This story is posted on Literotica.com. The story is heavily inspired by the works of other Literotica authors, such as TheTalkMan, en_extase, seducedHylas, WaddleBuff and TemptedOne; it involves cheating, seduction and betraying one's significant other. If you're not into these themes, I advise you not to read further.

As a side note, this is my first erotic story ever, and I'm always looking forward to increasing my skills as a writer. So please feel free to leave constructive criticism, it is greatly appreciated.

Enjoy the story.

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"Check out that guy."

Hearing this Kate turned her head like a wolf that had caught the scent of a rabbit. The corridor of the Natural Science Building was packed with people; university students going on with their everyday life. Some returning from early lunch, some hurrying to catch a nap between lectures, and some even during. There were people of different ages, sizes and ethnicities, but Kate didn't have to wonder for a second whom Michelle was referring to.

Across the corridor there stood a man, not far in his twenties, just emerged out of a classroom, shoving books into his backpack. He was average height and had his dark brown, medium-length hair cascading over his hipster glasses. He was wearing jeans and a polo shirt, and overall seemed like an ordinary science student. What struck out to Kate was how even though he was cute in a nice-boy sort of way, he could also be described as 'ruggedly handsome'. Even though his choice of clothing couldn't get him on the front cover of Vogue, Kate could tell that he liked to keep his body in shape. As he hugged to his backpack with one arm and held on to his book with the other, she could catch a glimpse at his slightly bulging biceps. He was too busy with his book to notice the girl staring at him, but Kate had already seen more than she needed to.

"He's a real cutie", Kate said turning back to Michelle.

"Just a cutie?" asked Michelle, giving her the sly eye.

"Alright, stop before you even get started" Kate said, not being able to hold back a giggle.

"But if all science students were like him, we'd come here more often for sure."

"So why don't you go introduce yourself? Have a little chat."

"I dunno, he's cute but he hardly seems like my type."

Michelle let out a laugh after Kate's latest statement and said:

"That's not the Kate I remember seeing last Friday down at the bar. If memory serves, she wasn't being too picky about 'guys not being her type'".

This made Kate's face turn red for a moment, after which she regained her composure.

"Alright, you aren't Miss Selective yourself either, or do I need to remind you of last St. Patrick's Day? Or should I call the team themselves and let them refresh your memory?"

This, in turn, made Michelle turn red and glancing around in case anyone had heard. Kate burst out into laughter.

"But you're right. I wouldn't mind waking up next to him one hangover-filled morning."

The man was still unsuccessful with his attempt at putting away his book. The backpack's opening turned out to be only slightly wider than the book, and using only two hands made the matter more difficult. The imp that was frustration got heavier on his shoulders, and a nugget of an idea of ditching university for the sake of not having to store away this book was growing larger. Hunching over his backpack, he let out a defeated sigh.

"Need a hand?"

He looked up. What he saw next made him momentarily forget how to properly close his jaw. A stunning blonde, shorter than him by not more than ten centimeters, had appeared before him. She was looking at him quizzically, her long, blonde hair running along the curves of her blouse top, not ending until reaching her lower back. Her red, pillowy lips had formed a subtle smile, and her brown eyes were locked into his. The man, getting over the first sight of this beauty before him, instantly straightened his back and said:

"Thanks, but I think I got it."

Kate visibly gazed at his hand that was still holding on to the book.

"Doesn't seem like it."

The man tried to hide a face of embarrassment. Kate reached towards the man's bag.

"Here, let me hold that for you."

Kate tugged at the backpack, spreading the opening wide. The man took notion and effortlessly slid his book inside.

"Thanks," the man said with a slight embarrassment in his voice.

"Don't mention it. Kate," Kate said offering her hand.

"Mike," he said, taking her hand in a handshake.

Mike couldn't not notice how soft and warm her hand felt, like silk around his palm. Kate, in turn, was surprised by his firm grip, not letting her hand slip even by accident, but soft and caring enough to not hurt her at all.

"How come I haven't seen you around here before?" he asked.

