This was to be a very special evening. An evening she'd fondly remember; an evening he'd surely never forget.

Twenty-year-old college junior Rachel Sasser stood before her full-length mirror, clasping a second diamond stud earring into place. She cocked her leg and beheld herself with a satisfied smile. "Perfect."

Yes, she knew precisely what turned Richard on, down to the very perfume she dabbed behind her ears... and between the tops of her thighs. Mmm. Her preparations were complete.

Earlier that day, Rachel went to her health club. Donning boxing gloves, she hit the speed bag, slammed the heavy bag, and sparred with her fitness coach, splattering him with jabs and finally coldcocking him a wild, roundhouse right; a brutal blow that grazed him just below the belt. "Whoa there!" he said, dancing out of harm's way. "What's gotten into you, Rachel?" She spat out her mouthpiece and shrugged. "Sorry coach," she said, with a smile she couldn't repress. "Guess I'm a little over-excited." She kissed him on the cheek. "Nothing personal. I just got back from spring break and I haven't seen my boyfriend for a week."

Her coach looked at her and blinked. "Lucky him."

Rachel loved the way she felt after she worked out -- the blood surge that fired her muscles and the endorphin rush. It always made her feel invincible. And incredibly sexy.

She capped her workout with a long, luxurious bubble bath, smoothing moisturizer into her taut, tanned skin, brushing her long, light-brown hair... As she soaked in the steaming tub, she meditated on just what she would do to drive Richard completely wild-out-of-his-mind with desire that night...

Richard and Rachel. They had been an item for just over six months now. And what passionate months those were. They had the kind of romance that inspired envy among even the closest of their friends. In fact, Rachel suspected that her good friend and roommate, Michelle, was covetous of Rachel's relationship, having just gone through a nasty breakup herself with a boyfriend of three years. Michelle made comments, "Richard's so cute," "When is Richard giving you a ring?" which led Rachel to harbor doubts about Michelle's trustworthiness. Or was Rachel just being paranoid?

Rachel wondered whether it was a good idea to take her spring break trip at all, with Michelle and her unsuspecting Richard remaining on back on campus. Would Michelle try to move in on her territory? Michelle's last words to Rachel, "I'll keep an eye on him for you," were hardly reassuring.

But the news that Rachel received upon returning from her trip was worse than anything she feared; much worse than anything she could have possibly expected.

Richard picked Rachel up at seven that evening. When she heard the knock she walked slowly to the door. Rachel tried to imagine what Richard's reaction would be when he laid his eyes on her. Barely able to suppress a smile, Rachel turned the doorknob and opened the door.

Richard's mouth gaped open for a second. "Oh... my... God," he gasped. His eyes ran over Rachel's body as she stood there, elevated three inches taller than he by the door frame. He had never seen her in that dress before... he had never seen her looking so spectacular. Like... a model. He swallowed hard as he tried to think of something intelligent to say, but his head was buzzing with a dizzying exhiliration. "You look so... beautiful," was all he could get out as he absent-mindedly handed her the red rose he had brought with him.

Richard couldn't stop gawking at Rachel. The way the dress' material clinged to her body. Her legs, smooth and bare, still richly tanned from her Spring Break trip to Cancun. Those high heels... that choker... and the hint of warm, inviting cleavage revealed by the tastefully low cut dress. Richard looked into Rachel's smiling eyes and then at her glistening red lips. He opened his arms wide and placed one foot up in the door frame, hugging her toward him. As he moved close to kiss her, Rachel held his chin back with the tip of her index finger.

"Now, now," she said, laughing. "You like?" she asked, smiling ear to ear.

The bulge Rachel could feel pressing against her leg from within Richard's pants was the only answer she needed. Mission accomplished.

Still holding his chin with the tip of her finger, Rachel planted a soft kiss on his lips -- hers just barely parted, warm and moist. She flicked her tongue in his mouth. "Just a taste," she thought to herself, as she pulled back.

"Now, let's go party," she said, as Richard stared at her awe.

Richard took Rachel out to a romantic restaurant -- dim lights, candles, soft music. For a while, he made small talk.

Even though the two had been dating for half a year, he felt unusually nervous. The way Rachel was dressed was most certainly part of it. Although she would have looked gorgeous in the plainest of clothes, there was something different about her entire appearance this evening. The way she held eye contact with him all night. The seductive way she spoke. Even the uncharacteristically forward way she flirted with their waiter. And of course, her fingernails softly raking his inner thigh under the table throughout the meal; that didn't do a whole lot to ease the sexual tension Richard felt.

