Stephanie

It had been two years since Stephanie had last set foot in this classroom, but as soon as she swung the heavy door open, everything seemed to fall into its place for her once more.  She had donned what she fondly called “the uniform” of a body fitting polo and jeans that showed off her curves, coupled with low heels.  The air was cool on her warm cheeks… she hoped that she didn’t look as nervous as she actually felt.  She looked around at the students, already seated and ready for class to begin… their faces seemed so much younger than when she was last here, but the same look of combined impatience, boredom and curiosity about a stranger’s presence in class was evident on all of their faces.  She down the short flight of steps, slowly and deliberately leaned forward as she put her books down at the edge of the table, and took her seat, facing the class.  She considered the individual faces in front of her, looking upwards at them from half open eyes… there were a few that caught her interest, as she licked her lips seductively, and smiled.

                Control, she must exersice control if she didn't want a repeat of the incident that nearly cost her her career and almost put her behind bars. She must keep reminding herself that these are just kids here to obtain the finest education Peperdine Law can provide. She is only to be there guide, mentor, instructor and nothing more. More. She has so much more to give of herself to these young delicious minds. So much of herself she wants to share with them. If they only knew how much she cared, how far she would go to open their minds to the worlds both inside and out of the classroom. All she wants is the opertunity to show them. And if wasn't for that fucking little prick Steven Jester, she would never have lost two precious years of her life. Two precious years away from her sexy student body. Two precious years she could have devoted her entire self to the ones who appriciated her. Two God damn fucking years she had to spend in front of comitees and the board of directors lying because they could never see the beauty of the situation, because they could never handle the fucking truth. Control, control, control. Breath.   

“My name is Stephanie Chiu, I’ll be your mentor for this semester” she began to tell the class once the bell rang.  “My role is not like that of your professors in your classes, nor is it like a teaching assistant or fellow… Yes, I am here to help you with whatever questions that you may have that pertain to your course work, but I would prefer that you see me more as your friend.”  She smiled when she said this, and she glanced around the classroom to see which students had understood her meaning.  “Someone that you can talk to about anything that comes up” she continued, still perusing expressions “in school or out of it”.  Stephanie’s eyes rested on a young man in the third row.  His blonde hair and tanned skin gave him away as a surfer, his posture and dress outed him as a fraternity boy, and the twinkle in his eye was a telling sign that he was on her wavelength.  This was going to be a very good semester, indeed.

Jacqueline

Jacqueline watched intently from just outside the hangar as, one by one, parachutes began to appear in the sky.  There was one in particular that she had her eye on, a small red canopy, because she knew that under it was the craziest and most spectacular skydiver of them all… an absolute God among mere mortals… a sky god.  He spiraled quickly towards the earth, bleeding off altitude at an alarming rate to prepare for his swoop, turned towards it, and glided in more gracefully than anyone or anything she had ever seen.  Just watching him do this made her soak completely through her pants.  Then, terrifyingly low to the ground, in fact, less than a foot above it, he hovered over it face down in a dead man posture, then magically returned to a standing position, and ran out his landing.  He grinned, knowing how amazing he was; as he daisy chained his parachute and headed back towards the hangar… with every step he took closer in her direction, she could feel her juices were flow down her thighs… she had to experience this sky god.

As Scotty aproached the hangar, he was met with those familiar words he hears all the time after landing a 300 foot plus dead man swoop: "that was sick bro." But it's not the praise of onlookers that makes Scotty live on the edge and tempt death every time he attempst a high performance landing. Scotty is a purest. For him it's all about the rush. It's about chasing the bull. It's about being in control and loosing control in the same moment.   

Jacqueline knew that she was a new jumper, and she didn’t know if he would even remember her name, but she had been enraptured with Scotty since she first laid eyes on him during ground school, preceding her AFF Level 1.  This was the deciding moment… she could continue to worship him from a distance, or she could take a leap of faith and finally approach him.  Her heart caught in her throat as he strode towards the hangar, but only for an instant.  “Hey, Scotty”, she breathed, “that swoop was incredible!”  Time slowed down in her mind as she waited for what seemed like an eternity for him to respond.

