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The Ice Princess

By: Venus_Lover



Brandon Colebrooke III and Catherine DeVries Vandermere were independently wealthy and famous in their own right. They didn't know each other personally, even though they attended the same college. However, Brandon and Catherine would soon find they had a lot in common as their lives became intertwined through a mysterious series of incidents. 

At twenty years old, Brandon was on top of his game and had accomplished everything he had put his mind to. Well, everything that is, except for one thing — he hadn't yet found his soul mate. 

He was an all-star athlete, best of his junior class at a prestigious Ivy League college, in great shape, and looked like the many million dollars he was worth. He was the dream man of every young lady. 

And the women were all over him. He could have any one of them he desired, but that was the problem really. Brandon could not find his dream girl amongst the endless stream of gorgeous girls that continuously threw themselves at him. Fantastic though they were, none of them did much for Brandon. Sure, he had lots of incredible sex and it was great getting it on with so many stunning women, but something was always missing. 

Brandon Colebrooke III had all the pedigree that came with his name. Suffice it to say he was filthy rich, but had chosen to spurn his trust fund and work his way through college, just to prove something to himself and his cold-hearted father. Most of his personal fortune was invested and under his control, but he still kept within a tight budget for his school expenses, doing his best not to touch these investments. This had quite a sobering effect on Brandon.

One day as he walked back to his apartment after football practice in the late afternoon, he saw an extremely attractive young lady who intrigued him very much. She was about nineteen or twenty years old and seemed very prim and quite well dressed. She moved with an assured elegance, not paying any attention to the many other students about. Brandon immediately understood she was an exemplary person.

He noticed that she seemed very confident of herself and had a definite air of high breeding. As he followed her, she approached a white Mercedes, where a chauffeur opened the door for her and sped off. 

'Now this is most interesting,' he thought. She was both gorgeous and mysterious. He had to know who this intriguing young lady was. She seemed to be a student at the college, for she was carrying books and a folio of some sort. As he continued his walk, he vowed to find out who she was.

He methodically set about searching for information about this young beauty but only drew blanks. After some days, he saw her again as she was leaving the Art Department, where inquiries revealed that she was "The Catherine Vandermere," the only child of the richest and most respected alumni of the college. 

She was referred to as 'The Princess,' or more often and appropriately, "The Ice Princess," due to her prissy, and allegedly nasty, nature. It appeared that she was as rich as Brandon - perhaps even more so. No one, it seemed, had ever been able to befriend her, much less woo her. 

Catherine was a loner, arriving and disappearing without any interaction with the other students. She seemed very isolated in her pristine world of high society and wealthy aristocracy. Of course Brandon was very familiar with that territory. Yet, he was fascinated by this fine young lady and was determined to get to know her. His objective was to intertwine his life with hers seamlessly, and somehow attract her with his charms. She certainly appeared worthy of his attention. 

This was the very sort of challenge that Brandon loved. He was someone important and famous, a campus celebrity, and of course filthy rich. But he didn't want to play off that, for he wanted to win her by his personal qualities. He was so tired of the endless beauties who threw themselves at his feet simply because of who he was, without really knowing anything about him.

First, he hired a very discrete private detective to accumulate every morsel of information about this beautiful young lady. When Brandon received the dossier on her, he was amazed to find out how down to earth she was in spite of her incredible wealth. 

Catherine Vandermere Age 20, single, no boyfriends, an only child. Parents Vanessa and Roderick Vandermere, net worth 890 million dollars Businesses owned by Catherine: Crown Hotel chain, Burness Real Estate, Topica Mall & other businesses hidden by proxy, net worth 250 million dollars Sports & hobbies: Riding, tennis (not actively) and a great passion for art College: Junior Art major at Coolidge University, minor in economics, 3.5 grade average Job: works part time for The Art Barn four days a week, three hours a day. Friends: none. She maintains a very private life and only associates with the managers of her businesses.

Many more details were given in the report.

It seemed she was a very balanced, yet discrete young lady. She always avoided the public eye, even though she was involved in so many things that brought attention. She appeared to have all good qualities, and beneath the princess exterior she was surprisingly normal. It was just that not many knew her at all, and even fewer knew what she was really like. People in such ideal material circumstances are all too often spoiled by it. 

Brandon's PI's research revealed that she used her immense wealth to shield herself from the influence of the faults of other rich persons, rather than indulge in their false lifestyle. She remained unaffected by her wealth and position and kept herself very aloof. Yet, quite concerned that several prospective suitors whom she dated a few times were actually attracted to her wealth more than herself, she snubbed most advances with her ice-like exterior personality. Brandon realized that knowing so much about her gave him a very large advantage over her. He looked forward to the challenge of attracting her.

Greatly intrigued by her person and profile, he paid the detective handsomely and requested more information, wanting to know her every thought, desire, and habit. Such information was only forthcoming to the most expert detective, yet it was priceless indeed.

Besides working several afternoons each week at a nearby art gallery, to facilitate her love of art, she was majoring in art at his college, only taking a light load of courses and a few art lessons a week. This was quite a relaxed schedule; it seemed that she indulged herself at a leisurely pace. 

The research pointed out only very positive things about her and Brandon thought that this was too good to be true; can she really be this perfect? There must be something wrong with her; she must have some dark secrets, some skeletons. Everyone has something they are hiding, don't they?

He again paid the detective handsomely and requested him to find out about her sex life and any and all details in her life. She was too self-assured and satisfied to be going without sexual fulfillment and he was more than a little curious to find out all about this very private side of her life. 

Did she have a boyfriend, did she masturbate, and did she purchase porno videos, or even pay for sex? Indeed he found out, for the detective soon hit pay dirt.

He told Brandon that she only had a few real dates in many years, but used a very discrete and elite escort service for social functions. This escort service was extremely difficult to penetrate, since their client's most demanding requirement was discretion and their reputation had been maintained impeccably. 

Brandon told his detective that he would pay any amount to find out more about her usage of this escort service and that the detective could use his name and reputation as insurance that the information would never be revealed; it was for his personal use only. 

He also told the detective the reason for his inquiries; that he was interested in Catherine romantically and only wanted to know everything about her for that reason, period. His detective knew just how to work with this information to get what he needed. He obtained the information rather quickly, much to Brandon's surprise. 

The escorts were all very carefully screened and chosen for their good qualities and discretion and were therefore paid extremely well. They were strictly a legitimate escort service and any sexual favors were between the clients and the escort, and this was kept totally confidential between them. The escort service made it very clear that they never involved in this side of their client's affairs. 

Our detective interviewed two of the escorts whom Catherine used more regularly. Indeed, after much effort and huge bribes, it was revealed that she did use these escorts occasionally for sex. She did not use them often and did not abuse this facility. 

She simply used them occasionally for relief of her sexual needs, a fairly risk less proposal. Each of the escorts did reveal that she was quite an amazing woman and their sex with her was incredible. She left them in great anticipation of further encounters with her. They said she was quite a tigress; devouring them and demanding great stamina. He also found that she had experimented sexually with other women, although she didn't take it very far. 

It was all good news, for she was quite normal in her sexual habits also. It was nothing really surprising, except that she was more of a turn on than Brandon would have thought. This was even better information. Brandon was becoming very attracted to her as he learned more about this very private side of her life.

Reading the first escort's graphic descriptions of his sexual trysts with Catherine, Brandon fell deep into meditation about her. He imagined himself, as the escort had done, slowly pleasuring her most intimate shaved vagina with his tongue. She was so succulent that he could lick her for hours on end, devouring her sexually, relishing every moment. He only hoped that these incredible meditations of his sexual encounters with the princess would actually come true.

He was awakened early one morning by a phone call from his trusty detective, who informed him that he was certain that his investigation was compromised. He said that whomever broke into his office was very professional and left virtually no clues. He didn't say how he knew someone had broken in. He had however noticed that the counter on his zerox machine showed one-hundred and thirty-three copies since the previous day. This he thought was rather curious, as there were one-hundred and thirty pages in Catherine's file, his only current case. 

Nothing was amiss he said, but noted upon further investigation that her file had been shuffled together in a manner he was not responsible for. He said, "The bottom line is that I am fairly certain someone copied the file on Catherine Vandermere. And they went to great pains to hide this from me."

Brandon asked him "Is my name in that file?" 

