Robin, the Crude Prude

This one just kind of poured out of me, using themes I've employed in the past. Anyway, I think it's just a one off, but it is a big one. Pretty slow burn; not too hardcore. Hope you like it!

Robin and I had been roommates for over two years, but I was still apprehensive about inviting her to an outing with our friends. Inevitably, she would get offended in some way, spoiling the mood. I swear, she is an enigma. An absolute beauty. A knockout! She has the kind of figure that even Playboy models would kill for, yet Robin absolutely hates if anyone acknowledges it. God forbid, someone cross the line and actually flirt with her. If that happens, party's over. She's going to throw a stink. Even if you aren't flirting with her, you better be careful how you look in her general direction. If she gets the wrong impression, it makes for an exhausting time of unnecessary apologies and eggshell-walking. Anyway, you probably know the type. Robin McCaffrey is very high maintenance.

Yet I also knew, if I didn't invite Robin to come with us, she'd likely get very sour with me. Damned if I do, damned if I don't, right? I decided to do the deed, and knocked on her bedroom door. "Who is it?" Robin called out.

She knew who it was. We're the only two people who live in this apartment, and we never have guests over unannounced. "It's me, David," I called back.

"Oh, okay. Come in."

I gently opened the door and made my way in. Robin was sitting on her bed, dressed in her long, plain white tee. I know she often wears it to bed, but rarely in my presence. Though it's long, nearly reaching her knees, it wraps tightly against her skin, and when she's braless, one can clearly see the unique and sultry shape of her bosom. It's almost every bit as revealing as going without clothing. She had her knees propped up, covering most of her body, when I came in. Regardless, I made a clear effort to maintain strict eye contact.

"Would you like to go to Beavers Creek this Saturday?" It's the local water park, themed after its name, and popular with the college crowd. "Nancy and Bo invited us. We're playing a few rounds of volleyball against some of the regulars."

"And what? Have everybody creep on me? Hoping to see me in a bikini?"

I ignored her spat. "Robin, they just asked if you want to go. No one mentioned anything more than that. You don't have to wear a bikini. You can-"

"Oh, right. And subject myself to everyone berating me, for not dressing like the others, huh?"

"Fine, don't go. If you're so damned concerned people will sexualize you, just don't risk it, okay? Never go out! I won't bother inviting you anywhere, and we won't have to play this stupid game." I turned around, charging out the door, slamming it behind me. I went to my room and texted Nancy that Robin wasn't coming.

I resisted the urge to leave my bedroom. I genuinely want to have a decent relationship with my roommate, but I don't think I should have to apologize. Instead, Robin may require an even more thorough tongue-lashing. I was truly sick of her shit. She needed to get it through her thick skull that she impedes her own happiness with her ridiculous, overzealous bullshit. It took some time to calm myself, but I decided to drop it and pulled out my studies. Finals were less than five weeks away.

A couple hours later, I freshened up in the bathroom and headed to bed. As usual, I stripped down to nothing, kicking my clothes to the corner. They'd be picked up in the morning, on my way to the shower, where they'd find the laundry basket. The only source of light came from the dim lamp on my night table. I crawled into bed and reached to turn it off, when there was a knock at the door. I paused for a second before answering. "Yes?"

"David, can I come in?"

I sat up, my back against the headboard and quickly arranged the sheets and blanket. Considering I was naked underneath, I didn't want to risk accidentally exposing myself to Robin. "Yeah, okay. Come in."

Robin opened the door and peeped in, "Are you decent?"

"I'm covered by the sheets. What's up?"

"Mind if I talk to you a minute? I've been, uh... well, I've been thinking about what you said."

"Oh... uh, okay." I desperately hoped this conversation wouldn't get awkward. Was Robin about to argue with me while I'm naked? Not only that, the first thing I noticed was she was still dressed in that tight t-shirt, without the bra. Exceptionally rare, as she usually puts one on when leaving her room. At minimum, she throws a robe over everything. Not tonight.

I was sitting up, but under the covers. Robin came around, standing to the right of me, a couple feet away from the bed. The light from the lamp emphasized her left side, almost making her shirt transparent in that area. Of course, my eyes shot straight to her face, though it was almost too dark to see her eyes. The light struggled to pass her bosom. "Listen, David. I, uh... I.." There was a tremble in her voice. Robin, always so confident, was out of her element.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "Did something happen?"

"No, no, I'm fine. It's about the conversation we had. I owe you an apology. I'm just not good at giving them."

"Already forgotten. I shouldn't have blown up like that, but --"

"No, you're right. I mean... well, look. You're like the most respectful guy I know, and if you're fed up with me, maybe I ought to listen." This seemed like a complete 180 from the Robin I typically know, but I kept my mouth shut, stunned by the sincerity in her tone. "I, uh... I've been taking this class... and it's kind of opened my eyes to how toxic my behavior can be."

"Robin," I said, wanting to tell her she was being too hard on herself, but I quickly changed my mind. She was right, but I didn't want to rub it in her face. I tried to encourage her, "Hey, I mean, that's actually great. I think all of us can improve ourselves, so I am glad to hear you're working on it."

"I don't want to just work on it. I really want to change. Really change. BIG change. I know I need it. I just wish it was easy." There was a long and audible sigh. "Do you mind if I sit for just a minute?"

Super weird, considering our platonic relationship, but Robin appeared to be shaking. I scooched over a few inches, offering the edge of the bed. She flipped around, sat down, and sort of gazed to the wall behind the lamp, rather than me. Now, instead of her left side, I could see her right, the light creating shadows against her curves. I was glad Robin couldn't see me peeking from this angle.

"My mother gave me her first speech about the evils of man when I was very young. It was right after my parents' divorce. My father had multiple affairs, and Mother pounded into me that men only want women for sex. They don't care for anything but our bodies, and meaningful relationships aren't possible."

"That's pretty heavy."

"Mother would get so angry if I wore a skirt, or even shorts, afraid men would look at my flesh. She said chastity and modesty are our most sacred things." I stayed quiet, allowing Robin to find her pace. Clearly, she was uncomfortable talking about this. She gently sobbed, "Once, I swam in the bayou with just my underwear. Mother caught me, and I got twenty lashes for that."

"Robin," I sighed. "Hey, that's... well, I'm sorry that happened to you. It's... uh... it's... wrong."

Robin was nodding her head fast, almost shivering. I briefly noticed how it made her breasts jiggle. I could see the side view of one bouncing under the thin shirt. Habitually, my eyes instantly went back up to her face. It didn't matter. She didn't notice. She was still staring at the wall, too embarrassed to make eye contact with me. "It's fucked up," she whispered. "I'm just now getting how fucked up it is. Like I said, I've been taking this class. Psychology. And the professor has also been seeing me outside of class. She's been very helpful."

