From this chapter on, Kimberly's exhibitionism includes proper intercourse, so the stories might fit as well under other literatorica categories, but showing herself is still the main driving force for her behavior.
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To his day, Kimberly is still ashamed for being practically a senior when she finally dumped Dennis, but at least breaking up with him brought about a revolution. Her intimacy with Steve was limitless -- except for the boundaries she set herself, as he was always well-behaved and attentive to her whims. They usually met at night; she was already interning in the SSA by then. Steve studied Economics but was mostly focused on his wrestling. He went to her after practice, if the doormat was in place -- Kimberly took it in when she had her stud guests.
People thought she fucked any guy who had a pulse. Actually, Kimberly quickly selected among tall men those who had thick cocks and could keep up with her. Because she came easily, specially on more or less public places, she demanded at least two climaxes or she'd discard that fellow -- although she could count making herself cum while giving a blowjob as a point for that partner.
She knew through Steve that people called her Easy Kim, probably thanks to her ex. Kimberly didn't mind. If anything, it made things simpler. Guys came to her, no strings attached. She wasn't looking for a boyfriend. The only person she could ever trust was Steve.
Soon, he stashed a sleeping bag under her bed. Kimberly kept showing herself to him, even masturbating and making him do the same. She'd usually describe what some guy had done to her pussy and she kept the original rules: Steve could not touch her and had to jerk off as fast or as slow as she told him to.
After their fun, she'd still not let him on her bed. Kimberly believed it would be a slippery slope for her to fuck him and lose that hurtful longing she enjoyed in his eyes, that quick erection he had whenever she revealed "too much", or even mentioned parts of her body.
Kimberly felt like a goddess being so much taller than him and on her bed as he, on the floor, jacked off wide eyed at her. She kept undressing in front of him for mundane reasons and talking to him from the shower. It was so much fun to provoke his cock while demanding his brain to maintain an actual conversation.
There was an exception for him to touch Kimberly, Steve could massage her. He was allowed to touch the corners of her breasts, but any manipulation of her tits and any touching between her legs were prohibited, no matter the fact that they both could smell her pussy asking for more.
Thanks to Steve's commitment to wrestling, he had a pretty good idea of what he was doing. Kimberly checked his hard-on from time to time, that large dick she'd gotten used to tease to the extreme and which Steve could not touch when he had her body to attend to.
Kimberly got into cheering his matches whenever possible. She would make a point of going down to hug him after training, parading in front of his mates with the tiniest dresses or at least a tight sweater, when it was too cold. Standing at 6"1", she had their heads way below the hem of her dress, as they were sitting on the mat, and, if she had to protect herself from the cold, she'd chose long boots and fitting pants, leaving any jacket on the stands. Looking up, the boys had the perfect excuse the check her out constantly: they could only see her face framed by her boobs.
Steve was pretty good, he would wipe the floor with most guys, or die trying as the opponent forced him into submission. Later at night, she loved watching that once-fierce boy sleeping at the floor of her bedroom after cumming for her -- the same guy who could overpower those strong boys had simply surrendered to the sight of her skin.
Kimberly cherished the thought of his friends, at that same moment, jerking themselves off to oblivion, fantasizing about lifting her dress and taking advantage of her. She had fucked a few guys from the basketball team and surely Steve's mates thought now was their chance to get 'Easy Kim'.
The obvious curiosity of "fucking the whole wrestling team" had died when she got to second base with one of them and felt, through his shorts, the tinniest dick, but even him was included on her night fantasies of guys thinking of her and pleasing themselves.
By then, Kimberly was still convinced that she liked to show off in order to fuck, not the other way around, even though she suspected being an exhibitionist since she envied so much women like Sharon Stone or Cindy Crawford, who had international hordes of men wanking at pictures of them on magazines. Every hour of the day, around the globe, how many men were cumming while thinking about those women?
Sharon Stone in particular made a huge impact on her. Kimberly even died her hair blonde for a while. Watching Basic Instinct when she 19 and then Sliver at 20 had made her gratefully love Sharon Stone for life. Kim could never really look at a mirror without fantasizing there was a camera behind it.
By the end of 1994, Steve had progressed rapidly on the team. Though he wasn't a starter, he competed in open tournaments and credited their relationship for his enhanced focus. The boys became accustomed to Kimberly's presence, they even talked to her now, instead of just staring and laughing with their half-whispered jokes. Her nickname, Easy Kim, had morphed into 'Easy' and then just 'Ys'. That change seemed to indicate that her fame had lost its shock value. Everybody simply knew who she was.
By then, the professors could have some sense as well. Coach Oliver talked a lot to Kimberly's breasts, clearly her chest was the reason he accepted her presence during practice.
To Kimberly, there was something repulsive about Oliver. He should have been strong decades before, but he had gained a round belly, his hair was mostly gray, bald on the top back, and he seemed to only wear sports jacket and pants, save for his wedding ring. She had even overlooked that he was as tall as her.
The problems started when she inadvertently attracted other girls to the gym: some of the boys' girlfriends. They feared Easy Kim hovering their men. It took Oliver a month, but he decided to ban them all.
The first day the girls respected the ban, Kimberly went to the gym anyway, wearing a tighter outfit that showed too much skin on November. Oliver came to her signing negatively, as she kept walking towards the team.
"No, no girlfriends," he insisted.
"You know I"m nobody's girlfriend," she replied. "Come on, you can't ban everyone."
"I'm ok," she rubbed his arm, letting him appreciate her rack. "I'm not like those girls."
"You certainly are not."
That was the first innuendo she'd gotten from him. He sighed heavily, looked at the guys, who seemed to be trying come telepathy on him, and the coach let her go to them.
She was finally curious about the man. Other than the ring on his finger, what else would Steve know about the coach?
Oliver was in his 50s, with two kids, and a wife who had been a fitness model, but had retired in her 20s to raise the kids. Rumor had it the wrestling team's girlfriends had stopped coming to practices the year before because no tits were small enough for the lingering eyes of the coach. He'd even smacked one of the girl's ass after telling a stupid joke -- when the boys weren't looking --, and there were more serious rumors about him. Someone apparently hinted to Oliver's wife about his not-so-subtle advances at students, and, as a result, he had toned it down a bit.
Kimberly's pussy felt immediately provoked. How far could she lead the coach in directions his wife and those girls would not approve? That night, her shower was longer, and she didn't even want Steve to watch. She had never fantasied about an actually older guy, let alone 30 years older, and he had some sleaziness that enticed some darker aspect of her imagination. Actively teasing him sounded crazy and inevitable.
Right before the finals, her classes were a bit redundant. She could study better by herself, so Kimberly skipped a morning lecture and put on a snug dress, her weapon of choice, protecting herself with warm pantyhose, boots, and a heavy jacket. She chose her smaller purse, only with the necessary, including condoms -- she had no intention of fucking him, but she could go out to let her pussy loose after too much teasing and, in the 90s, a woman carrying condoms was a blatant sign of being a slut.
Kimberly went looking for the team during their morning training hours. She met what she called the 'top wrestlers', never bothering to learn the proper terms. Steve and some of the other guys were there, but from what she could tell, they mostly stepped aside for the real pros.
She amused herself with their butts, calves, arms, always cheering for the taller guys. During resistance training, Kimberly would shout for them to keep up, watching their muscles strain and tremble as they wanted to show off to the easily excited girl. Coach Oliver was clearly bothered.
By the end, he called Kimberly over with a disapproving finger.
"Shit," Steve said, "now he's definitely cutting you off."
