This is basically all the character development. This story will have twists and turns, threesomes, teasing, breath play, rape play, professor and student stuff, and more. Hope you give it a read.
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Lizzie Stone is a 21 year old junior attending a smaller university. She lives in a house towards town with her best friends Morgan and Ricky. Ricky is a flamboyant gay male, tan due to his Latino heritage, and very in shape. Morgan is thin, about average height for a women, has blue eyes, and dark black hair. Whereas Lizzie is a little taller, thicker (some would say overweight), with dirty blonde hair, and hazel eyes. When it comes to strangers Lizzie keeps to herself, it takes her a while to get comfortable but once she is she’s very open. Ricky can talk to anyone for hours and Morgan is the average extrovert.
It’s a Friday morning, 9:13am and Lizzie is waking up in a frantic mood hoping she’ll get ready for class in time.
“Bye Morgan,” she shouts while looking down at her FitBit to see it is 9:48am. She swings her backpack over one arm before locking the blue painted wooden front door and heading to her white Jeep that has two pineapple stickers on the back window. After turning on the radio to play her “My Likes” playlist on Spotify she pulls out and rushes to campus. After being stoped at only one of the five red lights, she makes it in time, and strolls into her Childhood Psychopathology and Abnormalities class. Her professor comes in with his little man bag, looking like a more gray haired version of Jon Stamos. She never found him attractive in any of his previous courses but the past few weeks this semester have had her thinking otherwise- that might be because her singleness is getting to her. She smiles to herself as he sets up the powerpoint on the screen, getting a little flushed, and she thinks he notices. Dr. Rose bites his lip after looking at Lizzie then looks away,
“Okay, class! I know everyone is ready for the weekend but come on. We have ten more slides then review. You can handle it,” he says chipper-like as if he had a drink and a blow job before class. A blow job… Lizzie thought wondering how big and girthy his cock is. “Lizzie,” her professor said questionably and most likely not for the first time.
“Um, yes sir,” Lizzie said a little question-like. Hearing her say sir made him clear his throat.
“Can you tell us whether it’s a myth or fact that children have vivid imagination and lie often when they speak of being abused,” he said with articulation watching how her pencil was between her two rows of teeth.
Lizzie soon realizes he’s staring at her day dreaming, “Myth,” Lizzie says.
“Good job! Alright now Bryan…” They go on for 12 more minutes or so getting ready for the test before class is over. “Alright I will see you all on Monday. Make sure to go over these questions. I might throw in a curve ball of some sort. Lizzie please stay after.” Lizzie is taken back because no one has every told her that, much less a professor this attractive. She was nervous. Was she in trouble or did he notice her a little too much? After everyone leaves she swings her backpack over both her shoulders then walks up to his table.
“Yes,” she says with a soft and questionable tone, unaware of what he was going to say.
“Were you alright today? You seemed off or not here per-say and I have seemed to realize that is not like you.” Lizzie was shook. He knows what I am like. Does he analyze me? Does he analyze everyone?
“Yes, I’m fine. Just need more sleep I guess,” Lizzie said. He chuckled under his breath and nodded.
“Well alright. See you soon,” Dr. Rose said then Lizzie nodded and walked out.
Lizzie puts in her earbuds and plays Madison Beer’s “Home with You”. She sings along in her head while walking to her Jeep to get Chick-fil-A with Morgan. The music transfers to her speakers and she sings along loudly to a handful of songs. Upon pulling into the parking lot she sees Morgan right away and waves before parking and getting out with her pocketbook.
“Hey~,” she says loudly while hugging Morgan tightly.
“Lizzie! Chill,” she laughs and hugs back just as tight.
“So how was Dr. Rose’s class today?” Lizzie gives her a “really” look.
“What? You know you came up with that,” Morgan said.
Lizzie smiles and says, “Great. He actually told me to stay after and asked if I was okay. Little does he know it’s because I was daydreaming about him.”
“Shut up! He probably knew or maybe not. Who knows.”
“Yeah… Lets just go eat,” Lizzie says trying to change the subject. After standing in line for a minute, “I’ll get a number three, 8 count meal with the fries and a lemonade. Can I have buffalo, ranch, and Chick-fil-A sauce with that please? Thank you,” Lizzie says in a friend-like tone and pays. Then Morgan orders while Lizzie finds them a booth.
“So, Lizzie, you haven’t been to a party in a while and there is this huge bash at the bar in downtown. You should totally come with me,” Morgan says hopeful, wanting her best friend to go out before it’s too late.
