Kat Finds Beauty
Most of the time
beauty comes
from beauty. Occasionally beauty comes from ugliness.
Kat and Eric had a very ugly
beginning, but it has developed into something quite beautiful. They
had their first, and fatal, encounter when she was a 23 year-old college sophomore and he
was a 19 year-old sophomore. It was an encounter that was never intended
to go
anywhere.
Relationships always work
out best when love and lust occur at roughly the
same time. Sometimes, though, lust opens the door for love. Sometimes, it works the other way.
A relationship ought to be doomed from the start, though, when it is
devoid of
both.
Kat was a lonely, depressed young
woman. She had a hopeful spirit and tried to put on an
optimistic face, but there was no keeping her sadness at bay.
She'd been a cute kid and a pretty teen. In high school, she
had a boyfriend
with whom she was very close. Then,
when she was eighteen, Kat went through
a health crisis and suffered from nerve damage that left
her with one lazy eye, a partially paralyzed mouth, and a severe, slurring lisp, along with
reading and memory problems. It was too much for her boyfriend, and he
hit the
road.
Losing something that had been so close to
her heart, something about which she had felt such certainty and
trust, had been a major blow to Kat. She worked hard to get
herself as attractive as she could to compensate for the
shortcomings. She styled herself with bangy, bleached-blonde
hair that hung straight to her shoulders, and a lot of eye shadow,
mascara, and
lipstick. She got her body in great
shape. She had always been trim, but
she took inches off her waist while building muscle that
maintained a cute backside and shapely legs. Her chest had never been large, and it became
even smaller with the exercise, but overall, she thought she had hit the
mark of
hotness.
But then guys got bothered by her lazy eye,
or by the way her smile and her kiss were marred by her partially
paralyzed mouth. Or they got
frustrated by her confusion over forgotten things
and struggles with deep reading comprehension. If
she'd always been single, she might have more easily maintained
the romantic hope that came naturally to her. As it was, having loved so deeply, she
felt its absence strongly and it became almost impossible for her to see
a way
out.
It reached a point where she would have done
just about anything for even a moment of closeness with
someone. Even
a short break from her loneliness would
have been worth almost any price. Her
high school boyfriend was the only guy she'd ever had
sex with, but she would have put out on the spot if given the opportunity, just
to feel something other than sad. She was not proud of that, but
she accepted
it.
That's where Eric came in. Eric was
the kind of guy that people ran hot and cold on. At first he
seemed pretty average. His height, his build, his short brown
hair and unremarkable blue eyes. His quiet but not timid
personality. His Joe-on-the-street
vocabulary, and Joe-at-the-discount store wardrobe. But when
he wanted to, Eric could flip a
switch, and suddenly he had a disarming smile with one
dimple, an easy wit, and a sneaky intelligence. Some people were captivated by that side of
him. Others couldn't stand the fact they never knew what Eric they were
going to
get.
When it came to women,
though -- women that he wanted -- Eric never turned
off the switch, and he almost never got turned down. AS you might expect, he liked
it that way. It was a matter of pride for him, and he
counted on
it.
When he got turned down by two separate
women in the same day, and turned down in a big way, he was frustrated with
the universe, and desperate to vent both his anger and his pent-up sex
drive on
someone.
The collision took place in the school
library. Kat was dressed in grey tights and a fuzzy white
sweater.
Eric was in khakis and a polo.
They had seen each other around; it
was a small school. But they didn't know each other's
names, let alone anything else about each other. Eric just saw her as a girl who
would take pity sex. Kat saw him as a guy who was paying
attention to
her.
Eric made the approach. "Hey, can I ask
you a
question?"
"Sure."
"What's your
name?"
"Kat." She paused. "Was
that the
question?"
"It
was." Eric winked. "Now that I know that I can go to bed
a happy
man."
Kat
laughed.
Eric ran with it. "Because now I'll know what to call you
in my
dreams."
"That's a terrible
line," Kat
laughed.
"It made you laugh,"
Eric argued with a warm smile, "and that makes it a successful line
in my
book."
Kat looked at the floor with her good eye. "Okay, that one was
a good
line."
"What can I get
for that
line?"
"What
do you
want?"
There were a thousand positive and beautiful
things Eric could have said at
that point, even if they might have
been corny. Kat's heart raced as she
hoped for one of those things. She hadn't been flirted
with like this for over five years, and it felt so good that she knew she
would do anything just to keep it going. She hoped, though, that it
would be
beautiful.
