"Seriously, Dean, knock it off."
Natalie's tone brooked no room for argument, but her erstwhile companion was as bullheaded as ever.
"C'mon baby! You don't have to study all the time."
Dean, a six-foot-three greek god with curly brown hair ran his long, strong fingers up the back of Natalie's exposed calf. Natalie rolled over in their shared bed, gifting him with a trademark glower. She was petite, tiny next to his giant form, but her five foot stature did little to lessen the impact of her irritation.
"You're such a slut Dean. You may be working on your undergrad, but I'm halfway through the last year of my Master's and I don't have time for your dicking around."
Dean let out a long, dramatic sigh and relented at last.
"Alright babe dang, my bad."
Annoyed or not, Natalie drank in the sight of him as he slipped out of the bed and strode towards the bathroom. He was lean, muscular, and lanky. His spot on the swim team was at least half the reason he was in college in the first place. If she was honest with herself, it was a good part of why he shared Nat's bed too.
He shuffled away like a kid with a broken toy, and she felt a pang of guilt. Still, she had three papers and about a thousand pages to read before Monday, and she'd worked too damn hard to give up now. She returned to her book, a particularly dry read regarding the gradual conversion of mankind to patriarchal religious structures. She made it through a few pages before Dean started belting twangy, stereotypical country tunes in the shower.
The fourth time she re-read the same sentence she took off her thick, blue-framed glasses and put her head down on the page with exasperation. Glancing at her smartphone, she saw it was already nearly nine in the morning. Her Social Constructs class was in forty minutes, and it didn't seem she'd be making any headway before then.
Instead, she slid to the edge of the bed and hopped down. Her hundred-pound body made no sound as she padded across the worn linoleum of her dorm room to the bathroom. She passed through the open door, Dean wasn't shy, and paused a moment in front of her bathroom mirror. Her dirty blonde hair was up in the messy bun where she'd put it sometime on Saturday morning.
She turned this way and that, looking herself over. She was wearing a green tank top and a pair of pink shorts with teddy bears on them. She was bra-less, as usual, since her pert B-cups did all the work of staying up by themselves. She examined herself, over-all pleased with what she saw. A youth spent traipsing around outdoors, coupled with a health-conscious attitude she'd been developing since high school had lent her a fit, trim physique.
She stripped down her shorts, and slid her tank top over her head, shivering a little as the fabric brushed across her twin nipple piercings. The thin metal bars were a present to herself at eighteen and the pleasure she'd gotten from them during the past six years was well worth the pain she'd gone through at the time.
Dean didn't hear her climb into the small shower behind him, so she took a moment to admire his naked form. He was a hunk, to be sure. His not-quite-six-pack abs spoke of a fondness for beer, and his hairless chest, arms, and legs suggested a vanity that he certainly lived up to. He turned to face her, head upturned, and rinsed sudsy shampoo from his dark hair. Natalie's eye lit up at the sight of his greatest perk.
She was no stranger to the naked male form, but Dean was definitely one of her all-time favorites. She licked her lips, he definitely had something going for himself.
Natalie reached her hands up and placed them on Dean's pecs, her soft touch making him jump, and then grin.
"Can I join you?"
Dean squinted through the water, a massive grin making itself at home on his face.
"Course babe, come on in."
She slid her hands slowly down his chest, not breaking eye contact, until she found was she was looking for. Dean's rapidly hardening cock was already thick enough that she couldn't close her small fingers around it. He reached full size in the span of a few heartbeats, heartbeats she could feel pumping through his groin.
"Somebody's happy to see me."
She worked her hands up and down his smooth skin, taking delight in the way he shivered at her touch. Heat built between her thighs, already wet from more than just the shower.
Dean wasted no time grabbing hold of her hips and pulling her to him. Their height difference, irrelevant on the bed, now made itself abundantly clear. His package pressed against her stomach, finding a nice resting point that stretched from her midsection up above the base of her breasts. Anticipation brought a flush to her cheeks and her heart picked up the pace.
She brought her upper arms closer together, enveloping the head of his cock in her cleavage while she continued to stroke him softly.
Dean's eyes fluttered shut as warm wet skin and soft hands started to shut down his higher brain functions. Natalie leaned in and decorated Dean's chest with soft slow kisses, her plump lips and inquiring tongue tracing the lines and ridges of his muscles. Her newly lowered chest wrapped Her pulsing plaything in it's embrace and she moved her hands to her breasts, pushing them together and running her fingers lightly across her hardening nipples.
He tried to lean in for a kiss but found her tiny palm in his face instead. She pushed his head back and extricated herself delicately from his embrace.
"Down boy, we have to make this quick, I can't be late for class again."
Dean pouted a moment, but his lust-filled eyes didn't lose their hungry gleam.
"You can make up the foreplay when i get home later."
