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Temptation, thy name is....

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I jammed my fingers in my mouth and let out a shrill whistle as The Divine finished off their last song with a blistering guitar riff from Kara Devine. She caught my eye and grinned, aiming the head of her guitar towards the ceiling of the auditorium and tearing out the last notes like a professional rock star. Her brother, Adam Devine, had just put the microphone back in its stand after singing the final verse, and was nodding his head to his younger sister’s finale. The drummer, Adam’s lifelong friend Brett, pounded his drums along with her in perfect concert. The crowd cheered, jumping to their feet and cheering like they had witnessed god. Adam and Brett wore simple jeans and band t-shirts, but Kara, Kara always liked to dress up. She was decked out in nearly knee-high black leather boots (the thick ones), a mid-thigh length black skirt, one of those white school girl type tops that exposed her flat stomach and a little red tie. Her inky black hair fell around her pixy face in sheer perfection, obscuring everything but one pale blue eye, encircled by dark eyeliner, and dark red lips. She finished with a flourish as the stage lights dimmed before changing to an altogether different lighting.

Adam approached the mic stand and grabbed it, beaming and panting with exertion. “Thank you! Thank you! CD’s for sale at the door! Have a good year and take care of my baby sister, class of twenty twelve!” The crowd screamed its approval one last time before quieting down and beginning the slow process of exiting the auditorium. I sat back down and waited for the crowd to thin before standing once more and making my way towards the stage. Adam, Brett and Kara were sitting on the edge talking with fans and staff, even signing a few autographs. The Divine weren’t well known outside of the local towns, but they were on the fast track to success in my opinion. They had been huge in their home town, my home town, and I had been close to all of them from the beginning, Kara especially. Kara and I had been neighbors from an early age, almost always ending up in classes together throughout school.

We had tried dating each other once in junior high school, but it had been awkward for some reason. When we started high school however, we had tested the dating scene and found it very disagreeable. I didn’t like it because I just couldn’t find the right person. Kara, on the other hand, was nearly raped by her second boyfriend and ran back to me because she knew I was safe. After that, for some inexplicable reason, we had clicked, finding that we were more or less perfect together. Because we had grown up together, we knew the subtle little nuances of each other’s behavior and how we operated. This meant that we rarely fought and when we did it was because of things we generally didn’t have control over. We were very easy going, mellow people and this meant that it took something huge to get us going.

When Adam had proposed starting a band ‘just for fun’, Kara had jumped at the opportunity. She could play guitar like other people could breathe and Adam, forgive me if I sound a little gay for saying this, had the voice of some kind of earth-bound angel. Brett was a solid drummer and Adam’s best friend, therefore a natural choice.

As I approached the stage Kara spotted me and beamed, revealing brilliantly white teeth and a perfect, captivating smile.

“Ohmigod! Kara Devine, I’m your biggest fan!” I cried in an overly girly voice, clapping my hands to my cheeks.

“Oh jeez,” Adam sniggered, “its that groupie again.”

“He wants you bad, Kara,” Brett chuckled.

“That’s alright,” Kara purred, “he is kinda sexy.”

“Ohmigod! Kara Devine called me sexy!” I squealed, jumping up and down and fanning my face in a very feminine manner.

She giggled girlishly, flicking the hair from her face to reveal her other eye. This was one of the things that I could not get enough of about her; her eyes were heterochromatic, the left eye was pale blue and the right was a slightly darker shade of green. I adored her eyes and she knew it.

“As always guys, a fantastic show,” I congratulated, walking right up to the stage between Kara’s knees. Tall as I was at six foot two, she was sitting on the stage and could look down at me, which she proceeded to do with an impish little smile.

“And now you have a famous girlfriend, Danny,” Brett put in, elbowing Adam.

“Yeah, yeah,” he admitted. Adam approved of Kara and me, but he still liked to be the protective older brother.

“I know,” I said, blowing a kiss at her as I played with her boots, “I can be as lazy as I want and she’ll take care of me with her rock star money.”

“You don’t get to be lazy with me, Daniel,” she said sternly, a smile desperately trying to force its way onto her lips. Something in the way she said it made my mind flash to something a little different than being lazy. Suddenly there was an urge to rush her back to my dorm room right then and there. This was the last day of orientation and I planned on making the best of it.

“You don’t mind if I steal your star, do you Adam?” I asked, looking from Kara to her brother. He looked behind him at the school staff beginning to pack up the speakers and wires.

“I suppose. We only have our instruments anyways,” he replied. I smiled then turned to Kara, my eyes bright, holding my arms out for her to jump into.

“Noo,” she giggled, “I reek.”

“She is kinda ripe,” Brett chuckled. Kara scowled and smacked him in the stomach.

“I don’t care, c’mon,” I prompted, opening and closing my hands.

“But, Danny,” she whined.

I gave her a look and she sighed, slipping off the stage into my arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around my middle. In my opinion she smelled like water, if anything at all.

“Later fellas,” I grinned over her shoulder before turning around to carry her out of the auditorium.

“Don’t forget your guitar!” Adam reminded her.

“Oh!” she said, making to get out of my arms and go back for it. Instead, I backed up to the stage so she could grab the case her bother held out for her.

“Anything else?” I asked as she made eye contact while adjusting herself to compensate for the case.

“No,” she smiled sheepishly.

I smiled, carrying her up and out of the auditorium and through the campus center towards the road. I made it halfway down the sidewalk towards the freshman quad, before I had to put her down. Mostly this was because I was out of shape from a lack of proper exercise, and partly because she could only stand being carried for so long before she started to fidget.

“What’s the matter, Daniel, out of breath already?” she teased.

“Shh, don’t tease. That freshman fifteen is coming on fast.”

“How do you expect to keep up with me if you’re already this tired?”

“Who said anything about keeping up with you?” I countered, smacking at her butt. Narrowly dodging my hand, she bounced around on the tips of her booted toes, still blatantly full of energy.

“Well, what are we going to do now then?” she shot back, jabbing at me with her guitar case.

“I don’t know,” I sighed, “I’m kinda tired.”

She sighed disappointedly, “Oh well then, I was gonna let you fuck me, but if you’re so tired I guess I can wait.” She stopped and gave me an expectant look, waiting for my reply.

I narrowed my eyes, “Damn you, it’s not fair that you can do this kind of thing to me.”

“Oh stop whining, Daniel. Now, we’re gonna go back to my dorm so I can shower and then we’ll kick Eric out of your room.” She was openly talking about this while we were walking through the quad, surrounded by fellow students, many of whom were already drunk. It was only ten o’clock the night before classes, and the after hour activities were already in full swing. There were four freshman dorm buildings situated in a rough square with the large quad in the middle. Kara lived in the far building while I lived in the one closest to the academic center.

I smiled, wrapping an arm around her middle and pulling our hips together, “What’s the point in taking a shower now when you’re just going to get all dirty again?” I, unlike Kara, was more self-conscious about what I said in public so I spoke in a low voice.

She grinned, pleased by the thought of getting ‘dirty’. “Because, I like smelling good.”

I stopped her and gave her an incredulous look, “Are you serious?”

She pursed her lips in an effort not to smile, but couldn’t hold it, “Shut up.” We burst into a fit of giggles as she pulled me into her building and signed me in. She lived on the fourth floor, something I bitched about nonstop.

“Stop being such a baby,” she admonished for the hundredth time, as she opened her door. The lights were off and it was quiet; her reaction to which was a moment of shock before I grabbed her around the waist and picked her up again.

“Danny, no! Just because they aren’t here doesn’t mean…mmff,” she protested before I could silence her by planting my lips over hers. Her struggles were halfhearted and purely for show, because as soon as my lips locked with hers, she melted into me. Her guitar case thumped onto one of her roommate’s beds as she clung to my head, pulling it harder against her own. Kara was really big into working out, be it running, kickboxing, dancing, Pilates and all kinds of other activities. As a result, her well toned legs nearly crushed the breath out of me.

“Uhhn, fuck the shower,” she groaned, breaking away and biting at my lower lip. She went zero to sixty like that very easily.

“That’s what I thought,” I smiled, staggering up to her bed and trying to toss her onto it. She didn’t go; her legs remaining tightly wrapped around my midsection so only the top half of her flopped onto the pink sheets. She was squeezing me hard, grinning as I pulled my shirt off and tossed it at her. Her legs tightened dramatically as my shirt landed on her face.

“Uhg, you’re like that bitch from Goldeneye,” I groaned.

“You callin’ me a bitch, baby?” she purred, pulling me harder into her and digging the heels of her boots into me.

“A hot bitch?” I squeaked.

“That’s right,” she grinned, letting up a little bit enough for me to unlock her legs from around my waist and toss her completely on the bed.

She giggled as I followed; climbing on top of her and kissing her again as I struggled to get her little white shirt off.

“When are you going to learn how to take my clothes off properly?” She pushed me over and pulled her shirt off, tossing it away. She then rolled onto her side and started to take her boots off.

“Leave ‘em on,” I said quietly, sitting up and looking her over. Kara was a small girl at five foot three; and she looked stunning with her big black boots, plaid skirt hiked up to reveal a white pair of panties, and her little white bra containing her small breasts.

“Mmm, kinky,” she purred lustily.

“No, what we did before school was kinky. This is just cool.”

