Safe With Me, Parts
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By Shaina Richmond
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Tyler
Tuesday,
October 5, 2010
I watched her walk inside the coffee shop. I didn’t know the pretty blonde's name but I was sure we had a few classes together.
As she walked to the counter a strap of her backpack caught the top of her T-shirt, pulling the material tight against her left breast. It lifted her shirt, showing a little of her soft stomach. She stopped walking and stood still as she yanked the bottom of her T-shirt back down to her waist. Her left hand tugged vigorously at the backpack. I heard her groan as the strap stayed in place, holding her plump, massive breast captive.
I chuckled as I took a sip of my iced tea. After a half hour of studying the not-so-exciting world of municipal bond markets, my classmate’s struggle was a welcomed distraction.
My eyes focused on the gorgeous breast twenty feet in front of me. It was covered by a thin, pink cotton T-shirt that did nothing to hide the firmness of her nipple. She wore a white hooded sweatshirt over her T-shirt. It didn’t look heavy enough to keep her warm on such a cold day.
Should I try to help her? Surely I was strong enough to loosen that stubborn backpack. And, in doing so, I could make a clever comment about how cold it must be outside for her nipple to get so hard. She’d laugh and toss her head back. Her long blond hair would fall off her shoulders onto her back in slow motion. Thankful for my help, she’d lift up her shirt to give me a better look at her tits before I rip her clothes off and throw her down on the dirty hardwood floor.
Shit, I gotta stop watching so much porn. My cock tightened against my zipper. I shifted my weight in my chair, trying to move things around without being obvious.
Finally, her backpack let go of her shirt. She shook her head and walked toward the counter, carrying the backpack on her arm like a purse.
“You all right?” The barista chuckled. “Havin’ some trouble today?”
She smiled. “Yes, actually. It’s been one heck of a day already.”
He leered at her as she read the menu on the wall.
“I’ll have a large iced latte,” she said.
“You want whipped cream? It doesn’t come with it but I’ll give it to you anyway,” he said.
Does he really think that’s impressive?
"Aw, that's so sweet of you," she said.
“No problem.” He gave her a dorky smile. “What’s your name?”
"Susie."
"I'm Greg. Nice to meet you.”
"Nice to meet you, too." She smiled at Greg, then slung her backpack over her right shoulder and walked away from the counter, stopping a few feet from my table.
I saw her scan the room, biting her lower lip. I turned around in my chair to assess the seating situation. I hoped she needed to prepare for the next day’s test in Finance 202 so I could invite her to sit with me without looking desperate. I imagined her tits accidentally brushing against me as we huddled together to discuss our questions. Maybe I could reach across her for a pen as her hard nipples casually dig into my arm…
I felt my cock push against my metal zipper again.
"Susie! Iced latte!"
"Thanks, hon."
She gave Greg a little wave and another smile and picked up her drink. I glanced at the table to my right and saw a guy lean forward in his chair, watching her intently as she stepped away from the counter.
I knew it was time for me to pounce before the other guy could offer her a seat. I waved. "Need a place to sit?"
She turned to me, her head cocked to the side. "Yeah. Do I know you?"
I extended my hand and rose slightly from my chair. "Tyler Campbell." It took all of my effort not to stare at her chest as I introduced myself.
"Susanna Lombardi.” Her hand felt cold from being outside but her skin was soft. I gently moved my arm up and down to see if her tits would bounce a little as we shook hands. They did. I'm evil.
"Lombardi? You don't look Italian." Shit, my flirting skills are rusty.
"Yeah, I get that a lot,” she said. Her voice was low for a woman, with a hint of a Southern accent.
She sat down across from me and put her backpack on the table. While she was busy getting her books out, I used the opportunity to stare at her for a few seconds, unnoticed.
Her T-shirt fit loosely, showing her supple, milky white skin down to the top of her cleavage. I imagined those huge, milky white breasts attached to her soft, plump body, bouncing up and down on top of me.
My eyes went from her cleavage to her eyes as she continued. "I know I'm too light to look Italian. A lot of people think I'm nuts for not trying to be darker. But I don't wanna look like a leather purse when I'm thirty."
"There's nothing wrong with your paleness," I said. "You shouldn't try to change the way you are. It's very nice." I wanted to pay her another compliment but I was too distracted by my visualization of her soft, naked body and the thought of my tongue gliding across her hard nipple. I couldn’t remember another time when I’d been so flustered by perverted thoughts of a beautiful woman I’d just met.
"That's sweet of you. But it's easy for you to say. Tans are favored in this college town." I could see straight down her shirt when she leaned across the table, casually laying her forearm across mine. "See the difference? You make me look like a ghost."
After a few seconds she drew her arm back as if nothing had happened. I hope I don't have to stand up for a while. I hadn't gotten hard in public since the tenth grade.
I’d never been so attracted to a girl who looked like her before. Skinny brunettes with dark complexions usually caught my eye but I couldn’t remember reacting to any woman like I had the soft, curvy blonde with ivory skin sitting across from me. It didn't help that a subtle, peachy vanilla scent lingered in the air after she leaned across the table.
Susie took a long look at my hair. "I love your hair. It's so healthy it makes me sick. You don’t see many long-haired guys around here.”
My hair was long but not quite halfway down my back. I wore it down that day instead of my usual ponytail.
"I'm Indian,” I said. “Uh, I mean, American Indian, mostly. My mom is half Indian and half something else. We're not sure what.”
