Order Her to Open the Door

You take a deep breathe, both mentally and physically. Okay, ready. "Miss Stoller, this is John Doe! I command you to open this door and come out of there immediately. That is a DIRECT ORDER."

One second passes and then another, as everyone around looks at you in awe and in disgust at your audacity. YOU'RE giving STOLLER an order!? YOU!?

The dor swings in and Miss Stoller stands there in full and angry wrath. She's wearing a grey dress that manages to be both tight and non-sexy, her hair is tied in a bun, and her fist is somewhere deep in your stomach. She's taken back and restrained and you're taken to go sit down. It doesn't really hurt that much.

One of the girls (Phoebe?) sits by you for a minute. "Are you okay? That was the best you could come up with?"

You smile at her. "It worked, didn't it?"

It's the end of the day, and you're walking back to your room. Classes were pretty hard for you, since you're trying to build summaries of the lessons so you can step into equivalent classes at your next school. You open the door and see a woman standing in front of your bed. Miss Stoller. She's beautiful. She's wearing a bright yellow (not neon) sundress and yellow slippers, and her hair is unrestrained. Except for the color, you can't see any difference between the way she looks now and how she looked that night in the dressing room. She's made up her face, light pink lipstick; a subdued look. She looks absolutely stunning.

"Please. Come in and close the door."

You shut the door, then move your eyes up and down her body. "Who are you?" you breath; almost a genuine question."

"Call me... uhm... Sylph... i...a. Sylphia. Listen, I know you're leaving soon, but..."

She walks over to you and leans your cheek on your right shoulder, facing you. "You're beautiful," she says.

"You're beautiful too, Sylphia."

And here you are all tired and sweaty and carrying a bag of books. Sigh.

You drop your bag to the floor and reach your arms around her. Slowly, you bring them in holding her against you.

"You don't know me," she says, "but I've been in love with you for a long time. I've been wanting to hold you like this for so long I thought it would never happen. Coming here tonight is the most scariest thing I've ever done." She suddenly grabs tightly onto you, and starts crying. You lead her over to the bed and sit the both of you down, her arms still hugging you fiercely.

26 minutes and 18 seconds later (you were watching the clock, not sure what to do), she stops crying and calms down. After a few deep ragged breaths, she recovers her composure and lets go. "They say you only get one chance to make a good first impression, but that's a total lie," she says, leaning back. "So far I've given you three first impressions of me. My name... is Millicent Stoller - don't say anything please; just listen. Six years ago, I was a substitute teacher for work experience at your school and I was a fat blob who didn't look after herself. I don't know if you remember me or not. Then I got a second chance at a first impression and I find myself trying to control everything around me, trying to compensate for... something, I don't know. Then I dress myself up for my third crack at it and wind up crying for no reason. I don't know what's wrong with me..."

She starts to get up, but you catch her wrist. She is too beautiful and dedicated to you to let go.

She looks down at you, surprised. You smile up at her. "Sylphia, do you love me?"

"Yes. Yes, I do love you."

"Do you want us to be together?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure? Are you truly committed to this?"

"If you're willing, yes."

"Then lock the door and help me get my clothes off."

You stand naked in front of her. She's still fully dressed, and is smiling at you. The two of you are nervously holding hands.

You want her.

Pulling her to you, you kiss her gently but firmly on the lips, your penis pressed against her crotch. The two of you touch the tips of your tongues. You slide your tongue gently around the tip of hers and she starts moaning. By now, you're fully erect and ready. Breaking the kiss, you put your hands on her hips and start sliding her dress up. Once it's off of her, you look for a place to put it, but she takes it and tosses it on the floor. She isn't wearing a bra, and a moment later, she's impatiently pulled off her white panties and tossed them aside. You hold her to you again, feeling her breasts on your chest and her bush against your penis. At your next kiss, you go a little deeper until she stops returning the kiss. You kiss her lips, her chin, her neck, her shoulder blades. You sit her down, lean her back, and move your kisses slowly down to her breasts. Her breasts are C- or D-cup and her nipples are oh so pink. You suck on them in turn, squeezing and pinching the other as you do.

