This is What She's Here to Study

“It’s no problem,” Kelly said, “I just want you to act exactly the way you would if I weren’t here.”

“Really?” Aileen said, turning from between Carmen’s legs to look at the doorway. “How come you get the cool professor, Em? My professors just say stuff about how it’s not sanitary to play the cello without wearing underwear. Like, how would they know?”

With that, Emma entered her dorm room, Kelly just behind her. Some effort had been made, possibly just that afternoon, to clean the place up, but there were still a few items of clothing hanging in random spots, and there was an unplaceable smell. It might have been slightly bigger than your average college dorm room, but it also had to fit three people, so there wasn’t a lot of available space. Two bunk beds were against one wall and a single bed against the other, with much of the remaining area taken up by a couple computer desks and a variety of electronics, along with a small TV, a mini-fridge, and a not-particularly-comfortable looking beanbag chair. The walls were covered with posters, some of which Kelly recognized, such as a print of “The Kiss” by Klimt above one of the computers. Others showed male and female musical acts in various versions of extremely skimpy clothing.

Emma motioned Kelly toward the beanbag chair, and the Professor took a seat, though she felt extremely awkward while doing it and even more awkward fishing her trusty notebook out of her bag. When Emma closed the door behind her and sat down on her own bed (apparently the single), Kelly noticed for the first time that the poster on the inside of the door showed a fake-titted, nude blonde porn star (not one she immediately recognized), kneeling with her hand wrapped around a huge, erect penis next to her face while she beamed directly at the camera. Below that, the poster read “Grab Life by the Cock” in large white letters.

Carmen and Aileen looked at each other, and Aileen shrugged. Carmen sighed as Aileen got up from her kneeling position and sat on the bed beside her roommate.

“So you’re here to, what, like, study us?” Carmen asked, as she pulled on a pair of black panties. “What are you studying?”

“I’m looking for what makes Gen XXX unique,” Kelly explained. “I know that there can be a bit of a… gulf between our two generations, and I think it only helps to know about both our differences and what makes us the same. I want to find out, basically, what your generation does when it thinks no one’s watching, its hopes, its dreams…”

“...Why we like fucking so much…” Emma supplied.

Kelly thought about this for a moment, then just nodded. “That’s probably the most obvious difference.”

“Well, that’s not hard,” Aileen said. “It feels awesome. Like, I’ve heard your generation talk a lot about the good feelings they get from going to church or from rooting for your favorite sports team. I have stuff like that, too, but having an orgasm, a really good one? None of that stuff is even close. I’ve never understood why, like, my parents don’t feel the same way.”

“Well,” Kelly said, “when I was younger, you couldn’t just have sex with a random person on the street. You really had to know and trust them first. Even then, you couldn’t be sure you wouldn’t catch some disease from them. And that’s not even talking about the pregnancy risk. Even when you were being careful, using a condom or taking medication, there was always a risk there, too. Your generation doesn’t have to deal with any of that.”

“Shit, it’s like talking to someone from before indoor plumbing,” Carmen commented.

Emma rolled her eyes. “Actually, I've seen some recent studies that suggest our generation's spent so much time fucking each other and masturbating to porn that we’ve become addicted to the dopamine produced by our brains during sex, and that we need to go farther and farther to get the same feeling. Or to say it another way, Doc’s generation didn’t know what they were missing, so they were fine with it.” She noticed the look Kelly was giving her and said, “What I mean is, maybe I am a dopamine addict, but it’s never prevented me from getting straight As and stuff. It’s probably healthier than being addicted to coffee or whatever.”

“In that vein, let me ask you girls,” Kelly said. “How often would you say you perform cunnilingus on each other?”

Carmen and Aileen looked at each other, then back at Kelly. “So… how often?” Aileen seemed unsure how to answer the question. “Are we talking, like, per week, per day…?”

“And is it just with each other?” Carmen asked. “Or do you just mean generally? I mean, it’s not like I’m keeping track.”

“Let’s do total, on your average school day,” Emma put in. “What do you think, maybe five?”

