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Miranda - 1
by Desert Bandit (address withheld)
***
This is a story about sexual tension. The protagonist
is an 18 year old college freshman who is still a
virgin, and an ultra hot, brown haired girl he can't
stand named Miranda. He's a freshman, and she's a
junior; although she feels a powerful sexual attraction
towards him, she makes it a point to repress it and
never act on it. The end result is constant anger with
no outlet because, well, that energy has to go
somewhere. (MF, nc, 1st, rom)
***
Jayce never thought he would get into Princeton. Even
though his buddies talked about all kinds of horror
stories about the Ivies, he really wanted to get in,
largely because every male in his family had attended
an Ivy League University. His uncle Steve was a Yale
graduate, while his father graduated Suma Cum Laude
from Harvard.
Naturally, as with every son who stands in the shadow
of an overachieving father, he felt pressured.
Nevertheless, thanks to an effective combination of
brown nosing and actual academic effort, he got
straight A's in school and graduated at the top of his
class. Not only that but his Ivy pedigree had virtually
guaranteed him admission. He had succeeded getting into
the Ivy University he wanted, but something bothered
him; he was still a virgin.
While his father and uncles gave him good advice on how
to secure a sterling GPA by not neglecting the
importance of brown nosing, being Ivy geeks themselves
they were clueless as to the female gender. Of course,
when one comes from a wealthy enough family, rich men's
boys don't have to go to girls, girls go to them. What
Jayce wanted though, was someone sincere, someone who
liked him for who he was, not what he had. In other
words, it was a classic case of a virginal and lovesick
emo rich kid.
Plenty of girls went to him alright, problem was, he
had a tendency to stutter and put his foot in his
mouth. All his other friends had already gotten laid
(by ugly sluts mind you), and even though the girls in
question weren't much to look at, hey, something was
something right?
It was tough coming from a family with an Ivy
background. His dad, ever the nerd, was constantly
debating him on Pascal, or even on more obscure
Philosophers. The one uncle who didn't attend an Ivy
League school, uncle Robert, also constantly bombarded
him with equations, numbers and figures.
Now, Robert never went to an Ivy League school that is
officially an Ivy league school, but its admission
criteria give it an unofficial "Ivy" status; the school
in question, was M.I.T. Naturally, being an M.I.T.
grad, uncle Robert was by far his most annoying
relative. I mean, was everything math to that guy?
Uncle Robert was like, a Math freak! For his 7th
birthday, Robert actually gave Jayce a copy of Newton’s
"Principia Mathematica." For his 10th birthday,
theories on how to solve Einstein's "theory of
everything" which Robert was actually attempting to
solve himself.
All in all, it was all brain bombardment with him; poor
Jayce never played with any toys, not even video games,
growing up. He had several friends, but each more
clueless than the last about girls. Naturally when he
got into Princeton he was more exited about the
academic aspect of the place than the potential social
life.
Princeton had an insane work load like all the Ivies,
but, unlike other Ivies, its professors did not have a
reputation for being sadists. Nor did the Nobel
laureates in its staff neglect their teaching duties
the way professors of other Ivy schools did, at the
very least, not as much. The general attitude of Nobel
Prize winning professors at Harvard for example is
"don't bother me; I'm doing research that will change
the world."
The truth is, at the Ivies, most of the academics that
get professorships there care little for the student
body, and instead spend most of their time doing
research. In fact, the reputation of the Ivies is not
so much the quality of education, but the quality of
the research a given Doctor can do there. That is, for
research purposes, the Ivies are unmatched. Best places
in the world.
As far as quality education though, that's another
story. Princeton was known for delivering both a high
quality education AND being a top notch research place,
something its administrators often shoved down the
throats of Harvard's. That was the reason Jayce wanted
to get into Princeton so bad; despite his father's
visible disappointment that he did not wish to attend
his alma matter, he nevertheless respected Princeton
and Jayce felt happy that upon completing his
undergraduate work he could just stay there and do
research.
Feeling a powerful guilt complex over living a
privileged life, he majored in Sociology, which he
planned to get a Doctorate in to try and save the
world. Being sick and tired of Mathematics and the hard
sciences, he wished to understand people as a whole
population context, rather than on an individual level
as with Psychology. Of course, being a Sociology major
meant that one of his required classes would be a
Psychology one, where he met Miranda.
Miranda; the statuesque, light brown haired, New
England Brahmin beauty with the sultry eyes. From the
few genuinely beautiful women the New England Brahmin
have, she was most definitely one of them. Full lips,
the prettiest nose anyone would love to own, and a
perfect oval shaped face. She had a creamy complexion
and soft green eyes, complemented (not hampered) by
naturally thin eyebrows. She stood at 5'11 inches, her
measurements standing at 37-26-37. Long story short,
the girl was a knockout. She was in her Junior year,
and so had about 2 years on Jayce at the age of 20.
