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Everyday

By: readcarefully



Kara owned me since day one. Our very first training session at the old Tony's Gym on Peachtree involved a list of demands and ultimatums that never ended. Shaka, the manager, asked me to work with Kara because he knew that no one else on the staff would give her the time of day. Most of the 33 Tony's Gyms were known for having a family atmosphere, but the old gym on Peachtree was a hardcore training spot for serious athletes. 

"No staring at my ass when I'm working out," is how she introduced herself. That request had been ignored by her last 2 trainers within their first hours, so I made sure to focus elsewhere. I chose to stare at her eyes. Beautiful brown eyes. "My goal is to have a perfect ass for me. Not you. Got it?"

I nodded and smiled. "Anything you'd like to work on in particular?" I asked as she headed past the train of treadmills to the free weights. Her pace was rigid but her flow was graceful. She must have run track because her posture was perfect. Each step had intent, precision and beauty. And I caught a quick glance at her ass. She was wrapped from head-to-toe in hi-tech performance fabric, but her frame was clearly that of a Marvel drawn heroine. My glance was brief. 

Not a stare. 

"I like being tone," Kara explained. "I'm going to run through my Wednesday Glutes workout and I'll let you clean up after me. I start with squats."

Before I could acknowledge her she hoisted 85 lbs atop her 5 foot 8 inch frame and proceeded the first minute of her 45 minute workout. Her form on each squat was flawless as I watched her perspiration build beneath the bandana that caged her thick black curls. I wanted to ask if she wanted more weight as she bounded from set to set but her wireless headphones were the only audio she needed. 

I figured I'd do my best to stay out of her way, spot her on the larger weights she was tossing around like toddlers and wipe down the sweat her body began to drench the equipment with. The way she flew from bench to bench with barely a pause I figured she had been a professional athlete of some sort. Her movements were precise and calculated like a trainer, but fluid and soulful like an artist. Clearly a princess and a diva, she expected my every second as she moved from station to station. She couldn't have been a day over to 26 but Kara had the intensity of the gym's veteran athletes that were trying to keep up with the rookies. I'd trained her type before but she was extra. 

Keeping up with her workout was a workout in itself. "Towel, please," she barked as she pushed through her fifth set of lunges. I simply wiped her forehead and neck while she stepped through the last three minutes of her regime. 

As she dropped to the mat to cool off and stretch she released me from my servitude with a hardy handshake and a modest, "Good job." I nodded in kind and returned to the front desk to await my next appointment. 

"Thanks for taking her on," Shaka smilingly acknowledged as I checked my phone for messages. "Glad you were here today because everyone else was done with Special K."

I smiled as I imagined every trainer rolling their eyes while this acutely maintained athlete tuned her body with a workout designed for Olympians. I was more than happy to take her orders. I was simply hoping I'd done a good job. 

"Tomorrow at 4," Kara bluntly informed me as she headed toward the locker room, intimidating every man and woman in her path. 

"Tomorrow at 4," I replied without lifting my head because I would not have been able to control my eyes. She would have felt my stare and there would have been no 'tomorrow at 4' for us. 

So our unspoken agreement was 'tomorrow at 4' for seven days a week. I was technically only training 4 days per week at the gym, but I always matched her goodbye word-for-word. 

'Tomorrow at 4.'

While her workouts were rigorous, Kara never showed any sign of slowing. She could have gone another 30 minutes each day if she wanted to push herself. Her Tuesday & Saturday core workouts were NFL worthy, but she cruised through them effortlessly. If she hadn't been sweating you wouldn't know that she was in the middle of a workout. I was honored to be a part of her training. 

Kara's yoga Sunday was just as intense but incredibly calming. I found myself having trouble with her 'no staring' policy on her first workout because there was less work for me. So before he second Sunday I lied and told her that I usually did yoga on Sunday, too.

"Grab a mat and please don't distract me," she offered. "If you can't keep up at least keep quiet."

I had enough of a yoga background to more than keep up. I found myself in poses that were challenging but not impossible. My goal was not to become a distraction so I simply echoed her routine. I had an ounce of hope that she would acknowledge my ability to work at her pace, but after 45 minutes in the yoga room she simply responded with 'tomorrow at 4'. 

I smiled to myself and for the tenth day in a row I returned the salutation, 'Tomorrow at 4."

On the twenty-third day I contemplated a different goodbye but I chickened out. On the sixty-fourth day I debated saying anything. On the eighty-ninth day I wanted to say it first. 

But none of those things happened. 

I simply enjoyed having her guide me with very little effort. I thought about those 45 minutes for the next 23 hours and hoped it would never end. All I could do was let it be. 

So I let it. 

Until the one hundred and twelfth day when Mrs. Danville spilled her energy smoothie over the counter and onto my lap at 3:50. 

I wish I could have panicked more than the other trainers but I didn't. For understandably human reasons, they all ran to my aid to get me cleaned up for 4:00. Mrs. Danville didn't have time to apologize because Shaka and Leandra had me swept off to the locker room like I was a gunshot victim headed to ER. 

At that point I realized that they had watched my 4:00 for the last few months and didn't want the streak to end. My workouts with Kara were either like a romantic television show or an impending car crash. The gym was watching and I hadn't even noticed.  

"You've got 8 minutes, playboy," Shaka warned as he and Leandra pulled the stained shirt over my head and shoved me toward the showers. 

Without thinking I disrobed, rinsed off and grabbed my swim trunks that I would need for my 6:00 aquatic workout. I threw on a clean Tony's Gym polo and laced my shoes by 3:58. I was at the front desk just in time for Kara to pass by as we headed toward the benches - chest & triceps today. I wanted to give Shaka and Leandra a 'thank you' nod but Kara had eyes in the back of her head. Fortunately for me her headphones covered the clapping sound made by the obnoxious high-five I heard as we disappeared into the equipment. 

