The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Associate professor Cassandra Marsh stomped into her office, tossed a plastic folder of notes on to her desk and groaned in annoyance. She had just (finally) gotten rid of an insufferably persistent gentleman by acquiescing to his request for a date. Cassandra, or Cassie, as those she was closest to called her, sat down in the comfy leather chair that had been an office-warming gift from her grandfather and turned her eyes to the ceiling as she mulled over the prospective night ahead.

Cassie had never been good at dating, nor had she ever particularly enjoyed it. She was not averse to love or sex, in fact, she often dreamed of one day finding a Mr.Right and occasionally caught herself eyeing off a handsome stranger. But she disliked the sense of obligation to be good company that came with dating. Not to mention the thousands of unwritten dating ‘rules’ that she could make neither hide nor hair of. Cassie knew that she was not good company for would-be suitors. The few that did come back for a second date were quick to bail out when they realised that she was not easily claimed as a sexual conquest.

Only a couple of people knew that twenty-five year old Cassandra Marsh was still a virgin. She had come close to losing it once—four years ago she had been out on a series of dates with a man she’d met at college. On the sixth date, after driving her home to her apartment, he began kissing her with unsolicited passion while he slipped his hand up her skirt. She found the sensations of him stroking and gently probing her womanhood, through her panties, to be awkward and uncomfortable, but she let it continue until the situation became too unpleasant to bear. The man’s response to her sudden display of reluctance was profane. “You must be fucking kidding me!” were the words that kept echoing through Cassie’s memory. But ultimately, he was decent enough to cease his advances immediately, for which, Cassie later realized, she was extremely fortunate. The incident had prompted Cassie to wonder if perhaps she was a lesbian. The fact that she had never felt attracted to a woman, even though she had several beautiful friends, seemed to dissuade this theory, but nevertheless, it was a question that still played on her mind, from time to time.

As she forced herself to stop fretting about her upcoming date, Cassie turned her head and inadvertently caught sight of the ancient iron statuette sitting upon a modern pedestal, along the southern wall of her office. It was a sculpture of two people; a man and a woman, kneeling, looking into each other’s eyes and holding each other’s forearms. The figures were about eight inches in height, crudely moulded and almost featureless. They knelt upon a rough, but level iron base that was about an inch in depth. Though simple, the artefact had a genuine quality to it that made it a nice little piece.

Cassie sighed softly as she looked at the artefact, not in frustration, but in sorrow. The friend who had handed the sculpture over to Cassie, a wild-hearted archaeologist named Clara Roft, had been missing for several weeks. She had been working with a group of archaeologists who had stumbled upon the tomb of a medieval Persian noble; a man who just happened to bear the name Hal’hadin (English translation: Alladin). Then one morning the rest of her colleagues awoke to discover that Clara was gone. Since then, no one, not even her parents had heard from her. Tomorrow marked the four-month anniversary of Clara’s last confirmed sighting. This was not the best time for Cassie to have to put up with a randy American trying to woo her.

“Bloody fool, girl,” Cassie said softly, shaking her head as she cursed the cavalier lifestyle that, in all likelihood, had ended her best friend’s life. Had circumstances been different, Cassie probably would have donated the artefact to a museum by now, or put it into the storage vault in the university’s archaeology department. But silly as it seemed, Cassie’s sentimentality would not allow her to part with the last thing her lost friend had ever given her. In a way, she hated the sculpture being in her office, as every time she looked at it, she felt a pang of despair hit her right in the stomach. Yet she could not get rid of the ancient piece.

Again, she shook her head, more vigorously this time, as she forced herself to focus on her work. She had to review her notes, and there were several points to research before she sat down again with the delegations from the foreign universities tomorrow. Now that her night was blown, she didn’t have the luxury of time on her hands, either.

Nick O’Reilly sat quietly in an English restaurant that was far classier than he was and, with a smirk on his face, wondered what the hell he was doing here. He had come over to England with two Yale professors and four other grad students as part of a conference of archaeological and religious scholars, being hosted at Cambridge. The subject of the conference was two sets of temple ruins recently uncovered in south-eastern China. The discovery radically challenged preconceived notions about how Confucianism expanded during the Han dynasty. Nick’s role in the delegation had been changed at the last minute. He was supposed to have been an assistant to his mentor, Professor Hudson. But after Professor Hudson came down with a case of chicken pox that he had caught from his granddaughter, Nick was charged with delivering the professor’s theories to the conference, himself.

It mightn’t have been so bad except for that stubborn Professor Marsh, who aggressively argued with nearly every point that Nick posed. Nick fought for Professor Hudson’s ideas as best he could, but the associate professor from Cambridge had come to the table well armed with intelligent arguments. She had a completely different school of thought to him and Hudson, she was unconceding and she was an infuriating intellectual opponent. And for some bizarre reason that rang all of Nick’s bells. The fact that she was very good looking certainly did her no harm, either.

As soon as the conference adjourned for lunch, Nick sought the young professor out and expressed his desire to take her out to dinner. Her polite, but cynical rebuffs, seasoned with a dash of classic British wit, made him want her all the more. He asked her out again during an ’afternoon tea’ break, and when the conference had adjourned for the day he followed her around incessantly. He teased her with a guilt-inducing description of the lonely night she was sentencing him to, until finally, on the threshold of her office, she indignantly agreed to a single date. Afterwards, Nick began to wonder if she would really show, considering how much he had agitated her.

But, true to her word, Professor Cassandra Marsh appeared in the restaurant entrance only ten minutes after Nick had been seated by the matre’d. Her expression was far from one of excitement, but at least it was a good deal friendlier than when they had last parted ways.

Her outfit seemed more appropriate for a woman heading to a business meeting than one going out on a hot date. In fact, Nick realized after a couple of seconds that her attire had scarcely changed since the conference. Her jacket and skirt were black instead of grey, but they were exactly the same style as the ones she’d worn earlier. Her white blouse looked identical to the one she’d been wearing earlier, too, although it did appear to be fresh. Her lipstick was a more noticeable shade of red, but apart from that, the professor didn’t appear to be wearing any makeup. Nick didn’t mind—this woman didn’t need cosmetics to look good.

