TITLE    : Billy
STORYID  : billy-6
SUMMARY  : Hot coed tries to resist her boyfriend's muscular roommate.
AUTHOR   : openyoureyes@lit
DATE     : 2012-07-26
CATEGORY : erotic-couplings
FLAGS    : h
TAGS     : |college|cheating|cuckold|huge cock|blowjob|domination|seduction|girlfriend|roommate|muscles|


When I met Kieran I was a sophomore in college, and I really hadn't had what I'd call a truly satisfying sexual experience with a man. I'd dated a lot of guys, and gone all the way with a few, but I don't know if had to do with their technique, or the chemistry not being right, or what, but I'd never had a real orgasm during sex. Part of the problem was that the guys I was with tended to come so quickly that I barely even got a chance to get heated up. They always apologized, and said it didn't normally happen, and it was because I was so beautiful and they were so excited to be with me, etc., but the next time, it would often be the same thing. 



I didn't start dating Kieran because I thought things would be different with him, exactly. If anything, I had decided not to go all the way, and to really get to know a guy and take it slow. Guys were always hitting on me, asking me out, even borderline stalking me, and even with the nicer ones, it just seemed like they were so sex-obsessed that I couldn't even figure out if there was really something there or not. Basically, it seemed like they all wanted to have sex with me, and would say anything -- even believing it, sometimes -- to try to make that happen.



So with Kieran, I was upfront about the fact that I wanted to take it really slow. I'd said that with other guys, and found out they got impatient quickly, so I really wanted to make sure he got it. He said he did, and I believed him. 



Kieran was really a quality guy. He wasn't a "bad boy" or an arrogant athlete like some of my other boyfriends had been. He was patient with me, and I really believed he liked me for me. Of course, we kissed and stuff, and I could definitely tell he got aroused when we did, but I was pretty firm with my "rules." As far as "petting" went, I told him my erogenous zones were all off limits -- because I knew, from experience, that when I got triggered by being touched or kissed on certain parts of my body, all my thoughts about going slow might go out the window.



Of course, he didn't love this, especially when he realized, early on, that that included my breasts -- that he wasn't going to touch me there, and I wasn't going to take my top off -- or at least would make him stop at my bra. This was hard for me, too, but I really felt like I was doing the right thing. But sure, it was probably harder for him.



I guess I should tell you a little bit about what I look like. I'm notoriously critical of my looks, but I guess it's safe to say I'm not hideous. When I was in high school my mom got me into pageants, and I was a runner up for Miss Teen Georgia. I also got voted homecoming queen my sophomore year, which I guess was a really unusual thing, but it was more trouble than it was worth, because a lot of the girls kind of turned against me -- and I took myself out of the running my last two years.



I also gave up on the pageant thing when I turned eighteen. Some people told me I should try modeling -- and I would have men often stop me on the street or in restaurants, giving me their card and telling me they were "in the business," but I was like, "whatever," and didn't really trust it. Plus I wasn't that interested in what seemed like a superficial way to make a living.



Honestly, I got tired of guys staring at me, following me, chatting me up for no apparent reason, and didn't really want to create more of that. Don't get me wrong -- it was nice at times, the attention I got from guys -- if it was the right guys. And I was aware I would be treated differently from other girls -- by certain male teachers in high school, for instance. Especially when I dressed to look good.



Which is something I like to do. I like to look pretty, and for the most part I'm proud of my body (I spend enough time in the gym, I should get to show it off!). And I like at times to wear form-fitting or revealing clothes, depending on the situation.



Of course, this didn't make matters any easier for poor Kieran. We always had warm weather at school, so I dressed accordingly. I might wear a loose jacket or yoga pants when I'm walking across campus -- it's just less hassle -- but when we'd hang out in the dorm, you'd be more likely to find me in little boy shorts and a tank top. With a bra, of course -- I'm not looking to create a scandal -- but still, Kieran would tell me it was torture to look at me in some tight top with a hint of bare belly showing -- and know that for the most part, my body was "off limits."



I admit that I got lucky, somehow -- I don't know why. I'm one of those rare girls who finds it easy to stay slim and tight -- although the crunches and cardio help bring out the hint of stomach muscles that wouldn't be there on their own -- but at the same time, I have a pretty full rack. C cups, actually, and that's without surgery, thank you very much. I have a long torso and my tits sit pretty high on my chest, and I guess you could say they attract attention. Or they can, depending on how I dress.



I actually think my legs are my best feature -- long (I'm 5'7"), generally tan, and toned from years of dance lessons -- and certainly when I strap on wedges or pumps, or cross my legs while wearing shorts or a short skirt, I can sense that I'm having an impact on men in the vicinity.



But my upper body kind of stops traffic more. Kieran sometimes got a thrill out of walking across campus a few steps behind me, while I'm wearing a tight t-shirt or something, and watching how guys stare, and turn their heads after they pass -- and sometimes even chase after and start talking to me. 



I think it's kind of silly and borderline annoying, but Kieran loves the pride of knowing I'm "his" at such moments, and so once in a while I'll indulge him. It's the least I can do -- after all, I'm not putting out!



I guess having long blonde hair doesn't help matters (or does help, depending on what you're going for), when it comes to getting attention from guys, but I like to think I am better looking close up, and when you get to know me. They say beautiful faces tend to include large eyes and a large mouth, plus good skin, high cheekbones, and symmetry -- and I've been blessed with all of those. I suppose if I had blue eyes that would complete the picture you're probably forming as you read this, but -- sorry to disappoint you -- my eyes are brown. But they are big, and I think they're pretty. But I have to admit guys don't tend to stare into them as their first option -- unless maybe I'm wearing a parka or something.



I was definitely not wearing a parka the first time I met the last of Kieran's two suite mates at his dorm. After a few drinks and a long makeout session in the common room that he shares with two other guys, he practically begged me to stay the night. I wasn't that hard to convince, as I was tired, enjoying his company -- and the kissing, of course -- and have to admit I'm not the closest of friends with my own roommates, one of whom I share a bunk bed with.



Kieran had lucked into getting a bedroom to himself -- while the other two guys in the suite had to share the other one. True, it was a twin bed, and I knew I'd probably have to fight him off with a stick if we slept in the same bed together, but perhaps against my better judgment, I agreed. I would have to break my own normal rule, because there was no way I was going to sleep with a bra on -- although my cotton tank top and shorts were plenty comfortable enough for sleeping. I waited until the lights were out to slip out of the bra -- no reason to torture the poor boy -- and climbed into bed with him behind me, spooning me.



Of course he was hard, and I could feel it against my leg. Up to this point, I'd never seen his penis, but it felt like had the usual size and shape. I felt bad for him. His arms were around me, and he was being so careful not to even graze my breasts, or wander below my waist. I had to admit that the closeness (added to the drinks and the kissing from before) had me buzzing a little, but I wanted to be a good girl, and keep to my plan. We'd only been together a few weeks -- definitely not long enough to count as "taking it really slow." But there was no reason, I decided, that I couldn't give him a little relief.



I wish I could have seen his expression when I asked him if he wanted a hand job. He was silent for a long beat before he said "Yeah. Okay!" I didn't know if it was kind of an insult or sad compromise, but I figured an orgasm was an orgasm, and what the hell. He had his shorts off before I could say another word, so I guess he saw things the same way!



"Can we turn the light on?" he asked, in such a sweet little voice, as my hand began to slide down his stomach toward his private area.



I decided I might as well make it as nice as I could for him. I trusted Kieran, I really didn't think he'd try to push things further. So I flipped on the light.



Of course his eyes went straight to my braless chest, which my white tank top gripped pretty tightly. I was getting turned on, and my nipples were poking through the fabric, and I'm sure creating quite a sight for him. 



As for me, I was focused on his cock, which I was relieved to see looked pretty normal and functional -- probably about five to six inches long, nothing painful to accommodate (yes, I was thinking ahead to after we stopped taking things slow). As he felt my delicate fingers wrap around it for the first time, his whole body jerked. God, was he pent up! I tickled and stroked it with a light, slow touch, which seemed to be doing the trick. He was breathing super fast and heavy, sitting there propped up against the headboard, his eyes taking in my body hungrily, but keeping his hands to his sides.



"You like how I look with no bra on?" I teased, taking my free hand and cupping one of my breasts with it. 



That was all he needed. He let out a huge groan, and the cum started pouring onto my hand. It started with a little jerk that flew onto the sheet, but the rest just kind of dripped down onto my fingers and wrist. When I was sure he was done, I removed my hand, and pulled it up toward my mouth. This was naughty, I know, and probably not nice -- I acted like I was about to lick it off my hand -- extending my tongue toward it, but then using his underwear to wipe my hand clean.



"Sorry, was that cruel?" I asked, knowing how much guys are into having girls taking their cum in their mouths. (Yes, I've had some experience with that -- can we just leave it there?)



"No, not at all..." he practically gushed, SO grateful for what I'd just done. 



I gave him what I hoped was my most dazzling smile and said, "You are very welcome. And if you'll excuse me, I'm just gonna wash my hands now."



It was after two in the morning, so I really thought I'd be able to sneak through the common living room area to the shared bathroom without being seen by anyone, so I didn't bother putting my bra back on. 



