Freshman

by Madison Faye

  I pressed her back against the wall as I slid into her, and she gasped much louder than she probably should have as I inched my thick cock deep inside her impossibly tight pussy.

  My hands went to her ass, and she moaned as I lifted her up. Christina wrapped her legs tightly around my waist as I held her like that against the wall with my thick cock just barely inside of her, poised to slide deep and fill her up to the brim.

  Two of the showers turned off, and the whole room got suddenly quieter. Christina and I froze as we heard shower stall doors opening, and then I felt my pulse jump a little as we heard two voices out by the sink counter.

  “Oh my God, they live down the hall from me!” Christina hissed into my ear, her pussy tightening around my cock head as the two girls outside started chatting about whatever it was they were doing for the evening.

  “I’m not sure we're going to be able to-”

  She gasped and bit my shoulder as I suddenly grinned and sank my cock balls deep into her tight, silken cunt. Jesus, she felt like sweet heaven as her fingers clawed my back while my cock slid all the way inside of her.

  I groaned as quietly as possible, my cock throbbing deep inside of her small body as I held her like that, pressed against the wall of the shower stall with her legs wrapped around my body.

  The girls went on talking as I slid halfway out of her before pushing right back inside, making her moan again. Hot, steamy water poured over us, and I began to rock back and forth, sliding my big dick in and out of her tight little pussy as she clutched at me and tried not scream.

  "Y- you're incorrigible, Mr. Weaver!” she hissed into my year as I slowly pushed my cock deep into her.

  "Would you rather I stop?" I said darkly into her ear before my lips dipped to her neck, nipping at the skin there and making her gasp again.

  “Never.”

  We began to rock like that, faster and faster as the hot water steamed down over us. Her nipples, hard like two little pink pebbles rubbed deliciously against my muscled chest, my hands squeezing her ass as I nailed her to the wall with my cock.

  The girls were still chatting by the sinks, but it was getting harder and harder to keep quiet.

  "God, you feel so fucking good, honey." I growled into her ear. One of my hands dipped lower, my fingers teasing over her stretched lips to tease the skin where we met. “So fucking tight, baby,” I whispered deeply into her ear, making her shiver.

  "You like that tight pussy, Mr. Weaver?” she whimpered out, milking my shaft with her muscles and making me groan as I pushed in deep. "Do you like how my tight, barely legal, eighteen year old pussy feels stretched so tight around your big dick?"

  I growled hungrily and slid into her roughly, making her gasp out loud.

  "Everything okay in there hon?" I heard one of the girls out by the sinks suddenly say.

  "Uh-huh!" Christina said loudly, biting her lip to stop from crying out as I began to fuck her harder and faster against the wall; bouncing her tight little body up and down my thick shaft. "Water just got hot for second!"

  I could feel my cum boiling in my balls, and I was losing my ability to keep that quiet. And I knew any minute then that I was going to go crashing over that edge and roar out as I pumped her teen pussy full of cum, regardless of who was still in the bathroom listening.

  Their voices suddenly drifted away, and the door to the showers closed. I growled loudly as I bucked up into her, making her moan.

  "Wait! Tyler!” she hissed, her eyes wide as she whispered as quietly as she could. “There's still another shower going!"

  I grunted as I pushed every inch of my cock into her. "Do you care?"

  She gasped at my words, whimpering and making these little mewling sounds as I stated to fuck her hard. “No!” she moaned out, loudly - loud enough that I know the girl in the other stall heard.

  We gave up caring then about whoever was listening, and she started to gasp and whimper loudly as I thrust up into her, my thick shaft grazing her throbbing clit with every thrust as I fucked her under the shower spray.

  We began to moan and gasp like that, no longer even caring that someone was listening, and in fact, maybe even being driven on by it. As I fucked her, I swore I heard a small sound, maybe even a gasp come from the other running shower stall, and I gritted my teeth and felt my cock surge inside of her as I wondered if our hidden audience was doing more than just listening.

  "I'm gonna come soon, baby!” Christina whimpered out.

  My grip tightened on her ass and my thrusts got deeper and more powerful. “Fuck, me too, honey.”

  It made me feel a little guilty but all I could think about was this other mystery girl listening to us fucking in the shower. I thought back to the time before, when Christina had quietly asked Anna to stay and watch. I thought about how hot it'd been, spreading her wide open and filling her with my fat cock while her hot little friend watched and fingered her wet pussy.

  "Do it!" Christina husked out, not even caring that some other girl on her floor could totally hear us. In fact, it almost looked and sounded like she was hoping the other girl was. ”Come inside me, Mr. Weaver! Fill me up! Shoot your cum right up inside of my tight little pussy, baby!”

