Under his thumb (closed)

[Fountaine]

In campus of the University of New York, there are bound to be countless people around, given the amount of students, teachers and alumni. However, from the freshmen to seniors, there has been quite some talk of two new students in the nearby residence of the main campus - Lily and Veronica Smith. Not only were they drop-dead gorgeous, but also vastly rich due to their family's long history of international trade.

First among them, was young Lily Smith.

A young eighteen year old woman who spends most of her time socializing. That's not to say that she performs poorly in her academics - she's simply a natural in the forensic sciences. Most of her friend circle consists of boys who will stop at nothing to get into her pants. Known thoroughly for being a tease, some wonder if she's experienced at all. While at times she studies in her dorm room, most times she can be found at the local bar with friends.

Then there's Veronica Smith.

A bit older than Lily, being 22 years old, she's vastly more academic - already involved into the field of astronomy. However, she's reluctant to socialize, especially with the opposite sex, as she claims to be in a relationship with a man in Germany. She is commonly found in the library, typing away at a computer.

Little did they know, however, that both their lives were about to change...

 

[dudeonaboat]

Michael Gallagher

Everyone on campus at NYU understands the unwritten rules- academics come first, and then professional achievements, and then partying. Somewhere much further down the list you can find sex and even further from there, relationships.

Michael Gallagher gave not one single fuck about academics, or being a professional anything, or even partying. His life was ruled by one simple statement "Why not?" Life was about experiences. It was the kind of creed that led the 25 year old "senior" into all kinds of trouble, but luckily he was suave and confident, and those two characteristics covered a multitude of personal sins. He worked out, he largely stayed out of legal trouble and generally most things worked out in the end. "Why not?"

All in all, things were great, and Michael was spending his Friday evening reflecting on this fact at his favorite dive bar when a gorgeous female coed caught his eye from the door. There was no neon sign flashing "FUCK ME SENSELESS" over her head as she and her friends tried to get in, but it was pretty clear that she was down for anything. Her tight sweater clung in all the right places, and in clear cursive lettering he could read her name from his stool: "Lilly." Michael drained his beer, dropped a $20 bill on the bar for the bartender's trouble and immediately siddled up to this lost looking little girl who was trying to sneak in with a pretty poorly made fake ID.

Michael swooped in, making a sign to the bouncer who he knew well. "Excuse me Chad, I'll take care of this. Lilly is an old friend of the family. Those are fake IDs. I'll deal with her, you call the cops." Grabbing the sputtering girl by the arm, he dragged her right out the door to the sidewalk before her friends could say a thing in protest. He looked her dead in the eye and said "Just where the fuck did you think you were going?"

 

[Fountaine]

Lily was fairly confident that she could get into the bar. After all it was practically a daily routine to show a fake ID and get in. So, needless to say, she expected the same thing to occur today and was surprised by the sudden change of plans.

"Excuse me Chad, I'll take care of this. Lilly is an old friend of the family. Those are fake IDs. I'll deal with her, you call the cops."

The poor unsuspecting eighteen year old nearly cried, as her heard 'cops'. "Wait wait, what are you doing?!" she panicked as he dragged her outside by her delicate arm "I'm not doing anything wrong!"

Dragged away from her friends, she was speechless as the unknown man looked her into her eyes and said:

"Just where the fuck did you think you were going?"

The young woman responded only with:
"I just wanted to drink..."

 

[dudeonaboat]

Michael was the baddest lion on the delta. The head of the pack. He was a natural born pussy hunter and his prey was right here. It was almost too easy.

He quickly broke into a smile "Look, that Canadian fake ID thing never works at college bars, you can't be out here with those things. They're the candy cigarettes of the bar scene. No one is fooled. I basically saved you from jail, and I'll tell the bouncer to let your friends go if you come with me to have a drink. I'll buy it, and I'm legal." It was such a simple proposition, and it happened so quickly that he was sure the plan could not fail. It was not a play he had tried before, but in this instance, judging from the stark terror in Lilly's eyes, he was sure it was going to lead him to the oasis he longed to slurp from, deep within her tender thighs.

He leaned in and smiled, just a bit too close, so she could get a hint of his scent and turned on his natural Georgia accent "Trust me darling."

 

[Fountaine]

The young woman was glad, obviously, to see that no jail time was eminent. So, naturally, as he offered to get her a drink in exchange of letting her friends go, who was she to decline? As he leaned in and smiled, mere inches away from her lush lips, Lily nodded. For an instant, she thought that she caught a glimmer in his eye, though ignored any suspicions. She did, after all, have bigger fish to try.

