by Nella Tyler
“Too—mm—too cold,” I pointed out absently. I reached down and after a moment of struggling, found the fly of Ty’s jeans. “Y-you could wear a s-skirt, too,” I murmured, as Ty claimed one of my nipples with his lips and tongue, sucking and licking, sending jolts of pleasure through my body that seemed to go straight to my pussy.
Ty broke away from me with a snicker, looking at me with an amused gleam in his eyes before he started on my other breast, even as his fingers continued to work me, turning me on more and more.
I struggled with Ty’s zipper, trying to go by feel since I couldn’t see what I was doing. After a few moments, I finally got his fly open, and tugged his pants and his boxers down. I found the hot, hard length of his cock and started to stroke him slowly, rubbing the tip of Ty’s erection with my thumb, feeling the precum starting to flow.
Ty moaned against my skin, his lips tightening on my nipple. For a moment I lost all track of time as we teased each other; it felt so good, his fingers slipping and sliding and rubbing against my pleasure center, the feeling of his hard cock in my hand, his mouth on my breasts.
“Come on, babe,” Nick said, breaking away from my nipple. He gave me a quick kiss on the lips and then led me over to his bed. He pushed me gently down onto my stomach on the bed, kissing the nape of my neck, cupping and squeezing my breasts in his hands. “We have ten minutes. Think we can make it?”
“I’m already—already more than halfway there,” I said, pushing my hips back. I could feel Ty’s cock brushing against the curve of my ass, against the backs of my thighs. I wanted him inside of me more than anything in the world at that moment.
“Fuck, babe…you are so fucking hot like this,” Ty murmured. I felt his fingers brush against me, and then felt the tip of his cock sliding along my slick folds.
I spread my legs as wide as my jeans would allow and stood on the balls of my feet, holding myself up. Ty thrust into me slowly, filling me up from behind, inch by inch as I moaned out. I pushed my hips back, taking him deeper, and when I felt Ty’s hips pressed against the curve of my ass, we both stopped—just for a moment.
“God…” I let my forehead fall against the bed. “God, you feel so good, Ty.” He mumbled something I couldn’t quite make out and started to move inside of me, rocking his hips, sliding in and out of me by inches.
“We have…six…minutes,” Ty said, panting slightly as he began to pick up his pace. “Think you can come that fast?” I laughed, even as tingling jolts of pleasure crackled through my nerves.
“Harder…faster,” I suggested, breathless, moving in reaction to Ty’s thrusts. I twisted and writhed, holding myself up on my forearms, pushing my hips back to meet Ty’s, taking him deeper and deeper.
Ty thrusted into me harder and faster, his hot, hard cock sliding along my inner walls, and somehow, every third or fourth thrust brought the tip of his erection up against my g-spot, sending a white-hot jolt of pleasure through my body. I felt myself getting hotter and hotter, wetter and wetter, more and more turned on by the moment.
Ty reached around the curve of my hip, and his fingers slipped along my labia even as he continued to pound into me from behind. I cried out in pleasure as he started to stroke and rub my clit in counterpoint to his thrusts. He kissed along the nape of my neck, down between my shoulders, and we both moved as fast as we possibly could. All at once, the tension deep down between my hips snapped, and wave after wave of pleasure washed through me. I cried out over and over again as I came, barely even aware of Ty’s body tensing against mine, of the feeling of his cock twitching inside of my body. I lost all track of time for a little while—I don’t know how long—and finally we both sagged against the bed, panting and gasping for breath.
All at once, I came back to myself. “Shit! What time is it?” I felt Ty slide out of me, felt his weight lift off of my body in a quick movement.
“Nine forty-five,” he said, sighing in satisfaction. “How do you feel?” For a moment I was confused—and then I remembered that we’d had our quickie as a way to help my nerves. I laughed, almost collapsing against the bed once more.
“Better,” I told him when I could breathe again. “Shit, I need to get across campus. So do you.”
