Tight Fit Too
Part I
Graduation couldn’t come fast enough for me. I’d spent 13 years in school and I was looking forward to saying I was finally done.
I wasn’t really done, of course. In the fall, I’d be heading off to college, but college was different. College was me being off on my own. No mom and no dad telling me what to do and definitely no little brother that mom and dad just had to keep watching out for. College meant I was off on my own.
It wasn’t really like that, of course, because college costs money. Actually, college costs a lot of money. Sure, I had a little bit saved up. I even had some scholarships and some student loans, but even that wasn’t enough. I needed some help so when other kids were playing around during the summer, I was out working a job.
Mr. Hooper ran the movie theater at the mall and that was a good thing because Mr. Hooper and my dad were friends. In fact, Nick Hooper was one the first guys my dad looked up when he got transferred here so I suppose it was only natural that I’d go looking for Mr. Hooper, too.
Mr. Hooper was an old guy, and by that, I mean he was older than my dad. I think dad said he was in his fifties or something and he kind of looked it. He was bald on top and he had a bit of a belly but all in all, he was a nice guy. I mean, he wasn’t going to let you get away with any shit, but that was okay and he was a fair guy and if you wanted a day off, he was more than willing to let you have it just so long as you found someone to fill your shift.
Being a movie theater, everyone had to wear the same uniform but Mr. Hooper was cool about that, too. It wasn’t like you had to wear the uniform into work. You could just bring it in with you and then there was a room in the back where you could change and considering how much I loved wearing short skirts, I loved that.
One day, I came into work and Mr. Hooper was looking at me kind of funny. “Heather, can I see you for a moment?” he asked.
“I have to get ready for work,” I told him.
“I know, but this will only take a moment.”
I don’t know what it was about it, but the way he said that, it just sounded kind of ominous, but what was I going to do? “Sure, Mr. Hooper. What do you want to see me about?”
“In my office,” he said.
Uh oh. That really didn’t sound good but again, what was I going to do. I followed him to his office.
He took a seat behind his desk. “Would you close the door?” he asked.
This just sounded worse and worse. Still, I closed the door. “What’s up, Mr. Hooper?”
“I wanted to talk to you about the way you dress.”
“About the way I dress?”
Nick Hooper nodded. “I notice you like wearing short skirts,” he said. “Really short skirts, actually, and I couldn’t help wondering, does your father know you go out dressed like that?”
Okay, I know I should have been alarmed at that, but I wasn’t. Mr. Hooper was noticing me, and I just couldn’t help it. I loved it when guys noticed me. It was just the way I’d been made to be.
“Well?”
I realized I still hadn’t answered Mr. Hooper’s question. “I guess he knows,” I said finally. “I mean I’m not trying to hide it or nothing.”
“Perhaps I should have asked if he approves of the way you’re dressed.”
I shrugged. “I don’t know,” I said.
“You know, Heather, your dad and me have been friends for a long time.”
“I know, Mr. Hooper.”
“And I can’t help thinking that when I see his daughter doing something self-destructive, I ought to bring it to her attention.”
“I’m not doing anything self destructive.” That might not have been true. Certainly, everything I was doing wasn’t exactly the way I would have chosen to do them, but I already knew I couldn’t tell Mr. Hooper that. In fact, I knew I couldn’t tell anyone that.
“I’ve heard something else as well.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“I hear tell that you’re not wearing any panties. Is that true?”
Damn. It was probably one of the girls in the locker room but someone had told on me.
“Well?” the man demanded and that’s when I realized I hadn’t answered his question.
“Sometimes,” I said.
“Sometimes what?”
“Sometimes, I don’t wear panties,” I said. It was actually all the time but Mr. Hooper didn’t have to know that. I hated panties but that was the way I’d been made to be and Mr. Hooper didn’t have to know that either.
“Are you wearing them now?”
The question caught me off guard. “What?” I asked.
“Are you wearing them now?” he asked.
“Am I wearing what?”
“Are you wearing any panties now?”
I shook my head.
“Can I see?”
“Can you see what?”
