Welcome to St. Martin's

[Light Ice]

The ivy gripped the brick buildings with leafy fingers, caressing their aged sides with affection. The girl's dormator was alive today, shaking with activity, students moving back after a breif summer respite from their studies. Uniforms were tied back, kept haphazard, casual and light...enjoying the lingering summer warmth, and tickling autumn breeze. That special time when the seasons met, creating an incredible miriad of colors and the perfect climate to walk and admire them.

Frank, such a fitting name for a grounds keeper, was busy just outside...his eyes lingering to a familair room. The horizontal blinds stopped him from looking within, but he could feel her there. Posting pictures on the wall, marking days on her calender.

"Hey, Mr. Abignale!" cheered a few friendly voices, and a trio of girls skipped past. He offered them a soft smile, before bending and plucking a few more nails from the box in his tool box.

The hammer was heavy in his hand, comforting, and he found himself smiling despite himself. He had grown lonely over the summer, reclusive....it was nice to be out and about again. Soon, all the wonderful benefits to his job would remind him why he stayed.

Tucking a spare nail between his lips, the dark haired Mr. Fix-It went about repairing he worn, wooden sign.

"Welcome to St. Martin's" it said cheerfully.

The mood was shared by the entire faculty, which watched the young girls return through their office windows. Another semester, that was all Frank could think about...

Maybe this time she would notice.

 

[Moonbright]

Amanda

Amanda Jane Kensington - Professor of Drama and Music

Amanda Kensington drove her white Chevrolet into the grounds of St. Martins, having enjoyed the drive on this bright autumn morning. Her thoughts had been lingering on her recent vacation to Switzerland - not to mention the short but very passionate affair with the god-like sleigh instructor - but now turned to the school semester to come.

Amanda had already elected to take a back seat with the senior girls, Jonathan had been pleased with her work last term, and she was satisfied that the upper school now housed a capable and self-assured body of students; a few unruly trouble makers but that was inevitable. She would concentrate on the new girls, a fresh body of students; unworldly, innocent and eager to please.

“Good morning Frank, welcome back to school” she smiled and winked at the grounds-keeper as she entered the building.

Kicking off her shoes Amanda slid behind her ancient oak desk and sat back for a moment, pondering. She remembered her liaison with Marcus only last term on this very desk. She did hope he wasn’t keen for more involvement, though she certainly wouldn’t turn down another of those sessions. She allowed a wicked smile to spread across her face as she considered the possibilities.

Time to gather her portfolio together for the staff meeting. She sat up and busied herself collating timetables, student profiles and a file of role-play exercises she had developed for the new girls. Self development was top of her list for her girls and she liked to make sure they were properly prepared for whatever situations they may find themselves in, both in school and in life.

There was a knock at the door. Amanda took her compact from her bag, powdered her nose and applied fresh lipstick, quickly tying back her raven hair and pinning it into a bun.

“Enter” she sweetly commanded.

 

[cgraven]

Clear blue sky, crisp air, the trees just touched by the first signs of autumn, the campus coming alive with activity after the long summer hiatuses.

Dr. Jonathan Windsor strolled the campus enjoying the sun and for a brief moment escaping the doldrums of his office. His black dean's gown ruffled by a passing breeze, The scene could be right out of Oxford or Cambridge England for Jonathan Windsor was the perfect image of an English Dean.

Good Morning head Master.

He casual acknowledged the greetings of students and faculty with a gracious nod. For though St. Martin's was not in England it was in every other way a proper English finishing school for Young Ladies, a dumping ground for the spoiled, affluent, prodigy of The Upwardly Mobile, and elite The dress code was stringent requiring uniforms, for students and faculty alike. Yes St. Martin's was ultra conservative, no breathe of scandal, yet there was a dark side and Dr. Jonathan Windsor ruled over both.

Already he had chosen several young students and female professors for his special attention for the coming fall term.


"Abignale good I see you have all in good order"

A barely perceiveable yet highly wicked smile creased the head’s face as he watched the retreating figure of Amanda Kensington. Her supple figure drew me back to the morning and the note I had penned. A morning spent reviewing the files of the new students, and new staff, selecting candidates for my special attention.


Miss Kensington

Our little Swedish exchange student has peeked my interest please insure that her virginity stays in tact my dear. Also as it has been a long summer, My appetites are rather ravenous.