But wouldn't you know it, the one of Kieran's two roommates that I hadn't met yet (the other was a sweet geeky guy who could barely seem to speak around me) happened to be coming in from the hall at, the very moment I emerged from Kieran's bedroom in my braless state.



The first thing I noticed about Billy was his eyes -- they were kind of a sparkling dark blue, piercing you might say, and as he came in the door they flashed in surprise at the sight of me, caught there in no man's land on the way to the bathroom. I guess the second thing I noticed was his smile, which was wide, bright and winning as he took a moment to drink me in. 



I just kind of gave a very quick, embarrassed wave as I scurried off to the bathroom, where I took a few minutes to wash my hands, adjust my hair, and otherwise kill time, hoping that when I came back out, he'd have gone off to his bedroom, and I could return to Kieran without incident.



But of course, he wasn't. He was sitting on the couch with the TV on, playing a video game with the sound off. Oh, and he was shirtless.



That's right, in the few moments while I was hiding out in the bathroom, he'd planted himself on the couch where he'd get another gander at me when I came out, and he just happened to doff his t-shirt.



"Hey," he said. "Billy." He stood up. "Want to play?" He was holding an extra video game controller, offering it in my direction. As if!



But I didn't say anything at first, too struck by his appearance. It was now impossible not to really notice the guy, and get a view of his shirtless torso. First of all, he was tall -- probably about 6'4". Secondly, he was built like a God -- completely ripped, and just massively muscular -- from his huge shoulders, chest and upper arms down to his shredded eight-pack. It kind of took my breath away for a second. I'm sure that was the desired effect.



Now I'd been with some guys with really nice physiques, and I guess you could say I have a weakness for muscles. And he was probably both bigger and more cut than any guy I'd ever been with. Of course, they have to be on the right guy, but they're certainly a bonus. Kieran had a nice body, by the way, and was a handsome guy. Kind of slim, about 5'10", and definitely didn't have a weight-lifter's torso. Billy probably outweighed him by sixty pounds -- and from the looks of things, every ounce of it was muscle.



"Um, I think I'll pass..." was about all I could say. He just stood there, kind of smirking at me, clearly just showing off his body. I guess with some girls, that worked. I had to ask him: "So, you come home and just tear off your shirt in the first sixty seconds?"



"I don't know, it just seemed kind of warm in here," he grinned. 



I couldn't help taking another gander at his chiseled upper body before heading back to Kieran. "What do you, work out six hours a day?" was about the cleverest thing I could think of to say.



"If you want to get the really hot girls, it helps to stand out," he said. "But you're probably not so easily impressed."



I wasn't going to dignify his obvious inappropriate flirting with a response. But as I noticed his eyes drift openly to my chest, I realized that my nipples were like two bullets tenting my cotton tank top. Had they gotten hard just from looking at his muscles? I tried to tell myself that I was still aroused from what Kieran and I had done, but some part of me knew that wasn't the case. I quickly folded my arms to cover them. 



He grinned: "Or maybe you are. Anyway, there's space on the couch, and I could use a partner here..."



"I think I'll be getting back to my boyfriend now."



"Boyfriend? Seriously?"



"Yes, seriously."



"Huh. That's weird. I keep thinking I'm catching him checking me out. Maybe I'm imagining it. Or he's bi. Anyway... good luck with that."



Oh my God, what an asshole! I was burning with irritation at this cocky jerk as I let myself back into Kieran's room. He was asleep, but he stirred as I got back into bed.



"What's up," he said groggily.



"Your roommate is kind of an asshole."



"Huh?"



"Apparently I just met Billy."



"Oh." He didn't sound pleased. "What happened? What did he say?"



"Nothing, it doesn't matter. Let's go to sleep."



He wrapped his arms back around me and happily complied.



But I had trouble sleeping. I imagined Billy still sitting out there with his shirt off, just hoping and waiting for me to come back out and throw myself at him, like I'm sure skanks across campus happily were doing. I mean, yes, he was pretty gorgeous, physically. There was no denying it. Super handsome, and a great body. But that attitude! 



Eventually, I fell asleep.



In the morning, Kieran overslept and had to race off to class, leaving me to let myself out. Thinking the other roommates were also gone -- their bedroom door was open, and nobody in there - I decided I might grab a quick shower. I knocked on the bathroom door and waited a moment, just to make sure. No one answered.



Carefully, I tiptoed in -- only to discover that the showers was running, and guess who was in there, with the curtain halfway open? You guessed it. Mr. Arrogant. I tried not to look, but for some reason, my eyes, flashed down for a moment to his crotch. He was soft, but clearly swinging some pretty hefty -- and lengthy -- pipe. 



In the split second as I registered this, he noticed me, and rather than pull the shower curtain shut for modesty, he turned slightly to face me more full-on. "The water's warm," he grinned. He looked at me for a moment, in my underwear, and I couldn't help but notice his cock start to stir. "You can join me if you want."



"Yeah, no thanks," I said, covering my eyes, and rushing to the sink to find my toothbrush and get out of there. 



"God, I never thought I'd say it, but I envy Kieran," Billy said. 



Was he really trash talking my boyfriend that brazenly? I glanced over one more time, as I sped for the door. He was practically staring a hole through me -- and his cock was rising and lengthening in a hurry. I tried not to stare -- I didn't want to give the bastard the satisfaction -- but it was hard not to do a double take as his size. The guy was massive. And he wasn't even all the way hard yet.



I got the hell out of there in a hurry. 



The rest of that day, though, I found myself thinking about him. I mean, who cares if he's got a big cock? I've had guys of various sizes -- some smaller than Kieran, some a couple inches bigger maybe. The biggest guy I'd been with, it had been painful at times, and certainly no better than the smaller guys. And it was pretty obvious that Billy could put him to shame. I was curious -- that's what I told myself. Who wouldn't be? And shocked, by his attitude, and a bit by his looks. 



I tried to put Billy out of my head, but the next night, I found myself asking Kieran about him. What was his deal? Kieran clearly didn't want to talk about him. All he would say is that he was in the school on an athletic scholarship, and they weren't really friends. 



I was curious if he had a girlfriend -- just curious, girls are like that -- but I knew how it would sound if I asked. Instead, I just asked if he came home most nights at such late hours. Kieran said he did often, and also didn't come home at all fairly frequently. At times, he brought girls home, and Jared (the third roommate) found himself sacking out on the couch to get some privacy. 



Another makeout session -- in the bed this time, but with my usual rules -- led to another hand job. As I was giving it, I found myself wondering what such a big cock was like, and whether some girls were really into the size. I mean, I was certainly curious, though I would never want Billy (or Kieran) to know. But I had to admit, as I excused myself to go the bathroom to wash my hands again, I was a little tingly at the thought of running into Billy again.



He wasn't in the living room and his door was closed, but as I stood at the sink in the bathroom -- this time in a t-shirt of Kieran's -- I heard the door open, and it was Billy entering. Wearing only boxers. My eyes flashed at the view of him in the mirror. He stopped to return my gaze, standing behind me. God he was big, and god that body was gorgeous. His legs were as extravagantly muscled as his upper body. 



"You again," he said. "Couldn't get enough of me?"



"Yeah, something like that," I stammered, a bit intimidated about being alone in the bathroom -- his bathroom -- with him.



"I'll let you have some privacy. I just wanted to say -- sorry if I came on a little strong. I can be an asshole sometimes."



"That's okay, I was just leaving," I said curtly, turning now to face him, but heading for the door.



"You've got a really nice body," he said, looking me up and down shamelessly.



"Is that how you talk to girls that are dating your friends?"



"He's not my friend. He's my roommate. And just so you know, if we each wanted the same thing, it would be every man for himself."

<hr pg="2" />"Good to know. But Kieran and I have something special."



"Have you let him inside you yet?" 



I couldn't believe he would ask that. I didn't know what to say. I was truly speechless. I wanted out of there, but he was blocking my way to the door. And also, in some weird way, I didn't want to leave. It was stimulating to be around him, that's for sure. Part of me liked his cocky attitude, to a point. I mean, I like it when a guy takes charge, and is confident -- isn't scared by a woman. So many guys seem to be scared of saying the wrong thing.



"I'm gonna take that as a 'no.' So let me start over. I'm Billy...I'd love to take you for a drink some time. No one has to know. So you can see the other side of Mr. Asshole. I promise not to say inappropriate things. I'm better out in public."



"What about the word 'boyfriend' did you not understand?"



"You haven't gone all the way with him yet. Maybe there's a reason. Maybe you're holding out for someone... or something... different. Anyway, it's just a drink. Tell you what, I'll be at Bar M tomorrow night at nine. If you happen to also be there, we can call it a coincidence." With that, he turned and headed out of the bathroom. And yes, I took a peek at his ass as he did. And yes, it was a great ass.



So what was I going to do? Was I going to meet this guy for a drink? Why was I even considering it? Was I out of my mind? What would Kieran think? 



I knew what he'd think. But I had to admit, part of me was curious what this Billy would be like in public, on his best behavior. And of course, physically, I was attracted to him. Not that I would ever, ever give him the satisfaction, nor could I betray Kieran. That would be awful. I'd hate myself. But somehow, I found myself asking what one of my girlfriends was doing and if she wanted to have a drink with me that night. Guess what place I chose? 



