Chapter 1: Introduction
"Hey, d'you mind if I sit here?"
I looked up from my chicken burger, taking in the picture-perfect girl standing next to my table. Cliché—that was the word that sprang to mind, but I wasn't complaining. After all, college, like comedy, was all about timing.
Glossy chestnut locks. Enlarged hazelnut eyes. A luxury kind of beauty accentuated by minimal make-up that sweetly crinkled in a smile.
An unforgettable figure, cinched in by a skintight, floral dress.
"It's all yours," I said, gesturing to the seat across from me.
Her fingers carefully picked at a feta and spinach salad as I covertly scanned her flawless skin. The appreciation in her eyes was unmistakably mutual as she discovered a familiar author on my course syllabus.
"Ah, I remember just loving 'Brave New World' during my first year," she said.
"Really?
I just finished it and I'm finding it mind-blowing." I admitted, genuinely impressed by her insight as I grazed a fry through the remaining ketchup.
"I'm Emily, by the way." She offered her hand, which I shook firmly, a mutual spark of attraction electrifying the space between us.
"Nice to meet you, Emily.
I'm Tom." My smirk echoed her bright eyes and I continued, "Listen, I've got a free hour now. How about grabbing a coffee somewhere cozier, huh?"
Her blush painted my usual banter with a new hint of excitement. "Sure, I'd love that."
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The basement chill of the small coffeehouse enveloped us like a warm blanket as we found a quiet table.
Lattes on the table, we quickly fell into an easy, often playful conversation. A dance of verbal twists and turns commenced, exposing layer after layer of our attraction bit by bit.
Gazing into her eyes, I grinned wickedly. "I've got a question," I said, biting my lower lip.
Intrigued, she leaned in slightly.
"Lay it on me, Parker."
I took a sip of my latte, never breaking her gaze. "What kinda sexual fantasies tickle your pickle, Johnson?"
Emily's jaw fell open in surprise, followed by a laugh, soft and sultry. "Asking the real questions, aren't we?" She scoffed, taking a bite of her scone. Yet her blush revealed her enthusiasm. She leaned in, flipping her hair behind her shoulder.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" She purred, biting her glossy lower lip.
My pulse quickened, imagining what lay beneath her floral dress. "Well, I do know one thing." I said, "Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back."
Emily laughed, her voice like velvet and sin. "Is that right?"
"Mmhmm." I confirmed. "So how about we satisfy that curiosity, Emily?"
The anticipation hung in the air, suffocating our previous conversation. It was electric, intense.
Our chemistry sparked, fueled by flirtatious games and a sharing of illicit secrets. I couldn't deny it. Emily had me captivated \*-\*/, ripe with desire and craving a sinful surrender.
Her voice dropped to a whisper, "Follow me." She stood and walked towards my an empty supply closet.
Eagerly, I followed.
Emily's hands reached up and pressed the light switch, casting a dim glow on her flushed, excited face. She turned and pushed against the door, closing it with a soft click.
"Are you sure you want this, Tom?" she asked, batting her eyelashes.
"Fuck yes," I growled, pressing myself against her. She gasped as I cupped the back of her neck and tilted her face towards mine. Our lips met in a desperate, frantic kiss.
Our breaths mingled in the small space, matching in rhythm as our bodies shamelessly ground against each other. I couldn't get enough of her, my hungry hands eagerly roaming across every inch of her gorgeous, quivering flesh.
"Pants off, now!" I growled, my pupils dilated with unbridled lust. Emily wiggled out of her panties, her eyes wide with excitement. I nudged her back against the door and ripped off my boxers.
The intense craving I had for Emily was like an untamed beast, roaring with desire. I couldn't wait to savor her body.
"Shit," I murmured, admiring her smooth, naked skin. "Fuck, Emily, you're gorgeous."
She giggled. "Then take me, Parker."
I lifted her to sit on top of the metal shelf lining the closet wall, roughly spread her thighs and plunged deep inside of her. Our moans drowned out by the whirring of the coffee machine in the room above us.
Emily's back arched, her perky breasts quivered as I savagely drove into her. Each thrust elicited a pleasure-filled gasp as her walls tightened around me, threatening to render me useless.
She pulled at my hair, stretching her head back, while her other hand gripped tightly at my forearm. I could feel this insatiable hunger in her, gnawing at my very core. The way her fingers dug so deep into my skin, as if she was trying to crawl inside of me.