By now the handshake had lasted a few second more than what was socially normal, but Kate didn't want to let go of his manly touch.

"I don't usually come here. My studies are over at the Social Science Building, but they were renovating it today so our classes were changed here," Kate said.

By now, Mike was about to get lost in her bright, brown eyes. He quickly recovered his thoughts and retracted his hand.

"So you're a social science major?"

"Yes. Psychology to be precise. What about you?"

"Organic chemistry".

"A chemistry nerd, huh? Can't say I run into you guys very often, especially ones as fit as you," Kate said with a hint of flirt in her voice.

Mike let out a small laugh and relaxed his composure a bit.

"Well, I like keeping myself in basic shape. Wouldn't like to get too elastic now, would I?"

Kate giggled. This Mike was not only good-looking, but also able to make her laugh. She was happier about the course of this conversation by the second.

"Well, Mike, it was a pleasure to run into you," she said nonchalantly.

"By the way, me and my associate, Michelle, that black girl standing over there trying not expose the fact that she's eavesdropping on us, are having a party this Saturday. Would you be interested?"

Mike glanced across the corridor at Michelle, who quickly turned to look in the other direction, and then turned back to Kate. He met her asking gaze, silencing him with the beauty of her eyes once more. Then he spoke:

"I'm sorry, I have plans with my girlfriend this Saturday."

The whole world came crumbling down for Kate. Mike was already seeing someone. She didn't show her inner feelings about this whole issue and answered, as nonchalantly as before:

"That's alright. Have fun with the missus."

"B-but I hope we'll run into each other again," Mike managed to stammer out, not sure why he was trying to backpedal.

Kate shot him with a questioning look, and wondered what to say next.

"I hope so too, Mike. The renovating should take at least a few weeks, and I'm sure this wasn't the last time you failed at putting away a book."

She then reached into her pocket, took out a crumbled piece of paper and a stub of a pencil, wrote something on the paper and looked back to Mike.

"When you're having trouble again, you know who to call."

With those words she grabbed his hand for a second, turned her back to him and walked over to Michelle. Mike was left there, following the blonde with his gaze, his mind mesmerized by the figure of the fleeting woman. As his mind was almost completely clouded by thoughts, the university bell striking twelve outside on the courtyard pulled his mind back to reality with a yank. He looked back at his bag, not completely sure of the conversation that had just taken place. As he retracted his gaze from Kate, he couldn't see her winking at her comrade-in-arms, who threw back a knowing smile. He threw his backpack over his shoulder and started descending down the steps towards the front door. As he stepped into the sunlight outside he noticed he was holding something in his palm. He opened his palm and found a small, crumbled piece of paper between his fingers. A shadow of a thought crossed his mind as he opened it with shaky hands. On the note was written, with tiny, round strokes, a phone number.

Followed by a small heart.

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The door to the dorm felt as heavy as it did every afternoon. Kate could swear the door didn't feel as heavy in the morning when she had left the dorm, but then again, that's what she thought every day. She climbed the stairs, passing some girls lost in their own conversation. The girls, noticing Kate approaching them, fell silent until she had walked past them. Kate resisted the urge to push one of them down the stairs. Her old, stairway-blocking bitch of an enemy and her cronies followed Kate's every step with an eerie silence. As Kate turned around the corner, she could hear them whispering behind her, and she knew why. She turned her key in the lock of her door, opened it, tossed her bag across the room and stepped in front of a full-body mirror.

They were jealous.

Not only was Kate the top of her psychology class. Not only was Kate the smartest girl on that floor of the dorm. Not only was she a brilliant mind, but she was also absolutely gorgeous. Her face was flawless, and made applying make-up practically useless. Her eyes were bright and deep, and could mesmerize any heterosexual man and bound them under her will. Her hair was stunning; long, hair reaching her lower back, colored like a field of wheat at twilight. Her body, with no sign of fat anywhere, was like a sculpted statue of a Greek goddess. And if that wasn't enough to drive every other girl on that floor mad with jealousy, she had something else she was very proud of.