"Yes, unfortunately it is there on the last page as the client who hired me."

'Oh shit,' he thought. 'What does this mean?'

He didn't have a clue, but was asked to apply all diligence to find out. He did within the day. He told Brandon that Catherine herself had hired another detective to find out who was investigating her and why. 

"Holy shit," he exclaimed out loud, "Now she is checking me out." 

Not what Brandon had in mind, but then again, when he thought carefully he realized that he didn't really have anything to hide. Any investigation of himself would reveal very impressive results, and it was for her eyes only. Perhaps this was what he really wanted and would lead to their meeting, a most attractive thought. 

Brandon chuckled at her ingenuity, wondering where this would lead. Things were really looking very intriguing, as he meditated on the plots of several Bondish heist blockbusters and the somewhat parallel plots to the scenario unfolding in his life. Well, maybe it wasn't quite like that, but it was the most exciting thing that had happened to Brandon in a long time.

As it turned out, Catherine had learned from some friends that there was a very talented, expensive, and discrete detective investigating her. She was appalled that such a thing was happening and wanted to know exactly what was going on. 

She called the best detective in the business and was told that he could not take her case for personal reasons, leading her to think that perhaps he was the one investigating her. She called another equally qualified detective and soon had her information at hand. 

He followed her lead and discovered that his old colleague and good friend was the detective he was looking for, Brandon's PI. 

During an extended lunch followed by many drinks, the two detectives, long time friends, discussed their clients. They soon realized that they had an ideal situation, one which they would both profit greatly from, and it would be great fun in the process. Both clients were filthy rich and only wanted results.

The two detectives had subsequently faked the break in to cover their sharing of information. Catherine was shocked to read the frank and totally piercing look into every intimate aspect of her formerly very discreet private life. 

"Oh, my God, they even know all about my sex life, to the finest detail," she realized. As she read further, she gasped in shock when she read erotic descriptions of her sexual trysts with the escorts she so discretely had sex with. She knew that whomever was collecting this information was no ordinary person. His persistence and thoroughness was astounding and she realized that this stalker knew every lurid detail of her private life. It was very scary for her. At first she felt almost like she had been raped, that she was suddenly standing naked in front of a large audience. It chilled her to the bone and frightened her as she read on.

However, when she reached the last page and read the name of the client, Brandon Colebrooke, she was not only surprised, but greatly relieved. He was "The" Brandon Colebrooke, so well known at her college as one of the most available and desirable men on campus. 

She had never taken any interest in men there, as it was always so entangling and she just didn't want to bother with all the formalities of dating and the inevitable distorted publicity that followed any relationship like the plague. But this Brandon was very interesting and seemed to fulfill her very high standards. She had heard so many good things about him, although she had never paid any attention to them. She was quite relieved that at least it wasn't some stalker weirdo who was investigating her, and her curiosity was piqued.

She asked her detective to supply her equally as much information on Brandon as Brandon had obtained on her. After the two detectives conferred, Brandon's detective decided that it was in his best interest to tell Brandon the exact situation, knowing his generosity would amply compensate him for his forthrightness. 

Brandon was quite intrigued that Catherine had instigated an equally thorough investigation of himself. He only asked his detective that he be supplied the information given to her and it was duly handed to him by his detective. He didn't ask him how he got it, now knowing that he was just too good. 

But he was surprised to read of the quite accurate, yet endless list of beautiful women whom he had shared intimate affairs with. As he read the names and the descriptions of his exploits with these gorgeous women he contemplated their beauty and the many fantastic sexual encounters he had with them. He groaned thinking of so many fine moments of erotic pleasure. He became hard and quite aroused as he meditated on his sexual history, wondering what Catherine would think of this astounding information. Even he was impressed to read his own history. He hadn't realized how many women he had known intimately until reading it in black and white.

Catherine was intrigued to read of Brandon's determined way of life. He was almost as filthy rich as she, yet spurned it to work his way through college and had done an admirable job. Although he was the most sought after man on campus by all the beautiful women, it seemed that he didn't care for them in the least, loving them and leaving them, one after another. 

She had heard of his legendary exploits with women, but when she read the very long list of beautiful women and their intimate relations with Brandon, it was beyond her comprehension. She could hardly believe that he had sex with so many beautiful women and they all wanted more of him. It seemed that he was greater than his very impressive reputation. The report didn't leave a lot to the imagination and she found herself highly aroused as she read the juicy details of Brandon's picture perfect sex life. 'God, doesn't he ever stop?' she thought. But she knew he didn't care for these women; it was probably more like a workout in the gym for him.

Only the first few women are included here:

Veronica Lacey - 20, Junior, Tennis all-star and cheerleader. (Attached photo shows an incredibly beautiful woman). Romanced by Brandon for three weeks. Sex on first date. Veronica's description: Brandon brought me to the Moonlight Club for dinner and dancing. He is so nice, I just fell in love with him and decided right away that I wanted to sleep with him, so that I would at least have that to remember. I know he never takes a girl out more than a few times so I wanted to try and impress him. He did respond to my sexy come-ons, but it didn't last long. He is very impressive and I was very satisfied with him. Unfortunately he didn't call back after a few dates. 

Allison Cooper -- 19, Sophomore, Gymnast and musician. . (Attached photo shows another incredibly beautiful woman). 

Additional descriptions in original document...

Catherine read on that he was very intrigued by challenges and had been long searching for the ideal woman as he burned through so many beauties. Ah, perhaps he was stalking her for his own. She was after all, she had to admit to herself, quite unique and special. And she did have an especially attractive feature, her mysterious and aloof nature. Her reputation as 'The Ice Princess' was well deserved and she knew it would serve her well in this exciting new intrigue. She was definitely a challenge for him. 

She was delighted to read all this intimate information about Brandon and thought that he was certainly worthy of her attention. Her newfound passion for this desirable man possessed her thoughts and dictated her actions. 'This is starting to be really fun,' she thought. 'At last, something out of the ordinary is happening in my life. Perhaps he is a worthy challenge.'

Both Catherine and Brandon patiently waited for the other to make their next move, wondering what and when that would be. As it turned out, the semester break put some time between them and Brandon suddenly acquired a new interest in art. He thought that he would enroll in an art class with her to see if he could get closer to Catherine without being too obvious. 

She was already in several advanced art classes that he could not get into, but she was enrolled for an economics course that he had considered taking. Ok, economics it is and he enrolled. 

He could hardly wait for classes to start, for he was eager to see how she handled herself in front of him. Obviously, she would recognize him from her dossier on him. But how would she react? Would she talk to him? Would she be friendly? These burning questions intrigued him. He arrived early for the first economics class and sat to the side where he could easily observe the entire room. 

She arrived a few minutes before class and he could see her eyes scan the classroom, and then rescan as she realized he was there. She didn't give any indication she saw him, save for a slight, very subtle, knowing smile, her sparkling eyes never stopping on him. 


The Ice Princess



Krulak knew better than to be out when the sky turned to lavender but he'd been in a no win situation. HE could stay the night away from camp and hope to survive the coming storm or he could hope that he could make it the three miles back to his cabin before the storm settled in. Against his better judgement he decided to make the jaunt back to his home. Sure they'd all make fun of him, except the younglings who would praise his bravery. 

It was the elders who still remembered the Old Ways that warned against going out turning the Lavender sky. There was supposedly a monster, a dragon that could disguise itself as a beautiful woman but she was trapped beneath the ice. Except during the Lavender Sky. That was when she could come out. When she came out she would capture any man she could find and if she found him pleasing she'd take him away to but if she didn't she would devour him. 

It was just a story.

The incoming storm was very real and Krulak had never known a man to just disappear into the snow and never be found. They always showed up after the first thaw, he had known men who'd frozen to death thinking they could handle a storm. It wasn't really a choice. He lowered his head and starting putting one foot in front of the other.

The storm was far faster than Krulak had expected, he should have been back at the cabin before it even started snowing but it had crept upon him silently. It was when he was almost exactly halfway between the tiny cave and his cabin that it overtook him. He'd been storms before but nothing like this, it seemed like it was something alive actively working to block his path and confound him at every turn. Krulak grumbled, going back wasn't an option but he could hardly tell which was forward. He only knew that stopping wasn't an option. He might have survived in the cave, he'd have no chance of surviving if he didn't find some kind of shelter.

