Cathy got out of Terrie's car and smiled back as her friend drove away. Going through the gate she heard ecstatic shouts of female pleasure coming from Alex's room. Wow.
she thought to herself. I haven't heard that before. Sounds like Dorothy is really enjoying herself.
She busied herself doing chores, putting away her purchases, cleaning. Starting some dinner. There was an almost continuous stream of moans and cries from Alex's room. She thought it was a bit strange, and felt an envious/apprehensive tingle and surge in her lower abdomen whenever she noticed a pause in the noisy lovemaking. They're like rabbits!
she thought to herself. I guess when Alex and Dorothy are hidden away for hours on end they really are going at going at it the whole time.
And then, when the sun was setting and the day finally began to cool off, after all that ecstatic noise and a couple hours of charged silence Stephanie had appeared out of Alex's room, with Alex right behind her.
Hi Cathy!
Stephanie said, turning pink with embarrassment. Alex walked her to the gate and then came back to the kitchen.
So!
she said to him.
Yes?
he said, obviously trying to look innocent.
Stephanie?
Uh yeah.
What about Dorothy?
Well, uh, we have fun. You were the one who mentioned her reputation.
So you're trying for a reputation yourself?
Well, Stephanie, she came over for a swim. She, ah, got a cramp, so I rubbed it out and one thing sort of led to another…
Cathy shook her head slowly, tsking with exaggerated — and not entirely mock — disapproval. Uh huh. Well, be careful cuz.
Secretly, she approved. Dorothy was, to put it unkindly, a slut. Glen had fucked her back Freshman year, she still felt jealous surges of resentment. Stephanie was classy. If her cousin needed a girlfriend, Stephanie would do.
Oh, I will.
Cathy was glad that classes had begun, since most of her friends had been away all summer. After several weeks she was finally able to meet with her full posse. She and Terrie and Allison and Dana and Masako got together in Amelio's café, just off campus. She couldn't wait to share her gossip.
So,
she said once they were gathered around a table. Guess who Alex is sleeping with?
Your cousin? Who?
Who?
Err, who is she?
Of the three of them, Allison's question was forced, revealing to Cathy at least that she wasn't really asking; Alex had already told her.
Not 'she' Cathy said, smirking. 'They'.
What?
Terrie asked, surprised.
Who!
Dana demanded insistently.
Dorothy and Stephanie.
Get. Out.
Masako said. Really?
Both of them? Are you sure?
Allison asked wide-eyed.
Not at the same time. I think he started seeing Dorothy while I was back east, and the other day, when you dropped my back at my place,
she addressed Terrie, he was busy doinking Stephanie.
That's a strange pair.
Dana commented. They don't have much in common.
They're both beautiful. But I didn't know he even knew them.
Terrie said.
He and Stephanie had a class last Spring. I'm pretty sure he had the hots for her then. I don't know how he hooked up with Dorothy.
Yeah, but she'll sleep with anyone.
Allison said.
Stephanie won't.
Dana told her. We roomed together Freshman year. I don't know that she's ever even had a boyfriend.
Alex took a vacation out in Colorado a few weeks ago. He bulked up. Terrie, you might not be in the minority any more.
Okay, stop.
said Terrie. Once, two years ago, I said your cousin was geeky and hunky. That doesn't mean I want to sleep with him.
Hmmmm, maybe that's why you were stripping for him…
I told you, I wanted a tan and I completely forgot that I'd taken my top off…
So, what's he told you Allison?
Dana's question to her friend was sly and knowing.
Uh, well…
Dish!
ordered Cathy. Well what?
He told me about Dorothy. And, well, I knew he liked Stephanie, but I didn't know that he, that they… you know.
Alex relaxed into a new routine of college life. His selectively photographic memory made absorbing class material easier than ever. Stephanie came over to visit and make love almost every night, or he went over to spend the night at her apartment. One evening she was busy with a student government meeting and Alex was feeling especially horny, so he had called Dorothy, who was quite willing to come over. Her return visit elicited raised eyebrows and more tssking disapproval from Cathy.
Alex was quite content with his situation. Stephanie was beautiful, intelligent, and fantastic in bed. And so was Dorothy … in bed at least. Even if she was not as intellectually stimulating as Stephanie, Dorothy's status as a nation-wide (for tennis fans, at least) sex symbol made fucking her especially exciting. Then one afternoon, after his last class of the day, Alex returned home to find Cathy, Masako, and someone new lounging by the pool.
