She looked at me, “It’s just a bit of fun.” [M/F] [College] [Dorm] [Cheating].

There was a raucous applause as the professor concluded his lecture, “Next week, we’ll ‎be going to Africa, and seeing how Things Fall Apart.” A giggle erupted as the students stood ‎up from their red theatre chairs and funneled towards the doors to leave the beloved professor’s ‎class.‎

I stood outside waiting for Julia, watching as my peers chattered about their weekend ‎plans, getting ready for the many Halloween parties which Norton University was so famous ‎for. Clouds in the sky began cumulating ‎— ‎marking the nearing of the forecasted storm. I ‎stepped back into the theatre lobby, seeming to wander aimlessly, until she caught my eye. Her ‎soft white figured was clad in a fawn sweatshirt, her shoulders exposed and her pierced nipples ‎poking out from beneath. Her elegant face peered out from behind the golden locks which ‎framed her face, and her big, beautiful, blue-grey eyes met mine. Michael, rotund and gay, ‎followed behind her, sporting an ostentatious long brown leather coat, which feigned at hiding ‎his gut.‎

‎“There you are!” she squeaked.‎

‎“Here I am,” I replied, bumping fists with Michael.‎

‎“I literally fell asleep in the lecture,” she told me.‎

‎“It’s a shame, it was actually pretty interesting, maybe you’d be able to stay awake if ‎you hadn’t slept for only 20 minutes last night,” I jested, reminding her of our conversation ‎after our morning class. ‎

We made our way out of the theatre and down the spiraling street, headed towards the ‎dorms. The clouds grew darker, so I lit a cigarette to lighten up my mood. They chatted about ‎frivolous happenings at the college and gossiped about other young men and women.‎

‎“Can I have a drag?” asked Julia ‎

I nodded my head and gave her the cigarette, her fingers lingered over mine. She put the ‎stick up to her lips, covering the tip and inhaling the smoke, then pulled it from her mouth ‎before raising it back in, this time breathing deeper, and handed it back to me. The taste of the ‎cigarette was now sweet, her lips left a certain ambrosial residue, along with faint marks of ‎lipstick.‎

‎“Are you chewing gum?” I inquired.‎

“No, why?”‎

‎“The mouth feels sweet, I guess you just taste good.”‎

‎“Oh.” She bit her lips.‎

As we approached the college dorms, I remembered my conversation with Julia ‎conversation from this morning. She had been distant for the past week, busy with school and ‎relationships, she had said, offhandedly mentioning she began seeing someone. It had taken me ‎by surprise, as I had distinctly remembered her saying she was “not the type to date people”. A ‎burning feeling in my chest and shoulders had taken me over, and was beginning to do so again. ‎I wanted to know more.‎

At this point Michael was walking a few feet in front of us, texting somebody on his ‎phone, His eyes were heavy. Mentioning in passing that he had to get ready for a Halloween ‎party later that night at Sigma Epsilon Chi . I presumed Julia had similar plans. Nearing the ‎college dorms I decided to ask her, knowing I’d be overcome with regret during the weekend ‎for not doing so.‎

‎“So, tell me about him, what happened to not being the type to see people?” I asked ‎valiantly, hoping for a way in.‎

‎“I make exceptions, he’s just—”‎

‎“Oh, he’s just amazing,” Michael cut in, “very pretty.”‎

‎“I’m just in love, I think.”‎

‎“If I had known you were capable of love, I would have asked you out.” I regretted the ‎words as I said them, they fell out of my mouth reflexively like a hammer to a knee.‎

She stopped. I stopped. Michael was ahead already nearing the door, and walked into the ‎building, not noticing our interruption. I smoked the last of the cigarette, and dropped it onto ‎the tarmac, and moved my boot over it.‎

‎“What do you mean?”‎

‎“I mean, I thought we could have been something, I think we’d work.”‎

She stared into my eyes, and I stared into hers, a cold autumn wind began blowing, ‎pushing crisp orange and red leaves onto the ground where we stood. A red fire began swelling ‎in my soul as she stepped closer toward me. I grabbed her face as she looked up at me and I ‎brought it close to mine. Our lips met, and our tongues embraced, before she pulled away.‎

‎“Wait, I need to show you something, follow me.”‎

I followed her into the building, Michael seemed to have disappeared, no one else was ‎in the lobby, and the two of us were the only people in the world. She grabbed my hand and ‎pulled me up the stairs, leading into a warm, cramped copper-green hallway. She stopped at a ‎door and pulled out her keys, still grasping my hand.‎