Time took on a strange pace in the white flurries. He wasn't sure if he'd spent minutes or hours pushing forward in the hopes of finding shelter. There was nothing his footsteps to tell Krulak how much time had passed. It was a frightening sensation to be in the middle of a storm and yet his finger tips felt like they were sizzling. So did his toes. Krulak's legs were starting to get heavy and he was sweating. He wanted to strip down but he knew better. He knew he had to keep pushing on no matter how badly it hurt and how much he wanted to just curl up and rest his eyes for just a bit. 

Then he could see a cabin, it wasn't his. At least he didn't think it was his. His wife, Susan, should have been awake and the fires should have been burning but this cabin looked larger than his but no smoke was rising from the cabin. Maybe it was abandoned. Krulak tried to rack his brain for any empty cabins in the area but he couldn't think of any but he also wasn't sure where he was and he'd die if he didn't find shelter soon. 

The snow was suddenly much more intense blocking his vision enough that he had to walk all the way around the building twice before he could find the door. When he did find the door he had to search for the knob for and when he finally found it he collapsed across the threshold. 

"God I was starting to think you were dead." Krulak wasn't sure how he felt about the fact that he wasn't dead. Everything ached nd he could see anything. He was aware that he was missing his clothing and he was in a bed. Next to someone, someone female. She wasn't Krulak's wife either. His wife wasn't that well endowed and her stomach was softer from child birth. "You barely made it here." Her breath was hot against his shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"I think so." Krulak groaned slightly turning to get a look at her. Never in his life had he seen a woman with skin as fair as hers or hair quite so long and black. "Wow." She blushed in response. "Where am I?"

"My cabin, when you broke in I thought you were a burglar but they don't usually pass out about to freeze to death." She coiled her leg around his waste. Krulak couldn't tell if it was intentional or not but her smooth calf was brushing against his maleness. "I dragged you in here and. . .revived you." 

Krulak was certainly feeling something stirring and coming to life. He wished he could just will it down but she moved her leg just a bit. "I'm sorry what's your name?" Krulak turned his attention to the ceiling, he wasn't sure if he could keep looking into her oddly green eyes. He hadn't decided if they were disturbing or alluring but he knew he had to look away or he'd risk being trapped in there forever.

"My name is Aisizu." She replied. She let her hand move across his chest tracing the remnants of his pecs. He was still in good shape, the deep creases that he'd had before settling down were still there just beneath the surface. "We should make sure your blood flow is proper."

Aisizu had stradled his waist before he fully understood what she was saying. Krulak gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the pliable flesh there. He wanted to believe that he was trying to stop her but he knew he could have pushed harder. He could have said no. He could have done more than moan as the beautiful woman writhed against him. Aisizu locked her eyes on his. "Your blood flow is quite good." She smiled and Krulak swore for a moment he'd seen fangs but that was immediately forgotten by when she pressed her chest to his and started kissing up along his neck 

Any hint of resistance fell out of Krulak when he grabbed her hips and thrust himself as deep into her as he could manage burying his orgasm into her. As soon as the story ended he realized exactly what he was pinned underneath. "Was I pleasing?" Krulak asked his voice shaky.

"What do you think?" Aisizu said her mouth opening impossibly wide.



The Ice Princess & the Business Trip



"So, just as a hypothetical thing, just how much trouble would someone get into if someone, say me as the someone, was to make a pass at you at a time like this?"

"Trouble? What do you mean Al?" Sharon asked, "Men make passes at women all the time, and for the most part we like it. You only get in trouble if you were to be pushy about it if I said no, assuming that I said no. Being as this is a business trip, I would have the right to raise a stink about it when we got back, if you were pushy - and I had said no."

Well, that was a partial answer. I was cleared to ask her to join me in my bed, and she had made it clear that asking it once was all that she would tolerate - if she were to reject the offer. Let me explain how I got into the position of asking her that in the first place. As a technical writer for a large corporation, I don't usually get to travel on the company tab very often. Not long ago the opportunity arose for one of these infrequent trips; a two-day class given by another company in Chicago. In spite of my manager wanting to send another writer on this particular trip with me, a woman I'm not exactly crazy about, I jumped on it.

Now, about the woman who went with me, and to whom I had addressed the question. Sharon is about average height, very thin, and a bit smaller breasted than I like women, but otherwise not exactly hard to look at. Most of the problem with her was her personality. If there were ever a woman who would be the first to yell sex discrimination or sexual harassment, in any department, she would probably do it. In other words, the "boys" had to be a little careful around her. Sharon seemed a little cold and had been referred to from time to time as the "Ice Princess." She really wasn't all that bad, but we did get a little mileage out of that title. She was married, had two kids, and went to church - I assume with her hubby. I rated my chances of getting into her pants on this trip as being somewhere between zip and zero.

The plan of attack for this trip was to leave for Chicago on a Sunday evening, pick up the rental car, and check into the hotel. The next day we would drive over to this other company's site for the class. There were two day's worth of classes. We would be flying back to Denver after class the second day.

We caught an evening flight out of Denver and arrived in Chicago right on time. After claiming our bags, we proceeded to the rental car counter and got the car. Since it was in my name, I would be driving. Not being especially fond of Sharon, I didn't consider this to be a bad thing!

The rest of that night was about what you would expect. We checked into the hotel and agreed to meet in the lobby in the morning just in time to drive over to the class. More for the hell of it than anything, I invited her to join me for a nightcap at the hotel's bar after we got settled in our rooms. To my surprise, she took me up on the offer. We spent well over an hour together in the bar chatting before calling it a night. She presented a completely different side of her that evening, much more friendly and open that she ever was at the office.

Monday was the first day of class. The instructor was a woman who had my undivided attention, and it wasn't the subject matter either! She wore those little business power suits that had a short skirt, and this one really showed off her cute little ass. When she bend over to explain something, there was a rather pleasant view down her front. There wasn't a blouse on under that blazer, and as far as I could tell, she didn't have a bra on either. There wasn't any visible panty line, which aroused my interest even further. The subject matter of the class wasn't exactly taxing, so I could devote a lot of my time to that age-old question; is she wearing undies, or isn't she? By the end of the day I still didn't know, but I was horny as all hell. Yes, I know, men can be such pigs. I thought I was old enough that my hormones wouldn't get out of control like that - bad guess! Sharon was starting to look good. Okay she looked good before, even if she was pretty flat chested, but now...

After class, Sharon and I drove back to the hotel and agreed to meet in the lobby at six and pick a place for dinner. That gave us about an hour to freshen up a little and relax before going to dinner. As six we met in the lobby and went off to dinner. It was nothing to write home about, but not bad either. Sharon and I had a rather pleasant time together. After dinner, we came back to the hotel and went for a few drinks at the hotel bar. It was after the second round of drinks that I had finally asked her about the consequences of making a pass at her and got her answer.

"That being the case then," I said, "how about we go up to my room and you can see the wonderful collection of etchings they have in that room?"

"I'm not into etchings."

That almost sounded like a rejection, but I decided to push it a little anyway. "We could talk a little more I suppose."

"Do we have to do something so damn intellectual?"

"How about something more primal, animalistic, something to soothe the savage instincts?"

"That's a little more like it," she said downing her drink, "but I think my savage instincts are going to go through a little moaning and such before they're soothed. Let's get one to go and you can show me the etchings in your room, not that I believe for one moment that there are any. The fact that I'm not into etchings notwithstanding, I'm also horny tonight and I was hoping you could do something artistic about that as long as you seem to be in an artsie mood."

"You've got the right man."

"I was hoping to 'come' for the right man," she said with a wicked grin, "maybe a couple of times."

We left for my room. Once we were inside and had the door securely locked, she looked around the room as she peeled off her blouse and dropped it on the floor where she was standing. "Just as I thought; no etchings," she said.

The rest of Sharon's clothes came off quickly. I was stripping just as fast as she was. There was nothing romantic or teasing about it. This was pure lust and sexual need. We simply ripped our clothes off as we moved toward the bed, pulled the covers back, and got onto the bed.

