The Contract – Part 1

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This is my first attempt to write a story, not only on this site but in general. The characters as well as some events are based on real life experiences, but many things are fictional additions. Obviously, I changed the names of the characters, but the male protagonist resembles and ideal me. Basically, I tried to write out some of my teenage fantasies that I had in school. Feedback on the quality of the text, typos and general choice of words would be greatly appreciated, especially since I am not a native English speaker. If the you like and enjoy this introduction, I might be tempted to write more parts – the second one is already finished basically.

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I blinked and turned around. I blinked again, shut my eyes. It was no help. The sunlight lit my bedroom and my sleep found an end. I didn’t mind the sun waking me up, but today was a different day. Something was different. I just had to find out what it was. Every single day, either the sun or my alarm would wake me up at about the same time, 7am. I had one hour until my classes at college would start. On my way to the bathroom I stood still, turned towards my king-sized bed and wondered why things are the way they are for me.

Three years ago, my parents died in a horrible plane crash while they were underway doing business stuff. I never really wanted to know what exactly they were doing, but apparently there was a lot of work for the owners of an international company with several thousand employees. The only thing I know is that it was some kind of online service which was mostly required by other companies.

Nevermind, it doesn’t matter now. After the tragedy, our mansion felt pretty empty. We had a housemaid and a cook, and these two people were now living in a house with me, but without my parents. This wasn’t so bad after all, because I had some social contacts and was cared for, while at least five lawyers that visited me every day explained to me in detail how I am now the owner of several hundred millions of dollars in stocks, what all my responsibilities are and so on.

I’m not gonna lie, I was overwhelmed, sad, emotionally hurt and, most of all, lost. My parents had loved me dearly, even though they didn’t have much time left for me, they tried to make it count. I never understood the reason why people that are very wealthy don’t just stop working but keep putting hours upon hours of their life into whatever they are doing. It seemed counter-intuitive for me, because life has so much more to offer than JUST work. That is also the reason why I wanted to leave all of this behind. The company. The stocks. The mansion. Even the housemaid and the cook. All of it.

I ordered to lawyers to manage every legal problem that would come with my decision. I sold all the stocks. Dismissed the housemaid, the cook. Everyone else who was in some way or another working for me directly. The last step was to sell the house. In order to not be homeless, I rented a small apartment somewhere else in the city that I lived in and moved there with basically nothing. After I sold the mansion, I was left with nothing but my few belongings that I brought to my new apartment (namely some bathroom and kitchen stuff, some clothes, etc.). And money, lots of it. Over five hundred million dollars. I didn’t even understand it. It’s not that the lifestyle of my parents and me was particularly expensive. It’s just that all of this felt like the start of a sandbox video game. In theory, I could literally do whatever I want, there were no limitations.

So I decided to life a „normal“ life, with some benefits of course. I changed the school that I was going to, just because the people at the former school were a bit pressing, knew me too well and wanted some part of the money. I dressed like a normal kid. I didn’t stand out because I basically never had the newest stuff, neither did I have the most expensive stuff. I tried to hide my big bank account from the people that were my age. And it worked.

I’m not a shy guy, but I find it difficult at times to keep a conversation going when it comes to small talk. The reason for this is probably that I never really cared about speaking just for sake of it, and the loss of my family further pushed me into an introvert-like behavior. However, I am a very nice guy to hang out with, thus I quickly managed to make new friends. The kind of friends that wanted to be friends with you as a person, not your money.

Hell, I don’t even know whether or not my new best friend, Phil, knew that was rich as fuck. Some of them knew that I lost my parents, that I live alone. I told them that the little bit of heritage that was left enables me now to use a car and to pay for the expenses that I have, but I would have to work in a few years. Normally, they would accept that. After I finished high school with excellent marks (I am quite a smart guy) my friend Phil and me both enrolled in the same college. There, many things changed. In general, the more innocent atmosphere of high school was gone. Suddenly, it was more common for other people to have some money available. The guys were almost sobbing for girls, the girls loved to tease the guys and get some dick. And I was just as much a part of it as Phil.

