Mismatched

"Anyway, the solution to Anna´s problem and my problem is the same." She looked at me expectantly, but I was still clueless and I´m afraid my face showed it quite clearly.

"You." And there it was again, the perfectly manicured forefinger, stabbing Chewbacca´s head.

"Me?"

"Exactly. You need to disapppear from the market to reassure Martin. The thing is - she told me the sex with you is marvelous. Out of this world. Unbelievable. But that she can barely stand your presence."

Ouch, that hurt. Although I had always suspected it. To hear it spoken like that clearly did hurt. A lot.

"That hurt, didn´t it?" She looked genuinely sympathetic. I just nodded, being close to tears.

"Peter, I know that I´m beautiful. No sense to beat about the bush. And Anna is beautiful as well. I know that attractive women can be bitches. I really like Anna, she´s one of my best and oldest friends. But she´s a cruel and selfish bitch when it comes to men. Martin is just suffering because of the same reason. She has cheated on him, but he loves her and is unable to dump her.

"But Peter, just beacuse some beautiful girls are bitches, not all of them have to be. I´m not."

I looked up in surprise.

"And Peter, you´re not that bad. Really. You have potential. You just need some attention."

"Attention?" At least I wasn´t annoying her by being overly talkative.

"Okay, let´s make a deal. I don´t want to have sex here. Sorry, I don´t want to come across bitchy, but this is just too filthy."

"Okay." Finally I registered that it was about to happen. She really planned to have sex with me. I could hardly wait to touch this goddess. But the prospect of sex in itself didn´t thrill me, as usual. It was just some kind of sport with a little satisfaction and almost no emotions. And I dreaded the emotional fallout if I started something with this woman, a fallout that seemed inevitable.

"So, in exchange for the sex, I will give you a complete make-over. New clothes, new hair styling, one year for free with my personal trainer, contact lenses. I will be your style advisor and I will pay for everything."

"Wow. All of that for fucking me once?"

She laughed and it caused me to stare in awe. "You want to get rid of me that quickly? Well, let´s say at least one time, okay. And I´m not going to fuck you. You´re going to fuck me. You´re the expert here and I need you to lead the way."

"Wow. That certainly sounds quite... well, acceptable to me. But what do you get out of it?"

"An important answer. Am I frigid or not? I´m not daring to hope for an orgasm. I´d be happy to just get some nice feelings from it. If I don´t, I can finally align my life appropriately. Which means no men, no sex, no frills."

"Oh, wow. That´s going to be some kind of challenge for me."

"It is?"

"Yes. You now that you´re some kind of dream-woman, right? Silly, of course you know. And even though I know that I have no chance to enjoy your presence in the long run, it would be a shame if you turned into some kind of nun. It just doesn´t seem right. So, yes, I gladly accept. I´d probably give my little finger to have sex with you. What you´ve proposed is really more than fair. We have a deal."

She said nothing, just took my hand and inspected my little finger. And then she surprised me. No, she didn´t cut it off. She actually looked into my eyes, took it in her mouth and sucked on it, which shocked me even more. My cock was not shocked at all and immediately sprung to attention.

"Let´s go," it said, using my mouth.

She smiled impishly and just nodded. "I´m glad that I was able to convince you. You´re driving a hard bargain." We both had to laugh.

Well, a nice car, this Range Rover. I felt like I was sitting on some kind of tower while being driven around and talking to Andy on the phone to cancel our Linux session.

"You´re going to get laid again, aren´t you?"

"Yeah, Andy, it might happen."

"How the hell do you do this? I wish I´d get half of the girls you get."

"Don´t ask me. But it´s not as rosy as it might seem. See you..."

And I hung up.

"It might," she said.

"It might?"

"Yes."

"Good." I had no idea what we were talking about.

"You´ll see."

"Good. I´m glad we talk about it that openly."

We both laughed.

"It might be rosy this time. That´s what I wanted to tell you."

"It might?"

"Yes. I might be frigid. The jury is still out on this one. But that doesn´t mean that I don´t know how to be good to my man."

"Oh."

"Exactly."

After a while we had reached the better parts of the city. I had never been here as my presence would have been as appropriate as a cave man entering a dinner party. Porsche Cayenne, BMW X5, Range Rover and 911 convertibles seemed to be the standard form of transportation here, like the rusty bicycles were in my part of town.

