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Archive-name: First/op-seduc.txt

Archive-author: Louanne

Archive-title: Operation- Seduction

Sally awoke with a start to the sound of tires in her driveway.

Footsteps made their way up to the porch, and the top of the

mailbox creaked open and shut again. As she peered out the

window, she saw an upturned, smiling face and the flash of a

thumbs-up sign before the figure returned to the car and pulled

out of the driveway.

She quickly threw on her robe and hurried down the stairs. As

she retrieved the envelope from her mailbox, she shook her head,

remembering how the whole thing began…

Sally and Louanne worked for a small liberal arts college,

Louanne on the science faculty, and Sally as a librarian. Both

were surprised to have been invited to join an elite group of

students in a private bbs. Few faculty or staff were trusted to

keep confidential the no-holds-barred atmosphere of “The Cuckoo’s

Nest,” as the board was called, so Sally and Louanne felt quite

honored to be included. The Nest was a place where the best and

brightest (and most irreverent) students cut loose and released

tensions. Explicit language flew, practical jokes were planned,

atrocious puns committed and purity test scores and their

significance were endlessly debated.

In the latter department, the possessor of the lowest test score

(or the highest percentage of purity, depending on your point of

view) on the conference was the frequent butt of the usual

jokes. Bob gave as good as he got, though, and often dropped

hints on the conference as to the location of his room and the

days his roommate would be out of town. As far as anyone knew,

however, Bob kept unsullied his nickname of “Ivory Soap” for his

99 and 44/100ths % purity. Of course that number would also

have been a fairly accurate estimate of his I.Q. percentile as

well. He was easily the brightest student to pass through the

college (and quite possibly the shyest). “Bob,” one conference

member said, “makes that Marilyn vos Savant woman look like an

airheaded valley girl.” The sentiment was unanimously agreed

with.

As the end of spring semester rolled around, Louanne met Sally

for lunch. Discussion turned to the Nest and the upcoming party

to celebrate the impending graduation of some of the

“Nestlings.”

“Did you read Bob’s last post to the party topic?” Sally asked

Louanne.

“Didn’t it say something about the party being the last chance to

seduce him before he graduated?” she replied.

“That’s the one!” Sally laughed.

“Wouldn’t it be funny if someone finally called his bluff?”

“What do you mean? All of the women at the party surround him,

carry him off to the bedroom, and gang bang him or something?”

“Well, that’d hardly be the proper way to take his cherry - he’d

be warped for life,” Louanne said.

“What, then? Find a volunteer to try to seduce him?” Sally

asked. She then batted her eyes in imitation of a semi-reluctant

virgin, and added, “‘Oh! Be gentle! It’s my first time!’ and all

that? Ha!! He’d faint dead away if anyone laid a hand on him!”

she snorted.

“I bet he wouldn’t!”

“Too bad there isn’t a way to settle our difference of opinion.”

Lou thought for a moment, and said, “Come to think of it, I _do_

have the highest score in the conference on the Purity Test…

Who better to initiate a young man, hmmmmm? But if I were to do

the hard part, so to speak, it’s only fair that you have some

stake in it, too…”

Not believing her ears, Sally said “Oh yeah. Right. Like what?”

“The place. Lend me your keys to the library.”

“Are you out of your mind??!?!?” Sally squeaked.

“You’re the one who’s so sure he’d back down, so what’s the risk,

hmmm?” She grinned devilishly. “Besides, can you think of a

more appropriate place to seduce an intellectual-type? Say in

that little study area with the couches over in the literature

section?” Louanne was really warming to the subject now.

“Lou….”

“Either way, I’ll return your keys with a full, written report!”

Louanne leered.

…Sally ripped opened the manila envelope. Inside were the

library keys (”Thank god!” she thought) and the report. She

settled into the loveseat and began to read.

Final Report: Operation Seduction.

I was very careful not to spook the subject on the way to the

party, and you’ll have to agree that my behavior was exemplary

during the event - exemplary for _me_ anyway. I decided to make

my move on the way back to campus. As our conversation about

the party wound down, I asked, “So, you’re not disappointed,

then?”

“About what? Why would I be disappointed?”

“Well, you did say that this was the last opportunity for someone

to seduce you…”

Bob turned a very nice shade of pink. “Oh yes. That. I, I was

just kidding, I guess.”

“Oh,” I said trying to sound very disappointed. He turned toward

me, surprised by my tone of voice. I fixed him with my very

best “come hither” look as we pulled up to the campus gate, then

turned to the guard to show my ID.

Nobody was in sight as we pulled up in front of his dorm. Bob

started to open his door, and, as usual, the lock stuck. I

reached across him to free the lock, leaned close and purred,

“Here, let me help you with … that,” as I let go of the lock

and “accidently” brushed my hand across his lap. My hand came

to rest on his leg, and I asked, “So… any immediate plans for

the evening?” I began to run my hand up and down his thigh and

I looked deeply into his blue eyes.