Not a word spoken, but every move we made screamed vanilla-filled love. Her pussy—holy fucking shit. Wrapped around my cock like a glove, muscles clenching onto me like I was her last hope. Her breathy curses made their way across my neck, awakening goose flesh.
I was being overpowered by Emily's lust-driven, self-assured abandon. Her eyes shone with residual determination as she started rolling her hips, riding my shaft at a hypnotic tempo. The hot friction between us was unbearable.
I could barely catch my breath while her thighs trembled with the force of her impending climax. Unable to wait a moment longer, I pulled her forward and took a taut, rosy nipple into my hungry mouth. She cried out as I teased her with my teeth, her long, moaning exhales turning sharp and urgent.
As Emily shuddered in pleasure, her head dropped back and hit the door with a muted thud. Her hands found their way to my shoulders, nails digging deep, guiding me to thrust faster, harder.
Lost in blissful lust, I eagerly obeyed her silent demand. I started to ram into her deeper than ever before, groaning as her quivering walls clamped down and stroked my cock.
"Oh, god! Yes, Tom, yes!" she wailed softly, her voice muffled and ethereal amongst our mingling breathing. "Harder, just like that!"
Like a man possessed, I slammed into her again and again, the metal shelf beneath her groaning with every relentless impact.
The sex was raw, carnal, and punishing. Emily's entire body quivered as I fucked her like a demon, our skin slapping together in the dim light of the stuffy closet.
"Fuck, Tom! Yes! Just like that!" Emily cried out, biting her bottom lip in an attempt to muffle her moans. Her hands gripped my shoulders tightly, her fingers pressing into my flesh as I drove deeper and deeper into her hot, wet depths.
I could hardly believe the dirty, animalistic force now propelling my hips. The urgency to claim Emily as entirely mine was overwhelming.
Emily's eyes locked on mine, her hazelnut-brown irises wide with pleasure. She whispered filthy phrases that only spurred on the passion between us. Her eyes seemed to beg for more, more of the raw lust building inside me.
Gripping her hips tighter, I ground our pelvises together in a way that forced a long, guttural moan from her lips.
Our foreheads met, my lips covering hers and silencing the gasp that threatened to betray our location.
The heat between us was ravenous, approaching a fever pitch as our orgasms begged to be released. Rhythm pounding, I buried myself to the hilt. With one final, bruising, earth-shattering thrust, I tumbled into unbelievable rapture. I shuddered as I filled her perfect body with my love.
Emily's pussy greedily milked me, pulling every last drop out as my brain turned to scrambled eggs.
I was panting and exhausted, but my body still buzzed with excitement and pleasure. Our gazes locked, both of us still reeling from the intensity of the raw encounter we'd just shared. She offered a coy, knowing smile, and it sent a shiver down my spine.
Now that we'd had each other, I couldn't imagine ever feeling this alive from sex with anyone else.
We panted, recovering from our furious pace, waiting for our heartbeats to return to normal.
Not wanting to lose that sensation, Emily's legs remained locked around my waist as we leaned against the door.
Fuck, we were still fully clothed, except for the crucial area where every inch of us was intertwined in the most intimate way possible. My half-erect penis twitched inside her as a thought occurred to me.
"Stay right there." I whispered, a teasing grin curling at the edges of my mouth.
I pull out from her slowly, savoring that moment when we reluctantly parted, leaving us both trembling.
I had been inside her, barely restraining myself from exploding instantly with eager lust.
My eyes sought Emily's—her lazy, satisfied grin drove me crazy, a clear signal she wanted more. Her heavy lidded eyes traveled down my half-naked form, coming to rest on the still-erect shaft before her. Her tongue darted tantalizingly out to wet her lower lip, she looked decadent, ripe for another round.
I knew she wanted me as much as I longed for her.
With a devilish grin, I picked up the scraps of her shredded black lace panties, dangling from her left ankle with a promise of misbehavior.
"Keep these as a memento, love." I said, my voice husky. I tossed the material to one side and cupped her face, pressing my lips to hers one more time. Her eyes remained focused on me, petulant, as if demanding satisfaction.
So, I obliged.
I unbuttoned her white blouse, exposing her perky, C-cup breasts. Her already hard nipples peeked out underneath the white lace bra she wore. I bent down and captured a stiff nub in my mouth, sucking and teasing it with my teeth.