Aileen shook her head, making her very nice teardrop-shaped breasts shake slightly as she did so. Kelly hadn’t seen quite such pink nipples in a while. The girl was full ginger, she thought. There wasn’t any carpet to speak of, but she could tell it would have matched the drapes. “I mean, it’s kind of whenever I have some free time, y’know? Like I could be sitting around scrolling on my phone or watching TV or whatever, but it just seems like it’s better to help somebody else out when I can.”

“But you don’t consider yourselves lesbians or anything like that?” Kelly asked.

The girls all laughed. Carmen raised a hand, “I mean, I do, sure, but these two are very into cock.”

“Very into it,” Emma agreed, nodding.

“But…what does that have to do with anything?” Aileen asked.

“Well, you eat out other girls five times a day,” said Kelly. “You don’t think that has anything to do with being a lesbian or bisexual?”

The redhead shook her head again. “I mean, no. It’s not like I have romantic feelings for Carmen here. I’m just helping her out. No offense, girl, I love you, but i don’t, like, love you.”

Carmen nodded. “I mean, if a guy wants a blowjob, I’ll give it to him. I’m just being courteous, you know? It’s the same thing.”

Aileen leaned toward Kelly, pressing her breasts together as she did. “You know, we could show you, if you want. What we do together, I mean.”

Kelly’s lips suddenly seemed very dry. “Ah, for now, just go about your evening. If I have any questions, I’ll ask.”

Emma, who had been leaning on one of the desks, stood up fully and said, “Well, the point was for you to see us doing BluTube posts, right? So actually, Carmen, would you be willing to help me out with something?”

“I actually have some studying to do,” the raven-haired girl said. She was already starting to clamber up to the top bunk, giving Kelly an extremely good view of her pert little ass.

“You had time to get snatched by Aileen,” Emma pointed out, using a slang term that Kelly recognized from watching Sluts of San Diego.

“You know I have to get in the zone sometimes,” Carmen protested, before completing her climb.

Emma sighed, then turned to her other roommate. “Aileen?”

“I mean, Sluts of South Beach isn’t on for another half an hour.” The girl shrugged. “What are we doing?” She got up, still just wearing panties. The girl’s breasts had to be E-cups minimum, Kelly thought.

“OK, so I think what we were just talking about is a good angle for our study, because I know girl on girl stuff is a big change from the Doc’s generation,” Emma explained. “Is that right, Doc?”

“Uh, yes,” Kelly agreed. “We would have considered it strange for girls who did not identify as lesbian or bisexual to perform oral sex on each other.”

“Yeah, so my thought is, we solicit feedback on how girls feel about that,” Emma said. “But the thing is, people aren’t gonna stop for just a wall of text on BluTube. And that’s what I need your help with, Aileen.”

“I’m game,” the redhead agreed.

“Great!” With no further discussion, Emma pulled her t-shirt over her head. Kelly’s eyes got big. It wasn’t the first time she’d seen her RA’s incredible tits, but she still couldn’t help staring.

As Emma logged on to her laptop at one of the desks, her roommate Aileen turned to Kelly and asked, “I’m sorry, I completely forgot to ask. Is there anything I can get you? Bottled water? Vibrator?”

“The Doc doesn’t want your pussy-stank vibe, Aileen,” Emma said without looking up from her screen.

“I was talking about the guest vibe!” the redhead protested. “And my pussy smells fucking amazing. You should know!”

“Uh, I-I’m fine, thank you,” Kelly stammered.

“OK, we’re ready,” Emma said. She turned to her roommate. “You need a cushion?”

Aileen just shook her head, then walked around in front of the blonde as she sat in a swivel chair in front of her laptop. First, she straddled her friend, pulling her red, curly hair over her shoulder as she did so, pressing their tits together. Then she leaned down and they exchanged a very sloppy, extended kiss, tongues intertwining.

“Wh-what does this have to do with BluTube?” Kelly barely managed.

Emma just held up a finger to indicate she needed Kelly to wait, while the kiss continued. Then, slowly, Aileen kissed down her friend’s body, pausing to circle her tongue around a now rock hard nipple. Kelly bit her lip, feeling the heat rising between her legs, but studiously wrote down a note about the inclusion of foreplay in what she was thinking of calling “FBOS” (Female Bonding Oral Sex). She hoped that would catch on.

