Aresa is a college student looking for love. She meets David, a jock and falls for him. But David still pines about his teen crush. Aresa runs out of money and has to work as a atripper. David finds out and breaks up with her.

Chapter 1: Introduction

The music was throbbing, the bass so loud it felt like a physical force, pressing against my chest, my heart pounding in rhythm with it. I was in the thick of the party, a sea of bodies moving to the relentless beat, the air thick with the scent of sweat, perfume, and beer. I was nursing my fourth drink, a concoction of vodka and something fruity, trying to look like I was having a good time while my mind was elsewhere.

"Hey, isn't that your roommate?"

I turned to see my friend Emily, her eyes wide and her cheeks flushed.

She gestured towards the other side of the room, where my roommate, Sarah, was laughing with a group of guys. I nodded, "Yeah, that's her."

Emily leaned in closer, her lips brushing against my ear, "She's been flirting with some jock all night. I think his name is David or something."

I rolled my eyes, "Ugh, great. I hope she doesn't do something stupid." Sarah had a tendency to throw caution to the wind when she had a few drinks in her.

I made a mental note to keep an eye on her later. For now, I turned back to my drink, swirling the ice cubes around with the straw.

"Hey, Aresa, right?"

I looked up to see a tall, blond guy with hazel eyes smiling down at me. He was definitely one of the jocks Emily had been talking about. "Yeah, that's me," I replied, raising an eyebrow. "And you are?"

"David," he said, extending his hand. I took it, feeling a spark at his touch. He had a strong grip, confident but not overbearing.

"Nice to meet you, David.

I hear you've been getting to know my roommate?" I said, a hint of amusement in my voice.

David grinned, shrugging his shoulders. "Just a little." He gestured to the empty space next to me. "Mind if I sit?"

I shook my head, "Be my guest."

David sat down, signaling to the bartender for a drink. "So, Aresa," he began, "what's your story?"

I took a sip of my drink, buying myself some time to think. "Not much to tell, really. I'm a junior, studying English Lit.

You?"

David chuckled, "Well, that's a bit more interesting than most people's major. I'm a junior, Business major. And I'm on the football team."

"I figured," I said, nodding towards his athletic build. "So, you're a jock and a business major. Typical."

David laughed, "Hey, don't stereotype me just yet. I've got a few surprises up my sleeve."

I raised an eyebrow, "Oh, really? Like what?"

David leaned in closer, his voice low, "Well, for one, I'm a pretty good cook.

My specialty is Italian."

I couldn't help but smile, "Is that so? Most guys I know think a home-cooked meal is a frozen pizza."

David smirked, "Well, I'm not most guys. I could cook you something any day."

I laughed, "I'll keep that in mind. But I'm warning you, I'm a tough critic."

David's smile widened, "I like a challenge. So, Aresa, what do you do for fun? Besides reading, I mean."

I took another sip of my drink, considering his question. "I like to draw, paint. I like to dance and work out too. Keeps me sane with all the studying."

David's eyes lit up, "That's cool. I've always wanted to try painting, but my hand-eye coordination is better suited to throwing a ball."

I laughed, "Well, that's a skill that comes in handy on the football field. So, David, why the business major? You don't seem like the corporate type."

He shrugged, "Yeah, I get that a lot. But it's a good major to have. Gives me options.

Plus, my dad's in finance, so I've grown up around that world. But who knows? I might change my mind."

I nodded, "Fair enough. It's good to have options."

David's gaze held mine, his eyes a little too intense. "So, Aresa, what are you doing tomorrow?"

I blinked, taken aback. "Um, nothing special. Why?"

He grinned, "I was thinking maybe we could grab lunch. My treat. Give me a chance to show you that I'm not just a stereotypical jock."

I raised an eyebrow, "Is that so? Well, that sounds like fun. I mean, if you're up for a challenge," I replied, a playful smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

David laughed, "You're on. I'll pick you up at noon?"