Isabelle

            Isabelle had never particularly been interested in the arena of Mixed Martial Arts until she began to watch the latest season of “The Ultimate Fighter”.  Even then, she had only started watching because her friend Desiree had pushed her to support the show that she had sold a rather large endorsement contract to.  Isabelle figured that if Desi was going to take her to the finale in Vegas, she may as well learn a little bit about what was going on before she got there.  She surprised even herself when she began to really take an active interest in the sport after only a couple of episodes… there was just something about big, strong, sweaty men getting aggressive and showing their power that really turned her on.

Isabelle's interest in cage fighting grew to the point where she not only wanted to watch it on TV or at live events, she wanted to learn mix martial arts for herself. She had developed a facination for the rear naked choke. The move that can render your oponent unconcious in a matter of seconds by interupting the flow of blood  in the caroted arteries and by also limiting oxygen to the brain. 

She decided that if she intended to truly pursue her interest in the sport, she may as well find a gym near her home where she could try to learn something about it first hand.  Luckily for her, Gokors gym was right around the corner, and willing to offer her a free trial class that evening, so she could gauge if she intended to continue with training.  With visions of hot fighters dancing in her head, Isabelle pulled on the tiniest baby pink workout shorts known to man, and a matching sports bra, her immaculate white cross trainers and headed over to her first session.  She knew that in this outfit, the men would definitely put the moves on her both on and off the mat.

Elle

            Always early, and always over prepared, Elle was always in control of her life… or at least, that’s what she tried to tell herself every single day.  Today, however, was not like every other day of the rest of her career; she had been sent abroad to pursue a contract, and today was the day that Elle would land this client who would make her the youngest partner at the firm.  To this end, she had dressed herself to the nines, at least in the business sense… A rich, expensive, custom tailored Italian skirt suit that flaunted her figure; showing off every delicious curve of her body, and both hemline and neckline that toyed with the boundary between professional and party hardy playgirl.  When the car arrived at its destination, and she stepped one sky high heel after another onto the carpet leading to the front door, and everyone turned to stare, she knew that she had this client in the bag.  She strutted confidently to the front desk, leaned over it ever so slightly and half whispered to the male attendant… “Monsieur La Tour is expecting me.  My name is Elle and I’m here on behalf of ‘The Firm.’” 

The male attendent got off the phone and said "Monsieur La Tour is waiting for you in his suite. 969." Elle was ready. She wanted nothing more than to be the youngest partner at the firm. She had sacrificed too much. Her freinds, her family, her social life, her sexual needs had all been compromised so that she could be ready for this oppertunity.

  As Elle waited for the eleavator to take her to her destiny, she could feel all the eyes in the lobby on her. She knew that Monsieur La Tour was a man of taste and would appriciate the time and effort she put in her appearence. Elle was not one of these new age feminists that look down on women who use there looks instead of their minds. In fact, it excited Elle thinking about the power she had over men without even saying a word.    

  She smoothed her skirt as she stepped calmly into the elevator.  “Ninth floor, sil vous plait” she said to the elevator operator with a small smile. He said nothing as he pressed the button for her, but the look of absolute longing, hunger and desire for her did not escape her, despite his quickness to turn away.

            Another lobby greeted Elle as she stepped off the elevator.  “Could you direct me to Suite 969, please?” Elle asked the petite blonde secretary at the desk.  “Ah, Mademoiselle Elle?  Monsieur La Tour’s office is right this way, if you please” the young girl said as she motioned for Elle to follow her to the end of the hall, towards a door that clearly led to a large corner office.  Elle took a deep breath as the secretary opened the door and ushered her inside.

Sophia

Rays of sunlight dancing into the dorm room through the gaps in her blinds awakened Sophia with their warmth that morning.  She gently brushed the sleep away from her eyelids with her fingertips as her the world came into focus through her dark brown irises.  She smiled knowingly to herself, as thoughts of last night flooded her mind… his rich, and seductively raspy voice describing unrestrainedly over the phone how he longed to touch her in the most intimate of places, in the most sexual of ways.  The moistness between her legs began to form, as she closed her eyes once more and focused on the sound of his voice.

