My friends all call me Creepy David. I've always been a writer, but had never tried my hand at erotic writing until now. I figure the best way to start is to write what you know, so this is a real experience I've had. I'd appreciate any feedback on writing, but please keep any criticism on myself or Katie to yourself. Thanks.
It all started this past August. Class had started and Ann had made a new best friend in school. We'd been together for 3 years now, and had both moved here for college. I normally don't take much notice of her friends, and Katie was no different. In the beginning I'd pretty much ignored her. She was cute, but tiny and mousy and not very talkative. I later learned that this was because she had grown up in a small town a few miles away with a very poor and equally conservative family. Her dad had left when she was little, and her mom was so germaphobic that Katie was never allowed to have anyone over, and therefore grew up without any real friends. Ann was her first. She had also just recently discovered dressing like a girl. She had always worn her older brother's hand-me-downs, but now that she was on her own and living decently on her student loans she had her own clothes; skirts, tight pants and tank tops mostly. Her new clothes were actually why I had first taken notice of her. She had a pair of black pants that were so tight that they perfectly outlined her pussy at all times. I'm really not sure that she even knew they did, until I was caught staring one day. She just blushed with the smallest hint of a smile, until Ann realized I was looking. Then they both yelled at me. She didn't wear the pants out anymore.
Anyway, last Halloween she wore a Sailor Mars costume. It was incredibly slutty, and I made a comment to Ann about it looking like Katie was trying to get laid. Then, Ann told me something that made perfect sense to me, but I had never realized it until then. Katie was a virgin. After that I really couldn't look at her without a very significant part of me wanting to fuck her.
Then, a few days later, we were all three hanging out in her dorm room together before going to get food. I was talking about hating the dorm beds, because if my head were touching the wall my feet still hung off the bottom to my ankles. Katie said they were the perfect height for her, and stretched out her arms and legs. Her hands and feet each barely touched the four posts. Something about seeing her spread out in that position was the final straw in my mind. I was going to have Katie, but I knew she'd be too nervous to let me, because it was her first time and Ann was her best friend.
I decided to wait for Thanksgiving weekend. I had run it over several times in my head before then, and had gone and bought four sets of handcuffs and a scarf. I'm sure you can assume by now that I wasn't going to take no for an answer, but no part of me wanted to hurt Katie. I also found a guy online who would sell me GHB. He called it "Bedtime Scoop" or some crap like that, but it works the same. I wanted Katie out so she couldn't fight or get hurt, but I also wanted her to be lucid when she woke up. It wasn't my intention at all for her to not know what was going on. I know someone who can't remember her first time, and I didn't want Katie to have to go through that.
Ann had left for the whole week of Thanksgiving, which is part of why I'd picked it. Katie was going home the day of, but I knew she'd be eating in the caf that week. We always do, and the three of us usually do together. So I made sure that I happened to be there at the same time as her and we sat together to eat. After lunch everyday, Katie went back to her dorm to study before Journalism. She always had a water bottle with her wherever she went, which I'd always found odd because she brought it to the cafeteria and then drank soda from the fountain. We talked for a while, then Katie got up to get dessert. I looked at my phone to see the time and noticed that we usually leave within the next 15 minutes. She had left her water bottle sitting on the table, so I decided it was now or never. I pulled the vile out of my pocket, opened her bottle, and poured it in making sure that no one saw me.
Katie returned with her dessert and we continued our conversation. After finishing her slice of cake, she stretched and said that she'd better be going. "I'll walk you." I offered. She didn't object, so we set off toward her dorm. Halfway through the walk I began to worry that she wouldn't drink it in time, when she finally twisted the cap and took a drink from her water. I put a lot of effort into hiding my relief at that point. The walk is about 15 minutes on its own, so I knew I'd have to buy a little time. When we reached the honors dorm she turned and said, "Bye Dave." leaning in for a brief hug.
"Now what kind of guy would I be if I walked you home, but only the entrance? Besides, Ann's jacket is upstairs and I was hoping to grab it while I was down here." I hoped this worked.
"Alternative motive to walking me, huh? I thought so. Come on up."
Why wouldn't it have worked? I was a pretty trustworthy guy until today. We climbed the 2 flights of stairs together when I noticed her first start to seem a little drowsy. She leaned on the wall a little as we entered her hallway.
