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“Do you want me to walk you out?”
I stared blankly at Nathaniel, no good answer for his simple question coming to mind. I’d told him I had class, but I didn’t. I just was sick of speaking to him.
“Sure. Yea, sure.” I stood up to grab my backpack. Doesn’t he know there isn’t class on the weekend?
“Hey!” he stood on his tippy toes to grab my breasts. “Maybe we could…. do it before we go?”
“Uh….”
I’d rather die.
“No. No, I got class. I’m sorry!”
I felt bad. I looked down at his crestfallen face. His squeaky voice got even more annoying when he was upset. “But I drove all the way here….. I listened to your long boring story about your geology class….. “
“Fine.” I said to shut him up.
We did the usual preparation. I locked my dorm door, shut the shades. We took off our clothes beforehand, just to speed things up. Although, taking too long was not really an issue. I sucked him off which really was something I was trying to avoid, having just brushed my teeth and all. He made some guttural remarks about how my cooch was so tight, fuck me, etc. All according to script. Then, he tried to flip me around, but I did it beforehand, I knew where he was going. That’s all he wants to do these days, as if I were some curvy horse or something.
“AHHHHH YES!” he said dramatically, falling almost off the bed. He laid there for a moment half on the ground, panting as if something noteworthy had occurred. Then, he had the audacity to say “I know you don’t usually like to put out, but I think that was the best we’ve ever done! We should go. Do you think you’re gonna be late to class?”
“I’m not worried about it.” I replied, for a variety of reasons.
—-
I like Nathaniel, I really do. We’ve been dating for almost six years now, since middle school. We were the town’s favorite couple. He was big into band and music, and I was more into sports and fitness. We were an unlikely pairing, especially given the fact that he was a head shorter than I was. But he was my sweet lil guy. I wasn’t worried about us growing apart when I went off to college, and he stayed in our hometown to work at Stop and Shop. I figured we’d get through it, and then I could just forget all about boys when I came to college and focus on my studies.
But when you leave your little town for a huge university, they don’t tell you what you’re getting into. These aren’t boys here… they’re men. I feel so small and shy around them, in a way that scares me a bit… but also intrigues me. I just kind of wanted one of them to like, pick me up and put me in their hands, and score a touchdown with me, you know? I had a dream like that. It was one of my favorites.
“Hello?? Earth to April.”
Nathaniel waved his tiny hands in front of me. I’d been zoning out again.
“Yea?”
“Jeez Ap, you’re so air headed sometimes.” He snarked. “I was TELLING you that my mom isn’t here yet to pick me up. She’ll be here at 3.”
“Great.”
Nathaniel proceeded to go on about the complex social dynamics of the work staff at Stop and Shop, and how nobody seems to know how to do their job but him. I knew the correct responses to these stories, because he’d been talking about it for years.
Believe it or not, I used to really like these stories. He was a pretty good storyteller. Although, as time went on, especially in the first few months of being in school…. I’d find myself on the phone, still listening to this same story about some story in my hometown, when I had about a million cool things to tell him about college. He told me though, that talking about college makes him upset he didn’t get in anywhere, so I never really got to do more than tell him how right he was about how lazy his coworkers were.
“Hey!! April!” said the most melodic voice I’d ever heard. Whoops, back to reality.
Alec jogged over to me smiling, passing a large soccer ball between his legs. He was wearing his practice uniform that I like so much, the light ones that make his skin look so tan and his hair so blonde. He towered above us both.
I immediately tensed up. No, he shouldn’t be here. Or… we shouldn’t be here. I felt a primal urge to run away as he came up to me, possibly because he was featured in that touchdown dream. It didn’t feel right that Alec and Nathaniel could exist in the same universe.
He gave me a huge hug, which was unexpected. He turned to Nathaniel, paused for a second, and hugged him too. He was just friendly like that. “Sorry…!” He said, cutely. “That was weird! I kinda just am in the mood to hug people, you know what I mean?”
Nathaniel smiled awkwardly up at Alec. “Oh, no worries, my dude. I’m Nathaniel. I’m her soulmate.”
I cringed visibly at that statement. To be fair, our parents have been saying it for years. But something about that phrase was really bumming me out. Alec glanced at me. “Yep!” I said nervously.
“Cool!” said Alec. “Well, I came over to tell April that the soccer team is having a party on Pine Street after the game. You could both come! BOYB.”
