Shannon Heller sat in the English Composition class that usually fascinated her but today could not hold her attention. A 19-year-old sophomore at one of the most prestigious universities on the East Coast, she was having another one of those days when all she could do was ponder her current state, how she got there, and where it would lead her. Considered brilliant by many, that label had been a gateway for her in so many ways, and a yoke around her neck in so many others.
An only child, Shannon had grown up in a home where academics were stressed above all else. Her parents were both engineers in industry and her high school years had been spent devoted to academics.
Though she could master any class, her strengths and true love were in the arts. Her writing skills were far beyond any of her peers and she was drawn as well to drama and music, excelling at anything she attempted. She also became practiced in the art of yoga, daily stretching her body while trying to master the meditative aspect of the discipline as well.
She grew up in a quiet, unstimulating home and found refuge in anything creative. While her parents' incomes afforded them a luxurious lifestyle, they rarely went out or vacationed, preferring instead to stay at home nurturing their daughter's studies and academic pursuits. Religious, with very high standards and morals, they raised their daughter with strict rules and restraints. Television and movies were rarely viewed because of the profanity and sexual content most contained. Her clothing was simple and meant to hide her shape. Abstinence was the rule of the house for her as she was relentlessly told that she must "save herself" for marriage.
Consequently, she moved through her high school years with little social life beyond the extra-curricular activities in which she participated. Musical performances, theater productions, and school clubs were the norm of her sheltered life. She made her way through the halls in no makeup, baggy jeans, t-shirts, and loose sweatshirts, none of which made her appealing to any of the boys in school. She rarely dated, and if she was asked out, it was usually by some boy who was not near her equal in intelligence or maturity.
And that is how she found herself, at 19 years old, still a virgin. Not only was she still a virgin, but she had not ever been close to having the opportunity to lose that status. She had never seen or touched a male organ. Some of the boys she had dated had attempted moves on her, but she rebuffed them, terrified of her parents and shackled by their standards.
But they couldn't stop her from dreaming and fantasizing. They would never know the thoughts that began to capture her not long after she began developing into the woman she had now become. For beneath the unflattering clothes which she made her trademark was a luscious, beautiful body that the sad, little boys in high school could not recognize. If you weren't a cheerleader moving in the popular circles of the school, dressed in the most current revealing fashions of the day, few boys would give you any attention.
In the privacy of her room, tucked away in the cavernous mansion in which her family lived, she would transform herself into the sexy, passionate woman that she yearned to be.
Sure that she was alone in the house, with no chance of discovery, Shannon would remove the boring clothes of the school day and begin to prepare herself for her dream lover. Makeup that would accentuate her eyes, lips, and complexion. Her long brown hair brushed until it shined with luster. From the depths of her chest of drawers, lingerie she had secretly purchased. And there, before her mirror, she would transform herself into a woman that any man would desire to have, but none had ever seen.
She would take in the vision of her loveliness. A perfectly proportioned body with long legs, narrow waist, a tight butt, and full breasts. She would move her hands to her thighs and begin to caress the soft skin between her legs. Her fingertips lightly stroking her skin, moving from her thighs and across her belly until they found her breasts, full and firm. She toyed with her nipples through the material of the sexy black lace bra she wore. They became erect and tried in vain to poke their way through the material.
She felt the burning begin in her genitals as her wetness began to flow. The ache that gripped her as she touched herself was familiar now but she could never take herself over the edge of release. Her panties would become soaked in her fluids, but she couldn't bring herself to touch herself there to see where that would lead. That would be saved for the man to whom she would finally surrender her virginity.
For now, she was content to continue this game of dress-up while knowing what she had to offer the man who would take her for the first time. She smiled at herself in the mirror. What a charade she maintained to those who knew her. Only she knew the true needs that she had. And, at times, those needs perplexed her, too.
Shannon could never place when or understand why she had developed a fascination with older men. Perhaps it was because of the way boys her age repulsed her with their immaturity and focus on the physical. Or perhaps it was the attraction to the older teachers in high school and at the university and the knowledge and wisdom that they possessed. Regardless, it was always a man of years that she would dream of when she turned herself into the gorgeous starlet she became before her mirror in those many private moments over these past years.
As class ended, Shannon began to make her way across campus to the cozy apartment that her parents provided for her. This living arrangement had given her some measure of freedom for the first time in her life. After so many years under her parents' power, she was only now beginning to ponder possibilities that had been forbidden to her while at home.
As usual, the first thing she did was sign on to her computer. One thing she was able to do now that she was away from home was cruise the internet to find pornographic sites where she would watch acts that she had only dreamed of. Finally she had been able to see a man's penis and watch these men as they participated with beautiful models in every sexual act imaginable.
Ever the student, she studied for hours the techniques of oral sex and every possible type of intercourse. She witnessed couples making slow, beautiful love as well as scenes of rape and torture. She saw women take semen into their mouths and swallow while others had their faces bathed in ejaculate by groups of men. She watched women take male organs into their anus, swallowing the whole organ into an orifice that she had never considered part of sex. This had become her education in all things sexual.
And through this process, Shannon learned what excited her and what didn't. She was able to envision how it would be when the opportunity finally presented itself for her to be a participant in pleasure. Many times she had gone over and over the script in her head. The only thing left for her was the opportunity itself.
And so it went. Study, attend performances at the theater, lose herself through meditation and yoga. Through her freshman year and now, into her sophomore year she waited. No young college boy for her. It would have to be a man. And it was finally in December that the moment she had been waiting for arrived.
It was a Friday, a crisp fall day, as she made her way through the campus toward the student center for lunch. She made her way through the doors and into the main lobby, heading for the stairs that would lead her to the cafeteria. Suddenly, from behind her, a voice called.
