("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2007. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Miranda - 1 by Desert Bandit (address withheld) *** This is a story about sexual tension. The protagonist is an 18 year old college freshman who is still a virgin, and an ultra hot, brown haired girl he can't stand named Miranda. He's a freshman, and she's a junior; although she feels a powerful sexual attraction towards him, she makes it a point to repress it and never act on it. The end result is constant anger with no outlet because, well, that energy has to go somewhere. (MF, nc, 1st, rom) *** Jayce never thought he would get into Princeton. Even though his buddies talked about all kinds of horror stories about the Ivies, he really wanted to get in, largely because every male in his family had attended an Ivy League University. His uncle Steve was a Yale graduate, while his father graduated Suma Cum Laude from Harvard. Naturally, as with every son who stands in the shadow of an overachieving father, he felt pressured. Nevertheless, thanks to an effective combination of brown nosing and actual academic effort, he got straight A's in school and graduated at the top of his class. Not only that but his Ivy pedigree had virtually guaranteed him admission. He had succeeded getting into the Ivy University he wanted, but something bothered him; he was still a virgin. While his father and uncles gave him good advice on how to secure a sterling GPA by not neglecting the importance of brown nosing, being Ivy geeks themselves they were clueless as to the female gender. Of course, when one comes from a wealthy enough family, rich men's boys don't have to go to girls, girls go to them. What Jayce wanted though, was someone sincere, someone who liked him for who he was, not what he had. In other words, it was a classic case of a virginal and lovesick emo rich kid. Plenty of girls went to him alright, problem was, he had a tendency to stutter and put his foot in his mouth. All his other friends had already gotten laid (by ugly sluts mind you), and even though the girls in question weren't much to look at, hey, something was something right? It was tough coming from a family with an Ivy background. His dad, ever the nerd, was constantly debating him on Pascal, or even on more obscure Philosophers. The one uncle who didn't attend an Ivy League school, uncle Robert, also constantly bombarded him with equations, numbers and figures. Now, Robert never went to an Ivy League school that is officially an Ivy league school, but its admission criteria give it an unofficial "Ivy" status; the school in question, was M.I.T. Naturally, being an M.I.T. grad, uncle Robert was by far his most annoying relative. I mean, was everything math to that guy? Uncle Robert was like, a Math freak! For his 7th birthday, Robert actually gave Jayce a copy of Newton’s "Principia Mathematica." For his 10th birthday, theories on how to solve Einstein's "theory of everything" which Robert was actually attempting to solve himself. All in all, it was all brain bombardment with him; poor Jayce never played with any toys, not even video games, growing up. He had several friends, but each more clueless than the last about girls. Naturally when he got into Princeton he was more exited about the academic aspect of the place than the potential social life. Princeton had an insane work load like all the Ivies, but, unlike other Ivies, its professors did not have a reputation for being sadists. Nor did the Nobel laureates in its staff neglect their teaching duties the way professors of other Ivy schools did, at the very least, not as much. The general attitude of Nobel Prize winning professors at Harvard for example is "don't bother me; I'm doing research that will change the world." The truth is, at the Ivies, most of the academics that get professorships there care little for the student body, and instead spend most of their time doing research. In fact, the reputation of the Ivies is not so much the quality of education, but the quality of the research a given Doctor can do there. That is, for research purposes, the Ivies are unmatched. Best places in the world. As far as quality education though, that's another story. Princeton was known for delivering both a high quality education AND being a top notch research place, something its administrators often shoved down the throats of Harvard's. That was the reason Jayce wanted to get into Princeton so bad; despite his father's visible disappointment that he did not wish to attend his alma matter, he nevertheless respected Princeton and Jayce felt happy that upon completing his undergraduate work he could just stay there and do research. Feeling a powerful guilt complex over living a privileged life, he majored in Sociology, which he planned to get a Doctorate in to try and save the world. Being sick and tired of Mathematics and the hard sciences, he wished to understand people as a whole population context, rather than on an individual level as with Psychology. Of course, being a Sociology major meant that one of his required classes would be a Psychology one, where he met Miranda. Miranda; the statuesque, light brown haired, New England Brahmin beauty with the sultry eyes. From the few genuinely beautiful women the New England Brahmin have, she was most definitely one of them. Full lips, the prettiest nose anyone would love to own, and a perfect oval shaped face. She had a creamy complexion and soft green eyes, complemented (not hampered) by