Only an hour turns into several as we drink our way through various kegs, and Miguel introduces me to all the people he knows. I find it hard to believe that one person can remember many names. At one point, I’m pretty sure he’s guessing.
“I need to sit,” I shout at him as another great song starts. “My legs are killing me.”
“Come on.” He takes my hand and pulls me along, leading me up the stairs of the frat house. Two levels up, and I’m exhausted, but he keeps me going until we reach a room at the end of the hall.
“This is my room,” he announces, pushing open the door. It’s a lot neater than the other areas of the frat house, and I’m pleasantly surprised. Seeing his bed, I sigh happily and sit down. “That feels better.”
He sits in his desk chair and swings back and forth. “I am so glad you’re having so much fun.”
“I’m tired now, though,” I laugh. “I’m going to sleep all of tomorrow.”
“Nah, you’ll get up and study. I know you will.” He gets up and comes to sit beside me.
“So…” he says, stopping there.
“So?” I ask, turning to look up at him.
He takes the cup from my hand and sets it down on his bedside table.
He shifts closer to me and kisses me softly. I return the kiss. I’ve come to love the kisses he gives me.
He breaks the kiss to trail smaller kisses down my neck and back up. I close my eyes and tip my head so he has better access.
I feel his hand on my leg, slowly stroking his way up, paying special attention to all of my curves and edges. He seems to be obsessed with those.
“Miguel,” I open my eyes.
“If you don’t want to, we don’t have to,” he says, moving away. I look at him, and something inside me stirs—a defiant little fire. I shake my head. “It’s okay.”
“You sure?”
“I’m sure,” I say, and he kisses me again, his hand stroking its way up my leg again. It snakes under my skirt, and I spread my legs just a little. As his finger traces my vagina through the fabric of my thong, I groan softly and shift against his hand.
“You’re so hot,” he murmurs in my ear. “Come on.”
He stands, and I look up at him as he pulls his shirt off. He offers me a hand, and I stand.
He slowly pulls my blouse up and off. He massages my breasts held up by the lacy bra I love best. I groan softly and put my hands over his, encouraging him to keep going. He moves my hands and pulls my bra down so my breasts spill out. He pinches my nipples, and I gasp. He takes advantage and kisses me, sliding his tongue into my mouth.
I moan as our tongues dance, and he guides me to lie on the bed. He lies on top of me, kissing me, and massaging my breasts. I can feel his hard dick pressing against my thigh, and I find myself curious. I’ve never done this before, so I tentatively reach down and touch him through his pants. It twitches, and I feel it again, stroking it lightly through the material.
He grunts, and I take it as a good sign. He releases me and sits up. He pushes my skirt up and takes hold of my thong. He grins as he slowly inches it down and off, tossing it onto his desk. I smile, blushing when he lowers himself.
Stars burst in my vision as he sucks on my clit. I’ve played with myself before, but it’s never had this effect on me. I buck my hips slightly and turn my head, biting my lip as he circles my entrance with a finger, lubricating himself on my juices.
The smell of sex fills the air, and I arch my back slightly as he pulls off my slit and rapidly moves his tongue and head over it. I feel like a porn star with the noises he’s making while he pleasures me. Wet, slurping noises, and it’s exciting that he enjoys tasting me so much.
Suddenly there’s a finger in me, exploring my forbidden chamber like a tomb raider. Careful, gentle, but determined. I move my hips again, now with his tongue quickly flicking over my clit and his finger buried in me to the knuckle. I’m not sure how long I can take this.
When I think I’m going to climax, he pulls away, and I’m left feeling empty. I open my eyes, my jaw and hand sore from biting on my first to stop from crying out.
“What…” I’m dazed with pleasure.
He’s undoing his pants and pushing them down. I spread my legs further and swallow hard. “I’ve never….”
“It will hurt, but I’ll go slow…” he says. His dick seems enormous to me as he strokes it in that strong hand. He positions himself and smiles. “Ready?”
“Yes,” I breathe out. He slowly pushes into me, and there is pain. There’s pain, but there’s also a spark of pleasure. It’s not as painful as I thought it would be, probably because I use a rather thick vibrator, but he goes deeper, which hurts. Once he’s buried inside me, he puts a hand on either side of my head and his face inches from mine.