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 Flirtation
   by Nysidra
   Erotic Romance (MF)
Summary: Amanda can't study with Trevor in pursuit.
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   "Study too hard and you might..."
   Amanda unlocked her phone to read the rest of the message.  Study too
hard and she might hurt something.
   Him again.
   She looked up from her homework with a glare.  Trevor, a relentless puss
hound, had unfortunately caught her scent.  Worse still, he was a handsome,
charming devil.  She had been his friend since they shared calculus
freshman year.
   He had probably been with more women than he would ever reveal, and his
game was tight, water tight.  His cult-creating charisma might get him all
the women he could manage, but Amanda wasn't going to be a notch in his
belt.
   Not that his attention wasn't wonderful.  She enjoyed his playful
flirtations, to a point.
   Of all her male friends, why did he have to go and constantly make
things so awkward?  She could barely look at him now without feeling
embarrassed, naked.  She scanned the library stacks, a few of the cubicles,
the other study tables.
   She spotted him in a window chair on the other side of the stacks.  He
was all reclined in the upholstered chair as if he were in his own living
room, phone in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other.
   With a smirk she looked back down to her phone and texted him: "No
danger here.  I'm a professional."
   Her phone buzzed, "Exactly why you should place yourself in my care."
   Her ears burned.  She didn't need him to explain.  He'd spent weeks
flirting with her, teasing her, dropping none-too-subtle hints, but she
only let her guard down once, at the Zeta Kappa movie night last weekend.
Her former room mate, Crystal, was the Zeta who invited her.  Trevor was
just Trevor.  He seemed welcome wherever there were women.
   Amanda didn't know he was going to be there.  She had been busy
chatting, drinking, prancing around in her over-sized button down shirt and
boy shorts pretending to be one of the girls.  She let her curly brown hair
roam free.  She didn't wear makeup.  She had an 'all you can eat'
metabolism that let her enjoy the party food without guilt.
   Trevor arrived around show time to much giggling, wanton glances, and
hopeful whispers.  Of all the other girls at that party: beautiful,
shapely, demure - he went over to her.  He talked to her.  He sat beside
her.  He held her.  Amanda was just tipsy enough to allow it, to give into
the warmth of his embrace, to find comfort in his strong arms, to allow his
attention to bolster her self-esteem.
   The movie had been playing for about half an hour.  The lights were down
low.  All eyes were on the screen when Trevor kissed her on the ear. 
Amanda grinned, glowed under his attention.  His lips traveled down along
her neck and his hand eased under her shirt.  His kisses were confident,
bold.  His touch was that of a man who knew his way around.  When he cupped
her breast he knew exactly how to tease, her, how to make her feel good but
not quite intimidated.
   Amanda squirmed, trembled, and shifted in his arms.  She didn't want him
to stop, but she was afraid what would happen if she let him continue.
   "Do you have a boyfriend?"
   "No." He knew the answer to that question.  She frowned at him, but the
expression fluttered when he rolled her nipple in his fingers.  There were
more questions though, many of them were lost to the fog of her inebriation
and his touch.  If it hadn't been for the sorority house, the others half
sleep and all around them, she would have given him far more than her
secrets.
   She would have lost her virginity and his affection.  No matter how
long-standing their friendship or his current pursuit, Trevor was a sex
addict and a narcissist.  She was just a bed for him to sleep in.  He was
only drawn to her because of her resistance.
   That resistance was the only way to keep him.  Well, her resistance and
her cherry.  Barely that, while Trevor had been busy putting her under a
spell his fingers had found their way into her boy shorts.  Two fingers,
soaked by her arousal, slid back and forth just outside her entrance.
   Her phone vibrated, startling her from the memory.  "I think you should
take a break."
   A girl set a cup at her side.
   She mouthed a word of thanks as she took a sip of the drink.  Chai
latte, just as she always ordered.
   Another buzz.  "Come take a break with me.  I'm horny."
   She typed back, "Doesn't seem out of the ordinary for you."
   Her work forgotten for the moment, she watched his face as he received
the message.  He grinned.  "True, but I want you to help."
   "I will not be one of your castaways."
   "Of course you won't."
   She dropped her head to conceal her confused frown.  She didn't look up
from the message to read his expression.
   What did he mean by that?
   "It's not fair," he continued.  "You don't have much to go on when you
touch yourself at night.  Let me help your imagination."
   Amanda lifted her eyes to stair at him through the curled openings in
her hair.
   "I see I have your attention."
   She breathed heavier as the next message came through.
   "I would take you on your bed, kiss you.  I'll take my time, leave you
gasping.  I'd kiss my way down your neck to your shoulder."
   Amanda knew exactly how that felt.
   "You know exactly how that feels.  Don't you?"