But halfway through the workout, Kara was not her usual self. Normally a calculator when it came to loading the bar, she was grabbing the wrong size weights before each bench. She was miscounting her tricep curls and losing balance on her push-ups. I wanted desperately to ask her if she was okay, but we had never had so much as a conversation. She was falling apart but wouldn't acknowledge it. So I simply played along even though the workout ended at 4:38. 

As she started her warm down stretching I walked back to the desk to find Shaka & Leandra with stunned faces. Like there was a car crash. 

As I reached for my phone behind the desk I began to ask them if they'd spotted a ghost when Kara began to walk by me. I readied for our usual 'tomorrow at 4' only to be met by a beautiful but apologetic smile as she headed toward the front entrance. 

As I started to panic, Shaka painfully questioned aloud, "Swim trunks?"

Puzzled I looked toward Leandra for an explanation to be met by a second pair of eyes caught in a trance. "Underwear?" Leandra squeaked as she quizzically squashed her face. 

Oh My God!!

I'd spent the last 40 minutes hovering above Kara while my dick swung without restraint. 

Shit!!

I looked up at Shaka and Leandra and realized they had watched the entire episode unfold and didn't know what to do. 

Fuck!!

So I ran toward the entrance and hoped I could see Kara's car before it drove off. The cool evening had already gotten dark but I perhaps I could track her plates down like some television cop. 

But she was gone. No escape in sight. 

So I drop to the curb and cursed to myself. For five minutes I sat there wishing I should have said something over the past few months. I wished I hadn't been such a chicken. I had been so engrossed by the mystery of the situation and the command of her personality that I enjoyed it too much to realize it could end. 

I was crushed. I was in the car crash that Shaka and Leandra witnessed. 

Until I noticed the luxury sedan toward the back of the parking lot. It was a cool fall evening but the windows were fogging up like it was the dead of winter. 

I gathered myself and walked toward the matte black vehicle until I could hear a soft moan. That moan sounded like a more relaxed version of my Sunday yoga partner so I walked closer until I heard the doors unlock. 

I opened the passenger door and quickly sat down so as not to let out the heat that was building up within the cockpit. As my eyes began to focus I realized that Kara was naked from the waist down and rubbing herself violently. 

This was far from yoga. 

As I tried not to stare as I saw her right hand reaching to hold mine. With the strength she'd displayed in the gym Kara was grinding her clit and squeezing my hand. I could see that her left leg had an elaborate tattoo that stretched from her ankle to her upper thigh. But the true artwork was the scar on her knees revealing at least three surgeries that undoubtedly stopped whatever athletic career she had trained all her life to do. 

I was unquestionably aroused and intrigued. But my months of training had me focus my eyes on her beautiful brown eyes. 

She noticed immediately. She came feverishly. 

The parking lot heard everything. 

My heart began to settle as I tried to hold onto her hand. 

"How long have you known?" Kara asked with shame and disappointment. 

"Known what?" I responded in confusion. 

"You knew I was out here practically fucking myself," she barked. "That's why you put your fucking dick in my face!"

"Not in a million years," I pleaded. "I had no idea that you were, um, out here."

She sat as quiet as a church mouse staring at my eyes. Her tights were still around her ankles as her moistened pussy gleamed in the dark interior. 

"My swim trunks were an honest mistake," I begged. " I didn't want to be late for our 4:00 and they were all I had."

I reached for her hand again and she wrapped her fingers into mine. 

"So you didn't know I was out here?" Kara wondered. 

"No more than you knew I was at home doing the same thing," I replied. "Your calves are typically against my ears and your pussy attempting rub the shit out of my face."

She swallows as a tear runs down her cheek. 

"Can I treat you in my bed like I treat you in the gym?" she asked politely. 

"Why do you think I've been training with you for one hundred and twelve days?" I sarcastically answered. 

"You say that," Kara starts, "but I'm not 100% comfortable with how I treat people so how am I supposed to believe you will be. I don't even know your fucking name!"

I hadn't actually thought about it. But then I looked up at the front of the gym and realized instantly why I needed Kara. 

"I am supposed to tell people what to do for a living," I laughed. "That's not really me. Oddly, with you, I'm really me."

Our eyes never released. There was silence but it was far from awkward. 

"So if I told you that tomorrow's workout will be at my house at 4:00 and it will consist of you licking my clit. Me sucking your poorly contained dick. Me riding you face. You fucking me slow from behind. Me riding you backwards until 9:45. Would you be able to get off . . . from work?" Kara questioned with authority. 

I let go of her hand and grabbed her phone from the middle panel. I texted myself from her phone 'Tomorrow at 4:00. Kara's gym.' Then I opened my car door and headed back toward the gym.

As I slowly walked away I heard her car window lower. 

"Thank you," Kara responded. 

I stood patiently knowing there was more. 

"Tomorrow at 4:00," Kara continued. "Tony."

Everyday Collegiate



[This story begins with the main character, Brody, being roused awake by his alarm clock in his dorm.]



"God Damnit," I grumbled as my alarm clock blared next to my head.

I reached over and slapped my hand down on it, shutting it off. I rolled onto my back and stretched. "Another day in paradise," I grumbled to myself. 

