Chapter 30: A New Day
Judy and Maggie were holding each other up as they walked from Judy's car into her house. It was after 3am, and they both were exhausted. But Maggie was looking forward to a hot shower with Judy before taking a nap and eventually heading back to her dorm.
Both of them had lost count of the number of lovers that they had that evening, and only Lila telling them they needed to go rest stopped them from having more. Lila kissed both of them hard and patted their cum-smeared asses, murmuring promises of doing it again soon.
Judy tugged Maggie's hand, leading her to the master bath in her home. Their clothes fell to the floor, and they hugged under the warm water of the shower. Maggie still felt a response to Judy's perfect body as she set about scrubbing her, but she tamped down on her heat out of sheer exhaustion. Maggie groaned with an entirely different kind of excitement at Judy's fingers in her hair, and she kissed Judy's shoulder softly.
"I love when you take care of me," Maggie murmured, her voice husky with exhaustion and lingering lust.
Judy turned Maggie around, her eyes dark with something deeper than just desire. "You deserve it," Judy replied, her voice low and rough. "After the way you took care of *everyone* tonight. Fuck, Maggie, you were incredible."
Maggie shivered as Judy's hands slid down her back, tracing the lines of her spine before cupping her ass. The hot water cascaded over them, washing away the sweat and cum that had dried on their skin. Maggie's own hand trailed slowly over Judy's skin as she murmured to Judy's shoulder, "Just trying to keep up with you, you wench." Judy tilted her head back and laughed hard.
The sound was rich and warm, filling the steamy bathroom. "Oh, baby girl, you're going to be the death of me," she murmured, pulling Maggie closer under the shower spray. Her hands slid up Maggie's sides, thumbs brushing over her nipples, which hardened instantly under the touch.
Maggie gasped, her back arching into Judy's touch. "Fuck, Judy," she breathed, her voice thick with need. "You can't just—"
Judy cut her off with a kiss, her tongue sliding into Maggie's mouth with a possessive hunger. Maggie moaned into the kiss, her hands gripping Judy's hips, pulling her flush against her own body. The hot water sluiced over their skin, the sound of their breath mingling with the rush of the shower, the musky scent of sex clinging to them both.
Maggie reached over and turned off the water, then grabbed a towel and began buffing Judy dry. Judy stretched like a cat and, when relatively dry, did the same for Maggie. Arm in arm, they made it to the master bedroom and climbed into the warm bed. Maggie curled up close to Judy and gently rested her head on Judy's breast. Judy's fingers moved slowly through Maggie's hair.
The room was dark, but the moonlight filtering through the half-drawn curtains painted silver stripes across the bed. Maggie sighed, her breath warm against Judy's skin. "I do love you, you know, Judy," she murmured, her voice thick with exhaustion but laced with a quiet contentment. Judy kissed Maggie's forehead. "You love everyone, gorgeous. It's part of why I love you right back. I'm just sorry I'm not ten years younger, or your Leo wouldn't stand a chance."
Maggie's hand came up to cup Judy's breast, and Maggie sighed as she fell asleep. Judy's fingers traced lazy circles on Maggie's back, her mind drifting as she stared up at the ceiling. The weight of Maggie's body against hers was warm and familiar, but it took a while for Judy to shake the lingering tension in her muscles. But eventually, seduced by Maggie's warm body and steady breathing, Judy fell asleep as well.
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Judy awoke to furtive motions, the room still a pre-dawn gray. Maggie was slowly stroking Judy's cock to life. Judy kept her eyes closed. After a few moments, Maggie lifted the covers a little and climbed atop Judy, slowly letting her cock slip into Maggie. When Judy's balls were tight against Maggie's labia, Maggie sighed again and rested her head on Judy's breast, falling asleep again nearly instantly. Judy lightly massaged Maggie's back, reveling in the heat and tender closeness of being inside Maggie. And somehow, despite the white-hot ball of lust in her core, she fell asleep too.
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She slept hard, dreamless, until the late morning sun slanted across the bed and woke her with a tickle on her cheek. She blinked awake, disoriented for a moment, then remembered the night before—the way Maggie had taken her so tenderly, the way her body had accepted Judy so completely, the way they had both collapsed into sleep tangled together, still connected.
Maggie was gone.