Cathy he knew. In the back of his mind, he realized his cousin was attractive, but too much knowledge of her history, of long hours of playful contact when they were both immature nymphs, halted his cogitation there. Masako was another matter; she and Cathy were classmates, and Alex had often admired her in the past.
The first-generation child of Japanese immigrants, Masako spoke English as her native tongue, yet still had an accent. Under the encouragement of her parents she had intensely studied her native culture and language. Last year she had been absent, spending it abroad in Japan. She had returned with a new hairstyle, cut long and short to form a hazy frame around her cute face. Alex quite approved of her new look, but in the past she had always seemed timid and withdrawn, so he'd always interacted with her with polite deference.
The new girl, however, was different. She was, like the others, clad in a bikini, but Alex didn't even notice the style or color.
Alex's first impression was of legs, long and slender and stretching an inordinate distance from poolside lounge chair to the sun-dried cement of the patio. Then he saw that those legs were attached to wide hips leading to a taut, smooth, bare female abdomen which led to a moderate pair of modestly covered breasts, bracketed by slender arms — Alex shook his head, reminding himself that he was gawking at a person, then abruptly lost himself again focusing on her face.
She had full lips, a slender, pointed nose, wide, dark, deep eyes. Her hair was long and dark. Still wet from a recent dousing in the pool it fell down over her shoulders in long, kinked locks. He focused on her eyes again, then, finally realizing that he was staring impolitely, turned to his cousin.
Hey Cathy. Hi Masako. Who's your friend?
Hey Alex. This is Ophelia. Masako and I have invited her onto our atrocity project.
Your cousin's a guy.
Ophelia commented.
Apparently.
Cathy replied, sounding amused.
Nothing,
Ophelia said quickly, I guess I'm just used to roommates and housemates being same-sex; naturally your situation is different.
Uh, well,
Alex began consciously directing his attention to Ophelia's face, rather than her long, slender, bare body, I'm pleased to meet you. And you have my condolences on being immersed into Cathy's obsession with Man's inhumanity towards Man.
Uhh, nice to meet you, too.
Ophelia's our computer expert,
Masako added. She's going to design the web interface to our site, to jump back and forth between historical events.
Oh.
Alex felt a little put out; Cathy had asked him if he could design the interface for them, and he'd agreed. He turned to look at Ophelia again, and found his attention drawn to her bare, flat belly and the tiny triangle of black fabric at her crotch.
Alex felt embarrassed, and felt his face flush, as Ophelia moved to put on a loose shirt to cover her breasts and midriff, and placed a towel across her bare legs. He'd been too obvious, she'd noticed his attention to her bare body and quickly moved to deprive him of it's appearance.
Masako giggled. Alex glanced at her, and she stifled her amusement.
Ahh, anyway,
he said, I'll see you all later.
He turned, face hot with embarrassment at his undisguised sexual interest, and entered the house, putting away the groceries he'd brought, then sitting in the living room to continue his progress in a video game.
Sometime later Cathy and Masako entered the house, and Alex joined them in
preparing dinner. So Alex,
Cathy began, Ophelia's pretty hot,
isn't she?
Alex looked up from his vegetable chopping. Masako was smirking, and Cathy had an expression of faint condescension. He felt confused and worried, but only faintly. In the back of his mind he had the awareness that everything that happened to him, that all the people around him, could be changed. The Master Control Program could modify reality to his whims, if he so desired.
He decided to express his feelings honestly, to see where it led. Yes she
is,
he replied. Maybe the most attractive woman I've ever met.
Should I tell that to Stephanie?
Cathy asked, eyebrows arched.
Masako giggled. Alex looked at her, and then at Cathy, who only smiled at him knowingly.
She's lesbian, Alex.
Masako said.
I'm surprised you didn't know.
Cathy continued. Ophelia — she's in our class — is probably the most militant and open homosexual on campus.
It's not that she hates men,
Masako offered. At least, that's what she says. She wrote several editorials on sexual politics in the campus newspaper last year.
Alex tended to neglect the campus paper, especially this year when the implications of the Master Control Program had inclined him to international news, looking for strange events that might reveal other Control Program users. He'd definitely never heard of Ophelia before.
His friend Lucas had. The next day they's met up for an afternoon of one-on-one first-person-shooter video game action. Afterwards he'd mentioned Ophelia, and Lucas had given enthusiastic commentary.
She is so hot.
Lucas had said. Its a shame she doesn't like guys. At least, she likes girls instead. I guess that's almost the same thing. Haven't you read her columns in the paper?
