Summer Internship l

-- JUNE 2004, SUMMER BREAK --

"Hi, honey! I'm home!" I called as I walked through the front door. The hardwood floor of the old Berkeley house creaked as I trod down the short hallway, passing the coat closet. I lifted the single-strap of my black leather messenger bag over my head, dumping the bag on the floor for convenient retrieval later. One nice thing about "work" compared to "school" was that "work" ended at a prescribed time, with no homework to complete nor exams to study for. I'd pick up the bag tomorrow morning on my way out the door.

I also started unbuttoning the long-sleeved blue dress shirt I was wearing. I wasn't big on wearing such semi-formal attire, especially in warm June weather; but Professor Isakova insisted that I learn to be comfortable in professional clothing as preparation for a career in business. At least she let me roll up the sleeves.

But then my fingers suddenly lost their grip on the next button. I came to a dead stop in the archway to the living room. And my jaw dropped to the floor somewhere around the same place as my Kenneth Cole shoes.

"Welcome home, babe."

She was as beautiful as ever. More beautiful, in fact, because I knew that she was finally mine. After all our years growing up together from children into fully-formed adults, after the starts and stops and hiccups in our developing relationship, Dawn and I had become the romantic couple we both always knew we would be. And the knowledge that my soulmate and I would be sharing the rest of eternity together filled me with a wonderful sense of bliss at the mere sight of her.

Of course, my jaw didn't drop every time I saw Dawn. After all, I was rather accustomed to her beauty by now, so that the mere sight of my girlfriend no longer stopped me dead in my tracks. What had my mouth hanging open on this afternoon was my girlfriend's attire: my plain white button-down dress shirt, and except for her omnipresent 'Ben Forever' bracelet, not a single thing else.

It was a habit Dawn had picked up at Adrienne's suggestion. My ex-girlfriend/adoptive-sister frequently went about the house wearing only a dress shirt and panties back when we were dating during our Freshman year. There were always a lot of shirts to choose from since I rarely wore them myself back in those days. Adrienne had told Dawn how much I liked the choice in wardrobe, and so my current girlfriend had adopted the same attire once we started living alone in this big house. For now, at least, it was just the two of us. Come late August our little sisters would be moving in to start their own college careers. I wondered if Dawn's wardrobe would change when that happened; but in the meantime, I'd enjoy the view.

I especially enjoyed the view today. Dawn usually wore panties along with the dress shirt. Dawn also usually buttoned the shirt up. Neither was the case today. The blonde angel was reclining across the couch, my white dress shirt open from throat to tails, the cloth parted enough to the sides that she might as well have skipped the shirt entirely, for it did absolutely nothing to cover her body.

Dawn's unbelievably firm and yet supple 34D tits thrust proudly into the open air, capped by erect pink nipples. Her slender torso tapered down to a flat tummy before flaring out to her pleasantly shaped hips. It was her long legs that gave her the boost to a 5'9" height, the right leg extending all the way to the end and off the front edge of the sofa. And her left leg was bent with the knee up, spreading her crotch open wide for my easy view.

Her pussy was no longer completely bare-shaven. She'd grown a perfectly manicured blonde rectangle of fuzz just above her slit, proving that the carpet matched the drapes. I knew it took more work to maintain the little landing strip than to just shave everything off, but I also thought it made my girlfriend look more mature, befitting her nearly 20-year age, no longer a little girl. And I couldn't help but notice that Dawn was calling my attention down to that sweet honeypot, holding open her own labia with two fingers, fingers and pussylips both glistening with moisture.

My gaze then traveled back up Dawn's body to her surpassingly beautiful face. Her crystal clear blue eyes bored right at me with laser intensity, and were set off by dark eyeliner. Despite her dressed-down appearance, Dawn was in full makeup, accentuating her cheekbones and pouty lips to look even more sensually alluring than normal. And when she finally spoke, her voice was both melodious like a songbird and hypnotically intoxicating like a siren. "Welcome home, babe. I've been so lonely without you."

I wanted to say something charming. I wanted to sound witty and confident. But I just sort of squeaked.

No matter. Dawn giggled and a mirthful smile crossed her face. The sensuously seductive vamp façade vanished, to be replaced by Dawn's more natural adoring-girl-next-door look. She sat up and reached her arms out to me, and without thinking about it I approached her. She got to her feet and stood up straight, elevating onto her tip-toes to try and match my 6'0" height. And she wrapped her arms around my neck to hug me warmly and lean her head in for a sweet kiss.

This kiss didn't turn out to be exactly "sweet". Dawn's state of dress had already accomplished its mission. I was rock-hard in my slacks, and the instant my girlfriend's half-naked body rubbed up against me, the sexual creature inside took over.

My hands dropped to Dawn's perfect ass, grabbing a perky cheek in each palm as I lifted her off her feet and then more or less tackled her back onto the couch. Dawn squealed as she fell through the air before landing on her back across the couch cushions, with me between her legs. I snarled as I turned my head and thrust my tongue into her mouth. And my hands were quickly opening up my belt and zipper as I franticallly worked to extract my turgid cock.

Dawn moaned, "Oh, Bennn" when my lips left hers to kiss my way down her neck. Her own hands scrabbled at the front of my shirt, trying to unbutton me. It was an ultimately futile effort. She never got the last three buttons done, period. But no matter; my shirt wasn't going to stop us from getting what we both wanted. The only thing in our way was my pants, and a few seconds later, both they and my boxers were around my knees. And Dawn gasped as she felt my thick weapon nudging into her vaginal folds.

"Bennn..." Her voice was a choked whisper. I grunted as I pushed forward. Her tight channel squeezed my shaft tightly, yielding only with resistance to my unrelenting penetration. "Unnghhh..." she moaned as I continued to descend.

