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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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