Fuck it, Yes

“It’ll help the study,” Emma pushed, still completely naked except for the pair of panties around her ankles. “Remember what you said about needing firsthand experience within a culture? What’s more firsthand than this?”

“More like first-tongue,” Aileen joked.

Kelly could feel herself rationalizing this, but honestly, what was she supposed to do? She kept getting distracted, feeling tempted by Emma and her friends. Surely she would feel much better if she just scratched the itch? As long as it wasn’t on tape…

She looked very seriously at the other girls and said, “You. Cannot. Tell. Anyone.”

Emma solemnly held up two fingers and intoned, “Cross my heart, hope not to get any.” She turned to her friend, who was still on her lap. “Aileen?”

The redhead sighed. “Fine. I promise.”

Then Emma turned to look up at the top bunk and called “Carmen?”

“I don't know what's happening,” the girl called back.

Emma turned back to her professor and said. “Yeah, we’re good.” She grinned at Kelly, showing a slight hint of predatory teeth, and said, “Maybe you should sit on my bed, the beanbag chair is super awkward.”

“Don’t diss my beanbag chair!” called Carmen.

With some trepidation, Kelly got up, took a few steps over to the bed, and sat down on the edge. Wait, what was she doing? What…

She looked up to see her Emma standing over her, only a few feet away, her exposed, nubile pussy and perfect, round tits seeming to Kelly to be begging to be touched. Her breathing quickened, doubts forgotten. She needed to fuck this girl. She needed it so bad.

Emma leaned down and breathed into Kelly’s ear, so close she could feel the dampness of her breath. “First, we say hello,” the girl whispered.

“What does…?” was all Kelly got out, before Emma’s lips were on hers. The younger girl pushed Kelly back onto the bed easily, her tits pressing down on her, as the kiss continued. Kelly’s lips parted, and she felt Emma’s tongue teasing inside her mouth. The younger girl took the opportunity to grope her professor's breast, running light fingers over Kelly’s nipples.

Then Emma broke their kiss, and Kelly realized that she was trying to pull Kelly’s t-shirt off over her head. Kelly hurriedly put her arms up to help out. Emma tugged, and then Kelly was just in her bra.

“Shit, Dr. Wyndam,” Aileen said appreciatively from the computer chair. “You’re a MILF if I’ve ever seen one. You sure you don’t want me to cut in, Emma?”

“I’ve got this,” Emma told her. Then she kissed Kelly on the nape of her neck before moving up to nibble on her earlobe. “I think you’ve been thinking about this a lot. Isn’t that right, Doc?” she purred.

Without waiting for an answer, she continued to move her lips down Kelly’s body, while she simultaneously reached behind her professor's back and unhooked her bra in one movement. She then tossed it over her shoulder, where Aileen caught it without moving from her chair.

Emma took in her professor’s breasts for a moment, and Kelly had just long enough to realize how exposed she was and how hungry Emma’s gaze was. Then the girl leaned forward, guiding Kelly back so she was lying on Emma’s bed with her head on the pillow. She leaned down and took Kelly’s left nipple in her mouth, tongue dancing. Kelly's breathing quickened even further. Emma's mouth on the sensitive skin of her breast was so soft, and her nerves were firing everywhere. Was there a reason she had avoided this for so long? There was, right? She couldn’t remember it now, though.

Then even those thoughts fled her head when Emma stuck her hand down Kelly’s shorts and touched a deft finger to her needy clit, while continuing to suck on her nipples. The unexpected intrusion sent sparks all up through her body, connecting with the ones in her tits she was already feeling, lighting a fire that felt like it would consume her right then and there. Kelly’s mouth opened, but only the most pathetic of small moans escaped.

“What was that, Doc?” Emma grinned up at her, while the fingers of one hand kept questing beneath Kelly’s waistband. “Should I stop?”

“No!” Kelly gasped with some desperation. “No. Emma, please. I-I’ve wanted you ever since you walked into my office.”

The blonde girl batted her eyelashes up at her. “I know.”

“OK, Em, now you’re just showing off,” said Aileen, who was still watching in her panties, holding Kelly’s bra. She sounded slightly bored. “I don’t know how long you’ve been teasing this woman, but you could at least take her pants off and snatch her properly.”

“Hey, she could’ve had me any time she wanted, she just had to ask,” Emma said defensively. “But… OK.”

She pulled her hand out of Kelly’s panties, and her professor moaned in protest. But then the same hands were quickly tugging down her shorts and panties, leaving Kelly’s cunt exposed. And that is what it was. A sopping wet, desperately horny cunt.

Emma was between her legs now. “Wow, Doc, you really do want me,” she said slyly. “Good thing I’m feeling thirsty."

Kelly could feel the girl’s breath on her clit when she spoke. “Please…” she managed.

“Do it already!” called Carmen from her top bunk.

Emma wiggled her eyebrows playfully up at Kelly, then, finally, leaned down and playfully flicked her tongue across her cunt lips. Briefly, at first, then long and slow. The girl’s nimble, practiced tongue quested inside of her, teased her, until, several seconds later, it found Kelly’s clit.

