Dana Gets Laid

Dana's encounter with Randy was the first story I posted on Literotica. It was an excerpt from the larger story of Dana's sexual adventures after her escape from her small home town. Now that I've decided to post the whole thing, I've restored this story to its proper place in the context of the larger story. I hope you enjoy it. All the usual caveats and disclaimers apply.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Dana

got

a lot more sex over the next three weeks. She didn't get laid every time she wanted it, though she managed two or three times a week. Practicalities like finding a room vacant or arranging for Zoe or Darren's roommate, Bobby, to give them some privacy had to be dealt with. Zoe was good about vacating the room, at least when she wasn't planning on entertaining her own lover there.

Bobby was also accommodating. More than once Dana stood by, blushing, as Bobby gathered his things and departed for the library or elsewhere for a few hours. He never seemed put out by it, though once or twice he politely but firmly refused. It embarrassed Dana to know that Bobby knew he was leaving so that Darren could have sex with Dana, but it also excited her. And sometimes Bobby and Zoe took advantage of Dana's absence to make their own fun.

She was pretty sure most of Darren's neighbors knew as well. None of them said said anything to her about it, but the knowing looks she got a few times, and some overheard comments made it plain: they knew. And to be honest, that excited her as well. Zoe wasn't the only one with an exhibitionist kink.

Now she stood knocking at Darren's door again with no response. It was about five on Friday afternoon and the dorm hallways were mostly deserted. She concluded that he wasn't home when the door to her right opened and a guy stuck his head out. "Darren's not here," he said. He was short, about Dana's height, with curly blond hair and blue eyes."He went home for the weekend."

"Right," Dana said, feeling a hollow disappointment. Now that he'd mentioned it she remembered Darren telling her he was going to be away this weekend. Some kind of family event. "I remember now."

The guy stepped out of his room. He was definitely no taller than Dana, maybe even a fraction shorter. But sturdy. A solid torso and heavy arms and legs. Something about him made her think of a wrestler. He held an open paperback book in one hand, his index finger marking his place.

He presented his free hand. "I'm Randy," he said. His grip, when she took his hand, was strong.

"I'm Dana."

"Darren's girlfriend?"

Dana wasn't sure how to answer that. She hesitated, then said, "Sort of, I guess."

Was it her imagination or did Randy's attention become more focused? She got the impression he was really seeing her for the first time as a person, not just an interruption. He let the paperback fall closed.

"Sorry. That wasn't a trick question," Randy said. "Friend of his, anyhow?"

"Yeah," Dana said. "Yeah, I am." She chewed her lip for a moment, then added, "I guess I'll be going." She'd been hoping to make love with Darren. Now she had nothing to look forward to all weekend.

"You sure about that?" Randy asked. He glanced into his room. "It's about to come down in buckets out there." He gestured for her to come look.

Dana closed the distance until she could see thru the doorway of his room. Through the window she could see dark clouds piling up, and tree limbs waving in the rising wind as the light faded. It had looked like rain on the walk over here, but Randy was right. It was about to pour.

"Come on in and sit down," Randy suggested. "I've got beer. You can wait out the storm in comfort or get soaked running back to your dorm."

"Well," Dana said, "when you put it like that...."

"Great," Randy said. He entered the room ahead of her. He put the book down on a desk, grabbed a couple of discarded pieces of clothing and tossed them into a hamper, then pulled the chairs away from the desks on opposite walls of the room and placed them together. "Have a seat."

Dana sat. She unslung her backpack and placed it on the floor by her feet. The room was fairly tidy, now that the dirty clothes were put away. It had a distinct scent she didn't recognize but liked. There was an incense burner on one of the desks, presumably the source of the scent.

Randy knelt in front of a tiny fridge.

"I don't drink beer," Dana said abruptly.

Randy shrugged and opened the fridge. "How about a Coke?"

"Yes, please," Dana said.

Randy rose with a Coke in each hand, pushed the fridge door closed with his foot and offered Dana one of the cans. He sat down beside her, popping his own drink open.

"No beer?" Dana asked, teasing just a little.

Randy shook his head. "I don't drink alone." He raised his can. "Cheers!"

Dana tapped her can against his. "Cheers."

"So," Randy said after a sip. "How do you know Darren?"