“I want to see if you’re wearing any panties. Can I see?”
This was so weird. This was my dad’s friend and yet here he was asking to see if I was wearing any panties and the weirder thing was that I knew I was going to show him.
“Well?”
I already knew what I was going to do. I just tugged on my jeans skirt until it was up around my waist. “See,” I said.
I was just standing there and Mr. Hooper, he was just sitting there looking at me, but it was the way he was looking at me that really got to me. Finally, he leaned forward in his chair and he got up and he came around his desk and he was coming towards me.
“I do, see,” he said.
I pretty much hadn’t moved from the moment when I’d pulled up my skirt and I still didn’t move as Mr. Hooper circled around me.
“You dress like this all the time?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Why?”
“I don’t know.” It wasn’t the truth but I knew I wasn’t going to be able to tell him the truth so what was the difference.
He was standing behind me now but I continued to stare straight ahead. “You know you have a beautiful body, don’t you?”
“I guess.”
“Oh, no need to guess. Take it from me, you do. You always wear tights like these?”
I nodded.
“You realize they’re so sheer that anyone could see right through them.”
Again, I nodded.
“Do you mind if I ... you know, do you mind if I touch you?”
“Be my guest.”
I was sure that wasn’t the answer he expected to get but that was the answer he got, and Mr. Hooper wasn’t about to waste any time arguing about whether the answer was right or not because within moments, I felt his hand on my butt, kind of tentative at first but when it was clear that I wasn’t going to flinch, growing a little more aggressive. “You know what I’d like to do?” he asked.
“What?”
“I want to fuck you.”
“I want you to,” I told him.
“You’re kidding me.”
“No, I’m not.”
I felt his hand move away and then I could feel both of his hands moving up my hips and I knew what he was about to do. “Mr. Hooper?” I asked.
He froze. “Yes?”
“Can you do something for me?”
“Sure.”
“Can you rip my tights?”
“Can I do what?”
“Can you rip my tights. I want you to do it. Don’t take them off. Just rip them open and fuck me with my tights still on. Can you do that please?”
“You want me to rip your tights?”
“Yes.”
I knew he thought it was weird but then he just didn’t understand. He didn’t understand just how much I needed that.
“Okay,” he said finally and that’s when I felt his hands sliding down off my ass and I knew where those hands were going. I could feel his fingers as they tried to grab hold of my tights and then I could feel those fingers as he finally took hold of them. It wouldn’t be long, I told myself and I was right.
I heard the sound of my tights ripping, but more than that, I felt the feel of my ass as it pushed out of my tattered tights. It felt different when the tights were ripped and I knew immediately that my ass was running free.
I felt his cock sliding inside my tights and I felt him pushing himself up against my cunt. I knew what he was going to do and I knew I wanted him to do it.
I didn’t have long to wait. He pushed his cock inside my waiting pussy and I couldn’t help but moan as I took the length of him inside me.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck.”
I could have pretty much said the very same thing. Oh fuck indeed. I loved the way Mr. Hooper’s cock felt inside me and I knew I wanted more.
“I never knew you were like this, Heather.”
I didn’t say anything, of course. I mean, how could I.
“Does your father know what a little slut you are?” he taunted me.
“No,” I told him. “Daddy thinks I’m a good girl.”
“Yeah, but we both know what you are.”
“Uh huh.”
“What are you?” he demanded.
“I’m a slut,” I told him. It wasn’t even so much because I believed it but it was because I knew it was what he wanted me to say.
“Yeah, that’s right. You’re a slut. And to think, your daddy used to tell me what an angel you were.”
I felt bad, of course, but that was because that was the way he wanted me to feel, and of course, as long as he kept fucking me, I was going to do whatever he wanted me to do.
“You really are a little slut,” Mr. Hooper said.
Again, I said nothing.
“What are you?” he asked.
“I’m a little slut.”
“Fuck yeah,” he groaned and then he groaned again and that’s when I felt it. Mr. Hooper was cumming inside me and as soon as I felt it, I just couldn’t help myself. As soon as I felt it, I was cumming, too.
