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Sakura was sitting straight as a Newell post, hands clasped over her closely set knees. The skirt Paxton had chosen for her was tighter than she was used to, and she was acutely aware of how much her thighs were revealed in her current position. Her blouse was eggshell beige, creating a strong contrast with the crisp, black skirt without overstating her presence. Dr. Lanyard slouched in the padded chair behind his desk looking at her over the top of his glasses. His hands were clasped in front of him, and he was nervously tapping his thumbs together, revealing the discomfort with long moments of silence she’d seen in so many people since her arrival. But she had nothing to say, so she said nothing. The man raised his thumbs and scratched at his chin through several days’ worth of dark stubble. His hair was spangled with occasional grey which had yet to reach his face. “Don’t you have any questions…” he peered at the monitor on the corner of his desk, “…Sakura?” She gave the question a moment of sincere consideration, even though she sensed he was only trying to fill an empty space. “No, sir,” she finally said. “I am thankful for your good advice, and I believe my schedule will be very fine.” Her legs were bare, and she was deeply conscious of the total baldness of her pussy. Paxton had not allowed panties. She lowered her eyes and squeezed her thigh muscles. Ever since Elizabeth had been keeping her completely shaved, she felt in touch with every pore of her tender skin. It was as if she were gradually becoming a new organism. “You can change your mind about any of your courses up to three weeks into the semester, but they’re all basic requirements you’ll need to pass before you can graduate anyway. Might as well just get them out of the way in your first year.” It was the second time her academic advisor had told her as much. “Yes, sir,” she nodded as if she were hearing it for the first time, surreptitiously squeezing her thighs. Lanyard’s eyes drifted briefly to the front of her short sleeved blouse. Paxton had allowed her to wear a demi bra after Elizabeth protested it would’ve been mean to force her to go to her first meeting on campus without a bra at all. Her nipples had ridden above the lace edges of its abbreviated cups. Between the silky roughness of the lace and the breeze light brush of the silk blouse, her nipples had been swollen even before setting foot in her advisor’s office. Ever since arriving in the country, she’d grown increasingly self-conscious of the prodigious size of her nipples. Elizabeth’s struck her as being dainty yet fierce at the same time, with the deep coral flush that suffused them when they grew hard. Sakura’s were so large and agonizingly sensitive they were practically sexual organs in and of themselves. Elizabeth had told the girl she was envious, but Sakura felt she was truly the envious one. Lanyard shifted in his chair to lean forward onto his desk. He took his glasses off and set them aside on top of a manila folder overstuffed with papers. His eyes were a shade of deep chocolate, and his gaze seemed more intent without his glasses. His look slowly drifted down, over the thick points of her nipples, to the supple roundness of her thighs. As he brought his eyes back up to meet hers, she moved her hands to her lap and crossed her legs. His eye contact held. The brief touch of air on her unprotected pussy made Sakura’s blood run warmer, even as she regretted the bold foolishness of her gesture. It was the first time since her arrival that she’d done anything of importance on her own. It wasn’t like her. Lanyard was a careless man. He should’ve been more careful in his way of looking at the young coeds who sat in his office trusting his guidance. As a professor at Regent College – a small, highly exclusive and costly school – he was too rough around the edges to seem professional. He was a handsome enough man, fit looking, but unshaved and in need of a haircut. He wore jeans and an oxford shirt that wasn’t tucked in and open too far down his chest. No college or university in her homeland would ever take such a man seriously. He was nothing compared to Paxton. “You’re not exactly the typical freshman I meet with here,” he told her. “You’re a little older, for one thing. And the obvious cultural difference aside, I have to admit I’m a little worried about your fitting in and feeling comfortable here.” She nodded. “Thank you for your concern, sir. I have no doubt I will receive a very fine education here.” While his eyes were still steadily on hers, she squeezed her thighs hard. With her legs crossed, the extra pressure on her clit was nearly