Behind her, a shiny mane of ebony hair extended all the way to the small of her back. It was not bound or styled in any way, merely well brushed, just as it had been when Nick had last seen her.

Knowing the Englishes’ expectation of good manners, Nick had prepared himself to get up and help Cassandra into her seat, but as it turned out, he didn’t need to—the matre’d escorted Professor Marsh to Nick’s table and seated her himself. As she sat down, Cassie noticed that her date had shaved most of the stubble from his face, leaving only his thin van-dyke beard and was also wearing cologne. Cassie hated it when they made an effort—it made her feel more self-conscious, more obligated to be appealing.

After exchanging pleasantries, Nick and Cassie were each handed a menu. The wine list was also placed on the table for Nick’s perusal. Nick successfully concealed his surprise at the prices before him and silently lamented the huge dent the night was going to make in his travelling budget. Although he was attending Yale, Nick was not a rich man. His attendance at the prestigious college was only due to an impressive scholarship and parents that had been saving for his education since his birth.

Several minutes later, Nick was somewhat relieved to hear his date order only a moderately-priced meal.

The dinner conversation was ramshackle, to say the least. Nick’s contribution was what one would expect on a first date: a brief description of his family, his general interests, his minors in college, and what it was like growing up in a mid-sized Ohio town. Cassie, on the other hand, only talked about two things: archaeology and mythology. She discussed some of the digs she’d been a part of during her student years, but apart from that, the only personal detail Nick had learned about her by the end of the meal was that she was born in Bristol.

It was funny, really. Cassie wasn’t a social misfit. She had many friends, both at work and across the globe, of both genders. She could discuss everyday topics quite easily, and had a great sense of humor. Nor was she an unusually private woman. But there was just something about the dating game that compelled her to revert back to ‘mythology professor’ mode at every opportunity.

In a way, it was her friend Clara’s fault. When they had first met, Cassie was a smart, sweet, but shy teenager. Several years of exposure to Clara’s wild, rebellious nature had left a lasting impression on Cassie. Whereas once she would have kept any controversial viewpoints to herself, Cassie had come to realize that she was damned good at her chosen field, and her opinions deserved to be heard, if nothing else. And if someone challenged one of her ideas and she knew it was evidentially supported, Cassie would not go down without a fight.

Towards the end of the meal, Cassie and Nick stumbled into a heated argument about the subject matter of the conference. The last few bites of their meals grew cold as the local girl duelled fiercely with the young American over what people halfway across the world may or may not have believed two millennia ago. The tension in the air prompted some awkward silences at neighboring tables. Twenty minutes later, Cassie disarmed her opponent with an unshakeable argument, resulting in him magnanimously admitting that she had been right all along. Cassie was a humble victor. With only a polite smile, she picked up her fork and resumed her meal, scowling in distaste as she took the first bite as if to say, “Why is this suddenly so cold?”

Nick had been enlightened to some interesting truths about ancient China by the Cambridge professor, but his mood was sombre. The English rose didn’t seem so attractive now that Nick had seen the apparent absence of romance in her heart. They each ordered a small desert to follow the main meal. Cassie initiated several short conversations about other mythological matters, apparently not noticing that Nick’s effervescence had faded since the argument.

When the waiter delivered the check, Cassie took out her purse. Nick insisted that he would pay, to which Cassie responded that she would be happy to settle the bill. When Nick insisted a second time, Cassie didn’t argue. Instead she flashed him a polite smile.

Once the meal had been paid for, Nick and Cassie headed for the door. They stood out on the street for a few seconds in awkward silence, making fleeting eye contact only a couple of times. Nick was about to offer his date a ride home, and if she refused, say his goodbyes. But before he got the chance, Cassie awkwardly blurted out an invitation back to the university, to show him the archaeology department’s private collection of antiquities. Several months ago, Cassie’s friends had explained to her that calling it a night as soon as you leave the restaurant was a major dating gaffe. She didn’t feel comfortable taking this virtual stranger back to her home for a nightcap, but she was determined to improve her dismal dating skills. The university seemed a comfortable enough venue for the date’s second act.

Nick chuckled softly at how this woman’s entire life seemed to revolve around either archaeology or mythology, but he was pleasantly surprised by her attempt to prolong their evening together and gladly accepted the invitation.

Cassie had come by cab, but Nick had left his own rental vehicle in a car park not far from the restaurant. After making the short walk to the car park, the couple climbed into the three-year-old Mitsubishi sedan and headed for the university. Cassie drove, even though Nick was the only driver listed on the rental agreement. She knew the way to the university better than Nick, was more accustomed to driving on the left and had had less wine with her dinner.

Cassie’s university key card gave her access to all the areas of the campus that might pertain to her field—even the radiology labs, in case she ever wanted to carbon date something. Within five minutes of parking, the pair had set foot into the 70-foot-long private gallery, containing ancient artefacts from around the globe. As they progressed from item to item, Cassie gave Nick a detailed description of the item’s history and cultural significance. Now that she was sharing her wealth of knowledge with him in such a peaceful manner, Nick began to appreciate how brilliant this woman was. It was easy to understand now, how she had become a professor at such a young age. Despite the fact that she was still exposing nothing of herself, save for her academic prowess, Nick felt his attraction to her returning. He even managed to make her laugh when he playfully called a pre-columbian irrigation device an ‘Inca Sprinkler’.

After they had done the rounds of the gallery, Cassie was still unclear as to whether she had satisfied her post-dinner requirements, so she invited Nick down to her office to show him the few pieces she had there. The fact that there was a coffee pot just down the hall meant that she could also satisfy her obligation to provide her date with a cup of coffee. She was reasonably sure that good dating manners required her to give him a cup of coffee after dinner (in lieu of any sexual favors).

