1 Movie Night

by Stayrr

You Knew What.

139. Divine

1. Divine_(0)

2. Temptation

by Von Armand

Fiction, Consensual Sex, School, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female

I jammed my fingers in my mouth and let out a shrill whistle as The Divine finished off their last song with a blistering guitar riff from Kara Devine. She caught my eye and grinned, aiming the head of her guitar towards the ceiling of the auditorium and tearing out the last notes like a professional rock star. Her brother, Adam Devine, had just put the microphone back in its stand after singing the final verse, and was nodding his head to his younger sister's finale. The drummer, Adam's lifelong friend Brett, pounded his drums along with her in perfect concert. The crowd cheered, jumping to their feet and cheering like they had witnessed god. Adam and Brett wore simple jeans and band t-shirts, but Kara, Kara always liked to dress up. She was decked out in nearly knee-high black leather boots (the thick ones), a mid-thigh length black skirt, one of those white school girl type tops that exposed her flat stomach and a little red tie. Her inky black hair fell around her pixy face in sheer perfection, obscuring everything but one pale blue eye, encircled by dark eyeliner, and dark red lips. She finished with a flourish as the stage lights dimmed before changing to an altogether different lighting.

Adam approached the mic stand and grabbed it, beaming and panting with exertion. "Thank you! Thank you! CD's for sale at the door! Have a good year and take care of my baby sister, class of twenty twelve!" The crowd screamed its approval one last time before quieting down and beginning the slow process of exiting the auditorium. I sat back down and waited for the crowd to thin before standing once more and making my way towards the stage. Adam, Brett and Kara were sitting on the edge talking with fans and staff, even signing a few autographs. The Divine weren't well known outside of the local towns, but they were on the fast track to success in my opinion. They had been huge in their home town, my home town, and I had been close to all of them from the beginning, Kara especially. Kara and I had been neighbors from an early age, almost always ending up in classes together throughout school.

We had tried dating each other once in junior high school, but it had been awkward for some reason. When we started high school however, we had tested the dating scene and found it very disagreeable. I didn't like it because I just couldn't find the right person. Kara, on the other hand, was nearly raped by her second boyfriend and ran back to me because she knew I was safe. After that, for some inexplicable reason, we had clicked, finding that we were more or less perfect together. Because we had grown up together, we knew the subtle little nuances of each other's behavior and how we operated. This meant that we rarely fought and when we did it was because of things we generally didn't have control over. We were very easy going, mellow people and this meant that it took something huge to get us going.

When Adam had proposed starting a band 'just for fun', Kara had jumped at the opportunity. She could play guitar like other people could breathe and Adam, forgive me if I sound a little gay for saying this, had the voice of some kind of earth-bound angel. Brett was a solid drummer and Adam's best friend, therefore a natural choice.

As I approached the stage Kara spotted me and beamed, revealing brilliantly white teeth and a perfect, captivating smile.

"Ohmigod! Kara Devine, I'm your biggest fan!" I cried in an overly girly voice, clapping my hands to my cheeks.

"Oh jeez," Adam sniggered, "its that groupie again."

"He wants you bad, Kara," Brett chuckled.

"That's alright," Kara purred, "he is kinda sexy."

"Ohmigod! Kara Devine called me sexy!" I squealed, jumping up and down and fanning my face in a very feminine manner.

She giggled girlishly, flicking the hair from her face to reveal her other eye. This was one of the things that I could not get enough of about her; her eyes were heterochromatic, the left eye was pale blue and the right was a slightly darker shade of green. I adored her eyes and she knew it.

"As always guys, a fantastic show," I congratulated, walking right up to the stage between Kara's knees. Tall as I was at six foot two, she was sitting on the stage and could look down at me, which she proceeded to do with an impish little smile.

"And now you have a famous girlfriend, Danny," Brett put in, elbowing Adam.

"Yeah, yeah," he admitted. Adam approved of Kara and me, but he still liked to be the protective older brother.

"I know," I said, blowing a kiss at her as I played with her boots, "I can be as lazy as I want and she'll take care of me with her rock star money."

"You don't get to be lazy with me, Daniel," she said sternly, a smile desperately trying to force its way onto her lips. Something in the way she said it made my mind flash to something a little different than being lazy. Suddenly there was an urge to rush her back to my dorm room right then and there. This was the last day of orientation and I planned on making the best of it.

"You don't mind if I steal your star, do you Adam?" I asked, looking from Kara to her brother. He looked behind him at the school staff beginning to pack up the speakers and wires.

"I suppose. We only have our instruments anyways," he replied. I smiled then turned to Kara, my eyes bright, holding my arms out for her to jump into.

"Noo," she giggled, "I reek."

"She is kinda ripe," Brett chuckled. Kara scowled and smacked him in the stomach.

"I don't care, c'mon," I prompted, opening and closing my hands.

"But, Danny," she whined.

I gave her a look and she sighed, slipping off the stage into my arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around my middle. In my opinion she smelled like water, if anything at all.

"Later fellas," I grinned over her shoulder before turning around to carry her out of the auditorium.

"Don't forget your guitar!" Adam reminded her.

"Oh!" she said, making to get out of my arms and go back for it. Instead, I backed up to the stage so she could grab the case her bother held out for her.

"Anything else?" I asked as she made eye contact while adjusting herself to compensate for the case.

"No," she smiled sheepishly.

I smiled, carrying her up and out of the auditorium and through the campus center towards the road. I made it halfway down the sidewalk towards the freshman quad, before I had to put her down. Mostly this was because I was out of shape from a lack of proper exercise, and partly because she could only stand being carried for so long before she started to fidget.

"What's the matter, Daniel, out of breath already?" she teased.

"Shh, don't tease. That freshman fifteen is coming on fast."

"How do you expect to keep up with me if you're already this tired?"

"Who said anything about keeping up with you?" I countered, smacking at her butt. Narrowly dodging my hand, she bounced around on the tips of her booted toes, still blatantly full of energy.

"Well, what are we going to do now then?" she shot back, jabbing at me with her guitar case.

"I don't know," I sighed, "I'm kinda tired."

She sighed disappointedly, "Oh well then, I was gonna let you fuck me, but if you're so tired I guess I can wait." She stopped and gave me an expectant look, waiting for my reply.

I narrowed my eyes, "Damn you, it's not fair that you can do this kind of thing to me."

"Oh stop whining, Daniel. Now, we're gonna go back to my dorm so I can shower and then we'll kick Eric out of your room." She was openly talking about this while we were walking through the quad, surrounded by fellow students, many of whom were already drunk. It was only ten o'clock the night before classes, and the after hour activities were already in full swing. There were four freshman dorm buildings situated in a rough square with the large quad in the middle. Kara lived in the far building while I lived in the one closest to the academic center.

I smiled, wrapping an arm around her middle and pulling our hips together, "What's the point in taking a shower now when you're just going to get all dirty again?" I, unlike Kara, was more self-conscious about what I said in public so I spoke in a low voice.

She grinned, pleased by the thought of getting 'dirty'. "Because, I like smelling good."

I stopped her and gave her an incredulous look, "Are you serious?"

She pursed her lips in an effort not to smile, but couldn't hold it, "Shut up." We burst into a fit of giggles as she pulled me into her building and signed me in. She lived on the fourth floor, something I bitched about nonstop.

"Stop being such a baby," she admonished for the hundredth time, as she opened her door. The lights were off and it was quiet; her reaction to which was a moment of shock before I grabbed her around the waist and picked her up again.

"Danny, no! Just because they aren't here doesn't mean…mmff," she protested before I could silence her by planting my lips over hers. Her struggles were halfhearted and purely for show, because as soon as my lips locked with hers, she melted into me. Her guitar case thumped onto one of her roommate's beds as she clung to my head, pulling it harder against her own. Kara was really big into working out, be it running, kickboxing, dancing, Pilates and all kinds of other activities. As a result, her well toned legs nearly crushed the breath out of me.

"Uhhn, fuck the shower," she groaned, breaking away and biting at my lower lip. She went zero to sixty like that very easily.

"That's what I thought," I smiled, staggering up to her bed and trying to toss her onto it. She didn't go; her legs remaining tightly wrapped around my midsection so only the top half of her flopped onto the pink sheets. She was squeezing me hard, grinning as I pulled my shirt off and tossed it at her. Her legs tightened dramatically as my shirt landed on her face.

"Uhg, you're like that bitch from Goldeneye," I groaned.

"You callin' me a bitch, baby?" she purred, pulling me harder into her and digging the heels of her boots into me.

"A hot bitch?" I squeaked.

"That's right," she grinned, letting up a little bit enough for me to unlock her legs from around my waist and toss her completely on the bed.

She giggled as I followed; climbing on top of her and kissing her again as I struggled to get her little white shirt off.

"When are you going to learn how to take my clothes off properly?" She pushed me over and pulled her shirt off, tossing it away. She then rolled onto her side and started to take her boots off.

"Leave 'em on," I said quietly, sitting up and looking her over. Kara was a small girl at five foot three; and she looked stunning with her big black boots, plaid skirt hiked up to reveal a white pair of panties, and her little white bra containing her small breasts.

"Mmm, kinky," she purred lustily.

"No, what we did before school was kinky. This is just cool."

"I suppose," she grinned, remembering that night. Linking her arms around my neck, she drew me close and lightly kissed my lips. I felt her legs wrap around my waist once more and slowly lowered myself on top of her.

"So, my little rock star…" I trailed off as she slipped a hand down my shorts, making it quite obvious what was on her mind.

"Mm babe, I want to be on top this time," she mumbled, squeezing my rapidly stiffening cock, hard. This tended to happen after her shows while the adrenaline was still pumping. She gave me an expectant look, as if she was waiting for an objection.

"Knock yourself out, babydoll; I love just laying there," I smiled, rolling off to the side and helping her slide on top of me.

An impish grin revealed perfect, white teeth, "Yeah, just lay there and take it, little bitch."

Scowling, I reached up and pinched her side.

"Ow!" she squeaked, slapping my hand away. Her knees jabbed into my sides, nearly crushing the breath out of me once again. A wild grin on her lips, she grabbed my hands and intertwined our fingers, pushing them above my head and leaning down to kiss me hard. You may think less of me for letting her take control like this, but in the heat of the moment it was unbelievably hot. This also tended to happen after her performances and it was a bad scene when I tried to get in her way. So, through harsh experience, I learned to go with the flow. I could feel the intense heat radiating from between her legs on my crotch.

She broke away and we lay gasping for a moment before she said, "Why aren't your pants off yet?"

"I got distracted," I panted, now trying desperately to undo my shorts. She scooted up a little so I could work behind her and grinned down at me, running her hands through my short hair. As I struggled, she took her hands from my head and reached behind her back, unhooking her bra. My eyes tracked up her body, taking in the slight curves of her petite breasts as my hands gradually stopped working.

"Mm, baby, did I say stop?" she purred, taking great pleasure in my attention.

"But…" My hand slowly came from behind her back and headed towards her bare tits.

"Ah ah," she tutted, grabbing my hand, "after those pants are gone." I was starting to breathe hard; I couldn't handle it when she teased me like this. I couldn't focus on one thing over another; I couldn't make a decision on anything.

"Baby, stay with it." Kara's voice resounded sternly through my addled mind.

"Huh, wah?"

Her gorgeous eyes softened and she leaned down, wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging me tightly. "Oh, sweetheart…." I could already tell her performance high was wearing off, but trust me that would not affect her near insatiable sex drive.

"Mm, its okay baby," she purred as she realized my full attention was back on her. Slender arms cradled my head as tender lips met with my own in a passionate kiss. Her hips rocking on my waist told me she was still good to go, and I went back to trying to squirm out of my shorts.

"You know, you're not helping by sitting on me like that," I said with a little smile.

"I'm merely providing…motivation," she replied impishly. "And I know its working." I had gotten my shorts down and her delicate hands disappeared once more beneath my boxers.

"Uh, fuck it," I groaned, grabbing her head between my hands and pulling her down to kiss her roughly. She giggled into my mouth as her hands roamed my body. I took a hand away from her head and flipped her little skirt out of the way so I could squeeze a panty covered cheek. Her small breasts squashed against my chest as she ground her crotch against the neat tent in my boxers. She was breathing rapidly and her pupils were huge as we attempted to eat the other's face.

"Oh god, I'm gonna explode," she mumbled with a slightly embarrassed smile. I grinned, taking my hand away from her rear and slipping it under her, sliding it along her perfect stomach and into the front of her panties. She gasped, a shocked expression in her eyes, before being replaced by an utterly contented look. She was practically purring as I coaxed her off of my stomach onto the bed between the wall and me. My fingers slowly worked small circles over her moist outer lips, occasionally venturing a knuckle or two into her body.

Suddenly there was a burst of giggling from outside the room. Kara swore the air blue, instantly snapping out of her euphoric state and scrabbling for her bra. I was still reaching for my shorts as her roommates burst into the room, one giggling uncontrollably and the other trying to keep the first from falling on her face. I turned onto my side, using my bare back as a shield so Kara could pull her clothes back on.

"Well lookie here, Cynthia, our little Kara got lucky," the bigger of the two slurred, lurching to her bed and leaning heavily against the frame.

"Alexis, we should leave them alone," Cynthia suggested, trying to take Alexis' arm and lead her back out of the room. She tossed me an embarrassed smile as she struggled with her roommate. Kara had finally struggled into her bra and managed to pull her shirt on, but not button it.

"No, don't bother," Kara said, her annoyance clearly obvious to everyone but Alexis. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed as Kara squeezed past and thudded to the floor, still in her big boots. After pinning her inebriated roommate with a withering stare, she couldn't quite get out of her boots fast enough. Cynthia meanwhile, had sidled up next to me, watching Kara struggle in frustration.

"Sorry we kinda cock-blocked you, Danny," she apologized quietly.

I chuckled softly, "It's not me you're going to have to worry about." She giggled and flicked a lock of blond hair out of her eyes. I wasn't afraid to say that she was a looker, slightly taller than Kara with slightly more curvature to her frame. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't give up Kara for the world but I did like to push her buttons every now and again. Although, it probably wasn't such a good idea right about now.

"Daniel," I heard Kara say slowly, "stop looking at Cynd's rack and hand me my shower stuff."

"I…"

"Yeah, don't even try," she cut me off, pointing to a plastic basket thing that held all kinds of bathroom products. I smiled at Cynthia and grabbed the basket, handing it to my less than amused girlfriend. Alexis had flopped onto her bed by now and looked to be passed out. Somehow in the split second I'd taken my eyes off of Kara, she'd wrapped herself in a towel and was for all intents and purposes naked underneath.

"Right, so I guess this means I'll see you tomorrow morning for class?" I ventured cautiously, wary of the look in her eyes.

She sighed and rubbed her eyes, looking exhausted, "Yeah, babe, I'll meet you outside your building at nine-thirty."

"Ok," I said, leaning in and kissing her gently, "Sorry about this by the way."

"Not your fault," she replied, kissing me back. I walked her out of the room after giving Cynthia a wave goodbye, to which Kara smacked my arm and glared at her roommate.

"Don't encourage him!" she shouted back into the room, slamming the door behind us. I couldn't help but laugh. She gave me her crazy eyes, something she did when she wasn't exactly thrilled with me but she wasn't completely pissed, and poked me in the chest with a finger.

"Better watch yourself, buster brown."

I just chuckled and kissed her again, turning to go.

"Morning sunshine," I snickered the next day, favoring the shuffling Kara with a sympathetic smile. She looked gorgeous as always, but you could see in the way she walked that she was dead tired. She responded with a very unladylike grunt and continued walking towards the academic circle, forcing me to follow along behind her.

"Aww, what's the matter?" I asked.

"I didn't sleep very well."

"How come, do you know?"

As a response she stopped, glared up at me for a moment, and then kept on walking.

"Oh come on! It's not my fault, you can't blame that on me!" I cried, hurrying to catch up with her.

"No, but you're an easy target," she forced through a smile. I pouted and was relieved when she chuckled, linking her arm with mine. "So, what class do we have first again?"

"Um, World Civs 103 in 115."

"Where the hell is that?"

I frowned, thinking, and gestured towards one of the buildings, "Somewhere in there."

"All hail the navigator!" she teased.

"Quiet, munchkin," I smiled, giving her a little shove. We playfully smacked at each other all the way to the classroom, which we had little difficulty finding. I picked out a seat towards the back and sat down, Kara hurrying to sit next to me before someone else did. The room filled up quickly before the professor arrived.

Now when you think about college professors, this guy was the image that should come to mind. Crazy salt and pepper hair, thick glasses, a well worn sweater vest, corduroy pants and a beat up black briefcase, assured me that no matter what he taught us, I would find this class amusing.

"Oh my god," Kara sniggered, hiding a smile behind her hand. I smirked as well.

