This story is about obsession and submission. There is a lot of deviant and kinky sex in it, but it doesn't come fast and furious. If you're looking for a slam bam sex story this isn't it. If you're willing to take your time with this story's development, then I hope you'll be rewarded with some interesting twists. This is chapter one, things will be heating up as we go along. Chapter two is coming soon.
This is a story about two people, both of whom live inside of me. I'd like to be a regular person, a person who lives the right way, a person of character, a moral person and there is that part of me, but there is another person in there. There is a part of me that embraces the dark side, who lusts for things that are not moral or of good character.
I have endeavored to be a good person and I like to think that I have succeeded for the most part. However, the events I am about to relate brought all of that to an end.
My name is Justin and I'm a college freshman. I was brought up in a religious home where moral fortitude was an important part of my early life. I suppose I was a little sheltered and bit naïve, but even with my lack of worldliness there was always some dark force calling to me somewhere inside.
I got to college a few weeks after my eighteenth birthday and was thrust into a new world filled with people who lived in ways that I had never imagined and often looked so different from the people I was familiar with. I think of myself as quite average, and I am physically. I'm slight in stature, five foot-six in height and one hundred and twenty pounds, small actually for a boy in college, but I'm fit, and I've been told I'm handsome. I have sandy blonde hair and blue eyes and a swimmers build.
I've always been popular with girls, but I've never had a girlfriend or been on a date. It just wasn't done in my family. Now that I was in college and away from their influence, I was looking forward to exploring that part of life. I was also afraid of where that exploration might take me.
I had settled into dorm life after a few days and was just starting to get to know some of the other people who lived around me. I had been fortunate to get a single room, most others shared a room with another student. Directly across the hall from me was a room shared by two women. I had just caught glimpses of them coming and going. They were both tall and athletic, certainly taller and bigger overall than I was. They were also beautiful. There was a sign on their door which read: Kristen and Rachel. I didn't know who was who until I saw one of them on campus and another girl called her Kristen. She was the stronger looking of the two. Probably five-ten and maybe one hundred and fifty pounds. I saw her once leaving the dorm dressed in a field hockey uniform, her blonde hair tied back in a ponytail and her tanned skin glowing with good health. I was a bit shocked at how little the uniform seemed to cover, her strong legs fascinated me as did her rather ample breasts.
Her roommate, Rachel was quite different. She was also tall, but slim and firm looking, strikingly beautiful with short jet-black hair and ice blue eyes. Her body was more like a boy. She had small breasts, a slim waist and a firm little bottom.
Both girls were so outgoing and dynamic. I had never met such intensely alive people before. I soon found myself thinking about one or the other of them while I was alone in my room at night. I tried not to, because my thoughts about them were not very wholesome. None the less, the thoughts came. I couldn't believe that while I lay there in my bed at night, just across the hall were these two amazing creatures.
The event that changed everything happened early one morning. I woke up long before I usually did, it was probably six in the morning. I had to pee, so I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom. In our dorm we had co-ed bathrooms. This sounds better than it actually was. Each of the toilets were completely enclosed, as were each of the showers. The only things in the common area were the sinks and most of the time when someone was brushing their teeth they were dressed or in a bathrobe.
I walked into the bathroom half asleep and yawning. I was halfway into the room when I looked up and stopped dead in my tracks. Stepping out of one of the shower cubicles was Rachel and all she had on was a pair of pale blue panties. I froze. My mouth dropped open, and my eyes went wide. Rachel seemed completely oblivious to the fact that she was almost naked. She looked at me and said,
"What's the matter, haven't you ever seen a pair of tits before?"
The answer, of course, was no, I hadn't, but I was speechless. I just stood there like a deer in the headlights. Rachel walked past me toward the door without any attempt to cover herself. She casually threw her towel over her shoulder as she walked past. She glanced at me as she passed and hissed,
"Pervert!"
I just stood there. It was as if some celestial being had just passed me. I had never seen a girl in that state of undress before. I had never seen a bare breast.
I ran back to my room without even peeing. I was breathing fast, and my heart was beating at the same rate. I jumped back into my bed and pulled the covers over me. What had just happened? I couldn't imagine someone doing that. I lay there with the image of her body burned in my mind. She was like some angelic incarnation. Every inch of her was etched into my consciousness. Angelic, but somehow demonic at the same time. Her ice blue eyes burned into me as she threw me a withering look in passing. Her body was so perfect, slim and hard and muscular in a female way. Of course, it was her breasts that I could never forget. They were the first I had ever seen and to me they represented female perfection. They were no more than a cup full, standing out so forcefully on her chest. They gave just the smallest hint of a jiggle with her every step. I had never seen anything so beautiful in my life.
