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THE COMPETITIVE EDGE:
PLAYING THE GAME III

A Novel

by R.C. Mather



- 26 -

NO FEELING QUITE LIKE IT



It was the Wednesday before Spring Break. I had walked over to
Chinee Takee Outee and picked up some Chinese takeout (obviously) and
had then gone over to Alex's apartment, where we spread out our
selections on newspapers on the floor in front of the television.
Alex brought out a couple of bottles of beer, which we drank while we
ate our egg rolls, and then she opened a bottle of white wine. I was
a little leery of the wine, since I had never really developed a
taste for it, but I was willing to try it if Alex wanted it.

Alex had three roommates, all juniors. Meaghan Mulroney was a true
redhead, pale complexion and blue eyes proclaiming her Irish
heritage. She had plain features, but she was built like the
proverbial brick shithouse. Pru Baxter was a brunette, like Alex, but
with long hair, nearly reaching her waist. She was also the tallest
of the four roommates, over six feet tall, most of which seemed to be
her legs. The third girl sharing the apartment was Savannah Aaronson,
a pre-med student with dark blonde hair that I had never seen out of
its ponytail. Savannah always wore baggy sweatshirts and jeans, no
matter the weather. I didn't know if it was because she was overly
modest, or if she really didn't care how she dressed. She certainly
didn't seem to go out of her way to impress anyone with her sense of
style, but then I had never seen her out with a guy, either. She
always was either in the apartment studying or at one of the
libraries. Maybe it's a pre-med thing. Craig Nevers, the tattoo
artist who lived across the hall from me, was also in pre-med, and he
constantly was hitting the books.

Since Savannah was in her room studying and Pru and Meaghan were
both out, Alex and I had the front room to ourselves. Erin was at the
library, frantically trying to finish up a paper for one of her
classes that was due the next day. Her Friday classes were all
cancelled, and she was finished Thursday at noon.

"How come she's been spending so much time at the library?" I asked.

"She hates this class, so she's been putting off doing this paper,"
said Alex.

"What's the class?"

"It's a European History class. She's doing a paper on the
Napoleonic Wars."

"And this has to do with her law degree how?" I asked.

"It's Pre-Law," corrected Alex. "First-year requirements for her
aren't that much different than for any other freshman. She's just a
little more driven to excel than a lot of kids her age."

"She's going to be frazzled by the time she goes home for Spring
Break," I said.

"It's okay. She's flying home, not driving. Her dad's an airline
pilot, so she can fly basically for free."

"Are you taking her to the airport, then?"

"Yep. Tomorrow after her last class. You want to come along?"

"Can't. I've got practice in the afternoon."

Alex was fidgeting a little. "You're staying here for break, right?"

She knew the answer already; we had all talked about our plans. I
didn't want to spend the money to go home for a week, so Eric,
Keisha, Trent, and Danielle were driving down. We were going to spend
the week planning out our summer clinics. Erin was going home to
Atlanta for the week. Alex was thinking about heading over to Daytona
with Meaghan and Pru for the week, but she hadn't really made up her
mind as yet.

"Yeah," I said. "Got a lot of work to do. Do you know what you're
doing yet?"

She sighed. It was so rare to see her indecisive. "I don't know. I
mean, I'd kind of like to go to Daytona and hang out on the beach for
a week. Work on my tan, drink all week for free."

"How would you do that?"

She gave me one of those "Guys can be so dense sometimes" looks.
"College girls. Spring break. A bikini or a wet t-shirt can get us
damn near anything, Porter."

"Oh. Yeah. I suppose," I said. I hadn't really thought of it that way.

"Pru and Meaghan want to leave early on Friday. I've got another day
to think about it, I guess." She opened a little packet of sweet-and-
sour sauce with her teeth and poured it carefully into the bitten-off
end of her egg roll.

"When are your friends getting here?" she asked.

I shrugged. "Sometime late Friday, I hear." I reached for the fried
rice. 

We settled back and dug in with our chopsticks and fingers. 'I never
thought of Chinese food as finger food before,' I reflected as I
reached into a little white box for my egg roll.

We had Remington Steele on the tube, and every time Pierce Brosnan
appeared on the screen, Alex seemed to sit up a little straighter and
pay attention.

"You've got a thing for those tall, dark, handsome, and mysterious
types, don't you?" I teased her.

She pierced another chunk of sweet-and-sour chicken from the little
square box, and then gave me an appraising look.

"Sure do," she said. She smiled, and I suddenly began to understand
what a cobra must feel like when facing the implacable stare of a
mongoose.