That wouldn’t be the only time that Mr. Hooper fucked me and to tell the truth, I was glad it wasn’t. It always started the same way. He’d tell me there was something he needed to talk to me about and then he’d invite me back into his office, usually at the beginning of my shift but sometimes not. I think all the kids thought I was a total fuck-up because of all the talks Mr. Hooper had to have with me but I didn’t care. All that mattered to me was pulling my skirt up for him and having him rip his way through my tights so he could tear into my pussy. It felt so hot.
It might sound strange to hear me say it, but I rather appreciated what Mr. Hooper did for me. After all, he was a family friend. He was a friend of my dad’s, and hey, if you can’t trust a family friend to treat you right, who can you trust?
But it wasn’t like I was going to stay there forever. We both knew that and when it came time for college to start, I had to tell Mr. Hooper good-bye. He gave me one last fucking, one for the road, he called it, but it wasn’t the same. It was like he knew I was going and it was like his heart wasn’t in it.
I had the packet of papers that the college had sent to me. Room 226, Beckett Hall. That was where I was going to be spending the next year of my life.
Everybody came up with me to see me off. Dad and Justin, they said they’d stay with the car, “to look after things,” dad said. Personally, I just didn’t think dad wanted to deal with the crowds so he left that to mom and me.
As far as I was concerned, I could have done it on my own but I think mom wanted to come and see so we stood in line as I waited to get my room key, mom talking about how exciting it was going to be for me and me in my short skirt, feeling just how exciting it was to have guys staring at me.
Finally, we made it to the front of the line. There was a girl there who didn’t look much older than me. She asked if I had the paperwork and I said I did. She gave it only a passing glance before putting the waiver in one pile and the contract agreement in the other and then she handed over the room key. “You know which room it is, don’t you?”
I nodded. “226.”
“That’s right,” she said. “Welcome to the dorms. Next!”
There was a girl in my room when I arrived. She was kind of a plain girl and sort of plump. Her name was Claire. She was nice but you could tell by the way she’d already laid her books out that she was here to study. I could tell mom liked that. I just hoped she wasn’t going to cramp my style.
Dad and Justin did all the work. Amazing how that works, isn’t it. Mom and me, we stayed with Claire, but dad and Justin were huffing just a bit by the time they’d brought the last of my boxes up.
I’d kind of fallen out of the conversation that mom and Claire were engaged in. I couldn’t help myself. There were so many boys around that I couldn’t help but feel the urge. I wanted to pull up my skirt. I wanted to stroke my pussy but the fact that I couldn’t just made me want it even more.
“I thought this was going to be an all-girls dorm,” dad said.
“I told you it wasn’t,” I said.
“Well maybe an all-girl floor then.”
I didn’t say anything. Daddy knew full well that it wasn’t an all-girl floor.
“Well, I guess I need to take comfort that you have a girl roommate,” dad smiled.
“Dad? They don’t put boys and girls in the same room.”
“She seems very sensible,” mother said. She looked at dad. “Claire says she wants to be an architect and she said her dad was in the Army, company 202 or something.”
All this talk of Claire distracted my parents and it was good as it gave me an opportunity to press myself against the corner of the desk, pushing the material of the dress against the sheer tights and against my pussy.
The grind was enough to take the edge off my craving.
“You should become friends with Claire; I can tell a good role model when I see one, not like that Becca girl.”
Mom was now sorting a twist in the strap on my dress, her hands forcefully tugged on the strap and then she was at the adjusters on the strap.
“Oh that’s right sweetie, I was talking to Nick the other day. Says he can’t get anyone to fill in like you. He was really disappointed to see you leave. But he says any time you’re home you are to go straight to see him in his office.”
As mom manipulated the adjuster on the dress and pulled it up I felt hot again, talking about Mr. Hooper and the dress sliding over the sheer tights made me hotter than before.
I tensed and felt a shudder, I wanted to put my hand under my dress and into my tights, I wanted to throw my finger tips over my wet swollen pussy and clit.