I look forward to personally instructing her in all the “Special Programs” here at St. Martian’s


Jonathan Windsor

Head Master.

Ps

Amanda do stop by my office at the first available opportunity for a consulting session and your yearly evaluation.


She had been most helpful last semester, he was well pleased with her efforts to prepare their young charges for his personal counseling.

 

[Frambois]

Ingrid

I could not be more nervous as I walked along the corridor of my new school. Everything seemed so different from my convent in France, where everyone went about so quietly and dressed in long skirts and tightly buttoned shirts.

My pleated skirt and white blouse seemed such a relief, but I was anxious that I would not fit in, I wanted to do drama and felt I could act, but am so very shy. All my nineteen years had been in sheltered surroundings, now I had to make my way in this new school, I hope I make friends, I hope I am dressed properly, my bare legs are cool in the autumn breeze, little goosebumps on my thighs and on my bare arms, I wish I had worn longer socks and maybe a jacket.

I am looking for the right door, and am scared to knock, maybe I can find someone to help me.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Elizabeth Harrington

Elizabeth stood at the window and looked out at the now familliar grounds of St Martin's.
Another year, her second, she reflected.
She looked down seeing the same faces busily moving between the pathways and buildings.
She looked back into her room and saw the open half-empty trunk in the middle of the floor.
This time she was looking forward to it though.
Gone were the fears of the unknown, the lonliness, the feeling of abandonment.
She remembered how she had protested last year when her uncle had placed her in that boarding school.

Her parents had been English, both of them full of life, providing her with a warm and loving home. The only sadness for the family was that Elizabeth was an only child. Elizabeth had had attention lavished on her, yet she was not spoiled. Like her mother she was quiet, gentle and had inherited the dark almost jet black hair, doe-like brown eyes and a contrasting porcelein skin, which set her apart from many of her contemporaries.

And then her life had been torn apart.
One tragic car crash and her parents were gone.
And for the first time in her life, Elizabeth had found herself alone.
Although 18, Elizabeth wished to continue her education and would not inherit before her coming of age at 21.
Grief stricken, Elizabeth learned that the will named an unknown uncle as her guardian and agreed, somewhat numbly, to travel to America and enrol in the school of her uncle's choosing.

When she had arrived at St Martin's it was with reluctance.
Her uncle was strange ... distant ... elderly ... yet he was family and all Elizabeth had wanted was to hide herself away with the only relation she was aware of having.
The fact that she so clearly did not want to be there did not help her attract friends.
Her air of wistful tragedy hung around her both repulsing and intruging those she came into contact with.

And so the healing process had been long and slow, but things had gotten better and although she was never classed to be with the "in" group, she was happy to be on the sidelines and absorb herself in her studies, proving to the surprise of many that she was in fact quite a scholar.

Elizabeth crossed to the trunk and began systematically to pull out the remaining possessions and place them on the bed.
To think that she had wished to stay home with her uncle!
After the summer she had just passed, she had been impatient to return to the purposeful atmosphere of St Martin's.
Finally the last item was stacked on her bed.
She began to move methodically around her room, setting things in their place.
She knew that Mr Abignale would be called soon, to remove the trunk and put it into storage for her.
After all, she would not be going back to her Uncle's for any of the holidays that year she had decided.
But perhaps ... if she made more effort ... one of the girls might invite her to stay with them ...

She shrugged.
She would depend on no one and ask no one for favours.
She was on her own. She could cope and she would do well.
And so it was she faced her new school year with determination and quiet optimism.

 

[Paendragon]

Professor James Marcus Dean

"Enter!"

Marcus walked into her office, looking through the rolls for his classes.

"Have you noticed the influx of off-shore students..." He shook his head. He was always being accused of being slightly lost in his own world. And here he was, demonstrating it admirably.

"Amanda," he said, glancing up and grinning, apologetically. "I hope you enjoyed your vacation?"

He put his papers on her desk, and ran his fingers through his wavy hair, eyeing her. She was a beautiful creature... that was for sure. And they had such similar tastes in their students.

He glanced at his watch, and sat. he was supposed to be out in the hallways helping the new arrivals, but had decided against it. It wasn't as if he'd be fired. His credentials were too damned good for this school as it was, and the board knew it. No, short of a felony, his job was quite safe.