I nodded, "Sure, why not? But I warn you, I'm not easy to impress."

David winked, "I wouldn't have it any other way."

He stood up, signaling the end of our conversation. As he turned to leave, I couldn't help but admire the way his jeans hugged his muscular thighs and his butt. He was definitely easy on the eyes. I took a moment to collect my thoughts before turning back to my drink.

Emily nudged my arm, her eyes wide. "Wow, Aresa. That was...smooth," she said, emphasizing the last word.

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. "What? We're just going to lunch. No big deal."

Emily rolled her eyes. "Right. Just lunch. Uh-huh." She took a sip of her drink, her gaze flitting between me and David as he walked away. "You know, he's been looking at you all night.

Like, really looking," Emily continued, her voice laced with curiosity.

I shrugged nonchalantly, but I could feel my cheeks flush. "He's just a guy, Em. Nothing special. But he is cute. "

Emily scoffed, "Nothing special? Aresa, he's a total catch. Smart, hot, and from what I hear, a complete gentleman off the field. Plus, he's got that whole bad boy charm thing going on."

I laughed, "Bad boy? He's a freaking jock, Em. They're not exactly known for their rebellious streaks."

Emily waved her hand dismissively, "Whatever.

You just don't want to admit that you're into him. But I see the way you look at him, Aresa. And the way he looks at you?" She shook her head, a grin spreading across her face. "Girl, you're in trouble."

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help the small smile that tugged at my lips. "Whatever, Em. I'm just going to lunch with him. It's not like it's a big deal."

Emily laughed, "Right. Sure, Aresa. Sure."

As the night wore on, I found myself stealing glances at David.

He was a natural charmer, effortlessly drawing people in with his smile and easy laugh. I watched as he chatted with a group of friends, his eyes occasionally flickering in my direction. Each time our gazes met, a little jolt of electricity zipped through me.

I needed a breather from the crowded party, so I made my way outside. The cool night air was a relief, and I took a moment to lean against the brick wall of the student union, letting the music from inside fade into the background.

"You okay?"

I looked up to see David standing a few feet away, his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans.

"Yeah, I just needed a minute of fresh air," I said, pushing off the wall and standing up straight.

David walked over, his gaze on mine. "You looked like you were deep in thought."

I shrugged, "Just trying to figure out what I'm doing with my life. You know, the usual."

David chuckled, "Yeah, I hear you. College can be tough like that. But hey, at least we have these moments to enjoy, right?" He gestured to the party inside, the laughter and music spilling out into the night.

I nodded, "True enough. So, what about you, David?

What's your big plan for the future?" I asked, genuinely curious.

David leaned back against the wall, his eyes scanning the sky before settling on mine. "You know, that's a good question. I've always been focused on football, but I know I can't play forever. Sometimes I think about coaching, or maybe something in sports management. But honestly, I'm not really sure."

I nodded, understanding his dilemma all too well. "It's tough, isn't it? Feeling like you have to have everything figured out before you even graduate."

David sighed, "Yeah, it is.

But hey, we're young. We've got time to figure it out."

I smiled, "True. And who knows? Maybe we'll surprise ourselves."

David's gaze remained on me, his hazel eyes reflecting the distant streetlight. "Maybe we will. You never know what life has in store for you."

The air between us felt charged, a tension that was both comfortable and unnerving. I could feel the weight of his stare, and it made me acutely aware of how close he was standing. I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach.

"So, David, tell me something about yourself. Something that would surprise me."

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, that's a tough one. I'm pretty open about most things, but there is one thing...I used to be a ballet dancer." "Ballet? Really?"

David laughed, "Yeah, really. My mom enrolled me in classes when I was a kid, and I ended up loving it. I did it until I was about thirteen. Then, you know, puberty hit, and I grew too tall and gangly for ballet.

I switched to football, and the rest is history."