“There.”
Mom was finished with the other strap now meaning I had zero to no cleavage on show. “Thanks. If you’ll excuse me.”
I left my mom and dad there in the apartment as I slipped into the toilet. Oh geez. I couldn’t help myself. My dress was hitched and my hand was between my legs and rubbing my pussy through the tights.
The touch was electric and I pulsed with the pleasure. I could hear my mom and dad move around the room obviously unpacking my stuff, I wondered if they would go as far to unpack my underwear.
I was closer now, I wanted to scream but I made do with muffled pants of pleasure.
My brother was now in the room, I could hear him complain about lifting stuff as I continued to work myself. Claire was back too and with my rapid movement and the thrill of the door bursting open I was released from my tormented state.
I tried to recuperate when mom banged on the door.
“Are you going to be all day or are you going to come out and say goodbye.”
“Cumming.” I grinned to myself and flushed.
Mom and dad had left and Claire and I had made our first visit to the dining commons. It took me all of about five seconds to decide I wouldn’t be spending much time there. Well, I had to admit, there were reasons to go to the cafeteria, but those reasons had nothing to do with food. Those reasons had two legs and hopefully, a nice, big cock between their legs.
“What do you want to do?” I asked when Claire and I had returned to our room.
“What do you mean?”
“Let’s go out.”
Claire looked at me. “Out. You mean on campus? It’s dark out. We can find out where to go tomorrow in the morning.”
“I wasn’t talking about going on campus.”
She looked confused. “What did you mean then?”
Didn’t she get it? She wasn’t unattractive and there were all these guys around her just looking for a friend. It wasn’t a matter of whether she should go out but which guy she should pick first, or if she were like me, it was more a matter of how many. “Let’s go party.”
“Party?”
Come on. She couldn’t not understand the meaning of the word party. “Yeah, party,” I told her. “Let’s go meet some guys.”
“I’m not sure Heather.”
“Come on. It’s our first night here.”
“I don’t know.”
“After school starts, you’re going to be too busy studying.”
Well, she certainly couldn’t disagree with that but that didn’t mean she was agreeing with me. “I think we should stay in and get ready for school.”
“Come on. You can’t tell me you don’t already know what you’re going to do. I’ll bet you have the map of the campus memorized.”
“Well not memorized—”
“Come on, Claire.”
It wasn’t like she just magically fell into line but I could sense her weakening and I knew she’d go along with the plan and that’s how twenty minuets later, I was dressed to kill.
I had my opaque footless looking tights on, the lace at the ankle made the black heels look great, and the feeling of the sheer foot in the heels felt comfortable, the black short skirt fell short but hung loosely to my upper thighs, a little black bra and black cardigan showing my full cleavage and that was my look.
When we stepped out of the room I was so excited by just how naked my pussy felt.
Claire and I finally made our way into a coffee house. Claire had a latte and I had an Espresso and while Claire chatted about her studies, I checked out all the guys in the bar.
It was disappointing. There were some cute guys there but they were clearly attached to someone else, not that that would have stopped me if I was really desperate. There were other guys that were in groups and there were only a few that were there by themselves. Not as much to chose from, I told myself, but as hot as my pussy was getting, I knew I couldn’t really wait all that long.
I’d picked out a couple of guys and I was waiting to see if either of them would make their move when one of them actually got up and headed my way. Here we go, I told myself.
But he wasn’t coming to me. Instead, he just walked on by. He was a short dark haired guy, old jeans and t-shirt and as he walked on by, I knew just where it was he had to be going. I excused myself and as quick as I could, I fell in behind him.
He stepped through two sing half doors, the type of the old saloon entrances. I had just missed him as the gent’s toilet door slowly closed.
I let to action, I was now in the ladies, I bent over and craned my neck to the bottom of the 3 stalls, no feet were evident, and I rushed back out and waited with my back against the wall across from the gents.
He was out again; I noted he wasn’t long so I knew his hands were unwashed. He stopped and looked at me. He almost backed back into the toilet before taking a deep breath nodding to me and then looking down at the ground and about to march past.
