Along came a spider

[dirtybelle]

It was Violet's senior year at the university. She was what others would call a bookworm. Her nose constantly in her studies, hardly anytime for social experiences. If you wanted to find her you could look two places, her dorm or the library. She sat at the same table everyday, in the back secluded away from everyone else. It wasn't that she wasn't friendly; she was just concentrated on keeping her scholarship and graduating sigma cum laude, at the top of her class.

Her room mate for three years, Katie, was everything Violet wasn't, beautiful and a social butterfly. It wasn't that Violet wasn't pretty, she was just your unconventional pretty. Violet, was tall, close to 6'0 with pale skin and piercing gray eyes. Large hips and breasts and a southern twang, that was hard to get rid of. Katie was short, petite, the typical blonde and blue eye types. Katie was constantly going to football games and frat parties on campus. Frequently, bringing her catches back home to their dorm. Katie, was a sweetheart though. She wanted to make Violet more social and spunky like her.

Coming in late from the library one night, Violet headed to the kitchen to find a poptart.
"Vi, you are going to a party with me tonight night, like it or not." she proclaimed.
"Oh, no I'm not, I have to study for my Lit final..... go on with out me, you will have more fun anyway." Vi insisted.
"Too bad, your going, I've already got your outfit ready...and you already are prepared for your class...." she kept on going.
Violet exhaled, knowing she was going to get her way one way or another.
"Fine, I will make an appearance." Vi gave in.
Jumping up and down in victory Katie hugged Violet enthusiastically.
"Good, let me show you what you are going to wear."

Taking Violet by the hand Katie led the way to her room. Laying on the bed was her black skirt, short and fitting to her hips. The top was a red, v-neck, with no sleeves. She even had the underwear picked out. Zebra-stripped, black and white with red lacey trim...matching bra and panties.

"I can't wear that, people will see me."
"O yes you are, now get dressed."

Obeying Vi took off her jeans, sweater, and other undergarments and got dressed, while Katie got her makeup in order.
Glancing in her full-length mirror, Vi saw nothing, but failure.
Katie whistled, "Am I good or what?"
"I guess so." Sitting on the bed Katie applied her makeup. Not too much, but just enough to enhance her full-cheeck bones and Brooke Shield eyebrows.

Katie applied her with her fancy perfume and red, high-heel shoes.
"You're ready, let's go. We are going to the Kappa party tonight....and if I happen to come home with someone you can stay in the common room."

"Fine, whatever you say." Violet stayed in the common room quite a bit.

Walking down to the Kappa house Violet noticed the kegs on the trucks and red Solo cups being passed around. She was nervous. They walked into the house and Katie automatically found her catch for the night, President of the Kappas. Yep, Katie thought to herself, couch in the common room for me tonight. Katie kissed Vi's cheek and was off.

Vi, was passed a cup of beer and she drank. Surveying the room Vi noticed a few people from her previous classes at the university, but hardly anyone from the library. Big shocker there!

There was the blonde from Biology who was having a Kappa take shots off her stomach. There was Kevin from her American Literature class there, playing beer pong, and loosing.

Then she felt it, a tingle as if someone was watching her, she turned to the left and saw him. Eric. Eric was the man of her dreams. He came to the library a few times, but they never spoke. A few casual glances and courteous smiles, but that was it. He wasn't looking at her, he never was. Eric was tall, about 6'5, muscular, green eyes, and brown hair, with a smile that could kill. She wasn't his type.

She went into the other room and found the guy playing cd's and a few other people chatting it up. She felt it again, that tingle. Someone was watching her. Turning again, she saw no one. Calm down Vi, you are imagining things. Taking a sip of her beer she saw that it was empty. She walked towards the kitchen, trying not to fall in her shoes she couldn't find the trash can, so she left it on the table, which was covered in cups, some filled, most empty. She went to the beer guy another Kappa who was wearing a beer hat with one on each side gave her another with a wink. She smiled and went to the couch. She smiled a few girls who were congregating on the love seat, they were dressed a little more scandalous than she. "Nice shoes," one said. "Thanks," Vi replied smiling. That was it, looking into her cup she reached up to her neck as if to rub is, like it was irritated she felt it again. Turning slowly she saw nothing.

