The Night Owl

1. ERIC

Olivia was a happy girl. Plenty of friends, wonderful family. She attended church and always tried to be a good girl. She did well in school and played sports. However, sports got increasingly difficult as her body grew and matured. Over the years, Olivia was gifted (or cursed) with a voluptuous body and curves. She didn’t see it then, her body was just her body. But the boys began to notice and brought it to her attention. Or without meaning to, her body brought their attention. Olivia was used to being admired for her good behavior, good grades and friendly attitude but this was something new. She liked the new attention. It was easy, she didn’t have to try or do anything, just get ready for the day and show up. Because she was semi-oblivious to her perky rear, tight core and large breast, she would act natural and was sometimes shy, so she was called coy and flirtatious. It didn’t bother her. She wasn’t promiscuous, in fact she was still a virgin, at most she had only kissed briefly with a short-term boyfriend. She was who she was and made no apologies for it.

When Olivia turned 21, she went out with some friends one night and that’s when it happened. Driving through town and back, hanging out with friends in a parking lot, she saw him drive by. Cute as hell and with a smile that made her so hot, she could barely focus on anything else. She smiled shyly and looked down. When she looked up, she could see his SUV turning around and heading back to her and her group of friends. “Hey, what’s up?” he said, grinning from ear to ear. His beautiful eyes locked with hers. “Not much”, she replied, trying to act cool. His friend popped out the window of the passenger side before the conversation could continue any further. “Wanna go hang out at his place?” his friend shouted, smiling and almost seemingly directing it towards Olivia’s friend, Melissa. Melissa smiled back and she and Olivia giggled. “One sec”, Melissa shouted as she pulled Olivia closer and tried to hide her excitement. The girls were nervous, they had never just gone to a “strangers” house before. As they discussed their plan, Olivia grew nervous and tried to back out but Melissa was not letting her out of this one. Melissa was 18 as well but with plenty of boy experience and she wanted his friend badly. Olivia agreed to accompany Melissa and the nervousness was quickly replaced with excitement as she climbed into the backseat of the still unknown boy’s SUV. The girls settled in, their hearts racing with anticipation. Passenger boy turned around to face the girls and introduce himself. “I’m Grant, this is Eric”, he said pointing to the cute curly haired driver. Olivia grabbed Melissa’s hand as if to say she was too nervous to speak. Melissa giggled almost uncontrollably and introduced herself. They both stared at Olivia expecting her to say something but she just sat there smiling, so Melissa spoke up for her. “This is Olivia”, she said while looking in the direction of the driver. Eric finally was able to get some words in and replied with “It’s nice to meet you ladies”, giving Olivia a wink through the rearview mirror. They sat listening to the radio for only a few short moments before turning onto a long driveway. “My parents are gone, they won’t be back for awhile”, Eric said, shutting off the ignition and opening his door. The girls, still giddy in the backseat, sat there almost unsure of what to do next. Eric and Grant, both on either side of the car, opened the door to help the girls out. The touch of Eric’s hand to Olivia as he helped her was like physical electricity. The softness, warmth and incredible feeling was enough to make her weak in the knees. She tried to act natural but her hand was shaking uncontrollably. Eric smiled sweetly and asked her, “You okay?” in a teasing half laugh, his eyes focused on her. Grant and Melissa were making small talk and they all walked into Eric’s parent’s house. Eric was still holding Olivia’s hand as she walked with him to the kitchen, the other two sitting comfortably on the couch getting to know each other. “Wanna beer?” he asked, breaking free from her hand to open the fridge. “I don’t drink”, Olivia answered softly with a smile. “Oh! Okay” Eric exclaimed. “Does your friend?” he asked, nodding his head toward the living room. “Yeah, I think she would”, Olivia said sweetly, extending her arm to grab the bottle from Eric. Olivia took the bottle and walked slowly and awkwardly to Melissa, handing her the beer. Melissa took it, still in deep conversation with Grant and left Olivia to stand there unsure of what to do next. Olivia’s eyes peered around the room, barely moving her head. She saw pictures of Eric playing football, some with his parents and some as a baby. She smiled to herself and was quickly brought to reality when Eric touched her arm and guided her to the other couch to have a seat. They sat there, neither saying a word, just kinda staring in the direction of Melissa and Grant as if they were watching the conversation. Melissa and Grant completely focused on each other and oblivious that Eric and Olivia were even in the room. “Come here, I wanna show you somethin’.” Eric said quietly, tapping Olivia’s hand. They got up and Eric led her down the hallway away from the living room. Olivia was still so nervous and could hear Melissa laughing loudly from the living room. They walked into a dark and chilly room. Olivia shivered, as Eric switched on a lamp nearby. As cold as it was, Eric removed his jacket and hung it on the bedpost. He turned, grabbing Olivia by the arm softly, his hand moving down her arm to meet her cold fingers. While holding one hand loosely, he gently cupped her face in the other hand and smiled as he moved closer, his lips to hers.

