The Portal (closed)

Since Leslie had practically kidnapped Eliza to go shopping, she didn't even get Frank's response about needing an hour until almost an hour after she'd gotten it. And indeed, Eliza herself didn't even pick it up herself.

Eliza was sitting in the changing room with nearly a dozen cute new outfits - fitted t-shirts and tank-tops, scandalously short denim shorts, skirts, and dresses... most with appropriately nerdy prints, of course. "Are you sure these look okay?"

"I've told you a hundred times already, Eliza, you're hot!" Leslie called back, noting the blinking text alert on Eliza's phone, peeking out of her back. She tugged the phone out and picked up both texts at once. She giggled. "Oh hey, Frank texted you! He said you're hot and he was eyeing you all class!" Little white lie - no need to mention this Eric guy, whoever he was. It was obviously just a over so Frank wouldn't have to admit to checking her out himself. "He wants to hang out with you in... like 10 minutes."

Eliza poked her head out of the changing room. "What? Did I miss the text?!"

"Came in like an hour ago," Leslie answered. "Come on, buy the nicest ones and I'll drive you over."

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Eliza arrived at Frank's place 15 minutes later, still wearing the same outfit from class. She didn't knock, she just pushed open the door and headed inside. "Hey Frank!"

She caught sight of him sitting on the couch and plopped down next to him, smiling. "And no, I didn't hit my head." She couldn't exactly tell him that it was because she was jealous that he was willing to drop hanging out with her to go bang Alexis instead, so she just shrugged. "I, um, just felt like a bit of a change, you know?"
 
He saw her come in the door, she was still wearing the same putfit. He almost drooled as she walked over to him.

"So you waited all that time and all the times I told you, to do it now?"

He sighed.

"You know if you are comfortable how you are, you don't have to change, at least for me, I was only joking all this time"

What if it was not for him... oh no.

"Is there someone else you are doing this for....?"

He swallowed.

"I want you to be happy, I just hope he doesn't think you are going to be an easy lay..."

He sounded so flustered, he shook his head and calmed himself.

"Want something to drink?"

He got up and went to the kitchen, he pulled out a bottle of water.

"I saw Eric checking you out bad, you better be careful with that wolf, I hear he loves taking vids of girls he is with and submitting them online... you know... porn"

He drank some water.
 
Eliza blushed when Frank started explaining that she didn't have to do it for him. She was going to answer, but then he continued, asking her if there was someone else she was dressing like this for.

She felt kind of stuck. There wasn't, and she didn't want him thinking she had some kind of crush on another guy, but if she said she didn't, that would imply she had a crush on him. And she did, but she couldn't stand the idea of him knowing that, not when she was so convinced he'd just let her down nicely. How embarrassing.

Thankfully, however, she didn't really have to respond, because he kept talking, this time about how Eric was checking her out in class, and how he liked to upload revenge porn on the internet. Eliza's eyes went wide. "What? Eric? Oh, oh no. Definitely not." Eric was... well, he wasn't bad looking, which did explain how he got so many girls, but he was mean. Petty and nasty. She'd heard plenty of stories about him going out to a bar, getting a girl liquored up enough to convince her to take him home and then spreading rumors about how much of a slut she was.

"I'm not..." She tried to explain, but it sounded silly, so she just shook her head. "I ever tell you about my parents? When I was in high school, right after I started, um, blossoming, I tried to wear my favourite t-shirt out, and my dad told me it made me look like a slut. I mean, it was a v-neck, pretty similar to this one," she motioned to the shirt she was wearing, "and it's not exactly conservative, but it's not really revealing, either. My parents are just really conservative like that. My dad would probably try to lock me away if he saw me now..." She looked down at her skirt. "But you know, I like the way I look, and after everything you said yesterday about my body, I started to realize maybe I don't need to hide like that just because my parents made me feel bad about myself..."

She blushed. She hadn't meant to turn the conversation in that darker direction. "Sorry, I kinda ruined the mood..."
 
She avoided the question. Was she just not wanting to hurt his feelings. He than remembered how she looked the other night when he left her to go and have nasty sex with Alexis. In part she was at fault, she caused him to have a boner loke that. He only shook his head

"I think all the guys were checking you out, I mean, I was, and I am your best friend Eliza."

Her phone started pinging than and a flood of messages hit her phone, guys messaging her for a date or a one night fling, they even went as far as sending her dick pics. Frank looked to his phone and heard the Joker laugh, which meant Jimmy was texting him. He looked and saw the pic of Eliza, said it was on the collage forums.

"Shit..."

He looked to her and knew this was not going to go well.

