Heads turned on the quad whenever she walked by. Guys openly stared at her while she crossed the dining hall, and it was well known that most of the spectators at the girls' volleyball matches were horny dudes feasting on her perfect butt in tight spandex. Surprisingly, this didn't cause too much resentment among the coeds at the college; in fact, Mollie was well liked by her female classmates. That was because, although she was universally desired by the men at the college, Mollie did NOT fool around on campus – and really presented no threat to the other girls because of it. Very, very, rarely, if she were feeling more horny than usual (or got more drunk), she'd make out with a student and maybe let him cop a feel, but she had never fucked a guy on campus. She didn't want to, and frankly, didn't need to. She was rich and smart and kind and stunningly attractive and she slept with men in their late twenties and thirties who were already established in society. At school, she worked hard, got along with everyone, and did her best to gracefully ignore the advances of her classmates.
One of those classmates was Chad. Chad, like most freshmen arriving at the college, noticed Mollie almost immediately. And like most of his fellow freshmen, Chad fantasized about her beautiful face, perky breasts, tiny waist, and above all, her large round butt. It was a butt that should have been physically impossible for a girl who was otherwise fairly petite—especially a white girl. Her tiny waist expanded rapidly into a pair of wide hips which framed a bulging bubble butt that seemed almost like a soccer ball, stuffed in her skin tight jeans or yoga pants. After a few months, most guys at the college faced the facts: they would never sleep with Mollie, and must be content simply to admire her from afar. But Chad wouldn't give up so easily.
It was the beginning of Chad's second semester, and Mollie's last semester, at the college. She would be graduating in just a few months. Chad purposefully enrolled in three of the same classes as Mollie, and every day he did his best to talk to her when he could, flirt with her, and do anything he could to make a good impression. Unfortunately, Mollie wasn't interested. Chad wasn't stupid, but he wasn't smart either, and his flirtation and dumb jokes weren't working on Mollie. It didn't help that she wasn't at all attracted to him physically. He wasn't ugly, but he was a big guy, especially for a freshman, and not nearly as athletic and toned as she preferred.
About a month into second semester, Chad approached Mollie at a party, which was at her and her friends' house off campus. She said hi and they chatted for a minute or two, but it was clear she wanted to end the conversation, and quickly moved away towards one of her girlfriends. About an hour later, Mollie said good night to her friends and climbed the stairs to her bedroom. Outside her door, Chad was standing.
"Hi Mollie," he said, looking her up and down.
"Hi... Chad...," she replied. "What do you want?"
"I need to talk to you," Chad said.
"I don't think so," replied Mollie, "I'm going to bed."
"You will talk to me," said Chad. And before Mollie could cry out, he had clamped his hand around her mouth and dragged her struggling into her bedroom.
"Don't make a goddamn sound, you slut," growled Chad. Mollie whimpered and sat weeping on her bed.
"Why??" she asked, "want do you want from me?"
"I think you know, Mollie," said Chad. "The same thing every other man in this school wants from you."
