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Hey! This thread will be a bit different to my main threads and just contain the prompts I’m more so seeking at the moment.
Open to discord. Down to play either male or female roles.
Mainly craving cheating and cucking based stories and themes. Also wanting to use Billie Eilish as a face claim at the moment.
Little side craving but something Resident Evil related could be quite fun to do as well. Also something post apoc style like a Last Of Us relationship maybe set in a fallout world.
Also a young gold digger/ trophy wife seducing an older man and getting into his life could be quite fun. Also if he has step sons that kinda suspect something might be up with her since she could cheat around on him.
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Open to discord. Down to play either male or female roles.
Mainly craving cheating and cucking based stories and themes. Also wanting to use Billie Eilish as a face claim at the moment.
Little side craving but something Resident Evil related could be quite fun to do as well. Also something post apoc style like a Last Of Us relationship maybe set in a fallout world.
Also a young gold digger/ trophy wife seducing an older man and getting into his life could be quite fun. Also if he has step sons that kinda suspect something might be up with her since she could cheat around on him.
Billie was always a bit tomboyish. She had always grown up being a bit different compared to normal girls. She barely shared the same interest that typical girls did. Instead she always found herself being more into things that guys typically did which tended to be sports, gaming, drinking and talking shit.
So she always had plenty of guy friends and she also found herself to be a sexual deviant. She learned early on just how much guys love a good blowjob, and also how much she loved giving them. It was an art for her, and she was a magnificent artist. Her reputation typically preceded her, which led to her having so many guy friends that did more than just enjoy the same interests of hers.
Then she met her new boyfriend. A guy that she got on so well with and they had so much in common. From the same sports teams, to the same love of video games, movies, comics. He spoiled her and truly made her feel loved, winning her heart over so easily.
Sure enough, plenty of her boyfriend's friends enjoyed having Billie around. The girl with curves in all the right places, piercing ocean eyes, thick lips… not to mention that she was all too willing to watch the football, join their discord calls as they gamed together, play drinking games…. She was just the perfect catch and that made them jealous.
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This can go a lot of different ways but theme wise very much into a cheating theme. Looking for this to be a long term story with a variety of characters for this.
Could also do some elements of sharing, cuckolding.
Thinking there would be a few key guys in the friend group and maybe even Billie's own friend group that she could have history with.
Would love to hear more character ideas too
So she always had plenty of guy friends and she also found herself to be a sexual deviant. She learned early on just how much guys love a good blowjob, and also how much she loved giving them. It was an art for her, and she was a magnificent artist. Her reputation typically preceded her, which led to her having so many guy friends that did more than just enjoy the same interests of hers.
Then she met her new boyfriend. A guy that she got on so well with and they had so much in common. From the same sports teams, to the same love of video games, movies, comics. He spoiled her and truly made her feel loved, winning her heart over so easily.
Sure enough, plenty of her boyfriend's friends enjoyed having Billie around. The girl with curves in all the right places, piercing ocean eyes, thick lips… not to mention that she was all too willing to watch the football, join their discord calls as they gamed together, play drinking games…. She was just the perfect catch and that made them jealous.
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This can go a lot of different ways but theme wise very much into a cheating theme. Looking for this to be a long term story with a variety of characters for this.
Could also do some elements of sharing, cuckolding.
Thinking there would be a few key guys in the friend group and maybe even Billie's own friend group that she could have history with.
Would love to hear more character ideas too
As usual, Billie left the school building much more speedily, than she had entered it.
The day, so far at least, had been shit. But that wasn't really a surprise. Sometimes it seemed to her, that her whole life was on a slowly, but steadily spiraling downhill.
If pressured to mark the point, where it got really bad, she probably would have named two dates: The day her father lost his job and the day where he (and the rest of the world) had noticed her tits.
Her family had always been on the lower end of the social ladder, but after her dad was laid off, his lack of income, paired with a gambling habit that got slowly out of hand, had made things worse.
It also ment, that he spent a lot more time at home...Enough time, to ogle Billie. Or at least certain parts of her.
On a vague, theoretical level, she was aware that her body (that poetically inclined people might have called "voluptuous") was something someone could be proud off. And the looks of obvious envy in the eyes of her female classmates seemed to support that idea. Yet, she would have preferred not to be the target of the kind of looks she got all too often.
The rest of her appearance of course, was rarely the source of envy. Neither her (mostly second-hand) clothes, carefully picked to cover as much of her as possible, without looking like an amish-girl, nor the blue dyed hair or her face, that seemed to be the epitome of "You would be prettier, if you smiled more often".
Quickly, the girl jumped down the stairs, pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the old army jackett she had thrown over, to hide the curves her tanktop failed spectaculary to conceal, and then strode leisurely towards the street, where she dropped her backpack under a tree, lit her cigarette and waited.
Corey had offered to pick her up after school and, by god, she could use some wanted attention today. After an uncomfortable breakfast, an abyssmal schoolday with teachers who either stared at her chest or berated her about her slipping grades (or both), she desperately needed something to calm down. Also she liked to avoid getting home before her mother returned from one of the three jobs she had to do.
Better to spent the day literally anywhere else, than alone with her dad.
So Billie stood there, leaning against the tree, smoking and looking for her boyfriends car.
Billie watched as Corey pulled on up. She had mixed feelings about seeing him today. The whole day had been a complete shit-show. Her dad had been nagging her about getting a job. And her mother was barley home to say anything. The woman is too busy screwing her boss. Sooner or later the truth would come out. It always does. Aside from that, she was not doing too well in one of her classes. Mr. Williams suggested she stay after school once a week to catch up. She didn’t want to but she needed that class to graduate.
She flicked her cigarette and walked on over. “Hey.” She opened the door and got in. “It was fine.” She shrugged, placing her back pack by her feet. Corey was an odd person. He would reach out then pull away. Their relationship wasn’t stable. But she liked him. He was not some highschool boy who looked away when they talked to you. No, he was a nice change of pace. Maybe that’s why she liked being around him. Of course it sucked when he went off to work. But he liked to keep busy.
She couldn’t wait to graduate and get away from this hell hole. Away from her so called parents. She wasn’t sure if Corey would still be around when she graduated? It would be nice if he was. But she didn’t have high hopes. She took a deep breath, looking over at him. “Your place?” She asked, giving him a small smile. Maybe they could start a movie and actually finish it this time. But it would hard if his roommate was around. She didn’t talk to him much. He was too cocky. It was annoying, but she dealt with it.
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So this story idea is revolving around a young, maybe high school aged alternative/goth type girl. She's from a poor, abusive home and is struggling to get by. I'd like to explore her life, maybe going through her downwards spiral and she can't help but get abused and used by her father, her older boyfriend, his friends, a teacher, drug dealer. Feel free to bring me more characters idea and flesh out the ones I have. Also think an addiction to sex and drinking, drugs will occur.
The day, so far at least, had been shit. But that wasn't really a surprise. Sometimes it seemed to her, that her whole life was on a slowly, but steadily spiraling downhill.
If pressured to mark the point, where it got really bad, she probably would have named two dates: The day her father lost his job and the day where he (and the rest of the world) had noticed her tits.
Her family had always been on the lower end of the social ladder, but after her dad was laid off, his lack of income, paired with a gambling habit that got slowly out of hand, had made things worse.
It also ment, that he spent a lot more time at home...Enough time, to ogle Billie. Or at least certain parts of her.
On a vague, theoretical level, she was aware that her body (that poetically inclined people might have called "voluptuous") was something someone could be proud off. And the looks of obvious envy in the eyes of her female classmates seemed to support that idea. Yet, she would have preferred not to be the target of the kind of looks she got all too often.
The rest of her appearance of course, was rarely the source of envy. Neither her (mostly second-hand) clothes, carefully picked to cover as much of her as possible, without looking like an amish-girl, nor the blue dyed hair or her face, that seemed to be the epitome of "You would be prettier, if you smiled more often".
Quickly, the girl jumped down the stairs, pulled a pack of cigarettes out of the old army jackett she had thrown over, to hide the curves her tanktop failed spectaculary to conceal, and then strode leisurely towards the street, where she dropped her backpack under a tree, lit her cigarette and waited.
Corey had offered to pick her up after school and, by god, she could use some wanted attention today. After an uncomfortable breakfast, an abyssmal schoolday with teachers who either stared at her chest or berated her about her slipping grades (or both), she desperately needed something to calm down. Also she liked to avoid getting home before her mother returned from one of the three jobs she had to do.
Better to spent the day literally anywhere else, than alone with her dad.
So Billie stood there, leaning against the tree, smoking and looking for her boyfriends car.
Billie watched as Corey pulled on up. She had mixed feelings about seeing him today. The whole day had been a complete shit-show. Her dad had been nagging her about getting a job. And her mother was barley home to say anything. The woman is too busy screwing her boss. Sooner or later the truth would come out. It always does. Aside from that, she was not doing too well in one of her classes. Mr. Williams suggested she stay after school once a week to catch up. She didn’t want to but she needed that class to graduate.
She flicked her cigarette and walked on over. “Hey.” She opened the door and got in. “It was fine.” She shrugged, placing her back pack by her feet. Corey was an odd person. He would reach out then pull away. Their relationship wasn’t stable. But she liked him. He was not some highschool boy who looked away when they talked to you. No, he was a nice change of pace. Maybe that’s why she liked being around him. Of course it sucked when he went off to work. But he liked to keep busy.
She couldn’t wait to graduate and get away from this hell hole. Away from her so called parents. She wasn’t sure if Corey would still be around when she graduated? It would be nice if he was. But she didn’t have high hopes. She took a deep breath, looking over at him. “Your place?” She asked, giving him a small smile. Maybe they could start a movie and actually finish it this time. But it would hard if his roommate was around. She didn’t talk to him much. He was too cocky. It was annoying, but she dealt with it.
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So this story idea is revolving around a young, maybe high school aged alternative/goth type girl. She's from a poor, abusive home and is struggling to get by. I'd like to explore her life, maybe going through her downwards spiral and she can't help but get abused and used by her father, her older boyfriend, his friends, a teacher, drug dealer. Feel free to bring me more characters idea and flesh out the ones I have. Also think an addiction to sex and drinking, drugs will occur.
The knock didn't come as a surprise, the guys were coming over for a movie night. As gay as that sounds, it was something they seemed to do fairly regularly. Not that we didn't watch football, or basketball, or any respective sport that might be on from one season to the next, but "movie night" was a "thing" too. "Sweety do you mind?!" I ask from the kitchen as you seem more content to scroll through your instagram feed than helping me out. "Sure" you say with a sigh, and no doubt rolling your eyes.
Mike and Harry are standing at the door, they smile at you as they look you up and down. "Whats up? You hanging out with us tonight?" Mike asks excitedly as they slide through the doorway and fall onto the couch. "I'm supposed to grab drinks with one of my girlfriends, but shouldn't be gone too long!" You say with a smile as you plop down between the two on the couch. "That sucks, I mean, we was kind of expecting you to be here, thats sort of the whole point." Mike says laughing looking around for me still on the other side of the bar in the kitchen, the couch's back is my vantage point. "Whats up guys?" I say with a smile and wave. They barely acknowledge me more than a head nod, but neither of them turn around.
"Sooooo... Before you go?" Mike says with a smile, everyone on the couch already knows what he's referring to. You smile and nod approvingly. "I was going to finish watching this show before I met up with my girl anyways." You say before sliding your hand down over their pants and undoing their belts. It's not long before your head disappears. "Where did Katie (Name is whatever you prefer it to be) go?" I ask from the kitchen, "Ohhh.. uhhhh.. sh.. she was.. sh she.." Mike is stuttering and slurring a bit as he's getting close. "I dropped my earring sweety! Just looking for it" You pull up long enough to get the words out before finishing him off, and quickly moving to Harry. Some subtle grunts and groans before you pop back up to your feet and wipe your chin. "See you in a little bit sweety!" You say with a smile and a wink to me in the kitchen. Mike and Harry sitting back into the couch for a minute as they watch you slide out the door.
I'm not sure why my place is ALWAYS the spot. The only spot it seems my friends hang out. I don't remember the last time I have been to any of their places now that I think about it. Hell I don't even know where some of them live? I feel like a god damn housewife half the time, cooking, cleaning, fixing drinks, running errands. Kate affectionately calls it "hosting" apparently, I guess that's better than "housewife" or "domestic goddess" as she has joked a time or two. Either way, not sure why it seems to always fall on my shoulders anytime we do anything for anyone. I mean, I even "hosted" my own fucking birthday party, how does that happen?!
"What the fuck man?!" Mike gets up from the couch just as you head out the door, he heads toward the kitchen, Harry following him as he pulls up his zipper and brushes his hand against a stain on his pants. "What?" I ask curiously checking on the chicken roasting in the oven. "Why didn't you tell us Kate had plans tonight? We brought all the games, you know it's a lot more fun with her... With more people to play." He catches himself. "Yea dude, that's fucked up!" Harry says still looking down at his pants trying to brush something away. "Craig and Dillon are on their way, which leaves us with an odd number now." None of the games require teams specifically, and can be played with 2-10 players, but he makes the argument nonetheless.
"Dude, it's just game night, guys night you know? What's the big deal? She's not going to be gone that long!" I argue back, not even finding it odd that they're so concerned with your attendance. It honestly seems like they're more your friends than mine half the time. As mentioned I seem to always be the one running around trying to cater to everything else, it seems like they see you more than they see me. "Whatever man, I'm just saying." Mike says in reply obviously annoyed as he digs into the fridge for a beer. It's funny how often they come over but never actually bring anything to contribute. "Running low on beers man, might want to put that on the list. Last time we ran out of Jameson, I hope you took care of that already." Harry chimes in his eyes finally up from his pants and directed toward the liquor cabinet. "Yea, it's fine, I bought another bottle man, its cool." I say shaking my head the chicken almost ready to pull out.
"I thought we was just watching movies tonight anyways?" I say arguing as I stir the gravy simmering on the stove. "We are dude, but Kate said she really wanted to see this one too, so we are gonna have to wait on her. It's some rom com or something." Mike says cracking open his beer and taking a swig. "Just let us know next time, we can plan it better." He still seems slightly pissed at the situation.
Mike and Harry are standing at the door, they smile at you as they look you up and down. "Whats up? You hanging out with us tonight?" Mike asks excitedly as they slide through the doorway and fall onto the couch. "I'm supposed to grab drinks with one of my girlfriends, but shouldn't be gone too long!" You say with a smile as you plop down between the two on the couch. "That sucks, I mean, we was kind of expecting you to be here, thats sort of the whole point." Mike says laughing looking around for me still on the other side of the bar in the kitchen, the couch's back is my vantage point. "Whats up guys?" I say with a smile and wave. They barely acknowledge me more than a head nod, but neither of them turn around.
"Sooooo... Before you go?" Mike says with a smile, everyone on the couch already knows what he's referring to. You smile and nod approvingly. "I was going to finish watching this show before I met up with my girl anyways." You say before sliding your hand down over their pants and undoing their belts. It's not long before your head disappears. "Where did Katie (Name is whatever you prefer it to be) go?" I ask from the kitchen, "Ohhh.. uhhhh.. sh.. she was.. sh she.." Mike is stuttering and slurring a bit as he's getting close. "I dropped my earring sweety! Just looking for it" You pull up long enough to get the words out before finishing him off, and quickly moving to Harry. Some subtle grunts and groans before you pop back up to your feet and wipe your chin. "See you in a little bit sweety!" You say with a smile and a wink to me in the kitchen. Mike and Harry sitting back into the couch for a minute as they watch you slide out the door.
I'm not sure why my place is ALWAYS the spot. The only spot it seems my friends hang out. I don't remember the last time I have been to any of their places now that I think about it. Hell I don't even know where some of them live? I feel like a god damn housewife half the time, cooking, cleaning, fixing drinks, running errands. Kate affectionately calls it "hosting" apparently, I guess that's better than "housewife" or "domestic goddess" as she has joked a time or two. Either way, not sure why it seems to always fall on my shoulders anytime we do anything for anyone. I mean, I even "hosted" my own fucking birthday party, how does that happen?!
"What the fuck man?!" Mike gets up from the couch just as you head out the door, he heads toward the kitchen, Harry following him as he pulls up his zipper and brushes his hand against a stain on his pants. "What?" I ask curiously checking on the chicken roasting in the oven. "Why didn't you tell us Kate had plans tonight? We brought all the games, you know it's a lot more fun with her... With more people to play." He catches himself. "Yea dude, that's fucked up!" Harry says still looking down at his pants trying to brush something away. "Craig and Dillon are on their way, which leaves us with an odd number now." None of the games require teams specifically, and can be played with 2-10 players, but he makes the argument nonetheless.