Emily writhed underneath me, moaning louder now, forgetting our surroundings. My hand unclipped her bra, letting it fall to her waist. I moved to serve her other nipple the same rapture.
Her now-bare breasts provided a tempting distraction, but my hunger for her pussy wouldn't waver.
Reluctantly, I released her pebbled nipple, leaving fire on her delicate skin. Her heavy chest heaved with sighs as I dropped to my knees and hooked my fingers in her equally-disheveled skirt, baring the sweet depths between her thighs.
"Pretty little pussy," I praised, admiring the trimmed, moist folds framed by her dainty strip of hair.
My nose skimmed her clit, her sweet musk invading my senses. Unwilling to waste any time, I descended. Lapping and sucking at Emily like a man possessed. Her squirms signaled the familiar advancement of her waves of pleasure. Escalating, intensifying. Unrelenting.
"Fucking hell, Tom!" Emily screamed, her thighs locking around my skull as though trying to stifle the tidal wave of pleasure ravaging her body by suffocation.
She grasped fibers of my shirt, twisting them into vicious knots while her hips jutted uncontrollably toward my lips.
"My entire focus centered on the glossy pink jewel between Emily's legs, her lust-swollen clit begging for more attention. The musky aroma alone was intoxicating, leaving me breathless for her very essence. Flicking my tongue mercilessly, I grabbed her ass cheeks and pressed her tighter against me.
Enjoying the taste, her juices flooding my mouth, forcing my tongue deep inside.
"Oh god, fuck yes!" She screamed, bucking wildly, voice hoarse.
Freed briefly, her clit bounced and swelled under my ministrations as I encircled it with my lips, rubbing my tongue back and forth over its vulnerable, sensitive tip. Her wails melded with the wet noises our congress made, filling the supply closet with the scent of sex.
She shook and quivered, her orgasm drawing nearer.
I could hear her moans growing louder and more erratic as her climax approached. My fucking beautiful Emily.
Just as I thought she couldn't scream any louder, she did, her body trembling against my lips. Her hips convulsed, and she came hard. I sucked in her orgasm as if it were an elixir from a lover come undone, savoring every delicious drop.
As she rode the last of her high, Emily relaxed her hold on my hair, and her body went limp.
Carefully, I peppered the insides of her thighs with kisses, showering them with affection, as her rapid breathing and quivers began to subside.
Standing once more, I took in every inch of her radiant satisfaction—extended neck, rosy cheeks, glazed eyes, and skin, still dewy from her ecstasy. I wrapped a protective arm around her waist and pulled her shivering frame against mine.
We savored the few lingering sensations of our illicit encounter in the supply closet.
Our hearts drummed a steady rhythm as we fought to steady our breathing—a race not against fear, but against our own wild hungers.
I simply couldn't resist Emily, not anymore. Something possessive and primal took over. I knew that I would never get enough of her. Tasting, breathing—feeling her, skin to skin. As Zadie Smith once said, "Love is easy, and I love you."
My fingertips traced lazy circles along the dips and curves of Emily's swanlike neck. I leaned in, whispering in her ear.
"You know we're not done yet."
Her breath hitched, a sly smile spreading across her face as she, too, succumbed to the magnetic pull between us. "You better prove it, Parker."
That moment—or maybe it was the weeks that followed—would ignite a spark that neither one of us could extinguish. We had set ourselves on fire, every wicked word fans to the conflagration.
Our hunger for each other was insatiable, a conniving beast threatening to devour us whole. Emily dragged her teeth along my earlobe before whispering hotly, "Don't tease, Tom."
Greed run amok, her palm reached for my throbbing cock, stroking, squeezing, coaxing it to grow harder still. My moan intermingled with hers as I tugged at the hem of her skirt, bunching it around her waist.
Opening the door to a messy dorm room, we spilled inside, the lock clicking shut behind us.
With haste driven by our wild lust, we stumbled together on the crumpled duvet-covered single bed.
Like a starved animal, I tackled Emily, stripping off her close-fitting dress. Her body was faultless—avoiding the exaggeration of digitally retouched supermodels, and only enhanced by the deliciously plump curves gracing her hips, thighs and ass.
With reckless abandon, I kissed her—relishing in the silky, feminine taste of her mouth.
I felt my cock rubbing between her molten hot pussy lips.