 

[Light Ice]

Frank Abignale

Frank managed a nod, a polite smile tugging his lips upwards. He knew what the faculty were up to, but he himself had never been invited to the activities. It would have made things easier, seducing the girls, with the intellectuals on his side. He admired most of them, the way they carried themselves, and how easily the girls swooned at their feet.

His lips pursed a moment, and he brought a strong up to wipe at a bead of sweat that had gathered on his brow. His encounters with the students had been few and far between, most bred to ignore the blue-collared work horses that help make their family fortunes.

The faculty on the other hand...

Frank was a middle aged woman's rough edged diamond, a discreet encounter would instantly reawaken a dormant libido. Mind you, those who had been on the staff for a few years had found others ways to do so, but Frank prided himself on the changes he invoked in some of the female professors.

Sometimes, he even caught a sway in their hips.

But she was the one he really was after, Claudia Garcia. She stood out amongst the others. perhaps being one of the only non-WASP conformists that inhabited St. Martin's halls. He had made an effort this year in his appearance, spending the summer at the gym...toning up, hair neatly cut and his clothing a bit more stylish. At least, considering his line of work.

Desperately hoping to attract her attention, Frank found himself waving to a few of the other young ladies. If Claudia didn't bite right away, he certainly would have plenty of distractions.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Monique Chandlers

IC:

School, bah! What a waste of time.. I didn't need to continue going here, Daddy's company was going to be mine regardless. But it did prove to be an interesting passtime.

My eyes fell on the handyman as the Rolls pulled up before the dorms. Nice ass, strong arms, sturdy back. Fuckable.. If he earns it. Smiling with the thought I waited for the driver to open my door.

I swear daddy had a new driver every damned week, keeping names straight was pointless, so I smiled and moved around to the back of the car. A second matching Rolls pulled up behind us with more of my luggage.

"Only two more years.." I hoped, then I could get away from here and start living my own life. This school.. What could I say about this school really?

You loved it. And you hated it. Rules, rules and more rules. Curfews and more rules.. The staff here had their little slaves, or so they thought. Smirking, I eyed my room window above. Under a carefully hidden board was all the blackmail material one could ever hope for. On everyone!

Well.. She's knew. I watched a girl walk by, looking lost and scared. Ok not everyone.

"Third floor, top floor." I grinned broader, I loved having the top floor, you had access to the roof and many visible windows. I left the driver and hired help haul my things upstairs, stopping to glance around the court yard. Pushing an errant strand of hair behind my ear, I grinned once more at the handyman, eyed his ass and went on up.

Peeking in the first open door, I noticed Elizabeth had returned. "Bravery or boredom?" I smiled friendly-like and leaned against her door frame. She was pretty, her second semester.. Soon she would be here as long as I have been. I could show her the ropes and ways to getting her way.. I wondered however if she wanted that or not?

"Do you remember me from last year? Monique Chandlers. Most call me Moni or Moaner. Elizabeth right?" I smiled sweetly, it never hurt to make friends and I didn't really enjoy hanging with the upright bitches and their cliques. I had more money, position, I could rule.. But I didn't like standing out, it ruined all my fun.

"I'm going to be your neighbor this year.." I pointed next door. "need any help, I'm next door."

Glancing at the men hauling my trunks and bags, I opened the door and ushered them inside. I needed less crap, thats all there was to it.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Elizabeth Harrington

"Bravery or boredom?"

Elizabeth turned at the sound of the voice and returned the friendly smile.

"More boredom ..."

She answered wrinkling her nose and looking curiously at the girl who stood at her doorway.

"Do you remember me from last year? Monique Chandlers. Most call me Moni or Moaner. Elizabeth right?"

Elizabeth nodded.

"I remember seeing you around ... yes.
Elizabeth Harrington... nice to meet you properly ..."

She saw a couple of men coming up the stairs a trunk and a box in tow.

"I'm going to be your neighbor this year..need any help, I'm next door."

Elizabeth blinked at the unexpected offer of friendship.
She wanted to fit in this year. She needed friends.
Her life was becoming increasingly lonely.

"Thanks ... Moni ... same for you ... I'm always here ... it'll be good having you next door ..."

She finished breathlessly. It was the most she'd said to anyone since starting here last year.

