College

by Brianna Blake

  “Natasha… I have to tell you something,” Lucy murmured, looking down. She seemed like a cute little girl.

  “What’s it, honey?”

  “I really admire you,” Lucy said, and looked at her eyes. “Your ideals. Never letting anyone tell you anything. You’re brave and… when I did what I did, I was trying to be more like you because I find you amazing.”

  Natasha said nothing, flabbergasted.

  “No one ever said it to me…”

  “It’s true, since we met, I’m always thinking how exciting your life is. I’m always thinking that, in another life, I’d like to be more like you.”

  “Lucy…” Natasha said, lost for words, “this means the world to me.”

  Lucy smiled. They hugged, and Natasha had to held back tears. She had friends. Real friends that cared for her.

  Chapter 11. Natasha and Dylan

  “Dude, what do you think? Should I go with the aggressive, billionaire dominant look, or the innocent little boy?” Dylan asked as he tried to straighten his hair in front of Oliver and Lucy’s bedroom mirror. His hair was very short, so no matter what he did, he always looked the same. Lucy laughed. She was sitting on the bed, watching Dylan getting ready. He was still shirtless because he couldn’t decide on the outfit. Oliver was typing something on the computer.

  “What’s the difference? You’ll rip your clothes off anyway.” Oliver said without turning around. Dylan rolled his eyes, getting closer to the mirror, studying his face. He had dark circles under his eyes, which added to the bohemian air. He smiled. That was his favorite trait. He also had a defined body, although not like Oliver. He didn’t like to admit it, but he exercised every day after waking up to make sure he kept fit.

  “Lucy, help me, Oliver’s an idiot,” Dylan said, turning to her.

  “Dylan, you’re already late,” Oliver said. Dylan looked at his watch and squealed. “Poor Natasha. She’s really insane. She accepted going out with you.”

  “Go with the white shirt. You can’t go wrong. Simple, elegant.” Lucy said, and Dylan, with no time to choose, began to obey, slipping into his clothes.

  “Perfume, Lucy, quick, perfume!” Dylan said as he jumped on one leg to put on his shoe. Lucy got out of bed to the dressing table and chose one cologne to hand him.

  There was a knock on the door. The three turned over there. Dylan squawked.

  “Are you going to take long, Cinderella?” Natasha shouted. Lucy laughed.

  “Okay, I’m ready, let’s go, let’s go!” Dylan said, loudly, but then turned to Oliver. “Huh, man, can I borrow some tools?”

  “What?!” Oliver exclaimed, “didn’t you bring yours?”

  “It’s just that I’m not with them here on campus. I have nothing!”

  “Do you have a condom, Dylan?” Oliver frowned. Dylan put his hands in his pockets and got his wallet. He opened and took a condom from there.

  “Aha!”

  “This must be old. Did you know that you shouldn’t leave condoms in your wallet? Friction causes it to spoil.”

  “Uh? What? Oh, whatever, man, hurry!”

  “Whatever?! Do you want to have a baby?!” Oliver exclaimed, wanting to start the scolding, but Lucy got up and opened a drawer. She handed him a pack of new condoms and got a paddle that was there. It was a wooden rectangle of about six inches.

  “This one’s cool,” Lucy said. Dylan held it.

  “Uh, heavy! Thanks, Lucy!”

  “Take care of yourself,” Oliver said as Dylan stuffed everything into a backpack and hurried out of the room.

  He halted. He couldn't help but open his mouth when he saw Natasha. She wasn’t looking nothing like what he’d imagined. Usually, the girl wore heavy black makeup and very tight clothes. But now she was dressed in a simple, light blue, flowing dress. She had a light outline around her eyes. Her hair was up, showing her sculpted nose, large eyes, full lips.

  “Ehhh!” Dylan made, unable to speak. Natasha stared at him, confused, but smiling.

  “What is it? Have you seen an alien?”

  “You look like a princess!” he exclaimed, shocked. Natasha laughed, loud.

  “You look like you didn’t expect that.” She said and raised an eyebrow, teasingly.

  “No, it’s, no... yeah, not really,” Dylan stuttered, like he had lost the ability to plan sentences, but Natasha just laughed and grabbed his arm.