She laughed, to which I responded with nervous chuckling. Damn, I need to be careful before I say something really stupid. I picked up my iced tea and took a drink, trying to get my thoughts in order.
"Well, Tyler, whatever genes your mother gave you, they've made you very handsome." Without pause, and without eye contact, she changed the subject. "So, are you studying for the test in McCray's class tomorrow?"
I wondered if I should respond to her compliment. I decided not to, considering how quickly she’d moved on. But at least I knew what she thought of my looks.
"Yes. You?" I asked.
"Yes. I should’ve studied more for the last one. I won't be caught off guard this time. He's tricky but as long as you work through the examples in the book, his tests are no big deal.” She paused to drink her frozen coffee before continuing. “I did that for the first test and got a 98. I got a 90 last time because I was lazy. Don't spend too much time on the lecture notes."
"That's good to know. I’ve gotten a 92 and an 84 so far. Maybe we could go through the examples together?" I asked.
"Yes! I’d love that." Her gray-blue eyes widened.
The way she smiled and responded to my unusually dorky conversation made me breathe a little easier. "So," I asked. "You said your name’s Susanna, but I heard you tell Greg at the counter that your name is Susie. Which do you prefer?"
"I don't care, really. Susie's fine. But it sounds like a little girl's name. Call me whichever one you want. I just ask that you pick one and stick with it. I'm like a trained dog. If I get used to your voice calling me Susie, I won't know who you're talking to if you call me Susanna."
I laughed.
"I'm serious." She giggled. "I'm such a weirdo. Some people call me both. So, you can call me either one but make sure to use them equally or I'll get really confused."
I smiled, knowing I was already in the first stage of developing a serious crush on her.
We opened our books to discuss the text. In less than an hour I’d moved to the chair on her left. I made it look innocent enough, like I just wanted to be close enough to compare my work with hers, side by side. My arm got to brush against her breasts a couple times, by accident, of course (ahem).I was sure she hadn't noticed.
Our conversation deviated from the books in front of us quite a bit as the hours flew by. She immediately recognized a line from one of my favorite movies when I quoted it, leading to a long discussion of obscure movies we both liked that most of our friends hated. That led to a discussion of TV, then video games. I’d never met a girl before who liked video games as much as I did. I was usually afraid to tell girls I’d spent a year of my life addicted to an online role-playing game but she admitted to playing the same game. She shook her head and blushed when I tried to get her to admit just how long she played.
Susie was so very different from the boring girls I'd met since I transferred for summer school in May. She was quirky and interesting. Talking with her was easy, like catching up with an old friend. It would’ve been even easier if I could’ve controlled my thoughts of ripping her clothes off.
Greg's shift ended at eight o’clock. I knew because at approximately one minute after eight, he plunked a frozen latte down in front of her.
"It's on the house. And it's decaf. Want you to be able to sleep tonight." He winked.
Yeah, I bet you do.
"Wow, thank you. I love the customer service here." She smiled and picked up her free drink. "I'll be back."
"Good. I'll be here."
And then he left. Damn, I thought. Blond hair and big boobs will get you a lot of free things in life. "Does that kind of thing happen to you a lot?" I asked.
"What?" She asked as she placed the straw in her mouth to drink from Greg's frozen decaf cup of desperation.
Why did she have to put her lips on that straw while she was looking me in the eye? I almost lost my train of thought. "Oh, please. You know what I'm talking about,” I said.
"No, not a lot. But I like to be nice to people. I believe you reap what you sow. Kindness goes a long way."
So do blond hair and big boobs! Not to mention her plump lips, skin like a porcelain doll, and a deep, sexy voice that could make serious money in the business of phone sex. Everything about her drove me crazy. I was glad the table covered my lap.
After about nine o'clock we stopped trying to steer the conversation back to the finance test. Instead, we bounced between more important topics such as how much we both hated the color yellow, we both preferred snakes to spiders, and the fact that we each had Facebook accounts we barely used because we hated drama.
She went on to ask about my family and their ties to the reservation. I gave her the whole story about my grandmother leaving to ‘marry a white man,’ as my grandmother had recounted to me many times. After hearing my own voice for longer than I felt was necessary, I told her we didn’t have to talk about it anymore but she begged me to go on, her eyes wide as she listened. I forgot what I was talking about more than once as my eyes wandered to her lips, and occasionally further down her body.
I tried to hide my disappointment when I looked at my watch to see both hands pointing at twelve. The hours had flown by like seconds. I had to think of ways to see her again. Maybe she could use a study partner? Was it desperate if I asked for her number?
"I had a great time studying with you, Susie."
"Me too, Tyler. I can’t believe it’s already midnight."
We stood outside the coffee shop. Her gorgeous pale skin glowed in the light of the full moon. I wondered if she would think it was weird if I hugged her goodbye. I was desperate to know how her fleshy body would feel against mine. Fuck, I also wanted to feel it under me and on top of me and in positions I'd only seen online. Maybe I could give her a ride home? It wasn't safe for her to walk alone. Besides, I also wanted to know where she lived. Maybe next time we could study at her place. Maybe her bedroom. "Do you need a ride home?" I tried not to sound too hopeful.
"I usually take the Drunk Bus from the Rec center a few blocks away,” she said.
