We hadn’t been in the country long; most of us couldn’t name half of the other students in our study abroad group. I stuck close with the girls from my college, one ended up being my roommate, another wasn’t far away on the Metro. In a crash-course language program, I’d made friends with a girl from another small college elsewhere in our home country. The only other student from her college was Kevin, so he joined our group despite being the only guy. In retrospect, I think he liked it more than he let on. Kevin ended up within walking distance of my host family’s place, we quickly became thick as thieves during after-class adventures around our new city, especially since he and my roommate were taking courses at the same place this semester. Before any of us even had time to get to know our host families, all of them had taken off on a long-weekend destination wedding vacation for someone’s daughter. My little friend group wasted no time taking advantage of this country’s lowered drinking age; we stormed the nearest grocery store for a whopping eight bottles of wine, and returned to our place (my roommate and I played the “two of us already live here” card a lot for the rest of the semester; most of our gatherings took place around our host family’s kitchen table) to teach each other drinking games. I hadn’t been a drinker back home, so the smallest amount of wine made me goofy as all hell. After a few hours and disappearing at least six bottles of wine, I changed into my pajamas, and took off my makeup as a hint that I was tired and wanted the party to end.
One friend had gone home for the night, Kevin’s college-mate had already claimed the living room couch as opposed to returning home, so my roommate, Kevin, our mutual friend and I all crammed into my tiny room. I was still fairly adamant about going to sleep, so I sat on my bed. Kevin sat next to me, the two other girls bookended us. I flopped backward onto the bed, all three of my friends did the same. Without any warning, my roommate and the other girl both said “well, it’s late, I’m tired, I’m going to bed” or something to that effect, and disappeared from the room, shutting the door behind them. I don’t think the look of confusion had cleared from my face before I felt Kevin’s lips lightly touch my cheek… did the other girls know something I didn’t? A soft gasp escaped my lips when I felt his touch my cheek again, my eyes slammed shut, and I froze. I felt Kevin hover over me, his hand grazed my jaw opposite the cheek still tingling from his kisses… and after what felt like an eternity, I felt his warm lips against mine. My head spun, half from confusion, half from the tickling idea that someone wanted to kiss me- wait. I sat up and pushed him away. “I thought you said you had a girlfriend.” “I did.” I blinked a few times and shook my head. “Well then-“ I waved a hand between us “what’s this?” He shrunk away and whispered “I… I’m not sure.” My voice trembled, “I’m not the home-wrecking type, Kevin.” “I know… I don’t- I didn’t-“ he sputtered. I scooted toward the head of my bed, away from him, and sat with my back against the wall, drawing my knees to my chest. I heard him inhale and exhale sharply as he straightened up, and turned toward me. “I… I didn’t really want to stay with her when I left.” I felt the blood drain out of my face and the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I heard him laugh nervously, “I-I didn’t expect something like this to happen, not this fast, not at all…” he hung and shook his head. I softened the grip on my knees, laughed quietly, and admitted my own reservations I figured he shared, “Not with someone who has the same passport you do…?” He laughed and shot me a trusting look. “Well… yeah, when you put it that way.” I let my knees fall toward him, laughed, and shook my head with a soft sigh. I waved a hand in the direction of my roommate’s room and the living room, and whispered, “Did you tell them something?” “NO!” Kevin whisper-yelled. “I guess they felt something and when they left so fast I was like… well I guess I’m supposed to shoot my shot, like everything lined up or something.” He shook his head and covered his face in his palm. I bit my lip as I felt the tension between us thicken. “So you… you wanted to do that…?” Kevin sighed, and scooted back on the bed until his back was against the wall like mine. His eyes shut, and the corners of his mouth cracked the smallest smile. “I mean… you just… how could I not? I’ve never been around someone who seemed so sure of themselves before, you practically ooze confidence and I’ve never noticed myself finding that so… *sexy.*” I turned toward him a little more, resting my head on the wall. “I had no idea!” His eyes fluttered open and shifted toward mine. “That’s probably 90% of why it’s so attractive, you don’t know you’re doing it, or maybe you don’t care.” I felt my face flush, “…should I care?” “You did say you weren’t the home-wrecking kind a minute ago.” “I… didn’t intend to be, I guess. I think I’m still a little thrown by this whole thing.”
