Chapter 1

Liza

 

 

Yes. This was the outfit. It screamed ‘fuck me,’ and though certainly not my typical look, tonight was different. Tonight, I wanted to party like my peers had been doing all along. For four long years I had been the consummate good girl in college. Now, I was set to graduate in a couple of weeks and wanted to make sure I had one wild memory to take with me.

Instinctively, I pulled down the tiny black skirt, but quickly reminded myself it was supposed to be short. It covered my ass—but just barely. The tight black top was covered with sparkles and made me feel daring. It covered little and was so tight that even what was covered was exposed because my tits were so perfectly outlined. I pulled out the black booties, threw on a couple of long, dangly necklaces and declared that I looked absolutely fuckable.

To make sure I sold the look, I went heavy on the black eyeliner. Wait until Hallie sees me, I mused, as I smiled at myself in the mirror.

A knock on my dorm door grabbed my attention.

“Coming.”

When I pulled open the door, Hallie let out a long whistle.

“Damn! Liza Summers, I knew there was a sexy bitch in there, but I didn’t know you were this hot! I kind of want to fuck you myself!”

I giggled before spinning around.

“Will it be enough?”

“Girl, every guy at the party will be hoping to take you home. You better stick close to me. I can’t have some caveman hauling you off.”

“I hope so. This is my last chance to be completely wild and carefree. If all goes well, I’ll be teaching math to impressionable little kids in just a few months. There is no way I’ll get away with this outfit then.”

She rolled her eyes before grabbing my hand and pulling me down the hall. “Just because you’re teaching little kids doesn’t mean you need to turn into a nun. There is something called weekends you know. Now come on, let’s go have some fun.”

“Are you sure these guys are going to be okay with me tagging along? They usually avoid me like the plague. Being the coach’s daughter is the kiss of death. It’s just as bad as being the preacher’s daughter.”

She laughed, saying, “I doubt anyone is going to recognize you. If they do, just say you won’t tell if they don’t.”

“Damn straight I’m not going to tell. My dad would kill me if he saw me dressed like this, then kill me again if he knew what I planned on doing tonight.”

Hallie stopped in the hallway and looked at me, both hands on her hips.

“None of the guys on the football team are gonna go running to your daddy to tell him what you did. He’s their coach, the guy that can make their lives hell, remember? Relax and let’s have some fun, girl!”

“I’m so ready for that!”

“This party is going to be wild. If you need me, find me or text me. Let loose, girl, and party!”

I giggled at the image of me letting loose and acting like she did every weekend. I had played the role of a studious good girl for so long that this was going to be strange. Strange, but fun. I promised myself this was my one last hurrah before it was time to return to the real world and what all of that meant. One night wouldn’t hurt my reputation or destroy my future.

“Wow,” I muttered as we walked into the house. There were scantily clad women everywhere. Young men, most of them the athletes from school, were raucously drinking and shouting. It was a scene I was very unfamiliar with.

“Yeah, wow. Get your fine ass in there, girl, and have some fun,” Hallie said, lifting her arms and swaying her body. “We need drinks!” she yelled.

Out of thin air, two red cups filled with some blue liquid materialized and were thrust at us.

“Drink up, ladies,” said a young man as he handed us the cups.

Hallie took one of the cups and started drinking. I took the other and took a sip.

“No way, girl. Drink. Slam it,” Hallie ordered.

I took a deep breath and did as she instructed. It wasn’t more than a few minutes before another cup was put in my hand. I followed Hallie around, sipping the blue juice for several minutes as we scanned the room.

My eyes traveled around the area packed with gyrating bodies and loud music. In a corner, I found my target. Milo Pastek was sitting in a big overstuffed chair. A young lady, one of the cheerleaders, was draped over his body. Milo didn’t look all that interested, however. He actually looked bored.

I watched him for several long minutes as he batted away the woman’s hands. Milo was a playboy, and everyone on campus knew it. He wasn’t handsome in the classical sense, but there was something about him that made the panties drop whenever he walked into the room. Everyone knew his hair tended to be a strawberry blond color when he allowed it to grow out. It was his trademark. No one dared called the man a ginger. He was all lean muscle and one of the best quarterbacks the university ever had.

He would likely go pro very soon. As I watched the man, I made up my mind. Milo was going to be my one-night-stand. That other bitch would have to scoot along.

I slammed the rest of my drink and sauntered towards him, already feeling very buzzed from the first one. I hoped I looked sexy as I walked and not drunk. I caught his eye as I moved towards him, his blue eyes were practically crystal clear. They were intimidating, but I didn’t let it throw me off.

“Move,” I said, with as much haughty authority as I could muster. “This one’s mine.”

The cheerleader looked at me in shock. Leaning over, I put my lips on Milo’s and kissed him before shoving my tongue into his mouth.

“You bitch!” I heard the other girl say before she scrambled off my victim’s lap and left us alone. We continued to kiss for several long seconds before he put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me back.

“We should go somewhere else,” he said, in a gruff voice.

Reaching my hand down between his legs, I cupped him, delighted by what I felt.

“That would be a very good idea,” I agreed.

