Chapter 2

Brooke made it to Contracts on time, assuming her seat in the sixth row, over to the left of where Professor Evans would stand behind the lectern. She was wearing a light brown tweed suite with a light green silk shirt, and a pair of shiny black low heel shoes.

Her soft brown hair was parted in the middle and fell straight down around her shoulders, flowing like spun silk, thick and luxurious, shining in the bright light from overhead.

More and more students arrived, noisily crowding through the half dozen big doors up above and behind her. The lecture hall held about two hundred students. It was shaped like a fan, with the teacher's area at the apex and the students in a series of gradually elevating rows around it.

Brooke always sat in the sixth row off to the Professor's right. It was close enough to see whatever he wrote on the board, and to be noticed, but without being so close that she was constantly called on and brought down to participate in debates.

Brooke believed she learned best by observing, not participating. When called upon, her answers were always complete, correct, and insightful. Still, she preferred not to make herself too well known.

Professors singled out students like that to do mundane and boring research assignments for them. There were no extra grades or marks in the work, and little gratitude, just lots of criticism should errors be made. Students always agreed, hoping to impress the professor with their competence and thus earn a recommendation upon graduation.

She didn't need that. She already knew where she would work, and didn't want to water down her grades by wasting time working for some ungrateful scholar.

She opened her books and waited as the class settled down around her. Professor Evans arrived, relatively young and handsome at forty five. He had a large, powerful looking body, being an obvious athlete, and a distinguished head of dark brown hair.

Unbidden, a carnal image popped into her mind, of herself beneath the professor, both naked, their mouths locked, arms wrapped around each other. She shook her head to clear it, flushing slightly. What the hell was the matter with her? Maybe she needed to see a psychiatrist.

She had several hours before her next class. She returned her books to her dorm room and then went back out. She needed to buy a new hair dryer, and a new tube of toothpaste, this one the normal kind and a different brand. She took her robe with her, the one the girls had seen hanging on the wall. It, and the towel were in a garbage bag and she dumped it down the chute.

She walked down the walk, her heels skipping on the cold stone, then reached Brooks street and crossed, leaving the campus. She walked down Elm street towards the pharmacy. She tensed as she crossed Rupert and approached the sex shop that occupied the corner.

She had to pass it to get to the pharmacy, and could never resist a hurried peek at the display window as she passed. Her head held firmly forward, but her eyes slid to the side as she walked in front of the store.

The leather outfits were prominent as always, along with chains and handcuffs, a plastic woman wearing a G-string, several types of whips, bunches of rubbers, and a bunch of books and magazines. What caught her eyes though, were the assortment of big vibrators and dildos, some of them amazingly real looking.

She imagined having one of those, and using it in her room. No way would she ever go in there and buy one though. How could any woman walk in there and purchase a big dildo? How could she face the man, or worse, the woman at the counter?

She passed and went into the pharmacy, buying a new hair dryer, new toothpaste, and an assortment of other things. She came back out and passed the sex store again, her eyes drawn to one huge dildo that looked to be over a foot long.

Would that ever be tight in her quim. How much of it could she fit inside herself? Surely not all? She felt her insides heat up at the thought. Surely those people saw all kinds of customers, and wouldn't be at all shocked by her. They didn't know her anyway.

She couldn't bring herself to go in, though. She walked back to the campus and back up to her room, then sat down and began studying the things she'd been assigned in Contracts.

An hour or so into her studies, her roommate Robin returned from one of her own classes, dropping a pile of books onto her desk as she yawned loudly and tossed her book bag into the closet and began to change.

Robin was a freshman Political Science Major. She was short, with curly, shoulder length blonde hair, a round cheerful face and truly huge breasts. Brooke occasionally envied her those tits, for their attention getting aspect if nothing else. Still, she was grateful that her own breasts, though a nice size, were not the big double Ds the little blonde had.

It was hard enough to be taken seriously in the legal profession without that. There were already too many instances when men she talked to looked first at her chest. She could only imagine how bad it would be if she were as chesty as Robin.

"Don't tell me you're finished classes already?"

"Naaa. I'm just goin' down to the pub for a couple of hours. I got another class at three."

"You're going to drink before your class?"

"Don't be such a wet rag, Brooke." Robin sighed. "There's more to life than school, you know."

"Well, good grades are important to me."

"Me too, but I'm not a fanatic about it."

"Who says I'm a fanatic." Brooke frowned, stung.

"Everyone who knows you. Geez, you never go out, you never date. Honestly Brooke, I don't know how it is you don't go insane from the boredom."

"I'm not bored. I enjoy the law."