And somehow, I found myself putting my hair up and wearing a tiny black dress and six-inch pumps. What was I doing? I told myself that I wanted to look my best because I wanted him to burn with desire for what he couldn't have -- I wanted to torture him with lust, and rub his face in his cocky attitude. But another part of me felt something else I didn't want to admit. As much as I wanted to stand up to him, there was also a more feminine impulse somewhere in me. To surrender to this big strong guy with the huge cock. Or at least to flirt with doing so.



As my friend and I walked into the bar, I knew people were staring. I was used to it. We took a seat at the bar and ordered drinks.



But when Billy came in, wearing tight jeans and a tight t-shirt, I swear he got even more stares. God, the guy could command a room. Women were checking him out openly -- including my friend. "God, who is THAT?" she asked me, and was surprised when he walked over to us.



"I knew you'd come" was the first thing he said to me.



Seeing I'd come with a wing girl, he texted a couple of his buddies, and soon she was occupied trying to fend off two cocky jocks while Billy sat down next to me. He wanted to go to a booth, but there was no way I was going to be seen there alone at a table with him, like it was some sort of date. But that's exactly what he pronounced this -- a date. And it was pretty hard for me to protest that it wasn't. After all, I'd met him, at his time and place! 



And I had to admit, the public version of him was pretty easy to be around. Gone was the bravado -- although he was still pretty cocky, there were no outrageous comments. Instead, he asked all about me, and didn't make the slightest move toward getting physical, or wanting to take things outside the bar. Almost to the point where I found myself wondering if he really was that impressed with me after all. He wasn't stammering, he wasn't checking me out, he wasn't trying to get closer. Oddly, I found myself doing stuff I never did -- like leaning forward to show more cleavage, laughing, touching my hair, brushing against him "innocently". Maybe it was some sort of instinct taking over -- the desire of the female to attract the alpha male. Not that I would do anything with him -- I knew I could control myself. But I guess I wanted him to want me. 



Then the DJ started working. "You like to dance?" he asked innocently. I love to dance. And the music he was playing was right up my alley -- chill grooves, very clubby and atmospheric. "So we'll dance," he said, seeing the look on my face. "You can act like you're dancing in a group."



I followed him to the dance floor, Kieran the furthest thing from my mind in that moment. He was a good dancer, very relaxed, very confident in his body, and several of us moved to the music with no physical contact. But then a slow song came on. He held out his hand. 



Oh shit. What was I going to do now? I really had to admit myself that I wanted to dance close with him. Would one song really hurt? He had a little puppy dog look on his face, like "Don't leave me hanging." So I put my hand in his.



In a quick dramatic gesture that practically took my breath away, he pulled me to him, and suddenly I found myself pressing up against his powerful torso, one of his hands holding mine, the other going to the small of my back. My free hand instinctively went to the side of his waist. 



God, it was hot! I could feel the energy between us. He pulled me closer and I let him. I gave him the treat of feeling my breasts press against his broad chest. He returned the favor by pressing his crotch against mine. Holy shit. Yes, he was hard, and he felt truly enormous. How could any girl let that inside of her?



I was getting a little light headed. What was I doing here? Kieran was my boyfriend! And by all appearances, this guy was a total player, a cocky bastard that just wanted to score -- no matter how nice he was being at the moment. Trust me, I'd seen this before. And the hard cock pressed against me just confirmed his true intentions, and what this was all about.



And yet, could I blame him for being aroused? Plus the feel of both of those big strong arms around me now, pulling me against him, was electrifying and warm at the same time - I didn't want it to end. I found myself resting my face against his neck. Just part of slow dancing, I told myself. And when one of his hands moved gently down my back to rest on my ass, cupping it and holding it from outside my dress, it felt so good, like the place where his hand was meant to be. I decided to give him -- or us -- that momentary treat. 



But then, he went too far. He moved his hand up under the short skirt of my dress, and found its place again on my bare ass. It felt great, but somehow I was shocked into realization of what was happening. This guy's bare hand was on my ass! I pulled away. 



"What is it?" he asked.



"I can't do this. I shouldn't be here," I stammered, having trouble making eye contact with those piercing masculine eyes. 



And I left.



The next day, I couldn't believe I had even gone to meet him. I prayed that he didn't tell Kieran, and that nobody saw us together and it got back to him. I really liked Kieran! And I didn't want to lose him. He was a great guy, and I was very attracted to him. Yes, something about Billy was super hot, but I knew that kind of thing would pass quickly. Kieran and I had real potential.



Thankfully, it didn't seem that Billy had said anything to Kieran, and things returned to "normal". But now I found myself spending the night there every night, and actually kind of hoping for some sort of Billy sighting. I didn't know what I'd do if one happened, but I knew that the energy between us wasn't over, somehow.



But for the next week or so, Billy wasn't there. Kieran gave me a key so I could come and go as I pleased. Then one weekend he was leaving town to go home to his parents. He told me I was welcome to sleep in his bed if I liked. He enjoyed the thought of me keeping it warm for him. 



Part of me didn't want to go there when he wasn't there. Maybe I didn't trust myself. But another part of me couldn't be kept away. I knew I was going to take him up on his offer, and actually found myself eagerly anticipating the first night -- and even packing some sexy lingerie to wear for keeping his bed warm. What did I think was going to happen? I didn't know, but I was giddy about the illicit thrill of it all.



What I didn't expect when I showed up at the suite was to find Jared on the couch, reading a magazine, looking glum. "Hey, what's up?" I asked. His eyes glanced toward his own closed bedroom door. Now I heard it. The sounds of unabashed love making. 



I took a moment to process this unexpected development. Then I realized Jared was probably wondering what I was doing here. "Kieran said I could stay here while he's gone. I'm not crazy about my roommates."



"I know the feeling," Jared said. "I'm going to head to my parents for the weekend. I'm about ready to leave."



It didn't take my little brain long to do the math on that one. That meant me and Billy alone in the suite. At least, potentially. As of right now, there was another female in the suite. A point that was brought home seconds later, when Billy's bedroom door opened, and out popped the visitor who Jared said had been in there with him for "hours" -- and who was, as he put it, "a new one, but that's nothing unusual."



The girl was hot, I had to admit. A tall brunette with long, thick hair that had that "freshly fucked" look to it, blue eyes, and a slamming body, which was currently clad in a pretty white bra and panties. She also had a sleeve tattoo down one arm - an elaborate and multi-colored design that I couldn't decide whether I found ugly or hot.



"Who are you?" she asked as she saw me. 



Immediately, I noticed Billy in the room behind her, jumping off the bed and coming out to mediate. He had on boxers, and nothing else -- at this point, pretty much his average attire when I was around, it seemed. I tried not to glance in the direction of his crotch this time.



"Hey," he said to me, with a deep significance to the word, as if I'd showed up to see him. Of course, in a way, I had. His girl picked up on that energy right away, turning to look at him with growing outrage.



"I'm Kieran's girlfriend," I said, seeking to defuse the situation quickly. 



Jared was taking this moment to slink out of the room, not wanting to be part of any of this. I guess I couldn't blame him.



"I'm glad you're here," Billy said to me, and the girl looked back at him again. "You seem mad," Billy said to her. "If you want to leave, I'll understand."



You could tell that this girl was really not used to guys talking to her this way. Join the club, I thought. 



She just looked at him, kind of silenced by this, then back at me. She checked me out. I was wearing jean shorts, wedges, and a scoop top with a hint of cleavage. And a little makeup. Yes, I wanted to look good for Billy. I can't tell a lie.



"Hey, if you want to join us," she said to me, "I'm up for it."



Oh. My. God. She did not just say that.



Now I'm not a total prude, or a total innocent. And yes, I've kissed girls a couple of times. Not a huge deal. Nothing beyond that. And I've had my share of wild propositions. But something about this one...



Billy had a gleam in his eye. I'm sure the porn movie images were flying around in his head. I half expected him to say there was enough cock to go around. Instead, he said something that surprised, impressed, and kind of thrilled me.



"No, you should go."



Completely humiliated, his date headed for the door. I definitely heard the word "whore" under her breath. I didn't bother trying to explain.



So now it was me and Billy, standing there facing each other. Him in his boxers.



"Sorry... I didn't expect to see you..." he said "I thought Kieran was gone..."



"He is. He said I could sleep in his room. I don't really love my roommates."



"So you came for the weekend, knowing he'd be gone?"



"Don't get any ideas. Yes. And I'll try to stay out of your hair. I know it's like grand central station over there."



"Well, when you can't have what you really want, sometimes you distract yourself with lesser options."



"Uh huh. Keep talking."



"Believe me or not. But... I wanted to apologize. I got carried away the other night. I went too far."



"It's okay," I said quietly.



"I just... got caught up in the moment. You looked so hot, and felt so good pressed up against me. It felt good, right?"



I paused. Should I admit this? I couldn't meet his gaze right now. But I could sense a stirring in his crotch. I tried not to look at his gorgeous body. I just wanted to get out of there. 



"Yes," I found myself saying quietly.



"If I had tried to kiss you, would you have let me?"



I honestly didn't know the answer to that. I went the safe route.



"No. I have a boyfriend. It was good you did what you did. It reminded me of that, and that I needed to go. Now if you don't mind, I think even this conversation -- with you in your boxers, straight from..." I gestured with my head toward the door the girl had left through. "Is highly inappropriate."



"I'll throw on some clothes."



