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It had been three years in the making. Three years of mowing lawns, shoveling snow and after school jobs had finally paid off in the weeks after graduation. Stephen was finally able to afford some rare comic book he’d never heard of; some rare comic book his closest friend always went on about. Two years ago he remembered she said she’d fuck anyone if she could own it. Stephen didn’t say anything but took her words literally.

Now he had it in his hands. It was wrapped in hard plastic and graded. It was practically perfect though he couldn’t understand why anyone would want the thing. At least not for the price. But collectors were uncommon, strange people. Especially of the comic book type. However, he had to see if she were still ecstatic about it... if she wanted to see it... and if she’d accept his offer.

Flipping open his cell he called her number, telling her about the news. She sounded ecstatic over the phone, vowing to come right over. Stephen had limited time to get his room in order, placing the book on his desk while he made up his bed. It was going to be hard to broach the subject, if her offer was real. If it were, he was going to try to extend the offer to last until they’d have to leave for college.
 
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Laura

Age: 18
Height: 5'3"
Hair: Dark Brown, shoulder length
Eyes: Hazel
Build: Slim, toned, 34C


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Laura browsed the sale rack in The Gap with only mild interest. Something would need to be heavily discounted, before she would be tempted - she was saving every cent she earned from her waitressing job and putting it into her "savings for college" account. She picked up a red tee holding it up against her, when her phone rang. Flipping it open, she saw from her caller ID that it was Stephen.

"Hey, what's up?" she asked, strolling and browsing as she went, and then she stopped, dead. "No way!! No way!! I dont believe you!" then as she left the shop, hurring toward the exit of the mall. "if your kidding, I'm gonna kill you!! I'm on my way!!"

Sitting into her Dad's car, she drove directly over to Stephen's place. She couldn't believe it. Had he really gotten an original 9th issue of Marvel Mystery?? Not one of the reprints from 2004, or 2008, but one of the acutal originals?? from 1940??? Then it struck her, one of those must be worth $1250!! She'd sell her soul for one, but Stephen? He'd never really been much into comics!! If he was teasing her, she'd kill him!!

She ran up the front steps, and rang the bell, her heart hammering with excitement.
 
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Its said nothing can ever go faster than light speed but Laura certainly seemed to be tempting that with the amount of time she took to get from wherever she was to his front door. When he heard the knocking Stephen went down the stairs, opening the front door to see her standing there.

“Its upstairs on the desk,” he spoke with a slight grin as he stepped aside so as to not get run over. He’d give her enough time to look at it, to want it before he’d make his proposition. He only wondered if she was serious about it or if she’d just been goofing around. Time would tell and it would test their friendship but he’d wanted Laura’s body for too long. It wasn’t for any sense of love, but desire. A want of that body, to have it and make it his.

Stephen closed the door shortly after and headed toward his room where the book laid in wait for them. Everything he worked for was about to happen within the next few minutes. It would foretell his lazy summer months.
 
Laura burst in the front door the moment Stephen opened it.

“Its upstairs on the desk,”

There was no need to ask to what he referred, it was of course the comic. Not just any comic, but the one she would sell her soul for! Her heart hammered, she was so excited. Could it be that he actually had it, issue 9???

She took the stairs two steps at a time, and burst into his room, rushing to the desk.

There is was, issue 9, and by the looks of it, in mint condition. She carefully examined it, it was genuine!! She felt light headed... and then she realised she had been holding her breath.

Her eyes sparkling, she turned, and found that Stephen was now in the room, she had been so engrossed, she had not heard him enter.

"Okay! Wow!! I cant believe it!! How did you get it?? " she was so excited, she was running from one statement to the next, not giving him a chance to get a word in. "I want it Stephen!! I'd sell my soul, I'd do anything, I have to have it!!!"
 
Leaving the door open he walked into the room, his eyes on Laura as she rambled on. He was only allow a smile, unable to get a word in while he sat on the edge of the bed. When he finally found a place to speak he opened his mouth, “You won’t have to sell your soul to get it but there is something else I’d want.”

