The last few minutes of class are always the slowest fucking minutes of anyone's life. Especially when you are in a class where not only do you hate it, everyone else in the class does. This Thursday afternoon was especially going slow. It was ninety-four degrees outside and the air conditioning in the Jefferies Building still was not working, despite many a professors and students complaint.
"Alright class is dismissed, please finish your take home test over the weekend I will be collecting it on Monday. Erica can you hand out the homework please?"
Erica Adams walked over to Mrs. Henderson to get the papers, her new running shoes feeling nice on her feet. She walked the rows passing it out to everyone. A few people gave her funny looks, Erica wasn't the hottest girl in the popular use of the term but she felt pretty ok about herself, her 175 pound frame and dark black hair made her feel sexy and that was what mattered. She got to the end of the rows, her long jet-black skirt flowing as she walked and handed the extras to Mrs. Henderson. Mrs. Henderson thanked her and told her to have a good weekend.
Mandy Carlson scoffed at the paper Erica handed her; she just was not smart enough for this. There were better things to do this weekend, such as go to the big frat party on Saturday night. It was Thursday afternoon and she needed to find someone to do this for her. Most of the time Mandy could get a less cute boy (and once, just once she kept reminding herself a girl) to do it for her. All it usually took was a blowjob or some sort of nasty fantasy fulfillment for the creepy boys. They often practically cried most were probably virgins. They always tried to get her to be their girlfriend and some would even buy her clothes, shoes, and flowers. In a way, she thought it was somewhat cute, but non-rich or sexy boys just were not worth her time.
She looked around the classroom trying to find the newest nerd she could use to guarantee an A. Mandy did not even want to go to college but daddy had laid down the law, her weekly allowance from her father was going to be cut off if she did not go. School was very frustrating for her, but because of her hot eighteen year old body and great blow job techniques she got by. Mandy was a total ditz, she just wanted to marry a hot, rich man and live the privileged life of a trophy wife. Currently she was single; her high school boyfriend of two years had gone away for school. Mandy had broken it off with him, realizing a boy like him could never stay true so far away. Boys flocked to her at parties, she was one of the premier sluts of her sorority, but she had not quite found the right boy to be her boyfriend yet. She spotted the boy she would talk to, it made her want to vomit, but he would do.
Tim Larmer sat down in his regular corner table with his lunch and a book in hand. He could not stand most of the people whom he went to school with. Most were conceited rich jocks or rejects from an episode of "Girls Gone Wild" that somehow just were not slutty enough for the show. Do not get me wrong Tim loved women; he loved checking out the girls as they giggled and flirted with the football team but they were pretty far out of reach for a guy like him. He was a freshman in college, having had only one girlfriend in high school that had disappeared after graduation. More often than not, he would spend his entire lunch hour looking up from whatever book he was reading to look at the girls that sat around him. Although he would never admit it, he really wished he could have a girl like them. Tan, blond hair, large breasts, nice clothes. Girls like those just were not in the cards for a guy like him though. He was way too quiet, way too smart for them to consider him. He spent his weekends working on projects and reading, not drinking and date raping.
So it was quite the shock when Mandy Carlson approached his table during lunch. Boy was she hot, long shoulder length brown hair, big blue eyes, long tan legs and a nice set of D cup breasts. Dressed to kill this day in a white mini skirt and brown "cork" platforms, she leaned over, exposing her cleavage in such an obvious way. Tim was not stupid he knew she wanted something this was the best time to find out what.
"Uh hi, your name is Tim right?"
He looked her over, trying not to stare right now her breasts. "Yes Mandy"
"Oh you know my name!" Mandy straightened and smiled at him "Um you are in my math class and like, you seem pretty smart."
Tim smiled at her, knowing where this was going. He had helped a few girls in classes in high school, usually they would actually pay him, and a few gave blowjobs as payment. Tim found it to be kind of repulsive that someone would whore themselves out like that out of their own free will but wouldn't refuse a hot girl wanting to blow him. He was not the greatest student either, often distracted by other interests in his life but he would never stoop to paying someone. "Yeah I am, are you having problems with the assignments?
