The Taking of Elizabeth: Chapter 1 - Sex Stories

The Taking of Elizabeth: Chapter 1

Elizabeth was always a quiet wallflower of a girl. She kept to herself all through her high school years, and it carried over to her adult life. She was bright, excelling in school as well as the arts and music. She was gorgeous, and plenty of boys had put themselves out for her, but she’d always shied away from them. She was a determined young woman, currently attending university for her major in music theory. Elizabeth had the world wrapped around her finger. But that would all change in just one night. “You can’t just stay at home all the time, Liz,” her friend Raven spoke to her, having come to her apartment to convince her to come to a party, “Just this one night, come with us. Let your hair down, girl.” Elizabeth shook her head, “I’ve got an exam Monday that I need to study for, Rave…” She sifted through the pages of a textbook, not even looking up at her friend for a second. Raven wouldn’t take no for an answer, though. She stepped forward, leaning against the edge of Elizabeth’s desk and placing a hand over the pages of the other girl’s textbook. “One night,” she said, voice more stern now, “After tonight, you can barricade yourself in here and study as much as you’d like.” She thought about saying no again, the thought of being around crowds of other people her age making her anxious. But as Elizabeth looked up at Raven and noticed the almost pleading look in her eyes, she couldn’t deny her friend. “Fine,” she agreed, nodding her head, “But you need to leave me ...

... alone the rest of the weekend…” Elizabeth stood up and walked to her closet, pulling out a red silk blouse and a black skirt. She smiled at her friend, “Give me ten minutes to get ready.” Raven complied, turning and leaving Elizabeth’s bedroom. And as soon as the door closed behind her, Elizabeth began to undress. The girl was short, only 5 feet and 2 inches. Her form was thin, but when she had down time once in a while, she would hit the gym. Her stomach was toned, and her ass was firm. Her breasts weren’t big, but they were perky. She sported a black 34B bra, throwing on the skirt and the red blouse she’d picked out. The skirt hugged against the curves of her hips. Elizabeth had one pair of heels in her closet, which she normally ignored the existence of. She strapped them on and they gave her a few extra inches in height. She stood before her mirror, combing through the mess of golden locks of hair which fell around her shoulders. Elizabeth didn’t wear much makeup, but she added a bit of eyeliner and mascara, as well as a light colored lip gloss. By the time she was done, she looked like a supermodel. Elizabeth had always been blessed with a natural beauty. She never had to do much to turn heads everywhere she went. The two girls left the apartment, ready for a night of fun. And only ten minutes later, they arrived at a frat house only a few blocks from the university they both attended regularly. They parked their car across the street and unloaded from it, immediately ...