Stephen hesitated for a moment before continuing, knowing that his next words would change their relationship no matter the answer she gave, “If you want it you can have it. Just before we leave for college but you have to do something. This didn’t come cheap and there’s something I want from you. Your body. Sell your body to me from this moment until I leave for college and it can be yours before I leave.”

He said it. It took a lot from him but when he was finished it felt as though a weight had been thrown from his chest, never to return. Stephen watched Laura for any hints on what she was thinking, what she’d do. He was either expecting a reluctant submitting or a slap in the face.
 
“If you want it you can have it. Just before we leave for college but you have to do something. This didn’t come cheap and there’s something I want from you. Your body. Sell your body to me from this moment until I leave for college and it can be yours before I leave.”

No way did he just say that!!!! She paused as her brain processed what he had said, once more, rechecking it, certain she must have misheard! She hadn't. Suddenly, she got it, and began to laugh.

"Fuck you!! You really had me going there, Stephen! You really did!!" she exclaimed, laughing hard. But, as she watched his face, her laughter died on her lips, and she sobered quickly.

"Oh my God! You're serious! You're actually serious!" she was whispering now, the magnitued of what he was suggesting hit her, and she felt fury ignite within her. She stormed out, calling him every foul name she could think of, before peeling out of his driveway.

She was livid! How dare he?? Did he really think she would say yes?? She fumed for over an hour, before it abated, and then, gradually, dissipated, draining away, as desire for the comic built in her.

She went to bed, slept fitfully, playing out the events of the afternoon, over and over. She really liked him. He was a nice guy. She wanted that comic more than anything. What was the harm in sleeping with him?? By morning, she had made up her mind, and taking out her cell phone, she sent him a text.

"Thought it over. I agree, if the offer is still there! I want that comic!! I'm yours!"
 
She didn’t lunge at him or hit him so Stephen counted that as a plus but she seemed angry as she stormed out of his room. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, what their relationship would be, if they’d remain friends. Give it time, he told himself. Let her cool off if at all possible.

Throughout the day he passed by his desk, his room and could see the comic sitting on his desk as though it were nothing but an innocent bystander. It was the reason everything seemed to have melted down. And at night while he lied in bed, he could see it and all he could think of was Laura. How she felt, the touch of her skin where only clothes and wind had graced.

The next morning he woke up and got ready for the day. It wasn’t until he returned from the shower and had dressed that he checked his messages, finding out that Laura had left him one sometime after waking. Stephen returned a text, “Come over now.”
 
Laura had tossed and turned all night long, before she decided to send that message, and somehow, she had imagined that he was sitting in his place, phone in hand, waiting on a message from her.

Clearly that was not the case. Four hours had passed since she had sent the message, and she was on the verge of sending another message, pleading with him, and apologising for walking out on him, when she heard her phone beeb, announcing the receipt of a message.

She looked at it "Come over now!"

She immediatly texted a reply.

"Be right there!"

Short and simple, and to the point, and she felt her heart hammering in her chest, as she drove over, nearly rear ending a car en route, her mind on something other than her driving.

She parked, not very well, but she was in a hurry, and yet, she knew that when she entered his house, their relationship would change forever, but he had promised her the comic, and he always kept his word.

Certain that her heart beat was audible, she rang the bell, gulping in air trying vainly to steady her nerves. She managed an excited smile, when the door swung open.
 
Stephen couldn’t believe it. The message he received seemed like a mirage. Going from uncertainty to all the feelings he felt through the night to the nerves he felt, it was something he hadn’t expected. All he thought of was sex, sex, sex, nothing about wondering everything that would happen beforehand. Nothing about any awkwardness they’d suffer through because they’d been such close friends for so many years.

At last he heard a ring at the door and he left behind his room. Stephen didn’t run or rush. That’s not to say he wasn’t feeling the pressure of being rushed but he was doing his best to control himself. When he arrived at the door he opened it wide, seeing Laura standing in front of him with that smile of hers.

