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Subject: {ASSM} "Elective Course" [Dancer] (MF, rom, cons, 1st, coll, humor)
Date: Sat, 17 Nov 2001 21:10:02 -0500
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Editor's Note: Okay, this one is the sequel to "Like What You See?" - you
might wanna check that one out first.

   (And FWIW, Dancer kinda modelled Pierce, Rob and Les after me & my two
lifelong friends; if you've read any of the Mikel & Nadine stuff referring
to them, you may see some similarities between Pierce & Aaron, Les & Liam,
which leaves Rob to parallel...:)

   Anyway: 18 or younger; scram.  People easily upset; read at your own
risk & we disclaim any responsiblity for anything that happens if you do.:)
Everyone else; enjoy privately (Berne Convention on copyrights applies)

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   Elective Course (MF, rom, cons, 1st, coll, humor)

   Dancer 2001 (c)

   Hello again, Pierce Herron at your service.  Since we last spoke, my
life has taken a turn for the better and it began after I started my senior
year at Chapel Hill, North Carolina.  Of course, I wasn't the only man who
discovered a - how shall I put it?  - steamier side of life whilst on
spring break in Texas.  From my previous entry, I mentioned my friends, Rob
Wilton and Les Cranston.  Well, my little menage-a-trois should have been
the highlight of the trip to Corpus Christi but Rob managed to out do me
again.  While I was being hauled into a men's toilet, Rob had ditched Les
in a coffee shop and learned most of the ins and outs of domination and
submission from a temperamental, redheaded lady of dubious employment.  As
you can imagine, Les was torked at missing out on both our adventures.  He
ranted and raved on the long, exhausting drive home while Rob and I
exchanged knowing looks of having topped our devious, lusty buddy.

   Now that you are up-to-date on what happened, I can get on with my
current adventure.  In a ditty I called 'Like What You See?', I introduced
the three lovely ladies who cornered me in a nightclub bathroom and had
their collective ways with me - Kiesha, Jenna and Ivy.  I found out as we
parted ways that all of us attended the University of North Carolina and
promised myself to look them up after I returned to school, especially Ivy.
Excuse me a moment; have to wipe the saliva dripping down my chin.  Ivy
tends to have that affect on me.  It's her tongue piercing, I think, and
all the applications to my person of aforementioned metal stud.

   Things began one afternoon as Les asked Rob and I what our plans were
for the evening.  Rob flopped onto the second-hand chesterfield, saying,
"Can't tonight.  I've got a meeting at the Top & Bottom at six and believe
me, Terri hates it if I'm late."

   "What about you?" Les asked me and slapped a hand against the back of my
head.  "Still pining for Fern?"

   I tried to hit him back and missed.  "Her name is Ivy, shit-for-brains
and no, I'm not.  I have my life studies class at seven." He grinned and
waggled his blonde eyebrows up and down suggestively.  I rolled my eyes at
his juvenile behavior.  Sometimes, boys never grow up and mature.

   "Lucky fuck," Les grumbled good-naturedly.  "Have you gotten to the
naked women yet?" He spied my sketchbook peeking out from my bookbag and
snatched it too fast for me to stop him.  I didn't bother trying to
retrieve it.  He would just hold me back with one arm and look anyway.  I
crossed my arms and leaned back in my computer chair as Les flipped through
my mediocre pencil drawings.  "Aha!" he cried happily and thrust the
picture in my face.  "So, Mr.  Herron, where were you on the night of the
fifth?"

   "Gee Les," I said with heavy sarcasm.  "I was getting accosted by three
sexy seductresses, all of whom could suck a bowling ball up a garden hose."
I blinked slowly.  "Just where were you?"

   His cheeks ruddied at the reminder that I got some great action and he
didn't.  He huffed and tossed the book on my desk.  "I can get better pussy
shots from a skin mag." He stomped away, snagged his denim jacket off a
chairback and left our little duplex, slamming the front door on his way
out.

   I heard Rob heave himself off the couch and stroll over to me.  He
casually picked up the drawing and gave it a once over.  "Hmmm, not bad
really," he said.  "Her hips are a little too wide for me but, to each his
own, y'know?" He set it down and walked off.

   "Rob?" I called after him and he turned at the doorway to his room.  I
touched my temple with two fingers.  "Thanks." He waved it off with a hand.
Not long after his departure, he flipped his stereo on low and the rhythmic
bass gave me a moment of inspiration.  I cleared most of the crap off my
desktop except for my sketchbook and basic drawing pencils.  Turning to a
fresh page, I used the lightest pencil to make my outline of a woman's
face. I let my brain go to the wayside, ignoring the slight mistakes I made
and normally would have agonized over.  I was a man possessed by my art as
pencils were exchanged several times to add hints of shadow near the closed
eyes and parted lips.  For the very first time, I saw what I envisioned and
imagined instead of the quick strokes of imperfect, charcoal lines.

