Lies, Sex and Betrayal(For Pywalkit and I)

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Lies, Sex and Betrayal(For Pywakit and I)

Jake had been seeing this girl for just over a week now, a real cutie, she was meeting him here at his apartment for the first time since they started going out. He told her that he would cook and they could watch a movie, she had been a bit hesitant, but finally agreed. He hoped that it might lead to some more than just friendly petting, she was a knockout and her bod had been on his mind ever since he first layed eyes on her. The main reason he had approached her had been because a buddy of his bet him $500 that he couldn't manage to fuck her within two weeks and time was almost up.

At 21 he was a good looking guy, muscular build at 6'1", shaggy brown hair, and liquid brown eyes, he had bedded more than a few girls in his time. But this time was different he would nail this chick no matter what, his pride was on the line not to mention $500. Approaching her was easy enough, she was younger and he didn't know if she was in college or highschool for that matter. But luck had been with him she had been in the market for a college boyfriend, probably to impress her friends but that didn't matter to him cause that had made it all the easier to entice her. Hearing a knock at his door he went to open it hoping that his plans played out this evening....

(There now I just need name, age, look, what she's wearing and anything else you can think of.)
 
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Christina

Christina forced herself to take a deep breath as she parked her car in one of the visitor's spots at Jake's apartment complex. She'd only been out with him twice before, earlier in the week, and she still wasn't sure why she'd agreed to come to his house tonight. She was pretty sure he was in college, and that meant a lot. All the other girls at school were always bragging about their trysts with college guys, and Christina always felt left out. She was never that adventurous at school, and even now, at 18 and only a few months away from graduating, she was still a virgin.

She looked into her rearview mirror, trying to make sure one last time everything was in place. Her mother was Japanese, and she'd inherited a fair amount of her features; her long dark hair, her smooth, pale skin, and her small stature. Christina was only 5' 4", shorter by half a foot than her younger brother. The only two things she'd not inherited, apparently, were her eyes (which looked Asian but were abrilliant shade of green, just like her father), and her tits. For someone with such a small frame, they were surprisingly large. Embarasingly large, Christina thought, which was why she tended to wear bulky shirts and jackets to school. A straight-A high school student just didn't walk around with stripper's tits.

She took another breath, and got out of the car and walked up to Jake's apartment, after checking his address three times before wadding up the note and stuffing it back into a pocket. He'd promised to cook her dinner, and that had been the thing that had convinced her to come to his place. Now, standing on his porch, she was starting to doubt the wisdom of her choice. She barely knew him, after all. What the hell was she doing? She felt so awkward. Her clothes didn't even seem to fit; her jeans felt too tight and the green tshirt she wore under her bulky jacket felt clammy. She almost left, but stopped herself as she turned her back.

"Fuck it," she said, her cheeks blushing with the unacustomed profanity. She reached up and knocked on the door.
 
Jake opened the door to behold the vision on the other side of the door, her face had always been a thing of facination with him since he had layed eyes on her, her pale skin offset by her striking green eyes, not to mention her extra petit body trying to balance her huge breasts she was always trying to hide. She had been the subject of many a fantasy this past week, more than a few those eyes were full of tears and her mouth was screaming not smiling.

But with a large smile Jake welcomed her in, "Hey Cristina, glad you wanted to come, did you have any trouble finding the place?" He asked holding out his hands for her jacket. "Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, did you want something to drink?"
 
Christina

Christina looked around Jake's apartment, taking in everything as she stepped inside. It was much warmer inside, but she hesitated in taking off her bulky jacket just yet. Jake's appartment was actually a bit larger than she'd imagined it. As he spoke, she realized he was holding out his hands for her jacket.

"No... no trouble finding it at all. I had a friend who almost moved in here last year, actually, but she ended up moving in to another place down by the lake. Which is too bad... these appartments look really nice..." She realized she was blathering a bit, and felt her cheeks flush. She blinked rapidly, then not having anything else to say, shrugged off her jacket and handed it to him. Underneath, she wore her favorite green t-shirt, the one with the cute pink heart over her left breast where her real heart was now beating far too rapidly.

"A drink? Umm... sure!" she replied as Jake took her jacket and hung it in the hall closet. "What do you have?"
 