   With a huff she turned her phone face down and began to pack her bag. 
She was never going to get any studying done in his presence.  Her phone
continued to buzz with incoming messages until her curiosity won out.
   "I remember how you feel, how your lips taste.  I can still smell that
raspberry lotion you wore that night.  I remember the weight of your breast
in my hand.  Your nipples are hard now and I want to flick my tongue over
each one.  That bra isn't concealing much.  I want you.  I want to make you
feel good.  I want to feel your thighs quiver while they hang over my
shoulders.  I want to hear you moan while my tongue explores your wet
pussy."
   Amanda was glad to be sitting.  She would have fainted otherwise.  He
was such a scoundrel.  She'd throw a book at him if she could get away with
it.
   "Is it such a bad thing to have your first time be perfect?  I'd make it
explosive.  And second, third, forth..."
   That broke the illusion.  Maybe his game wasn't so water tight after
all. She snatched up her phone and typed back, "You'd be sick of me before
you finished.  I'm just a puzzle for you to solve, a virgin to deflower."
   "I can solve you in under a minute with two of my fingers deep inside
you and my thumb on your clit."
   She gasped as she read the unexpected response.  She felt too dizzy to
stand, to make the retreat she desperately needed.
   "You have no idea how sexy that was, no idea why I want to make you do
that again.  I want you.  I want to kiss you, touch you, fuck you.  Not
just once, not because you have a hymen."
   Her heart thundered.  She could barely hear anything but the subtle
vibration of her phone alerting her to a further onslaught of his
attention.
   "Are you wet for me?  May I check?"
   She was more than just wet.  She was soaking and throbbing in a way that
almost hurt.  She understood what it meant to be 'hot.' Trevor made her
physically hot in every way.
   He smiled as he texted her.  "I love knowing I have you this turned on.
I could walk over to you, put my mouth on your ear, let you feel my breath
on your neck, and tell you exactly what I want.  You'd give it to me.  You
want to know how much better I can make you feel."
   Did she?  Goodness yes.  Her fingers hovered over the keys.  If she
called him a liar, he might get out of that chair.  She looked across the
room at him, but not at his face, not as his fingers, but between his legs.
He was erect, fully so.
   She decided to play his game.  "I think what you really want is for me
to come over to you and brush my hand over that painful hard on you've
given yourself.  You want my breath on your neck, my voice telling you what
I want you to do to me."
   She looked up with a smirk and expected to see him laughing.  She
expected him to congratulate her on turning the tables.  Trevor's eyes were
closed and the hands holding his phone lowered.  His forearm pressed into
his crotch.  The look on his face was one of rapture.  He was going to get
thrown out of the building if anyone noticed.
   Trevor looked the way he made her feel.
   His eyes were closed.  Time to go.
   She shouldered he bag and hurried for the exit.
   ***
   Amanda was free of him for a couple days.  The rigors of final exams
kept her head in the books.
   Mentally, she never moved far beyond their interaction in the library.
She slid her hand into her panties and traced her slick outer lips.  Why
did he do this to her?  Such cruel torture.
   She ought to torture him back, find a boyfriend.
   The idea soured.  No other man made me feel so aroused.
   She imagined her fingers were his, recalled the play of his lips against
her ear.  The soft caress that night, the thick liquid spread in a slow
circle.
   Amanda snatched her hand from between her legs at the knock on the door.
She remained still and quiet, hoping that whomever it was would go away.
   Another soft knock.
   "Just a second," she called as she rushed to the bathroom to rinse her
hands.  "Who is it?"
   "Trevor."
   She opened the door, but only enough to see his face.  "You think I'm
going to let you in?"
   "If I promise to behave?"
   "You never behave."
   "You know me better than that." He reached for her hand and kissed her
fingers, the ones she'd just rinsed off, but not well enough given the
dusky look in his eyes.
   "Go away, Trevor.  I need to study.  My last exam is first thing in the
morning."
   He pushed the door open, not forcefully, but she didn't stop him. 
"Where are your books?"
   She pointed to the foot of her bed.  He walked over and started looking
through the spread of papers.  "Ah.  Here we are." He patted her bed as he
looked over the study sheet.
   "What are you doing?"
   "You said you need to study, so let's study."
   She sat down and gave him a puzzled look.  Help her study?  How could
this turn out anyway other than terribly?
   "What's a photoelectric effect?"
   Amanda took a moment, "When a small current flows through matter when
light is shined on it."
   "Correct." He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek right on the edge
of her lips.  It was so quick she had no time to react before he asked her
the next question.  "Bragg's law?"
   "It's something about the scattering of crystals in a lattice."
   Trevor chuckled and read the correct answer and had her repeat it. 
"Understand now?"