  “Let’s go!”

  They opened the apartment door. It was cold outside, but Natasha seemed to be immune to it somehow. She was only wearing the small dress. Dylan felt like putting on his jacket, which was in his backpack, but he thought he should be a gentleman. They stopped walking and he grabbed his black coat.

  “It’s cold,” he said, putting the coat over her shoulders.

  “Aren’t you going to be cold?”

  “Of course not!” Dylan said and showed his muscles, playfully.

  “Oh, all right, alpha,” she teased, smiling.

  “To tell you the truth, I’m freezing, let’s talk about something else before I change my mind?” Dylan said.

  “Come here,” Natasha said and hugged Dylan to wrap him in the coat. They were about the same height, but Natasha was still smaller than him. Dylan felt the hot grip and a rush of adrenaline through his body.

  “Now, follow me, left leg, right leg,” Natasha said, jokingly, although it would be almost impossible for them to walk together like that. “Left!” she said and took a step, followed by Dylan, late, which made them unbalanced, but Natasha didn’t stop, “right!” Another fumbling step, the two staggered. “Left, right, left...” they continued until Natasha nearly tripped, but Dylan held her, laughing.

  “I don’t think we’ll far walking like that,” Dylan said, stepping away.

  “It’s not my fault if you can’t follow commands.” Natasha said and blinked, “luckily I can.” She said, biting her lip and making a naughty face.

  “Yeah? We’ll see.”

  “It’s taking too long!” Natasha exclaimed and took Dylan’s hand. “Come on, come on, come on!” she said and started running across campus, pulling him as they both laughed.

  “You didn’t tell me where we’re going,” Natasha said. “For a moment I almost thought we were staying at home. Why do we never go to your apartment?”

  “It’s boring there and I live with a bunch of weirdos. They’re the Elite, got it? The three of them. I was put there randomly. When they saw that I separated them from their other friend, they went to the administration to complain. They asked why I was there.” Dylan said, resentfully.

  The Elite was how the four best students in the College were known.

  “The Elite?” Natasha asked in disbelief. “All they do is study, then.”

  “Exactly! There was this time when I was listening to music in my room, and it wasn’t even that loud, my roommate, Carl …”

  “Carl Kennedy? Like, the best student in college? The one that never had a problem in his record card since fifth grade?”

  “Yeah, himself. He went there and shut my computer, and shouted at me, saying I was disturbing him. I’m not even kidding, they study about fourteen hours a day and I can’t make any noise. That’s why I stay there as little as possible.”

  “Your roommate is Carl Kennedy? And you’re living with the Elite?!” Natasha repeated, disbelieving. Dylan nodded. “Take me there. We’ll drive them crazy together. You can spank me, and I’ll scream, we’ll rock the bed until it almost breaks.” She said, dreamily.

  Dylan laughed again and stared at her. He couldn’t believe his luck at that moment. Natasha had agreed to go out with him. She was free, silly, full of life. He’d never seen anyone like that. And I want to make her mine, he thought.

  “One day. Not today. I have other plans for you, young lady,” he said, trying to pretend he was Oliver. Natasha laughed at that and squeezed his arm tighter. They continued walking through campus, both thinking there was nothing wrong in the world.

  Dylan
called a taxi and told the driver the address. Natasha noticed that her heart was pounding. They got silent for a second, enjoying the movement of the vehicle, the cold leather seats, and the city passing fast outside. They were holding hands, but each was absorbed in their thoughts. The taxi smelled faintly of cigarettes.

  They crossed the city. “Where are you taking me?” Natasha asked, looking around, feeling the adrenaline rush. Her stomach was full of butterflies, tight, but it was a good nervousness. “Dylan, are you kidnapping me?”

  “Sure,” Dylan said and winked.

  They stopped in a suburb. There weren’t many lights there, and the houses seemed to have a much larger front yard than expected for a normal home.

  “Dylan, here...?” she started but didn’t finish, because the car had just parked for them. Dylan paid the ride, and they got out of it. The street was deserted. Natasha moved closer to Dylan, unconsciously. It was even colder than campus, as it had more plants and fewer people. Dylan took a small control out of his pocket and squeezed it.