“I suppose,” she grinned, remembering that night. Linking her arms around my neck, she drew me close and lightly kissed my lips. I felt her legs wrap around my waist once more and slowly lowered myself on top of her.

“So, my little rock star…” I trailed off as she slipped a hand down my shorts, making it quite obvious what was on her mind.

“Mm babe, I want to be on top this time,” she mumbled, squeezing my rapidly stiffening cock, hard. This tended to happen after her shows while the adrenaline was still pumping. She gave me an expectant look, as if she was waiting for an objection.

“Knock yourself out, babydoll; I love just laying there,” I smiled, rolling off to the side and helping her slide on top of me.

An impish grin revealed perfect, white teeth, “Yeah, just lay there and take it, little bitch.”

Scowling, I reached up and pinched her side.

“Ow!” she squeaked, slapping my hand away. Her knees jabbed into my sides, nearly crushing the breath out of me once again. A wild grin on her lips, she grabbed my hands and intertwined our fingers, pushing them above my head and leaning down to kiss me hard. You may think less of me for letting her take control like this, but in the heat of the moment it was unbelievably hot. This also tended to happen after her performances and it was a bad scene when I tried to get in her way. So, through harsh experience, I learned to go with the flow. I could feel the intense heat radiating from between her legs on my crotch.

She broke away and we lay gasping for a moment before she said, “Why aren’t your pants off yet?”

“I got distracted,” I panted, now trying desperately to undo my shorts. She scooted up a little so I could work behind her and grinned down at me, running her hands through my short hair. As I struggled, she took her hands from my head and reached behind her back, unhooking her bra. My eyes tracked up her body, taking in the slight curves of her petite breasts as my hands gradually stopped working.

“Mm, baby, did I say stop?” she purred, taking great pleasure in my attention.

“But…” My hand slowly came from behind her back and headed towards her bare tits.

“Ah ah,” she tutted, grabbing my hand, “after those pants are gone.” I was starting to breathe hard; I couldn’t handle it when she teased me like this. I couldn’t focus on one thing over another; I couldn’t make a decision on anything.

“Baby, stay with it.” Kara’s voice resounded sternly through my addled mind.

“Huh, wah?”

Her gorgeous eyes softened and she leaned down, wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging me tightly. “Oh, sweetheart….” I could already tell her performance high was wearing off, but trust me that would not affect her near insatiable sex drive.

“Mm, its okay baby,” she purred as she realized my full attention was back on her. Slender arms cradled my head as tender lips met with my own in a passionate kiss. Her hips rocking on my waist told me she was still good to go, and I went back to trying to squirm out of my shorts.

“You know, you’re not helping by sitting on me like that,” I said with a little smile.

“I’m merely providing…motivation,” she replied impishly. “And I know its working.” I had gotten my shorts down and her delicate hands disappeared once more beneath my boxers.

“Uh, fuck it,” I groaned, grabbing her head between my hands and pulling her down to kiss her roughly. She giggled into my mouth as her hands roamed my body. I took a hand away from her head and flipped her little skirt out of the way so I could squeeze a panty covered cheek. Her small breasts squashed against my chest as she ground her crotch against the neat tent in my boxers. She was breathing rapidly and her pupils were huge as we attempted to eat the other’s face.

“Oh god, I’m gonna explode,” she mumbled with a slightly embarrassed smile. I grinned, taking my hand away from her rear and slipping it under her, sliding it along her perfect stomach and into the front of her panties. She gasped, a shocked expression in her eyes, before being replaced by an utterly contented look. She was practically purring as I coaxed her off of my stomach onto the bed between the wall and me. My fingers slowly worked small circles over her moist outer lips, occasionally venturing a knuckle or two into her body.

Suddenly there was a burst of giggling from outside the room. Kara swore the air blue, instantly snapping out of her euphoric state and scrabbling for her bra. I was still reaching for my shorts as her roommates burst into the room, one giggling uncontrollably and the other trying to keep the first from falling on her face. I turned onto my side, using my bare back as a shield so Kara could pull her clothes back on.

“Well lookie here, Cynthia, our little Kara got lucky,” the bigger of the two slurred, lurching to her bed and leaning heavily against the frame.

“Alexis, we should leave them alone,” Cynthia suggested, trying to take Alexis’ arm and lead her back out of the room. She tossed me an embarrassed smile as she struggled with her roommate. Kara had finally struggled into her bra and managed to pull her shirt on, but not button it.

“No, don’t bother,” Kara said, her annoyance clearly obvious to everyone but Alexis. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed as Kara squeezed past and thudded to the floor, still in her big boots. After pinning her inebriated roommate with a withering stare, she couldn’t quite get out of her boots fast enough. Cynthia meanwhile, had sidled up next to me, watching Kara struggle in frustration.

“Sorry we kinda cock-blocked you, Danny,” she apologized quietly.

I chuckled softly, “It’s not me you’re going to have to worry about.” She giggled and flicked a lock of blond hair out of her eyes. I wasn’t afraid to say that she was a looker, slightly taller than Kara with slightly more curvature to her frame. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t give up Kara for the world but I did like to push her buttons every now and again. Although, it probably wasn’t such a good idea right about now.

“Daniel,” I heard Kara say slowly, “stop looking at Cynd’s rack and hand me my shower stuff.”

“I…”

“Yeah, don’t even try,” she cut me off, pointing to a plastic basket thing that held all kinds of bathroom products. I smiled at Cynthia and grabbed the basket, handing it to my less than amused girlfriend. Alexis had flopped onto her bed by now and looked to be passed out. Somehow in the split second I’d taken my eyes off of Kara, she’d wrapped herself in a towel and was for all intents and purposes naked underneath.

“Right, so I guess this means I’ll see you tomorrow morning for class?” I ventured cautiously, wary of the look in her eyes.

She sighed and rubbed her eyes, looking exhausted, “Yeah, babe, I’ll meet you outside your building at nine-thirty.”

“Ok,” I said, leaning in and kissing her gently, “Sorry about this by the way.”

“Not your fault,” she replied, kissing me back. I walked her out of the room after giving Cynthia a wave goodbye, to which Kara smacked my arm and glared at her roommate.

“Don’t encourage him!” she shouted back into the room, slamming the door behind us. I couldn’t help but laugh. She gave me her crazy eyes, something she did when she wasn’t exactly thrilled with me but she wasn’t completely pissed, and poked me in the chest with a finger.

“Better watch yourself, buster brown.”

I just chuckled and kissed her again, turning to go.



“Morning sunshine,” I snickered the next day, favoring the shuffling Kara with a sympathetic smile. She looked gorgeous as always, but you could see in the way she walked that she was dead tired. She responded with a very unladylike grunt and continued walking towards the academic circle, forcing me to follow along behind her.

“Aww, what’s the matter?” I asked.

“I didn’t sleep very well.”

“How come, do you know?”

As a response she stopped, glared up at me for a moment, and then kept on walking.

“Oh come on! It’s not my fault, you can’t blame that on me!” I cried, hurrying to catch up with her.

“No, but you’re an easy target,” she forced through a smile. I pouted and was relieved when she chuckled, linking her arm with mine. “So, what class do we have first again?”

“Um, World Civs 103 in 115.”

“Where the hell is that?”

I frowned, thinking, and gestured towards one of the buildings, “Somewhere in there.”

“All hail the navigator!” she teased.

“Quiet, munchkin,” I smiled, giving her a little shove. We playfully smacked at each other all the way to the classroom, which we had little difficulty finding. I picked out a seat towards the back and sat down, Kara hurrying to sit next to me before someone else did. The room filled up quickly before the professor arrived.

Now when you think about college professors, this guy was the image that should come to mind. Crazy salt and pepper hair, thick glasses, a well worn sweater vest, corduroy pants and a beat up black briefcase, assured me that no matter what he taught us, I would find this class amusing.

“Oh my god,” Kara sniggered, hiding a smile behind her hand. I smirked as well.

“My name is Professor Whitfield,” the man said in a surprisingly resonating voice, “I have a few requests to make of you before we begin the semester.” It seemed he made eye contact with every one of us before continuing. “First off, no texting please. I find it very disrespectful. Second, I would like to have you sit in alphabetical order.” He smiled apologetically, “It’s something I can’t seem to drop from my high school teaching days and it will help me learn your names faster.” I stole a quick glance at Kara and couldn’t help but grin. Her smirk had turned to full blown horror.

The professor proceeded to call roll and organized us into our new seats accordingly. I couldn’t help but smirk as Kara was seated directly across from me, but on the other side of the room. She was seated next to a very attractive girl who she said hi to and appeared to hit it off with. The girl had golden blond hair with brown highlights, quite the contrast to Kara’s inky black locks. When she looked over at me though, she pouted sullenly; I gave her a little wave and a fake pout of my own. I turned my attention to the professor who was now passing around the syllabus.

Suddenly my pocket began to vibrate and I sighed, shooting a look across at Kara who responded with a guilty smile.

Kara: This is going to kill me! =(

I rolled my eyes and replied with: Poor baby <3. A particularly cruel thought struck me and I added: I’ll make it up to you after class… and then I added a little winky face.

It took a couple seconds for the message to make its way to her cell and I watched closely as she carefully pulled out her phone and checked it. Grinning lewdly, I watched her face change from a simple smile to a slightly uncomfortable one. I knew this look, my Kara had an over-active imagination. Right now her entire thought process would be devoted to implications of this message.

