Considerably well

"You did not!" she exclaimed as he finished recounting a story, playfully swatting his arm, her fingers lingering longer than necessary against his skin. "There's no way you actually streaked across the quad on a dare."

Andre grinned, taking a sip of his whiskey. "Ask Scott if you don't believe me. He was the one who bet me I wouldn't do it."

Juvia shook her head, her dark brown tresses cascading over her shoulders in silky waves. "I might just do that." As she took a drink.

Andre's eyes dropped momentarily to the generous swell of Juvia's breasts, barely contained by her low-cut dress top. When he looked up, he caught her watching him, a knowing smirk playing at the corners of her mouth.

"I need another drink," she announced, standing gracefully. "Same for you?"

Andre nodded, appreciating the view as she walked away. Her green dress clung to every curve of her body, the fabric stretching tantalizingly across her ass with each step, clearly aware of the effect she had on him, and every other man in the vicinity it seemed.

Several guys at other tables were tracking Juvia's movement with undisguised interest. There was something primitively satisfying about having claimed, at least for tonight, a woman others clearly desired.

When Juvia returned, she deliberately sat closer to him than before, the warm press of her thigh against his sending electricity shooting through his body. He inhaled deeply, catching the intoxicating scent of her perfume, something expensive and floral he guessed.

"So," she said, taking a sip, her dark green eyes never leaving his.

"So," he responded, fingers tracing patterns on her back. "Surely someone as stunning as yourself hasn't stayed single at college?”

Juvia's laugh was like music this time. "Oh, my hookups are harmless. Most of them, anyway." She leaned in conspiratorially. "Besides, I like to tease more than put out." Licking her lips, her fingers now tracing the veins on his forearm, her touch feather-light. "Is that terrible of me?

Andre shook his head, shifting slightly to accommodate his growing arousal. "Maybe, but its your life and decision on who you have some fun with."

"Is that what we're doing right now? Having fun?" Her hand had somehow found its way to his thigh under the table, her fingers inching dangerously higher with each passing moment.

"Just getting started," he murmured into her ear, his voice dropping to a register that made her pupils dilate, as her fingers inched dangerously close to the growing bulge in his jeans. He leaned closer, his lips nearly brushing her ear. "And would you say you're having fun, Juvia?"

She turned her face toward his, their lips mere inches apart. "Why don't you find out?" Andre's heart pounded in his chest as her other hand found his beneath the table. She guided it to her knee, where the hem of her dress had risen considerably since she sat back down. "Fair's fair," she breathed, parting her legs just enough to invite further exploration.

Juvia's hand had grown bolder under the table, her fingers now deliberately tracing the outline of his hardness through his jeans. Each subtle squeeze sent a jolt of pleasure through Andre's body, making it increasingly difficult to maintain their pretense of casual conversation.

"Oh fuck," Andre managed, his voice strained as Juvia's thumb circled the sensitive head through his clothes. The smirk playing at the corners of her mouth told him she was fully aware of his struggle.

"I can feel you," she whispered. "Right here." She gave him another deliberate squeeze, watching his expression intently. He shifted in his seat, attempting to alleviate the pressure while simultaneously pressing himself more firmly against her touch, as his own hand moved further up her legs, underneath her dress.

"Someone's eager," she observed, her voice barely above a whisper. The music and chatter of the bar provided perfect cover for their intimate exchange, but the privacy only heightened Andre's awareness of every subtle movement of her fingers.

Andre's fingers ventured higher, discovering the thin fabric of her thigh-high stockings and the tantalizing strip of bare skin above.

Juvia's eyelids fluttered as his touch grew bolder. Her hand resumed its attentions to his cock, now straining painfully against his jeans.

Andre's palm slid higher along her thigh, discovering with a jolt of pleasure that the space between the top of her stocking and the edge of her panties was slick with arousal. The whimpers that came from her parted lips were enthralling, feeling her desire for him threatened to make him lose all control, and take her right then and there in the bar.

They maintained eye contact, each daring the other to be the first to break as their hands and fingers dances against each others most intimate areas.

"You're even better proportioned than I expected," She said, shifting closer, her breast pressing against his arm as she leaned in, "and more skilled with your fingers than I hoped". Her fingers continued their maddening dance, now tracing the full length of him as his fingers masterfully teased her clit, with just the right amount of pressure.

"Enough with the games, I need you now," Juvia whispered, her voice low as she bit her lip with lust. "My place or yours?"

"Mine's closer," he replied, signaling for the check, maintaining his composure despite the insistent pressure of Juvia's hand. When the bartender brought their bill, he tossed down enough cash to cover their drinks plus a generous tip, eager to get time with Juvia alone privately.

They exited The Anchor with Juvia tucked under Andre's arm, her body pressing suggestively against his side.