“Pull your clothes on,” Ty suggested, giving the spot right in between my shoulder blades a quick kiss. “I’ll walk you to your classroom.”
I smiled, taking a deep breath to gather my strength. My legs and arms felt like my bones had turned to jelly, but I was definitely more relaxed, and definitely in a much better mood. Whether I was going to do any better on the exam than I would have otherwise was a different matter, but I at least wasn’t consumed with anxiety anymore.
Chapter Four
“You don’t have to do this, you know,” I told Nicole as we walked out of her dorm building and toward my car.
“You’re acting like you’re taking me to go sacrifice myself,” she said, smiling slightly. “I’m meeting your parents, not a firing squad.” I gave her a weak smile in return.
“I just know you’ve been stressed out by finals,” I told her, brushing my sweaty palms against my jeans once more. “If you were too tired, or needed to pack your stuff before break…” Nicole stopped in her tracks and turned to face me.
“Do you want me to meet your parents?” Her big, dark eyes stared up into mine. “If you don’t want me to, then you can just say so.”
“I want you to meet them,” I told her quickly. “I just don’t want you to feel like you have to meet them if you don’t want to.” Nicole took a quick breath and licked her lips.
“You’re nervous,” she said. After a moment she started to smile. “That’s kind of cute, actually.”
“Cute?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah,” Nicole replied, her grin broadening. “It’s cute. Normally I’m the one who’s nervous.”
“You’re not nervous?” Nicole shrugged.
“Either your parents will like me, or they won’t,” she said. “And if they don’t like me, either you’ll stay with me in spite of it, or you won’t.” For a moment, something that looked a lot like doubt flashed through her eyes. “I’m going to be as charming as possible, but if it all goes wrong, there’s not much I can do about it, right?” I chuckled.
“I’m glad you’re so calm about this,” I told her. I took her hand in mine and we continued toward my car in the student parking lot. I reminded myself that the few women in my life that my parents had objected to—including Kelsey—they’d had good reasons for not liking.
I couldn’t imagine anyone not liking Nicole. It helped too that she was dressed to the nines; when I’d gone up to meet her at her dorm she was putting the finishing touches on her makeup. Somehow she managed to look absolutely natural and completely unreal at the same time. The dress she’d chosen to wear was made out of some kind of sweater material, and went down to almost her knees, with a V-neck. It clung to her curves without looking sexual, which was just perfect.
Under it she was wearing tights that looked like they were made of some kind of sweater material too—along with a nice pair of boots that came up to her ankles. Her dark hair had a little bit of a curl to it, without looking overdone. “Did I mention you look perfect?” Nicole looked up at me and blushed, grinning.
“I probably shouldn’t admit this but this is probably the eighth outfit I tried on,” she said. “I wanted to look nice and sweet and all that.”
“You succeeded,” I told her, giving her hand a squeeze. We stopped at my car and I gave her a quick kiss on the lips before I opened the passenger side door for her. “My parents are going to love you.”
“Who are you trying to convince?” Nicole slid in and grinned up at me. I shrugged and shook my head, hurrying to the driver’s side of the car.
It took us about forty-five minutes to get to the restaurant my parents had arranged to meet us at, and I felt myself getting more and more nervous as we got closer and closer. It wasn’t that I really thought that my paren
ts wouldn’t like Nicole; it was more that I just didn’t know what would happen between them. They had hated Kelsey from the first time they’d met her—and they’d been right, even though at the time I hadn’t been able to see it.
My mom and dad were waiting outside of the restaurant, a mid-range steak house that they’d taken me to on a few other occasions—when I’d been in soccer and won a game, or something like that. “That’s them,” I told Nicole in a low voice as we walked up from our parking spot. She gave my hand a quick, reassuring squeeze.
“Ty! Good to see you, son,” my dad said as we stepped up to the entrance where he and my mom waited. I let go of Nicki’s hand and gave first my dad and then my mom a quick hug.
“Mom, Dad,” I said, taking a quick, deep breath. “This is Nicole. Nicole, this is my mom and dad.”
