Day 9 - Saturday 25th May
James opened the door into Lucy's room without knocking, pushing confidently, but not forcefully. The blond girl working at the desk looked back over her shoulder, startled.
"James, what are you doing here?" she asked.
He laughed and paused for a few moments before speaking with a measured voice, almost hiding the aggression of the words he was speaking. "Hello Lucy. What am I doing here? I am here to fuck you."
"What?! Don't be stupid!" she replied, laughing nervously. "Stop messing about! And don't let Christina hear you joke like that, she might get worried."
"I'm not joking. I'm serious Lucy. I've wanted to fuck you for a long time. You are so hot, you've got a body to die for and I can't wait to get my hands on you."
He looked the young girl up and down a number of times. He wasn't lying. She looked gorgeous sat there, her long legs protruding from a short, red plaited skirt and her blond, curly hair coming down as far as the top of her white strappy top.
She had a concerned look on her face. He could tell that she was certainly worried, fearing what might be about to happen, but also not entirely sure whether he was being serious. He needed to change that. He walked up to her, stroked her cheek lightly with his finger, and ran his hand through her hair.
She sat there in silence, not knowing what to do.
He stood behind her, still sat down, and put a hand on each shoulder.
"Do you still think I'm not about to do this?" he asked, gently massaging her shoulders.
"No, not really, I've known you long enough to know you wouldn't do something like that. Why would you do it based on my looks? I look identical to your girlfriend! And what about Christina?"
"Don't worry about her, she went to see Sophie. She won't be back for ages. It's just you and me, and we're going to have a lot of fun here." He didn't mean to sound so creepy, that's just how it came out.
He carried on massaging her shoulders, occasionally raising his hand to stroke her cheek again, briefly running his hand down her arm as far as her elbow. He kissed her on the shoulder.
"I don't think you should be doing this, James. I don't think Christina would ever forgive you." She told her, more solemnly.
"Maybe this isn't up to you" he said, with a smile on his face. She looked up at him, her face betraying more worry this time.
He lowered his hands down each side of her, letting his chest rub against the back of her head. He brought his right hand in, until it covered her stomach. He carried on rubbing, then brought his left hand up and grabbed her right breast.
"James!" she shrieked. "Please don't do this!"
She started to struggle, to push him off and get up, but he wouldn't allow it. His strong hands kept her pinned to the chair, even as they roamed over her body.
"Stop it. Please, stop it" she started shouting, trying to find some way to fend him off.
"Lucy, you are about to be fucked. You can fight all you like, but that isn't going to change what I am about to do to you."
He pulled her up from the chair and carried her across the room, throwing her on to the bed. He jumped on top of her and lifted her top, somehow managing to get it off her as she wriggled, pleading at him to stop.
He looked down at her cute little cleavage created between the two white patterned globes of her bra and felt himself start to become erect. He let his body fall on top of her, pinning her to the bed, and started to kiss her.
She fought it, but he was stronger, and was able to force his tongue into her mouth, and he let it explore. But he couldn't stay in control for long. She somehow managed to get her lips free.
"You can't do this, James" she said, with a teary, almost resigned voice.
"Oh yes I can. Watch me" he replied.
He sat himself up and slowly ran his hand from her knee up the length of her thigh until it was under her skirt. He pushed it up, folding it over her stomach, revealing her little white panties.
James looked at the face of the woman he was about to fuck. She looked like she was about to cry, but that wasn't about to stop him. He let a finger trace a line under her panties from the top of her thigh, down towards the crotch, pulling the material up slightly, being careful to not touch her. Yet. He pulled the panties to the side, getting a sight of her pussy for the first time, before letting go, allowing them to ping back in place.
He then grabbed each side of the underwear and pulled it down. It wasn't easy, as she wriggled to make it as difficult for him as possible and tried to push him away with her hands. But he got there in the end, removing them from her, exposing her from the waist down.
He kissed her again, allowing his hand to roam all over her. Again, he put his hand on her knee and it gradually made its way up her thigh. With no skirt or underwear to hinder its progress it was able to make it all the way. He gently let his finger brush her pussy, touching it for only a moment before pulling it away. He did it again, a couple of times, before indulging more, allowing it to slide up the length of her slit and he was pleased to discover that she was becoming wet.
After allowing himself to play with her for a while, James became impatient and decided that now was the time. He got up and started to get undressed, quickly lifting his top over his head before she had a chance to escape. It didn't take long before his jeans were off too and soon enough he was standing in front of her, naked, proudly sporting a full erection.
She looked up at him, with that same worried, innocent face.