   "Yes."
   "Give me the equation."
   With a nod, she gave him the equation and explained the concept behind
it.  Amanda tried not to sound as bemused as she felt.  She always thought
Trevor had some other girl do his homework.  He seemed to do more flirting
than studying.  It occurred to her then that she didn't know what kind of
grades he made.  He certainly never complained about them.
   She answered the next question regarding Compton scattering with some
difficulty, but accurately.  He kissed her on the forehead.  Amanda blushed
slightly and buried her hand in her hair.
   The following question she easily answered.  "No kiss?" She whispered.
   Trevor grinned.  "Rewards are earned.  That was too easy.  Give me
Bragg's law again."
   After a correct response he winked at her.  "Where do you want me to
kiss you?"
   Her lips.
   Amanda presented him with her cheek.
   They went on like that innocently enough until he went over the entire
page.  "Okay, I'm going to review the ones you had trouble with one last
time."
   "Thank you."
   "Don't thank me yet.  Each time you get one wrong I'm picking something
for you to take off."
   "And when I get something right?"
   "A correct answer isn't its own reward anymore?"
   Amanda rolled her eyes.
   "Whatever you want." He launched into the review questions.
   She only managed to lose her shirt.  She got the answers right, but
wanted to turn the tables on him.  She reached over and rubbed the inside
of his thigh.  She was going to run her fingers up to his crotch, but she
lost her nerve and pulled her hand back.
   Trevor cleared his throat and asked another question.
   She was pretty sure she knew the answer, thought about it.  She even
remembered explaining it to him when she forgot it the first time.
   "Take off your bottoms."
   Then she remembered and gave him the correct answer.  She didn't have it
in her to go for another grab.  "I just want to finish studying.  No more
games."
   "You're going to ace this.  Games help.  You're not ten years old,
Amanda.  If you're curious, go for it.  I can handle it."
   Amanda leaned forward and brushed her hand up the inside of his thigh
toward his groin.  She met the soft flesh of his dick and it jumped
slightly under her hand.  He was warm, a bit stiff, but growing stiffer and
longer under her caress.  Amanda had seen a man naked before, but not this
one, not Trevor.  He felt obscene even through his shorts.
   With trembling fingers, she pulled her hand back into her lap.  She
could barely manage two of her own fingers inside her.  "Continue." She
whispered hoarsely.
   He asked the next question, but no matter how hard she thought, she
couldn't remember the answer.  "Fuck," she whispered as she reached for her
shorts.
   He didn't even look at her, just read the answer, his voice stern. 
"Repeat it back."
   She did.
   "Explain it to me." His tone sounded strict.
   She explained it, but her voice sounded desperate as if she needed to
make him feel better, to appease his anger.  When he asked the next couple
questions she was sure to answer them quickly and completely.
   "There's only three more that I need to make sure you remember.  Okay?"
   "Yes."
   The games were definitely over, and despite his earlier teasing he was a
hard task master.  Did she upset him?
   "Is that all you needed to go over?" He put her papers away, and set her
books on the bedside table.
   "Yes.  That was it." She bit on her lip and swallowed back her tears. 
Yes, touching him had been too much.  He'd said he could handle it, but
maybe closing himself off to her was his way of handling it.
   "Review it all again when you wake up."
   "Thank you." Now that they weren't studying Amanda began to feel naked
sitting there in just her light blue snowflake panties.
   "Will you do something for me?"
   "Yes."
   He put his back to the wall and spread his legs.  He tapped the space
between his thighs.  "Sit here." He helped her sit with her back against
his chest.  "Let me finish." He flattened his palm against her belly.
   "No.  Trevor, you don't understand.  It hurts when other people touch me
there.  I'm fine.  I just--"
   "Did it hurt the first time?"
   "I was drunk."
   He sighed.  "You can ask me to stop if I hurt you."
   She squeezed her eyes shut as his fingers traced a path similar to her
own only an hour ago.  She stopped breathing as a single finger slid over
her throbbing clitoris.  When she ran out of oxygen she gasped and arched
back into him.  She felt his breath on her neck.
   His groans were soft, but she felt the rumble in his chest.  She was
about to lose her whole mind under his touch.  If he made even the
slightest mention of fucking her right now she would have screamed yes. 
All that lay between her and the monster pressing against her backside were
his shorts and her panties.
   His other hand hefted her breast and squeezed her nipple, rolling it
between his thumb and index finger.
   "Yes," she breathed, her thighs parted and she rounded her hips into his
hands.  Her thighs became a vice grip once the orgasm hit.  He tightened
his arm around her chest to keep her in place while she bucked and moaned.
