Sandenhal Academy Ch. 02

All individuals here are age 18 years or older. Thanks for reading!!

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Having my own private bathroom is nice. My first morning at Sandenhall I rise, shower, and dress... and just relax in the quiet of my room for a bit. Normally I hit the pool and weight room before starting my day, but I need to use today to get the lay of the land. It's my first day of classes; I gather the right notebooks and throw them in a satchel. I leave my room, locking the door behind me, and start heading to the dining hall.

As I walk down the hall, conversations quiet as I pass. I am friendly to everyone, though some young women barely meet my eyes. Others are more brazen. One in the standard Sandenhal uniform stops me to ask what classes I have in the morning. She touches my arm subtly as I look through my schedule quickly. Another passes by clad only in a bath towel. She has long wet hair and a bust that looks like it's ready to burst out. She gives me a smirk as I pass, saying, "Morning, Michael." I have never seen her before but I just nod, smiling back at her.

I find the dining hall easily, and walk to find a table. Again, the room quiets; although I know I need to get used to it, this is actually getting old quickly. Girls seem to be holding their breaths like they're wondering where I'll land. A trio at a nearby table catches my eye. The blonde in the middle leans forward, giving me a clear view of the impressive cleavage she has hidden under her Sandenhal blouse. "Hey there, cutie," she says, coyly, "why don't you join us? We'd love to get to know Sandenhal's newest academic asset."

"Morning ladies," I say. "Thanks for the invitation; I'd love to." I drop my bag at an empty seat across from them and head to the cafeteria side to get some food. The same routine of flirting/avoiding/throwing themselves at me takes place here as well. I finally make my way back to my stuff, and the blonde says, "I thought you had forgotten all about us."

"How could I? Though, you are...?" I ask, starting into my food.

The blonde introduces herself as Heather, the smaller brunette on the left is Rochelle, and the red-head with the disapproving look is Alessandra. Heather is clearly the leader. She asks, "So, handsome, what is it that brings you to Sandenhal? Looking to expand your academic horizons?"

I look at the three faces and smile. "I was told there was excellent scenery here."

But, rather than the girls falling over my witty bit of flattery... they call me out on my bullshit. "Thanks for trying there, big guy," Heather adds, now giving me my third nickname of the past ten minutes, "but the best scenery here is the nature outside." Alessandra is even more direct: "While I appreciate the attempt at flirtation, I must say your comment about us as pretty scenery is rather basic. Surely you seek more than mere visual stimulation at an institution of higher learning?" Her tone is cool and condescending, but I can see the glimmer of interest in her eyes behind her glasses. "Tell me, Michael," Alessandra continues, "what are your academic aspirations? What fields of study intrigue you? Because if you're hoping to rely solely on your charm to navigate Sandenhal, I'm afraid you may find yourself sorely challenged."

But that's why you get to have three strikes to be called out; one swing and a miss isn't enough to knock you down. "Fair enough," I respond. "I'm most interested in engineering. I like figuring out how things work. Taking tough contraptions and breaking them down, piece-by-piece. I like taking stubborn machines and showing them who's really in charge, making them do the job I want them to do," I continue, looking directly at Alessandra. She freezes... she knows I'm not talking about something you'd make in shop class. "And the more stubborn a machine," I finish, quietly, "the more pleasure I get in bending it to my will."

Heather is clearly oblivious to subtext, and Rochelle is, well, just oblivious. Heather's response to my speech is "Ooh, an engineer! How fascinating. I bet you're great with your hands, aren't you, Michael? Maybe you could give me a private lesson sometime. I'm always eager to learn new things."

"Sounds nice," I say, still looking at Alessandra. By this point I realize I've finished my meal, but before I go I send one parting shot her way. "You know, Alessandra, sometimes a machine just needs to be well-oiled, greased up, and rubbed down. Other times you need to strip a machine down to its bare parts." At this point her eyes are like saucers.

I stand up, grabbing my tray. "Thanks for keeping me company," I say to the trio. "Nice to meet you Heather, Rochelle, Alessandra. Hope to see you all around." Heather and Rochelle reciprocate, but Alessandra just stares. I wait to turn around before I smirk; I'm not sure her friends noticed her squirming in her seat when I mentioned 'stripping a machine bare.'

As I leave the dining hall I notice how nice the weather is. I have about an hour until my first class. I look for a bench to just chill on, walking a little until spotting one nestled beneath a large oak tree. Except it isn't empty. The girl on it looks up, a coy smile on her face. "Hey there, stranger," says Lily. "How'd you sleep?"

