Chapter Ten
I ran my hands under his shirt and felt the length of his chest. He read my mind and took his shirt off, even in the dark his body was impressive. His arms built and strong, his muscles rippling in the light. I leaned down to kiss him, kiss his chest, his neck, his body was mine to explore. I felt him reaching back and unclasping my bra. I didn’t flinch. My breasts were released and my rosy pink nipples barely grazed his body. They were erect and begging to be touched. He cupped them and brought them to his mouth. “Oh my god” he groaned as his tongue moved in circles around each nipple. I let out a moan and thought I could let him do that to me for hours. His thumbs moved over my nipples, followed by his lips and tongue and I was in ecstasy. I moved my hands to unbutton my jeans and had to sit up to take them off. I shimmied them off of me and he did the same with his basketball shorts, revealing tight navy boxer briefs underneath. He was hard and I could tell, very well-endowed. “Mmm Danielle, where have you been hiding this?” he said with feign surprise in his voice as he moved me back on top of him and ran his hands over my ass. “Amazing.” He said, complimenting me with his touch. I giggled and bit my lip, “Thank you.” I replied, “Maybe for someone special who deserves to see it?” I joked. He placed his hand on his heart, “Honored, Danielle.” And he kissed me again. In one motion he swooped me under me and was on top of me. He trailed his lips over my body, beginning at my nose and moving down to my stomach. Using his fingers he followed his trail of kisses with his fingers and paused over my clit. He moved it, up and down, back and forth above my underwear, making me wet. His lips touched my pussy as he feigned eating me out, his lips and chin nudging into me. I arched my back, it already felt so good. My hands moved instinctively to his cock and I trailed my hand around the shaft, feeling him throbbing underneath my touch. I grazed the tip with my fingers, moving my hand up and down as he moved his over me. I felt his fingers slip into my panties and I could tell how wet I was. “Mmmhmm” he moaned as he entered me, slowly. I had never had anyone’s fingers inside me except my own. His felt more powerful, he knew what he was doing. His thumb was over my clit as he moved inside of me. “Is this ok?” he whispered and I nodded, letting out a small cry. “Yes, so good.” I said and I felt him slip another finger inside of me. I let out a small gasp as a twinge of pain escaped but it was replaced with pleasure. “Yes, just like that.” I reassured him as he began to move inside me. He placed his other hand under my ass, lifting me slightly closer to him. I felt his breath move over me like a wave and his tongue as he licked me softly and slowly. The sensation was overwhelming and I wanted to squirm. It tickled but felt like the most amazing feeling in the world. His lips moved upwards and my clit was in his mouth, he sucked on it and I felt myself grabbing the sheets underneath me as a current of electricity so strong moved from my stomach to my toes. “Kyle” I whispered as his pace increased. He moved his hands up while his mouth sucked and nipped at my lightly. I felt my pussy tighten and retract each time his teeth nibbled around me. I wanted more. My knuckles ached from clenching the sheets but I didn’t want him to stop. He thrust his tongue into me, licking and lapping me up. I pushed myself into him, “Harder” I whispered. The tension in my stomach returned but it was met with an overwhelming release as I came into him. His face lifted up and he came up to kiss me. I tasted myself, I was as sweet as he said. “Now, you’re nice and wet.” He said, his lips and teeth nibbling on my neck. He gently spread my thighs open with his fingertips, guiding me to the prime position. His cock was long and I watched as it entered me. It was a blend of pain and perfection; startling me but filling me with pleasure. He moved closer and got deeper. My mouth open wide as I watched him. His eyes checked-in with me and I nodded, “yes, yes” I whispered. His mouth was on mine again and he began thrusting into me and I spread my legs even wider. The same waves I felt earlier were back as he met my clit with his cock. His mouth moved down to my nipples, “Like strawberries” he said as he licked them. I adored feeling the weight of his body on top of me, his muscles, his chest hair, his hard cock pressed against me. Why had I waited so long for this? I asked myself as his tongue moved over my body. I came again as he pleasured me and I was spent. I felt him come inside me, momentarily nervous but I remembered he had grabbed a condom. “Are you ok?” he asked me, moving up beside me and curling my body into this. “Yes, I’m fine, really.” He stood up and cleaned up and put boxers back on while I put on my top. “Do you want to stay here with me? I would really like that.” He said. “I like you Kyle, I do. But I don’t want to be another girl who rotates in and out of you room.” It sounded more harsh than I had anticipated. “Another girl-“ his mind searched and his eyes looked up the ceiling. “No, you have it all wrong. Those girls are here to see Eric. I have maybe met one girl here since I arrived that I slept with but that’s it. That’s you, Danielle. Actually, I sleep on the couch in the lounge a lot because Eric always has someone here. I finally got tired of it and asked him to stay at her place a couple nights.” I was shocked. “Really? I’m sorry I judged you and got it all wrong.” “Hey, it was an easy mistake. I understand how it looks.” I took his hand. “I can stay if you still want me to.” He smiled and pulled me in tighter. Being embraced in his arms was wonderful and I felt safe and warm and sated. He kissed the back of my head and my shoulder. “Goodnight, beautiful.” He whispered and I felt my cheeks flush. “Goodnight, handsome.” I replied, bringing his hand up to my lips to kiss it. “Just be outgoing, be charming, be yourself.” My mantra came back to me. “Done and done.” I said silently to myself, pleased out how everything had worked itself out.
