beyond his wildest dreams

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You: stunning, self-confident, scornful, with a firm body and a pair of pouting
breasts, always horny.

Me: shy, geeky, dorky, hopeless with girls, always on the computer in the library.

Scenario: she decides to have some fun with him. She will play him along, be
scornful of his pathetic attempts to talk to her. BUT she is secretly aroused
by his lust.............and eventually decides to give him the night of his
life..........
 
Katrina

Katrina entered the Library wearing a rather tight fitting red mid rift shirt and a pair of shorts that only reached down to just barely mid thigh. Her nails had been well manicured and her fiery red hair had been recently combed and brushed through so that it now fell loosely over her shoulders. As she went through the doors and after catching the looks of several people at the main desk and giving them a sultury smile her emerald green eyes scanned out the room from behind her dark glasses.

She didn't have to look around for long, for there he sat, against the far wall at a desk, huddled up in front of a computer screen..probably in one of those geek central chats...

But with a slight shake of her head and a silent laugh she made her way over to the ain desk.

"Yes?" The Librarian asked her.

"I'd like to sign in for Internet usage on Computer 4 please." She said as she handed her card to the Librarian. She took Katrina's card abd handed her a sign in sheet. After signing the sheet and handing it back the Librarian handed the card back to her.

With a smile on her face she made her way over to the computer and took a seat in the chair. She was sitting right next to him and glanced over at him as she clicked on the internet access icon. She still had her glasses on. But at this close proximity she knew he could smell the cotton candy perfume she always wore.

But she wasn't really there to use the internet, she could do that from her dorm if she wanted to on her own computer...which she did on a regular basis and when she did she always made sure her vibrator was in easy reach. There were many occasions on which her roomate had walked in while she was on a sexualy explicit site and frigging away at herself with that eight inch buzzing cock of synthetic flesh.

But for now she was just taking a leisurly walk along the sidewalk of the information highway.

"Don't tell me you've been in here all day again.." she said over her shoulder to him. "Do you ever have time for girls or are the Klingons overtaking the Enterprise again?"

She souldn't help but to laugh a little, even if it was a bad joke.

It was then she decided to tease him just a tad. "So tell me...." She said as her hand started to suddenly and slowly move up his thigh "When is the last time your "ship" has been out of its dock.." Her hand moved up his thigh and then began to move slowly to the crotch of his jeans, and then it left just as quickly. Not even a second later he heard her moan quietly as the hand that had been on his thigh was now trailing slowly up the crotch of HER shorts.
 
I'm trying hard to work, but I just can't concentrate. The work is hard enough, but it's not just that. It's that just across the library, Kirstie Chambers and her group of silly, pretty, vacuous friends are fooling around and distracting themselves and everybody else. How will they ever pass their finals if they don't do any work? Maybe they don't have to - maybe all they have to do is fuck their tutors, and everything will turn out just fine.
Anyway, that's not the only reason I'm distracted. I'm really ashamed to admit this, but I have a 'thing' for Kirstie. Yes I know how shallow she is, but she is just so pretty - way out of my league as well, but every time I pass her I can't help but notice how her firm, pert breasts push at her blouse, and she usually has a couple of buttons undone, so I can see a good handful of her cleavage. .

I can hear giggling and the occasional snort of suppresed laughter from across the hallway, I decide it's time to go. I gather up my books, push my glasses more firmly onto my nose, and walk towards the door, keeping my eyes firmly fixed on it. Not looking right or left, resisting the temptaion to glance sideways, to catch a glimpse of pretty Kirstie and her swelling cleavage, hearing the giggling increasing, just concentrating on getting to the door without further humiliation..............
 
OOC:
Kirstie Chambers, 18, freshman but acts like a senior in her confidence, red hair, very pale skin, bright green eyes, toned body from track and cheerleading, firm 36C breasts, has ears, nose, and belly button pierced, 5'6'' and 115 lbs, wearing tight flared jeans, a white blouse with the first two and last two buttons unbuttoned, revealing cleavage and a navel piercing

IC:
"Come on, I dare you!" my best friend, Mandie whispered. I supressed a giggle and shook my head. "Tease him, get him to squirm, I know you can do it!" she grinned slyly and winked at me.

"It shouldn't be that hard..." I murmered, watching him head for the door and absently twirling a strand of hair around my finger. I grinned maliciously and got up from my chair. I met the kid at the door and leaned up against it. "Where're you going, Erkle?" I laughed harshly. Isn't this place like, your home?" I hooked my thumbs in the loops of my jeans, awaiting his answer. Instead, he just stared down at me, wide-eyed, and turned around, heading back to the computers.