He darted off to his bedroom. God, he was actually cute, he was so excited to see me, so eager to fix things. I couldn't help but smile as he pulled on jeans -- and watch admiringly as he stretched a t-shirt over those incredible shoulders, and wide back and chest. Was I going to just stand there? It wasn't bed time. It was four in the afternoon. Why was I even there, anyway?



Before I had a chance to come up with an answer for myself, he was back, and headed for the TV. "Come on. Call of Duty," he grinned. "This time you have no excuse not to play."



He sat down on the couch and turned on the TV. What the hell was going on here? I knew one thing, quite honestly. I didn't want the interaction to end. And this was a safe way for it to continue.



And so... Call of Duty. And a couple of beers. If Kieran only knew... God how trusting he was to give me a key. When my thoughts went there, I instantly hated myself. But then, Billy would say something funny, or there'd be an exciting moment in the game, or his eyes would flash to mine and I'd find myself caught up momentarily in his gorgeousness. 



He was very playful in the game, showing me how to play, doing some trash talking, and I found myself enjoying it. Harmless fun, it felt like, when he put his hand on mine to show me how to use the controller, or he grabbed it away and I grabbed it back, or he pushed me on the arm to throw me off just as I was about to shoot his character. 



After a couple of these shoves, I shoved him back, pressing both hands against his massive upper arm. I liked how hard it felt. Of course, I couldn't budge him. He grabbed one of my wrists in his hand. "Careful now," he grinned. "Remember who's in charge."



"Oh, really?" I asked. "Is that you? Are you in charge here?"



"Yes, and if you push me again, I will have to pin you down and tickle you until you pee."



Empty threats don't work on me. Or maybe I wanted this. Who knows? I shoved him again.



He was on me in a nanosecond, that huge torso rising up over me and pushing me down onto my back on the couch, one hand holding one of my wrists, as the fingers of his other hand found my rib cage.



I was laughing hysterically -- I am very ticklish -- but also incredibly aware of the electricity of the moment as he stopped, mouth inches from mine, staring into my eyes. He took both of my hands, fingers intertwining, pushing them down onto the couch on either side of my head. 



This was the moment. I knew it. He was going to kiss me. And I couldn't somehow form the words to stop him, or take what I knew was a "kiss me" look off my face. He leaned in and gently, very softly, placed his huge closed lips against mine. I kept my mouth closed, but my lips were puckering to accept his, enjoying the feel of his pressing against them. He held his mouth there, softly, barely moving -- and the heat between us was incredible.



And then I felt his crotch lower against mine -- and the feel of that huge hardness in his jeans pressed into my jean shorts. Much more fully than dancing, because of the angle, I could now feel his shaft up against my moistening pussy. And I was incredibly turned on.



But then, as he moved it against me subtly in a back-and-forth manner, something broke the spell. Again, he'd moved too soon, made his intentions too obvious. Images of him feeding that cock to the hot brunette flashed into my mind, and of Kieran, and what would happen if he knew about this.



"No," I said. Firmly. He stayed there. "Please get up."



He did, slowly. I could tell he wasn't used to being shut down like this. He seemed a little pissed.



"If this was the whole point of us playing... well, I should've guessed that."



"It wasn't."



"You're very convincing."



"You're very irresistible."



"You'll live."



And I excused myself for Kieran's room.



I stewed alone on the bed for a while, trying to fall asleep. It was useless. Even though he had definitely pushed things too far, too fast, the reality is I was enjoying myself with him. And maybe I was lying to myself, not admitting where this was really headed. Could I enjoy this guy's company and not let it get physical? Remain faithful to Kieran? 



I also really did not want to give Billy the satisfaction of scoring with me, which I knew, when all was said and done, was probably all this was. Every girl wants to feel like they're the one who can 'turn' a player, but this guy... I just had a feeling it was all an act. He was just trying to seduce me. 



See, I didn't tell you that I had also asked around about him a little -- did some amateur sleuthing through Facebook, etc., and I found out a few things. The main thing that kept coming back was that he was not interested in a relationship. He had been with a lot of girls on campus. One of them was a friend of a friend, who apparently couldn't stop raving about Billy's big cock -- so much so that other girls decided they wanted to try it out, too. She was hurt at first to realize she was only a several-night fling, but she knew at least two other girls who also were with him about that same amount of time, and would have done it all over again, if they'd had the chance. And these were really pretty girls!



Was I missing something? Was the whole "huge cock" thing something I just didn't understand -- how great it was? I mean, yes, he turned me on, but I didn't think it was so much about that. His cock size intrigued me, but I think I was more turned on by his muscles, his eyes, and just his cocky attitude.



Whatever. The point was, I couldn't sleep. And I figured he was probably still awake, too, wondering what he had to do to get me to come worship his cock like all the other girls seemed to be doing. At least I knew I could stop him and he would respect it. I mean, he had gotten up off me when I asked him to. I had to admit it was kind of fun, too -- the push and pull of it, having such power over a guy who is physically so much more powerful than me. 



I was playing with the idea of going back out there to see if he was awake. Why? I didn't know. But god help me if I didn't first put on the sexiest little bra-and- thong-panties sleepwear combo I'd brought with me. What was I going to do? Tease him? Or was I hoping that he'd seduce me, and do it right this time?



Clearly all reason had left me. I found myself opening the door and taking a peak. He was nowhere to be found. His door was closed. A bit disappointed, I took a seat on the couch, and turned on the TV. I knelt there, legs curled up under me, watching Jimmy Fallon come out to do a monologue, with the sound off.



And then, I heard his door open. Immediately, my heart started racing. I didn't look over. I let him come to me. He did. He was wearing cargo shorts and no shirt. 

<hr pg="3" />"Couldn't sleep?" he asked.



I looked up at him. He stood there, those huge arms at his sides, seemingly ready for anything. I drank in how good he looked. I shook my head "no."



"You don't like sleeping alone?" he asked. The truth was, I didn't. Although I wasn't going to answer this obviously loaded question. So he continued.



"How do you guys normally fall asleep together?"



I couldn't believe he was bringing up Kieran. 



"On our sides, with him spooning me."



"Ah. I like that position too."



"Most guys do."



"Does he press it up against you pretty firm-like?"



"He's a gentleman. He doesn't do anything I don't want him to do."



"I'm sorry for what I did. That kiss was just so hot. Wasn't it?"



Uh, yeah! But was I going to admit that to him? If I did, I'm sure he'd be coming over to recreate it. Did I want him to? I decided to go with silence, for now.



"Come on, you're not going to be honest with me, now? It was hot."



"So what if it was? I could have hot kisses with lots of guys who aren't my boyfriend."



"And yet you're not spending the night in the same suite with any of them."



"I told you, I don't like my roommates."



"Is that what you wear when you want a guy to back off?"



He had me there. Clearly I didn't want him to back off. At least, not all of me.



"I know your reputation."



"What, the sideshow? That ripped guy with the big dick, that every girl has to try at least once or twice?"



"From what I hear, they're not the ones who flake off."



"Maybe I haven't met the right one yet."



"Maybe that's what you say to every girl you want to have sex with."



"I don't want to do anything you don't want to do. In fact, I think spooning sounds pretty nice."



"Yeah, right. In my boyfriend's bed."



"Mine's fine."



"No thanks. I know what you were doing in there earlier."



"So his bed it is."



He was grinning at me, that playful look again. God, he was gorgeous. I wanted him to kiss me... and more. I didn't want to return to our separate rooms again. But I couldn't say so out loud.



I got up and went to Kieran's room. But I left the door open. I turned out the lights and lied down in the bed, on my side, my heart pounding, breathing so fast I thought I might pass out.



After making me wait a good five minutes, he came in. I closed my eyes. Maybe if I didn't look at him, I wouldn't do anything I'd regret later. 



He climbed in bed behind me. I could feel the heat of his body as he slid toward me. And then that big strong arm, wrapping around my bare waist, and pulling me into his bare chest. 



God, the skin on skin contact felt good! His mouth was at my ear as I adjusted to the feel of him pulling me against him. 



"So you guys just go to sleep like this?"



"Sometimes."



"What about the other times?"



I couldn't answer that. What was I going to say, "I give him a hand job?" He already had a low enough opinion of Kieran. And here I was letting him into his bed with me!



He was being very careful, I could tell, not to let his hardness -- if he even was hard -- come into contact with me at this point. I guess he'd learned his lesson.



"Let me guess," he said. "He gets really excited. You feel a little bad, because you're not putting out. So you take care of him."



It was almost like Kieran told him. But somehow I sensed Billy would be the last person Kieran would talk to about us. I remained silent, trying to just enjoy the feel of his thick fingers and heavy palm resting against the bare skin of my stomach. 



"Does he even get to touch your tits, or anything?" he asked. I said nothing. It was like I told him everything. "God, now I'm starting to feel sorry for the guy."



"Don't talk about him."



"Sorry."



"It's okay."



A beat passed. His hand didn't move. If it had, I had a feeling it would be all over. If he moved to touch my breast, I was so excited, that I probably would've just given myself to him. Little did he know how close he was to having me... And that I actually kind of wanted him to do it.



"Just so you know, I'm trying not to press up against you like that, because of before. But I am aroused. Very."



"Thanks for letting me know."



"In case you weren't sure."



"I hope you're not thinking that I'm going to...help you out with that."



