Brenda thought about what she had just heard, Melissa was one cold bitchand Connie deserved to be punished, but not by making her prostituteherself, t...at wasn't right. Making her do things she didn't want to dowas an even worse punishment. Brenda wondered how one person could be socold to another.Three thirty came and Brenda let Melissa know she was leaving."I'm leaving now, Melissa." What's up? Got a hot date?"Brenda blushed with that remark, "Yes, kind of." What do you mean kind of, either. I have to admit, I had very little to go on when it came to forming expectations for being here. Revenge of the Nerds. That's pretty much everything that I had on which to base my opinions of fraternity and sorority life and spring break. I confess, I once rented the video of Where the Boys Are. I guess for the 60s that was a really racy movie. I thought it was just kind of sad.I expected to find massive parties all over the beach where all the athletes showed off their physical prowess and all. Her face clouded over, as thought the feeling of shame – of troubled conscience – building inside her was a familiar one. She shook her head, slightly, as if to force away the inhibition of the memories, and gave my erection a squeeze. I gasped as her hand closed round my stiff cock at the same time as I had a mental image of Craig’ hand sliding inside Stacey’s pajama top to close round her small firm naked tit ……“Do you?” Stacey chuckled. “Oh, I can see that you do!” And she squeezed my cock. She had really long nipples, too. And she had blond curly hair and blue eyes and a wonderful smile and a hairy pussy that she kept trimmed so you could see her labia. I could jizz just looking at her.And she really enjoyed being around me. I found out later that it wasn't just me. She liked all boys my age, the ones with skinny dicks and little ball-sacks and no hair on their pubes, and it really turned her on to tease us. That's why she was helping Beryl with the sessions. She would hold her.