Julia’s dorm room was small, secluded, and serene, seemingly sweet. White bedsheets ‎cascaded over her mattress and potted vines crawled over her windowsill and walls. The usual ‎messy desk and bookshelves were present. She ushered me into her room and pushed me onto ‎her bed. This was odd. She locked her door and put down her backpack facing towards me. ‎Where was this going? She breathed a deep breath, her tongue shyly poked out from her mouth, ‎and grazed her red lips. I did not expect this. She put her arms around my neck and climbed ‎onto my lap. I liked where this was going. Our bodies pressed against each other, warm, ‎throbbing. Drawing from experience, I hadn’t felt like this before. As if there was a psychic ‎connection between our minds, our bodies worker together, every hand knew where to go, every ‎finger knew how to touch, every leg knew how to hold, both our lips knew where to kiss. Storm ‎clouds outside darked the room, they were curtains for the window. I grabbed her waist and ‎picked her up, rolling her over, laying her flat on her bed.‎

Her hands snaked down her body and pulled off her shirt, her silver piercings rested ‎against pink nipples, slowly hardening; her breasts, large and firm pressed against her ribs. I ‎pulled off my shirt before pulling down her pants to reveal sexy underwear. This was going to ‎be fun. I put my lips to the mound above her pussy, pecking and kissing as it lifted and fell with ‎her breath. The warm air from my mouth added to the heat between her legs. Holding tight onto ‎her waist, I moved my mouth father south. I let my tongue meet the hood her hood, before ‎making acquaintance with her clit. She gasped as I moved my tongue in circles on her pussy. I ‎felt her hands make their way to the roots of my long hair, grabbing and pulling and recoiling ‎from the pleasure, I was doing something right, she showed me with her touch.‎

Her moaning got louder, and she beckoned over, I climbed up her body and laid rest eye ‎to eye, her mouth eager to bite my lips again. She moved herself on top and I took out my cock, ‎she grabbed it and lead it into her gates, like snake charmer. As she moved up and down it got ‎harder than it had ever been before, throbbing, shaking, her moans echoed in the small room, ‎bouncing off walls like ball on a squash court. Up and down, the equestrian bounced, absorbing ‎the love I had to give to her. ‎

‎“Good girl.”‎

She smiled in ecstasy and began to change her rhythm. Julia was in control of her ‎pleasure, my body was hers, and her body was mine, two halves separated, united again. She ‎continued to move her hips over mine in all directions and mixing our parts like a confection. A ‎loud blissful whisper emanated from her mouth, as her movements stopped, she climbed off ‎and fell beside me. ‎

Our bodies sprawled across the white bedsheets. She stretched her arms across my ‎chest, and I put mine around her neck and shoulders, more kisses and cuddles punctuated our ‎adventure. For a few moments life was stood still, a beautiful girl rested in my arms, still, ‎unwavering, unfaltering, like a cherub in prayer. I reached across the bed and pulled out a ‎cigarette from my jacket.‎

‎“Sweeten it for me.” I said to her, as I put it in her mouth and lit the tobacco. ‎

She exhaled thin vapour up into the air, and it fizzled into the popcorn ceiling. I took the ‎short white stick and blew an accompanying cloud. ‎

‎“You’re not inhaling properly.”‎

‎“Shut up,” she giggled.‎

Our bodies rested for a few minutes until the entire cigarette turned to ash. I looked at ‎her bright beautiful body, backed into the bedsheets. The bed, the nidus of our love was a vast, ‎untouched canvas, and she was a work of art. I began to re-dress and sat back on the bed across ‎from her.‎

‎“I still love him.”‎

‎“You haven’t even told me his name.”‎

‎“You’ll meet him, he has to meet my friends eventually”‎

‎“So… what was this?”‎

She looked into my eyes before replying, “A bit of fun, just a bit of fun. I don’t think ‎he’d like the idea of this once him and I get serious.”‎

‎“Right.”‎

I stood up from the bed and gathered my things. The burning feeling returned, more ‎painful than ever, and spread past my shoulders, down my arms, so that the tips of my fingers ‎began to itch. She got up and gave me a hug, and a kiss on the cheek, and led me to the door. I ‎walked out back into the small, copper-green hallway, and let out a sigh. I walked down the ‎hall, down the wooden stairs, back into the lobby and out the door of the residence building. I ‎walked out onto the street, surrounded by a university campus older than my country. I took out ‎and lit another cigarette — they really do ease the anxiety, but this one wasn’t sweet. ‎

The clouds still dark, began to leak. I felt a raindrop hit my eye. I wiped it away with a ‎single finger. The smoke blurred the road ahead as I reoriented myself, and began to walk to the ‎train station.‎

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  1. Wow your writing style is amazing. the details, the dynamic, the moodiness, would definitely read a book from u

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