We finished the first bottle of wine. 'Tasty.' Alex got a second
bottle from the refrigerator and struggled with the corkscrew. I was
feeling just fine, so I got up and helped her. She had the thing
screwed into the cork crooked, and it took a real effort to pull the
stuck cork out of the bottle. When it finally gave, we cheered and
high-fived each other and carried the bottle back into the front room
in triumph. No mere wine bottle was going to defeat us in our quest
for amused inebriation.

The television was just background noise as we finished eating and
worked on emptying our bottle of wine. We started out trying to be
fairly quiet, in deference to Savannah and her studies, but by the
time we were halfway through the second bottle, we had pretty much
forgotten about her.

"You know, I was an athlete in high school, too," said Alex.

"That doesn't really surprise me," I said. "What sports were you
into?"

"Basketball, of course," she said. She stuck her tongue out at me. I
knew she was kidding. She was all of five feet nothin' tall.

"No, seriously. You weren't in soccer, or you would have mentioned
it already. Cheer? Dance? What was it?" I began tickling her ribs,
and she squealed and scooted away from me.

"Let me go, you bad boy," she laughed. "Cheer? I don't think so. Do
I really strike you as the cheerleading type?"

I smiled at her. "Maybe," I said.

"Bullshit," she said.

"You're pretty enough to be a cheerleader. I don't think that was
it, though. Don't tell me you were like a swimmer or something, were
you?" I couldn't envision Alex in the same sport as my roommate.
Probably not all swimmers were degenerates, though.

"No, you dumbass. I don't have those meaty shoulders you get from
competitive swimming."

"Not everybody develops those shoulders," I said, a little
defensively.

"Here, I'll give you a little clue." She stood up and turned to face
away from me. She was wearing a worn Gators tank top and loose
running shorts, and she was barefoot. Keeping her knees perfectly
straight and her feet slightly apart, she bent over at the waist and
put her palms flat on the floor. She stayed in that position for a
moment, and then she grasped the backs of her knees, spread her feet
a little more apart, and put her head between her legs. She waggled
her fingers at me.

"Hello there, Porter. Why are you upside-down?" she said. Her grin
looked like a frown from where I was sitting.

She straightened back up slowly, and continued back, her legs still
slightly parted, and she reached straight up with her arms and began
bending over backwards. She gracefully kept bending until she could
raise her eyes and see the floor again. She continued to arch over,
putting her palms flat on the floor, and she did a back walkover, as
easily as I had ever seen it done. She put her arms out in the air in
a triumphal salute.

"Let me guess. Gymnastics?" I said, already knowing the answer from
her gymnast's ending.

"Yup. Come on, Porter. Can you go over backwards?"

"Shit, I can hardly even bridge," I said. I had never been all that
flexible. Even as conditioned as I was, I could barely touch my toes.

"Like this?" she said. She flopped back down on the floor on her
back, put her hands on the floor by her shoulders, and effortlessly
arched her back into a perfect bridge. She walked her hands toward
her feet, and then straightened up until she was standing, her hands
on her hips and her face slightly flushed. That and her slightly
accelerated breathing were the only signs of her exertions.

"No," I said. "Nothing at all like that." I did my own anemic
version of a bridge to show her, and she laughed.

"That's a pathetic move for an athlete," she said. She dropped back
to sit by me and picked up her glass to take a sip of wine.

"I suppose you can do the splits, too," I said.

"Sure," she said. "Right-side-up and upside-down."

"Huh? Upside-down splits?"

"Here, I'll show you," she said. She stood back up, put her arms out
for balance, and let her feet slide on the carpet until she was
facing me again, her legs bent completely out to her sides in a
perfect split. She boosted herself up, stood facing me, and then
dropped down into a headstand, right in front of me. She took a
moment to make sure she was balanced, and then, keeping her knees
straight, she let her legs glide open until she was doing the splits
while she was still in her headstand.

She was also giving me a great view. 'Hmmm, no underwear,' I thought
to myself as her running shorts gapped, flashing me a glimpse of her
pussy. Her tank top also began sliding down her body, and only
stopped when it hung up on her breasts. 'Hmmm, no bra, either. My
little Alex is going commando and unfettered. Interesting.'

I gave in to the temptation she was so openly inviting me to enjoy,
right there in front of me. I leaned over her as she was spread out,
and I licked the bare skin between her leg and the slightly puffy
lips of her slot.

"Hey!" she said. "Don't let your mouth make promises the rest of you
can't keep." Interestingly, she didn't move from her position, and
when I bent down to give her other leg the same treatment, she
practically purred.

"Mmmmmm, okay, then," she murmured. "I like it."

Making sure she didn't whack me in the head with her feet, she
lowered herself to the floor. Without bothering to straighten her
clothes, she reached for me and pulled me down. Our lips found each
other, and any preliminary warm-up kisses were thrown out the window
and immediately forgotten. Her mouth was open against mine and our
tongues were already searching, seeking, finding, and tasting.

