Jon Reskind

Girl_s school pet

CHAPTER ONE

Arm in arm the two girls came skipping gaily down the path, their faces radiant with youthful exuberance. At first glance they seemed to look alike, despite the fact that one was blonde and the other dark, but on closer examination it became evident that it was only their beauty that matched them.

The blonde girl was a little taller, her lushly curved body a little fuller. Big blue eyes helped set off her creamy pink complexion, and all in all she gave off an aura of beaten gold, fresh rose petals and rich cream.

Her companion was smaller and more slender but in some way looked even more lushly developed. Perhaps it was the sinuous and sensual way her body was formed, with high upstanding breasts thrusting out proudly from a graceful torso that bloomed out again into tightly rounded hips above long slender legs. Her hair was made up of rich dark tones hard to define, perhaps a little more black than brown and matched by the smoky color of her eyes. With her, one would think of night and heat and warm passionate embraces.

"Oh, what a day, what a glorious day," the dark one said. "You know what a day like this makes me think of? It makes me think of making love out on the grass under the trees. Of having some big strong man pinning me down to the ground while he ravishes my defenseless young body." And then she laughed gaily.

"Oh, Penny," her blonde friend said with a rosy blush. "Any kind of weather makes you think about sex. Sometimes I wonder if you think about anything else."

"Of course not," Penny replied. "Thinking about anything else would be a waste of time. Victoria Bennett, if you weren't such a prude you'd know what I'm talking about. Whoever heard of anyone in this day and age still being a virgin at eighteen? Doesn't this glorious day do something for you? Doesn't it make you tingle inside… right down here?" And Penny lewdly pointed her finger to where her tightly molded pants cut into the soft swelling of her pubic mound.

Victoria Bennett blushed again and decided not to say anything this time. Instead she looked around her and saw that it was indeed a beautiful day. Both she and her friend, Penny Collins were taking a short cut across the campus of the small California girls' college where they were students and roommates. It would have been hard to find a more perfect setting for a college, high up on cliffs that jutted starkly from the blue Pacific below. The whole campus was set in a forest of feathery eucalyptus trees dotted with occasional patches of dwarf oak. Innumerable small paths criss-crossed through the trees and the two girls were walking on one of them now, heading towards their next class in one of the scattered clusters of buildings. The campus was broken up into many small sections so that it would have a rural, almost wild air instead of the usual congested concrete vistas of the average modern college campus.

The month was November and the summer heat was finally over. Victoria thought to herself that the winters here were usually much nicer since it never really did get that cold and the fresh autumn air swept away the moist summer haze and let one see practically forever. The two girls were approaching the top of a small rise now and the ocean came into view, a deep glittering blue in the clear air with the horizon etched sharply against the sky. Looking in the other direction, inland, the delighted blonde girl could clearly make out the distant mountains tumbling over one another in wave after wave of muted purples and blues. Further down the coast it was possible to see the surf crumbling in brilliant white foam against the base of the ocher cliffs. Blue and white and brown and violet and green, and the delicious feel of the tangy salt air sweeping in from the sea, perhaps from as far away as Japan… Victoria's reverie was shattered by a delighted whoop from Penny.

"Hey, look at old Ben Wright! I think that old bastard has a hard-on again." Despite herself, Victoria's eyes followed Penny's pointing finger and focused on the familiar shambling figure of Ben Wright, the campus watchman. As usual he had his huge German shepherd, Prince, with him. Together the two made up the entire security force of the girls' college, all that was needed owing to its isolated location. Victoria tried to keep her gaze from running down Ben's heavy body to where his trousers pushed out lewdly just below his belt as he stood raptly watching two mini-clad coeds passing by, swinging their pert young hips as if they knew he was watching.

"It's really something that he can still get it up at his age," Penny laughed. Ben was only fifty but to the girls on campus he seemed impossibly old, almost a Methuselah. "You know, it's kind of cruel, the old guy working here with all these girls around, not being able to touch them. Maybe some of us should get up a collection – a cunt collection – and do something about his problem. God, would you look at the size of that bulge!" Penny exclaimed in growing awe as she continued to stare at the front of Ben's pants. A cold calculating look came into her eyes.

