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This little tale is a work of fictiion. No one in this story is based on anyone in real life. Any apparent references or relationships to real people or events are purely coincidental, and not intentional.

The reader should also recognize that, as everything in this work is fiction, this story is meant for entertainment and amusement. There are many acts described of violence and behavior considered unacceptable by society. No actions are condoned or otherwise sanctioned or encouraged.

Krissie Beavers

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Midas Freshman Part 3

Barbie Begs

White crystals, tiny white crystals. Medi contemplated their significance yet again. He was gazing at TEMPEST when he finally selected the test subject. Checking in the student directory, he wrote down Barbie Hall’s number. He hoped Tommy wasn’t around.

Punching in the number, he listened to it ring. On the third ring he heard a girl’s voice answer. “Hello, is this Barbie?” He worked to make his voice at timid as possible.

Barbie wasn’t sure she recognized the voice. It was obviously foreign. “Yes, this is she. Who is calling please?”

“Hello. This is Medi. I hope I have not called at an inconvenient time. Should I call back later?” He genuinely hoped Tommy wasn’t there.

“Medi?” Barbie was astonished. She couldn’t imagine anyone less likely to call. She knew Tommy would rip his head off if he ran into the Arab. “What can I do for you?”

He hesitated, and allowed himself to hem and haw for a second. “Well, you see, I, well.” He allowed his voice to trail off.

Her puzzlement turned to concern. “Medi, what is it? Is there something wrong? I’ve always found it best to just say it outright.”

“Well. This is so hard for me to say. I hope you will not take offense. I was hoping to enlist your support.” He paused for effect. “Um, Barbie?” He heard her ‘yes’. “I was hoping to make amends with Tommy.” He went on in a rush. “I feel very bad about what happened.
And I wish to repair our relationship. Would you be willing to help me?”

What could Barbie say? She agreed at once, a maternal instinct coming to the surface. She was sympathetic to his plea to meet as soon as possible. She admired his desire to get to the bottom line. And she agreed that they should meet, but some place a bit out of the way. They settled on Three Travelers, a small tavern out near the Interstate, away from the University. She knew roughly where it was, although she had never been inside.

Barbie pulled her red Jeep Wrangler into the parking lot. She checked her blonde hair in the mirror, and added a touch of lipstick to repair a slight smudge. Her eyes were fine. Stepping down out of her jeep, she straightened her outfit. The tight white stretch pants had ridden down her hips a bit, and she tugged them up. Unless she was careful, her pink panties would show. Even pulled up, there were still two inches of her bare midriff showing leading up to her matching white zip up top. And the material was a bit on the thin side, suggesting the pink bra supporting her modest sized breasts.

Stepping into the dimly lit bar, she saw that Medi was already there, setting at a table. She was unaware that he had actually made the call to her from one of the nearby phone booths. As she made her way to the table, she was aware she was attracting the attention of several redneck types setting at the bar. She was grateful to set down across from the slender Arab. She was mildly surprised to see that there was a carafe of white wine already there, with two glasses. Medi had already doctored it. It was safe for him to drink as TEMPEST had no effect on males.

He seemed nervous and, even though she was less than comfortable, she felt a need to calm him down. She smiled a quiet, reassuring smile. “Hi Medi. I am so happy you wanted to meet. I think it is a good idea for you and Tommy to get over your troubles.”

Medi ran his hands through his hair. He grinned a sheepish smile. “I, too, think this is a good idea. I am astonished this has gone as far as it has. I hope we can find a way to make this right.” He motioned to the wine. “I took the liberty of ordering a white wine. I seem to remember you like Rieslings, correct?” She nodded as he poured her a drug laced glass. He then poured some into his own glass. He raised his and nodded to her. She picked hers up and nodded to him. She took a sip, as did he. He took a deeper one and motioned for her to do the same. She reciprocated.

“I am sure we can find a way Medi. After all, Tommy is not a bad man, anymore than you are. The two of you just got a little carried away.” She mimicked him in taking another sip. “I will speak to him, and then the two of you can meet and make up, okay?”

He nodded in reply, and then smiled a nervous smile. “Am I permitted to ask you a personal question?” He need to stall for time until the drug took effect. It was her turn to nod. “How is it you met Tommy?”

Barbie smiled and pushed back a stray lock of blonde hair. She proceeded to tell him how her roommate had set her up on a blind double date with Tommy. They were to meet at a party. From the discussions she had already had with her roommate, she knew it was Tommy. They danced and had a good time at the party. From there they had started going out on dates. Pretty soon they were an item. She asked if Medi had a girlfriend.

