Sneaky Link

The flight back to Amherst landed smoothly at Bradley on that Sunday afternoon in early January. I grabbed my duffel from the overhead bin and made my way through the terminal, passing groups of families reuniting after the holidays and a handful of other students with backpacks slung over their shoulders, looking as tired as I felt.

When I stepped outside, the cold hit me hard: the sharp, dry Massachusetts air that always felt different from the milder winters back home. I waited under the pickup awning for my Uber, breath fogging in front of me, until the car pulled up. The driver popped the trunk, I loaded my bag, and we headed out on the hour-long drive to campus.

The roads were mostly clear, but high snow banks lined the sides from recent plows, the landscape white and quiet under a gray sky. My mind drifted during the ride, replaying the break. It had been a good one, mostly low-key family time, with dinners every night, helping my dad with small projects around the house like fixing a leaky faucet or shoveling the driveway after a light snowfall, and keeping up with swim laps at the local community pool to stay in shape.

Riley and I had managed a few hookups when our schedules aligned, nothing too planned but opportunistic, like one late night when she slipped over after everyone in my house was asleep, us moving slowly and carefully under the covers to keep quiet, another afternoon in her car parked down a quiet side street, quick and urgent with her bent over the back seat, hands braced on the window. Most of the time, though, we were apart, her busy with remote sorority meetings and family obligations, me just relaxing or catching up with old friends.

It felt balanced and recharging, but now the return to dorm life brought that familiar sense of independence mixed with the impending structure of classes and practice.

The Uber dropped me off in front of North, the brick building looking exactly the same as when I'd left it, a few lights on in windows as early returners settled in. I hauled my bag up the stairs to the second floor, the hallway mostly empty with just a couple doors open and faint music drifting out.

My room was dark when I pushed the door open; my roommate wasn't back yet, his side of the space still bare from break. I dropped the duffel on my bed, unzipped it, and started unpacking methodically to shake off the travel fog.

I folded shirts into the top drawer, hung jeans on hangers in the small closet, and lined my textbooks on the desk next to my laptop. I plugged in my phone charger, checked the mini fridge for any forgotten items, found a half-empty water bottle and a yogurt long past its date, and tossed them both.

I sat on the edge of the bed for a minute, scrolling through my phone to catch up on messages. My parents had texted to confirm safe travels, a few high school friends were posting about their own returns to college, and Riley had messaged earlier: "Landed safe? House already chaotic with everyone back."

I replied quickly: "Just got in, unpacking now. You holding up?"

Her response came as I set the phone down to finish sorting clothes: "Yeah, rush kicks off tomorrow. Miss the quiet already."

I thought about her then, the way she'd handled things before break, her casual but firm approval on exploring with Jenna if I wanted. The note with Jenna's number was still tucked in my wallet, the ink a bit smudged but the digits clear. I pulled my wallet from my pocket, fished it out, and stared at it for a moment.

Break had given me plenty of time to mull it over; Riley's green light felt like it had no strings, but I wanted to double-check before making a move. Instead of texting, I hit the FaceTime button on her contact.

She answered on the third ring, her face filling the screen, dark blonde hair pulled into a messy bun, green eyes a bit tired but lighting up when she saw me, propped up on her sorority room bed with string lights twinkling in the background.

"Hey, you," she said, shifting to get comfortable and propping the phone against a pillow. "Unpacked already? Efficient as always."

"Mostly done. Room's quiet for now; my roommate is not here yet." I paused for a second, then dove in. "So, about Jenna. I'm back on campus, and I'm thinking of texting her tonight. You still good with that?"

She laughed softly, no hesitation in her expression, leaning closer to the camera. "Yeah, of course. I told you before, have fun with it. Distance is tough sometimes, and I can take care of myself just fine when you're not around. I have my toys and ways to handle that, but you can't really do the same without someone else. So go enjoy; keep yourself satisfied. I don't want you frustrated the whole semester. Just keep it honest with me; tell me how it goes if you want. Details are always appreciated, by the way."

