The Universally Attractive Man (mf)

"I see," Sam said with a smile.

"Why?"

"Oh, no reason," Sam said, still smiling. "Was it good?"

"Whas what?"

"The fucking," Sam said with a laugh

"Yeah, I guess it was."

"I bet it was."

"Could you point me towards the exit?"

"Look let me be frank with you, that door right there is my room, do you want to fuck? I swear it will be real quick."

12

Sam and I entered her room.

Sam's room was the same size as Emily's, except there was only one bed and desk.

"Oh, I see, you're the RA right Sam?"

"Yep," Sam said as she took off her shirt and sat down on her bed.

Sam's tits were even larger with her shirt off.

"Come here." Sam the RA commanded.

I obeyed.

I sat down next to big breasted Sam and we kissed.

I palmed her big breasts and dark nipples.

Sam laid me back on her bed as she kissed my neck.

She laid me back and unbuttoned my pants and began to give me head.

I was worried I wasn't going to be able to get it up. I just came with Emily.

Libido was no problem.

Sam licked and spit on me. It felt so good.

I looked down at pretty, sexy, latina RA Sam-- Emily's RA-- and just could not believe the situation I found myself in.

Two very beautiful girls in one day!

And two very different types of beauties.

My hand found Sam's cheek and brought it up to my lips.

Sam straddled me and climbed on top of me.

She slid down on me so slowly.

I felt each millimeter of gain as she filled herself with me.

It was such a tease.

Sam found one of my hands and brought it to her neck. She showed me how she wanted to be choked.

Sam began to ride me, making long slow strokes in and out.

I lightly grippes Sam's neck as she teased and manipulated me.

Sam's tits rocked as she rode me.

Slowly Sam's pace increased as she rode me.

I just wanted to pound and fuck. Her teasing rhythm drove me crazy.

Eventually I could not take these slow strokes anymore.I flipped Sam over and rolled myself on top of her.

My hand was still around her neck.

"Fuck, yes," Sam moaned out, "fuck me."

I pounded my hips into Sam's and fucked her as hard as I could.

Sam liked it.

Her tits rocked up and down as I took her.

We didn't kiss. We joast moaned and fucked as I choked her.

"Yes, yes, yes," Sam moaned into the walls.

Sam's hands found my hips, wait, wait."

She pushed me out of her, rolled over onto her stomach and tits, "take me like this," she commanded.

I complied and refound Sam.

I touched Sam's latina butt as I entered her from behind.

Sam moaned into the sheets.

I fucked Sam prison style into her sheets.

I lasted a long time, having just had a release already.

Sam moaned very loud into her sheets, as I rocked her from behind.

She was so wet and felt so good.

I gripped her waist and just fucked her.

I think I found my new favorite position.

Sam quivered and squirmed in delight as I dicked her into the sheets.

This was some real crazy porno level sex.

13

I felt great as I walked home.

I had two phone numbers side by side in my left pocket.

Two beautiful numbers to two beautiful girls.

I felt on top of the world-- the luckiest man alive.

Luck?

Luck!

Is that it?

Did I get luck from that cat, that night I was bitten.

It makes sense.

I got a raise. I met Emily. I met Sam.

On a scale from 1 to 10, I like a 6-- 7 at best.

It must be luck.

Maybe I am just lucky.

I haven't felt this good in a long long time, maybe ever.

A lucky cat bit me in the streets?

That doesn't make any sense. But neither does what just happened in that NYU dorm.

14

I arrived back at Caitlin's apartment.

I opened the door and found Caitlin in a pair of panties and white shirt making dinner.

"Jacob!" Caitlin exclaimed with a smile. "Just in time!"

"What the fuck are you wearing?"

Caitlin turned to me and I could see her braless tits poking through her white t-shirt.

"Oh, this, it's nothing, just what I wear."

"I know it's nothing, just what the fuck."

"Oh, don't be a prude Jacob. I make you dinner and this is how you treat me," she said with a laugh.

"Can you at least put some shorts on so I don't have to look at your pussy."

"Geez, Jacob, if you insist. Here, watch the pot."

I went over to the pot.

Caitlin was making spaghetti bolognese.

My favorite dinner.

Caitlin went into her room and changed.

When she came out she was wearing really short athletic shorts. Still, no bra, and I could see her tits clearly poke through.

'Whatever,' I thought to myself.

Caitlin stirred the pasta and sauce for a couple more minutes before it was done.

