Hanging With You

“I was kind of hoping to hang with you. Taylor has been a bit out of control.”

You blush. “I’d love that.”

“Want to head back to my dorm?”

“Sure. I’d love to see your room.”

You follow him out. The sun is high in the sky and the weather is perfect.

“Nice day.”

He laughs. “Yeah, it’s beautiful out here. Seems like it shouldn’t be this nice after the rapture.”

You talk the entire way back about your families and people you knew that went missing. You arrive at his dorm and are pleased with how neat and organized it is. You look around smiling.

The pause gives him a chance to lean in and kiss you.

You kiss him back passionately. He begins tearing off your clothes. You unsnap his jeans bottom and push down his pants and underwear. You see his cock. It is rock hard and impressively large.

He grabs your hair and throws you hard against the wall. You are struggling to recover your breath, as he slams his cock into your sex.

“Fuck me!” You say demandingly.

He obliges, diving deep inside you then nearly pulling out. He is athletic and doesn’t seem to tire.

You reach the edge and moan loudly. He picks up the pace and you feel him cum. The warmth pushes you over the edge.

“So good.”

You both collapse on the bed. He spoons you, putting a strong muscular arm across your chest. You drift off.

After a brief nap, the vibrations of your phone awake you. You grab it and see a text.

How was Wyatt? Drop my my office when you get a chance.

The text from Ms. Devlin ends in a smiley face emoji. You wonder if a smiley face is even appropriate for a demoness. You suppose you are her friend and you should take it at face value. You could just drop by her office on the way back to your dorm.

You dress and kiss the still sleeping Wyatt good bye.