We stopped at what could only be described as a mansion and she parked in front of the door.

"Seriously?"

"What?"

"You live here?"

"Yes. You don´t like it?"

"Oh, I like it all right. You live here alone?"

"Oh, I see. Relax. I live here alone. No jealous guy is going to beat you up. It´s one of the main advantages of this house."

"That´s why you´ve bought it?"

"Exactly. You´d like to have a quick tour? So you don´t get lost if you have to pee in the night?" She asked while unlocking the front door.

"Oh, I´m going to stay the night?"

"Sure, if you want to. And I just can´t have you peeing in some dark corner, right?"

We laughed and the quick tour turned out to be not so quick as the house was just too big. There seemed to be at least five bedrooms. The rest of the vast interior space was used for a gigantic living room, a sports and spa section and... I have no idea. We stopped the tour at the spa bath. I showed an interest in the thing and to my delight, she started to strip immediately as soon as she noticed it. I watched her in amazement. Again, things were happening in my life that were totally unrealistic. Her body was just as perfect as her face. I started to lose my rags as quickly as my numb brain allowed me to.

"Ah, would it be inappropriate to ask for your name even before we have fucked once?"

She laughed heartily, which made her moderately sized, but beautiful boobs sway in a very enticing way.

"No, I think that might be appropriate. We´re determined to have sex later anyway, so I think we are already close enough to exchange names. My name is Danni."

"My pleasure. Peter," I said while I formally bowed to kiss her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Peter." She responded by grabbing my cock. "Uh, that´s a nice one. Interesting curve and quite big."

Although I might have conceived her remark this way, I didn´t feel like a piece of meat this time. She liked me, I knew it and she had this lightness about her. A nice sense of humor and a general friendliness. She tried to make me feel at ease and I appreciated it. "We´re going to have fun, Danni. I´m going to give you all I have."

"Thank you."

And she sounded as sincere as I had been. I really was determined to give her everything. Not because I wanted to convince her to start some kind of relationship, that was out of the question anyway. But because I liked her. I really, really liked her. A lot.

We fooled around in the tub for a while, fondled each other and had fun. She shocked me again by kissing me. Not the small pecks I had received from time to time by Emmy, Julia and Maria. But I received real, hot, open-mouthed kisses. And that turned me on more than I had ever been. For the first time in my life I was really hot, completely aroused. This turned out to be exactly the stimulation I needed.

"Where´s your bed? I mean one of your beds, any one will do."

"Come on."

So - did I feel used, like a human dildo again? Yes, a little, although in a much nicer way. Did I know that nothing serious would ever arise from this? Yes, unfortunately. Did I complain? Are you fucking kidding? This woman was a dream come true.

We both didn´t bother to towel ourselves and just ran through the house, almost connecting our asses to the stone floor in a slippery corner, laughing like mad.

Ridiculous, ain´t it? Here I was, the scrubby poor student. Running through an enormous mansion. Nude. Chasing a dream-woman. Equally nude. Almost dropping to our asses. Laughing. About to have sex. Come on... seriously? Yet it happened. "Hey, Danni, this is unrealistic! It´s not supposed to happen! Let´s stop this right now!" was what I should have shouted at the time. But somehow I didn´t.

Instead I jumped into the enormous bed right after her. We giggled and fooled around for a short while before I got down to business. And that was to start the slow process of licking and caressing her pussy. It meant a sharp decrease in the speed of activity, but I decided that I might have only one shot and I was determined to make it perfect. Timing was crucial and rushing things was certainly not the way to go.

She was almost completely shaved, just as I liked it because it made my task of gently caressing and licking her outer labia so much easier. I took my time with it and finally changed my tongue´s attention to her clit. This was the point where the touches her labia received became much more forceful, to contrast the very gentle licking of her clit.

"Uh..." I took that as a good sign, she had started to respond. Her goal had been to derive at least some amount of pleasure from this. An orgasm was not scheduled for today, but I was determined to try anayway. I sped up my tongue movements, but kept them extremely light and the treatment her pussy received from my fingers became even more forceful.

"Ahh..." No, that wasn´t an orgasm, I thought. But she seemed to enjoy it, so I continued. I had all the time in the world. I distended her lips quite a bit with my fingers while applying the slightest stimulation with my tongue.

