‘Perfect.’ Alessa gave her a “thumbs up”. ‘Now, lets go.’
2.4 The Evening
The minute they stepped inside the door to the Student Union bar, Jennifer felt crushed by the bodies around her. Alessa stayed with her only as far as the bar itself and, when she went to open her purse for some money to pay for drinks, Alessa stopped her and insisted on paying for them herself. Alessa then left her alone and she moved toward the dance floor with her boyfriend, Michael.
Jennifer watched helplessly after her and moved over towards the wall, trying to find a place where she could breathe and sip her drink in relative peace, wondering as well how long she could last before the arousal that Alessa had started would overcome her and she would have to go off to the toilets and masturbate herself to the orgasm she had been deprived of.
‘Would you like to dance?’
Jennifer glanced up to see David Leslie.
She turned away, blushing.
He tapped her on the shoulder, getting her to glance at him again.
He smiled encouragingly.
‘I just asked if you’d like to dance. One dance can’t hurt, can it?’
She shrugged, not trusting herself to say anything.
He reached out and gently took the drink from her, setting it on a nearby table. Then, taking her by the hand, he led her out to the dance floor, where she could hear a slow song playing. Placing his arms around her waist, he drew her close and started to sway.
Jennifer could feel the heat coming from his hands at her back and tried to draw back.
He held her pinned in his arms, close to him, and she saw amusement in his eyes when she tried to put some space between their two bodies.
He bent his head close to her ear and whispered, ‘I have you now and I don’t want you running away again.’
She looked up at him and saw the grin on his face at his deliberate reminder. Her face went a bright red when she remembered everything she had been doing the first time she ran from him and she tried to smile back, then buried her head in his shoulder. This was worse than being simply tongue-tied. She had absolutely no idea what to think and little control over what she was doing. His hands were caressing the small of her back and even that simple touch was wreaking havoc with her senses. She looked up again and saw his eyes gleaming as he watched her face intently. He licked his lips and her attention focused on that part of his face.
He had such nice lips.
She wondered what it would feel like if he kissed her.
David stared down at the girl in held so close in his arms, amazed at what she could do to his body simply by being near him. He was hard and throbbing already and wanted nothing more than to get out of there so he could do what was really on his mind, which certainly wasn’t dancing. She turned her face to him and he looked at her to see her eyes staring up at him as his hands stroked her back down to her bottom. He licked his lips and saw her gaze refocus on his mouth. Smiling gently, he bent his head to kiss her.
It was fire.
Jennifer gasped for air as David’s lips touched hers.
The music stopped and he released her slowly, but she simply stood there, a bewildered expression on her face. In one small part of her mind she was amazed…it didn’t seem to matter how tongue-tied she was this time…she could do anything.
She looked around her and heard another song start, fast and spirited, and automatically felt her body start to move in time with the music.
She glanced at David and saw a wide grin on his face as he danced suggestively, smiling only at her.
Jennifer felt her body respond and danced in kind, her hips moving teasingly close to his, then she darted away…touching his chest gently then moving back…a teasing glance, licking her lips, running her hands down her sides. Her breathing became heavier and her nipples got more erect.
She didn’t notice that the drawstring at the neck of her blouse had come undone or broken and the deep vee had opened wider, exposing more of her cleavage almost down to her navel and the edges of the areolae of both her nipples. She had always loved to dance and found now that she didn’t need to find the words to speak; her body could do it for her.
David knew that if he didn’t leave soon, he would burst right here (and her blouse would slip all the way off; as it was he could see that it was only held up by her hard nipples which were already partly exposed). She had finally relaxed and the way she moved her body, teasing him, had him so hot he could hardly think. As the song ended he grasped her arms, drawing her tight up against him and covered her mouth with his own.
As Jennifer’s body melted against his; she could feel his hardness pressing between her legs and her hugely swollen nipples making solid lumps against his chest. She ached to hold him and responded fervently to his kiss, fencing with his tongue, her hands snaking around the back of his head to play with the short hair at the base of his neck She moaned against his mouth and, as he drew back, her eyes pleaded with him to leave with her.
