Jon Reskind - Girl_s school pet

"Hey, wait!" Penny cried after her, but then stopped in the doorway, remembering that these sudden unexplainable flights had been occurring more and more frequently with her roommate. Why follow her? Penny had told Victoria time and time again that what she needed was a good fuck, but the virginal young blonde only became angry, icily suggesting that it would be a little more seemly if Penny would try to clean up her speech. Well, the dark-haired young student thought bitterly to herself, she was getting a little tired of these temper tantrums. Maybe she had better start thinking of looking for a new roommate, one who wouldn't make her feel guilty for her thoughts. And with a little sniff, Penny picked up her books and headed for her first class, angry now, but familiar enough with her own temperament to know that in a couple of hours she would have forgotten all about this latest confrontation with her erratic roommate.

Meanwhile, Victoria was automatically heading for the spot where she knew Prince and Ben Wright often went in the mornings, the top of a little hill where they could sit in peace and solitude and look out over the campus and the ocean beyond, drinking in the beautiful sunshiny morning.

Sure enough, they were there. Quickening her footsteps, the young blonde headed for the two masculine figures, one sitting cross-legged on the ground like some ancient hunter, his canine companion back on his haunches with his strong beautiful head raised proudly, sampling the scents borne to him on the morning breeze. Both man and dog turned as Victoria rushed breathlessly up to them but neither made a sound. They seemed to be waiting for her to speak, but suddenly Victoria realized she didn't know what she wanted to say. How could she just blurt out, "Please, Mr. Wright, may I take your dog home with me and let him perform shameful acts on my body? Acts that for some reason I don't seem to be able to do without." Hardly, but that was just what she wanted.

"Morning," Ben finally said in a thick voice.

"Oh, Mr. Wright," Victoria started, "I-I wonder if… could I please…?" but she was cut off by a wave of Ben's big hand as he grimaced in pain.

"Please, child, do you have to shout?" he groaned, and Victoria saw that the big man must have had a hard night. His face was lined even more than usual and his eyes glared redly from their deep-sunk sockets, while his hands kept up a barely perceptible trembling.

"Prince behave himself last night?" Ben asked. Victoria felt paralyzed with fear for a moment, wondering if by some chance Ben might know what had happened. But no, that was impossible.

"Wh-Why yes," the young student said haltingly. "It's just that I-I'm sorry that I wasn't in the room when you got there this morning and didn't have the chance to thank you…" Why not ask? the desperate young woman thought to herself… "And I wonder, Mr. Wright, Prince and I were just getting to know one another. Could I maybe… take him back with me? Just for the afternoon," she added hastily as she saw a slight frown come over Ben's ravaged features.

"Well, I dunno," Ben muttered and then seemed to think for a moment. "But what the hell, I think I'm gonna have to go back to my room and take a little nap." Then the older man looked sharply up at the blonde young student. "What you want him for anyhow? You wouldn't want to seduce my dog away from me, would you now?"

Victoria jumped a little at the word "seduce" and then realized Ben only meant that he was afraid that the dog might become fonder of her than of him. What would this man think, Victoria wondered, if he knew that was just what she wanted to do – seduce his dog? Not for his affections, but sexually, like some kind of perverted whore. The young woman almost relented then, some part of her warning that she would be better off to forget this whole thing and go back to her room alone, but it was far too late. All her determination had been turned to finishing what she and Prince had started last night, for curiosity as well as the pure sexual enjoyment. Yes, she must know what it was like to be brought to completion by a male, even just a male dog. As far as that went, maybe it would be better with the dog. At least he wouldn't force on her crude and unwanted attentions like most of the men she had met so far in her young life.

It was done, anyhow. Ben was getting to his feet wearily. "Go on, Prince. Go on back with Miss Victoria while your poor old master goes home to sleep it off. Christ, what I'd give to be in your shoes-paws." Ben didn't seem to care that he was getting a little careless in his speech with Victoria listening. This often happened after a heavy night of drinking. In fact, he was still a little drunk, all the liquor he had swilled down last night not yet having had a chance to work through his system. Why the dog? Ben thought morosely to himself. Why not him, Ben Wright, lover extraordinaire? Why, these young bitches didn't know what they were missing. He could still get it up with the best of them, and when he did, he knew what to do with it, not like this new breed of bloodless gutless unisex males that lounged and lolled in bored apathy all over the campus. Ah, hell, the weaving Ben thought to himself, if he went on thinking this way, the first thing he knew he would shake up one of these lovely little broads, and then he'd be out on the streets again. Maybe it was enough to have a warm place to sleep and three square meals a day. But somewhere deep inside himself, Ben knew that wasn't enough. No, a man needed more – pride, affection, acceptance of his masculinity. Ben knew he was close to blowing it – his job, everything; maybe reaching out and pinching one of those cute pert breasts bulging out from that gorgeous little hunk of tail standing so bug-eyed before him.

But training won out and Ben waved a hand wearily toward Prince, indicating to Victoria that she should take him away. He wanted her to leave quietly, but the grateful young girl blurted out her thanks in a seemingly unending stream of meaningless words before she finally left, Prince trailing willingly enough after her.

Ben Wright sat for nearly ten minutes in grumpy, meditative loneliness before little insistent nudges from somewhere deep inside his subconscious began to warn him that there was something rather strange about Victoria's nervous insistence on taking the dog.

"Something kind of fishy here," Ben muttered to himself. Sure, lots of young girls liked dogs, but they weren't in a breathless rush to get their hands on one. What the hell was with that girl, anyhow? If he had not been hung over and a little drunk, Ben would have been more charitable in his thoughts toward Victoria, for he truly liked the girl. But the bitterness that lurked just under the surface of his ruined life was spilling from him today in unaccustomed torrents, making him resent the constant provocation of Victoria's unintended seductiveness. If she had been someone else's lover, the big man could have felt more at ease about it, but the shameful waste of that lovely, ripe, unused little body seemed at the moment a personal affront to him. What the hell did she want with his dog anyhow?

A small jolt of alarm went through Ben's whiskey-addled brain. Hell, maybe Victoria was some kind of secret nut and was going to harm his beloved dog. He had better see to this, the big man thought to himself and got unsteadily to his feet. He would follow them, the girl and Prince, and see what she was up to. After all, he represented campus security and it was his duty to know what kinds of things went on in the dormitories, or at least that had been his rationalization on those nights when Ben had lurked outside the windows, secretly hoping to catch a glimpse of naked young coeds.

With a groan, Ben heaved himself to his feet and set off at a shambling gait toward the other side of the campus and Victoria's dorm. Just the thought of maybe seeing the luscious little blonde again was enough to keep his aching body moving.