The Clemson Scholar's Girlfriend
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				Title: <strong>The Clemson Scholar's Girlfriend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dead Girl</strong> on <strong>28-10-2013, 05:11:26</strong>
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				Kiera Schrijver was a bombshell and a prodigy: at 24 she was the youngest PhD student to ever attend Harvard University's Graduate School of Arts and Sciences. As a freshman undergraduate enthralled by the American Transcendentalists, she had amazed her professors with an incisive mind and casually encyclopedic mastery of literary history. That she could have been a model only bolstered her mystique.<br><br>At 5'8 and 115 pounds, Kiera was model-thin. She dressed like it, too: skinny jeans, midriffs, short dresses and heels—along with the more scandalous trappings of a painfully beautiful woman's wardrobe—were her bread, butter and place of greatest comfort. She knew she was wanted, and carried herself in such a way that clearly communicated not only that she knew, but that she didn't mind.<br><br>She lived off-campus in the top floor apartment of a beautiful old Cambridge townhouse, all brick and ivy. She was a Clemson scholar, and as such received a more than generous stipend so that she could devote her full attention "to the unwinding of unanswered riddles in the human experience," and indeed, most of her attention was spent there. The balance was spent on her girlfriend. Mostly fucking her girlfriend.<br><br>Kiera had a secret, which was a completely impressive 10" girlcock. Hard as steel, thick, throbbing and dripping with cum more often than not, she managed to keep it hidden even under skin-tight jeans and scandalous underwear. In fact, eager fuck buddies of both sexes had happily stripped her to her waxed bare skin and not come to know of it even after hours of lovemaking. As a succubus, Kiera could conceal her secret completely to the point of its ceasing to exist. Other than that and her astounding intelligence, Kiera was a pleasant, civil, and otherwise <em>normal</em> girl.<br><br>Her girlfriend, who lived with Kiera at the townhouse apartment, was a 16 year old freshman who had caught Kiera's eye the preceding fall—it was spring semester now. They were a physically astonishing pair, and both prodigies in different fields, but otherwise as different as could be.<br><br>Obviously, the two were the subject of much gossip. And there was <em>a lot</em> of gossip.<br><br>Kiera:<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/GjcpQw5.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clemson Scholar's Girlfriend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>CharlieSariel</strong> on <strong>03-11-2013, 14:07:57</strong>
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				Rachel Kingsbury had a gift, they said.&nbsp; By the age of 10 she had painted her first museum-quality masterpiece.&nbsp; By the age of 12, she had been able to reproduce existing masterpieces from memory.&nbsp; She was so good with a brush that she was being heralded as the world’s next Rembrandt.&nbsp; Unfortunately, Rachel Kingsbury was also what most people would kindly call ‘challenged’ and what most kids in her school called ‘dumb like a sack of bricks.’<br><br>Numbers didn’t belong mushed together in that thing called maths.&nbsp; Spelling could be done by computers.&nbsp; And that whole Science thing was so confusing!&nbsp; It took everything her school division and parents could arrange to keep her passing grades, all while she swirled through her world of colours and brushes.&nbsp; As she aged, she did realize a few things, of course.&nbsp; Rachel knew that she was being ‘fast tracked.’&nbsp; She knew that she wasn’t being held to exactly the same academic standard as the other students.&nbsp; There was more than enough resentment from the other students as a result, and she had suffered quite a bit of ostracism.&nbsp; Between her special status with the teachers, and her parent’s ensuring that she dressed plainly, Rachel had the distinction of finishing her public education with absolutely no close friends.<br><br>As soon as they could, her parents arranged a full ride scholarship to Harvard.&nbsp; Rachel’s painting skills were easily enough to get her into the undergrad program without a blink.&nbsp; There was, of course, the requirement that she would still have to attend non-art classes, but the marks were largely unimportant.<br><br>She entered the college life far younger than most, hitting her sixteenth birthday barely a day before fall semester started.&nbsp; Combined with having had such an utterly sheltered upbringing, it was probably pretty much a foregone conclusion that she would fall into an orbit around the first strong personality who showed her any level of friendship at all, and Kiera definitely did that.&nbsp; What happened could have been described as a whirlwind romance, for those watching from the outside.<br><br>And there was <em>lots</em> of watching going on.<br><br>Rachel:<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i.imgur.com/l07iMqY.jpg)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Clemson Scholar's Girlfriend</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dead Girl</strong> on <strong>05-11-2013, 04:05:11</strong>
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				They met properly for the first time at the Fogg Museum, at 8am on a Sunday in September.<br><br>Kiera hadn't slept, and was walking off the shaking remnants of a cocaine binge the night before, sipping Mountain Dew from a straw and looking as close to dismal as a girl of her stature could with hair astray and the elastic collar of her sweater stretched from what seemed to have been rather excited and aggressive pulling; Kiera had a faint memory of it. It was orientation week for new freshmen- Kiera and a graduate friend had hosted a party for some of the RAs they knew. Early in the semester was a better time than most for a usually busy Harvard student to get in a long night of genuine debauchery.<br><br>Naturally, a few freshmen had made their way to the event in spite of some half-hearted precautions taken against it. Rachel Kingsbury had been one of them, and one Kiera took notice of- she made herself memorable after her first bump of coke, when she gleefully flashed Kiera and her friends in exchange for a second bump. She had a phenomenal figure, but Kiera hadn't learned much else about her. The last hazy memory Kiera had of Rachel from the night before was a blurry vision of her being pressed against a wall, kissing a boy. In retrospect, it seemed kind of rapey, in a collegiate way. Kiera remembered a momentary pang of jealousy.<br><br>The Fogg Museum was a favorite hangover haunt of Kiera's; always peaceful and perfectly empty on the relevant mornings- except for that fateful one. Kiera smirked knowingly after a surprised moment of discomfort when Rachel pretended not to notice Kiera traipsing about the empty gallery, the two locked eyes and Rachel blushed. "Feeling okay?" Kiera asked.<br><br>Mercifully, Rachel had that Sunday off from orientation activities, and Kiera invited her back to her apartment for tea. Jittery from lack of sleep and horny from residual drunkenness and unmet sexual aspirations the night before, the two were nearly salivating over each other, and they both knew it. After sharing a lavender joint, their clothes came off quickly and made love for hours while slowly making their way through a rather one sided conversation about Descartes in which Kiera patiently explained the key philosophical arguments Rachel would need to understand for her freshman Fundamentals of Philosophy, while Rachel mostly moaned, shivered and asked short questions.<br><br>They made love all morning, slept all afternoon and fucked all night. Enamored of her new plaything, Kiera tied Rachel up, spanked her, teased her, fingered her, made her beg and kept her on the very edge of orgasm for hours at a time. It was filthy, depraved and clearly like nothing Rachel had ever experienced.<br><br>And Kiera hadn't even shown her her girlcock yet.
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