"Ahhh.... Oh God." She shuddered a little. Frigid? Seriously? We were just a few minutes into it and she had already achieved a small one. Her perfect tanned body was covered by a light sheen of sweat meanwhile and looked absolutely marvelous. At that point I desperately wished that there was a slight opportunity of something arising from this. It was really sad that I was in bed with this dream and she was still totally out of my reach.

I took my time to bring her to two more small climaxes until I decided it was time to start with the main course. I lifted my totally wet face from her pussy and tried to wipe it dry on the bed sheets unobtrusively.

"Oh, sorry, I´ve been that wet?"

"Don´t worry. I take that as a good sign."

"You bet. This was already far more than I had hoped to achieve. I think there might be hope for me after all."

"Definitely. You reacted quite nicely even with an ugly guy like me. Whoever said you are frigid doesn´t have a clue."

"Ugly? Who said you´re ugly?"

"My mom, among others."

"Peter, you´re unkempt, insecure and lanky. All of that can be fixed easily. But you can bet you wouldn´t be here with me right now if you were even slightly ugly."

I was confused. "Well, but why should my mom lie about this?"

"Some mothers do such things. They want to keep their little boys. They are subconsciously reluctant to let them go, to give them away to some girls. Don´t you ever believe this shit, you´re not ugly. In fact, after your make-over you´re not going to be Brad Pitt, but you´re going to be rather handsome."

"What?"

"Well, in case you manage to acquire some muscles, you might be quite a catch. But that will require some work."

"You´re really kind, Danni. I think our session might have fogged your mind a little."

"Why have we stopped anyway?"

"Stopped? Who has stopped?" And with that I pushed her back onto the mattress and started to insert my cock into her while I licked her nipples.

"Kiss me while you do it, Peter. Kiss me, please."

"WHAT? ARE YOU COMPLETELY NUTS, GIRL?" yelled my surprised brain, but my mouth kept wisely shut and did as she requested.

We kept fucking and kissing in various positions while I again made sure that her clit was kept busy all the time. The kissing and the general intimacy drove her totally crazy. I was certain that I had never been as aroused in my whole life and I even actively had to start thinking about the upcoming exams to keep me from finishing too early. We were merely 20 minutes into it, I estimated. That was unheard of, usually it took me far longer to get really aroused.

While I was gently twisting her nipple and kept gently grinding my dick on her clit, she suddenly bucked under me with surprising force and almost threw me off. Visions of bull riders holding on for their dear life sprang into my mind as she eloquently yelled "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa". She suddenly relaxed completely for a few seconds and I began to question her health for a short, but terrifying moment.

She dispelled these fears by suddenly clamping her arms around me viciously.

"You´re mine."

"Oh."

"You´re mine. Understand?"

"Uh, yes." What was happening here?

"Say it."

"I´m yours?"

"Don´t ask it. Say it. Please. I need to hear it."

"I´m yours, Danni. I´m yours." Come on, what was going on here? What did she mean? What had I embarked myself on?

"Thank you."

"So I´m yours. And you?"

"I´m yours too. I´m your girl now."

"What?" I jerked upwards, unbelieving. Anna had said about the same thing, but I hadn´t believed it even at the time. But Danni was completely different.

"What´s the matter?"

"You´re serious?"

"Of course I am. Come on, I´ll explain later. We talk too much during sex, that will have to change. I see you´re still hard. Come on, get your rocks off, cowboy. Use me. Have fun."

"Uh..." That seemed to be my standard answer around her, I thought as I continued to move again. And I felt good. This was not about me being used, she actually cared about me. She was concerned if I had fun too. Hell, she was far too nice for such a beautiful woman, her behavior was not right somehow. She was supposed to be bitchy and self-serving, crushing men for her entertainment. But she wasn´t, she was actually building me up in a nice and gentle way. And she was even nice enough to make me believe something serious was happening here. Like we had a mutual future. I had my doubts about that, but I was still thankful for her effort. She was definitely about to disprove our nerdy beauty/bitch theorem.

As I started to screw her for my own pleasure, it took her only a few minutes to reach another climax. That seemed rather unusual to me, given the nature of my movements. Now that she had the blockade out of her brain, she obviously had become quite a natural. She clamped me tight once more for a while before she reluctantly released me again but kept kissing me. And then another surprise hit me like a ton of bricks. She suddenly became vocal. And not exactly in a way I had expected.