She winked at that, her tone playful but completely genuine, like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I felt the reassurance sink in deeply, her ease making the whole idea feel normal and without pressure. "Okay, cool. Thanks for being so chill about it. Means a lot."

"Always. We're figuring this out as we go, right? Now go get some action. Call me later with the play-by-play." She blew a kissy face at the camera and hung up with a grin that left me smiling too.

I texted Jenna right after, my fingers tapping quickly on the screen. "Hey, back from break. You on campus?" She answered almost immediately, like she'd been waiting for something similar. "Yes! Just got in yesterday. Come over if you're free." I kept it simple. "Heading your way in a bit."

I finished the last of the unpacking to kill a little time, hung my coat in the closet, and set out my toiletries in the bathroom caddy. I showered fast to wash off the plane feel, the hot water steaming up the mirror and easing the travel stiffness from my shoulders.

I towel-dried, changed into clean jeans and a fresh hoodie, checked myself in the mirror quickly, and ran a hand through my damp hair. I walked down the hall around 8, the building starting to come alive with voices from other rooms, doors opening and closing as people settled back in.

I knocked on her door lightly. She opened it quickly, standing there in an extremely tight black top that clung to her body like a second skin, the fabric stretching taut over her curves and outlining her tits clearly, paired with simple gray leggings that hugged her legs and round ass.

Her brown hair was loose over her shoulders, green eyes lighting up with a welcoming smile as she stepped aside. "Hey, perfect timing. Come in."

Her single room felt cozy and lived in, the bed pushed against one wall with a dark comforter pulled neat, the desk organized with an open laptop glowing and scattered notebooks from unpacking, a couple of posters on the walls adding color.

I sat on the edge of the bed, and she joined me close enough that our thighs brushed right away. We talked about break first, her asking how mine went with genuine interest. I told her about the family stuff, keeping it general without diving into details, mentioning the usual holiday meals and downtime.

She shared hers, visiting relatives a few states over, dealing with the chaos of big family gatherings and too much food. The conversation flowed naturally from there to school starting up again, her psych major classes sounding heavy with reading lists already emailed, my business ones focusing on group projects and case studies this semester.

We laughed about the inevitable dorm quirks kicking back in, like the laundry room battles that would start tomorrow or the vending machine downstairs that always ate quarters.

The chat turned more personal in a gradual way, her shifting even closer on the bed, her hand resting lightly on my knee as she spoke, fingers tracing slow, absent patterns that sent subtle sparks up my leg.

"Been thinking about that night before break a lot," she said, her voice dropping a notch, eyes holding mine longer, the air thickening between us. "Walking in was a total shock at first, but kind of exciting in hindsight."

I agreed, the memory stirring a familiar heat low in my gut. "Yeah, unexpected for everyone, but it turned out good."

Her fingers pressed firmer on my thigh now, sliding higher inch by inch, the touch deliberate, her green eyes darkening as she leaned in closer, her breath warm on my neck. The tight top stretched with her movement, her tits brushing my arm, soft but insistent, the contact electric.

She whispered low, "It's been too long since then," her hand grazing the growing bulge in my jeans, squeezing lightly through the fabric, making me throb harder.

Before things heated up further, I pulled back slightly, my mind on Riley's request for details. "Hey, before we go any further, would you be cool if I took some photos and videos during? Nothing with your face if you don't want, but it'd be hot to capture the moment."

She grinned wickedly, no hesitation, guessing right away. "For Riley? Yeah, definitely; go for it; make sure they're good ones for her. Faces are fine; just keep them private."

That settled, the air charged even more as she leaned back in.

She closed the gap, kissed me softly at first, lips brushing tentatively, then parting as our tongues met slowly and exploratory, building deeper, quicker, her tongue sliding against mine, hungry and wet, tasting faintly of mint as she pressed her body flush against me.

My hands slid under her tight top right away, feeling the fabric stretch taut over her warm skin, no bra underneath, her tits heavy and full in my palms as I cupped them, thumbs circling her nipples slowly and deliberately until they hardened into stiff peaks against my touch, the soft flesh overflowing my hands as I squeezed firmer.

