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You Get What You Need

By: tungyerass



I enter the bedroom and you are exactly as I requested. This is good as I am extremely horny and would prefer to get straight to fucking you rather than taking the time to punish you before we get started. Your pleated black skirt is wonderfully short and your ass is cocked up into the air as I demand when I enter. I can even see the slight flash of white between your legs where the thong I requested is barely covering your lips. The dress white shirt is newly ironed and your long hair is pulled back into the required ponytail. Topping this off is the fact that you are handcuffed to the rail at the foot of your bed, the key on its rabbits foot chain lying in the middle of the bed out of your reach. "Thank you" I say as I lower my face to you and kiss your beautiful mouth deeply, while running my finger from your clit along your slit and up to your asshole. Your panties are quickly moistening as as my finger continues its trip from clit to asshole and back, each trip drawing more moisture from your hot wet cunt. 

I break off our kiss and remove my hand from you and take a step back. You look up at me, your lips slightly parted, the deep red lipstick accentuating the dark makeup around your eyes. "What a beautiful little slut you are" I say as I all but rape you with my eyes. I am beginning to harden just looking at you so I quickly finish undressing so I can begin to take advantage of this vision of sexuality in front of me.

Naked now, I walk up to you, your lips part and I slide my hardening cock into your mouth. So warm and wet, and even as I fully harden you willingly, eagerly choke yourself on my manhood. Soon I have a lovely ring of your lipstick around the base of my cock and your saliva is beginning to drip from my balls. I pull your mouth off of my cock and kiss you. It is amazing how good I taste when mixed with your mouth. 

Walking around behind you I press my hardness against your still covered crack. Running it up and down between your ass cheeks. I flip your skirt up onto your lower back and gaze upon the glory of your ass. So firm and large. Placing my fingertips on the sides of your thong I run my hands down towards your knees. The fabric rolls and slowly reveals first your asshole then the back of your pussy. Stopping I leave the panties still barely touching your cunt and drop to my knees. I place a hand on each cheek and spread your ass. Flattening my tongue, I run it from your clit to your asshole, wetting the entire area with a layer of hot spit. Then pulling my head back, I blow softly on your wet sex, cooling the heat but stoking your internal fire. "Please" you say. I repeat the tongue, clit to asshole and then the cooling breath. "Please" again you say, this time more urgently. 

I put one finger inside of your hot cunt, slowly, until its full length is inside you. "Do you want me to fuck this?" I say. "Please" you respond. I remove my finger, wet with your own juices and suck them off. You do taste fantastic. Then, my finger wet with spit I place it against your asshole. You flex and allow it to slide easily into your tight ass, until again its full length is inside you. "Do you want me to fuck this?" I ask. "Please, my ass, my pussy. Just fuck me, I've been here for over an hour!, you're late!" you say. It is true, I was delayed coming here but I cannot allow my little slave to be so rude. I remove my finger from your ass and quickly lay a strong full hand slap upon your right ass cheek followed up by a blow to the left."Owww!" you scream, "Please, forgive me master."

I stand and place the head of my cock against your drooling pussy lips. You push back towards me trying to impale your self upon me. I pull back, allowing just the barest penetration, not even allowing the head to get inside you. When you have achieved the limit of your movement and the handcuffs are preventing you from moving any further, I remove my cock head from your opening and lay two more quick spanks upon you backside, left and right. This time you do not cry out, only arch your back to more fully expose your sweet opening to my eyes and say quietly, "Please." 

You look so amazingly sexual. Your legs spread, the panties still around the top of your thighs, the skirt framing your beautiful ass and sex, the crisp white shirt and your amazing green eyes, staring at me over your shoulder. I know you love to be teased but I need you. I place my cock against your warm pussy and push hard, burying myself completely in one thrust. Grabbing your ponytail with my right hand, pulling your head back, I thrust hard into you.. once.. twice.. my left hand comes down hard on your ass, SLAP! More thrusts, pulling myself into you by your hair, my left hand coming down randomly on your ass. Your arms are fully extended in front of you and even though the cuffs are fuzzy they must be painfully digging into your wrists. Harder now.. letting go of your hair and grabbing your hips with both hands so I can pound you with all my strength. "Yes! Yes!! Yes!!!" your cries in time with my thrusts, "YES! YESSS!! YEESSSSS!!!" as you go over the edge into orgasm.

I thrust a few times more as your body twitches and lean my weight on your back. Reaching around I find the button front and tear your blouse open, buttons flying, my hands find your exposed breasts, your nipples and squeeze. "Ohh god!" you moan and I feel your pussy spasm again.

Time passes, your body calms, I withdraw and you collapse to your knees. I get the key and release one of your hands guide them both behind your back and cuff you again. You look at me over your shoulder, "round two?" I ask, "Please!" you respond.

I stand behind you, above you. I grab your ponytail and pull your head back, further, until you are forced to prop yourself up with your cuffed hands or topple over backwards, still further until your head is nearly upside down. I get my first good view of your naked breasts, your nipples slightly swollen from my rough fingers. Letting go of your hair I guide my member into your mouth and allow my hands to caress your breasts, feel their weight, playfully pinch your erect nipples while you suck upon me. Framed by your white shirt with only its two bottoms buttons still intact you are a vision of desire. I roughly grab your breasts, one in each hand, squeezing, and sink my full length into your throat, hold it there, then withdraw to allow you a quick breath and a gasp. Again a rough squeeze and another full length into your waiting mouth, holding longer this time, feeling your throat working my cock, your tongue licking, choking, I withdraw. A quick breath. Harder this time, pinching your nipples, feeling your teeth bumping my scrotum and pelvis, you moan around my cock.

As I withdraw fully, strings of your saliva connect my cock and the lips of your panting mouth. Nearly all of your lipstick is gone, transferred to my cock. I lower my balls into that beautiful, warm, wet mouth of yours and stroke myself. I could cum now but have more planned for you. Reluctantly pulling myself free of your sucking mouth I bend over and kiss you, deeply, my tongue invading you, a hard kiss, pressing my mouth into yours with my body weight behind it.

I pull you to a standing position by your hair and when you are stable I pull you panties to the floor, allowing you to step out of them. I wad them up, such a small amount of fabric and holding you by your throat say, "open" and then push them into your mouth. Still behind you my knee forces you to spread your stance and then I force you with a hand between your shoulder blades to bend over at the waist. I place the head of my cock at you pussies opening and slowly insert my full length into you. I hear you moan around the panties in your mouth. I slowly withdraw my full length, "stay just like this" and lightly spank you. Going to the nightstand I take out the bottle of lube and one of your many vibrators.

Returning to my position behind you I drop to my knees. Your wet, puffy sex just inches from my face. I breath deeply of your scent. I begin by lightly running my tongue along your wet pussy but soon enough it find its way to your ass. I begin to truly work your tight asshole with my tongue. Fucking your tight little ass like a small penis. Up comes the vibrator, turned on, and I use it to massage the opening of your pussy while my tongue works its way deeper into your ass. My face buried in your ass, my tongue so far into you, tasting you. 

The panties are keeping you somewhat quiet but you moan and twitch as the double stimulation brings you once again to the brink of orgasm. I pull my face back just long enough to insert the buzzing cock into your sweet pussy and then quickly resume tongue fucking your ass. Your orgasm on its way, I heard you mumbling "oh god, oh god" around your gag. Your ass twitches around my tongue, your pussy grabbs the vibrator like a vise and your orgasm crashes upon you like a wave.

My cock is drooling pre-cum now. I must have the object of my obsession. I lead you by your hair to the bed, remove your panties from your mouth and soon you are positioned and ready. Your head down, ass up and hands cuffed behind your back. "I want to hear you ask for it" I command.

"Please, fuck my ass" you respond.

"Call me Master, Slave!" A sharp spank punctuating my words.

"Please Master, please fuck my ass."

I pick up the lube and apply it to my cock. You are looking at me as I stroke my cock, spreading the lube fully. You are looking at me with a not very slave like gleam in your eye and say, "Please Master, I need your cock. Please fuck my ass. Please..."

I get behind you and position my cock, just touching your rosebud. You flex that beautiful hole. It is like your asshole is kissing my cock head. "Please Master, I know you need it. Fuck my ass!"

The sham is over. We both know I am your slave. A slave to the fact that you allow me this. That you love and want this almost as much as I do.

I sink my cock slowly into your willing ass but before I am half way in, you thrust back hard. Taking my entire cock deep into your tight ass. 

"My Goddess!" I call out.

"My Slave..." I hear you whisper.

I am out of my mind with pleasure. My hands on your hips, my cock pounding furiously into you. It is so tight, so hot, so wonderful and you are such a beautiful slut. Taking my furious pounding and yet pushing back equally. 

I close my eyes and am gone. All I feel, my cock, and the mounting pressure, the heat caressing it. With an explosion of light behind my closed eyes I push with all my strength into you. I feel as though I am turned inside out through the tip of my cock. Your ass milking me as I pump hot cum into your ass, over and over. 

Completely spent, I withdraw, your ass squeezing the last of my come from my still hard cock. I find the key and place it in the lock of your handcuffs. Then looking at your winking ass I bury my tongue into it once more. With a turn of the wrist you are free and I withdraw my tongue from your ass. 

I am sitting there with a shrinking cock as you turn and look at me. Your amazing green eyes holding me captive. Your hand grabs my withering member, then you lower your mouth and suck me. My body twitches and I feel as though I come once more. When I open my eyes your face is inches from my own and we kiss. Deep, loving, tasting all that we have done.

"I love you too." You say. 

You Get What You Need 01



This two-part series includes characters from The Lake House Lessons/Dana's Side series and although it probably stands alone, I think you may enjoy it better if you read at least one of those series, if not both. This two part series takes place when Jack Davis, the narrator of The Lake House Lessons, is in college.



Sally turned on her side in the small college bed and watched Matthew's cute, jean clad butt walk out the door of her cozy single room. She hoped that their athletic night together wouldn't affect his performance in this afternoon's lacrosse game, but he was in excellent shape, so she figured he would be O.K. Matthew had been good—one of the best she had–and wondered if there would be a repeat performance. If so, she thought that would be great, but if not, she knew that her skinny bed wouldn't be empty for long.

As she lay in bed, savoring the memories of her night with Matthew, she thought that one of the great things about going to a small, highly competitive school was that so many of her fellow students were socially awkward and sexually inexperienced, so that someone like her, who was neither, was able to pretty much have her pick of the litter. She knew that physically, she was attractive, but not incredibly so—her face was cute, her breasts average sized, her legs a little thicker than she wished, and she probably could stand to lose a couple of pounds. But she also knew that she had intelligence, confidence and experience, and knew how to seduce a man, or occasionally a woman, who piqued her interest. And once she got her quarry into bed, she knew exactly what to do to make sure both of them enjoyed the experience. She understood that she was a classic example, as Aristotle recognized, that the whole can be greater than the sum of its parts.

