0 comments/ 24893 views/ 2 favorites Innocent Seduction By: Xtaci_Jones Sean Hall was the epitome of male beauty. He had the eyes of a Greek God, and the body to match. Girls practically fell over with their legs open when he walked by, and he seemed oblivious to it all. This led to many doubts as to his sexuality being on the hetero side of the spectrum. How could a young man in is early twenties be so oblivious to his own sexual power over women? It was one of the great mysteries of life that needed to be solved. I entered college as a sophomore and was blessed enough to have Sean in my British Literature class. From the moment I laid eyes on him, I knew he was to become my next conquest. The first day of class, he sauntered up to my desk where I was reading the poetry of a very influential singer of the late sixties that died far too soon. I remember looking into his clear blue eyes and I felt as though I stood at the edge of decency and morality, maybe even sanity. They were warm and inviting, like no other eyes I had seen before and none that I have seen since. His short caramel brown hair was hidden underneath an old baseball cap, but I could still see the potential it had for my fingers to run through it in ecstasy. "Hello there, my name's Sean, nice to meet you," his voice was pure velvet as it traveled from is perfect mouth through the air into my ears. "Hi," I managed meekly, resisting the urge to grab him and have my way with him in the middle of the classroom. He extended his soft, neatly manicured hand to shake mine in a greeting, and, as I felt his touch, I imagined how that touch would feel in a secluded sexual moment. I tired to speak more, but my words were influenced by thoughts I dared not say aloud this early in our relationship. Still, I knew that a mission was sat before me: I would do whatever I could in my power to make Sean Hall completely and utterly mine. As I walked back into my dorm room after my classes, I mentioned my encounter with Sean to my roommate, Evie. I hoped she had at least heard of this wonderful creation (the school wasn't all that large and she had been there a semester before me), and she could give me some inside information to use to my advantage. What was relayed to me sent me into a depressed shock from which I almost couldn't recover. "The rumor is, sweetie, that he plays for the pink team," she said quietly, as though she knew the information would shock me and it needed to be cushioned. Unfortunately, for yours truly, Evie's feeling was right on the money, I was so shocked I had to sit down. How could something so wonderful have the potential to not be mine? Why was fate so cruel? However, I felt a glimmer of hope seep into my tortured mind: she said the word rumor. This meant it wasn't truth, not yet anyway. I could make him submit to me in ways no man could if he were in competition with me. Now my mission was growing in importance to one of military red-alert proportions, and I set out to do what it was in my nature to do as a woman of the new millennium. The plan was simple: I would make Sean desire me in such a way he could not bear a moment without me. How would I do this, you readers ask. Well, I knew what it meant to adorn myself with clothing that would accent my best feminine features, but that was the way to trap drunken frat boys for a night of unworthy and deeply regrettable sex. Sean was an entirely different animal. I had to make myself seem unavailable and plain, as he made himself, and then he would see my true beauty. This is what I have found in my experiences with men of Sean's sensibilities works better than any aphrodisiac in the world. The next time I walked into class, I clothed myself in jeans and an oversized blue button-up shirt I had stolen from a former conquest as asshole tax. I sat in my desk with my shoulder-length red-brown hair in a ponytail, showing off my long, graceful neck. I was subtle, yet sexual at the same time. The perfect bait for a guy, who I had discovered through a little research, was the movie critic for the university newspaper. I also learned he loved poetry and rock music as much I did, which led me to believe he would find this facet of my personality quite intriguing. I received my first taste of victory as he stepped into the classroom. He gazed at me and I saw a satisfied smile light up his perfect face. I watched him throughout the remainder of class and I noticed his eyes met mine periodically. He smiled when our gazes met, and I knew I had him in my grasp. As class adjourned, not that either of us had paid a bit of attention to the professor, I lagged behind slowly gathering my things thus giving Sean the opportunity to speak to me. I set the trap as any hunter might for his unsuspecting prey, and this one definitely took the bait. "Cassandra," he asked meekly obviously knowing my name from the professor's roll call, "um, this may be an awkward question, but are you doing anything tonight?" "No," I answered trying to look surprised at the idea that he would even talk to me, "why do you ask?" "Well," he was trying to pick his words carefully, "I'm the movie critic for the paper, and I have to go see movies every week. I hate going alone, and I was wondering if you would care to join me?" Ah, it was the old innocent movie invitation as a method of breaking the ice. I was quite familiar with this tactic. Hell, I think I had invented it years before it was widely used. I knew I had to accept innocently as though I had never been asked for a date in this fashion before in my life. I accepted and we agreed to meet a t seven that night to go and see the newest movies and then we were to go for "coffee" to discuss. I knew that we probably wouldn't really drink coffee, but I still had to keep the act. The night had gone well, we saw some drippy romantic movie that made me want to puke with its gross misrepresentation of what a woman wants in the end. However, that is another story to be told later on in life. On to the end of the date: we went for "coffee," but we somehow decided that a crowded coffee house was not the place to truly discuss what we felt. Apparently, his apartment was to be the ideal place (that wasn't my idea, dear readers, it was his entirely). We arrived at his small apartment with our Styrofoam coffee cups for appearances only. I walked through the door and began to see many potential sexual situations. The soft, brown sofa, the almond recliner, and let us not forget, the sturdy oak kitchen table; they all had my imagination reeling. Still, I had to assume that this was all an innocent discussion, and I put the thoughts out of my mind for the time being. Sean asked me to make myself comfortable on whatever piece of furniture I wished. I f only he knew which piece I had in mind, pun intended. I sat on the sofa; still wearing the outfit, I had worn in class, only with a black lace bra and panties underneath. Sean