College fun - part 1

Andre Jones was a 19 year old guy that had just arrived at college 2 days ago, and was already loving the freedom of having his own space to pursue his passion of high level sportsmanship. But even more, he was enjoying the perks of having a single room in the dorm, a rare privilege which allowed him to bring back company each night without worrying about any roommates.

Andre had a muscular chest, a product of countless hours in the gym, which flexed slightly under whatever t-shirt he wore, and he took pride in revealing his arms which were like steel bars of strong, firm muscle, accentuated with subtle veins whenever he flexed. Andre's physique was a result that came after years of dedication to sports and physical fitness, and it seemed that even genetically he had gotten lucky, as with his muscular frame, he also boasted a solid six-foot-four stature, giving him handy advantages which had allowed him to attain the sports scholarship that had brought him here, along with drawing some interested eyes of the opposite sex.

As for his personal style, he currently had his hair as cornrows, neatly braided and tipped with gold beads at the back of his neck, which paired well as they fell in line with his strong jawline. He had brown eyes, and what many would call a roguish smile. His skin was a deep, rich black, practically glowing with health and vitality, complimented further by the warm, earthy colour clothing he usually wore.

This morning he woke up in an unfamiliar bed, feeling the gentle warmth of the early morning sun filtering through the curtains and the softness of the bed beneath him. As he looked down, the girl he had shared a night of passion with still slept peacefully, Lucy was her name is morning brain slowly recalled. He could feel her small frame still nestled against his chest, her breathing even and deep. Her blonde hair fanned out on the pillow next to his head, and he took a moment to appreciate the peacefulness of the scene, thinking back to how much of a contrast it was to her screams of pleasure as she rode him, or when he had her pinned up against the wall, and she had to bite down on his shoulder to avoid waking the entire block.

He attempted to gently disentangle himself from her embrace, not wanting to wake her just yet. However, Lucy woke up before he could get out of her bed fully. She stretched, arching her back in a way that made her breasts press into his side, and her blue eyes blinked open, looking up at him with a sleepy smile. "Morning," she murmured, her voice thick with the remnants of sleep.

"Morning", Andre replied, smiling down at her. "So, last night was pretty fun." He said, his voice low and gravelly from both the passion of the night before and morning voice.

Lucy's smile grew, "It was more than fun, it was amazing." She sat up and leaned over him, her medoum-sized breasts swaying slightly with the movement. "But now we need to talk about something I should have mentioned last night," she said, her voice serious.

"About what?" he asked, suddenly curious.

"Look, I know we had a great time last night," she said, her eyes searching his face for a reaction. "But I don't do serious dating or exclusive hook-ups."

Andre propped himself up on one elbow, looking at her intently. "What are you trying to say?"

Lucy sighed and looked down at her hands, which were playing with the edge of the sheet. "I had a good time, but I'm not interested in dating you, or being entirely exclusive. I'm sorry if that's something you were expecting, but it's a non-negotiable for me." She looked back up at him, her gaze steady.

He nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I get that. But what makes you think I'm not the same?" He asked, with a grin forming on his face.

Lucy shrugged. "I dunno, some people have expectations after hooking up. I just don't want to be tied down right now, and want to keep seeing who I want." She replied, "Although it seems I didn't need to worry, seems you're pretty similar."

"You're right on that, I also prefer to just have some fun, and hey, we can keep it casual as friends. Plus, it's not like I don't get anything out of it." He winked, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

They both laughed, the tension in the room dissipating. Andre leaned in and gave her a kiss, a soft, gentle kiss that spoke more of friendship than the passion they had shared the previous night. "And hey, if you fancy it, don't be shy to tell some other good-looking guys how much fun I was," she suggested with a wink, "am always on the lookout for some more fun bed buddies."

"Haha sure thing love, and likewise. But for now, I'll get us some coffee," he offered, swinging his legs out of bed. "You stay put, you look too good to move."

