But I Wasn't The Only One

But I wasn’t the only one.

Behind Blake there was a crash and a feminine giggle along with a man who gasped, asking the girl if she was okay. Blake’s eyes went wide and he stepped forward, pushing against me and then spinning to one side, his hand pressed against the wall as we peered through the bushes while two figures stumbled into the clearing.

Blake pressed up against the wall and I froze, my eyes going wide as my hands yanked down my dress and fixed the rest of my clothing. He was next to me on my right, his back pressed up against the brick behind me, with the clearing in front of us and on the left the path we came from.

That meant that as the new couple stumbled forward they moved right past us and it was dark but still we could see enough. I could see enough to see them, an anonymous man and a woman who was anything but to me.

Girl-Kim was obviously a little tipsy, but obviously putting it on a bit at the same time. Playing up all the aspects that you’d commonly see in a way that someone who had never really been fully drunk would. She looked like she was putting on a show and only when I saw the guy who she was with did I really understand why that would be the case.

Because while he wasn’t young, he was obviously a freshman. Built in the same kind of way that Blake was, broad shoulders and that kind of ‘sports star who is here on a scholarship’ good looks. He looked like a bit of a douche, if I’m being honest, though to his credit he was at least concerned for girl-Kim, reaching for her when she stumbled and trying to keep her upright. A move that she took full advantage of when she grabbed him by the lapels of his shirt and pulled him into her.

He tried to say something but she silenced him with her lips, pressing them with the eager urgency of a woman on a mission. I watched as her lips parted and her tongue reached out to flick against his lips, him parting them to let her inside as she moaned for him and they spun in the darkness, her hands moving from his lapels to push his jacket off and feel at his body through his shirt.

“Oh I love a man who can take charge,” she whimpered while she took his hands and put them on her body, “And god I love frosh week.”

She was guiding him, obviously the one who was calling the shots here but he wasn’t going to be the one to stop things. There was an eagerness to the way that he touched her, his fingers flicking out and flexing from time to time and his eyes going wide as she put his hands on her ass and then slid her hands around to play with his belt.

“Yeah that’s it, baby,” she moaned, “Grab my ass. Grab it hard. Just like I like.”

The **** was a pretense for her. She was using it to cover her actions and cover her ass in a way that was maybe the complete opposite of how his hands were now.

Because the students in her position, the frosh week guides and the RAs in dorms and all the rest of it, weren’t supposed to be fraternizing with the student body quite so much. They were supposed to keep us at a distance. They were supposed to keep their wits about them. They weren’t, in short, supposed to fuck us.

But that was what she obviously intended, her flirty behavior being taken to an entirely new level as the sound of his zipper being drawn down cut like a knife through the air and I watched him tense while she slipped her hand inside his pants and around his cock.

“You like that, don’t you? Naughty boy,” she cooed, the pretense of her slur slipping away as her hands slipped up and down the length of his cock, “You like having an older woman wrap her fingers around you and stroke nice and long and slow.”

“Oh god Kim,” he moaned for her, “Your hand feels so good.”

“You think my hand feels good?” she teased, “Wait until you feel my mouth.”

I watched transfixed as she slipped to her knees and while she did his pants slid down his legs. In the dark of the night I could still make out the sight of him as he came into view in the moment before she swallowed him whole.

“That’s so hot,” I whispered to no one, forgetting who was beside me and forgetting that he would answer.

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