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************************* Read Me First *****************************  
My erotic fiction stories are for adults only.  If you are not at 
least twenty one years old, please do not read this story. It contains 
explicit sex and is not to be read if you are underage or live where 
it is illegal to do so.  The characters and places in my stories are 
completely fictional and any resemblance to anyone or anything real is 
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Mrs. James Wentworth Preston  (a Pen Name)  Copyright 2001           
************************ Thank You **********************************

Mrs. James Wentworth Preston - Chapter 58 - The Reception

************************* Story Prolog ************************
Hello!  My name is Justine.  My stories are about the sexy things my family 
and friends do. I just write down what they tell me and sometimes the tales 
are completely new to me.  They're often really unusual, but they tell me that 
they're true!

My husband James and I live in small-town USA with my Son Junior, he goes to 
College, and my sexy eighteen year old Daughter, Maryann.  This chapter is 
about the Honors Reception for Junior and his love, Emily.  A lot happens at 
Bob and Patty's house, on Whispering Pines Ridge, just off campus.  Bob is 
James' long, lost cousin and Junior's Professor in college.  Patty is his 
wife.  Louise is Junior's Aunt and Heather is his cousin. Kate is Dean Stevens 
of the Biology Department at the University.  There's a whole bunch of folks 
at the reception, including the University President Dr. James and his Wife 
Claire, Dean Collins and his Wife Thelma, and Dean Sandra Watson of the Honors 
College.  Doctors John and Susan Stanford are Emily's guardians.

This tale begins with Junior, before they have to get dressed for the 
reception, teaches Emily about tickle attacks.  Later James gets very close to 
Emily and they have a heart-to-heart chat.  Junior and Emily learn some 
surprising things about Emily's guardians after they pick them up at the 
airport.  At the wonderful reception, John and Susan make a surprise 
announcement, then, as Junior drives them to the after-reception dinner at Bob 
and Patty's house, they make another surprise announcement to Junior and 
Emily.

I hope you'll enjoy the story.  Previous chapters can be found in the archives 
at ASSTR.  Do a SUBJECT LINE SEARCH in the ASSM section and search on MRS JWP.  
If you have any difficulty, send me a note and I'll forward to you some step 
by step instructions that Junior wrote.  All those options and stuff in ASSTR 
are confusing, but Junior's instructions are easy to follow!
******************* Thanks for reading my stories *********************
******************* Mrs. James Wentworth Preston *******************

Mrs. James  Wentworth Preston

Chapter 58

The Reception


At the Wentworth home, sex had been the major pastime while Justine, Louise, 
and Heather were at Kate's house for a sex party.

While Patty enjoyed the affections of both her Husband Bob and his cousin 
James out on the patio, Emily and Junior walked hand-in-hand into his bedroom.  
Inside they kissed, Junior in his shirt and Emily still nude, carrying her new 
telephone.

Junior broke the kiss and, because he'd made the bed earlier, he told Emily, 
"You pull down the covers on this side and I'll do the other side.  Meet you 
in the middle."

They met and Junior enfolded Emily in his arms.  He was in the mood for a 
long, slow, romantic love-making session.  Emily too was less sexually excited 
than needing some cuddling and romance.  It was a coincidence, but a happy 
one.  Emily raised her lips for a kiss and received a long, gentle one from 
Junior.  She broke the kiss and nuzzled into his shoulder and neck.

"I love you James Wentworth Preston Junior.  I love your family too.  Your Dad 
is really nice.  So is your Mom!"

Junior waited for more and when there wasn't any, he said, "Good!"

After a few minutes of cuddling, Junior told Emily, "My Dad wants to fuck 
you!"

"Mmmmm!" is all Emily said.

Junior was stroking her hair, her wonderful smelling hair.  After a few 
minutes Emily said, "Your Mom too!"

Junior thought about that and replied, "Really?"

Emily sighed, "She told me.  She touched my breasts and clit.  I came faster 
that you can say 'Emily's a slut!'.  God, I couldn't believe how much she 
turned me on.  She's just like you!  She knew I was hot!  All she did was 
touch my nipples briefly then teased my clit for a second.  I exploded into a 
big cum."

The both lay quiet for a while and Junior thought maybe she'd fallen asleep.  
When he felt her hand encircle his cock, he was assured that Emily was far 
from asleep.  Even though she just held his cock in her warm hand, it began to 
swell.

Emily giggled, squeezing his cock a little bit, "That's neat!" she said adding 
her other hand to the first around Junior's cock.

"Mmmm Hmmmm!" Junior moaned, his cock getting harder and harder in Emily's 
sexy two unmoving hands.

"Goddess above!  It's beautiful!" Emily said softly.  "Like magic!  It grows 
and grows!  Is it always like this?"

"No, my cock has never been like this," Junior replied with a chuckle.  "Never 
in my lover's hands as she watches it grow hard."

"How does it feel?"

"Good!  My cock feels good!  But it also feels the need for more!"

"More of what?"

"Tightness.  Hot wet tightness!  Surrounding it, loving it!"

Emily lifted and looked in Junior's eyes, "Are you telling me that your cock 
wants a hot wet tightness to surround it with love?"

"Yes!  That's it exactly. . . . God!  Emily!" Junior cried as he felt her 
mouth surround his cock and move quickly down until the cock head was in her 
throat.

The feeling was fantastic!  But just as quickly, she pulled off and was lying 
back with her head on the pillow, looking him in the eyes again.

"Is that what your cock felt it needed?" Emily said with a grin.

"Yes, only. . . . only. . . . "

"More?" she asked.

"Yes," he croaked, "More!"

Emily twisted one hand on his cock one way, the other the other way!  "Piggy 
cock!  Always wanting more!" she giggled as Junior's erection melted away with 
the unromantic counter-friction.  "What does Mr. Cock feel now?"

Mr. Cock feels nothing!  The feeling has left!  It is moving!  Moving!  It has 
moved to. . . . to. . . . to the fingers!  Yes!  The fingers!" Junior flexed 
his fingers dramatically in Emily's face to demonstrate his fingers getting 
'The Feeling!'.  "Ah, the fingers have it!  Yes they have it!  What is 'It'?  
Why, it's a. . . . a. . . . a TICKLE ATTACK!!!!"

Junior quickly began to tickle Emily's sides, underarms, and belly.  Emily, 
having never had Brothers or Sisters to treat her to 'Tickle Attacks', much 
less parents since she was six, was unprepared.  Unlike Junior, who was 
subject to his Sister's 'Tickle Attacks' for years as a young teenager, Emily 
was caught completely flat footed!  She soon figured out what the 'Tickle' 
part meant, but it was too late when she realized what the 'Attack' part 
meant.  Junior had her 'Whooping' and screaming, "Don't!  Don't!  Junior!  
Don't!"  Emily had no chance but to curl up in a ball facing Junior from the 
far edge of the bed, screeching in laughter whenever or where ever Junior 
simply touched her.

"You give?" Junior asked Emily, fingers threateningly twitching in her face.

"Yes!" Emily stammered out, still heaving from her laughter.  "I give!  I 
give!"

"Mr. Cock isn't so sure you do!  Mr. Cock says you were mean!  Mr. Cock says 
that you should be Tickled more!"

"NO!  No!  I'll be good!  'It's okay, Mr. Cock' " Emily addressed Junior's 
cock as if it could hear, "I'll be good!  Yes Mr. Cock!  I'll be very good to 
you!!"

"Mmmm?  Mr. Cock says you lie!  Mr. Cock says that you still laugh!"

"I laugh because you keep tickling me!" Emily gasped.  "Mr. Fingers is being 
nasty!" she giggled.  "Stop!  STOP!  MR COCK!  MAKE MR. FINGERS STOP!" Emily 
howled between her laughter.

Junior changed tactics immediately.  Instead of tickling, he changed to 
caresses.  His hands smoothly ran down her thighs to her knees, then down to 
her ankles, then back up to where her pulled up legs met her crossed arms, 
covering her tits.  Only her boobs were bigger than her arms as she shielded 
her sides and underarms with her hands.  On his fourth trip down and back, 
still eliciting a few whoops and laughs from now over-ticklish Emily, he 
jumped from going up to her knees onto the large uncovered globes of her 
breasts.  Emily's eyes widened and took one hand from her side to ward off the 
boob intruder.  By moving her hand and arm, that left a nipple exposed, which 
Junior immediately caught in his other hand, rolling and pinching it lightly.  
Emily's reaction was to use both hands to try and dislodge those fingers from 
her sensitive nipple.  That left the other breast totally unprotected and 
Junior moved his other hand to tease the exposed aureole and nipple.

"Oh Goddess Above!" Emily gasped, surrendering to Junior's loving of her over-
stimulated body.

Junior recognized her lust overtaking her laughter.  Quickly he removed his 
hand from the closest breast and replaced it with his mouth.

"Ahhhh!  That's nice," Emily gushed.

Junior's unused hand found a new stimulus point, her hot cunt.

"Oh YESSSS!" Emily cried as Junior's fingers danced up and down her pussy 
lips, twisting them when he found his fingers over the hiding place of her 
clitoris.  The labia swelled with blood, splaying apart to display the moist 
pink interior of her vulva and the clitoral hood.  Junior used his small pinky 
to trace slowly up and down, stopping at the bottom before the vaginal opening 
and at the top before reaching the clit.  He switched breasts and hands, the 
new hand used the fore finger to caress the inner pussy.  The thumb joined the 
forefinger in lightly pinching and teasing the outer labia.  Using Emily's 
natural lubrication, of which there was plenty, the inner labia were similarly 
teased.  Junior felt her clit bump under the heel of his hand and ground down 
on it gently.

The effect was instantaneous!  "Junior!  Fuck me!  Fuck me please!" Emily 
begged, her hips humping up in lust.

Totally surrendering to the sensations of tit and nipple sucking, as well as 
pussy pleasing finger teasing, Emily used both hands to pull Junior's lips to 
hers to kiss.  As they kissed, Junior slowly pushed a fat forefinger into her 
tight vagina to massage her G-Spot!

"OHHH  FFFUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKK!" Emily stammered as a big pent-up cum blasted 
through her!"

Junior pulled his finger out of Emily's cunt and pushed two back in, massaging 
gently again on her G-spot, mashing his palm down hard on her clitoris!

"Aaaahhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeee!" Emily screamed, the  sensations were too 
much as she rocketed into full orgasm!