And then we were joined. I only realized I'd stopped breathing after my pelvic bone was fully pressed up against Dawn's. I dropped my cheek onto the throw pillow against my face, panting for oxygen as I let my body settle down, pinning my girlfriend beneath my weight.

Dawn cooed into my ear and wrapped her arms more tightly around my neck, clutching me fiercely. And she was the first one to begin our fucking motion, rocking her hips against the springiness of the couch cushions to move her own pussy a few inches off my cock before swinging back and recapturing the same length.

I remained still for only a few moments and took three deep breaths to calibrate myself. I then pushed my chest off of hers, supporting myself on my own elbows. And gazing adoringly into her eyes, I dipped and gave my soulmate a searing kiss.

And then I fucked the living shit out of her.

At first, Dawn tried to hold onto my pistoning hips by crossing her ankles behind my lower back. But I was bucking so hard that she soon lost her grip, causing her legs to flail helplessly in the air.

She tried to hold onto my neck in a similar fashion, but the sexual animal inside me didn't like being restrained, so I grabbed her wrists with my hands and pinned them back behind her head, leaving them alone only when she flipped her palms back to grip the armrest as if it were the only thing keeping her anchored to the couch.

And sometime later, after Dawn let out two separate ear-splitting shrieks that echoed through the corners of this big empty house, I let out a bellow of my own as I slammed forward one final time and ejected a gallon of cum into Dawn's writhing body.

"I'm cumming!" I groaned, my hands clutching her shoulders both to pin her in place and embrace her with all my passion.

"I feel it!" she crooned, her bright eyes alive and dancing with each successive burst against her inner walls.

And then there were no more words as our lips melded together, heightening our pleasure as we rode out the final waves of orgasm.

At last we had finished ... for now, at least. I, for one, planned on a couple more rounds before we surrendered ourselves to sleep. Maybe a screwing in the shower – we hadn't done that in a few days. In the meantime, our bodies wanted to rest. So quivering, I let my chest drop back down to settle my weight against Dawn's sweaty, near-naked body. And she hugged me tenderly while humming her pleasure into my ear.

A few minutes later, I heard Dawn's humming tone elevate in pitch. "Hm?"

I raised my head up and looked over to see her picking at her white dress shirt's collar. "What?" I queried.

Dawn giggled. "Well, I was going to suggest you wear this shirt tomorrow. But now I think you'd better pick one a little less wrinkly."

"Morning, Professor," I greeted cheerily as I walked into the office.

"Benjamin..." Professor Isakova scolded as she looked up from her desktop.

I grimaced. I hated it when she called me 'Benjamin', and her Russian accent only made it sound harsher. Only my mom ever used my full name, and that only when she was upset with me. It was the Professor's perfect way of reminding me how I should be addressing her. "Sorry, Viktoriya," I apologized. "It's habit."

"Well, it's only been a month," the leggy Eastern European beauty replied with a sigh. "But at this rate, by the time you get used to using my first name, it'll already be time to go back to calling me 'Professor'."

I blushed and shrugged while setting my bag on the separate table. Viktoriya had a relatively large office, big enough to have a circular meeting table and four chairs away from her desk. The school had given us two laptops for temporary use, and that meeting table was where Kim Fukuzaki and I were doing most of our work this summer.

Speaking of Kim, she arrived a minute later. "Good morning, Viktoriya. Morning, Ben." The pretty Japanese-American girl was in her usual summer attire, a thin short-sleeved blouse over an omnipresent white tank top. She carried her black and hot pink leather motorcycle jacket slung over one shoulder and matching street cycle helmet under her left arm. The helmet and jacket were hung from the coat rack, and her backpack flopped onto the table. "So whadda we got today?" she asked casually as she reached both hands into her hair and around to the back of her head, quickly flipping her jet black and blonde-streaked locks around as she whipped a hot pink scrunchy around them to form a ponytail.

"Kim!" Viktoriya barked in a semi-commanding voice. The stern Professor look was back and she glared at the younger girl, an expectant look on her face.

"Ahem," Kim blushed and stood up a little straighter. She schooled her face and focused at attention as she stated, "My apologies. We completed the business model review yesterday. I was thinking Ben and I should look into different case studies of the companies using that model and analyze how successfully they're executing it. We could break up the target companies by size, and check their profitability and cost efficiencies."

"Much better." Viktoriya nodded. "But before you start your analysis, I suggest you also break up the target companies by profitability. Sometimes the financial performance follows from execution of their business model-"

"But sometimes the execution follows from the company's financial solvency and stability," I interrupted.

Our beautiful, chestnut brown-haired professor turned her dark blue-eyed gaze to me, along with a proud smile. "Precisely, Ben."

I grinned.

"Think about it." Viktoriya nodded and then turned for the door. "In the meantime, I need some coffee."

The Professor left and the door closed behind on her way out. Arching an eyebrow, I then turned my attention to Kim. "What was that all about?"

"What?"

Still with arched eyebrow, I looked at Kim curiously. "She kinda barked at you."

"Oh, that." Kim waved me off dismissively. "Viktoriya's been getting on my case about presenting a more professional appearance and demeanor."

"I know what you mean," I replied, tugging at my shirt collar. It was a dark green button-down. The white one, uh, needed to be ironed.

Kim smiled. "Yeah. But what can I do? It's not like a suit would be practical when I'm riding a motorcycle every day."

Automatically, I looked my friend and "co-worker" up and down. I'd always thought the Japanese-American girl was pretty, but she was never one to really fuss about her appearance. Her typical school attire was that tank top along with a black hoodie. She was about 5'5" and never bothered to wear platforms or heels to boost her height. And her makeup had always been pretty minimal. I'd just never really seen Kim dressed to impress, either for professionalism OR sexuality, and I had a hard time imagining her in a suit. "Definitely not practical," I agreed.

