Chapter 2: Building Tension
I was having an incredible dream, in which I was fucking a beautiful woman from behind.
Her perfect ass was right there in front of me, and I couldn't help but admire it as I thrust into her. She moaned softly, her body pressing back against mine as I pounded into her wet pussy. I could feel her tightness gripping me, and it was driving me wild.
Suddenly, I realized who she was. It was Layla, the busty Irani girl from my tennis team. I had been dreaming about her for weeks, ever since I saw her in those tiny shorts during our last match. Her big tits bounced with each serve, and her ass was always on full display as she bent over to pick up the ball.
I woke up with a start, my heart pounding in my chest. I looked around the room, trying to get my bearings. I was still in my dorm room, the soft glow of my laptop screen casting eerie shadows on the walls. I was alone in my bedroom, and my cock was a bar of steel. I had morning wood.
Normally, I would take care of it myself, but today I had a better idea. I walked across the room, my footsteps quiet on the carpeted floor. Jane's door was slightly ajar, and I could see her sleeping form through the crack. I pushed the door open gently and stepped inside. Her room was dark, the only light coming from the streetlamps outside. She was lying on her back, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Her pajamas were bunched up around her waist, and her legs were spread slightly apart.
I approached the bed, my heart pounding in my chest. I could see the outline of her pussy through the thin fabric of her shorts. I reached out, my hand trembling slightly as I touched her. She didn't stir, her breathing remaining steady and even. I pushed her shorts aside, revealing her wet pussy. She was already dripping, her juices coating her thighs.
I knelt down beside the bed, my eyes locked on her pussy.
I could smell her arousal, sweet and intoxicating. I reached out, running a finger along her slit, feeling her wetness. She moaned softly in her sleep, her hips arching slightly. I looked up at her face, her eyes still closed, her lips slightly parted.
I couldn't resist any longer. I leaned in, my tongue darting out to taste her. She was sweet and tangy, her juices coating my tongue. I groaned, my cock throbbing as I licked her, my tongue swirling around her clit.
She woke up with a start, her body tensing for a moment before she relaxed, her eyes fluttering open. She looked down at me, a soft smile playing on her lips.
"Raj," she whispered, her voice husky with sleep and desire.
I looked up at her, my eyes locked on her tits.
They were perfect, round and firm, with nipples that were already hardening under my gaze. "What are you doing?"
I looked up at her, my eyes meeting hers. "I'm making you feel good," I said, my voice low and steady. "I want you to enjoy this."
She bit her lip, her eyes flicking down to my cock, which was still hard and throbbing in my hand.
She hesitated for a moment before a wicked grin spread across her face. "Well, since you're already down there..." she said, her voice playful.
I chuckled, lying back on the bed and spreading my legs. She climbed on top of me, straddling my face and lowering her pussy onto my mouth. I groaned, my tongue darting out to taste her again as she leaned down, taking my cock into her mouth.
We 69ed like that for what felt like hours, our bodies writhing and grinding against each other. I could feel her getting closer and closer to the edge, her moans vibrating against my cock as I licked and sucked her pussy. She was insatiable, her hunger for me growing with each passing moment.
I could feel my own orgasm building, her mouth working my cock like a pro. She knew just how to touch me, how to lick and suck me to drive me wild.
I could feel my orgasm building, my balls tightening as she worked my cock with her mouth. I groaned, my hips bucking as I fucked her face, my hands tangling in her hair.
Suddenly, she pulled back, her eyes meeting mine. "I want to ride you," she said, her voice husky with desire.
I grinned, my heart pounding in my chest. "I thought you'd never ask."
She climbed on top of me, straddling my hips and lowering herself onto my cock. I groaned as she took me deep, her pussy gripping me like a vice. She was so wet, so ready for me.
She began to move, her hips rolling as she rode me. I reached up, my hands cupping her tits as she bounced on my cock. She moaned, her head falling back as she took me deeper and deeper.
I could feel her pussy clenching around me, her body responding to my touch. I pinched her nipples, rolling them between my fingers as she rode me harder and faster.
"Fuck, Raj," she gasped, her breath coming in ragged pants. "You feel so good."
I grinned, my hands moving to her hips, guiding her movements. "You feel amazing, Jane. I love fucking you."
She moaned again, her body tensing as she got closer and closer to the edge. I could feel my own orgasm building, my balls tightening as she rode me. I was so close, so fucking close.
My hands reached down and squeezed two handfuls of her perfect ass as it bounced, rhythmically and hypnotically up and down my cock. I could feel every inch of her, her tight pussy gripping me like a velvet glove. She was so wet, so ready for me, and I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have her all to myself.
