Rebecca Ch. 01

Once based on Xxxecil's Faeophobia series. Now closer to its own thing.

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I didn't meet Rebecca until after Sophie and I had been hooking up for a few weeks. And I didn't meet Sophie until she stood in front of me in the library and asked...

"Anyone sitting here?"

A pair of blue eyes were gazing down at me from across the table, partly hidden beneath the hood of a too-big Ranchford University hoodie. The outfit devoured her, leaving no hint of the person underneath.

"Uh, no. Nobody," I replied at last.

She dropped into the chair, swinging her tote onto the table at the same time. Then came the rummaging.

A mumbled curse, the rustle of paper, finally a satisfied sigh as she slid out a textbook.

I realised I'd been staring so I tried to hide my eyes in the dreary density of my reading.

"We have calc together, right?" she asked.

Did we? There wasn't much of her to go on. A long strand of brown hair that had managed to escape the confines of her hood. Unpainted fingernails, some of them bearing the scars of anxious gnawing. Maybe she always sat near the back.

"I don't... maybe?" I tried. "Calc one?"

"With Druthers?" she shot back.

"Druthers?"

"I mean Drivvers. My friends and I call him Druthers because you know how he's always saying 'do it this way because you can't do it your way'. Well, I call him that. They would too but they're a bunch of stuck up hoe bags."

"Uh huh," was all I managed.

Her expression changed. "It's because, um, druthers means having something your way, sort of. It's dumb." She paused, swallowed. "You know what, I'm going to leave you alone now."

"No it's okay," I said as I sat more upright. "I just didn't get it, that's all."

She breathed out in relief. "Okay. That's good because some fae slut started sucking a guy off behind the shelves near the table I usually sit at."

I had to choke back some kind of half cough half gasp. "What?"

"Yeah, right in the aisle. You can hear everything over there." Her voice, which had been flat thus far, wavered on the cusp of laughter as she spoke.

My eyes followed the hand she waved towards the back of the library. I couldn't make out any details but there was definitely a rhythmic movement through the rows of books.

"Wow," I managed, my mind adrift. I knew about fae of course. I might've grown up on a farm but that didn't mean I lived under a rock. A lot of them attended college. Some of them even seemed interested in the courses. Most were here to hook up.

She slid back in her chair, watching me as I watched her. "Well?" she asked.

I must not have heard her. It figures, this whole time I had been hunting for a hint of the person beneath the outfit. Her eyes had me hooked but there were teasings of soft, pale skin as well. She looked good, from the little I could see. So why hide it away?

"Sorry," I stammered. "I missed that."

"You weren't thinking of asking to join, were you?" she accused with a nod towards the shelves.

"What?! No!"

She was silent for a moment. "I said, do you want to get out of here? I can't focus with how dirty this place feels now."

The question swirled through my mind longer than it should have. There was a test next week. But then I glanced at the page in front of me and the words that had already lost all meaning. Besides, I'd seen enough of this girl to be interested already.

"Yeah, definitely," I said as I slammed my book closed. I had a moment of hopeful wonder about where we were 'getting out of here' to.

"Okay, let's go." She swung her tote bag over her shoulder and stood with the same fluid movement as she had sitting down. "I'm Sophie, by the way."

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Getting out of here turned out to be to a cafe. She ordered a plain black coffee and a ham and cheese croissant. I had the same minus the drink. I tried paying for hers but I caught a roll of her eyes, despite the hood.

We ate on a bench outside the science building and watched other students walking by. Some rushed to classes, others strolled leisurely in pairs. A fae girl, a nymph I think, bounced past with her arm wrapped around a guys'. It was a fairly common sight around here. According to my friend Chester, the fae girls would sometimes open a conversation by asking for a fuck. From what I'd seen he was probably right, although none of them had tried it on me yet.

Sophie spotted the fae and muttered something under her breath.

Right, it had to be hard for the human girls. Competing with all the seemingly free and apparently immaculate pussy walking around nowadays. I mean, there were male fae too but they were much rarer.

Feeling like a bit of a dickhead for having that train of thought, I tried to pull myself out of it. "How are you finding Ranchford?" I tried asking.

Sophie chewed her croissant then washed it away with a sip of coffee. "It's a real freak show," she finally said.

"Then why come here?" I asked.

She looked at me. "You think other colleges would be any different?"

She had a point.

"Besides," she continued. "Here's a bit more affordable. Or maybe a bit less back-breakingly expensive. Gotta love the American education system."

I couldn't think of anything to say that wasn't similarly depressing so the conversation fell away again. It was broken shortly after by a rustling in the hedges nearby. A guy with his shirt on backwards emerged, followed by an elf who was struggling to get her tube top over a huge pair of tits. From their faces, it was clear what they had been doing.

