Carole at Work and Play

She opened the door and we walked out into the sparsely occupied hallway. A couple of male students tried to hide their stares as they walked past.

"Dinner? Um, I've had reports indicating your cooking's not to be survived."

"Don't worry, it's just going to be Chinese delivery," a twinkle in her eye as she nodded at the door, "but they don't need to know that. But the other part I'm not joking. You mi...?"

She trailed off as I saw her gaze go past me and her eyes scrunched a bit in seeming concentration. The hallway we were in went the length on the long side of the rather large rectangle that was the Engineering building but behind me that was only about 30 feet until it teed. I turned and didn't see anyone. Even though it was midweek the CS classes that dominated this corner of the top floor had finished for the day and students were ensconced in labs on their own or in groups like mine or had left.

"Hey, babe, you ok?"

"Oh...," she shook her head very slightly and blinked once then her smile returned but it seemed forced, "no, no, just one of your fellow nerds almost walked into a wall."

That was an almost reasonable explanation.

"Anyway," she seemed recovered, "gonna stand me up?"

Hell no," I laughed, "just surprised. I'll be a couple of hours."

We kissed one last time and she waved slightly as she turned and walked along the long hallway toward the stairwell that led to the CS department offices, Janet and her coat. I used my key card to open the door and walked in to sudden hushed silence and four gaped mouth stares of guys crowded around the doughnut box. My other colleague was preparing a fresh pot of coffee and finished that before he joined the others in staring.

"That," said Dave, the only other undergrad in the crew, "was your succubus? The one you told us about at D&D?"

I nodded and shrugged in confirmation.

"Succubus? That's nuts," I heard but didn't quite register who said it, "if so, all of us CS guys need a demon like her!"

"Dude," the project leader, Prakash, a third year PhD student, walked to me holding a doughnut in one hand and put his other on my right shoulder, "you want to get passing grades, you'll bring her around lots. Lots and lots."

"Especially in hot, hot weather," said Dave to the glances and then nods of the others, "wearing one of those short skirts you mentioned."

The desires of my coworkers were somewhat secondary as I wondered if her weekend stays were going to be permanently extended

"Hey," I asked the crew, "anyone else hear that buzzing sound?"

Blank stares. It was gone so I shrugged and looked over what doughnuts were left.

4 General Tso's Chicken

I parked at the curb just past 6 pm as Phil's car was already in the driveway. Through the bay window I saw my housemates and Carole talking and laughing as they worked around the dining room table. I thought I also saw Anita, Phil's girlfriend, as well. I grabbed my pack and trotted up the driveway to the side door. I put my head through the door and traded 'heys'. I assumed the aromas were of whatever Chinese dishes were being set out on the table by the crew.

"Pit stop, be right back up," I dropped my pack in my room on the way.

Around the dinner table I sensed a totally different vibe between Carole and Anita than I'd seen that Saturday with Vicki. She'd met Anita most weekends since we'd gotten back together and they'd quickly settled into a casual friendship, not unlike the interactions I'd seen with her sorority sisters. She teased everyone a bit just by dint of her clothing like still wearing the snug near-nipple baring shirt she'd had on during her delivery to my CS workgroup. But if she focused on someone, at least straight males or apparently gay females, she could coax them into giving away a free dinner at the most exclusive restaurant in town or turn them to jelly.

What she ultimately wanted from me I didn't know. The truth of the 'tale' she'd told at dinner was also in the balance as yet, beyond the sudden sense of paranoia I seemed to have developed.

"Hey, Peter," said Anita as she collected a bit from each of the entrees Carole had chosen, General Tso's chicken, broccoli and beef, some sort of stir fry with every vegetable that could be cut up and fit into a wok, "last night, were you here at about 10 pm?"

"No," I said with a thoughtful look, "I needed to finish some runs and was at the lab. Any reason why?"

"When me and Phil pulled into the driveway, it looked like a light was on in your room," she said, "but by the time we were out of the car it was dark. Maybe just the headlights reflecting."

"Probably," I said, although I'd never noticed that. Maybe his headlights hit at a different angle. I noticed Carole's face flash through a scrunched expression and it seemed no one else was aware of it and then she was smiling again.

