College Kids 02

All similarities between real life institutions, businesses, entities, and people are unintended.

All characters are 18 or older.

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Alexis held my hand lightly, just holding onto my ring and pinky fingers as I drove us to the parking garage on campus. Her skin was soft and I could feel her absentmindedly tracing my hand with her thumb. It was cozy being in the warm car, still dark enough to use the headlights, wearing comfortable clothes. Dawn had already started, but the sky still had that grayish, dark blue hue to it as the warm colors hadn't yet appeared except on the horizon. I parked on the edge of the garage, so that we could get a view from a couple stories up. We got there early, around 6:30. We didn't get much free-time together lately, so we planned to eat breakfast together the night before and had just stopped by a fast food place to get some basic stuff: breakfast sandwiches, hash browns, cinnamon rolls.

The concrete slabs split open a couple feet, enough to let chilled morning air breeze in. The weather was beginning to get cold as September matured, but it wasn't unpleasant, it just made the air feel crisp and fresh. We sat on the hood of my car, side by side, eating and waking, just taking in the view from forty feet up. We set the food on top of the wall of the garage, and I could hear the wind faintly rustle the thin paper it was wrapped in. We could see the sun start to envelop the peaks of the mountains in the distance, but they shielded most of town from the morning warmth. We looked out, watching the people go about their daily lives, little cars travelling around a miniature town, people sparsely milling about. We could see lights in the college dorms gradually turn on one-by-one, signifying the start of the day.

"It's like LEGOs," Alexis stated through bites of hash brown.

"I haven't played with LEGOs in forever, like ten years."

"I used to have a ton back home."

"In Virginia?"

"I'm surprised you remember." I could hear her smile through her voice without looking at her. I didn't say anything else, I just moved my hand to her far shoulder and pulled her in by a bit, kissing the top of her head.

We saw each other around often, but since we didn't share any other courses besides a GE English, we spent most of our time on campus apart. I enjoyed the class because Alexis' presence made it more bearable, but because of her, I might've enjoyed my time there a little too much.

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We walked through the interior park until we got to the door of the building and went inside. We held hands as we climbed the stairs and walked along the sparsely opened doors of the Languages hallway. We finally spotted our room, and we stopped to check the time before entering. The room was a smaller lecture hall, where the teacher, Professor Campbell, would drone on in front of a projector. The class was the earliest session, so there weren't a lot of people who actually showed up, us included. On the days we did show, we sat in the back, pretending to take notes.

Today did not start any different from the previous sessions. We sat in the back, copied what Campbell put on the projector, and planned to bide our time until it was 8:00.

I sat in my seat, typing away idly as Alexis leaned forward to play games on her computer. We had agreed to alternate note taking, (when we actually did them,) and today was my turn. Campbell was talking about a group project coming up and I was anticipating who Alexis and I could ask to join our group. Lost in thought, I was suddenly jolted back to reality when I felt a hand slide between my legs. I gasped and looked down, only to see Alexis' small hand rubbing my crotch.

I gave her a sort of incredulous look, as if to say, "Really? Here?" But she didn't stop.

"Shhhhh, you don't want to get caught, do you?"

"Wha-Aht!" She squeezed hard, just as I was beginning to protest.

I held her stare for a second longer, before scoffing and returning to the notes. She just smiled at me. Nobody noticed us whispering, and our classmates' obliviousness only seemed to encourage Alexis. She rubbed my hardening erection with her palm through my sweatpants, going in slow circular motions around the head. Periodically she would stop and grip my cock, checking its hardness, before resuming. Once it was finally to her standards, I felt her nails reach under my shirt and gently trace my lower stomach. Then she dove her hands into my underwear and gripped me firmly.

I was already on edge and horny from my early morning libido, so maybe that's why I didn't stop her. I knew it was wrong, I knew we could easily get caught if someone stood up just a little too quickly, but I couldn't resist. I just focused on the notes and pretended everything was normal. She rested her hand around my girth for a few seconds, waiting for a reaction, and when she didn't receive one from me besides a subtle intake of breath, she resumed her machinations. She methodically pumped from the base of me to the glans, all the while pretending to be an engaged student. She did this for about a minute or two, just gradually arousing me until it felt like my dick was made of metal. She stopped stroking me, withdrew, and I felt her gaze shift from her computer to the massive bulge in my pants.

