The Alumni Association Dance

Of course you choose the one Kendra wants. “I don’t know, though,” you say. “It’s a formal — I don’t know what I’d wear.”

“I will help you,” says Kendra excitedly. “It will be so much fun, and I can’t wait to see you all dressed up and debonaire; who knows, but I might be so taken by your dashing good looks that I might succumb to your charms.”

She gives you a wink and a kiss on the cheek, leaving you to be very glad you made the right choice.

Just then your phone beeps with a text message from Sarah: “Your cock. My pussy. 5 minutes. Your room.”

“Who is that?” asks Kendra, seeing you quickly glance at your phone and then slip it back in your pocket.

“Just a request from a buddy. I need to run. Can I catch up with you later?”

After quickly making plans to reconnect later in the day, you rush back to your room. You no sooner get the door unlocked than it flies open, and you see Sarah, stark naked, and looking impatient.

“I said five minutes. That was 9 minutes ago!”

She pulls you into the room, and you barely have the presence of mind to push the door shut behind me.

“I was at the cafeteria,” you say, by way of excuse, but Sarah has already gotten your pants down past your buttocks and is roughly stroking your cock as you try to take off your backpack and move over to the bed.

“No time for that,” she says, stopping you from moving and pushing you onto the floor. With your pants only partially on, it’s all you can do to make sure you land on some dirty clothes so you don’t hurt myself by the fall.

Your cry of surprise is muffled by Sarah’s mouth, which has attached itself to yours and is frantically sucking on your tongue as she climbs atop you and positions your cock between her legs.

“It’s a good thing you get hard as fast as you do,” she says, lowering herself on your shaft. “I thought I was going to scream while I was waiting for you!”

Sarah’s movement is anything but romantic. When she gets in these moods, she is like a machine. The way her pelvis rises and falls against yours, it’s a good thing you are on the floor, or the bed would probably be bouncing its way across the floor.

You have no idea why she is this horny. It was only four hours ago that you pulled yourself out of bed, with her juices still wet on your cock, fingers, and chin. Last night it hardly seemed that there was time for Kendra to fall asleep before you heard the telltale sound of the bathroom door opening, the soft padding of bare feet on your floor, and the creaking of the bed as Sarah climbed in beside you.

Now she is power fucking you so quickly that you can barely catch your breath. With no let up at all, you reach your peak before she does, and yet she just keeps going, pounding and pounding on your ever-so-sensitive cock.

Finally, just as you are about to push her off to keep from yelling, her pussy clenches tightly around your penis, and she arches her back and digs her nails into your chest. She rocks back and forth on you in silence for a few moments. The look on her face reminds you of pictures of heroin addicts in the first moments after getting their fix.

“Holy fuck,” you say, when you have your breath. “What got into you?”

Sarah is already up, gathering the clothes she discarded before you arrived. “Why, whatever are you talking about?” she asks, with a fake Southern accent and the batting of her eyes. You are pretty sure no refined Southern belle in any of the movies you have see. ever said those words while simultaneously wiping dripping cum from between her legs with a dirty “Big Bang Theory” t-shirt she found laying on the floor.

You get up and try to decide if you can wear the clothes you have on, or if they smell too much like sex. Deciding you can risk it, you make yourself presentable and tell Sarah about the upcoming Alumni Association dance.

“I’m not sure, but I think Kendra might be planning on letting me have sex with her that night,” you tell her. “If so, I really want to make it special for her — and me. You think you can take one night off from me, if she ends up spending the night here?”

Sarah looks at you with sheer panic. “A whole night? Why does it have to be a whole night?”

You begin to realize then the depths of her condition. If one night without sex is that scary to her, then something needs to be done.

“You know, you do have that medicine you told me about—“

“No! I hate that stuff. I hate what it does to me. I’m not going back on it!”

“It would just be for one night, though.”

“I said NO.”

With that, Sarah spins on her heels and returns to her room, pulling the bathroom door closed loudly behind her.

You sit on your bed and sigh.