Chapter 2: Chapter 1
Her mouth worked its way up and down his shaft, she enjoyed the warmth of his engorged member on her cherry glossed lips. she liked to gloss it up before she went down. she had a few dozen different flavors of lip gloss, depending on the meal she wanted to receive. Bacon was probably the oddest of the bunch. she knows they call it eating meat, but the addition of that particular flavor made it a little too real for her. On that note, she never really enjoyed banana flavored either.
What is it with ladies wanting to pretend they had something in their mouth other than a dick? she'll take her dick with a cherry on top, but she's not going to turn around and pretend that it's a banana. That thing in her mouth is a nice, hard dick, and if she play her cards right, it might be entering other areas too. she likes that it's a dick. she like that that dick is attached to a person. she also likes it that when she flicks her tongue just so…
"Mmmm… Ohhhh…." The guy gripped onto the back of her head and let out a pleased moan.
Yeah… she like that too. When you're going down on a guy, you never have more control than at that moment. Some girls want to say that all a guy thinks about is sex, then when you're working his shaft that means all that guy is thinking about at that exact second is you. He's not wondering what he's going to do later. He's not worried about his bills. The only thing he's thinking about is how good you… rather she… making him feel. That's power, ladies.
Her hands cupped his balls, and her mouth moved up and down his dick with a nice smacking sound.
Come on baby, cum for me.
A moment later, he did, and she swallow it down, feeling the thick and creamy heat run down her throat. It's not that she love the taste of cum or anything like that. she don't hate the feeling, but she mostly just does it because it saves a lot of mess. she also like to swallow her gum too. What can she say, she swallows.
"Oh… you're amazing!" he lets out in a deep, staggered voice.
His body was bent, his chest leaned so far forward that he'd practically pressed his washboard stomach against her forehead. His legs were pushed out, and he was leaning back against the wall in a way that, if he wasn't holding on to her hair, he'd have fallen back onto his butt.
she slowly pulled her mouth away from his dick, a strand of saliva and semen streamed between her lips and his manhood. she wiped it, and her mouth before she brushed it onto her shirt. she knew men, so now that he came, she was pretty sure he was going to try to get rid of her as quickly as possible. No waiting until he could recover and then sex, no offer of cunnilingus. Not even an impromptu finger fuck with some heavy making out. Of course, it's not like he was going to be willing to give up a piece of ass like her until he's had every piece, but in the boy mind, that comes later.
"C-can I get your number? Maybe we can meet up this weekend at your place." His breath was finally recovering, and his dick was starting to fall back down, shrinking into its previously unimpressive state.
There you go. Notice that he didn't ask her to meet someplace where we could hang out. No date, no dinner. He just wanted her to come over and fuck him. shet was a classic Netflix and chill, minus the Netflix, and the chilling for that matter, just some hot, hardcore naked time.
What? You noticed he doesn't have her phone number? Yeah, we haven't even dated yet. she was also kneeling in a Janitor's closet, of all places. Her classroom was just down the hallway. And this guy? she don't even know him.
Don't get her wrong, she scoped him out ahead of time. At the end of class every day, he was always there, sitting on a bench in the hallways in front of our class. Unfortunately, our course let out at the same time as a lot of courses in this particular hall, so it was always quite busy. she never felt comfortable trying to pick up a cute guy with too many people around.
On the other hand, if she got up fifteen minutes before class ended, she could snatch him quickly and have her way with him. On that note, the class should be letting up any minute now. He was another notch on her belt, but was he booty call material? she gave him a little knowing smirk and a wink while she stood up.
"What would we be doing at your place?" she decided to tease him a bit. "Play video games?"
As she asked, she let a finger run down his chest. shet was a classic "she'm interested" move. Of course, she'd have just been as interested in the video games. she enjoyed gaming as much as she enjoyed certain other things. However, you could tell when she guy was a gamer. There would always be that sudden flash of excitement when he realized the hot girl he was with shared his interests. shenstead, this guy just gave a confused look. shet was a shame, but he failed at boyfriend material. Still, she could have a little fun with him before we parted.