My pocket vibrated again. Kara: donntttt, I don’t get to be alone with you until tonightttt!! I grinned as the professor kept passing the papers out one by one.

Quickly, I replied: Mm but I wanna do things to you now! Can’t you imagine me just fucking you silly? That last bit was a stretch, but as I looked across to her I saw it did the trick. She pulled out her phone and stared at the little screen, biting her lip. She crossed her legs and I could see her thighs tensing as she squeezed. She was too easy. I put my cell away as the professor came by and handed me the syllabus. As I looked up, I saw Kara glaring at me, shifting in her seat uncomfortably. I blew her a kiss and took my phone out again.

Kara: Can we skip and go back to my room? I shook my head, first at the message and then at her. She pouted and mouthed ‘why?’ back at me. I rolled my eyes and made a show of looking around the lecture hall. She fixed me with her most pleading look and bit her lip again in a fantastic show of desperation. Had she been next to me and been able to touch me, I would have crumbled immediately. But this was not the case, and I simply stuck my tongue out at her. This could mean one of two things for my future: one, she would get mad and I would get in trouble or two, she would pounce on me the moment we were alone. I prayed for the latter.

I could see her heave a big sigh and fold her arms on the table, resting her chin on her arm. Her eyes roved the lecture hall for a moment, glancing at the professor as he talked, but were eventually drawn back to me and I could see her sigh again.

The latter! Success!

The rest of the class passed me by slowly despite its mere fifty minute duration. However, the incident afterwards in the hallway more than made up for my boredom in the classroom.

“You’re so cruel, Daniel!” Kara whined loudly, pushing herself against me in a small alcove off of the main hall.

“Mm, I did nothing, baby,” I countered smoothly, pressing right back, catching her off guard. She looked up at me with pleasantly surprised eyes and threw her arms around my shoulders, rising on the tips of her toes to kiss me. Oblivious to our fellow students passing by just yards away, I pushed her against the wall and pressed my body against hers. She was beyond gone, totally consumed by her lust and completely indifferent to the throngs of passing students. I’m pretty sure I could have had her right then and there if I was so inclined, but we both had classes in less than ten minutes.

She hadn’t made a sound since we first ducked into this nook, knowing she needed to be quiet; but she just couldn’t contain herself anymore, “Daniel?”

Leaning in, I nipped at the edge of her ear, knowing full well it would drive her insane, “We have class,” I whispered. She collapsed back against the concrete wall as I pulled away slightly, a horribly pained look coming across her face. I gave her a sympathetic grimace as she took my wrist to look at my watch.

“Can’t you just skip English? I mean, it’s not like you even need to try in that subject,” she pleaded in desperation, running her hands over her face and through her hair.

“But you need to be in that math class. We both know you suck at it,” I said, smiling. She chuckled despite it all and dusted herself down, turning so I could get her back.

She turned around and leaned up, kissing me again with a dreamy little smile on her lips, “Do you still not know what you do to me?” It was an ongoing joke between us, mostly her, that I was unaware of how I turned her on, the effect I had on her if you will. In reality, I had a pretty good idea as to how things worked. Whereas, she actually thought I had no idea what I was capable of doing to her.

I shrugged, smiling dumbly down at her in response.

She smiled wolfishly, “I’m so wet for you right now,” her voice barely a whisper.

“Heh, but whose fault is that sweetheart? You’ve worked yourself up all by your onesy.”

She snorted and stepped back into the hallway, pulling me with her, “I’ll show you tonight just what it is you do to me, baby.” Fortunately there wasn’t anyone around to hear that. She gave me a look that sent electricity shooting to my crotch and winked, pushing through a door to head across campus.

“I suppose I deserved that,” I mumbled to myself, putting in my headphones and trudging through the halls, trying to nonchalantly cover my hard-on. My next few classes were agony, her last words running through my head over and over. My plan had backfired completely! By the time my lunch break rolled around I was really suffering. Kara had a class during this time and got out when my break ended so we couldn’t eat together. Instead, I met up with a few friends I had made during orientation. The conversation was light at first, the classes, the professors, and the school. But, as it invariably does with guys my age, the conversation turned to sex and the options this university had to provide.

I mentioned I had a girlfriend and I was effectively cut from the conversation then and there, but listening to them talk did nothing to help the condition I was in. By the time lunch was over and I was headed to my next class, I was in a worse state than before. Sitting in my next class I was compelled to mess with her again, just to ensure tonight.

Baby I want you soo bad! This being my last class of the day, and a massive lecture hall to boot, I was not concerned with niceties of not texting in class.

Kara: pleaasseee don’t Daniel! I could just imagine her squirming in her seat now, biting her lip and giving my words a pained look.

Mm but the things I want to do to you…I want to fuck you so bad. My being blunt with her often had a surprisingly devastating effect.

Kara: Daniel you are so mean

Oh no, sweetheart, not mean at all

Kara: you’re going to make me scream if you don’t stop

What kind of incentive for me to stop is that?

It was getting close to the end of class by the time she responded: you had better be in my room in the next twenty minutes

And if I’m not?

Kara: you don’t want to find out…

“Oh, this is going to be fun,” I said to myself as the lecture let out. Grinning like a mad-man, I made my way across campus towards the dorms. Thinking it over, I decided to take my time; I knew it would pay off in the end for the both of us. I just so happened to look off to my right across the parking lot to see a small figure booking it in the same direction I was heading. I recognized the raven black hair and stride of Kara Devine even from more than a football field’s distance away. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud at the sight, causing a few passersby to give me weird looks. She was gone a second later though, hauling ass behind some trees; and, knowing her, she wouldn’t even be winded by the time she got to her room. I shook my head; I was extremely jealous of how in shape she was. She could run circles around me. Anyways...

The walk to her dorm was entertaining to say the least; just thinking of what was in store was getting me more than a little excited. I didn’t even notice the four story climb to her room. I stopped in front of her door, fixing myself a little bit and noticing the apparently random blank sticky note above the door handle. The slowly closing suite door thudded shut behind me, and no sooner had I looked to it and back than I heard thumping inside her room; the door disappeared in front of me to be replaced by a huffing and puffing girlfriend. I was right, she wasn’t out of breath, she was just pissed.

“Daniel Addison Valentine,” she said slowly, quietly.

I bit my lip, pushing her back into the room by stepping in. “My full name, I must be in trouble,” I replied smoothly, backing her up against her closet, letting my bag thud to the floor along the way. My hands ran up her sides and she faltered, expecting me to be the one to crack under her apparent anger.

“Y-yes, you bastard. I can’t believe you did that to me,” she continued on with the act, her head swaying slightly as her hostile fa?e began to give way to passion.

I pressed harder against her, leaning down slightly like I was going to kiss her. She responded in kind, but couldn’t reach as I kept her pinned with my hands on her hips. Instead, she gazed up at me with her mouth half open and a pained look in her eyes.

“Bastard?” I replied in the same smooth tone I had used before, “I thought you enjoyed it when I did things like that. And, you cannot complain about me turning you on like this.”

She tried hard to kiss me again but I held her in place as I was just too tall for her to reach on her own. Letting out little whining noises, she pulled at my shirt in desperation. “Not at school, Daniel. Not when I have to wait forever to see you. It’s not fair…please.”

“Please?” I asked, feigning confusion. I leaned even farther down and she tried to kiss me, but despite her best efforts I kept dodging my lips out of the way. After she let out a final burst of whining I leaned down quickly and buried my lips against her neck. She moaned softly as an arm wrapped around my neck and her hand caressed the back of my head.

“Daniel,” she groaned as I took some of her flesh between my teeth and my hands disappeared down the back of her pants. I squeezed both cheeks hard and pulled her in to me roughly. She moaned again and I knew she could feel me pressing into her stomach just above her crotch.

“Please… don’t play any more games with me,” she pleaded breathlessly as I continued to kiss her neck and let my hands roam her body, although never touching anything too sensitive. Pretty soon she would be begging and pleading for all she was worth; this wasn’t the first time I’ve ‘tortured’ her as she called it.

“You’re acting like we haven’t had sex in months,” I noted with a smile, as I switched to the other side of her neck.

“Three days,” she replied, breathing heavily, “close enough.” I stepped back from her all at once and she slumped to her hands and knees in front of me as my support disappeared. Her eyes looked first at the floor, then rose to my crotch where they lingered and on up to my face.

“Three days?” I asked.

She sat back on her knees and ran shaking hands through her hair. “Yes, three, that’s what I said.”

“Two, Kara,” I deadpanned, leaning back against her raised bed frame. She froze, her eyes going far away.

She snapped back into reality all of a sudden, “Oh my god, Dan I’m sorry! It was like three in the morning.”

“And you even commented on my spontaneity,” I replied, injecting some sadness into my voice, even pouting a little.

She suddenly looked like she was going to cry, quickly crawling up to me and wrapping her arms around my waist and burying her face in my stomach. “Don’t be mad! I’m sorry, please don’t leave.”

“Leave? Silly girl, I just intend to make you pay.” And just like that, her mood shifted entirely.

“Make me pay… you’re going to p-punish me?” She looked up at my face with a dirty little smile, her chin now perched seductively on my belt buckle.

“Mm, yes,” I said quietly, running a hand through her hair.

“What are you going to do to me, Daniel?” she purred. She was working herself up pretty good by now, rubbing against my lower body. One of her hands was slowly undoing my belt, the other rubbing my painfully hard cock though my shorts.