"Well, it's more than just appearance. She's been harping on my speech and carriage. She says it's much harder for a woman to get respect in the business world, and only by presenting myself with confidence and always thinking about new ideas will I ever succeed."

I stuck my lower lip out as I thought about that. "Makes sense. Seems like you'll never relax that way, but I guess it makes sense."

Kim nodded and then pointed to the table. "Come on. I'll bet this is another of Viktoriya's little tests. We'd better have lists breaking down the target companies before she comes back with her coffee."

At the end of the day, I was the first one to finish up and head home as Viktoriya kept Kim behind for some further instructions. From the look Kim shot me before I left, I figured they were going to be some new criticisms about her appearance, maybe the pink fingernails or the blonde-streaked hair.

I felt bad for her, but I understood the point Viktoriya was trying to get across. The fact was: we weren't teenagers anymore. We were Juniors in college, upperclassmen, and pretty soon we'd be graduating and moving out into the real world. It was as if we were passing some invisible line from our Sophomore to Junior years, crossing over from childhood into adulthood.

But for right now, I was still just a college kid. I wanted to enjoy my evening off. And for me, that meant spending more time with Dawn.

"Hi, honey! I'm home!" I called as I walked through the front door. Having an academic job for the summer, I both started work later and returned home later than Dawn's more traditional internship hours. I heard the exhaust fan in the kitchen running, and as I dropped my bag to the floor, I already knew better than to expect my girlfriend to be waiting half-naked and wanting to get fucked.

Indeed, Dawn was in the kitchen with her back to me. She was still dressed in slacks and a nice blouse from work, although she wore an apron to help protect her clothes from any food spills. She took my breath away when she turned her face back to smile at me in greeting, showing off twin rows of pearly while teeth while her crystal blue eyes sparkled radiantly. "Hi, babe," she hummed happily.

"Mmm ... smells good..." I hummed right back as I sidled up directly behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and bending to kiss her neck. Dawn giggled and let me continue nibbling at her sensitive skin before turning her lips to mine for a welcoming peck.

"Mmm-wah!" I finished kissing her with a flourish. And with an easy smile, I looked at my girlfriend and asked, "Anything I can do to help?"

Dawn glanced over and then up to the cabinets. "Set the table ... Oh! Before you do that, can you get me the Yoshida sauce out of the refrigerator?"

I nodded and retrieved the requested jug containing the ridiculously sweet sauce discovered by Deanna Evans at Costco. I handed it over, waited for Dawn to hand it back for return to the fridge, and then went to set the table. And as I laid out the silverware, I sighed happily and glanced back into the kitchen. "Is this what it'll be like when we're married?"

"What?" Dawn frowned as she looked at me. For a second, I worried because she didn't exactly have a happy expression on her face at my mention of the m-word. But then she turned off the burner and also switched off the overhead exhaust fan. "What did you say?"

I grinned and shrugged. "I was just wondering if this is what life will be like when we're married. Just the two of us in a house together. Coming home from work, you making dinner. Me puttering around to set the table. Y'know ... married."

To my relief, Dawn let a beaming smile spread across her lips. "Something like this." She glanced down, momentarily lost in thought, and she giggled cutely. When she looked back up at me, there was a fresh sparkle in her eyes. "Do you really think it'll happen? Do you really think that someday, I'll be your wife?"

I blinked and arched an eyebrow. "Isn't that the point? Why else would I be in this relationship with you if I didn't think we'd end up getting married someday?"

"I dunno..." Dawn sighed and leaned against the counter. "I want to. Of course I do. And I fantasize about what it'll be like to be your wife all the time. But we're still young, right? We've still got two more years before we graduate and then there might even be graduate school after that. A lot can happen in a few years. So much HAS already happened in the past few years. And really, we've only been together for what, a month?"

I snorted. "We've been together for twenty years."

"I'm not even twenty years old yet," Dawn chuckled.

"You know what I mean."

Dawn sighed and wiped her hands on the apron. She started walking to me, and leaning back against the dining table, I opened my arms in welcome. She opened her own arms and we hugged each other, squeezing firmly. "I love you," Dawn said in the most heartfelt of voices.

"I love you, too. I always have."

"I want to believe," Dawn sighed. "I want to think that everything will work out, and that no matter what happens the two of us will last. But I don't want to be a dreamer, completely out of touch with reality. And the reality is that we've got a long ways to go before we're ready to get married."

"I know." I exhaled and thought about my recent past. I'd made a lot of mistakes in my life, including some really boneheaded ones that I particularly regretted. I'd gotten lucky for the most part that things hadn't turned out worse for me and for the people I loved. And I knew I had some more maturing to do, especially in my decision-making, before I would be ready to be anybody's husband. The LAST thing I ever wanted to do was hurt Dawn and somehow drag her down with me.

Dawn pulled back and looked at the expression on my face. Her eyebrows canted and she pouted. "Ohhh ... don't look like that. I don't mean you. You're perfect. You're warm and caring and always so considerate. You'd make a great husband right now. Me? I'm still a self-centered bitch."

I rolled my eyes. "No you're not."

Dawn exhaled, looking sad. "I know what I need to work on. And I'm not the person I want to be just yet." She flicked her eyes up to me, looking almost scared. "I'm not ready. I'm going to make mistakes. And I could end up doing things that hurt you."

I nodded. "And I'll heal. It's okay. Maybe I AM a bit of a dreamer, but I believe that we'll work things out. Shit's gonna happen to us, but as long as we both keep working at it, as long as we both WANT to make it work, we will. I believe that. Don't you?"

Dawn managed a smile. And after taking a deep breath, she held my cheeks and pecked me on the lips. "I do. We're gonna make it. I know it. Because for you, I'll do anything."

"Good." I grinned. Then I reached back and held up a plate. "Then get me my dinner, woman!" I barked playfully.

Dawn giggled, then took both plates and headed back into the kitchen to grab our food. And as I watched her putting together our dinner, I let myself fantasize just a bit about how wonderful our future would be.

