This story is posted on Literotica.com. The story is heavily inspired by the works of other Literotica authors, such as TheTalkMan, en_extase, seducedHylas, WaddleBuff and TemptedOne; it involves cheating, seduction and betraying one's significant other. If you're not into these themes, I advise you not to read further.
As a side note, this is my first erotic story ever, and I'm always looking forward to increasing my skills as a writer. So please feel free to leave constructive criticism, it is greatly appreciated.
Enjoy the story.
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"Check out that guy."
Hearing this Kate turned her head like a wolf that had caught the scent of a rabbit. The corridor of the Natural Science Building was packed with people; university students going on with their everyday life. Some returning from early lunch, some hurrying to catch a nap between lectures, and some even during. There were people of different ages, sizes and ethnicities, but Kate didn't have to wonder for a second whom Michelle was referring to.
Across the corridor there stood a man, not far in his twenties, just emerged out of a classroom, shoving books into his backpack. He was average height and had his dark brown, medium-length hair cascading over his hipster glasses. He was wearing jeans and a polo shirt, and overall seemed like an ordinary science student. What struck out to Kate was how even though he was cute in a nice-boy sort of way, he could also be described as 'ruggedly handsome'. Even though his choice of clothing couldn't get him on the front cover of Vogue, Kate could tell that he liked to keep his body in shape. As he hugged to his backpack with one arm and held on to his book with the other, she could catch a glimpse at his slightly bulging biceps. He was too busy with his book to notice the girl staring at him, but Kate had already seen more than she needed to.
"He's a real cutie", Kate said turning back to Michelle.
"Just a cutie?" asked Michelle, giving her the sly eye.
"Alright, stop before you even get started" Kate said, not being able to hold back a giggle.
"But if all science students were like him, we'd come here more often for sure."
"So why don't you go introduce yourself? Have a little chat."
"I dunno, he's cute but he hardly seems like my type."
Michelle let out a laugh after Kate's latest statement and said:
"That's not the Kate I remember seeing last Friday down at the bar. If memory serves, she wasn't being too picky about 'guys not being her type'".
This made Kate's face turn red for a moment, after which she regained her composure.
"Alright, you aren't Miss Selective yourself either, or do I need to remind you of last St. Patrick's Day? Or should I call the team themselves and let them refresh your memory?"
This, in turn, made Michelle turn red and glancing around in case anyone had heard. Kate burst out into laughter.
"But you're right. I wouldn't mind waking up next to him one hangover-filled morning."
The man was still unsuccessful with his attempt at putting away his book. The backpack's opening turned out to be only slightly wider than the book, and using only two hands made the matter more difficult. The imp that was frustration got heavier on his shoulders, and a nugget of an idea of ditching university for the sake of not having to store away this book was growing larger. Hunching over his backpack, he let out a defeated sigh.
"Need a hand?"
He looked up. What he saw next made him momentarily forget how to properly close his jaw. A stunning blonde, shorter than him by not more than ten centimeters, had appeared before him. She was looking at him quizzically, her long, blonde hair running along the curves of her blouse top, not ending until reaching her lower back. Her red, pillowy lips had formed a subtle smile, and her brown eyes were locked into his. The man, getting over the first sight of this beauty before him, instantly straightened his back and said:
"Thanks, but I think I got it."
Kate visibly gazed at his hand that was still holding on to the book.
"Doesn't seem like it."
The man tried to hide a face of embarrassment. Kate reached towards the man's bag.
"Here, let me hold that for you."
Kate tugged at the backpack, spreading the opening wide. The man took notion and effortlessly slid his book inside.
"Thanks," the man said with a slight embarrassment in his voice.
"Don't mention it. Kate," Kate said offering her hand.
"Mike," he said, taking her hand in a handshake.
Mike couldn't not notice how soft and warm her hand felt, like silk around his palm. Kate, in turn, was surprised by his firm grip, not letting her hand slip even by accident, but soft and caring enough to not hurt her at all.
"How come I haven't seen you around here before?" he asked.
By now the handshake had lasted a few second more than what was socially normal, but Kate didn't want to let go of his manly touch.
"I don't usually come here. My studies are over at the Social Science Building, but they were renovating it today so our classes were changed here," Kate said.
By now, Mike was about to get lost in her bright, brown eyes. He quickly recovered his thoughts and retracted his hand.
"So you're a social science major?"
"Yes. Psychology to be precise. What about you?"
"Organic chemistry".
"A chemistry nerd, huh? Can't say I run into you guys very often, especially ones as fit as you," Kate said with a hint of flirt in her voice.
