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The Seduction of Laura Ch. 01

By: Mister_Bates



The notion of love at first sight is an unlikely one, but with Laura I was almost prepared to make an exception. When I first saw her in the corridor I knew I'd fall for her, and when she glanced back at me with a coy half-smile, I suspected it could be reciprocated.

Back then she was so skinny she barely troubled a third dimension, but she was pretty as a pixie. I was always attracted to small, slender brunettes, and Laura was just about the paradigm.

Unfortunately I was useless at chatting girls up, so although she was single when we met, that soon changed. She hooked up with Mark, a pleasant, reliable, intelligent but essentially dull guy (in my eyes), and I'd missed my opportunity.

The only upside of this, at least that I could see, was that a comfortable relationship meant she started to acquire curves. She would always be elfin, her breasts small enough not to demand a bra, but Laura began to look less like a girl and more like a woman. I watched with a mixture of pleasure and frustration as her bum became increasingly pert.

She began to grow her hair. Apparently Mark liked it long, untied, hanging down to her shoulders. Unsurprisingly, I didn't. Laura looked far lovelier when it was shorter and she tied it back, revealing her pretty face, her small, delicate ears, the slender bareness of her neck. But who was I to get involved?

Then we started working together. Laura moved into an office next door to mine, and began to spend most of the day with me. Sometimes she'd accompany me to the pub afterwards too. Mark was usually working late, and wasn't very interested in socializing, at least not where alcohol was concerned. This suited me fine. Laura always went home to Mark, or had him come and fetch her, but, subconsciously or otherwise, she was making me feel like she needed me.

One evening when it was just the two of us in the pub, Laura came back from the bar looking distracted. She put our drinks down on the table and looked at me slightly curiously.

'Can I ask you a question?' she asked.

'Of course,' I replied. 'What is it?'

'Do you want to live with me?'

It came like a bolt from the blue, totally unexpected. My heart started racing.

'Yes, I'd love to,' I said, feigning nonchalance, 'but won't Mark mind?'

'I haven't told him yet,' Laura responded. 'I wanted to know if you were interested first.'

I'd been renting a house with two friends, and Laura had been sharing an apartment with a girl she didn't know. My contract was coming to an end and she was looking for a change, so she proposed we cut our losses and move in together.

To reduce the costs, and perhaps not wanting to make Mark too suspicious, she suggested we try to find a couple of other people to join us. Luckily, one of my old house-mates, Chris, was also at a loose end, and he knew someone else who needed a new place to live.

The four of us moved into a terraced house the following month. Chris's friend, Alistair, seemed a nice guy, but kept himself to himself. We rarely saw him more than three times in a week. Meanwhile, Chris's girlfriend lived a couple of streets away, so he was always flitting between her place and ours.

To begin with, Laura was fairly elusive too. Mark almost never came round, so she'd spend plenty of evenings round at his, but gradually she began making excuses and staying put. She'd appear at my bedroom door, wondering what music I was listening to, or join me on the sofa when I was watching TV, or hang around me in the kitchen whilst I cooked. It was as if Laura knew she'd made the wrong choice, but that she'd rather torment herself (and me) than tell Mark what she really thought.

This went on for months, her relationship with Mark appearing stable to most people, but seemingly in stasis to me. They were like a long-married couple, obliged to be together but showing little outward sign of love. Perhaps it was different when it was just the two of them together, but whenever they socialized together in a group, the signals they gave off had an awkwardness about them. It didn't help that Laura and I were getting on like a house on fire.

I knew, however, that she was never going to take this any further. She just wasn't that kind of girl. If we were ever going to be more than just friends, I had to be the instigator. If I was wrong about her, if it back-fired, I might lose her altogether, but I had to take the chance.

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Late one evening, getting back after dinner in town, I heard Laura on the phone in her room. I hadn't seen her in a couple of days and was hoping she'd be in. Taking my coat off in the hall, I couldn't help but listen in.

