This is all a flashback of their college days.
When Alice had settled back down, Jasper glanced at his phone to check the time. Wasn't too late, and he let his arm flop back across the couch limply. It was a teeny little couch; Alice certainly didn't take up a lot of room, curled into a ball and he could reach pretty much the other end of the couch with his right arm spread as it were.
A commercial flickered on, and Jasper was amused Alice was able to quote the bumbling voiceover of the ad, and then muttered 'despise this' about the product.
He was idly flickering his phone between his fingers, spinning it, tapping one edge against the couch, spinning it, and tapping the other end against the couch. He clicks his tongue when he fumbles it, but doesn't bother to grab it when all it does is bounce against the arm and slide down against the cushions, next to Alice's toes. The screen was facing up, so he could just wait until he got any notifications worth grabbing it for.
Plus, he didn't want to risk Alice moving away from him if he shifted. There was a stupid tissue commercial, with all the babies in heaven that was kind of morbid. It was so bright white Jasper had to glance away, and his eyes flicked over the screen of his phone, when he saw something in the reflection.
Alice wasn't wearing panties. She was laid there in her shirt and skirt, that was still a dangerous few inches above the knee - and no panties. Jasper knew that because the blinding flash of the ad meant the whole room was lit up, and his phone was positioned just side-ways enough for him to see that she had her knees tucked up to her chest, and her entire puffy slit.
He could clearly see her pussy lips; and sat, staring transfixed. He could even see the trimmed hair she had down there. Heat pooled in his belly and he had to swallow thickly. He felt himself sweating, and glanced down at Alice, as though worried she caught him peeking. He reached over and took up his phone, turns out, without having to move. He flicked open the lock screen, but Alice didn't react to the other light source. He swiped the camera to selfie-mode and switched it to record.
He settled back down, seeing the seconds tick by on the recording, and glanced down at Alice again. But most of her face turned away as the program returned. Her chin was on his knee now, looking relatively straight at the screen, but the added pressure made his crotch tighter, as it reminded him of how close she was to his dick.
"Dummy's going to steal the car," Alice said, chuckling slightly when it happened. Jasper could hear his own breath, and when another well-lit scene happened, he found his gaze drifting right back to his phone. He stared at the reflection of her pussy, trying to memorise every detail he could. He slides his hand over again, snaps a few pictures while it records.
He felt the rushing swell of his dick in his pants, until the screen went dark again.
He jumped when Alice shifted, but the credits were rolling, and he really had to move.
"Um, bathroom," he said, grabbing his phone and bolting up. He shuffled into the bathroom and leant against the door with a sigh.
He glanced down at his phone, and swiped the gallery. He flicks through the pictures, the recording was only twenty seconds and sent a shiver up his spine.
He palmed over his erection, but before he unzipped he froze when the television channel changed. Now he remembered just how thin the walls were.
He huffed, realising he couldn't get off here, and had to try and piss through a hard-on.
He doesn't actually want to risk pulling it out, and with a shrug he just flushed and made sure to pump the hand soap and twist the faucet with some gumption - just so she knew he was the type of guy that washed his hands.
He came out of the bathroom and was thankful the new program was dimmer lit. Alice beamed up him, and he sat quickly so she didn't notice his waning erection.
He was still pleased she put her head back on his thigh, even though it was risky in his current situation.
Just don't think about it, Jasper reminded himself.
"Finished up in there?" Alice asked him, and he glanced down. She wasn't watching the screen, this time she was looking right up at him. On her back this time, with her knees up and closed together, and her hands on her stomach.
"Um, yeah," Jasper replied, and she nodded once, glancing back at the screen.
His phone had been in the same hand stretched over the couch as before. So that when Alice ducked upwards a little, she was easily able to pluck it out of his grip.
"Wh-what are you doing?" he asked quickly, making a grab for it that she slapped away.
"Same as you," Alice replied, flicking open the camera from his lock-screen and spreading her knees open. Jasper felt his heart stop when Alice flipped up her skirt and took two more pictures of her exposed pussy.
She glanced up at him, as Jasper tried to regain the ability to think, or talk, or blink. "S-I'm sorry …" he breathed, consumed in utter terror at being found out.
Her eyes twinkled as she smiled at him. "Oh, like I wasn't going to notice a whole photoshoot," she says, sticking out her tongue a little.
Jasper damn-near felt his upper-body go limp, as he leant down to kiss her, her lips eagerly pouting out to meet his, his tongue chasing after hers. Both his hands grasped her head, and she made a high little moan and her own hands went to his hair, his phone that she still in her grip clattered against his temple.