At first he inadvertently let loose a light laugh but quickly put an end to it, turning it into a smile. He didn’t know how to start the conversation and there was only one way to jump into a new world; all at once.

“I want a trail of clothes beginning here, on the front door to end at the foot of the door to my room. Then I want you naked on my bed, waiting for me. I’ll be up in five minutes,” he spoke through the nerves he was feeling and he felt confident about how it came out. The five minutes would be needed to remind himself about what he was about to do, and try not to get himself too lightheaded over what they were about to do. He was about to own this girl for the summer and the realization was just hitting him.
 
“I want a trail of clothes beginning here, on the front door to end at the foot of the door to my room. Then I want you naked on my bed, waiting for me. I’ll be up in five minutes,”

Stephen's words sent her heart rate into a range it only entered when she ran hard. She blushed, but she was determined to comply. Stephen seemed so cool, so unaffected by it all!!

Shuffling from foot to foot, she took one last deep breath, and kicked off one of her shoes. Took a step toward the stairs, and kicked off the other, then came her jeans, then her tee shirt. She was at the top of the stairs, wearing only her thong, and her bra, and she felt totally exposed, vulnurable.

She wanted nothing more than to dive for the cover of Stephen's room, but a deal is a deal, and despite her instincts to the contary, she did as he said, leaving her bra on the top step, and then, taking another step, she slipped off her thong, leaving it outside his door, and she hurried inside, laying awkwardly on his bed, waiting.

Time seemed to stretch out unbearably, and for a horrible thought crossed her mind that perhaps he was fooling around, planning on leaving her there, and then he would burst in laughing, telling her he couldn't believe she complied!!! Steadying herself, she waited, and then, the door swung fully open.
 
He watched her as she didn’t say a word. After last night he expected something, any kind of verbal retaliation but he was pleasantly surprised. The girl must’ve been dying for the book for so long she couldn’t control herself. That had to be it. As she walked by he stood still, keeping an eye on her until she reached the stairs and took off her shirt and pants. It was a sight, something he never thought she’d agree to but he had to take the chance.

After she disappeared up the stairs he turned back around, closing the door and locking it shut. Stephen moved around her discarded clothes and moved toward the sink, pouring himself a glass of water. He downed it as though it actually had a punch to it before discarding the glass and returning to climb the stairs.

At the top of the stairs he passed by her bra before finally coming to confront his room where her the last of her clothes had fallen, her thong. Bending down he picked it up with a hand as he entered the room, letting her see him inhaling the scent of her pussy before he tossed the thong off to the side.

“Get on your back. And spread your legs. I want to look at you when I fuck you,” he spoke so steady. He had to or he’d let his nerves get the better of him. On top of everything he had no protection to speak of but if she really wanted that book, he doubted she’d ask.
 
She could not have said what, exactly, she had expected, just that this was definitely not it.

“Get on your back. And spread your legs. I want to look at you when I fuck you,”

Maybe she had thought that he would fool around, kissing her, some heavy petting perhaps, before fumbling, he might finger her a little, maybe 69 her, then slowly, and lovingly enter her.

What this was like was as though she was his sex slave. Perhaps that was what he was into, she thought, and then shook her head, giggling.

But, she did as he asked. She blushed deeply, a dark flush creaping over her face, and spreading down over her breasts. She was nervous, and felt incredibly exposed as she slowly parted her legs for him. She didn't know what to do with her hands, so she reached over her head, and grabbed the metal rails that formed his headboard.

She looked at him, and his certainty, the fact he was so........... commanding, so sure of himself, turned her on greatly, her clit beginning to throb with excitement, as she wondered just what he would demand of her, in return for the comic.
 
“You’re not concerned about anything?” he asked as he watched her follow his instruction. “About protection or any of that stuff?” It was his general inquiry, a peek inside her sex life, one which he’d more or less own over the course of the next few months.

Then he added as he stood at the foot of the bed, looking between her spread legs, her tits and face, “If you have a boyfriend or anything on the side, you’re going to drop it. When I call or text, that means I want you and it doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing. And always find something good to wear so I can look at you just before you take it off.”

