The Reality Engine

"Well sure, but nobody wants to live in a small box of a room longer than they have to," Sonya said. "You're working for Dr. Karlov, in the department of theoretical physics, which is a much more interesting sort of person than we typically have lodge with us. I was hoping if you stayed for a bit, some of your knowledge might rub off on the Freshman boys, who could use all the wisdom they can get."

"If I'm interesting," Scott said. "Why did you check your watch just now as if you were bored by our conversation?"

"Because Margaret is coming over soon, and we're going to go to lunch, and I just wanted to make sure I had enough time to finish with you," Sonya said. "I didn't mean to be rude."

"Ah," Scott said, smiling. "Anything else I should know?"

"I need to go over the floor rules and regulations," Sonya said. "As well as get your signature on some paperwork."

Scott spent the next ten minutes going over the details with Sonya, and no sooner had they finished their efforts then there was a knock on the door.

"It's open," Sonya said, and the door-knob turned, and a very pretty oriental girl entered the room. Her loveliness was not the first thing that struck Scott, what struck him first was how she was dressed, or rather, how she was undressed. She wore a pair of fuzzy bathroom slippers on her feet, and she had on a pair of white cotton panties (no pants or a skirt, Scott could see her panties, plain as day) and she wore a white, cotton t-shirt, with no bra on underneath, that only reached as far as her bellybutton. Her entire body below her navel was covered only in a pair of panties and a pair of slippers. Scott's penis went very hard in his pants, and he prayed neither of the two girls would notice.

"Oh!" the new girl said. "I didn't realize you had company, Sonya."

"This is Scott," Sonya said. "He's Professor Karlov's new assistant, and he'll be living in room #253 until he finds a more permanent place to live. Scott, meet Margaret Chin."

"Pleasure," Scott said, as he extended his hand to Margaret, who took his hand and shook it. She showed no embarrassment at her undress, and if she wasn't going to hide herself, Scott was content to keep staring at her beautiful body.

"I came to see you about lunch," Margaret said.

"About how you might want to think about putting on a few more clothes before we leave?" Sonya asked, laughing.

"Well no," Margaret said. "I mean, obviously, I'll cover myself before we go, but it's about my roommate Alania. She texted me to tell me she's running late, and I want to wait up for her before we all go to lunch together."

"That should be fine," Sonya said. "Any word on how long Alania said she'd be?"

"She said about half an hour," Margaret said. "She got hung up with something that couldn't wait. You okay with that?"

"Sure," Sonya said. "Scott, you're welcome to come with us, if you want."

"Where are you ladies eating at?" Scott asked, this being the first time he could ever recall being asked to lunch by a lady.

"The fanciest club in town," Margaret said. "The Light Fingers Five dinning commons, just around the corner from here."

"Ah," Scott said. "I'm sorry, but I don't have a University meal plan."

"Nonsense," Sonya said. "It's included with your stay here. All you have to do is present an id at the front counter of the dinning commons, they have your name on a list."

"In that case, I'd be happy to come with you," Scott said.

"Terrific," Sonya said. "Why don't you go to your room and unpack? We'll come and get you when it's time to go."

"Sure," Scott said, but as he rose to leave, Margaret stopped him.

"Hey, are you really Dr. Karlov's new assistant?" Margaret asked.

"Sure am," Scott replied. "How many of his assistants have you known?"

"There were two guys who lived here last year, who were his assistants too," Sonya said. "One guy was Peter who lived in a room on the fourth floor of this dormitory. He was here for about three weeks, then moved out to an apartment in town, but I still saw him again every once in a while. He quit the job about two months in, and felt that Dr. Karlov was impossible to work with, and he went to California, I think. The other guy was Greg, who also took a job with Dr. Karlov, and he lived in the room you're going to occupy for about four weeks. By that point, he couldn't stand Dr. Karlov anymore, and he quit his job and went back home to, I think, South Carolina. Dr. Karlov doesn't exactly have a sterling reputation as a great boss to work for. He's very demanding."

"Didn't you just tell me that having someone who works for Dr. Karlov was a much more interesting sort of person than you usually get around here?" Scott asked.

"Greg had an incredibly annoying and arrogant personality," Sonya said. "He might have worked for Dr. Karlov for a time, but he thought he was the shit, and wasn't afraid to let everyone know how fucking smart he was. I wouldn't call him the slightest bit interesting."

"When Sonya heard that another guy working for Dr. Karlov was going to move in here soon, she told me and some of the other girls about his history," Margaret said. "Sounds like you have a tough road ahead of you."

