5 comments/ 73036 views/ 11 favorites A Quick Afternoon Swim By: College Boy I was in college, and it was about a week before finals started at the end of spring semester. It was May in North Carolina, and it was hot. I mean sweltering hot, the kind of hot that makes your shirt stick to your back in a matter of minutes, and makes you thirsty for a cold beer. It was on one of these days that I found myself alone on a Saturday in my apartment, watching some moronic TV program in the early afternoon. Our place still wasn't air conditioned, and there was no escaping the killing temperature. I was sitting in gym shorts when it occurred to me that the campus pool had opened a few weeks ago, and that I bet it would feel great on a lazy afternoon like this one. So I changed into my swim shorts and took off for the pool with my towel in hand. When I showed up at the side of the pool, I realized that this had been a great idea. Surprisingly, the place was almost deserted, with three swimmers in the water and a lifeguard reading a copy of Maxim, and generally looking bored with the whole scene. I took off the t-shirt I was wearing, kicked off my sandals, and dove into the cool water, letting the chill shock me all at once. It felt great, and I found myself really enjoying the way that the sunlight played over the water. I moved over to where the lane dividers were, and began swimming at a slow, relaxing pace to limber up. After about three laps, I stopped and rested on the side, and that's when I saw her come in the door. She was absolutely gorgeous, about 5'8", deeply tanned skin, with dark-brown hair and a very small white bikini. I hadn't been able to get any kind of a date recently, and the site of this beautiful Venus stopped the breath in my chest. Although I couldn't remember meeting her, there was something oddly familiar about her. I thought about it for a minute or two, and continued with my swimming. After another two laps, I stopped to rest again, mainly to look for her. I couldn't see her anywhere, until about thirty seconds went by and somebody splashed against the wall next to me. I realized she was in the lane next to me, doing the same thing I was. I noted this in a back corner of my mind and kept on swimming. I must have gone another ten laps, and was completely exhausted, when I stopped to rest, intending to quit for the day. When I got to the end of the lane, I noticed that she was doing the same thing. I tried to ignore her, but we were only about six feet away from each other, being in adjacent lanes. I caught her eye, and a look of recognition instantly flashed over her face. "John?" she exclaimed. "John is that you?" "Yeah," I replied, trying to mask the fact that I didn't remember her name. "You don't remember me do you? I'm Jessica, remember I was your lab partner last week?" Suddenly it all came back to me. She had taken my physics lab last week because she had some conflict with her normal time. I sure as hell remember that torturous hour and a half. She was wearing unbelievably short shorts and some non-existent shirt that made it impossible for me to do the lab. I seem to remember thinking she was trying to flirt with me. Oh yeah, I remembered her all right. "Hey, what's up?" I exclaimed. "How've you been?" "Oh, fine I guess. It was so hot today I felt like taking a swim." "Yeah, me too," I said, trying not to look at her incredible tits. "So, you wanna race?" she challenged. "Um.....not really, I was actually about to quit" I remarked, noticing how tired I really was. "C'mon, what are you, some kind of a pussy?" she retorted, and then, with a wink, she quipped, "if you beat me I'll kiss you." This was too much to turn down, and I accepted. However, she wasn't nearly as tired as I was, and despite my leading early, she beat me pretty well. Shit, I wonder if she was serious, I thought as I rested on the edge. "C'mon John, I know just what you need," she suggested, as she leapt out of the pool. She was standing on the edge of the pool above me, giving me an excellent view of her superb body as her wet bathing suit clung to her in the most delicious way. "What's that?" I asked. "A few minutes in the hot tub. It always relaxes me after a swim." She turned to get her towel after saying that, and I admired the way that her ass went up and down as she walked. She really was beautiful, I thought as I agreed to the invitation. When I stood next to her and wrapped my navy blue towel around my waist, I watched her reach her arms behind her head while she was putting her hair up into a bun or something. This made her beautiful tits stretch against the white material of her bathing suit top, and I noticed that the cold water had made her nipples hard, causing them to push against the thin fabric. I had no idea where the thing was, I explained as we walked. I was interested to learn that we had one, as I had not been in a Jacuzzi in some time. After a short walk, we arrived at the room. It was kind of a weird set-up. The door opened up to three more doors, one each for the sauna, the