"Well, I enjoy my studies too, but I like others things. Why don't you come to the pub with me and have a couple of drinks?"

"I have a class at two."

"Uh, huh."

"I do."

"There's more to life than classes, Brooke." Robin shook her head. She had hung up her jacket, and now popped the last button on her shirt and pulled it off, tossing it into her closet. She reached behind her and undid her bra, pulling it off with a sigh of relief and massaging the thick mammary meat that fell out.

"God I hate wearing that thing."

"You're way too big to wander around without a bra, Robin."

"I know that, but this one is just too tight."

"Why wear it then?"

"Doctor Caldwell is a starchy old prune and I don't want to give him any excuse to call me down. This one doesn't let me bounce around like most of the others, and it hides my nipples."

"It what?"

Robin shrugged, then popped open her pants and peeled them down.

"I have really big nipples and they poke through my clothes sometimes."

"They, uh... don't look that big."

"That's because, well... that's because they're not cold or, uh, irritated or anything. They get really, really big and hard and make really obvious marks against my shirts and sweaters." She tossed her pants into the closet, then pulled off her socks to stand there naked, save for a small pair of blue string bikini panties.

"So don't get excited in class, you little slut." Robin blinked in surprise, not used to any kind of humor from Brooke.

"Ha, ha." she said. "I don't have total control of my bodily functions. I'm not an ice queen like you."

"I am not an ice queen." Brooke glared, her eyes surreptitiously ogling the lush young figure standing before her. Though this was hardly the first time she'd seen the uninhibited blonde naked, it was the first time her mind turned to thoughts of sex with Robin.

"Right, sorry. Hey! Talk about a hot one... did you hear about that girl that was jerking off in the shower room?"

"I heard."

"Isn't that something?" she laughed. "She sure had guts to do that, or was really hot over something. I've thought about doing it myself, you know."she grinned. "It's kind of a turn-on being naked in semi-public like that."

"She's lucky she didn't get expelled, whoever she is." Karne's mind was filled with an image of Robin masturbating in the shower, maybe with a big dildo like she'd seen at the sex shop. She felt her own nipples hardening as her breasts swelled, and crossed her arms across her breasts.

"I doubt anyone would report something like that to the dean, unless it happens a lot."

Robin slipped on a pair of jeans, hopping up and down several times as she tried to fasten the catch. She grunted and muttered impatiently.

"Why don't you wear jeans that fit you." Brooke tsked.

"These fit me fine."

"Oh right. That's why you can hardly get into them."

"Just shut up and help me here." Robin padded over and stood directly in front of Brooke's chair, her breasts staring the brunette in the face.

"See if you can do this catch if I hold the pants together."

Brooke tore her eyes away from the thick, round, pendulous breast meat and reached for the metal catch, popping it tight as the blonde held her pants together and exhaled. Without being asked, Brooke reached for Robin's zipper and tugged it up.

"Thanks." Robin sighed, turning around and going back to the closet. Her ass cheeks were cut apart by the tight denim and stuck out like round little cupcakes.

Brooke slipped into a small bra, then donned a white shirt with gold buttons up the front. The long sleeved shirt had a tight hem that encircled the blonde's lower chest, leaving her midriff completely bare.

"Looking for attention?" Brooke commented acidly.

"Uh huh." Robin grinned. "Hey, if you got it... " She arched her back and turned to give Brooke a profile, then ran her hand up over her smooth rounded flanks and up across the swell of her breast. "... flaunt it." She pulled on a jacket and stuffed her feet into a pair of tennis shoes.

"Sure you won't come?"

"I'm not dressed for it."

Robin grinned and shook her head, then went out. Brooke stared at the door for a minute, then went back to her studies. She had a hard time concentrating. The image of her naked roommate kept popping into her mind. She didn't know why that should be. She'd never felt herself attracted to a woman before, well, not since she was about thirteen or so, and of course, she'd never done anything back then.

She stood up and went to the window, looking out, then wandered over to the other side of the room. Robin's closet was still open, as were a couple of the drawers of her dresser. Brooke gazed in, idly exploring the short dresses and slinky looking outfits.

She looked down into the drawer where Robin kept her lingerie and her throat caught a little. She opened it further, then reached in and fingered some of the sexy, filmy, lacy bras and panties she saw there. She herself wore sensible, supportive bras and warm panties. She had none of this... this... dirty underwear.

She picked up a tiny black triangle of material with a tiny thread of a waistband and another thread where the behind should be. This must be a G-string, she thought wonderingly. How could Robin wear something like this?