I swung my legs over the side of my bed and sat up. I glanced over to my right and noticed my roommate wasn't there. 'Good,' I thought to myself with a small grin. My roommate and I had been having some major problems, and weren't even on speaking terms at the moment. We came up to college as best friends and it had all fallen apart. He had basically told me what he really thinks of me, and I'd heard things from other people that he talks bad about me quite frequently. I wasn't too concerned about it, though. Two-faced people like that didn't deserve my friendship anyways. I hopped off of my bed and ambled over to the bathroom. I walked in and closed the door behind me. I looked in the mirror and let out a small chuckle as I saw what my hair looked like. Every morning I woke up to find one side of my hair pressed upwards, as I always slept on that side. I started the shower and walked back out into the dorm. I grabbed some jeans, briefs, and socks and carried them back into the bathroom. I deposited them in the corner on the floor, since there wasn't a whole lot of counter space—or any at all for that matter, and began to strip. I pulled the hoodie over my head and looked at myself in the mirror again. 'Gym's been paying off,' I thought to myself, admiring my lean, muscular body. I was about 5'11, 150 pounds. I didn't have any body fat on me, as I did a lot of running in addition to the gym. My sandy blonde hair was a little longer on the top than on the sides, and it stood up a little in the front. I used to be a pretty scrawny kid, but since I'd gotten to college where I'd had access to a gym, I'd been much more inclined to improve my physical appearance. Smiling to myself, I stripped the rest of the way and jumped in the shower.

After my shower, I dressed from the waist down and walked out into the dorm again. I noticed my roommate's bike in the hallway, indicating that he was back from wherever. "Fuck," I muttered under my breath. 

I walked around the door into the dorm and saw him on his computer. I grabbed a plain white T-Shirt and threw it on. I walked over to my bed and picked up my phone and unplugged it from the charger. I saw a text from a girl I'd hooked up with a couple of nights ago, Stacy. The text read: Hey, Brody! Just wanted to know when I get to see a little more of that hott body you've got!

I smiled to myself. Girls were so easy to figure out. If you had any sort of muscle structure on your body, you can get just about any girl you would want. I sent a text back that read: How about tonight? Wear something sexy. 

I laughed to myself as I pulled my shoes on. I grabbed my backpack and walked out the door. As I walked out to the courtyard between the three dorm buildings I saw the bus pulling away. Marveling at my luck, I began the half mile walk in to campus, rather than a five minute, air conditioned trip. As I rounded the corner out of the dorms, I spotted my friend Tim a little ways ahead of me. I yelled at him, causing him to turn around. He grinned around a cigarette and stuck his fist out to bump. I bumped it with one hand and fanned in front of my nose with the other in a disgusted manner. "Put that shit out, man, you know I can't stand smoking," I said jokingly, but with every intention of him putting it out.

"Oh yeah, my bad," he said, throwing the cigarette into the woods. 

Tim wasn't the smartest kid in the world, and he sort of acted the role of my sidekick and wingman whenever I needed one. We were tight though, ever since we'd met about 5 months ago, on the day we moved into the dorms. He lived about two doors down from me. We walked along the sidewalk towards campus in silence. I was still half asleep despite my shower, and was sort of walking around in a daze. I looked up and saw a girl walking the opposite direction of us from campus. I'd never seen this girl before, and she was really cute. Probably the cutest girl I'd seen at the school yet. As she walked by, I gave her the lopsided grin that melted girls where they stood. She gave a half smile back, but didn't seem to be interested at all. I glanced back over my shoulder at her as she walked by. She wore some tight white jeans that really made her firm butt look great. 

Me and Tim got to campus and went our separate ways towards each of our classes. I walked with my head in the clouds, thinking about that butt in those white jeans. Who was this girl? Why had I never seen her around campus before? I took my seat in class and tried to banish her from my mind. 

The rest of the day went by fairly normally. I'd gotten another text from Stacy that read: Come to my room around nine o'clock. You won't be disappointed. The text made my cock stir slightly, and really made me look forward to tonight. When it came around to about eight thirty, I jumped in the shower again, and dressed in some dark jeans and a tight black long sleeved shirt. I pulled my white and red sneakers on and left my dorm. My roommate didn't even look up as I left. Stacy lived on the third floor of my dorm. I jogged up the stairs and found her room. I knocked on the door and leaned against the door frame. I heard footsteps on the other side of the door. It swung open to reveal Stacy, standing with one hand on her hip. My jaw wanted to drop, but I wanted to maintain my calm and collected image, so I did nothing but give a small smile at the sight. She was wearing open-toed, five inch black high heels, making her come up to a height of about 5'5. She had on black fishnets that disappeared under her black and red mini skirt. The skirt was very short, only coming down enough to hide the bottom of her ass-cheeks. Her stomach wasn't covered by her tight, black and red strapless halter top that pushed her 32 C breasts up, making them look fantastic. The top matched her mini-skirt. Her medium-length blonde hair was tied up in a bun. Her lips were pursed in a sexy smile. "What do you think?" she asked seductively. 

"You'll do," I said with a wink, crossing the threshold of her door and closing it behind me. 

As soon as the door closed, I walked at her, pushing her against the wall and pressing my mouth against hers. I felt her arms wrap around my neck, her hand running through my hair. She lifted her left leg and wrapped it around me as my hands ran up and down her exposed midriff. This went on for a few minutes, and I broke the uncomfortable standing position by picking her up by the ass. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I carried her to her bed. I laid her down and she pulled me down on top of her. I rested myself on my elbows and continued to kiss her, sliding my tongue deep into her mouth. She sucked on it eagerly, and I thought to myself that it wasn't going to be the only thing she was sucking tonight. I suppressed a chuckle as I began to gyrate my hips in a small circle, causing her to moan softly. "Hang on a second," she said, stopping abruptly and wiggling out from under me. 

She grabbed a scrunchie from her bedside table and went to the door. She opened it, wrapped the scrunchie around the door handle, then closed and locked it. She turned back to face the bed, her high heels clicking as she seductively stalked back towards the bed. "Isn't that a little cliché?" I laughed.