"My name is Professor Whitfield," the man said in a surprisingly resonating voice, "I have a few requests to make of you before we begin the semester." It seemed he made eye contact with every one of us before continuing. "First off, no texting please. I find it very disrespectful. Second, I would like to have you sit in alphabetical order." He smiled apologetically, "It's something I can't seem to drop from my high school teaching days and it will help me learn your names faster." I stole a quick glance at Kara and couldn't help but grin. Her smirk had turned to full blown horror.

The professor proceeded to call roll and organized us into our new seats accordingly. I couldn't help but smirk as Kara was seated directly across from me, but on the other side of the room. She was seated next to a very attractive girl who she said hi to and appeared to hit it off with. The girl had golden blond hair with brown highlights, quite the contrast to Kara's inky black locks. When she looked over at me though, she pouted sullenly; I gave her a little wave and a fake pout of my own. I turned my attention to the professor who was now passing around the syllabus.

Suddenly my pocket began to vibrate and I sighed, shooting a look across at Kara who responded with a guilty smile.

Kara: This is going to kill me! =(

I rolled my eyes and replied with: Poor baby 3. A particularly cruel thought struck me and I added: I'll make it up to you after class… and then I added a little winky face.

It took a couple seconds for the message to make its way to her cell and I watched closely as she carefully pulled out her phone and checked it. Grinning lewdly, I watched her face change from a simple smile to a slightly uncomfortable one. I knew this look, my Kara had an over-active imagination. Right now her entire thought process would be devoted to implications of this message.

My pocket vibrated again. Kara: donntttt, I don't get to be alone with you until tonightttt!! I grinned as the professor kept passing the papers out one by one.

Quickly, I replied: Mm but I wanna do things to you now! Can't you imagine me just fucking you silly? That last bit was a stretch, but as I looked across to her I saw it did the trick. She pulled out her phone and stared at the little screen, biting her lip. She crossed her legs and I could see her thighs tensing as she squeezed. She was too easy. I put my cell away as the professor came by and handed me the syllabus. As I looked up, I saw Kara glaring at me, shifting in her seat uncomfortably. I blew her a kiss and took my phone out again.

Kara: Can we skip and go back to my room? I shook my head, first at the message and then at her. She pouted and mouthed 'why?' back at me. I rolled my eyes and made a show of looking around the lecture hall. She fixed me with her most pleading look and bit her lip again in a fantastic show of desperation. Had she been next to me and been able to touch me, I would have crumbled immediately. But this was not the case, and I simply stuck my tongue out at her. This could mean one of two things for my future: one, she would get mad and I would get in trouble or two, she would pounce on me the moment we were alone. I prayed for the latter.

I could see her heave a big sigh and fold her arms on the table, resting her chin on her arm. Her eyes roved the lecture hall for a moment, glancing at the professor as he talked, but were eventually drawn back to me and I could see her sigh again.

The latter! Success!

The rest of the class passed me by slowly despite its mere fifty minute duration. However, the incident afterwards in the hallway more than made up for my boredom in the classroom.

"You're so cruel, Daniel!" Kara whined loudly, pushing herself against me in a small alcove off of the main hall.

"Mm, I did nothing, baby," I countered smoothly, pressing right back, catching her off guard. She looked up at me with pleasantly surprised eyes and threw her arms around my shoulders, rising on the tips of her toes to kiss me. Oblivious to our fellow students passing by just yards away, I pushed her against the wall and pressed my body against hers. She was beyond gone, totally consumed by her lust and completely indifferent to the throngs of passing students. I'm pretty sure I could have had her right then and there if I was so inclined, but we both had classes in less than ten minutes.

She hadn't made a sound since we first ducked into this nook, knowing she needed to be quiet; but she just couldn't contain herself anymore, "Daniel?"

Leaning in, I nipped at the edge of her ear, knowing full well it would drive her insane, "We have class," I whispered. She collapsed back against the concrete wall as I pulled away slightly, a horribly pained look coming across her face. I gave her a sympathetic grimace as she took my wrist to look at my watch.

"Can't you just skip English? I mean, it's not like you even need to try in that subject," she pleaded in desperation, running her hands over her face and through her hair.

"But you need to be in that math class. We both know you suck at it," I said, smiling. She chuckled despite it all and dusted herself down, turning so I could get her back.

She turned around and leaned up, kissing me again with a dreamy little smile on her lips, "Do you still not know what you do to me?" It was an ongoing joke between us, mostly her, that I was unaware of how I turned her on, the effect I had on her if you will. In reality, I had a pretty good idea as to how things worked. Whereas, she actually thought I had no idea what I was capable of doing to her.

I shrugged, smiling dumbly down at her in response.

She smiled wolfishly, "I'm so wet for you right now," her voice barely a whisper.

"Heh, but whose fault is that sweetheart? You've worked yourself up all by your onesy."

She snorted and stepped back into the hallway, pulling me with her, "I'll show you tonight just what it is you do to me, baby." Fortunately there wasn't anyone around to hear that. She gave me a look that sent electricity shooting to my crotch and winked, pushing through a door to head across campus.

"I suppose I deserved that," I mumbled to myself, putting in my headphones and trudging through the halls, trying to nonchalantly cover my hard-on. My next few classes were agony, her last words running through my head over and over. My plan had backfired completely! By the time my lunch break rolled around I was really suffering. Kara had a class during this time and got out when my break ended so we couldn't eat together. Instead, I met up with a few friends I had made during orientation. The conversation was light at first, the classes, the professors, and the school. But, as it invariably does with guys my age, the conversation turned to sex and the options this university had to provide.

I mentioned I had a girlfriend and I was effectively cut from the conversation then and there, but listening to them talk did nothing to help the condition I was in. By the time lunch was over and I was headed to my next class, I was in a worse state than before. Sitting in my next class I was compelled to mess with her again, just to ensure tonight.

Baby I want you soo bad! This being my last class of the day, and a massive lecture hall to boot, I was not concerned with niceties of not texting in class.

Kara: pleaasseee don't Daniel! I could just imagine her squirming in her seat now, biting her lip and giving my words a pained look.

Mm but the things I want to do to you…I want to fuck you so bad. My being blunt with her often had a surprisingly devastating effect.

Kara: Daniel you are so mean

Oh no, sweetheart, not mean at all

Kara: you're going to make me scream if you don't stop

What kind of incentive for me to stop is that?

It was getting close to the end of class by the time she responded: you had better be in my room in the next twenty minutes

And if I'm not?

Kara: you don't want to find out…

"Oh, this is going to be fun," I said to myself as the lecture let out. Grinning like a mad-man, I made my way across campus towards the dorms. Thinking it over, I decided to take my time; I knew it would pay off in the end for the both of us. I just so happened to look off to my right across the parking lot to see a small figure booking it in the same direction I was heading. I recognized the raven black hair and stride of Kara Devine even from more than a football field's distance away. I couldn't help but laugh out loud at the sight, causing a few passersby to give me weird looks. She was gone a second later though, hauling ass behind some trees; and, knowing her, she wouldn't even be winded by the time she got to her room. I shook my head; I was extremely jealous of how in shape she was. She could run circles around me. Anyways...

The walk to her dorm was entertaining to say the least; just thinking of what was in store was getting me more than a little excited. I didn't even notice the four story climb to her room. I stopped in front of her door, fixing myself a little bit and noticing the apparently random blank sticky note above the door handle. The slowly closing suite door thudded shut behind me, and no sooner had I looked to it and back than I heard thumping inside her room; the door disappeared in front of me to be replaced by a huffing and puffing girlfriend. I was right, she wasn't out of breath, she was just pissed.

"Daniel Addison Valentine," she said slowly, quietly.

I bit my lip, pushing her back into the room by stepping in. "My full name, I must be in trouble," I replied smoothly, backing her up against her closet, letting my bag thud to the floor along the way. My hands ran up her sides and she faltered, expecting me to be the one to crack under her apparent anger.

"Y-yes, you bastard. I can't believe you did that to me," she continued on with the act, her head swaying slightly as her hostile fa?e began to give way to passion.

I pressed harder against her, leaning down slightly like I was going to kiss her. She responded in kind, but couldn't reach as I kept her pinned with my hands on her hips. Instead, she gazed up at me with her mouth half open and a pained look in her eyes.

"Bastard?" I replied in the same smooth tone I had used before, "I thought you enjoyed it when I did things like that. And, you cannot complain about me turning you on like this."

She tried hard to kiss me again but I held her in place as I was just too tall for her to reach on her own. Letting out little whining noises, she pulled at my shirt in desperation. "Not at school, Daniel. Not when I have to wait forever to see you. It's not fair…please."

"Please?" I asked, feigning confusion. I leaned even farther down and she tried to kiss me, but despite her best efforts I kept dodging my lips out of the way. After she let out a final burst of whining I leaned down quickly and buried my lips against her neck. She moaned softly as an arm wrapped around my neck and her hand caressed the back of my head.

"Daniel," she groaned as I took some of her flesh between my teeth and my hands disappeared down the back of her pants. I squeezed both cheeks hard and pulled her in to me roughly. She moaned again and I knew she could feel me pressing into her stomach just above her crotch.

"Please… don't play any more games with me," she pleaded breathlessly as I continued to kiss her neck and let my hands roam her body, although never touching anything too sensitive. Pretty soon she would be begging and pleading for all she was worth; this wasn't the first time I've 'tortured' her as she called it.

"You're acting like we haven't had sex in months," I noted with a smile, as I switched to the other side of her neck.

"Three days," she replied, breathing heavily, "close enough." I stepped back from her all at once and she slumped to her hands and knees in front of me as my support disappeared. Her eyes looked first at the floor, then rose to my crotch where they lingered and on up to my face.

"Three days?" I asked.

She sat back on her knees and ran shaking hands through her hair. "Yes, three, that's what I said."

"Two, Kara," I deadpanned, leaning back against her raised bed frame. She froze, her eyes going far away.

She snapped back into reality all of a sudden, "Oh my god, Dan I'm sorry! It was like three in the morning."

"And you even commented on my spontaneity," I replied, injecting some sadness into my voice, even pouting a little.

She suddenly looked like she was going to cry, quickly crawling up to me and wrapping her arms around my waist and burying her face in my stomach. "Don't be mad! I'm sorry, please don't leave."

"Leave? Silly girl, I just intend to make you pay." And just like that, her mood shifted entirely.

"Make me pay… you're going to p-punish me?" She looked up at my face with a dirty little smile, her chin now perched seductively on my belt buckle.

"Mm, yes," I said quietly, running a hand through her hair.

"What are you going to do to me, Daniel?" she purred. She was working herself up pretty good by now, rubbing against my lower body. One of her hands was slowly undoing my belt, the other rubbing my painfully hard cock though my shorts.

"Well I'm not sure, what do you think you deserve?"

She bit her lip, thinking. "Well, I've been bad," she shuddered, electricity no doubt running from her brain straight to everything that made her tingle with pleasure. "You shouldn't go easy on me. Have your way with me, ravish me, make me scream your name!" Her own words were turning her on and with every word she became more and more excited, tearing my belt off in her haste. Her hands were so fast. In a moment my shorts and boxers were gone and she had me in her mouth.

"Oh, really? But that sounds like something you want, badly," I said, stifling a groan. Slowly, I ran my hand through her hair again, taking a handful and slowly beginning to pull her head back off of my cock. She looked up at me as she grabbed my wrist with both hands, a wicked open-mouthed grin on her face as I angled her head back.

"Then what, Danny? What are you going to do to me?" she asked softly, letting her hands fall to her sides.

I smiled down at her, "You'll see. But for now, I want you to do whatever I say."

She bit her lip again, swallowing hard, "Yes."

"Good girl," I cooed with a smile, pulling up on her hair gently to indicate I wanted her to stand. She got up on shaky legs and I let go of her. Her arousal was palpable, and it was all I could do to reach down to pull my boxers back up.

"What are you…" she began nervously, reaching out to stop me.

I slapped her hand away, "Bup bup, do only as I say." She bit her lip and moaned as her relief disappeared beneath my underwear. I couldn't help but smirk at her discomfort. I was still blatantly hard and that seemed to be all she saw of me until I reached out to unbutton her shirt.

She made a little noise as more and more of her bare torso was revealed to me. She wasn't wearing a bra and bit by bit her pert little tits were being exposed. "You're being so slow with me," she said softly, "it's killing me." I finished with the buttons and pulled her shirt off, tossing it away along with my own.

I chuckled darkly, "And it's only just begun."

"Oh god," she moaned, her mouth opening in ecstatic anticipation. She knew what was coming, this wasn't the first time, and as much as she hated it, she loved it even more. I could not have chosen a better time either it seemed, as this 'slight' gap in our sexual activities was making even the slightest contact extreme for her. I pulled her to me and kissed her hard, making her gasp in surprise. While kissing her, I tugged at her shorts to get her to take them off. Still trying to keep her lips locked with mine she struggled mightily, but couldn't quite get them all the way off. Instead, she tried the old shimmy shimmy, but that failed too.

"Take your time," I chuckled, pulling back a little so she could get the rascal off. Muttering curses, Kara ripped them off and flung them behind her. She began to take her panties off as well but I stopped her. "Leave those on," I quietly ordered.

She looked up at me in confusion but did as she was told, "How come?"

"I wouldn't want you sticking anything in there that you weren't allowed," I replied, smiling cruelly.

She pouted, "But baayby," her whining was accompanied by a grasping hand down my boxers as she pressed herself close, giving me her sexiest look. "I'm not allowed to put…anything in me?" She arched an eyebrow suggestively at the word 'anything'.

"Nope," I responded simply. She stuck her bottom lip out even farther, flicking the hair out of her face to pin me with her heterochromatic eyes. "Oh no you don't, tricky girl!" I laughed, covering her eyes with a hand and holding the back of her head with the other, leaning in to kiss her hard.

Her hand switched to my balls as I pulled away, still covering her eyes, "Mm, when did these show up, hmm?"

"Don't make me cover your mouth too," I threatened, kissing her neck and ear.

Her lips parted in a toothy grin, "Cover? No. Not necessarily cover, stuff maybe."

Stuff?! I was slightly shocked; she'd never shown any interest in this kind of thing before. "You had something in mind, a dirty sock…maybe your own panties?"

That last suggestion really seemed to get to her because goosebumps began appearing all over her. "As kinky as that sounds, Daniel," she squeezed my cock hard, "I was thinking of something else." I knew I had a sick mind, but damn.

"I bet you would like that wouldn't you?"

She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped short for a moment, "Umm no, it would be horrible and would definitely teach me a lesson."

I pulled her hand from my boxers and began turning her around towards her bed, keeping my hand over her eyes. "Nice try, Kara." I pulled a bandana from her closet and tied it around her eyes, grateful for the returned use of my hand.

"Daniel, this is so hot," she whispered in my ear as I got her onto her bed and laid her out, "why haven't you done this before?" She shuddered hard as she felt my fingertips tracing lines on her legs and stomach.

"Oh, I don't know," I replied, running an open hand along the inside of her thigh towards her pussy, "it sort of just came to me. Plus, I love teasing you." With that I silently leaned down, holding my breath so she didn't know I was coming and kissed her inner thigh, close to the junction of her legs. She moaned, reaching down to run her fingers through my hair. She spread her legs even farther, inviting me to kiss closer to her pussy; but I was hampered by her drenched panties. Unfortunately it wasn't time for them to come off yet.

I attempted to pull back but the hands on my head held me in place. I shook my head a little and she let go, and I went back to kissing closer and closer to her pussy. I had closed my eyes for only a second and when I kissed over her panties I could feel something moving underneath.

"Kara!" I scolded, reaching up and grabbing her hand, pulling it out of her underwear. "No touching."

She squirmed, grabbing fistfuls of her sheets and pulling at them in frustration, "You're so cruel!" I moved up the bed a little, touching my lips to her stomach as delicately I could, all the way up to her bare tits. Leaning over her as I was, that was the only contact I had with her body and I knew it was killing her. Lightly, I kissed her right breast, making my way towards her nipple. Her legs writhed in vain and I knew she ached to touch herself or be touched.

"Please, touch me," she groaned as if in pain as I ran the tip of my tongue over her now sensitive nipple. One thing you should know about Kara, if you haven't figured it out by now, is that she is ridiculously sensitive. The slightest touch would cause quite the reaction. So when I sucked her nipple into my mouth, the loud moan that followed was expected, the legs that snaked around my middle like some freakish gymnast, was not.

In surprise, I bit her nipple a little harder than I intended, eliciting a cry of pain, mixed with an unhealthy dose of pleasure. "Kara! Control yourself." I pulled back and sat up next to her. Her powerful legs were still wrapped tightly around my waist, pulling me into her crotch. Her moans alone told me that she could feel me pushing against her soaked panties, let alone the heat and moisture I could feel myself.

"Please," she begged pitifully, legs still encircling my middle.

