I may not have many social skills when it comes to women, but I knew that my cock was somewhat larger than average. I’d measured back when I was in high school—along the top which always shorter than along the bottom. I always was the curious type. “Seven and a quarter inches,” that’s what it said, and thick, too. Too bad it was attached to the body of someone with no ability to deal with women. I’d bet at the time that it could have satisfied plenty if only I had some nerve. It did a hell of a number with Rob’s sister. Unfortunately, she married some guy from her work about two weeks later and I’d never found anyone else.
I checked myself in the mirror one final time. I thought I looked presentable. My tie was just the right length and it was centered just perfectly between the two collar leaves of my button-down shirt. My navy blazer completed my outfit. I checked my pockets—wallet, hankies, room key, breath mints. I was all set. No condoms; I doubted I’d be that lucky. All I had to do was walk down the hill and turn right onto Professors Row.
I was a few minutes early so I strolled around aimlessly until my watch read 7:59 then I strode up the walk and knocked on the door. Nobody answered so I tried the handle. The door opened and I stepped inside. I was met by a young woman who told me her name was Amanda. She was like a lower case Daisy. I wondered then how many women like Daisy would be in attendance. Plenty, I guessed. “I’m here for Daisy O’Neill.” She took a look at me and began to giggle. Then she walked away and called up the stairs. Daisy walked down a few minutes later, a smirk on her otherwise lovely face. I continued to play dumb.
As she approached she said, “Right on time; that’s very good, John. You know…I realized this afternoon that I’m not sure of your surname.”
Wow—a big word; I was amazed so I decided to pull her leg a bit. “It’s Gotti…John Gotti; maybe you’ve heard of my uncle, John Gotti—the Dapper Don.”
“I thought you said his name was John. Why would anyone call him Don?”
“Try Google. I’m sure you’ll find him there. He was quite famous.”
“Isn’t he still famous?”
“Yes, of course, but he’s dead now.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry.” I almost laughed. My name is John Gotti, but I’m no relation to the notorious Mafia kingpin. Instead, I simply smiled and allowed Daisy to lead me to the basement where the party was just underway. I poured two glasses of Merlot from a bottle. It was a brand I’d never heard of even though my parents were oenophiles–wine aficionados. Apparently, sorority girls didn’t necessarily have great taste. I thought the wine was a bit acidic, too. It had begun to turn into vinegar, but I said nothing, smiling instead in faux innocence.
Daisy and I danced quite a few times and she moved right into my body on the slow ones. I enjoyed those dances quite a bit and Daisy obviously noticed. She rubbed her body into my erection several times. I noticed Daisy and her friends talking quietly and giggling whenever I went to get another glass of wine. It was like a play within a play. They had me playing the fool while I was playing a different role entirely.
I’m obviously smart. One does not earn a PhD in computer engineering through stupidity. I had been at the party less than an hour when I realized that this was no Mensa meeting. Daisy was no genius. I already knew that, but her friends were no smarter. Several had asked me to explain words that I had used in conversation—words that any college student should have known in my opinion. I had a great time at the party though, mostly from the role I was playing. Around midnight I wondered what would come next. Would Daisy put her moves on me? If so…when?
She did it then, inviting me to her room. It was a great opportunity for me. No, not that way; I’d driven to Radio Shack this morning to buy some audio bugs. They were small with strong adhesive on one side. I was able to attach one to the underside of Daisy’s desk while she was distracted. Rob had installed a relay while we were partying that would collect the data and forward it to my laptop when I called for it. In appearance it was just like a telephone junction box that was stuck to the exterior brick with strips of strong adhesive. A conduit that went down into the soil below held the wires that formed the antenna. Only a real phone technician would be able to tell that it wasn’t genuine telephone company equipment. Rob told me later that night that installing it on the side of the house while the part roared inside was a real rip. I wasn’t interested in spying on the sorority members. I only wanted clues as to Daisy’s plans for me and, in that regard, I got a boatful.
I knew in advance when she would allow me to fondle her breasts and when I could chance fingering her pussy. That way I could build the illusion that she was in control of our relationship when just the opposite was true. I knew everything she had planned then made the decision whether or not to go along. Twice in January I was able to foil her plans by making arrangements for group activities when she had desperately wanted us to be alone so she could seduce me.