  It was as if a show began, Natasha covered her mouth with her hand and stifled a gasp of surprise.

  The lights came on at once. It was a path of small lamps that led to the front door. Natasha noticed a large water fountain. The grass was perfectly trimmed and full of similar bushes. A mansion appeared after the lighted path. It was the largest house Natasha had ever seen. It had at least fifteen windows, a large white double door, and a huge garage.

  “Dylan ...” Natasha said, speechless.

  “It’s my old man’s,” Dylan said, and Natasha stared at him, still amazed.

  “Let’s go! Let’s go!” Natasha exclaimed and took his hand, running through the lighted path to the big door. Dylan laughed. “You never told me you were a billionaire.”

  “But I’m not,” Dylan said. “Well, my dad has some investments. But he’ll kill me if he finds out we’re here. It’s a secret. I have the keys because I stole it and made a copy when I was a boy.”

  “And where are they? Your parents?”

  “Oh, they hardly stay in Chayl. They have to travel a lot. Luckily for them, kids don’t live with their parents here, right?” Dylan said, with a note of resentment in his voice, but Natasha was too excited for that.

  Dylan opened the door and they got in. The interior was even more magnificent than outside. It smelled of dust, but the room stretched out until it was out of sight. Oak tables, velvet couches, china cabinets, and a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

  They headed to the kitchen. Only that it was bigger than their campus apartment. The countertops were made of gleaming black stone and the floor shined bright with the reflection of the lights.

  “There should be nothing in the fridge but look here!” Dylan said, opening the cabinet, with many bottles inside. He stepped forward, wondering which one to choose. “Champagne?”

  “Of course!” Natasha exclaimed, still looking around. The kitchen had large windows showing the garden, with a huge pool surrounded by artificial stones. “Is it too cold to swim?”

  “Oh, definitely,” Dylan said, but added, “but don’t worry, we have a jacuzzi in the master bedroom.”

  “A jacuzzi? You’re kidding right?”

  “Let’s go there and you’ll see!” Dylan exclaimed, handing the glass to Natasha.

  The two climbed the stairs quickly. Dylan showed the rooms, although he also felt lost in there since he was rarely home. House. He never felt that this place was his home.

  They went to the master bedroom, the largest of all. A massive king-size bed was covered in soft duvet covers. A giant TV was in front of the bed. Natasha sat there, feeling the mattress. Dylan opened the window, letting the cool night air into the room.

  “Most rooms are useless. I don’t know why anyone would want to have such a big house.” Dylan said. “I enjoyed spending school vacations here when I was a child. It was nice to explore. But as I grew up, I realized how my parents are miserable.”

  Natasha stared at him, feeling suddenly sorry. She knew what it was like to have absent parents. Sent to the boarding school, no room to talk about feelings, no room to complain. Work and study. You can have fun when you die. Or not.

  “So cliché it hurts,” Dylan said, shrugging, and smiling. He sat next to Natasha in bed and stared into her blue eyes.

  “Clichés exist for a reason,” Natasha said.

  “I decided that I’d enjoy life no matter how much money I had. Regardless of the conditions that were imposed to me.”

  “And you do that very well, you know that?”

  “I try,” the boy said. They were silent for a second, just staring at each other, their faces approaching. The kiss was hot, intense and delicious.

  Chapter 12. The Mansion

  Dylan and Natasha intensified the kiss until they were lying on the bed, tearing off their clothes. The mattress made a loud noise, and Dylan toyed with the thought of what he would say to his parents if they got there right then. Natasha had a wonderful body with beautiful curves.

  Dylan got the condom while Natasha looked at him with desire. He began to put it on, feeling as horny as a stupid teenager.

  “Did you bring anything for me?” Natasha asked. He was confused for a second.

  “Yeah, a dick,” he answered, and she laughed loudly.

  “I thought you were the dom, the top, the one that was afraid I wouldn’t bottom or something like that... what will you do to me? Or will it be missionary, and that’s it?”

  “Ah, so you want it rough? Fine then,” he said, laying on top of her, feeling her warm body. He could feel that her heart was beating fast. He took her hands and placed them on top of her head, holding them there. He began to kiss her neck and Natasha gasped with desire, reaching closer. She put her leg over Dylan’s back, both lying, him on top of her. “We haven’t really negotiated what will happen, but if you want me to stop, say yellow or red, okay?”