"My roommate introduced us. How do you—never mind," Dana said, shaking her head at her own slowwittedness.

Randy smiled. "Luck of the draw. He's pretty good suite mate, fortunately. All of the guys are, really."

"Suite mate?" Dana asked. She glanced at the door to the bathroom, realizing that this room shared the bathroom with Darren's room. She looked at Randy again, sharply, wondering. Was it he she'd spoken to in the bathroom, the neighbor who had been so impressed by the noises from Darren's room?

His face gave nothing away. Noting her scrutiny, he said, "What is it?"

Dana wanted to ask him.

Did you call me a hot fuck?

But what if it wasn't him? It would be embarrassing to bring it up if he wasn't the guy. It would be embarrassing if he

was

the guy, for that matter. She shook her head. "Nothing."

Randy shrugged and took a drink. "So what classes are you taking, Dana?"

She grabbed that conversational life jacket with both hands, happy to talk about something innocuous. She described her schedule, and asked about his. They compared their choices, and their experiences as freshmen.

The light in the window faded until it almost as dark as night. Thunder muttered in the distance, followed by the first patter of rain on the window. It abruptly turned into a heavy downpour and the thunder got loud enough to rattle the window.

Dana turned her head to watch the storm occasionally. "I love thunderstorms," she said.

"Yeah?"

When she looked back at Randy, he was little more than a silhouette. She hadn't realized how dark it was in his room with the storm at its peak. "Yeah," she said. "I was scared of them when I was little, but my dad took me out on the porch one night and held me while we watched the rain and the lightning. It was scary still, but I liked it. I love them now."

She shivered. The storm had cooled things down.

"Cold?" Randy asked. He didn't wait for an answer. He moved his chair closer and draped an arm around her shoulders.

It wasn't a particularly subtle move. Dana felt a stirring of anxiety. Did she want him to hit on her? He seemed nice enough, but was that enough? She'd come here hoping to have sex with Darren. He wasn't around, but Randy was and he was clearly interested. Was she?

She didn't know yet, but he was warm and it did help. Dana leaned into him a little, enjoying the warmth of his body. "Thanks," she said.

"No problem," Randy said. "That was cool, how your dad handled that."

Dana nodded. "It was."

The conversation slowed down. They kept to safe topics, exchanging sentences at longer and longer intervals. The storm reached its crescendo and began to lose strength as they talked. They snuggled closer, becoming more intimate. Dana watched the storm outside while she wrestled with her feelings.

She was horny. She had no doubt that she could have sex with Randy if she wanted. But what about Darren? They hadn't said anything about being exclusive. But they hadn't said anything about

not

being exclusive. She wondered how that excuse would fly with Darren.

"What are you thinking about?" Randy asked.

Dana felt her throat close up, all the words she

could

say piling up in a logjam, choking her into silence. It was a familiar sensation, but one that she had recently grown to hate. She licked her lips, chewed her lip for a moment. Cleared her throat. Stalling tactics, all, drawing out the hated silence.

Say it

, she told herself.

Just say it!

"S-sex," she said. "I'm thinking about sex."

"Yeah?" Randy asked. He studied her face closely. His teeth flashed in a grin. "Pro or con?"

Dana laughed. "Pro. Definitely pro."

"That's good to know," Randy said. He leaned in to kiss her. His lips brushed hers, retreated slightly, then met hers again more firmly. Dana leaned into the kiss, wanting it, wanting more. She let her tongue tip caress his lips, then move deeper. He returned the kiss with enthusiasm.

Dana found herself pulled into his arms and kissed very thoroughly. Her heart raced and butterflies danced in her belly, a familiar mingling of anxiety and arousal. The thought that she might very soon be having sex again—and with a stranger at that—was exhilarating and terrifying in equal measure. Her desire for pleasure wrestled with the conventions she'd been raised to observe, summoning up the disapproving looks and whispered words she'd witnessed many times.

Slut

. The word ricocheted through her thoughts, dimming her pleasure in the moment.

For an instant she saw herself the way she knew her home town would have. She'd already fallen, sinning with Darren, succumbing to lust. Now she was about to tumble into bed with

another

stranger! An acquaintance if not a friend of Darren's, no less. Shameless.