"So, while we walk to yours, favorite movies? Let me guess, action films? Lots of explosions and car chases?" Juvia asked, smiling innocently up at him.

Andre chuckled. "Sometimes. But I also appreciate a good psychological thriller." He paused deliberately before adding, "I like watching people... come undone."

Juvia's breath audibly caught at the implication. "Is that a promise, Andre?"

"Could be," he teased, his hand slipping lower to rest on the curve of her ass. Even through her dress, he could feel the firmness of her flesh, perfectly rounded and begging to be squeezed. He indulged himself, feeling her press back into his palm.

"Christ," she murmured, her step faltering slightly. "How much further to your place?"

"Right round this corner," he teased, enjoying the power he held over her.

As they reached his building, Andre fumbled getting his keys out as quickly as possible, while Juvia pressed herself against his back, her hands snaking around to his front, one slipping beneath his shirt to trace his abs while the other boldly palmed his erection through his jeans.

Andre managed to unlock the door despite Juvia's distracting touch. As they crossed the threshold into the darkened apartment, her nimble fingers had already worked his belt loose and were reaching for his zipper.

Andre sat down on the mattress once his belt and trousers were off.

His heartbeat quickened as she sank to her knees, her eyes never left his, that confident smirk playing on her lips as she settled between his thighs.

"You've been thinking about this all night, haven't you?" she asked while smirking, taking in the sight of his impressive member with appreciative eyes. "Well," she hummed, her breath warm against his sensitive skin, "You do live up to Lucy's story." Her finger traced the prominent vein running along the underside, a feather-light touch that made his stomach muscles clench with anticipation.

The first touch of her tongue was electric, a slow, deliberate circle around his crown that had him grasping the sheets beneath him. She took her time, exploring the ridge with careful attention, swiping the drop of precum at the tip with her tongue.

"You taste good," she murmured, before taking him deeper, inch by torturous inch. The wet heat of her mouth enveloped him, her tongue pressing flat against the underside of his shaft. Andre couldn't help the low groan that escaped him, the sound seeming to please her as she took him even deeper.

The rhythm she established was maddeningly slow, deep inhalations that had him groaning with pleasure, alternating with fast and shallow teasing sucks focused on his sensitive head.

"God, your mouth feels so good," he breathed, watching in fascination as she deepthroated him to the base, her nose pressed against him. The wet heat of her throat constricted around him as she swallowed, the sensation drawing a strangled sound from deep in his chest.

She held him there, eyes watering slightly from the effort of keeping his long length inside, before slowly drawing back. "I'm gonna... cum if you keep that up," he warned, hips twitching upward involuntarily as she descended again.

Juvia gagged slightly, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes, but there was unmistakable pride in her expression as she pulled off. "Well, we can’t have you climaxing so soon now can we," she said, voice slightly raspy.

Her palm wrapped around his shaft, pumping him with a firm, steady pressure that had his toes curling. The motions of her hand never faltered as she looked up at him through thick lashes. "I'm curious... how long can you last with a woman who knows what she's doing?"

The challenge in her words ignited something primal within him. Andre wrapped his hand around her throat and tugged, not roughly, but with enough authority to make her lips part in surprise and arousal. "On the bed. Now." He commanded.

She rose slowly, deliberately, letting the dress slip off her shoulders to reveal the black lingerie underneath. The fabric clung to her every curve, highlighting the swell of her breasts and the narrow taper of her waist. "Make me," she challenged, eyes bright with mischief.

In one fluid motion, he stood and spun her around, guiding her onto the mattress. She landed with a soft bounce, laughing as he followed, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand.

Their mouths crashed together, a messy, hungry kiss that made her body arched into his, seeking contact as Andre's free hand trailed down her side. Feeling the curve of her waist, the flare of her hip, before finding the edge of her panties where it met her thigh. He hesitated beforr looking at her, a silent question in his eyes.

"Don't you dare stop now," she panted, lifting her hips in invitation.

His fingers hooked into the fabric, pulling it down to expose her.

"Now fuck me," she breathed, more urgently this time, her pussy glistened in the moonlight, bare and ready, the scent of her arousal clear. "Fucking ruin me Andre!"

As he started to move his head down to between her legs, she grabbed his shoulders, pulling him back up, "I'm ready, don't you dare tease me, I want that long, thick black monster cock inside me now!" She insisted, a fire in her eyes as she looked at him, her words dripping with filthy lust that would likely shock most professors on campus hearing her say that.

He merely nodded, a grin plastered across his face as he moved to oblige, shedding their remaining garments. Juvia's bra hit the floor, revealing full breasts tipped with dark nipples already hardened with arousal. Andre's shirt followed, her hands immediately exploring the expanse of his chest, fingers tracing the definition of his abs as his palmed her sizable tits.

