Chapter Twenty Six

“Where are you taking me?” Cole gasped between heated kisses, “You live off campus, and my place is in the other direction.”

They stumbled like a pair of drunks–intoxicated on lust rather than booze–through the academy grounds, madly groping and making out.

Bella seemed to have a destination in mind, though they’d almost tumbled into the bushes a few times as she swayed and grinded against his steely bulge.

“Not much further.” She promised, arching into Cole when he mauled her big breasts through the slinky cocktail dress. “It’s… haaa~! It’s around the next corner…”

“It better be.” He growled, seizing her sumptuous booty and kneading her abundant ass-flesh. She melted into his touch with a husky moan. “I want you, angel. I want you right now!”

“I’m yours… all yours!” She swore, quivering in pleasure. “Hold on a little longer. We’re almost there.”

Nighttime shrouded them from prying eyes. The late hour was quiet, and the paths deserted. Lights twinkled in distant windows, night owls burning the midnight oil, but none illuminated the canoodling couple as they staggered, drowning in hedonistic desire.

Bella eventually led them to a smaller building tucked into a copse of elm trees. It was a simple, functional, two-story structure with a holistic design. The walls were lined with floor-to-ceiling windows, buttressed by cement support columns. The interior was cloaked in shadows except for a single lamp over the entry.

“Wait, let me… dammit!” The redhead batted Cole’s hands away, jabbing at a keypad beside the door. “This’ll just take a second.”

She bent to punch in the code, and he took the chance to grind his thickening bulge against her tremendous toosh. The pressure in his slacks bordered on unbearable.

The lock beeped, and they tumbled into the entrance. Lights flickered to life, likely on a sensor. Momentarily blinded, Cole squinted about the unfamiliar space.

“Where are we?”

The waxed timber floors shone as banks of standing mirrors amplified the illumination. The room was open, almost empty, with what appeared to be gymnastics equipment and crash mats stacked in the corners.

Several vertical chrome poles and raised handrails were fixed in place, but otherwise, everything else felt static. Ready to be moved as needed.

“These are the dance studios, hot stuff,” Bella explained, plastering her voluptuous form against Cole’s back to nibble on his neck. “I wanted to bring you somewhere special to me. Someplace where I can show you my innermost self.”

Cole understood immediately, despite the blood migrating from his brain to more southern climes. This was Bella’s sanctuary, the canvas upon which she painted using motion rather than pigment as her medium.

His cock throbbed at the gift she offered.

“Shhh, don’t overthink it.” Bella giggled, reaching around to stroke the rigid shaft distending his pant leg. “I’m loving our energy, don’t get sappy on me now. In fact…” She lifted her head to speak to the ceiling. “Studio, play track B3ll4-17.”

“Playing track B3ll4-17.” An elderly male voice replied robotically. A voice Cole would recognize anywhere. “Shake that tailfeather, baby.”

“Is that the Dean?!” He yelped, glancing about warily.

“No, no. That’s just the assistant AI.” Bella grumbled. “The old badger recorded the system responses himself. We’ve filed a complaint. Just ignore it.”

Light R&B music wafted from the speakers, creating an intriguing, tantalizing mood as she ushered Cole to sit on a pile of padded mats before one of the upright poles.

He settled on them like a bench seat, and she mounted his lap. They resumed kissing immediately, tongues warring as hands roamed each other's hot bodies.

Cole’s cock felt like a battering ram, threatening to rip free of his slacks. Throbbing harder with every touch and squeeze of her fabulous curves. Bella must have noticed it; she was basically sitting on the monster. Her plush thigh kept dragging across the salami-shaped lump.

“Stop… wait.” She gasped, disengaging. “There’s something I want to show you. But if we keep going at this rate, I’ll cave to temptation and spoil the surprise.”

Inner beast howling, Cole reluctantly released his hold on the provocative redhead, sensing a more significant payoff in his future. This was her show, and she was nothing if not a performer.