"Come on, Kara," I said calmly, tapping on her thigh. I didn't stand a chance of unlocking her legs on my own. They fell away and she flopped back looking exhausted and pained. Poor thing.

Feeling guilty, I ran my hands along her legs and began pulling her panties down. A huge grin came over her blindfolded face as the soaked fabric came away, sticking to her pussy slightly. She sighed contentedly as I pulled them off and tossed them to the floor.

"Aww, look at you," I teased, lightly running a finger over her puffy, reddened outer lips. She flinched, her oversensitive skin depraved of such direct contact. She was still listening to me though, her fingers were entwined in her sheets and her legs strained to remain still.

Her breathing was very heavy by now, "Just a finger… that's all I'm asking for… please, baby."

I leaned over her and I knew she could feel me near her, "A finger, why, whatever do you mean?" I was whispering in her ear now and ginned as she tried to turn to kiss me, getting empty air instead. I was rubbing her slit carefully, making sure she couldn't push back against me. This was driving her crazy.

"Yes! Please, is that too much to ask for? Just one finger in me?"

"You want one of my fingers? But where shall I put it?"

"Anywhere!" she cried without thinking, squirming underneath me. I chuckled evilly, taking my hand from her slit and pushing one of my wet fingers into her mouth. She moaned and sucked it hard, running her tongue all over my finger. She seemed content with this for a moment until I began to pull it out. She grabbed my wrist to stop me, but as soon as she realized it was traveling south she let go, grabbing handfuls of fabric again in preparation. Slowly, my finger pushed against her slit, entering little by little. She was writhing obscenely as my finger slowly disappeared inside of her, curling up to tease her spot. She moaned loudly, arching her back and bucking her hips against my hand, fucking herself on my finger. I teased my finger inside her for a moment, amazed as she became even wetter. Slowly, I worked a second finger inside her, teasing her G twice as vigorously.

"Oh, Danny! Danny, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" she cried. No sooner had the words left her mouth than my fingers left her pussy. She rolled over and screamed her frustration into a pillow. My hand instantly went to her ass however, squeezing a cheek and rubbing a wet finger over her asshole. She stopped screaming and pushed her butt back at me, moaning a little bit into her bed. In the heat of the moment like this, a finger up her ass worked better than anything I could ever do; don't ask me to explain it. Pushing hard, my finger, coated in her own juices, slid into her easily. She moaned deeply, her entire body beginning to quiver as her orgasm built quickly.

"You like that finger in your ass?" I asked softly in her ear. She shuddered hard as her climax reached its peak; her entire body shook and trembled. I wiggled my finger around and her moaning turned to whimpers of sheer pleasure, and then to clenched teeth, as my other hand slid under her to push two fingers back into her pussy. I worked my thumb furiously over her clit, making her scream my name into her pillow. It was a solid minute or two before I stopped and pulled my fingers from her, grinning proudly as she collapsed on her face, still twitching a little.

It was during this lull that I realized just how painfully hard I was right now. "Can you believe it's not over yet, sweetheart?" I purred in her ear, pulling my boxers down and pressing myself against her.

She looked back in my direction and favored me with a tired smile, "Yes, fuck me, Daniel, fuck me." She sounded so out of it I couldn't help but laugh. With that she pushed her ass back against me and pressed her face against the pillow, struggling to lift her hips for me. Her legs were shaking as I pushed and pulled her hips so I could fuck her from behind. It was more than a little arousing to see her with her butt in the air and her face pressed into the bed spread. Little rivulets of her juices were running down the inside of her legs and her pussy shone with moisture. So hot.

"Baby, you're leaking everywhere," I teased, running fingers through the liquid on her legs.

She sighed tiredly, "You'll just have to clean me up first if that's a problem for you." I chuckled, smacking a cheek before diving between her legs. I licked and kissed up the inside of her legs to her soaked pussy, making her whimper and moan. I licked around her outer area before kissing her clit. "Stop," she gasped, "fuck me. I can't take it anymore."

"Oh, but I'm having so much fun. And, this is supposed to be a punishment in case you forgot," I said quietly, lying down under her raised hips, looking up at her pussy from between her knees.

"I'll have to be a bad girl more often then," she giggled quietly, still quite exhausted.

"Ha, wrong thing to say." I reached up and ran my fingertips along the inside of her thighs, moving slowly towards her pussy but never reaching it, pulling back at the last second and going back down her leg. This I kept this up for a few minutes at least before she broke.

"Daniel! Please!" She felt behind her, hoping to catch my hand but instead, smacking the top of my head. She must not have known how I was positioned, because she let out a little surprised noise. "How long has your head been there?"

"A while," I snickered.

"You've been staring at me like that all this time?"

"Pretty much."

She squirmed above me, her knees moving farther away from my head. That was the only warning I received. Before I could move out of the way, her crotch came rushing down to meet my face. "Danny, that's so embarrassing!" She wormed her hips over my head, rubbing her pussy against my nose and mouth, very nearly smothering me. "I can't believe you were looking at my pussy for so long… and not even touching it." There wasn't a trace of anger in her voice mind you, just a light tone that suggest she was only partly serious about being embarrassed.

"Mmf… Kara! Get off… nnhh, can't breathe!"

"Mm, I'm trying, baby," she giggled. She suddenly stopped, pressing her hips hard against my face. I struggled, but stopped as soon as she started to sit up, sitting completely on my face. "Now this, this is punishment," she sighed happily, still wearing the bandana over her eyes.

I cried out into her girly flesh, but it didn't stop her from grinding herself against my face.

"Oh god," she moaned, her legs beginning to tremble, "I'm going to explode." Quickly, I reached up and grabbed her under her arms, hoisting her up enough to toss her forward.

She cried out in pain and frustration as yet another orgasm was mercilessly cut off before it could begin. I sat up quickly, wiping her juices off of my face with the back of my hand.

"So… mean to me," she whined. She was sprawled on her back, spread-eagled and breathing heavily.

"So hot," I countered quietly, looking her sweat-gleaming body over. I touched her leg and she spread them wide, looking in my direction through her blindfold. Moving forward, I began pushing the head of my cock against her opening, immensely grateful for any kind of sensation after so long of teasing her with my hands.

"Yes! Oh my god, Daniel, yes! Fuck me!" She cried out rather loudly as she felt more and more of my cock getting stuffed into her tight cunt. I made sure to go slow so she didn't get as much out of it, but that didn't stop her from cumming almost immediately. Her hips bucked and that stupid little grin came over her face as I pushed myself completely inside her. I leaned up and let my weight down on her, kissing her roughly.

"Does that feel better, trouble maker?" I whispered in her ear.

"Yehess," she gasped. Her legs wrapped around my waist once more, forcing me even deeper inside her. I didn't need any more encouragement as I slowly started fucking her. I moved slowly, ensuring at least some longevity. She didn't like this one bit however.

"Faster, Danny," she mumbled, rocking her body under me.

"I could stop," I replied dangerously.

She tightened her legs significantly, "Don't."

"Oo," I chuckled, "the idea is suddenly appealing to me." I slowed my pace to an agonizing speed just to show I meant it.

She reached up and ripped off her blindfold before taking my face in my hands, "No, Daniel please. Don't you love me?"

"Jeez, pulling out the big guns are we?" Not only had she played that card, but taking off her blindfold had exposed her eyes, and they pieced straight to my heart. Sighing, I kissed her passionately as I began really fucking her. My cock pushed deeply into her with each thrust and I knew I wouldn't last long. Her inner muscles gripped me tightly while I pumped in and out of her steadily, forcefully. She was making these little happy sounds. They were uniquely Kara, a little moan with a hint of a squeak. They didn't last long however, turning to fully fledged moans after a while.

As I felt myself getting close, I really started hammering into her. Her moans grew louder until they stopped all together as she grit her teeth in climax. That did it. Her insides contracted around me and pulsed as her orgasm made her entire body spasm.

"Oh god," I groaned, forcing myself even farther inside her, exploding deep within her. She wrapped herself around me as I emptied myself completely, deep inside her body. It seemed like an eternity before I finished and collapsed on top of her, totally spent.

We lay there for quite some time, panting in each others' arms. "And let that be a lesson to you," I said in a totally serious voice. It took a few seconds for what I said to sink in.

She burst out laughing and curled up into a naked little ball, holding her stomach. "Oh, oh ow! Don't make me laugh so hard."

"Don't laugh so easily," I countered, rubbing her tummy. Her giggles died down after a little bit as she curled up next to me, taking my hand from her stomach and putting it on her head. She loved being petted after something like this, not so much like a cat or dog, but just running my fingers through her hair slowly. It generally put her straight to sleep had it been later in the evening. As it was, it was barely past five, close to dinner time. As if on cue, my stomach rumbled loud enough to hear down the hall.

"Yeah, me too," she yawned, rolling over to slide off the bed. I smiled, watching her walk, naked, to the door. For a second I thought she was going to actually leave without putting any clothes on. It opened and closed quickly and she came strutting back, putting more than a little wiggle in her step now that she knew I was watching. I was so focused on Kara, I didn't notice the plain yellow sticky note she tossed in the trash

"Careful, Daniel, stare hard enough and I'm going to want round two," she purred, coming up to the bed and kissing me.

"Oh god, don't even talk about that," I groaned, exhausted.

She pouted and gave me a look, "You're tired? I'm the one you've been torturing for the better part of an hour!"

"You needed to be taught a lesson!" I protested, "And, torturing is hard stuff."

"Oh please." She smirked all of a sudden, reaching out to run a finger seductively up my leg. "I could always make you…"

"Noo," I grabbed my junk and rolled over, thwarting her.

"Mmm, such a cute butt. I knew I loved you for a reason," she giggled, squeezing my ass. I yelped and slapped her hands away, wrapping myself in her sheets. "Get out of there you big baby," she smiled, pulling at me, "I'm hungry," she threw herself on me, "feeed meee!"

I chuckled, "And you say I'm the big baby." I threw the covers off and slid to the floor, intending to put my boxers back on.

"Kara, where are my…" I trailed off. She was wearing them, swinging her hips in some kind of victory jig. I sighed, pulling on my shorts instead. Kara 'boxer-stealer' Devine (creative namesake I know) had struck again. She was notorious for stealing my boxers after sex. I have no idea what she did with them, but I liked to think she was stockpiling them for Christmas or a birthday present. She had probably cost me a small fortune in underwear.

"We need to stop at my room first," I said, eyeing my boxers.

"How come?" She reached into her dresser drawer and pulled out a lacey black bra, shrugging into it quickly. I was saddened to see her petite tits go away and I made sure she saw it on my face before pointing to her newly acquired boxers.

"You don't want me to chafe do you?" The cargo shorts I was wearing were not conducive to going commando.

She bit her lip, "I would kiss it better if you did." She ran her hands over my boxers and gave me her sexy face. "Daniel, you leaked in these."

I must have blushed, because she giggled and rubbed the fabric against herself, continuing to give me the eyes. "Did you turn yourself on that much doing those things to me?"

"Maybe," I admitted sheepishly.

"Aww," she made me blush harder. Pulling on some jeans and a dark blue t-shirt, she tossed me my own shirt and waited as I got dressed. I hefted my bag and made for the door behind Kara. We were two floors down when we ran into Cynthia coming up the stairs. I had passed Kara and was leading the way.

"Hey guys!" she chirped brightly, surprising me by making extended eye contact. She looked at Kara after a moment and smirked, before turning back to me. "Heading for food?"

"Yup, wanna come?" I asked, extending the courtesy. Kara jabbed me in the back but fortunately not hard enough for me to show it.

Cynthia smiled at me and tucked her hair behind an ear before replying, "I would love to, but I've already eaten."

"Dang, maybe next time," I smiled back. Kara jabbed me in the back much harder this time, using her nails. I jumped, but I managed to disguise it by shifting my backpack.

"Yeah, that would be fun," she replied, "Well, I need a shower, so I'll see you guys later."

"See ya tonight, Cynthia," Kara chimed in. I could feel the venom from her voice dripping down the back of my neck. We headed our separate ways, but it wasn't until we were outside that Kara said anything.

"Did you see the way she was looking at you!" she nearly yelled, clenching her teeth in anger.

"What are you talking about?" I was legitimately confused.

"She was giving you the fucking doe eyes! And oh, you should have seen the look she gave you as you passed her! Oh my god, I might have to kill her."

I laughed, "Really?"

"Daniel," she growled.

"Oh shit," I laughed, backing away with my hands in the air.

She scowled at me, grabbing my hand and holding it tightly. "She hits on you so much," she grumbled, squeezing my hand possessively.

"She does?" I asked incredulously.

"You can't be serious?"

"Kara, I've been with you for a while. I haven't been hit on in quite some time. I can't even remember what it looks like from the other side anyways." She gave me a confused look even as her eyes softened fractionally.

"Fine, but it doesn't help that you're so nice and charming around her."

I let go of her hand and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close and kissing her cheek, "I'll try to be more of an asshole, just for you, sweetheart." She made a happy little noise and pulled away so she could take my hand again. By now we'd made it to my dorm building and were headed up to my room on the first floor. Navigating the maze-like hallway, we reached my room and headed in. My roommate wasn't there so I didn't hesitate in dumping my bag and then my shorts.

"Mm, I wish you would drop your pants that quickly for me," Kara sighed.

I fished through my dresser, "Oh please! Just because I kept them on this time to make you suffer doesn't mean anything." All of a sudden she was pushing against my back, making me jump into the solid wood dresser cock first. She was doing exactly what I had done to her.

"Ow, Kara, ow," I groaned as she pressed harder. Her face was pressed between my shoulder-blades and her hands slowly crept around me, heading for my crotch. I could feel myself hardening just from the simple anticipation of her soft hands. "Kara," I whispered.

Her breathing was heavy, "Yes, Daniel, again."

"There is no way you're still horny."

"Still? No," she purred lustily, "again." The urge to do what she suggested was so strong.

Her hands were around my cock at last, "Oh god, Kara." I turned in her arms to find her t-shirt halfway off and the button to her jeans undone. She was out of them a moment later, naked in front of me once more.

"Yes, Dan, that's it," she coaxed me towards my own bed. We never made it to my bed however, the chair was much closer. Kara shoved me into the stiff wooden chair so hard it felt like I bruised my tailbone. She was on me a second later, smothering me with her lips. She kept one arm wrapped around my head while the other hand seized my cock.

"Mm," she was breathing heavily now, giving me the eyes like it was her job, "you're lucky I'm in this condition, baby. I'm going to get you to fuck me properly tonight." With that she slowly lowered herself down my shaft.

I groaned, feeling every bit of me sinking deeper inside her. "Properly?"

"Mmhm," she sighed, hitting bottom, "when I don't have to suffer for it or do all the work."

"Oh, you poor thing," I said, dripping sarcasm as she slowly began grinding her hips against me. She leaned back and I ran my hands over her tight stomach up her chest. My large hands easily engulfed her small breasts and squeezed, causing her to throw her head back, sending her sable hair in all directions. She really started moving then. This is when I was grateful for all the exercise she got; there was no way I could do what she did. Using just her legs, she began lifting herself up and letting herself down on my shaft. Combined with the up and down motion that was more than fantastic in and of itself, she bucked her hips forward and back with each vertical shift. Now, I was still tingling from her room not too long ago, so this wasn't going to last, not with her being so amazing and all.

It had to have shown on my face because she leaned back towards me and wrapped my head tightly in her arms, pulling me into her chest. "Make me cum," she whispered huskily. My hands were still on her chest and I used them to push her back. She leaned back, still riding me steadily and gazing at me with glazed over eyes. I squeezed her again and let my fingers move directly to her nipples, pinching and twisting them. She gasped, biting her lip in a feral grin, her head swaying almost drunkenly. She was getting closer now if my experience with her was any judge. I took one hand away from her tits and wrapped it around her waist, and, while she was rising up, I began pumping in and out of her furiously. She cried out, her voice dying in her throat and I pulled her down to kiss her, still thrusting into her hard. Her legs locked up and her face contorted in pleasure as her climax neared.

"Cum with me, Daniel," she groaned through clenched teeth. Surprisingly, I knew I actually could this time. Pumping my hips even harder, I could feel her tightening around me and I knew the moment was seconds away. Her body was quivering inside and out and she clutched at me in an attempt to be as close as possible as we came. The moans coming out of her increased in volume and were soon joined by my own as my balls tightened and released myself inside her just as she exploded. Her mouth fell open in silent ecstasy as she collapsed against me, kissing me passionately.

We, or more correctly I, was exhausted by now. I leaned heavily against Kara who struggled to keep from being toppled off the chair.

"That was amazing," she sighed contentedly, pushing me back in the chair so she could get up. I felt myself being pulled out of her as she stood, missing the sensation instantly. Her legs seemed to give out and she had to lean on my bed frame to keep herself upright.

"Are you alright?" I asked in a teasing voice.

