by Ashlee Price
My orgasm was rising, again, my moans, intensifying in frequency, enough to let them know. Drew allowed one of his hands to go down to my clit; the slick nub was begging to be rubbed. He worked at it with his thumb, rubbing it, the sensation of my ass and pussy being fucked together with my clit being given a good work over, pushed me over the edge, and I came, a huge, squirting orgasm that ripped a scream out of me, but they gave no quarter. They carried on, fucking my holes through my orgasm, pushing me to the edge again. Drew came first, a huge deluge of spunk rushing into me, tickling my womb, enough to drive me over the edge once more. It was as I hit my peak, that Jace came as well, his sperm shooting into my ass. I was exhausted, Drew laying over me, and both of us on Jace. It was a meat sandwich, and I was the filling.
Drew was the first to come back to earth. He carried me into his shower, to be quickly followed by Jace, and the two of them cleaned me up. This was a good thing, because there was no way my wobbly legs could have kept me standing at that point.
Afterwards, Jace held me up while Drew dried me off and picked me up, laying me gently in the center of his huge bed. I drifted off to sleep with a man on either side of me; safe, secure, and well looked after. I think it was the best sleep that I have ever had.
***
The rest of the week sped by; too fast, in my opinion. I felt lethargic, well rested, confident in my sex appeal, and seriously well fucked. Drew’s limo dropped me off at the airport, and it was as if every male turned to look at me. I felt sexy. As the plane took off, I looked down at Vegas and smiled. I have had the time of my life, and I couldn’t wait for our next little encounter at Christmas, if Jace was able. If not, Drew promised, he would get us someone else to play house with. It would be strange not having Jace there, as I really like the guy, but Drew is in charge, and I like it that way. He would never get someone I wouldn’t like being a part of a fucking session. I smiled again. Whatever happened, Christmas would be another session to remember!
~The End~
Losing it to the Alpha
Chelsea stepped off the bus and looked around. So this is what college looks like. There were people everywhere, all talking and laughing and getting to know each other. There was a table off to the left, a bunch of girls in bright orange shirts sat at it. This must be the sign in desk. Chelsea picked up her bag, the only one she brought with her, and headed that way. There was a small line-up of students waiting to be helped, she set her bag down again and took out her phone to check her social media while she waited. After 10 minutes, the line had not moved. She stuck her head out of line to see what the holdup was, expecting it to be a student who wasn’t happy with his room, or wanted a new roommate. This was not the case. All 5 of the girls at the table were paying no attention to the students. They instead, were giggling and batting their eyes at a guy.
This wasn’t just any guy Chelsea noticed. When he turned around in to her line of sight, she saw that he was probably the most attractive guy she had ever seen in her life. He was tall with sandy blonde hair that was cut short, his arms and chest were super toned, and his smile was perfect, especially the dimples it made in his cheeks. She was too far away to see what colour his eyes were, but she bet they were just as attractive as the rest of him. As attractive as he was, she was still getting fed up with waiting in that line. The other students in front of her were clearly too nervous to say anything to the girls in the orange shirts, and normally Chelsea would have been too.
She spent her whole life being shy and quiet. She never spoke up for herself, hardly spoke at all. Most people in her high school thought she was weird, or called her a nerd. With her long red hair, freckles and glasses, she didn’t blame them. She was short, slightly overweight (she liked to call herself curvy), and had dark blue eyes hidden behind the glasses she had to wear.
Chelsea had made a promise to herself that college was going to be different; she wasn’t going to be that shy awkward girl. She was going to stand up for herself and make some friends and maybe even go on dates. So she cut her long hair in to a pixie cut, dumped the glasses for contacts and headed off to college with a new attitude.
Now was the time to test that, as her and the other students waited in line for the girls to pay attention to them. Chelsea took a deep breath and prepared to speak up. Just as she was about to call out to the girls, she heard them all calling their goodbyes to the hunky boy. She looked around the other people in line and saw he was walking away from the table, and in her direction.
She abruptly got back in line and stared forward. She might have a new confident attitude, but she was still working on the ability to deal with men. Her self-confidence had always been bad, mainly because of her weight. And because she couldn’t change that in a couple of weeks, she still had to deal with the body image issues. When it came to males, Chelsea knew nothing, and so she always kept quiet and tried to avoid them.
As this boy walked by her, she couldn’t help but sneak a closer peak at him. She noticed now that his teeth were the whitest she had ever seen, and his eyes were green. A green so bright it was a shock to look at them. He really is perfect, she thought to herself. The line up finally started to move, and her thoughts strayed from the boy back to school.
When she got up to the table, she gave the girls her name. They gave her a key to her dorm room, a map of the campus, her class schedule and a campus t-shirt.
“So that’s what, an extra large shirt?”
The snottiest looking of the girls said to her. A couple of the other girls snickered quietly. They were all tall and skinny and each one of them sported a tan that anyone with half a brain could tell was as fake as they come.
Chelsea didn’t reply to the girl, she just grabbed the shirt she held out and walked away. She was hoping that college was going to be a little more mature than high school was, and so far it was just as bad.