"You had quite the impact on my workgroup today, Carole," I changed the subject a bit, "they said if I expect passing grades I need you to come by regularly. Especially in hot weather, if you get my drift."

Her smile told me she did, the chuckles on the others seemed to say they did as well.

After dinner we all went downstairs to the rec room and Carole and I snuggled, fully dressed this time though, in the same bean bag chair as after our dinner. Herb had rented a VCR of "The Lathe of Heaven" so with a couple of big bowls of popcorn we all settled in.

A while after the movie we were naked in my bedroom and I worked my tongue the length of her wet slit as she laid on her back, her ass on the edge of my bed, leading the way with my middle finger inside and two more along her pussy lips. I halted long enough to rub her gspot with my finger then slowly moved downward. I kissed down her perineum as she shifted her hips slightly and I kissed around her puckered rose, then slid my slick middle finger into her ass and began to slowly slide it in and out. I moved my mouth back to her erect clit and wrapped it to get her to exhale quickly then pant as I slid my index finger into her juicy gash to press the tips together through her flesh at full penetration. She put one hand on my head to press me, I glanced quickly and her other was tugging at first one then the other jutting nipple.

I slipped a second finger into her ass and used my finger in her pussy to brush just against her g spot as I sucked her clit in and out past my lips and pulled it against my tongue. Her hand pressed my head as her hips pushed her groin against me and encouraged my ministrations as her breath sped up through her mouth and went ragged.

"Ah... yeah... that's..." she managed, "aahhh."

Her legs closed around me as her cunt contracted, pushing a gush of juice out, her hand holding my head still and her bowel likewise squeezing my fingers. Her breath went silent for a count of two then she inhaled with an audible pull as her body and limbs relaxed slowly.

"Up here," she said in a soft but throaty voice as she splayed her legs and lightly put both hands on each side of my head and pulled. I kissed up past her closely trimmed pubic region, up her taut stomach and detoured to suck in first one nipple then the other before working my way to her neck and finally her mouth. I lightly touched her lips then encouraged them apart with my tongue first across her lips then pushing in against her tongue.

I caressed her tits and nipples with my hands as I bent over her and continued to kiss her mouth. I adjusted my legs to rub my very stiff shaft against her soaking wet pussy, she rocked her hips to respond in kind, then her hands found it and she wetted her hands and started jacking my cock.

I traced the head of my cock down her slit and paused at her hole as she framed it with her fingers. I broke the kiss and slowly slid my cock further down her body.

"About that butt discussion," I said between kisses on her cheeks and neck as I poised the quivering and swollen head at her back entrance, "if we need more lube I have it."

"I promise," her hands found my cock and she pulled me as she slid further onto the bed and encouraged me to climb over her, "to come through on that, but not tonight."

She stroked the full length of my cock and kissed my neck and chest and cheeks and pressed her stone-hard nipples against my fingers as I rested my weight on my knees and elbows. She guided my cock and stopped me with just the swollen head inserted into her hot and wet hole.

"Now," she said huskily, "fuck my cunt really hard. I'm thirsty for a big load. Then if you think you're able, fuck me again."

5 More Deep Fried Dough & Sugar

The second week of May recalled the early summer weather of a month previously. Carole and I had just had sex on the Wednesday night since she'd practically moved in and we were in bed when she offered to repeat the pastry delivery for the PMAI seminar which was every second Friday at 11:00 am, 'it's warm and if it's what's needed to get you good grades, so be it!'

I really couldn't turn down the offer. That seminar was my prelude to the art history course when it occurred, just enough time to grab lunch walking across campus from the Engineering building to Fine Arts and Friday's edition was the last one for this academic year.

It focused on somewhat esoteric programming models and AI issues, we pronounced it 'PeeMaY', so while it was open to the entire CS department it rarely attracted more than ten attendees, mostly those associated with our workgroup's advisor, and generally the presenter would bring doughnuts which we joked was a 'bribe' to deter too many hard questions and catcalls. I'd have to chase down this week's presenter, one of our first year Chinese grad students. His English was good but broader cultural concepts a bit rough still so my hunch was he'd be fine being freed from doughnut duty. I'd also let drop to Dave and Prakash that a delivery was to be expected and they really should attend, they usually showed but it wasn't guaranteed. I'd doubled the number of expected attendees in giving my estimate for doughnut consumption to Carole.

