Filthy Dirty Normal, Volume 2

by Lexi Maxxwell

  But he didn’t even look over. He just waved a hand dismissively at her and said, “Not now, Nicole. This is … this has me all pissed off.”

  Nicole felt her lust turn to anger — and more, it was a peculiar kind of anger because there was still a lot of lust in it. She’d been working on Thad for almost a month, and she’d never had to work that hard to get some satisfaction. And what was worse, there were several other hot guys on this floor that she was just as interested in, yet she’d passed them up for Thad. Thad had seemed particularly compelling because he was dark and brooding, and she’d heard that he was a writer.

  But the amount of time she’d had to work on cajoling him and bringing him along was almost to a point — now that he was backing off their make-out session — where she’d thought she might have to cut her losses. She wasn’t looking for a soulmate. She was horny, and she was a college sophomore, and a very large and insistent part of her just wanted a guy to fuck. It’d be a bonus if he was fun to hang out with, but really that would just be icing on the cake. Sex was the cake, and right now she just wanted a big, thick slice of it.

  There was even a guy right next door who she was hot for, who she’d passed on while working Thad. She looked past Thad, at the wall behind his bed and realized that that guy — his name was Brandon, and he played lacrosse and had a tattoo — was probably right behind that wall, right now. If she’d chosen differently, she could be getting the pounding she needed just ten feet from where she was currently sitting.

  “Dammit, Thad,” said Nicole.

  “What?”

  She grabbed her breasts through her shirt and shook them at him. “I don’t mean to be arrogant or anything, but I’m a hot, nineteen-year-old girl and I’m looking to get off, and I could pretty much pick anyone on this floor to help me out with that. Weeks of flirting, and finally we’re making out, and your fucking phone rings and you just have to take it even though I’ve got my shirt halfway off and I’m sucking on your neck, and then it’s some girl from home and now you want to stop because you think she acted inappropriately? What the fuck is that about?”

  He shook his head dismissively.

  “Come on over here,” she said, her anger doing nothing to dampen the insistent feeling between her legs. “Get your cock out. I’ll suck you off right now, and make you forget all about your little girlfriend.” She crawled forward and put a hand on the crotch of his jeans.

  Where is this coming from? she thought.

  Their flirtation had been subtle and slow. She’d never said anything so blunt — to Thad, or really to any guy, ever. It was a going-for-broke move, and it was either going to make him mad with lust or just make him mad. But she couldn’t help it. She hadn’t had sex for nearly three months, and she wasn’t used to so much lead-up. She’d never wanted for partners. She didn’t like to put in so much time, and if she broke it off with Thad, she’d have to start all over. That meant that it could be weeks before she could put out this fire. She couldn’t wait. She needed something hard sliding between her thighs soon or she was going to lose it.

  And then that random thought — something hard sliding between her thighs — caused her lust to ratchet up another notch, so she pawed harder at the front of his jeans, desperate.

  “Jesus, Nicole,” he said, turning away.

  She looked at his face and realized something disturbing: he was embarrassed for her. He thought she was making a fool of herself. It was the same condescending manner he’d thrust on his friend Kaylee. Who the hell did he think he was — some sort of sexual dignity police?

  There was a heavy, dense pillow next to her left hand. She picked it up and threw it at him — hard, not at all playfully. It hit him full in the face and knocked the holier-than-thou expression right off of it.

  “Fuck you, Thad!” she said. “You want to pine for your buddy back home? Fine. I can have any straight guy in this building. And right now, I’m going to.”

  He sighed. “No, look, settle down….”

  “I’m going to find one of them, maybe your neighbor over here; he’s super hot—” she pointed at the wall behind the bed “—and I’m going to just fuck him, no preamble, like the slut you seem to think I am, that we all apparently are. I’ll pretend we just met in a bar and are acting ill-advisedly, in ways our judgmental friends wouldn’t approve of. And we’ll do it without a condom!”