"Harder. Please."

Right. You look down lovely face and breasts and pinch her nipples tightly. She moans, spreads her legs, and tries to grab onto you with them.

Normally, you'd go down on her first, but if she wants you this badly, she's ready. You lie on your back next to her, and roll her over onto you. She awkwardly takes your penis (oh, her fingers feel good) and positions the tip of it in her pussy. She lowers herself slowly onto it until you feel the head press against her hymen. Her breath is long and deep as the two of you savor the delicious moment, her soft hands on your chest.

She closes her eyes and murmurs, "Pull us together. Please. I can't get myself to do it. I'm too scared it'll hurt. I want you to do it. Please. And do it fast."

"Okay, Sylphia. Now try your best to relax. Open your eyes and look at me."

You place your hands gently on her smooth buttocks and she slowly opens her eyes. When she's finally looking you in the eyes, you thrust up and pull her down onto you. She gives a start and yanks on some of your chest hais, but not very hard.

"Ah!" she says quietly. "It's... it's in. It's in... and it... it already feels good. I can feel it inside of me. Oh it feels good. It feels so, so good. I was so scared it wouldn't feel good the first time. It feels like there's something inside of me. Hang on, let me just..."

She begins moving her hips up and down and shifting slightly from side to side. Oh, that feels good. You push up into her as high as you can and she puts her hands on your shoulders. Her eyes are closed now, which is nice, since it leaves your eyes free to admire her breasts and look down her her pussy over your blood-soaked penis.

"Down, please, down. Just stay still. I'm trying to find the most comfortable position for it inside me."

"Sex isn't always comfortable, especially the first time, Sylphia. Don't try to fix it."

She leans over and kisses your shoulders. You hold her to you and begin thrusting into her as slowly as you can make yourself. You couldn't think of a better way to break your recent involuntary celibacy. She wiggles her hips over you and struggles weakly in your arms as you feel your climax approaching, much, much too early.

You groan as you come inside her pussy's warm embrace. You're almost ready for another round, but she rolls off and snuggles next to you. "Go to sleep, my John."

Okay. You can do that, also. You'd like another round, but she's clearly not ready and is being diplomatic.

It's been too, too long since you've slept with another person by your side; too many quickies.

You wake up to something warm, wet, and rough against your penis. It takes a moment of confusion before you identify it as a washcloth. You can feel there's weight on the bed next to you, but your arm is there and you don't feel her. You move it towards your head and bump into her thighs.

"Eeek!" she squeals. "Oh, you're awake. Just try to relax okay? I haven't done this before, so it might take me a while."

You feel cool air over your swollen penis, then warm air, then the warm, wet sensation of her mouth over it. She's rubbing her hands on your thighs all around your penis without touching it. Her mouth takes you in, almost all the way to the base. She begins easing it in and out, hugging it with her lips and tongue. Her mouth is very wet; you can feel saliva drip down into your testicles and pubic hair. Your penis feels warm, then cold, then warm, then cold, as it leaves her moist embrace into the cool air of the room, made colder by the wetness. She's good at this. You can feel yourself getting ready. Usually the women you're with use their fingers also. You've never climaxed for someone just using her mouth before. You turn your head and kiss her calf as you buck up trying to get more sensation as you come.

"Mmm, Mmm, Mmm," she says as you release as much come as you can into her mouth. You really wanted some extra stimulus at the end, but Never Criticize A Blowjob.

Hear hear her slurping and gulping down the come. She starts to lick your shaft, then stops. "God, that tastes horrible. I hope it doesn't take too long to acquire a taste for that. Well, it's clean enough."

She turns around, lies facing away from you, and the two of you drift off to sleep.

You wake up with her lying next to you, drooling on her pillow. You're still hard. Habitually, you get up and start tidying the room. You're holding Stoller's dress and panties and trying to figure out where to put them when there's a knock on the door.

"John? It's me, Rebecca. Listen, can I come in?"

"I, ah, don't think that's a good idea right now. I don't want you getting in trouble right now, and I'm not real popular with Skyviews right now."