A Virgin For Two Athletes
~Bonus Story~
A Steamy College Sports Menage
Mindy Maple is a 21 year old college student who has no idea what to do with her life. She is involved with the college paper, and while the sports correspondent is out sick she's tasked with reporting on the game, which she loathes.
However, she notices Donny and Mick, two stars of the college who seem to have a telepathic understanding. Both men are handsome and at a party afterwards she gets to meet them, and finds the both irresistible.
Making excuses to see them again, Mindy finds herself dating both men at once and she can't choose between them. Will one of them take her virginity or will they find out her secret, or is there yet a third possibility Mindy hasn't even considered...?
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Sometimes I wondered why I bothered doing what I did. When I went into college I was bright-eyed and filled with enthusiasm. I wanted to do everything I possibly could and threw myself into the life, or so I thought. I'd never been that good at making friends. I realized in college that I was harder than I thought. I'd never been without friends, but when I was younger it just seemed so much easier. Friendships were based on matching color of socks or if you liked the same sweets, but as I grew older I began to see that friendships were difficult to begin. How do you go up to someone and just say, 'I like you and I want to spend more time with you,' without it being weird? Maybe people who are less socially awkward could pull it off, but for a bookish 21 year old who tends to live in her own world there's no chance.
I never thought I'd say it but I kinda missed high school. Not that I particularly enjoyed my time there but at least I knew my place and I was comfortable in the social structure, and I had my few friends. They're across the country now. When I left for college we promised that we'd make the effort to see each other as often as possible but our relationship quickly devolved into empty promises on Facebook, and liking their pictures just to pretend that we still cared. It was sad to see how quickly things could change, and I wished that I could make new friends but it wasn't so easy. I tried, believe me, and maybe that was part of the problem. For others things seemed to be effortless and sometimes it was difficult to walk through campus and see everyone else having fun. All I wanted was to be a part of it and I just didn't know how.
I'd also always been told
that it was good to have extra-curricular activities on a resume so I joined as many clubs as I could. Most of them only lasted a few days. Turns out I wasn't very good at kayaking, rock climbing, slam poetry, or Taekwondo and by the time I'd been buzzing across campus to do all these different things everyone else had fallen into friendship groups, and sure there were people I was friendly with but that was different, and most of the time I felt alone. I buried myself in my homework. Thankfully studying English Literature gave me a lot of homework, and I could always say that reading a book was as much a part of research for my major as well as a leisure activity. I still wasn't sure what I wanted to do as a career, and I think part of that was the reason why I tried so many clubs because I wanted to discover my passion and my talents. Unfortunately I don't think anyone can make a career from sitting in the pajamas flanked with a hot chocolate and a pile of books.
I can dream through.
The only thing that gave me respite aside from reading was being involved in the college newspaper, and even then I wouldn't exactly call it fun. It was more like having a job but not actually being paid. Still, I knew it would benefit me to keep at it and I did enjoy it. Plus it gave me a little bit a human interaction. The editor was a girl named Jennifer and I would never have pegged her as being interested in journalism, what with her bleach blonde hair and perfect posture, always dressed stylishly, which made me feel stupid when I turned up in an old crinkled t-shirt. Anyway, there were a few of us involved and it was a good group. We'd hung out outside of the paper a few times but it had never really stuck, and since the office was just a small disused room you couldn't fit many people in there, so the reporters mostly did their work elsewhere. I focused on book reviews and some focus pieces, which was good to build a portfolio but I still wasn't sure that I wanted to go into journalism as a career.
I was working in the library when Jennifer came up to me. It was always fun to see her walk through a room as heads turned. I often wondered what it was like to have that much attention all the time, but she seemed to love it. I think I'd just feel weird to have so many people staring at me, not even knowing anything about me other than the fact that genetics meant I was blessed with a good bone structure. No, I much preferred being in the shadows and on the sidelines, just happy living my own life and keeping things as simple as possible.
She sauntered over to me and sat down opposite me, craning her neck to see what I was writing. I put my pen down and looked at her.
“I never understood why you're here so much, it's so boring,” she said in a voice that was a little louder than a whisper, breaking the sacred rules of the library. Some people shot her annoyed glances but nobody said anything. I cringed, and when I spoke I whispered, trying to show her how things were done there but she didn't care and carried on in her own manner.
“It's peaceful and it helps me clear my head.”
“I thought you might be coming here because there were some cute guys but I see I was mistaken,” she said, looking round, evidently disappointed at the gallery of men offered to her. I scowled, not because I was annoyed at her for invading my sanctuary but because she was right. Part of the reason why I went to the library so often was because I had a fantasy that one day I'd be sitting there and a cute guy would sit down next to me. He'd be reading something classy and classic, or perhaps he'd even be writing his own story. He'd look at me and smile, then scribble something on the page and I'd wonder if he was writing about me. I always liked the idea of being a muse. But that never happened. Sometimes cute guys did come in. Sometimes they even sat near me, but nothing ever happened. It was starting to get annoying to be honest. People were supposed to get laid all the time in college, at least that was the perception, but I was still waiting.
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