It looked to be a beautiful Saturday morning, and as much as Sally wanted simply to lay in bed, enjoying the afterglow, she knew that she needed to get to the library to work on her Civil War paper, and do some reading for her Russian Lit class. She arose from the bed, put on her floral robe, grabbed her towel, soap, shampoo and conditioner and went into the hallway toward the bathroom. The hallway was still relatively quiet. The underclassmen in their doubles and triples were probably sleeping off their binge drinking, and the juniors, like Sally, and the seniors, in their singles, were either doing the same, or getting ready to go to breakfast before hitting the books. 

She turned on the shower, to let the water in the ancient plumbing system get warm, and once it did, she took off her robe, hung it up with her towel on a hook, and entered the tiny stall. The jets of water felt great on her skin, and she luxuriated in the feel of it before beginning to soap up her body. Her pussy was a bit sore, which she considered a sign of a good night, and the smooth soap and hot water were soothing. After rinsing off, she shampooed her shoulder length brown hair, working out the tangles from when Matthew came on her tits and some of his spunk must have sprayed up, and finished with a rinse with her conditioner. Not wanting to leave, she stayed under the spray until she had enough. She turned off the water, grabbed her towel and dried off and put on her robe before stepping out of the shower and into the bathroom.

There was one other woman in the bathroom, coming out of the toilet, wearing what was clearly a man's robe. Sally had seen her a couple of times before, and she was possibly the most beautiful woman Sally had ever seen. She was average height, but that was the only thing average about her. Her straight brown hair was lustrous, her face flawless and her body voluptuous. Sally was aware that this gorgeous creature was not a student at the school but was the girlfriend or date or something of her classmate Jack Davis. Sally knew that Jack dated other girls at school, and sometimes had visits from this girl, and other beautiful women, and this intrigued her. Jack was a nice looking guy, but nothing that special, and Sally wondered what it was about him that made it possible for him to attract women that seemed above his class. They had taken a class together sophomore year, and Sally had tried to get close to him to see if she could work her magic on him and find out what is secret was, but her efforts failed.

He was, in fact, the only person at school who she had interest in but who had not succumbed to her charms, and it was always in the back of her mind that she would keep trying to land him some time before they graduated. But if that woman was here, she knew that the time was not this weekend. 

Suddenly, Sally realized that she had been staring at the woman, who met her gaze and said, "Hey, I'm Dana, a friend of Jack Davis—do you know him?"

Embarrassed by her violation of pretty much every shared bathroom rule of etiquette, Sally said, "Hi, I'm Sally. I think Jack and I took a class together once, but I don't know him that well."

Dana looked Sally up and down before replying, "That's too bad—he's a good guy, and I think you guys would get along." 

Sally thought that was an odd comment. Dana didn't know her at all, and she couldn't understand why Dana would want another woman to get to know Jack. On the other hand, maybe they had some kind of weird relationship, and it could help her get to know Jack and figure out his inexplicable allure. But she really had nothing useful to say, so she feigned indifference, saying, "Maybe, I have no idea."

Dana removed the robe that she was wearing, displaying her incredibly sexy body and got into the shower. Sally wanted to get in with her and explore her curves and folds as much as she was interested in trying to seduce Jack, but was intimidated by this woman's intense sexuality and confidence, and assumed that Jack would find her wanting in comparison to Dana. But there was work to be done, so Sally gathered her stuff and returned to her room, dressed and went off to breakfast.

The exertions of the prior night had left her hungry, so she filled a plate with eggs, sausages and a bagel, got a mug of coffee and scanned the dining hall for friendly faces. Toward the back, she noticed Kate, her short blonde hair still wet from her shower, eating alone and looking at her iPad. Sally walked over and sat down and Kate looked up and smiled. They had been roommates freshman year and Sally had helped Kate, a cute, but innocent girl from a parochial school in rural Virginia, learn how to enjoy the pleasures that the eager and horny men of their college could provide. They had remained close and enjoyed comparing notes.

"So," Kate started as Sally began to tuck into breakfast, "from the smile on your face and the big breakfast, I'm guessing that you had a busy night."

Sally finished chewing, swallowed and said, "Yeah, I did."

"Spill," said Kate, whose shyness had long ago disappeared.

"Matthew Kent," Sally responded.

"The lacrosse player?" Kate responded.

Sally nodded.

"He's cute. How was it?" Kate asked, some color rising in her pale cheeks.

"Quite good, in fact," Sally responded, smiling, before taking another bite of eggs.

"Great," said Kate, who took a swig of orange juice.

"So, how about you?" Sally asked.

"Bad night," Kate responded. "I went to a party and was making out with this guy, Jonah Sussman, do you know him?

"A senior, right? I think I had a class with him once. Tall, dark hair, cute, kind of gawky?"

"Yeah, that's the guy. Anyway, just when I think that things are going to progress, his ex shows up and they get back together. While I'm fucking standing there looking like an idiot. So, I decided just to go back to my room and crash."

"Too bad," Sally replied.

"Yeah," Kate replied. "It's O.K. though, because I have a shitload of work to do today."

"Me too," Sally responded. "Before you go, I want to tell you about something strange that happened this morning." Sally described her encounter with Dana in the bathroom, leaving out the part about how she wanted to get into the shower with the visitor. "What do you think that means?"

Kate thought for a bit before replying, "I'm not sure. I know that Jack Davis has been your 'white whale' for a while, so maybe you can use this Dana to get to know him better."

"Yeah, maybe," Sally replied.

Kate stood up, her cute little body hidden by the comfortable sweats that she liked to wear around campus and said, "Gotta go—I'll see you later."

Sally finished her breakfast, then headed for the library. She found a quiet table near where the books she needed were located, plugged in her laptop and opened up her paper. As she was reading the beginning, she got an idea, and accessed the card catalogue online, found a book and then ran through the stacks to its location. Luckily, it was on the shelf, and she sat on the floor, leafing through the pages until she found the information she needed. Although she understood the efficiency of researching online, she loved the smell of the pages of the old books in the library. She carried the volume to her table and added a few quotes to the paper. 

She worked hard, and was focused on the material, but after an hour her mind began to wander to the mystery of Jack Davis. She could see him in her mind, and acknowledged that he was not nearly as handsome as, say, Matthew, yet she could not get him out of her thoughts. She was surprised to feel herself getting warm, then wet, as she thought of him. But, using the self discipline that got her into this college, and allowed her to play hard, but still make Dean's List, she returned her focus to the paper, adding 6 new pages, and a number of sources, to her draft. 

Satisfied, she decided to grab a coffee, then go back to her room to do the Turgenev reading for her Russian Lit class. She swung through the campus center and swiped her student ID for a coffee, then walked in the spring sunlight back to her dorm. As she was about the open the heavy wood door, it swung open, and Jack Davis emerged, holding Dana's hand. Sally felt a twinge of disappointment. She knew that she could not compete with Dana, and resigned herself to thinking of Jack as the one that got away.

"Hi, Sally," Dana chirped as they faced each other on the steps to the dorm's front door. 

"Hi, um, Dana," Sally responded, pretending that she was having trouble remembering Dana's name.

Dana turned to Jack and said, "Jack, you know Sally, right?"

Jack turned and looked at me, and said, "Uh, yeah, I think we had a class together last year, right?"

Sally nodded and said, "And I've seen you around the dorm."

Jack looked a bit confused, as if he hadn't noticed her before, but politely said, "Sure, of course."

Dana then said, "We met in the bathroom this morning. I think you guys should get to know each other better."

Sally again thought that this was strange, but she noticed that Jack looked at her again, with a more intent look, as if he were seeing her for the first time and appraising her.

"Um, sure, I guess," Jack said, noncommittally as he held the door for Sally to enter the building. She noticed that he quickly looked at her ass as she went by, then grabbed Dana's hand and headed off onto campus.

Sally walked up the stairs to the second floor, turned right down the hallway and walked toward her room. She opened the door, and smelled the unmistakable scents of last night's romp—a combination of Matthew's body wash, her shampoo, with an undertone of their sweat and other bodily fluids. It made her crave Matthew's hard athlete's body and cock, so she texted him. "Ready for round 2? If so, be here at 9, and bring a pizza." She wasn't sure if he was getting ready for his game, but figured that she would hear back from him eventually.

She took a gulp of her now lukewarm coffee, grabbed her copy of "Fathers and Sons" and soon found herself immersed in the adventures of Arkady and Bazarov. Sally realized that it was beginning to get dark, and she got up and stretched. Her phone bleated, and she saw a text from Matthew, "Round 2, and 3, and 4, I hope. Pepperoni OK?

She smiled and felt tingling in her pussy as she responded, "Works for me. See you at 9. I'll have some wine. Oh, how did the game go?"

He texted back, "We won. I scored. See you at 9."

Sally finished the chapter that she had been reading, and straightened up the room a little, fully expecting an overnight guest.

Since she hadn't had lunch, she was getting hungry, and decided to grab an early dinner, especially since she was going to have pizza at 9, so she headed to the dining hall. Sally prepared herself a large salad with some roasted chicken, filled up a glass with ice water and again looked for a familiar face. It was kind of early, so the dining hall was pretty empty, and she didn't see anyone she knew. She sat down at an empty table, and began to eat, glancing at her iPad occasionally. After a few minutes, she heard a somewhat familiar voice asking, "Can I join you?"

Looking up, she saw Jack Davis, holding a plate of food and a soda. "Sure," she replied. "What about your girlfriend?"

He looked a little surprised. "Oh, you mean Dana. Yeah, she's not my 'girlfriend', but we do hookup when we can. Anyway, she had to get back to school."

Sally looked at him, trying to decide if this was a good or a bad thing, but decided that the fact that he chose to sit with her was a good thing. 

Jack continued, "I'm not sure why Dana insisted that we get to know each other, but I've known her since high school, and I've learned to trust her instincts about people, so if she says I should get to know you, I'm game to give it a shot."

Sally began to realize that a big part of Jack's charm was a combination of innocence and cockiness combined with a disarming directness. It was compelling, especially when combined with his better than average looks.

"Yeah," Sally said, "I'm not sure either. We spoke for about 10 seconds in the ladies room." She gave him her sexiest smile and continued, "So, let's see if Dana knows what she is talking about."

Jack took a bite of his chicken, and said, "Where are you from?" She told him, and found herself telling him all about herself, what she was studying, what she was interested in doing, and she noticed that, unlike most other guys, he seemed actually to be listening, paying attention to her and responding appropriately. It was as if he really was interested in her story, and not just going through the motions in an attempt to get in her pants. 