steam room, and the hot tub. We went for the hot tub, and I was glad to see that it was very self-contained in a small room, with barely enough room for the thing to fit in there. "Shit," she exclaimed, as we saw that there were three guys already in there, sitting around, talking bullshit to each other. All conversation instantly stopped when Jessica stuck her head in the room, I noted with some amusement. "Oh well," I muttered, pissed I didn't get to get in a hot tub with her. "How do you like the sauna?" she asked, instantly turning my mood around. I answered by turning around and pulling the door open, holding it for her so I could survey her perfect form as she sauntered through the opening. The heat hit me like a wall when I followed Jessica inside. "I forgot how hot and dry these things get," I said. She responded by dumping more water on the heater thing, then giving me a wicked smirk. I was beginning to enjoy this, I thought. This was a small room too, I noticed, only able to hold about four people in a pinch. There were two benches, one high and one low, positioned on top of one another. She chose the bottom one, and sat down leaning on the high part. She closed her eyes and sighed, breathing in the hot air luxuriantly. I laid down on the top bench, closed my eyes and tried to relax. "Damn, I'm so tense," Jessica exclaimed suddenly, startling me out of a reverie about the lab we had together. "I always tighten up after a workout," she said. While I was thinking about the implications of that statement, she said "I wish they had masseurs or something for hire at this college." At this, I decided to take a chance. "I've been told I'm pretty good at it," I said hesitantly, fearing a refusal. "Well, would you mind?" she asked, "I'm sorry to ask you when you're trying to relax though." "No problem," I replied, almost giddy. I asked her to lean forward, and then slid off the high bench, falling to rest behind her with my legs on either side of her slender frame. I cracked my knuckles and reached up to knead her tanned shoulders. "Oooooooh..." she heaved in pleasure as she leaned forward in relaxation. "Most people carry a great deal of tension in their shoulders," I said as I relieved her of a particularly twisted knot "I'll say," she said. She had been sweating profusely in the sauna, and it was giving me a great natural lubricant for the massage. I moved my hands from her shoulders and began to massage her lower back working around to the sides to work out the tension in the oblique muscles. She sighed as her body relaxed, and then leaned back, startling me because I had had an enormous hard-on going. Her lower back hit the tip of my raging prick, and she instantly knew what it was. She stood up, and moved towards the door. I exhaled mightily and rested my head back, thinking that I had blown another one, that I had lost my touch. She astonished me though, by instead of leaving, dropping the pin in the door so that it couldn't open. She looked at me with a look that could have melted ice, and then returned to her original position between my legs. "Continue," she said brusquely, knocking me out of my daydream. I began to rub her back again, focusing this time on her middle back and working my way downwards. I was trying to figure out what exactly to do when she inched backwards on the bench until she was touching my dick. I sucked in a breath as she made contact, but persisted in giving her the massage. I returned my hands to her shoulders, and she responded with a deep sigh. I decided to take a chance, and I let my hands fall off of her neck and caress her sides. I let my fingertips graze the exposed sides of her breasts, and she drew in a quick breath. She leaned back, and made full contact with my cock, making me jump at the sensation. I continued to run my hands up and down her sides, loving the way that she arched her back with every pass by her breasts. I gave her a luxuriant wet kiss on her back, just below the neck, and she gave off a purr of contentment. She then leaned her head back even farther, over my right shoulder, and made eye contact. I hesitated for a minute, and then kissed her lightly and carefully. She looked at me for a minute, seemingly surprised, then slowly brought her mouth to mine for a kiss more passionate than any I have ever felt. She kissed me ever so slowly, almost hypnotically, sucking my tongue into her mouth lightly. As our tongues intertwined and wrestled between us, I hadn't even noticed that my hands had stopped moving at her stomach. She moved her hands from my knees, and gently moved my hands up to cup her breasts. I smiled inwardly as I began to knead and massage her soaking wet mounds, loving the feel of her hard nipples under my thumbs. She moaned into my mouth, turning me on even more, if that was possible. She reached up to behind her neck, breaking the kiss for a moment, and untied the small bow that held her bikini top on. As the pieces of white fabric fell away, I gazed at the most amazing pair of tits I had ever seen. Milky white and