Horn-dog Lust

March 2008

"Look who's doing the walk of shame," Kate said the moment the call was connected. I just came back from outside and I was freezing even though I had a thick coat around me, because I swore even though I was technically from Seattle, I had spent the majority of my years in LA. I was used to just donning a coat outside of whatever I was wearing at home when I went out in the winter.

Massachusetts was freezing my tits off. I didn't need Christian's mouth to make them pebble.

"I didn't fuck him," I replied. I was crass bite me.

"Your lips are purple," she crooned.

"I told you that I didn't have sex when I sent you that picture. Did you read the caption?" I took a selfie and sent it to her with a caption, but I was sure that she didn't pay any attention to the words and just the picture itself. It was a closeup of my frozen face. I was just too lazy to edit it, and she missed the caption.

"I did, but I just want to make sure that you heeded to my words."

"Yes, mom, I didn't fuck the guy. I told him to wait and he's balls are probably turning blue." I rolled my eyes. I felt like we were still in high school talking about guys behind their back but also like in college because it wasn't some fantasy that we were talking about since I really did have sex with the guy. "But, I'm rectifying it for him next week. He's going to do the walk of shame with me on Tuesday and Thursday."

"Two days?"

"Spring break starts after next Thursday for me, so why not?" I purposely didn't choose any class for Friday, I'd rather get up early on two days of the week than having to drag my lazy ass to class every day. I liked long weekends.

"Now, tell me, how was your date?"

"It wasn't a date, Kate."

"He took you out to dinner."

"We had fast food, woman."

"Still, surely you two did something."

"It was very PG rated."

"Start talking!"

She could be so demanding, seriously. I rolled my eyes at her mentally.

Flashback

Do you want to come over later or we can go get dinner first?

Knew this guy was desperate and this just had to come up since we were literally having the longest text thread ever since we met. He was always the one initiating the conversation, and I knew that I was being passive but at the same time, hypocritically, I didn't want him to stop talking to me.

It was a Sunday, and it had been an entire week since we last had sex. He was probably suffering from the longest dry spell, but that was because I thought he was a playboy, I wasn't really expecting anything less from him. I believed he was experienced when I first laid eyes on him.

Food sounds good, I'm starving

I told him because I really was, I was at a boxing sparring contest earlier and now I was at a rehearsal for my monologue.

Funny how I was just contemplating the thought of quitting theatrics altogether and the next thing I knew I got casted into a play. Despite it being the one that got me my circle of friends in the first place, and played a major role on my high school career but I didn't think it would get me anywhere in the future. I wasn't going to go into acting or the entertainment circle, I wanted to go into corporate law and I needed to maintain my GPA.

He said he had a meeting at 5, and I knew it was about Greek life. He was a frat boy so he would have to attend the initiating meeting. He was a big and his small did drive me to the party where I met him.

It was now way after 6, he said the meeting would run a little bit late but at least he got to text me throughout. I was already yelling at him in my mind to hurry up because I could feel my stomach starting to digest itself, especially after my afternoon workout. Sparring was fun but I hadn't expected to actually join them when I went over for a conditioning session.

My phone vibrated again, and when I saw that it was Christian, I literally sagged. He was finally done.

It's almost over but I'm in a suit rn

Should I put on a dress

Haha no just wanted to warn you. You look great in anything

It was nice of him to say that but I guess that would be what every man would say since they wanted to get into my pants. Besides, he was physically attracted to me, so I guess my wardrobe wouldn't be playing too much of a role. He had seem me naked anyway. I texted back now searching for a thicker coat so I wouldn't freeze my ass again.

So he went back to change and finally gave me a time and place where we could meet. I really wanted to tell him that I might dig in first because I was starving, but when I looked at the map, I might get there around the same time as him.

Lori's at 6:50

I donned my jacket and dashed for the door, I just realized that I lived way further than he did to Lori's. I might have to move faster since if I didn't get lost along the way, I would probably need a few minutes longer than him.

I still got there later than him, and when I saw him I suddenly felt like we were living in two different hemisphere right now. He just had a sweater on and I was wearing my thick-ass jacket. My neck was nowhere to be seen and I was pretty sure if I could I'd never let my hand come out of my sleeves.

