Back in the dorm rooms, I empty the contents of my shopping spree. I may had gone, 250 over my budget, but hey. It's fall you got to have some cute outfits. At target, I bought, with the very helpful assistance of Spencer, 5 fall dresses, 7 pairs of stockings, two coats, 2 jackets, 3, jumpsuits, 7 stylistic long-sleeve tops, boots, jeans, hair products, deodorant and nail polish. After unpacking it all into my closet, I call Spencer, he picks up on the first ring, "Hey darling."

"I feel like, I should have a friend name for you. Spencer's too formal."

"Is that why you called me?" He sounded amused.

"No. I'm just board, and wondered if your sick of me yet? And if you will you go get dinner with me?"

"Darling, I could never get sick of you. I was going to have dinner with Thomas, but I would really love if you would come!"

"Are you sure?" I ask hesitantly, "I wouldn't want to intrude?"

"No, of course not! I've met your crush, so you might as well meet mine," he chuckles.

"Spencer!" I yell through the phone line.

"Haha. I'm only teasing. Can you meet me at my dorm? We can all carpool."

"Sure, see yo then!"

"Bye."

I end up going to Becky's room, however, as I had assumed, she wasn't there, so I ended up borrowing a short black dress and matching jimmy choo's. After applying a light layer of mascara and matte lip gloss, I meander over to Spencer's dormitory. By the time I arrive, Spencer and Thomas were already waiting for me out the front. There was a slight nip in the air, Fall was creeping in like a silent killer. The days would soon become short, the nights almost unbearably cold, and from the first hours of twilight, a glacial wind is sure to flood the dormitories, hitting like a whip. As I near, Spencer removes his denim jacket and says, "Darling, are you crazy, your going to get laid in that outfit."

I laugh heartily, "And here I though you were worried about me getting cold."

He turns to look at Timothy. Timothy had an attractive complex. His body was trim and fit, eyes black as night, his hair situated unruly atop of his head, and he had two black, star, piercings in his earlobes. "Tim, this is my girl Emma, Emma this is my friend Tim." The way which Spencer had introduced the two of us, showed me just how the rest of this night was going to go.

As I had suspected, Spencer used the night to make Tim uncomfortable. He did this through referring to me as 'his girl' and constantly bringing up celebrities, specifically ones with the name Vanessa. So basically what I now understand, is that they are 'just friends,' but judging by the sexual tension in the room, they are probably boning back at Thomas place right now. Choosing not to be in their fore play dinner games, I decided to wing it and find my own way home. Dumb mistake. I'm in the middle of Manhattan, with absolutely no clue where I am. It's nearly 11:45 pm and in an irrational moment, I decide to just go to Jacobs penthouse. My classes tomorrow aren't even until 3:30 pm, and that's an English class anyway, and then another at 7:00 pm which is Political Science.

The lobby of the complex had a distinctive classy aroma. The ceiling was high, and the space lit up in contrast to the night. Once inside, I get an immediate relief of traffic noises and crazy pedestrian sidewalks. Pulling out my phone I dial Jacobs number, "Hello?" his voice is raspy from sleep, but smooth as silk.

"Hi. Interesting story. I'm in your lobby, and I need a place to stay the night. Can I stay with you?" There is an initial pause on the other end of the line, and my mind instantly tells me that this was a dumb idea, "Sorry, I'm leaving, never mind, I should just go back to-"

"No! I'm coming down to get you."

Before I interject the line disconnects. One of the concierge comes over to me, "Excuse me miss, this is private property, are you visiting someone?"

"Ah, I think so?"

"Sorry. We haven't received any information about a guest such as yourself visiting one of the residents, so I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"No. I'm here to see Jacob Reynolds. He knows I'm coming."

He sighs and rolls his eyes, security starts to approach me and he says, "I'm sure you are. But we have a strict harassment policy in this apartment and frankly nobody by that name lives here."

Just as security, for the second time today, grabs ahold of my arm, the private elevator opened with a 'ding', and out stepped Jacob in black slacks, a black V-neck sweater and black vans. "Release her now please fellows." He forcefully instructs to both the concierge and the security man.

Instantaneously, I am no longer being handled, or scrutinised. "Sorry Mr Reynolds, we didn't realise she was your guest."

"My fault. I should have called ahead, but that's no way to treat a lady." Though what he says sounds lighthearted, the undertone of dead-ass seriousness was chilling. "Emma?" he gestures with his arm to the lift.