I kissed her a couple of times and was about to get a little tongue action going when she pushed my head down toward her chest. Yea, so much for that romantic stuff, let's get to the raw sex. In spite of not having much in the chest department, she did have some rather nice nipples. I had to wonder if she had nursed her two kids and that's where the large nipples came from. Large breasts don't do much for me, but nice long nipples sure do. Hers were sticking up now, long, nice and erect, and surrounded by a small dark areola, just waiting to be sucked on. She was definitely excited, there wasn't any breeze perking these two up. My hand slid down her thin body to her small well- trimmed bush as I sucked a nipple into my mouth. With the nipple deep in my mouth, I held the base of it firmly with my teeth as my tongue flicked over the end of it. She emitted a long low groan and arched her back.

"Bite it harder," she whispered. "Oh God I almost think I could come if you keep that up. Finally someone who knows about nipples."

Finally? I had to wonder what her husband did - or didn't do - with them. Taking that as a hint, I gave that nipple my best work-over for a few minutes and then leaned across her and gave the other on the same treatment. Meanwhile, I had run my fingers through her trim bush and finally moved a finger between her legs and over her nether lips, not parting them, but just running a finger over them. The first few times I ran my finger up and down her sex slit it was dry. Before long however, it began to get moist, and then very quickly, it was soaking wet with her juices. Her legs began to move further apart. Before long, I could feel the thin inner sex lips peaking out between the puffy outer ones. Their appearance was soon followed by her clit. Now as I ran my finger up to the top of her sex, my fingertip brushed over the tip of her very erect clit.

Sharon's hands hadn't been idle. One had found a nice stiff appendage of mine to play with and the other ran it's fingers through my hair and occasionally pulled my head tighter to her breast as I sucked on a nipple. Her legs were now wide apart, making sure I could get to whatever I wanted to down there. "Keep this up and I am going to come for you," she moaned. "I'm really horny and getting so close. Just keep your finger on my clit a little more and I'll come all over it."

"How about I put my tongue on your clit?" I asked, letting go of her nipple. "I'd love to have you come all over it." I was dying to get a taste of her, and if I kept up what I was doing to her nipples much longer, I was sure they were going to get sore.

"I hope you do clit as well as you do nipples," she said as she pushed my head toward her widespread legs. My darling husband thinks a lick and a promise should do it."

I kissed my way down her stomach as I moved my body over her leg and got between her legs. She smelled great as looked about as sexy as I have ever seen that part of a woman look. One good firm lick with my tongue when my finger had been confirmed what I had suspected; she tasted great. I slid one hand under her bottom to lift her ass a little, and used the other to pull the hood on her clit back, exposing her whole clit to my tongue. It seems no one had ever done this to her before.

"Oh God that feels great! What're you doing down there? You're about to make me come!"

I gave her a very brief description about exposing her whole clit, and the resumed licking her. I let her get very close to coming, and then left her clit and began to lick and suck on her tender inner sex lips. These of course tugged at her clit some and kept her very close to coming but still allowed her to calm down a little.

Sharon had her feet on my shoulders now with her knees drawn up, keeping her ass off the bed enough that I didn't need the hand under her any longer. I slid it out and let a finger slowly probe into her hot wet opening as I licked and sucked on her delicious inner sex lips.

"Oh yea...finger me Al. Give me a finger or two," she groaned.

I gave her one finger, going in nice and deep, then two, and finally three. She was rather tight but they all fit nonetheless, getting all nice and wet. I moved the three in an out a few times, and then withdrew my third finger and put it up against her asshole.

"What are you doing?" she shrieked. "That's my...I mean...no one has ever...uh..." 

She was too sex-crazed and hot to really protest much, especially since it really felt good. My fingertip rubbed around her crinkled little anus and then pressed a little harder at the center. Finally her sphincter let go and the finger slipped deep into her tight little back door. The other two fingers went deep into her sex at the same time.

"Oh God," she groaned, "I don't believe you are doing that to me!"

Looking up her body, I noticed that her head was pressing firmly against the pillow, her eyes were tightly closed, and she was pulling and pinching her own nipples. It was time to get her off. Besides, I had a hardon that was killing me, and I was dying to be inside her - deep inside her. I put my tongue back to work on her still exposed clit. I began moving my fingers in and out of her as I licked her without mercy. For an Ice Princess, she was getting pretty hot! It wasn't long before she went over the edge.

"That's good Al," she moaned as I licked her. "Just like that. I'm so close...I'm going to...come any second..." She wasn't trying to make this last any longer either, and a few seconds later, "Oh God yes...I'm...COMING!" she finally shrieked loud enough for anyone in the hall to hear. Now she grunted and groaned and her body lurched as her orgasm consumed her. "Keep fingering me," she finally pleaded, "this feels so good." As orgasms went, this was definitely a good one. I couldn't believe how long this one lasted.

"I've never come like that before," she finally gasped when it was over, "and I thought I had had a few good ones."

"Maybe it was the finger in you where you've never had one that did the trick." I said with a grin as I slid up her body and lay next to her.

"I guess," she said still breathing hard, "No one has ever touched me there before. I mean I have heard of some of that and all, but...I thought it was kinda...well, nasty and that maybe the girls who said anything about it were just putting me on. But, when you touched me there, it felt so good! I damn near came when you pushed your fingers into both places at the same time. And now," she said sitting up, "it's time to return the favor."

Sharon took my aching shaft in her hand, gave me a few strokes, and then proceeded to give me a blowjob like I haven't had on quite some time. One of her soft little hands cupped and gently massaged my come filled balls as she used the other one to follow her mouth up and down my rigid shaft. I was able to reach her ass, so I caressed it and her back as she worked on me. I would have played with her breasts and nipples, but her arms were in the say. I dearly loved the sight of my rigid shaft going in and out of her mouth. She was good! She was taking a surprising amount of me into her small mouth, and I was sure I was hitting her throat. I was getting ready to fill her mouth with my come in just a few short minutes. "Better slow down on that a little," I warned her, "I rather put it somewhere else in you when it goes off."

"Either I've still got the touch or you're really horny," she said coming up for air.

"Both. Now, let's put that somewhere where it will do us both some good."

"Great!" she said giving me one last lick. "How about something other than missionary?"

"Spoons, on your side, or doggie tonight?"

"Spoons or on my side? Isn't that about the same thing?" she asked as she now lay beside me.

"Not exactly," I said sitting up and beginning to arrange her on the bed. "On your side is where you lay - on your side - with your lower leg out straight like when you stand, and the upper one bend like you are sitting," I said as I arranged her legs. "Then," I said as I got into position over her lower leg, "I get over your leg like this and..." I now moved my erection up and down her very wet sex slit, getting the end of it all wet with her juices. "Then I slide into you," I said as I slowly penetrated her hot sex.

"Mmm, not bad," she said as I thrust into her as far as I could. "I just lay here and... sort of get fucked don't I? I mean there isn't a lot I can do except move my hips a little."

"Feel good?" I asked her as I pumped away at her hot little bottom. I had my hands on her hip now, pushing up to lift her upper ass-cheek as little to allow me to slide further into her hot little body.

"Not bad. Sort of tame though."

"I take it you had something a little wilder in mind?"

"Sure. As long as we are being primal tonight, how about doggie. My husband doesn't like sex that way but I love it."

"He doesn't like doggie?" I asked getting off of her. Somehow this was hard to imagine, but there is no accounting for some people's tastes in sex."

"No, but I'm trying to forget about him tonight, so how about just let's do it," Sharon said getting on all fours next to me. "Nice and hard too. None of this slow and gentle stuff."

I got on my knees behind her and as wet as she was, and me still being wet with her sex juices, I was able to slide all the way into her on the first thrust. She raised her head, arched her back and quickly thrust back against me, making sure I went all the way into her. I took a firm grip on her sexy hips and began firmly pumping in and out of her, coming all the way out until just the tip was still inside her, and then thrusting swiftly all the way into her, causing her whole body to shake. By now she was so wet that in no time my pubic hairs were soaked with her hot juices. As tight as she was, it wasn't long before I knew I wasn't going to last if I kept it up at this pace. I finally slowed down, let go of her hip with one hand, and took a finger and circled her crinkled little anus. Sharon emitted a loud groan as I touched her there. Taking that as a positive sign, I pushed a little harder as I circled her there.

"That's nice," she moaned, "put it in there."

I pushed harder and the tip of my finger penetrated her tight back door.

"Not with your finger!" she protested, "you know, put your...you know..."