She brushed off the comment and made her way to her dorm. There were three different dorm buildings on campus and hers was the smallest. She went in the front door, made her way through the crowd of people and finally found her hallway. Her dorm was number 206. She walked down the hallway looking at the numbers on the doors, 203, 204, 205 and finally 206. She stuck the key in the lock and turned the handle.
There was a blonde girl in the dorm room already, she was taller than Chelsea was, slim with long legs. Her hair was straight and fell to the middle of her back. She must have heard the door open and she turned around. She has a real tan, unlike the snotty girls, a dusting of freckles across her cheeks and dark brown eyes. When she saw Chelsea, she squealed and ran over to her. Chelsea tried to avoid the embrace with no luck.
“Hello Cindy.” She said as she was being squeezed.
“Hi Chels, I’m so glad you're here! I've been here for a couple of hours. How was the ride here? Did you get all the stuff you need? Is that the only bag you brought with you? See any cute boys down there, I’ve seen so many!”
Cindy Rupert, Chelsea’s cousin, and the only person that she actually knew on this whole campus. They had grown up together, until Cindy’s parents had to move when her dad got a new job half way through high school.
“The ride was okay, boring. Is this bed mine?”
She pointed to the bed on the right that had a couple of boxes sitting on top. The one on the left already had sheets and blankets on it.
“Yep, I hope that’s okay with you.” Cindy looked like maybe she was worried about it.
“Yeah this is great.” She reassured her.
Cindy was great, she always loved being with her when they were younger. She was the only person she could hang out with that wouldn’t judge her. Cindy could be the most popular girl anywhere if she wanted to be, but that’s not what she wanted. She liked to have friends, but that wasn’t the most important thing to her, she was genuinely a decent person and Chelsea loved that about her. She wished more people were like that.
The only flaw Cindy had that she could think of is that she is a huge gossip. S
he loves to know everything, get the dirt on everyone. It’s no wonder she is taking journalism, she’ll know everything before everyone else has the chance. Sometimes her gossip comes in handy, but most of the time is was just kind of annoying.
Chelsea unpacked her things, made her bed and then she and Cindy decided to head out to the court yard to see what was going on. There were still people all over the place, sitting in the grass and enjoying the sun, or standing around and chatting. It was pretty over whelming. They headed over to a group of tables set up along the wall of the main building. It looked like it was sign up for the sports teams, and any kind of extracurricular activities. That wasn’t something Chelsea was interested in, but Cindy signed up for a couple.
When they were done touring around the campus grounds, they headed back to the room to relax for the night. Chelsea went to sleep that night trying to imagine what the next couple of years were going to be like.
~
The next day was Sunday. Chelsea had the whole day to prepare for her classes, and maybe try to meet some new people. There were a bunch of activities going on, orientation games, sports try outs, and there was a lunch organized for all of the students. Chelsea decided she would try out some of the games they had going on. She went out to the courtyard and gathered in the group with the rest of the students. The first game was a water balloon toss. She surprisingly had a lot of fun, and she met a couple of girls who she introduced to Cindy when she arrived, Megan and Brooke. They were both in the Accounting program with Chelsea.
The four girls spent the most part of the morning taking part in the activities. At noon, they went over to the cafeteria and got the free lunch that the school had set up for them. When they were all done, Cindy suggested that they go and watch the football tryouts.
“That’s a great idea!” Brooke squealed. So the girls started walking towards the field.
They took a seat in the bleachers, Cindy on one side of Chelsea and Brooke on the other followed by Megan. Chelsea was actually enjoying herself. This was practically more friends than she had ever had in high school. They turned their focus to the field. There were about twenty guys out there all running around and throwing a football at each other. Chelsea had never been in to sports, but she thought to herself as she watched all of the guys in tights, that maybe she should be.
She looked around the field, trying to get a good look at all of the players. That’s when she saw him, and Cindy must have seen him too.
“Who is THAT?” She gawked.
It was the guy Chelsea had seen when she was signing in, the perfect one.
“That’s Miles Martin.” Megan said. “He’s a total hunk. He was the quarter back last year and probably this year too. He’s gorgeous. All the girls swoon over him like no other guys exist, and I don’t blame them.”
“Yeah,” Brooke added, “and someone told me that they knew his ex, apparently he’s in to some kinky stuff, you know, in bed. She called him an ‘alpha’.”
“Huh, interesting.” Cindy said.
All the girls got quiet then, watching the action on the field. Chelsea couldn’t help but think about what it would mean to be with an alpha. The thought should have freaked her out, but for some reason it intrigued her. She was fascinated by Miles, not just how gorgeous he was, but because there was something more lying behind the face, something deeper and darker. She always had been a sucker for that kind of stuff. Somewhere inside of her, she wished that he could teach her what he knows, show her the ropes. That little idea ended quickly, after all, he was the hottest guy on this campus and she was nothing but a chubby virgin who knew no one. Chelsea snorted internally, yeah like that was ever going to happen.
The girls sat and watched for a little while longer, until the practices were pretty much over. Then they headed down the bleachers and towards the cafeteria for dinner. When they got to the bottom of the stairs, they ran in to some of the boys who were trying out, Miles being one of them. Cindy, Brooke and Megan all started to talk to the boys, asking names and saying how great of a job they did. Chelsea stood quietly in the back of the group, mainly looking down at her feet. When another pair of shoes joined hers, she looked up. There was a sweet looking boy standing in front of her smiling shyly.