perfectly sized, she sighed as my hands found her newly bared flesh and our lips met again. We continued to kiss, for what seemed like forever. I let my hands fall off of her perfect tits and fall to her thighs. She sighed as I massaged the silky smooth skin of her inner thighs, and arched her back to push my hands closer to the only part of her body that remained clothed. I carefully rubbed the smooth, sweat soaked skin of her legs, allowing my fingers to reach higher each time. Her moans and sighs became more fervent the higher I went, and I could detect the scent of her juices in the small enclosure. I finally reached her apex, and lightly rubbed the sides of her vagina around the outside of her bikini bottom. She tensed up under my arms as I began to touch her very wet pussy through the fabric. She reached down to her sides and peeled off the rest of her bikini, laying her bare to my gaze. I could see that she shaved herself almost completely, and that her twat was swollen and wet. We continued to kiss, and I raised my left hand to her breast and kneaded it, bringing the nipple back to life. As we kissed with a renewed ferocity, I slipped my middle finger inside of her up to the knuckle. She moaned deeply and loudly, and broke the kiss to inhale in pleasure. I inserted a second finger and felt her squirm in tension. As I returned my lips to hers, she reached down and placed her hand on mine, trying desperately to push my fingers in farther. She began to moan almost constantly, and kissed me even more desperately the closer she got to climax. When I sensed she didn't have much longer, I rubbed her G-spot and slid my thumb across her clitoris simultaneously. She shrieked and arched her back sharply, pushing me even deeper inside of her. She almost immediately started bucking her hips up and down in the throes of a powerful orgasm, moaning loudly and gasping noiseless screams at the walls. She finally calmed down, and her frantic motions ceased. She opened her eyes for the first time in several minutes and gazed dreamily at my face, only a couple of inches away. She kissed me suddenly and hard, pulling me in closer by my neck. I started to wonder where this was going, when there was an abrupt knock on the door, accompanied by the sound of a guy bitching about the door being locked. She giggles, and said, "Should we take this somewhere else?" I wiggled my eyebrows in reply, and she went about putting her bathing suit back on. I tried to stash my hard-on as best I could, and wrapped my towel around my midsection. I followed her out, and much to my chagrin it's the same three idiots that were in the Jacuzzi earlier. Jessica walked proudly out the door with her nipples still straining against her top. I followed grinning like an idiot as I watched the three guy's mouths fall open in astonishment. We got to the exit door at the front of the gym, and she asked me a little nervously, "Your place or mine?" giggling a little bit at the cliché. I suddenly had a great idea. "Hey, how about dinner instead," I exclaimed. "Huh?" she asked, surprised. "Dinner at my favorite restaurant tonight, and afterwards we can have...dessert...at my apartment," I suggested with a challenging air. "Okay," she returned. "Good. I'll pick you up at seven-thirty," and almost as an afterthought, "dress nice." *** As I rolled into the driveway of her apartment, I recounted the last couple of hours. I had rushed back home and made a reservation for the restaurant tonight, took a long cold shower, and changed into my best suit, a cream-colored silk and wool blend three button. Topped off with a blue shirt and a darker blue tie, I thought I looked very dashing indeed as I stepped out of my burgundy Acura RSX. I knocked on the door, then turned around to look at the sunset. I heard the door open and was astounded by what greeted me. Jessica was wearing a black halter-top dress that had an amazing way of clinging to her curves all the way down. The neck was cut low, allowing for a fair amount of cleavage to show in the pale dusk. Her black stiletto heels were sexy as hell. "Is this okay?" she asked, giggling at the dumb look on my face. "Oh yeah, it's great," I said, breaking out of my trance. As I opened the car door for her and she slid past me, I quickly pinned her against the door frame of my car, and she gasped as I kissed her passionately. My cock sprang to life and pulsed against her as I pressed my body tight against hers. I felt her fingernails on my ass, and pulled away before things got too out of hand there in the street. She looked at me with lust filled eyes with an admonishing shake of the head. I just smiled and walked around to the driver's side. As I slid in and pulled my seat belt on, I had to quickly adjust my straining member. I couldn't believe how hard I was just sitting there. John Coltrane blared from the speakers as I started the car. As we navigated the streets of Raleigh, she finally asked me, "So where is it that we're going that I need to dress up for?" "It's a surprise," I replied, as I opened the