0 comments/ 194664 views/ 8 favorites Whatever It Takes By: Ellisyn "Happy Birthday Mom." Tanya Sharp smiled almost sadly from the thirty-fourth floor of the office building where she worked. She was on the phone with her oldest daughter, Courtney, who was in California with her father. "Thank you honey…I miss you." Tanya tilted the picture of her children toward her, missing them with all her heart. It was summer and the threesome were far away, with Dale, her ex-husband for the entire month. "I miss you too Mom. How does it feel to be forty?" Tanya groaned. "Don't remind me." Courtney laughed, the clear bell-like sound carrying over the miles to warm her mother's heart. "Oh don't have a cow Mom, you know you look thirty." Tanya smiled, not believing it but loving the compliment anyway. "Are you having fun?" She asked tilting back in her chair. "Yeah, pretty much. Ryan and Laura are already asleep." Tanya chuckled. "Well give them hugs for me and I'll see you in three weeks." It sounded like an impossibly long time to Tanya and her heart ached to be with the children she loved. "All right Mom, I'll see you. Don't work too hard." They hung up and Tanya stayed in her seat a moment before swinging the chair forward and standing up to collect her jacket and purse. As she headed out into the chill Chicago night, Tanya shivered and wished they would hurry up and get her car fixed. She had been walking too and from work for the past three days and while it wasn't a long walk, it was cold, dark, and sometimes creepy. Especially when she cut through a back ally to reach her apartment. She had walked no more than ten feet into the ally when a sound behind her made her spin around. Her heart raced at what she saw. Four tall, lean black boys had followed her in. Swallowing thickly she hoisted the purse farther up on her shoulder and held it to her body, staying very still as they approached. "Can I help you?" She asked in what she hoped to be a fearless voice. "Sure can." One of the boys said with a smile. "Give us your purse and all your jewelry." Tanya's heart pounded. She scanned the boys for a weapon but they didn't appear to be armed. "I'd rather not." She said stiffly. The boy's smile quickly turned to a frown and he reached out and gave her shoulder-length auburn hair a firm yank. Tanya gasped reaching up to free her hair and he closed his other hand around her throat. "Don't make me hurt you." He hissed. "Okay, okay," Tanya nearly wept. "Just please don't hurt me, I have three children." He let her go and Tanya quickly handed over her purse. She took off the gold chain around her neck and removed the diamond studs from her ears and quickly handed them over too into his waiting hand. "That's it?" He asked rifling through her purse, tossing her things onto the ground till he came to her wallet. He pulled out the forty-seven dollars in cash and dropped the wallet on the ground too. "That's all." She told him honestly. He swiftly narrowed his eyes at her. "Take off your gloves." He demanded. Tanya swallowed and removed the gloves. "Thought you said you had kids." He growled staring at her bare hands. "I do…but I'm divorced." Remembering her watch she took that off too and handed it to him. It was just a cheapie Wal-Mart watch but she didn't want him to accuse her of holding anything back. "I think we deserve a little more than fifty bucks for all of our trouble, don't you boys?" He looked at the other three who all grinned and nodded. "But I told you I don't have anything else!" She cried. He pawed through her discarded wallet again and produced her ATM card. "What's your pin?" He asked her. "You lie, you die bitch because you're staying right here till one of my boys comes back with the cash." Tanya swallowed. "I've only got sixty dollars in the bank." She told him. "You can look in my checkbook if you want, it's the truth." He advanced on her with glaring eyes. "What's your fucking pin?" Tanya took an involuntary step backward. "Seven, five, nine, two." She told him. The boy handed over the card to one of the others who took off with it and then turned back to her. "You're a poor bitch, huh? Like I said, not even worth the trouble, so let's make a deal." Tanya now felt the cold brick wall against her back as he pushed her against it, fear pulsing through her veins. "You suck my dick, you live, you bite, you die, you refuse, and we'll just fuck your pussy instead." Tanya's eyes filled with tears. "Oh no, please…" He grabbed her chin and pushed her head back against the wall. "What's it going to be bitch?" Tanya suddenly lashed out, striking him and ran like hell. She was caught in seconds and knocked to the ground and felt their considerable weight on her spine. With all her might she let out a bloodcurdling scream. One of them cursed and yanked off his stocking cap, shoving it in her mouth. It tasted terrible like hair grease and sweat. "I guess that's a refusal." He growled holding his ribs. In seconds they were on her, ripping her clothes from her body, hurling the jacket aside and tearing off her blouse and bra. She struggled but to no avail. They pinned her hands behind her back and wrenched off her panties, hose, and shoes in one sweep. She wore only her black linen skirt now and felt violated and freezing with her bare belly and breasts to the pavement. They wrenched her skirt cruelly up her body so it was a ring around her waist and she gasped in pain and surprise when one of them shoved his fingers into her cunt. "Shit this bitch is tight." He said laughing. "That blow to the ribs is going to cost you." The first one said darkly. "Ever been fucked up the asshole bitch?" Tanya had tears pouring down her cheeks and felt mortified. He positioned himself behind her and spread her ass cheeks rubbing the head of his engorged cock against her rectum. Tanya screamed through the stocking cap for help but it was very muffled, then her scream turned into one of animalistic pain as he sank his cock into her ass. Judging by how it felt he must have been huge, his cock knifing into her anus like a screwdriver was being slammed in by a sledgehammer. Tanya wept and thrashed scraping her cheek on the harsh pavement. The boy continued to rape her ass while the others cheered him on. Tanya had never felt such pain or violation in her life, her chin bumped crudely into the pavement as he pummeled her ass with his cock until finally he trembled and came inside of her. He pulled out of her and Tanya wept, trying to work the stocking cap from her mouth. In a moment another boy was on her while the first recovered and worked his cock against her cunt. She was too dry and tight however and he cursed forgoing gentleness and started tearing into her with painful friction and force. Once his cock was buried deep inside her he began fucking like steam engine, never once slowing in his pace until her body moistened in protection against the damage he was causing. Now wet he moved only faster, gripping her hips as he fucked her, holding her hands against her back so hard it hurt. While she was being raped the third boy pulled his cock from his jeans and positioned himself in front of the other boy, pressing his shaft against her anus. Tanya bucked wildly to knock him off of her driving her hips back and meeting the thrusts of the boy who was raping her. He moaned and picked up the pace while the other boy hit the pavement with an oath. "Bitch!" He swore wildly. Tanya felt alarmed to feel herself growing aroused by the cock invading her pussy. She struggled trying to knock the boy off of her but only succeeded in increasing his pleasure. He groaned filling her full of his cum and Tanya was filled with panic. She wasn't sleeping with anyone…not for a long time and so she wasn't on any birth control. What if she got pregnant? She didn't have much time to dwell on it because before she could the third boy was flipping her onto her stomach. "I want to see your face cunt." He whispered cruelly. "I want to see you cry while I'm fucking you." Those words spoken he sank his cock into her cunt and grabbed her flailing hands, pinning them against her belly. He fucked her long and hard until he came at last. Eventually the fourth boy returned with her cash and ATM card and he too had his fun. This went on for hours with them abusing her every orifice, shoving their fat cocks into her mouth and ass and cunt until she no longer cared what they did if it would only come to an end. She sucked cock like a woman possessed, fucked like a prostitute, begged for their cocks, all to put an end to it. And finally, near morning, they left her unconscious lying in the ally till she was discovered and sent to the hospital in a wailing ambulance. They gave her drugs to prevent pregnancy and she got out of the hospital just in time to see her children home. She never told them about what happened to her. She never told anyone, and after that, she never walked to work again. Whatever It Takes? It was a classic 'eyes meeting across a crowed room' moment when I met Penny. It