Isn’t it bizarre how quickly things can go from unthinkable to routine? A few short months ago, I’d been the powerful, independent superheroine Argent. I was the one who gave others strength to stand up to those who would control them. Now, I hadn’t seen my superheroine costume in weeks, spending my days as struggling professor Alexis Ames, and my nights doing private tutoring for the sisters of the Chloros Neraida Sorority. The choice to focus more on college life was my own. The particular form of that college life … well, I don’t quite know how it happened.

Most evenings I didn’t even bother going home to my penthouse. At least one of the sorority sisters usually texted me to request a private tutoring session. Mistress Treasure Tartarus had explained how important it was to attend to the sisters’ needs, so after office hours, I rushed to the sorority house. I was so busy I hadn’t looked in on my partner Yvonne since the semester began.

Tonight, the student in need of personal attention was Mandy Maarten, the girl who had given me my special pearl necklace. She led me upstairs to her private bedroom. She wore a rose colored miniskirt with a white top, perfectly complimented by her two strings of intertwined pearls. Like all the other sorority girls, she kept herself looking so very beautiful.

Pulling my eyes away from Mandy’s lovely body, I sat down in her desk chair. “What questions did you have about today’s Shakespeare lecture, Mandy?”

Mandy sat across from me on her bed. “Huh? Oh, I just thought we could, y’know, have some fun. The best part of wearing two strings is that I get to play with the one-string Pearl Girls.”

“Your necklace is very beautiful, Mandy. But you asked me here to help you with your coursework, not to discuss fashion.”

Mandy scrunched up her nose and pursed her lips, as though trying to solve an algebra problem in her head. After a moment, her face lit up. “That’s right! Mistress Treasure told me you were still adjusting to the pearls. That’s okay. I can teach you step-by-step.”

“Mandy, I’m the one teaching you, not the other way around. But if you’re not interested, I can just leave,” I said, getting up from my chair.

“Wait! Professor Ames, you’re always saying that old books and stuff are cool. You say that you enjoy reading them, and talking about them.”

“That’s true. It’s very pleasurable to share my knowledge with students like you.”

Mandy gave me a wicked grin. “Really, Professor? Because I’ve seen girls getting pleasure, and you don’t look anything like they do. I’m not sure if I believe you. Maybe if you played with your body while we talked, I could see how much pleasure you got.”

I rolled my eyes. “Students today are just so literal.” My string of pearls buzzed around my throat. “But if that’s the only way you’ll listen, what choice do I have?”

Leaning against Mandy’s bedroom door, I ran my hands over my body. I caressed my breasts through my dress, palming them with rhythmic pressure. Warm pleasure radiated from my chest throughout my body. Feeling my pussy begin to dampen, I reached down to lift my skirt. I hadn’t worn panties in days, so my fingers had easy access to my warm, sensitive mound. “Mmmm. Now can you see what I love about Shakespeare, Mandy?”

“That’s definitely better, Professor. I can see you’re really enthralled by your studies.” Mandy started caressing her own breasts through her blouse.

“Yes. Yes, I think that everyone can … oooohhh … can learn a lot from Shakespeare.” I couldn’t keep my fingers from slipping inside my dripping crease. “Do you have qu-questions, Mandy?”

Mandy hiked up her miniskirt, revealing a damp spot on her silk panties. “You talked about that chick Rosie Lynn who dressed up like a dude, and her friend Cici.”

I struggled to answer between moans. “Yes. Rosalind and Celia, actually … aaaahhh … In Shakespeare’s As You Like It.”

“Oh, I like it, Professor. I definitely like it.” A finger dipped beneath her panties and reemerged glistening. “But you said they were practicing at flirting out there in the woods.”

My legs had spread so far that I’d slid down the door, nearly sitting on the floor in a lewd squat. My head swam with such pleasure I could barely keep track of the literature lesson. “Yes. Yes … oh fuck. They were playacting at … mmmmmhhhh … at courtship.”

“Right. You are so fucking hot, Professor.” Mandy’s eyes rolled back for a moment before she pulled her hands away from herself and shook her head. “So Rosie Lynn would wanna show Cici that she could have sex just like the dude she was pretending to be, right? Why don’t you show me how a dude would lick my li’l kitty right here?” Mandy spread her legs wide. Her pussy gleamed with dew.

My mouth watered as I staggered to my knees. “Yes, um, a sort of improvisational interpretation of the scene.” I buried my mouth between her thighs, savoring her rich, musky taste.

Mandy’s moans sent thrills of bliss through my body. I strove to make her moan and sigh as loud as I could. Before long, she twined her fingers into my hair and pressed my face hard against her mound. I kept sucking her stiff little clit the way she obviously liked as she quaked beneath me. After a moment for us both to catch our breath, I started to kiss her sweet pussy again. Two more times I brought Mandy to the peak of ecstasy, each orgasm of hers filling me with the joy of servicing my student.

Even though my fingers were busy between my own thighs, my own climax proved far more elusive. When Mandy took a break to fetch a strap-on from her drawer, she explained that only Mistress Treasure could teach me the lesson of how to cum. I was a grown woman of considerable sexual experience and a superheroine. I certainly didn’t need anyone to teach me how to take pleasure in my own body.

Still, as hot as it was to tighten the leather straps around my hips and thrust the thick dildo into Mandy’s dripping sex, it wasn’t enough to push me over the edge. I fucked Mandy in several positions, adjusting angle, speed, and force exactly as she asked. My body buzzed on the edge of release, in sync with the pearl necklace buzzing around my throat.

Finally, Mandy couldn’t take any more. She curled up to me, her head resting on my breast. As my body quieted, still thirsty for release, Mandy whispered what a good Pearl Girl I had become. She said that if I practiced these lessons very hard, she would speak to Mistress Treasure about offering me a chance to get a second string of pearls.

As nice as all that sounded, I truly hoped that my devotion to her pleasure would help Mandy develop a love for literature. Just as I had developed a love for being a Pearl Girl.

—To Be Continued…