It just seemed that Rachel's every action was calculated to make Richard desire her. And it was working. His erection had barely flagged since Rachel answered her door that night. Rachel made sure of that. In his jeep on the way to the restaurant, Richard couldn't help but be distracted by the way the hem of Rachel's dress crept up her tanned, toned thighs when she crossed her legs. The entire ride over he thought of that brief kiss... and the promise held in the gentle, sweet teasing of her lips.

And now, sitting so close in the cushioned circular booth at the restaurant, her breath soft in his ear... the scent of her perfume enveloping him in its erotic embrace... he wanted to drag her under the table and fuck her right then and there! To push that dress up around her waist and spread those beautiful legs wide and slide deep into her... burying his face between her breasts, making her scream in ecstasy...

But, of course, he could only dream of it. For now. He tried to distract his thoughts with food and drink. But Rachel wouldn't let his attention drift away from her for very long. She'd shift in her chair to showcase her cleavage, cross her legs -- sporting him a glimpse up her skirt, or she'd reach under the table, grasp his knee, and trace those long fingernails of hers straight up the inseam of his pant leg, until she could feel the pre-cum bleating --pleading -- through his pants. Poor Richard.

After dinner, Rachel laughed off Richard's most unsubtle pleas to return to either her place or his, and she insisted instead that they go out dancing, as they'd originally planned.

Finally out on the crowded dance floor, after waiting in line for twenty minutes to get into the club, Richard and Rachel embraced. Rachel snaked her hips to the funky beat, never missing an opportunity to press up against him or to shimmy down and straddle his leg. Richard kept up, but between all the looks Rachel was attracting and his mounting desire for her, he just wanted to get her the hell out of there to some place where they could be alone.

Rachel spun around and wrapped her arms around Richard, giving him a deep, open mouthed kiss. Their tongues dueled for dominance as each explored the other's mouth. Richard grabbed Rachel's ass -- so firm beneath the thin dress material -- and pulled her tight against him. She wrapped a smooth leg around one of his.

The softness of her breasts pressing against his chest -- the taste of her mouth and the fragrance of her hair -- all sent a direct jolt of something fierce into Richard's veins. His pulse quickened and his breath grew heavy.

Pulling out of the kiss, Rachel ran her tongue across Richard's cheek and gently nibbled at his earlobe, whispering, "Happy to have me home, big boy?"

Richard could only shudder. "Uh-huh," he muttered.

"Did you behave yourself while I was gone?" she said, giving him a covert pat between his legs.

"Mm-hm," he said, his knees buckling. "Rach, let's just get outta here," he whispered, his voice trembling with desire.

"Why?," Rachel said, grinding her hips in a circle against him. "We just got here. And besides... I'm having fun, baby." She pulled back to look into his eyes and give him a sweet, devilish smile. He looked so frustrated she couldn't help but giggle. Running her fingers through his hair, she said, "Bring us some drinks."

Richard rolled his eyes and puffed out an exasperated sigh. "Okay. But can we go soon?" Rachel smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Vodka tonic."

When Richard returned with the drinks, two guys were dancing with Rachel. One in front and one in back. Rachel didn't appear to mind at all -- smiling warmly at each as they did the bump and grind together.

Richard was standing across the dance floor when she caught his eye. He looked like he was about to explode.

Rachel had him just where she wanted him. It was time to go.

Richard sped back to his place, after giving Rachel the choice of destination. "Thank you for a fun night out," Rachel said as they pulled up to the curb in front of Richard's apartment. Richard just turned off the key and gave Rachel a quick smile.

"Now, I hope you're ready for an even better night in," he said, hopping out.

Richard let Rachel out her side and followed her as she slowly walked to his front door. He bit his lip as she walked up the front porch steps. It nearly hurt to watch her hips swing so... perfectly. Before unlocking the door, Richard took Rachel into his arms and kissed her passionately. "God, Rach, I've never wanted you this much before in my life," he exclaimed.

Rachel met his kiss, with equal passion, loosening his tie, unbuttoning his shirt as she sucked and nibbled at each of his lips individually. Richard dropped the keys fumbling for the front door key. Rachel smiled, gracefully squatted down, and picked up the keys. Gently sliding the door key into its lock, she let them in.