"Miss Stoller isn't going to be a problem. I checked. Nobody knows where she is, but she's not in the area."

You hear Stoller murmur, "It's okay. Let her in."

Your throw the clothes on top of Stoller and straighten the blankets a bit. Looks good. Standing behind the door, you open in a crack and peek out. "I'm kind of naked right now, but-"

"Perfect! Can I come in?"

O...kay... You let her in, and stand with your hands shielding your privates without touching them.

She closes and locks the door behind her. "Listen, I know we aren't lovers; not successfully, I mean. It's just... I had a boyfriend here for a little while, and he just dumped me. I had to call in a lot of favors to get to visit you here; there's kind of a waiting list to visit you, especially since I got the word out about you taking the bullet for Heather."

"Who?"

She gives several quick glances around the room, then says, "Look, I know this sounds odd, but do you have time for a 'quickie?' " She snuggles against you with her back. "I'd really like to get some sympathy and all the girls are already jealous of me, so no help there. I can get you an... 'audience'... with any girl in the school if you like. You've got problems too, so we can comfort each other, okay?" She slides her hand down and covers your ball with you wrist against your shaft.

You'd really like to do her, but... "I'm sorry, Rebecca. I can see where this is going-"

"A blind man could-"

"The fact is, I already have a... 'guest.' If we get started-"

"She'd interrupt us at just the right time. Who is she?... WHERE is she? Under the bed?"

Stoller mutters, "Go 'head, I'll scoot over."

"Um, who she is, that's a little awkward," you say watching the faint lump on the bed slowly shift closer to the wall.

"Is it Miss Stoller?" Rebecca asks jokingly.

You make a dry **** sound. If you were drinking anything, you taken some down the wrong pipe.

"I was joking..." she says suspiciously

"Sylphia. Her name is Sylphia."

Rebecca pushes past you and pulls back the blankets in one swoop revealing Stoller's complete nakedness. The two of them look at each other for a long time.

Stoller speaks first. "So, you're John's friend."

"And you're his new girlfriend." Rebecca looks over Stoller's nude form. "You're very pretty... I approve."

"If you want to have sex with him, it's fine with me," Stoller says, covering her pussy. "I don't know how... together we are yet, but I'm not the possessive type."

Rebecca climbs back to the edge of the bed and sits down grumpily. "Something always comes up and ruins things or interrupts us. Always. I'm just... scared."

Stoller slips her panties on and climbs of out bed, shielding her breasts. "You can't fight destiny, Rebecca. Here, come with me and I'll have one of the other boys take care of you."

"...Wait," Rebecca says as Stoller slips her dress on. "You'll do what?"

"Just come with me, dear."

"Um... wait a moment," you cut in. "I'd like to make love to one of you, if you're willing."

Stoller slips on her slippers. "The fates are against you and Rebecca, and I'm still sore. Excuse us, please."

Well, that sucks.

The two of them step out into the hall, but don't close the door. You hear Stoller say, "You! You there! What's your name?"

"Cindy."

"Cindy, come over here."

"Um, okay, but what- hey! What are you doing!?"

After a brief scuffle, a petite blonde with her blouse unbuttoned is pushed into your room and the door closed.

She stands with her hands over her chest and looks at you. Takes quite a long look, in fact. You break the stand-off by saying, "Please lock the door."

After the door is locked, you sit down and pat the bed next to you. Leaving her blouse undone, she sits and either looks down nervously or looks at your erect penis. You gently lift her chin up and bring your mouth close to hers. A moment later, you're kissing each other. You slide her blouse off and (miraculously) undo her bra. She puts her hands on your penis and starts feeling it's length. Her breasts are small, an A-cup, making her look very cute. You caress her back and breasts until you decide that you know enough about her top half. Kneeling in front of her, you reach up and slide her skirt and panties off in a single motion. Her pussy hairs are blonde and very short. You press gently against the insides of her knees and she spreads them for you. Lifting her legs up, you lean in and touch her pussy gently with your tongue. She leans back and opens her legs a litte more. Her bush tickles your face a little as your tongue pushes apart her lips. You turn your head to the side a little and explore a little deeper. You slurp away at her, noisily making her pussy wetter and wetter and exploring up and down her slit.

