Romance: The Campus Player: A College Romance

by Caroline Lake

  Amanda smiled. A bear or a human, she loved Roger. He was the man of her dreams.

  Chapter 11: Can It Get Any Hotter?

  Roger got up slowly and came to sit beside Amanda, on her bed. Amanda’s heartbeat was so strong that it seemed to her Roger could also hear it. When he sat down, their legs touched, giving Amanda an instant turn-on. Her entire body seemed electrified, as she was too conscious that Roger was sitting on her bed, with their legs touching. Amanda blushed, and could feel her face burning. Well, not only her face, but her body, too. She felt his scent, longing for him to come closer, to embrace her, to hug and kiss her.

  “Amanda,” Roger said, taking her hand in his palms and rubbing it gently. “You are beautiful. In every single way.”

  Amanda looked at him, beaming. Now that she knew Roger was really special, she felt different, in a good way. She felt that she had known him for ages, had been with him for a very long time. He was becoming her soul mate, and it was the most unexplainably cozy feeling for her.

  “Roger,” she said, smiling, “I am not afraid of the bear in the forest anymore.”

  “I know,” Roger said, putting his arm around her shoulders and moving her even closer to him.

  Amanda could feel his warm breath on her forehead. She knew that the kiss wasn’t far away. Her heart was bursting out of her chest in anticipation of the sweet kiss she had been longing for during the past few days. She turned her face towards him, already dizzy and breathing deeply. The memories of the previous kisses and the excitement of the upcoming kiss got her out of control. She put her hand on Roger’s bare upper body, grabbing the hairs on his muscular chest, making him moan with pleasure. Roger reached for her lips, which were half-parted, ready for the kiss. They kissed slowly, fully enjoying and savoring every moment, every detail of the kiss, every breath taken and every heartbeat. Without stopping the kiss, Amanda put both of her hands around his neck, getting slowly onto his lap, facing him. She had her legs on both sides of Roger, giving him the perfect chance to grab her butt in her jeans shorts and caress it.

  “Ohhh,” Amanda moaned through the kiss, making Roger hotter and fiercer.

  Every time Amanda moaned like that, Roger lost his mind. Amanda seemed so fragile, burning in desire, moaning, being unable to hold back her passion, and it drove Roger crazy. He grabbed Amanda’s tiny body, hugging her tightly, as he felt his dick getting active and involved in the process. His hard dick pressed between Amanda’s thighs, making her squeak. Her legs, wide open and around Roger’s waist, she couldn’t do anything else but to feel the pressure of his big dick on her feminine parts in every detail. One of his hands on her butt, squeezing and cupping, Roger tore Amanda’s tiny blouse, grabbing her breasts as he went. The never-ending kiss was making the touches more vivid and pleasurable. Roger ended the kiss, turning towards Amanda’s breasts. He trapped one of the nipples between his index and middle fingers and started sucking on it slowly. Her scent was hypnotizing him. Her soft pink nipples, that were hardening as he played with them, were like small rose buds, tasty and erotic. Amanda shut her eyes, put her head back and moaned with closed mouth. She arched her back, letting him have full access on her pretty round breasts. Hard breathing, moaning and sucking noise were all that could be heard in the cabin.

  ***

  The more Roger licked and sucked her nipples, the more Amanda felt passionate, until she felt it couldn’t get any hotter. Her feminine parts being pressed by his dick, even though both of them were still dressed, she instinctively started rocking on him gently, feeling the dick more vividly, and moaning with pleasure. She was caressing Roger’s neck and back, sometimes pressing his head on her breasts, to let him know she was enjoying it.

  Amanda slowly rocking on his dick in rhythmic movements, it got Roger wilder and more passionate. He stopped playing with her hardened nipples, looked into her eyes full of desire, her darkened blue eyes, her parted lips, felt her heavy breathing. He knew she was longing for him to enter, she needed him there. She was begging him with her gaze, he could tell. With one swift movement Roger placed Amanda on the bed and started to unbutton her jeans shorts. He unzipped the zipper, slowly, torturing passion-driven Amanda. She had turned her face to the side and was moaning, with her eyes shut. She was definitely in the deepest desire. Roger took her shorts off, taking his off, too. Caressing her belly, reaching her belly button with his middle finger, he sent shivers up Amanda’s body, and then his fingers slowly reached the edge of her white thong.

  “Ohh, Roger,” Amanda whispered, panting. “I can’t hold back anymore… I need you… now…”

  Amanda felt dizzy. Her head was spinning from so much heavy breathing. She felt burning all over, and only Roger could extinguish her fire. She wanted him to undress her quickly and fuck her until she died but he was taking his time, torturing her in her passionate state. Amanda was squirming, rocking, her legs parted, ready for him. When her thong was off at last, she felt Roger caressing her inner thighs, making her move her hips up, begging him to turn his attention to her clit and other feminine parts. Roger lowered his head, close enough for Amanda to feel his warm breath between her legs. It drove her crazy. She tilted her hips up all the way she could, hoping to touch him in the face. When Roger licked her clit with the tip of his tongue, Amanda almost fainted of pleasure.

