I had seen Caroline around campus before and occasionally out at the bars at night. She was a total knockout, a red-haired beauty with big brown eyes that would melt you if you stared at them too long. There was something about her that looked so vulnerable, so innocent. She had a cute little nose, just slightly dotted with freckles, high cheek bones, beautiful skin, and round full lips.
I watched her, sitting at the bar, wearing a denim miniskirt and a tiny white top, which left her belly exposed. She sat with her legs crossed, a sandal dangling off her right foot. I watched her place a plastic straw between her beautiful, glossy lips and take a long slow drink. She noticed that she had my attention. Letting the straw slide out from between her lips, she softly bit her lower one and winked at me, letting her full lip slip out from her teeth.
I smiled back and she glanced down at the bar stool beside her.
I looked behind me, to make sure I wasn't about to make a fool of myself, which made her giggle a bit, then walked over and sat beside her.
"Hi," she said softly. "I'm Caroline." She smiled and offered me her hand.
I smiled back, "Geoffrey," I said, and took her hand, gently shaking it. Her touch lingered as her hand slipped back away from mine. I could smell her perfume, just a hint of it, but enough to draw me closer.
We chatted for a few hours, I bought her a few drinks, and we talked about the people we knew, the classes we were taking, things we had in common and the things we didn't.
Around eleven, she told me she needed to be getting home, and much to my surprise, she invited me to come back with her. I nearly fell over myself agreeing. She seemed to like that.
Once we were in her apartment, her demeanor changed. I shut the door and turned back around, only to see her slowly lowering the zipper on the side of her skirt. Her skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it, her lips now turned to a sexy little pout, she placed her hand on my cheek and looked into my eyes, "I really like you Geoff, I think we could have a lot of fun together."
I swallowed, looking down at her purple thong, her long legs, her bare tummy, and I felt my cock starting to swell. I shifted my hips a little, hoping to adjust it, so my erection wouldn't be so noticeable.
She noticed.
"Let me help you with that," she said, looking at me with her head lowered, eyes peering through her red bangs. Her little hand slowly passed over my crotch, taking hold of my cock, squeezing gently, tugging a little, rubbing. She smiled and moaned a bit.
Her hand on my cheek slid down my chest, over my stomach and found my zipper, which she slowly lowered. Her hands now freed my cock from my underwear and through the open fly of my pants. I was rock hard now, straining as she wrapped her hand very slowly around my shaft, turned and giggled, "Follow me," she said, tugging my cock as she walked.
She led me to her bedroom, and told me to lie down on the bed. "Hands over your head," she said. I stretched out. She took her time removing my shirt, her fingers playing with my nipples, and running over my chest and stomach. Once my shirt was removed, she did the same, revealing a beautiful, lacy, white bra.
She took my hands and raised them higher over my head, guiding each one to a soft leather cuff, which she buckled around my wrists. She smiled playfully, "Now you are mine." I smiled back, "No complaints here," I said. She bit her lip, her smile growing wider, "Oh, they'll come later. Don't worry."
She slid down and was now working my pants and underwear off, stripping me totally naked. Much to my surprise, she didn't cuff my ankles, but instead, pullout two cuffs, attached to the bed midway up, and began buckling them around my knees, spreading my legs as wide as I could manage.
She lowered her head and took my cock deep inside her mouth, slowly raising up, letting those soft full lips slide over the shaft, the tip of her tongue, tracing along the underside. I arched my back and raised my hips as best I could, moaning and twisting.
She looked at me, her head tilted. "I love big, hard, swollen cocks. I love playing with them," she said, her finger tips tracing along the underside of the shaft and around the head. "For hours, and hours, and hours."
She looked at me and pouted, "You aren't going to cum and ruin all my fun are you?" I looked at her puzzled. "When you cum," she explained, "it gets all soft and no fun. I'm going to keep it nice and hard, but you have to promise not to cum, OK?"
"But if I cum, you can make it hard again," I protested.
