Innocent Anne

[Cameron]

Below is a scenerio of a truly naive girl who, I trust, with your help, many different and varied sezual experiences. From Profs hitting on her to men taking her to porn theatres to women thoroughly exploring her - and everything in between!
I only ask you tokeep in mind that Anne will maintain her innocence throughout her time here and I will narrate as we go along.





In a very small prairie town during the late sixties, eighteen year old brown eyed, brown eyed Anne Wedge was preparing herself for leaving home. She was off to college where her life would hopefully be different.
She was a good student, a sunday school teacher, a non smoking, non drinking straight girl who had had no time for boys. Anne had been raised with strict beliefs. One of these was that when things did not happen the way youhoped, look inwardly before blaming others. Anne lives her life with this motto and one other. Always try to please others.
Anne is in the process of tying up some loose ends in her home town. She must say good bye to Judy, her childhood friend who is off to take a hair dressing course. Judy was always popular but combed her short blonde hair back and wore clothes that hid her figure rather than enhanced it. Ken, her cousin, who was always telling her how pretty she was. Her mom and dad and older brother, Marvin who had a box full of Playboy magazines [Due to the size of the women's bosoms in the magazines, Anne was convinced that her small torpedo-like breasts were something to be ashamed of. Her twin brother, Ron was heading for the same college. Strangely enough, it was he that confessed to Anne that a lot of boys thought his twin sister and really sexy legs.
Who would she meet? Anne wondered as she brushed her long chestnut colored hair. She was heading over to George and Ray's home for her weakly job of tidying up. She would keep this job because she could come home every second weekend and the two old [fortyish] bachelors really appreciated her help. Anne always wore her old blue jeans which were two tight but she didnt have to worry about them getting ripped.

 

[ROS_LOMBOT]

Edward Mitchle

Edward looked at the new college with barely hidden disgust.
He took one extra long inhail before stubbing out the but under his boot.
His atire looked more like a costume rather than clothing.
Boots, Flare now slightly out of fashion jeans, Red Matalic Shirt, ans a long deep red pig skin long coat.
His black hair was unkept and long.
Everything about him said hippy, almost
His eyes had a intenisty that spoke of rage,
He ate his meat, and cared nothing of war.
He was proud of his strength, speed and his talent for basic thugery.
His image was of a hippy but his soul was more akin to a Biker Hells Angel.
A new college funded by "never there" rich parents.
The collage got a secret donation swimming pool and he was supposed to get an education.
The way he saw it, when the parents died, he would have so much money he would't have to work anyway.
College for him was just another place to get high, or laid but even this started to bore him.
He was a rebel headed for hell and he would take anyone for a ride who wanted to come.

 

[Cameron]

Anne sat in her frst English class of her first semester. She was thrilled to actually be at college, at last. However, she was nervous. Dr. Phillipa Haderer was her Professor and Anne was shocked to find that the Professor was not only in her mid thirties [ a little young, Anne thought. to be a Prof.] but also was beautiful [blonde, green eyed, 38-23-34, with long slim legs]. Her first assignment, Anne learned, would be to hand in a written interview of a classmate, then have it personally critiqued - each student with Dr Haderer and her husband, a history prof. The students were assigned partners and Anne was shocked to find that she was paired up with the guy who was sitting three seats from her. Gresy long hair, strange looking dress and nicotine coated fingers. If this was not bad enough, she had been aware of him staring at her throughout the class time. They made eye contact, Edward appeared to smirk and made no secret of the fact that he was looking at Anne's legs. Her mini skirt did reveal a lot, Anne knew, but she wore them because they were in style.

 

[ROS_LOMBOT]

EDWARD

OOC
Im planning to sofen him up later and have him discover love at some point. Eventually....

IC
He was no mystic but he knew that people could feel his eyes looking at them.

He eyed a pretty blond thing, which just oosed inocence.
She had nice legs.
She must think so as well, for her to show them off like that.
He wasn't sure which view was best, the Lady proffs tits or this girls nice legs.
He didn't care that she spotted him watching, sure she will act all affronted but she'll like it really.