"Who cares?" She asked. "It'll stop my roommate from interrupting us."

And with that she crawled on top of me, worming her way up and sliding her tongue back in my mouth. I ran my hands over her back down to her ass. Her ass was nice. It wasn't firm, but it was jiggly in the pleasing sort of way. I playfully slapped one cheek and felt it jiggle slightly. I felt her smile as we kissed as her hands ran under my shirt, brushing over my abs. This seemed to turn her on, as she tugged my shirt over my head and plunged her tongue right back into my mouth, kissing with reckless abandon. I began gyrating my hips in a circle again, grinding my now-erect penis against her crotch. I felt her breathe heavily into my mouth at the feeling. 

I tugged her halter top over her head, revealing a red lace bra that pushed her boobs up, making them look fantastic. I slid my hands up her stomach to her boobs and squeezed them hard. I felt her groan in a mix of pain and pleasure as I played with her nipples through the fabric. Her hands continued to explore my chest and abs. I had been a pretty consistent gym-visitor over the last couple of months, so my muscles were defined and pleasing to the eye as well as to the touch. She seemed to be taking in the latter of the two, as one of her hands moved to my left arm which was now lying lazily above my head. My other hand continued to massage her boob through her bra. She pushed up off me, straddling my crotch and reached behind her to unclasp her bra. She let the straps fall loosely over her shoulders, but didn't let the bra fall right away. She smiled coyly, and pushed her bra against her boobs to keep the bra up. "Little cock-tease," I said half-seriously, reaching up and yanking the bra off of her.

I buried my face in between her boobs, kissing the soft flesh between them. She put her hands on either side of her boobs and pushed them together around my face. I pulled away and rolled on top of her. I felt her hands fumbling with the button of my jeans. She finally got in undone and began to pull them down. I lifted myself off of her in an effort to make it easier. When it became apparent that she wasn't going to be able to do it herself, I rolled out of the bed and pulled them off, along with my socks. As I did this, she undid the clasps on her heels and pulled them off. I spun her around so that she was sitting with her legs hanging off the bed, me in between them. I pulled her against me, relishing the feeling of her boobs pressing up against my stomach. I bent my head down and slid my tongue back into her mouth. I felt her hand start to explore the waistline of my briefs, making its way down to the bulge in my crotch. Her hand rubbed up and down my shaft, her pace quickening as she got more and more turned on. I untangled my tongue from hers. "How about you put that mouth to better use," I said with my lopsided grin.

Without saying a word, she peeled down my briefs, freeing my cock from its cloth prison. My cock was pretty average in size. It was about seven inches long, and decently thick. Not porn star quality, but it got the job done. Stacy seemed to like it though, giving a small gasp followed by a smile at the sight of it.

She took it in her hand and angled it at her face. She stuck out her tongue and licked a trickle of pre-cum off of the head. She looked up at me and I nodded at her encouragingly. She looked back down at it and slid the head into her mouth. The feeling of her warm, moist mouth was marvelous. She slid it further and further in until she gagged. She tried again to slide it back into her throat, but gagged again. Realizing that no deep-throating was going to happen, I took the initiative. I took a handful of hair on both sides of her hand and began slowly thrusting in and out of her mouth. She reached around behind me, wrapping her arms around my thighs as I fucked her face. This went on for several more minutes until I felt my orgasm building. Not wanting to cum yet, I pulled out of her mouth. A string of saliva connected the head of my cock to her mouth. She quickly stuck out her tongue and licked it off the head.

I pulled her to her feet and unzipped her mini-skirt. Her arms wrapped around my waist as I pushed it down to where it would fall freely to her feet. She stepped out of it and rose up on her toes, sliding her tongue into my mouth. I reached down to my briefs and pulled them down, stepping out of them as I kissed her deeply. She grasped my cock in her hand and began stroking it underhandedly. I pulled her panties down over her hips and down to her knees. She released my cock and pulled them down the rest of the way. 

She stood there, looking at me hungrily, wearing nothing but her fishnets. I grabbed her by the arm and spun her around. I gently pushed on the small of her back, bending her over the bed. I crouched down behind her, taking in her magnificent ass. I jiggled the cheeks with my hands, a small smile spread across my face. I pulled her legs wider apart so I could see her vagina. It was sopping wet, with juices making her crotch slippery to the touch. I ran my fingers up the length of her moist slit, feeling her shudder at the pleasure. I sunk my middle finger into her hole, followed by my ring finger. She moaned softly, gyrating her hips against my hand. 

I removed my fingers and stood up. I sled my cock in between her legs so that it nestled nicely in her slit. "You're on the pill, right?" I asked, really hoping she said yes.

"Yes," she breathed heavily, "Now put that thing inside me."

Not needing to be asked twice, I pulled my cock out from between her legs and aimed it at her hole. In one swift motion I pushed it past her lips and into her sopping wet vagina. She moaned loudly as I pushed all the way into her. She leaned back into me and began grinding her ass against my crotch. I reached around and grabbed her boobs. I started to slowly thrust in and out. I bent my head down to her neck. I put my lips on her skin and sucked some of her smooth flesh into my mouth. My thrusting quickened and became more intense. She moaned louder as I began to fuck her harder. My thrusts became quicker and shorter, me only pulling halfway out before slamming it back into her. Her moans reverberated off the walls. I made a shooshing noise, seeing as we were in a dorm with just a few feet of cement separating us from her neighbors. She tried to stifle her moans, but they were still loud enough to be heard next door. 

Thinking it would be better to finish this quickly, I increased my pace even more. I felt my balls tighten and the head of my cock begin to tingle. Knowing my orgasm was coming, I continued to pound her. "Oh, Brody, Brody, Oh God, I'm cumming!" she said hoarsely, trying not to be too loud. 

