Fun and rumors.

Waking up to a great weekend, I felt something poking my butt. Feeling Clair’s breasts against the back of my head, yesterday’s antics came back to me and I felt my face split into a stupid grin. I had the coolest girlfriend in the world. I stifled a giggle so as to not wake her. Although from what I felt below part of her was already awake. She always took her time in the morning in the bathroom stalls… perhaps I could help her get ready faster.

Sliding our blanket down slowly, then following suite while gently moving her hand off my waist and onto the side of my head as I turned around to face her crotch, I found my target. Porn might not be right about much, but it didn’t lie to me about morning wood. Not quite at full mast, Clair was definitely past half mast. Having showered the night before her cock actually really did smell pleasant, something I gave it a quick kiss of gratitude for before beginning to shower it with my full affections. I kissed and licked every inch of it, before filling my mouth with it and beginning to suck in earnest.

I wasn’t sure how good of a job I was doing, but Clair was definitely at max power now and throbbing in my throat. I felt her hand begin to move, no longer just passively resting on my head where I had put it but putting a slight pressure on me to take her deeper. There would be no deep throating this morning though. This position made it impossible and my throat was still sore from last night anyways. But I figured if I used my hands I could simulate the feeling of a longer tunnel, especially as my saliva lubed up her pole.

I got my hand and mouth rhythm synchronized just in time, as her other hand came down to help grab my head. Clair rolled off her side and onto her back so I was **** to scramble with her cock in my mouth to between her legs. Using both hands she began to **** my head up and down her cock, with my hands helping to jack her off without going too much into my mouth. Still, she managed to poke the back of my throat several times, causing me to gag. I used the opportunity to lick further up her dick and help her feel even better.

Fortunately she seemed to be a bit of a quicker shot in the morning, as it was only a few more pumps before my mouth filled with her salty flavor. There was a lot more than last time, since this was both her first load and it all went into my mouth. I closed my mouth and savored the taste, determined to find good in it. I looked up to see a still bleary eyed Clair, half awake but clearly realizing how she had woken up. “Oh god I didn’t hurt you did I?”

In response I simply opened my mouth and showed her my treat and then waited for her order. She stared at my lewd display before chuckling softly. Closing my mouth with her hand she commanded me to swallow. Afterwards I opened my mouth and showed her what a good girl I am. “Eating breakfast without me? What a naughty Princess I have.” She pulls me to her for a good morning kiss. I guess she doesn’t mind her own taste.

After a few smooches Clair looks to the corner where she shoved the night stand and saw the clock time. “Oh shoot, if we don’t hurry we’ll miss the free breakfast at the cafeteria!”

While most people didn’t use it, there was an on campus meal center where free meals could be obtained by students. It wasn’t great, but there was one exception and that was Saturday morning brunch. Even the rich kids had quickly learned that the cafeteria was more than worth eating at every Saturday morning. It wasn’t overly fancy, but everything was fresh and delicious. It kind of made the quality of the food for the rest of the week seem like some kind of sick joke. Yeah we could cook awesome food for you whenever, we just chose to make the regular food taste like cardboard and lentils.

Not wanting to miss out on the good free food, we both scrambled to get ready. I didn’t want to wear the exact same thing as yesterday, but I still wanted to look good for Clair. I mean, this was kind of our first meal together as a couple. I would have preferred a private meal, but my college student budget wouldn’t allow and I wasn’t going to ask Clair about it. So I found my second fanciest camisole, my second shortest skirt, and put on new stockings. I had to go without the gloves, as I only had the one pair and they were more than a little stained by this point. My leather choker was easily cleaned up and donned once more. After applying my makeup I had one last final choice. Big comfy faux combat boots, or the two inch heels that make my ass look amazing but also slow me down.

Clair has already finished and is watching me kneel beside my two pairs of shoes, muttering to myself about comfort over fashion and time. She leans down and strokes my hair, “wear the heels, I know you want to or you would have already put on the boots like you almost always do. It only takes time when you want the heels.” She leaned down further and patted my ass. “Besides, it makes your tush look extra squeezable.”

I silently don the shoes, not sure how to respond to the lewdness of her statement or the casual use of the word tush. I also make plans to surreptitiously throw the boots away later. We walk outside and it’s a beautiful day. I hold Clair’s arm for support and we stroll down the paved path to the cafeteria.