As she looked around she would notice the living room with just a love seat and an armchair facing a large T.V. and coffee table, then leading to the small but effecient kitchen that the smell of grilled fish floated from. There was a small hallway that lead to the bathroom, and then the two bedrooms. Taking her jacket, Jake took a quick second to appreciate how she looked not quite so covered up, before turning away and hanging her jacket in a closet. "Well I've certainly enjoyed my time here, it took a bit of fixing up to get it the way I wanted but things really came through." He said, thinking one of the best fix up him and his friends made was soundproofing his bedroom.

He headed back into the kitchen, "I"ve got beer, a few vodka coolers and a bit of rum and coke, what's your preference?
 
Christina

Christina felt a trill of excitement mixed with a flash of nervous fear. She wasn't a big drinker... in fact, she'd only drank enough alcohol so far to know that she really didn't like the taste of beer. And she was underage, of course. Of course, there was no way Jake could really know that for sure... maybe he was offering her alcohol as a way to test her? To find out if she was mature enough for him?

"Ummm... I'll take a vodka cooler, I guess. If it's no trouble." She folded her arms over her breasts, a nervous habit she'd had ever since she started to develop and became self-conscious about her tits. She smiled tentatively at Jake, then turned and looked into his living room.

"So... what's for dinner? And what movie did you want to go out to see? That new Anthony Hopkins movie looks pretty good..." She assumed his invitation to see a movie meant they were going out after dinner, of course; what else could he have meant?
 
Jake's reply wafted from the kitchen, "I made us some fried fish, steamed vegetables and a side of clam chowder, I also have ice cream if we have room for dessert, you like chocolate?" He said once again appearing at the entrance to the kitchen, now wearing ovenmitts, a white apron that had 'Incompetent Chef' emblazoned on it in red letters and carrying her drink. Walking over he handed it to her with a smile, discreetly he appreciated her nervous habit, while perhaps when she was a smaller bust size it had the effect of hiding her chest, now it only accentuated her cleavage and made them all the more noticable.

"As for the movie, I didn't know if you'd want to go out to see something or if you wanted to relax and watch something here after eating. So I rented a couple of things, they're on the coffee table see if there's anything you like, if not we can always check out the theater." He walked back towards the kitchen thinking, 'Damn, I've got to keep her here, we go out she may just head home from the theater. Maybe I could mix a few things into her next drink to make her more 'open to suggestion'. She couldn't see his smile from her angle, but it was dark and lustful.
 
Christina

"Thank you," she said as she accepted the vodka cooler. She watched as he returned to the kitchen, then raised the drink to her lips and sipped. The taste was almost shocking, and her eyes widened for an instant at the strength of the alcohol. But then, the flavor was replaced by a strangely warm aftertaste... interesting.

Christina walked over to the coffee table and sat down on the edge of the armchair. She put down her drink and picked up the three DVD cases. Two of them were innane comedies that she had no real interest in watching, but when she read the third title she couldn't help but smile.

"So... have you seen this one yet, Jake?" she asked as she held up the case: Ocean's Twelve. She'd seen the first oneand had enjoyed it quite a lot, but had missed this sequel on its theatrical run. She'd been meaning to rent it but things just kept comming up. She took another sip of the vodka as she waited for Jake to reply; she could feel the heat of the alcohol all over her face now. It was weird, and she suddenly realized she probably shouldn't be drinking stuff this strong if she was going to be driving home in a few hours.
 
Jake

Jake peeked out of the kitchen, "Huh, no not yet, I was hoping to get something that neither of us had seen but could both enjoy. Foods almost done, did you want to watch and eat or eat first?" He was glad that she had found something that meant she was more inclined to stay in, he got the food ready and brought it out to the coffee table. Then went back out to the kitchen, while there he opened her cooler and dropped in a few quickly disolving pills, they were called 'heat drops' and he knew from previous usage that they would greatly increase the users sensitivity and muddle their thought processes. As he carried out her second cooler and a beer for himself he sat on the loveseat and waited for her to join him.
 
Christina

"Ummm... why don't we eat and watch? I'm kinda hungry..." She was feeling nervous again, and didn't want to be staying out too late. As she finished off her drink, she sat back on the armchair and smiled tentatively as Jake brought out a plate of food for her. He picked up her empty and replaced it with a second bottle. She noticed how he sat on the love seat, leaving room for her to sit next to him if she chose; she chose to remain in the armchair, though.

