Chapter 10: First date
When Maggie got back to her dorm room, Abby was curled up asleep in her own bed. Maggie smiled to see her beautiful friend so cozy and warm. After undressing, Maggie turned out the desk light and climbed into bed with Abby, spooning her close. Abby's sleepy voice asked, "Maggie?" Maggie nuzzled Abby's ear and whispered, "I'm here, baby. Sleep now." Abby cooed incoherently, and soon they were both asleep.
Maggie awoke to a soft kiss and Abby's shining eyes. Maggie smiled in response, and her hands slid down Abby's back, massaging gently. They silently necked for a few moments, then Abby whispered, "Maggie-moo, you smell of sex. You trying to turn me on?" Maggie grinned and kissed Abby's forehead. "Short answer: 'always'. Long answer: I *should* smell of sex since I was fucked as hard as I ever have been last night." Maggie kissed Abby lightly. "You, on the other hand, smell of Claire's cunt. I was surprised to find you alone when I got in last night."
Abby grinned and moved her mouth to Maggie's neck, nuzzling gently. "Claire and I realized we were behind on schoolwork, so we spent the day being diligent apart. Promised ourselves big rewards if we met our goals." Maggie nodded and grinned. "I knew you had a slutty scholar hidden in you. I'm very proud." Maggie's voice was husky with sleep and lingering arousal as she trailed her fingers down Abby's spine, tracing the delicate curve of her lower back. The morning light filtered through the thin curtains, casting a soft glow over Abby's naked body, her skin warm and flushed from the lingering heat of their shared bed. Maggie could still taste the faint saltiness of Judy’s cum on her tongue, the memory of her thick cock stretching her open making her pussy clench with need.
Abby turned in Maggie’s arms, her lips brushing against Maggie’s collarbone as she spoke. "You should be proud. You're the one who taught me how to be a slutty scholar," Abby replied, her voice low and teasing as she shifted against Maggie. Her fingers traced the curve of Maggie's waist, slipping beneath the bedsheet to find warm, bare skin. "But right now, I'm more interested in hearing about how *you* got so thoroughly fucked last night."
Maggie opened her eyes to Abby. "It's a story, only half-done. If I promise to tell you when it's done, will you trust me, Abs?" Abby drew back at the serious tone of Maggie's voice, then slowly nodded. "Always, Maggie, you know that. We're slut sisters." Maggie smiled brightly. "Okay then. Tonight I've got my first real date with Leo, and if I'm back before dawn, it will have been a failure. And then tomorrow night, I've got a ... thing and definitely won't be back until Sunday. And then I'll tell you everything."
Abby's squinted as she studied Abby. "Now I'm just curious. I'm going to hold you to your promise." She kissed Maggie softly. "And if you don't, I'm only going to fuck Claire on *your* bed, so you have to deal with her enormous squirts." Abby tried to look fierce while Maggie held her close and laughed.
They exchanged kisses and luxuriated in each other for a few minutes, sharing a conversation of light touches. Eventually, Maggie sighed so that Abby looked at her closely. Maggie rubbed her nose against Abby's. "I need to bathe, Abs. Come wash my back, and I'll wash yours?" Abby nodded gently. "Deal."
They walked hand in hand to the bathroom and took a long hot shower together. At one point, it was if they were slow dancing under the warm water. Maggie kissed the corner of Abby's mouth. "You always feel so good against me. Especially those beautiful tits." Abby snickered. "Maybe when you get through with your secret stuff, you'll take some time to taste them again, Maggie-moo." Maggie nodded and moved Abby's wet bang from in front of her eyes. "I will. Just me and you."
The shower over, the two of them dried off and put on clean underwear before walking back to their room. Maggie put on a tight pair of jeans and a floral blouse with a deep neckline. Abby put on similar clothes. Then they each grabbed their bags and headed for breakfast.
The dining hall was busy, but they found a table in the corner where they could talk. Maggie's mind was already on Leo, and she couldn’t stop smiling. Abby noticed and grinned. "You’re practically glowing, Maggie-moo. I’ve never seen you like this before." Maggie blushed. "I know. I just... I really like him, Abs. He’s different. He’s sweet, but he’s got this quiet depth to him that makes me want to find out what else is under the surface." Abby smirked. "Oh, I bet you do. And I bet you’ll find out tonight." Maggie laughed, her cheeks flushing a deeper red.
Claire arrived at the table. Maggie instantly noted the difference in her. No longer stiff and conservative, she looked radiant. She wore tight clothes that showed off her figure and her makeup was deft and alluring. Claire made sure she got welcoming kisses from both women, then sat with them. Their conversation was light and fun, and their laughter was contagious. Maggie noted a lot of interested and jealous glances from other tables.
Maggie waited for a pause in the conversation, then said, "Abby, should we introduce Claire to Liza soon?" Abby's mouth dropped open and her eyes went round as she considered the possibility. Claire looked back and forth between them and asked, "What's a Liza?" Maggie continued to look at Abby and then flexed her eyebrows suggestively. Abby murmured, "Maybe Sunday, after you get back?"
Maggie turned to Claire and cupped her cheek. "Sunday afternoon is ours, okay? Got a special treat for you." Claire started to argue, and Maggie leaned into her and kissed her softly. "Just yes or no. Trust us or don't." Claire drew back and nodded. "I'm in." Abby cheered then said much more quietly, "You won't regret it."