I could detect the flavor of the wine in her mouth as we kissed, an
aftertaste almost reminiscent of grapefruit. Alex hung onto my neck
almost fiercely, and her lips and tongue were insistent in their
demands. I felt her humming - or was that a growl? - as we kissed, and
she wrapped her leg around mine to hold me even closer to her. We
clung to each other on the floor in front of the forgotten
television, trying to get as much body contact against each other as
we could.

Finally, nearly out of breath with the force of our kiss, we had to
break. As I caught my breath I worshipped the skin of her cheek and
her neck with my lips. As I nibbled on her tender skin, Alex moaned.

"Oh, God, I need this," she whispered. I didn't know if she was
speaking to me or to herself. I decided it really didn't matter. Her
need quickened my pulse, and I discovered a need of my own. As I took
her earlobe between my teeth (a lesson learned from watching her
tease Erin) I ran my hand up from her waist, under her top, to her
small breast. I palmed her hot flesh while I breathed through my
mouth, letting my warm exhalation wash over her stimulated ear. She
turned her head slightly away from me, exposing more of her neck to
my attentions, and I began kissing, licking, and sucking on the
tender skin behind her ear and down her neck to her slender throat.

At the same time my thumb and forefinger found the distended nub of
her swollen nipple, and I was able to tease her to greater heights by
pinching and rolling it. By the time I felt I had her full attention,
my lips were in the hollow of her throat and exploring the flushed
skin of her chest above her bunched-up tank top. I let my fingers
find their way off her left breast, across the valley between her
boobs, and onto the mounded flesh of her right breast, where I
allowed them to pay homage to the pointed tip of that nipple,
pinching and teasing her nearly to distraction.

Alex finally did growl, and she pushed me off her. I sat up, a
little confused, but she just wanted to divest herself of her top.
She crossed her arms and grabbed the hem, and she lifted it up and
off her. She threw it to the side and glanced at me, almost shyly. 

"I know they're small," she said quietly. She was looking down and
holding her breasts in both hands, her attitude almost regretful. She
glanced up at me again, an apologetic look on her face. "Gymnasts
always have tiny boobs."

"They're not too small," I reassured her as I reached for her. I put
my hands over hers on her breasts. "In fact, I think they're
wonderful."

"Really?" she said. "Wonderful? Show me..." She pulled her hands out
from underneath mine, letting me take possession of her breasts. She
took my head between her hands and pulled me down toward her chest,
insistently guiding my lips to her left breast.

I took the hint and opened my mouth up to suckle on her flesh. I
took as much of her breast as I could into my mouth, sucking on her
and laving up the slight, salty perspiration I found. I made sure my
tongue rubbed against her nipple, keeping it swollen and sensitive. I
reached for her other breast and hefted its small weight in the palm
of my hand before concentrating on the nerve endings at the tip.

'I really don't need more than a mouthful, or more than a handful,' I
thought a little distractedly as I enjoyed the taste of her tender
skin. Alex was breathing heavily, and the movement of her chest as
she panted moved us both slightly up and down as we lay on the floor.

I moved my mouth to her other breast, and I let my hand run down her
side until I reached her waist. I moved my fingers along her hip and
let them slide beneath the waistband of her running shorts. She
twisted her body to accommodate me, and I was able to let my hand
glide underneath the smooth material of her shorts to grasp the firm
and fleshy globe of her ass. I ran my fingertips along her crack,
feeling the heat radiating from her body, until I reached her bottom.
She let my hand guide her leg up until her knee was bent, allowing me
more intimate access, and my fingers felt the leaking lubrication
from her pussy moistening her tender flesh. I let my fingers run
lightly through the slightly rubbery outer lips of her labia,
spreading her oils across the tips of my fingers as they explored.
Alex moaned and pulled my head even tighter against her breast, and I
sucked on her nipple hard as my fingers delved.

"Wonderful," she whispered. I didn't know if she was referring to my
opinion of her charms or if she was expressing her own feelings, and
frankly I was too involved to give the matter any coherent thought. I
went back to doing what we were both enjoying.

As we lay on the floor I moved my hand across her hip and around to
her front. Alex rolled with my movement, and she let her legs splay
open as my hand, still under the waistband of her shorts, dipped down
until I felt the shorter hair shadowing her pubis. I flexed my hand
to push her shorts up and a little more out of the way, and then I
let my fingertips drag through her hair to her swollen nether lips.
From what I could feel she had very sparse pubic hair. I felt a lot
of bare skin with my fingers as they explored. I cupped her mound, my
fingers resting against her heated flesh, and Alex's hips began to
bump up a little as her body betrayed its desire for an even more
intimate contact.