  “Just keep going, I’m fine, I know my limits,” Natasha said, raising her eyebrows. She appreciated how considerate he was.

  He held her in place with his weight, gripped her arms with one hand while taking off his belt with the other. “Keep your hands there.” He ordered. Then, he kissed her neck again, going down on her body. He licked her belly down to her hot, wet pussy. Dylan began to work his tongue there, circling the clitoris, sucking it with just the right amount of pressure. Natasha moaned in pleasure, writhing slowly as she massaged his hair.

  Dylan intensified the pressure on her clit and the speed of the tongue movement. Natasha gasped, breathless. She wasn’t expecting him to be so good and began to moan louder. She didn’t think she could go any longer without cumming. Her body tensed up and, when the orgasm was about to start, Dylan pulled away at once. Natasha moaned, this time in agony because he had stopped. Dylan smiled, amused by the girl’s look.

  She tried to reach down to her clit to finish the job herself. He snatched her hand from there and slapped her pussy hard. She squealed and jumped in place, feeling the area burn. Dylan grinned and slapped her again, even harder. Natasha winced.

  “You wanted me to be mean, didn’t you?” Dylan asked, licking his lips, and slapped her again. His hand got wet when it hit there. He was very hard.

  Natasha was still moaning, so Dylan, in a sudden, swift motion, entered her. He began the quick and deep movements. Natasha whined loudly while shaking with each blow, her legs wrapping around Dylan’s body. When he felt Natasha’s body tense again, the moment before the orgasm, he stopped. Natasha now protested, angry.

  “How many times are you going to do that?” she said, irritated, and Dylan slapped her in the face. It wasn’t a hard slap, but she stared at him, amazed. She wasn’t expecting it. Dylan got a little afraid of going too far, they hadn’t talked about limits, but she looked at him with desire and bit her lower lip. Dylan covered her mouth with his hand.

  “Quiet. I’m the one who gives orders here. Got it?” he asked, holding her mouth tightly.
She nodded, her eyes anxious. Dylan got up at once, leaving her there. He took his backpack and held the paddle. Natasha widened her eyes even more.

  “I thought you hadn’t brought anything!” she exclaimed, surprised and excited. Dylan jumped back on the bed, lifted the girl’s legs and rested them on his shoulders. He thrust back into her at once and she moaned loudly, writhing. Dylan then slapped her under her raised thigh with the paddle. The delicate flesh turned immediately red and she squealed, but Dylan kept thrusting her hard. He went on like this for a while until he saw that Natasha was about to cum again. He didn’t interrupt her this time and put his hand on her clit, moving it fast. He concentrated in thrusting hard, while she moaned loudly, until the two exploded in an orgasm.

  They lay down, breathing heavily, sweaty.

  “Do you want a pizza or something?” Dylan asked. They had been lying for a while, cuddling, but then he began to feel his stomach complain.

  “I want to go to the jacuzzi as you promised,” Natasha said. Dylan smiled and stood up.

  “Pizza in the jacuzzi. I live for that,” he said, picking up his phone and dialing the pizza place number.

  The two went to the bathroom. It was almost larger than the room itself. The tub looked like a pool on a wooden platform. Dylan turned on the tap as he said, “yeah, pepperoni. Great.”

  After the water was already acceptably warm, even though not yet filled, Natasha came in and sat down, feeling the warmth envelop her. Dylan followed her, also enjoying the sensation of getting into hot water.

  “Do you have a bath bomb?” she asked, getting up. Her body prickled, and Dylan felt himself getting hard again.

  “Must have some in the closet. Bring it here for us. Now.” He said, playfully, sinking into the tub.

  “Oh, okay, boss,” Natasha said, but laughed. She headed toward the cabinets, and Dylan watched her round, fleshy ass, her wet blond hair halfway down her back. “Dominant.”

  “Well, I could never be like Oliver. In control all the time,” Dylan said as Natasha squealed in celebration. She had found some bath bombs in a basket. They looked old, but it should do the job.