Junior, loving a cumming woman for fucking, hopped over her now splayed legs, 
knelt, pulled Emily's hips to the proper position, lined up his cock, and 
pushed it into Emily's hot wetness.

"Oh Darling!" Emily sighed.  "I love yo. . . . " the rest blocked out as 
Junior kissed her deeply!  Emily's arms and legs automatically wrapped around 
her lover.

The rest was typical Junior.  He fucked her slowly, lovingly.  Emily floated 
in happy big  'O' land, cumming and cumming and cumming.  When Emily was 
fucked out, Junior relaxed, lying still, his cock hard within her, propped up 
on his arms and knees, weight off her but still touching.  He flexed his cock 
and got no response.  He waited.  He flexed again, and again got no response.  
Junior waited some more, and flexed his cock again.  This time she responded, 
a small squeeze back.  He waited some more, then flexed again.  A strong 
squeeze was returned.

Emily still had her eyes closed as Junior pulled out of her juice slickened 
love tunnel.  He pulled completely out!  Then pushed in slightly, then pulled 
back again, completely out, his cock head laying nicely on her spread inner 
labia at the entrance to her vagina.  Again he pushed in, not so far as to pop 
his cock head in, and then pulled out again.  He repeated it again and then 
again until Emily's hips lifted for more penetration.  Junior noticed and 
pulled out even further, preventing Emily's hips from engulfing him without 
his action.  Emily's hips settled back to the sheet beneath her ass and Junior 
again poked part of his cock head in and then quickly withdrew.  He kept this 
up until he felt Emily's thighs tense.  When Emily's hips snapped up, he was 
ready and moved back easily.  This was another game he'd practiced with his 
Mother and Sister, the slo-fuck.

When Emily had fully relaxed again, Junior pushed his cock in again!  This 
time his cock head popped inside her vagina, causing Emily to gasp out loud!

"Oh!  Junior!" Emily cried.

Junior kept up his slo-fucking, pulling all the way out and popping his cock 
head back in, until Emily kept trying to fuck up at him and begged him to fuck 
her completely.

"Please!  Please honey!  Fuck me!  Please!" Emily pleaded, kissing his face, 
arms and legs writhing about his back and thighs.

"You want to get fucked?"

"Yes!  Yes!  Fuck me!  FUCK ME!"

"Hard and fast?"

"Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Hard and fast!  Fuck me!  PLEASE FUCK ME!"

"And you'll submit to me?"

"Yes!  Yes, I'll submit!"

"Always?"

"Yes!  Always!  Now, FUCK ME!" Emily cried out loudly.

"Mr. Cock agrees.  He thinks you're worthy of his cum.  Are you worthy?"

"Yes!  Yes I'm worthy Mr. Cock!  Give my your cum!  I'll keep it warm and love 
it truly.  Really Mr. Cock, I want it!  I need it!  I WANT YOUR CUM!"

"Mr. Cock says you should get ready for a hard, fast fuck.  Are you ready?"

"Yes!  I'm ready!  Fuck me!  FUCK ME!  Aaaahhhhhhhhiiiiiiieeeeeeee!" Emily 
screamed as Junior slapped his cock into Emily, who raced into a massive 
orgasm.  Junior stopped trying to pleasure Emily.  Now the best he could do 
for her was to cum.  Again and again at full stroke, he pushed his cock head 
into her womb through her cervix.  He felt Emily's nails dig into his back as 
she climaxed again and again.  Emily's libido was ruling her now.  Her hips 
rocked and rolled, snapping up as Junior withdrew, then her vaginal muscles 
clamped down with powerful squeezes as he slammed back into her.

Emily was beside herself, cumming and cumming and cumming.  One big wave of 
cum was replaced by another, slamming her against the sweet sands of the 
island of 'O'.  When Junior felt his cum rising, he fucked into her the 
hardest and fastest of all, ramming his cock head through her cervix, 
exploding within a hot, fiery jet of sperm!

Somehow, by the way Junior got all ridged at once, perhaps, Emily knew what 
was going to happen.  She rolled her hips up for the deepest possible 
penetration, loosened her grip with her arms and legs to get the best grasp on 
Junior, pulled him deep inside her with every muscles she had, and felt the 
'pop' of his cock head into her womb and the first spurt of his cum on her 
inner womb.

"Mmmmmaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!" Emily moaned in ecstasy as a monster cum washed over 
her, teeth clenched and every muscle quivering in response.

Again and again Junior fucked into her womb, jetting his hot love lava.  Emily 
was beyond speech now, she could only gasp for air as she bobbed on a sea of 
orgasms.  Her head spinning with pleasure and stars of joy, Emily passed out.

Junior too was finished.  He lay atop of Emily, totally spent.  When he came 
to his senses, he rose again back up on his arms and knees, finding Emily 
fully  relaxed, fucked out again.  With careful effort, Junior untangled 
himself from Emily's limbs and got off her, moving to one side.  He gathered 
her into his arms and they slept with the peace and happiness of young lovers.


****************************

Out on the patio, Patty's fucking was quicker and less fulfilling than Emily's 
and Junior's loving.  Bob lay underneath her as he fucked her cunt while James 
above fucked Patty's ass.  They all had good cums, Patty several, and they 
were soon back in the pool, sexually satisfied.  They listened as Emily 
screamed her joy, each wishing that it was they who'd caused that scream.

"I'm going to let you two have your fun," James said to Bob and Patty as he 
left the pool.  "I've got to get out the wireless telephone chargers.  I've 
got two for each of you, one for your office and one for home.  I'll put them 
on your dressing table.  You can set them up where you want and take the 
second units to your offices tomorrow."

James went upstairs to find the charger units.  He saw through the open door 
that Junior and Emily were cuddled tight, sleeping.  'Good for them,' he 
thought.  'This is going to be a hectic afternoon for them both!'  He got out 
the charging units for Bob and Patty, took them downstairs to their bedroom 
like he'd told them, leaving them on their dressing table with a note 
explaining that each had one for home, the other for their office.  He went 
back upstairs and got one ready for Emily's use.  He decided to write Emily a 
note, explaining the charger unit, so he could leave it for her in her room.  
He wrote the note and went into her room to set it on her dressing table with 
her charger unit, but was surprised by her naked presence.

"Hi James," Emily said, standing nude in front of her lover's Father.  He'd 
seen her naked at the pool, but this meeting in her bedroom was quite 
different.

"Ah. . . . Hi!" James stammered.  It had been a long time since he'd been 
tongue tied, but the sight of his Son's nude lover had him grasping for words.  
"I'm sorry, but I thought you were sleeping.  I mean, over there, across the 
hall with Junior.  I just brought in the charger unit for the wireless 
telephone unit I gave you.  I even wrote this note," he showed Emily the piece 
of paper, "and I was just leaving."

"I see.  Perhaps if I slip into my gown," Emily picked up her robe and put it 
on, "maybe you'll stay and chat for a few minutes."

"Oh!  Well, sure.  I mean, that would be all right with me!" James replied.

"Why don't you sit down James.  I'd like that.  We need to talk!" Emily said, 
knowing that she had the upper hand now, but trying to be gracious.

"Yes, yes!  That's a good idea," James said as he looked for somewhere to sit.

Emily went to a chair and removed her dress, her new cocktail dress she was 
going to wear for the reception.  James sat and Emily held her dress up to her 
body, "Do you think this will look good?" she asked her lover's Father.

"Uh. . . . it looks good!  Yes.  Beautiful!"

Emily tossed the dress across the other chair, sat on the bed, and sighed, 
"James.  I thought we were going to be friends.  Now you're acting like a kid!  
Are you so enamored by my body," Emily stood and opened her robe, showing 
James everything he might want to see, "that you can't control yourself?

James gulped and shook his head, then turning away, "Okay, okay.  Please close 
your robe.  Yes, I lust your body.  I know from Junior, but not from anything 
that he's said, that you're a fantastic lover.  He doesn't have to say 
anything.  Just his demeanor, his incredible love for you!  I can't be shy, I 
can't lie to you.  Yes, I lust you.  God!  You're beautiful!  Not just 
physically, but mentally too!  Smart, gracious, kind, loving; how could any 
man resist you!  My own Daughter has a body to rival yours, but not the 
intellect.  She's smart, but not as mature as you.  Oh hell, you'll know all 
that as soon as you meet her tomorrow, but you're different.  You're 
fantastic!  I'm so happy for my Son!  I can only console myself by thinking 
that only a dead man couldn't want you, couldn't lust for you."

"You're sweet," Emily said, her robe closed as she sat on the bed.  "I will 
confess, I want to be with you too!  No, not now!  Later.  I think that this 
'free love' or whatever it's called, is a good thing.  Your Son is the only 
man I've ever had between my legs and many, including your own Wife, think I 
need other men, other cocks!  To pleasure me to find out how much I prefer 
Junior.  It's quite a chance.  What will happen if I prefer you to him?  What 
would I, we, do then?  What would your Wife think if you wanted me more than 
her?  What about Maryann?  What will she think if I seduce you to join the 'I 
Love Emily Club' along with her Brother?  What if I let your Wife seduce me, 
she's already asked me to have sex with her, and I prefer her?  Will Junior 
understand?  How about you?  If I become a women lover and reject men, what 
will happen to our plans?  Hmmmmm?"

"I don't  think that my Wife, or Daughter, will ever abandon me because of 
you, or whatever we do together.  I'm confident that no other relationship 
could, would break us apart.  However, I still do look forward to loving you!" 
James replied, more confident now of what he was dealing with.

"So," Emily asked, "how's it going to feel when you slide your hot, hard cock 
up inside my nearly virgin pussy?  Hmmmmm?  Well, I don't know, but I plan to 
find out as soon as possible!  There's a lot going on with us all, starting in 
only a short while.  Just think about it.  It will happen, sooner or later.  I 
want you.  Sometimes when your Son and I make love, he tells me that a 
particular hip twist or pelvic move will thrill you.  He says "you do that to 
my Father and he'll cum like a fire hose', or something like that.  I don't 
know if that's true or not, but I intend to find out.  After all, a family as 
close as ours," Emily picked up her new wireless telephone and waved it at 
him, "needs to keep in close touch.  And I do intend to touch you closely."

James, understanding now, replied, "Hmmmmm!  I think I'd better go and think 
about your hot, wet cunt and how I'll best please you.  I must admit that I've 
sold you short.  I had no idea that you've considered the issues so widely, so 
broadly.  And I applaud you!  Yes, Emily I've come to your position.  No more 
dancing, no more bullshit.  When you're ready, let's fuck!"

