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Warning - this story contains content that does not match the general theme of this site.
This story was written before the posting of "Melissa's Spring Break". It contains scenes from that story as seen from a different viewpoint. If you hated that story, you might want to skip this one.
My Name is Brad, but my friends call me Hopeless.
The first time I saw Melissa I was off campus. I had not enrolled in college and was killing time working in a bookstore downtown. It was a nice job, if a little dull, but at least it gave me time to read and consider what I wanted to do with my life. My walk to work took me right past the edge of the campus. I had heard some interesting things about the college, including talk of some crazy-strict dress code for the girls.
This particular morning caught my eye. The students were playing some sort of game that involved several of the coeds standing still with their shorts around their ankles. I slowed my pace to enjoy the view, but then I saw her. One girl, a breath-taking red head, was not bottomless like many of the other girls, nor was she running and shrieking like the rest. Instead, she was standing still, dressed in a shirt that exposed her midriff and an enticinbly short skirt. Unlike the other girls, she appeared to be guarded by the boys.
I was transfixed. I would have stood there all day, mouth agape, blocking sidewalk traffic, if not for the sudden distraction of a naked blond bombshell crashing into the fence just feet away. Some boys who had been chasing her piled into her, pinning her against the fence such that her tits squeezed through the links. Some of my fellow pedestrians took the opportunity to grab a feel while one of the boys mounted her from behind. It was the craziest thing I had ever seen (up until then). Judging by her face, pressed up against the fence, she was clearly embarrassed, but not panicked. She almost seemed to be enjoying herself. I helped myself to a touch of her hardening nipple.
I didn’t want to seem rude, so I introduced myself. “Hi there, I’m Brad.”
Her eyes rolled to mine. “Hi yourself,” she managed through squished cheeks and lips pinned together by fence links. The boy plowing her didn’t seem to mind. “Robin.”
“I need to know… who is she?”
Robin could not move her head to follow my gesture, so I continued. “…uh, the red-head, that is…”
“Oh, you mean Melissa” The boy climaxed inside her, then backed off, releasing her. She remained pressed up against the fence as the boys rejoined the game.
“Aren’t you going to move?”
“Can’t. Freeze-tag.”
That made about as much sense as anything. I let go of her nipple, which I had been enjoying with my right hand, and returned my attention to Melissa just as a girl ripped her top clean off and ran across the field with it. I watched, stunned, as her amazing breasts bounced in their newfound freedom. I was still staring when, minutes later, another girl ripped off her skirt, leaving her nude.
“Does this happen often?” I asked Robin.
“Eh.” Was all I got.
“I need to get into this school!”
The next day I found the admissions office. Classes were all full, so the best I could get was an application for the spring semester. My shattered hopes were temporarily mended when I caught a glimpse of her on my way off campus. She was standing in line, naked below the waist. I marveled at her bare rump and watched jealously as a boy casually fingered her in the course of a conversation.
Later I found out she had been in line for a position as a flight attendant. That was enough for me. I made sure I was on that flight. Unfortunately, she ended up working first class, and I ended up in coach, rehearsing my prepared lines should I be lucky enough to talk to her. Her friend, Joanie, was my flight attendant. She was really something. I enjoyed the view of her trying to wrestle my bag into the overhead, skirt lifting over her ass, tits spilling from her tiny top. I watched her calm a nervous passenger by sucking his cock.
There was one moment that really made the flight worth it. I saw her pass through coach, her little top barely concealing her spectacular speckled breasts, her long legs reaching high up to her tiny skirt. I turned shamelessly to watch her go to the back of the plane. She was clearly not wearing panties – her pussy seemed to wink at me from beneath her marvelous, swaying ass. A few minutes later she made the return trip, but this time her skirt had been caught in the door to the rear cabin, and she was naked beneath her tiny top. Furthermore, someone had gotten up to use the restroom, and she squeezed up against my seat to let him by. Her shaved pussy pressed firmly against my hand, resting on the armrest. I reveled in its warmth. The plane shook, and she was tossed forward, her tits slipping out of their tiny covering to bounce in my face. She then retreated back to first class, leaving me only with her sweet smell on my hands.
