Chapter 1 - Rejection


Lewd Wish
Chapter 1: Rejection

This is it.

Grant, a lanky college student, clenches his fists. His stomach curls, tightly. Going with the flow that life gives him was preferred, but this moment was important. This is one of the rare moments in Grant's life that he will actively put forth an effort for change.

I can do this. He convinces himself as he approaches his dream girl.
From the moment Grant saw Aimee, he's been obsessed. From the way her dark hair falls around her pale shoulders to her deep, dark eyes. She has a air of mystery around her to Grant. It's as if she possesses something he could never have. Something just out of reach and made her that much more desirable. 

She stands in the cool, morning light, cloaked in cigarette smoke that seems to snake around her. Aimee turns and props herself up on a stair railing that leads up to the art department building's doors. “What's up, Grant?” She spoke in a low, nearly husky tone that leaked past her cigarette. “I got your text last night. Everything ok, bud?”

Bud.

That word crushes his soul when it comes from her lips. He doesn't want to be seen as Aimee's bud. Finally, Grant is ready to venture beyond the friend zone. 

“Everything's cool. I just wanted to ask you something,” Grant feels his pulse quicken. 

Calm down. Calm down.

“Oh yeah?” Aimee coolly responds, taking another drag. A spring breeze ripples her loose-fitting black t-shirt. Her nipples pucker. Aimee's shirts during the warmer months seems the be the only things about her that were transparent. The thin cloth was cut into a low v-neck that gives a spectacular view when she hunches over.

Shit, shit! Don't get distracted you idiot!

In a panic to break the silence, Grant nearly shouts at Aimee the words he was hording within him since the day they met. He wasn't about to let all this pent up attraction go to waste. “I'm in love with you!” Grant's thick black hair shifts across his face. His lungs cease function. The silence seems to progress into eternity, only to be broken by Aimee's response.

“Oh do you?” Aimee's lips spread across her face in an expression Grant had never seen before. The normally cool and nonchalant Aimee displayed a very warm expression that jolts Grant's body back to life. “This is great!”

Grant is almost unsure of what to do. He had molded his mind in preparation for the worst and never thought of what would happen if she returned his feelings. “Is it...? I-I mean it is!” He pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose and laughs in short putters.

Aimee leans in close, drifting a finger down Grant's chest. “I'm so happy,” she whispers as her lips closes over his. “I'm in love with you too.”

The kiss lit up Grant's body. Aimee's tongue slid over his, invading his mouth. He felt something warm enclose over his swollen cock. 

“All this activity with just one kiss?” Aimee chuckles, amused.

“I'm just...excited is all.” Grant tries to reason his blood pressure back to a reasonable rate. He never had a girl come onto him like that. The way Aimee kisses. The way she touches. He wanted more.

“Then shall we get some of that pent-up excitement out of you?” She has a devilish look in her eyes. Before Grant could protest, Aimee clasped her hand over his and began to pull him towards a more secluded area on campus. She kneels onto a grassy area that is, at least in part, walled by various shrubs and began to unbutton her black jeans.

“Someone might see-” Grant begins before Aimee yanks his arm, causing him to stumble onto her. She guides his hand down her open pants and between her legs. He feels the warm liquid drenching his fingers.

“I don't care. Grant, please fuck me. I...want you.” Aimee's normally porcelain face is flushed with crimson. Another expression that Grant had not known existed. 
Grant's small will to protest is replaced with burning lust. He, forcefully, pulls away Aimee's pants along with her thong in a fluid motion. His fingers glide over her clit, causing Aimee to erupt in moans. Grant slides her shirt up, revealing her perky tits. He covers her right nipple with his mouth, twirling his tongue. Slowly, he slides his long index and middle fingers into her pussy. As Aimee moans in delight, Grant begins massaging. Some of her juices cascade down her inner thighs and ass.

“Ah...! Grant. I can't wait anymore...” Aimee reaches into Grants pants and grasps his hard shaft. It throbs in her hand. “Please... I want to feel your cock in me. I've always wanted it...”

Unable to refuse Aimee's demands, Grant releases his cock from his pants and replaces the role his fingers were playing. He rocks his hips back before plunging deep into her, savoring the sudden rush of pleasure.

Aimee's eyes light up in excitement, “It's incredible! Ah...! S-So good!”

Her reaction to being penetrated spurs Grant's movements. His body seems to move based on instinct. 

I'm inside of her. I'm fucking Aimee!

“God, your pussy is so tight! It's squeezing down on my dick...” Grant can't help accelerating his thrusts. “It's like it's trying to swallow me whole,” he says between gasps of pleasure. Grant grabs her breast into his hand and pinches her nipple between his fingers.

“Oh, yes! Grant, fuck me harder! Mmm!” When Grant thrusts deeper, causing her tits to bounce, erratically, Aimee's cries grew louder. “Ah...! I'm going to cum! Your hard cock is going to make me cum!”

“I'm cumming too, Aimee...!” Grant pulls his dick out of her soaked cunt. He strokes his shaft, still slick from Aimee's pussy, in his hands. Cum launches from his cock and drizzles 
Aimee's toned stomach.