tortuous. The image flashed Sex hikayeleri unbidden through her mind of Paxton’s solidly defined buttocks flexing as he straddled her naked body on his bedroom floor. He’d been facing her feet, dragging his inflated cock across her skin to tease his wife’s mouth while she’d been licking Sakura’s pussy. Even in his nastiest, most lust intoxicated moments, Paxton maintained his innate sense of elegance and decorum. Nor did he ever miss an opportunity to voice his undying love for his beautifully sensuous wife. “An education is more than just sitting in a classroom taking notes,” Lanyard said. “It’s also about being part of a whole community. Forging friendships. Spontaneous discourse. It’s about the whole environment you’re in.” “Thank you, sir. I will remember your important words.” The advising professor flopped back into his chair and sighed, a strain of exasperation showing on his face. It didn’t matter. Her purpose was no one’s concern but hers and the Paxtons’. The man finally pulled a business card out of the top drawer of his desk. He quickly wrote something on it and slid it across the desk. “My email address, office and cell numbers. Don’t hesitate to get in touch if you need something.” “Am I excused now, sir?” “Unless you have anything to ask…I guess you are.” As she uncrossed her legs, she caught his eyes darting between them. In the fleeting second she imagined he could see the flash of her bare pussy, she thought she knew the sensation of what it would be like to be someone else. Someone thoroughly unlike her. She stood up, straining to keep her outward calm as she stepped toward the desk to pick up the card. She took a moment to study it, then looked over at the professor’s face. He was watching her nipples, not realizing he’d been caught. “I’m sure everything will be fine,” she said. He brought his eyes up to her face. “I don’t do this, by the way. In case you’re wondering.” “Sir?” “I don’t give my personal number to students.” “Just me?” Her blood ran a couple more degrees hotter. She wasn’t trying to tease him. And yet she was. She didn’t like him. And yet she did. He was unappealing. And yet he was. “Something like that, yes. Please don’t share it with anyone.” “Thank you for your kindness,” she said. The smooth skin at the very apex of her thighs was beginning to feel slick. She took a deep breath, pushing the full roundness of her stiff-tipped breasts against her snug blouse. She was sure Paxton would have her recount the details of her day – this meeting that had really concluded several minutes ago. She could already see the faintest of smiles on his graceful mouth as he listened with Olympian patience and calm. She wondered if he would expose himself and stroke his cock as she recounted the landmarks of her behavior. Perhaps he would instruct his beautiful wife to stroke him. Either way, she would admire them both beyond reason, yearning to be more like them – so perfectly in tune with themselves and each other. It was like watching a kind of harmonious dance of loving spirits. She wondered if Dr. Lanyard’s cock was hard – if he’d tried to touch himself beneath his desk at any time during the conference. It was appealing to think the appearance of a man’s cock had something to do with the character and bearing of the man himself. But that was a purely fanciful thought. Even so, she wanted to giggle aloud over the thought of comparing the professor’s cock to Paxton’s. Her right hand moved upward to worry at the tips of her jet black hair dangling near the conspicuous impression of her nipple. She raked her long nails over the nub in the same gesture, daring the professor to look. He accepted the challenge, his face as impassive as she hoped her own still was. “Normally,” he said, “I meet with new students at various intervals throughout the first semester. Just to touch base and make sure everything is going well. But I’m available at any time.” “That’s very kind, sir.” She sensed he didn’t want her to leave, that if she walked around his desk he would turn in his chair and hold out his arms to pull her onto his lap. Her skirt would lift to an unsightly height. He would grow so hard against the firm spheres of her ass. He would sigh and touch her hair, her face, the aching tips of her inconvenient breasts. His clumsy hand would slide between her thighs and search out her uncovered pussy. It was a cloying agony to need someone’s deepest touch at a time like this when the practical demands of life required her attention. It was wrong to feel such a need in the presence of someone other than the one she needed. She turned Sikiş hikayeleri to retrieve her handbag and folders on the second chair in front of Lanyard’s