The elf finished fixing her top, which did nothing to hide the jutting of her nipples that I had already seen plenty of. She gave the guy a smouldering kiss, then they went their separate ways.

"They're all the same," said Sophie once they were both out of earshot. "I bet she only met him an hour ago. Not even a first date."

I nodded, not really listening. The image of those huge, perky tits was seared into my vision. When my parents told me how hard college life was, this probably wasn't what they had in mind.

Sophie downed the last of her coffee before flinging the empty cup into the trash. "Anyway, want to go up to my room and fuck?" she asked.

The question didn't catch me as off guard as the juxtaposition. "What about the first date?" I replied, standing up.

She shrugged and gestured to the bench we had been occupying. "I figure this counts. Besides, you're about to tear a hole in that tent you're pitching."

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Sophie pulled me into the shared space of her dorm which housed a kitchen and a living space, complete with dining table, TV and two sofas. It bore all the markers of communal college living. Shoes scattered by the door. Dishes in the sink. Someone's basketball jersey and shorts had been tossed onto the back of one of the chairs. A pair of playstation controllers and an open game case rested on the coffee table beside a bowl of wilting flowers.

I wasn't new to hooking up but my few successes at Ranchford University had taken place in my car or in my own room. Still, if someone had asked me to picture a girls dorm, this is pretty close to what I would have envisioned.

"Sorry, my room mates are pigs." Sophie led the way towards her room before abruptly grinding to a halt. "And I just remembered, so am I. Wait here."

She pulled away from me and slid into her room. I made a point of turning around but the way she barely opened the door, squeezed in, and pressed it shut again would have blocked my view anyway.

There was a muffled clattering and a "motherfucker." The thud of a closet door.

Sophie poked her head out. "Do you have a condom?"

"Yeah, in my wallet." I'd started carrying one around after realising what the fae were like. Wishful thinking, maybe.

Her eyes slid down to the waist of my jeans. "How long's it been in there?"

"A couple of weeks." Perhaps it only served to ward the fae off.

Sophie pursed her lips. She still hadn't taken her hoodie off. "We'll use mine." The door closed again and the cleaning resumed.

"What's wrong with mine?" I asked, perhaps too loudly. It occurred to me then that her roommates might be about. I gave a quick glance at the other doors. Four in total. Presumably a shared bathroom so three other sets of ears to eavesdrop.

The icy chill of performance anxiety ran down my spine.

"You think that's wise? After three weeks of chafing a hole in the rubber?" she called out.

"Aren't they latex?" I asked.

The door swung open all the way, her work complete. "It's basically the same thing. I think."

"Okay." Smooth like cement.

When I didn't step forward, she leaned against the frame. "Are you a vampire or something? Need me to invite you in?"

Twenty-three years ago I would have understood this for the joke it was. Well, I wouldn't have been alive then so maybe not. But now. "Are vampires real?" I asked.

She blinked. "Are you serious?"

"I mean, with the breach and all. Elves and fairies are real now."

"Oh, I guess, yeah. No, vampires still aren't real."

"Good." I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little disappointed by the news.

Sophie's room was spotless. Either there hadn't been much to do or she'd shoved everything in the closet. The sock peeking partway out gave me all the answers I needed. Other than that the space seemed pretty standard. No natural light, single bed with a floral comforter. All that sat on the nightstand was a lamp. Both looked like they'd been found beside a road.

I turned around and there she was. Standing, like me, in the awkwardly vulnerable phase of working out who needs to make the first move. Since she'd provided the venue, I decided it was my turn.

I stepped towards Sophie, placed my hands on her shoulders and gently pulled her in, pressing my lips to hers. She flowed into me and the scent of peach shampoo filled my nose.

"Mmm," she hummed as my teeth teased her bottom lip. Then I pulled away.

"Does the oversized Ranchford University hoodie stay on during sex?" I asked, peering into her deep blue eyes. Now that I was closer I could see how vivid they were. The rich hues of a summer sky.

"We'll get there, shut up," a playful note in her voice. "It's cold today."

"It's seventy degrees out."

"Maybe I grew up in Nunavut."

I frowned. "Northern Canada? Wouldn't that make you acclimated to the cold."

"Oh, true," she said. Her eyes darted away for a moment. "Arizona then. Death Valley."

"Death Valley's in California."

"Either one is fine."

Her lips found mine again before I could counter with the population of Death Valley. This time her tongue worked its way to mine and it was my turn to hum in satisfaction. I pressed closer, wrapping my arms around her back. My chest brushed something soft beneath her clothes. A pair of things, actually, that gave me some insight into her choice of outfit.

