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At long last, Friday arrived. As 3pm neared I anxiously watched the clock mounted over the automatic dish sanitizer, it’s face fogged by the nearly nonstop clouds of steam that poured from the monster we named ‘Hobart’.

“What burr is up your bonnet?” asked Daniel, our prep cook. “You’ve been clock watching for the last half hour.”

“Well, maybe I’m just tired at looking at your ugly ass” I countered with a wink.

“Go on, git!” he snapped a dish towel in my direction with a laugh, dismissing me for the day. I didn’t need to be told twice. Hanging up my apron and punching out, I felt like I floated through the leaves that littered the sidewalk on my 5 block walk home.

By 3:15 I was roaring west down highway 99 once again. Unlike last week, the weather was not cooperating, it was feeling much more like fall. Rain flecked my windshield as the solid gray sky sprinkled the valley with rain.

It took me circling the campus parking lots twice to find an available parking spot that didn’t require a parking pass. As I killed the engine, I picked up my phone.

“Just arrived! Ready for tacos?” I was surprised when the reply was almost instant: “Be down in 5! :)” I smiled, I was already horny. Alyssa had assured me that this weekend her roommate was spending it with her boyfriend in Corvallis and wouldn’t be disturbing us.

She appeared shortly; she had chosen a flirty but reserved black dress that just passed her knees. She smiled and waved as she approached my truck, all but jumping into the cab she greeted me: “Hey!”

“Hi there, you look nice!” I responded. Up close I noticed she had done her makeup to compliment her hair. Mascara, pink eye shadow, and some contouring gave her a grown, sophisticated look. A silver, glittery necklace hung above the cut of her dress. I wasn’t perhaps as subtle as I could have been, she smiled “Like my outfit?”

“You’re very dressed up. You’re sure you still want tacos?” I teased. She would have fit right in an upscale steakhouse in my opinion.

“Haha, always. This girls’ always ready for some” she gave me a flirty look and I understood the double entendre with a smile as I merged onto Pacific Hwy.

We chatted as we passed through downtown. She pointed out points of interest. A coffee shop that had a particularly good chai, a bar she’d been to with friends, things were starting to feel more comfortable. We had texted a lot the past week and I had gotten to know much more about her. And the more I learned, the more I liked. We pulled into the cramped parking lot of what had clearly once been an Olive Garden that had been resurrected as a familia resturante. I was excited, these were the best kind of places. Where the chips and dip were endless, the portions huge and the pours heavy. The inside was a classic Mexican family restaurant. Painted a violently bright shade of yellow with fake plants, parrots and vistas of Mexican country sides painted on the wall and mariachi music playing slightly too loud.

“Two?” Asked the hostess, who must have been 15. “follow me…”

For a Friday evening it was about half full. Families out for dinner at the end of the week, a table of tired looking construction workers, simultaneous girls and guy’s nights out. We were sat in a booth at the end of the hallway, near the door to the kitchen. The hostess dropped off two menus and wandered off.

Debating what looked good revealed more about Alyssa. Was she going to be one of those girls who just gets a salad? I would have been surprised. Her knowledge of kitchen craft, especially the minutia of handmade tamales led me to believe that this was a girl who enjoyed making and eating food that wasn’t also the preferential diet of rabbits. Was she one of those people who ordered everything with 5 out of 5 stars spicy? You can get to know a person pretty well just by sharing a meal.

“Check it out” she pointed to the menu, “They have molé! I love molé”

“Isn’t that the sauce that’s like spicy Incan chocolate?”

“Aztec” she corrected “And it isn’t always spicy. I bet you’d like it”

“I’ll try anything once” I winked suggestively. It’s true. Especially in the bedroom.

She raised an eyebrow and then laughed knowingly. “Well, I hope you’ll try this, because I am definitely ordering it.” Punctuating her declaration by closing her menu with a snap.

Catching up on the topics of school, part-time work at the different restaurants we both worked at, it was laid back and easy. We’d already gotten to know each other preliminarily, and the conversation flowed. As we reached the bottom of our basket of chips, a waiter came by and refilled our water glasses. We placed our orders; I had a hard time deciding between Carnitas Jalisco and Carne Asada but was satisfied with my choice. Alyssa ordered a margarita, and we handed our menus over as he disappeared into the kitchen.

“So” Alyssa asked in a suggestively lowered voice, “What have you tried? You know…more than once”

I shook my head and smirked. “Wouldn’t you like to know weather girl.”

“Mmmm, I bet it’s dirty. Is it? I bet you’ve done some fucked up stuff” she said with a devilish grin. In the restaurants low light, I caught the faint glint of her hardware and I could feel something inside me stir.

“Okay, well….I’m not much of a kiss and tell—”

“Oh how noble, a real gen-til-man” she interrupted in a sanctimonious voice. We both laughed. “Okay, I’ll guess. Ummm…have you had a threesome?”

“What!?” I was taken aback by the gumption of her question. “Haha, who do you think I am??” Not that I didn’t think it was hot, nor was I opposed; I had never been given the opportunity. “That is something I have yet to try. What about you?”

She smiled, showing me my first good look at her braces for the evening. Fuck. I had been thinking about those nonstop for the past week. I had definitely gotten off probably 3 times that week to the photo she had sent last Friday. I had had filthy thoughts about what could happen tonight.

“Yeah…maybe.” She continued upon seeing my stunned expression: “It was my freshman year. My teammate and her girlfriend” A nervous giggle followed as she ran her bright pink hair behind her ear. “So?”

“Really?” I paused “interesting…. An all-girl threesome. Not what I was expecting”

“What were you expecting?” She asked with a raised eyebrow “Something more…penis-ey?”

“Hahahaha, is that even a word?” She was funny. “I definitely want to hear more about” that I teased. “Three girls, hot-damn!”

“Okay, well, you’re too good at dodging my questions to get any more information right now. What’s the wildest place you’ve done it?” She pressed.

That one I had an answer for, and a good one at that. “Oregon Zoo” I fired back immediately “We did it in the reptile house.”

Her jaw dropped and stunned silence was filled with the chatter of the restaurant. “No fucking way.”

“Way.”

“Oh my God. How?? Didn’t everyone see you? Where’d you do it?”

Before I could answer, the waiter arrived with our drinks and assured us our food was almost ready.

“Okay, well…” I began as she sipped her margarita, her eyes glued to me. “I was kinda seeing this girl who worked at the zoo as a habitat maintenance person. And when you work at the zoo, you’re allowed to let people in for free, so, one of our dates was to the zoo, and she gave me a…. uhh… behind the scenes tour.”

