"Game Over", a deep voice pronounced from the television. Johnny threw down the controller in frustration. 'Can't even win at video games, let alone anything else', he thought to himself in disgust, 'What a way to start winter break'.
He'd been home now for 3 days; already missed campus, his dorm room, and the constant business of schoolwork that could keep his mind off of how much his life sucked. At college he was useful at least. A smart guy, he always ended up helping classmates with work; it gave him a sense of purpose. The moment he came home for a break and had time off though, that feeling disappeared.
Johnny hadn't been popular while growing up. With parents who were decent, but distant, he'd never had a great family, and visible signs of approval had been few and far between. As a consequence, he'd always struggled with depression and low self-esteem. Leaving for college had helped. It was a new world, and he did well in some senses. Excelled at classes; was involved in some clubs. But he was never able to make personal connections. The moment a meeting ended, the minute the study session was over, he was alone again. Coming back home just worsened it.
BZZ BZZ
Johnny was startled out of his thoughts by his cellphone buzzing. 'Who could be texting me at this time of night?' he thought, confused.
He opened the phone, and looked at the message. It was from Traci, a girl who lived in his neighborhood. They'd been friends as children, but grew apart upon entering school. High school had been different. A cheerleader and popular with everyone, she'd not only turned him down when he finally got the courage to ask her out, but had done it publicly, laughing at him loudly in front of her friends. He hadn't talked to her since, or heard anything about her in a couple years, though they were friends on Facebook ... not that that mattered, he was friends with nearly his entire high school graduating class.
"Johnny, I saw you posted on FB you were back in town. Want to hang out?"
Johnny stared and then re-read the message. 'What could
she
want with
me
', he wondered. He considered for a moment, debating ignoring it. Interest and, he had to be honest to himself, desire won out. Still a virgin, the chance to hang out with his high school crush was too much to resist. He texted back,
"Sure, I'll drive over and pick you up."
He got dressed and headed outside, then looked at his car and grimaced. A 13 year old Corolla, it wasn't very impressive. Lacking a better option though, he gave a mental shrug, got in, and pulled into the street. Halfway to Traci's house, he got another text saying, "Why don't we just hang out at my place instead of going somewhere? It's cold and snowy out".
Only a block away, he refrained from responding. A minute later he pulled into her drive way, then killed the engine, walked to the door, and knocked.
Traci opened the door and smiled slightly. Johnny looked at her and froze, taking in the sight of this Goddess standing before him. She was wearing a pair of tight jeans with heels underneath and a halter top that showed just a hint of a lacy black bra. Her long brunette hair cascaded down past her shoulders, framing a face that could have easily have out shown Helen of Troy's.
Johnny stood there without moving, staring, until Traci finally chuckled softly and motioned him in, for the second time, a remote part of his brain noticed.
"Ever going to come in, or are you just going to stand there staring at my tits", she asked.
He shook himself mentally and looked down at her feet, blushing softly as he walked in quickly. He mumbled, "I'm sorry", so quietly he didn't think she even heard, but she laughed and replied that it was fine, she was used to it. She then motioned him towards the couch and moved off into an unseen room to the left.
He sat down gingerly on the edge of it, looking around the room slowly. He didn't have to wait long. A few moments later Traci returned and sat down across the room from him. She looked him up and down.
"Hello, dear."
Johnny opened his mouth, and then coughed; something he tended to do when nervous. He looked away, and managed a "Hi, Traci"
"Tell me, Johnny. Why do you think I asked you to come here?", she asked quietly. She draped one leg lazily over the other, stretching out.
Johnny tried cracking a joke. "I don't know, maybe you finally realized you couldn't live without me, Traci." He grinned ... and then faltered as she stared at him, quite un-amused. "Err, sorry. I'm not sure I guess, Traci. Last time I talked to you, you were laughing about how pathetic I was. What did-" Johnny trailed off, his eyes following Traci's legs as she rubbed then against each other slowly.
"Come sit by me, Johnny", Traci said, motioning to the seat beside her. Johnny did as she said, resisting the wild urge to throw himself at her, intoxicated by her beauty. Traci placed an arm on his shoulder and pulled him closer, turning to place her lips against his ear.
She whispered, "I asked you over here, Johnny, because when I look at you, I don't see a man. I see a worthless lump of clay, waiting to be molded by my expert hands." As she spoke, she reached down, unbuttoning his pants.
Johnny's breath grew ragged. Not fully understanding what she meant, his mind was far too clouded anyway by the touch of her hands to reply.
Traci ran her tongue along his cheek as her warm slender fingers wrapped around his hardening cock, pulling it from his boxers.
"Would you like to fuck me tonight, dear?" she asked.
"ye yes, god yes, Traci", he stammered back.
"Well..." She broke off, stifling a giggle, "Too fucking bad", she finished, standing up abruptly. "You think you are man enough to touch a goddess like myself?"
Johnny stared up at her, his mind still reeling from her touch. "I uh, no, I " ... "no", he stammered, lowering my eyes. A wave of humiliation washed through him as he realized how utterly stupid the idea was, him of all people making love to her.
Traci smirked, "My boyfriend has a 9 inch cock. You think I would leave him for you and you're little clit?"
"I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking", Johnny mumbled out, starting to rise. She caught his shoulder, pushing him back down.
"If he found out you were here, he'd have your balls in a jar on his bed side table. Do I need to call him and tell him about your... attempt on me?"
Johnny, alarmed, looked up at her pleadingly. "No, please, please don't. I'm sorry"
"Just a poor, innocent girl, and a dirty old man like you comes in here, waving your cock at me? He will NOT like this."
"Please don't, Traci, I'll do anything! I'm so sorry"
Traci smirked again. "Strip. Now. Everything."
Johnny froze. "Str- strip?"
