Chapter 2: Getting Settled

Maybe it was because of the anxiety about being in a new situation, but I wasn't prepared for the strength of the response to my Iugum. Normally Little Sisters react quite favorably, after all, if they enjoyed their Docent weekend they'd probably enjoy spending time with me. But as I walked through the lobby I could feel their eyes on me and they looked thirsty.

As I approached the front desk I saw it was currently staffed by four students. Since I don't imagine it takes four people to manage the desk I assumed it had either been a slow night or they were expecting someone. This suspicion was confirmed when the curly blonde haired girl caught sight of my ring, met my eyes and smiled before elbowing the others. Instantly their conversations came to a halt.

"Hi! I'm Laura; I'll be your RA," the peppy girl with curly blonde hair called out as I approached. "And this is Erin, Scott, and Adam."

As an after thought, she added, "They are the rest of the RAs on the third floor."

Laura's enthusiasm and bubbly personality were infectious and I suddenly felt the urge to keep her talking.

"And by RA you mean?"

"Oh, sorry, we're all Resident Advisors in charge of managing a section of the dorm. You'll be living in my wing up on third floor," she answered, flashing me yet another radiant smile.

"We were told you had a 4PM flight, is everything ok?"

I'm not sure what she expected an Elite to do while traveling, but I was certainly willing to oblige her fantasy.

"I was having a relaxing flight when this girl woke me up and insisted on getting to know me better. One thing led to another and before I knew it she volunteered to give me a ride back to campus. Of course we had to stop at her place first."

Laura mouth was wide open, but I could tell she wanted to believe.

"You know how these things go," I lamented with a melodramatic sigh.

"No way!" Laura gasped with a shocked look, even as her nipples became clearly visible through her thin t-shirt.

With a wink I waited for her to continue.

Unfortunately the girl introduced as Erin interrupted, giving Laura and her now prominent nipples a disparaging glare as she asked, "You do realize that check-in was between one and six, correct?"

She'd barely spoken to me, yet already I didn't like her. This clearly was not a Little Sister, and judging by her reaction she either did not approve of the services Docents provide, was an extreme stickler for the rules, or both.

With a jolt I realized I was glaring. Not wanting to make the Institute look bad, I quickly relaxed my face to a more neutral expression.

"Sorry, I honestly had no idea that check-in ended at six," I replied in my most sincere voice, making eye contact with all four seated behind the desk as I spoke.

"No problem, we were told to keep your packet out just in case you showed up," Laura interjected, much to Erin's chagrin.

"That's great!" I enthused, accepting the packet. "Thank you very much."

"What about your school ID? You'll need it to get into the building," Erin demanded in a rather condescending voice.

"I don't suppose the ID office is open late?"

When Erin angrily rolled her eyes, I hoped there weren't too many others on campus who shared her view. In this day and age Docents are accepted and supported by a vast majority of the population. But I'd heard Colorado Springs was a rather conservative town.

"Hey, not a problem, dude," the guy introduced as Adam offered with a shrug. "You can get one tomorrow."

"Yeah, there are plenty of people who caught late flights, just follow someone in who already has an ID and you'll be fine," offered the guy introduced as Scott.

"Sounds good. So, my room is up on the third floor?"

"Yeah, it's right next to the elevator in 312," Laura replied. She turned to the others behind the desk. "Since I'm not actually working tonight, I'll take Alex upstairs."

"Excellent, thank you."

Within a few moments Laura smoothly made her exit and motioned me towards the elevator. After waving goodbye to the three that remained I headed around the corner to meet her.

"Hey, thanks!" I said as she emerged into the lobby.

"No problem, now let's get you upstairs; I've just been dying to see your room!"

"Oh, why is that?" I asked as we got in the elevator.

"Last year your room was a three-person suite with its own bathroom. While we're supposed to check all of the rooms before the students get here, yours was off limits."

Leaning close, as if sharing a secret, she added, "They've been renovating it all week."

Her eyes sparkled at my look of interest and she began to describe all of the different equipment and furniture that had been seen going into the room.

I knew I should be grateful as I really didn't want roommates, but it sounded like Kael went overboard.

