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Description: A college co-ed is blackmailed into picking up random men. In this first chapter Sylvia’s secret past is revealed, explaining the basis for the remaining chapters.
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Rick entered Sylvia’s room as she was gathering the last of her personal belongings. He took a moment and admired his lovely brunette daughter. He still couldn’t believe she was nineteen years old already and headed off to college. He gripped the handles of two suitcases and rolled them away.
“Are those too heavy?” she called out after him.
He turned around in time to see her pushing the hair on the left side of her head behind her ear. She was such a beautiful young woman when she smiled, which she was doing at the moment. Her smooth face was radiant with nervous joy, brown eyes warm and sparkling.
“They’re heavy,” he agreed with a nod, “but not too heavy, sweetheart.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
“You’re more than welcome,” he answered, his heart brimming with fatherly pride.
Fifteen minutes later the family, minus Tommy, gathered in the foyer near the front door.
“Please don’t start crying or I will too,” Sylvia pleaded with her mom as they hesitated at the front door.
“It’s going to be awfully quiet around the house without you,” Rick announced.
“You still have Tommy,” Sylvia pointed out.
Clara rolled her eyes. “Yes, well, he’s twenty-two and with any luck will be out of the house soon.”
Sylvia gave her a hug while whispering, “I’ll bet he’s still here when I come back for Christmas break.”
After the brief goodbye Rick reached into his pocket and fetched the SUV keys. “Are we ready?”
She gave her mom a final wave, turned toward the door, and sighed. “I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
Clara suddenly realized Tommy was still absent. “Oh honey, let me get your brother. I’m sure he wants to say goodbye.”
Sylvia looked up at the ceiling, which also served as the second floor of the two-story home. “If he really cared he’d be down here, not sitting in front of his computer playing that on-line game. That’s okay, don’t bother him. He lives in an entirely different world.”
A few minutes later they were on the road. Sylvia, nineteen years young and eager to enter the next phase of her life, was leaving behind her innocence for the great unknown.
Sylvia was feeling very nervous as Rick turned into the apartment parking lot. A large banner advertised free wireless internet and free cable TV. As he cruised through the lot she called out the apartment numbers on the doors as they slowly drove past.
“Should be the next one, I’ll pull in here,” he announced before parking.
They walked to the entrance and Rick rang the bell before returning to the SUV for the bags. Sylvia nervously waited at the door which opened a few seconds later; a blonde peeked out.
Sylvia smiled and waved in a friendly manner. “Hi, I’m Sylvia, your new roommate.”
The blonde returned the smile and opened the door wider. “Hi, I’m Susie. Sorry about that, I’m just naturally suspicious.”
“Is she here?” a curious, muffled voice sounded from further inside.
Susie turned her head and shouted back, “It’s Sylvia, our new roommate.”
Rick walked up pulling the two heavy suitcases behind him. “Hi, I’m Rick, Sylvia’s father.”
Susie appeared interested and was all smiles as she gave him a once-over, nodding approvingly. “Uhmm… I like my new roommate even more.”
The third roommate appeared, peeking over Susie’s shoulder. “Hi, I’m Vickie.”
Sylvia smiled warmly, although was put off a bit by her bright green hair. “Hi, I’m Sylvia. It’s so nice to meet you. This is my dad, Rick.”
A hand was extended over Susie’s shoulder, and Sylvia shook it. When it veered in Rick’s direction he smiled and shook it as well. “It’s nice to meet you, Vickie.”
After moving the baggage from the SUV to Sylvia’s new room Rick hesitated before his daughter.
Sylvia was as excited while feeling both nervous and scared. “Thanks for bringing me. I know it’s a long drive.”
Rick smiled. “It’s one I’ll be making quite a bit over the next four years, I imagine. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart, all grown up… and out of the house.”
She laughed as tears rolled down her cheeks. “Good luck getting Tommy out. I don’t care what mom says…”
“You leave Tommy to me, sweetheart,” Rick advised. “Just worry about yourself, okay?”
Sylvia nodded while wiping away the tears. “Thanks so much.”
