Sisterhood of Sin 18 The Entrapped Man
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The Meeting
One of the best parts of life is the unexpected. This is a story of the unplanned, unforeseen and unanticipated.
Let's skip the formalities and cut to the chase. I'm not the monogamous type of guy. I like having sex. I want to get laid early and often with as many different girls as possible. The idea of "variety is the spice of life" is appealing to me, but it's not as simple as picking up a loaf of bread at the grocery store.
The sad truth is, my aspirations were more fantasy than reality until the day I met Nicole.
Nicole was a perky girl and nothing about her said, 'sex'. She was a doll, somewhere between cute and adorable. Nicole's face was a ten for those keeping score. Her body was petite. She stood five feet two and like in the song, "But, oh, what those five foot could do." What she 'could do' was something that would be realized later.
When we first met, I mistook her for a girl younger than her eighteen years. Even her personality was giddy, like that of a schoolgirl who would rather play hide-and-seek than have sex. It turned out to be a false impression. As is often said, "You can't tell a book by the cover."
We met at a church bazaar. I was not among the faithful. My summer job was an environmental engineer, a custodian, in other words, a janitor. I was supposed to be available at the bazaar whenever an 'engineer' was needed. A lot of time was just hanging around doing nothing. Doing nothing at twenty dollars an hour was just fine with me.
Nicole was at a table with her mom selling some kind of craft. She was talking to a kid that looked to be high school age. He was asking her about college.
I listened more closely because it didn't make sense for her to be discussing college at her age. College for her appeared to be light years away. Apparently not because Nicole told the boy she had been accepted at several schools. She couldn't make up her mind whether to choose Duke or Stanford.
Duke or Stanford? Hey, less than 5% get accepted to Stanford, and you need at least a 4.0 GPA. It's easier to get into Harvard! Anyway, I had to find out more about this darling of a girl.
It might have been too impulsive, but I introduced myself after the boy left. I told her I was a senior at Duke and would be glad to answer her questions if she was still undecided. There was no need to ask her name because her mom said, "Nicole, enough socializing. I need your help here."
Nicole smiled and said, "Actually, I'm still undecided and have a couple of questions. Could we talk later. The bazaar ends in an hour. We could meet then.
"Well, I'll working here until six, so maybe we can catch up later."
"Fine," she said. "Text me when you are available." Then she gave me her number.
The next day I sent her a text message suggesting we go out for pizza at eight that night. She said that would work for her and to meet her at the church. We went to Uncle Jake's Pizza, a local joint where high school kids meet, more to socialize than eat the mediocre food. This was summer and the place was unusually quiet. The kids were either away on vacation or at the beach.
We were the only ones at Jake's except for a scowling high school girl pretending to be our waitress. The owner, Jake, was in the back making pizzas for several carry-out orders. The atmosphere was perfect for a conversation.
We ordered a thin crust pepperoni with double cheese and mushrooms. I had a beer. She had Coke Zero. The conversation went like this:
"Kurt, how is it that you chose Duke?"
"It was a pretty easy choice, Nicole. My dad went there, and I got a sports scholarship. I'm on the Lacrosse team."
"Were you on the team when some of your players were arrested for gang banging a girl on campus?"
"Oh come on Nicole. First of all, she wasn't just any college coed. She was a stripper and a prostitute."
"So you think it was alright because she was a prostitute."
I didn't say that. The woman made it all up. Her story was totally fake. They were completey innocent and the judge dropped the charges. Anyway, that was ten years ago, five years before I got there."
"I see. So Duke players don't want sex."
"Wait, now you are making up stories. Look, I came here to answer your questions, not get into an argument about the past."
"Well, Kurt, the past is important to me. I want to go to a safe school. The dorms are coed, right? That makes it risky for a girl when guys get drunk and horny."
"Nicole, Duke is safe. Let's say we start all over again. How soon will you be going to college?"
"After graduation at the end of my senior year."
