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Part One: Oli is seducedWe were sitting in class the first time I noticed Rebecca.* The bright, early fall sun was streaming through one of the opened windows in the lecture hall.* Professor Wynn was droning on as he usually did, about some ancient Babylonian tablet or other, and it was unseasonably warm.Even though there were windows open, it was stuffy in the hall.* It was the kind of oppressive atmosphere that makes you feel that everyone else is stealing your precious oxygen.* Despite the stifling nature of the room, the bright sunlight coming through one of the high windows was catching Rebecca?s flaming auburn hair, making it seem as if her head was on fire.*Little dust motes were floating in the barely moving air, catching the light and shining brightly, making it seem as if a thousand fireflies were happily dancing about her head. *I couldn?t help myself from constantly glancing over in her direction, the sight was entirely captivating to me.*My eyes traced the long, copper-coloured locks cascading down over Rebecca?s shoulders and down her back.* At that moment, she must have sensed my hungry, lust-filled gaze falling upon her.* She looked up from her textbook and locked eyes with me, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her perfectly plump lips.*Hurriedly, I averted my gaze and looked down into my own book.* I could feel the redness blooming in my cheeks.* I was suddenly embarrassed by both the fact that I?d been discovered in my observations, and the raw and primal nature of the thoughts that had been running through my head unchecked. **I also became conscious that my Levi?s were becoming uncomfortably tight around the button fasteners.*I needed a distraction?anything.* Had Professor Wynn stopped talking?* I couldn?t be certain.* I raised my hand, gambling that I was posing my question in a natural pause in the lecture.* The Professor looked up and I was graciously granted permission to ask my asinine question about just how Mesopotamia managed to rise to power so quickly, considering that it was primarily a religious and cultural hub for the population of a backwater, barely coping village.*Just before the Professor pierced me with one of those glances for asking the most obtuse of questions, the kind of withering gaze that educators delight in using on students, to fervently make them wish that they had access to time travel, I heard a muffled chuckle from Rebecca?s direction.* I tried to look around casually, trying (and failing) to be nonchalant, when I caught her winking at me slowly.*I had to do a double-take.* Surely, my panic was making me see things.* My psyche must be protecting my brain from the withering torrent of disdain that would surely be coming my way from the Professor, making me hallucinate.* I looked away, then back to her beautiful face once again. No, I was not mistaken, Rebecca was winking at me.* I was dumbstruck.I don?t consider myself to be anything special to look at by any standard.* I?m slightly above average height at five feet ten inches with short dark brown hair, brown eyes and reasonably well-muscled and in shape due to playing basketball.* I?m not even Captain of the team. Upon reflection, 'average' would be the perfect adjective to describe just about everything about me.** So why on Earth then, would someone like Rebecca possibly be interested in me?* To my mind, there were far more handsome and athletic subjects to pursue amongst the student body.*I took my licks from the Professor and went back to my books.* When he?d finished his grumbling about ?students not keeping up with the class.? *I heard Rebecca mutter something under her breath.*Initially, I couldn?t quite make it out, so I didn?t react.* After a while, when I hadn?t responded, she said it again, a little louder this time.* It was her cell number.** Rebecca was watching me intently as I wrote it down in the margin of my notebook and then she whispered, ?Text me,?* Never in the history of? anything, had two words set someone?s world ablaze as these two simple syllables had mine.I wasn?t aware at the time, clearly, but it was at this very moment that my life would be irrevocably changed, forever.* I was utterly perplexed.* Rebecca of all people?she was interested in me?** One of the most beautiful girls I?d seen in my twenty years, and to be clear, certainly the most beautiful on campus.* Could this be for real?*?Naaah,? I thought to myself.* Since I?d made the move from the backwater nowhere of McCall, Idaho to New Haven, Connecticut, and my scholarship at Yale, I?d always seemed to strike out whenever I?d asked out any of the girls that I was attracted to. *I wasn?t ?interesting? enough, not ?popular? enough, not ?rich? enough?* The other side of this coin was that several times I had been approached by various young ladies on campus and invited to parties or other social gatherings and had been made the punchline for some heinous, but ultimately harmless and in some instances, quite amusing student prank or other.* To say that I was suspicious of her motivations would have been an understatement.*At that moment, Professor Wynn mercifully dismissed the class.