God, I wanted to plunge into her without hesitation, but I paused, taking a breath to appreciate the sensation of our bodies aligning. Her lips wrapped around my earlobe, teasing me, "You keep teasing me, Parker. Or are you aching to be inside me?"
I couldn't hold back anymore. I pinned her down, pushing her onto the high-pile, cream-colored duvet. My lips crashed on hers, hungry, unforgiving, and she joined me willingly.
Our kiss quickly escalated from a passionate one to a carnal, desperate affair. I needed her, needed all of her, immediately. My hard-as-steel cock slid easily through her slick labia, her eagerness dripping down my shaft.
"You're mine, Emily. All mine." I asserted as I grabbed her ass, squeezing it while forcing myself an inch further inside her sopping wet heaven. She arched her back, a gasped "Yours" escaping her plump lips.
With a groan, I buried myself completely inside her, basking in the feel of her perfection. Her damp warmth constricted and massaged me as if pleading for more.
I held myself deep within Emily, her arousal coating my length as I let the exquisite sensations take over.
"Fuck, you feel good," I groaned, the rim of my cock teasing the greedy entrance to her womb.
She merely nodded in agreement, her stunned expression betraying her complete ecstasy. The feeling was mirrored deep within my core, leaving no room for shame or reluctance.
At the apex of our indulgence, our bodies melded together. No more games, no more obstacles.
I began to thrust hungrily in and out of Emily, my resolve hardened, charged with a lust-driven need to take her fully and completely. Her taut muscles pulsed around me like a vice, every movement an exquisite torture I couldn't bear. My speed grew urgent, frantic, our flesh slapping together accompanied by our matching moans.
Her head tilted back and her eyelids fluttered closed—instinctively I knew she was teetering on the edge of her climax.
Improvising, I reached down and pressed my thumb to the swollen bundle of nerves between her folds. I felt the shudder rippling up her spine, and a silent prayer escaped my lips. Please don't let her come just yet. I can't bear to have it end as brilliantly and fleetingly as our prior tryst in the coffeehouse.
As her thighs lock around me, I took it as a sign to keep going, pushing her knees farther apart. Gripping tightly to her hips, I began to rotate them on my shaft. I watched as a smear of our mingled juices lingered between her pale thighs, evidence of just how wonderful it could feel between us.
"You like this, don't you?" I murmured, my hot breath caressing Emily's ear. The scent of her perfume and sex mingled enticingly, spurring me onward.
My eyes roved over her heaving chest and the glistening droplets of sweat upon her forehead.
"Oh, fuck, Emily. You're driving me insane," I moaned, then slammed my lips over hers. She answered with a passionate kiss, her tongue flicking desperately against mine.
My stomach muscles tightened as a surge of intense pleasure made my entire body shudder. I thrust into her harder, deeper, faster, dismantling every ounce of her self-control.
My hips became an out-of-control piston, driving into her warmth of her slick pussy, which gripped and squeezed me like a vise. My balls slapped relentlessly against her and, as her orgasmic cries grew louder, her body gave in to an explosive release of pleasure. The muscles in her cunt spasmed uncontrollably as she milked my cock, greedy for every drop of cum I unleashed inside of her.
"Fuck, I'm going to come!" I yelled, afraid the neighbors might hear our ecstatic cries.
Her sinful grin spread, "Then fuck me like you mean it, Parker!"
I slammed into her depths harder than before, desperately chasing my release. The friction of my cock's invasion spurred Emily's orgasm onwards as well. Her gasps were now elongated, curses spewing past her lips as she clung to me, riding out the unrelenting high.
Every muscle in my body tensed with approaching release, pleasure igniting and combusting through me. I watched her, enraptured, as color bloomed across her chest and cheeks.
Her fingernails bit into the skin on my shoulders as she convulsed, moaning wordlessly, calling out my name on repeat.
"Oh God, Tom!"
My cock swelled, her name tearing from my throat as I repeatedly thrust, desperate to chase the euphoria awaiting me at the precipice.
My balls tightened just before surrendering in a violent explosion, strings of milky-white fluid coating Emily's inner sanctum. The muscles of her pussy contracted with renewed intensity in response to my unyielding peak, a warm gush coating my still-throbbing rod.
We gradually SNAPPED out of our lust-laden haze, buried in the sticky remnants of our tryst. Emily's face reflected my sentiments exactly: sheer awe, coupled with an insatiable craving for more.