Part I.
The Corruption
It started as an experiment. Just to see. Things were going so well. The communication had gone on for months. Sometimes spent texting all day or chatting in the room for nights on end. She had been so busy. It's not easy fighting for the homeless and poor during the day and attending school full time at night for her Masters. She barely had time to breathe. Living alone in her apartment that she barely spent time in and spending entire nights in the old Ivy League library. And then he appeared. She was having a really bad day. And he was there...in the chat room..a comforting presence. Soothing, checking in on her. It felt so good to have somebody care and to understand and want to listen. They had had a few laughs, getting to know the others in the room, and then flirting in private instant messenger on the side. His texts getting sexier, playful, and more suggestive as the weekend night wore on.
She really should have been working on her paper. But his presence was so reassuringly seductive. She did not want to leave. She was wondering if he would end it. If he would get bored. But he didn't. They chatted until the early hours of the morning. He was her secret fantasy man. And for a time that was enough. Why spoil it with reality? Why rush it? When it felt so right. Just like that. She was enjoying the pleasure of his company in the moment. Didn't her friends always tell her she had the habit of rushing things...pushing and being overly aggressive? So she enjoyed the flirtation while it lasted. The intoxicating attention allowed her a break from work. By the end of the night, he was saying he felt like he knew her and if felt right. Yeah, it was right.
The rain was pouring down. She was stuck inside dreading going out with her laptop back to the bleak, gothic library building. She was glad he was there as a comforting friend. He told her he would keep her company while she did her work in the library if she wanted. How nice.
When the interactions ended she was left with that familiar ache. And knowing her, he always texted hello on her phone and she smiled. Little texts appeared throughout her busy day as they flirted back and forth. Her dreary days began to lighten up. He would wish her luck on her papers and applauded her when she did well. Even as a friend, she thought this could work. Floating on a cloud she kept the communication up. Everything was wonderful and then they began talking about meeting. He said that he didn't want to rush it. He had been disappointed before...so they took it slowly.
Nights were spent talking on the phone--sometimes about his childhood, sometimes about his divorce, and problems with his ex-wife. She learned about his love for his children. Sometimes erotic thoughts whirled round through their heads as they texted, giggling and teasing. She had never had phone sex before. It was a forbidden topic for her.
Did good girls do that? Oh yes, she had always been a good, proper girl. But it always left her lonely. So she began to test her limits and let him tell her what he wanted. It was very new and the excitement and ache she began to feel for him felt like a slow tease. Lusting for each other, she would hear him cumming hard on the phone...his passion undisguised—calling her his angel. She felt her sexual power flowing...it was a heady sensation. They did it more and more, and she felt closer to him than she ever felt to any other man. Letting him take over more and more, he told her what to do with her body for him. She was working incredibly hard at her job and school when they decided to meet.
The summer had passed with them communicating. He was working on a project very far north...and felt alone. They kept up their intense communication. She wondered if the connection would feel this strong in person when they met. She hoped it would. And then the day finally arrived.
It was a cold night so she wore her coat. She had hoped it would be warm, so she could show off her curves with a nice fall outfit, but the weather was not on her side. They did not know if he would be staying at her place. Should she have him spend money on an expensive hotel when she had a huge apartment? She saw his face in the car. He was shorter than she expected with kind blue eyes. His face scrunched up in wrinkles when he laughed. He was very fit. She could tell that much. They hugged each other tightly. His strong shoulders wrapped around her hard and she felt his chest crushing against hers. He took her hand. She usually did not like it when men held hands with her. It always felt kind of forced. But not this time, his hand felt warm and reassuring...like their chats.
He squeezed her palm possessively, and she glowed a little inside. The dinner and desert were good, though a bit tense conversation wise. They headed back to her apartment. He turned and suddenly grabbed her playfully and kissed her on the street.
Damn. He is a good kisser. She had teased him about his kissing abilities and he had bragged that he was very skilled.
"Sure, sure," she said, "but do you know the four stages of a very good kiss?" And she went on, telling him about how men usually don't tease first lighty with their tongues before they plunge inside. Something she had encountered far too often. All the clumsy, sloppy kissers who rushed in action. They laughed and he assured her that he was not a sloppy kisser.
She felt her eyes glaze over a little, lustfully thinking about possibly taking it to the next level. The kiss made her feel the familiar stirring that their conversations had aroused. She really had not decided whether she was going to sleep with him or not. But they had decided on going to her place.
"You will sleep on the couch," she teased wickedly. "It is very comfy, and I will be in the
bed nice and snuggly."
He looked at her steadily. "Why do I get the couch?" he whispered seductively in her ear. "You can sleep on it."
"Hey," she nudged him playfully with her hip. "No dice," and smiled impishly.
They laughed a bit more and when they got to her place he seemed very at ease. "O.K. I'm taking the bed," he said, as he took off his t shirt and hopped on the bed.
"Hey mister...no way. That bed is mine." She mocked anger and thought for a bit. She felt a bit put on the spot. He looked so warm and comfortable under the sheets.
"O.k. We can both sleep in it but we are not necessarily doing anything." She smiled happy with her compromise. She lay down in the bed next to him and the electricity that had dimmed between them started to surge up again. She started to breathe heavily. He was wearing his boxer shorts and his chest was warm and tanned from the summer sun. She sighed fidgeting and feeling uncomfortably close. Her day was so long. She started to doze.
When she woke a bit later, his chest was nearer. She felt his hands on her sides, stroking her softly. His eyes were closed. She wanted him to touch her so badly. Anywhere. She never knew animal lust like that. Guys usually were jumping her bones on dates. She had no time to want them. She either had to fight them off or struggle to keep up. But here was a slow seduction that led to a steady ache here in her bed now. Her breathing was getting ragged as he traced his fingers up and down the sides of her legs slowly...brushing them higher up to her shoulders.
Please touch me. She was begging in her mind. But something told her to act cool. So she lay there enjoying the touch. Finally, she opened her eyes and saw pleading in his deep blue eyes..
"You can touch me," she whispered. "It's o.k." Suddenly, his hands moved to her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples. She gasped. Her nipples immediately hardened, and her lust became more and more apparent. Her body arched towards his. His hands moved lower. His fingers tracing her mound teasing. His fingers began to very slowly move inside of her exploring. She sighed and moaned stretching towards him.
He suddenly took her by the shoulders and dragged her body to the edge of the bed. He stood up by the bed and started to enter her thrusting his cock hard inside. His need must have been greater than she believed, she thought to herself. She gasped struggling to keep up. He came quick and hard. She was shocked by how fast it ended and felt a little let down. This was new. No one had ever come prematurely on her. He was breathing hard. She stroked his hair. He looked tired. Sighing she knew she was due in school early in the morning for class and tried to sleep.