Alex hadn't, but when he got home made a point of going to his computer to search back issues of the campus newspaper for Ophelia's bylines. She'd published a regular column last year, her Junior year, in which she'd proclaimed that universal respect for humanity should include individuals who were not sexually interested in the opposite sex. She freely used herself as an example of a woman who, through experience, had determined that she was far more interested in fellow women than in men.
Somehow, in Alex's mind, that knowledge made her even more interesting. It made him horny, so much so that he'd shown up at Dorothy's sorority that evening, sneaked his way into surprising her in her room, and fucked her silly. When she was finally unconscious with pleasure he withdrew. Lying by her side he relaxed and attempted to put thoughts of Opelia's long, slender, sexy body out of his mind. After all, wasn't the beautiful tennis star the universally acclaimed standard of female pulchritude? And weren't his intimate attentions the apex of her sexual goals? Why should he want anything more?
His self-justifications were mostly successful.
That meditation worked for several weeks, until one afternoon when Alex answered the gate buzzer and found Ophelia on the other side.
Because she was gay, Alex had attempted to dismiss her physical appearance, but this time when she came in he couldn't help but notice how hot she was. While her attitude and demeanor might be considered butch, her appearance and dress was decidedly femme. She was tall, just an inch shorter than he was, with long, slender legs, a narrow waist, and smallish breasts that were accentuated by her choice of clothing. Her features seemed chiseled, with wide cheekbones, dark brown eyes and long, dark hair that was almost black.
She greeted Alex as she entered the yard and went to speak with Cathy. He admired her face, and turned to watch her walk away from him, then reminded himself that she was a lesbian, and while she might be friendly to him, was decidedly not interested in men. Then he reminded himself that her sexual preference was irrelevant when he had his miraculous computer program.
He quickly returned to his room and called her up. He applied the same Super Seduction
macro that he had to Stephanie. Then, looking at the image of her naked body in the control program window, he realized that he didn't want to wait as long as he had with Stephanie. To make sure she'd act on her new feelings he increased her sexual hunger until she was twice as horny as normal. He wandered through the yard, feeling horny, cock erect at the memory of Ophelia's lithe figure, before realizing she was still talking to Cathy.
He waited, and then waited some more, and then fixed himself some dinner, and waited still more while the sun set and Ophelia and Cathy discussed their history class. Going up to Cathy's door to listen surreptitiously he heard them talking about the web, and tribunal records, and the holocaust. With a deep breath he forced himself to relax, and returned to the poolside with a book, reading by the late summer rays of the setting sun. His main purpose, though, was to catch Ophelia on her way out.
Fortunately for his hardon, he hadn't been there long when Ophelia left Cathy's wing of the house headed toward the gate.
Taking off?
Alex called to her.
Yes,
she said, glancing at him, and then stopped, staring at Alex.
Alex felt a surge of exhilaration at her reaction, realizing that she was his. He stood and walked over to her. Say Ophelia, I was wondering if you could help me with something.
What?
she asked. Her expression was confused, as if she were puzzling over something strange.
It's in my room. Come take a look?
She looked at him quizzically, obviously wondering just what he was talking about.
Sorry.
she said. I've gotta go. Now. See ya'.
Astonished and frustrated Alex could do nothing but stammer and watch Ophelia's tight, hard ass as she left the yard. He returned to his room and checked his Master Control Program, to verify that he had clicked Send
to activate his changes to Ophelia's being. He had, the changes had been made.
Still… he felt thwarted, aching lust. He called up the details of his Super Seduction
macro for review.
Her resistance made Ophelia that much more attractive to him, and his dreams were filled with memories of her face, hips, and delectable ass as she'd walked away. That evening, for the first time since he'd altered Dorothy with his all-powerful computer program, Alex masturbated, turned on by his new, larger erection and thoughts of Ophelia, wondering what changes he might make to her personality to make her want his new, larger cock.
The next day was a Friday. All morning long Alex found his mind distracted by thoughts of Ophelia. He had an exam, and only managed to answer the more difficult questions by concentrating and calling upon his photographic memory of the textbook. On his way back from campus he ran into Glen, Cathy's boyfriend, who invited him to a party at his fraternity that evening. He'd been about to decline, thinking about how to use the Control Program to meet up with Ophelia, when inspiration struck. Sure!
he told Glen, Sounds great! I'll be there.