"Yes, yes, fuck your slut, make me yours forever." Come on, such a woman says she is my slut and that wants me to make her mine? I reacted in the only responsible way - I immediately came. For the first time I reached a climax without having to work for it in my head. For the first time I came spontaneously, even surprisingly.

"Yes, yes, you did it. I´m yours now, Peter."

I was still panting and pleasurable waves rushed through my body. Hell, this was the best orgasm I had ever had. I´m afraid I was just grunting incoherently and had just slumped onto her like a sack of potatoes. My whole 65 kilos, to be more precise. I have mentioned that I was lanky, right? Anyway, she had no problems to handle my weight. And as she suddenly threw me off her and onto the mattress, I had the disturbing impression that she might actually be stronger than me. In contrast to me, she looked like she was working out regularly.

"You´re right, I have to work out."

"That would be nice. It´s not necessary, but I´d be happy if you did it."

"Okay, I will do that for you."

Then she suddenly moved around, dropped her head into my lap and started to suck my dick. The view was unbelievable. Such a beauty, busy on sucking lowly Peter´s weird curve-cock? It felt great, but I had just fucked her for quite a while and did not feel up to the task.

"Ah, Danni, I might need a little rest."

"Don´t worry, this is not to get you hard."

"It´s not?"

"My man´s dick is unclean. I can´t have that, right? Get used to it. You´re mine now and I will take care of you. That´s the way things are going to be from now on. Just lie back and enjoy."

Un-fucking-believable. But nice. Definitely nice. More than nice. Some kind of male dream, actually. My abilities in bed had kind of - well - convinced her. Did it irritate me that I was able to win her over just by fucking her once? No, not at the time. It would have if my brain had enough blood at its disposal.

After a while she seemed to be satisfied with the result of her cleaning effort.

"Let´s go to the shower, Peter."

I laughed a little. "Danni, you´ve just cleaned me thoroughly."

"Not to get clean, to get dirty, to mark property."

"What?"

"You´ll see. Come on."

"Okay, now pee on me. Just a little. And please not in my face," she said as soon as we were in the big shower. To say I was stunned would have been more than slightly inadequate.

"Danni, seriously?"

"Go ahead, I want it."

"Okay."

So I managed to release just a few drops that fell onto her left boob.

"Yeeees. You´ve done it. I´m yours now."

"Wow, you´re quite kinky."

"Nice, huh?" she asked, winking. "I´m not into watersports, but I´ve once read about this as some kind of ritual in whatever culture. It´s like a dog marking his tree. It somehow felt good. And I think you´ve liked it too," she said, pointing at my increasingly erect dick.

"Yeah, it a was nice gesture somehow. But I agree, we don´t have to do this regularly. Okay, now the other way around."

"Don´t be silly, the prey doesn´t mark the hunter."

"Huh? What?" Boy, what a woman, I thought as we showered together. I made a mental note to never underestimate the effect of great sex on a woman. Or the effect of saving one from thinking she is frigid. Whatever the reason, the effect on Danni was overwhelming. She had probably carried that problem around for some time. It might have seriously bothered her, at least I couldn´t explain her sudden enthusiasm towards me any other way.

xx

A few hours later, we were leisurely lounging on a preposterously large sofa in front of an equally preposterously large TV while I had very enticing visions of connecting my gaming consoles to it. She was busy with being all over me all the time. She was more or less lying upon me in various positions as if she were afraid that I somehow escaped her. I had no plan to, not a single thought. The situation was absolutely perfect. Well, apart from the missing gaming console of course. And the crappy reality soap that filled the screen instead.

"Say, you don´t have a gaming console by chance, do you?"

"There are an Xbox, a Playstation and a Wii under the TV. Why?"

That´s it, I thought. Now it´s getting completely unrealistic. Okay, one last question, just to confirm if this was some kind of altered reality and Morpheus will offer me red and blue pills in a few moments.

"You like Star Wars?"

"The new ones? No, sorry. Totally boring and corny. I think I even fell asleep while trying to watch one. And the old ones just look outdated."

"Puh, I´m glad."

"Oh, why? You´re not disappointed? You´re obviously a Star Wars fan."

"It´s okay. Everything would have just been too perfect. It was just getting unrealistic. I´m glad Morpheus doesn´t have to appear."

She laughed. "No problem as long as you don´t choose the wrong pill. You stay in this reality, boy." We both had to laugh. And I was still amazed that she had understood my Matrix reference. "Come on, get it."