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(FFM, 1st, nc) *** Jayce had never gone on a single date with Miranda, and yet, he felt like he had a sort of "relationship" with her. The truth of the matter is, it was obvious enough she was being a bitch and playing with him; flirting with him one minute, shooting him down whenever he offered a date the next, and then all of a sudden popping up with a new "boyfriend." Not really a boyfriend, but some other desperate "loser" type (some even bigger "losers" than Jayce), that she just picked at random from the crowd to piss him off, which of course it did. It was obvious enough that Miranda had feelings for him; he could see it in her eyes every time they spoke, and on many occasions she couldn't even look at him in the eye. Miranda herself was perfectly aware of the fact, but kept denying it to herself, over and over. "How was it possible" she thought to herself "for someone like ME, to develop feelings for someone like HIM!" "He IS NOT what I want!" she kept telling herself "HE IS NOT the type of guy I look for in a relationship!" Nevertheless, there it was, very strong feelings for him she wouldn't admit. And a horrible, empty, aching feeling in her crotch that really annoyed the hell out of her whenever she was around him. Whenever she felt particularly horny, she would come up with some excuse or other to end the conversation and then scamper off somewhere. "She couldn't fall for him; it was now her senior year, and he was a sophomore, so there was no way it could work. Before she even graduated she had been offered work at some big shot office in Manhattan, and she couldn't say no. Horny as she felt for him, her career, her life, came first. Selfish? Arrogant? Of course it was, but then, she was Miranda, a Boston Brahmin princess. She had no time for moral qualms, only her own needs. "And frankly" she thought to herself "that little turd is in the way." Even though her feelings for him, and her sexual desire for him were both strong, in the end she saw him as a nuisance. So what if meeting him had triggered in her some sort of chemistry between the two? In life, you can have chemistry with lots of people, and what she wanted, was to have chemistry with the type of guy SHE wanted to be with, no someone like Jayce. Despite this, she was obsessed with him; she couldn't put him out of her mind, and it annoyed the hell out of her. Finally, she decided it was time to humiliate him. *** Jayce, having just ended another conversation with Miranda, was floating on cloud 9, naively, as always. He thought that sooner or later she would change, that she would stop being such as snob, and, as they say "love conquers all" right? He couldn't have been more wrong; Jayce should have heeded Clyde's warnings. In a gesture of unspeakable generosity on the part of someone like Clyde, Jayce was informed that with the female gender, it ultimately boils down to two basic things. Namely, "bullshit," and "power." With a little bit of power, just a little bit, if you can crank out enough bullshit, with enough confidence, its more than enough to get between a woman's legs. In other words, Clyde spoke like a true player. Jayce, when arguing with Clyde, often had a naïve "oh god, it can't be true!" tone, and naturally pulled out all of his nerd resources to argue his way out. He tried in vain to make logical arguments about how it didn't make sense that girls behaved that way, he pulled out Psychological research talking about the harm such behavior does to women, and even quoted from feminist texts which said that women want a sensitive guy. Clyde's response? Gut busting laughter. He didn't even try to argue back; all he did was laugh in Jayce's face saying "dude, you have lived a sheltered life, you need to get out there more and get more exposed to people." Of course Jayce didn't listen; he spent his time either studying, or playing Grand Theft Auto IV or Resident Evil 5 on his PS3. While our boy Jayce was playing video games, Clyde of course was getting laid. In other words, another "typical day" in a college campus... lonely nerd is alone at home playing video games, and Mr. Player is getting laid. More pathetic still, Jayce thought of Miranda every time a chic with dark hair would appear in a crowd while playing GTAIV. "She looks just like Miranda" he would sigh longingly, wishing he could be cuddled next to her, enjoying a movie or something. Sadly though, it was not gonna happen. Jayce was now 19, and STILL a virgin and, even more messed up, he had gotten plenty of offers. It may be a bit tough to swallow, but there are lots of hot skanks who are really into nerds. The type of skank who most likes to prey on nerds in fact, is the goth chick. It's like a law of nature; if there are nerds somewhere, you can rest assured some ultra-hot goth chick who smells of leather and some other strange odor will be on the prowl for a nerd. Goth girls, generally (at least a lot of them) tend to be smoking hot. A bit on the pallid side, but HOT nevertheless. Because they are really into that whole "embrace the darkness" type of stuff, naturally, for fun they will sometimes seek people whom to corrupt, and naturally since nerds tend to be virgins, they make ideal targets when a goth chick feels like "destroying innocence." One of them, a raven haired beauty named Karen, on occasion brazenly went up to him and grabbed his crotch. As Clyde and the other fraternity brothers looked on, they reacted in a typical frat boy manner; "WHOOOOOO!!! GO JAYCE!!!" Indeed, Clyde tried, in vain, to talk Jayce into screwing Karen on many occasions, telling him "look, Miranda is a lost cause, and she is just using you for her own amusement; give it up!" And then pathetically Jayce would retort "but you know I like her! How can I sleep with another girl if I like Miranda?" Blah, blah, blah, b.s., b.s., sometimes, Clyde wondered why he even tried. In the end though, the fall semester of Jayce's second year in college was over, and of course so was Clyde's tenure; he was a 5 year senior, and that one semester, he was only there for internship "work." He knew he didn't really need it; being a frat boy, the son of a powerful Chicago Law Baron, his position in Harvard Law School was secure. He left Jayce to his fate, thinking his good deed was done, and that was that. *** Miranda had it all planned perfectly; she thought of the perfect way to humiliate Jayce. For elective credit, they were both taking a drama class, and during the second semester of Jayce's sophomore year, and Miranda's final semester, they were going to conduct a huge play. A comedy in which one of the protagonists gets soaked in water for attempting to "violate the virginity" of the female protagonist. The play, took place in Italy, circa 1920, when killing a man in defense of a woman's virginity, was perfectly acceptable in a court of law. In Italy, in the 1920's, if you were caught flirting with an unmarried young woman, to protect her virginity, her father, mother, or god mother, or whoever took care of her, could shoot you like a dog and not serve time. The reason for this harsh law, was because in Italy, since the time of the Romans, rape has been very common. During the early 20th century it reached such epidemic proportions that parents of young women reserved the right to kill any young man they did not want near their daughter. Of course, the joke of the play is, is that the character Jayce was playing was such a pathetic wretch, such a total loser, that even though he had managed to score with the female protagonist, they felt such pity for him that they merely threw him out of the house, and in one scene, dropped a bucket of water on him from the terrace window. Miranda's plan, was that she was going to go into the changing room for the male actors, and switch Jayce's costume, with a costume that dissolved in water. That way, when the bucket of water was dumped on him, his clothes would dissolve. The idea actually made her snicker a little bit; imagining his peanut sized testicles, and pencil-thin nerd-dick exposed for the full view of an audience that would be laughing hysterically at him. For making him feel strong feelings for him, she felt the need to "punish" him. It doesn't make any sense, but that is how snobs think. Going into the changing room of the male actors was not going to be a problem; all she had to do was use her charm, and the 45 year old security guard who dropped out of school in the 8th grade would be like a little kid in her hands. Sneaking in there didn't need brain power, she just needed to use her pussy power. As we all know, pussy power can be far more effective than brain power in certain situations, and this was one of them. The best part was, she didn't even need to screw him, give him a blowjob, or pleasure of any kind; she just needed to ACT like she was going to, and that would have been enough. A sweet smile, a little flirtatiousness; considering what a dumbfuck Myron was, boy was that ever going to be easy. One of Miranda's brainier friends, a blonde who acted stupid as a "cover," but who in reality majored in Chemistry, put the clothes together for her. Miranda's friend Tiffany was a freakishly smart girl, who, it just so happened, had been both "queen bee" and "valedictorian" of her High School. In other words, that rare type of girl that is every nerd and ugly fat chick's worst nightmare. As a "cover," so no one would suspect she was a star pupil, she acted like a total airhead to be more accepted into the popular cliques of girls. In reality, as stated, she was freakishly smart. Of all her friends, Miranda was the only one who caught on to her act, and even though she wasn't anywhere nearly as brainy as Tiffany, she