Chapter 13: Winding Down
Maggie wakes first.
Claire is still asleep, but Maggie expected that. Claire had a night, after all. There was no sign of Abby until Maggie found the note stuck to their mirror. Per the note, Abby was joining a "study group" (the quotation marks were Abby's), and Maggie and Claire should not wait around for her return. Maggie changed clothes and then checked her phone for the time--just after 2. Maybe Leo would like a late lunch. She headed out to his dorm in a clean shirt and clean shorts. She wondered if it might be too chill for the shorts, but she looked in the mirror and liked what she saw, so she decided she would endure the potential chill.
The afternoon sun was still warm, but there was a crisp edge to the air that hinted at the coming evening. A breeze picked up as she stepped out of the dorm, lifting the hem of her shorts just enough to make her shiver. She tugged at the fabric, smoothing it back down, but not before a couple of guys walking past glanced her way. Maggie ignored them, her mind already on Leo.
Leo’s dorm was on the other side of campus, and she took her time walking there, enjoying the quiet of the weekend. The quad was dotted with students sprawled across the grass, some studying, others tossing a frisbee back and forth.
Maggie cut across the center of the quad, her backpack slung over one shoulder, the straps digging into her skin just enough to add a subtle pressure that helped ground her. She didn’t mind the attention. In fact, she preferred it this way—just enough to feel noticed, but not so much that she felt exposed. Her shorts rode up slightly with every step, the fabric riding just above her hips in a way that felt both comfortable and intentional. She could feel the warmth of the sun on her thighs, the breeze lifting her hair in loose waves around her shoulders.
When she reached Leo's dorm, she went on in and down the hall. It being an athletes' dorm, she got a few questioning looks and more admiring stares. When she reached Leo's door, she knocked and went inside when she heard a faint "Come in!" Leo was sitting in a chair with no shirt on, playing a video game. When Maggie entered and set down her bag, he put the controller away and patted his lap. Maggie grinned and climbed atop him, putting her arms around his neck and kissing a soft welcome.
Leo's arms wrapped around her waist, his hands warm through the thin fabric of her shirt. His skin was still damp from a recent shower, the scent of his body wash—something fresh and citrusy—lingering in the air. The muscles in his arms flexed as he pulled her closer, and Maggie could feel the heat radiating from his chest.
"You look good," Leo murmured against her lips, his voice rough with something more than just affection. His hands slid down to cup her ass, fingers kneading the soft flesh through her shorts.
Maggie giggled, feeling a familiar warmth spread through her. "You look like you’ve been working out," she teased, running her fingers through his damp hair. It was still slightly tousled, a few strands sticking up in a way that made her want to kiss him again just to smooth them down.
Leo smirked, his hands tightening slightly on her waist before sliding up to tangle in her hair. "Yeah, well, I’ve been keeping busy." His voice was low, almost a growl, and it sent a shiver down Maggie’s spine.
Before she could respond, Leo stood abruptly, lifting her effortlessly as if she weighed nothing. Maggie yelped in surprise, her fingers gripping his shoulders for balance. He carried her over to his bed, setting her down gently before climbing beside her.
The mattress dipped under his weight, and Maggie rolled into him instinctively. Leo’s hands were already sliding under her shirt, his calloused fingers tracing the soft skin of her stomach before moving higher to cup her breasts through her bra. Maggie arched into his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“You’re insatiable,” Leo murmured against her neck, his breath hot on her skin.
Maggie laughed, tilting her head to give him better access. “I'm insatiable? You put me here! All I did was greet my boyfriend!"
Leo’s fingers found the clasp of her bra, and with a practiced flick, it came undone. He pulled the fabric away, exposing her to the cool air of the room.
Maggie shivered, but not from the temperature—from the way his dark eyes raked over her like she was something edible. His thumbs circled her nipples, teasing the delicate skin until they hardened into tight peaks.
"You've been thinking about this all day," he murmured, voice rough with anticipation.
Maggie swallowed hard, her pulse thrumming in her throat. She nodded, unable to form words. Leo's smirk deepened as he leaned down, capturing one stiff peak between his lips. The heat of his mouth sent a jolt straight to her core, making her hips lift involuntarily. But despite the lack of foreplay, Leo was not being truly aggressive. His mouth was soft on her breasts, and his fingers moved over her body gently, as if he was exploring. Maggie was all in for exploration and just responded to his touches.
She tangled her fingers in his hair, her back arching off the bed as he sucked gently on one nipple before switching to the other. The contrast of his warm mouth and the cool air on her skin made her shiver, her thighs pressing together instinctively.