was a Thursday night and I was at a corporate function where the firm I worked for were trying to drum up new business. Penny represented one of the companies that had received an invite. I had noticed her as soon as she walked in; elegantly dressed she looked beautiful, with her dress giving the occasional hint of a stunning figure, but without being too obvious. Someone like her was way out of my league. I did my best not to stare, but I couldn't help myself and sure enough she caught my eye. When she smiled back I felt myself blushing deeply, then I gave a small look over my shoulder, just to check that Penny hadn't been smiling at someone else! I was flustered. Gorgeous women like Penny didn't normally smile across crowded rooms at me. As she made her way towards me, I began to panic slightly and to pray that I didn't make a complete fool of myself. Let me introduce myself; I'm Daniel and I'm the antithesis of the traditional tall, dark and handsome. I am, in fact, short, say 5'6", which is about the same height as Penny I realized as she stood next to me, slightly taller than me because of her high heels. To complete the image I have mousey, light brown hair, worn quite long, and my features are embarrassingly delicate, rather than handsome or rugged. She spoke. She had a very sexy voice. "Hi I'm Penny." The small talk was excruciatingly painful at first. When confronted by a beautiful woman like Penny, I find it hard to say anything witty or amusing. In fact I find it hard to say anything at all sometimes! However Penny made me feel almost at ease and to my amazement, after about half an hour of small talk, she suggested that we left the function. Soon we were in a cab, heading for Penny's apartment. What happened next was so far beyond my wildest dreams as to leave me in a daze. Once in the flat we began kissing and it seemed to me as if Penny couldn't wait to get me undressed. As her hands roamed across my body I had to use all my willpower not to shoot my cum too soon. Swiftly moving into her bedroom we stripped. Penny gave me a look like a lioness about to pounce on an antelope and then pushed me on the bed and sat astride me. She proceeded to give me the ride of my life and it was only a few moments before I climaxed. Penny hadn't, but this didn't bother her. She simply moved up my body and lowered her pussy, dripping wet from the mixture of her juices and my cum, onto my face. This was another first for me. I had never licked a pussy dripping my own cum before. Well to be strictly honest, although I didn't admit this to Penny, I had never licked anything more exciting than an ice cream. I did my best despite the strange taste. Eventually with a lot of assistance from Penny in the form of gentle guidance and her using a small vibrator on her clit, she climaxed noisily. Tired from our exertions we soon fell soundly asleep. I awoke the next day, Friday, and, hearing Penny moving about, realized that it hadn't all been a dream. I peered round bleary-eyed, aware my need for a wash, to get dressed and go to work. Penny was standing by the bed, giggling and wearing my boxer shorts. "Hey! What am I gonna wear?" I protested sleepily. "These!" Penny replied chucking me her own silky knickers. I looked at the knickers. They were made of a silky red material, with panels of lace. Penny had looked stunning in them and the thought of wearing them sent unexpected butterflies loose in my tummy. I didn't want to seem unsophisticated or naïve so I got out of bed and put them on. The silky material snugly caressed my bottom and my cock; Penny rewarded my bravery with a stroke of my bum. 'There's just one snag, Penny,' I stammered, 'I haven't got time to go home to change before work...' my sentence tailed off. 'So you're going to have to wear my silk knickers all day.' Penny finished off my sentence for me. 'And when I meet you for a drink after work, you'd better still be wearing them!' I set off for work, wearing the knickers under my trousers. No-one commented on my slightly scruffy appearance or the fact that I was wearing the same shirt and tie as the day before. Also my departure from the function with Penny had gone unnoticed. To my relief there didn't seem to be any sign of my unusual attire, such as a visible panty line, and I began to enjoy the whole experience. I was so pleased to have met someone as beautiful as Penny, who clearly liked me, I would have agreed to almost anything to please her. Wearing her knickers was a reminder of her reality. Also, I found her request intriguing, giving her an air of mystery that I wanted to explore. Slightly disturbingly, I also found wearing the silky knickers to be a most enjoyable experience. During the morning I got this text message from Penny: "Send me a pic of u in my knickers ;-)" Blushing I went to the toilets and in one of the cubicles took and sent a picture of my lower half, trousers down, knickers clearly visible, which I sent to her. I was rewarded by this reply: "Cute! Wet just looking at u. xxx" Blushing I tried to concentrate on my work. In the afternoon I got a picture message from Penny. I was of two pairs of knickers laid out on her bed. One pair was black, with a lacy front and silky back, the other a cream-coloured silky pair. The text said: "u choose 1 4 me & 1 4 u" Flustered I went to the loo again. My cock was straining in the knickers I was wearing – the thought of being asked to choose a pair to wear tonight was nearly too much! My hands shook slightly as I typed my reply: "black 4 me, cream 4 u xxx" In return I got a picture of her wearing the cream knickers!!! We met after work at a pub just round the corner from work. I was slightly surprised by the hug she gave me, but more surprised when she slid her hand down the waistband of my trousers to stroke my bum. 'Just checking Danny' she whispered in my ear. We had a quick drink and then headed back to my flat, so I could change. I quickly showered and came into the bedroom to find that Penny had been through my wardrobe and chosen my clothes for me. They were laid out on the bed along with the black knickers. I dressed quickly and we went out. Penny seemed pleased that I made no complaints and went along with her instructions. In fact, although I still didn't admit it to her, I so enjoyed the silky feel of her knickers under my jeans, that by the time we returned home I was very definitely aroused, a fact that Penny must have noticed as we kissed goodnight. I invited her in, but she declined sadly, telling me she had a business meeting on Saturday morning and that she hoped I'd meet me at her flat tomorrow evening. She laughed when I said her boss was a slave driver. It was only once she had left that I remembered I was still wearing the black knickers. I texted her asking if she wanted me to wash them before returning them. Her reply was clear: "wash them? If u like, but u'd better be wearing them 2morrow ;-) xxx" I did wash them, before putting them straight back on as soon as they came out of the drier. They felt so nice as I slid them up my legs and over my bottom. They felt both physically and mentally good to wear; physically because of the silky material against my skin and mentally because they were a constant reminder of Penny's arrival in my life. We had a great evening, a nice romantic meal followed by dancing in a club. I don't dance very well, but Penny didn't seem to mind. We ended up back at her flat and soon we were almost naked and entwined in each others grasp. I say 'almost naked' because Penny was most insistent that I kept her knickers on. I moaned with pleasure as she stroked my cock and balls through the silky material. Finally she slipped my cock out of the leg of the knickers, leaving my balls encased in the smooth silky material. Again she went on top, lowering her moist, open pussy lips onto my cock. This time she went to work on her clit with a small vibrator while she slid up and down my cock and soon she was on the point of her own orgasm. The gripping movements this caused inside her pussy pushed me over the edge too and we climaxed almost together and then lay holding each other in bed, till sleep overtook us. The next morning as we lay in bed together we read an article in a Sunday newspaper about a new fad in male grooming. Apparently there was a trend towards body hair removal, a fact the paper illustrated with photos of the undoubtedly hair-free bodies of some top professional sportsmen. Penny was completely taken by the idea. She said I would look stunning. I tried to sound doubtful, but the endorsement by such athletic male role models made the suggestion an appealing one and anyway I found it impossible to say no to her. I am not a naturally hairy person, but I do have a few hairs on my arms, my legs and an embarrassingly small number on my chest. A quick trip to a local chemist shop and Penny had bought what we needed. Back at home she took control. First I undressed and we went into her bathroom. I was feeling excited by the prospect and was looking forward