After switching on the hallway lights, Cassie strolled over to the small kitchenette, filled the coffee pot with water and turned it on. There were only a handful of antiquities in Cassie’s office, and the pot would take a while to boil, so the couple moved off to begin, and finish the short tour before they had their coffee.

Cassandra began her tour with the first object to the right of her office door, a shabti (small wooden statue) found in the tomb of an Egyptian priest. Then she continued around the office, counter clockwise. Once again, Cassie gave Nick an intensive run-down on the objects’ origins and cultural significance. During a lull in the conversation, Nick’s wandering eye caught sight of an object resting upon a pedestal against the southern wall of the office. It was a pair of simple, but charming iron statues kneeling upon a rough iron base.

“That’s a nice piece,” he commented, gesturing towards the well-cleaned iron artefact. Cassie looked over at him, and when she noticed what he was referring to, she let out a solemn sigh.

“Yes... yes, I suppose it is,” she responded in an insincere tone.

“What, you don’t like it?” Nick replied with a slight chuckle, having paid more attention to Cassie’s tone than her actual words. He was puzzled as to why Cassie would keep an object so prominently in her office if she didn’t like it, but was moreover amused by this newly discovered symptom of her eccentricity.

“No, no... It’s very nice,” Cassie assured him, unconvincingly once again. When she saw the teasing scepticism in his eyes, she conceded and revealed the item’s personal significance. “It was a gift... well, rather, it was kindly given to me for study by an old and very dear friend. She’s... she’s been missing for some time now,” Cassie explained, a hint of sorrow creeping into her voice. Nick’s smirk quickly faded and was replaced by a look of pity.

“It’s supposedly a relic of Saint Valentine,” Cassie briskly changed the course of the conversation. “Though I’ve carbon dated it to well before the eleventh century BC. Do you know the story of Saint Valentine?” she asked. Nick simply shook his head softly. He did know a little about the saint, but he also knew that Cassie desperately wanted to keep talking about inconsequential history. Somehow, he just knew.

“Well, actually, there were numerous saints named Valentine, but we generally agree that the most famous was an early Christian bishop operating out of Terni. Now, according to disputed legends, Valentine was originally an acolyte for the high-priestesses of Juno, in the pagan Roman religion. Supposedly, one of his duties was to care for this, Cassie said, gesturing towards the artefact. “It’s a symbol of the forging of a bond between a man and a woman, and it played some unknown role in the temple’s marriage ceremonies. Juno, as I’m sure you’re aware, was the goddess of marriage; the divine wife.” Nick nodded as he slowly stepped closer to the talkative professor.

“After he converted to Christianity, Valentine left the temple of Juno to go and live amongst the Christian underground,” Cassie continued. “But before he left, he supposedly stole this artefact from the temple, so that he could use it to perform secret marriages for the other Christians. Jesus never gave any specific instructions on how to perform a wedding, so I suppose Valentine just stuck to what he knew. Except that he performed the ceremonies in the name of God, not the name of Juno.

“According to legend, the artefact had ceased to exude any power in the pagan temple, and had become largely ceremonial. But when Valentine started using it, the couples claimed that they could actually feel their ’two individual worlds becoming one.’ The legend even says that during most of the ceremonies, the object briefly turned to solid gold, as God united the two souls with a bond of true love. Valentine supposedly proclaimed that this was evidence that Christian teachings were real; God could unlock the power of true love whereas Juno could not.

“Regardless of how much truth there is to the legend, one thing we are sure of is that the Roman government eventually tracked Valentine down and executed him for practicing Christianity. A few centuries later, after the entire empire had been converted, the church renamed February 14th St.Valentine’s Day. In pagan tradition, it had been called Juno Februa, a holy day for the worship of Juno. They renamed it in recognition of the fact that Valentine had taken the holy union of marriage from Juno and claimed it in the name of God. By this time, the relic had disappeared and had all but been forgotten.

“Clara...” Cassie continued, the smile rapidly fading from her face as memories of her missing friend returned to her, “Clara found it in a secret vault within the basilica at Terni. Valentine himself may have been the one who sealed it in there.”

“She sounds like a very resourceful woman,” Nick finally spoke, trying to reinforce a positive image of Cassie’s friend, at a time when she was beset with dark imaginings.

“The design is unlike anything we’ve ever seen associated with Juno,” Cassie continued, without responding to Nick’s comment. “Quite likely, it was an object of significance that Juno worshippers inherited from a religion that predated their own, probably the Etruscans.”

“Gee,” Nick said, “she must have really thought a lot of you to pass such an important find on to you.” He knew that Cassie still didn’t want to talk about her friend. But he also knew that she needed to talk about her. She had been bravely bearing her grief in silence for too long. Talking about this artefact, this ancient iron reminder of her missing friend had opened the issue up a little, and though she was reluctant, she was also ready.

“I had this theory that Valentine’s success with the artefact didn’t have anything to do with the religious connotations of the ceremony,” Cassie remarked, still nonchalantly dodging Nick’s comments. “But rather, with the couples themselves. You see, in Valentine’s time, only the richest and most powerful people in Rome would have been married in the high temple of Juno. Almost all of them would have been arranged marriages; orchestrated to cement political ties, or raise a family’s standing. Few, if any, of the couples would have actually been in love. But in the underground Christian community... A group of people who have all found inspiration in the same radical, new philosophies, who are devoted enough to follow their beliefs in a lethally intolerant society, and who trust each other with their deadly secret... It certainly sounds like an environment where soul mates are more likely to meet, doesn’t it?” she concluded with a nervous chuckle. Nick had slowly approached her during her speech and by now he was standing right beside her.

“Cassie...” he began. Some distant part of her consciousness was aware that she had only known this man for less than a day, and only her closest friends and family called her ‘Cassie’. Yet for some reason, she didn’t flinch at his presumptuous familiarity. “...It’s time to talk about Clara,” Nick said.