Her breasts.

Full DDs, with their perfect shape and perkiness intact. As she admired herself in the mirror, she could not help but to cup them with her hands. These smooth, round twins were enough to drive even the most relationship-devoted man crazy. She pulled slightly on her blouse top, exposing more cleavage and more of the smooth, creamy flesh of her globes. Of course the other girls were jealous; their boyfriends were practically soaking her top wet with their drool every time they passed her in the hallway. Not that she wanted to touch those sleazy frat boys anyway, but that she could always provide something their girlfriends couldn't: a good look at a pair of big, squeezable, suckable tits.

Her gaze wandered downwards. Her blouse top highlighted her breasts successfully without being too obvious, sure, but her other assets weren't nothing to shy away from either. She turned her wide hips slightly and reminded herself of her next best feature. Her firm, round ass.

Like her breasts, her ass was amazing. Concealed within her jeans, her two cheeks stood proud. Firm, meaty and geometrically perfect; no man on the campus was able to resist stealing a peek at it while passing her in a corridor. Her bubble-like ass, together with her wide hips and narrow waist, created an effect like no other; they awakened something in men. And Kate was fully aware of that.

A carnal lust, driven by instincts inherited from our beastly ancestors, took over men whenever she decided to showcase her goods. With a little shake of her ass and sway of her hips Kate could have any man kneeling before - or behind - her. She had tested out her powers many a time, and the effect had always been the same: they had caused men to turn insane with lust, with an urge to touch her, with an urge to be inside her. With an urge to breed.

Despite all that, her face, her hair, her tits, her ass and her hips, Kate was by no means a slut, no matter how much shit Michelle gave her. Sure, she wouldn't pass a good cock if she came across one, what kind of college girl would? But just being the college football team captain wasn't enough to get in bed with her, oh no, sir. Kate was an intellectual woman, and required an equal; not just physically, but also mentally.

Those frat boys she saw every day drooling after her had the collective IQ of a rubber boot. For Kate, sex was more than physical pleasure, it was emotional pleasure as well. She couldn't get much out of a dumb sack of meat on top of her; she had to know that the man inside her was top class, a man of equal intelligence. A man who would one day graduate with perfect grades and take his place on top of the society. Only then would the man deserve to fuck Kate.

Unfortunately for Kate, these men weren't dime a dozen. So rarely would she come across one, but only to be separated from him by fate or destiny or whatever flying spaghetti monsters seemed to veil the campus with their divine aura. Those kind of men were a depleting resource.

And then she came across Mike.

Kate walked to the common room she shared with her roommate and collapsed on the couch. Mike, that cutishly handsome science boy, who was so endearing and mannish at the same time. Mike, who, for her slight disappointment, had ignored her body and rejected her.

Kate put her head on a cushion. Did she do the right thing by giving him her number in a moment of flirtiness? Did she meddle with things she wasn't supposed to by giving an attached man her personal number, hoping he would call her? Was that really who she was?

Her train of thought was then derailed by a sound of a key turning in a lock. The front door opened, and Kate raised her head to see who the comer was. She heard the door close, and footsteps coming towards the room. A woman emerged, a brunette wearing a turtleneck shirt and slacks. She was slightly shorter than Kate and had freckles all over her face. She seemed as tired as Kate was.

"Hi," Anna said, with a weariness in her voice.

"Hi, sweetie," Kate said in return.

"Something wrong?"

Anna sauntered her way to the couch. Kate pulled her legs up to her body, making room for Anna to sit on the couch.

"Just a typical day. Got my assignments back graded, nothing worth mentioning. Then on my way to the grocery store I missed the bus only by a few seconds. The driver didn't pay attention to me at all, jumping up and down on the sidewalk."

Kate felt sorry for Anna. She was working as hard as she was, and probably even harder. Not because Kate was lazy, but because Anna didn't have the same mental capacity as she did. Kate wrapper her arm around her roommate.