  And with that, I lost it. I roared, not giving a shit who listening as I felt the cum explode out the head of my cock. I slammed in deep as I felt her clench down tight on me and let out a long, wild moan as she came while I pumped rope after rope of hot cum deep inside her fertile young and forbidden pussy. Slowly, the two of us ground to a halt against the wall, until only the sounds of the water spraying across our bodies filled the room.

  The other shower shut off suddenly, and we could hear the girl inside dash out; the sounds of her bare feet pattering across the tile floor with a gasp before the door to the bathrooms shut.

  I chuckled, holding her tightly to me. "I think you're going to get me in trouble here,” I grinned, kissing her deeply.

  "Are you kidding! I'm the student here! You're going to get me kicked out of school!” she teased back, kissing me. I knew neither of us cared about the girl who'd clearly heard us. In fact, I could see pretty clearly on Christina’s face that knowing she was there was what had sent her crashing over the edge.

  "We should probably get changed; I think Anna’s going to think we left for dinner without her,” she giggled, moaning softly as my cock slipped out of her as I gently put her feet back on the ground.

  "Well, my clothes are still in your dorm room, so I doubt she thinks we got far.”

  Christina blushed, realizing we were going to have to waltz back into the room and to Anna together wearing only towels.

  "Hmm, well, nothing she hasn't seen before I guess, right?" She stuck my tongue out at me and then giggled as it was my turn to go red in the face.

  "Besides, she won't care." She grabbed her towel from the door and passed me mine. "Now lets go to this fancy dinner you keep promising me, I'm starved.”

  Chapter 22

  Christina

  Tyler certainly didn't disappoint on dinner. The place was way classier than any restaurant either I or Anna had ever been to, not to mention way out of our college-student budget. But, Tyler was clearly out to impress, and he did so with flying colors.

  “So, who's ready for a surprise?” He grinned at us as we finished off our espressos and shared creme brûlée after dinner, and I raised an eyebrow at my crazy hot older lover.

  “Me? I guess?” Anna turned to look at me and shrug. “I mean, I think I am?”

  Tyler winked at me as the waitress brought his card and check back over to sign. “Trust me, you're going to love this.”

  *****

  Even if I hadn't been eighteen years old, and even if I had somehow gotten my hands on a fake ID, I'm pretty sure I still wouldn't be much of a "going out to bars" type of girl. I mean, I'd drank before at parties, but the typical bars that college kids went to were usually loud, obnoxious, and full of drunk boys with terrible lines and grabby hands.

>   Tyler, however, was not a college boy, and the place he took us after diner was anything but a typical college bar. The dark brick exterior and the blue neon sign didn't give much away until we were right by the front door.

  "Woah, cool!" Anna gasped, as we both suddenly realized where we were.

  I stared at Tyler, bemused and totally smitten with where he'd brought us. "How'd you know?" I asked him, nuzzling into his shoulder with a huge grin on my face. It struck me that he and I hadn't quite gotten to that part of our relationship - the "what sort of movies do you watch, what music do you listen to" phase - probably due to the strangeness of our arrangement. I considered him my boyfriend, and he'd called me his girlfriend plenty of times. That he was twice my age, lived a two hour train ride away, and was friends with my parents I just left out of the equation in my head.

  He arched his eyebrows conspiratorially. “Miss Ames, I think you’ve been working around my house long enough for me to get a feel for what you listen to.” He grinned. “Plus I saw all those Charlie Parker and Monk albums strewn across that mess you call a dorm room,” he winked and leaned down to kiss my ear.

  The jazz club was all ages, shockingly, and the doorman let us in with a knowing smirk at Tyler as he led the two of us way younger looking girls into the darkness of the venue.

  A band was crooning out some slow stuff when we walked in, and I was instantly transfixed. A waitress led us to a dark, half-circle booth in the back with a great view of the stage and offered to get us drinks. Tyler got a whiskey and shook his head with a grin when Anna asked for the wine list.

  We stuck with sparkling water.

  "You know, you could probably get us drinks and no one would bat an eye, Tyler,” Anna said with a little dare in her voice.

  I recognized her classic mischievous look, and turned to see Tyler laughing. "I guess I could-”

  Anna’s eyes went wide before he laughed and gave her a look. "But, I'm not going to." She pouted, making me giggle.

  “I think I'm doing just about enough corrupting of innocent minds without buying alcohol for underage girls, don't you think?" He winked at her before leaning over and kissing my cheek, his hand on my bare knee. “Besides, I have a feeling you’re perfectly capable of getting up to no good without me sneaking you booze, Anna Riley.” She cracked up and I leaned into him, grinning.