The next semester I was admitted to the college. What a great place! There were beautiful women everywhere. Sometimes the guys and I would hang out near the inspectors and watch them strip some poor, unsuspecting cutie. It was a great time. However, there was one part of the code of conduct that I had trouble with. Peer inspections required me to check girls and make sure they were dressed decently (no bras or panties, natch). I was far too shy for this, so I just hoped no one would notice that I was not carrying my weight. I tried to get as many classes with Melissa as I could. Unfortunately, she was a hard-core science major, and I was more of an English-lit guy, so my grades were not good. When we had the math bee, I was out even before Robin lost her skirt and distracted all the boys with a flash of her cute pussy from behind. Melissa had lost all of her clothes that day, and was fucked against the window of our classroom in front of me. The jealousy was a major turn on.
Eventually the dean called me into his office.
“You're new here, aren't you, Brad?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You signed up for an impressive course load. I admire your enthusiasm, but you seem to be struggling.”
“I'm just having a slow start, sir. I am sure my grades will pick up soon.”
“Yes...” he considered this. My heart sank. “But that is not my only area of concern. It seems you have not conducted a single peer inspection.”
There it was. “Really? I am sure I...”
“No, not a one on record. You do realize this is a required duty of all boys on campus, don't you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“And you do understand the importance of our dress code? We can't have girls parading around in their little panties, their round, firm asses practically on display.” I swear he was drooling.
“No, sir.”
“Well, I like you, Brad, so I am going to cut you some slack. Start carrying your weight with the peer inspections and we will look the other way on your GPA... for now.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Oh,” he added as I stepped out. “You might want to see about getting a tutor.”
A tutor! “Thank you, sir.” That's it!
I hunted down Melissa and found her eating lunch with Heather in the courtyard. Heather was the head of Melissa's cheer squad – a tall brunette with silky, shoulder length hair and ice-blue eyes. From my vantage it was clear that Melissa was not in violation of the dress code, her skirt hung recklessly about her thighs.
“Melissa!” I called to her.
“Oh,” both girls looked my way. “Brad, right?”
“Yes.” Shoot. I should have prepared something to say before getting her attention. Both beauties stared at me expectantly. I cleared my throat/ “Uh, I am not doing so well in Math, and I wanted to know, uh, if you would be willing to help me... as a, um,... tutor.”
Melissa smiled the smile of an angel and my heart melted into a smuldering mess in my stomach.
“I would like that,” she said.
Heather Chortled and some of her drink came out her nose.
“What?” complained Melissa, turning to her and slugging her on the shoulder. “Cut it out!”
I heard a throat clear ominously. I looked up over the girls and saw the dean. No mistake, he was looking directly at me, arms crossed expectantly. I looked at the girls. Melissa was in her cheer uniform, but Heather had on a pair of tight blue jeans. Shit.
“Uh, Heather”
“What is it, Bradly?”
I started to chicken out, but the dean was right there. “I am going to have to ask you to remove your jeans.”
Heather stopped laughing and looked up at me. “Shit.”
“Ha! Who's laughing now, Miss 'No-one-inspects-the-head-cheerleader'?”
Heather stood up, unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them slowly down over her hips until it was clear that she was not wearing panties. She was blushing. Melissa seemed to be enjoying the show, nibbling on a french fry.
“Well, you seem to be...” I cought the dean's eye again. His glare was penetrating. “... I mean, please continue.” Heather gulped. A crowd was forming around us.l She sat down on the grass, pushed her jeans over her knees and kicked them off, struggling in the fashion preferred by most boys on campus. She then stood, bottomless, lifted her shirt over her perky tits and handed it to me. Time stood still as I examined the clothing. I could not make it look like I was letting her off too easy, or I would be kicked off campus. She covered her tits with one arm and reached for her pelvis with the other hand – a definite no-no.
