Blackmailed ((Closed))

[DeepBlue89]

Name: Elizabeth Milroy
Age: 18
Height: 5'8

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People say that the transition from high school to college is a hard one; I can't say that I felt as if this was true. Sure, college was certainly bigger but I found that things more or less never change.

Here I was, studying economics at Dartmouth. I was about half-way through my first semester and had been maintaining an above average GPA without much of a fuss. Granted; my popularity with both the professors and students might have had an effect. I don't know, I seemed to have a lot of charisma leftover from my days as a cheerleader captain (I gave up on cheer-leading for now). All it takes a little effort to go with the flow. I've learned that once you manage to follow what's popular, people respect you a lot more for it. The world doesn't wait for rebels or outcasts.

My looks aided my endeavor to be on top of this social pyramid. I had the ideal figure; a tall blonde, blue eyes, pale skin with perfectly toned legs. A perfect feminine body - great curves, emphasized by my large breasts and perfect backside. On more than just one occasion, I found myself jogging across campus, not only for the exercise, but for the satisfaction of having nearly every man's eyes gazing over every inch of my body. Sure, while my soft colored eyes would say "I'm a gentle girl, please treat me right", my body would exclaim "I'm all woman, I like it rough". The perfect combination, I often thought.

I used this natural attraction guys have on me to my own advantage, more often than not. I never saw this as much of a problem; I had a blessing, and it would be stupid not to use it. Whenever I saw that my grades were slipping, I'd ask a certain fellow student to tutor me until I was back on the saddle again. I wasn't a slut or anything, I just knew how to get ahead without compromising myself too much - I never slept with anyone just to get an edge. Just some innocent flirting, you know?

As if my physical stature wasn't enough for an advantage, my father was an incredibly renown entrepreneur, banker and CEO. If it wasn't for his connections, I honestly do not know what I would do with myself. After all, given the price tag that comes with an Ivy education, I have no idea how people manage to pay it off without well-off parents. Sure, I'd exaggerate the costs a bit to get some "allowance" from him, but I'm sure he knows that and simply plays along for my own benefit.

I had a perfect life going on and I was damn sure that nothing would stop me from ever getting what I wanted.

 

[degrepski]

Me? Oh, I'm nobody.

Truly, that's all I was. Even my name said I was a nobody. Nathan Neidensen. What kind of sick joke did my parents choose to play on me, to have a name like that.

As if that wasn't bad enough, my middle name was "Norman". Triple "N" initials for the fail.

I wasn't your average student. I was smart, and I knew it. Been bullied enough to know it was a fact. I came to Dartmouth on several full ride scholarships, enough to get me from High School Grad to PhD three times over. I saved most of it, didn't make sense to waste good money on things I didn't need.

Besides, I never got invited to parties or was allowed to hang out with the "popular" kids. Not unless they wanted something from me.

I was going for a degree in business, so i already knew that you don't give away a valuable product for nothing. My intellect could save these poor saps, so i charge them. And I wasn't cheap. If all these socialites and football stars with their rich daddies and mommies wanted my help, they had to pay for it.

Except...for one. Her name was Elizabeth. Liz to her friends. I called her Elizabeth. Guess that shows how I rate.

But, God, can you blame me for wanting her? She was everything I'm not. She was hot, popular, drop dead gorgeous.

Me? Well, I wasn't some great titan, or Greek god, or something. I worked out, but never seemed to get much muscle. And I was tall, almost six feet, though that didn't stop people form over looking me in a crowd. And with my dark hair and nondescript eyes, I just sort of blend in.

She came over to my room again, wearing another outfit to show off just the right amount of her sexy body to get me wrapped around her finger. I knew she was playing me, but...part of me wanted to be played.

 

[DeepBlue89]

I came over to Nathan's place around 12 PM, I think. Having just finished with my light morning jog, I decided to pay him a little visit - what with me needing help, yet again, for my economics paper. He was in quite a few of my classes, so it was a good idea to get on his good side.

I supposed that my outfit wouldn't hurt- the light fabric of my pink top did wonders to compliment my figure, showing off my strong stomach and my tight blue jogging pants did a good deal themselves.

"Hi Nathan!" I said, in a very warm tone. "Mind if I come in?" I then asked, as he opened his door.

 

[degrepski]

As always, i found myself unattractively tongue tied around her.

"Oh," i stuttered. "Hi...Elizabeth. Um, what can I...Um, is there anything I can..." I gave a sigh. "Whatdya need?"

Smooth, Nate, very smooth.

 

[DeepBlue89]

I found myself a bit surprised over how shy Nathan was. It was odd to see him lost for words like this, but as always, he'd get over it...I think. I don't know, some girls do go for a man with a shy personality. Myself? I really enjoy the company of a man who's outspoken.

Almost teasingly, my hand touches his arm as I say: "Well...it's just that I'm having a hard time with the economics paper. Think that we can get together this week and go over it?" I asked, though quickly hugged him when I got a response. Sure, I did tease him quite a bit - seeing how tightly I hugged him there. But it was all in good fun.

