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This story picks up where ‘Coming Clean’ left off except that it’s told from James’s point of view. I tried to make this story stand-alone so you shouldn’t feel like you have to read the others first just to enjoy this one even though they are all connected.
If you would like some of the details, allow me to try to catch you up. In the story thus far, Alice and her best friend Candice discovered a hidden entrance to a secret society of hedonists. They meet every weekend in a cavern dug deep beneath Candice’s hillside home northeast of Phoenix Arizona. The girls were initiated in a spectacular sex ritual and spent the rest of the summer exploring their sexual boundaries.
Meanwhile, James, our story teller in this tale, lost his virginity to his older sister Brittni, who had decided that she couldn’t allow her younger brother go off to college still a virgin. That particular tale was actually written by the very talented Brittni4u and can be found here: https://.com/s/turning-boys-into-men. It’s a great story, and sure to get your motor running. Don’t worry though, if incest stories aren’t your thing, there is none of that going on in this story.
A fun side note: There is a phone call between James and Alice at the end of ‘Coming Clean’ that was told from Alice’s POV. That same call occurs early in this story but this time from James’s POV.
In this tale you will find all sorts of sex-play including oral, vaginal, submission, spanking, and good-old rough fucking. It’s also a love story and one that I’ve been looking forward to telling as it finally brings James and Alice together for the first time.
Please, silence your phone, sit back and enjoy the show.
It was my first day of classes at Stanford and I was sitting by the fountain in White Memorial Plaza listening to the water cascade off the central sculpture affectionately known as The Claw. I had come up a week early to get settled and this had become my new favorite place to relax, watch the birds, and enjoy the passers-by. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, enjoying the rich fragrance of the freshly mown lawn.
I was in no particular hurry. My first class of the day was an introduction to coding, something I had become quite proficient at since building and programming my first computer back in junior high when my father refused to buy me a gaming console no matter how hard I begged.
Though my stellar scholastic record had earned me a full scholarship, I still wasn’t sure I wanted to be here. That probably sounds strange, maybe even a little cocky. I don’t mean it that way. It just seems to me that the traditional college education is becoming a relic of a bye-gone era.
Take Omar for instance, a close friend and fellow coder who has already landed an internship with a leading computer gaming giant without ever setting foot on a college campus.
Had it not been at the insistence of my beautiful and outgoing older sister Brittni, I would have never filled out the scholarship application in the first place. Her argument was that there are intangibles that can’t be experienced without a physical presence.
I hoped she was right. In the end I had decided that if nothing else it would be a great place to chase girls – um, I mean broaden my horizons in the pursuit of a better understanding of women. Ehh, who was I kidding? I wanted to get laid.
I closed my laptop and sat up when my attention was drawn by the movement of a curvaceous auburn haired beauty strolling across the wide grassy courtyard on her way to class. Her soft red curls bounced cheerily as she walked and seemed to glow in the bright morning sun.
I’m not normally attracted to redheads but there was something about this girl that caught my eye, though I couldn’t put my finger on it. My French teacher Madame Dubois called it ‘Je ne sais quoi’ – an idiom that still makes me laugh every time I hear it. Though she didn’t seem to think it was all that funny when I replied to her explanation of it with, ‘Well if you don’t know then why are you teaching it?’
Anyway this young miss had that certain something in spades. The swash of her sexy hips held my gaze until she rounded a corner and disappeared behind a building.
Suddenly, I had a reason to be in a hurry. Besides, she was headed in the same direction I needed to go to get to class. I wasn’t sure what I would do if I caught up with her, but that only mattered if I did. I slung my bag across my shoulder and tried not to run. Rounding the corner where I had lost sight of her I slowed, disappointed. She was gone.
It was just as well. I probably would have embarrassed myself if I had caught up to her anyway. Even with the tutoring Brittni had given me over the summer, I was still awkward and inexperienced when it came to making conversation with a girl, especially a pretty one. Outside of science, math, programming, and gaming I didn’t have much to talk about.
That unexpected burst of adrenaline got me to my first class early and there black snow izle were plenty of empty seats. I took one, pulled out my laptop, fired it up, and started fiddling with a troublesome subroutine from my latest video game creation.
“Is this seat taken?” The voice was so soft I almost missed it.