"Thanks, Jake. It smells delicious." As he busied himself setting up the movie she began eating. It tasted better than it smelled; Jake was actually a pretty good cook. Her cheeks were burning now, and her fingers and toes tingled; probably the effects of the alchohol. She decided that the second drink would be her last, picked it up, and took a drink from it as the movie started.
 
Jake

Setting up the film took only a few seconds, Jake sat back down and began to eat, pretending to watch the film, but mostly keeping his eyes on Christina as she began to drink her drugged drink. The signs it gave when it took effect, were obvious to the trained eye, heavy breathing, the look of someone feeling too hot in their own clothes, an almost dream like stare, the moment she began to display these signs he would begin to test how she reacted to subtle suggestions.

As she complimented him on his cooking he smiled, he was proud of all his talents the good and and bad, and he liked to be praised for them. "Thank you, I don't get the chance to share a meal with others so my talents tend to stay well hidden, so you might want to keep it to yourself, they say a straight man that can cook is an endangered species." He chuckled as he said that taking up his beer for a quick drink.
 
Christina

About halfway through her meal, Christina realized that it was getting really warm in the room. She wasn't sweating though... it just felt... close, and stuffy. She shifted in the armchair, and suddenly felt dizzy for a brief moment. Wow... that was weird. She leaned back in the chair and closed her eyes for a moment, concentrating on her breathing. The dizzyness passed, but she still felt hot. She took the neckline of her shirt and fanned it, trying to cool down. It didn't work. She realized that she'd forgotten what movie they were watching too. The main actor was that guy... that guy from TV. What was his name? Damn it was hot in here! She leaned forward to get her drink and miscalculated the distance, her fingers hit the side of the bottle and tipped dangrously to the side, then back and back again, wobbling but not quite falling over.

Christina giggled, and then wondered why she was giggling. Was she drunk? She couldn't be... she'd barely had a bottle and a half. She glanced over at Jake to see if he'd noticed her almost tip over the bottle.
 
Jake

Having totally lost interest in the movie by now Jake's attention was on Christina completely, she had already reached the overheated stage, displayed by her obvious discomfort in the cool room. As she almost knocked over her drink he let a soft laugh escape him, "Unsteady already? I didn't know you were such a light drinker, sorry about the heat I don't have an air conditioner, but if you want there is a ice despenser on the fridge if you wanted to give yourself a rub down to cool off." He said with a hint of a joke to his voice so that if she wasn't as far gone as he assumed and took offence he could play it off that he was only joking.
 
Christina

Christina giggled at the concept of using an ice cube to cool down with. She covered her lips with her fingers to get control, and in a few seconds, she had it. She cleared her throat.

"Ummm... it's ok. But maybe we could open a window or something? I think I should probably not finish that drink if I'm gonna be driving home here in a couple hours or so. You can finish it if you want. I... I guess it shows that I don't drink much then?" She smiled, unsure if the heat in her cheeks was from the alcohol or embarasment. "To tell the truth... I, ummm..." She looked down at her lap, at her hands folded there. Was she just about to tell him she wasn't old enough to drink? Was still in high school? Something more?

"Nevermind. Let's watch the movie," she said in a tiny voice. She looked at the TV, but found it hard to concentrate. It seemed too bright, too colorful. She realized she was blinking way too often, but her eyes still felt dry. So did her mouth. And her fingers and toes had stopped tingling, but they felt so far away. She wiggled her fingers to assure herself they were still attached, and felt relief to see them wiggle. She kicked off her shoes and wiggled her toes too. The sight of the tips of her white socks wiggling struck her as funny, and before she knew it she was giggling again.
 
Jake

Not caring if he missed any of the movie Jake stood up and went over to the window opening it up, "There we go, but you won't get any breeze sitting over there come sit on the sofa with me." He said sitting back down, "And as for your drinking, don't worry about it, nothing wrong with being a light drinker." He said as he finished his meal taking the dishes out to the kitchen, then filling a glass of water and filled it with ice incase she decided to follow his suggestion later. This drink was clean as he didn't want her to be too wasted, no fun if she didn't have a bit of fight in her.