As I was about to leave, I remembered:

"Oh, by the way Nathan, there's a party going on later tonight. It's in this building, as a matter of fact. Why don't you show up? Anyway, thanks again!"

 

[degrepski]

Guess it's true what my dad always said. "You're a sucker for a pretty face."

Which is why I agreed to help her on her economics paper. I mean, one, I got to be in her company, which always was good for my ego. The other is, unlike most who just handed me their work and commanded me to get to it, she actually did put in her fair share of the work.

The hug definitely got a reaction out of me. A big one. But I did my best to maintain what little composure I had.

Oh, by the way Nathan, there's a party going on later tonight. It's in this building, as a matter of fact. Why don't you show up? Anyway, thanks again!

She left before my jaw dropped to the floor.

Me? Invited to a party?!? By the hottest girl in all of Dartmouth?!?!?!?

I was shocked, i had no idea what to say, what to think, anything!

The thing was, i knew how she partied. Could it mean that she...?

Wake up, Nate, I chastised myself. No way she's interested.

Still, a part of me was a little bit...intrigued. The cold hearted business man in me saw an opportunity.

And another, rather large part of me, was pretty pleased.

Which is why, when the time of the party came, i dressed as best as I could, and made sure to bring my camera.

 

[DeepBlue89]

I suppose anybody could have imagined my disappointment when I reached the party and didn't see Nathan around. It wasn't that I liked him, per se, but rather felt that he should be more sociable. Otherwise, it feels as if that I'm taking advantage of him.

Anyway, the party itself started off pretty easy-going. Just some music, some alcohol being served (despite much of us not being 21 yet) but it was all in good fun. I didn't want to drink - as much as I loved to have fun, I knew that ultimately, drinking wouldn't amount to anything good.

That is, until my friends showed up.

"Oh come on Liz. Just one drink?" I heard a few times and eventually, once the party began to really kick off, I succumbed to peer pressure. In an instant, it seemed that I went from one bottle of beer, to binge drinking with a crowd surrounding me, howling and cheering me on.

 

[degrepski]

I watched in fascination. I'd heard about college parties but was still kind of shocked. I could think of any number of sociological, psychological, even economical reasons why they'd do this, but it still boggled my mind.

Maybe I should write my thesis on this? I pondered.

My nerd moment disappeared when I saw Elizabeth. She was downing what looked like a shot of hard liquor, probably Tequila. I made my way through the press of people to reach her.

"Hey, Elizabeth," i said, trying to be heard over the noise. "Great party, huh?"

Thankfully, I was 21, so i had no guilt at all about grabbing a shot of what smelled like vodka, and downing it. It burned as it hit my throat. Thank God I'd taken an exchange trip to Europe one year, otherwise I'd never have learned how to hold my booze.

 

[DeepBlue89]

It took a moment to compose myself. Wow... I couldn't believe myself for a minute there - given how easily I went ahead and attempted to drink more than anybody else in the room. Granted, it wasn't the brightest I idea that I had but I thought that I held myself together pretty well. Everyone cheered me as I left and someone took my place.

"Great party, huh?" I vaguely hear.

I turn around to see Nathan, standing as he took a drink. "Oh you made it!" I say, greeting him. "I didn't think that you'd show!"

 

[degrepski]

I did my best not to blush, not sure if I succeeded.

"Well, what can I do when the most beautiful girl in school asks me out?" I said. "I mean, not that you asked me out, I mean, more like you asked me to come out. NO! That's...that's not what I..."

I sighed, then laughed. "Thanks for inviting me," I said, finally.

She seemed a bit unsteady on her feet.

"Hey, are you ok?" I asked, concerned.

 

[DeepBlue89]

The alcohol must have began to take its toll on me, for in a short period of time, the music seemed to get louder and louder in my head. Whatever Nathan was saying, wasn't exactly going into my head as each syllable began to drown out within the noise. I kept telling myself to snap out of it, as I began to get a little tipsy.

"Hey, are you ok?"

The effects were fading out a bit, enough that I could hear that. Finally, my attention was there again as I replied: "Sorry, I guess that I had a bit too much to drink...you were saying?"

 

[degrepski]

She was drunk. It was easy to see the signs. Eyes dilated, breath smelled of booze, unsteady on her feet.

He thought about what she'd told him about her life. Her father was some big hotshot, loaded to the gills and a very successful businessman. He'd read books about him!

He also knew that there was no way the man would be happy to see "Daddy's little girl" that way.

"Hey, you should take it easy, you know?" he said, hating himself for sounding like a wet blanket.

Then again, part of him thought, this may be an opportunity...

 

[DeepBlue89]

Aaaaand....There was the echo again. I knew that I was drunk - but this fight going on within my head was an uphill one. I was trying desperately to keep up with the conversation:

"Hey, you should take it easy, you know?"