“Nope, it’s all yours,” I was immersed in my screen and didn’t bother looking up.
“That code looks complex. It’s not for this class is it?” I heard as the seat next to me was filled.
“Na, it’s just a little video game I’ve been . . . work . . . ing . . .” my voice caught as I looked up to see who I was talking to. My jaw dropped and I felt my face pale. I probably looked like an android that had just lost power.
“Are you OK?” she asked with concern in her voice. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
It was her. The cute red head from the plaza. My mouth was dry. I was speechless. She was gorgeous. This only happens in movies and it has never happened to me. I was sitting face-to-face with the most beautiful young woman I had ever met. Her deep green eyes seemed to glow and her soft full lips broadened into a smile.
“I’m Alice,” she said as she pulled her laptop from her bag.
“I’m . . . Uh . . . James,” I must have sounded like an idiot. Thinking fast I added, “Sorry, I was just so deep in though when you . . .”
“That’s OK,” she said as her hand reached to close her laptop. “I didn’t mean to disturb you. I can take another seat if . . . “
“No!” I interrupted more forcefully than I meant to. “I mean, please stay.” I hoped she didn’t notice the shaking of my finger as I struggled to minimize my screen. “You can interrupt me anytime.” Oh, that was cheesy I thought, wishing I was better at this.
“Well, OK then,” she smiled. “So is that really a video game you were working on?” she asked.
“Yea, it’s nothing really. Actually it’s kinda lame. I made it just for laughs.”
“What do you mean?” she asked looking interested.
“Well, it’s a first-person shooter but instead of blood and gore, when someone gets shot they let out a poof of butterflies. The more times they get shot, the greater the number of butterflies that poof out of them.”
“Can I see?”
“Sure,” I said and tapped the play icon. I quickly maneuvered my player into position and shot an NPC with my machine gun. Butterflies burst out of him forming a bright multicolored cloud that flitted playfully around his body.
“That’s hilarious,” she giggled.
“Thanks, it’s just something silly I’ve been playing around with.”
“Say . . . this is my first coding class. Would you mind helping me out if I get stuck later on?” she asked hesitantly.
“Sure!” I replied. “Give me your digits and I’ll text you back with mine.” I pulled out my cellphone and punched the numbers in as she said them. I sent her my contact card. “There, just click it to add me to your contacts. That way you can reach me anytime you have a question.”
I heard her phone ding just as the professor called the class to attention. We silenced our phones and put them away. It was official, I had just become the luckiest guy on the planet.
I don’t think I heard a word the professor said during that entire lecture. My mind was everywhere and nowhere all at once. He may as well have been speaking Russian. All I could think about was the 5 foot 2 inch, 105 pound goddess who had just asked me for my number. I’m no expert on breast size but using the fruit method, I’d say they are the size of large oranges but not quite grapefruits. Whatever they were, they looked delicious.
Ever since that day I’ve felt like I’m walking on sunshine. Yea, I know, I sound like that 80’s song. You can thank my parents for that. But song or no, the feeling was undeniable.
Sitting next to her in class made it easy to get to know each other over the following weeks. Turns out she’s a bit of a geek like me.
Alice is fascinated with machine learning and artificial intelligence. She’s always going on about correlations between how humans think and learn vs how we are learning to teach computers. The way she talked about ‘making new synaptic connections’ actually sounded erotic. I hope to learn more about that later.
I learned that she grew up in a small town outside Phoenix called Paradise Valley. It sounded nice – for a beach with no ocean. But I’ve never been there so who am I to say. As a west coast boy, he desert never had much draw for me.
She told me a about her best friend Candice. I could tell that she missed her a lot. They had known each other since they were kids and according to Alice had done everything together. The way she emphasized ‘everything’ made my imagination go wild but I decided not to press for details. I was just getting to know her after all, and didn’t want to sound like a creep.
The best part is that she’s super smart and into a lot of the same nerdy stuff I’m into which made it really easy to talk to her. Her intelligence was bling empire new york izle also the worst part because it didn’t look like she was ever going to need to use my phone number to call for my help.