Placing an arm around her shoulder (for which Jennifer was grateful as she wasn’t certain she could have remained upright on her own), David led her from the building and across campus to his room. As he opened the door and they stepped inside, she was suddenly uncertain again. She hesitated as David closed the door. He could see her nervousness in her eyes and knew that he wanted her to feel right about this. He grinned, knowing that he had thought about this often already and wondered if she had as well. He watched as she looked around his room.
2.5 His Room
‘Nice room,’ she commented quietly.
David shrugged. ‘It’s small, even for a single. Why don’t you sit down, I’ll be back in a minute. By the way, your bag and your alarm clock are on the desk.’
As he left, Jennifer looked around for a place to sit, seeing only a chair piled high with clothes and books, the desk next to it, the empty bed and the floor. Eyeing the bed nervously, she picked the bag and clock up off the desk, feeling a sudden rush of juices from her pussy as memories of what happened the previous weekend came flooding back and settled herself on the floor, leaning back against the bed. Now that her mind had returned to her body, she was terrified once more. She knew she wanted him. Oh God how she knew. She just wasn’t sure if she could do it. She was so afraid of doing something wrong.
She was so nervous that she felt she had to do something so she took her shoes off.
When she looked down to open her rather large purse to get the baccy, skins and gear, she noticed that her blouse had slipped down, almost fully exposing both of her acorn-sized nipples. She tried to rearrange her clothing, to cover herself up a bit, but the tie had broken and become unlaced and she only seemed to make it worse.
She suddenly blushed when she opened her purse and she found Alessa’s cock-shaped vibrator inside.
Now, when did she put that in here. That’s why she stopped me from opening my purse in the bar. Oh god, this is so embarrassing she thought.
She decided she had to do something else while she was waiting for David to return so she skinned up a couple of joints.
David pushed the door open, carrying a bowl filled with ice-cubes. Opening the door to his small refrigerator, he pulled out a bottle and settled it in the ice. Going to his closet, he pulled out two wine glasses and placed them next to the bottle. Then he noticed where Jennifer was sitting and wondered at the blush on her face and upper chest.
He sighed inwardly, knowing that she was again tense. He sat down on the bed, next to her, and touched her shoulder gently.
Then he noticed she had tried to rearrange her top because more of her nipples were showing a bit more, a lot more.
‘Jennifer, if you want, I’ll take you home now.’
Jennifer shook her head and glanced up at him.
‘I don’t want to go home,’ she said softly, placing her hand on his knee. ‘I just…’
Her voice trailed off as she couldn’t think of what she’d wanted to say. ‘Do you mind if I spark this up?’
‘No, I don’t mind. Go ahead.’
‘Do you know how beautiful you looked that day on the roof?’ David asked softly.
Jennifer blushed again and turned away, wishing he hadn’t reminded her of that time again and thinking of Alessa’s vibrator, of the use they’d put it to that day and the fact that it was now in her purse. He caught her chin in his hand and gently turned her to face him again.
‘I mean it,’ he said. ‘I’ve dreamed of that, and of you.’ He bent to kiss her gently and felt some of the tension ease out of her.
‘You have?’ Jennifer asked when they broke off, not quite believing him.
He chuckled. ‘Oh yes, I have.’
David sat up, popped open the bottle of champagne, handed her one glass which he then filled and poured one for himself.
He chuckled again. ‘If I haven’t been thinking about you, then why would I have had this?’
Jennifer shrugged, not used to this kind of flattery.
‘You could have had it for someone else entirely,’ she said softly.
‘Not for someone else, Jennifer. Only for you.’
He moved one of his legs so that Jennifer was between his knees, put down his glass and began massaging her shoulders. He could feel her start to relax again, leaning into his strong hands as he caressed her taut muscles.
She turned her head to her left and looked up at him, taking another sip of her drink before putting the glass down and taking another toke of the joint.
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