Judy sat up slowly, rubbing her eyes. The sheets around her were a mess—damp with sweat and still carrying the faint musk of sex. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood, stretching her arms above her head with a quiet groan.
The morning light spilled through the half-drawn curtains, painting the room in soft gold. Judy padded barefoot to the bathroom, her body still humming with the afterglow of the night’s excesses. She turned on the shower, letting the hot water cascade over her skin, working the muscles still aching from the previous night.
As she stepped out of the shower and wrapped herself in a towel, Judy noticed a note on the bathroom counter. Maggie’s handwriting was neat and precise, just like her. *Had to run back to campus. Didn’t want to wake you. Last night was amazing. I’ll call you later. And I mean what I said--I do love you. Just not as much as you might wish. I hope what I can offer is enough.* Judy smiled and tucked the note into the pocket of her robe. staring into the corner of the bathroom.
She had pulled her hair up into a messy bun and was clad only in an old college t-shirt and boy shorts—her usual lazy-morning uniform. The note from Maggie was still pressed against her chest, the corners slightly damp from the steam of the shower. Judy traced the words with her fingertips, feeling the weight of them. *I do love you.*
A sigh escaped her, and she let the note fall back to the counter. She knew Maggie’s heart was vast—big enough to hold a dozen lovers, a hundred fleeting connections. And though Judy wanted more, she knew better than to ask for that kind of devotion. Judy knew that she had as much of Maggie as Maggie could give, and she was damned lucky for that. Wiping her eyes for something that just could not be, Judy made her way down the stairs to make breakfast.
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When Maggie entered her dorm room, she was delighted to find Claire in Abby's arms
(of course on Maggie's bed). Maggie kissed both of them softly, then sat in her desk chair. Opening her phone, she found two messages from Leo. One was a picture of Kimberly, face covered in cum from at least the four cocks in the picture. Maggie pondered a moment why Leo thought she would like that kind of thing, but then she giggled softly as her pussy throbbed at the picture.
The second just said, "None of that was mine. Missed you. Looking forward to our date." Maggie's heart swelled, and she replied with hearts and lips.
Maggie emptied her clutch and put Lila's card in the top drawer of her desk. Then she emptied her bag into the laundry stack. Maybe she would get around to doing the clothes tomorrow. She found her English text and stretched out on Abby's bed, turning on the desk lamp. She read for a little while, but soon the book fell text forward on her stomach and she dreamed of being seduced by John Donne.
Maggie woke with a start when Abby and Claire started laughing at her. Abby was sitting on the edge of the bed, Claire behind her, both of them grinning. Abby reached down and stroked Maggie's cheek, then leaned in to kiss her softly. "You're so cute when you're asleep," she murmured. Claire giggled and leaned over Abby's shoulder to kiss Maggie's forehead.
Maggie stretched languidly, her body still humming with the afterglow of the night before. "I was dreaming about John Donne," she said with a yawn. "He was reciting poetry to me while he fucked me."
Abby laughed and rolled her eyes. "Of course you were. Because nothing says romance like a 17th-century metaphysical poet whispering dirty verses while he rails you against a library bookshelf," Abby said, shaking her head with a smirk. Claire whispered, "God, that's hot!"
Maggie opened her arms to her slut sisters and they piled up together in Abby's bed. Maggie kissed both of them and there was some conversation about the marks on Maggie's neck. Maggie pulled up her t-shirt and showed the bite on her breast. Abby thought it was filthy hot and Claire was concerned about how much it might've hurt. Maggie just rolled her eyes, "It didn't hurt near as much as it *felt* good, you two.”
Abby laughed, “Damn right it did.” Claire blushed and kept touching the marks on Maggie’s neck, her finger tracing the outline of purple love bites like she was memorizing a new map.
Maggie caught her hand and guided it lower, pressing Claire’s palm against her breast where the bite was still visible but fading. "See? By tonight it'll just be a little love mark. And besides, I had a cock in my cunt and another in my ass while it was happening, so my thoughts were elsewhere.” Maggie grinned, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Oh god, I came so many times.”
Claire’s fingers trembled slightly against Maggie’s skin, her cheeks flushed pink. “I can’t even imagine…”
Maggie stretched like a cat then leaned up to kiss Claire's forehead. "You were almost there once. Remember me walking in on you in the library?" Maggie whispered, her voice thick with memory. "A huge cock in your ass and a strap-on in that tiny pussy...".
