The rest of the summer passed quickly and as our time together grew shorter, we found more and more reasons to be together. We fucked as often as we didn't, sometimes just going on car rides to talk about what we wanted with our lives. The intimacy of our conversations made the sex that much better, especially after we discussed our fantasies and insecurities. The night before James was supposed to go back to college, I found myself in his room, straddling his lap just like the first time. But instead of making out or riding him, we were just staring at each other. I know it sounds creepy, but it really wasn't. I'd gotten so used to the closeness of him over the summer that the thought of not seeing him again for months made my soul ache. "I'll miss you," I whisper. His hands grip me harder as he nuzzles my neck, "I'll miss you more princess." I pull back and take his face in my hands, kissing him with everything I have. He returns it, his tongue slipping into my mouth and caressi
That first month of college I didn't do anything except go to class, meals and then back to the room. I wasn't trying to be a hermit; there was just so much going on with my classes that I didn't have any free time for anything extra. That didn't stop my roommate Brandy from asking every weekend if I wanted to go out with her and her friends. "It's been a month Al, you need to get out of this room," she tells me as she puts on a very short black dress with nothing under it. I'd learned very quickly that Brandy was confident with her body and wasn't shy in showing it off. "I have projects due," I remind her, gesturing to my open books. "And so do you, we have three of the same classes." She waves me off, "look girl, college is about the experiences not just classes. You don't want to look back in twenty years and regret not going out and living your life. Plus you might get laid and judging by some of the sounds you make in your sleep, you need it." My face goes red. I had had
True to her word Brandy doesn't ask me out again until Halloween. When I reminded her of our deal she argued that it doesn't really count as going out since it's a dorm party. So against my better judgement, come Halloween I'm in the common area dressed as, I'm actually not sure what. Something with ears on a headband and a tiny leotard that fit like a second skin. Brandy was in a matching one across the room, a boy on either side of her. About an hour into the party I'm ready to go back to the room, but as I start to leave, strong arms wrap around my waist and a voice in my ear growls, "miss me princess?" I'm so startled that all I can do is ask, "James?" He chuckles in my ear, "expecting someone else?" I relax into his chest, letting his smell envelope me, "I wasn't even expecting you, but I'm glad you're here." I pause a second before asking, "wait, how are you here?" "Your roommate stole my number and messaged me," he explains. "Said something about how you're becoming a her
When thanksgiving rolls around, James and I find ourselves both making the trip home. Partly to see our parents but mostly as an excuse to see each other. He picks me up the first day of Thanksgiving break, giving me a long scorching kiss the second I get in his truck. “I missed you princess,” he says against my lips. “I missed you more daddy,” I say as I bite his bottom lip. He chuckles and pulls away, “we should get going. It’s a long drive and I have a feeling we’ll be making a few unscheduled stops.”“And by unscheduled you mean?”He puts a hand on my thigh and slides it up until it’s almost touching my center, “you know exactly what I mean. But, if I have to spell it out,” his hand brushes against me and I’m immediately flushed, “I’m going to fuck you all the way home and all the way back.” He rubs me a second longer before pulling away and starting his truck. It rumbles to life and he carefully pulls out of the lot and onto the road. I watch him drive, once again amazed at h
"I can't believe I let you talk me into this," I tell James as I peer down at the ground below us. The ski lift that we are on shakes slightly and I grab the bar for dear life, certain that we are going to fall to our deaths at any moment. James, however, seems unfazed by the height or the shaking. "Relax princess," he says as he puts an arm around me. "We're almost to the top and then it's a quick ride to the bottom." "Like you'd know anything about a quick ride," I mutter, snuggling into his side. Despite the heavy snowsuit, two pairs of long underwear and socks, hat, gloves, scarf and mittens I'm currently wearing, I'm still freezing. I should be used to it by now since our family comes to the ski resort every year for Christmas until after the new year, a tradition we started when the parents got married. James had taken to snowboarding right away and was usually only seen at breakfast and dinner while the rest of us liked to lounge by the heated indoor pool. My entire body sh
The months after Christmas break and James’s revelation passed in a hectic blur of finals, half of which I’m sure I failed. The longer I was at school, the more it became clear that it was not for me. My only saving grace was James. He visited me as often as he could, took me out on dates and dicked me down until we both were exhausted. And when he couldn’t visit, we texted constantly, he sent me food and gifts, and would stay up late on video calls helping me study. School wasn’t all we talked about though. Between the studying and fucking, we managed to plan our first trip to Paris. When I had brought up going to Paris first, James had smiled and told me he’d take care of everything. Which is how, after a brutal last final and a tearful goodbye to our parents, we found ourselves in first class on our way to the city of love. The overhead lights dim and I snuggle deeper into James. We've been on this flight for eight hours already and still had another ten. I'm incredibly antsy
My hands tangle in James's hair as his head bobs between my legs, his tongue stroking my pussy. He takes his time, memorizing my folds with his tongue while two of his fingers slowly stroke my insides. I moan as his tongue circles my clit and his lips give it a teasing suck. James loves teasing, not that I mind, he's very good at what he does. My hips jerk as his fingers graze the sensitive spot inside me his licking turns from teasing to eating like it was his last meal. His fingers thrust harder, grazing my spot over and over while his lips suck on my clit mercilessly. My fingers dig into his scalp and pull his hair harshly as I explode with a yell. My hands release his head and I lay there trying to breath. If this was how our first day in Paris was starting, I had high hopes for the rest of it. James comes and lays beside me, his hand running across my skin lightly, "good morning." "A very good morning," I say, giving him a loving look. After his confession at Christmas we had
“I’m not going in there,” I tell the group as I peer down at the tiny hole in the ground that leads to the Paris catacombs. “Nope, I’ve seen this movie and it doesn’t end well for the scantly clad women.” “It’s the only way to get to the rave,” Pierre tells us. “It’s only five feet and then it opens into a normal sized corridor that will take us to the best party in all of Paris.” I turn to James, “when you said this party was to die for, I didn’t think you meant we’d actually die!” The others in the group chuckle a little as James answers, “we don’t have to go if you don’t want to.” “Tickets are non refundable,” Pierre says quickly. I sigh and look at the others in our group, “and all of you are ok with the death hole?” They all smile and nod and I look back at James, “fine, I’ll go. But you have to go first and catch me.” He smiles gently, “that was always the plan baby.” Looking back at Pierre I reluctantly nod, “let’s do this death trap.” He laughs and starts to help peopl