Stephen was still dressed. In his mind he had to maintain his air of confidence or he wasn’t sure what would happen. Then he moved onto the bed and stood on his knees as he moved closer toward her pussy. Leaning over her he held himself up with his hands on either side of her neck, his eyes staring down into hers. His hand moved between them, sliding against her skin as it traveled over her stomach and toward her pussy.

“From now on, I’m your social life and the only thing in it that matters.”
 
The thought of protection hadn't crossed her mind, until, he mentioned it.
Now that he had, she began to worry. She was on the pill, mainly for her skin, to deal with her skin, but the side effect was that she was protected from pregnancy - but not of course, from STDs.

Her eyes widened, but she was thinking this would be a one time only thing, and she didn't think that Stephen fucked around a lot, so she thought it would be okay.

“If you have a boyfriend or anything on the side, you’re going to drop it. When I call or text, that means I want you and it doesn’t matter where you are or what you’re doing. And always find something good to wear so I can look at you just before you take it off.”


The way Stephen was talking, it seemed that he had something totally different in mind, and she blushed when he looked at her, and spoke of her stripping for him. She quivered, and not altogether with a negative connoctations filling her mind - she would die before she admitted it, but Stephen was surprising her.

Stephen's dominance was something totally unexpected, but it was also something that made her hot, something she never got from any of the boys she dated, they were ususally over eager, willing to bend over backwards, to get a chance to get into her pants.

She looked up at him. "I didn't think about protection - I guess we ought to......." she trailed off, her eyes big as she looked at how big he seemed relative to her, as she stretched out on his bed.

“From now on, I’m your social life and the only thing in it that matters.”

This tme she didn't grin, or smile, or do anything other than nod

"Yes, Stephen. I understand!" and she reached up and kissed him, eager to start, her nerves stretched taut, as the anticipation built to an unbearable leve.
 
The kiss caught him off guard but he received it well, briefly tasting her tongue as his lips worked to separate hers. But he broke it, pulling away from her kiss and her body. Stephen slipped away from the bed until he was standing on the floor again, looking at her.

While pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor he asked, “How does it feel? Being a prostitute?” Privately he wondered how far he could degrade her, if she had any limits. If she was willing to fuck for a few pages of ink he was left to his imagination what else she’d done in her free time.

“How many men have you fucked?” he released a second bomb while unbuttoning his jeans, letting them fall to the floor. Kicking out of them his boxers came next. And he stood in front of her, near the foot of the bed, naked. Once more he moved back onto the bed, this time ready for her.

As he brought his body up to hers again, he let the tip of his dick just touch against her pussy as he told her, “I just asked you if you were concerned about protection, I didn’t mean I was going to use any. That isn’t going to bother you, is it?” although the question was hardly a question. But he wasn’t going to allow her any time to answer as his lips crashed hard against hers.
 
“How does it feel? Being a prostitute?” [/B

Laura, who was already feeling vulnurable, as Stephen stood at the foot of the bed, looking her over, recoiled in shock. Had he just said, what she thought he had?? Her eyes flicked to his, and she saw that she had not been mistaken. This was a VERY different Stephen to the guy she knew, or thought she knew!!

She looked at him, with big eyes.

"I.... I... dont know what to say Stephen. It's .... its not like that! At least, it ...well, it wasn't but now.... now it kinda feels like it!"

“How many men have you fucked?”

"What???" she sat up, pulling her legs back together.

"Stephen!" she broke off, shocked at him. But, as she looked at him, she saw that he required an answer.

"It depends on how you define it, I guess. Johnny, you know, the quarterback? my boyfriend? He and I fooled around some - he.... " she blushed, but swallowed, and continued "he... used a vibrator on me, fucking me with it, while I .... um... sucked him off" her voice was little more than a whisper now. "We were waiting for the bar-b-que, at the end of the month, we were going to book a motel, you know, make it nice, memorable!"

“I just asked you if you were concerned about protection, I didn’t mean I was going to use any. That isn’t going to bother you, is it?”

