Wingman
“Based on a true story…”
It was a pretty normal Friday evening in my little college town. Basically, I had the choice of going to a frat party and drinking: staying in the dorms and rounding up a couple of the guys and drinking: or going to a dive bar and, ta-da, drinking.
The futility of it all was starting to wear me down so I decided against all three and just kicked back in my room and read a book while listening to some tunes. A solitary evening perhaps, but one that would most likely be more intellectually stimulating then normal. Plus I would not be paying for it with Tylenol in the morning.
Of course, since this was a decision that would keep me out of trouble it had no chance of actually lasting throughout the night. A more appropriate major for me would have been alcohol with a minor in athletics. Unlikely to be worth much in the job market but at least it would have been honest.
At about ten o”clock Jason walked into my room. I”d like to say he knocked but then it would not have been Jason. Jason was as full of contradictions as he was of himself. Thinking he was polite while never having learned how to knock was the least of these.
The one that was the most annoying was that he thought of himself as a “Ladies Man”.
Perhaps he was, at least until they sobered up. He thought he knew everything there was to know about women at 21. At best, he knew everything he was ever going to know about women by 21.
In the kind of cruel humor favored by those who think of the almighty as a sadist, Jason was a looker. Even a guy who has never felt leanings towards his own sex learns to recognize the competition. I was pretty confident about myself in most ways but I knew Jason killed me in that area.
However, he was so stuck up and shallow that he was hardly a threat on campus. With a student body of about 5000, word got around pretty quick.
“Dude, what are you doing,” Jason exclaimed at about 20 decibels louder than necessary. “It”s Friday night, you can”t just hang out.”
“Why Jason?” I replied, “You have a more productive plan for me?”
“Hell yes!” said Jason, “You got the room to yourself for the weekend because Andrew is down in Iowa City with Nicole, right?”
I nodded, because Jason knew perfectly well that this was almost always the case with my roommate. Andrew and Nicky had been together for as long as I knew them and it had been a key factor when Andrew was looking for a roomie. Who would not want the extra space most weekends?
“Well, Greg just took off for Davenport so I”m in the same situation. Dude, I can”t just sit around, I gotta get laid!” Jason said that like he was hungry and wanted someone to go halves on a pizza. I knew at that point that I was going to get talked into it just to shut him up, so I put down my book and was already getting ready as he did a clumsy spin and headed to his room two doors down chanting, “Gomer”s, Gomer”s, Gomer”s!”
Gomer”s was a typical college bar for one of these midwestern towns where the students made up a third of the population. It had two floors, the first with a bar and a dance floor and the basement with pool tables, another bar and the restrooms. With three colleges in town it was always fairly busy but only uncomfortably so on nights where they offered drink specials.
It was part of a two-block strip located midway between the three schools that was close enough to each campus so drunks could walk back to the dorms. The local cops mostly turned a blind eye to the fact that ID checks were casual at best because it was convenient for them to have most of the kids concentrated in a controllable area.
As I pulled on my jacket Jason came sauntering back into my room and snatched my keys up off my desk.
” C”mon, dude! I”m driving!”
“No,” I said coldly, “You”re not. It is less than a mile and odds are we will both be hammered by closing time. I”ll come along and play sidekick but my car stays here.”
“Jeez, lighten up Will,” Jason replied, “It”s been three fuckin” weeks and she ain”t even that cool of a girl.”
Typical. Reminding me of my recent break-up was hardly a way to make me feel more festive, but for Jason to realize that would require that he think before speaking. Not likely.
Gomer”s was packed with kids celebrating the beginning of the weekend. The dance floor was wall-to-wall bodies and every table was taken so I kicked back against the bar while the hunter cruised from group to group looking for prey. Jason had been slamming beers in between dancing with different girls for the last hour but I had kinda chilled and nursed a couple of vodka tonics. Admittedly, the atmosphere was working a little bit and I was feeling slightly less anti-social. There were a couple of girls at a nearby table that I knew from a class at Clarke College. Maybe…
“DUDE! Check it out!”
“What, Jason?” I guess I had forgotten my primary role here. Just as I had decided to focus on a more pleasing possibility…
“There, Will, at the table on the right. The blonde, man, the blonde!”
Say what you will, Jason was right this time. The girl in question was a stunner. She would stand out in any crowd. I wondered how it had taken this long for either of us to notice her. She was sitting with a group near the dance floor talking to a brunette who had her back to us.