had far more experience in controlling and manipulating people. For all intents and purposes, in that friendship, Miranda was the one in control. As with all groups of girls, there is always one that gives all the orders, the others just shut up and listen without question. Naturally, Tiffany was a dangerous "challenger" to Miranda's "throne," and she had to be eliminated or, at least, brought under control. When it comes to manipulating people, you can do one of two things with your rivals; you can make it a point to ostracize them from your group (as girls often do), OR, you can become best of friends with them. Miranda was an expert at spotting rivals. In fact, no sooner had she come in her freshman year of college, that she took over the sorority. The former defacto "queen bee" sister was having an affair with the football coach, which Miranda filmed. Naturally, true to form, she blackmailed and manipulated her way to the top of the food chain in that clique. Deep down, Miranda was actually a very kind and sweet girl, however, poisoned as she was by her friends in High School, and that whole "clique" environment, she hurt and or destroyed a lot of people. As stated previously, Jayce was fresh meat, and she was a great white shark. Already, by his sophomore year of college he was getting chewed up by her. And yet, despite all the things she did, every time she thought of Jayce, she felt a deep sense of shame. He was always such a perfect gentleman, and treated her better than all the creeps who had been her boyfriends, and the previous 4 guys she slept with. That fact that she had been "around the block," albeit with limited experience, made her more deeply ashamed. Instinctively she knew he was a virgin; the truth is, girls can smell virgin guys from a mile away. He had that aura of innocence around him, that aura that some she-devil had not yet drained him, or hurt him to the point where he would become a manipulative, lying creep. Its one of the ironies of American culture; a lot of guys who start out "nice," often end up becoming "jerks" sooner or later. Often, it's the stupid ones who don't make the transition... Inexplicably, to her own mind, Miranda cried every night. Basically, her clique-ish existence was not at all compatible with who she actually was. She really didn't enjoy hurting all the girls and hapless guys she did, it was all largely out of habit than anything else. Sometimes she had a good time but most of the time, it was empty laughter, which would soon be followed by regret. To hide the fact that she often cried for hours every night, she often put on an arrogant, even conceited exterior. The truth of the matter was, she was a very lonely girl, and knowing how many people she hurt, how many people she alienated with her behavior, made her even lonelier. She hated Jayce bitterly, and the reason was, she felt she didn't deserve someone like him. She was no longer even a virgin. Before it was not an issue, because, after all, guys were creeps, and she never thought she would meet someone worth falling for. However, when a girl meets a guy she really is in love with, all of a sudden her past sex partners catch up with her, and the sense of regret begins. Miranda's sexual past was pretty tame by sorority girl standards; I mean, hell, a lot of girls have 4 partners by the end of their sophomore year of HIGH SCHOOL, not by the end of college. She hated the sexual desire she felt for him, she hated how kind and sweet he was, the intense feelings she felt that she had never felt before, and she hated, most of all, the fact that she was actually in love with him. The pain was bad before, when she met Jayce, it only got worse. All of a sudden, all wrongs she had done, were laid bare. All of a sudden, all the wrong she did, did not seem like so much fun anymore. And it was all because of him. She had to humiliate him. She had to punish him. He had to suffer, at all costs, he had to. *** The end of the year was drawing near, and with it, the "big play." It wasn't even going to take place in an indoors theater; it was an elaborate set up, where the play would actually take place in an outdoors amphitheater, like those used by the ancient Greeks. Jayce was actually really exited; he was looking forward to it, and discovered, he actually liked acting, more than anything else. School was so easy, so boring, but not acting. Acting, pushed his intellectual limits. He did not realize just how much brain power acting actually took, to do it well and convincingly that is. It required unbelievable focus and concentration at all times, he had to be aware of the tone and pitch of his voice, the lines he was reciting, AND the way he was interacting with the other cast members. In other words he had to multi-task inside his head while the play was going on. He actually considered switching his major from Psychology, to acting he loved it so much. And, indeed, it showed; he did it so well, whenever he took over a character, when you watched him, you saw the character, not Jayce himself. Give him the role of the vampire Lestat, and he was Lestat, and you saw and experienced Lestat. There was no "Jayce" in there during the acting; none of his personality snuck through, he never lost focus, and all in all, his performances were amazing. He also had incredible memory; when the drama class did "Hamlet," he memorized the main role within 15 minutes. His father was so obsessed with Jayce doing well in school, as a little kid, he drilled him and drilled him with "speed reading" computer software, to the point where he could read close to 1,000 words per minute. Jayce's father was so obsessive, and trained him for such long hours, Jayce's reading abilities did eventually begin to border on superhuman. In the end though, it served him very well; he needed very little time to prepare for roles, and he could memorize entire scripts with such ease and speed, that all the extra time he had, he spent rehearsing in front of a digital camera. For Miranda of course, it was a huge turn on; she secretly liked guys with brains. That of course annoyed the hell out of her, and that little fact made Jayce, yet, even MORE annoying. Still, Jayce was exited, because he was going to give the performance of his life, just for Miranda. When he recited his lines, whenever he practiced, all he could think about was her. That poor devil did not know what awaited him, and naively thought to himself "I need to give a good performance; in a play, it's important all actors do their job well, because bad acting can be an embarrassment to all, even if it's on the part of only one person." Jayce was just obsessed with the idea of acting so well that he would win the drama prize from the University. Miranda, was constantly pinning, having misgivings and second thoughts about what she was about to do. But then she remembered what a total loser he was, and had to punish him. *** The big day finally came, and where Jayce was elated, Miranda was tense as hell, worried her plan would fail. In fact, she was a bit fidgety. Really fidgety. Ever the naïve sweetheart, Jayce reassured her, told her not to worry, that she would do fine, etc, etc, etc. Miranda just smiled a quick, insincere that hid anger and tension behind it. The pressure of being on stage, the nerve racking feeling of having thousands of eyes on her for the duration of that stupid thing. The feeling that some pervert in the audience was going to eye her head to foot. That several perverts were going to eye her head to foot. The overpowering nerve racking feeling, that some of those perverts would picture her naked. The unbelievable fear, the nervousness, that some of those perverts would fantasize about having sex with her! God the pervs! The tremendous, unimaginable, sickening feeling at the pit of her stomach, that people would HATE her performance. The sheer TERROR, that someone in the audience was going to embarrass her. That she would look stupid acting next to Jayce, that he acted so well, that people would suspect they had a relationship for real, which she did not want! The OVERPOWERING stage fright! Nevertheless, she had to go out there; she did not get that elective credit, she was not going to graduate. The show began, and the scene rolled along. By the end of it, the audience was laughing hysterically, both at the cleverly used humor, the implied political references, and most of all Jayce and Miranda's hilarious performance. The characters in the play, mirrored their real life selves, as fate would have it, so naturally each was perfect in the role. There were instances even, in which Miranda WAS NOT acting; when her character insulted Jayce's character, Miranda made it a point to do it for real, just to blow some steam at Jayce. Not realizing this, the Drama professor was just elated, and even giggled like a school girl from the excitement, from watching her, ah, "act." By the end of the first scene, the audience was laughing raucously; they had been laughing so hard, many were hoarse, some were even coughing. When the curtains fell there was a standing ovation, and even the fraternity brothers, some of which were Clyde's buddies and defacto "protégés" were screaming and hollering. Not to mock the play, but because of the fact that they genuinely liked it. The gay drama professor was elated, so much so that he actually gave Miranda and Jayce, both, a peck on the cheek. "OOOOOOOOOOHHHHH the two of you were just faaaaabulous! And you Miranda, you just look aaaabsoluuuutely ADORABLE in that get up! For real life clothing options you should really consider using that color more often, it SO flatters you! And you Jayce, great job! I expect nothing less from you! Take 5; it is well earned, both