Back at his room he called up Ophelia again, tabbed over to control of her thought processes, and inserted a desire to attend Glen's frat party that evening. After a little more consideration he added an explicit command. When Alex offers to kiss you, you will accept. When Alex offers a dance with you, you will accept.
He clicked the Send
button with a smug feeling. She already found him attractive, she was already supernaturally horny. A kiss and a dance ought to be sufficient to bring her to him.
Once darkness had fallen Alex went to the party with Cathy, Terrie, and Terrie's boyfriend Jack. Glen met them at the door, anointing Cathy with a slobbery kiss, and then led them to the bar for drinks. Alex scanned the crowd, horny and impatient. He made small talk with several people, and forced himself to make mental notes about and learn the names of the more attractive girls present. After all, reality being as ephemeral as it was, he could have any of them with the merest exercise of his will. But the back of his mind was always caught on thoughts of Ophelia.
And then she arrived. With a girlfriend. Alex's frustration continued to grow as the night wore on. He managed to say Hi
to Ophelia but she just nodded and passed him by. He thought she might have blushed a bit, but it was dark and they'd both been drinking. He continued to circulate.
Allison found him and asked him about Stephanie. He truthfully told her she was busy studying. But always his eyes and attention returned to Ophelia. Allison noticed, and chided him for his wandering eye: Dorothy to Stephanie to Ophelia.
What?
he protested. Ophelia? Sure she's pretty; I'll go so far as to say she's smoldering hot. But she's not available. She… plays for the other team, you know.
Allison burst out laughing at this. What?
he asked her. What's so funny?
You!
she told him. You know she's lesbian, she's here with her girlfriend even, yet you keep glancing and staring at her. Do you miss Stephanie that much? Maybe I should tell her that it's dangerous to study while you're out partying.
Hah. Hah.
he replied to his friend. Maybe Stephanie doesn't mind.
Cathy joined them. What's so funny?
Allison smiled at Alex, then nodded towards the bar, towards Ophelia. Alex.
What's he done now?
He has the hots for Ophelia.
Oh ho! Dorothy and Stephanie not enough for you cuz?
Alex looked back and forth between his cousin and his friend. Maybe she'd be more interested in you?
he arched his eyebrows at Allison.
He scored. She blushed, stammered, then recovered herself. As you say, she's smoldering hot, but she's not my type. Missing certain important appendages, if you know what I mean.
Alex smiled. He felt a surge of confidence; after all he had already altered Ophelia's being with the Control Program. Tell you what, I bet I can get her to kiss me.
What, Ophelia?
Cathy was exaggeratedly incredulous.
Sure.
he told them both. Just watch me.
He made his way to the bar, where Ophelia sat next to her girlfriend.
Her girlfriend was nothing special in appearance, not to Alex's tastes at least. She was half a head shorter than Ophelia, and her breasts seemed too large for her body — if they were natural, they were large enough to be implants in poor taste. The two of them were at the bar, the bartender was happily supplying them with tequila shots as they would engage in a minutes-long make-out session after each shot. Their antics had attracted a crowd of rowdy fraternity boys, and Alex despaired of being able to offer Ophelia a kiss without her acceptance seeming strange and out of character.
When Cathy and Allison joined him at the bar he took the opportunity to stand next to them and ask the bartender for some orange juice.
Oh Alex!
Cathy said. Orange juice? It's Friday night, you're young, live a little!
I've been drinking!
Alex protested. It's just I know my limits and they're not in the league of Ophelia here.
Ophelia turned to look at him. He knew that the changes he'd made to her personality caused her to find him extremely attractive, and feel fondness and trusting towards him. She blinked and stammered a bit. Cathy's right Alex. Live a little! Have some tequila!
Alex met her eyes and smiled. Tell you what, I'll take a shot of tequila if you give me a kiss.
Sorry.
she said, with a quick glance at her friend. You're not my type.
So I've heard. Ever kissed a guy before?
I have,
she said indignantly. And before you athk… ask
Alex realized that Ophelia was a bit drunk, I've fucked guys too. I just prefer girls.
So what's the harm?
Ophelia considered. All right. You drink a shot of tequila, and I'll kiss you.
Woohoo!
shouted the frat brother behind the bar, who'd been following their
banter intently. He quickly poured a shot of tequila and handed it to Alex.
Alex smiled broadly at Ophelia, lifted the shot glass, then tipped back his head and drank it down.
Ophelia, looking somber, straightened up and stepped to stand in front of Alex, eyes on his.
Tongue allowed?
he asked her.