“Well I’m not sure, what do you think you deserve?”

She bit her lip, thinking. “Well, I’ve been bad,” she shuddered, electricity no doubt running from her brain straight to everything that made her tingle with pleasure. “You shouldn’t go easy on me. Have your way with me, ravish me, make me scream your name!” Her own words were turning her on and with every word she became more and more excited, tearing my belt off in her haste. Her hands were so fast. In a moment my shorts and boxers were gone and she had me in her mouth.

“Oh, really? But that sounds like something you want, badly,” I said, stifling a groan. Slowly, I ran my hand through her hair again, taking a handful and slowly beginning to pull her head back off of my cock. She looked up at me as she grabbed my wrist with both hands, a wicked open-mouthed grin on her face as I angled her head back.

“Then what, Danny? What are you going to do to me?” she asked softly, letting her hands fall to her sides.

I smiled down at her, “You’ll see. But for now, I want you to do whatever I say.”

She bit her lip again, swallowing hard, “Yes.”

“Good girl,” I cooed with a smile, pulling up on her hair gently to indicate I wanted her to stand. She got up on shaky legs and I let go of her. Her arousal was palpable, and it was all I could do to reach down to pull my boxers back up.

“What are you…” she began nervously, reaching out to stop me.

I slapped her hand away, “Bup bup, do only as I say.” She bit her lip and moaned as her relief disappeared beneath my underwear. I couldn’t help but smirk at her discomfort. I was still blatantly hard and that seemed to be all she saw of me until I reached out to unbutton her shirt.

She made a little noise as more and more of her bare torso was revealed to me. She wasn’t wearing a bra and bit by bit her pert little tits were being exposed. “You’re being so slow with me,” she said softly, “it’s killing me.” I finished with the buttons and pulled her shirt off, tossing it away along with my own.

I chuckled darkly, “And it’s only just begun.”

“Oh god,” she moaned, her mouth opening in ecstatic anticipation. She knew what was coming, this wasn’t the first time, and as much as she hated it, she loved it even more. I could not have chosen a better time either it seemed, as this ‘slight’ gap in our sexual activities was making even the slightest contact extreme for her. I pulled her to me and kissed her hard, making her gasp in surprise. While kissing her, I tugged at her shorts to get her to take them off. Still trying to keep her lips locked with mine she struggled mightily, but couldn’t quite get them all the way off. Instead, she tried the old shimmy shimmy, but that failed too.

“Take your time,” I chuckled, pulling back a little so she could get the rascal off. Muttering curses, Kara ripped them off and flung them behind her. She began to take her panties off as well but I stopped her. “Leave those on,” I quietly ordered.

She looked up at me in confusion but did as she was told, “How come?”

“I wouldn’t want you sticking anything in there that you weren’t allowed,” I replied, smiling cruelly.

She pouted, “But baayby,” her whining was accompanied by a grasping hand down my boxers as she pressed herself close, giving me her sexiest look. “I’m not allowed to put…anything in me?” She arched an eyebrow suggestively at the word ‘anything’.

“Nope,” I responded simply. She stuck her bottom lip out even farther, flicking the hair out of her face to pin me with her heterochromatic eyes. “Oh no you don’t, tricky girl!” I laughed, covering her eyes with a hand and holding the back of her head with the other, leaning in to kiss her hard.

Her hand switched to my balls as I pulled away, still covering her eyes, “Mm, when did these show up, hmm?”

“Don’t make me cover your mouth too,” I threatened, kissing her neck and ear.

Her lips parted in a toothy grin, “Cover? No. Not necessarily cover, stuff maybe.”

Stuff?! I was slightly shocked; she’d never shown any interest in this kind of thing before. “You had something in mind, a dirty sock…maybe your own panties?”

That last suggestion really seemed to get to her because goosebumps began appearing all over her. “As kinky as that sounds, Daniel,” she squeezed my cock hard, “I was thinking of something else.” I knew I had a sick mind, but damn.

“I bet you would like that wouldn’t you?”

She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped short for a moment, “Umm no, it would be horrible and would definitely teach me a lesson.”

I pulled her hand from my boxers and began turning her around towards her bed, keeping my hand over her eyes. “Nice try, Kara.” I pulled a bandana from her closet and tied it around her eyes, grateful for the returned use of my hand.

“Daniel, this is so hot,” she whispered in my ear as I got her onto her bed and laid her out, “why haven’t you done this before?” She shuddered hard as she felt my fingertips tracing lines on her legs and stomach.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I replied, running an open hand along the inside of her thigh towards her pussy, “it sort of just came to me. Plus, I love teasing you.” With that I silently leaned down, holding my breath so she didn’t know I was coming and kissed her inner thigh, close to the junction of her legs. She moaned, reaching down to run her fingers through my hair. She spread her legs even farther, inviting me to kiss closer to her pussy; but I was hampered by her drenched panties. Unfortunately it wasn’t time for them to come off yet.

I attempted to pull back but the hands on my head held me in place. I shook my head a little and she let go, and I went back to kissing closer and closer to her pussy. I had closed my eyes for only a second and when I kissed over her panties I could feel something moving underneath.

“Kara!” I scolded, reaching up and grabbing her hand, pulling it out of her underwear. “No touching.”

She squirmed, grabbing fistfuls of her sheets and pulling at them in frustration, “You’re so cruel!” I moved up the bed a little, touching my lips to her stomach as delicately I could, all the way up to her bare tits. Leaning over her as I was, that was the only contact I had with her body and I knew it was killing her. Lightly, I kissed her right breast, making my way towards her nipple. Her legs writhed in vain and I knew she ached to touch herself or be touched.

“Please, touch me,” she groaned as if in pain as I ran the tip of my tongue over her now sensitive nipple. One thing you should know about Kara, if you haven’t figured it out by now, is that she is ridiculously sensitive. The slightest touch would cause quite the reaction. So when I sucked her nipple into my mouth, the loud moan that followed was expected, the legs that snaked around my middle like some freakish gymnast, was not.

In surprise, I bit her nipple a little harder than I intended, eliciting a cry of pain, mixed with an unhealthy dose of pleasure. “Kara! Control yourself.” I pulled back and sat up next to her. Her powerful legs were still wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me into her crotch. Her moans alone told me that she could feel me pushing against her soaked panties, let alone the heat and moisture I could feel myself.

“Please,” she begged pitifully, legs still encircling my middle.

“Come on, Kara,” I said calmly, tapping on her thigh. I didn’t stand a chance of unlocking her legs on my own. They fell away and she flopped back looking exhausted and pained. Poor thing.

Feeling guilty, I ran my hands along her legs and began pulling her panties down. A huge grin came over her blindfolded face as the soaked fabric came away, sticking to her pussy slightly. She sighed contentedly as I pulled them off and tossed them to the floor.

“Aww, look at you,” I teased, lightly running a finger over her puffy, reddened outer lips. She flinched, her oversensitive skin depraved of such direct contact. She was still listening to me though, her fingers were entwined in her sheets and her legs strained to remain still.

Her breathing was very heavy by now, “Just a finger… that’s all I’m asking for… please, baby.”

I leaned over her and I knew she could feel me near her, “A finger, why, whatever do you mean?” I was whispering in her ear now and ginned as she tried to turn to kiss me, getting empty air instead. I was rubbing her slit carefully, making sure she couldn’t push back against me. This was driving her crazy.

“Yes! Please, is that too much to ask for? Just one finger in me?”

“You want one of my fingers? But where shall I put it?”

“Anywhere!” she cried without thinking, squirming underneath me. I chuckled evilly, taking my hand from her slit and pushing one of my wet fingers into her mouth. She moaned and sucked it hard, running her tongue all over my finger. She seemed content with this for a moment until I began to pull it out. She grabbed my wrist to stop me, but as soon as she realized it was traveling south she let go, grabbing handfuls of fabric again in preparation. Slowly, my finger pushed against her slit, entering little by little. She was writhing obscenely as my finger slowly disappeared inside of her, curling up to tease her spot. She moaned loudly, arching her back and bucking her hips against my hand, fucking herself on my finger. I teased my finger inside her for a moment, amazed as she became even wetter. Slowly, I worked a second finger inside her, teasing her G twice as vigorously.

“Oh, Danny! Danny, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum!” she cried. No sooner had the words left her mouth than my fingers left her pussy. She rolled over and screamed her frustration into a pillow. My hand instantly went to her ass however, squeezing a cheek and rubbing a wet finger over her asshole. She stopped screaming and pushed her butt back at me, moaning a little bit into her bed. In the heat of the moment like this, a finger up her ass worked better than anything I could ever do; don’t ask me to explain it. Pushing hard, my finger, coated in her own juices, slid into her easily. She moaned deeply, her entire body beginning to quiver as her orgasm built quickly.

“You like that finger in your ass?” I asked softly in her ear. She shuddered hard as her climax reached its peak; her entire body shook and trembled. I wiggled my finger around and her moaning turned to whimpers of sheer pleasure, and then to clenched teeth, as my other hand slid under her to push two fingers back into her pussy. I worked my thumb furiously over her clit, making her scream my name into her pillow. It was a solid minute or two before I stopped and pulled my fingers from her, grinning proudly as she collapsed on her face, still twitching a little.

It was during this lull that I realized just how painfully hard I was right now. “Can you believe it’s not over yet, sweetheart?” I purred in her ear, pulling my boxers down and pressing myself against her.