Somehow, I realized that I’ve been standing in my bedroom like a tree, thinking about past experiences. It was time to step into the shower, where I thoroughly cleaned myself. Hygiene is very important, no matter how rich you are. When I stepped out of the shower, I took a closer look at my reflection in the mirror. My wet hair now looked dark, even though it was a shade of brown when dry. The oily layer that usually covers my face after the night was washed of, my skin looked smooth and fresh, with a slight tan that gave it a great light-brown color. My black eye- brows created a great contrast to the brown hair and accented my deep blue eyes in a handsome way. My nose is not too big, nor too small, and my mouth has symmetric lips, without and marks or spots. One could say that I, Eddy, am a very handsome, good looking young man, standing 193cm or 6’2.3“tall. I only weighted about 75kg or 165lb, so I am slim, but not thin. Slim in a good way, since I have long legs and my few muscles are rather defined. I liked my appearance. I started to style my hair. I used wax that gives the hair a natural, faint look. The sides of my head were cut short to 15mm or 0.6in, while the hair on top of my head was longer, measuring a couple of inches or a few cm. I have always liked this undercut type of style and I varied it from time to time. I LOVE my hair and spend a lot of time just touching and passing through it with my hand. I was settled for the day and left the bathroom to dress myself. A pair of dark blue jeans, a black belt, sneaker socks. A normal, black hoody that had the pocket under the outer layer, giving it a very clean look. Under the hoody, I always wore a T-shirt of varying color. Nothing about me made me look expensive. I was very much a casual, average boy. A handsome boy, nevertheless.

Be it coincidence or not, Phil lived on my way to college, which is why I picked him up eve- ry single morning. It was nice to chat a bit with a good friend before the courses would start. Most of the time, we talked about some weird stuff we saw on the Internet or had just learned in one of our courses, or we discussed, in a very detailed and scientific way, girls. Obviously, being guys in their late teens, our hormones peaked, and we rarely had innocent thoughts. This day, about four weeks after the semester has started, we, again, were on our way to college while discussion the important topics.

’Have you seen Alice yesterday? That girl has amazing thighs, and her tits surely are at least a D. And she never tries to hide them!’, he said.

He was right, I thought. Alice surely was a very attractive girl. However, I only had one course with her, so our interaction was limited. Also, I wasn’t really interested in her anyway. ’Sure mate, you are right. I know you find her hot. And she is. But not so much my type. You know me, nothing gets better than Marie.’, I responded.

’Of course, I know this. Man, you are so boring, for you, everyone is less hot than Marie. I can understand it, her proportions are pretty perfect, and her face is cute. But I prefer a bigger ass and tits!’

Marie, at least for me, was a body-type goddess. Everything about her body was picture perfect for my taste. Her hair reached down to her tits, brown, sometimes with darker shades that tend to look black. There were some blond streaks that made for a fantastic color combination. She mostly wore her hair open. She has SO much hair, it always looked full, and I would have loved to feel it waft over my hand. Her face was cute in a way, but I have seen more beautiful faces in general. That doesn’t mean her was was ugly, though. Her eyebrows were tilted slightly inwards, creating some kind of pointing arrow towards her nose. They also curved around the sides of her eyes, framing them in a nice, good looking way. She had green eyes that have a sparkling, demanding look. She could also have these really seductive eyes, when she wanted to.

The tip of her nose ended just below its wings. Her smile was wide, and when she did smile, her cheeks looked rather cute and became more red. Her nose as well as her cheeks had some freckles that made her looked very innocent. All things considered, she had a cute, sometimes even slutty face. Now don’t get me wrong, I didn’t have crush on her (I never really imagined her as my girlfriend. I only wanted to fuck her).

What did drive my fantasies wild wasn’t her face or her personality. It was the rest of her body. She stood about 5’4“ tall, her shoulder to hip ratio was exactly my preference: a normal shoulder width, her hips not too rounded, one could say she had more slender hips compared to other girls. Her pelvis was tilted slightly forwards, which accented her butt (she had amazingly firm looking, not too big butt cheeks which curved in a very natural way towards her legs. The tilt also made her belly look even better than it did anyway. It really pointed towards her pussy, with a cute belly button and zero fat. Nothing about her body was saggy, everything was firm and well defined.

Her legs especially. Her thighs were strong. The best feature about her legs was that they never touched but left this little gap just below where her pussy was. You could have placed a pen there, and it wouldn’t have touched her body. This package was topped off by a pair of, you guessed it, perfect tits. They were about C cup. Again, not saggy at all. Furthermore, she liked to wear push up bras, which made them look a little bit bigger and firmer.