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Ben Wa Balls & Butt Plugs
I stayed up in Ithaca the summer after my sophomore year because I wanted to pick up some more language credits. Took a six credit French class. There was a coed in the class - a Jewish, sorority girl whom I'd heard vague rumors about. They said she'd scored 1600 on her SAT's; that she was an exhibitionist who would compete in contests at fraternity parties to see which girl would raise her skirt the highest; that she would X and then go through guys like potato chips; that she had a big collection of sex toys that she would loan out to her sorority sisters on occasion; that sort of thing.
After about the first week or so of classes, we ended up sitting next to each other. There were about 15 students in the class and we all sat around one large rectangular table. The girl, Molly, almost always wore short denim skirts and, if it wasn't too hot, white stockings. She was a slender, waif-like brunette, nearly flat-chested, and sexy as all hell.
Class met twice a day - before and after lunch, and it was brutally enervating. One day, during the second week, Molly wrote "I'm sooo bored" in her notebook and slid it over until it nudged mine. I wrote "Ditto" and then she leaned her leg against mine. I rested my hand just above her knee. She wrote, "Higher." I moved it up just past her stocking and pinch the soft, bare skin there. "Keep going," she wrote.
I cupped my hand right over her panties and pressed into the cleft. She wrote, "Gasp." So I settled into a rhythm rubbing back and forth over her pubic bone, and on each downstroke trying to work more and more material into her. She kept writing - in pencil - her handwriting getting more and more erratic; degenerating from words to pictures to arrows finally to symbols which could only have been some sort of private code. She parted her legs wider and wrote "There! There! I'm, I'm - " then she broke the point of her pencil against her notebook.
And so the summer went. Twice a day we would do this. One afternoon, as we started she wrote "Take my panties off. I have a surprise." She pressed her hands down against her chair and raised herself up a few inches. I slid her panties down past her knees. She pulled one foot through and then spread her thighs. As soon as I touched her, her breathing changed and she wrote, "It won't take long now. Feel inside." She was already very wet and soft. I slid in my middle finger as far as I could and I hit something hard and round and felt a "clink". She wrote "Ben Wa balls. I've been juicy all day." I kept my finger pressed up against the one ball and started spinning it while my thumb strummed over her clit. "Wicked" she wrote. "Wicked." She came after at most two minutes and then she wrote, "Come by my sorority tonight. I've got another surprise." I showed up just after dinner. There were only about fifteen girls staying there over the summer and Molly met me and quickly dragged me up to her room.
"Get undressed," she said. "What's the surprise?" "You'll see," she said, "Just take off your clothes. I'll be right back." And she ran out of her room and headed down the hall.