of you! I don't need to see the end of the play; I have already put the grades into my computer, and you both get A's!" Jayce was relieved the scene was over, and seeing an opportunity to get away from him, Miranda stormed off to the girls' changing room. She felt inexplicable fury, on a level she had never quite felt. She was angrier at Jayce than she had ever been; even though, for all practical purpose, her time at school was over, she still thought about her rep obsessively, about her image. Graduation was only a week away, and that whole play was a sort of "present" for them. "Fucking bullshit," she thought to herself "what do I care about this! I just want my fucking grade so that I can get the fuck out of here and get the fuck away from that fucking loser!" The tension had made her gassy, so, she let out a power bomb which could be heard audibly outside. One of the actors, a fraternity guy, said to everyone; "Never mind brother Steve; whatever chick released that honker, is the new bomb master! All hail, the new bomb master!" Oh, yes; the title "bomb master" was an honorific, ah, "prize" given at Clyde's frat house for whoever could fart the loudest. Apparently Miranda's stink bomb beat them all. One of Miranda's girlfriends, who was dropping by to give her moral support, walked into the changing room saying; "You're the new 'bomb master'" she said matter-of-factly "And what the fuck exactly is that?" Miranda asked, not angrily, but very annoyed and flustered. "Oh" her friend said coyly "you farted with such force everyone outside heard it. Some of the members in the audience even though there had been an accident back stage." All Miranda could do was blush; like a, uh, "typical hot girl," Miranda was not normally gassy. It was only in situations when she was really, really nervous. Indeed, she had been holding it in for the duration of the first scene, and was constantly praying she would not release it with 5,000 eyes on her. On top of that, she had that stupid loser to deal with! "Don't worry girlfriend, I got you covered" her friend said, handing her an anti-gas pill, which Miranda swallowed without water. "Thank you you're a saint! Now, get out of my way! The next scene will start soon!" As Miranda shoved her friend out of the way, and she was clear of the room, all her friend could do was shake her head and say "you're welcome..." *** It was now the moment of truth; the final scene had come up, and the moments of comedy were over. The audience sat transfixed as to what would happen next; was Giuseppe Delpino going to win the love of his life Beatrice, and successfully steal her away from her parents, OR, was he going to be pumped full of lead by her angry and ever-watchful bulldog type nanny? At this point, the audience was genuinely siding with the hero of the story, thinking Beatrice was a bitch. So, it was obvious the female lead loved him, they had even made love (as it was alluded to in one of the scenes), and, she had not revealed the fact that she was no longer a virgin to her parents. Meaning, she clearly had feelings for him, because if she didn't, at her whim, she could have him dead. Nevertheless, just like Miranda toyed around with Jayce, so too did Beatrice toy around with poor Giuseppe. As the last part of the scene began, Jayce began reciting his own poetry, reciting it, so that it sounded like it was part of the play, but in reality, declaring his love for Miranda, who his poem called "Beatrice" of course. When the nerdy girl, who was the director, saw this, she immediately tried to charge out on the stage to yell "cut! Cut! Stop the play!" because, clearly, that was not in the script! Nevertheless the Drama professor watched in fascination, thinking to himself; "He's only been here a year, and already he's acting so well he can improvise without a script. Amazing." When he regained himself from having been lost in thought, finally he said "no, let him continue; let the play end like this." Poor Jayce; little did he know his romantic moment was about to be ruined. He had planned for it, dreamed about it, fantasized about how Miranda, would appreciate it, etc. Indeed, it DID have the desired effect, but, see, Miranda knew full well, that poetry was not part of the script, and intuitively, she knew, the poem was directed at her, not her character Beatrice. Her heart began pounding furiously, and she became more furious than ever. Between the tension, and the fact that stupid anti-gas pill had given her a hellish stomach ache, on top of all that, with every word Jayce uttered, he was making her heart pound like crazy. In a moment of fury, before the planned time even, out of angry resentment for making her feel what she felt, she unloaded the bucket of water on him. No sooner did the water wash over Jayce, that his clothes were dissolved, and he was standing there, stark naked, in front of 5,000 people. Every actor or actresses worst nightmare, and it was all because of Miranda. Deep down he realized why his clothes had dissolved, and as his nerdy, intelligent brain put it together, it was all finally starting to fall into place. In fact, the horrid realization of it all, was far worse than the humiliation. All the women in the audience gasped audibly; his nuts were the size of tennis balls, and he was hung like a horse! Miranda was also thrown for a curve ball, and her jaw dropped to the floor; her prank partly backfired. The men of the audience though, were laughing hysterically, thinking it was all part of the show. Clyde's fraternity brothers knew better though, and one of them, who happened to have the latest version of the I-Phone that came with a digital camera, filmed the whole thing; Jayce standing there naked, staring blankly with shock, in disbelief at what had happened, while the audience laughed hysterically at him. Now, of course the audience meant no malice; everyone thought it was part of the play. Of course, poor Jayce felt different. The drama professor immediately ordered that the curtain be dropped, and asked the director to cue the band for the "closing theme," the play ended 45 minutes early. Immediately, the ever-resourceful director sprinted towards jayce with one of the extra costumes, one which had a really large cape, and of course no sooner had he gotten the clothes that he got dressed. The professor was furious, and threatened to fail everyone, if the person responsible did not confess. Wanting revenge for a stunt Miranda had pulled against her, the friend who had given her the anti gas pill, immediately ratted on her. She knew Miranda would never confess, even with the threat of everyone in a class being flunked. Also, she had been waiting a long time, for the perfect opportunity, and this was it. Miranda gave her a glare that could have perforated through steel walls; it had a lot of venom in it. All the friend did was smile and say, very coyly, very satisfied with herself; "Ciao!" Miranda would not get her back; that same night her bags were packed, and she drove off to god-knows-where. She was already done with school, and as everyone knows, it ends early for seniors. Miranda's ego, more than her heart, was bruised; she had been one-upped by a girl she deemed as an airhead, little more than a cronie to be used, but not a real friend. She underestimated her, but would not repeat that mistake in the future, when she entered the corporate world. More than feeling the pain of losing a friend, Miranda felt embarrassed over being one-upped. Yeah, she was that big of an egotistical bitch.... All Jayce could do was stand there, with a deep frown, in deep silence, his head hung low. He understood everyone in the audience did not laugh out of malice, and truth be told, he saw being naked as, well, just "another costume." He had improvised with his poetry, so, he thought, why not improvise with the scene? See though, that was not the point; the point was, that Clyde was right, all his warnings were right, and he didn't listen. He didn't listen, and he paid for it, and that made him feel like crap, more than anything else. He felt sick with heartbreak and disappointment, all hopes of ever pursuing a relationship with Miranda dashed, crushed, utterly destroyed. Having suffered such a humiliation, such an embarrassment, not so much over being naked in front of 5,000 people, but how he should have seen it coming, was just too much to take. The professor felt sorry for him, and told him to go home, to not worry about his grade, that he didn't need to be there. No sooner had Jayce left, that Miranda got an ass- chewing, but, ever so arrogant, all she did was stand there with a straight face, obviously thinking; "God how boring, is he finished yet?" Having been hurt by her in the past, and having a crush on Jayce, the nerd director chick just couldn't take it anymore and fired off a ferocious left hook which knocked Miranda on her ass, and a few seconds later, unconscious. Now, the professor would have given her an "F" grade, but being knocked out by the director of the play, I guess, earned Miranda "pitty points" and she got away with a "D-" grade. What a burn. *** When Jayce got home to his apartment, he took a shower to wash off some of the chemicals from the dissolved clothes, and all he could do for long hours, was stare at the ceiling. Finally, he just let it all out and buried his face on the pillow. A truly pathetic display of pussyness in its worst form. It was a good thing he was alone too because, had any other guys been in the room, they would have quietly sneaked out. When he was done crying, he went to his computer and checked his e- mail. He got a message from Clyde. All it said was; "I told you so." With physical strength he didn't know he had, he picked up the