Aimee gasps as the warm liquid is shot onto her. “Ahh..!” She felt the orgasm electrify her entire body. Her legs twitch as she touches the globs of jizz on her midsection. “That was fantastic...”

Grant's words came slowly within his strained breaths. “Yeah... the best. I haven't felt anything like that before.”

Suddenly, the feelings of love, lust, and release came to a crashing halt.

“Grant? Are you ok?” Aimee is standing in front of him. Her clothes are on her body. Her face was not an enticing crimson. 

Grant shakes his head from the daydream. “What?”

Aimee sighs. Her eyes don't look into his and sport the same cool, dark shade they always do. “I said 'I'm sorry'. I can't love you,” she says, slowly. “I'm in love with someone else.”

Grant stares at her for a few seconds. He isn't sure what to say. Didn't he prepare for this moment? In the very likely even that she would reject him, he had came up with ways to play it off as if nothing happened. Those plans seem to not exist in his mind anymore. “Oh...”

“I'm really sorry, bud...”

Bud. 

That word seems almost like an insult now. 

“Hey, it's fine.” Grant struggles to keep his speech steady as his throat tightens. “I'm going to go to class now. Can't be late.” He turns so Aimee wouldn't notice the tears beginning to drop from his face. 

Aimee doesn't say or do anything as Grant walks away. She just stands there, unable to look at him even as he leaves.

Grant slumps further down into his seat as a classmate energetically describes his trip from winter break. The Eastern Mythology lecture had ended ten minutes ago. 

“You guys,” Phillip flails his small arms with excitement that no one else seemed to possess, “I got my findings back from my uncle! He told me these Egyptian artifacts were-” 

As Phillip rambles on about Archaeology, Grant groans and closes his bloodshot eyes.

“Hey, man. Cheer up, alright? I hate seeing you down like this.” Liam, who is also not terribly interested in Phillip's tale, pats Grant's shoulder with a strong, muscular hand. In almost stark contrast to Grant and Phillip, who are both thin, lanky, and would most certainly combust in the sun, Liam is muscular and radiated confidence. “There are way more fish in the sea.”

Grant doesn't buy his pep talk, preferring to stew in his depression. “I've loved her for an entire year...and I blew it.” Grant rubs the small amount of hair on his face that he had been trying to grow into a beard. Aimee had said she liked mature men. “How am I supposed to face her, now? It's going to be too awkward to see her if we all hang out like before...”

Realizing he's being ignored in favor of a jilted Grant, Phillip quits telling his story, gathers his prized artifacts, and leaves the classroom. “Dicks,” he mutters, lowly.

As Phillip leaves, Grant felt a hard object bump against his foot with a soft 'clank'. “What the...?” He looks down to see a small, ornate bottle. Grant lifts it up off the ground to inspect it. The bottle shimmered gold and held small rubies embedded into the swirling design. 

“Must have rolled out of Phillip's bag.” Liam noted, also admiring the glittering vessel. 

“Probably. I'll hang on to it and return it to him when I see him tomorrow.” Grant decides, pocketing the trinket. “I'll go ahead and walk back to the dorm. This was my last class for the day anyways.” His face returns to looking glum.

“Alright, bud. Get some rest and forget about women for a while, alright?” 

“Yeah, yeah.” Grant halfheartedly waves at his best friend on his way out of the classroom.

Grant walks into his dorm room. The heavy drapes cloak the room in darkness, just the way he prefers. He drops his backpack on the floor near the door and collapses onto the bed. Alone, he starts to remove his pants. If he can't have the real Aimee, he can at least fantasize about her a while longer. This act is a daily tradition for Grant. He was one of the few lucky students who didn't have to share a room. 

Another student had lived with him at the start of the year, but backed out in preference of living at home. The former roommate had complained the whole three days he was occupying the spare bed. Apparently the guy didn't appreciate Grant's laid back lifestyle. This would involve half-eaten pizza left on the floor to be stepped on first thing in the morning, piss around the toilet instead of in it after an all-night drinking binge, and tissues overflowing the trash can. Grant had been convinced that the kid was just neurotic. 

As his pants fall to the floor, he hears the clank of a delicate object. 

“Oh, crap.” He had forgotten about the bottle. He fishes it from his jeans and looks it over, inspecting for cracks. “Doesn't look cracked...” Grant runs a thumb over one of the rubies.

Suddenly, he felt the bottle turn warm in his palm. 

“The fuck?” Grant mumbles as the jewels begin to glow. The top of the bottle leaps off and smoke pours from it's neck. The smoky mist gathers in front of him and takes the shape of a curvy woman. “Holy shit!?” Grant jumps to his feet in terror. Before he could make the choice to fling the door open and escape, the smoke clears leaving a girl staring at him.

The newly formed girl sports an outfit of red and gold. A bikini-like halter top held her massive breasts up, leaving her mocha toned midsection bare. Her bottom half is adorned with red material draped on the front and back. Gold glints in a necklace around her neck that has a thin chain attached.

“Greetings, Master.” The girl smiles, sweetly.

Her large sky-blue eyes seem to pierce the most private parts of Grant's mind. He could swear there were stars in those paralyzing eyes.

“Please let me make you happy, Master.” 