Cassie turned and looked at him, flooded with emotion. Any other person who looked at Cassie’s face in that moment wouldn’t have been able to read her, apart from realizing that something was wrong. Yet somehow, Nick knew exactly what she was feeling. One hundred and twenty-two days of waiting for Clara’s father to call and say, “She’s been found—alive and well,” had just come crashing down upon her. To Nick’s eyes, Cassie’s face was so articulate, he could almost feel her pain himself.

“What do you want to know?” Cassie responded, shakily, “She was working on a dig in Turkmenistan and then one day she... she... she...” Before long, her efforts to remain composed had faltered and failed. She threw herself upon her date and held him tightly. Her embrace was instantly reciprocated. “God, I miss her so much, Nick...” she exclaimed in despair.

Nick simply cradled Cassie’s head as she let it all out. There were no tears—Cassie had been restraining herself for so long that even now, her body didn’t quite know how to behave. Regardless, her anguish was real, and deep. “You bloody fool, girl... You bloody, bloody fool...” she chanted over and over and over again. She had uttered those words so many times since her best friend disappeared, but never before in someone else’s presence. Nick held her close with patient sympathy, as she aired her private mantra, along with the grief that inspired it, over several minutes.

Despite the heart-wrenching impact of this confrontation with her own emotions, Cassie found that the pain was quickly being driven away by an odd sense of comfort. Nick was there for her. She didn’t have to face this alone any longer. Even though they had only met twelve hours ago, she felt like she’d known him her whole life. She knew that he would always be there for her from now on—always be willing to talk to her, or just simply hold her. Somehow, she just knew. The entire office seemed to become lighter as Cassie felt the gnawing pain subside.

Nick waited a few moments after Cassie had trailed off into silence and her lips had stopped mouthing the words ’bloody fool girl’ before he attempted to give some comforting words, “Cassie, I can’t tell you that everything will be alright, although I really hope it will be. But whatever happens, all those great memories you have of Clara, all the great things you did together, all the lessons you learned from her... those things are yours to keep, forever. Nothing can ever take them away. I know it hurts now and that it’s been hurting for a long time. But Cassie, I want you to realize... you don’t have to deal with this on your own any longer. I’m here for you, Cassie.”

She lifted her head from his shoulder, and looked deep into his sincere blue eyes. He was so wonderful. She loved him so much and she knew that she was very lucky to have a man like him. “Thank you,” she said, softly. Then she expressed her gratitude again, this time with a tender kiss to his lips. She kissed him long and slow as Nick returned the gesture with matching enthusiasm. The brilliant, beautiful Englishwoman pressed her slender body against him with increasing firmness as the kiss continued. Paradoxically, despite the growing sense of joy she was feeling, Cassandra felt like the room was becoming dimmer.

Nick was between her and Saint Valentine’s artefact. She never actually saw it develop a brilliant golden sheen during their embrace earlier. Neither did she see it transform back to it’s regular lacklustre tone now that it’s work had been done. As had happened so many times during the relic’s rich history, two soul mates had come together in it’s presence. As a result, a potent bond had been not created, but merely awoken between the young couple, thanks to an enchantment so old that even the ancient Romans had forgotten it’s origin.

As their lips and bodies remained pressed against one another, each with no apparent desire to break away, Cassie felt tingles of anticipation welling within her body. The primal impulses that had been in hibernation since her puberty were at last being roused by the romance between them. Cassie soon realized that their love remaining unconsummated was becoming an intolerable situation. After their lips had parted, she gazed at him doe-eyed for a few seconds. In some ways, it was hard to believe that this key moment of her life had finally come. She took Nick gently by the hands and led him over to one of the two stylish wooden chairs that sat in front of her desk. Once he was standing in front of the chair she had picked out, she silently placed her hands upon his shoulders and pushed him down on to the chair. As soon as he was seated, Cassie stepped over to him and nimbly straddled him, then sat down upon his lap.

Nick exhaled a deep breath of excitement. There was no doubt now—this woman that he had come to love, in such a short space of time, was prepared to take him all the way. He supported her attractive body with one hand between her shoulderblades and the other upon the small of her back. Then, for several seconds, they simply gazed at each other. Cassie’s inexperienced hips were rocking softly back and forth, eagerly rehearsing the carnal grind. Nick could feel her warm breath blowing on his cheek.

Though they were nigh motionless, the unseen passion within their bodies was building close to bursting point. Then Cassie lunged upon her beloved American with a kiss a million times more wanton than their first, and the hungry indulgence of the flesh had begun.

Triggered by Cassie’s kiss (which he passionately returned), Nick’s tender embrace tightened fiercely around his sexy British professor, vanquishing the few offensive inches of space that had divided their lusting bodies. As one kiss became another and another and another, Nick’s lower hand sank down her jacket and on to her matching skirt, stopping as soon as it found itself upon her shapely ass. His fingers clenched repeatedly upon her lissome posterior, squeezing it as firmly as the curve-hugging fabric of her skirt would allow.

Cassie’s hips were gyrating with only slightly more energy than before. Though her pure womanhood was excited about what it was about to experience, it moved with almost facetious restraint, pressing upon Nick’s crotch calmly and slowly as if to say, “Would you like to come out and play?” rather than, “I will have you.”

After a while, Nick’s hand moved away from Cassie’s butt, leaving it tingling with delight. He ran his hand across her veiled thigh, then manoeuvred it between her legs and into her skirt. His exploratory fingers soon reached their destination; that warm strip of cloth between the leg-holes of her panties. When he first touched them, her panties were dry, but when he put a little pressure upon her snatch, they quickly became moist. He began to gently rub his fingers up and down the length of her covered labia, inspiring her body to produce a lot more of it’s natural lubricant.