Leo’s free hand slid down her stomach, tracing slow, teasing circles around her belly button before dipping beneath the waistband of her shorts. Maggie’s breath hitched as his fingers grazed the sensitive skin just above her pubic bone, his touch feather-light but deliberate.
"You’re so responsive," Leo murmured against her skin, his breath hot and damp. "I love that about you."
Maggie whimpered, her hips lifting slightly in invitation. Her fingers tangled in his hair. "Really, my responsivity?" she snickered. "Not my wit, my astonishing good looks, my devastating good taste in men, but how I react when you focus on my erogenous zones?" She laughed and pulled his head harder against her breast.
"You love me because I’m easy!", she joked. Leo’s chuckle was low and rumbling against her skin, his lips lingering on her nipple as he teased, "Only in the best ways."
Maggie’s breath hitched when his fingers finally slipped beneath the waistband of her shorts. The first touch was feather-light, tracing the crease where thigh met hip before sliding lower. His fingertips were warm, callused from weight-lufting—rough enough to make her shiver, soft enough to make her melt.
"You’re *soaked*," Leo murmured against her breast, his voice dark with satisfaction.
Maggie’s hips jerked. "Of course I am!" she gasped. "Your mouth is *everywhere*!"
Leo's lips curled into a satisfied smirk against her skin before he finally—finally—let his fingers slide lower, brushing against the damp fabric of her panties. Maggie whimpered, her thighs parting just enough to give him better access. His fingers teased her through the thin cotton, applying just the right amount of pressure to make her squirm.
Maggie's back arched off the mattress as Leo's fingers began to explore her properly, tracing slow circles around her clit through the damp fabric. Her fingers tightened in his hair, pulling lightly as a moan escaped her lips.
The slow circles he traced around her clit through the damp fabric of her panties were maddening—just enough pressure to tease, never enough to satisfy. Leo's breath was hot against her skin as he kissed his way up her stomach, his lips lingering just above the waistband of her shorts.
"You're *killing* me," Maggie breathed, her voice trembling.
Leo chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating against her skin. "That's the idea." With that, he finally hooked his fingers into the waistband of her shorts and panties, peeling them both down in one smooth motion.
Maggie kicked her legs free, her bare ass pressing into the bedsheets as the cool air hit her dripping pussy.
Leo groaned, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of her exposed. His fingers traced the slick folds of her labia, spreading her open just enough to expose her clit, already swollen and glistening.
"You're *perfect*," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He leaned down, his breath hot against her core, and gave her clit a slow, deliberate lick.
Maggie gasped, her hips jerking off the bed as pleasure shot through her.
Leo’s tongue was warm and insistent as it circled her clit, slow and deliberate, like he had all the time in the world to worship her. His hands gripped her thighs, holding her open, his fingers digging into the soft flesh just enough to leave a delicious pressure against her bones.
"You taste *amazing*," he murmured against her, his voice rough with desire. His breath fanned across her sensitive nerves, making her shiver. He flicked his tongue upward, tracing the length of her slit before focusing back on her clit, swirling in tight, rhythmic circles.
Maggie’s fingers tangled in the sheets, twisting the fabric as she arched her back, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
Leo’s tongue was relentless—each slow, deliberate drag of his tongue sent pleasure coiling tighter inside her, radiating outward in waves. She could feel herself getting wetter with every passing second, her arousal dripping down her ass, soaking into the sheets beneath her.
Leo groaned, the vibration of his voice against her skin sending another jolt of pleasure through her. His fingers tightened on her thighs, his thumbs brushing against the sensitive skin just below her hips. "You’re *so* beautiful," he murmured, his breath hot against her wetness.
Maggie whimpered, her hips rolling involuntarily towards his mouth. "Baby, have you been practicing?" she asked, her voice trembling. Leo grinned against her moist labia, then slid his middle finger inside her, moving it slow and deep, rotating it inside her. "I just want to please you, Maggie, like you do me all the time." Leo's voice was thick and raspy, his breath hot and damp against her clit as he spoke. His finger moved again, slow and deep, the knuckles pressing against her front inner wall with each thrust. Maggie gasped, her back arching as another wave of pleasure crashed through her. With each deliberate stroke, his fingertip brushed a hidden spot inside her that made her toes curl. Leo's tongue still worked her clit in slow, methodical circles, each pass sending fresh shivers through her. Maggie’s fingers tangled in Leo’s damp hair, her hips rolling in slow, desperate circles against his face. Each flick of his tongue against her clit sent a jolt of pleasure straight through her, her body trembling with the effort of holding back.
Leo’s free hand slid up her stomach, his calloused fingers tracing the curve of her waist before finding her breast. He cupped it firmly, his thumb brushing over her hardened nipple in time with the slow, deliberate strokes of his tongue. Maggie gasped, her back arching off the bed as pleasure coiled tighter inside her.