"Dude, it's just game night, guys night you know? What's the big deal? She's not going to be gone that long!" I argue back, not even finding it odd that they're so concerned with your attendance. It honestly seems like they're more your friends than mine half the time. As mentioned I seem to always be the one running around trying to cater to everything else, it seems like they see you more than they see me. "Whatever man, I'm just saying." Mike says in reply obviously annoyed as he digs into the fridge for a beer. It's funny how often they come over but never actually bring anything to contribute. "Running low on beers man, might want to put that on the list. Last time we ran out of Jameson, I hope you took care of that already." Harry chimes in his eyes finally up from his pants and directed toward the liquor cabinet. "Yea, it's fine, I bought another bottle man, its cool." I say shaking my head the chicken almost ready to pull out.
"I thought we was just watching movies tonight anyways?" I say arguing as I stir the gravy simmering on the stove. "We are dude, but Kate said she really wanted to see this one too, so we are gonna have to wait on her. It's some rom com or something." Mike says cracking open his beer and taking a swig. "Just let us know next time, we can plan it better." He still seems slightly pissed at the situation.
She was always the cool girl, different than usual. She's obviously attractive, curves in all the right places, but doesn't really flaunt it too much. She'd always gotten along great with the boys growing up, she just fit right in it seemed. It didn't hurt that she learned early on just how much guys love a good blowjob, and how much she loved giving them. It was an art for her, and she was a magnificent artist. Her reputation typically preceded her, which led to her having so many guy friends. She never really thought of it as them "using" her, but she was always "just a friend" or "like a sister" to them for some reason.
Then she met Grant. They had SO much in common. The liked the same movies, the same video games, the same comics. It was like they were made for each other. They were inseparable from the first time they met. Grant was one of the first guys that truly saw her for who she really was. He included her because he genuinely enjoyed her company. They had a great time wherever they went, whatever they did. The way they looked at each other was magical. It wasn't a least bit surprising to Grant to find she had so many guy friends, well, basically ALL guy friends, "she's just such a cool girl!" He would say.
It was almost romantic how her tongue slid up and down the shaft as she looked up from her knees. Her lips already glistening it seemed from the precum as they parted and she took the head into her mouth slowly and suckled it, teasing it with her tongue. It wasn't long before she slid it in slowly, her saliva mixing with the precum lubing it up to make the bend in the back of her throat. His hands reaching down for her head as his cock presses against the back of her throat, letting out a low but quiet grunt as he pushes her head further down, forcing his cock to make the bend into her throat "huhhhhhh". He slid it further and further in until her forehead was into his abs and held it there for a moment taking a few generous strokes of her throat before pulling back and letting her catch her breath. It wasn't long before her head was bobbing rhythmically and his cock was was plunging in and out of her throat, the wet plunging sounds getting louder as her head bobbed up and down and his cock began to swell, and his balls began to tighten.
A knock comes at the door startling them a bit, but her head still moving seamlessly. "Hey... Sweety? Are you guys ok in there? The guys were wondering how long you were going to be talking to Marcus... I think they are ready to start the movie." She rolls her eyes a bit before pulling off his dick, a bit breathlessly "We're almost done Grant, just give us a few minutes ok?"
Then she met Grant. They had SO much in common. The liked the same movies, the same video games, the same comics. It was like they were made for each other. They were inseparable from the first time they met. Grant was one of the first guys that truly saw her for who she really was. He included her because he genuinely enjoyed her company. They had a great time wherever they went, whatever they did. The way they looked at each other was magical. It wasn't a least bit surprising to Grant to find she had so many guy friends, well, basically ALL guy friends, "she's just such a cool girl!" He would say.
It was almost romantic how her tongue slid up and down the shaft as she looked up from her knees. Her lips already glistening it seemed from the precum as they parted and she took the head into her mouth slowly and suckled it, teasing it with her tongue. It wasn't long before she slid it in slowly, her saliva mixing with the precum lubing it up to make the bend in the back of her throat. His hands reaching down for her head as his cock presses against the back of her throat, letting out a low but quiet grunt as he pushes her head further down, forcing his cock to make the bend into her throat "huhhhhhh". He slid it further and further in until her forehead was into his abs and held it there for a moment taking a few generous strokes of her throat before pulling back and letting her catch her breath. It wasn't long before her head was bobbing rhythmically and his cock was was plunging in and out of her throat, the wet plunging sounds getting louder as her head bobbed up and down and his cock began to swell, and his balls began to tighten.
A knock comes at the door startling them a bit, but her head still moving seamlessly. "Hey... Sweety? Are you guys ok in there? The guys were wondering how long you were going to be talking to Marcus... I think they are ready to start the movie." She rolls her eyes a bit before pulling off his dick, a bit breathlessly "We're almost done Grant, just give us a few minutes ok?"
- Baby, I want to fuck another guy
John sat close to his girlfriend, Billie. They turned on the TV to watch their new favorite streaming show. A basic series about kids fighting off dungeon and dragons monsters. Her little pale head finds the perfect spot on his medium build chest. Her bright illuminated blonde hair forced her sweet baking-like pheromones into his nostrils. Her pale skin whiter than snow from the north pole. He held her closely, never wanting to lose her. His first true love.
John had been dating and charming Billie for a while now. Ever since the first day of college. She, similar to him, had a wild sex drive. The first month of dating it felt like all they did was nothing but have sex in her college dorm. She even let him fuck her tight ass. They only took an occasional break from sex to study for their respectable classes. John loved her huge breasts and her perky ass.
The pair of them were living in a small apartment complex with a few neighbors. John began a medium-paying job with a shady corporation. He has been working nonstop for his boss, putting in a ridiculous amount of hours. He spent about seventy-five mindless hours brokering deals for his boss. He lost nights of sex with Billie as she knew he was going to get a huge promotion and get her into her fabulous dream house.
John slipped a hand on her thigh as the supernatural monsters fight against the kid heroes of the show. They prevent the big bad from ending the world. John saw a big smile across her face, loving the tv show as they enjoy this moment of peace. She placed her hand in his lap getting John's member ready to play. With just a few rubbing motions through his pants, Billie got his five-inch cock super hard. Loving how she could make him hard with her seductive facial expressions. When her cute face turns into pure attraction and slutty pouts, it made him unreasonably strenuously hard.
Then John's pale, five foot nothing, slender thick girlfriend spoke the words that would change his world forever. He gulped not thinking he heard her right. John mumble to ask her what she said.
Billie said with full seriousness. "Do you think it would be hot if I fucked another guy?"
John asks the only question that pops into his mind. "With who." John felt a little lame as his girlfriend told him she wants to have sexual relations with someone other than him. He couldn't believe his heart didn't commit suicide. It pained him so much, but he had to hear who she wanted to bed.
John sat close to his girlfriend, Billie. They turned on the TV to watch their new favorite streaming show. A basic series about kids fighting off dungeon and dragons monsters. Her little pale head finds the perfect spot on his medium build chest. Her bright illuminated blonde hair forced her sweet baking-like pheromones into his nostrils. Her pale skin whiter than snow from the north pole. He held her closely, never wanting to lose her. His first true love.
John had been dating and charming Billie for a while now. Ever since the first day of college. She, similar to him, had a wild sex drive. The first month of dating it felt like all they did was nothing but have sex in her college dorm. She even let him fuck her tight ass. They only took an occasional break from sex to study for their respectable classes. John loved her huge breasts and her perky ass.
The pair of them were living in a small apartment complex with a few neighbors. John began a medium-paying job with a shady corporation. He has been working nonstop for his boss, putting in a ridiculous amount of hours. He spent about seventy-five mindless hours brokering deals for his boss. He lost nights of sex with Billie as she knew he was going to get a huge promotion and get her into her fabulous dream house.
John slipped a hand on her thigh as the supernatural monsters fight against the kid heroes of the show. They prevent the big bad from ending the world. John saw a big smile across her face, loving the tv show as they enjoy this moment of peace. She placed her hand in his lap getting John's member ready to play. With just a few rubbing motions through his pants, Billie got his five-inch cock super hard. Loving how she could make him hard with her seductive facial expressions. When her cute face turns into pure attraction and slutty pouts, it made him unreasonably strenuously hard.
Then John's pale, five foot nothing, slender thick girlfriend spoke the words that would change his world forever. He gulped not thinking he heard her right. John mumble to ask her what she said.
Billie said with full seriousness. "Do you think it would be hot if I fucked another guy?"
John asks the only question that pops into his mind. "With who." John felt a little lame as his girlfriend told him she wants to have sexual relations with someone other than him. He couldn't believe his heart didn't commit suicide. It pained him so much, but he had to hear who she wanted to bed.
"You know..." she says, "I don't know that you're taking full advantage of what I said to you that one time" then she slides her lips over her boyfriends cock, all the way down to the base, letting it push past her tonsils, not even coming close to gagging.
Andrew stares down at her and smiles. It feels amazing. "What's that?"
She pulls off, strands of saliva stretching back to her tongue "that I'm willing to do anything. Don't get me wrong, I'm into all the anal you want. But when I said 'anything' I meant 'anything.' I feel like there's shit you want to do that you're afraid to suggest."
Is she teasing him? Psychologically and physically as she jerks and licks his dick.
She goes on "I mean, everyone has fantasies. Crazy fantasies. Wild fantasies. Disgusting fantasies. You can tell them to me. I'm game. I'm into it. I promise."
Andrew smile as she bobs down on his meat again. It's always the cute ones you've got to watch out for.
And when she pulls off she goads him again "C'mon. What is it that you want to do? Tell me. Tell me a fantasy. Don't worry how I'll react." She licks her lips "I'm telling you how I'll react. I'll do it."
So, okay, Andrew decide to give her what she's asking for.
Even though she told him she would agree to anything, it was naturally still difficult to work up the courage to admit what you truly wanted. Looking into the face of the girl you loved and saying you wanted her to be with another man, it couldn't have been what she'd expect to hear. After a massive gulp and a long sigh, he takes the leap.
"I want you to be used by other men," Andrew finally says. Time seemed frozen as he waited for her reaction, mentally preparing yourself for the worst. For Billie to call him a weirdo, ask why he could possibly want that. Why hs'd ever let another man be with his woman.
Instead of being confused or upset though, a smile crept across her face.
"I am sooooo fuckin down for that," she said, and Andrew could barely believe your ears.
"I mean I love fucking you and I love your cock, you're the biggest and best I've had and nobody can compete with you babe, but it would be so hot to fuck someone new with you knowing all about it!"
Billie looked so sweet and innocent, and when she had her body covered and was dressed modestly you'd think she was the most pure woman you'd ever seen. Who knew such a voracious perverted woman she truly was under the surface.
"Fuck I love you so much babe," Andrew blurted out, delighted at how accepting she was being. She said it back and her naked body inched just a little closer, kissing you for a few seconds before pulling back.
"Ohhh this is exciting!" Billie said, bouncing up and down on the bed. She looked like an eager kid on Christmas morning, anxious to tear into their presents.
"Who do you want me to get fucked by first?"
Andrew didn't think she'd ever actually agree to this, so his brain began to overload with possibilities.
He was were sure she had fellow classmates who lusted after her, or fellow teachers. You'd caught a few friends of yours checking her out on more than one occasion. Your roommate has made no effort to hide his intense affection for her. You could introduce Billie to your family, there's no doubt that your younger brother or your father would jump at the chance to pound your girlfriend's tight snatch. Hell, you could give your grandfather an amazing thrill! Billie probably had a few exes who would love it, or friends who could be easily convinced. How far could you push things, would Carrie be willing to fuck your old bully? Complete strangers? Assholes she positively despises? The possibilities were endless!
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"Oh my god..." Andrew said in disbelief, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. She agreed to his request.
He couldn't begin to remember just how many times he'd fantasized about seeing her with another man. He did everything he could to hide that desire from her, but he finally managed to say it, and he could not hide his enthusiasm at her response.
"Who to go for first?" He said, talking almost to himself, as his mind raced through the possibilities of people he'd like to see her with. The sheer amount of possibilities excited him to no end, as he almost could not contain his excitement.
He finally looks back at his girlfriend. Seeing her be willing to do this for him solidified the idea that she is truly the greatest thing that has ever happened to him. He had no idea how he even managed to land her, but he knew right away that she is simply the best. And her enthusiastic agreement only solidified that in his mind.
"How about..." He starts saying before pausing to think for a second. He wanted his first time seeing her with another man to be as relaxed as possible. No pressure, no stress, nothing too serious, just simply harmless fun. Although he had a few idea, he quickly decided it would be for the best to go with a complete stranger. That way there is as little pressure as possible. And he knew exactly where to go to find what he was looking for.
"How about The Starlight? We can pick someone from there to start out with? Just easy fun, no issues afterwards?" He suggested The Starlight, which was the local bar, to her. He went a few times before so he had an idea of what it was like, and the kind of clientele that was there. It seemed like an easy first choice to him.
"Tonight or tomorrow maybe?" He did his best to hide his eagerness, and to not sound like a child asking his parents for icecream. A whole world of possibilities was suddenly opened to him.
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Billie was a year younger than Andrew and also a year behind in college to him but she was quite smitten with him after only dating him for a few months. The pair of them had already moved quite fast for such a young couple. Drew was very sweet, thoughtful and romantic like no others had been to her. He was a fairly satisfying fuck and what made it even better was when he was attempting to indulge in her kinks which always brought a big smile to her face whenever he did. Though he always was rather satisfied by them, like what guy didn't love blowing his load all over a girls face.
It was fun, being in a relationship where she was now more comfortable with who she was in life as a person now and being able to share that with someone she loved. She hadn't really dated too much since coming into college, instead focusing on her studies first and foremost, she did have a few one night stands and flings from time to time but nothing until Drew came along and swooped her up.
So when Billie heard her boyfriend had a new fantasy, she was as always eager to find out, mind racing to what revelation she was going to find out this time. But when she heard what he had in mind, she was a little shocked. He wanted her to fuck other men!? They hadn't even discussed a threesome or anything, he just wanted to share her.
She let out her excitement to him, agreeing fast and already had her mind racing on possibilities. Drew gave her a run down, thinking about the possibilities which he seemed to have a few in mind, like he had been picturing her with a fair amount of others already.
Seeing his excitement fueld her own as well. Tonight or tomorrow, that was so close that her excitement and nerves started to bubble up within her. "Yes baby, that sounds good." She beamed with excitement.
"So you want some random man, to fuck me and use me" Billie's reply was with no emotion or hint of her fellings towards your request. "why a stranger then?" she added on, raising an eyebrow at Drew but had a playful smile attached, just wanting to hear what was on his mind.
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Really a lot of ways this can go but would love it to be fun at first but then the girlfriend gets swept up in guys that thoroughly outperform her boyfriend. Names, details and all that subject to change as well. Open to twists and different ideas for this.
But for a rough outline for the story.
I think the boyfriend is average looking, average in bed, and nothing too over the top. While the girlfriend is very loving, playful, and a bit out of his league. They have a great relationship, but when the BF suggests that he wants her to get used by other men, things slowly change.
Things start out fun for them both. Maybe she fucks a stranger to start out. They all love it, and it's exactly what they all thought it would be. But then, BF starts to push her more and more, telling her to let someone she absolutely hates use her? I think that's when things would slowly start to change. Maybe she goes into that scenario thinking it will not be as fun as the first times she's done this, but she finds herself actually really enjoying a better man in bed, with an enemy?
Also, we could explore whe she starts to enjoy humiliting her boyfriend? Like instead of him always picking the guy, maybe she picks HIS boss/ rival/ bully who is much better? Maybe BF starts to have reservations about all of this, thinking it would be a fun and lighthearted thing to do to expand their sex life, but now he sees that he's losing the girl that he fell in love with, and she's changing?
What happens if she gets ruthlessly fucked by a well-hung black man? Is she lost forever now?
I think that's the way I want things to play out, he has it as an odd kink and thinks it could be quite fun to play out. She's very free will and sexual but thinks it's a little odd at first but down to try it and before she knows it she's loving it and being railed and fucked to levels that her boyfriend just can't compare to at all.
I love going from they plan it out or he more so does to she starts doing things on her own accord. Perhaps even going from being quite honest about things to keeping things from him, to fucking who ever she wants.
I also love having her hate fuck someone and was thinking that could be the boyfriend's roommate that's always been a pervy dick towards her.
Character ideas ~
Stranger
Room-mate.
Boyfriends Boss
Boyfriends old bully
Boyfriends Brother or Dad
Teacher
An ex
'Work Husband'
Boyfriends friend
Nerdy classmate
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Andrew stares down at her and smiles. It feels amazing. "What's that?"
She pulls off, strands of saliva stretching back to her tongue "that I'm willing to do anything. Don't get me wrong, I'm into all the anal you want. But when I said 'anything' I meant 'anything.' I feel like there's shit you want to do that you're afraid to suggest."