to it. Using the sponge provided, I rubbed the cream all over my arms and chest, all the way down to just above my pubic hair or 'bikini-line' as Penny insisted on calling it. Then Penny worked on my shoulders, back and finally my legs, covering them all from front to back and all of the way up to my bum. After a couple of minutes I got into the shower. To my delight Penny joined me and we started to scrape off the cream using the other side of the sponge. I was surprised at how easy the hairs came away. Once we were finished I was almost completely stripped of body hair. Penny rubbed her hands up my now silky smooth legs and the feeling as her carefully manicure nails traced a winding pattern along my legs was amazing. The water from the shower was running in rivers down between us. Penny reached for a moisturizing shower gel, took a handful and started to rub it all over my chest and groin, also massaging my hard cock and balls. I took a handful of shower gel and started to massage it into her boobs and down to her crotch and bum. She had the loveliest firm bum which I massaged with my fingers. She looked straight into my eyes before reaching round behind me and returning the favour. With one hand she squeezed my bum; with the other she stroked my cock. The shower water was now cascading all over us. We kissed passionately as our bodies glided against each other, while we enjoyed out intimate massage. I was nearly ready to cum, and Penny sensed this and pulled away, saying 'later'. Out of the shower she looked at her handiwork. "Perfect" she said, picking off a couple of loose hairs. "Just two more things. First we need to shave your underarm hairs," she said, picking up a razor. I raised my arms in the air and then she applied a little foam. She carefully shaved away all of my underarm hairs, until I was smooth. She then rubbed on a little moisturising cream, saying; "This might sting a little". It did but I couldn't complain too much: I was enjoying the attention. Then she made me stand on a towel. Very carefully, using a small pair of nail scissors, Penny proceeded to give my pubes a trim! My cock twitched every time she snipped. The effect was certainly much neater. Penny certainly seemed to approve! It was only when I got home that I got cold feet. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. With my long, nearly shoulder length hair, slim hair-free body, wearing only the silky black knickers, I looked just like a slim, flat-chested girl! I was pleased that Penny liked my appearance, but I had a nagging feeling that I had to do something to reassert my masculinity. Then I had an idea. I decided it was time for a hair-cut! When I told Penny she nearly exploded! 'You even think of getting your hair cut and you're dumped' was how she phrased it. I hurried to reassure her it was only an idea. Then I voiced my concern about my slightly feminine appearance and she assured me that she knew I was all man, she just like the way I looked in her knickers and that she liked me with long hair. She was quite frosty that evening and I sensed her displeasure. The following week she was still rather distant, brief on the phone and there were no flirty text messages. I began to wonder if I'd lost her. Perhaps that's why the following Monday morning I didn't make a fuss when I discovered what she had done the day before while we were at my flat. Picture the scene. It's a Monday morning and I'm late for work. I'm not seeing Penny that day so I can wear my dull, but appropriate, boxers. I open the drawer. There are no boxers. The drawer is full of pairs of knickers of all descriptions. I'm late so I have no choice but to pick a pair, pale blue cotton with contrasting white lace trim since you ask, and get dressed. On the train it dawns on me that on Sunday, Penny had a large bag with her, saying she'd got her gym gear. She must have swapped a bag full of knickers for my boxers! I send a text to Penny to check and to ask what she has done with my boxers. The reply confirmed my suspicions. "Binned them! You'll have 2 wear knickers all the time now 2 keep me happy ;-) send me a pic when u get 2 work. Luv u xxx!" I thought of the consequences of not sending her the picture and of buying new boxers – no more Penny. It was a no-brainer. I sent her the picture and began to wear knickers every day. I knew it was odd, kinky or even weird; I decided I didn't care! Wearing knickers everyday was no hardship to keep Penny in my life. Next weekend, one chilly November evening, the weekend of bonfire night as it happened, I arrived at Penny's apartment, dressed for an evening in; shirt, jumper and a thin pair of black trousers. I was a bit put out when Penny announced that she wanted to go to a firework display in a local park. "I'll freeze!" he complained. Penny was not to be deterred. "I'm not going to let your clothes stop us going! I'll sort you something out to wear. Strip down to your pants, I mean knickers!" My cock gave an involuntary twitch as I wondered what Penny had in mind. Following her instructions I undressed. Dismissing my trousers as too thin, she went on "Wear these tights, they'll keep you warmer and you'll love the feel on your legs." With Penny's help, I pulled on a pair of black tights over my black knickers, noting with some pleasure that Penny was right: the tights did feel wonderful. Penny noticed me smiling. "Enjoying yourself?" Blushing I stammered "They're alright, not as uncomfortable has I thought they might be." I had become a master of understatement. They felt wonderful! She handed me a pair of her jeans. I stepped into them and quickly realised they were the faded blue, skin-tight pair she owned. I struggled into them. Oddly I found the process of placing my-self fully in Penny hands quite exciting. Fastening the zip my enjoyment was all too obvious in the distinct bulge. "Let me help you with that" said Penny. She unzipped the jeans and reached inside my knickers. I prepared myself for a brisk wank. However with a swift push and a tug on my knickers, I found my cock tucked between my legs and held in place by the knickers and tights. Now when I zipped up the jeans they fitted just fine. The boots Penny produced were brown mid-calf boots, worn with the skinny jeans tucked into them. They also fitted fine, but, although I would be warm enough, with their obviously feminine style my bottom half looked like I was a woman; my top didn't. I pointed this out. Penny just smiled. "You're right, but I've had a brilliant idea" she announced. She frowned and paused. "But after last month I'm not sure you love me enough to try it." Eager to win some brownie points I assured her I loved her enough to do anything she wanted. She smiled. "Anything?" she questioned. "Anything" I confirmed, wondering what I was letting myself in for. First she made me put on a plain, purely functional sports bra, which she proceeded to stuff with cotton wool balls and scrunched up tissue. For me to wear over my newly formed bust, Penny gave me a snug fitted, white t-shirt, and a fluffy pink v-necked sweater. I was about to look in the mirror when Penny stopped me. "Make-up first, my pretty one!" she said. Make up? I suppose it made sense; I might as well let her do the job properly. She applied a quick layer of foundation, a dab of eye shadow, a quick flick of mascara and some lipstick. Finally she used heated curling tongs to get some shape into my hair. "Now you can look!" she announced with a hint of triumph. "If you don't admit you make a beautiful young woman, then you're a liar!" I looked. Startled, I looked again, more carefully this time. She was nearly right. I'd use the words 'plain but convincing' instead of beautiful, but took care not to say so. Penny appeared having dressed quickly. When I saw what she was wearing I could see I'd been set up good and proper. A baggy rugby shirt, loose fitting boot-cut jeans and a pair of timberlands. I needn't have been dressed up as a woman if she'd let me wear her stuff! I was about to point this out, but something stopped me. It was a 'light bulb' moment, like in the cartoons when someone has an idea. It was all so clear. Right from the party where we met she had been 'grooming' me for this. The knickers-wearing, the body-hair removal, the insistence that I didn't cut my hair; this was just the next step along the path. I could speak up now and risk losing Penny or keep quiet and prepare myself for more of the same, to travel further along the path which Penny was leading me. "Every thing all right?" she asked. Would I, should I, could I do whatever it took to keep Penny happy? What should I do? What would you do in my place? Whatever It Takes DISCLAIMER: The following is a work of fiction. The characters depicted herein are all 18-years-old or older. Any similarities to actual persons, living or dead, or events, past or present, are strictly coincidental. * I've been with my girlfriend for only three years. We didn't start out conservative, we were liberal and horny as hell. But