"You’re *so* close," Leo murmured against her, his voice rough with desire. Maggie nodded and threw her head back against the pillow. "I always am with you, baby. You drive me crazy..." Leo growled as he felt Maggie's inner muscles clasping at his finger.
He could feel her getting closer, her breathing becoming more ragged, her body trembling. He added another finger, stretching her gently as he crooked them inside her, pressing against that sensitive spot that made her gasp and her hips jerk.
Maggie's fingers tightened in his hair, her nails scraping lightly against his scalp as she pulled him closer. "Oh god, Leo—don't stop, please don't stop," she whimpered, her voice trembling with need.
Leo didn't. He kept his fingers moving inside her, his tongue working her clit in slow, deliberate circles. The combination of sensations was too much for Maggie to handle. She came undone under his intense gaze, her hips fucking his finger as her hot cunt grasped at it. Leo smiled and kissed her clit softly before sliding up beside her and kissing her mouth in the same way. Maggie moaned, tasting herself on his lips and tongue.
They lay together, breathing each other's breaths, Maggie ecstatic at the gentle but powerful lovemaking. Leo kept his fingers inside her, enjoying the pulse of Maggie's muscles, every now and again moving them, reminding Maggie that they were there.
Maggie turned and cupped Leo's face. "Baby, tell me--what did you really think of fucking on front of that guy in the shower yesterday?" She kissed him softly and searched his eyes. "I really want to know what excites you, what fantasies you might have." Maggie’s voice was soft, her fingers tracing the faint stubble along Leo’s jawline.
Leo exhaled slowly, his breath warm against her palm. He rolled onto his side, facing her, their bodies still tangled in the sheets. His thumb brushed over her bottom lip as he considered her question. The room was quiet now, save for the distant hum of the dorm’s old radiator and the occasional laugh from students walking past outside.
"It was hot," he admitted finally, his voice low. "Not just the view—though, let's be real, seeing you like that is always a fucking dream—but the way you reacted." He paused, searching her gaze. "You got so confident.
So *free*," Leo continued, his fingers tracing idle patterns on Maggie's hip. "It was like watching you step into a part of yourself you didn't even know existed. And the way you looked at me when he was watching us—like you were daring me to keep going, to show him exactly how good I could make you feel..." His voice trailed off, his eyes darkening with the memory.
Maggie felt a flush creep up her neck, her body still humming from her orgasm. "You liked that I was on display," she murmured, biting her lip. "That someone else was seeing what you do to me."
Leo's thumb pressed gently against her bottom lip, pulling it free from her teeth.
"I liked that you were *mine*," he corrected softly, his voice rough. "And I liked that they got to see it. That you were so unashamed in your pleasure. That you trusted me enough to let me take care of you like that in front of someone else." His fingers tightened on her hip, pulling her closer until their bodies aligned perfectly. "Does that make me a terrible person?"
Maggie laughed, low and breathless, her fingers tracing the curve of his shoulder. "No, baby. It makes you *real*. That's the kind of person I am too." She tilted her head, her eyes searching his.
"I think it makes you *human*," she said softly. "We both liked it. That's not something to be ashamed of. And if it turns us on to share that with someone else, then why not? It's not hurting anyone."
Leo exhaled, his body relaxing against hers. "You're right," he murmured, pressing his forehead to hers. "I just... I don't want you to think I'm some kind of freak for liking that."
Maggie shook her head, her fingers tangling in his hair. "You're not a freak, Leo. You're *mine*," she said, echoing his words from earlier. "And I love everything about you. Even the parts that make you nervous," Maggie said, her voice soft but firm. She shifted closer, her bare thigh pressing against his. The sheets were still tangled around them, warm from their bodies. The scent of sex lingered in the air, mixed with the faint citrus of Leo's body wash and the musky sweetness of Maggie's arousal.
Leo's fingers traced idle patterns on her hip, his touch feather-light. "I've never felt this way before," he admitted quietly. "Like I want to show you off, but also keep you all to myself. It's confusing."
Maggie smiled softly, her fingers playing with the damp curls at the nape of his neck. "I understand, I really do. And now I'm going to tease you." She turned her head to grin at him. "There are clubs, not far from here, where we can do whatever we want together, and people will watch." Maggie's voice was playful but hesitant, her fingers tracing the line of Leo's jaw. "We could go sometime. If you want."
Leo's eyes darkened with interest, but he hesitated. "You mean like... a sex club?"
Maggie nodded, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Yeah. Abby told me about one. It's called *The Velvet Hour*. It's not sleazy or anything. It's actually really nice. People go there to explore, to be open about their desires. No judgment."
