“Bullseye!” I cheered. “Sorry Logan, Rodney made me do it!” I said with a giggle as I raced away, I felt the water balloon hit the grass behind me and was lucky that I only got a single spot of hot pink on my jeans. I flipped Rodney the bird with a grin as I ran towards my dorm, dribbling the ball expertly as I ran to my single room in the dorm that I shared with about a hundred other chicks at the college.
That night, once again I dreamed of Ross.
I lay in my bed in my dorm, the door opened and he stood there, gloriously nude. Yes, I knew what his package looked like, I’d ‘accidentally’ walked in on him in the shower once or twice at the Frat house… and he was well built. Everywhere. Truly an Adonis in the making, except he isn’t Greek. He stood there, waiting for me. My dorm was strangely spotless, so this was definitely a dream. I rose from my bed, a long silken nightgown flowing from my lithe body (yep, as I said, a dream, I usually sleep in shorts and a tank top) His beautiful cock was hard for me already, I could feel his lust-filled gaze on my body as he approached me.
Strong hands took my face as his lush lips crashed savagely against mine. His tongue slipping between my parted lips to delve and play freely in my mouth. Slipping and sliding against my tongue he tasted me. My pussy clenched as his hands slipped from my face and roamed my body. Caressing my curves, teasing my nipples with fingers and thumb. I opened my mouth and moan as his mouth latched hard onto a nipple and he sucked hard like a man starved of a tit. His fingers slip between my legs to find my pussy wet with anticipation for entry of another digit… the one that is standing erect between his legs.
Ross fingered me, softly teasing my folds before he slipped in one, two, and then three fingers. I rode him hard, spreading my legs for him, as he shifted his hand and replaced his fingers with the hard, hot head of his cock at my entrance. He entered me in one swift, hard thrust. I knew I wasn’t his first, nor was he mine. That did not matter matter as I had him now and I would never ever let him go. He moved swiftly inside me, bringing us both so sweet release as his thrusts increased in pace and passion, my body heaved against his, shuddering in ecstasy as he finished inside me.
In this dream, I was all woman, not a tomboy, but Ross’s woman.
Ross
Damn, she is gorgeous. Long blonde hair, legs that go on for ages and what a sexy pair of tits. Yes, I’m a legs and tits man. I just can’t help it. She’s the one for me, I know it. The party is in full swing, and I’ve been seeing her for coffees after our business studies classes, she’s only been coming to the college for a few weeks since moving here from interstate and barely knows anyone.
And today, I even notice her full, rounded ass – Oh Holy Mother…the woman is killing me!
I finally got the nerve to invite her to a Frat party. The guys have all met her and given the thumbs up, I just have to get her to pass the Best Friend test. Hopefully Susan will like Becky. I don’t see why she shouldn’t. Susan gets on great with everyone.
Becky made a move that I just can’t ignore. Her hand on my dick makes me instantly hard and she winks at me. Damn girl. I know it’s on. Time to leave the house of the damned and slip on up to my room. I nod to Hank, who is, like all Texans, dressed as a Cowboy, not one of the Dallas Cowboys football team players, but a damn real cowboy, complete with two toy six-shooters, Stetson hat, plaid shirt and jeans with belt and shiny oval buckle, chaps and neckerchief. Of course the joker completes the look with a hobby horse that neighs and makes ‘clippity-clop’ sounds when you press its’ ear. Son of a bitch will win the contest for sure.
My ‘naughty nurse’, however, is tugging at my stethoscope. Our first Halloween party together and we come dressed as doctor and nurse, what a pair. We head on up to my room, where, as soon as my door swings to close, she tugs off my white lab coat and pulls the scrubs from my body. Oh holy fuck am I hard.
Her pert tits strain against the tight material of the costume that she undoubtedly got from a sex shop. I lean down and run my tongue across the tops, savouring the taste of her body on my tongue. Oh god how I want this woman. My bro between my legs is in total agreement.
I kiss her deeply, her mouth and tongue join with mine. I know that right now, this moment, our first time together certainly won’t be our last. I have a feeling that I’m going to marry this woman. I move her back towards my desk and turn her around. “Bend over Nurse, I need to do an internal inspection…” I say to Becky with a soft growl.