walked into what I assumed was the bedroom, and he returned in a tight, black t-shirt that accentuated each and every curve of his muscular upper body while his jeans took care of the rest. He sat next to me on the sofa and we began an idle conversation, as if it were necessary. Then we began the typical meet-and-greet questions all couples that are trying to seduce each other ask to deter the other from the true intention. He asked me where I was from, what my major was, and I asked the same, not caring what the answers happened to be. Then, out of pure desperation to move the evening along, I asked the ill-fated signif8icant other question. "So, Sean, do you have a girlfriend?" "No, not at the moment," his reply was expected and required a witty, flirtatious retort from me to propel it to my intended purpose. "Do you want one?" There, I made it obvious that I was flirting with him. Moreover, I moved my legs apart slightly to accent the comment. He fell for the bait and moved closer to me, thus giving me the signal that he too wanted us to connect in the most personal of ways two strangers can connect. The seduction began. He moved tentatively, not wanting to overstep any boundaries, towards me, his lips wet with anticipation. He leaned in to kiss me gently, and those soft lips touched mine, making my emotions soar already. The kiss began innocently enough but grew into something far more passionate as our tongues were involved. I tasted the cappuccino he had ordered on his tongue as it caressed mine, and I felt myself wanting to taste more of his mouth. He began to run his hands over my clothed body, his soft skin touching mine, exciting every nerve with electric frenzy. I felt myself inwardly moan. I ran my hands over his muscular body only covered by a thin cotton/polyester blend piece of cloth, and I felt each inch of his skin grow taut with arousal. We kissed on the sofa for only a few more moments before he pulled away, those beautiful eyes silently confirming my intentions and reaffirming his. Obviously, this was not his intention all along, but he definitely wanted it at this moment. I stood up and slowly unbuttoned my shirt, revealing my creamy white supple breasts barely contained by the black lace garment. Then I moved to my innocent looking jeans, sliding them off my long, muscular legs to show Sean what I had to offer without showing him everything. He stood beside me and kissed me again, a long passionate kiss that drew all of my strength into him. He placed those beautiful hands on my slender waist, and, before I could make another move, he was on his knees before me sliding the lace panties down my legs and onto the floor somewhere in the room. I felt his velvet tongue enter me as I moaned aloud for the first time. It moved with a rhythm that can only be duplicated in songs meant to be the perfect soundtrack to sex; it wasn't too quick or too slow. I grabbed his head and slowly drove that tongue deeper, thus running my fingers through his soft hair, just as I had imagined it. My legs began to grow weak and I slowly found myself leaning back and lowering onto the couch behind me. Sean did not stop as he noticed the change in my position, but he continued to lick in the wonderful rhythm that was beginning to drive me into a frenzy of pleasure. I felt myself growing wetter with each passing moment, but I didn't want to climax just yet. The greatest orgasms are those that are delayed as long as is humanly possible. I pushed him away and directed his head up to mine. I kissed him and tasted my own sweet juices. Then I began to pull on that wonderful shirt from his body. His muscles flexed from his earlier efforts, and I felt tiny beads of sweat forming on his tan skin. I unbuttoned his jeans and removed them slowly. It was then I saw his cock in all its glory. It was at least 7 inches long and 2 inches thick, something I craved to feel. I kneeled and placed my mouth on it gently, my tongue licking the tip slowly. I heard him moan as I slid my mouth over his cock, the hard muscle filling me. I moved slowly, using my cheek muscles to suck, making the experience all the more pleasurable for him. He moaned and moved with me in the same rhythm he had used earlier. I continued until I could feel him reaching the point of climax, and I stopped, licking the entire shaft over once secretly with a strawberry-flavored condom between my lips. I stood and I walked slowly away towards the bedroom. He followed obediently. I opened the door of the bedroom and saw the king-size bed decorated with a handful of rose petals. It was then I knew that he too had been planning a secret seduction. I sat on the bed, my legs spread, inviting that beautiful cock inside. He slid expertly between my legs and he entered me. I gasped at the feeling of this most wonderful muscle enter my inviting body. He drove into me gently to avoid pain, but I begged him to move deeper and harder. I wanted the pain; I craved it as I have craved any addiction in my life. He obeyed and I felt my body tighten with pleasure. I raised my hips to meet his as he thrust into me and together we rocked in a perfect motion as though we were meant to rock together. We moved faster and harder until we both opened our eyes and looked down at one another. As quickly as this moment had begun, we both knew the end was inevitable. I stared into his clear blue eyes and we both felt the orgasm rip through us as if it were a perfect circuit of electricity. As our bodies began to relax, Sean rose from the bed and moved into the bathroom. I heard water running, and I began to feel disappointment shoot through my veins. He was washing the remains of something beautiful away as quickly as he could. I felt the tears stream down my face and onto the bed beneath me. As I began to lose hope, I felt those soft hands under my shoulders and butt, as I was being lifted and carried into a room with a warm tub of bubbles waiting. It was in that moment I knew this was not a random encounter; this was destiny that would not end quickly... Innocent Seduction. **Disclaimer: The characters in this story are over the age of eighteen, and are not real. Any likeness to anyone in the really real world is just coincidence. Thanks.