Sandenhal Academy Ch. 01

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My first day at the school I never should have been allowed at is finally here. I walk around the Sandenhal campus trying to see it for what it claims to be: A highly prestigious and sought after two-year educational institution empowering young women aged 18 years and older to be fully prepared for the trials of college. My belongings have all been sent on to my new room as I head into the administration building looking for the headmistress's office. The hallway is lined with portraits of former headmistresses and distinguished alumni--all female. At the end of the hall the door labeled 'Dr. Shelley Edelson, Headmistress' looms large. The few students I pass stare at me with open mouths, for obvious reasons.

I knock and enter Dr. Edelson's office. A stern-looking but attractive woman in her early 50s, Dr. Edelson looks up from her papers and gives me a cautious smile. "Please come in Mr. Thompson." I don't have to ask how she knows my name. I take one of the plush chairs in front of her two-pedestal desk and try to look relaxed yet respectful.

"Welcome to Sandenhal Academy, Michael," she begins. "It's exciting to have you here with us as our first-ever male student. Mrs. Lentworth, one of our esteemed trustees, speaks very highly of you and your family." She hands me a folder. "Your room assignment and class schedule are included there, and your room key is in the pocket. Several AP classes in which I hope you will excel, based on your previous academic record, and some interesting electives we think you'll enjoy. I know you were a star water polo player at your previous institution," to which my face darkens slightly though the headmistress doesn't see it. "We're working to find an equivalent activity here," she continues. "Any other questions for me before I show you to your housing?" I shake my head with a "No, ma'am."

We leave her office together. At 6'1" I tower over the headmistress but walk ever so slightly behind her to display deference. We leave the administrative building and make our way through the quad. Several young women in the requisite Sandenhal uniform of white blouse and demure dark skirt smile at me, and I give a brief smile back. I take in the atmosphere around me as Dr. Edelson gives me the background on the history of the grounds and the school itself. I hear nothing she says though I do offer the obligatory 'that's amazing' and 'it's beautiful' as we walk along.

We approach another building that has a pair of young women leaving. They hold the door for us with a polite "Good afternoon, Dr. Edelson." The headmistress says "Good afternoon, girls." It strikes me as humorous that she refers to these young women--all of whom are at least 18, by school requirement--as 'girls.' One of the 'girls' gives me the full lookover and pushes her chest out to catch my attention once Dr. Edelson has passed. The corners of my mouth twitch in approval and the girl looks satisfied.

"This is East Hall," the headmistress explains as we take to the stairs. "You'll be on the third floor in Room 302. Understandably your space is slightly isolated from the other rooms on the floor. You have an en suite bathroom entirely for you. The girls on your floor are jealous," she finishes with a brief smile, and I chuckle appreciatively.

But then she stops us at the landing in between the second and third floors, turning to face me head on. "Michael, I cannot reiterate strongly enough that while your arrival here may lead to a bright new chapter for Sandenhal, your time here will unavoidably be viewed under a microscope. The plan for this experiment has been years in the making, and the trustees were only waiting for the right male candidate to become available. I hope you prove yourself to have been that right candidate. Behavior that besmirches the good name of Sandenhal, or the girls entrusted to our care," at which point her voice is ice cold and direct, "will not be tolerated. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal clear, ma'am," I say, respectfully. "I just appreciate you giving me a chance." She nods at my response, and we continue to ascend.

We get to the third floor and make a right, the hall opening onto a spacious living room with several chairs and sofas as well as a large flat screen on the wall. A small kitchen sits adjacent with a pass-through between the two spaces. A group of giggling ladies lounge about the space, though it goes quiet as the headmistress and I enter. "Girls, please allow me to introduce Michael Thompson, our newest student. I expect you to make Michael feel welcome in the style of true Sandenhal hospitality." The girls all nod. One licks her lips while the headmistress isn't looking.

Dr. Edelson turns to me. "I'm glad to have you here, Michael," she says. "I will be keeping a close eye on you, and I expect you to exceed all my expectations." Whether meant as a compliment or a threat--or, more likely, both--I take it in good humor and say "It was nice meeting you, ma'am." The headmistress nods to me, then the girls, and then leaves.

