First thing you have to do is drop off your luggage, so after stopping at your dorm, Symington Hall, and asking the fresh faced blonde behind the registration desk for your room number and key you head up to your room on the second floor. As you pass other girls in the hall the all smile pleasantly, and greet you with short hellos or heys. Many of the girls are dressed in the college uniform for the fall, navy blazer with matching pleated skirt and white blouse with suntan colored nylons or stockings, and two inch navy pumps.
It’s a bit much you think to yourself, especially since the uniform is only required to be worn while in class or using the labs or library. After reaching the second floor, you finally do see a few girls dressed in the more traditional college garb of jeans and t-shirts.
Arriving at your room, you see the construction paper sign with your name on it cut into the shape of a star. Kelsey is your roommate’s name. Slipping the key in the lock and giving the door a shove you push the door open, and step inside the small room. Both beds are bare, and there’s nothing to indicate that your roommate has arrived. So, wanting to look around, you toss your bags on the bed to the right, and the pull out the freshly pressed school uniform and quickly strip out of you clothes and into the stately navy jacket and skirt. Ederia College it says in small embroidered writing at the top of the breast pocket just above the school crest.
You're happy at your choice of thigh high stockings rather than pantyhose, both because that will keep you a little bit more comfortable in the warmth of the Indian summer heat wave, and because that may you feel hot and sexy. As you sit on the edge of your bed, and slip on the pumps, you smile to yourself knowing that you’re wearing a sheer white bra with a matching pair of panties. The uniform didn’t include underwear. Standing up you quickly brush your hair, apply a discreet amount of make up and eyeshadow, and then grab your class schedule, and head out the door.
Out the doors of the dormitory, and onto the sidewalk, the first place you decide you want to see is the English department, and your professor’s office. Janice Walters is your instructor for “Intro to lesbian literature” Arriving at the building, you pass through the double glass doors, and walk down the tiled floors until you reach the professor’s offices. Scanning the name plate mounted beside the doors with their office hours, are also pictures of each of the English department..
Professor Walter’s picture was of a woman in her late thirties or early forties, she was definitely a milf. In the picture, she was wearing a tight fitting red shirt with a plunging neckline that displayed the swell of her breasts. Her hair was a silky black, and she was wearing it down about her shoulders. She was smiling slightly, and her brown eyes smoldered with a red hot intensity.
You’ve never been with a woman like her, and you wonder idly what it might be like. You can feel yourself dampen between your legs, and you like it. You’re horny. All these sexy college coeds around, in the somewhat sexy uniform, god! You look up and down the hallway seeing if you can spot a bathroom where you might be able to jill off, and relive the building horniness. Just then, you feel a light tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you see that Professor Walter is standing in front of you.
“Hi there, are you taking to one of my classes this semester?” The brunette asked. As she stood before you she seemed to be appraising you, her eyes roamed over your body, until finally, her deep brown eyes met yours.
“Ah, yes. Intro to lesbian literature. I’m really into it, if you know what I mean” you say, throwing subtlety aside.
"Have you ever felt attracted to a girl before?" she asked taking a step closer. Her hair was combed back from her head, and tied in a ponytail, and large silver hoop earrings dangled from her earlobes. She was wearing a bright green top with spaghetti straps, and offering another nice view of her bust. Rather than a skirt, she wore tight black jeans, and boots with two inch block heels.
“All the time” I answered, your eyes never diverting from hers.
“Anyone I know?” she asked as she unlocked the door to her office, and waved you in.
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