Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 10

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"I'm sorry, Sharon," she began, "Can you tell me what happened?" Sharon sniffed, nodding once. She wouldn't meet the older woman's eyes. She raised her glass, taking a drink, which Nancy mimicked after checking the temperature.

"I... I don't know everything," Sharon started, "I remember dancing & drinking... I remember smoking something..." she stopped & took another long drink. Nancy Eller sipped at hers, waiting patiently. "I remember... I remember being with them."

"Having sex?" Nancy wanted to be certain she knew what Sharon meant. Sharon nodded in answer.

"Yes... but it was so... It was like we were animals."

"You were like an animal, too?" Sharon blushed, looking into her mug as she nodded.

"I wasn't... it was like I was watching someone else." She took a breath & then another drink, "God, maybe if I drink enough coffee I'll be able to wake up & find it was just a nightmare... Or at least understand it... I mean..."

"You didn't ask for it?" Professor Eller prompted. Sharon blushed.

"I remember asking for it, but no, I didn't want it when it started..." She paused. That was true enough. She wondered just how she'd gotten to the point she was casually having sex with so many men. She was married for God's sake! "I thought... I was just doing what the other girls were doing..." she glanced for a moment at Nancy, "I should've listened to you." She sagged back in her chair, taking another drink of the coffee, "God, what am I going to do?"

"We're going to punish those son's of bitches," the heat in Nancy's voice drew Sharon's attention. "We'll call campus security. I'll call the Dean... We'll alert the police." Sharon shook her head.

"I can't... they took... I remember cameras... when I was telling them I wanted it... that I wanted more." Nancy blinked at her.

"How did that happen?" Sharon shrugged.

"I don't know... it was after they'd insisted that I smoke with them," she waved distractedly at the bong, "& then when they were leaving, they waved a camera & warned me if I say a word a copy will go to my husband..." she shivered remembering Dave make essentially that very threat, "I can't say a word about it!" Nancy pursed her lips. She wanted to push this, but knew from past experience it wouldn't work to force the issue now.

"You realize they'll just keep on using you..." Sharon shifted in her seat. "You can't escape them by being silent. Think of the other young women you can protect by putting a stop to this..." Sharon bit her lip but shook her head. "At least think about it," Nancy urged. Sharon conceded. She got up & moved toward the fridge.

"I think I need some sugar, " she said, then paused when she opened the door. She let it swing wide, "Oh, I forgot." Nancy looked over.

"Forgot what, Sharon?"

"They didn't want me getting fat," she waved at the nearly empty fridge, "I can have all the celery & want, & OJ... I'm not supposed to touch the beer, & the little champagne bottles are just for when we have our next party..." Nancy tried to seem appropriately empathetic.

"You see? There's no way out without making a stand. I think your husband will understand." Sharon shook her head.

"No... I don't know how or why I was saying it... but I said horrible, awful things... I... I was riding on them. He'll never believe I didn't want it...." She grabbed the pitcher out of the fridge & poured 2 glasses. She sagged back into the seat & took a drink. "I shouldn't have bothered you... I just... I just didn't know what to do." Nancy nodded patting Sharon's hand once again.

"It's OK... I'm glad you called. I just wish it hadn't happened to you... It must've been awful." Sharon shrugged.

"That's what's scary."

"What's scary?"

"I... I know it's wrong. I know I didn't ask for it... But part of me remembers," Sharon blushed, "God, I'm embarrassed but I remember more pleasure than I thought was possible." She took several swallows of the juice.

"That had to be the drugs," Nancy assured her, then pointed at the bong she'd seen coming into the apartment. "That isn't yours?" Sharon laughed.

"Until I met the fraternity I'd never heard of a bong. I never thought I'd do drugs, but there were other Sisters smoking, too, & it was just for fun at another party..."

"You realize it's not always just marijuana... & weed is illegal by itself," Professor Eller adopted the more comfortable role as lecturer. She took a drink of the juice, "They could get any number of drugs into your system like that." she looked over at the counter, "Do you know what the other pills are?" Sharon waited, willing the other woman to keep drinking the juice.

"The blue ones... I think they're Viagra... They let them go & go... someone said something about being 'Energizer Bunnies,' she shrugged, & I know there's something about the white pills, but I can't remember... God, Professor Eller, what's going to happen?" She finished her juice, then tilted it as if watching the last drops in the bottom move over. She watched in her peripheral vision as the other woman drank some more, too. There was juice left, but she decided she couldn't wait any longer.