"Maybe I should form a little private charity myself," she mused out loud. "I'm getting tired of the boys around here with their wham, bam, thank-you-ma'am tricks. Unless old Wright has a thermos bottle hidden inside his pants he's got just what little Penny needs."

"Oh, Penny!" Victoria suddenly exploded. "Sometimes I get so sick of the way you talk. You could turn anything into sex. You leave Mr. Wright alone. He's a nice man… and you… you…" Victoria suddenly realized that there were tears in her eyes and that she wanted to be anywhere but here. Penny was standing staring at her friend, shocked into silence by the unexpected outburst, and before the surprised girl could say a word, her blonde roommate ran off quickly down the path. Penny stood in indecision a moment, wondering if she should go after Victoria, but then a little tickle of anger started inside her and she swore softly to herself while shrugging her shoulders.

"Just typical virgin hysteria," she muttered. "What that girl needs is to get laid." Then the precocious teenager walked quietly on toward her next class, taking one last glance at Ben Wright and Prince. Those two are probably the only two real males on campus, Penny mused to herself. Boys were fun – good to break in on – but men were so much better… and sometimes she wished she were a female dog – just looking at Prince made her feel that way. He was a beautiful animal, sleek and powerful with a large handsome head, and that was really some cock he had hanging under his hairy belly. With a shrug of her shoulders, the beautiful dark-haired girl put Ben and his dog out of her mind, for she was already planning her night's debauchery.

CHAPTER TWO

About eight o'clock that same night Victoria Bennett was slowly walking back to the room she shared with Penny, returning from an evening class and pleased that the night was warm. That was one of the strange things here, she thought to herself. The breeze died down in the evenings and it was often warmer than in the day. Victoria found she was quite comfortable wearing only a sweater and short skirt.

A troubled look came over the blonde girl's beautiful face as she took the path that would lead her back to her room. That whole business of this afternoon still troubled her and she knew it would be a little embarrassing when she had to face Penny. She hadn't seen her dark-haired roommate since they had parted in a huff earlier in the day. What had happened anyhow? Even though Victoria found her more knowledgeable friend's speech and manner a little shocking at times, she was very fond of the other girl, knowing she had no meanness or cruelty in her heart at all. It was just that she was so totally devoted to sensual pleasures, a complete sybarite.

That was understandable to the young blonde coed, because she was human herself. And if she still carefully guarded her virginity, it was more from a standpoint of caution than any kind of inbred frigidity. No, she could understand some of the emotions that moved Penny even if she disapproved of the girl's actions. After all, who was she to throw stones, Victoria thought a little guiltily, as she remembered the lustful storms of bottled-up passion that swept over her from time to time. For more than two years now there had been no other way to still the desperate cravings that periodically wracked her developing body but to… Victoria's innocent young mind could not even form the forbidden word "masturbate", although vivid images shot through her mind of the lewd way she satisfied herself time after time with her own fingers. With a little shiver the beautiful young student put these thoughts from her mind, knowing that if she continued to think this way she would end up going back to the room to once again search out the forbidden gratification.

Maybe it had been Penny's obscene comments about Ben Wright that had so upset her. Victoria liked the campus cop and had had several quiet conversations with him. Despite his mature age, Ben seemed awkward and shy around girls, almost as if he were some young teenage boy about to ask for his first date.

Not much was known for certain about Ben, but rumors abounded, most of them too preposterous to believe. Some of the more romantic girls like to believe that Ben had been shattered by an early tragic life and had chosen to live out the remainder of his life in simple poverty, accompanied only by his dog and his memories. But the most persistent and believable stories were those that claimed that many years before Ben had been a promising young literature professor and poet, but that a drinking problem had brought him to ruin. A drinking problem and an unfortunate tendency to seduce the younger and prettier girls in his classes. Supposedly he had finally got pregnant the daughter of an influential and wealthy University Trustee and that meant the end of his career as a teacher. Yet Ben had been unable to leave campus life completely and had supposedly drifted from one college to another performing menial jobs. His past was mostly forgotten now and this job as watchman at Seaside College was the best he'd found in a long time. If Ben drank now, Victoria thought to herself, he must do it pretty secretly. Sometimes he did seem to walk a little strangely, with a funny look on his face, but that was mostly late in the evenings and on weekends.