"I was just thinking..." I managed between kisses. She was really getting into it, her mouth pushed eagerly against mine. Sometimes trailing away across my chin before snapping back again.

"Mmm?" She didn't stop.

I worked my way towards the tender skin of her neck and gave a nibble eliciting a gasp. "Maybe I'm no expert, but it's usually better skin to skin."

"Not in Nunavut," she teased. "Take it off then."

I reached down and began working the hoodie off. "They probably have some way of staying warm for this."

"Maybe they all have cute boys to share a bed with."

"Would I qualify?"

"Close enough," she teased as her face disappeared.

I tossed the hoodie aside, and was about to check whether or not the men of Nunavut also needed cute boys, when my focus shifted. My earlier suspicions were confirmed. Sophie had an impressive set of breasts that were stretching the fabric of her plain black shirt. I don't know how she had managed to keep them so well hidden, all things considered. Maybe I hadn't been looking closely enough, probably a good thing.

"Nice," I said.

Sophie rolled her eyes. "Like a deer in headlights."

"They're nice headlights."

The back of her hand struck my shoulder. "Don't ruin this chemistry," she said as she began pulling her shirt over her head.

As she stripped down I started on myself but my eyes didn't leave her body. As an aside, there is a woefully untapped market in sexy bras for really busty women. Hers was plain tan, I noted, as it landed on the floor. Not that she needed to dress up for me. In fact, I didn't really care anymore about her outfit.

"Get on the bed," she ordered once we had both finished stripping down.

I nodded and lied down, my legs spread and hanging off the end. My cock was fully hard at this point. It had been that way a while, actually. Something about her was pushing all the right buttons.

Now that I could get a proper look, I could see the flawlessness of her skin. Smooth and soft like silk. The long brown hair of which I'd seen whispers beneath the hood, now visible, if a little tangled from its confinement. I couldn't wait to explore her.

Sophie's breasts bounced gently as she stepped towards me and fell to her knees, a hungry look in her eyes. Her hand wrapped around my cock and my silk theory was confirmed. Sophie's fingers teased around the head, curled underneath, stroked up and down. Seemed she wanted to explore me as well.

The sensation was incredible as her hands worked their way around every nerve. A chorus of tingles travelled up my spine when she rubbed her thumb right on the tip.

"A magnificent specimen," she mumbled to herself.

"Please don't call it that," I managed between breaths.

"Fine," she said. "A world class fuck stick."

I looked down at her and met her eyes.

She stared back, her face unreadable.

"That was worse," I said. "Much worse."

Sophie shrugged. "Maybe there's a middle ground."

I assure you, I had a witty reply ready. Instead, she stole it from me by lowering her lips to the head of my cock and taking it deep inside her mouth. Warm wetness enveloped me and all conscious thoughts vanished.

"Haaah," I groaned. She was a natural. Or highly practised, but I didn't want to make assumptions about her hobbies. "That's it..."

"Mmm?" she hummed.

Slow but eager. Those are the words I would use to describe her efforts. The description came later as I could barely muster my own name right now.

She withdrew her head and strands of saliva fell to settle on my shaft. "You taste incredible," she mumbled, her eyes hazy. I noticed her left hand had migrated below the bed. She sighed as she rubbed herself. "So good," she added before continuing her assault.

Her pace climbed, head bobbing up and down. I swear I was hitting the back of her throat on occasion but she didn't seem to care.

"Do you... want... a turn," I managed between gasps.

"Very polite," she said, punctuating each word with a kiss on the tip. "But I'm exactly where I want to be right now. Besides, it's fucking biblical down there already."

"Biblical?" I asked. My brain had mostly switched off.

"Flooded? Forty days and nights? As in you'd need an ark to weather it."

"Oh, right."

"You're currently drowning out all the evils of my pussy."

Her focus had shifted to the metaphor, giving me time to think of something useful to say. Instead, the thoughts came from downstairs. "This is getting a little theological for me." All I really wanted was her mouth to occupy itself with something else.

"True," she clucked her tongue, then slid it from my balls to my tip. "Maybe the main course instead?"

"So long as you're ready," I said once I'd recovered from the shock of her tongue.

She rose to her feet and crawled onto the bed, her huge tits sliding up my torso as she got into position. Her nipples were hard and enticing, jutting out like thimbles. I raised my head for a taste but she sat up.

"Like I said: fucking biblical," Her expression was stony, focused.

The cheeks of her ass pressed into my thighs. I could feel the heat from her pussy on my cock. She wasn't kidding about being ready.