Boobs. I was always such a sucker for a nice pair of boobs. And it was a rather fantastic pair that was hanging down right in my face. The full-button blouse had the top two buttons undone, which meant that the whole garment sagged away from her body when she was bent over like this. That left the upper slopes of those creamy white mounds exposed, encased in what looked to be a standard-issue beige bra. But standard issue or not, there was no hiding the roundness of those tits.

Still, I did my very best not to stare. After all, I wasn't at home checking out my girlfriend or some other young co-ed. I was in an academic building, in a professor's office, and this was my boss/teacher I was checking out.

"So remember the Nash paper on Equilibrium Points. 'The correspondence of each n-tuple with its set of countering n-tuples gives a one-to-many mapping of the product space into itself.' So that means ... I'm sorry. Am I distracting you?"

I blinked rapidly and pulled my head back to look at her face. Viktoriya had been leaning over the table as she pointed to my monitor, and conspicuously I noticed that she didn't stand up to remove the view from my sight. My eyes darted into her cleavage once again before I managed to jerk my gaze back to her cool blue eyes. "Umm ... sorry, Viktoriya."

"Oh, don't be. I would have been more offended if you didn't look." She smirked, and there was a playful lilt in her Russian accent. And only then did the beautiful older woman stand upright. And with a little smile, she posed for me, cocking her hip and putting her right hand on her waist. "It's nice to know that an old woman like me can still pull your attention. Especially when you have a girlfriend as beautiful as Miss Evans."

I blushed, but the knowledge that she'd deliberately stayed bent over even after catching me ogling her gave me a sense of confidence. I'd been around enough pretty girls to know when one was fishing for a compliment. Young or old, it didn't really matter. So instead of being embarrassed, I simply let my eyes rove up and down my professor's slender, and yet stacked, body. "You are a beautiful woman, Viktoriya. I could be married with children and someone like you would always draw my attention." I chuckled. "And I'm sure you have your share of men checking you out at all times."

Now it was Viktoriya's turn to blush. "You are a silver-tongued devil, aren't you?"

I grinned. "Sometimes."

"Still," she sighed. "It would not be proper for me to titillate you any further. I am your teacher, after all."

Playfully, I pouted as if having her stop teasing me was the last thing in the world I wanted. "Well, just like the use of your name, Viktoriya, you're not my teacher right now. We're just work colleagues, right?"

Her dark blue eyes flashed at me. "I think there's something in the regulations about supervisor-intern relations, as well. But then," she added with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. "This isn't a traditional company, now is it?"

I just chuckled and nodded. And sensing that the teasing conversation was coming to an end, I just turned forward to look at my monitor.

And then I felt her fingers run along my shoulder. I tensed up slightly at the unexpected sensation, but relaxed a second later. After all, I was used to girls rubbing up against me, although they usually were classmates around my own age. But then a second hand joined the first. This hand ran from my neck all the way across my shoulder and down the side of my bicep. It felt like Viktoriya was simultaneously giving me a shoulder massage and feeling me up. And then I heard the soft sound of inhalation from right behind my ear as my professor apparently was ... smelling ... me.

Just then, the doorknob jiggled and the hands jerked off my shoulders. Both Viktoriya and I turned around just as the door opened, and Kim walked in wearing a familiar black and hot pink leather motorcycle jacket and carrying her helmet under her arm.

"Late again?" Viktoriya asked in a scolding tone. She crossed her arms over her chest while looking sternly at the younger girl.

"I'm sorry," Kim puffed, a little out of breath. She bowed her head as if in shame, reminding me of some underling in an Asian gangster flick having to apologize to his Boss for some fuck-up. "I don't mean to make excuses, but the police closed down 880 entirely to clear away a major accident. Even a motorcycle can't get through that."

Viktoriya sighed and dropped her arms. "In what city do you live again?"

"Sunnyvale."

Viktoriya exhaled, thought about it, and then nodded. "Do not make a habit of this." The Russian accent was thicker, and made it sound even more menacing.

"I won't, ma'am," Kim replied, sounding chastised.

The professor then turned and looked back to me. A little flash went through her eyes, and after making sharp inhalation, she seemed to quiver. Abruptly, she then announced, "I'm going to go get some coffee. Kim, get settled in. Ben will explain what we're working on."

Kim nodded. Viktoriya left. And then Kim's shoulders slumped as she almost dejectedly started shrugging off her jacket. The motion caused Kim to thrust her tits forward, straining the globes against her sheer blouse and that ubiquitous white tank top. And even though Kim didn't have the biggest tits, probably a B-cup, I still had boobs on my mind and had to force myself to look away again.

Fortunately, Kim didn't notice. "'Do not maek eh hebbeet of theese'", she griped, mocking Viktoriya's accent for a brief moment. "What, does she think I planned the accident?"

I shook my head. "She's always coming down so hard on you. It doesn't make sense."

"She's just trying to toughen me up, I think," Kim sighed. "She's right: women have a harder time in the business world. You've got to have thick skin and you've got to be just that much better than men to get an equal amount of respect."

"Still ... I don't think she's ever barked at me like that. And I KNOW I've done a couple of boneheaded things since we started."

Kim smirked. "That's because she wants to fuck you."

I blinked and jerked my head back in surprise. "Excuse me?"

Kim rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me you haven't noticed."

"Well ... uh..."

"C'mon. The casual touches ... I've seen her rub your arm or shoulders or touch your lower back ... almost like she wants to grab your ass."

"She does not."

"Of course she does. You've got a nice ass, Ben." Kim smirked. "And you said it yourself, she doesn't bark at you, even when you screw up. No, she goes out of her way to compliment you, to butter you up. I mean, some of your insights are good, but they're not THAT good."

"Hey!"

