by Sarah Daltry
He teases me, light brushes of his fingers moving along my legs and thighs, but he does not grow more insistent. I can tell it is taking a lot of self-restraint on his part, since his cock looks ready to pop. I reach for it and begin to stroke it slowly, my fingers brushing the tip, and I watch him try not to ravage me. Kneeling down in front of him, I put my lips over the head, my tongue running under the edges, then up and down the shaft. He moans and I dig my fingers into the flesh of his ass, feeling him tense, trying to control his lust.
“Lily, I don’t want to come yet,” he groans.
I stand up and let him stare at me, my breasts slowly rising and falling with my breathing and we just take each other in for a few minutes. I want to touch him, to have him inside of me in every way, to let him own me, but instead, we quietly enjoy thinking about what will come.
He finally gives in and lifts me to the bed; he drapes my legs over his shoulders, and his mouth bears down on my clit. I come almost immediately as he works his tongue on my pussy. Derek knows just what to do to bring me to orgasm and I scream his name as he starts the night out right. All of my stress and worry from the week disappear as I call out in ecstasy. I am still shivering from my orgasm when he enters me and it is probably the first time he has done so with such intensity. I love it - the feeling of demand as he does not even wait for an invitation.
He holds my legs in the air and fucks me hard, his eyes closed and his animal urges turning the sex into a primal hunger and need. In the ten months we have been together, the sex has been fantastic, but this desperate fucking is something new and I want more of it. He slams my body back into the bed repeatedly until he comes, his face releasing all of its tension and then he collapses on top of me.
“Shit,” he says. “That was just what I needed, Lily.”
I kiss him and he does not take long to need more. I smile at my ability to bring him to orgasm and then get him hard again almost instantly. Sure, he’s a guy and he’s probably horny all the time, but it’s awesome to be a girl. We really have all the power. This time, I get off the bed and turn around so that my legs are spread and I am pushed against the frame of the bed. Derek’s still sitting on the bed and he looks at me quizzically.
“Are you sure?”
“Derek, fuck me like you hate me,” I beg. “I want it hard.”
“Okay then,” he says, happy to give me just what I want. He pushes me into the frame of the bed hard and begins to fuck me from behind as if we are anonymous strangers enjoying a night of illicit sex in some grimy rest stop bathroom. It is hot, hotter than any sex we’ve had at this point in our relationship, and I can’t believe how strong the orgasm is. My legs nearly give out and I scream his name so loud that I am sure everyone in my dorm knows what we are doing.
“Stop for a second,” I ask.
“What?” Derek asks, out of breath.
“Stop for a second.” He pulls out and I turn to face him. His face is lined with agony and his cock is engorged, dripping with my pussy juices. “Don’t worry, I am not stopping you for good,” I tell him. The relief on his face is evident and I laugh a little. I go to my computer and turn on some music, hoping to drown out some of my screams and then I hop up on my bed. I face Derek and spread my legs.
“Fuck my cunt so hard I scream,” I tell him.
He rams his cock into me and I clutch at his back. He pulls me closer until I am riding him, my ass off the bed completely. He holds me as I buck on top of his hard shaft and I come like I never have. I am not sure how effective the music is, because my screams are guttural.
“Oh fuck. Yes, Derek, yes. Fuck me hard,” I scream.
He throws me back onto the bed and flips me over. I push my palms against the wall as he plows me from behind and kneads the flesh of my ass hard until I come one more time. Finally, his orgasm comes and he grabs my tits, fucking me until his last spasm is over.
“That was insane, Lily. I am the luckiest guy alive,” he says.
“I missed you,” I tell him.
We clean up and lie back on the bed, his lips kissing all over my body as we relax. I love Derek and feel happy when he is near me, and even though the sex is amazing, it is falling asleep in his arms that night that makes everything just right.
Chapter 3
Waking up Saturday morning brings with it both joy and sadness. There is joy in feeling Derek’s arms around me, but there is sadness twofold. For starters, it means only one more night before we are back to different schools. It also now means two weeks or more before we spend time together again. Fortunately, I know for sure we’re all going home for the long weekend, but already the idea is ruining my morning.
Derek rolls over and kisses me while I am thinking about us being apart, but my mind moves back into the here and now when he starts to move his hand between my legs. After the intensity of last night, our morning sex is slow and sweet. When he enters me, it is with care and love; our eyes meet as he moves on top of me and he links his fingers with mine while he thrusts. My orgasm is satisfying, but does not have the wildness of a few hours before. I fall into a rhythm with him, just happy to feel him within me. I sense that he is close when he pushes down on my hands and his face gets tense, so I wrap my legs around his waist and give him room to bury deeper. He releases and I hold him until he is ready to stand up. We don’t have plans today, but if we don’t make an effort to leave the dorm, we will do nothing but lie in bed. Well, that and do other things in bed.
“Want to go out for brunch?” I ask.
“Absolutely. I am starving. The cafeteria food here is no better than at State.”
“Okay, let me take a shower and then I will bring you over to the guys’ side so you can take one.”
“Why don’t we take one together?” He teases.