"There, there, just sit back and relax. How about if I make us both a cup of hot ginger tea?" Kate tried her best to comfort her.

Anna nodded in agreement. Kate stood up, leaving Anna collapsed on the cushion instead. She walked over to the sink and filled a kettle with water. She then opened a cupboard. To her surprise, there were no cups to be found anywhere. She then looked down at the sink and understood why.

"Umm, Anna?" she said, still facing the sink.

"Yeah?"

"Remember what we talked about this morning?"

"Oh, yeah, about that... I was super busy."

Kate closed her eyes and let out a sigh. She then opened her eyes, but was still greeted by the same sight; a mountain range of dirty dishes. Plates, forks, knives, bowls, glasses and... cups.

"You promised to do the dishes before you left."

This wasn't the first time Anna had skipped her dishwashing duties. Kate knew that she was a hard-working woman, but unfortunately her diligence in class didn't transfer over to chores at home. Kate said nothing, picked up a brush and poured dishwashing liquid all over the dishes.

"I'm so sorry, I'll owe you one," Anna said from the couch.

"I forgot I had to go the library before class to return a book, so I didn't have time to do the dishes."

"Uh-huh" Kate responded, rubbing dried-up noodle sauce off a bowl.

"Honestly, I'll pay you back," Anna said genuinely sorry.

"It's fine. But next time I won't be so gentle," Kate said, adding in her mind: "Like I have been for the last six times..."

"How's Michelle doing?" Anna tried changing the subject.

"Same old, same old. Probably sucking off a dean somewhere" Kate said, causing both of the girls giggle.

"You still having the party at her place on Saturday?" Anna asked.

"Yeah, why? Do you want to come?"

Anna sat up, twiddling with her fingers nervously.

"I was wondering if I could bring a date. You know, to introduce him to you guys."

Kate was able to catch a cup she had dropped from surprise. She turned to Kate, who was staring at the worn-out carpet on the floor.

"You have a date?" Kate asked.

"Yes. Well.. kinda. Sort of. We've been only seeing each other for a month."

"And you haven't told me?" Kate asked, faking being offended.

"I just didn't think it was anything serious, but now I think It's going places," Anna said.

"Who is this mystery man anyway? Did you get back together with Dan?" Kate asked, hoping the answer would be negative.

"No, that shithead is long gone," Anna laughed, "this time it's a real gentleman, the captain of the Chess Club."

"A chess nerd? Really?" Kate laughed, poking fun at her friend.

"Laugh all you want, he's also a real cutie," Anna fired back at her.

"We'll see if that's the case on Saturday, I guess," Kate said and returned her attention to the dishes.

"So that means we can come?"

"Sure, it's at Michelle's at seven. Bring your own booze, though."

"Thanks, I'll probably bring some cider."

This statement made Kate roll her eyes. Anna stood up and walked into her room closing the door behind her, leaving Kate alone with the dishes. As Kate rubbed a wet plate with a towel, se couldn't help but ponder over her life and Anna.

She had moved in a year ago, when Anna's last roommate had graduated and left the college life. That's when she first had met Anna, this sweet, innocent little flower, who wouldn't hurt a fly, and who preferred spending time at a library rather than at a bar. Kate had witnessed Anna's last relationship, and the messy breakup that followed. Anna, on the other hand, had witnessed Kate bringing in guys whose names she had no idea of, but who Kate swore were decent. The following mornings they were gone, leaving Anna to tend to her roommate and her roommate's fatal hangovers. Kate considered Anna a friend, although she could be a real burden sometimes.

Anna rarely spent time with her, since her schedule was filled with extra classes and after-school activities; book clubs, knitting clubs and probably something that wasn't intended for 80-year-olds. Kate put the clean plate into the cupboard and grabbed another dirty cup. Unfortunately, Anna's busy schedule left Kate to deal with most of the chores alone. So many missed dish duties, garbage take-outs and bathroom clean-ups that eventually fell onto Kate's shoulders. She cared for Anna, but in the back of her mind, she also nurtured growing hatred towards her.