I sat there and watched my practically naked sister stirring my favorite pasta when it dawned on me.

The cat didn't give me luck, it made me somehow attractive!

Everyone wants to fuck me!

I let this fact waft through me.

Caitlin and I ate our Spaghetti and bolognese for two as I just stared at my sister's nipples erect, and poking out at me.

15

I ate quickly, went into my room, and locked the door.

I just laid on my bed and re-evaluated all these past events.

The girl checking me out in the streets. Sofia giving me a raise. The asian girl who worked at the bookstore. Emily. Sam. Caitlin acting weird.

It all made sense!

The glossed over extended eye contact! The extended hand contact!

The cat bite somehow made me attractive!

Is it pheromones? Is it a physical thing? Is it some supernatural thing? To what extent does it go? Are all girls attracted to me? Or just some? Are guys attracted to me? What the fuck.

I am the Peter Parker of fucking! Keep your spider Parker, I'll stick with the cat. Fuck slinging webs. I want to sling dick.

I felt on top of the world. The possibilities. I felt a surge of energy roll through me.

I just stared at the ceiling as the sun set, digesting my spaghetti, thinking about the last 48 hours, thinking about life opening up for me, thinking about all the possibilities of this new life, a life of power! A life of desire!

A life of being something other than average!

My whole life has been one of mediocrity and average.

I still may be average, but at least girl's like me now. And that is enough.

I fell asleep with a big smile on my face.

I felt my life expand and finally open up before me.

16

I woke up in the middle of the night to the jostling of the locked knob on my bedroom door.

I looked at the clock of my phone. It was 2 AM

2 AM, and Caitlin is trying to slink into my room.

What the fuck.

Eventually the rattling of the knob subsided and Caitlin went away.

'I can't let this happen,' I thought to myself.

What's that dumb saying? "With great power comes great responsibility."

Grossed out, I quickly fell back asleep.

17

I woke up early the next morning and got ready for work.

By early, I mean 10ish.

I felt great.

Sofia scheduled me to work the evening shift, so I didn't have to be there until 1.

I went out to the kitchen and found eggs and bacon that Caitlin had left out for me.

I ast on the couch and ate while watching some morning cartoons.

Before I knew it it was time to head out for work.

The walk went by quickly, and I arrived at the cafe.

Sofia was there again, behind the counter.

"Jacob!" Sofia said with a smile, "I hope you are feeling better."

"Yeah, I am, thanks so much Sofia."

"Oh, anything for you, and, again, I am sorry I got so mad at you."

It's alright, don't worry about it.

"Alright, I have some errands to run. You've got it from here?"

"Sure."

"I'll be back to check on you later to make sure you are doing alright."

"Thanks Sofia."

"Bye Jacob."

18

I worked through my shift and paid special attention to the way the female patrons treated me.

In every woman's eyes I could see glossed over desire in their eyes.

Everyone made prolonged eye contact with me.

I got a lot of compliments on my shirt, hair, smile, etc.

I also received bigger tips from female patrons.

One older lady gave me a $10 tip and a smile for her black pour over coffee.

I worked like this and just watched how I was treated. It was incredible.

At about 8 pm Sofia came back to the cafe to check on me.

She was wearing black high heels and a cute short silver dress.

It looked like she was about to go out on a fancy dinner date with her husband.

"Is everything alright with you Jacob?"

Yeah, everything is fantastic," I said with a smile.

And I meant it. Just standing here, making coffee, being checked out and complemented by all the woman patrons. I would pay Sofia to do this.

"Good, good," Sofia said with a smile.

"I like your dress, you look good."

"Oh, thanks, Francesco and I were supposed to go out tonight, but he got stuck at work for the night."

"Oh, that's too bad."

"It's alright, I'm used to it."

I didn't know what to say.

"Do you need any help around here?"

"I think I have things pretty much handled, but feel free to hang out."

Sofia walked behind the counter and put an apron over her fancy silver short dress.

"I think I will."

Sofia and I worked like this, alternating customers, and chewing the fat for two hours.

It was now 10 PM.

"Hey Jacob, it's not that busy tonight, what do you say we close an hour early and call it a night?"

"Sounds good to me."

Sofia walked over to the front door, flipped the sign, locked the door, and drew the curtains.

I wiped down the countertops and rinsed out the poor overs and espresso wands.

Sofia took off her apron and hung it up on the wall behind the register.

