06 - College Kinks - Invitations

Jess kept her promise.

The next morning, I awoke before her and went on to do my usual chores. When I returned to her side to kneel by her bed, holding her coffee, she was already awake. She was sitting up against the headboard with her knees pulled to her chest, and judging by the dark circles under her eyes, she had not slept much.

"Come here," she said, patting the mattress next to her. "Not on the floor. Up here. Next to me."

I hesitated for a second, then climbed onto the bed and handed her the mug. She took a sip, set it down on the nightstand, and took a deep breath, as if she was about to jump into cold water.

"Okay. About Mike," she began. "You remember the night of the party, when we came up from the basement, and he chatted me up?"

I nodded. Of course I remembered.

"And when we left, and he told me to consider his proposition?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Jess," she corrected me softly. "For this, I need you to be Nessa. Not my slave, but my girlfriend. Because this isn't something I can decide for you."

That made me sit up a little straighter. "Okay. Jess. What is it?"

She looked down at her hands. "Every year, at the end of summer, right before the semester starts, Mike throws one last party. Not a big one like the one we went to. Just the circle. Mike and Sam, Emily and Jason, Isabella, Leo, Alex, and two others we haven't met yet, Marcus and Mei. It's sort of their tradition. A big afterparty, without the party before it."

"Okay," I said slowly.

"And every year, someone is the... centerpiece." She glanced up at me, checking my reaction. "Last year, it was Sam. The year before, apparently it was Isabella. And when we came up the stairs that night, Mike asked me whether I thought you might be interested this year."

My heart skipped a beat. Then it started racing so fast I could feel it in my throat.

"Me?" I whispered.

"You," Jess said. "He said he had seen the way you looked at Sam that night. The way you watched her hanging there. He said he had a feeling."

I did not know what to say. My face was burning. A part of me wanted to crawl under the blanket and never come out again. Another part of me, a much bigger part, was already imagining it, in vivid detail. I was exposed, naked in front of everyone. They stared at my body, as Jess tied me up and had her way with me, before inviting the others to do the same. It was exhilarating, but I was also afraid.

"What exactly would that mean?" I finally managed to ask.

Jess picked up her phone, unlocked it and hesitated for a moment. She scrolled a while before she turned the screen toward me. It was a message from Mike, sent a few days ago and longer than his usual texts.

"No pressure, obviously. But if she's interested, I was thinking of the cross. Everyone gets to look, nobody touches unless you two say so, and you run the scene. Emily and I will be there to help if you need it. Think about it and let me know."

The cross. The St. Andrew's Cross in the corner of Mike's basement, the massive wooden X I had noticed that night.

I looked up at Jess with wide eyes. "Did you tell him? About my list?"

"No," she said immediately, shaking her head, and grabbed my hand. "Nessa, I swear. I didn't tell him a single thing from your list. Nothing. That's yours, and it stays between us. Look at when he sent the message." She gestured toward the phone screen and squeezed my hand. "He asked me this before you ever wrote it down. But when I read your list, and I got to the part about the cross, and the people watching... my heart nearly stopped. Because it was almost exactly what he had suggested. That's why I asked you how many people you were imagining there. Do you remember?"

I did. I had thought she was just being curious.

"That's why I didn't say anything until now," she continued. "I didn't want you to feel like I was pushing you into it, just because it happened to be on your list. Writing something down as a fantasy and actually doing it in front of ten people are two very different things."

"And the contract?" I asked quietly. "If you told me to do it..."

"No." Her voice was firm. "Not this. The contract is about us. About what happens in this apartment, between you and me. This is something else. Other people would be there, people you would have to face afterwards, at parties or on campus. I am not going to order you to do this, and I'm not going to be disappointed if you say no." She paused, and a small smile crept onto her face. "Although I would be lying if I said I didn't want to see it."

I laughed, but it came out shaky.

"Can I think about it?" I asked. My heart was racing.

"Of course," she said. "The party is in three weeks. Take all the time you need."

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I did think about it. I thought about almost nothing else for the next two days.

While I was cleaning, I thought about it. While I was crawling across the living room, or kneeling at Jess' feet during dinner, I thought about it. At night, when I lay in bed next to her, I stared at the ceiling and tried to picture it: Mike's basement, the dim light, the faces of everyone I had met that night, all turned toward me.