She looked back in my direction and favored me with a tired smile, “Yes, fuck me, Daniel, fuck me.” She sounded so out of it I couldn’t help but laugh. With that she pushed her ass back against me and pressed her face against the pillow, struggling to lift her hips for me. Her legs were shaking as I pushed and pulled her hips so I could fuck her from behind. It was more than a little arousing to see her with her butt in the air and her face pressed into the bed spread. Little rivulets of her juices were running down the inside of her legs and her pussy shone with moisture. So hot.

“Baby, you’re leaking everywhere,” I teased, running fingers through the liquid on her legs.

She sighed tiredly, “You’ll just have to clean me up first if that’s a problem for you.” I chuckled, smacking a cheek before diving between her legs. I licked and kissed up the inside of her legs to her soaked pussy, making her whimper and moan. I licked around her outer area before kissing her clit. “Stop,” she gasped, “fuck me. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Oh, but I’m having so much fun. And, this is supposed to be a punishment in case you forgot,” I said quietly, lying down under her raised hips, looking up at her pussy from between her knees.

“I’ll have to be a bad girl more often then,” she giggled quietly, still quite exhausted.

“Ha, wrong thing to say.” I reached up and ran my fingertips along the inside of her thighs, moving slowly towards her pussy but never reaching it, pulling back at the last second and going back down her leg. This I kept this up for a few minutes at least before she broke.

“Daniel! Please!” She felt behind her, hoping to catch my hand but instead, smacking the top of my head. She must not have known how I was positioned, because she let out a little surprised noise. “How long has your head been there?”

“A while,” I snickered.

“You’ve been staring at me like that all this time?”

“Pretty much.”

She squirmed above me, her knees moving farther away from my head. That was the only warning I received. Before I could move out of the way, her crotch came rushing down to meet my face. “Danny, that’s so embarrassing!” She wormed her hips over my head, rubbing her pussy against my nose and mouth, very nearly smothering me. “I can’t believe you were looking at my pussy for so long… and not even touching it.” There wasn’t a trace of anger in her voice mind you, just a light tone that suggest she was only partly serious about being embarrassed.

“Mmf… Kara! Get off… nnhh, can’t breathe!”

“Mm, I’m trying, baby,” she giggled. She suddenly stopped, pressing her hips hard against my face. I struggled, but stopped as soon as she started to sit up, sitting completely on my face. “Now this, this is punishment,” she sighed happily, still wearing the bandana over her eyes.

I cried out into her girly flesh, but it didn’t stop her from grinding herself against my face.

“Oh god,” she moaned, her legs beginning to tremble, “I’m going to explode.” Quickly, I reached up and grabbed her under her arms, hoisting her up enough to toss her forward.

She cried out in pain and frustration as yet another orgasm was mercilessly cut off before it could begin. I sat up quickly, wiping her juices off of my face with the back of my hand.

“So… mean to me,” she whined. She was sprawled on her back, spread-eagled and breathing heavily.

“So hot,” I countered quietly, looking her sweat-gleaming body over. I touched her leg and she spread them wide, looking in my direction through her blindfold. Moving forward, I began pushing the head of my cock against her opening, immensely grateful for any kind of sensation after so long of teasing her with my hands.

“Yes! Oh my god, Daniel, yes! Fuck me!” She cried out rather loudly as she felt more and more of my cock getting stuffed into her tight cunt. I made sure to go slow so she didn’t get as much out of it, but that didn’t stop her from cumming almost immediately. Her hips bucked and that stupid little grin came over her face as I pushed myself completely inside her. I leaned up and let my weight down on her, kissing her roughly.

“Does that feel better, trouble maker?” I whispered in her ear.

“Yehess,” she gasped. Her legs wrapped around my waist once more, forcing me even deeper inside her. I didn’t need any more encouragement as I slowly started fucking her. I moved slowly, ensuring at least some longevity. She didn’t like this one bit however.

“Faster, Danny,” she mumbled, rocking her body under me.

“I could stop,” I replied dangerously.

She tightened her legs significantly, “Don’t.”

“Oo,” I chuckled, “the idea is suddenly appealing to me.” I slowed my pace to an agonizing speed just to show I meant it.

She reached up and ripped off her blindfold before taking my face in my hands, “No, Daniel please. Don’t you love me?”

“Jeez, pulling out the big guns are we?” Not only had she played that card, but taking off her blindfold had exposed her eyes, and they pieced straight to my heart. Sighing, I kissed her passionately as I began really fucking her. My cock pushed deeply into her with each thrust and I knew I wouldn’t last long. Her inner muscles gripped me tightly while I pumped in and out of her steadily, forcefully. She was making these little happy sounds. They were uniquely Kara, a little moan with a hint of a squeak. They didn’t last long however, turning to fully fledged moans after a while.

As I felt myself getting close, I really started hammering into her. Her moans grew louder until they stopped all together as she grit her teeth in climax. That did it. Her insides contracted around me and pulsed as her orgasm made her entire body spasm.

“Oh god,” I groaned, forcing myself even farther inside her, exploding deep within her. She wrapped herself around me as I emptied myself completely, deep inside her body. It seemed like an eternity before I finished and collapsed on top of her, totally spent.

We lay there for quite some time, panting in each others’ arms. “And let that be a lesson to you,” I said in a totally serious voice. It took a few seconds for what I said to sink in.

She burst out laughing and curled up into a naked little ball, holding her stomach. “Oh, oh ow! Don’t make me laugh so hard.”

“Don’t laugh so easily,” I countered, rubbing her tummy. Her giggles died down after a little bit as she curled up next to me, taking my hand from her stomach and putting it on her head. She loved being petted after something like this, not so much like a cat or dog, but just running my fingers through her hair slowly. It generally put her straight to sleep had it been later in the evening. As it was, it was barely past five, close to dinner time. As if on cue, my stomach rumbled loud enough to hear down the hall.

“Yeah, me too,” she yawned, rolling over to slide off the bed. I smiled, watching her walk, naked, to the door. For a second I thought she was going to actually leave without putting any clothes on. It opened and closed quickly and she came strutting back, putting more than a little wiggle in her step now that she knew I was watching. I was so focused on Kara, I didn’t notice the plain yellow sticky note she tossed in the trash

“Careful, Daniel, stare hard enough and I’m going to want round two,” she purred, coming up to the bed and kissing me.

“Oh god, don’t even talk about that,” I groaned, exhausted.

She pouted and gave me a look, “You’re tired? I’m the one you’ve been torturing for the better part of an hour!”

“You needed to be taught a lesson!” I protested, “And, torturing is hard stuff.”

“Oh please.” She smirked all of a sudden, reaching out to run a finger seductively up my leg. “I could always make you…”

“Noo,” I grabbed my junk and rolled over, thwarting her.

“Mmm, such a cute butt. I knew I loved you for a reason,” she giggled, squeezing my ass. I yelped and slapped her hands away, wrapping myself in her sheets. “Get out of there you big baby,” she smiled, pulling at me, “I’m hungry,” she threw herself on me, “feeed meee!”

I chuckled, “And you say I’m the big baby.” I threw the covers off and slid to the floor, intending to put my boxers back on.

“Kara, where are my…” I trailed off. She was wearing them, swinging her hips in some kind of victory jig. I sighed, pulling on my shorts instead. Kara ‘boxer-stealer’ Devine (creative namesake I know) had struck again. She was notorious for stealing my boxers after sex. I have no idea what she did with them, but I liked to think she was stockpiling them for Christmas or a birthday present. She had probably cost me a small fortune in underwear.

“We need to stop at my room first,” I said, eyeing my boxers.

“How come?” She reached into her dresser drawer and pulled out a lacey black bra, shrugging into it quickly. I was saddened to see her petite tits go away and I made sure she saw it on my face before pointing to her newly acquired boxers.

“You don’t want me to chafe do you?” The cargo shorts I was wearing were not conducive to going commando.

She bit her lip, “I would kiss it better if you did.” She ran her hands over my boxers and gave me her sexy face. “Daniel, you leaked in these.”

I must have blushed, because she giggled and rubbed the fabric against herself, continuing to give me the eyes. “Did you turn yourself on that much doing those things to me?”

“Maybe,” I admitted sheepishly.

“Aww,” she made me blush harder. Pulling on some jeans and a dark blue t-shirt, she tossed me my own shirt and waited as I got dressed. I hefted my bag and made for the door behind Kara. We were two floors down when we ran into Cynthia coming up the stairs. I had passed Kara and was leading the way.

“Hey guys!” she chirped brightly, surprising me by making extended eye contact. She looked at Kara after a moment and smirked, before turning back to me. “Heading for food?”

“Yup, wanna come?” I asked, extending the courtesy. Kara jabbed me in the back but fortunately not hard enough for me to show it.

Cynthia smiled at me and tucked her hair behind an ear before replying, “I would love to, but I’ve already eaten.”

“Dang, maybe next time,” I smiled back. Kara jabbed me in the back much harder this time, using her nails. I jumped, but I managed to disguise it by shifting my backpack.

“Yeah, that would be fun,” she replied, “Well, I need a shower, so I’ll see you guys later.”

“See ya tonight, Cynthia,” Kara chimed in. I could feel the venom from her voice dripping down the back of my neck. We headed our separate ways, but it wasn’t until we were outside that Kara said anything.