I felt the muscles of her vagina clamp around my cock. It slowed my pace, but the newfound tightness pushed me over the edge. I pushed deep into her and show wad after wad of thick semen inside of her. Both of our bodies shuddered together as our orgasms ripped through us. My legs became weak and I stumbled backwards, slipping out of her. She collapsed forward onto the bed, my cum leaking out of her well-fucked vagina. She stood, turned around, and sat on the bed, her legs propped up. She reached a hand down to her vagina and found my semen seeping out. She got as much as she could on her fingers and plunged them into her mouth, licking them dry with reckless abandon. 

I glanced over at the clock next to her bed. It read 10:13. Using my early class the next morning as an excuse, I began searching for my briefs. "You're leaving already?" She asked, looking pouty. "You don't want to lay here with me for a while?"

"I think you have the wrong idea about what this was," I said, no remorse in my tone at all.

"I know this was a hookup," she said, "but I just let you fuck me, the least you could do is cuddle with me for a little bit."

"You let me fuck you?" I asked, laughing. "Say no next time then. And besides, I don't cuddle."

I pulled my shirt over my head and grabbed my dorm key. She looked a little downtrodden, but I wasn't concerned. I bent down and kissed her goodbye, then turned and walked out of her door. As the door was closing I took the scrunchie off the door and shot it inside at her like a rubber band. 'College life is good,' I thought to myself as I let myself into my dorm.

My roommate was already asleep, so I tried halfheartedly to be quiet. I really did have an early class the next morning, however, so I undressed down to my briefs and crawled into my bed, my orgasm with Stacy pushing me towards sleep. The last thought that crossed my mind before I fell asleep was the girl in the white jeans.



Everyday Collegiate Ch. 02



[In the first installment, Brody hooked up with Stacy, a girl who lived in the same dorm building as him. He still did not know the identity of the girl in the white jeans he had seen earlier that day.]



Another week went by before I caught a glimpse of the girl in the white jeans again. I made a habit of walking the same way at roughly the same time as that first day, hoping to see her again. Each day I was faced with the same disappointment, as I did not see her hips swaying as she walked towards me. The next time I saw her, I was walking into campus in the afternoon. I was on my way to the cafeteria to get dinner when I spotted Tim sitting on a bench. He was bent over a textbook, a look of stern concentration on his face. As I got closer, I realized he was sitting next to someone. It was the girl in the white jeans. She was wearing some tight khaki shorts, a green T-Shirt, and some flip-flops. She was leaning over the book in Tim's lap as well. They appeared to be studying together, and I walked up and gave Tim a playful slap in the back of the head. "What's up, brother?" I said with a grin on my face. 

"Hey, Brody," he said, looking up from his book.

I looked over at the girl next to him. She was as gorgeous as I remembered. Her tanned, olive skin looked flawless in the light cast by the sun setting. Her shoulder length brown hair was tied into a loose bun on the back of her head. "Hi, I'm Brody," I said confidently, extending my hand for her to shake.

"Aubrey," she said without smiling, taking my hand and shaking it lightly before letting go. 

"I was just about to hit the caf' for dinner, if you two want to tag along," I said, jerking a thumb over my shoulder in the direction of the cafeteria.

Tim nodded his head enthusiastically. "Yeah, I'm starving!" he exclaimed slamming his book shut. 

He winced slightly as he closed it on his own thumb, but covered it up well enough as he slid it into his bag. "What about you?" I asked Aubrey, feeling myself really hoping she would agree to join us.

"As enticing as that terrible cafeteria food sounds," she said sarcastically, "I'm just going to make myself dinner at my apartment."

I gave her a disappointed smirk. She bent down to pick up her bag and I couldn't help admiring her slim, tanned legs. She wasn't very tall, only standing about 5'1, but her slender figure gave her a modelesque demeanor. She swung her bag over her shoulder and stood to look at us. She blew a strand of hair out of her face. "Your loss, baby," I said with a grin, running my hands through my hair in a way that showed off my biceps. 

"Don't call me that," she said, giving me a semi-annoyed look. She gave us a small wave and turned around to leave.

I shrugged my shoulders and turned towards the cafeteria. Tim scooped up his bag and followed me. As soon as he caught up with me I turned to him. "Tim, you've got to set me up with that girl," I said bluntly, not caring that I sounded desperate as we continued walking towards the cafeteria.

"Uh, I can try, I guess," Tim said, a blank look on his face. "I don't really know her very well. She's just been helping me with biology since I'm struggling with it a lot."

"Well, you better nail it, she's fine as hell," I said, giving him a sideways look.

"I'll talk to her tomorrow," he said as he pulled the door to the cafeteria opened and stepped inside.

The next day I woke up early. I was excited about the prospect of getting to know this girl better. I was confused at the thought, however. I usually got excited to have sex with girls, but never excited to actually get to know them. This girl was different, for some reason. She was hott, for sure, but it wasn't the kind of hott that you just wanted to jump on. It was a respectable hott. Banishing the thoughts from my head, I grabbed my backpack and headed for the library. Tim's biology class was in the morning every other day, so his class would end in about an hour and a half. I fished my phone out of my pocket and sent him a text message. It read: Meet me in the library after your class to tell me how it went with Aubrey.

I climbed the four flights of stairs to the fourth floor and went to my customary spot in the back corner. I sat heavily in the cushioned chair and pulled another one close to prop my feet up on. I laid back and tried to fall asleep but was far too anxious. I ended up reading on erotic stories on my iPhone, which didn't help as I got slightly aroused.