James stood and bowed, "I submit to your wisdom and thoughtfulness.  See you 
later!"  James turned to go.

"Wait!" Emily asked as she stood.  "Since you're naked and I want to feel you, 
let's have a hug!"  Emily dropped her robe and moved to James.  "How about a 
little kiss too?"  James sighed and pulled Emily into his arms and their lips 
met.

'Just like Junior, he's dreamy!' Emily thought, then shoved her tongue through 
their closed lips to French kiss her lover's Father.

James reeled.  Holding this sexy eighteen year old woman in his arms, his 
Son's lover, was mind-bending!  When she French kissed him, he felt a wave of 
lust overtake him and he fought the urge to throw her to the bed and fuck her.

Emily smiled and leaned back in his arms, his hands holding her fine ass, 
pulling their groins together.

"Mmmmm!  You kiss nice.  Your hands are nice too.  Not too tight or hard, just 
sweet!  Yes Mr. James Wentworth Preston Senior, we're going to fuck up a 
storm.  But remember, I'll need your Son's permission.  You might be sure that 
Mrs. James Wentworth Preston agrees.  Okay?"

"Yes, I'll do that!" James agreed as he let Emily go and watched her pick up 
her robe, wantonly displaying her hot ass, and put it back on.

"You better go now.  I've got to take a shower and get ready.  Wait until you 
see me in my new gown!  I'm so happy and proud!  This is going to be *great*!"

"Yes!  See ya later doll!" James said and laughed, "You'll knock them dead!"  
James left her bedroom, closed her door, and Emily went to the bathroom to 
take her shower.

As James returned to his room to fetch his robe, he noticed that Junior's door 
was now closed.  When he got in the room, he heard the shower running in the 
connecting bathroom and he assumed correctly that Junior was taking his shower 
in preparation to getting dressed, just like Emily.

James checked the new clock Junior had bought and saw that it was almost 2:30.  
Realizing the Justine would be back soon and would take over the bathroom and 
bedroom, decided to clean up too.  He got out his shaving kit and went into 
the bathroom where his Son was showering.

"Hello in the shower," James called.  "I'm going to shave.  Don't turn the 
shower off; I'll be in it shortly!"

"Okay Dad!" Junior replied.  "It feels really great, but we have to get Uncle 
Bob one of those fancy shower heads that allows you to adjust the spray.  
Probably three, one for each bathroom up here!"

"Good idea.  There's a hardware store downtown.  I saw it on the way in.  I'll 
go get them after I clean up.  You have to leave early, but I don't need to 
get to the reception before 4:45."

James finished shaving and took his shampoo with him into the shower, pulling 
the curtain aside and getting in behind his Son.

"Not much room in here!" Junior laughed as they stood close together.

"No problem," James replied.  "Especially if you like hot, sexy men like I 
do!" James said as he pulled his Son's back to him in a close embrace, kissing 
him on the neck.  One of his hands went around Junior's chest, cupping his 
muscled tit, the other dropping to his soft cock to hold it gently.

"Ah Dad!" Junior moaned.  "That feels nice, but I don't think I have anything 
left for you so soon after Emily."

"That's okay Son.  I just want to be close to you again.  Today is a change 
day for you, something you'll look back on and realize that this is when you 
life changed.  Emily's love and the Honor's College!  Two remarkable events 
that you justly deserve.  I've been talking to Emily and she's really 
something.  So wise, so thoughtful.  Inside that fabulous body and beautiful 
head, there's a brilliant woman!  You're a lucky man!  I'm really, really 
impressed.  I also read the biography and information packet about the Dean of 
the Honor's College, Dr. Watson.  She too appears to be a special person.  I'm 
looking forward to meeting her and also Dr. James, the University President.  
You play your cards right and get those two to be your mentors, along with 
Bob, and your hard work will pay off in spades!  Damn Son, I'm so proud of 
you!  I wasted half my college career screwing around with sports!  If I ever 
did anything dumb in my life, that was it!  Graduated with my 'B' average and 
little else."

"Dad!  What about Dr. Steve?  And Preston Industries?  All these academics are 
jealous of you!  Being smart and having important University positions may be 
nice, but running a business and making money at it is just as important, 
probably more so.  I remember Patty telling Bob the first day I met her that 
Preston Industries paid a lot of taxes that supported the University, not to 
mention the enormous payroll that you provide the area."

Junior turned around and faced his Father, "Dad, all those folks are anxious 
to meet *you*.  To them you're an industrial tycoon!  You too can get a lot 
out of this reception.  And remember that Dean Watson will be here for dinner 
too!  You ought to get Patty to seat you next to her.  I hear that not only is 
she brilliant, but she's quite a good looking woman!"

"Okay Son.  I'll talk to Patty about the seating.  Now get out of the way, I 
need to wash the chlorine out of my hair."

Junior left the shower and dried off.  He put on his terry cloth lounging 
shorts, went across the hall, and knocked on Emily's door.

"Yes," Emily called out in her sweet voice.

"Em!  It's me, Junior.  Can I come in?"

Emily unlocked her door and opened it wide, wearing a big smile and nothing 
else.  "Sure big boy," she did a Mae West imitation, "come on in and let me 
show you my etchings!"

Junior laughed and moved into her embrace.  They kissed as Emily pushed the 
door closed.

"Mmmmmmm!  You sure do kiss nice!" Emily cooed.  "You smell good too!"

Junior, with his face in her scented hair, replied, "Nothing could smell as 
good as your hair.  It's fantastic!"  Junior sighed and held Emily close.
"Darling," Junior said, "We need to go over the biographies of the people that 
will be at the reception.  Put on your robe and let's go downstairs and get 
busy."

"Okay, just a sec!" Emily found her robe and put it on.

Holding hands, they went down the stairs and out to the patio table where the 
binders and packets were located.  Junior found the folder that April had 
given him and they went through the information, trying to memorize important 
things about each individual.

"You know, when we're driving back from the Airport, you ought to ask Dr. John 
about his days with Dr. James," Junior suggested.  "I bet he knows a thing or 
two that would please Dr. James; something we can use to impress him of our 
resourcefulness."

"Junior, that's an excellent idea," Emily agreed.  "I'll do it!"

They studied some more and then discussed what they'd learned.  They were 
about finished when Justine, Louise, and Heather returned.

"God!" Junior's Mom exclaimed as she sat with them, drinking some juice, "that 
Kate is really insatiable!  She's got quite a setup there.  Her gardens are 
fantastic!"

Louise joined them and smiled, "I think Heather finally met her match.  Those 
house-pets of Kate's ganged up on her and fucked her with strap-ons until she 
could hardly walk!  Little Miss cock tease went up to the room to lay down!"

They all laughed and Patty joined them as Bob went into the house to clean up.  
Junior's Dad came out and told them he was going shopping at the hardware 
store, if anybody wanted to join him.  Nobody did so he left after a quick 
kiss from his Wife.  Patty, Louise, and Justine chatted about Kate's garden, 
sprinkling in sexy details of their sexual adventures there.  Junior and Emily 
looked at the press packets of Dean Watson and President James.

"What are you kids doing?" Louise asked during a pause in the girl talk.

"We're looking at information about the University people that will be at the 
reception," Junior said.

"So we'll have something intelligent to say to them when we meet them," Emily 
explained.  "Like 'Pleased to meet you Dr. Collins.  I read somewhere that you 
were decorated for valor during the Vietnam War.  That's quite impressive.  
Have you found that your military training is useful for your leadership 
position as University Vice President of the College of Natural Sciences?'  
Stuff like that!"

"Oh my!" Louise exclaimed.  "No wonder you kids are so successful!"

"Yeah Aunt Louise," Emily giggled.  "Homework!  There's always homework!  Say, 
you guys ought to read Uncle Bob's Bio.  It's a hoot!"

"What?  You got Bob's biography there?" Patty asked, surprised.

"Yes," Junior replied.  "April, that's the Presidents secretary, gave me every 
biography they had on everyone at the University that's ever had one done for 
them by his office.  The one on Kate is really interesting too!  They're in 
these binders, alphabetical by last name.  Go ahead, take a look.  There's 
some surprising stuff!"

Patty got the binder marked R - Z and turned to Dr. Robert Wentworth.  She lay 
it on the table and the three women read it with great interest.

"Shit!  I didn't know that!" Patty said.  "That asshole never tells me 
anything!  Imagine, winning favorite teacher award five years in a row!"

"That's just a student award," Junior explained.  "As a service project, a 
Sorority and a Fraternity team up and compile a 'Best of' for each Department 
within each College at the end of each term, just before finals.  It's not 
scientific, they hand out the ballots all over campus.  They let the students 
vote for best teachers and best classes.  The theory is that with fifteen 
thousand ballots returned, the cream will float to the top.  Serious internal 
course evaluations are done in each college, but the results aren't published.  
The main problem with the student awards is that if a teacher makes a big 
splash on campus and becomes well known, they get a lot votes from students 
that have never taken any of their courses.  Also, the ballot boxes can be 
stuffed."

"What do you mean, 'stuffed'?" Junior's Mom asked.

"Well, take Uncle Bob," Junior said.  "When he started the Faculty Committee 
for the Twenty First Century Curriculum, he got a lot of publicity, what with 
the Newspaper Lampoon and the theatrical skits.  And, a lot of young 
impressionable women decided he was 'dreamy'.  So when the student voting took 
place, he won 'Best Teacher' hands down in the Department and the College.  I 
saw girls from the Nursing school, where Bob had given several seminars on the 
chemistry of illegal drugs, cram ten ballots each into the ballot box on the 
first floor of the Chemistry building, all oohing and moaning, wondering where 
his office was located," Junior paused to laugh, "I told them that I knew him 
personally and they nearly mobbed me.  To save myself, I sent them to his 
office, knowing that he wasn't in the building that day.  Good thing too; some 
of those bitches looked hot, really hot!"

*Smack* Emily's hand slapped down on Junior's thigh.  "That's enough talk out 
of you buster or *this* bitch is going to get 'really hot' too!  And I don't 
mean sexy!  Let's finish up with this stuff.  We're going to have to dress 
soon!"

Justine's eyes widened, then grew soft with understanding.  'Junior's met his 
match!' she thought, realizing that she didn't have to worry about Junior 
running around on Emily.  'She keeps a tight leash!' Justine mused.  'Just 
wait until Maryann figures out just how short that leash is going to be!'

The three women finished reading Bob's biography and Louise asked, "What's 
Kate's last name?"