She moaned softly into my mouth, arching her back to press closer, her body responding immediately, hips grinding subtly against my thigh. I pulled the top off over her head in one motion, exposing her tits fully, nipples dark and erect in the room light, the skin flushed pink from arousal.

I sucked the left one slowly, tongue lapping in wide circles around the areola before flicking the tip rapidly and insistently, teeth grazing just enough to make her hiss, my hand squeezing the right breast firmly and rhythmically, kneading the weight and softness, feeling her heartbeat quicken under my palm.

She gasped sharply, hands threading through my hair, pulling me tighter against her chest as her breath came quicker, ragged, her free hand reaching down to palm my cock through my jeans harder now.

She stood up between my legs then, hands going to my hoodie zipper, pulling it down slowly and teasingly before yanking it off along with my shirt underneath in one urgent motion. Her fingers traced my chest down to my abs, nails dragging light lines that raised goosebumps, then to my belt, unbuckling slowly and deliberately, eyes locked on mine with that raw spark.

She peeled my jeans and boxers down together, my dick springing free hard and ready, veins standing out thick from the anticipation, head already slick with precum. She stroked it slowly at first, grip firm from base to tip, twisting her wrist on each upstroke, thumb pressing over the head to spread the beading precum in slow circles, making the slide slick and smooth, her other hand cupping my balls gently, rolling them in her palm.

She looked up at me with a grin that turned hungry and filthy. "God, I really missed having this dick."

She leaned down, lips parting wide to take the head in, sucking deeply with a slow deliberate bob that drew a low groan from me right away, her cheeks hollowing as she created intense suction.

Her tongue swirled along the underside vein relentlessly, pressing flat and hot, tracing every ridge as she took more length each downward motion, her throat relaxing gradually to accommodate until she gagged lightly but pushed deeper anyway, nose brushing my groin as she deepthroated fully, holding for a long moment, throat contracting around me in rhythmic squeezes before pulling back slowly, strings of thick spit trailing.

It was sloppy from the very start, spit building quickly, dripping down my shaft in thick trails and over my balls as she hummed a low vibration that sent shivers racing up my spine and made my hips buck instinctively. Her hand twisted at the base in perfect rhythm with her head movements, pumping wet and fast, the wet gurgles and slurps filling the room loudly and obscenely, her eyes watering slightly at the corners but locked on mine with a playful, challenging spark that made it even hotter, mascara starting to smudge as she **** herself deeper again and again, gagging louder each time but not stopping, spit pooling at the base and dripping onto the floor.

The heat built fast, and I tangled my fingers tightly in her loose brown hair, gripping firmly at the back of her head to guide her deeper, forcing her rhythm faster as I started thrusting up into her mouth, face-fucking her steadily.

She moaned, muffled around my length, the vibration intensifying everything, her throat opening wider to take the forceful drives, audible **** gurgles bubbling up wet and **** with each deep push as the head lodged hard past her limits, her struggling noises, wet, strained whimpers and choked gasps, vibrating around my shaft, mixing with slurps while tears streaked her cheeks.

I held her head down longer on the downstrokes, nose pressed hard against my groin, throat bulging visibly with the full length buried deep, convulsing and **** around the intrusion in tight, rhythmic spasms that squeezed every inch, loud glucking sounds escaping as she struggled for air, face flushing deeper red, body tensing while her hands clutched my thighs tighter, nails digging in as the **** turned frantic and raw before I finally let her up gasping desperately, thick ropes of spit pouring from her swollen lips in heavy strings that stretched long and snapped messily, her chest heaving with ragged coughs and wheezes but grinning wider, eyes wild and submissive.

I kept the grip firm in her hair, controlling the pace completely now, slamming deeper relentlessly with short, brutal thrusts that choked her again and again, her throat stretching and bulging each time the head **** past her limits. Her mascara running dark trails down her flushed, tear-streaked face while she looked up desperately and hungrily, hands bracing on my thighs for support as the sloppy, **** gags and strained noises turned even more obscene, her body trembling slightly from the intensity but urging me on with muffled, eager hums whenever I gave her a brief breath.