Medi shook his head. “No, I do not have a girlfriend, either here or back home.” He was trying to study her without seeming to. He finished the last of his glass and reached for the half empty carafe. He poured some more for himself and, without asking, topped her glass off again. He took another sip and she followed suite.

“While I am here, I am to study hard. After I complete University, I will return home.” He paused for a moment. “And then my parents will introduce me to my betrothed.” Barbie perked up and asked him to describe her. “Well, I really don’t know her. I have never met her. It was all arranged long ago.”

Barbie was genuinely shocked. “What? How can that be?” When he took another sip of his wine, so did she. “That sounds so backward. After all, Medi, this is the 21st Century. And your country cannot possibly be that way, can it?” And then she stopped. she wasn’t sure if she had gone too far.

He laughed a small laugh. “It is not so bad. I trust my parents to pick a good Arab girl for me. I don’t have to fret over it.” He took yet another sip of the wine. It really wasn’t very good, but it would have to do. “Besides, I can make other arrangements, if I choose.”

Barbie was puzzled. As she got ready to speak again, she thought she could almost feel an itch or something between her legs. Perhaps she might go to the ladies room in a few minutes. “What do you mean by arrangements?” He explained, without any particular emotion, that he could arrange to meet other women, if he chose.

She was offended by this casual regard for marriage. She was sarcastic. “Do the women get to make arrangements, too?” She heard him laugh, thinking she had made a joke. “And I suppose you are allowed a harem, too?” She was thinking how unfair this was.

He was suddenly all seriousness. “Oh no, Barbie, of course not. Only the royals do that. We do not do that sort of thing in this century.”

Barbie leaned forward. As she did so, she could feel a tingle in her vagina. She put it out of her mind. “But why do women stand for that kind of society? Why don’t they say something?”

Medi was talking, no longer stalling for time, but was genuinely interested in explaining his culture to this shallow American girl. “In our country, our women understand that they are better off when they are taken care of.” He tried to make a joke as her face darkened. “After all, if they were not taken care of, they would be at the mercy of men like me. I believe you Americans call us wolves, do you not?”

She smiled in return. At least he was not trying to convert her to anything, if he were joking about it. Of course, women being taken care of would not work in America. At some level of her mind, she did have to admit that it might be fun to do that as a game, to let the little dears think they were running the show. Sometimes it was fun to pretend to be at their beck and call, at their mercy. “You do not seem like a wolf to me.”

Medi could see a light sheen of sweat on her forehead. “You might be surprised.” She crossed her legs under the table for he second time in about a minute. At last he thought she was responding to the drug.

Barbie was feeling definite heat in her womanhood. For some reason she seemed to be in the initial stages of some kind of sexual response to all of this. “I think I could never live in the society you are describing. It is degrading and unnatural. I have been born to freedom and that is all I can imagine.”

He leaned forward again. “Barbie. I do not mean to be offensive to you. However, as you have been judging my society, would I be permitted to offer some observations on your country?” She nodded.

He was warming to his subject now. “The problem with your country is really quite simple. American men do not act like men. They all act like eunuchs. Or perhaps they want to be women. They act like gays rather than the stallions that God created them to be.” He was looking earnestly into her eyes. “May I be permitted one more observation, of a more personal nature?” She uncrossed her legs again as she nodded. “If you were serviced by a real man, you would be better off. If Tommy were doing his job properly, you understand what I am saying.” He looked searchingly into her eyes to see if there were an answering spirit.

Barbie was slightly put off by what Medi had said. Tommy was forceful enough when she allowed him. From time to time he wanted to do some really disgusting things in bed. It was all right to play at it once in a while, but if she encouraged him he would want to sodomize her or cum in her mouth all time time.

The slender Arab asked her if she were comfortable with the freedom she currently had. Her breasts were beginning to tingle and she recognized she was becoming sexually interested. “I am proud of how I am and how my country works. I wouldn’t have it any other way!” As she completed her statement she reached for her glass of wine. She overreached and almost knocked it over.

He laughed. “I think it is more simple than that. You have never been with a real man. You do not know what it is like to feel like a real woman. Only one who has been with a real man can know that.”


Barbie was gripping her glass. She was puzzled by the jangled feeling her muscles seemed to be in. She had an urge to rub her breasts. They were tingling. “Oh Medi, that is just stone-age thinking. It has never been like that. You men all have this illusion that women have rape fantasies. That, somehow, that is what we want and what we need. What we are looking for is a partner, someone to share our lives with.”