I couldn't help but laugh, trying to picture David in a tutu. "That is definitely surprising. I had no idea you had that in you."

David grinned, "Yeah, well, don't tell the guys on the team. They'd never let me live it down."

I crossed my arms, trying to hide my amusement. "Your secret is safe with me. Cross my heart."

David's gaze softened, and he took a step closer. "So, Aresa, what about you? What's something most people don't know about you?"

I bit my lip, considering his question.

"Hmm, something they don't know... Well, I'm a pretty good artist, but I hardly ever share my work with anyone."

David's eyes widened slightly, his voice laced with genuine surprise. "Really? Why not? You should be proud of your talent."

I shrugged, looking down at the ground for a moment. "I don't know, I guess I'm just not comfortable showing that vulnerable side of myself. It's easier to hide behind my books and my studies."

David nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I get that. It's tough to put yourself out there, but sometimes it's worth it.

Trust me, I'd know," David said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

I looked up, meeting his gaze, and saw a depth in his hazel eyes that I hadn't noticed before. "What do you mean?" I asked, my voice barely audible over the distant hum of the party.

David looked away for a moment, rubbing the back of his neck as if the memory was uncomfortable. "I had this... thing with someone a few years back. High school sweetheart, you know? We were really close, but she... she crossed a line with me.

I was too young and naive to handle it. I pushed her away, and it hurt like hell. But I never told anyone about it. Not even my best friends."

I felt a pang of sympathy for him. "I'm sorry, David. That must have been tough."

He shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah, it was. But it made me stronger, you know? Taught me a lot about myself and what I want in a relationship."

I nodded, appreciating his honesty. "So, what do you want in a relationship now?"

David's gaze locked onto mine, his expression serious.

"I want someone who challenges me, who makes me think. Someone who's not afraid to be themselves, even if it means showing their vulnerabilities. Someone like you, Aresa."

My heart fluttered at his words, caught off guard by his candor. "Wow, David. That's... that's a lot to live up to."

He laughed, a soft, reassuring sound. "I have a feeling you'll manage just fine. You're not like anyone I've met before. You're smart, beautiful, and you don't take shit from anyone.

I like that." David's voice was low, his words laced with sincerity. I felt a warmth spread through me at his compliment, but I tried to play it cool.

"Well, David, I'm not sure I'm as fantastic as you make me out to be. But thank you all the same." I smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

David chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You're welcome. And hey, I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. I just... I wanted you to know what I'm looking for.

What I'm hoping for."

I smiled, feeling a blush creep up my cheeks. "Well, I appreciate your honesty, David. It's refreshing, to say the least."

David took a step closer, his voice barely above a whisper. "So, how about it, Aresa? Want to give this a shot? See where it goes?"

My heart pounded in my chest as I looked into his hazel eyes. I could feel the electricity between us, a tangible force that seemed to pull me in. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. "I...

I'd like that, David. I'd like that very much."

A slow smile spread across David's face, lighting up his hazel eyes. "That's all I needed to hear, Aresa."

He reached out and gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingertips brushing against my cheek. The touch sent a shiver down my spine, and I found myself leaning into it, wanting more.

David's hand dropped to my shoulder, his thumb tracing small circles on my skin through the fabric of my shirt.

I could feel the heat of his touch, the subtle pressure of his fingers. It was a simple gesture, yet it felt intimate, personal. I found myself leaning into his touch, my breath hitching slightly as our eyes locked together.

"Aresa," David murmured, his voice low and husky. I could feel the words vibrating against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine. "I've been wanting to do this all night."

Before I could react, David leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was soft, gentle, a question rather than a demand. I hesitated for a moment, surprised by his boldness, before melting into him.

His lips were warm and soft, and I could taste the faint hint of vodka and fruit from his drink. I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, feeling the heat between us intensify.

David's hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer, pressing our bodies together. I could feel the steady beat of his heart against mine, and it sent a thrill through me. This was unexpected, but not unwelcome.