"Like a baby," I say, joining her on the bench. "You?"

"You know I just collapsed when I got back to my room. For some reason I was just so worn out," she said, almost giggling. Lily shifts slightly on the bench, crossing her legs in a way that causes her skirt to ride up. She tucks a lock of hair behind her ear, turning to me with a sultry look. "I must admit," she goes on, "I've been thinking about our little encounter yesterday. It gave me a lot to ponder overnight... and again this morning. Twice."

I try not to smile. "I'm not sure what you're talking about, Lily," I say, intentionally feigning ignorance, "I just remember a new friend keeping me company while I unpacked." Then I lean into her ear, whispering, "Unless you had a different part of the evening in mind..."

Lily's breath hitches and she moans. This girl is something fun. I may have to push her boundaries... a lot. "You know," I say casually, quietly, but with purpose, "these windy days cause all kinds of things to blow around. They can lift up skirts. A girl should be wearing something under her skirt on a windy day like this. If a girl isn't, then there's a chance she'll be shown off. So the question is, Lily," I lean in, tickling her ear with my breath, "do I let you keep your panties on this morning... or leave you open to the elements?"

Lily gasps, but I can see the idea is taking root. "Michael, I... I couldn't. It's too risky out here where anyone could see..." But her nipples visibly harden through the thin material of her bra and blouse.

Leaning back I return to a more casual tone. "Up to you, Lily. I have no problem letting you enjoy being covered. But if you want to risk it," I say, softly, "then slip your panties off now and give them to me." Lily tries not to squeeze her thighs together as she hears my instruction. I can see she's thinking about all the things I warned her I'd do to her around campus. A debate is roaring internally in her mind about whether she should let me do this to her. She closes her eyes... and very quickly reaches under her skirt, pulling her panties down past her knees and to past her feet. Lily holds them in her hand, then quickly gives them to me. They are very warm and damp.

At that moment the wind comes in, and though Lily holds her skirt down that doesn't stop it from tickling her newly bared pussy, making her shiver and bite back a moan. She looks around, terrified. In truth, nobody saw anything. For all anyone can see Lily and I are just sitting and having a normal conversation. But we both know she's dripping copiously onto her skirt. We both know the next gust of wind may have her pussy out for anyone to see. Again I say casually "That's a good girl. I'll give these back to you... tonight? Maybe. No panties on you unless they are these, okay?" I ask gently. She nods. Then I stand up. "Will you walk me to my first class?" I ask her. Even as I torment her and strip her... I genuinely like her.

We reach my class, Biology. "Thanks, Lily," I say, "maybe I'll see you later?" She nods. Then I lean in. "Maybe I'll see a lot of you later." She freezes. I hear her whimper, and then she nods meekly. She looks at me and I give her a smile. She says 'bye' and heads off. I open the door and walk into my first Sandenhal class.

I find an open seat in the back. Mrs. Gutierrez, the stacked Biology teacher, introduces me as class starts. At this point I doubt anyone at Sandenhal hasn't heard about the first male student, but I smile and say hi anyway. Throughout the class period, girls keep turning to look at me, giggling and trying to catch my eye. Halfway through the class a tall brunette with tan skin in the row ahead of me drops her pencil. She quietly gets up and then bends over to get it... straight-legged. She angles herself so I get the full view of her ass under the standard issue Sandenhal uniform skirt. I'm not sure the girl's hot pink thong is standard issue, but from my view I can see it run down her ass crack and barely cover her plump sex. Her ass cheeks are bare and perfect. Even from here I can see the area around her pussy is glistening with moisture. She reclaims her pencil and sits back down, never once looking my way.

I try to focus on Mrs. Gutierrez's lecture, and when the bell rings to end class I find myself busy putting away my notebook. Before I can look up I feel someone standing next to me. I look over and it's the brunette... she of the pink thong. "I'm Sienna Reyes, it's nice to meet you Michael." I nod, and Sienna perches herself on the table in front of me, angling to give me another peak at what she showed me earlier. "See anything good?" she asks.

"I assume you mean the excellent diagram of the plant cell membrane that Mrs. Gutierrez has been showing us," I respond, pointing at the board and not looking at Sienna. "Or were you thinking of something... less discrete?"

Sienna throws back her head, her long hair flying back, and lets out a laugh. "Don't even," she says, still chuckling, "I know you liked what I had to show you."

"I merely saw a fellow student who had lost access to her most important writing implement. I am trying to be a joiner here at Sandenhal. I did think of going over and offering you my support and assistance. I like to be a hands-on kind of joiner," I finish, smirking gently at Sienna.