“I”ve been watching for the last couple of minutes,” Jason confided, “The other people are all paired up except for her and the brunette. She”s turned a couple guys down. I don”t think she wants to leave her friend sitting alone, ya know.”
I have to admit that for him that was almost subtle. It was obvious he wanted me to ask the brunette to dance or at least to sit and talk with her while he hit on the blonde. What the hell, this was why he wanted me to come along in the first place. I either play wingman or I get to hold his hand on the walk home so he doesn”t get scared of the dark. Given that choice I would much rather end up holding her hand on a walk than his.
“OK, Jase, let”s give it a shot. Next song?”
“Yeah, but if it”s a slow song we just ask to sit down, right? I mean, we don”t want them to think we”re just trying to hit on them.”
“Jason, it”s Friday night at Gomer”s fer Christ”s sake! They WILL know we”re hitting on them.”
“Alright, alright, let”s just go talk to them.”
Jason walked towards the table with a fresh longneck held low in his right hand as if this were Tombstone and someone were about to call “draw”. I swore softly to kill him and followed.
“Ladies! How ya doing this evening? Mind if we join you?” God, Jason, do you have to sound like a bad seventies disco movie? The longhaired beauty looked up at him with a forthcoming dismissal but you could see her hesitate as she met his eyes. I already mentioned that Jason was a looker.
“Why not,” she said, “We could use some company, right Kris?”
“Sure Debbie,” replied her brunette friend, ” Why not?”
“Great!” said Jason, “My name is Jason and my silent friend here is William.” I just nodded hello, caught off guard by my good fortune. Certainly the blonde was a swimsuit model style stunner but her friend was cute too. I had prepared myself for it to be otherwise and was now making Jason”s joke to be truth as I smiled and sat down.
The two girls were a study in contrast. Kris offset Debbie”s California cheerleader look with deep brown (almost black) hair cut in a roaring 20″s style bob. Whereas her friend”s features were sharp and angled, Kris had more softness to her face. When we got up to dance the same proved true in their bodies. While neither girl would be called either fat or skinny, Debbie had more of a leanness to go with her 5″8″ frame. Kris” 5″5″ was fuller.
Jason fell into the simple-minded banter typical of those who are only trying to maintain someone”s interest for a short period of time. Not saying too much that could be controversial and trying to keep subjects in play that would allow him to appear knowledgeable. Debbie was obviously wise to the game but was playing it to her own advantage.
Kris seemed as content as I was to just kick back and listen, both to the music and the dancing that was going on across the table from us. We sat quietly for about 10 minutes until the two dancers had both finished their beers. I could see that Jason wanted to get up and go for a refill but he was also hesitant to break away from what he obviously thought was a winning situation. Seizing the opportunity, I rose from my seat while slipping my hand underneath that of the girl seated next to me.
“Another beer Debbie? Jason?” I said as I stood up, lifting Kris” hand at the same time. She took the hint and stood up with me.
“MGD please,” said Debbie, flashing a perfect smile that spoke of either good genetics or a lot of daddy”s money.
“Here, Will, this time on me, eh?” Jason handed me a twenty. Now I knew he was fascinated. The last time Jason was responsible for a round of drinks was when his pop announced the birth at the corner bar.
“Sure thing Jason,” I replied, trying not to show my surprise. It would not be cool to have Debbie pick up on the unusual event when Jason was trying to play it suave. He might have been a bit of a jerk but there are some things that a guy just should not do to another guy and sabotage on a Friday night is one of them. Kris and I turned and headed for the bar.
“Thanks,” said my new friend, ” It”s getting a little thick over there. I think Deb is looking to add another notch to her headboard.”
I looked down at Kris with a bemused smile. She gave me a grin that could best be described as mischievous.
“Don”t fret, I”m pretty used to it by now. Debbie and I have been roommates for two years and the whole time she”s been collecting pretty airheads the way you probably used to collect baseball cards. Don”t tell me you”re surprised. I could tell you already figured out who was in charge over there. Or I am overestimating you? You have the body of a dumb jock but I thought I saw some intelligence in your eyes.”
“No,” I said slowly, “I”ve pretty much figured out that Jason is in over his head. I didn”t realize the same was true of me until just now though.”
“Yeah right,” she replied, “Somehow I don”t think so. C”mon, buy me a drink and try to come up with a better line.”
Ok, now I was interested. Before I was just glad she was pretty. I admit to being a sucker for a girl with an attitude.