it already feels like we've transformed into an old married couple. Everyday is the same routine: she studies nutrition and I write stories, we go out for a day of exercise and come home for a TV movie, then at night it's always the same moves in bed. I was able to make her cum the first time we had sex without a condom. But ever since, she's been so relieved she didn't get pregnant that I've had to wear protection every time we do it. Now it seems impossible to make her cum with just straight sex. But she doesn't want to try anything else. She had previously been traumatized by her last boyfriend. She was a sweet innocent little virgin who had fallen in love with a narcissistic asshole and once he managed to brainwash her into sex, he was suddenly fucking her mercilessly. She told me everything he did was painful and humiliating and any pleasure she might have felt in it was short-lived and bittersweet. As far as she could recall, he never once brought her to orgasm. They had tried pretty much everything already, from trading positions on top, handjobs, blowjobs, doggystyle, and even anal which was an act she dared not repeat because it brought her nothing but pain. She had even let him have sex with her while under a blanket while her little sister sat just inches away watching tv. She had told me every kinky little detail about her sex life with her ex-boyfriend. I don't think she had the capacity to be aroused by the struggle she inspired in me, my being torn between bitter jealousy and anger toward her brazen former lover and the sad but undeniable fact that her stories had me more aroused than I had any right to be. She usually seemed to be more distressed when she realized all that she had divulged to me. She told me that some of the things that I did reminded her of him and really turned her off so I had to remember not to do those things again. But there were some things I still wished I could do. Shane's five feet tall with dark locks and hazel eyes. From the first moment I laid eyes on her, I've been mesmerized by how absolutely adorable she is. She is very particular and her body is more sensitive to pain than pleasure, so if things aren't done just right, she mentally shuts down to shut out the pain. This basically means that I'm left fucking a ragdoll and I can't get off that way. Shane has always needed me to be on top though we've tried all manner of positions. Although the first time she came, she was on top, it hasn't worked since. Her favorite position is lying on her belly and having me fuck her from behind. We've tried doggystyle as well, but we both tire easily. For two people who exercise regularly, we certainly don't have great stamina. Unfortunately, she is so damned tight and my dick was so sensitive to her slippery pussy that the combination typically would have me ejaculate prematurely when I would start to thrust deeper inside her where she would really start to moan in pleasure. We even tried sex in public, but that really only inspired her to hurry rather than fueling her sexual fires... and it had been her idea. So, usually, when all was said and done, the only way I could get her off was with my hands. I've tried to eat her out, but there's not enough friction and she doesn't really get much out of it. Despite what some might describe as being a sad excuse for a sex life, she and I remain crazy about each other. Which is all the more reason why I long to give her the pleasure she deserves. Now I've been doing a lot of sex research and last night, I finally persuaded her that we had to start trying things a little differently. The one thing I can count on Shane for is to give anything a try once... and I knew that if I could get her drunk, she'd gladly try again something she'd already given up on. Things were fairly regular for us for most of the day. I had a deeply thought out plan to fulfill Shane's nearly impossible needs and had told her to plan on seeing no one other than me. Our night wouldn't be interrupted by friends or family. It would just be us. I made sure I had everything prepared. I rented a hotel room to replicate the first time we had sex. I filled it with an evening's worth of kinky and romantic items. I then took Shane out for a night on the town. Usually, there wasn't really much to do where we lived, but we're both fairly easily entertained. I took her bowling where we had our laughs. I took her to her favorite place to eat which was overflowing with a health-nut's wet-dreams. We played and danced together in a large park as the sun went down. We almost got mugged in the park. But we had both already had a few drinks and, despite how scared I was, I wasn't about to let anything or anyone hurt Shane. So, don't ask me how, because I really don't remember, but I ended up seriously injuring the guy and he ran off. That sure was a shot of adrenaline though and when I had looked at Shane, I could tell by the look on her face that she was ready for whatever else might happen that night. So we retired to the hotel room I'd reserved. We were both tipsy and aroused and were very tempted to just hop into bed and go at it like the teenagers we had been only a few years earlier. But I made sure we took our time. The door was locked with the "Do Not Disturb" sign hung and Shane and I had begun to undress. It was easy for me to get naked far ahead of Shane. I then assisted her in getting her clothes off. She tried to kiss me as I pulled her shirt over her head. I teased her with my lips and gave her a quick lick causing her to giggled lightly. While we were standing together in the room completely naked, Shane took the time to admire my form. Personally, I don't really think I'm much to look at. I've always had a touch of Body Image Dysphoria. All I see in the mirror is a scrawny hairy guy with maybe a cute face. I was also not as well endowed as Shane had claimed her ex had been. I supposed that as long as I was hard, she found it to be pleasing to the eye. She was awfully grabby in her drunken and horny state of mind, but I dragged her into the shower where we made-out as we bathed each other. When we felt clean, I got out first as Shane continued kissing me. I wanted to give her a chance to privately try on her slinky new underwear that I'd bought her. I'd only seen it on a mannequin and didn't really know what she would look like in it. But dressing sexily would be the one thing she hadn't done with her boyfriend and I knew it would be an exciting experience for her. When she came out of the bathroom, she modeled in her new underwear seductively. Normally, she would have been rather shy, but with the alcohol in her, modeling for me was very exciting for her. The underwear looked so sexy on her. She wore a white garter and corset which pushed her tits up and close together exposing the top of her breasts and ample cleavage. She didn't know it, but the matching white panties she was now wearing were actually edible, a feature I planned to put to use tonight. "So, what do you think?" She finally asked me, as if the lust in my eyes and my throbbing erection weren't evidence enough that I enjoyed the view. "You look so damned sexy, baby." Shane and I didn't talk to each other like this normally, which is why I felt it added to the intensity of the night. Shane seemed inclined to agree as a shy smile turned into a devilish grin as she looked me over. I patted the foot of the bed with my palm, inviting her over. When she arrived, rather than actually have her sit, I stood her up between my knees. It had always gotten her ready for sex before to be between my legs. Whether rubbing her crotch against mine or rubbing my groin with her ass, she always seemed to want to drag me into the bedroom shortly after. "What do want to do now..?" She asked suggestively. She looked behind her at the tv in the room. "Do you want to watch something?" I looked at her curiously. I didn't know where that came from. "Do you want to watch a dirty movie?" "A dirty movie..? You mean a porno..?" I couldn't believe it when she nodded. I had never expected her to suggest something like that. She must have really been drunk. But I shook my head. I didn't want to waste time looking for a decent porno, especially if it meant we'd have to pay extra for it. I decided to put that idea on hold. Shane leaned down and we kissed, gently at first, but then it got frenetic. She leaned further until I was on my back and she was on top of me, having crawled onto the foot of the bed. My hands were on her hips as she began to thrust at me, dry humping me through those edible panties. I rubbed and squeezed her ass as she rocked into me. I was on the verge of losing it and knew it was time to calm things down. I rolled Shane so I could be on top. She grabbed a pillow for her head as I planted my hands on her inner thighs to keep her legs spread so she wouldn't be tempted to wrap them around me... at least not yet. I crawled on top of her, thinking perhaps I might straddle her chest and fuck her tits. I leaned down and kissed