monitor, ripping off the cables from the computer, and tossed it across the room, shattering it. He quietly went to bed, and let himself fall asleep; it had been a long day, and the next one was going to be even longer. *** The humiliation was not yet finished; everywhere he went, he could hear the girls whispering "hey, its 'big boy,'" almost taunted by the new nickname the girls gave him upon seeing his exposed genitalia. Amazingly enough though girls who would not even give him a second look before, were all of a sudden nice to him. Some, because they felt sorry for him at the horrible humiliation, and others, because they wanted to know what it would feel like to have a huge cock in them. Other guys at the school, felt a mixture of envy, with a need to mock him. He could not walk by the fraternity houses or by frat brothers without them saying "hey! What up horse man!" Long story short, Jayce was experiencing, first hand, the "bad luck of the Jewish male." That curse all Jewish guys seem to have, in how their lives are set up, seemingly, so God can laugh at them. Such was the case with poor Jayce. The whole entire school new about it, and he was now famous. The fact that some of the female professors (some of which who were married) flirted with him didn't help matters any. Jayce had no idea, no clue at all, just how full of shallow women the world actually was. Which depressed and embittered him greatly. Thinking though, he could tough it out, he stayed, and even took summer courses. That same summer, he had to go replace his computer equipment at a popular computer store off campus. There he ran into Miranda who, very apologetically said "Hey..." By now, her conscience had kicked in, but, what else could she say to him? She spoke to him as if the even had not happened, but, the fact that when a few girls who worked at the store noticed him started snickering, didn't help matters any. Miranda was flustered, and even though with her eyes she said "look, I'm sorry!" she didn't say it. Her arrogant pride wouldn't let her say it. She continued trying to make conversation as if though everything was okay, and Jayce just stood there, looking at monitors, ignoring her. Some of the guys who were working there, victims of "Mirandas" themselves, knew exactly what was going on. At some point in their lives, every nerdy guy meets a "Miranda;" the hottie who falls for them, but won't admit it, who sometimes will have sex with them, but keep it secret, concerned for their "image," their "rep." As Jayce stood there, coldly ignoring her, all the male staff could do was watch in silence, interested, but at the same time making it a point not to get involved. In other words they were eavesdropping. Miranda, acting like nothing had happened, but obviously very nervous, knowing full well she deserved to be treated the way she was, Jayce, stone cold. Finally though, she dropped a bomb on him; "How about a date?" Jayce went apeshit with rage. She had spent, the whole of two fucking school years toying with him, dragging him around, and all of a sudden just because she decides to grow a conscience, the arrogant bitch expected him to just forget and act like everything was fine. In front of everyone in the store, he called her a "fucking whore," and just ripped into her in the most vicious manner possible. Even the guys thought he was going overboard, when finally, he told her he didn't even want to see her again, or even breathe the same air as her, and stormed out. Miranda stood there, having suffered the worst humiliation of her life. He let herself get yelled at by a guy she still thought of as a loser, and was extremely pissed he would spit in the face of her "generosity." She couldn't well pull another stunt like the whole "dissolve-costume-with-water" thing so, she thought of something else. She realized, from all his talk about "waiting for the right girl," the worst thing she could do to him, was have sex with him. And since he now hated her, it would be against his will. Even though he was nerdy and skinny, he was still a guy, and much stronger physically than she was. He was going to need some extra help; in the form of a tazer, and some of her girfriends. The first person she dialed up of course, was Tiffany. *** When Tiffany heard of the plan, she was not at all comfortable with it. She was really into feminist literature, and had read Susan Brownmiller's book "Against Our Will; Men, Women and Rape" cover to cover, literally, over a dozen times. She felt extremely confused; from all the feminist jargon she was fed, she thought women were incapable of such thoughts. Thoughts of actually forcing themselves on a man. But then she remembered, that "rape is about power and control, not sex" for many rapists. Miranda's ego had taken a beating, and she wanted revenge. It was as simple as that. Not only that but there was an element of sexual desire involved in it too, and even though she knew better than to tell Miranda about it, Tiffany knew what it was really about. What Miranda wanted, so that her egotistical pride could sleep at night, was to be the sole arbiter, the one in control, the one in power. Miranda was not a bad person, but, she was so used to being "queen bee" that being a bossy bitch all the time had short-circuited her ability to form healthy, close relationships with other people. Her friends existed, as her cronies, her posse, but, they were not real friends, they were not people she spoke to, people she shared feelings with, none of that. The only person Miranda could call a "friend" in fact, was Tiffany who, actually felt sorry for her. Tiffany had long outgrown the need to boss around and dominate others. She hung out with cliques, to avoid being harassed by them, but not to be "cool" or "popular." In High School, Tiffany had a traumatizing experience; a friend she had known since grade school, did not bloom into a great beauty, so, as a result, she could not be friends with her anymore. She was the "queen," and she was just an ugly, fat "loser" she wanted nothing to do with. She was an "embarrassment." Time passed, and her fat friend's parents got a divorce. She was so grief stricken, she committed suicide. Naturally, Tiffany blamed herself, and the experience was so traumatic, the guilt so terrible, she decided she would never try to be queen bee again, and would only be an "insider." In other words, she was that one girl from a popular sorority clique who is "nice" to all the "loser" chicks. Even then, it was not a good life. Tiffany stayed around Miranda, more than anything, because she needed a friend. The truth was that she was Miranda's doormat, and her "mother confessor," the shoulder she often cried on. Always the same dysfunctional pattern; Miranda would pull one of her stunts, would take it out on Tiffany, but then she would cry on her shoulder, talk about how terribly lonely she was, how her life sucked, how no one understood her... and so on, and so on, and so forth. Psychologically speaking, she thought many times, to end that friendship, but, when she cried Miranda was such a pathetic sight, she didn't have the heart to. Obviously, this was a girl in a great pain, but, who also caused a lot of pain. This was a girl, who deep down, was actually a very kind person, but, her arrogance hid a deep seated insecurity, almost feeling, like she was forced to live that life. That is, Miranda was cruel, only because she felt she had to be, but, deep down she did not want to be that way. More out of habit, than genuine desire to cause harm, did she harm other people, but in doing so, she ended up alienating a guy she actually fell in love with. She saw she was in great misery, and as always, Tiffany would lend her brain. The two started plotting, a few phone numbers were dialed, an initiates, incoming Freshman girls wanting to get into Miranda's sorority, were called up. Tiffany picked the 5 prettiest girls, a lame brain attempt to make herself feel better for what they were about to do to Jayce. Miranda had them all undress, and inspected them. They all met her approval, and said that if they wanted to get into the sorority, they would have to have sex with a total geek. The girls, all "queen bee" or "popular crowd" stock at their respective High Schools, cringed at the idea, but, when there is a selfish interest involved, you'd be shocked what type of man a woman will fuck. They wanted in, and were desperate to get in, so, as an initiation rite, they were more than eager to have sex with this nerd. Since her dad had been in the Marines as an officer, an Annapolis grad, Tiffany had no problems obtaining a tazer. If anything her father welcomed the idea, as he felt it would make her daughter feel safer. A little known fact, is that tazers, the ones that shoot out darts, have better stopping power than guns. No matter what part of the body the darts land on, they are almost guaranteed to stop someone in their tracks. With a gun, you hit someone in the thigh, someplace not vital, and the adrenaline surge can still make it so they charge at you. With 10,000 volts coursing through your nervous system though within only a split second, I don't care if you are freaking Myke Tyson from 1986, the voltage will bring you down, even if you are foaming at the mouth with adrenaline rage. It was guaranteed, Jayce would be rendered unconscious. The 5 girls were needed, not just to have sex with him, but also, to carry him. All that was left was figuring out his pattern, so, one of the girls was sent to spy on him. *** Figuring Jayce out was not an issue at all; you could set your watch by him. Virtually every day, the same thing; class, part time job, study time, video games, bed. On the weekends, he was equally predictable; pizza