   "Trevor," she turned around and straddled him, kissed him, pulled on his
lips with her teeth.  "Fuck me." She felt like such a hypocrite, such a
slut, a liar, but the fuse had been lit and she was on fire.
   He pulled her tight to his body, kissed her back, but he didn't remove
her panties, didn't touch his clothes.  Amanda tried to pull back to get
her clothes off, but he stopped her.
   "You have a test tomorrow."
   "Are you fucking with me?  When did you become the voice of reason?"
   "I'm sure you've done a great job convincing yourself that all I want is
to pop your cherry.  Amanda, darling, I could have done that weeks ago. 
Weeks." He clasped her wrists together behind her back.  "I do not give a
damn about your virginity.  It's you I want.  All of you.  If you ever
bothered to ask, I would have told you."
   "That you want me.  I get it.  Well, you can have me.  I just said--"
She yelped as he tossed her to the bed and snatched her panties off.  She
was so wet a thin strand like a spider's web extended from her to her
panties.  Now that she was naked under him she remembered how much his size
might be a problem.
   "Clearly, my little spitfire needs one more for the road." He said
between kisses that made a trail up her thigh.
   "You're not going to sleep with me?"
   "Yes, love.  One day I will, but not tonight.  Relax."
   Relaxing was the last thing on her mind.  His tongue and lips felt
hundreds times better.  She pulled her pillow over her face and moaned into
it.  She didn't want to make a fool of herself by letting every other girl
on the hall think that Trevor was screwing her.
   He might as well be.  He fucked her with his tongue, lashed her and
wrung a second orgasm from her body.  Every word he'd said was completely
true.  Trevor knew how to please a woman, how to please her.  She had more
than enough to feed her imagination now.  Each caress felt wonderful.  He
was taking his time, drawing her out, winding her up.  She'd take the pain
of losing her virginity right now if only he'd do it, take her.
   "Trevor, would you ...  would you put your finger inside me?"
   He chuckled and nipped at her thigh.  "Relax means shut up and let me do
what I want to you."
   Amanda let her body go slack and closed her eyes.  His voice sounded so
authoritative, so serious.  Let him do what he wants.  Her hips trembled as
she approached her next orgasm.  She combed her fingers into his soft black
hair and forgot all about the pillow when she cried out.  It was a
guttural, animalistic sound unlike anything she'd ever heard out of her
body.  His hand caressed her ass while he softly blew cool air on her.
   She giggled and wriggled, but couldn't get away from him, but then a
spasm of an aftershock sidetracked her thoughts.
   "Feel better?"
   "Yeah," she answered with a blush.
   "Are you going to ace your exam tomorrow?"
   "Yes."
   "When it's over I'm going to take you out.  We can put this semester
behind us."
   Amanda chuckled.  "Don't say it that way.  We're just friends.  You
don't have do treat me any differently."
   "Now who is fucking with whom." He stood and walked to her bathroom. 
"No, Amanda." He emerged drying his face.  "You're a brilliant woman.  So
here's a question for you.  Who is my girlfriend?"
   She huffed.  "You don't have a ...  um ...  I am?"
   He pulled the covers up around her shoulders and kissed her.  "Yes.  You
are.  Sleep well, I'll lock myself out."
   ***
   "I'm so glad Trevor finally fucked you." Vicky finger combed through her
bangs and winked at her as they left their final exam together.
   "He did not.  What makes you think that?"
   Vicky laughed and shoved Amanda playfully.  "Come on now.  Hannah heard
you and saw him leaving your room last night.  You were practically smiling
through the entire exam.  Good, isn't he?  Bethany and Michelle have both
been with him and oh, I'm so jealous!  I wish I could get him in my room.
How did you do it?  I could totally use the post-exam relief." She giggled
and put her arm around Amanda's shoulders.
   "He's not the only man on campus."
   "Right, because there's another one who puts in that kind of work.  I
mean, you know, it's not about his endurance.  He can get almost any girl
off - more than once before he's even tired.  You might be a geek, but
you're a popular geek.  Get him over to the party tonight."
   Amanda stepped away from Vicky and hugged her bag closer to her body. 
This was exactly what she didn't want.
   "Don't be cruel now.  You've had your fun, okay?  Making him hold out
till you gave it up.  Have some bloody consideration for the rest of us. 
There's enough of him to go around." Vicky lowered her head and her voice
as they neared other people.  "There is an end of semester party at
Worthington hall.  You're going to be invited.  Take me with you.  He's
definitely going to be there.  Last day of final?  Ohmigod, total
decadence. I've heard about his semester-end orgies and if I could--"
   "Vicky!" Amanda hissed and pulled away from her.  "Stop.  Okay?"
   "Oh." Vicky stared beyond Amanda.  "Call me," she whispered before
hurrying off.
