Schooled by Love

by Lily Langford

  He’s very much a gentleman and asks me what toppings I would like and doesn’t seem phased when I tell him that I want just cheese. When the pizza is ready we also stop by one of the refrigerators and pick out two bottles of soda to drink with our meal.

  Hey pays, and I say thank you.

  We decide to sit at one of the high tops next to the windows that look out over campus. Now that it’s winter and the sun sets so early, you can’t see very much. But during the early fall it’s a good place to sit and look out over the campus and admire its beauty.

  The conversation with him is so easy. He asks me about my family and then he tells me about his.

  “This was a really fun night.” I tell him. “I wish it didn’t have to end.”

  “It’s still early since we didn’t stay for the movie.” He reminds me. “We could always catch a movie at the theater across town.”

  He makes a good point, but I’d rather watch a movie somewhere more comfortable. Somewhere private.

  If only Kelly wasn’t home tonight. Then I would invite him over.

  “Or we could go back to my dorm.” He says. “My roommate went home for the weekend and we jointly have a pretty impressive movie collection.”

  “That sounds great.” I tell him.

  Since my sister has a house here, that means I never lived in the dorms. I moved in with her freshman year and haven’t left. Part of me feels like I might have missed out on an integral college experience, but then I listen to my friends gossip about their awful pre-assigned college roommates and I don’t think that anymore.

  Cam’s dorm isn’t that far away from the student center so we just walk there. He uses his student ID card to unlock the front door and then we head for the elevator. Him and his roommate live on the sixth floor and we’re too lazy to take the stairs right now.

  “This is really nice.” I tell him, when I enter his room. “I thought a dorm room was just like, a tiny room with 4 walls and 2 beds in it.”

  “Well, since we’re technically seniors, we got first pick.”

  We’re standing in the living room area. There’s a couch across from a TV stand with a decent sized television set on it. On either side of the room is a closed door that I’m assuming leads to the two bedrooms.

  He wasn’t lying. Their movie collection is very impressive. He pulls out a giant plastic container from under the couch and I pick through the movies carefully before I decide which one we should watch.

  It doesn’t matter to me.

  I’m not really planning on watching the movie anyway.

  When the TV is on and we’re sitting together on the couch, our thighs touching, he reaches my hand down and begins lightly stroking my thigh.

  “You can kiss me if you want.” I tell him.

  He looks surprised.

  “I didn’t want to move too fast.” He says slowly. “I know it’s early, but I really like you Lizzie.”

  I turn to look at him. “And I really like you too.”

  He smiles and lifts his hand up to my cheek, so that he can stroke my cheek. He comes closer and our lips meet in a sweet kiss that lasts just a few moments before he pulls back slightly.

  I reach forward and tug at the collar of his flannel.

  “You can’t go too fast.” I tell him. “I want this just as much as you.”

  “Alright, sexy.”

  He comes forward again and our lips are moving together. The movie is playing in the background but I’m completely lost in the taste of him.

  I couldn’t care less about what’s going on in the movie.

  I wrap my arms around his neck and he puts his arms around my head, tugging at my hair. We’re moving together and he pushes me back slightly so I can get more comfortable. I rest my head against the arm of the couch (which is actually very cushiony) and he gets on top of me, leaning down to drop little kisses along the side of my face and neck.

  He bites my earlobe and I moan.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes.” I nod my head.

  His hands go to the bottom of my sweater and he runs his hands along my waist, inching higher and higher until he’s caressing my breasts through the soft fabric of my bra. He gives them a squeeze but the real fun comes when he reaches unhooks the front clasp and sets my breasts free.

  He lifts my sweater over my head and tosses it aside. The bra comes off next, before he grabs at my breasts and give them a hard squeeze. I love the feeling of being manhandled like that.

  I don’t want to be the only one naked. I reach up to unzip his vest and he helps me get it off him. Then I go for the flannel shirt and begin to unbutton the buttons as fast as I can. I want so badly to feel his skin against my skin.

  He kisses me again and our tongues swirl together as we practically melt together into the couch. I can feel his erection pressing into me and as much as I’m enjoying the foreplay, I want him so bad.

  “Cam.” I whisper.

  “Yeah babe?”

  “I need you.”

  “Your wish is my command.”

  He reaches down to unbutton my jeans and and does his best to slide them down my legs. It’s a little difficult because they’re skinny jeans, be he slides them down to my ankles and slips them off my legs with swiftness.

  He begins stroking my pussy through the soft fabric of my panties and I squirm against the couch cushions, letting out little gasps of pleasure. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me and he moves his fingers under the fabric so that he can feel just how wet I am.

  “Oh Lizzie.” He whispers. “Is this all for me?”

  I nod.

  “You’re so wet.”

  “I know. It’s because I want you so much.”

  He rubs his finger up and down my slit and I gasp at his touch. My breath hitches as he continues moving his fingers and his thumb reaches for my clit. He’s at just the right spot because I’m feeling like I can hardly keep it together.

  “Oh Cam.” I moan. “Oh my God.”

  But I’m in for an even bigger surprise as his mouth travels lower and lower and now he’s sucking at my most sensitive spot. I cry out as his tongue dips into me and he picks up the pace, moving faster and faster.

  “Oh.” I sigh. “Cam.”

  “Do you want me?” He asks.

  I nod. “I’m so ready for you.”

  “What do you want me to do to you?”