My hand reached out and took his arm, he looked at me, my grip just below his elbow became firmer and he turned completely to me, I stepped forward and my lips were on his, my neck stooped to make the shortfall in his height.
My tongue searched his mouth and found it open more in shock.
I now moved my grip down to his hand and pulled him forward, I saw him glance nervously along the corridor before coming in to the ladies with me.
We went to the last stall and I assumed the position bent over the pan, hands and elbows resting on the cistern.
I assumed he would know to rip my tights but instead his hands had pushed up my skirt, and he pulled down the tights, I felt them dig into my flesh at the front of my legs as he pulled the back down over my ass.
I wanted to change the position but he was already stabbing his hard cock at my pussy. Poke, poke and then he was there. His cock slid easily into my pussy, he wasn’t nearly as big as Rory or Mr Hooper but I could tell he enjoyed it.
He thrust into me as he held my hips, my first college guy was fucking me in a public toilet and I loved it.
His grunts and the pulse of his cock told me he was done. I think he wanted to chat but I was convinced I had done my part in helping him, so I returned to my new friend who was still eager to share her future job ambitions with me.
It was the first day of classes and I had a 8:00. Claire had a 10:00. Lucky girl. It gave her that much longer to get herself to looking super cute for all the guys she was about to meet, but you did what you could with what you had and what I had was an 8:00 class.
It wasn’t hard to pick out my fellow classmates. After all, they were the ones like me, the ones standing outside the door waiting for the teacher to arrive, but there was one in particular I had my eye on.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hi,” he said back.
“You in this class?”
“Yeah?”
So far, so good. “Me, too,” I said. “My name’s Heather. What’s yours?”
“Keith,” he said. “Keith Richmond.”
“Well, Keith, it’s nice to meet you.”
“It’s nice to meet you, too.”
It was at that moment that the instructor came and unlocked the door and the bunch of us just followed her in.
I followed Keith to his seat. I’m not even sure he’d realized I’d followed him there but then he realized I was right there with him. He looked at me and smiled. “Good seats, huh?”
I nodded. To be honest, I wasn’t really thinking about what kind of seats these were. What I was thinking about was him.
The lecturer was in her late twenties, early thirties, something like that. I didn’t pay her much attention though. I probably should have. After all, I was supposed to be here to get an education but all I could think of was the man sitting beside me.
Damn. I could feel myself just listening to him breathe in and out. In and out. You know, I liked it when things went in and out.
Stop it, I told myself, but now that I was thinking about it, it was hard to think about anything else. In ... and out. In and ...
Oh fuck.
I let my hand drop between on Keith’s legs. I pretended as if I hadn’t even noticed I was doing it but I knew exactly what I was doing.
At first, I was stroking the top of his thigh, almost absentmindedly, as if I didn’t really know what I was doing, but then it wasn’t all that long before my hand was pushing a little farther over. My fingers were brushing the inside of his thigh and I could hear Keith gasp.
I didn’t think he was taking notes anymore and I knew I wasn’t either and as my hand slid even more between his legs, I felt his legs open and that’s when I knew. He was going to take me and to tell the truth, I couldn’t wait to be had.
It would have been so nice if we could have just gotten up and left. I’m sure I could have but if I wanted Keith to come with men, I figured I was going to have to wait.
That was okay though. My hand had started out by his knee but as the class went on, I continued to let my hand drift even higher on his leg.
“Shit,” Keith said when the class was over.
“What?” I asked with about as much innocence as I could muster.
“Do you always do that?”
“Do what?”
“What do you mean do what? You know what I’m talking about. That thing you were doing with your hand.”
“Oh that,” I said. “Did you like that?”
“Hell yeah, I liked it.”
“We could do more, if you want to.”
“More?”
“Yeah.” I took his hand and I held his hand against my skirt. “More,” I said again.
“Shit. Are you always like this?”
“Am I always like what?”
“Are you always this forward?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I guess you’ll have to tell me.”
“I will?”
I nodded. “By the way,” I told him. “I think there’s something you should know.”