“That’s unbelievable.” She looked shook. “Was it like…. In a habitat? Were you in there with a snake or something?”

“Hahaha, not at all. Honestly, it was in a maintenance room where they store all the habitat stuff they don’t need. Dead branches, ropes, etc.” Her head had tilted in a knowing way when I said ropes. I needed to remember that. “What about you? What’s your crazy story?”

She took breath and dawned a faraway look before coming back to the present. “Arches National Park. My ex and I went hiking out to one of the arches and found a secluded spot off the trail and decided that was a good place for some ….”

“Funny business?” I finished.

“Haha, yeah. Wouldn’t recommend it though.”

I scrunched up my face. “Sand?”

“Yeah, it was bad”

“Well, to less sandy sex” I toasted as I raised my glass and they met with a resounding clink.

We both took a drag and let the moment simmer. I was enjoying this, and I could tell she was comfortable in the conversation as well. That was important. It was only a second date, and if we were being honest, perhaps a genuine first one at that.

“So,” she continued. “Did you like the photos I sent you?” Damn this girl was horny.

Midweek, as I had been sitting in my Communications 339 class, I had received about 4 photos in rapid succession of Alyssa in the shower. The first was taken from an angle that showed just her back, ass and hair. Hiding her face but promoting her sizeable rib tattoo. The second had been of her looking at the camera with a smokey expression, similar to those seen in fashion magazines. The stereotypical “sexy” look, her tits covered in lather, her hands softly cupping them, her lips slightly parted. But it was the 3rd and 4th photos that had really captured my attention, for starters, the point of view had shifted to the perspective of the shower head, where she was forced to look up in a very submissive angle. In the 3rd photo she had pressed her tits together and looked very doe eyed at the camera in a very classic “who, me?” face that lied of innocence. Coupled with her curves and cleavage, it had been a struggle to maintain a straight face in lecture. The fourth photo was unfair and completely disarmed me. I had walked straight home after class to immediately stroke my cock it had gotten me so riled. She was kneeling on the shower floor, the camera obviously positioned right above her, her legs spread with a hand on her pussy spreading her dark skin to expose the pink folds inside. Her face was one of relaxed ecstasy I had seen once before. Her tongue sticking out, licking her upper lip, and exposing her braces. The message had not been clearer: ‘fuck me. Cum on me’.

“Well, I certainly wasn’t paying attention to the lecture anymore” I finally answered. “You know how to get my attention.”

“Mmm good. I couldn’t stop thinking about Friday all week. I need another orgasm like that.”

“Oh yeah? I think we could probably find time” I joked, pantomiming checking my watch.

Just then our waiter approached with an oversized tray with dinner, and we hastily suspended our steamy conversation until we were sure we wouldn’t be overheard. We ate and laughed for the better part of an hour, I tried her Molé enchiladas, and was surprised with how familiar, yet unusual the dish was. We laughed and shared anecdotes about professors, classmates, and every student’s shared dread of the group project.

After 2 drinks I decided to ease up as I did have to drive us home later that night, but Alyssa had another and I could see the blush in her cheeks begin to glow. Thirty minutes later we left the restaurant, my arm wrapped around her shoulders, partially for affection, partially for support. The sky had faded to black, stars were visible between clouds that loomed overhead. She looked up at me and puckered her lips for a kiss. Obliging I returned the gesture and she softly moaned. Standing next to my truck, a quick kiss had turned into an impromptu parking lot make-out session. My arm in the small of her back, hers wrapped around my neck, it was a cute moment.

20 minutes later I cajoled my Toyota into a spot between a beat-up Honda civic and little old Volvo sedan.

“—anyway, I guess I just feel like she’s being dramatic about the whole deal. We all wish we had had more court time last season. I don’t know why she thinks she’s special.” Alyssa concluded, complaining about her teammate who had apparently started quite the stir after lamenting about their time and seniority on the team. She took a deep breath and shifted her gaze to me; “Haha, rant over. Sorry.”

“It certainly sounds important” I added, having very little experience with collegiate volleyball team dynamics to say the least.

“Not really, it’s just drama. We did so well last year, our coach has been optimistic, I’m just soooo tired of her.” She sighed, then smiled. “Thanks for listening”

“Of course. I like listening to you, you have a nice voice.”

“A nice voice??” She asked “I hate my voice!”

“We all do. I dunno, it just makes me happy.” Yeesh, I was getting kind of sappy. I wasn’t bullshitting her though, her voice was nice. Soft and feminine, but not squeaky or high pitched like some girls modulated their voices.

“What else do you like about me?” She asked with a hint of suspicion “My ears? Or elbow?” She was giggling now “Or my spleen?” We were both laughing now. I did an igor impression about harvesting her precious spleen and we dissolved into a laughing fit. “Well thank you. I like your voice too.” She finally said, catching her breath from laughter. “It suits you.”

“Yeah?” I asked softly, intentionally trying to change the mood. The windows were beginning to fog up, and I figured we might as well be doing what everyone would think would happen in a truck with fogged up windows on a college campus. “You know what I like the most about you right now?”

“Tell me.” She matched my lowered, almost bedroom voice

I leaned closer, put my finger on her chin and lifted her lips to mine. She met my lips softly and we held a kiss that sent electricity down my body. It felt so intimate in that moment. She shifted closer to me on the seat, and we continued to kiss. Her tongue gently pressing against my lips and our kissing became more passionate. I could feel her breathing intensify as she slid closer to me. Her hand on my neck, she pressed into me. I could feel her braces through her lips with mine and it turned me on. All the dirty thoughts of the week were passing through my head as my hand moved from her ribs to her right breast, cupping her and gently squeezing. She softly moaned and I knew I had permission to turn up the heat.

I kissed her hard as I wrapped my right arm underneath her, shifting her body, rotating it towards the dash, positioning myself on her left side. With my left hand, I began to pull her dress up and ran my hands up her thigh. Her only response was to moan again and thrust her tongue inside my mouth. I could feel her hips rise as my hand reached the top of her thigh. I felt the softness of her skin, she had shaved her legs recently, something I appreciated, and hopefully her pussy would be too. Last week had been a bit course. Though I hadn’t mentioned it, I did prefer the soft, smooth feel of the skin around a pussy. With a shock I realized that my fingers were wet. I was already pressing against her aroused labia. I hadn’t encountered any underwear, and that got me hard. Our tongues were dancing between each other’s mouths as we moaned together. My fingers curling inside her soft, very wet pussy as my cock grew stiff under my fly.