She looked great in her dress. It showed off her legs.

"I like your dress by the way."

"I know, you already said that."

"Oh, sorry."

"No worries, I guess I know you mean it."

Sofia stood close to me.

"I guess I do."

"You are a good worker Jacob, a good boy."

"Thanks."

"I'll still pay you for the full shift, even though we closed up early."

"Oh, don't worry about it Mrs. Valasqu--"

"I told you to call me Sofia."

"Oh, yeah, sorry."

Sofia stood a little closer.

Sofia broke the rest of the distance between us, and kissed me.

Her mouth was young.

Sofia pressed her body to mine as we kissed behind the cafe counter.

I put my hands around her waist.

Sofia put her arms around my neck and shoulders.

Sofia's mouth opened up and forced mine open.

Our lips and tongues fondled one another.

It tasted like coffee.

Sofia's body pressing into mine turned me on.

I kept my hands chastely around her waist.

We kissed standing like this for a while.

Finally, Sofia broke the kiss. "I can trust you right?"

"Yeah, you can trust me."

"Alright,"

Sofia's hands moved down my shoulders along my body.

Sofia found me through my pants.

We continued to kiss.

I felt Sofia through her short dress.

She stroked and rubbed me through my khakis.

Sofia unbuttoned my pants as I touched her through her dress.

I felt her long fingernails against me.

It felt good.

Sofia pulled up her dress, moved her black panties to the side, and bent herself over the cafe counter.

Neither of us said anything.

Sofia's butt looked great and plump bent over the counter.

Her legs were splayed wide.

Awkward in her high heels.

I came up behind sofia and found the outside of her sex.

I entered her from behind and pressed her into the counter.

The straps of Sofia's dress naturally fell down her shoulders.

I felt out of my body.

I pounded Sofia into the counter of my work station in a daze of wonderment and unbelief.

The awkwardness of Sofia's legs splayed out in high heels turned me on.

Her short dress turned me on.

Her dress straps falling down her back turned me on.

Sofia's latin accent turned me on.

Fuck, everything about Sofia was perfect.

She was the perfect latin woman, the perfect latin wife.

I loved her so much, as I fucked her into the counter.

Both of us moaned.

Sofia gave her left cheek a couple of spanks as I took her.

Her left cheek became rosy.

Sofia rolled herself over on the counter and splayed her legs for me.

I re-entered her, now face to face.

I pulled Sofia's dress down a little more, fully exposing her.

Her nipples were dark and golden in hue.

Sofia looked up, elongating her neck and collarbone.

We moaned and fucked one another.

Sofia got down on her hands and knees as I finished on her tongue.

19

"I can trust you right Jacob."

"You can trust me."

"One day you'll be married and understand me better."

"I understand you already."

"No you don't. One day you might. But, you're a sweet boy, and a good worker."

"Thanks, I try."

"I had a good time."

"Me too."

"How about another raise, for your discretion and new duties?"

"Oh, no, don't worry about it Sofia."

"No, I insist, good work should be noticed."

I laughed.

"I mean it. How about $25 an hour, that sounds fair."

"Sound's good to me, you're the boss Sofia."

"Yeah, I'm the boss," she said with a smile. "You should say that more."

"What?"

"That I'm the boss."

"Sounds good boss."

Sofia pecked me on the lips. "Fuck yes. Alright, let's call it a night for good this time. I'll see you next week Jacob."

"Yeah see you later boss."

"Fuck."

I left the cafe into the night of the cool city streets.

It was 11 PM now.

I didn't put a jacket on. The cool air felt good against the skin of my arms.

25 an hour, and crazy tips. Things are pretty good.

I arrived back at Caitlin's

Caitlin was still awake.

She was wearing a t-shirt braless and just a pair of panties again.

"Jesus H. Christ Caitlin," I said with a smile.

Caitlin didn't put shorts on this time.

We ate the cold steaks and brussel sprouts Caitlin had prepared in the nude.

It was delicious.

Caitlin and I then sat on the couch and watched some cartoons.

Caitlin was sitting a little bit too close. I ignored it.

I then decided to call it a night and went to my room.

Caitlin followed me to my room.

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, sorry," she blushed.

I closed the door and locked it.

20

The next morning I woke up and Caitlin had left eggs and bacon on the kitchen counter again.

I had today off.

I decided I wanted to go to a museum.

I showered, dressed, and took the Subway to the MOMA.

On the subway I sat across from a cute, blonde, college girl in a short sundress.