Randy trailed kisses along her cheek to nuzzle her neck and nip at her earlobe. The sensation of his breath against her skin, the brush of his lips and tongue, the way his teeth skirted the boundary between pleasure and pain touched something deep inside her. She shuddered with renewed arousal.

He cupped her breast in his hand, caressing her, his thumb stroking her nipple through her clothing. She responded, her nipples hardening. His touch was confident, certain that she would enjoy it—not the tentative, furtive touches she'd experienced with Mike. Randy knew what he wanted and wasn't afraid to show it; more, he knew what

she

wanted.

That turned her on more than she could express. Her desire roared back to life, drowning her doubts along with the voices counseling caution and restraint. She'd come here to get laid and she was going to

get

laid. Darren wasn't here, but Randy was. He was attractive, he was definitely interested, and she was confident he could give her the fucking she wanted.

She used her mouth on his earlobe and neck and grinned when she heard him catch his breath. She captured his mouth and resumed the long, deep kisses she enjoyed. She grabbed at the fabric of his t-shirt, pulling it free of his jeans. His belly was warm, hard muscled. Her fingers slid upwards beneath his shirt to find and toy with a nipple.

Randy drew another audible breath. "Oh yeah?" he whispered.

A moment later his hand was beneath

her

t-shirt, pushing her bra up out of the way as he fondled her breasts, brushing her erect nipples with the palm of his hand. He pulled away from her kisses long enough to brush his cheek against hers before nibbling on her earlobe. Dana shivered, her questing hand going still.

Randy leaned down to take Dana's nipple into his mouth. The suction of his lips and the flickering touch of his tongue sent thrills through her body. "Oh god," Dana muttered. She arched her back, offering herself to him, wanting him to continue. He gave her what she wanted for another few moments, then straightened up again.

Dana opened her eyes to see him watching her, a pleased smile on his face. He enjoyed the effect he was having on her. Well, she was enjoying it too. But she wanted more.

She rose from her chair to pivot on one foot and straddle Randy's lap, holding his gaze. She wanted him to see just how aroused she was now. She peeled her t-shirt off, then her bra. She she groped for his hands without breaking their gaze, found them, and pressed them against her breasts.

"Nice," Randy said, caressing her breasts.

"Glad you like them," Dana replied.

"I do," Randy said, "but that's not what I meant. I like a girl who knows what she wants."

Dana smiled. "I know

exactly

what I want."

She tugged at his shirt, pulling it free of his jeans, then up over his head and off. When his hands were free again, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a fierce embrace and an equally fierce kiss. He explored her lips and mouth aggressively.

Dana rocked against him, enjoying the kiss, and excited by the feel of her bare breasts against his chest. The hard lump in his jeans rubbed against her Mons through her own jeans, adding to her excitement. She wanted to feel him against her with no barriers between them, wanted to feel him

inside

her.

She pulled away from the kiss. She fumbled with his belt for a moment, then got it unbuckled. By that time Randy was doing the same for her. They got as far as partially unzipping one another's jeans and it was obvious that they couldn't get any farther while she remained on his lap.

Dana stood up, never breaking eye contact with Randy. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her jeans and underwear and pushed them down to her ankles. She kicked off her shoes and stepped out of her jeans. Randy's gaze dropped to take in her nudity before he met her eyes again. His lips moved silently, but Dana could make out the one word.

Wow.

He kicked off his own shoes, then hastily removed his own jeans and underwear. Dana gave him the same once-over he'd given her. He was stocky, with thick arms and legs, strong but not with the exaggerated muscles of a bodybuilder. Her first impression of him—that he looked like a wrestler—was only reinforced by his appearance and by the memory of powerful abdominals under her fingertips even if they weren't visible.

He was shaved, his cock and balls completely bare. His cock was hard. It wasn't particularly long, definitely not as long as Darren's, but quite thick, and it looked none she'd ever seen before, the bulbous head covered by skin. She wondered what it felt like.

"Your first uncut cock?"

Dana glanced up, realized she'd been staring, and felt her cheeks grow hot. "Uncut?" she asked.

"Uncircumcised," Randy clarified.

"Uh, yeah," Dana mumbled, cheeks flaming with embarrassment at her reaction. Now that he'd explained, it seemed obvious. She knew most guys in the US were circumcised. She'd just never really

thought

about it, and certainly hadn't run into an...uncut cock before. In her extensive experience.