She giggled, half nervously as Moni rolled her eyes and slipped out of her room to organise her things. Elizabeth could here her ordering the men around. She sat on the bed and grinned. She knew very little about her neighbour. She had gathered she was popular, not quite with the "in" group, but only because she was independent and strong enough to stand alone and let people come to her. Perhaps this year was looking up already.

 

[Asa]

~Dyanna Trentas~

*Transferred here from yet another School her Fathers travels for his work made Shool a place of some sanctuary to her and also just more proof that again she had to tear her life apart to be the Dutiful daughter. Her father knew the Head Master here andher mother had attended here long ago so maybe just maybe this is a place they would let her stay for the rest of her schooling. ONly a sophmore though she had the body of a Senior blossoming younger than most she knew which had drawn her the attention of the boys at her last school which did not sit well with her father thus her transfer here.

Long Raven black hair dark eyes and year round warm "tanned" skin tone from her fathers Mediteranian blood
Well graced 36D full pouty lips and LONG slender well toned legs and her mothers attitude in many ways.

Licking her lips slightly as the unmistakeable Embassy limo drove up the drive to the school seeing the Handymn she smiled he was very attractive maybe this Girls school would not be all that bad after all

Once the limo stopped in front to let her out she gave a teasing wink tothe Driver a young man she flirted and toyed with since the first day her father hired him and his brother to drive the family around luckily Father liked them enough that they traveled with the family like a extension of hte family*


See you next holiday Erynso *she leaned up to kiss his cheek and darted off before he could react as she took her bags and hurried to the door with a devious smirk and an innocent sway to her walk vanishing intothe halls of learning again. Knowing full well she was leaving the young man to think and wonder and tortured till he was sent to fetch her from here for whatever holiday befell first*

 

[Moonbright]

Amanda and Marcus

Marcus entered Amanda’s office, looking distracted as ever.

“Marcus, it‘s good to see you.” she said, once he remembered himself. “My vacation was…” she paused, searching for the appropriate word “exhilarating, thank you.”

“And yours? You look like you could do with a few more weeks. Lady Chatterly keep you up again?” she teased.

He did look dashing as ever; she felt a familiar stirring in her loins and crushed her thighs together as she playfully swung her leg, watching him run his fingers through that gorgeous unruly hair.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Welcome back Miss Kensington." said the secretary, "From Dr Windsor” and handed her a note.

“Thank you Mary” and she began to read.

Miss Kensington

Our little Swedish exchange student has peeked my interest please insure that her virginity stays in tact my dear. Also as it has been a long summer, My appetites are rather ravenous.

I look forward to personally instructing her in all the “Special Programs” here at St. Martian’s


Jonathan Windsor

Head Master.

Ps

Amanda do stop by my office at the first available opportunity for a consulting session and your yearly evaluation.

Amanda raised her eyes and smiled.

“You devil Marcus! No wonder you were so interested in the off-shore girls”, she laughed heartily.

“One certain Swedish exchange student perhaps?“ she smirked. “Ingrid… something or other, isn‘t it?”

Gathering papers together from her desk she briskly instructed him, “Well keep those roaming hands of yours away from her; Jonathan wants this one, and I intend to make sure he gets what he wants, first. I’ll let you know when he’s finished with her.”

She lowered her voice and came closer to him, “But be patient Marcus; could take some breaking in this one.” and she planted a kiss firmly on his lips before running her fingers through his hair and patting him on the ass.

“Jonathan wants to see me. Could you pass my gown?” she asked as she walked to the cabinet to retrieve her portfolio.

Amanda bent over to open the cabinet, perfectly aware that her skirt had ridden up exposing the lace tops of her stockings. Hmmmm... she thought. Jonathan should still be doing his tour of the grounds... perhaps if we're quick... and she smiled and licked her lips at what she thought was the best idea she'd had in ages.

 

[Frambois]

Ingrid

I found the dormitories and with a lonely sigh sit down in an empty one, there are no cases of personal items, just 2 beds and some empty cupboards.

I feel odd hiding in here, my blond pigtails look silly as I see myself in the mirror. None of the other girls have them, and my skirt looks too short, with my little white ankle socks and black shoes I do not look grown up at all.

I dare not unpack my small case unless I am in thewrong place, but don't want to go out either, so I just sit perched on the edge of the bed.