“Did you see the way she was looking at you!” she nearly yelled, clenching her teeth in anger.

“What are you talking about?” I was legitimately confused.

“She was giving you the fucking doe eyes! And oh, you should have seen the look she gave you as you passed her! Oh my god, I might have to kill her.”

I laughed, “Really?”

“Daniel,” she growled.

“Oh shit,” I laughed, backing away with my hands in the air.

She scowled at me, grabbing my hand and holding it tightly. “She hits on you so much,” she grumbled, squeezing my hand possessively.

“She does?” I asked incredulously.

“You can’t be serious?”

“Kara, I’ve been with you for a while. I haven’t been hit on in quite some time. I can’t even remember what it looks like from the other side anyways.” She gave me a confused look even as her eyes softened fractionally.

“Fine, but it doesn’t help that you’re so nice and charming around her.”

I let go of her hand and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close and kissing her cheek, “I’ll try to be more of an asshole, just for you, sweetheart.” She made a happy little noise and pulled away so she could take my hand again. By now we’d made it to my dorm building and were headed up to my room on the first floor. Navigating the maze-like hallway, we reached my room and headed in. My roommate wasn’t there so I didn’t hesitate in dumping my bag and then my shorts.

“Mm, I wish you would drop your pants that quickly for me,” Kara sighed.

I fished through my dresser, “Oh please! Just because I kept them on this time to make you suffer doesn’t mean anything.” All of a sudden she was pushing against my back, making me jump into the solid wood dresser cock first. She was doing exactly what I had done to her.

“Ow, Kara, ow,” I groaned as she pressed harder. Her face was pressed between my shoulder-blades and her hands slowly crept around me, heading for my crotch. I could feel myself hardening just from the simple anticipation of her soft hands. “Kara,” I whispered.

Her breathing was heavy, “Yes, Daniel, again.”

“There is no way you’re still horny.”

“Still? No,” she purred lustily, “again.” The urge to do what she suggested was so strong.

Her hands were around my cock at last, “Oh god, Kara.” I turned in her arms to find her t-shirt halfway off and the button to her jeans undone. She was out of them a moment later, naked in front of me once more.

“Yes, Dan, that’s it,” she coaxed me towards my own bed. We never made it to my bed however, the chair was much closer. Kara shoved me into the stiff wooden chair so hard it felt like I bruised my tailbone. She was on me a second later, smothering me with her lips. She kept one arm wrapped around my head while the other hand seized my cock.

“Mm,” she was breathing heavily now, giving me the eyes like it was her job, “you’re lucky I’m in this condition, baby. I’m going to get you to fuck me properly tonight.” With that she slowly lowered herself down my shaft.

I groaned, feeling every bit of me sinking deeper inside her. “Properly?”

“Mmhm,” she sighed, hitting bottom, “when I don’t have to suffer for it or do all the work.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” I said, dripping sarcasm as she slowly began grinding her hips against me. She leaned back and I ran my hands over her tight stomach up her chest. My large hands easily engulfed her small breasts and squeezed, causing her to throw her head back, sending her sable hair in all directions. She really started moving then. This is when I was grateful for all the exercise she got; there was no way I could do what she did. Using just her legs, she began lifting herself up and letting herself down on my shaft. Combined with the up and down motion that was more than fantastic in and of itself, she bucked her hips forward and back with each vertical shift. Now, I was still tingling from her room not too long ago, so this wasn’t going to last, not with her being so amazing and all.

It had to have shown on my face because she leaned back towards me and wrapped my head tightly in her arms, pulling me into her chest. “Make me cum,” she whispered huskily. My hands were still on her chest and I used them to push her back. She leaned back, still riding me steadily and gazing at me with glazed over eyes. I squeezed her again and let my fingers move directly to her nipples, pinching and twisting them. She gasped, biting her lip in a feral grin, her head swaying almost drunkenly. She was getting closer now if my experience with her was any judge. I took one hand away from her tits and wrapped it around her waist, and, while she was rising up, I began pumping in and out of her furiously. She cried out, her voice dying in her throat and I pulled her down to kiss her, still thrusting into her hard. Her legs locked up and her face contorted in pleasure as her climax neared.

“Cum with me, Daniel,” she groaned through clenched teeth. Surprisingly, I knew I actually could this time. Pumping my hips even harder, I could feel her tightening around me and I knew the moment was seconds away. Her body was quivering inside and out and she clutched at me in an attempt to be as close as possible as we came. The moans coming out of her increased in volume and were soon joined by my own as my balls tightened and released myself inside her just as she exploded. Her mouth fell open in silent ecstasy as she collapsed against me, kissing me passionately.

We, or more correctly I, was exhausted by now. I leaned heavily against Kara who struggled to keep from being toppled off the chair.

“That was amazing,” she sighed contentedly, pushing me back in the chair so she could get up. I felt myself being pulled out of her as she stood, missing the sensation instantly. Her legs seemed to give out and she had to lean on my bed frame to keep herself upright.

“Are you alright?” I asked in a teasing voice.

“Shush,” she paused, “you see this right here?” She gestured to her unsteady legs, “I want this to happen because you fucked me so hard I can barely stand. Not because I did all the leg work.”

“Oh come on, I did a lot this time, not to mention I did ALL the work last time,” I replied defensively.

She gave me a look and wandered over to my dresser, opening up the top drawer. She was digging through my boxers before I could react, “Oh, no you don’t!” I shot out of the chair and slapped her hands out of my underwear. “You already have one.”

“But…” she gave me a hurt look and made her bottom lip quiver. I jabbed my finger at the discarded boxers she had stolen earlier. She pouted and pulled them on along with the rest of her clothes. I changed into completely fresh clothes while Kara fixed herself in my roommate’s mirror.

“You still look like you just had sex,” I teased from a safe distance. She gave me a sharp look in response. I was starving now and tired to boot, so I was in no condition to fight her off.

“Chop chop.”

“Alright alright, I’m ready. Let’s go.” We headed out right after Kara took a bathroom break and made for the dining hall. It’s a good walk to get there and we talked the entire time, mostly about what we had done. In hindsight, I probably should have changed the subject.

Dinner was nothing special. We found some of our orientation friends and sat with them. Conversation was light, until about halfway through when Kara got to talking with this other girl. I had seen her around, she was in one or two of my classes in fact. I couldn’t quite remember her name, A something. But good lord she was gorgeous! She had blond hair streaked with brown highlights that set off her brown eyes. Even though I had only seen her in a seated position, it was easy to see she was tall, rising above Kara by a good margin. She also stuck out farther than Kara, not in the stomach mind you, but a little higher. She was quite a few bra sizes larger than Kara. But enough about her.

We were sitting next to each other on the bench side of the table, and whatever it was this girl was telling her was apparently making Kara touch my leg. We weren’t huge on PDA so this was very out of place. It was an intense conversation too; the two girls were speaking in hushed tones close together. Fortunately the table was pulled in pretty tight so no one could see this, but it was still making me uncomfortable. And when she started rubbing my crotch I was disturbed to find myself reacting quickly.

“Kara,” I muttered, leaning close to the back of her head. She ignored me completely and her hand kept on rubbing and squeezing me. I tried to ignore her and finish my food, but she knew just what to do to drive me crazy. This was agony! Despite the fact that we’d had sex twice in the past two to three hours, I wanted to fuck her brains out all over again as soon as possible.

“Kara,” I repeated, slightly louder.

“Excuse me for a sec,” I heard Kara say to the girl. “What is it, Daniel? I’m in the middle of a conversation.”

“Stop,” I said quietly.

“What’s the matter? Am I turning you on or something? I know your body likes it,” she whispered in my ear.

“I know what you’re doing…”

“Oh? And is it working?”

“Yes. Now, stop it!”

She looked me in the eye and I could see the little demon she called a sense of humor staring right back, “But what if I like doing this? What if this feels good to me?” she squeezed my cock for emphasis. “What if it pleases me?”

“Two can play this game,” I threatened.

She smirked, “Go for it, you won’t.” I narrowed my eyes at her and let my hand slide over her leg. She maintained eye contact with me the entire time, as if daring me to go on. I squeezed her leg and moved my hand closer to her crotch, pushing my fingers against the junction of her legs. She smiled and winked at me, turning back to continue talking to the other girl. I then realized this was a win-win scenario for her! I took my hand away, causing her to give me a sideways glance but not stop her chat. Next, I grabbed the hand she nearly had wormed down my pants and pulled it out, gripping it tightly. I watched her jaw clench as she fought to break my grip. Why I hadn’t thought to do this earlier, I don’t know. She couldn’t use her other hand because people would notice, so I was free to finish my meal in peace.

Thwarted, Kara kept to herself until just as we were leaving with everybody else. “Are you ready, Daniel?”

“Isn’t it like swimming,” I joked, “you have to wait like thirty minutes after eating?”

“Daniel,” she growled, taking my hand and squeezing it as hard as she could.

“Alright! Your place or mine?”

“Yours, but lemme get my stuff for tomorrow first. I want to sleep over,” she said in her little cute voice, the voice she used when she wanted something.

“Kay. I’ll meet you down in the lobby to sign you in, text me.” She was so excited I hadn’t fought her on sleeping over, that she didn’t notice I hadn’t offered to help get her stuff. I lumbered up to my room, more tired than I wanted to be and changed into more comfortable clothing. My roommate was still not back and I assumed he was either still at the dining hall or hanging out with his own friends. A few minutes later Kara texted me and I went downstairs to sign her in. The RA’s weren’t there for some reason, so we just walked back up.

