Training at the sorority house

The next morning, I get a text from Alyssa telling me to meet her at the sorority house, and giving me directions. She meets me at the door and introduces me to Shar, the sorority president. Shar is built like an Amazon: about my height, with big tits highlighting an hourglass figure. She has long wavy blond hair and a diamond-shaped face, and her blue eyes hold a mischievous glint. She’s wearing a bikini top of the “set cleavage to stun” variety, and tight shorts. Shar greets me hospitably, then says something in a low voice to Alyssa and turns away. As she goes, I can see that her shorts show off a really fine heart-shaped ass.

“Come on,” Alyssa says. “Shar said there’s a bedroom in the basement we can use; it’s set aside for guests, usually visiting alumnae. She said just to put a towel down so we don’t have to wash the bedding.” Mypartner leads me to the stairs and down.

When I get to the bedroom, Alyssa closes the door behind me, then turns to me. “Now,” she says, “so far, I’ve been taking it easy on you.” I start in surprise, and she grins. “Most women won’t take off their clothes, lie down, and say ‘eat me.’ Some of your clients no doubt will, whether because they’re in a hurry or else because they’re just that fucking horny. Even among your clients, though, there will be more than a few girls who are hesitant to get naked for one reason or another. A lot of them, even if they’re absolutely certain they want you to eat them out, will be very insecure about their bodies. Even girls who love the rest of their bodies can be really insecure about their pussies. It’s one of the reasons I said you need to tell every girl that her pussy is beautiful—it is, but she may well not believe it.

“If a girl comes to you as a referral but keeps her clothes on, she’s anxious about something, and the first thing you need to do is help her with that anxiety. Sit close to her—and I hope it’s occurred to you that you should brush your teeth and use mouthwash before every appointment? Good—speak to her softly and gently, and compliment her. Don’t go overboard, but find something about her you like and give her a nice compliment. Touch her gently—touch her hand, or lay your hand on her knee, something like that. Get her comfortable with your presence, and with your touch. Ask her about herself, and get to know her a little.

“If you can tell she’s tense, offer to rub her back. That’s a pretty safe thing, but if she starts to respond to what you’re doing, if you can tell she’s appreciative, it makes a great reason to ask her to take her shirt off. If you have her lie down, you can straddle her back—though you’ll want to be sure you’re in a pair of soft pants if you do that. Don’t grind yourself against her, because that will feel like you’re pushing for sex, but a little light contact from your prick should turn her on. You’ll want to have oil on hand if you offer a backrub, though, so that you can make the move to bare skin; dry skin on dry skin is much less nice.”

“Oil specifically, not lotion?” I ask.

“Yes, because,” Alyssa grins, “you want something edible, and lotion isn’t. You want to be able to kiss and lick her back if she’s responding really well to the massage; and if you oil her back, she might want you to oil her other places, where you’re definitely planning to kiss her.”

“Well, there should be oil in this house somewhere, right?” I ask.

“Yeah. Let me go grab some.” She’s back in a minute or two with a small squeeze bottle. “They actually have bottles ready for just this purpose. I think she said this is infused with rose petals, so much the better.” Alyssa spreads a towel over one half of the king-size bed, then sits cross-legged on the towel and says, “Rub my back.”

I start gently, expecting her to be relaxed, but to my surprise, she’s actually fairly tense. She’s not in dire need of a massage, but she can use one. As I work on her neck and shoulders, Alyssa melts into my hands. When I start under her shoulder blades, she purrs. It’s not long before she says, “Let me get this shirt off.” She pulls it off and lies face-down on the bed. She gets her hair off her shoulders, then settles down with her elbows straight out to the side in a “hands up” position. I squirt some oil on my hands, warm it between my palms, and begin rubbing it into her shoulders. The scent is delightful.

Alyssa’s purrs change to soft moans as I work my way down her back. When I reach her waist, she lifts her hips off the bed so I can grab her shorts and pull them off. Once again, she’s going commando. I spend a while oiling and massaging her hot little ass, making her squirm, before I work down her thighs. As I knead the inside of her thighs with my oily hands, I make sure to tease the edges of her bare slit with my fingertips. She squirms more, but can’t get her pussy any closer to my fingers. She moans as I oil the backs of her knees, then louder when I bend to kiss them. “Mmmmm, Andrew,” she murmurs, “I think you found a new hotspot for me . . .” She sighs and makes many appreciative noises while I’m working over her feet.

I tell her to turn over, and she does so quickly, being careful to stay on the towel. I massage my way back up her calves and thighs, once again teasing her pussy without touching it. She wriggles and bucks her hips, but I just tease her and move on. Alyssa sighs in anticipation when I oil her stomach, then moans as I slide my hands up her sides and begin massaging the front of her shoulders. “What? Don’t tease me, rub my tits! Please, rub my tits, pinch my nipples!” I try to prolong the tease by massaging her arms, but she grabs my hands and puts them firmly on her breasts, one stone-hard little point boring its way into the center of each palm. I smile and give myself over to playing with her little boobs, caressing them all over, juddering my fingers across her nipples, and then tweaking her nipples against my thumbs.

I can tell Alyssa is getting in to this when she grabs my head with both hands and yanks it down to her chest. I suck a nipple into my mouth and reach the displaced hand down to her twat. I capture her inner lips on either side of my middle finger and begin pulling and stroking them. She moans and bucks her hips, then moans louder when I start aggressively suckling her nipple, and pulling on both of them. “Ohh, fuck yeah, Andrew!” she cries out. “Fuck yeah! Fuck my cunt with your fingers! Fuck my hot cunt!” I do as she asks, redoubling my **** on her little sunset-hued peaks; she puts both hands on the top of my head, and I feel her arms tense to push me down to her honeypot.