The air between us felt warmer, or maybe it was Kevin closing in while I was still trying to hide my rosy cheeks. He whispered, “Don’t be.” I felt a gentle finger underneath my chin, raising my face up in line with his. Another tiny gasp escaped my lips as they parted to accept his. He kissed me tenderly, the slightest bit harder than the first time, like he’d become more sure of himself. He flicked his tongue across my bottom lip, and I pulled away again. “What about-“ “Don’t worry about her.” He inched closer to me, his knees a hair away from touching mine. I felt him tuck a lock of hair behind my ear before he gently pulled my face into his again. He rested his forehead on mine, and I felt his free hand graze my knee. “She’s my problem, not yours.” Our lips locked again, and I gave in. My hands floated over his shoulders, collapsing behind his neck. I let him taste me when his tongue flicked my lip this time. Our tongues tangled together, the last bits of his last glass of red wine had lingered there. The idea that this was still a drunken fling crossed my mind as Kevin’s hand fell from my jaw down the curve of my spine until it found the small of my back. He pulled me toward him gently, shifting my hips forward so he could lay me down onto the bed, gingerly setting my head on my pillow like he was tucking me in for the night. I felt him lower himself on top of me, just enough for me to tell he was there, but not enough that I couldn’t stop him at any point if I wanted to. His lips moved from mine to my neck, one hand tipping my chin off to one side to give him better access, the other tracing the curves of my waist. I bit my lip in an attempt to quiet my labored breathing; Kevin’s hand carved a trail between the top of my pajama pants to the bottom of my ribs underneath my shirt. Each time he moved, his fingers pushed the elastic to my pants down a centimeter at at time, then inched further up my ribcage, dipping into the spaces between the bones as he got closer and closer to my trembling breasts. He moved just enough for me to tell what he was up to, but not so much that he’d hit anything I didn’t want him to without permission. He had started kissing my collarbone by now, the fabric of my shirt crumpling up toward my chest as he rocked his hand back and forth. I dug my fingers into his shirt behind his defined shoulder blades. His lips left my collarbone for a moment, “You okay?” I laughed nervously. “Yeah, I just-“ my hands twisted his shirt “can you-“ he laughed, and his hot breath hit my neck. He straightened his back, crossed his arms behind his head and slid his shirt off, tossing it off to the side of my bed. His chest radiated warmth as he lowered back down to kiss me again. I felt his shoulders, his biceps, his chest… not that you’d instantly tell from looking at him with a shirt on, but every single one of his muscles was leanly defined. I remembered he said something about playing water polo since high school during a conversation with our friends the day before; must have been the cause.
