An Elevator Story

a Story by Varangian

September, 2010

Urban University�s tower rose sixteen stories above downtown yet nearby skyscrapers dwarfed it.� It was, as the saying goes, a streetcar college; there were no dormitories.

Mike Everett, a twenty seven year old instructor in the physics department, approached the impressive arch of the school�s entrance determined to make a move on something that had become very important to him.

�Hello, John,� he greeted the middle age black man with a white mustache who served as security on the evening shift.

�Hi, there, almost Dr. Mike,� the man replied.

Mike was months away from finishing the requirements for a Ph.D.

�Working late again?� John asked.

�I work for a purpose, you know.�

�Yeah, Mike, and your purpose is up in the library as usual on a Wednesday.�

�It�s more like an obsession than a goal, John.� I can�t sleep at night.� I see her pretty face in my mind and resist dozing off.� I want to suck her neck then sniff her all over.�

�Hah!� Mike, I�ve had that feeling with three women, and I knocked them all up.�

�No, it�s not just about sex.� Karen is the ultimate in American blonde beauty, of course.� Fresh out of Iowa.� But there�s much more to her than physical attraction.� Her demeanor is perky and serious at the same time.� She�s an intelligent woman.�

�More a girl than a woman, Mike.� She�s only an eighteen-year-old freshman.�

�But she seems so much older, despite her girlish appearance.�

�Love is blinding, man.�

�What�s blinding is my inability to approach her and spend some time together.� She�s a student and I�m an instructor.� If we could only find ourselves alone for an hour or so.� I really think that she�s interested in me.� But I can�t ask her out, you understand.�

�Man, is that all you want?� Some face-to-face time?� Shit!� I can fix that.�

�How?�

�You two come down the elevator together most Wednesday nights.� I�m sure you�ve figured that out.�

�Yeah, but I can�t bring myself to come on to her.� She�s so sweet and innocent.�

�Leave it up to Uncle John, buddy.� Tonight the elevator will malfunction for half an hour while you and beauty are on it.� If you can�t snag the girl then, man, then look for another female.�

* * *

Karen wore a skirt more suitable for a private girl�s school than for the university.� Her short socks showcased lovely calves that had never felt a razor�s edge because she was so blonde.� Her short cropped hair and androgynous face could have disguised her sex were it not for the slight bulges in her white blouse.

�Hi, Mike,� she said, when the elevator door opened on the seventh floor some hours later.� �Working late again?�

�Yeah.� I just finished the final revision of my thesis.�

�Congratulations!� Now you only have the defense.�

�How do you know about thesis defense?�

�My dad is a Ph.D. in climatology.�

�I didn�t know that.�

�Why should you?� All my uncles are either Ph.Ds or M.Ds.� There�s one who has a DDS, but we forgive him.�

As the elevator moved down Mike worried that again he would not have the opportunity to get to know the girl better.� He focused his attention on Karen�s mouth, which was so expressive when she spoke.� It was as though she formed her lips around each syllable.� He yearned desperately to kiss those dainty lips.

The elevator suddenly lurched to an abrupt stop.

�Oh, my!� Karen exclaimed.

�It�s nothing,� Mike assured her.� �It�s probably a power glitch.�

�But it�s late.� What if we�re stuck here until tomorrow?�

�John is downstairs.� He�ll notice and take care of the problem.�

�But John drinks at night and sometimes falls asleep.�

�Let�s push the emergency alarm.�

�Nothing happens,� Karen said after pressing the button. ��There�s no sound of an alarm.�

�We still have our cell phones, Karen.�

�You know they don�t work in this building.�

�Shit!� Oh, please excuse my language.�

�I was thinking the same thing, Mike.� What are we going to do?�

�We�ll just have to wait, I suppose.� Will anyone miss you?�

�Nah.� I live alone in an apartment and don�t yet know my neighbors.�

�Same with me.�

�You don�t have a girl friend?�

�Not yet.� This is my first semester here, same as you.�

Karen smiled broadly.� �Don�t you have somebody from before?�

�That�s all over.� We parted friends.� How about you?�

�I�ve dated, but I�ve never really had a boyfriend.�

A virgin angel! Mike thought.� As pure as she appears to be!� He focused for a surreptitious instant on the flesh of her upper arms that extended from the blouse.� Milky smooth!� Suckable!

