Stranger Than Erotica Ch. 2

Was reminded of this story the other day. As before, this is probably the hardest story to write but also amongst the most fun. I don't know how well it comes off (it would be great to have different voice actors do this... it's a very cinematic/theatrical style) but I think this works well enough. Hopefully it makes you guys chuckle a little.

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Harvey rolled off the table and scrambled out of the room, barely escaping the notice of the coeds. He marveled at his bad luck though he did not yet realize that his luck, both good and bad, were going to change today.

“Of course…” he whispered under his breath, grabbing his clothes and practically crawling out the side door to the locker room as the swim team girls wandered in. He poked his head into the hallway and failed to notice the janitor mopping the floor to his right. However, by sheer chance, he glanced to his right and noticed the man. Tapping his foot impatiently, he willed in vain for the man to leave. “Oh… does it not work that way? Can I not ask you to make other people do things?”

Fortunately for Harvey, his manic ravings went unheard and the janitor disappeared around the corner leaving him with a clear 10 yard sprint to get back to his office. His bare, wet feet smacked along the floor and just as he got the office door. Just as he thought he might be done with this morning of madness, he realized his mistake.

“What?” he exclaimed to the air as he remembered that Sophie had massaged his feet. His mad dash didn’t stop as he’d intended to and he instead slid the last four feet into his office door with a loud thud.

“What was that?” came some female voices down the hall. He quickly tried to open the door, his oil slick palms making the task frustratingly difficult. Just in the nick of time, he spun the silvery know enough to get the door to swing open so that he could hop in and slam the door swiftly behind him.

“This is insane,” he muttered as he grabbed a towel to wipe away the oils that had nearly been his undoing. He’d gone from almost having his dream threesome to instead suffering through an agonizing ruined orgasm and near disastrous embarrassment. His mind would not be put at ease if he knew who was stalking down the hallway mere feet from his door.

“Damnit… again?” he said. Harvey seemed to have developed an odd habit of speaking to nobody in particular today. Strange. “Is it? I’m talking to you!”

A voice came from behind the door, “To me?”

“Sydni?” Harvey asked, “Hold on,” he said as he furiously attempted to finish putting on his clothes. What Harvey was blissfully unaware of was that Sydni had indeed seen him dash into the office mere moments before and she’d liked what she’d seen so much that this very moment, she was shifting her weight from foot to foot as she imagined what Harvey might be able to do with the surprisingly large package between his legs.

Harvey muttered quietly enough that Sydni couldn’t hear him, “A… it’s not THAT big a surprise and B… maybe I’m finally getting the hang of this.” His borderline psychotic self pep speech over, Harvey moved to the door. As he opened it, his face showed an facial tic reminiscent of someone being suddenly offended. Sadly, this was precisely at the same moment as Sydni opened the door to look on his very displeased countenance.

“I’m not annoyed at you,” Harvey spurted, rushing the words out like a fool. “Today’s been weird… Sorry… come in.”

Sydni stepped in, startled by his words. Almost as if he’d read her mind. It unnerved her.

“Don’t be worried,” Harvey said. “I just knew I had made a weird face.”

For the second time in ten seconds, her coach had appeared to read her mind. She looked around nervously, still shifting her weight from side to side.

“Sydni…” the coach said, but words failed him for a moment. His silence could not have come at a better time, however. Because the words of comfort he’d been about to formulate were exactly the wrong thing to say. For you see, Sydni had a very peculiar fantasy and a very peculiar kink. “Really?” Harvey said, stuttering through more words for the girl.

Sydni looked at him with a strange expression. Sydni’s biggest fantasy was to have a man know her so well that he could get her to do anything. Manipulate her and exploit her because he just always seemed to say the right thing.

“And what is that?” Harvey asked.

Sydni’s reverie was broken, the moment shattered as Harvey once again missed the mark. His eyes widened in incongruous shock as she said, “My lacrosse stick?”

“No… I… damnit… sit down for a second, Sydni.”

“Uhhmm… okay,” she said, sitting on the offered chair. She was wearing a pair of flared grey leggings and a maroon sports bra that was scooped in the front offering just a hint of cleavage from the swell of her perky breasts. Harvey stared at her. She stared back in awkward silence.