"AAHH!" she says suddenly.

You stop and look up at her. She blushes, "Keep going, sorry."

Returning to her pussy, you bring your tongue close to that same spot and she starts shivering. You thrust your tongue against it and she moans loudly. You like all around it then return. She cries out even louder this time, loud enough that you're sure girls in the hall are able to hear her.

Okay, this is fun, but you're starting to get limp. You stand up and drag her hips to the edge of the bed, positioning yourself just outside her entrance. You masturbate for a few seconds to get hard, then start to push in.

"Stop," she murmurs.

DAMN IT! "Okay, it's okay. I stopped.

She whispers something, and you have to lean in to hear her.

"My... my ass... I like it... up the... ass. Please."

Some KY jelly on your member, and you take the same position, her legs pushed up so her feet are up around your neck and your cockhead against her bottomhole. She starts rubbing her pussy and lolling her head from side to side. You gently but firmly start pushing into her. She's tight, but clearly not an anal virgin, and you're able to get all the way in. She start rubbing herself faster and faster. "Oh God! Oh God, that feels good! Fuck me, yes, AHH!"

You take her hand and slow her down a little while you start slowly pumping in and out. When you're moving out, she rubs faster and makes short, quiet gasps. Pushing into her, she slows and make a single long moan.

After she's come twice, you decide to try a different position. Sitting on the bed and facing the door, you have her position her ass over your penis and slowly lower herself down. "Now keep your hands at your sides," you instruct.

She argues weakly, but complies. With one hand rubbing her breast, you slide the other one down in front of her and slide a finger forcefully into her pussy. It's not overdoing it; she wasn't being gentle with it either. She stimulation on your cock is much more now, as she starts twitching and writhing on top of you. You don't thrust your hips up; no need.

"AH, oh god oh god oh god oh god oh stop."

"Why?" you ask slowing down.

"I can't... I can't hold it any longer. It feels so good."

"What feels good. This?" you ask, picking up the pace.

"Y-yes!" she cries out.

You rub the same spot in her pussy faster and faster, not quite touching the clitoris, until you feel your own climax approaching.

Now. You touch her clit and pump deep inside of her. As you do, she shrieks loudly, like a cat in heat or as if she were in horrible pain.

Oh, that felt good. You're ready for a break. There's a loud pounding on your door.

"Anyone hurt in there?"

"We're fine!" you call out. "Come on, Cindy, tell them you're okay. Or would you rather they came in to check for themselves? Right now?"

"I-I'm okay!" she calls out weakly. "Just... just hang on."

Cindy is in high spirits as the two of you get dressed. "God, I needed that, John. Looks like you did, too."

"I certainly did. You sure you don't want to stay awhile?"

"I'm sorry, but I'm late enough as it is."

The two of you kiss and she opens the door. As she steps out, you hear thunderous applause and smile to yourself.

After cleaning up your room and changing the blood-soaked sheets, you head off to your next class.

On the way back to your room, you pick up a mug of hot chocolate to drink in bed.

Back in your room, you find a small box in your room when you return, from Miss Stoller, along with a note. The note says to send her one of four items to let her know where you want your relationship to proceed, along with her consent to go along with your decision. You open the box and find:

An empty gift box "addressed" to Miss Stoller.
A leash.
A collar.
A gold(?) ring.
And a comb.

Since neither Stoller or Rebecca are here, you decide to try something. Opening up your door, you call out to the first girl you see walking by, a brunette trying to sort through a stack of papers.

"Yes?" she says, walking over.

"Listen, I'm alone for the night and I wanted to know if you wanted to have sex?"

"UM. Well..." she blushes and looks down at her papers, then looks around. "Okay, Yes. I'm Janie, by the way."

In the morning, you look over the four items, put one in the box, and ask someone to send it to Stoller.

Janie's a little sore, but she obligingly sucks you off before leaving to run some errands.