"What? Where am I?" Her eyes darted around the room, then she looked down under the sheets, then up at me in a panic-stricken state. "Oh my God, did you … did I … did we-?"
"No. We didn't."
"Then where are my clothes? Why am I in only a bra and panties, and why are you in my bed?"
"We didn't." She seemed relieved about that. "You were wasted. You didn't want me to leave you here alone. I was just about to go. Sorry I woke you."
Some images of last night may have popped into her head, because she nodded in recognition of something, and took a breath. "Okay," she said, rubbing her eyes. "Thanks for getting me home last night. You're leaving?"
"I was, but I'm not in a rush. Want me to get you a coffee or something?"
"Uh, sure. Thanks."
"No problem." I put my shoes on, grabbed my wallet, keys and phone, and headed for the door. "I'll be right back."
"Hey," she called out. "Take these." She reached over on her night stand and picked up her keys, throwing it to me.
‘Thanks."
It took me longer than expected to get her coffee. In hindsight, I should have driven to the frat house and used the Keurig instead of driving to the two closest on-campus cafeterias, which were both closed. By the time I got back it was half an hour later. Assuming Samantha had fallen back to sleep, I used her keys to get into her dorm room.
I was wrong.
She was not asleep.
She was standing at the side of her bed, looking like she'd just had a long, hot shower. Samantha wore a plush, light pink bath robe and nothing else. Strange, she didn't even flinch or jump when I walked in. Trying to be on my best behavior, I slipped inside the room, let the door swung shut behind me, and kept my back turned toward the door so she could finish getting dressed.
"I should have knocked," I said, clearing my throat. "Thought you were sleeping. Sorry."
"Evan."
"Yes?" I slowly turned to face her. She was gorgeous. Her face was scrubbed clean of last night's makeup. Her hair was still damp, falling past her shoulders and framing her face in a way that made my cock twitch. A thin line of her creamy smooth skin peeked through her robe. It was still hanging open, and Samantha made no attempt to close it or turn away from me.
She didn't say another word, and neither did I. Not until I had put the coffees down on her study desk, and a moment later had crossed the room in three strides to be at her side. Brushing the stray strands of hair from her cheek, I ran fingers full of longing down her cheek. I heard her breath hitch when I leaned in, hovering with my mouth an inch away from hers. She spread her palms against my chest, finally taking in a breath of air as her eyes closed and her head tilted to one side.
My hands crawled down to find her hips, sliding further down to the hem of her robe. She moaned when I hiked up the fabric to touch the skin around her mid-thighs. Dropping to my knees, I pushed the robe open and kissed her stomach, then lower. My hands slowly moved up her legs, caressing her soft skin, and only stopping when I'd made it to the top of her thighs. Samantha blossomed before me. She shuddered, widening her stance and relaxing her body when my tongue made first contact with her wet, trimmed folds.
Fuck.
This woman could lead me straight to my demise if I didn't regain some control.
Rock hard and going on three weeks without, I had no idea if I could stop myself now that I'd begun to taste her sweet wetness. Her hands ran wantonly through my hair, gripping fistfuls and digging her nails into my scalp. Christ, I was turning into a man possessed. I pulled back and gazed up at her, still massaging her swollen bud with my thumb. She stared down at me, face awash with need, inhaling hard as though trying to catch her breath.
Her lust-filled eyes gave me permission. I gripped her hips and plunged my tongue past her folds into her wetness. Moaning loudly, and with knees weak and ready to buckle, she rocked her hips forward into my strumming fingers and my attentive tongue. Her hands moved down to my shoulders for balance, demanding more contact, more pressure, more of me inside of her. I glided my other hand from her hips, sliding a finger across her slick heat. Her body bucked, welcoming it further past her opening, and deep into her pussy. She was so fucking tight, my engorged cock twitched and my balls tightened, responding to the image in my mind of entering her soon.