"A hand on joiner, huh?" she confirms. "Well, my next class is in the empty art studio down the hall. I think I've misplaced some of my art supplies. Perhaps you could help me search for them?

"That's so funny," I respond, "I was just thinking about how much I wanted to see the art studio. I have a passion for sketching objects in their... natural setting."

She grabs my hand and pulls me out of the Bio classroom and down the hall. The art studio is indeed empty. Sienna has my 6'1" frame pinned against the door as soon as the door closes behind us. She pulls my head down for a kiss and I reach down to grab her phenomenal ass through her skirt. She squeals.

She reaches down toward my belt to move things along... at which point I say "But Sienna, I'm really just here to get a feel for the art. I mean, there's a stool right there in the middle of the room. Is that where the subject would go? Perhaps you could sit there and show me what the view of the subject would look like from here?" I plop myself down in a chair in the back row.

Sienna smirks and starts walking, working her way down the tiered aisles, finally coming to the display podium in the middle. She climbs up onto the wide stool, making sure her skirt flips up to show me the pink thong underneath again. "Does this give you an idea, Michael?" she purrs at me.

"You are very sexy, Sienna. Any artist would be lucky to have you as their subject. But, like I said, I like my subjects in their--how do I put this--natural form. What do you say, Sienna? Do you have the guts to pose for me?"

Sienna looks at me and bites her lip. "You are going to be all sorts of danger, aren't you, Michael?" she asks, climbing back off the stool. Her blouse comes off and her bra follows shortly, thereafter. Her tan breasts are fantastic C-cups with darker brown nipples already hard for me. Then she unzips her skirt, letting it pool at her feet, then kicks it away carelessly. Her pink thong is the only clothing she has on now.

"You know, Sienna, I never really appreciated hot pink before," I say. She smiles and finishes coming to her entirely natural form. She pushes the thong down to her feet and kicks it away, too. Her tight-looking pussy is clean shaven. She pushes her tits out and puts a hand on her hip as she stands completely nude.

"Fuck you're perfect, I say," pulling a sketch pad out of my satchel. She looks confused; she clearly didn't realize I had actually planned to sketch her once she had stripped nude for me. But she puts on a brave face and gets back on the stool, her totally bare body captured beautifully in the light. After five minutes I'm nearly done, but then I ask, "Can you look like you're enjoying yourself more? Could you give me, hmm, aroused?" Sienna looks at me hungrily, then leans back and runs her hand gently down her body, eventually finding her fingers between her legs. She is squirming on the stool.

"No, no, no, I say," playing the role of the demanding artist. Sienna looks startled, nervous, and very nude. I walk down to her. "Lean back and brace yourself," I command. She holds onto the stool tightly and leans back as best she can. Whatever else you can say about this girl, she's got a very strong core. Once I get to the stool I spread her thighs wide with my hands. "I want arousal, like this," and I lean down and start licking her slit.

Sienna is barely holding on as I attack her pussy with my mouth. My lips and teeth connect with her clit at different times, and my hands dig into her thighs. Her come is coating my tongue, but it's not enough. "I want more," I say directly into her cunt. I dig my fingers into the inside of her thigh and I bite down firmly on her clit.

And suddenly I am covered by a torrent of girl come, and Sienna is screaming her head off, "holy mother fucking shit fuck holy shit SHIT FUCK FUCK ME SHIT AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH." Her screams echo off the studio walls and keep going for a bit. As she is coming down, I say, "I fucking love art."

Sienna is still trying to get herself back together after her massive orgasm. I gently stroke her face, and say "I guess the only question remaining is whether I take your clothes with and leave you here nude... or not." I throw the idea out there, and she flinches for a second. She is imagining me doing exactly that. "Wait, please, don't," she says, fully believing I would, and understanding that in her state, she'd be powerless to stop me. "Are you sure?" I ask her, gently. "Imagine spending the rest of the day running around campus in the nude. You'd look amazing!" More come gently flows out of her, and she's whimpering again, one hand now back between her legs. I chuckle softly. "You are a really good muse," I say, leaning down for a kiss. She kisses me back, hungrily. I pull back and lean down into her pile of clothes; she stiffens, yet doesn't try to stop me. But I only grab her pink thong, adding it to Lily's panties in my pocket. I leave her the rest of her clothes, and I can hear her breathe a sigh of relief.

"I'd like to do this again, soon," I say, looking at her, "since I really love art." She nods happily, still basking in the glow of her major orgasm and the reprieve from possibly being forced to run the campus nude.

"Thanks for showing me the art room, Sienna." And I walk out.