Another little empty headed girl dreaming of a white wedding , a prince charming and a picket fence.

The prof seemed to notice his gaze as well.

She (the Prof) seemed a little stonger somehow than his usual fare, she smiled at him a knowing way that only an older woman can.

He knew about older women.

He knew that if you didn't fuck and tell that they bragged among thier freinds and you get a reputaion for discretion, and soon you had more pussy than you could shake your knob at.

When she paired him off with lovely legs, he almost laughed out loud, (thinking of the outrage the poor little girl must be feeling).

So she was going to interview him!
She was going to get more blatent honesty than she could handle.
He would do his best to make her blush.
Shock her into running out of the room.
He loved fucking with peoples heads.
This would be fun.
The poor little week willed thing wouldn't last 15 minuits.

Such little treats to try and take the hedinist jaded edge off his life.

Such little treats were all he had left....

 

[Cameron]

Anne

At the conclusion of the class, Anne screwed up her courage to approach this. . . this. . guy. She approached him with her books held in front of her noticing that his eyes, after following The professor out the door, unceasingly assessed her body. Never before had she wished to be smaller than 5'2". He grimmaced or smirked and said,

"well?"

"We have to get. . . together" Anne stammered.

"Yeaah, so?"

Anne felt her face flush. How she wished she could simply walk away.

"I have no class this period. Can we talk about the interview?"

Edward slouched in his chair, looked peeved and mumbled,

" Meet me at the Smith monument in ten minutes."

"But that's in the middle of nowhere, down by the river." Anne exclaimed.

"Your point being?"

Anne knew she would have to leave before the tears came. As she walked toward the classroom door, she imagined this oaf watching her and smirking. Her brown eyes were filling with tears......

 

[ROS_LOMBOT]

Edward

"well?"

IC

"well?" He asked or rather to an extent demanded.

"We have to get. . . together" Anne stammered.

"Yeaah, so?"

He saw her face flush,
'This is to easy' He thought to himself.

"I have no class this period. Can we talk about the interview?"

Edward slouched in his chair, looked peeved and mumbled,
He was almost supprised that she had not colapsed into mummbleing drivl.

" Meet me at the Smith monument in ten minutes."

An ideal choice, the isolated location will make her feel more defenseless and embarassed.
The romance of the spot will clash enough with himself to confuse her.
He was good at this, almost too good he mused.
He knew he would have been a genius in Advertiseing or Politics.

"But that's in the middle of nowhere, down by the river." Anne exclaimed.

Well obvioulsy her IQ was the standard blond fare.

"Your point being?"

As she walked off he had a good look at her legs, he was definatly a leg man.
He would take a book to read, she was almost certain not to turn up.
Then poor miss perfect would fail her assignment.
He actually liked reading, it gave him a chance to learn something. (School was dull and unchallenging)
With him this time he would read "Pride and Predjudce".

But he read it with his own particular point of veiw laughing out loud at the silly weaknesses of each charater, including the so called heroin.

He would take a wank mag as well and leave it casually on one side, but that was for Anns benifit, IF she turned up.

She was bound to think that the book was to impress and the mag was what he was really reading. Yes, people were that easy to lead and predict.

These mind games used to be so much more entertianing.

In the dark nights or early dawn when there was no pot or drink to save him, he felt fear.
When these last things loose their pleasure, he knew all that would be left is oblivion.

OOC

Will Ann save Edward from himself? Or will he take her to personal hell with him?

Will Edward be able to sexualy liberate Ann?
(We do hope so eventually!!)

It will be interesting to see how it turns out.

Stories with character depth and pace makes the sex that much more lucid.
Pitty about my spelling.

 

[Cameron]

the meeting begins

Anne fought her repulsion for Edward as she made her way accross the campus to the sight of the rendezvous. Eventually, she came to the conclusion that she had done something to offend him and resolved to try and be friendlier. After all, her mother always told her to judge herself before judging others. It was really out of the way and was not easy to traverse in three inch heels. She had decided that she would put her best foot forward on the first day of classes. To this end, along with a tight wool mini skirt and heels; she wore a silky see through blouse, white brassiere, nylons, black garter belt and white, high cut and silky panties. She had no idea why, but had stopped before making the final decent to the monument, extracted from her purse a compact mirror and made sure her long "brown" hair was nicely brushed.