"Hey," he said and gave me a one-arm hug, I leaned into his side sniffing at his scent. He still had a faint trace of cologne on him probably from wearing the suit earlier.

"Hi," I squeezed his waist lightly and released him not wanting to hold on for any longer that it would become awkward. I glanced up at him to study his face, he really was a looker, and I was actually looking forward to seeing him in a suit because I was sucker for any cute faced guy in a suit.

Christian wasn't really that much taller than me when I was in heels, but now that I was in flats, I was almost a head shorter. At least I get to rest my cheek against his shoulder as we stood waiting in line to order.

We both got the wrap and found a bench to sit on. That was where the embarrassing moment began. Other than the obvious that we had nothing to talk about, I was also struggling to eat without making a mess. It wouldn't be so sexy if I ended up getting the sauce everywhere.

"How was rehearsal?" He asked in an attempt to make a conversation. The silence was getting uncomfortable, I could feel the beginning of it creeping on us.

"It was good," I replied lamely. There wasn't much I could say. I was so lost for words right now and I didn't even know why. The nervousness I was feeling now certainly didn't match up to the first time I had sex with this guy but still, it was uneasy. "I didn't know you play water polo. I thought you're on the row team."

"I joined a club," he took a bite and I marveled at how he could keep everything clean.

I nodded. We weren't going anywhere with our conversation, and I'd rather just make out with him or fuck, because at least we had something to talk about and didn't have to worry about running out of topics.

Sex was always a safer subject.

"So, how was the show?"

"I ended up on the mat for a few rounds," I confessed. I told him that I was only there to watch. "I was going to do my own conditioning but I got invited, so," I shrugged. "It was fun and sweaty."

"Did you win?"

"Only a few," I was tempted to say that boxing was just my workout it wasn't my sport, but I didn't get into it. We didn't know each other that well, so I didn't feel the need to let him in on the small fact.

Thank god it was only fast food because we got through them fast.

"Wanna come back to mine?" He asked as we dumped our wrappers together.

"How about we take a walk near the water?" I suggested, I really didn't want to go anywhere with him that would give him the chance to shed my clothes. My resolve could only resist so much before I gave in.

"We can go to the boathouse," he suggested. I nodded, letting him take my hand as we walked out of the deli.

Once we were outside heading toward the pond, I recalled that he didn't wear a jacket and it was almost 8 at night.

"Are you not cold?" I asked him, gesturing to the sweater he was wearing.

"No, winters in my home are worse."

Right, he told me that he was from Detroit and I told him that I lived in LA. We were obviously from two completely different season because I thought this weather was freezing already and he thought this was mild. I wonder just how brutal Michigan winters were.

"I feel cold just looking at you," I wrapped my arms around his waist in an attempt to keep him warm. I heard him chuckle and I swore he thought I was trying to snuggle closer to him using that as an excuse, but I really was just being nice. I didn't want him to get sick.

I felt his arm came around my shoulder, pulling me closer as we continued our stroll.

"What's your favorite movie?"

"I don't know actually," I pondered, peering up at him from his shoulder. I was thankful that it was the dark because he couldn't see how red my face must've been in the cold. I wasn't blushing, it was purely from the weather. "You?"

He shrugged. "Can't think of one at the moment, but what do you want to watch next time you come over?"

I just knew he was going to keep bringing this up.

"We can find something on Netflix," I suggested. I did imply that I would have sex with him again in the middle of last week when I told him that I had several papers to write.

He asked me if I would have any study breaks, and I told him that I'd take some quality study breaks next week.

Of course he took the hint.

"How was your week?" I brought up a new topic, deciding that since my brain wouldn't function normally around him I'd rather just talk about something that didn't require much thinking.

"Busy. I had three papers due and a ton of reading."

I honestly had no idea that he was this busy. He certainly didn't sound like he was busy over text, given that he had been texting me nonstop every single day. He was always asking if I could come over, but not in the way that would give me the creeps.