Ah, the Drunk Bus. A University method of transporting students between facilities late at night to cut down on drunk driving. I’d been warned to stay away from it unless I wanted vomit all over my clothes.
"My car’s right here." I gestured toward the parking lot. "Why don't I drive you instead?"
“Are you sure? The bus goes to Bailey Hall and I usually just walk a few blocks home from there.”
"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be out walking alone at night. Come on, let me drive. I insist."
She grinned. "Okay. If you insist.”
I couldn't tell if the grin was in return for my compliment or not.
We walked to the small gravel parking lot beside the coffee shop.
"Here's my Cadillac," I said.
I drove a champagne-colored 1980 Chevy Malibu I’d rebuilt by myself a few years earlier. It wasn't the sexiest car in the world but I loved it.
"Ooh! Is that a Malibu?" Her mouth hung open.
Was she actually excited about this car? "Yes." I was stunned that she knew what it was.
"I knew someone who had one like this. It's an 80, 81?"
"Eighty." I answered.
"It has a lot of power, right? I drove it and loved it. I could outrun anybody on the road. I like a car with power. When I hit the gas, I want it to move.”
Looking back, I'm pretty sure that's the moment I fell in love with her.
Susie and I got in my car and headed to her place. She made several more compliments about the Malibu, especially when I stepped on the gas. She seemed impressed when I told her I rebuilt the engine myself.
She was so fucking cool. I liked having her next to me. Her sweet, peachy vanilla scent slowly filled the car. My mind wandered to long trips we could take together, talking, laughing and listening to the radio. Of course, my mini fantasies ended with us in the backseat.
She told me to stop in front of a two-story brick house on Grant Avenue in a quaint little neighborhood. It was different from most of the residential areas close to campus. None of the houses looked like they were ready to fall over from years of too many parties.
"How many roommates do you have?" I asked.
"I live alone."
"In this huge house?" It was one of the biggest houses on her street. "How’d you manage that?"
"It's kind of a long story. The short version is: my parents died, and my Aunt Lydia gave me her house a few years ago. She wanted to move out of the country but had sentimental reasons for keeping it in the family. So, instead of selling it, she gave it to me." She paused to take a breath. "And that's how I ended up in Lockwood."
"Wow. I'm really sorry about your parents."
"It's okay. Don't feel bad for me. I've had it pretty good. I actually lived here for a little while with my aunt when I was a teenager. I was glad she gave me the house.” She reached for the door handle. “I’d invite you in but it’s so late. I'm sure you need to go home."
"I'm really not tired. I probably won't go to bed for a few hours. My first class isn't ‘til eleven-thirty tomorrow." Please take the hint, please take the hint…
She stuck her lower lip out while she pondered the idea. Her soft, moist, sexy lip… "All right,” she said, “then come on in.”
I wondered if she would’ve asked me to come in if she knew what kind of thoughts I’d had about her all day. I couldn't believe what I was thinking. I was always the good guy. Always. I was the guy who waited to sleep with his girlfriends until they were ready, even if it meant weeks of suffering and frustration. My few experiences with casual sex were big mistakes I had no desire to repeat. But after the hours we’d spent together, I already liked her too much for it to be a casual hook-up if something happened.
I turned off the car and followed her inside. Her house was nice. Not fancy, but modest and comfortable…and enormous. There was a large dining room to the left. To the right, a living room big enough to store the house I grew up in. I followed her to the bottom of the stairs where she stood in one place and gave me an abbreviated tour.
"Help yourself to anything in the kitchen. The bathroom is over there." She pointed to a door near the stairs. "Sorry, I'm not a great hostess. I'm used to people just helping themselves."
"It's fine. I don't mind helping myself." I went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. It was stocked full of beer.
"I just had a party last weekend. I don't know why I bought so much beer. There were three kegs." She laughed.
"Do you have a lot of parties?"
"Not a whole lot. An average of three a semester, maybe? I'm having another one the Friday night at the end of finals week. You should come. If I'd met you before tonight I would've invited you to the one I had on Saturday."
Shit, I wish I'd met her sooner.
As I looked around the house I imagined being naked with her, everywhere. Bending her over this chair, throwing her down on that floor. Why was I like this tonight? Maybe there was something wrong with me. All I could think about was ravaging her luscious body all over the house like an animal.
"Oh, before I forget, a bunch of us get together to study almost every day. You can join us if you want. We start out at the student union and then go to somebody's house, usually mine. I meant to tell you about it before we left the coffee shop."
"Really? Which people, exactly?" I was a transfer student so I didn't know that many people. I had pretty much been a loner, aside from my roommates and their friends. Besides that, I was a little bit older than most of the other students. It was their senior year so they were mostly twenty-one or twenty-two. I was about to turn twenty-six. I felt decades older than some of them even though it was only a few years.
"Let me think. Michael Rollins, Jacinda Clay, Corbie Linder, Dan Lafferty, Lisa Yeager,” she paused to think, "a lot of people kind of float in and out. Roger Lee, Kate Burnette, a few others. Oh, and my good friend Joan Melton. We usually start right after class every day."
"Thanks for inviting me. I just got assigned to a project with Corbie, Dan, and another guy. We're meeting tomorrow after class to talk about it.”
"I think I'm gonna be there, too. I got assigned to a group with Lisa, Joan, and Chris Noble. Lisa and Corbie thought it might be good if we got our two groups together to talk about what we're supposed to do, since we don't seem to have a clue."
