Blair's Freshman Year
By Volante


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Chapter 6 
 

Wednesday morning, I had to really focus in History 
class. I had to fight to keep Mr. Harrison's huge cock 
out of my mind as he lectured. Not wanting another 
failing grade (also not wanting to disappoint Jana 
after what she had done), I managed to keep taking 
notes and allowed his teachings to sink in. 
 
Later, I arrived at Mrs. Carter's class. Once stowing 
away my books I began to disrobe. Again, everyone 
else just looked at me. 
 
"What?" I said in cocky voice. "You know she is just 
going to have us strip anyway."  
 
Everyone else agreed and Mrs. Carter soon arrived to 
find all of her students naked. As she entered we saw 
that she was accompanied by a man and a woman. They 
were in their early twenties and both were completely 
stunning. 
 
At first all of the classmates were shocked. We were 
all beginning to get used to being naked around each 
other but these two strangers were causing everyone to 
cover themselves. "Stop that," Mrs. Carter said, as 
she undressed. "This is Janet and Marcus. They are two 
seniors here who have graduated my three courses with 
honors and now assist me from time to time as needed." 
 
While introducing them, the two newcomers were also 
began taking off their clothes. Marcus was amazing to 
look at. He was ripped. His body was taught and firm 
without being too muscular. I was afraid I would leave 
a wet spot on my chair if I looked at him too long. 
Janet was an incredible redhead. Her body was just as 
amazing as Marcus'. This was a great looking couple. 
 
Interrupting us from drooling over the guests, Mrs. 
Carter said, "Today our daily grade is going to be 
based on a pop-quiz." She produced a stack of papers 
form her briefcase. She handed the papers to Janet who 
then passed them out to the rest of the class. 
Meanwhile, Marcus was handing everyone a clipboard to 
write on since we had no desks. 
 
I looked down at the papers handed to me. It was 4 
pages thick. That's one hell of a pop-quiz, I thought 
to myself. 
 
"Do not begin until I say," Mrs. Carter instructed. 
"This will be a timed test. You will have 30 minutes, 
at which point I will ask you to stop and turn in your 
work." 
 
The entire class groaned. Only 30 minutes to finish a 
four-page test? 
 
"You may begin." She said. 
 
I read the first question. I was asked to write a 
paragraph detailing my opinion of homosexuality. As I 
placed my pen to the paper to write, I saw Janet lay 
back on Mrs. Carter's desk. Marcus then knelt in front 
of her and began to eat her out. Everyone's attention 
was directed to the beautiful couple as Janet moaned. 
 
Marcus didn't spend much time playing with her pussy 
before he stood up and walked around to her. She 
reached over and took his cock in her hand. Stroking 
the shaft, she stuck the tip of his dick in her mouth. 
Marcus closed his his eyes as penis became erect. I am 
sure all of us girls were moistening ourselves below 
as Janet sucked on his 8 inch cock. 
 
Remembering the test, I somehow managed to write a 
paragraph for the first question. Moving on to number 
two I heard Janet moaning loudly. I looked up and saw 
Marcus had moved again and was standing at the end of 
the desk pushing his cock into Janet's bald pussy. 
 
"Oh, God yes." She moaned. "Fuck my pussy!" No one 
was paying any attention to their test. "Fuck me! Fuck 
my pussy with your hard cock." 
 
Marcus was spurred on my Janet's lewd commands and 
began pumping into her faster and harder. 
 
"Do you like that?" Janet said in sultry voice 
between moans. "Do like the way my pussy feels? Stick 
that cock into me and fuck me hard!" 
 
"Oh yeah, baby," Marcus replied, breathing heavy. 
"Your pussy feels good. Good and tight and wet." 
 
They continued to encourage each other on. I glanced 
at the clock. We only had 10 minutes left. I scribbled 
furiously writing an answer for question two and three. 
I had only just finished page one! 
 
"Yes! Stick it in my ass!" I heard Janet scream. 
Looking up again, I saw Janet now bent over the desk 
and spreading her ass checks apart while Marcus was 
aiming his cock toward her back door. Marcus slowly 
inserted the tip of is cock into Janet's ass. 
 
The rest of the class was torn as well; every now and 
then someone would start to write on their paper but 
would soon be distracted by the couple's activities. I 
know I was getting hot from watching these two and was 
sure the rest of the class was as well. 
 