They finished their breakfast and headed off in different directions. Maggie had a physics lab and then home work and then getting ready for Leo. As Maggie entered the lab room, her phone pinged and she looked at it.
**Leo:** *Meet me at 6:30 at Ragazzi's? I made reservations....*
Maggie grinned and typed back.
**Maggie:** *Reservations? Nicely done, boyfriend! Seriously, Leo, I'm looking forward to it.*
Leo texted back a thumbs-up.
***
After the lab and some study time and then the actual physics lecture and then more study time in the library (including a brief stop at Judy's office that comprised kissing, groping, and firming up plans for the next night), Maggie stood in her dorm room, getting ready for her date. She chose a yellow sundress that went to about the middle of her thighs. She tastefully put on her makeup and examined herself in the mirror. Finding nothing else that needed doing, she headed out to the restaurant.
She could see people's heads turning as she walked down the street. But when she got to the door, she found Leo waiting for her. She greeted him with a hug and then a soft kiss before studying him. He had worn a long-sleeve button-down shirt, tight and dark blue jeans, and what looked like a pair of cowboy boots. He had even combed his hair and put a part in it. Liking what she saw, she kissed him again, touching his cheek with her fingertips. "I like the serious Leo, babe. Almost as much as the first one I met." Leo grinned and squeezed her hand. "I didn't want you to think I don't take you seriously," Leo said, his voice low as he guided her inside the restaurant. The hostess led them to a cozy corner table with a flickering candle and a view of the street. Maggie slid into the booth first, letting her dress ride up just enough to reveal the tops of her thighs. Leo's eyes flicked down before he caught himself, his cheeks darkening slightly.
"You look incredible," he said, his voice rougher than usual. Maggie smirked, adjusting the strap of her dress. "You clean up pretty well yourself."
The waiter arrived to deliver menus and asked, "May I suggest a wine?" Leo grimaced and shook his head. "Under age, I'm afraid. We appreciate the offer however. How about two sweet teas?" The waiter nodded and moved off.
Leo leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "So, I have a confession." Maggie tilted her head, her fingers tracing the rim of her water glass. "Oh? Do I need to be worried?" She kept her tone light, but her pulse quickened.
Leo exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "I've never actually been on a real date before. I mean, not like this. The kind where you actually care about the person and want to impress them."
Maggie blinked, then laughed softly. "Well, you're doing a pretty good job so far. I mean, you *did* make reservations, and you're wearing a shirt that actually fits you—so you're already ahead of most guys I know." Maggie leaned back, letting her fingers trail along the edge of the table. "And besides, I've been impressed since the moment I met you, you know." She moved her hand over his and squeezed gently.
"I *like* us, Leo. It feels like we've known each other forever. I don't expect you to go all out or become a different person. I just wanted tonight to be...special, you know?" She blushed and looked down a moment before looking back up to his eyes. "I'm sorry if I've been a bitch." Maggie said, her voice dropping to a whisper. "I didn't mean to be. It's just... I've never felt like this before. Like I'm walking on eggshells, waiting for something to go wrong. Waiting for you to realize I'm not worth it."
Leo reached across the table and took her hand, his thumb tracing slow circles over her knuckles. "Maggie, look at me." When she finally met his eyes, he continued, "You're worth everything. I don't know what made you think otherwise, but I'm not going anywhere. I like you. A lot. And I want to see where this goes."
Maggie's breath caught in her throat. Leo's words wrapped around her, warm and steady, like a blanket on a cold night. She squeezed his hand, her fingers trembling slightly. "You don't know what that means to me," she whispered.
Leo smiled softly, his thumb still tracing circles on her skin. "Then let me show you."
The waiter returned with their sweet teas, placing them on the table with practiced ease. "Are you ready to order?" he asked, his eyes flicking between them.
Maggie glanced down at the menu, though she hadn't really looked at it. "I'll have the pasta primavera," she said, her voice still a little shaky. "With a side Caesar salad."
Leo nodded. "Ooo, the salad sounds good. And can I have fettucine alfredo with chicken?" The waiter nodded "Of course. I'll bring you some fresh bread and olive oil." The waiter moved off, leaving them alone again. Maggie exhaled slowly, her fingers still tangled with Leo's. The candlelight flickered between them, casting soft shadows across his face. She studied him—the way his dark hair curled slightly at the nape of his neck, the faint stubble along his jaw, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. He was beautiful in a way that made her chest ache.
"You're staring," Leo said, his voice low.
Maggie didn't look away. "I like looking at you."
Leo's cheeks darkened, but he didn't pull his hand away.
Instead, he turned it over, lacing their fingers together. "Good," he murmured. "Because I don't think I'll ever get tired of looking at you either."
Maggie's breath hitched. The way he said it—so simple, so sincere—made her stomach flutter. She squeezed his hand again, her thumb brushing over his knuckles. Suddenly, she made a face and asked. "Ugh, do we sound as dopey as I think we do?" Leo laughed out loud. "Is it dopey if it's true?
Maggie pondered the question. "Maybe not, but we aren't going to do this often, are we?" She scrunched her nose at him. "Did I mention, I like the 'us' that go to class and go to lunch and study? *This* is meant to be a celebration?" Leo sighed. "I don't know, but at the risk of sounding dopey," and here he winked at her, "I don't really care what we do so long as we do it together." The waiter chose that moment to drop off a basket of fresh bread and a saucer with olive oil in it.