“Because I would like to get clean,” I say and smack his hands away with my towel. I go to take a shower, thinking of his body and of how lucky I am. I wasn’t even in high school the first time I realized what I wanted with Derek. It was tough to watch him for years, knowing he had girlfriends and thinking about what he did with them. I used to be jealous every time he would be at my house, talking about a date he went on with someone at school. I knew what they probably did and I wanted him to do it with me. It’s always been about being with Derek for me. Sex might be fun as a general rule, but I don’t know. He’s the only guy I’ve been with. I don’t know if that’s why I feel so naturally close to him or if it’s more than that. Either way, I can’t picture my life without Derek in it.
The warm water of the shower washes away any lingering sleepiness and, after I’m done, I dress quickly, eager to spend time with my boyfriend. He is sitting at my desk, playing on my computer when I come back.
“Okay, let’s go,” I say and gather an extra towel for him.
“You’re so predictable,” he says and I realize he has entered my password. Of course, he would know it; he knows everything about me. He changed my background to a picture of the two of us; it had previously been a picture of just him. It’s cute that he would rather have us together in the photo.
“Shut up. Maybe I just trust you and you’re the only one who knows me that well.”
“Fair enough.” He stands and kisses me softly before we make our way to the guys’ wing. It is not as clean as the girls’ wing and I wonder how any guy can stand to live the way they do, but they don’t complain. When Derek goes in to take a shower, I wait in the lounge across the hall. I am twirling a wet strand of hair around my finger when someone walks into the lounge to make coffee.
“Lost?”
I look up to see a dark haired guy with a dark t-shirt and pants checking me out. His spiky hair, tattooed armbands, and pierced eyebrow speak of a world I have never been a part of; my small town is pretty conservative and my parents would freak out if they even knew I was speaking to someone who looked like this, never mind living down the hall from him.
“I’m waiting for my boyfriend.” I gesture toward the bath
room, trying to make it obvious that Derek is within shouting range.
“Innocent thing like you? I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.” He leers at me and it makes me uncomfortable, but I have to admit it is also flattering. I know I am not unattractive, but a guy like this does not notice me on the street. I feel naughty just thinking about him. Shaking myself from the thoughts, I focus on the fact that he just insulted me. I know innocent isn’t a bad thing, but the way he said it made it sound like mockery.
“I’m not that innocent,” I argue.
“Sweetheart, I am sure we have very different understandings of the term.”
“That wouldn’t surprise me, but I don’t know that I mind being your idea of innocent.”
“I don’t doubt it, but I just wonder what would happen if you let loose a little. You know, had a bit of fun.”
“I have plenty of fun. I don’t need anything else. Especially not whatever you have in mind.”
He just smiles and finishes making his coffee. He’s on his way out of the lounge when he turns around again. “I’m Jack. 401. If you ever want to test that theory. See what real fun is like, princess.” And with a swagger that I swear he must practice, he leaves.
I feel skeevy when Derek comes out of the shower, as if I am tainted by talking to Jack. I have never even considered another guy and I don’t know why Jack got to me with his comments. However, I feel insulted, flattered, and a little turned on that he did. I turn my attention back to Derek; he looks so sweet with his wet, messy hair and I know we won’t be going anywhere for a while. When we get back to my room, we are all over each other instantly and he drops his towel, ready for more.
“You’re insatiable,” he says, nibbling my earlobe.
“Oh, and you want to stop?” I tease as I stroke his cock with one hand while undressing with the other.
“I don’t remember saying that.” He helps me get my clothes off and I look at them on the floor. They seem forlorn, since they were not on for very long. Then, though, I am on top of him, riding him, and the clothes are forgotten. He is deep within me and I sigh, so happy to be with him, so fulfilled by every touch. Jack disappears as does his taunt; I am not feeling innocent now as I tighten my cunt around my lover. Derek and I have more than made up for lost time in the past ten months, but it is never enough for either of us.
When we are done, both satisfied and rested, we dress and decide we really need to have some actual food. There is a cafe not far from campus that serves brunch. It is busy on a late Saturday morning, but we don’t have to wait too long for a table. I get the impression most of the clientele are townies because I don’t see many students and the reception we get is less than enthused. I never understood the attitudes of some people toward college students; we are not all drunken frat boys. As the waitress pours our coffee, I see Jack in the kitchen. He is cooking and seems comfortable with the rest of the staff. He’s joking around with one of the other cooks and another waitress smiles at him as she hands him an order. Weird. I know I just met him, but he didn’t strike me as the kind of person who works well with others.
“We should probably talk about rugby,” Derek says.
“It’s fine. I just miss you so much when you are gone. But we can survive it. I’m sorry I freaked out last night.”
“I understand. I don’t want to be away from you, either. It was just an idea and I don’t have to play.”
“No, it’s okay. Like I said, we can handle it.”
“Of course we can.”
“Send me the schedule when you get back tomorrow and we will figure it out. Let’s just make today and tomorrow count, okay?” I don’t want to fight with him and I don’t want to be that girl who makes sure her boyfriend has no freedom to do his own thing. Hopefully, he will miss me enough without prodding and it won’t be an issue.