"God almighty, that feels good!" She cried. He pushed 
forward more and more until he all the way in. "Fuck 
my ass, you fucker! What are you waiting on? Fuck it! 
Fuck me!" 
 
Marcus obeyed and steadily pulled in and out of her 
rectum. "You like my cock up your butt? Do you? You 
like a nice hard shaft sliding in and out of your ass, 
baby?" Marcus taunted her back. 
 
Janet was practically yelling now. "Cum for me, baby. 
I want to taste your cum? Can you do that for me?" 
 
Marcus pulled his cock out of her ass and quickly 
moved to her face. He began to spurt is cum directly 
into Janet's open mouth. "Mmmm" she moaned. 
 
"That's it, baby." Marcus said, "Drink my cum. Get it 
all and swallow it." 
 
When she had swallowed all there was, she sat up and 
the two of them picked up their clothes. The class was 
in complete silence as they got dressed. Breaking the 
hypnotic spell they had created, Mrs. Carter emerged 
from the back of the room and said, "Time's up. Please 
turn in your papers." 
 
Mrs. Carter walked around the group grabbing 
everyone's unfinished test. Janet and Marcus left the 
room. She sat down on top of her desk and riffled 
through the papers. She occasionally would stop and 
read an answer and then continue flipping through the 
tests. 
 
"This is horrible." She exclaimed. "Not only did none 
of you finish but no one even got past the first page. 
On top of that I can hardly read anyone's 
handwriting." 
 
Still in shock from the performance we had been 
given, no one contested her statements. "This is 
college, for crying out loud! You expect to graduate 
from college doing work like this! I am ashamed to be 
your professor." She stood up and threw the tests in 
the trash. 

We then knew that the sex performance was all just a 
set up. We weren't expected to have performed well 
under those conditions. 

James raised his hand. "This is actually the test, 
right? You are just trying to make a point about 
something."

Mrs. Carter shrugged her shoulders
 
"This is all just a joke, right?" He asked. "This was 
all a set up." 
 
Mrs. Carter looked at him quizzically, "Whatever do 
you mean, James." 
 
"We weren't meant to finish that test," James snapped 
back. "The real test is to see how we would react to 
the performance by Janet and Marcus." 
 
"Performance?" What Performance?" She asked. 
 
"The two of them fucking. It was staged act to 
distract us from the test." He said speaking 
confidently." 
 
Mrs. Carter cocked her head slightly, "Are you 
suggesting that I arranged to have them fuck while you 
were taking your test? What if I only asked them in 
here to help oversee the room during the quiz? Perhaps 
they just wanted to fuck to decided to do it here and 
now." 
 
James paused for a moment, "Let me get this straight. 
Janet and Marcus came in here and just decided to jump 
each others bones in front of everyone without be 
asked to do so. Is that what you are saying?" 
 
"It's possible," replied Mrs. Carter. 
 
Grinning, James asked, "So if two people just want to 
walk in here and fuck each other in front of 
everybody, you don't mind?" 
 
Replying in a non-chalant tone, she said, "Who am I to 
stop them." 
 
"What if it distracts the rest of us from what we are 
doing?" He rebutted. 
 
"No one insisted that you watch what they did. If you 
didn't finish your test it's no one's problem but your 
own." 
 
"So, if me and a girl wanted to fuck each others 
brains out in the middle of class, you wouldn't stop 
us?" James asked.

"Ahh," Ms. Carter smiled. "But you are a student in my 
class, they were not. Your task was to take the test. 
It would hardly be appropriate for you or any other 
student here to do anything other than do what is 
asked by your professor."

Everyone was pondering what she said. I knew she was 
looking for us to challange her but I couldn't find a 
way to poke through her twisted logic. 

"Suppose," Ms. Carter eventually spoke, "that a 
janitor had been in here mopping the floor while you 
took the test. Would that have distracted you?"

Most everyone shook their heads.

"So why do we, and I don't mean just this classroom, 
feel so strongly toward sex?"

A couple of students raised their hands but Ms. Carter 
motionted for them to drop their arms. "The answer is 
obvious, but I am curious to see what conclusions you 
reach. I am assigning you with your first major 
project due one week from today. I want each of you to 
perform an experiment of some fashion involving 
someone other than a student of one of my classes. 
What you do and how far you go is up to you, but the 
topic must centered around societies acceptance or 
reactions to sex."

Erin asked, "Are you asking us to have sex in front of 
someone else?"