Cassie cooed happily into the ravenous kiss she was sharing with the man she loved. Unlike the similar advances of the other man, which had seemed so perverse, Nick’s attentions to her nether regions felt so good... so right... so arousing. It was a very pleasant surprise. As his skilful hand became more familiar with the treasure beneath her panties, Cassie felt the side of one finger pressing her panties between her outer lips. After a few moments, he had pushed a fold of the fabric in as deep as it would go, and was sliding the length of his finger back and forth between the tender gates of paradise. Perhaps accidentally, his amorous finger brushed against her pearl, rocking her entire body. Her toes clenched within her shoes and her abdomen became giddy for that all-to-brief moment of clitoral stimulation. But once it was over, Cassie’s sexual imperative had become more desperate than ever.

First thing was first: her panties simply had to go, and unfortunately, Cassie couldn’t see how she could be rid of them while her legs were spread over Nick’s lap. After leaving their foreplay on a cliffhanger with an extra-assertive kiss, she began to climb off of her date. She nearly tripped over when she caught one of her feet against a front leg of the chair, losing her shoe in the process. She leaned over, so that her lips could lightly skim against his, even while their bodies remained apart. Meanwhile, her speedy hands hiked up her skirt and pulled down her panties. Once both legs had stepped out of the constraining piece of underwear, Cassie blindly tossed it towards some random corner of the office.

With Cassie no longer on his lap, Nick took the opportunity to release his implement of love. However, Cassie’s interlude was so brief that Nick only had time to unbuckle his belt, before he felt the weight of a wanton woman descending upon his lap once more. One of his hands stuck around to unzip his fly, while the other was quick to resume wooing the round ass of her skirt.

As if to make up for the disruption, Cassie drew her date into their most passionate kiss yet, the instant she was off her feet. A moment later, she groped around tenderly, in the vicinity of his open fly and soon found the enormous tent in his underwear. She stroked his rigid organ once or twice through his underpants, partially to heighten his arousal, partially to assess what he had to offer. She was not disappointed. If anything, the sexually inexperienced professor felt a little overwhelmed.

Though the English beauty was lavishing countless kisses upon him, Nick’s attention was more focused on what he considered to be a very mild hand job. His idle left hand decided it was only fair that Cassie’s snatch received similar treatment, and so it snaked back into the depths of her skirt to tease her naked sex. He extended a single finger and stroked it down the length of her opening, marvelling at how perfectly soft and smooth her genital flesh was.

Nick’s style of foreplay left Cassie little chance of exhibiting some self-control. Her womanhood was already saturated with desire, and now he was slowly caressing naught but the most external part of her sex, leaving the length of her canal with a maddening craving for masculine fulfilment. She carefully inserted her gentle hand into Nick’s underwear and when it re-emerged, Nick’s maleness was within it’s grasp. Nick, realising that sex was immanent, moved both his hands on to the outsides of Cassie’s thighs and hiked her skirt all the way back up to her waist. Then, Cassandra Marsh began to advance her naked womanhood upon the tempting column of maleness before her. This was the right time. This was the right man.

She positioned her snatch above Nick’s erection, then guided his cock with her hand as she lowered herself upon it, very slowly. She immediately ceased her kissing, although Nick’s resolve to adore her lips seemed to double. Her brow furrowed in agony as her most sensitive flesh was stretched to a degree that nothing could have prepared her for. Her lover’s rod, so welcome, but so brutal, ruptured her delicate hymen and drew her blood as he loved her with pain and pained her with love.

A look of shock washed over Nick’s face as he realized what he had just done to the alluring brunette. She stared deep into his eyes, with signs of oncoming tears in hers, and nodded softly.

“Be gentle,” she pleaded quietly. Nick nodded silently in response, resolving to spare his lover as much pain as he possibly could. His hands, which were already on Cassie’s hips, instantly began to support the bulk of her weight.

After many tentative exertions on to his maleness, Cassie’s body had been penetrated as much as their position would allow. Guided by Nick’s hands, she began to softly gyrate her hips. With no little willpower, Nick fought off the dogging urge to forcefully thrust his manhood deep into the professor’s enticing female form. Within the coital hold of her tight snatch, even the shortest strokes were driving him wild. In an attempt to let off some of his pent-up desire, Nick began to kiss Cassie’s cheek with steadily increasing abandon.

Though in the end, it was not Nick who succumbed to the urge for more industrious intercourse, but Cassie. Gradually, the ache of initiation began to subside and Cassie was seduced by the sensation of her lover’s cock thrusting within her womanhood. Her hips began to writhe in wider and wider cycles, causing the stimulation she felt from the motions within to rapidly increase. Her breath grew heavier as the muscles working her body against his demanded more oxygen. After a while, she began to quietly moan.

Though their fornication had already begun, Nick was gripped by a powerful desire to undress his lover further. Once her hips were confidently humping his manhood without any assistance, he moved his hands upward to begin removing Cassie’s jacket. However, the intoxicating ecstasy of what was going on below muddled his priorities and Nick became torn between removing Cassie’s clothes and holding her torso to his as firmly as possible. He had pulled the top of her jacket down over her shoulders before he realized it would go no further. At that point, he gave up on the jacket and began to unbutton her white blouse.

Their activity was rocking the chair to the point where the rear legs were rising a couple inches of the ground. They were about five seconds from tipping themselves right over. Cassie grasped the bulbous headpieces on the top corners of the chair back and forced her weight upon them, to steady the chair.

As the intensity of her gyrations seemed to plateau, Cassie sought out Nick’s lips and attended to them with fleeting, yet amorous kisses at random intervals. She could already feel it building in her loins—a tantilizing buzz that carried a promise of joy unlike any she had ever known. Every advance she made on to Nick’s maleness made the sensation more profound. She could feel her control over that region of her body slipping as the carnal flame of ecstasy consumed her. “Yes...Oh yes... Yes... Yes... Mmm... Oh Yes... Yes...” Cassie moaned, quietly.

Nick had only undone the top three buttons of his lover’s blouse before his fingers were lured away by the call of feminine flesh. He shifted his hands around behind her and embraced her tightly, so that the last moments of their coitus would be spent with their bodies pressed together. Once in place, his lusty paws began to knead and rub the beautiful professor—one upon her right shoulderblade, the other upon her bare, pliant ass. He could feel their first act of love coming to a head. Cassie’s hips were pounding against him incessantly, like a battering ram determined to destroy the mental dam that held back his reservoir of semen. Nick could already feel the tremors of impending collapse radiating through his body.