Leo took a piece of bread and dipped it, then took a huge bite of it. "Gosh, that's good." He chewed and swallowed, then said to Maggie, "Do you know, that I don't know anything about you outside of class?" Maggie sat up straight and blinked. "Well, here I am. What do you want to know?" Leo grinned. "Tell me about your family."
So Maggie talked about her mother and her two little sisters, and how her father died when she was young. About how her mother worked so hard for them such that Maggie had to take care of her sisters as well. About how she decided to get a scholarship to college so that more money could go to her sisters' education. About how she had so very little personal life as she tried to be the good girl and put her family first.
Leo sat and listened. "Wow. That must've been hard." Maggie blushed. "Well, if I tell you something, will you swear never to tell a soul?" Leo nodded and put his hand over his heart. Maggie sighed and went on in a lower voice, "They're kids; they don't appreciate what I gave up for them, so they wouldn't have to. They treat me pretty mean sometimes. They're in for a shock when I go home for the holidays. I'm not the scared mouse that left home."
Leo nodded. "What happened to change you?" Maggie sniffed, and a tear rolled down her face. "Abby did. She told me to be me, even if I didn't know who that was. She taught me to be open to possibility, to love me as much as I love my sisters, even when they are being jerky kids." Leo nodded. "I had no idea." Maggie smiled brightly and squeezed Leo's hand again. "I love her. She's the dearest friend I have. She's the sister I didn't know I needed." Maggie wiped at her eyes and took a deep breath. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get all emotional." Leo reached across the table and wiped away a tear with his thumb. "Don't apologize. I'm honored you shared that with me." The waiter arrived with their food, giving them a moment to compose themselves. Maggie took a bite of her pasta, savoring the flavors. "This is really good," she said, trying to lighten the mood. Leo nodded, his mouth full of fettuccine. "So good," he managed to say before swallowing. "I'm glad you like it." They ate in comfortable silence for a few minutes, the candlelight flickering between them.
Maggie picked up the thread. "So, now I'm more open to new experiences and people who would normally scare me, like Liza." Leo chewed on his salad thoughtfully. "You know, I would never have guessed this about you in a million years. You seem so full of life and so eager. I never would have thought you could be a...what did you call it?...a mouse."
Maggie leaned toward him and kissed him softly, then whispered, "Oh, you have no idea." She drew back and giggled before murmuring, "Hey, that *is* good sauce!" Leo laughed and wiped his mouth. "You know what? I'm glad you're here with me. I mean, I'm really glad." Maggie smiled and squeezed his hand. "Me too. I'm glad you asked me out. I was worried you'd think I was too much." Leo shook his head. "No way. You're perfect. And I don't just mean the way you look." Maggie blushed and looked down at her plate. "Thanks. That means a lot." Leo reached across the table and took her hand. "I mean it. You're smart, funny, and you care about people. You're the whole package." Maggie smiled and squeezed his hand. "You're pretty great yourself. I mean, you're not just some dumb jock who thinks with his dick." Maggie grinned, nudging his foot under the table. "You actually have a brain in that thick skull of yours."
Leo laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Yeah, well, I try not to be *too* much of a cliché." He took a sip of his sweet tea, then set it down carefully. The conversation wandered around their lives at home and their families. Soon they were looking at each other over a plate of what used to be tiramisu.
Leo wiped his mouth with a napkin and said, "So, what's next for us, Maggie?" Maggie grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, I was told there would be a movie at your place?" Leo's eyebrows shot up. "That sounds... promising." He glanced around the restaurant, making sure no one was eavesdropping, then lowered his voice. "Are you sure you want to do that? I mean, I'm not exactly... experienced." "Leo, you're overthinking this. I don't need you to be some kind of Casanova. I just need you to be *you*." She reached across the table and traced her fingers along his forearm, watching the way his muscles tensed under her touch. "And honestly? I’m not exactly an expert either. But I *do* know that I like you. And I want to see what happens when we’re alone together."
Leo swallowed hard, his gaze flicking down to her lips before meeting her eyes again. "Okay," he said, his voice rough. "But if I do something wrong—"
Maggie cut him off with a soft laugh, shaking her head.
"Leo, if you do something wrong, I'll tell you. And if I do something wrong, you tell me. That's how this works, right?" He exhaled, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. "Right. Okay. Yeah."
The waiter returned with the check, and Leo reached for it before Maggie could even blink. She raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you're one of *those* guys."
Leo smirked, sliding the black folder out of his reach. "I *am* one of those guys. At least for tonight." He pulled out his wallet, counting out the bills with practiced ease.
After the bill was paid, they walked hand in hand back to Leo's dorm. Somehow Leo had ended up with a single, so he had a nice TV and big ol' beanbag chair in front of it. Maggie clapped her hands and bounced on her toes. "I *love* beanbag chairs!" She flopped down in it and leaned way back, her hair dragging the floor behind her. Leo sat more carefully in the chair, and Maggie looked over his shoulder as he started looking at movies to cast to his TV.
Leo paused his perusal and looked at her. "Okay. I'm going to be honest. This is a test. If you don't like this movie, there's no hope for us." Maggie looked up into his eyes. "What? Seriously?" Leo nodded sincerely. "The Princess Bride." Maggie began chewing on her lip. "Umm, I don't know it. I never got a chance to do a lot of movie watching."