Is she teasing him? Psychologically and physically as she jerks and licks his dick.
She goes on "I mean, everyone has fantasies. Crazy fantasies. Wild fantasies. Disgusting fantasies. You can tell them to me. I'm game. I'm into it. I promise."
Andrew smile as she bobs down on his meat again. It's always the cute ones you've got to watch out for.
And when she pulls off she goads him again "C'mon. What is it that you want to do? Tell me. Tell me a fantasy. Don't worry how I'll react." She licks her lips "I'm telling you how I'll react. I'll do it."
So, okay, Andrew decide to give her what she's asking for.
Even though she told him she would agree to anything, it was naturally still difficult to work up the courage to admit what you truly wanted. Looking into the face of the girl you loved and saying you wanted her to be with another man, it couldn't have been what she'd expect to hear. After a massive gulp and a long sigh, he takes the leap.
"I want you to be used by other men," Andrew finally says. Time seemed frozen as he waited for her reaction, mentally preparing yourself for the worst. For Billie to call him a weirdo, ask why he could possibly want that. Why hs'd ever let another man be with his woman.
Instead of being confused or upset though, a smile crept across her face.
"I am sooooo fuckin down for that," she said, and Andrew could barely believe your ears.
"I mean I love fucking you and I love your cock, you're the biggest and best I've had and nobody can compete with you babe, but it would be so hot to fuck someone new with you knowing all about it!"
Billie looked so sweet and innocent, and when she had her body covered and was dressed modestly you'd think she was the most pure woman you'd ever seen. Who knew such a voracious perverted woman she truly was under the surface.
"Fuck I love you so much babe," Andrew blurted out, delighted at how accepting she was being. She said it back and her naked body inched just a little closer, kissing you for a few seconds before pulling back.
"Ohhh this is exciting!" Billie said, bouncing up and down on the bed. She looked like an eager kid on Christmas morning, anxious to tear into their presents.
"Who do you want me to get fucked by first?"
Andrew didn't think she'd ever actually agree to this, so his brain began to overload with possibilities.
He was were sure she had fellow classmates who lusted after her, or fellow teachers. You'd caught a few friends of yours checking her out on more than one occasion. Your roommate has made no effort to hide his intense affection for her. You could introduce Billie to your family, there's no doubt that your younger brother or your father would jump at the chance to pound your girlfriend's tight snatch. Hell, you could give your grandfather an amazing thrill! Billie probably had a few exes who would love it, or friends who could be easily convinced. How far could you push things, would Carrie be willing to fuck your old bully? Complete strangers? Assholes she positively despises? The possibilities were endless!
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"Oh my god..." Andrew said in disbelief, his eyes fixed on the ceiling. She agreed to his request.
He couldn't begin to remember just how many times he'd fantasized about seeing her with another man. He did everything he could to hide that desire from her, but he finally managed to say it, and he could not hide his enthusiasm at her response.
"Who to go for first?" He said, talking almost to himself, as his mind raced through the possibilities of people he'd like to see her with. The sheer amount of possibilities excited him to no end, as he almost could not contain his excitement.
He finally looks back at his girlfriend. Seeing her be willing to do this for him solidified the idea that she is truly the greatest thing that has ever happened to him. He had no idea how he even managed to land her, but he knew right away that she is simply the best. And her enthusiastic agreement only solidified that in his mind.
"How about..." He starts saying before pausing to think for a second. He wanted his first time seeing her with another man to be as relaxed as possible. No pressure, no stress, nothing too serious, just simply harmless fun. Although he had a few idea, he quickly decided it would be for the best to go with a complete stranger. That way there is as little pressure as possible. And he knew exactly where to go to find what he was looking for.
"How about The Starlight? We can pick someone from there to start out with? Just easy fun, no issues afterwards?" He suggested The Starlight, which was the local bar, to her. He went a few times before so he had an idea of what it was like, and the kind of clientele that was there. It seemed like an easy first choice to him.
"Tonight or tomorrow maybe?" He did his best to hide his eagerness, and to not sound like a child asking his parents for icecream. A whole world of possibilities was suddenly opened to him.
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Billie was a year younger than Andrew and also a year behind in college to him but she was quite smitten with him after only dating him for a few months. The pair of them had already moved quite fast for such a young couple. Drew was very sweet, thoughtful and romantic like no others had been to her. He was a fairly satisfying fuck and what made it even better was when he was attempting to indulge in her kinks which always brought a big smile to her face whenever he did. Though he always was rather satisfied by them, like what guy didn't love blowing his load all over a girls face.
It was fun, being in a relationship where she was now more comfortable with who she was in life as a person now and being able to share that with someone she loved. She hadn't really dated too much since coming into college, instead focusing on her studies first and foremost, she did have a few one night stands and flings from time to time but nothing until Drew came along and swooped her up.
So when Billie heard her boyfriend had a new fantasy, she was as always eager to find out, mind racing to what revelation she was going to find out this time. But when she heard what he had in mind, she was a little shocked. He wanted her to fuck other men!? They hadn't even discussed a threesome or anything, he just wanted to share her.
She let out her excitement to him, agreeing fast and already had her mind racing on possibilities. Drew gave her a run down, thinking about the possibilities which he seemed to have a few in mind, like he had been picturing her with a fair amount of others already.
Seeing his excitement fueld her own as well. Tonight or tomorrow, that was so close that her excitement and nerves started to bubble up within her. "Yes baby, that sounds good." She beamed with excitement.
"So you want some random man, to fuck me and use me" Billie's reply was with no emotion or hint of her fellings towards your request. "why a stranger then?" she added on, raising an eyebrow at Drew but had a playful smile attached, just wanting to hear what was on his mind.
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Really a lot of ways this can go but would love it to be fun at first but then the girlfriend gets swept up in guys that thoroughly outperform her boyfriend. Names, details and all that subject to change as well. Open to twists and different ideas for this.
But for a rough outline for the story.
I think the boyfriend is average looking, average in bed, and nothing too over the top. While the girlfriend is very loving, playful, and a bit out of his league. They have a great relationship, but when the BF suggests that he wants her to get used by other men, things slowly change.
Things start out fun for them both. Maybe she fucks a stranger to start out. They all love it, and it's exactly what they all thought it would be. But then, BF starts to push her more and more, telling her to let someone she absolutely hates use her? I think that's when things would slowly start to change. Maybe she goes into that scenario thinking it will not be as fun as the first times she's done this, but she finds herself actually really enjoying a better man in bed, with an enemy?
Also, we could explore whe she starts to enjoy humiliting her boyfriend? Like instead of him always picking the guy, maybe she picks HIS boss/ rival/ bully who is much better? Maybe BF starts to have reservations about all of this, thinking it would be a fun and lighthearted thing to do to expand their sex life, but now he sees that he's losing the girl that he fell in love with, and she's changing?
What happens if she gets ruthlessly fucked by a well-hung black man? Is she lost forever now?
I think that's the way I want things to play out, he has it as an odd kink and thinks it could be quite fun to play out. She's very free will and sexual but thinks it's a little odd at first but down to try it and before she knows it she's loving it and being railed and fucked to levels that her boyfriend just can't compare to at all.
I love going from they plan it out or he more so does to she starts doing things on her own accord. Perhaps even going from being quite honest about things to keeping things from him, to fucking who ever she wants.
I also love having her hate fuck someone and was thinking that could be the boyfriend's roommate that's always been a pervy dick towards her.
Character ideas ~
Stranger
Room-mate.
Boyfriends Boss
Boyfriends old bully
Boyfriends Brother or Dad
Teacher
An ex
'Work Husband'
Boyfriends friend
Nerdy classmate
.
Riley Reid settled back in the chair and let out a slow breath, whoever thought this kind of work was easy had, obviously, never done it. With the towel that she had picked up on her way out, she patted her face and neck to remove the perspiration that she had produced from the effort of the job and with a little more care, worked the towel up her lightly bronzed legs before she patted her neck again. The break would be short, but like everyone else there, the breaks were welcome. She sipped from the bottle of water and pulled her cell phone out of a pocket and sighed as she tapped away.
Hi Lover, Work going into overtime with the deadline. Gonna be late for dinner, 8:00 ok, or reschedule?
Hugs and deep kisses,
Rye
She hated to spoil yet another dinner, she wanted to see Liam and feel his arms about her tonight. They hadn't had nearly enough time and the job was almost always the cause. Still, he was the steadiest boyfriend that she had ever had and he was dear to her in so many ways. After 4 months together, she was the happiest that she had ever been aside from the fact that work held her by the short and curliest, she would happily spend every evening cuddled up on the couch and watch some silly movie, or have him read to her in his rich voice.
"Ok Everyone, break's over!" The director said and Riley Reid sighed and rose from her director's chair and slipped the robe off of her naked form and padded back out onto the set. "Where do we start?" she asked as she accepted the old woman that stepped up and sprayed water over her bare skin so that the splices would look right.
"Let's resume where we left off, a few seconds of pretape to get a good splice. That ok Riley?"
The Petite woman shrugged, her brunette locks moving enticingly with the motion, "Doesn't matter to me, but how about we don't try to punch my stomach, ok?"
"Sure Babe, no problem."
Riley Reid slipped back up onto the ruffled bed and waited for the camera's to get the right angle again, a young woman slipped up behind her with a bottle of baby oil… it didn't show as much, and started pushing two fingers into Riley's ass, "Hey, not so rough, ok? I have a date tonight and I would like to be able to sit down."
"Sorry Riley." The girl squeaked and was more gentle as she lubricated the starlet's backdoor and slowly worked another finger in. "How's that?"
"Fine, where Hugo?" she looked around, "Ah, there you are." A soft slap on her ass and she felt his cock slip into her ass with little effort. "Ahhhh… damn you're big Baby."
"And…. Action!"
Riley hoped that she would never have to tell Liam what she really did for work and that he would keep on believing that she was an actress for commercial and bit parts in on location shoots.
So this plot can go in a lot of different directions but I would like to focus on the troubles and ups and downs of dating a pornstar.
Also since I am a fan of darker themes and drama I certainly can see cheating being a big theme which is always a favourite of mine.
Hi Lover, Work going into overtime with the deadline. Gonna be late for dinner, 8:00 ok, or reschedule?
Hugs and deep kisses,
Rye
She hated to spoil yet another dinner, she wanted to see Liam and feel his arms about her tonight. They hadn't had nearly enough time and the job was almost always the cause. Still, he was the steadiest boyfriend that she had ever had and he was dear to her in so many ways. After 4 months together, she was the happiest that she had ever been aside from the fact that work held her by the short and curliest, she would happily spend every evening cuddled up on the couch and watch some silly movie, or have him read to her in his rich voice.
"Ok Everyone, break's over!" The director said and Riley Reid sighed and rose from her director's chair and slipped the robe off of her naked form and padded back out onto the set. "Where do we start?" she asked as she accepted the old woman that stepped up and sprayed water over her bare skin so that the splices would look right.
"Let's resume where we left off, a few seconds of pretape to get a good splice. That ok Riley?"
The Petite woman shrugged, her brunette locks moving enticingly with the motion, "Doesn't matter to me, but how about we don't try to punch my stomach, ok?"
"Sure Babe, no problem."
Riley Reid slipped back up onto the ruffled bed and waited for the camera's to get the right angle again, a young woman slipped up behind her with a bottle of baby oil… it didn't show as much, and started pushing two fingers into Riley's ass, "Hey, not so rough, ok? I have a date tonight and I would like to be able to sit down."
"Sorry Riley." The girl squeaked and was more gentle as she lubricated the starlet's backdoor and slowly worked another finger in. "How's that?"
"Fine, where Hugo?" she looked around, "Ah, there you are." A soft slap on her ass and she felt his cock slip into her ass with little effort. "Ahhhh… damn you're big Baby."
"And…. Action!"
Riley hoped that she would never have to tell Liam what she really did for work and that he would keep on believing that she was an actress for commercial and bit parts in on location shoots.
So this plot can go in a lot of different directions but I would like to focus on the troubles and ups and downs of dating a pornstar.
Also since I am a fan of darker themes and drama I certainly can see cheating being a big theme which is always a favourite of mine.
No one liked sitting near the teachers at lunch—no one except Isaac that is. Normally he would sit by his friends, but senior year was especially unlucky for him and none of them were in the same lunch block he was. His choice of seating afforded him an island free of immediate distraction. Here, he fed his mind as well as the body. Book propped open in front of him, his eyes never stopped moving as He worked to absorb the information inside it while numbly picking at the mediocre food on the tray.
Every day was practically a carbon copy of the one before. It would continue like that for some time considering how much of Isaac's life was already planned for him. The constant studying would pay dividends later on. His dad had connections that would get him into a nearby prestigious college. A well-paying job awaited him after as he would simply start working in the company he started. Theyalready had an agreement about it. He would start at the ground and work his way up—abilities willing. There wasn't an elevator ride to the top waiting, but he wasn't worried. Doors were already open. He only needed to walk through them and eventually he would take over. His brother certainly didn't want it, content with his own path.
His days may have been entirely predictable and even a bit lonely but none of it mattered. Monotony was a small price to pay for stability and peace. Every day was relatively stress-free and he loved it. Too bad life was never that easy. No matter how straightforward the path stretches out in front of you, there are always twists and turns you never see coming.
The sound of a tray hitting the table in front of Isaac broke his bubble. Around him, the noise of conversation washed away my concentration. Blinking, he looked up from the government textbook he was reading through to find a raven-haired beauty settling in across from him. Not only was the interruption unbalancing him, but he recognized the person who did it. Emma Wright wasn't the type of girl whose social circles put them in the same places. Normally she sat with her large group of friends at the far side of the cafeteria. It made no sense why she was here alone. Even if there was some sort of argument or drama going on, she had a dozen other acquaintances she could sit with. Moreover, it seemed like she was looking expressly at Isaac like she had sought him out specifically.
"Isaac, right?"
Silence was his response as his mind was slow to remember how to speak. It had nothing to do with any social anxiety, but more from the intense concentration he had been giving the studies. He needed a moment to shift gears.
Her eyebrow quirked at the long silence. Isaac cleared his throat and nodded. "Yeah."
She flashed him a dazzling smile. He could understand why she was so popular. Depending on who you asked, she was one of the hottest girls in school. Usually top ten. Then again, his dataset was somewhat limited. Isaacs handful of friends weren't exactly the definitive voice of the school and he didn't speak much to people outside of that small group.
"Rumor has it you were the only one to get a perfect score on Mr. Adams' physics test."
"I did get a perfect score, but I doubt I was the only one."
"You sit here all by yourself?" The swerve in conversation took me by surprise.
"It's easier to study."
"What about friends?"
"They are in the other periods."
"That sucks."
Isaac shrugged and said nothing more. It was still an enigma why she was here and not with her friends. He was already on guard in case this was some kind of elaborate prank. There were a few people who liked to throw their weight around and 'have some fun' with some less fortunate people. The bullying wasn't too severe at this school, but it wasn't something he'd enjoy one bit. He managed to get this far without attracting any attention and this whole situation was putting him on the radar. Emma was the type of girl who had eyes following her no matter where she was.
The rumors did too. Even Isaac, with barely any social interaction outside my friends, had heard the whispers about how she was an absolute slut. Rumors varied from something as benign as having an above-average amount of sexual partners to wild, and often unbelievable, stories involving gangbangs, trains, and orgies.
"I'm guessing you're curious why I'm here."
"The thought did cross my mind."
"You are pretty good at studying, right?"
"Is a fish good at swimming?"
"What?" She had a clueless expression on her face. Not in the sense that she didn't understand what he said, but stupefied that he had said it.
Isaac waved his hand for her to forget what he said. "I suppose."
"Well, I was hoping to find a study buddy to help me out."
Frowning, he glanced around. It seemed like she was serious and he couldn't see anyone overtly watching them. "Are you in danger of failing or something?"
She gave a light laugh that made him uncomfortable. It made him realize how lacking his interaction with the opposite sex was. "Hardly. I'm a solid B student."
"And why do you need help studying?"
Her head tilted slightly. "Is there anything wrong with wanting to boost my grades up a bit?"
That was certainly something they could both agree on. "Not at all. I'm surprised you are asking me and not one of your friends."
"Ah," she said with a nod. "Yeah, I've tried. The problem with studying with friends is how easy it is to get distracted. I don't know anyone who takes studying as seriously as you do, so I'm hoping some of that study power rubs off on me."
"I don't think it works that way."
She laughed again. "I know, but I figure if I want to improve my grades, I should go with the master of academics himself. I hear you are top of the class or something."
Uncomfortable with the praise, Isaac scratched at his cheek. "So what are you proposing?"
"How often do you study after school?"
"Every day."
A chuckle as she shook her head. "I should have seen that coming. Okay, so maybe we can meet a few times after school to go over things?"