He reached into his shirt pocket and extracted a small envelope which he handed to her.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“A security blanket of sorts,” he explained. “It’s one of those new money cards that spends just like a credit card. There’s five hundred dollars on it. We’ve already agreed to what bills I’ll pay, but life happens. Use it when you need to.”
“Oh Dad, you’re so thoughtful,” she cried out.
“I love you, sweetheart.”
Sylvia kissed his cheek. “I love you too. I’ll miss everyone like crazy… well, almost everyone.”
Rick smiled. “You’ll be sorely missed. Study hard and make us all proud.”
“I will,” she promised.
He left the room as his daughter began unpacking. As he passed through the living room Susie latched onto him.
“Please tell me you’re not leaving us girls all alone,” she complained in a whiny voice. “Stay the night, at least. You can get a fresh start in the morning.”
Susie coiled her arms around his neck while suggestively rubbing her firm, impressive boobs against his chest. He breathed in her sweet scent as his manly organ stirred. She was a particularly striking young woman, but he was so much older. Rick politely smiled and gently removed her arms.
“I’m sure you three will get along quite nicely without me.”
“How about one for the road?” she offered temptingly with a naughty, mischievous smile written across her cute face.
Rick hesitated. “Sorry, I don’t drink and drive.”
Her smile turned into a playful grin. “What I have to give you is a whole lot more intoxicating than what someone can put inside a bottle.”
“You’re going to be a handful,” he predicted with a chuckle. “Sorry, I have to go.”
After a hectic day registering for classes Sylvia returned to the apartment intent on taking a well-deserved rest. But as she entered the room a box was resting on the center of her bed. It was quite large, about the size of a counter-top microwave oven. Curious, she checked out the computer-printed label, which merely had initials and the apartment address.
“Susie?” Sylvia called out tentatively while stepping into the living room. “Do you know anything about this package?”
A few seconds later her blonde roommate appeared from the direction of the kitchen, a Popsicle in one hand. “It was outside the door when I got home. When I saw the ‘S.S.’ I figured it was yours so I put it there.”
“Sylvia Saunders… interesting; but I wasn’t expecting anything.”
Before walking away Susie added, “Maybe that handsome father of yours sent you something special.”
Sylvia was still mystified. “Yeah, maybe…”
After slicing through the tape at the seam on the top of the box she grabbed it and broke through the rest of its hold. Sylvia pulled out enough of the white Styrofoam peanuts to reach another, slightly smaller box buried inside. After opening it she removed a small notebook computer. It didn’t look new; in fact she saw a label stating REFURBISHED in bold letters on top.
“Tommy,” she muttered under her breath; he was always buying and selling things on the internet. “That was nice of him, but why all the secrecy?”
As she picked up the outer box to place it on the floor she felt something else hidden within the collection of white Styrofoam shells. Her hands blindly sifted through the packaging until she felt two smaller boxes, both of which she withdrew.
They were quite heavily taped, and as she rotated one box she noticed a computer-printed label which read, ‘Box #2, DO NOT OPEN until instructed’. She laid it down and looked at the other one. A similar label was affixed to it, which read, ‘Box #1, DO NOT OPEN until instructed’. Sylvia’s curiosity was piqued by the mysterious packages but she followed the instructions and left the smaller two unopened.
“Why would Tommy do this?” she wondered out loud as she plugged the power supply into a wall outlet and connected the power plug to the computer. “Or did Tommy have anything to do with this at all?”
She lifted the top up and pressed the power button. As it came to life Sylvia grabbed the two unopened boxes and carried them to her dresser, giving them each a gentle shake as she wondered what they were.
“What was in it?” Susie asked as she poked her head through the open bedroom doorway.
Sylvia’s attention was still focused on the unopened boxes. “A notebook computer, and these; how strange.”
“What are those?”
She shrugged her shoulders uncertainly. “I don’t know, but the label says not to open them up until I’m told to. Doesn’t that sound strange to you?”
“Strange?” Susie asked. “I’d say it’s downright creepy. Do you know who they’re from?”
“I’m guessing my older brother, but no, I don’t know for sure.”
“Whoever it is knows your initials and where you’re living, so it can’t be a complete stranger,” Susie deduced. “I’m sure you’ll figure it all out.”