Getting up Violet needed to be alone, she walked up the steps being careful not to spill her drink on anyone or bump anyone either. Luckily there was no line for the bathroom. She washed her hands and looked at herself in the mirror. Calm down, you are imagining things. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.

Exiting the bathroom Vi, searched for an unoccupied room to clear her head. The first room she heard moaning and screaming from the inside, it was...occupied and could be for quite some time apparently.
The next was locked. O no, they are all probably occupied and full of people having fun. She went to the last room on the left praying it was open. It was. Thank God. Opening it slowly there were no lights, but she could make out a bed and desk with a lamp on it. It appeared to be unoccupied. She closed the door and locked it, wanting a moment of privacy. She sat on the bed and turned on the desk lamp. Rubbing her temples clockwise, Violet looked down at her shoes, not bothering to survey the room.

Suddenly, she felt it again. That tingly feeling. Turning she saw it. an outline of a person. Standing promptly facing the person.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here," the stranger said, while walking in front of the door. There was no escape. "looks like the spider has caught a butterfly in his web." That voice, she knew that voice.

Eric.

**Looking for a male to play this part....pm me if interested.**

 

[dirtybelle]

*Bump!

 

[dirtybelle]

*bump again!

 

[trojank]

*bump again!

I should be up for this lol

 

[lovingfingers]

Eric leaned against the door and crossed his arms. His eyes wandered up and down Violet's body, taking in the curves that were ordinarily hidden beneath bulkier clothes. "So what brings you to my room?" he asked.

Violet considered everything she had heard and, putting aside the comment about spiders, composed herself. "I'm sorry. I needed to use the restroom and got turned around. I was just looking for a quiet space."

Eric smiled and took a step towards her. "Very quiet here. Another beer?" he asked, his look predatory.

 

[dirtybelle]

"Ok." she sheepishly says. She takes it from him, but still keeps her distance. She can't believe that he's talking to her. They've never spoken before until now. Now she don't know what to say. It's her third beer she knew she shouldn't take it, she sips it slowly and looks at Eric.

"Is this your room?" she asks curiously.

 

[lovingfingers]

Eric laughed, "Yeah, my room for the night. I'm buddies with one of the guys here and he offered me crash space. I live off campus." He opens a beer for himself and sits down on the chair by the desk. Looking around, he adds, "rather spartan, isn't it?"

Violet smiled, replying, "Utilitarian maybe. I somehow think of Spartan as being a rather rugged style, with more leather."

"If we are to believe Tacitus, they slept on rocks, in the nude," he quipped, with the slightest emphasis on the word nude.

Violets eyes widened a touch. "You've read Tacitus?" she asked.

"Western Civ," Eric shrugged, "so, it seems like I always see you at the library. What's your major?"

 

[lovingfingers]

As they chatted, Eric kept checking her out. Why hadn't he noticed her before?? Of course, she never dressed like this when going to the library. But she was clearly decked out now. From his vantage point, he enjoyed the way her skirt clung to her hips and the bulge of her breasts beneath her top. And deliciously tall...

Motioning towards the bed, he said, "Have a seat."

She hesitated, then sat down on the bed. Eric tried not to grin as her skirt rode up her legs. He caught a glimpse of her panties before she primly crossed her legs.

 

[dirtybelle]

Sitting at the desk and crossing her legs. Violet took the time to look at Eric. He looked different up close than what he did far away. Far away she memorized the way he walked, the way he motioned with his hands....she knew him.

If only he knew her, he probably didn't even know her name.
Why was he being so friendly now?

"So, what's your major Eric?"

 

[lovingfingers]

"Sports medicine, Violet," he replied, slightly formally using her name, "I'm concentrating in massage therapy. There's a lot to it."

He thought he saw her react when he spoke her name. He had bumped into Katie earlier in the evening and asked her about her friend. Katie had giggled and told him, asking if he was interested. He had smiled, almost innocently.

Violet, feeling rather bold with the beer, playfully asked, "Massage therapy? So you spend your class time running your hands over hot bodies?"

Eric laughed, "Yeah, I wish. Most of the time, it is older faculty or other classmates. We are 'encouraged' to practice on friends, but most of my guy friends would be too weirded out by it and most of my girl friends would think I was starting something."