   Amanda turned and bumped into a wall of muscle.  She squealed as Trevor
scooped her into a bear hug.  He grabbed her thighs and pulled her into a
kiss, a long, public kiss where everyone (every girl) was going to think
he'd had sex with her.
   "How was your exam?"
   "Easy.  Um, are you going to put me down?"
   "No."
   "Why?"
   "To hide my erection." He lowered her to feet but kept his arm tight
around her waist.
   She buried her blushing face in his shoulder.
   "You ask these questions and seem so surprised by my answers."
   "Should I reach down and adjust it for you?"
   "Not.  Helping." He growled.  "You're in a good mood today."
   She blushed.  "You aren't the only one who noticed."
   He kissed her on the forehead.  "I have you to myself now?"
   Could she take it back?
   That's what she should do.  Tell him that this whole dating thing was an
obvious smoke screen to avoid other girls.  Trouble was, she wasn't sure
she believed it.
   "Aw," he took her by the hand and walked with her to his car.  "Take a
look at this." He handed her his cellphone.  "Entertain yourself with that
while I drive."
   "Is there some place in particular?"
   "Text messages."
   She could make out the thumbnails of partially naked women before she
chose which one to read.  What kind of sadistic bastard showed off pictures
of other women?  But they were friends, had been friends for years.  Robert
talked about his girlfriend all the time.  It was something friends did,
and she'd always been included as one of the boys.  Once upon a time,
Trevor bragged openly about how many women wanted a piece of him.
   Nothing had changed.  There weren't so many messages that he was
drowning in them, but if he wanted to get laid, he could, and he had quite
a handful of women to choose from.  These women, beautiful women, were
irritated with her and with him.  Vicky wasn't the only one waiting for the
semester-end festival of decadence.
   'Why don't you answer my calls?  I know you like what you see.'
   'Stop chasing that prude and come play with me.'
   'I haven't heard from you in a while?  Need some TLC?'
   'I don't want to get between you and your geek girl.  I just want to
ride you for a couple minutes.'
   "You're truly a babe magnet."
   "Have a look in the photo album, but if you want to hit me, wait until
we're at a red light."
   Just thinking about what waited for her there made her want to toss his
phone out the window, but her curiosity won out.  She wanted to see which
pictures he chose to save.  She started with the last one and began to flip
back in time.
   She recognized her banded olive skirt, the pale stockings she'd worn
last week.  He managed to get a picture of her cleavage in the v-neck pink
shirt she'd worn.  Seeing all these shots of her was down right stalker
like.  No, it was exactly the behavior of a stalker.
   The other girls were there.  He was a man, not a saint, but if you gave
the entire album a look, anyone would conclude that she was the primary
target of his focus.  Besides, those other girls really did have nice legs,
a good rack, pretty lips, and yet ...  they were all similar to her.
   Amanda checked his email.  He didn't tell her to go there, but he was
busy driving.  She didn't need to see any more of his photo study.  Most of
the messages were from websites, notifications, shipping results, home work
assignments.  A seven message deep email between Calvin and Trevor drew her
attention.
   Calvin had started the conversation with a curt warning: "You're driving
Amanda up the wall.  Stop harassing her.  You know she's too fucking good
for you."
   Trevor: "Thanks for your concern, but you need to mind your own
business. I'm not harassing her, and she's a perfect judge of what she
wants.
Calvin: "She's naive and easily swayed by your attention.  Don't take
her friendship for granted.  Leave well enough alone and find someone else
to keep you warm."
Trevor: "Jealous, bro?  She's not as naive as you think, and I'll be
damned if there's anything easy about her.  You're out of line.  If Amanda
has a problem with me, she'll tell me."
Calvin: "Jealous?  Wow, man, you've got it all wrong.  Amanda is like a
sister to me, and I wouldn't dare let you near anyone I cared about."
Trevor: "I assure you: she's not a sister to me.  I understand what
you're saying though.  Ordinarily, you'd be right, so I'm not going to get
on your case.  I'm only going to say this one last time: Mind your own
business."
Calvin: "Hurt her, and it's going to be my fist in your face."
   "Why are you so quiet?" Trevor glanced over to the screen.  "Oh."
   "This was last month."
   "You sound surprised by that."
   "He asked me out once, you know."
   "I didn't."
   "After this conversation.  After he claimed he thought of me as a
sister." She closed the phone.  "All right.  I get the point.  I'm
different to you."
   "Good." He pulled into a garage.
   "Where are we?" She got out of the car and looked around the large, tool
filled garage.  "I'm very confused."
   "Don't be." He popped the trunk and pulled out two bags.
   "Hard, when I'm confused."
   He chuckled and walked her into the house.  "I bought everything I need
to make us dinner, stocked the fridge.  I'm going to cook for you."
