Adventures on BluTube

By that Wednesday night, Kelly was having trouble dealing with how needy her own pussy felt. She spent all day around both boys and girls dressed as sexy as possible, openly trying to attract each other’s attention. Then she spent her spare time working on her study of Gen XXX, which mostly meant thinking about hot young people having sex. She watched her video of Emma getting DP’d in front of a crowd several times, taking notes. Definitely taking notes.

She had gotten so **** that she put on the same revealing outfit that Emma had made with scissors out of her blue dress and drove to Jeffersonville, about twenty miles away, in the hope that none of her students would see her. It was not exactly a center of happening nightlife, but she wasn’t feeling particularly picky.

However, this excursion proved to be a dud. She tried a few different local bars, each of which proved to contain only a handful of aging alcoholics who showed no interest in her. She had thought there would at least be a few younger men, musclebound from working the nearby fields all day, but no such luck.

She thought then of something one of her students had said a few days earlier: “Pussy isn’t a scarce resource anymore.” Shit. She was going to have to up her game.

On Thursday, a couple of her female students showed up to class wearing what appeared to Kelly to basically just be pasties on their tits. Apparently, word had gotten out that, technically, the newly liberalized dress code only required that girls cover their nipples. Kelly was all for allowing students to fully express themselves, and wanted to fully support her fellow women feeling comfortable with their own bodies. But goddamn it, how was she supposed to concentrate on what one of her students was saying in response to her question when that student when the only thing that girl had on her incredible D-cup breasts was two small stickers of the school mascot?

Still, she had yet to once notice one of her students who wasn’t paying attention in class in order to stare at a classmate, or who seemed unprepared for a discussion. They were actually more prepared than usual, if anything.

For her part, Emma Kozlowski wore a lacy red lingerie set, top and bottom, to the same class, and if Kelly was being honest she thought the girl looked absolutely spectacular in it. Like many of the other students, she spent the class studiously taking notes on her laptop as if everything was completely normal. The outfit made Kelly **** to go through with her plan to ask Emma to her apartment after class to show Kelly around BluTube and discuss how its widespread use among her peers might be applicable to the study. But she eventually decided that she had to move forward, rather than be ruled by fear and/or horniness. And in the unlikely event she had a moment of weakness, Kelly reasoned, she was less likely to be immediately discovered by someone else at her apartment than, say, in her office.

Kelly had done at least some background research on BluTube, the current social media network of choice for the 18 to 25 set. The “Blu” was apparently a reference to “Blue Movies,” aka what her Grandfather might have called pornography. New users had to be heavily recommended, and moderation was heavy in some senses in order to maintain a “supportive atmosphere.” The idea being, apparently, to make all of the users as comfortable as possible, in order to incentivize them to post as much “intimate content” as possible. Because while some things on the site were heavily moderated, when it came to nudity or sexuality, everything was apparently fair game.

And unlike the sites with this level of sexual content that Kelly might have known about previously, BluTube was not a niche enterprise. Its Swedish founder, Lina Bjornsson, had taken the company public and become a multi-billionaire, all while continuing to frequently post videos of herself on the site doing nude hot yoga. She was a female tech icon, and had many millions of followers.

Still wearing just her red bra and panty set, and with the occasional “assistance” of Kelly’s cat walking across the key board, Emma showed her professor around her own profile. The girl in class the other day had been telling the truth, a lot of Emma’s feed was, in fact, various discussions of current events, notes about mental health issues, silly jokes, etc., like every other social media feed Kelly had ever seen. But many of the other posts were more, well, explicit.

Someone at the party the previous weekend had uploaded their own video of Emma’s sexual feats and tagged her in it, and this post had gone, if not viral, then closer to viral than anything Kelly had ever posted. “Girl at our party tonight won Top That by gazzing on two cocks at once like a fucking porn star, I wish I was this slutty,” the post read. There were thousands of likes and comments.

Emma’s own posts were no less salacious. She had made other posts showing herself bouncing on cocks or with girls’ heads between her legs, or simply naked in the mirror. She had responded to other discussions about the most pleasurable positions for anal or the best methods for two girls to work together on a blowjob. She had added her own entries to “chain” posts about her five best orgasms or her five favorite dicks in porn. Another of her most popular posts showed her using a ribbed dildo to successfully complete the “90 Second Challenge,” in which she had to try to orgasm within the allotted time.

And she was hardly unusual, either. Many of her friends had similar profiles. A curvaceous redhead who Emma said she had gone to high school frequently posted her own live reactions to porn scenes, often while clearly jilling off herself. A boy she described as “a fuckfriend, sometimes, I guess, it’s complicated” posted frequent links to his blog reviewing classic Hollywood films “as seen through a sex positive lens.” Another girl, who Kelly recognized as the blue-haired, tattooed student from the same class as Emma, simply posted video after video of herself having sex, both with men and women. The camera angles and lighting appeared to Kelly to be quite professional.