He pulled away from her with a wet smacking sound and a groan as he sat back up and rubbed the side of his head.
"Sorry!" Alice chirped, sitting up with him as she clasped her hands to her chest. She looked nervous, and shy, right now. But Jasper only shook his head.
"It's fine …." he said, and let one hand cup the nape of her neck and the little hairs there. "But we'd better move this off the couch."
He felt a thrill in his belly as Alice's eyes lit up, and she beamed with all her teeth. She looked excited when she nodded, taking his hand and tugging him up as they stumbled off the couch. She paused then, and gripped his hand tighter.
"Follow me closely up the stairs, kay?" she asked him, shy again.
Jasper frowned a little in thought, before he grinned teasingly just as quickly. "Don't want to flash anyone?"
Alice shook her head. "Nope, just you," she agreed, and Jasper felt like nothing short of a very harsh gut-punch or the woman leading him up the stairs was going to fix his raging boner now.
She bumped into one other freshman that recognised her, though they didn't stop for any pleasantries, and Alice took him into the elevator and to the third floor as no one paid them much attention. Well, no one paid Alice much attention.
"Hey - you're Whitlock, right?" A preppy little brunette girl stopped him, and beamed as he nodded. "I'm Tyler's little sister!" she explained and he shook hands and waved her off.
"Um, are you Jasper?" one boy asked, scratching the back of his neck. "I know Peter and I wanted to say hi …" Jasper nodded and hello-ed, and Alice smiled tightly when he looked at her. He raised an eyebrow at her pinched expression.
"Didn't know you were so popular," Alice said, shrugging one shoulder and curling her lower lip in a way that scrunched her chin. "Kind of wished I kept you down in the basement, all to myself," she muttered, sounding a little annoyed.
Jasper was deeply satisfied with her attitude. He leant down and kissed her ear. "You can tie me up later, baby," he murmured before he pulled away. Alice gave him the biggest grin; like she'd gotten Christmas early.
She took his arm tighter and tugged him forward again, and Jasper can't help but picture what he'd promised. Having her lithe little body on top of him, his hands tied above his head. It sent a shiver through him, the idea of being so helpless for such a tiny lady.
Jasper glanced down as his dick twitched, and sent a furtive glance through the empty hall. He'd really like to be indoors now.
Alice led him into a dark dorm room. Still in the middle of being broken in, it seemed. Relatively neat, but there was an unpacked box in one corner, and what seemed to be a half-made shoe-stand. Alice told him to leave his jacket on her chair.
Jasper spread out his jacket on the fluffy, pink chair with no small amount of amusement. "Roommate?" he asked.
Alice smiled as she flicked on a lamp on her desk at the foot of her bed and a little glowing purple star on her bedside table. "At her girlfriend's. We're alone."
Jasper smiled, glad it was so easy to scoop her up and kiss her. Alice sighed into his mouth a little, and their tongues slid over each other until Alice pulled away.
"I don't love mid-air," she panted lightly, and Jasper nodded with a smile. He was holding her entirely by the waist, and she was clear off the ground.
She urged him to climb onto the bed first, and she crawled on top of him, pressing little kisses over his jaw and down his neck.
He felt her hand on his crotch, and gripped her wrist. "Why don't we … go slow?" he suggested quietly. Alice nodded, looked shy again for a moment as she bit her lip.
"I don't mean to be slutty."
Jasper chuckled and shook his head. He kissed her cheek and down to her neck, mouthed at the tendons that shifted as she twisted her head up and let out a low whine.
He half sat-up necking with her, her hips firmly and steadily grinding down on him. He had to bend to reach her with such a massive difference in their torso-length. Alice's hands gripped his shoulders, and she let in a shuddering breath.
"Can I … can I just …." Alice began, and with surprising strength, her hips canted down so hard and so quick, Jasper felt himself pushed into the mattress. He gasped, his belly surging, as Alice let out a stuttering sigh and repeated the hard thrust down.
It was his belt buckle. He chose the bull's head for his date; full Texan. She ground straight onto it, and gave a low moan.
Jasper had to bite his own tongue, and leant back against the pillows. She looked beautiful, taking all her pleasure. Alice had her head tucked down to her chest, one hand radiating warmth as she grabbed at his lower belly, and the other fisted in the sheets. Her bare pussy must be grinding straight over his bullhorns, and he's too horny to care how it digs into his belly. Alice's still wearing her skirt, covering her from view, but the way the little skirt fans out and over his lap just made him harder.
"Ride your cowboy," Jasper growled, grabbed her hips and pressed her down harder. He slipped his hands under the skirt, to grab her bare skin. She whimpered and jolted, but he didn't let her rhythm slow down.