'No,' I heard her say. 'I'm not coming round now. It's late and I'm tired. I just want to stay here.'

There was a pause, then she spoke again.

'No, it's not because he's here,' she said, slightly angrily. 'I've told you, I'm tired and I just want to stay at home.'

Another pause, slightly longer this time.

'Well, whatever,' she said decisively, and put the phone down.

Opening her bedroom door, Laura walked into the front room. I turned to look at her and was transfixed. She'd got a new haircut, cropped short and straight to the nape of her neck, and was wearing a tight-fitting pink jumper with a plunging neckline that revealed a lacy white cotton top beneath. Even better, she had on her arse-hugging light blue jeans. She looked stunning.

'Wow.' I said, trying not to appear too dazzled. 'You look great.'

'Thanks,' she smiled, and wandered past me into the kitchen. 'I don't feel especially great.'

Alistair was up, sorting out his stuff for a conference trip the next day, but he soon retired to bed.

I wandered into the kitchen. Laura was moving dishes from the draining board to the cupboards as though in a dream.

'Are you ok?' I asked.

'I guess so,' she replied. 'Mark wanted me to go round to his, but I can't be bothered tonight.'

She turned to face me with a puzzled look. 'Am I being unfair?'

'Perhaps.' I said. 'I'm not really sure I'm the man to ask.'

She leant forward and pressed her forehead against my chest. 'Aargh!' she complained. 'Why do things have to be so complicated?'

I put my arm round her and led her back into the front room. We sat down on the sofa together, Laura leaning her head against me as I kept my arm around her shoulder. Nothing much was on TV, but that was just fine. We sat there watching nothing.

After a few minutes Laura moved, turning to lie on her side, and placed her feet in my lap. I was already beginning to get aroused just by having her sitting with me, but the proximity of her feet to my groin moved it up a notch. I began stroking her, exploring the shape of her toes, her ankles, her heels, then moving my hand up under the bottom of her jeans to feel the beginning of her bare legs beneath.

She made no effort to stop me, so I carried on, but I didn't try to push my luck. But then Laura shifted deliberately forward on the sofa, creating a space behind her, and looked up at me. She didn't say anything, as if the decision would be entirely mine, but it was clear what she wanted me to do.

I lifted her feet from my leg and slid into the space, moving into the spoons position and my groin was suddenly pressing against Laura's lovely little bum. My erection pressed hard against her, and I was about to say something when Laura shifted her hips. The blatant shape of my straining cock slipped easily into the cleft of her jeans-clad ass, and she held herself there, only our clothes serving as an obstacle.

A strange Bollywood film was on, with an ugly man trying to become a famous singer-actor, and this became the backdrop to an increase in my adventurousness.

'Stop that,' Laura whispered, as I began gently grinding myself against her, but she didn't move. In fact she only pressed her ass back into me more firmly.

We stayed as we were for some time, pushing against each other as tightly as possible, but still paying attention to the weird Indian movie. Eventually, though, all the stroking, caressing, kissing and hand-clasping took over and the television became an irrelevance.

Now we were facing one another, saying little, smiling a lot, planting kisses over each other's faces, running fingers up and down each other's arms, legs and back, through each other's hair.

'You shouldn't kiss me,' she said, but I ignored her.

I was being assertive, because I knew she wouldn't take the lead. Laura refused to kiss me properly or to let her hands wander too much or to let me take off any of her clothes. She seemed convinced that as long as that didn't happen, we'd be able to carry on as normal, but I knew she couldn't deny indefinitely what her body wanted her to do. I began very, very slowly pressing my groin into hers, and she grabbed me harder and started to breathe more heavily.

She closed her eyes, bit her bottom lip, moaned softly into my neck.

'You can't,' she whispered. 'You can't.' But she made no effort to move away, or stop me.

I carried on, gently, but with more pronounced movement. pushing myself harder between her legs. I increased my rhythm, and Laura's breaths became shorter, faster, heavier. She began to gasp. This was music to my ears, but perhaps too much so. I was so aroused, I was struggling to hold on.

