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Things get complicated
Hopefully I haven't lost my touch. Be nice. There's a lot of plot like usual and it's long, no whining.

‘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?”


“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.”


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!


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?


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… it’s only natural for me to be like this when you’re naked.”


“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.


“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.”


“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?

Questions? Comments? Suggestions?

Anonymous readerReport

2015-11-29 19:08:48
Get a moment of clairty and throw her off. Then tell Kara. Cat fight!!!


Anonymous readerReport

2015-06-03 08:09:19
NO; don't give in to "the debbil" lol. Seriously though; to many biotches want the challenge and don't care that she'll ruin a great relationship. It doesn't matter if they're caught. What matters is he cheated & in this case it'd tear Dan up inside!!

Anonymous readerReport

2014-09-05 14:08:48
Von, please, it's been so long!!

anonymous readerReport

2013-09-13 01:52:39
JG3Iwz Thanks so much for the article.Thanks Again. Awesome.

anonymous readerReport

2013-08-10 23:03:32
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

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