“Hey.” He said “I’m Owen.”
“Hi, I’m Chelsea.” She smiled back at him. He had dark hair that was shaggy and in his eyes, blue eyes and a cute smile. He wasn’t too tall, maybe a couple of inches taller than her, but he had a nice body, lean and muscular.
He chatted with her for a while, telling her about him, what program he was in and where he was from. She found that she could talk to him easily and she liked that. He asked her if she was planning on coming to the games.
“Yeah, I think I will. I want to show some school spirit.” She laughed a little and smiled at him.
“I would really love for you to come to them; you could be my lucky charm.”
She blushed and giggled. Before she had a chance to say anything back to him, another voice called out: “Hey Owen, you coming?”
She looked over and saw that it was Miles who had called out to him. She hadn’t realized that they were friends. His eyes met hers and she automatically looked to the ground. She looked back up when Owen said his goodbyes to her.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you later. At the games I hope.” He waved to her as he walked away, catching up the group of guys that had already left.
She watched the boys walk away, and then she joined her friends to head to dinner. As she walked up to them, they were all smirking at her.
“What?” She asked innocently.
“That guy was totally in to you!” Cindy said excitedly.
“Do you think so?” Chelsea smiled shyly.
“Duh! He wants you.” Megan said.
“He did tell me he hopes I go to all of the games so I could be his good luck charm.”
“Oh my gosh! Then it’s settled, we must be at all the games!” Cindy announced, and all the girls laughed and headed for dinner.
~
Chelsea spent the next couple of weeks going through the motions of school. She went to all of her classes, did her homework and of course went to all of the football games with Cindy, Brooke and Megan.
After each and every one, she would have a chat with Owen. They got to know each other, and she actually really liked him. He made her laugh and she was comfortable with him. She didn’t feel insecure and that was wonderful. After the fourth game they played, they walked back to her dorm together, he lived in a house off campus with some of his friends, and he kissed her goodnight. It was a soft and sweet kiss. She didn’t tell him that it was actually her first one.
She liked college so far, the classes were good, the friends were great, and she finally got her first kiss.
The next night they played, Chelsea was at the game as usual. Their team won and everyone was really happy about it so they decided they’d all go and celebrate. Owen was about to go with them, when Chelsea stopped him. She had been thinking about it for a while, and she really liked Owen, and she thought she was ready to take the next step. She wanted to lose her virginity to him.
She whispered in his ear asking if she wanted to go back to her dorm instead, and he had no issues with that at all.
They walked a little quicker than they normally would to get to her room. When they got there, she unlocked the door and let them in. Owen didn’t waste any time, he turned around and locked his lips with Chelsea’s. The kiss was slow and soft but it felt good on her lips. She slowly ran his tongue across her bottom lip, asking to be let in. She obliged. They kissed their way to her bed, slowly removing pieces of clothing as they did so. First her shirt came off, and then his. He ran his hands down her legs as he pulled off her jeans. They were kissing again when his phone went off. He didn’t answer it, and instead unbuttoned his jeans.
His phone started to ring again. He sighed, looked at the screen and quickly answered.
“Hey
, what’s up?” He sounded worried.
The person on the other line said something back and Owen said “Okay, I’ll be there soon.” Then he looked at her. “I’m really sorry Chelsea, I have to go.”
She smiled at him, “That’s okay. We can pick this up where we left off next time.”
He leaned in and kissed her, pulled on his jeans and shirt, put on his shoes and left.
Chelsea put on her pajamas and went to sleep. She was happy about her decision to be with Owen, even if it didn’t happen this time.
The next day, her and Owen decided that after the game the upcoming Friday would be the time. Chelsea was excited and nervous all week. She felt almost giddy. College was just awesome, she had everything she wanted.
The day of the game, Chelsea was sitting at one of the benches in the court yard waiting for Cindy to get out of class. She wasn’t paying much attention to her surroundings, listening to music and playing on her phone. So she didn’t notice when someone sat next to her, until there was someone’s hand on her arm. She jumped a little and looked up, expecting it to be Cindy. It wasn’t her, it was Miles. The last person she ever expected to be sitting on a bench beside her.
She took out her headphones and looked over at him. He was just watching her.
“Hey.” She said awkwardly to him when he didn’t say something first.
“Are you coming to the game tonight Chelsea?” He asked her. She had never really listened to his voice before, but she realized now that it suited him perfectly. It was deep and smooth and could probably make any girl melt.
“Uh yeah I think so.” She stuttered. She still didn’t know how to react to a guy that was this gorgeous, especially when they were looking at you so fiercely with those eyes.
“Good, I’ll see you there.” He smiled at her with his perfect teeth, slowly ran his hand down her arm and got up and left.
She watched him leave, with her jaw dropped. What had just happened? Did he just flirt with her? Chelsea’s arm was still tingling from where he had caressed it. Her heart was pounding, but in a good way. She felt different than she ever had before.