Maggie’s voice was soft, almost reverent, as if she were reciting a precious memory rather than describing an event. Claire’s breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly as her face flushed at the pleasant memory. Claire whispered, "God, I want that again." Maggie laughed and pulled Claire into a deeper kiss, their mouths fitting together naturally. Abby watched them with a small smile, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Maggie’s thigh.
Maggie hugged her friends close. "I have some really good news, ladies." She leaned in to give Claire a soft kiss. "But first, Claire-bear, did you decide if you want to be our roommate next fall?" Claire 's eyes widened and they softened as she looked between Maggie and Abby. There was a beat of silence where the only sounds were the rustle of sheets and the distant hum of the dorm hallway. Then Claire smiled in a way that made Maggie's heart swell.
"I think so," Claire whispered, her voice trembling slightly. "I mean, if you're sure. It would be amazing. A place just for us three. And maybe Leo could visit sometimes." Abby let out a soft laugh and kissed the top of Claire's head. "Of course we're sure. You're family now. And family needs messy, loud, wonderful chaos," Abby said, her eyes sparkling with genuine affection. Maggie reached over and squeezed Claire's hand, her thumb brushing over the delicate gold bracelet Claire always wore—a habit from when she'd been in an abusive relationship, though neither of them mentioned it now. That was past, and this was something new, something beautiful being built between them.
Maggie leaned forward and kissed Claire's cheek, then Abby's, feeling the warmth of their bodies pressed close. The morning light filtered through the thin dorm curtains, painting stripes of gold across their tangled limbs. Maggie looked at the two of them, then smiled brightly. "I found a condo for us, two blocks from campus. Brand new, for the huge cost of...$100 a month." Maggie grinned, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's a three-bedroom, two-bath, and it even has a little balcony overlooking the quad. I already talked to the landlord, and she said we can move in next fall."
Claire gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. "Are you serious? That's—"
"Unbelievably cheap," Abby finished, her eyebrows shooting up. "How the hell did you find this?"
Maggie shrugged, trying to play it cool, but her grin gave her away. "It found me, actually. A very nice woman I met at a library function had it available. She's filthy rich and thought enough of our interaction, that she came to me and wanted to know if I wanted it." She chewed her lower lip a little. "Plus, her pussy juices are fucking delicious."
Abby laughed, shaking her head. "You little minx.
You *seduced* a landlord?" Abby’s eyes gleamed with admiration and laughter. "Damn, Maggie. You’re evolving."
Maggie shook her head, her blonde hair moving in waves. "She seduced me, actually. A few times. And her husband has a hige cock."
Claire’s mouth hung open for a moment, her eyes flicking between Maggie and Abby. "That—that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard," she whispered, her voice hitching with excitement. "How do you even *do* that?"
Maggie just smirked, her cheeks flushed pink. "Practice, Claire-bear. And a whole lot of charm." She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "And the right body language."
"You’ve got it, you slutty little angel," Abby said, cupping Maggie's face and kissing her deeply. Claire watched the kiss with wide eyes, her breath hitching. "I want to learn how to do that," she blurted out.
Maggie pulled back, smiling softly at Claire's flushed face. "You already do, sweetheart," she said, her voice warm. "You just need to trust yourself a little more."
Claire bit her lip, her fingers twisting the delicate gold bracelet around her wrist. "So... when do we get to see this place?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Maggie's grin widened. "How about tomorrow? After lunch? If the current residents don't mind. That'll give us more than a semester to plan our homecoming party...".
Maggie's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned back against the pillows, stretching her arms above her head. Her t-shirt rode up slightly, revealing a sliver of her toned stomach and the faint purple marks Judy had left on her hips. "I was thinking we could invite everyone. Leo, of course. And Judy. Maybe even some of the soccer guys if they can behave themselves." She winked at Claire, who blushed furiously. "And Claire's new bestie, Erin.... Who knows, maybe I can convince the landlord and her husband to pay Claire a *special* visit." Maggie's grin was full of wicked mischief as she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, her fingers trailing down to trace circles on Claire's thigh. Claire squeaked softly, her face flushing even deeper red.
