My name is Heather Willis and this is the story of how in a single night, I was taken, mind, body, and soul by another man.
It was my sophomore year of college. I had been dating Ed Rainier for almost a year. He was the first real boyfriend I had ever had. In high school I dated, but I had no delusions that it was anything but dating. At that point I was more interested in the sex. With Ed though, things were different, with Ed I was happy.
I hadn't really planned on things being different with Ed. I hadn't really planned anything. I met Ed at a party and we hit things off. I was certain he would take me back to his house and we would end up in his bed. Before the night was over I was already imagining what was to come. To my surprise though nothing did happen.
Ed started calling me, we went on a few dates, and still there was no sex. By the time we were officially a couple I had made the decision. I told him that I wanted to take things slow and he agreed. If he had known just how slow I meant though I doubt he would have agreed so whole-heartedly. Ed was a true gentleman though and I honestly never felt as good as when I was him. I felt needed, and isn't that what everyone wants in the end?
I guess at this point you want to know a little about me. I'm probably the last person you should ask to do this, ask anyone that knows me I'm overly hard on myself. I guess its safe to say I'm not terrible looking. In high school I was never lacking for suitors. I was never approached for a career in modeling, and I had no interest in beauty pageants, but people loved to tell me I should try it.
I've got brown hair, I'm a little above average height (5'6"), and pale skin. My breasts are a little smaller than I would like, I'm only a 32B, and the left one is slightly bigger than the right. On the plus side though, I never have to worry about back problems. The few things I like about myself are the fact that I have an over active metabolism that means I can eat just about anything as long as I workout a few days a week. That's the only real reason for my slender legs and firm ass. I mean for the amount of junk food I eat, it's really not fair. What I consider my best attribute though, is my eyes. I have heterochromia iridum, 2 different colored eyes, my right eye is grey with a slight purplish hue, while my left eye is hazel. If you still can't picture me then just google Taryn Southern, we could be twins separated a birth. I didn't believe it when people first told me, but then I watched her Youtube videos, it's like looking in some freaky mirror.
Anyway, I was amazed at how Ed stuck my side. I took taking it slow, to another dimension. It was months before we did anything more than kiss, and all I did was allow him to touch me through my clothes. His way of making up for the lack of anything sexual was a bit odd to me. When we went to parties he would tell me to pick out a guy that I thought was hot, and then go flirt with him.
It was a game really, and the goal was simple enough. I was supposed to talk to a guy and get his number before the night was over. The only rules were easy. I couldn't get physical beyond a touch here or a bump there. At first it was thought it was really stupid, but after we tried it a few times I started to get into it. I couldn't believe how much it turned me on to have Ed watch me from across the room as I tried to seduce other men. The nights that I succeeded were some of the more passionate of my life, and I never even removed an article of clothing. It was all harmless fun, or so I thought.
I should have put a stop to things the first time Ed whispered in my ear that I was his bad girl. I really should have stopped it after he started asking me if I wanted to look more the part. Like a love sick puppy though, I went along with his plans. I guess Ed's idea of a bad girl includes a nose ring and a tramps stamp. To this day I still can't believe that I let him talk me into getting that tattoo, but I knew what absolutely certainty that he was the one.
We were both really getting into the game though. One night I let Ed take things a little further than I had intended. His hands were all over my body under my clothes. I was mere seconds from telling him to take me, when my head stopped swimming. I slowly worked my hand under the waste band of his shorts and tickled my fingers against his cock. He moaned in response.
"How about your bad girl releases your frustration a little," I asked in my sexiest voice.
I wrapped my hand around his cock and slowly started to stroke it. He was average, maybe a bit bigger than most, but I didn't care about that. I was enjoying watching his face. His eyes were rolling back in his head and starting to moan softly.
"I want you inside me big boy," I whispered in his ear.
That did the trick. His cock erupted in my hand. Over and over it spasmed in my hand, his cum running down over my fingers, and onto my hand. I waited until the last few drops came out, slid my hand out of his pants, and admired my work.
"You should lick your fingers," Ed said breathlessly.
"Eww," I said looking at him, "That's just gross!"
"Oh come on just this once," he pleaded.
"How about you lick my fingers," I said moving my hand towards his mouth and laughing.
"That's okay," he said quickly.
"Well how can you be expected to want me to swallow it when you don't even know what it tastes like," I asked.
"How about you taste it and give me a full description, that sounds like a much better plan," he fired back.
"It's gross trust me, salty and warm, and leaves a weird after taste," I said thoughtfully.
Ed was starring at me now. He knew that I hadn't always been a saint, but I never told him everything. I mean what was I supposed to do. Hey I want to wait to have sex with you but the last guy I was with I swallowed his cum and then he fucked me silly and came on my chest? I made it a point to never talk about exes with him just to avoid that kind of conversation.
Changing the subject I gave him a quick kiss and said, "I'm going to go wash my hands now."
I got to the door and thought for a moment. All I had on was a tight fitting t-shirt and my sleep shorts. Since Ed had taken off my bra, one look and you didn't have to leave much to the imagination. It was 3 in the morning though and I doubted that anyone would still be awake, plus I didn't want to wait any longer with his spunk drying on my hand.
Opening the door softly, I peered out. All the lights were out. I jogged down the hall to the bathroom and slipped in. After watching my hands and brushing my teeth I slipped out of the bathroom and started to head back to Ed's room when I saw something move out of the corner of my eye. I froze. Slowly I turned my head and saw Robert sitting on the couch. He had one eyebrow raised in confusion as he watched me try to sneak around. I gave a weak smile and a quick wave. He smiled back. That was when I realized that he was sitting there in nothing but boxers.
I knew both of Ed's roommates already. There was Jamie, the quiet guy. He was overweight and a little on the obnoxious side, but overall he was a good guy. Ed liked him because he put his enormous TV in the living room instead of keeping it for himself. I liked him because we had a lot of chemistry classes together and it was nice to have someone to study with.
