I knew Kay from the student theater at our university. I was a techie who worked on lights, she designed and made costumes.
She and I had a spark together, but the theater group was full of people hooking up quickly and then being all drama with each other after. We’d let our attraction to each other just smolder.
Then one night, she and I both stayed up until the early hours in a last-minute rush to finish the lighting rig and costumes before a play. We started the evening out with other helpers, but they all drifted away by midnight. It was just us.
We could have been pissed but instead, we had fun working together. I helped her, as much as I could, with the costumes. She helped me with the rigging. And by two AM, we were done, and strangely wired.
We took a walk, in the cool autumn Chicago night. Bought some cider from a street vendor. Wandered a bit; wound up near her place, and she asked me up. The mood was still that of friendship and warmth, but when she’d asked me up, her voice had another, urgent quality. And my “Sure” had the same.
When she walked up the stairs, I watched her amazing legs, her glorious ass moving in her jeans, and thought about how many nights I’d looked at her and found her beautiful. When we got inside, I only had a little time to look curiously around at her room–a well-stacked bookcase, a telescope in one corner–before she turned to face me. Her eyes really big, a little fear there with a question.
She was trying to figure out how to put it into words, so I reached out and put my hands loosely on her hips. Felt her sway towards me. And said “I want you.” I could write in endless fractal detail about how we touched; how we kissed slowly, languorously, how we parted to grin at each other, humor not gone just because sex was there. How I reached out and dragged my thumb along her lower lip, and how she bowed her head and sucked it into her mouth.
I slid my hands up her shirt, across her silky skin, to her breasts–in lace lingerie, to my surprise. She wrapped one leg behind me. The kisses became wilder, she bit my lip. I slid my hand down inside her tight jeans, strong forearm muscles helping against the tight fabric. Cupped her lace-clad pussy in my hand. Pushed up, feeling her softness on my fingers, feeling her raise up on her foot. Having the crazy urge to lift her by her pussy.
She unbuttoned her jeans, I stripped them off. I returned my hand to her pussy and she hooked her chin over my shoulder as I slid fingers into her and started to fingerfuck her. I heard her moans for the first time, little mewls of pleasure.
She was so wet for me. Silky fluid between my fingers. When I slid them up from between her legs they left trails of wetness on her stomach. Now she got bold. Her hand sliding on my thigh. I unbuckled, she pulled down on my jeans and sank to her knees in one motion. Pulled down the top of my boxers, and my cock, totally hard for her already, rolled out rampant, hot against her cheek.
She kissed it. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes. Kissed it. Closed her eyes as she put her fingers around the shaft and rubbed it on her face.
She opened her mouth, a tiny, wet, eager sound, and wrapped just her lips around the head of my cock. Her eyes meeting mine to make sure I was watching her. My hand tousling her hair. Wanting to buck my hips forwards, but waiting.
She pushed her lips down, hesitantly, and I was ready to be patient, happily patient, for her to get used to it. Then she slid her lips down farther, I felt myself hit the back of her throat, I felt it flutter against my cockhead, and she pushed until I was in her throat. Just for a moment.
She pulled back, gasped, a strand of saliva dripping down, and then did it again.
That was the incendiary that started an inferno in me. Her mouth was amazing. But I needed to be in her. Needed that absolutely. I put my hand on her face, I told her, my voice low but steady, “I want to fuck you.”
She smiled around the head of my cock. Let it drop out of her mouth. She gracefully rose, and turned, taking my hand. Led me to her bed.
We tumbled in, her facing away from me. Ass pressed back against me. I kissed her upturned face, wrapped my arms around her.
Her hand came back and guided my cock. Rubbing it against her pussy, and I started to press in, but she said, “No… I don’t have any condoms. Do you?” A prosaic moment in the midst of this. I started to gather the will to hit the brakes, to stop before we did something stupid.
And then she pulled my cock up and down against her wet pussy again, and again, long slow strokes. I wasn’t sure what she was doing, but the softness of her against me was wonderful.
And then she slowly guided it up, until it nestled against her tight little asshole. And she squirmed, pushing back against me.
“Kay,” I said, warningly, but she shook her head, reached out to brace her arms against the wall, and pushed more. I felt her little ring opening, and then the head of my cock was inside her. I had never had that before. It felt wild, intoxicating, new, physically amazing and my spirit was on fire that this is what she’d chosen, what she wanted.
“I just need to feel you in me,” she said, her voice strained with exertion but lurid with pleasure.
I held myself still, and let her guide this. As she reached back with one hand, grabbed her ass, and pulled, spreading herself wider open.
As she rolled her hips, and gathered another inch of my cock into her beautiful ass. Then, achingly slowly, another. I have no idea how long it took. A long time, I think. But every breath of it was suffused with pleasure.
When I was halfway in, she slipped her hand between her legs and started fingerfucking herself. Little liquid sounds. She said “You’re in my ass,” and hearing her own voice seemed to arouse her deeply. “You’re in my ass!” She pushed back with more force, groaned as I went almost fully in. Held me there. And then said “Fuck me now, Tom. I don’t fucking care. Just fuck my ass.” I wrapped one hand in her hair. I kissed her neck. I started to pump my hips back and forth, shallowly at first, feeling the incredible sensation of her tight right squeezing my cock as I stroked in her, out of her.
“I’m fucking your ass, Kay,” I growled in her hear, “I’m just taking it. This is what you wanted.” And she nodded, her hand at work on herself.
I would still pause for long moments, at the start or end of a stroke, to enjoy the overwhelming sensation, to take a moment and try to grab my thoughts out of the maelstrom.
But slowly it became just fucking. Just fucking her ass, every thrust met with a moan from her and from me, our voices getting louder, incoherent. She came, suddenly and shatteringly, and I felt her ass pulse and milk my cock as she did.
I fucked her through her orgasm, needing to fill her, and just as she started to spiral down, I felt the lightning bolt hit my spine and I came hard, crying out her name, cock throbbing wildly, her ass feeling so tight as I pumped my cum into her.
She turned her head back. I kissed her. I was still in her ass. I went to pull out, but she stopped me with a gesture. Lay there, breathing.
My cock softened, and slowly I slipped out of her. Wrapped my arms around her and held her. “That was…” she said, and I finished ‘Incredible”.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uver2k/when_you_just_need_to_be_close_mf_college_anal
This was so hot, but also super sweet. Thank you:)