"Stevens," Patty said and Louise turned back to the 'S' section of the book.  
Soon they were quiet, reading all about Dean Stevens of the Biology 
Department, University Vice President of the College of Living Sciences.

Emily finally put down her papers and stood.  "I've had enough.  I'm going to 
go up and dress."

Patty stood and said she'd better get her shower too.  Justine joined in and 
decided that it was time for her to go get ready also.  Louise smiled and said 
she had lots of time and would let them use the hot water now.  She would 
shower after they left.

"Good Justine," Emily said.  "I need some help with my gown.  I don't know 
whether or not to wear a bra with it.  Come look.  You too Patty!"

Junior raised his hand and said, "I vote no bra!"

Emily turned to him and said sweetly, "Honey, you don't get a vote.  And you 
mind your manners around Aunt Louise.  Louise, if he gets any more stupid 
ideas, smack him!  I give you my leave!"

Louise was giggling as the three women left the patio.  "Junior, you got 
yourself a 'real' woman there.  I wish Heather had half her common sense.  
She's both beautiful and brilliant at the same time as she's sensible and 
sexy.  Have you noticed her aura?  Such a bright, almost pure, white.  When 
she slapped your thigh, a bolt of red energy shot out of her.  Yes, you sure 
can pick them!  Like I said earlier, just go with the flow.  You're on a high-
flying Unicorn, dancing through the stars.  Goddess Above!  I'm so proud of 
you.  I don't know if I'm going to get a chance to fuck you tonight, but my 
thoughts will be with you.  Maybe on Saturday or Sunday?  If you've got a 
list, put me on it!  This is a magical time for you and I think you deserve 
every possible accolade they can give you."

"Thanks Aunt Louise.  I appreciate it!"

They returned to their reading, Junior re-read Dean Watson's Bio. again and 
Louise read about President James.  Bob came out and sat with them.  He got 
out the book with his biography in it and read, laughing from time to time.  
James joined them, having finished installing the new shower heads he'd 
bought.

"God Junior," his Father told him.  "That woman of yours looks fantastic in 
her new dress!  I was up there putting on the new shower head when Patty and 
Justine fitted her.  You'd better stay close to her at the reception.  That 
dress, well, speaking frankly, makes her look like the hottest fuck toy I've 
ever seen.  She just radiates beauty and sex!  There's just something about 
her!"

Louise giggled again, "I told you Junior!  James, don't worry about Emily.  
That woman is way older than her eighteen years.  She may have all the men, 
and most of the women, wrapped around her little finger, but she knows exactly 
what to do with them.  All of them!  Has Dr. Steve met her yet?"

"No, he hasn't," James replied.

"You've got to be there when he meets her.  He just might get on his knees to 
worship her when he sees her aura.  It's almost pure white!  You tell him 
that.  Pure white!  He'll know and he'll understand what I'm saying!"

"Opps!  I'd better go get on my new suit," Junior said as he stood.  "You guys 
want to look at the biographies and press packets some more?  Okay, but put 
them up in my room when you're done.  This stuff is priceless and I don't want 
to lose any of it.  Things will be hectic later on and we'll need this table 
for entertaining, if Dr. John and Dr. Susan expect some Mid-Western 
hospitality.  I have a funny feeling that they might just turn out to be a lot 
less conservative than their Ph.D.'s might indicate."

Junior left to get dressed.  His new suit, a charcoal gray in color, fit 
perfectly.  Along with his best white shirt and power tie he'd gotten on his 
last birthday, his highly shined black wing-tip shoes, and calf length socks, 
he was ready.  Junior knocked on the bathroom door and his Mother opened it.

"Oh my!  Don't you look grand!" Justine gushed, wet hair dripping.  "My baby 
is all grown up now!  Turn around for me slowly, yes just like that.  Stop.  
Stand straight now, no slouching.  They're going to be taking lots of 
photographs today, along with a complete video tape.  So try to remember to 
stand tall and smile!  Yes, just like that!  Oh, I'm so proud of you!" Justine 
kissed him gently on the cheek.  "Now go, so I can get dressed too!" she 
closed the door and Junior put on his watch, got his wallet and telephone, 
keys, and left his room.  Across the hall he knocked on Emily's door.

"Em?  Are you ready?" Junior called through the door.

He heard it unlock and the door swung open.  Emily stood there in her new 
shimmering sea blue gown.  The off-the-shoulders dress showed her whole upper 
torso.  From just over her nipples, she was bare, except for a diamond 
necklace, it's big stone hanging at the top of her cleavage, complimented with 
diamond earrings.

"Emily!  You look. . . . fantastic!  Wow!  You look incredible!"

The blue gown hung to a few inches below her knees.  As she moved, the 
material shimmered, reflecting the light in different hues of blue.  Emily's 
tan, from playing in the pool nude, indeed made her look like a wonderful 
living sex doll.  All she had on was white thong panties, the dress, and 
matching three inch blue heels.  No bra.  No hose.  No make-up!

"You too look pretty fantastic, Mr. Preston!  Isn't this neat?" Emily giggled.  
"This is way better than any Prom or Debutante Coming Out Party!  I feel so 
elegant!  I'm so happy!  This is *GREAT*" she shouted.

Justine looked out of her room and came over.  "Junior, offer her your arm and 
let me see!" Justine insisted, standing in her robe in the hall.  Heather, 
hearing the yelling, came out too.

"Wow!" Heather exclaimed.  "You guys look really great!"

"Yes, don't they!" Justine said.  "Okay, now walk across the hall, I want to 
see the backs," Justine directed.  "Good.  Now Emily, put the jacket on!"  
Emily did and they again walked from one side of the hall to the other, 
strutting their stuff.  "All right.  Now both of you remember.  Walk slow and 
stand straight.  Smile!  Nothing is going to happen without you two so take 
your time and play it for all it's worth.  Understand?"

"Yes Mother," Junior said.

"Yes," Emily agreed.  "and thanks for letting me use your diamonds.  They're 
fabulous!"

"That was James' idea.  You can thank him." Justine replied.  "Now go show off 
to James out on the patio.  I'll see you two later at the reception.  
Remember, slow and easy.  Stand tall and smile!"

Junior escorted Emily down the stairs, pausing for Phyllis, who'd arrived to 
oversee the cooking, and the cooking girls to check them out.  The girls oohed 
and ahhed, telling Emily how beautiful she was.  Phyllis wanted to see Emily 
without the jacket and helped her out of it.  All the chatter stopped as 
Emily's jutting breasts and flawless tanned skin was reveled, highlighted by 
the big diamond.

After a minute of staring, Phyllis shooed the girls back to their cooking.  
Phyllis told Emily, "When Kate sees you she's going to cream herself!"  
Phyllis stepped back and said, "You two look great.  Go knock-um dead!"

Junior paraded Emily outside for Bob, James, and Louise to appreciate.  They 
did and joined in the ohhs and ahhs over Emily and her dress.  As they went 
back into the house to leave, Patty came out of her bedroom, her hair in 
rollers.

"Stop right there you two!" Patty demanded  "I want to see the competition.  
Turn around slowly!"

Junior and Emily did, beginning to enjoy the attention.

"Jesus!" Patty gasped.  "Ain't no way I can compete with that!" Patty groaned.  
"And those diamonds!  Where the fuck did you get them?"

"Justine!" Emily replied, smiling brightly.

"Fuck!  No goddamn hose.  No fucking make-up!  I told you yesterday that you'd 
be the most beautiful women at this shindig, but now that I see you I feel 
like putting my head in a toilet and flushing!  Christ on a crutch, you're 
beautiful!  Okay, okay.  Go!  I'll find some rags to put on!" Patty pulled 
Emily close and kissed her on the cheek, then did the same to Junior.  "All 
right kids, see you there!"

Emily and Junior finally got out of the house.  Junior opened the front 
passenger door for Emily, and she asked, "What's the matter?  Ain't I the back 
seat queen anymore?"

"No.  You'll ride in the back on the return from the airport, but not now.  I 
haven't yet gotten my full appreciation of your beauty and I'd like you up 
front and close so I get to enjoy you too!"

Emily smiled and slid in, still holding her little jacket.  She slid over and 
pulled the seat belt around her, snapping it locked.  Junior got in behind the 
wheel, powered up the engine, locked the doors, set the A/C on high, and 
adjusted the radio.

"What kind of music do you want?" Junior asked Emily.

"Put on some loud rock-n-roll!  We're going to need it to get through the next 
five hours or so."

Junior did and they listened to the Rolling Stones as the big Cadillac rolled 
through the downtown area on the way out to the airport.  The airport wasn't a 
fancy place, but did have a proper terminal and good security.  As Junior 
pulled around to the terminal, a police car Whooped! behind them.  Junior 
stopped, wondering what he did.  He ran the window down and, as the cop car 
pulled up along side, an officer called through the open windows, "Are you 
Preston?"

"Yes sir!"

"Good!  Follow me!"

Junior pulled behind the airport security car and followed it through an open 
gate onto the tarmac, stopping away from the terminal.  The security car 
stopped and the officer got out, coming over to Junior to speak to him.

"Sir, the aircraft is ten minutes out.  Wait here until it lands and stops.  
I'll escort you over to the aircraft.  After you stop, you may get out and 
greet the passengers as they deplane.  Okay, got that?"

"Yes sir!" Junior replied.  He kept the engine running, keeping the A/C on.

He and Emily waited, listening to the music and lost in their own thoughts.

"Hey, do you want to put some music on in back?" Junior asked Emily.

"Good idea, but why don't you do it.  You know the stations.  Get the one with 
jazz!"

Junior unbuckled and hopped out.  He went into the back seat and turned on the 
stereo to the University public radio station.  He left it on softly, knowing 
that Emily and her guardian would have a lot to say to each other.  He got out 
just as the plane approached, it's landing lights bright against the afternoon 
sky.

Emily, they're here!" Junior told her as he got back into the car.  "Look over 
there!"

They watched as the Gulfstream touched down, puffs of smoke behind the main 
wheels as they touched the pavement.  They could hear the jet engines reverse 
and then cut back as the sleek craft turned onto the taxi way toward them.  In 
a few short minutes, the plane parked, the side door opened, and steps lowered 
to the pavement.  The security car started and Junior followed it across the 
tarmac to the side of the plane.  Junior got out and went around to help Emily 
out.  She put on her little jacket, fixed a smile, and held Junior's arm as 
they approached the plane's stairs.