Not wanting to cross the point of no return, I slowed down again. As I did so, I reached round to stroke the small of her back, pushing my hand underneath her top to find her flesh beneath. Laura twitched involuntarily as I touched her skin.

Sensing she was giving in to her feelings, rather than following the rational, faithfulness of her brain, I changed direction, and slipped my fingers slowly under the top of her jeans. A moment later I found the hem of her knickers and started edging myself down onto her bare arse underneath.

As if an electric charge had surged through her, Laura leapt up from the sofa and ran to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. For a moment I lay there, and then I remembered there was no lock on the downstairs bathroom door. I got up and followed her.

Standing by the door, I listened for her. Laura's breaths, short, sharp, surpressed, came through faintly. A slight gasp was enough. Knowing why she'd fled, knowing what she was doing without me, I forced the door open.

'No!' Laura exclaimed as I burst in on her. "Get out!" she begged, "Please!" but she didn't stop. It seemed she was powerless to push me away. Her jeans and panties lay bundled at her feet as she sat on the open toilet, her legs spread widely, her back against the cistern, her left hand underneath her top, her right between her legs.

I leant forward to kiss her, forcing my mouth against hers, and Laura responded hungrily, her tongue finding mine. Her left hand reached round my head, pulling me further towards her. I forced my left hand down between her back and the cistern till I was touching the soft flesh of her butt cheeks. Laura shifted herself forward slightly to allow me better access, and I pushed my hand down into the crack of her sweet little ass until I found her asshole.

At the same time, I moved my right hand down between her legs till I felt my fingers against her arm. Grabbing her, moving my hand onto her wrist, over the back of her hand, then down, I searched for her fingers and found them, entangling mine with hers to feel the coarseness of her pubic hair between, then the wondrous hardness of her clit, and finally the warm, slick heat of her pussy.

Moving as Laura moved, feeling the rhythm of her hips as she rocked gently against my hand, pressing into me, I pushed one finger inside her tight, delicious twat, and then a second, twisting my fingers to explore as much of her as I could.

With my left hand fingering her ass, and my right exploring her cunt, Laura began moaning into my mouth, her eyes shut, her head falling back in ecstasy, and I waited for the moment I'd dreamed of for months. I waited for her to cum.

Still fighting, Laura held on another minute or two, her breathing hard and suppressed as her brain tried one final time to resist what every other inch of her naked body was yearning for. And then she buckled.

Her back arched, her legs straightened, and the tension of her resistance lifted her off the toilet seat. I felt Laura's orgasm hit her uncontrollably, the waves of unrestrained desire surging through her.

As she thrust her pussy into my hand, I pushed back hard against her, feeling each contraction of her pussy tight against my fingers. Her moans were lost in our kiss as she came like no girl I'd ever known before. The power of her orgasm was almost enough to trigger my own, but I somehow held on.

One way or another, I would be cumming soon enough.

The Seduction of Laura Ch. 02



It was some undefined time in the early hours, and I felt like I was in a dream. I was kneeling down on the bathroom floor, my beautiful housemate Laura sitting on the toilet next to me, her jeans and panties in a heap on the floor, her slim, bare legs stretched out, and my fingers inside the deliciously tight slickness of her still-twitching cunt.

Laura may have had her long-term boyfriend, but I'd known she wanted me from the moment we met. I knew I could persuade her to go with lust over loyalty, and tonight my persistence had paid off. A line had been crossed, one which could never be undrawn.

But making Laura cum could only be the beginning. If this was to be a one-off, I would make sure it was the best one-off possible. If she was to wake up tomorrow and decide it was all a mistake, I'd better have something to remember.

I looked down at her, her gorgeous eyes still closed, and moved my gaze slowly across her prostrate body. Her small breasts still covered, her top riding up over her ribcage, the smoothness of her stomach, her navel, the delicate film of hair running down the swell of her belly, the first dark curls of her pussy, then the tangled brown tufts, damp with sweat and sex, and finally my hand on her cunt, in her cunt.