Abby watched the exchange with amusement, her hand still lazily tracing patterns on Maggie's skin. "Claire-bear," she murmured, her voice light and teasing, "are you sure you're ready for this kind of chaos? Maggie doesn't just invite people over—she *seduces* the entire world into her orbit."
Claire swallowed hard, her fingers still fidgeting with the gold bracelet. "I—I think I am," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Maggie groaned and rolled over Claire, sitting on her hips and pinning her arms above her head. She leaned down to kiss Claire. Claire's fingers clenched around hers then slowly, through the long kiss, relaxed. Maggie raised up enough that her lips were barely touching Claire's.
"Darling girl," Maggie breathed. "You're beautiful and you've learned to be a good person." Maggie kissed her again. "And lord knows I've seen it often enough to know that you're also a filthy slut when you let go." Maggie ground her hips on Claire's, Maggie's boyshorts causing all sorts of delicious friction. "Just be who you are, baby, and the good things and the good people will flow to you. I promise." Maggie released Claire's hands and sat up with a radiant smile just as Abby's stomach growled suddenly, making them all laugh. The sound was raw and real, filling the room with warmth. Claire's face was still flushed from earlier but now glowed with new confidence too.
Maggie reached for Claire's hand again, intertwining their fingers with a tenderness that made Abby's chest tighten. "We should feed you," Maggie declared. "I'm starving too." She turned to Abby. "Want to get breakfast at that little café on the corner? Their avocado toast is actually edible."
Abby and Claire slid out of bed and started pulling clothes on. Maggie bantered with them until her phone pinged, and she took it out to look at it. Her eyes went wide, and she gasped.
Claire turned to her and knelt beside her. "Maggie-moo, is everything okay?"
Maggie nodded and showed the girls her phone. Leo had been named first-team all-conference. Maggie immediately sent a congratulations message to Leo, then pulled her shirt off and sent him a picture of her tits. Leo's response returned quickly, and Maggie savored the sight of his hard cock. Maggie sent a response, "All mine tonight, yes?" Leo sent back a thumbs-up and a closeup of the head of his cock, a pearly drop of precum forming on it.
Maggie licked her lips and sent back a kiss emoji. She turned to Abby and Claire, who were both staring at her phone with wide eyes.
"Leo got named first-team all-conference," Maggie announced, grinning. "And he's mine tonight."
Abby whistled low. "Damn, girl. You've got a way of celebrating victories."
Claire bit her lip, her eyes flicking between Maggie's phone and her face. "I... I want to learn how to be like you," she whispered.
Maggie put her phone down and cupped Claire's face in her hands. "Oh, sweetheart," she murmured, brushing her thumbs over Claire's cheeks. "Be you, instead." Maggie turned and held Abby's face the same way. "When you make all-conference, I'll give you exactly what he's going to get tonight. Deal?" Maggie whispered, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned in and kissed Claire's forehead, then Abby's, each kiss lingering just long enough to feel like a promise.
Abby's breath hitched, her fingers tightening around Maggie's wrists. "Deal," she whispered back, her voice barely audible. Abby grinned, her dark eyes gleaming with excitement. "I'll hold you to that," she murmured, her hand sliding down to squeeze Maggie's thigh.
Maggie laughed, the sound bright and carefree, and pulled her friends into a tight hug. "Then let's go celebrate Leo's victory," she declared, finally standing up and stretching her arms above her head.
The motion made her t-shirt ride up just enough to flash a strip of toned stomach, and Abby's eyes followed the motion with appreciation. Claire, meanwhile, was still seated on the bed, her fingers playing with the hem of her sweatshirt as she watched Maggie.
Maggie noticed Claire’s distraction and sat beside her on the bed, eventually cajoling Claire to sit in her lap, facing her. Maggie began carding her hair as she leaned closer, eventually placing small kisses on Claire’s face. Claire closed her eyes and leaned into the affection.
The warmth of Maggie's hands in her hair, the gentle brush of lips against her cheeks—it was all so easy, so natural. It made her feel safe in a way she hadn't experienced often. She opened her eyes and met Maggie's gaze, her breath catching at the tenderness she saw there.
"It feels so good," Claire whispered. "To be this close to you both..."