Playing with her hair, Mandy giggled at him "how could you tell? Well uh, like, I totally am flunking and really need to pass this lame take home test. Eww like why do we have to do a test at home? You seem to be pretty good at it." She got a pout look on her face suddenly "I could really use the help Tim" She ran her tan left hand over her chest, letting one long brown nail slide inside her cleavage.
Tim smiled again, not used to the attention from hot girls, the wheels in his mind going at the speed of light "Sure I could help, how about tomorrow night? We could meet at my house, I will make food, and we can work on the assignment together. I am really good with this so it shouldn't be too hard"
Mandy slid her finger over her mouth "sure that sounds great." She took a pen out of her bag and started writing something down on Tim's bookmark "here is my email address, email me tonight with directions and all that stuff, call my cell phone tonight too just to make sure everything is chill." She finished writing down her cell phone number and put the bookmark back in his book and walked away, making sure to sway her ass for him.
Tim had plenty of time to set up the CD he had been working on for the past year. All of his anti social weekends had paid off when he had finally been able to get it to work. Using subliminal message technology long since considered "fake" by most people, he had created a program that could input messages into CD-R's. They would enter into the subconscious of the listener, programming them with whatever commands the creator wanted. The listener would not notice the changes made to them, thinking them a part of their real time life.
He sat with his dinner typing commands into the program. He would make up some sort of excuse for Mandy to get this CD from him tonight. He had her email address and cell phone number; he could call her or email her and make up something.
Tim pulled out the bookmark and dialed the number for her cell phone. He typed it in and waited as the phone rang a few times. His finger tapped against the phone as she picked up and answered.
He could hear her giggling as she clicked on her phone "Hello?"
Tim ignored the giggling, "Hey Mandy its Tim, how are you? Listen I have a CDR program I made for you that might help you with what we have been working on in class. We will still work together on the take home test but I think this can help you a lot on the final exam."
Mandy wiggled out of the boy she was being fucked by's embrace and walked across the room "that is sweet! Is it long? I hate long assignments. I am in the middle of something but I can come by and pick it up in a little while ok?" Tim said that was fine and gave her directions.
Mandy had fallen right asleep after trying out the program Tim had given her. It was a cute game similar to the "Math Blaster" game from when they were little. The only difference was the electronica soundtrack that seemed a bit out of place but she did not mind too much. She felt like she knew the work a little better now. Sleep had been very peaceful for her till around two AM when she had been rustled out of bed by a car driving by.
She got up and went to the bathroom to get a glass of water. Mandy looked at herself in the mirror. The beauty mark below her full lips stared back at her and she smiled. "I really am beautiful," she thought to herself as she pulled her hair up above her head, her neck exposed.
Suddenly she had the urge to move her hand down to her chest. Mandy ran the end of her index fingers long brown nail over her nipple. She felt her shirt rub again her nipple, it was hardening as she rubbed it harder. Suddenly all she could do is touch her breasts, kneading them in her hands. Moaning loudly she took her shirt off so she could have better access to her tits.
A few minutes later Mandy Carlson was naked and sliding under her covers. She had a black blanket on her bed, white bedspread underneath. She slid under and ran her vibrator over her nipples. The buzz of the vibrator danced in her mind as she kneaded her left breast while sliding the vibrator down to her clit. Mandy rarely masturbated but once she had seen herself, naked she had been over come by an urge to touch her own body that she just could not control. Soon after, she climaxed, falling back into her pillow, her hair blanketing her face as she panted from the excitement of her own touch. Sleep came very easily for her after that, the next day would be a huge day for Amanda Jane Carlson.