"Of course. When is that?"
"I'll be a senior this fall, so it's less than a year away."
Our conversation continued in a more casual way with no more clashes or recriminations. I found her to be charming and incredibly smart. There was no doubt in my mind that Nicole would do well at either Duke or Stanford. I told her that she would be such a terrific addition to the student body at Duke, and wished she would choose to wear the Blue Devil colors.
After finishing the pizza, we shook hands and went our separate ways.
That could have been the end of it. It wasn't. An idea surfaced as I was vacuuming the sanctuary at church. I thought, why not give her a Blue Devil sweatshirt as a little incentive? I had one in my drawer that was bought for my sister, but she decided to go to North Carolina. The sweatshirt would not be welcome in Tar Heel country.
My text to Nicole was simple. It read, "Got something you might like. Let's meet."
She didn't text back right away. I just assumed she had decided on Stanford, or I had offended her. Three days later she sent a reply. "Been busy, sorry. What is it?"
"Can't say. It's a surprise. I'll meet you at the church on Tuesday at four."
She suggested meeting at her home and gave me the time and address. The time seemed odd. I didn't ask.
The Lockout
I pulled up to the address around ten thirty Tuesday night. There were four cars parked in the driveway. Either her family was very fond of cars, or better yet, a party was in progress. That would account for the later time.
I rang the doorbell and eventually a girl decorated with tattoos and a nose ring answered the door. "I'm here to see Nicole," I said.
"Do you have an appointment?"
"Appointment? You're kidding. I just wanted to give her this," and I pointed to the package I held.
"What's your name?"
"George Washington"
"That's not funny. Are you a cop?"
"I'm not a cop. Tell Nicole that Kurt is here."
"Wait here. I'll see if Nicole is available."
As I waited, it was obvious there was no party. In fact, the place didn't exactly look like someone permanently lived there. I'd say it resembled a rental, even a bit spooky. The room that I could see from the doorway was sparsely furnished with a minimum of furniture. The lighting was muted and the shades were pulled. Music played softly in the background along with indistinct voices coming from the upper floor.
Nicole arrived several minutes later dressed in short shorts and an oversize t-shirt. She wore no shoes, little or no make-up and her hair was tied into a ponytail. Nicole looked like a different girl from the one I had met the other day. She now looked provocative, radiating sex. This was not the Nicole from church.
"Oh hi," she said. "It's Kurt from Duke, right?"
"Yes and you are Rey from Jakku," in an effort to be humorous.
"Are you one of those Star Wars crazies, or what?" As I mentioned, Nicole is smart. She had quickly caught onto my Star Wars reference. She wasn't amused.
"I'm here to bring you this," and handed her the box.
"What's this?" she asked with a touch of sarcasm.
"It's for you."
"Oh, so you brought me a present. How sweet." More sarcasm.
"Look Kurt, my girlfriends and I are having an overnight. Maybe you can come back another time."
"Sure," I replied amiably, covering up my disappointment. "Let me know what you think of the souvenir I brought."
"I suppose it's a Hans Solo blaster," she quipped. Apparently, that was her attempt at being funny.
I chuckled and said, "No, Nicole. It's safe."
At that, I turned and walked to my car thinking, Boy, that was strange. I'm not going to hear from that bitch again.
That assumption turned out to be too pessimistic. At times, serendipity intervenes in a person's life, and that is what came next.
The Setup
Thursday afternoon, five days after the lockout at Nicole's, she showed up at church. Nicole said she was there to pick up some materials for her mom's bible study group. Maybe that was true although Nicole had to go out of her way to find me hiding in the janitor's closet.
"Hi," she said with a smile. She was back to her girlish disposition. "I had to tell you that sweatshirt is really great. Thanks. Maybe I can return the favor tomorrow night. Are your free? I want to show you something."
"Look, I don't think that would be a good idea."