Olivia tensed at first, still slightly shivering from the cold but as he kissed her, she loosened up quickly and her body temperature began to rise. He kissed down her cheek, on to her neck as his hands began caressing the side of her breast and down her waist. She was completely taken over by a feeling of arousal and heat. The cold room became steamy. He began unbuttoning her pastel flannel shirt as she placed her arms on his shoulders with her eyes closed. He dropped to his knees kissing her bare midriff. Letting her head fall back, she became obedient to whichever way Eric guided her. She had never felt like this before. Her mind was completely focused on him and what he wanted from her and she was more than okay with it. She knew what was going to happen and welcomed it with open arms, or legs I should say. Eric moved down to her jeans. For a split second, the “good” Olivia flashed her conscience and her hand quickly grabbed his hand from the zipper as if to stop him. He glanced up to see her head still back, her eyes still closed and her hand relaxed, falling back to his shoulder. He smiled, proceeding with the task at hand. The bed was conveniently brushing her ass so Eric gently nudged her back just enough for her to fall and as if being caught on a cloud, she laid back slowly and comfortably. Eric slid her jeans to her ankles and then the floor, massaging and kissing her legs as he returned up her body for their lips to meet again. They kissed passionately and she began panting and breathing heavy, her heart racing again as his hand massaged her breast and nipple. As if being controlled by another force, Olivia took charge and pulled off her bra and panties, letting them fall where they lay. Minutes pass as the foreplay continues and the boundaries are pushed further and further. Eric, having been in this position before, pulls a condom from his pants that are now on the floor. He puts it on as he continues kissing her neck and cheek, makes his way to her ear and whispers “Are you ready?” “Yes”, Olivia answers, almost begging. As Eric enters her body, she inhales deep and is filled with intense feelings of which she had never felt. Their bodies become one and the pleasure is euphoric. Hands, bodies, tongues and breath are all intertwined. The movements, the rhythm and the pace all bring Olivia to her breaking point. She moaned and shouted, “Oh Fuck, Eric!” Eric, wanting to continue the pleasure, kept his rhythm steady and to his surprise he began his release as well. Sweat dripping from his body onto hers and she smiles feeling it run between her exposed breasts. They both begin to slow the breathing, bodies numb. A much more relaxed and a side never seen of Olivia, she drops her arms up over head, sighing and smiling like she has never smiled before. She glances up out the window at the night sky, seeing Eric’s silhouette above her in the moonlight, when something catches her eye. An owl, an old barn owl sitting on a branch staring into the window like a perv. Olivia laughs to herself softly thinking of the show that they had just put on for him. She felt as if she had made the owl proud. As if it was there to watch her and make sure that her first time was acceptable. Her first time, the beginning of a whole new Olivia.

2. RYAN

The next morning, Olivia awoke with a sexual craving that was all new to her. She was more aware of the curves on her body, her tight clothing and her attraction to every man that walked by. The smile, the eyes, the flirtatious laugh. She was coming into her own and honing her skills. Each man she saw, passed on the street or was introduced to, became possible prey. She envisioned what it would be like for each man to be on top or behind her. She was becoming obsessed.