OOC: Sorry, I won't be able to post at all tonight, I'm gonna be gone...but Saturday pretty much all day I'll be online...
 
ahhh fuck.......she's really humiliated me. Damn girl......not that I didn't get a good look at her cleavage while she was making me look stupid, since I didn't dare meet her eyes anyway. God those tits.........they'd feel just great wrapped around my cock............firm and pouting, she damn well knows how to show them off, too.

I haven't got the gall to face her down at the doorway, and I can't think of a witty reply, so I head back to my computer, ears burning. Damn!! All the things I could have said.........like.hmmmmmmmm..........."yeah well this maybe my home, but since yours is obviously a brothel I know where I'd rather be........" or perhaps "well at least I'm going to get my degree by studying, where as the only way you're going to get yours is by shagging your tutor......." oh, on and on, I can think of plenty of ripostes NOW, so why not at the time??
Because I'm a dork, that's why, and dorks always think of the cutting replies long after the moment has gone.

So - I'm going to ignore her, and try and finish studying. I don't see why I should leave anyway, just for her and her stupid dumb friends.
 
I smiled to myself and crossed my arms over my chest. I glanced over at Mandie, who winked and flashed me a thumbs-up. Encouraged, I smiled softly to myself. I walked smoothly over to him at the computer and sat at the desk next to him, leaning forward suggestively, resting my chin on my hands, showing him my ample cleavage and a bit of the black lace of my bra.

"Nice glasses," I said, inclining my head towards them slightly. "I hear goggles are coming back." I raised my eyebrows. "And the hair, y'know, some guys look pretty hot with the messy, just-rolled-out-of-bed look. You, unfortunately, are not one of them. I mean, those clothes...have you been living under a rock the past ten years?"

I leaned back, stretching out my legs, giving him a perfect side view of just how tightly my jeans clung to my toned, athletic ass. I ran a hand through my hair and, ticking my head to the side, awaited his witty comeback as he stared, open-mouthed at me.
 
jesuss..........I can feel my face and ears turning hot with embarassment and shame. The worst thing is, I try to stutter out something in reply, but I'm immediately rendered mute by the sight of her black lacy bra, and the way her firm, creamy breasts push out at the flimsy material. Insult after insult........my brain has just frozen. In the background I can hear all her stupid hanger-on friends squealing and hooting like a pack of monkeys at the sport. Yeah........cool sexy girl teases and humiliates dork.

But the worst thing is, I don't hate Kirstie. All I can think of is how her mouth would feel yielding against mine, how her firm breasts would feel cupped in my hands, how her nipples would harden, how she would moan in pleasure as I slid my hands over her ass....but I know this is dreamland. I have to say something now, this is crazy, if I don't the teasing and bullying will just get worse and worse, and I can't just run away like a girl. She's sitting there, showing off her legs and ass, godiwanther

"Do you train your monkey friends to hoot like that, or does it come naturally to them?" Jesus did I really say that??
She stares at me for a moment, mouth open..........I don't think she can quite believe it either.
 
I was completely shocked that this kid actually said something to me. I thought for a second, refused to let him see me speechless. "At least I have friends; I'm not the one sitting alone at night jacking off to the swimsuit edition of Sports Illustrated." I laughed harshly.

I got up and walked over to my friends- Mandie in particular, she had the loudest and most annoying laugh, and told them that I was fine, and to go away. They protested for a minute but, once they saw my resolve face, the grudgingly left. When I went back over, I could tell he was suprised- he had obviously thought I was gone.

This was fun. I could tell he wanted me, and I was getting somewhat excited thinking about it. It would never happen; no, I had a reputation to keep up. But it was amusing to think about. I looked evenly at him as I brought a hand up around my neck, lightly playing with the necklace that I wore. As he looked back at me, I laughed silently to myself. "Well, get on with it- you need to study for finals." I said innocently, raising my huge eyes to meet his.
 
......"jacking off to the swimsuit edition of Sports illustrated......." that's quite funny, if it wasn't me she was saying that about, I'd probably laugh. Despite my burning face, I wonder what she'd say if she knew that it wasn't Sports Illustrated I've been jacking off to, but her, several times a day, in particular her fabulous tits, god knows how I've fantasised about the things I'd like to do with them.