She was able to turn the tables on him for a while, and he learned about his family, how he met Dana, and about his love for physics. It was a pleasant conversation, and when they ran out of things to say, Jack said, "This was great, Sally, I'm sorry that we didn't do this before. I guess Dana was right."

Sally nodded and said, "Yeah, I guess she was."

Jack stood up and took his plates, and hers, and they walked together to the bussing area, where Jack dropped their dishes onto the conveyor, and they left the dining hall together.

"I'm off to the lab for a while," Jack said. "See you around the dorm."

"See you," Sally replied and turned toward the dorm. Her head was spinning. He appeared to be a genuinely nice guy. She could understand why women enjoyed his company. He seemed to really like to listen and was good at it. He never tried to one up her with stories, or force the conversation around to himself. And what was the deal with Dana? Clearly, he had something for her, and had for years, but she had seen him with other women. Maybe Dana saw her as someone who could occupy Jack when she was away, but wouldn't be a real threat. That made her feel a little angry with Dana, but also kind of impressed. Sally thought that she was good at manipulating people, especially men, but it looked like she was an amateur compared to Dana.

Sally looked at her watch and realized that Matthew would be over in an hour, so she picked up her pace and got to her room. She changed into something a little more revealing and easy to remove. As much as her memories of last night with Matthew made her horny, her growing lust for Jack Davis pushed her closer to her boiling point. She wasn't sure that they would even get through the pizza before she ripped Matthew's clothing off. Sally opened up the bottle of wine and poured herself a glass. She sat down and turned on the TV, watching an old sitcom while she drank, and tried to calm herself down.

There was a knock at the door, and Sally got out of her chair and opened the door. As expected, it was Matthew, who looked hot in a tight black t-shirt and shorts, his hair combed back and still wet from the shower. And he was holding a pizza and six pack. She let him into her room, and he put the pizza down on Sally's desk, and put the beer next to it. Sally gave him a passionate hug and kiss that, based on the look on Matthew's face, surprised him with its ardor. He stood there and absorbed her hug, and enjoyed the way she rubbed herself against his stiffening rod. Matthew smiled, as he looked forward to the night ahead.

Eventually, Sally let go, giving Matthew the chance to open a beer. He turned to Sally and said, "And, hello to you, too," smiling.

Sally wanted to throw him on the floor, climb on top of him and fuck him immediately. But she knew that would send the wrong message to Matthew. From the beginning, she made it clear that their relationship was just for sex, and Matthew had made it clear that he was fine with that. Sally refilled her wine glass and opened the pizza box, taking out a steaming hot triangle of pizza, with perfect, greasy pepperoni. Matthew took a slice, and they sat on the edge of the bed, eating. Matthew put his hand on Sally's firm thigh above the knee and squeezed gently, before slowly running his hand up her inner thigh almost to her crotch. Sally sighed with desire, finished her slice and tossed the crust into the garbage. Matthew did the same, and started to stand up to get another piece, but Sally grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

She tilted up her head, and Matthew planted a kiss on her soft lips as he sat back down on the bed. They kissed, and Matthew began to rub Sally's back, and realizing that she was braless, started to lift her shirt up above her head. Sally helped him remove her shirt, and directed his head down to her breasts. Matthew allowed himself to be led and began to kiss her firm tits, using his tongue to trace concentric circles on her light brown areolas before planting a wet kiss on her now erect nipples.

Sally was moaning with delight, and she reached into Matthew's crotch and felt his hard cock trying to burst out of his shorts. She reached up the leg and gently stroked his throbbing rod until he began to whimper. They both realized that wearing clothing was just an impediment to their full enjoyment of each other's bodies, so they stood up and quickly stripped. Sally appreciated Matthew's six-pack abs and his muscular chest. His cock, which was actually kind of small by Sally's standards, was fully erect and looked like it was straining to leave his body. Matthew, on the other hand, was staring at Sally with a look of near animal lust. Although he would have liked her tits to be a bit bigger, they were big enough, and she loved to let him play with them. And he knew that her pussy was capable of doing things that no girl's had ever done to him before. 

He took Sally by the shoulders and directed her to lay on the bed, and she did so without resistance, spreading her legs to make it clear that she wanted him on top of her, and inside her. Normally, Matthew would have considered going down on Sally, and burying his face in her fragrant and beautiful pussy, but there seemed to be an urgency on Sally's part to get right to the main event, and Matthew was happy to oblige. He had a good game and was feeling strong and powerful. He climbed on top of Sally, who grabbed his cock and guided into her pussy, which was soft and slick with her juices. He thrust himself fully in, and was happy to hear Sally sigh. Still fully in, he began to rock his hips, and Sally responded by arching her back and moaning, which turned Matthew on even more. 




You Get What You Need 01



Matthew then slowly withdrew his cock from her pussy before plunging it in hard. Sally grabbed his ass and squeezed so that he could not withdraw again, but he was stronger than her, and began to slowly pump his hips as Sally began to buck and writhe. Despite his arousal, Matthew was not close to cumming, and he was hoping to get Sally off at least once before he did, so he increased his pace while, at the same time reached for her throbbing clit and began to rub it with his thumb. Sally appeared to lose control and began thrashing wildly on the bed and using her vaginal muscles to squeeze against Matthew's cock, which caused him to feel intense pleasure. Then, Sally started yelling, "Yes, oh god, yes, oh god," causing Matthew to feel like he was about to bring her off. Sally began to scream, "yes, yes, yes, Jack, yes, Jack." Matthew stopped, as if cold water had been dumped on him, and Sally lay on the bed, panting.

"Don't stop," she pleaded.

"You called me Jack," he snapped.

Sally had no recollection of that, she just recalled being on the edge of a huge orgasm, but realized that if she had said that, Matthew would, deservedly, be pissed off. Thinking fast she said, "No, I wanted you to jack off on me. Please, keep fucking me," she begged.

Matthew was not convinced, but his cock was throbbing and he needed release, so he stuck himself back into Sally's dripping pussy and thrust away, solely thinking of his pleasure, until he was close to cumming, then pulled his cock out and blasted his load onto Sally's chest and belly. She pretended to like it, and reached out to grab Matthew's softening cock, but he pulled away, stood up, got dressed and without saying another word, walked out of the room, taking the pizza with him.

Sally lay in bed, covered in Matthew's cum, frustrated that she had not climaxed herself, angry that she had clearly offended Matthew, who it appeared was a pretty good lay and a nice guy, and annoyed that Jack Davis was stuck in her head. After lying in bed, feeling sticky and exasperated, she cleaned up a bit, put on her robe, grabbed her towel and shower kit and went to the bathroom. She turned on the shower, waited for it to get hot, took off her robe and entered the stall.

She let the water cascade over her and soaped herself up, cleaning off the sweat and cum. As she cleaned her pussy, she realized how good that felt, and she began to rub her clit. She quickly brought herself close to release, and had to lean against the cold tile wall to support her weight as she attacked herself. She didn't care if anyone else was in the bathroom when she screamed out "FUUUUUUUUUUCK" as she brought herself to the orgasm that her stupidity prevented Matthew from causing. 

Feeling a little better, Sally dried off, put on her robe and walked back to her room. She refilled her wineglass and watched TV until she couldn't keep her eyes open any more, and returned to her messy bed.

Sunday

The next morning Sally woke up with a hangover. She had finished the entire bottle of wine before going to bed, and it didn't sit well. As punishment for her misbehavior of the prior night, she forced herself to get dressed and go for a run, which helped to clear her head. Feeling better, she decided to go to the gym and lift a little, to keep toned. She began the circuit of weight machines, doing only one set, because it had been unfortunately too long since her last session, and the last thing she wanted was sore muscles. From the weight room, she could see the pool, and she noticed one swimmer who cleanly cut through the water as he did his laps. She knew enough to know that he wasn't good enough to swim for the school team, but he knew what he was doing. As she finished her workout, she saw the swimmer emerge from the pool and realized that it was Jack Davis. She felt an involuntary twitch in her stomach, and fled the gym, running back to the dorm before he could dry off, change and head back himself.

As she ran back, she realized how crazy she was acting. For the past three years, she had pretty much the pick of whatever guy she wanted, which had been great, but now, with Jack, she was feeling like an innocent, shy high school girl. She wasn't sure if her feelings were because Jack had, until the day before, essentially shown no interest in her, or because she was intimidated by Dana and the other incredibly beautiful women that Jack surrounded himself with, or if she was angry that her odd fixation on him ruined her night with Matthew. She also realized that she owed Matthew an apology.

Unfortunately, at this school, the work never let up, and Sally needed to shower, get breakfast and get to the library, so she wasn't sure when she would be able to resolve any of this mess. She quickly showered, dressed and ran off to the library, hiding in her corner near the Civil War books, hoping that Jack Davis wouldn't cross her path. Again, she worked hard on the paper, shoring up her arguments and eliminating a few that didn't hold up. Before she knew it, she was feeling rumblings in her stomach and looked at her phone, surprised that it was lunchtime. She packed up her stuff and headed to the dining hall for a sandwich and found Kate sitting with Emily and Zara, two of her favorites, laughing about something. She sat down, and they reminisced about how they met freshman year, and about a few of their antics. The conversation moved on to their classes and the crushing load of work they all were dealing with.

Kate said, "Sally-tell them about your bathroom meeting with Jack Davis' girlfriend."

Sally replied, "apparently she isn't his girlfriend, they just 'hookup'"

"How do you know that?" Kate asked.

"He sat down with me at dinner yesterday and told me," Sally admitted.

"Yeah," Emily said, "last semester, I was in a class with Jack, and tried to hook up with him, but he told me, flat out and without any bullshit, that he was getting a visit from an old high school girlfriend who came by occasionally for visits when neither of them were attached, but that it was a 'no strings attached' arrangement."

"Really," Sally said, "I never knew you were interested in him."

"Sort of," Emily said. "I had just broken up with Lawrence, and was lonely, but after that, I never gave it another thought."

Kate smiled and said, "I don't think that Sally feels that way."

Sally turned to Kate and said, in a friendly way, "Go fuck yourself," and laughed. She paused and said, "What is it about that guy?" 

Her lunch companions shrugged and turned to their food, eating quickly so that they could return to their work. Kate and Sally walked together back to the library. "I hope I didn't go too far with my comment about Jack before," Kate said.

"No, not at all," Sally said. "It's never been a big secret, and who cares anyway."

"Changing the subject, did you get together with your lacrosse stud again last night."

"Yeah," Sally said. "But I think that was the last time. I'm not that interested."

"Too bad," Kate said. "He is hot."