"Yeah," Sonya said. "Peter and Greg told me that Dr. Karlov expects his people to show up for work at 6 AM, sooner you than me, Scott, sooner you than me."

"I felt we worked together great today, and I don't think he's that bad, but only time will tell," Scott said.

"Yeah, I guess it will. When I arrived for move-in week this year, I was told that my floor was due up next to house one of Dr. Karlov's assistants," Sonia said. "That first weekend, I gathered everyone on the floor in the large meeting room, and explained to them what that meant. You'll be with us a short while, and you'll be working insanely long hours, so don't get too attached."

"I appreciate that," Scott said. "It's nice to know I won't have to explain the situation to anyone who lives on this floor."

"Lucky you," Margaret said. "Hey Scott, do you want to come over to my room and join me for a drink? Maybe tell me a little bit more about yourself."

Scott was floored by this offer. Margaret was very lovely, perhaps not up to the standards of a beauty queen, but she was a solid 5'1, with long, flowing, waist-length black hair, brown eyes, a porcelain oriental face with thin lips, and a really lean, athletic body with average sized breasts. Her large nipples poked up through her flimsy t-shirt. If this had been any lady Scott had encountered in his life up to that point, she would have wanted to run away from Scott as soon as possible and cover herself. Inviting Scott over for a drink certainly never would have entered into things. Scott was puzzled, but he decided there was no harm in accepting the offer, so he agreed.

As Sonya got up to open the door to allow her guests to leave, Scott got a good look at her ass. She didn't have the bubble-butt that so many Latinas had, rather, her ass was long and pretty flat looking, but Scott liked the way it looked all the same.

A moment later, and Scott was next door, in room #202, which was Margaret's room that she shared with her roommate Alania. Scott glanced at the two desks in the room, and upon one of them, he saw a photograph of Margaret posing with an extremely beautiful blonde girl, whom he took to be Alania. Margaret went to a mini-fridge that she kept on the floor by her bed and opened it up, to reveal all manner of drinks.

"What do you want?" she asked.

"Um, a coke," Scott replied.

Margaret handed Scott his coke, and took a Heineken out of the fridge for herself.

"Before I drink this, you're not going to rat on me, are you?" Margaret asked.

"No," Scott replied. "How old are you?"

"18, but the legal drinking age in this state is 21. Are you okay with this?" Margaret asked.

"I'm not the one having a beer, and I saw plenty of underage drinking when I was at the University of Iowa, it's no big deal," Scott said, as he opened his coke and took a sip.

"Wow, Cornhusker, huh?" Margaret asked, as she popped the cap off her Heineken and took a long sip.

"Hawkeyes, actually," Scott said. "Cornhuskers are the University of Nebraska, easily confused."

"So, you party a lot as an undergrad?" Margaret asked, as she took another long sip of beer.

"No," Scott replied. "Always wanted to, heard college was the time of your life, but never got invited anywhere, and I probably shouldn't have said that."

"It's okay," Margaret said, taking another long sip. "Some people are just late bloomers in life. You ever have a girlfriend?'

"No," Scott replied.

"Yeah, I get it," Margaret said, as she turned around, bent over, and shook her panty covered butt for Scott. "Iowa chicks are so ugly, not like the beauties you'll find on campus here. At the University of Frostbite Falls, our student bodies are all 10/10. You'll find a hot pussy to stick your cock inside of in no time flat."

Scott was very confused, was this the first time in his life a drunk girl was hitting on him? How did one handle this?

"I don't suppose that list of hot pussy includes you, does it?" Scott asked, with a smile.

"I'm not a hot girl," Margaret replied, finishing her Heineken and pulling another bottle out of her fridge. "If you want to fuck a 10/10 pussy, you want my roommate, Alania. We've already gone to a couple of parties together, and all the boys prefer her. Can't say I blame them, as I'd go gay for Alania, if she hit on me."

This conversation was frustrating Scott. Here, he finally had an extremely scantily clad, lovely girl, who was about another bottle of beer away from being drunk, and the only thing he wanted in life was to find someway to get her to drop her panties so that he could try to fuck her pussy. He just wished he knew the right thing to say to get what he wanted.

"It's all relative, as we say in theoretical physics," Scott replied, as Margaret took another long sip of her beer. "Boys may prefer your roommate, but you're a hell of a lot prettier than any girl I met at the University of Iowa."

"Why, Mr. Cooper," Margaret replied, as she put down her bottle of beer on her desk. "Are you trying to worm your way into my panties to fuck me?"