Now not many people know this, but right inside a woman’s vagina, just above the opening is a patch of nerves that when aroused become enlarged and almost sandpapery in nature. This is the key to excellent fingering. It is a delicate dance of exploring her most sensitive areas, taking care not to overstimulate any one part so it becomes painful. As I curled my index and middle finger inside her, I felt her pussy pulse with arousal. Slowly I rubbed up and down, concentrating on the areas around her entrance, finding her spots and responding to how her body reacted. Before long Alyssa pulled away, gasping for a breath and moaning aloud. Her face in a grimace of pleasure, her pussy growing wetter by the second, we were well on our way to another orgasm and I hadn’t even touched her clit.

“Yo, someone in there is getting’ it!” Came a guy’s voice from outside. We both froze as my stomach filled with dread.

“How do you know?” came a second voice.

“Brah, the windows are all fogged up. That’s how you know” responded the first guy. He then howled like a coyote and a chorus of laughter followed. Glancing at the locks, I was relieved to see we were secure in our foggy little bubble. The voices receded as we sat frozen, our eyes wide.

“Maybe this isn’t the best place for this” smiled Alyssa, the streetlight glinting off the wire stretching across her teeth. I was so turned on, I would have fucked her on the hood of my truck.

“Shall we go up to your room?”

 

“Oh shit, you got me so fucking wet” teased Alyssa as we climbed the stairs to her dorm. I turned around and winked at her. “Hot damn.”

No sooner had the door to her dorm room shut than was she kissing me hard. Both her hands gripped my face as she held me against her in an aggressive embrace. I wrapped my arms around her and leaned back, lifting her off the ground. She squeaked in in surprise and gracefully wrapped her legs around me. Moving my hands under her legs to support her, we stood in the corner of her dorm, breathing hard, tasting each other’s growing excitement and lust.

“Put me down” she whispered. I complied and she dropped to the floor. Without hesitating she sank to her knees and attacked my belt. Ripping the leather out of the way to unbutton my jeans. With a delighted gasp she revealed my already hard cock. “There he is.” She kissed the tip. Looking up at me “I missed him.”

Before I could reply she took him in her mouth and I was lost in a symphony of sensation. She moaned a long low sound that I felt in my cock as her tongue explored the underside of my head. Her eyes closed in relaxed enjoyment, she began sliding her mouth up and down my shaft, ever further with every stroke while I ran my fingers through her hair.

“Ohhhhhhhhh yes” I moaned. This was incredible. Pausing for a second, she rested the tip of my cock on her tongue, looking up at me with her dark, brown eyes in a smolder. I took a mental picture of this perfect moment; my cock perched on her tongue, her chin and lips beginning to accumulate drool, and several strands of spit and precum stretched from my head to her lips. She flashed me the quickest smile and went back to sucking me with renewed vigor. I could feel myself getting even harder as my head hit the back of her throat and a gagging sound escaped her mouth. Holding the back of her head, I briefly prevented her from backing off my cock and felt her gag against it. A moment later I relented, she pulled back and coughed, spit hanging from her mouth and chin as she gasped for a breath. I was afraid I had gone too far too quickly and anticipated her reprimand. Instead, what followed was one of the hottest things someone has ever said to me:

“Do that again.”

The rush of arousal that I felt made me lightheaded as my cock bulged and flexed with approval. This time I wasn’t shy. I grabbed Alyssa’s hair in a fist making her moan as I pushed my cock deep in her throat. Her mouth relaxed as I stretched deeper. I felt her tongue protruding, lubricating my length as it entered her glorious mouth. Her eyes began to water and squeezed shut as she gagged on my cock. I could feel her throat throb around my head as she gagged. It was an ugly noise, but one that was incredible in that moment. I backed off just enough to let her relax her throat and breathe. Repeating this filthy action three times, each time extending the amount of time she gagged and spluttered around my throbbing cock, I was edging closer to orgasm. When I pulled her head off my cock, her makeup was running down her cheeks, her lips coated in a froth of spit and precum, with ropes that dangled, hanging from her chin and braces. This was better than I imagined, and consciously reminded myself not to cum. We had a long night ahead of us.

Wrapping her hand around my spit coated cock she began to stroke me, while simultaneously fingering herself. This was a girl who had thought about this for the entire week. I couldn’t understand where I had been so lucky to encounter her.

“Ah!” she exclaimed, surprised when I forced her head back with a firm hand on her forehead.

“God you are so freaking dirty” I growled as I slapped my wet cock on her face, smearing her drool and makeup together before forcing my cock inside her mouth again. “Was this what you were thinking about all week? Is this what you wanted?”

“mmmm-hmmm” was her frantic reply around my cock.

I pushed deeper again, hitting the back of her throat, pushing her face as far down my enlarged cock as I could. She could take me about 2/3 the way down my shaft. Not bad for the second blowjob, I’d been with girls who had only been able to fit my head in their mouth, so, this was by no means a full deepthroat, but it was still impressive. As more saliva leaked around my cock from the corners of her mouth and I repeatedly bruised the back of her throat, her body started to tense. Her hand was working her clit feverishly, her brow furrowed, and her eyes screwed shut in ecstasy or pain, I couldn’t be sure, I almost didn’t care. With one final wretch of her gag reflex against my cock, she came. Her small frame shuddered as a muffled scream grew around the large obstacle in her throat. I released my hand from the back of her head and with a gasp and a scream she threw her head back, ropes of spit and precum flying everywhere.

I stood motionless, afraid to touch my cock, breathing hard, feeling the blood rushing through my head, I was on the knife’s edge of orgasm sure that the slightest provocation would make me cum. I watched her orgasm subside slowly, echoing through her body as she shuddered and shivered, gasping for breath. Hunched over, her makeup smeared beyond any recognition, her dress, chest, and tits covered in a slick of spit ropes that dangled like perverse Christmas tree tinsel from her face, her mouth and chin to her tits. Looking down, my rock hard, spit covered cock hung expectantly, a single, gossamer thread of precum stretched from its tip to the floor.

Unsure of what was to come next, I looked around the room and saw a purple hydro flask sitting on her desk. I grabbed it, and giving it a shake, it was half full. I set it in front of her and after a minute, she slowly reached for it. Catching her breath, she took a long drink.

Taking the initiative, I took her by the hand and guided her to the bed. Her face such a glaze of spit and smeared eye shadow and mascara, she didn’t open her eyes. “That’s my pretty girl” I encouraged in a low voice.

“ohhh fuck me” she whined. “I need your cock.”