  She stood up so hard and so fast she almost fell, but then recovered and slipped her shoes back on. She hadn’t brought anything into Thad’s room with her. It made for a good storming-out scenario.

  “Nicole, come back,” he said.

  “In like six different positions! In church! Up the ass!”

  “Nicole! Your shirt is open!”

  But she was already to the door, and she’d clearly won the confrontation. She wasn’t about to stop to button up. If there was someone walking in the hall or waiting for the elevator, so be it. She had good boobs and was wearing a pretty bra. Let them ogle.

  Her hand found the doorknob. She yanked it open and was almost through it when Thad, sprinting, reached her and took her by the wrist.

  “Look,” he said. “I really like you. This is stupid, fighting over this.”

  “Yes,” she said. “It is. You fucking idiot.” She slapped at his hand and pulled away, then stepped out into the hall. She managed to pull the door closed behind her, but a second later, Thad was opening it. She didn’t want to hear him explain himself, and she sure as hell didn’t want to do it in the hallway with her tits out. She was extremely angry and extremely horny, and the two were co-mingling into the strangest, most thrillingly empowering stew within her.

  Before she had time to think, she stepped over to Brandon’s door, which was open an inch and wedged with a door stopper to keep it from latching. It was the sort of thing they all did in the dorms when someone needed to run to the laundry room or vending machines and didn’t want to bother to grab their key.

  She yanked the door open, stepped inside, kicked the door stopper into the hallway, and put her shoulder to the door until it closed against the resistance of the pneumatic hinge. The latch went home with a click.

  “Nicole,” said Thad’s voice, now muffled by the door.

  “Fuck off, Thad,” said Nicole. “You had your chance.”

  There were a few seconds of pause, and then she heard slow footsteps and the latch of a door. He was gone, and she was left alone with her anger in another guy’s room. She could feel he chest rising and falling, rising and falling. Was she angry or horny?

  Both.

  Brandon was sitting at his desk, behind a laptop computer. He’d been there since the minute she’d walked in, and he hadn’t moved. The dorm room was a box, and she could see it all from where she was standing. Brandon’s roommate was out somewhere — possibly to get laundry or something from the vending machines, judging by the stopper that had been in the door.

  “Hel … lo?” he said.

  They knew each other, of course. There were only a few dozen students on the floor, and all had at least nodding acquaintance. She’d been lusting after Brandon for as long as she’d been lusting after Thad, and unless he was gay, she thought he’d been lusting after her. She’d seen the way Brandon had started giving Thad the eye when Nicole began hanging out with him.

  Nicole and Brandon knew each other’s names. They knew which room each other lived in. They’d exchanged mutually flirtatious glances. But that was about it.

  She was so angry. And so horny.

  Nicole realized that her shirt was still open, and that Brandon, try as he might, didn’t seem to be able to keep his eyes off of the bright white bra against the swell of her tan skin. Her exasperated, ready state had made everything swell, too. She could feel her breasts lipping over the top edges of her bra. The strap was too tight, cutting into her back.

  So she pulled off the outer shirt, then reached behind her and unclasped the bra. Her breasts tumbled out, feeling much better in the open air. H
er nipples were hard, and when they struck the cool air of the room, she felt a pulse begin to throb between her legs.

  Nicole unbuttoned her jeans. She slid her jeans and panties to the floor. Then she stepped out of her shoes and her socks, and stood at the front of the room without a stitch of clothing on.

  It felt strange, but she was in the grip of something, and Brandon hadn’t objected. His mouth was starting to hang open. He looked like he’d been slapped.

  The area between her legs responded to her boldness and nudity with a pleasant swelling. It felt like there was something already inside of her. She couldn’t help a small, spastic clench and wished there was more inside.

  Well, there was only one way to fix that.

