The Freshman (College Years 1)

Pink. Glistening. Beautiful.

I glance up to find she’s watching me, her eyes wide, her teeth sunk into her lower lip so deep it looks painful. Her face is tense and I swear her chest barely moves. Like she’s not even breathing.

I’m making her crazy, I realize. She wants my mouth on her so badly, she actually whimpers.

I lower my head slowly, brushing my lips against her as she lifts her hips.

We don’t look away from each other.

Sneaking my tongue out, I lick. It’s featherlight. A ghost of a touch. Her taste lingers on my tongue, making me want more and I lick again. Deeper this time.

“Oh God.” She chokes out the two words and I map all that glistening flesh with my tongue, leaving no spot untouched. I’m everywhere, my nose buried against her as I thrust my tongue inside.

I search her folds, draw them between my lips and suck. I tongue fuck her again, then replace it with a finger. Another one. Until I’m sucking and licking and fucking her with bent fingers, trying to find that elusive G-spot. I might’ve done some Google searching in the last few days and studied some diagrams.

I want to learn how to please my woman, so sue me.

It’s when I latch my lips around her clit that her entire body jolts, and I can feel her straining. Reaching for it.

“Don’t stop,” she breathes, and I keep doing what I was already doing, not wanting to break the spell, desperate to keep up the same, steady pace. I would be so pissed at myself if I ruined this moment for her.

She made me come harder than I ever have in my life only a few minutes ago. I’d like to return the favor.

Hayden lifts her hips, mashing her pussy in my face and I lick. Sucking deeper, until I feel her shiver and shake against my mouth. She’s coming, low moans falling from her lips, her hips gyrating, her fingers gripping my hair so hard, I’m worried she might pull it out of my scalp. It’s kind of intense, her orgasm. My cock grows hard just feeling it and when I open my eyes to watch her, I grow even harder.

Fuck me, making a woman come with your mouth is hot.

“Oh God.” She collapses on the mattress heavily, slinging her arm over her eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I remain where I’m at, my mouth gentling, and I drop a couple of kisses on her still quivering flesh. She shivers, turning away from me slightly and a smile curves her lips.

“Sensitive,” she murmurs.

I pull away completely, sliding up the bed so I’m right beside her. She curls into me, her back to my front, and I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her there. She slowly comes down, her breaths becoming even, her body relaxing against mine.

“How were my moves?” I finally ask.

She laughs. Wiggles her butt against my dick, which makes me twitch. “Excellent. I’d guess you’ve done this before.”

Is it weird that we’re talking about past experiences? Maybe. But I like how open we are with each other. “Never with you.”

“True.” She tilts her head forward and I take advantage, kissing her neck. “You knew exactly what you were doing.”

“I followed your cues. You gave me some instruction.”

“See, and that’s the key. I don’t know why so many guys can’t get that right.” She’s quiet for a moment. “I make it sound like I’m talking about all these guys I’ve been with, when that’s not the case. My friends and I are always comparing notes.”

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nbsp; “I’m not judging you.”

“I know. I just want to be open with you.” She turns so she’s facing me, and I study her face. Her cheeks are flushed a deep pink and her eyes are extra bright. She’s gorgeous. “I’m big on being body and sex positive. Too many people cloak sex as this sort of shameful, secret act, when it’s a purely natural function of the human body, you know?”

“So clinical,” I tell her, brushing the hair away from her forehead.

She smiles. “There’s more to it, I agree, but we shouldn’t be ashamed of our body’s desires.”

I slowly thrust against her, letting her feel what she does to me. “My body still desires you,” I say seriously.

A giggle escapes her and she winds her legs around mine. “Same.”