As the kiss intensified, I felt David's hands slide down to my lower back, his fingers splayed wide. I shivered at the contact, my breath coming in short gasps.

David's touch was firm yet gentle, and I could feel my body responding to him, heat pooling in my stomach. I pressed closer, my fingers tangling in his short blond hair.

He groaned softly, the sound sending a jolt of desire through me. I parted my lips, inviting him to deepen the kiss. He did, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, exploring, tasting. I met his urgency with my own, our breaths mingling, our hearts pounding in sync.

I was lost in the sensation, in the feel of him, the taste of him. It was intense, heady, and I never wanted it to end.

But eventually, David pulled away, his breath ragged, his eyes soft and dreamy. "Wow," he whispered, his thumb gently tracing my lower lip. "You're even better than I imagined."

I smiled, my heart still pounding. "Well, you're not so bad yourself," I replied, my voice slightly hoarse.

David chuckled, pulling me closer for a quick peck on the lips. "Good to know. So, lunch tomorrow, right?"

I nodded, still feeling a bit dazed. "Yeah, lunch. noon. I'll see you then."

He winked, stepping back and giving me a playful salute.

" See you tomorrow, Aresa. Sweet dreams."

With that, David turned and walked back into the party, leaving me standing there, my heart still racing and my head spinning. I watched him go, a soft smile playing on my lips. That was unexpected, but in the best possible way. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself before heading back inside.

As I walked back into the party, I felt like I was walking on a cloud. Everything seemed brighter, more vibrant. The music was louder, the laughter was louder, and I couldn't help but feel like I was glowing.

I made my way through the crowd, a smile plastered on my face, my heart still pounding from David's kiss. I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see Emily standing there, her eyes wide with curiosity.

"So, what happened with Jock boy?" she asked, a sly grin spreading across her face.

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't hide the smile that was still lingering on my lips. "His name is David, and he kissed me."

Emily's eyes widened even more. "Oh my god, Aresa! That's huge! Wait, where is he?

I scanned the crowd, but David was nowhere to be seen. My heart sank slightly, and I felt a pang of disappointment. I had been looking forward to seeing him again.

Emily must have noticed the change in my expression because she squeezed my arm. "Hey, what's wrong?"

I shook my head, trying to shake off the sudden wave of melancholy. "Nothing, I was just hoping to see David again."

Emily's eyes brightened. "Oh, you mean the jock who kissed you? Well, maybe he's just getting another drink. He'll be back."

I nodded, trying to convince myself of that.

"Yeah, you're right. He'll be back. It's just... this is all so new for me."

Emily's expression softened. "I know, Aresa. But it's exciting, isn't it? New beginnings, new experiences. You deserve some excitement in your life."

I smiled at her, gratitude swelling in my chest. Emily was a great friend, always there to support me and cheer me on. "Thanks, Em. I guess I do deserve some excitement."

Emily lifted her glass, clinking it against mine. "To excitement, then.

And to new beginnings," Emily said, raising her glass higher.

I clinked my glass against hers and took a sip, feeling the warmth of the alcohol spread through me. As I scanned the crowd again, I caught a glimpse of David through the crowd, standing by the bar, a drink in his hand. He looked up and our eyes met, and he flashed me a smile that made my heart flutter again.

"Speak of the devil," Emily said, following my gaze.

"Hey, aren't you going to go over there and say hi?" she asked, nudging me playfully.

I hesitated for a moment, feeling a flutter of nerves in my stomach. "Yeah, I should. I'll be right back, okay?"

Emily waved me off, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Take your time. I'll be here when you get back."

I weaved my way through the crowd, making my way towards David. As I approached, I noticed he was engaged in a conversation with a group of his football buddies, their laughter echoing in the crowded room. I hung back for a moment, just watching him. He was so charismatic, so at ease with everyone around him. It was both intimidating and attractive.