Ms. Carter laughed, "Absolutly not. But you could 
choose to do that if you wish. Be creative." She stood 
from off the desk and began to dress. "Three pages due 
on Wednesday next week for a major grade. Remember you 
have this upcoming Monday as Labor Day holiday so no 
class. Also there will no class this Friday. I have a 
meeting that I must attend. So I guess I will see 
everyone next week." She left the room with everyone 
deep in thought as to their project.





I met with Carol for lunch, eager to swap ideas for 
our first project. I wasn't surprised to find her 
slightly nervous and on edge. "Blair," she told me as 
we took our seats in the cafeteria, "I have no idea 
what to do about this."

I placed my hand on her wrist in a gesture of support. 
She was in obvious turmoil. "I don't think I can take 
much more of this."

"What?" I asked. "Being naked?"

"No. Well... Yes that, and the constant onslaught of sex 
we are being exposed to. I wasn't raised to act like 
that."

I suddenly realized that I had never talked with Carol 
about her life before starting college. Nothing of 
importance anyway. "Tell me about your life back home, 
Carol."

Seeing sympathy in my eyes she opened up, "Mom and Dad 
were very strict. We lived a very routine and 
regimented life. Dinner was always ready at 6 o'clock 
when Dad got home from work."

"Did your Mom work?" I interupted.

"No, she stayed at home and watched after me and my 
younger brother. My Dad is a construction foreman and 
made decent money, so Mom never needed to get a job. 
They were never abusive in anyway to me or my brother 
but..."

"But what?"

"I wanted out. I realized going into high school I was 
smart enough to get an acedemic scholorship and I 
studied hard to get it. The town I am from is tiny, 
only 2 traffic lights. My Dad insisted on living in 
the country. He could have afforded to move closer to 
the city but he and Mom enjoyed a slower pace at home.

"All through high school all I could dream about was 
moving to a larger place with more people. New 
friends. New places to explore. And now that I am 
here.  I'm scared. I am so jealous of how easily you 
have adapted to Ms. Carter's lifestyle so far. I truly 
wish that I could be as open as you, but I can't. 
Everything that's happening to me is already 
programmed into my brain to be wrong."

I gathered my thoughts here. I wanted to present my 
case to her without missing a step. "Carol, first of 
all, let me admit that I am having a lot of trouble 
adjusting as well. I may not show it but the struggle 
is still there. But like you, I also want to 
experience the new freedom we have as freshmen in full 
force. I didn't come here expecting to be naked more 
than I was clothed. I didn't expect to jack-off a guy 
in class as a requirement. But I look at Ashley and 
Jana and I am envious of them."

Our food was completely forgotten as we talked. We 
were both grateful to have a fellow freshman so close 
to confide in. "Carol," I asked at one point, "How did 
end up staying with Ms. Carter anyway?"

She broke a small grin, "Believe it or not, I sought 
her out."

"What? Did you know about..."

"Actually, I did," she confessed. "My best friend in 
high school has a sister who graduated two years ago 
who was a resident of Ms. Carter's house. After I 
heard about it, it was all I could think about. What 
better way to rebel against my strict upbringing? But 
now, I'm not sure it was a good idea."

I was beginning to get an idea. "Let me ask you a 
question, Carol. The other day you told me that you 
liked watching James ejaculate. Tell me now, did you 
really and truly enjoy it?"

"Yeah, it was great." She replied.

"Did you get excited?"

"Well." She began to blush. "Yeah, a little."

"Why?"

She laughed at me, "Now you are acting like Ms. 
Carter."

I nodded, "Maybe, but were excited because you were 
handling a penis or were you excited because that's 
what you were being told to do their was too much 
pressure to back out?"

"What?" She blurted out.

"Is it possible that you have been so conditioned by 
your upbringing to percieve sex as a negative thing 
but also your natural human instinct desires it. So 
the only way you can find enjoyment of sex is when you 
have no choice. If the element of your consent is 
removed could you enjoy your sexuality?"

She was looking at me dumbfounded. "Are you suggestion 
that I would enjoy being raped?"

"Not at all," I explained. "But suppose you were to 
willingly surrender to someone you trusted. What if 
you consented, but only to relinquish control? That 
way you couldn't blame yourself for stepping outside 
the lines of your mind percieves to be wrong."

There was a look of realization on her face, "You may 
actually have something there. If I was with someone I 
trusted I could agree to be submissive and have my 
free will removed from the encounter. That way there 
would be no perception of guilt because I would no say 
in what was happening to me. Then... then I could relax 
and enjoy it. I could have sex without feeling guilty 
or dirty."  She paused then laughed softly.