"The professor?"

"Yes. Professor Winchell. Amanda Winchell."

"Is your professor supposed to be your therapist?"

Robin chuckled, "Hah, yeah, I don't think so. In fact, we discussed that, but things kind of fell into place organically. She noticed some behaviors of mine and approached me after class one day. I guess her childhood wasn't so different from mine. She's trying to help me through it."

I sat up a bit more. "I'm glad it's helping. What's that mean for you? Would you like to come to the water park with us?"

"Am I still invited?"

"Of course, Robin. Of course."

Robin was practically crying, but I could also make out she was smiling. "Okay, thank you, David." Finally, she turned to face me. "And I promise, I'm not going to blow up like that again, no matter what. You've always been respectful, and a good friend."

"I'm glad you think so."

"And uh... I just want to say... I'm open to advice."

"What do you mean?"

"Like, what you said, when you got mad at me. You said that I need to start respecting you and others, and I need to stop jumping to conclusions about things. So, uh... you know, if you see me reverting to old habits, don't be afraid to call me out. Maybe try not to yell so much next time, though."

I laughed with her and said, "Yeah, I think I can do that. I'm just so happy for you, Robin. I mean it. Your therapist is right. These changes will be good for you."

"I think so, too."

I tried to break the awkwardness and made an attempt at humor, but I may have jumped the gun. I said, "And hey, this therapy must be working! You never would have come into the room, wearing just your t-shirt, before tonight."

Instinctively, Robin pulled her arms and elbows to her chest to better cover herself. "Oh... uh... I mean, I'm not sure what you..." She stopped herself, took a breath and nodded, dropping her arms and trying to force a smile. "Okay, you got me. And yeah, you're right. I was always too stuffy and protective." She paused for a moment, getting serious, turning to me. "Let me ask you something. Do you think you could help me find some new clothes?"

"Really?"

"Yeah. Maybe just a few things... a bit more casual. Less conservative."

I repositioned myself on the bed frame. "Well, this is different. Sure, I would do that for you."

Robin giggled and shook her head. "You're not going to believe what the professor said to me. She said I need to 'slut it up' at home, that it will help me be more comfortable with my body. To be honest, that's why I'm not wearing my robe. It took me a while to find the courage."

"She really said that?" I asked, laughing louder. "'Slut it up'?"

"Professor Winchell was joking, of course, but she asked me to really put in the effort in changing my behaviors. She said, even if I have to force myself to try new things, I must try. The reasons why and how it will benefit me will come naturally. She kept emphasizing that last bit."

"She might be right, Robin. I hate to say it, but there's being prudish, and then there's the militant version of that. That's you." Robin let out a slight groan, but I continued, "Until now, anyway. What about when you're alone? Do you ever... I mean... get a little sensual with yourself?"

I could see immediately from Robin's expression the answer was no. An idea struck me. One I knew Robin would normally be resistant to, but frankly, I didn't know what else to offer. Robin is far too acclimated to being defensive when getting any sexual attention, but maybe this was an opportunity. After all, she opened the conversation.

I spoke, "I want you to go to your bedroom right now and put on the sexiest, or most sensual, outfit that you own -- whatever it might be -- and put it on your body." Robin was mortified I was being so stern and serious. The topic sounded ludicrous on the surface, yet I persisted. "You are not to stop until you SUCCEED at feeling sexy. I mean it. You need to break this barrier you've built for yourself, and why not do it now, while you're recognizing the good in it?"

"What do I do, after I dress this way?"

"ENJOY IT!!" I screamed, but quickly apologized for the overly excited tone, and regrouped. "You need to know, it is okay to feel sexy, Robin."

"David, it's..." Robin couldn't come back with an answer.

"I am telling you, Robin, if you become comfortable feeling sexy with yourself -- being okay with who you naturally are -- then maybe you won't be so hyper-focused on being offended by others, who might find you attractive."

***

Robin sauntered to her room and began fishing through her drawers. It was the third one down when she found an old, light blue halter top. The last time she wore it was her sophomore year of college. Even then, she never wore it in public. It was something she bought on a whim, but never had the courage to wear it in public. Now that she was at least one cup larger since she last used it, she wondered if it would fit. Her bust didn't stop fully developing until after graduation.

Robin took off her blouse and bra, and took a moment, staring into the mirror. She often avoided looking at herself naked, as if ashamed of her own body, but she had no reason to be like this. Frankly, she was well-aware she had an envious figure. Robin took a beat to clear her head of negativity, and focused on the image reflecting in the mirror. She saw a curvy, hourglass shape, with a natural, tight bum. Her nipples were dark, perfect circles, mounted high on full, teardrop-shaped breasts. Robin ran a finger along her hips, up her side and then to her breasts, feeling their firmness. She sighed. Maybe she could understand why guys might like this.

She wrestled with the halter top, squeezing it on, with just enough material to cover the naughty bits. There wasn't much material stretching over the rest of her flesh, though. On rare occasions in her life, Robin displayed cleavage, but never had it been viewable from under her breasts. This garment created an "underboob" effect, showing as much from a low angle, as the one above it. Thin straps wrapped her shoulders, but only served to push her mounds up more, so there was heaps of traditional cleavage. The top had a few buttons, but she dared not actually unsnap any of them.

She looked again at the mirror image, thinking, then hiking her skirt up a bit. If she bent over, there might be risk of a panty shot. Her bum looked good from that angle, and her exposed mid-section was a very new experience. She wasn't sure if she was looking at something 'sexy' or slutty, but she was feeling a bit frisky and was very curious to be validated. It was a new feeling, and likely one developed with the help of Professor Amanda. Robin wondered what a man would think of this outfit. Would he be turned on?

**

"Hey, David?" Robin called from her door, her voice carrying down the cornered hallway.

"Yeah?" I shouted.

Robin talked loudly, but I could hear her voice getting closer. She was making her way down the hall. "Hey, I did what you said! I... uh... well, this is crazy, but do you want to see?"

I shouted again, even louder. "Yes! Of course!"

Robin nervously cried out, "Promise you won't make fun."

"Never!" I said. "You know I won't."

"Swear?"

"I'll pay your share of the rent for the next two months if I laugh."

"You mean it?"

"Yes. On my honor! Come on, get out here!"

When Robin turned the corner, I nearly swallowed my tongue and launched directly into a coughing fit. I had expected an evening dress, maybe, or perhaps a swimsuit, but not this! Robin's tits looked as if they were about to burst through an overworked halter top, and the skirt was lifted close to her panty line. If I didn't know her better, I'd expect her to be working the corner of 5th and Main tonight.

