Standing in the doorway to my apartment with Becs, I think back to meeting her for the first time. I'd been playing pool with Brian, my at-the-time and current roommate, in our dorm's community room, which looked like a huge living room furnished with the same aqua blue tables and chairs we had in our rooms, a flat screen TV, couches everywhere, and a ratty old pool table. I'd gotten a game in pretty much every day that year, our freshman year, and was getting to be okay. Becs, or Rebecca as she called herself then, came by with some girl she was rushing with, I forget her name, and started talking to Brian.
I have no idea what they talked about; I started fantasizing about Becs right then. Let me tell you why. Becs is a hot little thing. She's got the perfect tits, perky but definitely handfuls. Who knows how they'll look when she's 50? Right now, they're perfect for grabbing, squeezing, licking, sucking. She's part of the group of girls at my college who actually dress femininely and cute. Most of the time she wears little skirts that show off her firm little ass and she has straight blonde hair to her shoulders. She looks like a hippie chick from out of the 60s, but more polished. The cutest thing about her is her smile. Well, those lips, I'll get to them in a minute. Becs is genuinely a fun person to hang out with too, so, she's a great package.
I lost track of her freshman year but, now that we're both juniors and living off campus, we crossed paths again waiting in line for parking permits. My school is a bureaucratic mess and I usually hate that doing anything means waiting in line for an hour. This time the bureaucracy actually worked in my favor because it gave me time to get reacquainted with Becs and we've been hooking up ever since.
Notice I said "hooking up" and not dating. That's the beauty of college life, it's a hookup scene. Still, sometimes I get the feeling that Becs likes me, which is cool, even though I know I'll probably break her heart one day. For now I'm enjoying that hot little pussy of hers.
Smiling at this thought, I insert my door key in the lock, wondering if Becs is imagining the key to be my cock and the lock as her pussy. I sure am as I push open my apartment door. We'd both had some drinks with good old Brian and his girl, enough to loosen Becs up and definitely enough to make me horny. After we kick off our shoes, I circle my hands around Becs's ass and pull her toward me to kiss. I push on her lips and aggressively poke my tongue into her mouth, sliding it against her tongue. Continuing to kiss her, I release her ass cheeks and move my hands up her hips and under the bottom of her tank top. As I caress her waist and move up the small of her back, she pulls back from my lips and says in a sigh,
"Oh baby, mmmm yes."
I pull her close and look in her eyes, "I want you."
She smiles and looks up at me. I can tell she feels like I appreciate her, like I think she's special. She is, but she's still my bitch.
"Yes, I want you. I want you bad. Fuck me," she says in a breathy voice. I can tell she's turned on. Probably already wet. I slide my left hand around to her front torso and start lightly rubbing my thumb around her left nipple, feeling it get hard. My right hand goes for the snatch, pushing aside her panties and feeling her hole. Yep, she's nice and slick, probably been wanting this all night.
I give Becs one more aggressive kiss then a tight squeeze of that nipple, making her yelp just a little. Fingering a girl from a standing position can be pretty hot. She's totally at your mercy, almost like a puppet. But, it can get awkward after a while and I was ready to get moving.
"Let's go," I say, pulling Becs's shirt off and guiding her toward the couch. I throw off my own t-shirt, jeans, and briefs and sit down on the couch. Becs stands in front of me, unsure of what to do next. That's not a problem though, I love girls who are blank slates; girls like Becs live to please. I spin her around and unzip then pull down her skirt then smack her ass. She yelps a little again and smiles.