"That sucks," I hummed, realizing that this couldn't get more awkward since I really didn't have much to say. He had been asking about my day but I never bothered to inquire about his, I had been passive. "I didn't know you were so busy," I said bluntly.

"I didn't give you that impression over text," he smirked at me, and I knew he looked hot like that, peering down at me with that sinful lop-sided grin.

"No," I let out a small giggle trying to diffuse the slight discomfort in the air. "I thought you had a pretty stress-free week."

"My texts are bad."

"They're not, honestly," I reassured because I truly didn't think it was bad. Other than the fact that we both couldn't keep a conversation going, but I sincerely thought he was sweet despite not knowing how genuine he was with the questions.

Not that I cared because I didn't think of him as anything other than a fuck-buddy. That was crass of me but it was true. There really wasn't any feelings involved given that I literally gave him my virginity the second day after I met him while we were both drunk.

"Were you really sore?"

I paused and loosened my grasp slightly. We were already by the lake and the boathouse was within reach, but my hesitation got his attention.

"I was, yes. You didn't believe me?" I half joked because I really wanted to know.

"I believe you," he turned around moving his hands to cup my face. "I just didn't know how bad it was."

"Well, other than being sore, I also realized that you bit me last time."

He cocked his head but his hands were still around my cheeks.

"My lower lip was bleeding," I confessed.

"Shit," he chuckled guiltily. "I'm sorry, Ana," and apologized. "I got carried away the last time and I promise I'll be more gentle next time. I'll admit I was a little rough last time, I was too excited," he told me sheepishly.

I didn't think it was cute like I'd do in hindsight, because I didn't have any personal sexual experience other than that once a week ago, with this same dude standing before me with the tip of our noses almost touching.

"I want you so bad," he lowered his face closer to mine and I just knew what was going to happen next.

And, I wasn't about to turn down a good make out session.

"Do you have any idea how excited I was last week. I'm so glad that I met you," he said sincerely.

"I was invited to a social last Thursday," I drew out.

"Did you go?"

"No, because I didn't like their parties," I giggled confessing. It was the nerdy frat and I briefly filled him in on the name and he scrunched up his nose.

"I'm glad you didn't go."

I laughed.

"We host way better parties than them, don't go to theirs. Come to ours." I almost felt like he was demanding that I go.

"I wasn't planning on going back anyway. I've been there twice, and I only enjoyed it once because I was drunk."

He chortled. That was the state we were in when we met, drunk. His lips lowered to mine but brushing against them softly and not pressing a kiss to me just yet.

"I wish I'd met you two weeks earlier," he sighed against my lips.

"Why?" I whispered, already sensing the anticipation increasing in me.

"That was when we hosted our social, I could've brought you."

I smiled, not knowing what to reply to that so I snaked a hand through his hair and pulled his lips down to mine. Attending a social could be fun with him.

He must've brought another girl to the party but I wasn't the least bit bothered, because we weren't anything; we were merely having a casual sexual relationship.

I could feel the sexual tension sizzling in the air, and I knew that he was damn near desperate to get into my pants.

But, he wasn't going to do it tonight, I wouldn't let him. I abide by my promise which was next week.

His tongue invaded my mouth the moment I gave him permission, and I moved both of my arms around his neck as he tightened his hold on my waist with one arm and another pushing our mouths closer together.

"I missed kissing you," he broke apart only to reclaim my mouth.

We were in the middle of the lake-side road, and I was perfectly aware of our surrounding. Despite the night sky, I knew people could still catch us smooching.

"Ah!" I yelped, instantly pulling away from him and burying my face in his chest, hugging him close. "Fuck, I'm so sorry," I mumbled an apology into his sweater.

"Did that runner scare you?"

"There was a runner?" I peered up at him and saw his concerned gaze.

"Yeah, someone whistled as they ran past us."

"I didn't hear that," I shook my head.

"Oh, that bird right?" He smiled gently. I was forced to confess my irrational fear of birds when he walked me back to my dorm last week. I nearly jumped on him last time when a bunch took off from a tree, and now he learned to shield me from those feathery flying animals.

"Yeah," I bit my lip nervously. "Sorry, I freaked out."