He took a moment to mentally step back and look over the situation. Emma seemed noble in her purpose. He was still unsure why she was asking him, but it wouldn't be too disruptive to his routine. Actually, it might be helpful. He heard that the process of teaching someone helped garner a deeper understanding of the material as well.
He nodded. "If you want."
"Great!" she said with another big smile. It was a little alarming how his body reacted to something as simple as a smile. "Here, I'll add you on Snap."
"I don't have that." She seemed surprised at that. He could see why people were interested in social media, but wasn't one to join in. The closest thing he had was Discord which his friends and him used to share all sorts of memes and information with each other.
She named a few other social media apps and he found himself shaking his head to each one. "Okay, just a phone number then."
He said nothing as they exchanged numbers. His phone buzzed as a message popped up. Opening it, he read that she was looking forward to studying with him. Saying our goodbyes, she collected her lunch and walked off.
As Isaac tried to get his mindset back into studying, he didn't think too much of his new relationship with Emma. He figured she'd show up a few times at the library before getting bored and drifting back out of his life. That's how it usually worked with the popular kids anyways, and he expected Emma to be no different.
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This can go a lot of different ways but I think a lead female character that will delve into a lot of things and have a variety of males around with main focus on the poor nerd.
I think she could mess around with a lot of her friend group and even his.
Motivations can vary as I think she's still going to be getting dick from whatever guy she wants and fucked far better than Isaac and his friends could probably do.
I think she'll enjoy toying and teasing him, plus the benefits of him teaching her and doing some of her work
I think she'll be a bit messed up and devious, enjoying being a slut while also enjoying the games she plays with Isaac.
And I think a big part early on would them be texting, her giving him rewards for helping her study, with homework, etc.
It would be images that keep ramping up in scale, her hot pics while clothes, to nudes, to her doing sexual things with guys.
I think it can be a pretty messed up story. They both enjoy each other's friendship but she also enjoys how much he will develop and care about her along with enjoying that she can be a slut.
While he will be the same and perhaps finds out he has a kink of seeing her get fucked by other guys…. After awhile since it would make for some fun drama for him to be jealous for a while
Every day was practically a carbon copy of the one before. It would continue like that for some time considering how much of Isaac's life was already planned for him. The constant studying would pay dividends later on. His dad had connections that would get him into a nearby prestigious college. A well-paying job awaited him after as he would simply start working in the company he started. Theyalready had an agreement about it. He would start at the ground and work his way up—abilities willing. There wasn't an elevator ride to the top waiting, but he wasn't worried. Doors were already open. He only needed to walk through them and eventually he would take over. His brother certainly didn't want it, content with his own path.
His days may have been entirely predictable and even a bit lonely but none of it mattered. Monotony was a small price to pay for stability and peace. Every day was relatively stress-free and he loved it. Too bad life was never that easy. No matter how straightforward the path stretches out in front of you, there are always twists and turns you never see coming.
The sound of a tray hitting the table in front of Isaac broke his bubble. Around him, the noise of conversation washed away my concentration. Blinking, he looked up from the government textbook he was reading through to find a raven-haired beauty settling in across from him. Not only was the interruption unbalancing him, but he recognized the person who did it. Emma Wright wasn't the type of girl whose social circles put them in the same places. Normally she sat with her large group of friends at the far side of the cafeteria. It made no sense why she was here alone. Even if there was some sort of argument or drama going on, she had a dozen other acquaintances she could sit with. Moreover, it seemed like she was looking expressly at Isaac like she had sought him out specifically.
"Isaac, right?"
Silence was his response as his mind was slow to remember how to speak. It had nothing to do with any social anxiety, but more from the intense concentration he had been giving the studies. He needed a moment to shift gears.
Her eyebrow quirked at the long silence. Isaac cleared his throat and nodded. "Yeah."
She flashed him a dazzling smile. He could understand why she was so popular. Depending on who you asked, she was one of the hottest girls in school. Usually top ten. Then again, his dataset was somewhat limited. Isaacs handful of friends weren't exactly the definitive voice of the school and he didn't speak much to people outside of that small group.
"Rumor has it you were the only one to get a perfect score on Mr. Adams' physics test."
"I did get a perfect score, but I doubt I was the only one."
"You sit here all by yourself?" The swerve in conversation took me by surprise.
"It's easier to study."
"What about friends?"
"They are in the other periods."
"That sucks."
Isaac shrugged and said nothing more. It was still an enigma why she was here and not with her friends. He was already on guard in case this was some kind of elaborate prank. There were a few people who liked to throw their weight around and 'have some fun' with some less fortunate people. The bullying wasn't too severe at this school, but it wasn't something he'd enjoy one bit. He managed to get this far without attracting any attention and this whole situation was putting him on the radar. Emma was the type of girl who had eyes following her no matter where she was.
The rumors did too. Even Isaac, with barely any social interaction outside my friends, had heard the whispers about how she was an absolute slut. Rumors varied from something as benign as having an above-average amount of sexual partners to wild, and often unbelievable, stories involving gangbangs, trains, and orgies.
"I'm guessing you're curious why I'm here."
"The thought did cross my mind."
"You are pretty good at studying, right?"
"Is a fish good at swimming?"
"What?" She had a clueless expression on her face. Not in the sense that she didn't understand what he said, but stupefied that he had said it.
Isaac waved his hand for her to forget what he said. "I suppose."
"Well, I was hoping to find a study buddy to help me out."
Frowning, he glanced around. It seemed like she was serious and he couldn't see anyone overtly watching them. "Are you in danger of failing or something?"
She gave a light laugh that made him uncomfortable. It made him realize how lacking his interaction with the opposite sex was. "Hardly. I'm a solid B student."
"And why do you need help studying?"
Her head tilted slightly. "Is there anything wrong with wanting to boost my grades up a bit?"
That was certainly something they could both agree on. "Not at all. I'm surprised you are asking me and not one of your friends."
"Ah," she said with a nod. "Yeah, I've tried. The problem with studying with friends is how easy it is to get distracted. I don't know anyone who takes studying as seriously as you do, so I'm hoping some of that study power rubs off on me."
"I don't think it works that way."
She laughed again. "I know, but I figure if I want to improve my grades, I should go with the master of academics himself. I hear you are top of the class or something."
Uncomfortable with the praise, Isaac scratched at his cheek. "So what are you proposing?"
"How often do you study after school?"
"Every day."
A chuckle as she shook her head. "I should have seen that coming. Okay, so maybe we can meet a few times after school to go over things?"
He took a moment to mentally step back and look over the situation. Emma seemed noble in her purpose. He was still unsure why she was asking him, but it wouldn't be too disruptive to his routine. Actually, it might be helpful. He heard that the process of teaching someone helped garner a deeper understanding of the material as well.
He nodded. "If you want."
"Great!" she said with another big smile. It was a little alarming how his body reacted to something as simple as a smile. "Here, I'll add you on Snap."
"I don't have that." She seemed surprised at that. He could see why people were interested in social media, but wasn't one to join in. The closest thing he had was Discord which his friends and him used to share all sorts of memes and information with each other.
She named a few other social media apps and he found himself shaking his head to each one. "Okay, just a phone number then."
He said nothing as they exchanged numbers. His phone buzzed as a message popped up. Opening it, he read that she was looking forward to studying with him. Saying our goodbyes, she collected her lunch and walked off.
As Isaac tried to get his mindset back into studying, he didn't think too much of his new relationship with Emma. He figured she'd show up a few times at the library before getting bored and drifting back out of his life. That's how it usually worked with the popular kids anyways, and he expected Emma to be no different.
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This can go a lot of different ways but I think a lead female character that will delve into a lot of things and have a variety of males around with main focus on the poor nerd.
I think she could mess around with a lot of her friend group and even his.
Motivations can vary as I think she's still going to be getting dick from whatever guy she wants and fucked far better than Isaac and his friends could probably do.
I think she'll enjoy toying and teasing him, plus the benefits of him teaching her and doing some of her work
I think she'll be a bit messed up and devious, enjoying being a slut while also enjoying the games she plays with Isaac.
And I think a big part early on would them be texting, her giving him rewards for helping her study, with homework, etc.
It would be images that keep ramping up in scale, her hot pics while clothes, to nudes, to her doing sexual things with guys.
I think it can be a pretty messed up story. They both enjoy each other's friendship but she also enjoys how much he will develop and care about her along with enjoying that she can be a slut.
While he will be the same and perhaps finds out he has a kink of seeing her get fucked by other guys…. After awhile since it would make for some fun drama for him to be jealous for a while
We were laying in bed together after a long day and Billie suddenly asks me, "How many of your friends do you think would fuck me?"
I just laid there stunned for a second thinking I must have misheard her. I manage to stutter out "What?"
She casually replies back "I was just wondering if I decided to start cheating on you, how many of your friends do you think would fuck me?"
I think about how to reply thinking it would be better to play it safe "Probably all of them you're very hot and they know it." She seemed satisfied with that answer and drifted off to sleep and I hoped that was the end of it.
The next few days seem to be normal with no more mention of what was asked. She did seem to be on her phone more then normal though, she was always smiling and laughing but I didn't want to pry into who she was talking to. I noticed her taking some selfies which wasn't unusual but it was odd when she started taking her phone into the bathroom with her.
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Either a cheating girlfriend. Or maybe she tests the idea but doesn't go all the way but her boyfriend urges her to. Turns into a hot wifing/cuck and then also ends into cheating.
I just laid there stunned for a second thinking I must have misheard her. I manage to stutter out "What?"
She casually replies back "I was just wondering if I decided to start cheating on you, how many of your friends do you think would fuck me?"
I think about how to reply thinking it would be better to play it safe "Probably all of them you're very hot and they know it." She seemed satisfied with that answer and drifted off to sleep and I hoped that was the end of it.
The next few days seem to be normal with no more mention of what was asked. She did seem to be on her phone more then normal though, she was always smiling and laughing but I didn't want to pry into who she was talking to. I noticed her taking some selfies which wasn't unusual but it was odd when she started taking her phone into the bathroom with her.
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Either a cheating girlfriend. Or maybe she tests the idea but doesn't go all the way but her boyfriend urges her to. Turns into a hot wifing/cuck and then also ends into cheating.
Sluggishly dragging herself back home, following another tiring day of work. It's not enjoyable listening to bratty teenagers and your perv manager hit on you... but it pays the bills, well sorta.
A scrunched up McDonalds bag in Allison's hand....again, thank the lord for her fast metabolism or she'd be in a wheelchair at this point. Slouched over slightly as she watched the footpath, her worn out pair of red Converses hitting the floor with each step. Her earphones beneath her hood blaring out Kendrick Lamar's latest single as she walked home in her own little world, sharing glances at the fellow people walking by. A few cute guys that she'll never see again....shame.
She turned to make her way into her apartment building, collecting the mail before stepping into the elevator, a few small smiles and soft waves to the other poor bastards living in such a cesspool of a building. After punching in the button to her floor, she leaned against the rail, exhaling as she tried to calm herself down following a few stressful weeks. She walked along the stained carpet to her apartment door, looking at the walls, covered in God-knows-what liquid. The stench hits her nose like a train, she remained unfazed, conditioned to such surroundings by now.
Allison unlocked the door, closing it and locking it behind her as she kicked off her shoes. She walked to her dump of a living room, seating herself on an old couch, kicking her feet up onto the coffee table in front of it. A few empty bud light cans, a PlayStation controller, some old college books, her artwork and vodka bottles are bunched together, like a cute little collection. An ashtray sits by her feet as she begins reading through the mail. Eviction notice, junk mail, the usual. She lights up a cigarette before opening up her phone, reading some text messages, one from mom, granting her request for her to wire some more cash into her bank, still thinking I'm in art college. One from my dealer, telling me about 'some new shit from Colombia'. Another from...... Kyle? Telling me I should probably get a checkup, awesome.
Allison turned on the tv as she sat back, taking some much deserved drags as she looked around the living room. Her old wallpaper could do with changing, the torn effect ain't really doing it for her anyways? She should clean the carpet too, beer stains aren't the prettiest of designs this season. The windows are filthy but eh, saves her having to close the curtains she guessed? Her unwashed clothes are piled atop an armchair that was once her grandpa's, passed down to her.
With a cigarette between her lips, she watched her phone screen like a hawk, it's Friday night and there's gotta be something on tonight? Even some college parties? She knows she dropped out months ago, but that doesn't mean she can't hang out with her friends. Besides, she dropped out because of them, deciding that she couldn't handle the pressure on top of her newfound addiction to certain substances. "I swear I'll go back when I'm clean?" Allison thinks.
So this is Allison, a 19 year old girl living alone in Queens, recently dropping out of art college, still living off of mom and dad's money with the lie that she's using it for college stuff. But in reality, she's a mess, fighting a craving for coke as well as anything else that can get a job done. She's currently working at Hot Topic, it's not exactly what she was planning to do when she moved to New York from Seattle, but it pays okay and she guesses it can open other doors in the future? She's a pretty outgoing girl, usually being described as: friendly, talkative, mellow, funny, easy....actually ignore the last one.
A scrunched up McDonalds bag in Allison's hand....again, thank the lord for her fast metabolism or she'd be in a wheelchair at this point. Slouched over slightly as she watched the footpath, her worn out pair of red Converses hitting the floor with each step. Her earphones beneath her hood blaring out Kendrick Lamar's latest single as she walked home in her own little world, sharing glances at the fellow people walking by. A few cute guys that she'll never see again....shame.
She turned to make her way into her apartment building, collecting the mail before stepping into the elevator, a few small smiles and soft waves to the other poor bastards living in such a cesspool of a building. After punching in the button to her floor, she leaned against the rail, exhaling as she tried to calm herself down following a few stressful weeks. She walked along the stained carpet to her apartment door, looking at the walls, covered in God-knows-what liquid. The stench hits her nose like a train, she remained unfazed, conditioned to such surroundings by now.
Allison unlocked the door, closing it and locking it behind her as she kicked off her shoes. She walked to her dump of a living room, seating herself on an old couch, kicking her feet up onto the coffee table in front of it. A few empty bud light cans, a PlayStation controller, some old college books, her artwork and vodka bottles are bunched together, like a cute little collection. An ashtray sits by her feet as she begins reading through the mail. Eviction notice, junk mail, the usual. She lights up a cigarette before opening up her phone, reading some text messages, one from mom, granting her request for her to wire some more cash into her bank, still thinking I'm in art college. One from my dealer, telling me about 'some new shit from Colombia'. Another from...... Kyle? Telling me I should probably get a checkup, awesome.
Allison turned on the tv as she sat back, taking some much deserved drags as she looked around the living room. Her old wallpaper could do with changing, the torn effect ain't really doing it for her anyways? She should clean the carpet too, beer stains aren't the prettiest of designs this season. The windows are filthy but eh, saves her having to close the curtains she guessed? Her unwashed clothes are piled atop an armchair that was once her grandpa's, passed down to her.
With a cigarette between her lips, she watched her phone screen like a hawk, it's Friday night and there's gotta be something on tonight? Even some college parties? She knows she dropped out months ago, but that doesn't mean she can't hang out with her friends. Besides, she dropped out because of them, deciding that she couldn't handle the pressure on top of her newfound addiction to certain substances. "I swear I'll go back when I'm clean?" Allison thinks.
So this is Allison, a 19 year old girl living alone in Queens, recently dropping out of art college, still living off of mom and dad's money with the lie that she's using it for college stuff. But in reality, she's a mess, fighting a craving for coke as well as anything else that can get a job done. She's currently working at Hot Topic, it's not exactly what she was planning to do when she moved to New York from Seattle, but it pays okay and she guesses it can open other doors in the future? She's a pretty outgoing girl, usually being described as: friendly, talkative, mellow, funny, easy....actually ignore the last one.
"Nhmph.....ugh........hmph....agh" The only utterances I manage to let out as I close my eyes tightly, my hands gripping onto the top of the ceramic toilet in front of me. Arching my back properly as I cling onto it tightly, my breathing following a similar rhythm of that of the gentleman behind me. I open my eyes slightly, watching my painted black fingernails as they manage to support me, allowing me to remain stood, well, kinda stood. A flickering light shines down on the pair of us. With gritted teeth, I continue to grunt softly, knowing that really gets him going......
A few minutes pass before I fee his knees lock and his grip around my waist tighten. "Nngh, ugh!" He grunts as he begins to empty himself, his grip tight and his cock placed firmly inside my ass, he releases his seed into me at an alarmingly fast rate, he must've not jerked off today? With his weakened knees, he manages to pull out of me after he's done, getting a little excess semen on his finger. Without thinking he rubs it on my ass with a snigger before zipping his jeans back up. "Ugh, yeah. Thanks for that V." He says before placing a dime bag of coke onto the toilet in front of me. "Uh huh. Yeah no problem." I say as I give him a thumbs up and turn to flash him a smile.
