College isn't all it's cracked up to be. I'm nearing the end of my fourth semester, my roommate is fucking crazy, and I haven't had sex since graduation night of high school! In the northeast, in the beginning of April, sharp air hits my face and cuts my lungs. I knew only wearing this stupid sweater wouldn't be warm enough for the walk to campus. I pull my hat lower and trudge against the wind. I'm walking quickly, which isn't always the best idea for my clumsy ass, and I hit right into someone. A tall someone. A tall someone who smells like mint and cologne.
"Oof," I manage, stunned and stumbling back.
He barely looks at me while he's on the phone. I dropped my books, and he bends over to hand them back to me. He's on the phone, but I notice his golden-brown eyes and dark hair first. My eyes roam lower to see grown out stubble and white teeth.
"I said I'd be there, didn't I?" he demands into the phone.
He looks at me for a split second, his mouth opens and then something behind me catches his attention. Scowling, he waves at someone behind me. I turn around to see a beautiful blonde sauntering up to him. She's a toothpick in black stockings and a short black skirt. I roll my eyes and walk away.
After 2 classes and a paper, I was ready to go out. My roommate may be crazy, but she can get us into all the parties.
"You ready?" she asks, already pregaming, handing me a drink.
"Almost," I respond, downing the cup in one go. I wince. "Damn, what did you put in here?"
"Everything," she giggles.
I slip me feet into black pointy flats and we're off. I want to get laid tonight. No, more than laid. I want to get fucked so hard I hear colors and forget my own name. I take one last look in the mirror. I squeezed my size 10 ass into the tightest pair of high waisted, ripped denim that I own and paired it with low cut black top that just barely hides my nipples. My breasts are ample and spilling out.
"Let's go, Soph!" my roommate, Kelly, yells.
After we scan our IDs at the door, the frat boy opens it.
"Look for me later," he says. I wink. Yeah, that drink she made for me earlier is working. I don't wink at people. Ever. In fact, after he saw me wink, he's probably hoping I don't remember him later. He's ok. Short, stalky, blonde hair, but I'm in the mood for a tall drink of water tonight. A tall drink of water with dark hair and golden eyes.
Inside, Kelly pulls me to the keg. Her hookup from last weekend is schmoozing all over some girl and I see the wheels turning. I disengage quickly, grab two drinks, and fade into a different room. As I'm stepping over the threshold into the dining room, I hear her start.
"Who the FUCK is this, Kevin?"
I'm gulping down beer like I like it. I don't. In fact, anything that looks piss I usually don't fuck with, but I'm not picky tonight. I see a lot of guys in groups look me up and down. Some turn back around, fuckers, and some have lingering eyes. I smile to myself. The jeans are working.
I'm on my second cup now, and I find a group of girls from my English class. We're pretty tuned so we sway beer brave hips around and around. When I notice my cups empty, I disappear from this group to refill. Kelly isn't in the kitchen anymore and neither is Kevin. I wonder if she's hate fucking him in the bathroom.
I'm getting hot, from the temperature not from picturing Kelly and Kevin bumping hips, so after I grab a refill, I exit out the backdoor for a breather. Only a few people are outside. Two are in the far end of the yard laughing and two are to the
right of me arguing. I plop my drunk ass down on the steps and ignore both couples which proves to be a little harder than I hoped.
"I told you," he states indifferently.
"I thought you'd change. It's been nine months!"
"I never said I'd be your boyfriend, Cassidy. I specifically told you that I wasn't." Harsh, but I get it I thought to myself.
"So you can fuck my brains out every night, cuddle me afterwards, and help me with my school work, but you're not my boyfriend?" I can hear his irritation. I glance over. They're dark shadows still but I can still see he towers over her. His back is against the house, and she has her hands in the air in a what the fuck expression.
"Cass, I'm done with this. I can't give you what you want."
She slaps him and walks away.
"Ouch!" I drunk giggle, and slap my hand over my mouth, still giggling. "I never saw anyone get hit before!"
He's rubbing his cheek and pushes himself off the wall. He grabs the doorknob to go inside but hesitates a moment. He sighs, slumps his shoulders, then turns around and sits on the same step but to the left of me.
"Never?" he asks.
"Can't say I never wanted to. I've had my fair share of douche bag guys tell me they're not my boyfriend."