"It's no slight against you. You're smart. But she's just laying it on a little thick, that's all. You seriously haven't noticed her flirting with you?"

"She flirts with a lot of people. Professor Rutledge, for example. She's practically giggly with him," I pointed out.

"Professor Rutledge is flirting with her. He's been trying to hook up with Viktoriya since last year. But more to the point, she doesn't flirt with students. Period. You remember Professor Ice, don't you? No, you're the only one I've ever seen her get like this with. If you weren't with Dawn, I seriously think she'd be going Cougar on your ass."

I shook my head. "It's just the summer. She's dropping the Ice Queen persona and having us call her by her first name. She's trying to foster a feeling of teamwork instead of her just giving us orders. Things'll go back to normal in the fall."

"Maybe," Kim shrugged. "Maybe."

"Whatever the reasons, it just doesn't seem fair that she's so hard on you."

"Oh, I don't mind."

"Really?"

Kim nodded, staring off into the distance. "Really. I admire Viktoriya. She's so strong and confident. She knows exactly what she wants and she goes after it. Really ... she's quite the woman. So when she tells me I have things I need to work on, I really take them to heart. I know that listening to her will make me better." There was no mistaking the sparkle in Kim's eyes as she said this. She really did seem to idolize our professor.

"Then why do you keep showing up late, even when she keeps harping on it?" I asked with a smirk.

"It's only the third time!" Kim protested. But then she sighed in resignation. "Traffic, really. I mean, I'm never this late; closing the whole damn freeway really screwed me up. It's just that my dad's house is an hour away even in good traffic. While the motorcycle helps, letting me split lanes for a good chunk of that, even I get slowed down whenever there's an accident. There's a big difference between cruising along at 75 or weaving in and out of lanes at 25, trying to make sure I don't get clotheslined by somebody's side-view mirror."

"I thought you were gonna get an apartment around here for the summer. Moving in with your roommate from the dorms, right?"

Kim winced. "I didn't tell you?"

"You told me the roommate thing didn't work out and that you were living at home. I'm not sure you ever told me why."

"Oh," Kim blushed. "Uh ... well ... my roommate flunked out. She's not coming back next year. So there went that idea for getting an apartment. And it just didn't make sense for me to spend the money. I didn't realize the commute would be this hard."

My brain whirled and spat information out through my mouth before I really thought about it. "Huh. Well, maybe you should move in with me."

Kim blinked rapidly, momentarily taken by surprise. "Huh?"

"I'm serious. Why not?"

"Well, uh ... I wouldn't want to take up space that-"

"It's a four-bedroom house," I interrupted. "And we've got two empty rooms until our sisters arrive in late August. Three, actually, since Dawn more or less moved in with me."

"But I wouldn't be able to pay that much-"

"We wouldn't even need all that much in rent." I shook my head. "Probably the same as what you're paying in gas right now. More importantly, you wouldn't have to commute back and forth every day."

"Oh, well, uh, maybe it wouldn't be such a good idea. I mean we're co-workers and I don't want any roommate conflicts to get in the way of our working relation-"

"Believe me, we'd be fine," I interrupted.

"But, uh, I mean, maybe it would be better not to make a rash decision that-"

"Oh, stop trying to think of things that could go wrong," I practically commanded. "Seriously, this would solve your problems. No more commuting. You could wear professional clothes instead of your motorcycle gear. No more Professor Ice riding your ass about your attire."

"Are you sure I wouldn't be intruding? I mean, you've got a nice little setup playing house with your girlfriend. If I were her, I'm not sure I'd want another girl coming in."

"Uh, well ... Yeah, I should probably talk to Dawn first," I blushed in embarrassment. "But I'm sure she'd be fine with this. Dawn's not the jealous type, especially over a friend who just needs someplace to stay for the summer. I'm sure we can work something out."

Kim raised her eyebrows. "Are you sure I wouldn't be ... ah ... cramping your style?"

I got the innuendo in Kim's voice and I chuckled. "I don't think your presence would actually restrain us or anything. But now that you mention it, I've been planning to put up some soundproofing insulation on the walls in the master bedroom to help with the ... ah ... noise. I can put those up now, but you might still hear a few things. It's more a question of whether you'd be comfortable with those kinds of sounds."

Kim shrugged. "I'm no prude. I can handle it if you guys won't get embarrassed about it."

I thought back to the previous year, with all the noises going throughout the entire house. "Believe me, embarrassment is not a factor."

Kim then went quiet. She looked nervously at me and said softly, "Would you, ah ... be expecting anything of me?"

I arched an eyebrow. "'Expecting'?"

Kim blushed and gave me a coy look, the embarrassment on her face making it clear she was talking about something sexual. "You have a reputation. I was just wondering if you were thinking that having me close by would-"

"Oh, no-no-no," I interrupted while shaking my head, only now realizing what she was getting at. "Not that you're not an attractive girl. You're very pretty. But I'm not offering you a place to stay so I can get into your panties."

Kim gave me an odd smile, like she was both relieved and disappointed. But she quickly nodded. "So are you serious? You guys might be able to rent me a room?"

I nodded. "Sure. Come home with me after work," I stated confidently. "We can talk to Dawn and get all the details worked out."

"Well..."

"Kim! Relax! Just come by the house with me after work, okay?" I practically ordered her.

Immediately, she blinked and nodded obediently. "Okay."

"Hi, honey! I'm home!" I called as I walked through the front door. The hardwood floor of the old Berkeley house creaked as I trod down the short hallway, passing the coat closet. I lifted the single-strap of my black leather messenger bag over my head, dumping the bag on the floor for convenient retrieval later. And I turned to Kim, gesturing for her to follow me.

I was still looking back at Kim when I arrived at the archway to the living room. I watched her brown-eyes widen and her mouth gape open as she gasped in surprise. I quickly whipped my head around as a sense of doom settled over me. And my jaw dropped to the floor somewhere around the same place as my Kenneth Cole shoes.