His mumbled response was lost in a moan as she slid further down and pressed her tightly closed lips against the head of Dean's cock. She licked her lips, roughly circling the tip of him with her tongue and smiled as his body jerked in response.
She made a few more circles, feeling his body tense with building pressure. Finally though, she quit teasing him and took the plunge.
She thrust his cock into her mouth, forcing her tights lips over him and taking as much as she could. He filled her mouth easily, the tip of him hitting her throat with two inches or so to spare. She bobbed upwards as swiftly as she'd gone down on him, letting her saliva moisten his stiff cock before pushing down once more. She didn't stop this time, pushing herself down on him until he entered her throat and cut off her air supply. She held it as long as she could, relishing the light-headed thrill of him in her throat before pulling back.
Natalie worked her lips and tongue up and down his shaft, moving one of her hands to grip the base of his cock and stroking firmly in time with her sucking. Her pussy was throbbing. She could feel her heartbeat in her labia and the space between her thighs was a furnace of passion.
Natalie's free hand left her tender breast and snaked downwards.Her delicate fingers slid up and down her soaking slit. She'd never been ashamed of pleasuring herself, it just wasn't in her nature. She made no attempt to hide it from Dean and, as it had with many of her previous lovers, she found it drove him wild.
Today was no different.
The moment she slid her hand between her thighs she heard him groan softly and his cock twitched inside her mouth once again. His obvious excitement only served to motivate her.
Her lips gently parted and she dipped first one, then a second finger inside her pussy. She slid them in and out, dragging her fingers roughly across her clit with each stroke and squirming with pleasure.
She took him deep in her throat again, gagging but holding her head steady while rubbing swift, tight circles around her clit. Her hand, having moved from his cock to his thigh, tightened fiercely as her climax started to build inside her.
She could feel Dean's cock swelling and knew he was close as well.
Her pussy ached to be filled, but not only was she short on time, he was clearly ready to go already. Instead, she opted to give him a treat and returned to bobbing up and down on his cock.
Dean's hands found her shoulders, locking on with a sure grip that meant he was getting close. She increased her speed. Faster and faster, up and down. She wrapped both hands around his shaft, working them up and down as she focused her mouth almost exclusively on the head of his cock.
"F-fuck Nat, I'm close."
She pulled back, her smooth hands never slowing. His head was bowed and his eyes were tightly closed as her fingers worked from the base of him all the way up and over the tip.
"Come for me."
Her sultry tone sent him over the edge and thick ropes of cum erupted from his trembling member. She flinched ever-so-slightly as a strand hit her cheek, but most of it landed on her breasts and neck.
She smiled and slowed her pace, still stroking him and watching him buck wildly from hypersensitivity until every last drop was clear of him. With a smile she popped his slowly softening member back into her mouth, sucking gently to draw him deep into her mouth and massaging him with her tongue once again. The briney taste of his cum wasn't her favorite, but she didn't mind it in small doses. Especially when she was this worked up.
The falling water of the shower made short work of washing her clean, but she massaged and kneaded her breasts as much for her own pleasure as to hurry the process along.
The evidence of their frolick rinsed away, she stood and planted a kiss on her lover's cheek.
"Hey what a minute, I think it's your turn..."
Dean's hands brushed the hair from her face, then travelled down her body towards her hips.
"Ah ah, no time lover. Make it up to me tonight?"
If Dean had his way she'd be here till noon, and she hadn't been joking about missing class.
He narrowed his eyes a little, but agreed.
"Good, now scoot over you're taking all the hot water."
Natalie left her clothes on the floor when she stepped out of the shower a few minutes later, breezing into her bedroom to put on a fresh outfit for the day. She opted for slim, hip-hugging jeans shorts and her favorite tank-top. The shirt, banded in black, red, and gold, matched the German flag of her homeland.
Natalie lifted her backpack and her gym bag from their resting place on her desk and slung them onto her back and shoulder respectively. Dean was still dallying in the bathroom when the door closed behind her. Out in the hall his singing was replaced with the relative silence of a college campus before noon.
She chewed on her bottom lip as she descended the stairs and pushed through double-glass doors out onto the sidewalks of Carbondale, Illinois. The weather was gorgeous, sunny and seventy-five with just enough of a breeze out of the Southwest to keep you from sweating.
She took a deep breath of the fragrant fall air and reminisced about how different things would be looking back home in Bennigsen. It was mid-evening back home and her family was likely just sitting down to dinner. Homesickness hit her like a hunger pang so she forced her loved ones back out of her mind.
Almost her entire American experience had been at university. From doing her undergraduate work in Kentucky to here at the Southern Illinois University's Carbondale campus, where she was pursuing her master's degree in Anthropology and Archaeology.
She'd cooled off by the time she passed the gym, her wet hair the only remaining evidence of her steamy morning activities. The thought of Dean brought a half-smile to her lips.