Once we can no longer hear the clicking of her heels, all heads turn to me, a mix of curiosity and appraisal in their looks. One particularly bold blonde steps forward, putting her hand on my arm. "Welcome to Sandenhal, Michael. I'm Phoebe. I do hope you're happy here. I was very excited to hear our floor was getting the first male student." I smile and return a "Me, too" that gets me a sultry look. "I'm in 304, just down the hall from you. Feel free to stop by if you need anything," at which point Phoebe leans into my ear and whispers "anything at all."

"Thanks Phoebe," I say with a grin and a raised eyebrow, "I'll be sure to keep that in mind."

"Please do," Phoebe says. She saunters off with an added swish of her hips.

After she leaves the others aren't sure what to say, but I observe the program playing on the TV and say "hey, I love this movie." A chorus of "me too!" is heard; I sit down on a chair in the back of the space and we watch quietly. I keep my attention on the screen but in the corner of my eye I notice them looking at me from time to time, usually under lowered eyelashes.

It starts getting dark and I realize I've yet to see my room. "Does anybody know which one is 302?" I ask. A cute brunette stands up. "302 is down the hall around a couple corners. I can show you, if you'd like," she offers, both shy and direct. She steps towards me and tucks a tendril of her dark hair behind her ear. "I'm Lily. C'mon Michael, let me show you the way."

I tell the others that I'll see them around as Lily and I leave, a chorus of "Bye Michael!" and another round of giggles following us out. "The layout is pretty easy once you get the hang of it," Lily says. A couple twists and turns later I find myself in front of my new home: Room 302. "Which one is yours?" I ask with an inquisitive grin, pointing back toward the other rooms we passed.

Lily tries to meet my eyes but instead looks down. "I live over in West Hall. That's the other dorm. I just happened to be visiting some friends on this floor when you arrived." Then she looks up at my face. "Lucky me," she adds, softly.

"Me, too," I say in response.

She reaches out to touch my chest but then brings her hand back. "I'm glad I was here, Michael, I really hope we'll be friends. Good friends."

"I'd like that," I say, turning to open my door. Then I look back as though I'd just thought of something. "Hey Lily, I'm just going to be unpacking for a while. Would you like to keep me company?"

Lily has already turned to leave, but she looks back at me and nods her head. I unlock the door and we walk in together. The room is large and nicely furnished. I can see the door in the back corner leading to the en suite bathroom. "You have a private bathroom?" Lily gushes, looking it over. "On my floor I share one with about a dozen other girls. Can you imagine how crowded it gets when we're all showering and getting ready in the morning?" she adds.

"I have an image in mind, yes," I say, and she laughs.

We start attacking my bags and boxes, Lily helping me find a home for everything. She seems genuinely interested in getting to know me. "So, how are you feeling about starting at Sandenhal? I am sure it must be weird, being the first guy and all. If you ever want to talk or grab coffee sometime, I'm a pretty good listener. And I could give you the inside scoop on which teachers to watch out for..." I look at her and say thanks.

As we continue unpacking Lily asks if she can ask me something personal. I don't encourage it but I also don't say no. "How did you end up here?" she asks.

I give her the short answer. "Didn't actually have a lot of choice," I say, "issues at my previous school." Not going further down that road... so I move on. "Anyway, my mom is friends with a Sandenhal trustee, she said they had been talking here about the possibility of admitting guys, would I want to be the 'guinea pig'? I meet the age requirement, plus I still need some classes to be ready for college. So, my mom said yes, and voila... here we are."

Lily bites her lip. "Well I'm really glad you're here. I think this could be a really good year... for both of us." She steps over to the door and closes it. Then she turns back to me. She puts a hand on my chest and looks up into my face, a nervous look on hers. I smile back warmly. "I've been wondering for a while what it would be like to have a guy my age around here, someone to talk to, to confide in... maybe, to have some new experiences with." She lowers her eyes and then looks at me through her eyelashes. "Someone to show me some of the things I've been missing being locked up at various all-girls boarding schools." Her eyes move up to meet mine in a challenge. "So, how about it Michael? Would you help me have some new experiences?"

