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"When we get back to campus, I'd like to show you something. Come over to my room and you'll learn a little more about me," Max said.
"Couldn't we do that in my room, although I'm pretty sure I've seen nearly everything you have." Shelia said.
She gave him a seductive kiss.
"True but this is about what you may or may not have heard about me."
"Oh, so now you're a man of mystery?"
Max shrugged, his palms up.
"I'll be there about ten o'clock."
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Max was finishing his paper and studying, when a video message came in.
Mom and Dad.
He opened the video feed.
"Hello Mom, hello Dad. How's everything going?"
"Only me, son. Mom's at an art department meeting. We're doing fine. How're your classes going?"
"Very good. I should get at least a three point seven or maybe a three point eight and change."
"Good job! Now, about this three thousand dollar charge on the account."
"Your question is?"
"Don't play dodge-ball with me, Max."
"You're the best, Dad. Who better to play it with?"
"Flattery. Nice! Why so much?"
"I met her a week ago, she's different. I'm not sure how much, yet, but I think mom would like her."
"Like whom and, again, why so much?"
"Again, because I wanted to and I could! You've probably removed my access by now."
"Nope. I wanted to! Not because you charged it but because you didn't ask, either of us, first! Your mom said, 'absolutely not, you were being romantic.' I'd like to know, how romantic?"
"Her name is Shelia and she's an art major, a sophomore and a cheerleader. She doesn't know I've done anything, yet."
"That's all three thousand dollars will buy these days?"
"That's insulting, beneath you and stupid! What's your problem, didn't you get laid last night?"
"You're right, Maximilian. I'm sorry I said those things. Was it love at first sight?"
"No, but I want to know more about her and let her know more about me. She's smart, we talk and yes, we've made love. She knows why I'm here and I'll be telling her about how rich my parents are. There are rumors around campus about me but I don't think she's heard them, yet. I want her to find out the truth, from me."
"Okay, I understand. Honestly!"
"Let Mom know I'm sorry I missed her and that I love you both."
"Same here, Son and I'm glad you've met someone."
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Shelia arrived about fifteen minutes after ten o'clock.
"Okay, Max, what's the big surprise?"
"I'm going to tell you about my dad, or more precisely, how wealthy my parents are."
I bring up a website.
"This is my dad's company, an international detective agency."
"Your dad is the president of that company?" Shelia asked, her eyes wide with excitement.
"No, not president. He's the owner."
"They've offices all over Europe. They're huge! So, you're kind of an international man of mystery!"
"Perhaps but for an extra surprise, how'd you like to go to the hotel on Friday?"
"You mean, a day early?"
"Yes, and I'll cover the early day."
Shelia reached up, grabbed Max's shirt, pulled him to her and gave him a kiss.
"I'd love to!"
Her lips brushed his as the tip of her tongue dabbed his nose and Max's hands began to massage her tits, his tongue quickly thrust into her waiting mouth and back out.
"Guess what?" Max asked.
"What?"
"We don't need to use the couch."
Max pulled her shirt up and over her head.
"Do we need to hang the Do Not Disturb sign on the door so room service doesn't bother us?"
Max shook his head.
"Good!"
Shelia stood up and removed his shirt. At that point, they began undressing each other while kissing and touching. When finished, Max scooped Shelia up into his arms.
"You did that so easily!"
"It helps when you're as light as a feather."
"You certainly do know how to flatter a girl."
Max laid her on his bed, lay down next to her and they engaged in romantic, seductive kissing, and finger play.
"It's not flattery. It's being honest. I figure you've heard stories and rumors about how rich I am."
"Some. The rich, spoiled Italian guy. That's about all I've heard. So, you'll pay for the extra day, if we go up on Friday?"
"Yes."
"Why? Are you trying to impress me?"
"Shelia, is that what it takes to impress you?"
She paused for a moment.
"No."
"Why wouldn't it?"
"Because it'd be an indication of an expected 'behavior' from me."
"Have I, in any way, acted like that?"
"No, and that's why I'm attracted to you and really like you."
"The feeling is mutual. We're getting to know and enjoy each other. I made the offer because I wanted to, as I did when I showed and told you about my dad's company."
"Shelia, your fingers are making my dick feel very good right now!"
"I like your fingers are on my pussy! Let's do this tonight...I'll tease and torture that excellent, pre-cum leaking cock of yours."
"And I'll manipulate your hot button and love canal like they're a video game controller."
"Sounds immensely sexy!"
Shelia continued dancing her finger all over the tip of Max's cock and played with its slit. Her other hand was playing with his balls as their tongues swirled and danced with each other.
Max had one hand squeezing her tits and nipples while the other had slipped a finger into her womanhood and the heel of his palm massaged her clit.
"Oh Max, that feels beautiful! What are you doing? Your slippery, cum covered dick feels good in my hands. My pussy and tits are making my body feel like it's on cloud nine."
"My prick is feeling very well cared for, Shelia."
Max's finger started to slowly move around her vagina and, when her hips bucked and she gasped, he knew he'd found it. He added another finger and continued to tease her G-spot with his thumb on her clit. She became very wet and Max enjoyed that.
Shelia managed to continue ministering to his swollen member and, soon, their hips bucked in unison. She felt his streams of cum hit her stomach as Max's cock spurted and she squirted all over his hand and had a wave of warm pleasure sweep over her body to be followed by another one a few seconds later.
"Oh, Max, that was fucking awesome!"
"You were pretty damn attentive yourself, dear!"
"Shut up and kiss me."
Their lips locked in a bout of kissing, their arms wrapped around each other. After a while, they lay in each others arms, fingers entwined, lightly kissing.
"Were all of the girls you've been with, dating you only because of your money?"
"I assumed so. Most were obvious, one thought I was a drug dealer and a few others thought I was a stuck up prick. Back then, they might have actually been right."
"Max, you're sweating! Are you okay?" she asked as she sat up.
"Yeah, one more thing you've learned about me."
Max got up, went over and opened his closet door, retrieving a pill bottle.
"I'm anemic, I have a lower red blood cell count than normal. At times, such as after strenuous and intense love making, I have a drop in energy due to low oxygen levels. These iron and B-complex pills take care of that. Most of the time, I plan ahead for such an event but I forgot to take my pills this morning and then you came over looking so beautiful and sexy. I'll be fine."
"How long have you been anemic?"
"Born that way."
"Will we need to, ah, slow down?"
"Fuck no! Think of it this way. I need to take my pill the same as you take your pill. That way, we can be as active as we choose to be."
"How do you know I'm on the pill?"
"You didn't ask about protection. I didn't either so that was a two way street. If you'd like, I can get an STD test?"
"Okay, and I will as well. Now, get back over here so I can hold you while we talk."
Max climbed back into bed, his leg laying between hers, his head on her shoulder and an arm across her chest.
"What do you like most about me, Max?"
"Your openness and ability to have a conversation. You have an ability to talk 'to' people instead of 'at' them. You're incredible eye candy, a damn good lover and listener, too. Your heart beat is steady and calm."
"That's a nice, if not unusual, list from a college guy."
"Thanks, though I think of my self as a guy at college, instead of a college guy. My mom and dad have always told me to judge people for two things. So they think with their brain and feel with their heart, like most people or do they do they think and feel with both?"
Shelia intertwined her fingers with his as she kissed them.
"Okay, your turn. Answer the same about me."
"You're polite, smart and probably the best guy I've ever been with. You flirt but differently than most guys. You've a very good body and...those eyes! One green and one blue! You make me feel very comfortable, appreciated and safe. You have a strength and confidence about you."
"You flatterer," he said as he quickly reached down and tickled her.