Give Me An A-chapter 2
by Ellen Stephanie Davis

Steve sat by himself and stared out the window from the hallway.  The area also had tables and couches which was a shared common area on the floor overlooking the campus.  His thoughts replayed the moments in the office.  They were so beautiful, and the attention he had from them was so wonderful.  He could still smell traces of their scent.  Stacy and Gloria could of done anything to him.  The wetness seemed to diminish, but he was reminded of the burden that lay ahead of him now, not only was the video they took of him embarrassing, but it was leverage.  The two blackmailing him to do their bidding seemed to turn him on.  The new article of clothing underneath his pants, once again was holding back a growing excitement.

 Steve wondered what was wrong with him for thinking how good it felt when they showered him with all the attention.  Perhaps it was actually the clothes.  Why did it feel so good?  

 He closed his eyes and tried to fight back the emotions filling his head.  This was turning out to be one moment in his life he will never forget. 

 His roommate had a job delivering Pizza’s so in the privacy of his own room it did not take Steve long to be stripped out of his clothes down to the pair of cheerleading panties.  He stood there just soaking in how they looked and felt on him.  The bulge showed his growing excitement.  The evidence of his previous explosion was stained on the front, almost completely dry.  This was so insane, it did feel good. 

 His hand reached down and rubbed the front of his pantied prick, he envisioned both the girls there with him, touching him, rubbing his body.  Imagining both of them getting naked, playing and kissing with him; the briefs were so tight, and his hard on throbbed with each gentle stroke.

Steve pretended that they once again had been dressing him up, asking him those humiliating questions.  Once again playing it all out in his head; his body muscles tensed as he began to have another climax. 

Steve’s’ wave of excitement was quickly flushed away with a wave of guilt.  This can’t be happening he thought to himself.   The fresh soaking growing colder against his skin, letting the robe fall to the floor, he sees the reflection of himself in the bathroom mirror in the colorful clothing.  Focusing on stripping them off and placing them into the sink to hand wash them.  His fingers became sticky with the semen. He was not sure why he even did it but he brought his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean.   Then went to his body to get another sample, which was coating his pubic area, once again raising his fingers to his lips to lick the cum from himself.

His mind floods with forbidden thoughts, as he hears Stacy in his head with the comment about his perhaps enjoying giving a blow job sometime.  What if this was just the first step?  He questioned his sanity as the thoughts flashed through his mind.

Steve washed the uniform briefs out and then decided to take a shower and clean himself off.  Trying to distance the disturbing actions that had occurred just moments before, hoping it was just the thrill of the orgasm which over powered is ability to rationalize.  Like a hypnotic moment at which there was just a complete lack of control.

The rest of the evening his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of getting to wear the cheerleader uniform again, and to be showered with attention from both Stacy and Gloria.  Yearning and desiring to feel the pleasure again. An addiction that was taking a hold on him, and all he could think about was getting his next fix.

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