parlor for brunch, movie theater while pizza digests, movie rental store, video games, bed. In other words he was the "typical" college kid staying over the summer at his given school. The best opportunity, would be during a Friday night. The girls set up their plan of attack, and naturally, since the campus was pretty much deserted, and security was minimal, no worries about witnesses. Tiffany had decided on the "honey trap" as they call it. As Jayce was going home to his on-campus apartment from work, one of the girls, in the most feigned innocent "I'm-so- helpless" manner possible, asked Jayce if he could guide her around the campus, that she was new there, and felt lost. Still the gentleman, he gave her a basic run-down on the best places where maps could be found, and even offered a program from his I-phone which had a satellite map of the campus so she would not get lost. No sooner had he pulled out his I-phone that he was shocked with 10,000 volts. Miranda, Tiffany, and the other 5 girls were hiding nearby, and as soon as he dropped to the ground, the sprung out, wrapped him up, and loaded him into Tiffany's car, a restored '56 Chevy; old design on the outside, state of the art equipment and power steering on the inside. The car screetched off to Miranda's place, and very soon, in a way he did not want, Jayce's virginal status was about to come to an end very abruptly. *** When he woke up from the tazer shock, Jayce had a pounding headache. He was tied to an armless recliner chair, that was actually very comfortable. As he started coming to though, he noticed his pants and boxers had been removed, and that he was naked from the waist down. What the hell was going on, and who the hell was doing this to him? Naturally he assumed the worst, and that some frat boy punk bored with the summer routine had planned the worst. But then, Miranda walked in, along with the other girls. Jayce noticed they were all wearing loose summer dresses, which he thought was odd; normally "that type" of girl (e.g. sorority sluts) wore tight pants. They rarely wore dresses. They were all lose, very revealing, and if it wasn't for the migraine, normally the sight of it would have given Jayce a hard on. None of them were wearing shoes or sandals either; they were all barefoot, with their toe-nails, actually well- done and painted. It seemed they actually primped themselves a little for this occasion. Be that as it may have been, after a long nervous silence, finally, Jayce said, sternly; "Miranda, let me go; this isn't funny. You have already had your fun humiliating me, I want no more part of your warped games." Miranda didn't respond, all she did was nod to the other girls to leave, so she could be left alone with Jayce. "I know how much you value being a virgin Jayce. You take that whole 'I'm waiting for someone I love' bullshit very seriously. Yeah well, tonight, whether you want to or not, you are going to get your first taste of pussy. You should feel privileged; its not every day a total loser like you has this kind of luck..." Jayce cut her off "Miranda, this is not fucking funny! LET ME GO!" By now Jayce hated her rotten guts, and truth be told, the idea of losing his virginity to a bitch like her made him cringe. Yes girls, personality actually DOES matter. There are guys out there, who will not have sex with a chick, no matter how hot she is, if she's a total bitch. Our boy Jayce is one of them. "Seriously, let me go! If you don't, I swear I'll call the cops when this is over!" Miranda started laughing hysterically. "Jayce, all I have to do is cry a few tears, act all vulnerable, and that would be enough to bullshit my way out of an interrogation. Men are all retarded; you show them how 'vulnerable' and 'helpless' you are, and before you know it they go out of their way to protect you. Oh no Jayce, rest assured, I will get away with this, and just accept the fact that there is nothing you can do about it. Oh and, by the way, you better make me cum; if you don't, I will place this contact tazer on your balls, and fire it up. You'll never have kids." Miranda wasn't really going to do it of course, but Jayce turned pale; a lot of his naïvete was destroyed the night of the play, and he took her threat very seriously. A few seconds later, Miranda yelled for Tiffany and the girls. Tiffany, was brandishing a syringe; it was a concoction she cooked up herself at the chemistry lab, which Tiffany called "Priapus X." Named after the mythical Greek fertility god, and of course a reference to priapism. The chemical Tiffany began injecting into Jayce, would see to it he would remain hard for 5 hours straight, and it also had protein enzyme in it, that would make him into a geyser of cum, all for the girl's pleasure. Tiffany and the girls were careful, and took birth control pills that worked within minutes of being swallowed, pills which Tiffany herself had created. Hey, the girl was really smart; what can I say. Problem was, the pills ressembled mentos; not only did she want effective birth control, she also wanted it to taste like candy. Thus, instead of taking one of Tiffany's birth control pills, Miranda ended up chewing a Mentos, and she had ovulated just a day earlier; there was an ovum floating around in one of her fallopian tubes. Yet, another prank that was about to back-fire... Whatever the case, Miranda called out saying; "Alright girls, let it begin." With that, almost in unison, Jayce saw with incredulous eyes, 7 ultra-hot girls pull down their panties. Now, by all appearances it seemed like he was going to live out every guy's most primordial wet dream. However, what he felt instead, was dread. Tiffany he had met before, and Miranda he knew. In a moment of intimate conversation, although reluctantly, Miranda revealed to Jayce she had only been with 4 guys, and that Tiffany had actually only been with 1. The other girls though, he knew nothing about, and given the stereotype he had in his head of sorority girls, god only knew how many guys Miranda and Tiffany had had since they last spoke. Long story short, not one of them was brandishing a condom, so he assumed the worst; they wanted to take his virginity, and infect him with an STD! Why else would girls want to rape a guy if not to infect him with an STD? Now, Jayce had heard many College culture urban legends, among them are stories of Sorority girls raping guys for fun, for the power trip. Turns out, there was some truth to the stories; Jayce was actually living out the nightmare. I say nightmare, because part of the urban legend regarding sorority girl rapists, is that in the stories they are always infected with an STD, sometimes even, HIV. It was actually really going to happen, and Miranda was the ringleader. Miranda was not a genius girl like Tiffany, but, she was no fool; she immediately knew that fear would creep into Jayce's head (as she was familiar with the urban legends), so she was deliberately silent on the fact. The fact that is, regarding the health of each of the girls. The 5 freshman girls, all of which were 17, were actually quite taken with Jayce; they thought he was very cute, with his innocent looking large eyes, and were pleased to find out he was, well, "blessed" down there. The girls who just a week earlier had cringed at the idea having sex with a total geek, were now actually looking forward to it, and the four of them were smiling perversely as they eyed his organ, wondering how it would feel inside of them. One of the girls actually stepped out, eager to be Jayce's first; they all knew he was still a virgin. Miranda stopped her saying "ah, ah, ah, ah! No! No! I get to go first. You girls are still a little green from High School, inexperienced. There is a lot more to sex than just 'pet, mount and hump.' Let me show you how to get a guy warmed up. Just sit back, watch, and relax; you'll have your turn..." With that, Miranda kneeled down, lowered her head on Jayce's dick, and began sucking. With saucer wide eyes he watched Miranda begin her blow job. She twirled her tongue around it mercilessly in her mouth, amazingly sucking in the still soft member into it. As it began to inflate from her ministrations, she began licking the hole at the tip, which drove Jayce crazy. The sensation made his head tilt back, all the while, the freshman girls were watching in rapt fascination at the blow-job lesson Miranda was giving. The scent of Jayce's balls were getting to Miranda, and unconsciously, she began stroking herself. Her pussy felt engorged as hell, and her clit had jack-knifed out of her labia. She could feel the hood, and the love button at the tip of it as she masturbated herself while blowing Jayce. Miranda sucked audibly as the other girls watched as if it were actually a genuine college course. Well, for anyone who has been to college, it sort of was... Whatever the case, Miranda couldn't take it anymore, and she had to take those large nuts into her mouth. She began licking them, sucking on them, very lustily. As she sucked one of his nuts into her mouth, she twirled her tongue around, to Jayce's great delight. The licking his nuts were receiving felt even better than the attention his now furiously hard dick had gotten. Fluid was heard audibly drip onto the carpet; it was Miranda's pussy. She was literally dripping wet from arousal. Using every ounce of her willpower, she pulled herself away from Jayce's balls. Their scent had made her sopping wet, and unlike previous boyfriends, Jayce's actually smelled good, and she couldn't get enough of them. This time around she actually enjoyed ministering and pleasuring a guy. Not being able to take it anymore though, she mounted him, sitting on his thighs, her pussy just under his nuts. Miranda stared long and