I didn't bother with civil formalities for either gentleman and instead left trailing after Jacob with his wide footsteps, that were putting me far behind him. He held the elevator for me, and we ascended to the top floor in silence. Eventually I said, "Thanks for letting me crash at you place tonight. I was in manhattan with Spencer, and Timothy, and his messed up relationship was too much. I left the restaurant and then I couldn't get a cab, which is ironic because if you think about it, New York city is known for being abundant in cabs." I stop speaking when I notice him smiling at me. Despite the overwhelming heating sensation, I had chills up and down my body. The light vermilion colour of his lips, only brightened the blinding witness of his perfect teeth.

"Your rambling," he mocks me.

The elevator doors open and he gestures for me to enter first. I take off my heals and hold them. Now at this height I am half a foot shorter than Jacob. "Sorry, were you sleeping before?" He runs a hand through his damp hair. Looking closely I recognise that his eyes are slightly bloodshot, and the corner of his hairline sweaty. "Were you having a nightmare?" I ask quietly and place my hand out to comfort him.

"No." He says coldly. "The guest bedroom is upstairs, second door to the left." He turns away back to his room, and disengages entirely. What the hell was that? I decide to call Becky and tell her that I'm staying here, just so she doesn't find out later and be confused why I didn't tell her earlier. When she doesn't pick up, I end on leaving her a voicemail and seconds later, Spencer calls me and cry's and rants, and yells and finally apologies. Judging by the way his words slurred, I assumed he was drunk, hence I made sure that Timothy, despite Spencers vocal protest, made sure that he got back to the dorms in one piece. I hadn't realised, but we were on the phone for just over 45 minutes. I go downstairs to get a glass of water, and see Jacob in the kitchen.

"Hey," I say, alerting him of my presence.

He sniffles and splashes water onto his face. Deciding that I didn't want a repeat of last time, I don't pry and instead awkwardly stand in the farthest part of the kitchen. "Why are you up?" he asks me, with pain laced through his voice. The urge to go up to him, embrace him and tell him that I was there to listen to him was overwhelming, I grabbed the edge of the kitchen island table and hold on strongly.

"I came to get a glass of water."

He removes a cup from the tesla-look-alike opening cabinet, filled it up and passed it to me. There was a stifling silence which consumed the kitchen, aside from a swallow here and there by me. I notice how he had changed. Or more so, lack of changed. His chest was exposed, revealing the accentuated set of abs that he had, and just below his navel a pair of black pyjama bottoms hung loosely. This time I didn't even try to restrain myself from looking. My eyes racked up an down his body, objectifying everything divine about him. Why am I doing this? I can feel his gaze heavily on me now. I suddenly feel self conscience about the dress. Becky's dress, and in front of me is Becky's brother. I figure that if I shut my eyes long enough, this hunger will surpass. But his body is a drug. Needing to see it once more I open my eyes, he's closer now. Still keeping distance, but definitely closer. His lustful eyes are so intriguing, and I find myself just wanting to know what he tastes like. I put my hand on his chest and lightly push backwards so that there is more than enough distance between us. His chest is strong, like steel, "How did you get so hard?" His mouth curves into a wicked smile. I quickly follow up, realising the euphemism of what I just said, "I mean your chest, your chest is very hard, probably because you work out, but the point is your chest is hard and nothing else." I was rambling again.

"Oh, I wouldn't say that my chest is the only thing that is hard," he tells me suggestively.

I swallow the lump in my throat. "Mhmm," I manage to choke out. He steps closer now, my pulse is racing 100 miles an hour and I can feel the heat rise to my face. In the shadows, everything was heightened, smell, sound... touch. We were close enough that I smelt the familiar white wood scent of his cologne. Instantaneously, his tongue entered my mouth in a forceful rush. It entwined with mine deliciously mucilaginous, he groaned, tilted his head, and deepened the kiss further. His tongue dipped inside, his kiss was skilled, and just the right amount of aggressive to turn me on. I eventually got the hang of it, and I ran my hand through his hair and pushed his face harder into mine. Our tongues intertwined and played aggressively. Using his hand, he pushed me against him, and I felt the speeding beat of his heart, proving to me that this wasn't some desired imagination that I had conjured up. I felt a warmth in the pit of my stomach and a sensational tingle in between my legs. Using his other free hand, Jacob lifted my buttocks and I wrapped my legs around him for support. "I don't care why we shouldn't do this," he says between kisses, "but I don't think I can stop myself if we go any further. Do you want this?" I deepen the kiss, only to give myself a moment to think whether I can do this. Call it stupidity, lust, or irrational, but in the heat of this moment, I replied, "Yes."

