Thank you to tangentjoker and to my wife for editing this story.
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The stories about Karen aren't one story in several parts. Each story is a story into itself. So don't be afraid to begin with a later story if you don't want to read the early ones. But, nevertheless, it is not a bad idea to read the stories in order they have been released.
Karen is a beautiful woman at the age of 19. She has decided to use her beauty and her sex appeal to her advantage.
In the first stories, she trains herself. Later on she uses her seductive skills on different men. Sometimes to get benefits, sometimes because she like challenges.
If you like the idea of these stories, you can make suggestions of future story plots and persons you want to see Karen with. If I like your ideas, perhaps I'll try to write them down as stories.
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She was the most beautiful woman in high school, Ken thought. He was drooling over her since the first time he had seen her. She had an angelic face, long legs, firm, flat tummy, and her breasts had just the right size. They were not too big, but not small. In reality, he hadn't seen her breasts but he had a good imagination. She was a very popular girl at school.
On the other side, Ken wasn't popular. He was nerdy, skinny and when in company, he nearly never said a word. He hadn't thought that this pretty woman had even recognized him. When he greeted her, she hadn't greeted him back. It seemed that he was invisible to her.
He often tried to be near her. So even if she didn't see him, he got a lot to see and to dream about. For him, she was incredibly sexy. He liked very much that she was self-confident and seemed to know that she was a beauty. She mostly wore sexy clothes: belly tops, hot pants or short skirts or tops with plunging necklines or sleeveless tops. She looked great in everything she wore, Ken thought. He, however, was not in her league and so it was no wonder to him that she didn't notice him.
He was caught off guard, one day, when she spoke to him in the hall.
"Hi, Ken. How are you?" she asked while she placed herself in front of him.
"Uhhh, I'm fine! Thank you!" Ken answered.
She stepped up to Ken until she was very close to him. Ken could smell her perfume. She was a couple of inches taller than he. Ken was intimidated by this.
Karen examined him carefully.
"Are you okay? You seem to be nervous," Karen detected.
Ken begun to sweat as he said, "Y-yes. Everything is okay."
With an amused smile on her face she observed Ken's face.
"It's hot in here, isn't it? I wanted to ask you: What are you doing this afternoon?" Karen asked with a probing look at her face.
"I, I don't know. I, I, umm, p-p-perhaps homework?" Ken stammered.
"I want to meet you this afternoon. I'll see you at 2 pm at my house, okay?" Karen asked.
"Oh, okay!" Ken replied.
Karen stood closely to Ken a few moments longer, with her hands on her hips, without saying a word. Ken felt like shrinking in front of her chest. Then, finally, Karen turned to go.
"See you!"
Ken hadn't had time to really realize what had just happened. His brain was spinning. What has just happened? He just kept standing at the same place. In recollection, he gasped and his cock got hard. What did she want from him? He flew to the restroom to wait for his now obvious erection to subside. It took a bit of time until he left the restroom. He tried to catch a view of her again, the whole morning, but he didn't see her again.
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Nervously he arrived at her place. He was 10 minutes early and he went back and forth on the nearby sidewalk before he went to the door and rang the bell.
For a long time nothing happened. It was still quiet behind the front door. Perhaps she was kidding him. He wouldn't be very surprised. He couldn't imagine why she wanted to meet him. Ken's anger began to grow. How foolish it was that he was here! How could he think about a meeting with Karen? She was obviously kidding him.
Before he turned to leave, he decided to ring the doorbell again.
Just before he rang, he heard her voice from inside the house: "Sorry. Just one moment, please. I just came out of the shower and I'm naked and wet at the moment. I'm just going to dress."
The picture of a wet and naked Karen caused his cock to jump to an erection. Damn, he thought. How could he have a normal meeting with her, when his cock had a life of his own? He tried to calm down and tried to think of some boring things, like his algebra housework. Of course, it worked a little bit.
Several minutes later, she opened the door.
She wore a white sleeved blouse, shorts and was barefoot. Her long blond hair was still wet. He tried to suppress the image of Karen in the shower again. Perhaps he hadn't tried hard enough or it was too hard an image to suppress. In fact, he imagined her naked body the whole time.
"Come in," Karen said.
While he followed her to the living room, he had to admire her firm ass. He was already hard, again, when they arrived in the living room.
"Sit down," Karen ordered. "Do you want something to drink?"
"Uhhhhh, perhaps a water or something," Ken replied.
"Okay then, perhaps I'll bring you a water," Karen chuckled and sat down in front of him. With an interested smile on her face, she examined Ken from tip to toe. She rested her look for a moment at his crotch. He felt naked and, against his will, his erection grew to a full hard on.
"That is nice. You have a visible indicator that you find me sexy."
Ken blushed and lowered his head. "Err, I, I'm sorry. I, I don't want to offend you. It's because..." He fell silent and blushed even more. After a moment of uncomfortable silence he tried again.
"It's... ahem. You are such a beautiful girl. I've always admired your body, and now you are so close to me... I couldn't hope. I think, I, I, I am not able to do anything about this." His face became redder during this confession.
"That is not a shame! I am sexy, and I know that you find me hot. That is how it should be and I like that you are attracted to me. I like that your tool is reacting to me. That's the reason I have asked you to meet me!" She looked in his eyes.
"What?" Ken didn't understood a word she'd just said.
"Ken, do you have a girlfriend?" Karen asked.
"N-n-no!"
"Ken, did you ever have a girlfriend before?"
"I, errr, I... uhhh, no!"
"Do you want to have a girlfriend?"
"Uh, I, yes, I guess..."
"You guess?"
"Yes, I want to have a girlfriend," Ken replied shyly.
"Do you sometimes dream of me as your girlfriend?"
"I, I, ehhhhhhh..."
"Do you?" Karen insisted.
"Yes," Ken responded.
"That will never happen!" Karen said as she smiled at him.
Ken looked fuddled. Had she ordered him to come here simply to frustrate him?
"I know, Ken. You are a little bit nerdy. Girls aren't interested in nerdy guys. What do you think?"
"Ehhhh, I..." He looked to the floor and blushed. "I think you are right!"
"Ken, you don't know how to deal with girls. You are clumsy and awkward. I think you don't have a chance to get a girlfriend. But, maybe, I can help you - and you can help me. I want to make a deal with you!"
Ken was suspicious and stood up. "W-w-what k-kind of deal?"
"Sit down," she ordered. Ken sat down on the couch.
"I'm not attracted to you, but it's fine that you find me sexy. I mostly get what I want. I'm able to twist most men around my little finger. That's how it should be. But I'm far from perfect. I have to train my skills. And I want to train with you. You could be my training partner. What you will get is a lot of arousal and, perhaps, some sexual experience with me."
Ken was speechless and didn't now how to answer. He also didn't know what to think.
"But why, ummmm, you are... I don't know what you want from me."