"True," Sally said, "but time to move on."

By this time they had gotten to the library. Before Kate went to the sociology section and Sally went to the Civil War stacks, Kate said, "Have you identified your next conquest?"

Sally smiled and said, "I think so," and turned away before having to elaborate.

Settling in at her table, she prepared to work, but first texted Matthew. "So sorry about last night. I'm an idiot. Is there anything, really anything, I can do to make it up to you?" She figured that a blowjob or something similar was the least she could do to make amends, but also would understand if he ignored her. And she didn't like him enough to care all that much. She also knew that he was good looking enough to find someone else to take care of his needs.

Sally worked for about an hour before her phone bleated and she went to check to see what Matthew's response was. But it was not a text from Matthew but an email from Jack. "I enjoyed dinner last night. Want to do it again tonight, but at Harvest?" Harvest was a nice restaurant a few blocks from campus. Sally wondered if this was a date, or was he just continuing to follow Dana's suggestion. She really didn't care—it would be a nice meal, and a chance to get to know the white whale better. 

Sally emailed back, "Sure, sounds like fun, but not too late—I have a 9:30." She also gave him her cell number so he could text instead of email. 

A few minutes later, he texted back, "reservation is at 7:30. Meet you in front of the dorm at 7?" 

She replied, "OK CU then."

She checked the time and realized that she had to go back to her room and finish the Turgenev before showering and changing. After her shower, Sally had to decide what to wear. After a few false starts, she settled on a blue dress that was cut low enough in the front to be interesting but not show too much and, she thought, looked good on her hips. At 7, she walked down the two flights to the front door to the dorm, and saw Jack, looking good in a pair of khakis and a checked button down shirt. He smiled when he saw her and said, "Sally, you look great," and he sounded sincere.

Sally smiled and replied, "Thanks, you look good, too."

It was a pleasant evening, and they walked through campus, not saying much, then across the street that separated town from gown, around the corner and down another block to Harvest. Being Sunday, it was not very crowded, but most of the other diners were families with kids, and a few older couples. Sally didn't see any other students, and she enjoyed the change of pace.

They sat down and after reviewing the menu and ordering, there was an awkward silence. Sally tried to break it by asking Jack what he was working on in the lab. He tried to explain it, but the details were indecipherable to Sally, who had struggled through high school physics and gave the science buildings a wide berth. On the other hand, when she described the Civil War paper that she was working on, Jack had more than a passing understanding of the topic, and even made a couple of comments that gave her ideas on how to improve one of her arguments. 

By the time appetizers arrived, they were chatting freely, like old friends. Jack told some self-deprecating stories of his time in high school and gave some more details about how he met Dana and how their relationship developed, while Sally told him about her parents and younger brother, who was probably a genius. 

When the entrees came out, they had moved on to politics, about which they had similar, but not exactly the same, views, and their argument over subtle differences in foreign policy was well argued and polite. Sally continued to be impressed by the way that Jack listened carefully to her, respected her point of view and never tried to dominate the conversation. It was a particular pet peeve of Sally's that despite the fact that their college was one of the most difficult to get into in the country, so many of the guys still seemed to think that the female students were dumb bimbos. The men that Sally got intimate with had to treat her fairly and equally, but there was something about Jack's manner that was better than any she had encountered.

While they were waiting for dessert, Jack reached out and touched Sally's hand, and she didn't pull back, so he continued to rest his hand on hers, lightly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She disengaged so that she could drink her coffee and eat her dessert, but she was pleased by the development.

The waiter brought over the check, and Sally reached into her purse to pay her half of the check. Her family was fairly well off, and she didn't expect that Jack should have to pay for her. 

Jack waved her off and said, "This one is on me-I asked you to dinner. If you have enjoyed it, then you can ask me to a meal, and then you can pay."

Again, Sally was impressed by his position—chivalrous, but not condescending, recognizing that they were equals, and that she was not a helpless girl who needed a man to take care of her. She had begun to understand a little of how Jack was able to attract beautiful women, women who Sally recognized were more attractive than she was. Yet, she appeared to also have something that interested Jack. 

As they stood up to leave, Jack gently placed a hand on her lower back, above her butt, which she found to be sweet, and he kept it there as if guiding her out of the restaurant. They walked back to campus and into the dorm. When they got to the second floor, she realized that her room was to the left and Jack's was to the right. He turned to her and said, "Would you like to come to my room to hang out?"

Sally considered the offer, but decided to decline. "No, I told you I have a 9:30 tomorrow and still have some reading to do."

Jack's face didn't betray any disappointment or unhappiness. "O.K., but let's hang out again soon," he said.

"I'd like that," Sally replied.

He leaned down and kissed her softly on the cheek, and before he could pull away, Sally turned her head and gave him a soft kiss on the lips before turning and walking toward her room.

That was nice, she thought to herself as she walked down the hall and entered her room. She changed into a t-shirt and sweats, went to the bathroom, washed off her makeup, brushed her teeth and returned to her room, picked up "Fathers & Sons" and started to read. 

The bleating of her phone interrupted her reading, and she checked the message. It was from Matthew. "No thanks, I think you have done enough," was his curt response. His loss, Sally thought, and I think I've moved on. She finished her reading, watched a little TV and went to bed.

Monday

After a full day of classes and dinner, Sally was beat. She went back to her room, put on a t-shirt and shorts and settled in for an evening of work. First, she reviewed and edited her Civil War paper, which was due on Friday. After she reached the point of diminishing returns, she shifted to reading some articles for her sociology class, which she found interesting. She decided that it was time for a study break, so she turned on the TV and found that ESPN was showing her favorite team, and the game was tied in the 7th. Sally and her father used to be rabid fans, and one thing she missed at college was being able to watch the games every night. Even if she was able to get the games without paying for the out of market package, she rarely had time to just get absorbed in the leisurely pleasures of a baseball game, and none of her friends, of either sex, were fans of her team.

Just as she was getting interested, there was a knock on the door. Sally had no idea who would be dropping in on her at this hour, and she was a little annoyed at the interruption. She got off the chair and went to the door and opened it, surprised to see Jack, holding a bottle of wine and two glasses. He was wearing a t-shirt with what looked like equations on it, but it might as well have been ancient Hittite for all the meaning that Sally was able to glean from it.

"Hey," Jack said. "I was wondering if you would help me drink this wine. My sister's boyfriend told me it was supposed to be good."

Sally was a little off balance, but she wanted to spend time with Jack, so she said, "Sure, come on in. I was just taking a break anyway."

He came into the room and put the wine and glasses on her desk. He looked over to the TV and smiled. "You're a baseball fan?" he said, sounding surprised.

"Yes," she replied, "although I really only follow one team."

Jack told her that he was a big fan, although they were fans of different teams. They briefly discussed baseball, before Jack opened the wine and poured it into the glasses. It was a deep burgundy color and smelled richer than most of the cheap wine that Sally had drunk at college. She took a sip and was blown away by the taste. Even as an inexperienced wine drinker, she could tell that it was more complex and better tasting than anything she had ever had before.

She noticed that Jack was smiling at her. "I guess you like it," he said.

Sally replied, "You could tell?"

"The look on your face was pretty clear that you were enjoying it. It is very good. I'll have to remember to thank Steve for the recommendation."

They sat next to each other on the edge of the bed, drinking and talking about baseball and school, until they had finished the bottle and were feeling good. Sally didn't have class until 11 the next morning, so she wasn't worried about a few drinks, and the ball game was exciting. It was tied at 4 in the bottom of the ninth, when her favorite player laced a hit down the right field line and just beat the throw to second. After a pitching change, her team's manager pinch hit and the batter, a veteran who had been signed just for this reason, worked the count to 3-2 before blasting a walk off homerun into the left field stands. The stadium went nuts, and Sally jumped off the bed with excitement. She grabbed Jack's arm and said, "Did you see that?"

He stood up from the bed, looked at Sally's excited face and said, "Yes."

Then, they were kissing. Sally pressed her lips against Jack's and pulled him toward her. He was an excellent kisser, and she enjoyed feeling his lips and tongue as they played against hers. She pressed tighter against him and felt his strong body. As they kissed, she began to feel his cock stiffening against him, and was somewhat surprised at its increasing length and girth. Sally realized that Jack Davis was huge, which may have explained his popularity with women. She felt herself getting wet with excitement and began to press Jack back toward the bed.

He let her push him back onto the small college bed, and Sally fell on top of him. They kissed passionately, fully clothed, and Jack began to stroke Sally's back. She could feel his huge cock pressing against her pussy, and she desperately wanted it inside of her. Sally broke from the kiss and sat up, straddling Jack's hips and pulled off her t-shirt. She was braless, and she was pleased to see Jack smile as he reached out and tenderly began to stroke her breasts. His touch was gentle and appreciative, at first, but became increasingly strong, and it caused Sally to moan, and writhe, and she could feel his cock pressing against her butt. 

Jack pulled her down so that his face was buried in her cleavage. Jack took a deep breath, inhaling her scent as he started to kiss her tits and suck on her hardening nipples. When the sensation of him pleasuring her breasts was almost too much for Sally to handle, Jack carefully pushed her away and sat up in the bed and yanked off his own shirt. He lay back down and Sally collapsed on top of him, enjoying the warmth of his chest against hers. They lay there, savoring each other's feel and smell until Sally began to grind her pelvis against Jack's rock hard cock, and she heard him moan. 

Sally spun off the bed, and pulled off her shorts and panties, and again was pleased to see Jack smile. She reached over and began to unbuckle his belt, until he took over and removed his shorts and boxers, releasing a cock that was, easily, the largest that Sally had ever seen. She tried not to stare, but Jack's chuckling made it clear that she had not been successful. But before she could say anything, he sat up and took Sally's hand and guided her to the bed. Jack stood up, his cock throbbing with desire, and motioned for Sally to lie on her back. She really wanted to touch his cock, stroke it, lick it and suck it, but she let Jack take the lead.

Jack looked at Sally's nude body with pleasure. He was clearly a man who loved women, and the fact that Sally wasn't quite as beautiful as Dana, or some of the other women that he had been with was not an issue. She was beautiful in her own way, she was smart and sexy, and he wanted to give her pleasure, and she appeared to want to reciprocate. He sat on the small bed, next to Sally, and gently began to stroke her body, from head to toe. He traced her curves gently at first, then increasing the pressure. Sally's body was tingling with pleasure under his attention, and when she opened her eyes, the look of tenderness in Jack's eyes, and the throbbing of his member made her crazy with lust.