She pulled off gasping for air after a long minute. Thick strings of saliva connected her swollen lips to the glistening tip. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand slowly and deliberately, grinned up at me with flushed cheeks and messy hair, lips shiny and red.

"Fuck, you taste so good," she murmured breathily before diving back down briefly for one more deep suck.

She stood fully then, turned slightly to give me a teasing view of her round full ass before climbing onto the bed proper, straddling my hips.

She rode steadily at first, hips rolling in slow deliberate circles that made her clit grind firmly against my base with each downward motion. Her breasts bounced lightly, hypnotic with the rhythm, nipples hard and begging.

I thrust up to meet her drops hard, hands gripping her round ass hard, fingers digging deeply into the flesh, spreading the cheeks wide to feel the give and firmness. A finger teased her tight hole lightly with circling pressure which made her gasp sharply and clench even tighter around my length buried inside her. Her juices soaked my balls.

She leaned forward then, her breasts dangling heavily in my face, swaying with each roll. I sucked a nipple hard into my mouth, tongue flicking rapidly and insistently while biting down firmly enough to make her whimper louder and grind harder.

Her pace quickened instinctively as she slammed down harder now. The sharp skin slapping was loud and echoing in the small room. Wet squelches mixed in from how soaked she was.

She rubbed her clit with one hand, frantically, fingers circling fast and urgent, slick with her juices, dipping occasionally inside alongside my cock to feel the stretch. Her walls pulsed tightly around me in powerful waves. Her body shook uncontrollably as she rode through the orgasm harder. Her moans were unrestrained and raw, filling the air. Her nails raked down my chest, leaving red trails.

I flipped her onto her back carefully while still buried deeply inside, her legs parting wide in spread eagle eagerly, knees pressed back almost to her shoulders as I positioned between them in missionary.

I thrust steadily and hard right from the start, long, deep strokes that bottomed out each time. Her breasts bounced wildly with each snap of my hips. Her hands flailed desperately.

I pounded unrelentingly, balls slapping against her ass in a steady wet rhythm. The bed creaked loudly under us with every drive. The headboard started to thump against the wall.

She screamed loudly and brokenly, back arching high to meet my hips. Her round ass lifted slightly off the mattress with each deep plunge to take me fuller.

She started to rub her clit furiously with circling fingers, two fingers now dipping in alongside my cock, stretching her further, building fast again. She came a second time, even stronger. Her pussy clenched like a vice in spasming waves. Fresh juices gushed out around my shaft, coating my dick and thighs as she cried out raw and filthy. Her body convulsed under me. Her legs trembled.

We switched to doggy without pause or words. She rolled over, eagerly onto all fours, ass up round and full presented invitingly in front of me, back arched deeply to push it higher, face buried in the pillow muffling her moans already.

I grabbed her hips firmly with a bruising grip, thrusting hard from behind immediately. Her cheeks rippled visibly with each slam like waves. Her pussy lips gripped tightly on each pull out. She pushed back to meet every stroke hard, moaning for more.

My thumb circled her tight hole slowly, pressing lightly teasing then firmer, dipping in knuckle deep slick from her juices. She glanced back over her shoulder, eyes half-lidded with lust.

"I need your cock in my ass so bad right now. Please fuck me there. I want it deep. Stretch me out." The words came hungrily and desperately, her voice thick with want. Her hole winked invitingly.

I reached for the lube from her nightstand drawer quickly, flipped the cap and squeezed a generous amount onto my dick, stroking it slick and shiny from base to tip until it glistened fully thick, the cool gel contrasting the heat, then more directly on her hole.

I rubbed extra on her hole gently but thoroughly, two fingers now dipping in slowly to prep and scissor her open, circling inside to coat the walls deeper, feeling her relax and push back greedily.

I pressed the head against her ring, pushing slowly and steadily, the resistance firm at first, then giving as the head popped past with a shared gasp loud, inching deeper gradually as she breathed deeply and pushed back hard to take me, moaning constantly.

I paused halfway to let her adjust, thrusting gently, until she nodded frantically for more, her ass clenching around the intrusion, then slid the rest in until fully buried, balls pressed against her soaked pussy, the tightness hot and overwhelming, gripping every inch like a velvet vice.