“I don’t know… I never liked it that much and even with my ex, it wasn’t a thing we did,” Lizzie looked down at her hands then up at the server with a smile as they put the tray down. After they walked away she mumbled, “You know what… I’ll go.”
Morgan hearing her loud and clear jerked her chicken wrap off the table with a huge smile, “Great!!”
It’s 5pm and Lizzie is sitting in her room looking over notes for her History and Systems of Psychology class. She only had the 10am today so she’s been able to catch up on studying she’s missed because of work. After thirty minutes pass by she hears the front door open and in comes a laughing Ricky.
“Liz you here,” he said in a questionable tone.
“Yeah in my room,” Lizzie said raising her voice just enough so he could hear. Ricky comes in with a green smoothie in his left hand and phone in his other.
“Hey chica,” he said. “Heard you’re going out with Morgan and me tonight,” he said antisly- almost seeming to poke at her.
“Yeah. I am,” Lizzie said kind of tired of it being a big deal but also excited.
“So, uh, whatcha gonna wear señorita,” Ricky asked.
“Probably those ripped jeans you like and a loose fitting but cute-appropriate shirt,” Liize said not trying to be a smart-alic.
“Oh wow, okay missy. Let I, Ricky do the honors,” Ricky said while pressing his right hand against his chest. He walked over to her closet and opened the door, displaying Lizzie’s perfect organization of jackets, cardigans, dresses, thick long sleeves, thinner long sleeves, dressy short sleeves, then tee shirts. She’s like this in a lot of aspects of her life. Organization makes her feel calm and collected.
“Ah! Yes this one,” Ricky exclaimed knowing exactly what will go well with the light blue ripped jeans. “You gotta wear this,” he held it up to show her.
“Ricky,” Lizzie laughed. “I haven’t worked out my arms in like two weeks you know what that will look like,” Lizzie asked.
“Uh hot to all those single dude and envious to the ladies,” Ricky asked.
“No but you have your ways of making me feel better. Alright, I’ll wear it,” Lizzie said with a smile. Ricky leaves the room and Lizzie continues to look over her notes while watching a movie about some girl being kidnapped on Netflix. I wonder what that’s like. How that would feel… What if your kidnapper is sexy but what if he’s not. Lizzie thought to herself shaking the thought away as to how silly it sounds she put up the school work and laid on her stomach to finish off the movie. Once the movie is over she starts putting on makeup as Morgan comes back to the house. Morgan and Ricky get ready in their rooms and before they know it it’s 7pm.
“Alright chicas,” Ricky said loudly while clapping his hands. “Are you two ready?”
“You know it’,” Morgan shouted.
“Yeah,” Lizzie said before heading downstairs, fully dressed with her phone and pocketbook in hand.
“So only one other person can fit in my car,” Ricky said.
“It’s alright, I can drive,” Lizzie said with a soft smile.
“You sure,” Morgan and Ricky questioned.
“Yeah, it’s no biggie,” Lizzie said while getting her keys from the cute decorative black colored arrow they have by the front door which holds their keys. They all get in the cars and head to one of the popular bars.
All three of them park in the parking lot, a couple cars away from each other and climb the stairs before going inside. A man asks to see their IDs and after they’re all approved they get a yellow band that lets the workers know they go to the University but are legal.
“It’s a lot louder than normal, I love it,” exclaims Morgan. Ricky laughs and Lizzie is distracted by a guy she’s never seen before. He looks like the typical dominant male with dark hair, facial hair, tan skin, and muscles.
“Oh~ go talk to him,” Morgan says with a Moscow mule already in her hand, the lime about to fall off the rim off the glass.
“No… he wouldn’t like me. You know this,” Lizzie said wishing she could just have him glance at her. She looks at him again after looking away from Morgan and he’s gone.
“Liz—“ Morgan is interrupted by a deep voice.
“I noticed your sweet eyes were looking at me and couldn’t help myself but come over here to say hi. What’s your name?” The stranger asks with such ease and poise.
“It’s Lizzie. What’s yours,” Lizzie asks.
“Benjamin,” he said just as deep as before. “Would you like a drink Lizzie,” Benjamin asked seeing she didn’t have anything in hand.
“Yea— Sure that’d be great,” Lizzie said with a smile.
“Follow me,” Benjamin said while leading the way. Not too much to be in front of her but just enough that his hand could brush against her thigh or hand while she walked. Which showed her just how much taller he is compared to her.