"Okay, I'll go for a drink." she said gladly "What's your name?"

Then, after his response, they went into the bar and remembering their ideal arrangement, she waved her friends off. "Sorry guys, I'll see you later." she said, looking to Michael as he stood real close to her.

 

[dudeonaboat]

He eyed her friends hungrily before he turned and led Lilly up the street away from the bar. Any one of them could get it from him whenever she wanted, but she was clearly the choice pick of the bunch, curvy in all the right places and obviously a little more adventurous than the average NYU girl.

He walked quickly, the speed was part of the con. Michael had no plans to take her anywhere near another bar, instead he aimed straight for his loft apartment just two blocks from the bar, anxious to move his prey closer to his own territory. "So are you a student?" he asked brightly, doing his best to distract her from where they were headed.

 

[Fountaine]

As he walked, Lily tried her best to match his speed. "What's the hurry?" she asked, though Michael didn't seem to pay attention. "What a strange night" the young woman thought to herself as she hurried along, her hips swaying ever so slightly as usual. "I'm a first year student here at the university, what about you?" Lily asked back curiously. Following him, Lily began to notice his physique and attitude...there was just something about him that screamed man.

 

[dudeonaboat]

"Oh, just a freshman then?" he asked her this question in a way that practically begged her to demonstrate how grown up she could be. "I'm doing some graduate work in the English department, finishing my novel. I just got back from Europe last month so I'm getting reacquainted with the city again." It was only half untrue. He was writing a novel and he had been to Europe, but he was unlikely to ever graduate.
He stopped at a corner, feigning confusion, took 3 steps one way, 2 another, and finally turned completely around. "Sorry" he said apologetically "Still getting my bearings again."

They were moving slower now, but only Michael knew precisely where he was taking her, to his impressive loft on the 33rd floor of a high rise building, easily the nicest apartment an NYU student had ever been in with a peer.
As they approached his building he turned to her and said "I'm sorry I'm totally lost, but this is my building here with the doorman, we can go in and have a drink at the bar in my loft as compensation. I'm so incredibly sorry. I'll call you my driver when you're ready to go home again. I'm just so forgetful." His confidence was worn like a cloak, and for the first time he let it down just a bit as they walked through the open doors of the lobby and into the elevator.

 

[Fountaine]

"Your own novel? Wow, color me impressed." Lily said with a grin, glad to see that she could meet an ambitious man here in campus. Quickly however, she was confused as his pace slowly down. As he seemed lost, she consulted him "It's fine, don't worry about it and hey; a loft is better than the bar anyway." she said as they walked into the elevator from the lobby. Young Lily was a bit skeptical about this all, however; how could an English major afford all of this?

As they waited in the elevator, she could have sworn that he was checking her out. Still, it wasn't exactly an unusual occurrence for her - a young figure, with a modest C cup bust, fit stomach, perfect thighs and the most perfect plump bubble butt. Being blonde and somewhat tall (being 5'7), she was used to it all.

 

[dudeonaboat]

Michael swept her into the elevator quickly, taking the chance to touch her lower back. "I should have told you, my name is Michael, and this little place was paid for by a novel I wrote when I was just a kid. Its not much but its home." As she stepped off the elevator first he paused to examine her body. She was a knockout for such a pretty young thing, well put together for sure. His moment of admiration was broken when she turned to see why he was dawdling.

"Oh...sorry right this way. Apartment 3351 just on the corner here." He opened the door and ushered her into his loft, which was modest in the same way the Taj Mahal was just a funeral home. Furnished with clean aluminum fixtures and dark wood paneling, it was a very nice loft and many women had surrendered their panties to him here. He even kept a small collection, trophies from his conquests. Shutting the door, he stepped past her into the hallway. "Can I mix you a drink? I have a small bar here..."

 

[Fountaine]

"Can I mix you a drink? I have a small bar here..."

"Anything fruity and we're golden." she said with a grin. Now inside, she was able to admire all the high-class furniture around them. "This is much better than my dorm room." Lily said with a laugh, passing her hand through a nearby couch "Almost reminds me of home.". Glancing to the window, she admired the grand view of the 33rd floor, giving a superb perspective to the giant bustling city. "This place is so beautiful!" Lily exclaimed with a grin.

 

[dudeonaboat]

He worked quickly, mixing her a cranberry and vodka and a simple bourbon (a small taste of home) for himself. He joined her at the window, and with a hand on the small of her back, he handed her the glass. "Isn't it something? The greatest city in the world to be in on a night like tonight." He studied her closely. No fear.