That was Leon, he's a retard, but he's harmless. Probably the last dealer I'd wanna go to, but desperation leads to some pretty shitty ideas. Much like this idea. The idea where I find myself in a dive bar bathroom, cum spilling from my asshole, all for a 20 dollar score. I pull up my fishnets and denim shorts combination. I shove the baggie into my pocket before leaving the cubicle. Throwing away the excess toilet paper used previously as I exit the bathroom.
I make my way to the bar "Phone..." I say softly to the bartender as he takes my phone off of charge and hands me it with a smile of his own. I sluggishly drag myself out of the bar, glancing around at the streetlights as I bite my lip and think. "Well, what now?" I ask myself as I wander along the footpath. Just me and my thoughts. Oh where to go. I can't go home, the locks were changed as soon as dad caught me doing a little bit of meth. Can't go to my sisters house, she made sure I stayed away from her newborn, I dunno why, I'm awesome with kids. And I sure as hell ain't sleeping in the station again tonight. Either way, I pop my earphones in, taking a deep breath before wandering. The Smiths playing in my ear, I mean if anyone can cheer me up it's Morrissey?
So this is an open ended idea and can go in a lot of places? She's vulnerable yet strong. Dumb enough to get exiled by her family, but smart enough to survive.
A few minutes pass before I fee his knees lock and his grip around my waist tighten. "Nngh, ugh!" He grunts as he begins to empty himself, his grip tight and his cock placed firmly inside my ass, he releases his seed into me at an alarmingly fast rate, he must've not jerked off today? With his weakened knees, he manages to pull out of me after he's done, getting a little excess semen on his finger. Without thinking he rubs it on my ass with a snigger before zipping his jeans back up. "Ugh, yeah. Thanks for that V." He says before placing a dime bag of coke onto the toilet in front of me. "Uh huh. Yeah no problem." I say as I give him a thumbs up and turn to flash him a smile.
That was Leon, he's a retard, but he's harmless. Probably the last dealer I'd wanna go to, but desperation leads to some pretty shitty ideas. Much like this idea. The idea where I find myself in a dive bar bathroom, cum spilling from my asshole, all for a 20 dollar score. I pull up my fishnets and denim shorts combination. I shove the baggie into my pocket before leaving the cubicle. Throwing away the excess toilet paper used previously as I exit the bathroom.
I make my way to the bar "Phone..." I say softly to the bartender as he takes my phone off of charge and hands me it with a smile of his own. I sluggishly drag myself out of the bar, glancing around at the streetlights as I bite my lip and think. "Well, what now?" I ask myself as I wander along the footpath. Just me and my thoughts. Oh where to go. I can't go home, the locks were changed as soon as dad caught me doing a little bit of meth. Can't go to my sisters house, she made sure I stayed away from her newborn, I dunno why, I'm awesome with kids. And I sure as hell ain't sleeping in the station again tonight. Either way, I pop my earphones in, taking a deep breath before wandering. The Smiths playing in my ear, I mean if anyone can cheer me up it's Morrissey?
So this is an open ended idea and can go in a lot of places? She's vulnerable yet strong. Dumb enough to get exiled by her family, but smart enough to survive.
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I like the idea of a girl whose background wasn't exactly healthy - the body of a trailer park princess, who was regularly sleeping around with guys who weren't good for her, letting her mum's boyfriends bang her in exchange for a little bit of money or drugs, while also sleeping with her teachers, enough so that she could scrap into an arts course at college.
I'm thinking she was quite wild and has addictions to drugs, sex, alcohol, mental health issues, blurred/unhealthy relationships with men.
She saw it as a way to turn her life around, and made a good start, and even had the sweet boyfriend to go with her early progress... but she wasn't really a college-calibre student, and soon has to resort to sleeping with professors, while she can't help but get invited to some of the hottest parties on campus.
I think she's changed herself for now with her being clean of drugs (apart from weed) not drinking as much, staying loyal with the boyfriend this far until we decide to play things out.
Some characters can be be some college guys, friends of her boyfriend, a drug dealer, teachers, a former bully of her boyfriend, roomie.
Billie looked herself over in the bathroom mirror as she applied the finishing touches to her make up which wasn't anything too overboard, mainly focusing on her eyes more than anything.
Julius called out, conversing with her from the next room over, going on about whether it's fine if he didn't come with her tonight to the party that was on campus, just a few buildings over. She knew that her boyfriend wasn't as social as she was, nor as outgoing since he usually tended to just prefer night ins or doing quiet things together with little dates between the pair of them.
While Billie was more social, friendly, outgoing… she also liked partying, drinking and doing things that she perhaps shouldn't quite be doing.
But she was doing a lot better nowadays. Having been with Julius it was probably the most stable and longest relationship she had ever had. He was a sweetheart, good natured, caring and romantic which was all certainly a change compared to the copious amount of other males that she has been involved with in her life.
Being with Julius had made a lot of her problems that she suffered easier to cope with. It wasn't always the easiest at times but with her trying her hardest to change for the better and with her sweet boyfriends constant help, she was handling it well.
She never got too depressed for long, didn't feel the need to always be high, drunk or fucking whatever guy gave her a compliment that looked nice on the eyes.
Still, there were those small little temptations and thoughts at times and some close encounters. She still would drink, she only smoked weed now and she had been loyal to Julius for 6 months now, having never strayed.
Billie was perhaps dressed rather revealing, especially more so since she was going out on her own now. She always attracted a fair bit of male attention from the way she dressed, how she looked and carried herself and it always made her feel good. So her tight, short with dress that she wore without a bra surely would get a few looks tonight. But she felt nice in it and Julius always enjoyed when she would dress up so he shouldn't mind at all.
After she was all made up and happy with her appearance, she looked at the time and it was around about time to leave. She left the bathroom to see Julius at the desk on his PC, playing his latest video game, which was a hobby they shared.
"It's okay baby, I get that you want some time to chill. I know that you've gone out plenty with me lately so you can have a break this time." She said, coming over behind Julius to lean in and give him a small little kiss on the cheek.
"How do I look?" She asked once she had his attention, doing a little twirl to show her curvy frame that the dress certainly accentuated
I'm thinking she was quite wild and has addictions to drugs, sex, alcohol, mental health issues, blurred/unhealthy relationships with men.
She saw it as a way to turn her life around, and made a good start, and even had the sweet boyfriend to go with her early progress... but she wasn't really a college-calibre student, and soon has to resort to sleeping with professors, while she can't help but get invited to some of the hottest parties on campus.
I think she's changed herself for now with her being clean of drugs (apart from weed) not drinking as much, staying loyal with the boyfriend this far until we decide to play things out.
Some characters can be be some college guys, friends of her boyfriend, a drug dealer, teachers, a former bully of her boyfriend, roomie.
Billie looked herself over in the bathroom mirror as she applied the finishing touches to her make up which wasn't anything too overboard, mainly focusing on her eyes more than anything.
Julius called out, conversing with her from the next room over, going on about whether it's fine if he didn't come with her tonight to the party that was on campus, just a few buildings over. She knew that her boyfriend wasn't as social as she was, nor as outgoing since he usually tended to just prefer night ins or doing quiet things together with little dates between the pair of them.
While Billie was more social, friendly, outgoing… she also liked partying, drinking and doing things that she perhaps shouldn't quite be doing.
But she was doing a lot better nowadays. Having been with Julius it was probably the most stable and longest relationship she had ever had. He was a sweetheart, good natured, caring and romantic which was all certainly a change compared to the copious amount of other males that she has been involved with in her life.
Being with Julius had made a lot of her problems that she suffered easier to cope with. It wasn't always the easiest at times but with her trying her hardest to change for the better and with her sweet boyfriends constant help, she was handling it well.
She never got too depressed for long, didn't feel the need to always be high, drunk or fucking whatever guy gave her a compliment that looked nice on the eyes.
Still, there were those small little temptations and thoughts at times and some close encounters. She still would drink, she only smoked weed now and she had been loyal to Julius for 6 months now, having never strayed.
Billie was perhaps dressed rather revealing, especially more so since she was going out on her own now. She always attracted a fair bit of male attention from the way she dressed, how she looked and carried herself and it always made her feel good. So her tight, short with dress that she wore without a bra surely would get a few looks tonight. But she felt nice in it and Julius always enjoyed when she would dress up so he shouldn't mind at all.
After she was all made up and happy with her appearance, she looked at the time and it was around about time to leave. She left the bathroom to see Julius at the desk on his PC, playing his latest video game, which was a hobby they shared.
"It's okay baby, I get that you want some time to chill. I know that you've gone out plenty with me lately so you can have a break this time." She said, coming over behind Julius to lean in and give him a small little kiss on the cheek.
"How do I look?" She asked once she had his attention, doing a little twirl to show her curvy frame that the dress certainly accentuated
A Sweet College Girl Turned Cheating Slut
Essentially, our characters have been together since they were kids. Like they've known each other for like a little over ten years and have been a couple before they even understood what that was. The girlfriend is pretty, outgoing, and adventurous. While her boyfriend is more shy, quiet, and introverted. Add in a shared school bully that picked on them, the guy mostly, but she got caught in the crossfire and earned her share of abuse by trying to defend her boyfriend. This even culminated in a brutal attack at prom that put her boyfriend in the hospital and she nearly or got raped by the bully who got a couple of years prison/juvie out of it.
Fast forward a couple of years and they've graduated high school, recovered from the trauma they shared, and have become even more tightly bound together. A bit of codependency even with her finding comfort from her boyfriend as her rock while he needs yours to have the courage to experience a bit of life. They've moved off to college, share a small rent house paid for by the boyfriends parents, and are finishing their first year of college. They both have part-time jobs to pay the bills.
So, during this year the boyfriend hasn't done much of anything but school, work, and hanging around the house. The girlfriend though has gone out, made friends, and begun to really regain some of that old adventurous spirit she had prior to the bullying. She's even gotten herself a best friend, Jennifer, who thinks she's wasting her time with her boyfriend and that he is holding her back. College is about having fun, going wild, and experimenting. Not acting like an old married couple. The fact that she has never been or even kissed anyone else in her life is just appalling to her. So, she begins pushing and pushing for her to see what she's missing at least. Meet a friend of hers, make out with him and maybe give him a blow job or even fuck him. After enough convincing, she finally gives in and agrees to meet with the guy.
As expected, she does, and despite some awkwardness, at first, she gets super turned on when she sees his bigger dick. She basically discovers she has a serious thing about a more built guy, bigger dick and someone who is more dominant that gets her really kind of lust drunk. If Jennifer doesn't stop her she would have surely slept with him but she can pull her friend out so she could make a rational choice about it. So sweet of her uh? Well, it doesn't take long before the girlfriend comes to realize that she just can't stop thinking about it and wants to try more. And so Jennifer comes up with a new kinky plan. One she is probably hoping will break up the couple but doesn't work out how she plans.
At this point though, it might be more fun for her to discover her plan through in character interaction?
Suffice it to say, the small intimate party broadens her horizons without her boyfriend actually figuring out what is going on.
Starter for the prompt - ( can be changed)
"What are you afraid of, Billie?" Elise asked, a slight grin on her lips as she looked at her best friend. "I know you can't stop staring at Brian. Just invite him over!"
Elise grabbed Billie's phone, flipping it towards her and typing something out on the phone.
*Hey, Brian! Elise and I are at my place tonight, having a few drinks and relaxing. Why don't you swing by and have a few with us?*
"Elise, stop it!" Billie protested, though her grab for the phone was entirely too late to prevent the message from being sent. "I have not been staring at him!" she almost whined, an outright lie that she tried telling herself and her friend.
Snatching her phone, she blushed at the message, glaring at Elise. In response, Elise simply smiled cutely. "What?" she asked, acting all innocent, "It's not like anything will happen with *me* here, right??"
"Right," Billie confirms fervently, though visions of how to get Elise go home suddenly flash in her fantasies. Fantasies she'd never indulge in, of course. Still, she couldn't help but glance at her phone while she took another drink.
Elise was bouncing a little on the couch there next to her in her growing excitement. "Of course and if it all goes bad, then not another peep out of me about it! I swear," she said solemnly while crossing her heart with two of her fingers. "Cross my heart and hope to die!"
"Great! And he's free, he'll drop whatever he has going on and get his ass here," Elise was saying as she looked down at the reply on Billie's phone. There was a big smile on her face though while she was doing it.
"And don't worry, your lousy boyfriend will never know and this just will stay between us until you say otherwise," Elise went on to say as she put her phone down in her lap. As if for some reason she'd suddenly realize that Caleb was a mistake and would give her the credit for 'setting her straight' with their friends.
"And I'm here for moral support," Elise said as she got up to refill their glasses. She wanted to make sure that Billie didn't lose her buzz while waiting. "I have to ask though, how far are you willing to go with this in case things do go ahead?"
She handed the full glass back to Billie as she sat back down. Once more watching her like a hawk even as she nursed her own glass of wine.
"I'm not sure," Billie said, her cheeks flushing a solid pink color as she thought about what Brian might look like completely naked.
She tucked her hair behind her ear, chewing on her bottom lip as she watched Elise fill up her glass of liquid courage.
"I'm more curious than anything. I mean-- Brian is huge," Billie breathed out, feeling the flush of blood go from her cheeks down to her core, and between her legs.
She felt a little bad about being attracted to Brian, but it wasn't love-- it was purely physical. Why shouldn't she know what's out there? She at least had to *see*-- ever since catching the size of his bulge about two weeks ago.
She'd given herself chances to press against Brian when they were all out. Dancing. Lounging around. The riskiest she'd gotten was actually putting her hand on his erection and squeezing it-- that was three days ago.
She flushed at the memory, looking up at Elise as she was given the next drink. This girl was a bad influence, encouraging her-- but at the same time, she was right. Just because Caleb wasn't curious didn't mean *she* shouldn't be.
"I mean, I want to see it, at the very least. I'm not sure what else I'm ready to do. Especially if he's as big as he feels-- christ, Elise. He might break me!"
She quickly took a big pull of the drink, interested in keeping up her own courage as well.
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(Alternative start, this one would involve her boyfriend passing out from a mix of drinking and weed and Billie fucking his roommate)
The final girl's image had been paused on the dorm suite's common room TV screen—mouth frozen mid–scream—for almost twelve minutes now. Teddy Gaines, dressed in a comfortable white T and some gray sweatpants, lay on the couch propped up on one elbow while his girlfriend jabbered on the phone.
They were the sweetest couple, all acknowledged. Their high school yearbook had named them "Most likely to be married in ten years." It was also probably a gesture of sympathy after the fateful events of prom night in their senior year, but there was truth in it. And tonight they seemed determined to earn it, snuggled together in thick blankets on the couch. It was a Friday night, and percussive music from some party down the hall thrummed through the thin walls. But forget parties when you could have a nice thriller movie-marathon in at home, Teddy told her. Halloween was still two months off, but it was never too early for Teddy, horror buff that he was.
Take-out was strewn on the common room table, and their red cups with mixed drinks were three-quarters empty, but there was plenty of liquor left. He was definitely looking forward to the chill part of their Netflix & chill night.
Teddy took another sip of his rum and coke before flicking his storm-cloud eyes his girl's way, watching her talk to her best friend with a mixture of annoyance and relish. Annoyance because she'd been on this call for too long, and relish because -- well. Look at her. Sometimes he was still surprised he'd managed to win her over all those years ago. They'd been through hell together and come out of it on the other side. He was so goddamn lucky.
But that didn't stop him from mouthing: Wrap. It. Up!
"Yeah, yeah I know." Billie said, looking over at her boyfriend with a smile as she feigned a little eye roll while she chatted with her friend Riley. They chatted often though this time probably wasn't the best since she had been enjoying snuggling up on the couch with her boyfriend but her college gal pal decided now was the best time to have a lengthy chat.
Billie paced around her boyfriends dorm, it wasn't an entirely big space, the two bedrooms, bathroom and a somewhat opening living space with a tiny kitchen setup. It was messier than hers, the typical guys just leaving everything about.
But she was pacing around and talking a little lower than usual with Riley since her friend on the other end of the line was going on about things that weren't exactly the kindest to her boyfriend. Her friend was trying to get her to be more out going, more social and to…. Well explore. She didn't exactly approve of her boyfriend, thinking that Billie could do so much better than him.
Riley just just wanted people to be as free and liberated as she was. She had seen how settling down with your High School sweetheart turned out for her parents and Billie and Teddy were worse! They'd been together as a couple before they even knew what being a couple meant!
So lately Riley had been telling Billie all about the parties on and around campus along with all the hot guys that she could easily hook up with and that Teddy would never find out. Billie had remained defiant but Riley kept going on and on and at times with some of the guys she showed her and the stories about them…. Well her mind would drift at times.
