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“Well, how many offers did you get Mr. Wessic?”

I turned around to see my World Literature professor, Mr. Holbrooke, standing by with a bottle of beer in his hand.

I smiled back at him and said, “No less than a dozen, sir. It’s a little overwhelming, to be honest with you.”

I then looked around and saw the rest of the gym was still busy with the evening festivities. This was our college graduation party, as humble as it was, and students, teachers and parents alike were dancing, chatting and drinking away.

Mr. Holbrooke took a sip of his drink and said, “Well, with skills like yours it should come as no surprise you’d become a professional football player. It’s like you were born to play in the NFL.”

“That’s too kind of you to say,” I replied. I myself took a bottle and drank. At least now I was old enough to legally drink and I wanted to enjoy the night. The next few weeks were going to be nothing but grueling training for my professional football career.

He shrugged and waved that notion off, “You’re too humble, Mr. Wessic. You deserve this opportunity, you know. You’re one of the best football players I’ve met and I’ve been teaching here for ten years. It doesn’t hurt either that you’re not a meathead like the others. Even without football you could still land a great career with your intelligence.”

“I can only hope so,” I told him. I was moving forward as a football player but I did just achieve a degree in Business Management and Accounting. “I have a few teams I might try-out for now that they gave me the offer.”

Mr. Holbrooke smiled and patted my shoulder, “Well, go have fun, okay? Congratulations and happy graduation.”

I watched as he took another gulp from his drink and walked away to converse with the other graduates. My own drink was running out and I headed over to the snack bar to pick up another bottle.

My plan was to just pass by, get some nachos and a bottle of beer so I could go back out and look for my friends. For a graduation party, this was a little boring. With my friends, we could at least shoot the shit and play video games or something. Some beer pong would be nice too.

“E-excuse me,” a soft, female voice called out from behind me.

I turned around and saw one of the cutest girls in the school, Emilia Van de Berg. She had dark brown hair and green eyes. Standing at five-feet-two she was a little petite girl with a tight frame – the kind of figure that made her curves just pop out. I just couldn’t help but stare down at her bubbly ass and her big, perky tits that pressed against her shirt.

“Oh, hi,” I greeted her. “Sorry, am I in the way?”

She sheepishly looked at me and smiled, “Yeah. Uhm, could you get me a bottle of beer?”

I grinned when I saw her cheeks flush red. It just made her all the more adorable and I felt this really strong urge to give her a tight hug – and feel those bombshell tits too. I nodded and grabbed a bottle, opened it and then handed it to her.

“Here you go,” I told her as she took it. “You’re a Hotel Management student, right?”

She took a sip, nodded and said, “Yep, that’s why we share a lot of the same classes. Well, I’m not a student anymore.”

“Yeah,” I offered a toast and our bottles clinked. “Congratulations, by the way. Is your family here?”

Emilia shook her head and looked at me with big, sad puppy eyes, “It’s just me, how about you?”

“It’s just me, as well,” I answered. I gestured towards the gym door, “I got some buddies outside but that’s just it. My parents are out on a business meeting in Prague.”

She looked at me with a raised eyebrow, “Prague? What kind of business do they own?”

I shrugged it off, “A lot but none that I really care about. Say, since no one’s with you, do you want to hang out with us instead?”

I saw her cheeks flush red. She thought about it for a second, and after another sip of her drink she nodded and said, “S-sure, why not? I’d love to spend some time with you guys. It’s better than hanging out here in the gym with no one to talk to. All my friends went out already with their parents.”

“Great,” I told her as I led her out of the gym. She wrapped her arm around mine and we strode on through until we caught up with a couple of my friends standing in a circle by the parking lot.

One of them was Marcus Phoenix. He was my classmate in Accounting and was set to become one of the world’s most devious bankers. Preston Maxwell was there too and he was also a friend and classmate but he recently decided he would focus his efforts on business acquisitions.

“Hey,” they all greeted when they saw Emilia and I coming towards them.

Marcus waved and smiled at her, “Oh, hello there. You’re Jackson’s sister, right? Weren’t we classmates in some subjects?”

Emilia nodded, “Yeah but mostly in the lesser minor subjects. I’m not a business or accounting grad. I took Hotel Management. I’m Emilia.”

Everyone welcomed her into the circle with a smile and even got to chit-chat a bit with her. Turned out she was one heck of a fun girl – had a thing for adventures like hiking or camping. She even admitted that she was always there during one of my football games.