Sylvia returned to the computer, hoping to learn the identity of the gift-giver by looking through the PC files. But it looked pretty sanitized, with just the usual collection of icons offering free trials for various software titles.
When a small message box popped up reporting the computer had detected an unsecured wireless network and asked if she wanted to connect to it, she consented and went back to looking at the desktop for some clue as to the strange gift-giver’s identity.
One icon finally caught her attention; it was an open eye, and the file was named “SSSS”.
Curious, she double-clicked on it. The desktop was replaced by a white screen. After a timed delay a title appeared in bold black letters.
“Sylvia Saunders’ Sexy Secret,” she read the title of what appeared to be a poem. “What the hell is this?”
She closed and locked her bedroom door before carefully movng the computer to the foot of her bed. Sylvia sat down and continued reading.
She gasped. Sylvia could hardly believe what she was reading. Nobody knew what happened, nobody except for Liz and herself. Nobody else was there; how could anybody have known about what happened between them that afternoon?
“Instructions?” Sylvia wondered out loud, and then thought of the two remaining unopened boxes. “What the hell is going on? Who the hell are you? What do you want from me?”
After finishing the simple, twisted poem, Sylvia walked to her dresser and picked up the first box. That was when she noticed how badly her fingers were shaking. Was she scared or just angry? She carried it to the bed, sat down, and used her fake painted fingernails to slice through the wrapping tape.
While opening up the box her mind thought back to the high school assistant coach, Elizabeth White, who they all called Liz…
For Sylvia it was a difficult time in her life. She’d just turned eighteen a couple of weeks earlier and her hormones were raging. She was an emotional mess as she tried to figure out what she wanted from life. Her love life was inactive as most of the time she was studying. There were occasional dates from time to time, but there wasn’t anybody serious in her life. That was when Liz showed up.
“Girls, we have a new addition to the staff,” the head coach announced to the soccer team after they assembled on one side of the school gym before heading to the field for practice. “This is Elizabeth White. She just graduated from college and this is her first position, so please go easy on her.”
The girls, all of them eighteen or older and dressed in dark shorts with bright yellow t-shirts, laughed. Sylvia was one of them.
“Thanks, Coach Perkins,” Elizabeth told her new boss before turning to the team and announced, “You girls can call me Liz. Are we ready to play some soccer?”
The girls enthusiastically cheered. Liz blew her shiny new chrome whistle which dangled from her neck by a red lanyard. They all jogged to the open doors at the back of the gym and headed toward the soccer field.
As they went through their practice routines Liz stopped several girls and coached them on their playing style. Sylvia was one of them. The two of them immediately clicked. Sylvia wasn’t sure what it was, maybe because they were much closer in age to one another, but she immediately responded to the new coach and liked her right from the start.
Over the course of the next few weeks Sylvia found any excuse she could to interact with Liz. Besides being a good person, her bubbly, outgoing personality was the perfect fit for a coaching position. She was always energetic and positive, and it rubbed off on everyone she worked with.
It was late on a Friday afternoon when Sylvia was changing in the locker room. The rest of the team had scattered as they started the weekend, but she was in no rush. Her mood had turned sour and she was feeling depressed, practically on the verge of crying.
“Sylvia?” Liz asked in a concerned tone.
“Sorry coach, I’m almost done,” the teen responded in a sad voice.
Liz stood there looking for several moments and then approached. The coach sat down beside the girl and reached her right arm around Sylvia’s waist. Her left hand reached across her body and gently brushed the dark hair away from the left side of Sylvia’s face.
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Liz questioned. “Would you like to talk to me about it?”
Liz was such a caring person that her sincere words triggered Sylvia’s emotions. When tears began rolling down her student’s cheeks Liz immediately reached her left arm around Sylvia’s shoulders and pulled the girl against her chest. The coach could feel Sylvia’s body vibrating as she cried. Liz held and supported her student in silence, patiently waiting to see if she might want to discuss anything.
Five minutes later Sylvia straightened up and lifted her head off of Liz’s shoulder. Her tears had soaked into the t-shirt and left behind a large wet spot.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s been wrong with me lately,” she apologized in embarrassment. “I go from happy to sad at the drop of a hat. Does that sound crazy?”