Upon her arrival by the water, she spied Edward stretched out on the grass reading. She approached him, tried to smile and said,

"Hi"

Edward looked up, rolled on his back and motioned her to sit. Anne cautiously sat on the round beside him.


NOTE: I think it would behoove Edward to make some moves on this reticent but ultimately complient little girl.

My typing is worse than yours!

 

[mfucker]

OOC: I'm interested in taking up the professor's role; if you're ok with it can you just slightly elaborate on the professor's characteristics? Oh yea, I meant the lady.

 

[ROS_LOMBOT]

Edward

OOC = {Out Of Character)

Mfucker
Your welcome to join in as the proffesor when we get to that bit, there is likely to be a "Scene" here before that though. You will have to wait.

Cameron
He will make moves as she askes her questions,
(Hopefully the questions will lend themselves to answers that will lead to a sexual conversation.)
Once he see's any hint of fasination rather than revulsion to his replies he will certainly start considering that she might "Be up for it" whether the poor inocent girl is or not.

IC = (In Character)

Edward looked up from his book as he heard her say "Hi"

He had just got to the part where the sily cow in the book had quickly changed her mind radically about Mr Darcy just because she had seen the size of his mansion.

It was a confermation of all he belived about man or woman kind.
That everyone was for sale at some level, and because they loathed to admit it they make excuses and delusions for themselves.
It was a belif he would love to have someone disprove.

He placed the book down to one side and studied Ann in more detail, noting her clothes.

'Interesting' he thought 'turning up is one thing, but she has actually made an effort in her apperance as well?'
Could this slip of a girl possibally have more to her than the others he had met, in this drab world?

Mabey she had just found out he was going to be rich oneday, somehow.

'Nah!' He thought, 'at the first honest answer she will bolt and clam up,'

His smile was all teeth, but no smile came from his eyes.

He was not start going to suddenly aproove of people that quickly.

He said nothing but motioned her to sit close next to him on the tartan blanket, and looked to see how much hesitation or fear she would show to the invertaion.

At the very least he would get another great view of those smooth legs of hers out of this.

To his pleasant supprise he actually started to feel somthing akin to emotion as he waited for her responce.

 

[Cameron]

Meeting continued

OOC - mfucker - you are most welcome to join in. As you have probably ascertained, Phillipa is bi-sexual and she and her husband, Maurice have a habit of picking out a couple of first year coeds for "fun, frolic, and the challenge". Please feel free to comment at any time - Cam

IC

Anne struggled to get comfortable while sitting on the ground. She was facing Edward and was aware that despite her best efforts, the skirt she wore rose as if it had a mind of its own. Although it was not really in her make up, she tried to be perky. Noticing one of her favorite novels in Edward's hands [a book this author has not read!], she asked him about what he thought about it.
To her amazement, Edward did begin talking. She did not agree with his sarcastic and cynical analysis but at least he was speaking in an almost civil manner and this allowed her to relax a little.
Capturing the moment, Anne extracted pen and paper from her purse explaining that she wanted to record his point of view and his views would fit,as well, into the assignment.
Edward was on the verge of a sarcastic response but hesitated as Anne drew her knees toward her to form a writing surface. From Edward's slouched position he could now see the full length of the girl's lovely legs, the taught firm flesh of her upper thigh above her hose, her smooth looking panties the legs of which revealed a nice portion of Anne's hips.
Edward casually and "accidently" touched Anne's calf but she did not seem to notice as she continued to scribble notes. Her posture was most awkward and strands of her hair framed her face and rested on the front of her blouse.

 

[ROS_LOMBOT]

Edward

Although there was the standard wressle with her clothes that most women have as she sit down.

'Why' Thought Edward 'Wear imodest clothing and then atempt to be modest! Another silly human thing about women,'

But appart from that she seemed startleingly un-afraid and even 'Perky'.