"You don't like it, do you?"

I tried to stop coughing, nodding enthusiastically, "Yes... yes, I do... but... but... well, I mean... do you feel sexy?"

"I don't know," Robin protested, stepping forward. "I don't think I know how!"

I managed to relax, but realized I might struggle with not laughing. What Robin was wearing was so antithetical to the woman I knew, it looked unnatural. I smiled and said, "Okay, first thing's first. My opinion? If you're going to wear something like this, you need to go all-out with it."

"If I wear something like this?" Robin hesitated.

"I mean, this is the kind of thing you might wear before bed, with your boyfriend, when you roleplay."

"Roleplay?"

"It's very sexy, Robin, but in a slutty kind of way. That's what I'm trying to say."

"I was afraid of that!" Robin gasped, squinting.

I continued, "So again, I am asking you, Robin. Does it make you feel sexy?"

Robin shrugged, looking confused. "I think so. It shows off my body, right?"

"The thing is, Robin, in public, some people might think better of you, if you went stark naked, rather than wearing something like this. This gives off 'I'm a slut' vibes, which is great for the appropriate time and place."

"This isn't appropriate for a club?"

"Again, it depends on the situation. Let's try this. Pretend I am your boyfriend, and you want to dress sleazily to get my attention. Maybe take me to a rave party, or a sexy, adult-themed event. This outfit is perfectly suited for that, although you ought to unbutton at least one button on that halter top. Go even further with it." I pointed, before stepping forward and doing it for her. The material snapped away, exposing even more of Robin's top cleavage. I could see a hint of areola.

"Oh, my!" Robin jumped back, her breasts bouncing, in reaction to the sudden shift in motion. Even more of her nipples were exposed, having popped out a bit.

"It's perfectly fine," I said, my hands up in surrender. "You almost have the skirt perfect, too. Hike it up one more inch."

"But then my panties will definitely show!" Robin protested.

"Wait. You shouldn't be wearing panties with that outfit. Come on, Robin. If you want to be serious about this, take them off. Now!" My voice wasn't forceful, but encouraging, and Robin followed the instructions, yet seemed unsure in her actions. When she bent down to kick her panties off, her left nipple popped out entirely. Robin was too nervous to notice, instead focusing on the current act of lifting her skirt higher.

She spoke, "Without panties, if I go higher, it--"

"Just do it," I said. Robin nodded and lifted the material. It stretched across her ass, the bottom quarter of it clearly visible. Her tits were on display, too, whether she knew it or not. "Very nice," I said. "Now THAT will get a man hard."

"David!" Robin shouted, eyes wide. "You're embarrassing me!"

I smiled, winking. "I assure you, the same applies to me. I'm quite embarrassed seeing you this way, but wow! I can't believe you are so brave to do this."

Robin looked herself over, suddenly realizing her nipples were exposed. She adjusted the top, but it did little to change the situation. "Yeah, I don't have many things to try on, David. To feel sexy, you know. I thought this..."

"It's very nice, and now you know when it's best to wear such a thing. What's most important is you allowed this interaction to happen, without popping your lid. You used to get so angry if you thought I was staring at your tits, even a little bit."

Robin laughed. "Yeah, I know. Stupid, right?"

"I always thought you were blowing it out of proportion."

"So, you were looking?" Robin laughed.

"Oh, sometimes. Maybe. Does it bother you now, like before?"

"The professor told me I need to trust people, and to enjoy their company. She explained..." Robin seemed hesitant to speak. "Well, she said... sometimes, people might look at you that way and it's okay to allow it, if it doesn't interfere with, or define, the friendship. So long as it doesn't get awkward. A glance of admiration here and there, is not the same as devolving someone to a sex object."

"Does that mean I can look at your tits now and then?" I couldn't help but crack another lame joke. I was quite nervous, whether I showed it or not. Like, I was ready for Robin to come to her senses and revert to her old ways.

"Hah! You wish! But if you go shopping with me and help me find some nice clothes that I can wear in public, then maybe you'll get a chance to see them up close."

"Okay, fine!" I relented. I didn't want to push it, as I was so proud Robin had made it this far. "Hey, I have an idea."

"What?" asked Robin.

"How about I order pizza? It's only ten o'clock. I'll order off my app and you can accept the delivery order while wearing that." I pointed at Robin's slutty attire.

"No way!" Robin shouted.

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Starving, actually."

"You can pull the skirt back down a bit, and adjust the top, but play it up to the driver. See if you can catch his attention, and more importantly, see how you react to it. Rather than hating it, you might have a totally different response."

"Really? You know, I think I could do it."

And here we are. In one crazy night, my roommate has gone from world's greatest shrewd, to apparently an exhibitionist who craves attention. The thing is, when the driver showed up, Robin accidentally popped completely out of her top, when opening the door. However, the driver was a woman. Nevertheless, she stared in admiration at Robin, every bit as much as a man would. Robin was giddy once the transaction was over. She ran over to me with the pizza, both breasts now having escaped the confines of the halter top. Robin didn't seem to notice or care. "Oh my god! I can't believe I did that."

"Me, neither!" I laughed. Things seemed to be going so well, I felt like I could try some ideas. Push her a bit more. "Too bad it wasn't a guy, right?"

"She didn't seem to mind the view," Robin laughed, before getting somber. "Thank you, David. I never thought I could do something like that. It was... kind of fun."

I smiled, edging her to say more. "It's okay if you like it, Robin. Maybe that's why you fought against it so much in the past. Because you knew, deep down, how much you would enjoy being admired for your beauty."

Robin seemed even more unsure of herself, but replied, "No... I think I just had a different attitude. It couldn't be..."

"You could really push your boundaries right now. Put it to a test."

"What? How?"

"The main pathway of the apartment complex goes right by our living windows. People walk past them all the time. I could open the curtains enough, and let you sit on the sofa... stark naked."

"Naked!" Robin shouted.

"Yeah, why not? I mean, I'll go outside and call you -- you put me on speakerphone. I'll let you know if, and when, some guy stops and looks through the window."

"Are you serious right now?"

"Why not? What's the harm? You could learn two things. One, if your body attracts the attention of others, and two, if you enjoy it. Just the idea of it used to drive you mad with anger, but now you'll be able to get a fresh, clear analysis of it."

"Oh, my god. I can't believe you're talking me into this." Robin was blushing.

"It's late, so there won't be a lot of foot traffic, but there's always someone coming and going, every now and then." As I talked, I opened the curtain about a third of the way. If someone happened to glance into the window while walking though the complex, they would see a narrow, but clear view, of most of the couch. "There's a shawl there," I pointed to where it had been draped over the back of the couch. "You can use it if you feel the need. Just stay on this side of the couch, if you want to be seen from the window."