Against my lips, I felt him smile, and amusement warmed his eyes. We fumbled and stumbled into what I assume was his bedroom. He threw me onto the bed and we both laughed lustfully. With heavy, panting breaths, he stripped teasingly in front of me, I bit my plump bottom lip and he was instantly back to roaming his hands on my body and encapsulating my lips with his. Figuring he wouldn't go further until I threw him a bone, I removed my dress, leaving me in a pair of La Perla black lingerie. "Fuck," he muttered and raked my body with his intense, passionate gaze.

I sucked ravenously on his tongue, fuelled by the primal animalistic noises he made when I did it. His hands are rubbing up against my bare back, and I straddle him on the bed, feeling the length of his erection press into my inner thy. With ease he removes my bra, and my breasts fall heavily into his hands. He handles my body with precision, and I hate to admit...experience. He leaned back from me ever so slightly, his warm, fast breath, leaving goosebumps on my chest, "What are you doing to me?"

Feeling confident, I run my hands down his abdomen tracing the unforgiving accentuated mussels of his torso. "Please," I squeak, rubbing my soaked clit against him. "I want you."

I fumble with his belt and remove his pants, but he forcefully grabs my wrists and curiously asks, "Is this your first time?"

My cheeks flush, and I withdraw my hands from his belt, but he quickly places them back to his groin, "Yes," I reply bashfully.

"Then we have to go slow princess." I had never heard him call me that before, and it excited me immensely. I stroked my self against him, through the thing fabric of his pants. I felt the hard length of his cock grow beneath me, and he hissed out sharply. The smell of his sweet sweaty skin was intoxicating, and an extreme aphrodisiac. Placing me aside, he removed his pants and my own. I could see the restraint and control slowly slip away, and instead were replaced by the eyes of a man I had never met before. He was no longer guarded by a facade, and instead, he was vulnerable and layered, like and onion. His fingers pushed eroticly on my sex, and I moaned in response for the burst of pleasure I got. "Your already so wet for me princess, I want to spread you out and lick you dry, until you beg for me to fuck you." I shivered by his demands, but also excited by what he was to introduce me to. He put one finger inside of me, I jolted by the sudden intrusion. "Shhhh, princess are you ok?"

"Mhmm," was all I managed to say. It's a hot feeling, not just sexually, but a warmth spread through my centre, and as if it was some primal instinct, the walls of my vagina clenched and released around his single finger. Those soft hands inside me, thick fingers rubbing my clit and stretching me, going inside me, rubbing me and feeling me. He pushed another finger in, I felt a slight discomfort at first, but eventually, just the sensuality skyrocketed. One at a time, he pushed his fingers deeper and deeper, thumb focusing on my clit as he keeps finger fucking me, slowly at first, then harder and faster, hearing the wet sounds he makes each time he goes back in me, rubbing my wetness all around, and he sucks on my nipples while he does so sending me over the edge. I feel an overwhelming pressure build up starting in my vagina and suddenly a wave of pleasure rolls through my body as if electric dominoes are falling down in different directions under my skin. Despite thinking that I can't handle that again, he pushed in another finger. I now have three fingers, deep inside me, I feel as though I am going totally crazy by this action, he moves his fingers in and out, changing pace from slow and steady, to pressurised and stimulating. I bite down into his shoulder, to relieve some of the building tension. Slowly, another tidal waves rolls through my body, I'm shaking and desperately missing the pressure between my legs. I feel the tip of his cock lubricate in my cum. I look down to where he teases my entrance, all nine inches of him were hard and ready. I had no clue how he would fit 9 inches of himself into my tight spot, but then again, this entire night has been surprising me.