I was going to like this. I removed my finger, and aimed the appendage of her choice where my finger had been. I was completely covered with her slick sex juices so I knew there wasn't going to be a lubrication problem. I rubbed the tip around her tight little rear entrance a few times and then pushed it harder against the center. Pretty soon I felt her relax and the head slowly slipped into her forbidden entrance. I hadn't had anal sex in a long time, and nearly forgot how hot this can be. After giving her a moment to get used to me being in her there, I finally pushed the rest of my length into her.

Sharon gave a loud groan, and then said "Oh...that feels great! I've never had a guy in there before."

I began to move slowly in and out of her, enjoying the tightness and smoothness of her there.

"Slowly for a few minutes," she begged, "I have to get used to it."

I wasn't about to rush this. I had been on the raw edge of coming before. Anal sex is so hot I wouldn't last long at all if I had resumed the former pace. A few fast hard thrusts and I would have filled her hot little ass with my come. No, this had to take a little longer. I moved in and out of her slowly and deliberately. Once I over did it on the way out and slipped out of her. There was a little whimper of protest, but when I reentered her, there was a groan of pleasure.

Sharon readjusted her hands, and then one went back between her legs and began playing with her swollen clit. "I can't believe how good this feels," she said softly, "I think I'm going to come pretty soon. Go just a little faster, okay?"

So much for holding off, but even going in and out of her slowly, I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. Being careful with her, I began moving in and out of her faster, my own release not far off now. It was quite a sight, watching my hard shaft going in and out of her.

"Oh God, I'm so close Al," she moaned, "come in my ass so I can feel it! I want to feel you come in my ass Al. I'm going to come as soon as you do."

She wasn't going to have to wait long. I had my hands on her hips as I watched myself going in and out of her tight little back door. I felt a really good come building fast. "Any second now...any second," I said softly. I was completely fascinated with the sight of myself going in and out of her ass. I could feel myself swelling and getting incredibly hard like I do just before I come. A few pumps and a few seconds later and I couldn't have stopped if I had wanted to. "I'm...COMING!" I groaned loudly as I thrust firmly into her ass as the first huge spurt of my hot come rushed up my hard shaft and erupted deep inside her. Grabbing her hips tighter, I held her firmly against me, shoving myself as far into her as I could, as I shot the next few spurts of come deep into her. It felt so good that I couldn't move. She wanted to feel it, and I didn't think there was any way that she wasn't going to feel me throbbing inside her as I gave her those first few thick heavy spurts!

She pushed back firmly against me, and then screamed, "Oh God, I can feel it! I can feel you coming inside me!" as her orgasm started. Her fingers hardly moved on her clit now as her body again convulsed with her second orgasm of the evening.




The Ice Princess & the Business Trip



After shooting the first couple of spurts of come into her, I finally began pumping in and out of her again, all the while continuing to unload everything I had into her. Sharon's jerking, moaning, and clenching her ass around me only made it that much better. As she came, her hot little ass rhythmically squeezed me, almost milking my come out of me.

When it was all over, we collapsed in a heap on the bed, me on top of her and still deep inside her. It was several minutes before I finally withdrew and rolled off next to her. It was several more minutes before either of us moved. We just lay there catching our breath.

"That was nice," she finally said getting up. "A couple of nice orgasms will help me sleep better. I don't sleep well in strange beds."

"You could always spend the night here," I suggested.

"No thanks," she said, "I need to make a phone call and I know I get up a lot earlier than you do. This was nice, but it's time to go," she said as she gathered up her clothes. I admired her slender body as she got dressed. Much to my delight, she stayed facing me as she dressed, giving me a nice view of her until all the major points of interest were finally covered.

She headed for the door and then stopped. "Oh, and one last little thing," she said with her hand on the doorknob, "when we get back home, this little event never happened."

"Okay." The Ice Princess had returned. Yea, like after the ribbing a few friends had given me before going on this trip and how I had told them I wouldn't touch her with their dick, I sure as hell wasn't going to tell them I had just used mine on her. I would never hear the end of it. Besides, she had made this trip rather enjoyable and I don't screw and tell. 

Copyright (C) July 1998, by Art. All rights reserved.



The Ice Princess



He thought that he was being so cool and would get to put her on the spot somehow during their joint classes, but she was smarter than that. She really got to him when she sat next to him during their second shared class. She ignored him completely, driving him crazy in the process. He totally lost his cool. She could see that he had become somewhat self-conscious and she liked that. This showed her that he had real feelings and was affected by her presence, yet controlled himself. She reveled in his discomfort as he sweated and looked totally ill at ease. 

'This is great,' she thought. 'He really is affected by my presence and is not just another dull macho guy trying to make it with the rich princess. Besides, he is really a hunk and money certainly isn't an issue with him. So, it may be that the only reason he is interested in me is for myself, for who I really am.' This was her most exciting revelation in their burgeoning relationship.

Catherine decided to blow Brandon's mind by just walking up and talking to him. But she wanted to think more about this and savor the thought, so that she could get the maximum mileage out of it. 

After their last economics class, Brandon was in anxiety about his next class with Catherine. She had bested him and he was still off balance thinking about that. She appeared so unaffected by him and yet he knew that she knew as much about him and his interest in her as he did about her. It was really unsettling, that she could be so detached like this; such thoughts possessed him.

As he entered the classroom late for their next class she was already seated and he sat to her right a few rows away. She didn't show any acknowledgment, neither he, as the lecture proceeded. After the class he fiddled with his notes appearing to be engrossed as he waited to see where she went and what she did. She got up and quickly walked out the door to her waiting white Mercedes and left. 

"Damn," Brandon exclaimed, "This is getting to be a drag." 

He had to do something, so he decided to buy her an anonymous gift, to pique her interest. He carefully chose a very expensive painting from the gallery where she worked, when she was not there. He had this painting purchased by a friend, a painting which he knew she admired and was thinking quite seriously of purchasing herself. It was delivered anonymously by a private agency to her residence. 

His friend who purchased it for Brandon was short and fat and from out of town, so her investigation of the purchaser would baffle her. He had a card sent with the gift, which said simply: 'To Catherine DeVries Vandermere from an anonymous admirer.' He knew she would understand it was from him, but would not be able to trace it to him, baffling her. He thought it was a cute gesture in their unfolding relationship. 

Indeed, she was surprised to receive this expensive and very appropriate gift, but could not trace the short fat purchaser whom her boss described. This was intriguing, so she asked her detective to find out. 

He laughed with his fellow detective who revealed how Brandon had fooled her. They loved this case and revealed to her the truth of the purchase and diversionary tactics. They were working together on everything and still were careful to maintain the integrity of their client relationships. 

She was even more excited to find out this information and decided that she had to come up with a really good way to trick him and get even. This was getting to be a serious intrigue. It seemed like it was something out of a spy movie and was adding some much desired spice to both of their lives. They each relished the competition and one ups-man-ship of each other, yet still maintained the illusion of their aloof relationship. 

Brandon thought of how to approach her in a special way, remembering that there were so many school functions; unfortunately she never took part in any of them. 

As he studied the school calendar he noticed an art show and wondered what that was all about. His inquiries showed that the art department sponsored it and any student could enter. He had done some odd oil paintings from time to time, so tried his hand at an abstract portrait of Catherine. It wasn't impressive, but he liked its mysterious effect and it did capture a vague resemblance of her. 

Perhaps she would like it and notice that it resembled her. He entered it in the contest with the title 'Our Princess,' thinking that surely she would be interested in viewing an art contest and would see it. Sure enough, she did see his painting and laughed heartily at his feeble attempt to paint her portrait. 

She knew it was her portrait and was quite pleased with his effort, amateurish though it was. 'This man is really something else to paint a portrait of me and enter it in this contest.' She thought that he just might be worthy of her. Certainly he wasn't boring.

She saw the campus hotties endlessly coming on to him and he continued to show no interest even though some of these girls were extremely beautiful. Catherine wondered how he could just ignore them, until she remembered that her reports revealed he had bedded hundreds of them. Yet he had not stuck with one. He must really be looking for something better. She knew then, she wanted to be that one.

These thoughts made him all the more attractive to her; she resolved to meet him soon. She realized that she had to land this guy, he was the best man that had ever come into her sights. To facilitate this end, she decided to change her life style. For the first time she felt the need to get involved with others on campus, feeling this was a good way to meet and interact with him under better conditions. Now she had a mission and knew she could avoid the pitfalls in social interactions with her superior abilities and knowledge.