hard at Jayce, in disbelief at what she was about to do. The other 4 guys she had been with, were beautiful; manly good looks, incredible muscles, top athletes, washboard abs, the works. Jayce was cute, but he was not a guy a girl would call "hot." She raised herself up a little, grabbed Jayce's dick, and positioned the tip at the entrance to her vagina. Neither Jayce nor the girls could see anything, as the dress was covering it all. Nevertheless, Miranda wasn't wearing any panties. She rubbed Jayce's fireman's cap across her slit, masturbating herself with it, lubricating it. Jayce was the biggest guy she was going to have, so the tip needed to be wet in order to take in his 9.5 inch mast. Although no one could see it happen, everyone in the room heard it; Miranda lowered herself on Jayce, and his rock-hard missile sank all the way to the bottom of her pussy. He didn't see it, but he felt it. He was no longer a virgin. Jayce let out an audible groan; Miranda and the girls were a bit shocked by it. They had all been with guys before, and knew that every guy groaned the moment they felt themselves sink into a pussy. However, there was something strange and unsettling about the way Jayce did it. His groan, was a mixture of shock, ecstasy, and fear. That unique groan every guy makes the moment his penis enters a vagina for the first time, that groan, no actor can imitate. That undeniable sound that lets you know your innocence is lost, that every virgin guy makes the first time. The mixture of shock and ecstasy Miranda heard, made her feel horrible guilt. The moment she joined with him, she could not shake the feeling she had done something terrible. Guilt though, was soon replaced with unspeakable pleasure. The feeling was the most exquisite she had ever felt; it was somewhere between the sensation of having a penis in her, and an orgasm, it was a pleasant, sweet feeling. In ancient erotic manuals, some women prostitutes have said, that the moment of deflowering a young man, is extremely exquisite. It's the same if a man deflowers a woman; the pleasure, can not be described. Its an orgasm, but not an orgasm; it's a sweet, sweet feeling, mixed with guilt. That is what Miranda felt. Also, she knew beyond all shadow of a doubt, she had been his first. Hers was the first cunt his dick had entered, and it made her feel powerful. Really powerful; it was a high she had never felt before, and immediately, she understood why sometimes older women will prey on teenagers. It would be easy to get addicted to this feeling. She began a slow, steady, and gentle tempo. The slimy friction between the two could be heard beneath Miranda's skirt, beneath her dress, as she rode him. Jayce's head was swimming; Miranda's pussy was not warm. It was hot. Red hot, to the point that it bordered on discomfort. He knew from reading medical texts that the vagina was warm, but no amount of reading was going to prepare him for this feeling. It felt much hotter than he had anticipated it would feel like, so hot it almost felt "cold." Its similar to that shocking "cold" feeling you get when you splash ultra hot water on your hands. That is how hot Miranda's pussy was, and unbelievably wet. Jayce could hear his dick slide in and out of her and, instead of grossing everyone out in the room, the slimy, wet sounds were actually turning everyone on. All the girls, Tiffany included, began masturbating as they watched. Grabbing their breasts, stroking their crotches. They did it, almost unconsciously, not even bothering to reach under their skirts; they masturbated right over the fabric, and very soon, dark spots could be seen on the dresses. Jayce's head, was still swimming, and his eyes were glazed with the sweetest ecstasy he had ever felt in his life. It wasn't just the shock, but, the fact that he couldn't believe it was actually happening. More shocking than the heat, also, was the "other wordly" aspect of it, that he did not expect. Denial, mixed with shock, mixed with sweet ecstasy; it was all too much to take in at once. The heat from Miranda's pussy, was really, really making Jayce's head swim. It was swimming with a pleasure and ecstasy he never knew was possible. But, he also felt something else, he did not expect; he could actually "feel" Miranda. He felt himself get fused with her, almost, sucked into her very being. He had been taught in Hebrew school about a man "knowing" his wife, and remembered that line from Genesis; "and Adam knew his wife Eve..." Boy, it was not kidding about the "knowing" part; when man and woman are joined, a man really does "know" a woman when he is in her. Jayce felt from Miranda, warmth, kindness, and did not want the feeling to end. He felt, both the warmth of her cunt, and, what kind of person she was. He could feel, all her joys, all her sorrow, who she was, who she really was, when he was inside her, it was more than just a penis inside a vagina; he was actually with her whole person. Truly, no amount of reading could have prepared him for this fact about sex; how, you can literally "feel" the girl you're with. The intense spiritual connection, the sense of being "sucked in," plus the warmth of her pussy, was all deeply shocking. She collapsed on him, but caught herself and held on to his shoulders. She bent down and kissed him on the lips, almost on a reflex, and a few seconds later, Jayce felt Miranda's pussy begin to milk him. Miranda stopped kissing him, buried her face in his neck, mouth gaping open, and an eerie silence filled the room. Miranda's cunt milked and milked, pitilessly, as the slimy friction continued. Miranda felt Jayce's cockhead begin to inflate, tell-tale sign that he was about to come, and amidst the orgasm, slid down to the hilt as Jayce, no running on sheer instinct, thrusted upward. Letting out another groan, Jayce came. The heat was too much. The milking was too much, the hot wetness, all, way too much, and he finally came. Miranda felt warm jets of fluid pelting her insides; she had never had condomless sex before so, in a way, this was a "first time" of sorts for her as well. The feeling was delicious, and it triggered another orgasm. This time, Jayce felt Miranda's pussy clamp down painfully on him, and he began to come with even more fury. Miranda felt the jets pelt her with even more force, and finally, spent, she collapsed, breathing heavily. A few seconds later, collecting herself, she raised her head up, and looked at Jayce. She had a very confused look in her eyes, almost wondering what she was doing there, with his still-hard dick in her. He could see her nipples stick out from under her dress; she was still sweating, still panting, still, visibly, very aroused. Nevertheless, she climbed off him; an audible, slimy, "suction" noise was heard as Jayce's dick slid out of Miranda's pussy. Still reeling from the massive climax she just had, she stumbled a little as she headed out of the room. "Okay girls" Miranda said panting "you can have him, but after my friend Tiffany." Tiffany, who was sort of the "conscience" of the group, had now thrown all ethics out the door. She was way too hot from the erotic sight of two people who loved one another finally join, and truth be told, she always felt attracted to Jayce herself. She walked over to Jayce, who was staring blankly into space, still in denial over what had just happened. "I will untie you, but you have to promise you will not run away" Tiffany said. Jayce nodded; he figured, if Miranda was infected with something, and all the girls were infected, that the damage was already done so, he may as well, ah..."relax and enjoy it." Tiffany spoke tenderly to him though, almost apologetically. In a very gentle voice she asked him; "Do you want to look at me?" Jayce looked puzzled, not realizing what she meant. "Do you want to look at me?" She insisted, finally, to get to the point of what she had in mind, he nodded. With that, Tiffany took off her summer dress as if it were a shirt, and was now standing in front of Jayce, stark naked. Before him was a drop-dead gorgeous blonde whose body was shaped by 2 hours daily gym work. The other girls were jealous, anxious to for their turn. She pulled his head close, and kissed him on the lips, almost consoling him for the way Miranda forced himself on him. Of course, Jayce needed no consolation, because now, feeling on top of the world and like he had a "harem" at his disposal, took full advantage. The two collapsed on the ground, and realizing she was already wet, he skipped the foreplay, positioned his cockhead at the entrance to her vagina right on her vulva, and began sliding into her. Her engorged lips parted, and he slid inside. He was huge, and felt herself get stretched. But, also, it felt really good. The guy she had lost her virginity to, had used her; he was a malicious fuck who only took her virginity on a bet. When fraternity brothers found out Tiffany was a virgin, one of them made a bet that he could take her cherry within a month. The feeling of having such a black hearted fuck in her was nasty as hell, and on top of that, when she heard of the way she was used, she cried for hours in the shower. With Jayce though, with this... this... total nerd, it actually felt nice. Really nice. He was a very good person, far kinder than she had imagined, and as he slid in and out of her, in an ever so gentle tempo, she could feel it. Wanting him to go deeper, wanting the sweet sensation of having a kind person in her to go even deeper into her person, she pulled up her knees to let him sink deeper still. He thrust, and thrust, in the most unbelievably tender and gentle way imaginable. The guy who took her virginity rutted into her like a jackhammer, and was a total barbarian. This was the complete