She was waiting to pay for her coffee at the local shop when a tall, slim, handsome man walked up beside her. She was especially attracted to the tall ones. She was only 5'3", Eric might have been about 5'7'' or so but she wondered about the tall one. Smiling to herself and eventually glancing and smiling up at the strange, she made eye contact and said "Hi." He must have been about 5'11", maybe even 6'. He tried to act cool, she could sense it but there was no hiding it from her. She could tell that she made him nervous and she liked feeling that power. The tall blond strange, smiled and politely said "Hey, I'm Ryan." "Olivia" she said, smiling as she finished paying and turned to move out of the way of the line. She took her time gathering her coffee, napkins and adjusting her collared but barely buttoned shirt, revealing a tank top that showed her best assets. Ryan finished paying and made his way over to her. "I don't mean to be forward but can I call you sometime?", he asked, smiling. Olivia grabbed a napkin and wrote her number, handing it to him without hesitation. He laughed, taking the napkin and putting it in his pocket. "Can I get yours?" she asked bashfully, raising her eyebrow with a smirk. As he borrowed her pen to scribble the number on a receipt, she looked him up and down, with wild thoughts running through her head. They went their separate ways but would soon be reunited. It was roughly 8pm when her phone began to buzz. She had been sleeping most of the day despite the caffeine. She rolled over grabbing her phone and saw that it was Ryan. She immediately felt a rush of heat throughout her body and a smile across her face. "Wanna come out with me? Friends having a party", the text read. "Send me the address?" she replied quickly. Without waiting for the response she jumped up, got ready and headed out the door. When she arrived at the house, Ryan was outside waiting for her. With a quick hug, they headed inside. Only one other female insight. She glanced around the room as he introduced her to some of the guys. They all seemed nice but her sights were set on Ryan, until she saw the cutie leaning against the wall. His hair was dark and kind of shaggy. He smiled in a way that Olivia knew he wanted her. She wanted him too and he knew it. Still holding Ryan's hand as they walked by, he winked and smiled. They made their way to the kitchen where plenty of shots were being poured. Olivia still wasn't much of a drinker but decided to join the crowd and take one. The group went out for the evening, watched a live band and then packed into the car for the ride home. Ryan to her right, Olivia in the middle and the shaggy haired cutie from earlier to her left, it was dark in the car and no one could see a thing. Olivia felt a hand slide across her thigh from the left and her body got the chills with excitement. Trying to act natural as she was holding Ryan's hand, the hand from the left went between her legs with his pinky rubbing her jeans aggressively. Olivia took a breath still trying to act normal but she was becoming increasingly hot and horney. Thankfully they reached the house within a minute so things had to come to a halt. As much as she wanted him, she didn't want to cause issues with Ryan, I mean they had just met earlier that day, she felt like she owed it to Ryan to let him have her first. They all climbed out of the car and as they entered the house, Olivia went straight into the bathroom to relieve herself. As she finished and checked herself in the mirror, there was a quiet knock on the door. She opened it, expecting to find Ryan but it was the Mr. Shaggy left hand man, he leapt into the bathroom wrapping his arms around her waist, groping her ass and kissed her with such force she was completely blindsided but went with the flow. The make out sesh lasted another minute or two until she regained her senses and stopped.

As she pulled away and opened her eyes, she saw Ryan standing in the doorway. Before she could say a word, he turned angrily and walked out. Olivia and the shaggy haired cutie, smiled mischievously at each other but Olivia knew she couldn't just let it go. "Ryan!" she shouted, going out the door after him. By the time she reached the living room, Ryan was already outside in his car. "I'm sorry! Please don't leave, you've been drinking. Please, come back inside", she pouted. "I'm not leaving, I just can't be in there with him right now", Ryan muttered staring straight ahead. Olivia reached through the window and grabbed Ryan's hand. While asking if she should join Ryan in the car, she noticed a movement out of the corner of her eye. In the tree near the house was the same owl from her night with Eric. Taking a second look, she noticed that the owl was watching her as if to say, it was time. "Ryan, come back inside with me, we can crash on the couch", Olivia said with a smile and flirtatious tone. "I promise I won't talk to him or even look at him, I am here for you" she explained. Ryan opened the door and walked back inside with Olivia hugging him from around his waist. As they walked in, they could see that the party had dispersed and the house was now quiet. Ryan grabbed a blanket from the back of a chair as they snuggled up together on the couch. Olivia grabbed the back of his head and pressed her lips passionately against his. Jutting her chest up and out to him as an offering, he gladly rubbed her breast and began kissing her neck. One thing led to another and before long they were down to skin under the blanket. In the distance she could hear the owl hooting and she could no longer resist. Olivia straddled his lap and glided down his member. The feeling was incredible as he entered her body. This, this was the feeling that she had longed for. Breathing heavy, sweat running and blood flowing, she was in ecstasy. Her body flooded with the warm sensation that she had been desiring and Ryan was smitten. As the time with Ryan came to a close, she lay there with him on the couch, snuggled in his arms until morning.

3. JASON

The sun was almost blinding and her phone was buzzing non-stop as she lay in Ryan's arms. Suddenly Olivia sat up, still half naked. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed. "I'm late for work!" Olivia quickly buttoned her pants, threw on her jacket and with a quick peck on his cheek, she was headed for the door. "I'll call you later!" Olivia shouted with a smile. But would she? She hadn't spoken to Eric since the night she evolved and Ryan was good but she wanted more. Olivia eventually arrived at work, late but managed to get herself together well enough for the new guy to take notice. Olivia was wiping down a table when he approached. "Hey, I'm Mike", he said with a grin. Olivia stood staring at his muscular and stout physique. Almost lost in her sexual thoughts, "Olivia", she said finally with a smile. "I gotta get back to work, but let me know if you need help with anything", she said sweetly. "Thanks!", Mike replied. Later that afternoon near the end of her shift, she passed Mike again and smiled as they had done all day. Not much conversation but so much had been said between their eyes and bodies over the last several hours. "Hey! Actually, I do need help with something", Mike said with a smile that couldn't be contained. Olivia stopped sweeping and walked towards Mike's direction but as she was walking towards him, he turned and continued down the hall stopping at the restrooms. Mike smiled at Olivia and glanced his eyes towards the bathroom door. "Are you serious?!" Olivia exclaimed in almost a hush. She laughed but she wanted him, right then and there. Mike leaned in and kissed her softly. "I want you", he whispered. Olivia closed her eyes and smiled. "I want you too but we can't, not here", she replied. They kissed again and bashfully smiled when they began to hear someone down the hall. "It's okay, we'll try again another day", Mike said, taking a step back and removing his apron. Olivia watched him admiring his rock hard biceps as he hung the apron on the hook. She imagined what it would be like, how hard his entire body would be, how strong he would feel guiding her into submission. She brought herself back to reality and said "yeah, sure, another day", she smiled.