It was a little shocking how I haven’t spent more time with her seeing as her brother, Jackson, was the very reason I got into college football in the first place. She lived in the dorm while he stayed at home so I guess that was a factor.

We wasted the night away, drinking beer and partying our last night together, and I found myself staring at Emilia. I was flabbergasted at how I didn’t really notice her before – she was drop-dead gorgeous and we were classmates for years but I never really paid any attention to her. Maybe I was just too distracted with all the cheerleaders and freshman babes that practically threw themselves at me.

To my surprise, she was staring back.

“I’m starting to feel a little tipsy,” she whispered into my ear. It was around two o’clock in the morning by then and even I was getting too intoxicated and sleepy. I had to stop drinking so I could still drive.

“Me too, actually,” I replied. “You want to get out of here?”

She shrugged, “Can you walk me to the bus stop?”

I chuckled and nodded, “Wait, where do you live? Let me drive you home. We can stop by a store and pick up some donuts on the way there.”

Emilia pointed at my friends, “Uhm, I live down by White River Bay. Won’t they mind?”

“Nah, they won’t give a flying fuck,” I assured her. “I’m going to hang out with them tomorrow anyway.”

She then agreed and we quickly bade farewell to my friends. I didn’t want to waste time explaining to them why I was leaving and they fortunately didn’t ask questions. I simply waved goodbye and walked Emilia over to my car.

Her jaw dropped the moment she saw what I was driving – it was the latest Aston Martin DB9. I intentionally bought this brand of car because I was a big James Bond fan. Bond always drove an Aston Martin so I just had to have one too.

“Come on, let me help you in,” I told her as I unlocked the passenger door. She took my hand and gently stepped inside.

I then stepped into the driver’s seat and drove us out of the parking lot. We kept silent but only until she couldn’t help herself from squealing in delight. I turned to her with a big smile on my face.

“What’s so exciting?” I had to ask.

Emilia bit down on her lip before she answered, “You really want to know?”

I nodded and then turned back to keep my eyes on the road.

“Who fucking cares, I’m drunk,” she said before she spilled the beans. “I kind of have a big crush on you. That’s why I’m always present at your football games.”

That made me smile and a warm feeling swelled in my chest. I turned to her and asked, “W-wait, you mean that? How come you’ve never told me?”

“How can I when you’re surrounded by legions of hot cheerleaders? They’ve got bigger tits than I do, they’re throwing themselves at you and they’re always around you. How can I compete with those?”

For a moment I felt a little sorry. Here she was, this cute hot chick who’s had a crush on me for so long but I never gave her the time of day until now. I had all those moments with the usual college whores but here was a girl who genuinely liked me.

An idea then popped into my head. I took a sudden right turn and Emilia grabbed my arm when she noticed we weren’t heading towards White River Bay.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

I pointed ahead to the tree lines. The main highway branched off and I took a small dirt road leading directly into the woods. There was a small park nearby and some camping grounds but I was intending on taking her just a little beyond those areas.

“I want to show you something,” I then answered as soon as I was sure we were on the right road.

Emilia’s face scrunched up in confusion, “What would you want to show me here? Nobody hangs out around here anymore.”

“That’s kind of the point,” I answered her as I continued to drive deep into the woods. The overhead canopy of trees began to grow so thick even the bright moonlight couldn’t pierce through much. It was so dark I had to rely solely on the lights of my car to keep going forward.

Finally, we reached a small glade where the moonlight could shine down. There was a giant boulder. As soon as we stepped out of the car I pointed it to her and explained, “I used to hang out here with some friends. This is the place we’d go to for a drink and to just unwind.”

“B-but why’d you bring me here?” she asked.

I pulled her by the hand and took her underneath the shade from the large boulder, “You want me to be honest with you too? I kind of felt bad knowing you’ve had this crush on me but we never got to hang out.”

“So what, you’re giving me a pity-date to celebrate our graduation?” she looked at me with a disappointed look.

I frantically shook my head and explained, “N-no, it’s nothing like that. Sure, I feel sorry and all but come on, who wouldn’t want to date you? You’re like so damn fucking hot.”

“Y-you’re just playing with me,” she said with a nervous laugh. Even then she took her place and sat down and I grabbed a couple of bottles from the car. I opened one quickly and handed one to her.

“I’m not kidding,” I said as I plopped down beside her and took a sip of my drink. “I really think you’re hot. I’d do you in a heartbeat.”

