by Sophie Pert
For the first time ever I was enjoying being the center of attention, was happy to be catching people's eyes.
A big smile broke out across my face and the rest of my journey was great.
The cafeteria was on the ground floor of the same building my dorm was in. I stepped through the doors of the caf and marveled for a minute at how well replicated all of this was. I mean I knew on some level that this was just my memory making all of this possible, but it felt so real.
I walked over to the line, grabbing a tray and a drink and a sandwich and heading towards the cash. Smiling at the lady standing behind the till she read out my total and I reached for the money in my pocket to pay when I heard a voice from behind me say, “Well now, a woman as beautiful as you shouldn’t have to pay for anything.”
I felt a chill and froze as if there were ice in my veins.
That voice was familiar, oh so familiar. I would recognize it anywhere.
I turned to look, to confirm my suspicions even though it was completely unnecessary.
Sure enough there he was, my roommate, leaning in and smiling at me like the jackal he was.
I knew all this was too good to be true, knew that there had to be something that would bring me back down to earth. That would turn this dream into a nightmare.
Still frozen in place he continued on with his play, saying, “Please, let me cover that for you.”
I watched as he handed over cash, only unfreezing when he brushed against my arm. Blinking quickly I mumbled a quick thank you and turned to leave.
Walking with numb legs towards an empty table he caught up with me just as I was sitting down.
“Please,” he said, that stupid smile still plastered on his face, “Let me sit with you.”
I hesitated, too tongue tied to form a response.
“Come on,” he crooned, “I mean I don’t want to call in a favor or anything but I did just pay for your meal.”
I knew this guy, I’d seen him work and I knew that sometimes you just have to give him an inch or he’d take a whole mile. If I wanted to eat in peace I’d have to acquiesce. So I mumbled an affirmative response and sat down to eat my meal.
He sat across from me, watching me eat. Only then did I notice he didn’t have anything himself, this creep just bought my meal just to talk to me. What a weirdo.
“So what’s your name?” he asked, trying to chat me up.
My response just popped out automatically, “Mandy.”
It felt right somehow, like the incident with the clothes from earlier. Like muscle memory.
“Well Mandy it’s nice to meet you,” he responded and I half expected him to hold out his hand for me to shake, “I’m Steve. I haven’t seen you around, did you just start here?”
Figuring my best chance was to keep things to one word sentences I only responded with, “Nope.”
“Oh,” he leaned in a bit, “I just figured I wouldn’t miss someone as pretty as you around campus.”
Then he gave a little laugh and reached across the table to touch my hand.
My instinct, when I saw him reaching across the table, was to yank my hand away. But before I could react there he had placed his hand atop mine and something happened. I felt something, some sort of a weird jolt. In a flash my mind jumped back to the fantasy, to the feeling of a hard masculine body weighing down on me. I didn’t pull away.
Instead I let myself get taken away, let my mind drift back to that fantasy. Right there in the middle of the cafeteria I remembered what it was like to touch myself, to feel myself be touched. To feel a man between my legs, to feel him atop me. This time the man had a face, and it was an awfully familiar one.
I came back to earth, the sensation of his fingers idly stroking the back of my hand bringing me back.
“So Mandy,” he asked, “What are you studying?”
“Pre-Med,” I said, still opting for the single word responses but struggling to keep the tremor out of my voice.
“No kidding,” he smiled, “This is serendipity. I’m here for kinesiology and you know I’ve just been having some real trouble with my school work. Do you think maybe you could tutor me sometime?”
“Sure,” I said shrugging, after all what was the harm, “What class are you having trouble with?”
With the smile of a jackal he replied with, “Anatomy.”
The play was so obvious I couldn’t help but giggle softly, though immediately afterwards I realized exactly what that must have looked like so I tried to quickly cover up and replied with, “Sure I’ll help you out sometime-”
I felt my voice catch in my throat as I saw someone making their way across the room. They threaded through tables, their eyes locked onto the two of us.
The man across the room, I would have been able to recognize him anywhere.
He was me, and in an instant I remembered everything.
Earlier today, before the sleep study, I walked through this very cafeteria and saw this very exchange. Of course. It all made sense now. Like the last piece of the puzzle slotting into place. I knew who this woman was. I knew because I’d seen her earlier today. She was my dream girl, because she was my dream girl. My fantasy.
My mind must have taken her in and then just filled in the pieces. It all made so much sense.
I stared across the room and watched my old body leave just as he had earlier today. Then I shook my head slightly and registered a question posed from across the table.
Turning back to Steve I realized he had just asked me something and was sitting, waiting expectantly for the response. My mind still fuzzy from the realization of having just seen myself I responded, “Yeah, sure that sounds good,” without really thinking about it.
“Great!” he said with enthusiasm, then gripped my hand and pulled me to my feet, leading me out of the cafeteria.
I only had to wonder for a minute where we were heading. He pulled me up the stairs and to the first floor and then I knew exactly where we were going. We were heading straight to our dorm room.
So this is how he gets women back here. This is his big play. This experience was enlightening to say the least, and perhaps more importantly it gave me a fantastic idea.