And now she's sitting in front of me, fiddling with her necklace, showing off those firm ripe beauties, she's doing this on purpose, she knows I can't have her and she wants to make me squirm. Well, I won't give her the satisfaction. But then she's asked all her friends to leave........that I don't get at all. From my experience, the girl usually pretends to flirt with her prey, pretending she's all interested, before putting him down and trampling him underfoot for the hilarity of all her friends.

I take a deep breath. "Look, I can't work if you're going to sit in f-front of me, it's just hard to c-concentrate. Please go."

Dammit - I stammered. I tried not to, I really did. But when the girl of your dreams is sitting just in front of you, pierced bellybutton (another thing I love) cascading red hair and a cleavage that's just inviting you to bury your face in it, I defy you not to do the same.......
 
"Well, I don't see how anything I'm doing," I ran my hand over my chest lightly and down to my stomach, "...could possibly have any effect on your studying. No, I think I'll just sit here." I allowed my eyes to scan over his body and noticed his bright red ears. I saw him shift around and knew he was getting a hard on. I knew he wouldn't get up and go away for fear I might see his erection. He was completely at my mercy.

I slipped off my flip flops and, as I was pulling my legs up, one foot ran up his leg. I sat cross-legged and smiled at the effect this had on the redness of his ears.

He nervously looked away and tried to keep his eyes on his computer screen. He was typing and was very fast at it, due to his long fingers. I gazed at them, wondering what they could do to me and wondered what he had dreamed of them doing to me. I grinned again and watched him, which forced him to look at me.
 
oh my god jesus in the name of heaven what is she doing??

My cock is suddenly rod-hard in my pants, throbbing and pulsing dear god despite everything if she carries on like this I'm really going to make a fool of myself......I can't let her see how aroused I am, what the hell am I going to do??

I just try to ignore her, but her foot is rubbing, softly and insistently, along the inside of my thigh ohdeargod if she keeps doing that I'm just gonna cumm and then what the hell will I do

I can't ignore her much longer, can't ignore this feeling either, this is what she wants, I get it now, she's going to see me make a big mess in my pants so she can laugh about it afterwards.......how she was too hot for the dork to handle, mandy you should have seen his face, it was just SOO funny!! Cue howls of laughter and a story which will follow me around for the rest of my college life, The Boy Who Came In His Pants.

In desperation I stop typing, still without looking at her, and tell her.

"Kirstie........please stop.......you don't know what this is doing to me......"
 
I grin at him and keep rubbing his leg with my foot. I notice how hard he is- suprisingly larger that I would have thought.

"Kirstie, please stop...you don't know what this is doing to me..." he says, voice shaking and I take that as my cue to lean forward and rest a hand lightly on his thigh, hooking my thumb on his belt loop and tugging on it slightly.

"Well then, why don't you enlighten me. I'm curious to know exactly what I'm doing to you..." I whisper in his ear, fiddling with the top of the four buttoned buttons on my blouse. I flick his earlobe lightly with my tongue, then lean back and smile at him.
 
jesus christ this simply cannot be happening
I choke with a mixture of lust and shock, the feeling of her foot, and then her soft hand rubbing my thigh is just indescribable.
"You want to know what this is doing to me.......?" I repeat, stupidly. She just smiles and nods, all sparkling eyes and red hair. God she just smells so wonderful, if it wasn't for the fact that I know what a bitch she can be, I think I'd be in love with her.
All I can think of is the warm, tantalising movement of her fingers, rubbing sofly and teasingly, go on rub higher rub my cock ohh yes but she stops just short, much more of this and I know I'll just explode.

I plough on, the fear that if I think too hard about what her fingers are doing will result in the most embarrasing moment of my life gives me a courage to speak that is normally lacking.
"It's driving me crazy, Kirstie, you're such a sexy girl, I've fantasised about you for so long, I'm not even going to tell you what I've fantasised about, you'd be disgusted, you're way out of my league, please stop this, it's just torturing me."

There - I said it. Now maybe she'll leave me alone.
 