So, without hesitation, I did what I had been trying to stop myself from doing each night as I lay in my bed thinking of the girls across the hall. With the image of Rachel's body fresh in my mind I masturbated furiously.
As the days passed, I could think of nothing but Rachel, waking or sleeping, her image was always there. I did my best to avoid her. I was terrified that I would run into her in the hall. What would I do? Would she berate me again for having looked at her? I would always peek out into the hall before leaving my room and then make a run for it.
One night I had a dream that shook me to the core. It was more of a moment's realization that a full dream. In it I was laying on the floor, on my back. I think I was naked. Standing over me, wearing nothing but her pale blue panties, was Rachel. She had a bare foot pressed on my chest and she looked down at me with her hypnotic eyes. She whispered a single word, "Pervert". I woke in a cold sweat with my heart pounding.
I tried to control my evening masturbatory activities. During my Puritan upbringing I was told that such things were bad. Much as I tried, I wasn't always successful. One night a few days after the event, I couldn't sleep. It was late and I decided that I would go out for a walk to see if that would help. Our dorm is on the edge of the campus with a little woodland behind it. My room faced the front of the building on the first floor. I walked out and as late as it was there were a bunch of people hanging out in front of the building. I decided to go around back where I would probably be alone.
It was very dark in the back. There were a few bushes and trees near the building and I wandered between them. There were very few lights on in the building as most people were probably asleep if they weren't outside. As I came to the middle of the building, I noticed that a room on the first floor was brightly illuminated and there were no curtains on the window My curiosity was peaked, so I moved closer and went behind a bush in front of the window.
There not ten feet away was Kristen in her room. She was naked. My breath caught in my throat and my heart seemed to stop. I couldn't believe my eyes. She was so different from Rachel. Where Rachel was slim, Kristen was solid. Kristen's breasts were much bigger than Rachel's, but like hers they stood up high without a crease beneath them and her nipples were amazing! Rachel had tiny pink hard looking nipples, Kristen's were huge, bigger than a silver dollar and a hot chocolate brown. But more than that I was seeing a fully nude woman for the first time.
From my vantage point I could see Kristen from the mid-thighs upward and when she turned toward me, I got my first look at the most intimate place on a woman, a place I had only dreamed of seeing.
Just then Kristen looked right out the window. Right at me! I dropped to the ground instantly. Did she see me? I was terrified. I dared not look up. I stayed hidden behind the brush. When I finally got the nerve to take a quick peek, she was brushing her hair with her back to me. I took the opportunity to run as fast as I could, around the dorm and into my room.
I felt faint. My chest was pounding, and I was breathing hard. Had I been seen? I couldn't be sure. I imagined that if she had seen me, she wouldn't have just stood there brushing her hair. But the encounter terrified me. I tried to calm down, telling myself that I was okay, that I hadn't been seen and once my heartbeat settled down, I began to think about what I had seen. Like Rachel, Kristen's image was now burned into my mind. I had only the briefest glimpse of Kristen's womanhood, but the sight stayed with me. She had a flat muscular belly the led down to her shaven mound. Of course, I couldn't see anything of what lay beneath, but this view of the path to the most intimate area of a woman was overwhelming. I lay on my bed and visions of her breasts and her extraordinary nipples danced in my head.
In the days that followed I was now tormented by two competing images. Rachel and Kristen vied for domination in my fantasies. The 'moral' side of me berated me for my thoughts while my dark side reveled in them. As much as I ached to go back behind the dorm for another look, I had vowed never to do it again. But the dark side kept whispering in my ear. Think what else you might see. You didn't get caught before, it's perfectly safe.
A few nights later I was lying in my bed and the images swirling in my head gave me no rest. Before I could stop myself, I was up and walking behind the dorm. I kept telling myself to turn back, but my feet wouldn't listen. The light was on. I crept behind the bush and looked into the window. Kristen was there. She was wearing an oversize tee shirt and was walking back and forth talking on the phone.
On the other side of the room Rachel was sitting in front of a computer. Suddenly Rachel turned toward Kristen and said something that caused Kristen to stop. She put down the phone and stretched. My heart beat faster. She slowly pulled her shirt over her head and there she was once again naked.