Robin was looking very nervous, practically shaking. "Um... I'll just wait until you leave to get ready."

"Oh, right," I said. "But I should take a quick peek from outside, to make sure everything looks good. Maybe wait to strip off, until after I do that." I was playing the consummate professional, but I would have preferred Robin to get naked in front of me. I couldn't wait to see her body.

"Thank you," Robin said, as I headed out the door. I immediately called her phone. She put me on the speaker setting.

"Just keep the phone on the couch near you." I said. "I have you on my Bluetooth. I can whisper, and you should still hear me loud and clear."

"It sounds good now," Robin said. "Can you see me?" Robin was still dressed in her slutty attire, practically falling out of all of it, but she wasn't yet naked.

"Yeah, I just walked past and easily noticed you. If I were a stranger, I would have stopped. Whenever you're ready... again, just stay on that one side of the couch."

"Where are you going to be?"

"The bench, on the other side of the courtyard. I can see people walk by our apartment from there."

"Good idea," Robin said. "Well, here goes." I immediately ran back toward the living room windows and looked inside. True to her word, Robin was taking everything off. I couldn't believe my eyes. I also felt a tinge of guilt, having given her the impression I wouldn't take advantage of the situation. I disengaged, making my way to the bench as promised. "Are you sitting at the bench? Can you see everything clearly?" she asked.

"Yes, ma'am," I said. She could probably sense me smiling through the phone. Seeing Robin fully naked for the first time sent me reeling. I hope she would show me more, up close. "I don't see anyone coming yet. If you want, there's some magazines near the coffee table. You can pretend to read one, while waiting there."

"These are all fitness magazines," Robin squeaked back.

"Yeah. Trashy reading, I know. Hey, I see headlights coming in. Someone's parking. They will likely walk by, unless they live in the first building."

"Oh, dear god," I heard Robin say. "Tell me when you see who it is!"

A moment later, a young couple emerged, just about to turn the corner. "It's some guy," I whispered, leaving out the woman. I didn't want to give Robin an excuse to chicken out.

The couple were just passing by our apartment, when the woman jerked to a stop and pinched her partner, pointing at the window. His eyes followed her finger, and he jumped in surprise when he caught sight of what was inside. They both appeared giddy and laughing, and both paused to look around, ensuring they weren't being watched, then directing their attention back to the window. The woman pulled out her phone. "What's happening out there?" Robin asked. "I can't see anything but the window's reflection."

"Oh, he saw you, Robin. Definitely sees you right now, actually. He's hopping up and down, excited. He also keeps looking around to make sure no one sees him, which is funny." I was telling half-truths, leaving out the woman in the story. "Hey... just in case he snaps a photo with his phone, keep your head down, so you can't be identified. Don't look toward the window."

"Do you think he would do that? Take pictures?" Robin asked, her voice slightly echoing through her speakerphone to my earpiece.

I continued watching the couple and said, "He definitely likes what he sees, whatever you're doing."

"I'm not doing anything. I'm keeping my head turned away so he can't see me talking to you, but otherwise I am just lying on the couch naked."

"It's enough to get this man excited," I laughed. The couple might have heard me. They quickly turned, looking frantically around. Soon, they dispersed, still laughing about their little bit of voyeuristic fortune.

"Okay, they're gone," I said.

"They're?"

"I mean, he. He's gone." It sounded unconvincing, but Robin didn't question it further. "Hey, I see another car pulling in. You want to do it again?"

There was a short pause, but then she answered, "Okay. I think I'm ready this time. Tell me when he comes around."

"Roger that," I whispered, waiting. Through the shrubs and building, I could see that someone had parked, but no one had come out yet. They were either taking their time, or they lived in the first building.

"Do you see him yet?" Robin asked.

"Hold on a second," I whispered. I couldn't help myself. I'd seen a glimpse of her once, but had to see more. This was a perfect opportunity. "He's coming around now, and should be passing the window in eight or ten seconds." I shot off the bench, running as fast and silently as possible across the courtyard. A quick hop over a small, fenced, garden area had me at the window just in time. "Oh yeah," I said. "He's stopping."

"This is so crazy!" Robin said.

From outside, I saw Robin moving on the couch. She was sprawled out completely naked, no shawl in sight, with a magazine in hand. It was held high, covering her face. As she was spread out facing the window, I could see everything. Her curvy hips, voluptuous breasts and firm legs. I knew Robin was pretty, but naked, she is a bombshell. I wondered if she had any idea.

"He won't stop staring in the window," I said, speaking in third person, but she didn't know it. "What are you doing?" I asked.

I noticed some jerky movement while Robin talked behind the magazine. "I'm just lying here, exposed, pretending to read a magazine!"

She wasn't lying about that. She was very exposed. "You definitely have his attention. Squeeze a breast or something. I wanna see what he does."

I could hear a muffled scream through the window, and one much louder in my earpiece. "My breasts?! I can't do that."

"Why not?" I asked.

Robin was squirming a lot, and her right hand was already moving up to a breast. She gave it a squeeze and then pulled on the nipple. "I don't know. It's not right! Is he still looking?"

"He's looking, alright," I whispered. I took a quick glance around the area, not wanting to be caught playing Peeping Tom at my own place. "Come on. Give the man a show," I pushed. Robin squeezed even harder, and then moved her hand to the other breast. Her left hand still held the magazine to her face, ensuring she couldn't be identified. I struggled with the idea of taking video footage.

"Do you really think I should touch my breasts?" Robin asked, as if she wasn't already doing it.

"Of course. Touch yourself a bit."

Robin's hand jumped to her crotch and I heard a soft moan. "That's way too far," I heard her say through the speakerphone. "I couldn't do that." Yet here I was, watching her hand find her clitoris and taking it to task, as if she'd never had any qualms about it before. It was clear she had some pent-up frustration. Just then, I heard two voices approaching. Like a laser, I shot to the door and rushed into the apartment. I was barely thinking, just trying to protect Robin. She screamed, jumping off the couch, the moment I raced into the living room. I ran to the curtain, closing it just as the two men passed by the window. "What are you doing?" Robin shouted.

"Oh, I... uh..." I turned, seeing Robin trying desperately to pull out the shawl, which was wedged behind the couch and the wall.

"I am so sorry!" I shouted back. "But two more guys showed up, and I thought things might get out of hand."

"What did you see?" Robin cried, while yanking the cloth free. She faced me, barely covering the important bits, still not yet wrapped in the shawl. Before I had a chance to answer, Robin noticed the hard bulge in my pants and screamed again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" I screamed. "Yes, it was me. I couldn't help it. I was watching you. But then those guys arrived, and I didn't want you to--"

"David! I trusted you!"

