CAITLIN FAIRCHILD

Kat's Stalker

by PJ

 

When Paul first laid his eyes upon Caitlin Fairchild, he knew that his life would never be the same again.

Caitlin was a last minute addition to the graduate bio-chemistry class. She sat in the last row, near the windows that looked out over the campus lawns. Paul sat in the last seat in the first row, all he had to do was look over his right shoulder to admire the heart-stopping beauty. Most of the time Caitlin was a very attentive student, she took plenty of notes, asked intelligent and probing questions, and seemed quite focused on the subject matter. Sometimes, though, Paul would catch Caitlin gazing out the closest window, watching the sun warm the well-manicured lawns, her chin resting on her upraised right palm, her large, green eyes clouded.

After class, Paul discreetly followed Caitlin to her dorm room, a first floor studio at the corner of the dorm complex, with two windows to the north and east respectively. Beneath the north window was a wide, thick bush choked with green leaves, Paul hid in the space between bush and dorm wall when it was safe, he would peek through the open blinds and watch Caitlin study at her desk, read in bed, emerge from the shower, or masturbate when it was dark and her neighbors slept. Paul devoured rolls of film in taking pictures of Kat, he video-taped her naked and wet through the open bathroom door, or thrusting a humming pink vibrator between her legs as she lay on her bed, her slim body gleaming with sweat from the hot summer air.

Paul's obsession with Caitlin consumed him, filled his every waking thought. Paul's apartment became his shrine to Kat, she adorned every wall, gazed down upon him as he lay on his bed, jerking off to the videos of Caitlin showering or playing with herself. Paul's lust grew ever more inflamed, stoked by the summer heat that shimmered in the air, visions of Caitlin swimming in the young man's sight as he walked to class, eager to be in the same room with Kat for even an hour.

Class that day was even more tedious than usual due to the broken air conditioning. All of the windows were opened, but still the classroom felt like a sweltering oven. Paul barely paid attention to the stifling heat, he watched Caitlin through a haze of sweat and dizziness, the girl's long legs were crossed and shining, her shirt clung to her enormous breasts, the buds of her nipples showed through the light, damp fabric. Paul wiped perspiration from his hot forehead, he struggled to breathe, his erection was a dull ache between his legs, he licked dry lips, drinking in the sight of Caitlin across the room, so close, almost close enough to touch.

Paul's breath caught when Caitlin turned and looked straight at him. The young man sat frozen as Kat blinked sweat out of her luminous, green eyes. She smiled briefly, but to Paul it was the radiant blessing of a goddess, it sped his heart until Paul felt like the muscle would burst. Caitlin turned away and looked down at her open book, biting her lower lip in concentration. Paul tore his wide eyes away from Kat, he stared down at his own book, the printed words nothing but a senseless jumble, his chest heaving while his thumping heart gradually slowed down.

Caitlin spent the evening at the library after class. Paul waited across the lawn in the Commons, drinking cold soda and watching the library doors like a ravenous wolf squatting in front of a rabbit hole. It was well past dark when Caitlin appeared and made her way along the well-lighted sidewalks back to her dorm. Paul followed a safe distance behind the tall girl, pulse racing, desire a pleasant hardness inside his jeans.

The coast was clear, so Paul settled into his bushy blind and peeked over the mantle of Caitlin's window, watching earnestly while Kat flicked on the lights, discarded her books, and released her red hair from the elastic band that kept it gathered at the nape of her graceful neck.

Unable to help himself, Paul unzipped his jeans and stuck his right hand inside, stroking his erection as Caitlin unbuttoned her pants, then left her trousers hanging open while she struggled out of her sweat-soaked blouse. Paul bit down on his trembling lower lip to stifle a moan when Caitlin wriggled out of her pants, displaying long, sensual legs and pink panties that clung to luscious, tight buttocks. Wearing nothing but her panties, Caitlin turned off the lights and climbed onto her bed, stretching out on her right side, with her back facing the window that Paul looked through.

Paul ran his bulging eyes over every curve of Caitlin's body, he watched the beads of sweat slide down her hot flesh, he could smell the girl's scent through the open window, musky from the summer heat that warmed her. Paul pumped his bulging cock faster, he yearned to lick every drop of perspiration from Caitlin's nearly naked body, he wanted to fill his nostrils with her sweet aroma, he wanted to press his face between those delicious, closed thighs, to lick that creamy skin until he reached the flower of her sex.

Paul stopped jerking off when he heard Caitlin moan softly. The slender girl's body shivered, Paul listened to her breath quicken, he noticed fingers working beneath Kat's pink panties, stroking the tender folds nestled between those slick, taut thighs.

