Danielle stood in front of the third floor apartment door, trying to muster up the courage to knock. She had been here for almost two minutes, psyching herself up, confident in her outfit and overall look, but anxious about her demeanor and what might happen once she got inside.
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She had walked here on shaky knees, anticipating that she would experience her second sexual experience tonight. How far she would go, or how far Brandon would push her to go, is what made her wary.
As she held her position in the middle of the hallway, she thought back to her first experience. Her boyfriend, Jeremy, had coaxed her out of the dance hall and out under the bleachers of the track facility. Having both recently turned eighteen, they were beyond anxious to lose their virginity to each other.
He was a typical high school boy, focused on one thing and one thing only. He laid her on the grass, hiked up her skirt and pulled down her panties. He knelt between her legs and pulled his dick out of his zipper, and entered her awkwardly.
He pawed at her breasts through her dress as she stifled her desire to cry. He was more forceful that she would have preferred, but she did not consider it rape. It was certainly consensual. All of her friends who had lost their virginity already had told her the first time would be unpleasant, so she wasn't honestly expecting anything much better than this anyway.
Within a minute, Jeremy pulled out and shot his cum onto her thighs, before tucking himself back in and leaving her there. As Danielle wiped away tears and ejaculate, she found herself oddly proud for two reasons. For one, she had lost her virginity, which implied a level of maturity. And two, she had done so without getting pregnant.
With that memory providing some courage, she knocked on the door. 'No turning back now,' she thought.
Brandon opened the door with an honest and sincere smile.
"Danielle, I'm so glad you came!" he said cheerfully. Danielle appreciated his demeanor. Seniors in college were so much more mature than senior in high school. If this guy only had one thing on his mind, he sure didn't let on about it.
"Thank you for inviting me, Brandon." She stepped inside and her took her coat, then he greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, which she happily returned.
"Of course, I'm just happy you could make it. How are you liking campus life so far?"
"Still settling in, but I like it. This is my first time in one of the off-campus residences."
"Well, welcome," Brandon said. "I hope you don't mind, but I ordered you a salad from Luigi's. Should be here any minute."
"Sounds good...do you have anything to drink?"
"Sure. I have just about everything: tequila, gin, vodka, beer. But why don't we keep it classy. I'll open a bottle of Riesling."
"Classy. I like that," Danielle flirted.
By the time the salads arrived, they were each on their second glass, and Danielle was getting comfortable.
"You know," Brandon started, "My first impression of you was that you might be too much of a "good girl" to come over to an upperclassman's apartment by yourself. I'm glad I was wrong."
Danielle mulled over her response as she swallowed some lettuce.
"Well, I was so excited when you invited me. A tall, dark and handsome senior invites a freshman girl over? A little cliche, but I don't mind. Besides, you know so much about campus life, I figured I could glean some insider information while I'm here."
"Well," he said, "I'll give you a bit of a hint about the social scene. If you're hoping to hook up with someone, it's best to avoid foods like pizza or tacos. Stick to fresh veggies, you know, for fresh breath."
Danielle smiled wryly, understanding his not-so-subtle hint. "That's good advice," was all she could think to say.
"But there's one thing you know that I don't know," he replied.
Danielle smiled and cocked her head to the side, wondering what that might be. "Which is?"
Brandon leaned across the table, lowering his voice as if there were witnesses he wished to keep out of the loop. "You know if we're going to have sex tonight."
Danielle blushed and leaned back in her chair in surprise, but a wicked smile emerged on her face. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, there are certainly scummy guys in every college, but I'm not the kind of guy to coax you with shots of tequila or pressure you into something you're not ready for. So in my world, the woman always has the upper hand. You know I want to, based on the fact that I'm a guy, but only you know what you want."
Danielle chuckled. His statement was at once funny, lascivious, and perhaps even profound. And it turned her perception of the evening upside down. She had viewed him as being in control up until now. His apartment, his choice of food, his wine...but from here the night would be on her terms?
Intending to sound audacious and confident, she leaned back in towards him and said, "Brandon, we're definitely having sex tonight."
Brandon smiled. Freshman girls were all the same. Just let them think they're in control and a guy can get away with anything.
"Well, if that's the case, why don't we move to the couch and let things happen?"
"Sounds good to me," Danielle flirted.
He refilled their glasses, then carried them both to the coffee table in front of the couch. Danielle sat down to his right, with her left leg tucked under herself so that she could turn towards him. He responded by putting his right arm on the back of the couch, welcoming her in.
Danielle, braced with liquid courage and anxious to improve upon her last experience, traversed the ten inches between their mouths and met his lips flush with her own.
In her entire first experience with sex, Danielle and Jeremy had not kissed once. But Brandon was great at it. His lips were firm but supple. His tongue was the perfect level of moisture as it gently lapped at the inside of her lips. With his left hand, he cupped her chin between two fingers. He was sensual, passionate, tender...he seemed to be genuinely interested in her pleasure.
Danielle felt like she was in for a much more enjoyable experience this time around, and could not contain her heightened arousal. She started unbuttoning his shirt, anxious to see his firm abdomen. To make the angle easier, she swung her right leg over his lap and straddled him, allowing her skirt to ride up to her mid-thigh. Once she had unbuttoned all the way down his shirt, she grabbed his belt buckle and loosened his jeans.
As they got hotter for each other, Brandon grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it up over her head. Danielle raised her hands above her to let the material slip away, then quickly returned them to his pants, fishing around for his cock.
"You're faster than I expected," Brandon said, with an approving tone. Danielle smiled as she kissed him, sucking his bottom lip into her mouth and gently biting it. "Oh, I see how you like it," he said.
Her aggressive spurt ignited an aggressive response from Brandon. He reached around her and grabbed her bra straps, ripping them off her body instead of undoing the clasp. Danielle clasped her swinging breasts in her hands, realizing that it was the first time that they had been exposed to a boy. Brandon enjoyed the visual of a nubile freshman straddling him, topless, and squeezing her chest, and as he admired her he thrust his hips up as much as possible and slid his jeans down.
Now Danielle's panty-clad pussy could nuzzle up against his erection, a sensation that he allowed himself to revel in. Danielle, for her part, just now realized how wet she was, and ground her womanhood against his rod with aplomb.
"You're a naughty girl, Danielle. I have to be honest I did not see this coming."
Danielle appreciated his approval. "I think I'm just hot for you, Brandon. I've never been this so turned on before."
She kissed him hard as she wrapped her arms around his neck, feeling his chest hair against her nipples. They both started building up a good sweat as their grinding intensified.
"I think it's time I lost these panties," Danielle said.
"Stand up," Brandon replied.
Danielle backed off his lap and stood in front of him. Brandon grabbed her hips and pulled her close, sucking her left nipple into his mouth. He then lowered his hands under the hem of her skirt and grabbed the waistline of her panties, sliding them down her legs to her ankles.
"You smell delicious," he said, pressing his nose into the front of her skirt and inhaling deeply. Danielle blushed at the compliment, never having been told one way or another how good her sex smelled. "Thank you," she said coyly.
"I'm not going to pressure you into this, but one thing you should know about college guys is that expect to get some head before fucking. Have you given head before?"
"No, but for you I'm willing to try," she said, dropping to her knees.
