Good Mornin Lil Schoolgirl (open for one young lady)

It was a Saturday afternoon, springtime, my second semester at college, and I was wondering just what kind of trouble could be gotten into that night. Which is when Minerva, Toby, and Laurell, some kids who lived on my dormitory floor, walked past my room and Minerva asked if I wanted to go to a costume party at some frat house. It was 2 in the afternoon. None of us had costumes, but it was easy to put them together. Minerva went as herself, which is to say the Roman Goddess of Wisdom. She wore a toga she fashioned out of a white silk sheet. Toby, a flamingly gay young man who lived down the hall, put together his "straight" look: he borrowed my baggy jeans and tee-shirt. Laurell pulled out her old Catholic schoolgirl uniform, and I put on black shoes and pants, a black wife-beater borrowed from Toby, and Minerva fashioned a black collar with a white square for me out of some cloth, and I was a priest. I even had a bible to spare. Minerva produced a six-foot chain, with small links and a hook, and attached it to the goth leather collar Laurell was wearing, and handed it to me, smiling wickedly.

I looked at Laurell. She looked so damn good...


My character: Aaron MacInnis, 19 years old, curly mess of brown hair, brown eyes, nice tan, skinny but lean and athletic from intramural sports. Undeclared major but leaning more and more towards music. A decent guitarist, really still learning the instrument but capable of playing several tunes pretty well, although his singing voice SUCKS. He's single, though he's taken a few different girls out on dates over the course of the schoolyear, and had a couple of drunk/stoned hookups that never led to anything but awkwardness. He's been harboring crushes on Laurell and Minerva all year (they are grade A hotties, after all), but has always figured that a relationship with someone on your dorm floor is nothing but bad news.

Name: Laurell Maxwell
Age: 19
Appearance:At only 5'3 Laurell is petite but athletic with the lean muscularity of a dancer and a dancer's grace of movement while still having full breasts, and gently curving hips. Fiery red curls tumble down to the bottom of her shoulderblades making a counterpoint to soft pearly skin. Grey eyes usually seem ready to laugh and full lips are most often curved into a warm smile.
Bio:Laurell is friendly, laid back, type of girl. Quick to laugh and always ready to try something new but she has a temper as well and when it goes...it goes. She's had her eye on Aaron for awhile and finally asked Minerva and Toby to introduce her with them thinking the party would be the perfect excuse to do so.

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Minerva had been trying to convine me to go to some frat party for weeks now. Apparently it was supposed to be "the" bash of the spring and with most students getting ready for spring break it was sure to be a huge bash. Knowing the frat house hosting it it was also likely to turn into little more than a drunken orgy. I'd actually already planned on going but I let Minerva think I needed convincing, she enjoyed thinking her powers of persuasion were able to move her friends and it was amusing to me to listen to her arguments.

Finally that morning I agreed to go when she finally pulled out her trump card and agreed to introduce me to Aaron. She knew I'd had my eye on him for quite awhile and simply hadn't figured out a way to introduce myself. The party would be a perfect opprotunity.

Little did I know Minerva already had other plans in mind. Still laughing between her and Toby I let them drag me up through the dorm to knock on Aaron's door and laughed as they invited him along with us to the party that night. I cuoldn't keep the smile from my lips when he agreed and as we got ready I had to admit to liking the way he watched me.

The schoolgirl outfit might have been a little over the top but it was a simple standby having once actually been my school uniform. The skirt had been shortened however and the button down shirt re-tailored to be tighter across my chest and to tie over my stomach. A goth collar and cuff, my hair in two ponytails, thigh-high stockings, and a pair of heeled mary-janes completed the sexed up costume and made me look like I should be heading to a strip club more than a party but still eft me more covered than I knew a lot of the other students would be.

Winking at Minerva I offered Aaron a grin as she handed him the leash that attached to my collar and couldn't resist teasing, "I wonder just how naughty I was supposed to have been to have our dear priest thinking I needed to be led around by a leash."

