I couldn’t believe he was only eighteen. He didn’t look like it. If I hadn’t known that he was a senior in high school, I would’ve guessed he was older.

Before he arrived at the party, my roommate’s boyfriend labeled him as the star recruit. “If we get him on the team next year, we’ll be in a bowl game for sure,” he said. “Maybe even a major one. Have you seen him play?”

I’d never seen Jordan play, but I’d seen his picture. He had the body of an athlete, complete with broad shoulders of a full-grown adult and muscles like a legit Greek god.

When I saw him in person, I had an instant crush on him…along with every other girl at the party, and there were a lot of women besides myself. The current members of the team made sure the guy-girl ratio was completely in favor of Jordan. I didn’t have much of a chance. There were perfect tens who could’ve been models, perfect arm candy to watch him play on an NFL field in a few years.

Yet, I did catch him checking me out a couple of times. The first was when my roommate introduced me to him. He spent more time looking at my cleavage, which was escaping from my low-cut top, than talking to me during our brief interaction. I didn’t complain. Honestly, it made me feel incredibly sexy.

The second time was while he was standing in the kitchen, talking to a couple of blonde girls, while I was waiting in line to refill my cup at the keg. He kept looking past them at me, making me wonder if it would become my job to ensure he came to our college by using my body after the party.

Yet the party got to be too much for me. Crowds of people filled the apartment, and I gave up on my fantasy about him. That’s when I headed into town to go bar-hopping with a couple of my friends.

As I was leaving, I noticed Jordan was getting pretty intoxicated. I figured it wouldn’t be long after I left before he found a female supporter of the football booster club to keep him company for the night.

At the second bar we ended up at, there were more potential recruits. As a friend of some of the team members and a sometimes supporter of the booster club, I did my part. I danced with a couple of them, but they looked eighteen and didn’t seem to know what to do with a girl who was older than them, even if it was just by a few years.

Sometime after midnight, I caught a ride back to my apartment with another one of my friends. Then I walked alone up the stairs to my second-story apartment.

However, when I walked into my bedroom, I found out I wasn’t alone. When I turned on my light, I saw Jordan lying on my bedroom floor. Someone had made him a bed with sheets and pillows there.

He might’ve been sleeping, but when I turned on my light, he woke up.

“Sorry to wake you,” I said, and wondered, like the semi-drunk, very naughty girl I was, if he could see up my short skirt from where he was lying on the ground.

“No big deal,” he said. “I wasn’t really asleep.”

I was going to change into something comfier, but with him in my room, it suddenly seemed like a good idea to stay in what I was wearing as I got into my bed. You can blame the alcohol for that, too.

“Do you want to sleep in my bed?” I asked after stepping over him and sitting on my bed. “It’s big enough for two, and probably a lot more comfortable.”

“Sure,” he said, and I moved over to the far side of the bed so he could get in.

We didn’t even try to pretend like nothing was going to happen after that. He climbed onto the bed, then onto me, and we started kissing.

I could feel his weight on top of me, his heat, and could smell his cologne. Soon I could feel his hard cock pressed against me. He was wearing only boxers and an undershirt. The tight shirt did little to hide his muscular body, and the boxers felt so thin that it almost felt like he was rubbing his cock against me.

I opened my legs, and my skirt rode up around my waist. He started to press his cock eagerly against my panties. I felt like I might melt.

He took off his shirt, and I felt my body start to overheat. His muscles were so toned. I took off my top, and his hands explored my cleavage.

With his help, my skirt came off. With all the raw heat in the room, it felt like it would only be a minute or two before all of our clothes were off, but then he surprised me and slowed things down. I wasn’t used to an eighteen-year-old slowing things down.

His kisses became more gentle, then he worked his way down my neck and into my cleavage. He pulled down the cups of my lace bra, and his mouth found my nipples. He softly kissed, then sucked on them as our bodies rubbed together lower down.

Then he kissed further down. He kissed my stomach, then ran his tongue around the edges of my lace panties. The desire grew uncontrollable within me.

He kissed each inner thigh, then pulled my panties to the side so he could kiss more. He wrapped his hands around my waist and buried his face between my legs. Never in a million years did I think this night would go like this.

His tongue explored my lips and then my clit. He was gentle at first, almost too gentle, like he was teasing me.

He definitely knew what to do with his tongue and mouth, more than any eighteen-year-old I’d ever encountered before. Probably more than most guys of all ages that I had encountered. I wondered if there had been a Mrs. Robinson in his life who had taught him these tricks.

His lips were soft and gentle, yet so powerful. My breathing started to get heavier. My body started to get hotter.

He started to finger me while licking my clit. I started to moan, soft, deep moans. I told myself I had to be quiet; my roommate was just on the other side of the thin apartment wall. Yet, he was making it difficult to be quiet.