 

[dirtybelle]

Eric, the masseuse, Violet thought to herself. She wouldn't mind those hands on her.
"Well, I will be glad to be your class dummy." she said and gave a giggle, that implied shew as kidding, but she was a little serious.

"So when did you know you want to do that?" she asked.

She was getting more and more curious about Eric.

 

[lovingfingers]

"Really?" Eric asked, "I... that would be great." He paused, his body temperature rising at the thought of touching her.

Getting back on track, he continued, "I've been pretty active in sports and have had a few injuries, some of which were not treated well, so it got me interested in sports medicine. I am pretty good with my hands, so it seemed natural."

"I, uh, did notice you rubbing your neck downstairs," he said hopefully.

 

[lovingfingers]

Eric paused and chastised himself. "Don't act so damn eager," he thought. But as his cock grew in his pants, he had to admit to himself that he was eager. It was part discovering that the girl he had seen in the library, always dressed in clothes that hid her body, was really hot. And part of it was that she reminded him a little of Helen.

He had lost his virginity to a young mother he had met at one of his parents' parties. Her husband had been out of town, and when her car wouldn't start, his parents had him drive her home. She convinced him to come in and stay while she put the baby to bed. He was sitting on the couch in the living room when she returned, naked. She walked over and straddled him, pressing her big breasts to his face, grinding her curvy hips against him. She fucked him twice, riding him hard, milking his cock, then sent him home.

The next day, she acted as though nothing had happened and never spoke of it. Eric would never forget it. And while he had slept with a number of women in college, it never felt as intense.

But as he looked at Violet, at the lines and curves of her body, he found himself incredibly turned on. He wanted her, really wanted her.

 

[dirtybelle]

"Yeah," Vi replied," I think I've been hoovering over the laptop and the books too much." I say while rubbing my neck. "It still has a few kinks in it," maybe it will get better after finals, when I study less.

"Do I have to set up and appointment to be a test dummy for you?" she asked quizzically.

She couldn't believe that she volunteered, but hey.....opportunity knocked, and she answered.

 

[lovingfingers]

"Nope," Eric said, rising from his chair. Gesturing towards it, he continued, "Have a seat and I will do you right now. Uh, no sense in hurting any longer than you have to."

He stood at an angle from Violet, hoping the bulge in his pants was not too obvious.

 

[dirtybelle]

Violet gets up and takes a seat in the chair, crossing her legs in front of her. "I am in your hands."

 

[lovingfingers]

Eric moves behind her and brings his hands to her shoulders. His fingers glide gently over her shoulders, neck and back, probing gently.

Violet purred when his fingers moved off her top to her skin, "Ooo, warm hands."

Eric smiled as he began to massage in earnest. As he gently, then more forcefully manipulated her shoulder muscles, he commented, "My, you are tight."

Violet could only "mmm hmm" in response.

As he moved his hands to her neck, and stood closer to her, he couldn't help but watch her breasts rise and fall beneath her top she breathed. He worked her neck gently and moved back to her shoulders. After fifteen minutes, he spoke, "OK, I've done as much as I can with you in a chair. I can still feel tightness down your back and that will work its way back into your shoulders and neck. If you want to lie down, I could give you a more complete massage. I also have some massage oil in my bag, if you like. It makes for a much better massage."

 

[dirtybelle]

She smiles and blushes.....maybe the alcohol has went to her head.
She couldn't believe what she was about to say...."Ok, that would be great."

"What do I leave on? do you have a towel?"

 

[lovingfingers]

"Well," Eric smiled, "let me see what I can set up." He opened the closet and searched about, taking two clean sheets. He unfolded each sheet and laid them on the bed. Turning to Voilet, he said, "You should probably take everything off, so we don't get oil on your clothes. I will go into the hall and allow you to disrobe. Please climb in between the sheets when you are ready. OK?"

Violet nodded. Eric unlocked and opened the door, stepping into the hall. Violet hesitated for a moment, then removed her clothes. She felt so naked and exposed as she hurriedly slid beneath the sheets, pulling the top sheet to cover her breasts.

Shortly thereafter, there was low knock and the door opened. "Ready?" Eric asked.