We had just been assigned a management project which wasn't in the syllabus and the class unanimously decided it was unreasonable, given all the other work the course required. But I found myself pretty happy about it when I realized it’d give me more time with Susie. I was also happy I might finally make some new friends.
It was interesting that she called Joan Melton her ‘good friend.’ My roommate, Caleb, used to see Joan and she'd been over to our house many times. Small world, considering there were about fifteen thousand students enrolled at the University. Joan was a cool person to hang out with and she was also really cute. She hadn't come over in a couple of months though. I thought it best not to bring up the fact that I knew her, at least not right then. I didn't want to change the subject or sound like I was interested in her friend. I also didn’t realize Joan was in any of our classes.
"Do your parties get pretty wild? The accounting majors seem like a lively group,” I said.
"Depends on who you ask." She paused, scratching her head. "Okay, yes, they can get pretty wild. Although, last weekend wasn't so bad. But I don’t invite as many people anymore because I despise the clean-up. Most people don't stick around to help. They usually pass out for the night and leave the next day too hung over to help me."
"How many people passed out and stayed the night last weekend?"
"Only two, which was surprising. Carl Richter and Dan Lafferty."
I was acquainted with Dan. From the little I knew of him, I had a feeling he had his own reasons for trying to stay over.
I really wanted to know if she was seeing anyone. "Your boyfriend must be pretty cool, to leave you alone in a house with two guys overnight."
"Oh, I'm pretty sure I don't have a boyfriend." She giggled like there was an inside joke.
"Don't most people know for sure if they have a boyfriend or not? Did you just break up with someone?"
"No. There's a guy who thinks he's my boyfriend. Seems like he’s finally given up though. Troy Anders,” she said.
Troy Anders. I recognized the name.
"Why does he think he's your boyfriend?" I asked.
"You don't want to know. Trust me."
"No, I'm curious. I think I know him." I acted like I wanted to know because I knew Troy. I couldn't let on about my twinge of jealousy.
Susie took a deep breath. "Well, some people don't know the difference between a relationship and a fling. That's all."
Ah. There's obviously more to the story. "I see.”
"Does that lower your opinion of me?” she asked.
"No. What you do is your business. But why didn't you want more than a fling with this guy?"
"I didn't see the point,” she said.
I got a beer out of the fridge and walked with her into the living room. We sat on opposite ends of the couch and started talking again. I was thrilled that she hadn't gotten tired of talking, having spent the last nine hours sitting at a table with me.
She seemed genuinely interested by the questions she asked. I told her more about my family than I had at the coffee shop, like how I’d left community college for a few years to help out at home after my dad died. Then I told her about transferring to the University to finish my degree. Repeatedly, I imagined throwing her down on the couch during the conversation.
"So how old are you, Tyler?" she asked.
"Twenty-five. Twenty-six soon."
"I just turned twenty-five myself. I feel like an old woman around here."
"You definitely don't look old. I would've thought you were twenty-one if you hadn't said something.”
"Some of the guys like to make fun of me for it. Especially Dan. I know he thinks he's being playful but it stings. I'd rather be called just about anything than old. It's the one thing about myself I can't change."
"Twenty-five is not old. Those guys are idiots. But I can relate. I feel ancient compared to some of these people." It seemed like a good time to pay her a compliment but I couldn't think of anything that didn’t sound stupid. Something like ‘you look good for your age’ didn't quite fit the moment.
She was even more beautiful to me as the night went on. I loved the way her lips moved as she spoke, and the way she twirled her long, shiny blond hair in her fingers. I wanted so much to see her naked. The longer we chatted, the worse I felt about it. But after what she said about Troy, I wondered if I should feel so bad. She was very open about herself but I didn't want to take advantage. And I sure didn't want to be the next Troy.
"So, I'm still trying to remember if I know Troy." I was pretty sure I didn't actually know him but I hoped she’d give me more information.
"He's tall, really muscular, has blond hair. Played soccer last year. I don't think he's playing this year,” she said.
That's how I knew the name. "So, you didn't like the way he flung you?" I asked, trying to be funny. Hoping she would divulge more information.
She rolled her eyes and took a deep breath. "I guess that's supposed to be a joke?" She laughed halfheartedly. "I just didn't want anything serious. It's how I'm made, I suppose. I mean, we all have needs, right?"
"Yes,” I said.
"Sometimes I think I'm more like a man than most guys. Aren't men supposed to be the ones who use women then never call them again? I seem to attract these guys who wanna hang around and buy me flowers or something."
I laughed nervously, trying to hide my disappointment. I figured it was her way of telling me not to get my hopes up about being her boyfriend. Not that I’d really thought ‘I want to be her boyfriend.’ But in the fantasies I'd had all day, she was definitely only with me.
"I'm sure you think I'm terrible. I sound like a slut. And maybe I am, I don't know." She paused. "But I'm clean. I just had a physical.”
I burst into laughter. I didn't expect her to say something so random. I wanted to be disturbed by what she told me about her sexuality but it only made me want to get to know her more. Most girls I knew weren't that comfortable with themselves. She was honest and unashamed of her identity. It was a huge turn on. But by that point, I think she could've picked up the phone book and started reading numbers out loud and it would've turned me on.
I also had a feeling the reason these guys always wanted to hang around was because they got a taste of something they liked and they wanted more. That body of hers was probably as much fun as I imagined.