Her jaw dropped and she smacked me on the shoulder, “You’d ‘do me in a heartbeat’ sounds so creepy and perverted.”

“I know, that’s why I said it,” I said with a chuckle and she laughed along. I then casually wrapped my arm around her and snuggled her closer to me. “I want to make up for lost time.”

I didn’t know if it was because we were getting drunk, if I was just freaking horny being with such a hot little woman like her in the woods or a mixture of both but I just kept on bringing her closer and closer to me.

To my ever-loving surprise, she never tried to wiggle out. Instead, she chugged down on her beer, tossed the bottle to the side, and turned around to straddle my lap. Before I knew what was going on our lips clashed and she was sliding out of her shirt.

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What was I doing? Was I naked? Fuck… yes, I remember now. Here I was, on Damon’s lap, making out with the hottest guy on the damn planet. His hands were on my hips and on my tits. I could feel the warmth and wet touch of his tongue as he licked into my ear and down my neck.

When I looked up I could see his short, dark blonde hair and blue eyes staring back at me. I could see, even in the dim light of the moon, the square line of his jaw and the ripples of muscles across his chest, arms and abs. Somehow my dream of spending even just one moment with this handsome hunk had come true. I should have prodded him a long time ago – I recalled a moment way back when he stood in front of me in the cafeteria line. I should have taken advantage of that moment then instead of now.

My head was a blur and I felt my mind drown in alcohol and the swelling pool of lust grew heavy in my chest. I’ve dreamt of this moment for so long but now that it was coming true I didn’t know what the fuck I should do.

I leaned in and gave him a kiss. Damon responded with a torrid push of his tongue and he buried it into my mouth. I sucked on his tongue as I let him push me with the intensity of his passion.

Yet as I began to grind and sway on his lap I realized that despite the cold bite of the evening air I was sweating. Between my legs, I felt intense heat swelling from within and I could feel my pussy begin to moisten.

A heavy knot began to form in my gut as I slipped out of my jeans and now sat naked on his lap. I felt so exposed and uncertain of myself but when he pulled me in and sucked on my nipples all I could do was moan out to wash away all my worries.

“Oh shit, ooh shit,” I mumbled utter nonsense when he nibbled down on the tips of my nipples.

I simply shut my eyes and allowed him to take control. Before I could see what he was doing, he had his cock out and the sight of it made me nervous. It was gigantic – I had my fair share of sex before but never had I encountered such a monstrous thing in my life. The girth and length of it would break me.

“You’re quiet,” he whispered when he noticed I had stopped moving and my eyes were affixed on his meat.

I bit down on my lips and gave him the naughtiest look I could muster, “You’ve got a big tool down there.”

“I know,” he said with an evil grin, “and it’s about time I got to use it on you. Come here, you little sexy bitch.”

Oh fuck me… calling me a bitch flipped a switch and turned me on. I couldn’t help but lean in and bury him in kisses as I began to grind my aching, wet pussy against his dick. It was already pretty erect and I reveled in the pleasure of its stiffness pressing against my soft flesh.

Slap!

“Aah! Fuck!” I howled out when he slapped my ass. The impact made me jump and he took that short window of opportunity to grab his cock and aim it at between my legs. When I wanted to descend back down he thrust up and penetrated through my pussy folds.

My mind shattered when I felt the enormous size of his cock ripping through my walls. It was like being a virgin having sex for the first time all over again. I could literally feel his shaft tunneling through me and my pussy, in return, squeezed tight on his meat.

“Ooh, aah, ah, ah,” I moaned out loud as he penetrated through, thrusting his enormous cock into me. I welcomed it and began to pump up and down on his lap, allowing his thrusts to go deeper and faster with each passing second.

His heavy hand slapped my ass once more, making me moan even louder and more often. His fingers dug deep into my skin and in return I clawed at his back and combed my fingers through his hair, desperately looking for something to hang onto as he plowed his way into me. When I tried to lift my head up to look at him, he brought me back down with a bite on my tits and a ravaging series of kisses on my neck and chest.

“Oh Damon,” I whispered under a weak breath. “F-fuck me, please… it’s so good. Don’t ever stop.”

I finally had him.

Even if this was just for a moment, just for a night, I finally had Damon right here in my arms. No, it was even better than that – I was literally on his lap and he was fucking my brains out. I’d been looking his way for four years and now, on our last day, I got to spend time with him. I wasn’t going to let this night die out with a whimper.