   Rubbing my hands down my shaven face, I stared at what I'd drawn in
amazement.  The woman was Ivy; her face screwed up in ecstasy as she
orgasmed beside me on that men's room floor.  The view put the onlooker in
the position of hovering above her body.  Her head was slightly turned
toward the left in a three-quarter shot and I could almost feel the jolts
of excitement coursing through her just by gazing upon her features.  The
memory of our brief time together brought my flaccid cock rigidly erect and
throbbing with unspent need.  I sighed and pushed myself away from the
sight, spreading my legs far apart in a vain attempt to relieve the
pressure on my groin.  I sat there for a long while, hoping my sudden
hard-on would dissipate when the telephone rang shrilly.  Being the lazy
sort, I shuffled my feet along the floor and pushed my chair over to the
phone.  "Hello?" I answered in my best 'Hannibal' Lector impersonation.

   There was a second or two of silence, then a female voice asked, "Um,
does Pierce Herron live at this number?"

   I frowned a little, not sure of who this strange woman was.  "Who wants
to know?"

   "Well, could I talk to him?" she hedged.  I didn't reply immediately and
this forced her to continue.  "I...would you tell him Ivy called?  Please?"

   My mouth dropped in shock and I bolted straight up.  "Ivy?  As in
Ivy-from-a certain-nightclub-bathroom?  That Ivy?"

   "Yyesss," she answered hesitantly.  "Pierce?  Is that you?"

   Gulping, I said, "Uh, yeah.  It's me."

   "Thank fucking Christ!" Ivy moaned in obvious relief.  "Do you know how
many guys named Pierce go to school here?"

   "No, how many?"

   "Twelve, and that doesn't include the over thirty crowd.  I have been
calling and calling, trying to find you and -finally-!  Geez, you're hard
to get hold of." I groaned low in my throat at her mention of the word
'hard', bringing my aching erection back in full force.  "Are you okay?"
she asked concerned.  "You sound like you're in pain or something."

   "Mmm, or something," I responded and heard her soft chuckle in my ear.

   "Oh, it's that kind of pain.  The -hard-, -throbbing- -ache- of too much
blood in one area of the male body, right?"

   "Witch," I grumbled at her sultry tone and breathed heavily into the
receiver.

   "So, doing anything tonight?  Besides jacking off?"

   "I've got Art 412 in a couple hours."

   "Skip it.  I'll give you an up-close and personal 'life study'," Ivy
sighed back and a telltale scraping came across the phone line.  My eyelids
fluttered as I pictured her licking her tongue stud over the mouthpiece. 
"I sense you're caving in, right?" My cock was winning the battle over my
conscientiousness of attending class but I wavered in my decision.

   "I've got two roommates," I blurted out.  "Rob'll be gone until dawn but
Les could pop in any time."

   "You could come over to my place.  I live alone." Dah-dah-dun-DUN!  The
cannons of victory sounded the rousing success of my libido and I asked for
her address, promising to be there around six.  "I'll be waiting.  I've got
a couple of surprises for you...Pierce," she replied, emphasizing my name
as a clue.  I hung up drooling like Homer Simpson after a pink-frosted
donut, imagining delicate rings piercing her rosy, pert nipples.

   {Skipping past the boring parts of showering and begging a ride from
Rob}

   The address Ivy gave me was an old manor converted into dormitory-like
apartments.  I jogged up the cement steps to the front door, saw no
security buzzers and went inside.  I stepped into a lobby area very much
like a grand hotel and stood there, scratching my head.  She'd given me the
street address but not her apartment number, so I scanned the lobby for
anyone resembling sweet Ivy.  "Hey!  Up here!" someone yelled down from
above.  I glanced up and saw a girl who looked a little like Ivy except she
had neon blue hair.

   "Ivy?" I called back in question and watched her face light up in a
smile.  "No wonder I never found you!  You dyed your hair!"

   She shrugged.  "A girl likes a change now and then." My eyes noticed the
wide staircase leading to the higher floor.  I walked over and I took them
two at time in an effort to hurry.  As I reached the second floor, she was
waiting and enveloped me in a welcoming hug that I returned.  She caught my
hands in hers and backed away, leading me down the corridor to her humble
abode.  Being the gentleman I am, I let her enter first and followed
trustingly behind.  "Well," she said, holding her arms out toward the room.
"Whaddya think?"