I tried to memorize the feeling of my fingers inside her, to commit to memory the interior of Laura's cunt, the soft folds of her pussy lips, the delicate proudness of her clit, the roughness of her pubic hair against my hand.

I smiled at the thought of what I'd just done to her, how I'd broken down her resistance, her reluctance, and seduced her till she could fight no longer. And when Laura gave in to what she wanted, when she let me inside her so readily, I knew I couldn't stop there.

As her breathing began to slow, and her stretched-out legs relaxed again, Laura looked up at me. Before she said anything I leaned forward and kissed her again, and she kissed me back, unquestioningly, almost obediently.

As our tongues briefly entwined, I slowly eased my fingers from her slick cunt. I felt Laura moan quietly into my mouth as I did this, and then I broke our embrace. With my hand under her ass, and my other arm beneath her knees, I lifted her up off the toilet seat.

Laura wrapped an arm around my shoulders and, leaving her panties and jeans behind, I carried her bare-legged back through the kitchen and the sitting room and into her bedroom. She looked up at me as we moved, and I leant down to kiss her again. Laura half-smiled, and closed her eyes again.

I walked over to her bed, and laid her down gently on the sheets. Laura turned on her side, away from me, but I moved to sit beside her. Her cute little arse was there before me, her bare legs, and I began softly running my fingers up and down the backs of her legs, stroking her thin, taut thighs, exploring the contours of her naked bum.

I half-expected Laura to move my hand away, to tell me that that was enough, but she said nothing. Instead, we stayed as we were, Laura facing away from me, and me stroking her. She just lay there on her side, her legs naked, her top half still fully clothed.

I stopped pretending to be interested in every inch of her, and turned my attention solely to her ass, running my fingers up and down her crack, down to the junction of her legs, then back up to her waist, slowly, again and again. I paused now and again to feel the soft swell of her ass cheeks cupped in my hand, remembering her.

And I waited.

I don't know how long I did this for - time hardly mattered - but finally, Laura stirred. Stretching out and straightening her right leg, she twisted round to look at me.

"You shouldn't be here," she whispered, reaching across languidly to stroke my arm.

"I know," I replied. "But I'm not going anywhere. Not now."

"What if I said you had to go?" Laura said, looking uncertainly at me.

"I'd ignore you," I said.

"Oh would you?" she smiled. "And what if I ordered you?"

"I'd still ignore you," I smiled back. "Going isn't an option. I'm staying with you, especially like this."

I placed my hand on her stomach, and stroked her naked skin again, pushing my fingers under the hem of her top.

Laura didn't say anything, but just smiled back at me. Then she took a deep breath, as if to steel herself.

"This isn't right," she said. "I've got a boyfriend. You can't be here."

"You're probably right," I replied. "But I'm not going anywhere. Not with you like this."

Laura stared it me for a moment.

"It's not fair," she muttered.

"What isn't?" I asked.

"You," she said. "Me. Us. It isn't fair that I have to choose between you and Mark."

It was the first time she'd spoken his name all evening, and I felt a brief pang of guilt. I didn't much care for Mark, but neither did I hate him. It just happened that I wanted his girlfriend.

I looked at Laura, and then I leaned forward, grabbing her arm firmly, and kissed her, slowly, and deeply, and lingeringly. She wasn't going to get a choice tonight.

Laura closed her eyes again, and unresistingly let me kiss her. I moved my right hand onto her left hip, holding her there, keeping her from turning away again. 

Seeming to understand, Laura twisted further round on the bed, shifting her hips to face me as we kissed. It was subtle, incremental, but another line had been crossed, as though she was ready to go along with whatever happened next.

I broke our embrace and Laura re-opened her eyes. Fixing her gaze, I forced my hands under her pink sweater and her white cotton top, lifting them over her head as she raised her hands obediently. I cast them onto the floor beside the bed.

Turning back to Laura, I just sat there for a moment, smiling, admiring her as she waited before me in bare-armed, bare-legged beauty.

