Chapter 13 – Tommy
Thank God her roommate’s not here, I think as we step into Grace’s dorm room. It’s not so much that she doesn’t like me – I’m used to the occasional stuck-up bitch thinking I’m the world’s biggest asshole – it’s that I get to be alone with Grace.
There’s no telling how she’s going to react, and that’s what’s got me excited. I stayed behind her the entire walk back to Northwest, and for one main reason; I got to watch her ass.
I asked her if she did sports in high school, and she said she ran track for one season but it wasn’t for her. So where the Hell did she get an ass like that? Just good genetics, I guess. Her mom must be a looker. Grace has just enough meat on her bones, and I’m sure she feels soft to the touch, but she’s obviously got some firmness underneath that I could really work with.
I had to stop myself from spanking her as she took the stairs in front of me. I wanted to lean forward and give her a nice bite on her right cheek and see how she reacted. But I didn’t do that. I showed some restraint.
This girl isn’t like all the other girls, I reminded myself. Gotta do things differently.
I can see Grace pause when we step into her room and she realizes we’re alone together. She was hoping her roommate would be there. It smells like apple pie or something in here. Chicks love to make their rooms comfortable, and they always smell great.
Grace smells great. It’s intoxicating. Really everything about her has got me going. And the more time I spend around her the worse it gets. That’s the thing with going through girls at the rate I’ve been going. You never really get a chance to appreciate them. You’re in and out in one night and they’re gone. You never get a chance to explore or try new things. But being around Grace and having barely even touched her, I’m bursting at the seams.
Literally. My dick’s been at least half-mast since sorority row when Grace started walking ahead of me, and now that we’re alone in her room, it’s getting downright uncomfortable inside my jeans. I don’t know what I was thinking wearing them. I should have just thrown on some shorts again and given myself some room.
She’s got her back to me and it’s all I can do not to reach out and touch her. There’s something so inviting about how she appears to be completely oblivious to the fact that I’m running my eyes up and down her. Or maybe she isn’t. Maybe she knows exactly what’s up and is playing dumb.
Some girls like to play innocent, or act like they’re not into you, but in reality they’re just waiting for you to take the lead and make a move. Is that what’s going on here?
All I know is that my dick’s doing most of the thinking right now, and if she stands there any longer, I’m gonna have to listen to it. But just as I’m thinking about giving in and moving closer, Grace turns around.
“Okay, mister,” she says in an almost pouty voice. “Let’s work.”
She says it almost like she doesn’t believe I’m serious, and honestly, I don’t blame her. Nothing I’ve done so far could have really inspired her to have any faith in me.
“What’s our topic again?” I ask her. I know damn well what it is, I just want to screw with her. It’s fun watching her twist up her lips when she’s angry. This time she actually puts one hand on her hip like she’s feeling extra sassy.
“Are you telling me you don’t even—”
“Relax, princess,” I say with a chuckle. “I’m just fucking with you.”
I can tell she wants to say something but doesn’t. Instead, she glares at me. If looks could kill! Then, she turns to her desk and bends over to get something from her bag.
Fuck! I have to stop myself from actually saying it out loud.
She’s got those goddamn yoga pants on again, and with her bending over, I can see her panties. She’s wearing a thong. No, not a thong. More like a G-string. It’s barely even underwear, like a piece of floss going up her ass. Now, what is a virgin doing in something sexy like that?
Before I can get a real eyeful, she stands up and turns around, holding her notebook and book.
“Okay,” she says. “If you’re actually serious, let’s get started.”
“I’m ready,” I tell her as I take a seat on her bed. She just stands there looking at me.
“Really?” She asks.
“What?”
“The bed? You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“It’s more comfortable than those chairs,” I say, waving my hand dismissively toward her desk. “You should replace them with something better. That’s what I did.”
Grace just looks at me and I can see her mind working overtime as she tries to decide. Part of her wants to sit down – I can tell. She doesn’t want me to notice, but I do. She’s blushing. It’s barely noticeable, but it’s there. Finally, she sighs and sits down next to me.
Her scent fills my nostrils instantly and I almost lose it. Keeping up this nonchalant act is becoming harder by the second, just like something else…
This may be the most time I’ve ever spent around a girl I wanted to fuck before getting in her pants, and still, there’s no guarantee I’m getting in there tonight.
She’s so close to me I can her hear breathe. As she thumbs through her book, I run my eyes across the skin of her shoulder and neck and imagine what it would be like to close my lips around her and bite down, ever so slightly, just enough to make her gasp, before tossing her on her back and pulling those yoga pants down around her ankles.
I want to do dirty things to her. There’s nothing I want more right now than to turn Grace into my own personal slut – not anyone else’s. She’ll do all the things I want her to and I’ll introduce her to all of them.
I want to bend her over the bed, barely pull those pants down to her thighs, pull her panties aside and slide my dick into her, grab her by the hair and pull her head back so she can’t move – so she can’t do anything but take me inside her as I fuck her, burying my cock deep as I fill her with my cum.
She should have started talking about the project already, but I can see she’s stalling, pretending like she’s reading over her notes. A girl like her probably already has them memorized and doesn’t even need to take them. I can just tell she’s smart. But she’s stalling for a reason.
“I am sorry,” I say in almost a whisper. It gets her to look up and as we lock eyes I can see her defenses starting to fall. “I shouldn’t have bailed on you for class.”
There really was nothing I could do. When coach says jump, you jump. But she needs an apology and I do actually feel bad. And as I look into her eyes, I just can’t help myself.
I move in for the kiss – and she doesn’t back away. Every urge inside me is threatening to overwhelm me, and as our lips touch, I almost lose control.
She opens her mouth and I slide my tongue in. I run my left hand up her back and pull her toward me. Her breasts press against my chest and I can feel her heartbeat. It’s racing. Then she kisses back.
Hungrily, she pushes her tongue back against mine and slips one arm around my neck. She wants me. I’ve never been this fucking horny just by making out with a chick, but just as I’m sliding my hand up her shirt – the door opens.