"Of course not. I know you wouldn't want to."



Well, I wouldn't go that far. The fact was, I was curious as hell about seeing that big cock, even touching it, at least with my hands. But I was afraid of where things would go after that -- and reluctant to go down that slippery slope of cheating even worse than I already was -- and of giving him what he wanted.



"I guess you find it kind of... unappealing. The size."



"Please. Don't act like it's your cross to bear that you're well-endowed."



"You'd be surprised how many girls it scares off."



"Poor baby. That girl today didn't seem so scared."



"I'm not saying it doesn't attract some of them too. I said that before. But it's not necessarily as great as everyone thinks."



"Uh huh. Well, just for the record, I'm neither of those. I'm just a girl who's trying to be good."



"So I guess if I'm going to get taken care of, I'll have to do it myself."



"That would be a yes."



"And you don't want to like... watch. Or let me look at you. Or both."



The truth was, both sounded pretty cool to me. At this point, I'd have almost paid money to watch that show -- and I could also enjoy putting on a show for him, to see him enjoy looking at me, to get off on watching me, even to jerk off. But seriously, I'm going to say "yes" to that? No.



"I'm afraid you'll have to leave the room if you want that."



To my surprise, he let go of me, and got up off the bed! The guy was actually going to leave me, to go jerk off!



But before he left, he wanted to confirm one last thing: "So you don't want to be the visual inspiration." 



Suddenly, a thought occurred to me. A few weeks ago, this photography major I know named Stephen talked me into posing for some lingerie and swimsuit photos for him. It's a long story. I like Stephen as a friend, he definitely wants more than that, and I was uncomfortable about doing it, for that reason. But he showed me some other shots he'd done, and the guy was good. He offered to supply a hair and make-up person, and give me the shots for free. He even said I could give them to my boyfriend if I wanted -- just if I submitted them anywhere professionally, to give him photo credit.



So we went out to the beach one Friday -- I took a friend with me just to feel totally on the up and up -- and he spent hours photographing me in various little swimsuits and underwear. He was totally professional about it, complimenting me on how great I looked, how well I moved and took direction, etc. It was actually pretty fun. 



In fact, it was so fun that over the course of the day, he wore me down with his urging for me to do a couple topless shots at the end, just to have, in case I ever wanted to submit them to Playboy or something. He promised me he'd give me all the originals and never do anything with him. I trusted the guy, so I agreed.



When he sent me the shots, I was really impressed with how well they turned out. And I had to admit, I looked pretty fucking hot, if I do say so myself.



I just remembered, in that moment, that I had them on my iPad. Including a couple topless ones. I handed it to Billy. He looked at me quizzically. I just said "photos."



He took it with him to his bedroom.



God, this was crazy! What was I doing! I just sent my boyfriend's suitemate off to jerk off to pictures of me, on my own iPad! What was I doing?



The crazier part was I did want to watch. 



I decided things couldn't get any more out there, and what really was the harm? So after a moment, I got up off the bed and tiptoed toward his room.



He'd left the door open -- of course. He was lying on the bottom bunk, shorts still on, scrolling through the iPad. He pretended not to notice me as I climbed the ladder up to the top bunk. There was a mirrored closet door across from the beds so I could see him as he found the photos. And I could watch as he unbuckled his shorts, and pulled them off.



God, his dick was huge. It was already hard when he took it out, so it sort of flopped firmly against his hard stomach. It's head came up way past his navel, almost to the bottom of his gorgeous pec muscles. I guess "marveled" is the right word to describe me watching as he wrapped his big hand around it and began to stroke it gently. 



It was no joke to say his cock was twice as big as Kieran's. It had to be like eleven or twelve inches long, but it was also really thick -- as big around, proportionally, as it was long. He was circumcised, and the crown was significantly wider than the shaft, even. It was maybe about the size of a lime. 



He had some moisturizer next to the bed, and I watched as he took a squirt into his palm and really began working his huge shaft now, using his other hand to scroll through my pictures.



"God, you're so hot," he moaned -- his first acknowledgement that I was in the room. What was I supposed to do, say thank you? Be offended? I'd given these to him for this very purpose!



"I want to feel you so bad," he continued, really pumping himself now. "I know it will never happen, but God if you were my girlfriend I would give it to you so good. I would take such good care of you. I'd protect you, I'd provide for you, and I'd love you so slow and so powerful and so deep..."



God this was turning me on. I wanted to touch myself so bad. I was so wet. My nipples were like begging to be sucked on. 



Now he got to the topless photos. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god" he panted. I watched, wide-eyed, as his huge cock jerked, and this long stream of cum just shot out of it, all the way over his head and against the wall behind him. And then another went almost as far, before he adjusted the angle so the ejaculate shot onto his chest and neck and stomach. I was amazed at how much cum this guy generated, and how powerful the bursts were. They just seemed to go on and on, pulsing out of that huge cock head in long, thick streams, just covering that gorgeous chest, then dripping down the side toward the bed.



He grabbed his underwear and used it to catch the cum and wipe himself clean. I was beginning to feel a little woozy. I couldn't believe I was in here with him, and this had just happened!



I climbed down the ladder to leave. "Hey," he said, and I turned for a second. He tossed me the cum-soaked underwear! Instinctively I caught it, and instantly felt the sticky liquid on my hands. "Throw this in the hamper for me on your way out?"



Oh my god! No, I wasn't going to do that. I just dropped it on the floor and ran to the restroom.



I half expected him to follow me in there, but he didn't. I looked at the bits of his cum on my hand, and brought it up to get a closer look. It had a distinct smell, almost a little sweet, not like other guys' cum. God, I actually wanted to taste it! And who would know? 



How crazy is that? Is that how much lust this guy generated in me? It wasn't for his benefit, or to turn him on, but because I wanted to! Deciding not to overthink it, I stuck out my tongue and licked some of the white fluid off my hand. 



It didn't taste bad or anything, but immediately I was struck with what I had done. I'd put this guy's cum in my mouth, for God's sake! I quickly washed my hands, only to notice, as I turned to go, that some of his cum had gotten on my top, too.



God, what had I done! There was probably some on my iPad, too. I instantly felt remorse. What about Kieran?



As I headed back to the bedroom I noticed that I'd missed a call from him. I locked the door, feeling a bit sick. Should I call him back? Then he called again. I decided to answer. "Hey!" I tried to sound casual.



He was glad to hear my voice. He missed me. Was I in his room? Yes. Did he wish I was there to spoon him? Absolutely. It's lonely without you.



There was a pause. I wondered if the thought had crossed his mind -- what about Billy? Before the moment could get any more uncomfortable, I said, "Baby I'm so glad you're patient with me. I know it's hard."



"No, not at all."



"You're such a gentleman. It's not that I don't want to, you know that."



"I know."



I could hear the shower running in the bathroom. I imagined for a moment Billy's hot body, the water on it, him soaping himself down, washing off the cum that my pictures had created and caused. I felt myself getting moist again.



No! I'm on the phone with my boyfriend! This is not okay!



But then, an idea crossed my mind. "Maybe we could do it... over the phone." 



"Excuse me?"



"Phone sex."



"Now?"



"You have something better to do?"



I'd surprised him again. And delighted him. I took the lead, already turned on, my fingers happily reaching inside my panties and finding the wetness there, and my throbbing clit. We were into the "act" quickly:



"God it feels so good to have you holding me down with your big, strong arms, and just taking me..."



"Yeah... It sure does..."



Of course, I was thinking about Billy's arms. I couldn't help myself. "I'm so hot and wet and open for you, you've waited so long, and you're so turned on..."



"Yes I am baby..."



"I feel the head of that huge cock pressing into me..."



He didn't say anything. I wondered if the "huge" thing threw him.



I tried to cover, sort of. "Your cock seems so big, so long, so thick as it pushes inside me..."



"Mmm hmmm..." he sounded like he could be close to cumming. I knew I was.



"You're reaching places so deep inside me I didn't think any man could ever reach!"



He could take this either way. I made it sound like I meant emotionally, and in a way, I did. But I was imagining Billy's huge appendage, and what it would to do me physically if I let him inside me...



"Oh god!" he was definitely cumming now. And I was so close... But not quite there. It wasn't happening. I decided that was okay.



We talked for another moment and said good night. I felt somewhat better, despite knowing what a bad girl I'd been.



There was a knock on the door. "Yes?"



"I just wanted to give your iPad back."



I didn't say anything. The door opened. Billy was standing there. Naked. And soft. Still huge, of course. And holding my iPad.



"That sounded fun," he said



"You listened?"



"Not on purpose. I waited to knock. I didn't realize Kieran was huge."



I'm sure I was blushing. 



"Or maybe you were thinking about someone else."



God he was so arrogant right now. Like he knew he had me or something. 



"Didn't sound like you climaxed though."



What was I supposed to say? I just lie there, in my near naked state, this Adonis standing over me, knowing full well I wanted him. Maybe he had won.



"I'm pretty good with my mouth. And I promise, that's all you'll feel, if that's all you want to feel."



"I can't. I have a boyfriend..."



"Consider it masturbation. You were thinking about me anyway."



"But it's not. It's cheating."



"And the other stuff wasn't?"



"It's worse."



"I'll leave as soon as you finish. It won't take long, trust me."