"I'm not a douche—"
I cut him off with a laugh. "I'm just kidding. If you told her fair and square that you wanted to hit it and quit it then she should have zero expectations." I shrugged.
His laugh is loud as he throws his head back. His teeth are white and his hair is brown. He could do. How do I come onto him without seeming... desperate? I've been out of the game for too long.
"Why are you here alone? Don't you know what happens at these parties?"
"Uh, people get drunk, hook up, dance, have fun?"
He shakes his head and looks at me for the first time since sitting down. "You're far too cute to be by yourself at this party full of piece of shit guys."
I laugh. "Aren't you here, at this party? Doesn't that make you a piece of shit guy?"
"I don't belong to this fucking frat. I don't need to pay for friends."
"So, why are you there then?"
He sighs and runs his fingers through is hair. "I have no fucking idea. Why are you here?" I shrug. Maybe it's the alcohol or my dick starved vagina, but I tell him the truth.
"I'm trying to get laid."
His eyes grow wide and he nods. "Honest. Respectable. What's your name?" he asks.
"Sophie. Yours?"
"Ben."
I smile. "What's your major?"
"Engineering."
I laugh. "Doesn't like every guy major in that?"
He guffaws. "And what's yours, chick lit?"
I feign exasperation. "No!" I giggle before adding, "just regular lit!"
He chuckles. "Predictable."
I stand up to stretch my legs. He stands too. "Wanna get out of here?" he asks lowly.
"Kinda," I respond before he grabs my hand, leads me along the side of the house, and up the street to his car. "Were you drinking?" I ask before getting in.
"Nah," he says, opening the door and disappearing inside. "Not my thing," he responds as I shut my door.
"Well, what is your thing?" I'm buckling up now.
"Fucking." He looks at me and in the dim light of the car. I see him. It's him.
"Hey, I know you! You bumped into me this morning and picked up my books. You were on the phone yelling. You waved to that blonde girl."
He nods. "When I saw you walk in I couldn't believe it. This morning I was so pissed I couldn't get off the phone to say hello properly and when I saw Cassidy behind you I knew I wouldn't get to."
I smile. "You wanted to say hello?"
He nods, gripping my face in his chilled hand. I shiver. "Still up for getting laid, Sophie?"
I giggle. The conversation sobers me. His mouth is inches from mine. "Fuck. Yes."
He starts the engine and we drive 7 minutes to his apartment in silence. I'm wondering what he looks like naked. Does he have at least an average sized cock? God, I hope it's thick. I could handle short and thick, but not a pencil dick. They're the worst. I'm pulled from my thoughts when he shuts off the engine. I open the door, follow him to his apartment, and when we're in he slams the door, pushes me against it, and locks it.
Again, his lips are so close to mine I can smell mint and cologne. His stubble is dark, his eyes are darker, and my hands are in his hair. He grips my hip with one hand and pushes on my lower back with the other. My hips collide with his.
"What do you want, Sophie?" he whispers in my ear without touching me. He popped the button on my jeans.
I moan. "I like when you say my name."
"What do you want me to do to you, Sophie?" He's sliding the zipper down slowly.
"Fuck. I don't even know. What are my options?" Why am I being so awkward right now?
"I can slowly strip your clothes off, throw them around my apartment, touch every inch of your body slowly, make you quiver with my hands, my teeth, my tongue, my cock. I can press into you so slowly it hurts," his hand trails down to my denim covered crotch, spreads his fingers, and pushes up right on my clit, "or I can pound your pussy into my mattress, make you scream my name, grab your hair, fuck your mouth. You tell me." His lips are at my ear and he takes my ear lobe between his teeth.
I groan. "Can't we do it all?" I ask.
He chuckles. "Oh, you're going to be fun."
His hand slides up my side, over my waist, to the sides my breast. He cups it gently while palming my pussy with his other. His hand on my breast reaches for the neck of my top and pulls it down. My breast bounces out.
"Mmmm," he hums before bending down to suck it in his mouth.
I gasp and grab the back of his head. When he bites down on my erect nipple, I bang my head on the door. "I'm gonna make you cum so many times tonight you won't be able to feel your pussy for a week." I don't think that's healthy, but who am I to argue with that kind of challenge.
"You ready?" he asks. I nod my head. Am I ever. He presses the palm of his hand up so hard on my clit that I'm on my tippy toes. "You like this?"
