Heather River is the perfect girl. She is gorgeous, popular and every girl wants to be her friend and every boy her boyfriend. The girl is also the star of the basketball team. Ever since she first took part in sports it was obvious that the young woman is the best her college has. Her body is muscular as a result of her exercises and yet retained a good degree of curviness, with 38DD breasts and a very thick, round ass which she proudly displayed, having earned it through hundreds upon hundreds of squats. Dozens of sport trophies were won by the school due to her diligence and talent. She is also the captain of the swim team and has won many awards in that sport for the school as well. One trophy the girl has not won, however, is Alan Edison.

The boy has no idea that he, the dorkiest, yet very adorable, fellow in their college, is the target of the hot, athletic queen bee. Why would Alan, who spends his time studying in the library when the jocks are at parties with people who are not as popular as they are, but are far higher up the social ladder than him? He has no reason indeed, to think of himself as being a potential object of desire for a girl as hot as Heather, except for his cuteness, which he does not realize he has going for him. Indeed, Alan Edison has always been clueless, though his cluelessness is about to cease existing.

Heather desires Alan Edison for many reasons. His clean shaved face, his timid smile, his coquettish movements and his squirming when she and her friends, who by the way TOTALLY (sarcastic eye-roll) know nothing about her feelings, smirk at him, and not to mention his blush which basically make her neither region soaked ... God, she could orgasm right here just picturing him on his knees at her feet, with his pretty face pressed against her pussy, his tongue inside her, probing, licking, taking her to new heights of pleasure. He is the trophy she will claim for herself, when the opportunity comes.

And the opportunity did arrive, in eventuality. There was to be a swim meet hosted at their college. Heather just couldn’t pass up on the chance. Everyone was encouraging her on the week before. Her teammates cheered on their captain as she trained relentlessly. Laps after laps she swum each day. Her younger brothers had dragged Alan to see swim practice per her instructions, as Heather intended to observe him from the pool as he sat on the bleachers. She was impressed by how the boy did not try to stare at her cleavage or drool, but acted politely as he always does, but doesn’t not stop sending him very mischievous smirks every now and then, whenever he chanced to look her way, causing the young boy to blush madly.

Eventually, two days before the competition, Heather walked up to Alan Edison with her two best friends, Ray and Allison, in tow. “Hi, Alan. Good to see you here today. Don’t you want to wish me any good luck for the swim tournament?” Heather asked him.

The shorter boy slowly replied, shyly, “You’re too good to need any luck.” Allison smiled at his sweetness, knowing it’s the main reason her best friend is so madly in love with him and willing to do whatever it takes to have the boy for her own.

His words caused the popular girl to grin as she says “If I win, do you think I should get whatever trophy I want?” Heather’s friends were now snickering, knowing what the blond bombshell wants is the boy she was talking to, right then and right there.

“Sure,” was Alan’s oblivious reply, as he slowly looks down at his feet shyly. Perfect.

“So you will be mine, then?” the boy was immediately spluttering. Allison and Ray giggled.She continued. “You said I should get whatever I want if I win, and I want you, Alan. Therefore, if I win, I will have you.”

Oohs and aahs were suddenly heard as it became clear that their conversation was observed by everybody present in the corridor. Alan, already flustered, huffed and stomped his foot twice, before turning around, wrapping his arms tightly around himself, and remaining there. Oh so cute. The hottest girl in college placed her lips next to his earlobe and whispered, loud enough for everybody to hear, “Your ass is mine now, darling.” She walked away, swaying her hips, looking back over her shoulder at the boy she desires.

“She is definitely going to win, you know?” said Ray, as she followed Heather with Allison right next to her, the three girls laughing about how easily Heather Robinson would win at the swim meet, and the fact that she will finally get the trophy she deserves.

“I know right? He is sooo fucked, and I mean it literally.” Alan, for his part, managed to look suitably indignant at the prospect of being a sports trophy for these three girls who discussed having him as a reward so casually.

“I’m not a sports trophy! I actually have feelings, you know?” Everyone around them were trying hard not to laugh boisterously at the attempt to sound formidable by the boy who couldn’t ever be described as anything other than really cute.

“I know you have feelings, baby. In fact, I will make it so pleasurable when you scream my name tonight.” All of the girls on the swim team were really enjoying this.

Anne, one of the members and a good friend of Heather’s, said “We’ll help drag him to your car after you win tonight, won’t we girls? You deserve to have what you want after all you did for our school, Heather.” The others nodded eagerly, each taking turns to eye the teen with cackles.

When the tournament finally began, Heather got herself ready. As soon as the race started, she dove in and sped through the water in perfect form. The second place arrived at the other end of the pool three whole seconds after her. Everyone was cheering. Alan, meanwhile, left the bleachers silently. He didn’t know what to feel. Was Heather actually going to have him as a trophy? No way. The boy wasn’t that hot. She could have any guy she want, but she couldn’t possible want him, right? He was not good looking. Sure, some girls find blushing boys adorable. Okay, most girls do. And he definitely blushes when a girl looks at him. And they call him cute when they think he couldn’t hear them. Yup, there is a good chance Heather actually finds him cute and wants him. She probably does, realized Alan.

The boy sighed as he began to head to the library to study quietly, knowing there will be few if any other people around to bother him. There was nothing he detested more than being exposed to loud noises from others surrounding him. As usual, he was one of only a few people in the library after school. He could really enjoy the peacefulness of the place fully.

He stayed in the library later than usual that day, in order to do some extra reading. It was an hour after everybody else left the facility when he decided to leave. Closing his textbook, the young lad got up, placed his chair under the table, and stretched. Stretching is always a good thing to do after being seated for a long amount of time. Feeling satisfied, he began to walk towards the doors of the library and switched off the lights. Alan left, humming delightfully to see that everybody else has gone home already. Well, almost everybody. The boy did not realize it yet, but Heather and her hench-women were waiting just for this chance to abduct him when he is walking home alone.

As soon as he rounds a corner, Alan was pressed back into a wall and a group of five girls grabbed his limbs, proceeding to drag him along the corridor. Four of them released him, allowing him to fall into the embrace of one of them. He could not help but go limp into the girl’s strong arms, toned from many years of swimming and basketball. They others helped her tie him up with some ropes and stuff a gag into his mouth as he tried to yell for help but failed.