"What?"

"I can't believe that someone intellegent enough to 
understand that train of logic would have issues deep 
enough to require such a strange solution. But...  
there's a problem. I don't know any of the guys here 
well enough to even consider that."

I shot her a wicked smile, "Who says it has to be a 
guy?"

Her jaw fell open, "Who? You?"

"No, not me. well I guess I could, but that isn't who 
I had in mind."

"Who, then?"
 
"Jana." I said. "She can be very dominate."

"Really? I don't know. I'm not into women."

"I'm not either," I encouraged. "But in the past two 
weeks it has been shown to me that another woman can 
be a pretty good substitute for a guy when a girl gets 
needy."

"Blair! Oh, my. Have you really? You've been with 
another girl?"

It was my turn to blush. "Yeah, I have already done my 
obligatory college roomate experimenting."

"Wow, who was it? Ashley or Jana?'

I smiled, "Both."





After we split up and I got back to the house I 
realized that neither one of us discussed our 
projects. I looked around the house hoping to find 
Jana or Ms Carter but neither were home yet. I went to 
my room to complete my home work assignments and later 
started brainstorming ideas for a project.

Since it had to involve a person outside of Ms. 
Carters class I was stumped. I didn't really know 
anyone very well here on campus. Although, I was 
enjoying all of the new experiences, I wasn't willing 
to go slutting around and bang some guy. At least not 
yet, I laughed to my self.

Then it occurred to me, I was going home to visit Mom 
over the Labor Day weekend. Perhaps there was someone 
back home? I thought about it. There wasn't anyone 
back home that I was willing to have sex with either.

"Perhaps I'm thinking about this the wrong way," I 
thought to myself. "After all Ms. Carter did say that 
she wasn't expecting us to just go out and fuck some 
one. The theme of the project was basicly societies 
taboos." I finally decided to just wait and see if the 
weekend offered any oportunies on it's own. If nothing 
had happened by Sunday morning I would buckle down 
then and force something.

Later that afternoon, as I was sunning myself in the 
pool, I was joined by Jana and Ashley. As we floated 
on our rafts I told them of my earlier conversation 
with Carol.

"Damn, girl!" Jana said. "Your only a freshman of two 
weeks and you reached that conclusion on your own?"

I wasn't sure if I should be proud or embarrassed. 
"What do you think?"

Jana replied, "Ms. Carter and I had already reached 
that conclusion based on the first day you and her 
were required to go nude around here. Carol told me 
her whole story that afternoon and I later told Ms. 
Carter. But we didn't want to overload her too much at 
once, but you. You are the quickest person to get into 
gear ever. First, you were told of the naked rule 
before your first week was even over. Then, you have 
your first taste of woman a day or two later. You 
didn't run away in horror at the treatment I gave you 
the other night. And now you break through a reserved 
girls defences in what we had planned to do over the 
next three months."

"We didn't actually do anything," I offered. "Carol, 
and I just talked about it."

"Yes, but you put the seed in her head and she didn't 
shut down or back away."

"So," I said basking in the admiration of my 
roommates, "What kind of prize do I win?"

"Prize?" Jana laughed. "How about a razor and a can of 
shaving cream."

Both of the girls could tell that I did not understand 
what she was refering to. So Ashley decided to clue me 
in. "Your pussy, Blair. You sooo need to shave that 
hair off."

I blushed and stole glances at their shaved mounds. 
"Maybe." I said.

"Fuck maybe." Ashley said and jumped off of her raft. 
She swam to edge, climbed ut of the pool and quickly 
dried off. Moments later she disappeared inside as I 
shouted at her, 

"Where are you going?" I looked to Jana who simply 
shrugged her shoulders.

Ashley returned a few minutes later carrying a medium 
sized bowl. She shouted at me, "Out of the pool you 
hairy clam!"

"Oh, God, what have I gotten myself into now?" I asked 
rhetoricly to Jana.

Jana laughed, "Looks to me like you're about to join 
the bald beaver club."

I paddled my float to the edge and climbed out. Ashley 
motioned for me to lie down on one of the deck chairs. 
I adjusted the arm rests down out of the way and took 
a seat. AS I slide down and opened my legs to give 
Ashley access I said jokingly, "Just a little off top, 
please."

"A little my ass," Ashley giggled. "It's all gonna go."