The warm water of the shower hit her like a train wreck. Mandy felt so sleepy yet she felt she had slept like a baby. She could not figure out what was wrong until she wandered into the shower, turning on the hot water. Instantly she was wide-awake, taking in her surroundings. Upon realizing, she was only in the shower she started to wash herself with the new body wash she had bought the previous weekend at the mall. It was quiet in the dorms at this time of the morning, right in between all of the early 8am class people and the 9am rush. She had plenty of time to herself to relax. Mandy washed all over herself, sighing as she rubbed her slit, a long nail itching it. Her legs were next; she washed them up and down, the bubbles dripping down her tan ankles to her feet. She rubbed the back of her ankles, itching at a small cut right below her ankle bracelet. As her cleaning ritual made its way up her arms, Mandy breathed in, pushing her breasts out as she went to wash them. Her hands hit them and it was like one thousand vibrators touching them. She let out a moan as she kneaded them in her hands, running her nails over her nipples gently. The soap was lying on the floor, she leaned over and picked it up and ran more soap over her breasts. As her left hand played with the bottom of her right breast she suddenly feel back a few steps in the shower as she suddenly came with a surge. Mandy let out a long, loud moan and balanced herself on a towel rack on the side of the shower.
After a few minutes of panting, she started to collect herself and ran the shower cold for a minute to clean herself up. She had never had an orgasm without touching her clitoris before and it was the best orgasm she had ever had. Normally she did not masturbate, usually a few quick calls got a boy over to take care of it but this was beyond anything a boy had ever given her. As she toweled off Mandy tried to dry her breasts and the same tingle went through her. A shiver went up and down her body; she stood there for a minute and felt so very good. She could not remember being this happy. Quickly the towel she had washed herself off with was wrapped around her body and she was on her way back to her room.
Mandy sat down on her bed and hugged herself tight. Everything felt so good, so right. She had just had the best orgasm of her life and felt this kind of in excitability come over her. For the first time in a long time, she felt at peace completely, this passive calm came over her body and mind. She gave herself one more squeeze and got up to get dressed, suddenly realizing the perfect outfit for today.
Fumbling through her dresser, she found the perfect bra. After about a minute of going through some thirty or so bra's she finally desperately found the one she wanted. She had gotten a pink satin bra a few months before. She loved to wear it for special occasions and today is definitely a special day she thought. The bra snapped on in the back, she turned towards her mirror and held her chest out, her booming breasts wanting to fly right out of them. After she felt her bra looked good on her chest ("although I would love to not wear it," she giggled to herself) she picked up the matching pair of panties and slid them up her long, tan legs. They were a matching pair of pink satin panties. Mandy slid them up and looked again the mirror, sliding right and left on the balls of her feet. Over the bra went a white sleeveless turtleneck, loose enough to be comfortable but tight enough to emphasize her breasts.
She was so pleased with herself as she modeled and pouted in the mirror in front of her. The next thing she would need is a skirt and Mandy knew exactly which one. A few moments later, a black and gray plaid skirt was on her body. It was a few inches off her knee, not too short but short enough to show off her long tan legs. Mandy added a pair of black knee socks and Mary Jane platforms adding to the "school girl" look of her outfit, sexualizing it to the twentieth power. Not only would she look sexy but also she would be appealing to those turned on by that type of outfit and style, something she had never really considered but now made perfect sense.
Finally, her outfit was complete. She paced and pouted in front of the mirror for a few minutes. Something was missing, she could not figure out what though. Looking over at her alarm clock, she needed to be going or she would be late to class. As Mandy picked up her bag and purse, she realized what would make the outfit perfect. As she walked down the hallway, she pulled her hair up into a ponytail, smiling to herself as she walked down the stairs. Today was going to be a great day for Amanda Jane Carlson
Alright that is it for now! Chapter two of Born To... will be up sometime soon. I have a few other stories to work on before I come back to this. Please email me at blackcoffeeblues138@yahoo.com with feedback, ideas, or just general comments.
Before we start big thanks to Stephan, Kathleen, Jenn and everyone else who has been inspiring in my life recently. Also thanks as always to Simon for running the best Erotica web site on the internet.