"Shush," she paused, "you see this right here?" She gestured to her unsteady legs, "I want this to happen because you fucked me so hard I can barely stand. Not because I did all the leg work."

"Oh come on, I did a lot this time, not to mention I did ALL the work last time," I replied defensively.

She gave me a look and wandered over to my dresser, opening up the top drawer. She was digging through my boxers before I could react, "Oh, no you don't!" I shot out of the chair and slapped her hands out of my underwear. "You already have one."

"But…" she gave me a hurt look and made her bottom lip quiver. I jabbed my finger at the discarded boxers she had stolen earlier. She pouted and pulled them on along with the rest of her clothes. I changed into completely fresh clothes while Kara fixed herself in my roommate's mirror.

"You still look like you just had sex," I teased from a safe distance. She gave me a sharp look in response. I was starving now and tired to boot, so I was in no condition to fight her off.

"Chop chop."

"Alright alright, I'm ready. Let's go." We headed out right after Kara took a bathroom break and made for the dining hall. It's a good walk to get there and we talked the entire time, mostly about what we had done. In hindsight, I probably should have changed the subject.

Dinner was nothing special. We found some of our orientation friends and sat with them. Conversation was light, until about halfway through when Kara got to talking with this other girl. I had seen her around, she was in one or two of my classes in fact. I couldn't quite remember her name, A something. But good lord she was gorgeous! She had blond hair streaked with brown highlights that set off her brown eyes. Even though I had only seen her in a seated position, it was easy to see she was tall, rising above Kara by a good margin. She also stuck out farther than Kara, not in the stomach mind you, but a little higher. She was quite a few bra sizes larger than Kara. But enough about her.

We were sitting next to each other on the bench side of the table, and whatever it was this girl was telling her was apparently making Kara touch my leg. We weren't huge on PDA so this was very out of place. It was an intense conversation too; the two girls were speaking in hushed tones close together. Fortunately the table was pulled in pretty tight so no one could see this, but it was still making me uncomfortable. And when she started rubbing my crotch I was disturbed to find myself reacting quickly.

"Kara," I muttered, leaning close to the back of her head. She ignored me completely and her hand kept on rubbing and squeezing me. I tried to ignore her and finish my food, but she knew just what to do to drive me crazy. This was agony! Despite the fact that we'd had sex twice in the past two to three hours, I wanted to fuck her brains out all over again as soon as possible.

"Kara," I repeated, slightly louder.

"Excuse me for a sec," I heard Kara say to the girl. "What is it, Daniel? I'm in the middle of a conversation."

"Stop," I said quietly.

"What's the matter? Am I turning you on or something? I know your body likes it," she whispered in my ear.

"I know what you're doing…"

"Oh? And is it working?"

"Yes. Now, stop it!"

She looked me in the eye and I could see the little demon she called a sense of humor staring right back, "But what if I like doing this? What if this feels good to me?" she squeezed my cock for emphasis. "What if it pleases me?"

"Two can play this game," I threatened.

She smirked, "Go for it, you won't." I narrowed my eyes at her and let my hand slide over her leg. She maintained eye contact with me the entire time, as if daring me to go on. I squeezed her leg and moved my hand closer to her crotch, pushing my fingers against the junction of her legs. She smiled and winked at me, turning back to continue talking to the other girl. I then realized this was a win-win scenario for her! I took my hand away, causing her to give me a sideways glance but not stop her chat. Next, I grabbed the hand she nearly had wormed down my pants and pulled it out, gripping it tightly. I watched her jaw clench as she fought to break my grip. Why I hadn't thought to do this earlier, I don't know. She couldn't use her other hand because people would notice, so I was free to finish my meal in peace.

Thwarted, Kara kept to herself until just as we were leaving with everybody else. "Are you ready, Daniel?"

"Isn't it like swimming," I joked, "you have to wait like thirty minutes after eating?"

"Daniel," she growled, taking my hand and squeezing it as hard as she could.

"Alright! Your place or mine?"

"Yours, but lemme get my stuff for tomorrow first. I want to sleep over," she said in her little cute voice, the voice she used when she wanted something.

"Kay. I'll meet you down in the lobby to sign you in, text me." She was so excited I hadn't fought her on sleeping over, that she didn't notice I hadn't offered to help get her stuff. I lumbered up to my room, more tired than I wanted to be and changed into more comfortable clothing. My roommate was still not back and I assumed he was either still at the dining hall or hanging out with his own friends. A few minutes later Kara texted me and I went downstairs to sign her in. The RA's weren't there for some reason, so we just walked back up.

"You had better not be thinking about going to bed yet, mister," she said, eyeing my clothes.

"I thought that's where you wanted us to go?" I countered.

"You know what I mean."

We made it to my room and entered, "No, sweetheart, I'm going to give you what you want." I pulled off my shirt and took her in my arms, leaning down to kiss her deeply, lovingly.

"Yay," she thrilled quietly, looping her arms around my neck and kissing me back. I tapped the back of her legs twice and she jumped up into my arms (this wasn't our first time) and wrapped herself around me. I took her weight and headed for my bed, kissing her all the way. I think by now she recognized this wasn't going to be the frenzied fuck-fest she had envisioned; I could tell by the way she was kissing me. When she saw we had reached the bed, she pulled me forward so I ended up on top of her. She used her legs to pull me into her, causing her to let out a tremendously satisfied sigh.

Her demeanor had changed completely from earlier today, taking on a more subdued and dreamy quality. "Are you going to make love to me, Daniel?" she asked me in-between delicate kisses, her voice far away and feather light. I reached back and unhooked her legs from around me and lay her fully on my bed. She rolled to the other side so I could get on as well. I was deliberately avoiding her question as I lay down next to her, taking her face in my hands and kissing her. She moaned quietly, wrapping herself around me tightly; her legs circled one of mine which allowed her to rub the crotch of her jeans against my thigh, all while her hands clung to my back.

I rocked my body against her slowly, pushing my thigh against her rhythmically while I ran a hand over her stomach. She whimpered when I did that; she hated it when I touched her stomach like this because my hand was so far away from anything that gave her pleasure. Goosebumps popped up all over her as my fingers moved farther up her torso, pushing her shirt up along with it.

She pulled back for a moment, "Uhn," her breathing increased rapidly and she watched with huge eyes as they came so close to her lace covered breasts. The pain in her eyes was palpable when my fingers stopped just short of them, instead grabbing her shirt and pulling it up and over her head. She renewed her efforts after that, taking my head in one hand and kissing me hard while the other hand took mine and clamped it over her right tit, making me squeeze her hard.

"No more games, baby, please," she begged as I was in the process of kissing up her stomach.

"I thought you," I paused to pull her lacey little bra down enough to expose a hard, pert, nipple; I finished my sentence with it between my teeth, "loved my games?"

She struggled out of her bra quickly and held my mouth to her breast firmly as she spoke, "That's not the point!" I let her nipple fall from my mouth after teasing my tongue over it. She gasped and held my eye with a shocked look as she felt my hand being forced into her pants, cupping her enflamed pussy. That was when I started pushing my body against her, putting all my weight behind my hand. Her entire body was rocked with every shove, a horny little smile on her face the whole time.

"You know…uhh…it would be…uhhg…easier to," she began, her speech interrupted by each new thrust.

Before she could finish, I leaned up and kissed her hard, continuing to push against her. "So you're saying…?" I teased. I loved making her say things. I stopped but left my hand where it was, torturing her with its inactivity squashed between the layer of clothing and her scorching flesh.

"Put it in me," she gasped, trying to push against my hand but finding no resistance to work with.

I switched to kissing her neck, "Put what…in you?" She swallowed hard, as if deciding whether or not to play my game.

Fortunately for me, she decided to play, "Your cock," she demurred, putting on her best innocent eyes. I broke my leg free of her grip and got between her legs properly; I decided to reward her for playing along. She immediately wrapped her legs around me, waiting eagerly for more.

"So, let me get this straight…" I pulled my hand out of her pants, to her extreme disappointment, and began unbuttoning her jeans. She arched her back so I could pull them down, exposing my stolen boxers. "You want me to put my cock," I paused, running my fingers over to crotch of my old underwear, "somewhere around here?"

She closed her eyes as she felt my fingers run over her most sensitive area, "Ohh, Daniel," she breathed. Thankfully, she was lucid enough to know that playing along would pay off, "Yes, there…my pussy." I grinned, that was more than I expected. I pulled the boxers off and ran my fingers directly over her pussy lips and clit. She cried out in relief, her own hands seizing her nipples and brutalizing them.

I sat up and grinned, watching her pleasure herself on my one finger she'd managed to slip inside herself. I think I'd put her through enough by now, watching her writhe and squirm on my bed. I began taking off my lounge pants and suddenly became the owner of Kara's complete attention, even as she let one hand wander down to her pussy where she was slowly fingering herself. She made these little whimpering noises as more and more of me was exposed, twisting her body slightly more each time until she was facing me. I just watched as she reached out and pulled down my boxers and seized my cock, pushing me onto by back and taking me into her mouth. She never really could take in all of me, but damn if she didn't try.

She moaned as she continued to finger herself, her tongue running circles over the head of my cock. I ran my hands over her head, and after a few minutes of her mind-blowing attention, took hold of the back of her head. She looked up at me all of a sudden with nothing but lust and longing in her beautiful eyes. As I began slowly pulling her head tighter to me, forcing more of my cock down her throat, she began fingering herself even more vigorously and letting out these whimpering noises.

"Tell me why I shouldn't cum down your throat," I said quietly. Yes, I knew she couldn't speak. However, at my words she moaned loudly on my cock and twisted her body so I could clearly see her using both hands to pleasure herself. It was the desperation in her eyes and the pitiful whimpering that sealed the deal. I let go of her head and she threw herself back on my bed, spreading her legs wide for me. I grinned down at her and slowly lowered myself down on top of her.

"Ohh," she moaned softly as I slowly pushed inside of her. She was going crazy now, jamming her hips up into me as her hands frantically held my face to her own. I slowly began fucking her now, steadily increasing the force behind my thrusts. Her moans also grew in intensity until she had to press her face into my neck to contain them. I was in such a state that, the first I noticed she had cum was when she bit down on my collar bone, hard. She was trembling so badly underneath me, one could confuse her for a hypothermic. I slowed down after that, her insides quivering enough that I didn't need to fuck her hard, I was close as it was.

"Oh god, Kara," I groaned, feeling the build-up in my balls about to burst. Her legs wrapped slowly around my body and pulled me deep. She looked nearly comatose except for the silly little smile on her lips as she felt me explode inside her. Despite the fact that we had just had sex three times in less than half a day, it clearly wasn't enough to drain me, pumping her so full of cum she started leaking it back out. It did however, drain me completely of my energy. I didn't even consciously pull out of her, just sort of slumped to the side and passed out.

I vaguely remember Kara getting up and leaving for a few minutes sometime that night, and then coming back into bed, covering us up.

We woke up late the next morning and had to sprint to class. Throughout the entire day Kara wouldn't stop bragging about how she got me to fuck her so much in one day. That was my girlfriend for you. The rest of the week was spent in a similar, but not as exhausting routine. By Friday, all I wanted to do was drink myself into a stupor and curl up with Kara.

If I had known what I was about to get involved in…

"Baayby," Kara purred in my ear after our last class on Friday, "you want to come to a party with me tonight?"

I groaned, "I'm not really in a 'party' mood." We were walking to my room at this point.

"Oh come onn!" she whined, "it's not like you have to dance or whatever it is you think you have to do, dummy." I narrowed my eyes at her and she grinned at me innocently. I was justified in being worried, every party we'd gone to in high school had been the kind you dance at. I despised dancing and only put up with it because Kara loved it so much. But I was so 'thirsty' I would do just about anything.

"Fine! Where is it?"

"The apartments."

"Who do we know in the apartments?" I asked incredulously.

"Who do I know, baby, who do I know," she corrected me.

"Well then, who do you know?" She didn't answer right away. "Kara?"

"Oh, some boy I met in math class," she replied dismissively.

I sighed, "Some boy?"

She giggled, "Jealousy? From you?" I gave her a look that just made her laugh harder. "I told him I had a boyfriend, Daniel. And he has a girlfriend anyways, don't get your panties in a bunch. His twin sister goes here, remember? I sit next to her in world civs."

"Oh, the hotty?" She gave me the stink eye for that one. Now it was my turn to chuckle, "Calm down, you know I love you."

"That's not the point."

"It's totally the point."

"Ahh whatever!"

We made a pit-stop at her place to grab her rum, before going back to my room. We had an hour or so before dinner and then probably a few hours after that before we would go. Kara knew this.

"Soo, what do we do now," she said in a sultry little voice, closing the door behind us and leaning back against it.

I pretended to not notice the tone of her voice, "Umm, I don't know, movie? Or you could continue my lessons." Kara was slowly but surely teaching me how to play the guitar.

"And if I had something else in mind?" I was busy digging for my vodka in the fridge so I didn't notice her coming up behind me.

"Such as?" That was when I felt her hands on my head, pulling me back against her stomach.

"You know…"

"Oh no, no." I grinned up at her lewdly, "Not yet."

She held my head tighter to her body, "Why!"

I held up her rum and winked.

A little grin appeared for a split second before she forced a scowl to replace it. She was well aware of what happened when she drank. I was well aware of it too; I loved it! I wasn't afraid to admit, I could be a bit of a facilitator when it came to getting Kara drunk. My older brother supplied us, so it was never in short supply. Let's just say she got a little, handsy, and super horny… well, more than usual.

"Danny, you're not going to take advantage of me, are you?" she asked in this innocent little voice, like she couldn't believe I would do such a thing but secretly wanted it more than anything. She would have pulled the act off too if she hadn't begun rubbing against the back of my head. I broke out of her hold and stood up, towering over her again.

"With the way you work, it's more likely that you'll be the one taking advantage of me." She blushed and turned away, tossing herself on my bed and turning on my television.

"Pssh, using me," she mumbled, I think the idea appealed to her, but she didn't want to let that on.

I laughed, getting on the bed next to her, "Oh, I'm sorry, what is it that you did earlier this week to me?"

She let out a smug chuckle and pulled herself close to me, "Fine." She turned my shoulder and kissed me, sighing contentedly.

A moment later I had to pull her hand out of my shorts, "Ah ah, bad girl," I whispered, kissing her hard, pinning her to the bed.

"Does that mean you're going to punish me again?" she asked quickly, excitedly.

"Oh, you wish," I smirked, taking her chin in my hand and kissing her to keep her whining down.

Her breathing increased dramatically as she squirmed underneath me, "Uhh, Daniel." This led to nearly a solid hour of making out and trying to keep her from touching me or herself. By the time we had to meet our friends for dinner, she was so worked up she could barely stand.

"I hate you sometimes," she panted, stumbling to my chair and putting her shoes back on.

"Nah, you looove me," I chuckled, getting off the bed and making no attempt to cover up the raging hard-on I'd had since we got back.

"How can you do that to yourself?" she exclaimed, looking at my crotch with both shock and longing.

"Totally worth it," I grinned wickedly, stepping closer to where she sat and running a finger up under her chin.

She shuddered and shot up into my arms, "Why do you do this to me?"

I kissed her passionately, "Because I love you." She snorted and rolled her eyes, taking my hand and pulling me outside.

We ate with the people we were going to hang out with later, and that apparently included the tall, blond girl. It seemed that Kara had taken a liking to this girl, chatting it up and laughing a lot, even telling her some humiliating story about me. This got a rise out of her and she looked me in the eye for the first time. I felt a chill run up my spine as she did; there was something in her brown eyes that put me on edge, something I couldn't quite identify. But as soon as we locked eyes she broke it, turning back to Kara and giggling quite girlishly. Strangely enough, I wasn't introduced to her, maybe deliberately, seeing as she was Kara's friend and I had called her a hotty. I was introduced to her brother, Tim, however briefly. So, according to Kara, this girl's twin brother, who didn't look much like her at all, had a friend in the apartments. Truthfully, I was prepared for an awfully awkward night.

That was not the case… at least, not in the way I expected.

"Timmy!" the guy who opened the door to the apartment nearly shouted.

"Wassup Richey!" Tim replied, having the breath crushed out of him a moment later in a serious hug. He let Tim go and ushered us in; we'd picked up a bunch of other people and they followed us in.

"Heeyy Sweetcheeks!" I heard him say to Tim's sister, who happened to be the last to come in.

"Fuck off Richey," she growled, her voice low and dangerous. Apparently there was some history between these two. As I watched, his hand reached out to spank her as she passed him. She stopped and turned on him, standing about eye to eye at six feet and giving the poor guy a look that could peel paint. Although, I wouldn't be doing my male duty if I didn't mention how much I would have liked to be his hand; she had a very nice ass stuffed into those tight shorts. What the fuck! Did I just think that? Damn it I need a drink.