"Aw, come on, Robin. You have NEVER been like this before," I waved up and down at her. "Please understand my point of view. You're like the hottest girl I've ever known. Of course, I had to see. Please don't take offense."

"But I should be offended!" she insisted. "Were you the only one looking, the whole time?"

"No," I said. "The first 'guy' that walked by... well, it was actually a couple. A man and a woman. I didn't want you chickening out, so I only mentioned the man."

"That's why you said 'they.'"

"Yeah, but they enjoyed the show. How did you feel about it?" Thankfully, the conversation was drifting away from the points that angered Robin. Or so I hoped.

"I'm not sure. It was kind of fun... until you barged in. I was not expecting that!"

"Please don't be mad. It was a lapse in moral judgment, and I hope you forgive me."

"You saw everything?"

"Everything," I nodded.

With the shawl barely covering her, Robin shoveled off to her room. "I'll see you tomorrow," she said. I felt like such a heel for crossing boundaries. Most importantly, I hoped I hadn't set things back for Robin.

**

I was anxious as hell when I got home from work. I knew Robin would likely be there, but we had yet to discuss anything since last night. Was she still going to go to Beavers Creek this Saturday? Does she hate me? I had so many questions, yet I was afraid to talk to her.

"Oh, you're earlier than expected," Robin said, when I walked in. Her tone sounded normal and she was dressed in her usual attire. Conservative. Boring.

"Yeah, I had just a short shift after classes," I said, dropping my things on the table. "Robin, look, I owe you an apology."

She held up her hand. "Yeah, you probably do, but since you're home early, why don't we forget about all that, and go shopping right now? I need to find a bathing suit for this weekend, and you promised you would help with the other stuff."

"Oh? You still want to go to Beavers Creek?"

"Yes, I do. If you're okay with it."

"Of course, I am. I just thought you might be angry with me."

"Angry?"

"Upset, maybe. Considering last ni--"

"Look, forget about it. Let's go shopping and grab dinner."

I was ecstatic that Robin was giving me a second chance. Even more ecstatic, when we went shopping for swimwear on the very first stop. Robin didn't pick some plain, one-piece. Instead, she tried on several bikinis, and a couple of interesting items that had stylish fits to them. Ultimately, she landed on a swimsuit that reminded me of that scene in Crocodile Dundee, the way the thong rode up that actress' ass. Robin has a similar derriere, but that's where the similarities end. Robin's a brunette with much bigger tits. "Is this okay?" she asked.

I nodded, "Absolutely." It may have been a bit dated in style, but it looked great on her. Timeless.

"Good. Now you can help me find some dresses and casual wear?"

Robin was on a mission. We paid for the swimsuit and headed straight to a place called 'Abi's Fashion' which was like a Macy's but with sleeker, sexier apparel. It was no trouble at all finding dresses. They had classic, black and backless, to tight-fitting gowns and thin-strapped sundresses. "You think this is sexy?" she asked, donning a pink, red and black number that showed a healthy amount of cleavage.

"Oh, yes, I do. That would look great on a date."

Robin curled her lip a bit, looking unenthused, "But I need clothes for every day, too. Hey, I saw something on the way in. Let me show you." Robin darted off around the corner and I waited several minutes. She came back wearing a white, mesh top, and a black skirt that stopped maybe two inches below her ass. "Don't you love this top?"

"Robin, I can practically see through it!" I whispered earnestly.

"Can you?" she asked, looking down at her chest. "I guess, in good lighting you can. Is that too much?"

I shrugged. "Again, in the right circumstances..."

"Well, there's a couple other things I wanted to try on. Can you come to the dressing area? I'll bring them there."

Robin soon came out with a corset-styled number, which shoved her tits practically to her chin. The skin-tight leather pants, that she paired with it, felt a little over-the-top to me. Robin seemed disappointed because I didn't love it. I did love it, but it would be inappropriate in most public situations.

"Robin, that's not even a top," I insisted, when she came out of the dressing room again, this time wearing something that looked like a bra, but only half a cup. Her nipples were clearly visible.

"I think you're supposed to wear pasties with this," Robin said.

"I don't think that's supposed to be outerwear."

"Oh, okay," said Robin, tracing her way back to the changing room. A moment later, she came out wearing a halter top, not unlike the one she wore last night. This one was better fitting. "Do you think this works on me?"

"We've established that style works on you, Robin," I sighed, "but I thought you were going to try to find--"

"Oh my goodness, look at that!" Robin pointed. We were clearly in the lingerie department, but I think Robin saw no distinction. She rushed over to a rack and pulled down a red and white piece. It took me a moment to realize it was a 'sexy nurse' outfit. Robin was in and out of the changing room again in no time. "This would be fun to wear out, right?" she asked, hopping up and down on her toes.

"Jesus, Robin, there's sexy clothing, and then there's--"

"What? You don't like it?"

I glanced the area before answering, "Robin, if anything, it just seems so... different. Let me just ask you, do you WANT to show off your body?"

Robin pondered a moment before answering. "You put it so bluntly, but yes, I think I do."

"Then we want to find clothes that show maybe some cleavage, midriff and leg, but you don't have to show everything. Being sexy isn't about displaying all your flesh, but wearing something with confidence. Leave something to the imagination." I'm not entirely sure I was making sense to her.

"I AM trying to feel confident, David." said Robin. "You're not helping, though!"

For a brief moment, I wondered if I blew it again. Just when I think Robin is warming up to me, I cross a line. No doubt, she still has sensitivity issues, even if she is working on it. An idea struck me and I really hoped this wouldn't bury the relationship. "Can I speak candidly?"

She huffed, "Haven't you been doing that already?"

"You are insanely attractive, Robin. I want you to dress sexy. To feel sexy. And to be happy about it. But I don't want people thinking poorly of you, while you try to find yourself. I understand this is all very new, so I have an idea, because I think it is very important for you to show off your body, and feel confident about it."

"What idea?"

"There's a nudist resort about an hour from here. I pass it all the time when I drive home for the holidays. What if we went there and you could really express yourself?"

"You think I want people to see me naked?"

"Yes, I do. I think you might enjoy it quite a bit, actually." Robin blushed, as if she was being forced to admit something shameful about herself. "I think the experience might do you good. You could get all this out of your system."

"Have you been to it before?"

"No, but I know about it. Everyone who grew up in the area knows about it. Couples are allowed to purchase day-passes, and rent cabins. I think they also allow single women to do the same, but not single men."

"Why's that?"

"If I had to guess, to keep it from becoming a sausage fest. Or just to keep perverts away."