** It was early in the morning when Jamie woke up. There wasn't any reason to be awake, she just was. Slipping out of her bed, her slender frame clad only in an oversized t-shirt - one of her Daddy's shirts, in fact - she crept down the stairs, not wanting to disturb her parents. As she headed towards the kitchen, she heard the television in the den still on, playing quietly. Curious, Jamie detoured to the den, peeking in. She saw her father laying on the oversized couch, watching a movie. Smiling, Jamie stepped into the room and went over to the couch to lay down with him, snuggling up close. "Jamie? What are you doing awake, baby?" he asked, surprised as he shifted to make room for her, looking down at her. Jamie shrugged and reached up to grab the quilt off the back of the couch, pulling it down to cover them both up as she snuggled in close against his broad chest, looking at the TV. "Couldn't sleep." She yawned a bit and turned her head to look up at him, smiling some. "Can I lay here with you for a little while 'til I get sleepy again?" Steven groaned inwardly as his daughter's young frame pressed tightly against his, closing his eyes for a moment. He let out a soft breath, nodding slightly to her. It was all right, she just wanted to cuddle, he could do that. Smiling again, Jamie shifted once more, settling in against him, her t-shirt tugging up somewhat as she squirmed herself into place. Jamie was a beautiful girl with light brown hair, smooth, lightly-tanned skin, slender legs and hips, a tiny waist and full, perky breasts. Steven had only just recently realized what a beautiful woman his daughter was turning out to be, and it had been driving him to distraction, to the point that he'd taken to avoiding her as much as he could. He couldn't have the bad thoughts that had been plaguing him. This had hurt Jamie, and he knew it, but he didn't know what else to do. Tonight though, he couldn't turn her away. Not again. He'd have sent her away in tears and he couldn't bear to see her cry. Jamie watched the movie that was on TV, sighing softly and contentedly as she cuddled close to her Daddy again. She loved the way that he smelled, and how strong he felt, it made her feel safe. She didn't understand why it was he'd been pushing her away so much lately, but it didn't matter now, because he was cuddling her just like he used to when she was a little girl. On the TV, the movie moved into a pretty intense love scene, and Jamie watched with avid interest. She was pretty naive when it came to boys and the things they did with girls, even though she had heard some of the other girls at school talking about it. She shifted slightly when she felt that strange warmth stirring in her lower stomach, and licked her lips. Then she felt something else unusual, something hard pressing against her from behind. Oh yes, she knew what -that- was, but... was her Daddy supposed to do that? It didn't matter, it made the warmth in her belly grow more, and she bit down on her lip, keeping her eyes fixed on the television. Steven watched the movie, groaning again as things start to steam up on the screen. Unable to help the arousal he felt between the movie and the feeling of Jamie pressed against him, his cock ached as it pressed against her rear. It was all he could do not to grind himself shamelessly against her. His hand, however, had a mind of it's own it seemed, as it slid up the outside of her thigh slowly, pushing her t-shirt up more until it came to rest on her narrow hip, his fingers curling over the inside curve of her hip, only the thin cotton material of her panties seperating his fingers from her sensitive flesh. Sighing quietly, Jamie licked her lips and pressed back against him, swallowing hard. She wasn't sure they should be doing this, in fact, she was pretty sure they -weren't- supposed to touch like this, but... his hand felt so nice, and he was so big and warm. Besides, Daddy wouldn't do anything to hurt her, right? When she pressed back against him, Steven knew it was over, there was no way he could stop himself now. Pressing his lips together, his hand moved from her hip to down between her legs, where he then started to tease her clit lightly through her panties as he pressed his erection against her. Licking his lips, he lowered his head to nuzzle at her neck, sighing her name softly against her smooth skin. Jamie whimpered, jerking slightly in surprise as his fingers found their way between her legs, shifting as she opened her legs more, the pleasure more intense than anything she'd ever felt before in her life, excluding even when she would touch herself down there. She rocked her hips back against him, biting down hard on her lip as she still stared at the TV, moaning in needful pleasure. Her body quickly built to orgasm from her Daddy's skilled fingers, causing Steven to have to pull his hand away after a moment, just before she shuddered into release. He nipped gently at her neck as he took ahold of her panties to pull them down off of her hips. Jamie shifted slightly to help getting the underwear off, and Steven let out a low groan when his fingers first brushed over the smooth, firm and soft skin of her ass. He gripped her hip hard and pressed himself against her, his fingers tightening on her when he heard her soft gasp and whimper of pleasure. He shifted slightly, his hand sliding up under her t-shirt to cup one of her breasts, pinching and teasing the nipple as he moved his mouth close to her ear, whispering hoarsely. "Jamie... we have to be quiet - your mother is upstairs. But I want you, baby... tell me that you want your Daddy, too, Jamie. I won't go any further if you tell me you don't want me to." Jamie arched her back as his hand closed on her breast, gasping sharply for breath. When he whispered into her ear she shuddered and nodded quickly, swallowing hard before whispering breathlessly. "Please, Daddy. I want it, too... so much I'm aching. Please fuck me with your big cock, Daddy..." She didn't really know if he liked the dirty talk like that, but the girls at school said boys liked that sort of thing, so she figured she would try it. It seemed to work, her Daddy groaned and covered her mouth with his hand before he slammed himself into her, taking her by surprise. She yelped against his hand as a white hot rush of pain burned between her legs, her eyes widening as she realized he'd just taken her virginity. Jamie felt his other arm wrap tightly around her waist, pulling her back against him, holding her close as he stayed still inside her, letting her adjust to his considerable size. After a few moments the rush of pain faded away and there was a dull, throbbing pleasure where he filled her up, something like she'd never felt before. She moaned softly against his hand and started to move her hips slightly against him. Steven kept his jaw clenched tightly as he stayed quiet and still, waiting patiently as he could on her to adjust to him. He couldn't believe how tight and hot she was, and it took every bit of his willpower to not start ramming into her for all he was worth, his body trembling with the effort to remain still. When she started to move against him, he gasped and buried his face in her neck, groaning quietly as he tightened his arms around her. Keeping his hand pressed firmly against her mouth, he began to move with her, slowly at first, but as she adjusted to him he moved faster with short, quick thrusts into her, unable to move too much due to their location on the couch. Jamie trembled in his arms as he started to move inside her, grinding her hips back eagerly