"Well, um, that is," Scott stammered. "I mean, if you're down for that sort of thing. . ."

"I am," Margaret said. "Take your clothes off. Shit, do you have a rubber?"

"No," Scott admitted, "I've never. . ."

"It's okay," Margaret said. "We can fool around a bit, but in the future, always carry a condom with you, okay? Take your clothes off, but you are, on no account, to penetrate my vagina with your penis."

"Okay," Scott said, as he stripped naked. As he did so, he watched Margaret take her shirt off and put her beautiful, B-cup boobies on display, and then, he watched her drop her panties and show off her very hairy pussy. Margaret didn't shave her girly bits, but Scott was in no mood to complain.

"Sorry about the growth down there," Margaret said, as she pointed at her pussy. "I'm not pretty enough to get offers for sex all that often from boys."

As soon as Margaret had finished her words, Scott, who had finished undressing, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her on the lips.

"You are beyond lovely," Scott said. "I am really desperate to love your beautiful, incredible body."

"I'm sorry," Margaret said. "What the fuck was I saying before?"

"I don't remember," Scott said, as he gently played with her hair, and kissed her, long and hard, again. "I just know that I want you so badly."

"That's a really corny line, but also effective, and one that ugly girls can't resist," Margaret said, laughing. "Okay, but remember, no penis in vagina, clear? Let's go to bed, and we can 69 for a bit."

Scott lay down on Margaret's bed, as she mounted him, and settled her lovely pussy hole right over Scott's face. He was in heaven, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, and went to work on eating her pussy. He loved how hairy she was, loved how her pubic hair tickled his nose and lips as he ate her. As he ate her out, he felt the most wonderful warm and wet sensation envelop his penis. He would say, in later years, that one of his fondest memories was peering past Margaret's leg for a moment to see her, with her eyes closed, sucking on his cock and loving every moment of it.

"You don't really know what the fuck you're doing back there, do you?" Margaret asked, after about ten minutes.

"No I don't," Scott said. "What do you want me to do?"

Margaret reached back with one of her hands, and opened up her hairy snatch.

"Find my clit, and lick that and roll it around with your tongue for all it's worth," Margaret said. "I love getting a hot mouth on my clitty."

Scott did as he was told to, and as he stared at that beautiful little lob of flesh, and at Margaret's lovely hairy pussy hole, he felt a profound sense of peace overcome him. Perhaps he wasn't doomed to be a virgin forever. Perhaps he might, in time, convince Margaret to let him fuck her. If she was to be believed, the only reason he had his mouth on her vagina and not his penis in her vagina was because he didn't have a condom handy. He hoped she would still be willing to go the distance with him the next time they met, when he would be sure to have a rubber.

He slurped and licked and kissed her pussy for all it was worth, and his actions were rewarded by a low and audible moan from her.

"Shit!" she exclaimed suddenly, as she popped up from their 69 position, and looked out the window next to her bed. "That's Alania coming down the walkway, she'll be up here in five minutes. Get the fuck up and get dressed."

"Okay, just one more quick thing," Scott said. "A fantasy to fulfill."

With that, Scott parted Margaret's butt-cheeks, and drove his nose into her asshole, and took a good, long sniff. It smelled awful, and he desperately wished to smell more of it. However, he knew they were up against a ticking clock, so he jumped out of bed and redressed himself.

"You fantasized about smelling my butt-hole?" Margaret asked, as she too jumped out of bed, put on her panties, and leaped to her dresser to put on her clothes.

"To be fair," Scott said, as she pulled on his pants. "It's a hell of a butt-hole, and it stinks like sin. It was everything I thought a girl's butt-hole would be."

"Doesn't it smell exactly the same as the one you've got?" Margaret asked, as she put on a bra and a more covering shirt.

"Nah," Scott replied. "Girls have more delicate heinies, softer and way more pinchable, which makes the smell more feminine. It's like smelling the hot chocolate between two big marshmallows."

"It's still fucking gross," Margaret said, as Scott had succeeded in redressing himself. "I'm glad you had fun, now, out with you."

With that, Margaret got a pair of pants on and redressed herself and opened the door for Scott to show him out.

"When will I see you again?" Scott asked, as he gave Margaret a kiss on the cheek.

"Don't be so fucking dramatic," Margaret said, laughing. "Go wait in your room. Once Alania comes, I'll pick up Sonya, and we'll come and get you for lunch. You should see me again in about ten minutes."

"Okay," Scott said, as he picked up his suitcase, and made for his dorm room.

End of chapter 1.