"Harder," she moaned, her voice barely audible over the sound of our bodies slapping together. "Fuck me harder, Raj."
I obliged, my hips thrusting up to meet hers, driving my cock deeper into her. She gasped, her nails digging into my chest as I pounded into her. Her tits bounced with each thrust, and I couldn't resist reaching up to squeeze them, my thumbs brushing against her nipples.
She moaned, her pussy clenching around me as I felt my own orgasm building. I was close, so fucking close.
"Come inside me, Raj," she gasped, her voice desperate. "I want to feel you fill me up."
Her words pushed me over the edge. I groaned, my hips jerking as I came hard, my cock pulsing deep inside her. I filled her pussy with my hot cum, wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me. She moaned, her body trembling as she came with me, her pussy milking my cock for every last drop.
As we both came down from our high, I realized that I had just made a huge mess inside of Jane. I looked up at her, a mix of concern and satisfaction on my face. "Jane, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... you know."
She smiled cheerily, casually, as if she didn't just give me the best fuck of my life. "It's okay, Raj. That's what good roommates do, right?" she said, wiping a strand of hair from her face. I chuckled, still trying to catch my breath. "I guess so," I replied, my voice still husky from our encounter. She climbed off me, standing up and stretching her arms over her head. I couldn't help but admire her body, her tits still heaving from our exertion. She caught me looking and smirked. Then, she flipped her hair out of her face and walked out the door back to her room, still completely naked.
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That afternoon, still glowing from the morning sex, I strolled casually in the warm Georgia sun towards the library after my afternoon physics class. Hundreds of students streamed across the quad,
chatting and laughing, their voices blending into a pleasant hum. The campus was alive with energy, a symphony of youthful dreams and aspirations.
As I approached the library, I noticed a familiar figure sitting on the steps, her legs crossed, lips pouting as she posed for a selfie. Layla, one of the girls from my tennis team, was oblivious to her surroundings as she searched for the right angle for her daily Instagram post.
Layla and I weren't exactly close; our conversations tender to peter out after polite how-are-yous, even though we practiced together several times a week. Still, her toned, tan legs and bouncing tits were frequent stars of my fantasies. My breath caught as I watched her, and wondered if those fantasies might come true, if I played my cards right.
I walked past her without a word and entered the library, pulling my laptop out as I settled in a nook by the door. From my seat, I could
see Layla, still engrossed in her selfie session, completely unaware of my presence.
I opened up the algorithm, and began editing the code to fit my new target.
Layla's face, with her pouty lips and big, doe eyes, flashed in my mind. I could feel my cock twitching in my pants at the thought of her. I adjusted myself, trying to get comfortable as I worked.
A few hours passed, and I finally felt satisfied with the changes I'd made. I saved the file and closed the laptop, looking up to stretch my arms. Layla was still outside, now talking to a group of friends. They laughed and chatted, completely at ease with each other. I watched her, admiring the way her hair caught the sunlight, the way her tits bounced slightly as she laughed.
I felt a familiar stirring in my pants, and I knew I had to have her. But I also knew I couldn't just walk up to her and confess my desires. No, I needed to be smart about this. I needed to use my algorithm.
I pressed "Run" on my screen, and shivered in anticipation. Then, I gave Layla her first command - to leave her friends, and walk into the library, and find a private nook to study in.
I watched as she stood up, said her goodbyes, and made her way inside the library, heading straight to my little nook. I tried to look surprised as she walked in.
"Hey, Layla, what are you doing here?" I asked, closing my laptop slightly to hide the screen.
She smiled, her eyes flicking to the laptop. "I just felt like studying, you know? Mind if I join you?"
"Not at all," I replied, opening the laptop back up and turning it slightly towards her. "I was just working on this new program. It's kind of fascinating, actually."
She leaned in, her eyes scanning the lines of code. "What is it?" she asked, her voice genuinely curious.
"It's a mind-control algorithm I'm working on," I said, my voice casual. "It's still in the early stages, but it's showing some promising results."
She laughed, her eyes widening. "Mind-control? Really, Raj?"
I shrugged, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. "Stranger things have happened," I said, and before she could respond, I pressed run.
She rolled her eyes. "So, like, what? You can make people do whatever you want?"
"Yep. In fact, it's working on you right now. Hey, you're getting kinda warm, right? Why don't you go ahead and take that top off?"
She snorted derisively as she reached down and grasped the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over her head. "Yeah, right. That stuff isn't real.