Magic Makes the Man

by Jason Hutchinson

  He knew his own expression had turned a bit sheepish. He hadn’t been out of the Army long enough to really know what he wanted to say in response to her words. It was flattering and nice, of course, but it wasn’t something he felt the need to be thanked for at every turn.

  The beauty smiled. “Good to know I’m not the only awkward duckling on campus.”

  She took the sheaf of papers from his hand as he regained his feet, this time with eyes at the same level as hers.

  “Mia.” She said.

  Steve stared at her for a moment.

  “Steve.” He blurted, offering his hand quickly…to a woman with both hands full. He pulled it back and she laughed.

  He was in love.

  Well, lust. She seemed pretty nice, but how could he really judge based on their interaction so far?

  “Are you heading to the orientation?”

  Mia nodded. “Not really looking forward to it, but yeah. It feels weird.”

  “Why is that?”

  She made a point of scanning the crowd. “I’m at least five years older than everyone here.” She lamented.

  “Yeah, about the same.” Steve replied. “But I wouldn’t have put you older than twenty-one or so.”

  “…and he’s sweet, too.” Mia joked.

  “Mine’s more like seven.” He said. “A lot of these kids were just starting high school when I was on my first deployment to Afghanistan.”

  There was a lengthy pause and Steve looked around. The vast majority of the crowds had dissipated. “So, do you mind if I tag along with you?”

  “Thought you’d never ask.” Mia said, pulling the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth.

  Chapter Eight

  At five in the morning as he started his daily run, Steve hadn’t really had any idea how his day was going to turn out. To be certain, playing hooky from his Freshman orientation with an incredibly beautiful, if not incredibly awkward stranger had not been on the agenda.

  He’d followed Mia almost blindly towards the auditorium for the presentation, not giving it a second thought as they veered off-course, the sparkling, blue-eyed goddess drawing him into an empty classroom.

  She was already kissing him before he realized they’d gone astray.

  It wasn’t even a concern, honestly.

  Her remarkable body was plastered against him, hot and pliable as his arm went around her waist, tasting her lips and her sweet tongue as it practically assaulted his mouth. The kiss went on for nearly a minute before she pulled back, one palm pressed flat against his chest.

  “Wow! This isn’t something…”

  Steve pulled her back towards him, this time initiating the kiss himself. He felt her body melt once again. He let it linger, passionately, though nowhere near as long as the first one.

  “…I usually do.” Mia finished after the long pause.

  “Me either,” Steve said, his brain inventorying every centimeter of where their bodies touched. “but I thought it was only fair that I get to kiss you back.”

  The smile made her even more beautiful.

  “Oh, so it’s tit for tat, is it?” She grinned, one of her hands dipping between them, finding the growing bulge in his jeans. It throbbed as she gave it a squeeze, her eyes never once breaking contact with his.

  “That sounds like it’s only fair.”

  The hand wrapped around Mia’s waist dipped to that beautiful posterior while his free hand dipped under her skirt. She spread her legs delicately, letting his fingers wander across the front of her panties. A slight sigh slipped from between her lips as he pressed down over the spot he assumed marked her sensitive clit.

  “Fair.” She whispered as his lips met hers once again. Her hand had apparently forgotten its own responsibilities, but Steve didn’t care. His finger was tracing the elastic leg of her panties, pressing into her silky flesh to sneak under its guarding grip.

  A moment later, Mia bit his lower lip, just as his finger first pressed into the wetness between her legs. She pulled back again.

  With amazing grace and fluidity, the gorgeous young woman stepped out of Steve’s embrace and took a step back. Her fingers gripped the hem of her dress, pulling it over her hips with frustrating slowness. Playfully, she smiled at him as she lowered herself to one of the classroom chairs, throwing one heel beautifully up onto the desk.

  Steve pulled up his own chair, pulling it directly between her spread legs as she reclined. He didn’t really know what to say, he just knew that he was desperate for her.

  “I just wanted to make things easier to…get to for you.” Mia said, two fingers pulling the covering fabric of her cotton panties to one side. Though Steve appreciated the gorgeous, shaved perfection of Mia’s body, his eyes couldn’t bear to part with that seductive stare, even as his fingers slipped into her.

  She moaned in pleasure, shifting her ass forward in the seat, leaning back on her elbows as he sank his fingers deeper and deeper into her hot body.

  “God, that feels so fucking good.” She cooed as his thumb pressed wetly against her clit.

  Steve’s cock felt like it was about to rip through the fly of his jeans as he continued finger-fucking the gorgeous woman he’d just met a few minutes prior. It throbbed with each sexy sound from between her delicious lips, pressing hard as she squirmed under his touch.

