Author's note: Everyone in this story is over 18.
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She was the most beautiful girl in school. At least, that's what everybody said. Beauty is in the eye of beholder, but it would be hard to find anyone who disagreed with that evaluation. She had the body of a swimsuit model, the sweetest face, and the most gorgeous, luxurious hair. Everyone lusted after her. He was no exception.
He was quiet, but had friends. He had only interacted with her a little bit, when they had a class project together. She was impressively intelligent - it's easy to assume that the beautiful are dumb, but she defied stereotypes. She was kind and creative, an incredible dancer, and a soulful singer. She was every person's dream.
He was cute, but unassuming, because of his shy nature. If he had confidence, he would have captured the eyes of many girls, but because he was withdrawn, he passed by unseen. He'd had a girlfriend in freshman year - another quiet person, like himself - and they had had incredible sex, until she moved to another country and found someone else. He didn't hold anything against her, and had moved on, but missed that sensation of being inside a woman.
She was saving herself - but not in the way most people do. She had a complicated fantasy, and she didn't want to have sex until she could fulfill it. She desperately wanted to be tied up and impregnated her first time. It occupied her thoughts - the idea of not being able to move as a man filled her with his cum excited her so much. But she was ashamed to tell anyone, and she didn't want to have this experience with just anybody.
She liked to read in the library, and write in her journal about her fantasies. She had just finished writing a long passage about how badly she wanted someone to take advantage of her, when her friends called to her. Afraid they'd ask what she was writing, she slid her notebook into one of the shelves and left it there. Moments later, he wandered over to that bookshelf, looking for something new to read. The journal caught his eye - it didn't belong there. He pulled it off the shelf and began to read. He looked up and watched as she left the library and realized that it belonged to her. His heart raced as he read about her deepest fantasies. He had never realized it before, but the idea of tying this intoxicating girl up, deflowering her, and getting her pregnant, was his ultimate fantasy. He couldn't believe how badly he wanted her after reading her words. She wrote about wanting to belong to someone, be their possession. She wanted to marry a man who would dominate her, fuck her hard, and give her children.
He grabbed out his pen and wrote his number at the bottom of the last page she wrote on, and the words, "I'll make you mine."
She was walking back into the library to grab the journal before she left, when he handed it to her. He smiled, and she realized how handsome this quiet boy was - she'd never really noticed him before. Her stomach jumped when she realized he must have read her words. When he walked away, she flipped through the pages and found his note. A wet warmth spread between her legs and she wondered if her fantasy was finally going to come true. Would this seemingly sweet person really be able possess her like that? She was desperate, and decided to try.
That night, when he was getting ready for bed, he received a text: "If you can take me, I'm yours."
He grinned and his free hand went to his growing cock. He pulled his long, thick member out of his boxers and stroked it before he responded. "What's your address? You should stay home from school tomorrow."
Quickly he received the address.