Toby and I had gotten into our costumes pretty quickly, as there wasn't much to them. My evil priest costume came together better than I had thought: black boots, black pants, black wife-beater and a black collar with a little white square at the middle of my throat, a thick leather-bound Bible in my hand.

Toby looked as straight as can be, which was pretty hilarious once he started talking.

The girls showed up to my room, and they looked stunning. Minerva's toga clung to all her curves in the sexiest ways, but my eyes were immediately glued on Laurell.

God damn it, but she looked good. Damn good. Every guy at the party would be drooling over her, jaws hitting the floor, eyes crawling over them. Minerva handed me the leash after she clipped it to Laurell's collar and the schoolgirl gave me a charming smile and said: "I wonder just how naughty I was supposed to have been to have our dear priest thinking I needed to be led around by a leash."

I grinned and stepped closer to her. "The leash was our Goddess's idea, but once you've confessed your sins and proved your contrition, I'll be happy to set you free."

I held the leash tightly, looked Laurell up and down in a manner I never would have if I hadn't already fallen into my costumed role.

Minerva and Toby were standing outside by now. Minerva said: "Hey, I'll be right back, I forgot something in my room!" She ran off, but not before grabbing Toby by the wrist and pulling him along with her.

"The leash was our Goddess's idea, but once you've confessed your sins and proved your contrition, I'll be happy to set you free."

I couldn't keep a small smile from curving my lips as his eyes roamed so blatantly over me and his hand tightened on his end of the leash holding it taut between us. His words only served to set thing tingling low in my belly but I remained where I was instead of stepping in closer to him like my senses screamed at me to.

Tonight was going to be fun.

Somewhere in the background I heard Minerva leave but I knew she'd be back. She hadn't gotten us all dressed up to just leave us alone. Oh no, she'd make sure we made it to the party, she was just giving us a few minutes to tease each other.

"Ahhhh, but Father, confession is the easy part. What act of contrition could possibly make up for my sins?" I asked softly while letting my own gaze roam over him making it clear that 'impure thoughts' would be falling high on my list of sins.

"Ahhhh, but Father, confession is the easy part. What act of contrition could possibly make up for my sins?"

I saw right away that her eyes were as full of lust as my own. I realized that this was going to be one crazy night. I let a little slack go in the chain. "Well, that really depends on their severity my dear. If, perhaps, your sins are minor, I'm sure a few prayers on your knees will suffice. But if, as I suspect, you have really turned your back to the lord," I tugged lightly on the chain then, and stepped closer to her, "then you will have to show him how much you really love him and want to please him."

Our eyes were locked then, our faces not even a foot apart. I was several inches taller than her, and I leaned down just a bit, my hand holding the chain near my head so that it lightly tugged her upwards.

When he let some slack fall into the chain I thought he was done with our little game for now but his words quickly proved me wrong. Prayers on me knees? I could just imagine the sort of praying I would be doing and the very thought made my tongue dart out across my lips and glance down quickly as I wondered just what he would taste like.

Realizing he was still talking I looked back up at him, an inviting smile curving my lips as he tugged the chain taut once more to get my attention once again, ..."then you will have to show him how much you really love him and want to please him."

With him hovering over me - even my heels didn't make me as tall as him - I was forced to look up at him, staring at the lips that hovered so near my own, "Ohhhh, I do Father. I do want to please him, but I've strayed so very far from the path."

Pushing up on my toes I let my lips brush his slightly, tasting the warmth of his lips before a throat cleared behind us making me draw away to turn my head and glare at Minerva.

"Time to go kiddies, you can make out later!" she teased making me roll my eyes.

Minerva's words brought me back to reality, but I held tight to the chain even as we walked through the dorm, down the stairs, and outside. We had a nice long walk through campus; frat row was clear on the other side of the university from our dorms, and we went to a big State school, so it took us a good twenty minutes.