Their naked bodies collided, her pale skin against his dark tone, the contrast was beautiful, the desire between them thick in the air. Andre took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, all her curves and confidence, her body a literal work of art. He positioned himself over her, recapturing her wrists and pinning them above her head with one hand.

The position arched her back, pushing her breasts up against his chest. Her legs hooked around his waist, heels digging into the small of his back as she tried to pull him closer.

Andre aligned his cock with her entrance, his tip sliding against the entrance of her pussy, the contact sending shivers through both of them. "Say please," he murmured against her ear, grinding against her without penetration, his cock head grazing her clit with each pass.

"Dickhead," she hissed, frustration evident in the way she bucked her hips, seeking more. Her pussy clenching around nothing, soaking with need. "If you don’t fuck me, I'll scream so loud that-"

He silenced her threat by sheathing himself in one smooth thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside her. The sensation was overwhelming for both of them, he felt her tight, wet heat surrounding him, her inner walls fluttering as they adjusted to his size. "You're so fucking tight!" He groaned out, holding still inside her.

His long, thick veiny black cock stretching her most inner place so perfectly, Juvia's scream of surprise morphed into a shattered moan, her heels digging into his lower back as she urged him deeper. "God, you feel so good," she breathed, her earlier bravado replaced by genuine wonder.

Andre began to move, establishing a rhythm of deep, precise thrusts. Each withdrawal left just the tip inside her before he drove back in, angling his hips each time to find the spot that would make her melt.

The lewd slap of skin on skin mingled with their heavy breathing and moans, the sounds so erotic it only spurred him on more.

Her large breasts bounced with each impact, nipples grazing his chest as he leaned down to capture her mouth in hungry kisses. "You're taking me so well," he grunted against her lips, gripping her hips and adjusting his angle to drive deeper.

She raked her nails down his back, desperately clinging on for dear life, "Deeper!" she demanded, her voice breaking on the word. Her legs tightened around him, using the leverage to pull him in further. "Fasteerrrrr~!" She screamed out as her first climax of the night hit her.

He obliged, increasing his pace to match her urgency. The bed protested beneath them, springs creaking with each powerful thrust. Juvia's moans climbed in pitch, her words of encouragement dissolving into incoherent sounds of pleasure. Her hands gripped his shoulders, fingers digging into his muscles as she held on.

"Y-yeah... don't stop... feels... so good," she gasped, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure, feeling every inch of his thick veiny cock stretch her in ways she'd never experienced before.

The springs wailed in protest as he accelerated, the **** of his thrusts driving her into the mattress. Juvia's eyes rolled back, her body tensing as she approached another orgasm. She came suddenly, a silent, powerful and breathless orgasm that choked her words into whimpers. Andre felt her walls spasm around him, milking his cock as he fought to maintain control.

As she started to come down from a seemingly never-ending climax, he rolled them over without breaking their connection, settling her on top. Juvia straddled his hips, her curls forming a sweaty halo in the lamplight. She took a moment to adjust to the new position, her hands splayed across his chest for balance.

"My turn to move," she stated with a grin, lifting herself slightly, his cock glistening with her juices as it slid nearly free. "Take a rest while I ride you."

"Fuck that, I don’t need to rest," he grinned, hands finding her waist, thumbs pressing into the divots of her hip bones.

"That's what I wanted to hear." She grinned down at him, before sinking down slowly, taking him inch by inch, stretching herself around him once again. Once fully seated, she began rolling her hips in massage-like circles, her inner muscles clenching around him with each rotation, the constant changing angles bringing them both to new heights.

The view from beneath her was spectacular, her head thrown back, mouth open, her breasts swaying with each movement, Andre couldn't help run his hands up her sides to cup them, thumbs brushing over the sensitive nipples, drawing a gasping moan from her lips.

Every downward grind massaged his shaft inside her warm pussy, every lift left his lower half exposed to the cool air. The contrast was maddeningly hot, warm wet pressure followed by cool absence, over and over as she controlled the pace. Andre's toes curled, his thighs trembling as she leaned back, changing the angle to one that had him nearly ready to burst!

"Feeling good?" she murmured, watching he nodded, eyes locked with hers as his thumb find her clit, rubbing tight circles as she rode him. "Fuck, thats good~"

"God, yes," he managed, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "You're amazing."

Her smile was genuine, as she leaned forward, changing the angle again, her hair falling to one side as she kissed him deeply. The new position allowed him to start thrusting upwards, meeting her halfway as she came down.

"There," she urged, her breath hot against his ear. "Just like that..." Their bodies found a perfect rhythm, each of her downward movements met with his upward thrust. The slap of flesh echoing off the walls as they moved together, her moans becoming more frequent, and more **** once again.

"Fuuuuuuck~" she gave a strangled cry of pleasure, her back arching as her orgasm washed over her.

Andre held her steady, continuing to move inside her as her pussy clenched around him in rhythmic waves. The sensation nearly pushed him over the edge, but he gritted his teeth, determined to make this last.