I took a deep breath and stepped closer. As I did, David noticed me and excused himself from the group. He made his way over, a lazy grin spreading across his face.

"Hey, beautiful," he said, his voice low and husky. "I was hoping I'd see you again tonight."

I smiled, feeling a warm blush spread across my cheeks. "Well, I couldn't just leave without saying goodbye, could I?" "No, you definitely couldn't.

I'd have been pretty disappointed if you did," David replied, his eyes never leaving mine. I could feel the intensity of his gaze, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

"So, what are you drinking?" I asked, gesturing to his glass.

David took a sip, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. "Just a beer. Nothing too exciting. How about you? Want another one of those fruity vodka drinks?"

I shook my head, "No, I think I've had enough for tonight. I should probably switch to water or something."

David nodded, "Good idea. I'll get you a water.

You want anything to eat? They've got some pizza and wings in the back," David offered, already turning to make his way to the food table.

"Sure, I could go for a slice of pizza," I replied, appreciating his thoughtfulness.

As David disappeared into the crowd, I took a moment to lean against the wall and collect my thoughts. The night had taken an unexpected turn, and while I was excited about the new developments with David, I couldn't help but feel a nagging sense of caution at the back of my mind. I didn't want to get hurt again, and I certainly didn't want to repeat the mistakes of the past.

As David returned with a bottle of water for me and a slice of pizza, I pushed those thoughts aside, determined to enjoy the moment.

"Here you go," he said, handing me the bottle. "And I grabbed you a pizza slice. Hope that's okay."

"Perfect, thanks," I replied, taking a sip of water. "So, what's the story with these football buddies of yours?" I asked, nodding towards the group he had been talking to earlier.

David chuckled, "Ah, they're just a bunch of goofballs. Most of them are on the team with me.

We've been together since freshman year, so we're a pretty close-knit group. They're all alright, but sometimes I think they could use a little less testosterone and a little more, I don't know, culture?" David said with a playful smirk.

I laughed, "Yeah, maybe a trip to the museum or an art gallery wouldn't go amiss."

David shrugged, "Hey, I'm game if you are. I might even learn something." His eyes sparkled with amusement, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Alright, deal. You teach me about art, and I'll teach you about football. Seems like a fair trade."

I took a bite of the pizza, savoring the flavor as I considered his offer. "I think that sounds like a plan. But only if you promise to actually try and understand what you're looking at, and not just say 'I could paint that' like my ex used to."

David laughed, a deep, genuine sound that warmed me from the inside out. "I promise to do my best.

Deal," David said, extending his hand. I looked at him for a moment, then smiled and shook his hand, sealing our bargain.

The night wore on, and the party started to wind down. The crowds began to thin, and the music softened. David and I found ourselves sitting on a bench in a quiet corner of the student union, our bodies close but not touching. We talked, laughed, and shared stories, the connection between us growing stronger with each passing moment.

As we talked, I found myself opening up to David in a way I hadn't with anyone else. He listened intently, asking thoughtful questions and offering insightful observations.

I decided to be bold.

“Want to go with me?l” I blurted out suddenly, surprising even myself. David looked at me, his eyes wide with surprise. “Where to?” he asked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Take me back to my place?

It's not far from here," I said, a bit breathless. I couldn't believe I had just invited him back to my apartment. It was unlike me to be so forward, but there was something about David that made me want to take chances.

David's eyes searched mine for a moment before he smiled, slow and warm. "I'd like that," he said, his voice soft. He held out his hand, and I took it, feeling a jolt of electricity at our touch.

We walked back to my place in a comfortable silence, the cool night air wrapping around us like a blanket.

We started kissing immediately. It was passionate and intense. We stumbled into my apartment, our mouths fused together, our hands exploring each other's bodies. I kicked the door shut behind us, and we made our way to my bedroom, a tangle of limbs and desperate need.

