Living at the Frat House - A College Romance

I nod and take the tea from him, going to the little flavor station to add a touch of honey to the cup. “Feels a little weird.”

“Hopefully it will feel good.”

I look at him and check my phone. Time to get to class. “Is this going to embarrass me?”

He leans in and kisses me lightly. “You’re not allowed to be embarrassed.”

“That doesn’t mean I won’t be.”

He just smiles. “I’ll see you after class.”

“That’s not comforting,” I call after him. And neither is the smirk that he gives me as he’s walking away.

I don’t have time to fully worry about it. I need to get to class right now. Anatomy is not a class that you can be late for, or be absent for. Thankfully, the building is close.

Walking with the toy inside me feels weird. And all I can do is think about it because it’s so present in my focus. But I try to ignore it. It’s not there. It’s not there. It’s not there.

By the time I sit down in my usual seat in class I’ve convinced myself to forget about it entirely. It’s much more comfortable sitting down, and I allow myself to dismiss it.

We’re still in the basics of the class, given that it’s week one. Cells and bones and the systems of the body. Today we’re doing an overview of the circulatory system. There’s a hand-out with fill in the blanks and I keep meticulous notes as we go through everything.

And then the vibrating starts. It’s halfway through the class and I’d been so focused on my notes that I’d forgotten all about the little thing in my pussy. The first vibration is almost nothing. Just a tiny buzz that suddenly reminds me that it’s there.

Oh, no.

And the power slowly builds. I placed that fucking thing too well. It’s slipped a little to the side of my clit as I crossed my legs—the more sensitive side—and now I can’t breathe. It’s right where I need it to be.

It’s a wave. Starting slowly and building higher until it’s properly teasing me until I want more and then dropping into nothing again.

I try to maintain my focus, keeping up with the fill in the blanks on the board. But the bastard isn’t done yet, because the position of the vibrator in my pussy turns on, and it’s the exact opposite pattern. When it’s weak on my clit it’s strong inside, a never-ending fluctuation of pleasure.

It keeps rising and rising and I’m gripping the edge of the desk I’m sitting in with white knuckles just trying to keep myself together. My handwriting is absolutely atrocious, but I get the rest of the terms down, thank fuck. Every minute for the rest of the class is exquisite agony. I don’t dare move a muscle for the fear that someone else in the class will figure out what’s going on, or that the movement will make it worse and I won’t be able to keep myself from coming in the middle of class.

The vibrations aren’t super intense, but they’re enough to get me there. Especially with the hypnotic rhythm that keeps teasing me over and over and over.

God, I can barely focus on what the professor is saying, but I manage to get the homework assignment down when the vibration stops. I’m going to kill him when I see him. Complete and utter murder. That’s all there is to it.

I wait until most everyone else has left, mostly because I’m not confident that there’s not a wet spot on the back of my jeans. My legs are shaking when I stand and manage to make my way out of the class. I’m pulling my phone out of my pocket to text Malcolm that he’s an absolute asshole when someone snags my arm and pulls me through a doorway.

In second I’m pressed up against the closed door, Malcolm’s body crowding behind mine. “Did it make you come?” he asks, voice a rough growl.

“You bastard,” I say.

“That’s not what I asked.”

I push against the door but he has me held hard, hot, and fast. “No, it didn’t. And it was torture.”

Malcolm’s mouth is on my neck, and he licks a line of fire across it. “Good, because if you had come without permission I would have had to punish you.”

“You don’t think the embarrassment of having an orgasm in front of my class wouldn’t have been enough?”

“No,” he says. “Pants.”

The vibration starts again, and I’m too close to argue with him, and too desperate to fully undress. He releases me enough for me to undo my belt and push my pants over my hips, and I hear him put on a condom while I do. And then he’s there taking the toy away so he can press in, filling me completely.

He’s so big and so much taller that his cock has me standing on my toes. Grabbing my hands, he holds them against the door along with me, and he fucks. This isn’t soft or slow by any measure, like it has been a couple of times. No, this is raw and brutal and exactly what I need and want.