Her hips undulated faster, and faster, and her breath came out short and fast as she came, her hips jerked once. Her eyes fluttered closed as she opened her mouth and didn't make a sound. Jasper didn't breathe, his own torso taunt as he held himself up to see her climax all the clearer.
With a huff and another whimper, Alice straightened up, slightly, and scratched her nails lightly at his still-gripping hands.
"Want off," she complained, and he let her go so she could slump forward. Both of them heaved for breath as they lay back down. She cuddled into him immediately, tucking herself under his arm and sticking her cold nose into his neck.
But it's refreshing, since he'd gotten surprisingly hot. Alice pressed little kisses over what little of his neck she could reach without moving. His dick still throbbed in his jeans, but there was no helping that.
Though Alice's hand slid over his hip toward it. He pushed her away again, smiling as he said; "if you've got the energy, wouldn't mind saying good-bye to the skirt." Jasper winked at her, "Just for show anyway."
Alice gave a breathy giggle, and shifted a little to unbutton her skirt and slide it off her legs. He watched her surprisingly long legs, considering her overall height, and got another eye-full of her trimmed bush. Then she sat up, bare from the waist down, and grabbed his shirt, tugging once.
"Want this," she said with a pout, and he obligingly slipped it over his head before he flopped back down.
"It's all sweaty," he told her honestly. He was already mildly self-conscious about how damp the bottom of her pillow must be from the back of his neck alone.
Alice pulled the white shirt over her head, and under it, did a strange little maneuver that shed both her bra and her own shirt. She threw both over the foot of her bed, and Jasper watched how her nipples perked up under the material of his own thin tee. He could see, even in the dim purple light, that she had brown unpierced little nipples.
She took the collar and ducked her head down, sniffing. "I like it," she said with a sexy little smirk, and looked pleased to cuddle back up against him. "Besides, I don't want to be the only one naked this time," she added, and drew the palm of her hand slowly up his belly and chest to cup his neck.
The one stroke sent tingles through his spine, and he shivered a little. Alice started to press those little kisses on his neck again, and he just enjoyed the ministrations for a moment, until her hand crept down again.
"Baby," he said warningly, and she retracted neatly.
Alice looked guilty, until he pressed a quick kiss to her chin. "I'm sorry, I just don't think once was enough for me," she said, and bit her bottom lip again, looking at him imploringly.
Jasper stifled a groan, and he could really just start cursing out the world right now. "Well, it'll have to do," he said, his tone harsher than he meant it to be, since she cringed away with a hurt look. "No, no, I'm sorry, I should have told you sooner ..."
He rubbed her arm and prayed to god he weren't about to be kicked out of bed. "I have chlamydia, right now, actually."
Instantly, Alice snatched her hand away from him, and he tried not to feel hurt by it. "It's not infectious through some kissing or anything," he said quickly, already hoping she'd let him at least put his shirt back on before she shoved him out the door. Since apparently, he was even known about the freshmen.
Alice looked into his face seriously. "But you haven't taken the pill for it, yet?"
"I have," Jasper nodded quickly, 'but there's a 2-week window you're still contagious, and it was only four days ago."
Alice looked at him a moment longer, before she sighed. "Well, I was really starting to take that personal, not gettin' in your pants," she said, starting to grin. "But you've just gotten a bit too rowdy, haven't you cowboy?"
She lets out a peel of giggles at his predicament, and it was the most relieving, light-hearted response he'd ever gotten to the news. Like it wasn't a big deal — like he wasn't disgusting. He felt a swell of something tender in his chest, and he leaned up to kiss her and kiss her, and she hummed into his mouth, lacing her fingers around his neck to squeeze him closer. He was embarrassed, but more than that he was just so damn glad he's not getting the boot.
"You said one more time, yeah?" he prompted her, and she nodded, scrambling to throw a leg over his hips again eagerly.
He ran a hand up her thigh and flicked his thumb against her clit before she sat, making her keen. But his hand brushed over his own belt and he frowned with concern. "Bit sharp, honey."
Alice made a questioning noise, and Jasper rubbed the tips of his fingers against her outer lips, making her buck a little. But she didn't jerk away in pain at all, so he's satisfied that she hadn't cut herself.
She wiggled, and leant down, over him to her bedside table. "Got a thing …." she grunted, batting at the star nightlight to send it into the drawer for a light-source as she shuffled around. "Here!" She threw a flat little packet on Jasper's chest as she fished out her star and put it back on the table.
