She stood alone, abandoned by her roommate, sipping from the can of pissy Natty Light. Neon lasers cut through the smoke wafting above as if controlled by the beat of the Jay-Z song thumping from the clusters of speakers hanging in the corners of the long, narrow room that smelled of stale beer, sweat and dirty socks.
The bodies grinding in front of her reminded her that tonight was the night. Now that boys paid attention to her, it would be easy to find one to sleep with her. There was no reason for her to wait for the one. She was worth nothing to everyone and no one was of any value to her. Might as well see what I can get out of these tits, she figured.
In her borrowed red tube top and black hot pants she stood on the sidelines watching the beautiful co-eds on the dance floor. As she bobbed her head she scanned the room. Standing next to the bar across from her was her target. He was jockish. Tall, thick in the right places. Sexy, smooth dark skin. He looked at her eagerly. A little too eagerly, but that’s what she was there for. Someone to finally pop her cherry, if it was in fact still intact. And who better than someone with big hands and leering eyes? She could seduce him. She was certain. After five weeks on campus she’d gotten the confidence boost she’d needed.
She sauntered over to him. “Is there anywhere quiet we can go?” she smiled and squeezed his bicep.
“Uh, yeah,” he grunted. “This way.” He grabbed her shoulder and directed her in front of him. She could already feel a bulge in his pants against her back as he pushed her across the dance floor. When they reached the end of the room, he flashed a card in front of a keypad. Two small dots of green flickered, he yanked the door handle toward the floor, whipped the door open and quickly ushered her inside.
Through that magic door the frat house was immaculate and smelled like fresh pine-sol. Dark polished wood dominated the space. A large looming staircase was the centerpiece. Couples were scattered along the corridor, snuggled up, laughing, kissing, staring longingly into each others' eyes. It was as if she’d crossed the threshold. He stopped and pushed her against the wall.
“No, not here,” she said. “Somewhere private.”
"Really?” he questioned.
“Yes,” she demanded.
He took her by the wrist and led her down a long secluded hallway, past an empty alcove marked ‘study room’. Finally he pulled her into the billiards room.
“What do you want to do?” he asked.
“You,” she pushed her body against his and felt the bulge in his pants once more.
He took a step back and raised his hands in front of his chest like he was standing in front of a slew of armed cops. “Are you sure?” he asked, unconvinced of her motives.
“Yes,” she said looking around for cameras. “I’m totally okay with you having sex with me,” she spoke loudly toward the ceiling, just in case Big Brother was watching. She didn’t want the guy to get in trouble.
“Girl, get yo crazy ass over here,” he laughed, pulling her onto him.
His kiss was wet and his lips commanding. He snuck his hand into her pants and quickly fingered his way inside her. She pushed him away as his thick fingers carelessly slid in and out. It was nothing she hadn’t felt before and nothing special. “Do you have a condom?” she asked, not interested in being finger fucked. She could do that herself. No, she was here for one thing. “Yes,” he said, pulling one from his pocket.
“Where do you want to do this?” she asked, sounding bored.
“Right here,” he breathed.
“Fine. But under the table,” she said.
He looked at her quizzically and said, "There's a sofa over there."
"No under the table," she spoke forcefully.
He grabbed her wrist and led her over to the pool table. They crouched down and crawled their bodies underneath. "It's a little tight under here," he said, struggling to get out of his pants while on his back.
"I'll be on top, I'm much shorter than you," she spoke softly but firmly. As he slid his boxers down to his ankles, she let out a little gasp. It was much bigger than she anticipated. How is this even going to fit, she wondered.
Noticing her stare, he said, "It's not too much for you, is it?"
"N-no," she stuttered as she pushed her pants down to her ankles.
"C'mon, baby, take them all the way off so you can straddle me good."
"Don't call me baby," she said as she pulled her feet out of the fabric bunched around her ankles.
"You have a very pretty pussy," he said staring between her legs.
"You have a very pretty dick," she replied, gripping it tightly with her hand. "You're going to feel so good inside," she said sultrily.
"C'mon," he grabbed her free hand and pulled her body over his. It wasn't just his dick that was hard, his entire body was rock solid.
Still holding him in her hand, she could feel herself getting wet and she knew her body would have no problem swallowing his dick. She let go of him and slid her body up his leg, surely leaving a snail trail, she thought, for she could tell her pussy was dripping, waiting for the hunk of meat to penetrate her.
"Cum on my leg," he commanded.
"What?"
"Grind on my leg till you cum."
She was certain she'd be able to. She knew her clit well enough to know how much pressure she needed and his demands were heating her up.
As she was grinding, he reached up and pulled her tube top down, exposing her perky plump tits. She was proud of her tits as they were just recently fully developed. She called it the summer miracle, happening just before she left for college.
"Your tits are amazing," he said, cupping them gently with his hands.
"Squeeze them," she moaned, still rubbing her wet pussy on his muscular leg. His hands felt amazing on her; she'd never been touched like this before. "Oh my god, I'm gonna cum," she whispered.
"Get on my dick so I can cum with you."
She obliged and his dick slid smoothly inside her dripping hole.
"Oh my god how can this feel this good," she panted as she moved her pelvis up and down, taking more of him in with each downward thrust.
He raised his shoulders off the floor and nuzzled his face between her breasts, his fingertips digging into the flesh of her back. "Gaaahh!" he grunted. "I'm going to cum soon," he said, his voice muffled by her tits.
"Me too," she struggled to say through her labored breathing.
Suddenly she felt him pumping his cum into her body and that was all it took. She screamed out in elation as her body gripped him like she never wanted to let go. Once the contractions had subsided, she slumped over onto his chest, panting in his ear. He kissed the side of her head.
"Oh my god!" she cried. "What time is it?"
He checked his watch, "One-forty-four."
"Shit I have to get back to my dorm. They lock the doors at two," she was frantic as she crawled out from under the pool table, and furiously jammed her legs into her pants.
"Come by anytime," he said, watching her from under the table.
"Oh, yeah, um, maybe I'll se you around campus," she spoke quickly as she grabbed her clutch and ran out of the room. As she ran down the corridor and through the front door, she realized she hadn't even gotten his name, but she decided it wouldn't be a bad thing to see him again. What he was capable of making her body do was completely unanticipated. She wouldn't be a stalker though, showing up at the frat to find a guy whose name she didn't even know. No, she thought, I'll leave it up to fate.
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