Ben must have been a really handsome man at one time, the young girl thought. His hair, even though gray, was still fairly thick and traces of what must have been its original deep brown color showed through. Even though his body was a little heavy, it was the heaviness of a big man, not a fat one, and the way he sometimes moved, especially if the day was nice and he was feeling good, hinted at the grace and style that must have been his before the alcohol ruined him. That ruin showed mostly in his face, which was heavily lined and bore a gaunt, haunted look. His mind seemed to have been burned out a little also, so that his speech would ramble from time to time. But all in all he was a gentle man and young Victoria had found a special place in her heart for him. Somewhere deep inside herself she knew she liked this relationship because it was safe. All of the innocent young girl's natural cravings drew her toward men, her awakened hormones building an appreciation into her vibrant young senses for the deep sound of a masculine voice, the virile odor, the size and power of males. Victoria instinctively knew that if she let herself go she would find herself helplessly wanting to be made love to, and she was frightened of that.

That's why it was safe with Ben. How could anyone her age imagine making love to an old, ruined man like Ben Wright? And that was the reason for her friendship with the older man and perhaps also the reason she had so stupidly blown up when Penny had made her disturbing remark about Ben's… condition. Victoria didn't want anyone reminding her about that other aspect to Ben's maleness that she had carefully screened from her mind.

These thoughts were still running through the confused young girl's head as she approached the dormitory where she and Penny lived with some twenty other girls, a small wooden building in a eucalyptus grove. To get to her room it was necessary to go around to the back of the building. She and Penny had been lucky enough to get the most secluded room in the dorm. Not only did they have a private entrance but the whole back wall of the room was made up of sliding glass doors that opened out onto a small lawn ringed by trees. Victoria noticed as she passed that the drapes were drawn over the windows, which was strange, because Penny was something of an exhibitionist and would often undress with the drapes wide open, saying that no one ever came back behind the building anyhow, so why worry. Penny seemed to be home, since there was the dim glow of a light shining through the curtains.

The young blonde entered an outside door and stepped into a narrow hall that made two sharp turns before it finally ended before the door of her room. She was just reaching for the knob, trying to decide how she would act with Penny when she suddenly froze in shock.

My God, was that a moan she had just heard inside?

The startled girl stood for a moment, frozen into immobility, then suddenly heard it again.

"Oooooohhhhh," the tortured sound floated out from behind the door in front of her, and it was unmistakably Penny's voice! Lurid images of her good friend injured, raped, stricken by some horrible illness flashed through Victoria's mind and she had just broken her reverie and was starting to rush into the room when she heard Penny's voice once again.

"Oooooohhhhh, Jimmy, it feels so good. Suck it harder, stick your tongue up my cunt and make me cum."

A bright flush mounted to Victoria's ivory cheeks as she heard these lewd words coming from her friend's lips just a few feet away. Her roommate had a boy in there and it must be that awful Jimmy Philips who was always smirking at the girls on campus. Victoria detested him because of the way he would often undress her with his eyes, making her feel naked in front of everybody. And now he was in her room, the room she shared with Penny, doing something awful and obscene to her roommate that she could only guess at. The horrified young girl wanted at that moment to get back into the clean night air and was backing slowly down the hall when she heard Penny moan out again.

"God, lick me until I can't stand it anymore and then stick your beautiful cock in me and fill me with cum." Victoria could actually hear Penny panting through the door, her breathing ragged and uneven, giving little choking whimpers like a suffering animal. To her further horror, Victoria found herself unable to move, a kind of tingling numbness stealing over her legs so that she could only stand there in the hall listening to the lewd exciting sounds coming from the other side of the door while her mind formed wild images of what must be going on in that room.

