The Grandbell Legacy 1 Grandbell Award

A handsome young man with tanned skin leaned against a desk, gripping its edge in an attempt to stabilize himself. His eyes looked down below with a fervent fire, relis.h.i.+ng in the sight he saw.

A blond hair and blue-eyed woman of near matchless elegance kneeled before him, her cherry lips wrapped around his thick shaft. As ironic as describing her as elegant might be in such a situation, the softness of her skin, the crisp black of her business suit, the conservative bun her hair was done up in, forced that to be the first description you pinned to her.

And yet, despite her stature and undoubtedly prestigious background, she still kneeled before this young man, not caring for her own appearance, but rather, focusing on whatever she could do to pleasure him to the best of her abilities.

She kissed the side of his c.o.c.k, savouring the feeling of it throbbing against her cheek as she worked her way down.

Suddenly, she stood, slowly stroking him as she pulled up her tight skirt.

The young man felt a trail of kisses line his jaw, causing him to breathe in deeply to try and control his emotions.

A softness invaded his senses as he felt two plump thighs wrap around his shaft. The young woman moaned gently, grinding his thickness against herself. "If you play your cards right," she said softly, "Later, I'll let you finish inside of me."

The young man grunted and convulsed, releasing the desk to grab two handfuls of the young woman's a.s.s.

He chuckled to himself as he slowly ma.s.saged her soft cheeks, his breathing slowing as his c.o.c.k calmed. "Does the Headmaster know you wear such risqué panties?"

The young woman wrapped her arms around the young man's solid torso, breathing in his scent and resting her head on his chest. "I'm sure he'd be happy if he knew it was for you. Well, maybe he would be happy right now. Not so much after today though…"

The young man paused at the young lady's words, sighing. "I don't know what you mean."

Taking another deep breath, the young woman pulled away, s.h.i.+fting her skirt back down as she looked for a tissue to clean up his mess. "I think you already know what I mean." The young woman shook her head. "Help me put on my stockings."

The young man watched as she sat on the desk, extending a snow-white leg toward him with pointed toes. And yet, all he could think about was the view of black lace panties that invaded his sight.

He reached downward, zipping himself up as he walked forward. His hand trailed along her soft leg. "You're flawless." He whispered.

The young woman smiled. "Do you tell all your women that?"

"That depends. How many women do you think I have?"

A light giggle filled the dark office. "Why would it depend on something so ridiculous?"

The young man grinned. "Simple, really. If you think I have only one other, I can say yes. At least that way, you two are technically the most special in the entire world. But, if you think I have an imperial harem, shouldn't I say no?"

A gentle trail of kisses began lining the young woman's soft inner thigh, causing her to lean backwards, enjoying the pampered feeling he was giving to her. "Ci-ci…" She moaned, feeling her panties being slipped off. "You're going to make us late…"

The young man breathed in her delicate scent, gently kissing her light pink folds. He kneeled to the floor, reaching his hand up to lightly grope her b.r.e.a.s.t.s through her suit. "Let me return the favor."

Gentle licking and hoa.r.s.e breathing filled the dark office, sending the young woman into a world of endless pleasure.

**

Later that day, in a ma.s.sive university auditorium, a grand event was taking place.

This was the number one university in the world: Grandbell. And today, the world's most prestigious award in scientific and artistic accomplishment was being given to its youngest recipient ever.

Endless grandiose lights and decorations livened the atmosphere. Media companies flooded in, large cameras and eager reporters jockeying for position. In the end, thousands were in attendance, but, it wasn't an exaggeration to say that millions were watching this take place at home.

Facing the large stage and sitting ahead of the ma.s.sive audience and copious amounts of media coverage, were some of the most powerful men and women on the West Continent.

The media companies were having a field day with this. Usually, only one of these powerhouses would attend this event, alternating between who would carry out the duty every five years since this was a bidecennial award. And yet, they had all come today!

Reporters from WCC, MVI, and SVI – the largest news media companies on West Continent – all tried to rush over the security guards to get in their questions to these moguls. But, they were heavily barred – being forced to watch from a distance.

The worst part was, even the CEOs of these news media companies were in attendance among these moguls, and yet even they said nothing to their reporters. Instead, they held charmed smiles on their faces, watching intently as one of their own got up from his seat and headed toward the stage.

Soon, a sharp old man with striking white hair and cold-steel blue eyes made his way to the podium. He wore a crisp grey suit, and it seemed that his every movement held the air of a king. His very presence immediately silenced the flas.h.i.+ng cameras and murmuring crowd.

Smiling, the man began to speak. "It is my honor as the Headmaster of Grandbell to present this award to a young man very deserving.

I know many of you have questions, so, I'll take this time to tell you all a story." The man paused, seemingly collecting his thoughts before he continued.

"The Grandbell award is named in honor of one of the greatest men to ever live. A man who is without a doubt a forefather to our very own West Continent.

His bravery, innovation and creativity, paved a way for us all to live the lives we do today. As such, he earned every right to be the namesake of an award that represents the epitome of scientific and artistic accomplishment.

But, today is a very special day. As you all know, the Grandbell award has many possible categories. It can be given to a writer who plants a mark on society which few have seen. It can be given a doctor who saves the lives of those we thought would never be saved. It can be given to a man or woman of unprecedented influence, one that seeks out the betterment of human society with their very being.

However, there will always be one category that lords over the rest. A category that encapsulates everything it means to be a Grandbell. A category that has never once earned the right to garner a recipient… Until today."

The silence was broken at these words, a raging tempest of noise filled the auditorium as everyone understood what the Headmaster meant immediately.

Just one hundred years ago, Earth was in turmoil. There were endless wars, diseases, famine and pain. And yet, a group of forefathers appeared to pull this world up from the dredges of h.e.l.l…

Because of them, the world was at peace. People were healthier than ever, even living upwards of three hundred years now! And it was all thanks to one thing…

"Today. It is my honor to present the very first Grandbell in the category of Technology, to Grandbell's very own number one student – Ci-ci Bell."