Peter, a 19 years old college boy, sighs. His roommate has dragged him from their dorm to this party and then left to get himself shitfaced. This leaves the socially awkward teenager to himself in the midst of many different people. Nothing could make him more uncomfortable for the young nerd than this situation but he faces it bravely anyhow, looking into the crowd at all the other students gathered here.
With the music blaring and pizzas and other foods on a table, his fellow college boys and girls are gathered together, dancing away in the night. After several more minutes of this, he decides he has had enough and decides to leave. It was all Peter could do to agree to come here in the first place, and now that he has experienced what a party is like, he is eager to get out of here and go back to his dorm room for some sleep.
Just as he is about to leave though, a hand comes to rest on his shoulder. Confused, Peter turns around. He is surprised by the face of Amanda, one of the most popular girls at their college. And why wouldn't she be, with her long, glossy blond hair, beautiful face and perfect figure from playing mixed martial arts. Not to mention being a very rich heiress to a banking family as well. It surprises him that she is now looking at him with a massive grin.
"Hey, you're cute!" Amanda Morgan chirps brightly, smiling at the thin boy. Noticing Peter's confused expression, the blond bombshell continues "As in adorable, you know? I've seen you around campus before. What's your name?" She giggles slightly at his now blushing face as the boy stutters a bit, trying to find his voice. After all, Peter has never had any conversations with a socialite before and anything new makes the teenager slightly nervous.
"Oh, uh, um, I'm..." the poor boy stammers helplessly, making Amanda giggle louder at his cute reaction to her. "I'm Peter! And, thanks. For calling me adorable, I mean. I think you're adorable too." The beautiful girl smiles even more, moving in closer to him. He glances up at the ceiling in anxiety as her nose is now an inch away from his and he could feel her warm breath tickling his skin.
She asks him for his number before leaving. The boy remains standing there, stunned. He can not process what has just happened at all. The hottest girl in college not just talked to him. She hit on him and then asked him for his phone number. And then he gave it to her so easily. Peter shakes his head, sighing to himself, appalled at how easy he was, but also excited at the thought of seeing Amanda again.
The next day she messages him, asking to hang out at a cafe near the campus. He quickly agrees. They begin spending time together over the next couple of weeks, enjoying each other's company. Amanda sneakily gets closer to him, inching her way into his heart without him realizing it. He has never hung out with another girl before meeting Amanda and finds himself wholly unprepared and helpless against her.
It only takes her two weeks to get him to let her rest her head on his shoulder. By the third week, she is now doing something much bolder at another party, like the one they were in when they had their first encounter. This time, there is no need for his roommate to goad him into going. His new friend is more than capable of persuading him by herself, and she knows it fully well.
When they get to the scene, Peter finds himself trembling with anxiety once more. He sweats profusely, blushing from how Amanda's friends are looking at him standing next to her, giggling amongst themselves. Somehow, the boy gets the feeling that they know something he doesn't. This is only reinforced when they notice him looking at them and stop staring immediately, grinning mischievously at each other.
Amanda suddenly places her hand on his crotch, cupping his balls gently. The boy immediately looks down at her face in shock. "Shhh," she whispers, taking in his alarmed face, deducing that Peter is about to cry out. "I want your dick." He stares at her, stunned as her hand moves up to grip his cock past the pants, stroking twice before returning to hold his balls once more. To his shame, her lewd touch has already made him hard.
"I, um, I've never opened my legs for anyone before," he begins. "I mean, we've never been on a first date or entered a relationship yet. I really think you are an attractive and wonderful person. I just don't want you to lose respect for me because you think I'm loose, or.." he finds himself ranting, horrified by what is coming out of his mouth. Amanda is now laughing, not releasing her grip on his balls.
"Shut up, Peter. You don't get to have a say in this," she hisses in an almost malicious tone, leaning in to nibble on his earlobe. She suddenly grabs his wrist tightly, dragging him away from the party. He quickly looks around, and to his amazement, Becka, Amanda's best friend, is actually just smirking at her with a thumbs up gesture. Amanda returns it, smiling back as she continues to drag him away from the scene.
The girl heads past several of her friends who all share conspiratorial winks and smirks at the sight of her pulling along the bespectacled boy. They take turns cat-calling and wolf-whistling. Suddenly, Peter is struck with the terrifying idea that they know what Amanda said she is going to do to him. He feels himself flushed, hoping against hope that it isn't the case. The fact that he is about to be used like a piece of meat is already jarring, but the fact that they are snickering about it like they know makes it even more unsettling.
Amanda quickly reaches her dorm room, flinging the door open and hauling him inside after her. She shuts the door, before guiding him to her bed. The girl shoves him onto the mattress quickly. Recovering his wits, Peter tries to sit up but she keeps him pinned down with one hand, the other pulling down his trousers and boxers, revealing his bare dick, ashamedly hard already. It is smaller than the ones she has had before, but she doesn't care, since it belongs to Peter.
"Wait a moment, Amanda," Peter protests, but she ignores him. Caressing his erection with one hand, she uses the other to keep him trapped on the mattress. "Amanda, please stop. I've never, um, had anyone touch my part before. Maybe a week later but now is way too soon!" Amanda pays him no heed as she continues stroking the hard cock in her hand. She slides her hand up and down its length, enjoying the feel of the supple flesh throbbing in her grip.
Her fist masturbates him, making him gasp as she squeezes the organ. The teenager smiles happily at his reaction, pumping him hard, jacking him off as he thrashes about on the mattress. "You should be proud," Amanda says. "A lot of guys would kill to be where you are right now." She keeps on sliding her fingers up and down his tool, beating the meat stick. The power she has over him is really turning her on now.