"At least you will have plenty of attention now. He sighed, he wanted her, but just knew it was wrong, they were friends, best of friends. She would turn him down. He drank the rest of his water and he walked over and press play on the controller.

"If you want to go and meet with someone, its cool, dont let me hold you back."

He said that with a sad tone. He did deserve it, he left her the other night, like a jerk.
 
Eliza was shocked by the texts that started flooding her phone. She picked them up and then made a face. How classy - dick pics from guys she barely knew and who refused to even speak to her before she got "hot."

"Shallow," she mumbled, frowning to herself. Then she looked up at Frank. "Well, who says I even want this attention?" she asked, looking uncomfortable. "These guys were all assholes to me before today. Why would I want them when it's so obvious they don't care about me at all?" Not like Frank cares. Too bad he was about the only one who wasn't falling all over himself to have her.

When he came to join her on the couch, she settled down next to him, leaning easily against his side. "Screw them. I don't want to go out and be some douchebag's sex toy. They probably don't even care about getting me off." She shrugged. "I'd much rather stay here." With you.
 
She was being seen as a sex object now, it was okay if it was only by him, but now, all the guys lusted after her.

"Think, you could make a lot of money, charge guys to go on a date..."

He said that as he laughed. He knew she would never go for it, she was a good girl. That is why she surprised him so much. But he heard what she had to say and he shook his head.

"Sorry Eliza... didn't know you had it so rough growing up."

He poked her.

"But hey, look where you are now..."

He smiled at her.

"You don't like the look of any of those cocks? Not one turns you on?"

He studied her.

"Your not into women are you?"

He looked to her. He put his arm around her and held her close. He wanted to use the device on her some more, but he knew she needed him now.

"What do you want to do?"
 
She dipped her head, a little embarrassed, when he commented on what it was like for her growing up. "It wasn't terrible. My parents were just strict. No drinking. No boys. I had a strict curfew. It was boring, mostly, and it made me into kind of a loser at school, but it could have been worse."

She still had her phone in her hand when he asked about the cocks, and she scoffed. "No, not really. I dunno. It's hard to find a guy attractive when I know he practically hates me except for liking my boobs." She looked down at herself at the cleavage peeking out of her shirt. "I mean. Not that I dislike the thought of people finding me attractive. It's just weird, you know? To think they only give a fuck because of how I dressed today..."She paused, considering how to answer his question about women. A blush coloured her cheeks before she answered, "I mean, I'm not only into women. I like guys. But, um, you know I find women hot. Of course I do. I was salivating over those girls from that anime yesterday as much as you."

She wanted to change the subject. "I don't know what I wanna do. We could watch Game of Thrones. I need to get caught up anyway. I missed the last two episodes."
 
"That is hot Eliza... think you and Alexis... wow, what a hot sight..."

He knew Alexis was into chicks as well, would she be down for a threesome? He could only imagine and well jerk off to the thought of it. He looked to her.

"Do you try and get me to get a raging hard on? Jeez..."

He sighed as he looked to her, her tits were large and that shirt did little to hide them. But aside from her tits, she had a beautiful face, perfect locks of hair, her eyes were kind and inviting. He could get lost staring into her eyes. He often did just stare at her though.

"So what other outfits do you have, any other sexy panties?"

He looked to her and showed her the red panties he still had of hers. He grinned at her.
 
Eliza bit her lip, thinking about the potential fun of getting sexually involved with Alexis. She'd never really spoken to her before, but she was hot as hell, and Frank seemed to like her well enough... She got lost in a bit of a daydream about making out with Alexis.

Things were just starting to progress into the shedding of clothing in her fantasy when Frank asked her about her other outfits. "No. I mean, well, actually, I do now." She paused, blushing. "Leslie took me out shopping today. I almost missed your text because of how many clothes she was making me try on. My favourite is an adorable little dress. It's cut like the kind of dress you might see at a party, but it's printed with cells from marvel comic books." She grinned sheepishly. "I guess even when I'm trying on a new, more fashionable look, I can't really let go of being a nerd."

Her gaze settled on the red panties, and she was torn for a minute between being embarrassed and being extra flirty. But you know? She was already putting herself out there more than usual. What could the harm be in doing a little more? "But as for panties? All of those are sexy." She winked. "Even if I was too embarrassed to dress sexy so everyone else could see it, I still like feeling sexy underneath..."
 
"I always knew you always wore sexy panties and bras..."

He grinned at her. Was she teasing him? She never teased like this before. He kind of liked it. He wondered if any of this was because of what he was doing to her. He looked to her.

"You know, if I was not mistaken, it would seem you are teasing me? And you know what this kind of teasing does to me?"

He smiled as she could see he had a semi growing in his jeans.

"You seem to always do this to me..."

