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The A.T.O.M (Part 1)

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Two students, studying in NYU, meet a handsome FBI profiler in class, 1 gets hot and heavy, the other gets up close and personal with a serial killer

Carly is actually OK, she got a lift by the uber who (without her knowledge drugged her) he then took her back to her room and slipped into Amanda’s

Leaving a note on her pillow stating “Hi Morgan, don’t need these anymore, I have a new pair” Amanda realises hers have gone from laundry

Amanda is in bed sleeping in her dorm room at NYU. Her door opens, and it’s Carly, her best friend.

Both Carly and Amanda were 21 and international students from England. They received their scholarships to NYU at the same time and managed to get neighbouring rooms in the dorm.

“Come on bitch, get your butt in the shower, get dressed we have classes to get to.” Carly says excited for her first weekend.

Carly hurrily pulls off the covers to reveal Amanda naked. As the window is open, the cold air runs over her and immediately makes her nipples stand on end.

“Oi you bitch, chuck me my dressing gown it’s freezing.” She screams.

“Plus, you’re giving everyone a free show at the moment,” Carly laughs. The horror rushing over Amanda’s face as she realises a mini crowd outside her room window can now see every inch of her.

She lets of a mini scream and closes the blinds, putting on her dressing gown and running to the bathroom. Closing the door, she hurriedly showers, cleans her teeth, and then gets dressed, ready to start the day.

Both girls walk out of the room, head to the entrance, and through the courtyard.

Today was their first criminology lecture.

“I wonder what our first lesson will be on?” Carly says.

“My guess is it will be a boring first day explaining what we’re doing for the semester,” she adds.

“I bet you right now it’s on Serial Killers.” Amanda insists. ” The professors always want to get you engaged in the lesson right away, not bore the shit out of you.” She adds.

Heading to the coffee shop on campus, Amanda ordered them both a caramel latte, and they headed off to the class.

Sitting down at their seats, everyone is chatting and murmuring about the guest lecturer who was coming in.

“Who is it?” Amanda says to one of the other students. They shrug their shoulders. The mystery hits the classroom as they all take their seats one by one.

On the stroke of 09:00, the door opens. In walks a man, very unassuming but has an awe of mystery about him. 6ft, dark hair, dressed smartly, and very good-looking.

“My name is Morgan Spencer, and what I’m about to share with you will open your eyes to everyone around you.” He says, as every single person’s eyes lock into him.

“Currently, there are a known active 3613 serial killers in the U.S alone, and these are the ones we know about,” he says as everyone keeps his gaze.

On the screen, you are seeing some photos of known serial killers living normal lives. He continues to shock and excite everyone in the auditorium until, what felt like seconds later, the end of the class bell sounded.

The girls hurry to the front of the class to speak to their guest professor.

“Mr Spencer,” says Carly.

“Call me Morgan, please,”  he replies.

“Are you lecturing the rest of the semester, I’m sure I speak for the whole class when I say I’d love to hear more from you.” She says in anticipation.

“Well, I’m pleased to say it’s at least the semester, yes.” He says to her.

The girls both look at him and smile. This professor appeared to be in his early 40’s with a texas accent that they both swooned over the second he spoke.

Giddy, they head right to the coffee shop to discuss plans for the night as well as gossip about the new teacher.

“Oh my god Is it normal to feel my heartbeat in my pussy,” Carly says laughing to Amanda.

Amanda laughs back and says, “I’d become a serial killer if it meant he got to arrest me.”

The barista brings out the coffee to the ladies as they giggle and take a sip.

“The other classes today are gonna pale by comparison but we have to still go to them” Amanda says.

“Well let’s face it, Art history and English Lit. Are both going to be fucking boring after that, why don’t we just make an excuse that we are homesick, and head to town.” Carly says.

“I’m sure we will get away with it once” Amanda says convincing them both.

They go back to Amanda’s room and discuss what they plan to do for the night.

“I say we head to the campus gym, work out for the rest of the day, come back and have a little nap, then we can justify getting drunk later. ” Carly exclaims.

“Yea sounds good to me,” Amanda says in agreement.

They head down to the gym, where two zumba classes and 1 pilates class later they were well and truly tired, they head back to their own rooms and go for a sleep.

Amanda wakes around 7pm to see an envelope had been pushed under her door with a note saying

“You intrigue me. Give me a call,”

Who could it have been? She thought, wracking her brain. The intrigue getting the better of her, she types the telephone number in her phone with a question mark as the name and saves it.

She thinks about telling Carly but decides against it, continuing to wonder who it is.

Just then, a knock at the door.

“Open sesame you little whore” she says laughing her head off”

Amanda opens the door and says “fuck you” and smiles.