We were several weeks into the quarter and I found myself starring out the window at an unusually gloomy Sunday morning sky. I was feeling bummed that Alice had never called and the foul weather wasn’t helping my mood. The forecast had been for blue skies and sunshine and I had been looking forward to getting outdoors and enjoying my first free day since school started. So I decided to give Britt a call.
My sister Brittni was like my coach, cheerleader, and mentor all wrapped up in one energetic package. There were a handful of other new people in my fledgling college social life but Alice was always tops on my list. I kept Brittni up-to-date as best as I could. I figured that as long as I was doing this college thing I may as well get the most out of it, and who better than Brittni to help navigate.
“Sup Bub?” she had called me that ever since we were kids.
“Why did the farmer have ugly bumps all over his fingers?” I asked.
“You called looking for my advice again, didn’t you?” she asked – I didn’t answer. “OK, I’ll play along, why did the farmer have ugly bumps on his fingers?
“Cause they were planter’s warts!” I said snickering despite myself.
“Oh my god James, you are so NOT funny!” she said, though I could hear her stifling a laugh. “I hope your grades are still better than your jokes.”
. . . An awkward silence filled the space . . .
“So how’s the weather down there?” I asked changing the subject. “It’s kinda grey and depressing up here.”
“You didn’t call me to inquire about the weather little bro. What’s really going on?”
“I don’t know. I’m kinda bummed. It’s been like 3 or 4 weeks since I gave Alice my number and she’s never called. I love how smart she is but I’m losing hope that she’s ever going to need my help.”
“What makes you think she had any intention of calling you in the first place?”
“Oh, thanks for the ego boost sis! I was hoping you would help me out, not deflate my ego even further. I can do that on my own, thank you very much.”
“That’s not what I meant, silly. Didn’t she give you her number first?”
“Yea but that’s just semantics. It all happened at the same time. She asked for my number so she could call me if she needed help on something from coding class.”
“Uhhhmmm . . . “I could tell by her tone that she was about to make fun of me, “so you can’t call HER because . . . why?”
“What am I supposed to say to her?” I was starting to sound like a whiny little brother but I couldn’t help myself.
“Ummm . . . “maybe you could just see if she’d like to hang out. Orrrr, maybe go . . . on a date? Girls like that sort of stuff you know – maybe you should give it a try . . .”
“Why do you have to make everything sound so simple?” I continued to whine. “So I should just call her, out of the blue, and ask her out to lunch or something?”
“Unless you have a better idea boy genius . . .” she snickered. “Anyway, give it some thought . . . kisses,” she made a smooching sound and ended the call.
I paced my room considering my options. She was right of course. What did I have to lose? The worst that could happen is that she says no.
Contemplating my conundrum, I stared out my dorm room window at the wet pavement below. The rain had stopped and the clouds were parting. Bright beams of sunshine formed between them in triumphant columns.
I found Alice’s number in my contacts list, summoned some courage, and dialed. It rang several times. I thought it was about to go to voicemail.
“Hello . . .” she answered sounding a little out of breath.
“Hey Alice. It’s James. I was wondering if you’d like to get some lunch – my treat,” I asked, trying to sound cheerful rather than desperate. “It looks like the weather is clearing so we won’t even need umbrellas,” I added.
I heard rustling in the background. I wondered if I had interrupted something. There was a long pause. I was afraid she was working on an excuse.
“I’d love to James,” she replied. “Where are we going to go?”
“I’ll take you wherever you want to go little lady,” I offered, hoping to sound confident but probably sounding like a dork.
Another pause. I hated the suspense.
“Do you like sushi?” she asked.
“I love sushi,” I replied, relieved that the answer was yes. “How about if I grab take-out from Kikka and we meet at Lake Lag for a picnic and a stroll?”
“That sounds perfect. It’s almost like you were reading my mind James,” she replied sweetly. “Give me about an hour and I’ll meet you there. I’ve been so lazy this morning that I haven’t even showered or brushed my teeth,” she giggled. “I wouldn’t want to scare you off with morning breath and bed hair.”
“It would take a lot more than messy hair bollywed izle and bad breath to scare me off Alice. You’re way too beau . . . uuuh,” my breath caught as I realized what I was about to say. I didn’t want to spoil my chances with her before they started.
“What? I’m sorry, you trailed off.”
“Nothing, see you in an hour.”