I bent my middle finger so that my fingertip could part her pussy
lips, and I dragged it through her moist petals. Her hips were moving
around a little in anticipation, wanting more, and so I scratched her
itch with my finger, running it from the bottom of her oily slit to
the top, where her little clit was peeking out of its protective hood
and looking for attention.

I searched for her opening and I slowly pushed my middle finger into
her. She was lubricating freely, and there was no resistance to my
finger at all as I buried it until my palm was flat against her. At
the same time, I was noodling on her nipple with my lips and teeth,
teasing her with small bites and sucking on her breast. I began
finger-fucking her, first with one finger and then with two, plunging
as deeply as I could reach into her body. Her hips bucked up to meet
my thrusts, and her breath was hitching as I stimulated her.

Alex began rucking up my shirt from the back, wanting to feel my
skin on hers. I lifted up off her long enough to allow her to rake my
shirt off, and she tossed it to the floor beside us. She then reached
for the snap of my cutoffs, one small hand going for the snap and the
other tracing out the outline of my hard cock through the material of
my shorts. I crouched on my knees, unwilling to remove my hands from
teasing her folds, and let her work the snap and zipper of my shorts.
Once she got them open she pushed them down off my hips and reached
for my cock through my briefs.

I finally had to abandon her pussy so I could divest myself of my
clothes. I sat back and shucked off my shorts, and I had to push her
hands away from my crotch long enough to take off my underwear. Once
I was naked, I reached for her shorts and began to pull them down off
her. She shifted her hips to help me, and I pulled them down her legs
and tossed them over my shoulder. I was a little surprised to see she
trimmed her pubic hair into just a small strip, something I had never
seen live and up close before. She giggled as she lay there watching
me, and then her face got serious. She reached one hand for my
shoulder, and the other wrapped around my steely cock.

"Come here," she whispered roughly as she pulled me down to her.

I bent down and kissed her belly button, and began to lick my way
down. I was anxious to taste her, but she was too far gone for such
activities.

"No, Porter," she nearly groaned as she let go of my cock long
enough to pull me up to her by my head. "I've had enough pussy
licking to last me a long time. I need cock." And she reached for my
rod once again and guided me between her legs. She hung on to me
until she had me placed at her center. I could feel her folds opening
around the head of my cock as she nestled it against her flooded
opening, and she only let go once she felt me flex and begin to enter
her.

"Ahhhh," she moaned as I slowly shafted into her. "That's so good..."

I pushed slowly but firmly. I wanted to crush her, pound into her,
but she was so tiny, so tight and hot, I had to go steady and slow. I
would push in an inch, and then I needed to back off just a little to
relieve the pressure. In a little bit more, and back off to regroup.
It was agonizingly slow, but the end justified the means. She
whimpered each time I began to back out, but she enthusiastically
helped me when I pushed deeper. When I finally bottomed out in her,
our pubic bones grinding together, she let out another soft sound of
intense arousal.

"Boy," she whispered, happiness evident in her voice. "There's no
feeling quite like nice hard boy..." Her eyes were closed in
concentration and ecstasy. I felt her wrap her legs around my hips,
and she dictated the pace of our fucking with the tension of her legs
against me.

If it was nice hard boy she wanted, it was nice hard boy I was
willing to give her. Her vaginal walls quickly adjusted to my length
and girth. She was tight, oh so tight, but her copious lubrication
allowed for a surprising freedom of movement. I began fucking her in
rhythm, stroking as deeply into her as I could, pulling out until
just the head of my cock was still gripped by her willing pussy, and
then shafting into her until I could go no deeper. At the bottom of
my stroke she huffed, feeling the tip of my cock hit her cervix. She
tightened her vaginal muscles against me occasionally, gripping me
even tighter than her natural squeezing. Her size had caused me a
moment of uncertainty when I first entered her, wondering if I would
fit, but she accommodated me just fine, tight though she was, and my
length seemed to suit her.

After pumping her for a few minutes, I thought I would test her
flexibility a little. I pulled out, eliciting a little disappointed
moan from her, and I grasped her legs by the backs of her knees. I
put her legs over my shoulders, which tipped up her bottom for a
deeper angle of penetration, and I shafted back into her. 

She smiled up at me after I had repositioned her and began to fuck
her again. "You like that, Porter?" she said. I flexed my hips as I
moved into her, making sure the length of my cock rubbed as much as
possible against her clit, and her eyes closed as the sensations
momentarily overwhelmed her.

"Let's try this," she said after a few minutes of letting her legs
drape over my shoulders. Without letting me slip out of her pussy,
she grabbed her knees and drew them back and out. She spread herself
out for me until her knees were nearly on the floor by her shoulders.
"Now do it," she commanded, desire burning in her eyes. "Fuck me
hard, Porter."