Eric was not concerned
with being beautiful. He was concerned with
getting off and getting his rejections off his mind. He
wasn't looking for a girlfriend. He was looking for a piece of tail. "I want to
take you into one of the private study rooms and screw your brains
out, pretty
kitty."
It was not what she'd hoped
for, but it was a break from loneliness. Kat was not smiling, but
she said,
"Okay."
"Wow," Eric said, chuckling as he put his
arms around her and squeezed her butt with both hands. "You really are
easy, aren't
you?"
"I guess," she said distantly, just thrilled at the feel
of human
contact.
"Don't worry, pretty kitty, that's a good
thing. A hot little bod like yours should definitely belong to
a slut." He slid one hand
around to her front, tucked it between
her thighs and groped her through her
grey tights. They were out in the open, and anybody
could have seen, but he didn't care, and she was just too lost in the pleasure
of being desired, no matter how crudely, to notice. "A good girl would
waste that
body."
Eric led Kat to a private study room, shut
the door, and immediately began stripping. Kat followed suit,
shy about exposing her body to a guy for first time in so long, but
driven to not lose the opportunity. She stood there, arms at
her side, allowing Eric
to look her over -- but he
didn't bother. He told her to lie
on the table on her back, and then stroked his
cock to erection while looking at cell phone pics of the women who had rejected him.
Kat lay there still, the air conditioning making her shiver, as she watched
Eric beat
off.
As soon as he was hard, though, he joined
her on the table. He hooked two fingers over her lower teeth
and pulled her mouth open. He then straddled her chest on his
knees and began hammering his hardon into her mouth. It was
crude and
violent. Kat closed her lips as best
she could and tried to use her
tongue to add some excitement, but her mouth control was
neurologically hampered and could never be perfect. Mostly she let him pound the back of her
throat until it was sore from gagging and coughing up saliva back onto
her own
face.
"You've got
a good mouth on you," Eric panted. "I wasn't sure, but you're damn
good at
this."
Despite everything, Kat managed a
smile at that. Her mouth hadn't been
complimented in any way since the health problems. He was
treating her like shit, but he was complimenting her, and that took the edge off --
and being treated any way, she was sure, was better than not being
treated at
all.
"Now let me at that slutty pussy of yours,"
he growled. He pulled out of her mouth
and rolled her over. He lifted her
back end so that she was on
her knees but her face was still pressed into the
table, and then he entered her from behind. He didn't bother to warm her up at
all, and the penetration hurt badly. She bit her arm to avoid screaming
in the
library.
"Damn you're so tight!" Eric praised her. "I love your pussy, pretty
kitty. Love
it!"
As he got close to his climax though, he
made one more adjustment. "But I'm not leaving this room
without tapping that amazingly hot ass of yours."
And just like that, he stopped pounding
her vulva. In the matter of one
stroke back and one stroke in, he switched from her
sex to her tight hole. She hadn't ever given that up to anyone, and his precum
was slick but not a sufficient lube, so he had to press hard
to enter
her.
The pain was intense and her arm was
bleeding from how hard she had to bite it, but the anal stimulation
was
also intense, and when he came a
short while later, pressing himself deeply within
her, Kat experience her first anal orgasm, a high so
violent that it felt as if her brain shut down for a moment. She had not
thought she could climax without being in a sexier mood, but apparently through
anal she
could.
As soon as he was through, Eric pulled out
and wiped his cock clean on her backside. "Thanks, pretty kitty," he said.
"I needed
that."
As she lay there, face down on the table,
her body marked and ruined, Kat was
aware of the ugliness of the situation.
There had been an erotic charge, and
she had climaxed, but she knew full well that she
had just let a young man brutally use her body for nothing more than sexual release.
But she still retained her essentially hopeful nature, and she chose to look
at the
positive.
And that's when the magic
began to
happen.
Kat rolled over and sat up. She smiled her distorted smile. "I
needed that,
too."
"Huh?" Eric was a little
taken aback.
"That?"
Kat nodded, still smiling. She felt
foolish, but for the moment she wanted to embrace her
foolishness. "When you're as
lonely as I am, any contact is
good." She was talking more than she
liked to, because it called attention to her lisp, but
she kept on. "I know you never want to see me again, but you said some
nice things about my body, and you made me feel really good, even
if it
hurt."
Eric had no idea how to respond. "You're welcome,"
he said
dubiously.
"I'm just sorry I'll never get to kiss you," Kat said,
wistful not
sad.