"Take your pants off."

I pretended like I didn't hear her, and instead continued staring forward. I didn't want to seem like her sex slave; ready to whip it out whenever.

"Fine," She whispered rebelliously.

Alexis glanced around once more to make sure no one was looking. Before I had a moment to register what was happening, she slipped out of her seat and squeezed under the row-long table that we sat at. She shifted herself between my legs, and I felt her fingertips hook around my waistband. I pulled her hands off and looked down at her defiantly, but just as I was about to hiss my protest at her, I heard my name being called from the front of the classroom.

"Chris, can you get the lights?"

I looked up at Professor Campbell quickly, cursing my bad luck. As I did this, Alexis reached both hands into my underwear, unimpeded, and began to pull. They slid off easily. Why did I have to wear such loose sweats today?

"Yeah, um, sure." I wavered slightly as Alexis gripped my shaft with her hand, pulling it towards her face right between my thighs. I looked behind me for the light switch, which thankfully I could reach while sitting. When I leaned back, I got a view of her, staring up at me with a mischievous grin. She had her hand around the middle of my shaft tightly, and it gently pulsed when I moved, making her smile even wider. It hovered in front of her face intimidatingly, her face cast in the shadow of my obelisk, ready to worship me. Just as soon as I saw her, she disappeared into darkness as the rest of the class did as well. The professor murmured a little and shuffled around to the projector for a couple seconds, before a video casted itself onto the large screen.

As soon as sound started playing from the front of the room, I could feel her hands resume slowly driving up and down my shaft. When I squirmed slightly or breathed irregularly from the pleasure, I could feel her grip tighten. My dick was like a leash and I was her dog. She began to exhale in long, drawn-out breaths onto my glans, making me twitch in her hands. Her breath was warm and moist on my skin and it acted as an accelerant to my already dissipating resistance. The warmth of her exhalations was so intimate, and that, combined with one hand around my shaft and the other resting on the inside of my thigh, melted me further to her desires.

If her hands were soft and warm on me, then her mouth was tenfold. She slid her hand as far down my cock as she could, pressing gently against my balls. Then I felt her tongue grace me just above her hand. I felt her glide from the root of me up to the tip in one gradual motion, slicking my skin with saliva. Her patience was agonizing to me. She was the one beneath me, servicing me, and yet she held all the power. I could tell by the slow strokes of her tongue on the underside of me that she was reveling in her superiority over me. She continued lapping me with her tongue spread wide onto the underside of my cock for several motions.

Finally, just as I had become used to the sensation, she reached the tip and quickly sucked in the first couple inches. My idleness and the risk of the situation made me the most sensitive I've ever been. I could feel her tongue enveloping the underside of me, up and down slowly. All the while, her lips clung desperately to me, molding to my size. Her saliva was warm and smooth, lubricating her movements. I could hear the faint sounds of her suction, but she was going slow enough and the video was loud enough nobody else would hear.

We continued like this for a couple minutes. I could tell Alexis was having fun teasing me, and I was resisting the pleasure to gain some semblance of control. After a moment of one method, she would switch her strategy, making me hornier while my release was not coming any closer. She would take me in as deep as she could, but then she would pull back, tickling my glans with the tip of her tongue, barely caressing my slit. She would continue doing this back and forth for a bit. After, she would bob her head onto the first few inches, sucking aggressively. Then, when she wanted to catch her breath, she would just nibble on my shaft, gently biting down on me. I reacted most to her biting, and so she continued to do it. It wasn't like the usual pleasure of head, instead of wanting more, I was reactive and squirmed away from her. Regardless, because of her tight grip and where we were, I couldn't escape her embrace.

Following even more repetitions of her routine, I began to feel that slight tightening in my loins and shaft, telling me if we continued I would cum. I was nearing the point of no return, where my inhibitions would completely dissolve and I would reach orgasm unconcerned about the rest of the class and their reactions. I dreamed holding her head down, pushing myself into her throat, releasing my pent up frustration inside of her. Then I noticed the time. It was 7:59. Shit.

