THURSDAY
John was having his cock sucked. He was stirred awake by the feeling of Clare's tongue rolling around its tip as her lips slid up and down his rock hard shaft. Despite his tiredness and hangover headache, he smiled to himself as he came to his senses.
After a few days of flirting and some fleeting encounters, John and Clare had finally hooked up properly the previous night. Though their drunkenness and tiredness meant it hadn't been the long session they'd fantasised about, both of them had been delighted to release their pent up lust for each other as they fucked.
What Clare didn't know, however, was that John's late arrival in her bedroom was because he'd been hooking up with someone else first. Yes, he'd met Lizzie that evening and headed back to hers for sex before going on to meet Clare. Whilst he knew that this wasn't exactly gentlemanly behaviour, he had come to see the events of the last few days - his first week at university - as about one thing and one thing only: sex. And he didn't think that was going to change any time soon.
John smiled again as he replayed the previous evening's events in his mind, all the while enjoying Clare's superb oral skills under the covers in front of him.
After a minute or two, he lifted the duvet up to reveal Clare's head.
"Hey," he whispered softly to her.
Clare continued sucking on him for a moment before releasing John's cock from her mouth with a slurp and looking up at him.
"Hey to you too," she purred, a wide grin spreading across her face.
She scooted up John's body so she was lying almost on top of him and planted a deep, sensual kiss on his lips. He responded in kind, running his hands down her body as they made out lustfully.
They carried on like this for several minutes, exploring each other's bodies and mouths with their hands and tongues, until Clare broke their kiss and got up off the bed.
"Come and fuck me in the shower?" she asked him with a come hither smile.
John had no intention of refusing and smiled back, but stopped himself for a moment to watch as Clare turned and disappeared into the bathroom. As he surveyed her long, shapely legs, her fit arse, and her incredible body, John felt the same swell of pride and joy that he'd been able to get with her as he had with each of his previous partners that week. When he heard the shower water running, he too got up and headed into the bathroom.
Once inside, John wasted no time getting into the shower with Clare, standing behind her and reaching round to caress her breasts. He groped her like this for a moment but she wanted more and jutted her bum back towards him until his hard cock was nestled between her smooth cheeks.
Saying nothing as the warm water from the shower cascaded onto them, John took his dick in hand and guided it into Clare's wet pussy from behind. They both groaned as it filled her up once more. John reached round and cupped her firm titties again before beginning to ease himself in and out of her.
"That feels so good," purred Clare as John fucked her.
Wanting even more stimulation, she squeezed some shower gel into her hand and rubbed it across her chest. John joined in, lathering her breasts until they were slippery and then running her hands all over them as he continued to work his cock into her. She braced herself against the shower wall to enjoy John's ministrations to the full.
After just a couple of minutes of this, combined with the blowjob he'd got earlier, John was almost ready to cum. Wanting Clare to do so too, he slowed down his fucking and redoubled his efforts on her boobs, twisting and rubbing her nipples harder and eliciting gasps and moans from his partner as she came closer to the edge.
Eventually he moved a hand down Clare's front until he reached her clit. The soft touch of his fingertips was enough to make her climax - she tensed up and moaned loudly, triggering John's own orgasm. His cock spurted deep inside her. He waited a moment, kissing her neck, before he pulled out.
"Thank you," he whispered in her ear.
Clare turned round, her face beaming.
"You too," she said softly.
They showered off in silence, stopping every minute or so to kiss each other. After drying off, they stepped back into Clare's bedroom.
Clare lay down on the bed and watched John as he gathered his clothes from last night and began to get dressed.
"So...I hope we can hook up again soon?" she said after a moment or two.
"Errmm, sure," John replied, not entirely convincingly.
He was thrilled to have finally got with Clare but he didn't want to lead her on. After his exploits so far in freshers' week, he had no intention of getting into an exclusive relationship and wanted to keep putting himself about over the coming days and weeks.
As if reading his mind, Clare looked at him and smiled.
"Look, I know I'm not the only one and I'm not ready to be anyway," she said coyly, "but I really like what we've got started..."
"Me too," John replied much more confidently, a wave of relief washing over him.
But just as he was about to say more, he noticed Clare's alarm clock by the bed: 9:55am. The wave of relief was replaced by a rush of panic.
"Oh shit!" he exclaimed.
"What's up?" Clare asked, looking surprised at John's sudden outburst.
"My intro lecture starts in five minutes - I completely lost track of time."
And with that, John hurriedly did up his trousers and made his way to the door before doubling back and bending down to kiss Clare on the bed.
"I'm really sorry about this," he said, sounding flustered, "but I have to dash to this or I'm going to miss registering for all my courses. I promise we'll get together again soon."
"Go!" she told him, with a smile. "See you soon."
John left Clare's room, his delight at their shared approach to hooking up replaced by the dread of showing up late to his first lecture and course registration. For all that he'd never been top of the class, John had always taken his studies seriously and didn't want to mess up so early on.
The lecture hall was at least a fifteen minute walk away, so John ran with all the speed he could muster, doing his best to power through the tired hangover that was dogging his brain.
He arrived at the hall only five minutes late, but burst through the door so hurriedly that the assembled students and the lecturer all turned round at once to see what the commotion was. John sheepishly walked into the room of two hundred or so people and scanned around looking for a seat. He eventually sat down at the end of a row near the front and felt the eyes of the room move back to the lecture.
The lecturer continued, setting out the course structure for the term ahead in mind-numbing detail as John tried to concentrate. He borrowed a pen off the guy sitting next to him and attempted to make some notes, but he was too tired and still too flustered from running to the lecture to really focus on anything that was being said.
