Not so average after all.

JustaShell

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((OOC: I got this idea from an anime I watched a couple episodes of. Didn't seem like that bad of a concept, so why not?

Keaton was an oddball in a world of magicians. While everyone else was born with a natural ability to use magic, Keaton had to struggle just to use the most elementary of spells. He had always grown up with foster parents and he moved out of their house on his 18th birthday. What some people eventually learned was that there was some gene in his family line that skipped every other generation and bestowed a child with unimaginable power. Now to put two and two together, if Keaton was a failure at magic, the gene should have skipped him. So the woman to bear his child would be the mother of a very powerful magician. This was a very enviable prospect.

Basically the world is pretty much like ours, but a bit more magic-oriented. People can levitate things and things like that. Use your imagination!
Could use a few girls to be Keaton's pursuers. Let's try three for a limit as of now. Just post and start. First to come gets it.))
Keaton West
19 years old.
Semi-long brown hair, blue-green eyes, medium and tall build, toned but not quite muscular.
Small wire-frame glasses that rest low on his nose.

Keaton sighed as he walked down the street toward his home, twirling a dry twig as he did. He had spent the entire day looking for a job, but no-one would hire him on account of his...incompetence. He was physically capable enough and was pretty intelligent for his age, but since he wasn't like them, they wouldn't take him.
He entered his apartment, taking off his jacket and tossing it to the couch. He started toward his room, already taking his shirt off. Some rest would do him good. There was something very strange about his room and it didn't take him very long to realize it. There was a girl lying down on his bed.
 
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Elizabeth (Liz) Morrison
18 years old
short straight raven colored hair
piercing green eyes
slender frame, cute tits
short (5' 2") and petite
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Liz layed back on Keaton's bed, snuggling her head into his sheets, wondering what was taking him so damn long to get home. When she set her mind to a seduction, she was going to carry it out. She lazily flicked the light on and off, flicking her wrist in the direction. Suddenly she hear footsteps in the hall, approaching the tiny apartment. The front door clicked opened and shut quickly, followed by the sounds of someone obviously aggravated stomping towards the bedroom. He's home, she thought, tugging her corset down a bit in the front and flicking the light off one last time. Liz layed on her stomach and smiled as Keaton walked through the door, only to stumble backwards at seeing her. Her lips curled into a malicious grin, biting her bottom lip softly. She spread her hand out on his blankets and cocked her head coyly, "hey there darling, do you need this?"
 
Keaton was so shocked that he fell over onto his ass, staring at the beautiful girl right there on his bed. He was just about to blink and assume it was the light playing tricks on him...and then she talked. What's more, she called him darling? He stayed there on the ground, experiencing fear, shock, embarrassment, and arousal, all in one incredibly uncomfortable sensation in his stomach...and crotch. Finally he stood up, taking tentative steps into his bedroom and toward the bed. "Hi..." he managed to stutter. He felt like a total stranger in his own bedroom.
 
Liz sat up and extended a hand, displaying her black and silver nailed slender fingers, cocking into a "come hither" gesturing him towards her before patting the bed next to her body.
"yes hi."
she said, somewhat annoyed at first but, upon hearing her tone of voice, quickly changed it to a silky smooth tone.
"i mean, my name is Liz, and you, of course, are Keaton. you're even more attractive than they say you are. your eyes, goodness me, i'm sold on those alone".
her full lips pouted into a perfect smile, along with a few strands of hair falling into her face, making her all the more irrisistible.
 
Keaton's better judgment told him to be a little more wary, but he always had problems saying no to members of the opposite sex--particularly those as her-- so he sat down next to her, keeping a polite space between them out of nervousness. He finally managed to find his voice and looked at her. "Liz? I hope you don't mind my asking, but how do you know about me? And who are 'they'?"
 
"who doesn't know about my dear, you've got so much going for you. and "they"? why, the people around here"
liz gestures with her hand before innocently clenching her cleavage a little tighter for keaton's viewing pleasure.
"they all know of your gift, what you've got in that gene pool of your's."
liz stands up, her skirt falling just below her crotch, tight boots hugging her pale legs, and walks towards keaton's shaking frame. she stands beside him, drawing a nail lightly up his arm, enticing him to want her.
"and i'm sure you've heard of me. my mother, very well-to-do up at the university. teaches transformation and things of that sort. turns herself into anything. my father helps with the common spells board downtown. and after all, we went to junior high together. you always loved to stare then too," she added, watching keaton's eyes follow every curve of her body, back up to her lips as she talked.
 