A large extremely fit looking elderly man came out onto the first step, waved, 
and said, "Hi Emily!  You must be Junior!  Hi to you too!" the man, obviously 
Dr. John, happily said.

He turned and gave a hand to a woman, Dr. Susan, who looked far younger that 
her sixty some years, who smiled happily, dressed to kill in an elaborate 
green cocktail dress.  Dr. John stepped slowly down the stairs with Dr. Susan 
close behind, holding onto his shoulder.  At the bottom, Junior and Emily 
greeted them.  Emily hugged and kissed Dr. John, then did the same to Dr. 
Susan as Junior shook Dr. John's hand.

"Young man, I'm very pleased to meet you.  Emily has been talking about you 
almost non-stop.  I used to be her main man, now it looks like you've taken 
her place.  I must say, on first glance, you look like you can fill the bill."  
Dr. John punched Junior's breast firmly.  "You must workout!  How much can you 
press?"

"Three hundred, sir.  100 pounds over my weight!"

"Good!  Good!  You get Emily working out yet?  She's still got some baby fat 
on her.  You fuck her yet?"

"Sir, I. . . . ah. . . . "

"No, that's okay.  I can tell that you have.  Good!  She's been waiting for 
the right guy to come along.  I applaud you!  If she's half as good in bed as 
she looks, then you're a lucky man!"

"John!" Dr. Susan exclaimed.  "Don't you button-hole Emily's nice young man 
already!  I do declare!  I heard that and you're not pleasing your ward with 
your off-color direct questions.  Just settle down.  Why don't you look at her 
and tell her what you think?"

Dr. John turned and regarded Emily, "Well, still a little too much baby fat, 
but looks pretty good!  Take off that jacket!  Oh my, yes!  Turn for me now, 
let me see your pretty bottom!  Yes, good!  Very good!  It will be a pleasure 
to let you escort me this evening!" Dr. John laughed.

They all turned as a hostess descended the steps, dressed in Bermuda style 
shorts carrying a bag.  The pilot and co-pilot came down too, also in matching 
dark red shorts, carrying suitcases.  Junior went over and opened the trunk, 
where they put the luggage of Dr. John and Dr. Susan.

"Thanks for everything," Dr. Susan called out to the crew.

"See you guys later.  Have a nice weekend!" Dr. John said to the crew as they 
went back up into the plane.

"Whew, it's hot out here," Dr. John said.  "Let's get in the car!  You got the 
A/C on Son?"

"Yes sir.  I sure do!"

Junior led them to the car and helped them in, Emily in the middle.  As he 
backed off to shut the door and go to the front to drive, Dr. John called out, 
"Wait a minute.  Come sit with us for a bit!"

Junior got in and sat in one of the jump seats.

"First, I'm John and my Wife is Susan.  Okay.  Now, let's have an 
understanding.  It's obvious to us, Susan and I, that Emily is madly in love 
with you and you two have had sex.  That's okay, but we hope you're being 
sensible and using contraceptive protection.  Secondly, I know that Dr. James 
is making a big deal about greeting us at the University, but this is really 
about you two.  As far as we're concerned, this is your day, your time in the 
sun.  So, whatever you need, whatever you want to do is okay with us.  Right 
Suze?"

"No, you old fart.  First, thank you Junior for all you've done.  I've never 
seen Emily look so good, so fulfilled, so happy.  It's clear to me that you're 
doing whatever it takes to please her.  *That* is what concerns me, and should 
concern my husband." Susan glared at John.  "This afternoon, this evening, 
tonight and tomorrow, you two are the major focus.  Just tell us what you 
want, what you need, and we'll do what we can.  Now you probably realize that 
we have significant power, financial and otherwise, and we can pull off 
anything that you deem necessary.  Okay?  Do you two understand?"

"Yes," Emily said.

"No problem.  Understood!" Junior said.  "By the way, Dr. James had several 
special liquors put in here," Junior indicated the bar, "for you two.  I don't 
drink so I don't even know what they are, but please feel free to help 
yourselves.  This is your bar and it's all paid for, so enjoy yourself.  Right 
now, I'd better get us rolling or we'll miss our scheduled grand entrance!"

Junior got out of the back and into his drivers seat.  After he buckled up, he 
was surprised to see the two motorcycle cops in the place of the security car 
he'd followed in.  There was a knock on his window and Junior rolled down the 
window to speak with the security guard.

"Mr. Preston.  This is your welcoming escort, as provided by the town.  At the 
edge of campus, a Campus Police vehicle will join in to escort you to your 
destination.  Thank you for your cooperation and I'm Officer Davis.  If you 
have any problems or concerns, please ask for me.  It's a pleasure to help in 
this welcome to our airport, our town, and our University.  Thank you!"

The officer backed away and Junior moved forward.  The motorcycles got moving 
and all Junior had to do was follow.  The intercom buzzed and Junior answered 
it.

"Please lower the window dividing us!" John asked.  "We're all friends here 
and we want to talk to you too!"

"Yes John." Junior replied and lowered the dividing window.

Junior immediately heard Emily squealing in laughter, Susan joining in.  John 
told Junior they'd been laughing about why they'd been to the West Coast.  
John explained that they'd gone to pop the cherry of their 13 year old 
granddaughter, of whom they were the God parents!  John told of his joy of 
fucking this incredible girl, even fucking her ass!

"Her pussy was delicious," Susan gushed.  "There's nothing like virgin cum.  
She was so happy that she returned the favor immediately.  After I explained 
what to do, she fingered and licked me to a wonderful orgasm."

"The enthusiasm of a young teenager is really something to enjoy," John 
continued.  "I got so hard watching her eat Suze, that my cum nearly hit the 
ceiling when I showed her how to lick my cock after Suze practically passed 
out from her cums.  That little girl just loved sucking my dick, giggling like 
crazy when I spurted for her."

"I think we created a sex fiend," Susan laughed.  "After she used her tight 
pussy to suck out all John's cum, I fucked her with my strap-on.  God, she 
loved it!  She thought it was great that it never got soft.  I left it for 
her.  She wanted her mother to fuck her pussy with it while her Daddy corked 
her ass!  What a little hot sex pot!"

"You wouldn't have believed her body," John mused.  "Tit's just the size of 
apples with nipples like little erasers on pencils.  But that ass!  
Unbelievable!  She's a natural ass fucking babe."

"She cried when we left, she wanted to come with us!" Susan said.  "Of course, 
that wasn't possible, but we did promise to come back and see her next year on 
her birthday!"

The rest of the trip to the reception was mostly the same.  John asking Emily 
questions like, 'Junior fuck your ass yet?' or 'You deep throating him?' and 
similar naughty questions.  Susan wasn't moderate either, 'Have you been with 
a woman yet honey?' she asked.  'Does Junior suck you?' was another.  By the 
time they got to campus, Junior knew that his prediction of a wild evening was 
going to come true.  Emily didn't even get to ask John about his school days 
with Dr. James or if he knew any cute stories she could use with the 
University President.

A campus police car picked them up when they got on campus, leading the way to 
the faculty club in front of the motorcycles with lights flashing and siren 
wailing.  Behind them was another campus cop, doing the same thing.

They pulled into the circle and stopped right at the front door of the faculty 
club.  A coed in white leather skirt and halter top ran over to Junior as he 
stepped out of the big Cadillac.

"Hi Mr. Preston.  I'm from Lambda Epsilon Zeta and I'm your personal valet.  
I'll park your car and wait by it until you're ready to leave.  My name is 
Lucy and don't worry at all about your car.  When ever you're ready, I'll 
bring it around.  Just tell someone to tell me, Lucy, that you're ready to 
leave.  Okay?"

"Sure.  Thanks!" Junior replied and went around to open the door for his back 
seat riders.  Photographic flashes began going off as he lent a hand to Susan, 
Emily, and John to get out of the back seat.  John got them all in a line, he, 
his Wife, Emily, and Junior for several more photographs before entering the 
club.  Inside the Sorority hostesses from L. E. Z. immediately recognized 
them.

"Welcome to the Faculty Club Dr. John," one said as she pinned a pink 
carnation to his lapel.  Another did the same to Dr. Susan.  Emily was greeted 
with by another hostess saying, "Welcome Miss Thomas, we're glad to have you.  
Junior got a greeting too and a red carnation like Emily.  Arm in arm, John 
with Susan, Emily with Junior, they followed their hostesses back through the 
club to the private room for the reception.  There, at the door, was Dr. 
James, the President of the University.

"John you old bastard!" Dr. James boomed loudly!  "Good to see you again!  And 
Susan!  You get more lovely everyday!" he said as he kissed her hand.  "And 
you must be Emily!  Golly!  You're even more beautiful than they say!" he 
kissed her hand too.  "And naturally, you're Junior!  Good!  Good!  I'm glad 
to finally meet you!  We've got a lot in common young man and I want you to 
know that I'm mighty appreciative of your foresight in getting us all together 
like this!  Yes, yes.  Mighty appreciative.  Now, this is my Wife, Claire.  Be 
nice to her and I'm going to go buy Emily a stiff drink!  Ha, ha, ha!"

Junior stood with Claire, wondering about Emily, when she spoke, "It's okay 
Junior, really.  Kenneth is so happy, so pleased to show off in front of his 
old buddy John.  Come on now, offer me your arm and lets' go get some punch!"

Claire had on a new dress, as April had mentioned, and Junior told her it was 
beautiful.  She graciously accepted and told Junior he looked handsome too.  
They got near the punch table but couldn't get through because Dr. James and 
John were doing some sort of old college drinking chant.

"Chug-a-lug-a-woo-chu!  Chug-a-lug-a-woo-chu!  Go Get-um Tiger!"  they 
chanted, then tossed down their cup of punch!

"Ken!" Claire broke loose of Junior's arm.  "Ken!  Stop that immediately!  
There's people here that don't want to hear your old drinking chants.  Now do 
the toast properly!" she admonished her Husband, the University President.

"Yes dear!" Dr. James sighed.  "Okay, listen up!  The program is about to 
start, but first I want to welcome you all, especially the non-University 
guests, and say I'm glad you're here to join us on this happy occasion.  Next, 
I want to offer a toast to my old buddy, my oldest friend, John Stanford and 
his Wife Susan.  May they live long and prosper!" Dr. James raised his 
refilled crystal punch cup high, "Not that they've lived long enough already 
and prospered beyond all reason!"  The group laughed with him.  "To John and 
Susan!"  Everyone toasted and drank.  "With that done, I turn you over to the 
lady in peach, Dean Watson!"