"What?" She laughed. "I sound ridiculous, don't I?"
"No. I think you just like to do what makes you feel good. So, you might break a soccer player's heart here or there."
"Yeah." She frowned. "I was always honest with him. That's probably my downfall. I was too honest and I became a challenge."
I thought about everything she said. She told me she was clean. She was honest about having physical needs. Was this her way of coming on to me? If I made a move on her, I wondered if I would end up staying until the next morning. Unfortunately, I already knew I was capable of feeling something much stronger for her than she might ever feel for me.
She went on with her theory about Troy. "I used to think men only wanted sex and they had no feelings. I've realized in the past couple of years men actually do have feelings. We all use each other at some point. We all have needs. Women use men, men use women. Some men are sensitive, some aren't. It took me years to learn that."
A thought popped into my mind to tell her I had a physical need for her. Thankfully, I couldn't get the dorky words to come out of my mouth. One part of me hesitated, but another part of me thought I should live in the moment and try to seduce her. I considered my options as I looked at her pretty face.
She met my gaze, smiling. "What are you thinkin', Tyler?" Her voice stroked my ears like velvet. Her Southern accent was strong when she said my name…Tah-ler.
I felt shy, which was surprising, considering how aggressive my thoughts were. The only two casual sexual encounters of my past happened when I was drunk with liquid courage. Sitting on a couch, sober, wanting to make a move on a gorgeous woman I'd just met was new for me. I wanted her. I wanted to take her right there on the couch. I wanted to rip her clothes off and run my hands all over her and finally know what she felt like instead of just imagining it. I'd never experienced such a voluptuous woman. She looked like the subject of a Rubenesque painting. When I studied art history several years earlier I didn't give those women much thought. They looked beautiful in an artistic way but I hadn't thought about finding a real one of my own. A big part of me simply wanted to bend her over and pound her. I got hard just sitting there looking at her. Her flawless skin, her lips, those tits...
Suddenly, she scooted toward me on the couch. My heart pounded wildly.
She took my hand and gently placed it on her breast. I was in shock at her boldness. We were just having a conversation and suddenly she was beside me, holding my hand against a part of her that had already become very dear to me.
"I couldn't help noticing today you like to touch these,” she said.
I exhaled. "I thought I was being clever."
"Oh, you were. Much smoother than most guys.” She nodded.
I held her beautiful breast in my hand through her shirt for a few seconds. Then I pulled her top down to see more. I instantly knew I couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by. I used both hands to scoop her breasts out of her bra. They were rounder and fuller than I expected. She sat with her back against the sofa. I wish I could've taken a picture of her sitting there, her enormous breasts in plain sight as she casually relaxed; she reminded me of a picture from a trashy porno magazine. Her tits were as beautifully milky white as I'd hoped. I cupped and fondled them for a little while before bending my head down to take one in my mouth. She moaned as soon as my tongue touched her nipple.
Slowly, I licked and sucked her breast, savoring every inch of her flesh. I had never seen such big ones in person, let alone had them in my mouth. I lightly bit one of her nipples as I squeezed the other with my hand.
She moaned and grabbed the back of my head, running her fingers through my long hair. "You're sexy as hell, Tyler."
I was already miles past the point of no return. I pulled away from her nipple just long enough to respond. "So are you, Susie."
She continued to play with my hair, holding it back for me as I immersed myself in her breasts. I felt like a kid with a new toy. Two toys, actually.
“Please let me take this off,” I said, holding the bottom of her shirt. As soon as she smiled I pulled it up over her head and tossed it to the floor. Then she unfastened her bra and stretched forward to take it off. I immediately took it out of her hand and threw it near her shirt before pushing her back, my mouth heading straight for her tits again.
My fingers played with her left nipple as I took as much of her right breast into my mouth as I could. I told myself to be gentler but it wasn't possible. I sucked her breast uncontrollably, biting it a little harder than before. The high-pitched moans coming from her throat told me I had permission. I let myself go crazy, doing exactly what my animalistic urges had wanted to do to those tits ever since I witnessed her fight with her backpack.
I knew I wanted to ram my dick inside of her soon but I had to kiss her before things went any further. I’d been dying to feel those pretty lips of hers for hours. I moved my head up to kiss her, my hand still fondling her breast. We began a heavy make-out session as soon as I sucked her bottom lip inside my mouth. Her kisses were insanely sexual; her tongue did things to my mouth that I could only hope it might do to the rest of me.
As our mouths had their way with each other, I moved my hand down to her waist to try to unzip her jeans.
She pushed my hand away as her mouth broke away from mine. "You first, please?" She bit her lip.
Not wanting to disappoint her, and also needing to alleviate the pain caused by my erection against my zipper, I stood up and immediately unzipped my pants and let them fall to the floor. Then I took my shirt off.
"Mmm.” Her eyes went up and down my body like she wanted to attack me as much as I wanted to attack her.
I smiled....then froze, standing in my underwear, unsure what to do next. A realization had entered my consciousness: this wasn’t me. I wasn’t wild, late-night-hook-up guy.
Susie stared up at me, then tilted her head to the side. "Okay, you're gonna have to take this off too.” She tugged at my boxer shorts. "On second thought...." Her voice trailed off as her fingers slid inside my waistband and pulled them down. "It's so beautiful!" Her words made me chuckle; they sounded like a cry of joy. Immediately, I felt her warm tongue on the head of my cock. She traced it with her tongue, going around in circles. Then she licked me slowly underneath, starting at the base, moving all the way up the shaft. I’d never heard a woman so eager and appreciative of my cock. I'd also never felt a tongue move like hers before, and I was afraid I might get off too soon.