We picked up two beers for our friends while I got another vodka tonic and Kris ordered a Jack N” Coke. As we neared the table the music changed to a slow jam and Jason and Debbie got up and headed for the dance floor. We set the drinks down and followed.
For the next couple of hours we alternated dancing and drinking while keeping sarcastic score on the progress of Jason and Debbie. At first the two of them were so busy thinking about what move they should make next that neither of them noticed the other was interested in the same objective, but somewhere around one a.m. they figured it out. From that point on they set up camp in a corner of the dance floor and locked lips until last call.
Meanwhile Kristina and I laughed and learned about each other. The DJ at Gomer”s was smart enough to end the night with a slow set and I leaned over during the last song and met with a very willing pair of lips. After a long slow kiss the song ended and the lights came up. Kris looked intensely into my eyes for a silent second.
“Christ, Will, fucking took you long enough! I”ve been waiting for that for at least an hour. Let”s grab those two and find someplace we can expand upon your final argument.”
I walked over to the corner where Debbie and Jason were still playing tonsil tag. “Hey Jason,” I announced, “Didja happen to notice that the lights came on? Time to hit the road.”
“Damn Will, I missed that…I”m a little distracted, if you catch my drift dude.”
“Guys,” Debbie broke in, ” Kris and I are going downstairs to the little girls room one last time. Meet the two of you outside?”
As we walked outside with most of the other patrons, Jason started in on what I knew was coming. After all, to notice anyone other than Debbie or the nearest mirror would have been a good five years over his maturity level.
“Hey Will, do you think you could handle trying to keep Debbie”s girlfriend occupied for a little while back at the dorms? I think I got a shot here tonight…”
“Ok Jason, just listen for once, alright. First, when you”ve been making out with a girl for an hour you obviously have more than just a possible chance. What the hell do think the girls are talking about right now? Debbie is asking Kristina the same thing.”
“Second, they drove an hour and a half from Waterloo to get here. They are not driving back tonight. Nor are they going to want to go straight back to Debbie”s parents house just yet. They”ve been drinking and will want to sober up a bit. Debbie is using a fake ID and won”t want to tip her parents off by showing up right as the bars close. Third, they are on foot, just like we are tonight. If you had been paying attention to what was said rather than proving you know all the lyrics to Vanilla Ice”s latest song you would know all this.”
“Finally, have you opened your fucking eyes all night? Kristina is just as hot as Debbie and you are damn straight I want to spend more time with her!”
“Well that”s nice to hear,” Kris whispered in my ear as her hands snaked around my waist from behind, “I”d hate to think I was boring you.”
“Hey ladies, where are we heading now?” said Jason; eager to pull attention away from the conversation the girls had interrupted. “Shall we take a walk in the moonlight?” He walked over to Debbie and put his arm around her. “I”ll keep you warm.” Jason pulled Debbie in tight on his right side and started up the street.
Kris was laughing lightly in my left ear, below her breath so that no one else could hear it. She took a playful bite at my earlobe and then snaked around beside me to rest her head on my left shoulder, her right hand slipping into the back pocket of my jeans.
“What”s so funny?” I asked quietly as Jason and Debbie settled into a slow pace a few steps ahead of us.
“Ask me later,” Kris replied, “Suffice it to say that I know how some things are going to turn out tonight. I think our friends are a good match. They have a lot in common.” She looked up at me and I did as instructed by her eyes and her smile and kissed her again. She squeezed with her hand and said, “Is this the shortest way? I”d like to get somewhere private as soon as possible.”
“Jason,” I called ahead, “Take the left on to Nutmeg. We”re gonna cut across the campus and head straight for the dorms.” The look he gave me told me that he thought he still needed to do some convincing on Debbie so I gave him the hard stare and tone of voice I would give one of my pitchers who had been shaking me off. “Trust me.”
As we approached the dorms a few minutes later Kris gave me a squeeze and a peck and said, “Give us a second, OK?” She steeped forward and pulled Debbie off to the side and Jason headed back towards me.
“Dude,” he said quietly, “What are you pulling? If you blow this for me…”
“Jason,” I replied in the same half whisper, “Did she object? There was already no doubt where we were headed when we left Gomer”s. Trust me. You”re already ahead in the count. Get aggressive and throw strikes or you”ll end up with a walk.”
“Shit, dude! Quit with the baseball crap and talk English. You think I”m already in?”