I held still a moment to savor, feeling her walls pulse and adjust, her breath ragged as she acclimated to the fullness, reaching back to spread her cheeks wider for me.

Then I thrust slowly at first to build the rhythm, pulling almost out to the head then sliding back deeply. She moaned low and drawn out, reaching under to rub her clit again hard, fingers working fast circles before plunging three into her pussy, the dual penetration making her wilder.

I built speed, pounding harder steadily and punishingly, her round ass jiggling with each thrust, hands gripping her hips to pull her back onto me, the slap of skin loud.

She begged, voice breaking with every deep slam, "Oh god, please wreck my tight little asshole, fuck it harder, make it gape for you, I'm your dirty anal whore, ruin me with that big cock, pound my slutty ass until I can't walk, please don't stop destroying me."

Her ass clenching hot and unyieldingly around me, tighter with every motion as she relaxed fully into it, then clenched deliberately to try and milk me, the heat building unbearably, sweat dripping down both of us.

She came hard suddenly, her ass pulsing in powerful waves around my dick, screaming out raw as her body shook violently, pussy squirting heavily on her fingers and my thighs from the intensity, and then the ecstasy hit her full ****, cutting her off mid-scream into choked, repetitive moans that dissolved into pure incoherence, "F-fuckk... ahhh... ohgod ohgod... f-fu—" the raw, broken sounds trailing off abruptly as she choked on the overwhelming pleasure, body convulsing completely lost, the squeeze milking me right to the edge, waves of her orgasm pushing me over inevitably.

I pulled out last second, carefully with a wet pop, she turned quickly and eagerly on her back, pushed her tits together firmly with both hands, creating a tight, slick valley between them from the sweat, lube remnants, and her juices.

"Fuck my tits now, I want to feel you between them, cover me," she said breathily, urgently, eyes locked on mine, hungry and ****.

I straddled her chest immediately, dick slick from lube, slid between her pressed tits as she squeezed them tightly around me, the soft flesh hot and pillowy.

I thrust slowly at first, feeling the soft warm flesh wrap and squeeze every inch, head popping out the top with each forward push, the friction building perfectly and teasing from the sweat.

She tilted her head down slightly, tongue flicking out to lap the tip every time it emerged hungrily, licking the mix of precum, lube, and her taste with hungry moans loud, adding more spit drooling down deliberately from her mouth to lube the channel slicker and messier.

I picked up speed gradually then fast, thrusting harder now, the slide smooth and intense from the added wetness, her grip squeezing tighter instinctively rhythmic, tits jiggling slightly with the motion but held firmly, the pressure building unbearably as I drove between them relentlessly.

She begged desperately for my load, voice needy and wrecked, "Please fuck my tits harder, I need you to cum for me, paint these big tits with your hot seed, drench me in it, give me all that thick warmth, cover your slutty cum dump."

I thrust relentlessly now, head hitting her chin occasionally hard, her catching it with tongue or lips eagerly, sucking whenever possible. The sight overwhelming, my dick disappearing between her massive tits over and over, shiny and messy, her eyes looking up desperately and hungrily submissive, the feel of the soft flesh and tight squeeze pushing me right over, balls tightening.

I erupted hard intensely, first thick rope shooting up across her neck and chin high forcefully, next ones coating her tits heavily and thickly as I kept thrusting through the pulses hard, cum lubing the channel even slicker and sloppier, dripping down her cleavage in streams thick and warm, pooling on her chest.

Last pulses landed on her lips and tongue as she opened wide hungrily, licking clean eagerly and swallowing what she could, smiling through the mess filthily as I slowed finally, dick twitching between her tits spent and sensitive.

As I caught my breath, still straddling her, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand as she arched her back deeper to thrust her cum-covered tits higher, squeezing them together harder so the thick load pooled and dripped slower in the deep cleavage, ropes streaking across her neck and chin glistening, parting her swollen lips wide with her tongue extended flat and begging, one hand sliding down to spread her soaked pussy lips open fully exposing the glistening pink still pulsing, fingers shiny with her juices, green eyes staring straight into the lens hungrily and wrecked, mascara smudged dark, hair wild and sweaty strands stuck to her face.