And every time I pictured it, two things happened at once. My heart started pounding with fear. And between my legs, a warm, aching heat spread that made me squirm under the blanket.

The problem was not the fantasy. The fantasy was perfect. The problem was everything around it and actually living it out in reality. In my fantasies, it was always nondescript fantasy people staring at me, or having their way with me, not people I knew.

I had never been the kind of person who was particularly comfortable being looked at. In school, I had always been the quiet girl in the back of the classroom, the one who knew the answers but rarely raised her hand. When I came to America, I had spent my entire first semester barely talking to anyone except for Jessica. Even at the party, the first time I met Mike and the others, I was the shyer person, while Jess usually did the talking.

And now I was supposed to be tied to a cross in front of ten people, naked, while they watched? While they touched me? People I would see again? People who would know exactly what I looked like naked, exactly how I sounded when I climaxed, exactly what turned me on?

What if someone told? What if I saw Leo in the cafeteria the next week and could not look him in the eye? What if I panicked halfway through, in front of everyone, and ruined it for Jess?

On the second evening, Jess found me sitting on the kitchen floor, staring at nothing, a wet rag forgotten in my hands.

She did not say anything. She just sat down next to me, the same way she had when we talked about the safe words, and waited.

"I want to," I finally said. "I really, really want to. That's the stupid part."

"That's not stupid," she said.

"But I'm scared. Not of the cross, or of Mike, or of anything that might happen down there. I'm scared of being seen." I laughed bitterly. "Which is a bit of a problem, considering that being seen is the whole point."

Jess was quiet for a long moment. Then she leaned her head against my shoulder.

"What if we tried it first?" she asked.

"Tried what?"

"Being seen. Just a little bit. Somewhere where nobody we know is watching." She lifted her head and looked at me, and there was a familiar, mischievous glint in her eyes. "You know, I read your list very carefully. And there was one fantasy in there that I think would be the perfect place to start."

It took me a second to understand what she meant. Then my eyes widened.

"The street light?"

She smiled. "The street light."

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I had spent the day and early evening on my hands and knees while Jess kept teasing me incessantly. Kneading my breasts, as they were hanging below me occasionally, and pinching my sensitive nipples. Other times, she just gently touched my pussy lips, letting her fingers glide up and down between my legs, without offering any real stimulation, let alone release. Needless to say, I was needy as hell.

We waited until well after two in the morning.

Summer break had emptied most of the campus. The dorms were half-deserted, the cafeteria was closed for most of the summer, and at this time of night, the paths between the buildings were completely empty, lit only by the old iron street lamps that lined them every few dozen meters.

Jess had unlocked the chest and taken out exactly one item for me. My long beige trench coat, the one I usually wore on rainy days in autumn. Nothing else. No shoes, even, until she took pity on me at the door and let me slip into a pair of flip-flops.

"Button it up," she said, before adding with an evil grin, "For now."

The walk down the stairs and out of the dorm was the longest of my life. The fabric of the coat brushed against my bare skin with every step, a constant reminder of how little separated me from the world. When we passed the door of our neighbors on the floor below, I heard muffled music behind it, and I nearly turned around and ran back upstairs. But Jess held my hand firmly, which gave me the courage to keep walking.

Outside, the night air was warm and still. Crickets were chirping in the grass. The campus looked strange in the dark, like a stage set after the actors had gone home. A gentle breeze was tickling me through the coat and pushed air up between my legs as I followed Jess with trembling legs.

Jess led me down the path toward the library, until we reached a small square with a few benches and a single street lamp standing in the middle, its yellow light forming a perfect circle on the pavement, illuminating everything under it while keeping everything else obscured.

She stopped at the edge of the light and let go of my hand.

"Go stand under it," she said quietly.

I walked into the circle of light. Instantly, I felt exposed, even though I was still fully covered. Out here, in the dark, the light made me feel like the only visible thing in the world. Anyone looking out of any of the hundreds of dark windows facing the square would see me immediately.

Jess stayed at the edge of the shadows, where I could barely make out her face.

"Color?" she asked.

"Green," I breathed.

"Good. Now open the coat."

My fingers were shaking so badly that it took me three tries to undo the first button. Then the second. Then the third. When the last one came loose, I hesitated, holding the two halves of the coat together in front of me.

"Nessa," Jess said softly. "Open it."

I pulled the coat open.

The warm night air touched my bare skin, my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, all at once. I gasped. My nipples hardened immediately, and I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs. I was standing in the middle of campus, under a street light, completely exposed.