Leo exhaled slowly, his fingers tightening on her hip. "You've been thinking about this, haven't you?" Maggie lifted herself up on one arm and looked down at him.
"Honestly, Leo, I haven't. I remembered it last night. I'm telling you because it's part of our shared experience, and you said you kinda liked it." She kissed him hard. "I like turning you on, and it turned me on. A lot. So I mentioned it to my lover. You don't have to say anything if you have nothing to say yet. And I'm not asking. Just saying it exists." Maggie leaned down to kiss him again, her lips soft and lingering. "It's not a demand. It's just an idea. A possibility."
Leo's fingers traced slow circles on her hip, his mind clearly racing. "You're serious," he murmured against her lips.
Maggie nodded, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. "I'm serious, but I'm not pushing. I just want you to know that if you ever wanted to... explore that side of things, there's a place where we could do it safely. Together."
Leo exhaled slowly, his breath warm against her skin. "I've never been to anything like that before," he admitted, his voice quiet.
"I mean, I've heard of places like that, but I've never actually thought about going to one."
Maggie smiled softly, her fingers still tangled in his hair. "Neither have I," she confessed. "But I trust you, Leo. And I trust Abby. If she says it's a good place, then I believe her."
Leo's eyes searched hers, his expression a mix of curiosity and hesitation. "And you'd want to go with me?"
Maggie nodded without hesitation. "Of course. I want to experience everything with you, Leo. The good, the bad, the exciting, the scary. All of it."
Leo's fingers tightened on her hip, his thumb brushing against her skin.
"And what if I told you I don't want to go?" he asked softly, searching her gaze.
Maggie's smile didn't waver, but her eyes flickered with something—curiosity, maybe even excitement. "Then I'd say we won’t go," she said simply. "We'll just fuck in the bathroom on occasion." Her smile turned goofy and she blipped his nose. "I'm just glad you told me about your fantasy, baby." She kissed him again, her hands moving over his chest. "Anything really filthy on your fantasy list?" Her question was nonchalant, and she squeezed his finger inside her as she asked.
Leo's eyes widened, and he let out a surprised laugh, his body tensing beneath her.
"Jesus, Maggie," he breathed, his voice rough. "You're *still* so tight."
Maggie smirked, rolling her hips just enough to make him groan. "I'm just keeping you on your toes," she teased, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. The room was quiet except for their breathing and the distant hum of the dorm's air conditioning. She could feel his heart beating beneath her palm, steady and strong.
Leo's fingers flexed inside her, his thumb pressing against her clit in slow, deliberate circles. Maggie gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders.
"Oh fuck—Leo—"
His thumb moved faster, the pressure perfect as his fingers curled inside her, crooking against that spot that made her vision whiten at the edges. The other hand slid up to grip her hip, pulling her down onto his touch while his mouth crashed against hers—part desperation, part possession.
"You're gonna make me cum just from this," she panted against his lips, her hips stuttering uncontrollably now as pleasure coiled tighter.
Leo's chuckle was dark. "Good." His mouth trailed down her throat, teeth grazing just hard enough to make her gasp as his fingers worked her relentlessly. Maggie whimpered and then growled. "You're just trying to avoid answering my question, cheater!" Then Maggie's back arched, her fingers clawing at his shoulders as she felt the first warning tremors of her orgasm building inside her.
Her breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, her thighs trembling as she pressed herself harder against his hand, needing more pressure, more friction, anything to tip her over the edge.
Leo’s fingers never stopped moving—his middle finger still crooked inside her, pressing against that sensitive spot while his thumb worked her clit in tight, relentless circles. His mouth was hot against her neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin beneath her ear, his breath hot and ragged against her skin.
"You’re close," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "Let go, Maggie. I’ve got you," Leo whispered against her throat, his voice a dark promise.
Maggie heaved a huge sigh and then squirted a little as she surrendered to Leo's ministrations. He cooed to her as her body was wracked with trembling, the release reverberating inside her. When she finally caught her breath, his finger remained inside her, but she turned a little and gave him a playful angry face. "You did that on purpose, using my body against me! Now you have to tell me your fantasy, your deepest darkest secret desire!" She leaned back against him, her hand reaching back to card through his hair.
"You're *such* a cheater," she murmured, but there was no real heat in her voice. Her body still trembled with the aftershocks of her orgasm, her skin flushed and warm. Leo's fingers remained inside her, his touch gentle now, as if he was savoring the way her body still pulsed around him.
Leo chuckled, his breath warm against her neck. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said, his voice a low rumble. "I was just helping you relax."