sunroof. "Oh well, I expected nothing less," she replied with a smile as I shifted gears. She started to lightly stroke the top of my right leg, giving me goosebumps and exciting other things as well. Her hand moved to the inside of my thigh, and she gave me a wicked smile as she moved up to my raging hard-on. But, in disappointment and reluctance, I touched her hand softly and told her that we're almost there. "Oooohhh..." she cooed in mock disappointment. I contented myself to watching her hair swirl in the wind as I turn down the last block to the restaurant. I killed the stereo, and the wailing saxophone was cut off as I pulled up to the valet. "We're here," I told her, as her door was opened by a man in black tie. "This is where we're going?" she exclaimed in astonishment as she took the hand of the valet helping her out of the low-slung car. "Yep," I commented in silent triumph at her reaction. "Sullivan's is my favorite restaurant in town," I said as I tossed the keys to the valet. I took her arm and escorted her in the front door, smiling at the people waiting in line as we cut in front of them. The owner was there to greet me at the hostess stand. "Paul!" I exclaimed as I took his hand. "Mr. Hathaway, let me show you to your table," he said with a smile as he turned into the dining room. I savored the sights and sounds of a five-star restaurant, and I savored even more the way that every guy in the restaurant stopped what they were doing to stare at Jessica as she walked swiftly across the dimly-lit room. As he arrives at the table, he pulled her chair out for her. "Thank you," she purred as she slipped into the luxurious leather. "Would you like anything to drink from the bar, madam?" he asked. She shot me a look, probably due to the fact that we're both only twenty, one year underage. I raised my eyebrows suggestively. She hesitantly ordered a cosmopolitan, and I asked for a double Glenlivet on the rocks. "How can you do this?" she asked me in astonishment, once the waiter had left. "Well, you ever heard of Hathaway construction?" I replied. "Of course, their signs are all over town." "Well, my dad's Connor Hathaway. He did the renovation of this place a couple of years back, and he and the owner became good friends. I've kind of...inherited the benefits of their association, you might say," I quipped as I took a drink. I smirked at her across the small table, enjoying the look on her face. The waiter came up and we ordered. I don't even remember what we ate because I was staring at Jessica the whole time, except that we had a fantastic Pinot Noir. The next thing I remembered was that the entrees were cleared, and as we were ordering dessert, she gave me a nasty wink. "Is there anything else you want tonight," I asked. "Oh I think there's something I could get, but I don't think it's on the menu," she said to the waiter. "Oh madam, I'm sure we could arrange something with the chef," he replied, almost with an air of indignation. I suddenly felt a hand moving up my thigh. I desperately tried to look normal as she eyed me over the rim of her wineglass. "Oh, I don't know..." she mused thoughtfully. "I think I'll just have an Irish coffee," she said nonchalantly as her hand reached my dick and slowly brought it to life. I almost instantly had a raging hard-on brewing, and I ordered another Scotch with a slight stutter on the consonants. The waiter left, much to my relief, and Jessica started to rub my dick with a new ferocity, bringing me almost to the brink. I hold back and think of anything, anything that'll keep me from coming in my pants. The drink comes to mind. I hadn't even noticed it was there. I slugged the double down in one swallow, feeling the deep burn of the whiskey as it slid down my throat. I grabbed her hand in mid-stroke, and simultaneously waved the waiter over. She gave me a satisfied look as she sipped her drink, knowing that I was seconds away from exploding all over the inside of my suit. I hurriedly shoved my credit card into the waiter's hand, and then returned my attention to Jessica. She looked slightly impish as she delicately took a sip from her coffee, and then told me "I've got to use the bathroom." An idea started brewing when the waiter brought me my card and the check, and I signed it without even thinking twice about the absurd tip I gave the man. I gave him the ticket for the valet and hurried off to the bathroom myself, just barely concealing my extreme hard-on from the occupants of the restaurant. I prayed that the bathroom was a one occupancy affair before I burst in on Jessica as she's powdering her nose or something in the mirror. She smiled in surprise and opened her mouth to say something, but I locked the door and covered the distance to her before she could speak. I roughly kissed her, forcing my tongue into her mouth. She instantly embraced the idea and returned my kiss. I then roughly grabbed her ass and pushed her to the wall. She broke the kiss in astonishment to my roughness. I continued to kiss her like an insane man, and at the