Suddenly, she stopped. Maybe she sensed I was about to explode. She stood up and reached for a blanket that was folded in a nearby chair, then spread that blanket across the couch. It was fun to watch her do it topless. I quickly wondered if I could talk her into doing other things topless. I smiled as I imagined her ironing clothes, topless. Cooking, topless. Reading a book, topless.
"Sit down and relax," she said as she walked out of the room.
I sat on the couch as requested. "Where are you going?"
"I'll be right back."
She returned in seconds with a huge bottle of lubricant.
Why did she need a bottle that big? And why was it so close by?
Susie knelt on the floor in front of me and pumped some lube onto her palm. "I hope this isn't cold." She rubbed her hands together. .
Okay, she's gonna give me a hand job, I thought. But just then, she squirted some between her tits.
Fuck! I thought I was gonna come right then.
"I hope you like this,” she said, a huge smile on her face.
All I could do was smile back at her. This was something I’d always wanted, but it’d never quite worked out for me.
Susie leaned forward and used her hands to heave her giant tits onto my lap around my cock, squeezing them together. I could barely see my cock anymore between those two beautiful mounds of flesh. With a hand on each one, she massaged me with her tits. She moved them up and down, sometimes moving one up while the other was moving down.
I breathed hard and fast. Her plump, creamy breasts were electric to me. Each movement was too good to be true, even better than the one before. It was an entirely new sensation for me. I loved it. I loved her. I had no idea when I left my house to study that day, I’d be titty-fucking a beautiful sex goddess less than ten hours later.
"Do you want me to come on you?" I breathed, barely able to speak.
With no hesitation she said, "I want whatever you want," as her breasts feverishly massaged me.
My cock felt like a bomb on the verge of exploding. A fast decision was necessary. I wanted to come all over her breasts, but even more than that, I wanted to know how my body would feel pounding against her flesh.
"Stop,” I whispered, loudly.
She sat back on her heals, removing her breasts from my lap as I took several deep breaths.
"Do you have any condoms?” I asked.
She walked on her knees to a nearby end table and opened the drawer. "I'm pretty sure I have just one in here unless someone found it the other night.” She spent a little while rummaging through the drawer. I was thankful to have a break. It gave me time to settle myself down just a little before the next round. She handed me the condom as soon as she found it.
I tore the little yellow package open but decided not to put it on just yet. Instead, I placed the package on the arm of the couch and stood up. “Your turn.” I reached down to help her stand beside me. “But first, I need you out of those clothes."
She flashed that pretty smile I already loved so much. “Whatever you want.” She took my hand and rose to her feet.
I took great joy in unzipping her pants as fast as possible, then pushing them – along with her panties -- all the way down to the floor in one motion.
Susie was beautiful standing before me. I swear, I had never been attracted to a curvy body likes hers before, but now it was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. I studied her, trying to burn her image into my memory. She was full and soft, and looked even better than she did in my fantasies.
I put my arms around her back as I leaned down to overtake her mouth with mine. I fiercely pressed my body against hers, reveling in the feel of her silky skin. Her breasts were like pillows; her stomach cushioned my hard cock. I wondered what it’d be like to take her away to a deserted island for a few years and devote myself to learning everything I could about her body.
She pulled me closer, squeezing my ass as she moaned and breathed into my mouth.
My dick pressed harder into her stomach until I couldn’t take it anymore. "Sit on the couch," I whispered.
Without a word, she sat. I knelt down on the floor in front of her and gently placed a hand on each of her knees, spreading them apart. I was about to reach for the condom when I caught a glimpse of the soft folds between her thighs. I absolutely knew I needed to taste her. I put my hands under her knees to guide her legs even further apart. Then I stopped to gaze at her for a moment, admiring her naked body, trying once again to burn a picture of her into my memory. I loved how those big tits complimented her pretty pink pussy, and the way her long blond hair fell around her shoulders and onto her chest, framing her beautiful face. I was once again reminded of a picture from a trashy magazine, the kind featuring gorgeous, smiling, large-breasted women with their legs wide open. She was a guilty pleasure come to life.
I bent my head down and gave her one good, long lick from the bottom of her pussy up to her clit. She moaned and put her hands on the back of my head.
“Woman, you are so wet," I said, just before my mouth began its assault.
I took my time with her at first, licking every inch, my tongue lingering to enjoy her taste. Every time I’d done this with a woman in the past, the room was dark, but Susie had the lights on, confident and unashamed. I had no idea how much better it was to clearly see her pussy as I was licking it.
I sucked on her lips for a while before I moved up to her clit. Her moans got louder as my tongue moved in fast circles.
She let out one sharp, painful moan, then said, "Damn it. I need you to fuck me, now!”
I desperately wanted to fulfill her request, but not just yet. I wanted to get her off with my mouth before we went any further. I wanted to feel her dripping all over my face as I brought her to orgasm.
I slid three fingers inside her and thrust them in and out with my arm as my mouth stayed fiercely on her clit. I opened my eyes and, from my position between her legs, I could see her throw her head back against the couch. Her screams and moans got louder; her tits bounced as her whole body tossed around. It made it harder to stay on her clit but I enjoyed the extra work.