About an hour and a half later I heard footsteps coming towards my corner. I quickly stuffed my phone into my pocket and sat up anxiously. I saw Tim round the corner, his biology book clutched against his chest. He looked nervous. Following him was Aubrey, who until seeing me, looked pretty bored. Her face went to one of contempt when she saw me, however, making me squirm nervously. "Tim, what is he doing here?" she asked, not taking her eyes off me.

"He's sort of the reason I brought you here," Tim said to her, "Not that I don't really need your help with biology."

"What is he talking about?" she asked, directing the question at me.

I didn't know what to say at first. I wanted to just be up front with her, but my usual confidence with girls was nowhere to be found with her. "I guess I'm just rather taken aback by you," I said, laughing nervously.

"Can you leave us alone for a few minutes?" she asked Tim, turning to face him.

Tim nodded and turned to walk away, still clutching his Biology book nervously. He got a few steps away and turned back around. "Are you still going to help me study?" he asked anxiously.

"Yes," she said with a smile, "I'll come find you."

With that he turned and disappeared behind a bookshelf. I kicked the chair my feet were up on away from me and gestured for her to sit in it. She sat down and set her bag down on the floor next to it. She looked at me, no emotion on her face whatsoever. "So what is all this about?" she asked.

It took me a few seconds to answer. "I don't really know," I said, shrugging my shoulders. "I just haven't met a girl as gorgeous as you since I've come here. I wanted the chance to get to know you."

She blushed slightly at the compliment, but her expression didn't change much. "You know you have a reputation, right?" she asked, but when I opened my mouth to answer she cut me off, "when I first saw you I thought you were really cute, and seemed like someone I would be interested in. So I asked around about you. Half the girls I talked to had already slept with you. The other half said they had plans to. I don't want to be with a guy like that."

I looked at her, not really knowing what to say. "I realize I haven't exactly been saintly since I got here," I began, trying to formulate what to say as I went, "but I can change. All the girls I've done anything with here haven't meant anything to me. They were just hookups. But that doesn't mean every girl will mean nothing to me."

I tried to keep in calm expression, but I was mentally shaking my head in disbelief. I had never talked to a girl like this before. To me, girls were nothing but sex toys. How was this one girl having such an effect on me? She thought for a few minutes about what I had said.

"I want to believe you, I really do," she said, looking down at her feet, "but how do I know I can trust you? How do I know you won't screw me over, or use me?"

"I'll tell you what," I said, my confidence slowly starting to build up, "give me a chance. If anything seems out of place, or your unhappy with anything, you can leave."

She seemed to think this over for a while. A few minutes of silence passed by. I felt myself grinding my teeth together in anticipation. I mentally willed myself to stop doing it, but the anticipation was too much. "I'll give you once chance," she said finally, "but if you screw up, even once, I'm done with you."

"Fair enough," I said, grinning wildly from ear to ear, "Now I have a question for you."

"What?"

"Where do you want to go to dinner tomorrow night?" I asked, smiling at her.

"I'll leave that up to you," she said, returning the smile.

We made small talk for a few more minutes before she said she was off to go help Tim with his homework. I decided to go to the cafeteria for lunch, and then back to my dorm. When I walked through the door of my dorm, a wave of relief flooded me that my roommate wasn't there. Wanting to relax a little I stripped down and hopped in the shower.

As the warm water flooded over my body my mind wandered to how the date with Aubrey might go. My mind flashed to an image of her crawling up my bed towards my on all fours. She kissed my thighs as she made her way up, finally engulfing my cock in her mouth. I felt my cock harden and I took it in my hand. I began stroking it slowly, thinking of my cock sliding in between Aubrey's perfect tits while she licked the head off it. I grabbed a bottle of body wash and squirted some in my hand. I lathered my rock-hard cock in it and began stroking. I imaged Aubrey, my cock in her mouth, swinging her lower body up over my face and lowering her dripping wet pussy onto my face. I imagined lapping up her juices, them running down my face as I flick my tongue over her clit. I imagined sliding two fingers into her sopping wet hole and another into her tight, puckered asshole. My stroking pace quickened and I began to feel my balls tighten. I imagined her laying on her back, pulling her knees up to her chest and begging my to fuck her. I would slide my cock into her pussy and sink it in until I'd feel my balls slap against her asshole. The image sent me over the edge and I sit a thick wad of semen onto the shower curtain. I watched it run down with a silly smile on my face. I couldn't wait to see what tomorrow night would bring.



Everyday Fantasy



With her eyes still closed, Megan became aware of the acoustic rhythm slowly filling the room. Stretching out from underneath another warm body, she groaned as she switched off the alarm. Her eyes fluttered open and she sighed, dreading climbing out of her warm cocoon. Finally she forced herself up. Behind her just one of the blonde's eyes popped open, observing her as she walked to the bathroom in nothing but her bra and underwear. He heard the sink running and stopping as she brushed her teeth and the more he debated the idea, the more enticing it became. 

In the bathroom, Megan grabbed towels out of the small linen closet and turned on the water in her shower, testing it with her hand until it was as hot as she could stand it. Still standing outside the shower, she was about to undress completely when she felt a pair of strong hands grip her waist from behind.

"You're not supposed to be awake yet," she smiled as he pulled her back into him.

"You can't get out of bed looking like that and expect me not to notice," his deep voice had a husky tone from his still partially groggy state.

"Looking like what exactly?" She asked, her voice becoming unsteady as he kissed the nape of her neck.

She looked down at her plain white cotton panties and matching bra, not quite understanding how she had gotten him so turned on.

"I like these," he said into her shoulder, running the tips of his fingers just under her pantyline. "They give you this sweet, innocent school girl look. Very sexy."

Megan grinned as she leaned her head back and began to place soft kisses along his jawline.