Coming back out of the kitchen he passed her the water. "Here so you can cool off."
 
Christina

She stood up and took the glass of water from him. As she did, the entire room seemed to wobble and sway. She gasped in surprise, and suddenly Jake was supporting her, her chest pressed against him as his arm, wrapped around her back, held her upright. He led her to the loveseat and she collapsed into it gratefully.

"Woah... Mental note... no vodka coolers before class," she said, and then giggled as she sank into the comfortable loveseat. She glanced over at Jake as he sat next to her, and sipped at her water. She pulled up her legs, tucking them under her and did her best to sink into the corner of the loveseat. She took another drink of water and the ice in the glass shifted. The next thing she knew, there was ice cold water dripping off the front of her shirt.

"Oh... oh shit! Damnit... I'm... I'm sorry, Jake. I think I might have spilled..."
 
Jake

As Jake led her to the sofa he took his time relishing the feeling of her pressed against him, but all too soon he had to let go so that she could sit down. As she did she practically dropped onto the loveseat, and he noticed that she could barely keep her drink steady, he doubted she even realized just how out of it she was, and as he seen just how close she was to dropping it he smiled as he sat down purposly juking the couch to see if he could get her to spill it. With a smile he watched as the glass tipped and washed it's contents down the front of her shirt, and at the moment he both applauded and cursed himself. Glad that her shirt was now like a second skin, but wishing he'd had the forsight to get her some cola instead of water as sticky pop would be something she would be far more interested in washing off.

"Hey, hey don't worry about it, but I have to admit I like your creative way of cooling off, besides I think my sofa needed a wash anyway. Um, not that I mind the view but did you want to change out of those soaked clothes? I got a few things in my room that might fit you, my little sister leaves things here for when she visits." It was a lie, there were womens clothing in his room but they were outfits from former conquests that had gone home wearing less than they had came wearing.
 
Christina

Christina looked at him out of the corner of her eyes, but he seemed honest enough. She shrugged.

"Sure... why not? I mean... doesn't make sense to sit here soaking wet for the rest of the movie, right?" She stood up, a little more under control now (in that she didn't immediately tip over) and a little less (in that she felt almost like someone else was doing the work of making her body stand up). She walked carefully over to the bathroom and stepped inside, closing the door most of the way.

"Just hand me in a new shirt here... I'm gonna drape this one over your shower rod to let it dry. Oh... and put the movie on pause, will ya?"

Christina peeled off the soaking tshirt, and a chill raced down her back as her flesh was exposed to the air. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and for a moment just stood there, confused. Her bra was of green lace, matching her (too wet) shirt and her eyes, and the water had made her nipples hard. Her cheeks flushed with embarasment as she remembered where she was. She stepped over to the door and stuck her arm out the gap, making a grabbing motion with her hand.

"Come on, Jake! Where's that dry shirt you promised?"
 
Jake

Pausing the movie as she had requested Jake made his way to his room, opening the drawer he refered to as his 'Trophy Case'. There were dozens of pieces of clothing from bra's to panties, shirts to skirts. Hawling out two of his favorites he went to the bathroom door, "Here you go, there wasn't as much in there as I thought, these are the only two shirts that would probably fit." He said pushing both shirts into her outstretched hand. The first was black with lace trim all along the edges, it would be tight but not too much, the major effect the shirt would show was the extremely deep neckline, one careless forward lean and her assets would be completely on display. The second was a stretch material tube top, while it covered a bit more cleavage, it was far smaller, meant for a girl with a far smaller bust that Christina.

As he went back to sit down and wait for her to return he knew that the time to make his move would be soon, he would start his advances shortly after she got back, and see just how strongly she resists.
 
Christina

Christina looked at the two shirts Jake had given her, and felt her cheeks burning. They were barely clothes at all! What kind of girl was Jake's little sister? Shaking her head, Christina looked both shirts over. Initally, she put the tube top down. It looked WAY too small, and since it was strapless, her bra straps would be totally visible and slutty looking. But that other shirt... it barely even had a front to it!