"Well we can see about next weekend if that's when the next party is." Billie told her. "Anyways, I gotta go, we can catch up and chat another time." She said before finally hanging up and bouncing over to her boyfriend, giving him a soft kiss before lying down with him again.
"I'm sorry about that baby, she really just wants us to get out more so I said we'd look at going to a party next weekend." She said with a smile, grinding gently back against Teddy, her short shorts leaving a lot of her pale skin exposed.
Teddy had no idea what Riley was talking to Billie about, and would have had a thermonuclear meltdown if he did. He'd never been a big fan of Billie's new, worldly college friend. Though, to be fair, it had never stopped him from checking her out now and again.
But any annoyance Teddy felt about Riley and Billie's chat evaporated when his girl sidled up against him. He could feel her wonderfully soft curves and the heat of her body through the thin layers of clothing, and couldn't help but smile. This was home.
"Yeah," Teddy offered on her suggestion they got to a party. "Maybe so." That was always his half-assed, indecisive answer to going out and doing things. Maybe so. Except they never did. There was always some reason not to for Teddy.
The college junior glanced down at his girl's bare legs with their elegant ink. He reached around her to lay a hand on her lower belly to push her ass closer to him. His prick stiffened in his clothes. Maybe they could keep this movie paused just a little longer....
And then? Then the door rattled. Teddy startled, years of PTSD kicking in, his eyes going to that knob like a fucking hawk. But it opened and it was just -- Oliver. Square-jawed, tattooed Oliver in his leather jacket and white v-neck tee and tight black jeans.
Teddy had only known Oli for a month, but though they were as different as night and day, they'd gotten along alright. Mostly that was because Oli had been gone most of the time, off playing gigs or partying. And when he was back at the suite, there was usually a girl with him.
Or under him.
"Oh, hey you two," the rocker said with an upnod, brow furrowed. "Shit, I'm interrupting, aren't I?" He squinted, as if to make sure everyone's clothes were still on.
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This can go a lot of different ways but theme wise very much into a cheating theme.
Would love to hear more character ideas too. I'm thinking there would be a bunch of males that our main gal will work her way through and fuck with.
Some range of characters would be her friend group, guys and gals…. people at college, fellow students and teachers…. The old bully that raped her and beat up her boyfriend….. boyfriends friend, boyfriends workplace colleagues or boss.
I'm thinking after she's cheated and fucked initially, that the best friend maybe let's the friend group know and in on it, perhaps telling the guys to go after her.
Some random scene ideas
- The girlfriend having some phone sex or something with her boyfriend while in reality she's sucking another man's cock but she's saying it's just a dildo or something to him
- I'm thinking there would be a few parties, one that they boyfriend attends so her friend has the idea of a type of trust type game. Where they see if he trusts her as she 'pretends' to fool around with a guy or two where the boyfriend has his vision blocked by either blindfolds or a towel that would obstruct his view. Or by the girlfriend and a guy disappearing to the next room
Essentially, our characters have been together since they were kids. Like they've known each other for like a little over ten years and have been a couple before they even understood what that was. The girlfriend is pretty, outgoing, and adventurous. While her boyfriend is more shy, quiet, and introverted. Add in a shared school bully that picked on them, the guy mostly, but she got caught in the crossfire and earned her share of abuse by trying to defend her boyfriend. This even culminated in a brutal attack at prom that put her boyfriend in the hospital and she nearly or got raped by the bully who got a couple of years prison/juvie out of it.
Fast forward a couple of years and they've graduated high school, recovered from the trauma they shared, and have become even more tightly bound together. A bit of codependency even with her finding comfort from her boyfriend as her rock while he needs yours to have the courage to experience a bit of life. They've moved off to college, share a small rent house paid for by the boyfriends parents, and are finishing their first year of college. They both have part-time jobs to pay the bills.
So, during this year the boyfriend hasn't done much of anything but school, work, and hanging around the house. The girlfriend though has gone out, made friends, and begun to really regain some of that old adventurous spirit she had prior to the bullying. She's even gotten herself a best friend, Jennifer, who thinks she's wasting her time with her boyfriend and that he is holding her back. College is about having fun, going wild, and experimenting. Not acting like an old married couple. The fact that she has never been or even kissed anyone else in her life is just appalling to her. So, she begins pushing and pushing for her to see what she's missing at least. Meet a friend of hers, make out with him and maybe give him a blow job or even fuck him. After enough convincing, she finally gives in and agrees to meet with the guy.
As expected, she does, and despite some awkwardness, at first, she gets super turned on when she sees his bigger dick. She basically discovers she has a serious thing about a more built guy, bigger dick and someone who is more dominant that gets her really kind of lust drunk. If Jennifer doesn't stop her she would have surely slept with him but she can pull her friend out so she could make a rational choice about it. So sweet of her uh? Well, it doesn't take long before the girlfriend comes to realize that she just can't stop thinking about it and wants to try more. And so Jennifer comes up with a new kinky plan. One she is probably hoping will break up the couple but doesn't work out how she plans.
At this point though, it might be more fun for her to discover her plan through in character interaction?
Suffice it to say, the small intimate party broadens her horizons without her boyfriend actually figuring out what is going on.
Starter for the prompt - ( can be changed)
"What are you afraid of, Billie?" Elise asked, a slight grin on her lips as she looked at her best friend. "I know you can't stop staring at Brian. Just invite him over!"
Elise grabbed Billie's phone, flipping it towards her and typing something out on the phone.
*Hey, Brian! Elise and I are at my place tonight, having a few drinks and relaxing. Why don't you swing by and have a few with us?*
"Elise, stop it!" Billie protested, though her grab for the phone was entirely too late to prevent the message from being sent. "I have not been staring at him!" she almost whined, an outright lie that she tried telling herself and her friend.
Snatching her phone, she blushed at the message, glaring at Elise. In response, Elise simply smiled cutely. "What?" she asked, acting all innocent, "It's not like anything will happen with *me* here, right??"
"Right," Billie confirms fervently, though visions of how to get Elise go home suddenly flash in her fantasies. Fantasies she'd never indulge in, of course. Still, she couldn't help but glance at her phone while she took another drink.
Elise was bouncing a little on the couch there next to her in her growing excitement. "Of course and if it all goes bad, then not another peep out of me about it! I swear," she said solemnly while crossing her heart with two of her fingers. "Cross my heart and hope to die!"
"Great! And he's free, he'll drop whatever he has going on and get his ass here," Elise was saying as she looked down at the reply on Billie's phone. There was a big smile on her face though while she was doing it.
"And don't worry, your lousy boyfriend will never know and this just will stay between us until you say otherwise," Elise went on to say as she put her phone down in her lap. As if for some reason she'd suddenly realize that Caleb was a mistake and would give her the credit for 'setting her straight' with their friends.
"And I'm here for moral support," Elise said as she got up to refill their glasses. She wanted to make sure that Billie didn't lose her buzz while waiting. "I have to ask though, how far are you willing to go with this in case things do go ahead?"
She handed the full glass back to Billie as she sat back down. Once more watching her like a hawk even as she nursed her own glass of wine.
"I'm not sure," Billie said, her cheeks flushing a solid pink color as she thought about what Brian might look like completely naked.
She tucked her hair behind her ear, chewing on her bottom lip as she watched Elise fill up her glass of liquid courage.
"I'm more curious than anything. I mean-- Brian is huge," Billie breathed out, feeling the flush of blood go from her cheeks down to her core, and between her legs.
She felt a little bad about being attracted to Brian, but it wasn't love-- it was purely physical. Why shouldn't she know what's out there? She at least had to *see*-- ever since catching the size of his bulge about two weeks ago.
She'd given herself chances to press against Brian when they were all out. Dancing. Lounging around. The riskiest she'd gotten was actually putting her hand on his erection and squeezing it-- that was three days ago.
She flushed at the memory, looking up at Elise as she was given the next drink. This girl was a bad influence, encouraging her-- but at the same time, she was right. Just because Caleb wasn't curious didn't mean *she* shouldn't be.
"I mean, I want to see it, at the very least. I'm not sure what else I'm ready to do. Especially if he's as big as he feels-- christ, Elise. He might break me!"
She quickly took a big pull of the drink, interested in keeping up her own courage as well.
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(Alternative start, this one would involve her boyfriend passing out from a mix of drinking and weed and Billie fucking his roommate)
The final girl's image had been paused on the dorm suite's common room TV screen—mouth frozen mid–scream—for almost twelve minutes now. Teddy Gaines, dressed in a comfortable white T and some gray sweatpants, lay on the couch propped up on one elbow while his girlfriend jabbered on the phone.
They were the sweetest couple, all acknowledged. Their high school yearbook had named them "Most likely to be married in ten years." It was also probably a gesture of sympathy after the fateful events of prom night in their senior year, but there was truth in it. And tonight they seemed determined to earn it, snuggled together in thick blankets on the couch. It was a Friday night, and percussive music from some party down the hall thrummed through the thin walls. But forget parties when you could have a nice thriller movie-marathon in at home, Teddy told her. Halloween was still two months off, but it was never too early for Teddy, horror buff that he was.
Take-out was strewn on the common room table, and their red cups with mixed drinks were three-quarters empty, but there was plenty of liquor left. He was definitely looking forward to the chill part of their Netflix & chill night.
Teddy took another sip of his rum and coke before flicking his storm-cloud eyes his girl's way, watching her talk to her best friend with a mixture of annoyance and relish. Annoyance because she'd been on this call for too long, and relish because -- well. Look at her. Sometimes he was still surprised he'd managed to win her over all those years ago. They'd been through hell together and come out of it on the other side. He was so goddamn lucky.
But that didn't stop him from mouthing: Wrap. It. Up!
"Yeah, yeah I know." Billie said, looking over at her boyfriend with a smile as she feigned a little eye roll while she chatted with her friend Riley. They chatted often though this time probably wasn't the best since she had been enjoying snuggling up on the couch with her boyfriend but her college gal pal decided now was the best time to have a lengthy chat.
Billie paced around her boyfriends dorm, it wasn't an entirely big space, the two bedrooms, bathroom and a somewhat opening living space with a tiny kitchen setup. It was messier than hers, the typical guys just leaving everything about.
But she was pacing around and talking a little lower than usual with Riley since her friend on the other end of the line was going on about things that weren't exactly the kindest to her boyfriend. Her friend was trying to get her to be more out going, more social and to…. Well explore. She didn't exactly approve of her boyfriend, thinking that Billie could do so much better than him.
Riley just just wanted people to be as free and liberated as she was. She had seen how settling down with your High School sweetheart turned out for her parents and Billie and Teddy were worse! They'd been together as a couple before they even knew what being a couple meant!
So lately Riley had been telling Billie all about the parties on and around campus along with all the hot guys that she could easily hook up with and that Teddy would never find out. Billie had remained defiant but Riley kept going on and on and at times with some of the guys she showed her and the stories about them…. Well her mind would drift at times.
"Well we can see about next weekend if that's when the next party is." Billie told her. "Anyways, I gotta go, we can catch up and chat another time." She said before finally hanging up and bouncing over to her boyfriend, giving him a soft kiss before lying down with him again.
"I'm sorry about that baby, she really just wants us to get out more so I said we'd look at going to a party next weekend." She said with a smile, grinding gently back against Teddy, her short shorts leaving a lot of her pale skin exposed.
Teddy had no idea what Riley was talking to Billie about, and would have had a thermonuclear meltdown if he did. He'd never been a big fan of Billie's new, worldly college friend. Though, to be fair, it had never stopped him from checking her out now and again.
But any annoyance Teddy felt about Riley and Billie's chat evaporated when his girl sidled up against him. He could feel her wonderfully soft curves and the heat of her body through the thin layers of clothing, and couldn't help but smile. This was home.
"Yeah," Teddy offered on her suggestion they got to a party. "Maybe so." That was always his half-assed, indecisive answer to going out and doing things. Maybe so. Except they never did. There was always some reason not to for Teddy.
The college junior glanced down at his girl's bare legs with their elegant ink. He reached around her to lay a hand on her lower belly to push her ass closer to him. His prick stiffened in his clothes. Maybe they could keep this movie paused just a little longer....
And then? Then the door rattled. Teddy startled, years of PTSD kicking in, his eyes going to that knob like a fucking hawk. But it opened and it was just -- Oliver. Square-jawed, tattooed Oliver in his leather jacket and white v-neck tee and tight black jeans.
Teddy had only known Oli for a month, but though they were as different as night and day, they'd gotten along alright. Mostly that was because Oli had been gone most of the time, off playing gigs or partying. And when he was back at the suite, there was usually a girl with him.
Or under him.
"Oh, hey you two," the rocker said with an upnod, brow furrowed. "Shit, I'm interrupting, aren't I?" He squinted, as if to make sure everyone's clothes were still on.
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This can go a lot of different ways but theme wise very much into a cheating theme.
Would love to hear more character ideas too. I'm thinking there would be a bunch of males that our main gal will work her way through and fuck with.
Some range of characters would be her friend group, guys and gals…. people at college, fellow students and teachers…. The old bully that raped her and beat up her boyfriend….. boyfriends friend, boyfriends workplace colleagues or boss.
I'm thinking after she's cheated and fucked initially, that the best friend maybe let's the friend group know and in on it, perhaps telling the guys to go after her.
Some random scene ideas
- The girlfriend having some phone sex or something with her boyfriend while in reality she's sucking another man's cock but she's saying it's just a dildo or something to him
- I'm thinking there would be a few parties, one that they boyfriend attends so her friend has the idea of a type of trust type game. Where they see if he trusts her as she 'pretends' to fool around with a guy or two where the boyfriend has his vision blocked by either blindfolds or a towel that would obstruct his view. Or by the girlfriend and a guy disappearing to the next room
Can I Borrow Your Wife?
Dean admired his wife Billie as she slipped into her comfy pyjamas. He often wondered how he had ended up with such an attractive woman. He wasn't bad looking in fact many would have called him handsome. At 27 he was tall and trim from regular running, with mousy brown hair and a bright friendly face that put people at ease. The reason he was so surprised that a beautiful woman like Billie had married him was that he'd never been much good with women in the past. His problem was he was always so enamoured of them that he could never play it cool. He was so excited by beautiful women that he got flustered when trying to be anything more than their friend.
He had had a semi serious girlfriend and even a very drunk one night stand before he met Billie in his third year of Uni. They met through a mutual friend and really clicked. She had been with someone else when they met. Dean theorised that this was why he got on with her so easily as he didn't see a relationship happening so he hung out with her as a friend and never felt the pressure of having to come on to her.
Her relationship didn't last and one fateful night they hooked up at a house party. Billie had decided that she was going to have him that night and came on to him so aggressively that he didn't have a chance to get jittery before they were already doing it. That was it. From then on they hung out and fucked and come the end of Uni he got a flat and she moved in while she finished her final year.
Living together was a breeze and it was without hesitation that he proposed and she accepted with tears in her eyes. She had never expected to be a young bride but equally she always thought she was going to end up with jerks like the guys she had always been with before. She couldn't imagine finding a man who she loved spending time with as much as Dean.
Billie was 25 and had long straight blonde hair that had darkened as he became an adult from the bright blonde of her childhood but she had highlights in that kept it looking bright. She was on the shorter side of average height and very slim. As a kid she had always looked like a pencil but she'd been a bit of a tomboy and had given neighbourhood boys back as good as they gave. Now as an adult she had a model's physique with B cup breasts that looked large on her frame. Her legs were long and slender and her thighs had a little gap in between even when her knees were touching and a pert behind that guys always called cute.
Despite her figure she was healthy and ate well but that energy she had had as a kid had continued into her adult years. She loved to run with Dean but also hit the gym regularly and swam at least once per week. Back at Uni she had been a club monster and was out dancing two or three times per week. She had also burned a lot of her energy at that time with sex.
Billie was the opposite of Dean in that regard. Her tomboy personality had led her to get on well with boys and she quickly found that boys were attracted to girls who could play along with their games. Mixed with her natural good looks she found that she was never short of male attention and from the point of losing her virginity she had enjoyed sex but she avoided relationships. They got in the way and jealousy was such a pain to deal with so she kept it casual.
That was until she met Dean. She had just broken away from a guy who was trying to get clingy and needed a new cock to help her forget him. She had been getting on with Dean and when the opportunity arose to bed him she jumped on it. She'd seen him try to chat up girls and he was hopeless so she took the initiative.
The following morning they hung out and did it again. The sex was nice. Not mind blowing but good. It wasn't the sex though, she just felt comfortable with him in a way she had never felt before. For once she was just as interested in just being with him than partying.
After a year together he asked her to move in after he got a job and it just seemed right. It had probably saved her education as well. Being in a committed relationship in a flat away from the partying allowed her to knuckle down and get some work done and she came away with a good degree but whereas Dean had gone straight into a good position in the accounts department of a good company her marketing degree wasn't helping her out so much.