Resisting the urge to look at the window, Sharon jumped up, covering her mouth with her hand. The room seemed to tilt a little. She blinked at the sparkles at the edges of her vision. Must be the morning light, she reasoned, as she managed a gasp of feigned surprise.

"Oh my God!" she rushed to the counter & took the pill Dave had indicated, turning & swallowing it without any liquid, as her Professor watched in surprise.

"Sharon!" she half rose from her seat, "What are you doing?" Sharon pointed at the pitcher of juice she'd left out.

"I didn't make that... It's not my pitcher." Nancy's gaze followed Sharon's fingers, & real alarm showed on her face as she looked then at her nearly empty glass. Sharon blinked quickly... the sparkles in her vision were getting worse. "I'm seeing... things at the edges of my vision," she admitted, & a moment later Nancy nodded that she was, too, "I remember the guys laughing as we drank this juice last night, taking these pills whenever they had a glass. They told me I shouldn't have any... I bet that's how they drugged me!"

She stepped back as Nancy leapt up & joined her at the counter., fingers scattering the pills as she clutched not one, but a handful. Sharon wanted to be sure that Dave could get a clear shot as her Professor and mentor emptied her juice glass & then filled it with tap water before taking 3 of the small white pills. She put more into her pocket, then looked at Sharon. She set the glass down, then patted Sharon's shoulder.

"Thank you!" she said, "Who knows what would've happened if you hadn't remembered that. Sharon flushed. She was ashamed at tricking the smart, friendly woman. To hide her discomfort, she motioned to the coffee.

"I made this when I... when I woke up," she offered, & then she & Nancy refilled the mugs. She added packets of sugar, wondering where they'd come from, & Professor Eller did the same.

"Ah, I worried you only drank your coffee black when we first sat down." Sharon nearly giggled at the potential entendre, but nodded. The sparkles were still at the edges of her vision...

"I wish I hadn't had any of that juice," she complained, "Maybe it takes awhile for the pills to work... I'm still... they're still there," she told Nancy. The other woman nodded. "Maybe we should just sit down for awhile." She led Nancy back to the couch, pushing the bong away & then sitting in the single seat leaving the sofa to her Professor. They sat, not talking for a few minutes.

"I'm sorry, Professor Eller," Sharon said when the sparkles still hadn't gone away, "The last thing I wanted was to have you in trouble, too." The older woman waved a hand.

"In my day I drank... I've even smoked some of that," she wasn't really looking at Sharon anymore. She motioned at the bong, "Assuming that's just marijuana..." she lapsed into silence. Then as if taking up where she'd left off, "I was lucky... No one took advantage..." She looked at Sharon again, shaking her head sadly, "I should've been more aggressive in protecting you... in protecting dozens of girls over the last ten years... The BZ Fraternity... they're evil. Each year they take promising young lives & ruin them, all for pleasure..."

Sharon shook her head; she knew Shaun & Dave & the others... they weren't evil. She wondered if Professor Eller was a racist. She was sure the Professor was slurring her words... It was hard to understand what she was saying, & she wondered if it was her ears or Nancy's mouth. She giggled at the thought. The Professor paused, then giggled, too.

"What's so funny?" she said after a moment.

"I don't think the pills are working," Sharon said, fighting back another laugh.

"It's OK..." Nancy waved a hand absently. She reached into her pocket, "I have more... maybe we just had too much juice & need more of this..." Sharon giggled again as her Professor tried unsuccessfully to get a pill to her mouth. Frowning in concentration, she tried again. When she got one down, the offered another to Sharon. Concerned it was different from the pill Dave had told her to take, she shook her head.

"It's OK, I kind of like the sparkles," she paused-- she was definitely slurring her words, too.

"Mmm... I know I can't drive," Professor Eller said after some silence, "I don't think the pills are helping. Maybe we were supposed to take the blue ones..." Sharon shook her head. "How long did it last... you know, last night?" Sharon's head was lolling back. Her entire body felt delightfully warm.

"Mmm?" she paused, "Well, I served drinks & snacks for a few hours. Then when it was just the Brothers the contest began."

"Contest?"

"Mm-hmm," Sharon nodded, "Who has the best tits... who has the best ass... who could... you know, do it best..." She looked up to see Nancy staring at her in shock.

"You were in a contest?" Sharon nodded proudly.

"I won Best Blow job," she jutted her chin, "I used a bong, then let the smoke leak out while I was sucking on a guy." She blinked, surprised she'd just admitted that, wondering what was wrong with her. But she couldn't seem to stop, "Do you want to see the prize?" Nancy blinked at her but nodded. Sharon stood up... swaying dangerously, & stripped off her shirt. Professor Eller gasped.