"You alright?" I asked and placed my hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah, it's just been a long day. I'm pretty tired." she replied.
We arrived at her door and she unlocked it, looking sleepier every second. We stepped inside and I began pretending to look for the jacket, making small talk as I did. She did her best to talk back, but had already curled up on the bed. A few seconds later some part of her must have realized what was going on. She rolled onto her back to look up at me and very quietly said, "Please don't." Then her head fell to the side and her eyes closed. She was out.
I opened her dresser and found the black pants I had been missing for some time now. I slowly pulled her jeans off, admiring the beautiful skin on her legs. Her thighs were pale and smooth and perfect. I couldn't help but kiss them as I finished removing her jeans. Next, I pulled off the pink boy-shorts she was wearing underneath. I let my fingers gently trace over the curve of her ass and brush across her pussy lips. I stared for longer than I'd planned to at the beautiful sight of her lying there. Her hand moved slightly, sobering me up and back to work.
I pulled the pants up around her waist, taking as much effort as I had joked about it probably taking her. They were incredibly tight after all. I removed her shirt next, followed by the lacy pink bra underneath it. Her breasts were small and perky. They had never really caught my attention before, but I definitely wouldn't say they weren't nice.
I then proceeded to handcuff her hands and feet to each of the four bedposts. I made sure that she couldn't pull free, but that they also wouldn't hurt her or cut off circulation. I brushed the hair out of her face and placed the scarf in her mouth. Then, I kissed her on the cheek and whispered, "It's going to be ok." and turned to walk to her desk. I sat in the office chair, opened up her laptop, and passed the time until she woke up.
About an hour and a half later, she awoke and realized that she couldn't move. I don't think she hade seen me at her desk yet, and she continued to struggle against the handcuffs. Muffled screams came from beneath the scarf. They didn't generate much noise, but I was sure that if someone had pressed an ear to the door they'd have heard her, so I needed to quiet her down. I rolled the chair over to the side of the bad, and she looked up at me with the most fearful eyes I had ever seen.
"It's ok." I said calmly, "I'm not going to hurt you." She continued to try and scream for help. "But," I quickly added, "If you keep making noise I'm going to cover your nose." She stared angrily for a second. I heard her inhale deeply in preparation for the next scream. I moved my hand quickly to her face as the first half came out. It was soon muffled by my hand pinching her nose closed. She shook her head violently to try and break my grip, but soon ran out of air and began to slip out of consciousness again. As soon as she stopped struggling, I loosened my grip. "Please Katie." I said comfortingly, "I'm not going to let you go yet. Please don't keep fighting. It's just going to make you more likely to get hurt. I don't want to hurt you. Please."
I cautiously pulled my hand away and she just stared angrily at me. She mumbled something into the scarf that I couldn't understand. I'm sure it wasn't very nice, but at least it was quiet. I brushed her hair out of her face once more. "I'm going to be as gentle with you as I can. I promise." With that I slid my hand down her cheek, grazed her neck and moved it to her left breast. I gently massaged her tit, making small circles around her nipple with my index finger. I continued this with my right hand, while my left made its way up the bed and to her right thigh. Her face changed from anger to fear once more. I rubbed her thighs through the thin black material and bent my head down to lick her nipple, which was slowly becoming erect. I flicked it softly with my tongue, moving my right hand to her other breast. She whimpered quietly against the scarf.
I picked my head up briefly and said, "Now if I do anything that hurts, just shake your head, ok?" She remained motionless. "Ok." I responded, and returned my face to her nipple and placed it in my mouth. I sucked on it, stopping every few seconds to run my tongue around it in small circles. I gently pinched her other nipple with my right hand. Then, I began to nibble her right nipple, looking up briefly to see if her head was shaking. She had closed her eyes, but her head remained still. I continued lightly biting her nipples for a minute or so, then moved my attention to her lower body.
I kissed my way down her stomach, then stood up and placed myself between her legs. With my face close to her pussy, I began stroking it with my fingers through the pants. I traced every bit of it, being able to see it perfectly through her black pants. "I love watching you in these." I said, "They're my favorite ones." I leaned closer and kissed her through the pants, pressing my lips fairly hard against the moist crotch of her pants when I noticed something that excited me. Her pants were moist, and I could smell her juices from this close. On some level she was enjoying this.