He could feel me working my way around his body, so he slid a hand underneath my waist, wrapped the other underneath and around my shoulders, turned, and flipped his back into the mattress, swinging me up on top of him. My legs split and I could feel something pulsing in his jeans when we landed. His hands lightly scratched my back over my shirt as my hands traced his abs. He smiled and chuckled nervously when he watched me bite the corner of my lip again; he’s figured out I do this when something turns me on and I’m trying to hide it this quickly. “Decent view?” “Uh, I mean, I didn’t know there was anything I’d want to see until like ten minutes ago…?” Kevin pulled me closer to him until I could feel him exhale on my neck. “So you wanted to?” I tickled his stomach, feeling his abs contract under my hands. He hugged me and held me up against his torso, burying his face in my shoulder until my fingers stopped wriggling. “I want more now, though…” My hands escaped from between our stomachs, and cupped each side of his face. I kissed him hard, slipping my tongue into his mouth this time. I felt his hands grip my hips, rocking them into his so I could feel him growing behind the zipper of his jeans as we made out. His hands traveled up my curves, pushing my shirt up as he moved. The cool night air slipping in through my cracked window caressed the bottom of my breasts as Kevin snuck them out of my shirt. I stretched my arms out behind his head, arching my back, pressing my chest into his. Kevin grabbed the bunched up fabric on my back, and slid it over my head, letting it pool on his chest, barely covering mine. He flipped me onto my back again, flicking my shirt off of my chest onto his on the floor. He straightened up to watch the moonlight run across my body, and I heard him whisper “holy shit” before he leaned down to kiss me. His lips pressed against mine with a new kind of passion, continued down my neck and my collarbone to my naked chest. He looked up at me for a moment until my eyes met his and gave him silent permission to keep going. His tongue wrapped around a nipple while a hand softly pinched and twisted the other. I felt my back arch, and his free hand slipped into the space, pulling my hips down into his. The button at the top of his pants had come undone, and the first few zipper teeth had come apart too. I soaked through my panties a while ago, but I could tell my pants were starting to get wet, and I wondered if he already knew. He switched to taste my other nipple, circling the recently freed one with his thumb. The hand that had pulled my hips against his was playing with the elastic on my pants again, his thumb curled underneath it, sliding back and forth to tease me. I laced my fingers through his hair, and parted my legs a little more, letting his zipper rake against my fabric-covered slit. I moaned softly and pushed his head into my chest. He rubbed his face between my boobs one more time, and kissed his way back up to my lips. I could feel him panting as his chest lowered onto mine. My feet wrapped around his ankles, stretching my hips apart a little more. Kevin sucked on an earlobe and traced his fingers around the curve of one of my boobs, down my stomach, stopping at my pajama pants again. “Is this-“ “Please?” I gasped. His hand plunged underneath my pants and my useless panties. I heard him gasp when he realized how wet I was, his voice trembled as he commented on it. “You made your bed,” I chuckled. I felt a smile crack across his lips before he kissed my neck. His fingers slid back and forth, up and down along my soaked lips, circling my clit each time his fingers got close to it. I could feel his eyes watching my chest heave up and down, faster as my breathing hastened again. The teasing was killing me; I bit my lip again to try to ground myself. Kevin caught me, deftly split me open with his ring and index fingers, and plunged his middle finger inside me with a soft squelch. I gasped loudly and covered my mouth with a hand. Kevin wrapped his fingers around my hand, and gently tugged it away from my mouth while planting soft kisses all along my neck. “I like hearing you,” he whispered in my ear. His finger slipped in and out of me with an almost mechanical rhythm, I didn’t notice his hand turning inside me until his thumb pressed my clit like a button. I moaned softly again, turning my head toward his. He leaned up and kissed my lips softly. “Like that, you sound so hot right now…” His middle finger had found my g-spot, and he slipped his index finger inside me to add more pressure. My back arched as he circled inside and out of me. He shifted his weight and I could feel his chest on mine again; the pressure of his fingers inside me changed slightly, my pants curved down around his wrist, and my legs opened wider. Kevin inhaled sharply, kissed me hard, then kissed down my neck and my collarbone again as he sped his fingers up inside me. I felt him kiss my stomach, and slip the elastic of my pants off of the dips in my hips one at a time. My pants jumped down past Kevin’s hand, his lips traveled down until he could flick my clit with his tongue. My whole body shuddered, I didn’t want him to stop. He pulled his hand out of me and I whined. He laughed lightly, and his hot breath tickled my cunt. He kissed my clit softly, and slipped his tongue inside my slit. I groaned, and pressed his face between my legs. “Mmmm-“ he grumbled. “Hmm?” He looked up and pulled away from my crotch, “You taste so sweet…” I chuckled nervously, and I could feel him move up to my face again. “See?” He kissed me hard with a lot of tongue. I bit and sucked on his top and bottom lips. “God, you’re naughty…” he moaned. “I couldn’t have imagined…” I flicked my tongue across my lips, swiping away any last bit of myself he’d left on me.