"Why not?" She had noticed the scowl on my face. "Hey, I'm sorry about the other night. My girlfriends had invited some guys over, and they get a little nervous when strangers are at the door. I just couldn't let you inside."
"What's the deal? Were they high on drugs or somethin?"
"Yeah, something like that. Anyway, they won't be there tomorrow. We can be alone, and I have something to show you. How about around nine?"
Nicole was insistent and I was curious. "Same place?" I asked.
"Yep. See you there?" she asked.
"Sure," I replied with a fair amount of trepidation.
All day Friday my thoughts went back to the earlier night when Nicole nearly shut the door in my face. And I had questions like why did I need an appointment and what was really going on in that house? I wasn't into drugs so if it was a crack house, I wanted no part of it. The thought of that made me nervous. My intention was to make it a short night in the event things got dicey.
There were no cars parked in the driveway Friday night. A couple of windows had their drapes open and the motion sensor flicked the light on over the doorway. I rang the bell. A female voice said, "Come in. The door is open."
Inside, the furniture was sparse like before. There was a stairway leading to upstairs bedrooms and the light came from the kitchen. Nicole was pouring two glasses of wine.
"You drink wine, right?
I nodded yes.
"I like Chardonnay. Is that okay?"
"That's fine." All I could do was stare at Nicole. She was wearing the Duke sweatshirt I had given her. It was way too big on her diminutive body. The collar was so large it hung over her neck revealing a little cleavage and long enough to barely cover her tush. She had rolled up the sleeves to keep her hands free. Nicole looked so incredibly sexy. It was the last thing I had on my mind when bringing her the sweatshirt. "So that's what you wanted to show me. You look terrific, Nicole!. It fits perfectly."
She giggled catching on to my joke and handing me a glass of wine. "So you like it?"
Taking the glass I said, "I love it!"
"Well, that's not all," she said with a wink. "What I really wanted to show you was this," and she raised the sweatshirt to her waist revealing a perfectly shaved pussy. "Do you love that too?" pointing to her plump ripe snatch.
I almost coughed up the wine. "Oh sweet Jesus, Nicole. Holly shit," I added.
"Would you like to see more?"
I totally wasn't prepared for this but squeaked out, "Of course."
Nicole took another sip of wine, then pulled the sweatshirt over her head letting it fall to the floor.
Although she was vertically challenged, her breasts were deceptively large for her size. They weren't too big and they weren't too small. They were the perfect shape, perky and firm. Nicole's pink puffy nipples made a nice contrast to her milky white skin. They begged to be sucked, and I was more than anxious to comply.
"I told you, Kurt, I wanted to return the favor. Are you beginning to understand?"
I poured myself a second glass of wine and walked behind her. Pushing her long blond hair aside, I gave her a kiss on the neck and whispered, "When do we start?"
She turned to face me and said, "Now."
The Favor
Nicole took my hand and led me upstairs to a room with a lamp sitting on a bedside table next to a kingsize bed. That was the extent of the furniture. The bed was drawn with pink sheets as if it had anticipated our arrival. The light was only bright enough to illuminate her body. She wasn't shy about undressing me. Before slipping between the sheets, she had dropped to her knees taking my cock in her mouth.
I stood there looking down at this doll of a girl sucking my dick into a rigid erection. It didn't take long for it to get there.
"Oooh, Kurt. I hoped you were big like this. The last guy I had just couldn't," then she abruptly stopped. "Anyway, I'm so excited to be with a hunk like you."
She reached inside the bedside table pulling out several packs of condoms. She gave me a sultry grin and said, "We're going to need these tonight, maybe all of them." Then she ripped open the package and expertly rolled it on my eager staff.
I lifted her onto the bed and laid beside her sucking and nibbling her succulent tits. After some basic foreplay, she reached over to the table and took a lollipop from the drawer. She began sucking on it, seductively sliding it in and out of her mouth. Nicole looked so innocent, like a girl in a candy store licking her sucker. The sight of her drove me wild.