He takes my hand and smiles. “Deal. What do you want to do then?”
“Well...” I tease.
“No. We can do that tonight. Let’s do something. I don’t want you to think I’m only after your body.”
“You aren’t?” I’m teasing, but Derek and I do spend a significant amount of time in bed together. I suppose it’s because we knew each other well before we started a relationship. Sometimes, though, I wonder what we would talk about if we weren’t this attracted to each other.
“Oh, I am after it, but I love you. You know that. Having no curfew and no parents, though... it is tempting just to enjoy one another all day and night, isn’t it?”
I sigh. “It is. I can’t believe how much I missed you all week. I was so unhappy. It doesn’t even make sense. I was fine last year.”
The waitress comes back to take our orders and we pause until she is gone. When she walks away, Derek leans in closer to me.
“You had Abby and your parents and now you’re feeling alone. But you’re not alone. I am not that far and you know you can tell me anything on the phone or online. I know I’m not here, but please don’t avoid talking to me, okay?”
“Thanks. It will be fine. Eventually.” I force a weak smile; I don’t know if Derek is right or if it’s something else. Maybe I miss Abby and my family as well. Maybe I am just pathetic. I do know that talking about it is depressing me, though, so I change the subject. We talk about classes and catch up while we eat. His course load is harder than mine is, since I’m still taking all my prerequisites and intro classes. He already has a lot more homework than I do; I don’t ask when he’s finding time to do it. Last year, I would get on him about school and he got irritable when I did. I’ve always been a stronger student than Derek, Jon, or Abby. This week, though, school was not even a focal point for me. I promise myself that I’ll stop pining for my boyfriend and spend more time thinking about my academics. It’d be hypocritical of me to lecture anyone else if I can’t keep up.
After we finish eating, Derek suggests a movie. I’m just happy to spend time with him, so I don’t even care what we are doing. I even let him pick some action movie that he wants to see; it doesn’t sound all that interesting, but I don’t mind. Derek’s excited and it’ll pass the time. At the theatre, of course, we run into Kristen, Caitlin, Mary, Ethan, Lyle, and Don. I feel guilty because I told them we were staying in, even after they specifically invited us to the movies. Worse, we are all seeing the same one. I don’t feel comfortable abandoning them all once we realize we are all going the same place, so Derek and I join them when we find seats. Lyle offers to buy snacks for everyone and I have to use the bathroom. I agree to help him, but he seems annoyed with me.
“Not cool,” Lyle says when we are out of the theatre.
“What?”
“You said you were staying in.”
“I know. We planned on it, but-”
“Look, I get it. If I had a girlfriend at all, never mind one I was clearly obsessed with, I would be the same way. But don’t lie to us.”
“I didn’t. We planned to stay in. Plans change.”
“Fine, but we’re trying to be your friends.”
“I know, but I barely see him. I wasn’t trying to blow you off. I just wanted to spend time with him. I see you all week.”
“Okay, but just say that.”
“I did. Well, I thought I did.” I can’t remember what I said, because I was so focused on Derek last night that I was only half listening to my friends.
“It’s not a big deal. Just tell it like it is, you know? No one would care if you said you wanted alone time all weekend. No need to lie about it.”
“Yeah, I know. I really am sorry.”
“It’s fine. Go to the bathroom because this shit is gonna be too much to carry alone.”
I run to the restroom, but feel terrible when I get in the stall. Lyle is right. I have been so homesick and miserable without the comfort and normalcy of home, but I have been ignoring the fact that I’m lucky to have a whole new group of friends right in front of me. I swear to myself to make a more concerted effort to hang out with them and stop focusing
only on Derek. There is nothing to think about with him anyway; he may be at a different school but our relationship is just fine. This weekend has been a collection of self-promises; it looks like college is going to present a whole set of unexpected challenges.
Lyle is trying to balance sodas and popcorn when I return, so I grab a tray for the drinks and take two of the bags of popcorn. No one seems upset when we get back to the theatre and I tell myself it’s a good thing that Lyle said something now, before they start to hate me.
The movie is awful, but it is fun spending time with people who are easygoing and, when Don suggests going to Denny’s afterward, I agree without even asking Derek. When we get in his car, I worry that he is disappointed, though.
“Are you mad?”
He shakes his head. “Of course not. Lily, I love you and I will be there for you, but you need to have other people. I wouldn’t expect you to demand that I have no one at school.”
“Do you have a lot of friends at school?”
“Yeah, there is a group Jon and I spend a lot of time with. If you come up sometime, I will introduce you. Although, if you stay with me, you know what that means...”
“Yeah. Hands off all weekend - under penalty of death by older brother.” I laugh. Jon would obviously never hurt either of us, but I still don’t think it would be kosher to get too frisky with Derek in his room. I debate about asking the question I know I shouldn’t, one I have never worried about, but for some reason need an answer to now. I survived my senior year by not asking this question; now that we’re on the same page, I feel like I need to know. I have to know what I’m facing.