* The class collectively gathered up their belongings and started to make their way to the exit.* I, however, stayed seated for a while, trying (and I suspect, failing.) to covertly watch Rebecca exit from the lecture hall.* I was transfixed by her lithe body negotiating the tiered rows of seats, long red hair flowing gracefully behind her, like some medieval heraldic banner.I returned to my dorm building directly.* Still somewhat confused.* I was fortunate in as much my intake had an odd number, and I had lucked out and had a twin room to myself.* Of course, that could change should there be a late admission, but so far, all was quiet on that front.* With the place to myself, I racked my brain for the longest time, trying to divine what nature of prank I may currently be the target of.*I lay on my bed, hands clasped behind my head and contemplated the nature of japery, but I constantly found my thoughts being pulled back to the replay of Rebecca navigating the rows of seats on her way to wherever she was going.* I must have drifted off to sleep while I was thinking about all the embarrassing things that could befall me.* I awoke with a start to find the sun was just dipping below the parapets of the main building.*I sat on the side of my bed and winced, I hadn?t noticed the late afternoon answer to morning wood, and my cock was bent at a Dikmen Escort most uncomfortable angle and was throbbing in protest.* I hastily adjusted myself, to allow a little breathing room for my little friend, then proceeded to stand, holding my phone in my hands.* I was staring blankly at the screen.* I still hadn?t texted Rebecca. *I wanted to; I must have put the phone down and picked it up a dozen times or more to start drafting a message to her.* I wandered idly over to my desk and sat.I had no clue what to say. ?Yo. Wassup?? ? No, too familiar.* I can?t send that.*?Hey, how you doin??? Too corny.* I chuckled as the image of Joey from The T.V. show 'Friends,' flashed through my mind.* His famous New York drawl and lop-sided grin were decidedly not something I could pull off, I reasoned.*?Damnit, why can?t I get this right?? I wondered aloud, frustrated that I still couldn?t shake the feeling that I was being set up for a fall.* Prime suspects were;* The number she?d given me was for a local pizza joint, or perhaps a nearby bar? Also ? in a close second place was the number for the local Strip Club ? not that I?d mind that one ? it had been more than fourteen months since my last girlfriend had split up with me.* A pair of tits being jiggled about in my face sounded good right about now.?Yeah, that?s it.* Butt of some cosmic joke.* That?s me,? I thought somewhat bitterly. *Realising that I was getting nowhere quickly, I figured that a shower was in order.* Refreshed and a little more relaxed, I set about my homework.* When I thought that I had made sufficient progress with dusty old relics, I relaxed a little and watched the basketball game on ESPN.* All the while, I constantly looked over at my phone, trying to figure out how to say hi and sound cool about it.* Eventually, I fell asleep on the sofa,* it was a deep sleep which was filled once again with vivid dreams of flowing red hair.---The next day was equally hot, if not a touch hotter.* I?d woken late and had to sprint across campus to make the lecture in time.* I crept into the hall, only a little late and hoped desperately that the Professor was too deep in communion with his morning latte to notice me skulking my way in.*Mercifully, I made it to my seat without incident.* I looked about for Rebecca and found her.* She now had her beautiful long hair tied back in a ponytail and had knotted up the blue gingham shirt at the front, showing off her impossibly slender waist.** The top two buttons of the shirt were also open, allowing her ample cleavage room to breathe.*I hadn?t realised that she had moved to be a couple of seats closer to me.* I was still preoccupied, convinced that she was to be the bait in some elaborate student prank for which I was to be the punchline.?Why didn?t you text me?* I waited up all night,? She asked in hushed tones, so as not to attract the ire of Professor Wynn.*?I swear, that man must be part bat.* How can anyone so old have such good hearing?? I thought to myself, wryly.* I turned in my chair slightly, to face her and show the respect she deserved.*?I kinda figured that it was a set-up.* Why else would the hottest girl on campus want to hang out with me??* I responded honestly, with perhaps a touch more bitterness in my voice than I would have liked.?You think I?m hot?? she asked. *There it was again, the faintest hint of a smile pulled at the corner of her generous lips and there was an accompanying sparkle in her emerald eyes, a sparkle that hinted at a mischievous side that I couldn?t have noticed in her while admiring her from afar.*I noticed also that her cheeks had flushed a little with my admission of how I regarded her.* It was a lovely shade of pink that brought out the contours of her cheekbones. *There was no denying her attractiveness.* Standing at about five feet eight in sneakers.* Pale white skin dotted here and there with freckles.