"Almost forgot," she said as she leaned forwards, sending her tits towards my face once more.

Again I chased her nipple and again it eluded me. Fortunately, the blowjob-induced brain fog had lifted enough for me to remember my hands. I pinched one nipple while trying to guide the other into my mouth. Her boobs were more than a handful in a literal sense.

"Ohhhh," she moaned, almost collapsing on me. "Fuuuck you, I was not expecting that."

We stayed like that for a few seconds. Me enjoying the taste and texture of her areola while she sought the willpower to rummage through the nightstand.

I felt her hand wrap around my head as she pressed me deeper into her breast. Soft locks of her hair fell across me.

The nightstand slammed shut and she shifted again. "As good as that is," she moaned. "You need to stop."

I looked up at her but didn't release. She had had plenty of chances to tease me, now it was my turn.

"I can't get the condom on if... if we're like this," she explained, holding one up.

That got my attention. Because, as heavenly as her tits were, the main attraction promised to be something more.

If there was a sexy way to unwrap and apply a condom, neither of us knew it. She struggled to free it before passing it to me to tear open with my teeth. Finding the right orientation proved its own problem. So too did rolling it into place. But at last, protection.

Sophie lifted herself up as I held her waist to help position. Being on the bottom wasn't my ideal but I'd have happily laid on a bed of broken glass if it meant getting my cock inside her.

My eyes were glued to her pussy as she lowered herself down. Biblical seemed a far more apt descriptor now. Her juices had already stained the inside of her thighs and her snatch was open partways, the lips engorged with need.

The tip of my cock made contact and I heard her stifle a gasp. She pressed down a little lower, her pussy opening to me. The warmth was incredible, even through the latex.

Sophie's eyes rolled back in her head as she lowered further and a moan rose steadily in her throat. "Ohhhh Fuck," she managed. "Yesssss."

She reached the hilt and sat there a moment, apparently needing time to recover. I could feel her walls contract and flutter. Was she cumming already?

Sophie started to move again. Small rockings of her hips that steadily grew in intensity. Her voice was small as she rolled back and forth.

"Yes, yes, yes," she mumbled.

I held her hips until I realised she didn't need any help. Then my hands found her tits again and began pinching her nipples.

Sophie's mouth opened in a silent scream and her pussy fluttered on my cock again. "Fuck," she gasped.

"You like that?" I asked. A stupid question, in hindsight.

Sophie nodded and thrust her chest forwards. Pushing her tits into my hands.

As I mentioned before, cowgirl isn't the greatest position for me. But between the way she flexed her pussy, and how incredible her body was, I didn't hold out much hope for my endurance.

Sophie rolled and ground against me, her eyes shut in ecstasy. She came again and I took the opportunity to wrap my hands around her back and pull her down onto me. From there, I grabbed her hips and started thrusting upwards, driving my cock into her as she orgasmed.

"Fuuuck," she shrieked. "More."

"Yeah?" I snarled.

"Mmm," she confirmed.

I continued pounding her as best I could from the position. Sophie's drenched folds didn't seem to want to let me go. Eventually she regained her composure and resumed grinding with a new vigor. She was closing in on a big one and so was I.

Then I saw something that snapped me out of the moment. Her hair was shaking back and forth as she moved with such ferocity, allowing enough glimpses at what lay beneath to paint a complete picture. I was no expert on fae but I knew what those points meant.

"Your ears," I realised.

"Shut up." Sophie's teeth were gritted shut and her eyes were closed.

"You're an elf," I continued.

"No," she replied.

Given the distractions available to me, I decided to leave it there. Besides, I was so fucking close.

A moan rose in Sophie's throat. She threw her head back and cried out in ecstasy as her pussy clenched my cock. The sensation was more than I could handle.

Sophie wailed my name, begging for more.

I barely noticed, instead squeezing her waist to keep her hilted on my cock as the most intense orgasm of my life echoed through my body. My vision fogged over and my thoughts blacked. Only the feeling of my cock jerking, cum filling the condom, and the heat of her body occupied my senses.

We rode out our orgasms, the world closed to all but us. Sophie fell forwards to lay on top of me, her heavy breasts pressing into my chest, nipples still digging in. Her breathing was hot and ragged. Neither of us spoke for a while.

As I slowly came down from the high of her body, I focused on the smaller details that I'd missed beneath the cloud of passion. A few freckles under her eyes, the curve of her waist and hips, the heat rising off her skin.

I wrapped my arm around her and rolled her into my side, pulling her close. We stared at the ceiling.

The smell of Sophie's body steadily made itself known to me. A new, incredible scent that went beyond the peach shampoo. Her sweat? She was covered in a thin sheen of it. No surprise given her efforts.