"So, introduce me," Richey said, after weathering this girl's murderous stare.

"Well, this is Kara Devine," Tim started off, either because of the show she put on during orientation or because he had personally invited her, I wasn't sure. "This is her boyfriend, Dan," he pointed to me. The girl turned her eyes on me a second time, and my blood turned to ice, there was something in her eyes that scared the crap out of me and that she proceeded to give Kara the same look didn't help. Tim went on to introduce the rest of the group, a couple people Kara and I knew, but mostly Tim and his sister's friends. I understood it was important to meet people right out of the gate in college, but damn!

Anyways, the fun began from there. 30s were stacked on the counter top and anything bottled sat next to them; we'd gotten into the building before sign-in so we simply used backpacks. Solos were plentiful and immediately a ruit game was set up on the 'kitchen' table. Richey put a sign up sheet on the fridge and Kara told me she and I would be playing Tim and his sister. Did no one use her name!?

Kara and I were equally good at the game, so it always became an intense competition between us to see who could sink the most cups. Unfortunately for us, Tim and his nameless twin were just as good. It didn't help that she kept distracting me either, shoving her rather large chest out and shaking her shoulders. I missed my short, damn her double dees! Kara, however, shot almost instantly after I missed while the girl's tits were still hanging out and bounced the ball off of her over-ample cleavage, for two and the win!

"Damn your tits!" Tim cried, grinning from ear to ear as he downed his beer. The girl chugged her own while giving her brother this strange look over the rim of the cup.

I didn't have time to see anything else though as Kara pulled me down and kissed me hard, "Who's next?" she crowed triumphantly after breaking away. We ended up winning another three games, two of which we won on our first throws because they didn't pull their cups fast enough. We were finally beaten by Richey and Tim and gratefully collapsed on the couch. I knew I was buzzing pretty hard by this point, Kara was, well Kara was just where I intended her to be.

As soon as most everyone's attention was back on the new game, Kara eased up to me as slinkily as she could while this inebriated. She giggled, which turned into a sigh, "Baby, you should take me back to your room."

"Oh? And why should I do that?"

She licked her lips and gave the room a quick once-over before turning back to me, twisting her body a little so most of the room couldn't see what she was doing. "I think you know," she whispered in my ear, kissing it as she squeezed me through my shorts.

My voice squeaked a little in surprise, "Oh, that reason."

She slowly exhaled through her nose, "Yes, that reason." She kissed me, pulling away after a moment and biting her lip as she stared longingly into my eyes.

"I see," I grabbed the back of her head and kissed her hard, leaning her over so she toppled over on the couch. I sat back up and grinned down at her.

"Don't play," she sighed, laying on her back, panting.

"Okay, sweetheart, let me go break the seal then we can go," I said, getting up.

"Charming," she smiled happily, making no effort to get up, probably expecting me to pick her up and carry her back to my room.

Imagine my surprise when I got back from the bathroom and found her passed out in one corner of the couch. Now, imagine my surprise when I saw miss nameless scary girl sitting exactly one space away from Kara, basically forcing me to sit next to her. She locked eyes with me as soon as I rounded the corner, and even as I watched a little smile spread her full lips. She arched an eyebrow when I didn't move and patted the couch next to her.

"Hello," I said as nonchalantly as I could.

"Mr. Valentine," she replied, smiling sweetly, although her voice was surprisingly husky and instantly put me on edge. She smelled like flowers, not alcohol. I looked to Kara, but found no salvation there. She was out cold, a dumb, horny little smile on her face. Damn it!

"So, how are you liking World Civs?" she asked.

I was breaking out into a sweat now, "I love it. It's one of my favorite subjects," I responded nervously.

She smiled, "I'm glad. And bio?"

"You're in my Bio class?" I was shocked.

More teeth, "Yes," she purred.

"Um, it's alright, but I mean it's nothing," I paused, realizing her arm was now along the back of the couch behind my head, "I don't already know." My eyes went from her arm to her face and back again rapidly. She didn't seem to notice. Her gaze never wavered, and the only thing that changed about her was her smile.

"Mm, I know what you mean," she smiled and rolled her eyes around the room, like it was silly how boring it was, "sometimes my mind wanders pretty bad." There was still this air of intensity about this conversation, but I felt something had changed, like we were actually talking about nothing now. I calmed down.

Chuckling a little, I asked, "Yeah, where does it go?" You know, I honestly expected her to reveal something about herself, like a favorite place or something stupid like that.

Her grin turned wicked for a moment, but only for a moment, "Oh, here and there." Her eyes bored into me. I was confused and it must have shown because she quickly changed tracks. "So how long have you been with Kara?" She seemed to get closer to me without having moved.

"I uh, well, didn't you ask her?"

"I did, but you know, how a person answers a redundant question says a lot about them." I wasn't quite sure how to answer that, the alcohol was having more of an effect on me than I realized.

I tried to think of what Kara would say, "A year and a half. But we've been friends since we were little pretty much."

She didn't say anything for what seemed like an eternity, and I used that time to surreptitiously reach behind me and shake Kara's leg. It didn't seem to do anything, so I shook harder.

"Ashley!" I heard Tim call from across the room, "We're up, lets go, leave Dan alone!" Ashley! I knew it started with an A. She flashed her brother the most hateful look I had ever seen and began to get up.

"You're going to be fun," she whispered in my ear, before joining her brother at the ruit table. I shook Kara harder now, jarring her awake.

"What!"

"Get up, we need to go."

"What. Why?"

"Oh man!" Richey groaned, plopping down onto the couch next to me, nearly scaring me to death. "I hope you have a chastity belt bro."

"Excuse me?"

He gestured with his beer at Ashley who had sidled up next to her brother, "Temptation, thy name is Ashley Donovan."

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Temptation_(0)

Fiction, Coercion, Consensual Sex, Reluctance, Romance, School, Teen, Teen Male/Teen Female

'You're going to be fun. You're going to be fun. You're going to be fun.' Her words repeated themselves over and over again in my head as Kara and I rode the shuttle bus back to the freshman quad. 'Temptation, thy name is Ashley Donovan.' What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Was that why there seemed to be so much tension between Richey and Ashley? But what was Ashley talking about? I couldn't quite shake the feeling of dread that permeated my thinking.

"Baby, what's the matter?" Kara asked. Despite her drunken condition, she could tell something was wrong when I dodged her attempts to kiss me. "Do I have," she paused, looking like she was going to be sick for a moment before she let out a very unladylike burp and appeared to feel better, "do I have bad breath or something?"

I snapped back to reality, flashing a tired smile. "Of course not," I lied. Her breath was laden with beer, but I'm sure mine couldn't have been much more fragrant. "I'm just tired is all."

A look of extreme disappointment came over her pixie face. "So, we aren't going to fool around when we get back to your room?" She was suddenly quite sober.

"I don't know, sweetheart, probably not. I'm not really in the mood right now." This was certainly true; sex was the last thing on my mind at this point. I just wanted to sleep, maybe not alone, but sleep nonetheless. She pouted, taking my arm and pulling herself closer on the bench seat.

"Are you sure you're all right, Danny?" her voice was heavy with concern. I didn't answer as the shuttle came to a stop at the freshman quad. We exited and made our way to my dorm, attempting to walk in as much of a straight line as we could manage. We needn't have worried however; being a Friday night, we were hardly the only inebriated students walking, or stumbling, about campus. I signed her in as nonchalantly as I could, though it had to have been painfully obvious to the RA's that we were drunk. Thankfully, you couldn't be busted for that. We made it up to my room to find my roommate, Eric, on his computer trolling YouTube.

"Hey Eric," Kara grumbled. I couldn't decide if her exhaustion or frustration was the reason for such a weak greeting. She kicked off her shoes and slipped into my bathroom flip-flops, grabbed her spare toothbrush and my toothpaste and left again. Eric and I exchanged dubious looks. I shrugged and changed, waiting for Kara to come back with my flip-flops and paste. Trust me when I say, you did not want to go to the bathroom in your bare feet. She returned a couple minutes later and I took her place. When I came back to the room, the lights were off and Kara was in my bed.

I climbed in with her and immediately felt her arms wrap around my neck. "Don't make me ask again. What's wrong, Daniel," she said softly in my ear.

"It's nothing," I replied, with more aggravation than she deserved.

She breathed out through her nose in annoyance and pulled me tighter, "I'm going to get it out of you eventually. You're lucky it's late and I'm drunk and I'm sexually frustrated and I don't want to deal with it right now."

I snorted and kissed her, curling against her body, "Sorry."

"Don't worry," she sighed contentedly, pressing back against me. "You can make it up to me tomorrow."

"Oh yeah?" I prompted, lightly kissing her cheek.

"Yeah, you can make it up to me good and hard," she murmured sleepily. Suddenly, sleep was the farthest thing from my mind. The words of Ashley and Richey faded from my mind, replaced by the idea of making it up to Kara.

I slipped a hand between us, running it up and down her stomach, closer and closer to her little sleep shorts. "Good and hard you say?"

She sighed happily, yawning, "Yeah, but tomorrow." Either she knew exactly what she was doing, driving me crazy, or she was much more drunk and exhausted than I had thought. Kara never ever turned down sex of one form or another, ever; so this was unusual. I sighed, pushing my urges away and letting unconsciousness take over.

Over the course of the next week, I was continually horrified to see how close Kara and Ashley had become. I couldn't just say 'baby stop hanging out with her, she gives me the creeps' now could I? No. I had to sit idly by and watch as they became fast friends.

"Danny," Kara had called one day, "Ashley and I are going to the mall, you want to come with?"

"Uhh, no thanks, sweetheart."

"Oh come on! I'll buy you ice cream." I did love my ice cream.

"What am I, a little kid? Next time, I promise." She had sighed and hung up. As it turned out, next time was to be the very next day.

"But baby!" she whined at my objections. "You said you would come with next time we went." We were in her room, sitting on her bed.

I hesitated, "I just don't want to."

"That's not a good reason. What are you going to do with yourself instead?"

"Fine!"

"Yay," she preened, triumphant. She kissed me to make it seem like it would all be worth it. It was not.

"Oo, Mr. Valentine, you're coming with us this time?" Ashley's husky voice chimed in from the doorway. The door was propped open to help cool the room down. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously as she sashayed towards us. God almighty she was attractive! She grinned disarmingly and tossed herself on the bed next to us, stretching like a provocative cat.

"You don't always have to use my last name, Ashley," I told her.

"Yeah, but I love your last name. I just can't help myself." She was looking at me in a way I really, really didn't like; and the fact that she had stretched so I could see down her shirt didn't help one bit. Kara, on my other side, saw none of this.

"Ashley," Kara chirped, drawing Ashley's attention away from me, "I was thinking we could show Danny what we found the other day."

A huge grin came over her face as her attention slowly made its way back to me, "I was hoping you would say that." Her grin was downright predatory as she spoke. How could Kara not see this?! I wanted to scream! She flipped her shit when I smiled and acted polite to her roommate, but when her new best friend was eye fucking the shit out of me, she didn't bat an eye. God this was frustrating!

"Ok then, let's go," I said. Jumping off the bed and heading for the door, I forced them to run after me.

"Did you tell him what we found?" Ashley asked Kara. I guess she was surprised I wanted to get going so quickly.

Kara seemed equally confused, "No, but I did promise him ice cream. Maybe he wants that."

I looked back out of the corner of my eye and Ashley was nodding sagely, "Yeah that makes sense."

Girls.

We piled into Kara's car and drove down the street to the mall. Being a college town, everything a student could ever want was less than 5 miles away, and I mean everything. Anyways, we parked and proceeded to wander around the mall for a bit, until Kara got me my ice cream. With a smile now fixed on my face, they determined it was time to make their move. I was led, happily eating my frosty treat, farther into the mall to a seasonal beachwear boutique. To be honest, I didn't realize what was going on until they stopped in the middle of the women's section. In a particularly cruel twist of fate, I finished my ice cream at that point.

Now, you might be wondering: why in the world would a hot blooded male, such as myself, complain about watching two beautiful ladies try on swimwear? Well, I knew what Kara looked like in a bikini; I knew what she looked like naked. I did not want or need to see Ashley in one. Don't take it the wrong way, I loved every bit of Kara, but Ashley's body, oh my god! Her curves alone were devastating. I would be totally screwed if Kara caught me drooling over her.

I must have been standing there gaping like an idiot, because when Ashley put a hand on my shoulder it nearly made me scream like a little girl.

"Whoa, jumpy much?" she giggled way too girlishly.

"Danny! What do you think?" Kara chirped happily, standing behind a rack of bikinis and holding one up for my approval. It was a bright floral pattern thing that looked just right for her. I nodded distractedly, eyeing Ashley's hand with unrestrained contempt. Kara went back to examining the top while Ashley gave my shoulder a squeeze and smirked.

"I'll make sure to pick out a nice one for you, Valentine," she said quietly. She liked my last name way too much. She took her hand away and circled the rack we stood in front of, scrutinizing the various bikinis.

"Fuck my life," I muttered under my breath, wandering around until I found a place to sit. Ironically, that seat was right outside the dressing rooms. I sat for a moment or two, staring sullenly into my empty ice cream cup and waiting for one of them to pick something to try on. I didn't have to wait long thankfully, really a miracle in and of itself. Kara raced around the corner and skidded to a halt in front of me, barely able to contain her excitement.

"Look! Isn't it cute?" she squealed.

I blinked in disbelief, it was a Hello Kitty bikini set. "Raid the kiddy section did we?"

"Shut up! It's cute!" she stamped her foot and glared at me. I couldn't help but laugh.

"It's adorable, Kara," I quickly redeemed myself.

"That's right it is," she said, grinning at me before running into one of the dressing rooms. I couldn't help but smile, she was so cute. My smiled disappeared faster than a crude stereotype at a pc convention when Ashley sauntered up to me.

"Found what you were looking for?" I asked icily. She was hiding something behind her back.

"I think so," she purred, backing into one of the rooms so I couldn't see what she had. Christ! I would wait for Kara to show me what she looked like, and then I would hightail it out of here before Ashley came out. I was quite a while before Kara reappeared, very nearly throwing herself out the changing room door and striking a pose. It fit her surprisingly well, even if it did make her look like she was twelve years old.

I told her as much and she pouted, "Listen you! This is wicked cute and I do not look like I'm twelve!" I smiled, standing up in front of her, taking her shoulders and slowly spinning her around. When I had spun her full circle, I stood back and scratched my chin, scrutinizing her. She narrowed her eyes at me and stood there, just waiting for me to say the wrong thing.

I noticed this just before I was about to say it made her look twelve again. "I love it!" She beamed up at me before scampering back into the changing room. I watched her go and got lost in her scantily clad butt. Too late I realized I was supposed to get the hell out of there. I turned and started making a break for it when a kung-fu grip seized the back of my shirt.

"And where do you think you're going?" Ashley breathed in my ear. I could feel her big tits squashing against my back as she pulled me into her. I shrugged out of her arms and tried to continue walking. Which is why getting shoved back onto the bench came as such a shock. I was forced to look up at her now. I had been right; she was stunning, and so tall. I forced myself to look at her stomach, figuring it was her least 'stimulating' feature. I was wrong. It was tight and hard and perfect. I still focused on it though; the rest of her was way too hot to look at.

"You're being rude," she whispered, possibly not wanting Kara to hear. And much to my dismay, she took my chin in her hand and forced me to look up. She could have been naked for all the good that top did for her. It was black, it was too small, and it was sexy as hell. The bottoms were no better; they possessed the same qualities as the top. Her feral smile returned as she saw my eyes go wide and my jaw descend.

"That's better," she moved closer, tugging on her bottoms with one hand, and her top with the other. Her nipples were blatantly erect and seemed to point at me accusingly. I was in shock, totally incapable of looking away from her porn-star body. However, when she attempted to straddle my lap, I snapped out of it and pushed her away. She didn't go very far. Anger flashed behind her eyes, and I could see her nearly naked body tense like she was about to hit me. This passed quickly thank god; she could probably have beaten the crap out of me. Instead, she smiled and blew me a very seductive kiss as she backed into the stall, pulling her top off just as the door closed.

"Oh my god," I breathed. My heart was pounding against my ribs and I was sweating. Unfortunately, these symptoms were not nearly as disturbing as the unwanted stiffness in my shorts. As soon as Ashley's door clicked shut, Kara came out of hers with a huge smile on her face. Had they coordinated this or something? The timing was perfect.

"I'm so getting this!" she told me happily. She stopped midway between the room and the bench I was sitting on as she noticed my obvious arousal. For a second I thought she would question why I was hard for no apparent reason and perhaps put two and two together. But no, this was not the case.

"Mm, is that for me?" she purred, biting her lip and sauntering up to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I was still sitting, so I was about eye level with her tits. I knew this, not because I could see them, but because my face was promptly forced into them. "I thought you didn't like my Hello Kitty bikini?" I managed to get out something about being smothered and she let me go. Maneuvering into my lap, she looked down into my eyes and grinned seductively.