“You’re not going to tell me you’re a man, are you?”
I smiled. “No, this is a good thing,” I told him.
“What is it?”
“I’m not wearing any panties.”
“You’re not.”
I shook my head. “I never do and you know why?”
Keith shook his head.
“Because I like to keep myself ready for guys like you.”
“Guys like me?” Keith squawked.
I nodded. “I only wear tights so guys like you can take me home and rip them open. I want them to do that and then I want them to rip me open. Do you think you can do that for me?” I pleaded. “Do you think you can, please?”
Keith nodded but I knew what he had to be thinking. He had to be asking himself if this was real because I’m sure that didn’t happen all the time to him.
“Where do you live?” he asked.
“I’m in the dorms. Beckett Hall actually.”
“That’s close by.”
“It sure is. You want to go?”
I was trying to keep it light but I really had to keep from fighting the urge to beg him to do it to me. Heck, if he’d asked me to do it right then and there, right in front of whoever might be passing by, if he’d asked me to do that, I would have been hard pressed to tell him no.
Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you wanted to look at it, Keith didn’t want me to do that. Instead, he just started to grin and then his grin got even bigger. “Sure,” he said. “I can do that. I can go back to your place with you.”
“Cool.”
“Hey, is anyone going to be there?”
“What? You mean like a roommate?
Keith nodded.
“She’s got classes,” I told him. “What? You’re not trying to back out now, are you ?”
He shook his head.
“Good. Because I wouldn’t like that.”
There was no reason why he should have cared what I liked and to be honest, I was just pushing him because I wanted to get him riled up.
I probably needn’t have worried. After all, I had my hand between his legs as he drove me back to my place. It probably wasn’t the wisest thing I could have done. After all, I wasn’t sure how much he was paying attention to the road but if what I was feeling between his legs was any indication, he definitely had what I needed.
It was a damned poor job that he did parking his truck but I wasn’t worried about that. I was already pulling him behind me. I was pulling him into my dorm and then I was pulling him up the stairs.
“Nice place,” he said.
“Shut up,” I told him. We weren’t even at my room yet. I pulled the key from my purse. “Remember,” I said. “You promised.”
“I remember.”
I closed the door behind him and then I strutted out into the center of the room. Not all that hard to do considering how small the room was.
“Which one’s yours?” he asked.
I flopped myself down on my bed and I pulled my skirt up. “This one’s mine,” I said. I let my hand slide between my legs. “See anything you like?”
Keith was staring right where my hand was. “Yeah,” he said.
“Remember what you promised to do,” I reminded him.
“I don’t have a condom, do you?”
“No, but its ok, baby.”
I watched him open his jeans and I watched him take them down and take them off. I watched him take his underwear down and I watched him take his cock out and that’s when he knelt over me. His hands pulled my fingers from between my legs and then he did it. He ripped my tights open.
I couldn’t help but gasp when he did it. I mean, I totally expected it, but it just felt so good when he did it. It just felt so good to have him tear me open.
“So you want this,” he said.
“You know I do.”
That was apparently all he needed to hear or maybe he didn’t even need to hear that because he was pushing his way up between my legs.
“Oh yeah,” I moaned or some such thing. Hell, I’m not sure he heard me. For that matter, I’m not sure if it mattered if he heard me. He was fucking me and that was all that mattered to me.
Oh geez. He was going to make me cum and I knew I wanted that. I knew I needed that. I wanted him to make me cum.
He grunted again and I knew what that meant and I knew I wanted it.
“Oh fuck,” Keith groaned and then he groaned again and that’s when I felt it happening. He was cumming inside my pussy. He was making me cum and it felt so incredibly good.
It was only after Keith left that I realized I’d left my car on campus and that meant I was going to have to get someone to give me a drive back to get it. Hopefully, some guy, I told myself. Hopefully some guy who’d want his favor returned in a very special way.
And as I was looking for the lucky guy who could help me out, I couldn’t help thinking that if the rest of my college tenure was anything like this, I was going to like my time here a whole heck of a lot.