'This certainly won't help me fit in, ' I mentally cursed. My Institute training immediately kicked in and I forced myself to look as enthusiastic as Laura implied I should feel.

Completely oblivious to my growing unease, Laura continued to drone on about my room as we left the elevator, turned right, and walked a few feet down the hall to stop in front of 312.

"Well, here we are. There should be a small envelope in your packet that has your room key."

With a sense of dread I fished around in the packet, located the room key and inserted it into the lock.

"Well, let's see what they've done," I said, opening the door and heading in.

After switching on the light it was clear this was nothing like your average dorm room. It had hardwood floors, solid wood furniture, queen-sized bed, oversized desk, and a massive TV/entertainment center on the far wall.

"Wow, this room is amazing!" Laura gushed as she followed me inside.

Most of the furniture was arranged so that it formed an aisle from the door that was interrupted only by a large overstuffed leather couch near the center of the room. The gigantic HDTV was flanked by two large windows that I assumed would allow some natural light during the day. There was a medium sized potted pine tree in one corner and a loaded DVD rack in the other. On the wall to the left of the couch was a door that was partially open, and I could see that it led to a private bathroom.

'This isn't a room, it's a freaking suite!' I mentally cried as the full measure of the room sunk in.

Glancing around, I noticing a stack of papers and some keys prominently situated on my desk. On top of the stack was a note from Kael that, true to his style, was short and to the point:

Alex,

If you're going to take a break I want you to at least be comfortable. Plus, if you're actually retiring, you'll need to be a bit more independent.

Enjoy!
Kael

P.S. Look out the window for the car with a bow.

"Man, your TV is huge!" Laura exclaimed excitedly as she scoped out my well furnished bachelor pad.

"Yeah, the TV is pretty cool," I replied distractedly as I headed towards the window.

It's a good thing my back was to Laura, because even with my training I'm sure my face paled. 'How am I supposed to fit in with a brand new black Porsche Cayenne Turbo and a reserved parking spot!'

Laura obviously sensed that I needed some time to myself.

"I'll let you get settled. But, before I leave, I'm supposed to tell you that we have a hall meeting down in the first-floor study lounge at seven tomorrow."

At my look of confusion she added, "You know, the big room with all the couches just past the kitchen as you walk through the lobby?"

"Um, yeah" I murmured, assuming I'd be able to find it later.

"And afterwards we'll have a wing meeting out in our hallway," she continued before making a face. "We'll probably meet a little more towards the middle of the hall as your room is right at the intersection with 3 West, and I'd rather not do anything else to piss Erin off."

"Sounds good," I whole heartedly agreed with her sentiment, but made sure to keep my face neutral. "I'll make sure to be there."

"Great!" She grew more serious. "I'm also supposed to remind you," she continued, "that the 'client' exception to the alcohol rule only applies to your room, and that you are responsible if your clients end up causing any damage or disturbances."

"That's fair," I agreed. With a genuine smile I continued, "I really appreciate how you've gone out of your way to make me feel welcome."

"No problem," Laura blushed, and her nipples once again became prominent. With an appraising look she added, "Let me know if there is anything else I can help you with."

Though I was rather overwhelmed by the whole living situation, Laura's offer was something I knew and understood. With all of the sexual tension between me and Sarah on the plane I was ready for some release, but wasn't sure how to best respond.

I'd worked almost exclusively with high school girls who were interested in learning how to establish a committed relationship or to explore a fantasy. I was full of advice on how to approach a 'one night stand' from a girl's perspective, and what to expect from their partner.

It had been years since I last lived in the same place for more than a couple weeks, and I had very little 'real' experience interacting in complex social dynamics. Normally if I were free for the evening I would accept Laura's invitation. As a teacher, hooking up with Little Sisters allowed me to skip past the basics and practice some of the more advanced sexual techniques.

I'd heard that people hooked up all the time in college, but Laura wasn't a client and we'd have to live together for at least the next year. The Institute's advice of 'Don't play in your own backyard' did simplify matters, but I wasn't sure if it was applicable in this situation.

Accepting that in this case Laura probably had more experience, I decided to make an offer and then let her take the lead.