   Amanda turned in a slow circle looking at the opulent but compact home.
   "Like it?  It's my father's place.  He's letting me stay here for the
summer."
   She loved it.  This house was beautiful and the furniture was all light
colored hardwood, silver, and leather.  She took a seat on the tan colored
couch in the living room.  He set one bag down beside the couch and took
the other into the kitchen.  A long wooden counter height table separated
the living room from the kitchen.  She rested on the arm of the couch and
watched him pull out the ingredients for whatever he planned to make.
   She didn't know he could cook, didn't know he was smart.  Amanda was
ashamed to say she didn't know much about him at all, other than he spent
any given day, "drowning in pussy." It was the first time in a very long
time that they were alone together and he wasn't flirting with her, trying
to get into her pants, winking at her, feeling her up.
   He wasn't doing any of that because she was a done deal.  He was all
swagger, sheer confidence.  Trevor's behavior irritated and fascinated her.
   "Get comfortable, then come here and sit."
   "How comfortable?"
   "That's up to you." He didn't look at her, but she caught a bit of a
grin as he opened the fridge.
   She kicked off her shoes, unpinned her hair, pulled off her belt and
bra. She piled all those things on the couch and then sat in the chair at
the counter.  He set a cold beer down in front of her.
   They talked about teachers, classes, what kind of grades they were
expecting on their exams.  Trevor's phone buzzed, but his attention was on
the steak strips simmering in the pan.  She reached for his phone and read
the text.
   "Sources tell me your balls are so blue they might fall off.  Trisha,
Danielle, and I are going to have a party in Worthington Hall.  Stop by,
let us take the load off.  We could use a man with your stamina."
   Amanda typed back, "I've got all I can handle."
   "The nerd and Vicky?  Why limit yourself to those two losers?  We're
better than any of your other options.  Remember last summer?  This is the
repeat you've been waiting for.  No limits."
   She remembered him talking about a party, back when he freely told her
everything, but now she was thinking he still kept a few things back.  Ugh,
was this really the kind of man she wanted to claim as a boyfriend?  Was
she destined to become like them?
   His phone buzzed again with the message, "We'll be waiting." Attached
was a picture of the three girls.  She recognized Trisha.  They shared an
ethics class together.  All of them looked like playboy bunnies.  Damn it,
why did the women after him have to look so damned gorgeous?  They were all
topless, in skimpy panties, bunched together, Hefting their breasts like
trophies.
   She clicked the camera button on the message and frame herself leaning
back against the table flipping them the bird.  She smiled and then took
the picture, but started when she caught Trevor, chin resting on his palms,
staring at her.
   "Please, don't stop on my account."
   "Um, I ...  you were..."
   He took the phone and read the message.  He walked around the counter
and stood beside her.  "I have a better idea." He handed her his phone and
began kissing her neck and fondling her breasts.
   Amanda took a deep breath and thought of those women, those lonely,
topless women who would be partying alone because of her: the loser, the
nerd, the geek.  She held the phone in one hand and flipped them the bird
with the hand she used to cradle his face to her body.  "Kay," she
whispered, her belly fluttering with each of his kisses.
   "What are you going to say?"
   "I'm not sure."
   He stood and took the phone.  "Hmmm, nice shot.  Let's see, 'This nerd
is partying alone.  All weekend long.  Deal with it.'" He chuckled as he
typed.  "I'm so glad the semester is over.  I think Maxine would try to
murder you."
   "How can she be jealous if she was willing to invite others?"
   Trevor shrugged and turned his phone off.  "Don't care about her." He
returned to the stove.  "I don't care about any of them."
   "So let's talk about you."
   "What about me?"
   "When was the last time you had sex?"
   "Two months ago?  I think, maybe longer."
   "Why so long?"
   He shrugged and kept his eyes on the stove.
   She emptied her beer and walked around the counter.  "How long before
this is done?"
   "Ten minutes.  It's just cooking down at this point.  Why?"
   She unbuttoned his shorts and pulled down the zipper.  "Don't make this
weird for me."
   "Wouldn't dream of it."
   "Sit on the chair?"
   He pulled one of the chairs around and even pulled his cock out for her.
Not a bashful bone in his body.
   "I just want to get you off," she whispered before sliding him into her
mouth.  She'd never given a 'proper' blow job before.  There was a time in
high school when a guy managed to get her mouth on him, but she stopped,
too nervous to continue, too afraid of what might happen next.
   She wrapped her hand around the base of him, thick and warm and hard. 
How was this going to fit inside her?  He was warm in her mouth.  She got
him wet with her saliva, running her tongue back and forth on the underside
of his head.  Amanda added a bit of suction and was rewarded with a low
groan.