He just smiled at her.

"Oh yeah, so just those clothes, you didn't get any other clothes? Did you bring them with you? Maybe you can show me?"

He grinned as he looked to her.
 
Eliza's breath caught when she saw his hard-on. She'd always kind of assumed he just had a high libido. But was it really because of her? The implication was giving her a little more courage, and she licked her lips. "I do that to you, do I? I don't think you mind, otherwise you'd stop bring up such arousing topics of conversation..."

She grinned and shook her head when he mentioned the rest of her clothes. "No, Leslie took them home with her. You're just going to have to wait and see tomorrow in class. I have a ton of new clothes." And she was going to see about refitting some of her old stuff into something more flattering, but that was for later.

Instead, Eliza found herself getting aroused again. She still hadn't gotten off since that mystery touch had teased her to the brink in class, and her pussy was still wet and waiting for orgasm. She found herself wishing that it could come back right now, while she was sitting next to Frank on the couch - there was something incredibly hot about the thought of getting off while he was right there...
 
He looked to her.

"Why, are you going to do something about it?"

He said that teasingly, he pushed her playfully and he got up and went to get something to munch on. He looked to her and sipped on his drink some more.

"Eliza, what if I told you, lets masturbate together?"

He said that with such a grin? He had to adjust himself.

"Want something to... damn it..."

He shook his head.

"I don't have anything to eat here... need to go to the store..."

he shook his head. He wanted to play with her some, he knew that he had complete access to her body, he could even fuck her... his cock twitched and he had to bite back a moan. He had to get her to go home.

"I am getting pretty tired... I don't know why..."

He feigned a yawn and ran a hand through his shaggy hair.

"Want to come sleep with me babe? We could spoon!"

He chuckled.
 
Eliza blinked, shocked by his question about them masturbating together. "I.. wait, what?" She blushed, bright red. Well, it seemed Frank was calling her out on her bluff - she was being flirty, sure, but it was in her nature to be shy and quiet, and it seemed like Frank had finally found the line where she wasn't quite able to keep that act up anymore.

She took the out as soon as he offered it. "Uh, sure. You have a nap, I'll head home." His offer of a spooning nap made her sputter and blush harder. God, he was just making a joke, she knew that, but he had no idea how much she wanted that. "Ha. Very funny. I should go home, do some homework or whatever."

She stood and collected her stuff, grinning. "Anyway, thanks for saving me from shopping more with Leslie. She's so exhausting..." She laughed and waved, then disappeared out the door. "Have a good nap!"

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Ten minutes later, she came home to an empty apartment. Leslie was out, it seemed, so she headed to her room to start on her homework. She stripped off her clothes and changed into something more comfortable before she got started, but even once she was sitting at her desk, she found she couldn't quite pay attention to her work.

She couldn't stop thinking about Frank, and his reaction to her new outfit. She'd never been noticed by guys like that before, but the only attention she cared about was his. His flirting with her had gotten her so hot. She was wet already...

Maybe she should play with herself before getting started with her work.
 
He blew out a sigh of relief when she left. He was alone now... he shook his head and could still smell her. She always smelt so good, he didn't know if it was the shampoo she used, or maybe it was a body wash, it was too clean to be a perfume, or maybe it was just how she smelt, he shook his head and took his cock out. He waited for a for about twenty minutes and he figured she was home. He took the device out and turned the knob and saw she was sitting at her desk. He smiled as he saw she was wearing more comfy clothes. He smiled as he looked at her, she looked so confused, so anxious. He zoomed in right on her pussy and he smiled as he saw she was quite wet already. He first ran his tongue up her slit, a fast lick to get her ready for the pleasure.

He than started to lick her pussy, running his tongue up and down her slit, tasting her juices, he stroked his cock with his other hand as he licked her, he wanted so bad to feel her mouth on his cock, but he knew she would never go for it... He just kept licking her wet pussy, his tongue licking up and down, up and down her slit, pushing deeper into her pussy.
 
Eliza had just decided that maybe she needed to get herself off before she could do homework when she felt... something. It was hot, strong, dexterous and wet, and it was easing open the lips of her pussy to lap at the juices leaking out of her.

Her spine went straight, and she squeaked in surprise, followed by a low, sexy moan as the touch found her sensitive clit. "Oh... oh god..." It was a tongue, she was pretty sure. And it felt incredible...

Eliza had a secret. She was still a virgin. She'd had a few boyfriends before, but none of them had been particularly pleasant. She'd never had sex with any of them, despite how much they'd tried to pressure her into it because, honestly, she'd never really thought they would be good in bed. Two had gotten far enough with her to finger her, but they were rough and clumsy and never got her off. And both of them had demanded blowjobs from her while refusing to eat her out in exchange. She'd never had a tongue on her pussy before. She could only guess that this is what it felt like. And fuck, was it ever incredible...