I stroke a finger down the side of Lily's face and she sighs. I move that hand to the back of her neck, then up into her hair. I pull her in for the briefest of kisses--lips barely touch, tongues barely meet--and then I start kissing her neck. "Yes, Lily, I think I would like that very much." I bring my mouth up to her ear, nibbling gently on her earlobe. Lily is tense and squirming. Then I breathe into her ear, "I should really finish unpacking..." Then I lick along her neck and gently pull away.

As I pull away, she sways, her body flooded with arousal and frustration. She reaches for me. "Please don't stop," she says, in a whisper. "I need you."

I brush my hand down her arm. "Tell me how you need me, Lily."

"I need your hands on me, touching me everywhere. I need your lips kissing me, biting me... eating me. Using me, taking me..."

My lips are on her neck again and her breathing is erratic. "It'll be hard," I breathe, "to take you when you're wearing your clothes."

With my comment out there, Lily grasps the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head, tossing it carelessly aside. Her lacy white bra is pretty... but not for long. She reaches back to undo it, then drops it on the floor. Her tits are perfect with rosy areolae and pencil-eraser nipples. She puts my hands on them. "Squeeze them, pinch them, bite them," she orders me, and I comply.

After a couple minutes of this Lily is a quivering mess. I pinch her nipples, pulling them away from her body. Then I say, "But Lily, I don't have access to all of you yet... do I?"

She smiles and moves my hand to the zipper on her regulation-Sandenhal skirt. But I pull away. "No... strip for me Lily. Be the first naked girl in this room."

She pushes me back to sit on the bed as she goes for the zipper on her skirt. Her bare nipples are still rock hard as the skirt drops to the floor. She dips her hand into her panties. Touching herself she asks, "How am I doing so far?"

"You're amazing," I tell her, truthfully.

Her panties look to be soaked as she finally grabs their waistband and pushes them to the floor. Lily is beautiful and bare, and as she glides over to me on the bed if she has any modesty or embarrassment about being naked in front of a guy she just met it certainly doesn't show.

I stand up and take the naked beauty into my arms. "Fuck you're sexy," I say. "Now lie back on the bed. I want to give you that new experience."

She leans back, her dark hair covering my pillow. She is pinching her nipples and moaning, her legs spread slightly so I can see a little of her pink folds. "How is this?" she asks.

"Wider, baby," I say, "spread them wider for me." At my command she does as she's told, and now her pussy is wide open. "I haven't eaten since I got here, and I'm really hungry," I say, a predator ready for the feast. "You look like a truly delicious meal, Lily. May I dig in?"

"Please," she begs. I lick up her slit, and she bucks. My lips and tongue move all over; she is soaked and delicious and squirming all over and her breathing has become erratic. My fingers are squeezing her inner thighs as I nibble on her clit. I shove my tongue into her cunt as I reach my long arms to squeeze her tits again. But then, after a moment, I disengage, sitting back on my heels. "What are you doing? Please don't stop," she begs, "I need you to touch me, grab me, taste me, ruin me."

"Touch yourself for me, Lily," I say, my fingers gently drawing lazy circles around her breasts. "Show me where on your body I should keep touching, tasting."

Lily bites her lip, nodding at my instructions. She circles her clit with her fingers, gasping softly. "Right here," she moans, "right at the top here, touch me here." She squeezes her tit with the other hand, rolling a hardened nipple in between her fingers. "Fuck," she says, closing her eyes.

I run a finger down the middle of her body, only letting the tip of my nail touch her. "Keep going Lily," I tell her, "show me how you like to be touched. Put your hands everywhere you want mine."

Her hand dips between her legs and she is playing with her clit again. She pulls the hand up and offers me a finger full of her juices. I suck it off her finger violently, saying "delicious." She reaches back down and jams two fingers into her cunt. "Yes," she moans, "yes, just like that, feel you..."