"Oh, uh, I guess I can kiss you," Eric
mumbled, finding himself dragged along by her kind spirit. She
scooted to the edge of the table and let her legs dangle over.
He pressed his lips to hers. He was only intended a quick
kiss, but she slipped her tongue into it and the kiss became warmer
and wetter.
Kat could only really use the left
side of her lips, and her tongue
had no feeling on the right ride, but Eric quickly
learned that this made her more focused and intense, not clumsy. It was an excellent kiss.
When they finally broke it, Eric finally said, "I was right about that
mouth of
yours."
"Thank you," Kat
said, still smiling. She looked down at his lap with her one good eye, letting the
lazy right eye trail behind. "Too bad I'll never get that amazing thing
in me
again."
Eric actually fidgeted with embarrassment and went to dress. His
erection was below average in both length and girth and while he never really had complaints
about his love-making, he was never complimented on his anatomy. "It's not all
that, but
thanks."
"It felt good to me,"
Kat assured
him.
Eric, the confident playboy with the magic switch,
was close to blushing. "Look, nothing says we can't hook up again, if
you want
to."
Kat hopped
off the table and grabbed some lip-gloss from her handbag and scrawled her dorm room extension
across his chest with it. She laughed at the silly display. "Isn't that
what sluts
do?"
Now it was
Eric's turn to laugh. "Probably so," he guessed, "but you're not really a
slut are
you?"
Kat
shrugged. "I'm
me."
Despite all that, Kat wasn't sure she'd ever
hear from Eric again. She felt she had done her best, both to
put the most positive
light on the encounter and to give
them both a chance to redeem themselves.
To her surprise, she dreamt of Eric most of that
night. She tried to put him out of her mind, but over the next couple of
days, she struggled not to hope every time the phone rang that it
might be
him.
Eric decided not to do it over
the phone,
though.
She was wearing a black mini skirt and a purple blouse
when he ran into her in the library again. He was in jeans
and a
t-shirt.
"You look gorgeous, pretty kitty,"
he told
her.
Kat just smiled,
but said
nothing.
Eric pursed his lips and then
said, "I can't stop thinking that . . ." But then he stopped. He thought for
a moment. And then he continued, "I can't stop thinking that I could
have done
better."
Kat raised
her eyebrows.
"What?"
"I mean, I could have
treated you
better."
"You could have," she agreed. "You treated me
badly. But I didn't stop you, so I'm not mad, if that's what
you're worried
about."
"No, it's
not." Eric sighed. "It's just . . . Afterward, I was done. I'd gotten what I
came for and I was done. I banged a chick I never had
to see
again."
"You did
that," she
confirmed.
"Sorry, the
point is . .. You were so nice. So sweet. Why? I was
crappy to
you."
"No reason. It's just not who I am to
treat people
bad."
"It is who I am,"
Eric said
sourly.
"No it's
not."
"How can you say that, after
what I
did?"
"Eric, I liked it. It wasn't romantic,
and it wasn't smart, but it felt really good, and
I liked it. And, here I am in a miniskirt and a tight blouse, and you're
looking at my face and not grabbing for me. You're not treating me
like crap
now."
"Yeah, I
am."
"How
so?"
"I can stop staring
at your
eyes."
"What's
wrong with
that?"
"They're beautiful," he said, clearing his throat self-consciously. "And if
I keep doing it, I'm going to ask you out, and you deserve
better than
that."
"That was a really good line," Kat told him, poking
his shoulder
playfully.
"That's all I've got really," Eric admitted with
a shrug.
"Lines."
"If that were the case,
once you'd delivered the line, you wouldn't still be staring into my eyes,
but you
are."
"They're
just so
beautiful."
Kat suddenly became very self-conscious about her lazy eye and turned her face so that he
couldn't look at it. "You're sweet," she said, but she really meant, Stop
lying to
me.
Eric reached out and gently cradled
her chin. He lifted it slowly, and turned her face back toward his. He dipped his
head toward her and kissed her eyelid on the troublesome right side. "Don't
hide from
me."
"What are you doing?" Kat asked, her lispy
voice trembling. Her stomach was suddenly knotted up.
Her breath was catching in
her throat. She was sure she could
hear her heartbeat. She could not remember
ever having been touched in such a way. It was
gentle and, even though it was her chin, it was very intimate. The feeling as he
looked at her was something completely foreign to her. She could not read
him at
all.
"I don't
know," he
said.
