Sharing Her

With two guys, two huge rings, and more money than I knew what to do with, I had everything a girl could possibly want or know what to do with.

Well, except one thing.

I still had to get Tiffany hooked up with the life of her dreams too, for being the one who started it all. That’s going to be my birthday present to her next week.

And the look on her face is going to be priceless.

Teaching Her

I can still see him so clearly in my mind’s eye. Professor Jonathan Black, the sexy older man of my deepest, darkest fantasies. It hardly matters at all that I have known him since I was a little girl. In fact, that might even make him more attractive to me.

He is one of my father’s closest friends and confidantes, and by all rights I should see him as more of an uncle, the kind of guy who is completely off-limits to me. But I can’t help it: whenever I think about Professor Black, tall and broad-shouldered, wearing his usual gray tweed suit and tie, I can feel my body reacting in a very inappropriate way.

I can almost feel his big, strong hands sliding down my body, cupping my breasts, slipping down between my legs. There I go again.

It hasn’t always been like this, of course. In fact, even a year ago I might have been grossed out at the idea of fucking my dad’s best friend. But something has changed inside of me in the past year. It’s almost like the moment I turned eighteen, I suddenly learned what it feels like to desire someone… fiercely. To want him to touch me and kiss me and move me in ways nobody has moved me before.

And it just so happens that this is the worst possible time for me to develop such an irresistible crush, because this is my freshman year at Sunny Brook Women’s College. I am a Sunny Brook girl through and through. All the women in my family have been alumni of this university for decades and decades. Hell, my father is even the head of the history department here. Growing up, I knew from day one that Sunny Brook was in my future. I have never wanted to go anywhere else. I was so excited to get my very first dorm room and move out of my parents’ house across town. At first, they didn’t want me to. I was nervous, too, but I’m eighteen now, and I need some freedom. Oh, and I definitely need more privacy.

Especially right now.

I am standing in the en suite shower I share with my roommate, trying to let the steamy water wash away the inappropriate thoughts and desires in my head. I need to focus. This year is so vital to my future: I have to make good grades. I have to make friends. I have to get accepted to the same sorority my mother, older sister, and aunts have been members of. This is crunch time, and I should not be wasting precious time and energy daydreaming about my hot professor. But my decision to take a shower has backfired, because I can’t stop touching myself.

I close my eyes and let out a deep, slow sigh. I try to stop myself from thinking about Professor Black, but his image appears in my mind again and again. That steel-gray hair perfectly combed back. Those icy-blue eyes that seem to sear right through me to see my very soul underneath. Sometimes when I’m sitting in front of him in class, it is nearly impossible for me to even listen to a word he’s saying. I try to take notes, but I just end up doodling and writing pure nonsense as I zone out, listening to his sexy growl. I know I can’t be the only girl in class who fantasizes about him, but I am the only student of his whom he’s known for over a decade. He has been to so many of our family dinner parties. Last summer, he came with us when my father took us out on his yacht. Yes. My daddy has a yacht. What can I say? I’m Connecticut royalty, a prep school princess with an old money pedigree. Which is why it’s so messed up for me to be daydreaming about my professor. I’m supposed to be a good girl.

I cup my full breasts, sliding my fingers up over my slick, soapy nipples. A little gasp of pleasure escapes my lips. I’ve never touched myself like this before. I have never really felt the need to. A late bloomer, they call me. All throughout high school my classmates made dirty jokes and talked about hooking up, but I was only interested in playing soccer and going on hikes in the Connecticut forest. Sure, I had minor crushes here and there, but nothing like my overwhelming feelings for my teacher. I bite my lip, looking up at the detachable shower head as my heart pounds wildly. Do I dare? I’ve never tried it myself, but I’ve heard that it feels good.

