“I dare you to spend an hour with me… in private”

“I dare you to spend an hour with me… in private,” you say.

“How daring of you,” Mars smiles, collecting her darts. “Or are you just calling it a night because you know this is your lucky break? I bet you’re just scared of getting more dares from me.”

“I could keep going all night,” you say brashly. “You’re just questioning me because you’re scared to take my dare.”

“You wish,” Mars laughs. “But I’m not a wimp. You want an hour with me? I’ll give you an hour.”

With that, she meaningfully picks up her phone and sets a timer for an hour, getting up from her seat.

“I’ve still got to settle the bill,” you say, as Mars begins to walk towards the exit.

“Well, you’d better hurry, because time is ticking away,” she smiles.

You follow Mars back to her dorm room in the hall. The place is about as messy as you’d expect, and Mars gives you an apologetic smile as she moves some laundry off the bed and into a closet.

“So, we’ve got the privacy that you wanted. Want to chat and do some homework?” she asks, pulling some notes out of her desk. She skims the page, glancing over its top at you. There’s something seductive about the act, like a sexy librarian peering over the rim of her glasses. Even in regular streetwear, Mars is just too damn hot.

“Uh… I was envisioning something different,” you say.

Mars laughs and sets her notes aside.

“Oh yeah?” she asks.

You join her by the desk and slip a hand around her shoulder.

“I was envisioning something more like… this,” you say.

With a light tug from your arm, you bring her close to you, giving her a brief kiss. Like all the other times you kiss her, even the briefest brush of your lips against hers is electric, jolts of pure energy invigorating your body that leave you hungry for so much more. You instinctively lick your lips as you back away from Mars, hoping to the highest heavens that you haven’t overstepped your bounds. Mars smiles.

“You know,” she says, “I was envisioning something more like.. this.”

She kisses you back, but this time, it’s none of that chaste middle school half-a-second of contact. This is a true lip lock, passion entwined with passion, a kiss to make even the French jealous. You hold onto her tight, the two of you making out all the way to the bed, where you lay Mars down on the bed and begin stripping off her clothing.

“Is this what you were envisioning too?” you ask.

“You between my legs, showing me your oral talents?” Mars smiles, knowing fully well that wasn’t what you were envisioning. “Yeah, I might have dreamed of that once or twice.”

“Well, I’m not one to deny a girl of her dreams,” you say.

You smirk and kiss her thighs, taking your agonizing time shifting upwards. You’re going to make this brunette beauty question her sanity by the end of the night. You leave one kiss on her right thigh while you rub her left, and then you switch sides, and back again, gradually moving up. You inch closer and closer to her pussy, until you get within striking range of it, and then you move up—way up past her waist to her tits, planting soft kisses across her breasts, causing her to mewl in frustration.

“Patience, Mars,” you smile.

She pouts at you. You cheerily smile on as you kiss her tits. Satisfied with the way her nipples have hardened, you trail kisses downwards, taking your sweet time down the flat of her belly, down to her waist, kissing small circles around that shaved region that you hold to be sacred, the faintest bikini tan line visible on her skin.

“You know, we should spend some time at the pool together,” you say, lazily rubbing a hand across that line.

“You should spend some time eating me out,” Mars gasps, as your fingers drift closer to her pussy.

You pause, looking her in the eye, and you grin. You make a show of lowering your head, dropping it closer and closer to her gleaming pussy. From here you can see the wet spot that she’s beginning to leave on the bed, the sure sign of her arousal. You hear her breathing pick up as you’re only an inch away, close enough that if you stuck out your tongue, you’d be more than inside her already. With controlled precision, you approach her pussy, getting closer and closer without touching her…

And then you circle down and begin kissing her thighs again.

“Motherfucker,” Mars groans, arching her waist at you, wanting so desperately to receive you.

“Patience,” you whisper, kissing up the length of her thigh.

You begin moving up at a steady rate, but once again, as you make your final approach, you slow down to a glacial pace, making low noises as you find the inner corners of her pelvis oh-so-interesting. You kiss either side of her pussy, alternating left and right, left and right, each kiss a hairsbreadth closer to your final destination, until at long last, you plant a featherlight kiss upon her womanhood.

“Oh, yes, Alex!” Mars moans.

Your mouth is too busy to form a coherent reply. You take your time exploring this spot down below, your tongue brushing into her slick folds. Mars tastes different from the bar, but not necessarily in a bad way. Her musk is heavy, and you eagerly lap up her juices, urging more to come gushing out.

With steady strokes of your tongue, you find a rhythm that seems to please Mars, judging by the indelicate sounds that she makes. You experiment with trying to stick your tongue as deep into Mars as possible, but your tongue is no substitute for a cock; it doesn’t go as deep, nor does it seem to pleasure her like you’d want it to. So instead, you concentrate on doing the best that you can, licking the surface waves of her quim.

“That’s it, that’s good,” Mars says, her voice dripping with desire now.

You inwardly smile, keeping up the hard work. Slow strokes of your tongue are the name of the game, and you pepper in kisses between them, making sure that she’s getting all the love and attention that she could possibly want.

“Faster,” Mars begs. “Please, just go faster.”

“You don’t like being teased?” you say, glancing at her, rubbing your thumb against her folds.

“I thought I did,” Mars says, her face scrunching up. “But I am definitely having second thoughts now.”

You take that as your cue to speed things up. You don’t go a whole lot faster—that would ruin the fun—but you do accelerate, your tongue flicking back and forth across her with greater fluidity than before.

With each second that passes, you gradually speed up more, and you feel the tension rising, her body getting more sensitive with each minute, her moans coming from frequently and rising in pitch.

“It’s building up to something so big, so good,” Mars gasps. “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop, don’t stop, it’s good…”

You keep going, maintaining the quick pace despite the slight soreness in your jaw. Pain is temporary. Glory is eternal. A minute ticks by, and then a second. Mars seems to be on the brink of cumming, so close, and you push yourself to get her there.

The ending is pure fireworks. Mars thrusts her hips straight into your face, screaming: “FUUUCCK! ALEX! ALEX! YEEES!”

She convulses on the bed, bucking wild as a bronco, cumming so hard that she looks dazed even in the midst of it. You hold on to her waist and she grabs on to you, gasping: “Holy shit what have you done to me, I’m cumming so hard, oh Alex…”

In the midst of her orgasm, her phone on the desk goes off, the timer from an hour ago finally making itself known. Mars doesn’t seem to notice it, instead gazing up into your face as she rides out the rest of her orgasm, until finally, she slumps back on the bed, drawing deep breaths.

You give her another kiss, and she kisses you back, this time a more tender thing, the burning desire that motivated her replaced with something sweeter.

“You’re… truly remarkable Alex,” she says, holding on to you. “Such a shame that the hour’s up.”

“I should have made the dare two hours instead,” you say ruefully.

“Perhaps,” Mars smiles weakly. “You know, I might have been down for more, but… fuck, you did such a good job, I don’t think I can go any further tonight. And I’ve still got a mountainload of work to do…”

“I’ll leave you to it,” you smile. “We’ll have to continue this some other day, yeah?”

“Call the cops if I say no,” Mars smiles back. “Because it would mean that somebody’s replaced me with a body double.”

“At this point, I think I’d be able to tell,” you say, giving a final teasing kiss to her thigh.

“Touché,” Mars smiles. “Now would you be a dear and hand me my clothes? Getting off this bed is going to be some struggle.”

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