"They pierced your nipple?" she sounded horrified. Sharon looked down at the body jewelry. She giggled & shook her head.

"No, I had that done... that was before. Do you like it?" she didn't wait for an answer, "It keeps my nipple just a little hard... ready for excitement." She looked down at her body, "It doesn't hurt... I was surprised... Now I kind of like it..." She turned, showing off the tattoo. She heard the Professor's gasp. "I know," she said, "It's not supposed to say 'bitch;' it's supposed to say 'sister,' but the guy put the wrong... what's it called... temple... template. He used the wrong template." She pointed lower, "That was earlier, too, though... Last night I won the little flags. See?" Nancy leaned closer.

"There's more than one."

"Mm-hmm, Best Oral & Best MoneyMaker."

"So you're a prostitute?" Sharon shook her head, flopping into the seat again as the room spun dangerously.

"No, silly. I'd never have sex for money," Sharon pouted, "I just help the fraternity out... we did a swimsuit photo shoot for charity..." She felt her body start to respond to the memory of that night. She wished Shaun & Dave hadn't had to leave so soon. "Goodness, it's warm in here." she didn't bother to put the shirt back on. Nancy couldn't seem to take her eyes off of Sharon's bare chest. When the silence grew awkward, Sharon pointed at the entertainment center.

"I think they left a movie, if you want to watch some TV," she suggested. Nancy shrugged, & when Sharon pointed at the remote, beside the bong on the table. Nancy picked it up.

The screen blinked to light, showing Sharon's blow job from the night before. Shocked, Sharon gasped, but it wasn't important enough for her to stop it. She watched, & her Professor watched, as tendrils of smoke leaked from her lips as her head bobbed.

"Did you like smoking pot?" she asked. Nancy nodded her head absently. "You know what?"

"No, what?"

"I think they tricked me again," Sharon pouted, "I don't think there's anything in the juice... it was just those pills we took." Nancy considered,

"It could be... I'm feeling so strange," she went on, "It's a good thing no one else is here." Sharon giggled. On screen, she was prancing over to begin servicing George as he put the ink on her back.

"I guess we could smoke now," she suggested, "It'll be awhile before this passes." Nancy considered that.

"We shouldn't."

"Oh, I'm sorry... I wouldn't want you to get in trouble for using drugs." Nancy laughed.

"A college professor smoking pot? If that got us in trouble there'd be no teachers..." she sat up, looking at the table, "Do you have a lighter?" Sharon pointed to the disposable Bic beside the couch. She was puzzled, remembering what Dave & Shaun wanted to do.

She watched as Professor Eller managed to light & use the bong. After a long breath hold she exhaled, her face masked by the smoke.

"Ahhh... I'd forgotten what that was like," she smiled, & dutifully offered Sharon a toke. Sharon rose, nearly falling into the spot beside her Lit. professor. Taking the bong, Sharon did a hit before handing it back. Before them, the camera was panning across the 'Best Fuck' contest. Both women watched absently. Sharon squirmed, undeniably aroused at watching herself & the other Sisters from the night before. When the bowl was spent, Nancy put the bong back down.

"All you have to eat is celery?" she asked, then. Sharon shrugged.

"I could get you a glass of juice." Nancy nodded, giggling. Sharon staggered over, certain she wasn't usually so clumsy from smoking. She stopped, looking down.

"I forgot my shirt," she said aloud. Looking up at her, Professor Eller giggled.

"You look like the woman on the TV." Sharon laughed.

"I am one of the girls on TV, silly," & they both chuckled as she poured 2 big glasses of juice. They sat together, sipping, watching the continuing party. Nancy winced when the 'Greek' contest began.

"Doesn't that hurt?" she asked. Sharon shrugged, "I guess it did when I 1st tried it... now it's just another way to have sex." She took a drink, "& I like having sex." She stopped, blushing, amazed at what she'd just admitted.

"I do, too," Nancy admitted, a strange look moving over her face, "I'm jealous of your body, Sharon... you're not much younger than me, but you've stayed in great shape." Sharon shrugged.

"I went to the gym lots before I decided to go back to college." She looked down at her body, "I don't know what Chris will think about the changes, though." Nancy nodded. Sharon looked at her, "I don't know what you're jealous about, though... you look like you're in great shape, too." Nancy shook her head.

"Not like you... No one would ever go out of their way to seduce me." Sharon giggled.