Penny was probably naked, Victoria reasoned, her beautiful body spread in some lewd posture on the bed and maybe Jimmy was naked too, crouched above her, his tousled blond head buried between Penny's slender writhing legs. If Jimmy was naked then he probably had an erection, and the tortured young girl in the hall could not help but wonder just what it must look like. How big was it? How thick? How long? Victoria had seen very few male penises and never one fully erect, except once in a pornographic magazine she had accidentally opened. To the young girl's shocked amazement, she found that the thought of a male penis, even the hated Jimmy's, coupled with the sounds of wanton pleasure coming from her beautiful roommate's lips were causing strange electric tremors to start high up between her trembling legs.

Victoria pressed her thighs tightly together to try to stop the wild feelings growing there but that was a mistake, because the increased pressure on her tender pussy lips only caused new sharp jolts of pleasure to flood up into her now hot little belly. The petrified girl was afraid to make the slightest additional movement so she stood paralyzed, her knees pressed together, her body bent a little forward at the waist, her hands held out from her body in indecision. All this time she could not help but think about what was going on in the other room and how wickedly, sinfully good it must feel to have someone make love to you the way Jimmy was making love to Penny.

Oh God, the tortured young girl thought, if I only had the courage to let a boy make love to me. Many had tried, but each time, Victoria had become frightened by the gasping sound of the heavy uncontrolled breathing of the inexperienced boys, and by the brutal way they pawed her tender young body in their juvenile haste. Victoria knew she needed what Penny was getting in the other room, but something inside her made her draw the line at getting it from a real flesh and blood boy. She knew if she gave in with a boy, he would talk about her, brag to the other boys and she couldn't stand the thought of being the verbal plaything of all the leering young louts on campus. For her it would take a shining Prince Charming, made of dreams, or… her own self.

Almost involuntarily her hands stirred at her sides and moved slowly up to cup her firm, high-set young breasts through her clothes. A little shiver of sensual delight ran through the beautiful coed's vibrant young body as her trembling fingers pressed slowly into the soft resilient flesh. Then her groping fingertips searched for a moment, looking for the growing buds of her hidden nipples and softly, insistently tweaked them into pebble-hard erection while all the time her senses remained glued to the lewdly exciting sounds coming from behind the door.

Unsatisfied with caressing her breasts through her clothes, the now-gasping young teenager slid her hands down to her waist and reached up under her sweater, working her brassiere up and over her quivering breasts, gasping with shock as her cool fingers came into contact with her throbbingly erect nipples. With mad desire, she began to roll the nakedly hardened little buds between her fingertips, her exposed white midriff shuddering from the power of the delicious sensations beginning to permeate her entire body.

Slowly the overwhelmed young girl sank to her knees in the dark hallway, her hand working furiously over her breasts, her head back, her eyes half-closed with passion and the tip of her tiny pink tongue flickering nervously over her full parted lips. Penny's moans from the other room had become louder now, kind of a strangled animal wailing, and through the door her kneeling roommate thought she could make out the obscene wet sucking sounds as Jimmy burrowed his tongue ever deeper into her roommate's cunt.

Victoria was sitting on her heels now and she spread her knees wide, feeling the nylon crotchband of her panties stretch tightly across the soft sensitive flesh of her pubic mound, sensing the smooth material slipping up into the tender cleft between her cuntal lips. The panting girl moved one hand down from her straining breasts and slid it slowly over the velvety skin of her inner thigh, almost gasping aloud as her thumbnail flicked accidentally across her panty-clad clitoris. She then slowly, deliberately, ran her nails up and down over the thin nylon covering her most intimate parts, shivering each time they scratched over the tiny nerve-filled center of her passion. When she could stand it no more, Victoria insistently worked the tip of one finger up underneath the tight legband of her desire-soaked panties and buried it deep between her throbbing pussy lips. The writhing girl did moan out loud this time and froze for a moment, afraid that the lovers in the other room might have heard her, but there was no let-up in the steady chorus of gasps and pants and lewd slurps filtering through the door.

Without waiting a second longer, Victoria thrust her rigid middle finger deep up into her waiting vaginal passage, her whole back arching in answer to the deep flood of liquid pleasure that coursed through her nerves at her own seductive touch. The panting young blonde knelt for a moment, completely still, paralyzed by the exquisite sensations of complete sexual arousal, she felt, then she began to move the finger inside her clasping cuntal orifice in small little circles, stretching the opening wider and wider until she was able to worm in another finger up beside the first.