Eric slid his
hand up to her cheek and then ran his thumb across her lips. Kat shivered. Such
a simple thing, but it was as if he was touching her naked
soul. "What's
happening?"
"I don't know," he said again. Then, after a moment, "Kat,
make me
better."
"What do you mean?" she asked in whisper as he caressed
her other
cheek.
"I don't want to be
a bastard
anymore."
"Then stop being one," she giggled, now actively rubbing her cheek
against his
palm.
"Will you go
out with
me?"
Kat laughed again. "I think this is
the first time I've been asked out by a guy several days after
we had
sex."
"It's the first time I've
ever asked a girl out like this. I mean, I
want to be good. Nice. Whatever. I don't want to treat you . . . Well,
like I did before. I mean, I'm sorry. I don't have a line
for this
situation."
"Yes, I'll go out
with you," Kat finally agreed, turning to gently kiss his palm. "I've never
felt adored
before."
"Is that
what you
feel?"
"I think
so."
"That sounds like
a good
thing."
"It
is."
Eric paused.
"I promise I'll be good," he said. "I won't push
you for sex. I won't swear at you, or treat you like you're not a person.
I don't have a clue why, but there's something about you. You're not
like anyone
else."
"That sounds wonderful," Kat told him. "Except for the part about not pushing
me for
sex."
"Huh?"
Kat took his hand and slid it up under her halter top, placing it over her
breast. Her bra was very thin, and her nipples responded to his touch.
"Now," she
begged.
"But I don't want to treat
you bad
again."
Kat lifted her miniskirt,
there in the middle of the aisle in the library.
She was wearing a black thong with a lace front. She could almost hear Eric's manhood
springing to attention. "This isn't you treating me bad; this is me throwing
myself at
you."
Eric embraced the girl and pulled
her into a kiss, his left hand caressing her exposed
hip and backside. As the kiss continued, his other hand dropped between her legs to rub
at the thong. Kat returned the favor by groping at the tent forming
in his
zipper.
At least one person had already seen them
and scurried off in embarrassment by the time Eric dropped into a
low crouch
and began nuzzling around and tasting her.
Kat clutched at his head for balance
and threw her left over his shoulder. Her boyfriend, like
most teenagers, had not been very good with his mouth down there. Eric was significantly better,
even through the lace of her thong, at finding and teasing responses out
of sensitive
bits.
When he started
to pull down the thong, though, Kat
stopped him, and suggested they go to the stairwell for
at least a little more privacy. As soon as they were in the stairway, they resumed
kissing and groping, and began removing their clothes, as if they were in
a hotel
room.
Naked at last, Kat told him to sit on the
edge of the top stop. He did, his erection sticking out in
front of
him like a flagpole. Kat climbed onto
him, and turned into a sitting 69.
He wrapped his arms tightly around her to keep her
from falling as she wolfed down his hardon and pressed herself against his eager mouth. They
bodies sweated and writhed in unison as they devoured each other and worshipped
with their
mouths.
Kat reached a point where she needed
more, though, she needed to feel him
inside her, and she contorted herself again and twisted around
so that she could straddle him in the same sitting position, legs spread around his waist,
sticking straight out. He lifted her by the hips and guided her down
onto his
erection.
It was not the most elegant way of having
sex, but soon
she was bouncing up and down on
him, her arms wrapped around his neck,
and he was jerking his hips up at her petite
body. Elegant or not, Kat could not help smiling. Eric was staring into her eyes again.
She felt very beautiful when he did that. It was embarrassing, but she
liked it
anyway.
The blonde
eventually began grunting with the effort. She was so wet
that she was practically splashing fluids all over both their bodies on every thrust. When she
felt little twinge that sometimes told her she was getting close, she panted,
"The other
hole."
Eric lifted her up off him
and slammed her down again, so that
he was spearing her ass. Kat cried out an obscenity
and leaned back. Eric wrapped his arms loosely around her to stop her from falling, and
took advantage of the position by bending in to lick and suck on
her small
breasts.
They were in the homestretch at that point, and
there was no turning back. Bouncing and pounding, they grinded their way to
a simultaneous
orgasm.
A few moments later,
they cuddled naked in the stairwell. Eric stared into her misaligned eyes, kissed her disfigured lips,
and asked, "What does it feel like when you start to fall in
love with
someone?"
"This," Kat whispered
into his
mouth.
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"Kat
Finds
Beauty"
A Romantic Erotica
by Alice Shayne
Copyright, 2010
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