Oh, crap.

Dawn had been facing away from the archway, kneeling on top of the couch cushions and draping her torso over the backrest. Her only articles of clothing were strappy black stiletto heels, sheer black stockings, and matching black garters. This left her perfectly-formed ass completely bare and on full display as she thrust it back in my direction, her pink pussy already damp with anticipation.

"Welcome home, babe," Dawn crooned before turning her face around. I was helpless to do anything but watch as her crystal clear blue eyes suddenly jerked open in shock. She scrambled around, her naked tits jiggling as she twisted and sank into a seated position on the couch. And she snagged the nearest throw pillow, pulling it into her lap to cover her chest and crotch. "BEN!" she shrieked in both shock and outrage.

Yeah ... I wasn't getting laid anytime soon.

Thinking fast, I grabbed Kim around her waist and shuffled the still-in-shock girl back into the hallway. I actually brought her all the way into one of the downstairs bedrooms and loudly closed the door so that Dawn would know we were safely out of sight. Ten seconds later, I heard the pounding footsteps of my girlfriend racing upstairs to our bedroom.

"You can let go of me now," Kim said a few seconds later.

Belatedly, I realized I was still holding onto the girl's waist. I pulled my hands off and blushed. "Sorry about that."

Kim just shook her head. "No problem. I feel worse for Dawn."

"Yeah..." I sighed. "I should've known she might be waiting for me like that."

"This a regular occurrence for you two?"

"I wouldn't say regular." I chuckled. "But this definitely is not the first time."

Kim smiled. "That's good. My last boyfriend and I didn't have nearly as much spontaneity. One reason why we broke up."

"When was that?"

"Oh ... High School, actually."

I arched an eyebrow. "You haven't had a boyfriend since High School?"

"Never found someone who really ... ah... understood me." Kim shrugged. "Besides, I've been busy. This college thing isn't easy."

I frowned. "You're one of the top students in our class!"

Kim smirked. "Yeah well unlike you, I actually have to work my ass off to make these grades." She then pointed to the door. "You think it's safe to go outside?"

I nodded and opened the door myself. I brought Kim into the living room and got us both some glasses of water. And then we settled in to wait for Dawn to come back down.

A little pink in the face, my girlfriend made her appearance about two minutes later. She was clad in casual lounge pants and a baggy top. Her sunny blonde hair was loose and hanging over her shoulders. But despite the casual attire, her makeup was still a little thick and designed to be sexually alluring. It was an interesting contrast, and a reminder of what I'd accidentally interrupted.

I quickly stood and went to hug my girlfriend. "I am so sorry, babe."

"It's okay." Dawn blushed even pinker. She hugged me back and then looked right past me. "Hi, Kim."

"Hi, Dawn." Kim's eyes tracked up and down my girlfriend's body, and she smirked. "You look good. Been working out?" The waggle in her eyebrows made sure her comment was taken in good humor.

"Not exactly." Dawn glanced over at me and decided to roll with it. Better to make light of the situation than dwell on the awkward element. She jerked a thumb at me and drawled, "This one's kind of a sex maniac. I get all the exercise I need with him."

Kim giggled. "So I've heard. Adrienne used to say she'd never been in such great shape. Even compared to cheerleading."

Dawn laughed. "She's probably right. I'm doing my best to keep up with him. Although if he wants me to ever give him that particular surprise for the rest of his life, he'll make sure to call me when he's bringing someone over." That last part Dawn stated while glaring directly at me in mock indignation.

Only then did I realize that I might NEVER get that surprise again if Kim moved in with us. Well, maybe when we graduated and moved into our own place. But bringing in a roommate would certainly cut down on random sex encounters in the public areas of the house. I frowned and glanced over at Kim, who also seemed to get the implication.

Kim just shrugged, as if reading my mind, and commented, "Like I said: I don't wanna cramp your style."

I raised my eyebrows and looked over to Dawn. My girlfriend arched her own eyebrow and asked, "What?"

I gestured to our guest. "The reason I brought Kim by was that I was thinking she could rent a room from us. Just for the next two months, until Brooke and DJ move in. She's commuting from Sunnyvale right now, and it's becoming an issue with Professor Isakova."

"Oh!" Dawn popped her eyebrows. "Well ... uh..." Her voice trailed off as she processed everything. I immediately thought the whole thing was a bad idea. After all, it wasn't like we needed the money. Dawn certainly would have valued our privacy over any potential benefits. And feeling bad for even bringing it up, I started formulating an apology to Kim in my head. I figured Dawn and I would tell her we'd think about it, and then ultimately I'd be tasked with giving Kim the bad news.

But to my surprise, Dawn perked up and replied, "I think it would be pretty cool. This is certainly more house than Ben and I need. And to be honest, I think I'd like the company."

Kim glanced over at my girlfriend. "What? You've been stuck alone with Ben for a few weeks and you're already bored of him?"

Dawn laughed and shook her head in the negative. "It's not a BAD thing, but I have to admit it's a little weird just being him and me. I miss having some female company around. My sister moved out. Adrienne's jet-setting around the world. Robin is spending the summer with her dad on the East Coast. And Gwen is living back home. I wouldn't say I'm bored of Ben; but sure, I wouldn't mind having you around."

Kim furrowed her eyebrows. "You don't even really know me."

Dawn shrugged. "Well if you stay here, I think we can change that." And then she flashed Kim a pretty smile. "Seriously, it'd just be nice to have someone to talk to. Ben's a great listener, but ... well ... when it comes to chatting, he's just not a girl, y'know?"

Kim giggled. "Yeah, I noticed that."

Dawn nodded. "So if you want to move in with us, I think we can work it out."