against him, trying to get him to go deeper. She whimpered in quiet pleasure, thankful for his hand being over her mouth to keep her that way. The tension in her lower belly was building up rapidly, and she started to move more desperately against him, her moans into his hand growing more distressed as she neared the edge of her release. Sensing her impending release, Steven redoubled his efforts, panting for breath, finding it hot and damp against her skin as his arms tightened around her still more. Hard and fast with those short strokes, he continued to take her, jaw clenched tightly against his own moans, forcing himself to stay silent. After only a few more moments of this, he gasped sharply, his hips bucking hard against her as his cock spasmed deep inside her, letting loose his seed as he came, unyielding. His orgasm triggered her own, and Jamie bit down on the inside of his hand as she came, writhing back against him, her muscles spasming tightly around him, drawing him into her as deeply as possible, milking him. Both of them panting for breath, their skin slick with sweat, they lay entwined still on the couch, their hearts pounding as the movie played on. Upstairs, there were sounds of movement - Jamie's mother could be heard coming down the stairs. Licking his lips, Steven looked back to the movie while Jamie ducked her head, closing her eyes and pretending to be asleep, doing her best to keep her breathing steady. Her mother stopped in the doorway, the same way Jamie had, and looked over the father and daughter seemingly snuggling under the quilt on the couch. She smiled softly as Steven looked up at her. "You guys look comfortable." Steven nodded slightly, his cock still buried deep in Jamie, twitching. He smiled to his wife and replied, "She couldn't sleep, so she came out here to lay down for awhile. I didn't wake you with the movie, did I?" He spoke quietly, so as not to "wake" the sleeping girl on the couch with him, and his wife shook her head, smiling softly. "No. I just needed to get a drink of water, then I'm going back to bed." With that, she moved out of the doorway of the den, going to the kitchen to get said drink, then back upstairs, leaving Jamie and Steven in peace. Once she's gone, Jamie opens her eyes and looks up at him, smiling softly. He brushes her hair back from her face and leans down, kissing her softly on the lips. She returns the kiss, then snuggles down in his arms with a contented sigh. Closing her eyes once more, Jamie quickly falls asleep, in her father's arms, with his cock still buried deep inside her. Innocent Seduction It had been an incredibly long drive into a part of the country I had hoped never to set foot in. The weather was cold, incredibly so for my Southern bones. Had I my way, I would be basking in the sun, sipping cold drinks with frilly little umbrellas off some beach in Florida. But, like the fool I was, I had decided to do a cross country trip for no other reason than I could. I had decided to stop here because you were here and I had hoped to meet and catch up on old times. I had run the idea past you and, to my surprise, you seemed amenable to the idea. Had I stopped to think about it, I would have realized how bad an idea it truly was, how much potential for disaster it could lead to. But, if the truth be told, I never could think too clearly where you involved. I had made a lot of mistakes in my life but, despite what many others would have thought had they known the truth, I never once considered you one of them. I parked at the hotel that you recommended. After I checked in and went to my room, I tossed my bags into a chair and laid down on the bed. It had been a tiring drive and, like the fool I was beginning to believe I was, I had made the drive straight, stopping only for gas. I grabbed the phone and called up a restaurant and ordered delivery. Thirty minutes or so later I woke to a knock at the door, not realizing I had allowed myself to fall asleep. Shaking myself and grabbing my wallet, I headed to the door, not remembering when I had removed my shirt. Opening the door, expecting to see the delivery man, I was surprised to see you instead. There you stood, even prettier than I remembered, and I had a damn good memory for these things, in a thin dress and a smile, my food hanging over your shoulder. You looked me up and down, your smile never slipping but a mischievous twinkle lighting up in your eyes. And there I stood, no shit and my belt undone, unbuttoned. A quick glance is all it took to show I wore no underwear. I shook my head in embarrassment and stood aside to invite you in. You laughed as you sauntered in, your body swaying in a way that should have sent warning bells through my mind but, as usual where you were concerned, I was blind to the warnings. You placed the food down and gave me a hug, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek. The heat from your lips sent a shiver through me and my body responded. You glanced down and giggled, blushing slightly. You gestured for me to eat and we started talking, catching up on old times, telling stories of the new times. You sat on the edge of the bed, crossing your legs on occasion. I tried to keep my eyes on yours, but the hem of your dress kept riding up, distracting me. Finally, you looked down at your watch and sighed. It was time for you to go. I sighed slightly, myself, on partly in disappointment. We stood and hugged again. We moved to kiss each other on the cheek, but a slight miscue in angles ended with us kissing each other on the lips. You blushed and laughed. With a farewell, you said you would be by later for dinner and drinks. I watched you leave and a dark thought crossed my mind. Within moments, that dark thought formulated into a plan. I knew it was wrong, but you always clouded my mind. With a grunt to myself, I set about making my plans. You arrived a few hours later at the restaurant we had agreed on. You wore a dress similar to the one you wore before, but this one seemed to show off your magnificent body much better than the last. You seemed a bit nervous as you sat, waiting for me to arrive. And then I walked in. My long hair was pulled back, tied neatly out of the way. I had shaved and trimmed the wild growth of my facial hair. While I had not worn anything fancy, simply dark jeans with a large belt buckle, a black button up shirt and black cowboy boots, I was dressed up nicer than you had ever seen before. As I sat down, I passed along to you a single red rose. You blushed again as I smiled and complimented your outfit. As dinner progressed, I ensured that your wine glass stayed full. I did not want you drunk, but I did want you off balance. After dinner, we talked some more and I mentioned that I had a present for you in the room. At first you were reluctant, unsure of whether you should go with me or not. With a wicked grin I said that the choice was yours, that