Lucy giggled, a hint of pink tinting her cheeks. "Thanks," she said, watching him as he pulled on his boxers. He grabbed his jeans and slid them on, the fabric hugging his muscular thighs as he moved. She couldn't help but admire his body; it was clear that he took care of himself, and she enjoyed the results plenty last night, as well as the view this morning.

As Andre opened the Kitchen door in Lucy's flat, he was met by an unexpected sight; a stunning girl in the shared kitchen, who turned to look at him when hearing someone enter. After a moment’s hesitation, Andre leaned casually against the doorframe, eyes fixed on her exceptional body.

She stood before him in nothing but a thin lavender coloured silk robe and matching panties, that did little to conceal her assets, making her dark nipples clearly visible through the fabric as she froze in surprise. Their eyes locked for a few brief sections, before they descended in mutual appreciation, his gaze appraising her exceptional curves, round and firm breasts, hourglass figure with flairing hips; hers drinking in his shirtless torso with undisguised interest, eyes zeroing in on his 6-pack abbs before checking out his thick arms and round shoulders.

"So, you must be Lucy's guest from last night. I must say, you made quite the racket in there," she said with a smirk, making absolutely no effort to close her robe as she shifted her weight against the counter top. Her movement caused the silk to part further, revealing a tantalizing strip of bare skin from her neck down between the valley of her breasts.

Andre didn't bother hiding his stare. "And you must be one of her roommates." He responded nonchalantly, giving her a friendly smile. "Might I enquire as to your name?"

"Juvia," she offered, her dark green eyes framed by her long straight dark hair, travelled pointedly down his chest, lingering at the waistband of his jeans where his abbs ended, and the faint outline of his bulge was visible. "I don’t think I’ve seen you around campus, Mr…?"

"Andre," he replied, crossing his arms across his chest, which only accentuated his muscular build as his biceps flexed. "Yeah you wouldn’t have, this is my first year, and I only arrived within the last two weeks." He added.

Juvia's laughter was rich, and carried a knowing tone as she leveled her gaze to his face again. "Well, seems you’ve already had quite the welcoming to college life if last night was anything to go by. Now, why don’t you pick your eyes up so you can at least pretend to be looking at my face."

"Busted," Andre admitted with an unrepentant grin. "Although your face is incredibly attractive, I can’t lie and say I’m a man who appreciates some more... exhilarating views." He tipped his head and flicked his eyes down to her partially exposed bust.

Juvia smirked, running her fingers through her long dark brown hair. "Well, at least you’re an honest one." She said, casually twerling a strand of hair between two of her fingers.

"Always try to be," he said, watching as she stepped forward, until she was right in front of him, just a few inches separated his bare chest and her nose as she leaned forward, and with a teasing expression, reached past him for a mug in the cupboard, deliberately brushing her substantial chest against his bare arm as she did so. The contact sent a jolt like static through him, as her hard nipples grazed his skin through the silk.

"Coffee?" she offered, her voice light, the smell of freshly brewed dark roast filling the kitchen.

"Sure, if you’re making some. It’s why I came in here, to grab me and Lucy a cup." Andre said, settling onto a barstool at the counter, enjoying the view as she moved around the kitchen. Her bottom of her robe swished around her mid thighs, occasionally slipping up and revealing glimpses of the curve where her ass met her thighs.

"So," Juvia said, sliding a filled mug toward him, "I gather you and Lucy had quite the night."

Andre took a sip, eyebrow raised. "Were you eavesdropping the whole night? Hey, I don’t judge if that’s your thing."

"These walls here aren't exactly soundproof," Juvia replied with a twinkle in her eye, leaning forward on the counter so that her robe gaped open, giving him a clear view of the inner curves of her large breasts, as they then got pushed up by resting on the counter, creating a tantalizing display of cleavage. "Lucy's usually much more... reserved when she brings a guest over."

"Is that right?" Andre couldn't help the smirk that played across his lips at hearing that.

"Oh yeah," Juvia nodded, her tone conspiratioril. "I've never heard her call out 'don’t stop, don't you dare stop fucking me’ that many times in one night, or for that long throughout night. You must have some serious skills and stamina."