He had been going slowly, but now he started to go faster. His fingers thrust into my wetness, making a very loud sound. His tongue flicked up and down, then across my clit rapidly. My moans became steady.

Then he slowed down and focused just the tip of his tongue on my clit. Pleasure filled my entire body.

He repeated the fast, almost hard licking and finger-fucking followed by slower, more delicate licking over and over. With the fast, my moans became louder. With the more delicate, I felt myself getting closer and closer to him and my orgasm. How was he this good?

He zeroed in on what was making me moan the most, and then he didn’t slow down. He finger-fucked me hard while his tongue swirled all around my clit. I bit my lip so that I wouldn’t scream and wake up the whole building.

I closed my eyes. His tongue and fingers brought me into another world of pleasure. My body tightened, then started to shake. The orgasm exploded within me, flowing throughout my entire body. It was a long, powerful orgasm. It was a feeling of pure bliss.

When I opened my eyes, I saw him grinning at me. He seemed very proud of his work, and had every right to be.

“Are you ready for more?” he asked.

I nodded my head. The orgasm was satisfying in every way, but I wanted more, maybe almost as much as he did.

The remainder of our clothes came off, then I positioned myself on my back again. He positioned himself between my legs with his big, thick cock aimed at my pink pussy.

He moved closer, pushing my legs apart, and then pushing the head of his cock against my lips. I couldn’t wait to see what he could do with his cock.

He entered me and slid deep into my wetness. Just filling me felt so good.

He didn’t start slow. Once we were deeply connected, he pulled back and started to thrust. It was enough to make my boobs bounce with each of his forward motions.

His cock brought me right back to that world of pleasure. My heavy breathing, then my moaning, quickly returned. He knew how to use his dick for sure.

He was fucking me hard, but he was doing so much more than just that. He used his cock in ways that gave me more and more pleasure.

I felt like I was the first of many lucky girls he was going to fuck while at college. I was the first college pussy he was in. The first college boobs he had caressed. He was going to get a lot of girls. He would be able to get any he wanted, and they wouldn’t be able to stay away from him.

Since he was younger, I had expected him to come quickly. By then, I should’ve known that he wasn’t like most eighteen-year-olds. In fact, I orgasmed again before his first one.

I was still extremely sensitive from my previous orgasm, and it wasn’t long before the feeling of pleasure enveloped me again. My pussy became tight around his cock, and the orgasm ripped through me as my body jerked. It wasn’t as powerful as the first, but I felt just as blissful.

The orgasm was barely over when he pushed my legs up and almost onto his shoulders. He pushed deeper into me, creating more pleasure for me, and based on the look on his face, more pleasure for him, too.

His thrusts were now quicker, more rapid-fire. My moans were shorter and sharper with each thrust. Yet, he still wasn’t there yet. I’d never been with an eighteen-year-old like him.

“How can I make you come?” I asked.

“I want to fuck you from behind.”

After he pulled out, I turned around and got onto my knees and elbows. That wasn’t what he had in mind. He guided me so that I was bent over the edge of my bed, my legs on the floor, my body resting on my elbows, and him behind me. I looked behind me as he pushed into me again. Standing up, his figure was even more aesthetically pleasing and dominating.

He held my sides and started to thrust. His thrusts were just as rapid as when we were lying down, but with more intensity. This was more about his pleasure now. It felt good, don’t get me wrong, but it was definitely about him now.

His cock was going deeper into me now, and he kept fucking me harder and harder. Soon, I had to switch from my elbows to my hands to support myself. Even though I was just on the receiving end, I was sweating and breathing hard. I felt like I was his exercise equipment, getting a very hard workout.

The intensity kept increasing. I could feel that he was finally getting close. He grabbed my tits and squeezed, then caressed them.

“Turn around,” he said, then pulled back. “I want to see your tits.”

I turned around and got onto my back. A naughty grin formed on my face as I spread my legs for him.

He looked far more serious, making me think he was close.

He positioned himself on me. He grabbed my tits again as he fucked me. He was rough, and the next day I found bruises. I loved it.

Then he suddenly slowed down, like he wasn’t ready for it to be over. Yet, he couldn’t stop it.

His face looked like he was in pain, and then I felt the warmth flowing from his cock. So much cum. It felt so good.

It was so much cum that when he pulled out, some of it came flowing out of me. It dripped between my legs and onto my sheets. I felt like I had done my best to help convince him to attend my school.

We had sex again in the morning, then he was off with my roommate’s boyfriend to a practice. I didn’t see him again until he was on the local news a few months later, signing an agreement to attend. I’d like to think that my body, or at least my tits, were at least part of the reason we had a winning record the next season.