  After a few minutes, Mia’s eyes seemed to change. Her hand pressed down on his, then nudged it away. His fingers slipped from her body, triggering an almost imperceptible disappointment in the depth of her eyes.

  “Tit for tat, remember?”

  Mia’s chair squeaked across the floor as she pushed it back, simultaneously sinking to her knees in front of him.

  “If that’s alright, of course?” She said, turning her eyes up from his strained zipper to his stunned face.

  “Not sure if I have any option here.” Steve remarked, smiling, as Mia’s fingers were already diligently working on the button of his jeans.

  She looked up again, this time mocking a serious expression. “Yeah, you don’t.”

  One hand hooked under the band of his shorts, pulling them out and down through the newly opened fly as the fingers of the other hand burned hotly against his rapidly-growing cock. It flopped forward, landing directly on the bridge of her nose.

  “Sorry.” Steve started.

  Mia’s tongue lifted the cock from her beautiful face, gliding hotly up its length until the head rested on her lower lip, once again revealing those eyes staring into his. “Trust me, you don’t need to apologize for anything you do to me with this.”

  The stunner stroked his cock back and forth with her hot hand a few times as if to make sure he was clear what she was talking about.

  Steve was just starting to come to the realization that he was out of his league when he felt the hot embrace wash over the head of his cock, spreading rapidly down his shaft as he watched it disappear between her beautiful lips.

  Watching her work was as mesmerizing as it was exhilarating. Up and down those lips slid, heroically and mercilessly; tongue swirling at the head of his cock, expertly scooping up any pre-cum she managed to squeeze from him with the following strokes of her hand.

  “Now that’s what I’m talking about!”

  Steve’s hand had just cradled the back of Mia’s head as the sound behind him triggered his fight or flight instinct. It resulted in Mia’s head buried between his legs, his cock stretching her throat as her lips crushed into the mound of pubic hair at the base of his shaft.

  “Sorry, did I scare you?” Firefly giggled as she came out from behind him. “She’s even hotter than the one I pointed out earlier.”

  “Do you mind?” It wasn’t words, just an expression to convey them. He punctuated it by looking down at the jet-black hair in his lap. His serendipitous lover had moved her hands behind her back, clasping them there sexily.

  “I think she wants you to fuck her face.”

  Steve turned his head to look Firefly in the eye. He knew
full-well that Mia wouldn’t see her, nor hear him speaking to her if the Jinn didn’t allow it. It was part of her magic, but he certainly wasn’t used to it.

  “Can you just…”

  “She does want you to fuck her face.” Firefly said, walking delicately around the chair as Steve ground his cock into her throat a little bit. “This one’s a firecracker. God, if you knew all the things that she wants you to do…”

  “Firefly!”

  The Jinn scrunched her nose up in her signature pout. “Try to help a guy out. Anyway, I don’t even know if some of the things she wants are physically…”

  Steve was about to yell at her again when she blinked out.

  As his mind focused back on the woman who had his cock down her throat, he realized that she was just starting to struggle. He released his hold on her head and she came up, gasping.

  Her eyes were on fire, though, cutting off even the thought of an apology before it even had time to send a signal to his vocal cords.

  She dipped down, her tongue bathing his balls as she caught her breath. “Jeez, you almost made me cum and you’re not even touching me.”

  “You like that?” Steve asked. It sounded dominant, but being dominant had never really been something that went beyond his fantasy life. This whole thing is beyond my fantasy life, he thought.

  “I do. I want more of that,” she said, but her actions seemed to contradict her words as she rose to her feet, sashaying sexily over to the teacher’s desk at the front of the classroom. “…but not until after you’ve fucked me with it. I want to taste both of us when you cum down my throat.”

  If Mia had almost had an orgasm with his cock down her throat, Steve almost had his own as her words flowed perfectly with her bending over at the waist, planting her palms on the desk as she gyrated that gorgeous ass in his direction.

  “…if that works for you.”

  Double-time, soldier!

  The voice of his original drill Sergeant was loud in his head and he was on his feet like he as back in Basic Training. He wasn’t going to give her what she wanted right away, though. He sank to his knees behind her and fought the tight panties off over those delicious curves, burying his face in her perfect ass before the panties had even managed to make it to her ankles.

  The hot, musky smell of her body hit him at the same moment the taste of her flooded his tongue. He stabbed it in her, wanting nothing in the heat of it other than to just devour her.

  Mia groaned in pleasure, but Steve wasn’t getting what he wanted. As he stood, he scooped her into his arms, carrying her as she clung to his neck to one of the student desks.

  He deposited her on her back, using the hand that was already cupping the back of her knees to trace down her sexy leg, gripping her tightly by the ankle. A moment later, his other hand had done the same and he spread her legs wide, pushing one knee up to her right shoulder as his face buried itself between her sweet legs for the second time.