Laura half-smiled back, waiting for me to move. I was in control, and still fully clothed, whilst she was wearing only her bra. It was a simple, black, lace-trimmed thing, but the loveliness of her part-revealed tits was what really mattered. Small, as I'd always known, but right now the most beautiful imaginable.

I leant forward to kiss her again, moving one hand from her waist, across her smooth, skinny stomach, up over her ribcage, memorizing the feel of her skin against my fingers. Gazing into her eyes, pressing my mouth against hers, I moved my hand gently across her chest and up onto her bra.

Laura exhaled, and closed her eyes, and I thrilled to feel her nipples hard through the lacy fabric. Forcing my hands underneath her, I lifted her up off the bed slightly, just far enough to get to the clasp of her bra and unfasten it, slip it from her arms and toss it aside with the rest of her clothes.

Finally, Laura was naked.

"You're so pretty," I whispered, as I stroked her face, her petite body stretched out on the bed beside me. "The most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

"Shut up," she grinned, reaching up to run her fingers through my hair. "You're talking rubbish."

"Maybe I am," I said, "but I've dreamed about you like this so many times. Ever since I first saw you."

"The feeling's mutual," Laura said, and then she paused, another pang of guilt suddenly hitting her. "But you really shouldn't be here," she sighed. "Not like this."

"You're right," I replied, and stepped back off the bed.

Quickly, whilst Laura watched me, and before she could say anything else, I stripped off down to my underwear, then moved back in next to her on the sheets.

"And I definitely shouldn't be doing this," I said, shifting down the bed.

"No...," Laura began, but before she could say anything else, I pushed her legs apart and moved my head down between her thighs. Her brief complaint became a moan of pleasure, her principled dissent over-ruled by simple desire.

With my face millimetres from Laura's pussy, I paused, inhaling, taking her in, then breathing out, listening to her sighing with pleasure and frustration. Finally, I had my face between her legs. Finally I was seeing her in all her glory, and Laura's cunt was as beautiful as the girl herself.

She writhed, thrusting herself towards me, her little ass wriggling on the bed, her hips pushing up, her legs spreading wider. As I wanted, Laura was offering herself to me, and she began to cum again almost as soon as I pushed my tongue inside her cunt. She was wet already, and circling her tight asshole with my thumb, then kneading her clit with my forefinger, I insinuated two more fingers inside her.

Laura grabbed the back of my head, pulling me against her as she thrust her groin into my face, and, biting her lip to suppress a scream, she came with a sudden wildness I hadn't imagined she was capable of.

Thrashing and groaning, she wrapped her legs around me, enveloping me tightly as wave after wave of orgasm swept through her skinny body. I hardly had to do anything; simply enjoy the feeling of making another man's girlfriend cum so hard.

Finally, Laura began to slow down, and I assumed she would pause like she had done in the bathroom; that she would catch her breath before doing anything else. But she barely stopped, and instead kicked out from underneath me, pushing me onto my back with a new-found force.

I was rock hard already, but her aggression only made me more so. Laura jumped on top, straddling me, and wrenched my boxer shorts down, freeing my cock. Then she shifted forward, positioning her cunt onto the middle of my shaft, and began grinding herself over my shaft.

Her pussy juices mixed with my pre-cum, and soon Laura was sliding slickly back and forth. Such was the slipperiness of her cunt, I could feel my cock being enveloped by her parting lips each time she moved. I was inside her without being inside her.

Laura's movements got faster, her hip-grinding increasing in rhythm as I held onto her waist, her delicious cunt sliding up and down over my shaft with increasing speed.

I waited for her desire to overwhelm her, but though she was now rocking rapidly back and forth, her head thrown back, her eyes closed, Laura never made the move to take my cock inside her. It was as if that would finally make her unfaithful to Mark, as if somehow it would be ok if I didn't actually fuck her. I realised this just as suddenly as I realised I was going to come.

