“You know I’m into you, but the sex is so staid and I’m too young to settle for it,” he tried again.
It’s the kind of sentence that sends you into internal contemplation. Sure the sex wasn’t brilliant but I always kind of assumed it was his fault. Ben was of average build in that cute way twenty two year olds can be with a nice physique, but not quite rugged. His pale blue eyes and blond hair made him look like a boy scout. I used to love that about him and the way it clashed with my petite pale frame but it didn’t exactly rev my engine. He always wanted to be on top, missionary, and if I tried to explain that I wanted to try something new he got distant. As if my wanting variety was an insult. The doubt of my prowess however was unsettling.
As I got up to grab my things and leave his dorm room I bumped into his neighbour. Ash was the dorm advisor and the complete opposite of Ben in every way. Tall and muscular he was a man who exuded confidence.
“Midday romp with the kid? You know you’re not supposed to be walking around the dorms without him right?”
Ash tended to give me a hard time when he saw me, due in part to the time there was an emergency fire drill at three in the morning. I had to join the boys on the lawn wrapped only in Ben’s towel.
“As much as I’ll miss these chats, I won’t be back, he dumped me.” I frowned once I had relayed that information wondering why I had shared that with him.
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It’s always the same old scene in clubs. The place is filled with loud music and low inhibitions are fostered through the use of alcohol and dim lighting. This time, what was different, was me.
The feeling of being dumped is unlike any other. I wasn’t going to let Ben dictate my abilities in the bedroom like he had any idea what I was capable of. I was going to find somebody to fuck who knew Ben and could send him a clear message about my acumen in the sack.
Charged with my mission, I looked the part. I was wearing a tight black body con which pulled tightly over my large 32DD chest and skimmed over my flat stomach. The dress ended a few inches above the knee showing my legs off to full advantage. My long dark mane was kept in its natural loose curls hanging down my back while my face sported dark eyes and a slick of dark lipstick. The overall effect was clear. I was advertising a fuck and anybody looking at me would know it.
I headed to the bar to get a vodka to calm my nerves when I felt a hand on my ass. Turning around I saw Ash’s face, leering at me from his six foot frame.
“Taking this woman scorned thing a bit too far aren’t you?”
“That implies I’m scorned, I’m just horny,” came my retort as I swatted his hand from my ass.
“I heard Ben said you were a lame lay; if you’re looking for a revenge fuck, I’m pretty drunk and I do feel some pity for you.”
The fact that the reason for our break up was public knowledge added embarrassment to my determination. Ash was the perfect target. Despite being a neighbour to Ben, he was also his physical opposite and, with that smart mouth, came a cockiness that admittedly appealed to me.
“How about you stow the pity and just provide the fuck?” It came out before I knew exactly what I was offering. He took one look at my cleavage and pulled me into a rough kiss, setting my body on fire.
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He closed the door behind me as we entered his room. He immediately pulled off my dress and left me standing in the centre of his room. I was dressed only in a black lace bra and matching thong.
“Fuck you’re hot. When you’re not being a brat, you’re almost the perfect woman,” he mumbled as he swept me off my feet and threw me down on his bed. I took off his shirt and jeans, revealing a strong chest sparsely covered in hair and a large bulge covered in stretchy briefs. Pulling off his briefs he made quick work of getting me naked.
One hand was kneading my breast, almost painfully, starting with a firm grip and rolling his wrist till he ended up just with the swollen tips of my pink nipples in his long fingers. His other hand was roaming rough like sand paper over my abdomen downwards to the warm, swollen sex which was radiating heat. He took a languid lick at the entrance.
“You’re dripping wet. Looks like you want this.”
“Stop gloating and get down to it, I want the sex not you,” came my strangled reply. I could barely focus on his voice with the lust pounding through my veins like a drug that started to reach crescendo.
He used two of his digits, pushing them in slowly; in and out in measured motion while using that sardonic tongue of his to turn my clit into the centre of attention. Pushing down on my clit and then releasing pressure and going from side to side over the little bump driving me crazy. I could feel the heat starting to spread from the little swollen nub to my toes and back up to my brain. I was wound so tightly, desperate for some release from the pressure that was building.
“You’re a little slut aren’t you? Look how compliant you become when you get the right sort of attention.”
“The fact that you’re able to talk means that your tongue isn’t working as hard as it could be.”
I heard what sounded like a snort before all the pressure on my clit vanished and manoeuvred over me till he was standing over me with his cock right at eye level.