Maggie snorted, shifting her weight slightly so she could look at him over her shoulder. "Relax?" Her eyes were bright and playful. "Tell me, lover. Let me help you make it happen. Best fantasy." Leo's voice was thick with desire, his fingers still curled inside her, but his touch had softened. He was quiet for a long moment, his gaze fixed on the ceiling as if searching for the right words. Maggie waited, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest, her body still humming with the afterglow of her orgasm.
"I've always been curious about... sharing you," he finally admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Not in a way that's disrespectful or like you're some kind of object. But the idea of someone else watching us, seeing how good we are together, how much you enjoy it..." He paused, his fingers flexing inside her. "I think it's hot, the idea of someone else knowing how good you feel. How good we are. It’s possessive, but not in a bad way. Just... thrilling, I guess." His voice grew softer. "Does that make me sick?"
Maggie’s breath hitched, then she hissed. "No, baby, no, no. Not sick at all." She rolled to face him fully, her hand resting on his chest over his steady heartbeat. The sheets had tangled around their legs, but neither of them seemed to mind. She caressed his cheek. "In your vision of this, are you just watching or are you participating too?" Her fingers remained gentle on his face, her eyes soft and loving. But Leo did notice that Maggie still remained warm and moist around his fingers, and he realized the conversation was exciting for her too.
Maggie was biting her bottom lip, her eyes wide and pupils blown wide with lust. She was relishing his fantasy and her body was craving more of him. His fingers contracted slightly inside her and she whimpered.
“Oh god,” she breathed, her nails digging into his chest. “Yes, baby. Oh my god, that’s—” She swallowed hard, her hips rolling involuntarily against his touch. “That’s so hot. The idea of someone watching us… knowing how good you make me feel…” She looked at him closely. "What would have happened if, while we were in the shower with that guy, what if I had leaned over and kissed his cock?" Maggie's voice was low, almost a whisper, but her eyes were bright with curiosity. "Would you have been mad? Or would you have... liked it?"
Leo's fingers stilled inside her, his breath catching. The air between them felt charged, electric. Maggie could see the muscles in his jaw tense, the way his throat worked as he swallowed hard. His fingers flexed slightly inside her, and she felt a fresh wave of arousal at the realization that her words were affecting him.
"I don't know," he admitted finally, his voice rough. "I think... I think I would have liked it. But I don't know if I could have handled it well. I might have gotten jealous, or I might have gotten so turned on that I couldn't think straight." Leo's voice was thick with uncertainty, but his fingers remained inside her, his touch gentle but insistent. "I don't know if I would have been able to control myself."
Maggie's fingers traced the line of his jaw, her touch feather-light. "You don't have to control yourself," she murmured, her voice soft but firm. "That's the whole point. I think it's about letting go, about exploring what feels good. There's no right or wrong way to react, as long as we're both comfortable with it." Maggie stroked his cheek again, then kissed his mouth softly. "I feel so close to you right now." Maggie whispered against Leo's lips, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "I want to know everything about you, every secret, every fantasy, every desire. You can tell me anything, Leo. I promise I won't judge."
Leo's breath hitched as Maggie's fingers trailed down his chest, her touch feather-light but deliberate. "You're the only person I've ever felt this safe with," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. His fingers flexed inside her, his touch gentle but insistent. "I don't want to mess this up."
Maggie shook her head, her eyes soft and loving. "You won't mess this up, Leo. We're in this together." Maggie paused and studied him closely again. "Leo, my darkest fantasy is to be used, to be the center of a gangbang of men and women. And you either watching or, even better, joining in." She lightly kissed his mouth. "So, if you're sick, what does that make me?" Maggie whispered, her voice thick with lust and curiosity. She bit down on her lower lip, her fingers tracing the outline of his jaw. "I want to be watched. I want to be seen."
"Maggie," he breathed, his voice rough with desire. "You're not sick. You're just honest. And so am I." Leo's fingers tightened around her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush against each other. The sheets were tangled around their legs, the air thick with the scent of sex and the faint citrus of Leo's body wash. Maggie could feel the steady beat of his heart against her chest, the warmth of his skin seeping into hers.
Maggie's fingers traced the curve of his shoulder, her touch light but deliberate. "I want to explore this with you," she murmured, her voice soft but firm. "Not because I need it, but because I want to share everything with you. Even the parts that might be a little bit scary. We never have to act on it, but we can if we ever feel like it." She looked into his eyes with honest love. "Is it okay if we talk about these again?" Maggie asked, her fingers still tracing lazy patterns on Leo's chest.
Leo nodded slowly. Of course." He exhaled softly, his fingers gently curling inside her. His other hand stroked her hip, his touch warm and comforting. "I've never had a girlfriend before you," he admitted quietly. "I've never... wanted to share someone like this."