I angled the phone to capture every detail, the full view of her flushed face with cum on her lips, chin, and tongue out, thick heavy ropes streaking and pooling across her neck and massive tits pressed tight, the mess shining obscenely in the room light, her spread legs framing her dripping open pussy, and snapped several quick photos from different angles as she held the pose, even moaning softly and biting her lip teasingly between shots.

I set the phone aside, picked the best one, and sent it off to Riley with a simple "As promised, details coming later." I pulled back gradually, collapsed beside her on the bed, breaths heavy raggedly, room thick with the smell of sex and sweat.

We lay there lazily cuddling for a long while, bodies tangled loosely under the comforter she'd pulled over us, her head resting on my chest, one leg draped over mine.

Her fingers traced idle patterns on my skin at first, then drifted lower, wrapping around my softening cock in a lazy stroke, gentle and unhurried, just keeping the connection alive as we caught our breath. The touch was light, almost absent, her thumb occasionally brushing the head in slow circles that made me twitch half-hard again, but neither of us rushed anything.

We stayed like that in the quiet, her hand moving slowly and rhythmically on me, the afterglow stretching long and comfortable, no need for words as the room settled around us.

Eventually, I checked the time, close to midnight now, and kissed her forehead softly. "I should head back before it gets too late."

She pouted playfully but nodded, pulling me in for one last deep kiss, tasting myself faintly on her tongue. I shifted to get up, but she whimpered softly, legs trembling visibly when she tried to move with me, her body still wrecked from the pounding, thighs shaking weakly and unsteadily.

"Fuck... I don't think I can stand," she laughed breathily and hoarsely, trying to push up on her elbows but collapsing back with a shaky gasp, ass and pussy throbbing sore, muscles turned to jelly from the intense orgasms and rough use.

I grinned down at her, sliding a hand between her thighs slowly, finding her soaked and swollen folds still pulsing sensitively. "Let me make sure you really can't," I murmured low, pushing two fingers deeply inside her without warning, curling firmly against that spot while my thumb circled her clit relentlessly and fast.

She arched sharply with a broken cry, hips bucking weakly instinctively but too spent to fight it, walls clenching tightly around my fingers in oversensitive spasms as I pumped steadily and hard, drawing out every last tremor until fresh juices coated my hand and she squirted slightly again, body convulsing hard one final time.

Her moans turned into ****, incoherent whimpers, legs kicking feebly before going completely limp, chest heaving raggedly as the pleasure tipped into overwhelming.

When I finally pulled my fingers free, she lay there utterly boneless, eyes half-lidded and glazed, a lazy, satisfied smile on her cum-streaked face. "Definitely... not walking tonight," she whispered weakly, voice wrecked.

I leaned down for one last slow kiss, then dressed quickly, hoodie back on, jeans zipped, and slipped out her door with a quiet "Text you soon," leaving her sprawled spent and trembling on the bed.

The hall was mostly dark now, a few doors still cracked with light but quieter than before. I walked the short distance back to my room, the cold dorm air cooling my flushed skin, mind replaying flashes of her body and the way she'd begged for every thrust.

My roommate still wasn't back, room empty and dark. I stripped down to boxers, crawled into bed, and pulled out my phone. Riley's contact was right at the top. I hit FaceTime without overthinking it, heart still racing a bit from everything.

She answered after a few rings, face filling the screen, hair down now and room dimmer, like she'd been winding down. Her green eyes brightened immediately when she saw me, a knowing smile spreading slowly.

"Well, hey there," she said, voice low and teasing, shifting to prop the phone better. "Someone looks thoroughly satisfied. Tell me everything, don't leave out the good parts."

I grinned, settling back against the pillow, and started from the beginning, recounting the night in detail while she listened eagerly, asking questions that pulled even more out of me, her reactions making it clear she was enjoying every word.

