My first: Noelle

I’m always a little unsettled when I go up to meet with one of the sisters in her room. I feel like there are eyes on me, and I know there will be ears on me—on us—before long. It’s not like anyone will be gathering outside the door, but—well, the walls just aren’t that thick. I know we’ll be overheard. I’m never thinking about that in the moment, but I do beforehand. Alyssa tells me it’s advertising, and intellectually I know she’s right, but it feels more like judgment.

The door opens to reveal my newest client, a sister I’ve never met before named Noelle Jeffries. She’s average in height and sorority-pretty, with skin of a creamy gold and a soft oval face framed by long, lustrous, wavy black hair. She has a slender figure with nice curves, and her clothes look like they were painted on. It might be a challenge to get those jeans over her flaring hips, especially if she has the kind of ass I’m guessing she does. Her shirt makes it clear she isn’t wearing a bra; if the deep scoop of the neckline weren’t enough evidence, it’s tight enough that I can just about see the pebbly skin of her areolae along with the large, thick pegs that are perfectly contoured by the thin fabric. She smiles hungrily at me and reaches out a hand to take mine. “Hello, Andrew,” she purrs in a soft, musical contralto. “I’m glad you’re here. Please, come in.”

Noelle draws me into the room, shutting the door behind us, and guides me to a loveseat. I sit down and she smoothly straddles my lap. She cups the back of my head with one hand, threading her fingers through my hair, and lightly strokes my cheek with the other as she bends her head to kiss me. She smells like strawberries, and tastes of strawberries and mint. Her lips explore mine slowly and sensually; her tongue slips between them to trace mine with its tip. I wrap one hand around her ass, which feels round and tight, and let the other roam up her back to her shoulder blades. I caress her lips with mine and send my tongue out to tease hers; she kisses me harder and lightly fences with my tongue. Soon they’re twined around each other and our lips are meeting with bruising intensity.

I slide my hands to the hem of Noelle’s shirt and pull it up. It proves surprisingly easy to get it as far as the underside of her bust; she seizes it at that point and lifts it over her tits, then raises her arms for me to finish the job. She breaks off our kiss just long enough to get the shirt over her head, revealing large round dusky-rose areolae around her long, thick nipples, before hungrily reclaiming my lips. I stroke her underboobs with my thumbs, caressing the outsides of her breasts with my palms and feathering my fingers across their upper slopes. Her small sounds of pleasure encourage me, so I capture their hard, quivering tips with thumb and forefinger and gently tease them. “Pinch my nipples, tiger,” she says urgently into my mouth. “Pinch them—pull them—twist them—squeeze my babies—they like it a little rough.” I do as she says, pinching and rolling her nipples and pressing my fingers into her yielding titflesh, and she moans in pleasure. “Yesssss—yesss—like that, just like that, play with my titties, stud, just like that. More—more—more—”

I pull free of Noelle’s lips to kiss down her jawline to her ear. I tongue it a little and suck on her lobe before continuing down the smooth column of her neck. Somewhere below and behind her ear, I find a spot that makes her shudder and moan, so I spend a few moments sucking and licking her soft skin. She squirms and wiggles and finally pushes my head down, so I resume my journey. The curve where her neck meets her shoulder is another sensitive spot; from there I trail kisses along her clavicle to the notch where it meets her sternum and then down between her shapely breasts.

I keep twisting Noelle’s nipples and kneading her boobs, rubbing them against my cheeks as I plant kisses up and down the valley between them. I turn my head to take a mouthful of titflesh, letting my lips and tongue explore the flawless curves of both mounds. When I suck as much as I can into my mouth and bite down (being careful not to leave any marks), she gasps and urges me on. “Fuck, tiger, fuck yeah, just like that, do me like that. Bite my sweet titties, pinch my nipples, pull ’em hard, suck on ’em—suckle me, suckle me hard and deep, bite my nipples, bite ’em and suck ’em . . .”

I ignore Noelle’s urgings until she grabs my head and moves it over to one of her titbuds. With a smile I drop my hand and suck her nipple deep into my mouth. I pull back with my head, lashing the stiff peg with my tongue, and bite down behind it. “Fuck yeah, tiger,” she explodes, “do me fucking just like that. More, baby, more—more—more— . . . Suck my nipples, bite my tits, taste my hot body—own me with your mouth—let me feel you hungry for me, let me feel how much you want me—take me, taste me, own me—fuck yeah, stud, just like that . . .”

When I shift my oral attentions to her other breast, Noelle just gets louder. My efforts to slip my free hand under the waistband of her pants go nowhere—there just isn’t enough room for my fingers—so I finally give up and start rubbing her mound through her pants. She lets out a small shriek and shudders under my touch; I’m guessing she just had a small orgasm. I start to turn to lay her on the couch so I can get her pants off and eat her pussy, but she slides off my lap and drops to her knees. She deftly opens my jeans and says, “Stand up, let me get these off you.”

“Why?” I ask her, a little confused. “I’m going to eat your pussy now.”

“No you’re not,” Noelle says lustfully. “I like having my pussy eaten after I’ve been fucked. First, I get your dick in my hot, wet cunt. Then you eat me. Then you fuck me again, then you eat me again; and then we see what happens next.” My anxiety must be clear on my face, because she laughs and says, “Yes, I know you’re a virgin—that’s part of the fun!” She bends close to my ear and says, “I like breaking in virgins. Especially ones with big, thick, heavy cocks. Now stand up, stud, and let me get a look at yours.”

Perforce, I stand, and Noelle strips me. My rod is achingly, urgently erect, standing out long and proud. She whistles softly and says, “For once, rumor and supposition did not exaggerate. That’s a fucking beautiful hunk of man-meat.” She swirls her tongue delicately around my cockhead, making me jump. She grins and says, “I bet it would only take two or three licks to get to the creamy center, wouldn’t it?” She stands up, pushes me down, and straddles my legs again; her pussy lips brush my glans. “But I have something better to do with all that cream.”

Slowly, Noelle impales herself on my steel-hard shaft, and I am no longer a virgin.