"Well, I need a few minutes to get settled, but want to watch a movie in, say, half an hour?"

"Sure, I'll cum back later," Laura agreed with a wink as she sauntered out of the room.

As soon as the door closed I dug out my phone and called Kael. I knew he'd put a lot of effort into fixing it up the room and getting me a car, but he'd definitely gone over the top.

Kael answered on the first ring even though we were in very different time zones and I'd probably woken him up.

"How am I supposed to fit in with a brand new car and a completely remodeled suite?"

After a skillful pause to gather his thoughts and let me know I was being an ass, Kael calmly replied, "Look Alex, you're an Elite. You would stick out regardless, and at least this way you'll be comfortable and won't have to beg for a ride every time you want to get off campus."

"Kael, I wanted..."

"Have you even looked around?" he asked. "Your bathroom has a Jacuzzi in it, we soundproofed your suite, got the best stereo we could fit in a dorm room, and the Cayenne Turbo is the fastest SUV on the market."

Alright, I was upset, but I was grudgingly impressed with what Kael had accomplished in a week. Glancing around, I started to notice all the little details that had gone into making my room 'perfect.'

Taking a deep breath I tried to calm down.

"Look Kael, this is all just a bit much right now."

"Apology accepted," and in his usual brisk manner he quickly steered the conversation back on topic and got me caught up on the technicalities of starting classes on Monday.

"The pine tree is a nice touch," I offered, trying to make peace before hanging up.

"Well, it seemed more appropriate than a potted palm since you're practically living in the Rocky Mountains."

"You got that right, though I think you might be losing your touch at subtlety by having Sarah join me on the plane."

"There are plenty of others like Sarah out there."

"I'll keep that in mind," I agreed while shaking my head. "Don't worry; you'll be the first to know if I decide to come out of retirement."

"Sounds good, is there anything else?"

"Nah, just let me know before going overboard in the future."

"Alright, then have a good night."

I was determined to make the best of my new situation. I strode over to the desk, grabbed the keys and headed out of the room to go check out my new car.

After removing the ridiculous red bow from the front windshield, I climbed into what could only be described as a rally racing car. There was no hesitation in deciding to take it for a test drive. Unfortunately I didn't know the roads nearby, so I only went for a brief spin around the block a few times, but it definitely had some power and really seemed to hug the turns well.

When I returned to my room I played with the entertainment center and got some music cued up then unpacked the few possessions I'd brought with me.

I retrieved my most prized possession: a well worn, yet rugged, photo album. I'd long ago learned that even incredible memories quickly fade and blend together and, like most other Docents, I kept a photo album of my favorite pictures from my client weekends. Though none were overtly sexual or in any way pornographic, all were reminders of the amazing experiences we'd shared. While the client may choose to discreetly talk about our time together, as part of the Institute's confidentiality agreement I could never discuss them in detail. Even when talking with other Docents, I try to keep things vague, but that doesn't mean I don't care or ever intend to forget.

I couldn't help smiling at some of the goofy things we'd done: entering a pumpkin carving contest, trying to bowl while dizzy, learning how to 'properly' apply face paint ... Each mini-adventure was priceless and, more importantly, helped me to make a connection and teach them skills that hopefully allowed them to make better choices later on.

Reminded of the difference I'd made in so many lives, I felt a much better as I gingerly shut the album and locked it away in the safe built into the bottom drawer of the desk.

'At least this time I'll be able to share this adventure's memories, ' I optimistically thought as I got up to finish getting settled into my new room.

About 45 minutes later there was a soft knock on my door. Standing outside was quite a vision of school spirit. Laura had on some very skimpy Colorado College sport shorts and a t-shirt with the college's Tiger mascot that was so thin you could clearly see the outline of her areola as well as her rock hard nipples.

"Hope you don't mind that I got a little more comfortable?" she asked innocently while stepping around me into the room.

After a full day of travel, the Whetsons' barbeque, and my conversation with Kael, I was more than willing to let Laura be in charge.

We ended up watching most of the movie before she finally asked, "So you've seen this already, right?"

After my affirmative nod, Laura grabbed the remote and turned on some soft music before dragging me over to the bed and kissing me soundly.