Her head tipped back and she spread her legs eagerly. She had no idea what this touch was - it felt so real, but that was impossible, wasn't it? She was tempted to shed her pants and look, but she was afraid that it was psychosomatic, and that the touch would go away if she discovered she couldn't see it. And she really, really didn't want that. Her pussy was flooding with juices from her incredible arousal, and this was easily better than anything she could do to herself. She just wanted to enjoy, so she did.
 
The way she tasted was incredible, she was sweet like fresh picked fruit. He could not get enough of her juices, he licked her pussy faster, sticking it inside of her, letting it collect more and more of her sweet nectar. He moaned as he took his finger and rubbed over her hard clit, slow teasing circles his finger went, all the while his tongue flicking at her pussy, he learned that he could adust the device to project a image of her, he watched as she was moaning and squirming in her chair.

He wanted to cum so bad, he wanted to her to make him cum. He did the only thing he could think of, he would have to go slow, at first though, he didn't know if she could touch him, so he didn't want to push it to far yet. He brought the device to his cock and expanded the image, he took his cock and slowly rubbed it up and down her slit, feeling how wet she was, he groaned from the feeling of her pussy. He was just teasing her lips and it almost made him cum. He wondered what it did to her.
 
Eliza was nearly ready to cum. Her hips were gyrating against the chair, her back arched and her head tipped back. She barely managed to hold herself back from crying out, concerned that she was going to be overheard by her neighbors. Her legs splayed apart, she panted and moaned, wordlessly urging the touch to continue, to bring her up and over the edge and...

And it stopped. She gasped, her eyes snapping open. "No!" Oh god, why had it stopped?! She needed it! She needed to cum! "Please, please come back," she whispered, feeling insane. Was she really trying to talk to a psychosomatic touch? It wasn't even real

But before she could consider whether she was really losing her mind, she felt it again. For a split second, she thought the tongue had returned, hot and wet against her pussy. Only then, she realized as it pressed harder against her, that it was something else - a cock, thick and hard, rubbing against her opening.

"O-oh my god," she moaned, her legs spreading wider. Her pussy was throbbing, ready to cum. She suspected she'd be ready to orgasm the moment it entered her, but she was ready to resist - she wanted to feel it, all of it, pressing into her and filling her up before she came.
 
He watched as she spread her legs wider on the chair and saw how she was loving the attention she was getting, it really did feel like he was right there with her, making sweet love to her. He could not take it anymore, he pushed his cock inside of her, he groaned out as he felt how tight she was, it was like a hand gripping his cock as he entered her, a hand wearing a velvet glove, he almost came from just letting his cock slide into her, but as he slowly pushed his cock in, he felt something stop his cock...

"Oh my god..."

She was still a virgin... he was going to take her virginity... he than stopped as he started to pull his cock back, he wanted her to get comfortable, not wanting to hurt her. He had to wait and see if this was what she really wanted, he watched and waited for her to give me a sign.
 
Eliza was ready. Her legs open as wide as she could spread them, her hips were grinding wantonly against the feeling of the cock pressing against the opening of her hot, soaking wet pussy. She could feel it pushing in, and felt it touch the ring of her hymen, drawing a gasp of surprise. Should her psychosomatic pleasure even be able to feel that?

But before she could consider the implications of that, the cock withdrew and she cried out softly in disappointment. "No..." Licking her lips, she considered that, last time she'd started "speaking" to it, the touch had come back, even better than before. She felt insane, but she was alone in her room... and she was so horny and so excited to feel that thick cock filling her up all the way, fucking her to orgasm, over and over until she could barely breath...

Wait, what was she thinking about again? Right. How crazy it is to talk to a psychosomatic sensation, and how much she didn't care, at the moment. "Please," she whispered, her eyes slipping shut while a blush flared up on her cheeks. "I don't know what this is. I don't know if this is real. It can't be, right? But I don't care. Please come back. Please fuck me," she begged softly, whimpering with unfulfilled arousal.
 
He could hear her, he could hear her as if she was right below him. As if he was looking down at her. He made another window appear and he could see her face, he used his fingers to trace on her lips as he let one slip into her mouth as he pushed his cock back into her, slowly, very slowly, as if taunting her to beg for it, to scream out for it. He even pulled his cock back as he teased her. He was still not sure if it was right to take her virginity this way. She was begging for it, she was needing it.

He took his finger from her mouth and he brought it to his own mouth, he licked her saliva off it and moved his hand to fondle her breast. She was perfect.4
 
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