same time moved my left hand up to cup her large breast as it heaved under the tight confines of her dress. She moaned deeply into my mouth, and I moved my right hand down her side to grip her firm ass. She was really getting into it now, arching her back and breathing heavily as the tensions of the evening built up between us. She started scraping her fingernails across my broad back at my shoulder blades, moaning slightly into my mouth. I moved my hand to her front, and slowly moved my hand between her legs and under her dress. I could feel the wetness between her legs, and she moaned as I stroked her pussy lightly through her panties. I pushed the miniscule layer of lace aside and slipped my middle finger into her core as deep as I could push it. She broke the kiss and let out an unearthly deep groan as I slipped one finger, then two, deep inside of her. She tried to kiss me, but I deftly avoided her lips as I continue finger-fucking her. A Quick Afternoon Swim "John....oh god John..." she whispers, and I kissed her hard as I started working her clitoris hard with my thumb. She arched her back to an almost inhuman level and opened her mouth in a silent shriek. I could feel her cunt clasp around my fingers as she came hard, looking me drunkenly in the eyes as the powerful orgasm racked her body. After a minute or so, I kissed her once more, and pulled away from her, smiling wickedly. I calmly stepped aside to the mirror and straightened my tie, then said, "I'll get the car," as if nothing had happened. I walked calmly out of the small room, and enjoyed the looks of astonishment and hatred alike as I passed the short line of ladies waiting to get in. As I arrived outside, my car pulled up with a quick rev of the engine. "John," I hear shouted, and as I turn, the owner shows up to give me a bottle of champagne. "It's a 97' Bollinger," he said, pushing the ice cold bottle into my hand. I gave him a questioning look, and he answered it with, "It's on the house. From my own private collection...I just thought it might come in handy," he said with a wink. I smiled broadly and shook his hand, and at the same time noticed Jessica parting the crowd at the door as she exits, looking remarkably composed. I thanked Paul again and slipped into the driver's seat. The valet helped Jessica into her seat and I rolled down the sunroof as I peeled away from the restaurant. I handed her the bottle of champagne and asked her to open it, as I switch CD's. The opening lick to Eric Clapton's "Cocaine" came out of the speakers as the cork popped. It flew out of the open roof, and I laughed, saying "I'm impressed." What Jessica did next absolutely astounded me. She took a drink of the champagne, and then let it drizzle out of her mouth down her neck and onto her fantastic heaving breasts. Her delicious mounds glistened with the moisture, and I had a hard time keeping my eyes on the road. My dick was once again out of control as I stole glances at Jessica as she began to rub her shining mounds. I finally noticed that the engine was revving too high and I distractedly shifted while keeping one eye on the show going on in my passenger seat. Jessica took one more swig of the champagne and then leaned over to my side of the car. She popped the catch on my seat belt and began to rub my dick through my pants just as "Wonderful Tonight" came through the speakers. "Ooooohhh..." she sighed, "it's so big and hard..." she said as she unzipped my pants. I started to breathe heavily as my erection broke free from the binds of my pants, as it was now back in full force. I hadn't gotten off yet today, and all the tension was building up in me like a volcano. "I wanna taste it," Jessica said, startling me back to reality. My cock was now completely free of my pants, and waving free in the cool night air. I remember hearing Clapton sing "It's late in the evening..." as Jessica lowered her mouth onto my throbbing dick. I tried desperately to keep my mind on the road, but it was almost too much. Her mouth was like a little hot wet furnace. She couldn't take my entire eight inches, but I didn't care. Her tongue was swirling all over the head, bringing it to new heights, as her hand jacked off the base of my cock. I couldn't believe how fast my climax was building, and I started to speed feverishly to get to my apartment. As I tried not to get in a wreck, she went farther and farther down the length of my dick, making my eyes roll back in my head. She shifted her hand to my balls and started to lightly scratch at them, giving me an incredible tingling sensation. I took a turn too fast and the centrifugal force pushed Jessica out of my crotch and back to her side of the car. As I apologized profusely, she just laughed at me. She picked up the champagne again and poured some more down her neck and chest, simultaneously reaching up behind her neck to untie the bow holding up the front of her dress. I don't know how I didn't notice it before, but as her dress fell away from her breasts, I saw that she wasn't wearing a bra. For the second