  “Oh, God!”

  Steve had just a fleeting worry about how loud she was and just how loud she might become. Nothing was more important than living out the rest of this fantasy, though. His tongue sank into her wet flesh over and over again as his hands peripherally pleasured him through the touch of her sexy legs.

  God, if you knew all the things that she wants you to do…

  Firefly’s syrupy voice flooded his mind as he listened to Mia’s moans of pleasure. The whole thing was just like one of his fantasies and he finally resolved to live it.

  Sinking his thumb deep into her, he let his fingers slide up her slit to either side of her clit, squeezing it as he probed her, sending chills up her body and causing her to writhe in pleasure.

  Mia squeaked in disappointment as his thumb left her and his fingers abandoned her clit, only to turn into a low, rumbling groan as the thumb pressed firmly and aggressively against her exposed ass, making quick work of the tight, restrictive muscle.

  “Oooh…”

  The sound hovered there, a long, steadily intensifying not of pleasure as his fingers sank into her pussy.

  “Cum for me.” He grunted.

  Mia’s hands had replaced his on the back of her knees, holding her legs spread as she precariously perched on the student desk, her body beginning to shudder and tense from the orgasm he effectively commanded of her.

  She nodded gorgeously, as if accepting his order. He watched the flush wash over her lower body as he started rocking his hand up and down, stretching her ass and pussy at the same time. Her eyes widened in desperate pleasure as he clamped his palm over her mouth, blocking out the sound and leaving only a soft, vibrating hum.

  Mia came for him.

  Chapter Nine

  The orgasm rolled through Mia’s body light a freight train, somehow bringing remarkable focus to her brain as she stared up at the handsome soldier she had just met.

  What the fuck am I doing?

  The though was clear, but the answer was even clearer.

  Having the most intense sexual experience of my life.

  It just wasn’t her thing.

  Well, sex is just about everyone’s thing, she thought, but not usually as spontaneous as this had been.

  She’d been drawn to him from the moment she’d entered the building and it was her own googly-eyed ogling of the beefcake now towering over her that had made her fall flat on her face in the first place.

  He rescued me, though.

  The sigh was internal, but just as lovely as it would have been on the outside.

  The orgasm asserted its need to be the center of attention again. Embarrassment didn’t even seem to register in Mia’s brain as she felt liquid splashing from between her legs. It had never happened to her before, but she’d never felt quite the same intensity as she was feeling right now.

  His hand was still clamped over her mouth, and probably for good reason. She didn’t feel like she could control it and there were probably a thousand people in the immediate vicinity. Hell, just about anyone could walk in on them at any moment. She’d never done anything even remotely like this, but it felt so delicious.

  Wave after wave of orgasm continued to flood her. Oddly, it didn’t really stop, she just became more accustomed to it. With effort, she stifled the moan long enough for her handsome soldier to tentatively pull his hand away. She jumped at the opening he gave her.

  “Please fuck me. Please.”

  The words were clear, concise, and made her body shiver again.

  She would beg him more if she needed to. She would do just about anything to have that cock in her.

  She reached between her garishly spread legs and searched for his cock as he changed his position. Her fingers wrapped around that beautiful shaft just as it pressed against her wet, hungry lips. It slid into her like a cattle prod, lighting up each pleasure sensor in her body like a Christmas tree, the girth she was unaccustomed to firing just enough pain to add to the symphony of sensations she was experiencing.

  His face was ruggedly beautiful, his eyes lost in the pleasure that he, too, was experiencing as their bodies connected. Her own boldness excited her. It was like the first time she had ever flirted; that same hesitant anxiety pushed down with great reward. The part of her emotions that seemed to stand out the most was that she would be happy if this was it. He was gorgeous, that was true, but sharing this moment was the extent of her desire towards him.

  “You like that?”

  Mia nodded in response, feeling like she would be unable to make words. Her internal thought processes were just about all she could manage on top of the pleasure she was feeling. In response, as if her assent was all the encouragement he needed, his pace picked up. That strong body plowed into her harder and harder, the fear of discovery from her own moans replaced with the fear of the wet sounds their bodies made crashing together.

  The cock hammering into her was like a steel rod. She concentrated on the sensation of it, its girth and length, the way it seemed so much more rigid than when it wa
s in her mouth.

  The thought of him in her mouth sent shivers down her spine. It had been dirty talk that has slipped from her fantasy life into the real world. None of her other lovers, though it had been a while since the last, had seen this side of her. It was real, though. She wanted him back between her lips. She wanted to taste his body blended with hers, one more of her senses involved in the pleasure of their coupling.

  “I want to taste you.”