David pulled away for a moment, his breath ragged. "Aresa, wait," he said, his voice hoarse with desire.

I looked at him, my heart pounding, my body aching for him. "What's wrong?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

David ran a hand through his hair, his eyes searching mine. "Nothing's wrong. I want to make sure this is what you want.

I don't want you to have any regrets in the morning."

His words were like a cold shower, snapping me out of my haze of desire and reminding me of the reality of the situation. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the racing of my heart.

"David, I... I'm not really sure what I want. I mean, I think I do, but... I'm a little nervous," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

David's face softened, and he pulled me close, wrapping his arms around me and holding me tight.

Part of me wanted to fuck him, but I knew that be awkward and things would end badly. I needed more than that, I needed a connection. I was not going to be just another notch on his bedpost.

"David, please…" I whispered, my breath hot against his neck. "I don't think I can do this tonight."

He pulled back, looking into my eyes. "Aresa, it's okay. Really. We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with." He kissed my forehead softly, and I felt a mixture of relief and disappointment.

"Thank you," I said, my voice barely audible.

David smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

"You don't have to thank me. I want you to be comfortable, Aresa. I want you to feel safe with me."

I nodded, leaning into his touch. "I do feel safe with you, David. That's why I'm here."

David's thumb traced the line of my jaw, his touch gentle and reassuring. "Then we have all the time in the world. We can take things as slow as you need."

I looked up at him, my eyes searching his.

“Good” "I'm glad you understand," I said, my voice barely a whisper.

I smiled, leaning into his touch. "That sounds perfect."

David's eyes locked onto mine, and he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, tender kiss. I melted into him, my arms wrapping around his neck as I deepened the kiss.

David's hands slipped down to my waist, pulling me closer, but this time there was no urgency, no desperation. It was a kiss of understanding, of patience, and it made my heart swell with gratitude.

As we pulled away, David leaned his forehead against mine, his breath mingling with mine. "You know, Aresa, I've been thinking about you since the moment I met you," he whispered.

I smiled, my fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "Is that so? And what exactly have you been thinking?"

David chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Well, I was thinking about how stunning you are. Your eyes, your hair, your smile... you're unlike anyone I've ever met."

I felt a blush creeping up my cheeks, and I looked down for a moment before meeting his gaze once more. "And what else?"

David's thumb traced the line of my cheek, his touch gentle and tender. "I was thinking about how smart you are. How passionate. How you challenge me in a way that no one else ever has. I was thinking about how much I want to get to know you better.

Our bodies felt perfect together. Like we had been designed to fit just right. David's hands ran through my hair, then down my back, and I shivered at the touch. We were fully clothed, but the connection between us was so intense that it felt like we were already naked.

"Aresa," David whispered, his breath hot on my neck. "You have no idea how much I want you."

I pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes. "You don't have to want me, David. I want you too."

His lips curved into a slow smile. "Good. Because I don't want to rush this.

He spent the night. We didn’t have sex. Then he made me breakfast. I woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of David humming a tune I didn't recognize. I rubbed my eyes and looked around my apartment, momentarily disoriented. It took me a second to remember that David had spent the night.

He was in the kitchen, wearing only his jeans, his bare back muscles flexing as he moved around. I couldn't help but admire the view for a moment before clearing my throat to announce my presence.

David turned around, a smile spreading across his face when he saw me. "Morning, beautiful," he said, holding up a mug of coffee.

"I made you one. Black, just like you."

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me at his words. "You remembered."

David nodded, walking over to me and handing me the coffee. "I remember everything about you, Aresa. Even the little things."

I took the mug from him, our fingers brushing briefly. "Thank you. This is perfect."

David leaned against the counter, his eyes studying me intently. "You okay? You seem... quiet."

I took a sip of the coffee, letting the warm liquid ground me. "Yeah, I'm just...

processing last night. It was intense." I admitted, trying to find the right words to express my feelings.