  Without a word, she walked over to Brandon, who was still sitting in a rolling chair next to his computer. He’d swiveled out, away from the desk, so Nicole kneeled on the floor in front of him. She reached up and unbuttoned his cargo pants, slid her slender fingers under the waistband and under a pair of boxers he seemed to be wearing, and began to pull everything down. There was a moment of indecision, and then Brandon’s hips straightened and his ass came off the chair to give her access. She pulled the pants and boxers the rest of the way down and pooled them at his ankles. A flaccid penis lay on his lap. She glanced briefly at his face and saw that he still looked shocked.

  She put his cock in her mouth and immediately felt it start to stiffen. She worked her hand along the length and ran her tongue around the rim, and within seconds, the thing was hard and long and proud.

  Having been validated, she finally trusted herself to speak. She looked up, his cock in front of her mouth. She gave the underside a lick and said, “Hi, Brandon. I’m Nicole.”

  “Holy shit,” he said.

  “I just had a little fight with your neighbor. If it’s okay with you, I’d like to get back at him by putting this inside of me and riding it until you cum.”

  Brandon swallowed and made a small noise.

  “Or, actually, it might piss him off more if you came in my mouth. Would that be okay? Would you like to cum in my mouth?”

  Brandon nodded slowly.

  “Are you okay?”

  He nodded again.

  “I’m going to need some kind of verbal confirmation,” she said, her hand stealing down between her legs and beginning to slide into her moist folds of warm skin.

  “Say, ‘I want to cum in your mouth,’ if you want me to keep going,” she said.

  “I want to cum in your mouth.”

  “Good,” she said. “But first, can you help me with something?”

  She stood up and tilted the top of her pelvis back to expose her pussy, which she used her right hand to stroke and then spread slightly. She was so, so wet.

  “I need you to make me cum. I’m usually not so forward but….” She leaned forward, her breasts hanging in front of his face, and whispered in his ear. “It hurts, Brandon.” She ran a finger over her clit, then back and forth in long, wet strokes along the reddening folds as if to make a point. “It hurts, like it sounds like blue balls must hurt for a guy. I don’t think it’ll take much to make me cum, but I need it.” She lowered her whisper even further and, now very close to his ear, said, “Will you make me cum, Brandon?”

  With her mouth on his ear, on his neck, Nicole closed her eyes as a she felt a new presence between her legs.

  His hand was clumsy, but she wasn’t kidding about the intense, ready-to-boil pressure she was feeling. His touch was already making her tingle. Something about the fight with Thad had put her right at the edge, and any touch felt warm and pleasing. She felt her hips moving to rub against him.

  “Now your mouth, Brandon,” she said. “I want your mouth on me.” And without waiting for agreement, she pulled her hand out from between her legs and put both hands on his shoulders, pushing him down, into a deeper slouch in the chair. Then she moved forward, putting her crotch in front of his face.

  He waited, as if he were unsure what to do. The pressure from below was unbearable, and the feeling of his breath on her sex was making it worse. It was all she could do not to dive in with both hands and begin rubbing herself frantically, or to straddle the arm of his chair … or to put anything — anything at all — up inside to fill that need.

  She could feel her heartbeat. It was as if each tick caused her to open and close, open and close.

  And then, while she watched a spot on the wall and waited, everything between her legs became warmer as his mouth closed over her. The roughness of a tongue began to run the entire length of her, from her ass up to her clit. She could feel every bump and protrusion on it, like the most delightful sandpaper.

  She closed her eyes. Her mouth opened in a sigh. It was like relaxing except that everything was only getting tighter and warmer. It felt like there were a fireball in her gut, and all she wanted to do was to wrap her legs around it and squeeze until it consumed her in a massive explosion.

  “Yesss,” she sighed.

  The tongue moved over her clit, and she gave a small shiver. It made another pass, then another, and then she felt his tongue grow hard, like a miniature cock, and begin to slide inside of her. She felt the sensations gather in her clit and wanted to rub it, but she forced herself to wait, to see what came next.

  She began to rock her pelvis back and forth. She could feel the way she was sliding frictionlessly over his lips, his tongue, his nose. She had to be absolutely drowning him in her wetness.

