Believe it or not, I did manage to bring my grades up, and I did manage to make it into college.  As part of my selection process, I got a copy of Playboy’s “College Co-eds” issue and only applied to the institutions that Playboy covered.  I won’t give you the name, but notwithstanding its inclusion in that august journal, it was a good school that didn’t require any influencing on my part to make my parents proud of me.

 

If high school contained a lot of developing adolescent girls, college was loaded with fully mature young women.  And these were women in their sexual prime.  They were very well built, with untarnished bodies and unblemished faces, refreshingly sweet and friendly, and all very interested in a good fuck.  I found that women were attracted to me just because I exuded such self-confidence – the self-confidence that comes from knowing that I could manipulate any interpersonal situation to my advantage if I so desired.

 

So I got a lot of women to come to my bed without having to use my power at all.  But sometimes I just didn’t want to expend the effort the way normal people had to, and I was glad I had that option.  Take Andrea, for example.  She was fairly short, with an olive face and curly brown hair down to her shoulders, smooth legs (when she was wearing shorts) and an attractive pair of breasts, though being somewhat uptight about sex she rarely showed them off.  But Andrea was also good in chemistry and I wasn’t. 

 

We had a homework assignment toward the end of the class which consisted of nothing more than page after page of incomplete chemical reaction formulas.  This plus that plus heat gives you…?  This plus what gives you this and that?  We were supposed to apply all the different methods we had learned during the semester, and I was completely lost.

 

It was 11:30 PM before I finally decided that I wasn’t getting anywhere and I needed help.  I called Andrea.  She agreed to let me come up to her dorm room to work on the assignment, but she didn’t really sound too happy about it.  In her room, she showed me her answers – not to copy, but to use as a reference.  While I was looking at it, the phone rang.  I overheard a male voice, and from what I could see at my end of the conversation, she was happy to hear from him.

 

While Andrea talked, I worked.  But I still wasn’t getting anywhere.  There was the problem, there was the answer, but I couldn’t for the life of me see how she got from one to the other.  Finally I just copied the answer and went on to try the next.  Another brick wall.  I copied that one too.  Realizing now that this was the only way the assignment was going to get done, I threw Andrea a thought: It’s OK for me to copy your homework.  Then I proceeded to copy the whole thing.

 

After fifteen minutes, Andrea got off the phone.  “I’m going out to play tennis.  You can stay here and finish up if you want, just lock the door when you leave.”

 

“At midnight?  You’re going to play tennis at midnight?”

 

“Sure.  It’s an indoor court, the lights are on…”

 

Andrea really looked beautiful at that moment.  I didn’t really want her to have a date with someone else.  I wanted her to stay with me.  I guess I could have used my personal charm to convince her that I was the one she really wanted to date, but it was just easier to use my power.  The path of least resistance, you know?

 

I just smiled at her.  You don’t really want to play tennis.  You’d much rather stay here with me and mess around.

 

“Well,” she shrugged, “I guess I can play tennis tomorrow.  Hey, you done stealing my homework?  Want a beer?”  She went to her mini-fridge and pulled out a six-pack.

 

“I’d love a beer.”  I pulled off my sweater as she handed it to me.  I was going to stay a while too.  You want to seduce me, I thought.

 

Andrea’s expression changed quite quickly then from aloof to friendly.  Then she removed her own sweater, and I’m pretty sure it was intentional that I got a tantalizing glimpse of the underside of her breast.  She turned off her desk lamp and put on a CD, and her expression changed from friendly to sultry.  “Come sit on the bed with me,” she offered.

 

I complied, but kept some distance on the pretense that I hadn’t come here for sex.  She started talking about the music we were listening to – she was really into jazz and she understood chord progressions and key modulations better than I ever would.  Still, I feigned interest.  As we talked Andrea gradually made her way closer to me until our thighs were touching.  Then somehow, she began stroking my leg lightly with one hand while continuing to gesture with the other hand.  I was paying less and less attention to the conversation, aware that her polished fingernails were spending more and more time near my crotch.  Finally I placed my hand over hers. 

 

She continued talking.  “So the augmented ninth he just used leads directly into –“

 

I set her hand directly on my hardening cock and looked her in the eyes.  Mercifully, Andrea stopped talking and looked back at me.  You are hopelessly in love with me, I commanded, and her expression softened.  Our faces moved closer and her eyes partially closed.  Then we touched lips and kissed.  Our arms went around each other, and I could feel Andrea’s breasts pressing against me.  I put my arms under her shoulders and muscled her into place facing me on my lap, which made Andrea very happy.  Then, pulling her top off and unfastening her bra, she invited me to examine her tits with my hands.  I did so, and found them very alluring.

 

So alluring, in fact, that my cock was now straining against my shorts.  Andrea noticed this and said, “I think we have to do something about your problem.”  She stood up, pulling me up as well, and began opening my belt.  She pulled down my shorts and, on her knees now, began sucking my very hard dick.  “Mmmm…so big…so strong…and hot…” – her ministrations served only to turn me on more, to make me bigger, stronger, hotter.  Andrea was losing herself on my manhood.

 

Finally, Andrea stood up and tugged her own shorts and panties down past her smooth skinned legs.  I sat on the bed again and she climbed onto my lap, teasing my tall-standing prick with her dripping pussy.  Then she sat on me and wrapped her arms around my neck, taking my cock deep inside of her.  With a shriek, she began pumping.  I caught hold of her violently bouncing boobs and began licking and kissing them, enjoying their weight, their firmness, their velvety smoothness.  When I began sucking her nipples she shrieked again. 

 

We continued this for a long time.  Then she sought my lips and began pumping harder and faster.  My dick became super hard at that point, and Andrea began to moan and then shriek again with each plunge.  “Oh, do me!  Do me!” she yelled.  Suddenly she gave one last, long scream, and we both climaxed at the same time!

 

Wow!  That was good, I thought.  We kissed again, long and hard.  It couldn’t qualify among my top ten fucks, but it certainly was satisfying.  And I was sure Andrea had never before experienced anything like it.  Hopefully she’d be a little more relaxed about sex now.  The boys around here could certainly use a body like hers.

 

I put Andrea to sleep, picked up my books and left with a soft chuckle.  I had come here for chemistry, and chemistry is exactly what I got.  Too bad I was going to fail the assignment.