After some time Kate was finally done with the dishes. She poured hot water into two of the freshly-cleaned cups. She grabbed a tea bag, put one of the cups on a small plate with a spoon and carried them over to Anna's room.

"Madam, your afternoon tea is ready," Kate said, imitating an English butler.

"Thank you, James. You may come in," Anna replied, also imitating a high-class Victorian lady.

Kate opened the door and stepped into the room. Anna was there, lying on her bed, with her nose between pages of a thick book. Kate placed the plate on Anna's nigh stand.

"Whatcha reading?"

Anna pulled her eyes away from the book.

"War and Peace by Tolstoy," she said, "I have an easy to write due Monday."

Kate sat on the bed next to Anna.

"You see, this is what we in psychology call a cognitive bias. You seem to think a degree in literary theory will make you the queen of the hill one day, even though the best it can do for you is a one-room basement apartment to count your unemployment benefits in" Kate said with a smirk, causing Anna to playfully kick her in the shoulder.
"That'll be all, James. I'll call when I need you again."

"Of course, Your Highness."

*************

The dragon flew through the sky, laying waste to the stone structures. Its infernal roar pierced through the army of knights, followed by a pillar of fire cutting through their ranks, melting their armor and scorching their flesh. Horrifying screams of agony were cut off by a roar, predicting another deadly storm of fire and sulfur.

However, Mike was too fixated on his own thoughts to notice anything that was happening on the TV screen. His day had started out like any other; his daily schedule dancing around the maypole that was his chemistry studies. But that one moment, that one short event that stood out amongst other daily occurrences. The woman she had met, Kate, and how her smile had burned an image on his mind. Mike shook the thoughts off and tried to once again concentrate on the TV show. He still couldn't shake off the feeling that he'd run into her again in the near-future.

Like any responsible boyfriend, he had of course thrown away the number he had received. It was a nice gesture, sure, and a girl like her giving her number to him without asking was flattering to say the least. But he thought about his girlfriend, her smile, her scent, her laughter that sounded like harebell in a summer breeze. He was proud of himself that he was able to reject such a good-looking girl right away, not many a boyfriend could be so determined. But he was.

He stood up and walked over to his fridge. He opened it and grabbed a yoghurt off the top shelf. After shaking it vigorously he popped it open and took a sip. Mike looked around his apartment, which didn't look too different from those of the on-campus dormitory. He had the pleasure to live alone off-campus, with no troublesome roommates to worry about. He had come from a moderately wealthy family with wise real estate investments, so his family had more than enough to rent him an average-size single apartment near the university. He looked at the vintage railway station clock on the wall; it was just past midnight.

The shower was smooth and warm, inviting really. Mike squeezed out a dollop of shampoo and tried to tame his hair, a futile effort. As he scrubbed himself he once more thought about Kate. A picture of her smile flashed through his mind. Those soft, red lips. And those brown, bright eyes. And those big tits, the sway of her hips as she walked away— no! Mike snapped out of his thoughts and almost dropped his shampoo bottle off the shelf. What was he doing?

He put away his toothbrush and turned the bathroom lights off. He jumped on his bed and dug his way under covers. Mike closed his eyes, but didn't feel like sleeping. He tried picturing his girlfriend. Her blue eyes, her cute, little nose, her blonde hair, her laughter— wait a minute, her hair is dark brown like his.

He thought about his girlfriend. Sure, she wasn't as gorgeous as Kate, but she was the sweetest girl he had met. He enjoyed spending time with her, having conversations about anything. She seemed to care so much about the world, and she had very clear vision of her future. That's what he liked about her, she was a woman with a plan. She was pretty too, not in that stand-out way like Kate, but she had innocent girl type of charm. And sure, she might only be an A cup, B at most, but that's not what's important in a woman. What matters is between the ears. What's 15 centimeters below the neck is just a nice bonus, and whoever was going to end up with Kate was cashing out big time, for sure...

"What am I doing?" thought Mike before rolling over and staring into the darkness.