From behind the door, the sounds of Penny's passion started to assume a regular air as the girl began a chanting moan in response to whatever her boy friend, Jimmy was doing to her. Victoria picked up the rhythm of those passionate gasps and, with the crotchband of her panties twisted out of the way, began to ram her fingers in and out of her own wetly sucking cunt while her other hand danced more and more wildly over her nakedly swollen breasts, massaging them into a painful hardness that she would never have believed possible.

In and out, in and out, the young blonde's wetly glistening fingers flashed, keeping time to her friend's passionate gasps and moans so invisibly near. Victoria was staring straight off into space now, her eyes vacant and unseeing as if her whole soul were focused on some distant horizon. The wild ramming of her fingers into her own pussy increased in tempo as the sounds behind the door grew louder and louder and it was clear to the writhing blonde coed that something was going to have to give soon, either with her or with Penny. Her roommate's choking cries were reaching a crescendo of wild abandon that could only mean she was nearing orgasm while a burning pressure was building, building far up inside Victoria's hotly churning belly, demanding release, demanding that she end it. And then it happened.

"Oh, Jimmy! Ooohhh, G-God… I'm going to cum… going to cum… going to…cuuuuuummmmmm!" Penny's delirious cry came knifing through the closed door and then trailed off into a strangled gasp. Even to Victoria's lust-drugged senses it was possible to hear the wild crashing of the bed springs as the other girl thrashed wildly in completely abandoned fulfillment.

This was the moment her secretly listening roommate had been waiting for and she thrust her fingers as far up inside herself as they would go, almost as if she were trying to puncture some illusory bubble of passion and let out all its wild force. And then it hit her, the first incredible shock of her orgasm. Victoria's straining stomach muscles sucked in as if she had been struck in the belly and her whole body stiffened and arched backward. Trying not to scream out in her passion, the ecstatic young blonde cruelly bit her own lips to choke off any sound as with wide-staring, unseeing eyes, she threw back her head so that the cords in her neck stood out like ropes. She had just enough presence of mind left to thrust her two fingers once more, hard up into her spasming cunt and then she was completely out of control, her body jerking and twitching as wave after wave of hot seething sensations ran a desperate race over her burning nerve-paths. The beautiful young blonde's knees automatically opened wider as if she were welcoming some invisible lover up between them, and then she could feel the hot gush of her own orgasmic juices pouring over her hand, soaking her tight-stretched panties and smearing down over the smooth skin of her quivering young thighs.

Victoria had no idea how long it went on but then she was suddenly aware that there was silence from behind the door to her room and she froze once again, afraid that the two illicit lovers inside might have heard her. But then a low hum of intimate whispering began inside the room, and the kneeling blonde coed knew they were too wrapped up in what they were doing to have heard anything. Still, the now exhausted Victoria realized that she had better not remain kneeling here in the dormitory hallway, her hand thrust obscenely under her panties and her sweater pushed high over her naked breasts.

With a regretful sigh, the satiated young girl pulled her trembling fingers from her sucking vagina. They slithered out wetly, almost as if her pussy did not want them to go and still tried for one last nibble, like a baby's mouth searching for the withdrawn nipple of its mother's breast.

Victoria got shakily to her feet and slid her cum-soaked panties back over her still-throbbing vaginal mound, wincing a little as the material slipped once again between the sensitively swollen cuntal lips. She turned quickly back toward the building entrance, smoothing her sweater and brassiere back down into place as she walked. What she would do, she thought, was take a quick turn around the building to get her breathing under control and then come back to the room again, making as much noise as possible this time. Some little spark of venom inside her prompted her to break up the illicit love-making going on inside the room – her room as well as Penny's. And perhaps the thought of that grinning ape, Jimmy Philips, making love to her roommate in her room – and, horrible thought, maybe even on her bed, was enough to make the young blonde finish her walk quickly and head straight back to the dorm. All the time, though, the self-righteous teenager knew that there was a secret core of jealousy to her emotions, jealousy not of Jimmy, but of the fact that she had to satisfy herself with her own hands while her sexually precocious roommate practically rolled in boys.