Maggie arched against him. "With other girls, you mean?"
Leo nodded, his thumb brushing against her skin. "Not like this. Never like this."
There was a moment of silence between them, thick with understanding. Maggie could feel his breath against her skin, slow and steady. His fingers remained inside her, his touch gentle but insistent.
Maggie's mouth found his for a long moment. "That's okay. I never had a boyfriend until you came along, lover. You are the most beautiful man I have ever known." Maggie whispered against Leo’s lips, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. The words hung between them, heavy with sincerity. Leo’s fingers flexed inside her, his touch tender but deliberate. His eyes were dark with emotion, his breath warm against her skin.
"You make me feel like I can be anything," he murmured, his voice rough with vulnerability. His fingers slid from her, leaving her aching for more, but his hand stayed on her hip, grounding her. "Like I don’t have to be perfect. Just... me."
Maggie smiled softly, her fingers tangling in his hair. "You’re already perfect, Leo," she said, her voice steady and sure.
"You’re perfect for *me*."
The words settled between them like a promise, warm and unshakable. Leo’s fingers tightened on her hip, pulling her closer until their bodies were flush, skin against skin. The air in the room felt charged, thick with something more than just desire—something deeper, something that made Maggie’s chest ache in the best way.
Leo exhaled, his breath warm against her lips. "I want to try it," he said suddenly, his voice low and rough. "The club. With you."
Maggie’s breath caught. She hadn’t expected him to say it so soon, but the way his eyes burned into hers told her he meant it. She nodded. "Then we will. We won't rush into. And we'll make plans, make sure we both know are ready for it." She grinned and kissed in front of his ear, then whispered. "Do I get to watch you fuck other women?" She lifted her head and wiggled her eyebrows.
Maggie's breath was warm against his ear, her voice playful yet laced with genuine curiosity. She felt Leo's body tense slightly beneath her, his fingers flexing against her hip.
Leo let out a shaky breath, his mind racing. The idea of it sent a jolt of heat straight to his groin, but it also made his stomach clench with something unfamiliar—something that felt like both excitement and fear tangled together. "I... I don't know," he admitted, his voice rough. His fingers tightened on her hip, his touch almost desperate.
Maggie placed a finger over his lips. "We can talk about it when we make plans. I shouldn't have surprised you with that question." She kissed him around her fingers then murmured, "I'm sorry. I love you."
Before they could go any further down this path, Maggie heaved herself away from Leo, his fingers sliding from her. "So, the reason I really came by was to see if you were interested in an early dinner. And I suspect, that now dinner won't be early after you assaulted me so prettily." She put her wrists on his shoulder. "Food, boyfriend?" Maggie asked sweetly. She fluffed her hair out like one getting ready for a night out. She swung her legs off the bed, letting them dangle for a moment before standing. She stretched, intentionally pressing her breasts together, and giving Leo a sly smile as she turned to face him.
Leo’s eyes darkened, his gaze sweeping over her bare skin with obvious appreciation. He sat up slowly, his fingers flexing against the sheets like he was resisting the urge to pull her back down. "You’re cruel," he muttered, but there was no real heat in his voice. He stood, his body moving with the easy grace of someone used to physical exertion—soccer had honed that for him.
He reached out, pulling Maggie against him again before she could step away, his arms wrapping around her waist and lifting her off the ground. Maggie gasped, her fingers flying to his shoulders for balance as he spun her lightly before setting her back down.
"Dinner sounds good," he said, his voice dropping into that low, affectionate tone that always made butterflies take flight in her stomach. But then he added, with a playful smirk, "But only if you promise to wear those shorts again."
Maggie laughed, swatting at his chest. "You’re impossible," she said, but her smile was wide, her eyes bright with affection. She canted her hips, then found her panties and shorts before pulling them on. "I call these my Leo shorts for a reason, you know." Maggie said, as she turned to face him, her hands smoothing the fabric over her hips. "They're the ones you love to see me in, and the ones I love to wear for you."
Leo's eyes followed the movement of her hands, his gaze darkening. "You're dangerous," he murmured, stepping closer to her. His fingers brushed against her waist, tracing the hem of her shorts with a feather-light touch. "I swear, you're going to be the death of me."
Maggie laughed, leaning into his touch. "And you love every second of it," she teased, her voice soft but confident. She raised a finger to him. "And before you get all revved up, I really do have some studying to do tonight before you make me all hot and sweaty for you." Maggie said this while putting on her bra, then her shirt. "I've got a test on Monday that I *must* pass, and Abby is going to quiz me on it. So that leaves you to drill me before...you know, you drill me." She blushed at her unintentional pun.
