The Freshman (College Years 1)

“Um.” She’s full-blown grinning.

“Yeah.” I smile at her in

return, our chests rising and falling, brushing against each other. I lean back against the seat, taking her with me, our mouths meeting in a lingering kiss. “You enjoyed that.”

“A lot,” she says with a laugh.

I swallow the sound, kissing her deeply, sliding my hand around her neck, up into her silky hair. This girl is twisting me up inside. Making me feel things I didn’t think I could. She’s fun, flirty, contrary, a challenge, yet easy to talk to. To be with. To give an orgasm to.

Or maybe she gave herself that orgasm. She was grinding pretty hard on my cock just now.

“But what about you?” she asks, her lips brushing mine. She reaches between us, her fingers trailing over the front of my jeans, making me suck in a sharp breath. “Let me.”

I kiss her hungrily, starved for her. The girl doesn’t even hesitate. She’s undoing the front of my jeans, her hand slipping inside, stroking the front of my boxer briefs. She curls her fingers around the length of my dick, essentially feeling me up before they dive beneath the cotton, her busy fingers meeting my bare flesh.

“Ah shit,” I grunt out when she gives me a squeeze.

She pauses everything she’s doing. “Want me to stop?”

“Fuck no,” I grit out and she laughs, just before she kisses me again.

She strokes and teases. Her pace slow. Fast. Gentle. A little rough. I lift my ass, and she tugs my jeans and briefs down so they’re curled beneath my knees. I’m reaching for her too, my fingers going to the snap on her jeans but she jerks her hips away.

“This is about you,” she whispers.

Just before she readjusts herself and bends down, her mouth landing on my cock.

“Fuck.” The word is stuck in my throat, my hand in her hair as she bobs up and down on my dick. She licks the head. Sucks it. Her hair falls over her face, over me so I can’t see what’s happening and I brush it back to watch this gorgeous girl work me over with her mouth.

I am visual. What guy isn’t? And seeing her hunched over me, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucks me deep, I know it’s not going to take long. The sensation is building at the base of my spine. My cock. I’m gonna shoot off like a goddamn rocket here any second.

As if she knows, she strokes me with her fingers, her mouth sucking. I lift my hips, offering up a warning cry right before the orgasm takes over me.

She removes her mouth from my cock, and I come all over her fingers, watching helplessly, her hand still gripping me tight, squeezing every last drop out of me. Holy fuck.

Holy. Fuck.

Once the shuddering has subsided, she drops a sweet kiss on the tip of my semi-hard dick just before she moves up, her face in mine.

“Um,” I tell her, at a complete loss for words.

She laughs. “I felt the same exact way.”

We kiss. I can taste myself on her lips, but I don’t mind. Fuck, it makes me hornier, but she pulls away, a sly smile on her face.

“Like I told you, I’m not about to have sex with you in the back seat of your Rover, like that damn song,” she says with a laugh, reaching for the Kleenex package that’s stashed in the pocket on the back of the driver’s seat, wiping off her hands with a couple of tissues.

I frown, thinking for a moment before I finally remember the song. “Whatever happened to those guys anyway?”

“Who? The Chainsmokers?” She shrugs when I nod. “I don’t know.”

“Me neither.” I reach for her again, needing more. Another kiss. A little tongue. Closeness. I don’t want to stop looking at this girl. Or touching this girl. “This has been the best night.”

“I’m sure,” she says wryly, giving me a firm kiss before she pulls away completely. “I should go.”

I tug up my underwear and jeans, righting myself as best I can while she’s watching me, her teeth sunk into her lower lip. “When can I see you again?” I ask.

“Soon.” She reaches for the door handle. “I’m sure we’ll run into each other on campus.”