Kim smiled and looked at me. I was just ping-ponging my eyes back and forth between the two girls, surprised this was going so well, but not disappointed. And then Kim sidled up to me, patting my chest. "You'd better get that soundproofing insulation up soon." Then the pretty Japanese-American girl flashed me a toothy grin. "Or don't. I wouldn't mind."

Kim moved in that very weekend, and we put her in Adrienne's old bedroom downstairs. It was NOT the one directly beneath the master bedroom; despite her statements that she wouldn't mind the noise, we didn't want to put our noisy lovemaking in Kim's face. I'd also installed the soundproofing I wanted. It didn't eliminate the noise, but at least one had to actively listen for sexual sounds in order to hear them.

I noticed a few changes right away. For one, Dawn and I were a little more ... restrained ... in our PDA. Instead of cuddling on the couch watching a Sunday night movie with my hand under her shirt and a palm rubbing my girlfriend's nipple, Dawn and I cuddled with my arm around her waist. Kim paid us no mind. Instead of teasing each other into making out right there on the couch, we settled for little pecks during commercials. Kim paid us no mind. And instead of stripping my beautiful blonde naked and eating her muff until she squirted copious amounts of honey onto the couch cushions, I dragged her upstairs so I could do so within the privacy of our room.

But offsetting some of those restrictions, there were a couple of nice changes (for lazy me). Kim unknowingly decided to follow Paige's example of being a good roommate by immediately pitching in around the house. She helped Dawn in the kitchen and cleaned up afterwards so I wouldn't have to. She sat down and gossiped with my girlfriend so I would be free to play video games a bit. And she even replaced a burned out headlight in Dawn's car while I wasn't around. After the headlight bit, Dawn joked that if Kim had a dick, she wouldn't need me anymore.

Now Kim had gotten in the habit of waking up early in order to make the commute to school. So on Monday morning, instead of driving her motorcycle for an hour across 237 and 880 to get to work, she had the time to primp and preen in front of the mirror.

Not that Kim really knew how to primp and preen. She was the only daughter of a man with three sons. Their mother had died giving birth to her, so for her entire life, Kim had grown up without a strong female figure. Following after her older brothers, she learned to work on cars and ride motorcycles instead of playing with dolls. She'd had enough female friends in grade school to help her figure out the basics of makeup and fashion. But only after getting to know her over the past month did I come to understand why she'd always been a little tomboyish.

I used to think that Kim was being flirtatiously demure in her interactions with me back when we were both Freshman. Now, I realized she really just didn't know any better. Her long hair covering her bosom wasn't a tease, it was just the way she styled her hair. The way she played with the blonde-streaked locks was out of nervousness, not putting on a schoolgirl act. And even her first introduction was probably because she needed somewhere to sit, not because she was coming on to me.

It was more likely that I was reading too much into our first interactions because I had been in that rut with Adrienne at the time.

But that was all in the past. Today, Kim wanted to dress up. And Dawn wanted to help her. So instead of lying in bed with me, almost lazily giving me a morning blowjob, my girlfriend went downstairs to help our new roommate figure out her makeup and pick out the right clothes.

It was okay; I'd live without the orgasm. Besides, Dawn did a fantastic job on Kim.

"Check her out," my girlfriend waved theatrically before our roommate emerged from her downstairs bedroom.

My jaw didn't drop or anything. Kim was dressed for business, not seduction. But I was still astonished at the transformation in my usually plain-dressing friend. And after we walked across campus to go to Professor Isakova's office on Monday morning, with Kim getting quite the batch of second-looks from passers by, I just knew she would make quite the unexpected impression on our boss.

I was right.

"Verrry nice, Kim!" Professor Isakova exclaimed with a genuinely pleased tone when we arrived. "You look both beautiful AND professional,"

"Thank you," Kim replied, demurely lowering her gaze and then standing up straight again. She was dressed in closed-toed heels and a knee-length skirt, both articles of clothing she never could have worn with her motorcycle gear. Her top was a starched blouse, unwrinkled by wearing a leather jacket over the top. And of course, her ubiquitous white tank top was underneath to keep things modest, despite having the top few buttons of her blouse undone. Her hair was up and clipped neatly into place, another thing she never could have managed beneath a motorcycle helmet.

I'd thought we would then just move right on to our work, but the Professor just stood back, continuing to admire Kim's outfit. Folding her arms over her chest, she started circling around the pretty Asian girl with a clearly evaluative expression on her face.

For her part, Kim just seemed to pose for inspection. Her body tensed momentarily as she realized she was being scrutinized, but she managed to relax her arms and let her hip jut out slightly as she adjusted her balance. She held her head high, and a little smile crossed her face.

"Back a little straighter," Viktoriya stated as she stepped in and pushed in Kim's stomach, removing some of the arch in Kim's back. "Professional, not necessarily alluring."

Kim nodded silently.

"The necklace is good. But you'll need a classier watch. Something silver, and probably a white face. There's nothing wrong with a leather band, but your jewelry must be limited, and a professional watch is one of the few things you can keep. Maintain your femininity. But lose the extra ring on your middle finger. Unless you're engaged or married, rings are just decorative, not functional."

Kim nodded again. The ring was a little punk, a little childish.

"Speaking of which," Viktoriya continued. "You'll need a more tasteful color for your nail polish."

Kim blushed. Hot pink wasn't exactly business-typical.

"And think about losing the blonde streaks in your hair. It's fine for college, but your hairstyling will need to be more mature once you graduate."

Kim pouted, but nodded in acceptance.

"Otherwise..." Viktoriya mused, holding her chin. "Very well put-together. Excellent job."

Kim blushed, and nervously quivered just slightly. "Thank you."

Viktoriya's eyes ran appreciatively up and down Kim's outfit one more time. And then she glanced at me, a little smirk on her face. The statuesque professor just nodded her head over to our table, and finished by saying, "Let's get to work."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was flirting with you," I drawled over dinner. Dawn, Kim, and I were at the dining table at our house after the day's work.