�I hope we don�t have to wait too long,� she said.� �I have to, you know, go.�

That admission brought a grin to Mike�s handsome face.

�Can you imagine being stuck like this for days?� he asked.

�We�d have a horrible stink, that�s for sure.� she replied.� �But I don�t have to do number two, at least not yet.�

�But number one is still a problem.� What do you suggest?�

�I�m not going to wet myself!�

�You could use my sweater.�

�What do you mean?�

�It�s an old thing.� The moths have gotten to it.�

�What are you saying?�

�You could pee on it instead of your clothes.�

�Pee on your sweater?�

�I�d take it off first, of course.�

�With you watching?�

�I�d turn my back.� But only if you can�t hold it.�

�This is so embarrassing!�

��You can�t resist Mother Nature, Karen.�

�You�re enjoying this, aren�t you, Michael?� Admit it!�

�Not at all.� I�m only suggesting a practical solution to the problem.� It�s better to pee on the sweater than on the floor and get it all messy.� I�ll have to go too, you know.�

�Soon?�

�I think so.�

�Then take off your sweater.� I can�t wait much longer.�

Mike removed his jacket then his sleeveless sweater.� He tossed the cotton garment to a corner of the elevator.

�I suppose I should turn my back now,� he said.

�Yes, please.� And don�t turn around until I say so.�

He faced the elevator door, listening as Karen tossed off her shoes.� Then silence.

�I�m done,� Karen finally announced.

He looked over his shoulder and saw the shoes, one of which was covered by the girl�s panties.� She grinned at him.

�No harm done,� she said, �except for your poor sweater.�

�Like I said, it�s nothing.� I was going to throw it out anyway.�

�Now it�s your turn,� she said.

�My turn?�

�Yes, you said you had to go too.�

�You�re enjoying this, Karen.�

�Sure, now that we�ve started.� I won�t peek, Mike.�

�Would you like to peek?�

�What a thing to say!�

�I mean it.� I�m not bashful.�

�Are you trying to prove something, Mike?� I�m not so innocent.� I�m a farm girl.�

�With Ph.Ds and M.Ds as farmers?�

�I spent summers on Gramp�s farm.�

�I�m not hung like a horse, Karen, but if you�re interested you can watch.�

�I�ve never seen a guy do it.�

Mike unzipped his trousers, and after some fumbling he brought forth a respectable, flaccid dong.� He began to piss on his sweater as the girl leaned slightly forward and gaped.

�It�s not fair that boys can do it standing up,� she said.

�It�s not fair that you can see me and I can�t see you.�

�I don�t have anything that dangles, Mike. �What�s to see that�s different from what your girl friends have shown you?�

�I�m a thigh guy, Karen.� I love to look at soft thighs as they merge near a bush.�

�You�re talking about sex, Mike, not peeing!�

�So what?� We�re both adults.�

�You�re a lot older than me, Mike.� I never let the guys I dated in high school even touch my boobs.�

�I�d like to see those too.� I bet you have rosy nipples.�

�Why do you say that?�

�Because you�re a true blonde and a true blonde has rosy nipples.�

�You know that from experience?�

�Maybe.�

Mike had not yet stuffed his penis back into his trousers.� Karen gazed at it.

�You�re getting hard,� she said, but not in a reproachful voice.

�You inspire me, Karen.�

�Don�t think you can trick me, Michael!�

�Touch it.�

�What?�

�Put your hand on it and squeeze gently.�

�I�m not that kind of girl!�

�I never thought you were, Karen.� But you�re curious, aren�t you?�

She gave him a one-eyed stare, twisted her lips then extended her hand.

�God!� That feels funny!� she exclaimed.