Morgan had slowly stepped away right after he got there so she wouldn’t be in the way. Her and Ricky are gasping and loving how their friend is having fun. They go off to dance with some friends.
“So Lizzie, what’s your preferred drink. You know it can say a lot about your personality,” he said playfully.
“Oh really,” Lizzie said with a flirty questionable tone.
“Mhm,” Benjamin said before biting his lip softy.
“Well, in that case I’ll have a sex on the beach with a little extra cranberry juice,” Lizzie said.
Benjamin turned to face the bartender and waved him down, “Sex on the beach with extra cranberry juice for this beautiful lady right here please,” he said.
Lizzie began to thought, even if he just wants to sleep with me he’s really good at reeling a girl in.
“Sure thing man,” the bartender said before turning around to reach the peach schnapps off the wall.
“Thanks,” Lizzie said not really knowing where to take the conversation.
“Trust me, thank you,” he said. Lizzie giggled and tucked a piece of her dirty blonde hair behind her ear, her golden arrow studded earring in sight. “Cute earrings. Are arrows a thing for you,” he asks.
“A thing? I mean yeah, I find them cute and have a painting or two and a key hanger that are arrow-related. If that’s what you mean,” Lizzie said.
“That’s most certainly what I meant. Oh and here’s that drink,” he said just as the bartender sat it down and walked back off to make a drink for someone else. Lizzie grabbed the bright, multicolored fruity tasting drink with her right hand while grabbing the black straw with her left and took a sip. “Good,” Benjamin asked.
“Delicious. Haven’t had one of these in a couple months,” she said while placing the glass on the bar-top, twirling the straw around with her right hand. Lizzie zones out for a second, looking at an older gentleman who seems to be staring at her from the corner of the bar. She starts looking a little worried but shakes it off and leans down to take another sip, her pale large breasts slightly being revalead.
“You good,” he asks noticing her facial expression changing.
“Yeah,” Lizzie says with a big smile, not wanting to seem paranoid. She looks over again and they lock eyes for a second before he walks out the front door. Lizzie continues sipping on her drink and Benjamin lifts up his right hand to brush some hair out of her face and over her left shoulder.
“Sorry, just thought,” he cut himself off.
“You’re fine,” Lizzie said.
The room is full of people and very loud. The bar is a big “U” shape with all the alcohol in the middle and the opening toward the front of the bar. There’s a stage for bands and karaoke, tables with chairs, and two bathrooms on the back wall toward the right if you’re looking at it from the front door.
Benjamin clears his throat to raise his voice a little so they’re able to talk to each other a little easier. “So you go to school here? What year are you?”
“Yeah! I’m a junior, crazy I don’t feel like it though,” Lizzie said before taking another sip of her drink. “What about you? I don’t see a bracelet so you’re at least 21, right,” Lizzie asks starting to feel the peach schnapps and vodka from her drink hit.
“Yeah actually… funny story. I am 23 and I live in town here. I actually am supposed to go to medical school but I’ve put that on hold to take care of some stuff,” he said seeming like he didn’t want to elaborate on what some stuff was.
A little tipsy Lizzie poked at him anyways, “Ooh~ some stuff,” Lizzie said playfully. “What’s that,” she asked.
He chucked. “Maybe you,” he poked her left shoulder. “will find out one day soon.” Lizzie giggles and finished off her drink.
“Okay, if you say so,” she said. Lizzie starts swaying her hips back and forth to the beat of some new song by The Weeknd playing through the speakers. Benjamin noticed and smiled to himself.
“Do you like The Weeknd,” he asked.
“For the most part yeah. I mean I don’t know much about him but his music is pretty good,” she said swaying her torso now also.
Benjamin leans over and whispers in her ear, “You look stunning by the way. I’ll be back,” before slipping away and walking toward the men’s restroom. Lizzie starts blushing intensely. Morgan and Ricky come up next to her, pulling her away from the bar so they’re at both of her sides.
“Girl,” shouts Ricky. “I mean girl!” Lizzie giggles and Morgan starts repeating phrases just like Ricky.
“Y’all what am I even doing,” Lizzie asks.
“You’re having much needed fun,” Morgan said while waving at some upperclassmen sorority girls stroll in. Lizzie looks down at her phone and sees it’s 10:57pm just now realizing that she ordered a sex on the beach right after Benjamin said what drinks say about a person.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/hdehqw/how_he_watched_part_one_fa_fm