Laura reflected on the corner she had painted herself into. It hadn't been such a bad corner for the last five years but, like any other corner, it certainly limited the directions she might go.
She was rather popular, had bright red hair which reached the crack in her ass, and except for her tits, which were a little too large, had a trim, athletic figure. She had a swimmer's body, hardened by more laps swam in swim meets around the state than she could possibly have counted. She had been 28 days old the first time her mother had dropped her in the family pool to be quickly scooped up by her dad and cuddled and loved. She was, according to her parents, a reasonable swimmer long before taking her first step.
Her grades were excellent and she had already been accepted to Cornell University. In addition to the swim team, Laura was active in fundraising for the Sea Shepherds, her favorite charity, and had beat out three other girls for the title role in her school's production of "Annie Get Your Gun".
Almost every aspect of her life was just as she would have wished it except in one little area, sex. In four days she was about to turn eighteen and she was still a virgin. In fact, she was the only virgin she was aware of in her entire school. This fact was actually rather funny if you thought about the number of times over the years that she had been sought out by girls seeking sexual advice.
Five years ago, when all her friends were experimenting with giving their first head, she discovered that she couldn't stand the idea of being an amateur at something. She was so very, very good at so many things; she couldn't admit that there was something she might not do well. So she invented an imaginary boyfriend. Overnight Laura developed a certain mystique. As far as all her seventh-grade friends were concerned Laura had been having sex with a high school boy from Irvington for months. The only reason she'd had to keep it a secret was because he was Asian and his parents would have been furious if they ever discovered their son was seeing a white girl.
As the years passed, Laura wore her lie like a pair of comfortable shoes. She still would hang out with all the popular kids and even went out with a few boys, but everyone knew that she wouldn't go any further than a little light petting because she was true to her guy.
Then she got to know Seth. Seth was everything remotely good about the male sex without most of the bad things. She knew he wanted more out of their relationship but respected her boundaries. She wanted more, too. Every day that she spent with him made her want him to ravage her but to cross that bridge, she felt, would be like exposing her entire life to be the lie it was. Her comfortable shoes had walked her into a corner which severely limited her options.
She reasoned that she had only three choices. She could do nothing and maintain the status quo. This meant remaining a virgin until she went away to college next year. Of course between now and then Seth would probably find a girl to be with and Laura found that idea completely unacceptable.
Her second course of action would be to give herself to Seth. Half her brain thought of this as being ideal. She'd acquire the sexual experience she'd wanted for years, and she'd receive it from a boy she really cared about. In addition, he'd know that she was giving him something she'd never offered to any boy before. She sighed to herself. It also meant he'd know that everything she'd allowed him to believe about her was based on a lie. They had often said to each other that a relationship based on trust was most important to them. The truth would destroy that trust.
So she decided on the third course of action. Option three involved giving herself to Seth next Thursday, but acquiring enough sexual experience with a total stranger between now and then, so as not to have her lie discovered. Not wanting to waste any time she went online and started searching, looking for the catalytic situation which would help her plan become a reality. It seemed like she had accessed the websites of almost every college calendar in New England when she found her target.
Boston College was on the bubble as far as entry into the field of 65 for the NCAA Basketball Tournament and this weekend was "selection Sunday". ESPN would be broadcasting the show at the same time as a symposium on "Small Polyped Stony Coral Morphology" at Woods Hole Oceanographic Institution on Cape Cod.
It was perfect! She was absolutely sure she could talk her parents into allowing her to drive to the Cape for the symposium, they already knew her passion for coral reef ecology and she could further sell it as an 18th birthday present to herself. She also knew her father's belief that it was safer to drive the morning after an event, so he'd insist she stay in a hotel Sunday night. All Laura had to do was to divert to B.C. for the day and use the party atmosphere at the school as her stage for some anonymous fucking. Boston College would become her personal sex-ed laboratory. Her target probably wouldn't even remember her name (as if she'd offer a real one!) the following morning.
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The only thing noteworthy about her drive north that weekend was the fact that she couldn't stop playing with herself. She masturbated most of the way starting on the Cross Westchester and continuing to do so up Route 95, only stopping for an occasional orgasm on the side of the road. It was as if her pussy knew what was coming at the end of the trip and was begging her to "get me ready, get me ready, get me ready".
She and her father had picked out a hotel for her to stay in Boston as opposed to the Cape because of the greater variety of things to do in the city. Laura had checked in around mid-day and had been roaming around discovering favorite student haunts. She wound up in a sports bar nursing a beer some student had bought her as the selection process unfolded. She had picked out her target a little earlier and had been waiting for the right opportunity.
Then the head on the TV announced the 16 seed in the western division to be Boston College. The room seemed to explode. Many were screaming, a few were crying and about half the room had grabbed the closest member of the opposite sex and were kissing. Laura strode purposefully over to her target, raised her arms in a loud scream, and jumped onto him, wrapping her arms and legs around him and kissing him. The boy's name was Denny Leonard and as far as he was concerned it was a pleasant, normal, celebratory kiss...until he felt the girl's tongue snake its way into his mouth. What had started as a tribute to their team's victory had become pure heat. He felt her hand in the back of his jeans squeezing his ass. When the kiss broke the girl said, "Hi, I'm Elle. This is all so wonderful. I see us celebrating this one of two ways. We can stay here and get drunk or we can go someplace and come up with a more..." Laura pinched his nipple. "...creative method of celebrating."
When the implications of what Laura had said finally sank in, it was Denny's turn to raise his hands and yell. He took Laura's hand and said, "Come with me." They worked their way through the mass of celebrants to the club's manager.