Yes.
she answered. Hands,
she said, taking his in hers and placing them at the back of her waist, half on the warm skin of her bare lower back and half on the fabric of her low-cut jeans, don't move from here.
Alex bent his head slightly and kissed her. He gently teased his lips against hers, felt her inhale sharply, then pressed harder with lips, and harder still with his tongue. He stimulated her lips, back and forth, before slipping his tongue between them to explore her mouth. She was kissing him back, with fervor. Mouth open she slid her lips against his, her tongue probed forward into his own mouth. He could taste the sharp tang of tequila mixed with her own delicious flavor of girl.
She pulled back, slowly. He did too, suddenly aware of the shouts and applause all around them as the final thread of saliva broke between them. Alex opened his eyes, unaware that he'd closed them, just in time to see her lids flutter open. He smiled at her.
Nice.
he said softly. Wasn't it?
She stepped back; he released his hands from her hips. The changes he'd made to her
had multiplied the sexual pleasure she'd felt; he was certain she'd enjoyed it
considerably more even than he had. I've had better.
From a guy?
She pouted. No. But that's not saying much.
Want to try again?
No thanks. If I kiss you again eventually you'll want to get your dick involved and that's just gross.
She turned to place a long, slow kiss on the lips of Jean, her patient girlfriend, then glanced over he shoulder at him. Good night Alex.
she waggled her ass at him. Something for your dreams, eh?
More shouts of approval and laughter rang from the watching crowd. Alex felt a faint flush on his cheeks, but that faded as he realized people weren't laughing at him so much as they were cheering his flirtation with the beautiful, sexy, unobtainable lesbian. Even if they thought he was a bit of a chump for doing so.
After another round of tequila with Cathy and Allison, Alex nodded at the two of them, slammed his shot glass onto the bar, and made his way across the dance floor towards Ophelia as she gyrated with Jean. He interrupted them, sliding between their bodies, and smirked at her. He knew that the effects of the Master Control Program dictated she feel attracted to him far beyond any previous sexual attraction she might have felt. Plus, he'd explicitly commanded her to join him in a dance when he'd offered.
Interested?
he asked her, as their bodies moved together in time with the music. He knew that, fundamentally, she was incapable of discerning between her body's desires and her intellectual aesthetics. The Master Control Program had made them one, and attuned them both to himself and the implicit pleasure he could offer.
Jean left them, and Ophelia began to move her body in time with the music and Alex's hips and chest and arms. He pressed himself close to her, bumping her nipples with his chest, flicking his fingers against her hands and hips and waist.
She flushed, blushed, and danced, occasionally pressing her body against him. He was starting to feel optimistic when she reluctantly drew away from him. You're cute,
she told him If you were a girl
she said, her breathing was quick and energetic, I'd be all over you. But you're not.
Hand moving between their bodies her fingers stroked the bulge of his erection through his trousers. Nice, isn't it. But it's not what I'm after
Thumb holding her middle finger in check, she flicked it against the tight protuberance at his groin.
Owww! Fuck!
he gasped in pain and surprise and astonishment.
I admit you're a hunk,
Ophelia admitted as she danced away from him, And you're a pretty nice guy. But I'm not interested in cocks. But I've made up my mind, Alex. Leave me alone, and I'll leave you alone.
Alex returned to the bar. Cathy had disappeared, but Allison smirked and grilled him about what Ophelia had said while they danced. He confessed that she'd dismissed him with prejudice. Still,
she encouraged him. She did kiss you, I owe you one for that.
She joined him in another shot of tequila, then drifted off to the dance floor. She had no problem finding partners.
Alex had another shot of tequila, and maybe a few more after that. When the party wound down he made his way home in the wee hours of the morning. Cathy had remained behind with Glen, Allison and Terrie and Jack had disappeared hours before, so he was alone as he fumbled through the gate and back to his room.
He was drunk and horny as he started up his computer and entered Ophelia's name into the Master Control Program.
Clicking to show the context he saw that she was asleep, or perhaps passed out, in bed with Jean, both wearing the same clothes they'd had on at the party. Alex clicked the context away, to look at Ophelia's naked body. Lustful thoughts sent surges of blood to his penis, memories of her kiss and and the brief, erratic erotic touches of her body against his while they'd danced spurred his penis to full erection. Recollection of her subsequent dismissal spurred feelings of frustration and resentment.