desk. Then, without another word, she walked out of his office. Elizabeth was waiting. She was standing against the car. The charcoal grey suit she was wearing would’ve looked severely businesslike if the skirt hadn’t been so short. The waist length coat was crisp and buttoned to a couple of inches above her sternum. Without a blouse or bra, the buttery tone of her skin was striking against the tailored cut of the material. Her cleavage was moderate, yet impossibly demanding of notice. Her legs were long and deceptively contoured for being as slender as they were. The blonde smiled as Sakura approached. She’d lowered the top of the Z3, and she held her usual warm yet distant smile. But the more the younger woman came to know her, the less distant her smile became. “Well?” Elizabeth’s tone was as close to excitement as Sakura had ever heard, and she felt a deep sense of comfort in the woman’s eagerness to know how the meeting had gone. “I will have to come four days each week,” she said apologetically. “I tried to make it less, but…” “That’s perfectly all right,” Elizabeth broke in. “Please remember how happy we are you’re here. I’m happy to make sure you get wherever you need to go until you’re able to get a license and be more independent.” “I understand, but it is hard not to feel like a bother sometimes.” Elizabeth’s smile widened, and she took hold of the younger woman’s wrists. “You’re a gift, Sakura. A very beautiful, precious gift to both of us. We traveled quite extensively, you know. We met with so many young women. But you…Mr. Paxton and I just looked at each other and knew.” Sakura believed she remembered the moment – the look they’d exchanged in their first lunch in that waterfront restaurant in Nagasaki. It felt good to let the smile burst across her face after working so hard to remain stoically cordial throughout her meeting with Lanyard. It felt like prettiness. After a moment, the blonde’s eyes drifted lower. Sakura watched the woman’s face as she studied the conspicuously erect nipples in relief against her blouse. Her eyes lifted again, and her hands slid up the young, Asian woman’s bare arms. When Sakura felt Elizabeth’s thumbs graze over the hard, thick tips pressing into her blouse, her hands trembled and her pulse jumped. She was intensely aware of how they were standing in the open. Even though the small, tree-lined campus was calm and quiet two weeks before classes would begin, it was anything but deserted. There were a half dozen other cars in the parking lot, and the possibility anyone could walk by at any moment made her fingertips numb. It wasn’t the first time she and Elizabeth had been out on their own without Paxton, but it was the first time the other woman had touched her intimately outside her husband’s instructions. Sakura was sure the man was somehow behind his wife’s behavior. In a sense, it was the first time a woman had touched her this way at all. With Paxton standing by giving instructions, she still felt the illusion of being touched by a man, even if by proxy. The woman’s hands, but the man’s wishes. Still, this was different. It was only the two of them, and whatever Paxton may have instructed his wife to do, she was as sharp and creative a creature as she was sensuous. She would not be above improvising, and Sakura would probably never know where the husband’s instructions ended and the wife’s own devices began. However much the younger woman admired Elizabeth’s poise and beauty, she had never been attracted in such a way to a woman. But her thumbs – soft-hard pads brushing back and forth over the silk skin of her blouse, teasing the wild heat of her blood into those aching tips. “How long have you been feeling so…stimulated?” the blonde asked calmly. “Were you feeling a bit on edge in your meeting?” Sakura lowered her eyes. She found herself staring directly into the creamy depression between the other woman’s breasts. It wasn’t what she’d meant to do, but her skin was pampered and flawless. The scent of her subtle perfume seemed suddenly much more present. “Yes,” Sakura replied softly. She didn’t have to look up to know what kind of smile was surely on Elizabeth’s face. “You have spectacular breasts. Spectacular nipples. The professor…he was…distracted?” “Yes.” She wished the blonde would break her calm control and at least press harder, take her nipples in her fingers to pinch and twist. The woman’s patient restraint was agonizing, especially after the way her teasing of the professor Erotik hikaye had backfired. “I know he must have loved looking at those pretty legs. So bare. So…smooth. In that skirt, I have to imagine he saw quite a lot.” “Yes.” Her voice came down to a stage whisper. The