“You can call me Sylvia,” Mom said, extending her hand to shake Nicole’s. I almost held my breath, waiting for the reaction.
“It’s a real pleasure to meet you, Sylvia,” Nicole said, shaking my mom’s hand and smiling. “Ty’s told me a lot about you.” My mom smiled, glancing at me for just a moment. Nicole turned to my father.
“You can call me Tyler,” my dad said, offering his own hand. Nicole shook it a little more firmly, and I saw the respect in my dad’s eyes.
“It’s good to meet you as well, Tyler,” Nicole told him. “I understand you’re the reason Ty got into the idea of becoming an accountant in the first place.” Dad beamed.
“I’m just proud my son wants to follow in my footsteps,” Dad said, shrugging.
“Let’s head inside; I think they have our table ready for us,” Mom suggested. I took Nicole’s hand in mine and followed my parents in, already starting to feel more relaxed. The restaurant did have the table ready, and I thought—at the last moment, beyond the point when I could have actually warned Nicole—about the fact that I hadn’t coached her at all about what to order or how to order.
Somehow—I was too relieved to remember to ask about it later—Nicole hit exactly the right note with her order. My parents chatted while we waited for the waitress to come to our table, asking if Nicole wanted some wine, pointing out some of the more expensive items on the menu, mentioning some of their favorites.
“I wish I could have some wine,” Nicole said, smiling ruefully, “but I’m underage. I’d hate to put you in the position of being embarrassed when I get carded.”
“We’ll order a bottle for the table,” Dad said, shrugging off the potential for embarrassment. “They won’t ask too many questions—we’re here all the time.”
Then, when we ordered, Nicole managed to hit the exact right note again; she waited until Mom, Dad, and I had ordered and picked something that was right in the same price range. I was so proud of her, so happy that she’d managed to make exactly the right kind of choice—presumably without even knowing what it was my parents were after.
It was obvious to me that my parents were trying to test her—without being too obvious about it. But I could also tell that Nicole was passing with flying colors, seemingly without any effort at all. She sipped her wine when it came, along with her water; she paid attention to whoever was talking at any given moment, and compared notes.
She was as different from Kelsey as it was possible for a girl to be, and different even from my other girlfriends; Nicole was absolutely classy, completely and utterly charming, and I wanted more than anything to take her to the cloakroom and pin her against the wall to show her just how pleased I was with how she was coming across.
She asked my dad questions about accounting—and I was shocked at how much she’d understood of what I’d explained to her. Mom asked about her studies and I jumped in, knowing that Nicole was a little nervous about her classes. “Nicole is still figuring out what she wants to do with her life,” I said. “But she’s got a really full course load: psych, history, literature, math, and the freshman classes.”
“How do you feel about college? I remember it being tough when I first started out,” Mom said, obviously wanting Nicole to answer instead of me.
“It’s tough,” Nicole agreed, smiling wryly. “But I think I’m starting to get the hang of it. Ty has been so good—he’s really such a great support, and I just try to be as supportive of him when I can, even though he never seems to need it.”
“He mentioned that the two of you study together often,” Dad said, glancing at me briefly.
“We do,” Nicole said, and I saw the pink spreading through her cheeks. “In fact, Ty taught me that flash card trick you taught him how to use in high school.” I laughed; it was true that I had taught it to her, and true that Dad had taught it to me in high school, but it was so exactly what she was supposed to say in that moment that it was almost unbelievable.
“I hope the two of you aren’t just shut up in your dorms studying all the time,” Mom said, looking almost concerned.
“Oh no, we also go to campus events together, or to dinner or things like that,” Nicole said. She looked at me and smiled. “Ty is the most wonderful guy I think I’ve ever met in my life.” She glanced at my mother again. “Don’t tell my dad that though—he might actually take it a bit personal that his number one spot has been kicked out from under him.”
