A Chance Encounter, Part 1

A frat boy his lips were soft ? teasing me as I rubbed my legs together under the covers. ?Hmm, my turn,? I said seductively. Grant looked over to the clock and jumped up. ?Shit, I have to take a shower and go, babe. If I miss my class Dr. Sanders will kill me, it?s my Senior Seminar.? I exhaled loudly and looked at the clock again: 10:09am. So much for me getting off this morning ?I?m sorry, Charlotte, really.? ?I know,? I replied smiling. ?You owe me, mister. Senior Seminar: Investment Banking and Mergers I could never cum with my own hand. I stood up quickly out of the bed, adjusting my t-shirt and walking into the bathroom, carefully avoiding the cluttered mess of clothes and books on Grant?s floor. ?Grant, I left my laptop in my car can I use yours?? ?Yea, it?s on the kitchen table,? he shouted over the roar of the shower. I walked out of Grant?s bedroom and down the hall into the main area of his apartment, a giant open area for his kitchen, living room and dining area. His black Dell laptop sat opened on the table surrounded by Finance and Accounting books. I smiled to myself, glad I could walk around his apartment in my panties without worrying about some perverted roommate. I had grown tired of the leering eyes of roaming boyfriends in the sorority house and that was just when I wore boxer shorts to bed. I sat down lifting my left leg up onto the black leather executive chair and resting my chin on my knee as my hand moved the mouse over the screen. I minimized all of his open windows and opened the web browser, clicking on the address bar and started typing ?Georgia? when the browser suggested a cheating girlfriends website. My hands froze and I felt like I had been punched in the stomach. My heart was pumping furiously as I heard Grant turn the shower off and move around in the bathroom. I looked over the screen and back down the hallway towards his room and bathroom. What the fuck is this? That bastard thinks I?m cheating on him? I started getting a lump in my throat and felt like I was about to cry when I mustered the resolve to click on the website glaring at me from the screen: My finger clicked the mouse and my eyes closed in pain. I opened my eyes again slowly, refocusing on the screen. It was definitely something dirty, no college term papers being researched on this site. What is this a porn site or web forum? Nerds of the world unite? I looked over the screen again, nervously. It felt like middle school when my parents would constantly look over my shoulder, paranoid I was having cybersex with every known human being on the internet. I knew I shouldn?t really be snooping on his computer but he offered and I wanted to know why he thought I was cheating. I wasn?t cheating on Escort bodrum him so his thoughts were misguided and I would have to put them straight. As I continued my inner monologue about being faithful I forgot to actually read the website. I refocused and clicked on a few links, they were forum topics about girlfriends cheating on their boyfriends. Well there?s an interesting website, it?s not just a clever name, I quickly clicked on a link ?my college girlfriend? and read: I?ve been dating my girlfriend for a year and I?m so glad to see other people have these same thoughts. The idea of watching her get fucked is so hot, I do everything I can to encourage her to be a slut? ?Oh my god, are you serious?? I whispered to myself. I looked at the screen name of the writer: ?Gator2013?. Perverted Florida Gator, obviously. I continued scrolling down the screen, speed reading while simultaneously looking over the screen to Grant?s room. He was pulling a t-shirt over his head and looking at his watch. I was probably a mere 60 seconds from his entrance into the room and I?d have to cover my tracks quickly. Suddenly something caught my eye, a post by ?GTbiz12? and clicked on it as I watched Grant walk into the bathroom, turning the faucet on. He was brushing his teeth now. Thank god, a few more seconds When the link opened I saw group of several photos titled ?sororitygf? and then numbered 1 through 4. GTbiz12 had written a post:"This is my girlfriend. We?ve been dating for 6 months; she?s 21yo, sorority girl. She?s super hot, super smart but loves to party. I?d love for her to fuck another guy, and then have her tell me about it or get to watch it. I wish she?d dominate me like some of the other gf?s I?ve read about on here." I looked down at the four pictures and gasped loudly. I covered my mouth with my right hand. ?Charlotte, you alright?? Grant peered around the bathroom looking directly at me. ?Ye-yea. Just reading some sorority drama on Facebook,? I said trying to cover my tracks. Grant walked into his room and disappeared again. I looked back down at the screen, my hand still over my mouth. There were the photos of GTbiz12?s girlfriend: one of the tanned girl in a green bikini, the head cropped out of the photo; one of her in a schoolgirl outfit, white knee-high socks and tiny skirt with another girl dressed similarly, this time a black box over the girls? eyes; one of the girlfriend?s ass wearing a red and white striped thong; one of girl?s mouth, her tongue licking the shaft of the picture taker?s cock. GTbiz12?s girlfriend was me, GTbiz12 was Grant! That?s the bikini I had worn to our trip to the beach in August, that was the School Girls he was worried I?d Escort Kuşadası be mad about it. DG: Delta Gamma, more like Dirty Girls ?I know, too bad you have