She closed the drawer as he squinted at it. "What is this?" It wasn't completely squishy like a lube sample, but it was twice the size of a condom.
"Dental dam," Alice replied, ripping it open and picking at it to spread it out. Jasper watched as Alice draped the purple rectangle over his buckle, before she nodded with satisfaction. "Handed them out at the quad."
Jasper nodded once, and Alice took no more time sitting on the buckle. "One more ride," she breathed. He grabbed her hips again, and this time she didn't stay sitting, almost immediately, she hunched up, one hand clutched over the fly of his jeans, and she scooted up just enough that the pressure of the seam digs into his balls.
"Honey," he said, but he moaned as regardless of how rough it was, it was the most stimulation he'd gotten tonight. He braced his heels into the mattress to try and even out the pressure against his balls. Alice wiggled further, and Jasper groaned again as she nuzzled into his neck, mashed his belt straight against her pussy with her hand, and started to rub it against her.
She's much more frantic now, grunting as her hand worked furiously with the buckle. Jasper took one hand from her thigh, slightly crushed as she was bent over, and slid it up her back, holding her closer as she ground down harder.
Every now and again, she tugged a bit harder, and he grunted at the nearly-painful pressure against his sack that still sent a jolt of desperate pleasure through his belly.
Her other hand came up and cupped his neck again, and she moved her face to kiss his neck, and pressed kisses along his collarbones, the only place she was able to reach rubbing on his buckle as she was.
He bucked his own hips upwards, the seam digging into his balls sending an ache through him, to meet her furious grinding, and the bed started to creak under the added force.
This time, she came with almost a whine, her hips almost slammed him back onto the mattress, if she were any heavier. Jasper grunted as she shuddered slightly in the aftermath. When she stopped panting so hard, he gently pried her off, and slipped his fingers between her thighs. Alice gasped as he rubbed over her pussy gently, slipping a few fingers into her soft warmth, stroking her from the inside, before he pulled away and inspected his sticky fingers.
She gave a startled laugh. "Don't look!" she snapped, grabbing at his arm. But seeing no blood, he wiped his hand on the leg of his jeans and shrugged.
"Wouldn't want you to get bit by the bull," he explained, and winked when she laughed again.
She's still clingy, in the afterglow, latched onto his neck and kissing all over.
Jasper didn't mind the affection if she needed it, but he's still mindful of the swell of his crotch and the time.
"It's Wednesday, I should get," Jasper told her quietly after some time. He can tell by her disquientened eyes that she thought it was too soon. "I have an early class."
But also, he definitely didn't want to be in the freshmen dorms come morning. It wasn't allowed, and it was very embarrassing.
Alice blew out a sigh, and slapped his hands away when he tugged at the hem of his shirt, that she still wore. "Mine."
Jasper hummed as he stood from the bed, and went for his jacket. He certainly didn't want to walk around wearing nothing under it. It wasn't long enough and it was chilly out.
He canted his head to the side and looked at her. He tried to look stern, but she was lying on her back, arms tightly crossed, and pouting at the ceiling.
He can still make out her shiny slit too, all purple and puffy, which was very distracting. But he got an idea. "Swap you," he offered, and unbuckled his belt. It was slippery with her cum and Jasper considered letting her watch him lick it clean; but he didn't like the taste of metal. Too much like blood.
She looked eager, though, and sat up to snatch it from him quickly. She wiggled down to the foot of her bed and fished out her skirt and shirt from before. It gave Jasper another eyeful, and he got a rush of satisfaction; seeing how her lips spread, offering a look deeper inside; the red marks over her white inner-thighs from the bullhorns.
"Trust me not to put a love spell on it?" Alice asked him, dangling the belt in her hands.
Jasper blinked, mildly surprised at the random question. Her fluffy crowded side of the room implied a very girly girl, not a goth-witch, or whatever.
"Absolutely trust you," he said blankly. But the answer seemed to please Alice greatly.
She donned her skirt and slipped off his shirt. He held it as he watched her put her own shirt back on, watching her tits bounce as she pulled it over her head. They weren't very big; but neither was the rest of her. Jasper still liked the look, and Alice winked at him when she's dressed.
"I'll walk you down," she offered him.
But Jasper shook his head. He had to be at the very least, only slightly hard walking through the dorm. It'd be damn-near impossible to calm himself down if she walked next to him.
He leant over and kissed her, her tongue slipped into his mouth and he bit down on it gently, letting his teeth rake over it when she pulled back to giggle.
"Get back safe," she murmured, and he slipped on the rest of his clothes, blowing her a kiss as he closed the door to her room.
Thanks for waiting, updates aren't quick because I have uni.