“Did she object when I said to head straight for the dorms? You figure it out. Now listen. See James” light on? It is way after curfew. Head for the west door. That side the Resident Assistant”s light is off, plus I know that James has a mid-term on Monday. He is still awake studying and he”ll hear us. You know how he is, if he didn”t hear it or see it he”s cool but otherwise he”ll feel honor-bound to do his job. Just be quiet and head for your room. Don”t worry about me.”
“Thanks buddy,” Jason said, ” I owe you big for tonight.”
“Well,” I replied, “Let”s deal with that later.” Looking over Jason”s shoulder I caught the look I was getting from Kris and thought to myself that what he didn”t know didn”t hurt him.
We all snuck up the stairs and into our rooms without incident. I sighed in relief as I shut and locked the door. I had been half afraid that idiot boy was going to screw this up for both of us. As I turned around I saw Kris sitting on my bed in the light from the window.
The angle and light suited her so well it almost took my breath away. She held up a box of Marlboro Reds and raised her eyebrows.
“You smoke?”
“No, but my roomie does. Why, you want one?”
“Maybe later. After. Come here, you.”
I didn”t have to be asked twice. I moved to her side and captured that sarcastic tongue with my own. In private now, I let the stand back approach drop and showed her just how interested I really was, without the pretense of playing it cool. I knew the desire was mutual, and the way she responded to my ardor proved the point. Finally, after several minutes she moved her hands to my chest and created a little space.
“Damn, boy! Why you been holding out on me? Let me see if I can still breathe.” She gave a playful shake to her head. “What about that roommate you mentioned? Any chance that he”ll come home?”
“Not a one,” I replied, “He”s two and a half hours away. Get as comfortable as you like.”
“Then close those blinds,” Kris replied, ” but leave the lights off. After all, I barely know you.” This last was accompanied by a mischievous wink and smile.
“True,” I said, “But I want to see you. I like what I see already and I bet you”ll look even better underneath.” So saying, I grabbed matches and lit the couple of candles I usually burned to counter Andrew”s smoking. In my nervousness I almost dropped the matches twice. Did she realize the effect she was having on me? I shut both sets of blinds and turned around.
Judging by the look on her face and the half undone blouse she did know. She caught my eyes with hers as she undid the last couple of buttons and let the shirt drop open to reveal a lacy white bra. The contrast between the dark blouse and the bra made her breasts look even larger and more perfect. She let her shoes drop off her feet one at a time to clatter on the hard floor. My bed sat about waist high and she slipped off it and reached behind the small of her back. I heard her zipper and then she shook her hips slightly and the skirt followed the shoes. My eyes tracked up her legs and widened slightly as I noticed that the panties were obviously part of a matched set with the bra.
“You know, Kris, I have two sisters.” I approached her and slipped my hand under the blouse and around to the small of her back. “Both have mentioned at one time or another the significance of a girl making sure her underwear matches. Any truth to it?”
“You know, Will,” Kris replied, mimicking my tone and phrasing, “For someone who was so quiet at the bar you sure are using your mouth for the wrong thing now.”
Kris ran both her hands up my back quickly, pressing her nails into my flesh through my shirt in a way that was just short of painful, and buried them in my hair to roughly pull me down to kiss her. I didn”t resist. We played teasing games with each other, lips slightly parted to feel the quick thrust of a tongue on occasion. Every so often one of us would slip over to nibble an earlobe or nuzzle a neck. Time seemed unimportant but I”m sure that it was more than just a couple of minutes. I was having as much fun just kissing this girl as I often had all night with someone else.
Kris broke away from our kiss and pushed me a half step back as she leaned on the bed. She ran her fingers to the buttons of my shirt and started to undo them quickly and smoothly.
“My turn to see what you”re hiding. I can feel but I want to see too.”
Truthfully, I was in the best shape of my life. Playing two sports meant I was always either in season or in training and while I wasn”t ready for a fitness magazine I also knew I looked good. I was also fairly strong.
While she continued to undo my shirt I lifted her effortlessly onto the bed. I slid my right hand up to the middle of her back and took the bra clasp between thumb and index finger and got very lucky as all three hooks slid out.
“Naughty boy. Hands down now so I can slip this shirt off of you. Uh huh.”