   "Like that." Trevor placed a guiding hand on the back of her head.  He
eased her into a steady bobbing motion.
   Amanda relaxed her mouth and let more and more of him enter her, backing
off when she began to gag.
   "That's it.  Just relax." He didn't choke her as she feared he might,
but his guidance wasn't all that gentle either.
   He used her hair for leverage, guiding her to the angle where she could
take him to the back of her mouth.  "You make me so hard.  You're so
fucking hot.  That's right.  Suck me."
   His breath went harsh and ragged and he made the slightest whimper than
made her panties damp with arousal.  She had no idea that giving a man a
blow job could be so erotic.  "I'm close.  Swallow me.  Be my good girl and
swallow.  Fuck."
   Those were his last coherent words as his dick swelled and emptied in
her mouth.  It was a lot more than she expected, but she didn't gag.  She
swallowed and her mouth filled again with him and his thick ejaculate.
   One hand was fisted in her hair, but the other caressed her shoulder as
if apologizing for the brute that was keeping her face in his crotch.
   When Trevor finally let her go, she stayed there, her tongue played over
him slightly to prove he hadn't forced her to do anything.  She liked that
Trevor hadn't treated her like fine china.  He made her feel like a woman
who should know what she was doing.  Her eyes were tear stained from the
effort, her pussy throbbed and pulsed with need.  She'd liked sucking him
so much more than she thought possible.
   Amanda pulled back and remained on her knees in a bit of a daze.  What
did she do now?
   Trevor put his arms around her, hugged her, then his lips locked on her.
His tongue licked a spot just at the corner of her mouth, then he kissed
her again.
   "I knew it," he sighed.
   "Knew what?"
   "Those beautiful lips, that tongue of yours.  Thank you.  You were
fantastic.  Fuck, we better eat before I get hard again."
   She backed up and he stood and tucked himself away.
   "Another beer?"
   "Yes, please." She said as she wiped her eyes.  "That was fun." She
giggled as she watched him blush.  "Is that weird that I really liked doing
that?" She struggled to get the words out without collapsing under her own
embarrassment.
   "Hell no," he groaned.
   ***
   Amanda didn't mean to rush through her food.  She was too nervous to
talk, so she ate, shoveled the delicious steak and potatoes and string
beans into her belly with barely a pause to take a drink from her beer. 
This was her last night as a virgin.  It was going to hurt.  There wasn't
going to be anyway she-
   "You're soaking wet right now, aren't you?"
   That was a record scratch to her inner thoughts.  She took her time
swallowing, making sure she wouldn't choke and nodded.  No sense in being
coy.  He knew exactly how wet she could get, up close and personal.
   He took her empty plate and began to clear the table.
   "I think the faster I get this over with--"
   Trevor laughed.  "Over with.  You're so adorable."
   "You know what I mean."
   "I know, but you're wrong."
   "How can you do that?  Be so fucking confident about everything?"
   "Same way you'll be."
   "When I've been completely fucked by you?"
   He cast her a glance over his shoulder and blew her a kiss.
   Change the subject.  "I'm going to hop in the shower."
   "No you are not." He dried his hands off and gathered their stuff.  "I
don't want you smelling like soap."
   "Then I'll just rinse off."
   Trevor looked at her sideways for a moment then shook his head.
   "You're weird." She followed him into the bedroom.  At least he was
going to do her the courtesy of not dragging this night out.  She started
removing the rest of her clothes, but halted at her underwear.  He was
still dressed.  "Trevor."
   He only smiled.
   "I'm nervous.  Okay?  I feel like my stomach is in knots."
   "You just finished eating."
   "You're teasing me.  I probably deserve this."
   "I'm enjoying looking at you."
   She took off her underwear and cringed at how soaked they were.  If
she'd rinsed off maybe he'd go down on her again.
   He undressed on his way to the bed.  He grabbed her by the ankles and
dove right between her legs.  That worry was gone with an unfettered gasp.
His finger eased in and out, shallow, gentle.
   "Please, Trevor," she gasped.  "I want you."
   He rose up and stretched out over her.  He put the head of his dick at
her folds.  She felt the pressure, felt herself stretch a bit.  "I wasn't
with anyone one in all that time because of you, Amanda.  I was thinking of
you, wanting you.  No other woman could get a rise out of me.  I can spend
all weekend showing you all the foreplay I've ever known and challenge your
definition of virgin."
   "You are going to," She spread her thighs and tilted her hips toward
him. "Get inside me."
   "As you wish," he bowed his head and closed his eyes as he began to
spread her open.  She was right on the line between discomfort and pain,
and she held onto his shoulders with a death grip.  He paused, nearly
panting.  She felt the first bead of sweat fall from his brow.