She didn't have any friends to speak of, but remedied this easily by making friends with a couple of the girls in her art classes. She went to the next football game with her new friend Becky. Brandon's prowess in football was also legendary and only added to his mystique. He wouldn't see them at the game, but she had heard so much about his expertise and wanted to see it firsthand. 

He didn't save the game, for their college lost. But she was impressed with his determination not to give up, almost tying the score in the last minute of play. She asked Becky about Brandon and heard only the highest and most superlative words describing just how wonderful Brandon was. 

Becky emphasized, "All the girls, and I do mean all, are after him. None of them can get anywhere with him. Some of the really hot girls, got pissed off by not having any luck with Brandon. They said they thought he is gay because he is so aloof and detached from them." Then Becky went on praising Brandon's many incredible accomplishments and again stated how hot he was. 

Catherine was getting really turned on, hearing Becky rave on and on about her mystery lover. Okay, she was definitely going to go for it now with him; enough is enough. No more playing around; lets see what he is really made of. If he is really this good, then she had to have him. Still, she was unsure how to approach him. She didn't want to blow it and look like a fool. She was his prey, since he had started it all by approaching her, and she had to act the part and not appear too eager. 

But it wasn't really necessary for her to think so hard, it happened spontaneously right after their next econ class together. Brandon had exited first and was buying a soda. As he turned around, she was looking at him. Brandon exclaimed to himself, 'Oh my God, Catherine is looking right at me; and walking towards me.' He was stunned and just stood there watching her approach. 

She had decided on the spur of the moment to just do it, approach him and talk to him. It wasn't such a big deal anyway. As she approached, her eyes sparkling with mischief, she had her best mystical subdued smile on her face; it didn't reveal anything of her mood to him. She walked right up to Brandon, leaned over and kissed him on the cheek and hooking her arm in his, said, "Hey, I think I owe you a drink, Brandon." 

She pulled him along by his arm as she walked away. He didn't object of course, he was thrilled that she had taken the initiative. 

She didn't say anything as they walked outside. They were both a little awed by the fact that, after all the intrigue, they were finally together. Now they would have to live up to their reputations and the expectations of each other. She walked him to the Mercedes and sat next to him in the back as the chauffeur sped away. 

"Where to, Princess?" Brandon asked, breaking the silence between them. 

She raised an eyebrow to hear him use that particular nickname for her, not one of her favorites. But now, under these circumstances it seemed perfect. She was very excited to finally be with Brandon.

She told the driver to take them to the Chase building, which had a very high-class restaurant on the 43rd floor, with a spectacular view of the harbor. As they settled in the plush lounge, she ordered his favorite drink and he hers, bringing a chuckle to each. 

"This is straight out of James Bond, isn't it?" he commented. 

"Well, not exactly," she replied, "I think this is a little more tongue in cheek." 

Seizing the moment, she continued, "Really now, what was the necessity to find out all my dirty dark little secrets?" 

"Oh, come on, it was such fun, and anyway your secrets aren't so bad. I was amazed to find out that you are not spoiled by your wealth, or your pedigree. Actually you are quite normal, other than the fact that you are not a normal woman by far. You are certainly very special." 

She replied, "I also was quite surprised to find that you are working your way through college and are not maladjusted in spite of your immense wealth." 

"Oh, I became sick of that long ago and just wanted to try and be normal. Growing up with everything at your fingertips can get rather boring, when you don't have to sweat for anything. It really debilitates your character."

Then she made the statement they needed to consider and they both became somewhat uncomfortable at it's mention, "Well, what do we do now?" 

He replied casually, "I guess, we have a whirlwind affair, and live happily ever after." 

She thought that was cute, but maintained a serious disposition, since she had already made up her mind that she wanted to take this relationship quite a bit further. She had only heard wonderful things about him and she realized now that he was much better in person. She was starting to really like him. He was a dream, quite possibly her dream man. And unknown to her, he was feeling the same about her. 

Suddenly they realized that they had both been deep in thought for some time without speaking. Pushing the envelope further, he jokingly said, "So when do we meet the parents?" 

"Please, spare me. I don't wish that on my enemies. They are such prudes. They are so stuck up, I can't stand them anymore." 

"Ditto, mine."

He carried on, "Well then, shall we have an early dinner and dance for a while? This has always been one of my favorite clubs." He didn't bother to mention that he owned it, thinking that probably she knew that.

As the evening progressed they grew to like each other considerably and drew closer. They indeed did feel very comfortable together; they became friends. 

When they left the restaurant the big question on each of their minds was whether or not their relationship would go further that night. She made it easy and didn't even ask. As they sped away in the Mercedes, Catherine said to the driver, "Home please."  

He replied, "Home?" 

"Yes, Riley, home." 

That was it; she was taking him to her abode. 'How interesting.' 

'She is indeed a dream girl and it seems that she is my dream girl as well,' he thought. And further, 'She is taking me to her place. Wonderful. She seems quite confident in her acts. Let us see where this goes.'

He was surprised when they pulled up to a very large and extremely fancy hotel. His inquisitive look elicited her to say, "I own this place and have an apartment up there on the top," pointing up many stories further than he could see. 

"Ok, sounds good," he replied. Inwardly he was thinking that she was so much better than any of the women he had met to date and how much he would love to know her intimately. With her mystical charm and appealing bodily assets she would certainly be a worthy sexual partner. Sex appeared to be on the menu, otherwise why invite him to her home? He was very intrigued by the possibility. 

It was no small place; in fact it was the nicest apartment he had seen and he had been in the very best. He was impressed with her impeccable taste. Everything was very elegant, with no touch of gaudiness. She brought him his favorite drink without asking and he contemplated again how amazing this all was. 

He had finally met his dream girl and she was wonderful on all accounts. After all the cloak and dagger business, it had been just so easy. She had accepted him as an equal. 

Now he felt more in his element as they sat together on the couch sipping their drinks. She is so beautiful he thought; I really need to kiss her and get the romance going, get the juices flowing. She was thinking similar thoughts as she pulled him up to dance to the music quietly playing in the background. While they danced they moved closer to each other, feeling very comfortable together. As he gazed into her eyes, they embraced and kissed with a soft passion. It was as if they had known each other for years, for they were so attuned to each other's mood. 

His large desirous hands roamed her back and grasped her tight ass cheeks firmly. He pulled her eager sex mound into his, their passion further aroused. It was meant to be; surely they were made for each other. 

And it looked like they were going to take their love all the way. They fell back on the soft couch, still locked in their heavy embrace, each overwhelmed with the other's delightful presence. 

Catherine was exceedingly happy to be with this wonderful man and was contemplating deeply how far she would let their 'first date' progress. Wishing this relationship to last, Catherine decided that she shouldn't rush their burgeoning relationship. Otherwise, she just might find herself amongst the leagues of the 'love them and leave them' beautiful women left behind by Brandon Colebrooke. That record spoke for itself.

He was far too nice to lose on that account. She knew that for so many beautiful women before her, giving themselves fully to him had not helped them one iota in maintaining their relationship with him. On the contrary, she thought that playing a bit harder to get would pique his interest, because he did love a challenge.

Her focused thoughts cooled her passion and Brandon noticed the change in her demeanor, quickly picking up on it. Suddenly he pulled away with a sober look and said to Catherine, "I think we have something very special between us and I don't want to spoil it by doing anything we may not be ready for."

He continued, "It is very strange to know everything about you to the finest detail, but yet not really know you. I have been looking for you for a long time and now that I have found you, I want it to be more than an ordinary relationship." 

She replied, "I feel the same way, but really don't think that having sex or not is important to our relationship." Nevertheless, Catherine leaned away from Brandon and said, "I really need to rest. You can stay in the guestroom or do as you like." 

This clearly was not an invitation to her bed. Yet, to Brandon the thought of spending the waking hours in her luscious presence was intriguing. She was absolutely the most alluring woman he had ever met and he wanted her association in any circumstance. She was comfortable enough with his presence to let him stay if he liked.

"I'll stay in the guest room."

Comfortable with her decision, Brandon went quickly and peacefully to sleep. But Catherine mourned his absence, pondering her choice. She was perplexed, because she really did want him so much. He was certainly an incredible lover and she was so much in need of sexual fulfillment. It was very frustrating for her to deny her essential cravings.