   Nodding, I gave it a quick look.  "Quaint."

   She laughed.  "Always the nice guy, huh?  It's a dive but the rent's
reasonable.  Maybe, I can find better accommodations soon." She sidled up
to me and stroked her fingers along my clothed torso.  I grinned at her
not-sosubtle suggestion of us living together.

   "Who knows what the future holds?" I responded and slipped my
windbreaker down my arms.  She tugged it the rest of the way and gave it a
fling onto an overstuffed chair, then started unbuttoning my favorite faded
shirt.  Her mouth latched onto my left nipple and she teased the nubbin
with the cool metal of her piercing.  I moaned her name and dragged her
head up to mine so I could kiss her thoroughly.  During our oral activity,
she'd managed to remove my shirt, unzip my jeans and dip her hands inside
my jockeys to fondle my cock.  She broke free and kissed her way down my
chest and stomach to my crotch, pumping a small fist along my shaft.  I
watched her beneath hooded eyes as she peeked up at me and twirled her
studded tongue in laving circles around my glistening head.

   My legs buckled when she rubbed her piercing against the underside of my
dick.  Ivy halted her tonguing long enough to guide me over to a chair, and
then she resumed once I was comfortably seated.  Her lips closed over the
tip, gently sucking my glans while working the rest of my clothing off my
legs.  I wore only my open shirt and let my eyes drift shut while she gave
me a heavenly blowjob.  It was fantastic!  Better than what I'd thought,
much better.  She knew just what spots to hit with her silvery nub, getting
me harder and hotter than I'd ever been.  Near to exploding in her mouth,
she released me and placed a loving kiss on my cockhead.  She crawled onto
my lumpy lap, saying, "I think it's time I showed you my first surprise."

   I gazed lustily as she slowly eased her T-shirt over her head.  She wore
an olive green brassiere and I reached my hand behind her back to fumble
with the hook and eye catches.  Incredibly, they snapped open on my second
try and the sexy garment fell away, unveiling her milky breasts.  A silver
barbell pierced each nipple, not the rings I was expecting to see.  "I had
them done a month ago," she explained, grasping my wrists and pulling my
palms to her bosom.  "The guy said to leave these in for a couple months so
the holes can heal and then I can trade up to regular rings."

   "Do they hurt?" I asked softly, worried at causing her pain by toying
with them.

   "Hmm, why don't we find out?" Ivy thrust her chest into my face and
brushed the left barbell near my mouth.  I turned to take it, nipping it
lightly with just my lips before flicking the tip of my lingual muscle over
the warm stud.  She whimpered, rocking her hidden pussy repeatedly along my
arousal.  "Ooohhh, Pierce...yessss..." Pursing my lips into a tight circle,
I suckled her teat and cupped her right breast in my left palm.  I tugged
gently on each little bell with my lips and fingers, feeling her writhe
with pleasure against me.  I switched nipples, settling for tonguing her
studs and wrapping my arms around her slender waist.  She speared her
fingers through my dark hair and held me firmly to her breast, moaning
inarticulate noises until she shivered in my embrace.  I stroked my tongue
up the underside of her neck and brought her limp form closer, allowing her
a minute or two to calm down from her orgasm.

   I rubbed her bare back and reveled in the sensations of her twin studs
pressing hard into my pectoral muscles.  I brushed my cheek against hers
and whispered in her ear, "Where's the bedroom, Ivy?" She responded by
sighing happily and snuggling further into my body, if that's possible.  I
scooted forward to get my footing, adjusted my hands with one on her back
and the other cupping her derriere and stood.  She looped her legs around
my hips and her arms over my shoulders as I carried from the living room
into the next, discovering her boudoir.  The bed was a shambles with the
linens rumpled and twisted into ropes.  I laid her down, disengaged her
limbs from my body and finished undressing the two of us.

   Her bikini tan lines weren't as crisp and clear as when I saw her last,
but she still carried that 'headlight' effect on her breasts and loins.  I
gave myself a quick shake and reluctantly left her in order to dig in my
jeans for the two foil packages Rob slipped me on the ride over.  I hadn't
been gone more than a minute but I guess that was time enough for Ivy to
make her bed.  She was waiting for me under the covers with a flat pillow
folded in half behind her head.  She lifted one corner of the sheets and
beckoned me to join her with a sultry smile.  I crawled in beside her
warmed body and she pulled me on top, petting the taut flesh of my upper
arms and chest.  I placed the unopened condoms on the lower shelf of the
bed's bookcase headboard and settled into some industrial necking.

