Compulsion

Chapter One-3

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Dr. Maddie Fox drove like a woman in a hurry, changing lanes impatiently, weaving through the morning traffic, with one thought in mind: She had to get to her desk. She was tingling, excited, one might even say ‘driven’ to see what awaited her in today’s glowing e-mail.

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In spite of the oversized baseball cap, floppy sweat suit, baggy army jacket, and clunky shoes, the blonde with the pony-tail was still cute enough to cause the guy working behind the front desk of the computer lab to look up, and follow her lithe body with lively interest, as she blithely made her way to a free console at the back of the room. With her mind set on the task before her, Jamie completely ignored the kid at the desk, along with everyone else in room. Her fingertips flew across the keyboard with brisk efficiency, booting up, typing in her password, then tapping the desk impatiently while she waited for the little icons to appear, and the hoped for message. Yes! She got mail!

There it was! The one she had been hoping for, third from the bottom. A wave of elation ran through her. Ignoring the other messages, she ran the colored bar down to highlight the message from Dr. Wolfe, and she pressed “Enter.”

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The next day, the same kid was back at his post behind the desk when the hot blond chick zipped past, causing him to look up and once again follow her longingly, as she rushed to an empty workstation. It was the same pony-tailed girl, hurrying to get to a computer, but this time there had been quite a transformation!

The freshly-scrubbed face of yesterday bore carefully applied make-up: those big brown eyes were highlighted, the lashes lengthened, and thickened. The dark glossy lipstick she wore made her lips even more inviting. With her straight silver-blond hair drawn back into her perky ponytail, the mini-skirted blonde bounced along. Was she really so totally unaware of the how incredibly hot she looked, the kid wondered?

He watched her from over the top of his screen: the short skirt and the skimpy top — a bright blue halter pulled tightly and tied behind her back, streamlining her maidenly breasts. The brief halter, pulled so taut that it compressed the slight bulges on her thin chest. A pair of stubby n*****s to clearly showed through the shiny fabric. The sexy top left her velvet smooth midriff deliciously bare, while letting a sliver of softly-mounded breast peek out at each side from under her arms. The loose, khaki mini-skirt she wore came halfway down her slender thighs, allowing her bare legs to be freely displayed in all their naked glory. The modest heels of a pair of strapped sandals kept the girl on her toes, elongating those delicious, lightly-tanned, mouth-watering lengths. In her frenzied haste to get to a computer, the girl paid not the slightest attention to the awe-struck kid who sat staring in wide-eyed wonder.

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Jamie was one of those rather rare girls who could go for a long stretches without a guy. It had never been a problem for her, because the pretty blonde had guys falling over themselves, pathetically eager to get in the pretty blonde’s pants ever since high school. Still, while they always seemed be around her, she never gave a lot of thought to boys. Not that she was a Lesbian like so many in the Movement. It was just that she reserved her adoration, almost a hero-worship for strong women — women like Paige Robbins, who had half-convinced her that men were pretty much useless, joking they could be replaced by a more trustworthy dildo, or if need be, a turkey baster. She was half convinced that women didn’t need men. So it was unusual, that for the last few days her thoughts had turned increasingly to s*x…and to guys. Suddenly, Jamie would find herself shaken by uncontrollable waves of randiness that rolled over her, and left her weak as a kitten, and purring with an intense horniness that became a physical thing. At times like that she had to find some private place and immediately take matters in hand. She knew she was far too young to be having hot flashes, but those sudden surges of arousal suffused her with warmth and left her sweating. And when they receded, they left her flushed, her whole body tingling with s****l excitement.

Now, as she waited for the bus, a knot of lust tightened in her belly. She quickly looked around, and she snuck a furtive hand down to touch herself between her legs, quickly pressing her fingers against her skirted, rapidly-moistening v****a.

It had been a long day at school. Frequently distracted and unable to concentrate, she somehow managed to get through her night class. But now she knew what she was. She a female in heat, and she wanted a man! She set out to hunt.

Jamie had often taken the long ride on the University bus, as it made its interminable loop around the east campus. She knew it would be crowded with night students on their way home. By this time, there would be plenty of guys on board, as the later trips always picked up a crowd from the gym. The bus could be counted on to be hauling a load of freshly-showered jocks. The shiver that went through her caused her to close her eyes, and rock back on her heels. The erotic image of naked men, a whole a roomful of them, soaping their bodies under steamy showers, hit her with such force that it took her breath away.

Now she stepped up onto the dark, crowded bus, and quickly surveyed the passengers: mostly boys from the gym, a sprinkling of girls from night classes. As she expected, all the seats were taken. Then she saw him: the boy she wanted, wedged into a back corner, hanging from the overhead bar, a tall, rangy guy, with dark hair and rugged good looks, wearing a T-shirt and jeans. For a split second their eyes met; he looked away, not wanting to stare.