Nathaniel aile içi seks hikayeleri dawned a little smug smile, and cleared his throat to say what had become his catch phrase lately. “Oh, April and I really don’t need drugs and alcohol to have fun. I play the guitar.”
Alec frowned. “Well, ok. Well, feel free to come anyway! We got games and stuff! Up to you guys, we’d love to have you!”
I opened my mouth to speak but Nathaniel spoke for me. “April’s got an exam on Monday. She’s going to be studying. Thank you for the offer, though!”
Alec shrugged. “Up to you. Nice to meet you, man. See ya later April!” He held up his hand for a high-five, and I connected. His hand lingered on mine for a moment, and even touched my wrist. I looked into his eyes, and he looked away. “Uh, bye!”
As Alec walked away, Nathaniel started tearing into him. “What a tool that guy is. Like you’d go to a party with some jock. I bet he’d rape you or something. “
That set me off. “Are you fucking kidding? Why are you making jokes about that? You have no idea what he’s like.”
“Neither do you! Trust me April, I know these things. He’s not really a nice guy like I am. I’ll bet he doesn’t play an instrument or write songs or anything. He’s just a muscle chad, that’s it. Were you seriously thinking of going to his little college party? What is there for you? Nothing. You’re not like that.”
I stared blankly at his beady little eyes and the peach fuzz he refused to ever shave.
“I’m going to go to class. I’ll talk to you tonight, ok?”
He rolled his eyes, and then spoke “Oh April. Being with you is so tough sometimes. Thankfully when I get into this school next year, I can move into your dorm and get your life back on track.”
I walked away from him without acknowledging that last comment. I threw up a bit in my mouth.
——–
I stormed angrily across campus, taking shots of the rubinoff I’d been keeping in my Stop & Shop water bottle. I had only started drinking last weekend when Alec and his friends poured me a few glasses of their boxed wine. I didn’t really know much about drinking besides that one night, but I figured shots were pretty similar. They tasted gross, though.
As I walked, I got more and more annoyed. Stupid Nathaniel. Telling me how to live. Did he really think I was dumb? Was I dumb? I don’t know. Probably. But at the very least, I had to go find Alec to apologize to him.
What if he thinks I’m some freak now? What if he thinks I’m boring? What if he doesn’t invite me to his parties anymore, and I don’t have any friends left, and Nathaniel moves into my dorm and we spend every weekend studying and talking about Stop & Shop while every other college girl in the world goes to frat parties and kisses boys and has fun with their lives?
I took my 4th or 5th shot. I was starting to lose count.
I walked into Alec’s dorm. It was so much better than mine. It was for sophomores, so naturally. I found the room with the names of Alec, his roommate, and a cute little soccer ball on it, and knocked loudly and angrily.
“UH! ONE SECOND!” Alec yelled.
He opened the door and a wall of smoke smacked me in the face. I looked into his eyes, now slightly red, and knew now what that nice smell was on him all the time.
“Oh! April!” He smiled as he reached down to give me a hug. “I thought you were the campus police. Uh…. sorry about the smell.”
“Oh, I don’t mind it.” I said. I really didn’t. I thought it was kinda nice. I noticed his roommate wasn’t there. We just stood there in silence letting the smell ring through the hallway.
“Do you…. want to come in?”
I came back to my senses. Wow, I was a bit drunk. I stammed about a million nonsense words in a row. I had sort of forgotten why I came.
“Hey yea, come sit!” Alec decided enthusiastically. “You seem stressed. Want a hit?”
As I sat down a few feet away on his bed, he handed me a little glass bowl with some green leaves in it. I was actually sort of terrified to take it, but I also wanted an excuse to touch his hand ‘by accident’ again. “Sure.”
He handed me his little glass bowl, and this time, my hand lingered. I ‘accidentally’ brushed some of the little blonde hairs on his wrist. My fingers looked so small and pale compared to his.
As I took a deep breath in from the little glass bowl, I felt my anxieties calming themselves a few at a time.
“I feel better…..” I dragged out the ‘r’ sound for about five seconds too long, then burst out laughing. “Sorry!!” I giggled. Alec giggled too. He had these little dimples I’ve never noticed before. His eyes looked so green in the afternoon sunlight.
“So…. What’s troubling you?”
At first, I was going to say nothing, because even thinking about Nathaniel and how he treats me these days brought up an anxiety bubble within me. But then, I looked at his kind, cute face, and it really seemed like…. He actually wanted to know. Now how people usually ask how things are going, where they really don’t want an actual answer. He was actually curious. About me. It was blowing my mind as I took another hit.