Kristina ran her fingertips down my arms and into my palms and then returned up to my neck before running them down through the short soft hair on my chest to the waistband of my black jeans. I was pleased that she so obviously liked what she had found. She slipped her fingertips inside the waistband and began to kiss and nuzzle my neck and shoulders. Her eager fingers unsnapped my jeans and started to tug at the zipper.
“One second,” I said, “Let me get my shoes and socks off.” I sat down in the chair at my desk and quickly pulled the offending items and dropped them safely out of the way. A guy in jeans or boxers and no shirt or socks looks just fine. Boxers and socks without the pants look kinda silly.
I glanced up just in time to see Kris shrugging out of her blouse and letting the bra fall off her arms. In the soft candlelight I was certain that I was viewing the most perfect breasts ever created by god or man. Her nipples were large and very pink against the whiteness of her flesh and were as hard as little rocks. I moved quickly towards her, with nothing more on my mind than tasting them and nibbling at them with my front teeth.
Kris stopped me with an outthrust right palm. She didn”t say a word, just kissed me lightly and patted the bed next her with her left hand. I obediently sat beside her and she pushed me onto my back with my head coming to rest perfectly against my pillow.
“Let”s see,” she said, kissing me lightly around the edges of my face and forehead, “where was I?” Her dangling breasts teased my chest as she gazed into my eyes from her hands and knees. “Oh yes…”
Kris began to kiss her way down my chest. She paused briefly to run her tongue in a circular motion around each of my nipples, proving that hers were not necessarily the hardest in the room. As she moved across my belly in a series of light kisses and flicks of wet tongue she gave the occasional nip to my skin, adding a touch of almost pain. I was really beginning to like this girl!
At the waistband of my boxers she paused; she looked up at me and walked her hand up to my chin. She teased my lips apart with her fingernail and I took the hint, and her finger, into my mouth. I sucked and nibbled at her finger and she responded by pulling it out with a popping sound. Her hand trailed down my left side back to the waistband and slid beneath me. She pulled up on my hips and I lifted off the bed to allow her to slide the shorts off of me.
In doing so she had to sit back up a bit, so that now she was resting on her knees with her lace-framed ass sitting on her heels. The pose itself may have seemed rather submissive but there was no real doubt as to who was in charge at the moment. Her fingernails came to rest against my very hard cock and she smiled, licked her tongue from right to left across her top teeth, and leaned over to begin kissing her way up the inside of my left leg.
Judging from how she seemed to like drawing things forward slowly I was expecting her to skip over to my right leg, but she surprised me again by reaching up to grasp my shaft and plunging the head deep into her mouth in a smooth motion that was almost violent in its suddenness. My hips rose off the bed involuntarily and drove it even deeper, but she took me in calmly, eyes barely open with the crinkle of what would have been a smile at their corners.
Too many of the girls I had been with fell into two categories when it came to cock sucking. Either they were so busy concentrating on their technique that it became almost mechanical or you could tell that they were only doing it to please you, taking no pleasure in the act and just wanting it to end as soon as possible. Kris was having fun.
After that first deep thrust she pulled back and ran her tongue up the sides like she was trying to catch the drops off a melting Popsicle on an August afternoon. Then she licked her lips and laid the bottom of the glans against her tongue while she slid just the tip quickly in and out of her mouth, somehow making sure that I felt those wonderful lips yet never even making me aware of her teeth. She changed that and made me very aware of those teeth. She never actually bit me but I definitely felt their pressure and hardness.
Kris slowly nibbled her way up each side to run her tongue in a circle around the head. She would follow this with a long slow swallowing motion that would take me in so far that I was sure her nose was about to touch stomach. Her cheeks would cave in and I would feel every single fraction of an inch that was in her mouth. Slowly, she would slide back up the shaft with her lips clamped down firm and a low rumble of a moan that sounded like she was saying yum.
The whole time she was watching my face for my reactions, and repeating motions that seemed to register surprise and or pleasure in my features. She played me like I was an instrument and my shakes, shudders and gasps were the music. Twice she brought me to a crescendo only to slow the tempo and continue the song. Nor was that the only music, for she allowed herself the freedom to be noisy as well. Just hearing her would have made me come some nights, but she was not willing for that to happen just yet.
For what seemed an eternity she teased me with the edge of orgasm. Seconds dragged pleasurably on and minutes were lifetimes. I was too busy trying to breathe to actually notice how long she continued.