For long moments, nothing happened.

Harvey kept staring.

Finally, the awkwardness was too much for Sydni and she started to make an excuse to leave. She figured a story about her sick roommate would get her out of this awkward encounter quickly.

“Don’t leave. And definitely don’t make up an excuse, Sydni.”

“How did you…?” the girl asked.

“Know that you were going to lie to me about your roommate?” Harvey said. Sydni shifted again in her seat, eyes wide, breasts heaving with heavy breaths. Was it happening? Was it finally happening?

“Oh yes… it’s happening,” Harvey said. He was like a changed man all of a sudden. Gone was the pathetic loser from just ten minutes ago and in his place a new Harvey had emerged. Gloriously rising like a phoenix. Of course, that wasn’t the only thing rising.

Sydni’s eyes flicked down.

“You like what you see? You saw it in the hall, didn’t you?”

She nodded, unable to speak.

“Is it hard for you to speak when you’re this turned on?”

Another nod. The squirming in the seat was getting increasingly obvious. She was practically hypnotized by his words. As soon as she thought something…

“I say it,” he said.

“How?” she managed.

“I don’t know… it’s disconcerting though, right?” he said. The shift in his tone went unnoticed by the aroused girl but Harvey felt a sudden kinship with this young lady despite having nothing at all in common. “Well… we have one thing in common,” he said.

She looked askance at him, confused by his comment, “Do we?”

Thinking quickly Harvey said, “Sure… we both hear what you’re thinking. That inner monologue in your mind, right?”

Sydni shook her head, still not daring to believe it. She thought of a number. Nobody could guess her number. “What number am I thinking of?” she asked.

Of course, Harvey didn’t actually hear her thoughts. There was no way he would ever be able to guess that she was thinking of 7,352,212.

“Seven million,” he said, standing up, “Three hundred and fifty-two thousand,” he said, taking a step closer to her. Her eyes couldn’t meet his. She couldn’t tear them away from the bulge in his pants. “Two hundred and…” he whispered the last bit as he lowered his face to Sydni’s and watched her lips move in unison with his, “Twelve.”

Then the two were kissing frantically. There was a flurry of activity. Harvey actually locked the door and managed to not forget. The realization made him do a small fist bump and make a bizarre obscene gesture towards the sky before returning his attention to the young woman desperate for the touch of her hopeful manipulator. She longed to be told what to do. Her body yearned to be told to strip.

“Strip,” he said and she moaned. Her fingers practically ripped her pants and underwear off with her bra following quickly behind. Maybe now he’d tell her to kneel.

“On your knees,” he said, his own shirt flying across the room as he fumbled with his pants.

She opened her mouth, eagerly anticipating his next command. “You’re going to give me a blowjob now.”

She nodded, wishing he would do the one thing that she desperately ached for. Harvey walked forward, a furrow of confusion across his brow. His hard cock was sticking straight at her mouth and she eagerly took it in. She was eager to have a man with such a large cock teach her how to deep throat. When he started sliding deeper and deeper she was nearly in heaven. But he still wasn’t doing that one thing she longed for. The one thing she couldn’t even bring herself to think about.

“Oh for crying out loud… Sydni. Help me out,” Harvey said in exasperation.

Sydni could tell from his words that her blowjob skills were not up to the task. She tried to do better but she feared that she couldn’t. She knew, herself well, however. She knew if he would just do that one thing, she would be turned on enough that her gag reflex would disappear. If only…

“If only what?” Harvey practically screamed at the girl. He grabbed her hair and made her look up at him while her mouth was still stuffed with half his cock. “You don’t have to tell me what you want… just think about it…?”

But she couldn’t bring herself to think the words. All she could do was imagine him reaching down and pinching, twisting and pulling her nipples until she creamed herself.

“Ohhh,” Harvey said and suddenly his hands were on her breasts. Her tiny pink nipples were being squeezed between his rough fingers. The feeling was exquisite. So much better than when she fumbled with it herself in the dark of her dorm room. Harvey’s cock slid deeper into her mouth as she reveled in the sensation. Her gag reflex forgotten as waves of pleasure and pain raced through her until Harvey was using her nipples pull her back and forth, fucking her mouth just the way she’d always dreamed.