He began to make more changes to her mind, altering her feelings and sexuality. He called up the help function, and enabled spoken input. Drunk as he was, he was uncertain of his ability to format the commands properly. The help function, he knew, would interpret his commands according to his intent and act to fulfill his desires. Make Ophelia lust for my cock,
he said. Make her have fantasies about sex with me, tinged with a subconscious awareness of just how great the feeling of my cock in her pussy will feel.
Done.
the help function replied. Changes to the subject's psychology will begin to manifest immediately.
Then he carefully increased her overall horniness to three times the normal level. There,
Alex thought to himself, that ought to bring her around.
Vision blurring he turned off his computer and went to sleep.
The next afternoon, after waking up and imbibing enough liquids to temper his hangover, Alex called up Ophelia on the Master Control Program and reviewed the changes he had made to her. He felt slightly ashamed at what he'd done the night before, but didn't choose to modify those commands. After all, Ophelia obviously had enough strength of character to resist him so far. That fact alone increased his respect and desire for her.
Monday evening his heart leaped when Ophelia stopped by to speak with Cathy. It crashed, ten minutes later, when she left again without even speaking to him.
Alex was horny and unfulfilled. Frustrated and vengeful, he called upon the Master Control Program to make an additional change to her body and mind. He knew that her resistance was a temporary thing; eventually he would bed her. But when he did, now the sensation of his penis entering her vagina would inspire an instant orgasm. The mere act of penetration would inspire helpless ecstasy. Every time.
He had already used the program to control her mind so that she'd have fantasies about sex with him. Now he went deeper. From now on, alone or with anyone but himself, she would be unable to achieve orgasm unless she was fantasizing about the sensation of his cock in her pussy. So much for her lesbianism.
Alex clicked the Send
button with a sexual thrill and a feeling of deep satisfaction. That ought to do it,
he thought to himself, and if it doesn't, well, the Master Control Program can always do more.
Then he went to the phone to call Stephanie. He felt incredibly horny, and his throbbing hard erection insisted that he do something about it.
His changes to Ophelia had definitely affected her. The next week she returned to their house, she blushed and stammered when he greeted her at the gate — hopefully she was reminded of some satisfying orgasm while imagining sex with him, fantasizing about his penis inside her. She quickly went indoors to Cathy's room, because the rain was falling heavily. Alex played video games, horny but patient, while Ophelia and Cathy discussed their Atrocity project. When Ophelia emerged from Cathy's room she came to stand in the living room.
Uh, Alex?
she asked.
He paused the game and put down the controller. He stood, and was careful to keep his eyes on her face, while remaining aware of the gorgeous length of her body, masked as it was by loose clothing. Hi Ophelia.
He resisted the urge to look at her breasts, to see if her nipples were erect through sheer proximity to himself. He knew they were, even as he told himself that her clothes were too bulky to see anything anyway. What can I do for you?
Well, Cathy said you took Freshner's class on Usability Theory last year?
Yes I did. He's a bore, it's mostly common sense.
Anyway I was wondering if you still had the textbook, if I could borrow it?
Sure.
Alex felt a sexual thrill in his belly. It's in my room. Come on.
She followed him. When they reached his room, Alex shut the door behind them, and she did not protest. She stood there, watching him, silent and looking confused.
He picked the book from a shelf and handed it to her. He made a point of standing a bit too close to her, close enough smell her hair, still damp from the downpour. She did not protest, or move away. Not immediately. But once she took the book in her hands she stepped away from him, her face a confusing mixture of expressions.
Look, Alex,
she said.
Yes?
I realize things are a bit strange between us after that party. When we kissed.
I understand. You're hot for me.
Yes. No! I mean… yes I find you attractive but I have to tell you I'm just not into guys. I like sex with girls. It's just the way things are.
Did you like kissing me?
Ummm. Yes. It was… nice. Very nice.
I liked it too.
Alex stepped close to her again. Would you like to try another?
No!
She pushed him away from her, or tried to. Alex stiffened his body to hold himself against her protesting hands — the textbook and her free hand pressed against his chest. I have to go. We shouldn't…
Whatever she'd been saying was lost when Alex pushed his face forward into the halo of her hair and then his lips pressed against hers. Her arms trembled, held still, then circled around him and pulled their bodies together.
She kissed him back, sighing as an unrecognized desire was suddenly fulfilled. Emboldened Alex kissed her deeper, wrapping his hands around her and pulling her body against his. The book fell to the floor as her arms circled his torso in a passionate hug. Her lips parted before his tongue, allowing him into her mouth.
Soon Alex's hands found her breasts and buttocks, rubbing and massaging though her clothes. He took one of her hands in his and guided it between their bodies, placing it against his crotch. She whimpered into his mouth as her fingers stroked the long bulge in his trousers, feeling its length and girth.