Leo almost yelled, "What?!? We have to fix this now!" He stood up again and said, "But I have to get out of this shirt and these boots. I need to relax." Maggie nodded and watched as he pulled the boots off, then his shirt. When he turned to put on a t-shirt, she gasped. "Wait! Stop!" He froze except for tilting his head to look at her through his armpit. "What?"
Maggie stood and studied the tattoo revealed on his back, an enormous mountain view that stretched from shoulder to shoulder. She leaned forward and kissed the full moon over the mountain, causing him to shiver. "Oh my God, Leo. Is this Liza's work?" Leo nodded and smiled at Maggie over his shoulder. "Yeah. She's really good." Maggie put her hand on his and murmured, "You should leave the shirt off, I think."
Leo looked at her a moment and then casually tossed the short to the floor. Maggie sat back down in the bean bag chair, patting the space beside her. Leo sat and they snuggled close as Leo started the movie.
***
At the end of the movie Maggie laughed and she cried. Leo held her close, then reached up to kiss at her tears. Maggie mmm'ed and moved her mouth to his, and they were kissing, harder and deeper than they ever had before. Maggie's fingers trailed up to Leo's pecs and squeezed softly. Leo groaned softly and lazily ran circles over Maggie's back. Maggie liked the response and began kissing and nipping Leo's neck.
He groaned and tilted his head to give her better access. She kissed down his neck and then to his collarbone, licking and sucking at the skin. Leo's hands slid under her dress, his fingers tracing the edges of her panties. "Fuck, Maggie," he whispered, his voice rough. "You're so soft." Maggie giggled and bit at his ear. "And you're so hard." She reached down and squeezed his cock through his jeans, feeling him twitch under her touch. Leo groaned, his hips jerking forward. "Jesus, Maggie," he muttered, his fingers tightening on her waist. Maggie grinned and kissed him again, her tongue sliding against his.
Maggie drew back and reached behind herself, unzipping her dress. She stood and slid it to her feet. Then she reached back again, and her bra was on the floor. She sat and straddled Leo and began kissing his shoulders. She murmured to him, "Touch me, Leo. Remember, there's no wrong here." Maggie's voice was a breathless whisper against his skin as she ground her hips down, feeling the thick ridge of his cock straining against his jeans. "I want you to touch me, Leo. *Please.*"
Leo's hands trembled as he slid them up her bare thighs, his calloused fingers rough against her smooth skin. He groaned when he realized she wasn't wearing panties—just bare, wet heat pressing down on him. "Fuck, Maggie," he muttered, his fingers digging into her ass as he pulled her tighter against him. "You weren't wearing anything under that dress."
Maggie laughed softly, biting his earlobe. "No, I'm not. I thought there might be a moment when it would be better if I didn't have them on." Leo blinked, then nodded. "You might have been right." He moved hos mouth to her neck and then lower, kissing then sucking Maggie's hardened nipple into his mouth. Maggie arched against him. "Fuck, yes. Don't stop, Leo."
Leo nodded and slid his hands down her back, then gently squeezed her ass. He breathed against her nipple, "God, Maggie, you're so gorgeous." His voice was thick with desire, and she could feel the heat of his breath on her skin. He teased the other nipple with his fingers, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, then pinched it lightly. Maggie gasped, her back arching as pleasure shot through her body.
"Leo," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "I want you so much."
Leo groaned, his hands sliding down to her hips, gripping them tightly. "You have no idea how badly I want you too," he murmured, his lips trailing down her chest, over her stomach, until he was kneeling between her legs. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust.
"Fuck, Maggie," he growled, his voice rough and low, "I want to taste you."
Maggie shivered at the raw hunger in his voice, her pussy clenching with anticipation. She nodded, her breath hitching as she watched him. "Yes, Leo. Please."
Leo didn’t hesitate. He gripped her thighs, spreading them wider as he leaned in, his breath hot against her slick folds. "You’re so fucking wet," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. He dragged his tongue through her folds, slow and deliberate, savoring the taste of her.
Maggie gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer, her hips bucking against his mouth. "Fuck, Leo—oh, *fuck*—"
Leo groaned against her, the vibration making her shudder. He flattened his tongue, dragging it from her entrance all the way up to her clit, circling it before sucking it between his lips. Maggie’s breath came in ragged gasps, her thighs trembling around his head as he worked her with his mouth, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass to hold her in place.
"God, you taste so good," he growled, his voice muffled against her.
His tongue swirled around her clit, pressing down just hard enough to make her whimper. He slipped two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that spot that made her back arch. "Fuck, Leo—right there—don’t stop—"
Maggie’s fingers tightened in his hair, her hips grinding against his face as he fucked her with his fingers, his tongue never letting up. She could feel the pressure building, her thighs trembling, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I’m gonna come—oh, *fuck*—"
Leo didn’t stop.
He doubled down, his fingers pistoning in and out of her tight, dripping cunt while his tongue lashed her clit with relentless precision. The wet, obscene sounds of her arousal filled the room—sloppy, filthy, *perfect*. Maggie’s entire body tensed, her back arching off the beanbag as the orgasm ripped through her like a goddamn freight train.
"Leo—*fuck*—I’m coming—*I’m coming*—"
Her pussy clenched around his fingers, her juices flooding his hand as she screamed, her voice raw and desperate.