Nicole said, "Here, you suck on it for a little while." She handed it to me. It was wild cherry flavored. A moment later she said, "I have a little trick to show you."
She took it out of my mouth and began massaging her pussy lips with it. Her cunt glistened when she spread her legs wide inviting me to enjoy her sweetness. I had never tasted a cherry flavored pussy before, hoping it wouldn't be the last time.
She was dripping wet as I drank from the fountain of youth. My two fingers slipped into her easily. She was no virgin. She was so tight I wondered if the larger part of my anatomy would fit. Finally I had enough foreplay. She was eager, wet and willing when I began to penetrate her. It took a second try before my thick joystick fit into the recesses of her narrow love tunnel.
Every stroke in her tight pussy built more and more pressure in my aching loins. My head was buzzing. I couldn't hold it. I wanted to but I couldn't. I needed release. All at once, cum poured out of me like from a fire hose. Feeling my spasms and realizing I was cumming, she pushed her hips up against me. She wanted me all the way in, up to the hilt, every inch of me.
I stayed inside of her until my erection began to soften, then I kissed her passionately.
"You were good, Kurt, but you were a little early. I needed more time. We'll try it again when you are ready."
"Yeah, give me a few minutes."
We drank more wine. I asked her about the house. "This isn't where your parents live, is it?"
"No silly. This is my brother's place."
"So where is your brother?"
"He has a three year lease on the place. A few months after he signed the lease, his company transferred him. He couldn't get out of the lease. His company pays the rent. So he gave me the keys and said to use it whenever I needed to chill and get away from the bible belt. You know my parents are very religious."
"Yeah, I figured that. So you and your girlfriends use it to party."
"Sort of. Look, I'll tell you more later."
After we exchanged small talk for half an hour, she turned over on all fours with her butt in the air. "Do me doggy this time, Kurt."
Nicole had the cutest, tightest ass you ever could imagine. I had regained my strength and was hard enough to enter her from the back. It was obvious that she liked this position more than before when we fucked missionary. This time Nicole was very active. She was working my cock in and out like it was her own personal sex toy. She swung back and forth on my rod gaining momentum each time, moaning and crying out as she satisfied herself.
I let her enjoy the moment until I grabbed her incredible ass holding her tightly, then ramming into her sweet pussy. I pounded into her hard, then harder, lasting longer than before. Eventually, I erupted with streams of hot cum deep inside her slippery cunt.
"Oh my god, Kurt," she yelled. "You didn't wear a condom. You came inside me. Oh my god. Oh my god," Nicole repeated several times. She was clearly in a panic.
"Doesn't your boyfriend cum inside you, Nicole?"
"First of all, I don't have a boyfriend," emphasizing 'a' making it clear she didn't have one boyfriend. "Second, it's never happened before."
"You've had guys go bareback before, right?"
"Yes, but they always pull out. You didn't pull out, idiot."
"I thought you were protected."
"Well, if I get pregnant, you're gonna be a proud daddy"
From then on she called me 'Daddy'.
We slept together until dawn. In the morning, she sucked my cock into a rigid erection for her to ride cowgirl through a half dozen mini orgasms. I came hard when we simultaneously climaxed with hurricane like releases. She collapsed in my arms.
"That was great, Daddy. I kind of like feeling your cum shooting up my cunny. I could get used to that."
"So why was it okay this time?"
"Because you already got me pregnant last night. Once it's done, it's done. There isn't a do-over once you plant the seed."
I smiled and said, "I hope it doesn't come to that."
I was on pins and needles during the next three weeks waiting for the call. It didn't come. Apparently I didn't catch her at the right time or maybe I did. It all depends how a person looks at these things. She wasn't pregnant after all.
The summer was moving ahead quickly. It was already the Fourth of July, and I had sent Nicole several unanswered texts. Apparently our night together was a classic one night stand.
Nicole has more in mind for Kurt in Part Two
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