The male passengers looked up with interest when the pretty blonde got on, causing Jamie to lower her head and smile to herself. She couldn’t help being secretly pleased. As she made her way down the crowded aisle, brushing past their awkward bodies, one could sense how her presence in their midst instantly excited the cluster of healthy young guys.

She pushed her way through the crowd till she got to the guy in the shadowy corner. Looking up at him with those big brown eyes, she gave him a pleasant smile in a dim, overhead light, before deliberately turning her back on him. She reached up for the overhead bar after having placed herself only a few inches in front of the boy. She could feel him behind her, sensed him shift his weight, widening his stance against the sway of the bus; she set her heels in the same manner.

The bus drew up to another stop; still more students pushed their way on. The new passengers pressed into the narrow aisle, and it became even more congested; bodies were squeezed together. Jamie was jostled slightly, and used her rebound to fall back against the standing boy, pinning him in the corner. He was taller than she was, but only by a few inches, and her soft bottom now made contact with his blue-jeaned loins. She turned to sneak a look over her shoulder, and found him looking out the window.

Random movements in the crowded space pushed them closer; the movement of the bus, as it suddenly lurched, pushed her ass back into him. Jamie would go for it! She took a deep breath and then reached back to boldly touch the boy’s leg. She sensed the guy instantly stiffen as her fingers glided over denim. There was a pause, then he shifted and let his lank body fall forward, meeting hers in full-body contact. She could hear his breathing deepen; fought the urge to look over her shoulder.

Instead, she sent her spread fingers creeping around the curve of his thigh, till she could insinuate her hand between their tightly pressed bodes, blind fingers seeking his manhood through the front of his jeans. Again his body stiffened as her inquisitive fingers explored, and then quite definitely found, the tented shape. A semi-solid p***s! The young woman’s fingers closed on the unmistakable bulge, instantly powering the healthy young lad into a full-fledged straining erection.

She moved her hand, slid the flattened palm of her hand down the front of his jeans, pressing with firm confidence right over his straining prick. For a moment, she fondled him and then clasped and urgently squeezed his rock-solid c**k, clutching the meaty length in her small fist. And when she was confident she had the guy solidly upstanding, she moved her hand out from between their bodies, and happily wigged her ass back against him, relishing the feel of his upstanding prick against her lightly-skirted bottom. She made him tremble, and thought she heard his make a noise, a soft groan; his hips squirmed back in lusty answer.

Now fired by her own burgeoning lust, Jamie reached back to find his free hand and take him by the wrist. She brought the hand forward, placing it around her trim waist. He felt his way along the bones of her lower ribcage seeking the smooth flesh of her taut bare midriff, and used that hand to pull her back against him, wiggling his hips, letting the blond girl get the feel of his hard p***s, his terrible need.

Jamie closed her eyes, craned back; purred in dreamy contentment. The little throaty noises made by the writhing blonde, caused a few of their fellow passengers to look their way, but Jamie’s eyes flew open, and she met their curious gaze boldly, directly; caught looking, they guiltily turned away.

The crowded bus lurched along, wallowing around a sweeping curve, and when they regained their stance, the dark-haired guy had slid his hand down and around her thigh, to fit his curved palm to the pert contour of Jamie McDonough’s mini-skirted rearend. He realized he had a hot piece on his hands. Just how far could he go in feeling up the hot, sexy chick on this crowded bus? She squirmed her bottom into his large, masculine hand; signaling with her wagging hips, how much she loved it, and he knew he could get away with just about anything! His prick surged in wild elation at the happy thought.

His splayed fingers stretched more widely, digging into the meaty flesh, and then closing to grab and hold and squeeze a greedy handful of taut, young cheek. Jamie sucked in a shivering breath as she felt his hand move over her thinly clad ass, his fingertips tracing the ridged outline of her panties through her skirt.

His adoring hand felt its way lower to the back of her thigh to caress the rich, succulent flesh he found there. He kept up his incessant fondling, squeezing her thigh, heating her up, and though she tried to control herself, she couldn’t help grinding her ass back into his groin.

With increasing confidence his furtive hand slid up the taut smooth skin at the back of her leg, and right up under her loose khaki skirt. Jamie was thrilled to feel guy’s hand going right up her skirt.

He delighted in the silky feel of her pantied ass, moving his hand freely over her nylon-covered buttocks, relishing the slick feel of the thin fabric as it slid over the girl’s smooth, tight mounds. His eager fingers took a firmer grip of Jamie’s plump little bottom, squeezed and kneaded her pliant buttocks together in his large palm.

She gasped, quivered; bit off a tiny moan. It was becoming harder to hide the fact that the pretty blonde was getting turned on, aroused by the warm comfort of the masculine hand that was paying tribute to her pert young behind.