I turned her around to face the bed and then bent her over 90˚, her arms stretching out to steady herself as I pulled her dress up, exposing her mocha colored, toned ass and pussy that positively glistened in the soft filtered light of the darkened room.

“Careful” She softly cautioned “Go slow.”

I dropped my pants and took off my shirt as she slightly swayed, still somewhat tipsy from 3 stiff drinks and a rock-hard orgasm. Positioning myself behind her, I gently pressed the head of my cock against her entrance.

“Mmmmm” she hummed at the sensation of my head against her folds. I could feel the heat of her pussy, she was hot, wet, and freshly orgasmed. Perfect.

“Ohhhhhhh” we moaned together as I slid effortlessly into her pussy. I took this slow, only sliding in about 2 inches before coming to a stop and allowing her body to acclimate.

“Shit Alyssa, your pussy is incredible”

“God, you fill me up” she replied. “I needed this. You stretch me out perfectly.”

We began to gently rock back and forth. Allowing her to press back into me how much of my substantial member she wanted. After such an intense prolog, I wanted her to take control of this position. Placing my hands on her hips I steadied our motion, she took this as a signal I was ready to give her everything as she picked up the pace.

“Fuck!” she growled between her teeth, “Yes! Give me that cock”

We fell into a rhythm, the feeling of her pussy writhing on my cock, over and over, loosening and tightening as I plunged deeper was taking me to new heights. My head was spinning as she moaned into a pillow she had grabbed. Time stood still as we thrusted together. I closed my eyes and allowed the sensations to overtake me. It was a feeling of bliss that sparked incredible lust inside me. I needed this, I had always needed this, I just hadn’t known I needed it. I gripped her hips as she pressed her ass towards me, hilting me. I felt my tip hit her cervix again, causing her to violently twitch each time it did.

“Just like that! Just like that! Oh, fuck me pleeeeeeaaaaaasssseeeeee!” Her last word lost into a moan that became a scream as I felt her orgasm again. Her pussy clamped down on me. The sensation became incredibly intense as my cock felt every crease and fold of her pussy. I was close.

“Oh my god, oh my god, you feel so good when you cum!” I groaned. This was getting so intense; I could feel my balls tighten as I continued to fuck her. Muffled screaming filled the room as she came again, in an almost continuous stream of orgasm. Her cum beginning to run down her legs as my cock extracted it with every thrust. I was beginning to approach the point of no return. Grabbing her hair in one hand and holding her hip with my other I pulled her head back and out of the pillow as she continued to orgasm.

“CUM IN ME! CUM IN ME! CUM IN ME” she was moaning, over and over. I plunged my cock deep into her divine pussy. I felt myself hit her cervix as her cheeks touched my hips and I exploded. A huge rush of cum erupted from my cock. It was so intense I felt my face twitch completely involuntarily and it was my turn to lose track of reality temporarily. Load after load flooded her pussy. I could feel my cock flexing over and over as the hot and wet sensation surrounding my cock increased. I was vaguely aware of someone screaming in the background. In that moment, everything had been leading up to this one event. The endless tinder scrolling, useless messages with strangers, the 50-minute drive to McMinnville, the $40 dinner bill; none of it mattered, it was all worth this moment. As my orgasm subsided, I caught my breath, wiping sweat from my face and allowing my eyes to adjust to the dark room that hung heavy with the thick scent of sex. Alyssa had collapsed on the bed, moaning while my cock continued to flex inside her.

“Uh—!” was all she could summon as I withdrew my already softening member from her filled pussy. As I withdrew my cock, I watched a long bead of cum drip from her pussy and begin to run down her legs. Fuck.

A wave of exhaustion began to wash over me, the stress of midterm week, lack of sleep and physical exertion all coalesced into a wave that broke over me in that moment. I laid down next to Alyssa and watched her as she laid face down, still bent over the bed, her legs limply planted in the carpet. Her face was a collage of smeared makeup, tear stains of mascara and matted sex hair. Yet her expression was peaceful, as though asleep, but for her breathing which hinted at her consciousness. After a minute or so, she took a deep breath and opened her eyes.

“Hi there” I whispered with a smile “Welcome back”

She rolled her eyes as she lifted herself to her elbows. “I can’t believe we just did that. That was, without question, the hottest sex I’ve ever had.”

“Really?”

“And definitely the hardest I’ve ever cum. What the fuck is your dick made of?” She gingerly moved into a sitting position “shit, I am going to be sore tomorrow.” I laid there looking at her in the darkness. There was just enough light coming in through the window to see her necklace glitter.

“Yikes, I am kind of a mess, aren’t I?” she said as she touched her face, then examining her finger smudged in makeup.

“Sorry”

“Don’t be!” she smiled. “That was really hot, like REALLY hot”

In the darkness I took another mental picture. It was so hot; her makeup smeared everywhere, her wide smile showing me her clear, barely visible braces, and the satisfaction of being so filthily used made my exhausted cock twitch. “Yeah?” I asked “You liked everything we did?”

“Mmhm!” she chirped as she crawled up the bed and kissed me softly. “That was so fucking good. You have no idea.” My suspicion from earlier this afternoon was triply confirmed: this girl was a freak.

“Will you hand me that?” she pointed to a towel hanging from her bedpost nearest my head. Obliging, she took the towel from me and wiped her face clean from the evidence of the debauchery that had only so recently taken place.

“Do you know how to find the bathroom?” She asked. “The girl’s is on this floor. You have to go down one, and it’s like halfway down the hall. God I hate not having my own bathroom.”

“I sure don’t miss those days” I teased. Having your own apartment had its perks. Even for $900 a month.

“Oh shut up” she replied with an eyeroll. “Next year I’ll be in the upperclassmen dorms. They have nice bathrooms. Anyway, I’m going to go clean up, and then let’s go to bed!”

She slid off the bed and turned on her desk light, filling the room with a warm yellow glow, instantly transforming this scene of profanity into a cozy space for romantic post-coitus cuddles. Heading out of the room with her shower caddy and pajamas over her shoulder, I admired her brazenness. Walking to the bathroom in a spit stained dress, shadows of makeup under her eyes, and a wild head of sex hair was a major power move.

Or was this habit? I couldn’t help the thoughts creep into my brain that perhaps I was not so special. Was this all an act? Were her neighbors used to seeing her freshly fucked in the bathroom? I cringed at the thought of her providing play-by-plays of each sexual encounter she had with a stranger from the internet to her teammates or friends come Monday mornings. A sinking feeling in my stomach began to fester and I suspected what was afoot; could it be jealousy?