   We played tongue tag for a while, each of us enjoying her pierced
muscle. She teased the roof of my mouth and ran the metal button along the
outside of my twenty-eight teeth.  I stifled chuckles at the clacking of
hypoallergenic silver against enamel.  They gradually developed into soft
groans as she traced the outline of my lips with the studded tip and I
captured her tongue, sucking carefully.  Now she was the one getting a nice
dose of passion.  She moaned and stroked her vulva against my right thigh,
just above the kneecap.  I released her tongue and rained tiny pecks over
her face, working my mouth toward the side of her neck.  She gasped when I
grazed the skin with my incisors, her whole self stiffening.  I breathed in
her ear, "Sorry, Ivy."

   "Don't apologize.  I liked it." She bit the patch of flesh connecting my
neck to my shoulders and this sudden rush of adrenalin poured over my body
in a crashing wave.  I mumbled something about her asking for it then sank
my teeth into her neck and chewed.  I pressed my lower thigh firmly against
her wet labia, using my leg to stoke her feminine furnace to a melting
temperature.  Her fingers dug deep into my shoulders and she buried her
face against my throat, whimpering and quivering as she climaxed beneath
me. Sensing the time was right, I grabbed one of the unused prophylactics
and tore it open with my teeth while I sat back on my haunches.  My
erection has lessened a tad from Ivy's earlier blowjob but not enough to
need any coaxing from me.  I rested the rubber over my spongy cap and
unrolled it down my length to the base.  (Not bad for a guy who doesn't get
laid very often.)

   Prepared for invasion, I slipped two fingers between her puffy, outer
labia, pushing the tips inside her vagina slightly.  She was dripping wet
with honey and relaxed, obvious to a complete moron how ready she was to
accept me.  I withdrew my sopping digits, pausing to stroke them along the
bundle of nerves at her apex, then took great care to gently thrust my cock
inside her blazing heat.  There was some resistance and I thought it to be
one of two things: either Ivy hadn't gotten any for a while, or I'd
forgotten how fabulous a woman's pussy could feel around my dick.  Ivy
didn't push me away or tell me I was doing it wrong, so I plowed ahead,
quite literally.

   I eased my hands under her shoulders and cradled her slim form,
thrusting in and out at a leisurely pace.  My sex life might be
non-existent, but when it kicks into gear, I make sure the lady enjoys
herself and take my sweet time since I usually only get one shot during the
intimate encounter.  Her legs came round my hips and she rested her heels
lightly against my bottom.  She rocked her pelvis opposite mine, giving
when I took.  Our eyes met and locked together as we fucked, both of us
entranced by the other and the sensations building up where cock and cunt
fused as one.  Her eyes were a muted grassgreen color and I half-smiled, my
brain reeling with all those sappy, romantic ideals inbred in my psyche.

   She kissed my lips chastely and frequently, occasionally whispering for
me to let myself go and come deep inside her femininity.  I remembered a
line from the film 'The Princess Bride' (yes, yes, how cliched!) and softly
replied, "As you wish." Speeding up my strokes a notch, I plunged and
withdrew the entirety of my shaft into and from her clinging pussy
innumerable times (okay.  six.) before I tensed above her and orgasmed. 
While my buried cock jerked inside her channel, I groaned long and harshly
as her muscles shuddered around my ejaculating member.  "Ohhhh Ivyyy..."

   Her arms looped around my neck, hugging me with all her strength.  I
rode out the rest of her release even though I'd finished sooner and
caressed the curves of her shoulders.  I murmured endearments, thanking her
for allowing me the opportunity to share in it.  She told me I was the best
and confessed that she'd thought she'd fallen in love with me.  "I'm glad
my first time wasn't in The Ballyhoo's bathroom.  Kiesha and Jenna would've
given me shit to no end," Ivy stated, her cheeks blushed with
embarrassment.

   "Yeah, that explains it," I said under my breath as I pulled out and
rolled onto my back, thinking back to my entry of her velvet sheathe.  She
tucked the blankets behind her as she turned to look at me.  I smiled
fully. "You were a virgin." I began laughing at myself.  "And stupid me
didn't figure it out.  God, I'm such a putz!"

   "You're not a putz, Pierce," she replied and punched me in the upper arm
playfully.  "Who knew in 2001 you'd have the chance to deflower a virgin?"
I raised my left hand high into the air.  She giggled and grabbed my wrist,
starting a tussle which ended with the bed a complete mess and Ivy
straddling my hips.  She pinned my arms above my head in a dominating
posture that I had absolutely no intentions of escaping from.  I could have
but where would be the fun in that?

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