You Get What You Need 01



After what seemed like hours of pleasurable stroking, Jack, for the first time, began to gently stroke Sally's outer labia, teasing her, and Sally felt her thighs open as if on their own. Jack recognized her increasing arousal and began to gently trace her inner lips, which were soaking wet and slick with Sally's juices. Sally felt as if Jack was reading her mind, and was doing exactly what she wanted and needed. He continued his manual stimulation of Sally, which caused her to moan, purr and writhe as she approached orgasm. She spread her legs wider and tilted her hips up to provide him with access to her clit, which, finally, he brushed a finger against, as if it was an accident. This caused Sally to gasp, and Jack to smile. 

He pulled his hand away, and Sally whimpered, but her disappointment was short-lived, because Jack rolled himself onto the bed and buried his face into Sally's swollen and dripping pussy.

Sally was in awe. If his fingers were incredible, his tongue and lips were otherworldly. He licked and sucked her in a way that made her absolutely insane, and when he decided to focus his attention on her clit, it was more than she could handle. She was bucking her hips wildly and panting, and she felt the waves of pleasure begin to build when Jack thrust two fingers into her dripping pussy. She virtually exploded with pleasure and began to scream and then laugh as the orgasm continued to roll over her body. Jack reached up and softly squeezed her rock hard nipples, causing an aftershock that left Sally shaking uncontrollably. Eventually, the shaking stopped, and Jack somehow was able to lie on the bed next to her, holding Sally in his strong arms as her breathing eventually returned to normal.

She looked at Jack's handsome, open face, and said, "Thank you, that was incredible."

He smiled and said, "Thank you," and he sounded sincere.

They lay there, just touching, when Sally remembered Jack's cock, and she was able to roll on top of Jack. She slid back and saw that his cock, while still huge, was not fully erect, so she stroked it until it reached its full size. Although she knew how much fun it would be for both of them if she blew Jack, she wanted to feel that monster inside her, so without any further ceremony, she lifted herself up and guided Jack's cock into her still dripping hole. Sally felt as if she was being totally filled up as she slowly lowered herself until, somehow, it was fully inside her. She sat there, fully impaled, just enjoying the sensation, before beginning to bob up and down on his rod, increasing and slowing speed and changing motions, causing lightning bolts of pleasure to shoot through her body. 

Jack began to meet her thrusts and shortly it was like a switch went off in Sally's brain, and she just started bouncing up and down on Jack's cock without control. She started to squeeze his cock with her vaginal muscles and Jack began pant and moan until he yelled out, "Sally, I'm cumming," and before she could do or say anything, he blasted a load of cum inside her, setting Sally off on another body shaking orgasm and causing her to collapse onto Jack's chest, as his softening cock slithered out of her. 

Sally was certain that she would not be able to move for hours, and just lay on Jack's chest, panting, and listening to his breath and heart slow. The last thing that Sally remembered was feeling Jack stroke her sweaty and tangled hair and kiss her head.

Tuesday

When Sally woke up, she was still on top of Jack. She looked at the clock and saw that it was 7:00, and she needed to go to the bathroom. She rolled off of Jack, and sticky with sweat and their combined juices, she grabbed her robe and ventured into the empty hall. In the bathroom, she cleaned off most of the evidence of the prior night's sex and sat down on the toilet. She thought back on the last night, and smiled to herself as she remembered how unbelievably good Jack had made her feel. Remarkably, she felt her nipple harden as she thought about it. She finished on the toilet, wiped herself and washed her hands.

Sally looked at her reflection in the window, and other than the fact that her hair was a mess, she realized that she looked peaceful and happy. She wondered if Jack would be up for a quickie before class, and returned to her room, hopeful. However, when she opened the door to her room, Jack was already out of bed and wearing his t-shirt and shorts. He smiled at her when she came in, and opened his arms to give her a hug and kiss. But when Sally tried to take it a step further, he pulled back and said, "That was unbelievable last night, and I would love to do it again now, but I have a 10:00 class and need to shower and get ready."

He noticed the look on Sally's face, and said, "How about meeting me for lunch at noon?"

Sally smiled and said, "I have an 11:00, so I'll be a little late, but lunch it is."

He gave her another quick kiss and left the room. Sally sat down at her desk and tried to make sense of what had happened. She now thought she understood the mystique of Jack Davis. Not only was he a nice guy and a nice looking guy, he truly seemed to love giving women pleasure, and he was damn good at it. Apparently good enough that a number of beautiful women were willing to share his attentions. Sally wasn't sure that she wanted that, but, on the other hand, if he could make her cum like that, maybe she could learn to accept it.

Before taking her shower, Sally checked her email and a few other things on the Internet. She noticed the bottle of wine that Jack had brought and wanted to know more about it, remembering how good it was. When she Googled the label, she was shocked to see that the bottle sold for $250. But, Sally thought, Jack didn't seem like some rich jerk—she realized that most guys would have made a big deal about the cost of the bottle to impress her. She was more intrigued by Jack than she was before she met him.

She showered and dressed and had enough time to grab a cup of coffee and a yogurt to eat during her class. Kate walked up to her in the courtyard as she was heading to class and said, "You have that look again—Did you give Matthew another chance?

Sally smiled and said, "No, it was Jack."

Kate stopped walking and looked at Sally. "Congratulations," she said, laughing. "So, it was worth the wait?" They started walking again to make their classes

"Absolutely," Sally replied. "It was incredible. He is an amazing guy."

Before Kate could say anything else, Sally veered off toward the massive gray gothic building where her class was being held and Kate kept walking toward her class. Usually Sally had no problems with giving Kate details about her liaisons, and Kate did the same, but Sally was having trouble figuring out how to describe what happened to her, so she was glad that she had an excuse to keep quiet, at least for the time being.

It seemed to Sally that the lecture was interminable, but she forced herself to pay attention and take notes as she bided her time until lunch with Jack. She also knew that she needed to get her focus back, because her Civil War paper was not going to finish itself, and she had other reading to do. She realized that she needed to force herself not to let her lust overwhelm the more important schoolwork. She had always been able to do it before.

Finally, the class ended, and she packed up her notebook and iPad and tried not to run to the dining hall. Jack was waiting for her outside, wearing shorts and a polo in an odd shade of green. Nevertheless, Sally thought he looked good. He smiled as she approached, but turned away slightly when Sally tried to kiss him. Normally, that would have pissed her off to no end, but she realized that Jack, like her, did not generally like to be attached, and their relationship was so new that there was no reason to broadcast it to the world.

"Hey," he said, smiling.

"Back at you," Sally replied, also smiling. 

They got on line to swipe their dining cards, then went into the dining hall and wandered separately, getting their lunch and meeting back to find seats. Jack led Sally to a table away from everyone. 

"I hope you don't mind sitting back here," he said, "I wanted to speak with you privately."

"Not a problem," Sally responded, as she began to eat her sandwich.

They both started talking at the same time, and Jack said, "You go ahead,"

Sally paused and said, "Last night was great, and I hope we can do it again, but if that was a one time thing, then I can live with that, too."

Jack looked back at Sally and said, "I hope it wasn't a one time thing."

Sally smiled, and Jack continued, "But, I have found that it is best to be totally honest with women. I told you about my relationship with Dana, and I'm not interested at this point in any kind of exclusive relationship. But I really do like you, and last night really was amazing, so I hope we can try not to force anything and see where it goes."

Sally, who had prided herself on a willingness to divorce sex from relationships, found herself wanting more here, but realized that if she wasn't willing to accept less, she would get nothing. She also appreciated his frankness and honesty, which only made her want him more. But she simply replied, "That works for me."

They finished their lunches making small talk, including discussing baseball, before Jack took her plate and they walked together to the bussing station and headed out. Jack walked toward his lab and Sally headed to the library where she worked on her Civil War paper.



You Get What You Need 02



This two-part series includes characters from The Lake House Lessons/Dana's Side series and although it probably stands alone, I think you may enjoy it better if you read at least one of those series, if not both. You should definitely read part 1, though. This series takes place when Jack Davis, the narrator of The Lake House Lessons, is in college.





Later that day

After an hour of focusing on her Civil War paper and not on Jack, she was interrupted by someone sitting at her table. It was a blond, male student, not bad looking, but kind of young. 

"Mind if I sit here?" he asked tentatively.

"No, go ahead," Sally replied, curtly, before returning to her paper. She got up to get a book, and when she returned, she noticed the blond guy checking her out.

"Did you get a good look?" she asked, a bit flattered, but not wanting to admit it.

Busted, the other student blushed and looked down at the table. "Sorry," he said.

Sally felt a little bad about embarrassing him. She dressed the way she dressed because it made her feel good, and because she generally liked being the object of her fellow students' desire. "It's O.K. I guess I should be flattered." She noticed for the first time that he was actually kind of cute. "I'm Sally," she said, extending her hand."

"Ralph," he replied, taking her hand and giving it a shake. "What year are you?"

"Junior," Sally said. You?

"Freshman," he replied.

That's why he looked so young, Sally thought to herself. "So, Ralph, what are you working on?"

"I'm taking Intro US History, and I'm working on a paper on World War I," he replied.

"With Professor Jackson?"

Ralph nodded.

"Yeah, he's great. I'm taking his Civil War class now, and working on a paper."

They discussed his topic, and Sally gave him a few pointers and ideas that he enthusiastically wrote down. She realized that even though she felt like she had been pursuing Jack, with someone like Ralph, she could probably have him eating out of her hand pretty quickly. The question was, did she want to? She wasn't sure when she would see Jack again, at least see him naked, and she realized that she was horny.

She turned to Ralph and began to flirt with him, and she could tell that she had him hooked. They worked and talked on and off for a few hours, and by the time that Sally was ready to go for dinner, she was pretty sure that Ralph would do pretty much anything she wanted. Sally stood up and said, "I'm going to dinner then back to my room to read. I usually take a break about 10 if you want to come by, Small Hall, room 219." Based on the look on his face, he seemed to get Sally's message.

After dinner, Sally returned to her room and worked on her sociology reading. About 9:30, she took a quick shower, put on black, lacy panties under skimpy shorts, and a tight t-shirt with no bra, popped open a beer and turned on the TV. Precisely at 10, there was a knock at the door. 

"Ralph?" she said.

"Yes," he said.

"Come on in," Sally replied.

He entered the room, wearing the same clothing she left him in, with a backpack slung over his shoulder. He looked a little nervous, but was staring at Sally's unrestrained breasts.

"So, how's the research coming?" she asked, smiling.

He forced himself to look at her eyes and said, "Pretty good. I found something interesting in the rare book collection and I ended up staying in the library late."

Sally was impressed by his initiative for a freshman, and she decided to reward him, and to satisfy her Jack Davis caused lust. "Have a seat," she said, patting the bed next to her.

He put down his backpack and awkwardly sat next to Sally on the bed. 