"Yes, totally for you," I smiled, giving her a light kiss on the side of her mouth, drawing her in for more.

She sighed longingly, shifting her hips over my lap, "Bad boy, you know better than to do this to me in public."

"Do I?"

She gave me a mischievous look and looped her arms around my neck, "I certainly hope so. Otherwise, well, let's just say I'll have to make sure you understand."

I gave her a shocked look, "Kara Devine! Are trying to say you'll teach me a lesson?" I had been waiting for this actually, ever since I had 'punished' her for forgetting about a late night rendezvous, and claimed to be teaching her a lesson. Her answer was to squeeze me tightly and kiss me hard, grinding herself into my crotch.

"I think I like this idea," I groaned, pushing up against her.

"What Idea?" Ashley chirped, stepping out of her dressing room. Kara scrambled out of my lap, her knee catching me dangerously close to the family jewels in the process. I yelped and held my crotch like she had actually hit me there to cover up my much too obvious hard-on. I thought I was very clever for doing this by the way.

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry!" Kara squeaked, flustered. She sat on the bench next to me and pulled me into her, rocking me like some kind of injured infant.

While all this was happening, Ashley just stood there grinning like you do when you see something that's too ridiculous to be true. But, at last, I discovered my out.

"Babe," I whispered in Kara's ear, "get me back to your room." One of my hands had become trapped between our bodies and I used it to squeeze her thigh while giving her a look that said 'I want you, and I want you hard'. She had pulled this move on numerous occasions, but I had never returned the favor and I was praying it would work. She sucked in her breath, and her eyes went desperate as she looked from me to Ashley then back again.

"Did you find what you wanted, Ashley?" she asked quickly, grabbing up her bikini where it had been dropped on the floor.

"Uhh, I kinda wanted to-"

"We can come back tomorrow," Kara cut her off, shooting to her feet and grabbing my hand, very nearly dragging me after her as she hustled out of the changing area. I was rushed up to the counter where Kara hopped from foot to foot as the cashier wrung up her purchase.

By this time Ashley had wandered up behind us empty handed, "Now, why would she be in such a hurry?" She knew the answer of course.

"Beats me. Maybe she has to pee," I suggested. Ashley looked at me like I was an idiot; this from the girl who thought I had come with them for the ice cream.

Kara suddenly seized my hand again, hauling me out of the store and towards the end of the mall where we had parked. Ashley tagged along behind us, an amused smirk on her face. This was insane and hilarious all at the same time.

"Shit Kara, you're going to break my arm," I complained after she took a particularly sharp corner, twisting my arm.

She let go of my hand and stopped, favoring me with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. I'm just a little worked up, that's all." She looked behind me, noticing that Ashley was still out of earshot. "This is your fault though. You know better. You know how I get."

"Well, I certainly will after you teach me a good solid lesson."

She let out a little pained noise and screwed her eyes shut in frustration for a moment. I really did love my Kara. "Stop it Daniel; you're not making this any easier for me." She took my hand again and squeezed hard, "or yourself, for that matter."

Her nails dug into my flesh. "Ow! Okay, okay I'm sorry!"

"Now, stop being a baby and let's go," she commanded. Did I mention how much I loved her? Ashley had caught up by now and had to pick up the pace again as Kara took off once more, dragging me along behind her. We made it out to the car and I couldn't help but smirk as Kara struggled to unlock it. I was riding shotgun and Ashley was sitting directly behind me.

"You should really be thanking me," she snickered, elbowing me while Kara was distracted.

I looked at her sidelong, "How do you figure?"

"The way I see it," she whispered, her gaze shifting between Kara and me, "she wouldn't be all hot and bothered right now if it weren't for me."

"Excuse me?"

"You know I'm right, Mr. Valentine," she said my name very slowly, and made sure I noticed her tongue enunciating each syllable. She looked me up and down, her eyes lingering on the down part, "It's not my fault you liked my bikini." I looked at her like she was insane. "Oh, don't give me that look," she opened her door as Kara finally unlocked the car. "Smile, you're going to have fun soon." She closed the door behind her and I was left standing by the passenger door in stunned immobility.

"Dan!" Kara finally yelled, wrenching me back into the present. I sighed and got into the passenger seat, nervous about having Ashley behind me. Kara had to have broken a suburban land speed record driving back to campus, because the next thing I knew we were parked outside Ashley's dorm building.

"Aww, but we barely got to hang out!" she complained, leaning forward between seats. Deliberately, she placed her head closer to mine than Kara's. She smelled like flowers, and it was intoxicating.

"Tomorrow I swear, or even later tonight?" Kara formed that sentence into a question because she looked to me for approval. I shook my head vigorously before Ashley could turn to look at me. "Well, maybe late tonight, it is Saturday." I scowled at her, but she simply ignored me.

"Humph, fine," Ashley sighed dejectedly, opening her door. "Later Kara." She paused, "Later, Daniel." I preferred it when she used my last name come to think of it. Ashley got out and closed the door, sauntering off towards the front door. She turned and looked over her shoulder, managing to catch my eye even from that distance. I shuddered, creeped out to the max. When Kara touched my arm I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"You better calm down, Danny," she cautioned, not fazed in the least by the way I was acting. "How do you expect me to have my way with you while you're all jumpy?" She asked the question so reasonably that I almost answered her.

I regained my composure quickly, smiling, "Sheesh, what's gotten into you?"

"Heh," she put the car into gear, "I'm hoping you can answer that for me in a little bit." A few seconds later we were parked behind her building and racing inside like the world was ending. Four stories flew by and we were suddenly at her door, kissing each other so fiercely it was nearly animalistic. She couldn't manage to unlock her door, slamming me against the solid wood in the process.

Suddenly the door swung inwards and sent us tumbling inside in a heap at Cynthia's feet.

"Right," she sighed unhappily. She retreated back into the room as Kara and I collected ourselves, blushing profusely. "I'll be in the library. Text me when it's safe." She gathered up her laptop and bag and promptly escaped, leaving us to stand there awkwardly until the door closed.

"Oh, she was not happy," I said quietly, pressing myself close, pulling at her shirt.

"Jealousy. I know she wants you bad." She thought Cynthia wanted me? What about Ashley? "But you're mine, aren't you, Danny?" she purred lustily, taking the hem of her shirt and yanking it over her head, throwing herself at me. We'd stumbled deeper into the room and she pushed me back against the bed, giving me the horniest look I had ever seen. "Clothes. Off."

"Damn, Kara," I grinned, a little shocked at her forcefulness. I struggled out of my clothes as fast as I could. Of course she was butt naked way before me, making my job that much harder. Pun Intended.

"Baby, come on, come on," she urged, pressing her naked body against me and kissing me. Finally, I tossed the last of my clothing away and gave in to her, kissing her back and roughly groping her body. This just seemed to drive her even wilder. She shoved me against the bed again and I took that as my cue to climb up. She jumped in after me, rolling me over and climbing onto my stomach, giving me a smug little look. She was soaked; I could see it and I could feel it.

"Oh my god, Kara," I breathed as she grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. She kissed me hard, totally taking control of my mouth. I loved this and I had to admit, aggressive Kara was turning me on like I couldn't believe.

"Shh, baby," she cooed, leaning in slowly and nipping at my neck. She scooted her hips back and found my cock, almost forcing me inside her without having to look. As it was, the head of my dick pushed along her outer lips, making us both moan.

She pressed her lips to my ear and whispered, "Give me that big cock." I nearly lost it right then and there. Kara talking dirty was rare indeed. I felt a hand reach in between us and seize my shaft, angling it up and into her body.

"What, no foreplay?" I groaned, feeling my length sinking deeper into her absurd tightness. If I thought she was soaked on the outside, she was positively drenched on the inside. We hadn't had sex for a day or so for one reason or another; maybe that explained much of the way she was behaving.

She pulled her hips back, adjusting the way my cock was entering her. "Uhh, it's a little late for that," her voice was strained as I filled her pussy. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip hard, settling her butt back on my thighs. After a moment or two she adjusted and went back to kissing all over my face and neck.

"What's the matter, afraid I'll make you suffer again?" Her lips stopped chewing on my ear and she sat up straight, subtly rocking her hips and enjoying the feeling of having me completely inside her.

"Ha, suffer, good one," she giggled, beginning to pick up some speed. Slowly, so as not to throw her, I began raising my hips. She noticed she was getting higher when the pressure began coming away from her knees. Her eyes shut in utter content and a sigh escaped her slack mouth as I went as deep as I could ever go. When I let my hips fall back to the bed she bounced slightly, eliciting a surprised giggle at that particular sensation.

Kara was still for a moment or two after that, breathing heavily and looking down at me with intense satisfaction. "Oh Dan, I love you," she murmured, leaning down to kiss me and lovingly wrap her arms around my head. She never stopped fucking me though, her hips constantly moving.

"Aww, uhhn, you're just saying that," I grunted, as she lifted her hips and brought them back down with a slap of skin on skin.

Inches from my face, she smiled devilishly, "You think I only love you because I'm enjoying your," she paused, shuddering slightly and closing her eyes, before continuing in a softer voice, "big cock in my…my pussy?" Her breathing intensified after that statement, and I figured she had turned herself on talking dirty again.

She had sat up straight again by this point and I grabbed her tits, squeezing them and seeking out her hard little nipples with my fingers. "Yeah maybe," I replied.

Kara couldn't seem to take that much attention to her sensitive body, her frame beginning to quiver with the onset of an intense orgasm. I took a hand from her breasts and clamped on to one of her ass cheeks, digging my fingers into the supple flesh. She moaned loudly, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as she came. I still wasn't close as she heaved out a big sigh and half collapsed, half laid down on top of me, playing with my hair. I sighed too. I loved pleasing her. But when she stopped moving her hips and then slowly began pulling herself off of my achingly hard cock, I began to worry.

"Kara…" I trailed off. She didn't respond immediately and I repeated her name with more concern.

"I'm teaching you a lesson," she responded drowsily. She began to curl herself up next to me, stretching in a very feline manner.

"What?" I cried desperately, pulling her back on top of me, frustrated as she made herself deadweight. "Baby, don't do this to me!" I could see a wry smile on her lips at my panic. I began kissing her neck and ear, knowing that she couldn't resist that. One of my hands went straight to her pussy, rubbing her clit furiously; while my other hand took back her nipple.

"Ohh Danny, stop that, you're going to make me want it again," her voice was dreamy, totally at odds with the boiling cauldron between her legs. Clearly that's what she was getting at. I didn't stop however.

"Oh god," she groaned, pulling my head tighter into her neck. I nipped at the skin of her neck, pulling with my teeth and causing her to inhale sharply. "You are such a bad boy," she gasped. She had begun to squirm against me as a result of my efforts.

"I'm bad?" I grunted, my efforts completely centered on spiking her arousal. I took my hand from her nipple, to her more than obvious disappointment, and clamped it down on a firm ass-cheek. I used it to pull her farther up my body until I could suck her neglected nipple into my mouth.

"Yess, only a bad boy could make me feel this good!" she said haltingly, her hands claw-like on the back of my head. She tried to speak again but I slipped my fingers into her pussy and all conversation became impossible for her.

I chuckled around her hard little nipple, "Didn't know I was a bad boy." I hit a rhythm with my fingers and she tensed, nearly debilitating the ability to move my digits. My other hand caressed the supple mounds of her butt, occasionally my fingers would slip between her cheeks and slide over her nigh-on impenetrable asshole. Every time I even came close she would shudder and gasp, tightening her grip on my head.

"You're such a tease," she whined, her voice faltering and cracking. Her hips began to move in a slow concert with my hands' movements. At first I thought she was attempting to fuck herself on my fingers but it soon became clear she was trying to get me to put my finger in her ass. As soon as I realized this is took my fingers from her slit.

"No, don't stop!" she wailed. I must have cut an orgasm short. She reached down between us and tried to grab my wrist but I evaded her desperate attempts. I brought my hand up and placed it in front of her mouth. She didn't need to be told, seizing my hand and jamming my fingers into her mouth. One by one she sucked her own juices from my fingers, swirling her tongue over each. She moaned as she tasted herself and ground her hips against my stomach.

"I may be a bad boy tease," I began, taking my hand from her ass and my fingers from her mouth, "but you… are a dirty girl." Quickly, I brought my dry hand to her slit and started fingering her for all I was worth. My wet hand I immediately brought to her ass and began rubbing her own saliva over her tight little asshole.

She gasped hard, tilting her head down to stare into my eyes. Her heterochromatic irises enveloped my own, daring me to penetrate her most private place. Maintaining eye-contact, I pushed hard and steadily with my index finger and did just that.

"Ahh!" She squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her head back, an open-mouthed grin splitting her face. The fingers of my other hand kept working her pussy with a feverish tempo as my long index finger sank deeper and deeper into her ass. I fantasized for a long while what it would feel like to cram my cock into something so unbelievably tight.

"Yes," she breathed, "I am a dirty girl." She opened her eyes and looked back down into mine, "Make your dirty girl cum!" She had barely finished speaking before she leaned in and started kissing me violently. My fingers worked furiously, stimulating every major nerve cluster I knew of.

Kara had given me a lot of practice during the time we'd been together. When we started dating she made me wait to have sex for nearly four months; during the time in-between, my fingers did the walking. My digits knew the inside of her pussy like a blind man knew brail.

That being said, I could have made her explode within a minute or so. But where's the fun in that? No, the real challenge was bringing her as close to the brink as possible and then pulling back so it subsided with a comfortable margin to continue in. This I could keep up for a long, long time.

"Please," Kara begged, delirious with lust and the need for release. She bit my lip as her eyes pleaded with my heart. "Please let me cum! I can't take it anymore."

I grinned at her lewdly and slowly began pushing another finger into her butt. Her breathing immediately spiked and she pressed her face against one of her pillows, letting out a long, loud moan. It took a while to get my other finger in there and every time it moved deeper she would whimper and moan. But that was nothing compared to the noises she made as I began pumping those two fingers in ass. My fingers in her pussy maintained their movement, teasing her G, but at a slower pace.

"Oh god! Don't stop! Don't stop! Please!" she was desperate now, her hands back to clutching my head to her breast. I didn't stop this time, giving her all I had. It wasn't seconds later that she had to bury her face in the pillow again so she could scream. Her body jerked and spasmed on top of me.

I kept it up for a little while longer, prolonging her climax, before I pulled my fingers from her clutching confines. She groaned, her body exhausted and spent, and promptly passed out. Waking her completely would be difficult. I gently rolled her off of me and positioned myself over her.

"Kara," I whispered in her ear.

"Mm, what is it, baby?" Her voice was blissful and she was probably on the edge of dreamland.

"Um, I'm still uh…" I stammered.

She cracked an eye, the blue one, and looked down at my still throbbing member. She sighed longingly and flattened herself out on the bed, spreading her legs for me. Having done that she buried her face in her fluffy pink pillow and closed her eyes again.

"Oh come on Kara!" I complained, gently but insistently shaking her slim shoulder.

She groaned and lightly kicked me, pushing me between her legs. "I can't, just fuck me, babe. I'll make it up to you later. Ice cream sound good?"

By way of an answer I crammed my cock into her enflamed cunt. Her flawless, rosy outer lips parted before me and I noticed her pink rose-bud of an asshole still glistened with saliva and juices from my fingers. Pushing into her completely I leaned forward, pressing my face into the back of her head. Her hair smelled amazing!

"You're beautiful, you know that?" I murmured.

She let out a pleased little noise and turned her head so she could speak. "I know. But next time, tell me that when you can see my face, not when you're staring at my privates you dirty, dirty boy."

I kissed her cheek, "Now I'm the dirty one huh?"

"Yehess! Ow ohh, oh god!" As soon as she opened her mouth I started slamming into her, pistoning my cock in and out of her tight little pussy. I had been teetering on the brink since I began fingering her so I knew I couldn't keep it up for much longer. By now I had already given her multiple orgasms and it was my turn.

I leaned back, picking up her hips so I had a better angle. It wasn't a few moments later that I could feel myself getting close. Kara was panting. Her breath was coming out in ragged gasps and I could tell she was getting close as well, but I couldn't last that long.

Feeling it come I leaned forward, burying myself to the hilt in her steamy depths. I physically turned her head so I could kiss her and feel her mouth open in silent ecstasy. I came unbelievably hard causing her to jump slightly as she felt the heat of my cum deep inside her. Like lightening, her hand appeared at her crotch and began rubbing her clit frantically.

I began to pull out. "No, stay in, don't stop," she groaned. "I'm so close!" I did as she demanded, pushing my slowly shrinking cock back into her and pumping in and out of her slowly. After a few seconds her breathing peaked again and I could feel her inner muscles tighten and spasm in climax.