And so I did. I began pumping into her, physically moving her on the
floor as I pounded her. I made sure the base of my cock made contact
with her clit each time I pushed deeply inside her, and I ground my
hips to give her a little extra stimulation. She was sweating and
panting, her skin a rosy pink color from our exertions, and she gave
off a little wheezing exhalation each time I bottomed out in her.

I could feel myself building up. 'It's been a long time, a long time,'
I said to myself as I felt the circuits snap together and the
switches flip. I felt the pumps begin to prime, and it seemed like my
cock was about twice its normal size. The movement of my hips as I
flexed in and out of her began to get ragged, and my thoughts began
to disintegrate as the body took over and executed its desire to pump
my seed deep into her well.

"Oh, God, I feel it," she screeched, and she let go of her legs and
grabbed onto my back with her fingernails. I instinctively reached
down and took a distended nipple between my teeth and bit down
gently, and the extra added stimulation was enough to throw her over
the cliff. My cock felt like it was expanding against her spasming
walls, and the hydraulics kicked in. I spurted almost painfully into
her, my semen splashing unimpeded into her tube and across her
cervix. I contracted and spurted again, and my hips lurched, moving
my cock out a little and then back in, making sure my seed was pushed
as deeply into her as it could get.

Alex began shaking, her fingernails raking my back, though I
couldn't feel a thing at the time. I was too busy concentrating on
the enormous pleasure that was beating at my entire being from our
conjoined centers. Her legs came back around me, this time around my
waist, and she helped me by her contractions to get as far into her
as I could possibly get.

Three times, and then four, and five times I clenched, pumped, and
spewed my essence. By the sixth and seventh time the gun was running
out of ammunition, and the sequence sputtered to a stop. I collapsed
down on top of her, completely spent. I could vaguely feel her
splayed out underneath me, just as exhausted as I was.

After a few minutes of just laying there in the aftermath of our
climaxes, I felt her shift a little.

"Breathe... need to breathe," Alex moaned.

I didn't want to leave the warmth of her cocoon, but her need to
draw oxygen was greater, so I lifted up. I pulled my still-hard cock
out of her and rolled over to lie on my side next to her. She stayed
where she was, legs splayed, with one arm around my neck, and she
looked at me. She looked both tired and happy.

"Damn, Porter," she said. "You really go to town."

I was a little embarrassed. "It's been a... long time," I said.

"Yeah," she said. "You've been saving up. I'm glad you saved it up
for me. That was pretty amazing."

I glanced down to her crotch. I could see her pussy lips were
swollen and red, and she was oozing our combined fluids. I glanced
back up her trim body to her lovely pixie face. She looked absolutely
beautiful, the perspiration giving her a glow.

"What?" she asked, watching me gaze at her.

"Nothing," I said. "You just look..."

"Like I got the screwing of my life?" she asked, completely
unselfconscious.

I smiled. "Yeah, I guess," I said. "If ever I've seen a 'just-
fucked' look, you've got it."

Alex laughed, and it made her small boobs jiggle. "I earned it," she
said. She turned toward me, that appraising look on her face again.
"Shall we try for a 'just-fucked-twice' look?"

It was a question designed to get my blood pumping again, and it
worked just as planned. I could feel my cock reinflating at her
words. Alex glanced down and saw it too, and she looked back into my
eyes and smiled.

She scrambled to her feet. "Come on, Porter," she said, holding out
her hand to me. "Let's see what you're made of."

"Sticks and mud and puppy-dog tails," I said, but I let her help me
up. Once I was standing, she sidled up to me and pressed her body
against me.

"It's the 'sticks' part I'm most interested in," she said in a low,
throaty voice. She wriggled her hand between us and held my cock in
her fist for just a moment. She stood up on tiptoes and gave me a
quick kiss on the lips, and then she turned and, still holding on,
led me down the short hallway to her bedroom.

Once there, Alex closed the door. She led me over toward her double
bed. There was a full-length mirror screwed to the door of her
closet, and she stopped us right in front of it. She dropped to her
knees in front of me, still holding onto my rampant cock, and she
brought the head down to her face. She looked at it critically, and
then she pursed her lips and kissed the tip.

"Mmmm," she said. "I taste me."

That made me twitch a little, remembering where Little Sean had
resided just moments ago. Or maybe it was the anticipation of where
he would be residing shortly. Either way, he was standing at
attention, ready for service.