Steve was possibly the worst person I’d ever met, and he had made my life hell for weeks. So right about now seemed like the perfect time to get him back.
I’d play along with his little game, let him get all worked up and then humiliate him. I’ll convince him to get naked for me, pretty girl like me there is no way he would say no. Then it’s just a simple matter of figuring out how to force him out of the room into the hall and lock the door behind him. Our door even had a little mechanical defect that I knew about that he was not aware of. Once locked from the inside I could make sure the only way he’d be getting back in is climbing in through the window.
It was the perfect plan.
I would laugh, everyone would laugh. The ultimate humiliation, even if it was in my dream.
If Steve wants to turn my dream into a nightmare, then I’ll flip it right back on him.
He pulled me into the room, shutting the door behind us.
“So this is my room,” he said, then gestured to everything on my side of the room, “Ignore all the nerdy stuff on that side. That’s my roommate's stuff.”
Figuring I could play with him a bit I meandered over to my side of the room. I mean I did have some nerdy stuff, but it wasn’t all nerdy.
“I don’t know,” I said, glancing at my posters and some of the models I had placed around the room, “It looks like he has some pretty cool stuff. I mean check some of this out.”
I was just about to go into a long discussion about the quality of craftsmanship on some of the models I had made when I heard Steve clear his throat behind me.
I turned to look, and realized this was going to be so much easier than I had ever thought.
Steve was already naked, apparently taking the opportunity when my back was turned to speedily undress. I almost wanted to
laugh, I almost did, but something caught in my throat.
Instead I stared.
Steve was an athlete, here at the college on scholarship, and it showed. He had a firm, masculine body. Toned and strong. His legs were powerful, his thighs corded with thigh muscle that rippled when he moved. His abs were rigid and defined, each individual one standing out on his body. His chest was wide and flat, his pecs bulging with muscle. His shoulders were broad, leading down to bulging biceps and firm forearms. His body was statuesque, the body of a man who spent most of his days exercising and playing sports.
He had a stature to him, in the way that he stood, that said that he knew how to work his body to his advantage. That he knew how to take a woman up in his steady arms and please her. Please her with that monster dangling between his legs.
Because my god. His cock was gorgeous.
I hadn’t seen many cocks in my time, at least not in real life. Comparing his cock to mine, well that just wasn’t fair. Mine was functional, his was something beyond.
It was long, so long I didn’t know how it could ever fit inside of a woman. It was thick, so thick I figured trying to take it in my mouth or between my legs would split me open. It was smooth, the skin absolutely flawless. It was jutting forth from his hips and twitching slightly in the air. It was calling to me.
I knew then and there that I was lost, that I had been snared by whatever trap Steve had laid for me. I knew that I was going to give myself to him, that I was going to feel that thick cock pounding into me.
I felt my heartbeat quicken and my breath catch in my chest.
He crossed the room towards me.
I felt him wrap me up in his arms, felt his body hold me still as my head tilted back and our lips connected. He crushed himself against me, his lips parting and his tongue pressing insistently into my mouth. My knees felt weak and I melted in his arms. He held me still and safe, kept me up as my body reacted to him, pressing itself against him as his hands started to move.
His fingers played at the buttons and zipper of my jeans, undoing my pants and tugging them down my legs. His fingers returned again, pulling my panties down over my hips and letting them fall to the floor.
Our lips only broke apart as I let him strip my shirt and bra from me, let him strip the last piece of clothing from me so that our naked bodies could press against each other.
I felt his firm chest press into my soft breasts and gasped into his mouth as his lips connected with mine once again.
His hard cock was pressed between us, pulsing slightly with the beating of his heart. I could tell because i could almost hear his heart beating in his muscular chest. I could certainly hear my own pounding behind my ears.
Our kiss broke once more and he slowly fell to his knees before me. Kneeling on the ground his head, his mouth, was at the perfect height. He looked up at me as his hands wrapped around behind me and grabbed my ass. His hands were so big they easily palmed each cheek and pulled my hips forward to meet his mouth and tongue.
I felt the firm wetness of his tongue part the folds of my sex with insistent pressure. He pushed it between my lips and drew it out, fucking me with it while my hands grasped his head and tried to force more of his tongue inside of me.
He felt me pulling on him and drew away, removing his tongue from me and drawing out an insistent whine as I desperately tried to force him back. Instead he tilted his head slightly, parted his lips, and sucked the top of my mound into his mouth.
I felt the pressure around my clit and moaned loudly in response.
Then his tongue started working, pushing between his lips it flicked the nub of my clit time and again. My eyes clenched closed and I gasped, struggling to make any sort of noise whatsoever as he fixedly worked between my legs.
He increased the pace of his tongue, alternating between up and down and side to side strokes. As he continued his rhythm his mouth started to alternate as well, sucking and releasing my mound again and again.
His hands clenched my ass, gripping hard as he pulled me onto his mouth. My hands flew to my breasts, one gripping the flesh there while the other pinched my nipple slightly. I felt my eyes shoot open as I hunched over him, the sensation almost overwhelming me.
