Taking Kirsten: A Hotwife Fantasy (Hotwife Fantasies Book 2) Read online

  Taking Kirsten

  A Hotwife Fantasy

  Lexi Archer

  Copyright 2014 Lexi Archer

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  Individuals pictured on the cover are models and used for illustrative purposes only.

  First digital edition electronically published by Lexi Archer, October 2014

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  Table of Contents

  A Note From Lexi

  1: Setting the Trap

  2: Frat Broes With Frat Woes

  3: Sorority Night

  4: Seducing the Sorority Pledge

  5: Taking Kirsten

  6: Bull by the Horns

  7: Aftermath

  More From Lexi

  A note from Lexi

  Hello my darlings, and welcome to my latest tale of women who stray and the men who love them for it!

  When is a hotwife not a hotwife? I suppose it’s fair to say that in this story we’re dealing with a hotgirlfriend, but it’s all the same. A beautiful girl. A boyfriend who loves her. A forbidden fantasy. A man who isn’t her boyfriend but desperately wants her too.

  This is the story of a big fraternity man on campus who uses and abuses his position in charge of the pledges at his fraternity to get the one thing he desires most: a pledge’s smoking hot and oh-so-forbidden innocent girlfriend. All three of them are going to learn a thing or to about themselves in this scintillating adventure into the forbidden world of girlfriend watching.

  As always, names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent…

  1: Setting the Trap

  “Are you sure you want to do this?”

  “Are you sure you really want to do this? Talking was one thing, but this isn’t something we can take back.”

  “I’m sure. It’s fucked up but it’s all I can think about. What’s wrong with me?”

  “We’re all a little fucked up. Besides, I think I could get used to this brand of fucked up.”

  “Are you sure about the rest of the plan?”

  “Well he’s hot, but he’s also such an asshole…”

  “Then I don’t have to worry about you falling in love, right?”

  “Shut up! Besides. What makes you think he’ll even go for me?”

  “C’mon. You see the way he looks at you.”

  “Well yeah, but he looks at lots of girls like that.”

  “Not you. You’re the hottest girl at the house when you show up. No guy can resist you. He won’t be able to resist making a move. Especially not after you start dropping hints.”

  “You’re biased.”

  “I’m not. Besides, you know how much he hates me. You know what an egotistical prick he is. I don’t know how, but he’s going to make a play for you to try and punish me. That’s just the sort of thing his brand of fucked up would think of.”

  “Well then we’ll just have to be sure and have our own fun, won’t we?”

  “I love you.”

  “I know.”

  2: Frat Bros With Frat Woes

  I didn't want to leave the shower. The moment I stepped outside I risked running into the fraternity president, and that meant more awkward questions about why the pledge class I was supervising was still the pledge class I was supervising instead of the new group of brothers being welcomed into the fraternity. I sighed. It would be my luck to get the biggest group of screw ups that our fraternity chapter had ever known.

  Even if I didn't run into the president, I would still have to run the risk of seeing other guys from the frat. Guys who used to respect me. Guys who were my friends, but that I knew would be snickering when they saw me. What a way to go out in my senior year.

  Even worse was the risk of running into one of the pledges. It seemed no matter where I found them, or what they were doing, they were screwing up. Like the time I did a spot check when they were supposed to be doing dishes and discovered they'd run out of dish soap. Rather than raid the supply closet, or ask me for help, they decided grabbing a hand soap dispenser off the wall in the downstairs bathroom and using that to wash dishes would be a better idea. So not only did I have to deal with having them rewash all the dishes, but we also had to force them to pay for replacing the soap dispenser and repairing the wall where they ripped it out.

  Yeah, it'd been that sort of pledge class.

  Of course even if I managed to avoid the gauntlet of the president, brothers, and the idiot pledges I hated, I still had to deal with him when I got back to my room. Steve. A charismatic freshman without a lick of sense who'd somehow managed to get elected pledge class president.

  And now I was stuck at living with him.

  I could still hear the president's words that fateful day that he called me into his office for a little discussion about the pledges. "Blake, we need to add a little incentive. So the council is implementing a new plan. Each pledge is going to room with a brother in the house until they aren't pledges anymore. I figure that will provide a little extra incentive on both sides."

  And guess who got selected to live with me in my room since I was in charge of this whole debacle? That's right. King fuck up himself.

  I had to admit the fraternity president's plan had some merit. On paper it made a lot of sense. The only problem is that a nice logical plan on paper had nothing on the sheer chaos this pledge class created. They could screw up anything without breaking a sweat, and instead of helping the new rooming arrangement just had more brothers pissed off at me. Like it was all my fault instead of the president and the council.

  Of course there was one advantage to sharing a room with Steve.

  Kirsten.

  The achingly beautiful, impossibly hot freshman girlfriend he'd dated since high school or something. The usual small town love story where some schlub manages to bag a hottie way out of his league because they met when they were kids and it's not like there were any better options. He was always gushing about how wonderful she was, and it wasn't hard to see why. Captain of the cheerleading squad, prom queen, an ass that begged to be grabbed, tits that begged to be sucked, a perfect figure from hours in the gym, Kirsten was definitely your stereotypical girl next door hottie.