I started to fiddle with his zipper with both hands, and eventually freed his cock from its denim trap. He moaned softly as he felt my hands around him, resting his forehead on mine again. Our eyes locked, I could see something deep in his, some kind of fire I hadn’t noticed before. They flecked with desperation and desire in the moonlight. Kevin wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and his eyes fluttered closed, like he was trusting me to do what I wanted with him. I stroked his cock up and down, played with his pulsating balls, feeling his hot breath on my neck was making me even wetter than before. An hour ago, I didn’t realize Kevin had been thinking about me at night instead of his girlfriend, and now all I could think about was what I wanted him to do to me with this thick shaft. Kevin buried his face in the space where my neck and my shoulder meet, panting into my chest harder with every stroke I took. After a moment, he nibbled my neck, placed a hand in the small of my back again, pulled my hips forward, and nudged my shoulder into the bed until I was laying with my head on the pillow again. He kissed my lips again, harder than before, inhaling sharply as I felt him shuffle his jeans off. I heard them hit the growing pile of our clothes as his hands tugged at the pants around my thighs, until my pants and soaked panties hit the pile too. I could feel his cock just outside of my sopping slit, and I tried to scoot down underneath Kevin so I could blow him. He pushed me into the bed to stop me, “You don’t have to-“ “But I want-“ “No, I mean, I don’t think I can take that-“ he chuckled, and lifted me back up to the pillow at the head of the bed. He kissed my stomach as he fiddled with his pants on the floor. It took me a moment to figure out what he was doing, “Oh!” I gasped. He froze. “You don’t need to!” He lifted his head from my stomach and shot me a look. “I’m on the pill.” I felt his hand grip my hip, the other slowly raising from the fabric pile, “You mean-“ “Yeah, we’re fine.” He laughed nervously, and kissed his way back up to my lips again. I rested my hands on his hips as I felt him lower himself between my legs again. He nudged my nose with his, “You- you’re sure?” I smiled, nodded, and kissed the tip of his nose lightly. I could feel his cock graze my lips again, he moaned softly, and kissed my neck, “I’m not dreaming?” I laughed and squeezed his hips, “Would you rather be?” The tip of his cock started to part my lips, “No-“ he sighed. I inhaled sharply and bucked my hips into his, taking his head inside me. I moaned softly and tipped my hips up further, he slid further inside, softly murmuring “holy fuck” as I squeezed around him. I kissed him while he slowly slid himself all the way inside me, he shuddered when he’d filled me to his hilt, then pulled almost all the way out, and slid in again, faster this time. I gasped, wrapped an arm around his back, and used the other to pull his head into my neck. My legs wrapped around his waist, he trembled as we intertwined tighter and tighter. “You feel like silk,” he gasped. “Better than her?” He thrust into me harder, and grabbed a handful of my ass, “who even is she?” A laugh choked out of me between Kevin’s impossibly hard and fast pumps. “Ahh, I’m gonna-“ My orgasm snuck up on me, and I dug my nails into his skin. I buried my face into his shoulder, using it to muffle my moans. The pulsating walls of my pussy and my gasping into his shoulder sent him over the edge too, he moaned as he came right after me. He collapsed on top of me, making out with me again as he got soft inside me. “You’re something else, you know that?” “I do now… do you… wanna stay here tonight?” He sighed softly, slipped out of me, grabbed his boxers and covered me with them. He kissed my cheek like he did to start all of this earlier, wrapped his arms around my waist, spooned me, and said “I thought you’d never ask.” I snuggled into the curve of his chest, and tugged on the blanket until we slipped underneath it. “What are we gonna tell-“ “Oh they knew before we did” “Fair enough.” I sighed and closed my eyes. Kevin planted one last soft kiss on the back of my neck, and fell asleep almost immediately.
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