Continued from Chapter Two...
Jill stirred. The bright sunlight poured through the gaping cracks in her blinds, dancing on the specks of dust floating through the air. The beams of light glared viciously on the multitude of posters on the dishwater-gray walls. The reflection from her black and white poster of Johnny Depp hit Jill's half-open eyes. Groggily, she sat up in bed.
Clutching at the brightly patterned bedspread, Jill assessed her room. She didn't remember entering it last night, but she had made quite the mess of her belongings. Her worn, paint-spattered vanity was barely visible under the chaos of several tubes of lip-gloss, open containers of foundation and creams, and tubs of glitter. Her jewelry case was a knot of necklaces and bracelets, and all twenty pair of her earrings lay in a heap below a pile of used cotton balls. Her closet doors had been thrown open, and most of its contents had been scattered across the tiny room. She blinked, unable to see her faded, moss green carpeting below a particularly large mound of jeans.
Jill pulled back the covers. She was wearing last night's outfit, a very cute tube top and jeans number that displayed her ample cleavage and shapely ass. Bits of the previous evening flashed through her mind: after she and Alex had licked each other a hearty "hello," they went to dinner and out to a party on Fraternity Row. The Sigs were, per usual, sponsoring a campus-wide kegger. The rest was a blur of cheap beer and slurred words.
Alex snored softly to Jill's left. She gazed tenderly at him, watching his eyelids flutter through a dream, undoubtedly involving her. He had changed into comfortable clothing last night; obviously, he had not become as drunk as she had been. She stroked his white tee shirt lightly, as she did not want to wake him.
Jill looked towards the window. The bright light seared her vision, causing her brain to pound against her skull. She flopped back on the bed, groaning from the sudden onset of a killer hangover.
Alex opened his eyes and turned to his side. Jill's eyes had fluttered closed, and she was rubbing her temples with her index and middle fingers. He smiled, forgetting exactly how many beers she had consumed before they hobbled home together. She looked peaceful and cute, he thought, admiring how good she looked, albeit ill and in yesterday's rumpled clothing.
They had not had sex the previous evening. Jill stumbled into her messy bedroom last night and passed out on her bed, leaving Alex horny and alone. This morning, he was not going to let Jill blow him off again. He rolled on top of her.
"Alex, geroff," Jill mumbled, squinching her eyes together tightly.
Alex paid no attention to his sleepy girlfriend. He grazed her cheek with his lips, breathing heavily down the side of her face. He kissed down her jawbone to her neck, softly planting his lips on her most delicate skin.
Jill kept her eyes closed, but his kisses roused her. Her headache seemed to subside as her other nerve endings registered only pleasure. Alex's kisses were nearly imperceptible, but each tiny sensation sent shivers down the back of her neck. She reached over with her right hand and grazed his neck, pulling him slightly closer to her.
Alex didn't need Jill to draw him near to know that she was enjoying his teasing caresses. He ran his hand lightly down her shoulder, gently cupping the delicate, full curve of her firm breast. He ran his finger lightly over the silky softness of her tube top. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the coolness of the material made Jill gasp softly. Her pert nipples stood at attention, and Alex turned his head to admire the two pea-size mounds straining at the fabric.
Alex kissed her neck again. "Good morning," he whispered sexily in her ear.
"Is it?" Jill groaned. Her brain seemed to thud against her skull heavily with every beat of her heart.
Alex laughed and crawled off Jill. Walking away from the bed, he tore his thin tee off his toned frame. "Get naked," he commanded, strutting towards the bathroom. "You have five minutes."
Jill sat up enough to admire his back before he exited the room and turned towards the bathroom. His skin was lightly bronzed, fading from its former golden hue last summer. Alex rarely worked out, but his skin was tight and his muscles firm. He was strong, not built; fit, but not muscle-y. Jill's eyes ran down his barely perceptible ripples and rested on the V of his lower back, admiring the thin tuft of hair poking above his boxers.
Alex disappeared into her bathroom, and Jill tore her eyes away from where he had stood to the mirror. She was a mess. She sprung out of bed in shock. Her hair was sticking up in four different directions. Some pieces were poker straight from her dedicated flat-ironing last night, but some bits had curled from the smoke and heat of the Sigs' basement. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot. Her clothes were wrinkled -- and was that beer and marijuana she smelled? She sniffed, coughed, and doused herself with perfume.
Jill only had a few minutes to make herself into a sexy siren, and she bemoaned her circumstances while stripping her clothes quickly. Her tube top flew through the air, and she shimmied her jeans down her slender thighs. Thong and socks were discarded into the small mountain that was Jill's clothing collection. She attacked her hair with a wiry brush, taming the beast of her follicles. By some miracle, her hair fell almost straight after a quick brushing. Jill was dabbing concealer under her eyes when she heard Alex creak open the bathroom door.
Alex walked into the room in time to see Jill dive, nude, onto the bed. He grinned as he walked towards her with a glass of water and two aspirin tablets. "Take these," he said, "and then we can have some fun..."
As Jill gulped down the water, Alex spread her thighs apart. He kissed up her thighs slowly, moving towards her heat-radiating pussy. She was already wet. Alex took a deep breath and sighed. He loved the smell of Jill's snatch. It was slightly musky without being fishy, and had a sweet tinge to it that made her seem ultra-girly. Alex halted his kissing halfway up Jill's thigh. She had hastily placed the cup on the nightstand and inched her way closer to Alex. He looked up at her neatly trimmed pussy, admiring how wet she was already. He hadn't even touched her most private regions, yet he caught the hint of wetness around her slit, almost glistening in the morning sun. Even her outer lips, normally quite full, had swollen slightly. Jill was ready to fuck.
Jill felt Alex cease his path of kisses up her inner thigh and opened her eyes. She squirmed, slightly frustrated, though she never expected him to dive right into her juices so early in their lovemaking. She watched him reach over her frame, speckled with goose bumps from chill and anticipation, and open the drawer on her nightstand.
Handcuffs again?
she thought, surprised that Alex was so into their domination play of yesterday. Still, she felt a twinge of desire deep inside her, happy that he had introduced something new into their repertoire.
Almost instinctively, Jill raised her arms above her head, waiting to be handcuffed. Alex slipped the first loop around her right wrist, straddling her abdomen while doing so. "Somebody wants to be dominated," he chuckled, thoroughly pleased with how willing a submissive Jill was turning out to be. He snapped the ring of the second cuff shut, and Jill shivered. She was unable to resist his advances.
Alex hoisted himself into a standing position, the bottom of his shorts level with Jill's nose. "I'm wearing too many articles of clothing," he declared as Jill noticed he was naked except for his boxers. "Strip me."
Jill clanged the handcuffs against the bed post, as if to say, "I'm cuffed. How can I strip you?" Alex, however, did not want Jill to use her hands. He wordlessly pulled her face to his boxers.
