AUTHOR'S NOTE AND WARNING TO READERS: This is not a particularly serious story. It is an homage to other authors, to Literotica, and to the forums. Anyone can read it, but it has over 100 'easter eggs' in it that makes part of the text read like gibberish. This is intentional, but likely confusing to most. Furthermore, I've included a whole bunch of things that most author's hate, such as listing a bunch of measurements just for the sake of it. The story also includes reluctant consent, creepy elements, violence, and other nasties. Read the tags - they paint a decent picture - and proceed with caution, if you dare!
This is a work of fiction, and everyone in the story is eighteen or older.
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--- GIRL CUM ---
Her panties were full of girl cum. Vaginal secretions. Womanly cream. The nectar of her sex. Her arousal was measurable by the quantity of the peach-juice, the flow being both substantial and immense.
That was the effect that her boyfriend had on her. Only, her boyfriend didn't know that he was her boyfriend yet. But she'd show him! Oh yes, she would - whether he liked it or not. And so she began harvesting her 'cherry soda', her milky slime, her liquid arousal - and she mixed it with the cookie dough. Time to bake him a treat!
Ellie had difficulties with respecting boundaries. She was not one to play by the rules. But she had so much love to give. And the object of her affection - the most handsome boy on campus, Rob "Bobby" Paulsson - was about to discover that.
Also, Ellie was 5 feet and 4 inches tall, had a bra-size of 34C, had an American shoe-size of 8 - which is about a 39 for Europeans - and she didn't have one singular pubic hair on her mound. As clean-shaven as they come!
--- 2 ---
The winter was ruthless, so most students avoided spending too much time outside in the cold. Both Ellie and Bobby were students at Victoria college, located just south of Shelbyville. The boy's and girl's dorm rooms were separate, but they shared a roomy common room located just between the two buildings - and that's where most student that weren't buried in their books hung out. A strange room, as far as decor goes, because over the years it seemed that every student had wanted to leave a tiny memento of their life there behind.
The walls were covered in a strange mismatch of both colours and motives. There were posters of giraffes in a zoo, pixel art of Mister Bean, a drawing of Elvis and his ex-wife in the summer sun, and even a B-52 bomber plane that someone had scribbled a bunch of 1's onto. Next to them, modern artwork of what - in Ellie's opinion - looked like a blue, cloudy phallus and something else that she could only describe as a green donkey dick. Perhaps she had too much sex on her mind? On the wall itself, a mural of a trio of aliens dancing around an X. The windowsill had potted flowers and plants - pink orchids, tall yellow sweetclover's, a sprout of lemon balm, and some sort of thorny plant that stung if you touched it. The walls were painted in an azure hue, with what looked like tiny little thunderbolts along the upper edges, except for the cooking corner which instead had shades of crimson - an alluring type, looking like it belonged in a dominatrix's dungeon or sultry boudoir.
Ellie sat by herself in an armchair that looked fancy enough to belong in the white house - not in the oval office, perhaps, but in some side office held by the secretary of treasury or something. She was watching Rob from afar, like a hunter, or like the phantom in that opera. In her lap, the cookie offering remained. They had turned out nicely - she ate one herself - though perhaps a tad overdone. But Ellie's heart was thundering, attempting to gather the courage to approach the beautiful specimen. He was of German descent, with eyes like the darkest night, the face of an angel, and on this faithful eve he wore a rad looking shirt and black-denim jeans, while his face exuded confidence. On any other day, Ellie would have been happy just to admire him from afar - to imagine what he might look like undressed, with his torso bare and his 'guns' on display. She imagined he was pec-o-licious. But tonight was different! Tonight she would get her turn. That didn't mean that she wasn't nervous, however...
Her chocolate hair hung like curtains around her head, framing her unfortunate facial features. Her appearance reminded her of a fat seal with bangs - her cheeks chubby and round, despite only being slightly overweight. She wore an orange dress - screechy and noticeable, like the skin of a kumquat - but it had that retro and vintage appeal. Over the radio, on a low volume, 'teenage dirtbag' by Wheatus played - which seemed like a fitting one-hit-wonder to be the evening's anthem. And so, with a deep sigh, she stood up - corrected her amorous goods to accentuate her cleavage - and began walking towards Rob and his group of friends as they sat on the couches - which for some reason were shaped almost like moustaches - having a loud discussion about something. Ellie couldn't help but to feel like she was walking into a disaster - an inevitable doom, where Rob would reject her advances or even ridicule her in front of his buddies. But surely, he wasn't like that? Not her 'boyfriend'. Nevertheless, her heart felt like dynamite, ready to explode any second.
As she approached, she noticed one of Bobby's friends were red in the face - not out of embarrassment, but out of rage. She didn't know his name, but he seemed livid. "It doesn't matter if she's in a relationship or if she's alone! What kind of MILF would have a shaved bush!? That doesn't make any sense at all," he howled at some guy Ellie knew was called Sam, whom wore a classic Hawaiian shirt and that she knew loved to write, though rumour was he lacked real talent and was a bit of a hack. "A proper woman doesn't remove her bush! That's just messed up! A girl needs a little fur." He seemed very passionate about his opinion, and wouldn't even consider an alternative one.
Ellie cleared her throat, getting Bobby's attention. "Hey y'all. Uhm.. I made these for you," Ellie said in a timid voice, holding the large bag of cookies out with both hands towards Rob as if they were holy sacrament. She blushed hard, heart pounding like a stampede of emu's across the outback. He smelled of lavender and As Rob smiled at her, the panties she wore instantly felt full of hot magmatic eruption. He had an almost feral look in his eyes, and it drove her wild.
"Oh. Thank you.. Kellie, was it?"
"Ellie," she corrected him - trying not to let the hurt show on her face, and failing miserably. "I baked them with love.." It wasn't the first time she had approached the striking young man, but it was the first time she had given him a gift in such a straight-forward manner. Previously, their conversations revolved around interesting topics such as 'Do you know what time it is?' and 'Is 750 words enough for this part of the assignment, you think?'. This time was different. And they both felt it.
Some of Rob's friends snickered in the background. A hipster type named Keith wearing a trilby hat straight up laughed out loud. Ellie hated him. He was always rude, and he looked like a stout, flightless bird combined with a forum moderator, neckbeard and all. But Bobby, the gorgeous specimen, silenced them all with a look. "Ellie, I am flattered," he said, and straightened his back. He stared at the cookies she still held out in her hand, seemingly appreciating the pink little ribbon she had tied around it. She blushed some more. "But I'm dating Jackie, and I'm not sure if she'd appreciate if I accepted your gift.." The look on his face was apologetic and his voice was gentle, but the rejection still eviscerated her heart.
Ellie stared at her 'boyfriend', and her mind was racing through the myriad options she had available to her. It seemed as if time passed by in slow-motion. Oh boy, what now!? Still a bit stunned by the rejection, she opted for the route her therapist would approve of the least. She could hear that woman's voice echoing in her head. 'This is not wise,' she would say. Fucking Lynn, always thinking she knew best.
"Jackie is cheating on you," Ellie lied. She had mastered her deception, lying again and again for years. "I saw her make out with someone else. I even took a picture.."