Andre shrugged with false modesty. "I just pay attention to what works."

"Mhmm," Juvia hummed appreciatively. "A man who pays attention. Rare breed on this campus."

"Speaking of paying attention," Andre said, changing the subject, "I think I saw you earliest in the week, you gave a presentation right? I think it was an analysis of 'The Duchess of Malfi'. Impressive how you managed to compress all the information down into a 30 minute presentation on 10 PowerPoint slides."

Juvia's eyes widened slightly in genuine surprise. "You were in that crowd, and actually listening? I thought everyone in there were just cataloging the dimensions of my ass." Which she decided to emphasis by turning around, and bending over slightly, making his mouth hang open slightly, before caught himself, and shook himself to clear his head, swallowing his surprise before responding.

"I’m good at multitasking," Andre countered with a grin. "Your point about power dynamics and female agency was spot on. Though I admit, I was also appreciating how those jeans hugged your curves."

Juvia laughed again, reaching for her phone on the counter. As she did, she stepped round until she was standing in front of him again, raising one hand, and deliberately traced her finger along his forearm, tracing the edges of his muscles. "Most guys don't even pretend to care about my academic opinions."

"Their loss," Andre said, genuinely interested in her presentation topic, despite his baser instincts currently threatening to take control of his thoughts and actions. "Though I can't blame them for getting distracted by the presenter."

Instead of being offended, Juvia's eyes sparkled with amusement. "At least you're honest about it."

"Like I said, always," Andre replied, picking up his coffee mug. "Life's too short for faking personalities and drama bullshit."

"Speaking of honesty," Juvia said, looking through her phone, "I'm thinking of heading to Velvet Lounge tonight, I hear it’s a good spot for going on dates. You should consider joining me." She looked up, meeting his eyes directly. "I'd like to continue this conversation... somewhere darker."

Andre leaned in slightly, close enough where they could smell each others aroma. "Is that right?"

"Mmhmm," Juvia nodded, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. "I'm curious if you pay as much attention in other areas as you claim to in class."

Andre felt his cock twitch at her boldness. "What time?"

"Ten," Juvia said, sliding her phone toward him. "Put your number in. I'll text you details."

As Andre entered his information, he could feel her eyes on him, both assessing and appreciating his form up close. When he handed the phone back, their fingers lingered longer than necessary against each other.

"I should probably get going," Andre said, standing up. "Lucy mentioned an early class, and I wouldn’t want her to miss her coffee."

"My my, morning aftercare too, you really are a gem," Juvia replied. "She has statistics at nine, so I’ll let you get back to her."

Andre nodded, surprising himself with a twinge of disappointment that he couldn’t stay and chat with Juvia a bit longer.

As she walked him to the door, his eyes dropped down to admire her hips swaying hypnotically, loving how her ass cheeks nearly swallowed the pair of panties. As she opened the door to the hallway, she deliberately brushed her chest against his arm again. "See you tonight then?"

"Wouldn't miss it," Andre confirmed, forcing himself to maintain eye contact despite the overwhelming temptation to stare at her barely covered breasts.

As he stepped into the hallway, Juvia leaned against the doorframe, making no move to close her robe. "Oh, and Andre? Wear something that shows off those arms."

Before he could respond, she closed the door with a naughty smile, but not before he got one last glimpse of her turning away, the silk robe clinging to that perfect bubble butt ass of hers.

As Andre stood there a moment, he made sure to adjust himself in his jeans before heading back in to Lucy's room, his anticipation for tonight bursting forth, in both his mind and his pants.

A few hours later back in his own dorm room, Andre surveyed his closet critically. The date required the perfect balance, too casual would signal a lack of effort, too formal might seem ****. He selected a pair of dark jeans that accentuated his athletic build and laid them on the bed alongside three different button-downs.

Scott, his roommate appeared in the doorway, a can of soda in his hand. He had slightly pale skin, dirty blonde shaggy hair, and leaned more towards the slim side, not living an active lifestyle. "The marine blue one," he offered, gesturing to the shirts. "Brings out the warmth in your skin tone."