Robin burst out laughing and shook her head. "No, I don't think so, David. Dressing sexy is one thing. Even flashing a neighbor through the window. But straight up naked? In front of God and everyone? Strangers?"

"The thing is, Robin, you could try it, and leave if you don't like it. Personally, I think you should try it. Go alone, if you are uncomfortable with me there, but it's worth trying out. Gives you confidence, maybe some perspective."

"Perspective?"

"Bring it up with your therapist," I encouraged her. I think Robin has an exhibitionist streak, and needed to experience it in appropriate places. I'm all for people exploring their sexuality, so long as it doesn't hurt others.

Robin reflected on my words before speaking, and there was a nervousness in her tone. "Um... what if we ditched work and went tomorrow?"

I had loads of personal days saved up, and management is pretty cool about people using them, so this wasn't inconvenient for me. "Are you sure you can sacrifice a day of work?" I asked. I had no idea what her finances were like.

"I actually already have a half day off tomorrow. I'll just call in and change it. They're cool."

"If you say so." Already, I was beginning to wonder if I was going to have a problem at the beach with her. Knowing I'd see everything already had me rising.

**

Robin knocked on the door to my shower the next morning. I yelled that I would be out soon and expected her to wait inside the living room, not come barging into the bathroom. "Hey, you about ready?"

"Jesus, Robin! You scared me. I... uh, yes. Wait outside. I'll be done in five minutes."

"Okay, okay. It's just... I think it's best if we get there early, before it's busy. You know, for me to figure it out. So, yeah.... hurry up!"

Fifteen minutes later, we were on the road and Robin's anxiety was reaching a fever-pitch. "David, I don't know if I can do this. I called Dr. Winchell last night, hoping she would talk me out of it, to tell me that I was taking things too far."

"Really? You told your therapist?"

Robin nodded. "She said it was a novel idea, and she told me to tell you, 'thanks for helping.'"

I chuckled, surprised by this revelation. "Your therapist seems novel herself. Actually, I'm really glad she spotted your repressed behaviors. I'm just... well, I admit, Robin, I am surprised by how much your attitude has changed. Whether this trip helps or not, it's clear you have made great progress, in little time."

"Thank you," Robin blushed. She sighed, before continuing, "I guess you're going to see me naked again."

"Oh, Robin. I am sorry I abused your trust. I shouldn't ha--"

"It's okay, David. I understand. I was just... I just wasn't prepared, I guess. But this time..." Robin looked to me. "It's fine." She then cracked a smile. "Besides, won't you be naked, too?"

"The thought had occurred to me," I said. "I've been trying to mentally prepare for it. You might be more willing than me, to tell the truth."

"I bet you look good, without those baggy clothes you wear," said Robin.

"Baggy? You think I wear baggy clothes?"

Robin rolled her eyes, laughing. "Seriously, I can't believe I'm doing this."

Getting through the welcome center was rather easy. The naked lady behind the counter photocopied our licenses, and charged us a modest fee for the day-pass. She was happy to tell us all about the resort's amenities. I found it a bit awkward how Robin and I were dressed, while this middle-aged, naked woman, happily yapped about the wonderful features of the area. We had two assigned lockers, and as we made our way to them, I said to Robin, "Well? Now or never? Backing out? Going all in?"

"We'll put everything in our lockers and take a stroll. When we circle back, I'll have made up my mind whether to stay or not." We rounded a corner to the gender-neutral locker room, when suddenly Robin cried out, "Professor Winchell!"

A beautiful and fit thirty-something woman looked up from the bench. She had just closed her locker and was holding a towel, wearing nothing at all. "Hello, Robin!" Amanda said. "I thought I'd come join you, as a show of support."

Robin rushed forward to her mentor, giving her a quick hug. "I can't believe you did that for me!"

"You're coming out of your shell, Robin. I'm so proud of you. And hey, this sounds fun, too. I didn't have any classes or appointments scheduled today, so after you called and told me your plans, I thought, 'Why not?'. I had to come."

I never placed an image in my mind of Robin's professor. Had I done so, I never would have expected her to be this attractive. She certainly had the look of a professor, someone who seems like she's got a good head on her shoulders. Her body, however, was that perfect kind of girl-next-door cute. No one feature particularly stood out, but when it all came together as the whole package, it was a blessing.

"Is this your roommate, David?" The professor asked, approaching me, her hand extended. I gently shook it, introducing myself. "Robin told me how much you've helped her with this."

"Uh, yes, ma'am," I said nervously. I already felt a chubby coming on. In a moment, Robin would be naked, too. I feel like the gods are challenging me, because this would going to make things difficult for me.

Professor Winchell smiled and said, "I want to personally thank you, David. You have played a vital role in Robin's personal journey and growth." She turned to Robin. "I think it's fantastic. So? Would you two like to join me in the meadows, for some mid-morning sunbathing? Or should I leave you two alone? We could meet up for lunch, if you two prefer some time alone."

Robin laughed, jumping forward, touching the professor on her arm. "Oh, we'd love to join you! I'm so happy you came. I'm sure David doesn't mind. Right?"

I looked to the two of them, Amanda stark naked, and Robin only a few minutes from being in the same condition. I might embarrass myself with random erections, but most mean could only dream of being in this scenario. "Of course, we'll hang out with you. I'd like to get to know the person who got through to Robin!" I cracked. "I mean, you may think I had a lot to do with her growth, but you deserve that recognition more than me." As for 'personal growth' I am sure I would be experiencing some of that very soon, too.

"I'll be outside waiting on you," Amanda said to both of us, stepping out the side door, allowing Robin and I to change.

Unchange? The point is, we got to our lockers and both undressed. Knowing I was coming here today, I'd primped up, shaving some body hair last night. I'm not embarrassed of my size, but shaving things clean down there does make the package look a bit bigger. Not that I needed to worry about that at all, because I was already having too much blood pumping through it. It was halfway chubbed up, just thinking about what I was going to be exposed to.

"Oh, wow, David. That workout routine has been doing you some good. I just thought you were kind of half-assing it."

I laughed. "That's accurate most of the time, but some exercise is better than none." A couple years back, I started doing HIIT workouts. Exceptionally intense, but for short bursts, and the total workout is just 18 minutes. I lost a lot of body fat, and even got some muscle definition. I'm no Adonis, but I'm the best I've ever looked. It's probably one of the reasons I was willing to brave this experience.

Robin slipped out of her clothes, tossing them in her locker, picking up her towel. She slammed the locker shut, turning back to me. "You don't mind my professor being here, do you?"