Maggie tilted her head, studying Claire's face with an intensity that made Claire's cheeks flush even more. "You deserve to feel good, Claire-bear," Maggie murmured, her voice soft but sure. She kissed Claire's forehead again, lingering just slightly longer than before. Then she whispered, “Do you trust me, Claire-bear?” The question hung between them, delicate as morning mist. Claire nodded without hesitation, her fingers tightening on Maggie’s hips. “Always.”
Maggie’s smile was slow, knowing. “Then trust this: you are gorgeous, smart, and funny. Now that you are willing to let go, people are noticing you. Soon, you’ll have more offers than you can handle.” Maggie kissed Claire’s neck softly, and then Claire shivered when Abby kissed the other side. “Believe in us, because we believe in you.”
Maggie grinned and moved her hands to squeeze Claire’s breasts playfully. “Are your nipples hard for pancakes, Claire? We need to get you fed!” Maggie declared, her voice bright and full of energy. She patted Claire’s thigh, then slid out from under her, standing up with a stretch that made her t-shirt ride up just enough to flash a sliver of toned stomach. “I’m starving, and if we don’t get to the café soon, they’ll run out of the good avocado toast.”
Claire laughed, her cheeks still flushed from the attention. “I could eat,” she admitted, her voice soft but steady. She swung her legs off the bed and stood, brushing a hand through her hair. Abby was already pulling on her shoes, her dark eyes gleaming with amusement as she watched Maggie and Claire.
“You two are ridiculous,” she declared, shaking her head. “One minute she’s whispering sweet nothings, the next she’s molesting you in broad daylight.”
Maggie gasped, clutching her chest in mock offense. “I am *not* molesting anyone. I’m merely ensuring Claire gets proper nourishment after such a… *taxing* morning.” She winked at Claire, who blushed furiously before hurriedly pulling on her own sweater.
Abby rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress a smirk. “Come on, lovebirds.
Let’s get breakfast before I start thinking about *other* ways to feed you,” Maggie teased, grabbing Claire’s hand and pulling her toward the door. Claire giggled, her fingers tightening around Maggie’s as they stepped into the hallway. The dorm smelled faintly of stale coffee and last night’s pizza, but the morning sunlight streaming through the windows made everything feel brighter, cleaner.
Abby followed behind them, her boots thudding softly against the linoleum. “You’re insatiable, you know that?” she said, nudging Maggie’s shoulder.
Maggie stopped and turned, her eyes glinting in the late morning light. She leaned into Abby until their noses were touching. Then she murmured, “I am what you taught me to be, Abs.” She pecked Abby’s lips before skipping down the hallway, her ponytail bouncing with each step.
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Maggie sat in the golden candlelight at the table with Leo. Her hair was up again, and she wore the same white bodysuit, carefully eased during the afternoon. Instead of a skirt, she wore midnight blue leggings, but she wore the white high-heeled shoes as well. Leo felt like he was dining with a model.
Leo wore a nice white dress shirt and had even put on a tie. His hair showed signs of an attempted brushing, but it was still his signature rat’s nest, not helped in the least by Maggie running her fingers through it.
When the waitress brought Leo a beer and Maggie some iced tea, Maggie raised her glass to Leo. “You have been and will always be my Greek god, baby. And now the sports writers have recognized you for the wonder you are. Congratulations on being an all-conference pick, baby!”
Leo blushed and clinked his glass with Maggie’s. “Thank you, babe. I don’t think I could’ve done it without your love and support.”
Maggie leaned toward him and gave him a soft kiss. “Nonsense. You can do anything you set your mind to. I’m just lucky you found me.” She kissed him again, taking a little longer. “So tell me, is there an award ceremony?”
Leo shook his head, which ended up rubbing his nose against Maggie’s. “Not from the conference. I’m sure Coach will say something at the post-season dinner.”
Maggie’s eyes sparkled. “Ooo, do girlfriends get to go to that?”
Leo nodded. “As do families, such as parents and little sisters. Do you want to meet mine?”
Maggie tilted her head back and laughed. “Depends, baby. What have you told them about me?” Maggie asked curiously, sipping her iced tea.
Leo grinned, his blue eyes crinkling at the corners. “Just that you’re my girlfriend. The one who rides the soccer team bus to away games and makes me want to be a better player.”
Maggie laughed, covering her mouth with her hand. “You say the sweetest things when you’re trying to get in my pants.”
“I wasn’t trying to get in your pants,” Leo said with a smirk, leaning back in his chair. “I was already there.”