"Mmm hmm," Violet hummed. Eric stepped in, closed and relocked the door. He reached into his bag to find the bottle of oil, then stepped to the bed side. He held his breath. The sheets were clinging to Violet's body. He could clearly see the outlines on her nipples against the swell of her breasts and the flair of her hips. It was all he could do not to pounce on her.

"Umm, ok, you will have to turn over to start," he managed. He held the sheet for her as she rolled over, watching her body move beneath. Once she had settled down, he pulled the sheet back to her waist. Taking the oil, he slowly dripped it over her back, smiling as one drop traveled down, over the edge of her breast bulging beneath her. He settled in and started the massage, probing her muscles.

"So Violet, how would like it, hard or soft?" he asked.

 

[lovingfingers]

His hands began to make long passes down her back, his palms gently pressing into her muscles, his fingers following the curves of her back. He moved in a circular motion, moving down along her spine, moving back up along her sides, his fingertips just brushing the edge of the base of her breasts as they passed. He thought he heard her breath catch as he did. His cock throbbed in his pants. He ached to flip her over.

He repeated, "Viiiiolet, hard or soft?"

 

[dirtybelle]

Mmm Eric certainly knew what he was doing. His hands were soft to the touch and he knew all the right places to hit. She never knew that she would be in a room naked with him....she's dreamed about it for sure, but now it was a reality.

She moaned and moved her body when he hit a spot she liked....which was basically all over. He started off slow and soft. Then he asked her if she wanted it hard or soft.

"Hard Eric, much harder." she murmered against the pillow.

He went harder against her shoulders and she lifted her head off the table with her eyes closed.
"O Eric, that feels so good, harder." she moaned. She was so wet right now, she wanted him to take her right then and there. She felt so vunerable with her in such a state of undress.....and him fully clothed. She didn't want him to stop.

 

[lovingfingers]

Eric moved down her back, digging deep, feeling her muscles resist and then slowly relax to his hands. His hands circled her waist and traveled down, over the swelling of her hips. In class, he would have asked first, but here he simply moved the sheet down, exposing her. He took the oil and dripped some on each cheek. He could see her clench as the sensation. He moved his hands over her and start to kneed and massage. Although her legs were together, he could smell her wetness. He inhaled deeply, and the scent fueled his desire for her. As he moved to her hamstrings, he pulled the sheet lower. He took each leg and moved it slightly, parting her legs. As he dripped oil on her, he looked between. She was wet. Her lips were open. He moved his hands to one leg and massaging in a circular motion dipped his hands between her thighs, less than an inch from her vulva. He knew she was feeling this...

 

[dirtybelle]

Violet felt Eric lower the towel. She wanted to reach down and pull it back up and cover herself, but she didn't. She let Eric do whatever he wanted. She was wet, she could already smell the arousal in the room. She wanted him. He was such a raw man of a man and he had his hands on her. It felt wonderful. To have his hands on her ass, she clenched because she was nervous. He continued anyway, relaxing her entire body. He moved down her body and worked her legs, it felt incredible. Eric parted her legs and she felt the open air on her wet pussy.

 

[lovingfingers]

Eric moved from one leg to the other, massaging the backs of her legs and her inner thighs. As he worked her muscles harder, he could see her labia moving from side to side, and knew she had to feel it in her clit. Again, he took each leg in turn and parted them further. He slid his hand over her inner thighs, this time just barely grazing her labia with the side of his hand. He saw her body tense and heard her moan into the pillow. He took that as a "yes," and continued, slowly turning his hand, each stroke touching more of her labia. After another dozen strokes, he was running his fingers over her vulva, running one like a plow along her wet vulva. He slowed and ran a finger over her clit, circling it, teasing her. Her body trembled and shook. He brought his other hand down and ran his fingertips over her wetness. As he continued to circle her clit, he slid a finger into her. She was soo wet. He glided into her, pulled back and entered her again, and again. He could feel her pussy clamp down on his finger with arousal.

 

[dirtybelle]

Eric. She couldn't believe it. Eric was giving her a massage. A rather erotic one for sure. She thought at first it was an accident that he brushed up against her. Nope. He was full on giving her the best massage of her life. She moaned up against the pillow and she could feel her back arching involuntarily. Her pussy moistened even more. "Eric." she moaned through clenched teeth. She lifted her head up to the side and looked back at him with lust filled eyes.