I met Alice during my sophomore year in college when we were assigned to work on a psychology class project together. She had very short black hair and always wore long, loose dresses that effectively covered every part of her that might have been the least bit seductive. I figured she was another one of those sexless bookworms who put their whole life into study and then graduate with perfect grade point averages and their virginity intact.
The project, a repeat of an old experiment, didn't mean much to me at the time. It was just something I had to do to pass the class. What I do remember is the second project Alice suggested one day.
Alice was studying to be a home economics teacher, but I found out that wasn't her real passion. If she wasn't in a class or studying, she was at the library doing research into her favorite subject -- human sexual response. She claimed that she would probably have to teach classes on family life someday, and she wanted to be prepared to answer any questions that might come up. One afternoon she started quoting statistics about cock length and the number of orgasms a woman can have in such and such an amount of time. I figured by the time Alice graduated, she'd be able to answer about any question anybody could ever ask her because she had a ton of research material available to her.
By week four, both of us were bored silly. The experiment was going like we already knew it would, and there wasn't really any point in continuing other than to gather more data. That's when Alice suggested we do our own experiment.
She showed me a book she'd bought. It had a plain green cover and the title was "In Search of the Pink Peach". I'd never heard of it, but I opened it somewhere near the front and froze,
There on the page was a completely naked woman with her thighs spread wide. She was cupping her breasts and the look on her face said she was having a great time. That wasn't much more than I'd already seen in Dad's magazines. What I hadn't seen before was the guy lying between her thighs with his face buried in her bush.
"Alice, where the hell did you get this?", was all I could think of to say.
"Well, you know that little theater down at the other end of town, the one that shows dirty movies? They also sell books. I went in to see what they had, and bought this one."
"Yeah, I've been there, but there weren't any women. Other than some of us from my dorm, the only other people there were a few old guys in raincoats. Weren't you a little out of place?"
"I dressed up in jeans and a shirt and jacket like a guy. In case you haven't noticed, it's not all that hard for me to look like a guy."
Well, she had me there. Alice wasn't particularly feminine, and she was skinny as a rail. If she had tits, they didn't show and her ass wasn't very big either.
"OK, as crazy as it is, I'll buy that. So what are we going to do with the book? I suppose we could see if it causes a response in our guy subjects. Probably would, I'll bet."
"Well, I've never been able to find a good reference for cunnilingus, and this seemed like it might have some good information."
I turned the page and started to read. It wasn't really a textbook. It was a collection of stories about how great if felt lick a woman's pussy and how great it felt to them. I turned the page again and there was a close-up of a woman's pussy. The caption was "Freshly licked and still wet." What was pretty amazing to me was the size and shape of the woman's inner lips. They looked a butterfly lying between her thighs. I felt my cock start to swell, and it pulled my attention from the picture enough that I realized Alice was breathing pretty hard. When she spoke, her voice was a low, breathy whisper.
"Do you suppose it really does that to a woman? It must be fantastic. "
"I dunno. Never had the experience myself."
"Neither have I. That's why I bought it. I wanted to find out. Wanna read it with me?"
"Yeah...I suppose."
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We spent the afternoon laying on a blanket on the dorm lawn reading. By the third page, my cock was hard as a brick. It was affecting Alice too, at least, if the way she kept grinding her belly into the ground was any indication. We'd finished the second chapter when Alice said she had to use the ladies room. Before I could say anything, she was up and gone. About ten minutes later, she came back. Her face looked flushed, and she had this funny look in her eyes. I asked her if she was OK.
"Yeah, I'm fine now. Well, not really fine, but I'm OK."
"What's the matter?"
Alice looked at me for a good minute as if I was a car she was thinking of buying.
"We've worked together pretty well on this project. Would you be interested in doing another one with me?"
"Sure, I guess. Depends on what it is."
"I want -- ", Alice looked me straight in the eyes. "I want to do what they're doing in the book, and I want you to do it to me."
All the warning bells from my high school conversations about eating pussy went off at once - you get hair in your mouth and gag, it smells like a fish and, my personal favorite, "they pee out of there you know ". I liked Alice, so I didn't want to hurt her feelings...but damn.
"Uh, well like I said, I've never done that before either. Maybe you should find someone who has. If I didn't do it right, you might not like it."
Alice shook her head.
"No, I trust you. As for knowing how to do it, we'll just do what they do in the book."
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