Cassie, who was unaccustomed to the experience of penetration, was quickly overwhelmed by the maelstrom of pleasure and suspense brewing within her sex. Her vaginal muscles suddenly spasmed, and Cassie’s mind was lost to a paralyzing burst of rapture. “Ooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhh!” she bayed through her quivering jaw.

The muscles of her hips had turned to jelly, but her lover’s arms acted quickly to maintain the tempo of their sexual writhing. As incredible as it had seemed at the onset, every thrust of Nick’s maleness seemed to make her orgasm even more ferocious. Cassie could hardly stand it.

“Yeah... Oh baby, yeah... You’re so hot... Oh god, yeah...” Nick snarled in appreciation. He worked the attractive professor’s hips against his own, unsympathetic to the fact that her climax was nearly driving her mad. He knew he could not resist the orgasmic clench of her snatch for very long, but he was determined to enjoy every last second of it. He forced his rod through her resistant canal over and over, until he was overpowered by the instinct to fill her with his seed.

“Oh, Fuck!” he grunted, as he pulled Cassie’s hips firmly against his own and thrust his organ deep into her heavenly opening. The release of orgasm washed through his body while his cock fired generous doses of sperm into the woman he loved. “Unnnghh! You’re fuckin’ amazing! Amazing! So amazing...” he growled as he ran his fingers firmly through the flesh of her ass. By now, Cassie was gone. All that remained was a panting shadow of a woman, who had been shaken to the core by raw physical indulgence.

A few wonderful moments later, their orgasms began to fade. Cassie’s incensed womanhood began to quiet enough for some semblance of awareness to return to her. Nick’s maleness softly trembled as it deposited the last ounces of semen into his lover’s snatch. Cassie’s head fell to rest on Nick’s shoulder and her hands slipped from the back of the chair to the back of her beloved. As Nick repositioned his hands to better support her exhausted body, Cassie’s hips drifted away from him and his manhood slipped from her delectable fissure.

The two lovers remained in that calm embrace for several minutes, moving only occasionally for comfort or support. Nick would also periodically lay a soft kiss upon the side of Cassie’s neck. Once their breathing had shallowed and their bodies had recuperated somewhat, the couple began to stir. Cassie lifted her head and began to stare blankly into space, her eyes darting in many directions, but focusing on nothing in particular. Shortly thereafter, Nick lifted his head and their eyes met. Their expressions were near-identical portrayals of utter confusion.

Cassie’s mouth began to move, as if to speak, but no words came out. What could she say to a man that she’d fornicated with only twelve hours after first meeting him? She knew many women would take such a situation in their stride, but this simply wasn’t who Cassie was. Nick was equally stumped. All he could remember was that one minute he was consoling her about her missing friend, and the next they were going at it as if it were their wedding night. He began to worry that he had unintentionally become one of those jerks who took advantage of upset women by giving them a friendly shoulder to cry on.

Cassie hesitantly stepped back and began to stand up. Nick held her steady until she had completely left the range of his embrace. He silently lamented that a single moment of weakness had probably cost him the trust of this beautiful woman, and therefore, any hope for a long-term future with her. It was an unbearable thought. Nick knew it was silly to feel this way, but he loved Cassie with all his heart and he was absolutely certain that she was the only woman for him.

First order of business for Cassie, once she was upright, was pulling her skirt back down so that it covered her thighs and naked womanhood. Then she hiked her half-removed jacket back up over her shoulders and tended to the loosened buttons at the top of her blouse. As she redressed, she nervously tried to toss a thick, bothersome lock of hair out of her face, eventually having to do it by hand. Once her outward appearance was more or less respectable, Cassie began briskly running her eye around the room, in search of her renegade panties, while mentally asking herself, “What the hell just happened?” over and over.

Oddly enough, despite the bizarre twist in their date, Cassie made no attempt to distance herself from Nick. In fact, she did just the opposite, making a point of remaining within one or two feet of him. It felt as if her entire world had gone crazy and Nick was the only reliable presence for her to anchor herself to in this time of confusion. She loved him and she knew that was ridiculous—far too ridiculous for a woman as intelligent and stable as she. But nonetheless, she loved him and trusted him, and that gave her a great deal of comfort in this uncomfortably mysterious situation.

Had she really been looking for them, Cassie would have noticed that her panties had landed on the floor, just behind a Polynesian totem near the corner of her office. But there was too much going on in her mind for her to see what was not in plain sight. As she gave up her search, Nick crammed his flaccid member back into his underwear and stood up, zipping his fly as he did so. He rebuckled his belt, but did not seem concerned about his untucked shirt. The trousers had been stained, right down the right side of the fly, by a trail of his lover’s blood. There was also a small red stain upon the upholstery of the chair, which would cause Cassie some embarrassment in the days to come.

While Nick finished dressing, Cassie bent down and slipped her foot back into the shoe she had dropped earlier. Then she stood up and simply stared at the man who had taken her virginity, mirroring his look of bewilderment. Both seemed unsure of whether to step closer to their date, step away, or stay still. Eventually, Cassie broke the eerie silence. “We should go,” she simply said. Nick nodded silently, with a look of unease. Nick left the office first. After collecting her handbag from the top of her desk, Cassie followed, turning off the light and closing the door as she left. She also turned off the hallway lights as they passed the switch, but neglected to turn off the coffee pot she had put to boil earlier. It was okay, though, because the machine had a cut-out switch that would spare the element if all the water boiled off.

The pair made their way back to Nick’s rental car with no detours. Nick had chivalrously opened Cassie’s car door for her after they’d left the restaurant, but forgot to do so this time. Cassie was too preoccupied to care. This time, he instinctively climbed into the driver’s side, and Cassie, the passenger’s. Nick had already started the engine and put the car into gear before he realized he had no idea where he was going.