Watching Caitlin masturbate in front of him, so close he could smell her juices from the open window, something finally snapped in Paul's tortured mind. Setting his palms over the window mantle, Paul slipped into the dark bedroom, moving as quietly as he could, unable to believe he was actually standing in Caitlin's room, within reaching distance of the beautiful, masturbating girl herself.

Paul eased onto the bed with Caitlin, he took the elastic waistband of her pink panties and pulled them down her trembling thighs.

"What? Who is that?" demanded Caitlin, rolling onto her stomach, glaring at Paul with her round, glittering, green eyes.

"I want you, Caitlin. I've wanted you for so long," murmured Paul, his left hand slipping over Caitlin's left thigh, shaking fingers reaching for Kat's wet pussy.

Caitlin's large eyes narrowed when Paul touched her cunt, fingertips gently stroking her sticky labia, her tender clit.

"Stop it! Get out of here!" groaned Caitlin, even as her lips quivered, her thighs shuddering from the languid caressing of Paul's deft fingers which spread open her moist vulva, a long index finger wriggling into her slick vagina.

"I love you, Caitlin. I've loved you ever since I first saw you. Let me love you, Caitlin, let me make you feel good."

"Stop..touching me," moaned Caitlin, her naked body quaking from Paul's eager fingering. Paul slipped his right arm underneath Caitlin's chin, he grasped her heavy left breast, he fondled the pliant mound as he added a second finger to his vaginal probing, both digits quickly soaked in sticky nectar.

With Caitlin writhing against him, Paul nuzzled Kat's sweaty, red hair. Paul deeply inhaled the arousing scent of Caitlin's sweat-soaked mane, he rubbed his nose through her hair, he kissed the nape of her neck, squeezing her firm tit, pinching the swollen, rose-pink nipple. Paul relished the warmth of Caitlin's naked body next to his, he wrapped his left leg around Kat's slender limb, he buried his dripping fingers in the girl's hot cunnie, Caitlin shuddered in his arms, moaning raggedly.

Caitlin shivered against Paul while he removed his fingers from her clenching pussy to unzip his jeans once more. With his freed cock rubbing over Caitlin's bare left buttock, Paul gathered the naked girl's long left leg and raised it into the air. Paul groaned when he pushed his throbbing prick into Caitlin's pussy, the girl's hole slick with honey, making it easier for Paul to shove his meat through her puffy-lipped cunt. Paul shuddered when his cock was buried inside Caitlin's vagina, clasped tightly by the muscular sheath. Rolling Caitlin's warm breast in his right hand, Paul began thrusting with his pelvis, spearing deep into Kat's taut belly. Caitlin's upraised leg shivered in the air, suspended by the calf, while Kat moaned loudly, her mouth wide open, her eyes squeezed shut as a stranger slammed his crotch into her small, bare buttocks, shoving his cock through her honey-drenched pussy.

Paul lowered Caitlin's left leg, rolled the limp girl onto her heaving belly. The voyeur-turned-molester bore down upon Caitlin, pinning her to her bed, his arms resting over hers, hands clasping her trembling wrists while he smashed down onto her ass with his crotch, thrusting his slick cock to the hilt within her warm, soft, contracting cunt. Caitlin clung to the sheets of her bed, she gasped violently, tears clinging to her eyelashes, her cheeks burning crimson, her mouth a shivering "O" as she fought to breathe with the stranger's crushing weight above her. The slapping of Paul's crotch against Caitlin's shivering ass grew faster and faster, Paul dug his fingertips into Kat's smooth flesh, he kissed the back of the girl's warm neck, ran his cool lips across her creamy, bare shoulders. Moaning into Caitlin's left ear, Paul climaxed with a sharp gasp, his cock quaking while gush after gush of cum poured free.

Spent, his cock sore and empty, Paul rested on top of Caitlin, stroking her outstretched arms, right cheek pressed against her soft, wet hair. Caitlin felt so good beneath him, warm and soft, the aroma of her sweat and vaginal juices perfume within his nostrils. Raising himself on the bed to his hands and knees, Paul eased his cock back into his jeans and zipped himself up. Gazing down at Caitlin's nude body, Paul lowered his right palm and caressed the panting girl one last time, stroking her from her neck to the swells of her shapely buttocks, Kat's skin hot and slick with lovesweat.

Gingerly climbing off of Caitlin's bed, Paul left out the open window, the memory of his encounter with the girl forever seared into his mind.

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