Author notes:
This is a fictional story I wrote for a close female friend in the hopes of seducing her into becoming my girlfriend. The story served its purpose well as right after she read it she came online (no pun intended) and we crossed that friend line for the first time with an intense cybersex session. Shortly thereafter we were inseparable and have been together now for almost 2 years.
The names have been changed to protect the innocent, but otherwise this is the identical story that she was given. The story uses MSN and AOL chat sessions liberally in order to make the story feel more real since my friend and I communicated this way all the time.
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Part I
Thursday, January 17th
It's the first day of the semester and you are sitting in Theology class, waiting impatiently for the teacher to arrive. Believe it or not, you were actually early today. As you glance around the room, eyeing each of the other students, you wonder if anyone will be on your side for a change. Unfortunately your experience with people in general, and especially at St. John's, tells you that it would take a miracle to find someone rational here and your hope is quickly dispelled.
You check your watch and start to wonder, "Where the hell is this teacher?" As your irritation starts to build, you are shocked to see a beautiful girl walk into the class. She surveys the scene and heads for the back of the room, where you happen to be sitting and watching her every move. The first thing you notice is how nicely she is dressed, which is out of the norm for St. John's. Her long dark flowing hair, with a just a hint of waves, also gets your attention. However, your evaluation from afar quickly comes to an end as you see she is heading your way. As she makes her way to the back of the class, she turns and heads directly for the open seat to your left. She slips effortlessly into her chair as you watch discreetly out of your peripheral vision. Immediately she leans over to you and smiles,
"Hi. My name is Marina."
You are mildly shocked, but manage to shyly reply, "Hi, I am Elena."
"Nice to meet you Elena," the mystery girl replies very enthusiastically, with just a hint of a European accent.
She emphasizes the "Elena" part, and you find it cute the way she pronounces your name slower and more clearly than most people, as if she is reading each letter individually.
She leans back and starts unpacking her book bag and you take the chance to really check her out. You are quite impressed, especially by her flawless dark skin. You wonder to yourself, "Maybe she is Italian?" Your daydreaming is put on hold as the teacher finally arrives. Actually she is a very old, stereotypical Nun, and you sigh to yourself, "Not again."
After class ends, Marina gets up and smiles brightly at you,
"See you on Tuesday, Elena. Oh will you save me a seat if I am late again?" she asks sincerely.
"Sure," you reply, then realize that you are usually late and quickly blurt out, "If am late will you save one for me?"
Marina smiles seductively, well at least it seems seductive to you, "Of course I will Elena," and then heads for the door before you can gather your stuff.
A minute later as you head out of the room, after the long and boring discussion of God and faith you were stuck listening to, a single thought runs through your head, "I think I am going to like this class."
Friday, January 18th
Elena: Good morning Bob1000: Is that my Favorite? Elena: ο Bob1000: So how was the first day of school? Elena: Great!! Bob1000: Oh really
Bob1000: Let me guess, you found a new crush? Elena: How did you know??? Bob1000: You know my psychic powers Elena: Oh yes I do Bob1000: Or maybe it was just a lucky guess Elena: Well either way you are right
Bob1000: So what happened? Elena: I met a girl in my Theology class Bob1000: Uh oh Elena: I think she might be Italian Bob1000: Oooh, your favorite! Elena: I know!
Bob1000: So? Elena: Nothing really happened Bob1000: Oh Elena: Just that we agreed to save each other a seat for next class Bob1000: Awwwww how cute!!! Bob1000: Were you putting the moves on her? Elena: No!
Elena: She is very outgoing though Bob1000: Ahhh, perfect for Shy Lena Elena: Yep Elena: She is soooo beautiful Bob Bob1000: Damn, she made quite an impression on you Elena: She did Bob1000: So what does she look like? Elena: Well long wavy dark hair, dark skin, thin Bob1000: Nice, how tall is she? Elena: Not sure, probably a little bit shorter than me Bob1000: Perfect, so what is her name? Elena: Marina Bob1000: Elena and Marina? Has a nice ring to it! Bob1000: Shit I have to go now, I have to be at work early today Elena: ο Elena: Leaving Sweet Le-ena? Bob1000: I don't want to, but I have this big meeting
Elena: Think fishnets there Elena: I am wearing them today Bob1000: Shut up Elena: You'll see for yourself later when I come Bob1000: So I will see you come later? Elena: Funny Elena: No, but you will see my fishnets Bob1000: ο
Elena: Wait, don't go yet Elena: Maybe you should think of me on your couch wearing my thigh highs Elena: And making nice poses for you to photograph Bob1000: You just love to torture me don't you? Elena: ο
Elena: See you at 5:30 then? Bob1000: Sounds good Evil Temptress Bob1000: See you later Elena: Bye bye Bobby Bob1000: Bye bye
Tuesday, January 22nd
As usual you are late today due to some random unforeseen circumstances. Stepping into Theology class you immediately notice Marina near the back smiling and waving you over to an empty seat next to her.
"Hi Elena," she eagerly greets you.
You shoot back, "Hi. Thanks for saving me a seat."
Before you can continue socializing the old Nun begins her lecture. Not a shock, but the topic, as well as the teacher, is hopelessly boring. The only thing keeping you awake are the stealing glances you are making Marina's way. Today she is wearing a medium-length black skirt with what you are very surprised to see are fishnet stockings, almost identical to the ones you frequently wear. Her legs are long and slender, yet muscular, and you make a mental note to yourself, "Nice shoes too. Maybe I should ask her where she got them." During one of your quick glances Marina smiles back at you, catching you off guard and making you blush and look away.
A few minutes later when you get the nerve to look back over at her, she is holding her notebook in her hand. She silently mouths to you, "Read this," and points.