Finally, as she tossed sleeplessly, she decided to just be honest with him and tell him her exact feelings. She disliked mind games, trying to be someone she wasn't, and she knew he was the same way. With this decision behind her, she was happy to fall asleep dreaming of better things to come in their relationship. 

They were both up early and looked fabulous in spite of their late night sojourn. He had actually cooked something and served her breakfast as she padded into the kitchen in a loose robe. Brandon thought she looked like a million dollars, even though she was barely awake and hadn't done anything to preen herself. 

They enjoyed some small talk, as they ate together, happy to just be together. Finally Catherine revealed her feelings. She told Brandon, "I really like you a lot and want our relationship to develop into something meaningful. 

"I feel like I have known you for a very long time, even though we have just met. You know my history with men and it isn't much to boast about, but then there aren't many men who are worthy of boasting about either. I understand your indifference to the girls chasing you and will not take a chance that you might think me cheap or easy like so many of them. I hope you didn't mind that I stopped our romantic interlude last night." 

Catherine continued, "We seem to have different ideas about sex in a relationship. I don't see it as a commitment that we have sex together, nor do I see it as cheap if we both desire it. But you view this differently than I. 

"What I am really saying is that I would very much like to have an intimate relationship with you, but I am afraid that could ruin our burgeoning friendship. I am not willing to take that risk." 

Brandon was very pleased with Catherine's straightforward admission; she was such a dignified and beautiful person. It made him respect her so much for her brutal honesty. 

"Well, I guess we will just have to get to know each other better then," he replied, once again comfortable with her frank words. 

She knew she had done the right thing, but it didn't help her present situation. She really needed him to quench the burning fire of lust that roared within her body, consuming her thoughts. He was so much the man of her dreams that she could not tolerate to be without this fulfillment, the craving that every cell of her body demanded. It seemed to her that she was overwhelmed with passion, yet still she resisted her burning carnal desires. This was a tortuous necessity if their relationship was to endure. But it was oh so difficult to do so.

Who would believe she had spent the night with 'the' Brandon Colebrooke and had turned him down for sex? Every female at the college would think she was crazy. Then again, she was 'The Ice Princess' and they would expect this of her. None of this made her torture any less.

She suddenly realized her mind had taken her far away and she had missed what Brandon had recently said. He looked incredulously at her as she spaced out, wondering where she had gone in her thoughts. He wanted to ask her, but hesitated, feeling safer to let the uncertain moment pass. There would be ample opportunity to unravel the mysteries hidden within this enchanting princess who had captured his heart.

As their romance blossomed steadily, they spent more and more time together, becoming the talk of the campus. Everyone wanted to know all about this very special couple. Catherine's new friend Becky could hardly believe that her friend Catherine had actually landed Brandon and it looked like it was much more than a fling. It was very obvious to her that they were quite in love with each other. Catherine attended all the games with Becky and cheered along with all the students, really appreciating college life.




The Ice Princess



Becky was ecstatic to be with the two of them. She had adored Catherine ever since they became friends and everyone knew how wonderful Brandon was, so the two of them together were marvelous and very exciting for Becky. Of course, many of the campus girls were envious as anything and only spread more vicious rumors about 'The Ice Princess' and her gay boyfriend. But Catherine and Brandon could care less; they were having a grand time. She, for the first time, enjoyed the normal college life, even studying economics with Brandon and doing so many normal things on campus she never tried previously. 

Brandon was totally enchanted with Catherine; he loved everything about her, especially her gentle elegance and deep humor. But most of all he was just touched by her profound presence and natural beauty, which captured him whenever they were together. 

Suddenly one day, Catherine received word that her father had died. She didn't know the full import of this news beyond the usual funeral and family matters, but told Brandon that she had to attend to these things. He offered to go with her to help her through the family affairs he knew she loathed. She understood that he would hate this just as much as she did, but still he had offered to go. 

"You would do that for me?" she asked. 

"Sure, I know how hard it is to go it alone at these somber affairs and I can help you, because I care about you." He was eager to meet her family, simply because she was so special to him.

It was a relatively short drive, traveling to the wake, funeral, and other family affairs. Because Brandon was a notable personage himself, he was welcomed with enthusiasm by her family. Soon after, however, he found himself ignored by all. He saw their social facade just as she had described it to him. But he was glad he had come, if only because it helped her to cope with her family. And he was happy to be anywhere with his princess. Brandon did note that Catherine's younger sister, Sharon, was almost a carbon copy of Catherine. She was more athletic, very vivacious and sexy as hell. She seemed to be spoiled rotten but also doted on Brandon and was more than a little curious about him. By the time they left, Sharon had become too obvious in her flirting with Brandon and Catherine was glad to be out of there.

It was late the next day that they arrived back and Catherine invited Brandon to spend the night with her. He was happy not to have to leave her and as they relaxed over a few drinks in front of the blazing fireplace, he suddenly felt an overwhelming compulsion to ask her to marry him. He had only know her for a few months, so was surprised himself with this sudden desire of his. 

He didn't know where this compulsion had came from, and he wasn't ready to reveal this idea to her. He wasn't even sure if he was ready to take this intention seriously himself. He did know that he wanted to spend as much time with her as he could and his earnest desire for her showed on his face. 

Catherine stared at Brandon, thankful that this wonderful man was interested in her. She also felt overcome by him, but in a different way. She wanted him so badly to just take her and fuck her hard. She had to get beyond all her thoughts and just follow her heart. She needed him so much, she was just so damned horny she could hardly stand it. God, he was so wonderful, so charming, so hot, and so sexy. She knew that she could not tolerate it much longer. The raging fire burned within passionately, while externally she maintained a calm and apparently peaceful disposition. It was torturous. 

They looked into each other's eyes and realized that they were both thinking very deeply, far away in their minds and each was very curious of the other's thoughts. She told him that she was wondering what he was thinking and he said that he was also wondering what she was thinking. They decided that to tell each other their thoughts would be a very revealing and fruitful endeavor. 

He said, "Ladies first," in great anticipation of hearing Catherine's secrets. 

She said plainly, "I am very much in love with you. And I so much want to make love with you. I don't care for any other thoughts or considerations. I want this because I really care for you and want to share my love with you. That's all. This is my secret."

Then Brandon said, "I don't know why I am thinking this, or where this thought comes from, but it suddenly came to me that I want to marry you. It is such a recent thought that I don't even know what I think about this myself. But I have to admit it is quite an amazing thought, isn't it?"

She was very touched that not only did he have this wonderful desire which meant so much to her, but that he expressed it so openly, even when he admitted he wasn't ready to think about it. But it certainly revealed his serious interest in her.

Catherine thought, 'He can be as brutally honest as I, but we still need to take such serious things slowly.'

She decided, "Brandon, a hot Jacuzzi is just what we need to relax," hoping to get him into the mood she craved so deeply. 

He replied, "I don't have a suit." 

"That's ok, I never use one anyway," she replied with a sexy smile, knowing that sharing their nakedness would thrust them deeply into a mutual exchange of carnal desires. Outwardly calm, she burned and throbbed inwardly with hunger, barely able to control her raging lust for Brandon.

He was pleased to undress with her as they prepared to enter the hot tub, each relishing the other's attractive body. He could not help but marvel at her shapely and fit feminine form, her firm breasts, tight butt cheeks, and long shapely legs. She was equally enchanted with his superb masculine form. His years of sports had toned him and his hairy chest, his muscular shoulders and arms were magnificent. And most importantly, he had a very large male organ, with which he would impale her mercilessly, no doubt. And very soon, she hoped. They were both fine specimens of humanity with fantastic bodies. They entered the bath together, setting their drinks on the edge. 

The drinks and hot water combined powerfully to relax them and Brandon volunteered to massage her tired muscles, which were screaming for attention. She knew his intentions, and readily agreed, wanting it to lead somewhere, anywhere with him. Most of all she wanted him to take her sexually with all the passion at his command. She melted at his gentle touch and mentally surrendered her body to his whim. 

He massaged her neck muscles expertly for some time, causing her to revel in satisfaction. He said, "It is much easier if you just come out and lie down on a towel. I can use some massage oil to loosen you up." 

"Ok, there's some good ayurvedic massage oil there on that table." 