She looked up, but he pressed a hard kiss to her lips cutting her off. He was acting weird, nasty, and she wanted to tell him where to go, but Goddammit, she wanted that comic, she wanted it bad!!! Badly enough, it seemed to suffer his abuse!
 
Stephen broke the kiss as suddenly as he had the one before, staring down at her, “So you’ve never been fucked before?” Stephen developed a little smile as he let the thought twist in his head. It was one of the last things he expected but he wasn’t about to let it go just because she’d already made plans with someone else. Either way, Stephen was going to make sure she’d miss that night in favor or something else he’d plan.

“And don’t worry Laura, I’m letting you know it is just like that. I’m giving you something and you’re giving me sex. Its something you’ll be for the rest of your life,” although there was no malice in his voice this time. He stated it as though it were known fact.

Then he returned his lips to hers, feeling the warmth of her mouth against his. Stephen’s hips sank toward hers, the tip of his cock entering her pussy. It was going to be a long break before college, he was in no hurry to see it end. She was going to earn every single page, every single word. This was only the beginning.
 
Although his tone had softened, the message he was delivering, had not.

She shut her mind to it, but she wanted that comic, it would all be worth it, in the end. After all, Stephen was just a guy. He was a friend. Its not like she was on a corner somewhere! She wanted something from him, he wanted something from her. Simple.

The more she thought on it, the more she accepted it. Every couple wanted something from one another - love, loyality, friendship, security.... the list went on and on, and what she and Stephen were doing was no different.

She kissed him, parting her lips for him, and then, somewhat awkardly, she parted her thighs, feeling the tip of his cock pressing against her. She was wet, and his cock head slid about then entered her, just barely so.

She arched her back, instinctively, wanting to take him deeper. She told herself it was about getting it over with, but there was something else... something more.

She wriggled on his cock. "Stephen" she said, uttering only that word, and then she put her hands around his neck, and kissed him. He was her lover, she thought.
 
When he felt her arching her back he thought anything they’d had to say would be erased, would be quitted. Stephen sunk into her, driving deeper before he froze, feeling her wiggling on him, then her lone word. He held himself still, his buried cock connecting their two bodies, holding them close.

His eyes looked up to her, feeling her arms slip around his neck as she pulled him closer for a kiss. It was nothing, he told himself. His tongue played with hers as he moved his hips slow in a steady grind. Stephen didn’t stop until he couldn’t go any deeper, feeling his body flush against hers.

Momentarily he broke the kiss as he glanced between their bodies. The sight of him inside her was something he’d been waiting for too long. Then he pulled out nearly all the way before shoving his cock hard, back into her hole. He wasn’t going to let her get away with a loving fuck. What he wanted was something a little tougher, a little rougher. That slow and steady shit could come later. For now, he wanted to ravage the girl and he wasn’t going to stop himself now.
 
"Oh wow!". She spoke so softly, he may not have heard. Feeling Stephen inside of her, his hot flesh branding her was something she had never imagined. It was intense, and to her, somehow meaningful.

They were joined, his cock filling her and she lifted her head and watched as he entered her, finding the sight erotic.

Stephen was her friend, had been for a long time, and this was soft and loving and..... Oh my god!! Was he in love with her?? Was it possible, that this whole thing was an elaborate scheme to try to make her fall for him??

But no sooner had the thought entered her head, than something changed. The dynamic between them took a darker path, and he began to thrust into her with abandon. He showed no more concern for her than one would show a whore, or so it seemed to her. She was confused, and she looked up at him, thinking that perhaps she had better guard her heart. She put her hands behind her holding the metal spindles that formed part of his headboard, and hooked her thighs round his hips, and hung on.
 
Stephen was going to make her earn that book. Although when she looked up at him, wrapping her legs around his waist he began to think that she might not mind the price too much. In which case he’d have to raise it if only to spite her. For the time she was his little whore, his slut and he was going to use her in that way. Stephen wanted nothing more from her during these times other than sex. But he wondered if their friendship would be altered in any way. It’d be something only time could tell, and even things turned out badly, he’d have an entire break filled with great memories.

