cheeks. "Get your clothes off so she can get a gander at you. I think you've got something she'll like to look at."
Eric started taking his clothes off with a great deal of self-consciousness. He had a cute body, really slender and smooth looking. When he got down to his boxer shorts, he stood trying to cover up the prominent bulge in his boxer shorts.
"Get them off Eric" Pops demanded, and while I was annoyed at his attitude, I was interested in him doing that too.
He pulled them down while facing away from from me, and only after some more urging from Pops did Eric turn around and take his hands away from his crotch.
The kid had nothing to be ashamed off, that was for sure. His dick was really long, a helluva lot longer than most I'd seen, and while it was skinny, I thought it was really nice looking as far as dicks go. It was hard as a rock and bobbed in front of him as he shifted his weight from side to side.
"Say, what do you think of that hunk of meat, dearie?" Pops asked me in a whisper. "Get close to Molly, Eric. Let her get a better look of that nice long cock of yours!"
He walked toward me tentatively, and I smiled and reached my hand out. My fingers wrapped around his throbbing dick, and as I touched it I could feel its incredible warmth and hardness.