her then kissed the exposed flesh of her breasts as I unlaced her corset. She was looking down at my cock which was still rigid but no longer throbbing as hard. I saw her lick her lips as she looked down at it. She began to move under me. As she began to rock her body back toward the headboard and then back toward me with my dick positioned flat against her flesh, it felt as though she were fucking me with her belly. She licked her lips again as she watched a dab of precum drip from my dickhead. Shane had never really liked sucking dick. She loved watching me as she did it, knowing it was getting me off, but she also usually just wanted to get it done and over with. If for some reason, it seemed I wasn't enjoying it at the moment or I was taking too long to come, she'd want to stop and she'd be pretty frustrated about it. Right now though, it seemed to me that she looked just about starving for my cock, like nothing would make her happier than to feel my pole sink down her throat. I finally got her corset open and her breasts fell to her sides, weighted down slightly by the material. I forewent the tit-fuck and simply leaned down to massage and suckle her tits one nipple at a time. She moaned and gasped and whimpered with every touch. I slipped from her twin mounds down to her pussy where she was rubbing herself desperately. That was another surprise, as Shane was usually self-conscious about masturbating when we're in the process of having sex. I was so glad at how loose the alcohol had made her. I removed her hand and licked her fingers then brushed the panties aside and, as I slid my tongue into her dripping flower, I felt both of her hands clamp into my scalp. I finally decided the panties were very much in my way and bit into them to tear a decent hole. Shane stared at me then. "Oh my god! Did you just bite a hole in those panties? I really liked those. They smell so good." "This is what these are made for, baby. Tastes like some kind of fruit-jerky..." "It does..?" Shane seemed intrigued. "Give me a piece." Without question, I tore a piece of the edible fabric and handed it to her. "So these are edible panties..?" I nodded my confirmation as I kissed at her slick pussylips. I then watched her taste and then eat the piece of edible fabric I'd handed her. I heard her moan of delight escape her lips as she chewed the fruit-flavored fabric. What struck me as even hotter about this situation was that the piece I'd handed her had been soaked in her pussy-juice. She had tasted her own pussy and even now still sounded as if she enjoyed it. I tore the remainder of the edible panties off of her and we snacked together on the torn bits as I fingered her. Once I'd swallowed the panty bits I'd devoured I returned to devouring her glistening cunt. She wrapped her legs around my head as I reached up and around to continue rubbing her clit with my fingers. I'd learned from my research that doing both simultaneously was highly erogenous especially compared to my attempts solely at eating her out. As Shane began to buck her hips forward, driving her cunt deeper into my face, I realized I'd never seen her react like this before. It was awesome. I had only eaten out two women in my life. The chick who had originally forced me to do her had traumatized me somewhat... I had hated the taste of her. But all of that disappeared when I met Shane. I knew I had to taste her and I wasn't disappointed when she let me go down on her for the first time. Just like her personality, every other part of her is just so damned sweet. Suddenly, Shane was shaking uncontrollably as she tightened her grip on my head with her hands and legs and she let out a loud squeal I'd never heard out of her as her back arched up. Finally, she collapsed around me, her legs and arms falling to her sides as she lay staring at the door, probably wondering if anyone had heard her. She preferred her sex to be quiet, not wanting to embarrass herself by calling unwanted attention to her sexual pleasure. But I had longed to hear those sounds. This had been the first time I'd brought her such an intense orgasm... and I had done it using my hands and my mouth. I felt Shane's hands on my head again as she dragged me up to meet her lips. "My goodness... oh... my god. That was so great." But suddenly she looked concerned as she reached down and grabbed hold of my swollen member. "But now what do we do about you?" "Don't worry, girl." I said. "We're not done yet." Shane had never had multiple orgasms and I was determined to change that. I left the bed and reached into my bag of goodies. I pulled out a tube of lubricant and headed back toward Shane. She was now positioned on her stomach with her head nearly hanging off of the foot of the bed. She had her hands together under her chest for support and looked up at me eagerly. She had taken off the corset and I could make out her nipples standing at attention just behind her hands. Once I was standing in front of her, she took one glance at my bouncing dick and then stared straight into my eyes. "Do you want me to?" She looked so innocent as she asked me that. This was her usual coy way of propositioning me. But I wasn't in the mood to play with my little angel. It was about time I got to see her little devil. So I told her in a voice which left no margin for error. "Don't ask me like that." Seriously... what straight man doesn't automatically want his cock sucked? Asking me if I wanted it was like an insult. Shane stared at my cock again and then looked back at me. She was struggling with just how to phrase it. She wasn't used to talking dirty, so I knew I'd have to coach her. "Will you... will you let me?" She asked shyly. That was hot. A question that suggested she wanted so badly to swallow my rod she would willingly ask for it. But it wasn't quite hot enough. "Let you what?" "Let me suck on it." She said as she stared down at my dick. She was getting closer, but those still weren't the words I wanted to hear. "What? Suck on what..?" Shane licked her lips again and looked up at me pleading. "Let me suck your dick." Those were the words I was looking for. She had certainly never referred to my penis directly before now and the fact that she used that word when she was so inexperienced at talking dirty was just so sexy. I took my time answering. I made it look like I was considering her request and I finally responded with, "How about if I just let you taste it?" There was something she hadn't considered. Up to this point, Shane was used to cramming me into her mouth and getting it over with in a semi-automatic fashion. She showed no enthusiasm or any real desire to do it. Usually, in order to get myself off in her mouth, I'd had to grab hold of her head and literally fuck her face. But now she stared at the tip of my dick as she licked her lips. My hard-on had been sustained up to this point by all of Shane's attempts at asking to suck my dick. Everytime a question had escaped her lips, it had become more suggestive and my dick got harder. Now, as I watched her contemplate my proposal, I wondered if both her mouth and my cock would begin to drool at each other. I inched forward a bit, pointing my dick at her lips just far enough away that she'd have to move or at least stick her tongue out to reach me... and tongue me she did. The feeling of her slick tongue stroking along my precum babbling head sent an immense shiver up my spine. Shane crawled forward ever so slightly and licked my dick again, sliding her oral tentacle around the circumference of my mushroom cap. I thought I might cum there and then and spray all over her face. It would certainly be new for us. I don't know if she had ever let her ex spray her. Shane crawled forward more and parted her lips to wrap my mini-me head up in her mouth. I pulled back away from her and felt another shiver up my spine as my cockhead slipped from between her lips. "Shane..." I tried to make it sound disciplinary. Shane looked up at me pleading again. "Please..." She said earnestly. "Please what?" "Please, baby, put it in my mouth. I want you in my mouth." "You want what?" "I want you... your dick... put in my mouth. I want to taste you. I want to suck you." The more I considered how drunk Shane must truly be, the more surprised I became that she hadn't yet passed out. "Roll onto your back, honey." I suggested and she quickly obliged. I then rubbed my slicked head against her lips and she opened her mouth to let me in. I grabbed onto her head to give her support as she hung off the edge of the bed and I groped her tit as I slowly leaned forward and humped my way deeper into her throat inch by inch. She choked at one point and I pulled out, a bit worried. "Are you okay, baby?" Shane coughed and then nodded upside down. "Mmhm." She then stuck her tongue out and caught the tip of my dick, guiding me back into her mouth to swallow me fully into her throat. Soon, I had packed myself deep into her esophagus until my balls rested on her eyelids and would drag across her nose as I pumped in and