One of his hands released my ass cheek and slipped around my thigh and up between my legs. His finger plunged into my dripping sex and began to drill in and out of me, crooking at the top as he angled it towards him with a come hither motion. He hit something inside of me, just inside of me, that seemed to connect with my clit.
It arched between the two of them and then spread like wildfire through my body and I exploded.
Completely unlike the last time I gripped his head and pushed it into me as I screamed loudly and lost all ability to stand. I slouched on him as it tore through me again and again, leaving me a quivering mess in its wake. I felt my feet start to slip and pulled away from him, pulling back and away and stumbling across the room until I came to a crash against the wall behind me.
He still knelt in the middle of the room, watching me with a grin as I splayed my hands behind me and tried to find some way to stand. He seemed to find it first, coming to his feet and crossing the room towards me.
I watched him approach, the imposing wall of muscle coming up quickly upon me. My eyes locked between his legs, to the thick slab of meat bouncing there.
Just before he reached me, just before he could touch me, I slid to the floor. I knelt before him and before he could say or do anything I took his gorgeous cock in my mouth.
My hands flew up to his hips, pressing against them to hold him still as I bounced my mouth on his cock. I felt him slide in and out of me as I stretched wide to accommodate him. My mouth was a wide O around him, as the bumpy veins on the side of his stiff member slid past my lips.
I tasted the salty sweat of him, smelt the musk of his scent as I took a deep breath through my nose. It made me dizzy, the manly pheromones making my throat rattle. I played a staccato rhythm across the bottom of his cock with my tongue while my right hand gripped the base of his thick member and lightly massaged it.
He grunted and his hands played idly with my hair while my left hand darted between my legs to plunge its index finger in and out of my sex. I looked up at him, tilting my head slightly so I could see him staring down at me through eyes that were heavy with arousal.
My roommate, looking down at me.
That asshole, with his cock in my mouth.
I stopped dead still, the realization washing over me all at once.
What the hell was I doing? I was a man. He was an asshole. Why was I blowing him?
My eyes went wide as I realized it, but Steve never noticed. Frustrated with my lack of movement he pulled his cock out of my mouth and grabbed me. He yanked me up into the air and spun me around, pressing me against the wall.
I placed my forehead against the wall, putting my hands flat on either side to push away, when I felt him behind me.
I sensed his massive and muscular form, and I trembled at the thought of him behind me. Then I felt his thick cock between my legs and I lost all control over myself. This body needed him. I needed him.
I knew what came next.
I wanted it so bad.
His hands gripped my hips and held me still as he lined himself up and pushed into me. The first thrust took me nearly off my feet, making me stand on tip toe as I felt the head of his cock pop inside me.
Stars went off behind my eyes, exploding as I gasped at the sensation of being so filled up.
He pulled out slightly and pressed again, burying even more of him inside of me. Still on tip toe I felt my legs tremble though whether it was from the effort or from the need to have him buried inside of me I didn’t know.
He withdrew again and thrust, the third time burying himself to the hilt inside of me. My hands scrabbled at the wall, fingers desperately searching for something to grip as I felt him split me wide open.
This was so unlike anything I had ever felt before, so
unlike anything I had ever experienced. To be so filled up that I felt like I was going to burst. To be in such desperate pain and yet at the same time trembling with the need to feel so much more.
I concentrated on a tiny part of it. The feel of my breasts against the cold wall. It helped me to center myself as he began to move.
With grunts punctuating each thrust he pressed into me again and again. His fingers gripped my hips with white knuckle intensity as he began to slowly pick up speed. He pulled my hips away from the wall, dragging my feet along the ground and bending me slightly at the waist.
I felt my breasts drag along the cold wall, and closed my eyes to try to gain a sense of center once more.
With this new angle he had more room to thrust, more ability to thrust. He took advantage of this, speeding up his pace as he did. With each push inside of me I banged against the wall. I felt him fill me up and spread me again and again with his thick cock. I was speared on it, helpless to do anything but let him take me. Too aroused to do anything but let him take me.
His speed increased and the grip on my hips let up. I felt a smack as he slapped one cheek without breaking his stride.
“Fuck,” was the sole word he managed to get out between gruff grunts.
My body, finally accustomed to taking him deep inside of me, managed to respond with more than just passivity. It started to buck back against him, moving my hips in time to him. One hand darted between my legs, thumbing my clit and making my breathing go ragged.
His response to my newfound enthusiasm was to slap and shift his rhythm, going from fast to slow and hard. Each new thrust came with so much power that it rocked me on the balls of my feet and made it difficult for me to stand.
I pulled away from him, his thick cock popping out of me. Turning I saw a flash of anger in his eyes but that dissipated when I walked into his arms and kissed him hard on the lips. I pushed him backwards, over towards the nearest bed.
My old bed.
We fell into it, my slender form falling atop his hard body. Our hands were everywhere, gripping at each other as we desperately sought to find something to hold onto. I felt my fingers playing across his hard shoulders, firm pecs, pressing on them. I felt his hands find my pert ass, taut sides, perky breasts.