By the time we walked out to the car to head home, I knew that my parents had come to a conclusion about Nicole—and I knew that it was a positive one. I hugged my mom goodbye, and she gave me a kiss on the cheek. “She’s beautiful,” Mom murmured in my ear. “Beautiful and sweet.” I pulled back from the hug with a smile and then Dad clapped my shoulder.
“It’s been a pleasure getting to know you a little better, Nicole,” Dad told her. “I hope we’ll get to see you again sometime soon—though I understand you’re going to be at your parents’ for break.”
“Well, if Ty and I find a way to meet up during break, I would love to see you both again too,” Nicole said. Then we were climbing into the car, leaving my parents behind, and I felt the little bit of lingering tension that had been with me all night dissolve. Nicole had met my parents, and my parents had loved her.
We didn’t talk much on the way back to campus, mostly just comparing notes about how much packing we still had to do. I was more than ready to go up to Nicole’s room and distract her for a few more hours, but I knew I’d just feel guilty about it later when she had to spend the whole night making up for lost time, and ended up going home exhausted.
I pulled into my parking spot in the student lot and before Nicole could open the door on the passenger side, I grabbed her carefully and turned her to face me. “You did great with them,” I murmured, even as I leaned in to kiss her.
I sealed Nicole’s lips with my own, sliding my tongue against her until her mouth opened to let me in. In a matter of moments, all of the tension and stress and pride I’d been feeling in the previous few hours came to a peak, and I kissed Nicole as if I wanted to devour her, as if I hadn’t spent the evening eating a long and leisurely dinner. My hands began to move on her body, and I felt the car heating up around us, felt my whole body beginning to warm up and tingle as I got turned on.
I pulled back, taking a quick breath. I reminded myself that Nicole and I both needed to pack to leave campus the next day; if I kept going, I wasn’t going to even remotely be able to stop unless she said something, and we’d just end up spending the rest of the night having sex until we fell asleep.
“Fuck,” I said, sighing. “I should have stopped five minutes ago. I’m hard as a rock.” Nicole giggled and leaned over, kissing me quickly on the lips.
“If you get done packing before midnight, text me,” she said. “We can make time for one last session.” I nodded, taking another breath. I needed to cool off.
“I am so going to get done before midnight,” I told Nicole, grinning at her. “And you’d better be done too.”
“I’ll try,” Nicole said, lowering her eyelashes in the way that always drove me crazy. “You just text me if you’re done.�
� I gave her a last, quick kiss, and we got out of the car. I was absolutely determined to get all of my packing for winter break done as quickly as possible.
Chapter Five
I parked in the student parking lot on the last day of winter break, my stomach in knots even though my parents had told me at least five times that whatever my grades were, they knew I was working hard, and if I needed to retake anything to get a higher grade, we’d work that out when the time came. I hadn’t exactly admitted just how much doubt I had about my grades; I had just told them that I was nervous.
“Nicki-baby,” Mom had said, cuddling with me on the couch while we watched It’s a Wonderful Life, “your dad and I both know college is tough. Sometimes you have to retake classes—it’s normal.” I didn’t think Ty had ever had to retake a single class.
I had at least managed to see Ty a couple of times during break; two days before Christmas, we’d met to exchange presents—I’d made him some DIY shave cream and face lotion, along with a leather bracelet I’d braided myself, and my mom had knitted him a scarf that I gave him.
He had gotten me a necklace and at first I’d felt terrible about how much more he had to have spent, but he’d sent me a picture of his wrist with the bracelet on it, and his face after he used the products I’d made for him—clean-shaven without a single dab of blood on it—and I felt a little better. I’d sent him a picture of me wearing the necklace and nothing else, and he’d begged me to find a way to sneak over to his parents’ house while they were out at a party.
Classes for spring semester were supposed to start in three days; I’d registered during break, picking two more Literature classes, another History class—world history instead of American history—the second parts of my required freshman classes, and one called Art in East Asia, just because it had seemed interesting, and it would—according to my advisor—fulfill an art credit requirement.