She laid face down on the thick towel after drying herself, feeling very relaxed and content. He massaged her expertly and intensely, focusing simply on making her feel really good. 

Years ago he had studied massage as an extra aid to his seduction of young women and had become very proficient. Soon Catherine was moaning in pleasure as he pushed all the right buttons. His expertise kept her rapt in good feelings. He knew the erogenous zones and gave special attention to those. He especially was drawn to Catherine's firm ass, savoring her succulent, tight cheeks, as he squeezed them firmly again and again. 

Finishing his massage of her backside, he slapped her butt and commanded, "Roll over please." 

She did so without hesitation, knowing that it would be something really wonderful, if he massaged her front as thoroughly as he did her backside -- the front was just so much more intimate. 

Her magnificent body, accentuated by her firm breasts and hard nipples, awed Brandon. To him she was a goddess, who had him totally enchanted. He put everything he had learned into his massage and didn't skip an inch of her body, slowly working her breasts thoroughly with his supple long fingers. As he squeezed her breasts skillfully, intense erotic feelings arose within her, driving her further into a frenzy. She had no will left, only a burning need to be fulfilled, to be filled with his sex; he had to satisfy her soon. Her body demanded it and her mind willed it. Her breasts hardened with her erotic excitement, the nipples tingling with passion.

Then he started working on her vagina, cupping her burning mound with his large hand, rubbing her slit gently and pulling the lips together and out, then pulling up and down. It was very erotic and intense for Catherine. Massaging her clitoris skillfully for some time, he brought her to her first orgasm in many months; a most intense and incredible orgasm. Catherine was beside herself with ecstasy. 'Oh my god, this is so divine,' she thought. 

'Finally, I came and he is so good.' But he had hardly gotten started. 

He took her nipples into his mouth and sucked them and licked her hard nipples carefully, as he continued gently rubbing her smooth cunt mound, drawing out Catherine's passion more and more. Then Brandon lowered himself, placing his lips on her mound, sucking her swollen labia earnestly, as she writhed in passion. She was exploding with unlimited desire and bucked her hips upwards forcing her sex onto Brandon's tongue. He drove his long tongue deep into her sex and twisted it, as he licked through her slit, which was burning hot with desire.

She tasted so fine; he loved her perfect sex and just wanted more of her. Her taste was so intoxicating, he felt like he could just lick her swollen pussy all day and never leave it. He felt fulfillment, he felt her sexual tempo, he felt so much love. All he wanted was a lot more of her. Relishing this lovemaking, Brandon took his time, not hurrying, savoring every taste, every smell, every moment with his divine princess.

Although Catherine greatly relished his ministrations, she grew impatient for him to just get on with it and fuck her. She had become incredibly hot from his careful attention, overwhelmed with sexual desire. Her whole body was throbbing and begging for him, burning in lust -- he was taking so much time that it was torture for her. 

Yet, this torture was perfect, waiting for him to take her increased the intensity of her pleasure. She could hardly stand it, but didn't want to rush him, tolerating her burning need for him. Her body was trembling with her burning need, her unleashed and uncontrollable passion, that demanded gratification.

He knew she was his now; she was panting and moaning, overwhelmed with desire for him to take her and ravish her with all the passion at his command. Her body temperature was burning hot and she writhed in her intense desire and excessive need for him. She had never been so aroused, nor he. Yet, at the height of her passion she suddenly rolled away and stood up, leaving Brandon alone and bewildered.

She spoke simply, "I will be back shortly." 

After about ten minutes she returned wearing a thin silk chemise, which partially covered her swollen breasts and ravenous body. She calmly sat down next to him in a chair and spoke clearly: 

"My desire for you at this time knows no limit. I am overwhelmed, I want you so much, more than I have ever wanted anyone or anything. Yet I have checked my passion to emphasize to you that this means a lot more to me than just satisfying my lust."

Continuing, she said, "Do you believe me now, when I say that I want to do this, but we don't have to do this if either of us doesn't want to? It is not a decision made in the passion of lust. For me, it is a conscious desire bred from a sober thought process."

Brandon was incredulous that she could be so detached and just walk away from such an intense session of sex, especially when she was totally overwhelmed with desire. He saw how incredibly aroused she had been during his erotic massage. He had never seen anything like this before -- that someone so aroused could just turn themselves off like she did. Brandon realized that her willpower must be like iron. This only intensified his desire for this amazing woman who stood before him in total control of the situation.

"Well, lets finish the massage, shall we?" Brandon quipped.

She smiled such a wicked sly smile. Then, sitting down on the towel next to him, she pulled the chemise off and lay on her back; once again mesmerizing Brandon with her luscious body. 

Brandon began a slow deep massage on her supple legs and then her perfect breasts, quickly working her into an intensely aroused state once again. This time she didn't stop him, simply letting it all happen, savoring every delicious moment. It was just so wonderful for Catherine. 

He worked his way back up her legs, slowly ravishing each inch with powerful strokes of his strong fingers, as he meditated on driving his sexual energy deep into her every muscle. Each squeeze of her yielding flesh with his powerful hands drove erotic spasms through every atom of her throbbing being. She had never desired anything so much as she wanted him now, the sweet torture of her need mixing with the wonderful pleasure of his erotic massage.

As he approached her sexual vortice, he leaned forward and licked the elegant pussy lips of his princess, savoring her sweet taste. She was so much superior to any of the other girls he had been with; she had a very special and unique quality. She truly was a princess and he wanted her so very much. He took his time, building her arousal slowly, as he licked, sucked and nibbled her swollen sex, paying special attention to her erect and very sensitive clitoris. 

She was highly aroused now and relished his expertise as he ravished her hungry pussy. She had never needed to be fucked so badly ever, but forced herself to be patient, knowing he would soon forcefully stuff her ravenous cavern with his large lethal member.

Finally he moved her legs apart, gently placing them over his shoulders, and eased his nine-inch throbbing slab of potency into her, relishing the burning tightness, as they fought to become united. She had never enjoyed sex as much as with him, as he finally entered her with so much feeling and force. 

She thrashed about with intense pleasure as he began his steady in and out motion, driving their passion to new heights, each savoring the ecstatic feelings of their coupling. Then, as they were fully joined in erotic union, he thrust into her ever faster and faster, increasing the passion. 

She was amazed how wonderful and expert he was with his thorough penetration of herself, having never felt so full, nor felt so much intense pleasure emanating from their coupling organs. 

She relished his strength, as he thrust into her harder and harder. He slammed into her repeatedly, penetrating her all the way deep within, then pulling out and penetrating again and again. He didn't neglect bringing her arousal along with his, as he kept his fingers firmly attached to her clitoris, pinching and rubbing it very strongly. With his other hand he continually stimulated her breasts and nipples, her ears and many other parts of her body. This continually sent electric jolts of pleasure, like miniature orgasms, throughout her body, as they both ascended to the heights of their erotic union. 

He seemed to have the stamina of a rutting elephant as he pounded her mercilessly for what seemed like an hour, until finally he brought them both to the most intense orgasm either of them had felt in a long time, perhaps ever. As they slowly descended from their pleasure peaks, they were reeling in the intensity of their fulfillment, knowing that it had to be mutually the most thoroughly wonderful union they had ever experienced. 

Catherine, catching her breath, exclaimed, "That was wonderful. We will have to do this more often." Inwardly she vowed to do everything within her power never to lose this wonderful man.

He was definitely feeling the same way as he thought now thoroughly satisfied he was for the first time in his life. They lay entwined for a long time, gradually drifting off to sleep, very contented and happy to be very much together.

Brandon was really in love with her now. She was so very special a women and his love for her was also very special. Not only was she so wonderful and nice, but also she was an incredible fuck. He had never had anyone turn him on so much. He realized that he had found his dream princess. He didn't need nor want anything more out of life, he only needed Catherine.

Neither did he want to change anything; they were perfect together. The challenge was to keep the relationship fresh as they became familiar with each other. But he didn't think that would be so difficult, after all they were both "Beautiful People," and each was endlessly mysterious and interesting.

Early the next morning, the magic had not left them as they awoke, each very aware of the exotic body embracing them. Their sensual desires were only heightened by the memories of the previous nights' incredible sex. Tightening their embrace, they ground their bodies together and once again experienced the most amazing sex either had ever had.