On the first one, Amber, wearing only white panties, sat with wide parted legs and her friend’s blue knickers in her mouth. Even this pretty innocent photo made her blush.
On the second one was only the profile of her face with outstretched tongue. The tip of the tongue licked over the gusset the same blue, used panties. She asked herself if Amy would find it gross. Amber felt disgusted by herself, but she couldn’t help it. Alone remembering the moment made her all itchy.
And the last one was embarrassing and humiliating. Seeing it caused a twitch in Amber’s pussy and her panties a bit wetter. It showed her squatted on her haunches with wide straddled thighs and her new dildo halfway up her anal hole. With her hands spreading her pussy lips, she exposed the pink flesh inside. Even in the picture, she could see how much her swollen cunt had been and how wet it appeared, dripping with juices. Jessica’s blue panties were pulled over her head, with the crotch over her nose. Only her eyes were showing through the leg openings. Still, it wasn’t all about the photo. Amber also had her special bra on. Her dd-cups bulged through the tight cut-offs of the prepared bra and had colored already dark red because of the limited blood circulation. The recently purchased clamps were put on her nipples.
Amber was aware of the consequences if she sent the pictures. But she couldn’t hold back any longer. The hunger to submit herself to Amy became unbearable. Finally, she opened the communication app, found Amy, and wrote a short message: “I’m sorry, it took so long, Miss.” She attached the pictures, and before deciding otherwise, she pushed the ‘send’ button. After leaving the stall, she felt somehow relieved but also uncertain. Would Amy like it? Or would she find it gross? She wouldn’t show it to anyone, or would she? Questions over questions bothered her.
Back on her seat again, Amber couldn’t stop daydreaming and thinking about the exotic girl. And she couldn’t wait to have the third lecture. Amy studied psychology from what Amber knew, and they had only a few classes together. One of them was the subsequent ‘digital communication.’
Half an hour later, after a short break, the time had come.
Amber took place in the same row in the lecture hall as she always did and waited anxiously until Amy appeared. During the whole time, she hardly spoke, which her friends noticed.
“Everything okay with you?” asked Julie, but Amber didn’t respond, lost in thoughts.
“Mission control to Amber! Anybody home?” asked Julie again and patted her softly on her shoulder.
“Oh, sorry! I’m in thoughts,” answered the blonde.
“I see,” giggled Julie. “You’ve been distracted quite often lately.”
“There a lot of things I have to think about,” answered Amber vaguely. But actually, she was too horny or too nervous to think straight. Maybe both.
Just as she thought the black beauty wouldn’t come, Amy appeared at the door. She looked around briefly, ignoring the blonde’s begging look, chose the row below, and took a seat in a row directly in front of her. The girls’ perfume made Amber weak. She smelled the scent and melted away while her panties moistened.
Once again, Amber didn’t understand a word of what the professor said. She was too distracted. She sat restlessly in her seat, bouncing her leg or constantly changing position. Anger, anticipation, excitement, doped with a proper dose of sexual arousal made her feel like she was on dope. Once again, unconsciously, the blond arched her back, tilting her pelvis and trying to apply maximum pressure on her throbbing clit.
And then, as if she had guessed it, Amy rose from her seat, put the pen and the notebook into her backpack, grabbed the water bottle, and headed to the exit door.
Amber’s heart leaped!
Pretending to have seen an important message on iPhone, she turned to Mackenzie, who sat to her right. “I have to call at home…,” she explained and put her belongings hastily into her bag.
“Sure,” smirked Mackenzie, ambiguously smirking. Mackenzie also glanced with Julie, which Amber did not miss. But her head was too full of other things to bother.
The petite beauty left the lecture hall and closed the door behind her. She was about to hurry to the ladies’ room, but Amy had already waited for her. Leaning with her back against the wall, she pierced Amber again with her green eyes.
“At least you got the hint,” said Amy.
Unlike the other days, the black girl was wearing a white t-shirt under a thighs long, black blouse. And the lipstick on her lips wasn’t black but dark red, blood-like. However, the tight, black mini skirt caught Amber’s attention. The hem reached to the middle of Amy’s thighs but also a palm above her black opaque overknee nylons, displaying a bit of her silky bare skin in between. The blonde beauty couldn’t stop speculating how her skin tasted. She risked once more a glance at the exotic girl.
Amber herself was hot with her heart-shaped face, big breasts, flat stomach, and long legs for her size. And she knew it. But Amy’s fine-limbed body appeared particularly graceful. Her legs, arms, fingers, and even her neck seemed to be extraordinary long. Anyway, you couldn’t get it in shape at the gym. You either had it, or you didn’t, thought Amber with admiration but also a bit of jealousy.
“Come with me,” Amy said.
“Yes, Miss,” answered Amber dragged into reality.
“Not so loud, stupid! Not here! I don’t want to get in trouble,” hissed Amy continuing the walk down the corridor. “Call me Miss only when out of campus or when none around.”
Amber followed the black girl without saying a word, but her heart pounded in her chest, making her almost pant. They passed other students on their way.
The short excursion ended in front of a door. Amy opened the door, and both girls entered the room. Then she closed and locked the door behind her. The room looked like a workshop with a few tables put together tables and seats around. But there was also a chalkboard, a teacher’s desk, a beamer, two computers, and a row of closed lockers on the wall.
“So, slut, before we talk about the pictures you sent me,” began Amy leaning against the teacher’s desk, I want to make a few things clear.” Amber was standing in front of her. To be addressed as slut made her shiver again.
“I study psychology in the third semester, but you should know that I am an experienced observer even without degree courses and can read people well. So, don’t ever try to lie to me. If you do, our relationship, or whatever it is, ends at that moment. And you won’t get a second chance. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Miss,” answered Amber.
“I hate liers. Keep it in mind,” Amy made a short pause, then continued again. “I have been thinking a lot about you, and I must tell, it kind of thrills me,” she explained, and the words made Amber feel delighted. “You are a bit shallow, but it suits your upbringing and intellect, I guess.”
Amber listened to the girl shaming words, feeling embarrassed, but it only fueled her desire. Her wetness spread in her silky panties. “Nevertheless,” continued Amy again, “as a stuck-up little bitch, your mommy raised you to, you are supposed to finish your studies as well as possible, I assume. And I’ll help you with that, in my way. If you fail on tests, exams, projects, or in any other way concerning your education, I will punish you severely. I’m talking about a good old-fashioned corporal punishment, like spanking, strapping, or caning on your bare bottom.”