Leo groaned against her, his tongue never stopping, lapping up every drop of her release like a starving man. He didn’t let up, didn’t slow down—if anything, he went harder, his fingers curling inside her, his tongue flicking her clit with relentless precision.
Maggie’s body convulsed, her thighs trembling around his head as she rode out the orgasm, her fingers still tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, *deeper*. She was a mess—breathless, sweating, her skin flushed and slick with sweat, her nipples hard little peaks against her chest.
Leo finally pulled back, his lips glistening with her arousal, his fingers still buried inside her. He smiled evilly and murmured, "Good cunt." Maggie gaped at him and then quivered again around his fingers.
His chest heaved, his cock straining against his jeans, the thick outline of it pressing against the denim. Maggie’s pussy pulsed around his fingers, still trembling from the force of her orgasm. She looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes, her lips parted, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
"Fuck, Leo," she whispered, her voice raw. "That was… that was *everything*."
Leo groaned, his fingers still curled inside her, his thumb brushing slow circles over her clit. "You’re so fucking beautiful when you come," he murmured, his voice rough.
He slowly withdrew his fingers from her, bringing them to his lips and licking them clean with a filthy, deliberate slowness. "Taste so good, Maggie."
Maggie’s breath hitched as she watched him, her pussy still throbbing from the intensity of her orgasm. She reached down, her fingers trembling as she unbuttoned his jeans, the sound of the zipper loud in the quiet room. "I want to see you, Leo," she whispered, her voice thick with need. "I want to *feel* you."
Leo groaned as she pulled his jeans down, his cock springing free, thick and heavy, the tip already glistening with pre-cum.
Maggie’s breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight of him—long, thick, veined, and *hard*—so fucking hard for her. She licked her lips, her pussy clenching at the sight of it.
“Fuck, Leo,” she whispered, her fingers wrapping around the base of his shaft, her thumb swiping at the bead of pre-cum already leaking from the tip. “You’re so fucking big.”
Leo’s hips jerked at her touch, his cock twitching in her grip. “Jesus, Maggie,” he groaned, his voice rough. Maggie squeezed his cock again and then rolled him to his back. She pulled his jeans down his legs and set them aside, then put his boxers with them. Then she leaned down and softly, delicately kissed the head of his cock.
Leo groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair, his hips lifting off the beanbag chair as if he could push himself deeper into her mouth. Maggie smiled against his skin, feeling the heat of him, the way his cock pulsed under her lips. She licked him slowly, from the base to the tip, savoring the salty taste of his pre-cum, the way his breath hitched when she swirled her tongue around the head.
"Fuck, Maggie," Leo groaned, his voice rough and strained. "Your mouth feels so fucking good."
Maggie hummed in response, the vibration making his cock twitch.
She wrapped her lips around the head, sucking gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive ridge. Leo’s fingers tightened in her hair, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. "Fuck—*fuck*, Maggie—"
She took him deeper, her lips stretching around his thick shaft, her tongue pressing flat against the underside as she slid down. She could feel the veins pulsing against her tongue, the heat of him filling her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard as she pulled back, her lips making a filthy, wet *pop* when she reached the tip.
Leo groaned, his hips jerking up.
"Fuck, Maggie—I thought you said you weren't that experienced." His fingers tightened in her hair, not pushing her away but holding her close, his cock twitching against her tongue.
Maggie pulled back just enough to look up at him, her lips glistening with his pre-cum. "I might've lied, just a little," she whispered, her voice husky. She licked her lips, tasting him, before taking him deep again, her throat relaxing to take him deeper.
Leo’s breath came in sharp gasps, his fingers flexing in her hair. "Fuck, Maggie—*fuck*—" His words turned into a groan as she took him deeper, her throat opening for him, her lips sealing around the base of his shaft. She could feel him twitching, his cock throbbing against her tongue, the salty taste of his pre-cum flooding her mouth.
Again, Maggie pulled completely off of him, then looked into his eyes as she licked her lips clean. "You're delicious, Leo, just like I knew you would be." Her hand circled his cock and stroked slowly. "Now, I'm going to take my time sucking you off. You enjoy the ride and do what feels right. And make sure come down my throat." And then she lowered her mouth to his cock, taking him until his balls rubbed on her chin.
She felt him twitch and pulse in her mouth, and she moaned around him, the vibrations making his cock jerk again. She pulled back until just the head was in her mouth, and she swirled her tongue around it, savoring the taste of him. She took him deep again, her throat opening to take him, and she felt him hit the back of her throat. She swallowed around him, and he groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair.
Maggie pulled back again, and then forward, bobbing her head slowly and deeply, enjoying every quiver he made. One hand reached beneath him to fondle his balls softly.
He whimpered, his hips lifting slightly, pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. Maggie hummed in approval, the vibration making him twitch. She pulled back again, her lips glistening with saliva and pre-cum, and looked up at him. "You taste so good, Leo," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. "I'm going to do this for a while. You just enjoy it." She grinned and took him deep again, her lips sealing around his shaft as she swallowed him down. Leo groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair as he watched her take him. His cock throbbed in her mouth, the veins pulsing against her tongue as she sucked him deeper. She felt him twitch, his hips lifting slightly, pushing himself deeper into her throat.
Maggie moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him shudder. She pulled back slowly, her lips dragging along his length, her tongue swirling around the head before she took him deep again. She could feel his cock swelling in her mouth, his pre-cum leaking onto her tongue.