Suddenly she had an idea... Why not wear both? She smiled to herself, then giggled. Quickly, she pulled the tube top over her head and wriggled her arms through it. She tugged and pulled, and for a moment she felt she was about to rip it, but then the stretchy top slid over her nipples and snapped into place around her chest. It took her breath away a bit... it was really tight. It also kinda pushed her breasts up and together, ironically making them look even larger than normal since they now rode a bit higher up on her frame. She pushed down on top of her chest, but no luck. And now her nipples were all hard, pressing against the fabric like thumb tips. Damnit!

She shrugged, then pulled on the black lace shirt. It still hung open, but with the pale yellow tube top covering her cleavage, it wasn't that bad, and with the shirt sleeves themselves covering her bra straps... well... she almost felt presentable. Almost. Probalby not enough to go outside, but certainly enough to go watch the rest of the movie. She smiled again, then clutched at the edge of the counter for support. Why was she so dizzy? Must be the tight clothes. She turned out the light and stepped back out into the living room.

"Thanks for the shirts, Jake. I... um... I hope I'm not gonna stretch any of them out too much for your sister... Uhhh..." Feeling embarassed, she moved over and sat back down on the loveseat next to Jack. It just seemed rude to go back to the armchair, after all. She hoped he couldn't see her nipples poking out, and tugged self-consciously at the black shirt in an attempt to hide them.
 
Jake

"Hey no problem, a guy has to be nice to guests. By the way, sorry about the shirts, I didn't realize just how differently built you and my sister were." He said giving her a quick look over as the movie started up once more, he was sure her intent was to use both shirts to cover up and make herself look more conservative but the way the shirts managed to compliment each other only made her expansive chest all the more attention drawing, not to mention her nipples were now standing out against the fabric. Just the sight of her now was enough to make him need to adjust his pants.

As the movie continued he slowly crept towards her across the couch, until their knees were brushing against each other, then he slid his hand down and began to lightly caress her thigh, starting just above the knee, but slowly making his way higher, his experienced touch sending flares of pleasure thru her drugged system.
 
Christina

It was a few moments before Christina realized something funny was going on. At first, she thought the tickling sensation on her leg was just the alcohol finally settling in downstairs. But the tickling was rising, not falling. She looked down and saw Jakes hand on her thigh, his fingers carressing her through the fabric of her jeans.

For a moment, she just stared at his hand. Was he really doing that? She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. He seemed to be intent on watching the movie. She glanced back down to his hand. Still there. It did feel good, no doubt about that. She heard a relaxed sigh, and only realized after that it had come from her. Something, somewhere deep in her brain flared up, a warning perhaps, but that flare faded almost instantly.

She shifted her weight, thinking that if Jake had "accidently" been touching her, that would let him know. At the same point, she found a part of her didn't want him to stop, and even wondered what it would feel like for him to touch the bare flesh of her thigh.
 
Jake

Jake's touch wasn't hindered in the slightest by her movement, as a matter of fact he actually furthered his advances by gliding his hand up the inside of her leg, caressing her inner thigh, then giving up all pretenses that he was still watching the movie he turned and gave a light kiss on her shoulder, then began working his lips towards her neck. His other hand now also was reaching for her starting on her forearm but teased it's way up her arm obviously intent on her tits. Then he spoke, "The movie starting to bore you too?"
 
Christina

Christina froze. Everything seemed to freeze. Everything but Jake. He was certainly not accidently touching her now. His hands, in fact, seemed to be everywhere. She tried to focus on the movie, but it was impossible. He kissed her then, on the shoulder. His lips felt warm and soft on her skin, and part of her loved the feeling. She tensed, moving only her eyes for a moment.

"Ummmm... yeah, it is a little dull. Not as... not as good as the first one... umm... Jake?" She turned her head then. "What are you doing?"
 
Jake

"Like I said, the movie is boring. So I thought we could move on to something more....entertaining." He said then he returned his lips to her shoulder lightly trailing his tongue to her neck, meanwhile his left hand almost having reached the apex of her thighs now it's light teasing caresses muddleing her resistance, as his right finally fell upon her breast and began massaging it with practiced ease. "I'm so glad you came over tonight, I thought you might be right uptight about this kind of thing, but after I saw you come out of the bathroom dressed like that, I knew you had more than dinner and a movie in mind when you accepted." He said manipulating the facts so that with her mind confused with the drug she would have a hard time denying his reasoning.
 
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