David nodded, his expression softening. "I know what you mean. It was intense for me too. But in a good way, right?" He asked, his eyes searching mine for confirmation.

I smiled, taking another sip of my coffee. "Yeah, in a good way. It's just... I've never felt this way before. It's new territory for me."

David pushed off from the counter and walked over to me, taking my free hand in his. "That's what makes it exciting, though, right? Exploring new territory together.

And explore we did. We were together for several weeks, going on dates, hanging out, having fun. And we held back on having sex. It was something neither of us wanted to rush. We both knew that making love for the first time with someone new was special, and we wanted to make sure the timing was right.

One day, as we were lying on my bed, our bodies close but not touching, David propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at me. "Aresa, can I ask you something?"

I turned my head to look at him, my heart fluttering in my chest. "Of course. What's on your mind?"

“I’m so into you. I have to say I want you. I want to be with you.” David’s voice was earnest, his hazel eyes locked onto mine. “But I also want to make sure that we’re ready. That this is right for both of us.”

I nodded, appreciating his candor. “I understand. I feel the same way.”

I put my hands on his body, exploring him and moving to his stomach. Then down more until I reached in and my fingers touched his stiff cock.

David inhaled sharply and I looked up at him. There was a look in his eyes, one I hadn't seen before, a mixture of want and surrender. He leaned down and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth. I moaned into his kiss, my fingers wrapping around his hard cock.

"God, Aresa," he groaned, his forehead resting against mine. "I want you so badly."

I stroked him slowly, feeling him grow harder in my hand. "I want you too, David," I whispered, my voice thick with desire. “I wanna suck it!”

David's eyes softened, and he cupped my face in his hand.

"Are you sure? We don't have to rush this."

I looked up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. "I'm sure. I want to."

David searched my eyes for a moment before nodding. "Okay. But only if you're comfortable."

I smiled, feeling a sense of empowerment wash over me. "I am. I promise."

David kissed me softly, his hand gently guiding me down his body. I trailed kisses down his chest, his abs, until I reached the waistband of his jeans. I looked up at him, and he nodded, his breath coming in short gasps.

I unbuttoned his jeans, feeling a thrill of anticipation as I lowered the zipper. I could see the bulge in his boxers, straining against the fabric. I hooked my fingers into the waistband and slowly pulled them down, revealing his hard cock.

I swallowed hard, taking in the sight of him. He was bigger than I had expected, and I felt a surge of nervousness mixed with excitement. I had done this before, but it had always been with guys I didn't care about. With David, it felt different. It felt intimate.

I looked up at him, seeking reassurance. He smiled, his eyes warm and encouraging.

I stroked it with a doe-eyes gaze. Licking my lips. I wanted his perfect cock in my mouth. I opened up and took it in. It was a little tricky at first, but I adjusted quickly, taking him deeper with each stroke. David watched me intently, his breath hitching in his throat as I worked my mouth around him.

"Fuck, Aresa," he groaned, his hands fisting the sheets beside him. "You're so good at that."

I looked up at him, a sense of pride washing over me. I felt powerful, wanted. I took him deeper, increasing my pace, my hand working in tandem with my mouth. God I’m so good at giving head.

David's hips began to buck, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

I could feel the tension building in his body, and I knew he was close. I wanted him to come, wanted to taste him, to feel him lose control in my mouth.

I increased my pace, taking him deeper, my throat constricting around him as I swallowed. David's head fell back, his eyes squeezed shut as he let out a low, guttural moan. "Fuck, Aresa, I'm gonna cum... oh god, yes..."

I felt a surge of pride and excitement as I continued to work him with my mouth, my hand stroking him in time with my movements. He’s never had it this good. He grabs my head with both hands as his hips thrust upward, meeting my mouth with every stroke. I can feel his body trembling as he reaches the edge, his breath coming in short, gasping pants.

“Fuck…Aresa…I’m…I’m gonna…” he stammers, his grip on my hair tightening as he loses control.