He blushed an even deeper red and reached for my hand. I thought

for sure that your assessment was correct and that he’d bolt for

his dorm. Instead, he took my hand and returned it to my leg,

gingerly resting his hand just above my knee. “Uh… No… I

guess not…” he stammered. The bulge in his pants betrayed an

increasing erection. Going for the kill, I put my hand on his

and moved up my thigh and hip, past my waist and rested it on my

breast. “Let me go take care of a few things in my office and

then I’ll meet you at the back of the Library in twenty

minutes,” I said. The bulge grew bigger, his blush got a bit

redder, and he gulped and repeated, “Twenty minutes.” Looking a

bit dazed, Bob got out of the car and walked up the dorm’s

stairs. He paused at the top, turned, and looked back at me. I

gave him one more encouraging look, and drove away.

I went back to my office. I was almost certain that Bob would

show up at the Library, so it made sense to take precautions

just in case he didn’t come “prepared.” Sponge in place, I

got back to the Library with five minutes to spare. Fifteen

minutes later, as I was ready to give up and congratulate you on

the accuracy of your prediction, Bob appeared, short of breath.

He looked almost surprised to see me. I fumbled a bit with the

key, and let us in.

As the door shut behind us, I was amazed to find myself

immediately but gently pinned to the wall and on the receiving

end of one the best kisses I’d ever had! His tongue, tasting of

a recent tic-tac, probed my mouth hesitantly at first but with

increasing authority so that I was challenged to keep up with

his maneuvers. (Either this boy was sandbagging us about his

purity score or he’s the best natural talent I’ve ever seen!)

My nipples hardened under my sweater and I could feel my juices

start to flow. As we came up for air, I took the opportunity to

disengage myself from the wall and say, “We _do_ have the whole

library to ourselves, you know!” I took his hand and lead him

into the stacks toward the study area.

As we arrived, I turned back to him, smiled and said, “‘Come into

my parlor,’ said the spider to the fly.” I reached out and

pulled him toward me. Bob almost jumped out of his skin but

made a quick recovery. As we kissed and his hands roamed up and

down my back, he slid them up under my sweater, looking for the

hooks he expected to do battle with. Finding none, he wasted no

time in pulling my sweater over my head. He gazed admiringly at

my breasts with their pink nipples standing at strict attention.

He took one in each hand and began to shower them with kisses,

then began sucking them alternately. I closed my eyes and

enjoyed the sensation, swaying slightly, then turned my

attention to his shirt, and then his jeans. As I unzipped his

fly, he murmured, “‘The bawdy hand of the dial is now upon the

prick of noon.’”

“What?!”

“Shakespeare.”

“Well, I had something else in mind,” I said, and I pulled down

his jeans, then his shorts, and knelt in front of him. Although

I didn’t plan to give him a full blowjob - I wanted to save him

for the main event - I couldn’t resist cupping his balls in my

hand and giving his throbbing cock a few licks. I slurped up

the drops of pre-cum on the head. Bob shivered and pulled me to

my feet. “My turn,” he said and began to fumble with my jeans

as he nibbled and kissed his way down my stomach and navel. My

jeans fell to the floor, shortly followed by my panties. He

kissed my bush and it was all I could do to keep from smothering

him with my pussy. He worked his way back up to my mouth and I

arched my body against his, grinding my hips against his dick.

His tongue still wrestling with mine, he started backing me up

toward the couch. As I took the first step, his hand slipped

between my thighs and he caressed the outer, and then the inner

folds of my pussy. I moaned and guided his hand to my clit as

he lowered me to the couch. A few moments of careful attention

and he was rewarded with even more sound effects and a gush of my

juices as I came to the very edge of orgasm. I moved his hand

aside and grasped his cock, guiding him to the entrance. He

lowered himself into me so slowly I was about to shove it in for

him, but the look on his face and his sigh of, “so hot - and so

_wet_!” made it worth the wait.

With him finally all the way inside, I tensed the muscles inside

my pussy and “shook hands” with his cock. He gasped with

surprise, then began thrusting. From quoting Shakespeare a few

minutes before, our favorite intellectual was reduced to one-

syllable words and various incoherent moans. I wasn’t exactly

reciting the Periodic Table myself as I matched his thrusts with

cries of “Yes! Yes!! Fuck me! YES!!” We came within seconds of

each other, my legs wrapped around his waist.

As we came down from our orgasmic high and caught our breath, I

whispered in his ear, “Congratulations, graduate!” and kissed

him gently. He laughed and said, “I’d like to see anyone top

this present!” I gave him one last squeeze before he withdrew.

We dressed and walked to the back door. He checked to see if the

coast was clear, then turned back to me and said, “I have to

ask. Was I… How… I mean…”

“A plus, summa cum laude and college honors. You have a very

bright future ahead of you!” I replied.

He gave me one of his lopsided grins and vanished into the

shadows.

Finally realizing what time it was, I raced back to my office and

wrote up this report. (I didn’t want you having heart failure

over your borrowed keys!)

And by the way, give yourself a purity test point for voyeurism

if you read the whole thing, you dirty old woman, you!

Respectfully submitted,

Louanne

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