if you desired your gift all you had to do was meet me in the room. Then I got up and left, having ensured the check was paid long before. You sat there, at the table, considering what to do. Finally, you decided, with the help of the wine, to see what gift was awaiting you. You quickly drove to the hotel, it wasn't that far away, and once again knocked on my door. I opened the door and ushered you in. You gasped as you saw the room lit solely by dozens of candles, the soft scent of jasmine filling the room. You walked in and turned to face me, a sheepish smile on your face. I walked over to my computer and hit a button. Soft music filled the room. Taking your hand, I asked you to dance. Your body molded to mine as we danced slowly. I wasn't a very good dancer but, at that moment, it truly did not matter. I leaned into you, kissing your lips softly. The surprise of my boldness, at first, kept you from responding. But then you pulled your head back and protested, weakly. The way you held your body close to mine, though, urged me to continue. I kissed you again, now slowly beginning to remove your dress from your body. You protested again, but only with words, helping me at times to remove all your clothes and beginning to remove mine. I laid you down on the bed once you were finally naked, savoring the view of your elegant beauty. Unable to resist any longer, I slid myself down and began to kiss the soft skin between your legs, sliding my lips and tongue along your inner thighs and lips. You moaned as I explored you, my tongue flashing along your sensitive skin, building you up. When I felt you could last no more, I sucked the sensitive bud of your clit in between my lips and slid a finger into you. I was very pleased to feel how tight you were. And then you exploded. I maintained my actions, refusing to quit until you begged me to. Which you soon did. You pulled me up by my hair and kissed me, savoring your own taste upon my lips. You guided my hardness into you, sighing as I slowly slid in. I began to move in and out slowly, softly, wishing to savor each moment of contact with you. But you needed more. You wanted more. You ground your hips into me, wrapping your legs around me and pulling me in tightly. I knew what you wanted. I began to increase my pace. I thrust in and out of you, each stroke more forceful than the last. Your nails ran down my back, scratching me deeply and you bit into my shoulder. Each action served only to fuel my passion and I pistoned in harder and faster. Finally, you began to quiver as your climax built. You screamed when it finally exploded out of you. The tightening of your inner muscles threw me past the point of no return and I exploded into you, my seed filling you as you writhed beneath me. I collapsed beside you, trying to catch my breath as you kissed me again. Then you sighed and said you had to go home. I wasn't happy with that but knew it was the way it had to be. You got dressed and kissed me again, whispering how you would have to come by again before I left town. I sighed as the door shut behind you, closing my eyes and drifting to sleep. Innocent Seduction Ch. 01 She gasped as his lips moved down from her mouth, leaving a wet trail down her neck to her nipples. Her gasp turned into a moan as he took a nipple in his mouth, her fingers tracing patterns on his back. His hand came up to circle the other nipple while his mouth worked away and she involuntarily arched up against him. Her body was on fire and she craved more contact with his body, wanted to feel his skin, damp with sweat, slide across hers. She pushed up against him and he groaned as she brushed against him. He looked up, grey eyes holding her smouldering hazel gaze. He brought himself up and thrust into her. She cried out, her legs wrapping around him, bringing her hips up to meet his. Both gasped and sweat mingled as he kept up the slow, steady strokes. She could feel the tightness in her stomach building up and she brought his head down for a searing kiss. "Connor" she gasped, about to climax. ***** Kat opened her eyes, groaned and pulled the covers over her head. "Damn birds have no thought for things that like sleeping past seven in the morning. I can't even orgasm in my dreams" She groused, stumbling out of bed and towards the bathroom across the hall. Another girl walked out just as Kat was about to enter. "Morning sleepy head" she said cheerfully, "You are as bad as the birds" Kat accused and closed the bathroom door behind her. "Grump." Anna replied, "I left some batter out if you want a waffle before class and there's syrup in the cupboard. I gotta run, I'll see ya in the evening babe" she chirped, and with that she was out the door. Kat cleaned up, had her breakfast and then ran the ten blocks to class. She arrived just before the profesor, and sat down in her seat, opening her notebook to take notes. ***** Connor Leigh leaned back in his seat, not paying attention to the lecture but instead thinking about Kat. Kaitlyn Rook, he rolled the name around in his head and smiled to himself. He'd never really noticed before, but when she ran into the classroom, her black hair caught up in a messy bun, her cheeks pink from the exertion, and her eyes bright, he payed attention. She came and sat in front of him, getting ready for class and he smiled to himself, a smug all-knowing grin. Her notebooks were full of her writing and she scribbled furiously as the professor talked. Oh, he knew her type--shy and smart, naive and innocent. His eyes grew hard; she was exactly what he needed to show Amanda that he didn't need her--that she was the one who needed him. Yeah, Kaitlyn would do. ***** Kat glanced at the clock again. She loved Professor Dralkin dearly, but he was going to make her miss her bus and then she'd have no ride home--Anna had left a message saying she had a date, so she'd be home late. Kat grinned to herself, Anna hadn't mentioned any boys in her life recently and Kat would have fun needling her about this new mystery person. The sound of books being slammed shut and woke Kat up from her musings. She bent to retrieve her bag and shoved her stuff into her bag, hurriedly zipping it shut. She was one of the last people left in the classroom and had almost reached the door when she heard her name called by two people. Confusedly, she turned around to see Connor Leigh, the object of her R rated fantasies and Professor Dralkin looking at each other with smiles on their faces. She barely had time to think about Connor calling her name before he shrugged carelessly, said "Never mind, I'll catch ya later" and strolled out the door. Kat's eyes followed him out the door, eyeing his butt before Dralkin cleared his throat. "Yes, well Kaitlyn sorry I just wanted to say that I was very impressed with your work on the virgin blue. It was quite interesting and revealing. I was wondering if you'd care to join me some time for a