"Listen to you. No, Billy. I went too far already."



"You really look great in those photos. You liked watching me?"



"Good night Billy."



He stood there a moment. He set the iPad on my nightstand. He kissed his finger, and then brought it to my lips. And he turned to go. 



But he didn't close the door. I was so conflicted. I didn't really want him to go. And I did want to climax. I pulled down my underwear, wondering if he would hear. 



I guess he did, because within seconds he was back, and he was climbing toward me from the foot of the bed. God help me!



My legs were spread wide, knees bent, feet on the bed. Was I out of my mind? I could see his cock hardening dramatically as he came up toward me. God, he could just come up here and fuck me and there would be nothing I could do to stop him! And I actually wanted him to! What was wrong with me?



But he didn't. Instead, those lips -- those big, wide, cocky smirking lips gave me a kiss on my vagina that was as electric as our first kiss on the mouth. 



I was completely toast. I moaned in surrender. He hands found my thighs and held them from the bottom. He'd already broken his promise, sort of, but I didn't care. His tongue was finding my love button, and god was it exquisite. He didn't lie about his abilities. Maybe it was because I was so turned on already, but I just lost it. As he covered my clit with a flurry of wet licks, I found myself jerking, my legs shaking, in the biggest orgasm of my life. "Oh my God... Billy..." I heard myself screaming as if from another room. 



He stayed there, head between my legs, for some time before finally stopping. He looked up at me. I looked at him. We both knew this was the crucial moment. The moment where he would climb on top of me and show me what all the girls were raving about. The moment where he would enter me with his hugeness and I'd let him fill me. 



Instead, he got up, and walked out of the room.



God I couldn't believe the self-control this guy had. I was there for the taking, and we both knew it. He'd talked his way into going down on me, and if he'd really wanted, he could have had that huge cock inside of me now. He could have had me.



And I was disappointed! I mean, I would've protested, and who knows, maybe I would have held strong, but my record on that this evening wasn't very good...



The orgasm was great, but without the ultimate act, I still felt kind of empty. God damn him! Now he had all the power. And he knew it, probably. I mean, really, I did. I could always shut him down, but it was like we both knew that it was a matter of time now. And maybe it would be me who would have to go to him. 



The problem was, now I was kind of obsessed. He had me where he wanted me. I was beyond curious. And I'd already gone so far that I couldn't really turn back now. Or could I? The simple truth was I wanted his cock. I wanted to let him take me. 



Fortunately, when I awoke the next morning, I had a different perspective. I was glad I hadn't gone further, although shocked by what I had done. Somehow I felt Kieran and I could survive this. Maybe I wouldn't come back to the room again when Kieran wasn't there, and just avoid Billy at all costs from now on. I didn't want to get weak again. And I didn't want to let him win -- to lose Kieran, and be another one of those "two or three nights" girls. And even if it could be more than that... we didn't have any basis for a relationship. I didn't even know if I'd like him, really. We just had chemistry.



Still, as I got ready to leave, I found myself taking a moment to select what to wear -- in case I ran into him one last time as I walked out. I still wanted to look good for him! In fact, I still wanted to look super hot for him. "What was the matter with me?" I asked myself as I pulled on tiny black lace thong underwear, then a matching bra, then six-inch espadrilles, and a tiny little red strapless number that basically left the top half of my breasts bare. It also had waist cutouts on both sides. It was essentially lingerie -- and I was certainly going to add a jacket from my bag before I got outside, but for whatever reason, this was the outfit I chose as I exited Kieran's bedroom.



Billy was just coming out of the bathroom as I closed the door behind me, and rather than his usual tight t-shirt or muscle shirt, I was surprised to see him wearing a suit, with no tie. His eyes met mine, and then he took in what I was wearing. I felt practically naked as his eyes went up and down the long lines of my torso and bare legs. "Nice," was all he said. Nice?



"Right back atcha," I smiled, truly overpowered by how handsome he looked. Something about such a civilized, stylish outfit covering what I knew was a body of such animal power and magnetism really did it for me.

<hr pg="4" />"You out of here?" he asked, as if he really didn't care.



"Uh huh," I said unconvincingly, trying not to make eye contact. 



"Can I just take a minute to tell you which pictures were my favorite?"



I was kind of mesmerized, the little girl in me wanting any excuse not to leave yet. "You mean, on my iPad?"



He nodded. I took it out of my bag and handed it to him. He motioned for me to follow him toward the couch. 



For some reason I did. "Just curious" about the pictures. Yeah, right.



He sat down in the middle of the couch, not really leaving space for me. His legs were spread a bit. He patted his thigh. He wanted me to sit on his lap! 



I guess something about the suit made it seem alright. What could happen? Clearly he was on his way somewhere. I gently lowered my nearly bare little ass onto his powerful thigh, then made a little show of crossing my legs for his viewing pleasure. I put one arm around his neck, my hand on his shoulder to steady myself. For some reason, I felt myself able to be a little flirtier now, since I knew this was it, and nothing else was going to happen between us. 



He turned to look me in the eyes. Uh oh. Something about his gaze burned a whole in me.



"I know you and I can never be..." he said. "I'm only just sorry that I only got to kiss you once, and so briefly."



Yeah, I was sorry too. Although it was two kisses, if you know what I mean. Both all too brief.



"Are we going to look at the photos?" I asked, trying not to bite my lip as I took in his masculine energy so close to me, so ready to envelop me.



"I just wanted to have one last moment with you, if that's okay..." he said.



God was it. 



"Maybe one last little... goodbye kiss."



For some reason it was me who didn't hesitate. After all, it was only goodbye -- and we'd done much worse.



I moved my lips toward his.



But this time, it wasn't a quick, closed pucker. We might as well make it good, right? I couldn't unkiss him at this point. 



So I let my lips art and slipped my tongue into his mouth, finding his. He did the same. Before you knew it, our lips were locking in a passionate, open-mouthed, full-on makeout. And I didn't just pull away after a moment -- I let it continue, positioning and repositioning my mouth so our tongues could dance in every possible position.



I barely noticed when his free hand moved up to my waist, his palm and fingers finding the bare flesh there. He'd touched me there before, too... But of course, this kind of kissing was uncharted territory. And god, was it heavenly. But it was just kissing. Totally safe.



It hardly registered, due to the intensity of the makeout, when his hand moved up the side of my waist and finally, tantalizingly, made contact with the underside of my left breast outside the tiny half-cup my dress provided for it. He held it and I let out a sharp breath, incredibly turned on. 



I was kissing him like I was in love with him, and maybe I was, on some level. I found myself unbuttoning a couple buttons on his shirt so that I could slip my hand inside it and get its first feel of those incredible chest muscles and abs. Mmm... did they feel nice. So incredibly strong and hard. It really was a shame that we weren't ever going to fuck, I thought, as he gently pulled my dress and bra down off of my left breast now, so that he could take it fully in his bare hand, holding the engorged nipple between his thumb and index finger.



I mean, the guy had had his tongue in my vagina, was this really an escalation? I didn't think so. On the scale of betrayal, we were still way behind what we'd already done. 



At least, this is what I told myself as I repositioned myself on his lap, facing him, legs on either side of his, and reached behind me to unsnap the bra. He was unbuttoning his shirt as I did so, pulling it out of his pants and opening it so I could have more access to his torso. 



He eagerly pulled the dress down now so both my tits were free. I then presented one of them to his wide, eager mouth. "It's just one last goodbye kiss," I said in a quiet voice, as his mouth found my engorged nipple, tongue painting its surface like it had my clit last night, and I closed my eyes in complete abandon.



God, he knew how to kiss my tits! He now used both hands to eagerly cup and caress them, his mouth moving back and forth between them, kissing violently and making small bites around the outer edges before zeroing back in with soft kisses and eager suckling and tongue work on my nipples. I could feel how wet I was getting. Thank God he was in that suit, and this was about to be over -- one last semi-harmless hurrah between us. 



But I had to get that shirt of his off and really feel naked chest-to-chest contact. He eagerly assisted me in doing that, and I pressed my naked tits into his chest as our tongues intertwined again. This time, feeling his hands go underneath the skirt of my dress to cup my naked ass seemed only so appropriate and welcome. Again, he had tongued my pussy to orgasm, so it was no big deal that his index finger was moving past the edge of one side of my thong and finding the steaming open wetness that was my vagina. 



But now things really were getting out of hand, my mind finally registered, as I felt the first bit of that thick finger find its way inside of me. That was penetration, and more than a tongue tip. This was going to have to stop now. Too bad it felt so good to kiss him. And too bad I'd never see that big cock close-up. That would have to be where I'd draw the line.



Just for fun, though, I pressed forward so that the front of my crotch made contact with his hardness, through his suit pants, while his finger penetrated a little further into me from behind. 



God his cock felt good. So huge, so powerful...



Holy shit, he was finger-fucking me. And I was eagerly, easily taking that thick long finger as it moved in and out of me. I had to stop this. It was getting out of hand. 



I pulled back, ending the kiss, backing up off him, and he gently removed the finger. I found myself sliding onto the floor woozy and light-headed, on my knees between his legs. 



"I'm sorry you're never going to get to fuck me," I whispered. "Truly sorry, for both of us."



"It's okay..." he answered.



"But I just have to see what you've got in here, so there will be no regrets..."



