difficult, of course, because girls threw themselves at him with the frequency of an alternating current.
He wondered if Elise had been faithful to him. She claimed she was, but he could never be too sure. She was too wild, too fey, too attractive for guys not to be climbing all over her.
Like the way he was doing now. Fueled by passion, they peeled off their clothes. Despite the cool breeze, the heat between them escalated, baking their bodies in a slow burn. They stripped until they were both naked, and they fell over each other again, devouring each other’s mouths in almost violent kisses.
He rained kisses all over her chin, her neck, her sternum, and then her bountiful breasts. She has nice-sized tits for such a slim girl. He cupped them so that her nipples were staring straight at him like two pink eyes, and they were so delicious-looking that he closed his mouth around her left one and suckled it intensely.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned as her fingernails raked his back.
He sucked at one, and then the other, until both were glistening in the pale light. Out here, they could be viewed by anyone who was walking on the banks, or anyone coming by in boat. But that was the thrill of public sex – the very anticipation of being caught.
“Did you bring a condom?” she said, her skin flushed.
He was tingling all over and his cock was so hard that it felt as if it would burst out of its skin. He took her hand and guided it to his shaft.
“Feel me.”
She clasped it tightly. He could feel goose bumps all over his flesh, and he had to rein himself fin from spurting right then and there. “Hmmmm. Nice.”
“Think we can do it without a condom?” he asked for posterity.
“Not on your life. I’m not on the pill, and I don’t know who you’ve been with.”
“I haven’t been with anyone else.”
She laughed softly. “You expect me to believe that? When we were in school, every cheerleader was creaming her panties over you. Why should they be any different in Princeton?”
He clasped her face in one hand. It was a loving gesture, full of meaning. “I don’t want any other girl, Elise. I only want you.”
“You’re just saying that to get into my pants.”
“I’m already in your pants.”
Smiling, he reached out for his discarded jeans anyway and expertly flicked out a condom from his back pocket.
“You’ve come prepared,” she said.
“Always.”
They had already made love once that morning in her bedroom when her parents were asleep, and he had the energy to do it three times a day, if necessary, if she didn’t claim soreness.
“Put it on me,” he teased.
“You just want me to massage your cock.”
“Suck me.”
“No. I’ve already done it once this morning.”
Also smiling, she took the condom from him anyway, and ripped the wrapper with her teeth. Then she sheathed him, rolling it painstakingly down his shaft. He was so hard that it was easy.
He mounted her again, and parted her thighs. He loved gazing at her openness – her sweet, wet pussy as it was offered up to him like a flesh-colored flower. His penile head nudged her opening. His fingers wormed between the tender leaves of her pussy, teasing and tweezing her clit, and she moaned again and arched her spine.
He could feel more wetness spilling forth from her, bathing the sheathed tip of his cock.
He pushed his cock into her wondrous canal, feeling her firm walls fold in around his flesh. He closed his eyes and savored the blissful pressure.
“God,” he whispered, “this is the best feeling on earth.”
She was breathing too hard to reply to him. But he could sense her vaginal muscles clenching around him and squeezing him hard. He gasped.
He began to move – stabbing, rapid thrusts that were more enthusiastic than technically skillful . . . in those days. But she didn’t seem to mind. Her writhing body beneath him seemed to suggest massive enjoyment, and her half-parted lips issued sounds that would not be out of
He wondered if Elise had been faithful to him. She claimed she was, but he could never be too sure. She was too wild, too fey, too attractive for guys not to be climbing all over her.
Like the way he was doing now. Fueled by passion, they peeled off their clothes. Despite the cool breeze, the heat between them escalated, baking their bodies in a slow burn. They stripped until they were both naked, and they fell over each other again, devouring each other’s mouths in almost violent kisses.
He rained kisses all over her chin, her neck, her sternum, and then her bountiful breasts. She has nice-sized tits for such a slim girl. He cupped them so that her nipples were staring straight at him like two pink eyes, and they were so delicious-looking that he closed his mouth around her left one and suckled it intensely.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned as her fingernails raked his back.
He sucked at one, and then the other, until both were glistening in the pale light. Out here, they could be viewed by anyone who was walking on the banks, or anyone coming by in boat. But that was the thrill of public sex – the very anticipation of being caught.
“Did you bring a condom?” she said, her skin flushed.
He was tingling all over and his cock was so hard that it felt as if it would burst out of its skin. He took her hand and guided it to his shaft.
“Feel me.”
She clasped it tightly. He could feel goose bumps all over his flesh, and he had to rein himself fin from spurting right then and there. “Hmmmm. Nice.”
“Think we can do it without a condom?” he asked for posterity.
“Not on your life. I’m not on the pill, and I don’t know who you’ve been with.”
“I haven’t been with anyone else.”
She laughed softly. “You expect me to believe that? When we were in school, every cheerleader was creaming her panties over you. Why should they be any different in Princeton?”
He clasped her face in one hand. It was a loving gesture, full of meaning. “I don’t want any other girl, Elise. I only want you.”
“You’re just saying that to get into my pants.”
“I’m already in your pants.”
Smiling, he reached out for his discarded jeans anyway and expertly flicked out a condom from his back pocket.
“You’ve come prepared,” she said.
“Always.”
They had already made love once that morning in her bedroom when her parents were asleep, and he had the energy to do it three times a day, if necessary, if she didn’t claim soreness.
“Put it on me,” he teased.
“You just want me to massage your cock.”
“Suck me.”
“No. I’ve already done it once this morning.”
Also smiling, she took the condom from him anyway, and ripped the wrapper with her teeth. Then she sheathed him, rolling it painstakingly down his shaft. He was so hard that it was easy.
He mounted her again, and parted her thighs. He loved gazing at her openness – her sweet, wet pussy as it was offered up to him like a flesh-colored flower. His penile head nudged her opening. His fingers wormed between the tender leaves of her pussy, teasing and tweezing her clit, and she moaned again and arched her spine.
He could feel more wetness spilling forth from her, bathing the sheathed tip of his cock.
He pushed his cock into her wondrous canal, feeling her firm walls fold in around his flesh. He closed his eyes and savored the blissful pressure.
“God,” he whispered, “this is the best feeling on earth.”
She was breathing too hard to reply to him. But he could sense her vaginal muscles clenching around him and squeezing him hard. He gasped.
He began to move – stabbing, rapid thrusts that were more enthusiastic than technically skillful . . . in those days. But she didn’t seem to mind. Her writhing body beneath him seemed to suggest massive enjoyment, and her half-parted lips issued sounds that would not be out of
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