Adults Only

Too Late

Copyright 2007 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. Intended for adults only.
Artwork copyright Calen West all rights reserved. Used with permission.
Story Codes: M/F, College, some twists at the end

Too Late
By Rachael Ross and Calen West

“First time?” A guy was smiling at me and I had to lean closer so I could hear him because the music coming from upstairs was loud.

“Yeah.” I nodded, lifting my eyebrows a little, and then my drink. I didn’t know what was in it, but it was good. Like tropical punch, with the emphasis on punch. 

"Must be a freshman." He was handsome, and I felt an attraction for the man I wouldn't have expected.

"Why? Do I look like it?" I giggled, but feeling a little self-conscious.

“No, you look great! I’m Cameron.” He had a nice smile and we were closer now as people squeezed themselves around us.

“Shannon.” I nodded, smiling too and looking up just a little. He was tall, like six inches taller than my 5’7” body, and that was nice. 

“Do you want to dance?” He asked me, tilting his head towards the other half of the basement, which had been turned into a dance floor.

I was feeling pretty good, but not drunk or anything, just relaxed and determined to enjoy my first real party now that I was finally away from home. A frat party had sounded a little dangerous at first, I mean...Frat boys, you know. But my friends were going and I didn’t want to sit in the freshman dorm by myself on a Friday night. I had to break my cherry sometime, as my friends like to say it.

And dancing? Yeah, I liked it a lot.

“Sure, I’d love to!” I grinned, taking another swallow of punch before I put my cup down. 

I let Cameron take my hand, leading me into the middle of all those people, some of them dancing, some of them…I didn’t know what they were doing, but that was okay. Cameron could dance, and even though we had to keep our elbows in and our knees low, we were laughing and nodding our heads. It was nice dancing with a guy who could keep up and when I felt his big gentle hands on my hips, I just turned around, letting him ride my ass. That was the groove right then, that’s all it was, and we were feeling it.

And being in the middle of that crowd, all hot and sweaty and moving to the beat, that always made me feel alive, like I was part of it, you know? I felt my nipples hardening beneath the stretchy pink halter I was wearing, and my brown hip huggers were riding low, while my thong was riding high. It was all good and Cameron was there with me. His hands on my hips, his crotch rubbing me just enough to let me know he was there, not dry humping me like a dog, but dancing.

When I turned around he let me do him and I was laughing and feeling his lean muscles, that taut warm flesh under his shirt. Cameron was big and strong and yeah, he had a great ass. I was almost blushing when he turned to face me and the music slowed and he put his hands on my waist, nice and light. I had mine on his broad shoulders and we just looked at each other. 

His brown eyes were soft and his smile never stopped, it was inviting and open and I thought we might talk then, but nah. We didn’t need it, not really, and what was I going to do, ask him what his major was? It was a lot better just getting a little closer, feeling Cameron’s hand in the small of my back, touching that bit of me between my pants and top. I put my head on his chest, closing my eyes and trusting him then, because that’s what closing your eyes is. Trust.

I felt him so strong and gentle and hard and soft all at the same time. Cameron’s heart beating in my ear and it was so different, high school had never been like that, and all I’d done was dance with the guy. I could feel him too, I mean *him* you know? That part of the man tucked away, but definitely not sleeping, and Cameron was pressing himself to my soft tummy while we moved. I enjoyed it too, knowing that he liked me, that he was enjoying the way my body felt against his. It didn’t frighten me, or humiliate me. I liked it.

The music paused with an awkward moment of silence, and like magic everyone froze. And then it started again, loud and fast, and people were jumping around us. But we didn’t move. Cameron just looked at me, and I licked my lips, and I knew he was going to kiss me. I was waiting for it, ready for it even. He bent down, just enough, sliding his hand from my back to my ass, and his kiss was soft. Just a little tongue, just the tip between my lips and it was like he knew all my secrets, because that sort of kiss was the sort I wanted.

“I have a room upstairs.” Cameron whispered, his mouth close enough to my ear that I could feel his lips moving.

I thought about it, like a hundred things flashing through my mind all at once, but the only one that mattered was that I wanted another kiss, just like the first one…And the one after that, just a little deeper maybe…And the one after that…

“Okay.” I nodded, taking a deep little breath so my breasts rose gently and he smiled, as if Cameron hadn’t expected me to say yes.

We went through the maze, because that was what it was. People everywhere, the odd piece of furniture moved into the places we wanted to walk. Guys hitting on girls, girls hitting on guys, and everyone hitting on the punch. I found a glass in my hand without even realizing it, someone had just handed it to me, but I was thirsty anyway and it was funny. I lost the cup a moment later and that was funny too.

I didn’t see my friends, but I wasn’t missing them anyway. I followed Cameron and eventually we found ourselves safely away in his room, as promised. The music still thrummed through me, the whole house vibrating and I rocked with it a little on that bed, moving my head and hips.

“Wow!” I laughed, flopping onto his bed, which was sorta almost neatly made. “Are all the parties like this?”

“Mostly.” Cameron grinned, getting on the bed with me, both of us lying there, looking at the posters on his ceiling.

