Red Wine

When Emma gets back to the student residences, she runs into Mia. The college athlete is dressed down in a pair of jean shorts and tank top. Mia brightens when she recognizes Emma. “Hey, Emma! I remember you from the showers last week. You’ve got style. You know, I have a bottle of red wine in my room that’s much too big for me to drink on my own. Do you want to help a girl out?”

Emma thinks of last week and smiles. “Yeah, that sounds great actually. You have me at red wine.”

Mia takes the stairs up. “So, what’s your deal? How come I never see you around the athletics building?”

“Oh, I’m not in athletics. Psych major. No scholarships, no bursaries, no legacy. Just doing the grind, paying my tuition.”

“Hey, the athletics building is free for all. Can’t beat that deal once you graduate. I could show you a move or two next time you come.”

Emma giggles. Mia opens the door to her dorm apartment and ushers her in. She holds up the wine bottle and pours two plastic cups. The girls toast and set down their cups. Emma feels a rush of heat to her face. The moment feels right. She leans over and kisses Mia’s wine-red lips. Mia kisses her back. “Oof, you don’t waste time.”

“You should show me a move or two now.”

Mia kisses her again, biting Emma’s lips. Mia’s hands are everywhere, on Emma’s breasts, between her legs, guiding Emma into Mia’s bedroom, shutting the door behind them. Emma is on her back on Mia’s twin bed, and then Mia is on top of her. Mia kisses her neck, nibbling and sucking. Emma moans as Mia’s hand slips up her skirt and the suction on her neck increases. The fingers brushing her bare mound feel wonderful, and the lips on her neck are intoxicating. She can feel tiny blood vessels burst from Mia’s lovebite. She moans, too overcome to protest. “Oh, you’re giving me a hickey.”

Mia tears away. “Should I stop?”

Emma misses the touch of Mia’s mouth. “No, I like it. Go lower.”

Mia pulls off Emma’s top and then her mouth is on Emma’s tits, rolling the soft flesh gently between her teeth. She sucks and nibbles on Emma’s nipples, all the while her fingers tease Emma’s bare pussy. Emma blushes, remembering that she’s easy access for Mia’s fingers because her perverted old Psych professor told her not to wear panties all day, but that’s not of the moment. Mia’s hot mouth helps her forget. The fingers tease Emma’s pussy, playing with the energy microns aways from her skin, all the while Mia’s teeth give her another lovebite on her pale tit.

Emma moans. “Please.”

The skirt comes off, but still it’s Mia biting and sucking on Emma’s titflesh while Mia’s fingers tease Emma’s pussy with the lightest touch. The fingertips are so tantalizingly close to Emma’s lips and yet so far. Emma grinds her pelvis in and out of the bed, trying to catch Mia’s finger with her pussy, but Mia just keeps her pinned down and played with.

Emma moans more. “Please.”

Her whole body tingles from the bite on her neck to her tits to her **** teased pussy. Mia bites Emma’s other tit and then her fingers flick Emma’s clit. There is a flash of infinity, but then the fingers glide again. Emma is a helpless moaning puddle. Mia’s mouth travels lower, kissing, and then Mia’s teeth close gently on Emma’s pussy lips and tug like a lioness tugs the nape of a kitty’s neck. Emma's whole body shakes.