Leo pulled a shirt over his head, his expression softening. "You'll pass," he said firmly. "You always do."
Maggie smiled, her fingers working the buttons of her shorts. "Yeah, but if I study some more, it's not just a possibility, it's a sure thing. So dinner, studying, then sleeping together, in that order. Okay mister?" She poked him on the chest playfully.
Leo raised his hands in surrender. "As long as there is sleeping together in there at some point, I'm fine." Maggie nodded and grabbed his hand, pulling him out of the room and to the cafeteria.
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Maggie woke the next morning with Leo's head on her breast. She sighed as she looked down at him, drooling on her tit. She gently ran her fingers through his hair, remembering their antics of the night before. Leo had devised a study aid that consisted of an orgasm for her with each question she got right and one for him for each one she got wrong. Eventually, Maggie took pity on him after a while and removed his fingers from her hungry cunt and sat on his stiff cock. Studying went off the rails after that.
Maggie did a little self-assessment as she thought of their play. She felt really good, hopelessly falling for Leo, and her pussy was humming right along, not the least bit sore or tired. She briefly pondered waking Leo, but it was a Sunday, the universal day of sleep for university students. She pulled her books together and put them in her bag, then pulled Leo's oversized towel around her shoulders and walked to the bathroom for a shower. It was early; surely no one would be there. She poked her head in the bathroom and was happy to know she was right.
She stood under the hot water lathering her hair when she head the door open and close. She turned to greet Leo but saw instead the same young man who had watched her and Leo fuck on Friday. His towel was on the floor and his cock was already throbbing as it grew.
She smiled brightly. "Hi, I'm Maggie. But you probably know that already." She lathered up her soap really hard and began to wash her breasts.
The fellow nodded, unsure what to do with his hands. "Yeah. Umm, Brad."
Maggie smiled. "Morning, Brad. It's going to be a beautiful day." Her hands moved down her sides to her waist, and her eyes never left his. After a moment of silence, she moved closer to Brad. "My boyfriend and I were discussing our encounter on Friday. He's thinking it was kind of hot. What do you think?" Maggie asked Brad leaning forward and letting the soap suds cascade down her chest into the water pooling at her feet. Brad watched the water slide down her body, his eyes never leaving hers. He swallowed hard, his cock twitching. "I thought you were amazing," Brad admitted, his voice rough. "Both of you." Maggie smiled, stepping closer to him, the water cascading down her body as she did. "You enjoyed watching us?" Brad nodded, his eyes dark with desire. "Very much." Maggie bit her lower lip, her eyes never leaving his as she reached out and wrapped her fingers around his hard length.
Her hand moved lower and she was lightly scrubbing her labia. She arched her body for him, pushing her breasts toward him. Maggie whispered, "So what was the best part, Brad? Me naked, me getting fucked, or you coming for me, twice?" Brad's mouth dropped open and his hand flew to his rigid cock, stroking its full length. Maggie's eyes remained on his face even as his eyes devoured her wet body. Finally, his eyes returned to hers. "Two orgasms," he got out at last.
Maggie’s smile widened, her eyes dark with lust and bright with merriment all at once. She stepped back into the stream of water and began rinsing her hair and body. "That's a good honest answer, Brad. Just for future reference, the correct answer is my being naked. I mean, fuck, Brad, you got to see every bit of me, didn't you? Am I not spectacular?"
Maggie asked, her voice playful as she turned under the shower stream, letting the water cascade over her body. Her fingers traced lazy circles over her skin, emphasizing the curves of her breasts and the dip of her waist. Brad’s breath hitched, his hand still wrapped around his cock, his eyes glued to her.
"Absolutely," he managed, his voice thick with desire. "You’re... incredible."
Maggie laughed softly, the sound echoing against the tiled walls of the shower. "That’s what I like to hear." She stepped closer to him again, her body glistening with water, her skin flushed from the heat. Her voice dropped lower, as if she was conspiring with him. "So Brad, my boyfriend decided that if you stumble upon us again in the shower, I might get to help you come. With my fingers or maybe even my mouth. Isn't my boyfriend generous?" Maggie cooed, her fingers continuing to glide over her skin as she maintained eye contact with Brad. The steam from the hot shower filled the small space, creating a cloud of warmth and intimacy. Her free hand reached out, gently grasping the soap and pouring more into her palm before she began lathering up her body again. Brad’s gaze was transfixed on her every movement, his hand still stroking his cock with slow, measured strokes.
The water cascaded down Maggie’s body, the suds clinging to her skin before washing away. She leaned in closer to Brad, her wet hair clinging to her shoulders, her lips parted slightly as she spoke.