In spite of the costumes, while we made our way to the party, we were our normal selves, and mostly we chatted about parties, the good ones we'd been to this school year, looking forward to the one tonight, which was already promising to be pretty nuts, at least judging from the moment alone Laurell and I had had. My cock had stiffened at Laurell's words, and it was still thick and full of blood, though not hard, just waiting for what it wanted. I tugged on Laurell's leash lightly a few times as we walked, gave her a wink once. I was trying to be surreptitious about it, but it was awfully hard to take my eyes off the girl.

She was just the most delectable thing I'd ever seen.

Finally we got to Frat row, and there were other students in strange costumes making their way toward the Sigma Alpha Epsilon house, where there was loud music and lots and lots of students, just out on the lawn, not even inside the real party yet.

I could have strangled Minerva for her timing but instead I turned toward her, once Aaron gave my leash enough slack, with a small smile and followed where I was led. The walk to the party was pleasant enough with the warm spring weather. We garnered a few odd looks but most of the campus knew about the party and just shrugged off our odd appearance though the eyes that followed Aaron and I weren't lost on me.

Neither were the small tugs on the leash that kept me walking quite close to him. Just from that brief touching of lips before I was achingly aware of him and would have happily turned right around to lock ourselves in his room for a few days. Sadly that wasn't an option...for now.

Reaching the frat house I laughed off the catcalls and whistles aimed at Minerva and myself and was suddenly glad for the leash tethering me to Aaron. I didn't have to worry about losing him in this crowd as long he held onto it. Working our way into the house I laughed as the music assaulted our ears and vibrated along my skin. Music this loud and...potent...always made my body want to move whether it was to the song playing or a lovers touch didn't matter, it energized me.

Reaching out I slid a hand up Aaron's neck and into his hair, gently pulling him down to murmur in his ear, "Drinks, mingling, or dancing first?"

The beat of the music was already getting into my feet. The party was hoppin, definitely the place to be, and the hottest girl in here was attached, quite literally, to me!

I spotted the kegs and the bar and there was an abysmally long line to get a drink.

"Drinks, mingling, or dancing first?" she said in my ear, her hand running through my hair sending chills up and down my spine. Her body was right up against mine.

Minerva piped up behind us. "Hey, we're gonna get drinks, you heretics want beers?" she asked.

"Yeah, one for each of us," I said, slipping her a ten dollar bill and letting my arm wrap around behind Laurell, my hand gripping tightly to her hip. The bass was pounding away as Minerva and Toby bounded through the crowd. "We'll be on the dance floor!" I called after her, and then looked down at Laurell again. "Well come on," I said, walking towards the dance floor and giving her a light tug to follow.

I laughed softly as Minerva had to yell to be heard over the music and the crowd but I was glad it was her and Toby, instead of us, going to get the drinks. The line was atrocious! I would have paid for my own but Aaron beat me to it and before I could protest Minerva and Toby were lost in the crowd leaving me standing oh-so-close and with his arm wrapped around me.

Tucked in against his side was a good place to be.

"Well come on,"

I didn't say anything, only laughed at the tug on my leash and followed obediantly through the crowd until he found a spot on the floor that both of us would fit. The floor was packed with writhing bodies that forced us together and I grinned impishly up at him as I pressed closer than was needed and started to sway against him to the music. My body deliberatly making promises I fully intended to keep later.

She had a natural rhythm when she moved, and this was especially apparent on the dance floor, as she moved against me, our bodies pressed together, her little body rubbing against mine in ways that only served to cause our hormones to rage together. We were surrounded by people, sweaty and sexy, all dressed up and all turned on, and as I looked around I was reminded less of dancing and more of foreplay.

Pirates, angels, faeries, Romans and Greeks in togas, police and firefighters, witches, cheerleaders... everyway I turned there was a new and different costume barely containing the sexy young body within.