This was silly I tried to tell myself. We had been pretty communicative over the past week, sharing details about our lives and pasts, becoming emotionally open. She had begun to trust me with her feelings of anxiety about things in her life. Texting me out of the blue to ask how my day was, asking if we could talk on the phone, these were not the hallmarks of a hookup.

As I sat on her bed, feeling malignant I physically waved my hand around my head, as thought to swat these poisonous thoughts from the air or my mind. Jumping up, I opened the window and let the cool night air pour in. Distant voices of other students out in the darkness filtered up from 3 stories below. I took a deep breath and reassured myself that these feelings were absurd. We’d fucked twice and been on one date. It wasn’t though we were dating, if things were just going to be casual, or if this was only a fling, then so be it.

I hadn’t brought any pajamas with me, so I slid my crumpled pants back on tried to arrange my sweater as though it hadn’t just been on the floor of a sex scene dirty enough to be pornography as I headed to find the bathroom.

Alyssa had been correct, one story down and halfway along the hallway I found the boy’s room. It was unsurprisingly occupied, a cloud of shower steam drifted across the ceiling as two guys chatted at the row of sinks. I found the toilet and made hasty business. Being unfamiliar with the visitor policy I was somewhat suspicious of what the residents would think of an unfamiliar face.

Reaching room 319 again, I gently knocked, unsure if Alyssa had returned. Sure enough the door opened and she gestured me in, wearing glasses, a pair of red flannel plaid pajama pants and a loose but low cut gray T shirt. Moving to the bed, I sat as I once again removed my pants and sweater.

“What’s your schedule like tomorrow?” I asked as I watched her stand near the mirror and braid her hair.

“It’s Saturday, right? Not much of anything. I think my friend Kayla wanted to go for a hike, but I should double check. Why? Do you have any plans?” she thought out loud, her hands working her hair into a long braid of pink tipped hair.

“Nothing until 1pm, I’m helping a friend move. But, I was thinking we could go get breakfast?”

“Oooo, I like that!” she smiled. “I love breakfast food”

“What’s your favorite” I countered “Waffles or Pancakes?”

“Pfft, waffles all day! Though, if you really want to know, I like French toast the best.”

“Atta girl” I agreed with a laugh “So, breakfast tomorrow then. Is there anywhere good around here?”

“I’m sure we can find something” She punctuated by snapping a hair tie at the end of her braid and turning back to me. “College towns basically are required to have a decent breakfast place.”

Turning off the light and sliding under her covers, I reflected on the fact that I hadn’t shared a twin sized mattress since sophomore year of college. I was far more used to my full back home; this was going to be cozy.

“Spoon me?” came her soft voice from the dark. I wrapped my arms around her, cradling her head in my elbow, my body forming around hers. I felt her nestle into my figure and a contented sigh. “Today was amazing…. Thank you.”

I smiled in the darkness, feeling much less prickly about this situation. Excited to have met someone who was as intelligent, cute, sexy, freaky and kind as she was made me hopeful for the future. We’d talk more about this later; I didn’t want to bring up anything too soon. The sound of her rhythmic breathing washed over me, and I drifted off to sleep almost effortlessly.

***

Early morning light filtered through the pink curtains as I opened my eyes, squinting from the shock of color. As I lay in bed I felt Alyssa’s warm arms wrapped around my body. Still asleep, her head was buried in my chest, her long pink braid snaking down into the covers. I laid there, looking around at the dorm room décor that could only be described as typical of a college girl. Her desk a complete wreck of cosmetic products, a smudged makeup mirror/ring light, a laptop forgotten under a pile of dogeared spiralbound notebooks, a backpack sitting dejectedly in the corner near the door. My phone was sitting on the desk at the foot of the bed, well out of reach. What time was it?

I laid in bed admiring my situation. I had a cute Latina girl wrapped around me, sleeping off a wild night of sex that had been so freaky as to take me by surprise, and nothing planned in the future but more of the same. And breakfast, that sounded good. Reflecting on the events of last night I had to admire her. She had taken my cock like a champ; in both ends! Her head game was incredible, I was almost positive I was going to cum down her throat last night. That was hot. I felt my cock begin to stiffen as I thought about forcing my cock to the back of Alyssa’s dirty perfect mouth and exploding, making her swallow my cum. God I wanted that. My depraved mind pictured her braces dripping, her clear brackets hidden under a layer of my thick white cum. At the

mere thought of this, my hips flex and I could feel myself getting hard. Morning wood as many men knew it.

But on the other hand, her pussy was equally admirable. Nothing I had experienced before had prepared me for her tight, textured pussy. Thinking about filling her with me, thrusting deep inside her and feeling the hot flood of cum was otherworldly. I felt in that moment that I had made the right choice. She certainly liked it. Her words echoed back to me from the previous evening: ‘Cum in me! Cum in me! Cum in me’

After all this introspection about our last sexual interaction before passing out together had made me incredibly horny. My cock was throbbing beneath my boxers as I laid motionless in bed, her head on my chest, still fast asleep. It was excruciating, I wanted to stroke my cock, imagine myself conquering her pussy as she screamed my name, begging for me to fuck her harder until I came. At the same time, I wanted to be considerate, a deeper motivation inside me had spoken up, commanding me to lay there, letting her use me as her hairy, manly pillow. She looked very peaceful, her lips barely parted, her gentle breathing whispering across my skin. She had classically Latina features; smooth caramel skin, an oval face with a high forehead and dark eyebrows that I had been relieved to see were real, and not just penciled on. Her eyes I knew were dark, almost black, brown. They held a deep intelligence that I had only just began to know. Between her eyes, her diminutive nose slid in a graceful ark to a gentle, almost triangular wedge. It wasn’t too wide, it wasn’t too pointed, it fit her face almost perfectly. If I had to sum up her appearance in one word, it would be ‘soft’. Like a spring breeze in May, like the smell of a yellow rose. By any standard, she was pretty, she’d attract attention in any social setting, pair that with the tits and hips she had, and she was definitely a head turner. She had grabbed my attention and I was glad I had attracted hers.

I was so absorbed in admiring her I had forgotten my carnal urges and had instead unconsciously begun lightly running my hand up and down her back, across her T-shirt. She stirred with a deep breath and a stretch. Screwing up her face in a squint at the bright morning light filling the room she oriented herself.

Groaning she rolled over and pulled the covers over her head, delaying the inevitable oncoming day. “mmrning” she mumbled from beneath the covers, her dark braid snaking out from her cocoon.

“Wakey, Wakey, Sunshine” I responded. I cringed, that felt too chipper and had too much ‘dad’ energy. Where had that come from?