“Consider me your rapt audience, angel.”

Bella looked slightly disappointed, then grinned lasciviously, dismounting him with a teasing wiggle. She strutted to the shiny pole and ran a suggestive finger up its length, eye-fucking him intensely from under her long lashes.

“You know what this is, right?” She asked, smirking when she saw the realization strike him. “I consider pole dancing as an art form on top of being a great workout. Naysayers claim the pole itself is a phallic idol which the dancer worships. I don’t disagree, but neither do I find the concept repugnant…”

Cole’s dick lurched as she grasped the pole, planted her feet at the base, and leaned out in an idle swing. She executed the simple move with incredible grace, her crimson hair and ivory skirts fluttering, utterly unhindered by her impractical high heels.

“Dancing is a celebration of life.” She continued, questing a hand down her full figure. “Sex is an integral part of that eternal cycle. It’s the joining of lovers. An act of joy and passion worthy of commemoration. Though, perhaps not in this tight dress.”

Throat suddenly parched, Cole watched transfixed as Bella unzipped the side of her slinky gown, letting it fall to the floor in a puddle of silk. Beneath, she wore nothing except a teensy white thong riding high over her round hips and a flesh-toned bandeau bra that barely contained her bodacious breasts.

“Goddamn, you’re beyond gorgeous, angel.” He breathed, awestruck.

She trembled, delighted by his reaction, before kicking the garment away.

“Don’t blow your load too soon, hot stuff,” Bella husked, “we’re only getting started.”

That said, she circled the pole, building inertia in a series of spins until she abruptly leaped. With a dynamic flip, Bella caught the steel shaft between her crossed ankles and hung there, spinning upside down with her arms spread wide.

Muscles popped across the redhead’s well-padded frame; her hidden strength revealed. Years of training and dedication were displayed as she flexed and contorted her lush figure in a manner most mortals couldn’t conceive.

Coppery tresses flew like a cape behind Bella when she jack-knifed, hands replacing her feet on the pole. Then, she straightened into a human flag. Cole gasped at her show of strength and control as she spiraled, walking on air before performing an aerial split.

Her thick thighs parted at a perfect one-eighty-degree angle, and her pointed toes aimed at the ceiling and floor, unveiling a puffy camel toe covered by a tiny triangle of damp white cotton.

Cole’s strangulated stiffness roared for freedom. Precum dribbled across his knee. The entire evening had been an emotional rollercoaster fueled by an irrefutable sexual chemistry. Their flirting and dancing and silent cues had his balls boiling for this divine creature twirling expertly for his viewing pleasure.

Bella was incredible in both body and soul. She clearly knew about his arrangement with the different women in his life–she’d all but spilled the beans to Vivian–yet here they were, teetering on the precipice of something amazing.

As though reading his thoughts, Bella lowered to the ground with fluid grace, an impish expression on her stunning face. She posed in high heels and skimpy underwear, one hand on her hip while the other flipped her mussed locks, gifting him a radiant grin worthy of a centerfold.

“Ditch the pants, hot stuff.” She ordered, gnawing at her bottom lip. “You’re getting the full champagne room treatment tonight.”

The redhead stared hungrily as Cole stood and shucked off his trousers. He grunted, struggling to liberate his obstinate erection until it sprang out like a lurid jack-in-the-box. Long, hard, and beefy as his forearm.

“There he is,” Bella husked, her emerald eyes lidded. “The rumors don’t do you justice.”

Rumors?

Cole was about to grill her for details when she squatted, grasping his veiny length in soft hands to lavish a sloppy kiss on the bulbous tip. Electric sparks of pleasure chased further thoughts from his lust-addled mind.

Standing over her, Cole marveled at Bella’s beauty. She possessed feminine appeal in the same way a planet had gravity. It pulled at him inexorably. She radiated elegance even while polished his knob, making that lewd act seem respectable somehow.