Colors burst behind Kelly’s eyes, and for a few minutes, her thoughts were not made out of words. People had gone down on her before, men and women, but none of them were remotely as good or as practiced at it as Emma. And the girl wasn’t just interested in making Kelly come as quickly as possible. Instead, as if leading her professor through a dance to which only she knew the steps, Emma drove her forward and back, forward and back, each time just a little closer to the final cliff.

“The point was to get her off, Em,” Aileen pointed out. “Maybe you can play femdom some other time?”

Emma pulled her tongue off of Kelly’s clit just long enough to say, “Hey, she’s my supervisor, I wasn’t gonna half-ass this.”

But then she dove back in with renewed vigor, and whatever haze Kelly had been in the past few minutes came into sharper focus. Her hands clutched at Emma’s bedspread like claws. The tongue on her cunt teased her closer, closer, closer…

“I… I…”

But Kelly never got the rest of the sentence out before her orgasm overtook her. It was less an explosion than a cresting wave, and then another, and then another. Emma’s soft, supple tongue and lips continued to vigorously tease her clit all the while. Suddenly, Kelly wanted to stop the girl, push her head away. She couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much. But she found that her arms weren’t working just then, and Emma kept at her for several more seconds, teasing Kelly’s super-sensitive nub until she thought her professor’s climax was finally really over.

The world returned, a little. Kelly was having trouble catching her breath. Her whole body was tingling, down to her toes. Especially her toes, for some reason. Feeling a little overwhelmed, she rolled over on her side, facing the wall of the dorm room. She ran a hand over her face.

“Thank you, Ms. Kozlowski,” she said finally. “Excellent work.” Then she laughed, slightly crazily.

“Emma, did you break your professor?” Carmen asked.

Emma looked down at Kelly, hands on her hips. “Eh, she just needs a minute.”

Kelly sat up, still buzzing. Her slightly sweaty tits were still heaving with her breathing. She pushed her dark hair out of her face and looked around. She was totally naked, in a college dorm room in front of two girls wearing only panties and her own Research Assistant, also completely naked, and the other three girls, all twenty years younger than her, were all looking at her expectantly. She should have been mortified, she thought. But… she wasn’t? She felt like some sort of weight had been lifted.

“So, whaddaya think?” Emma prompted.

“I feel… good,” Kelly said. “Less tension, definitely.”

“Right?” her RA agreed, in a tone that communicated ‘Finally!’ “I mean, I get intellectually why people your age are so **** about this stuff, but I don’t think I’ll ever really get it, you know?”

A thought occurred to Kelly. “So, um, should I, um… do you now? Is that the polite thing to do?”

Emma and Aileen shot each other a quick look, then both laughed. “I’m not gonna say no,” Emma said. “But to be clear, nobody’s, like, keeping track of who has snatched who how many times. We just do it for each other when we need it, OK?”

Kelly nodded. She had so much to learn still, and it would be easier, she was realizing, if she wasn’t so stuck on all of her hang ups. Emma was right, to really understand this culture, she couldn’t just look at it, she needed to embed herself in it.

“How about this?” Emma asked, as she idly ran a hand up and down Kelly’s bare inner thigh. “I know Aileen’s gonna want to watch Sluts of South Beach here in a minute, because she’s a weirdo who still watches TV shows live.”

“It’s the only way that I can hang out with people on BluTube during the show!” Aileen protested.

“Actually, that could yield some interesting data,” Kelly said.

“That’s what I was thinking,” Emma said. “You and I are really vibing, Doc. I should go down on you more often. Then, if you want, after we can look at some of the responses we get to my post about girl-on-girl. Sound good?”

It was about ten minutes into Sluts of South Beach before it occurred to Kelly that the only item of clothing she had put back on was her panties. She wasn’t even sure what happened to her bra. She had been too interested in monitoring Aileen’s social media interactions and taking notes at her and her online followers’ reactions to the exploits of the titular Sluts.

Unlike its parent show from San Diego, South Beach featured several Sluts of diverse gender and sexuality, which Aileen explained was part of why it was her favorite entry in the franchise. This particular episode was the subject of much online speculation, as it had apparently been promoted as the one where one of the stars, a non-binary Slut named Ash, would ask their girlfriend Marisol to marry them. The proposal took place on the Miami beachfront, and at first, Marisol seemed undecided as to how to respond, leading to much drama. But later, Ash was elated to realize, during a session of what Kelly was really hoping she could get scholars to call FBOS, that their girlfriend had used her tongue to spell out “Y-E-S” on their clit. The consensus on BluTube was that this storyline was too cheesy, but Kelly definitely noticed Carmen in particular wiping away a couple tears.

Afterward, she and Emma spent some time going over the comments on her post from earlier, while Carmen continued to study and Aileen watched porn on her laptop on the bottom bunk, occasionally touching herself as she did. Kelly found herself far more able to tune this out now than even an hour earlier.

The comments were fairly unanimous that sexual orientation was unrelated to how much women liked to fuck each other. Some just seemed confused about why Emma would ask, while some others tried to provide an explanation. “I love orgasms,” one said. “Why would I care who gives them to me? I don’t see what gazzing has to do with romance.”

By the time Kelly reluctantly put her t-shirt and shorts back on to head back to her own apartment, she was feeling a lot better about the prospects for her paper generally. She never did find her bra, though, Aileen had lost it somehow (she was very apologetic). It didn’t feel like a great loss.