She then began to ask about the book. He shouldof know it would of been one of her types favorites, for all the wrong reasons. But she seemed to listen rather than argue.

As she drew her knees up to form a lap for notes his eyes where again drawn to her legs and all the way to her panties.
(sloughching helped)

Again he made no attempt to hide his gaze.
'If you don't want to show it then don't, but if you show it then don't be offended when people look,' was his moto.

To help support his slouch he streched out a waywoard hand to brush against her calf. But she seemed for the moment at least to intent on keeping he ballence in her awkward possition to notice.

"Go on then," He said almost pleasantly "I will answer you your questions three," He knew the lit refference would be lost on her though.

She'd better be prepared for the answers though.....

And if she survived the questioning would she survive the questions....

For his questions would be sexual and challenging, and would scare her away if nothing else did.

Either that or theyd end up fucking, But she did not seem the type. Far to goody two shoes.

 

[Cameron]

OOC -- Anne is a brunette and a virgin of course.




Anne was genuinely pleased by Edward's seeming shift in character. She looked up from her paper and smiled. Her eyes caught his for a brief moment before his broke off and moved down to her legs.

"Darn it", thought Anne, "I am showing this boy an awful lot of myself but it is too late now to alter my position. I mean, I dont want to offend him or anything. . . not now!"

She did squueze her knees closer together and was forced to admit to herself that the attention Edward was payng to her legs caused her more than a few butterflies. Edward, met her eyes again and said,

"Well? The questions?"

"Sorry, where are you from? How do you know so much about English? And. . ."

Her voice trailed off when Edward rolled closer to her; utilized a bird feather which had been lying on the ground, stroking first her ankle then the well turned calf of her leg. Colour rushed to her neck and face and Anne felt something in the pit of her stomach that she had never before felt.

"And?" said Edward casually.

"Uh. . . uh, w-what do you think of organized rel- religion?"

Anne could not be cognizent of the growing puffiness of her lips and the slight glaze of her eyes but she was aware of her breast nipples stiffening and pushing desperately against the brassiere cups as well as a thickening of her clitoris and warm moisture in that region. For Edward had moved the feather to the underside of her knee and allowed it to trail along her stockinged thigh. The feather, guided by his hand, carressed Anne's bare upper leg while Edward looked straight into her brown eyes.

 

[ROS_LOMBOT]

First Moves

OOC Ill be on holiday in New York from 7th onwards for about 11 days, so we will have to put the story on hold until then.

IC
Edward picked up the feather idely for it own sake at first, before the idea of using it on Ann struck him.

She certailny wasn't tickilish and her face was getting flushed.

All the time he looked deep into her eyes and spoke in a normal straight manner.
Trying to dis-acociate her mind frm her body, Divide and Conqure.

"I know allot of things, I just refuse to do any work at college," He smiled

"As for your second question, I am against anything that lies to people. That tells people that anything a beautiful and as natural as Fucking is wrong,"
He had placed the word 'Fucking' like an explosive mine, she would not of expected that word at that point in that sentence.

He moved the feather away but kept her locked in eye contact. And moved it to stroke her cheak and the under side of her chin.
Slowely he traced it down her coller,
As she asked her next question he would move it the the higher part of her cleavege.

He knew that she would never feel somethng as light as a feather against the standard armoured pracitcal bra that she would undoubtedly be wearing.
BUT, and this was the good part.
She would IMAGINE and be CONVINCED that she could!
And what she would imagin couldnot be anything but perfect to her minds eye.

Edward patted himelf on the back once again, as the king of puppet masters in a world of puppets.

 

[Cameron]

OOC

OOC - Looks like Esward is frozen in cyber animation.

Anyone willing to work out a different scenerio?

 

[ROS_LOMBOT]

OOC Hey Im back, Did you miss me? put in your story part and I will very quickly follow.

 

[Cameron]

OOC - Sorry Ros. I suppose I was hoping for a faster paced storyline with more people playing more characters. Perhaps the scenerio is not catchy enough!

Thanks for your inputs and perhaps you can mail me [below] if you have more ideas.

[Edited by Cameron on 11-21-2000 at 12:15 PM]