out of her throat. Shane had one hand clamped on my ass as she fingered herself with her free hand. I was again getting far too close to exploding when I suddenly remembered I had only planned on cumming once tonight and it wasn't going to be here like this. So I dragged myself out of her throat and tried to calm down. Shane coughed a bit and then tried to move herself toward me, trying to find a decent way to catch sight of me. "Baby..? Baby..? Are you okay? Why did you stop?" "Everything's fine. We've just kind of veered off-course." "What? I don't understand." "I've got a plan; a schedule; certain rules have to be followed tonight." I said and looked over at her as she stared confused. "Just come here, baby." I grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the side edge of the bed. Again, she looked up at me eagerly, pleading as she wondered desperately how we were going to get my cock off tonight. I lifted her legs up until my dick was positioned in front of her snatch. "Oh, baby, no. You're not wearing protection. Baby, I don't want to get pregnant." I smiled at that. "Don't worry, baby." I lifted her legs until her body pretty much bent in half. She grunted in momentary discomfort. "Are you okay, Chez? Can you breathe?" "Yeah... baby, what are you doing?" Whatever It Takes Without answering, I buried my face in her snatch once again. I felt her feet slap into the back of my shoulderblades and I watched as she dug her fingers into the bed covers. I scrambled for the tube of lube I'd brought to the bed and squirted a sample into my hands to get my fingers slick. I then began rubbing her pussy and Shane really began to muscle me. She arched her back, humping her pussy into my face as she tried to drag me down into her with her legs buried in my back. I drew back and bent her further. "Can you still breathe, baby-girl?" I could barely hear her, "Mhm." I started stroking myself with my greased up fingers, hoping to get nice and slick, as I began to run my tongue around her brown eye. I heard her whimpering in confusion while her legs twitched as my tongue lashing sent jolts up her spine. When I felt that my dick was sufficiently slick, I squirted more lube into my hand as I continued to lick into her ass. As I felt her digging her heels deeper into my back, I hardened my tongue and drove it deep into her puckered hole. I heard her squeal and then moan in apparent delight. Finally, I set her down and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. Shane looked back at me, eager to take it doggystyle as if she'd forgotten I wasn't wearing a condom. I began to rub her o-ring with my freshly greased fingers and then one by one, I sank them into her ass, plunging deeper and circling wider to get her ass nice and loose. She whimpered at every touch. I then placed a hand on her hip as I positioned my pole next to her forbidden orifice. This was the hole which had been most traumatized by her ex's abuse and she had for so long refused to grant me access. But I would be taking it over completely tonight. I withdrew my fingers and slid the tip of my dick into her button in one slow but fluid motion. Shane raised her head in surprise and then looked back at me fearfully. "Baby..?" "It's okay, Shane. Just relax. It's gonna be all right. I promise." Shane knew she could trust me and turned and looked down at the bed as she tried to figure out how to relax her butt more. But the lube and my deft fingers had already done most of the work for her. My dick slid easily into her dark cave, deeper and deeper, as I watched her nails curl into the blankets and her head slowly rise in delight and fall again as she worried about her butt. She still seemed panicked by the time I was in fully. It had only been six inches, but for her it may as well have been twelve. "Baby, you can open your eyes now. I'm all the way in." Shane looked back at me, surprised. She then looked away and, for a moment, neither of us moved. I had never fucked any women in her ass before and I was still not sure I could do it without hurting her. But after a few seconds, she adjusted to the new presence in her ass and rocked forward, sliding three inches off of my pole. Then she rocked back and slapped into my pelvis. She let out a gasp in response. Then she rocked forward again. I clamped my hands on her hips and drew her back onto my cock. She let out a squeal which became intermittent as I began to fuck her ass back onto my cock. I was very surprised by this point. Maybe it was the lube, but I would have thought that having my dick up Shane's tight ass would have caused me to spew cum immediately. But it was just like that first night we'd had sex without wearing. The first and only night I'd made her cum with just my dick. I shoved my clean hand forward to rub her clit as I continued to fuck her ass. I hoped that my stamina would last just long enough to fulfill her; to bring her to climax. I hoped in vain. I couldn't take the intensity and my balls cringed as I began to spray the inside of her asshole with my jizz. Apparently though, the feeling of my warm cream coating her inside was just what Shane needed to send her over the edge. As I continued to rub her clit and hump my draining pump into her ass, Shane had an orgasm that resonated through both her pussy and her butt. She shook violently as she grunted and squealed. When I felt the last drops of my cum exit my hose, I pushed Shane's ass off of me and let her drop onto the bed, exhausted. I climbed up next to her. This had been the first time I had been able to give Shane a second orgasm and my dick in her ass had contributed. She was breathing heavily as we began to kiss and began to grope her body again. "Baby, aren't you all done?" Shane certainly didn't sound like she wanted me to be done. But this had been our longest sex session to date. "If, by that, you mean, 'can I cum again?' Then I don't know." I continued to kiss her as I grabbed up the lube and squirted it into my other hand. "But I'm not done with you, baby." Three orgasms in one night had been something I had only seen in pornos, but I was determined to make it happen tonight. Even if for some reason, Shane and I broke up, she would go on remembering this night as the best night of her entire life. I began rubbing her softened clit with my lubed fingers as I continued to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around me and spread her legs to let me get deeper into her. I rubbed lightly at first, just enough to get her aching clitoris to come around again which didn't take long. I then dug my middle finger inside her as I rubbed my greasy thumb up and down her clit. I watched Shane's leg twitch uncontrollably like a puppy as she pulled me tighter to kiss me more passionately and more chaotically. Before long, she couldn't concentrate on kissing me anymore and merely dug her head into my shoulder as I fingered her to that precious third orgasm which I know she wouldn't soon forget. I felt her squeals vibrate through my chest as she dug her nails into my shoulders. God, it all felt good. I had never felt so satisfied in my life and neither had Shane. For the rest of the night, she refused to do anything other than lie there in bed wrapped around me. Needless to say, we woke up stiff and sore and totally awkward, but a mutual trade of massages got us back comfortably on our feet. Shane told me she wished I had booked the hotel room for a second night. So, we did just that and we resumed our sexual escapades throughout the next day. It was the best weekend of our lives. Whatever It Takes This story starts out a little slow, but keep with it and it'll be worth your while! Happy reading! ############# College life is a bitch. There's endless, mundane lectures, papers that take weeks to write, and internships that virtually eliminate any possibility of a social life. However, being a grad student, Nicole had finally managed to find the perfect balance between work, school, and friends. Not that she went out all that often. In high school, Nicole belonged to a few different cliques, and never managed to make any friends that she felt the need to stay in touch with after graduation. The same situation applied to her college life. During the weekend, if she had a spare hour, Nicole would occasionally go to one of the many local bars with a few girlfriends, but it's not like she really planned to stay in contact with them after college. They would graduate, go their separate ways, and head off into the world to become successful working women. For most of her life, Nicole knew she wanted to become a journalist. She was naturally very curious and often described as nosy, not always knowing when to mind her own business. She figured becoming a journalist would be the perfect way to put her investigative skills to good use. Being an intern for the same newspaper for 2 years, Nicole knew there would be a job waiting for her after graduating. However, she had dreams for something bigger and better. New York Times, Washington