"You know, Brad, I really like the way you look at me. Like you can't get enough of me." Maggie's voice was a low purr, her fingers tracing the contours of her body as she spoke. She stepped closer to him, the water from the showerhead spraying over both of them, creating a sensual mist that clung to their skin.
Brad swallowed hard, his eyes locked on hers. "You're so beautiful, Maggie," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.
Maggie smiled, her fingers close to brushing against his chest. "Unfortunately, Brad, Leo is not here. And the rule is that he has to be present too." She moved back under the water and rinsed again, turning her back to Brad and spreading her buttock so he could see her ass and pussy." Maggie sighed, "He really enjoys sleeping in on Sundays." She turned her head to glance over her shoulder at Brad, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "But I'm sure you already know that, since you've seen him in all his glory." Her fingers traced the curve of her ass, teasingly slow, as she watched his reaction.
Brad’s breath hitched, his cock twitching in his hand. "I—uh—yeah, I’ve seen him," he stammered, his voice thick with arousal. "But it’s not the same as seeing *you*."
Maggie laughed softly, the sound echoing in the steam-filled shower. She reached up and turned the water off, then pulled the towel from the hook it was hanging on. She began to buff herself dry, concentrating on her nipples more than was strictly necessary. Her eyes returned to Brad, and she slowly licked her lips.
Brad grunted and, just like Friday, there was a river of his thick cum at Maggie's feet. She smiled delightedly to Brad. "Thank you! What a thoughtful gift!" Brad's entire body turned red. Maggie took pity and put the towel over her shoulders, then approached him. As he watched, she leaned into him in the classic calendar girl pose, what foot delicately raised. Her almost nude breasts rubbed on his chest as she demurely kissed his cheek. Then, as he pondered what the right response should be, she reached lower and swiped her hand along his cock, scooping up the remnants of his orgasm, then popped her fingers in his mouth.
Brad just muttered, "Oh fuck."
Maggie nodded and whispered, "Indeed." She kissed his cheek again. "I hope to see you again, Brad. *Real* soon." Then she walked to the door and out in her makeshift towel-robe.
She was still smiling as she walked down the hall to Leo's room, her body humming with the thrill of the encounter. The door to the room was ajar, and she could hear Leo’s light snoring through the crack. She went in quietly and shut the door. She gathered her clothes, but before she put any on, she took a picture of her naked body in front of his mirror, which she texted to him with the message, "Always thinking of you, baby." Then she quickly got dressed, grabbed her bookbag, and left to go back to her own dorm room.
She appreciated the outdoors as she walked. Even though it was only around 8, it promised to be one of the last mild days before winter hit in full force. When she got to the door to her room, she grinned at the sounds she could hear, the groans of people mutually celebrating each other. Oh how she loves her slut-sisters.
Except when she walked in, she found Abby sitting cross-legged on Maggie's own bed, while Claire was stretched out on Abby's bed, legs wrapped around a woman happily pumping Claire with a strap-on in her soggy cunt. Maggie blinked a couple of times, then sat beside Abby, kissing her cheek and curling their fingers together. "What's going on, Abs?"
Abby turned to Maggie and gave her a soft kiss, then leaned on her. "Dunno. Got back about 20 minutes ago and found this...".
Abby's voice trailed off as she watched Claire's face contort in pleasure, her fingers digging into the sheets as the strap-on worked her over with slow, deliberate thrusts. The woman between Claire's legs was a stranger to Maggie—tall, with a cascade of dark curls and a confident smirk that suggested she knew exactly what she was doing. The air in the room was thick with the scent of sex, the sound of skin slapping against skin, and the occasional gasp or moan that escaped Claire’s lips.
Maggie leaned into Abby, her shoulder pressing against her roommate’s. "Who’s the new girl?" she asked, her voice low but curious.
Abby shrugged, her fingers tightening around Maggie’s. "No idea. Neither of them have responded to my questions excepts with grunts and happy sounds. It's like I don't exist." Maggie watched as Claire’s back arched, her body trembling as the stranger’s thrusts grew harder, deeper. The woman’s hands gripped Claire’s hips, pulling her closer with each movement. Maggie felt a familiar warmth spread through her, her body responding to the raw, unfiltered display of passion unfolding before her.
Maggie turned to Abby, her voice dropping to a whisper. "You’re not joining in?" Abby smirked, her eyes never leaving the scene. "Well, you know me, I considered it. But then I realized that neither of these people strictly have permission to be in our room, let alone fucking on my clean sheets. So I thought I would wait for the proper moment to read them the riot act."
Maggie nodded wisely. "Then join in?"
Abby laughed out loud. "Maybe. If I feel inspired. I'm working on stoking my righteous anger."