‘This is awesome!’ my mind did a little victory dance. Alice, the sexiest nerd I had ever met was going to lunch with me. Thankfully getting ready, picking up the sushi, and getting over to the lake in under 60 minutes kept me busy and the time flew by.
We sat side-by-side at a little picnic table under a tree and enjoyed lunch and each other’s company. She had her hair pulled back in a thick ponytail that bobbed as she talked. She was all smiles and giggles and her emerald eyes sparkled every time she looked at me. She was wearing a loose white cotton blouse that clung to her firm breasts in the breeze. I was dying for a peek at her firm ass in her skin tight yoga pants but sitting at the picnic table didn’t make it easy.
Though there were plenty of other people around the lake with us, she made me feel like I was the only person in the world. And honestly, in that moment, she was definitely the only person in mine.
We finished our lunch and I took her hand as we strolled. She intertwined her small fingers in mine. It was nice.
The air was fresh from the rain and the surface of the little lake was smooth like a mirror, reflecting images of stray clouds billowing overhead. Birds chirped and fluttered by as we walked. It was like one of those cheesy romantic scenes from a chick-flick us guys are supposed to detest. I was elated to be in it.
I walked her back to her dorm, happy for the afternoon we had spent together and sad that it was about to end.
“Thank you for lunch,” she said looking up at me as her body turned to meet mine.
“The pleasure was all mine,” I said, leaning forward, meaning every word. “See you tomorrow?” I asked as I bent to kiss her, hoping this was the right moment.
She raised up on her toes to meet me and pressed her soft lips to mine.
“Sure . . . unless . . .” she paused.
“Would you like to come up and see my room? Maybe you could help me with a little coding problem I’ve been struggling with,” she offered meekly.
“Absolutely, I thought you’d never ask,” I replied trying to hide the swelling in my pants.
She smiled mischievously and turned, pulling me along behind her with more force than I expected from such a small frame. I loved the way her tight shapely ass swayed, finally getting a chance to appreciate it as I followed. I had only managed a brief glimpse as we strolled hand-in-hand that afternoon. It was magnificent.
She pulled me through the door and locked it behind us turning her body to meet mine like she had done outside only moments ago.
“Didn’t you want me to take a look at your computer?” I asked stupidly.
“Not really,” she replied with a smile.
“You don’t have a coding problem for me, do you?” I asked pulling her close.
“What would you do if I didn’t?” she asked like a little girl caught in a fib.
“I suppose you would need to be punished,” I said, trying to keep up. This was moving fast but I wasn’t going to complain. “Do you need to be punished little girl?” I asked hoping I was doing this right.
“Yes,” she whispered. “More than you know.”
“What type of punishment do you suppose would be fitting this little deception?” I asked getting into the role.
She made a half turn, bringing her ass across my crotch and looked back at me. “I suppose I would probably deserve a spanking for tricking you like that,” she offered shyly.
“Yes, I suppose you would,” I said, reaching down and stroking her firm round ass for the first time. It was heavenly. Until now, I had only dreamed that I might one day be able to touch it. I could scarcely believe that I was about to spank it. I wasn’t sure how I felt about the whole idea but my raging hard-on had no doubts.
I gave each of her shapely butt cheeks a playful spank. Taking a firm grip at the base of her ponytail I gently turned her ear to my mouth and said, “Are you going to be a good girl now?”
“Probably not with spankings like those,” she snickered. “You hit like a girl.”
“I’m starting to think you like being spanked,” I said trying to sound more confident than I was.
“Maybe just a little,” she smiled and turned her head to kiss me.
“Get over to the desk little girl. Spread your legs and lay across it,” I commanded.
She followed my direction without hesitation. While she moved into position I quickly reached into my shorts and adjusted my awkwardly positioned boner before it caused permanent damage. Note to self – always be prepared for spontaneous erections around Alice.
I moved up behind her and stroked her ass again admiring its firm perfection, each cheek fit nicely in the span of my hand. Tracing the outline of her firm buttocks it seemed at first she wasn’t wearing any underwear. But, as my hands roamed across the top of her ass I found the ridge of her thong rising from her little crack before disappearing under the wide spandex waistband. I smiled wondering what color it was, and hoped I might find out.
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