And nothing happened.

No alarm went off. Nobody screamed. The crickets kept chirping, and somewhere in the distance, a car drove past on the main road. The world simply continued, as if a naked girl standing under a lamp in the middle of the night was the most normal thing ever.

"Take it off your shoulders," Jess said. "Let it hang from your elbows."

I obeyed. The coat slid down my back until it was only held up by my bent arms, framing my naked body like a curtain on a stage.

Jess let me wait like this for a minute. My heart was still racing, but less so than before. I could see the windows of the other dorms in the distance across the wide, open area. Most of them were dark; only 5 of them still had lights on.

"Good. Now take it off, let it fall to the floor," Jess instructed. My heart started racing again. I looked around frantically. If anyone was to turn a corner, I would have had to pick up the coat first and put it on, before covering myself. This would give them precious seconds to notice my naked form. My head was running wild with ideas and scenarios.

"I said take it off!"

I nodded and obeyed. I felt the coat slip down my forearms and fall to the ground behind my feet.

"Hands behind your head," she continued. Her voice had changed. It was lower now, slightly breathless. "Present."

I raised my hands and laced my fingers behind my head. The coat rustled on the ground in a sudden breeze, which caught me off guard. Obediently, I spread my legs, and was now standing in the circle of light with nothing at all to hide behind.

"God, you look beautiful," Jess whispered from the dark.

I do not know how long we stood like that. A minute, maybe two. Long enough for the fear to slowly turn into something else, something warm and electric that spread through my entire body. I was terrified. And I had never felt more alive.

Then I heard it.

A soft, rhythmic squeak. Getting closer. From the path behind me, the one leading to the dorm. I turned my head in shock, but kept my position.

"Jess," I hissed. "Someone's coming."

"Stay," she said.

My heart stopped. "What? You can't be serious!"

"Stay where you are! I'll count to five. Then you can cover up."

The squeaking got louder. It was a bicycle, I realized. Someone was riding a bicycle down the path toward us.

"One," Jess counted slowly from the shadows.

I could see the beam of a headlight now, bouncing over the pavement at the far end of the pathway.

"Two."

It was a campus security guard. I could see the reflective vest. My heart beat as if it wanted to jump out of my chest.

"Three."

Jess took her time. He was maybe fifty meters away. If he looked up, beyond the cone of his headlight, he would see me.

"Four."

The beam of his headlight swept across the benches at the edge of the square.

"Five."

I quickly bowed down, threw the coat up over my shoulders and clutched it shut in front of me with both my trembling hands, just as the bicycle rolled into the square. The guard, an older man with a grey mustache, slowed down, squinted at me and stopped in the ring of light of my street lamp.

"Everything alright, miss?" he asked.

"Yes!" I squeaked, which came out way louder and breathier than I intended. Then, a little calmer, "Yes, sorry. I couldn't sleep. Just getting some fresh air."

He looked at me for a moment longer, then over at Jess, who had stepped out of the shadows with the most innocent expression in the world, holding her phone as if she had just been checking her messages.

"Alright," he said. "Don't stay out too long, girls. It's late."

And with that, he pedaled on, the squeaking slowly fading into the night behind me.

I stood there, frozen, holding my coat shut, my heart beating so fast I thought I might faint. Then I looked at Jess. And Jess looked at me.

And we both burst out laughing.

All the tension I had felt suddenly released.

We laughed so hard I had to sit down on one of the benches. Jess collapsed next to me, wheezing, tears streaming down her face. Every time one of us managed to calm down, the other one would whisper "Everything alright, miss?" in a deep voice, and we would start all over again.

"You counted to five!" I gasped. "Five! He could have seen everything!"

"But he didn't," Jess said, wiping her eyes. "And you stayed. You stayed until five. I'm so proud of you."

And then she kissed me, right there on the bench, under the street light, with my coat half open, and I did not care one bit who might be watching.

We practically ran back to our apartment. The coat escaped my grip a few times and fluttered open briefly, but I could not care less. Jess pulled me by my hand up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. All I could think about was what we would do once we came home.

We barely made it through the door of our apartment before she pressed me against the wall and pulled the coat off my shoulders. It fell to the floor in a heap, and I fell to my knees in front of her without being told. Her hands were in my hair, and her breathing was ragged, as she pressed me into her jeans.