I pushed Alexis back a bit and whispered hastily, "Get up, class is over." To my surprise she didn't resist. She slid back into her seat and wiped her mouth while I hastily pulled my pants back on. Besides both of us being a little red and out of breath, we were surprisingly inconspicuous. We would be safe as long as no one noticed the puddle of saliva and precum that sat beneath my legs. When the bell chimed, we pretended as if nothing happened. The video stopped, I turned on the lights, everyone packed up, and then we all filed out of the lecture hall.

Alexis and I walked out of the classroom like nothing had happened; but underneath my clothes, my erection was pressed against my stomach snugly, begging for escape. Our misdeeds had enraged it, and it was swollen and aching from the built up pressure. Every step forward rubbed my clothes against my cockhead, forcing me to hold back winces and moans. Alexis seemed blissfully unaware, walking through the halls briskly, dragging me in tow by my hand. I endured the discomfort but it seemed like Alexis expected me to endure much longer than I could.

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Once we both got into the car, the first thing I did was pull my pants down again. My dick buoyed up from its constraints and waved in the air. I sighed in relief but it was still dark and swollen, desperate for release. She looked over with a smirk, obviously delighted by my dependence on her.

I looked at Alexis desperately. "Please?" I panted.

"Hmmm..." Then she smiled. "I'm good! My mouth is a little sore."

"Wha-But this is your fault." I sputtered.

"Well, you didn't want to earlier." She said sweetly. She was luxuriating in my pleas. She stared at me intently while I searched for a counter argument, the best I could muster were some weak groans of frustration. Then I felt her gaze shift down to my cock again, and I saw her smile a little wider. "Unless... Maybe there's something you can do for me."

"Anything."

"Kiss me."

I considered the fact that she had just given me head, but by now I was so desirous I didn't care. I was disappointed by her response of continued toying, but I also knew her. If I could get her horny enough she would do anything with me. I leaned over, my dick still protruding excitedly, and held the side of her face. I didn't waste time with gradually escalating the kiss, I started by entering her mouth with my tongue. She quickly got into it, reciprocating the kiss. Our tongues danced with each other, gliding along, caressing, intertwining. Her mouth opened wider so that I could get closer, and I could feel her breath start to speed up. Warm puffs of air tickled my lips and made her mouth feel like it was aflame.

I moved my hand down from her cheek and grabbed her breast with my right hand. It filled my hand completely, fat spilling out between my active fingers. I was clawing her chest like it was the edge of a cliff, holding on tightly, pulling it towards me. I was being rougher with her than I should've been, but she didn't protest beyond quiet mewls intermittent with her gasps into my mouth. I slipped my hand under her shirt and moved back up to her breasts, gently prying her bra off so that I could move it. I slid it so that it sat above her breast, enabling her fat to roll out of its cage. Soft dough fell heavily onto my excited hand. I squeezed tightly, rolling her nipple around between my fingers. She yelped when I did, but she didn't do anything except kiss me harder and put a hand on the back of my neck. She pulled me into the kiss further, forcing our mouths to mash.

Normally, I would wait longer and be more gradual with her, but I was impatient and I knew she had already been horny to be so promiscuous inside. After massaging her tits with my hand for a minute more or so, I slid it down further and infiltrated her sweatpants and underwear. The air in her panties was humid and warm. Her skin leading down to her sex was hot to the touch like a feverish forehead. She moved her hand from my neck to my wrist and grabbed it, but by the time she started to protest, I was already cupping her vagina. I gently rubbed back and forth, with her clit between my index and middle fingers, massaging her outer labia. The second I made contact with her I felt the strength leave her body in cathartic exhales and I knew she had begun to surrender.

She put a hand on my chest weakly and pushed, pleading, "Wait, not here." I disregarded her and moved my osculations down to her jawline and neck, nuzzling her skin. I could smell her perfume.

"The windows are tinted." I punctuated each word with a kiss. "Nobody will know." Before she could come up with any argument, although I doubt it would have been viable in our current state, I found her opening and plunged my middle finger inside of her.