“Who’s that guy?” I pointed with just a finger, so of course it could have been any of them.

“Albert Einstein.” Cameron laughed at me.

“Noooo! God!” I giggled. “I know him, the other guy, with the beret.”

“Oh, Che Guevara.” Cameron nodded. 

“What did he discover?” I asked, cause I never heard of him. 

“Beer.” Cameron looked at me and I narrowed my eyes at him. 

“Liar!” I laughed and rolled my eyes.

“You believed me!” Cameron laughed too, rolling onto his side to face me. “Didn’t you?”

“I did not!” I giggled and stuck out my tongue.

“Better put that away.” He teased me.

“What, this?” I stuck out my tongue again, wiggling it at him.

He moved closer to me and I didn’t pull it back, until he stuck out his own tongue. I giggled and he smiled and I stuck it out again. Cameron stuck his out and I pulled mine back. It was a fun game, but a short one as I found his tongue touching mine on the third try and we kissed like that, our tongues playing against each other between us.

And I felt his hand on my tummy, moving in a small circle, sliding under my top as I reached up, pulling his mouth to mine as I really wanted a real kiss suddenly. I invited him into my mouth, wet and warm and he tasted like fruit punch as I chased his tongue with mine.

I moaned softly into Cameron’s mouth when his large hand found my left breast, massaging it through my bra, playing with my burning nipple through the sheer nylon cup. My own hand, my left one had gone to the bulge in his pants, like it had a mind of its own, and I felt Cameron hard and big and we didn’t stop kissing while I turned, bringing my other hand to help me get his pants undone.

Cameron was undressing me then too, and I sucked on his bottom lip, nibbling it while I lifted my butt and wiggled my hips just for him. The air was cool on my moist sex. My thong was tight, pulled between the puffy lips of my sex and my clitoris felt like a sparkler on the Fourth of July. All it needed was a touch, just a little one, and when Cameron’s fingers found me I gasped, closing my eyes and nodding as that little orgasm made me shiver.

“God, what a great party!” I breathed a minute later, spreading my legs for Cameron’s fingers while kissed my neck and shoulders. My thong was missing in action and I didn't miss it at all.

“Every Friday.” He murmured. “But you can come anytime.”

“Ummm…I already did come…” I giggled. “But I want to come here again…”

“Come…Here?” Cameron lifted his face and I felt his finger inside me, my sex clasped tightly around it, squeezing him while he rubbed my clit with his thumb, making me arch my back.

“Uh God…Uh-huh…uh-huh…Oh!” I squeezed his cock hard, feeling it hot and heavy in my hand. He was so big for me, the biggest ever, and so alive. It pulsed beneath my tight fingers and I was cumming so good I barely noticed that he was moving between my legs.

This was a great time, the best and that sounds silly, like an understatement. Something you say when you go to the zoo on a first date. Yeah, I had a great time, call me sometime. And you just know you’ll be busy when he does…But this! Wow! I was finally having the time of my life, the best time, and I didn’t want it to end.

“Mmm…Shannon…” Cameron held my legs open while I smiled and held his long thick cock. It was big, very big, and the night was going perfect like that. Everything falling into place perfectly all night long. I fed him to my pussy, rubbing his cockhead across my soaking wet slit, staring into his eyes, deep and brown and smiling.

“Yeah…” I nodded. I was giving myself to him, he wasn’t taking me at all. I was the one guiding his cock into my tight little hole, gasping with pleasure, and just a little surprise at the way he stretched me. Just a little uncomfortable, but that didn't last. I was made for this!

And I was wet, you wouldn’t believe how I was wet and ready and aching for that cock! I groaned, lifting my butt of the bed so he could push into me, straight and smooth and I rubbed my clit while we watched that beautiful cock disappear inside me. It was sexy, unbelievably so, just watching while Cameron held the back of my knees, keeping me spread so we could see it.

I’d never watched myself being fucked before. I’d always done it in the dark, with high school boys in the back of a car, or on an old sofa in my boyfriend's basement. Never like this, never watching the boy, the man now, watching me. And I was cumming again, a real one this time, stealing my breath and making me move against him as Cameron’s cock found my cervix bringing a sharp gasp and soft moan of pleasure across my lips. 

"Mmmm..." I'd lost my cherry now, I thought, like the very first time. My roommates had no idea!

I was on top of the world and Cameron was fucking me good then, in and out of my tight hot sex, our juices spilling around him as he moved, staining my flushed thighs. I grabbed handfuls of sheet, tilting my head back and moaning. It was good and sweet and everything was right with the world. I could fuck all night and I couldn’t wait to feel Cameron’s cock when he…

“Oh nooo...!” I moaned loudly, writhing on that beautiful hard cock.

I blinked hard at Einstein’s smiling face and then Cameron’s. His eyes were closed, his cock wet and shiny and sliding back and forth beneath my swollen clit, while my hungry pussy quivered around him. He was getting close and I was on the edge, when Cameron came inside me it was going to set me off completely. I could feel it, that monster orgasm waiting for me, waiting for Cameron’s cock to let loose and he was almost there.

And it was hitting me, all at once…

end

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