Harvey felt his orgasm coming, and just before Sydni did the one thing she’d never asked any man to do. Just before Sydni imagined him bending her over and fucking her ass… “Nooo,” whimpered Harvey. He came down Sydni’s eager, hungry mouth.

The two cleaned up wordlessly. Sydni’s thoughts were a jumbled mess and Harvey simply fumbled for his own clothes, words escaping him. “Was it… uhmmm… good?” he asked like some pathetic beta male.

She nodded wordlessly. Harvey stepped closer to her and grabbed her, giving her a forceful kiss. In one moment he’d gone from pathetic beta to poser alpha. “What… c’mon… really?”

“Was it not good for you?” she asked. “The kiss I mean?”

“No… sorry… yes… it was… it’s just… nevermind,” he said. Sydni stared at him, trying to figure out whether this was a one time thing. “This isn’t a one time thing,” he said, making Sydni squirm again, “But you need to go now and I’ll… I’ll see you at practice, okay?”

Sydni nodded and left, leaving Harvey alone in his office at last. He slumped into his chair, mentally reliving the uncharacteristic debauchery of the morning. “No… I’m not reliving it,” he said aloud, lying to himself. He was definitely vividly reimagining all of it.

“No… Damnit… no I’m not… I’m talking to you… the narrator of my fucking day,” he screamed. It was fortunate nobody was in the hall this time because his words were closer to the ramblings of a psychotic inmate than that of a beloved athletics coach with a bevy of fit women lusting after him.

Suddenly, for no apparent reason, Harvey calmed down. And rolled his eyes, “Really?” he murmured, spinning in his office chair. Little did he know that at this very moment, rumors were already being spread about the coach’s impressive member. “Damnit!” he exclaimed, angry at some mundane detail on his calendar. He’d obviously have a very different reaction if he’d known just how many of the girls he coached would soon be eager to see what all the fuss was about.

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Harvey woke the next day, shaking his head from the cobwebs of sleep. The previous day had gone by in such a blur that he could barely remember any of it. “Wait… this can happen now?” he mumbled as he started his normal morning routine. He started to pull up his favorite video when he paused and, instead, tried to recall the events of the previous day.

He remembered Hillary coming on to him. “No… not that.”

He daydreamed about the busty Sophie’s exquisite hand job, “No!” he yelled though there was no reason to be upset as the handbook rules had been altered to his benefit. “No… I’m not ups… damnit… Keep going.”

He remembered the beautiful, kinky Sydni and how he’d been lucky enough to guess what she was thinking and give her the thing that she desperately needed that nobody knew she wanted, “Well… not nobody…,” he whispered. “But what happened after Sydni, yesterday?”

And despite all of the carnal events of the prior morning, what his mind inevitably turned to was the mundanity of coaching three girl’s club teams for the university. In fact, Harvey was such a pathetic loser that despite him having two orgasms yesterday, he’d rather think about watching girls prance around on a sports field while he imagined if any of them knew about his large penis and what they might think if they saw it. It was pathetic really, “Hold on… you said…” he murmured, still replaying the conversations from yesterday. Of course, his pathetic fantasies were only pathetic from his own point of view. It turns out that some of the girls HAD heard the rumors that were quickly spreading. And while it’s pretty pitiful for a guy to think that’s all girls want, it turns out that there are SOME girls that do just want that.

“I knew it!” he exclaimed, jumping up and down for no reason. “I fucking knew it… which ones? Which ones want a piece?” he babbled. It was the kind of red pill incel bullshit that has made the internet so toxic. “No… Just… you said SOME girls…” he told himself, trying to remind himself that only SOME of his girls were like that. Sadly, there was just no way for him to know that it was Ashlynn, Harriet, and Kimber that were the three most hot to trot.

Harvey smiled a sick, predatory smile, “Ashlynn, Harriet, and Kimber,” he said, inexplicably fixating on the only three girls dating guys from the university’s Mixed Martial Arts team. “Oh, shit.”