"No, no. Of course not. It was a surprise, though." I noticed Robin kind of stared toward my genitals while I spoke, but I didn't mention it. Still, it was strange, considering two weeks ago, if I were to have stared at her chest for a moment, all hell would have broken loose.

"I guess I told her a lot about you," Robin said. "I swear, nothing embarrassing, though!"

"Hah! Thanks for that," I said. I grabbed my towel and headed toward the door with Robin.

"You know, with both of you here, I think I can do this," she said. "I can't believe I'm really doing this." She looked to her own naked body, then back to me, before pushing the door open.

"I think you're getting comfortable in your own skin, Robin. It's great!" I hoped this public nudity experience might help quell her thirst for exhibitionism, too. In such a short time, Robin's really pushed boundaries. Even my own.

Once outside, we met up with Amanda, who had been scanning the surroundings. She pointed west. "I think there's like an open meadow and a pond over there." She pointed the other direction. "The lake is that way. There's fishing and canoeing, probably more places for picnicking and hanging out."

"I was going to ask what exactly does one do at a nudist resort," I said.

Amanda snickered. "I think just 'be naked' is the answer. From what I gather, it's a lot of campers and RV types." She looked to Robin. "So... first time naked in public?" she asked.

Robin blushed. "Uh, kind of. Yes."

The professor assured her student. "Well, I certainly don't mind, and from the looks of things, neither does David. Shall we go find a place to lay out? Somewhere secluded, or with more activity? The swimming pool?"

I answered before Robin, "Um, I think I would prefer secluded. This, uh... experience... is new to me, too."

I was very fearful of getting boners around these two women, and while I might be able to withstand the humiliation of it, I didn't want it happening when strangers were around. I just felt awkward about the risk. The professor tapped me on the shoulder and smiled. "Okay, big man. Have it your way. Let's go over there. I think there's some sunning we can do beyond those bushes, and it doesn't look like an active area."

A few minutes later, we each were laying face up on beach towels, with me in between the two beauties. Heaven sent me a gift, yet I feared to focus on it, because I didn't want to come off like a creep. I kept my eyes off the two women as much as possible, holding my cock at bay. It was still half hard, but at least it wasn't full mast. I was really hoping I'd be able to keep it that way for most of the day, but the professor had something else in mind. She pitched up on her elbows, looking over me, to speak to Robin. "Have you ever stroked David off?" She asked, as if it was the most innocent question ever.

Robin coughed, gagging and laughing at the same time. "No, no, Miss Amanda. We don't have that kind of relationship!"

"I know you've always been very shy, Robin, at least until recently, but you two have known each other so long. I thought maybe you played every now and then."

I was caught off guard by the professor's sudden and candid intrusion into the possible sex lives of her student, but I wasn't reacting in a negative way. My cock was already rising and I had to inject myself in this conversation. "You mean, like sex buddies, or something? Uh... no, it's never come up."

The professor shrugged her shoulders and sighed. "It's too bad, Robin. David has a nice penis. Stroking it for him might give you more confidence in other things. You may gain a closer understanding of how sex isn't a bad, or dirty thing." The professor said these words with such pragmatism, like sex acts were everyday common things for roommates to do together.

I was trying to figure out a way to respond to Dr. Winchell's words, when suddenly, she turned on her side and grabbed my cock with her left hand. It instantly sprang to life, immediately complying to her touch. She gave it a firmer squeeze as it stiffened harder. "See, Robin? Why don't you try taking it in your hands like this? You don't mind, do you, David?"

I desperately sought Robin's approval, but I couldn't tell by her facial expressions what she was thinking. She looked lost in her head. I turned back to the professor who was stroking my cock firmly, up and down, while she looked me in the eyes. "Lay back, David," she said, "Let me help Robin advance her social skills."

Amanda sat up more, waving with her other hand for Robin to join her. I laid back down completely on the towel, my cock rising high in the air to Amanda's grip. Somehow blood pumped even faster through it, making it ever stiffer, as Robin cautiously reached out to touch it, too. Amanda guided Robin's hand to the top half of my shaft, helping her find her grip and her motion. Then the professor took the bottom of my shaft, just above my balls, and stroked in rhythm with her student.

I was no longer trying to avoid looking at the ladies. I watched in awe, with one on each side of me, naked, stroking. Amanda started moaning, investing into the act by touching herself with her free hand. She then leaned into me, whispering into my ear, but loud enough for Robin to hear. "David, would you like to cum in my mouth? I know we just met, but I'd be willing to do that for you, considering how much you've done for Robin."

I moaned as the image of cumming in this very unorthodox professor's mouth entered my mind. I felt the two girls pick up the pace, almost autonomously, as they continued jerking. The professor looked to Robin, who had been staring at her own actions for some time, almost mesmerized by the act of stroking me. "Robin, would you be okay with David cumming in my mouth? Or would you rather have the pleasure?"

Robin squinched her nose, and slightly loosened her grip on my cock. "Pleasure?" she asked, "Doesn't it taste... funny? I heard it tastes bad."

Amanda laughed. "Yes, it's pleasure, because you are pleasuring the man. Robin, a man's seed is nothing to fear. You may think It tastes bad, but even so, it isn't poison. It's the accumulation of the act. The pinnacle! But if you prefer to keep things simple... vanilla... we can do that."

Robin pleaded to me, her brows curling, looking confused. She tightened her grip again, and began stroking even faster. "I've never tasted it before."

I cried out, "Oh my god, if you both keep talking about it, I'm going to blow right now. I'm not going to last long!" I watched Robin as she stared at my cock, moaning, trying to decide if she should fulfill the professor's request. It was taking all my energy and effort to hold back from cumming, but I kept at it.

Robin moved, bringing her face closer to my cock, but then she slightly recoiled, rethinking the act. The whole time, however, she never stopped stroking. Her rhythm and pace were undeterred. "Could we... could we share?" Robin asked Amanda. "Maybe you could help me."

The professor kept her one hand on the base of my cock while Robin did most of the stroking, but now she hopped up on her knees, smiling wide. "Yes, Robin. I'd love to share with you!"

That did it. I cried out again, almost a scream, as the first rope of cum rocketed out of my cock, flying high in the air. Both the girls screamed, but Amanda reacted fast, grabbing the back of Robin's head with her free hand, and bringing their faces both to my cock. I was holding the second eruption at bay, as best I could, when Amanda said, "Open wide, Robin. Take him in." The dirty talk set me off again, and I blasted the second rope fully into Robin's mouth. She gagged, tears slightly forming, but she didn't stop pumping, even when Amanda pushed her off to take her place. Several more streams of pleasure pulsed through me, which Amanda gleefully took down. She was furiously rubbing herself, moaning deeply, and I wondered if she came, too.