Poking her head out from the covers, she brought her scrunched face near mine, looking for a kiss. Meeting her lips with mine, we kissed gently. Pulling back she finally opened her eyes,

blinking the sleep from them and smiling softly as I came into view.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Like a rock. You?”

“So well. I can’t remember sleeping like that in a long time”

“It helps when my bed-mate is as soft and cuddly as you are”

I winked and drew her close against me, just enjoying the feeling of her resting on me as we slowly awoke. Minutes passed and we spoke in soft voices as we became fully conscious. Quite by chance, as she shifted in bed, I felt her hand graze my still hard cock. It felt like a physical double-take. Her hand glancing off me before returning for a second interrogation of what she had discovered. Instantly her hand wrapped around my girth as her expression became a mixture of bemusement and what I could only describe as “trouble”.

“Whoaaaa…” she noted with more than a hint of mischief in her voice “What’s this I’ve found?” Her face was alight with impish pleasure, “Look who has a hard on.”

Snickering I nodded “What a discovery you’ve made.”

She softly began stroking my length beneath the covers, sending shock waves of pent-up pleasure through my body so long in anticipation I couldn’t help but sigh. Her impish grin turned to a devilish smile, her upper lip curling, exposing her top set of braces. At the very sight of them, my pelvis lifted, almost on its own accord, thrusting my burning erection further into her hand. “God” I breathed.

With little warning, her hand found its way through the fabric, I felt her thumb press against my tip, already wet with precum. She began rubbing her now lubricated thumb around my head in a circular motion, using the slightest touch to tease me. “Aww baby, you’re so hard in the morning” she teased before continuing: “I like that.”

“You’re making me hard” I responded as her arm lifted the covers off my hips and her head disappeared under the covers, missing my shocked expression. I could hardly believe this! A morning blowjob by a hottie who had just hours before been fucked to the state of exhaustion by the very same cock.

“Good” was her last statement before her tongue replaced her thumb at the tip. Flicking back and forth she played my most sensitive spots. The very tip was most sensitive and she seemed to sense this from my reactions as this is where she spent most of her energy. Before long her lips were wrapped completely around my head while her tongue waltzed around the incredibly sensitive flange and she sucked hard, providing a shock of sensation that threatened to take my entire soul.

I gasped and groaned; my hands fists balled up around handfuls of bedsheets. My toes curled and my legs flexed as I fought the urge to thrust my cock deeper. As her suction slackened, I felt her right-hand reach around and begin stroking the shaft as her mouth worked my head. Fuck. I was going to cum if this kept up. Was that her plan? I couldn’t think of anything hotter. I had been scheming excuses to cum in her mouth all week, and here she was, voluntarily going to take me in her mouth like a well-trained slut.

Something about cumming in a girl’s mouth is especially hot to me. It feels nasty, dirty, intimate and possessive all at the same time. Like you’ve claimed this woman as your own. As though their mouth is a receptacle for your lust and submit to your urges and pleasure by swallowing or reject that submission by gagging on it and spitting it, making a mess. I had a feeling that Alyssa was a swallower. My face grimacing with pleasure, imagining that no matter how much I came that morning, there was no way she wasn’t going to completely consume everything I gave her. I laid there, in near-orgasmic euphoria, staring through the ceiling, feeling lightening course through my body, emanating from the tip of my erection as Alyssa enthusiastically sucked and stroked my cock in synchronous rhythm, bringing me closer to an orgasm. “Fuck” I gasped “You’re going to make me cum doing that” partially as a warning in case she really wasn’t actually intent on tasting me that morning, partially as an encouragement if she really was. Her reaction gave me my answer as she said nothing but began to suck my cock in earnest, her lips sliding up and down my length, my head rubbing the roof of her mouth. It wasn’t quite as deep as the night before, but I imagined her throat might have been sore after such strenuous use. Her hand accelerated stroking, clearly she was intent on making me lose my mind this morning due to the combined sensation of her tongue, lips and hands sliding along my shaft. I felt a growing tightness in my balls as her tongue pushed against the very tip of my cock, teasing it’s soft and sensitive hole, now flowing with precum. I was seconds away. Groaning I uttered a final warning, not wanting her to be surprised by a sudden explosion: “Shit Alyssa, I’m gonna fucking cum!”

With that I bucked my hips and felt my cock flex with the first blast of an incredible orgasm. Alyssa’s lips clamped down around me and I felt her tongue relax. Her hand continued to stroke me as her mouth filled. Once, twice, three times I felt her swallow hard, almost choking on my thick white cum.

“Goooodddddddddd” I moaned. My head was so suddenly sensitive that every twitch felt intense beyond possibility. Her tongue sweeping over it’s tip, catching the last drops of my cum made me gasp and almost thrash with overwhelming sensations of electricity.

A wet pop and her lips came off my cock. I was catching my breath as she emerged from under the covers, her eyes glittering. A tiny bead of pearly white cum lingered in the corner of her mouth as she looked at me with an expression of delighted satisfaction. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and then climbed higher on the bed and kissed me. Drawing back, she sat up and with a satisfied smile.

“Good Morning”

‘I’ll say” I responded, not quite believing what I had experienced. “Is that how you wake up every morning? With an earth-shattering blowjob?” I teased.

“No, not usually” she grinned “mostly I get myself off if my roommate isn’t here.”

“I guess today was my turn?” I smiled back, feeling the post orgasm endorphins.

She suddenly looked almost apologetic “Well… I felt bad, you made me cum that first time, and I didn’t get the chance. Now we’re even”

“I’m just teasing.” I reassured. “That was the best thing I’ve experienced at—” I glanced at the window and took a stab at the time “– eight thirty AM.”

She laid down in the crook of my shoulder and looked at me softly. I stroked her messy hair, some strands had escaped her braid during her adventure below the blankets. Kissing her forehead, I added: “You’re incredible.”

We cuddled for what felt like half an hour before my stomach let out an audible growl.

“Damn” Alyssa remarked.

“Shall we get breakfast?” I offered, not prepared for her response.

“I think I already did.” She giggled, licking her lips sensuously. Fuck she was a freak.

Fifteen minutes later we were walking briskly across the leaf littered lawn of Linfield on our way to the Morning Thunder Café. Though if you asked me, the morning thunder had already disappeared down Alyssa’s throat.