"Don't be," he pecked my lips. "Why don't we go into the boathouse. There shouldn't be anyone inside at this hour."

"Okay," I concurred, also believing that there wouldn't be anyone since he would be training with them if they did have training. Not that I knew anything about rowing but I didn't think he was buff enough to qualify the school team, but I never asked.

In my freaked out state I didn't even realize that his hand had sneaked under my coat. I was glad that he was mindful of the cold and didn't unzip it. I only did when he slipped his hand out from beneath.

As we made our way to the boathouse, I asked about Greek life and he told me about the meeting where they swore in freshmen that were selected after rush week was over. They all had to wear suits. That got me slight more excited because I liked seeing men in suit, a pretty face and a toned body would be a bonus.

He also filled me in about a sleepover that they would host after Spring Break, where everyone would bring a date.

We were hands and mouths the moment we entered the boathouse. Actually, his mouth was already on mind by the time we reached the door, and I was pretty certain that he used my back to push it open.

There was a table and two benches where we ended up making out on one of them. I was perched on his lap, straddling across him. His back leaned against the table. I wonder this would make him view this entire place differently the next time he was here to train.

"Can I unhook your bra?" He asked between kisses, breathlessly.

I nodded, it was the only thing I could do when he had his tongue trailing down the front of my throat, leaving open-kisses as his hands went inside my clothes unclasping my bra. He pulled my nipples out through my shirt. I hissed when I felt his teeth grazed them and his mouth sucking on them.

His hands were cold against my skin but I wasn't stopping him. He didn't lift my shirt up because we were technically still not completely indoor. Just sheltered.

"I want you, Ana," he mumbled against my lips as he hands started to twirl and play with my tits. I moaned into his mouth. He pulled at my bottom lip getting my attention.

"Not tonight," I moaned back. I felt my lower back arch as his palm pushed against my bare skin and thus pushing my breasts into his face. He latched onto them through my cloth, and I started to pepper kisses all over the side of his neck and shoulder.

"Please," he begged. "Everything about his evening had been great, the only disappointment is the severe lack of sex."

I giggled at him, watching him pout his adorable pout and I almost gave in, but I shook my head.

"Ana," he groaned into our connected lips. True to his words, he was now viciously abusing my bottom lip rather than my upper one that he wounded the last time.

To think this was the guy that asked me to give him a private performance with my monologue at the drama show, I truly didn't think he'd have any issue socializing and I didn't buy that his texts were awkward. Granted, his attempt at starting a conversation was a little unsuccessful but I always thought that was my problem because of my passive response at killing what little conversation we were having.

"You can wait," I shifted in his lap and I think I was sitting directly atop his crotch now.

He hissed, letting out a controlled breath.

Yup, he was on the verge of losing control and attacking me right then and there. He would probably have me on that table.

"You have any fantasies?" He asked mid-kiss but still not stopping his ministrations with his hands. I didn't know how I was able to form a coherent thought because this was definitely heated, and if I wasn't horny earlier, I definitely was wet now.

"Hmm?" Fantasies? Was this guy for real? I certainly wouldn't mind helping him make some of his dreams come true. I was just taken aback that I would star in his dreams at all.

"I dreamed of fucking you outdoor," he nibbled along my neck, it was the only area where my skin was exposed and close to my collarbone.

I gasped, not because of the excitement or the anticipation of actually doing so, but because of the idea. Come on, I was a virgin a week ago, and this was the first guy that I had been with that went past groping.

"That can wait."

"I am so desperate for you, Ana, I could have you now. Right this second," he said grinding his cock into me, and now I was certain that the rod I felt in between my legs was definitely his hard dick.

"Oh… mmm…" I let out another moan and rocked my hips creating some friction that I was sure did more to him than me.

"You're teasing me," he lamented, still lustful.

"Tuesday," I blurted out. "I can come over on Tuesday."

"You're making me wait another whole day?" He whined and pouted.

"You are so cute," I couldn't help but crooned. I knew I had probably said how adorable he was in my mind more times I cared to count, but this was one of the handful of times that I let it slipped out of my mouth.

"Can I convince you otherwise?"