Andre raised an eyebrow. "Since when are you a fashion expert?"

"Just because I'm not out hooking up with a different girl every weekend doesn't mean I don't know how to dress," Scott admitted with a shrug. "Madeline always said I had good taste. Just trying to help a brother out."

"The blue it is, then," Andre conceded, hanging the other options back in his closet. He moved to his dresser, picking up his nice pair of black shoes to go with the clothes.

As he dressed, Scott lounged in the doorway facing away, sipping his soda thoughtfully. "So what's your actual plan with Juvia? I mean, beyond the obvious hoping-to-get-laid part."

Andre buttoned his short-sleeved shirt slowly, considering the question. "Honestly? I'm just going with the flow. Juvia seemed fun, she's sexy as hell, and she's got this confidence that's... magnetic, you know? I want to see what she’s like, beyond the physical attraction."

"Could've fooled me," Scott teased. Then his expression grew more serious. "Just saying there's a difference between hookups and something real. Not that you're looking for real."

"Juvia deserves my A-game tonight, whatever happens," Andre replied, giving himself a final once-over in the mirror. The blue shirt stretched nicely across his broad shoulders, and the jeans hugged his muscular thighs just right. He looked good, confident without trying too hard.

Andre spritzed cologne on his wrists and neck, the subtle scent filling the air around him. He remembered Lucy's reaction when she'd first caught the scent, pressing her face against his skin and inhaling deeply. The memory stirred something in him, a warmth that spread through his chest, and as growing tightness in his jeans.

"That the same cologne from last night?" Scott asked, noticing Andre's slight smile.

"Good memory," Andre nodded, capping the bottle and placing it back on his dresser. He checked his phone, only 10 minutes before he needed to leave. Figuring he should arrive early, he put his jacked on before checking his reflection one last time, adjusting his hair slightly.

"Don't wait up," he called to Scott as he headed for the door.

"I won’t. I’ve got a D&D campaign to get to anyways" Scott replied.

The door closed behind Andre with a soft click as he left.

The evening air caressed Andres face softly as he stepped outside. Students milled about, some heading to late classes, others beginning their Thursday night revelry early.

Andre walked with purpose, mentally rehearsing conversation topics that would showcase his intelligence without veering into pretentiousness.

Juvia was studying English Literature, he could ask about her favorite authors, about her own writing ambitions. He'd reveal his own passion for poetry, a secret interest he rarely shared with hookups but might impress someone like Juvia. As The Anchor came into view. The bar's weathered sign swung gently in the evening breeze, its nautical theme a nod to the university's coastal location.

Through the windows, he could see the Thursday night crowd already forming, students celebrating the approaching weekend, the bass of the music visible in the rhythmic pulsing of bodies.

He paused outside, taking a deep breath to center himself. This was his element, the pursuit, the dance of attraction, the heady rush of mutual desire. By the time he reached The Anchor's heavy wooden door, he could hear the music pulsing inside just loud enough to create intimacy in conversation, forcing people to lean in close to be heard.

And then he saw her.

Juvia sat at the bar, her back straight, one leg crossed elegantly over the other. Her dark brown hair cascaded down her back in loose waves, catching the light with every slight movement of her head. She was wearing a forest green backless midi dress, that ended at her thighs just above her knees. It hugged her curves so perfectly, he wasn't shocked when he noticed that several guys in the room seemed to be eyeing her up, and 2 were on either side of her, obviously trying to buy her a drink. The game was on.

As if sensing his presence, she turned, her dark green eyes finding his across the room. Recognition bloomed on her face, followed by a sultry smile that sent heat pooling in his loins. She raised her glass slightly in acknowledgment, an invitation in the gesture.

Andre felt a familiar surge of confidence as he approached, drawn to her magnetic presence. Juvia was the embodiment of desire, and for tonight, at least, she had chosen him to entertain her. The game was on.