* Her head was crowned with a thick, luxurious mane of bright copper-coloured hair and to top it all, those intoxicating eyes that were so green, it was almost painful to look at them for too long.?Well, I meant to say that? You?re? what?s the word??* I stumbled over myself trying to recover from my not-inconsiderable embarrassment at having just openly admitted that I thought she was hot to her face.* ?Here we go,? I thought to myself.* This is where any potential progress I could make with this woman would see me fall flat on my ass. *And once again, I would be the subject of muffled giggles and pointed fingers in the cafeteria at lunchtime as the ?cool girls? crowd all swap stories about my fumbling way of talking to girls? No, that?s not right; not girls, women.*For Rebecca?s part in my fumbling admissions, she just giggled slightly. ?Text me, so I?ve got your number at least,? she whispered, insistently.* I hesitated.*?Hurry! *Before the Professor starts the lecture,?* I was stuck. Do I text and face yet another round of ridicule, this time from my peers at university and not just my hometown college?* The decision was made for me by mother nature it seemed.* For at that moment, a slight breeze blew through the hall, allowing me to catch the faintest of hints of her perfume.* I had no idea what the name of the scent was, but the growing tightness in my jeans helped my decision along, and I was overcome with sudden confidence, a confidence I was wholly unaccustomed to.*?What the hell,? I said to myself and plugged the digits into my phone and sent the message.* All I could manage was ?Hi,?.* I heard her phone buzz and heard a small gasp escape from Rebecca?s full lips.* I hadn?t realised that her phone was pressing into her crotch and had been set to vibrate.* ?Was that an intentional thing she did?? I wondered absently to myself.* Some little naughty thrill to give herself during the day, should anyone want to contact her?* Quickly, Rebecca retrieved the phone from her front pocket, cheeks flushed red once more and read the message.* She looked at me and winked.*?I?ll text you later. ,? Was all she said.* At that moment, the Professor called the class to attention and began the lecture.* Something about keeping the integrity of archaeological dig sites secure was of the utmost importance.* I don?t think I heard a single word of what he said, past the introduction.---My phone pinged just as I was getting out of the shower.* With my hands still slick with water, I nearly dropped my phone onto the hard tiles of the bathroom.* My heart leapt into my mouth.* ?Thank Dikmen Escort Bayan God for point guards? hands,? I thought to myself.* I sat at my desk and unlocked my phone, opening the messaging app.?WYD ,? the screen glowed. Rebecca had actually texted me. ?Is this real?? I couldn?t help thinking.?Just out of the shower WBU?? I replied.?Wanna grab pizza?? Was the immediate reply.?Sure, I could eat.* Could you gimme ten?? I responded.* I quickly finished drying myself and threw on the freshly laundered clothes that I had retrieved before showering.* I was leaning more and more towards the idea that the trap was to be sprung soon.** I?d join her somewhere at a venue of her suggestion, we?d get pizza, and she?d pretend to be really into whatever I was saying.* We?d find a booth and that?s when the trap would be sprung.* Slimed and feathered in the booth with the entire campus on hand to record the moment for posterity, or some other equally heinous student prank.* Fantasies of high jinks were interrupted by the message tone of my phone.?Actually ? could you make it twenty? *Here?s my address,?* Was all the text said.* The next message to arrive, however, had a picture attachment.** I opened it, expecting to see a map with directions, or perhaps a picture of her house, for easy recognition.*I was not at all prepared for the picture that I did open. Rebecca was topless ? covering her ample curves with her left arm, taking a selfie with the phone in her right hand.* It looked like she?d just gotten out of the shower also.* Her alabaster skin was glistening with water droplets, reflecting the light from the strip light overhead.* Her beautiful red hair, now appearing as if it were a muddy brown from being wet, clung jealously to her head and shoulders.* The wall-sized mirror behind her was fogged slightly, but there was enough of a reflection visible to show that she was in fact, naked.* The curves of her hips and ass were slender and undeniably feminine, both features that are so very alluring to a red-blooded man in his prime.*The message underneath the picture read simply, ?You like???This cannot be happening,? I thought to myself.* I racked my brains once again, imagining all the scenarios that could play out to cause my eventual embarrassment and later ridicule by the student body.* None of them was good, all were humiliating, and a few were painful.?I most certainly like, very much,? I replied, still in something of a daze and exceedingly wary of her motivations.I realised that I had lost track of time, so called an Uber to take me to the address Rebecca had provided.* The driver didn?t offer any conversation on the ride over, nor did I seek to engage him in small talk.* My mind was too preoccupied.