The cool wind scattered the fallen leaves in cartwheels across the grass as the morning sunshine waxed and waned behind fast moving clouds, another day of glorious Oregon weather. We talked about our favorite hiking spots around the area and back in our hometowns. She spoke fondly of hiking Table Rock, her wild attempt at summiting Mt. McLaughlin with her dad and brother before a storm and her enjoyment of simply spending time along the Rogue river with her siblings in the summer.

She stopped suddenly, and I almost walked into her. We were standing on a bridge over a ravine that hid a creek under its overgrown grass and underbrush.

“What’s up?” I asked puzzled.

“Oh nothing, I just wanted to kiss you” She said as she spun around and kissed me hard, her arms thrown around my neck. It was a very romantic moment. We held there for what felt like several long sun soaked seconds. Caught off guard by her romantic move, I felt butterflies stir in my stomach. Stifling a giggle, I held her by the waist and molded my lips to hers.

Stepping back, she appeared almost bashful. Brushing her hair behind her ear and looking at the ground she nervously giggled. “Sorry, I’ve always wanted to kiss someone on this bridge.”

“How does it feel? Did it live up to your wildest fantasies?” I asked as I walked past her, smacking her cute yoga pants clad ass, eliciting a squeak.

“More than I could have imagined” she smiled, clutching my right arm. The sun reflected off her braces, catching the silver wire across her teeth in just the right light “I can still taste your cum.”

My knees went weak.

I almost stopped walking; my eyebrows raised as I looked at her in bemused shock that only slightly hid my true emotions. She winked at me and turned, her long hair sweeping behind her the pink ends shimmering in the sunlight. Shit, I wondered, Was I ever going to not be horny around her?

Morning Thunder was a cute café, expectedly, it was busy Saturday morning. As we took our place in line to order at the counter conversation had drifted to our opinions of Harry Potter characters. I observed that nobody ever said “Harry Potter” when asked who their favorite character was. Wrinkling her nose, Alyssa objected

“Have you read Harry Potter? He’s completely useless without everyone else. He’s full of angst, and totally clueless!”

“Fair point, do you have a favorite then?”

“Definitely Luna Lovegood.” She was judicious in her response.

“Absolutely. She’s written so well.”

“I think my favorite part is that she’s just so confident. She really doesn’t care what others think of her or how they talk about her. She’s in her own little world and I think that’s a really powerful message for kids. It’s okay to be weird, to be different and have unconventional views. You know?”

“Definitely. As long as those views are…well… not harmful. Luna is all about wackspurts and whatever, not wizard Nazis”

“Obviously” she rolled her eyes.

I noticed we were getting near the front of the line and motioned to the large chalk menu suspended above the register. We ordered and found a table in the corner near a large banana leaf plant, watching others mill in and out of the busy café in the sunshine. At the table next to us was a pair of girls who were chatting about a new car one of them had purchased. Behind Alyssa I could see a gathering of older men, dressed in sport coats and hats, they looked to be locals who probably came at least once a week, meeting each other for companionship in their old age. My interest was particularly drawn to a group of people about our age, sitting in a corner booth together, enjoying brunch and all the trimmings. A bucket of Champaign on the table and plates of hash browns hinted at the weekend atmosphere they shared. My attention was held by a larger woman with bangs whose laugh echoed across the restaurant in a manner felt a little too loud to be real. Her cleavage was noticeable above the cut of her self-altered collegiate sweater, and her dyed blonde hair spilled messily over her shoulders like water falling across rocks. She seemed to be someone who reveled in the spotlight, bringing the center of attention to herself in an instant. Her seat mate had caught my eye, he was sullenly looking at Alyssa and myself with a slightly sour expression. Jealousy?

I had to admit, she was looking pretty good this morning, and not just to the guy she had sucked off 45 minutes earlier. Her outfit was straight from a Fabletics catalogue. Her light blue yoga pants highlighted her ass in all the best ways, the high waist curving in from the shape of her hips and complimenting the loose beige sweater that allowed her hair to be the highlight of her outfit. This girl obviously knew how to dress herself to bolster her own image as well as the opinions of others. I loved it. It felt good to be in the company of someone who people looked at and wanted. I felt like I had something they did not, and I won’t lie, it boosted my ego.

Glancing back across the café, I noticed our observer had moved on to pushing his potatoes around his plate, nodding halfheartedly at the conversation I could not hear.

“Number Seventeen!” came the strained call above the din of the room. I got up with a smile to Alyssa, and walked to the counter, picking up our breakfast sandwiches. Now that I saw them, I should have ordered what Alyssa had. Sourdough toast with avocado, scrambled egg, bacon, and goat cheese. It made my sausage, egg and cheese sandwich seem pedestrian in comparison.

Comparison is the thief of joy however and I was excited to finally have breakfast.

“Holy shit” Alyssa quietly exclaimed as I set her sandwich down in front of her, “I’m so fucking ready for this.”

“It looks incredible, I kind of wish I had ordered that too” I confessed.

“Well, I bet I can let you have a bite” she said with a wink. I liked that she could and did wink. It was endearing.

I smiled in return and raised half my sandwich with a flourish as if to say “cheers” before indulging.

As I sat there, enjoying the sun through the window, my bagel sandwich and the atmosphere of our breakfast date, my eyes would wander to the fellow in the booth across the restaurant. Several times I caught him staring in our direction; once he noticed me and quickly averted his eyes towards the line of people stretching to the door. Who was this guy? He was not familiar to me, he was, for all intents and purposes an Ordinary White Guy. Dressed in Jeans, striped T shirt and open sweater he seemed appropriately dressed for his peers in the booth. Perhaps he knew Alyssa? Or had known her? A classmate? An ex-lover made jealous? I made a mental note to ask her after we had left. No need to ruin a lovely breakfast with an awkward encounter; or rather, increase the amount of awkward energy already seeping into this sun-soaked Saturday.

Alyssa suddenly gasped, her eyes wide as her hand flew to her mouth. My focus snapped back to my foreground. She set her sandwich down and delicately finished chewing, her expression changing from surprise to concern.

“Bite your tongue?” I asked with a sympathetic look.

“No” she said thickly through a mouthful of avocado toast “I think I – I think I broke something.” She wiped her hands as she stood and without another word, walked briskly past the counter to where I assumed the bathroom was located.

Broke something? I thought to myself before making the connection. Sourdough bread… it had to be. Braces and hard crusted breads did not get along, she must have shorn a bracket. Though they were strong enough to move teeth and bone, braces were inherently brittle if forced in the wrong direction, ceramic ones more so as they were made from translucent materiel that helped them blend in, but at the cost of strength. I had learned all this as a kid when I had endured the orthodontist for 18 months. Others had chosen clear braces in hopes of reducing the obviousness of them, but I had chosen speed and durability over aesthetic and gone the stainless steel route. I hoped nothing too damaging had happened, I was quickly becoming obsessed with her orthodontic status. Shaking my head, I finished my sandwich while I waited for Alyssa to return.