Medi laughed. “Perhaps so. Anyway, it was nice to have gotten to know you a little better. And we had a little fun, didn’t we?” He chuckled again, and she joined in. He looked at the nearly empty carafe. “Would you care for some more, or do you think we are done?”

Barbie started as she suddenly felt her pussy become wet. She hoped she wasn’t going to stain her white stretch pants. Her panties were none too thick. And she realized her breathing had become irregular. “N’n no. I have had enough, I tink, err think.” She could feel that she was sweating a bit. It must be the wine she had drunk. Two glasses, if she remembered correctly. When she got back to the University, she was going to get her hands on Tommy and tear his clothes off. And then she would make him make love to her over and over.

She pushed back her chair and stood up. Medi stood with her. She had never noticed that the hair on his chest was so black. She wondered how hairy he was. She almost giggled at the thought of doing it with someone with that much hair. Tommy was smooth all over. As they walked toward the door, she had to resist the temptation to lean against him. Even so, as they passed through the door, his hip brushed against hers. And she felt a wave of heat rush through her body. She could not believe how erotic their conversation had been.

Outside, she is surprised that it is still light. But the shadows are long and it will be dark soon. Her breasts are hot and it is agony not to rub them. Medi bumps his hip against hers. More electric current surges through her body. She knows he has done this intentionally. And then he is asking her if she is all right.

Walking and talking become a bit of a problem. As she tells him she is okay, she stumbles on the uneven pavement. She was never in any real danger of falling, but his arm goes around her waist to steady her. She can feel his hip against hers, his shoulder against hers. They walk several strides before he lets go of her. He was quite slow to do so. She knew she should object to his liberties, but she finds that this afternoon has turned her on. And then they are at her Jeep.

Medi could feel his rigid manhood demanding to be freed from the prison of his pants. He stood a couple of inches from her, feeling the heat of her body. He looked at her until she made eye contact with him. “May I ask you a personal question?”

She laughed and brushed her hair back. “S-s-sure, why n-not? We d-don’t have many secrets from each other, d-do we?”

He put on his most earnest face. “May I kiss you?” He searched her face.

Barbie didn’t know what to say. She knew she should tell him no, in no uncertain terms. But she was in desperate need. Her pussy was wet and her breasts were so hot. Her whole body was hot. If she said anything to encourage him, there would be no way she could stop him.

“I am not sure what your silence means. I must assume you do not wish me to do so. If you do not want me to kiss you, I will not.”

Barbie was almost petrified. He turned to go and she could not stand it. Never really understanding why, she reached out and grabbed him by the shoulder, turning him to her. Throwing her arms around his neck, she pulled his face to hers and began to kiss him. She pressed her hot body against his. When his tongue probed her mouth, she found herself opening it, luring his tongue into her moist, eager mouth. She felt one of his hands press up between their bodies and grasp her breast. It felt like heaven. She moaned and thrust her hips against him. She felt as if she were on the verge of an orgasm.

Medi was astonished at the lack of reserve on the part of his enemy’s girlfriend. He wanted to make sure this was for real. He tried to push away from her, but she grabbed his hair, pulling him to her. “Barbie. What is wrong? What will Tommy think? Is this what you really want?”

Barbie was over the edge. She growled at him. “What I want is for you to get in this jeep, right now.” She opened the door, having already used the electronic toy to unlock it. Turning from him, she unhooked the seat and leaned it forward, clearing the way to get in the back. She jumped in, grabbing for him as she did so. She didn’t want him to get away.

In the jeep, she pushed him down into the back seat. As he settled in, she unzipped her top and pulled it over her head. She let Medi admire her chest as she reached around and undid her satin pink bra. Her average sized melons were crowned with hard, erect nipples. He let her take his hands and place one on each of her breasts. As he squeezed and groped her prize possessions, she kicked out of her tennis shoes and pulled down her thin white stretch pants. Breathing heavily, she straddled him with her naked body. She could feel his manhood through his pants, something she needed in the worst way.

Medi leaned forward and kissed one of her breasts. As he began to suck, he heard her moan. He concentrated on first the left one and then the right one as she figured out the mysteries of his belt and zipper. And then he was free, and she was gripping him.

Barbie took his rod and rubbed her pussy with it. She felt such a wave of pleasure and desire, such as she had never known before. She couldn’t wait, and lifted herself high enough for him to reach her hole. And then she plunged down on top of him. She was immediately swept away with a powerful orgasm.

