by Autumn Avery
“Yeah,” Tommy says in a growled whisper. “That’s it, baby. Take it.”
Dirty talk. I’ve only heard things like that in the very few porn scenes I’ve watched in my life. I always thought it was corny, watching some sunburnt stud say cliché things to some bimbo who was overperforming and moaning like she was having an orgasm for twenty minutes. But hearing those words from Tommy’s lips, directed at me, is indescribable.
Tommy begins slowly thrusting and I do my best to take his cock into my mouth without gagging, but I can see I’m barely even getting a third of it in. There’s a long way to go, but I’m up to the challenge. I want it all. Not just because I want to please Tommy, which I really do, but because something inside me is driving me. That primal, animal instinct that we can’t control is telling me to swallow all of Tommy’s cock and be a good little girl for him.
I feel Tommy’s hand against mine, and he places it around the base of his shaft, the part I’m unable to fit in my mouth.
“Jerk it,” he says. “Like you did before.”
I listen and do my best. This time, my fingers won’t close around his cock. He’s just too thick. But I can jerk him as he starts thrusting harder, basically fucking my mouth. He takes my other hand and places it on his balls. I’ve never had my hand here before either, but as Tommy’s head rolls back I can see why boys like it.
Tommy starts pumping his cock faster in and out of my lips. I can smell his masculine musk and taste his precum and feel his cock swell slightly every time he drives it deep into my mouth. It’s overwhelming. His strong hand on my head lets me know I’m not going anywhere – not that I would want to. But he is in control. He’s showing me…teaching me. And I want to learn it all.
I feel Tommy’s cock swell again, somehow getting even larger, and he quickly pulls out of my mouth. My spit and his precum runs down my lips and he looks down at me, his eyes brimming with desire.
“Fuck, you almost made me cum,” he tells me.
I swell with pride. I did that, I think, looking at his cock in front of me, hard and thick like it’s ready to explode. Tommy leans down and kisses me hungrily. Our lips are slick and wet against each other and I feel the sweat against his neck as my hands trace a line down his chest, exploring him, feeling his hard, sculpted physique.
This is a man.
Then Tommy does something that makes my heart almost jump out of my chest.
He slides back down the bed and gets on top of me, both elbows resting on the sides of my head, and I feel his cock slide between my legs.
He wants to fuck me.
The tip of his cock presses against my pussy and he looks down at me with fierce desire. He presses gently, waiting to see how I respond. And that’s when I hear Shannon shift in her bed above us, and the reality of the situation hits me.
“Wait,” I tell him. “Just…just a second.”
I clasp both hands over my eyes and retreat back into my own head.
What am I doing? I think. My roommate is asleep in the bunk above me!
What excited me earlier has me suddenly on edge. This is my first time. What if she hears us? What if she wakes up and gets out of bed and sees us? Interrupts us? Not only would she have a freakout of epic proportions, but is that really how I want my first time to go down?
I move my hands and look up at Tommy. He’s still waiting, but I can see he doesn’t want to. He wants to take me, be inside me, and I want that too. But…I can’t.
“Tommy,” I say softly. “I – I don’t think we should.”
I expect to see disappointment on his face. Or utter annoyance. But instead, he simply smiles, and my heart stops feeling like it’s about to leap from my chest.
“Your roommate?” He asks. Can he read minds?
I nod. Tommy nods back.
“I get it,” he tells me. He leans forward and kisses me. “How about you suck my cock some more?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
“And I’ll cum in your mouth,” he tells me. “Ever done that?”
“No,” I admit. I’m not even ashamed. I’m glad. I want Tommy to be my first – my first with everything. He knows what to do, and I want to give it to him. Everything so far has been mindblowing, and the fact that he understands my reluctance turns me on even more.
Maybe there is more to this Tommy Mason guy than meets the eye.
Tommy teases me before moving, pressing the tip of his dick against my clit as he slides back up the bed. My hips jerk and he smiles as he brings my head to his cock again. I open my mouth and accept it, tasting the sweet salty slick precum against my tongue.
I grab his shaft with one hand and his balls with the other like he showed me, and to my surprise, Tommy reaches down and starts to finger me. This time, he curls his fingers up inside me toward my stomach and hits my G-spot. I know what it is – every girl does, but I’ve never felt this before. It’s almost too much and for just a second I have to stop sucking him. I let my mouth hang open but he keeps his cock in my mouth. In fact, he presses it deeper.
It’s almost like we’re having sex, and that’s good, because it’s preparing me for what it will be like when we do. His fingers are magic, titillating me with obvious skill, and his cock is a gorgeous monster between my lips. I don’t know if I’m doing well or not, but Tommy sure is, and I can already feel myself starting to cum.
“We’re going to cum together,” Tommy tells me. I look up at him, his cock still in my mouth, and tell him yes with my eyes. “You tell me when you’re close, okay?”
I do my best to nod, and Tommy keeps fucking my mouth while he fingers me. It’s overwhelming. I can’t imagine my terrible, inexperienced hands are doing much to help out, but I can barely focus right now. Between his dick in my mouth and his fingers in my pussy, there’s just too much happening.
