Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: redragon@interserv.com
Subject: Sylvia at College (FF, les)
Date: 9 Oct 1995 16:16:32 GMT

			  Sylvia at College

	Once upon a time, in a well known Ivy League University, there
was a student who earned her living by working in one of the offices.
She was always the most prim and proper lady, and maintained a
professional attitude. One day it came to pass, as it does with all
college students, that she graduated. And to celebrate, she invited
all her associates - most of them males - to her room for a celebratory
party. This in itself came as a surprise since nobody believed her to
be the party throwing type, and everyone knew she never attended them.

	We all arrived at her room at the appointed time, only to find
a note that said she'd be back in a while, but to go in and start
without her. Many of the members of our group decided not to stick
around, or to return later. The rest of us entered her room. In the
fireplace were a couple of logs, already well on the way of being
consumed. There were no furnishings except for an array of mattresses
scattered on the floor, and a small table littered with bottles.

	About an hour later, Sylvia returned. She was carrying a large
(almost empty) bottle of hard liqour, and made it quite apparent that
the missing portion had already been consumed. She came in with
another student/friend of hers, who also brought a radio along. In a
short while, music was blaring from there, and Sylvia began to dance
to the tunes.

	Suddenly, during a really wild song, she reached down, and
tore off her shorts and threw them aside. These were followed by her
T-shirt, which got freed after a number of tries. By then a really
slow dance began, and she took up one of the fellows to join her. He
refused, and more uneasy than surprised at the diametric opposite
character Sylvia displayed, decided to split - along with most of the
others. I was sitting in the corner, sipping my drink, when she came
over, took the glass from my hand and gulped its contents down.

	Then she pulled on my shirt sleeve, trying to get me to dance
with her, but wound up tearing it instead. She began to giggle and
bent over to apologize, loosing her balance and falling on top of me,
pinning me against the wall.

	Her hand reached up to my collar, and in a nasty tone demanded
why I had made her fall. I explained to her that she had fallen on her
own account, but she would hear nothing of it.

	At this point the rest of the people had enough, and left us
alone. She accused me of kicking everyone out, and therefore I would
have to suffer the consequences. She then proceeded to rip my shirt
off, and picked herself off me enough so I could squeeze out from
under her. She asked her school friend to turn out the lights and turn
off the music.

	Then, after getting rid of the remnants of my shirt, she undid
my trousers. Her unsteadiness caused her to ask her friend to help
her pull them off.

	After that was done, she managed to stand up and pick up a
knife that was lying on the plate contained some lemon slices. She
aimed the tip at her chest, and cut open her bra. There stood Sylvia,
with a tattered bra, in front of me. She then asked her friend to
leave us, which she did, albeit reluctantly. Sylvia knelt in front of
me and told me that my punishment would be to suck on her tits, then
shoved one of them into my mouth.

	As this was happening, she began to sob. I asked her what was
wrong, and she told me that she hoped the others would still like her.
I assured her that they would. She then confessed to me that she had
always fantasized about having me make love to her after she forced
herself on me. Already I was having mixed feelings, and she must have
noticed because I began hesitating. She became angry, picked herself
off me, and went to sulk in a corner. I gathered what was left of my
clothes.

	But she stopped me, and asked me to keep her company. I
agreed, provided she leave me alone, to which she consented. I stayed
with her a long time. eventually she fell asleep, and so did I. She
awoke with a terrible hangover, and screamed when she took a look at
herself. She told me that she couldn't remember what happened, and
wanted me to tell her. I told her everything. She thanked me,
apologized for what she did, and insisted on paying me for the damaged
clothes. I told her not to worry about it.

	As I made ready to leave, she drew me to her, and gave me a
long, passionate kiss.

	I got a call from her this morning. She wants me to come over
and spend some time with her. She needs someone to take care of her,
and wants me to do it. She told me that she wants to make up for what
she did, and do it the right way this time...