Slamming the door behind him, Richard grabbed Rachel and spun her around. He groped at her, hugging her to him... kissing her bare shoulders and nuzzling her beautiful neck. While he lost himself in the silky hair flowing around the nape of her neck, she continued to unbutton his shirt, lightly pinching his nipples. It was obvious that Rachel was in the driver's seat that night -- and it was driving the two of them wild.

Rachel kissed Richard's neck as she slid his sport jacket and shirt down his shoulders. By the time the garments hit the floor, Rachel was down sucking at Richard's left nipple and Richard was moaning uncontrollably, saying, "Oh Rachel... oh God... I love you Rachel!"

She slowly kissed and licked her way down his chest, all the way to his belt buckle, which she undid, dropping Richard's pants to his ankles. Richard slouched back against the wall in his foyer and gazed down at his beautiful girlfriend... dreaming of one of Rachel's explosively hot blowjobs.

Rachel looked up at him and smiled as she ran a finger teasingly inside the elastic of his boxer shorts. Richard looked down and said, "Come on baby... you've got me... I'm dying."

Rachel inched Richard's boxer shorts down his thighs, allowing his raging hard-on to spring forth. Pursing her lips, Rachel flicked a drop of precum from the head, practically causing Richard to spasm right then and there. The front of his boxers were drenched from all the excitement of the evening. He was clearly helplessly captive to her every move.

When she wrapped her index finger around the base of his cock, Richard gasped. Rachel licked her lips and gazed up at him, lightly squeezing his balls with her other hand. Richard rocked his hips, whimpering, begging for her to relieve him.

"Are you sure you behaved yourself while I was gone?" she said, her mouth practically cupping his shaft.

"Yes," he gasped.

Rachel opened her mouth wider, inching closer, looking him straight in the eye.

Richard was all wriggles and moans. "Rachel... Pleeease..."

But just as the dripping head of his cock reached her lips, she abruptly stopped. Reaching down to Richard's ankles, Rachel grabbed his belt and jerked it tight around his shins, causing Richard to lose his balance. He tipped over and fell to the floor with a thud.

"What the fuck!" cried Richard.

Rachel quickly straddled him.

"I've always been able to tell just when you're about to cum", Rachel said as she spread her sexy legs and sat on Richard's chest. "I always know because your balls rise up and you make that little girl sound", she said, sliding her wet panties down his chest, past his stomach, until the tip of Richard's twitching cock was pulsing against her soft silk panty crotch.

Richard's face was beat red. He could hardly get the words out. "N-Rachel! G-God don't do this to me!"

Rachel smiled as she grabbed Richard's wrists and pinned them to the floor. She kept him there on the floor, kissing his chest, rubbing her hair all over his skin, kissing his mouth to silence him as his begging continued. She teased his cock this way, dry humping him to the point of release and then pulling away, just as she felt him begin to shudder.

Poor Richard was near catatonic, beholden to her every movement, ready to explode.

During this cruel, soft torture, Rachel whispered into his ear. "How's it feel to want me like you've never wanted me before?"

Richard looked up at Rachel, speechless -- his bleary eyes insane with desire.

"Because you know what, baby?," she said, pausing to run her tongue lightly over his lips as she pressed her wet panties down onto Richard's helpless, aching cock. She smiled. "You're never, EVER going to have me again!"

Richard froze, mouth wide open and Rachel let out a wicked laugh.

"Know why? 'Cuz I know all about what went on when I was away on Spring Break," Rachel said, ever-so-softly, blowing into Richard's ear. "I know how you tried to fuck Michelle. She told me everything, baby. And now I'm leaving you -- high and dry -- just like she did."

Rachel lifted herself away from Richard, still holding his hands firmly at his sides. Releasing one of his wrists, she pulled her arm back and slapped his face with all her might.

"Asshole," she said. She stood up and tugged down the hem of her dress.

Richard struggled to his feet. His belt was pulled so tightly around his ankles that when he tried to stand, he abruptly fell to the floor, at Rachel's feet. He grabbed her ankle. She merely kicked him in the chin and stepped on his hand, slipping out of his reach. Rachel looked down at him -- his cock still bobbing -- and laughed.

"Have fun jerking off tonight."

As Rachel opened the door to leave, Richard managed to work himself up to his knees. Tears streaming down his face, his purple cock bobbing in the air he looked up to her, pleadingly. Choking back a lump in his throat, Richard said, voice cracking, "Rachel! Pleeeeeeeeeeease! She meant NOTHING to me!"