chat over lunch." Kat stared at him in shock. Her paper was good enough for the Professor to want to take her out to lunch? No way. She opened her mouth as if to say something and then closed it again, her mind still reeling from the shock. Dralkin smiled at Kat, clicked his briefcase shut and walked out the door saying over his shoulder "I'll just let you think it over then...let me know what you decide." And with that he was gone. Kat stood staring into space for a moment before glancing up at the clock and starting violently. She was going to miss her bus. She rushed out of the classroom and sprinted towards the stop ignoring the stares she was getting, but the last bus was long gone. She looked around for someone she knew who might give her a ride but there was no one. She didn't have enough money for a cab, so her only choice was to walk home. It wasn't too far and she walked fast, but with her heavy bag, it would take at least one and a half hours. She sighed and shifted her bag, starting the six mile trek home. She shivered a little, regretting her decision to leave her jacket. If she was lucky, she would get home before it got dark and chilly. Her glance at the gray sky made her really hope she was lucky because she didn't want to be stuck in the middle of a downpour. Three quarters of the way home, the rain started. She knew she should stop and take shelter in a shop but she didn't. She wanted to be home. It was Friday, and she had looked forward to some relaxing time, namely pizza, and a movie. Maybe even a bubble bath. If there had been thunder and lightning, she would have flagged someone down, but it was just a heavy rain, and she trudged on, her clothes soaked. Soon however, it got cold and she started to shiver. Still she refused to stop and take cover. She knew it was stupid, but a little cold rain was no reason to act weak. If nothing else, she was strong, and she had to show it and so she trod on. ***** Connor was walking home from the video store when the rain started. Fortunately, he'd thought to carry his umbrella, so he was not as wet as some people. Like that crazy girl up ahead without an umbrella. Why would anyone do that he wondered. Her shoulders were hunched against the driving rain. She must be freezing, he thought to himself as he noticed the shirt she wore looked pretty thin. Wait, wasn't that the same shirt-- "Kaitlyn!" He shouted, running up to her, "what the hell are you doing in this cold and wet without an umbrella. Jesus, you're shivering" he noted grimly as he grabbed her arm. "Cold," she muttered, her teeth chattering. She had stopped, but her eyes were cast down. He brought his fingers to her chin and gently pushed up so that she was looking into his eyes. His clear gray gaze searching her hazel eyes framed by long black lashes, innocent and vulnerable. Connor didn't have time to wonder what she was thinking or what he was doing before he'd said "Come on, I live here, just come up and we'll get you warm and you can go home when the rain stops." He led the way into his apartment building and towards the elevators. He was about to enter the elevator when he noticed that Kat still stood by the doors, her gaze uncertain and confused. He strode back to her and without a word swept her into his arms. Kat's arms went around his neck, her head turned into his fleece, where it was warm. He carried her up to his apartment easily--even with her sodden clothes and book bag, she was fairly light. He fumbled slightly with the lock, but succeeded and kicked the door closed behind him. He threw her bag aside and carried her towards his bedroom, where his bathroom was. Entering the bathroom, he flicked on the light, turned on the hot water and sat her on the toilet seat. Kat looked up at him, understanding in her eyes, and he stood up. "Go on and take a nice, hot shower. You can borrow some of my clothes, and you can use one of the towels on the rack." He left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He stopped for a moment to listen and make sure everything was all right. Sure enough, he heard her moving around and he leaned back against the door, his eyes closed in relief. After a moment he moved towards his closet and changed into drier clothes--he'd become wet after carrying her. He ran a hand through his slightly long, damp black hair, ruffling it with a sigh and walked to the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge. He collapsed onto a couch, and stared at the beer in his hands, his thoughts clearly elsewhere. What had possessed him to bring her up here? Why hadn't he just hailed a cab for her? All I wanted was for Amanda to see me with her. I didn't want to actively date her or anything. But something had happened when he had seen her eyes. She had seen so lost and confused, bringing out his protective streak. He didn't want to hurt her, he thought to himself, no, if anything I need to protect her from what Amanda is capable of when jealous. "Hi," a soft voice brought him out of his thoughts. She was wearing her hair in a towel, a pair of his boxers and a sweatshirt. She should not be allowed to look sexy like that. "Hey, you feeling warmer? I have a pair of sweatpants..." "I'm fine thanks." She glided over and flopped onto the couch. "I can't believe I was so stupid. I'm gonna have a terrible cold and I bet you all my books are ruined." she sighed. Connor grinned at her, and her stomach did flips "Now you have an excuse to not do homework. What are you complaining about? Anyway, what were you doing out there?" Kat glanced at him and reddened slightly, "I....erm....that is....I was walking home because Professor Dralkin made me miss the last bus and I thought I could get home before it rained" she said sheepishly. Connor's eyebrows rose "how far is home?" "Six miles more or less" she replied hesitantly. Connor frowned. "I must have misheard you. Or maybe I was under the mistaken assumption that you had some common sense. You are, after all, top in our class, but that must be a different Kaitlyn." Connor looked at Kat, expecting to see her looking down or blushing, but instead she was grinning, her eyes sparkling. "Are you insulting my intelligence Mr. Leigh?" Connor was slightly taken aback. I thought she was supposed to be quiet and shy he thought, but he quickly replied, "Why I suppose I am...planning on doing something about it?" The only warning he got was a flash as she grabbed the pillow she was leaning on and hit him with it. "Hey! What was that for?!" "Only trying to knock some manners into you. Hasn't anyone told you that's no way to talk to a lady?" "Well lookit here, I got me a feisty one." He drawled. But Connor was grinning. He was interupted by a loud noise from Kat's stomach. "Have you eaten dinner?" At Kat's negative, he jumped up and said, well, let's order a pizza--come to think of it, I'm starving. But Kat's smile vanished and she stood up quickly, stumbling