The excitement of corrupting an innocent beauty was often enhanced when there was a bit of competition, a choice for the girl to make between simple, sweet purity, and simply bad Steve. If the competitor’s heart could be broken in the process – well, very, very exciting to know one’s conquest would be an exquisite sorrow for someone else!
The situation this term was perfect. Jackie was a perfect nymph, just moved to the city from a small town. Just finished high school. From a religious family. The only other student this year from the same town was a young man named Garry, and the two were obviously good friends.
Jackie was 5’8″, 95 pounds, a slim ballerina’s or gymnast’s physique, just on the threshold of being anorexic, small firm breasts often hidden under a loose t-shirt, and waist-length golden blonde hair. She had large deep blue eyes, almost violet, a full mouth with plump lips that were so soft and red that she often appeared to be wearing a moist lip gloss even though she wore no makeup at all. Her skin was silky smooth, unblemished except for a scattering of light freckles around her nose. Her complexion was quite pale, and most who knew her felt she would look better with a little more colour.
But she was a very modest, gentle person, with a happy, sweetly thoughtful disposition and an easy laugh. She was quiet and a little shy, but always warm. She devoted a lot of her time to her church, and to volunteering for charities.
The first phase of my plan was to befriend Garry, her small-town buddy. Garry was basically an average Joe, only his name was Garry. Nice enough guy, quite bright, but average in every other way: ordinary looks, ordinary personality. Not very confident. But I learned quickly that he was totally in love with Jackie. Not a surprise, really—who wouldn’t be? They’d been friends since early childhood, and only now were they on the verge of starting to date. He showed me notebooks full of love letters devoted to her, but he’d never had the courage yet to share any of them with her. Cute. Apparently she had held hands with him for the first time last week, just for a minute. And they’d leaned towards each other, obviously contemplating a kiss, but she pulled away with a little smile at the last minute, and said “let’s see each other again next week after we’ve settled on campus.”
I knew I had to act quickly.
I found out which charity she was going to start volunteering at, made sure to be there an hour before her, and had some of my many contacts vouch for me being active in all sorts of volunteering.
So that’s where we met – I was feeding a demented 95-year-old lady some soup, while holding her shaky hand. Luckily my charm worked well on the elderly too, because the old lady obviously appreciated my attention, to the admiration of the surrounding staff. Jackie was introduced to me, and my hand lingered for a fraction of a second on hers after the introduction.
We’d made sure to arrange a delay in the campus shuttle bus, which allowed me to offer Jackie a ride home later.
This was the first of numerous such encounters around the campus, and very soon Jackie and I were friends. I learned all about her past, her family, her personality, and her friendship with Garry. She confessed to me that she planned to marry him, that they had been friends for years and that she knew it was the right thing to do, especially since Garry liked her so much.
“But what do YOU want, Jackie?” I asked, gently reaching for her hand. We had settled strategically at my place, where she was visiting for the first time. It was 8:00 P.M. I had made her some mint tea.
The moistening in her eyes showed the slightest bit of ambivalence. I knew it was time.
“I have a confession for you too…I’m in love with you. Ever since I first saw you. You and Garry have a great friendship in my opinion, but you and I are made for each other. You and I will have passion, every moment for the rest of our lives…”
It helped to have very good looks and good self-confidence when saying stuff like this. And I’d worked hard at the volunteering and all that crap to make her feel compatible with me. I even surprised her at a two church services, where I volunteered to read the scripture passage one week, and a story for kids the next!
The ambivalence in her eyes was priceless. She was obviously considering my invitation very seriously.
“What do we do?” she asked it a halting voice.
“We make love, right now…”
She blushed. Beet red. Incredibly cute. But a suspenseful pause followed. I didn’t know if she would just get up and bolt out of the room.
Our eyes met. She was trembling a bit. Her shaky hand reached for a little gold cross she wore around her neck.
“God approves of love, Jackie” I said. “You know, I’ve always gone to church” (well I was fibbing a bit), “but only when I met you have I really felt that I’m truly born again.”
This kind of religious bullshit always made me nauseous, but she totally fell for it. And actually I really did feel “born again” in a way.
She leaned just a fraction of an inch towards me, and I knew this was the sign of compliance I was waiting for.
I led her by the hand to my bedroom, and as I entered I turned on the remote video cameras mounted in the ceiling and walls, focussing at different angles on the bed. I had arranged for a group of my buddies to have a little party at Garry’s place, and I had arranged for the video to be transmitted live to Garry’s big-screen TV, where it would interrupt the football game.
I love that moment of standing together just before the first contact.
“Will you let me teach you, Jackie?”
I could see some relief in her face as I asked, and as she quickly nodded. She was a virgin, and literally didn’t know anything about what to do. But she was so sexy, every movement she made seethed with sensuality, and her voice was a soft, sensual purr.
“The first thing, Jackie, is we can’t have any inhibitions about making love. That means there can’t be any limits about what we do, or what we say.”
She nodded a little. She seemed to understand.
“I want to fuck you now, Jackie.”
The f-word rattled her a bit, and she grabbed her cross again. But then she let go, and looked a little bolder. “Let’s fuck.” she said. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to be my first. I love you, Steve.”
Priceless. And she was beaming straight into the camera, which caught it all in full close-up. And we hadn’t even kissed yet!
“Jackie, I’m totally devoted to you, and for this to be right for me, I need to know that you and Garry will never be together. I need you to renounce Garry forever. Just like the disciples of Jesus had to leave behind everything to become part of the 12.”
Such drama is so remarkably well-received by girls like Jackie, but it was of course a big gamble. She paused, and had a wonderful moment of wavering again…I could sense her conscience mulling over my ultimatum…