Alex opened her mouth and engulfed the dusky helmet of my cock. Her
lips closed tightly around the glans, and I felt her tongue exploring
the scar tissue along the underside. She sucked in against me while
her tongue rubbed against me, and her fist began to lightly jack me.
She glanced over into the mirror, and my gaze followed hers. We
stared into each other's eyes through our reflections, both of us
seeing a small, lovely, naked girl on her knees, holding a hard cock
to her mouth with her hand. I watched as the guy in the mirror slowly
put his hand on the back of the girl's head and gently coaxed her
into taking more of his cock into her mouth. The girl complied, and
she slowly lowered her mouth on the guy's dick, taking nearly his
whole length into her small mouth, until there was just a little bit
left. The girl's nose touched his curly pubic hair, and she was
having a little difficulty breathing through her nose, but she had
taken nearly the whole thing. The girl backed off, her hand working
again, until just the tip was in her mouth again. She finally
released her pressure on the cock, gasping for breath as she licked
along the underside of the cock she held. The reflection of the girl
still looked into my eyes every now and then, as if to be sure I was
paying attention to her. 'Oh, yes, I'm paying attention.'

Alex's reflection took the cock back into her mouth and lowered on
it again, going as deeply as she had before. I felt my cock enveloped
in heat, but I still couldn't look down. I watched her reflection
work on me, feeling its effect directly while I watched indirectly,
the two slightly different perspectives reverberating in my brain. My
cock felt about two feet long, and I was abstractly amazed that the
girl in the mirror could actually handle such a monster, but she
didn't seem to have any trouble. In fact, she seemed to be enjoying
it almost as much as the guy was. 'Lucky guy,' I thought disjointedly.

It wasn't until that moment that the reality hit me, and my knees
nearly buckled as my whole body twitched in anticipation of my climax.

"Whoa, girl," I said. I tore my gaze away from the mirror and looked
down at Alex, kneeling in front of me. I gently took her head in my
hands and pulled her mouth off my cock.

"What?" she asked dazedly.

"I don't want to come yet," I said.

"But I wanted to taste..."

"We have all night," I reminded her. "For both of us."

I backed up, pulling her to her feet, and I led us toward her bed. I
felt the mattress against the backs of my knees, and I sat down and
began to scoot back, drawing her with me. She scrambled up onto the
bed on her knees, following me, and I leaned back against her
pillows. Alex crawled up and straddled me.

"Put me in you," I said. I watched avidly as she positioned herself
over me. She reached down and grasped my cock, lifted it straight up,
and nestled the head against her oily opening. She held on while she
let herself drop down, until her hand got in the way. She put both
her hands on my shoulders and wiggled her hips a little, working my
cock into her, until we both felt her settle down on me. I was as
fully seated inside her as I could be.

Alex watched my face for my reaction as she scooted her ass back and
forward a little, creating friction and pressure against her clit and
along the pipe of my cock. She smiled, and then began moving herself
up and down on my cock, impaling herself over and over again in her
pursuit of the ultimate in pleasure.

Even though her work with her mouth on me had built me up, I had
come so hard the first time I knew I could last longer this time
around. Alex alternately watched my face for clues about how close I
was, along with closing her eyes and concentrating on the fireworks
going on deep within her own body. I let the gymnast do the work,
content to let the pressure build slowly.

And it did build slowly, but it finally built to the point of no
return. Alex saw it in my eyes, and she smiled. It put a little more
wiggle in her downstroke, and I knew she too was nearly ready.

Finally I could hold back no longer. "Alex... I... I..." It was the
most coherent sentence I could come up with, but it was enough. She
dropped closer to me, and fed her swollen nipple into my mouth as we
climbed closer to the zenith. I clamped on with my lips and suckled
at her breast as I began to climax, and I heard Alex cry out. She
clamped down on her vaginal muscles, keeping me deep inside her, and
my body struggled to discharge against those straining walls. The
pumps succeeded, however, and I felt myself nearly turning inside out
as I scattered my seed in her hot and wet chamber for the second time
that night.

This time it was Alex who collapsed, and she let herself fall on top
of me. She gave me soft kisses, languid and sensual, kisses of
gratitude and satiation, and then she let her head rest on my
shoulder. Her short dark hair tickled my cheek, and her body kept me
warm. She stayed on top of me, her legs spread out and her small
breasts squashed against my chest. My slowly softening cock was still
buried in her, and she showed no disposition to change that
arrangement. It was a place I certainly didn't mind finding myself.
Warm and willing female flesh was always an inviting environment.

"You look a little frazzled, Porter," Alex murmured.

"And you have acquired your 'just-fucked-twice' look," I replied.

She lifted up her head and smiled at me. "Yeah," she said. "I have,
haven't I?" She sighed and put her head back down. "It's a great
feeling," she whispered. Her voice was fading, as if she was about to
fall asleep. The warmth of her skin, the weight of her on me, the
comfortable feeling of having her in my arms, they all contributed to
my own sense of well-being, and my eyelids got heavy.