Soon, Aileen was between Emma’s legs, pulling her friend’s panties down to expose her wet snatch. Kelly’s eyes remained fixed on them as she watched the redhead lean in and start busily licking away. Emma immediately groaned and rolled her head back on her neck. Then she looked over at Kelly, and winked. The professor thought the girl definitely noticed how hot and bothered her boss was getting.

“Fuck, that’s so fucking good. Fuck!” Emma gasped. “How do you do that thing with your tongue?”

Aileen did not reply, but Kelly was then able to hear a faint humming noise and realized that she was vibrating her lips and tongue against Emma’s pussy. Then Kelly’s eye was caught by movement coming from Carmen’s top bunk and looked up. The Latina had laid on her stomach while reading a thick textbook, panty-clad ass in the air, but instead of studying, her eyes had strayed to the spectacle going on by the computer desks. One of the girl’s arms had reached under herself and snaked inside her panties. The girl was a lesbian, after all, Kelly thought. She probably thought the show was as hot as a guy getting to watch would. Or Kelly, for that matter.

Emma took a couple deep breaths, said, “OK, OK, OK,” to no one in particular, then reached over Aileen to click her mouse. A small light winked on, indicating the computer’s camera was now recording.

“Hey guys, this is… it’s me again,” she said. Aileen had not let up in her ministrations, her face still buried between Emma’s legs. Emma’s heavy breathing was causing her breasts to heave up and down, and she was starting to sweat. “I think I told you that I’m working on that study about Gen XXX, and I was thinking about how just a few years ago, people thought it was weird for friends to lick each other’s pussies.”

She groaned again, and then Kelly heard the most adorable little moans coming from Carmen in the top bunk. The girl had bit her lip, deep need in her eyes, and her hand was moving very quickly inside her panties. She wasn’t alone in thinking this was very hot, Kelly herself was starting to leak through her own panties.

“Fuuuck!” Emma moaned. She ran a hand through her hair, collecting herself. “OK, my question is, do you think it’s gay for girls to lick each other’s pussies? Tell me why or why not in the…. Ohhhh fuck… tell me in the comments. I’m also gonna put a poll on this one, so answer there, too. Fuck! I’m gonna come. Shit, Aileen, I’m gonna come!”

Emma grabbed the back of her friend’s hair and pressed her face further into her cunt. Kelly wanted to touch herself so badly. Aileen’s hands grabbed her friend’s ass as she continued to work away.

“I’m cummmminggg,” Emma cried out, the veins standing out on her neck. Her hand kept Aileen’s face against her, even as she bucked in her chair. Her scream became wordless, then slowly abated.

Kelly realized that she was still hearing moaning, and then looked up to see Carmen, eyes now closed, essentially humping her own hand on the top bunk. She made almost a series of little yipping noises, and then her own breathing began to slow.

“Thanks for watching, guys,” Emma said. Aileen stood up and then ended up sitting in her roommate’s lap, her chin now glistening from Emma’s juices. “And thanks to my friend Aileen for the assist, I’ll tag her on this, too. If you get the chance to get her to snatch you, I definitely recommend it.”

Then she clicked her mouse again to end the recording. “Hey Carmen, you alive up there?” she called up.

“You guys are so fucking distracting!” Carmen groaned. But when she pulled her head up to look at them, she was smiling.

“How about you, you alright there, Dr. Wyndam?” Aileen asked, still sitting in Emma’s lap. She had clearly noticed how hot and bothered watching had gotten the professor. Kelly felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment, her breathing still hard, and she realized she was going to leave a wet spot on the bean bag chair. “You… you want me to do you, too?”

Emma looked her over, a smile on her face, and said, “Uh, yeah, Doc, you’re looking pretty worked up. Really, getting you off is the least we can do, it’s common courtesy. But maybe I should do it? Aileen, you’ve done two in a row now.”

Kelly blinked, a few times. She couldn’t. Could she? Maybe it was normal now? It was hard to tell. Her cheeks felt really hot. They weren’t the only thing. What was she going to do?