"I should have offered you a beer—why don't you share with me?" she asked, offering him her sweating bottle. 

"Uh, sure," he said, grabbing the bottle and taking a big slug before returning it to Sally, who took a small sip before putting the beer down, turning toward the freshman, and leaning in for a kiss.

Ralph was surprised, to say the least, but decided to take advantage of his unexpected good luck. He was not a virgin, technically, if you counted the quick and relatively unsatisfying post-prom event with Vanessa Farley in his father's car, (which he did). He was able to get his cock inside her, briefly, before she passed out and being a gentleman, he pulled out, and drove her home. And he hadn't had any luck at college, mostly, he believed, because he worked too hard. But now, a very sexy upperclassman was coming on to him, on her bed. He kissed her back, and felt her tongue playing against his, sending shockwaves down to his underused member.

Sally pulled Ralph toward her and he began to rub her back first over her t-shirt, then under. From the way his hands groped around, she could tell that he was surprised that she was braless, even though he had taken a pretty long look at her tits. Sally wiggled her torso to make it clear that Ralph should remove her shirt, and he finally figured out what she wanted. He pulled back to get a look at her and smiled. Sally arched her back, displaying her apple sized breasts tipped by pale areolas and dark, pink nipples, to Ralph, and, mercifully, he bent his head down and began to kiss and suck them. Sally pressed his head against her breasts, and reveled in his attention. She reached into his lap and felt his stiff rod. It wasn't nearly Jack Davis quality, but she expected it would do.

She pulled up Ralph's shirt and he leaned back and removed it. He was kind of scrawny and pale, but Sally was horny so she leaned forward and pressed her chest against his and pushed so that he was flat on his back and she was on top of him. Normally, Sally loved long, leisurely foreplay, but not now. She wanted to be fucked, soon and hard. Sally stood up on the bed, straddling the surprised freshman and removed her shorts. He gasped when he saw her panties and began to breathe heavily when she removed them, giving him a view of her pussy.

Sally waited for Ralph to remove his pants, but he had a deer in the headlights look and appeared paralyzed. So, she knelt down between his legs and undid his shorts and removed them and his boxer, allowing his erection to breathe. Sally could see that that he was twitching and would probably come the second that she touched him, which would not satisfy her needs. So, instead, she plunged her mouth onto his rod, causing Ralph to moan loudly and cum immediately. Sally swallowed his load, then looked at his sheepish face.

"You have done this before?" she asked in an understanding voice.

"Yeah, sort of, yeah," he replied, "but not kinda for a while."

"That's O.K." she replied and returned to sucking his cock. Between her talents and Ralph's horniness, it was not long before he was hard again, and Sally guided him into her slick pussy. She enjoyed seeing the look of pleasure on Ralph's face as she slid down his rod. Being on top and in control, her plan was to start slowly, and end hard, so she took a deliberate pace as she bobbed up and down. Ralph was in ecstasy as he watched this beautiful woman have her way with him. After his first orgasm, he felt like he could last longer, and he tried to control himself. And as long as Sally moved slowly, all he felt was pleasure.

Sally began to speed up her motions and Ralph reached out, finally, to first touch, then cup then knead her breasts, which caused Sally to begin to move faster. Ralph felt his hips begin to move of their own accord, meeting Sally, who began to rub her own clit. Ralph noticed that, and reached out to take over the task. Sally began to move faster and faster and Ralph met her pace and increased the speed at which rubbed her clit until the two of them were pounding each other hard. Sally's head was back and her tits were bouncing wildly until she screamed out. Ralph realized that he had made this beautiful woman orgasm, and that caused him to explode inside of her. Sally fell onto his chest, her breasts pressing against his hairless chest, and he was as happy as he ever had been.

Sally felt good. The sexual tension that had built up inside her since Jack had left her room was gone, for now, and she also felt like she had given Ralph a sexual experience that he wouldn't describe as "sort of." She thought he was a sweet kid. 

"Was that O.K. for you?" she asked.

"That was great. Awesome," he replied, smiling. He started to stroke her naked back gently. 

Sally could feel his cock stiffening again, and she figured, why not, and said, "Get on top of me."

They rolled over until Ralph was on top and his cock was pressing against Sally's dripping pussy. He kissed her, then moved to her tits and explored them with his hands and mouth, making Sally writhe underneath him. She reached down and guided his cock into her and wrapped her legs around Ralph's legs so that he was buried deep inside. He began to pump, and Sally loosened her grip to allow him to move. He moved faster and faster and gave Sally the hard, hot fucking that she needed. 

"Harder, faster," she grunted in Ralph's ear, and he tried to comply, until he was pistoning into her as hard and fast as he physically could go. He had never felt this way before, had never felt this much power, this much pleasure in his life. He looked down at Sally, who was sweating and moaning, and the sight of her face contorted with pleasure and her tits bouncing was too much for his inexperience, and he came, hard, into her, causing Sally to scream out again and begin to laugh. She pulled him toward her and he lay on top of her soft beautiful body as she wrapped her arms around his back and he listened to her breathe.

After a while, she made it clear that she needed to get up, and Ralph reluctantly got off the bed. Sally stood up and he could see his cum dripping down her thigh. She grabbed two towels and tossed one to him, using the other to clean herself up. 

"Was that alright, Sally?" he said, using her name for the first time.

"Yes, it was exactly what I needed. Thanks," she replied, smiling at him.

"Um, can I see you again?" he asked, awkwardly.

"Maybe," she replied. "Let's see how things go."

Seeing his disappointment, Sally said, "It isn't personal. You're a nice guy. And you should find someone in your own class, anyway."

"I've never been good at that," he said, sheepishly.

"I can't imagine why not," Sally said. "You are good looking, smart, nice, and just fucked the hell out of me. You should have girls lining up to go out with you. Just talk to them, treat them well in and out of bed, and you will do fine."

"Do you think so?" He asked, hopefully.

"I do." Still naked, she gave him a hug and began to put on her clothing. Ralph took the hint, got dressed and picked up his backpack. As he walked to the door, Sally grabbed his arm and kissed him goodbye. "See you in the library," she said as he left her room.

Sally thought to herself that would help keep her mind off of Jack for the time being. She stripped her bed, put on new sheets, grabbed her towel and went to take a shower before going to bed.

Friday, a week and a half later

Sally woke up and saw that the clock read 11:12. Since her session with Ralph, she had been working so hard, that she hadn't been with anyone, and barely had the energy to bring herself off. When she decided to come to this school, she understood that there would be times like this, when the sheer volume of schoolwork made having a social life impossible, but she smiled to herself when she realized that she had powered through it, had handed in the papers, done the readings and now could enjoy the weekend. 

Of course, Sally wasn't the only student who had been working hard; pretty much everyone had a bad couple of weeks. She had seen Jack only twice, and in passing, and hadn't had time to even speak with him. She had seen Ralph, once, in the library, and was pleased to see him studying with a pretty girl, and from their body language, and the big smile that Ralph gave her as she walked by, it was clear that they were into each other.

She had no plans for the day. No classes, nothing due, but she felt lousy from the lack of sleep, excessive consumption of caffeine and too much junk food. Trying to be virtuous, she dressed for the gym and trotted slowly toward its medieval looking machinery. Even at that hour, the gym was quiet as her fellow students recovered from the academic grind, so she was able to do a fast circuit of the weight machines and ride the stationary bike for a while. Sweaty and feeling invigorated, she toweled off and walked to the dining hall for coffee and breakfast. 

It took an effort for her to pass by the eggs and bacon, but she overcame her baser desires and got some cottage cheese and fruit and coffee and went off to eat. Kate was eating alone, looking at her iPad, dressed in a baggy t-shirt and yoga pants. She looked up when Sally put her plate and mug down.

"Looking healthy," Kate offered.

"Yeah, after the last two weeks of hell, I needed a workout," Sally replied.

Kate gave her a sly look, and Sally said, "I could use that, too, but it's been crazy,"

"I know," replied Kate. "This campus has been buttoned up so tight recently."

"Thank god, it's over," Sally replied.

"Until next time," Kate said, with resignation in her voice.

They ate in silence for a while before Kate said, "You know what we need to do?"

"I think so," Sally said, smiling.

"Let's get the old gang together, go out, get roaring drunk, pick up random men and fuck the crap out of them," Kate said, with gusto.

"Like the old days," Sally said, laughing.

They agreed on who would text who, and decided on Tommy's, a bar that wasn't well known on campus, but where they had met some hot guys when they were freshmen.

Sally spent the rest of the day cleaning up her room, doing laundry and watching television, with a little masturbation thrown in to keep things interesting. When it was time for her to get ready to go out, she put on a push up bra, a tight black top that revealed a significant expanse of her enhanced cleavage and jeans that were almost painted on. She put on her sexiest heels and a bit more makeup than usual. Appraising herself in the mirror, she believed that she would have no problem finding a good looking guy to bring home. She grabbed a small purse, made sure that she had her wallet, some condoms, a toothbrush, hairbrush and extra panties, and headed for town.

Kate, Emily, Zara and Brooke were waiting for her at a table, all dressed up and looking great. Sally was always amazed at the transformation that Kate, especially, had from her usual t-shirt and sweats look to bombshell, when she made the effort. Soon after she arrived, the waitress took their drink orders, and they started reminiscing about their prior adventures at Tommy's. Brooke won the unofficial competition when she admitted, for the first time, that she had sex with two of the bartenders in the kitchen when the bar was still open.

After another drink, conversation shifted to more current issues, including their school work, summer plans and, after another drink, their sex lives. They had all heard about Sally's night with Jack, and she was disappointed to report that it hadn't happened again. While her friends were commiserating with her, Kate clapped her hand over her mouth and pointed. Sally turned her head to the door and saw Jack entering the bar with a gorgeous skinny blonde who looked a little older than him. They were laughing and touching like old friends, or lovers, and they took a booth on the other side of the bar and sat down.

Jack saw Sally from across the room and waved, and she waved back, before taking a long drink from her cocktail.

"Holy crap, did you see her?" she exclaimed, a little drunkenly.

"Yeah," Zara replied. "Who is that?"

"Another one of Jack's fuck bunnies?" Emily asked, then realizing what she said, looked at Sally and said, "Sorry, I didn't mean anything."

Sally smiled and said, "No, I guess I'm just one of them, too." The smile quickly left her face and she grabbed her glass and took a slug.

At that point, a very tall, attractive man, who looked to be in his mid- to late 20's approached their table and leaned over and whispered into Emily's ear. She smiled, put her hand on his forearm and stood, a little unsteadily, and followed him toward a table. She looked back and winked at her friends before returning to speaking with the man.