I allowed that to happen in early March, partly because I was really horny and partly because she seemed to be so desperate, too. Daisy invited me to her sorority on a Wednesday night when almost everyone was studying at the library. She literally pulled me up the stairs, locking the door once we were in the room. She rushed into my arms and we were making out like crazy only a few seconds later.
We had made out often, especially after my tutoring sessions had enabled her to ace the algebra course, at least that’s what she led me to believe. I knew otherwise, but she still thought I was totally in the dark about her intentions. I would have gladly fucked her had our relationship been based on more honest and open principles. Unfortunately, it was based on deception and manipulation and Daisy sincerely thought that she was steering the wagon with me as the horse and her as the driver, complete with whip. Not that I minded either her attentions or being with her. Take away her sneaky duplicitous behavior and I actually found her extremely likable. I also enjoyed playing with her tits and fingering her drenched pussy, a pussy I knew could be exclusively mine.
Now it was early March and I had decided it was time to stake my claim. My hands roamed over her body, taking a few seconds to massage her breasts through her blouse. A minute later it was off and so was her bra. I moved down to suckle, knowing how much she loved that. Even fingering her clit didn’t turn her on as much as breast and nipple play.
We kissed and it continued throughout the removal of our clothes. Daisy moved me back until I fell onto her bed. I could see the lust in her eyes as she knelt and moved her mouth toward my cock. I’d gotten into the habit of jerking off before every date so I’d be able to maintain control. Had she known how horny I was she’d have run over me like a steamroller.
She licked around the head several times, maintaining eye contact with me the entire time and smiling as she worked her way around my rock hard organ. Her hand ran over my washboard abs as she swallowed my organ—all of it until she was kissing my neatly trimmed pubic hair. I had no idea what to do next, but, acting on instinct, I pulled her up my body, kissing her and tasting the tang of my cock on her tongue as I spread her legs and pushed up. My lessons with Rob’s sister paid off now as I drove into her in a single thrust. Daisy never needed much to become really, really wet. What surprised me was how tight and how muscular her cunt actually was.
My hands found the globes of her ass as she began to ride me. It was every bit as thrilling as I had imagined. What made it even more exciting was the knowledge that she had tried unsuccessfully to maneuver me into a long-term relationship. Now, as we were fucking I wondered if I could trust her to be honest as to whether or not it was safe to cum in her. No, I decided—it wasn’t going to happen. I’d finished with my hand so many times one more wouldn’t kill me.
Holding tight, I rolled her over so I was on top in what is usually known as missionary. Supporting my body with my left arm I used my right to worry her nipples and massage her big beautiful breasts. Daisy must have really been into it because she was humping wildly, even as her legs wrapped themselves around my waist. I had been rubbing her clit for several minutes when she shuddered, closed her eyes, and arched her back. A second later her entire being shook wildly as three massive spasms coursed through her body. That was enough for me. I pulled out just in time as long ropes of steaming hot semen spurted out onto her breasts and tummy. I was completely drained by the time the sixth dribbled from my cock. I carefully lowered myself to her side, resting as our breathing slowly returned to normal.
She was giggling as she rose up on her arm to kiss me. “Mind telling me what the hell you did to me?”
“I’m pretty sure we were fucking.”
She giggled again. “I think I knew that. I have never cum from just fucking. I usually need a lot of clitoral stimulation, but—oh God—you’re so long and so fucking thick. It was incredible. Did you ever see the movie, ‘Revenge of the Nerds?”
“Of course, it’s required viewing for membership in the club. I’ve probably seen it twenty times, at least. Why?”
“I think I feel the way that girl in the film must have felt.”
“Yeah, Betty was pretty hot, but not as hot as you!” She smiled and climbed onto my chest, my cooling semen gluing us together. Daisy laid her head on my shoulder as we rested. I realized that our fucking and the subsequent brief conversation was the most honest exchange we’d ever had. I couldn’t resist a quick smile then I closed my eyes and fell asleep.
Daisy and I were really sticky when we got up almost an hour later. “Let me grab a quick shower and I’ll bring back a warm wash cloth for you. Is that okay, John? By the way, I looked up your uncle yesterday. I can’t believe you’re related to a Mafia chieftain. Is that how you’re paying for college?”
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