"What? No she wasn't," Kim snorted doubtfully.

"Well, the way you described it," Dawn glanced at me. "It certainly sounded like it. But did it really happen that way?" she asked Kim.

"Well..." Kim blushed. "The basic facts are right. But all that stuff Ben was saying about the Professor's eyes glistening as she fantasized about undressing me is total bullshit."

I cracked a grin. "Well ... they were."

"I think you're mistaking those glistening eyes for whenever she looks at YOU."

"Wait, what?" Dawn perked up, arching an eyebrow at me.

"It's nothing." I waved my girlfriend off.

"It's not nothing," Kim interjected while putting her fork down, dinner all but forgotten. "Ben hasn't told you?"

"Apparently not." Dawn looked at me with obvious intrigue.

I sighed. "Kim thinks Professor Ice is flirting with ME."

"She not-so-secretly wants to get into his pants," Kim drawled.

"She does not. She's like twice as old as me," I protested.

"She is not." Dawn rolled her eyes. "She looks what, 35?"

Kim shook her head. "Actually, she's 40. It's in her school profile. So she IS twice your age."

"40? Really?" I arched both eyebrows. "She doesn't look it."

"She's in great shape, I'll agree." Kim nodded. "But that's beside the point. Whatever her age, she's clearly got a little thing for you. I pay attention to people. I notice these things."

Dawn grinned, propping an elbow on the table and dropping her chin into her open palm. "Oooh, seducing your teacher? That's one cliché you haven't done yet."

"I'm NOT seducing my teacher."

"Whatever." Dawn smirked. "Angela and Erica told me the rumors about Brian Ogilvie, too."

I frowned. "What are you saying?"

Dawn shrugged, glancing at Kim out of the corner of her eye before shutting up. "Nevermind."

"No. What?" I insisted.

Dawn rolled her eyes at me. Clearly I'd missed some sort of hint. Only then did I catch that she'd wanted me to drop it so that she wouldn't have to say something in front of Kim. And too late, I suddenly clammed up.

Kim noticed. "Oh, come ON," she complained.

Dawn just looked at me again and rolled her eyes. She took a deep breath and then looked right at Kim. "I was going to suggest that Ben go ahead and nail Professor Ice."

"What?" Kim popped her eyebrows.

Dawn shrugged. "Hey, he'll get preferential treatment and an easy 'A' for the rest of his school career, right?"

"But if I piss her off," I put in. "She'll FAIL me. No thank you."

"Like you could ever piss her off. One Big Ben Experience and you'd have her eating out of the palm of your hand," Dawn chuckled.

"Wait-wait-wait." Kim was waving her hands. "You're not serious, are you?"

Dawn shrugged. "Sure."

"But he's your boyfriend!"

"Yeah..."

"And you'd be okay with him screwing his teacher? YOUR teacher?"

Dawn giggled and looked at me. "Hey, maybe she'd figure she owes me and I'd get an easy 'A' too!"

"Dawn..." I growled in a warning tone.

My girlfriend just waved at Kim. "You were Adrienne's friend, right? You had to know some of the things that were going on when he was dating her, right?"

Kim screwed her face up. "Well, yeah, but ... Adrienne was kind of a nymphomaniac. Regular girls on this planet aren't really like her. I thought that you and Ben were more ... I dunno ... monogamous."

"Well, we have been lately," Dawn nodded while giving me a look. "But that's more due to lack of opportunity than anything." Dawn then sat up straight and started looking back and forth between Kim and me. "Wait ... did you two ever..."

My eyebrows shot up and now it was MY turn to glare at Dawn to drop the subject. But Kim had already caught on and she suddenly blushed and scrutinized her plate. "Oh, us? Uh..."

"No-no-no," I quickly interjected. "No. Kim and I never hooked up or anything."

"I'm sorry." Dawn reached out and covered Kim's hand. "Didn't mean to embarrass you. You just moved in here and the last thing I want to do is make you uncomfortable."

"No, it's fine," Kim shook her head and took a deep breath. "Just caught me off-guard, but really, I'm fine with it. I told you I wasn't a prude and goodness knows I've got my own sordid past. I'm not here to cramp your style and if you guys have an open relationship, that's cool. But Ben and I aren't like that. We're just friends and co-workers, right?"

Kim conspiciously didn't look at me, but I didn't want to escalate the situation any further. "Right." I nodded. Then I looked over at my girlfriend. "And I'm not looking for the kind of relationship I had with Adrienne. Babe, you're all I need."

My girlfriend leaned back against her chair and smiled. "That's a nice sentiment, but I know you better than that. I've said it before and I'll say it again: monogamy just isn't in your DNA. All I need is to know that you love me. As for the rest, you can have a little fun."

I arched an eyebrow. "Fun???"

"Yeah, 'fun'." Dawn giggled. "Remember 'fun'? After everything we've been through – all the years of melodrama and angst – don't we deserve some fun?"

"Haven't we been having fun together for the past five weeks?"

Dawn smiled. "Yeah ... it's been great. But seriously, you're wearing me out, babe. I could really use some help keeping Big Ben satisfied." Dawn glanced back at Kim. "I don't know if you've heard the rumors, but this boy is used to getting more ass than an airport toilet seat."

"Dawn..." I began with a mild warning.

Kim giggled and nodded, still without looking at me. "So I've heard."

Dawn just kept looking at our roommate, her eyes flickering as she thought very intensely about something. But the moment passed, and Dawn ended the conversation by very deliberately picking up her fork and resuming her meal. "Whether you fuck her or not, babe, just gimme the details, okay?"

I assumed she meant Professor Isakova. But I watched Dawn's eyes swivel over to Kim, who was obliviously looking at her own dinner plate. And at the little smirk spreading across my girlfriend's face, I arched an eyebrow and replied, "Uh, okay."