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The Wingman by MechaBlade 466-2353. Lars looked at the phone number he had just copied from his palm. He shook his head, not sure why he had written it, on the back of a subscription card for Stuff Magazine no less. As if Brooke Burke were advertising for the number. Why not? he thought and tossed the card into a drawer on his desk. *** It was Friday night. The Phi Delts were throwing another one of their pitiful excuses for a party and Lars had to go. Victor was currently courting one of their less fugly members and he claimed he needed Lars's support. It didn't make any sense to Lars who had never played nor needed a wingman in his life, but he decided he'd go anyway. However, Lars needed an escort since Victor would be surrounding himself with many available but aesthetically challenged Greek girls. Going home with a dry dick after having pep squad rejects hit on all night was not his idea of a great Friday night. An escort would deflect most of the Phi Delts and also ensure a fun dick-draining session after the party. He flipped through his little black book, trying to select the perfect specimen from his harem. He called up Felicia, a hot little number that he had yet to fuck. Well, tonight was the night. After a few rings, her answering machine picked came on the line. He hung up rather than leave a message. By the time she called him back, he'd already have found another escort. He called Simone. "Hey Moaning Monie, what's up?" It was a cute pet name. "Lars, I told you not to call me that." "Sorry, sorry. Anyways, it's Friday night, there's a party, you're not doing anything..." "Sorry, Lars. Big project due Monday. I've got so much to do. My whole weekend is shot." Lars was shocked. She had a lot of work to do? Wasn't she a General Studies major? He smelled bullshit. "C'mon, Simone. Live a little. You're only 20 once." "I'm 22." "Gasp! See? Time's passing us by already!" Simone chuckled, but to no avail. "Sorry, no can do." Lars grimaced and ended the call. He dialed Cecile. Surely his old fuckbuddy would be up for some Friday Fun. "Cecile, baby." "Heya, Lars." Her sexy voice drew his blood into his dick. "It's been a while." "Sure has. You got anything going on tonight?" "Actually, yes," she responded. "I have a friend coming over tonight. Care to join us?" Lars smiled. It'd been a while since he'd had a threesome. Then his smile faded as he realized something. "Wait, male or female?" Cecile hesitated, chuckling. "Well, I guess I'll see you later then," Lars answered. "You never did like to share, Lars." "Goodbye, Cecile." He hung up. What the hell was going on? He flipped through his black book. He couldn't call Janice, not since he fucked her roommate. Should he call the roommate? Nah, that probably wouldn't turn out right either. He looked at his desk. No, it was too soon. Plus, he didn't even know her name. Plus, she might get the wrong idea. But he had no choice. He opened the drawer to his desk and found the number. "Fucking Victor," he muttered. Lars lied on the bed listening to her ring. This was going to be awkward, but he was sure it would work and even if she started to become clingy, at least he was guaranteed sex at the end of the night. "Hello?" she said. Lars froze. Upon hearing her voice he immediately flashed back to the night he fucked her and the sensation of her dick in her pussy. "Who is this?" He looked at the phone. He remembered that he had given her neither his name nor his number. However, this was probably her cell phone and now she had his number. He wanted to hang up, but she could easily call back. "Is this you?" Lars sank into the bed. This was a bad idea. If this hot bitch turned him down, he'd be humiliated. However, if she accepted, she might begin calling him every week. Didn't he fuck her just seven days ago? "This is you, isn't it? I can hear you breathing." Lars began to cover the speaker of his phone, but it wasn't like she was going to identify him by his breathing. Not that it mattered, she already knew who it was anyway. Or did she know? Maybe she fucked some other guy that weekend, or even that night. This could be a test to get him to speak and identify which of her lovers it was. "I'm so glad you called. I'm so fucking horny." Lars decided to listen to what she had to say. "The batteries in my vibe just died, too." Lars frowned. "I like the sound of your breathing," she whispered into the phone. Lars relaxed, letting his breath flow against the speaker. He could hear himself breathing. "Mmmmmm... yeah." He could hear her moving around and suddenly she gasped into the receiver. "Yeah... I could stroke myself all night, just listening to