One should always try seduction first!

It's basic male student accommodation. An unmade bed, a desk on which only the laptop looks tidy, a wardrobe with a door that doesn't close properly, a load of posters (mostly featuring provocatively dressed women - if they're dressed at all) blu tacked to the walls and a pile of dirty laundry festering in the corner. Our girl pretends not to notice any of this as she walks in, just as she pretends not notice him locking the door behind her. After that, he seems to run out of ideas and so he just stands there, dithering. In such circumstances, dithering boys are dangerous. They can resort to **** simply because it's less embarrassing than talking. Somebody needs to take control here before he loses control completely and our girl decides that it must be her that does so for both her own safety and to speed things up. She seizes the initiative by walking up the him and gently seizing his crotch and seductively whispering in his ear, "well are we going to fuck or what?"

What? No! This shouldn't be happening. He's the one who should in charge. He's the man. It's his room. He got her here. He bought all the drinks so he should get to say the stuff about fucking. He needs to assert his authority here and quickly too, so he replies, "Yeah bitch." He says this with a convincing leer which disappears immediately after he's said it, leaving our boy dithering again.

Again, our girl takes the lead. She slips off her denim jacket and after looking for the cleanest place to put it, drops it on the floor. Next, she grabs hold of our boy's right hand and presses the palm of it into her left breast as she breathily says, "It's okay. You have my full permission to squeeze." Our boy dutifully does as he's told but the fact that he's only following orders is taking all the erotic joy out of the situation. He feels he should be taking, not giving and anyway, the breast feels firmer than he imagined it would, like it's resisting him. Defying him even. The girl's smiling at him now. What's so funny? Is she finding him funny? Is she making fun of him? Playing games with him? He'll show her . . .

He shows her by roughly grabbing her, wrestling her to the floor and lying on top of her. Her response is to quietly and calmly say, "Nice start, but wouldn't it be better if we were naked and lying on the bed?"

This is intolerable! Here he is, trying to **** her, to take her by **** and she's ruining it all by helping him. She actually wants to be fucked and she's getting him to do it. She's taking all his vile and evil intent and turning it into something pleasant. She's a cunning little bitch, that's what she is. He bets she had this planned all along: latching on to some shmuck who'd buy her drinks to get her in the mood and then getting him to satisfy her own deviously filthy desires. Well, he'll let her know big time that that's not how its going to be. He'll have her alright, but on his terms. He feels for her legs but her long dress is in the way; too long to push or pull out of the way. Right: Plan B. He drags her to her feet and tells her to take her dress off.

"That's more like it" she says and goes into a strip tease routine as she takes it off, even singing a suitably bluesy strip tease tune as she does so with much seductive hip wriggling. Our boy watches the show, open mouthed. Here's this cute little girl actually taking her dress off - in his room. Wow, this is living alright! She's being deliberately sexy and it's working. He's aroused. The pressure off pressing underwear reminds him that he's still fully dressed.

This needs amending. On impulse, he drops his trousers. Then he has to pull them up again as he needs to take his shoes off before he can be rid of them completely. This he does and also jettisons his tie and jacket. By the time all this is accomplished, our girl is standing there wearing only her bra and pantihose. Our joy is only wearing a fully buttoned up shirt, underparts now featuring a prominent bulge and unmatched socks. (Coincidently, he owns another pair just like them).

Now what?

Our girl looks toward the bed with an obvious gleam in her eye. 'So, that's her little game is it', thinks our boy; 'seduce me into bed so she can have me on her terms. Well, we'll see about that!'

While he's busy thinking about seeing about it, his hand absentmindedly strays to his bulge and starts to give himself a series of reassuring squeezes.

"Want any help with that" queries our girl?

There is by now a fixed mantra repeating over and over again in our boy's lust fuelled brain: 'she's not having me, I'm having her . . . ' In pursuance of this, he grabs her and wrestles her to the floor once more - although it has to be said that she doesn’t put up much of a fight. As soon as she's down, our boy attacks her pantihose; not so much to pull it down as to tear it to shreds. It doesn't work of course. Nylon's tough stuff. All he succeeds in doing is make the odd hole in the material through which little bits of ourgirl's smooth creamy white thighs seductively protrude. He can't help it; his finger feel compelled to probe these protruderances and are rewarded by their soft, warm, smooth and above all sexy feel. Our boy's cock and brain come to an instantaneous decision: he needs to be inside her NOW!

He grabs the waistband of the pantihose and quite fails to noticed our girl arching her back so that they can be pulled down more easily. Pulling the garment free of just the one leg allows her legs to be spread at will. He thinks it's his will; she knows it's hers. With urgent but clumsy haste, he lies on her with his legs between hers. He tries thrusting into her freestyle but his aim's well off and his penis keeps ending up either being uncomfortably **** down between the cheeks of her arse or being entangled amongst her pubic hairs. In the end, our boy uses his hand to guide the tip of his cock to the moist lips of our girl's shag-ready vagina. He lunges, she gasps, he's engulfed in tight yet soft and smooth and wet female flesh, she's blessed by her clitoris and vaginal g-spots all exploding with electric ecstasy as a male phalus fills and stretches her, he feels that exciting, tingling pressure rapidly building at a rate beyond his control and demanding immediate release into her. He can't stop it. He could pull out but even as he thinks of this, he ejaculates.

She shudders and gushes all over his sheepskin rug. Orgasm achieved and in double quick time too. He wasn't too bad actually. Good looking cock, comfortable size, he kept up a good steady rhythm until he climaxed. Then he rammed deep into her and stayed put as his pent up sperm burst out of him and into her. Lying panting under him, our girl tries to remember if she's been taking her contraceptive pills regularly recently. Lying gasping over her, our boy wonders in sudden panic if she's "on the pill" at all!

Was anyone really attacked? Was anyone really seduced? Or was this a battle of the sexes which both sides won? You decide!