The Freshman (College Years 1)

“Get ready for me to rock your world,” she says with a laugh.

I laugh too. I love her confidence. The things she says, the way she acts. Hanging out with her and Gracie tonight offered me a glimpse of another side of Hayden. She loves her friend and is very protective of her. She knows how to have fun, dancing and moving to the awful music Bat’s Cave was playing. She tolerated Caleb and his big mouth, which is huge. I think most people would’ve told him to fuck off like Gracie did, but Hayden never said a word to Caleb. Half the time she was laughing at everything he said.

I appreciate that. He’s one of my oldest, closest friends. And I like Gracie too. We all get along. This is a good thing. I can envision us hanging out again. I can also see Hayden and I eventually becoming a couple, just like Diego and Jocelyn. Jake and Hannah. Eli and Ava…

I’m totally getting ahead of myself. Maybe it’s not that I don’t believe in relationships, more like I’m scared of them. Because guess what?

They’re fucking scary. I’ve been burned before. I’ve witnessed my parents’ messed up marriage. They would scare anyone.

But I shouldn’t be thinking about any of that right now. I need to focus on Hayden, running her mouth down the length of my neck. She’s kissing my collarbone. My chest. She’s got her hand pressed against my dick, cupping it. Squeezing it. Her lips come closer and closer to one of my nipples and when she lightly bites it, I actually yelp.

She laughs as she tongues my flesh to soothe the sting.

As she shifts lower, I can’t help but spear my hand in her hair, the silky strands clinging to my fingers. She grabs hold of my boxer briefs and tugs them down. I lift my hips to help and she pulls away, yanking them completely off. And when she returns, she rains kisses on the inside of one thigh, then the other. My eyes fall closed as I savor the moment, anticipation racing through me as I wait for her mouth to touch my dick.

She teases and torments and finally, finally her lips lightly touch my balls. She tongues the base of my cock, then runs it up the length of me, like I’m a fucking popsicle.

A jolt runs through me and I groan when her mouth wraps around the head, her lips tightening as she begins to suck. I crack open my eyes to find she’s already watching me, and fuck me if that isn’t hot. She releases my cock with an audible pop, her tongue swirling, catching drops of pre-come in the slit.

Fuuuuck.

“Feels good?” she asks, her voice sultry.

Damn, guess I said that out loud.

I nod, my “yeah” a rasp scraping my throat.

Thank fuck I didn’t turn off the lamp so I can watch this show she’s putting on for me.

Her fingers fist around the base of my cock and she continues to suck and lick. My eyes are glued to her every movement, noting the way she hums against my flesh, the vibration an added bonus. The slurping sounds she makes. She drags her tongue up and down the length of me before she wraps those lips around my cock once more, practically swallowing me whole. I bump the back of her throat and she gags a little, but she’s a fucking champ because she keeps doing it.

Keeps sucking me down, her tongue in constant movement, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucks me deep.

I thrust my fingers into her hair again, holding her steady as I lift my hips and basically fuck her mouth. She lets me, keeping pace with my movements, her moans growing louder. Caleb’s in the next room over but let that fucker hear.

How many times have I heard him with a girl since we’ve moved in together? Too many to mention.

Her hand grips me tightly as she continues sucking and licking me. I’m getting closer. There’s that familiar tingle at the base of my spine. The rush of sensation gathering in my balls. As if she knows, her other hand cups them. Squeezes them. Massages them and another fuck drops from my lips as I arch into her mouth.

“I’m gonna come,” I warn her, but she doesn’t move.

She actually picks up the pace.

And then I am coming, shooting straight into her mouth. Pretty sure she swallowed, but she also pulls away, jacking me with her right hand as another stream of come shoots out of me, spilling all over her fingers. I’m shuddering, groaning loudly as she wrenches every last drop out of me.

Until I collapse on the bed, exhausted. Overcome.

She slides along my body until her face is in mine and I open my eyes to find her smiling at me.

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nbsp; “That was hot,” she murmurs as she drops a kiss on my lips. I can taste myself, and she’s right.

It was so fucking hot.

I kiss her deep until she pulls away, climbing off the bed completely. “Be right back,” she calls as she makes her way to the connecting bathroom. I hear the tap turn on and assume she’s washing her hands.

I lie there in a daze, reaching down to touch my dick. It’s still semi-hard, sticky with come, and I can’t help the chuckle that leaves me.