naturally thin eyebrows. She stood at 5'11 inches, her measurements standing at 37-26-37. Long story short, the girl was a knockout. She was in her Junior year, and so had about 2 years on Jayce at the age of 20. She was one of those people who tended to leave the required courses for the very last minute, of which, she had overlooked an important Psychology course. Why did she study Sociology? It was the major she remotely cared for with the least Math in it, which she wasn't very good at. She was used to A's from the prep school she attended in Boston, generally though, anything that had numbers in it, she had to put in an extra effort. God did she ever hate Math; Miranda always thought Mathematicians were in league with the devil. Hey! They say "the devil is in the details." If the devil is in the details, and Math has a lot of annoying details, doesn't that make Math the devil's invention? Does that mean then, that people whose favorite subject is Math, are Satanists? Miranda always thought so, and generally thought people who were good with numbers to be extremely annoying. Jayce could do college level Calculus equations in his head. Miranda was visibly embarrassed that she had overlooked a Psych course that was required for freshmen, and wanted nothing to do with the underclassmen there. Her attitude was aloof and cold. Jayce, like Miranda, had arrived late to class and so they had to sit close to each other in the back rows. Immediately, Jayce became smitten; he had never seen someone so hot. Now, being wealthy means that one sees a lot of good looking girls, but he had never seen a girl as symetrically perfect as Miranda in his life. Even though she was 2 inches taller than him, Jayce did not seem to mind the height difference. Miranda knew he was devouring her with his eyes but pretended not to notice. God what a pervert! She could feel him staring at her breasts and her legs for the duration of the class. When she knew he wasn't looking she would glance at him. Immediately, when she saw him, she suppressed a laugh. Jayce had an adorably comical appearance that was at once laughable, yet endearing. The moment she saw him she thought she would have a little fun with him; like all hotties she enjoyed tormenting nerds. Jayce though, was unusually cute, in a very cartoonish kind of way. She simply could not get over how funny looking he was, how "drawn" he looked. If a comparison had to be made, you could say Jayce was as comical looking as any "Tenchi Muyo!" male protagonist, and every bit a loser. Poor Jayce was a nerd through and through, what can I say. Strangely though, as funny looking as he was, Miranda felt something that annoyed the hell out of her. Even though she thought he was funny looking (but cute), she also felt a strange tingling feeling in her chest and pussy. Oh my God, was she sexually attracted to him!? No way! Miranda had lost her virginity her freshman year of college to a manly guy who had to shave three times a day. He was an athlete imported from England who was just gorgeous; tall, dark, and yes, handsome. He had a very strong jawline, accentuated of course with really broad shoulders and a hairy chest. Standing at 6'3 inches tall he was a good match for her in the height department too. What on earth was wrong with her body? She didn't feel anything even remotely similar when she first met Nigel, and yet that geek was actually turning her on! Like, what the fuck!? Her attraction towards him went completely against everything she had learned about human evolution. So, here she was, a statuesque brunette, feeling a powerful sexual and emotional attraction towards someone none of her friends would even CONSIDER talking to, much less dating. Nevertheless, her heart and body were reacting to him, and it really annoyed her. Then again, so what? So what if she felt sexually attracted to him? She figured she did not have to act on it. The boorish lecture wore on, and Jayce's focus shifted from the professor, to Miranda's breasts and legs. The class eventually ended, and with a very straight "I'm not looking at you" face, Miranda did her very best not too look in Jayce's direction, and walked out. All the way to the door, she could feel his eyes on her ass. Little pervert! No matter, she would teach him a lesson later. Poor Jayce; 5'9, 145lbs, and on top of that a comical as hell appearance. He wasn't exactly a vision of manliness, and easy prey for the depredations of someone like Miranda. Add to that his painful shyness, and as one can imagine, all hell was about to break loose in his emotional life. Wanting to get his mind off Miranda, he went to the professor to ask him a question about a concept he pretended to not understand. "Mr. Steenberg," the professor said. "Clearly, you haven't been paying attention." Within the space of 2 minutes, the professor repeated the entire lesson to explain a simple definition of a term. Jayce had learned his first lesson about college; make it a point to understand the material, and NEVER ask the professor for help. Ever. Outside the door, Jayce heard snickering. It sounded like Miranda! Saying he needed to go, he bolted. By the time he climbed up the steps though, she had already disappeared. If she was listening in then, maybe she was interested! Suddenly, he was flying on cloud 9. Poor Jayce; so naive. So clueless. Miranda, was a great white shark. Jayce, was a sea lion pup swimming in unfamiliar waters. Do the math. To be continued... ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 51