"Really Adam? If you don't move your ass, we're gonna miss our fucking flight."
The simple solution would have been for Megan, my girlfriend of the past year and a half, to come back and help me with some of the luggage. Instead, she chose to bark orders while I pulled both our suitcases and lugged our carry-ons. Heaven forbid my princess break a nail. Her self-imposed job was to carry her purse and her all-important neck pillow, a must have for the just over 90-minute flight.
Megan and I met at Duke University. She and I were both second year students, and it was at one of the many parties on campus that I noticed Megan looking at me from across the room. From what I recall of that night, she looked great. She had long straight blonde hair, shiny blue eyes, beauty with very little make-up and she had on a Blue Devil's sweatshirt and a pair of leggings.
Her hometown beauty and All-American looks, put her out of my league on my best night, and her loud and boisterous nature made her someone that I wouldn't have pursued even if I thought that I stood a chance, but like lots of great college romances or should I say misadventures, there is always a what if.
My what if started when the blonde-haired beauty and I bumped into each other at the lone beer keg in the house.
"Hey, I'm Megan. I haven't seen you around much." Her voice was shrill like, almost as if when she spoke, she needed others to be aware that she was speaking.
"Adam. Yeah, this is the first party of the year for me."
"ECON, you?" For some reason this beauty felt compelled to tell her major, as if it was an ice breaker.
"Biomedical Engineering."
"Holy shit. That sounds hard."
"It is. That's why I don't get out much."
"It sounds expensive. You full ride?" She meant scholarships, which was exactly the scenario, but considering I would probably never speak to her again, I decided to have a little fun.
"No, wealthy family. After this semester, I plan on doing a lot of partying, smoke a little weed, and travel the world. That is until they kick my ass out of here." This was an outright lie. My family had humble origins and I worked hard to be where I was at. I was on the Dean's List and hoped to be on the Dean's List with Distinction, when I graduated.
"Wow, a rich bad boy! Cool."
We talked a little more, then she made the rounds talking with people in her circle. Every so often my buddy Wheezer, would elbow me letting me know that Megan was looking at me or pointing her finger in my direction while talking with her friends. Something about me had piqued her interest.
On a couple of occasions, I wanted to go over and chat, but Wheezer kept me reeled in. "Careful man, she's a handful. I've heard some crazy stories about her."
The night was loud and rowdy, but in the end, it turned out to be uneventful. With not having any classes the next day, I had a couple beers more than I probably should have, but I wasn't drunk. I knew enough to know that any more might be trouble for me, so I bailed on being Wheezer's wingman and made my way toward the door. I was almost home free, until someone grabbed my arm.
"You leavin so soon?" Megan was holding on to my sleeve.
"Yeah, gonna make an early break for it."
"Walk me home." It wasn't a request, so much as it was a demand.
"Sure."
We walked hand in hand to her dorm, which could actually be seen from the party that we were at. Megan asked me to walk her up and being a gentleman, I did.
Like all the love scenes from any college themed movie, we practically fell through the door kissing and into each other's arms. Megan pulled off her sweatshirt and pants in the blink of an eye. I could feel myself growing, watching her standing there in a set of peachy colored bra and panties, waiting for me as I hopped around on one leg, trying to get my pants off.
When I was finally naked, I sat on the edge of the bed looking at Megan hard little body. She reached behind her back to undo her bra, but as fast as I could I grabbed her arm. "Please, let me."
"Oh, you are a bad boy." She said, lowering her arms down to her sides.
I stood, hooked my fingers into the sides of her panties, and eased them down to the floor. Stepping out of her sexy lingerie, I gathered them into a ball and brought the moist fabric up to my nose.
"You like that bad boy?" Fuckin right I did. Megan would be only the second girl I had ever slept with and my first since I started college.
Pulling the blonde temptress toward me, my hard cock found the cleft between her legs and pushed up toward her wetness. I pulled the hasp on the bra apart releasing a beautiful set of 34B boobs. Her areola and nipples were the lightest pink color that I'd ever seen, including magazines. Megan's mouth tasted of stale smoke and beer, but I was immediately addicted.
Her neck and breasts smelled of her perfume, so I rubbed my face and hands everywhere trying to absorb the scent. Megan squealed with glee as I licked and nibbled at her nipples. As much as I wanted to stay where I was, the hand pushing my head down told me what was next. I pushed her back onto the bed and went to work.
The first few licks were not what I had remembered from the days with Sarah, my high school sweetheart. Our sex was always pre-meditated and well thought out, so we were spotless at all times, but today with Megan it was different. The pissy residue of a girl that had just came from a frat party, coated my tongue, but it didn't last long until the true nectar of her pussy took its place.