   "If--"
   He put his palm over her mouth, then leaned over to kiss her silent.  He
pressed a bit deeper as their tongues explored each other.  He eased out
and back in by degrees, barely moving.
   He was so big, no matter how she adjusted her hips, he was everywhere
inside her.
   Trevor had tried to put this off, but she was the greedy one, begging
for him to get on with it, so she was going to bear it.
   "Hey.  Don't do that." He said.
   "Do what?"
   "Shut down.  It hurts for a moment, that's all.  Relax and let yourself
stretch around me."
   Amanda wasn't so sure the pain was going to end, but she decided to
defer to the expert.  She parted her thighs, widened herself to his
invasion.
   Trevor moaned and plunged her depths.  "Yes, baby.  There you go."
   "That ...  um ...  felt good."
   "Like this?" He said as he flexed his hips.
   "Yes." The change was outstanding.  "Like that." She moaned as he gently
rocked inside her.  "Wow, this feels so good."
   "Amanda?"
   "Hmm?"
   "I love you.  Don't crack a joke about it.  I do, and I have for a long
time, but I didn't want that to sway you, so to speak.  I didn't think
you'd believe me." He stole away any response with a kiss and put a finger
to her lips.  "Don't make it weird."
   She smiled and soon moaned as he began to extend his strokes.
   Trevor leaned over and whispered in her ear.  "I've dreamed about you so
many nights.  Your firm little body under mine, these thighs wrapped around
my waist.  I've been aching to feel your hungry little pussy gripping my
dick.  I'm going to make you," he paused to groan and her own moans joined
his.
   She was getting close and the purr of his voice in her ear took away the
pain, the nervousness.  Doubts had no time to form because he was the only
voice in her head.
   "I'm going to make you my girl.  I'll gorge on your body until you push
me away."
   "I won't do that."
   "Are you sure?"
   "I can't get enough of you either." She lifted her legs, wrapped her
ankles around his back.  It was a bold move, and it allowed him even deeper
inside her.  "Was I worth the wait?"
   "You're priceless, and not because you're so fucking sexy, not because I
love these perky bountiful breasts, not because I can't keep my hands and
eyes off your thighs and ass.  You're my undoing." There was more, but he
kept his voice to a whisper while her moans rose to a scream.  He was
fucking her with greater fervor now, plunging deep and powerful into her
newly spread pussy.  Something was building inside her, and she was eager
to meet her first penetrative orgasm.
   "Yes," she whispered.  He'd asked her a question.  Something about
wanting something, and it didn't matter what he said.  She wanted whatever
he wanted to give her.  She wanted him.  She wanted to reach that orgasm,
to relish in the feel of his sweat dripping off him and running down her
body, to bear the brunt of his thrusts as his hips slammed into hers.
   Amanda cried out and rolled her body along his as they descended into
the chaos of simultaneous orgasms.
   "Damn woman, that was gorgeous."
   She chuckled and rubbed her sweat cheek along his.  "You were right."
   "About?"
   "I wouldn't have wanted to be in anyone's hands but yours."
   "You're not just a piece of ass to me, woman.  You don't want the guy
you met a year ago.  I know that."
   Amanda hummed and blushed slightly.
   "What?" He propped himself up on a elbow and stared down at her.
   "Maybe I do a little.  I just want him to myself, at least for the
weekend.  I'm willing to enjoy you here and now, no matter what."
   Trevor grunted.  "I'm not." He nipped at her lips and chin, then her
cheeks.  "You better listen and listen close.  The only thing keeping me
half sane is the knowledge that I have a very long time to enjoy every inch
of you.  Until you push me away, I'm going to be all over you." He placed
kisses along her neck up to her ear.  "Are you in pain?"
   "Not really.  Not that I can tell."
   "Told you I'd fit, didn't I?"
   She blushed and rolled her eyes.  "Not so easily."
   He rolled her over and she sat up over him.  They spent the next couple
hours rolling in the bed before passing out.
   Amanda woke with Trevor entering her from behind.  His hand firmly
cupped one of her breasts and the other held her thigh.  She moaned and
shuddered.  He kissed her shoulder.
   "You could have woke me."
   "I did.  Is this okay?" He asked, thrusting deep into her.
   "Yeah, you feel good."
   "Amanda," his voice sounded tortured and enraptured at the same time. 
"I was serious about you having to push me away.  I'll keep fucking you,
wanting you."
   "I hope you were serious about teaching me all those other things there
is to learn.  Also, I really liked sucking you off.  I'd like to get better
at it."
   He groaned and whimpered as he came inside her.
   <->
Written: May 2011
"My sexual interests are like my eating habits.  I'll try anything once,
twice, if you prepare it differently." -Bianca Lee
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