"It's not a problem, is it?"

Randy's question startled her. "Why would it be a problem?"

Randy shrugged, but she suspected the question meant more to him than she knew. "No," Dana said, meaning it. She wanted to fuck him. He should know that. But maybe she should show him.

She resumed her seat again. His cocknestled into her pubic hair as she settled onto his lap. She pressed her body against his, grinding her Mons against his erection. "It's not a problem. I want you to fuck me."

Her heart was thudding in her breast. Her hands would be trembling with mingled nervousness and excitement if they weren't pressed against Randy's face as she kissed him. His hands roamed her body as they kissed, his touch inflaming her senses. She felt incredibly bold and sexy, and desperately eager to have sex with him.

Randy twisted his mouth away from hers. "Arms around my neck," he whispered.

Without waiting for a reply, Randy's hands clasped her buttocks. He leaned forward, then stood. Dana gasped in surprise and alarm, flinging her arms around his neck. As an afterthought, she wrapped her legs around his hips as well.

She needn't have worried. He supported her weight with no apparent effort as he moved around the room. It was only when he approached the open door of his room that Dana realized she hadn't given a moment's thought to the open door of his room. She'd stripped naked and rubbed herself against Randy when anyone passing by could have seen her. It embarrassed her, but not nearly as much as it aroused her to imagine witnesses to her wantonness.

Randy supported her weight with one hand long enough to close and lock the door. Then he stopped at his desk long enough to start some music playing on his laptop. Finally he took the few steps to the side of his bed. He leaned over to lower her onto the center of the bed with the same casual strength.

She leaned back on her elbows, legs spread, watching him. She imagined him throwing himself on her, fucking her hard and fast. The thought sent her pulse racing even faster. He didn't.

He settled onto the edge of the bed and leaned over to kiss her thoroughly. Fingertips glided up the inside of her thigh to find her wet and open and wanting. She groaned and clamped her thighs to hold his hand in place.

Randy chuckled. "Hold that thought, gorgeous." He pulled his hand free.

"Wh-what?" Dana stumbled over the word, consumed by frustration. She couldn't remember ever being this desperate before. What was he doing?

Randy opened his bedside drawer and placed a box of condoms on the tabletop. It seemed to take forever for him to fish a package from the box, open it, and roll it onto his cock. Dana reached for him making 'grabby hands' gestures. "Hurry up," she demanded.

Randy laughed and rolled into her arms with another kiss, propped on his elbows and knees, belly to belly. Dana could feel his hard cock pinned between them, poised to penetrate her with only a little movement. She held him against her body, half afraid he'd find another excuse to delay.

"Don't you know it's not polite to leave a lady waiting?" Dana said softly, looking into his eyes from only inches away.

"My apologies," Randy said. He moved against her, the blunt tip of his cock sliding over the slippery, open lips of her pussy once, twice before parting them. He pressed forward slowly, driving deeper.

His cock felt huge, thicker by far than any other she'd taken. For a terrible instant Dana feared it was

too

big, that she wouldn't enjoy this at all. But only for an instant. In fact, the slippery friction as he drove relentlessly deeper felt better with every passing moment.

Randy groaned as he bottomed out, balls deep in her pussy. "God, you're tight," he murmured.

She thought it was more that he had a fat cock, but really—who cared? They were both happy with the result. It was nice to feel such a big cock inside her, but she wanted more. "Less talking," she suggested. "More fucking."

Randy took her at her word. He pulled back, the delicious sensation of that huge cock moving inside her pussy reigniting her desire. He drove back inside her, a little faster than before. Dana moaned in pleasure, wrapping her arms more tightly around his torso, wanting him closer still. With every thrust, he fucked her a little faster, a little harder.

Her pleasure mounted rapidly. She felt stretched by his girth, but in a wonderful, pleasurable way. She clung to him, panting as the tension in her body wound higher. Her pants turned into whimpers as she neared her peak—and then she tumbled over the edge, lost in the bliss of her orgasm. It burned through her like fire and left her shaking afterward.

Randy paused in his efforts. Dana wrapped her legs around his hips, rocking against him. "Don't stop," she demanded. Or maybe begged. "Please don't stop." Her orgasm had only whetted her desire. She was still powerfully aroused and knew from experience that she could come again easily.