Her hands were behind my head, pulling me closer. Then her ankles found their way to my back as I continued to fuck her with my fingers as I licked her.
She began to scream and squeal like she’d lost all control. Her juices flowed all over me just like I wanted, completely soaking my face. Secretly, I was disappointed that she got off so quickly; I felt like I could have kept going for hours, but hopefully I’d be fortunate enough to taste her pussy again.
Finally she stopped squirming and sat there on the couch with her eyes closed and her mouth hanging open. I saw her chest rise and fall as she breathed deeply.
I stood up. "I'll be right back.” I found the downstairs bathroom. Faster than ever before in my life, I washed my face and rinsed my mouth with mouthwash. Maybe she wouldn’t mind the taste of herself on me like certain girls of my past, but I didn’t want to ruin the moment to ask her. I just knew I wanted to kiss her again without any awkwardness.
I literally ran back to the living room. She opened her eyes and smiled at me as she sat there, naked and beautiful.
I raced to take the condom out of its package and unroll it onto my cock. Then I got on my knees on the floor and positioned myself between her legs. First I leaned forward to give her a kiss. I knew she could taste soap and mouthwash but she kissed me right back, her tongue roaming my mouth more aggressively than before.
She stared deep into my eyes as I pulled away from her. "You were amazing,” she said.
I grabbed her soft, creamy thighs to guide them into the exact position I needed to fuck her senseless. "Thank you.” I smiled as I slipped inside her soaking wet pussy.
Susie stared into my eyes and let out a squeal when I entered her. I wasn’t used to a woman being so responsive and unafraid to let go.
"You're huge!" she screamed, throwing her head back into the soft cushion of the overstuffed couch.
"You feel so good, baby." I hadn't meant to call her ‘baby’ but I’d lost most of my ability to think when I felt her pussy tighten around me. I didn't know a woman could get as wet as she was that night.
"You don't have to take it easy on me, Tyler. I won't break. I need you to really give it to me."
I smiled. She was just about to get exactly what she wanted. I’d never fucked anybody so hard in my life. I had to be gentler with other girls, but not with her. She kept yelling at me to pound her harder. It was easy to see why men wanted more of her after the first time. She was open and aggressive, and confident enough to keep the lights on. I hated the thought of her with any man who wasn’t me, but all that really mattered was she was mine that night. I was the one between her legs, fucking her like my life depended on it, trying to tear her ass to shreds. Her beautiful body was just soft enough to let me fuck her as hard as I wanted without feeling like I was going to hit her bones and hurt myself. Her breasts bounced each time I rammed inside her. I could've watched them for hours, mesmerized.
I picked her left leg up and put it over my shoulder to get inside her as deep as possible.
"Oh yeah. That's it...that's it..." she moaned.
I went at her, fucking her like crazy as long as I could. She screamed and made the most beautiful sounds every time I hit that place deep inside. Occasionally she’d scream my name.
I couldn't hold back any longer; I started to come. I was surprised I'd lasted so long. I don't even know what noises I made, but I’m pretty sure I screamed her name. I had to fight the urge to yell, "I fucking love you!"
The moment it was over, I wanted more. She was like a drug. One time wouldn't be enough…not for something that good. Even though it ended than an hour after it started, it was the best sex I'd ever had. I'd seen porno movies that weren't as good as what we’d done. And, unfortunately, I knew I already had feelings for her. Shit. I'm Troy. I didn't even know the guy but I felt bad for him. It would be hard not to fall for that girl, especially after the kind of day we’d had together.
We both stood up and found our recklessly scattered clothing. Susie only put her T-shirt back on.
"Well, Tyler, I had a lot of fun studying with you today.” She laughed in a way that sounded nervous to me. Maybe she was as surprised as I was by how our day ended?
I smiled. I may have even blushed. I put my arms around her to give her a long hug, enjoying the feel of her soft body against me once more. I kissed her forehead, then her lips. The sight of her standing there with nothing on but a shirt that barely went past her waist was about to get me hard again. I knew I needed to leave or we'd go until the wee hours of the morning and end up sleeping through the finance test.
What was I supposed to say before I left? I wanted to tell her I hoped to see her again. I also wanted to thank her for the fantastic sex we'd just had. I couldn't think of a way to say it all and not sound like another annoying guy who wanted more of her attention. However, there was one thing I knew for certain: I had to get her to be with me, exclusively. And I was already determined to figure out a way to make that happen.
"All right," I said, loosening my tight grip. "Thanks for giving me a wonderful day." I would’ve asked to sleep over but she seemed to be shoving me out the door. "I'll see you tomorrow at the Cellar, right?"
"Yes. I’ll be there," she said.
"Okay then. I need to go get some sleep."
"Me too," she said. Right before I opened the door to leave, she added, "I had a wonderful day with you, too."
My heart pounded erratically. I already had it so bad for her. Immediately, her words about not wanting anything serious rang loudly in my head. I stepped forward to give her another kiss, much longer this time. I let my arms linger around her back, then reached down to her naked ass. We kissed as my hands lingered there, rubbing and squeezing her fleshy, round cheeks. I couldn’t resist the urge to draw my hand back and give her left cheek a sharp smack. She giggled, then moaned. Note to self: if fortunate enough to be with her again, explore this further.