  She angled away from the back of the chair so that she could watch as he licked her, curling her back and staring down between her sensitive breasts. She took one hand off the chair and used it to rub at her nipples. As she played with them, she felt a responding pressure inside of her. It was as if there was a connection between her clit and her nipples; her nipples tingled with each stroke of his tongue and vice-versa.

  She could see it now, the tongue running over her clit, then back and forth along the entire length of her wet folds.

  “Put a finger inside,” she purred.

  Brandon complied, and a new shiver ran through her. This shiver seemed to run down her legs, which buckled. The motion pushed the finger deeper inside. It hit something sensitive, and she gasped. It was time to end this.

  “Faster.”

  Brandon moved the finger in and out.

  “Faster with your tongue. And higher.”

  He moved up to her clit and rolled it under the stiff tip of his tongue. Then the hardness left the tongue and it became soft, and he began making long, lapping motions that made her head light up with fireworks. It was uncomfortable. It was the most delightful, wonderful kind of uncomfortable.

  Nicole contracted from her ankles, to her calves, to her thighs, to her abdomen. Her tunnel clenched his working finger, her spine curling around him in a ball. She felt her breasts swing against the top of his head and she squeezed everything, as everything squeezed involuntarily. She wanted to yell out but couldn’t … and then she remembered how this had all started and remembered where Thad’s bed was just on the other side of this wall, and she let herself shout.

  “Oh, yes, lick it!” she yelled at the wall, at Brandon, at the world. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming!”

  She actually thought she’d already come and gone, but vocalizing her orgasm and thinking of Thad hearing it surprised a new wave out of her. The second orgasm hit her without warning and she gripped harder, her semi-theatrical moan becoming a genuine shriek.

  She held it. Rode the wave. Held it. Waited.

  Finally it crested, and her limp body slid down Brandon’s body until she found herself sitting on his flat stomach, an insistent and warm presence laying against the crack of her ass. She looked at his face, which looked both amazed and lustful, and saw the trail of wetness she’d left on him. It ran down his chin and onto his T-shirt, ending in a pool beneath where her trimmed crotch sat on him, visibly trembling and twitching.

  For a moment, she saw herself through his eyes. Totall
y nude and smooth and tan and toned, sitting on his chest, her breasts heaving in his face. And she wished she could take a picture, to show Thad what he was missing.

  Now Brandon was the one who seemed uncomfortable. Her orgasms seemed to have turned him on, and she could feel his hips rolling beneath her. She could feel his cock rubbing between the cheeks of her ass.

  “Oh Jesus,” he said.

  “You can say that again,” she said.

  “You make me so hot.”

  But even after the one-two orgasms, she could already feel her pleasure rising again. She reached behind herself and pressed his cock against her ass with her palm. She began rocking and stroking, feeling it deposit drops of precum on her.

  She put her lips to his ear and said, “I want this inside of me.” She pushed the cock harder against her ass and rocked her hips faster. She developed a rhythm, fucking him without fucking him. And with each stroke, her pussy rocked against his abs with delightful pressure. “I want it all the way up inside of me, and I want to ride it and ride it until it makes me come again and again, and then I want to pull it out and put it into my mouth and….”

  His eyes closed and his lips pinched shut. “Oh God.”

  And then Nicole felt warm streams of liquid landing all over her back as his cock clenched in her hand. Everything became slick and sticky. She continued to rock and stroke, somewhat disappointed but wanting to guide him down….

  And eventually the spurting and the twitching ended and she stopped stroking, feeling the cum on her back and on her hand. She looked into Brandon’s eyes, which seemed almost apologetic.

  The throbbing between her legs, against his abs, was back. So, blue balls it would be for her, after all.

  She ran her hands over his chest, onto his abs. She pulled his shirt up, her wetness now against his abs. And dammit if he didn’t have a six pack. The ridges of muscle felt good under her. She wondered if it was possible to rub oneself off against a guy’s abs.