We dozed for a little while, neither of us wanting to move, until
maybe an hour later, when I had to go to the bathroom. I held off as
long as I could, but finally, when I felt like my bladder was full to
bursting, I had to wake Alex up and roll her gently off me. By that
time my poor, overused cock had slipped out of her vagina. Alex
complained softly when I moved her, but she didn't wake fully up. I
slipped off the bed and padded down the hall to the bathroom. The
apartment was dark, and when I switched on the light it felt like
knitting needles were being jabbed into my eyes.

I stood for a long time over the toilet, first relieving myself and
then reminiscing on the evening. It wasn't really a surprise I had
finally slept with Alex, even though I still felt like I had won the
lottery. It was at that moment I began to worry about how my new
relationship with Alex would affect both of our friendships with Erin.

I found my way back to Alex's room, and I glanced at the clock on
the nightstand as I crawled back in next to her. It was nearly two in
the morning. I was fortunate, because my first class on Thursday
wasn't until ten-thirty. I folded back the bedspread, which we had
been laying upon, and I coaxed a sleepy Alex into crawling between
the sheets. I slipped in next to her and put my arm around her,
snuggling her up to me. She curled up, putting her knee over my thigh
and her arm across my chest.

I was just beginning to fall back asleep when I felt Alex's hand
softly slip down from my chest. Her fingers splayed across my
stomach, reaching for my shrunken dick. She found it, and she played
with it for just a moment before allowing her hand to dip lower, to
my balls. My legs spread of their own volition, and she caressed my
testicles for a moment, the tip of one finger tickling me behind my
sac. The blood began to flow into the region, and I felt my cock
begin to rise. Alex sensed it too, and she abandoned my balls in
favor of holding my inflating cock in her hand, encouraging it to
grow.

"Mmmm," she hummed.

By then I was pretty much awake and paying attention, though I
hadn't moved at all. I was waiting to see what Alex was up to. She
lifted up the edge of the sheet and put it over her head as she bent
down toward my middle. My hand stayed on her shoulder as she glided
down, and I felt the warm wetness of her mouth envelop the head of my
now very erect cock.

She sucked in on me, creating as much of a vacuum in her mouth as
she could, and then she worked me over with her tongue. At the same
time she used her fist to pump on me, keeping me awake and
interested. My hand moved to the back of her neck, giving her silent
encouragement, though she really didn't need any. She was happy to be
there, and I certainly had no complaints.

She began to work on me, taking me deeper and squeezing the base of
my cock occasionally, varying the pressure I felt all along the
shaft. She would take her mouth completely off me, choosing instead
to lick my length from top to bottom and back up again, and she would
sometimes cup my balls in her hand and give me a gentle squeeze.
Always she would return, however, to working to get me off by jacking
me with her fist and sucking on me. Her tongue was constantly in
motion, and the buildup was exquisite. I had thought I would be able
to hold out for a long time, having already come hard twice in
succession, but her talented mouth and hand elevated me to very near
the top in a surprising amount of time.

One last time she took my balls in her hand and she squeezed, and
then she locked onto me with her mouth. She started letting her
tongue rough me up as she bobbed her head up and down, taking me as
deeply as she could on occasion and then letting up until I could
feel just her teeth resting on the sensitive tissues of the tip, and
then she would drop back down on me. At the last, what put me over
the edge was when she clamped down, jacked me with her fist, and
began to hum.

The vibrations raced through me, right from the nerve endings she
was stimulating into my brain, like a lightning bolt drawn to an
antenna. My entire body clenched as I unconsciously tried to shove
more of my cock into that wonderfully damp and dark interior, and the
pumps struggled to deliver. I came, my spend splashing across her
tongue and down her throat, and she swallowed each time she felt me
spurt, creating even more pressure and activating another contraction.

Finally, there was no more left to deliver. My cock began to slowly
dwindle, and still Alex kept up her sucking and licking, determined
to capture the last drop I was able to give her. My core muscles
twitched, and I felt like I had played a ninety-minute game with
three overtimes. I was sweating and exhausted, and smiling like an
idiot.

Alex lifted up, and the sheet slid down to reveal her smiling face.

"Did you like it?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"I think you killed me," I groaned. It made her smile even bigger.
She scooted up and pressed herself against me once again, and I held
her by the back of her neck and brought her face to mine so I could
kiss her. She hesitated for just a moment, but I was determined.
Perhaps she was afraid I would taste my own semen on her lips, but
that was not a concern for me. If she was willing to take me into her
mouth and accept my load, I was not going to shy away from showing my
gratitude. I brought her lips to mine, and gave her the best kiss I
knew how. It must have been okay, because she hummed again, her eyes
happy as she gazed at me.

We fell back asleep that way, with Alex draped over me, and I didn't
stir for hours after that.