“Uh, no covering up, please” teased Melissa. Heather straightened and arched her back, tits standing majestically from her rib cage. I looked over at Melissa's sweet face, her cheer sweater filled nicely by her breasts. She was going to watch...
“This all appears in order...” Dean was still watching. “... so I just need to check if you are, er... shaven.” Heather separated her legs. I reached down and felt a pool of fluid in her admittedly clean pussy. How could she have gotten so turned on? I withdrew my hand, glistening in the sun. No hiding it now. She knew it, too, as she looked around at the growing crowd. This was going to happen, and Melissa was going to watch.
I lifted Heather up on the table and lowered my rowsers. She leaned into me, her bare tits pressing up against my shirt as I entered her. She moaned and kissed me aas I thrusted, terrified at what Melissa must be thinking. Heather threw her head back, her bare sitting proudly atop the arch of her torso, her hair spilling down on the table. I could now clearly see Melissa, smiling to herself, chewing half a french fry toyfully, staring right at me.
“This is fun” she announced, gathering her stuff. “But I need to get to class.” She slapped Heather playfully on the cheek, turned quickly, causing her skirt to flare out and display her fantastic, freckled ass for one fleeting moment. At the sight, I released a king-sized load of hot cum into Heather. She squealed in delight (I guess no press is bad press). I collapsed, spent, onto the naked, panting Heather. The crowd applauded.
“Nice work, tiger.” she whispered in my ear under the roar of the crowd. “Now, when are you going to tell her?” OK. Who leaked the memo?
Melissa's tutelage was fantastic. She really is brilliant. Also, through the sessions, we started to become friends. Then came the big football win, and the cheer squad was busted for some obscure offense – I still don't understand it. Anyway, the entire squad was paraded, naked and bound, before a judge (A judge? What kind of college is this?) and sentenced to a week of slave labor. Hal won the auction, and we were off to spring break.
With Melissa tied up (literally) all break, I figured I had seen the last of her until classes started up again. Then, one morning, while I was watching cartoons in my bathrobe, the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, I saw Melissa and Robin, naked as jay-birds in my doorway. Robin cuddled up to me and started whispering something while Melissa dropped to her knees. I felt her fabulous fingers reach inside my boxers and grab my dick. She pulled it out and I briefly felt the morning chill before the warmth of her lips and tongue. And there it happened – a blond, naked goddess invited me to a party while the girl of my dreams sucked me dry. Robin asked me for a sandwich bag for the “invitation”. Very clever, Hal. I disappeared into the kitchen and produced the bag. Then I watched, smitten, while Melissa spat my load into the bag.
“See you there!” she waved and walked away. I kicked myself for not recording her retreat on my cell phone.
I was at the party with bells on! I could not wait to talk to Melissa again. But she was not there... I looked around and then I saw it. The fiend had tied her and the other girls up into furniture. She was bound on her elbows and knees into an ottoman, and some guy had his feet up on her back. From time to time some guy would finger her exposed asshole. I couldn't think straight.
Eventually everyone moved out to the yard to fondle the girls Hal had bound out there, and I was finally alone with her. I loosened her bindings.
“What are you doing?” she said as she stood up.
“I thought you could use a break. Here, I go t you a drink.”
“Thank you, that's sweet.” she stretched fantastically and collapsed into the chair to drink her drink. “You know, could really get in trouble for this.”
“It seems to me like you are going to get into trouble no matter what you do.”
She chuckled, her boobs bouncing in a hypnotic dance. “It's not that bad. The code is there to protect us all.”
“Sometimes I think it is just there to get girls like you out of their clothes.”
“Maybe, though lately it seems like I don't need much help.”
“Yeah, I noticed that. You get your clothes ripped off of you more than anyone I have ever met.”
“I am accident prone,” she laughed again, looking at me with that melting smile, her head resting on the chair. “You had better tie me up again before we get caught.”