* The picture in the shower she?d sent was still open on my phone, glowing at me seductively and hypnotizing me as I gazed upon her perfection.* It gave rise again to unbidden thoughts of a decidedly lustful nature, and tightness in the jeans that were starting to become a regular occurrence when thoughts of Rebecca were in my mind.*?HEY! buddy,? The sound of the driver?s voice shocked me from my daydream.*?OH. *Yeah, sorry.* What?s up?? I asked.** Completely unaware of my surroundings and still a little startled from my reverie?We?re here,? Came his annoyed reply.*?Oh, uh, thanks,? I said, managing somehow to exit his ride with some semblance of grace as I stumbled.The house was huge.* ?I must be in the wrong place,?* I thought to myself.* It was more of a mansion, than a house.* Neatly kept flowerbeds of red rose bushes and fuchsia that was the most vibrant pink in colour were nestled snugly into rockeries dotted about an expansive, three-tiered lawn.* A dozen or so white marble steps led up to a heavy-looking wooden double door, presumably made of oak.* The large brass door knocker hung at about head height to me.* I paused briefly, gathering my composure for a moment.*?Last chance to back out and avoid embarrassment,? I thought to myself.* I reached out and swung the heavy metal knocker back, letting it make its sharp report to announce my presence.* As I did so a thought suddenly dawned on me.* ?This must be the Dean?s house,?* I looked around for the cameras, panicking.* There was a pause before the door opened.* Behind it stood an older man, his hair greying and neatly trimmed.* He was dressed in a morning coat and looked, to all intents and purposes like a Victorian butler.?May I help you, Sir??* His pleasant baritone enquired.* Not knowing quite what to do, I swallowed my heart and said that I had been invited by Rebecca and was expected.*?Very well, Sir.* If you would please accompany me,?* I followed the butler through a grand-looking foyer, past twin staircases which snaked around a large fountain which was the centrepiece of the room and off to the left to a? parlour? ? drawing room?* Whatever room it was, it was exquisitely appointed.* I was constantly on the lookout for my fellow students preparing to ambush me.?Please be seated, Sir,?* Butler guy said.* ?My name is Carter.* Should you need anything, please ring the bell,?* Carter gestured towards a sturdy, gilded rope hanging from one corner of the ceiling.?OK, thanks, um, Carter,? I said, not entirely sure of how to interact with this man, or indeed, what to make of my surroundings.?May I offer you a libation, Sir?? He enquired politely.?Sure. I?ll take a Coke,? I replied.?Very good, Sir.* At once.* Miss Smythe-Johnson will be with you presently,?* Giving an almost imperceptible bow, he turned smartly on his heel, making his exit.*?So that was her surname,? I thought absently to myself as I looked around the room.*Paintings hung from the walls, there were frescoes depicting various acts of a sexual nature, some of which were illegal in almost all the fifty states, and a couple that seemed to defy the limits of human flexibility.* I could feel that familiar tightness in my trousers beginning again upon viewing the erotic imagery.* There were several sofas arranged about the lounge, all strategically placed to allow easy viewing of the impressive collection of objet d?art. *All of the sofas were brown leather Chesterfields and there were also a couple of high wing-backed chairs in a similar style.* I perched on one of the chairs, just as the door opened and Carter arrived with my Coke on a silver platter.* It was then Rebecca chose to make her entry, just behind Carter.?Please forgive me, Miss,? Exclaimed Carter as he side-stepped to show Escort Dikmen deference and allowed Rebecca to enter the room ahead of him. There Rebecca stood, in a crimson evening gown with a plunging neckline which showed off her ample curves and an obscenely high split to more than halfway up the thigh on the left side, allowing just a hint of lacy black stocking top to peek through.* Signature flowing auburn hair was neatly arranged into a loose bun that sat at the back of her head; fixed into place with a pair of? were those chopsticks?*My breath caught in my throat.* I was speechless.* I immediately knew I?d screwed the pooch.* Here stood the most alluring woman on the planet, looking impossibly beautiful and ready for a night on the red carpet at some movie premiere, and here was I, in my best pair of jeans, varsity hoodie and grubby sneakers.?Carter, would you please fetch me a martini, extra dirty?? Rebecca was addressing the butler, but her gaze was fixed on me, I felt like I was being appraised, that Rebecca was weighing in her mind if she had perhaps made a mistake in inviting me.?At once, Miss,? came the swift, almost military response and with that, he disappeared.?I?m so glad you came.* Come, sit with me on the sofa and tell me more about yourself,? she purred.* Gesturing for me to sit alongside her by patting the cushion.* I began telling my story. *As I talked, I began to feel more at ease; it felt like I had known her for considerably longer than the two weeks that we?d been sharing old Professor Wynn?s Ancient History class in our first semester at Yale.