"Oh god, so good," she purred, letting me pull out and clean myself up. I used some of her tissues and pulled my boxers back on, sliding into the space next to her on the bed on my back. Still naked and panting like she had run a marathon, Kara tilted her head so she was looking me. Only one eye was open however, the green one this time. I reached over and brushed some inky black hair out of the way so I could see her face clearly.

"Now can I tell you you're beautiful?" I asked quietly.

A breath caught in her throat for a second before she smiled at me, her cheeks flushed red. "Yes."

I smiled back, pulling myself to her for a long, passionate kiss. I sighed contentedly when I pulled away, crossing my arms behind my head in satisfaction. She attempted to follow me but stopped short, wincing.

"Uhg, be right back," she grunted, swinging down from the bed and scrambling for her underwear. She managed to get them on and wrap herself in a towel before looking back at me, "Don't you dare pass out before I get back, Daniel." She ran back to the bed for just enough time to kiss me hard before scampering off to the bathroom. It seemed she took forever and I fought the urge to fall asleep with everything I had. Her bed was so soft and comfortable! Just as I was about to fade into oblivion, she returned.

She threw off her towel and climbed into bed with me. I closed my eyes and felt her arms wrap around me and her legs entwine themselves around one of my own. The inside of my eyelids acted as a movie-screen, replaying the events of this afternoon in vivid detail.

Sweet dreams indeed.

I awoke to find the last person in the world I expected, or wanted to see, standing a few feet away.

Daylight streamed through the shoddy blinds across the room, falling in golden bars across a tall, scantily clad figure. Their curvaceous figure could have just as easily been the cover of Maxim, Hustler, Playboy, or trucker's mud-flaps.

"Oh for the love of God," I groaned, recognizing Ashley's lines immediately.

"Well, Goddess maybe," she chuckled, her voice deep and playful as turned to look at me directly where she had been facing the door. All she was wearing was the tiny little black bikini she had tried on at the store yesterday.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded, getting ready to get out of bed and somehow force her to leave. I stopped, however, when I realized I was naked.

She pouted, and it was so sexy! "You're always so hostile towards me, Daniel." Yes, I did prefer her use of my last name.

"For good reason," I muttered, looking around for my boxers. I swore if Kara stole them before leaving me to wake up to this, I would kill her. However, I had to give her credit if she did steal them; I know I was wearing them when I fell asleep.

"You're looking for these no doubt," Ashley purred in a very amused tone of voice, brandishing my boxers. "And yes, they were where you thought…" Her eyes lingered where they shouldn't.

"You didn't!" I exclaimed, holding the sheets tighter to my body. Her only response was to bite her lip and smile at me sheepishly. How the fuck did she remove my boxers without waking me up? Moreover, why the fuck would she do it?

"I can't believe…"

"It's not my fault you're a heavy sleeper," she paused, reluctantly tossing my boxers to me, "or that you make me so curious."

"You aren't very subtle are you?" I struggled to get into my boxers under the covers now, keeping a wary eye on Ashley.

She smiled, "In my opinion, subtlety only leads to confusion and problems. I feel the direct approach is always best." She laid a hand over her expansive bust as if it was a life philosophy that she truly took to heart.

"Sounds like you," I snorted, looking under the sheets to make sure I was covered so I could get out of bed and find real clothes to put on.

When I looked up, Ashley was there, inches from my face. Her penetrating brown eyes, perfect features and stunning smile were right in front of me. It was like having a super model or top of the line porn-star (the latter was what registered throughout my crotch) inches from your face.

"Admit it, you enjoy my…bluntness. You enjoy everything you're seeing right now." Her whispered voice was that of the devil promising infinite pleasure in return for my soul. She held that contract in her full, sensual mouth, spread in a flirty smile for the moment. The devil was so hot! Her big tits were very nearly spilling out of the inadequate bikini top she was stuffed into. The bottoms were no better, leaving absolutely nothing to my very active imagination. She leaned even closer, biting her lip as provocatively as I've ever seen any woman do. Her mouth was so very, very close to my own.

"N-no, I don't," I stuttered, I could feel my face burning. Her grin broadened and took on a predatory appearance. "I don't appreciate some big-titted, blond bimbo trying to ruin my relationship."

She pulled back slightly, her infuriating grin still intact. "Bimbo? Oh Daniel, you're so mean. That hurts my feelings."

I snorted, shouldering her aside to get to Kara's closet and my spare clothes. "Yeah, so what?"

Digging around in the closet and pulling out my clothes I was caught completely unaware when I stood back up.

"You're going to have to make it up to me, that's what." She seized my shoulders and spun me around. I had no time to react as she kissed me, pushing me back against the closet door. I couldn't believe this was happening! I could feel my body reacting to her as she pressed against me.

I loved Kara, I was a devoted boyfriend and I was horrified by what was happening. However, I couldn't deny how good this felt. Her soft lips and expansive bust pushing against me was something I could not resist the pleasure of.

I didn't kiss back but I couldn't manage to make myself push her away either. The fact that she might as well have been naked didn't help the situation one bit. She could definitely feel how hard I had become when she started grinding her hips against me while I was standing there in my boxers.

She pulled back for a moment, her grin triumphant. "Mm, Mr. Valentine," she reached between us and put her hand down my shorts, rubbing my cock. "You can have anything you want from me. All you have to do is say the word and you can have this." She took my hand in one of her own and pressed it against the front of her bikini bottoms. The material was hot and damp against my fingertips. She nuzzled my ear as she whispered these things to me.

I wanted it. I wanted her. I wanted to do anything and everything I could possibly do to her. Her brown eyes burrowed into the sinful core of my soul, willing me to destroy everything I loved and cared about for endless carnal pleasures. Oh god the things I wanted to do to her! She was like a wet-dream come to reality. It was so tempting!

…Tempting?

Temptation, thy name is Ashley!

That one word in my head jarred me out of whatever demonic trance I was under. I pushed her back with a hand at her throat. To my horror, her smile remained but took on a perverse quality.

"I like it rough, Daniel, do anything you want with me!" she gasped, one hand clutching my wrist and the other trying to pull my boxers down.

I gave her a shove that sent her sprawling on the bed. But that didn't seem faze her in the slightest. She spread herself on Kara's bed and began tugging at her top, beckoning me to her with every ounce of her will. I might have even folded had the door not clicked open and Kara walked in with only a towel on, her hair still dripping.

"Oh hey, baby! You're finally up! I'm going to the beach with Ashley, wanna come?" From where Kara was standing she could only see me, as I stood there clutching a bundle of clothes in front of me to hide the fruit of Ashley's labor.

"Ah, um n-no." I shot a glance at Ashley as she reclined on the bed giving me an amused smirk.

Kara fixed me with a confused look, "Um, oh-kay." She came up and kissed me on the cheek, digging into her closet and throwing a cursory wave at Ashley.

"Don't look, I'm naked," she informed the room as she took off her towel and stepped behind the closet doors.

"Does it matter, Kara? We've all seen you naked."

I nearly broke my neck twisting to look at Ashley in utter shock and confusion. She grinned maniacally and made a 'V' with her fingers, through which she waggled her pink tongue. What?!

"Ashley! You have not seen me naked," Kara laughed. I looked again.

She just winked and lightly ran a hand over her flat stomach. My imagination kicked into overdrive and all I could picture was Ashley and Kara making out, or worse. Needless to say, the damage Ashley had done did not subside.

"Umm, baby, I-I'm gonna go. Hit me up when you get back, ok?" Before she could even think of an objection I was already headed towards the door.

"Don't be such a bum, Daniel!" Ashley called after me. There was something in her voice that screamed to me I had made the right decision. It was only after I had been standing out in the hall for a minute or so collecting myself, that realized I was still only wearing a skimpy pair of boxers. I quickly threw on my clothes and left, heading for my building.

I couldn't get Ashley out of my head! Everything she said, everything she did was so hot. It's not supposed to be like that, right? There aren't supposed to be girls like this out there; and they certainly shouldn't be coming after me! I have no illusions about myself; it's only by the grace of some all-powerful, benevolent deity that someone as perfect as Kara was attracted to me. But Ashley? What reason could she possibly have for trying to fuck with me like this?

Uhg!

I trudged back to my building and up to my room where I flopped face-down on my bed, defeated. I would just ignore Ashley and stick as close to Kara as possible. How could I ignore those tits tho!? Fuck!

It was the middle of the day so it wasn't like I could just go to bed and try to forget what happened. I actually wished I had homework to do for a distraction. But I didn't, and I ended up sitting around playing some computer games and reading for a few hours until Kara called.

"Are you in your room?"

"Yup, sitting around being bored," I sighed dejectedly.

"Ok, I'm coming up then. And you wouldn't be bored if you came with us, you anti-social party poop."

"Better be nice to me or I won't take care of your sunburns," I warned.

She was silent for a moment. "But, but, I wuuv you."

I rolled my eyes and I'm sure she could hear the grin on my face when I said, "Your cutesy nonsense won't work on me, little girl."

"It will when I show up at your door…" she purred. "You know you can't resist me." Oh my god, I couldn't handle all this. First Ashley and now Kara, even tho Kara's behavior was expected, I don't know if my dick could handle all this.

…Who am I kidding, of course it could!

"See you in a second then," I replied nonchalantly and hung up. This was too much stimulation for me. Even tho Kara was coming over and all that that entailed, I still couldn't get Ashley out of my head. 'You can do anything you want to me' for god's sake! Kara had limits. I knew them pretty well I thought, but all this talk of doing whatever I wanted had me curious and excited, a bad combination.

There was a knock at the door before Kara let herself in. "So what's all this about my cutesy nonsense noffmmm!" I didn't even let her finish her sentence before I was on her. I slammed the door closed behind her and locked my lips on hers. She'd taken a shower and changed, because she didn't smell like the ocean but for a faint trace of sunscreen. I wonder if Ashley had helped her put that on…

I kissed her harder and very nearly tore the sundress right off of her body. I don't know what intentions Kara had when she came over but I guarantee you they did not involve this kind of treatment from me. In between breaths, or moments when I chose to attack her neck and ears, she would be moaning my name and scrabbling at my back or head to pull me tighter with all the enthusiasm of an amazingly welcome surprise. I wonder if Ashley moaned like that…

She had on a plain bra and her 'Ima be lazy today' granny panties, both meager barriers to my assault on her body. I may have actually broken the clasps of her bra and literally ripped the panties off her. I'm not entirely sure, because the next thing I knew I had pinned her bodily against the door completely naked. My large hands easily engulfed her petit tits as I groped her roughly, pushing myself against her body. I was still fully clothed and I would stay that way until I forced her to take them off of me. In the mean time, my hands were everywhere, roughly squeezing, pinching, probing and rubbing. Gone were the gentle caresses, the tender kissing and the lovey dovey looks. I reached down and picked her up by the back of her thighs, making sure the bulge in my shorts was locked in kill position. This is what Ashley would like I think…

The way I was going at her, she would have hickies the size of fists and bruises elsewhere but she never once stopped me. On the contrary, she couldn't get enough of what I was doing to her. Her hands supported my own and when they weren't doing that, they clawed at my body with delirious fervor. I put her down after a while and began moving down her body, putting my full effort into everything I came into contact with. I nearly made her cum from the anticipation of kissing her from navel to clit alone. When I made it to her pussy she could barely stand. I pushed her over the edge as I began eating her out more vigorously than I'd ever done before. Normally I saved this activity for special occasions. I wasn't a huge fan, but right now I wanted to do everything I could to her. Everything I could think of…

"Oh god! Daniel! Don't stop, don't stop!" she nearly screamed. I looked up as I broke for proper air. She was biting down hard on one fist, and when I stopped she used the other to force my face back into her. That only made me work harder and it was no time at all before her legs began to shake and she had to physically stop herself from screaming her pleasure out at the top of her lungs. This is why Kara begged and begged for oral. When she came her whole body tensed and shook. I had to sit back on my haunches so I wouldn't get in the way of her crumpling to the floor. She slumped back against the door and stared at me in shock, panting. My mind took on cruel intentions as I stood up.

She didn't even have the energy to stand right now, and I wasn't going to help. "Take them off," I ordered in little more than a whisper. I cannot describe to you the face she made when I said that; something akin to shocked pleasure. She slowly reached up, with shaking arms, and began undoing my shorts. Her eyes continually searched my face for some sign that this wasn't real, that I would smile and everything would go back to normal. I didn't smile, I just stared her down. She would do as I said.

She finished taking my shorts off and pulled my boxers down to be stared in the face by easily the stiffest hard-on I've ever had. I didn't even give her a chance to ask what to do next; I just seized the back of her head by her ponytail and forced me dick into her mouth. Her surprise was quickly usurped by muscle memory and lust. I used the hold I had on the back of her head to control everything. I'd never done this particular thing before and I must say the power was unbelievably sexy. I don't know if it was because I was controlling what happened, and I was being rather rough, or the idea of the whole situation. She was making a lot more noise than she usually did. I think she was just as into it as I was.

After a few minutes I let her go and pulled away. She gasped, taking in huge gulps of air.

In between breaths she managed, "Dan, oh my god!"

I let her sit for a second before standing aside and pointing at my bed, "Go bend yourself over that." Yeah I know…

That same shocked look came to her face, but this time with a face-splitting grin. She got unsteadily to her feet and wobbled over to my bed. Flopping face first on the bed with her feet still touching the ground, she looked back at me with excited eyes. I took a moment to look her over. She was shaking slightly, probably from the shock of what I had just done to her. Her inner thighs glistened with her own juices and streaks from my tongue.

"Are you just going to stare at me?" she teased. "I know I'm pretty but you're gonna make me blush."

I smirked, "You're already blushing." I pointed between her legs and watched as her face turned dark pink to match her pussy.

She shifted her legs self-consciously and I watched as her fingers slowly appeared to cover her slit.

"I'm going to do it all by myself if you don't, Daniel," she breathed, desperately pleading me with her eyes.

I came closer, pressing against her backside. My cock nestled itself between her perfect cheeks.

She bit her lip as I leaned over her, pressing against her body, "I know you love touching yourself. Show me." I nibbled on her ear for added emphasis.

She pushed her butt back against me, "No way, you have you facts wrong. My fingers aren't enough for me. I need more…" She let her last words hang there as I felt the tips of her fingers on my balls and the base of my cock. I'd tried to make her masturbate for me before but she was always too embarrassed and fought me tooth and nail to do something else.

"More? What does that mean?" I leaned in and kissed her cheek, her neck, her ear…

She groaned, twisting her hips against my dick. "Dan, don't make me say it, please."

"But I want to hear you beg," I breathed, putting more weight on her and effectively pinning her to my bed. My hands slid underneath her and quickly found her pert little tits.

"I do enough begging around you. You're going to make me sound like a slut." She was breathing heavily and I knew she would crack soon; she was a slave to her needs.

"But you're my slut," I protested, pumping my hips gently against her, working my cock betwixt her butt-cheeks. "And besides, if you don't, all you will get is your fingers for the rest of the day."

"Y-yeah right! You couldn't handle that either." She was trying to call my bluff.

Except it wasn't a bluff.

I chuckled darkly, "Really?" I backed up, taking the pressure off of her body. Had we just begun a little foreplay or something, she would have won. But because I had already put her through this much she was beyond playing mind games.

"No! No, I'm just kidding, baby, let's not be hasty." She rose partially, trying to reach for me before I pushed her back down.

"You know what you have to do," I said distractedly, too busy resuming my former position and rubbing the head of my cock against her swollen outer lips. Damn but I was already about to explode. The tip of my dick was already soaked with her fluids.

She whimpered pitifully, defeated, tensing her body every time we made contact. "Daniel, please, fuck me. I want your cock so badly I can't even stand it! I'm so wet for you. I know you can feel it," she pushed back a little and the head of my cock entered her slightly. "Don't you want to cram your big dick inside of me? Don't you want to make me cum for you?" And just for added effect she twisted her neck around to give me her kryptonite eyes.

I smiled, leaning back over her to lock our lips together as a reward. I was sure to make it known how appreciative I was. My leaning forward had the added effect of pushing my cock deeper into her scorching pussy.

"Mm, such a good girl," I cooed. I continued to kiss her deeply until the penetration of her pussy became too much for her to handle and she could no longer concentrate on working her mouth. I leaned back so I could push inside her even more without having to deal with the curve of her ass in my way. I began slowly driving my cock in and out of her body, feeling the tight grip of her inner muscles every time I tried to pull myself out.

"Yesss, that feels so good," she moaned, arching her back and spreading her legs even wider for me. I kept it slow at first, getting used to her clenching pussy and revving her up all the same. Every now and again I would slow way down and lean over her, kissing her hard or nipping at the skin of her neck and ears.

It was during one of these moment when she surprised me with, "I'm cumming, oh fuck! Oh fuck!" I immediately began pounding her for all I was worth. Her loud moaning would have surely turned into a scream had I not clamped my hand over her mouth and used it as leverage to piston in and out of her.