So, I told him everything. Mostly, how I felt stuck, and how Nathaniel does a lot of the sticking me places. How I already felt like my future was decided for me, and how frustrated I was that I was only going to have one year of fun here before he comes and ruins it. And how if I upset him, my parents and my friends would ask what was wrong with me, how could I act that way and potentially lose my ‘soul mate’ forever.
“But, isn’t it up to you?” He passed me the bowl. This time I went for his palm. It was warm.
I cocked my head, took another hit. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, it’s up to you. The soul mate thing. Whether or not you study or not. Whether he lives in your dorm. Stuff like that, is your choice in the end, right?”
Somehow, he blew my mind with this statement. I didn’t feel myself inching closer to him. I felt a warmth growing inside of me, one I hadn’t really ever felt before. I was shaking a little as I passed the bowl back to him.
Neither of us had looked away from each other since I arrived.
“I mean….” I thought about it. “It is. But won’t I disappoint people if I don’t do what they’ve dreamed up for me?”
“Maybe.” One of his little blond hairs dropped down by his nose. “But you’re…. you. They’re them. The leading expert on you is you. If you’re not happy with something, or if it’s not right, then you’re the one who’s going to recognize it the strongest.”
I liked the way he said you. As if he’d be thinking of me. My hand had landed on top of his now, but he didn’t pull it away. I stared right at him. I was almost shivering now in some sort of anticipation.
We sat in silence for what felt like a year, looking right at each other, frozen. Finally, I said something.
“And if it does feel right?”
He put his hands firmly on my shoulders and planted the deepest, sexiest kiss on me that my dreams of him could never compare to. My entire body shuddered four or five times. I pushed against him, breathing his breath.
He pulled back.
“Uh….” he looked nervous, stood up. “Sorry. That wasn’t right. Nathaniel—-“
“No, it’s ok!” I stammered awkwardly. I felt so different than I’d ever felt before. I didn’t even know what it was. The truth was, I just had never liked sex before. For me sex meant a good half hour of revving myself up as a first act, letting Nathaniel do whatever while I tried to act sexy for him, and then finishing the closing act by myself later on at a different time. It was nothing like this… Nothing this automatic… this perfect. I had barely wanted to have sex for most of my life, I just felt it was overrated. But right this moment, I didn’t want it. I needed it.
We stood like magnets, pulling toward each other trying hard not to connect. He stuck his hands into his pants, trying to hide the increasingly visible feelings toward me from sight. He put his big, tan hands on my pale shoulders, half to pull me away and half to hold me closer.
“I just don’t want you to make a mistake,” said Alec, clearly trying to stop himself from kissing me again.
I raised my eyebrows at him, laying my hands on his chest. “I don’t give a fuck about him.”
My body longed for him. I was past morals. It was time for action. I stood up and pushed him into the wall. The warmth inside me had grown into a raging flame. Our tongues danced as our bodies grew hot together. I felt his growing desire pushing against mine, quaking me down below. I ran my hands up his muscular back, to his neck, as he reached under my shirt, past my boobs and all around my lower back. I had a lot more ground to cover as there was a lot of him and only a little of me.
Suddenly, we were in a flurry of kissing, licking, and tasting. My mouth ran on his nipple, and down his wonderful, sweaty chest. I wanted so badly to see what was below. I’d only ever seen one before, and as you can guess, it wasn’t much.
Before I could pull off his sweatpants which were struggling to hold him in anyway, he squeezed his hands around my short torso and lifted me up.
I repeat…. He lifted me up! I feel like I’m flying as he kisses me up and down, licks my boobs, and then slides me onto his pillow.
To my surprise and pleasure, he slides his hands down my torso, grabs my leggings, and slides them off. He smiles. “Oh god, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
Running his hands up and down my legs, he kisses my boobs, then my stomach, and lower, and lower. He licks my inner thigh, and I shiver knowing what could be coming. What I hope is coming.
I was right. Suddenly, his mouth is on me, in me. At first, it’s such a strange feeling. I knew people did this, but never had somebody do it for me. At first, he’s licking, slurping, acting real sloppy down there, but damn I love it. As something starts to churn inside of me, I kick my legs wildly like a baby. Gleefully. Laughing. I hug his beautiful neck with my broad legs. Pulling him closer. Deeper. Fuck. Yes.
