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.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qisph5/she_looked_at_me_its_just_a_bit_of_fun_mf_college
Too good. Been in ” the” same place
Wow your writing style is amazing. the details, the dynamic, the moodiness, would definitely read a book from u