She swallowed it down greedily, savoring the taste of him. Her pussy was dripping, her thighs slick with her own arousal. She reached down between her legs, her fingers sliding through her wet folds, teasing her clit as she continued to suck him off.
Leo groaned, his hips bucking up into her mouth. "Fuck, Maggie, you're so fucking good at this," he growled, his fingers tightening in her hair. "I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come in your mouth."
Maggie moaned around his cock, the vibrations making him twitch. She pulled back just enough to look up at him, her lips glistening with his pre-cum.
"Fucking come for me, Leo," she whispered, her voice thick with lust. "Give me your seed." She wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, stroking him in time with her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head, teasing the slit.
Leo groaned, his hips lifting off the beanbag, his cock throbbing in her grip. "Fuck, Maggie—*fuck*—I’m gonna—"
She took him deep again, her throat relaxing to take him fully, her lips sealing around the base.
She felt his cock swell, the veins pulsing against her tongue, his balls drawing up tight. His fingers tangled in her hair, gripping hard as he thrust up into her mouth, his hips jerking uncontrollably.
"Fuck—*fuck*—I’m coming—"
Maggie moaned around him, the vibration making his cock twitch violently. She swallowed as the first thick spurt of cum hit the back of her throat, hot and salty. She pulled back slightly, letting the next jet coat her tongue, savoring the taste of him. She swallowed again, her throat working around the head of his cock as he emptied himself into her mouth.
His cum was thick and salty, coating her tongue and sliding down her throat in hot, sticky spurts. She moaned around him, the filthy sound vibrating against his sensitive flesh, milking every last drop from him.
Leo’s breath came in ragged gasps, his fingers still tangled in her hair, his cock twitching weakly as the last of his orgasm faded. Maggie pulled back slowly, her lips glistening with his cum, her tongue swiping over her bottom lip to catch the last few drops. She looked up at him, her eyes dark with lust, her cheeks flushed.
“Fuck, Maggie,” Leo groaned, his voice rough and breathless. Maggie answered, "Fuck, Leo," as she leaned forward and kissed him hard, her tongue twirling in his mouth. His hands came up and groped her breasts and she pushed them into his palms without breaking the kiss.
His fingers found her nipples and pinched them hard, making her gasp and moan into his mouth. She ground her hips against his, feeling his cock twitching back to life between them. Maggie broke the kiss and whispered, "Fuck, Leo. I need you inside me. I need to feel you stretching me open. I need you to claim me, USE me." Maggie's voice was a desperate whisper, her fingers digging into Leo's shoulders as she ground her dripping pussy against his already hardening cock. The air between them was thick with the scent of sex—her musky arousal mixed with the salty tang of his cum still on her tongue. She could feel his cock twitching back to life, thick and heavy against her stomach, the heat of it searing her skin.
Leo reached down and grasped his cock, guiding its warm wet head up and down her slit and tapping it on her clit. Maggie moaned and arched her back, her hips rolling to meet his touch. "Fuck, yes, Leo. Rub that fat cockhead on my clit. Make me come again before you fuck me." Leo groaned and complied, his thick cock dragging through her slick folds, his thumb pressing down on her clit as he worked her. Maggie gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders, her thighs trembling as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. "Oh fuck, Leo—right there—don't stop—" Leo growled, his free hand gripping her hip, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he ground his cock against her.
"I can feel how much you want this," Leo growled, his voice rough with desire as he continued to grind the thick, swollen head of his cock against her clit. The slick sounds of her arousal filled the room, the obscene wetness between her thighs making his cock glisten with her juices.
Maggie whimpered, her hips bucking against him, her pussy clenching with need. "Fuck, Leo—*please*—I need you *inside* me. I need your cock stretching me open, filling me up. I want to feel every inch of you." Her voice was a desperate, breathless plea, her fingers clawing at his shoulders as she tried to pull him closer.
Leo didn’t make her wait. With a filthy groan, he gripped his cock and lined it up with her dripping entrance. The thick, swollen head pressed against her, parting her slick folds as he began to push inside.
Maggie gasped as she felt the stretch, her pussy resisting just for a second before yielding to his relentless pressure. "Oh *fuck*—" she moaned, her nails digging into his skin. "That feels so good...so right—"
Leo groaned, his jaw clenched as he inched deeper, his thick cock spreading her open. "Fuck, Maggie—you’re so *tight*—" His voice was strained, his breath ragged as he fought to keep control. The thick head of his cock stretched her wide, the slow, deliberate invasion making her whimper with need.
Maggie’s fingers dug into his shoulders, her back arching as she forced herself down onto him, her pussy clenching around his thick shaft. "God, *yes*—" she gasped, her voice trembling. "Fuck me, Leo. *Fuck me hard.*"
Leo groaned, his hips jerking forward as he buried himself to the hilt inside her. The sudden, deep thrust made her cry out, her nails raking down his back. His cock was *huge*, filling her completely, stretching her in a way that bordered on pain but felt so *fucking good*." Maggie leaned forward again and clamped her teeth on his neck.
Leo growled and he thrust hard again. Maggie murmured, "If you had told me it would be this good, we would have done this weeks ago." Leo grinned and thrust again, making her gasp. "You're not wrong," he said, his voice rough. Maggie whimpered and moaned as he began to fuck her slowly, his cock sliding in and out of her tight, wet pussy. She could feel every ridge, every vein of his cock as it stretched her open, the friction making her clench around him. "Fuck, Leo," she gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders. "You feel so good inside me." Leo groaned, his hips rolling as he thrust deeper, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her see stars. "You're so fucking tight, Maggie," he growled, his voice rough with desire.