I feel a surge of exhilaration knowing that I’m the one pushing him over the edge. I take him in as deep as I can, my throat constricting around him as he releases into my mouth. I swallow every drop, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me.

I pull back, looking up at David with a smile. "Good?" I ask, my voice husky with desire and pride and a cocky smirk.

David's eyes open slowly, a look of pure bliss on his face. "Good?" he repeats, as if the word doesn't do justice to the sensation he just experienced. "That was fucking incredible, Aresa. You're amazing at that. Oh my god!"

I climb up the bed, a sense of empowerment and confidence surging through me. I lean down and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. He moans softly, his hands roaming over my body, his touch gentle yet hungry.

"God, Aresa, that was... I don't even have words for it."

I grin, tracing my fingers along the line of his jaw. "Well, that's a first. You usually have words for everything."

David chuckles, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Yeah, well, you rendered me speechless. Not an easy feat, let me tell you."

I lean in and kiss him again, my hand reaching down to stroke his still-hard cock. "I think you're just getting started," I whisper against his lips.

David's breath hitches as my hand wraps around him, my thumb circling the tip.

We end up having two hours of incredible mind blowing sex that leaves each of us completely spent. Afterwards we lay in bed together, panting and glowing from the amazing sexual energy we shared.

Our relationship took off. For the rest of the semester and into the next we were together. We had sex every day and sometimes several times a day. I was so into him. Our nights seemed endless.

And then one night, David looks over at me, his eyes soft and his voice gentle. "Aresa, I've been wanting to tell you something for a while now. But I wasn't sure about how you'd react.

I look over at him, curious. "What is it?"

He takes a deep breath and exhales slowly. "I used to have a high school sweetheart. Her name was Karen. We were together for two years. We were inseparable. But... something happened that made us drift apart.

I haven't been able to move on completely, and I'm not sure I want to. I've tried to, but she's always been there, lingering in the back of my mind. I'm sorry, Aresa. I didn't want to bring this up, but I think it's only fair that you know."

Fuck, now he tells me? David's words hung in the air between us, heavy and weighted with significance. I felt jealousy in my heart, but I tried to push it away, reminding myself that David was being honest with me. That had to count for something, right?

I took a deep breath and tried to steady my voice. "Thank you for telling me, David. It took guts, and I appreciate your honesty."

His shoulders visibly relaxed, and he let out a sigh of relief. You're not mad?"

I shook my head. "No, I'm not mad. Surprised, yes, but not mad. I wish you had told me sooner. Before things got... complicated between us."

David nodded, running a hand through his hair. "I know. I should have. But I was afraid that if I told you, you'd run in the other direction.

I need some time to process this." "Of course, Aresa. Take all the time you need. I just wanted to be honest with you. I care about you too much to keep this a secret."

I looked away for a moment, trying to gather my thoughts. When I looked back at David, there was a determination in my eyes. "David, I appreciate your honesty. Really, I do. But I need to know, where does this leave us? Do you want to be with me, or are you still hung up on her?"

David reached out and took my hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

"Aresa, look at me. What I'm about to say, I mean it. I want to be with you. I'm not saying that I don't still have feelings for Karen because that would be a lie. But I'm not with her anymore. I'm here, with you, because I choose to be. Because I want to be."

His eyes were sincere and imploring, and for a moment, I believed him. But the doubt lingered, like a bitter taste in my mouth.

I pulled my hand away, needing some space to think clearly. "David, I appreciate your honesty, truly. But I need time.

I need to figure out how I feel about all this. It's not just about you and me, it's about me and my past too."

David nodded, his expression understanding. And I'll give you all the time you need. Just know that I'm here, and I want to be with you. But I'm not going to pressure you into anything. That's not fair to either of us."

I let out a shaky breath, trying to sort through the whirlwind of emotions inside me. "Thank you, David. I... I need some space right now.