Friday morning carried over Thursday's heat and promised to get hot. Carole had a while ago denied being able to drive a clutch with no desire to learn and I had a class in the time slot just before the seminar but she said she'd made arrangements to fetch whatever pastries she had in mind. I kissed her goodbye at her Pi Beta Phi house about 8:30 am and headed off to my morning class.

I arrived at the seminar room about fifteen minutes before the scheduled start time. Eighteen people could squeeze around the long oval table and another ten or twelve could fit in chairs with near double that standing along the walls and the only time we'd even so much as filled the table was when our advisor Dr. Carlstrom himself was presenting.

And speaking of the good Professor I saw him make a sudden stop at the doorway to the first floor seminar room and appear to scan around.

"G'morning, Gary," a benefit of my status was first name allowance, so long as I survived my BS degree a graduate slot seemed assured, "what's... Oh."

The room was packed already, except for the chair at the head of the table Gary always used and the conversations softened as attendees made room for him to enter. Our presenter wasn't here yet but I saw Prakash and Dave standing in the front corner with obviously evil grins.

I didn't know what they'd told people but I planned to find out. But whatever it, and the telephone game it triggered was, it was generic enough a smattering of the attendees were female. About a quarter of the CS undergrads were women, bit lower for grad students but I only recalled one of our female classmates who'd come to PMAI before and I didn't see her. I wondered what these others expected.

"Hello, Peter," I heard from my left in accented English, turned and saw our presenter Lei, "thank you..."

He went silent as I stood slightly aside to give him room to enter and he stopped dead as his eyes went slightly wide at the crowd. He'd been a regular attendee and his every expectation had probably been for eight or nine people, all of whom he'd met. Now, he had a bit over treble that of mostly strangers packed in. I recognized almost every face at least from various classes or labs but didn't know all of the names. Dr. Carlstrom was standing at the front talking to Prakash and Dave and waved Lei in.

Approaching me in the hallway three students slowed their approach and I assumed they'd enter, if we could get them in, but they froze. I saw their eyes widen a bit as their gazes went over my shoulder just after I twigged to clicking footsteps on the linoleum-on-concrete floor. I turned and now it was my vision that went fuzzy.

Carole had entered from a door about thirty feet down the hall and was walking toward me. Next to her was a very attractive brunette half a head taller than my succubus, milk chocolate colored hair swept to her left and hanging just to the small of her back. Both of them were carrying large boxes from Schmidt's Bakery, definitely a step or three above Carole's previous delivery.

The clicking sounds came from the stilettos the two women were wearing, Carole's something like five inches and her companion's a bit shorter. Their smooth and shapely legs were bare up to the bottom hems of their skirts, Carole's matching that green flowered dress she'd worn that Friday five weeks previously and not even reaching mid-thigh, the brunette's a red with crosses of darker red, greens and blue almost black tartan plaid a touch longer. Both offered slits to expose even more thigh on each alternate step. The boxes blocked most of the view above their waists but both had short sleeve blouses of apparently translucent materials, red and green, more or less matching their skirts.

I heard 'oohs' and glanced behind me as my fellow students frozen in place were expressing a level of appreciation for the imminent arrival of their doughnuts. I stepped forward and as I met them Carole turned her head and I kissed her, the 'oohs' repeated a bit louder.

"Need a hand?" I asked.

"Sure," said Carole as the brunette smile a bit shyly at me, "take the top boxes."

I grabbed the top box off of each stack and they kept one each, I could now clearly see their demi-bras in matched colours below their very snug translucent blouses, both unbuttoned enough to show Carole's very pale cleavage and the brunette's lightly tanned cleavage. The taller woman's breasts were a bit larger than Carole's but seemingly in proportion with her extra height.

"Peter," Carole said as we all began to cover the last fifteen feet to the room, "this is Jayne, Jayne, Peter."

"Hi," I said, "oh, art class!"