She picked up several tiny string bikini panties, feeling a quickening in her belly. She stripped off her clothes, including underwear, and slipped on Robin's G-string, then gazed at herself in the mirror, trying to look sexy.

Her pussy quickly warmed as she turned and posed for the mirror. She walked back to Robin's dresser and pulled out a green bikini bathing suit, then put it on. This was something Robin wore in public! The top only half covered Brooke's breasts, so would afford even less coverage to Robin, and the bottom had little more in the way of behind than the G-string.

She took it off and tried on a filmy teddy, arching her back and running her tongue across her lips, moistening them. She felt her chest catch, felt her nipples hardening. She thought about her cunt pressed against the very same spot on the bottom of the teddy that Robin's own cunt touched, thought about her nipples touching where Robin's had touched.

She imagined what had happened the last time Robin had worn this thing, wondered what the man looked like who'd taken it off the lush little blonde's body. She cupped her breasts, caressing her sensitive boobs through the thin fabric.

She peeled it off, unsatisfied, for the thing was too tight in places and too loose in others, notably the chest. She pulled on the G-string again, posing once more in the mirror. She spread her legs slightly and slowly ran her hands up her body from hips up to breasts.

She might not have huge breasts like Robin, but hers were nothing to sniff at. She was a thirty six C cup after all. She reached over and checked one of Robin's bras... Thirty eight DD. Little slut.

She squeezed her breasts, mashing the sensitive meat around in circles, then seized her nipples between two fingers, twisting the little nubs, pulling them out from her meat with enough force to distend her perfectly round breast meat, pulling them out into sharp cones.

She let go of her nipples, then smoothly ran her hands across the swollen mounds, noting the hardness of her little red-pink nipples. She slid a hand down between her legs, cupping her fuck mound through the soft fabric.

She sighed with pleasure, spreading her legs more. Her hand began to rub against her pussy through the thin material, going harder and harder. She pinched her fingers around the fabric itself and began to rub the G-string up and down against her cunt mound.

She felt the soft material caressing her cunt, her clitty, felt her pussy react with a storm of powerful sexual sensations. Her mind fluttered through image after image, some had her and Robin engaged in torrid sexual embraces, others had Robin and unknown men, men who fucked her hard, men who used her full young body for their own pleasure.

Robin worked the material up and down against her cunt, pushing hard, her breathing getting harsh and ragged. She pulled a chair over to the mirror and sat down, peeling the G-string off. Her legs were spread wide and her cunt faced the mirror in all its moist beauty.

She began to finger it, sliding a finger deep into her cunt crack and fucking it in and out. She rubbed the G-string against her cunt, especially over her clitty, her ass humping up off the chair as her juices bubbled and stewed.

She added a second finger to her honey pit, pistoning them in and out as she scoured her clitty with the soft black silk. Her breathing soon came in soft little grunts and coos, her eyes rolling, her body trembling.

She mashed the G-string against her cunt crack, pushing the thing into her cunt slit and using her fingers to force it in deep, until the last bit of material disappeared between her soft pink cunt lips. She arched her back, squeezing both her tits with her hands a she ground her thighs together.

She let her legs slip well apart then, sliding her fingers into her cunt crack, searching, fishing around for the G-string. She found it and slowly pulled it back out of her body, groaning in excited passion as it slipped across her clit.

She sawed the damp material up and down her cunt crack, slumping further, her legs coming up and apart as she humped and ground herself against the G-string. "Uhngh! Ungh! Ohhhhh! Oooooo! Unghhhhh! Ahhhhh!" she groaned, her head rolling from side to side as her cunt flared higher and higher, then blew off.

She rolled the G-string around her fingers and fucked them furiously in and out of her stewpot of a cunt, rubbing hard against her clitty as her soft cries and whimpers filled the room. Her lips drew into a round circle and air puffed out repeatedly.

Raging pleasure ripped along her nerve endings, igniting a firestorm of passionate sexual release. Her legs flailed and bounced in mid-air as the potent orgasm paralyzed her thinking processes. She grunted and mewled in bliss, her cunt pouring out steamy fuck juices.

Then, as the orgasm slowly eased its grip on her body, she pulled the sopping G-string out of her cunt and popped it into her mouth, sucking and licking at the dewy silk, her eyes closed in joy and bliss.

She watched the sex store from across the street. She'd already passed it twice on the other side and once on this. She was desperately trying to work up the courage to go inside, hoping against hope that she'd be able to find a G-string to replace the one she'd thoroughly wrecked during her lustful masturbation.