slightly. "Oh I should head home, thanks for um, saving me, um....I'll just get my stuff." "Kaitlyn? What are you talking about? It's pouring, and from the weather report I heard earlier, it's gonna start storming. Why don't you just stay the night. You can have the bed, tomorrow's Saturday. Or do you have plans?" Despite his light tone, Connor was taken aback by Kat's sudden withdrawal, but determined to make her stay--he had no plans for the night, and she was intriguing. Kat looked out the window, what am I getting myself into? I'll just be disappointed argued the reasonable part of her brain. But why not enjoy what I can. Besides, he's right, there's no way I can go home in this weather. Alice won't worry, but I can leave a message just in case. Finally she looked at Connor who was waiting for her reply. "Fine. But only if we get pepperoni pizza and cinnastix and spicy buffalo wings." Connor grinned that sexy grin that gave Kat butterflies, "Great, I got some movies so we can eat and watch and then crash" He threw the bag of movies at Kat, which she caught easily and upended on the couch as he turned away to order the pizza. "Sounds like a party! Oh by the way, Connor?" "Yeah?" "It's Kat." "Right, I'll remember that." ***** Kat laughed so hard she toppled off the couch, making Connor's chuckle turn into a full out laugh. They were watching the last of three movies and had eaten all the food. Connor was astounded; Kat had eaten as much as he had--she was one of the few girls he'd seen eat, let alone eat that much unhealthy food. Connor stuck a hand out to help her back onto the couch, but instead of her ending up on the couch, he somehow found himself on the floor. He looked so confused and cute that Kat started laughing again. She was having such a good time, and he looked like he was enjoying himself too. They ended up pulling the pillows and blankets onto the floor and continuing the movie curled up on the floor. A few hours later, Connor awoke to find a small figure cuddled up to him, his arm around it. It took him a minute to realize it was Kat, but when he did, he smiled contentedly, still half-asleep, inhaled her clean, fresh scent and pulled her closer so that her head was tucked under his chin. His last thought before he fell asleep again was that Amanda was sure to be jealous--and with good reason too because no one had ever surprised him so much before. Innocent Seduction Ch. 02 Connor really didn't want to get up. He was so comfortable snuggled up, a warm body pressed against him, the scent of lavender tantalized his nose and he buried it deeper into her hair. Connor's eyes jerked open. Girl. There was a girl in his bed. Wait. Apparently not his bed. The night before came back to him, and he relaxed, pulling Kat closer to him. The movement woke her up. She blinked sleepily at the chest in front of her eyes, a clean, male scent filling her nose and she pushed her nose into the shirt inhaling deeply and then sneezing before bolting upright. She looked beautiful and sexy in his sweatshirt, her hair tousled and her hazel eyes filled with worry and confusion. "Morning" he said softly, smiling gently. Kat worried at her lower lip with her teeth, her arms wrapped around herself finally stuttering, "Hi, um sorry...I, um, I didn't mean to...I...d-d-don't know....I'm...I-I should go...um...sorry" She slumped onto the couch, bringing her knees up and hugging them to her chest. Connor would've laughed at her if he hadn't noticed how hard she was shivering. Instead, he frowned, a crease appearing between his brows. He grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around her, settling on the couch and pulling her close to share his body heat. "You're shivering," he murmured against her hair. "And your forehead's hot. You're not leaving in this condition my dear." So saying, he stood up with Kat bundled in his arms, and carried her to his bed. He lay her down gently, and tucked her under the covers, his hand tenderly smoothing her hair. Kat was too cold and tired to think, so she assumed she imagined the tenderness and care she saw in his eyes. She snuggled under the covers, curled up, and promptly fell asleep. Connor studied her for a moment, struck by her innocence. He was jerked out of his reverie by a noise that sounded like a phone ringing. It was coming from the main room, so he left Kat alone for a moment. The sound stopped for a moment and then started again. It seemed to be emanating from Kat's backpack. After rummaging around for a second, Connor found the phone. He flipped it open, "Hello?" "Ohmigod Kat where are you? I mean, are you ok? You always call but I got home and you weren't here and your bed hadn't been slept in and I was so worried after last night's downpour and you didn't call or leave a note or anything and..." Connor wasn't quite sure how to stop the flood so he just interrupted "Um, sorry, Kat's sleeping, uhh..." "Wait, you're not Kat? Where is she? Who are you? What have you done with my friend?" This last was spoken slightly hysterically but then there was a pause and it sounded like someone was taking a deep breath. "Ok sorry, lemme try that again. I'm Anna, Kat's roommate. What happened yesterday?" Connor smiled, introduced himself, and proceeded to inform Anna of the previous day's events, "...and now she's sick, so I think it's best if she stays here until she's better...It's no problem for me since I didn't have plans this weekend or anything, my roommate's out of town, and I know that moving her is unnecessary and might make her fever worse. I can take care of her, so you really don't need to worry anyway." "Are you sure? Because that's really nice of you and my cousins are in town so it's super helpful. Um, I believe you and everything cause you sound reasonable, but can I just talk to her for a minute?" "She's sleeping, but you have a point, one sec," Connor padded to his bedroom to get Kat, "Hey Kat, it's Anna on the phone, she just wants to make sure you're okay." Kat opened her eyes tiredly and blinked at Connor before poking and arm out from the covers and taking the phone. "'Lo?" "Hey babe, I just talked to Connor...you're gonna fill me in on everything once you feel better. Speaking of which, how do ya feel?" "Terrible." Kat mumbled. "Well, you can stay at Connor's and I'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon all right? He offered to take care of you...is that okay with you?" "Uh huh." "Bye then...feel better." "Bye." Kat hung up and handed the phone back to Connor and went back to sleep. Connor put the phone away and then went to the kitchen. He got some Advil, a glass of water, and some Gatorade and brought it all back to the bedroom. He got Kat up again, sitting her up against the headboard and gave her some Advil to wash down with the water and then made her drink some Gatorade before letting her curl up again. He looked down at her uncertainly. She