During my college senior spring, one of just two classes I took was an acting class. I just needed any credit, plus a few friends were taking it, including some girls on the cheerleading team, so I figured what the heck. Oh, and I lived in a house just a block away from the edge of campus where the theater was, making the commute to class unbeatable.
One hot, sweaty day near the end of the semester, we were performing small group scenes. The professor decided our theme would be water — namely, throwing water all over each other and staying cool. He was fun and ridiculous that way, and it really got us out of the awkwardness that sometimes stifled a theater class full of non-actors.
I don’t remember what my group’s scene was, but we all ended up standing in a line in front of our audience of classmates. I’d been one of the lucky recipients of water thrown on me, and my t-shirt was halfway off, just draped over one shoulder. Now, I’m handsome, and I’ve always stayed in decent enough shape playing intramural sports, but that semester, since I had little else to do, I’d been hitting the gym a few times a week. Nothing crazy, but dumbbell workouts had my upper body looking muscular and trim.
As we stood in front of the class, a voice piped up and said, “Damn, okay, firstlast1180 with the bod!” I looked over and made eye contact with Monica, a cheerleader who I’d gotten to know some through my other friends in the class, but always wished I knew her a little better. She wore a halfway grin on her face, which was stunning: high cheekbones, a few freckles on her tan springtime skin that contrasted beautifully with gleaming blond hair, and absolutely striking green eyes. As I looked at her, those eyes broke contact and I saw them flit down to my shorts, which showed a lot of thigh and, after her “bod” comment, a bit of a bulge.
Class ended, and as we filed out, I was a few feet behind Monica, watching her hips sway in a pretty skimpy pair of cutoff denim shorts. As a cheerleader, she took good care of herself. She wasn’t too tall, but compact and strong, and the muscles in her legs shone as she opened the door into the bright sun. She turned to hold the door, I thanked her, and with a little glint in her eye, she asked if I wanted a ride home. I told her thanks, but I was only a block away.
“Perfect,” she said with a smile. “Do you have somewhere I can park?”
I stammered, a little taken aback. “Um — sure, yeah, you, uh, you wanna hang for a bit?”
“I’ve got nowhere else to be today. And it’s so nice out! It’s the house with the backyard and deck, right? I was there for the tailgate party last weekend. Didn’t realize you lived there!” A little dumbstruck, I told her she was right, and hopped in the car for the 30 seconds it took to get home. In the house, I opened two cold beers, switched on my bluetooth speaker, and we went out and sat in chairs on the sunny deck.
“It’s so nice out here,” Monica said again. “I’ve gotta take advantage of this tanning opportunity.” And with that, she whisked off the little striped top she’d been wearing, revealing her toned abs and perky, round breasts in a tiny, white lacy bralette. She took a long swig of beer, and a drop of condensation dripped off and rolled right down the middle of her chest.
I was starting to get more excited, thinking back to her compliment in class, and I started to get genuinely hard. I took my shirt off too, leaned back in my chair, and saw Monica eyeing me up and down, making no effort to hide it. “You’ve been working out. Looking swole,” she cooed with a giggle.
“You’re not looking too bad yourself,” I replied, my confidence growing. “I mean, I’ve always thought you looked really good.”
“Ehh, we’re not even in season.” Monica trailed off, her eyes not moving from my thigh, where my fully hard dick stretched at the inseam of my shorts. The next moment, she set her beer down, got out of her chair, and climbed onto my lap. She kissed me, hard, and ground her hips on my shorts a few times. Next thing I knew, she was kneeling on the deck in front of me. She started to rub me through my shorts, then quickly undid my zipper, reached in, and pulled out my now throbbing penis.
She gasped a little bit as she ran her thumb over the tip, which was gushing pre-cum by this point. “Wow, the bod is nice, but *this*… this…” She thought better of saying any more, and took me straight into her throat, as deep as she could go. After a few seconds, she came up for air with a hungry look in her green eyes, said nothing, and went back to work.
This was a talented girl. Her tongue and lips worked in sync, kissing and licking every part of my shaft. Then, she took it in both of her dainty hands and, making eye contact, put one of my balls in her mouth, then the other, stroking my wet cock the whole time. It was almost too much, and I put a hand on her wrists to stop her. The only word I could manage to say was “Inside.”
I yanked my shorts back on just enough to walk the 20 feet to my room. We hurried in, and I turned to lock the door. When I turned around, Monica was laying on my bed, fully naked, touching herself. I almost came in my shorts right then, but managed to slip them off and join her on the bed.
She looked at me with those eyes, and said, “I want your fat, veiny cock inside me.” I was not accustomed to dirty talk, and had certainly never heard that one outside of a porn video, but it gave me a burst of sexual energy, and I wasted no time obeying her. She was tight, really tight, but just as wet. I started slow like I usually have to, and after a few thrusts, she gasped, “Harder.”
I grabbed her wrists with one hand, pinned them above her head, and pumped with fast, deep strokes. Her tits bouncing in rhythm, Monica let out moan after moan. Loud. After a minute, I stood up, pulled her to the edge of the bed, re-pinned her wrists, started rubbing her clit with my other hand while fucking her as deep as I could go. It wasn’t an easy position to maintain, but I didn’t have to for long, because soon she was bucking her whole body, gasping as waves of orgasm took her over the edge.
I collapsed on the edge of the bed next to her, and we lay silent other than the sound of our labored breathing. Somehow, Monica recovered faster than I did, and sat up. “Wow, firstlast1180. Nice work.” I grinned, trying to come up with something to say, but she had more to say: “You deserve a reward. Plus, I didn’t get enough of this before we came in here.”
She rolled onto her stomach, pushed up onto her knees, and took me in her mouth once again. She made a big show of licking off the juices that my cock was soaked in, again keeping her eyes locked on mine. After taking me in her throat for another minute, she started licking the underside of my cock head, massaging my shaft with one hand and my balls with the other. I exploded, shooting a jet of cum onto her cheek, before she clamped her lips down on me and sucked the rest of it out herself.
Neither of us said much after that. We laid in bed for a few minutes, she got cleaned up, and headed out to her car. Our only regret, as we discussed the next time we saw each other, was that we’d waited so long in the semester to do this, but better late than never.
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