"I think you're pretty... I'd have sex with..." she couldn't believe she'd said that... She wasn't a lesbian. Sure, she'd done things with the other Sisters, but that was different. She expected Professor Eller to jump up & storm out of the apartment. Looking over, she noticed Nancy was blushing deeply. Both women used their drinking glass to hide their embarrassment.

They watched the prior night's debauchery for several minutes. Sharon struggled not to squirm or touch herself she was so hot. Beside her, Professor Eller was shifting around. She couldn't seem to take her eyes off of the screen. It had moved to the 'DP' contest, & a seemingly endless procession of men were taking turns using Sharon & the other Sisters.

"What is it like?" Nancy mumbled, pressing a hand between her legs. What she was watching was horrible... the ultimate objectification of women, & yet... she couldn't remember being so aroused.

"Mmm..." Sharon looked away from the screen, "Every thrust... every cock... God, it's naughty to admit, but I loved it... I can't tell you how often I came. & knowing I can get all of those boys that hot & hard? It's like a power rush," she looked down at her body, "I'm hot just remembering it."

"Me too," Nancy murmured, finally looking over at her topless student, "But don't you worry... I mean, you could get pregnant..."

"Oh no, they gave me some of those 'morning after pills.' I'm supposed to start on the pill, but I've been busy this week," she looked down at the ring in her nipple. Nancy's eyes followed Sharon's gaze.

"I still think that must've hurt..." Sharon giggled.

"Go ahead & touch it... It's all right." With trembling fingers Professor Eller reached over, fingertip tracing the ring, then pressing lightly on the top of Sharon's nipple. Sharon moaned softly as new arousal bloomed. Soon she would be dripping wet.

"See?" she groaned, "It's like a quick start to getting me hot. & when there are as many Brothers as there are, that's a good thing." Nancy was still circling the rising nipple, her free hand mirroring the movement on her own right breast.

"God, what's happening to me?" Nancy moaned, clenching her thighs together, "I'm so hot... I can't do this, it isn't right!"

"Shhh," Sharon put a finger to her professor's lips, "It's fine... Sex is good. Let it happen if you're hot." Nancy Eller blinked at her, lips moving without a sound escaping. "Go ahead," Sharon urged, "Kiss me." The Professor seemed to struggle against herself, but then the women were kissing. Kissing passionately. Nancy's hand cupped Sharon's pierced breast, & when Sharon's hand rose to the older woman's shirt she could fee the point of an aroused nipple. The kiss seemed to last forever, & both women were panting when they broke apart.

"God..." Nancy murmured, tugging at her shirt, "It's so hot."

"You're what's hot," Sharon countered, "I want to see you... Take off your shirt." The usually staid professor promptly worked the buttons on her blouse, & a minute later it was on the table beside the bong. Sharon giggled, "I don't wear bras anymore... It's so nice not having them pinch." She reached over, arms circling behind her mute professor, & she released the clasp of the heavy underwire bra. Professor Eller caught the garment, though, before it could fall away. "I want to see you," Sharon repeated. Nancy flushed.

"I'm embarrassed."

"Why?"

"I'm not... I don't have..." then the bra had slipped to the floor. The Professor obviously exercised. There wasn't an ounce of fat on her belly, & Sharon felt a pang of jealousy at the woman's defined musculature.

"You're gorgeous," she murmured.

"I'm flat as a boy," Nancy answered bitterly.

"Oh no," Sharon leaned over, dipping her head to lightly suck at the nearest nipple, "There's nothing manly here..." The professor groaned at Sharon's touch, & a moment later they were kissing again. When they stopped, Nancy Eller grabbed at the half empty glass, draining it.

"It's still boiling hot," she murmured. Sharon just smiled & returned her attention to the older woman's sensitive breasts. As she used her mouth & one hand, the other began to work at the front of the other woman's jeans. Nancy made a quiet strangled noise in the back of her throat, then lifted her hips, offering Sharon easier access. In another moment, the Professor's slacks were at her ankles. Sharon paused, pleased at the fancy lace panties. It wasn't a thong, but was decidedly feminine. Her free hand dipped between Nancy's firm thighs, long middle finger curling along her cleft. The groan that elicited spurred Sharon on.

"Take off your panties," Sharon murmured, planting another kiss on Professor Eller's neck. The woman's hands dropped to the elastic band, pushing the garment off. Sharon stood. "Take my bottoms off." Her mentor responded almost sluggishly but did just that. She sat back, eyes glued to the sparse hair above Sharon's sex. "Tell me you like it?" Sharon said quietly.

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