An area at the end of the room lit up with bright lights and a beautiful woman 
in a hot looking peach gown stepped up to a microphone in the center of huge 
splays of flowers, surrounding a backdrop with the logo of the University and 
the words, 'The Honor's College.  Excellence in Education.', around the logo.

"Good afternoon, President James, Colleagues, and Honored Guests.  I'm Sandra 
Watson, Dean of the Honor's College.  First I want to thank the girls of 
Lambda Epsilon Zeta for their excellent hostess duties.  Especially Marsha 
Tyne, an Honor's College student of L. E. Z., who plans to graduate in the 
spring with a 4.0 in Hospitality Management, for her excellent leadership roll 
in helping make all this happen so smoothly."  (Warm applause)  "Also, my 
thanks to the Honor's College media students are video taping this event, will 
be taking photographs, and recording the proceedings.  Copies of the Honor's 
College photographs will be available tomorrow at the Media shop for a nominal 
fee.  Also, there are some press folks who'll be admitted for interviews and 
photographs later.  One of our media students is with them now, keeping them 
at bay.  If for some reason you do not wish to be photographed or interviewed 
by the press, just let us know.  That will be handled on a case by case 
basis."

"Now, let me begin.  A long, long time ago, in a far away land, I was a young 
girl wondering about higher education.  I wasn't as lucky as the young lady 
we're about to honor.  I got sent to a rude, stupid place back East which I 
hated.  It took me almost five years to get out to where I wanted to be.  
Here, at this fine University.  Not so for our young lady.  She demanded, 
insisted that she attend here.  Not for fall term, but immediately upon 
finishing her senior year of private high school  Just attending college 
summer school wasn't good enough for her, she'd tested out of all her freshman 
classes and decided to take not one, not two, not three, but *four* summer 
term classes.  Sure, sure, you're thinking that four basket weaving classes 
might be tough on the hands, but she instead choose Macro-Economics, Analog 
Computer Theory and Design, Molecular Chemistry, and Advanced Differential 
Equations.  As a poet and an author, I can't even begin to tell you what any 
of that's about!"

Dean Watson paused as the laughter rolled through the crowd.

"So here we have one of Dr. James' Early Entry for Gifted Students, a silly 
girl, chomping a big chunk out of her very first term as a college student and 
what does she achieve?  A perfect 4.0 GPA!"

A huge round of applause paused Sandra Watson again.

"So what do we do with his 'super student'? Dr. James asked me.  I was going 
to suggest a blood test to make sure she's real, but. . . . "

More laughter and applause.

"But in his wisdom, our President himself recommends personally that she join 
our Honor's College, where the best join the best to become even better.  So 
President James, Colleagues, honored guests, ladies and gentlemen, I present 
Emily Thomas, the first ever freshman to be invited to join our happy little 
group of over-achievers!"

The applause was thunderous as Junior took Emily's arm and escorted her to 
join Dean Watson.

Dean Watson opened an envelope and said, "This engraved invitation, also 
produced in our Honor's College media shop, reads: Emily Thomas is hereby 
invited to join the Honor's College by recommendation of Doctor Kenneth 
Lawrence James, University President, with the concurrence of the University 
Vice President for the College of Living Sciences, Doctor Katherine Stevens 
and the University Vice President for the College of Natural Sciences, Doctor 
Barry Collins, for the Fall term 2000."

Loud applause followed as Sandra handed Emily her engraved invitation and a 
L.E.Z. girl brought up a dozen long stem red roses for her.  Flashes went off 
as the Honor's College media people took numerous shots of beautiful Emily 
with her roses and invitation, smiling widely with Dean Watson at her side.

Emily stood at the microphone in her shimmering blue gown; "Dean Watson, I 
want to thank you for this high honor and distinct privilege you've bestowed 
upon me.  I will do my best to make the Honor's College proud of me.  I also 
want to thank President James for his Early Entry program, without which I'd 
not be here today!  To all the academics here, I say thanks.  You are the 
life-blood of the University and your dedication and your skills have 
impressed me greatly.  All the Graduate Assistants, Instructors, and 
Professors I've had teach me have been first rate; excellent dedicated 
professionals every one.  Finally, I must say thank you to my new friends 
here, my new family, as well as to my guardian Dr. John and his Wife Dr. 
Susan, for all your love, guidance, and assistance that you've given me.  I 
stand before you all, pleased and humbled by this singular honor.  Thank you 
from the bottom of my heart!"

Emily's thoughtful acceptance speech, given without notes, was warmly received 
with loud applause.

An Honor's College L.E.Z. girl brought out a plaque, a replica of the 
invitation in bronze, and held it up to display for the audience.

"Our Honor's College media group also put this together," Dean Watson 
continued.  "If Dr. John and Dr. Susan Stanford would come forward.  Emily's 
parents aren't with us today and Doctor's John and Susan stand in their place.  
To you I present this bronzed version of Emily's engraved invitation to join 
the Honor's College.  We hope you'll hang it high in your parlor to signify 
this Honor that Emily has earned and we hope you'll be as proud of her as we 
are here at the University."

Dr. John took the plaque and held it high, smiling broadly as the flashes went 
off again.  Dr. Susan, looking spectacular in her green gown and large green 
emeralds, grinned from ear to ear.  President James led the applause.  With 
Dr. John taking one arm and Dr. Susan taking the other, they led Emily from 
center stage to the side of the room.

Dean Watson stepped up to the microphone.  "It is now my pleasure to introduce 
to you Dean Barry Collins of the Chemistry Department and University Vice 
President for the College of Natural Sciences."

"Thank you Dean Watson," Dean Collins began.  "President James, Dean Stevens, 
fellow colleagues, honored guests, I know that I don't photograph as well as 
the ladies in peach or blue or green, but just because there's snow on the 
roof," he wiped his hand over his balding white hair to the chuckles of the 
audience, "doesn't mean that the fire has gone out below.  In fact, I believe 
that this honor I was lucky enough to initiate may be the wisest thing I've 
done in quite a while.  The young man I honor is indeed a most amazing 
individual.  He's an energizer.  Yes, energizer!  I thought long and hard 
about how to describe him in layman's terms.  In Chemistry we'd say he's a 
catalyst, but I won't bore you with trying to explain that term.  Let's just 
call him an energizer."

Dean Collins continued, "Our energizer works very hard on his course work, 
maintaining a perfect 4.0 GPA throughout his first year and also during his 
summer classes.  Yes, he's taking two and acing them both while doing 
excellent work for us as a summer lab assistant.  Our energizer is also a 
fixer, a handy-man of sorts.  Throughout the Department, the College, and 
across the University he's known as a 'Can Do!' guy, lending a hand here, 
fixing a problem there.  I keep getting these bizarre thank you notes from the 
strangest places.  Helping the maintenance shop with a problem with their name 
plate machine?  Assisting the Student Center with a computer kiosk that 
introduces an Asian art exhibit?  Helping the Law Enforcement Studies program 
with setting up and maintaining a small Forensics-Chemistry lab?  Just where 
does this energizer get the time?" Dean Collins sighed, muttering "Oh, to be 
young again!" to much laughter from the friendly crowd.

"However, all that pales in comparison to his real talent.  He not only 
repairs things, he makes things happen!  His intuitive insight has left a 
trail of good things happening across the campus.  Ventilation fans at the 
commuter bus shed.  New lighting behind the buildings for safety and 
visibility.  The timely removal of a dead tree near a dormitory entrance that 
would have fallen during the following month's storm that leveled many living 
trees or their limbs.  Oh!  This one you'll like.  He suggested that our new 
arena have twice the number of women's restrooms as men's, something that is 
now being debated in the legislature for a proposed new statewide law.  And, 
if you don't know it already, it was his suggestion that Dr. John and his Wife 
be invited to visit that was the kernel idea for this very reception!  So Dean 
Watson, I present to you Mr. James Wentworth Preston, Junior, known to those 
of us lucky enough to know him personally as Junior."

Dean Watson stepped forward as Junior came over from the audience amid loud 
cheers and applause.

"Junior?  May I call you Junior too?" the Dean laughed as she opened the white 
envelope with the engraved invitation.  Embarrassed a little, Junior nodded 
his head in agreement.  "This invitation reads: Junior Preston is hereby 
invited to join the Honor's College by recommendation of Doctor Barry Collins, 
Dean of Chemistry and University Vice President for the College of Natural 
Sciences and Dean Horace Wheeler of the Department of Computer Sciences, for 
the Fall term 2000."

Junior took the envelope and said "Thank you", barely heard over the happy 
applause.  "President James, thank you for this wonderful reception and all 
that you do for me, my fellow students, the faculty, and the staff of this 
great University.  I'm not sure how historians will view your stewardship, but 
it seems to me that you've done a marvelous job in steering us all through the 
changes and upheavals of the transition into an institution ready for the 
twenty first century.  I thank you too Dean Watson for forgoing the 
inducements of the literary circles of the big metropolitan areas to join the 
University and President James' efforts to build the Honor's College.  I look 
forward to assisting you in your endeavors.  Dean Collins, I especially 
appreciate all those kind words you spoke about me.  Evidently you weren't 
privy to some of my not-so-hot ideas like decreeing that all campus women wear 
baggy pants and tunic tops so as to not distract serious young boys like 
myself from our studies!"

A great shout went out from the women in the audience, followed by loud 
laughter and applause.

"Doctor James?  You'll probably find that April has that one nailed to the 
women's restroom wall with a large bull's-eye drawn around it in bright red 
lipstick!"

The crowd chuckled again.

Dean Wheeler, thank you too for your support.  I especially like the hands-on 
labs full of modern equipment that you, after years of effort, got donated by 
several major computer equipment manufacturers after you shamed them into 
realizing how vital it was, not only to the students, but to the whole 
Information Systems industry.  I, and the whole of the University, owe you a 
debt of gratitude.  Without your leadership and skill, we'd be in the same 
mess as many of our sister institutions across the state.  I too would like to 
echo Emily's high praise of the faculty.  I too have not taken one class or 
lab that hasn't been professional and well taught.  Finally I must thank my 
family.  Mom?  Dad?  Thank you for all the years of wisdom you've imparted to 
me.  Thank you for all your love and support.  Thank you for helping me 
understand that hard work isn't just to reach some goal, the work itself is a 
reward.  And I thank God for his blessings and hope that all your dreams 
should be as fulfilled as mine are today.  Thank you one and all!"