"Sweet, innocent school girl, huh? Does my Lancey have a fetish I don't know about?"

"Maybe," he muttered softly against her cheek as his hands worked his way to her stomach.

"I'll have to keep that in mind," she smiled as she turned around to face him.

He kissed her softly before running his tongue along her collarbone. He continued going up her neck, stopping to nibble on her earlobe.

"Mmm...Lance," she sighed. "We don't have time for this, I have to be out that door in 20 minutes."

"What I have in mind takes about five minutes, tops," his hot breath on her neck was driving her crazy.

"Lance baby, I know you. You couldn't do this in under ten if you tried, let alone five. You just have too much stamina sweetie," she smiled lovingly up at him.

"But Meggie..." he started to protest.

She kissed him softly before he could continue. "We'll finish this tonight."

"But I have back-to-back meetings, I won't be home until late tonight," he pouted, making it almost impossible to resist him.

"Well then I guess this will give you some incentive to get home on time," she traced a line down his jawline with her tongue as she gently cupped the erection he had formed through his boxers.

"You're so cruel," he muttered breathlessly.

"But you love me anyway," she smiled wickedly at him.

"That, I do."

She removed both her hands from his body and gave him one last passionate kiss before she removed what remained of her clothes. Lance stood by and couldn't help but watch her as she climbed into the shower.

"Go back to sleep," she called to him through the shower curtain.

"Yeah, like that's possible now," he mumbled to himself as he huffed back into the bedroom.

Megan couldn't help but giggle to herself.

~*~

Picking up the phone that afternoon, Megan proceeded to dial one of Lance's many numbers she knew by heart.

"Hello, Lance Davidson's office. This is Ilene, how can I help you?"

"Hey Ilene, this is Meg, how are you?" She asked the receptionist she had come to know well.

"Oh, Meg honey! I'm fine, how are you?"

"I'm doing well, thank you."

"Do you want me to patch you through to Lance?" She asked, a bit surprised that Megan hadn't just called his personal line.

"No, actually, I was just wondering what time Lance's last meeting was going to let out tonight."

"Well, it starts at seven, so it will probably be over around 8:30."

Megan thought for a moment, "Umm..." she hesitated.

"What is it, dear?"

"Well, this might sound weird, but...does he keep his office door locked while he's gone?"

"Yes, I'm pretty sure he does. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I was just thinking about doing something for him, that's all. I wanted to surprise him," Megan paused, unsure of how to elaborate without saying too much.

"Well, I also happen to know that Lance gave his very trustworthy secretary an extra key to his office," she could feel Ilene smiling through the phone. "And, I also happen to know that she's allowed to leave as soon as Lance gets done with his meeting so there will be no one around to see or hear anything."

Megan grinned. She knew there was a reason she got along with Ilene so well.

"Ilene, you're the best."

"Don't I know it."

~*~

Megan finished her make-up and then shoved the clothes she had worn on the way there into her small duffel bag and stuffed it in the closet. There was no way she could've walked into the building looking the way she did now. She checked her watch; 8:30 on the dot.

"Damn, I'm good." She said aloud to herself as she walked over and switched the light off. Carefully, she found her way back to his desk and hopped up onto it. Taking in a deep breath, she waited to hear the key in the door.

~*~

Lance came down the long hallway in a huge huff, looking at his watch for the twentieth time in the past ten minutes. It was after 8:30, which meant he wouldn't be home until at least nine.

"Megan's going to kill me," he thought to himself.

He flew around the corner to a desk where Ilene sat quietly waiting for him. She glanced up at him smiling.

"Good evening, Mr. Davidson. How was the meeting?"

"A pain, I swear these people assume that because I'm young, I know absolutely nothing about business. They went ahead and made all these decisions without me and most of them I don't agree with," he grumbled in a low voice.

"I'm sorry to hear you had a bad night," Ilene told him, still smiling to herself.

"I'm sorry Ilene, I don't mean to be such a bear. I'm just frustrated right now." 

"It's not a problem, sir," She looked at him grinning and Lance raised an eyebrow at her.

"What is it?" He asked puzzled.

"I was just thinking that your day could still perk up," she gave him a knowing smile, picked up her things and walked away. "Goodnight, sir."

Lance stared after her questioningly. "Goodnight, Ilene."

He shook his head as he flipped through the messages that Ilene had written down. Walking towards the door to his office, he fished the key out of his pocket and unlocked the office door. He reached over and flipped on the light. When he looked up from the papers in his hand, Lance's jaw dropped and all of them instantly fell to the floor.

"Hi there," Megan smiled sassily at him from her seat on his desk.

She saw his eyes start at her legs and travel up her body. He took in the high-heeled penny loafers, the dark gray knee socks, the incredibly short plaid pleated skirt, the white button down shirt that was tied so that you could just see her navel, the soft, dark gray sweater that was unbuttoned, and finally he took in the pigtails that her hair was tied in...she looked like she had just popped out of one of his high school fantasies.

As shocked as he was, Lance couldn't help but notice the instant hardness he felt. In fact, the complete surprise was the only factor keeping him from leaping on her that exact second.

"Was this what you had in mind?" She smiled wryly at him.

"I'll say," Lance could barely get the words out as he moved towards her.

When he was close enough, she reached up and tugged on his tie, pulling him into her. His hands started at her knees and ran up them until he was under her skirt, adding more pressure the further he got.

"God baby...I want you so bad," he growled in her ear, his voice dropping to an octave she didn't even know was possible.

Damn him, that was one of her few weaknesses with him and he knew it. That voice made her melt into one big puddle and she was trying desperately to be sexy. Keeping control would be impossible with the pile of mush he turned her into.