Samantha rocked her hips with each stroke, bottom lip caught between her teeth. Her inner wall clenched around my fingers just then. To help her along, I intensified my attention on her clit while moving faster in and out of her. Her nails dug into my shirt. I glanced up to see her neck arched, face tightened, eyes squeezed shut at the brink of an orgasm I hoped would last and last. This sexy, innocent, stunning creature reached her climax, and I could almost come from just the look on her face.
Almost.
She let out a cry, and her body shook, no control left in her as she came hard.
After her body relaxed and her breathing subsided, I got to my feet and helped her back into bed. Damn, was I ever pleased to see her with that euphoric expression in her half-lidded eyes. I crawled back in beside her and took her in my arms, taking my cup of coffee as I let her rest.
Samantha napped for under an hour. I could stay here all day with her beside me. I really could, but my phone kept buzzing. Slade had sent a text, wanting the squad to meet for a pre-combine pow-wow. I kissed her on the forehead and left, sending her a text message that read:
‘How was that?'
And hour later while I was up in my room, she replied with, ‘Great … I want more. Tonight. Your place.'
Wow. That message was clear as day. I was game. My queen size bed beat that tiny thing in her dorm room too. Plus I had my toys.
‘Are you sure?' I asked.
‘Positive. I'm ready. I meant what I said last night. I want you to be my first.'
She remembered all that?
I answered with, ‘Time to walk the line'.
She sent me back a smiley face.
We had a date with destiny.
21
Samantha
I was nervous as hell, burning hot and still feeling my core clench from that earth-shattering orgasm. Evan took me to heights of arousal and pleasure that my fingers had never managed. I doubted my digits would ever be enough anymore, but there was no turning back.
I wanted more.
Needed more.
The mounting pressure in my lower belly wouldn't cease.
I had sent that text to Evan with zero hesitation, and as I put on my shortest mini skirt and my tightest, skimpiest top, I smiled. Looking in the mirror, my lips froze in a semi-permanent state of mischievous delight. I wanted to look as sexy as I felt, but this five-dollar hooker getup was probably taking it too far. I did a quick turn in the mirror and decided, fuck it. I kept the outfit on and threw my denim jacket over the scrap of top.
There.
Kristy would approve.
Checking the time, I sucked in along breath and did a few shoulder shrugs to loosen the tension in my neck. This was it. By tomorrow morning, I'd finally be free of my virgin status, and would join the ranks of potentially mature adulthood.
I was ready.
I chose Evan.
God, I hoped I wouldn't regret it all in the morning.
I showed up at the frat house, and found Evan sitting on the steps. He was waiting for me with a smile on his face.
"Wow, you look different," he remarked, eyebrows raised as he stood up and pulled me into his arms.
I looked up at him. "Different as in good, I hope."
"Definitely sexy, so that's awesome, but then again, I found you sexy before as well. Even that day you showed up in that god-awful green bulky sweat suit."
I chuckled. "God-awful?"
He kissed my lips. "Yep. Awful to the tune of let's start a bonfire and burn that shit to ash."
I shook my head and walked up the front steps with him. "It was freezing that morning, I'll have you know."
Evan pulled open the door to let me through first. "Yeah? Well, I'm all for function trumping fashion, but that outfit should be banned from sale everywhere."
"You've got an opinion on everything, don't you?"
He nodded. "Pretty much. I thought you knew that already"
We stepped inside. The place was quiet. Surprising for a frat house with a couple dozen residents.
"Where's everyone?" I asked, looking around.
"Who knows. Probably recovering from the kegger last night. People were still here when I got in this morning."
"Wow. Crazy."
"Not really. It's normal fare around here."
We got to the main staircase and he asked if I wanted a beer.
I didn't want to be as pissed drunk as last night, but I could use a couple to get the edge off. "Sure. Just one. Maybe two."
"Okay I'll grab some."
He went to the kitchen and was back with a six-pack a minute later. "All right. Let's go," he said, holding out his hand to escort me up the stairs.