This story, and the ones that are going to follow it, are my own personal fantasies about this guy that I met on the internet.
Jake sat at his desk. There were books sprawled out everywhere—on the floor, on the desk piled up. While everyone else was out partying, he was stuck here to do work. Even worse, it was for his most dreaded class: Calculus. He sat his pencil down in defeat just as a knock on the door reverberated throughout the room. Wondering who it could possibly be, he got out of the chair he had been positioned in for nearly three hours and went to go find out.
He was shocked at what he found. When he opened the door, he was confronted with Riley, a girl he had known for only a few months and from a few mutual classes. They had hung out a bit after class a few times, had a few in-depth discussions about love and life and the past. He felt they'd really connected, but for a while she seemed distant after their last chat.
She was clad in a sweater and a pair of skin-tight pants. Her legs looked infinite due to her sparkling gold heels. His eyes travelled up from those shoes to the curly blonde hair on her head and back down before he could say anything. "Hey," was the only thing he could think of to say. Why is she here?
"I was just in the neighborhood," she said, brushing past him into his room, "and I thought I'd stop by. I also need a bit of help with homework," Riley added with a smile, turning around to face him. She scanned his bare chest, almost biting her lip.
"Oh, alright," he said, still a bit amazed that the girl he'd been fantasizing about for the past two months was actually in his room. He closed the door.
A little chuckle escaped her throat, and she walked towards him as his back was facing her. When he turned around, she was right there, inches away from him. She smiled slightly, and reached her hands up, taking his face between her hands and pulling it down to her own. Their lips connected softly; he breathed the sweet taste on her tongue and lips and in her breath. She was on her tippy toes, so their faces were at the same height. Her fingers went into his hair as the passion built in the kiss, their lips moving together in an almost pre-choreographed dance that he'd been imagining for weeks.
When she finally pulled away, Jake's eyes slowly opened to see her looking up at him. Her luscious lips were open just a tad, and her breathing was heavier than normal, but so was his. She smiled again, taking away her hands from his face, sliding her fingertips down one arm and to his hand. Riley grasped it and tugged him forward, walking backwards but knowing where she wanted to end up—the layout of the dorms seemed to be all the same. She backed up towards the small bed, and then turned so that he was the one in front of it, pushing him back onto it.
He sat back, holding himself up on his elbows, waiting for what was to come. He'd imagined this so many times, exactly how it happened. She'd slowly start to take off her clothes, baring her soft, luscious skin for his eyes to behold. Then she'd climb on top of him, and one thing would lead to another and soon his face would be between her quivering thighs and her hands would be pushing his face into her.