Liz smiled warmly and gently cupped Sylvia’s wet cheeks in her hands. The coach looked directly into her moist, blood-shot eyes and assured her, “You’re not crazy. There are a few teachers I wonder about, though.”
Sylvia laughed and instantly felt much better. Liz could work miracles with people at times, which was why there was such a strong attraction between them. The great sense of relief was accompanied by a strange spark, inspiring Sylvia to slowly lean forward. Her eyes looked down at her coach’s full lips, silently telegraphing her intentions.
Instead of stopping her student Liz tilted her head slightly and their mouths met. They both tingled with excitement from the electric-like surges created by the intimate embrace. After a few seconds their lips parted, wet tongues nervously entwining. It was immediately arousing. They both softly moaned as the passion intensified.
Although learning about it later, at the time Sylvia had no way of knowing that Liz was bi-sexual. The woman had been very busy at college, spending far more time in young freshman women’s beds than any other, including her own. She entertained men on occasion but her true interest was in young women like herself.
Liz had sensed a connection with Sylvia from the start. There was no way the assistant coach would initiate anything with any of her students, but her sexual weakness made it impossible to stop when the student turned on to her. As soon it was clear Sylvia wanted to kiss Liz’s body trembled with needy desire and lost all semblance of situational control.
There was no doubt that the coach was quite talented sexually. Back on campus she had a real knack for spotting the wide-eyed freshman women who were out of their comfort zone in a strange new environment. Liz befriended them with a disarming smile, charming them with sincerity. And then when she had them where she wanted her seductive skills quickly steered them into bed.
Nearly all of them were straight, but that didn’t keep Liz from enjoying their young bodies. Once she had someone in her sights there was no stopping her daring pursuit. If she was an animal out in the wild, Liz would have undoubtedly been the alpha female.
Liz smiled to herself as her hands lowered, the tips of her fingers ever so lightly brushing against Sylvia’s nipples through the front of her shirt. The student wasn’t wearing a bra, which further enhanced the effectiveness of the touching. Sylvia began moaning, her body shuddering as the pulsating tips hardened.
Despite a sense of hesitation when first being touched, Sylvia felt incredibly comfortable with Liz. She was the only person that seemed to understand her. The coach had quickly earned Sylvia’s complete trust, something that few had managed to accomplish. Although initially jumping when fingers started brushing on the tops of her nipples, the arousing warmth it triggered in her loins was undeniable.
After several minutes of heavy kissing Liz’s tongue withdrew from Sylvia’s mouth. Her lips lingered a moment longer, ending the kissing slowly, before backing away altogether. Sylvia’s eyes opened slowly as her mouth widened in a genuine smile.
“I was afraid…”
“Afraid I didn’t feel the same way?” Liz guessed, to which Sylvia nodded. “I sensed it from the first time we talked. Are you okay with this?”
Sylvia glanced down as if searching her heart and soul. That was the only time Liz grew uncertain. But a moment later, when Sylvia looked back up, her face radiated with joy and she was nodding her head. The coach leaned forward, placing an encouraging kiss on her lips as both hands lowered and grasped the bottom of the student’s t-shirt.
When Sylvia raised her arms up like a referee signaling a touchdown Liz pulled the shirt up and off over head. She gazed down at the exposed breasts, finding them to be a beautiful sight. She’d seen so many in her college days, but Sylvia’s competed with the best. The naturally firm, upright boobs with the large pinkish-brown tips looked amazing. The coach felt the old hunger returning.
Liz was experienced with virgins and she took her own t-shirt off. Sylvia nervously looked down at her coach’s chest, checking out and comparing the two sets of naked breasts. Liz’s boobs seemed just as perky but were slightly larger.
“You’re very pretty,” Sylvia announced in a complimentary tone.
“You can touch them… Let’s both touch each other, does that sound good?”
Sylvia nodded, not resisting at all as Liz placed Sylvia’s hands on Liz’s boobs. They both caressed and fondled one another, sampling the creamy smooth flesh and teasing the nipples. Liz glanced over and evaluated her student, making sure she wasn’t getting scared. Instead the teen seemed dazed as she stared at her coach’s chest, mind elsewhere.
“Are you okay, Sylvia?”
The teen came to and their gaze met. “Yeah… I’m fine.”
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