It was hard to stop kissing her, but I had to go home. I pulled away and gave her one last glance before opening the door to go outside. “See you tomorrow.”
I came home to a quiet house at three o’clock in the morning when my roommates were all asleep. I went straight to bed with nothing but my thoughts to keep me company. I hadn't really thought about having a girlfriend in a long time. My last serious relationship ended almost a year earlier, but it was over long before without me realizing it. I’d neglected her because I had family issues to deal with. She started seeing someone else and wanted to officially break it off with me. I wasn’t even upset about it when she broke the news.
Women hadn't been much of a priority to me since my dad died. Settling down and finding the right person were goals I kept in the back of my mind and I assumed they would probably happen…someday. But first, I wanted to finish school and start my own business. I needed to make sure my mom and the rest of my family were well cared for, including my future wife and children. I didn’t want them to be in the situation my family was in when we lost Dad. And sure, I was a man. I thought about women all the time, but they’d been too much effort for me in the past. Occasionally I’d meet girls on campus who piqued my interest. I’d flirt and sometimes even think about pursuing one in particular but my mind always found its way several weeks or months down the road, when she might be upset with me for not paying her enough attention, or not taking her to the right restaurant on Valentine's Day. Or expect me to drop everything I was doing because she had a bad day and needed me, with no regard to the fact that I have problems too, like getting through college, or making sure my family doesn’t fall apart. Maybe my past girlfriends were too needy. I figured all women were like that.
I’d gotten way into porn as a result. I wouldn’t say I was addicted, but it was there when I needed it. And I needed it often.
I made the mistake of hooking up on two separate occasions in the past year with women I'd just met. One, I’d met at a bar when I was still living at home and helping my family. I went out with friends who were home from college over their Thanksgiving break. I was lonely and I drank too much. I felt terrible about it when I woke up in her bed the next morning. She tried to call me for weeks, even after I told her I didn't like her that way. I swore it would never happen again. And then, in March, I hooked up with a girl I met at a friend’s party. The fallout was so bad that I tried to put it out of my mind forever. And once again, I swore it was the last time.
Susanna Lombardi had caught me off guard in many ways. She was completely different from anybody I'd ever known, let alone anybody I'd ever been attracted to. She stirred up desires and emotions in me I'd forgotten were there. My mind kept going over the list of things I liked about her. Things that made her stand out from the other girls. I felt like I could talk to her about anything. She listened without judging or giving unnecessary advice. She didn't seem like she’d be needy in a relationship. Mostly because she said she didn't even want a relationship.
Shit. There's the rub. This phenomenal woman steamrolls into my life and she doesn't want anything serious. At least she says she doesn't. I had no idea what I was going to do. Now that we’d gotten to know each other – in typical porn star fashion - I would still see her in many of my classes. What if she tried to blow me off? What if I walk around campus with a constant erection because she's around and I can't stop thinking about what happened?
Maybe I was overreacting. I had a great time with a great girl. If nothing else, at least I had some amazing memories. Even if I ended up married to someone else, I'd still have the memory of that night of mind-blowing sex, which was probably only a taste of who she was, sexually. Fuck. I have to marry her. This argument with myself did not end the way I’d planned.
I really hoped it would wear off, this euphoria from getting laid for the first time in months. Maybe that's all this is, I told myself. There's no reason to worry.
The past few years had been pretty rough on me. Since May, I lived in a house with three other guys and they were always bringing different girls home. That lifestyle didn’t appeal to me but it didn’t mean I couldn't have some fun once in a while, right? It didn’t make me a "bad guy." It's normal college behavior. Part of the college experience. It wasn’t a part I was interested in before but maybe I was warming up to the idea.
As much as I tried to justify it to myself, the reality of the situation was this: I had feelings for someone who could really hurt me. I lay wide awake in bed, staring up at the ceiling for hours. My thoughts only wanted to relive the memories that began when she sat down across from me at that table. Talking, studying, laughing, kissing, fucking...she made everything so easy and special.
I remembered something she said: shouldn't it be the woman who feels this way? I couldn't imagine any of my roommates having these thoughts. Those three did whatever they pleased. Girls would call them and stop by the house for days afterward, and my roommates couldn't have cared less.
Shit. How did I get myself into this?
Part 2
Tyler
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
I finally got a few hours of sleep before I went to my eleven-thirty class. I forced myself to focus on the finance test because my mind constantly wandered, thinking about what happened the night before. I was thankful Susie wasn't in my class. She had it at twelve-thirty. I probably would've failed if we were in the same room together.
When I wasn’t thinking about the previous night, I was looking at the guys around me in class, wondering if she’d ever been with them. Should I be so concerned about her past history with the men of this campus? Maybe there weren't as many as I thought. Realistically, I knew she probably wasn't any different than any of the other women around there. She was just more open about it.
I went to the student union, The Cellar, to wait for my group so we could work on our management project. Several of them were in the twelve-thirty class with Susie. The rest of them had another class I didn't need to take because of my transfer credits. A copy of the student newspaper was on one of the tables, so I picked it up to pass the time. The front page had a story about the soccer team, reminding me of Troy Anders. I wondered if Susie had something to do with why he didn't play soccer anymore. My roommate, Joe, played soccer his freshman year and he still kept up with the team. I'd heard him mention several times that they probably missed Troy. I had to learn more. Was he stalking her or something? She said he thought he was her boyfriend. Poor guy. I hope I'm not next.