Dick!” I imagined her saying, her ass bouncing up and down as she drove my pulsing
cock deeper and deeper inside of her, her tits bouncing before me as she moaned
my name. “I need it!”
It was too much. The wild reaches
of my own imagination drove me past the point of no return, pushing my off the
cliffs of my own self-control and onto the crashing waves of my climax. I did
my best not to cry out, feeling myself throbbing hard as my tip erupted with
thick ropes of my cum, gushing again and again as I pictured Jessica, her head
back as she reveled in the sensation of her stepbrother spilling his seed
inside of her.
I closed my eyes, lying
back on my bed, the waves of unadulterated pleasure still lapping over my mind
and body. I knew that thinking about Jessica that way was wrong, but there was
no denying just how good it felt to imagine her pussy wrapped around me, her
naked body pressed to mine in the warm afterglow of imagined lovemaking.
Fuck Yale.
I was going to UCLA… With
Jess.
Chapter
7
Jessica
“We made it!” Becky said
with an excited squeal. “We’re in college!”
I smiled, looking around at
all crowd of students as they moved past us. She was right, we’d finally made
it to the place we’d always dreamed of. Everything felt so new and different,
like I had just hit the reset button on my entire life. College wasn’t just a
place for me, it was a whole new beginning.
“What’s first?” Becky
asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet eagerly.
“Finding somewhere for our
stuff,” I said, hefting my duffle bag higher onto my shoulder, a rolling
suitcase sitting at my side. “I don’t want to go through orientation carrying
my entire life around.”
Luckily for both of us,
we’d managed to find a student housing complex that was right on campus. We made
the short trek to our new home away from home and got our room sorted out.
Becky and I had made certain that the two of us would be sharing a room—there
wasn’t any way I was bunking with a complete stranger.
Once we were settled, she
and I made our way toward the student union to get the rest of our lives sorted
out for the semester to come. We had books to buy, classes to schedule, and an
entire campus to learn how to navigate before we found ourselves completely and
utterly lost on our first day of class. Having to explain to my professors why
I was late was definitely not how I wanted to spend my first day of higher
learning.
“I thinking about pledging
to a sorority,” Becky said as we passed by a group of buxom blondes wearing bright
pink, cropped t-shirts with the Greek letters “___” emblazoned in white, blocky
font across their ample chests. I couldn’t help but grimace. Becky and I had
spent the majority of our time in high school being bullied and mocked by women
like that, who lorded their popularity and looks over the “lower” castes of the
social order. And that wasn’t even taking into account the sheer amounts of
hazing and prejudice that went on in the “Greek” system. I’d read enough to
know that I’d never be able to stand by while my “sisters” engaged in that kind
of activity.
“You really think that’s a
good idea?” I asked, trying not to sound totally disapproving. “I mean, it’d
look good after college, I guess, but is that really the kind of thing you want
to do while you’re here? They don’t seem like the kind of people that we
usually get along with.”
Becky frowned, stopping
short and forcing me to halt so I didn’t lose sight of her as more students
flooded around us.
“I don’t know yet, Jess,”
she said with an edge to her voice. “But I know that one of the things I wanted
to do while I was at college was come out of my shell a little. I figured
joining a sorority might help—”
“No. You’re right,” I said,
holding up my hands apologetically. “I’m being judgmental. You should go for
it.”
“Only problem is I don’t
know which one to
cock deeper and deeper inside of her, her tits bouncing before me as she moaned
my name. “I need it!”
It was too much. The wild reaches
of my own imagination drove me past the point of no return, pushing my off the
cliffs of my own self-control and onto the crashing waves of my climax. I did
my best not to cry out, feeling myself throbbing hard as my tip erupted with
thick ropes of my cum, gushing again and again as I pictured Jessica, her head
back as she reveled in the sensation of her stepbrother spilling his seed
inside of her.
I closed my eyes, lying
back on my bed, the waves of unadulterated pleasure still lapping over my mind
and body. I knew that thinking about Jessica that way was wrong, but there was
no denying just how good it felt to imagine her pussy wrapped around me, her
naked body pressed to mine in the warm afterglow of imagined lovemaking.
Fuck Yale.
I was going to UCLA… With
Jess.
Chapter
7
Jessica
“We made it!” Becky said
with an excited squeal. “We’re in college!”
I smiled, looking around at
all crowd of students as they moved past us. She was right, we’d finally made
it to the place we’d always dreamed of. Everything felt so new and different,
like I had just hit the reset button on my entire life. College wasn’t just a
place for me, it was a whole new beginning.
“What’s first?” Becky
asked, bouncing on the balls of her feet eagerly.
“Finding somewhere for our
stuff,” I said, hefting my duffle bag higher onto my shoulder, a rolling
suitcase sitting at my side. “I don’t want to go through orientation carrying
my entire life around.”
Luckily for both of us,
we’d managed to find a student housing complex that was right on campus. We made
the short trek to our new home away from home and got our room sorted out.
Becky and I had made certain that the two of us would be sharing a room—there
wasn’t any way I was bunking with a complete stranger.
Once we were settled, she
and I made our way toward the student union to get the rest of our lives sorted
out for the semester to come. We had books to buy, classes to schedule, and an
entire campus to learn how to navigate before we found ourselves completely and
utterly lost on our first day of class. Having to explain to my professors why
I was late was definitely not how I wanted to spend my first day of higher
learning.
“I thinking about pledging
to a sorority,” Becky said as we passed by a group of buxom blondes wearing bright
pink, cropped t-shirts with the Greek letters “___” emblazoned in white, blocky
font across their ample chests. I couldn’t help but grimace. Becky and I had
spent the majority of our time in high school being bullied and mocked by women
like that, who lorded their popularity and looks over the “lower” castes of the
social order. And that wasn’t even taking into account the sheer amounts of
hazing and prejudice that went on in the “Greek” system. I’d read enough to
know that I’d never be able to stand by while my “sisters” engaged in that kind
of activity.
“You really think that’s a
good idea?” I asked, trying not to sound totally disapproving. “I mean, it’d
look good after college, I guess, but is that really the kind of thing you want
to do while you’re here? They don’t seem like the kind of people that we
usually get along with.”
Becky frowned, stopping
short and forcing me to halt so I didn’t lose sight of her as more students
flooded around us.
“I don’t know yet, Jess,”
she said with an edge to her voice. “But I know that one of the things I wanted
to do while I was at college was come out of my shell a little. I figured
joining a sorority might help—”
“No. You’re right,” I said,
holding up my hands apologetically. “I’m being judgmental. You should go for
it.”
“Only problem is I don’t
know which one to
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