 

[cgraven]

Grumble double posts

 

[cgraven]

My rounds of the campus completed the dreary necessity of my office and duties called me back to my rather plush prison. Oh it was quite comfortable set in the gothic residence that served as both office , and home. Separated from the dormitories, faculty buildings, and lecture halls its semi isolation from the rest of St Martian's campus was ideal y suited for the special programs that I ran for the more promising of the students, and St Martian's more alluring female professors.

Ms. Henesy my executive assistant was every English school boy nightmare of a prim school matron

"Henesy make sure the tea for the incoming students and faculty is ready at three."


Retiring to my study I set my mind to the chore at hand yearly staff evaluations. In reality it was a simple Edwardian study, heavy oak paneling and the desk could rival the deck of a four master, or in its mast a four poster. many a naive female professor and innocent student had met their fate on its polished surface.

The shadows of the day grew longer as the morning wore on to afternoon.

 

[spiritual_love]

Claudia slammed down the phone upon the receiver. Sulking as she felt her temper flaring. Her damn parents, irritated the hell out of her some days. She couldn't understand where they got off. It was like they suddenly decided to conspire against her. She used to be able to work one against the other, eventually getting them to her side of everything but now....everything had changed and here she was again.

St. Martin's.

They were determined to make her "serve" time here. Claudia supposed it could be worse. She could have been shipped across the ocean to some foreign land or perhaps sent to one of those schools in the middle of nowhere. At least St. Martin's had a interesting cast of employees and students, from the handyman to the head Master. Her lips twisted into a smirk as she thought of Mr. Abignale. She had noticed the changes this year and they had surprised her. Perhaps she'd let him get a little feel this year.

Finally, Claudia strutted out of her room. The sound of her heels rang upon the hall floor. She actually refused to wear any flat shoes and didn't possess any. The heels elongated the line of her legs and gave her body that sweet seductive forward tilt, plus she felt absolutely sexy in them. A girl deserved to feel good about herself.

Light caramel eyes washed over the clock upon the wall, it would be time for the tea soon. She supposed she should start the year off and attend. Last year, she had choosen not to attend. It was a waste of time in her eyes. If someone wanted to know her, she would find them.

Her fisted hand tapped upon the doors as she sauntered past, the distinct draw of her heels announcing her arrival.

"Moniiiiii...Moni...We have tea at three, chica. Will you be attending?"

Claudia simply smiled as she spoke to Moni through the opened door to her room, a slender hand upon the dipped curve of her hip. She took a few steps to the side, peering into Elizabeth's room.

"Elizabeth, I know you are ready." She teased, knowing the girl's reputation for being such an introvert. She wouldn't skip the orientation tea or miss a class.

Claudia twisted, catching sight of her reflection within a mirror upon the wall. Her deeply tanned fingers combed through the sunkissed tresses, the perfect golden streaks mingling with the chestnut strands. Her lips pursed into a little pout as she smeared a hint of gloss upon them.

 

[Asa]

~Dyanna~

*Looking over the papers that she got in the mail on her dormroom number and classes and walked to her room looking around*

 

[prometheus 2]

Martin St John

Oh Marty, we're going to miss you so much!"
his tearful mother exclaimed as she straightened his tie and hugged hm possesivly.

"Like a sore foot." His little brother Mike said under his breath from the kitchen table. "Well, at least I finnaly get my own room." He added smuggly.

"But Mom, I'm only going to be forty miles up the coast a St Martins and you and Dad wanted me to go there didn't you?"

"Of course, dear. It's just hard to think of you leaving our home."

Martin gave her a patronizing smile, "It's o.k. Mom I'll come and visit often."

Teh truth be known, Martin was more than happy to get out of here, he was delerious with excitement. In some ways it had been nice to stay at home while going to college but in other ways it was a real pain in the ass, it cramped his social life. He was a player and it was hard to play when you didn't have a pad to play in. At St Martins he'd have the biggest playpen of all...

He hid his excitement it however,it was his 'modus operandus'. He played the shy innocent type letting girls seduce him pretending to be inexperienced and sensitive while his hormones were raging.

He had learned this eary, just barely a teenager yet his good looks had attracted the attention of the older girls on the block and he had skillfully manovered them into teaching him all about the birds and bees. He peaked at eighteen as a bevy of wonderfull female playmates too advantage of to his "innocence". when rumours started of his sexual prowess they were quickly dispelled.

"Not shy Little Marty... he wouldn't."