"You remember me," her voice slightly deeper than Carole's but friendly. She'd been the one who had apparently cottoned to what Carole and I had done in the Art lecture that Friday a while back. Since then she and I had exchanged glances but neither of us had approached the other. I recalled mostly a ponytail, shorts or jeans, loose t-shirts, fitted sweaters, but had no idea this body was under those.

"Wait here," I said quietly to Carole and Jayne just before they were in the doorway, their only audience so far the three students frozen in the hallway, Jayne giving them a massive smile and lowering her box as far as possible to maximize their view.

"Doughnuts," I said loudly as I walked into the room hefting my two boxes. Dr. Carlstrom's expression was one of neutral calm, I realized no one had informed him of the expectations for this delivery. Lei stood at the projector with his pile of presentation foils with a look of thanks, I'd told him no more than I'd arrange the doughnuts. Every other expression made clear this was not what they expected. I set the boxes on the table.

"Oh, wait..." I waved my hand as if I was counting heads, then looked at Dave and Prakash's souring expressions, then I backed out of the room, "we need more doughnuts. Carole, Jayne, if you would..."

Dr. Carlstrom's bemused expression and glance at me meant I'd be making an explanation in the near future, but neither his nor anyone else's eyes stayed on me more than an instant.

"Carole and Jayne's delivery," Carole said with a wink and a smile as they walked to the head of the table, "handling your need for deep fried dough and sugar!"

I think Dave mouthed 'holy succubus balls,' as senseless as that was. I wondered if his erection was as uncomfortable as mine, constrained by briefs and denim shorts.

First Jayne, then Carole, bent over to put their box on the table. The seated attendees along the wall had especially good views of two sets of matchless thighs almost all the way to their ass cheeks and I momentarily wondered at the choice of undergarments, those along the far side of the table getting eyes full of the round, smooth exposed flesh not covered by lacy, underwired cloth. I noticed one female's gaze was every bit as rapt and mindless as the majority of the males. The other few women seemed unsure whether to be upset or not. That none of their attire was anywhere close to the delivery girls was almost beyond comment.

"If you need more doughnuts," Jayne said pointing at me,"talk to Peter there. Bye."

She turned quickly enough so her skirt, or kilt I guess, rose a bit to again expose almost all of her thighs then walked out and rubbed her hand along my cheek and shoulder on the way.

"See you in class later?" I nodded inanely in response to her question, said loud enough for everyone in the room to have heard.

Carole followed her with a slightly less aggressive twirl, less material to move, but stopped in front of me and grabbed my cheeks then pulled my head down and bent hers back to kiss me and forced my mouth open for a count of two seemingly very long seconds. Then she released me but took my arm and half turned.

"All this one's fault," she said to the room then to just me, then back to the room, "enjoy! See you later, lover. Bye!"

They headed back the way they came and Carole put her left arm through Jayne's right as their heels clicked on the floor, everything but the eyes of my three hallway classmates still frozen.

The room stayed silent, the occupants still, until the clicking of heels was no longer audible. A tinnitus like buzz had me rubbing my ears in the short near silence but everyone's eyes were on Dr. Carlstrom, wondering what he made of all this.

"Well," said Dr. Carlstrom looking at me with a whimsical set of his eyes, "Peter gets first choice at a doughnut for, uh, apparently making the arrangements. Then everybody help themselves and we'll let Lei tell us about his work this year."

6 Nerds, Artwork and More

I walked into the auditorium and saw Carole talking to the brunette who was apparently her new best friend. Jayne was still in her tartan skirt but had replaced her stilettos with flats and a snug red deep v-neck t-shirt, the flow of it appearing to indicate she'd shed the bra as well as the blouse. Carole was still in her delivery clothes and shoes and had her left hand lightly holding the taller woman's right arm while Jayne had her right hand just above Carole's waist. They were both laughing at something when they saw me enter and walk toward them.

They released each other and Carole's hands met mine and we kissed lightly on the mouth. Then she stepped sideways and Jayne put her left hand on my right shoulder and to my surprise kissed me on the mouth, her lips closed momentarily but then opening quickly to allow her tongue to touch my lips then she backed off and I saw one pair of dancing brown eyes and for the first time in a while Carole's smiling crazy quilt eyes before they settled to their usual green.