Eventually she landed a part time reception gig for an office complex. She knew she had got the job because she was pretty and had flirted with the interviewer as it had nothing to do with her qualifications but it was bringing in enough to cover her own expenses and give at least a little to the flat but things were tighter than they would have liked and she was constantly on the lookout for something she had trained in or at least a better pay-check.
She climbed into bed with her man and he held his arm out so she could rest her head on his chest. "I've got to drop the car into the garage tomorrow" she said laden with meaning.
Dean knew what she was getting it "I know it needs a lot doing to it but we can cope. We are just going to have to spread the payment out a bit. We'll be fine" he said as he stroked her silky hair.
"I could cancel my gym membership and run with you more" she said sleepily being lulled by his calming touch.
"Really my love we are going to be fine." It was going to be tight but he was a budgeting master, they may have to shop frugally for the next month or so but they could do it. Just then his phone buzzed and he reached over to get it. Billie protested at the slight movement of his chest which disturbed her "Huh" he said as he read the message.
"What is it" said Billie lifting her head slightly.
"Nothing serious, it's from Liam. It says he's in the area soon and wants to meet up."
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Dean set the table while Billie did the cooking. He was looking forward to seeing Liam, without him Dean's university life would have been pretty quiet and it was at his party that he had met Billie. The issue was that Liam had a very different view on the world to Dean and it sometimes caused a little friction.
This visit was a good example of that. Liam came from money and really had no concept of struggling to make ends meet. When Dean had called him to arrange meeting up Liam had instantly suggested going out to dinner and was throwing out restaurant names that Dean recognised as being pretty expensive. It had taken ages to convince him that they really couldn't afford to eat out at all let alone in a fancy restaurant. Eventually he got it "A quiet night in sounds great" he had announced in his big exuberant way. I'll bring the wine. I want to talk to you about something that might help with that money problem of yours." Dean had pushed him for more details but he jovially refused to say more.
Liam was like that but Dean had always appreciated him being a counterfoil to his own quieter, more nervous personality and had always let himself get swept up by his charisma. It had gotten them into trouble a few times which Dean now viewed as some of his fondest memories.
In return Dean was always there when Liam needed to knuckle down and do some work. It turned out that Liam's parents were pretty strict. They had made him go to university to study accountancy to teach him fiscal responsibility and while he loved to party and was certainly a ladies man, he also respected/feared his parents enough that he needed to do well. He would come, cap in hand to Dean asking for help on one subject or another and Dean would help him. Liam always had the good grace to take it seriously at those times and then after the test, essay or presentation was over he would drag Dean out for more fun and hi-jinx. After university they had lost touch a little as Dean focussed on work and Liam began whatever enterprise he had been working at.
There was a knock on the door and Dean rushed over to answer it. There he was, arms outstretched ready to hug and Dean found himself pulled into a hard, manly embrace. Liam's mother was Middle Eastern and his father was Scandinavian this had resulted in a son well above the average height with broad shoulders. His features were more on the European side but he had the black hair and tanned skin from his mother's side. His father would joke that he had kidnapped his mother on a Viking raid and there was definitely something of the Viking about Liam.
Liam came in and greeted Billie with a cheer as he picked her up and turned around with her nearly knocking things over in their modest apartment. Billie squealed and laughed at the big oaf and she punched him on the arm before going on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek and saying "Hello Liam, good to see you." The couple fussed around setting out dinner as Liam opened the no doubt expensive wine he had brought with him and they sat down to dinner.
Nobody mentioned the thing that Liam had wanted to discuss because they were too busy catching up and by the end of the meal they were one bottle of wine down and well on the way to polishing off the second. Liam was largely unaffected and Billie was holding it well but Dean was starting to move from merry to pissed. He really didn't drink much these days as he saw it as an unnecessary expense but Billie still drank semi regularly.
They had moved over to the living area and were slouched on comfortable chairs. Liam in an armchair and Billie was reclining against Dean on the sofa. Liam leaned forward after a natural break in the conversation and looked serious "I have something I need to discuss with you guys" he said. "I have a big favour to ask and if it's too much please say, I won't be offended."
Billie and Dean looked at each other with concern the effects of the wine lessened by the shift in tone. "What is it buddy" asked Dean.
Liam sighed and ran his hands over his face "I would like to borrow Billie" he announced.
"Borrow her for what?" asked Dean.
"I would like Billie to be my girlfriend."
They stared at him blankly.
"I should say I would like her to pretend to be my girlfriend" corrected Liam.
The couple nearly spat out their wine when he first said it but once he clarified it Billie laughed "Why do you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend?"
"Yea bud' I think we need a bit more context here."
"It's my damn parent's dude. I'm busy trying to set up my own businesses but they are on at me about settling down and finding a steady girl."
That made sense to Dean. He had met Liam's parents. His dad was strict about money and responsibility but pretty easy going about most other things. His mother was pretty conservative and didn't like his loose behaviour with women. She barely tolerated him wanting to be an entrepreneur preferring he had followed a more traditional route like Dean and she wanted him married or at the very least to stop playing around and to find a nice girl to be with and not the party girls he usually dated if he saw them more than once that was. "What are they wanting?" Dean asked.
"My big sister is getting married and my mum has been worse than ever" said Liam. "To shut her up I told her I was seeing a nice girl. That was fine for a few days but then she was pestering me for details and a picture so I went through my phone to find a picture of me with a girl to send her but none of them were particularly appropriate."
"Oh I can see where this is going" said Billie sitting up and leaning forward.
Liam made eye contact and gave a guilty shrug but continued the story. "I found a picture of me with a nice girl who was dressed nicely and didn't have too much makeup on who I looked relaxed and happy with. It was you from that garden party Jeff threw a couple of years ago so I sent her that. My god was she delighted and there were so many questions and, well, because I knew you so well I just used you as a template and told her all about you. So now we have this big pre wedding planning party to go to and I really need a date and maybe for the wedding?" His voice went up as he winced while making his request.
There was a pregnant pause where nobody said anything. Dean was fighting the alcohol to make sense of this stupid request but he was snapped out of it when Billie burst out laughing. "You stupid bastard" she said while laughing "I can't believe you put yourself in these situations. Just tell her we broke up, probably because you cheated on me with a stripper."
"I would but she is being a nightmare. She won't leave me alone and I am trying to set up some businesses that she wouldn't strictly approve of. A lovely girlfriend for her to fawn over will distract her long enough that I can get things running and hopefully she doesn't find out but if she does and persuades my dad to cut me off it won't matter because I'll be solvent. It's only the wedding and a couple of meetups, please" he begged putting his hands together and giving them both puppy dog eyes which he managed to do very well considering his size.
Dean's head was fuzzy with wine and he couldn't quite get it "So you take Billie to meet your family and pass her off as your girlfriend until after the wedding?"
"That's the gist of it" confirmed Liam.
Dean rubbed his temples "Exactly how far does she have to go to prove it?"
Liam laughed "Yes I get your point. I don't think my parents are expecting a leaked sex tape if that's what you are getting at but yes we would have to be comfortable with casual contact and maybe even share a kiss and definitely share a room." Liam could see that Dean looked uncomfortable. "If you think of it as an acting job which it kind of is, then it's not eleven as much as a lot of actors do in films" he added trying to persuade him. "I'd consider it like a job too. I'd be taking up your spare time Billie so I'd pay you."
"Doesn't that kind of make me a bit like a whore?" asked Billie seriously.
"Or like an actress" Liam reiterated with a cheeky grin.
Dean turned to Billie and asked "What do you think about all this?"
"Honestly I think Liam is a silly prick for getting himself in this situation," she said exasperated "but I was looking for another job to fill in between my current one and I could think of worse jobs." She sighed, leaned back and crossed her arms "In theory I'm happy to do it but I'm not sure you are" she gestured to Dean.
"What do you mean?" he asked, a little hurt.
"I mean men have delicate egos' and I am not prepared to risk damaging our marriage for a little cash. If you think you can deal with me disappearing for a couple of nights with another man and you'll have no idea what we are up to then go ahead. If you can't take it then just say no and I'll find another job."
Dean went quiet as he thought. All eyes were on him but he wasn't aware of their stares as he searched his feelings. He wanted to help his friend and they needed some extra income. These were good enough reasons to say yes. What was Billie thinking questioning his confidence in her and Liam? Did she think he didn't trust her? Still, those things she said did give him pause…
Dean admired his wife Billie as she slipped into her comfy pyjamas. He often wondered how he had ended up with such an attractive woman. He wasn't bad looking in fact many would have called him handsome. At 27 he was tall and trim from regular running, with mousy brown hair and a bright friendly face that put people at ease. The reason he was so surprised that a beautiful woman like Billie had married him was that he'd never been much good with women in the past. His problem was he was always so enamoured of them that he could never play it cool. He was so excited by beautiful women that he got flustered when trying to be anything more than their friend.
He had had a semi serious girlfriend and even a very drunk one night stand before he met Billie in his third year of Uni. They met through a mutual friend and really clicked. She had been with someone else when they met. Dean theorised that this was why he got on with her so easily as he didn't see a relationship happening so he hung out with her as a friend and never felt the pressure of having to come on to her.
Her relationship didn't last and one fateful night they hooked up at a house party. Billie had decided that she was going to have him that night and came on to him so aggressively that he didn't have a chance to get jittery before they were already doing it. That was it. From then on they hung out and fucked and come the end of Uni he got a flat and she moved in while she finished her final year.
Living together was a breeze and it was without hesitation that he proposed and she accepted with tears in her eyes. She had never expected to be a young bride but equally she always thought she was going to end up with jerks like the guys she had always been with before. She couldn't imagine finding a man who she loved spending time with as much as Dean.
Billie was 25 and had long straight blonde hair that had darkened as he became an adult from the bright blonde of her childhood but she had highlights in that kept it looking bright. She was on the shorter side of average height and very slim. As a kid she had always looked like a pencil but she'd been a bit of a tomboy and had given neighbourhood boys back as good as they gave. Now as an adult she had a model's physique with B cup breasts that looked large on her frame. Her legs were long and slender and her thighs had a little gap in between even when her knees were touching and a pert behind that guys always called cute.
Despite her figure she was healthy and ate well but that energy she had had as a kid had continued into her adult years. She loved to run with Dean but also hit the gym regularly and swam at least once per week. Back at Uni she had been a club monster and was out dancing two or three times per week. She had also burned a lot of her energy at that time with sex.
Billie was the opposite of Dean in that regard. Her tomboy personality had led her to get on well with boys and she quickly found that boys were attracted to girls who could play along with their games. Mixed with her natural good looks she found that she was never short of male attention and from the point of losing her virginity she had enjoyed sex but she avoided relationships. They got in the way and jealousy was such a pain to deal with so she kept it casual.
That was until she met Dean. She had just broken away from a guy who was trying to get clingy and needed a new cock to help her forget him. She had been getting on with Dean and when the opportunity arose to bed him she jumped on it. She'd seen him try to chat up girls and he was hopeless so she took the initiative.
The following morning they hung out and did it again. The sex was nice. Not mind blowing but good. It wasn't the sex though, she just felt comfortable with him in a way she had never felt before. For once she was just as interested in just being with him than partying.
After a year together he asked her to move in after he got a job and it just seemed right. It had probably saved her education as well. Being in a committed relationship in a flat away from the partying allowed her to knuckle down and get some work done and she came away with a good degree but whereas Dean had gone straight into a good position in the accounts department of a good company her marketing degree wasn't helping her out so much.
Eventually she landed a part time reception gig for an office complex. She knew she had got the job because she was pretty and had flirted with the interviewer as it had nothing to do with her qualifications but it was bringing in enough to cover her own expenses and give at least a little to the flat but things were tighter than they would have liked and she was constantly on the lookout for something she had trained in or at least a better pay-check.
She climbed into bed with her man and he held his arm out so she could rest her head on his chest. "I've got to drop the car into the garage tomorrow" she said laden with meaning.
Dean knew what she was getting it "I know it needs a lot doing to it but we can cope. We are just going to have to spread the payment out a bit. We'll be fine" he said as he stroked her silky hair.
"I could cancel my gym membership and run with you more" she said sleepily being lulled by his calming touch.
"Really my love we are going to be fine." It was going to be tight but he was a budgeting master, they may have to shop frugally for the next month or so but they could do it. Just then his phone buzzed and he reached over to get it. Billie protested at the slight movement of his chest which disturbed her "Huh" he said as he read the message.
"What is it" said Billie lifting her head slightly.
"Nothing serious, it's from Liam. It says he's in the area soon and wants to meet up."
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Dean set the table while Billie did the cooking. He was looking forward to seeing Liam, without him Dean's university life would have been pretty quiet and it was at his party that he had met Billie. The issue was that Liam had a very different view on the world to Dean and it sometimes caused a little friction.
This visit was a good example of that. Liam came from money and really had no concept of struggling to make ends meet. When Dean had called him to arrange meeting up Liam had instantly suggested going out to dinner and was throwing out restaurant names that Dean recognised as being pretty expensive. It had taken ages to convince him that they really couldn't afford to eat out at all let alone in a fancy restaurant. Eventually he got it "A quiet night in sounds great" he had announced in his big exuberant way. I'll bring the wine. I want to talk to you about something that might help with that money problem of yours." Dean had pushed him for more details but he jovially refused to say more.
Liam was like that but Dean had always appreciated him being a counterfoil to his own quieter, more nervous personality and had always let himself get swept up by his charisma. It had gotten them into trouble a few times which Dean now viewed as some of his fondest memories.
In return Dean was always there when Liam needed to knuckle down and do some work. It turned out that Liam's parents were pretty strict. They had made him go to university to study accountancy to teach him fiscal responsibility and while he loved to party and was certainly a ladies man, he also respected/feared his parents enough that he needed to do well. He would come, cap in hand to Dean asking for help on one subject or another and Dean would help him. Liam always had the good grace to take it seriously at those times and then after the test, essay or presentation was over he would drag Dean out for more fun and hi-jinx. After university they had lost touch a little as Dean focussed on work and Liam began whatever enterprise he had been working at.
There was a knock on the door and Dean rushed over to answer it. There he was, arms outstretched ready to hug and Dean found himself pulled into a hard, manly embrace. Liam's mother was Middle Eastern and his father was Scandinavian this had resulted in a son well above the average height with broad shoulders. His features were more on the European side but he had the black hair and tanned skin from his mother's side. His father would joke that he had kidnapped his mother on a Viking raid and there was definitely something of the Viking about Liam.
Liam came in and greeted Billie with a cheer as he picked her up and turned around with her nearly knocking things over in their modest apartment. Billie squealed and laughed at the big oaf and she punched him on the arm before going on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek and saying "Hello Liam, good to see you." The couple fussed around setting out dinner as Liam opened the no doubt expensive wine he had brought with him and they sat down to dinner.
Nobody mentioned the thing that Liam had wanted to discuss because they were too busy catching up and by the end of the meal they were one bottle of wine down and well on the way to polishing off the second. Liam was largely unaffected and Billie was holding it well but Dean was starting to move from merry to pissed. He really didn't drink much these days as he saw it as an unnecessary expense but Billie still drank semi regularly.
They had moved over to the living area and were slouched on comfortable chairs. Liam in an armchair and Billie was reclining against Dean on the sofa. Liam leaned forward after a natural break in the conversation and looked serious "I have something I need to discuss with you guys" he said. "I have a big favour to ask and if it's too much please say, I won't be offended."
Billie and Dean looked at each other with concern the effects of the wine lessened by the shift in tone. "What is it buddy" asked Dean.
Liam sighed and ran his hands over his face "I would like to borrow Billie" he announced.
"Borrow her for what?" asked Dean.
"I would like Billie to be my girlfriend."
They stared at him blankly.
"I should say I would like her to pretend to be my girlfriend" corrected Liam.
The couple nearly spat out their wine when he first said it but once he clarified it Billie laughed "Why do you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend?"
"Yea bud' I think we need a bit more context here."
"It's my damn parent's dude. I'm busy trying to set up my own businesses but they are on at me about settling down and finding a steady girl."
That made sense to Dean. He had met Liam's parents. His dad was strict about money and responsibility but pretty easy going about most other things. His mother was pretty conservative and didn't like his loose behaviour with women. She barely tolerated him wanting to be an entrepreneur preferring he had followed a more traditional route like Dean and she wanted him married or at the very least to stop playing around and to find a nice girl to be with and not the party girls he usually dated if he saw them more than once that was. "What are they wanting?" Dean asked.
"My big sister is getting married and my mum has been worse than ever" said Liam. "To shut her up I told her I was seeing a nice girl. That was fine for a few days but then she was pestering me for details and a picture so I went through my phone to find a picture of me with a girl to send her but none of them were particularly appropriate."