CHAPTER THREE

The next morning found Victoria once again out walking, by herself this time. Although the day was just as beautiful as the one before, the young coed walked with her head down, her beautiful blonde hair falling forward so that it half-hid her troubled face. Clearly Victoria was worried. Perhaps in another ten years she might look back on her present problems as almost humorously trivial, but now they loomed before her like a granite mountain.

Of course, the main problem was sex, or the fear-filled anticipation of it. What should she do? What could she do? Like so many other young virgins, Victoria had heard from the time she was a little girl that someday some man was going to do something to her. Something so awe-inspiring and important that at first it could only be hinted at. Over the years a kind of instinctual dread mixed with breathless anticipation had built up in the growing girl's mind, so that now, even though her peer group and various sex-education courses had informed her beyond a doubt of what was going to happen, there was still an inbred aura of mystery and fear about the prospect of her first sexual encounter with a male.

What Victoria had ended up with was a classic case of expectations exceeding the offered realities. The panting fumblings of her teenage male classmates had been miles and miles from the expected earth-shattering revelations on the road past virginity. Although Victoria had many times before become sexually aroused as some young student ran his trembling hands over her ripely budding body, the mere sight of the starving-animal look on his face had been enough to make the sickened girl pull disgustedly away. Eventually she had gained a reputation for frigidity.

In itself the problem would have been bad enough, but living with Penny had made it almost unbearable. Time after time Victoria had had sex waved in her face as her roommate brought home droves of young men. On several occasions Victoria had to leave the room she shared with her dark-haired classmate, knowing it was that or sit by a knuckle-chewing frustration while Penny proceeded to make love to her young man of the moment, not even seeming to care that there was someone else watching.

Victoria's answer to this unwanted vicarious sexual stimulation had been to take refuge more and more often in lonely and secret masturbation, and this was beginning to bother her now. The young blonde was not a particularly guilt-ridden person, and for her, masturbation had begun as a fairly innocent exploration of her developing young body but then slowly developed into a needed and pleasureful release of the tensions that normally accumulate in healthy girls. Even so, she could not help but pick up some of the feelings of guilt that society hung on her forbidden act, and so Victoria had compromised in the past by very seldom relieving her frustration with her own fingers, only in times of the greatest sexual stress, or once in a while as a kind of reward for virtuous activity.

And that was the core of her worry today. Living with Penny made it almost impossible to think of anything but sex and Victoria had been resorting more and more frequently to her emotional pressure-release until her genitals were practically aching from the constant invasion of her thrusting fingers. Right or wrong, something told the confused young girl that this was an undesirable situation and she just didn't know what to do about it. On the one hand she could allow things to continue as they were, but her continual nervousness was already beginning to affect her schoolwork. Or she could take the plunge and let some eager young man seduce her. Even as this thought entered Victoria's young mind it was accompanied by a bolt of unreasoning fear, and she doubted that she would be able to go through with it. How did Penny and other girls like her do it? The young blonde wondered, and asked herself for the thousandth time if maybe there was something wrong with her that kept her from reacting naturally with boys.

With a bitter little chuckle, Victoria let herself think what a ridiculous turnabout had occurred in just one generation. When her mother had been her age it was assumed that all girls but a lost few were virgins when they married. But how different now! It was practically a badge of shame to still be a virgin at eighteen, almost like admitting to some kind of mental or physical defect. And the worst part was that something deep inside Victoria wanted so badly to be made love to, but couldn't find the right conditions to just let it happen. If society was going to change in this direction, the unhappy young girl thought bitterly, it had better develop some institutions to help out people like her who were only willing to take half-way steps. Perhaps there could be a ritual deflowering of young maidens followed by a State School of Fornication Arts. Anything would be better than being made to feel guilty about being a virgin and then punished by the scornful talk of the bragging young bucks who seduced you. The whole system now was so… haphazard, the grim-faced young girl thought to herself. Someday, for better or worse, it would happen to her and she hoped it would leave her with better feelings than some of the disillusioned girls she met. That was one of the truly outstanding things about Penny, Victoria mused. She was so absolutely, unreservedly, unguiltily involved in sex, with the same lack of self-consciousness of a puppy chasing a ball.