Finally she broke away and rested her right cheek on my left thigh while she waited for me to touch earth again and make eye contact. She had the slight smile on her face that comes of knowing you”ve made a positive impression. She began to giggle when I hooked my hands under her arms and pulled her firmly to my chest. I planted a thankful kiss on lips that I now had more reason to appreciate.
“My turn,” she said as slid off my chest and onto her left side.
I just smiled and kissed her again. I took my time and let my tongue run freely into her mouth, playfully running circles around hers and brushing around her lips and teeth. The idea was to make her think I was avoiding what she said. The truth was that I was eager to taste her and to return the favor, but I also was beginning to think that the longer the tease went on the hotter she would get.
The first time I felt her hands run up to the top of my shoulders I pulled my tongue out and began to gently kiss my way down her neck. I paused to play Dracula a bit and nibble at her neck. Before her motions became too insistent I left the side of her neck and ran my tongue into the valley between her large breasts. As I licked my way up the side and circled her right nipple with wetness, another part of her personality came forth.
“Oh, FUCK, yes! Suck my goddamn tits. That feels so fucking good. Suck “em
hard, baby!”
I happily did as I was told, moving back and forth from one hard pink candy to the other. I sucked her nipples deep into the back of my throat. The whole time I let my hands wander, first sliding down to the outside of her thigh and then trailing them back up to her chest lightly so that just the very tips were brushing against her skin. I played with her marvelous flesh and ran my tongue from the underside of each all the way around in a smooth wet spiral to finish by attacking her nipples with firm insistent suction.
“Oh yeah, baby, do you like my big fucking tits in your mouth? Uh huh, that”s right, suck my titties. Just like that. Oh god yes.”
Each time Kris cursed, it came out with a little bit of an edge to it and I could tell that talking this way was turning her on even more. Even though I was not under the impression she was shy to begin with I was surprised. Though far from a virgin, I had never been with a girl who talked so dirty and who obviously got off on it.
I continued to lavish attention on her breasts and nipples until I felt her hands stop resting on my back and start to make their way towards my shoulders. I wondered if I should see if she would actually go as far as pushing me down. Based on my past girlfriends that was a move more likely to come from a male, and I wondered if Kris would go through with it.
I scooted down just as she was getting ready to grasp the tops, and she moved her hands up to play with her tits as though it had been her intention the whole time. As I reached her navel I stopped to flick at it playfully while I slipped my fingers under the sides of the lace on her last remaining garment. As I slipped the panties down her legs I made my mouth follow, skipping lightly over her trimmed hair and down the inside of her thigh. I let the panties fall over the side of the bed and returned my attention to where it belonged.
I kissed my way back up her legs to where they met and paused to look up into her eyes. She was watching me and as our eyes met I raised my left eyebrow and gave the smirk that had led to my frat brothers nicknaming me “Bluto”. Kris just nodded and silently mouthed the word “please”.
I kissed her thighs to either side and then stuck out my tongue and lightly ran it from the bottom of her slit up and lightly flick the hood covering her clit at the top. While Kris did not shave she did keep her hair trimmed short and I was able to have a great view of what I was doing even in the relative dark of candlelight. Her pussy glistened with wetness and its moist scent was intoxicating in a way that no liquor was.
I buried my face in her with a lust that surprised even me. I lapped and sucked and nibbled, and made every effort to suck every drop of moistness off of her lips. As I continued to flick my tongue up and down and back and forth, the sluttish talk that had greeted my previous efforts made a comeback.
“Oh yes, lick that cunt you bastard, lick my fucking cunt. Oh god, don”t stop. Do you like the way my cunt tastes? Suck my damn pussy, oh yes!”
Again it seemed as though she was using the language to turn herself on. I had heard girls claim that they really didn”t like dirty talk and it just slipped out but that was not the case here. I could tell that Kris was deliberately using it to heighten her pleasure.
I let the knowledge go for now and continued to work my way into her with my tongue. I buried my face and attached my hands to the cheeks of her ass so I could lift her off the bed and jam her even harder into my chin. I continued to alternate running my tongue up and down her lips with thrusts into her tunnel and quick flicks across the hood and even under to directly contact her clit. I kept it up despite starting to get tired as I felt her legs begin to tremble even stronger.
Kris” breathing got more ragged and deeper and I knew I was approaching my goal. I stuck my tongue out and shook my head side to side, causing her to thrust her hips up and off the bed and I knew it was close. I slipped my thumb around and pulled back her hood and sucked her clit as hard as I could.