“Do you want to go home?” he asked, being the first destination-oriented question that came to mind.

“Yes, please,” Cassie replied, in an absent tone. The air circulation from the car’s heater made her very aware that her privates were still naked beneath her skirt.

The journey back to the professor’s two-story house was mostly silent. No conversation, no radio. Cassie spoke only to inform her suitor of an approaching turn, but apart from that, the only sound was the hum of the engine and the occasional swoosh of a passing car. After a short trip, Nick pulled over to the curb in front of a small, but pleasant-looking two-story home. With no further directions to give, Cassie sighed softly before saying her goodbyes.

“Well... I’m home now,” she began, as she turned to look at him, “Thank you for everything...”

“Yeah,” Nick replied in a distant tone, facing dead ahead.

“I mean... I mean... Dinner! Dinner!” Cassie promptly corrected herself.

“Yeah. Yeah,” Nick continued to drone, repetitively.

“Thank you for dinner! And... the ride,” Cassie remarked. “I MEAN... I MEAN... I mean... Uh... I don’t mean... Not, you know... Not what we...” she stammered, becoming extremely flustered by her series of gaffes. “You brought me home! Thank you for bringing me home... in your car... was very nice of you, thank you.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah... Yeah,” her date responded, seemingly lost for any other word. A few seconds after the clumsy pleasantries had been exchanged, Nick’s wandering gaze locked on to his date. Her wide hazel eyes were so amazingly clear in the streetlight, so captivating. As he stared at her admiringly, he realized that he could not withhold his true feelings any longer.

“I don’t want to go,” he declared in a heartfelt voice.

“I don’t want you to go,” Cassie responded without missing a beat, shaking her head softly, her eyes almost tearing with emotion.

They each rapidly opened their doors and stepped outside, almost as if they had just noticed a time bomb in the back seat. After slamming his door, Nick excitedly leapt over the hood of the car and rushed over to the woman he loved. They pressed their lips together passionately as Cassie threw her arms around Nick and he grabbed her tightly by the waist.

Their lips rolled wildly against each other for at least a minute, while their tongues celebrated their newfound love with a spirited dance together. After that first long kiss, several others followed, much shorter in duration, but equally amorous. Then suddenly, Cassie pulled away, prompting a quizzical look from her gasping companion.

“I need my handbag,” she explained, quickly ducking back into the car to collect the bag from the passenger’s leg area. After swiftly closing the car door, she gave Nick a short kiss, before taking him by the hand and expeditiously leading him through her front gate and up the path to her house. The couple paused for a second while Cassie retrieved her keys from her handbag and unlocked the front door. She had left her porch light on, making the task quite simple. Once the door was open, Cassie grabbed Nick’s hand once again and pulled him into her home with a mischievous smile. The instant she had closed the door behind him and set the lock, Nick whirled her around and pinned her against the door, kissing her with flagrant ardor while pressing his crotch firmly against her skirt. Cassie purred loudly as she eagerly drank every morsel of affection that her lover’s lips offered.

Though she was tempted to stay put and bask in his enticing kisses, Cassie nimbly slipped out of the confining embrace the first chance she got. Still holding Nick’s hand, she led him up the nearby staircase and down the hallway a short distance, to the master bedroom. Once inside, the couple resumed their kissing, as they began to rapidly undress each other. Two jackets, a shirt, a blouse, four shoes, two socks, a pair of pants, a skirt and a white cotton bra all went flying in random directions across the room within mere seconds of each other. Cassie’s nether regions were roasting with renewed desire and the sensation of her hot skin pressing against his manhood sent the blood rushing to Nick’s groin. The two lovers continued to kiss and explore each other’s naked bodies for a while, before Cassie pulled away from the lively embrace. She stepped back a couple paces, to give her American stallion a complete (though poorly lit) view of her naked form, before climbing on to her bed and slipping under the covers, shooting him a come-hither look. Nick needed no further invitation.

He stepped briskly over to the bed and climbed under the covers with his English venus. He scootched over to her side and they both leaned forward to share a series of slow, tender kisses. Nick began to caress the curve of Cassie’s waist, up and down, with the palm of his hand. Several enchanting kisses later, Nick strayed from Cassie’s mouth and began to move his affectionate lips down over her body. He began by padding a soft, patient kiss upon her exposed shoulder, then upon the very top of her chest. As his head began to disappear beneath the covers, Nick turned his attention to Cassie’s right breast.

Cassie’s breasts were modest A-cups. Though they certainly weren’t sizeable, they nonetheless covered her ribcage with yielding flesh and gave her chest a distinctly feminine curvature. Nick laid two kisses upon the top of the supple mound, before moving down to her nipple. As her lover adored and teased one of her erogenous hot spots, Cassie rolled on to her back and rested her head comfortably on her pillow, voicing her growing arousal with a soft sigh. Nick gently kissed, suckled and teased the nipple with his tongue until it was hard enough to juice an orange. Then his lips continued south, kissing his beloved on the base of her breast, and then down the left side of her belly. Meanwhile, Nick’s hands were also busy; one was lightly stroking the inside of Cassie’s upper thigh, while the other was randomly trailing across her body. Cassie began to writhe absently as Nick’s erotic tour made her restless with anticipation.

When he reached the bottom of her belly, Nick made a ninety-degree turn and laid three soft kisses along the northern limits of her mons, brushing the hairs of his beard through her field of dark pubic hair as he moved. Having now crossed over to the left side of her body, he made his way down the outside of her womanly vee and padded his affection down the front of her left thigh, calf and foot. By now, his hands were meandering all over her legs, mons and belly. Once he had come to the end of her left foot, he gently grabbed her right ankle and pulled it over to his face. Then he began the return trip, tenderly kissing the top of her foot and then repeating the gesture many times as he moved up her leg. Cassie was moaning happily with nearly every breath. Her right breast was still buzzing with the excitement that Nick had stirred up within and her juices were flowing freely from her womanhood.