Maggie rolled her eyes but couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at her lips.
Leo’s words wrapped around her like a warm blanket—simple, sincere, and undeniably *him*.
She reached across the table and curled her fingers around his tie, giving it a playful tug. “You’re impossible,” she murmured. “But I love it.”
Leo’s gaze softened. “I love you,” he said quietly, leaning forward just enough to brush his forehead against hers—a gesture so tender it made Maggie’s chest ache.
Maggie closed her eyes for a second, savoring the moment. Then she leaned back and grinned. “Speaking of being impossible, what are we doing after this? Because I have *plans* for you.”
Leo raised an eyebrow, amused. “Well, you told me you were running this date night, so I didn’t work on plans.” Leo said, his voice low and teasing as he leaned back in his chair. His fingers traced the rim of his beer glass, the condensation leaving a faint trail on his skin. “But I do know what I’d like to do with you.”
Maggie’s lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, her chin propped on her hands. The candlelight flickered across her face, casting shadows that made her eyes glint with mischief. “Oh, do tell,” she murmured, her voice dropping to a sultry purr. “Because I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
Leo’s gaze darkened, his fingers tightening slightly around his glass.
He leaned in, his voice low enough that only Maggie could hear. “I’ve been thinking about how you taste,” he said, his voice rough with something that wasn’t quite hunger—it was deeper, more insistent. His eyes flicked down to her lips, then back up to meet her gaze. “I want to kiss every inch of you. Slowly.”
Maggie’s breath hitched. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, but she didn’t look away.
Not when Leo’s fingers slid across the tabletop to brush against hers, sending a jolt of electricity up her arm. “Noted. I’ll put it on the agenda,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft clink of glasses and murmured conversations around them. “Do really mean *every* inch?”
Leo’s smirk deepened. “I really do.” Leo reached out, his thumb tracing the back of her hand in slow, deliberate circles. “Tell me what you’re thinking,” he murmured, his voice low and rough.
Maggie used her free hand to caress Leo’s cheek as she raised an eyebrow. “I’m thinking I’m grateful tomorrow is Sunday. Kissing every inch of my body might take a while.” Leo nodded enthusiastically.
“Oh, it will take a while,” he said, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “I’m going to savor every second of it.”
Maggie leaned back in her chair, letting her fingers trail her through the condensation on her tea glass. She looked up into Leo’s eyes. “Speaking of which, I have tangential news.” She looked up as the waiter returned with their meals. When he left, Maggie dragged the toe of her shoe along the inside of Leo’s calf. “Do you want to know?”
Maggie asked, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper as she leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She picked up her fork and twirled it between her fingers, her gaze never leaving Leo’s. “Or should I make you wait until after dessert?”
Leo chuckled, shaking his head as he cut into his steak. “You’re impossible, Maggie. You know that, right?” He took a bite, chewing thoughtfully before swallowing. “But I’ll bite. What’s the news?”
Maggie grinned, leaning back in her chair. She took a slow sip of her iced tea, letting the anticipation build. “Claire, Abs, and I are getting an apartment for the fall semester. I’m thinking I might give my boyfriend a key.” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “Do you think I should?” Maggie asked, her voice teasing but her eyes searching Leo’s for a genuine reaction. She leaned forward just enough to let the candlelight catch the curve of her smile, her fingers tracing idle patterns on the tablecloth.
Leo paused, his fork halfway to his mouth. He set it down slowly, his gaze locking onto hers. “You’re asking *me* if you should give me a key to your apartment?” he said, his voice low, almost disbelieving. “Maggie, I’d be honored. But only if you’re sure.”
Maggie’s grin widened, her fingers stilling. “I’m sure,” she said softly. “I want you to have it.
More than anything,” Maggie said, her voice soft but sure. She reached across the table, her fingers brushing against Leo’s wrist. “But I also want you to know that it’s not just about me. It’s about us. All of us.”
Leo’s gaze softened as he turned his hand over, intertwining their fingers. “I know,” he said quietly. “And I love that about you. You’re not just mine—you’re *ours*. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Maggie’s heart swelled at his words. She squeezed his hand before pulling back, her fingers lingering for just a second longer than necessary. “Good. I love you very much, Leo All-Conference Soccer God.” Maggie said, her voice soft and teasing. She took a slow sip of her iced tea, her eyes never leaving Leo’s. After a moment she squeezed his fingers. “Now eat up; you’ve made some big promises for this evening. I intend to see you keep them.” Maggie leaned forward and kissed the tip of Leo’s nose, then sat back in her chair, fingers still intertwined with his.