opposite; he wasn't "using" her. He was actually... loving her. As she felt the pleasure, she felt her heart break, and tears of gratitude began rolling. Before she knew it, she began to explode. Once again, Jayce felt a pussy begin to clamp down possessively on him. And even though it was not quite as good as with Miranda, Tiffany had a delicious pussy, and he could feel that she was also, a very kind person. Finally, once again unable to hold out, he came in her, and jet, after warm jet, pleasantly relaxed Tiffany as her cunt continued to milk her lover. Finally spent, he collapsed on her, breathing heavily. A few second later, Tiffany broke the silence saying; "The other girls want a turn too Jayce; you better climb off." Not arguing, he did just that, even though she didn't want him to. As he slid out of her, she felt a horrible sense of loss, but knew it had to happen. Fair was fair after all, and it was part of the initiation for the other girls. Jayce pointed at the girl who had tazed him, who eagerly pulled off her dress. "Sorry about earlier" she said "I really need to get into this sorority and..." Not wanting to waste time, Jayce spun her around, bent her over, slid into her, and began fucking her doggy style. So.... At the end of the school year, Miranda had humiliated him in front of a crowd of 5,000, she had, just a couple of hours earlier raped him, he had just fucked her best friend Tiffany, and now he was dogging an underage 17 year old girl. If it wasn't for the earlier fear of catching an STD, Jayce could have arguably called this the height of his sex life. How many non-celebrity guys get to fuck 3 girls in a row within the space of 4 hours? And he still had 4 more girls to go. As he slid in and out of her, her head hung low from the pleasure, and apparently she liked him inside her so much, she began humping back at him, thrusting her rear backwards. This particular girl, felt just as delicious as Miranda. And boy, the heat from her pussy was nice, but his nuts were now sore from having cum really hard in both Miranda and Tiffany. Worse yet, the primordial nature of the dog style position was driving him insane. "Doggy style," after all, is how, according to evolution, our ape ancestors reproduced, so naturally it's the most pleasant position for both men and women. The view of her hips, the way she humped back at him. The heat, the wetness, the deliciousness. Despite the soreness within his nuts, once again he found himself inseminating, yet, another female. The girl was in such ecstasy as he came in her she was drooling on the carpet. He collapsed backwards and to the side as she collapsed forward, thus, the two could be seen sliding apart. His dick slid out of her, almost slingshooting out she had clamped down on him so tight, flinging cunt juice and cum as it did. The girl was lying on the carpet, face down, cum dripping from her pussy, panting like crazy. First time she had ever had an orgasm with a guy in her. Actually, it was the first time Miranda, Tiffany and that girl had all had an orgasm with a guy in them. Jayce was laying somewhat toward his right side, and felt himself begin to fall asleep. He had just cum, almost, 3 times in a row! However, that stupid drug he was injected with wouldn't let him get soft! He was still rock hard. As he was closing his eyes, he heard the sound of clothing falling to the floor. He then felt hands lay him on his back, and saw four naked 17 year old girls surrounding and looming over him, their shaved cunts in full glorious view from his perspective looking up towards the ceiling. He wondered if that what "heaven" for Muslims looked like, but with virgins. He was laying flat on his back, with a raging, drug induced hard-on, staring up towards the ceiling at four beautiful cunts. Truth be told, he was actually in hell looking up at heaven. In hell, because he was exhausted and sleepy, his nuts were palpitating from pain, and he just wanted to go to sleep. The rest of the girls would have none of it though. One of the girls lowered her crotch onto his mouth, and commanded "eat my pussy" in a very bossy tone. She wasn't asking, she was ordering. She felt a hand grab his dick, and once again he felt himself slide into a hot and moist love tunnel. His cock was now enjoying girl number 4. Doing as he was told, he ate out the girl with her crotch on his mouth as girl number 4 rode him. A few moments later, he felt a mouth lick and suck on his nutsack; a third girl was actually licking his nuts while one of them rode him! This time, he did not last for a solid hour. The strong scent of a pussy, dripping juice right on his face, a girl riding him, and a third one licking his balls made him cum within 15 minutes. Amazingly though, rider girl actually got off as he could already feel her clamping him roughly a few moments into it. The triple stimulation made him cum even harder than before, and although the feeling was nice, he dreaded what his balls were going to feel like once the burning feeling died down. The girl whose pussy he was licking demanded to go next, and the one who was licking his balls now lowered her own pussy onto his face. This may seem like sweet ecstasy, but, considering how exhausting one girl can be, even a guy onlooker would say that poor Jayce was now being abused. As the bossy girl slid down on him, once again he felt a hot cunt, however...... something wasn't right. The moment he was in her, he wanted out. "Jesus Christ what an ugly person!" Jayce thought. The physical aspect of the sex of course felt sopping wet and hot, but, joining with that girl did not feel good at all. She felt, almost, cold. There was no life in her at all; instead of feeling the sense of well being he felt from being inside the other girls, this time around he felt himself being drained into a cold, deathlike and extremely horrible emptiness. No life in that girl; none at all. She was cold and black hearted, and he could feel that, the whole time he was in her. Poor Jayce was too weak to struggle, literally, drained, so he had to endure that horrible ugly feeling. The girl herself of course was having the time of her life, and he could feel her cunt milking him. Two girls were on Jayce at the moment, and still, there were two more to go. The first two girls who enjoyed Jayce's cock were already asleep. And the last two, masturbated to the scene, and feeling pity for him, decided (with an "agreement" look), to not ride him and force him to do oral sex at the same time. The black hearted bitch riding Jayce began grabbing his balls, and squeezed painfully hard on them. Shortly thereafter he came in her, but it was an ugly, orgasmless ejaculation. She climbed off, crawled nearby, lay down and just a few seconds later also fell asleep. Regarding the girl who until then had been having orgasms from Jayce stroking her clit with his tongue, it was now her turn... By now Jayce was actually half-asleep and half-awake, nevertheless, he once again heard the very distinct slimy sound of a cock slidding into a pussy. This girl felt exquisite. Not good, not nice, exquisite. Of the 17 year old sorority wannabes, of the entire group, she was by far the most delicious feeling one. She wasn't as attractive as the others but she still felt pretty good. He felt so intrigued by what a kind person she was, so kind he was experiencing ecstatic pleasure, he actually summoned willpower, waking himself a little and asked her "what's your name?" Amidst the heavy breathing, the girl said "Tessie." "Tessie," Jayce said, barely being able to speak "I know this may sound weird, but I really like you; when this is over, do you want to go out with me?" That is correct; amidst the sex, he was actually asking her out. Panting, Tessie replied "I'll think about it." That is also correct; despite the pleasure she was feeling, she had misgivings about going out on a date with him. As Tessie rode Jayce though, her body began to burn up. She felt the heat from his cock spread all over her body, and he just felt so good inside her! It was all too much, and pretty soon she began to climax. Yet, another cunt was milking him, and this time around, he just couldn't take it. The girl riding him just felt so good, overcome with desire for her, summoning all his strength, he pulled her close, held her tight, and then he rolled them both over and began thrusting into her. He had to be on top, he had to thrust into her; she just felt SOOO good. Almost on reflex he kissed her on the lips, to which she was shocked at first, but, as she wrapped her legs around his ass, she responded. It was really hot and heavy, and the two were sweating like crazy. Finally, not really caring anymore about the future soreness of his nuts, he came in her pussy. When the two caught their breath, they kissed, and amidst one of them, Tessie finally said; "Okay, I'll go out with you. However, you must know, I don't do it on a first date..." Yes; girls can be that irrational people. He had just fucked her, came in her pussy, and gave her the climax of her life, and yet she was already setting conditions. How did Jayce respond? Although, a bit confused considering the circumstances, that is, the fact that his cock was still buried in her he finally said, "Fair enough." The two rolled so that both were on their side and facing each other. The moment, was, to say the least, both tender and awkward. Tessie had agreed to the initiation rite expecting she had to endure something grotesque, but instead what she got was unbelievable pleasure, and the unshakeable feeling that she was just with a guy she could easily develop feelings for. However it didn't seem right because how could she fall for someone she had just had sex with? More awkward still, why