"How was that?" I finally asked.

"Mmm," she hummed. "You were good."

"Just good?" The chilling thought that this might be a one time thing came over me.

"Good is good, isn't it?" her tone was flat and unreadable.

"Is there going to be a 'but' to that?"

"Why? Are you worried about your performance?" Sophie exhaled thoughtfully. "Fine. The foreplay was brief but that's not what I was looking for so we can excuse it this time."

"This time?" My confidence surged.

"The kissing was good, nice tongue and teeth action," she continued, ignoring me. Her eyes were locked to the ceiling like it was part of the sistine chapel. "You found some good spots on my neck. The nipple and tit play were strong points. Oh, except for one part where you sort of shifted your arm as you were pinching lefty and it felt like you were trying to pull the ring off a tuna can."

Ouch. "Okay, noted," I said. If she heard me, she didn't seem to care.

"Other than that, I did most of the work so... maybe a six point five overall." Finally she turned to look me in the eyes. Still nothing.

I had to save this somehow. What little ego I had demanded it. "What about the part where it felt like you were cumming and I pulled you down and started to really fuck you over the crest of the orgasm?" I asked.

Sophie's face scrunched briefly. "I don't remember that bit."

"Probably because I was fucking your brains out in a literal sense."

"That sounds uncomfortable. Okay, how about I bump you up to seven?"

"I can tolerate seven." I couldn't but she didn't need to know that.

"Good." Sophie's lips wavered as a smile tried to break out. She choked it back. "So, just ninety three more points and you'll have a perfect score."

"What?!" I roared.

That sent her over the edge. The music of Sophie's laughter filled the air.

"Fucking what?" I continued, leaning over her as she curled onto her side. "This was out of one hundred? You're only giving me seven fucking percent?"

Somehow Sophie pulled herself together just enough to present the stony expression she wore so well as she rolled back to face me. "It's your fault for assuming this was an easy test."

I tried to stare her down and almost fell into the ocean of her eyes.

She raised a brow.

"No," I said. "I want a rematch. Right now."

Sophie looked towards my cock. "Are you sure you're up to that?"

"To salvage a seven percent grade? I think I'll manage."

For a few seconds she stared me down, biting her bottom lip. It almost seemed like she was considering the offer. And looking at her, breathing her in, feeling her tits pressed against me, I was starting to convince myself too. Then she rolled the other way.

"Nope, I'm good for now. But make sure you're well prepared for next time."

Next time. Confirmation. Success.

Again my train of thought was stolen from me. Her long, brown hair had parted slightly as her head rested on the pillow. A pointed ear poked between the strands.

"So there is going to be a next time?" I asked.

"Did I say that?"

"Yes, literally just then."

"Hm. In that case I suppose there will be. So long as you're available."

"Definitely." Then my curiosity proved too much to bear. "Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead."

"Your ears," I began.

Sophie tensed. "What about them?"

"They're pointed."

"And?"

"So you're a fae, right?"

"No."

"An elf? One of the fae species?"

Sophie faced me again. "Okay, please don't ever refer to me as a 'species' again." She wasn't pressing into me anymore.

"Does that mean you are an elf?" It was too late to abort the topic so I pressed on. Sunken cost in action.

"I am not an elf."

"I'm sorry," I tried in a desperate attempt to salvage the situation. "I just..."

"If you must know, I am a half elf. Therefore, half fae." Her words came flat and firm.

"Okay. I'm sorry."

A pause. "It's fine." Her tone told a different story.

"Do you still want to do this again?" I asked. I'm sure the desperation in my voice was clear as day.

"Pass me your phone," she said.

I hunted for it on the bed. Then remembered the path that had led me here and fetched it from my jeans on the floor. I unlocked the screen and gave it to her.

Sophie's fingers danced across the glass. "There," she said as she passed the phone back.

She had texted a new number. Hers, I hoped, although the text read 'curiosity killed the cat.'

"What now?" I asked.

"Now you go. We both need to study."

I got myself together without a word. Trashed the condom, found the rest of my clothes. Sophie did the same.

Nothing passed between us until we were at the door to her dorm.

"In light of recent events, I may need to bump you down to a five," she said.

"Understandable," I replied.

"I've had better pillow talk, that's all."

"I figured."

We stared at each other. It seemed like there was something else she wanted to say. Instead she leaned in and kissed me briefly on the lips.

"Until next time," she said as the door swung shut.

Evening was setting in as I walked towards my room. Would 'next time' really happen? With every part of me I hoped because, although I had only known her a few hours, there was something incredible about her. Something beyond the physical. Something addictive and infectious that I didn't want to lose.