Junior year dawned and I still had no clue to the direction I wanted my life to take. I checked my inbox on first arriving at the dorm to find a request that I go over to the Student Commons for a meeting with the Board of Regents. Still pining for Dustin, I wondered what I had done wrong and wondered if I would have to return home in shame after being expelled. With fear in my heart, I made my way to the Campus Commons and Library building.
As I mounted the stairs to the third story boardroom, I distracted myself with thoughts of how this imposing modern edifice at first seemed out of place on our young, growing, woodland campus. It then occurred to me that perhaps this was by design, to offer contrast to the natural world that surrounded us nestled in the hills of Pleasant Valley as we are here.
I was relieved to find only a few members of the board in attendance. I had heard that if you were called in for disciplinary action, the entire board would be present. Smiling up at me the chairwoman must have detected my apprehension as she told me to relax and take a seat, that they were not here to chastise me. "On the contrary" she started, "we are here to reward you." She went on to state how often in life, rewards come with more than a few strings attached. That they had reviewed my academic record, and activities since attending this fine college. "Impressed" was the word applied to the "maturity and dedication to studies" I had shown. "A perfect candidate" for what they had in mind in fact.
It was then that the piece of footwear that seems to follow me around, chose to land on the ground. The board was willing to offer me a large cash grant, to aid my studies and start my life after graduation, if...
If I would consent to taking on the added responsibilities of house mother, and mentor to a pair of incoming freshmen sisters who wanted to start a Greek house on campus. The first thought that crossed my mind was actually a feeling of shock and amazement that the words "maturity" and "perfect" had been applied to me. I felt neither mature, or perfect at that moment. I asked if I could have a few minutes to contemplate their gracious offer. The chairwoman nodded affirmatively stating they had been about to take a break from the days business when I arrived. She requested we all return in 30 minutes to complete this agenda item.
Disdaining the beverages at the third floor bar, I headed down to the lobby for a cappuccino to contemplate my future. As I blew across my coffee, the germ of a plan took root in my thoughts. No small sum, the grant and hard work on my part over the next two years, might let me graduate with enough cash to build Dustin's dream for him, thus landing the man of my hearts desire. With a newborn sense of resolve, I then walked into the conference room after the allotted time and accepted the boards request of me. It did not take long to gather my things from the dorm, after all I had not even unpacked yet. I set off on foot, blowing the dust of dorm life from my heals as I walked into the Prominent Mensa Sisters house and met my "charges" for the first time, Angela, and Lilith Pleasant.
Lilith greeted me with a hug and a warm welcome, while the older of the twins appeared a bit more stand-offish at first. Strangely, she seemed more interested in my family and childhood acquaintances than she was in myself, or my qualifications to be their mentor. As we talked though, I felt her warming up, and eventual acceptance of me. Meet and greet accomplished, I unpacked and looked at myself in the mirror. With that, I decided a mentor does not walk around in a teen frock, no matter that the pink highlights my soft green skin. I settled in at one of the computers and poured through the online catalog looking for just the right outfit for an upperclassman of my position and standing.
I settled on a prim skirt and heels for my lower apparel and mixed that with a top from my homeworl, er town, complete with my family crest as ornamentation. While the top may seem a bit out of place here, where I come from, textiles are used as ornamentation only, not to conceal the forms we have been blessed by our creator with.
Leaving childhood behind instilled a confidence and determination that was new to my experience. I then started work on my Junior thesis as the girls went outside to commune with the mother goddess. Strange I thought, they are keeping their textiles on, that was something I would need to work on them with was the thought as I poured myself into my book.
When I felt I had enough background information, I got up to change into my pajamas and settled in front of the computer I had claimed to let my thoughts coalesce into the beginnings of what I hoped would be an A+ on completion. I don't know how much time passed but as the girls came in I looked up and decided it was time for some "sisterly bonding" So it was that the girls and I gathered around on the floor in our sleeping attire and began what I hoped would become a nightly tradition in our shared lives. I started out by telling them about the book I hoped to write as we shared our thoughts and dreams for the future. Eventually the conversation turned to boys and sex, and I found myself, against my better judgment, agreeing to a first time/best time sharing of stories.
Angela started and after her first few words my heart leapt into my throat. At the phrase "his name was Dustin Broke" she had my full attention as my ears turned a lovely shade of crimson. I sat there dumbstruck as I listened to the tale of how my gentle considerate lover had been a rude, crude, self gratifying bastard of a teen. It occurred to me that now I knew why he had recognized me for the virgin I was our first time.
When she got to the part where she discovered she was pregnant and her subsequent abortion, I put my hand on her knee in a motherly fashion and asked the question I had to know the answer to. Did the father of the child know of her pregnancy? She laughed at that and said she would not have given him the time of day at the moment in time this occurred, much less informed him that he had fathered what would have turned out to be twins.
Deep in thought as Lilith started telling her tale of sliding off her panties in the restroom of a bar and taking her first man into her pussy, I looked up when she turned to Angela and said I am sorry but. The but gave me further food for thought as she described the physical attribute I yearned most for entering her teen body. My dreamboat had fucked not one, but both of the girls I was supposed to mother and mentor. How was I to deal with this, and what impact, if any, did it have on my feelings for Dustin I found myself wondering. Distracted by the twins pounding each other I did not have time to gather my thoughts before they sat back down and turned to me expectantly.
Inhaling deeply, I began. Omitting his name (for now at least), I told them how as a freshman, yes I told them I was a virgin on entering college, as a freshman I had been smitten by an upperclassman. I went into the pain I felt when he did not even notice that I existed, how I did stupid girlish things in an attempt to garner his attentions. Emboldened by their responses of "the jerk", I went into how I finally gave up and was fishing when he deigned to speak to me. At this, Lilith nudged her twin and said, see, I told you fishing was a good thing.
Carrying on, I eventually worked my way to the day I had joined him in the hot tub, and the feelings I experienced of his gentleness as on realizing my virgin state he had taken the time to make certain I was ready for him before he attempted to enter me. I then told them how crestfallen I had been afterwards with his words.
Lightening the mood I rose and said, "but I am going to win him, mark my words, the next two years will be spent positioning myself to become his wife." At that, they too rose and hugged me. With promises of help ringing in my ears I climbed the stairs to my waiting bed.
