69 with Christina

“What are you suggesting?” Christina asks, an uncertain look in her eyes.

“Well, if she’s stealing all your guys, you’d probably best get back at her, by, well, sleeping with guys she’s into.”

“You can’t be serious,” she says doubtfully. “That seems… immature.”

“It’s 69 day,” you say. “Come on, if you don’t even manage to do that today, then Annalise will gloat over you forevermore.” Maybe not strictly true, but it seems to be the right button to press in this instance.

“I guess so…” she says, still not fully convinced, but you give her a reassuring smile.

“Come on, it’ll be fun…” you say, and leaning close to her, you breathe into her ear: “… and sexy, too.”

She gives you a small smile at that, and you take her by the hand, pulling her towards East Hall. Your lunches, mostly eaten, go into the bin.

As you pass by the Hall Lounge, you see Annalise still sitting in the back. She looks up to see you and Christina; you give her a friendly wave, but she only stares at Christina as the two of you head over to your room. Christina turns to you and you see a look on her face that’s distinctly different from what you’ve seen before—it’s excitement, with a touch of determination.

In your room, there’s no time to exchange words as kisses are thrown instead. Her soft lips lock against yours, and you wrap your arms around her slim body, kissing her back. She lifts her head slightly, giving you access to front of her neck, and you plant kisses down the length of her body, pushing her against your bed.

You lift her crop top off, revealing the sports bra beneath, and your roaming hands find purchase on them, light caresses gradually turning into firm squeezes as she begins to undress you. She places a hand on your chest, keeping it there for a moment, as if savouring the feel.

“You like it?” you ask, and she blushes a little, head dipping a fraction. “Wait until you actually see the body in motion,” you whisper, and you feel her nipples stiffen under your hands.

You take advantage of the moment, discarding her clothes below, leaving her with nothing on but a hair tie and socks. Bookends, you think, before your hands move down, securing her hips as you go down on her.

She gasps, and you look up. Your tongue had only barely skirted the edges of her labia. How sensitive is she?

“I’ve just… never been eaten out,” she says, looking a bit embarrassed. “No guy has ever done it for me before.”

“Oh, but a girl has?” you reply, raising an eyebrow before dipping your head back down, intent on giving her an experience that future guys will have trouble matching.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see her shaking her head, and a moment later, you feel a soft hand wrapping around your cock. Her mouth follows soon after, apprehensively giving your shaft a lick. She gets over whatever was holding her back soon though, and within the minute is giving you the hard and deep treatment that you deserve.

Though it’s already the second time you’ve received a blowjob today, the feeling is no less visceral this time around. Her mouth gives you life, the warm cavern expanding until it fills your entire mind, and you want nothing more than for to just keep going.

On your side, you’re giving her the best treatment you possibly can, working gymnastic wonders within those folds of hers. She reacts appropriately, letting out a string of soft moans as you get things just right. You sense that she’s coming close to the edge, but her hand on your shaft suddenly accelerates, pumping it for all that it’s got.

You cum first. There’s a moment’s surprise as she freezes, but then she begins to lap up your cum, drinking it down—or at least, providing a nice tight, hot receptacle for your cum. You power through the orgasm, your fatigued tongue continuing to operate at full speed, and you push her over the brink too, leaving you with a very sweaty Christina who insists on moaning your name into your abs. Her hand squeezes you tight as she rides out the orgasm, waves of bliss shuddering through her body, and the two of you lay on the bed for a time afterwards, simply enjoying the company of one another.

“Fuck, I’ve been missing out on a lot,” she says, and you laugh, still tasting her musk in your mouth.

“That can be rectified,” you say, and she nods, content to rest on the bed.

You feel like you could stay all day, do more, but the clock is your enemy. It tells the time true, and it tells you that you have a chemistry class coming soon. You roll off the bed with a sigh, and begin dressing yourself again, letting Christina know of the bad news. She frowns, but follows after you, and soon you begin to go over to class.

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