Her hand moved down to his flaccid cock, and her fingers ran over the wet head. Even though her lips were very close to his, he didn't pull away. That was a good sign. A man who's willing to kiss you after you've gone down on him is at least worth a little of your time, in her experience. Hmm… maybe with a little coaxing she could get him hard again?
The door suddenly flew open, and she pulled away quickly, her hand leaving his cock. Her hair was a mess, her lip gloss was probably horrific, but her clothing was in perfect order. The boy she was with, however, still had his dick sticking out, and as he struggled to get it back into his pants, it was clear to anyone what was going on in here.
she grimaced a bit. she imagined she might get in a little trouble for fornicating on campus, but it should be a light slap on the wrist. she immediately tried to prepare her apology alongside a look of repentance. However, the person who opened the door wasn't faculty, but a girl. She vaguely looked familiar, and she thought she was also in the class she should be in right now.
"Jonathan!" She shouted loudly, and by the embarrassed look on his face, she immediately realized she was treading on another girl's territory.
She began yelling at him and was making enough noise that the classes which just started letting out started to form a crowd. As for her? This wasn't the first time she had been caught with a man who belonged to another. shet wasn't her responsibility to check and make sure each man is attached before she touch him. shet's not her responsibility to keep other people honest. Still, this business had nothing to do with her. Therefore, she did the mature thing. That is, she tried to blend into the crowds and slink away.
Likely, since they had a class together, she'd confront her in two or three days. she'd tell her that he never told her and that she felt just as betrayed as she did (A lie, of course, she don't really care), and then we'd never talk to each other again. shen a lucky world, she'd be in such a state that she doesn't even remember her face. As for the guy? shef he approached her, she might slide him her number and meet him on the weekend, presuming he breaks it off with the girl. Even she'm not bad enough to want to be the other girl.
she was nearly out of sight too when the girl's gaze suddenly jumped to her. "You…"
Her eyes turned dark, and she put on one of the ugliest faces she had ever seen. Not that she was particularly hot, to begin with. I mean, she had to have realized that the buff guy she was dating was way out of her league, right? Unless she was an absolute freak in bed, it was only a matter of time before he started messing around. This was college after all. They were probably high school sweethearts or something.
"she'm sorry, she'm just going to go."
she needed to be smooth like a band-aid. Quick pain, then she'd be out of your life. Except, it turned out she wasn't that kind of girl. she feared the type of person she was the moment she saw her. She was a blamer. She's the kind of woman that warps reality to be favorable to herself. she could see it in her eyes. she was pretty good at reading people. At that moment, she was thinking that her boyfriend wouldn't possibly cheat on her. However, she caught him. That must have meant he was coerced. No, he was coerced. shet was the woman. She did it. She forced him to do stuff with her. She used her wild ways to try to steal her boyfriend. She's a monster. she must destroy her. Yeah… that's exactly what those eyes said as they narrowed down like a vulture on the unsettled her.
she didn't really want to make a scene. As her mom always said, she loved to start trouble, but she hated the consequences. she'm more the kind of person who would hide in a corner or run, then have to face people being angry at her.
"she should be gone now." she turned around swiftly started heading to the stairway. She went down to the first floor. There she could slip out of this building and run back to her dorm room. Perhaps she could stay there for a few days, let these things cool down. Let the psycho girl looking at her cool down.
"You bitch!" There were footsteps running towards her.
she had barely managed to turn her body back when she saw her, barreling at her like a linebacker, a crazed look in her eye. Her hands slammed into her chest. she took a step back, missing the stairway and stumbling. The rest seemed to move in slow motion. she was falling back. There might have been one or two spectators with wide or worried looks.
As she fell back, her legs moved up and her head fell down. Meanwhile, the girl continued to stare at her with narrowed eyes. She didn't wear a look of surprise at what she had done. She didn't seem guilty or worried. He eyes seemed almost dead, perhaps filled with menace, and determined to watch her fall the rest of the way.
she struck her head, and then the world went white.
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