Once he had made his way to her right hip, Nick once again crossed the top of Cassie’s mons with three prolonged kisses. But this time he sweetened the tease by slipping two fingers into her nether opening. Cassie shivered in delighted surprise. The fingers continued; deeper... and deeper... and deeper, until they would go no further. Then, without pause, Nick removed his digits at the same relaxed pace with which he’d inserted them. His fingertips left his lover’s sex at the exact moment he finished the third kiss to her mons. During an apparent lapse of self-control, Nick firmly nuzzled Cassie’s navel with his whole face, before continuing his trail of kisses along the left side of her belly.

When he reached her left breast he gave it the same treatment that it’s partner had received; adoring her nipple exhaustively until it was rock hard. As an afterthought, Nick’s lips briefly revisited her right nipple, to ensure it was still erect. Once all of Cassie’s exciting bits had been explored, Nick kissed his way up his lover’s chest and then gave her a passionate, open-mouthed kiss as he positioned his hips over hers and guided his rigid maleness into her waiting snatch.

“Oooo, yeah!” Nick whispered to himself, finally appeasing the carnal urge he had been suppressing throughout his entire exploration of Cassie’s lovely body. Cassie moaned loudly as Nick’s maleness filled her lusty fissure, inch by wonderful inch. He touched his forehead to Cassie’s, his mouth hovering less than an inch from hers, as he began thrusting his hips. The two lovers were already breathing quite heavily.

As Nick’s gyrations began to build momentum, the couple began to kiss once more, leisurely at first, then sincerely, and then passionately. Cassie began to run her finger’s through Nick’s hair with one hand, while the other held his body close to hers. She moaned appreciatively as her lover’s manhood probed her deeply, raising her arousal with every sweet stroke and lifting her closer to the summit of physical delights.

Nick indulged in the taste of Cassie’s soft lips, and the caress of her playful tongue, until the motions of his hips became quite vigorous. His cock had developed a strong appetite for her sexual flesh, and Nick was compelled to break loose from the professor’s embrace, to allow his hips more freedom of movement. As he lifted his body off of hers, he also ceased their kisses. Cassie whimpered briefly in disappointment. However, her sound of protest was quickly eclipsed by a loud purr of satisfaction as the coital dance continued anon. She pressed her head back into her pillow as a blissful smile washed over her face.

With his body now lifted over the vocal brunette, Nick began humping her with greater force, but at the same moderate pace. His hips moved in broader strokes, withdrawing his member until only the head was inside of her, before pushing his entire length into her sensitive valley. “Ooooh... Ugghh... Nnnn... Aaahh...” he began to murmur, as the perfect caress of Cassie’s womanhood goaded him towards climax. With nothing better to do, Cassie’s arms began to squirm mindlessly over the mattress. A smooth flow of pleasure was radiating throughout her body, whilst a sense of unruly excitement grew within her loins. She was more than ready for orgasm—she was in need of it.

When Cassie hooked one of her legs around his, Nick took it as an encouraging sign. His hardened maleness had been seduced by the pleasures of her sex and yearned fiercely to fill it with his semen. But it would be a shame to leave the woman he adored unsatisfied on their first night together.

“Mmmm... Oh, Nick... I think I’m gonna come,” Cassie moaned. Just the words he wanted to hear! “I’m gonna come! Oh, yes! Ooooh... Oh god, I love it!” She continued. By now her hands had stopped wandering and were clasping and pulling on the fitted sheet beneath her. The extreme arousal between her legs was nigh excruciating. How much more could she take?

Apparently, only a few more seconds worth. Every muscle in her attractive young body tensed as she cried out, almost at the top of her lungs. The noise was unmistakable; it was the sound of a woman in her sexual prime coming, hard. As soon as Nick heard it, he pressed his groin firmly against Cassie’s labia and loosed his eager sperm upon her most inviting flesh.

“OOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!! OH MY GOD, NICK!!!!” Cassie shouted, as her womanhood clenched tightly upon the long shaft of masculinity that had whipped it into an elating frenzy.

“UNGH!! UNGH!! Oh, Fuck!” Nick grunted, as he surrendered his seed with mighty ejaculations that rattled his bones and blew his mind. The young couple held their missionary pose as they shared in the spectacular culmination of their lovemaking. A flood of sheer ecstasy rushed through their bodies, and did not abate for several seconds. Then it faded, faded, faded, leaving them both thoroughly exhausted, but profoundly satisfied. Nick slowly lowered himself on to Cassie’s body as his spent cock throbbed inside her luscious snatch with waning vigor. Cassie wrapped her arms around her gasping companion as squeezed gently, as she reflected on the sublime experience they had just shared.

Once Nick had caught his own breath a couple minutes later, he began to stir. He lifted his head to seek out the other pillow, then pulled it over so that it partially overlapped Cassie’s. Then he shifted over so that he was still very close to the lovely brunette, but was no longer resting his weight upon her. As he moved over, his maleness retreated from her womanhood, coated in a thick layer of her juices.

Cassie rolled on to her side, to face her beloved. One of her arms had broken off it’s embrace when Nick moved, but the other was still upon his upper back. It slowly coursed it’s way on to his shoulder, then down his arm. He was gently caressing her thigh when their hands finally met. Resting upon Cassie’s leg, the two hands intertwined their fingers and squeezed each other affectionately with what little strength they had left.

As she basked in a mix of post-coital bliss and personal contentment, the young Cambridge professor gazed into Nick’s eyes and smiled. Her bed was filled with love and so was her womb, and it felt so wonderful.

“I love you, Professor Marsh,” Nick whispered.

“I love you, too, Nick,” Cassie replied. She still had no idea why their date had taken such a sudden, erotic turn, but it didn’t really matter. She knew that they were in love and that they were meant to be together. For Cassie, that was enough.

She watched over her lover until her eyelids became too heavy to keep open. Then she drifted off to sleep by his side.