"Oh...that's what it's doing to you." I said, smiling lightly to myself. I had him right where I wanted him...and now I realized that I wanted him. For a while, at least. I moved my legs, slipped on my flip flops, and leaned forward. Placing a hand on his crotch and lightly rubbing the bulge in his pants, I whispered in his ear again. "Why don't you come with me...and we can see if I can take care of this..." I bit his earlobe gently, then tilted his head and kissed him. Slipping my tongue in his mouth, I explored every little bit of it, giving him just a taste of what was to come. Then, right as he was getting over his shock and starting to relax, I pulled back and walked out of the library, wiggling my hips suggestively. I knew he couldn't resist and would soon get up and come after me.
 
why don't you come with me...and we'll see if I can take care of this......
I can't believe my ears. This is Kirstie Chambers, pretty, sexy Kirstie Chambers, potential Prom Queen, with all the cool friends and hangers-on in the world, offering to take care of me, Ryan Eames, and my erection. Things don't happen like this.
I stare at her dumbfounded, watching her pretty hips sway as she walks away god how often have I fantasised about pulling her panties down off her hips and mmmmmmmmmmnot to mention pulling off her bra and sliding my erect cock between her luscious mounds and I know I have to come to a decision fast.

Part of me wants to be angry, how dare she walk off and assume I'll just run after her, but that's a pretty small part, and dwarfed by the part that's just head-over-heels crazy about her. I want to remind myself how that feeling of infatuation can totally trample over any sense of pride, but the feeling of her kiss still warm on my lips, and seeing her hips and curvaceous ass swaying as she walks through the door just extingusihes everything else.

I catch her up just at the exit to the library. She turns around, half-amused, when she hears my stumbling steps.
"What do you mean......take care of it?" I stutter. "I know I'm just a dork, you're Kirstie Chambers, prom queen-in-waiting, but you can't imagine how often I've thought about you (yeah, usually with your pants around your ankles and your hand tugging at your cock but for gods sake don't tell her that) so if you're doing this for a laugh, or to make me look stupid, please don't - I could really do without that."

That's the longest speech I've ever made to a girl in my life.
 
"...so if you're doing this for a laugh, or to make me look stupid, please don't - I could really do without that." I smiled at him and laid a finger on his lips.

"Look, Ryan...you're a smart guy. You should know what I mean by 'taking care of it'. And, if I was just doing this for kicks and giggles, I would've left my friends in there. And, I wouldn't just use you for laughs. I mean, casual sex, sure. But not for laughs. I know that I don't have the reputation of being the most virtuous girl on campus. In fact," I stood on my tiptoes and brushed my lips against his earlobes lightly, pressing my body against his tightly and feeling his erection against my hip. "...I can be bad for you, if you like." I winked at him and licked my lips.

"But-" he stammered.

"Shh. Just...come with me." I grinned and started walking away, feeling very excited and hot, thinking about how much fun the evening was about to get.
 
god......feeling her taut body pressed againsrt me, how many times have I dreamed of this? Even now I'm sure that this will all turn out to be a big joke - but then, the way that she kissed me - you can't fake that, can you? Or can you?
My cock is bulging unashamedly in my pants, and her scent, she smells so beautiful as she rubs up against me, my head is spinning.
just come with me............
She leads the way, slipping her hand into mine, it feels warm and soft, and I follow as if in a dream.
I'm rendered completely mute - the thought of having the delicious Kirstie Chambers all to myself is just beyond my wildest dreams. As we walk, her hand brushes up innocently against my thigh, then across my bulge, and it's all I can do to stop myself groaning aloud.
"Where are we going?" I ask, dumbly.
 
"Where are we going?"

I grinned and put a finger to my lips and glanced at him as we entered a dark hallway. I dragged him to a door at the very end of it and looked around. Carefully, I reached in my bra and pulled out a key and grinned at him. He frowned, obviously confused.

"Professor Bates gave this to me." I opened the door and led him inside, closing the door quickly behind us. His eyes got huge as he looked around. "I got it for the best fuck of his life. He told me he wanted to share the wealth."

The room was like a resort. It was huge and contained a hot tub, large, king-sized bed, a dresser, a large mirror, a small refridgerator, and a small cabinet which was locked. "Well, what do you think?" I had changed quickly while he was looking around and was now standing there in a red string bikini which barely covered my ass and breasts.

I threw a pair of orange swimming trunks at him and smiled. I laughed at his reluctance to change. "Come on, change. Don't be shy, I'm gonna see it all sooner or later!"
 
jesus now she's asking me to change............

Shyly I hold the swimming trunks against the crotch of my jeans. Kirstie laughs.

"Come on - I won't look if you like," she teases, and makes a play of covering her eyes.
Well what the hell. You only live once, and the sight of her in just a bikini.............mmmmmmmmmmmmm...........only problem is, I'm erect again. To hell with it.
Kirstie Chambers, here I come...........I drop my pants, and boxers, I know she's peeking but now i just don't care. I've got this far, and if she wants to humiliate me, that's up to her.