Post, Time Magazine....the list goes on. Of course, being as aspirational as she was, Nicole rarely had time for romance, and at the age of 22, she had never really been in a serious relationship, and was still a virgin. Not that she minded. She was determined to be a woman dedicated to her career, and a relationship would only serve as a distraction. Sometimes, during study breaks, she would read erotic stories on her laptop. Nicole's primary focus for the past three weeks was the story that she was hoping would establish her as a credible journalist. During her 2 years at the paper, she was mainly given assignments that involved covering local events like concerts, benefits, and school openings. It was boring as hell, but she was in no position to complain. But this story-this story would get her name out there, open up doors that would get her right where she wanted to be. It happened one night when she stumbled upon a news article about William Harrison II- billionaire business man who got his fortune from the oil and coal businesses. Normally Nicole wouldn't have paid too much attention to the details of the article, but she couldn't help but notice that there was something odd about the location of Harrison's next mining project. She recognized the name as being that of a virtually unknown hot spot in South America that was home to thousands of rare species and protected by the government. The only explanation Nicole could think of that would justify Harrison being able to disturb such an important area is the bribing of a government official, and it would have to be A LOT of money. Journalist instincts kicking in, Nicole immediately began doing research, sending emails, making calls, etc. She was determined to get to the bottom of this. **************** "Shit, shit, shit!" Nicole loudly swore as she ran as fast as her high heeled feet would allow, holding a stack of papers that consisted of her drafts, research, and presentation. Today was the day she was going to pitch her story to the editors. There were still many details that she was missing, and the finished product would probably take her a good month or so, but the framework was all there; she just needed their approval to continue working on it. Unfortunately, she had spent hours doing as much research as possible resulting in her subconsciously pushing her snooze button every time the alarm clock went off, and waking up a good 30-45 later than she had intended to. "So close..." she thought, seeing the building at the end of the street. She was so focused on the building that she failed to notice the stranger walking in her direction that was too busy texting to notice her. Oomph! Papers flew everywhere. "NO! God, why me!" she thought out loud as the stranger came to his wits and realized he should probably help retrieve the stray documents. "God, I'm so sorry. I should have been paying attention. Are you alright?" he inquired. Nicole had pretty much reached her breaking point. "No! I'm not okay! I've spent days working on this presentation, and now I'm running late, and they'll probably never approve my story, and I'll probably spend the rest of my career interviewing drunk, stoned assholes at concerts!!!" she screamed, bursting into tears and causing a bit of a scene. "Okay, here's what's going to happen," said the stranger, "I'll take these papers, walk you to your office, and explain what happened." "If you think that's going to help me one bit-"began Nicole "Sh, just listen to me." Nicole was too frustrated and stressed to bother arguing. At this point she was pretty much resigning to her fate. "Alright," she said, "Whatever, my office is right up the road. Just follow me." While walking, Nicole took a moment to actually look at this stranger who made promises of making everything better. Although she hated to admit it, he was quite handsome. He was tall, around 6ft (a great deal taller than her petit 5'2") and had a great body. Not too muscular, but it definitely looked as though he spent a good amount of time at the gym. He had dark curls that went just past his ears, and beautiful, intense green eyes. However, the way he held himself seemed somewhat arrogant, like he had the ability to do whatever he wanted to and get away with it. He may be handsome, but Nicole couldn't stand cocky guys like this one. "Phillip", he said suddenly. "What?" "My name's Phillip" he said, eyes focused straight ahead "Oh, of course. My name's Nicole." "Nice to meet you." He turned to her, and flashed a brilliant smile that would make any girl swoon. Nicole didn't respond. A few minutes later, they reached the office. "After you." Said Phillip, holding to door open. "Thanks," Nicole murmured, not exactly conveying any sort of appreciation. "So, who do I talk to?" "The editors. They should be waiting for me through that door." Said Nicole, pointing to the meeting room. "Alright then, be right back." Said Phillip, shooting her a wink before confidently swaggering into the room. Nicole wanted to drop dead as she watched the doors close behind him. They're going to fire me, she thought to herself. I bet they're all in there right now laughing about what a total moron I am, and coming up with the most embarrassing way possible to let me go. Naturally, being a pessimist, Nicole could only come up with worst case scenarios. About 5 minutes later, Phillip came out sporting a huge grin. "You're good to go," he said, "I took the liberty of passing out what I assumed to be copies of your draft, and I explained what happened on the way here. They were very understanding, I don't get what you were so worried about." He said, acting as though he did this sort of thing on a daily basis. "But listen, I really do feel bad. Let me take you to dinner tonight. What time do you get off?" "Well, 5:30, but I don't think," she began "Alright, I'll pick you up at 7. What's your favorite kind of food?" "Japanese, but I really shouldn't," "Great! I know an excellent sushi place. Give me your address and number." He said, handing her a pen and piece of scratch paper. "Oh, alright," she agreed, resigning to the fact that he probably wouldn't leave her alone until she said yes. Besides, ONE date wouldn't kill her, even if it wouldn't be her ideal way of spending the night. "Awesome. See you tonight." ************ As Nicole left her office, she couldn't help but let out a huge sigh of relief that her day was finally over. Not that anything bad had happened, but it had been a little strange, especially after Phillip left, leading her to wonder what he had said to the editors. She walked right into the room after he had left, and the editors seemed more than willing-even excited- to listen to her proposal. After she was done, they told her to get started right away and to not worry about anything else for the next month, and to get started right away. She wasn't complaining, but it definitely wasn't the workday she was expecting. Guess I better get ready, she thought, starting her trek home thinking about all the things that would probably go wrong. He's not even my type. What if this is all just some sort of joke? she wondered. Walking into her apartment, she was immediately greeted by her roommate, Leah. "Hey Hon, how was work?" asked Leah. "Meh, same old, same old." Nicole responded, too worried about her upcoming date to go into details about her day. Nicole and Leah had been friends since they got jobs at the same restaurant senior year of high school. They were lucky enough to get into the same university and had been roommates ever since. "Hey, I'm exhausted. I'm going to go lay down for a bit." Nicole called over her shoulder, heading to her room and closing the door. Is it even a date? Am I thinking too much about it? Why am I so worried? I'm just going out with him once, then I'll never seen him again, she thought, getting ready to pull her hair out. She flopped onto her bed, considering telling Phillip she had spontaneously caught the flu. That sounds so stupid! She had no experience with guys, let alone guys as attractive as Phillip, and was absolutely positive she would find some way to embarrass herself. Oh well, let's just get this over with. With that, she began taking off her clothes and hopped in the shower. 