  “I want you to sink your cock inside me and fuck me like you’ve never fucked before. I want you to make me scream.”

  “I think that can be arranged.”

  “But first.” I tease.

  “Yeah?”

  “I want you to get on your back.”

  He’s grinning at me but he gets up off the couch and shimmies out of his pants. He must know exactly what I have in mind for him. Next come the boxers and I can’t help but stare at his beautiful cock.

  It’s so big and thick.

  It’s nothing like the penises I’ve seen before.

  I roll off the couch and get onto my feet so that he can take the spot where I was. He gets onto his back and I position myself on top of him so that when I lean down, my mouth is right at his cock.

  I take him in my hand at first and stroke him up and down, up and down. I can see what my touch is doing to him. He’s got his hands above his head and he’s close his eyes.

  “Do you like that?” I ask.

  “Yes.” He says quickly. “Don’t stop.”

  I’m not planning to.

  I bend down and take the tip of him in my mouth, watching to see how he reacts. He lets out a big groan and I take him even deeper into my mouth. I release him and then do it again. I make sure to keep running my hand up and down the length of him and he lets out another groan.

  “Lizzie.” He gasps. “What are you doing to me?”

  “Making you feel good.”

  “What you’re going to do is make me come. Do you want me to come?”

  “Yes. But I want you to come insi
de me.”

  His eyes widen.

  “Hold on a second.”

  I’m still on top of him but he sits up.

  “Let’s go to the bedroom.”

  I get off him and he jumps up, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards his bedroom. He makes a dash for the bathroom and I go over to the bed, which is unfortunately a twin bed, and sit down. At least he has a very plush comforter on his tiny bed.

  I get on my side and turn so that when he comes out of the bathroom, I can see him. He has a condom on when he comes back and he immediately gets on the bed.

  “Where were we?” He asks, kissing my shoulder.

  “You were going to make me come.” I remind him.

  “Right.”

  I get on my back and sink my head into his pillows. He climbs on top of my and I feel the tip of him graze my opening. He slowly pushes in and I gasp. I haven’t had a dick like that inside me ever.

  “Be gentle.” I whisper.

  He’s looking down at me and nods his head.

  He slowly sinks into me and I open my legs as wide as I can so that I can take him fully. At first he feels like too much, but my body quickly adjusts to his girth. He looks down at me and into my eyes.

  All I can do is smile.

  “More.” I tell him.

  He pulls out and thrust back into me and when he hears me moan, he does it again and again. He picks up the pace and I can’t believe how good it feels to have him inside me. His face has grown serious and he fucks me like there’s no tomorrow.

  “Cam.” I gasp.

  “I know.”

  As we fuck, I run my hands along his back and eventually grasp his bottom, wanting to pull him closer and closer to me. I can’t get close enough to him and he can tell.

  “You feel so good.” He mutters, as he kisses my neck.

  I can feel my orgasm coming as his cock pounds into me, hitting my sweetest spot. It’s coming and it’s coming and all of a sudden, the wave washes over me and I’m so blissed out.

  “I just came.” I tell him.

  “Oh baby.” He says. “I’m not far behind.”

  He pumps in and out and he was right. He’s not far behind. He groans into me as his orgasm hits him and I love the feeling of having him so deep inside me.

  When he finally pulls out, he rolls over onto his side.

  “Come here.” He says.

  I come close and we share a passionate kiss.

  “That was amazing.” He tells me.

  I agree. “I know. Do you want to get under the covers?”

  “I do, but I think I need to go get cleaned up. Give me a minute, and I’ll be right back. I know it’s getting late, so I can take you back in a bit. Or if you want to, you can stay here.”

  “I’d love to stay here. Let me just go text my sister so she doesn’t worry. My purse is out on your coffee table.”

  “Ok.”

  I open the door to his bedroom and head back out to the common area. Per our agreement, I send my text message to my sister to let her know that I won’t be coming home tonight. I’m sure she’s going to bombard me with questions tomorrow but I don’t care.

  It is so worth it.

  Kelly doesn’t write back right away, but that’s probably because it’s late now and she’s already in bed. I leave my clothes where they are and grab the blanket from where it’s thrown on the edge of an armchair and wrap it around myself.

  I go into Cam’s bedroom and close the door behind me. He’s in bed with the comforter pulled up to his chin and he’s smiling at me.

  “Are you cold?” He asks.

  “A little bit. I am naked after all.”

  “Then come over here and get into bed!”

  I do as I’m told. Unfortunately, his dorm only has an extra long twin bed so it’s going to be a very tight fit, but that’s ok. The closer we snuggle the less cold I’ll be.

  “I’m coming, I’m coming.” I tell him.

  I drop my blanket on the floor and then dive into his bed and pull the covers up to cover myself. Cam wraps his arms around me and I turn to face him.

  “Just so you know.” I tell him. “I don’t normally do things like this.”

  “Like what?”

  “Sleep over on the first date.”

  “I don’t care about things like that.” He says, kissing me on the top of my head. “I promise. I’m just glad that you’re here.”

  We talk for a little while longer and then sleepiness begins to take over me. I snuggle up close to Cam and the two of us begin to drift off to sleep.

  I know that Michelle and Kelly are going to be super curious about how my blind date went. I also know they’re going to be smug when the find out that it went well.

  But I’m not going to worry about that right now.

  I’m too busy being happy.

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