Her hips exploded upward as her thighs locked down tight over my ears. I felt, more than heard, the air go out of her with a loud groan as one of her hands grabbed a fistful of my hair and she bucked against my face three or four times. Slowly the stiffness leaked out of her and she relaxed back onto the bed.
I made my way up her body with small nips and kisses. By the time I reached her face I had managed to get most of her wetness off my face but I needn”t have worried as Kris showed no hesitation at meeting my lips nor at moving her tongue deep into my mouth and wrestling with mine.
“Feeling good?” I asked sarcastically.
“Mmmmhmmm,” she replied, “But I want more.”
“Me too,” I said as I moved the head of my super hard cock to the entrance of her super wet pussy, “And right now too.” With that I thrust hard into her and buried myself to the hilt.
Kris lifted her hips off the bed to meet me. We had a few awkward moments as each of us tried to control the tempo and rhythm. To stop this I thrust hard and locked my hips so she was all but pinned to the bed, took my mouth away from hers and made eye contact. Then I settled onto my left arm and wiggled my right finger in front of her face in the universal motion that means no, no, no. Taking a cue from her earlier actions I decided to try something.
“Not right now you little slut! When I”m on top, I”m in charge. All you need to do is keep that wet cunt right where it is. You feel that hard cock buried in your pussy little slut? You like being fucked?” With every natural pause I slammed my hips forward in emphasis and with each swear word her eyes seemed to sparkle a little more and her breathing deepened. Sensing that my educated guess had been correct, I decided to try a new tactic.
“I…asked…you…a…question…slut!” With each word I slammed down upon her and in the pauses pulled slowly back. Her eyes were closed; her mouth was wide open and gasping for air between little moans. I kept at it, varying the tempo slightly with my hips, the words achieving a rhythmic cadence that I hoped would drive her slowly to another orgasm. “Do you like that? My hard dick slamming into your cunt? It sounds like you do. I feel how wet you are. You love cock, don”t you slut? Love to have your pussy pounded. Squeeze that hard dick with your pussy you wanton little fuck machine. That”s it. Lift those fucking hips so I can feel your ass. You”re going to cum again. I can feel it. Cum for me.”
At that last, Kris opened her eyes and stared into mine with a fire that was burning very hot. “Tell me again,” she panted, “and I promise you I will.”
” I said cum for me you fucking little,” I started, but my words were lost in the primal yell that came out of Kris as her body stiffened and her legs lifted off the bed. She pulled me down into her chest as she spasmed again and again and when I bit at her nipple she gave one last hard thrust up as her legs shook and the air seemed to rush out of her in a loud sigh. That sigh seemed to last forever and I knew I had done something right.
Of course, I still wanted to cum too. I gave Kris a few moments to recuperate and then began to make long slow thrusts. I knew it would not be long. I was so turned on by the extreme reaction she had experienced that I felt it would only be moments. I was not wearing a condom and I knew I should pull out. I was dreading it, but I need not have.
“Are you ready to shoot, baby?” Kris asked this with a tone in her voice that made me a little unsure. “Are you going to cum for me now?”
“Pretty soon, sexy,” I managed to grunt.
Kris flipped us over with a suddenness that caught me completely by surprise. Although I had felt the muscles in her arms and legs as she orgasmed and could tell she was in great shape, I was still about 190 lbs. and I did not think she was that strong. Now she was on top.
Kris did not say a word, but she pulled her pussy up off my cock and slid down my body to bury it in her throat. It was both unexpected and wonderful, and it was quite frankly more than I could stand. Almost immediately I felt my moment approaching. I tried to grunt out a warning, but it was needless. She knew what she was doing.
Kris was not afraid of it. As I started to spurt she pulled back up until just the very head was in her mouth and she pumped at me like she wanted to make sure she got every last drop. It was incredibly sexy.
After I had exhausted every last reserve she took me deep again and then slowly and lovingly licked and caressed me while I fell into softness, not just my hard-on but also my whole body relaxing.
Kris rocked back onto her knees and gazed at me. She lifted a finger and captured a small white drop that had slipped out to adorn her upper lip and made a production out of licking it off her finger. Finally she settled in, put both hands on her knees and spoke.
“Well? Didja like that?”
“Like it? Christ, I think I”m in love.”
A big smile crept across her face. I think it was half pride and half satisfaction. Then she started to look real smug and thoughtfully ran her tongue across her upper lip.
“You taste…OK. I might let it happen again. If you behave.”