As the aftershocks subsided, Juvia collapsed onto his chest, both of them panting, their skin slick with sweat. They lay like that for several minutes, hearts racing in tandem, before she rolled to her side, pulling him with her so they remained connected.

"You good?" Andre asked, brushing a damp curl from her forehead.

She turned her head, cheek pressed against the pillow, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. "Just... needed to catch my breath. Unless you're too tired, go ahead and surprise me." She said breathily.

He chuckled, dropping a kiss on her shoulder. "Alright then, challenge accepted!" he responded, as he grabbed her hips and maneuvered her onto her hands and knees with a fluid motion that demonstrated his experience. Juvia barely had time to register the new position before his cock was spearing into her from behind, filling her in a way that left her almost dizzy.

"Fuck!" she wailed, her cheek pressed against the sheets as he mounted her. Juvia's eyes widened at the new sensation, her mouth falling open in a silent gasp as he bottomed out inside her.

"Oh my god," she breathed, adjusting to the fullness.

He gripped her hair, not pulling but using it as an anchor as he established a new rhythm. "Take it," he encouraged, his voice rough with exertion and need.

The doggystyle angle allowed him to drive his cock deeper into her, her inner walls stretching to accommodate his girth, her pussy gripping him tightly every time he filled her completely, each thrust reaching places inside that left her gasping for breath. Juvia's fingers clutched at the sheets, knuckles white as she braced against his powerful drives. "You're so deep inside me!" She moaned out, back arched from the overload of sensations.

He leaned forward, until his lips were against her neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot below her ear, as he marked her with gentle bites that had her gasping.

Amidst the sounds of flesh meeting flesh, Juvia managed to moan out, "Cocky... bastard," a smile playing on her lips.

"You love it," he replied, thrusting forward, balls slapping against her clit. Her gasp morphed into a whine, high and ****. "I heard that sound... that's right, you’re a mess, and you love it." He grinned down at her.

"Fuck you-" she began a retort, but he silenced her with a kiss, their tongues dancing as he established a new rhythm, slower but more deliberate. Not the jackhammer pace from before, but deep, measured strokes that made her insides flutter with each impact. The friction was incredible, her inner walls gripping him like a vise as he withdrew, welcoming him back with wet heat when he returned.

Her nails scraped his forearms as he leaned over her, filled with the need to release. "H-harder... please..." she whispered, her voice breaking on the plea.

"What was that?" He adjusted his angle slightly, making sure to brush against her G-spot with each thrust.

"Harder, you... ah!... fucking... tease- YES!" She yelled, as he sped up the pace of his pounding into her pussy. "G-gonna... cum again... with you inside..." she panted, her words faltering as her pleasure neared its peak.

"I’m about to cum too, where do you want it?" he asked, his own control fraying at the edges as her inner walls began to squeeze tighter around him.

"Inside, please... God, please..." Her words dissolved into breathless cries as he pistoned into her, the bedframe knocking steadily against the wall with each thrust. Andre's pace became more urgent, his control slipping as her tight pussy around him pushed him closer to the edge.

Juvia's body tensed, her back arching as her orgasm overcame her. Her pussy gushed around him, inner walls clenching rhythmically as she came with an intensity that left her trembling beneath him.

"Cum, cum for me" she pleaded with pleasure once she found her voice, her body still shaking. "Fill me up with your cum... please, I want to feel it inside me... ahhh!"

He lasted only a few more thrusts before his own release overtook him, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her with a guttural groan that might have been her name. The sensation of her walls milking him through his orgasm was almost too much, pleasure bordering on the edge of pain as they both rode out the waves together.

Spent and breathing heavily, Andre carefully lowered himself beside her, gathering her still trembling form against his chest. They lay like that for a few moments, hearts gradually slowing, sweat cooling on their skin as reality slowly returned.

Her giggle came first, weak, disbelieving. "Fuck... you're... incredible."

"Thanks, you too," He nuzzled the nape of her neck, dropping a gentle kiss there.

Their limbs remained tangled, Juvia's cheek resting on Andre's chest, her finger tracing idle patterns on his abbs. "Next round, in 20 minutes" she mumbled, voice hoarse.

He chuckled, the vibration rumbling under her ear. "You don't sound ready for another round.", however his hand slid down to squeeze her sizable ass, still flushed red from his grip. "But I won't say no," he added with a dark twinkle in his eye.

She snorted, slapping his chest. "You're a danger to all the woman on campus. I need to keep you drained, for their sake. That magic cock of yours now belongs to me!" She declared dramatically, for effect, before wrapping her delicate fingers around his member.

"As you wish, my lady." He retorted, content to play her game if it meant sinking his meat inside her again. And so, their night resumed its boundless indulgence in carnal pleasure, all the way up until the sun started climbing over the horizon.