"Let's go up to your room."
"No," came my immediate reply. I shook my head wildly. There was no way I was doing that yet.
"No?" he asked, clearly confused by my adamant answer.
"We can't."
"Why not?"
"Well, my roommate's there," was my lame excuse. It was true, though, which made it probably the only time I was ever happy she was there.
"There are other places we can go, silly," he laughed.
"I don't want to," I confessed.
He raised his eyebrows at me, barely visible in the darkness, but otherwise remained still and silent.
"I mean, I want to, please don't get me wrong, but I just don't think I'm ready to do it yet," I explained, silently pleading him with my eyes to understand.
He frowned. "I think you misunderstood me. I'm not asking to have sex with you yet. I don't want to go too fast either, but I really want to touch you again. Watching you cum was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I want to do it one more time tonight."
I blushed furiously and looked down at my lap. Me? Sexy? I couldn't fathom it.
We were both silent for a minute as I thought things over. Finally, I ventured, "Then why do you want to go upstairs? We could just as easily stay here."
His reply was immediate; it seemed he'd already thought this through. "I want more light so I can see you better. I also want more space. There are things I want us to do that would be difficult in my car."
I didn't have a good answer for that, so I just continued looking at my lap. I was nervous at the thought of him wanting to see me better. What if he tried to undress me? What if he didn't like what he saw? Then there was my roommate and the other people in my dorm. I didn't know where he wanted to go. What if there were people nearby, who could hear whatever we did? I'd be mortified. Then again, he made me feel so good. I wanted to experience that again. Was it worth the risk?
"I don't know if you know this," he said, interrupting my internal monologue, "but when you think really hard you bite your lower lip. It's a huge turn on."
I stopped biting and finally looked up at him. "Okay," I said. "Let's go upstairs."
He leaned forward and kissed me quickly, surprising me. When he pulled back he was smiling. "Perfect."
He threw the blanket back in the backseat, raising goosebumps on my skin as I was suddenly exposed to the cool air again. We both exited the SUV, my knees wobbly as I walked across the pavement. We walked hand in hand to my front door.
My dorm was an old brownstone. We climbed the creaky stairs to the second floor, where my room was, and he led me to the bathroom down the carpeted hallway.
Unlike your typical dormitory, this bathroom was set up much like one in a house would be, with a shower/bathtub combination, sink, counter, and toilet. I also knew for a fact that it was cleaned every day, since the janitor was one of the only people I talked to. Knowing how clean, private, and secluded it was, I didn't feel too badly about using the bathroom to do whatever it was we were about to do.
I followed him obediently into the little white room, standing awkwardly in the middle as he locked the door. When he turned back to me, his eyes were dark and predatory again. I made myself stand still. I wouldn't back down from this.
It took him three steps to cross over to where I was standing. His all black clothing and black combat boots stood in steep contrast to our bright white surroundings. He placed his warm, strong hands on my shoulders and steered me backwards, towards the counter.
"Get up," he ordered. I obediently pushed myself up onto the counter.
The second I was up there, he roughly pushed my knees apart and stood between them, bringing his lips back down to mine in a crushing, passionate kiss. His hands held my hips in place as his tongue pushed past my surprised lips and met mine.
My eyes remained open wide, surprised by his lustful actions. I felt so vulnerable with him between my legs, towering over me like that, holding me so I couldn't squirm away... and it felt amazing. That vulnerable, helpless feeling turned me on more than I would ever have imagined. I shut my eyes, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him back furiously.
The smell of his skin and taste of his mouth intoxicated me, combining with his strength and barely controlled lust to build an ever-increasing warmth inside of me. It grew hotter and hotter until I thought for sure I would erupt like a volcano. Just when I was about to beg him to touch me again, his hands gripped the waistband of my shorts and began tugging downward.
My eyes flew open again and reality hit me like a ton of bricks. I was sitting on the counter in my dorm bathroom with a guy two years older than me, making out like there was no tomorrow, and he was trying to get me naked. I almost stopped him again, but reminded myself that he had promised me we wouldn't have sex until I was ready. I trusted him to keep that promise. Instead of stopping him, I leaned back on my hands and lifted my hips to help him out, our mouths never breaking contact.
Once my shorts dropped to the ground, one of his hands circled around my waist to hold me steady as the other went to my pussy. "God, you're so fucking wet," he groaned, panting into my mouth. He started slowly rubbing my clit with two of his fingers.
I moaned, trying not to be too loud. I could feel little jolts of pleasure running through me at his touch. I never wanted it to stop. I wanted to make him feel as good as he was making me feel.
I leaned forward slowly, taking my weight off of my hands. I continued kissing him, our breaths coming in loud pants, as my hands went to the crotch of his black jeans. I could feel something hard and thick straining against the material. What would it feel like it my bare hands? I started fumbling with the button, clumsy from inexperience at undressing another person, but I finally managed to undo it. I felt a small sense of triumph and moved down to his zipper.