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Maggie’s arms trembled as she held herself above Leo, his cock thrumming deep inside her. A bead of sweat formed on her nose and dripped on his face. She couldn’t help but laugh, and his eyes crinkled as he looked up at her.
“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he whispered, his hands sliding up her thighs to grip her hips. “I love watching you take what you want.”
Maggie bit her lip as she rolled her hips, feeling him hit that perfect spot inside her. “I want *you*, Leo,” she breathed, her voice thick with need. “Always.”
His fingers dug into her skin as he thrust up to meet her, the movement sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. “Fuck, Maggie,” he groaned, his voice rough with desire. “You feel so good.”
She leaned down, pressing her forehead to his as she rocked against him, slow and deliberate. “I’ve already come multiple times, my Greek god. I have to catch my breath before you resume your devastation of me!”
The candlelight flickered between them, casting shadows that made his blue eyes look even darker, hungrier. "Tell me what you want," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "Tell me what else you're going to do to me tonight."
Leo exhaled sharply, his hands sliding up her back to tangle in her loose ponytail. He pulled just enough to tilt her head back, exposing the smooth line of her throat. His lips brushed her pulse point, sending a shiver through her entire body. "I'm going to fuck you until you scream," he said, his voice rough with promise. "Then I'm going to fuck you again, slower.
Maggie nodded. “Slow is good. *Very* good.” Maggie’s voice was a breathless whisper as she arched into his touch, her fingers curling into the sheets beside his head. The candlelight flickered across the room, painting their bodies in gold and shadow. “But first…” She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. “I want to taste you.”
Leo’s breath hitched as Maggie first pulled herself off of him, then slid down his body, her tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path from his collarbone to his navel. His hands found her hair, fingers tangling in the loose strands as she settled between his thighs. The air between them was thick with anticipation, the scent of sex and sweat and something sweet—like vanilla and skin.
Maggie’s breath came in soft pants as she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, feeling the heat of him pulse against her palm. She looked up at Leo through her lashes, her lips parted just slightly, and a shiver ran through her when his hips twitched in response.
“You don’t have to—” Leo started, his voice rough, but Maggie cut him off with a slow, deliberate lick up the underside of his shaft.
His words dissolved into a groan as her tongue circled the head, tasting the salt and musk of him. She swirled around the tip, savoring the way his cock jerked in her hand, how his thighs tensed beneath her fingers.
"I *want* to," Maggie murmured against his skin, her voice vibrating through him. "I want to taste every inch of you too, Leo." She glanced up, meeting his eyes as she took him fully into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth.
Leo’s fingers tightened in her hair, his breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. "Fuck, Maggie—" His voice was raw, strained. The candlelight flickered across his chest, highlighting the way his muscles tensed as she took him deeper, her tongue pressing against the thick vein along the underside of his cock.
Maggie hummed around him, the vibration making his hips buck involuntarily.
Her free hand slid down to cup his balls, rolling them gently in her palm while her mouth worked the rest of him. Leo's breath came in ragged gasps, his fingers tightening in her hair to the point of almost pain.
"God, you're good at that," he managed between clenched teeth. His thighs trembled as her tongue swirled around the sensitive spot just beneath the head before she took him all the way to the back of her throat.
Maggie pulled back slightly, letting him slip from between her lips with a wet pop. "We taste so good mixed together on your cock," she murmured, her voice husky.
Her fingers stroked him slowly as she spoke, her thumb brushing over the sensitive slit of his cockhead where a bead of precum had gathered. She brought her thumb to her mouth and sucked it clean with a satisfied hum.
Leo groaned, his hips lifting slightly off the bed in response. "You're going to kill me," he gasped, his voice thick with need.
Maggie grinned up at him, her lips glistening and her eyes dark with desire. "Not tonight," she promised, before diving back down on him with renewed enthusiasm. She took him as deep as she could, her throat fluttering around him as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked with practiced precision.
The salty-sweet taste of him filled her mouth, and she moaned around his cock, the vibration making his thighs twitch.