"Take off my pants," she panted while leaning back against our door.

I unzipped her jeans and gently pulled them off. Her panties revealed a large wet spot. It seemed like exposing myself had turned her on more than I had thought. She stepped out of her jeans, and pressed my face into her wet panties. I licked the fabric, kissed the spot where I knew her clit was waiting behind and inhaled her sweet scent. She trembled, drew in a sharp breath, which turned into a long and drawn-out moan and climaxed right then and there. I had never seen her cum this fast before.

After a few moments, when she had caught her breath, she looked down on me. I smiled back, sheepishly and happy. My own pussy was throbbing with desire; the pent-up frustration from the day and the excitement of the last hour had opened the floodgates.

"Did I allow you to stop?" the voice of my mistress sharply reprimanded me.

"No, mistress," I answered, gasping for air but ready to get back to work, although disappointed that I would have to wait a little longer.

She clenched my hair and gently threw me to the ground. Watching me writhe on the floor in desire, she slipped off her panties and tossed them across the room, unbuttoned her blouse and threw it off along with her bra. When she was naked, she threw herself at me, her body rubbing against mine, and kissed me passionately.

When we separated, she lifted herself up, straddling my chest and looked down into my eyes. She started gently rubbing her clit and spreading her labia, giving me a preview of what was to come.

"What is your purpose, slave?"

"To serve you, mistress," I answered, blushing.

"What do you want?"

"Whatever it is that you desire, mistress."

She smirked. "And what do you think I want right now?"

I exhaled a shaky breath and licked my lips before I answered.

"To sit on my face and let me eat you to as many orgasms as you want."

She looked pleased, shuffling further up, with her open pussy hovering just inches over my face. She never stopped touching herself. With the other hand, she held my head down, so I could not reach her pink, puffy pussy, which I wanted more than anything right now.

"Would you like that?" she asked, breathing rapidly.

"Yes, please, mistress," I begged, my voice full of desperation.

"I like to hear you beg. Keep going." She threw her head back, and a few drips escaped through her fingers and landed on my chin.

"Please, mistress, let me eat your pussy. Please sit on my face."

She moaned louder now.

"Please, mistress, please let me bring you to orgasm with my tongue."

Her moaning grew louder and louder, and more liquid dropped down onto my face, which I greedily licked up if I could reach it with my tongue.

Without warning, she pressed her pussy to my face and started violently grinding up and down, smearing me all over. Her moans turned to screams, and within moments, she had another orgasm.

"Fuuuuck, keep going!" she cried with a shaky voice.

I could not answer, since my tongue was working its way into her, licking up and down her slit and flicking her clit repeatedly. I started sucking on it gently, while letting my tongue run circles around it, which caused her to scream again, digging her fingers in my hair.

I had never seen her this ravenous before. I did not know she could come this often, let alone in such quick succession. But I kept going tirelessly. Not because she did not tell me to stop, but because I wanted to. I truly wanted to give her everything I had to offer, even if it took the entire night.

I did not envy our neighbors. She came twice more, each orgasm louder than the last, before collapsing over me. She gasped for air as if she had just run a marathon.

But the break did not last long, as she lifted herself back up again, and turned around. She still straddled my face, but was now looking the other way, meaning I had her perfect butt cheeks on either side of my nose. She bent down slightly, getting us into the 69 position and hovering her throbbing sex over my face. Meanwhile, she gently started to treat me, running a finger down my belly, brushing my labia, before continuing down my thigh. Once at my knee she ran her finger up again, this time rubbing over my clit, and back down the other thigh.

I let out a shaky breath and shuddered. I was still excited beyond measure, and would undoubtedly explode at even the slightest bit of stimulation, but she kept me on edge masterfully, like playing an instrument.

"Do you want to cum, baby?" she whispered, as I blew air onto her wet lips, causing a shudder.

"Yes, mistress, more than anything," I whimpered at her continuous touch.

"Then earn it. Make me cum one more time, and I will release you."

I needed no more motivation. She lowered her hips onto my mouth, and within seconds she was close again. But she held it back, not wanting to make it too easy for me. For another two minutes she let me eat her out, making full use of all my skills, until I could feel her hand on my thigh tremble.

Without warning, she thrust her fingers into my well-lubricated hole, and leaned down to suck on my clit. I screamed out, but the sound was muffled by her pussy pressed into my face.

