I asked her if she was okay, and the glow on her face told me she was.
We moved to her bed to cuddle but forgot the condoms in her desk. The second time was with the same, messy condom and it seemed as if we had been doing this together for years. Or forever.
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After 10 days of class, Lori and I were inseparable and my roommate had withdrawn from classes. Too bad for him, but I now lived in a single room and Mark and Gabby had broken up or ended whatever their status had been. Lori basically had moved into my dorm.
At this point we were 2 days short of the 3 day Labor Day weekend. We picked up a few supplies, some food, bottled water and had decided to try every free condom we could find anywhere on campus.
“Which one do you want to try first?” I asked. Naked, she walked over, swinging her hips with the confidence of a woman and not the shyness of an incoming freshman virgin.
“Make me scream with the Rough and Rugged. I want you to bend me over your desk and try and break it.”
Break what? The condom? The desk? Her?
The condom was stiff and felt thick. I was afraid the sensation would not be as good as some of the others, but I was no quitter. As I started to line up with her and push inside, her reaction was not one particularly of pleasure.
“Okay okay okay… stop!” she said. “Feels like the wrong end of a hairbrush.”
“How about this one?” I said, picking up some natural something-or-other. It bragged about being “almost like nothing at all”. It felt cool, almost cold and wet as I rolled it down my shaft, and as I pushed it inside her still standing body, it felt warm and probably non-existent. Unlike any of the others we had tried, with this one I could feel the ridges and curves of her pussy.
I started thrusting hard, and Lori pushed back into me. She arched her head back and shouted, “Fuck me harder! HARDER!”
I grabbed her hips and pulled her back as I slammed into her. The desk shook and stuff fell off as I thrust with all of my being.
“I’m gonna cum!” I said.
“Do it! Cum in me!”
I let out a growl as I erupted. That felt amazing- so much better than any of the other condoms we tried. As I caught my breath, I said, “We need to find more of those. You felt amazing!”
As my cock softened and shrunk, it plopped out. Just then I realized there was an issue with the condom…
it broke.
“Oh, I think…” she said as she put her fingers under her pussy, catching my cum as it dripped out. Then she seductively licked her fingers, “Mmm,” she said.
I was a little freaked out at first, and if she was, she didn’t show it. Lori was on the pill and we decided that soon we wouldn’t need condoms anyway, and I figured this long weekend busting one and cumming inside her might happen, but not the first go of the weekend.
I chose not to say anything and let her take the lead.
At some point I dozed off and woke later to find her standing naked in front of my window, staring off into the distance. I walked over to her and wrapped her up in my arms. She was just short enough I could place my chin on her head, completely enveloping her in a hug. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?” I asked.
“Motherhood,” she said.
Oh! FUCK!
“Dont’t worry, we should be fine. It was going to happen- probably this weekend anyway,” she said. Then continued, “But what happens IF I get pregnant?”
“I’d marry you. I’d be here and never leave you.” Did I believe that? Yes, I think I did after a few short weeks that seemed to mold me as much as anything else had.”
“Really? We are both 18 year old college freshman who have only had sex with only each other, and what, 10, 12 times?”
“15 times so far. 15 different ‘events’, but I’ve cum 21 times,” I said, sounding… crazy I suppose.
“And you really think you’d stay around?” she asked, still looking out the window, now gently swaying her body.
“Of course,” I said, rocking with her, maybe meaning it, growing harder.
“You’re insatiable!” she said, pushing back into me. “Fuck me. Now.”
I quickly spun her around and grabbed her arms.
“Oooh!” she said
I pushed her to the love seat, set her hips on the arm of the seat, her body on the cushions, and I grabbed her legs, pulling them up.
“Mmm… Looks like I’ve been a ‘bad girl’, haven’t I…”
No condom, I rubbed my cock on her lips, and she grabbed it and lined it up. Once the tip was just inside her lips, touching the pink opening, I slammed it in.
“Ooooohhh fuuuhhhhk…” she moaned.
Ramming, pile driving my cock in, her left hand stroking her clit, she spoke in a dirty talk I had not heard from her before.
“Fuck… me… pound me… I want you to cum on my face… treat me like a whore…”
I’m not sure where this talk came from, and honestly, I wanted Lori to be more wholesome, but dammit, it was hot!
When I got close, she got on the floor, up on her knees, opened her mouth, and I shot out, covering her face, getting it i to her hair, and some in her mouth. The rest fell down on her tits.
We would not be the same after that. We were no longer two shy kids.
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On Wednesday, 2 days after Labor Day, we went to the library to study. Or whatever. She wanted to have sex on the 4th floor, but had to settle for me fingering her. I wouldn’t let her give me a blowjob- too many people around. When we got back to my dorm, I wanted to fool around, but she said something about needing to go home.
I explained that I had Weekend Drill and probably would be gone all weekend, and that I would miss the home football game.
We were released early enough on Saturday that it was worth the hour drive back to campus. The rest of my squad were all going to go out drinking, and if Lori and I just had sex a couple of times and I didn’t drink, I’d still be better off than the rest of the guys in the unit.
I knew Animal House was having a party, and when I got down to the barroom, I saw Lori making out with some random asshole.
Walking up, I tapped her on her shoulder, and choking back, I said, “Surprise.”
She looked shocked, then tried to play it off, “Oh, hey! Uh, this is a friend of mine from high school! Brad, please meet-”
“No, I don’t fucking care,” was all I could say.
Mister Rando Dude said, “Hey man…” and he reached out to push my shoulder or something.
His hand never made it.
I had his hand twisted around, fingernails touching the top of his arm. He screamed out in pain. I didn’t touch him, punch him or kick him. I probably didn’t even break any fingers. I merely moved his hand into an uncomfortable position.
“BRAD! STOP IT!” Lori yelled.
I did, and I walked away.
I didnt fight for her. I decided she wasn’t worth it. I had given my heart to her, and she couldn’t wait a couple of days before she started making out with some guy- I didn’t care of it was a high school friend, a cousin, or her husband. I didn’t care if she was giving him standing mouth-to-mouth, saving his life.
She broke my heart, and I was done…
(next; Chapter 2- Amber)
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