  Being in a wild desire and passionate state himself, Roger wanted to have Amanda in the wildest way possible and get inside her in a minute. But when he discovered Amanda in such a state, where she was moaning and begging him to enter her, he became intrigued. Roger wanted to see Amanda burning with passion and lust, longing for him to have her. That was a very erotic scene, as she tilted and moved her hips, wanting to reach him. He was discovering a new way of making love, a way which was adding to his turn-on. A very erotic and sexy way, which was very enticing to watch. Amanda burning in desire, her legs parted, her hips going up and down, as she moaned with her eyes closed. Licking and kissing between her thighs only made her wilder. Not being able to hold back anymore, Roger put his dick between her widely spread legs and pressed.

  “Oh!” Amanda squeaked, positively surprised. She felt complete, with him inside of her.

  ***

  Moving in a rhythm, together, like one person, moaning together, as if competing to see whose moans would sound more passionate, Amanda and Roger were burning in flames on Amanda’s bed. The thrusting movements were becoming harder and faster, as Roger moved deeper into Amanda. She had wrapped her legs around his back, and Roger had his face buried in Amanda’s breasts, licking, sucking and biting them gently.

  Roger grabbed Amanda from the bed, her legs still wrapped around him, and pressed her against the wall. Now Amanda didn’t have any other support, and was fully seated on Roger’s dick, as Roger continued thrusting inside of her, making Amanda jump up and down in the rhythm. Having such a precious creature in his embrace, making her his own, being able to love her in whichever way felt good, was a magical feeling. All that mattered to him was that Amanda was satisfied and happy. Her moans and whispers told him so. And soon afterwards there came her tiny shrieks of orgasm, as she reached the peak and released, shaking like a crazy, her arms tightly around his neck, her breasts pressing against his body, panting, making him come in unison with her.

  Chapter 12: Fresh and Easy

  Sitting in Maggie’s living room, Amanda was waiting for Maggie to return from the bathroom, checking the clock every now and then, as their friends were also coming there. Amanda had called everyone for a meeting.

  “Mandy,” Maggie called, as she was washing her hands, “I can’t wait to hear what you’ve got to tell us! I am impatient!”

  Amanda chuckled. She hadn’t told Maggie anything yet, waiting for all of their friends to come and hear everything together.

  At last the doorbell rang.

  “It’s them!” Maggie called, running to open the door. Stacey, Luisa, Andy and George came in, bringing candies and some wine.

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��Wow! Look at that!” Maggie exclaimed, taking the wine and the candies. “What’s that for?”

  “Well, we thought there would be something to celebrate,” Stacey said, smiling meaningfully, and Luisa nodded.

  “Well, there is something to celebrate!” Amanda said, getting up from the sofa and going to hug her friends one by one.

  “Guys, I am really impatient now,” Maggie said. “Amanda, please, don’t torture us.”

  “Okay, let’s sit down, and I will tell you many interesting things,” Amanda said, chuckling, as she sat down again. “So, where do I start? I guess I will start from the end. The hotel is ready!”

  “What?”

  “Oh, my!”

  “I can’t believe it!”

  “Yes, and you’ve got to believe it!” Amanda said.

  “It’s wonderful, Amanda! Congratulations!” Luisa said.

  “There is one more thing that I must tell you, guys,” Amanda said.

  “Does it have anything to do with a Prince Charming?” Maggie asked.

  “Yes,” Amanda said, blushing.

  “Let me guess!” Stacey said. “The worker from the construction site has made you a proposal!”

  Amanda frowned slightly, shaking her head. “In fact, I have fired that worker already. He was fired a few days ago.”

  “Really? Why?” George asked.

  “Because he was flirting with me, that’s why,” Amanda said. “I didn’t like his manners. So he lost his job. Not that there was much work left to do, anyways. But I wanted him to know that he was fired.”

  “Oh, it’s so complicated,” Luisa said.

  “It’s not, Luisa,” Andy said. “It’s just an ordinary situation. A man flirting with a woman. The woman not liking it. Except that in this case the woman was the man’s boss,” he added, taking one of the cookies that Maggie just brought into the room.

  “Okay, let’s forget the worker, guys,” Stacey said, looking impatient. “Mandy, tell us about your prince!”

  Amanda took a deep breath and said: “I have found the man of my dreams. I am in love with him, and our feelings are mutual.”

  “Who’s he?” George asked.

  “His name is Roger. I met him in the forest,” Amanda said, her eyes beaming with the memories of their first encounter. “He’s special.”

  “I’m so glad for you, Mandy,” Stacey said. “You really deserve to be happy.”

  “Thanks, Stacey,” Amanda said. “Probably now you’re wondering about the tourists who will come to my hotel and run away, scared from the bear howling at night, right?” she looked at her friends, but they were silent. “Well, I wanted to say, that problem is solved.”

  “How?” Stacey asked.

  “There is something very extraordinary about Roger, the man whom I love,” Amanda said, taking a deep breath. “He was the bear howling at nights. He’s a shifter.”

  Luisa gasped. Maggie dropped the tray of new cookies. Stacey raised her eyebrows in surprise. Andy and George exclaimed together: “What the…”

  “I knew it would take you by surprise,” Amanda said, giggling. “I myself fainted when I learned that news.”