My attention returned to the sexy young body that was writhing against me, and then I didn't care much to check out anyone else. The tight shirt, the teasing cleavage, her flat belly, that oh so short skirt... one of my arms wrapped around her, holding her close to me, enjoying too much the feeling of her full breasts rubbing against my chest. My other hand still held that bible, which I rested against her ass as we danced, and my leg slid between hers and she was quick and eager to straddle my thigh... God damn, but she was a good little girl...

He made dancing with him easy. His arms held me close and that bible against my ass barred anyone from getting ideas about coming up behind me. I felt his thigh pressing between my own and caught his gaze, keeping my thighs together for just a moment before letting them part and riding up high on his leg. Without even thinking about it my arms lifted, winding around his neck and pressing my body even closer.

Foreplay? Of course. I wanted him as aware of my body as I was of him and couldn't think of any better way of ensuring it than to press close and move with the music. With my arms around his neck my breasts pressed to his chest and my hips rolled to meet his, a small knowing smile cuving my lips as I stared up at him and mouthed one simple word, "Later."

Before I got the chance to say anything else Minvera and Toby managed to make their way through the crush of bodies bringing us our drinks and with wide grins on their faces clearly enjoying the party.

"Hey, thanks for gettin our beer," I said, taking mine when Toby handed it to me. I slid the leather handle of the leash around my wrist of the hand holding the bible. We stopped dancing for a moment to clink our plastic red cups together. "Thanks for bringing me to this party, Minerva, this is great!" I said, after we all took a swig. I looked down at Laurell, standing next to me in her little schoolgirl outfit, close, taking a drink of her beer, and then I said: "I haven't had this much fun all year!"

"So, you guys want to stay out here and dance or go find some friends to mingle with?" I asked Minerva and Toby. Toby was looking around over the crowd (he was a few inches over six feet tall), presumably trying to find some friends. If I knew anything, it was that Toby and Minerva were big partiers and likely knew a lot of people. They were just social animals like that.

Myself... well... all the raging hormones and lust were making this priest need a cigarette, in a bad way. And perhaps a shot of whiskey. I wondered if the girls and Toby smoked weed, remembering the fat joint in my back pocket. I took another drink of my beer, and my other hand, the one holding the bible, was behind Laurell's back and I gently, surreptitiously patted her asscheeks with the bible while Minerva and Toby argued about Dancing vs. Mingling.

It wasn't lost on me when the leash went from hangin between us, as it had been while we were dancing, to be safely looped around Aaron's wrist. The same one that held the bible no less; it was clear I wasn't going anywhere. Not that I wanted to, but I found the slightly possessive gesture amusing and shot him a small grin to let him know I'd noticed as we all sipped at our beers. When he said he hadn't had this much fun all year I simply looked up at him with a smile that promised more fun later.

Moving just a step closer to his side a small laugh filled my throat when I felt that bible lightly patting my ass. Wouldn't the people that made it be shocked! Still it was a rather fun byplay as ever now and then he did it just fast enough that my skirt flared up a bit and I actually felt the leather cover on my bare asscheeks. Not an unpleasant sensation.

"Toby make a decision!" I finally hollered over the noise of the crowd and the music. "We can't just stand here all night."

Toby shot me an annoyed look before finally grabbing my hand and Minerva's and pulling us through the crowd. It was clear he'd forgotten the collar and leash around my neck but his grip was tight enough I couldn't pull away easily in the crowd and left me hoping Aaron could keep up.

Toby grabbed the girls and led them through the crowd, and I was right behind Laurell, acutely aware of the leash connecting us and wanting very much to be right close to her. A couple of times we ran into crowds that Toby couldn't slide through, and I "accidentally" bumped into Laurell from behind, and as Toby tried to find a way through I leaned down and planted a couple kisses on Laurell's long neck from behind her, taking the opportunity to let my eyes feast on her ample cleavage in that tight little white blouse, that bible rubbing against her butt through her little skirt again...