Alex's hands went to the buttons of her shirt, undoing them, and eagerly exploring the feel of her warm, bare torso, fingers stroking her back and belly, dancing upwards to tease the fabric of her bra. With one hand he undid the straps, then she shrugged her body away from his long enough to shed her upper garments. Then Ophelia lunged forward to kiss him again, but now his hand was able to caress her bare breasts.
The other went to her waistband, tugging and sliding until her slacks, and then her panties joined her shirt on the floor. Naked, she fell onto his bed, pulling Alex after her.
She stripped his clothing, throwing it away to join hers on the floor. Her hands reached for his cock, his hands began to make gentle strokes against the join of her legs. They lay against each other, kissing and rubbing and stroking. His finger entered her, and she rolled onto her back and spread her legs.
Accepting her invitation, Alex rolled on top of her, squirming to line up his cock at her warm, wet entrance. As the head of his cock pushed her labia apart, Ophelia came. She gasped in pleasure, clasping Alex's body against hers. He could feel the tremors of her orgasm as he sank into her depths. He paused awhile, luxuriating in the sensation of being within the woman's orgasming pussy, her vaginal walls sucking and milking and pleasuring his cock.
He withdrew until his erection popped free, then he reached down to line it up once more. As he entered her again, Ophelia came again. Again she shouted aloud, and trembled in ecstasy as his cock filled her pussy. Alex began to fuck her, in and out in a steady rhythm. Ophelia fucked back, lifting her hips to his, clutching at him with her arms and lips and cunt. She soon came again, crying out her pleasure, and then again, thrusting and twisting and moaning as Alex fucked her. Soon she was experiencing a constant stream of orgasms, each exploding into her awareness before the previous had faded.
Alex watched the woman beneath him, her beautiful face, her dark brown eyes. She arched and thrust against him, spreading her crotch against his and allowing him into her depths. Her face was lost in rapturous pleasure, she moaned and cried as orgasm after orgasm swept her body. Her vagina pulsed and clenched his cock as he steadily thrust in and out.
Alex closed his eyes and luxuriated in the sensation of Ophelia's body beneath and against and around his own. He began to moan along with her, thrusting even harder and deeper until he exploded in orgasm. He paused, maximally impaled while he pumped and trembled in ecstasy and there were shrieks and screams and her arms and legs pulled him tight against her.
Ophelia spasmed and jerked and rolled her body with delight, loving the feeling, the feeling of a man atop her, the feeling of a cock, long and thick and hard deep between her legs, driving her to pleasure, to joy, to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. It was so, so good, the feeling of a penis, his penis, Alex's penis, within her, deep inside her body, how could she ever have thought she might want anything else?
Light exploded. Pleasure jammed itself into every nerve of her body, forced there by the rough and brutal and oh-so-welcome feeling of Alex's body on top her. Fucking her. The smell of his breath, the weight of his body, the memory of his ego and arrogance… and his cock. His wonderful, wonderful cock. The feeling of his penis deep inside her sent sparking, exploding orgasms deep into her being as Alex pushed himself against her and into her and…
She wanted it forever. Him forever. Alex. His body his loving his cock. She had to feel this way again and again and again, and Alex could give it to her, do it to her, fuck her like no girl ever could, no guy ever could, no one ever could, except Alex. Alex and his wonderful cock, which filled her pussy and blasted her brain into unimaginable pleasure forever and ever and ever…
Momentarily sated, he withdrew, and rolled to lay on his side next to Ophelia's panting, sweaty form. Eventually she turned to face him, looking flushed and confused.
Wow.
he said to her.
Oh my God.
she said softly. What just happened?
I'm not sure.
he lied.
I mean, I knew I was horny, but I've never felt so attracted to a guy before… certainly never had sex that good before.
I, uh, really enjoyed it too.
But you're a, a guy. I've never felt like this about a guy.
Alex just shrugged, figuring it was best to stay quiet.
Ophelia sighed, and rolled to rest her head on his shoulder. This is most inconvenient. I thought I'd figured out my sexuality.
Alex remained silent, stroking her hair. The feel of her slim, shapely, naked body against his was turning him on again. His penis, only partly deflated, resumed full hardness again, pressing into Ophelia's thigh. She noticed, and reached her hand down to stroke it. Hmmmm.
she murmured, and kissed him lightly. I don't suppose…?