nagging pulse of heat in her pussy was beginning to fan out in waves. “Did you think he’s a handsome man?” the blonde asked, finally exerting a very slight increase in the pressure of her thumbs. “Perhaps. Handsome enough. But nothing compared to your husband.” “My husband is a rare jewel. It hardly seems fair to make the comparison.” “And yet impossible not to.” “Of course, you’re right. Still…you caught him looking at your legs when he was straining to appear professional, yes?” “Yes.” “And you wondered what he would think or want to do to you if he’d known your precious little pussy flower was completely uncovered…yes?” “Oh…yes.” “And it made you…” “Yes.” “…wet.” “You speak as if you were there.” “We know about people, Mr. Paxton and I,” she said. “About men, most especially. And the moment we knew who your advisor would be my husband had his background investigated. We’re not about to allow just anyone influence your life without knowing who they are. And Lanyard’s professional reputation is impeccable.” The blonde took one of Sakura’s nipples between her thumb and index finger, pinching and twirling the thick, sensitive nub while she opened the uppermost button on her jacket with the other hand. She pushed the sides further open, exposing her own, tightly gathered nipples. Then she reached for the coed’s unattended nipple and rolled it in her fingers just as hard as the other. “Am I the first woman to ever suckle those exquisite nipples, Sakura?” “Yes…ma’am. I was sure you must realize that.” “I suspected. But I wanted to hear you tell me. And have you ever suckled another woman’s nipples?” “Yes.” “Are you thinking about it now?” “Oh, yes.” The blonde let go of Sakura’s nipples and moved behind the car to open the trunk. The newly registered freshman placed her things in the small compartment. Elizabeth closed the lid and faced the younger woman again. “Put your hands inside my jacket,” she demanded gently. “Feel my br-…no. Feel my tits, Sakura. Fondle me. Squeeze my flesh with those beautiful hands.” Sakura slid her hands into the gap where the other woman’s jacket hung open. Her palms slid over the soft contours of the graceful, half exposed mounds. They were silent a few moments. The younger woman cupped Elizabeth’s breasts in her hands and squeezed with audacious pressure. “Do you like them?” asked the blonde. “You are very beautiful.” “What do you think Mr. Paxton would think if he could see us now?” “I think he would remain very calm on the outside, but I think he would be very aroused.” The blonde uttered a mild laugh. “You’re coming to know us well,” she said. “You envy me, don’t you?” “Yes, but I hope not in a bad way.” “No, my sweet. I didn’t mean it that way. But I wonder what you’d think if you really knew how much more I envy you?” “I do not understand that.” Elizabeth lowered her right hand and slipped it between Sakura’s thighs. The younger woman’s breath caught as the hand slid high, lifting the hem of her skirt with the gesture. Fingers pressed and dragged along the wet swell of her pussy lips. “That’s your professor’s window, isn’t it?” the blonde said, nodding through the leaves of the tree she’d parked under toward the second floor window where the meeting had been. Sakura nodded. Her grip tightened on Elizabeth’s breasts as the fingers merged with her slick folds. “I wonder if he can see us now,” the blonde mused. “Alone in his office, after your prim, unpracticed teasing. Do you suppose he’s there? Now? Caressing his excited cock as he watches us here?” “I…don’t know…” Elizabeth pulled her hand from between the younger woman’s thighs and smoothed her skirt back into place with both hands. Then she took the girl’s wrists and pulled her hands free of her breasts, holding the empty pair of hands between them as she gazed into Sakura’s watery eyes. “The next time you have a meeting with him, you’ll know the second you see the look in his eye. You’ll know.” Sakura nodded and Elizabeth let go of her wrists. The blonde held the wet finger she’d been rubbing her pussy with to the newly registered freshman’s lips. “Taste yourself. Do you know how sweet you are?” The younger woman’s lips parted and the finger slipped between them. She sucked. Tasting her own dew. Rolling her tongue until the finger slipped away. The blonde was smiling as wide a smile as Sakura had seen before. “It’s been such a busy morning for you,” she announced. “What do you say we just get in the car and do something fun?” Without waiting for a reply, Elizabeth spun away and got into the car. Sakura followed. Elizabeth unbuttoned her jacket completely before pulling her seatbelt into place.
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