I wondered where we were going, and soon Toby was leading us down a dim, crowded hallway and then we were through an open door and into a smoky dark den, with big comfy sofas and recliners. There was a movie being projected onto one of the walls, but the sound was too low to hear any of it over the din of people. This was clearly a privileged space at the frat party, but Minerva and Toby were popular enough to be granted entrance. I didn't really know if Laurell knew all these people or not; I sure didn't know many of them. I had never been interested in rushing for any frats.

"Nice outfits," the guy guarding the door said as we walked in with Toby and Minerva, the frat boy clearly checking out Laurell in her sexy schoolgirl uniform.

I couldn't help laughing as we all followed closely behind Toby. We must have made quite an impression on the other partiers we had to fight to get through, all four of us demanding through at the same time. I had no doubt that Toby stepped on more than one foot to get people out of our way but I wasn't going to complain as long as it worked.

As amusing as trying to barrel through the crowd was however, I found myself liking it better when Toby got stuck because while he was looking for a way through, Aaron would press up behind me. I could feel the warmth of him through my thin blouse and the small kisses he trailed on my neck made me purr softly and press back toward him...at least until a jerk on my hand from Toby would start us forward again.

At last we seemed to reach wherever we were going and Toby released my hand. He and Minerva seemed to just flit into the darkened room like the social butterflies they were. I didn't really know anyone in the room but them so I hung back with Aaron knowing I wouldn't get far anyway unless he wanted me to.

"Nice outfits,"

Startled at actually being able to hear a normal voice I looked up at the guy at the door and offered a polite smile. I wasn't particularly thrilled with the way his eyes ran over me. It felt like he was trying to imagine me naked and finding it all too easy. Not letting my thoughts show on my face I simply ignored him and turned to take Aaron's hand and draw him deeper into the dim room, finding an open armchair and playfully pushing him into it before slipping into his lap with a teasing grin.

"So Father, how am I doing so far on that whole penance thing?"

She fit so wonderfully in my lap, her little body curling around me a bit, and my senses were filled with her: smooth skin, long legs, all that red hair, that charming smile... "My child, the first step towards penance is confession. We've yet to determine the severity of your sins against our lord. I will say, however, that I am pleased with your eagerness to please..." I took a drink of my beer, surprised at how easy it was to fall into my role as priest with just a little push from her.

I set the bible down in her lap, which caused her little skirt to crawl up her thighs a bit, exposing a bit more of the flesh there. All I wanted to do was ravage her right there, in front of all these strangers, use her little body for my own pleasure. I took another drink, started to feel the alcohol buzzing round my head a little. Across the room, a faerie was making out with a toga-clad frat boy on a sofa.

"My child, the first step towards penance is confession. We've yet to determine the severity of your sins against our lord. I will say, however, that I am pleased with your eagerness to please..."

I wanted to chuckle as he took his role seriously but instead I looked down, pretending to be ashamed of whatever I needed to "confess". I even managed a small blush though I doubted he could see it in the dim light of the room.

"Well Father, I have to admit I've been very bad. I've been harboring the worst thoughts and fantasies about a young man in my dorm. I'm sure he'd be shocked if he knew the things I thought about him," I said and met his gaze once more, this time with a small smile playing at the edges of my mouth.

Taking another drink from my own beer I leaned forward before he could say anything and whispered softly in his ear, "And I'm having those same thoughts about my Confessor right now. However will I make up for my sins Father?"

My heart was racing for this nymph in my lap. "Hmm, this is dire," I said, pondering her words and everything they could mean. I wondered if she could feel how rock hard my cock was. It was pressed right against her tight round ass, just uncomfortable enough to amplify my lust. "These desires you have, for this boy in your dorm, these fantasies you harbor... how often do you indulge your straying thoughts? Though, certainly, you've never actually acted on these desires of yours?"

Feeling how hard he was while we played out our little game only made it all the more fun. It might not have been as obvious but I was just as turned on as he was and knew that if reached between my thighs he'd find me more than ready for him. Thinking about it a small smile played about my lips wondering how he would react when he found out just what was - or wasn't as the case may be - under my short little skirt.