They order an Uber and head to the campus entrance. They get into Manhattan and head straight to a bar.

Within seconds of getting to said bar, up walks a wannabe predator, dressed like a stockbroker, and offers to buy the ladies a bottle of champagne.

“Only if you kindly fuck off after” Carly says in a huff.

He takes the hint and leaves the girls to order their own drinks.

“2 Martini’s,” please, she says, turning to people watch. They sit down in the corner, and after a couple more drinks, Amanda tells Carly she needs to toilet.

She heads to the cubical and sits down, then in a moment that she clasifies as temporary insanity, she texts the mystery number from earlier.

She washes her hands, heads to Carly, and sits down.

“What drink we having next then bitch,” Amanda says.

“I’ll go get us some cocktails I think,” replies Carly.

Just as carly is at the bar, Amanda gets a text message.

“I was beginning to think you weren’t going to message me,” it said.

“So who are you?” Replied Amanda.

“We met for the first time today, and your the only person I saw in that room of eyes looking at me” the message read.

OMFG, Amanda thought. I’ve only been to one class today, only one person made me stare at him for hours. It can’t be him, can it? She thinks to herself before typing . . . “Mr Spencer?”

“I told you, call me Morgan” he confirms.

He heart misses a beat as she thinks of how sexy he looked and how all she wanted was him.

“I’ve got to ask, how did you find my room? And what made me so special?” She texts.

There’s a slight delay as she can see the message showing as writing.

“I’m a profiler. It’s literally my job he says with a winky face emoji. Also, to answer your other question, I got the feeling you were worth the risk.”

Again, she gets the butterflies. But how was she going to tell her best friend, someone that she has known since she was a toddler, that she was a step closer to fucking the one man that has interested them since they got to America.

Carly comes back to the table with 2 pitchers of margaritas. “2 for 1 deal is on, so you know I had to,” she says, laughing, and with that, they pour one each and sip it.

Amanda turns her phone on quiet and can feel it vibrate as she is chatting away to Carly about the day.

So, if I had a secret, would you want me to tell you, she says with a smile.

“Bitch you better not have a secret. We tell each other everything. You even know when I fucked my neighbour to get him to give me his car” Carly says

Amanda thinks and says, “The teacher from today, he slipped his number under my room, I text him and now he’s flirting with me” she says worrying that her friend would be pissed off.

“Oh this is perfect.” Carly says to her making Amanda feel instantly better.

“I wanted one of us to fuck him, if it’s not me then I’m Happy it’s you. Just make sure you tell me how good he is,” she says with an excited smile.

“You’re not angry?” Amanda says, wanting some confirmation.

“Hell no, you fuck him and show him what you can do” Carly says spirited.

They carry on drinking their pitchers when Amanda’s phone goes off.

“So, what does a guy have to do to get an invite to that table?”

Amanda looks up and sees him leaning right at the bar.

“Holy fuck Carly, he’s here. Look he’s at the fucking bar wtf” she says stunned.

Well, he better come over then Carly gestures for the teacher to come over and with that she sits next to Amanda and he takes up the opposite bench to the girls.

“I really hope you don’t think this is weird, I promise you I’m not stalking you, I’ve been  here once or twice a week since I got into New York.” He says testing the water.

“Don’t be silly, it’s fine,” Carly says.

“So you like my friend then do you, sir?” She says in a playful tone.

“She’s not gonna fuck you for an A in the class you know” she says joking with him.

“Amanda turns to her and whispers, I’m gonna fuck him no matter what grade he gives me” and they laugh.

He says, “honestly, it’s probably very cliché but I’ve never been mesmerised by a student before, and Amanda did it. I couldn’t stop thinking bout her”

“Thank you sir,” she says with with a shy expression on her face.

Amanda, fascinated by his job says “so, is there a serial killer out there that keeps you up all night, one that you wanted to catch but couldn’t?”

Immediately, he thinks back a few years ago.

“There was a guy in New York that we kept getting close to. Over the course of 5 years, he kidnapped, raped, tortured, and murdered 17 women that we know of.” He says

“He was prolific, but we could never pinpoint him, and around 2 years ago, he went cold.”

She could see in his face that this was personal to Morgan.

“It’s why I come back to New York all the time.” He says. “I’m gonna catch him some day, but I know until then, more women will suffer,” he says with a sad look.

She puts her hand on top of his as Carly suggests they head back to his hotel room while she will get an Uber to the dorm.

“Are you sure, I really don’t want you going on your own,” Amanda says.

“5 years of Krav maga, remember, I can handle myself, now please go and handle him,” she says and cuddles her friend.

“Look after her, or your FBI team are going to be investigating your disappearance,” Carly says to Morgan as he nods in agreement.