Since she had been walking with her gaze absentmindedly fixed on the ground in front of her, Victoria hadn't realized she was approaching Ben Wright and his dog Prince, who were standing together on the top of a small hill. The young blonde would have been amazed if she could have known the thoughts that were steaming and bubbling in her older male friend's mind. Ben had spotted the aimlessly strolling Victoria several minutes ago, and as she approached, the big hulking wreck of a man had kept up a running conversation with the politely listening dog, speaking in an overdone lecture-hall voice.

"Christ, Prince, God must be punishing me for some terrible sin I can't even remember. Something dark and horrible my mind has blotted from memory. Something worse than murder, or incest, or not paying my taxes. Why else would he have put me here in this beautiful place, surrounded by lovely little pussies that I'm forbidden to touch, tortured by constant unobtainable temptation?"

Prince looked up intently at his beloved master, not understanding his words, of course, but sensing he was being included in the man's deepest musings.

"Take that little doll that's coming up the path," Ben continued in a doleful tone. "Little Victoria, with those big blue eyes and that blonde hair and those fantastic tits. How is a man to keep his sanity while he's talking to her? I ask you, Prince," Ben said in mock gravity, continuing in the pompous tone of his old poetry-reading days, "what keeps me from ripping the clothes right off her and taking the precious jewel of her virginity for my own? And she must be a virgin. Any girl that nervous has to be a virgin, the signs of it stick out all over her. In my day, Prince, in my best days, I wouldn't have wasted a moment in liberating her libido." With a heavy hand, he reached down to pat the head of his faithful animal companion and the big dog responded by licking his master's palm.

Prince too had seen Victoria coming and his tail began to wag, because he liked the young girl and often curled up next to her on those occasions when she sat talking to his master, seated cross-legged on the grass with the ease only a young girl can master. Little did the faithful animal know what agonies those talks caused Ben, particularly when Victoria was wearing a pair of brief shorts that would pull tight over her flat-stretched pubic mound and suck up between her legs as she sat. One time Ben had even been able to see a silky wisp of soft blonde pubic hair peeking around the edge of her maddeningly narrow crotch band.

Ben's reputation had not been unknown to the authorities of the college when they were considering him for the post of watchman. When the decision had finally been made to hire him, one of the foremost conditions had been to extract a solemn promise from Ben not to become involved in any questionable behavior with the young coeds on campus. At the time, this had seemed like a joke to Ben. He couldn't imagine any young girl becoming interested in a broken-down old man like himself, but then the friendship had started with Victoria and the sight and smell of her and the soft gentle sound of her voice had brought back sweet memories of the past when he had spent night after glorious night with a seemingly endless stream of just such lovely young creatures.

Well, that stream had dried up, Ben thought to himself, first to a trickle and then fading away completely to a dry channel lined with the bleached rocks of hopeless memories. Once in a while Ben took some of his meager salary and went into town to rent a prostitute for the night, but with the little money he had, he didn't get much back in return. Besides, his mind had stayed stuck on the young ones ever since the days of his greatest glory when they had all been his for the asking. If it hadn't been for the company of his dog, Ben thought he would probably have cracked up long ago. His dog and the whiskey, his faithful life-long companions.

Whiskey had been his downfall and now it was a part of his salvation, the big man thought to himself. He had long ago brought his drinking under control so that he now only drank on his own time. And never enough to turn him into the shambling, swearing, sloppy mess he had once been, but only an amount sufficient to deaden his mind and his senses to the point where he didn't care what happened. He had scheduled for tonight another of his regular binges and it looked like he might need it because he was always depressed after he talked to Victoria, his unobtainable dream. And sure enough, here she came in his direction.

Victoria had finally looked up from her reverie and spotted her two male friends, the one human, the other canine, and headed instinctively toward them. It always made her feel good to talk to Mr. Wright, even if he often did seem a little strange. Sometimes Victoria wondered why the man seldom looked straight at her while they were talking but always seemed to be staring at his fingernails, or the sky, or his dog.