  With interest.

  And having Steve in my room meant Kirsten was always stopping by. Sure it was a distraction when I should be studying, I wasn't going to get into law school with a smile and a handshake, but with Kirsten I always welcomed the distraction.

  If only I could get her to distract me without Steve around. Just thinking about that was enough to get my cock's attention. I ran my hand down and gripped my cock thinking I might have a quick session imagining just what I'd like to do to Kirsten. She was a frequent subject of my fantasies lately, but my thoughts were interrupted by pledges yelling in the hall outside the showers.

  Thoughts of Kirsten slipped from my mind. Damnit! What were they up to now?

  With a sigh I shut off the warm water and grabbed my towel.

  I was careful to check and make sure that the coast was clear before I stepped into the hall. Between the shower and the door I realized that whatever they were doing I didn't want to deal with it right now. I needed to get back to my room and get some sleep while Steve was off at class.

  I managed to make it all the way back to my room without running into anyone or getting caught up in a conversation I wasn't in the mood for. I didn't even catch the pledges doing something stupid which was a miracle. And thanks to Steve's class schedule there wouldn't even be any stupid waiting for me on the other side of the door. I paused for a moment, took a deep relaxing breath, a
nd stepped inside.

  And dropped my towel in astonishment. My brain short circuited and things came to me in flashes. Perfectly tanned skin on a beautifully curving back that led down to a pair of black lace thong underwear and the most perfect ass I'd ever seen. A black bra with one strap being pulled down.

  "Well hey there stud."

  Reluctantly I cleared my throat. I didn't want that view to ever end.

  Kirsten wheeled around, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open as she looked at me standing there. I noticed those eyes shooting down and fixating on my crotch, and I realized that I was standing there wearing absolutely nothing with my towel pooled around my feet. But I fought the urge to reach down and pick it up. She was in my room, after all, why should I have to worry about what I wore in my own room?

  Besides, at that moment I was more interested in devouring that magnificent view from the front. A black lace bra that barely covered her tits. Her lace thong was transparent enough to show off the parts of her pussy it barely covered. This wasn't the first time I'd caught Kirsten dressed down. Sometimes it felt like she was almost making a game of it, but I obviously didn't mind. Catching glimpses of her in various stages of undress was one of the things keeping me sane while I had to deal with Steve living in my room, but this was different. I felt my cock stirring, and then sticking straight out, straining for that hot body that I knew I couldn't have.

  "Oh my God Blake" Kirsten yelled. "What are you doing in here?"

  It's funny the things that you notice in a situation like this. For example, even though most of my attention was dedicated to that incredible body, I couldn't help but notice that her eyes were rooted to my cock the entire time. And she wasn't making any move to cover up no matter how loud she yelled. In fact her breathing seemed to be picking up as she stared.

  Interesting.

  Then what she said actually managed to break through the lust fueled haze. What the hell?

  "What am I doing here? This is my room," I said. "The real question is what are you doing here dressed like that?"

  "I… I was going to surprise Steve," she said in a quiet voice. Still staring. Not that I could blame her. I was enjoying the show myself.

  "Well you certainly surprised me," I said. "But Steve's at class."

  Perhaps I spoke too soon because the doorknob rattled behind me. I stepped aside just in time to avoid getting smacked in the ass as Steve stepped in to get his surprise. The surprise of his life. Though I'm sure it wasn't the surprise Kirsten had in mind when she came up here in that getup.

  I saw his eyes widen as he drank in his girlfriend's body in that skimpy lingerie. "Kirsten!"

  He took a step forward with a goofy grin on his face. He still didn't see me standing on the other side of the door, but he did notice the weird look on Kirsten's face. Her eyes darted to me and he turned. It was his turn to stare with wide eyes as he saw me standing, fists on my hips, dick swinging in the breeze, scowling at him.

  "Blake! What the hell are you doing with my girlfriend?"

  "We weren't…" Kirsten started.

  "What I decide to do in my room is none of your business pledge!" I yelled.

  Kirsten and Steve jumped at that. Good, let him sweat this one out.

  "And what the hell makes you think that you can do this sort of thing in my room?"

  "I, but, you see..."

  Steve's mouth worked in between words as his mind raced trying to find an answer that would get him out of the trouble he suddenly found himself in.

  "I don't want to hear it!" I shouted.

  I enjoyed the view, don’t get me wrong, but I was also pissed off that they were about to sneak around and try to get it on in my room. Steve only had a small cot in here. I had no doubt as to where they would've had their little fun if he'd been the first to walk in. And if anyone was going to be screwing in my room on my bed, it was going to be me and not this pledge president fuck up.

