It's snowing out and you're in the computer lab locking up at the end of your office hours. Your last student just left. It's dark outside and you're worried about driving your new car in the snow. You're also distracted because your favorite student blew off his study session. You wait until like 8:30, and say "Fuck it, I'm going home." Just then the door swings open and he walks in, covered in snow. He locked his keys in his car and he walked about a mile to get there. "I'm really sorry," he says. And you smile and think, "I have him just where I want him."
He's standing in front of you, shivering with no car keys. You wait, look him over, and wait some more, pretending to be mad.
He says "My extra set of keys is at my friend's house. Could you please give me a ride?"
"Now I really have him," you say to yourself. "Sure, but you're driving." And you toss him the keys.
So you both walk out the door and the snow has really picked up. There's like six inches on the ground and the plows are going up and down the street. Your make him walk in front of you, watching his bulky frame going down the steps. Your car is around the corner and when you get to it, you open the trunk and hand the snowbrush to him, cross your arms and wait for him to get to work. "I'm gonna make him earn this ride," you think.
Soon the car's cleaned off, warmed up and you're cruising down the avenue. You're a little nervous and need a smoke, so, without warning him, you reach under his seat and brush your hand against his leg. He jumps a little, and you can see him just turn his head to you in the dark. You pull out a smoke and think, "I've been waiting too long for this; let's fuck with him a little."
You change your mind and decide to put the smokes back, slipping your hand down behind his muscular calf again. When the back of your hand brushes against his pants, you realize they are soaking wet, and cold. "You're freezing. And you're shaking. Are you OK?"
You put both of your hands on top of his thigh and rub it, trying to warm him up. His leg muscles are huge.
Fifteen minutes later you're in the apartment of a friend, another lacrosse player, who is out for the night. You're on the couch and he's in the bathroom, changing into a pair of sweats.
It's a typical college apartment -- foosball table, beer signs, and dirty dishes in the sink. You're coat is off and you are excited but nervous, hands a little clammy. You realize that you are as horny as you've been in a while, and you recall the last time you thought of him, at home, in bed with a vibrator on your clit, imaging his face buried between your legs. You close your eyes for 10 seconds. When you open them, he's standing in front of you.
He's wearing his friend's sweats and a T-shirt, which are both a little small. His waist is at eye-level, and you can see the outline of his cock pushing through the material.
You look up in his face and he's looking down at you, still shivering. Your hands go behind his knees and you pull him closer, grinning up. He looks nervous but you can see that his penis start to grow, pushing the sweats out. You let go of his legs, lean back on the couch and stretch your legs out, wrapping them around his ankles. He's a little unsteady on his feet, probably from being cold, half dressed, and excited. The fact that you're pinning him to the couch helps, too.
Again you look up at him and ask "What's wrong – are you OK," nodding up to his growing cock.
"What do you want to see?" you ask, smiling at him.
He hoarsely whispers, "You."
You unbutton your top button. "Is that enough?"
He shakes is head no.
You remove two more, just showing him your lace bra.
You look down from his face, past his muscular arms and chest and back to the sweats. His cock is pushing out about 9 inches and pulsing up and down. His breathing is heavy and you ask, "Want more?"
You unbutton the rest of your shirt, arch your back and it slides down your sides. Your nipples are sticking up, pushing through your black lace bra. They are rock hard, so hard they hurt. You watch his eyes roam over your tits as you slowly push them together, staring up at him. You put your hand up to his cock and flick it a little. The feeling of the cotton rubbing against the head makes him lean over and groan. You move your legs and he loses his balance, falling on his ass in front of you. This breaks the tension and you both have a laugh.
He gets up on his hands and knees and crawls toward you. You're still leaning back watching him, waiting for his next move.
You slowly sit up. He can't take his eyes off you – looking from your face to your chest. You can tell he's just as horny as you are, maybe more. Before you can sit all the way up, he's pushing you back down with his hands on your shoulders. He puts his face right up to yours – you can smell the snow on him – and starts kissing you hard. Your lips are locked together and you're moaning into mouths, sliding your tongues together, knocking teeth.
This goes on for like 10 minutes, just kissing and sucking on necks, ears and lips.
He's whispering in your ear and sucking on your smooth earlobes. He's telling you how much he's wanted you, how sexy you are and how just being next to you makes him hard. You're saying similar things to him and arch your back again, to take off your bra.
He softly places his big hand on your stomach. "Shhhh, we have plenty of time. My friend won't be home for hours."
You sink back into the couch, and he gets right in front of you and kisses your neck again. Softer this time, more deliberate. He gently runs his lips over you cheeks and the nape of your neck -- nibbling at your skin.
He's on his knees and your legs are on either side of his hips and he leans in and pulls you toward him, until you can feel his cock mashing against your crotch.
Your breath gets ragged when he starts kissing down you collarbone, toward the front of your neck, working his way to the base of the bone and softly running his tongue and lips on your skin.