"Hi, Mr. Wright," Victoria said in that clear soft voice that sent chills up and down Ben's spine whenever he heard it. "Hi, Prince," and the young girl gave a delighted little laugh as the big dog ran eagerly to her and jumped up with his feet on her shoulders to lick her face.

"Down, Prince!" Ben ordered. "You're going to get mud all over Victoria's sweater." But what really bothered the middle-aged man was the way Prince and the girl were romping together, Victoria's playful motions causing her full, taut breasts to jump and sway excitingly inside her thin white sweater.

Oh Christ, Ben thought to himself, she's not wearing a bra! The playful scratching of Prince's paws across the nubile young girl's lush breasts had caused her nipples to harden slightly and the sharp little tips stood out clearly through the flimsy synthetic material. For a moment Ben even thought he could see the darker shading of the areolas through the soft white wool. If there was one thing that had turned Ben against Women's Liberation, it was the no-bra movement. God, it was just too cruel a torture to let all that hang loose in front of a horny old man like himself.

Finally Victoria collapsed in a laughing heap on the grass and Prince sank down next to her, his long pink tongue lolling loosely from between his powerful jaws.

"Well, watcha been up to lately?" Ben asked to make conversation.

"Oh, nothing much," his young friend answered vaguely. A slight cloud seemed to come over her beautiful face and then she asked abruptly. "Mr. Wright, do you ever get lonely here?"

The question floored Ben for a moment and he almost began to laugh. Lonely? God, if she only knew.

"Oh, maybe a little," he lied. "But then, I've always got Prince, and he's the best company in the world. Next to you, of course," he gallantly added.

"You don't have to say that, Mr. Wright," the young blonde answered with a pleased smile. "I think I'd be about the happiest person in the world if I had Prince."

The big dog looked quizzically at both of his human companions as he heard them say his name. He was very content at the moment, being in the company of the two persons he loved most.

"Well, I don't know about that," Ben replied, scratching his head as if he were doubtful about the dog. "He can be a lot of trouble. Eats a lot of food, more than I do, and he stays out to all hours chasing after lady dogs. Sometimes I think he's a bad influence on my morals."

"Sounds like me and my roommate," Victoria said grimly.

"You mean you're a bad influence on her morals?" Ben asked, feigning shock.

"Oh, no," the young girl said in alarm and then saw that Ben was kidding her. She and her old friend often played little word games with each other and Victoria found as usual that it was making her feel better.

"Never mind," she amended. "I'm just an old wallflower making jealous sounds."

"The only things you should be jealous of are the sun and the moon," Ben said with continued gallantry, but he began to get an inkling of what it must be that was bothering the girl. She certainly had seemed preoccupied and depressed when he'd first seen her walking. Ben had met her roommate Penny before, and his long years of experience helped him to recognize the sheer sensual drive in the dark-haired young beauty. Even though Ben preferred the gentle young blonde sitting before him, he had to admit that her roommate was the sexiest girl on campus. From what he had seen on some of his night rounds, the old watchman suspected that the sultry young temptress knew what every little part of her body was for. Once she had looked him full in the eye, one of the most challenging, sexual looks that Ben had ever experienced and he had thought his cock was going to explode right through his trousers. What a temptation it had been to proposition the girl, but the stern warning he had received from the Trustees when he took this job made him cautious. As a young instructor he'd long ago learned about the unbalanced young girls that led a man on and then cried rape when you took them up on their invitation. Ben doubted that Penny was one of these warped oddballs, but he just didn't want to take the chance. Ben wondered what it must be like for a seemingly innocent girl like Victoria to live with Penny. Maybe it was time to change the subject – for both of them.

"Say, Miss Victoria, I wonder if you could do me a favor? I have to go into town tonight on some… business and I wonder if you could kind of look after Prince for me? You're the only person I'd think of asking."

"Why, I'd really like that, Mr. Wright," the delighted coed said, a smile of real pleasure coming over her face.

"Great. That takes a load off my mind. What time do you usually get back from the dining hall?"

"Oh, about nine."

"Could I bring him over to your place around nine-thirty then?"