"Oh I can see where this is going" said Billie sitting up and leaning forward.
Liam made eye contact and gave a guilty shrug but continued the story. "I found a picture of me with a nice girl who was dressed nicely and didn't have too much makeup on who I looked relaxed and happy with. It was you from that garden party Jeff threw a couple of years ago so I sent her that. My god was she delighted and there were so many questions and, well, because I knew you so well I just used you as a template and told her all about you. So now we have this big pre wedding planning party to go to and I really need a date and maybe for the wedding?" His voice went up as he winced while making his request.
There was a pregnant pause where nobody said anything. Dean was fighting the alcohol to make sense of this stupid request but he was snapped out of it when Billie burst out laughing. "You stupid bastard" she said while laughing "I can't believe you put yourself in these situations. Just tell her we broke up, probably because you cheated on me with a stripper."
"I would but she is being a nightmare. She won't leave me alone and I am trying to set up some businesses that she wouldn't strictly approve of. A lovely girlfriend for her to fawn over will distract her long enough that I can get things running and hopefully she doesn't find out but if she does and persuades my dad to cut me off it won't matter because I'll be solvent. It's only the wedding and a couple of meetups, please" he begged putting his hands together and giving them both puppy dog eyes which he managed to do very well considering his size.
Dean's head was fuzzy with wine and he couldn't quite get it "So you take Billie to meet your family and pass her off as your girlfriend until after the wedding?"
"That's the gist of it" confirmed Liam.
Dean rubbed his temples "Exactly how far does she have to go to prove it?"
Liam laughed "Yes I get your point. I don't think my parents are expecting a leaked sex tape if that's what you are getting at but yes we would have to be comfortable with casual contact and maybe even share a kiss and definitely share a room." Liam could see that Dean looked uncomfortable. "If you think of it as an acting job which it kind of is, then it's not eleven as much as a lot of actors do in films" he added trying to persuade him. "I'd consider it like a job too. I'd be taking up your spare time Billie so I'd pay you."
"Doesn't that kind of make me a bit like a whore?" asked Billie seriously.
"Or like an actress" Liam reiterated with a cheeky grin.
Dean turned to Billie and asked "What do you think about all this?"
"Honestly I think Liam is a silly prick for getting himself in this situation," she said exasperated "but I was looking for another job to fill in between my current one and I could think of worse jobs." She sighed, leaned back and crossed her arms "In theory I'm happy to do it but I'm not sure you are" she gestured to Dean.
"What do you mean?" he asked, a little hurt.
"I mean men have delicate egos' and I am not prepared to risk damaging our marriage for a little cash. If you think you can deal with me disappearing for a couple of nights with another man and you'll have no idea what we are up to then go ahead. If you can't take it then just say no and I'll find another job."
Dean went quiet as he thought. All eyes were on him but he wasn't aware of their stares as he searched his feelings. He wanted to help his friend and they needed some extra income. These were good enough reasons to say yes. What was Billie thinking questioning his confidence in her and Liam? Did she think he didn't trust her? Still, those things she said did give him pause…
*Somehow... I'm still alive.*
Anguished moans and groans carried on the still air like the whispers of Death itself. They were subtle and muffled, but always close enough to remind you: this was hell and there was no escape. Jill Valentine had relegated the hellish sounds to white noise. A late September heatwave did its best to suffocate her with an ever-present humidity that clung to her like a plastic bag over her head. Even after the sun had gone down, it was warm enough for Jill to almost wish she was wearing a skirt and tube top.
Raccoon City had deteriorated into what looked like a war-torn, third-world country. Jill steadied her breath, as she walked the long, twisting alleyways of the middling metropolis. The main streets were a mess of abandoned and ruined cars and shambling mindless husks. Several city blocks were still up in flames and were still slowly spreading. She moved cautiously and smoothly, her Beretta 92F Custom at the ready, and a flashlight held securely underneath. Every so often distant pops of gunfire told her that she was not completely alone, and each time she would stop and try to gauge just where it had come from.
Jill resisted the urge to hold her breath, as she tried to ignore just how loud her steps seemed to sound on the concrete. Boarded windows and doors pass by to her left and right, and with each one she passed she could almost imagine a mangled hand breaking through the crummy wood to grab hold of her.
Just ahead was a series of steps leading down. She took a deep breath as she approached. The cone of her flashlight revealed a trail of blood that lead down. Carefully she avoided stepping in the mess as she took each step. A landing revealed that the stairway had a bend that likely lead lower. She stopped at the corner, where the upper set of stairs ended, and peered around it. Just feet away was the shambling form of a man in a blood-soaked t-shirt. His eyes were milky white, and his jaw hung down from his face, which was connected only by red viscera. A blood curdling growl escaped the man, as his arms thrust forward.
"Shit!" Jill hissed, as the thing made a lunge for her. Quickly she whipped back around the corner, and the zombie tripped into the landing wall. A wet crunch filled the air as the zombie's face smashed against old, weathered brick. Honed reflexes brought her pistol to point at the thing before it could even get up. Like thunder, the pistol discharged. The 9mm Parabellum rounds tore through the zombie's skull with ease. Bone and brain matter sprayed across the wall like a Jackson Pollack painting. The three shots were destructive enough to reduce the zombie's face to mangled gore. It slumped un-moving, ass in the air, but Jill knew better than to assume it terminated.
Somewhere down below she could hear the clatter and noise of more. They were coming. Quickly she brought her boot down on what was left of the zombie's head. Its skull crunched on the heel of her black boot, and only then was she satisfied to know it would not return to bite her from behind. She whipped around to point her flashlight and pistol down the steps. Her best bet would be to group them up, wait for them to come into her line of sight and mow them down.
A costly solution for her dwindling supply of ammunition.
She clicked her tongue in annoyance, and then turned to return the way she had come. Her cautious pace quickened. Broken glass crunched on the weight of her steps, as her blue eyes followed the bob of her flashlight down the alley. Jill knew she had to move quickly, to put as much space between herself and zombies as she could.
Splat!
The breath caught in her chest, as the wet splat echoed off the graffiti covered brick walls. It had only been a blur to her eyes, a black shape that fell less than a dozen feet ahead of her. The cone of her flashlight fell on it, as she came to a stop. Her boots scrapped against the cement before she looked at the bloody mess smeared across the cracked and weed laden cement. It had been a woman.
What remained of her yellow sundress was stained red with blood. The tattered cloth did nothing to cover most of her back, where deep finger gouges had created festering and oozing wounds. A pool of blood began to form under her, originating from her skull which had cracked open like a dropped melon. Jill's heart slammed wildly in her chest, as she took in the gruesome sight.
Don't freeze! Stay focused!
Jill tore her eyes from the gore, and up to the sky. The whistling of flailing limbs hurdling through the air and flapping clothes filled the alley. With awe she watched the bodies tumble over the edge of the apartment building roof. One after another they landed atop of the woman. Slowly they landed closer, and Jill was forced to walk backwards.
"You're kidding me," Jill muttered, as she kept her eyes up, flashlight straining to reach the top of the buildings on either side of her. Then there was a loud bang to her right. She spun around just in time for a door to come loose from its hinges. She ducked low and jumped to the side, as the hunk of wood slammed against the opposite wall with a crack. A thong of moaning zombies tumbled through. They collapsed onto the ground in a moaning mass as another body fell from the sky onto them.
Jill stumbled into a series of trashcans, as she lost her balance. Noisily the cans clattered to the ground, as she landed hard on her side. Dull pain shot through her hip, as she flailed at the overturned cans to pull herself up to her feet. Frantically she flashed her light in the direction of the door, and at the zombies that began to right themselves. "Fuck!" She muttered, as she scrambled to her feet, and whipped around to run the other way.
Just fifteen feet away were the zombies she had attracted earlier on the steps. There were no less than six of them, nearly shoulder to shoulder as they staggered their way towards the noise. She came to a skidding stop and raised her pistol at them. Adrenaline surged through her body, and in the moment, she felt weightless and sharp. Jill squeezed the trigger, as nearly a decade of drills and training kicked in.
The bobbing bodies jerked and twitched, as she placed her shots. Hot bits of metal tore through cartilage and flesh, and bones were grazed and cracked. A wet crunch blew out the knee of the lead zombie after her shot had compromised it. The crowd behind him fell forward over him, tripping at the sudden halt in momentum.
*7 shots left.*
Jill turned back around, only to find that the door zombies were already crawling and stumbling towards her. She fired again, repeating her strategy to slow their advance. She knew she couldn't kill them all, that she had only one last magazine and that it would never be enough. There were no less than a dozen of them. Her heart pounded, as she looked around desperately for some hope of survival.
A gasp escaped her, as she spotted the fire escape overhead. She stuffed her flashlight away on her tactical harness and leapt up to take hold of the ladder with one hand. Her fingers curled around the bottom rung of the rusted ladder, but before she could thrust her pistol into her holster, something took hold of her boot. Jill let out a strained cry, as she tried to keep her grip, her weight supported by only one arm. The zombie was on its knees, chomping up at her ankles, as it tried to stand up and get at her leg.
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The general idea for the pairing is that, after an early encounter with Jill, a blow to the head scrambles his programing. He's free from doing what Umbrella created him to do. Umbrella discovers this and sends two T-103s after it. Damaged from the encounter with Jill, the Nemesis is feeling a little out matched (although I assume the Nemesis could actually, eventually defeat two T-103s.).
In order to survive, it decides to find the prey that keep escaping him: Jill. If he can use Jill, then he would have a better chance of surviving the gauntlet that Umbrella is throwing at him.
This will naturally lead to some sexual interaction. From Jill's perspective, she suddenly has a grotesque and awful protector. The stress of the situation will cause her to bond with the thing, to feel safe and comfortable with it around. Only helps that the first, horrific sexual encounter was... well not so bad.
I am thinking that firstly, Jill encounters a regular human survivor somewhere that save her. They bond a bit which could form a weird triangle between this guy and Nemesis at some point.
Also down for other Resident Evil ideas.
Anguished moans and groans carried on the still air like the whispers of Death itself. They were subtle and muffled, but always close enough to remind you: this was hell and there was no escape. Jill Valentine had relegated the hellish sounds to white noise. A late September heatwave did its best to suffocate her with an ever-present humidity that clung to her like a plastic bag over her head. Even after the sun had gone down, it was warm enough for Jill to almost wish she was wearing a skirt and tube top.
Raccoon City had deteriorated into what looked like a war-torn, third-world country. Jill steadied her breath, as she walked the long, twisting alleyways of the middling metropolis. The main streets were a mess of abandoned and ruined cars and shambling mindless husks. Several city blocks were still up in flames and were still slowly spreading. She moved cautiously and smoothly, her Beretta 92F Custom at the ready, and a flashlight held securely underneath. Every so often distant pops of gunfire told her that she was not completely alone, and each time she would stop and try to gauge just where it had come from.
Jill resisted the urge to hold her breath, as she tried to ignore just how loud her steps seemed to sound on the concrete. Boarded windows and doors pass by to her left and right, and with each one she passed she could almost imagine a mangled hand breaking through the crummy wood to grab hold of her.
Just ahead was a series of steps leading down. She took a deep breath as she approached. The cone of her flashlight revealed a trail of blood that lead down. Carefully she avoided stepping in the mess as she took each step. A landing revealed that the stairway had a bend that likely lead lower. She stopped at the corner, where the upper set of stairs ended, and peered around it. Just feet away was the shambling form of a man in a blood-soaked t-shirt. His eyes were milky white, and his jaw hung down from his face, which was connected only by red viscera. A blood curdling growl escaped the man, as his arms thrust forward.
"Shit!" Jill hissed, as the thing made a lunge for her. Quickly she whipped back around the corner, and the zombie tripped into the landing wall. A wet crunch filled the air as the zombie's face smashed against old, weathered brick. Honed reflexes brought her pistol to point at the thing before it could even get up. Like thunder, the pistol discharged. The 9mm Parabellum rounds tore through the zombie's skull with ease. Bone and brain matter sprayed across the wall like a Jackson Pollack painting. The three shots were destructive enough to reduce the zombie's face to mangled gore. It slumped un-moving, ass in the air, but Jill knew better than to assume it terminated.
Somewhere down below she could hear the clatter and noise of more. They were coming. Quickly she brought her boot down on what was left of the zombie's head. Its skull crunched on the heel of her black boot, and only then was she satisfied to know it would not return to bite her from behind. She whipped around to point her flashlight and pistol down the steps. Her best bet would be to group them up, wait for them to come into her line of sight and mow them down.
A costly solution for her dwindling supply of ammunition.
She clicked her tongue in annoyance, and then turned to return the way she had come. Her cautious pace quickened. Broken glass crunched on the weight of her steps, as her blue eyes followed the bob of her flashlight down the alley. Jill knew she had to move quickly, to put as much space between herself and zombies as she could.
Splat!
The breath caught in her chest, as the wet splat echoed off the graffiti covered brick walls. It had only been a blur to her eyes, a black shape that fell less than a dozen feet ahead of her. The cone of her flashlight fell on it, as she came to a stop. Her boots scrapped against the cement before she looked at the bloody mess smeared across the cracked and weed laden cement. It had been a woman.
What remained of her yellow sundress was stained red with blood. The tattered cloth did nothing to cover most of her back, where deep finger gouges had created festering and oozing wounds. A pool of blood began to form under her, originating from her skull which had cracked open like a dropped melon. Jill's heart slammed wildly in her chest, as she took in the gruesome sight.
Don't freeze! Stay focused!
Jill tore her eyes from the gore, and up to the sky. The whistling of flailing limbs hurdling through the air and flapping clothes filled the alley. With awe she watched the bodies tumble over the edge of the apartment building roof. One after another they landed atop of the woman. Slowly they landed closer, and Jill was forced to walk backwards.
"You're kidding me," Jill muttered, as she kept her eyes up, flashlight straining to reach the top of the buildings on either side of her. Then there was a loud bang to her right. She spun around just in time for a door to come loose from its hinges. She ducked low and jumped to the side, as the hunk of wood slammed against the opposite wall with a crack. A thong of moaning zombies tumbled through. They collapsed onto the ground in a moaning mass as another body fell from the sky onto them.
Jill stumbled into a series of trashcans, as she lost her balance. Noisily the cans clattered to the ground, as she landed hard on her side. Dull pain shot through her hip, as she flailed at the overturned cans to pull herself up to her feet. Frantically she flashed her light in the direction of the door, and at the zombies that began to right themselves. "Fuck!" She muttered, as she scrambled to her feet, and whipped around to run the other way.
Just fifteen feet away were the zombies she had attracted earlier on the steps. There were no less than six of them, nearly shoulder to shoulder as they staggered their way towards the noise. She came to a skidding stop and raised her pistol at them. Adrenaline surged through her body, and in the moment, she felt weightless and sharp. Jill squeezed the trigger, as nearly a decade of drills and training kicked in.
The bobbing bodies jerked and twitched, as she placed her shots. Hot bits of metal tore through cartilage and flesh, and bones were grazed and cracked. A wet crunch blew out the knee of the lead zombie after her shot had compromised it. The crowd behind him fell forward over him, tripping at the sudden halt in momentum.
*7 shots left.*
Jill turned back around, only to find that the door zombies were already crawling and stumbling towards her. She fired again, repeating her strategy to slow their advance. She knew she couldn't kill them all, that she had only one last magazine and that it would never be enough. There were no less than a dozen of them. Her heart pounded, as she looked around desperately for some hope of survival.
A gasp escaped her, as she spotted the fire escape overhead. She stuffed her flashlight away on her tactical harness and leapt up to take hold of the ladder with one hand. Her fingers curled around the bottom rung of the rusted ladder, but before she could thrust her pistol into her holster, something took hold of her boot. Jill let out a strained cry, as she tried to keep her grip, her weight supported by only one arm. The zombie was on its knees, chomping up at her ankles, as it tried to stand up and get at her leg.
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The general idea for the pairing is that, after an early encounter with Jill, a blow to the head scrambles his programing. He's free from doing what Umbrella created him to do. Umbrella discovers this and sends two T-103s after it. Damaged from the encounter with Jill, the Nemesis is feeling a little out matched (although I assume the Nemesis could actually, eventually defeat two T-103s.).
In order to survive, it decides to find the prey that keep escaping him: Jill. If he can use Jill, then he would have a better chance of surviving the gauntlet that Umbrella is throwing at him.
This will naturally lead to some sexual interaction. From Jill's perspective, she suddenly has a grotesque and awful protector. The stress of the situation will cause her to bond with the thing, to feel safe and comfortable with it around. Only helps that the first, horrific sexual encounter was... well not so bad.
I am thinking that firstly, Jill encounters a regular human survivor somewhere that save her. They bond a bit which could form a weird triangle between this guy and Nemesis at some point.
Also down for other Resident Evil ideas.
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