time that day, I was treated to the sight of her fantastic tits. I reached over to her and tweaked her left nipple, feeling it come alive between my fingers. She put her head back against the headrest and moaned deeply as I turned into the parking lot of my place. "C'mon..." I said, stuffing my hard-on back into my pants and pulling the parking brake handle. I snatched the champagne and bounded out of the car, then helped Jessica out of the low seat. I nearly sprinted to the door, and got in such a hurry that I dropped my keys. When we finally got inside, I stripped off my tie in a heartbeat, throwing it on the kitchen counter. I grabbed Jessica by the hand and pulled her to my bedroom as she laughed at me. I slammed the door and dead-bolted it, then turned to eye my prize. We met in the middle of the room in a passionate kiss, with all the tensions of the night exploding between us in a raging heat. She took control quickly, pushing me by the chest against the wall. She broke the kiss to strip my suit jacket off, then started unbuttoning my shirt slowly, looking me in the eyes lustfully the whole time. I reached up to cup her breasts as she undid the last button on my shirt. She groaned deeply, and I felt the slipperiness of the champagne on her full chest. As I bent my head to suck on her hard nipples, she hastily undid my belt, pulling it out of my pants with a surprisingly loud snap. She let my pants fall to my ankles, and my still raging dick was now standing at perfect attention in front of her gleaming eyes. She got down on her knees and squeezed the shaft, laughing at the way I stiffened. I swear I had never been so hard in my life. My straining member was pulsing up and down and engorged with blood. I groaned as she flicked her tongue over the head, toying with me. I was about to go insane with tension, and all of a sudden she lowered her mouth onto my dick with a new ferocity that wasn't present in the car. I started to breathe heavily as she expertly worked my cock with her mouth. I couldn't believe how close I was already. Jessica could tell I was close to climax, and she looked up at me happily as she increased her actions on my dick, bobbing her head up and down in a frenzy while her tongue licked all up and down the sides. I started grunting and moaning and said "I'm gonna come soon." She pulled her mouth off of me with a pop, saying "Good, I've been wanting to see this," as she stroked my length. She then really kicked it into high gear, licking on my dick like it was a popsicle. I felt my balls tighten and I knew I couldn't hold back anymore. With a short scream I exploded into her mouth, shooting what felt like endless ribbons of come down her throat. When my vision returned, I looked down at Jessica struggling with the load I had shot into her mouth. She was licking her lips and wiping at her exposed tits with her fingers, trying to get it all. This was incredibly hot to me, and I pulled my shirt off the rest of the way as I waited for her to finish cleaning herself up. I grabbed her under the arms and pulled her up to me, kissing her deeply as she rose. She immediately started grinding into me again, and I started to think that maybe I'd got an addict on my hands. I pushed her roughly over to my bed, and fell on top of her, simultaneously reaching down and pulling my shoes off, shedding my remaining clothes. I broke the kiss and slowly pulled off her shoes, looking her in the eyes the whole time. She still had that same lustful, glazed look in her eyes, gazing at me in the half-light. I then slowly kissed the arch of each of her feet, reveling in the way it made her squirm. I shifted and kissed her again, then found myself flipped on my back as she rolled over. I loved the way she writhed and gyrated on top of me as we kissed furiously. She broke the kiss and sat up, somehow pulling her dress off. I then got to see the panties that I only felt earlier. Tiny black lace thong, I think. I don't really remember too clearly. She fell on top of me again, and I rolled her over again onto her back. The feeling of her skin against mine was electric, and I couldn't get over the satin smooth feel of her under my chest. I pulled away from the kiss and focused my lips on her full breasts, lavishing them with plenty of attention. She groaned and arched her back every time I ran my tongue over her nipples. I could smell her scent as I worked my way downwards to her thighs. I carefully and lightly licked her pussy through the thin layer of fabric, loving the way she twisted in tension. "Would you just do it already," she asked, more commanded me. I obediently pulled at the sides of her panties, waiting for her to lift her butt up so I could slide them off. I finally got to see her gorgeous pussy for the second time that day. She was very wet, and her lips parted slightly as she spread her legs to give me access. Before I bent in to dine, as an afterthought I grabbed the bottle of champagne from where it still rested on the floor. I took another swallow of the excellent champagne and