Amanda was fully laughing, when she finally pulled away, and Robin was staring at her in disbelief. "You just swallowed all of that?" Robin asked. I found it erotic that somehow, after all that, Robin still managed to hold on to my cock the whole time. It was in her hand, glistening wet, while she spoke.

"You didn't do so bad yourself, Robin," Amanda retorted. "So... how was it?"

Amanda tried to respond. She gently squeezed my cock while contemplating her answer. "I... I, uh... I think--"

"No, Robin," said Amanda. "Just explain your feelings. You seemed comfortable stroking off your friend. Let's start with that. Did you enjoy that?"

Amanda breathed in, looking to me, then back to Robin. "Yes. Yes, I did. That was... fun."

"Here's the secret to understanding your sexuality, Robin. You can do slutty things, but that doesn't make you a slut. You just committed an act that you could have done for very selfish reasons, and that's perfectly okay."

I perched up on my elbows and butted in, "That didn't feel very selfish to me. Felt pretty amazing, actually."

"Hush up, David," barked the professor. "We know you enjoyed it. I'm simply making the point that I think it's healthy that Robin come to terms with the fact that she can enjoy it, too. Her sexual curiosities and habits don't define her. Instead, she defines them. You see, a healthy-minded woman can have an enjoyable sex life, even if they aren't in a committed relationship. We can be just as vain as men, or rather, honest. It's okay for us to get our sexual game on. Do you agree, Robin?"

Robin nodded, answering faster this time. "I think I know what you're saying," she said.

The professor slapped me on my chest, and pointed at me. "You know what I think you should do, Robin."

"What? What should I do?"

"If David will agree to it, I think you should take the next few weeks, and use him as your personal sex toy. You currently have little sexual experience. I think it would do wonders for building confidence with who you are, sexually."

"Use him... you mean... just like..."

"Whenever you want. David's a man. He'll be able to comply. Won't you, David? But Robin, you do what YOU want to do. You control every situation, until you reach a point where you don't need to." The professor turned to me. "Is that okay with you, David? Will you let Robin use your body for the next few weeks?"

I perched even further up. "Are you serious?"

"I think it would be great exercise for Robin."

My cock was still hard as steel in Robin's hands. She furrowed her brows, looking to it, wiggling her hips. She began to speak, but couldn't get words out. Amanda spoke for her, "Would you like to feel it inside you, Robin?" Instantly, my cock stiffened even more. I found it amazing that it responded so well, considering I had just climaxed.

Robin started nodding fast and eyed me again. "Can I? Can I get on it?" she asked.

I mimicked her nod, perhaps even faster, and seconds later, Professor Amanda Winchell was helping Robin mount my cock. "Straddle him just like this," she said, while adjusting Robin's hips. I noticed how Amanda seemed to unnecessarily press her oiled-up body against Robin's. She was teasing me. As I entered Robin, I think I got a glimpse of heaven. I moaned in pleasure from the sudden, satisfying feeling. Robin did the same, moaning, just before grinding on me. "That's right," said Amanda. "Use him. Use that cock."

Robin moaned even louder, closing her eyes, her head pointed to the sky. I've gotten to see quite a bit of Robin lately, but straddled above me, completely naked, was as erotic a scene as one can be in. "I don't know how this is possible," I said, "but I'm not going to last long."

"That's okay, David," said Amanda, moving a hand under Robin, so she could rub my balls. "Robin will use you however she pleases, when she pleases. You can cum as much as you like."

"Goddamnit, your filthy mouth is getting me off," I moaned.

"I'm not being filthy," Amanda said, taking her free hand to tweak one of her nipples, while she grasped my balls with her other. "Just pragmatic. Consider this an honor, to be used this way."

"Oh, I do," I whispered, "I do."

"What the hell?" a voice called out. I quickly turned my head to see a middle-aged, naked man coming off the path, into our secluded area. "Holy shit!" he yelled, stepping closer. "It's against the rules to be doing that in public!"

Robin jerked her head to the man when he called out, and as he watched her, I could see signs of embarrassment and arousal. She bit down on her lip as she lamely tried to cover her breasts with one arm. At no point, did she stop grinding me cock. In fact, she started taking it in deeper with each thrust.

The man stepped a few feet closer still. "Well, I never..." he sighed. He scanned the area to see if there were any others around, before addressing Robin. "Look, I'm supposed to kick people out who do this kind of thing, but I don't think I have ever seen someone who needed it so badly. Girl, I can tell you need it in a bad way. You go ahead and finish your business, honey. Just make it quick, okay?"

Robin was moaning even louder, grinding faster. She seemed to derive great pleasure from the stranger watching. Not to mention, her professor. In seconds, I felt her vaginal walls tighten, as Robin screamed out in orgasmic bliss. "I'm right there with you!" I screamed. "Get off, get off!"

Robin was quivering, but with Amanda's help, scrambled off my cock. She managed to get her mouth over it just in time. Unlike the first time, this time Robin didn't hesitate. She made orgasmic sounds, as much as I did, as she took in my seed. Once she was finished, the man stepped up to Robin and tapped her on her shoulder. "Ma'am, that was fantastic. But, please, no more of this from here on out. From any of you!" He scolded all of us. "I'm just glad you didn't make a mess." He finally strolled away.

When he was out of earshot, Amanda and Robin burst out in laughter. I was still a bit stunned by the suddenness of it all. "Can you believe that just happened?" Amanda gasped.

"That was awesome!" said the professor. "I am so proud of you! I can't wait to see how you progress, while you work with David."

I rubbed my forehead and spoke, "There you go again, Dr. Winchell. Talking about me as if I'm a tool, and not a friend."

Amanda scoffed, eyes rolling. "David, perhaps we should just agree that you have a very fine tool, and Robin needs it. She needs this therapy for her own good. You don't have to help, but you can. Now are you, or aren't you, willing?"

I moaned, but this time out of frustration, not pleasure. "Doctor Winchell, of course I'm willing. But when this is all over, can I at least take her out on a proper date?"

The girls laughed again, but didn't even address my request. Perhaps they didn't think I was serious. We took a few minutes to freshen up, when Robin suggested we go to the pool. The girls figured there would be more people in that area.

I'm not entirely sure what Dr. Winchell's intentions are with Robin, but it seemed to me the professor had a strong influence over her, perhaps even a little controlling. Was she actually trying to turn Robin into a slut? It seemed like she was convincing Robin that overtly sexual behavior is completely normal. I'm sure, if I come to discover the professor has nefarious intentions, I will eventually inform Robin. Until then, I guess I'll just have to ride this out, before I can make a proper assessment. Wherever it ended, it looked to be a fun ride.