When she started licking my clit, I could feel an orgasm of insane intensity build up inside me quickly. I knew I had not made her cum yet, so I was not allowed to orgasm myself, but I could not hold back. I tried to warn her, tried to tell her, tried to beg for her to have mercy, but my pleas vanished between her thighs.

Then I felt it. I felt her body tense, just as I was about to lose control. She trembled and howled into my pussy just as I did with hers, and we came at the same time.

She collapsed, this time with finality, and we both panted heavily, sucking in air and the sweet scent of each other's lust. Finally, she lifted herself off my face, and with much effort turned herself around and lay next to me, closing her eyes.

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For a long, sweet while, we both forgot all about street lights and security guards and Mike's basement.

We just stayed on the floor of the living room, too exhausted to move to the bed, the coat bunched up under our heads as a pillow. The first grey light of morning was starting to creep through the windows.

"So?" Jess asked quietly, tracing lazy patterns on my stomach with her fingertip. "How was it?"

"The sex, or me standing naked under a street light?" I said jokingly.

"The latter," she said softly. "Everyone on campus knows how the sex was."

I chuckled, and thought about it for a while.

"I was so scared," I said finally. "Like, really, truly scared. When I heard that bike, I thought my heart was going to explode."

"But?"

"But that was the best part," I admitted, and felt my cheeks get hot. "Not the fear itself. But being scared, and doing it anyway. Because you were there. Because you told me to. It felt like... like I could let go of everything, because you were holding on to it for me."

Jess was quiet for a moment.

"That's what Mike's party would be like," she said. "Just with more people watching. And with me holding on to everything the entire time."

I turned my head to look at her.

"I want to do it," I said.

She propped herself up on her elbow. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. But I have conditions."

A slow smile spread across her face. "Look at you, negotiating. Go on."

"One," I said, holding up a finger. "Only the circle. Nobody from outside. No guests, no plus-ones, no friends of friends."

"Agreed."

"Two. You decide everything down there. Not Mike, not Emily, not anyone else. If anybody wants to touch me, they ask you, not me. And if you say no, it's no."

"Agreed," she said, and her voice had grown quieter. "What else?"

"Three." I hesitated. "The colors still count. Even down there. Even in front of everyone. If I say red, it ends, no matter how embarrassing it is, and no matter what anyone thinks."

"That one isn't even a condition," Jess said softly. "That one is a promise."

She leaned down and kissed me, slowly and gently, and I knew that I had made the right decision.

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Jess called Mike that same afternoon, while I knelt next to her chair in the living room, my head resting against her thigh. She put him on speaker, so I could hear everything.

"So?" Mike asked, after she had said hello. "Did you ask her?"

"I did," Jess said, stroking my hair. "She's in. With conditions."

She listed them one by one. Mike listened without interrupting, and when she was finished, he let out a short laugh.

"Those aren't conditions," he said. "Those are just the rules. Honestly, if she hadn't asked for them, I would have been worried." He paused. "Tell her I said that. And tell her I'm glad."

"She can hear you," Jess said, smiling down at me. "She's right here."

"Oh." For the first time since I had met him, Mike sounded slightly caught off guard. "Well. Hello, Nessa. How's your throat?"

I buried my burning face in Jess' lap, and Jess laughed so hard she nearly dropped the phone.

"Alright, alright," Mike said, his voice still full of amusement. "One more thing, though. Before the party, Emily wants to meet you two. Both of you. Properly."

Jess' hand stopped moving in my hair. "Emily? Why?"

"Because Emily is Emily," Mike said. "She does this with every newcomer. Don't take it personally. She's been burned before, and she's protective of the circle. Of everyone in it. If she doesn't think you're ready, she'll tell you. And honestly, she's usually right."

I thought of the look Emily had given me at the party, when I had asked her and Jason how they had met. That cold, sharp glare, before her face had softened again.

"When?" Jess asked.

"She said this weekend. Saturday, at their place. She'll text you the address." I could hear him smiling through the phone. "Good luck. And Nessa?"

I lifted my head. "Yes?"

"Wear something nice," he said. "Emily notices everything."

The call ended. Jess put the phone down on the armrest and looked at me.

"Well," she said. "I guess I'd better unlock the chest on Saturday."

I laughed, but my stomach was already twisting itself into knots. Somehow, the thought of meeting Emily scared me more than the thought of being tied naked to the cross.