then drizzled it over her abdomen slowly, right on top of her belly button. She giggled at the coolness of the bubbly, and then sighed as I began to lick it off of her immaculate skin. I started at her stomach and worked my way down, pausing to look at the way the liquid drizzled across her spreading cunt. I attacked the entrance to her core with a vengeance, licking as hard as I could. Jessica instantly reacted to my efforts, arching her back and moaning deeply as I thrust my tongue deep inside of her. I drizzled champagne onto her body, just over the top of her mound. As the carbonation hit her pussy, she shrieked and writhed on the bed. I continued licking her cunt feverishly, and reflected that the booze and her juices made a refreshing cocktail. I told her so, and she laughed uproariously, but only until I put my tongue back in her sopping gash again. I gave her clit the slightest flick of my tongue, and she almost exploded. It was like flipping a switch or something. Jessica started whispering, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." over and over again. By this point I was more than ready again, and I pulled another draw from the bottle as I moved up to meet her kiss, mingling the champagne between our tongues. I moved up to nestle between her legs, and she spurred me inside of her with her heels. This girl wasn't going to wait, I thought as I entered her with one long stroke. She gasped harshly and arched her back to meet me in a deep probing kiss. I couldn't believe how good she felt. Incredibly tight and hot, she gripped my cock like a vise. She was close to coming when we started, but now she was on the edge of the cliff, so to speak. She reached down and started rubbing her clit furiously, working her fingers into a blur. On her third stroke she skrieked, "I'm come...cooommming!" Her pussy contracted around my dick in spasms as she struggled to keep her breath. I kept thrusting in and out of her rhythmically as she came powerfully, a smile on my face the whole time. As her orgasm subsided, I poured whatever was left in the bottle over her gleaming chest, now shining from the sweat of the hot night. I licked it off as fast as I could, and watched the way that my tongue on her nipples made her thrash about as I pounded my hard cock in and out of her. I couldn't help but miss some of the champagne, and we both moaned in unison as the still frigid liquid reached our joined crotches. She reached up to kiss me again, and as I dueled with her tongue, I could tell I was almost to the point of no return. "I'm gonna come..." I muttered under my breath. She pulled my head to her shoulder and nibbled on my ear, whispering, "come for me baby...come deep inside of me John." She then wrapped her heels around my ass and spurred me on as I fucked her deeply. I kept pushing in and out of her, but my motions became more and more erratic and forced as my orgasm built. I arched my back violently and shouted as my balls contracted and shot my seed deep in her pussy. She looked in my eyes the whole time, smiling slyly as I spent the sum of the evening's titillations inside of her. The orgasm before was nothing next to this one, and I felt like I shot forever. As I finished, I collapsed on top of her and tried to catch my breath. I rolled off of her lithe body and pulled her close to me, luxuriating in the feel of her skin against mine. I was listening to her breathe when she broke the silence, saying "You know, the first time I saw you, I knew that something was going to happen between us." "How do you mean?" I asked. "I dunno, just a feeling," she said, and snuggled her back tightly up against my chest. I pulled her in even closer with my arm, as I used my other hand to fling the single sheet over us. *** I woke up in the morning to find the bed empty, but with her side still warm. I looked at the watch that was still on my wrist, and noticed with surprise that it was already after eleven. I looked to the nightstand and found a still cold Bloody Mary there. I guess she found the mix, I thought as I gulped it down. It made my headache feel a little better, and at that point I wondered how Jessica had gotten home from my place. Oh well, I thought to myself, I guess she walked. I pulled on a pair of pajama pants and stepped out of my room, registering the fact that the shower was running. My roommate, I thought as I stepped into the bathroom, looking at myself in the mirror. The fact that my roommate had gone home for the weekend didn't occur to me until I shucked my pants to take a long piss. "Hello?" I called softly, to whoever was behind the curtain. I heard a soft giggle in reply, and knew that it could belong to only one person. I pulled aside the shower curtain to find Jessica standing there, looking just as delicious as she had last night. The flow of the water had her looking extremely sexy in her nakedness. "Care to join me?" she asked with a suggestive lilt in her voice. This was going to be one hell of a Sunday, I thought as I stepped into the shower and pulled the curtain back.