He positions my legs bent on the bed and with one hand, his erection brushed between my legs as he moved and I whimpered, so aching and empty, as if the orgasms he'd given me earlier had only deepened my craving rather than appeased it. He guides himself into my tight vagina an inch in. The pain is much worse than I expected, and I scrunch my face up tightly to stop myself from crying. "Are you ok princess? Do you want me to stop?" He asked searching me tentatively. I shake my head, and he deepens now to half way. I wanted intimacy with him the second I saw him shirtless in the kitchen, but me, like this, at his utter disposal and control, seemed to intimate. "You're so tight, and wet," he groaned into my cleavage. I raked my nails down the muscular contours of his back. I wriggled slightly to get him in a better position inside me. The control he had lowering on to me, was a true display of his qualities which extended past the bedroom. He continued to slowly fill me to my capacity, until all of him was inside me. "God Emma, you have no idea how good this feels." He's right, I didn't, this was uncomfortable and sore. Very sore. He lay inside me still for minutes. The pain went as did the discomfort, I began to slide up and down on him myself. Everything from my core clenched as our pace quickened and the noises we both made became feral and that of wild animals. Moving now at lighting fast pace, he says, "Ahhh God, you are going to make me come so hard." I moved even faster on him, now riding him just as much as he did me, "Slow," he warned again, with an authoritative bite that sent lust pulsing through me. I became so drenched in my own liquids, I slid smoothly up and down him, over and over, my body didn't seem to care that he was too big. I was rippling around him, squeezing, trembling on the verge of orgasm, and so was he. I moved my hands from his back into his hair and began to tug on the roots. He turned me slightly, tilting me to an angle where his big, heavy cock penetrated me even greater. I cursed and threw my head back further into the pillow, as an orgasm exploded through me. Traveling through my veins as if an electrical charge following a circuit. From my head to my toes and refracting over and over sending my body on an endorphin high."Fuck, fuck, fuck," he growled, pounding his hips up at me, yanking my hips down to meet his punishing lunges. I could feel him getting harder and thicker, his control began to fray, his face revealed his brutal race to meet my climax. He came with a sound of feral ecstasy, a grunting release, and shouting my name, "Emma!"

He focused his attention back to my breasts, "I love your body," he coaxed. With precision and just the right amount of pressure, he rolled my nipple between the pads of his thumb and forefinger, "I can't get enough of you."

"Jacob," I moaned, when he closed his mouth over my very hard nipple and fluttered his tongue over the sensitive tip. I ran my hands through his damp silk hair and tugged shamelessly on the roots. He kissed me deeply, licking and exploring every part of my mouth, in that special way of his. He removed the condom, tied and knot in the end, and put it aside, grabbing another in its place. This man's stamina was going to kill me, he's a bloody machine. After repositioning himself over-me, fully protected by a layer of latex, he looked at me with greed and it drove me wild.

Moving his mouth lower down my stomach, leaving kisses as he went down, he said, "I've never wanted anything this badly."

He was now teasing me and I couldn't take it, "Please," I whimpered.

"Tell me what you want princess." he cooed.

"Fuck me!"

"Not yet," he murmured, moving lower, rimming my navel, and eventually pushing his tongue flush into my cleft, "you're not ready yet."

"Oh My Gosh," I grunt in frustration, "I couldn't be any readier, please just-"

An in a flash he was pushing deep inside me. I hadn't realised his lips back on mine, until moments later. The sudden intrusion, made me gasp for air. I violent shiver of arousal over took me. I never wanted this to end, and yet, more than anything I craved the release of orgasm. "I've wanted to be inside you for so long."

"Ahhh, Jacob. It scares me how much I like you... how obsessed I am with you." This was true, if anything slightly short of the truth. I'm scared of how fast I am falling for him, and how promising our impossible future together is. He snapped out my name and plunged balls deep into my tight sex in one fierce drive. He was big, hard as iron and so deep in me. How hips ground against each other. I could feel myself pulsing and rippling around him, when he pushed in and out of me fast and controlled.

"Don't come, wait," he commanded. We were dripping in sweat and I was screaming his name, making myself hoarse. An orgasm brewed like a storm inside me, and I curled my feet, suspending its release.

"Jacob, I can't, please." I begged

"Come with me!" he yelled. I climaxed in a rush, the large room around me shook, my vision impaired, and my toes curled from the most intense orgasm of my life. I sobbed his name, and felt his hips pumping as he came long and hard. He rolled over, and off me. I lay back on his bed, still breathing heavy, and unable to move. I felt him roll over, and drape his arm over my naked body pulling me against him. "Please stay with me tonight," he whispered into my hair. I lay deadly still, shell shocked from what just happened. In night I had my first kiss, first time having sex and all with my best friends brother.