But I feel my orgasm approaching as his fingertips caress that special spot inside me. My eyes move back up to him and he understands.
“Close?” He asks me. I moan yes around his shaft and he changes his strokes to long, slow and deep. Each push has me on the edge of gagging, but as I grow closer to cumming, that reflex seems to fade away, overcome by the pleasure swelling inside me.
“So am I,” he tells me. I’m right there, and I can feel Tommy is too. His cock couldn’t be any bigger, and precum is dripping out onto my tongue, forcing me to swallow quickly. If this is before he cums, I can’t even imagine…
“I’m gonna cum,” he tells me. I try my best to say me too, but with my mouthful of his cock, all that comes out is a mumbled moan. But he gets the picture. His fingers curl up and my body shakes as I cum. It’s an entirely different orgasm, but just as good, and I shake as it takes me.
Tommy groans and thrusts his hips forward, threatening to overwhelm me with his cock. I feel his balls shrink in my hands and his cock flexes and his cum, warm and salty, spurts out of his cock into my mouth.
Fuck!
I swallow eagerly, tasting him, loving every bit of it. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, and I just want more. Apparently that’s no problem for Tommy. He cums and cums and cums, filling my mouth with his seed. I swallow eagerly to keep up, feeling his cock flex with each spurt, tasting him, proof of his lust for me.
We cum together. I’m frozen with pleasure. All I can do is swallow and look up at Tommy, his flawless body flexing in time with his cock, his abs contracting with each shot of his cum into my mouth and throat. I smell him. I taste him. I feel him, and I cum with him.
It’s perfect.
17
Tommy
Tommy
* * *
I feel like Grace just sucked my soul out through my cock. That was fucking unbelievable. I don’t even care that I didn’t get to get inside her pussy. Who would have thought things would have gone that well?
I knew I’d have to show her what to do, but I never thought she’d catch on like that. It was like we were perfectly in sync and I could tell she really wanted to please me.
And the same goes for me, and I don’t say that often. Most of the time, I rock a chick’s world, just because I’m Tommy Mason and my dick’s huge and I know how to fuck.
But I never actually sit there and worry about whether she’s having a good time. Half of them just want to say they fucked me, and that’s enough to get them going. But with Grace, I actually gave a shit how she was feeling. And I want more.
I want to go down on her and show her what that’s like. I want to tease her pussy lips with my tongue, gently flick her clit and then apply more pressure and lap at it until she cums. I want to fuck her with my tongue, burying it deep inside her pussy, and then finger her while I suck her clit. Hell, I’d even lick her fucking ass, that’s just how bad I want her.
I made her cum twice, but that isn’t enough. I want to finger her, make her cum, then lick her and make her cum. Then I want to fuck her brains out until she can’t cum and more and she’s lying there, dick drunk on the bed, her mind blown and I’ve just pumped my cum deep inside her.
She was probably right to not go all the way with me. I mean, having her roommate a few feet above me doesn’t bother me. I ain’t shy. I’d fuck Grace in front of the entire state of Connecticut, but she wants her first time to be special – perfect, and if her roommate woke up, or she wasn’t able to scream or moan as loudly as she wanted, that wouldn’t be perfect.
I slump down beside her, my cock still hard and slick with my cum and her spit, and take hold of her breast with my hand. We’re both sweating and as she nuzzles into my shoulder, I inhale, smelling her scent mixed with the smell of her shampoo and whatever else she’s got on.
That smell will cement this moment in my mind forever. I lay there beside her, stroking her cheek and looking down at her. She has one hand between her legs, tenderly covering her pussy because she’s sensitive and still recovering from the orgasm I just gave her.
My cock’s still pretty much full mast but also insanely sensitive. Normally I’d be stuffing it back into my briefs and pants and heading for the hills. I’m not really a stay and cuddle kind of guy. But staying here feels right. I didn’t even give it a second thought. But now I realize just how out of character it is for me.
What is this girl doing to me?
As I look down at her, I feel every protective instinct I have kicking in. I feel like a king and she is my queen and no other man can touch her. I’ve never felt that before. I don’t know how many girls ran through the rest of the basketball team after I had my way with them, but just the thought of another guy even seeing Grace naked, or even seeing her tits through her shirt without a bra on, threatens to send me into a craze.
She is mine!
I came down her throat, but I need to cum inside her. She has no idea what that’s like, and I never do that. With these girls around here, you always wrap it up. No ifs, ands or buts about it. A girl tells you she’s on the pill, she could be lying, and even if she’s not, who knows what she’s got going on down there. Being a stud is like driving a car; safety first.
Grace shifts beside me and I squeeze harder on her breast.
“That was…incredible,” she whispers in my ear. I stroke her hair in reply, smiling to myself. She finally looks up at me. “I do want to have sex with you. Just…not here.”
“I know,” I tell her. “I get it. And you don’t know how bad I want you.”
“Yeah?” She asks me, her eyes lighting up. She must know it by now, but I can see she’s still nervous – still insecure. And that just makes me like her more. There’s nothing phony about her. So many girls ham it up and give you all these lines they’ve heard from a porn movie, or try to do all kinds of crazy acrobatic weird shit that they think will impress you and make sure you never forget them. And they’re right. You never forget just how fucking stupid they are.