"Thursday then, my break starts then," now I was really just toying and teasing him.

"Is it too much to ask for both?" This guy was truly adorable.

I pretended to ponder even though my mind had already been made up. There was no way I was going on break without fucking this guy. So, Thursday was an obvious given.

"I don't have class until midday on Wednesday, so Tuesday is okay. Thursday…" I trailed off, drawing this sweet torture longer. I especially liked the look on his face at the moment. He really was a horn-dog. Couldn't blame him though, my brother was the same and I wondered if that was why our parents sent him to an all-boy school; a prestigious one nonetheless. "Why not?"

The second I uttered those words, he attacked me. So much so that I thought I actually agreed to bed him tonight.

"Yes! Two nights next week. I look forward to them," he grinned at me.

Could he be any cuter?

"Why didn't I meet you sooner? My life could've been so much easier," he moaned against my mouth, his groping now advancing way past PG-13.

My hands slipped under his sweater as I fondled him through his clothes, and I wondered if he would mind if I actually went beneath it and touch his abs. His muscular built body had actually been missed by me; surprisingly.

I felt his hands going to my pants and I giggled.

"What?" He asked, didn't even bother to pull away from my lips as I groped him bare, feeling the way his back muscles contracted underneath my palms.

I remember him telling me that he actually liked that I had a bit of fat on my body even though I did have more muscle than average girls making my body harder to the touch. Though, one couldn't really see too much of my toned physique if I didn't contract them purposefully, unlike his well-built body.

"Good luck unbuttoning it," I giggled into his mouth and felt his deft hands fumble with my pants. He wasn't so skilled at that compared to how fast he unhooked my bra.

"You're making me want to rip it," he growled as he struggled. "Yes! Finally getting somewhere," he grinned pulling away for a millisecond.

"There's one more," I informed him giddily.

"Seriously? I give up," he groaned, pushing his fingers inside the small opening that he managed to get.

"You're not getting into my pants tonight, I told you that," I giggled at him and his struggles.

"It's okay, I can kiss you all day."

"With me in your lap?"

"Preferably."

"I'm heavy though," I was suddenly self-conscious like I was last Sunday. He was my very first intimate experience so evidently I was a novice. I was a rookie in making out, too, frankly.

"Clearly you don't know what real men are like," just to prove his point, he stood up with me and lifted me in the air with my legs wrapped around him. "You're not heavy, trust me. I'd carry to class with me if I'm allowed to."

I knew he was just horny but damn, if those words didn't turn me on a little more. It also gave me a new dose of confidence that I didn't have earlier.

"I'm sure you'd like that," I laughed, pulling his face in so we could continue the smooching. I nibbled on his lip.

Once he was seated again, I became bolder and kissed him harder. Our teeth clattered as we devoured each other hungrily like we didn't just have dinner together. It was the fact that he wanted me so badly that made me more confident.

My lips were bruised, for sure.

But, I didn't care, I was in the moment and I was going to enjoy it to the greatest.

"Are you sure you want me to wait until Tuesday?"

I laughed heartedly. I was really tempted to jump him here, but my dignity was refraining me from doing so, and I knew if we went back to his room, I wouldn't have much resolve in denying him sex. Especially if we ended up making out like we did here.

I truly didn't want to be viewed as an easy lay, which was why I was so resistant against the idea of having him so soon.

"Yes, next Tuesday, and Thursday," I confirmed, grinning at his pouty face.

I was a virgin just a week ago and now I felt like I had a booty call. I felt like with his desperation, he would truly be at my beck and call. He was committed to me, and I was thankful for that but if he really did fuck another girl, I wouldn't have felt anything either.

Though, I might be jealous if he started talking to another girl. Still, I didn't know if he was doing that since we weren't at any stage. We knew each other for five minutes, like literally since we spent the other hours fucking.

"You can still text me," I offered but it wasn't making him feel any better.

"It's so long," he protested. "Like another twenty-four hour."

I just nodded.

"It's actually more than twenty-four hours," he counted mentally. "It's been a week already."

"I was sore last week."

"You told me you felt better the last time I texted."

"I got a cold," I reminded him but I was sure he remembered that, too.

