All characters are over 18 no pussies were harmed in the making of this story.
Thanks again to Jennifer for the outline of the story.
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"Ok, this was good," Violet smiled at her friends, "next week we're at Teresa's house and until then, make no move without asking..."
"...What would Jesus do?" The 5 girls said in unison.
They gave each other hugs and kisses on their cheeks and soon Violet was alone to clean up from their weekly SCOL meeting. This group was spawned by Sarah who'd wanted support from friends and like-minded coeds to resist the myriad temptations offered to freshmen at the university. Every week they got together to discuss their urges, pressures from boyfriends, and other enticements to stray.
It was Delilah that came up with the name, and they all immediately embraced Sisterhood of Christ Our Lord, even going as far as to have tee shirts made with SCOL right across the chest.
Laura asked once why get shirts made, especially with the letters stretched across their chests.
Sarah laughed, "John Dillinger was asked, 'Why do you rob banks?' He replied, 'Because that's where the money is.' Why print our cause right here?" She asked, sliding her finger from left to right across her impressive chest, "because that's where the boys' eyes are."
Violet felt a pleasing rush that hopefully, they'd saved Laura from making a life-changing decision as she had been considering letting her boyfriend touch her between her legs. Having four friends who have your back makes being strong so much easier.
She was just drying the last glass when her phone vibrated in her pocket.
"Dr. Blackwood," she said wondering why her former science professor would be calling, "How's Regal Heights High doing?" she asked. "Really, wow...they did?" She thought back to when he'd driven her home and how she kept pulling her skirt down as it rode up. He'd told her it was his dream to invent a drug that changes mankind for the better. She liked his enthusiasm, but he didn't focus on the road ahead as much as she'd have liked. She'd gotten a strange vibe from him even though the conversation was totally innocent, it was his eyes and the periodic look on his face that was a bit disturbing.
Then Marvin Blackwood got to the point and Violet sat down, listening. Finally, she asked, "and this was approved by the FDA? I mean, for trial? That's so exciting. You always were so smart," she smiled into the phone. "Me? When? I mean, I'm at school...classes. I guess, sure...no, no, I can get away. I understand, sure," she sighed. "I could use the money. Ok, I'll drive up next weekend...got it. No, no I get it. Not a word. People steal, evil is in everyone." She felt bad about telling her friends she'd not be able to make next week's meeting but also felt pride he'd asked her plus it was a lot of money.
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"Violet, I have to say it was you who inspired me," the 60-year-old man smiled as he held open the door. "You told me many times my ideas would go to waste without action, and one idea has been gnawing at me for the last year."
He thought back to the first time this girl walked into his class. An extremely hot September day and all the girls were showing as much skin as allowed, except for Violet Sanders. She wore a long skirt and blouse buttoned up but couldn't hide her outstanding 18-year-old teenager's body. He imagined those young perky breasts proudly jutting from her chest, her trimmed pussy...would the color match her blonde tresses or would she have a dark bush? Either way, he'd had to sit behind his desk thinking about her long legs, her thigh gap inviting a fat cock inside.
As he got to know her, he was struck by how bright she was, dedicated to learning, but also how she never had a boyfriend. One afternoon as he was leaving, he'd run into her.
"Dr. Blackwood, I'm impressed. Leaving school on time?" she'd laughed. "I've always had the image of you living here."
Marvin laughed, perhaps a bit more than the comment called for, "I have a life. But I shouldn't ruin your image of me by telling you I have a date tonight." He remembered her blush and that triggered a thought. Her expression and her body language told him she went to the sex part of the date, not the dinner conversation or the holding hands part.
"Why don't I ever hear about you dating?" he'd asked, "sorry. Inappropriate."
Violet smiled and shook her head, "School first, then I'll socialize. Anyhow, guys are just annoying," she'd laughed. They'd arrived at his car and both hesitated.
"Are you into girls? Not judging and it's none of my business."
Violet laughed, "Hell no. Not even close," she said, "Boys are annoying because once you let them do one thing, the next becomes their only goal...then the next. You know what I mean," she said.
Marvin nodded, knowing exactly what she meant. "So, rather than have fun exploring the social side you're happy with focusing on school?" he'd asked.
"Hmm," she chuckled, "Happy? No, but I had a feeling of accomplishment every time I get an A or turn in a well-written paper. That's enough for now...maybe later I'll open up my schedule for boys."