His father worried, Marty didn't seem to be terribly interested in girls. He needed exposure so his fther made arrangements for Marty to take his first teaching job at St Martins. Marty was elated, he had planned it that way subversively providing his father with the neccessary information.

He had majored in biology minored in anatomy at UCLA for obvious reasons. In high school he watched as girls fell head over heals in 'love' with their male biology teachers and women teachers fairly exuded their seuallity. On more than one occasion he let a delightfull exhuberrant woman teacher keep him after class for 'special lessons'. again his disarming natural attractiveness and quiet aquiescence aided him in his ultimate goal of sexual gratifcation.

He jumped into his volkswaggon beatle and headed for St Martins, visions fo all the bright young students he was going to be teaching....A great more than basic biology.

His time had arrved.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Monique Chandlers

grrrrrr this is annoying

 

[Sweetp4u]

Monique Chandlers

IC:

Everything in place and the help gone, I was settled in yet again for another long semester of mind games. Smiling, I sat on my bed and planned out what I was going to do first.

There were many options, I knew all the professors and my classes, my load lighter this year. Daddy was paying for a real nice education... One of games and deceit. This year however I was going to get proof, get the 'dirt' so to speak on all of these professors and the head master. Knowing was one thing and debatable. But hard evidence got you alot further.. Maybe by the end of this semester I'd be graduated.. with honors..

Grinning, I left my room to find Elizabeth. I should really educate this one on what goes on around here and how one went about getting their way too.

Rapping on her door, I waited to see if she was in there or out?

"Elizabeth? It's me again.. Moni.. " Shifting from leg to leg, I eyed my dress with distaste. I really hated these uniforms..

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Elizabeth Harrington

Elizabeth had heard the call from the other girl, she could not know her name, although the voice sounded vaguely familiar.
She knew they were going to the little gathering, an event she would avoid this year. Elizabeth hated " getting to know you " sessions. People would either be your friend ... or they would not ... a tea party wouldn't change that one way or the other.

"Elizabeth? It's me again.. Moni.. "

Elizabeth smiled. She liked her lively neighbour.
The girl would give her some company, some distraction over the coming year, she thought. She never expected her to choose to be "freinds" with Elizabeth, but she was certainly friendly.

"Come in ... it's open ..."

She looked up from her book as Moni entered and smiled.
Curled on the bed, Elizabeth had had not intention of "socialising" that evening, but she was curious about her companion.

"Where you off to Moni?"

Elizabeth asked shyly.

 

[Paendragon]

Amanda and Marcus

“Marcus, it‘s good to see you. My vacation was… exhilarating, thank you” She said, the playfullness evident in her soft english accent, giving away just what happened on that vacation.

Marcus smiled, wondering to himself, what the man's name was. Amanda was insatiable. And he wouldn't have her any other way.

“And yours? You look like you could do with a few more weeks. Lady Chatterly keep you up again?”

She was teasing him, and grinning miscieviously. He felt the familiar urge to walk around her desk and...

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts.

Amanda's secretary, Mary, walked in, briskly. “Welcome back Miss Kensington."

He held out a sheet of paper with a memo of some kind wiritten on it. He knew the handwriting, of course, and grinned to himself. The old man is at it already, is he? Marcus couldn't help but wonder who this years 'initiate' would be. Their Headmaster's appetite might even surpass his own when it came to their young charges.

"From Dr Windsor” Mary said.

“Thank you Mary” Amanda answered, sweetly.

Amanda eyes skimmed over the page, and Marcus allowed himself to study her. Her raven colored hair framed a face lit by gray eyes. She was beautiful, of course. And intelligent. And full of fire... something which her vacation only seemed to flame higher, if he was any judge...

She raised her eyes to his, and smiled.

“You devil Marcus! No wonder you were so interested in the off-shore girls,” She laughed heartily.

“One certain Swedish exchange student perhaps?“ She smirked, knowlingly, and he found himself chuckling softly in return.

“Ingrid… something or other, isn‘t it?”

He opened his mouth to respond, but she kept on speaking. “Well keep those roaming hands of yours away from her; Jonathan wants this one, and I intend to make sure he gets what he wants, first. I’ll let you know when he’s finished with her.”

Her tone irriated him, some. Nearly as if she were lecturing a horny 12 year old. He frowned at her, but didn't speak. She moved closer to him and spoke soothingly, perhaps aware of his temper.