Medi felt his face buried in her chest, and he kissed and sucked as she bucked on top of him. He tried to relax and enjoy the experience as she rode him. He felt and heard her orgasms as she began to cum. And then his own excitement grew. His hands found her hips and he began to hold her tightly to him. And he began to raise his own hips, forcing himself totally up into her.

Barbie rode the slender Arab, uncaring that she was totally unprotected. She felt him gripping her roughly, and she loved it. She had never felt such a need for a man as she had now. She moaned again, as another orgasm overwhelmed her. And then she heard him groaning and his body go rigid. She moaned and whimpered as he began to shoot his Arab seed into her unprotected white belly. And she loved it. She continued to ride him until he was too soft to continue. Unlike previous lovemaking sessions with Tommy, she wanted more.

Medi lay back in the seat, panting, trying to regain his breath. He felt a slight revulsion for the naked, sweating slut on him. He had had his fun and he was ready to leave. If he had taken DESTINY, he would still be rearing to go, matching her needs with his demands. He endured her kisses on his neck, and the rubbing of her sticky pussy against his manhood. But he wasn’t terribly interested.

Barbie rubbed against him, hoping to arouse him again. And she needed him again. While the fuck had helped for the moment, she felt her pussy growing hot again, and her breasts in need of attention. She naked her hand down between the two of them and found his manhood. She was disappointed that he was very soft. She stroked him and gently squeezed him, but nothing was happening. Still in urgent need of him, she slide between his legs and knelt on the floor of the Wrangler. His cock looked so funny, with the hood over his little hole. Looking up at him with, what she hoped, were bedroom eyes, she leaned forward and kissed his meat. She had never tasted anything like this when she had sucked Tommy off. Some part of her recognized that she was tasting the two of them.

Medi enjoyed Barbie’s work. She licked him and tried to take him into her mouth. As he began to respond, he guided her more to the head of his cock, where he was most sensitive. At some point he began to rock in time to her.

Barbie’s fingers had been at work, relieving some of her sexual desire, as she turned her mind off. It was so easy to get into a rhythm of licking, licking, licking. She did her best to protect his flesh from her sharp teeth as she sucked and licked and kissed. When his hardness seemed sufficient to her, she pulled her head off of him and rose to meet him. Still holding his manhood, she maneuvered her body down onto him. As soon as she got him into her slick hole, she wrapped her legs around him and her arms around his neck. It felt so good to have him still in her. And they danced the ancient biological dance of procreation. In the gathering darkness, anyone looking on would have been drawn to the rocking Jeep and the steamed up windows. As they drew near, they would have been encouraged by the whimpering and moaning of a woman out of her rational mind. And the end would have been punctuated by the triumphant groan of her rooster crowing over his conquest.

Medi collapsed on the seat, pushes Barbie’s hand away from his limp manhood. But she presses her slick naked body against him, trying to interest him again. Her nipples are hard, and she can feel the heat rising from her womanhood yet again. She neither stops to ponder this, nor does she make any attempt to curb her need for more cock.

Medi, pushed her hands away again, and held her face with his two hands. “Barbie, you are in a bad way, yes?” The sex consumed woman has straddled his leg, and has begun rubbing her pussy against his thigh.

He gripped her hair and pulled her face toward his. He evaded a kiss, knowing where her mouth has been. “Do you want to go inside and see if there are any other takers, would you like that?” Her continued rubbing against him caused Medi to wonder if she were really understanding what he had said. He reached down and picked up her top and handed it to her. “Here baby, put this on, and we will go inside.” Barbie giggled at him and tried to push it away. He thrust it at her and she finally put it in. She pouted for a moment, and then pulled her pants on over her naked body.

When he put his arm around her waist, she glued herself to him. Stride for stride, they returned to the tavern. Several patrons turned to them as the door closed behind them. They took in the shapely blonde with her hair damp from sweat. Her nipples were poking through her thin white top, and there was a suggestion of a darker color at the union between her legs. He sat her down on a barstool, and she began crossing and uncrossing her legs.

He gave her breast a squeeze, one she readily welcomed, and walked over to a couple of truck-driver types. He nodded to Barbie. “Would you like to meet my friend?” They looked at him like he must be joking. “I assure you, she would very much like to meet you. Would you be interested? I assure you there are no tricks.” They still looked suspicious. He motioned for Barbie to come over, and she was there, practically in a single bound.

They looked from him to her and broad smiles appeared on their stubbled faces. He pushed Barbie in the direction of one of them, and she was immediately in his lap. He took a look back as he stepped out the door. She was straddling him, her hands pulling his to her exposed breasts. He wondered when she would come out of it. And he was even more curious what she would tell Tommy, assuming she saw him anymore.