The intoxication of the phone coverstion had Sophia in a state of sexual frustration. She knew she had to get ready for the long boring day ahead of her but could not stop thinking of those nasty things he said and how horny it was making her. She wanted to call him again right now and listen to him describe how he would use his big cock to stretch her tight pussy. She wanted him to tell her how he would tease her clit with his tongue through her panties until her pussy is so wet that his big cock would slide right into her virgin pussy. She wanted to hear his deep voice tell her he was going to bend her over and stick his tongue deep in her ass. She wanted to be driven into that state of ecstacy she knew only a filthy conversation with him could provide.   

Alas, it was already 6:30am and she had class at 8, which meant she barely had enough time to shower, grab a bite, and run down to main campus… but maybe she could spare a little time to take care of herself before heading out.  Sophia lay back down in bed and parted her thighs slightly, she slid her right hand between them and pressed a finger gently into the warm lips that yearned to be touched, and the moistness that had formed between them.  She closed her eyes and concentrated on hearing his voice in her mind as her fingers expertly found her engorged clitoris and sent soft waves of pleasure throughout her body.  An image formed in her mind, to accompany the voice that she heard, but it was of Matt, a one night stand that she had met months before… it was as though her mind and her motions were not connected, as her fingers continued to work her wetness despite the discrepancy.  Her mind drifted to Matt’s sister, Hannah, and how incredibly beautiful she was, her blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, her perfect breasts… Michael, her current flame would love Hannah.  They would have incredible fun together… and how intensely his eyes would focus on her as he thrust deeper and harder into her, while Hannah suckled her luscious breasts… Sophia’s fingers worked their magic on her body, one hand working her clitoris, never letting up on the waves of pleasure that emanated from her core, the other pushing fingers deep into her waiting, wanting, dripping slit.  Still, Sophia’s mind surged further onwards, including Michael’s best friend, Greg in the action.  Her body rapidly kicked itself into overdrive as she thought more about how sexy Greg was, with his brilliant green eyes and dark chestnut hair… he was the bartender who always gave her free drinks… even when he knew it could get him in trouble with his asshole manager… who, come to think about it, looked a lot like Will, the kid she was tutoring for his AP Calculus class… She started to tell herself what a good kid he was, despite his apparent inability to pay attention in class or obey his parents, when all of a sudden, her body took over and the most incredible, intense feeling of warmth and wetness overcame everything else in existence.  Sophia’s whole body trembled as wave after wave of breathtaking release washed over her.  It had been a long time since she had come this hard, she thought to herself, when she was rudely interrupted by another alarm going off.  Shit!  It was now 7:15 and she had to go down to main campus so as not to be late to class… She smiled as she pulled on her jeans and tshirt over her underwear, and thought to herself how intense and amazing her orgasm had just been, and it was all inspired by the thought of… William?  Oh, God, what?  Had she really come to the thought of the child she was tutoring, or had her brain just been moving so quickly and her body not been able to keep up with it?  What had just happened?  Sophia didn’t have time to decipher it now, as she ran out the door and down the hill to class.

Tacos

It was that slightly salty taste that he was trying to describe. But it's always so hard to describe things on demand, even if they're the things you most like to touch with your fingers and tongue. His mind was drawing a blank, and the only thing he could connect with saltiness was the above-mentioned food item. It was an unfair comparison, of course. But it was a bad question. She asked what she tasted like down there. And taste is not all that a woman is between her legs. There's the smoothness of her legs. The warmth and the softness between them. The wetness. The way she nudges her hips up and down. The way she tilts her head back into the pillow and holds her breath as if she were under water. There is so much more than just what a woman tastes like, and he couldn't describe it on demand.

Jessica

Before her eyes could adjust to the darkness that surrounded her, Jessica felt a hand clutch her throat and forcefully push her against the wall.  His other hand brushed roughly past her thigh, under her skirt as ripped her panties away.  She caught but a glimpse of his light eyes twinkling in the darkness before the world started to go fuzzy as breath escaped her body.  She felt a harsh slap back to reality burn across her cheek as his mouth came down roughly on hers.  He pinned both of her hands high above her head with one of his own, and she struggled to break free, wanting more than anything to touch his skin and pull him closer to her. Quickly she succumbed to his aggressive assault, and was rewarded for her obedience. She raked her hands through his hair and pulled him in as she wrapped one leg around his waist.  She felt her wet cunt positively drip down his fingers as he probed her already pulsating pussy. She ached to be penetrated deeper.