“You had better not be thinking about going to bed yet, mister,” she said, eyeing my clothes.

“I thought that’s where you wanted us to go?” I countered.

“You know what I mean.”

We made it to my room and entered, “No, sweetheart, I’m going to give you what you want.” I pulled off my shirt and took her in my arms, leaning down to kiss her deeply, lovingly.

“Yay,” she thrilled quietly, looping her arms around my neck and kissing me back. I tapped the back of her legs twice and she jumped up into my arms (this wasn’t our first time) and wrapped herself around me. I took her weight and headed for my bed, kissing her all the way. I think by now she recognized this wasn’t going to be the frenzied fuck-fest she had envisioned; I could tell by the way she was kissing me. When she saw we had reached the bed, she pulled me forward so I ended up on top of her. She used her legs to pull me into her, causing her to let out a tremendously satisfied sigh.

Her demeanor had changed completely from earlier today, taking on a more subdued and dreamy quality. “Are you going to make love to me, Daniel?” she asked me in-between delicate kisses, her voice far away and feather light. I reached back and unhooked her legs from around me and lay her fully on my bed. She rolled to the other side so I could get on as well. I was deliberately avoiding her question as I lay down next to her, taking her face in my hands and kissing her. She moaned quietly, wrapping herself around me tightly; her legs circled one of mine which allowed her to rub the crotch of her jeans against my thigh, all while her hands clung to my back.

I rocked my body against her slowly, pushing my thigh against her rhythmically while I ran a hand over her stomach. She whimpered when I did that; she hated it when I touched her stomach like this because my hand was so far away from anything that gave her pleasure. Goosebumps popped up all over her as my fingers moved farther up her torso, pushing her shirt up along with it.

She pulled back for a moment, “Uhn,” her breathing increased rapidly and she watched with huge eyes as they came so close to her lace covered breasts. The pain in her eyes was palpable when my fingers stopped just short of them, instead grabbing her shirt and pulling it up and over her head. She renewed her efforts after that, taking my head in one hand and kissing me hard while the other hand took mine and clamped it over her right tit, making me squeeze her hard.

“No more games, baby, please,” she begged as I was in the process of kissing up her stomach.

“I thought you,” I paused to pull her lacey little bra down enough to expose a hard, pert, nipple; I finished my sentence with it between my teeth, “loved my games?”

She struggled out of her bra quickly and held my mouth to her breast firmly as she spoke, “That’s not the point!” I let her nipple fall from my mouth after teasing my tongue over it. She gasped and held my eye with a shocked look as she felt my hand being forced into her pants, cupping her enflamed pussy. That was when I started pushing my body against her, putting all my weight behind my hand. Her entire body was rocked with every shove, a horny little smile on her face the whole time.

“You know…uhh…it would be…uhhg…easier to,” she began, her speech interrupted by each new thrust.

Before she could finish, I leaned up and kissed her hard, continuing to push against her. “So you’re saying…?” I teased. I loved making her say things. I stopped but left my hand where it was, torturing her with its inactivity squashed between the layer of clothing and her scorching flesh.

“Put it in me,” she gasped, trying to push against my hand but finding no resistance to work with.

I switched to kissing her neck, “Put what…in you?” She swallowed hard, as if deciding whether or not to play my game.

Fortunately for me, she decided to play, “Your cock,” she demurred, putting on her best innocent eyes. I broke my leg free of her grip and got between her legs properly; I decided to reward her for playing along. She immediately wrapped her legs around me, waiting eagerly for more.

“So, let me get this straight…” I pulled my hand out of her pants, to her extreme disappointment, and began unbuttoning her jeans. She arched her back so I could pull them down, exposing my stolen boxers. “You want me to put my cock,” I paused, running my fingers over to crotch of my old underwear, “somewhere around here?”

She closed her eyes as she felt my fingers run over her most sensitive area, “Ohh, Daniel,” she breathed. Thankfully, she was lucid enough to know that playing along would pay off, “Yes, there…my pussy.” I grinned, that was more than I expected. I pulled the boxers off and ran my fingers directly over her pussy lips and clit. She cried out in relief, her own hands seizing her nipples and brutalizing them.

I sat up and grinned, watching her pleasure herself on my one finger she’d managed to slip inside herself. I think I’d put her through enough by now, watching her writhe and squirm on my bed. I began taking off my lounge pants and suddenly became the owner of Kara’s complete attention, even as she let one hand wander down to her pussy where she was slowly fingering herself. She made these little whimpering noises as more and more of me was exposed, twisting her body slightly more each time until she was facing me. I just watched as she reached out and pulled down my boxers and seized my cock, pushing me onto by back and taking me into her mouth. She never really could take in all of me, but damn if she didn’t try.

She moaned as she continued to finger herself, her tongue running circles over the head of my cock. I ran my hands over her head, and after a few minutes of her mind-blowing attention, took hold of the back of her head. She looked up at me all of a sudden with nothing but lust and longing in her beautiful eyes. As I began slowly pulling her head tighter to me, forcing more of my cock down her throat, she began fingering herself even more vigorously and letting out these whimpering noises.

“Tell me why I shouldn’t cum down your throat,” I said quietly. Yes, I knew she couldn’t speak. However, at my words she moaned loudly on my cock and twisted her body so I could clearly see her using both hands to pleasure herself. It was the desperation in her eyes and the pitiful whimpering that sealed the deal. I let go of her head and she threw herself back on my bed, spreading her legs wide for me. I grinned down at her and slowly lowered myself down on top of her.

“Ohh,” she moaned softly as I slowly pushed inside of her. She was going crazy now, jamming her hips up into me as her hands frantically held my face to her own. I slowly began fucking her now, steadily increasing the force behind my thrusts. Her moans also grew in intensity until she had to press her face into my neck to contain them. I was in such a state that, the first I noticed she had cum was when she bit down on my collar bone, hard. She was trembling so badly underneath me, one could confuse her for a hypothermic. I slowed down after that, her insides quivering enough that I didn’t need to fuck her hard, I was close as it was.

“Oh god, Kara,” I groaned, feeling the build-up in my balls about to burst. Her legs wrapped slowly around my body and pulled me deep. She looked nearly comatose except for the silly little smile on her lips as she felt me explode inside her. Despite the fact that we had just had sex three times in less than half a day, it clearly wasn’t enough to drain me, pumping her so full of cum she started leaking it back out. It did however, drain me completely of my energy. I didn’t even consciously pull out of her, just sort of slumped to the side and passed out.

I vaguely remember Kara getting up and leaving for a few minutes sometime that night, and then coming back into bed, covering us up.

We woke up late the next morning and had to sprint to class. Throughout the entire day Kara wouldn’t stop bragging about how she got me to fuck her so much in one day. That was my girlfriend for you. The rest of the week was spent in a similar, but not as exhausting routine. By Friday, all I wanted to do was drink myself into a stupor and curl up with Kara.

If I had known what I was about to get involved in…

“Baayby,” Kara purred in my ear after our last class on Friday, “you want to come to a party with me tonight?”

I groaned, “I’m not really in a ‘party’ mood.” We were walking to my room at this point.

“Oh come onn!” she whined, “it’s not like you have to dance or whatever it is you think you have to do, dummy.” I narrowed my eyes at her and she grinned at me innocently. I was justified in being worried, every party we’d gone to in high school had been the kind you dance at. I despised dancing and only put up with it because Kara loved it so much. But I was so ‘thirsty’ I would do just about anything.

“Fine! Where is it?”

“The apartments.”

“Who do we know in the apartments?” I asked incredulously.

“Who do I know, baby, who do I know,” she corrected me.

“Well then, who do you know?” She didn’t answer right away. “Kara?”

“Oh, some boy I met in math class,” she replied dismissively.

I sighed, “Some boy?”

She giggled, “Jealousy? From you?” I gave her a look that just made her laugh harder. “I told him I had a boyfriend, Daniel. And he has a girlfriend anyways, don’t get your panties in a bunch. His twin sister goes here, remember? I sit next to her in world civs.”

“Oh, the hotty?” She gave me the stink eye for that one. Now it was my turn to chuckle, “Calm down, you know I love you.”

“That’s not the point.”

“It’s totally the point.”

“Ahh whatever!”

We made a pit-stop at her place to grab her rum, before going back to my room. We had an hour or so before dinner and then probably a few hours after that before we would go. Kara knew this.

“Soo, what do we do now,” she said in a sultry little voice, closing the door behind us and leaning back against it.

I pretended to not notice the tone of her voice, “Umm, I don’t know, movie? Or you could continue my lessons.” Kara was slowly but surely teaching me how to play the guitar.

“And if I had something else in mind?” I was busy digging for my vodka in the fridge so I didn’t notice her coming up behind me.

“Such as?” That was when I felt her hands on my head, pulling me back against her stomach.

“You know…”

“Oh no, no.” I grinned up at her lewdly, “Not yet.”

She held my head tighter to her body, “Why!”

I held up her rum and winked.

A little grin appeared for a split second before she forced a scowl to replace it. She was well aware of what happened when she drank. I was well aware of it too; I loved it! I wasn’t afraid to admit, I could be a bit of a facilitator when it came to getting Kara drunk. My older brother supplied us, so it was never in short supply. Let’s just say she got a little, handsy, and super horny… well, more than usual.