Junior smiled and stood back.  Dean Watson moved to the microphone, but had to 
wait to continue because of the loud applause.  The girl brought out the 
bronze plaque and handed it to Sandra.  "Mr. and Mrs. Preston, please come 
forward" Dean Watson said.  When James and Justine stood smiling next to her, 
Sandra handed them the plaque and said: "To you I present this bronzed version 
of Junior's engraved invitation to join the Honor's College. Hang it somewhere 
in your home to display the Honor that Junior has earned and we hope you'll be 
as proud of him as we are here at the University

James and Justine said "Thank you, we will!"  Justine pulled the plaque from 
her Husband's hands and held it up high, letting the spotlights reflect off of 
it to flash into the crowds eyes as she turned slowly, displaying it for them 
all.  Many eyes didn't see the plaque.  Junior's Mom was wearing a gold slinky 
strapless gown that only covered her from just above her nipples down to mid-
thigh.  The dress, her matching gold fuck-me strapless three inch heels, and 
Maryann's diamonds was all that she had on.  Dean Collins, standing behind 
them, couldn't tear his eyes from her sexy ass!  Flashes were bursting as the 
Honor's College photographers couldn't seem to get enough of Justine's dress 
and exposed body.  One of them lay on the floor, trying to see just how much 
of Junior's Mom's legs he could get.  Justine saw him and gave him a sexy 
come-hither smile and stepped forward slightly with one foot, to give him a 
thrill and a better angle up her short skirt.

Dean Watson took the microphone and asked for Emily to come forward to be in 
several more photographs with just the two honorees alone.  Then Sandra got 
President James in between them, smiling as the cameras clicked away.  She got 
the three Deans together with them and President James.

President James went and spoke into the microphone and asked for quiet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I've just been informed that we have a special 
announcement.  Doctor John and Doctor Susan Stanford have something to say."  
Dr. James stood aside and Emily's guardian and his Wife took his place.

Doctor Susan began, "John and I have had a wonderful, blessed life.  We've 
raised our kids and cared for Emily.  Our nest is empty now and we've so much 
love still to give.  So John and I have decided to use some of our resources 
to help fund the educational programs here at the University.  We especially 
like the Early Entry program of Ken's and the Honor's College of Sandra's.  
John, you tell the rest."  Susan moved to the side to let John speak into the 
microphone.

"What we'll do is establish an endowment for those two programs.  What did we 
agree on Suze?  50 Million?"

The crowd was stunned!  Suddenly they all burst into cheers and applause.  
That much money was unheard of at a public university.  It was incredible!

Susan grabbed the microphone away from her Husband, "Idiot!  Always messing 
things up.  No, not 50 million total.  50 million each!  100 million dollars 
total!"

Again the crowd roared it's approval.

When the noise died down, John continued.  "We wish the fund to be named after 
Emily's parents, dear friends of mine who died tragically so many years ago.  
Let it be called the Rick and Marsha Thomas Endowment.  Thank you.  That's 
all."

"I ah. . . . " President James stammered, at a loss for words for the first 
time in many years.  "I thank you John and Susan.  On behalf of the 
University, I thank you!  Okay folks, we've got this room until 6:15, so stay 
and chat if you can.  I thank you all for coming!"

Emily move quickly to get to her guardian, but President James was their 
first.  While they hugged and Dr. John received Dr. James' thanks, Emily 
hugged Dr. Susan.

"I'm so pleased!"  Emily gushed.  "Such a lot of money and named after my Mom 
and Dad!  Oh, you two are just so sweet!"

While Emily thanked her guardians, Junior stood with his Mom and Dad, 
accepting congratulations from his Professors.  Bob and Patty too kissed and 
hugged him, telling Junior how good his thank you speech had been.

"Justine, you look fantastic!" Dean Kate Stevens said to Junior's Mom.

"Kate, you look just grand too!" Justine replied, eyeing the sleek yellow gown 
that draped her luscious body, remembering too well how only a short few hours 
before she'd sucked those tits.  "That yellow gown looks delicious on you!"

"Thanks sweetie!  But compared to Emily, we all look our age!" Kate laughed.  
"Oh, I want you to meet a *good* friend of mine!  This is Thelma Collins, Dean 
Collins Wife," Kate leaving no doubt what she meant by *good* friend.

Thelma Collins, an older woman in a conservative off-white gown, extended her 
hand to Justine and said, "Please to meet you Justine.  Kate has told me all 
about you and I must say too that you look fabulous!"

Kate turned to Junior and his Dad, "James!  You and your Son do look sharp 
too!  Say!  I need to talk to you both.  I heard about your Sunday Smiles 
Group and I'm very interested in finding out how I can help.  Louise told me 
that you, Junior, are in charge but I'm sure that your Father is wise in these 
areas too.  Do you have a plan to allow other investors?  I do have some money 
available, though not in the range of what John and Susan Stanford have, but I 
do hope a minimum investment won't be so high as to exclude me from becoming a 
part of your group."

Thelma had her head close to Justine's, whispering something obviously naughty 
because Justine was giggling like a schoolgirl.

James replied to Kate, "Well, we haven't discussed that aspect of our 
organization, or even thought about it.  However, it is a valid concern."

"I think," Junior added, "after we select our attorney and accountant tomorrow 
night, I'll be sure and make the suggestion that they research and study the 
inclusion of additional SSG, the Sunday Smiles Group, members and board 
members, in the founding documents."

"We'll also have to make some decisions on how to run Louise's retail 
business," James said.  "I think we could set it up as an adjunct for-profit 
Corporation, but perhaps the board members would want to keep it as a non-
profit venture.  We'll just have to see after we get all the legal and 
financial details worked out."

"Don't forget the store-front retail shop Patty is going to run," Kate said.

"Yes, that's true," James replied.  "Junior, looks like you're going to be 
busy with administrative issues for a while!"

"God, what have I gotten myself into?" Junior moaned and they all laughed 
together.

"Kate?" Junior asked, "perhaps you can help us with an administrative problem.  
We're going to have to set up an office for the Sunday Smiles Group and we'll 
need a good administrative type person to be the first Executive director.  
Perhaps your Sorority has someone graduating that isn't interested in Wall 
Street or Hollywood, but would like to stay in the area.  The job would be 
theirs to write their own rules, find and set up an office, hire a 
receptionist, get office equipment, and get it all organized.  We've got lots 
of savvy folks in the group to help, but we would like someone that has had 
some organizational experience, some appreciation of Herbs and Herbal 
remedies, can deal with lawyers and accountants, and is not totally anti-men.  
We'll pay a professional salary that will allow them to get a car, find a 
place to live and set up a home in our town, and get them started on a 
career."

"Junior, that's an excellent suggestion," Kate replied.

"Junior, our energizer, is full of good suggestions!" Dean Collins said as he 
joined them.  "I see my Wife has your Wife cornered, but I did want to meet 
you Mr. Preston.  I'm Dean Collins and am very pleased to meet you sir!" he 
said graciously, shaking James' hand.  "I don't know what Dean Stevens and you 
guys are cooking up, but I'm sure it will be a smashing success."

"Barry, Junior is soliciting me to encourage some of our Lambda Epsilon Zeta 
graduates to apply for employment as executive director of their Sunday Smiles 
Group!"

"Ah, the herbal remedies organization.  Good, good!  Excellent idea to get as 
broad a spectrum of applicants possible."

"Let me think about this and we'll talk more after dinner about it, okay?" 
Dean Stevens told Junior, who nodded in agreement and thanked her.

"I'm sorry I had to decline Dr. Wentworth's invitation to join you all," Dean 
Collins said, "but Thelma had already made other plans with Clara, Dr. James' 
Wife.  Oh, here she comes now.

Clara James, wearing a short light purple cocktail dress that showed lots of 
cleavage and leg, joined them.  The University President's Wife, easily 25 
years younger than her 60's something Husband, looked hot and very sexy.

"Hi!  I'm Clara James, Ken's Wife.  I'm so happy to finally meet you Junior!" 
she hugged him and kissed him on the cheek.  "I've heard all about and, I must 
say, you have impressed me.  Your thank you speech alone shows that you are an 
excellent choice for this honor.  And you Mr. Preston must be very proud of 
your Son.  I'm pleased to meet you too!  You should know that I don't just 
hold faculty Wives' teas, but, since my Daddy is a State Senator, I spend a 
good deal of time at the Capitol keeping tabs on issues significant to our 
University.  After I heard about you and your company, and congratulations on 
your very successful IPO, I looked up in the public records the taxes your 
business pays to support the University.  If you all don't know, the State is 
divided by regions and a good portion of the taxes paid in our region support 
this University.  So as a member of the University community, I thank you Mr. 
Preston.  We all thank you!  Your participation in Bob's business council to 
support his faculty committee hasn't been unnoticed.  It seems that the 
Prestons, both Father and Son, are making major contributions to our 
University, as this reception clearly indicates."

"Thank you Mrs. James.  Please call me James."

"Okay James, but only if you'll call me Clara.  Now where's your Wife?  I need 
to meet the woman behind these two remarkable men."

"Over there," Kate pointed, "Thelma has got her ear.  Come on, I'll introduce 
you!"

Kate was moving off with Clara when Emily came over.

"Junior, Dr. James wants to talk to you," Emily said, pulling on Junior's arm.

"Wait just a minute Emily," Clara insisted.  "Ken can wait until I see the 
rest of you.  I'm his Wife and I have a request.  Would you take off the 
jacket for me?  I've been wondering how that gown looks without that silly 
cover-up."

Emily smiled shyly and said, "Pleased to meet you Mrs. James."

Emily paused, eyeing the sexy Wife of the University President, who replied, 
"Clara.  Just call me Clara honey!"

"Don't be shy Emily," Kate said.  "We Saint Joan's girls have nothing to be 
ashamed about!" she urged.

Emily began to pull off the little jacket and Junior helped her, draping it 
over his arm.

Stunned with Emily's beauty, Clara stood in awe of the eighteen year old girl.  
James and Barry too quickly concluded that Emily had to be the most gorgeous 
woman they'd been near in years.

Kate, realizing that every woman there, excepting some of the sorority girls 
was now jealous of Emily's age and beauty, pulled Clara toward to Justine and 
Thelma, watching the display of Emily's nearly bare chest.

"Come on Clara, let's go meet Justine before you start drooling!" her comment 
heard by them all.

Barry cleared his throat, introduced himself, and said, "Emily, you sure do 
look marvelous.  I wish there was music so we could dance.  I'd love that!"