The image of Professor Black looking right at me during a lecture comes to mind and I can feel my pussy getting wet between my legs, and not just from the stream of shower water. I take the detachable shower head and sit down on the smooth porcelain, holding my breath nervously as I position the spray between my legs. I close my eyes and start to relax a little, letting the steady stream of water massage my inner thighs before slowly, carefully moving the pulsing water to brush across my clit. I gasp and shudder with surprise at how intense the sensation is. It’s almost too much to bear. I switch the setting to a softer pulse and shiver, getting goosebumps as the water dances over my virginal flower. I spread my thighs wider and begin to move the shower head in a tight, slow circle. I imagine Professor Black pushing me back onto his desk, lifting up my plaid skirt, and spreading my thighs. I can picture him licking and sucking at my clit

, his tongue sliding up and down my slick little pussy while those icy blue eyes watch me closely. I moan and tremble, thinking of how he would hold me down, his hands gripping my waist while he devours my cunny, licking faster and harder until finally…

“Oh my gosh,” I whimper, shuddering as a wave of powerful, indescribable pleasure shoots through my body. I lie there panting and heaving, totally overcome with awe at my first ever orgasm. I never knew it could feel that good. I know I should feel ashamed, but instead I just feel amazing. After I stop trembling, I stand back up and continue washing my hair and body, making a mental note to try that again soon. Now that I know how good it feels, I want to do it again and again. But I know I have to pace myself.

I get out of the shower and towel off, then check my cell phone which is sitting on the bathroom counter. To my surprise, I have a text message from one of the girls from Kappa Theta Nu! I hurriedly pick up my phone and read over the message.

Hey girl! Just so you know, there’s going to be a lingerie slumber party tonight at the Kappa Theta Nu house. All our favorite pledges will be there, and you are one of the lucky chosen ones! Oh, and make sure you wear your sexiest panties, because we also invited some of the Sigma Pi guys. Party starts at seven! She included a winking emoji. I let out a squeal of excitement and check the time. It’s nearly six o’clock already! I hastily blow-dry my hair, give myself a smokey eye and some red lipstick, and walk over to my dresser to take out the one and only set of lingerie I own. I bought it over the summer, thinking that since I was eighteen now, I needed to buy some grown-up stuff. I have never actually worn it before. I’m too shy. Besides, I don’t have a boyfriend. Who would I wear it for?

Thankful that my roommate is out of town today, I slip on the lacy pink bra and matching thong panties, then pull on my thigh-high white stockings and a pair of cute pink kitten heels. I look at myself in the full-length mirror hanging on the back of the door and take a deep breath. I still feel kind of nervous wearing this. I mean, I’m a virgin. I don’t know how to be sexy! But I must admit, looking at my reflection, I look pretty good. My long, dark-brown hair falls in soft waves down my back, my smokey eye makeup makes my cinnamon-colored eyes pop. Even though a year ago I had the body of a skinny teenage soccer player, over the summer my body has blossomed. I have full, soft breasts, a slender waist, and curvy hips with a tight little ass. I do a slow spin, blushing at the sight of myself in lingerie.

My phone chimes again and I see a text from another sorority girl named Trish I met at the meet and greet party they held a few weeks ago. Hi Abby! Do you need a ride to the slumber party tonight? I can swing by and pick you up!

“Oh, that’s sweet,” I murmur happily. I text her back, agreeing. I throw on a silky bathrobe and only twenty minutes later, Trish honks her car horn outside in the parking lot. Grinning from ear to ear, I rush outside and hop in her cute little Volkswagen bug. We chat about classes and sorority stuff on the ride there. Trish seems really nice, if maybe a little ditzy. When we get to the Kappa Theta Nu house, it’s already getting dark outside. The sorority house is on campus, only about a hundred feet away from the history department building where my father’s office is located. I try not to think about the fact that Professor Black’s office is in there, too.

“Wait here, okay?” Trish says to me, her blonde ponytail bouncing as she turns back to smile at me. “I just need to check something. I’ll come get you in a second.”

“Oh. You want me to wait out there? In my… underwear?” I ask shyly.

“Yeah, silly! It’ll just take a second. Don’t worry,” she says with a wink as she disappears into the sorority house. I wait outside, looking around the dark, quiet campus and hoping nobody sees me. I feel so exposed. So vulnerable. Several minutes pass, and I’m starting to get really nervous. I walk up to the front door and try to open it. The door is locked. I give it a few hard knocks. No answer. It’s a little chilly out there, and I have goosebumps from waiting in the cold, barely dressed.

I send Trish a text, asking where she is, and her reply makes my heart sink.

Gotcha! Haha, welcome to day one of hazing. There is no lingerie party, silly!

What am I supposed to do? I send back frantically.

Not my problem! Trish replies with a devil emoji.

“Oh my god. I cannot believe this is happening,” I mutter. I glance over at the history building. If my dad looks out his office window, he’ll see me here. If he catches his pure, innocent daughter standing outside in the cold in nothing but a lacy bra and panties, there will be hell to pay.