I’m not supposed to be in this room. I’m trying to be quiet but I’m taking such a risk. If they catch me in here my whole plan will be blown and there is a good chance that I’ll lose more than I can possibly imagine.
Everyone knows them on campus. Loud and partying all the time, yet each member of this frat somehow manages to pull off these incredible grades. I know they have to be cheating, I just have to find out how.
The door opens and I know him just from his sillhouette. I know it’s my nemesis and I panic and freeze. But when he comes to me he doesn’t strip away my secret. When he comes to me he has something else in mind.
After they ruined my life just for kicks, I knew I needed to do the same to them. They wouldn’t let me in their house if they knew who I was, so I became her. I’ve always been slight and femme. It didn’t take much to make me a woman.
He wants me, with his body and his soul. He craves me and I give in to him. I didn’t realize how good it could feel in his arms and I didn’t know I had it in me to do all of this. But as we press farther I know we’re inches away from exposing my secret and I’m terrified.
I knew I looked pretty, but I had no idea I would draw his eye like this. At first I went along with it out of fear that it would go too far and I would be exposed but now… Oh god I want it to go further.
Hands creeping up my legs, inching closer to exposing me.
I want all of him but I’m scared that this will be my ruin.
Can I be the woman he needs?
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Never in a million years did I expect him to kiss me.
His lips connected with mine, his arms wrapping around me to hold me and pull me into him. It felt like he was crushing me against him, his grip so firm that it almost started to hurt as he possessed me.
Possess. That was the perfect world for this. Possess and covet and desire.
He wanted me, wanted to consume me and have me and so help me I wanted it too.
That reservation, that sense that something was missing down below it didn’t exist here with him. I forgot who I was for an instant and I became a woman in full.
A woman in every possible way, embodying the form that I appeared to be. This new woman didn’t have a name but she had desires and cravings and this man could satisfy those.
She only wanted a man. Only needed a man.
She didn’t have any of the tastes and appetites that were familiar to me, but the hunger she held close in her heart was ravenous.
I let him take me, kissing me and feeling my body beneath the shift of my dress. He was picking me up so easily, my slight form like a delicate reed beneath his fingers, soft and willowy and light as a feather.
I know that I should have held back, that the man within me shouldn’t have wanted this. I know that there should have been some form of protest in me but so help me I was giving myself over to this moment completely.
No longer did I give a damn about right and wrong. No longer did I care even in the slightest about should have been and would have been.
I’d never desired a man before, but in a lot of ways I wasn’t desiring one now. Because the me that I used to be wasn’t in control anymore. He was sitting this moment aside, letting his feminine half steer the ship.
The Asshole was still an asshole. I could feel it in the way that he moved, the cocky and cocksure way that he occupied this space. There was a sense of entitlement to him, like he knew that I was his reward and that he deserved me.
I let him, thrilled at the idea of letting go and letting him take the lead. I let him push me backwards deeper into his room, knowing that with each step we took it would be that much harder to come back from that.
I was heading down a dangerous path. A part of me was scared about what that presented not because I didn’t want it but because I knew there were limits.
My secret remained, and this man, this Asshole, was far too dangerous to let him know things.
But I could push the limits a little bit. I could let him push me and see how far I could go. Skirting the edges of what I knew would be allowed while keeping my secret safe and close to my heart.
He pulled back and we gasped for air. There was a tremble in my body as I felt his hands slip up my sides and onto my shoulders.
“My but you make a pretty thing,” he cooed at me, “Let’s see how well you work that cute little mouth of yours.”
Pushing me, pressing me down. His force steady but insistent. I gave in to him, slipping to my knees knowing what came next but knowing that I wanted it all the same.
My mouth was salivating at the thought of having him between my lips. Swallowing again and again as my eyes drew level with the bulge in his pants.
And once he had me on my knees he released me and his hands went to his belt, unbuckling it swiftly and purposefully before drawing down his zipper and thrusting all of his clothing off of his bottom half.
His cock bounced out, nearly slapping me in the face. It was so big and thick and it looked so fucking heavy that it actually did intimidate me. Butterflies set off in my belly but they were not borne of uncertainty.
They came from a fear that I wouldn’t be enough, that I couldn’t be enough. I was worried because I was untrained and this was all so unknown to me. I didn’t know how I could possibly satisfy a man like him, could see to his needs and make sure to please him.
I pulled back and his hand snapped out to grab my head. He held me steady and those butterflies in my stomach thrilled at the feel of him. I heard a moan escape my lips and he turned my face up to look at him as he stepped just that much closer to me.