I held my moment, waiting that little bit longer, hoping she'd lose herself completely. As she gasped harder and harder, higher and higher, I knew my moment was imminent. It was just about timing.

In my head, I began counting down the number of times Laura's hips would grind against me before I buried my cock in her cunt.

Five more.

I placed my hands on the sides of Laura's thighs and held her as she moved.

Four more.

I watched her tiny tits tremble as she slid herself over me.

Three more.

I moved my hands round further to clasp the soft curves of her ass.

Two more.

I felt Laura press her clit hard against the head of my shaft as she ground herself even more firmly against me.

One more.

As if she knew how close I was to cumming, Laura almost stopped, and then ground herself painfully slowly over me. Thrusting against me, tormenting me, she threw her head back and closed her eyes.

I held on desperately till her pussy inched its way to the head of my cock, then in a single move I wrapped my arms around Laura's waist, grabbed her ass, held her in place, and sat up, driving my shaft up fully inside her.

"Oh!" she exhaled as I finally penetrated her. "Oh, God, yes! Oh, fill me! Fill me!"

And grabbing her ass even more tightly, I gladly fulfilled Laura's demand, cumming hard, and fast, and gloriously inside her wonderful cunt. Lost in her need, Laura pushed herself hard down upon me, demanding me, and with thrust after thrust I pumped my semen deep into her belly.

"Oh God!" she screamed. "Oh, you bastard! You absolute fucking bastard!"

I knew then, that whether she'd wanted to or not, Laura had cum again. 

Right then though, I was thinking only of myself. For months, all I'd wanted to do was to break down Laura's resistance, to wear away at her will until she couldn't hold out any longer.

I wanted her like nothing I'd ever wanted before. I knew she wanted me too, and that only made it harder. I simply had to undress her, to have her naked before me, to touch her and taste her and finally fuck her. And now I'd done it.

As my orgasm began to subside and the waves of pleasure receded, I wondered if I'd gone too far. Had I fucked her once, but now lost her forever? Laura slumped forward against me, her arms wrapped round me, her head pressed against my chest, and I looked down at her.

"Are you ok?" I asked, but she didn't respond. She just carried on panting, her heart pounding madly against me.

"Laura?" I asked again. "Are you ok?"

"Mmm," she mumbled, and lifted her head to look up at me. She looked slightly dazed, but she was smiling.

"No, you bastard, I'm not." she grinned, eventually. "I've never cum three times in one night before."

And then she pushed me backwards on the bed, returning her head to rest against my chest.

"Jane was right," she said, after we'd lain there for a while.

Jane was a mutual friend, a girl who looked like butter wouldn't melt, but who transformed under the influence of alcohol. She and Laura often talked conspiratorially when we were all out drinking.

"How do you mean?" I asked.

"Jane told me you'd be good in bed," Laura continued. "She said that you could dance, and that no guy who could dance would be bad in bed."

I said nothing. Jane was just guessing, but I was hardly going to argue. I just smiled to myself, and reached down to squeeze Laura's lovely ass again, to remind myself I was really there.

A moment later, as if absolute confirmation, I felt my cum begin seeping from her cunt.

"Oh dear," Laura said, sitting up suddenly, and my half-flaccid cock slid out from inside her. "Look what you've done to me."

Laura moved to get up and leave the room, but I grabbed her arm to stop her.

"What are you doing?" she complained, but I held on.

For a moment I said nothing. I just watched my cum oozing from Laura, dripping onto the bed, sliding down the inside of her leg, watched her looking at me in puzzlement and displeasure. Finally I spoke.

"I'm just doing as you said," I grinned. "Looking at what I've done to you."

"Oh, very nice," Laura replied. "Well I hope you're proud of yourself," she said, but only half-seriously.

I was. I was also wondering what Mark would make of it, if he knew, but I decided not to say anything. I just smiled again.

"OK," I said. "You can go. For now."

And I was still smiling as I watched Laura's pert form as she padded over to her wardrobe, slipped into a dressing gown and crept off to the bathroom.