"I can feel your cunt squeezing me like it never wants to let go." He thrust deeper, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her vision blur. Maggie gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders, her thighs trembling around his waist.
"Fuck, Leo—*right there*—don't stop—" Her voice was a desperate whimper, her body arching against his as he pounded into her. The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, wet and filthy, the scent of her arousal thick in the air.
Leo groaned, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. "I've only ever dreamed of a cunt this hot, a lover so good," he growled, his voice thick with lust. Maggie groaned and whimpered, "I can't...I can't stop,,," And then she came, convulsing around the cock deep inside her.
Leo tried valiantly but he couldn't hold back. His body tensed and then he erupted inside her, his body trembling. Maggie wailed as she felt him coming inside her. "Yes, yes, give me all of it, Leo...." Her voice trailed off into a breathless moan as she felt the thick, hot spurts of his cum flooding her insides, each pulse of his cock sending another wave of pleasure crashing through her. His cum was so much—thick, sticky, and *hot*—filling her up until she could feel it dripping down her thighs as he continued to thrust through his orgasm.
Leo groaned, his hips stuttering as the last of his release spilled into her. He collapsed forward, his forehead resting against hers, their breath mingling in ragged gasps. "Fuck, Maggie," he whispered, his voice rough and raw. Maggie leaned in to kiss him hard, then groaned as she stood up and his cock slipped from her. When Leo stood to figure out where she was going, he found her settling on his bed, her legs spread, her fingers holding her labia open. She looked up at him through her eyelashes and murmured, "More, tiger. Lots, lots more." He blushed, then grinned as he climbed atop her and begin chewing on one of her nipples and rubbing his length over her sensitized clit.
Maggie groaned and reached down to guide him inside her again. Leo groaned and thrust deep, making Maggie gasp and arch her back. "Fuck, Leo," she moaned, her fingers digging into his shoulders. Leo grunted and began to move, his hips rolling as he fucked her slow and deep, his cock stretching her open with every thrust.
Maggie whimpered, her legs wrapping around his waist, her heels digging into his ass as she pulled him deeper. "Harder, Leo," she gasped, her voice breathless. Leo nodded and pulled out of Maggie. Maggie began to complain, until Leo manhandled her one to her arms and legs. He leaned to kiss the small of her back, then spread her thighs. Maggie could feel the head of his cock at her entrance, and then he thrust slow, easing into her cunt inch by inch until his balls rested on her ass. She whimpered as he drew back before slamming home in one thrust.
Maggie’s breath hitched as she felt him stretch her open, his thick cock filling her completely. "Fuck, Leo," she gasped, her fingers gripping the sheets beneath her. Leo groaned, his hips rolling as he began to fuck her slow and deep, his cock sliding in and out of her tight, wet cunt. Maggie whimpered, her legs trembling as she tried to push back against him, wanting more, needing more.
Leo reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back as he leaned over her. "That more like it, gorgeous?" he growled in her ear, his voice rough and low. And then his teeth were at her neck.
He bit down and Maggie gasped, her body shuddering as he drove into her again, harder this time, his cock slamming into her with a wet, filthy sound. "Fuck, Leo," she moaned, her voice trembling with need. "You feel so good inside me. So deep."
Leo growled against her skin, his hips snapping forward as he fucked her with deep, punishing thrusts. "You take my cock so well, Maggie," he panted, his voice rough with lust. "This has got to be heaven, Maggie." His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling her head back as he leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back.
The angle made his cock hit that spot inside her that made her see stars, the one that sent jolts of pleasure through her body every time he thrust deep.
"Fuck, Leo," Maggie gasped, her voice trembling as she tried to push back against him, wanting more. "Harder. Fuck me harder."
Leo growled, his hips snapping forward with a wet, filthy slap of skin against skin. His cock drove into her with relentless force, stretching her open, filling her up until she could feel him in every nerve ending. "Is it what you imagined, lover?" he grunted, his voice rough and low.
Maggie gasped as he thrust again, his cock slamming into her with a force that made her vision blur. "Oh *fuck*, Leo," she moaned, her fingers clawing at the sheets beneath her. "It's *better*—so much *better*—" Leo growled, his hips snapping forward with a wet, filthy slap of skin against skin. "You're so *deep*—so *thick*—I can feel every inch of you stretching me open."
Leo groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair, pulling her head back as he leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back.
His cock was buried deep inside her, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. "You're so fucking tight, Maggie," he growled, his voice rough and strained. "Your cunt feels like it was made for my cock."
Maggie whimpered, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she tried to push back against him, wanting more, needing more. "Fuck, Leo," she gasped, her voice trembling. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop." Leo didn’t stop. He pulled back and slammed into her again, his cock driving deep, stretching her, filling her.
Maggie gasped, her fingers clawing at the sheets as she tried to push back against him, wanting more, needing more. "Fuck, Leo," she moaned, her voice trembling. His hips snapped forward, his cock driving into her with relentless force, stretching her open, filling her up until she could feel him in every nerve ending.