“Oh no you don”t. Don”t try to play that. I”m not the only one that had fun here. Plus, I”ve learned something about you too, haven”t I? I found one of your triggers, didn”t I … Little Slut?”
I would not have believed it if I wasn”t seeing it. Here was an incredibly sexy young woman who had just milked me like I was a vanilla shake and had not shown even the slightest embarrassment or shyness and I could have read a book by the red light of her blushing cheeks!
“I don”t usually allow that,” Kris said, “I don”t know why I let that slip out. I guess you won”t want to see me again now. I”m sorry. It just…”
“Wait, wait, wait,” I stopped her apologies, ” I liked it.”
“You did?” Kris responded with a shy smile, “Really, it”s OK?”
“It”s more than OK, baby, I…”
“(Knock, knock, knock)”
“Kris? Are you ready to go?”
It was Debbie, gently knocking at the door. Kris raised her eyebrows at me in a resigned and quizzical manner before replying.
“Give me just a couple of minutes and we”ll be right out, ok? We”ll come down the hall to get you.”
” I suppose we should get dressed now,” I said reluctantly, “Although I really wish we could just lay here for awhile. You know, the night is young and all that.”
“Not as young as it might feel,” said Kris, “Look at the clock over there.”
Four a.m.! Even though I was aware that the expression of time flying when you are having fun was pretty true that just did not seem possible. Yet as I thought back it made more sense. Last call is at a little before two, then anywhere from a half-hour to forty-five minutes to wander out and walk back to campus. That left about an hour and fifteen minutes for Kris and I to get to know each other. It fit, it was just that things had moved so quickly after we were finally alone. It could be that long; it just hadn”t seemed to be so.
We took our time getting dressed, despite Kris” promise to Debbie. I couldn”t honestly say it was as much fun as taking things off, but it also held none of the silent standoffish style that could occur with a one-night encounter. By the time I was helping her back into her blouse I knew that this was not the last time.
There was a gentle tap at the door. The knob tried to turn but it was still locked, so Jason whispered thru it.
“You guys decent? Will, we should walk the girls back to Debbie”s parents house before it gets any later.”
I walked over and opened the door.
“You mean earlier Jase. I highly doubt her parents are up and waiting.”
“No,” said Debbie, whom I had not realized was there as well, “But we should try to get some sleep. Jason and I were thinking we could get together in the early afternoon and have a picnic in the park that overlooks the river.”
“C”mon lover,” said Kris as she stole stealthily under my arm and into the hall, “Walk me home so we have energy for later today.”
The walk home in the fog and early morning that followed was dreamlike. The mist surrounded us and made every streetlight a halo. We could only see perhaps a hundred feet but this was Debbie”s home town and she knew the way even so. Kris rested her head on my shoulder much of the way, occasionally giving a squeeze with her right hand, which was in the back pocket of my jeans.
Jason seemed somewhat subdued, but when I mentioned this to Kris all she did was give an wicked little evil giggle and tell me I should talk to Jason on the way home and remind him that God has a sense of humor.
Eventually, we reached the steps leading up to Debbie”s door and settled in to give our lovely ladies a goodnight kiss. After a long time without much breathing Kris gently pulled away and just smiled up at me before turning to walk past Jason and up the short set of stairs. As she started to go by him she stopped, took his hand, whispered something in his ear and kissed him on the cheek. Then she smiled back at me and both girls went inside.
Jason and I walked the first few minutes in the silence that can only come at that time when almost no one is awake and even the birds are enjoying it. No cars were on the streets and I decided to stay quiet for a while despite my curiosity.
I made it about half way back to campus before I could not wait any longer.
“Jason,” I asked, “What did Kris say to you?”
“Oh, dude, don”t worry about it. She was just telling me not to get too down. She”s a pretty cool chick. I hope you guys weren”t too bored. I owe you one man, even with how things turned out. It was really cool of you to take one for the team dude. Even though it was kinda wasted. But those chicks are cool. We”ll see “em tomorrow and maybe next weekend we could jet out to UNI together and take them out.”
“Hell yes we can. We don”t play until Sunday. But Jason,” I said insistently, “I don”t understand. What the fuck are you talking about? She was all over you, I know she likes you.”
“Oh yeah, dude, she likes me fine. But that”s why the girls went downstairs before we left Gomer”s. Debbie started her period at the bar.”
I know it was cruel of me to laugh.