Mike let out a small laugh and relaxed his composure a bit.
"Well, I like keeping myself in basic shape. Wouldn't like to get too elastic now, would I?"
Kate giggled. This Mike was not only good-looking, but also able to make her laugh. She was happier about the course of this conversation by the second.
"Well, Mike, it was a pleasure to run into you," she said nonchalantly.
"By the way, me and my associate, Michelle, that black girl standing over there trying not expose the fact that she's eavesdropping on us, are having a party this Saturday. Would you be interested?"
Mike glanced across the corridor at Michelle, who quickly turned to look in the other direction, and then turned back to Kate. He met her asking gaze, silencing him with the beauty of her eyes once more. Then he spoke:
"I'm sorry, I have plans with my girlfriend this Saturday."
The whole world came crumbling down for Kate. Mike was already seeing someone. She didn't show her inner feelings about this whole issue and answered, as nonchalantly as before:
"That's alright. Have fun with the missus."
"B-but I hope we'll run into each other again," Mike managed to stammer out, not sure why he was trying to backpedal.
Kate shot him with a questioning look, and wondered what to say next.
"I hope so too, Mike. The renovating should take at least a few weeks, and I'm sure this wasn't the last time you failed at putting away a book."
She then reached into her pocket, took out a crumbled piece of paper and a stub of a pencil, wrote something on the paper and looked back to Mike.
"When you're having trouble again, you know who to call."
With those words she grabbed his hand for a second, turned her back to him and walked over to Michelle. Mike was left there, following the blonde with his gaze, his mind mesmerized by the figure of the fleeting woman. As his mind was almost completely clouded by thoughts, the university bell striking twelve outside on the courtyard pulled his mind back to reality with a yank. He looked back at his bag, not completely sure of the conversation that had just taken place. As he retracted his gaze from Kate, he couldn't see her winking at her comrade-in-arms, who threw back a knowing smile. He threw his backpack over his shoulder and started descending down the steps towards the front door. As he stepped into the sunlight outside he noticed he was holding something in his palm. He opened his palm and found a small, crumbled piece of paper between his fingers. A shadow of a thought crossed his mind as he opened it with shaky hands. On the note was written, with tiny, round strokes, a phone number.
Followed by a small heart.
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The door to the dorm felt as heavy as it did every afternoon. Kate could swear the door didn't feel as heavy in the morning when she had left the dorm, but then again, that's what she thought every day. She climbed the stairs, passing some girls lost in their own conversation. The girls, noticing Kate approaching them, fell silent until she had walked past them. Kate resisted the urge to push one of them down the stairs. Her old, stairway-blocking bitch of an enemy and her cronies followed Kate's every step with an eerie silence. As Kate turned around the corner, she could hear them whispering behind her, and she knew why. She turned her key in the lock of her door, opened it, tossed her bag across the room and stepped in front of a full-body mirror.
They were jealous.
Not only was Kate the top of her psychology class. Not only was Kate the smartest girl on that floor of the dorm. Not only was she a brilliant mind, but she was also absolutely gorgeous. Her face was flawless, and made applying make-up practically useless. Her eyes were bright and deep, and could mesmerize any heterosexual man and bound them under her will. Her hair was stunning; long, hair reaching her lower back, colored like a field of wheat at twilight. Her body, with no sign of fat anywhere, was like a sculpted statue of a Greek goddess. And if that wasn't enough to drive every other girl on that floor mad with jealousy, she had something else she was very proud of.
Her breasts.
Full DDs, with their perfect shape and perkiness intact. As she admired herself in the mirror, she could not help but to cup them with her hands. These smooth, round twins were enough to drive even the most relationship-devoted man crazy. She pulled slightly on her blouse top, exposing more cleavage and more of the smooth, creamy flesh of her globes. Of course the other girls were jealous; their boyfriends were practically soaking her top wet with their drool every time they passed her in the hallway. Not that she wanted to touch those sleazy frat boys anyway, but that she could always provide something their girlfriends couldn't: a good look at a pair of big, squeezable, suckable tits.
Her gaze wandered downwards. Her blouse top highlighted her breasts successfully without being too obvious, sure, but her other assets weren't nothing to shy away from either. She turned her wide hips slightly and reminded herself of her next best feature. Her firm, round ass.
Like her breasts, her ass was amazing. Concealed within her jeans, her two cheeks stood proud. Firm, meaty and geometrically perfect; no man on the campus was able to resist stealing a peek at it while passing her in a corridor. Her bubble-like ass, together with her wide hips and narrow waist, created an effect like no other; they awakened something in men. And Kate was fully aware of that.