Stephen didn’t slow, rather he sped up his pace, slamming his cock hard and deep into her little pussy. With hands on either side of her body he stared down at her, not at her face but her tits. This wasn’t just the first time he fucked her, it was the first time he saw any piece of her naked and he was going to take it all in. There wasn’t a thing he wanted left out. And he’d ensure that when he was through with her.
 
She had been planning on doing this with Johnny, and it would have been wonderful, loving, bringing them closer together, instead she was letting Stephen, her friend, give her her first real orgasm, while he fucked her, for the preice of a comic.

Of course, it wasn't just any comic, she reminded herself. This one was special. Besides, it wasn't like this......... this thing with Stephen was unpleasant, it was actually quite good, and well worth it!

She was disappointed somehow when it ended by knew she should not let Stephen know that. It was probably better, if he thought this was unendurable for her ........ probably.

He finished, and she relaxed her thighs, letting her legs fall open. She wondered what would happen now, would he climb off her, send her on her way, or would they cuddle, like a couple?? She didn't know, and she couldn't bear to ask him, so she'd just have to wait and see.
 
As he pounded against her he could tell the end was nearing. His speed hastened, his thrusts brought power, fueled by need. When he felt his cock fully buried inside her, he let his cum spray inside her. When he felt the last of it leave him, only then did he pull away, feeling her legs relaxing their grip around him.

Stephen felt his cock slip out of her pussy as he pushed away from her. On his knees he looked over her recently fucked body, taking some pride in the way she looked. Climbing off the bed he walked over to her thong he discarded earlier and picked it up. He used the inside of it to wipe his cock clean, discarding it back on the floor when he was through with it; his cum leaving behind a mess where her pussy would be.

“Alright, we’re through for now,” Stephen spoke, looking back at Laura. “Come back in the morning around 7:30. I’ll use you then. Go ahead and use my room to get dressed.”

As he reached for his own clothes he looked back to her while he dressed, “So I don’t think you answered me. Have you ever done that before?”
 
Laura was still enjoying the afterglow of orgasmic bliss, when Stephen climbed off of her, and off of the bed.

“Alright, we’re through for now,”

Well, that answered her query about cuddling together afterward, like lovers. Clearly, that was not Stephen's intention at all.

“Come back in the morning around 7:30. I’ll use you then. Go ahead and use my room to get dressed.”


She climbed slowly from the bed, suddenly embarassed, feeling cheap, used. She had her head down as she rummaged around for her clothes, glad that he had gathered them up, and dropped them together in the room, at least she didn't have to do her strip routine in reverse.

She quickly pulled on her clothes, her jeans in place before she noticed that her panties felt kinda gungy She was being dismissed, rapidly so, and therefore she had not taken the time to shower before dressing to his cum was dampening her clothing. She pulled on her top, and tucked her bra into her pocket.

“So I don’t think you answered me. Have you ever done that before?”

She glanced up at him.

"Are you for real??? No! NO! Of course I haven't done that before, or anything at all like it. Jeez Stephen - do you think I go around whoring out to every guy I meet?? You know me better than that!!"

She turned on her heel, eager to leave, to get home, and to get ready for the day. She needed sometime alone to think things through, to be certain that she could do this.
 
Stephen developed a self-satisfied smile when he heard her response. The entire day had seemed to fall into a big blur but he managed to remember the last, most important parts. Stephen watched her as she dressed while he sat on his bed. All the work suddenly seemed worth it. And he was going to have more in store for her later.

The rest of the day Stephen remembered the moments they shared together, when he was pounding away inside her. Her memory was used against him, made it hard for him to control his own thoughts. Morning couldn’t arrive fast enough , nor could the night.

Stephen lied in bed for hours with the knowledge that this was the bed where he’d fucked his friend. A single memory made the moment powerful but he wondered if more encounters would weaken the first time or strengthen it. It was something he’d only be able to find out after looking back on it after a few weeks had passed. Then sleep finally took him. And he’d been up so late that he slept beyond the time he wanted to wake.
 
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