  Not to mention Kirsten was pledging a sorority and there’d be hell to pay if anyone found out a sorority pledge was in one of the fraternity houses getting it on. Even if it was with her dumbass boyfriend she’d been dating since they were little kids or something. I tuned out whenever Steve’s stupid ass started going on about their storybook romance. The last thing I needed was an inter sorority/fraternity incident because dumbass wanted to get his dick wet with his childhood sweetheart.

  I pointed to Steve and then to his cot. “Sit.”

  Steve might be a fuckup, but his time as a pledge had at least taught him that when a brother told him to jump he did it without questioning. He sat on his messy cot next to his laptop that was hanging open for some reason. Whatever. The guy was a living tornado and he always made his part of my room look like a disaster area.

  Kirsten took a step forward. Her tits rose and fell hypnotically and a flush was rising on her chest. Was she turned on by this? Hell, I was turned on looking at her like that.

  "Blake, isn't there anything I could..."

  I held up a finger and silenced her. There were a great many things I'd like her to do to get her boyfriend out of his predicament, but no matter how much I wanted her I didn't want it that way. My dick screamed in protest as I opened my stupid mouth and did the right thing.

  "You're pledging a sorority," I said.

  Kirsten looked down. "Yes."

  "Then why don't you do us both a favor and stop before you say something stupid that I'll have to report to your sisters and get you kicked out," I said.

  She looked down at the floor and glanced up at me. Something odd flashed in her eyes for a moment. Was that relief? Lust? Regret? A little bit of all of the above?

  I knew I was feeling more than my fair share of lust and regret, but it had to be done.

  "Now get dressed and get out of here," I said. "I need to have a little talk with your boyfriend."

  I hated that I was making her get dressed. I drank in the sight of her as she started gathering her things. I wanted to remember this forever. Hell, I wished I had my phone on me so that I could snap a few sneaky shots. Well, not so sneaky since Steve was staring right at me with pure hate in his eyes, but what was he going to do about it?

  “Oh, and Kirsten?”

  She turned and her tits bounced again. God I wondered what it would feel like to be looking down at her with those tits bouncing while I plowed her. I glanced over at Steve and wondered what it would be like to force the little prick to watch while I was plowing his innocent little girlfriend. That thought made me even harder than just the idea of getting in the girl next door’s tight panties.

  “What Blake?” she asked.

  Welp. If her tone was anything to go by I wasn’t going to be getting in her pants any time soon. Oh well.

  “I don’t want you in this room anymore. I don’t want you in this house unless it’s on official business,” I said.

  It hurt me to say that, especially since it meant no more catching her half undressed like this, but her sorority did plenty of events with us. It was all part of the plan. Separate her from her boyfriend, get her worked up, and then I’d move in for the kill at some mixer or party we had when she was good and horny. If everything went to plan then maybe I’d get to use my bed with this beauty after all.

  And if the plan didn’t work out then at least I’d annoyed Steve. That was almost worth it.

  3: Sorority Night

  "To college! The best of five or six years of your life!"

  I groaned and rolled my eyes as I leaned over the railing. Don below the pledges were supposed to be getting the kegs ready, but instead they'd decided it would be a better idea to sneak a quick, and very forbidden, drink before they came up to serve everybody.

  I hated that line almost as much as I hated the pledges down there sneaking drinks and repeating it.

  Oh sure, it sounded funny enough the first time you heard it. I'm not going to argue that. But even the funniest joke starts to wear thin after you hear it over, and over, and over. I'
d been at the house for four years now, and every new pledge class seemed to think that line was the funniest damned thing they'd ever heard. Me, after hearing it every year from a group of fresh faced pledges that never changed despite changing yearly?

  Not so much.

  Someone leaned against the railing beside me. I turned to see Super K staring at the pledges with his own look of disapproval. I couldn't help but smile at that uncharacteristic scowl. Super K, the resident super senior that seemed to be an unofficial requirement in every fraternity, was easily the most easy-going guy in the entire fraternity. If he was pissed off at the pledges then they had to be really screwing things up.

  "Are the pledges down there stealing our drinks?" Super K asked.

  "Sure looks like it," I replied.

  Super K let out a long-suffering sigh that encompassed all of his six years at the fraternity. Six years of dealing with pledges that seemed to screw up more and more with each passing year. Though I was willing to admit that part of the problem was probably us. The pledges pulled the same stupid crap every year. Heck, I probably did most of the same frustrating stuff when I was starting out. The problem was we'd both been around long enough that we were sick of it.

  Super K shook his head. "Spring semester and they're still pledges. That's amazing."

  "Yup," I replied.

  "Something needs to be done about that," Super K said.

  I didn't miss the implied "you need to do something about that" in Super-K's wisdom dropping. Only I didn't know what the hell could be done to get through to them at this point. Especially Steve.

  "Yup," I replied. What else could I say?

  I turned away from the pledges below and leaned back against the railing as they started tapping the kegs and actually getting around to the work they were supposed to be doing. Super K leaned back against the railing in a practiced and casual way he'd probably perfected when I was still a sophomore in high school.