Damon did not disappoint. Maybe all that sex with those cheerleaders really did help him become the monstrous sex machine. He definitely had the body for one too.

He pushed me off his lap and laid me down on the grass, my back against the damp ground. Quickly he spread my legs and raised one high as he guided his cock back into me. I welcomed it with my cries of wild pleasure and he rewarded me with a squeeze of my breasts.

“Come on, baby, let’s do this,” he whispered with a grunt when he jerked his cock all the way in me. With that sudden thrust I felt a strange blend of pain and ecstasy wash over me and for a second I thought I was going to fall unconscious. I only managed to keep my mind awake because of the pain that rang through my body with each thrust he pushed forward.

It took a while for me to get used to this position and to my surprise, he didn’t let me stay that way for long. Damon turned me over and began to fuck me sideways – in this position he easily found a mean to once again devour me with his kisses and I welcomed them each time.

Right when I was enjoying this new style he once again shifted things. He lied down on his back and I knew what I had to do – I got on top and grabbed his cock. Gently I guided his meat between my legs and I rode on his shaft like a wild cowgirl on a horse. I continued to toy with my body, popping his finger into my mouth and I sucked on it when he did, and I surrendered my will to him as I began to swirl with his cock deep inside me.

In this position, I was in complete control. I managed to bounce on top of him with a regular rhythm, even when he was getting giddy and would begin thrusting his way up into me. It didn’t take long for me to begin feeling a heavy ball in my gut and between my legs. My whole body was beginning to shudder and my eyes rolled as I struggled with the sensation of pure bliss surging through my body.

“F-fuck… I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” I began to moan out.

“Come on then. I want you to cum,” he told me as he pinched my nipples.

He didn’t need to tell me twice. As soon as I heard those words, I let go. My juices flowed and I got him all wet. My orgasm took over every inch of my body and I couldn’t help but suddenly feel so tired afterward.

It turned out he was waiting for me to go limp and weak with exhaustion. As soon as he felt my body collapse from the sheer power of my release he pushed me off and lay me, belly down, on the ground. With his strong hands he grabbed my hips and raised my ass high but he pushed my face deeper down onto the wet grass.

“Face down, ass up,” he told me as he gave my ass cheeks a soft pat.

“Fuck me,” I begged him. I even wiggled my ass to entice him. I heard him chuckle in joy and he gave me one last smack on the ass before he plunged his cock once more deep into my pussy, but now from behind, doggystyle.

“Ah, ah, ah!” I began to moan out in short bursts, like a dog barking and yapping. I truly was a bitch now, I guessed.

But then his thrusts became more jerky, a little more violent and sudden. I felt him drive his cock into me like a jackhammer that was on full throttle – as soon as he did I felt all my remaining strength drain from me.

I just lay there, drooling and moaning as he fucked my brains out. It didn’t even occur to me until later on that he had spilled all his hot seed deep in me. I was so full of his cum that it oozed out and dripped down the side of my legs.

When he was spent he grabbed me by the hair and emptied the last few drops in my mouth. I swallowed and looked up at him with a sense of euphoria flooding my senses. I was just happy to have had this moment with him.

After that, we spent a few minutes cuddled there, underneath the stars and the moon, until our drunken stupor had worn off. I was suffering from a mild headache and Damon complained of a light hang over but he managed to drive me home anyway.

I didn’t crash down on the living room floor of my apartment. I simply stood by the front door and watched with a smile as he drove off into the distance. I knew I might never see him again. I knew we might never get together. We were done with college and it was time to move on with life and our careers. He was going to be this big, successful businessman and NFL player. I was going to be moping around here hoping my degree would get me a job.

Five minutes passed after he drove away and I was finally beginning to feel sleepy beyond control. With a hopeful spark, I gazed out into the horizon one last time and sent a flying kiss out, hoping my love and affection for him would somehow reach him.

Sure that he wouldn’t return, I shut the door and plopped down on the couch to sleep. It wasn’t until the next day that I forgot to ask for his number or any other means to contact him. Fuck it – I could just search for a way online.

As I laid down my mind started to fill with worries. How many times did he cum in me? Do I need to take contraceptives or something? I pondered about getting some pills but then I recalled I just had my period a few days ago.

I counted the days. One of my classmates did say that the safest time for sex was the first week before and after menstruation so I guess I was safe.

There was no way I’d get pregnant… right? Satisfied that I was unlikely to get pregnant I tossed my phone down to the floor and dozed off to sleep.