20 minutes later Nicole was out of the bathroom, all cleaned up and smelling like raspberries and vanilla. Now, what do I wear? With the price of textbooks, student loans, and rent, she never had the budget to buy nice clothes, the kind she would stare at in store windows on her way home. Guess I'll have to make due. She ended up picking out a pair of black skinny jeans, a purple tunic with a belt, and a pair of high heeled boots. I hope this is alright, she thought, walking over to the mirror. She examined her face. Her deep brown eyes and naturally rosy cheeks never required the use of much make up, but she had always been self-conscious about the way she looked. The only thing she felt comfortable with was her hair. It was long, dark, sleek, shiny, and frequently complemented on by strangers. She began applying her makeup, foundation, lipstick, eye shadow, eyeliner, and mascara. Satisfied with the result, she took one last look in the mirror, sprayed on little bit of perfume, and walked into her living room to await her escort. Knock, knock, knock. Well, here goes nothing. "Bye Leah. I'll be back in a few hours," Nicole called over her shoulder, dashing out the front door and bumping right into Phillip. "Oh! Sorry, guess I really do need to start watching where I'm going" "A little excited, aren't we?" asked Phillip, taking note of how great Nicole looked. "N-no, it's just...look, can we just get this over with," she said, blushing as she led the way out of the apartment building. Outside the building, a taxi was waiting to take them to the restaurant. Nicole internally chastised herself for already acting like an immature teenage girl. She glanced up at Phillip, completely amazed at the fact that a guy like him would ask out a girl like her. Maybe he really does just feel bad about what happened. "I'm really glad you said yes, although it's not like I would've left you alone if you said no." joked Phillip "I thought as much," mumbled Nicole, under her breath. "Sorry?" "Nothing. I'm glad I said yes too." She said, forcing a smile. "You don't look very glad. Look, I'm sorry if you felt forced to go out with me tonight, but it really did look like you needed a break." He reasoned. "You're right. I'm sorry. I'm sure tonight will be fun." "I guarantee it" he said, as they arrived at the restaurant. "After you." They walked into the restaurant, arm in arm, and were promptly seated and given menus. Nicole's eye nearly popped out of her head. "Jesus! One salad is 30 bucks! I'm sorry, but would it be possible to eat somewhere else?" she inquired. "Why, the prices aren't that bad. And really, it doesn't matter. In fact, let's both order the most expensive thing on the menu." He said, laughing. Cocky bastard, she thought, staring down at her lap. He ordered for both of them, and for a good five minutes nothing was said between the pair as Nicole kept her eyes down, eager to get the heck out ASAP. "So, how'd you presentation go?" asked Phillip. "Fine." She responded, succinctly. "That's good to hear. I'm sure your article will be fantastic. What is it about?" "Some rich bastard." "I see. And why is this rich bastard more interesting than others?" "Bribery." Phillip just about had enough. "What the hell is you problem?" he asked, taking Nicole off guard. "I'm sorry?" she said, not bothering to hide her confusion at Phillip's sudden personality change. "I'm trying to be nice, I'm trying to get to know you, I'm trying to make sure you have a good time and all you're doing is giving me the cold shoulder." "I'm sorry." Was all she said, appearing to be on the verge of tears, causing Phillip to soften up immediately. "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have gotten on your case like that. I just want to know why you won't give me a chance." Nicole looked straight into his eyes for a moment before answering, "Because guys like you don't ask out girls like me." "Girls like you? What's that supposed mean?" Nicole sighed "I'm...odd, I guess. I'm an old soul, and once people learn that, they don't bother to learn anything else about me." It was true. One of the main reason Nicole had never had a real boyfriend was because most guys were never able to connect with her on an intellectual level, and it was extremely rare to find someone with the same interests as her. She would get so frustrated and became more and more introverted, which is why she frequently had problems communicating socially with others. "Then tell me." Said Phillip. "Tell you?" "Tell me about yourself." He said, dead serious. Nicole became silent and stared down at her at her lap again, blushing. "Alright, let's begin with...favorite movie?" "Oh, it's nothing you would find too interesting..." "Stop doing that!" he snapped. "If I didn't want to know, I wouldn't have asked, so answer me." "The Dreamers, it's a Bertolucci film." She mumbled. "What sort of movies do you usually watch?" "Classic and controversial." "And this movie would be?" She thought a moment before answering, "Controversial." "I see," he said, glad he was finally getting her to talk. "Favorite book?" "The Hunchback of Notre Dame." "Really?" he said, raising his eyebrows. "May I ask why?" "I always felt like I related to the internal struggles of the antagonist-whether or not to go after something you know you shouldn't...and I love how Hugo writes about the architecture. I've never been to Paris, but one day I want to go just to see the cathedral" "My, my. You really are different." He murmured. "Sorry?" "Nothing," he said, "So when you're not working, what you do?" "I like to read, listen to music, watch operas..." That last one caused Phillip to laugh out loud. This girl was definitely something else, he thought. He then noticed Nicole shooting him a death glare. "This is why," she began "No, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have laughed. I just wasn't expecting that. What's your favorite opera?" "Carmen." She said "What kind of music do you listen to?" "Different types. Big band, swing jazz, classical, classic rock, British punk rock..." Where the hell did this girl come from? He wondered to himself, assessing her reactions as she answered his questions. She's been blushing for the past hour, he thought. I wonder how experienced she is with guys. "How many boyfriends have you had?" Nicole almost choked on her food. "W-what?!?" "I said, how many boyfriends have you had?" he repeated "None." She said, almost inaudibly. "Ever kissed a guy?" he asked, determined to find out as much as he could about her. "Phillip!" she said, looking extremely embarrassed. "Sorry," he laughed, "I guess that was a little personal." At least it's safe to say she's a virgin. "I think it's time for me to find out a little about you." She said, still blushing and looking down. "I'm an open book, ask whatever you want." Nicole had a bad habit of judging people based on their interests, and began with the same questions he asked her. "Favorite movie?" "I've always been a fan of the Twilight movies," he said, looking completely serious. Nicole was not shy about showing her look of disgust. "Hahaha! You should see the look on your face!" he said, laughing so hard he was about to cry. Nicole remained silent. "I'm sorry, I forgot. You don't know how to take a joke," he said, winking at her. "But in all honesty, my favorite movie is Hitchcock's Psycho." Now it was Nicole who burst out laughing. Phillip looked confused. "Now it's my turn to apologize," said Nicole. "I wasn't laughing at you, I swear. I just had a funny experience with that movie when I was younger." "Tell me," he said, showing genuine interest. "Don't worry about it." "Maybe some other time?" "...Maybe." The rest of the night continued without any problems. Nicole was actually enjoying herself, and to everyone around them, they appeared to be a couple in love. Some even commented on how cute they looked together, causing Nicole to break out in another fierce blush. They talked about high school, college, movies, jobs, etc. Nicole learned that Phillip was working as the intern of the president of a major software company, which apparently was "no big deal." He was going for a master's degree in public administration, and was currently working on research to determine cities that would benefit the most from using renewable energy sources. That would explain the nice clothes and indifference in spending, she thought. "It's getting late," she said, "I should probably get back before my roommate gets worried." "Didn't you tell her where you were going?" "Um, no." "Alright then, I'll get the check." As they left the restaurant and got a cab, Nicole couldn't help but wonder if she'd be waking up in a few hours, only to find that this whole night had been a dream. Why me, she thought. Out of all the girls in this city, why would he bother with someone like me? Once in the cab, they remained silent, each looking out the window and pondering the events of the night. A few minutes later, they arrived at the apartment building. "Want me to walk you up?" asked Phillip. "No thanks," said Nicole, "I'm a big girl, I think I'll manage." Before she could get out of the cab, Phillip reached out and grabbed her hand, moving down to kiss it, while giving her a sensuous stare that had her practically hypnotized. "Same time tomorrow, alright?" "Alright." She said, still in her daze. "Goodnight." "Goodnight." With that, she got out of the cab, eager to get back to her apartment jump into bed. Whatever it takes, he thought to himself as he watched her go into the building, I have to make her mine. ############# Please please please comment! This is my first go at writing, and I definitely appreciate (actually I encourage!) any constructive criticism. Even if you just want to say whether or not you hate it or love it, let me know!