Let the Contest begin.
That sentence rings in my head every morning I wake up. It's like waking from a dream. But this was no dream.
It all started innocently enough, one Friday night, when I was walking home from the video store where I worked. (I was saving up my money for college.) I had just turned twenty and was looking forward to a weekend off. My parents had gone camping and I had a bag of pornos, and the house all to myself. Yeah, looking back on it, it was pretty sad, but since I was girlfriendless that was the best I could come up with. I was hoping that college life would change all that.
I was just about home when I saw a blonde across the street from my house. Instantly, I thought I recognized her.
("Fuck, that can't be her! She moved away after high school," I thought.)
I heard a male voice from behind me say my name. Before I could turn around, a large sack was put over my whole head and I was picked up off the ground, as I struggled in vain, and dumped unceremoniously into a vehicle. I could hear tires screeching and it sure felt like we where moving quickly. Someone began tying my hands behind my back, while someone was sitting on my feet. I was doing my best to fight them off, but at 5'10" and 175 pounds I wasn't fairing to well against my larger opponents. I was also trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. I kept asking, "Why would some one want to kidnap me?"
The same voice that I heard say my name, was telling me to "relax and calm down", but for the next half-hour or so I don't think I ever did. The vehicle finally came to a stop and I was picked up and carried like a sack of potatoes for what seemed like miles. I was being as calm as I could be, trying to figure it out. Then I was forced to sit down in what felt like a chair. I felt my hands and feet being quickly tied to it.
"Just fucking sit there and be fucking quiet!" I heard a strong booming voice yell into my ear, followed by a smack upside the head, as if I needed it.
I was starting to panic now, because I was hearing a lot of other voices around me. Not being able to see was driving me crazy. I could hear a couple of screams from time to time that would jar me, but somehow I managed not to pee my pants.
After what seemed like forever, my sack was removed, and water was splashed in my face. It was cold and startling, but, none the less, refreshing. While blinking my eyes, a cold towel was used to dry my face and when my eyes regained their focus I saw her.
("It was her," I thought.)
"I see you recognize me," the blonde said, and then she moved behind me.
Yes I did, it was Alice Marsh. Alice used to live down the street from me. You could say she was the girl of my dreams -- unfortunately my dreams, not hers. We were even the same exact age, amazingly sharing the same birthday. I tried my best to befriend her throughout the years, but to no avail.
One amazing moment in history, cemented us together forever. It happened in our senior year, shortly after our 18th birthday, at a house party. The only reason I was there (not belonging to the "IN" crowd) was because it was being held at my best friend's house. (His brother was throwing the bash.) When asked repeatedly, we simply wouldn't leave. It was our payoff for not telling his parents about the party. Well, it was a drinking party and as the night went on the party picked up. All the good-looking girls were there dressed their best. But the fairest of them all was the one and only Alice Marsh.
You could say she was hard to miss. She was about 5'7" maybe 110 pounds. On this night, she was dressed in tight blue jeans and a small pink half sweater, unbuttoned at the top and bottom. Her face, made up to make her look like a movie star, maybe an adult movie star. You could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, and with breasts like hers, I guess she didn't need one.
Every guy in the place was all over her, but while she seemed to love the attention, none of them were her boyfriend. They seemingly had no luck with her either, as it was a known fact that she only dated older, tougher guys.
I was so busy checking out her wicked body that I didn't notice that she had caught me undressing her with my eyes. She motioned for me to come over. It was all I could do to walk over to her, as she was surrounded by a large group of onlookers, most of whom were laughing up a storm.
"What were you looking at?" She sneered. "What, you never seen a pair of tits before?"
The group roared with laughter, after some time and much teasing, she finally held her hand up and the crowd fell silent. My face felt like it was on fire.
"What, cat got your tongue?" She teased, as she pulled on her sweater, her left breast nearly falling out. "I bet you never even seen a pair of live breasts before?"
What could I say? Because the fact was she was right. The only sex I'd had up to that point had been in my head, and the only naked women I'd seen were in the movies and magazines. And with the way she was teasing me, the English language was escaping me.
"The only pussy -- your cat," Alice teased, standing right in front of me, blowing hot air against my lips, pressing her chest into mine. Honestly, I wanted to run away, but the group had circled around us. Plus her smell was intoxicating. I was staring into her sparkling green eyes, as her long blonde hair tickled my face. Since I had never actually been this close to her before, it felt like my head was going to exploded. I also lost all track of my environment.
Suddenly she grabbed me, by both wrists, and slowly brought my hands up to her chest, pressing them slowly into her breasts. (Oh, how firm they were.) She also used her leg to rub my groin. Taking the bait, I was slowly applying more pressure, effectively feeling her up. When she let me slip my right hand into her sweater, I was in puppy heaven. I swear I felt her nipple harden under my touch. She pulled me closer. She began purring into my ear. The pressure increased. I had a feeling rushing through my body like I'd never felt before. My knees went weak. My body trembled. And it felt like all my blood had rushed into my groin area. She suddenly pulled my hands away, but kept a hold of my wrists. Simultaneously, someone from behind me pulled my baggy pants and briefs down, in one swift motion. I cried out in horror, as my erect penis sprung into the crowd's view -- cum still oozing from its head. Much to my surprise, it wasn't blood after all. The crowed roared with laughter. I quickly broke free, pulled my sweats up, and high-tailed it out of there.
Back at school, I was the talk of the hallways. As you can probably imagine, it was pretty humiliating having an orgasm in front of a room full of people. Especially, just from a little leg rubbing and from feeling someone's tits. Even if they belonged to Alice Marsh. Everyone had their knick-name for me. They called me "The Minuteman" or "Quick-Draw" or my least favorite "The Sperminator", but as time wore on and we finally graduated, life got a little easier. I even made the favorite moments part of the yearbook, several times.
Most of my friends would just come up to me and say, "I can't believe you got to feel up Alice Marsh!" or stuff like that. It was kind of cool, I guess. But honestly, getting a date after that night was pretty tough -- hence my pathetic social life. Alice moved away after graduation, at least I thought she did. But now a couple of years had passed, and here she was again, back in my life. But still, "why would she kidnap me?" So it was the first question that I asked.
"She didn't kidnap you...we did!" A booming voice roared.
I was quickly spun around, and was now facing two rather large and imposing looking men. They were dressed in leather and covered in tattoos. I tried to ask another question, but someone came up from behind me and gagged me with a some cloth.