you." Could she really get off that easy? Did she have some weird sort of kink? Lars didn't really care. He wanted to hear her frig herself over the phone. He wanted to hear her juices sloshing. "You wanna let me know what you're doing?" Lars opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say. "Are you doing something naughty yourself?" This was ridiculous. She didn't even know who he was. She couldn't. Well, perhaps she did. Perhaps she had kept her phone close since that fateful night, anxiously awaiting his call. The idea that he could have made such an impact fueled his ego. Sure, he was occasionally obsessed over by girls he'd fucked, but not by hot, spankable little temptresses like this one. Hot little redheaded sexpots tended not to get too attached to him. But this chick wanted him badly. He found his fingers crawling over his belly towards his crotch. "I know I am. I just can't stop touching myself when I think of your cock." Lars's hand found his dick and gave it a quick squeeze through his pants. He wasn't going to put his hand in his pants. He wasn't going to jerk off to some chick's voice, no matter how hot. He was better than that. "You have such a nice cock... perfect shape, perfect size. I could ride you for days. Huhhhh..." She exhaled hotly into the receiver. Feeling a bit of shame, Lars slipped his hand in his boxer briefs and held his dick tightly in his left hand. He didn't stroke it at all, just held it and felt it harden in his palm. "God, you fuck so well! I can still feel you inside me." Lars began breathing deeper as he imagined her sucking his dick. Her cute red hair bobbing up and down and covering his dick. Her wet, hot mouth worshipping his body. She obviously heard him. "Oh god, you're making me so... hot... Fuck." He could hear the rhythmic sound of skin against skin. It didn't sound like the sloshing he was expecting, but it was nevertheless very arousing. He grunted into the phone, partially because of the way his dick was feeling, but mostly for effect. "Yeah... you... fuck... like a god... shit, yeah..." Her noises reminded him of that night and he knew what was coming next. He stroked himself a little, panting into the phone loudly and giving her aural pleasure. "Yeah, fuck me... fuck meeeee..." she drawled, her words slurring like a stroke victim. "I... just..." She whimpered. "Haaaaughhh!" she screamed into the phone. Lars could no longer resist. "Where do you live?" he finally asked. "Dumont." *Click* Lars ran over to Dumont dormitory. It was only two stories high and the women's dorms were on the second floor. He would have no trouble finding her. Upon arriving at the second floor of Dumont, however, he realized that the floor was bigger than he remembered. There had to be thirty different dorm rooms here. He walked down the hall, looking through the wide open doors, but only seeing girls studying, talking and preparing for Friday night. He reached the end of the hall. "Shit." How the hell was he going to find her? When he ran over here he thought that she might stand outside her room to help him out. "No, that would be to easy," he muttered while pacing and looking through open doors again. He suddenly stopped. "Are you looking for somebody?" some girl said behind him. He ignored her and seeing a door that he previously took to be closed. It was open, however. Just barely cracked open. And it appeared to be dark inside. He headed towards the door, brimming with lustful hope. Lars threw open the door and there she was, lying on the bed in her silk robe in the dark, only the soft light of a reading lamp illuminating her room. "You," she said. "Me," he answered. Lars slammed the door closed. Lars tried to restrain himself, to slowly mosey over towards the bed while removing articles of clothing, but the adrenaline racing through his veins forced him to rush her bed. It forced him to dive on top of her, hold her head in his strong hands and pull her face towards his. He managed to kick off his shoes. He smashed his lips against hers, an action that started off as a kiss, but became his attempt to absorb her body into his. He inhaled deeply through his nose, taking in her intoxicating perfume while sucking at her face. She closed her eyes and kissed hard back, her arms trailing up and down his back. He felt the anxious urge to touch her in many different places at once, to stimulate many different erogenous zones simultaneously, but he focused his mind and concentrated at one thing at a time. His arms found hers and he pinned them to the bed with one arm, holding her wrists tightly. He then used his free arm to loosen her robe's sash and open her robe. One side of her robe fell to the bed, exposing half