looked so lonely and vulnerable; the sight tugged at his heart and with a sigh he lay down on the bed pulling her towards him to warm her up a little. Before long, he too had fallen asleep. ***** The rest of the day had passed in a blur for both of them. Kat was too tired to think about her luck, and Connor did all he could to help her feel better. He'd been pretty nice for someone who'd never noticed her before. His attentiveness disarmed Kat and she let down her defenses, allowing him to take care of her. That night, her fever had gone up and she'd had the nightmares but he'd woken her up and soothed her until she fell asleep again, snug and safe in his arms. When Anna picked her up the following afternoon, Kat was wearing a pair of Connor's sweatpants and one of his undershirts--two items which she had no intention of ever returning partly because they were so comfortable and because they smelled like him. Kat went home and straight to bed, but right before she fell asleep, she remembered the look Connor and she had shared before she'd said goodbye. It had been intimate; a secret between the two of them, the knowledge that things were different now. She fell asleep with a smile on her face. Innocent Seduction Ch. 03 Connor really didn't want to get up. He was so comfortable snuggled up, a warm body pressed against him, the scent of lavender tantalized his nose and he buried it deeper into her hair. Connor's eyes jerked open. Girl. There was a girl in his bed. Wait. Apparently not his bed. The night before came back to him, and he relaxed, pulling Kat closer to him. The movement woke her up. She blinked sleepily at the chest in front of her eyes, a clean, male scent filling her nose and she pushed her nose into the shirt inhaling deeply and then sneezing before bolting upright. She looked beautiful and sexy in his sweatshirt, her hair tousled and her hazel eyes filled with worry and confusion. "Morning" he said softly, smiling gently. Kat worried at her lower lip with her teeth, her arms wrapped around herself finally stuttering, "Hi, um sorry...I, um, I didn't mean to...I...d-d-don't know....I'm...I-I should go...um...sorry" She slumped onto the couch, bringing her knees up and hugging them to her chest. Connor would've laughed at her if he hadn't noticed how hard she was shivering. Instead, he frowned, a crease appearing between his brows. He grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around her, settling on the couch and pulling her close to share his body heat. "You're shivering," he murmured against her hair. "And your forehead's hot. You're not leaving in this condition my dear." So saying, he stood up with Kat bundled in his arms, and carried her to his bed. He lay her down gently, and tucked her under the covers, his hand tenderly smoothing her hair. Kat was too cold and tired to think, so she assumed she imagined the tenderness and care she saw in his eyes. She snuggled under the covers, curled up, and promptly fell asleep. Connor studied her for a moment, struck by her innocence. He was jerked out of his reverie by a noise that sounded like a phone ringing. It was coming from the main room, so he left Kat alone for a moment. The sound stopped for a moment and then started again. It seemed to be emanating from Kat's backpack. After rummaging around for a second, Connor found the phone. He flipped it open, "Hello?" "Ohmigod Kat where are you? I mean, are you ok? You always call but I got home and you weren't here and your bed hadn't been slept in and I was so worried after last night's downpour and you didn't call or leave a note or anything and..." Connor wasn't quite sure how to stop the flood so he just interrupted "Um, sorry, Kat's sleeping, uhh..." "Wait, you're not Kat? Where is she? Who are you? What have you done with my friend?" This last was spoken slightly hysterically but then there was a pause and it sounded like someone was taking a deep breath. "Ok sorry, lemme try that again. I'm Anna, Kat's roommate. What happened yesterday?" Connor smiled, introduced himself, and proceeded to inform Anna of the previous day's events, "...and now she's sick, so I think it's best if she stays here until she's better...It's no problem for me since I didn't have plans this weekend or anything, my roommate's out of town, and I know that moving her is unnecessary and might make her fever worse. I can take care of her, so you really don't need to worry anyway." "Are you sure? Because that's really nice of you and my cousins are in town so it's super helpful. Um, I believe you and everything cause you sound reasonable, but can I just talk to her for a minute?" "She's sleeping, but you have a point, one sec," Connor padded to his bedroom to get Kat, "Hey Kat, it's Anna on the phone, she just wants to make sure you're okay." Kat opened her eyes tiredly and blinked at Connor before poking and arm out from the covers and taking the phone. "'Lo?" "Hey babe, I just talked to Connor...you're gonna fill me in on everything once you feel better. Speaking of which, how do ya feel?" "Terrible." Kat mumbled. "Well, you can stay at Connor's and I'll pick you up tomorrow afternoon all right? He offered to take care of you...is that okay with you?" "Uh huh." "Bye then...feel better." "Bye." Kat hung up and handed the phone back to Connor and went back to sleep. Connor put the phone away and then went to the kitchen. He got some advil, a glass of water, and some gatorade and brought it all back to the bedroom. He got Kat up again, sitting her up against the headboard and gave her some advil to wash down with the water and then made her drink some gatorade before letting her curl up again. He looked down at her uncertainly. She looked so lonely and vulnerable; the sight tugged at his heart and with a sigh he lay down on the bed pulling her towards him to warm her up a little. Before long, he too had fallen asleep. ***** The rest of the day had passed in a blur for both of them. Kat was too tired to think about her luck, and Connor did all he could to help her feel better. He'd been pretty nice for someone who'd never noticed her before. His attentiveness disarmed Kat and she let down her defenses, allowing him to take care of her. That night, her fever had gone up and she'd had the nightmares but he'd woken her up and soothed her until she fell asleep again, snug and safe in his arms. When Anna picked her up the following afternoon, Kat was wearing a pair of Connor's sweatpants and one of his undershirts--two items which she had no intention of ever returning partly because they were so comfortable and because they smelled like him. Kat went home and straight to bed, but right before she fell asleep, she remembered the look Connor and she had shared before she'd said goodbye. It had been intimate; a secret between the two of them, the knowledge that things were different now. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.