"Emily goes first," Zara said, as was traditional for them, and they touched the rims of their glasses in her honor. The friends continued to chat and drink. A few minutes later, their waitress brought each of them another round, which wasn't ordered, and she pointed toward a table of well dressed guys about their age who waved them over. There were only three of them, so Sally said, "you guys go, I'm not really in the mood anymore."

"Are you sure?" Kate asked. 

"Yeah," she said and hugged each of her friends as she prepared to head home, unsatisfied. She knew that she could sit there alone, or go to the bar, but that would look too desperate and attract losers. As she was leaving, she saw Jack waving her to come to his table. Although the last thing she wanted to do was to horn in on his date with the supermodel looking woman, her curiosity got the best of her and she went over. Jack slid over and patted the booth next to him, so, against her better judgment, she sat down.

"Sally, this is a friend of mine from home, Cara. Cara, this is Sally, a classmate and good friend. Sally looked at Cara, and up close she was as beautiful as she seemed from a distance. There was a look of danger in her eyes, and she definitely had more of an edge than any of the other women that she knew Jack was involved with.

"Nice to meet you, Sally," she said. 

"Nice to meet you, too," Sally replied. 

There was an awkward silence which Jack filled. "Cara is on the road with a band that is playing in the city this weekend, so she decided to come down to visit."

Sally was confused. It was Friday night, and if she was with a band, wouldn't they be on stage, she thought. Being a little drunk, she said, "What instrument do you play?"

She looked at Jack and they smiled at each other. "I'm not technically in the band," she said. "I'm more like a friend of the band," she continued, giving Sally a look that made it clear that her role probably included sex and drugs, and not rock and roll. Before she could say anything, Cara continued, "But I couldn't resist visiting Jack and seeing how college was treating him."

The situation was getting a little uncomfortable for Sally, who stood up to leave.

"We were just leaving, too," Jack said, putting his hand on hers. "I know it isn't far, but would you like a ride back to campus?"

"Sure, why not?" Sally said. The three of them left the bar. Cara, in her heels was the same height as Jack, who hailed a cab when they got to the street.

When they got in, Cara turned to Sally and said, "Jack and I have a room at the Hilton, why don't you come back and have a drink with us."

"Yeah, Sally, why don't you join us?" Jack said.

Sally just nodded yes, feeling as if she was drawn to them, and the cab sped off to the Hilton that was about a mile away, and where parents mostly stayed when they visited. The three of them took the elevator up to the 6th floor, walked down the corridor and stopped at room 634. Jack took out a key card out of his pocket, and they entered the room. Sally could smell the unmistakable odor of sex, and the bed confirmed her suspicions—it was a wreck, with the blankets on the floor and the sheets balled up. Men and women's clothing were strewn on the floor and other furniture. But Cara and Jack said nothing. Instead, Jack opened a bottle of red wine, poured three water glasses full and handed one each to Sally and Cara.




You Get What You Need 02



"To old and new friends," he toasted, and Cara touched her glass to his. Sally, a few seconds behind, joined her. 

Cara and Jack sat on the edge of the bed and Sally sat on the desk chair as they drank their wine. Again, Jack broke the tension.

"Cara is a friend of my older sister, but she and I have become close over the last few years."

"That's nice, I guess," Sally said, not really knowing what was going on. That being said, being in a hotel room with Jack and Cara was beginning to turn her on, especially after her short drought.

At that point, Cara began kissing Jack, and he responded in kind. Sally began to feel herself getting wet. Cara looked at her and said, "You've been with Jack, right?"

Sally said, "Yes."

"Then you must know why I am here," she said, at the same time pushing Jack down on the bed and climbing on top of him. She tossed off her dress, revealing that she had been wearing nothing underneath, and straddled Jack, who, fully clothed, slid down until his mouth was buried in Cara's pussy. Normally, Sally didn't find tattoos to be attractive, but on this woman, she found them to be unbelievably hot. 

She wasn't sure what their plan for her was—Sally knew that some people got off on having sex while people watched, so she just sat there, feeling her pussy getting wetter and swelling with desire. She wanted Jack's face between her legs, not Cara's. Sally watched as Cara began to buck wildly on Jack's face and she began to pull his hair. But Jack kept working on her until she screamed out and snapped her head back before rolling off of Jack onto the bed. 

Jack stood up and quickly ripped off his clothing and reached out to Sally. She stood, and he kissed her. She could taste Cara's juices on his face, but she didn't care, feeling his huge cock pressing against her. He took off her shirt, and she finished the job by removing her bra, jeans and thong. Jack took her hand and led her to the bed, where Cara, now revived, was kneeling, her small, pert breasts setting up on her chest. As Sally approached the bed, Cara leaned forward and began kissing her nipples and Jack reached over and gently stroked her pussy.

Sally pressed the blonde's head into her chest and purred with pleasure as Jack explored her aching, wet pussy with a single finger. Cara pulled Sally onto the bed and spun her on her back and Jack leaned in and began to lick her pussy. Cara continued to attend to Sally's nipples, moving from kissing, to licking, to nibbling, then biting. Normally, Sally didn't like having her nipples bitten, but there was something about the way the Cara did it, in conjunction with Jack's expert cunnilingus technique that caused Sally to tremble, then buck uncontrollably. Recognizing Sally's arousal, Jack plunged three fingers into her pussy, and Sally screamed as the waves of a massive orgasm rolled over her body. She turned on her side and pulled her knees up to her chest in the fetal position as she recovered from the intensity of her climax.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw Jack, slowly inserting his huge cock into Cara from behind as he pulled her hair, causing her head to tilt back and her back to arch. She watched as he fully skewered Cara before letting her hair go and grabbing her hips while thrusting long and deep into her. As Cara began to rock back to meet his thrusts, Jack hauled off and slapped Cara's perfect ass, leaving a pink mark, and causing Cara to sigh with pleasure. Jack created a rhythm of two thrusts followed by a slap that made Cara first sigh, then moan then pant with a feral desire.

Sally felt herself dripping with lust watching them fuck and she rolled herself under Cara and sucked on her small, but perfectly shaped breasts. Somehow Cara was able to reach down and finger Sally's drenched pussy, ultimately finding and tweaking her clit. The shock caused Sally to bite down hard on Cara's nipple, which elicited a gasp of pleasure from the older woman. Cara pressed harder on Sally's clit, to the edge of hurting her, and Sally responded by using her teeth to chew on Cara's nipple. 

Suddenly, Cara reared up and screamed and Jack growled, as they reached a simultaneous and thundering orgasm, collapsing on the bed. Sally was able to roll out from under Cara before she fell and saw that Cara's ass was bright pink from Jack's slapping. Always the considerate lover, Jack rolled off of Cara's back and started to lick Sally's labia.

"I need you inside me," Sally panted, and Jack, remarkably hard again so soon after cumming in Cara, plunged his rod into her desperate hole. She wrapped her legs around his thighs, and Jack fucked her hard and fast, just how she needed it at that moment.

Cara, now revived, grabbed Sally's breasts and began to rub them and tweak her hard nipples, again just shy of causing pain, as Jack's hard cock pounded away at her. Sally felt her hips moving on their own as she thrust back against Jack and ramped up to another huge orgasm. She started to yell, "Jack, I'm cumming," and Cara bit down harder on her nipple sending her over the edge, causing her to thrash and writhe wildly on the bed. Her movements, in turn, pushed Jack to his limit, and he came hard into Sally, grunting with the exertion. 

Sally was exhausted and satiated, glad that she had allowed herself to accept Jack's invitation. After a few minutes, Cara got out of the bed, and Sally could fully appreciate her slender beauty. Cara reached into her purse and pulled out a small plastic bag. She dumped some white powder on the table, and chopped it up with a small razor blade, before spreading out a number of lines. She took a rolled up bill from her purse, bent down and snorted two of the lines, one into each nostril, before sniffling, rubbing her nose and shaking her head.

"Anyone else? This is good shit and will let us go all night." 

"No thanks," Jack said. "Not interested."

Cara looked disappointed. "I've seen you get high," she said.

"Yeah, but I'm not interested in coke," he said.

"O.K. Your loss," she said, shaking her head. "What about you, Sally? I have plenty."

Sally looked at Jack. She had tried coke once before and didn't like it, but she briefly considered the fact that it would give them more energy for fucking. But, after thinking about it for a minute, she decided to pass. "No, thanks. But that doesn't mean I don't want to go all night."

Cara smiled. "Whatever. More for me, then," she said, bending down and snorting another two lines, sniffling and shaking her head before gathering up the unused powder in the bag and returning it to her purse. Sally took this opportunity to roll over to Jack and start sucking on his mostly flaccid penis, which began to stiffen under her attention. She got on her knees and gave Jack a slow, sensual blow job. Cara walked to the bed and started rubbing Sally's ass, teasing her asshole before reaching under her and fingering her slippery pussy. Sally felt herself wiggling her ass at Cara, who took her finger from Sally's pussy and, using her natural lubrication, pressed it into Sally's asshole.

Despite her experience, Sally had never allowed anyone to stick anything in there before, but tonight, it seemed right and the sensation was a little thrilling to her. She gasped and continued slowly sucking on Jack's enormous rod. Cara bent over and started tonguing Sally's ass, which almost made her bite Jack's cock. Cara continued her tonguing, then relubed her finger from Sally's sodden pussy and stuck the finger further into Sally's ass. Sally's head snapped back, releasing Jack's cock and she said, "Oh my god," before returning to her blow job. But Jack, surprisingly, rolled out from under her and quickly scurried to where Cara was. He pressed the oversized and saliva covered head of his cock against Sally's sphincter and slowly inserted it, stopping to allow her to get used to its size, while reaching under Sally to massage her clit. 

Cara took Jack's former position, and Sally, feeling the first cock ever entering her ass, buried her face in Cara's pussy, noticing that her clit was pierced. Sally couldn't imagine letting anyone do that to her most sensitive parts, but used her tongue to flick the piercing, making Cara moan. Meanwhile, Jack had used Sally's natural lubrication on his cock, and was able to get more of it into Sally, who felt like she was going to burst.

Using her tongue on Cara's pussy and clit ring, Sally soon had Cara thrashing and yelling. Recognizing that Cara seemed to like it a little rough, Sally gently bit down on Cara's clit, and that made her scream out, "Yes. Yes. More." The third bite resulted in Cara having a massive orgasm and nearly falling off the bed.

Jack's huge cock was almost fully buried into Sally's ass and he was able to gently thrust. It was an odd feeling for Sally, but had become pleasant. Cara rolled under her and stuck her face into Sally's pussy, and, in short order, Sally was shaking from an orgasm which was followed by Jack shooting a load into her ass, withdrawing his cock as it deflated.