“Danny, you’re not going to take advantage of me, are you?” she asked in this innocent little voice, like she couldn’t believe I would do such a thing but secretly wanted it more than anything. She would have pulled the act off too if she hadn’t begun rubbing against the back of my head. I broke out of her hold and stood up, towering over her again.

“With the way you work, it’s more likely that you’ll be the one taking advantage of me.” She blushed and turned away, tossing herself on my bed and turning on my television.

“Pssh, using me,” she mumbled, I think the idea appealed to her, but she didn’t want to let that on.

I laughed, getting on the bed next to her, “Oh, I’m sorry, what is it that you did earlier this week to me?”

She let out a smug chuckle and pulled herself close to me, “Fine.” She turned my shoulder and kissed me, sighing contentedly.

A moment later I had to pull her hand out of my shorts, “Ah ah, bad girl,” I whispered, kissing her hard, pinning her to the bed.

“Does that mean you’re going to punish me again?” she asked quickly, excitedly.

“Oh, you wish,” I smirked, taking her chin in my hand and kissing her to keep her whining down.

Her breathing increased dramatically as she squirmed underneath me, “Uhh, Daniel.” This led to nearly a solid hour of making out and trying to keep her from touching me or herself. By the time we had to meet our friends for dinner, she was so worked up she could barely stand.

“I hate you sometimes,” she panted, stumbling to my chair and putting her shoes back on.

“Nah, you looove me,” I chuckled, getting off the bed and making no attempt to cover up the raging hard-on I’d had since we got back.

“How can you do that to yourself?” she exclaimed, looking at my crotch with both shock and longing.

“Totally worth it,” I grinned wickedly, stepping closer to where she sat and running a finger up under her chin.

She shuddered and shot up into my arms, “Why do you do this to me?”

I kissed her passionately, “Because I love you.” She snorted and rolled her eyes, taking my hand and pulling me outside.

We ate with the people we were going to hang out with later, and that apparently included the tall, blond girl. It seemed that Kara had taken a liking to this girl, chatting it up and laughing a lot, even telling her some humiliating story about me. This got a rise out of her and she looked me in the eye for the first time. I felt a chill run up my spine as she did; there was something in her brown eyes that put me on edge, something I couldn’t quite identify. But as soon as we locked eyes she broke it, turning back to Kara and giggling quite girlishly. Strangely enough, I wasn’t introduced to her, maybe deliberately, seeing as she was Kara’s friend and I had called her a hotty. I was introduced to her brother, Tim, however briefly. So, according to Kara, this girl’s twin brother, who didn’t look much like her at all, had a friend in the apartments. Truthfully, I was prepared for an awfully awkward night.

That was not the case… at least, not in the way I expected.



“Timmy!” the guy who opened the door to the apartment nearly shouted.

“Wassup Richey!” Tim replied, having the breath crushed out of him a moment later in a serious hug. He let Tim go and ushered us in; we’d picked up a bunch of other people and they followed us in.

“Heeyy Sweetcheeks!” I heard him say to Tim’s sister, who happened to be the last to come in.

“Fuck off Richey,” she growled, her voice low and dangerous. Apparently there was some history between these two. As I watched, his hand reached out to spank her as she passed him. She stopped and turned on him, standing about eye to eye at six feet and giving the poor guy a look that could peel paint. Although, I wouldn’t be doing my male duty if I didn’t mention how much I would have liked to be his hand; she had a very nice ass stuffed into those tight shorts. What the fuck! Did I just think that? Damn it I need a drink.

“So, introduce me,” Richey said, after weathering this girl’s murderous stare.

“Well, this is Kara Devine,” Tim started off, either because of the show she put on during orientation or because he had personally invited her, I wasn’t sure. “This is her boyfriend, Dan,” he pointed to me. The girl turned her eyes on me a second time, and my blood turned to ice, there was something in her eyes that scared the crap out of me and that she proceeded to give Kara the same look didn’t help. Tim went on to introduce the rest of the group, a couple people Kara and I knew, but mostly Tim and his sister’s friends. I understood it was important to meet people right out of the gate in college, but damn!

Anyways, the fun began from there. 30s were stacked on the counter top and anything bottled sat next to them; we’d gotten into the building before sign-in so we simply used backpacks. Solos were plentiful and immediately a ruit game was set up on the ‘kitchen’ table. Richey put a sign up sheet on the fridge and Kara told me she and I would be playing Tim and his sister. Did no one use her name!?

Kara and I were equally good at the game, so it always became an intense competition between us to see who could sink the most cups. Unfortunately for us, Tim and his nameless twin were just as good. It didn’t help that she kept distracting me either, shoving her rather large chest out and shaking her shoulders. I missed my short, damn her double dees! Kara, however, shot almost instantly after I missed while the girl’s tits were still hanging out and bounced the ball off of her over-ample cleavage, for two and the win!

“Damn your tits!” Tim cried, grinning from ear to ear as he downed his beer. The girl chugged her own while giving her brother this strange look over the rim of the cup.

I didn’t have time to see anything else though as Kara pulled me down and kissed me hard, “Who’s next?” she crowed triumphantly after breaking away. We ended up winning another three games, two of which we won on our first throws because they didn’t pull their cups fast enough. We were finally beaten by Richey and Tim and gratefully collapsed on the couch. I knew I was buzzing pretty hard by this point, Kara was, well Kara was just where I intended her to be.

As soon as most everyone’s attention was back on the new game, Kara eased up to me as slinkily as she could while this inebriated. She giggled, which turned into a sigh, “Baby, you should take me back to your room.”

“Oh? And why should I do that?”

She licked her lips and gave the room a quick once-over before turning back to me, twisting her body a little so most of the room couldn’t see what she was doing. “I think you know,” she whispered in my ear, kissing it as she squeezed me through my shorts.

My voice squeaked a little in surprise, “Oh, that reason.”

She slowly exhaled through her nose, “Yes, that reason.” She kissed me, pulling away after a moment and biting her lip as she stared longingly into my eyes.

“I see,” I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard, leaning her over so she toppled over on the couch. I sat back up and grinned down at her.

“Don’t play,” she sighed, laying on her back, panting.

“Okay, sweetheart, let me go break the seal then we can go,” I said, getting up.

“Charming,” she smiled happily, making no effort to get up, probably expecting me to pick her up and carry her back to my room.

Imagine my surprise when I got back from the bathroom and found her passed out in one corner of the couch. Now, imagine my surprise when I saw miss nameless scary girl sitting exactly one space away from Kara, basically forcing me to sit next to her. She locked eyes with me as soon as I rounded the corner, and even as I watched a little smile spread her full lips. She arched an eyebrow when I didn’t move and patted the couch next to her.

“Hello,” I said as nonchalantly as I could.

“Mr. Valentine,” she replied, smiling sweetly, although her voice was surprisingly husky and instantly put me on edge. She smelled like flowers, not alcohol. I looked to Kara, but found no salvation there. She was out cold, a dumb, horny little smile on her face. Damn it!

“So, how are you liking World Civs?” she asked.

I was breaking out into a sweat now, “I love it. It’s one of my favorite subjects,” I responded nervously.

She smiled, “I’m glad. And bio?”

“You’re in my Bio class?” I was shocked.

More teeth, “Yes,” she purred.

“Um, it’s alright, but I mean it’s nothing,” I paused, realizing her arm was now along the back of the couch behind my head, “I don’t already know.” My eyes went from her arm to her face and back again rapidly. She didn’t seem to notice. Her gaze never wavered, and the only thing that changed about her was her smile.

“Mm, I know what you mean,” she smiled and rolled her eyes around the room, like it was silly how boring it was, “sometimes my mind wanders pretty bad.” There was still this air of intensity about this conversation, but I felt something had changed, like we were actually talking about nothing now. I calmed down.

Chuckling a little, I asked, “Yeah, where does it go?” You know, I honestly expected her to reveal something about herself, like a favorite place or something stupid like that.

Her grin turned wicked for a moment, but only for a moment, “Oh, here and there.” Her eyes bored into me. I was confused and it must have shown because she quickly changed tracks. “So how long have you been with Kara?” She seemed to get closer to me without having moved.

“I uh, well, didn’t you ask her?”

“I did, but you know, how a person answers a redundant question says a lot about them.” I wasn’t quite sure how to answer that, the alcohol was having more of an effect on me than I realized.

I tried to think of what Kara would say, “A year and a half. But we’ve been friends since we were little pretty much.”

She didn’t say anything for what seemed like an eternity, and I used that time to surreptitiously reach behind me and shake Kara’s leg. It didn’t seem to do anything, so I shook harder.

“Ashley!” I heard Tim call from across the room, “We’re up, lets go, leave Dan alone!” Ashley! I knew it started with an A. She flashed her brother the most hateful look I had ever seen and began to get up.

“You’re going to be fun,” she whispered in my ear, before joining her brother at the ruit table. I shook Kara harder now, jarring her awake.

“What!”

“Get up, we need to go.”

“What. Why?”

“Oh man!” Richey groaned, plopping down onto the couch next to me, nearly scaring me to death. “I hope you have a chastity belt bro.”

“Excuse me?”

He gestured with his beer at Ashley who had sidled up next to her brother, “Temptation, thy name is Ashley Donovan.”


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