But Grace is honest and true and watching her body react to things she was experiencing for the first time is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Her hips bucking back as I touched her and her legs shaking as she came…I can’t even imagine what that will be like when my cock’s inside her.
“Yeah,” I assure her, kissing her gently. All I can think about is going down on her, sucking and licking her pussy lips and watching her writhe with pleasure, both of my hands on her tits.
I let my head drop down beside her and she makes room for me on the pillow. We just stare at each other for who knows how long when finally my eyes start to close.
“Tired?” She whispers.
“Mmmm,” I reply. “And shit. I have a game tomorrow.”
“Does that mean you have to leave?” She asks nervously.
“Yeah,” I tell her. “But not yet.”
I really don’t want to leave, that’s no bullshit. But I can’t be up all night if I plan on doing well tomorrow. Rumor is there are going to be some pro scouts there tomorrow and I’ve got to kick ass.
“You know what you made me do?” I ask her. “You made me break my one major rule of basketball.”
“What’s that?” She asks, looking very concerned. I smile back at her to let her know it’s not all that serious.
“Never have sex the day before a game.”
She laughs quietly. “Seriously? Is that really a thing?”
“I dunno,” I tell her. “Superstitions or whatever. I know I’d never have sex right before a game. Then I’d be fucked.”
“Literally,” she jokes. I laugh quietly and kiss her, then rest my head again and close my eyes.
As I lay there beside her, my mind wanders and I start to picture things…what I want to do with Grace, but more.
What would life be like if Grace was actually…my girlfriend? I can’t believe I’m thinking this, and if Joey was here to listen to my thoughts, he’d be completely freaking out. Tommy Mason with a steady girlfriend? What is the world coming to?
But seriously, what would be wrong with that? Having a girl to cheer me on at games? Spend time with after practice and class? Hang out with and actually do things other than fuck? That doesn’t sound half bad. Not when that girl is Grace.
But do I really want to get involved with somebody when I’m just going to be leaving school in two years to go to the professional leagues? What then? We just break up and go our separate ways? Even the thought of being away from Grace is too much to think about right now.
I can picture a future with this girl!
Grace is no dumb bimbo. She didn’t know who I was when we met, and if anything, that made her cautious of me, not the other way around. She’s no star fucker, gold digger or sorority bimbo. She’s a good girl with a good heart. The kind you could settle down with.
The fact that I’m thinking this way blows my mind, but as I take a deep breath and smell her again and feel her skin against my fingertips, it actually makes sense. Grace could be more than a conquest for me. More than another girl on my roster. She could be someone I could actually give myself too as well and share things with.
Also, I have a feeling she wouldn’t put up with any of my bullshit, which turns me on to her even more. Girls who tell you exactly what you want to hear when you’re out drinking at a party will only last so long before they bore you. Grace isn’t like that at all, and I have a feeling she’d surprise me for a long time.
God, why do I have a game tomorrow? Why is her roommate here?
I just want to fall asleep with her, wake up in the middle of the night and slip my cock inside her, grab her ass and plunge my tongue into her mouth and fuck her brains out. Even though I just came, I can feel my cock twitch with excitement at the thought.
“If you want,” I say hesitantly. “You could come to my game. Cheer me on.”
Grace looks up at me, almost like she can’t believe I just suggested that, but instantly lets me know with her eyes that she loves the idea.
“Really?” She asks. “You want me to?”
“Yeah,” I tell her. “Definitely.”
“What time?”
“Four,” I t
ell her. “Home game.”
“I will be there,” she tells me.
I smile at her, swelling with excitement like I just already won the game. Nothing in life has ever brought me the same pleasure and satisfaction as kicking ass on the basketball court, but hearing Grace tell me she’ll be there to cheer me on is already coming close. I can’t imagine what it will be like if she actually shows up.
But of course she will. If she was a bitch, she would tell me she’d come and then ghost me like I did to her with sociology class. But she’s not that kind of girl.
The fun we could have in the locker room too…
My mind keeps wandering to all the possibilities opening up before me if I was to make Grace mine – my girlfriend. And it’s just fucking glorious.
I wake with a start, realizing I’ve drifted off beside Grace who is sleeping soundly beside me. Slowly, I check my phone and realize just how late it is. I have to be up in a few hours. Being careful not to disturb Grace, I slither out of bed and back into my clothes, covering her with her sheets.
I crack the door and slip out into the hall and head back to my room. I’m smiling, inside and out. Somehow the world feels different now. Things have just begun between us, but I already feel like Grace is mine, and somehow that’s coloring the whole way I look at things. I’m more excited to see her in the stands tomorrow than I am to kick ass on the court. That may be a problem, to be honest, but if I can get my head right in the locker room I should be fine.
Nothing stops Tommy Mason.
18
Grace
Grace
* * *
I’ve never been to Gampel before where UCONN plays its home games. The place is so packed. I’ve never felt such energy. There must be thousands of people here, all screaming and cheering, waving foam fingers and sticks in the air. The band is rocking out on another one of their songs designed to pump up the crowd. And it’s working.