Sally couldn't move. She lay there in the bed, dripping from both holes, totally and completely satisfied. She felt the bed shake as Jack and Cara went at it again, after which Jack collapsed on the bed and spooned Sally. The last thing Sally remembered was Cara, sitting on a chair, nude, drinking wine and taking a pill from her purse.

Saturday

Sally woke up in exactly the position she fell asleep in, lying on her side in a destroyed bed, being spooned by Jack Davis. She could see a female hand on her hip, and therefore assumed that Cara was spooning Jack on the other side. She desperately needed to go to the bathroom, and extricated herself from Jack and walked to the bathroom. She sat down and did what needed to be done. Afterward, she decided to clean herself up, and started the shower. The hot water felt good as she allowed her makeup to wash off, then she cleaned off the dried cum that was inevitable from last night's activities. Next, she gingerly cleaned her sore genitals and even sorer ass before washing her hair.

As she was about to leave, she heard the door open and heard was clearly Jack pissing into the toilet. After flushing, he stuck his head into the shower and asked, "Want some company?" Sally hesitated and he said, "No sex-just shower." 

Sally pulled the curtain aside and made room for him. "Sorry," she said, "I'm a bit sore and fucked out."

"Yeah. I understand. Cara is more than a handful. She likes you, though."

"Really?" Sally asked. "Why?"

"I think because you were game and jumped right in. I told her that you were really great in bed and she suggested we should invite you back. I don't think she was disappointed"

Sally was surprised, and flattered. "You told her that I was great in bed?"

"Of course. Because you are."

She stepped toward him and gave him a big hug, feeling his warm wet body press against her. She felt his cock stirring, so she stepped away. "I really can't. At least not yet," she said, stepping out of the shower and wrapping herself in one of the big white hotel towels.

Jack followed soon after, and they went into the hotel room. Cara was still sleeping, her slim, nude body looking ready for a photo shoot. Jack turned on a light and started getting dressed.

"Won't you wake Cara up?" Sally asked.

"No way. Between the wine, the coke and whatever else she took, she will be out until at least noon."

"I'm a little surprised that you and she—"

Jack interrupted. "I know she is a bit different, and a little unstable, but it is a long story, and anyway, she gives me a chance to get a few kinks out of my system."

"I guess it was that way for me, too. I did stuff last night that I had never done before," Sally said, involuntarily reaching behind her.

There was an awkward silence as Jack rooted around in a duffel bag before pulling out a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that could never fit him. "I assume that you won't want to put on what you wore to the bar last night. You can borrow these."

"Seriously, you have a female change of clothing with you?" Sally said, surprised.

"I like to be prepared," he replied.

Sally went looking around the debris in the room for her purse and underwear and clothing from the prior night. She gathered them in a pile and put them into the hotel laundry bag before opening her purse and removing her extra panties. She put them then put on the t-shirt and the sweats, which still were a bit large on her.

"You like to be prepared, too, I see," Jack said, smiling.

Sally smiled back at him, then took her hairbrush and toothbrush to the bathroom. When she emerged, she looked put together and felt reasonably fresh. Before she could discuss getting back to campus, there was a knock at the door. Jack opened it and a hotel employee rolled a cart filled with covered platters. The employee stole a look at the naked Cara splayed on the bed, then looked at Sally and Jack and smiled again as Jack signed the check.

"I took the liberty of ordering us breakfast," Jack said, taking the top off the platters, revealing eggs, bacon, sausage, toast, jam and fruit. "Please join me." 

They ate breakfast and made small talk, and afterwards, Sally said, "I think I need to get back to campus."

"Me too," Jack said. 

Sally put on the only shoes she had, which looked terribly out of place with her current outfit, grabbed her bag of clothing and purse and she and Jack left the room. "I'll come back later when Cara is awake," he said. "You are welcome to join us."

She thought about it briefly, but Sally replied, "No, I don't think so."

"That's fine," Jack responded. "I hope I make it out alive myself," he continued, chuckling.

They got a cab back to campus and walked to their dorm. Sally realized what they must look like to anyone watching, which was pretty much exactly what happened, and she really didn't care. When they got to their floor, Jack gave her a kiss on the cheek and they went their separate ways. Sally entered her room, and despite the breakfast coffee, collapsed on her bed, happy that her sheets were clean, and that she was alone.

When Sally woke up, her phone was beeping. She checked the phone, and it was full of messages from Kate and the others, confirming that they would meet for dinner at the dining hall at 7, completing their freshman year tradition of meeting to compare notes after a night out. It was only 5, so she had plenty of time, and texted back that she would meet them. She was still sore, and felt not an ounce of sexual desire, which she knew wouldn't last forever, but felt nice for the time being. She turned on the TV and idly watched a baseball game, thinking of when she and Jack had done the same thing.

At 6:30 she dressed and walked over to the dining hall. She got a plate of food, and having not eaten lunch, she was starving, before finding Zara and Emily at a table in a corner of the hall. A few minutes later, Kate and Brooke arrived, and they sat and ate briefly.

"O.K., Emily, you went first, so what happened," Kate said, smiling.

"So, his name is Joe, and he is a carpenter in town. I had a couple more drinks, we went to his place, and he drove me home this morning. It was great," she smiled broadly as the other girls hooted at her.

Sally said, "Now you three. Let's hear it."

Kate started, "They were wrestlers from State here for a tournament. But they were very sweet. I took Sal back to my room and taught him a few new moves." 

They all laughed. Zara said, "My guy was Larry. He is studying photography, so I took him back to the room and let him take a few pictures before we did it. He had an amazing body, and it was incredible."

They hooted again, and Brooke said, "I was with Danny. He wanted to go dancing, so we went to The Tropic and danced until 1 am. Then, I took him back to my room and ravaged the crap out of him.

The women were all laughing, and Kate said, "Sally, I thought I saw you leave with Jack and that woman."

"Cara," Sally offered.

"So, what's the story?" Zara asked.

Sally paused. "Jack had a room at the Hilton, and we went back there." Sally's friends looked at her with increased curiosity. Sally continued. "Cara is a friend of Jack's older sister, and appears to be a groupie for a band playing in the city this weekend. It was pretty much what your dirty minds are all thinking," Sally concluded, leaving out the details.

The table was silent, then the girls began to hoot. Sally smiled, somewhat wanly, and Brooke whispered, "I've always wanted to try a threesome, but never had the courage."

Sally replied, also whispering, "Honestly, it was my first, and some of it was amazing, but I'm not sure I'd do it again. I like to be the center of attention."

The others nodded and Sally continued, "They invited me back later for more, but I said no. Brooke, I can ask if you can take my place." She smiled mischievously at Brooke.

A little flustered at having her bluff called, Brooke said, "Uh, no thanks."

There was an awkward pause, so Sally asked, "So, are the wrestlers gone, or do you ladies have some more bouts scheduled for this evening?"

Zara nodded. "They left this morning, but I may have to make a trip to State pretty soon."

The friends laughed, then finished their dinners and went their separate ways.

Sunday

Sally was sitting at dinner, alone, eating pasta and reading a newspaper on her iPad. She had spent Saturday night and Sunday alone, relaxing, watching TV, listening to music and doing a little light reading for her classes. She also tried to sort out her feelings about Jack and the threesome. Engrossed in her thoughts and the newspaper, she only noticed that someone had joined her at her table. When she looked up, she was surprised to see Jack. She wasn't sure if she was happy or not about the development, but there was nothing that she could do about it.

"Hey," he said, smiling.

"Hey," Sally responded. "Where's Cara?" she asked.

"The tour vans were heading out this afternoon, so I poured her onto an early train to the city."

"It seems like such a weird life, following a band around like that," Sally noted.

"She's young, beautiful and likes to live on the edge, so I guess she figures now is the time to do stuff like this. I figure that one day she will settle down some. I just hope she doesn't crash and burn first," he said, pensively.

Sally felt awkward. Sometimes, she thought, maybe it would be better for Jack to be a little less honest.

Jack took a bite of his chicken and after swallowing, said, "I hope you had fun the other night."

"Yeah," Sally replied, "it was pretty wild, and the sex was incredible, but I don't think I want to make a habit of it."

"I can understand that. Generally, I feel the same way, but when I'm with Cara, for some reason, she brings out that side of me that will do or try almost anything," Jack said.

"I saw that you did have some boundaries," Sally replied.

"You mean the coke?"

"Yeah."

Jack paused before replying. "Freshman year, Cara visited me here for the first time. I had never tried coke before, and she encouraged me. I figured, what could go wrong, and essentially, we spent a whole weekend in bed, without sleeping or eating. By the end of the weekend, I felt like shit, I was shaking, my nose hurt and I couldn't focus in class. So, from then on, I've passed on that. I don't mind a little weed now and again, and my sister's boyfriend occasionally gets me some unbelievable hash, but that's as far as I go."

Sally still didn't quite understand why Jack was so open with her. Yes, they had slept together, and done the threesome, but they really barely knew each other. She realized again that it was this openness and honesty that, along with certain of his physical attributes, made him so attractive. 




You Get What You Need 02



"Makes sense," Sally said, to fill the space in the conversation.

"Anyway," Jack continued, "we haven't spent enough time together recently, one on one, so can I take you out for dinner this weekend?"

Sally paused. A few weeks ago, she would have jumped at the opportunity to have dinner with Jack, and the great sex that likely would follow. But she hesitated, realizing that she really didn't want to. 

"Jack, I'm sorry, but I don't think we should see each other anymore," Sally said, trying but not completely succeeding to be firm.

Jack's eyes opened a bit wide with surprise. "Was something that happened the other night? If so, I'm sorry."

"Not exactly," Sally said.

"Then why?" Jack asked. "I thought you were O.K. with having a no strings attached kind of relationship."

"I am, but I realized that I can be selfish. I like to be in control of my relationships, and with you, I feel like you come to me when someone better isn't available."

Jack looked hurt, but before he could speak, Sally continued. "That sounded harsh, and I'm sorry. What I mean is that I want to be with guys who want to focus their attentions on me. I don't want to be one of many, and with you, I think that that is where I stand. You are a great guy, nice, smart, considerate and an incredible lover. You are maybe the best guy I have ever met, and if I was looking for a committed relationship, I think that I would want you. But neither of us do, so I don't think I want to keep going this way."

Jack smiled. "If you had known me before the end of high school, you would be amused by this situation. The idea that a beautiful, smart and sexy woman like you would turn me down because I am seeing too many other women is not something that I could ever have contemplated. But, I understand and respect your decision. I hope that we can still be friends, though. Really."

Sally was surprised at how easy that was, and how comfortable she felt passing up any continued relationship with a guy who had been her unrequited crush, and who turned out to be almost everything that she would have wanted. But she knew it was the right call.