Then, he makes this suction with his mouth. He starts sucking, slobbering, licking, and sucking again. All at once. I let out a moan without meaning to. I giggle to myself, thinking of the fake moans I used to do for Nathanial to make him feel better. Marc’s tongue found a special spot, and as he sucked that part into his lips, licking and loving it, my legs flailed in two different directions, my moan much louder now. I can feel the blonde stubble on his face all around me.
As my breathing intensifies, I feel it coming. Yes. No! I’m not ready. I just want this to go on—
He pulls away, his arms still caressing my thighs, his hands on my breasts. His lips are back on mine now, with a funny taste in them. It’s kinda dirty… I like that. I shudder, thinking how close I was. I can’t tell if the wet on my crotch is from Marc’s mouth or something else. My whole body is tense, ravenous. I need to keep going, I can’t just stop now.
It’s my turn to take control. I jump onto him, my thighs in his hands, his face in my boobs. I can’t believe he can carry me. Maybe I’ll ask him to make a touchdown with me.
I push him over to the bed. “Let me see your cock.” I smile at him. Of course, I could already see it, bursting out of his pants. I quickly pulled his pants off him, with much hesitation from the body part in question, but finally the pants slung off of him and to the floor.
In front of me, his huge, long, somehow muscular looking cock burst from his legs, just waiting for me. It looked clean, perfect. Still feeling the building tension Marc had incited deep in my loins, I wanted nothing more but to have his cock as deep in my mouth as possible. I didn’t hesitate.
Marc moaned in pleasure as I slid my mouth over him, down slowly, then up, then down again, suctioning as he’d done to me. My hands ran all over him as I sucked him like a lollipop, spit glazing his hardening cock. Weirdly, it tasted… good. Salty, like an Italian sausage. I fucking loved having him in my mouth, growing with each stroke, lick, and kiss. Marc stroked me lovingly as I sucked on him. The longer his hands were on me, the more I wanted to pleasure his manhood, suck it, flick it, lick it, stroke it.
Marc’s head came up to mine, both of us panting, smiling. He lightly ran his finger from my ass to my clit, and I shuttered, holding onto his broad, muscly shoulders for support. He whispered quietly into my ear…
“Do you wanna….”
I stopped him. “I want you to fuck the shit out of me.”
He grabbed me by the armpits, and lifted me up over him, smiling, kissing me. I’d never felt this before. I never was this person before. Before. Before now.
With my legs around his neck, he licked my pussy one last time before sitting on the bed. Slowly, he lowered me down. He was shaking in anticipation. I thought I was about to pass out.
I looked into his beautiful, sparkling green eyes as he lowered me slowly onto his smooth, glistening, tan cock. He did it slowly, a little at a time, each inch making me tighten, grip, build even higher. He was.. inside me. I kissed his forehead, barely able to speak. “So…. fucking…. JEEEZE!” I clenched my ass as I fell deeper into him.
I’d never, ever seen or felt something like this before. That’s when I looked down and realized I was only halfway down.
I moaned as he lowered me all the way, his cock fully sliding up into me. I had an image of it being deep enough to touch my heart.
I started to drool onto his back as he slid me up, then down, then up higher, then down even lower, even deeper. I could see us in his bedroom mirror. The image of little old me, pink all over, fiery hair flying everywhere, my face stuck in a strange dumb exhausted smile, my curvy legs crouching over him, sliding my pussy down onto his cock over and over, faster and faster, my whole body visibly shuddering each time. Then, looking at him with his big strong arms, holding me above him, lowering me onto him with no trouble at all.
He pushed his lips into me, and we fell backwards onto the bed. He ran his hand up my legs and held them open, thrusting into me, both of us moaning unintentionally. Now we’re sweating, his beads of sweat falling from his luscious stubble onto my lips. I don’t care. I want him. I want all of him. I lick his neck, his nipples. I bite his ear. He’s hardening inside me as the sex gets more intense. We’re going faster, faster. He fucks me to the right, to the left. Places I didn’t even think of.
I feel that heat inside of me, melting all around, exposing me, just wanting my skin to be on his. It’s rising. I feel myself tightening. I flail my legs, like a child does. In pure joy, pure ecstasy. With each thrust, he runs his hands, his arms, his tongue up and down my body, hot but shivering.
And once again…. He lifts me. I’m flying. He’s standing, I slide myself onto him, two… three more times. I wrap my legs around his torso, and my hands on his shoulders. We’re both sweaty now, and I lose my grip on him. Falling, he grabs me by the legs, and pulls me into him, his cock pressing down firmly on *the spot*
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