“She’s a film major,” explained Emma. “So she’s trying to build up her porn portfolio.”

“Do you have any concern that having so much sexual content available online might close off some future job opportunities for you?” Kelly asked.

Emma shrugged. “What are they gonna do, not hire any of us? Everybody does it.”

Finally, Kelly asked “May I?” and Emma let her poke around on BluTube herself for a little while. She scrolled through video after video of hot young people masturbating or fucking each other, discussion after discussion of sex acts, positions, etiquette, etc., all with her extremely hot student, wearing just a sexy bra and panties, leaning over her shoulder and commenting occasionally.

She tried to concentrate on the sociological aspects of the website, but Emma’s full tits were hanging only maybe a foot from Kelly’s face. She could feel the warmth radiating from the girl’s creamy skin in her overly air-conditioned apartment.

Then, thank the lord, Emma left her to it for a bit, choosing instead to poke around her professor’s bookshelves and pet her cat.

“Hey, what’s her name again?” the blonde asked as she slowly stroke the cat’s orange fluff.

“Uh, Buffy,” Kelly responded after a beat, distracted by the girl on her computer screen exhorting her followers to donate to climate relief while performing an acrobatic, full-split version of reverse cowgirl.

Emma looked pensive for a moment. “Is that from something?” she finally asked.

Kelly simply shot the girl a glare over her shoulder.

A few minutes later, the two of them sat on Kelly’s couch, drinking LaCroix and discussing the necessary questions for an initial questionnaire for study participants. Emma, it turned out, had already prepared a draft list, which she emailed to Kelly for review from her phone.

“This is a great basis, Miss Kozlowski,” Kelly said as she scrolled through the document. “I think you’ve made the right choice to include all of these family background questions.”

“Well, we’re going to have to control for all of that in any results we publish, right?” the blonde asked. As she did so, she leaned forward, giving Kelly an even better view of her ample cleavage. “If we’re going to be able to make any generalizations about Gen XXX, we need to make sure it’s not just a trend among upper class white kids, you know?”

“Exactly,” Kelly agreed. She sat forward, talking with her hands as she did when she found a subject she was excited about. “What I’d really like to do is see if there’s any kind of conclusion we can draw about what outside factors might be causative and not just correlative. It’s a subtle distinction, but really a key one, I think. Have you read Gershman’s work? It’s about pharmacology rather than sociology, but all the same principles apply in terms of the methodology.”

“Not yet,” Emma replied. She leaned further forward. For whatever reason, Kelly’s eye caught then on the girl’s panties. Did they have a wet spot on the front? “I’ve really been learning so much from you, Doc. I really want to thank you again for this opportunity.”

“Well,” Kelly said. “You’ve…” She trailed off. This incredibly hot, smart girl was mostly naked in her apartment. She saw the girl’s lips, well-defined with perfectly applied deep red lipstick, part very slightly. “You’ve more than earned it.” She paused again. “Miss Kozlowski, I—“

Then the two of them were kissing. God, Emma’s lips were so, so soft, so perfectly wet. The girl’s tongue licked teasingly just inside Kelly’s lips, teasing the tip of her own tongue. She felt Emma’s fingertips run through her own hair, somehow electric on her scalp. The girl was pulling their faces together, pushing herself further into Kelly.

Kelly reached up to cup her student’s breast. She had been with several women before, but none had tits this, well, perfect. With two fingers, she felt for Emma’s nipple through the fabric. It was diamond hard. When Kelly brushed her fingers over it, even through the bra, Emma stopped her tongue play just long enough to gasp. Her breath was hot on Kelly’s face.

Then, with a harsh mewl, Buffy jumped up between the two women onto the couch. Startled, Kelly jumped back, suddenly up and on her feet. She ran a hand over her own flushed face and neck.

“What’s wrong?” Emma asked. “I won’t… it’s no big deal, Doc. I promise. Nobody’ll know if you don’t want them to.”

Kelly stood there for five full seconds, breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth, just as a therapist had once taught her.

“No, thank you, Emma. I think it’s time for you to head out, don’t you?”

Emma looked down, stroking Buffy’s back. “Yeah, Doc. I get it.”

Then the girl leaned down and whispered something to the cat (it might have been “pussy blocker”) before getting up and heading for the door. Kelly just couldn’t help watching the girl’s round ass in her red panties as she went.

Just before Emma reached the door, Kelly called after her, “Miss Kozlowski?”

The blonde spun around. “Yes?” she asked hopefully.

“Saturday night,” Kelly said. “If I wanted to observe a small group at the movies, you could arrange that?”

Emma nodded enthusiastically. “Sure, Doc!”

Kelly nodded. “Then I’ll see you then. Email me the details.”

After Emma left, Kelly walked back over to her couch and sat down, then buried her head in her hands. Buffy rubbed against her leg.