of her body. Her beautiful round left breast and the left side of her trimmed red-haired pussy came into view. Lars said a little prayer as he witnessed the unveiling of her landing strip. "Christ almighty," he whispered, loosening his grip as he stared at her magnificent body. She used this time to free her hands and scoot down the bed. His eyes followed her as she moved to his crotch, unbuttoned his pants and tugged them down a little. Her breathing became loud, seeing his hard cock tenting his boxer briefs. She pulled at his boxers and greedily gripped his dick, intending to get it inside her mouth as soon as humanly possible. Luckily for her, it took less than a second to guide the turgid gland into her mouth and begin sucking on it. Lars gasped, his body becoming alive for another night. It lay dormant for days and weeks while he worked out, studied and walked to class, only truly becoming fully functional when his cock was stimulated. In these moments, he could feel every nerve in his skin, every raised hair on his body. It told him that he was alive. It told him it was ready. "Mmmm... mmmm... mmmm..." the redhead moaned while sucking his dick, as a famished person might sound upon sinking her teeth into a hamburger. She gripped his balls, grateful for the treat she had been given and hoping to reciprocate her heavenly sensations. "Mmmm... I loved your sound," she said between sucks, "mmmm... but I love your body more." Lars couldn't take much more of this. He was growing close and he did not intend to spend himself in her mouth. He gently slid his hand underneath her chin and she looked up. He kept pulling her chin away until she slid back up the bed. She lay back, her robe completely open. She looked like an amateur porn pic. He began to salivate at her soft subtle curves. He meant to ask about her roommate when he entered the room--he'd noticed that there were two beds--but he didn't care anymore. The roommate could enter the room while they were fucking and he wouldn't bat an eye. Nothing could distract him from the task at hand. With his jeans around his knees, Lars slid forward and on top of his lusty lover. Slowly and ever so gently he slid himself into her. Then he started fucking the shit out of her. He quickly built up his pace to jackhammering speed, one hand holding the back of her neck and the other on the bed to steady himself. She matched his pace, rolling her thighs to meet his thrusts. "Oh oh oh oh oh! Oh! Oh! OH! OH! OHH!!" Her moans became louder and higher in pitch as she approached orgasm. She screamed out loudly, assuring any nearby residents had no misunderstanding about what was occurring in this dorm room. Lars found it easier to slide in and out of her pussy now that it was soaking wet, but she wrapped her arms around him and held him tight to ride her O. This stopped him from fucking her hard and he only ground slowly against her while in her grasp. He licked on her tits while she finished grunting and whimpering. Eventually, she let him go and he started hard again, fucking her for all that he was worth. She smiled, her teeth gleaming in the semi-darkness. "Oh! Oh... I don't even know what name to scream out," she gasped. "Scream out to your god then," he exhaled, sweat dripping from his brow. "Oh God, Oh Jesus, Oh goddamn fucking Buddha!" Lars wiped the sweat from his forehead. He soon felt the sensations of cum boiling in his balls. He grunted, "Yeah, fuck yeah," and spent his seed inside her. Veins pulsed in his neck and face as he came. The redhead merely purred. Having dumped his load, Lars rolled on his back and caught his breath. He had to go soon and he didn't know whether he should go to the party alone or take the redhead with him. But Victor needed him. She kissed him, licking his lips and then slowly trailing her tongue down his body, around his nipples, down to his dick. She sucked his cock for a while, while he watched and drunkenly grinned. She continued worshipping his body with her tongue down to his toes and then back up to his dick. She caught him off guard when she licked his balls. He exhaled in ecstasy. Her oral attention was getting him hard again. Once she got his penis half-erect, she let it lay on his stomach. Then she straddled him and sat on his thighs. There was no penetration, just her cunt resting on his dick. "You know, my roommate is at her boyfriend's place," she said casually as she began to slide back and forth, grinding her puss against his manhood. Her labia lay on either side of his cock, greasing his tool with her juices each time she slid back and forth. His eyes widened at this new technique. "So we have all night." Lars raised an eyebrow. Fuck Victor; he could fly solo. |