She knocked back the rest of her drink, handed me the glass, then stood still while I retied her ankles, then knees, and finally her wrists together. She knelt back into her ottoman pose on her knees and elbows. “Thanks for the drink” she said as I admired her rear view.
I left the party after that and made a point of skipping the rest of them. At the end of the week I volunteered for open house day. Hal had also volunteered, but he seemed to be there without his entourage of naked cheerleaders. I discovered differently when I excused myself to use the restroom. There I saw Melissa, Robin, and Heather naked and squatting chained to the urinals.
“Hi Brad” said Melissa. “Gotta go?”
I wanted to turn arounf and leave, but they had already seen me. And I did have to go...
“Yes, I guess I do.” Nervously I approached Melissa, who was locked between Robin and Heather. I glanced at the captive witnesses. Robin winked at me flirtatiously while Heather silently mouthed “Ask her”
I looked down and saw two huge green eyes looking back up at me expectantly. I unzipped my fly and pulled out my dick. Melissa leaned her head to one side to line up with my erection and licked the base and slurped the tip between her lips. Once again I felt her wonderful tongue on my shaft and her lips sliding toward my pelvis. I did have to go, but not this time. I hazarded a glance at Heather, who gestured with her head that I was stalling. One... more.... moment.. I thought as her lips slid up and down. When I came I was deep inside her mouth. She never tasted the cum as it slid down her throat. Still, she muttered “Mmmm” as I withdrew.
“Melissa, I...” the door flew open and several guys spilled in to the restroom. “Uh,... never mind.”
“OK, talk to you later, Brad.”
I was delighted when I saw the course catalog with her naked body pressed up against the window of Founder's Hall. With her help, my grades had picked up, so I was able to begin thinking about the next semester's course load. I cut the cover off the catalog and pinned it up by my pillow. I through on my jacket and went to the library to do some research. (Also, sometimes I would run into Melissa there).
I was on the second floor looking for change for the copy machine when I heard a lovely familure voice moan in extacy. At that moment, I would have bet any fortune I am ever to obtain that I was in a dream, for just like in so many of my dreams, a naked Melissa fell from the sky, swinging towards me from the atrium, dangling from the shreaded remains of her clothing. She landed face first on the floor. I rushed to help her up. Thank God, she was laughing.
“Are you all right?” I asked.
“I... have no idea...” even for someone who had fallen naked from the sky, she seemed out of it.
“Can you stand?”
“I think so,” she said, cautiously pulling herself to her feet and steadying herself on my arm. Her freckled body moved deliciously as she came to her feet and looked up. “Dag nabbit!” she said, then looked down at her tattered clothes that had fallen to the first floor.
“What happened?” I asked, taking off my jacket and offering it to her.
“Brad, I don't know where to begin,” she replied as she wrapped herself in my jacket. She zipped it up over her tits, but she was still naked from the waist down.
“Here, let me walk you home.”
We took the elevator down to the first floor, and then Melissa accompanied me bottomless across the crowded library. Many eyes were trained on that spotted bottom. Once outside, we cut across campus toward the dorms.
I rallied my courage. “Melissa, there is something I have been wanting to ask you.”
“Oh?” she turned to look at me. Her eyes nearly glowed. This was my moment. “Would you like to go on a ...” At that moment I saw the dean gesturing for my attention. Not now... He was indicating a sweet little curly haired blond whose skirt was audacious enough to cover her upper thigh.
“Hold that thought. I need to do something, I guess.” I inspected the girl quickly. Luckily, she stripped out of her clothes in record time and with little fuss, drawing only a minor crowd to oggle her perfect little titties and ass.
“Sorry for the trouble.” I turned my attention back to Melissa. A guy had his hand on her ass. Being bottomless, she was forbidden by the code to prevent him from touching her. I watched him test her pussy.
“You are already wet? How did that happen?” he asked as he unzipped his pants.
Melissa had a far-away, wistful look in her eyes as he mounted her, and I couldn't help but notice she was not looking at me.
That's right. My name is Brad, but my friends call me “Hopeless”.
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