Mike, head back and eyes closed, sighed audibly.� �Keep doing that,� he said.

�I know what you want, Mike.� I�m going to be a nurse, and I know about these things.� I�m not going to give you pleasure.� You can do it for yourself.�

�Do you want to watch?�

She grinned at him.� �Yeah,� she said.� �I�d like to see that.�

�I bet you would!� What about me?� I want to see and touch things too.�

�Like my boobs?�

�Yeah, and also your pussy.�

�You�re asking too much, Mike.� I�m not that kind of girl.�

�I�ll lick your pussy, Karen.� I�ll give you pleasure.� I know how.�

Mike noted a slight tremor disturb the girl�s svelte body.

�You�ll like it,� he quickly added.� �I guarantee it.�

�I�ve heard about that,� she whispered, �but I never thought I�d . . . you know.�

�Let�s lie down,� he said, taking her into his arms.

* * *

They kissed then stared at each other as Mike unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it aside.� She wore no bra.� The firm, creamy breasts with strawberry nipples did not sag in the least.� She sighed in contentment as he suckled them and caressed and petted his head.

She can�t be a virgin, he thought.� She�s too hot, too eager

They kissed some more as he inserted a hand up her skirt.� She parted her legs.� Then Karen began to giggle.

�What am I doing?� she exclaimed, still giggling.� �This is so naughty!�

�Let�s not stop now!� Mike cried.

�Not until you lick on me.� You promised.�

His fingers found the girl�s bush and he felt around.

She gasped.� �I get excited easily,� she said.

�Even when you�re alone?�

�Yeah, right from the beginning?�

�How old were you?�

�Eleven.� Mom told me that it was good to let yourself go and make noise but that I shouldn�t disturb other people in the house.�

Mike fingered her vaginal opening as they resumed kissing.� He encountered a definite resistance, the barrier of her hymen.

�Don�t be too rough,� she pleaded in an uneven voice.� �Lick on me now.�

When he crouched in front of her, she raised her knees then parted her legs widely in invitation.� The skirt fell back to expose her full loveliness.

Mike was already highly aroused; his penis was oozing, dripping.� But the sight of Karen�s slender, soft thighs, from knees to the light brown bush, so overwhelmed him that his cock involuntarily erupted.� A thick stream of semen shot forth to smear the girl�s left knee.� It kept coming, and he had to deliver a full release by hand.

Karen burst into laughter.� �You�re making a mess, Mikey!�

Unsated, the guy lowered his head between thighs that glistened with his discharges and fell eagerly on the inviting pussy.� He didn�t need his considerable talent, one taught him by his last girl friend.� Karen went wild from the start.

Her cries and shouts were muffled by thighs that gripped his head, but he knew that his girl was experiencing a wondrous orgasm by her bucking and the pulling of his hair.

After she calmed and pushed his head away, he rose atop her. �Eyes closed, her androgynous face was slack, the lips slightly parted.� Her breathing was still a bit ragged.

He positioned his still rigid cock and pressed at her vagina.

�I want you, Mikey,� she whispered, �but I�d rather do it on a bed.� It�s my first time, you know.�

�We may be here for hours, darling,� he said.

�Then do it.�

Suddenly, the lights flickered and the elevator began to move.

�Oh, Jesus!� Karen exclaimed.� �We can�t be found like this!�

They hurriedly got up and straightened their clothes to some semblance of order.� When the door opened at the ground floor, they appeared to be almost respectable.

To their left, fifteen yards away, John watched them alight.� Suppressing a chuckle, he realized that the set up had progressed beyond his expectations. �As the youngsters approached he heard Karen say, �Let�s go to your place.�

Mike greeted the man with a sheepish grin.� Then he hurried away.� �I forgot my sweater,� he called as he raced towards the elevator.

�How did it go, darling?� John asked Karen, whose blonde face was still flushed with sexual arousal.

�Much better than we planned, John.� I can�t thank you enough.�

��I�m always here to help, darling.� My specialty is helping young girls catch their special boys.�

END

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