  Seeing that her friends were still in deep shock, Amanda continued: “I’m going to live in my hotel with Roger, so he will be with me, and near the forest, too, in case he will need to shift,” she added giggling. “And you will like him, too – he’s nice and kind. I will introduce him to you. And yes, one more thing – all of you can come to visit us in the hotel whenever you want to, as there’s nothing to be afraid of anymore. And now let’s drink the wine!” she added, raising her glass for a toast.

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  Fly with Me

  Courtney Clein

  Fly with Me

  Copyright 2016 by Courtney Clein

  First electronic publication: December 2016

  All rights are reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal.

  NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to person, living or dead, actual events, locale or organizations is entirely coincidental.

  Warning: Due to mature subject matter, such as explicit sexual situations and coarse language, this story is not suitable for anyone under the age of 18. All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older, and all acts of a sexual nature are consensual.

  Fly with Me

  Chapter One

  The leaves rustled as the nighttime breeze moved swiftly through them, from time to time emitting a low sound akin to a howl. But there were no animals that howl in this area of the forest. There were only creatures not known to man. They were creatures thought up only in legend, those of lore that elicited awe and horror simultaneously. It was deep in this forest that lived Guinevere, a young dragon who had recently been struck with devastating news. She held back her emotion but only looked sadly on her Elder, who was lying curled up on the floor of a large cave in which they dwelled.

  Her Elder had been with her since the time of her birth. When she had no parents to care for her, to teach her all the valuable lessons of living life as a dragon in the deep and unknown forest, the Elder had always been there. Now, however, Guinevere was faced with losing the only nurturing dragon she had ever known. Her Elder was deathly ill and it was unsure what could save the Elder’s life. Guinevere feared the unknown. She feared not finding a cure or being unable to conjure it up on her own. It was always under her Elder’s guidance that she had lived but now she was being tasked with saving that very dragon’s life. It was her turn to repay the favor.

  Guinevere looked up at the night sky, dotted with stars upon stars. She wished to take off and soar freely but she could not leave, not now. She gazed sadly at the midnight blue canopy as memories of her earliest flights with her Elder flooded her mind. She could not help but wonder how it was possible that the strongest dragon she had ever known was now so weakened. A grunt of pain made her look back; the Elder had shifted while sleeping and even that small movement made the now fragile body suffer. Guinevere spread her wings. Would it really be so terrible to go on one short midnight flight? Those always helped her clear her mind.

  “Something must be done,” she heard a weak voice speak from behind her.

  Guinevere turned to see her Elder’s small, glass-like eyes peering up at her from beneath a heavily hooded lid. She immediately rushed over and rested beside the long body that had always been her safety net. Even know, the only thing in the world that brought her comfort was the infirm dragon resting on the cold floor of the cave.

  “Anything,” Guinevere responded, “I will do anything to help you.”

  The Elder struggled to pull up the weight of the body that had recently become a traitor to its owner, or rather its inhabitant. Guinevere watched with sadness, the feeling of hopelessness growing ever stronger. She wracked her brain over and over, day in and day out, hoping a way to help would suddenly appear written in the clouds. All of it had resulted in nothing.

  “It is time,” the Elder said.

  Guinevere was unsure if it was just a prolonged pause in the Elder’s words or if she was being told it was time to say goodbye. Unable to stand the thought of the latter possibility, Guinevere straightened up and cried out, “No! Please do not say that! There must be something I can do for you! Elder, please give me the opportunity. Please give me the answer I seek. I will do anything for you!”

  “I am,” the Elder respo
nded calmly and feebly. “I am giving you the answer.”

  “Letting go is not the answer!” Guinevere cried in a panic.

  She found herself wishing she had taken off for a flight through the night. If she were not here now maybe this conversation would not have taken place at all. At the very least, it would have been postponed. It was too soon. It was far too soon to give up.

  “I am not,” the Elder said between heavy breaths, “letting go.”

  Guinevere stopped for a moment and looked down into those glassy eyes she had not seen on any other dragon. She wanted to ask what the Elder actually meant to say but knew that any urging at this time would not only be pointless, it would be insensitive.

  “It is time to call on Althaeda.”

  Guinevere remained quiet. She knew who Althaeda was but only by name. She was the regional healer dragon. She was one reputed to be so great clans of dragons sought her out far and wide. Althaeda was not a dragon healer called upon unless the situation was dire. Guinevere knew her Elder’s situation definitely fell under such a description but to hear it said aloud with such certainty made her heart tremble with worry.

  “I shall call upon her, as you wish.”

  Guinevere bowed out of the cave and spread her wings. She would be taking off into the night after all but it was not to feel a moment of liberation or clarity.

  Chapter Two

  It was nearly dawn when Guinevere reached the area where Althaeda was rumored to reside when not out attending to an ailing dragon. She arrived at the foot of the large nest constructed by Mother Nature and stared up at the slowly lightening sky. It was of good manner to wait until the sun rose and announce her arrival but she feared her Elder could not afford to wait. So Guinevere took the courage to enter only one step and call out.