“Be patient Marcus; could take some breaking in this one.”[/I]

Then she kissed, him, a kiss that he returned eagerly. His vacation hadn't been nearly as fun as hers... he had been stuck on the east coast, visiting family. And hadn't had any liasons for far too long. She pulled away, somewhat breathlessly, ran her fingers through his hair, and patted him on the ass.

He watched her tuen and walk toward her cabinet, his eyes sliding down her body to her ass.

“Jonathan wants to see me. Could you pass my gown?”

Amanda bent over to open the cabinet, and he was rewarded with a view of her perfect ass and legs as her skirt rode upward. He could see the lace top of her stockings peeking out from underneath.

He licked his lips, and came up behind her, forgetting about the robe. He reached out his hands, and slipped them under her skirt, over her hips, lifting her skirt higher, and exposing her panties to him.

'Jonathan can wait," he whispered, sliding one hand between her legs to rub one finger along her sex through her panties. "I'm in need of you more, right now..."

He pushed her panties aside, and ran his finger along the lips of her pussy, slowly circling them. He could hear her responding to his touch, and could feel the telltale wetness that showed, without a doubt, that she wanted the same thing he did. He placed his hand on her back, holding her bent over, and slipped a finger inside of her. He pushed it deep, and held it there, turning it slightly.

"Mmmmmmm, Amanda... you're ready for me already... aren't you... in a hurry, my dear?"

He slipped a second finger inside of her. He usually hated to rush - sex was just too much fun to be done hurried and poorly - but there were times when a quick fuck was just what was needed, and the animalistic frenzy of it added to the experience. "Very well... if we must hurry..."

He removed his hand from her back, and pulled at his belt, and button-fly jeans, freeing his already hard cock.

He pulled his fingers out of her, tugged her panties down over her thighs, and pressed the head of his cock against her opening. Then he pushed his hips forward driving the hard meat into her.

He couldn't suppress the groan that escaoed his lips, and from the sounds she was making, she was enjoying it as much as he was...

His hands gripped her ass now, hard, and he pulled his thick cock out of her wetness fully, before driving it back into her. The second thrust was harder, and faster than the first, and the third harder still. Before long he was pounding it into her for all he was worth, their moans echoing through the room.

 

[Moonbright]

Amanda and Marcus

Hmmmmm… he knows what I like thought Amanda as he came up behind her and lifted her skirt as she moaned in anticipation.

“Jonathan can wait” he breathed as he ran his hands up the crotch of her panties.

“Oh can he ever…” she groaned, and moaned harder as he moved her panties aside and his finger poked her puss and turned deliciously.

"Mmmmmmm, Amanda... you're ready for me already... aren't you... in a hurry, my dear?"

Oh he turned her on big style; delicious, horny Marcus

“Ahhhh… you know I’m ready Marcus…” she replied knowing just how wet she was and that he could feel the delicious silken juices of her cunt; and then a second finger, and she groaned again, arching her back and wiggling her ass up to greet his fingers, moaning softly.

She was thrilled to hear him undoing his belt: Oh she loved his cock, and he knew how to use it too… a truly gifted man. His fingers withdrew but she knew what was coming… she yelped as he tugged her panties down and then felt him at her entrance.

“Oh yes Marcus yes!” she cried, and with that he entered her. Ahhhhh…. Bliss she thought. She purred as he withdrew and then again he was in her. Purring and mewing, she savoured every delicious moment, then again, harder… she gasped as he picked up the pace and began to return his thrusts, her ass jutting back to meet his cock as he drove into her, fast and furious.

Oh he certainly knew how to fuck a girl. Her moans turned to panting as she eagerly received his cock. Unable to hold out much longer she surrendered to her impending orgasm as he banged her from behind, every thrust hitting the spot, her panting groans became shouts of ecstasy as he ploughed into her and the most exquisite orgasm rocketed through her body causing shudder after shudder to grip his gifted cock.

Oh she wanted more, she wanted his cum in her. She inched away from him before turning around and seating herself on the cabinet, hitching her skirt up to her waist and kicking her panties off. She spread her legs wide and drew him towards her, his erection bobbing invitingly directly in front of her gaping lips.