"You have been teasing me all night, and now you want me to wait for another day?"

I giggled at his reaction. He was overreacting and being dramatic.

"But, have I told you just how attracted to you I am?" He leaned closer, I knew he was trying to seduce me but I wasn't caving.

"You have," I chuckled at his attempt at trying to lure me in. Flirting had been a given between us now, so he was obviously trying to up his game. "At the party, and last Sunday," I added good-humoredly.

We really weren't close, it had just been sex between us. I honestly couldn't say that I knew too much about him but this man did make me feel things that I had never felt before, sexually. I felt like I finally experienced what people were talking about in porn.

"Don't tell me you have a condom on you," I jested being bold for a second.

"A guy can dream, right?" He grinned cheekily at my wide-eyed expression. "Unfortunately, no, I don't have one with me."

"Good, because you can wait," I repeated the phrase that I was pretty sure he hated at the moment.

His hands were still roaming in my coat, and I knew he wasn't done with me just yet.

"I want to fuck you into Wednesday," he growled lowly next to my ear, sending a shiver down my spine as he bit on my lobe.

I clenched my core partially due to anticipation of the sex but more due to the anticipation of the unknown.

"I have class that day," I reminded him breathily, giving myself away. I was aroused and turned on just like him.

"Then, I'll make sure you won't be able to walk."

"What?"

He smirked devilishly. Even that could be attractive coming from him. "I'm definitely fucking you till you can't walk straight on Thursday."

Oh my, the promises he made.

I didn't know what to expect anymore. Should I be scared?

"I hope at least I can walk," I murmured.

He smirked, and I could see it in his eyes that I just might have to sleep over at his place.

I sure hope I wouldn't pass out on him.

"I really don't want to, but okay, I'll tell my roommate that he's not welcomed on Tuesday and Thursday nights."

Now I felt bad for his roommate and suite mates.

"Where'd he go?"

He shrugged. "Common room? Don't care."

I flushed thinking about just how many people would hear us, especially me. They all knew that we were going at it.

"By the way, he was really apologetic for nearly walking in on us last week."

My blush turned from red to crimson like the Harvard logo, and I knew that without even having to look into a mirror because I could feel the heat spreading to my legs.

"Don't worry, it won't happen again. I told him to avoid the room till I text him."

I nodded, still feeling thoroughly embarrassed. Now I wanted to avoid everyone in his suite real bad, not that I had met any of them yet, but I had a feeling that it would be unavoidable.

"You must be freezing," I stated. We had been sitting in the boathouse just making out for the past two or so hours, and was only in a sweater.

"Yeah," he admitted. "Come on, I'll walk you back."

"Oh no, you don't have to," I really didn't want him out in the cold for that long. "I'll try to keep you warm till your building," I offered. It was getting chillier outside now that it was almost 11.

"I'd rather you keep me warm in my room," he grinned suggestively, and I arched a brow. "I'm kidding," he mumbled, helping me tidying my clothes and straightening his. "Worth a shot," he shrugged, murmuring in my hair as I hugged him tight trying to keep him warm.

End flashback

"You know I think he's sweet."

"Really?" I genuinely didn't know what to think but Kate seemed to like him so far. "Maybe I'm painting a nice picture of him?"

"He is nice, though. He's caring from what you said."

"Yeah, he is," that I had to assent to because he did give me the vibe that he was a responsible guy.

"I can't wait for Tuesday!" Kate squealed, and for a second I thought I wasn't the one getting laid but her.

"You're too excited for me, Kate," I muttered.

"He better make good on his promises."

"Now I'm worried."

"Oh, don't be. You'll be absolutely fine! Trust me," I wanted to glare at him with utter skepticism because as far as I was concerned, she was still a virgin because she hadn't told me about any significant other. "It's going to be good."

"I hope so," I found myself saying because I really wanted it to be memorable.

"He needs to make you cum, Ana." Kate turned all stern all of a sudden, and I knew that was a faux tone given the content.

"I don't know, I've never came before so I don't know what it's like."

"Talk to him."

I winced but that was plausible, neither of us were shy about sex.

"Wish me luck."

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