She was a sorority type.

I noticed the girl looking up from her phone at me.

It was a quick thing. She was obviously pretending to be on her phone.

The girl kept crossing and recrossing her legs.

Her sandaled toes pointed straight at me.

Each time the girl re-crossed her legs her short sundress rose higher.

I just watched.

She kept looking up from her phone.

I arrived at my stop and got off, leaving the short sundress girl.

When I walked into the MOMA a tour started.

Impromptu, I joined the tour.

The tour was led by an older, short, french woman wearing a New York Yankees hat.

It was strange.

She was well dressed in a long black dress. But had this New York Yankees hat on.

The tour guide was well spoken and smart. She answered peoples questions completely and with ease.

She was enthusiastic about the tour. You could tell she loved art. She wasn't so much of a student, but an enthusiast.

The tour's theme was just a general outline of industrialization and its effects/representation in art.

The tour was 90 minutes.

It went by fast.

After the tour the guide asked me if I wanted to go have a smoke.

I said yes.

We cut through the back of the museum. Through halls that were restricted to guests.

I followed the french woman in a hat.

No one said anything.

We exited the museum and smoked in a quiet back alley that overlooked a grassy area.

It was a warm nice day.

"My name is Madeleine by the way."

"Jacob."

"Nice to meet you."

"Thanks for the tour by the way, it was really good, you did a great job."

"Oh, thank you, I try."

I didn't say anything about her hat.

"You're very handsome by the way."

"And you are very pretty."

"No, you don't have to compliment me back," she said as she took a drag.

"Okay. How is it working at the MOMA?"

"The pay is shit but the days are wonderful."

"That sounds like a good way to live."

"Yeah, I guess it is."

"Are you an artist yourself?"

"Yeah, I'm trained in classical portraits."

"That sounds cool."

"It's alright, I'm ok."

"That probably means you're pretty good."

"True, all the greats thought they were shit."

"True," I said with a drag.

"It's sad. Do you have to be sad in order to be great?"

"I sure hope not. Why? Are you sad?"

"Sometimes. What are you doing after this?"

"Oh-- nothing."

"I don't have another tour for two hours. Do you want to fool around a little?"

"I don't know. I like talking to you."

"We can talk and fool around."

"Where would we go?"

"I know a room."

"In the museum?"

"Yes. Don't worry, it's safe."

"Have you done this before?"

"No, but I've thought about it a long time. There is something about great art. It's the closest thing to sex in this world without being sex."

"I've never thought about that before."

"But still, great art is not as good as great sex."

"Let's smoke one more and then find that room."

"Sounds good to me."

21

Madeleine led me by the hand through the back halls of the MOMA to an empty white display room.

The room was completely empty.

Just white negative space.

It was peaceful.

Madeleine and I sat on the floor against one of the plain walls and began to kiss.

Madeleine kept her dark blue Yankee cap on.

Her lips tasted like smoke.

She tasted good.

I placed one of my palms to the inside of Madeleine's thighs.

She was very skinny.

"Let us be quick about this." Madeleine commanded.

She hitched up her dress.

She wasn't wearing panties.

Her skinny legs fed into her hips, which fed into her mound.

Madeleine's sex protruded like a plump fruit.

A mound of Venus.

"Come on, be quick." Madeleine commanded again.

I pulled my pants down as we splayed out on the floor.

We laid on the floor on our sides.

Madeleine draped her top leg over me and pulled me close.

I found her mound of fruit.

We pressed our smokey mouths into one another as fucked in this lazy sideways missionary.

Madeleine muttered words in French.

I felt her through her dress.

She was very skinny and small.

There was very little to touch or squeeze. Just her nipples.

It was sexy.

We kept our bodies close together.

We both kept quiet.

We used each other's mouth to stifle our moans.

Madeleine moaned and muttered dirty talk in French.

"I think I am about to cum."

"Don't," Madeleine commanded.

She undraped herself from me and lowered her mouth down on me.

I released the second her lips touched me.

Madeleine caught it all.

She still had her Yankee hat on.

I looked down and only saw her long hair and hat.

Madeline kissed me one more time, as we stood up and she pulled her dress down.

"That was good," she said, "nice and quick, thank you."

"Oh yeah, no problem." I didn't know what to say, "thank you."

"Sex really is the highest art."

"I don't know about that?"

"Was it really so bad?"

"No, it was great, I mean, you're great."