Prologue: In return for Michael cross-dressing as a teen slut at the Prof's orgy
(Chapter 03), Amelia has agreed to go to a glory hole with Michael.
I had arranged to meet Amelia the following Tuesday in the university refectory. I was a little early and she didn't notice me as I entered the hall. She was looking gorgeous, sat at a far table with a window behind her. Sometimes when she moved her head the flickering sunlight seemed to be dancing in her blond hair.
Amelia was playing a game on her phone and when she leaned forward in excitement her small breasts almost burst out of her V necked jumper. She seemed oblivious to this, focusing hard on the screen in her hands. Now and again her eyes would widen and her face would break into a smile. The whole picture was one of innocence at play.
My goodness she was beautiful. Amelia was a classic blond beauty with high cheekbones and bright blue eyes, but she was the sort of girl who seemed unaware of her beauty. In fact, to those who didn't share her sexual life, Amelia appeared rather distant, posh, and prim. A typical academic researching English Literature and attending evening pottery classes. Always wearing jumpers which were too long for her, with sleeves that stretched out reaching for her fingertips.
But, when she was naked with my cock buried deep inside her she was transformed into a sexual Circe, an enchantress of the sensual arts. There was nothing sexual that Amelia wouldn't do, no sex act that she wasn't keen to try and no limit to her creativity in the pursuit of new ways of achieving orgasm. That innocent mouth had sucked my cock a hundred times, and between her legs was a pussy that had been filled too many times to number.
I was fond of Amelia, in fact I wondered if I was getting too fond of her. We were both in long term relationships with dull partners, but she seemed determined to pursue her relationship into marriage whereas mine was simply a habit. She was going to marry her boyfriend Simon, and then live the life of the devoted wife.
She had made it clear that her interest in me was only sexual. We were to be fellow explorers of the sensual jungle. I had been chosen to accompany her on her exploration and in that I had been more than willing. The journey certainly wasn't over, in fact we were about to embark on a new and exciting adventure.
Amelia suddenly looked up and our eyes met across the room. She smiled in that charming way she had and gestured for me to come over. As I crossed the hall the light seemed to be giving her a halo. I sat down opposite her. Amelia spoke first.
"I'm surprised you can sit down with all the cock you had the other night."
I looked nervously about, worried that someone might hear those crisp, toned words. For a moment I felt unusually nervous, but before I could compose an answer she continued.
"Sophie said the Prof's friend had a big one."
"And she should know," I replied.
I went to continue but Amelia raised a finger to her lips.
"Shush, save it until we are in bed; then you can tell me everything."
She fiddled with her phone, turning it off and placing it before her on the table.
"So, Michael what's the plan?"
"We'll do it tomorrow lunchtime. I'll come round to your place in the morning and off we'll go."
"And you know where we are going and all that sort of thing."
"Of course."
" I'll look forward to it."
"I think it will be more than an 'it'. "
Amelia smiled and leaned back in her chair, as she did so she extended her foot under the table. She had slipped off one of her sandals and her bare foot pushed into my crotch. I jerked slightly in surprise, then leaned forward and pushed against it.
She had that look, the one that I had seen so often, the one that meant sexual mischief.
"Naughty boy, you're getting hard." She rotated her foot slightly and my cock was certainly responding.
Suddenly she pulled her foot back and sat up.
" Anyway. I have to go, I'm taking Clemmie to the cinema."
She grabbed her bag, put the phone in it and stood up. Her skirt seemed no wider than a belt and her long jumper almost hid what was showing. Her slim legs looked bronze and inviting. She saw me looking and smiled.
"I'll see you tomorrow."
I got up and kissed her offered cheek.
"Sophie said you were a real teenage bitch," and with that she was gone.
I arrived at Amelia's about twelve. After a couple of rings, she opened the door. She had prepared herself for the day's adventure.
Amelia wore a beanie hat pulled down over her forehead with some tufts of blond hair sticking out around the sides. She had on a baggy jumper which hung down smock like almost to her knees, and her jeans were so tight that they looked as though they had been sprayed on with paint which hadn't yet dried.
"You look like Peter Pan," I said.
Her mouth dropped a little. "Well, you said to look as male as possible."
I smiled. "You look perfect. Come on it's nearly lunchtime. That will be the busiest time."