to miss our party. The KA?s get to have the better mixer party than the Fiji?s,? I laughed. Grant smiled but I knew he wasn?t happy about the party tonight, he knew he wasn?t allowed to go. He was a Fiji and they weren?t allowed to be at the event and it didn?t matter if a sister?s boyfriend wasn?t a KA. Only KA boys would be allowed at the party. Jealous Grant? As he opened the door to the apartment he turned around. ?Did you decide what you?re going to go as tonight?? ?Hermione, from Harry Potter,? I said quickly swiveling the black leather chair towards the door. I put my leg down and spread my legs, exposing my yellow stain covered pussy. ?You mean you?re going to dress in a little school girl outfit?? He said almost choking on the word school and girl. ?Uh huh, I decided finally. Do you think it will look good?? ?Well, y-y-yea, of course. That?s a good idea.? ?Call me later so we can meet for lunch,? I said as he nodded, staring at my panties and slowly closing the door. The Box I showered at Grant?s apartment, even though I was disgusted and annoyed, it was far better than sulking back to the sorority house and dealing with my sorority sisters. I decided I would call Julie later and try to get her advice; it was Friday so I could catch her before her we both had to go to our 12pm class. As I leaned over Grant?s bathroom counter, carefully applying my makeup in a new matching bra and panty set I had just bought at Gilly Hicks. So much for trying to get Grant to enjoy this, he apparently thinks I should fuck another guy, or I am fucking another guy. As I finished my makeup and hair I walked back into Grant?s room, looking for my jeans and wondering how I could learn more about what was going on in Grant?s head. Truthfully, for the last month I felt myself falling in love with him: he was perfect. Grant was super cute, smart, fun, sweet, sexy and it didn?t hurt that he had a nice dick - nothing huge, but very functional. What is wrong with him? Why would I cheat on him? Then I remembered like a light bulb burning in my head: the closet, his secret chest. Ever since I?d known Grant he had this secretive chest in his closet that was always locked. When I started hanging out at his apartment I noticed it and I didn?t think much about it, but eventually I grew curious. I knew a few girls who dated Grant previously, including one of my sorority sisters, and they joked about ?The Box?. I always figured it was porn, a bunch of terrible Playboys or series of bad movies like ?Sorority Sluts Gangbang?. But now bodrum escort everything was different, it could be anything. Grant was hiding something and I needed to know what it was. I walked slowly into his large closet, my bare feet silently caressing the carpet as I walked. I probably looked like a cartoon burglar, looking around every second as if Grant would jump out from behind a door or something. I entered the closet and turned the light on, staring at the black box, which was ominously staring back at me from the far wall. I walked back to Grant?s nightstand and remembered my search for a vibrator that morning; I had noticed a key ring that was randomly hanging on a hook in the drawer. I opened the draw and grabbed the key moving quickly back into the closet, my thong riding into my ass uncomfortably as I excitedly dropped to my knees confronting the enigma in front of me. As I kneeled there it felt like the first time you give your boyfriend head, kneeling there before him nervous and unsure what was going to happen. Will it be huge, or small, will he be quick or slow? Will he pull my hair? The box wasn?t going to make me spit or swallow, but if I didn?t like what I found I might throw up and that?s pretty much the way I felt the first time a guy came in my mouth. Yea, I was about to give Grant?s mystery box head for the first time and I was nervous. I inserted the small metal key carefully, feeling the teeth of the lock and the key begin to unite, finally stopping. I exhaled loudly and turned the key. The lock snapped and released. I reached out slowly and unhitched the latches on either side of the lock and exhaled again, lifting the lid of the box. As the light from the ceiling slowly made its way inside it exposed an area 24? long, 36? wide and 18? high with two small trays inside on the top left and right side of the box. The trays held a plethora of condoms of all colors, flavors and brands. Inside the larger area of the box were several porno DVDs: College FemDom and Barely 18, along with a few Playboy magazines and a stack of printed out photos and word files. I picked up the printed out photos and word documents, they were photos of faceless girls pulling their panties aside showing the camera cum dripping out of their pussy?s onto their panties. There were photos of girls being spanked or guys being spanked, even a very attractive young brunette standing over a cute looking guy as he licked her black leather boots with a kind of delicate precision The stack of papers included about fifty different photos, but the last ones were the most provocative. The photos showed a guy licking at the girl?s pussy as cum leaked out into his awaiting mouth and tongue. More photos showed girls in knee-high boots and lingerie, looking sexually menacing with a calming grace. I almost found it arousing. Geez, Grant?hiding a few secrets? Guess you like these dominate girls because licking cum isn?t how I would think of you. Then I noticed a small box under all the printouts.