His voice snapped me back from my thoughts and, after taking another drink, I looked down with mock-contrition written clearly over my face.

"Oh no father! I haven't acted on them but I think them quite often. It's quite the distraction during my studies sometimes and I've even..." my voice trailed off and again a blush touched my cheeks at what I was about to say. "I-I've even...well I've touched myself while thinking them Father!"

It was so hard not to laugh at the innocence I tried to put into my voice, as if I were actually confessing some great sin to a priest but I managed to keep that contrite expression and looked up at him from eyes large and almost pleading.

"Whatever will I do Father, please tell me how I can make amends!"

Of course the thought of her masturbating, indulging her lusty fantasy (of me?) made my heart skip a beat.


"Whatever will I do Father, please tell me how I can make amends!"

"Hmm," I said, and took another drink. Startin to get a little low. "Quite frequently you say. It is clear that this boy has used some kind of devil's magic on you. He has already pulled you quite far away from our lord, and once he gets his evil hands on you it will be far too late to save your soul. But now, it is still possible to bring you back into your Father's loving arms," one of my arms was behind her back, and I placed my hand on her hip and let it trail down the fabric of her skirt a little bit. "But, your devotion must be sincere and genuine, for if it is not, you will be forever haunted by these fantasies."

"But, your devotion must be sincere and genuine, for if it is not, you will be forever haunted by these fantasies."

Feeling the arm around me and the hand inching the hem of my skirt up just a bit I deliberatly shifted on his lap, rocking the firm curve of my ass against the hard length of him that I could feel under me and causing my skirt to ride up further under his fingers. Looking up into his face with an earnest desperation I grabbed the front of his shirt pulling him closer to the front of my body as I nodded my head at his words.

"Oh I'm sincere Father. You have only to tell me what I need to do and I'll do it! I can't bear the burden of my sins any longer, please help me Father!"

"Oh I'm sincere Father. You have only to tell me what I need to do and I'll do it! I can't bear the burden of my sins any longer, please help me Father!"

"I believe you, my dear, and I am here to help you." I took a last gulp of my beer before setting the cup down, and my newly free hand came to rest on her bare smooth thigh. Her hot body wiggled in my lap, creating amazing sensations along the length of my hard member. My hand on her leg slowly slid up her thigh, roaming around to grab her firm cheek under that little skirt that was riding up and offering more and more tantalizing views. My hand squeezed bare flesh, and I figured she was wearing a thong. My arm behind her pressed her breasts against my chest, and now it was my turn to whisper in her ear: "the first step towards redemption is allowing the Lord to enter you and take you for his own."

"I believe you, my dear, and I am here to help you."

A smile curved my lips when he said that and I was willing to bet I knew exactly the type of help he had in mind! Gulping down the rest of my own beer I twined my arms around his neck and had to fight down a small whimper as his hand started to creep up under my skirt. Feeling that grip that squeezed my ass I grinned secretively up at him knowing he hadn't yet realized just how bare the flesh he was gripping was.

Letting him press me tighter against him I shivered and warmth ran down under my skin to tighten low in my belly, need written clearly on my face as I held his gaze. His lowly murmured words drawing a soft gasp from my lips.

"The first step towards redemption is allowing the Lord to enter you and take you for his own."

"Whatever you tell me to do Father I will, just tell me how," I said, need and playfulness shining in my eyes as I leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "Tell me just how to please you."

I let my hand wander away from her firm buttock, sliding back down her thigh, my fingers trailing along the stockings that wrapped her shapely legs. "It would please me," I said, my fingers lightly trailing back up her leg, then to her bare upper thigh... then just under her skirt... "very much..." my hand moving across to her other leg, the tip of my middle finger brushing the flesh, her mound (her clit?), no thong there at all, and I realized immediately that she was wearing nothing under that skirt.

"For you to straddle me... right here," I said, giving just a little tug on the leash...