“Come here my darling,” she said, still panting, “give it to me…”

 

[spiritual_love]

Claudia turned and headed down the hall. The sharp click of her heels sounding off with each step. Guessing the girls didn't hear her. Shrugging her shoulders lightly, it wouldn't have been the first time, nor the last. Her plump glossed lip curved into a little amused smirk. Oh well. There had to be something to do before the orientation tea.

"Damn," she muttered softly as her hands patted down the fitted navy jacket molding to her form. She turned abruptly and headed back into her room, closing the door tightly behind her. Smiling as she snatched the silver case enclosing her lights upon the dresser, she slid over to the window, prying it open wide. She had a little bit of time, might as well take a break.

Claudia drew one of the little sticks between her fingers and lit up. Drawing deeply upon the cigarette, she savoured the slow exhale, watching the smoke rise and curl into the air. Her eyes washed upon the quiet grounds of St. Martin's.

 

[Light Ice]

Frank Abignale

The evening didn't bring much rest to Frank, tonight. He had passed by the door and made witness to the pleasure weighted voice of Ms. Kensington. At the time, he had hardly lifted a brow, so broken in to such things over the years. Yet, his entire time employed, Frank had been the quiet eyes and ears of the aging university.

It took a great deal of effort to remind himself that it was his role, his job's nature to go unnoticed.

You didn't care this much last year...

No, no he hadn't cared at all last year. Infact, he had found it all humorous. He was almost empowered by the knowledge he had gathered, even if he had no devious intentions for his employers. He admired the university, secretly, and didn't allow himself to act out of jealousy.

But this year, he had changed himself...an attempt to be noticed. He was going against the grain of his job, and slowly he was learning how difficult change really could be.

Strong fingers, calloused from his hard work with stray hedges and tree limbs, struggled in his jacket's pocket, fishing out the battered pack of Marb Reds. The last of his smokes came easily into his hand, and he didn't waste any time tucking it neatly into the corner of his mouth.

He groped for his lighter, and of course, found nothing.

"Damn it..." the groundskeeper muttered, tucking the smoke behind his ear. The dormitory loomed close, ominous even ,a certain air of foreboding about it. The ivy suddenly cold, dark in the night air, unwelcoming.

You probably have a lighter in the closet there, just go in and get it...come back out.

Simple enough, really, though he would most likely be firmly reprimanded if it was learned he had entered the girl's dorm. Of all the places he was allowed, that wasn't one of them. And, despite the crude conduct of his superiors, their threat was a solid one...

It didn't matter if he had the dirt on them, the fact they wouldn't show him the same leniency as the other staff was as insulting as it was honest. His job wasn't worth the aggrivation of an investigation, IF he decided to open his mouth. Instead, the authorities would quietly roll their eyes and let the fact he was caught in a girl's dorm speak for itself.

"Fuck it..." he grunted, dark voice taking over, the change sudden and abrupt. Almost violent... It was never easy, but it certainly had a tendency of being dynamic. He moved quietly in the dorm, pass the doors, amidst soft giggles and other sounds.

He was so close to the closet...but

Wait...was that smoke?

The scent hung in the air, and his head canted. This dormitory was certainly non-smoking...he turned his attention to the door, tell tale. He could pick it out...

Most of the girls snuck smokes in the bathroom, few were ballsy enough to try it in their own damn dorm.

He pushed the door open, ready to scold...most girls weren't aware of the restrictions on his behavior, and they wouldn't exactly want it known he had snagged them smoking.

It swung open, and immediately he noticed her frame sitting at the window, and he paused...voice reaching out, somehow, towards her. Claudia...her name echoed through the chasms of his mind, and he felt his chest tense...

"Ms. You know there is no smoking allowed in the dorms."

It sounded convincing, at least he thought so.

 

[spiritual_love]

"Ms. You know there is no smoking allowed in the dorms."

Claudia was slow to react. Her hazel eyes turned towards him. Studying Mr. Abignale as the seconds turned to minutes, listening to the clock tick. She sensed her unfaltering gaze was making him uncomfortable.

"And you know, you are not allowed within the girls dormitory."

Claudia took another drag from the cigarette, before flicking the ashes out the opened window. The wind rustled within, tossing her tresses, casting them upon her shoulders wildly. She prepared to extinguish the cigarette to fix her hair. Instead, she rose to her feet, her curious gaze resting upon the quiet, Mr. Abignale.

"You've changed, Mr. Abignale. Would you like a drag?"

She asked him curiously, her arm extending, offerring the cig to him.