was he so focused on her? All the other girls, especially Miranda, were far more attractive. Tessie was one of those "misguided" "nice" pretty girls, that is, the type of girl barely hot enough to join a sorority, but, at the same time so hot every fraternity brother wants to be with her and call her "his girl." She was that type. That is, she was the type of hottie every frat guy, even the coolest ones, wanted for a girlfriend. What Jayce didn't know, was that Tessie was just as smart with computers as he was, something he was going to find out later. The two stared into each other's eyes for long, awkward moments. Finally, breaking the silence Tessie said; "I feel sweaty and dirty and I want to go take a shower. I'll see you later okay? I'm actually looking forward to our date..." With that, she got up, and headed towards the door. As she looked back, she saw the remaining two girls begin to craw on top of him. She did not feel jealousy of course, since she barely knew him, nevertheless she did feel concern. Being a particularly intuitive girl, Tessie somehow knew Miranda was responsible for handing him a vicious heartbreak or humiliation. Jayce didn't pay any attention to the two girls kissing his body, instead, he looked longingly at Tessie as she looked back at him, leaning on the door frame. He noticed a look of condescending pity in her eyes, almost as if she knew what had happened to him when the previous school year ended. Though perplexed, there was no longer any time to think about that because, finally, she turned around and headed for the shower. As one of the girls lowered her pussy on his mouth, and the other slid down on him, he could hear the sound of running water from down the hall way. He was "servicing" the remaining two girls, but all he could think about now was Tessie. As before, the same pattern ensued, and with the remaining two girls, the sex was so-so at best. It wasn't nasty like with the bossy girl though, nor was it exquisite like it was with Tessie, it was somewhere in the middle. Whatever the case, the night was finally over, and finally, he could go to sleep, something he had been wanting since girl number 3 of the night. *** When Jayce woke up, he thought it had all been a dream, and that he was back at his apartment. However, it wasn't a dream; as he was coming to, he felt the weight of the head of one of the girls on his chest. It was Tessie, and she was cuddling next to him. She was wearing a bathrobe, and a blanket covered them both. Surrounding both of them, also covered in blankets, were the other 4 girls. Miranda and Tiffany were nowhere in sight though... Wow she was like, a really nice person; she actually went through the trouble of finding blankets for all of them! Shortly, Tessie herself woke up, and as she looked at him she smiled saying, in a rather coy, flirtatious "satisfied woman" look; "good morning; do you want some breakfast?" "That's okay; I'll just go grab some at the Burger King nearby." So... Jayce had just been raped by 7 girls, and yet, he was enjoying a morning glow next to Tessie. To his relief, when he lifted the blanket he saw that his dick was finally limp. However, he was tasting and smelling "cunt." He couldn't smell anything else; all he could smell and taste, was cunt. Christ the smell was strong! And man how it lingered! However, he didn't have the heart to leave Tessie's side, so, he just lay there. One by one the other 4 girls paraded out of the room, covering themselves with the blankets Tessie had placed on them. Not caring where they came from, none of them thought to thank her... Whatever the case, the other girls left and Tessie and Jayce were finally alone. "Last night was my first time," Jayce finally said, "at least, when Miranda was up to the plate." "So" Tessie laughed "I'm your 5th so far?" "Pretty much" Jayce responded. All the two could do was snicker awkwardly because, in all frankness, it was a pretty weird moment, I mean, the circumstances in which they met. "You had 7 girls in a single night, and the other 6 are prettier than me. Of the 7 of us why did you pick me?" Jayce was too much of a gentlemant to tell her "because your pussy felt really good" so he instead chose to say... "Not sure; I guess, it was because you are different from them... Speaking of which, why would a girl like you want to be with a sorority?" "Well" Tessie stated, with a tone of voice which said "I'm about to narrate a sob story..." "I was a late bloomer. I wasn't pretty until my senior year of High School, and I was so unpopular, I had to be taken to my senior prom by one of my cousins. I know this sounds gross, but that same night I lost my virginity to him." "Nothing wrong with that" Jayce reassured "if you only knew how inbred my own family is, I mean, with my heritage and all..." The two lay there cuddling, and in the background the door to the outside of the apartment could be heard opening and closing, and the chattering of the girls as they said their goodbyes. They had all just fucked Jayce, and yet, they made conversation and could be heard preparing and eating breakfast as if nothing had happened. The callousness of the girls perturbed Jayce somewhat; Clyde was right, he was utterly clueless about girls. I mean, Jayce had always worried, constantly in fact, about breaking a girl's heart. That is part of the reason he refrained from having sex for so long. He viewed girls as fragile creatures that, if you had sex with them, and used them only for that, that their feelings would be hurt, that it would lead to awkward situations, etc. And yet, all of those girls were acting as if what had happened the night before was no different than visiting a movie theater! He found it very disturbing, that a lot of the stuff Clyde said was right; that there are some pretty callous girls out there, girls who treat sex as if though it was indeed a game. Thinking about that, Jayce commented; "I just can't believe someone like you would want to hang out with girls like those!" Tessie responded, almost resentful at the remark; "Look, you don't know what its like being a girl okay! With guys, you have a disagreement, or you hate each other, you can just either beat the hell out of each other or avoid one another. Girls on the other hand, can be mean and nasty, especially if you are not pretty. And if you are too pretty, they get jealous of you and make your life hell! The only way to be left alone, to have protection against the nastiest bitches, is to be part of an important group okay! I did not want to go through in college what I went through in High School!" "Look," Jayce said, "college is a lot different, at least this one is. Because its probably a lot bigger than your High School, you don't have to worry about running into the same people every day. In fact, even within your major, you will never take a class with the same person twice. Also, because there is a lot more variety, there is always a group or two you can join. You don't have to worry about that. If you want I could introduce you to one of my own female friends; she is the director of the drama club." "Thanks" Tessie said, in gratitude that he meant well, but with a tone of voice which said "I know you were trying to make me feel better, but you're clueless and ignorant..." Jayce's stomach growled. "God I'm hungry, and I'd like to get back to my place...... so... See you tonight" He stated, with a newfound confident tone of voice that shocked even him. "Sure" she said, and adding with a smile "don't keep me waiting." *** Epilogue *** Jayce and Tessie hit it off, and, actually spent the first month of their relationship focusing on getting to know one another before they finally jumped in the sack again. Miranda found out she was pregnant with Jayce's baby, and her whole plan just backfired. Tiffany landed a management computer job with Microsoft in Seattle Washington, and last time Jayce heard, she had written some sort of revolutionary type of word processing software. The other 4 girls Miranda had recruited actually remained on warm and friendly terms with Jayce, although, the bossy one ended up having to transfer out of school because she was caught giving one of the professors a blow job for an "A" grade. Jayce and Tessie, actually ended up falling deeply in love, and, not wanting to be apart from her, he lived together with her until she graduated. In other words Jayce stuck around for two school years waiting for Tessie to graduate, and once she did, he secured a job with his father's company and started earning six figures. Miranda, although she gets a large child-support check from Jayce every month, has to watch, with hearbreak, the scene of the guy she was in love with, and his family, and of course the girl who had treated him better than she ever did. She paid for her arrogance, in that she now found herself raising a child alone, while Jayce had a loving wife, and 3 wonderful children. Career wise Miranda was actually more successful than anyone in that group that night (except Jayce), but, being a single mom, finding a relationship was next to impossible, beautiful as she was. Also, she remained somewhat of a snob, a true New England Brahmin, despite it all. Jayce went from love, to hate, and now, to pity. Make no mistake though; he loved the daughter he and Miranda made that night, but felt nothing even resembling love towards Miranda herself. He was now in love with Tessie, and couldn't imagine being with any other woman. Poor Miranda; her arrogant pride had cost her the man she loved most in the whole world. Why did she mistreat him? She herself will never know the answer. As for Clyde, he became a famous porn star. The End ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 52