Carol: My Mentor: Part VI Liz: My First Facial - Sex Stories

Carol: My Mentor: Part VI Liz: My First Facial

When I awoke several hours later, Carol was reading one of her course books in bed next to me. Much to my disappointment, she was dressed-- in jeans and a pretty white blouse. “You missed dinner, you horndog. But I saved you some.” Then she handed me a tray holding tomato soup and a reuben sandwich in a warmer, with a pasta salad on top. She poured two glasses of wine for us and offered a toast, “To my stud muffin in training!” “To my lovely and talented mentor,” I replied with a wolfish grin. As I devoured my dinner, Carol told me that her s****rs “were all atwitter “about the fact that I was here. They were, of course, anxious to know what I was like in bed. When Carol told them “I don’t kiss and tell,” they collectively guffawed: “the hell you don’t!” Carol’s utterly casual rejoinder that you should “find out for yourselves” really set them off, as it made clear Carol was not claiming or expecting any exclusive rights to the stud laying in her bed. ”Jack is going to take me to Fall Ball and be my new boyfriend,” Carol told them, “ but we’ve agreed to have an open relationship.” “There’s a catch, however,” Carol added, “If you want a taste, you have to go through me.” “Because Jack’s relatively inexperienced sexually,” Carol explained, “he’s asked me to sort of screen his other sex partners and take charge of his sexual education, so to speak. Simply put, Jack’s put me in charge of his dance card,” Carol smirked. You’ve-got-to-be-k**ding-me was the shocked, universal ...

... response! Carol caught my eye and observed: “Well, you asked me to create a harem for you. Based on the responses I’ve gotten so far, I do believe you could spend the rest of the year hopping from bed to bed in this house.” Somehow this did not surprise me. As I had mentioned before, Carol’s sorority was infamous for having a bevy of sexually active s****rs who always were on the prowl. Indeed, it was a house tradition that, for the school yearbook, the seniors were always depicted holding or fingering billiard cue sticks. And, every year, one of the s****rs has to be told that she can’t lick the cue stick as this would make the picture “too explicitly suggestive” for inclusion in the yearbook. The reputedly “sluttiest” s****r always got the “honor” of laying claim to the floor in front of the group, as it was believed no one would recognize her in any position other than prone. “I’ve got some more good news for you,” Carol added with a sly smile, “one of my s****rs is really, really hot to bed you right away, tonight, if you’re up for it.” I feigned a groan, “Oh my God you’re going to wear me out on the first day “ I whined, but immediately asked her “who is it?” “ Look,” Carol replied, if this harem thing is going to work, you’ll just have to trust my judgment on who the next girl up should be.” She added: “I’ll do my best to make sure you get a lot of variety, as well as experience with woman who have a reputation for being especially good at particular positions or facets of ...