He nodded, tilting his head back, eyes closed, as I unzipped his pants. I just figured I'd take a look, close-up. Just to end the experience. I was so hot and so intrigued by his massive organ that I'd felt against me so many times. I gently pulled the waistband of his shorts over what I could tell was the erect head of his dick, which was pointed on the diagonal to one side.



Fuck. That cock was enormous. I barely even noticed that I was pulling his shorts and pants all the way down and that he was now naked -- so much for the suit being in the way -- and I just stared in wonder at the gigantic penis that was before me.



And his balls were no slouch either -- they were like a couple of plums hanging tight in a lightly haired sac beneath a foot-long spear that was probably as big around as my wrist. I took the base of his shaft in one hand from beneath, just to feel the weight, the mass, the hardness of the thing, and it did not disappoint. It felt so fucking hot to hold it in my hand. 



My other hand went to his nuts, cupping them and feeling their size and weight on my fingertips. Shit, those things were excessive in size, almost obscene -- their sole purpose to supply sperms to the insane amount of fluid that rocketed out of that enormous shaft.



The crown of his cock was especially impressive -- almost beautiful in its shape and smoothness, like a big mushroom cap, engorged and enlarged, pale purple in color, with a tiny slit that didn't begin to suggest the power of what could shoot out of it.



I had to kiss it, just to see what it felt like. This was one last goodbye kiss, after all, and I couldn't leave now without moistening him for a second with my lips and tongue. And so, I'm sure to his great delight and sense of having "conquered" me, I opened my mouth to engulf his cock head in a huge, wet, sloppy kiss, tongue painting it like he'd done so expertly to my clit and breasts, my hands now both gripping his shaft in baseball bat fashion. I removed them and gave each hand a big lick on the palm, knowing this would increase the pleasure to him, and then put them back there, twisting and stroking them back and forth around and up and down his long shaft as I tongued his slit like it was a tiny clit, then put the whole thing in my mouth again and ran my tongue all around the enormous crown.



He was bucking his hips ever so slightly now in total sexual heaven, his hands going to the back of my head to hold me gently in place -- something I'd probably never let a guy do normally. But with Billy, somehow it seemed so natural and right that, for this moment, I not only service him in this gentle but passionate way for a moment more, but also that his physical power and dominance over me be emphasized by placing his hands there, so that he could feel like he was truly fucking my pretty mouth with his monster cock.



And essentially he was -- I was letting him -- my mouth opened as wide as it could go, his head on my tongue and moving back and forth on top of it, as my hands continued to pleasure that huge shaft.



Of course the thought crossed my mind that he might be close to cumming, but really, I kind of relished the possibility. If it happened, on "accident," oh well, I would give him one last thrill and let him pump a cum shot into me. I'd try to swallow as much as I could, but wouldn't make any promises. But the key was, he wasn't fucking me. If anyone ever asked or suspected, I could be completely honest and say, "We made out, we fooled around a little, but we didn't have sex."



Of course, to Kieran, the fact that I blew his hung roommate and swallowed his cum while he was away would probably feel pretty much as bad, but in this moment I couldn't think of such things -- all that concerned me was making this last little moment of us together sweet.



And I was making it sweet for him. God, how hot it must have been for him, to be sitting there like a king on the throne, his suite mate's smoking hot little blonde girlfriend on her knees, tits out, sucking his cock like she was begging to swallow his cum.



And I guess maybe I was. Because I was not stopping, despite his moans, and the sensation that his shaft and head, if anything, were getting warmer, bigger, and even harder in my hands and mouth. I could say it was because his hands were on my head and there was no escaping, and something about being his little cock slave forced to give him head felt hot -- but the reality was that I was hungry for that cum shot. I wanted to feel it and experience it. And he did not disappoint.



I probably had three or four inches of his cock shoved into my mouth when he went off. Suddenly there was this huge rush of liquid I could feel pouring down my throat. One of my hands went to his balls, which were too big to contain in one hand, and I gently milked them, as my tongue continued to pleasure the underside of his shaft and crown, totally surrendered now to his ejaculation. 



I wanted to see him shooting, close up, so after a few healthy jerks, I pulled my mouth off him but kept it open, and watched in amazement as he powered out several more thick ropes of semen into my opened mouth from inches away. 



He took his shaft in his hand now, directing the flow, so that he could splash cum onto my face and chest like in a porno. I let him have his fun, using my fingers to scoop up the cum that missed my mouth and put it back in there, licking it off my fingertips like they were little penises themselves -- which he seemed to love. 



Finally, as he was subsiding, I took him back in my mouth again and just covered the surface of his crown with my tongue, taking every last drop that he had left.



I was amazed with myself, as I considered what had just happened, resting there with his cock still several inches in my mouth. Never had I swallowed so much cum, or enjoyed a blowjob like this. (Never had one lasted more than about thirty seconds, for one thing.) 



As he finally withdrew, I made a mental note that when Kieran returned, I would have to do with him everything Billy and I had done, to somehow make it even. It was bad enough that I had betrayed him so thoroughly and repeatedly, with a guy who was basically his trash-talking nemesis -- it was the least I could do to repay Kieran in kind.



I got up and snuggled into Billy's lap as I thought about this, luxuriating in the feel of those big strong arms going around me, and barely noticing that my bare legs were on his, and also in contact with his cum-soaked penis. I then realized his cum was in danger of getting on my dress, and I decided it would be easier to just take it off (my tits were already uncovered anyway). So I did so, leaving me just in underwear now as I sat on his lap and enjoyed one last makeout with him. God, he was a good kisser. 



His hands went to my tits again and I let them, loving the feel of them there. I marveled one last time at the up close look and feel of his muscular torso. I found myself starting to kiss his neck, then his pecs, his shoulders -- wanting to cover every inch of that gorgeous torso with goodbye kisses before I'd never see it again. My hands greedily exploring the feel of those huge biceps and triceps, that ripped core, those massive shoulders, as my lips and tongue had their way with his naked body...



I worked my way down to his thighs, now, even turning him over so I could kiss all over his hard little butt, letting my tongue flick teasingly into the crack for a moment.



I barely even noticed that he was getting hard again, but when I did, it was like one last treat -- to get to kiss up and down that massive shaft and run my tongue over ever square inch of it, feeling its heat and hardness against my tongue.



It never even occurred to me that his fresh wood might mean something else was about to happen -- so wedded was I to the notion that we were just finishing up, and I had essentially been "good", in the one way that most mattered.



I'm sure he must have been thinking something very different, though, as my kisses led me back up the middle of his stomach and chest toward his face, with my hand holding and caressing his massive shaft. Our lips met again in what I thought might be our last -- for the records book -- kiss. Might as well make it the best one.



Sure I had soaked through my panties and my clit was on fire from all of this, but I honestly wasn't even focused on my pleasure -- it was all about just exploring his body and giving him something to remember me by, something hopefully mind-blowing and unforgettable, to compensate for the fact that maybe I was the one hot girl on campus that he wasn't ever going to fuck.



Plus my underwear was still on -- tiny though they were -- and somehow that was like a safety switch telling me that I was out of danger in terms of fucking. There was one more step I'd have to allow to happen before taking the time to really agree and decide to let him inside of me.



Anyway, as I said, I wasn't even thinking about it as I climbed back on his lap and resumed kissing him, and barely noticed anything significant when the tip of his index finger found its way past my panties again -- other than to immensely enjoy the pleasure of it stroking up and down the lips of my vagina, and occasionally finding my clit, for a white hot explosion of sensation.



And so it really didn't feel like any big deal when he lifted me up by the sides of my waist, and gently laid me down onto the couch on my back, so he could come back on top of me and resume kissing from that position, one we'd never been in. I especially enjoyed it, because it allowed my hands to go around to his back and caress the incredible muscles he had there, as his tongue moved in and out of my mouth in rhythm with his finger on my pussy.



I know it sounds incredibly naïve or ditzy that I wasn't even thinking about it, but you have to understand the state I was in -- it was some kind of heightened irrational place where very little in the way of new information could penetrate my little blonde brain other than the glorious feeling of this big strong man kissing me. 



That's not to say I wasn't awoken from that trance in a hurry though, a few seconds after he pulled my panties to the side and placed the enormous engorged head of his penis where his fingers had just been, lodging it quite firmly between the outstretched lips of my vagina.



His mouth was pressed so hard against mine that if I opened it further in shock, or tried to speak in protest, it wouldn't be heard anyway, and so suddenly, before I could even really react to it, the incredible wetness of my pussy yielded -- despite his incredible girth -- to that massive crown moving past them, and into my body!



God, what a feeling it was -- not so much a painful stretching, but a fullness, a sense of being taken over in some way, consumed, violated, but in a pleasurable way, with my lubricated nerve endings exploding from the sensation as he insistently, aggressively slid the first few inches of his impossibly thick cock up inside of me.



As great as it felt, and as long as I had been waiting for this moment, or at last a part of me had, I couldn't let it happen. I broke the kiss, stunned at what was happening, how he'd never even removed my panties, never taken a moment to get permission, but was just plundering me like his prize. "We can't," I managed, despite the fact that my long legs were wrapped around him and crossed at the ankles, and my hands were still on his back, holding him close into me.



"Just to feel it, for a second..." he purred, like he'd probably said to countless other girls, before he proceeded to blast his cum into their hot little bodies. "I don't want you to leave disappointed. I know how much you want this."