Keaton suddenly realized that his eyes were roaming and quickly averted them to the ground. "Liz Morrison...from transmutations class? What are you talking about?"
He shifted to hide his erection and looked back at her. "A gift? You must be thinking of a different person. I don't have any sort of gift..."
Once he had stopped talking, his eyes were already tracing her body again, unable to stop the fantasies that ran through his head.
 
she giggled a bit, running her hand up the inside of keaton's thigh, moving him closer to her. "you have the greatest gift of all, the power to make women lust for you. why, they must practically throw themselves at your feet. how lucky am i to actually get to be with you?" she leaned in, whispering in his ear "to get to touch you?" she noticed him shiver under her touch, knowing how close he is to giving in to her.
 
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Keaton tried to remain calm under her touch, but he seemed to be slipping. A chill ran down his spine and he fidgeted, unsure of what to do next. "I...I don't know what you're talking about." he said, looking around for some explanation. He'd had previous encounters like this, but each time it was just an illusion cast by someone else. But illusions weren't able to touch solid objects and even Keaton's weak ability was able to sense when they were being used. "What is it that you want?" he breathed.
 
"what is it i want?" she breathed, rubbing her boot covered calf against his leg and pressing her body even closer to his. her nails ran up and down his thighs urgently, pressing her palms hard to his body, feeling him growing and shaking under her touch. "don't act like you don't know" she said, her mouth right at his ear. "i want you keaton, and i know you want me too. don't even try to deny it." she bit at his ear again, her breathing increasing, her seduction fully under way. her hand finally reached his hardening cock before letting go and falling backwards gracefully onto the bed, crossing her legs and sitting up prim and proper. "and if you don't want me, then leave me here. walk away. never know how i can make you feel." she raised her eyebrows and smiled, cocking her head to the side as she awaited his answer.
 
Keaton's mind was reeling at this point. He knew that he didn't have enough money for a scam to be worth and he hadn't done anything to Liz in the past that would make her want to trick him. Maybe she did like him after all and just had a strange--albeit effective--way of showing it.
"Hm, I guess I can risk it this one time." he thought to himself, leaning toward her and planting a kiss on her lips.
 
liz grabbed at his head, pulling him into the kiss harder, shoving her tongue into his mouth and pulling him down onto the bed with her. she wrapped a leg around his back, pulling him even tighter against the kiss, her boot digging into his hip. suddenly, she detached him from the kiss, pushing his head down, begging him silently to kiss along her pale neck, her breathing becoming heavy.
 
Keaton fell against her and began to make a trail of kisses down her neck. He moved lower, past her collarbone and took her nipple into his mouth, nipping and sucking gently.The bulge in his pants was almost unbearable as he brought his head back up and kissed her again, sucking on her tongue and reaching under her skirt to stroke her moistening panties.
 
liz was stunned at how quickly this awkward boy had changed his demanor from the nervous kid she had know from junior high to an experienced, and obviously well trained man. she tipped her head back, panting slightly as his teeth gently ran over her hardening nipple before feeling him kiss back up to her, his tongue grabbing hers, pulling it back into a passionate kiss. she pulled him fully on top of her, letting his hand slide further up her thighs, running along the thin fabric, now wet. she moaned out into his kiss, running her hands down his body, undoing his pants quickly, shoving them off his hips.
 
Keaton finally pulled back from the kiss, sliding her boots off and tossing them to the side before pulling her shirt over her head and unclipping her bra. He wasn't sure what had come over him to switch from nervous boy to seemingly experienced man, but he hoped that it was there to stay.
He kicked his pants and shoes off, leaving him in only his tented boxers and t-shirt.
 
liz ran her hands up and down his warm body, sliding his tee shirt over him, pressing her body tighter to his. her skirt rode up even higher as she moved against him, suddenly needing and wanting him at the same time. she kisses her way down his now bare chest, pulling his boxers down around his ankles and swirling her tongue in a pressured circle over the tip of his cock.
 
Keaton's cock throbbed gently as her tongue ran circles over the head. He reached down and grabbed the back of her head, gently pulling it toward him and playing with her hair. He was so hard now that it was painful and he desperately needed her touch.
 
liz continued to tease him, running her nails down the inside of this thighs, breathing hot air onto his aching cock, just letting the tip of her tongue graze over him, making his whole body shake, wanting her more by the second. she gazed up into his eyes, smiling softly, raising her eyebrows as if challenging to profess how much he wanted her now.
 
A thin film of pre-cum oozed onto the head of his cock as he groaned and pushed it against her tongue. All his sexual tension was beginning to come out and he was ready to fuck her silly. He reached down and fondled her breast lustfully, rubbing against her nipple with his thumb.

((OOC: Gah, sorry for my lack of posting. It's been hell just trying to get to the computer and I've hardly had time to check my email. And still I'm kind of fried, so my posting quality isn't as great as usual. Really sorry. > <))
 
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