*I started at the beginning, about growing up with no siblings to a single mom who had left her husband after finding out that he had cheated on her, and had a daughter with his lover.* I told her more and more about my younger, formative years that I thought that I would have otherwise shared with a complete stranger normally.* I just felt so completely at ease in her company.* Throughout the evening, Carter came and went with drink orders for us both with clockwork frequency, each time bringing them on his silver platter.*As any good conversation goes, I of course asked reciprocal questions, which she answered, but mostly her go-to response was ?There?s plenty of time for that later,?* as if she were committing each detail of my history to memory but was afraid to share anything about herself.* I was finding it increasingly easy to talk to Rebecca, but I kept getting distracted by the stocking top now fully visible and the soft, supple white skin above it.* I could feel myself getting more and more flustered with each glance.*It became clear to me that she knew exactly what she was doing by dressing so provocatively, and she seemed to be taking some delight in my apparent discomfort in wriggling around, trying to hide my blossoming erection. *Although in thinking about it after the fact, she never once made me feel foolish or embarrassed about this completely natural bodily function.* After what seemed like only five minutes of talking, I glanced out of the window and noticed that the sun was getting close to the horizon.* Where had the last few hours gone??I?ve had a great time, but I really should be going,?* I stood, pulling my hoodie down tight, trying to hide the bulge in my jeans.* ?I hope you enjoy wherever it is you?re off to this evening,? I continued, gesturing at her graceful attire that; at least to me, was so out of place for a first date.* I fully expected her to graciously accept my farewell and call for Carter to see me out.?I?ve had a good time too,? she replied gleefully. *?But it?s not over yet.* Come with me,?* Mischief glinting in her alluring jade eyes. She stood gracefully and offered me a hand as if she were asking me to follow her.* Once again, she winked at me. ?My balcony has the most delightful view of the sunset at this time of year,? she whispered into my ear.* She clasped my hand tightly and led me out of the room to the ornate staircase in the foyer, and then upwards toward the upper levels.---?I have a confession,? Rebecca said as she closed the bedroom door behind her.*?Here it comes,? I thought immediately.* My eyes started scanning the room, searching for places that could conceal pranksters or other devices of japery which of course, would be at my expense.* Nothing was overtly amiss, and I relaxed a little.?I?ve been watching you for the last two weeks,?* Rebecca moved closer to me, placing a hand on my shoulder, and letting it drag down my chest.* I guess that she sensed the tautness in my muscles.?Relax. I?m not going to eat you. Well, not yet at least,?* There was that impish gleam in her eyes again as she winked at me.* That glint held so much promise.* ?There is just something so deliciously innocent about you.* A raw naïveté if you will.* I just had to get to know you better,?As we were talking, we passed through the bedroom to the balcony.* The sun had just dipped below the tree line and was making the canopies of the forests of New England explode with vivid autumnal colours.* Reds and yellows dominated the vista while here and there were a few oranges and yet fewer still, dotted about were defiant green leaves, jealously holding on to the chlorophyll in their veins in a futile effort to stave off the march of time.*My hands were perched lightly on the balustrade of the balcony and the evening was still warm.* Rebecca stood directly behind me, hands on my shoulders.* Again, she must have sensed the tension in my shoulders.*?You?re so tense,?* she exclaimed.* Gently, she began to knead the flesh of my shoulders and back with her delicate, yet surprisingly strong fingers.?Holy shit,? I thought,*?Is this really happening??* I surrendered to the delicious sensation of her fingers pushing into my flesh and relieving the tension that I hadn?t even been aware of until she?d noticed it. *A few moments passed, moments that will be forever etched into my mind.*I began to turn, expecting Rebecca to take a step back, but she didn?t.* As I completed my one-eighty, I was preparing to ask her what she?d meant exactly when she said that she?d been watching me.* With no warning, she pressed her body into mine.* Rebecca had to crane her neck ever so slightly to match my height and crushed her full, red lips against mine.* Her arms were snaking around my waist, and it felt like she wasn?t about to let go any time soon.* I almost hesitated, mind frantically racing.*We were alone, in her room and she was kissing me.* I leaned into the kiss, placing my hands on her hips, wrapping my fingers around the slender waist and the small of her back.* Suddenly, I came to the realisation that this was in fact real and happening.* This was confirmed by the now painfully familiar tightness in my jeans.