College Experience

O-R-G-A-S-M.

A six letter word. Margarette let the letters and the feel of the word roll back through her mind, and felt again advancing waves of lustful desperation taking her again... Matt..no.. Dan.. no.. whatever the fuck was his name.. was giving her his all! Poor little bastard.. she heard him moaning.. these college kids were so dramatic! Part of why she loved them...

Margarette, 32, lived on the top floor of a coed dormitory at the school for business in Los Angeles. It'd been exactly six weeks since her breakup with the last guy she swore she'd ever be serious about. He couldn't commit. He was in New York now, playing with pretty girls. She took the school job to cool off and collect herself.

And, as it turns out, to FUCK.

Her job was Partly manager, part counselor, and mostly that of maintaining an adult presence -in a building with levels of testosterone and estrogen per-capita than were unsafe by living standards! Working with her was Kylie, a 24 year old RA