Leo growled into her ear. "That's it, lover. Let yourself go Let your passion bring you to me. Feel me claiming your exquisite pussy." Leo's voice was a filthy growl against her ear as he gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, his calloused fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass. His cock was buried to the hilt inside her, the thick, swollen head pressing against the deepest part of her, stretching her open in a way that made her whimper.
And then Maggie was there. Her It felt like all her nerves fired at once as she released, dragging Leo with her. Leo pressed deep and throbbed inside Maggie, feeling her milk his cock as he emptied into her. As they began to settle, Leo stretched out atop her and rolled them into a spooning position. Maggie turned her head and did her best to kiss him. He put his hand over her heart and kissed her shoulder blade as they caught their breaths.
Maggie's fingers found his and she squeezed. "That was...incredible." Leo chuckled and kissed her neck. "You're incredible. I've never felt anything like that." Maggie turned her head and kissed him before heaving a great sigh and nestling back into his comforting arms.
They awoke several times in the night, each signaling another round of lovemaking. Nothing was ever as violent as their second session; instead, it was tender and soulful and, Maggie thought, fulfilling. Though Leo wasn't the size of Judy, when he entered her, she felt...complete rather than just full. Every thrust was a declaration, a delicious promise that she was his, body and soul.
When she woke up to morning sun, she lay beside Leo and examined his face. She was delighted to find that he smiled in his sleep. She leaned close and took a long sniff of him, memorizing and praying that she would get to renew that memory often for a long time.
She kissed his forehead, then his nose, then his lips. He stirred and smiled at her, his eyes still closed.
"Good morning, beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.
Maggie grinned and kissed him again. "Good morning, handsome."
Leo's hand slid down her back, his fingers tracing lazy circles over her skin. "You're so soft," he murmured, his voice rough with sleep. "I could stay like this forever."
Maggie hummed in agreement, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Me too," she whispered, her lips brushing against his. "And we have some time, it being Saturday and all that. But I need to be at the library for a long shift, and I won't be back until really late." She searched his eyes for a moment. "I'm sorry. Spending the day together might have been the perfect response to what you did to me last night." Leo grinned, his fingers tracing lazy circles over her bare hip. "I mean, I could think of a few ways to keep you occupied, but I know you've got responsibilities."
Maggie sighed and stretched, her back arching as she pressed her ass into his lap. "Ugh, don't remind me. Judy's going to have me shelving books until my arms fall off." She rolled over to face him, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, then leaned in for a hard kiss. "And honestly, after what you did to my poor little body, I might need the time to recover." Maggie stretched, her back arching, her nipples brushing against Leo’s chest. She bit her lip as she felt the lingering ache between her thighs, the sweet soreness that reminded her of every filthy thing he’d done to her last night.
Leo groaned, his hand sliding down to cup her ass, pulling her against him. "Fuck, Maggie," he growled, his cock already stirring against her thigh. "You’re making it *really* hard to let you go."
Maggie giggled, grinding against him, feeling his length hardening beneath her. "Mmm, I *like* hard," she purred, rolling her hips again.
"But I *also* like the way you make me feel when you’re gentle." Her fingers traced down his chest, nails scraping lightly over his abs before wrapping around his thickening cock. "I'm not used to that kind of handling, at all."
Leo groaned, his cock twitching in her grip. "Jesus, Maggie. What are you doing? You say you need to go and you grab me?" Leo grinned a little and flexed in her hand.
She smirked, stroking him slowly, her thumb swiping over the slick pre-cum already beading at the tip. "Then maybe you should’ve thought about that before you *ruined* me last night." She leaned in, her breath hot against his ear. "I can still feel you inside me. Every time I move, it's like you're there, stretching me, owning me." Maggie's voice was a husky whisper as she straddled Leo's lap, her fingers tracing the lines of his chest. The morning light spilled through the half-drawn blinds, casting golden streaks across their tangled sheets and the sweat-slicked skin of their bodies. "Even when I'm not with you, I can feel you. Like some part of you is still buried deep inside me."
Leo groaned, his hands sliding up her thighs, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive skin where her legs met her hips. "Fuck, Maggie," he muttered, his voice rough with sleep and desire. His hands slid up her thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass as he pulled her closer. His cock was already hard, pressing against her stomach, the thick length twitching under her touch. "Does that mean we did okay?"
Maggie smirked, her fingers tightening around his shaft, stroking him slowly. "Yes...very okay," she teased, her voice a sultry whisper as she leaned in to capture his lips in a searing kiss.
Leo groaned into her mouth, his tongue tangling with hers as his hands roamed her body. He cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, making them harden instantly. Finally, she groaned. "Enough. Take me to your shower and bathe me; I don't care who sees. And then I really need to go back to my room so I can change clothes and head to the library." Maggie said as she reluctantly pulled away from Leo’s lips. She stood, her body aching in the most delicious ways, her pussy still throbbing from last night’s relentless fucking. She glanced down at Leo, sprawled naked on the bed, his cock already half-hard again, glistening with pre-cum. She licked her lips, her eyes darkening with hunger.
Leo smirked, his gaze raking over her body—her flushed skin, the way her nipples were still hard peaks, the faint bruises already forming on her hips from his grip. "You sure you gotta go?" Maggie leaned down again and kissed him softly. "Don't worry, handsome, we're going to be doing this a lot. Just not right now." She tugged his hand and got him to stand, then grabbed his cock and led him to the bathroom by it. He grinned and followed, his hand sliding down to cup her ass as they walked.