She wailed into my hand as she came hard; her eyes even rolled back into her head. Her muscles clenched me tightly, trying their best to make me cum with her. God she was tight! There was no bit of my shaft left unsqueezed by her internal workings. After a solid minute or two I slowed down so as not to end our fun too soon. Kara deflated under me, completely spent and trembling ever-so slightly. I wondered, briefly, if I could have made Ashley do the same. Someone so apparently experienced and well versed in all things sexual must be hard to please. That would be a satisfying feeling I think.

Carefully, I pulled out and began rolling her over. She groaned tiredly and seemed barely aware of what was going on. This would change soon enough. Once I had her turned over, I spread her legs and slowly began pushing my uncomfortably hard cock back inside her.

"Oh my god," she gasped, coming fully awake once more and slowly wrapping her legs around my waist, pulling me tightly into her with only enough give to fuck her deeply. Which I proceeded to do with gusto. Her entire body rocked with my efforts. I seized her tits, my hands engulfing the soft mounds almost entirely. Her hands, previously clawing at my bed sheets, now sought out new positions. One seized the back of my hand and mashed it harder into her right breast; the other hand rushed to her clit, rubbing it fiercely.

It wasn't seconds after she began doing that before her mouth opened in a silent scream and her entire body tensed up. Still forcing myself in and out of her roughly, I thought this would be as good a time as any. I waited until her body exploded on my cock before wrenching it out of her. She gasped in shock and loss and desperately tried to pull me back into her. But it was too late for that…

Kara could only watch as I gave my dick a few rapid jerks and shot everything I had onto her stomach. I had fully recharged from last night and I managed to shock myself but shooting rope after white rope of cum onto her washboard stomach. Some even managed to make it to her breasts which now heaved with every big lungful of air. I stepped back in shock and collapsed into my chair. Kara's stomach was covered and her bellybutton was flooded.

We were both frozen where we were for a long time, gasping for breath.

"Where the hell did that come from?" Kara finally asked, breaking the silence. She was still spread out on my bed and hadn't moved an inch except to turn her head to look at me.

Your damn best friend, that's where! I wanted to say that so badly. I wanted to scream that she was driving me insane. But I couldn't. I mean how can you say that to your girlfriend of over a year? Oh hey, I want to fuck your new best friend like the apocalypse is upon us, what do you think? I loved Kara dearly and it was seriously bothering me how much Ashley was affecting my state of mind.

With that in the back of my head I answered, "I have no idea. I just sorta did it."

"Well," she began, touching the puddles of jizz on her stomach, "I hope you just sorta do it more often. That was great." I tossed her a small hand towel and stood to put some clothes on. She quickly cleaned herself off and snuck over to my dresser while my back was turned.

"Oo, you have new ones!" she squeaked delightedly as she opened up my underwear drawer.

"Kara, no! They're brand new!" I rushed over and seized her around the middle, lifting her up and away from my delicates. Kicking and giggling like a little girl, she fought my grip on her bare stomach. Mind you, she's still naked and I had only just managed to put shorts on.

"Put me down, I just want to try them on!" she laughed,

"Not a chance. I'll never see them again." I turned toward my bed, lowering her only slightly so more of my body was behind her.

She knew what was coming and her struggles doubled in intensity.

In my best announcer's voice I declared, "Oh it looks like it's all over for Kara Devine! Valentine has her in his signature move! We're looking at a body-slam in the making here!"

"Danny, no! I'm so sore!" she was still laughing even though she knew her fate was sealed.

"She's begging for her life but he's just not listening! Oh, here it is!" With that I threw myself on to the bed, crushing her beneath me. My arms and elbows took most of the impact but it was still enough to get a satisfying 'oof' out of her. My body covered her almost entirely except for her legs. She was stunned for a moment but recovered quickly and couldn't stop giggling.

"Looks like Valentine gave her his best but we all know Kara Devine cannot be defeated!" she laughed, mocking my announcer voice.

Making sure she was trapped beneath me, I said, "Little does Kara Devine know, Valentine has a surprise in store."

She froze, glaring at me out of the corner of her eye, "No!"

"Oh yes," I whispered, angling my hands so I could tickle her ribs. She screamed, desperately trying to escape my evil clutches. I didn't let up for several minutes until she could laugh and struggle no longer. I gently lowered myself down on top of her and kissed her flushed cheek, my hands gently caressing her body.

She sighed contentedly, turning her head so we could kiss properly. It kept occurring to me that she was still naked and it didn't take long for my own body to remember that as well.

Wiggling her butt against my crotch, more by accident than design, she said, "Daniel is that what I think it is?"

"If you think it's a roll of quarters in my pocket then yes, you are right."

"You little bastard," she trilled excitedly. "Always giving me crap about my sex drive and you're the one ready to go before I am."

"Yeah but you're naked!"

"So?"

"So… it's only natural for me to be like this when you're naked."

"So?"

"But you just said you're sore!"

"So?" There was no way she would let me salvage some kind of victory out of this.

"So… what are your plans for the rest of the day?"

She kissed me, grinning. "That's exactly what I wanted you to say. Good boy." With some quick maneuvers she rolled over to face up at me. "Now, about these clothes of yours…"

The week was pure, unadulterated, boredom. Nothing exciting happened. I had no run-ins with Ashley; and Kara and I had only managed to hook up a couple times for one reason or another. Not nearly enough for either of us. So by Friday there was a big build up sexual tension between the two of us. But again, I would have to put my desires on hold to satisfy our (her) need to socialize.

"Baby, you had fun last time. Why don't you want to go again?" she asked, sitting in the seat next to me in the dining hall.

Well, because if I got drunk in the same room as Ashley I might do something stupid!

"I don't know, Kara. It's just not my thing. And besides, Ashley said some stuff last time; it was kinda weird." That was as close as I could make myself come to telling her the truth.

She turned her full attention on me but still held a slight smile on her lips. "Oh? What did she say?"

"I don't really remember, I was kinda drunk, but it creeped me out." Not the most convincing line I suppose.

She gave me a look. "That's hardly an excuse to have a little fun! You're going." And with that I had no choice.

"Ok."

"And," she added, "we're pre-gaming at Ashley's so you and she can work out whatever nonsense you think is between the two of you."

Great!

"Um, alright," I demurred. Yeah, I'm whipped, wanna fight about it?

She grinned triumphantly and kissed me despite my mouthful of pasta.

Less than an hour later we were walking back to the quad and Ashley's building. It looked like all the others but there were doors with broken locks so you could always get in. We entered through one of them and I followed Kara through the maze of hallways to a door on the first floor. After a knock or two we had to wait for a moment before the door opened and Ashley appeared, radiant as ever despite her scraggly attire. She was dressed in an over-sized T-shirt and a pair of large plaid pajama pants. Oddly enough, she also wore a black ribbon choker around her shapely neck.

"Well hello my lovely," she beamed, hugging Kara. "And Daniel!" She opened her arms and gave me a 'come on' sort of look. I didn't move an inch, glaring daggers at her. Kara, having stepped back from her hug, didn't see my face but thought it would be a good idea to push me into Ashley's open arms.

"Aww, that's better," she giggled, catching me and crushing me in her arms. I thanked all that is holy that I was as tall as I am, any shorter and I would have face-planted into her tits. I would have lost it had that happened. As it was, she hugged me for too long, squeezing her big breasts into my chest. She smelled so good it was frightening and the blond hair against my face was silky soft.

"See, already getting to know each other better," Kara piped in from behind me as Ashley finally let me go.

"What?" the big blond she-devil asked, ushering us into her room. The room was empty except for Ashley's brother, Tim, who lounged on one of the beds.

"Dan seems to think you said something weird to him at the last party," she informed her.

"I'm not surprised," Tim chuckled, "she says stupid shit all the time when she's drunk. When she's sober too actually."

Ashley whirled around and ripped the pillow from beneath her twin's head and smashed him in the face with it. Laughing, he grabbed it when she tried to swing at him again and yanked her down onto the bed with him. Kara and I watched the siblings fight for a moment before Tim wrapped both arms around her body, trapping her arms. She lay still, breathing hard from her struggle but still smiling.

"You're denying it?" he asked her, equally breathless.

"No, I just don't like it when people point it out, especially you!"

"Play me the violin you big baby," Tim chuckled before tightening his grip as Ashley began to struggle again. Laughing to ourselves, we took seats in the desk chairs and watched brother and sister wrestle for a few minutes. It was reassuring to see someone stand up to her, even if it wasn't seriously.

When it looked like Tim was still in charge of the situation Ashley turned to us, "So, the house drink is Purple Thunder. Who wants one?"

"Purple Thunder?" I questioned.

"99Blackberries and grape juice," Tim clarified, letting his sister go so she could mix us drinks. As she got up she elbowed him and the ribs and quickly scurried out of his reach before he could react.

"Is it good?" Kara asked.

"The best!" this came from Ashley as she fished a jug of Welch's Grape juice out of her mini-fridge and a bottle of 99Berries out of her closet. She poured drinks for the three of us; Tim declined for the time being.

"Holy crap! This is great!" Kara exclaimed, taking a long pull immediately after.

"It's a little strong," I mumbled, more to myself than anyone else.

Kara sniggered, "Pussy." I glared at her until she said she was sorry and blew me a kiss. The drinking commenced in earnest after that with Ashley mixing our drinks for us. It wasn't long before I started to feel it, and damn did it hit me hard. I had only had three drinks too. As far as I could tell, Kara and Ashley were still sober.

"These are really good," I slurred slightly, holding out my cup for Ashley to fill again.

She smiled at me and paused for a moment before responding quietly, "I know right." She filled mine and then Kara's, killing the bottle. She took her cup and sat at her brother's feet, giving him a hard look.

"Ah, all gone huh? I'll call Richey and we'll go on a packie run." Tim stood and pulled out his cell, about to leave.

"Can I come?" I slowly turned and stared with slack-jawed disbelief at Kara. She was a little over the edge of tipsy at this point.

"What? I wanna go. I want to see if they have any of that stuff you and I drank over the summer; and I only know what it looks like, not what it's called," she said, standing up with a little bit of a wobble.

I blinked rapidly, my drunken mind unable to comprehend why she was doing this to me. "Yeah but…"

"Bye Danny," she kissed me hard, a result of her state of mind not remorse, and followed Tim out the door. "Talk to Ashley!"

The door slammed closed.

I stared at it for some time before realizing I wasn't alone.

"So," Ashley breathed, drawing my attention to her, "all alone at last."

She sat cross-legged on the bed, her chin in her hand and her eyes only on me.

"I swear, if you try to kiss me again Ima kick your ass," I threatened drunkenly.

She smiled, "You can do a lot of things to my ass, Daniel Valentine, but I won't let you kick it." She unlimbered herself from her seated position and got off the bed. I eyed her with narrowed, suspicious eyes as she handed me her drink and reached over me for her laptop sitting on the desk behind me.

She was reaching for quite awhile and I was face to face with her vast bust for some time. Finally, just as I began to drool, she pulled away with her pink laptop and headed back to her bed.

I tried to hand back her drink, but she waved me off saying, "You have it, it's almost gone anyways."

I looked down into it; it was full.

I was now double-fisting Purple Thunders, brilliant.

Looking back at Ashley, she was innocently puttering around on her computer, apparently oblivious to my existence. I watched her over the rim of my cup as her fingers clicked away at the keys. Somehow she managed to look sexy while doing absolutely nothing.

Finishing my drink, I moved on to hers. "What are you doing?" I asked.

She looked up impassively for a brief second, "Checking my e-mail mostly."

She went back to ignoring me which, to be honest, concerned me more than her blatant advances. At least when she was being obvious I knew what she was thinking. Now though, I had no idea what she was up to. Being drunk helped none of this paranoia.

It felt like hours before I spoke again, but apparently it was only a minute or two, "Now what are you doing?"

She favored me with a wry smile and slowly closed her laptop, "I just made us Facebook official."

I had taken the last sip of her drink and nearly choked on it. "What?" I cried, still spluttering.

She just sat there and grinned, tucking her laptop behind her.

This would just not stand! No way! I tried to get up for the first time since arriving, but only managed to crumple off the chair onto the floor. I put my whole body into getting back up and only succeeded in rolling over; it just refused to work how I wanted. I lay there panting and trying to figure out how to move again.

I heard a sigh and Ashley appeared in my vision like some kind of glowing, blond angel of mercy. If I wasn't shithoused, I would have realized that the glow was the light directly behind her head and the look of mercy on her face was something else entirely.

"Oh my, Daniel, it looks like you've had too much to drink." Her voice was just as heavenly as her face. I blinked, and in the time it took me to open my eyes again, she was inches from my face, her brown eyes full of something I failed to comprehend in my state.

I tried to speak, but nothing intelligible came out. I tried to move, but that didn't work either.

She smiled and stroked my hair with the tips of her fingers, "Shh shh." I blinked again and she was gone. I attempted to focus so I could look around for her; I didn't want to be alone even if it meant being alone with her.

"Hey brother," I craned my neck towards the sound of her voice and saw her standing by the window talking on her phone. "I'm good. Yeah, when are you gonna be back? You haven't even gotten off campus yet? Why? Waiting for Richey… No, I'm not surprised. He's the slowest boy I've ever met. Ok, well let me know when you're on your way back I guess, I'm thirsty. Huh?" She looked down at me with a quirky little smile, "Oh he's in the bathroom but I'll tell him she said hi. Ok, buh-bye, love you."

She closed her phone and tossed it on her desk before coming over and standing by my waist. I had been trying to move the entire time but seemed only capable of random twitching and sluggish movement of my limbs.

"Your girlfriend is pretty great, you know that?"

I glared at her and managed a nod, wary of where this was going.

"I bet she gives you everything she can." I maintained my stare by way of an answer. Giving me a mischievous little smile she got down on her knees next to me. "But you know what?"

She had managed to pique my curiosity but still all I could manage was a look.

Slowly, she straddled my waist, settling her weight directly over my crotch. She was a lot heavier than Kara but the pressure was far from uncomfortable. She leaned forward and planted her hands on either side of my head, her cleavage shifting visibly.

"I can give you so much more," her voice was barely a whisper and the only reason I heard her was because her lips were touching my ear. She pulled back slightly, eyeing my face for a reaction. Fortunately my face was numb and I don't think I gave her anything. The rest of my body wasn't so fortunate. Since I got here I prayed for whiskey-dick; I was to be sorely disappointed. Her hips were lifted at the moment as she leant over me, but as soon as she sat back she would feel me completely.

But that wasn't what ran through my head at the moment, "W-what does that mean?" I couldn't believe that the first words I managed to speak were egging her on.

She sighed contentedly, sitting back and nearly jumping back up in surprise as she felt me through all of our clothing. Her eyes took on a slightly animalistic look as she settled her weight directly on my cock.

She let out a little moaning noise as she ground her crotch against mine, "It means that I can show you pleasure you can't even imagine." She twitched slightly as my restrained cock lined up with her pussy and she was able to rub herself along its entire length. "I already told you, Daniel, you can do anything you want with me."

I swallowed hard, my mouth turning bone dry in an instant.

"Have you considered my offer?" Slowly undulating her hips over my crotch she reached out and cupped my face in a soft hand, urging me to make a decision. My cock throbbed madly under the pressure of her body and I knew I was going to break.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Movement was slowly coming back to me but I was horrified to realize that I was only moving my hips, pushing up against her in rhythm with her own languid movements. I couldn't stop myself!

She took her hand from my face and placed it on my chest, using it as leverage to make longer and stronger movements of her hips. "I want what I 'cant' have," she replied, taking her hands away from me for a second to make air quotes around the word 'cant'. "I love doing things I'm not allowed to do, or not supposed to do." Every time she spoke my cock throbbed. It was like her husky voice had a direct line to my groin.

I looked up at her face, unsure of how to respond or how to continue. I could no longer deny my urges; I had to have her. My drunken brain only registered the hottest, sexiest girl I've ever seen sitting on me and practically begging me to fuck her. My composure cracked and my capitulation was revealed completely in my eyes.

Ashley, who had been scrutinizing my features for some time, gasped in excited surprise. She quickly flattened herself out on top of me, taking my head in her arms, she held her lips an inch away from my own. Her cheeks were flushed red and her breathing was labored. She was ready to go and I wanted to hear her moan my name like I've never wanted anything before.

All I could think about was how good it felt when she kissed me the other day.

My phone began to vibrate in my pocket and I knew it was Kara.

"Tell her you got sick and that I'm taking care of you and that she can go ahead to the party with my brother," she breathed rapidly, her eyes drilling into my skull. "That way, you and I can have some fun, all… by… ourselves." She punctuated the last three words with the barest touch of her full lips on mine.

The turmoil in my gut was agony!

I asked myself: should I give in to temptation?