Part 1, You Have To Have Faith!
Edited by Amy Johnson
Author's note:
The following is my first attempt at writing first person from a guy's point of view. It was certainly interesting doing it, and I would love to hear what you think of it, especially from any male readers out there.
Disclaimer: I have absolutely no affiliation with Faith or any other celebrity, and do not claim they act this way in real life.
This story is contains adult material and is only suitable for people over the age of 18. This is in no way connected with the subject. Don't use this without my permission. Now, on with the story!
"I'm telling you it's her," my oldest friend John said to me as we both gazed adoringly at the computer screen in front of us.
"No way. There is no way that is Mandy! You have no idea what you're talking about," I exclaimed, gazing at the image of the beautiful blonde on my computer screen. I contrasted it with the image, in my head, of Mandy, who was one of my flat mates in the student halls.
"I'm telling you, it's her! That girl across the corridor is this girl Faith," he smiled. His confidence was beginning to annoy the hell out of me.
"Ok, Mandy and Faith are blondes, but that's it. That's the only similarity between the two. Look," I said, pointing at the screen. "This Faith girl has got massive boobs and a slim waist; Mandy may have massive boobs but the rest of her is pretty big as well."
"How do you know? Does she ever wear anything other than those baggy hoodies?"
"Well, no," I reluctantly admitted. "But that doesn't mean it's her, I mean look at her," I said, indicating the screen again. "She's stunning; she can't be Mandy."
"Well suit yourself. I think it's her," he said before leaning over and switching on the Xbox.
When John had left and I was on my own, I decided to have a better look at this Faith girl. In the photos John had shown me Faith had long blonde wavy hair, dark eye make up and a soft pink lipstick and was dressed in a long flowing green satin evening gown. It seemed to cling to her ample figure like a second skin. She looked fabulous in it.
Faith was the proud owner of a pair of massive boobs which she seemed more than happy to show off to the camera, and as I flicked through the images I saw more and more of them. I noticed that they sagged a little when unrestrained, but that was understandable with their size. At least that proves they are natural, I thought to myself.
The set was hot and she looked absolutely beautiful, but it was very tame, and there were certainly no muff shots. However, after a very quick Internet search I was able to find her stronger stuff.
I found several videos of her giving her boyfriend a blowjob. I took a good look at the guy - he was obviously pretty lucky and he didn't look much better looking than me, and he certainly wasn't any bigger in the trouser department, which was a fact that I found quite reassuring.
This Faith was one hot slut. There were even pictures of her smiling pleasantly to camera whilst cum dripped from her mouth. It was really arousing, but there was absolutely no way that this girl was Mandy.
Mandy was a lovely girl, with a cute face and an ok arse, but that was about the best that could be said about her. She didn't dress well, she was always wearing baggy jumpers and loose jeans, which made her look chubby. Not that she seemed to mind, she was very single minded and kept telling me she was at university to study and not to party. She was 21, so a couple of years older than me, and had taken a couple of years out to get some money together to do a business degree. Which was fair enough, I thought to myself. There was no point saving all the money to go to university and then wasting it all on alcohol. I was being put through by my parents so I didn't have quite the same drive as she did.
Mandy and I were quite good friends, as we had both moved into halls on the same day. She had been on her own so my dad and I had given her a hand unloading her little car of her stuff, though it didn't take long as there wasn't much of it. She was cute, but I certainly didn't fancy her and we quickly became good friends, but that was it.
One of her habits was to go home every weekend to see her parents, though at first I had assumed that she was going off to see her boyfriend. But when I asked her she told me quite frankly that her boyfriend had dumped her when she had left for university, so she was now very, very single. I had smiled when she had said that - I was single myself so I knew what it was like.
And that was another reason how I knew that this Faith girl was not Mandy - Mandy was single, whereas Faith obviously had a boyfriend. Faith also had a tattoo in the small of her back, and despite never having seen Mandy's back there was no way that Mandy was the kind of girl to have a tattoo.