"Don't drink it all at once sport, you not be quite ready for grown up drinks like that."

 

[Fountaine]

"Don't drink it all at once sport, you not be quite ready for grown up drinks like that."

With his hand on her back, she responded "Oh, dare me?" with a grin, before drinking it down in one go. Granted, Lily was far from an alcoholic but she wanted to prove to Michael that she wasn't a child. A few gulps and the deed was done. "See? No problem." she then stated triumphantly.

 

[dudeonaboat]

He kissed her. It was impulsive, not calculating but as soon as she smiled at him something cracked. It was deep and powerful and his hands were quickly on her body as they embraced. He had no plan, he had no control, he was a man and she was a woman and he kissed her, stepping away only when he began to feel lightheaded.

 

[Fountaine]

Lily was obviously shocked by the kiss, though did not exactly pull away. It had something to do with this entire scenario; a handsome stranger picking her up from a chance encounter, a beautiful apartment and a view of the city that never sleeps. She practically melted into it, before they both pulled away, now her breathing heavily from the kiss. Noticing that she dropped the glass in the heat of the moment, she picked it up, thankful that it didn't break.

"Wow um..." she said, trying to regain her thoughts "Where did that come from?"

 

[dudeonaboat]

He had the good sense to set his glass down. "It was a moment. We're two people...you didn't complain." He looked her up and down approvingly. "And I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever met in my life." He took a sip of his drink, looking away to give her a moment to react.

 

[Fountaine]

"Really?" she asked with a smile. While some may not have expected it, Lily was a woman who felt constantly in competition with her more busty sister, so as a result felt the need for attention (hence her status as a tease). That said, his comment, sincere or not, lowered the young woman's guard.

"Well um...maybe we should go sit on the couch?"

 

[dudeonaboat]

"Definitely." He led her to the couch, where the could watch the sun go down together, and where many a young lady had gone down for him, and vice versa. Her hands were soft and warm as they touched his in passing. It was incredibly arousing and Michael's cock began to tent his smooth khakis.

 

[Fountaine]

Watching the sun go down together, hand in hand, young Lily was more than content. With the corner of the eye, she was about to thank him for the evening, that is until she could see the bulge growing inside of Michael's pants. "Oh god." she thought, trying to look away until a playful idea got into her head. Teasing attitude as always.

With a smile, she wiggled a bit until she sat right on his lap. "Sorry, I just wanted to get a little closer." she said with a playful giggle.

 

[dudeonaboat]

His cock at full attention, with a tender 18 year old ass on top of it, Michael did his best not to burst out of his pants while Lilly arranged herself in his lap. Whatever inhibitions she had were vanishing, perhaps due to the alcohol or just the moment. He felt amazing and decided that this was close to a perfect time to grab and fuck a girl, but he waited instead. Patience was still a virtue, despite his life motto "Why not?"

 

[Fountaine]

Smiling, she rested the back of her head onto his strong shoulder wordlessly. She gasped, however, as she felt the tent in his shorts grow even large, poking her plump cheeks. "Oh my, what are you thinking about Michael?" she asked with a chuckle.

 

[dudeonaboat]

"Nothing at all" he breathed into her ear, enjoying the effect it had on her. He ground his cock into her ass subtly just to let her know that he was packing major wood at the moment, but also tried not to seem like a rapist with her alone in his apartment.

 

[Fountaine]

Another gasp escaped her mouth, what with her nice hot breath onto her ear. She stayed still for a second, feeling his tent poking her ass more and more. No reaction was given from her for a little bit, until she decided to play along, wiggling her backside against his cock.

"Good to know..." she responded softly, bringing Michael's hand to her stomach.

 

[dudeonaboat]

Her sweater was amazingly soft. He almost wished he were tripping on X so the effect would be enhanced, but the gentle rocking of her ass on his lap was more than enough to put him in a trance. He rub her tummy softly, thinking about how he would try to remember this moment once his cock had been inside her, and deciding that it would be nearly impossible so why bother to hold on to this moment if that next one was the real treat?

He slowly slipped his hands toward her breasts, not aided but certainly not stopped by her own hands. The globes of flesh were splendid and he touched them with care and interest. Like each was a world unto itself, in need of exploration.

 

[Fountaine]

Lily practically cooed into his hand, as it rubbed her tummy. Almost, but not quite, grinding her body against Michael's, she began to realize the extent of Michael's excitement, as his hands slipped her breasts. Feeling quite aroused herself, she did not protest as his hands continued to fondle her breasts. "That feels good Michael..." she said softly, closing her eyes to enjoy the moment even more.