  Part of me suddenly wanted to tell him the other reason I couldn't drink tonight - even if he’d offered.. But it definitely wasn't the right time to spill that, and though I know she'd never say a word, I wondered if Anna was thinking the same thing.

  The music was fantastic, and as we sat back in our dark leather booth and just soaked it in, I found myself snuggling close to him and just enjoying the moment. I was with the man I was crazy about, and my best friend, we were having a great time listening to amazing music, and for the next however long we were here, I didn't have to think at all about the fact that tomorrow he'd be leaving to go back to his life, and that I'd still be here, carrying his unborn and unknown child.

  Tyler’s hand was still on my bare knee, below the hem of my skirt. Slowly, as the band oozed into a particularly sultry take on a standard, I could feel his fingers begin to tease my skin as he gradually began to slide his hand higher.

  I turned to him, raising a surprised eyebrow at him in the semi-darkness and watching him smirk and shrug at me, before his hand slid even higher on my leg. He was pushing up under my skirt now, and I felt my breath catch. I quickly glanced at Anna, who was thankfully totally engrossed in the music on the stage as I felt Tyler’s hand slide even higher.

  His finger slid against the front of my panties, and it took everything I had not to moan right there. The pad of his middle finger began to stroke me there, teasing at my panty-covered lips and making my panties instantly much warmer and wetter as my blood began to pump.

  I did my best to look straight ahead, watching the players on the stage and toying with my napkin as his big finger slid up and down my slit, stroking me so deliciously through my panties. He began to slide his digit to the side, teasing at the seam against my thigh before pushing under there.

  I moaned as quietly as I could as his fingers moved over my bare lips, pushing deep under my panties and sliding over my slippery folds.

  Anna glanced back at me just for a moment, and I grinned at her as if I was just sitting there listening to music, and not trying not to moan as my boyfriend's fingers began to slide into my pussy under the table.

  Back at the dorms before dinner, when he and I had stumbled breathless and red-faced back into the room in only our towels from the shower, Anna had given us a big knowing grin, and then graciously left us to change. She actually hadn't said a peep to me about it all night, which was actually shocking, but I knew she was still grinning about it inside.

  I knew she'd have a lot more to say about it thought if she caught us being this bold out in public though, so I did my best not to make a sound as I felt Tyler’s probing fingers begin to push into my soft channel. I bit my lip and pulled at the paper cocktail napkin under my soda water, glancing at him to see him sitting there totally normally with his eyes on the stage as he began to finger his eighteen year old girlfriend.

  He stroked in and out of my pussy in time with the soft beat of the jazz music, and I found myself rocking my hips and undulating against him as he did so. I hadn't had a drop to drink, and yet my head still swam as if drunk off of the music and the feeling of him playing with my clit.

  I let my own hand wander then, letting my fingers walk across his thigh and feeling him tense beneath me as I teased over the thick bulge in his pants. I toyed with the zipper, hearing his breath catch quietly as I began to inch it down.

  I didn't know what it was about this man that brought out my naughty exhibitionist side, but I loved it. Here we were sitting at a jazz club in a booth next to my best friend, and he while he was fingering me, I was sliding my hand into his pants and wrapping it around his big cock.

  I jerked him inside his pants, watching his face tense up while he did his best to keep it neutral and focused on the musicians. He responded with a tease of his own, curling his fingers up inside of me and stroking them against that sensitive spot just inside, making me squirm as my juices dripped down his fingers.

  Feeling so wicked and naughty, and thrilling at that heady feeling of doing this in public, where we could be caught, I slowly began to pull him out of his fly.

  Tyler turned to me then and gave me a look like I was crazy. But, he didn't stop me either, and he merely inched forward a little under the tablecloth as I slipped his big, thick dick out of his pants and started to stroke him openly.

  He began to push his finger deeper into me, stroking at my tight slit as he eased another digit in right next to it, stretching me. I moaned softly again and squirmed in my seat as I slid my small hand up and down the throbbing shaft beneath the table.

  Anna turned to me again, this time creasing her brow and giving me a strange look and a half smile before turning back to the stage. A minute later, she turned again with that same strange look on her face, giving me curious half-smile again before turning back to the stage. I could tell she knew something was up, even if she didn't know just how naughty we were being under the table.

  Again, there was just something about Tyler that brought out this naughty side of me; something that put the good girl Christina away and brought out the dirty, teasing little slut inside of me. And as I jerked his cock under the table while he made me squirm on his fingers, I knew I wanted more; much more.