"Yes, Dean Collins.  I'd like that too.  And I want to thank you for helping 
me get into the Honor's College.  I really appreciate it!"

"It was my privilege, to be sure.  I'm teaching a second year Honor's 
Chemistry course this fall and I hope both of you will enroll.  It will be 
called the 'Depth and Breadth of Chemistry''.  We'll use a small pamphlet from 
the Chemist's association to get us started, but it will be mostly outside 
reading and a major term paper.  I think you'd both enjoy the class.  But now, 
you'd better go to Dr. James.  He's staring over here and I don't think he 
wants to talk to me!"

As the two young folks left, James looked over the gathering and saw many eyes 
watching Emily and Junior as they went over to Dr. James, where he was still 
chatting with Dr. John and Dr. Susan.  Emily's twitching ass and giggling 
breasts made looking at her in her beautiful gown very easy on the eye, but 
not the libido.  James wanted to fuck her badly now.

Barry noticed and said, "Don't you agree that she'd be a fantastic fuck?"

James, a little startled by the Dean's admission, replied, "Sure would!"

"Unfortunately, I don't indulge sexually with students or immediate staff," 
Barry sighed.  "but I don't hold that against their parents!" Dean Collins 
said, smiling and looking right into Junior's Father's eyes.  "I assume that 
Junior told you about my confession that I belong to a bisexual swinging group 
here, just like yours with Dr. Steve.  It's easy to see that my Wife is 
smitten with your Wife; perhaps we can get together some time." Barry handed 
James one of his cards.  "Our home number is on the back.  Give us a call 
sometime.  I'm sure that we adults can have as good a time as the young 
folks."

Across the  room, the Doctors Wentworth weren't wallflowers.  Bob was taking 
Patty around and introducing her to everyone in attendance that she hadn't yet 
met.  Patty was stunning in one of her new cocktail dresses.  It didn't show 
as much as Emily's dress, or that of Claire, the President's Wife, but was 
well chosen to display her fine female features.  Many of Doc. Wentworth's 
colleagues had thought him a little too bookish, a little out of the 
mainstream.  Seeing Patty changed all that.  She was a healthy young woman, 
very sexy, and very much in love with her Husband.  Patty absolutely glowed!  
Just before they left the house to drive to the reception, Patty had leaned 
over the master bathroom sink as Bob tossed her dress over onto her back and 
fucked her through a bunch of nice cums before he filled her with his jism.  
Now, as she moved through the crowd, Patty happily felt Bob's cum oozing from 
her pussy, making delicious tingles run from her thighs, up to her clit, and 
bounce off her rock-hard nipples to keep her cums washing gently through her.   
Patty, dressed in her finest amongst the finest of the University, felt 
wonderfully slutty!  The women, smelling the sex juices, smiled coyly, knowing 
that she'd been recently well fucked.  The men, attracted by her pheromones, 
didn't understand and didn't care.  All they understood was that Patty was 
very hot looking and very sexy to be close to.

Dr. James put his arms around Junior's and Emily's shoulders, telling them, 
"You two young folks have made me very happy.  Now, I still expect to see your 
names on the honor rolls each term, so don't think you'll be getting a free 
ride here, and I expect good reports from Dean Watson too, but I do want you 
both to know that I admire and respect your opinions about living, life, and 
studies here at our University.  I don't expect to hear any whining about 
parking or the cafeteria food, but if you feel a significant issue or problem 
could be solved with my help, please write up your suggestion and send it to 
me.  I'll see that it gets my full attention.  Understood?"

Both Junior and Emily nodded and muttered "Yes sir."

"Good!  For starters, Emily, I need you to write me up a report on the Early 
Entry Program for Gifted Students.  It seems that the University has received 
a significant amount of money to underwrite the program and I want your help 
in deciding how best to use it.  I see your report as having three parts, 
though you can modify this if you feel the need.  First, tell me all about how 
you found out about the program.  From whom or where, when, and how you got 
admitted.  Second, I'd like a review of your registration and class selection, 
your living situation, your campus life, and your opinion of the course work.  
Thirdly, and this will be the fun part, your suggestions on how best you think 
we can use the money to advance and enhance the program."

"Now," the University President continues,  "this isn't a book report or a 
term paper, this is more a business analysis.  There is a big difference.  I'm 
sure that Junior's Father can help you with that angle.  Also, my secretary, 
Miss April Fenton, can help you with the proper format and whatnot.  She's 
very good at this sort of thing.  Keeps me on the straight and narrow when I 
prepare my own analysis reports for the board.  Also, Dean's Stevens, Collins, 
and Watson know what how it needs to be done.  I offer these resources to you 
because I expect that analysis soon.  Within two weeks.  Say, two weeks from 
Monday, if I'm going to implement anything in time for the fall term.  Okay?"

Emily, a bit taken aback, could only say, "Yes Dr. James.  Will do!"

"Emily, don't let this old gaffer bulldoze you!" her guardian Dr. John said.  
"I'll help you too.  This will be a piece of cake!  You don't have to do any 
research.  Just write down what you remember and know.  Do a simple outline 
and call me!  You can whip this out in ten hours, easy.  Over two weeks that's 
less that an hour a day!  I'm sure that Ken will write up his request and have 
it to you by Monday morning, won't you Ken!"

"Ah, well, sure!" Dr. James muttered, caught in his own time trap.  "Now 
Junior, Dean Collins told me that you have an excellent idea for helping solve 
the parking debacle on this campus.  He didn't tell me the details of  your 
idea, but I'll let you work that out with him.  But I do expect you to honcho 
this project for us.  In business, they call it 'The Project Manager'.  Once 
you work out a satisfactory plan that meets with Barry's approval, I'd like 
you two to present it to me.  Then I'll expect periodic reports from you about 
your progress.  Unlike Emily's project, yours will take some time to plan, 
initiate, and complete.  Get with Dean Collins and have him arrange a meeting 
with you and Dean Parker of the business school.  They have courses in project 
management; perhaps you can get into one this fall."

"Junior," Sandra Watson of the Honor's College spoke up, "perhaps both you and 
Emily could take the Honor's College course on Business Communications.  It 
covers staff work, letter and memo writing, presentations, telephone 
conversations and messaging, Internet E-mailing and messaging, video/film 
communications and tele-conferencing, and various multi-media communications.  
Some of our HC (shorthand for Honor's College) students spent the last six 
months helping establish this HC class for Dean Parker.  I think you'd both 
like it!  It even included some stress reduction techniques to be used before 
video or personal presentations."

"Excuse me Dr. James," Marsha Tyne, the hostess in charge interrupted.  "We've 
only scheduled this room until 6:15 and it's 6PM already.  We don't want to be 
impolite to our friends in the media and time is running out.  If I may 
suggest, let me have them brought in now."

"Yes, yes.  You're absolutely correct.  Please do."  President James replied.  
He turned to the gathering and called for their attention.  "Ladies and 
gentlemen, the media is coming in now.  If you're with the wrong spouse this 
is fair warning to scoot or straighten up!"

The crowd laughed and some began to move to the exit.

"Mr. Preston Senior, please come forward," Dr. James insisted.  "I know that 
at least one reporter wants your photograph and has a few questions for you.  
Best bring your gorgeous Wife.  Nothing like a beautiful woman to help get 
good press!"

More laughter from the group and the honorees, honored guests, and University 
officials stood at center stage while the rest of the guests left or stood 
back.  Several press photographers came in and began to take pictures, the 
reporters asking questions.  Dr. James handled it all well.  Dr. John and Dr. 
Susan explained their gift to the University.  Junior and Emily gushed their 
pleasure at being accepted into the Honor's College, Dean Watson got in a few 
words too.  Junior's Dad answered a few questions about his recent IPO and he 
and Justine were photographed.  Soon it was all over and Dr. James and Claire 
were again apologizing for not being able to attend the dinner at the 
Wentworth home, but promised that they'd get together soon.  Bob and Patty 
said their good byes and left to go home and make sure everything was ready.  
Junior was escorted out by his Mom and Dr. Susan, while James and Dr. John 
walked with Emily between them.

Out front, engine running, the big Caddy awaited them, Lucy opening the doors.  
Dr. John shooed his Wife and ward into the back seat and got in the front 
passenger seat to talk to Junior."

"Can you close the dividing window?" Dr. John asked Junior.  "I can't stand 
all that girl chatter in the back seat!"  He was referring to Emily and Susan 
giggling and laughing about the women at the reception; their dresses, their 
men, their gossip.  "Wait a minute Junior.  Don't shut that glass yet."

"Emily, would you pour me about three fingers of the Glenfiddich please?" John 
asked.  "Susan, teach the little girl what I mean," John laughed.  "Get a 
glass of Boodles Suze.  You know how that makes you horny, and I just love my 
women horny!"

"Shush John.  You're making the poor girl all frustrated!" Susan replied.

"Oh yeah?  She'd better hurry up with my drink!  I'm parched!  I don't want to 
have come back there and spank her tight little ass!" John chuckled.

"Just a damn minute, Dr. John," Emily cussed.  "I'm new at this and the bottle 
is giving me trouble opening it.  It's got this stupid foil seal!  There!  Now 
three fingers?  Okay!  Now, where's the arsenic?" Emily laughed, then handed 
over the crystal glass of fine single malt scotch.

"Good.  Thanks sweetie!  Now close that window Junior, before I get insulted 
again!"

"Zzzziiiiipppp!" the soundproof window closed on Susan's laughter as Junior 
drove the mini-limo out to the street.

"Well Junior, here's to you!" John took a big sip.  "Ah, that's good!  I'd 
offer you one, but not while you're driving the two most important people in 
my life.  Say, I do want to congratulate you on my ward's happiness.  It's 
obvious that she's nuts over you.  That makes me very happy.  You seem to be a 
good kid.  No, that's not right.  You impress me as a real man, a responsible, 
reasonable, rational guy.  In all my seventy plus years, I've not met any 
nineteen year old that is so assuredly *not* a kid.  So, I'm going to treat 
you like an adult.  Here's the reason I want to talk to you private like this.  
Susan is having a similar conversation with Emily.  I want to fuck Emily and 
Susan wants to fuck you.  Tonight!"


End Chapter 58

********************** My Dear Readers ******************************* 
Please remember that stories are just stories and not reality.  Do not 
engage in unprotected sex or the ugly reality of life in the 21st      
century will rot your mind, rape your soul, and kill your body.        
************** Thank You For Reading My Story ************************

Mrs. James Wentworth Preston 
Copyright 2001 





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