Alex kissed her back and rolled atop her again, positioning his cock at her entrance. As he penetrated, she came instantly, her expression of surprise quickly dissolving into one of transporting pleasure. Alex held still, watching and feeling until her orgasmic throbs passed, then pulled all the way out and entered her again. Again she burst into orgasm, yelping with surprise and delight.
Alex enjoyed her ecstatic tremors, and then withdrew and reentered again, prompting another orgasm. He repeated the process, pulling out, thrusting in, again and again again. The power of the Master Control Program made sure that Ophelia erupted into sexual ecstasy each and every time his glans pushed it's way between her labia.
Finally she stopped him, pulling her hips back away from his advancing cock. Wait, stop.
She said. This time I… Uhh, ohhhh….
her words trailed off as Alex entered her, and she came again. She fought to keep talking, hands on his buttocks holding him inside her. I love to feel you enter me.
she said. But now I just want you to fuck me!
Alex was happy to oblige, and began to happily thrust away into the gorgeous, horny, former lesbian.
Cathy had felt a mischievous thrill when she told Ophelia to ask her cousin about computer interface design. She knew that Alex thought Ophelia was incredibly sexy; smouldering hot
in his own words, according to Allison. She'd had a front-row view when he persuaded her to kiss him at the party. Alex had seemed a bit full of himself lately, what with bedding both Dorothy and Stephanie. And somehow he'd managed to keep those two from learning about each other, or, worse, they knew and didn't care. The ultimate male fantasy.
But, lust for her as he might, Alex would encounter only frustration with Ophelia. Thus the smug pleasure she felt when she directed Ophelia to question Alex about the design of their project's web site.
Still, ten minutes later she realized she hadn't heard the front gate. Cathy decided to make her way over to Alex's open window again. No. Fucking. Way.
she whispered to herself when she heard telltale female moans and cries. Rain falling all around she stepped up into the tree and looked into Alex's room.
There they were, naked on Alex's bed. Alex was vigorously humping away. Ophelia was enthusiastically humping back, her face an expression of pure delight as she moaned and clutched at Alex.
Cathy jumped down from the tree and went back to her room, heart beating fast. How was this possible? Ophelia, femme as she might appear, was the campus's most open and political lesbian. And yet there she was, fucking her cousin Alex like, well, like Dorothy.
She felt a chill. Had Alex done something to her? Had he hypnotized her? Drugged her with an aphrodisiac maybe? She had always thought that such things were impossible, but it would also explain Alex's sudden, surprising affairs with Dorothy and Stephanie.
If she opened her own window and listened carefully, she could hear Ophelia's cries of passion over the constant patter of rain. They continued late into the night, until she herself finally managed to fall asleep.
When Cathy got up the next morning, Ophelia had already left. She wondered if perhaps it had been a dream… but couldn't bring herself to believe it. Feeling a bit nervous, she decided she had to confront Alex.
What are you doing to them?
she asked him.
Who?
he asked, looking puzzled.
Dorothy. Stephanie. Ophelia?
He reddened. Oh. Well, you know, the usual, ah, stuff. Sex. Sexual intercourse.
I know that. How? Why are all these girls suddenly jumping into bed with you? Ophelia is a hard core lesbian!
Hey I was surprised too. Kind of. I mean, at the party I thought she was a little too much into the kiss to be total lesbian. So I kissed her again in my room and, well, it sort of happened.
Just like with Stephanie, huh?
Why? What do you think I'm doing to them?
I don't know. Drugs maybe? Hypnotism?
You know as well as I do that those things don't work like that. Why don't you ask them… I'd like to know what they say myself.
Cathy calmed down as she thought things through. Well how do you explain it then? You haven't had a girlfriend since Cassie dropped out, and suddenly you're sleeping with three different girls..
I don't know Cathy. Maybe I just needed time to regain some self-confidence.
Maybe.
Cathy thought some more. Could she be overreacting? It might just be coincidence. Perhaps Alex had just gotten lucky, in every sense of the expression. It just seems a bit weird to me.
Well, me too, to tell the truth.
He smiled at her with an open, honest expression. But I do like it.
She couldn't help but chuckle at the earnest delight in his face. Okay cuz,
she said, Just don't come crying to me when it blows up on you.
Cathy returned to her room. Perhaps it was just coincidence. Truth be told, her cousin was perhaps, aside from Glen, her best friend, and she should feel happy that he was getting all the sex he wanted.
Except for Ophelia, her screwing Alex was so totally unexpected. That… really was weird.