When I got to the end, how Jenna's legs gave out completely, how I fingered her one last time until she was a shaking, boneless mess who literally couldn't stand or even move properly, Riley burst out laughing, but it was that wicked, turned-on laugh, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

"Oh my god, you're cruel," she teased, biting her lip as she leaned closer to the camera, voice dropping huskily. "Poor girl, wrecked her so bad she can't even walk? Fingering her until she squirted again when she was already that spent? That's evil... and so fucking hot. Bet she's still lying there trembling, thinking about how you ruined her completely."

She paused, her free hand trailing off-screen slowly, breath hitching slightly. "You're lucky I'm not there right now. I'd make you pay for being such a ruthless bastard... or thank you for it. Keep talking; tell me how she looked when you left her like that."

I described it all again, watching her get visibly worked up, the teasing turning into breathless little taunts about how mean I was, how I'd better save some of that energy for her next time, the recap dragging out deliciously and charged between us long into the night.

I woke up the next morning to sunlight filtering through the blinds, my body still heavy with that deep, satisfied ache from the night before. My phone was buzzing faintly on the nightstand, roommate still gone, room quiet except for the distant hum of dorm life kicking back in.

I grabbed it, squinting at the screen, and saw a text from Jenna timestamped just minutes ago, like she'd sent it right as the sun came up.

"Hey... thank you for last night. Holy shit, I'm still feeling it everywhere. Couldn't even get out of bed to pee until now lol. Best way to start the semester."

I smiled wide, thumb hovering a second before hitting the FaceTime button without thinking twice. It rang a few times, then connected; she answered groggily, phone propped awkwardly against a pillow, hair wild and tangled across her face, eyes barely cracked open in the morning light.

She was still in bed, comforter pulled loosely around her naked shoulders, the same dark sheets from last night rumpled chaotically beneath her.

"Mmm... hey," she mumbled hoarsely, voice thick with sleep and that raw edge from all the screaming and ****, a lazy half-smile pulling at her lips when she saw me. "You woke me up... was dead asleep."

"Sorry," I said, not sorry at all, grinning as I took in how wrecked she looked. "Just saw your text. Figured I'd check if you were actually alive after I left you like that."

She laughed softly but winced immediately, shifting slowly under the covers and letting out a shaky breath. "Barely. Watch this."

She tried pushing up on one elbow to sit, but her arms trembled weakly, legs visibly quivering under the sheet as she attempted to swing them over the edge of the bed. Halfway there, she collapsed back with a groan, body flopping limply against the pillows, thighs pressing together like even that small movement sent aftershocks through her sore pussy and ass.

"Nope... fuck, can't even sit up properly. You destroyed me."

I watched her struggle a minute longer, biting her lip through another failed attempt to stand, knees buckling softly the second she put weight on them, forcing her to grab the nightstand quickly so she didn't fall. She eased back down slowly, breathing raggedly, a flushed, embarrassed little laugh escaping as she gave up completely and sank into the mattress again.

"Still tasting you too," she murmured sleepily, eyes fluttering heavily already. "Everything hurts so good... come over? Please? I need you inside me again... even if it hurts... please, I can't stop thinking about it."

I was already pulling on clothes as she begged, voice hazy and ****, telling her I'd be there in five. The walk down the hall felt quick, dorm still half-asleep on a Monday morning.

I knocked lightly; she called out weakly for me to come in. The door was unlocked; she hadn't even managed to get up to lock it after last night.

She looked even more wrecked in person, sprawled naked under the loosely pulled sheet, body flushed and marked faintly from the night before, hair a wild halo on the pillow.

"Hey," she whispered relieved when I stepped in, reaching a shaky hand toward me.

I grabbed a towel from her chair, wrapped it gently around her naked body, tucking it securely before sliding an arm strongly around her waist.

She leaned heavily into me immediately, legs wobbling badly with every tiny step, breath hitching sharply at the soreness between her thighs as I basically carried her the short distance, her weight soft and trusting against me. She clung tightly, face buried in my neck, laughing, embarrassed and needy against my shoulder through the slow shuffle.

Once she was done using the bathroom, I helped her back the same way, towel slipping a bit. She collapsed gratefully onto the bed, towel falling open completely as I climbed in beside her.