She broke the kiss, took a step back, and quickly removed the tiny t-shirt she'd worn, carelessly tossing it aside. As her beautiful grapefruit sized breasts bounced into view I couldn't help gasping my approval.

"I'm not one of your little clients," Laura purred while seductively cupping her breasts.

Leaning close she whispered, "I want it hard, and I want it now," before stripping off her shorts and climbing onto the bed.

I stood there staring for a few moments as she began to pose seductively. 'Where did the bubbly blonde who'd been flirting with me all evening go?' I silently mused before hurriedly getting undressed.

Finally joining Laura on the bed, I tried to get between her legs only to have them close tight as she reached between us to firmly grasp my cock.

"I do believe this is mine for the evening," she whispered, getting up and using her other hand to guide me down onto the bed.

Laura straddled my waist and began sliding my hardening cock along her now dripping pussy. She soon had me completely hard and, with a slight rolling of her hips, allowed just the head to slip inside.

As if dragging out the moment, Laura slowly impaled herself, all the while groaning softly in pleasure. She'd been well taught by her Docent and we were just starting to get into a rhythm when I sensed she was holding something back.

"Did you know they completely soundproofed the room as part of the remodeling?" I asked.

"Really?" she gasped before taking things up a notch.

While more enthusiastic, Laura still seemed slightly restrained, and there were moments when it felt like she was just going through the motions. However, my instincts told me that this was something she really wanted.

It was strangely liberating to realize that I wasn't her Docent and I didn't have to train her or try to figure out or try to fix what was wrong.

That said, I did try to make things as enjoyable as possible for the both of us. It wasn't long before I felt Laura tense before firmly thrusting down and grinding her hips against mine. She gave a strangled cry as her pussy pulsed around me and she collapsed against my chest.

I gave her a few moments to recover, then deftly rolled us over before positioning myself above her. After a few experimental thrusts to which I received several moans of approval, I assumed she wasn't too sensitive. I focused on my own pleasure and allowed myself to become lost in the moment.

Though Laura wasn't the most responsive of partners, she was willing to try new positions, and occasionally I'd see her bubbly personality shine through. When she smiled up at me as I slowly thrust into her I knew she was enjoying it, but almost instantly the smile would fade and she'd once again encourage me to 'go faster and harder.'

Not wanting to disappoint her, I complied and soon felt the familiar tingling in my balls before filling her with my infertile seed.

Laura barely gave me time to catch my breath when she mentioned she wanted to try out my shower and we stumbled across to the bathroom. I tried to suggest using the whirlpool instead as I'm not sure if it was the altitude or traveling, but I felt completely beat and it sounded more relaxing. Laura insisted on using the shower instead.

We briefly fooled around, but Laura didn't seem inclined to linger, growing thoughtful as we returned to the room. I wasn't sure if she was contemplating round two or debating whether to spend the night. Since I was new to campus I again decided to allow her to call the shots.

"I really wanted to be your first," she explained while getting dressed. "But if you're not discreet this will be the last time you'll ever see these," she warned, cupping her breasts, then kissed my cheek and swiftly departed.

It had been a very odd night. Yet at the same time it was strangely exhilarating for the very reason that it wasn't anything like my typical one night stand or client evening.

While I'd only been in Colorado for less than 8 hours, I already knew I was going to like it. I smiled as I thought back to all the opportunities I'd passed on my way into the dorm and pondered what other adventures the semester would bring.

The next morning I literally awoke at sunrise. Glancing at the clock I realized it was only six thirty and thoroughly cursed my lack of foresight for not closing the blinds. With all of my traveling, I'd trained my body so that under the right conditions I got at least eight hours of sleep each night regardless of the time zone I happened to be in. The primary condition was that either the room was near pitch black or that I had someone to snuggle up against and motivate me to stay in bed.

Knowing it would be useless to try and go back to sleep, I got out of bed, stumbled over to my desk and turned on my computer. I was pleasantly surprised to see I was already on the school network. I spent a good half hour checking my e-mail, including a brief note from Steph, and generally played around online. Finding a campus map online, I quickly memorized the locations of the dining hall and registrar's office, figuring that should be good enough to get me through most of the day.