Old [F]lings, steamy times

The first months of college are always the roughest. You're meeting dozens of new people in a new place within a new community. Midst all that new you crave the old. By this point in my life I had considered myself experienced in the ways of love and sex. I was still in communication with my ex-boyfriend and we would text late into the night about our unbridled passions desire to reunite our bodies. He promised me the world, promised he would take me to Europe, and exploe the Swiss alps, the fjords of Norway or any other place my heart desired. Weeks went by and one day he made me an offer I couldn't refuse: could he come visit me for a night at school? Plans were made, tickets were bought, and before I knew it he was on a Greyhound bus. It was a cold, rainy late September weekend and to my dismay I discovered the bus was going to drop him off 7 miles off campus. The town my school was in wasn't very large, so to be proactive I borrowed my friends bike and started my journey to meet him. It was late, almost 11 at night and I had a difficult time controlling two bikes while studying a paper me. There was a cool breeze cutting through the air, blowing my hair into my mouth and eyes. Over the river, I made it a few blocks only to be stopped by a cop car that rolled up next to me. "Excuse me, but where did you get those bikes? Did you steal them?" "NO, officer, I'm just visiting a friend and am using them to help get us back to campus" A strange sight I must have made on a Friday night, walking all alone on a dark sidewalk. He let me pass without further incident and I made my way through the neighborhoods to the outskirts of town. By then it had begun to rain, my phone was dying and I was lost, desperate to try and find him. We met on the edge of a corn field, the wind blowing leaves around us. We were wet, soaking, shivering with cold and excitement. He didn't say a word at first, just clasped me in his arm, sharing his warmth and feeling my body against his for the first time in months. Through the layers he could feel shivers racking my body and offered me his sweater. We mounted the bikes and raced back to campus. By the time we arrived back it was nearing 1 o'clock and the security worker at the front door gave us a strange look as if he knew what was yet to come, two bedraggled strangers who had emerged out of the darkness. We climbed the stairs to my room. My roommate was gone, giving us a night full of privacy to fulfill our fantasies. The door closed. I walked up to him, hugging him from behind so he could feel my body, my breasts pushing gently against his back. In that moment, he was all that I wanted. He turned and to my sinful delight I could feel his erection beneath his wet jeans. I began to peel off the layers slowly, exposing his steaming skin to the cool temperature of my room and saw goosebumps growing. Before I knew it he stood before me, naked, his body outlined by the light from the window. I found myself aroused, wet from more than just the rain. Oh how I longed to feel his body pressed against mine. He guided me up into my bed, pulled the covers over us, and held me for a long time. He began to nibble my ear, whispering all the things he had wanted to do to me. I could feel my cheeks blush as images of us together blew through my mind. Desperate for relief, I started to kiss him, trailing down his neck, past his elegant collarbone, pausing at his nipple. I teased, gazing up at him mid kiss with a quick wink. "Take me" I whispered, encouraging him. He rolled me onto my back and pinned my hands above my head. "You utter tease, begging for me to take you, now you're going to enjoy this" He was right, I wanted nothing more than to feel him pounding me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and rose up to meet him. My hands traced patterns on his smooth, broad back as I felt him tease my clit with his hard cock. Never had I felt so aroused. I was moaning and he had yet to enter me. Moments later, my wish was granted, he plunged between my lips, filling me up. OH! I called out, I felt as if my entire body was responding to his. Fuck yes, I felt myself cum but he kept going, faster and faster until I screamed in pleasure, and we collapsed, utterly spent from our efforts. We awoke the next morning, still naked and glowing from our night together. His phone buzzed beneath me and to my dismay his ride was an hour away. Extracting ourselves from the bed, we scrambled to find clothing. I watched him dress, aware that I might not see him for months, watching the soft cotton cover his well defined torso. I put out a hand and stopped him, using the other to rub his length through his boxers and to my pleasure I found him already hard. I turned him around and pushed him into a chair, his eyes burning with desire. "Ride me " He pleaded, eager to feel me again Being the tease that I am, I refused, pulling down his boxers to his ankles and spreading his legs so I could gaze unobstructed. I traced my hands along his inner thigh, feeling him quiver in anticipation; my hands found themselves stroking his throbbing cock, feeling it twitch in excitement. I leaned over, my breasts spilling over my bra, and kissed his tip with my lips. Gazing up at him, I slowly enveloped him in my mouth while I massaged his balls in my hand. Faster and faster I went, teasing him with my tongue until he released a hot load into my mouth, and I swallowed satisfied. "You are too good at this…" He said after a few minutes. "I know, which is why you'll keep coming back" I permitted him to dress, and within minutes his ride was at the building's front door. He left as quick as he came, leaving only memories of a passionate night.

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