It wasn't just that the thing was soaked in her own fuck juice. She had also torn and twisted and wadded up the silk to such an extent that she knew Robin would notice something was amiss even if Brooke washed the thing first.

She had little alternative but to buy a replacement. That shouldn't be too hard. After all, it was just a simple black G- string. This place must have lots like it. She determinedly crossed the street again, then marched up to the door and went inside.

It was a bigger store than she'd thought, with several aisle of things better left unseen. There were a couple of men in the store, down the aisle to the left. She went down the aisle on the right. She peeked at the cashier, doing her best to pretend she thought she belonged here.

The cashier was a man, but an old man. Was that better or worse? Would she have preferred a woman? No. Yes! Well, an old man would be better, maybe. The door opened behind her as she was looking at a collection of rubber... what were they? Oh. They were fake cunts. Yech!

She moved on, noting that a couple had come in the door. That was good. She felt less like a promiscuous dirty whore with a seemingly normal looking couple in there too. She moved along the aisles, trying to ignore the things she saw there.

She darted down the next aisle and there found a big collection of underwear of all kind. She snapped up a black G-string with a sigh of relief. It was only a couple of dollars. Good.

She hesitated, then picked up a second G-string, then a third. One was blue, the other red. She glanced around to see if anyone was watching. Nobody seemed to be. She browsed through the selection of lingerie, pulling out a couple of tiny, sexy, virtually invisible lace panties and bras, then a tiny blue see through camisole.

She knew her face was blushing already, even though she was by herself. She moved up towards the counter, then stopped, transfixed. There was a row of dildos of all shapes and sizes. Her eyes locked onto a big black cock that even had a pair of testicles near the bottom.

Down on the next shelf were the vibrators. She picked one up and fingered the base. Her thumb hit a recessed button and the thing started to buzz and shake. She gasped in shock and almost dropped it, then turned it off and quickly put it back, looking around with a beet red face.

The dildos came in plain looking boxes that simply had the price of the article on it. She fought violently with her inner self, wanting to buy one but horrified at the prospect of going up to the counter and paying for it. Still, it was just an old man, and he couldn't see what was in the box.

She suspected though, that he would know perfectly well what was in he box. She bit her lip, agonizing over the decision. Then she abruptly grabbed a box at random, covered it with the lingerie and went up to the counter. She passed by the couple, who were in the next aisle over.

They were looking at a rack of whips and chains. As Karne passed, the man slipped a pair of handcuffs over the woman's wrists and closed them with a click. Brooke swallowed and hurriedly moved on. She got to the counter and stopped suddenly.

The old man was gone. Instead, there was a tough looking young woman there. She had short bleached blonde hair, and a rough face. She was wearing a leather vest over a tank top. The muscles of her arms bulged out, and there were several tattoos on them.

Brooke was on the verge of backing away when the woman's eyes caught her. Now it was too late. She shuffled forward and dropped her goods on the counter. The woman looked down at them and then up at the red faced brunette. To Brooke's horror, she grinned in amusement.

Brooke swallowed repeatedly, looking away, not wanting to meet the woman's eyes.

"You try these on?"

"Uhhh?"

"You try these on, honey?"

"I uh, no, uh."

"You realize there's no exchange, for sanitary reasons." Brooke felt like dropping through the floor.

"Why don't you go in here and try them on?" She pointed at a curtained doorway.

"No, uh... that's, uh... okay."

"Oh go on. Don't be shy." The woman sniffed, looking impatient. She turned and pulled the curtain open and ushered Brooke through the door.

"It's alright. I don't... I mean, it... it, uh, isn't necessary..."

"Just go in here." she showed Brooke a little changing room with a curtain across the doorway. Her big hand reached out and slid around Brooke's upper arm, hauling the reluctant young woman forward and pushing her through into the changing room. "Well, uh... " "Just try these on fast and I'll deal with these people." she said, turning back to the cash where the couple were standing.

Brooke was incredibly embarrassed, but was afraid of this rough, tough looking woman. She didn't want to refuse her wishes, but, well...

She looked down at herself. She was wearing a white turtle neck under a brown jacket, with a brown, knee length skirt, low shoes and white socks.

Maybe she could just... " "Well? I ain't got all day, girl."

"Uh, it's alright, really, I, uh... ummm...."

"Tsk." The woman's hands moved to Brooke's skirt, unclipping it and pulling down the zipper with deft movements.

"No! Wait... " Before she could do anything the skirt was halfway down her thighs. She grabbed for it but the woman pulled it down, shoving Brooke onto a bench. Brooke lost her balance and fell back onto the bench as the woman pulled her skirt up and off.

"Just a minute! Hey... "