"Ah-hhn"

"Do you want to stop?" I asked this into her neck while slowly moving my finger inside of her, bending it so that I was stroking her G-spot.

"Mmnnh"

"Do you?" I emphasized the question by slipping my ring finger inside as well. I gestured harder and faster in a come-hither motion, finding my rhythm by listening to her respirations. I could feel her desire dripping down my hand and her thighs, but when she showed no signs of answering me after about thirty seconds, I leaned back from her and stopped moving my hand. I retreated my other hand from the inside of her shirt. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at me with annoyance.

"Why did you stop?" She whined.

"I thought you said not here." I spoke plainly, but we both knew I was toying with her as revenge for earlier. "Even though you're fucking soaked." I jabbed.

She made a pouty face and looked away from me, "Fine, stop."

"I know you don't want me to."

"Just- just do what you want."

I decided to cede and used the hand not inside of her to turn her head. I placated her attitude by resuming the masturbation and initiating a soulful kiss. Alexis responded by reciprocating the intimacy and letting her hands wander my body. They circulated around my shoulders and neck, feeling the muscles tense as I pleasured her. We devoured the other's mouths, intermixing our slaver. Each time I moved my hand, I could feel the ricochets of her pleasure with my mouth, her irregular breathing and moans were a result of her being held captive by my technique. She was warm and soft inside, and so wet that I could barely feel any texture, just the pressure of her squeezing me as I kneaded her G-spot with my fingers. I massaged until I felt her breathing speed up and her hands tighten around my traps. I could feel her hands trembling against me, anticipating a release. Then I slowed down almost to a stop, idly waving my fingers inside her.

"Mmmn!" She moaned frustratedly into me.

"Don't worry, you'll get there." I cooed, breaking the kiss for a second.

I waited until she caught her breath, and then reignited our lips. I brought my hand back up to speed, rubbing her. Her frustration caused this time to be quicker than the last. Less than a minute after my resumption, she was already panting and shaking like before, obviously about to cum. I slowed my pace again, this time enough to keep her on edge. At this pace she was seeking pleasure more than air. I was manipulating her just enough to render out her strength but not enough to achieve orgasm. She had become putty in my hands, her hips humping my arm, begging me to finish what I started. I sped up for a final time, letting her believe I would let her cum, but again, I stopped. I broke the kiss, and leaned my forehead against hers just before she reached ecstasy.

"Get in the back."

She was so consumed with desire that she didn't argue, just a desperate, "Mmhm."

I went back first, took off my shoes, and threw my pants and boxers onto the rear floor. As she was climbing over the seats, I guided her with my hands. I positioned her so that she was on her hands and knees facing the door and I was behind her. I pulled her clothes down to her ankles and saw her underwear after so much effort. Little gray cottons that matched her bra. The inside was soaked with her juices, puddling in the middle. I looked at my hand too, it was dripping in lubrication.

"Matching set? You wanted this."

She didn't even try to argue like she normally would. "Hurry up. I can't wait."

"I said you'll get there."

I grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands, gripping the supple flesh. I played with them in my hands, teasing her at the expense of her desperation. Her skin was white and smooth, and in the black interior of the car, looked even paler. Each time I touched her I could feel her shudder and heard a small whimper as her body anticipated mine. I pushed her shirt up her back a bit, exposing more of her, and admired her figure. Her waist was always thin, but in this position it looked so tiny and her ass looked so fat that I couldn't believe she wasn't some pornstar or celebrity. The muscles in her back weren't very defined, but in this position her lower back muscles were flexed and I could see her dimples of venus.

I leaned back and held my penis in my hand, feeling the stiffness and observing its gluttedness. I leaned forward slightly and teased her by rubbing my head on her slit. I was so aroused, and had been hard for so long, that I was practically numb. I could see her wetness spreading onto my tip as I swiped it up and down, glistening in the light filtering in through the windows. She responded to my rubbing by waving her hips seductively, encouraging me to fuck her. Her cunt was practically sucking me in; each time I passed over her gash it was so slimy that the tip slipped in without any resistance.