"So Mr. Davidson," she whispered breathlessly. She brought her lips inches from his ear, knowing it made him insane...also knowing that she had to if she expected him to hear her, seeing as how she couldn't get her voice to go any louder. "What can I do for you?"

She yanked his tie harder as she felt his masculine hands slide under her and grab her ass firmly, using it to pull her towards him. She wrapped her legs around his waist from her still-sitting position on his desk and she could feel him hardening against her. 

"I couldn't stop thinking about you today," he told her as he began placing wet kisses along her neck. "I'm not sure I even remember half my meetings."

Reaching up, Megan brought his mouth to meet hers as she kissed him deeply.

"Well I'm glad, because I didn't have the self-discipline to wait 'til you got home," she smiled and bit at his bottom lip.

Suddenly she pushed Lance off of her, taking him so off guard that he almost lost his footing. Spinning around, she shoved everything from the desk onto the floor and climbed on top of it. He looked at her half in shock and he didn't have to say anything. 

"Don't be so anal, I'll help you pick it up later," she teased him.

"I wasn't even thinking about that...and I'm not anal," he insisted with a huge smile.

Practically running, he jumped onto the desk with her, pinning her on her back. She wrestled furiously with his tie and finally managed to remove it and go to work on his shirt. After she practically ripped it from him and discarded it on the floor, she reached up and ran her hands over his smooth chest, raking her nails gently over his hot skin.

Lance began to unbutton Megan's white shirt and slid off both the shirt and the sweater over it. He stared at her just trying to absorb her. He knew that this was the weirdest time for him to be getting sentimental, but somehow the thought of how beautiful she was and how much he loved her just overwhelmed him.

"You're so amazingly gorgeous," he told her.

Red flushed over her cheeks, he could still make her blush with a simple compliment though they'd been together for months now.

"You know, it's ironic," Lance smiled down at her.

"What's that?"

"The hotter the clothes make you look, the more eager I am to rip them off of you."

Lance quickly got back to action. Looking up at him, she could see his intense green eyes smoldering. His head dipped down and suddenly his mouth was working furiously at ear, licking and sucking and biting in a way she had never experienced. A strong hand slid slowly from her hair, past her neck, over her now bare breasts, stopping briefly to tweak and twirl around a nipple. Then, it was back on its mission, sliding over her stomach, past her navel, under her skirt and stopped at her folds. Lance slowly ran his index finger along her inner thighs and against her opening. He could tell she was wet before he even began to enter her.

"God Lance...please..." she begged him as he traced a line up and down her opening.

Suddenly, she felt Lance dart a finger inside of her and then another. She gasped for breath as her body jolted from his movements. To her surprise, instead of pumping her with his fingers, he found her clit and gently began to massage it. Both fingers worked in small, rapid circles, all the while practically fucking her ear with his tongue. Her entire body tingled at the sensations he was giving her and she couldn't even think. She was so close and she knew exactly what she wanted to take her over the edge.

"God...Lance...oh baby...say it, please," she could barely find her voice.

A grin wiped over Lance's face and he stopped his work on her ear for a brief moment.

"I love you, Darlin" he said in a low, deep, southern drawl.

God damn that voice. Megan screamed Lance's name as she felt her entire body explode in ecstasy. 

She panted heavily, her body shaking underneath him. 

"You're fucking incredible," she told Lance when she had finally gathered the ability to speak.

"You're not so bad yourself," he chuckled.

She became suddenly aware of Lance's rock hard erection pressing into her thigh.

"Now it's time we take care of you," she smiled at him.

Lifting her head up, she nipped at his adam's apple and down his neck. A low moan escaped his lips and she continued to work her way down his neck as her hands ran over his bare chest. Working quickly, her hands slid down the length of his body. She whipped off Lance's belt and shoved his pants down as far as she could get them. A small gasp escaped her lips as she now felt the full power of Lance's cock against her. She was a bit surprised to realize how hard he already was as she ran her hand down his body and wrapped it around him.

"Baby," he exasperated in a breathless voice. "Thoughts of you in a thousand sexual scenarios have been some of the only things going through my mind all day, we are so past any need for foreplay."

A chuckle left Megan as she saw Lance grinning down at her. Megan began to unbutton her skirt to slide it off, but Lance placed a hand over hers.

"Leave it on," he smiled.

"My, my you get naughty when you're denied for too long," satisfaction was written in her face.

Lance slowly guided himself inside of her as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Oh God..." she sighed, still always surprised at the amazing way he felt every time he was inside her.

"Mmm...Meg...God you're so tight..."

He began to pump in and out of her, slowly at first, savoring every moment of this fantasy come true. 

"Fuck Lance...harder baby..."

"So wet...Jesus you feel amazing..." Lance picked up his pace, his hips thrusting harder and harder into her.

She met his motions with her own body, moving in perfect flowing motion with him before long.

"Shit Lance...God I'm so close..." she whimpered under him.

Just knowing he was making her moan that way was enough to put Lance over the edge, but he was holding out as long as he could, determined to make sure she came just when he did.

"I wanna cum with you," he whispered to her, flicking his tongue over her ear.

His hot breath and voice circling her ear made her head spin.

"So close...fuck...Lance!" She screamed out in pleasure.

Lance could feel her tightening around him and kissed her mouth hard as he came inside her, the same time feeling her walls squeeze tightly around him before relaxing as her orgasm washed through her as well. Still inside her, he collapsed on top of her, his head resting on her chest. They breathed in rhythmic motion together, trying to slow their pounding hearts. 

"So, was your fantasy everything you expected it to be?" She asked him softly, running her fingers through his sweat-dampened hair.

"Meg, this was absolutely amazing," he lifted his head to smile at her. "You're my everyday fantasy."