Sometime after the sun had come up, I vaguely heard one of Alex's
roommates rummaging around in the kitchen, but I managed to roll back
over and go back to sleep. By then Alex had moved to my side, and she
was curled up in a tiny ball, her mouth open just slightly and her
eyes moving behind her closed eyelids. I hoped it was a happy dream.

I woke up again a little after nine. I was alone in Alex's bed. I
got up and looked around. Alex had gathered up our clothes out of the
front room, and my shirt and cutoffs were laid out on the chair in
the corner of the room. I put my shorts on, ran my hands through my
hair to try to establish some order to the chaos, and padded barefoot
to the bathroom.

When I looked through the doorway into the kitchen, Alex was just
pouring a cup of coffee. She had thrown on an oversized orange Gator
t-shirt. She glanced over at me and smiled.

"Good morning, stud," she said. "Are you recovered?"

"I feel like I've been run over by a bus," I said. I paused, and
then nodded. "Yup. It's a good feeling."

Alex laughed. "Yeah, me too," she said. "I'm gonna carry around my
'just-fucked-twice' look as long as I can today. And even if the look
fades, I'll carry the 'just-fucked-twice' feeling with me all day."

She stepped over to me, wrapped her arms around me, and gave me a
good, long kiss.

"What would you like for breakfast?" she asked, her eyes sparkling.

"Got any cereal?" I asked. "And orange juice?"

"Sure," she said, and she turned and opened the refrigerator. She
took out a gallon of milk and a container of orange juice and set
them on the table. She took two bowls out of the cabinet, a couple of
spoons from a drawer, and two glasses from another cabinet, and set
up our place settings.

Then, with a devilish glint in her eye, she reached down and opened
one of the base cabinets. I could see a couple of boxes of cereal,
but that wasn't what really caught my eye. Alex had bent down at the
waist, keeping her knees straight, and the bottom of her nightshirt
lifted up. She was naked underneath it. She stayed in that position
longer than she needed to just to get a box of cereal out, but that
was all right by me. The view was spectacular.

She straightened up, and with feigned nonchalance she put the boxes
of cereal on the table. I stepped up behind her and gently pushed her
by the shoulder, encouraging her to bend over the table a little
more. She complied, and I dropped down to my knees, lifted up the hem
of her shirt, and gave her peeking pussy a long, slow tonguing.

Alex sighed and spread her legs out a little more, giving me plenty
of access to have my way with her. She must have washed up, because
she tasted fresh and clean, and I lapped up all the moisture I could
find as she began exuding.

It didn't take long before my cock was revived, and Alex was
lubricating freely and enjoying my attentions. I stood up and reached
for the snap of my shorts. Alex stayed where she was, propped up on
her elbows on the table, watching me with shining eyes. I dropped my
shorts, took hold of my stiff cock, and guided it to the refuge Alex
was offering. I placed the head against her hole and slowly pushed in.

It would be my fourth orgasm in twelve hours. I knew I could hold
out for a long time, and work on giving Alex her pleasure.

'Cold cereal and hot sex. An unbeatable breakfast combination,' I
thought to myself as I fucked her on the kitchen table.

When, at last, we finally were able to sit down and actually eat our
breakfast, Alex smiled at me and held out her hand for me.

"I'm not going to go to Daytona with Pru and Meaghan," she said.

"Okay," I said. "What made you make up your mind?"

She smiled again, her eyes crinkling. "You did. I don't need to go
away anymore to get drunk and get laid."



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Late in the afternoon on Friday, my friends finally arrived. Eric,
Keisha, Trent, and Danielle, all scrunched into Danielle's car for
the trip down, looked tired when they arrived. The four of them
looked like they had had enough of driving in the car as they stepped
out and stretched.

"Food, dude," said Eric. "We're dying for food."

We walked over to Chaucer's for food and beer. I called Spencer and
Jesse, and they joined us as we spent the next couple of hours
catching up and planning out our week. We wanted to come up with as
complete a plan as we could, right down to what we were going to work
on for the clinics. We made sure we set aside plenty of time for
trying out the new drills we were thinking of using. It would give us
a chance to knock around the soccer ball, plus it would help us
evaluate the effectiveness of the drills. We laughed, we ate, we
drank, and we scheduled our time.

When we were done, we all walked back to the dorm parking lot. My
four friends were staying in two rooms they had reserved at the
Holiday Inn, and they climbed back into Danielle's car for the short
ride to the hotel. Jesse got into his car and waved goodbye, heading
off in the direction of his apartment. Spencer and I went up the
stairs. I opened the door on my floor and waved to him as he
continued up to his room. I went down to my dorm room, empty for the
week with Westy gone home, and I bided my time, until I was sure
Spencer wasn't going to pop in or call me.

Each night for the next week I left my own room, and I walked over
to spend the night in Alex's bed. I didn't need to go to Daytona,
either.






(Continued in Chapter 27)


  
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