Looking down, he had a front-row seat to the show of a lifetime. His horny gaze wandered from her glittering emerald eyes and shiny hair, along the sweep of her exquisitely arched spine, past the pinch of her trim waist, to land on the swell of her meaty haunches and peachy bubble butt.

His rigid immensity jerked against her ruby lips at the sight. Her overtly generous glutes ate the dental floss thong as she squirmed and sucked eagerly.

“Jesus, that feels amazing, angel.” Cole groaned. “But I’d be remiss in my duties as your date if I didn’t return the favor.”

Bella paused and glanced at him, quirking a curious brow with his tip still lodged in her pretty mouth. He smirked at the questioning expression, patting the stack of padded mats.

“How about you join me up here? There is no possible version of myself–in this reality or any other–that doesn’t want that sweet, perfect ass sitting on my face.”

The redhead pondered the offer, suckling thoughtfully before nodding.

“Okay, hot stuff. I’m game.” She said, releasing him with a lip-smacking pop! “You’ve proven you can dance. Let’s see how you measure up in the sack with this gigantic tool stuck in my tight little throat.”

The amorous pair tumbled onto the makeshift mattress, kissing and wrestling playfully until Bella pinned him. Cole’s shirt, jacket, and shoes had vanished in the tussle, as had her bra. They’d ended nose-to-crotch, the captivating dancer’s barely concealed pussy and delicious caboose hovering a handspan above his face.

Cole could smell her arousal–a spicy tang that matched the juices leaking down Bella’s powerful thighs. Grabbing her wide hips, he gathered that precious nectar on his tongue, then dived in for more.

“Oooh… fuck!” She squealed, spasming rapturously as he nosed aside the thong to attack her budding pearl. “Pl-playing dirty, are we? Take this!”

Bella inhaled his king-sized cockhead, double-fisting his ramrod while crushing Cole with her cushiony cheeks. She grinded on his face, and he relished every second of it, motorboating that glorious ass-cleavage as his tongue dredged her dewy cleft.

Her hefty heinie enveloped his head in a pillowy prison. Soft warmth pressed down, threatening to smother him.

Cole was in heaven.

He glutted himself on Bella’s girl cum, face buried between those glorious spheres while she attacked his engorged enormity with furious fervor. Each lick and suck generated jolts of throbbing ecstasy. Her huge breasts nestled around his base like squishy melons as she jacked him into her welcoming mouth.

It was a race, hot and feverish. A game with zero stakes to see who could hold back and who would crumble to bliss. Both contestants were primed–ready to blow after their heated evening together. Only foolish pride was on the line.

By god, Cole wanted to be that fool.

He wanted to feel his buxom, vivacious angel unravel atop him. Wanted to drink deep of her liquid pleasure. He clawed at her fat derriere–fingers sinking into that firm flesh–spreading it apart and swirled his tongue across her love button just as she crammed him into her snug throat.

…it was a near thing.

"Glooomph~!" Bella gurgled, bathing Cole’s lips and chin with his prize. Her orgasmic howl cut short by his girthy gobstopper.

Cole didn’t ease up, driven wild by her flavor. He scoured that sweet snatch for every last drop, delving for more.

“Wo-woah, hot stuff!” The breathless redhead stammered, releasing his aching dick with a gasp. “Slow d-down… haaa! A girl gets sensitive after cumming so hard.”

He relented, if reluctantly, flopping back onto the padding. “Blue balls are a shit reward for victory. Pride be damned.”

“Yep, best loss ever.” Bella giggled, rolling off him to lie on her belly. “But I know how to ease that discomfort.” She wriggled her tempting tush. “A little birdie informed me that you enjoy hotdogging. Do you like these buns?”

Cole’s head whipped to the side, staring avariciously at the plump peach jiggling a few inches away from his nose. Bella’s gentle grip found his pulsating prick again, giving it an encouraging pump.

Sticky precum dribbled over her dainty fingers.

“I’d say pass the mustard.” He growled, crawling into place above her prone form. “Are you sure, angel?”

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