Haley let herself into her dorm room, feeling restless. Her roomate and best friend, Brooke, was at a frat party, one that Haley was going to after she got dressed and called Jake. Nathan would probably be there, and Haley was glad. She badly wanted to have a good time tonight, and he always knew how to help her in that department.
The two at first met freshman year, and naturally, they clicked immediately. They had the same fun-loving persona, good looks, and high social status. They also had the same idea of the relationship they wanted. Both sought a good time with an attractive person, no strings attached. Haley and Nathan had quickly built routine on the late night booty calls and jello shots, and depended on having a sexy partner to go to parties with who, in the end, wanted the same thing to end the night: mind blowing sex.
That lasted until the summer of sophomore year, when Haley met a guy named Jake down by the Jersey shore. He was a year older and went to a different school, but they became a couple anyway. Another thing about Jake was that he wanted to wait until he got married to have sex. Haley remembered telling Nathan this one night, and how hilarious he'd found it.
Although her connection with Jake remained strong, Haley didn't want to give up her party-girl attitude or her relationship with Nathan. The solution was simple. Seeing as Jake was halfway across the country, she carried on her normal life with Nathan, and when Jake visited the campus, everyone's lips were sealed. Haley was so popular that anyone who dared say a word to her boyfriend was sure to have a nasty rumor spread about them by her friend Brooke.
Haley now stood in front of her closet, wearing only a purple thong and matching bra, trying to decide what to wear. She pulled out a skimpy yellow tank top and short faded jean skirt, tugging them over her small frame. Slipping her feet into a pair of heels, she grabbed her purse, complete with a couple of Trojans in case they didn't quite make it to his room. Haley smiled to herself as she remembered the time they had been so drunk that they'd fucked behind some bushes near the frat house. She decided to call Jake tomorrow, because right now, she was ready for fun.
Nathan sat at a game of I Never with the gang, laughing as Brooke admitted to being arrested for nudity in public.
"I was drunk, alright? I think that was at the Classics, after the squad hit the Dizzy Rooster once Whitey said lights out…"
Haley made her way through the crowd to her friends, grabbing a shot off a tray as she went.
"Bottoms up!" She cheered as they all downed their alcohol. Nathan grinned at her as he pulled her onto his lap. Haley lowered her lips to his ear and whispered to him seductively.
"Hey you."
"I didn't expect you to be here."
"Isn't that a shame." She whispered as she kissed his neck, feeling his arousal underneath her.
He moaned softly, so their friends couldn't hear him, and began to rub her firm butt.
She sighed into his neck, her hands groping his member, earning a louder groan from him, this one causing Peyton and Skills to smirk.
Haley grinned at them, and took Nathan's hand. "Let's go somewhere more private."
She pulled him up the stairs, into the first available room with no-one already fucking in it.
He quickly locked the door, and turned to her, pushing her up against the wall, his hard chest to her. Their lips met immediately, tongues fighting for dominance as Haley pulled her legs around his waist, suspended between the wall and his warm body.
"Nathan… I want you to fuck me so badly… let's do it already…" She panted to him.
He pulled away from her to take off his clothes as she stripped quickly. Nathan stretched a condom over his dick, only to feel her pushing him back onto the unmade bed. "No foreplay tonight," she whispered, "I just want a good hour of hard core fucking."
He smirked at her before pushing himself into her wetness. She moaned loudly, straddling him, her hands on his chest as began to ride him. He laid back and watched her, her hair dancing as she pleasured him. Haley was dominant in bed, and he usually didn't have to do much. Nathan gazed at her breast, bouncing against her chest, two perfectly proportioned mounds. He glanced at her face, a look of pure satisfaction gracing her features.
"Nathan, that feels so fucking good, oh, baby."
He smirked, and began to thrust, knowing exactly how she liked it. Hard and rough, he pushed himself deeper into her, until she moaned his name, so loud and thrilling, signaling that she had came. She pulled him out of her, falling onto the bed next to him.
"God, Nathan, you hardly did anything that time. Too tired?"
He grinned slyly. "You never needed any help before."
She rolled her eyes at him. "Could you give me a BJ?"
"What? Since when do you request?"
"Since you stopped fucking and let me just ride you for an hour."
He sighed, but obligingly went beneath the covers to pleasure her. Nathan heard a long moan as soon as his tongue touched her warmth, and he smiled to himself as he went further into her, knowing that she wasn't the only one getting a blow job tonight.