Clutching my hand in his much bigger one, he dragged me from the busy room and pulled me up the stairs. He pushed open a door, checked to make sure it was empty and pulled me inside.

Immediately, it was on. The man’s hands were huge. They were roaming my body, feeling my breasts, rubbing over my sides and down my thighs as his mouth covered mine. My heart raced. Partly from the daring nature of the whole thing, but mostly because the man was a fucking wizard with his mouth.

He pushed me against the wall, yanking my skirt up around my waist.

“No fucking panties,” he breathed out. “Holy shit.”

I smiled against his mouth, feeling bold. Hallie had dared me to do it.

His mouth dropped to my neck as his hand moved between my thighs.

“You came here tonight to get fucked, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

He shoved a finger inside me, causing me to gasp at the invasion. It didn’t take long for him to get my juices flowing—quite literally.

“You want me to fuck you?” he asked, spinning me around to face the wall.

“Yes,” I grunted, as those huge hands kneaded my ass, spreading the cheeks as he did.

“I’m going to fuck you then,” he whispered against my ear.

I nodded in agreement. Did he need me to sign a fucking waiver? I was feeling desperate. His hands moved down the back of my thighs, squeezing and rubbing as his mouth moved over the back of my neck.

“Off,” he grunted as he unzipped my skirt, pulled it down, and let it drop. The cool air in the room brushed over my bareness.

Grabbing the hem of my sparkly top, he pushed it up. I lifted my arms and let him pull it over my head. I stood there, completely naked, except for the heeled booties.

“Turn around,” he demanded.

I turned, fighting the urge to cover myself with my arms.

“Damn, you’re fucking hot,” he muttered, before reaching out and cupping my breasts.

“And you have too many clothes on,” I pointed out, feeling emboldened by the look in his eyes and the alcohol racing through my system.

“Let’s fix that,” he stepped away and stripped out of the cargo shorts he was wearing before yanking his shirt over his head. His sneakers were kicked to the side.

I licked my lips as I studied his nearly naked body. He looked like a Greek God.

“Do you like what you see?”

I nodded. “I do.”

He lunged towards me, his mouth claiming my lips as he slammed his body against mine, pushing me against the wall. I managed to get one of my hands between our bodies and cupped his hard dick through his briefs.

Oh shit.

He was big. I should have known that the rumors were true. He was big all over. I suddenly got very nervous. I had been with plenty of men, but he was definitely the biggest, in every way. He towered over me, his chest was twice as wide as mine, and his arms were the size of my thighs.

“Don’t worry,” he whispered. “I’ll be gentle.”

I shook my head, telling him no without saying the words. I slid my hand under the waistband of his briefs and stroked him before giving his hard cock a firm squeeze.

He groaned and devoured my mouth. His hand started to work my pussy, readying me for his huge dick. I could feel my own wetness on the inside of my thighs. His breath was coming faster and faster. He was ready.

“Now,” I demanded. “Fuck me, now,” I said, with as much force as I could.

He stepped away, shimmied out of his briefs and told me to turn around. I did as he asked.

“Bend over; it will be easier this way,” he mumbled behind me.

I did as he asked. My arms stretched out on either side of me, with my hands splayed against the wall. I braced myself, preparing for him to slam into me.

Instead, he worked his hands over my butt, opening me wide before gently pushing his dick against me. He used a hand to rub the tip of his cock over my opening, over that most sensitive area that was making me wetter with each rub.

I moaned low in my throat and moved my hips, trying to pull him in. I wasn’t worried anymore. I needed him inside me.

He got the message and slowly pushed in, stretching my opening. I winced at the initial pinch of pain, but it didn’t take long before the orgasmic feelings started to flood my body and ease his way in.

“Holy fuck, you’re wet. God damn,” he grunted, pushing in further.

Another moan escaped my throat as he filled me. I couldn’t take the slow entrance another second. I wiggled my hips and pushed against him.

“You want it all?” he grunted, one hand on my hips and another in the middle of my back.

“Yes! Dammit! All of it, now. Please,” I begged, feeling a climax coming.

He pushed his way in, all the way home. My body shivered and twitched at the invasion. I could feel him pulsing inside me. It was better than any vibrator.

I leaned my head back, arching my back and pulling his cock in a little deeper.

“Fuck,” he grunted and started moving inside me.

I wanted it to last, but my body had other plans. I could feel the spiraling sensation working up through my toes, making my legs quiver as it spread up and throughout my body. I started moving and cumming on his dick buried deep inside me. He moved behind me, thrusting in, drawing out the pleasure. I felt him jerk against me, his hips slamming against my ass, and then the hot liquid bursting inside.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he whispered against the back of my neck. “I’m just getting started. Your pussy is too good to have only once.”

He pulled out, slapped my bare ass and pulled me to the small bed in the room. I lay down, thankful to get off my still shaking legs. He flopped down on the bed, lying on his back. “Ride me.”

I smiled and crawled on top, then rode him until my body was arching with another orgasm. I planned to fuck him all night long. In the morning, this wouldn’t matter. It would be a memory I could look back on with a very satisfied smile. For now, I was going to live in the moment.