Violet didn't remember the drive home, her mind replaying the series of most intense pleasures she'd ever experienced. She pulled into her parking space and looked over at the large check on the passenger seat. Had she just whored herself out? Whored is the word...engaging in sex for money. Then again, was that just a side effect? It all seemed so clinical before the red haze. She didn't have to ask herself the question. Jesus would never do that...though it recurred to her for the hundredth time the absurdity of the question pertaining to having sex with men. Jesus wasn't gay...as far as she knew. Though he did hang around with men all the time.
She was happy she didn't have to face her friends, not that she didn't want to see them eventually, she just wanted to process what she'd done, done willingly and happily. Plus, there were topics not suitable for the Sisterhood of Christ Our Lord. Then she recalled the image of her former professor's naked flabby body and shuddered. He'd been on top of her exposed body, been inside her with that veiny purple shaft...he'd spewed his gooey sperm inside her. She wanted to throw up remembering how she'd begged him to fuck her cunt...she'd said that, "fuck my cunt!" At least her mother insisted she go on the pill when she'd started college, but just the same, how gross was that?
Her anger initially directed at Dr. Blackwood now was at herself. She was no virgin but letting herself go like that and with a really old guy was just wrong. Then there were the many orgasms. She never knew what one felt like, never considered them important but now she felt differently about them. She still couldn't grasp the strange memory that during an orgasm nothing in the world mattered more than the intense feelings. She tried to pinpoint the exact feelings during her orgasms, but all she could come up with was an analogy. Imagine the agony of a dentist drilling into a nerve, but the nerve instead delivers mind-blowing pleasure. Oh, and the tooth is between her legs, she mentally chuckled.
That night as she got ready for bed an idea she'd rarely had grew in her mind. By the time she was between the sheets in her pajamas all attempts to divert the images failed and she slid a hand under her flannel bottoms and then under her panties. She'd touched herself a few times in the past enjoying the pleasant feeling it invoked, but never had the intense almost electrical explosion she'd felt at Dr. Blackwood's. She felt wet and not as if she'd peed herself, this was different...not quite oily but very slick. When she touched her clit she gasped. Never in the past had she had such a jolt and after yanking her hand out she went back to rubbing her now wetter labia. Another thing, she didn't like the feel of her sticky pubic hair and now understood why all the models were shaved.
She gave up trying to get the amazing arousal back when suddenly the red haze covered her brain and with it an intense awareness of her nipples. Her finger explored her body from her tits to the throbbing of her pussy, Everything seemed ultra-sensitive, even her hair follicles. She had to yank off all her clothes as it got uncomfortably warm in her bed, immediately putting a hand between her legs after kicking the flannel PJs onto the floor. One finger, then a second plunged into the now sopping slit. Her ass was lifting off the bed, her wrist a blur as she pistoned her fingers into her pussy, angling to grind against her hardened clit. 'Christ,' she thought wishing she had another hand as she pulled on a nipple. "Oh God!" she spat as the wonderfully painful ache grew inside her.
The image of Dr. Blackwood's naked body with the long thin cock approaching her pussy popped into her head. What an incredibly arousing sight, a naked man with a hard cock wanting to fuck her...erect because of her, because of her body. She'd lifted her ass off the couch impatiently for him to penetrate her. He didn't need to move as she rapidly thrust her crotch against his rigid shaft. She exploded as she remembered gripping his bony ass and pulling him hard inside her.
The next morning she felt shame as she rolled naked off the bed. Her favorite pajamas were torn and her sheets were all untucked. Seeing the stains, she'd have to change the sheets.
After showering and putting on her Sunday dress, she steeled herself for church and what she'd say in the confessional...not to mention trying to work out how to lie to her friends. No way could she admit doing everything she'd done and how great it was...then there was the NDA she'd signed. Could she even confess?"
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"Vi!" Sarah ran up to hug her friend, "How was your weekend? Did you see anyone?" she asked happily.
Violet shook her head, "It was fine. I visited with an old professor and saw my parents. Nothing to write home...or back to school about."
Sarah took her friend's arm, "Mary met a guy and he's seen the Lord. They spent the night together and he didn't try anything, just talked. I think she's in love," she grinned.
"That's great, but he's a boy...boys might have found Jesus but they worship their penises more. She should be careful," she said quietly, "boys want girls to take care of their erections. Let's go find a pew so we can sit together."
When the service was over, the 5 girls headed back to Laura's dorm room four of the five chattering happily. After getting sodas and flopping onto the bed, chairs, and floor. Delilah looked at Violet, "Ok. You're usually the most talkative. What's up? Something happen this weekend?"
Violet shook her head, "Nothing, really there's nothing. I'm just tired is all," she said. She'd been wondering how to shave between her legs and that was definitely not a SCOL topic of discussion. The thought of asking 'What would Jesus do?' on this subject caused her to giggle.
"What? What's funny?" Mary asked, "did something funny happen this weekend?"
Violet sighed, she might as well tell them something. "An old professor contacted me asking if I'd like to take part in a new drug trial...it's not exactly a drug but a mixture of vitamins and minerals. I'm not allowed to say anything about it...signed a non-disclosure agreement." She saw the expectant look on their faces. "I was just thinking about some of the pictures I had to describe. Never mind, you had to be there."
"That's so cool," Mary said. I was in a trial for anti-depressants last fall. I got paid $50! How much did he pay you?"
Violet blushed, "um," she reached into her purse and handed Mary the check.
"Holy moly!" the girl yelped, "Can we get in on this?" She handed the check to the other girls who all whistled.
Violet blushed, "I'm not sure. I could ask," she said. She didn't want to divulge the nature of the trial and the things she did plus, these girls were just too innocent so she changed the subject, "you met a boy? Is he cute?"
"Really cute. And tall. He's 6' 6"," she giggled, "He's an Episcopalian, but I can live with that," she smiled. "We went to his house and when he asked me up to his room I was really nervous but we read the bible and talked about different passages all night."
"He never touched you?" Violet asked.
"Sure he did, we hugged a few times but his hands stayed away from...you know," Mary blushed.
They went off talking about boys and trying to find one who's religious and not after 'the one thing.'