"I do, but I can't... I have a boyfriend..."



"I know, baby," he said, kissing my breasts as he moved my ankles up and over the front of his shoulders. 



I squirmed to try to somehow stop what was happening, but I was obviously completely in his power now, and so obviously wanting it and allowing it -- at least my body was -- that it was hard to claim otherwise.



"It's just this once, and I won't cum..." he continued. "I just want you to feel it."



Well, that would at least be one distinction -- if he didn't cum. And god, I did want to feel it! 



He had stopped thrusting when I started talking, even pulling back to just the crown. Leaving me wanting more. I had a decision to make. And I made it. I let my arms flop down on the couch, hands resting over my head. When I did, he grinned the grin of a conqueror, who was finally reaching his prize. For a split second I realized that that was probably all I was to him, but before I could even register this completely, I felt his cock start to force itself into me more fully, inch after thick, hard inch.



The feeling was insane, it was like being impaled by a sword or something, and I was lying there on my boyfriend's couch (yes, he'd bought it), just taking it, as his big-dicked, cocky, trash-talking muscle head boyfriend was taking me, in the most complete way a man can take a woman. His huge condom-less cock was knifing up into my unprotected, tight little feminine essence, its size an obscene affront (I used the thesaurus for this) and an outrage as it just insistently carved its way up into my body.



Fuck, he was fucking me! How could I let him fuck me? My mind was racing as he flipped one of my legs over his head and turned me over onto all fours, so he could drive his cock into me more efficiently from behind.

<hr pg="5" />I knelt there on all fours like a dog, out of my mind with a mix of lust, ecstasy and outrage as he took a moment to pull my underwear down, gently holding each leg as he slipped it down past my feet and rendered me totally naked.



I could have taken this moment to cry foul, to get up, to leave, but I didn't. I lifted my foot helpfully for him and then resumed the position willingly -- back arching, waving my hot little tight ass back and forth to him, spreading my knees on the floor a bit further to open myself up to him more, and then gritting my teeth as he took a thigh in each huge hand and found my opening again with the huge head of his cock.



As primed and welcoming of him as my pussy now was -- despite having only felt about half his length before -- he slid into me relatively easily this time, at first. Not that it wasn't a huge shock to the senses again -- it absolutely was, especially from this new angle. It was a fucking far beyond anything I'd ever experienced, in every imaginable way. Truly mind-blowing, almost like everything and everyone else had only been warm-up for this moment. 



He was only about half way inside me, which is as far he he'd gotten before, and my brain noted that this was about the length of the average guy I'd been with -- including Kieran. Only Billy was probably twice as thick as the biggest of them. 



And this time, he would not be content with five or six inches. He was going to get balls deep in his roommate's hot little girlfriend -- as I'm sure he'd tell it to some envious buddy later -- and she was going to take it on all fours like she was made for it.



And I guess I was, because here I was allowing it to happen, letting this huge guy wrap his arm around my waist, the other hand wildly caressing my naked tits as he plowed seven, then eight, then nine inches up into me with each successively deeper thrust.



"Take my big cock, bitch," he seethed at one point, and though you can be sure nobody's ever said those words to me before, to be honest, I was kind of loving it -- the dirtiness of it, the domination. I didn't really know what he thought of me outside the obvious -- and how much this was just a score for him, and everything leading up to it servicing this one goal. But in the moment it didn't even matter. All that mattered were our two bodies coming together -- and in that process, I was the receiver, the feminine one, the taken -- and he was the conqueror, the masculine one, the taker. He could say what he wanted and do what he wanted. The reality was I his to take his pleasure in, and he was.



So I ignored or even reveled in what was either trash talk or normal sex banter as he said things like, "I'm fucking taking you, you're so fucking mine," and when he presented his index finger to my mouth, I took it between my soft lips, swirling my tongue around it like a mini blowjob, as the genuine article reached places inside me -- literally, this time -- that no guy has ever reached, and ever could reach. Physically, and also in terms of thoughts, emotions, and the overall sensation of the act. That huge cock was truly taking something from me -- something I wanted to give. 



As he turned me over onto my back again, my butt rising up off the floor to meet his thrusts, we both realized he had done it -- he was balls deep, and I swear, I could feel his cock up into my chest, it was so big.



"Now do you get the big cock fascination?" he grinned, face inches from me -- but looking much more the conqueror now than the romantic kisser.



I nodded.



"I fucking own you, like no man before or after will ever own you. I'm touching parts of you no man has ever touched, or probably will ever touch."



"Yeah. I get it." I said. "It feels good."



"Tell me."



"Your big cock feels so good inside of me, you fucking stud."



He wanted more.



"Fucking take me, Billy, I'm fucking yours. Fuck me with your huge cock."



And he was, loving this -- thrusting with abandon and seeming rage, jaw clenched, sweat dripping off his face and onto mine as he hammered me with thrust after massive thrust. 



"But remember what you said," I managed between thrusts. "You are not cumming inside of me. You're not protected, and neither am I."



"Oh. That's right." 



Something in his face softened, Then suddenly and dramatically he withdrew his penis -- completely! 



The void, the vacuum he left behind, was like I'd just had an organ removed or something. I just lay there, legs spread on the floor, incapacitated. He loomed over me, moving now to present his slick penis to my stomach where he rested it like it was a staging area, and let out a big sigh.



"I'm sorry about all the talk, baby. I hope it didn't offend you."



"People say all kinds of things when the fuck. And the truth is, you were right. You made me your bitch." 



"Well, not totally..."



He grinned. We both know what he wanted. The ultimate act of completion of this seduction. It was one thing for me to swallow his cum. It was quite another if he were to keep fucking me until he ejaculated inside of me. There was something far more primal and conquering about it -- his manly power reaching its ultimate target.



He lied down next to me now, and kissed me, taking my face tenderly in his hands. The trash talker had left the building. He stroked my hair and between kisses said things like, "You are the most beautiful girl I've ever been with. I wish you were mine with every fiber of my being."



I let my hand wander to his cock, which was still incredibly hard. I had to feel it inside me one last time, before I left him forever. He'd pulled it out before I wanted him to.



I climbed on top of him, and lowered my wet pussy onto his crown. This time, I controlled the pace, and the depth, and the angle. 



Slowly, slowly, I twisted and teased my vagina around his massive shaft, up and down, forward and back, circling, probing... It felt so great. I stared down at his gorgeousness, his hands holding the sides of my waist. He was so fucking hot. This was truly unforgettable -- the fucking of a lifetime.



I decided I wanted it all again. I lowered myself onto him fully. I arched my back and moved my tits toward his face. He took them gently in his hands, caressing the nipples with his thumbs.



When I was all the way impaled I just started bawling from the sensation, and shaking in orgasm -- I felt so complete, so utterly filled, so destroyed and yet so renewed. I was filled by him, owned by him -- on top, and yet taken by him with utter and complete cocksmanship. I had to hand it to him. If he meant to play me, he'd done it. What else could I submit to?



It was at that moment that he turned me over, getting back on top. And started giving me a power-fucking like never before. Slow and smooth, but going from crown-only to balls deep with each breath-taking thrust. His hands gripped my thighs, stretching them apart, his massive torso lowering down onto my slim feminine one again, his lips finding mine. 



"Too bad he can't finish inside me," I thought for a second as he gazed lovingly into my eyes. But I also reveled in the thought of perhaps giving him a hand job this time, and maybe suckling down a few more spurts of his cum while I was at it.



But then he groaned, and in a horrible moment, I realized what was happening. And there was no way I could stop it. No! He made one last thrust to the deepest possible penetration inside of me, pushing my legs further up into the air, and then it happened. 



He began to cum. He let out a deep groan -- almost a roar -- as his massive cock started geysering its fluid so incredibly deep inside me.



I could feel it, that long thick shaft spasming in me, cumming hugely. What had I done? The feeling was incredible, the completeness of it, the ultimate surrender of it, the feel of his maleness just shooting into me with such power. 



His face was right in my face, eyes glassy as he gazed into mine... There was nothing I could do or say. The damage was done. His cock continued to spray its triumphant seed into his willing, surrendered partner. He had taken me from Kieran, powerfully, conclusively -- in the most devastating way possible.



Knowing there was no way I could undo what he had done, what had been done to me, I reveled in the feel of his body mated with mine, of his still incredibly hard, thick cock gently moving in and out of me in small thrusts -- emphasizing the fact that he had fucked me, he was still fucking me, my body was still his to enjoy as he chose.



For all I knew, he could have just impregnated me. His semen was probably incredibly potent, I imagined -- and when you combined that with the incredible volume and force with which he filled me with it... 



What would this mean now? What about Kieran? Could this be hidden from him? Could we still make it work? I had no illusions that Billy and I would end up dating. Who knew if I would even want to? In any case, he would probably move on. Other conquests, other seductions...



Billy kissed me, and my hands went to his face, drawing his tongue into my mouth in what really was one final kiss this time, his arms wrapped around me, my legs wrapped around him, and I told myself I would try to make it work with Kieran, and would write this weekend off as one crazy college bout of insanity.



But for now, Billy's huge hard cock was still shooting off inside of me. He had taken me completely, and in this moment, I was his. I let the feelings of this wash over me. And I continued to kiss him. 