I hear a litle gasp from her as she sees my cock. It's pretty impressive for a dork, hard, and thick and pretty long, too.
I slip the trunks over my legs, take a deep breath, and walk over to her.
"So - it was true, then? I manage to blurt out. You really did fuck your professor?" Maybe my amazement at the opulence of his quarters has rid me of my self-consciousness, because I'm suddenly much more relaxed. "What did you do to him to get that key??" I laugh.
 
"...what did you do to him to get that key?"

"Ooh...wouldn't you like to know..." I lowered my eyelids at him, licked my lips seductively and walked over to him. I pressed a hand on his stomach and let the fingertips of the other play slightly over his crotch. I heard his breath quicken and pulled my hand away, smiling. I walked back over to the hot tub, turned the bubbles on and slid in. He just stood there, not really knowing what to do. "Well, come on. Get in, I don't bite." I paused, reconsidering this statement. "Well, I don't bite hard." I winked at him and tilted my head to the side, awaiting his next move.
 
well I don't bite hard............

suddenly the image of her soft lips closing over the head of my stiff cock, and licking, sucking, and even biting leaps into my mind, and all of a sudden I'm in a great hurry to get into that tub. I try to get in graciously, but I'm a dork, and my trailing foot catches on the rim of the bath, and suddenly I'm stumbling and half-falling in, embarrasingly, splashing about like a fool.

God it would be so nice to do something coolly just for
once..............but then I'm sitting in a bubbly hot-tub with the girl of my dreams, wearing a bikini, seeing her damp red hair falling over her shoulders, those breasts I've dreamed and fantasised and masturbated furiously about god knows how many times are pouting at me, within touching distance..........how can I possibly be cool?

I sit there, a little awkwardly.

I'm a virgin.

DO I tell her? What does she expect me to do? Oh yes, I've fantasised about what I'd like to do to her, but the reality? No experience whatsoever. I'm wondering whether to lie, but then I catch her looking at me, and I know she knows. The next thing I know, I feel her foot, delicate and soft, trailing up the unside of me calf and then on my thigh, she's still smiling at me, innocently, but her foot is moving slowlw upwards and my cock is suddenly achingly, achingly hard and I'm terrified of cumming, and before I know it I've put my hand on her leg to stop her from moving it any further and she smiles at me encouragingly, so I close my eyes and move my hand higher, onto the soft, silky flesh of her bare thigh. ohmygod jesus am i really doing this she feels amazing

"Kirstie..........." I blurt out.
She raises an eyebrow, knowlingly, her foot still wiggling upwards, despite my hand.
"Uh.......look.........I, erm, don't know how to say this but..........I really, really haven't...........had...erm.........."

I trail off, ashamed.
 
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'I knew it!' I thought to myself, but to him I only lowered my eyelids seductively and crossed the bubbling hot tub to straddle him, reaching down to softly rub his hard cock through his shorts. "That's okay. I can steer you around the curves. Besides," I whisper in his ear and kiss the sensitive spot right under his earlobe, softly sucking on that spot. "I like being first." I pull back and grin, looping my arms around his neck and pressing my body closer to his. His breath quickens and I gently tilt his head back and proceed to suck lightly on his Adam's apple.
 
ohhh god..........mmmmmmmmmmm jesus.........what is this girl doing to me
her warm soft body envelops mine, her arms slide around my neck and then she's kissing my face and neck, instinctively I slide my hands around her waist, rubbing and caressing her firm toned sides, of course my cock is beating a tattoo in my trunks and I know that all my instincts are screaming at me to slide my hands upwards and towards her bikini top, to unpeel it, to let those soft firm tits I've dreamed about so often finally spill into my hands, but I'm afraid that at the first touch I'll just explode like the virgin I am and then it'll all be over before it's even started.

She slides her body closer to mine, her thighs are pressed against my legs, and then her mouth is on mine and sudddenly we're kissing, really kissing, and her tongue is soft and warm in my mouth.
ohh my god, I'm kissing her, she's kissing me, I'm kissing Kirstie Chambers and she tastes incredible, like wild strawberries, sweet and fresh and sexy, and I clumsily slide my hand round to the back of her head and grip the back of her hair, kneading it as we kiss all hot and wet in the big hot tub.......
 
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