So the idea that Mandy had a secret life as an Internet porn star, albeit an amateur one, made me chuckle. John had to be wrong. The only things that they had in common were that they were both blonde, had large tits and had their tongue pierced. I had asked Mandy why she had a tongue piercing and she had said that she wanted to be different, plus, she had added with unusual sauciness, it made blowjobs amazing. Such a comment, coming from the otherwise bookish Mandy, made me raise an eyebrow.
For weeks after I didn't give it any more thought, though admittedly I did revisit Faith's site quite a few times and looked forward to the regular Monday morning picture updates. I was pretty sure that my parents wouldn't be happy with me spending my student loan on such things, but there have to be some pleasures in life.
Then late one night just before the end of the Autumn term, I heard the intercom to our flat buzz. I was the only person in, all my others flatmates had gone out to a nightclub apart from Mandy who had surprised me by going out with some of her course mates to a restaurant somewhere in the city. I wasn't expecting any of my friends to be coming round, as they all knew that I was trying to finish off some course work that I had left to the very last minute, as usual. Luckily I had just finished it, but by then it was too late to go out. So I fully expected the intercom call to be from one of my drunk flatmates who had lost their room key, which was why I was surprised to hear an unfamiliar female voice on the intercom.
"Is that Steve?" the voice asked.
"Yeah, that's right," I said, "Who is this?"
"It's Katrina, one of Mandy's course mates, I was wondering if you could buzz me in and give me a hand getting her upstairs."
I raced downstairs to the small reception area, where letterboxes lined the walls and posters advertising nights out jostled for space.
Katrina was supporting the weight of a stumbling Mandy, who obviously couldn't walk on her own.
"What's wrong with her?"
"Oh, she's just had a bit too much to drink. She'll be ok, she just needs to lie down and sleep it off."
I looked at Mandy, whose arm was draped around Katrina's shoulders and whose normally tightly buttoned up coat hung wide open. In that instant I saw her in a totally different light. She had been wearing a loose cardigan when she left the flat, though where that had gone I had no idea. There was certainly no sign of it now...not that I minded.
Almost all my assumptions about Mandy's figure had been wrong. She wasn't fat at all...well, maybe a little chubby around her middle, but in comparison to her massive boobs that was nothing. I had always known that her breasts were big, but for once she had a top on that revealed the rest of her really quite breathtaking figure. It was light purple, with a very low, scooped neck revealing a deep cleavage that seemed to go on for miles. The short sleeves were ruffled with a loose material that failed in any attempt to draw my eyes away from her chest. On her bottom half she had on a pair of tight jeans, though I had no idea she even owned such a tight pair. They certainly did the trick though, as they really emphasised how small her waist was in comparison to her hips, which swelled out eye-catchingly.
"Hey Steve," Mandy slurred as she tried to focus on me. "You joining us for a drink? I thought you had course work."
"I think you've had enough, don't you?" said Katrina, sensibly.
"Nope, I haven't had too much, I'm good, just getting started."
"Fine, then you won't want Steve here to put you to bed then?" Katrina asked, smiling at me cutely.
"Oh...maybe you're right," Mandy said slowly while looking at me then giggling to herself.
"You can manage her, can't you?" Katrina said as she passed Mandy to me. "Just be gentle with her," she added, smiling.
I returned the smile, not quite sure what was going on, or what Katrina was talking about.
"Don't listen to her," Mandy whispered in my ear. "And don't worry - I gag less when I'm drunk." She giggled again.
"Come on, let's take you upstairs," I said rather naively as I guided Mandy to the foot of the stairs. Then to Katrina I said, "Thanks for bringing her home, see you soon."
"Yeah thanks Steve. Have fun," Katrina called over her shoulder as she headed out the building.
As soon as the door went click behind Katrina, Mandy stopped resting on me so heavily.
"I think I am going to be ok to get upstairs," she said, removing her arm from my shoulders.
I followed behind her as she walked unsteadily up the stairs, hanging onto the banister as she went. I wondered what it was that was driving the obviously drunk girl up the stairs unaided.
As soon as we got into the flat she grabbed hold of my hand and led me to her room, the door unlocked as always.
"I've a little confession to make," she said as she undid her coat and hung it on the back of the now closed door.
"You know when I printed out my coursework on your computer...well I wanted to check something on the Internet, and I found a certain site that you had looked at.