What felt like forever later, she returned, her expression stoic. Her eyes were hard, her lips pursed, and I could feel her energy had changed as she huffed herself into her seat. Something was obviously wrong, and I was all of a sudden nervous about what was going to happen next and didn’t wish to aggravate her further. I sipped my coffee and watched her expression as she sat almost motionless, staring at her sandwich. Finally I was compelled to speak.

“So,” I probed gently “Everything okay?”

She sighed and looked up; her eyes softened as the met mine. “Yeah, sort of.” She paused with a deep breath before taking a delicate bite of her sandwich. Chewing gingerly, she waved her hand dismissively as if to say, “We’ll talk about it later.”

Standing at the corner waiting for the light to change, her hand in mine, I looked over my shoulder at the cloud of people gathered loosely around the café half a block back. My mind was on the shady character that had been watching us eat. I couldn’t help myself, I had to bring it up.

“Did you notice someone watching us during breakfast?” I asked as nonchalantly as possible, hoping to keep the tone casual and not too alarming.

“What?!” Asked Alyssa, looking alarmed. “Someone was watching us?”

“Yeah, this guy in the corner booth with all those people. He was wearing a sweater. Kept looking over at us. I don’t think I know him.”

The light changed and we walked across the lane, Alyssa’s gaze turning to look behind us, her eyebrows furrowed in concern. “That’s really weird.”

“I just assumed it was someone who you’d might know. This is your town after all…”

“What’d he look like?”

I briefly described him, knowing I was not doing a very good job. Her face locked in concentration as we walked past an antique store, our reflections undulating in the panel glass, she wasn’t having any sudden epiphanies.

“Ugh, creepy” she stated, “That always happens.” I could understand why. If I looked like Alyssa, I was sure I would have garnered more than my fair share of uncouth attention.

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, pulling her close to me. “I got your back” She cracked a smile. We walked in comfortable silence for quite some time, approaching the bridge we had shared an intimate moment on earlier, I remembered an earlier question I had.

“Can I ask what happened with your sandwich?” I asked delicately. Anticipating a dismissal, I shrugged and only half expected a response. However, she sighed and without looking at me continued:

“Ugh, I popped a rubber band.” She groused. “I bit down on my sandwich and my wire popped out of my braces on one tooth.”

“Oh shit, that sucks…” I sympathized. “Is that a big problem?”

I knew it was. I had an amateur knowledge of orthodontic processes and anatomy. But that wasn’t something I wanted anyone else to know. For now I would play dumb.

“Yeahhhh…” came her lukewarm response. “It’s a hassle, mostly because my orthodontist is in Roseburg.”

“Roseburg?” I interrupted.

“Yeah, my orthodontist is based in Medford, but they have an office in Roseburg that’s the closest. Not that it’s any easier to get to, I don’t own a car.”

“mmm” I encouraged. I was listening, hoping to keep her on this mental track. Even though she was complaining about them, her talking openly about her braces was somewhat arousing. I said not a word, letting her express her frustrations. I didn’t quite trust myself or my reactions to be authentic to what someone else would say. The last thing I wanted her to know was that this was the pinnacle of stimulating conversation for me. After what felt like forever walking in silence, I knew I had to say something. “I’m sorry. That sounds really frustrating.”

“Thanks, I know it’s not really your problem” she responded. I could tell that the conversation wasn’t exactly one she was excited to have. Deciding I didn’t want to push it I simply squeezed her hand with mine as we walked. I felt her mood had soured and for good reason, here was a problem with no immediate solution that influenced her appearance in the present and the future. I had already inferred that her appearance was important to her, and this was like eyebrows: unconcealable and very obvious.

It was about 11:30 when we arrived back at her dorm. I picked up the few possessions I had left in her room and packed them away in my pockets. Socks, phone charger and car keys mostly. She busied herself with texting her friend Kayla about their hike that afternoon and I awkwardly milled around her room. I wanted the weekend to last longer, to spend more time with her…especially naked. It seemed to be that time of the date where we discussed future plans for another date, I was hesitant because her mood had changed what with Creepy McGee and Zero Dark Braces occurring since our intimacy this morning, however, these conversations were not nearly as meaningful or as sincere over text.

Reaching a lul in her texting, Alyssa set her phone on the bed and looked up at me with a smile. “Sorry, I don’t know when Kayla wants to leave.”

“No worries” I shrugged, standing on the zebra carpet, feeling awkward. “Um… would you want to spend time together next week?” It felt as clunky as it sounded and I winced internally. I was not very good at this part.

“Yeah, I would” she said softly. “I enjoy your company”

I smiled, relieved. Before I could respond she continued: “And not just when we’re… you know…naked” she grinned as I gave her a coy look “but also our conversations. I like getting to know

you for you.”

Taken aback I wasn’t sure what to say, so, as always, I returned to humor.

“So that’s a 5pm on Friday afternoon?” I pantomimed licking my fingers and flipping through a note pad. She laughed and I gave her a wink.

“Sure, if not sooner.”

“Oh good. Why don’t you come to my place?” I ventured. It would be nice to not worry about other people in the building, roommates or the hassles of a college dorm. And though it would mean 40 miles of driving each way, it would be well worth it. “I can pick you up, and bring you back on Sunday?”

“Oooo yes! The big city!” she waved her hand as though gesturing to a city skyline. Smiling enough for me to catch a glitter of her reportedly broken braces, she dropped her gaze “I could wear something nice”

“We should go out somewhere nice” I added “make it a ‘fancy’ date. I’ll find somewhere nice.”

She stood and approached me, placing her hand softly on my chest, her gaze finding my own. “I’d like that” she whispered before extending on her tiptoes to reach my bowed head for a kiss. “And maybe something else for dessert.” Her voice lowered in a sexual way, her hand reaching below my belt and brushing my groin.

“I’m sure we’ll find something to do” Honestly, I didn’t think we’d leave my apartment the entire weekend.

Thirty minutes later, as I rumbled northeast along highway 99, my phone chirped with a text from Alyssa. Cautiously I opened the message.

“Had an amazing time with you, can’t wait for next week! ;)” Attached was a picture of her lying on her bed, the camera pointing towards her from above, showing off her amble cleavage. Her lips in a pucker, offering me a kiss.

It was going to be a long week until Friday.

End of Chapter 2

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