"Yeah maybe you're right..." I say, stumbling around a bit. I nearly fell, however my hands quickly used Nathan's shoulders for balance. "Sorry." I say with a chuckle before getting steady again. "I don't know, I should be able to hold my liquor. I'm fine, really."

 

[degrepski]

I looked around trying to find a place where she could sit down. The place was packed with bodies, even the couch was full with one guy and two girls sitting on it.

Actually, looking more closely, they weren't just sitting.

Blushing furiously, I looked away, spying an open door. It was dark, and was probably empty.

I let Elizabeth lean on me as I guided her to the room.

"Hang on," I said. "I'm going to find a place where you can sit down, collect your head a bit."

We made it to the open room. I was surprised to find it was a bedroom, even more surprised that it was empty. With the trio on the couch, I just assumed every available fuck-space was taken.

But here I am, I thought. Just me, and Elizabeth, and an open bed...

I guided her to a seated position on the bed. "There you go," i said, trying my best not to grope her. At least, not grope her too noticeably.

 

[DeepBlue89]

And so, without me even knowing it, I was being dragged across the room. Time and time again, I found myself shaking it off, trying to retain memory and consciousness. I relaxed, a bit, as we found ourselves in a quieter area. Nathan went away, though I knew to wait. In time, he arrived and lead me to an empty room.

"There you go,"

"Thanks Nathan..." I say with a smile. "Sorry for drinking so much. But really, I think that I'm going to shake this off pretty soon."

 

[degrepski]

I smiled. "Nah, it's ok. It happens to the best of us."

I... had...no idea what to do in this situation. There were so many options. But I just wasn't sure.

I took out my camera, looked at it. An idea sparked into my mind.

"Hey, how about a picture?" I said, innocently. "Just something I can keep of you, you know? It's the first time I've had fun with...a beautiful girl at a party."

I tried to up-play my inexperience, my supposed naivete. This may have a chance to work out for me better than I expected.

 

[DeepBlue89]

"Just something I can keep of you, you know? It's the first time I've had fun with...a beautiful girl at a party."

I smiled warmly and I replied in a likewise tone; "That's so sweet. Sure, we can take a picture". As Nathan went to take his phone, I asked "So, should I get up or do you want to sit here?"

 

[degrepski]

I smiled. "I'll sit by you."

I sat next to her, and held the camera out, facing us. "Ready?" I asked.

 

[DeepBlue89]

"Ready." I said eagerly, as I leaned closer to Nathan, as to fit in the camera's frame.

I didn't see any problem with this. I mean, it was just a photo?

 

[degrepski]

I took the picture, thrilled to finally have a picture with this girl. Then, a bold thought came to my mind.

"Hey, I was wondering," I said, my voice uncommonly steady and sure. "Would you kiss me?"

I expected some sort of negative answer. "Here me out," I said, trying to hid my nervousness. "I've...it's been a long time since I've kissed a girl. Certainly not a girl as...beautiful as you."

I smiled, slyly. "And, after all, we're just study partners. I mean, what's a kiss between study partners, eh?"

I felt...dominant...emboldened. The vodka gave me some...second sight that let me see just how she might react, what were the right words to maybe...

I buried the thought, for fear it would show in my eyes. If only things worked out.

 

[DeepBlue89]

"Would you kiss me?"

I was shocked, to say the least as I heard that. Though, I did not say a word until Nathan spoke again, flattering me and I honestly believed that he was genuine. I mean, it could be the alcohol but he never seemed like the kind of guy who would take advantage of a girl.

"And, after all, we're just study partners. I mean, what's a kiss between study partners, eh?"

I smiled and responded "Sure, I mean...if you really want a kiss."

And so, I leaned closer to him for the picture and the kiss.

 

[degrepski]

I leaned into her, feeling her lips on mine.

The alcohol taste was there, but underneath it was a taste that was purely...her. Something sweet and sassy and sexy.

I discreetly took a picture without even noticing.

I leaned into her, wrapping my arms around her, hoping she wouldn't break the kiss. I experimented, slipping her the tiniest bit of tongue to see what she would do.

How drunk is she?

 

[DeepBlue89]

Of course, I faded out a bit, though quickly realized that the kiss was still going on. Still, I didn't break away from it exactly - as Nathan's arms wrapped around me, I felt his tongue just barely poke at my soft lips. I gently opened my mouth to him, wondering just what would happen at this point.

 

[degrepski]

She was responding to him!

Nathan contained his excitement. This was only the beginning, and he wanted to see just how far he could take this.

He placed his hand right at her hip, where here form hugging shirt had raised up a bit. her skin was hot to the touch, and he hoped his much cooler hand would encourage her to feel more.

He eased his hand up just a little bit, resting just underneath her shirt, and a short distance below her firm breasts.

He waited for her reaction as he continued a passionate kiss.

 

[DeepBlue89]

His hands felt so...adventurous and cold. And yet I thought that it felt incredibly soothing, given my current temperature and situation. And so, I didn't move his hands away as one reached a bit underneath my top. I softly moaned, against my better judgement and it seemed to have encouraged him further - as his hand kept going on its course.