As we go through the line to fill up our trays I begin to worry again. What if she sees me eating and thinks I look funny. What if the food I pick isn’t romantic enough? When will I get around to finding out if she can actually get me pregnant? Does she actually want to get me pregnant? Do I want her to?

My mind spinning I follow Clair to a booth table by a window near the back. It’s crowded as normal on a Saturday morning, but she can spot an open seat where all I see is crowds. She lets me in first before sliding in behind me close enough for our hips to touch. There’s plenty of room on the bench so I know she’s doing it on purpose. It’s making my stomach do tiny flips, all these little ways she’s showing she likes me.

We eat in silence for a few minutes, me quietly hoping to come up with a way to broach the perverted questions my mind needs answers to. Before I get the chance to even come up with a plan someone else comes up to our booth. “Hey mind if we sit, not too many open seats around here?”

It was a question, but really no one would turn them down. It was Saturday, everyone knew seats were scarce and our booth was only half full. Clair smiled politely and nodded for them to join us. It didn’t mean we had to talk, we were just using the same table. The two boys sat down across from us, and I immediately became extremely interested in the exact consistency of my scrambled eggs. I ascertain that they are… very scrambled.

“Aren’t you the girl from the party last night?the one who was blacking out near the beginning of the night?” One of the boys says suddenly. Oh god my personal nightmare has come alive to haunt me. Everyone saw me get carried out of a completely normal party after a sip of Pepsi like a psychopath. And apparently it was worth people talking about.

Clair squeezes my leg under the table to comfort me. “Hey, leave her alone. She doesn’t want to talk about it and it’s none of your business anyways.”

“Whoa, easy there we aren’t judging. She couldn’t have been there more than a few minutes. Getting that wasted that quickly, lightweight or not it was inspirational. The party really got going after you two left since a bunch of us didn’t want to get out partied by someone who only showed up for five minutes.”

A lot to unpack here… he had to just be trying to say everyone was talking about me behind my back in the nicest way possible. And he can’t be serious about five minutes… I lost track of time as soon as I walked in but surely we were there longer than that? And even if it was all true, did I now have to take this dreaded secret to my grave, that my only moment of college fame was everyone thinking I was drunk instead of just having a party induced panic attack?

“We appreciate the thought but we’d really like to eat in peace.”

“That’s cool, we’ve got a bit of a hangover ourselves. Just let us know if you’d like any advice for hangovers.”

We successfully finished our breakfast and walked back home. Once inside our dorm I collapsed in my desk chair, exhausted. I’m not sure the food had been worth it, but at least Clair was there.

“Are you okay, not still bothered by what those boys said are you?” She hovered over me like a mother hen. I looked up at her and realized I was never going to get a good chance to ask my questions, so I might as well take any chance I could get. Including now.

“Are you trying to get me pregnant?” Ah yes, such skilled diplomatic… uh, skills.

I didn’t actually know she could turn that shade of red. I’m probably beating her in that department but I have the advantage of overly thick makeup. I stare down at my lap, but silently implore her to still answer the question.

“Well… I wasn’t trying to NOT impregnate you…”

“… you were saying stuff before, and you never wore a condom, and… I’m not on any birth control.” Oh god this was sounding like I was accusing her of something. I just want to know what you want from me!

“I… understand that you probably aren’t interested in having kids yet. We’re still in college, and as freshmen even. And we don’t even know if we are going to last together… but yes. I haven’t been worried about getting you pregnant because I would be incredibly happy if you had my child growing in you.” Holy hell she just went hard. I knew this was a potential answer but I didn’t think she would come out that aggressive about it. Now I think I might have her beat on the flushed face front, not that I can look her in the face to see. My hands wringing in my lap is far too fascinating to look away.

Her hand once more reaches down and cups my chin. I’m getting pretty used to this move of hers. It still makes my heart flutter as she tilts my face up so she can look me in the eyes. “It doesn’t have to be now. I can wait till after college, or even longer. But, would you bear my children?” Slightly old timey phrasing, AND the implication she’s going to do it more than once! My thighs squirm and I have no doubt what my answer is.

I stand up and grab her hand from under my chin, and nuzzle my cheek into her palm. “My king…” she smiled down at me, and before I knew it she had me on our bed, naked and ready to do my royal duty.