“Yes Doctor Ross.” She giggles. She bends over and the oh-so-short hem of her skirt which barely covers her ass when she’s upright, makes the final ascent to the heavens, baring her ass which is well… bare apart from the spaghetti-thin G-string that she is wearing. Staying in character, I tut-tut her. “Now Nurse Becky, what have I told you about wearing panties around me?” I ask, playfully, my hand rubs her ass, feeling her shiver beneath my palm, oh yes… she is just the right size for ass-to-hand ratio.
“Uh… I am not to wear any panties when Dr Ross needs to examine me?” she said, with a cheeky wriggle. I spank her sweet ass for the impertinence, then lean down to run my tongue over the curve.
“Mmm… Nurse Becky, I will have to give you this exam now or there might be a wasted injection.” I say, I lean over to the desk drawer and scrounge around for a condom packet that I know is in there. Thankfully I find it, rip that sucker open and roll it on my ranging boner. I tease her folds with the latex covered head of my dick before I press hard and slip inside with a grunt and a moan of sheer pleasure.
I begin to thrust hard inside her, Becky is moaning sweetly, and I know she’s not faking it, I can feel her tighten around me and god damned if it doesn’t feel fucking fantastic. I moan loudly, not giving a shit if anyone hears, besides, they are all down at the party and having a fucking awesome time, just like we are. I pump my cock hard into Becky in time to the beat of the bass of the music from downstairs. I close my eyes as I groan out my climax as Becky screams out hers. Yes, oh fuck yes, this chick is mine.
Susan
Oh. Holy. Fuck.
I totally did NOT just walk in on Ross with some blonde bitch bent over his desk, ass in the air with him fucking the living daylights out of her… I blink a few times, stunned as I walk away from his room. My Playboy Bunny costume was meant for him to enjoy, now I got drunk frat boy bastards pinching my ass and trying to grab my tail and ears. I feel someone finally grab the damned cottontail off my ass. I turn and growl out a warning, anyone who was sober to hear stops, steps back and away from the insanely pissed-off bunny. The asshole who stole is laughed like an idiot child.
My fist stopped his laughter, and gave the fucker a solid black eye to go with his ‘Alex” from A Clockwork Orange outfit. I grabbed my tail back off him while he cried like a fucking baby. Everyone parted like I was Moses and the red sea. They knew not to get between a mad bunny and her exit.
Things got worse from the next few months. My grades started to suffer along with my heart. Ross was spending more and more time with his ‘Becky’. I was almost sick to my stomach when I saw them together. Yes, the green eyed monster was in full force when she was around with him. By the time I heard that he had popped the question, I knew for sure that I was in love with Ross.
I couldn’t stay here at this college any longer and watch Becky take my happily ever after. I packed my shit and headed out to another college, clear across the country. Away from Ross, away from Becky, just taking my possessions and my broken heart along with me. I spent many a night crying like a little girl nursing my broken heart like it was a bottle of whiskey.
Over the next few months, a succession of boyfriends followed, well, more like first, second and third dates that ended in the bedroom, a quick unsatisfying fuck and bye-bye boys. Deep in my heart, I knew that only Ross would be the one to satisfy me. I felt insulted when he sent me a wedding invitation, sure, break my heart more, I sent my RSVP saying that I would be unable to attend due to something I had planned previously. I ended up spending the night playing Battlefield with my online ‘friends’ idiot kids who kept telling me that they did something nasty to my mom. Good thing they didn’t know my mom, she’d kick their pansy asses six ways to Sunday.
I sighed, logged off from Battlefield and checked my Facebook account. Pictures of Ross and Becky’s wedding were uploaded already, yay for social media. They looked so damned happy. Becky, I have to admit looked absolutely stunning in her dress. Simple, elegant style, not one of those mermaid style dresses, but a sleek design that hugged her curves. I wished them well, yes, I know, I was giving up on the one man I wanted in my life, the one I knew I could rely on, my best friend.
I wondered if he knew if I was hurt? How I felt betrayed by him, and that skank Becky!
Okay, I can’t really call her a skank, I didn’t know her that well, and despite Ross’ attempts for us to ‘bond’, I just didn’t try. I didn’t want to, I wanted to be a selfish bitch and have Ross to myself.
It was time for me to let go. I unfollowed his profile, but didn’t unfriend him, I wasn’t ready for that step yet.