Later that evening, Eric and Ryan were both equally blowing up Olivia's phone. She considered replying back but she was focused on the excitement of someone new, Mike. As sat there contemplating her next move, she realized she never got his number. She saw it as a challenge and decided to surprise him. She called up one of her best friends who worked at the restaurant as well and asked her to get Mike's number out of the employee phone book. She was giddy with nerves and excitement when her friend agreed and gave her the number. Before calling, Olivia jumped in the shower and prepared herself for what may come that evening. After getting ready, she called Mike. Her stomach was full of butterflies as the line rang. "Hello?", his voice finally answered. "Hey!, It's Olivia from the restaurant!" she said, trying to remain calm. "Hey, what's up", Mike replied but he sounded different. There was no excitement in his voice, almost no tone at all. "Are you okay?" Olivia asked with concern. "Yeah, sounds good", was his reply, still with no tone. Olivia knew something was up. "Okay, well I will let you go then I guess", she said, completely annoyed. As she hung up the phone, she was more than annoyed. She didn't get all ready just to sit at home. Would it be Eric? Would it be Ryan? Nah, let's go see what I can find, she thought to herself with a smile. She looked super cute and sexy in her lower rise, well fitted jeans. A black off the shoulder sweater to complete the look. The sweater was cozy and showed off her tan and beautiful skin around her collar bone. Walking out of the house excited for a new adventure, again she saw the owl. They made eye contact and she knew it was going to be a good night.

Olivia made her way to the local bar and got a drink. She was beginning to enjoy alcohol just as much as the physical pleasure she was finding among the guys. Standing there alone, she sipped her drink and looked around. It didn't take long for the males to begin approaching. "You here by yourself?", a voice asked from behind her. She turned to her left and saw a cute young man smiling at her. “Yeah”, she replied and turned her gaze back to the crowd. He was average looking, nothing particular stuck out to her but she was captivated by his charm and the way he spoke. “What’s your name?” he shouted over the blaring music. “Olivia!”, she shouted back. “I’m Jason!”, he yelled. They both smiled and continued chatting for most of the night. “Wanna get outta here?” Jason said with a smirk. Olivia smiled and nodded. Jason paid her tab and off they went. As they were walking down the sidewalk, Jason reached over and grabbed her hand. She smiled, still buzzing from all the drinks. Not sure or caring where they were walking to, Olivia noticed the Owl jumping from tree to tree following along behind them. They came to a stop in front of an impressive apartment complex. “This is your place?”, she asked with surprise. “Yeah, wanna come up?” he offered. Olivia nodded and they passed through the security gate. “Fancy!”, she teased, elbowing him in the side. They reached his apartment, and then the kitchen, he poured them each a shot. Down it went and then so did she.

Olivia dropped to her knees and began fumbling with his belt. He helped her as her hands clawed at the side of his jeans. She was nervous because this again was something new for her but she knew she wanted it, she wanted to see how blissful she could make him feel. She grabbed him and caressed her lips along the head. As she put him in her mouth she could feel his body relax and begin to move slowly. He guided her, helped her and she was thankful for the lesson. From the kitchen, they stumbled their way to his room and became tangled in skin and blankets. Each time Olivia gave herself to a new man, she felt stronger, more sensual and confident in her abilities. For Olivia it was a sense of completion, productivity and accomplishment, like this is what she was made to do. Jason quickly passed out after an incredible orgasm. Olivia creeped out like a burglar, careful not to make a sound. Now on the sidewalk and heading to catch a cab, she spotted the owl following closely behind her. She was becoming curious and intrigued by the owl. Was he really there? Or was this a figment of her imagination? She wasn’t sure and didn’t care. She loved that he was always there. Olivia found comfort that he would always be with during her nightly endeavors and this made her smile. Watching the owl catch up beside her as they continued walking into the night, Olivia smiled and felt content with her new life. Thinking to herself and then asking out loud with a giggle, “I wonder hoo’s next?”