Leo's fingers twisted in her hair, his breath coming in sharp gasps. "Fuck, Maggie—you're gonna make me come like this—" His voice broke as she pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue around the head before taking him to the back of her throat again. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked hard, her free hand sliding between her own legs to rub slow circles over her clit.
"Holy shit—" Leo's hips lifted off the bed, his cock twitching violently in her mouth.
Maggie tightened her lips around him, her tongue pressing flat against the underside as she took him deeper. She could feel his pulse hammering against her lips, his thighs trembling on either side of her head.
"Maggie—" His voice was a ragged warning, but she didn't stop. She wanted this. Wanted to feel him lose control, wanted to taste him when he came undone. Her fingers worked faster between her own legs, her breath coming in sharp gasps around his cock.
"Fuck—" Leo's hips jerked upward, his cock swelling against her tongue. She moaned around him, the vibration sending him over the edge.
Leo's cock pulsed violently as he came, his release flooding her mouth in hot, salty bursts. Maggie swallowed eagerly, her fingers still working furiously between her own legs. She pulled back just enough to let his cock slip from her lips, a string of cum connecting them for a moment before she licked it away.
"Fuck," Leo gasped, his chest heaving as he collapsed back onto the bed. His fingers loosened in her hair, stroking gently now instead of gripping. "That was... fuck, Maggie."
Maggie grinned up at him, her lips still glistening. "I know," she said, her voice breathless and proud.
She pressed a final lingering kiss to the head of his cock before sliding up his body to rest her head on his chest. His heartbeat was strong beneath her ear, steady and reassuring. She could feel his fingers tracing slow, soothing patterns along her spine.
Maggie nestled closer, her leg thrown over his thigh. The bedroom was quiet except for their combined breathing and the occasional creak of the dorm settling. The scent of vanilla candles still lingered in the air mixed with the muskier aroma of their lovemaking.
Outside, the campus was quiet at this hour - just the occasional rustle of leaves against the window screen and the distant hum of a car driving past.
Maggie kissed one of his nipples and tugged on it with her teeth when she looked up at him. After she let his nipple go, she whispered, “Which orifice do you want next?” Her fingers found his and laced them together as she waited for his answer. The candle had burned down to a stub, the flame flickering weakly in the glass holder beside the bed.
Leo exhaled slowly, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand in slow, deliberate circles. “Every inch,” he said, his voice rough with afterglow and promise. “I want to take my time with you, Maggie. No rush. No distractions.” He lifted their joined hands, pressing a kiss to her knuckles before letting them rest against her hip.
Maggie turned her face into his chest, her lips brushing the warm skin there while her fingers traced idle patterns against his abs. The candle burned lower, the wax pooling like liquid gold at the bottom of its glass prison.
” Every inch sounds exhausting,” she murmured against his chest, her breath feather-light against his skin. “But I’m willing to try.”
” Leo chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest beneath her ear. “Says the girl who wore me out tonight.”
Maggie bit her lip, her teeth grazing the soft flesh as she considered. “I’m not saying I won’t sleep through church tomorrow,” she confessed, her voice muffled slightly.
“But I’m also not saying I won’t wake you up with a blowjob before you go.”
Leo laughed, his abs contracting beneath her cheek. “You’re insatiable, Maggie. And I love it.”
Maggie smiled, her fingers tracing idle patterns on his chest. “I’m just a girl who knows what she wants,” she said softly. “And I want you. All of you.”
Leo’s hand tightened around hers, his thumb brushing over her knuckles in a soft, slow caress. “You have me, Maggie. All of me. Always.”
Maggie’s heart swelled at his words, and she leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips. “Good,” she whispered. "Now slip your beautiful cock in my tight little pussy and hold me as we fall asleep." Maggie whispered the request which ended in a soft breath that ruffled Leo's chest hair. Maggie scooted the small of her back flush to his thighs giving his cock room to slide between their bodies. She tilted her hips just right, the head of his cock brushing her slick folds before pressing inward through sensitive tissues that parted for him willingly. Maggie gasped softly as inch after inch filled her, her body stretching deliciously around his girth. Leo's arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer as his hips rose to meet hers.
The candle guttered out.
In complete darkness, their bodies moved together slowly, the room filled with the soft wet sounds of sex and the creak of the bed frame.