She was one of those people who tended to leave the
required courses for the very last minute, of which,
she had overlooked an important Psychology course. Why
did she study Sociology? It was the major she remotely
cared for with the least Math in it, which she wasn't
very good at. She was used to A's from the prep school
she attended in Boston, generally though, anything that
had numbers in it, she had to put in an extra effort.
God did she ever hate Math; Miranda always thought
Mathematicians were in league with the devil. Hey! They
say "the devil is in the details." If the devil is in
the details, and Math has a lot of annoying details,
doesn't that make Math the devil's invention? Does that
mean then, that people whose favorite subject is Math,
are Satanists? Miranda always thought so, and generally
thought people who were good with numbers to be
extremely annoying. Jayce could do college level
Calculus equations in his head.
Miranda was visibly embarrassed that she had overlooked
a Psych course that was required for freshmen, and
wanted nothing to do with the underclassmen there. Her
attitude was aloof and cold. Jayce, like Miranda, had
arrived late to class and so they had to sit close to
each other in the back rows. Immediately, Jayce became
smitten; he had never seen someone so hot. Now, being
wealthy means that one sees a lot of good looking
girls, but he had never seen a girl as symetrically
perfect as Miranda in his life.
Even though she was 2 inches taller than him, Jayce did
not seem to mind the height difference. Miranda knew he
was devouring her with his eyes but pretended not to
notice. God what a pervert! She could feel him staring
at her breasts and her legs for the duration of the
class. When she knew he wasn't looking she would glance
at him.
Immediately, when she saw him, she suppressed a laugh.
Jayce had an adorably comical appearance that was at
once laughable, yet endearing. The moment she saw him
she thought she would have a little fun with him; like
all hotties she enjoyed tormenting nerds. Jayce though,
was unusually cute, in a very cartoonish kind of way.
She simply could not get over how funny looking he was,
how "drawn" he looked. If a comparison had to be made,
you could say Jayce was as comical looking as any
"Tenchi Muyo!" male protagonist, and every bit a loser.
Poor Jayce was a nerd through and through, what can I
say.
Strangely though, as funny looking as he was, Miranda
felt something that annoyed the hell out of her. Even
though she thought he was funny looking (but cute), she
also felt a strange tingling feeling in her chest and
pussy. Oh my God, was she sexually attracted to him!?
No way! Miranda had lost her virginity her freshman
year of college to a manly guy who had to shave three
times a day.
He was an athlete imported from England who was just
gorgeous; tall, dark, and yes, handsome. He had a very
strong jawline, accentuated of course with really broad
shoulders and a hairy chest. Standing at 6'3 inches
tall he was a good match for her in the height
department too. What on earth was wrong with her body?
She didn't feel anything even remotely similar when she
first met Nigel, and yet that geek was actually turning
her on! Like, what the fuck!? Her attraction towards
him went completely against everything she had learned
about human evolution.
So, here she was, a statuesque brunette, feeling a
powerful sexual and emotional attraction towards
someone none of her friends would even CONSIDER talking
to, much less dating. Nevertheless, her heart and body
were reacting to him, and it really annoyed her. Then
again, so what? So what if she felt sexually attracted
to him? She figured she did not have to act on it.
The boorish lecture wore on, and Jayce's focus shifted
from the professor, to Miranda's breasts and legs. The
class eventually ended, and with a very straight "I'm
not looking at you" face, Miranda did her very best not
too look in Jayce's direction, and walked out. All the
way to the door, she could feel his eyes on her ass.
Little pervert! No matter, she would teach him a lesson
later.
Poor Jayce; 5'9, 145lbs, and on top of that a comical
as hell appearance. He wasn't exactly a vision of
manliness, and easy prey for the depredations of
someone like Miranda. Add to that his painful shyness,
and as one can imagine, all hell was about to break
loose in his emotional life. Wanting to get his mind
off Miranda, he went to the professor to ask him a
question about a concept he pretended to not
understand.
"Mr. Steenberg," the professor said. "Clearly, you
haven't been paying attention."
Within the space of 2 minutes, the professor repeated
the entire lesson to explain a simple definition of a
term. Jayce had learned his first lesson about college;
make it a point to understand the material, and NEVER
ask the professor for help. Ever. Outside the door,
Jayce heard snickering. It sounded like Miranda! Saying
he needed to go, he bolted.
By the time he climbed up the steps though, she had
already disappeared. If she was listening in then,
maybe she was interested! Suddenly, he was flying on
cloud 9. Poor Jayce; so naive. So clueless. Miranda,
was a great white shark. Jayce, was a sea lion pup
swimming in unfamiliar waters. Do the math.
To be continued...
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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