I pulled her close at first, but she rolled slowly onto her back with a soft needy sigh, arching slightly to offer her heavy tits up to me, nipples already hard again despite how spent she was.

I didn't hesitate; both hands cupped her full breasts firmly and heavily, massaging deeply and deliberately, kneading the soft weight slowly while my thumbs pressed circles over her dark nipples, rolling them between fingers until they stiffened even more under my touch.

She moaned low and shaky, eyes fluttering half-open, body trembling faintly from the soreness but pushing into my hands greedily anyway.

I leaned down, mouth closing hot over one nipple, sucking hard and slowly, tongue swirling wide wet circles around the peak before flicking rapidly across the tip, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp sharply.

I switched to the other breast, sucking deeper, cheeks hollowing as I drew the nipple in rhythmic pulls, hands squeezing and lifting the heavy flesh to my mouth while she writhed weakly beneath me, breaths coming raggedly and desperately.

Her hand drifted down between us shakily, fingers wrapping softly around my cock, which was fully hard again from tasting her, and started pumping slowly and lazily, grip loose but insistent, sliding up and down the shaft in unhurried strokes that matched the lazy rhythm of my mouth on her tits.

"Mmm... love how you suck them... feels so good even when everything hurts," she whispered hazily, voice thick with that lingering delirium.

After a long while of worshipping her breasts like that, leaving them shiny and swollen from my mouth, I shifted us gently; she rolled back into spooning position easily, back pressed tightly to my chest, ass nestling against me.

My arm draped over her again, hand returning to massage one breast slowly and soothingly, fingers kneading gently while I guided my throbbing cock to her entrance from behind.

She moaned raw immediately as the head pressed in. "Ohhh fuck... ahhh yes... stretching me so wide again... your cock is perfect... mmm god it fills me just right... love how big you are... deeper please..." the sounds spilling breathlessly and needily as I eased inch by inch into her swollen heat, her walls clenching tightly around me in painful-pleasure spasms, body trembling hard but hips tilting weakly back to take more until I was buried deeply.

"No thrusting hard... way too sore," she whispered shakily, breath catching again as she adjusted, "but don't pull out... just stay... feels so perfect... please just leave it there."

I stayed completely still, wrapped around her warmly and closely, one hand massaging her breast slowly and soothingly, fingers kneading gently while she melted further into me, soft needy moans fading into content sighs.

Her breathing evened out quickly, body relaxing heavily against mine, that full, connected feeling lulling us both.

As we drifted, phone still on the nightstand from earlier, I reached for it quietly and hit FaceTime to Riley one last time. She answered quickly, curious smile turning wicked when she saw us tangled closely.

I angled the camera carefully, first a wide shot of Jenna dozing peacefully against me, then slow pan down to an **** close-up between her thighs, showing clearly how I was buried deeply inside her swollen, glistening folds, holding still just like she needed, the base of my cock flush against her, her lips stretched tightly around me.

Riley's breath caught audibly, eyes darkening hungrily. "Fuck... look at that. She's still taking you even wrecked like that? You're buried so deep..."

I tilted back up, focusing on my hand massaging Jenna's heavy breast slowly, thumb circling her nipple gently as she sighed sleepily in her half-doze. Riley watched transfixed a minute, voice low and teasing. "God, you're both insane... she's out cold with you inside her? Hot as hell."

We talked quietly a bit longer, Riley teasing softly about how addicted we'd made Jenna, her breath quickening as she took in the views.

Jenna half-stirred then, eyes fluttering open faintly at the sound, murmuring hazily and deliriously toward the phone, "Hey Riley... he's... still in me... feels amazing..." before trailing off softly, head lolling back heavily against my shoulder as she passed out again mid-breath, body going limp and content once more.

Riley laughed breathily, shaking her head fondly. "Tell her hi back when she wakes up properly. You two rest... save some for me soon."

We hung up quietly. I set the phone aside, pressed closer into Jenna's warmth, hand still massaging lazily over her chest, and let myself drift off too, warm, close, and buried deeply in her, both of us napping easily in the quiet morning light.