With that, she gets in the Uber as the next one pulls up for Morgan and Amanda to get in.

“Crown Plaza, please,” says Morgan as they sit down on the seat

They sit, cuddling up to each other,  smelling each others intoxicating scents, when Morgan plants a kiss on her neck.

Immediately, she can feel herself instantly wet as if he has unlocked her inner self. It feels like she is on the ceiling of the cab, looking down at herself with, undoubtedly, the most amazing guy she has ever known.

He carries on kissing her neck as he grabs the back of her head and pulls her in, kissing her lips.

Softly and passionately, they kiss, her sapphire coloured lipstick transferring to his as they enjoy every minute of the embrace.

Before getting too hot and heavy, the taxi driver stops outside the hotel. Morgan pays and then heads around to Amanda’s side to open the door.

They walk into the lobby, asks if she wants a drink, and she says, “we can get room service.”

Not needing to be told twice, he heads to the lift, waits for it to open, and follows her into it before the doors close. He hits floor 5, and they head up.

Amanda’s heartbeat quickens as she realises this doesn’t usually happen to her, but she can not think of anything else but him.

They walk out the lift, down the hallway to room 521, and open his key card open the door.

When inside, Amanda knows she is his. He goes to his suitcase, pulls out his handcuffs and spares, and tells her to lay on the bed.

She does exactly as he wishes.

“Good girl,” he says as she smiles for him.

She strips off completely, slowly taking off her dress, revealing only a bra and no underwear.

“Naughty girl,” he says,” but I love it,” he adds.

She takes off her bra and lays down as he handcuffs both wrists to the 4 poster bed and then proceeds to tell her how amazing she looks.

Her long copper hair hangs down, covering both breasts as she lays there completely at his mercy.

She knows she feels safe in his care. He takes off his suit down to his boxers.

He lays on the bed, kissing her neck and heading sown to her nipples,paying attention to both. Swirling her left nipe between in his mouth with his tongue flicking, making sure the she is hard before he goes to the next one doing the same.

Holy fuck he really knows what he is doing, she thinks to herself as she lets herself go to enjoy this amazing specimen of a man use her body like no one ever has before. He heads south, kissing her stomach and heading to the inside of her left thigh.

He can feel the heat radiating from her smoothly shaven pussy, and can see her clit twitching as it knows it’s going to be attacked soon. He kisses her thigh getting closer to her pussy before breezing over to the other thigh, gently and ever so slightly flicking her clit with his tongue once as he does.

Her body jolts as it feels his tongue connect and her clit starts to thob almost yearning and beckoning him to come back. He obliges, as he slides 2 fingers into her feeling her tightness grip him like a vice, he slides them and arches a little so that he can rub her g spot.

“Fuck..” That’s the only word that comes out of her mouth as he starts a two sided onslaught on her pussy as his tongue reconnects with her clit.

It felt like fireworks were going off everywhere for Amanda as she can feel her body twitching and his fingers are sqeezed together, as she bucks and cums all over his face.

He immediately heads up to kiss her, almost proud of his work, as she says three more words.

“Fuck me now” she screams to him.

As he takes off his boxers revealing an impressive 8 inches and a thickness she has only seen in porn, he lines up at her pussy lips as they both look at each other. She knows that her pussy is about to start stretching around him.

He slides into her, feeling how tight she is and enjoying every last second of it, he lifts her legs so that he can get in deep and she can feel him almost hitting her cervix, it hurt but it was that good pain. The kind you never want to end.

They keep on, fucking like that for 45 minutes, he stops and starts, edging her till she cannot take it anymore and he can sense it. He gives in and as he feels his balls tighten, he looks his new beauty in her eyes.

Wanting her to feel every pulse of his cum fill her up like an earthquake causing a tsunami, his cum sets her off and she grips him tight as she soaks the bed.

He unties her hands, let’s her lay her head on his chest as he strokes her hair falling asleep together.

The next morning, he tells her they need to keep things a secret and asks if Carly will say anything.

“No chance, she says, she’s my best friend, I’ll prove it to you,” she says as she rings Carly.

The phone rings four times but no answer.

“She must still be in a drunken coma,” she says.

Just then her phone rings back.

“Hello Amanda, are you with my friend? How is Agent Spencer these days?” She knows it’s not Carly so asks

“Who is this?

I think your friend calls me ATOM, but I hate that name. We will speak soon”  he says hanging up.

“Who is ATOM?” She asks Morgan.

The blood instantly runs from his face as he says

“That’s who im hunting”

Tbc

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2 Comments

  • Reply Cracksniffer ID:16oigapfv9d

    Oh yes, nice set up! Is Carly for it?!

    • Thespicyshelf ID:1e2bx0x03bwc

      Wait and see 🙂