"Put in another finger, okay?" I ask her. She nods her head haphazardly, completely out of control. Her entrance with two fingers sawing in and out with two fingers is already tight; when she adds the third she shrieks.

"Yes, Michael, stretching me so wide, so fucking good," she's nearly yelling.

I give her one final command. "Come for me on your fingers, Lily, show me what you'll look like every time I'll touch you. And I will touch you, Lily, and I won't care where we are on campus or who's watching. I will spread you open naked on a table in the library, have you sitting bottomless in a lecture hall. You'll see me and you'll flood your panties, knowing I'm going to strip you, touch you... maybe even fuck you... right there."

Lily is screaming as her orgasm approaches her. She's pistoning her three fingers in and out of her and pulling on her nipple like she wants to tear it off. I lean into her ear and say, "Come for me right now or I won't give you your clothes back. You'll walk out of my room nude... and everyone will know what you did in here."

The threat of being paraded through the dorm notches her arousal up. She's still fingering herself as she begs loudly "No, please... I'll do anything, just let me cover up..." I push the image further: "Finish for me, Lily, finish now... or you know what will happen. I'm about to start grabbing your clothes from the floor... and once I pick something up you won't get it back."

Panic and desperate arousal surge through her, powered by my threats. She is near tears as she fingerfucks herself for all she's worth. "No.... please...." she wails, and then I feel the flood of her come on the finger I'd left gently on her inner thigh. Her body arches off the bed as her climax overwhelms her. "NO NO YES YES YES FUCK FUCK FUCK FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKKKK..." she roars, falling back on the bed, completely spent.

I lie next to her as she comes down, my clothed body in great contrast to her nude one. "Do I... do I get my clothes back? Please?" she begs. She looks so vulnerable right now. I lean into her ear: "This time you're getting them back." I lick her neck and reach down to run the back of my hand over her incredibly hard nipple. As she whimpers again, I pull my hand back and say into her ear, "... but next time I may not be so generous. Imagine sitting in class in just your bra, the other girls giggling at you..." I can see Lily imagining the scenario so vividly, the chair cold on her exposed bottom, her classmates looking at her near-naked and laughing themselves silly. She shivers; the thought is mortifying... and strangely arousing. "Michael... what have you done to me?" she asks.

"I gave you a new experience," I say with a smile. I get her some toilet paper to clean herself up with, and Lily begins to gather her clothes. She is too inexperienced to offer to return the favor in any way, and that's fine with me because that wasn't the point. As she finishes redressing I say, "By the way, you are incredibly sexy when you come, especially naked."

Lily looks down, her voice now soft and nervous. "I've never experienced anything like that before. The way you took control of me... it was terrifying and thrilling and I fucking loved it. Will you... will you do it again sometime? Push me, I mean?" She tries not to meet my eyes with her next request: "Maybe... frighten me?"

"I promise you this, Lily," I say, walking over to her and cupping her face with both my hands. "Right now you are dressed, covered, and safe. But I want you to be nervous every day going forward that this will be the day I make you get naked... out there," I say pointing to the window and the darkened campus beyond, "with all those eyes seeing you." Lily's eyes open in both fear... and anticipation. She takes a moment or two to catch her breath,

"I'm really glad you came to Sandenhal, Michael," she says, finally composed. I get the door for her, and we find that--shockingly--her unmuted orgasmic screams brought several ladies down to my end of the hall. In my doorway, Lily gets up on her toes and gives me a soft kiss on the cheek.

"I'm glad I'm here too, Lily," I say, smiling at her. "I think Sandenhal will be good for me." She walks out and I wish her--and all the others gathered with shocked looks on their faces--a good night.

I close the door and go into the bathroom. I throw some cold water on my face. I need to finish unpacking, and then get some sleep. Lily was just the first. There are a lot of other young women, maybe even some hot older women... to meet. To control. I'll need my strength.

I look in the mirror and smile coldly, all of the warmth from my time with Lily gone. "As for whether I'll be good for Sandenhal," I say to my reflection, "... I sure fucking hope not."