A five-mile run to the front door

The five-mile run was exactly what Shannon needed to clear her head. As she did her cool-down stretches she thought about the weekend. Belinda getting ****, Chance getting tied up in her own hair, Rhonda, Tracie and Amanda taking cum-baths; it seemed like the only ones the ghost was laying off were her and Lily, and Lily had only just got there. She wasn't sure whether she should be relieved or offended.

"Need a spotter?"

She turned and looked. He was six-foot-six, the same height as her, and athletic but not overdeveloped. He was wearing navy blue running shorts that showed off his tanned legs and a muscle shirt that clung to his sweat-glistening six-pack. His sun-bleached mop of hair topped a face that was to die for, especially those pearly teeth and violet eyes.

"Why would I need a spotter for cool-down?"

"What guy wouldn't want to spot for a long-legged beauty? Anyway I've been running after you."

"I didn't see you on the track."

"Since last year. You're name's Shannon Finn, you're the star forward on the junior basketball team, you like hot pink and most of the guys are terrified of you. Oh, and you are far and away the hottest girl in the college."

Shannon couldn't hide her blush. "Are you trying to pick me up?"

"Depends. Is it working?"

"Depends. What's your interest?"

"Depends. Would you be ashamed of going out with a Physics major named Ashford?"

"No. Is he here?"

"Nope. Just Welland Danforth, English major. I go by Well."

"Well, ..."

He grinned. "You know my name already!"

"Well do you know you're the first guy who's asked me out here who actually looked at my eyes."

"Green. Though they're kind of hard to see around your lips."

"What's wrong with my lips?"

"Nothing at all."

A split-second later Shannon's lips were being pressed, stretched, folded and licked. When she tried to moan he licked the tip of her tongue. Something snapped inside her and Shannon leaned into him, pressing the entire **** length of her body against his. She felt a bulge growing against her crotch, which she realized was exactly what she needed. After a long moment they parted.

Welland kissed the tip of her nose. "Wow, that was some kiss. I think I need a cold shower."

"I know just the place." She took his hand and started toward the parking lot.

He pointed off to the side. "The locker rooms are that way."

"Yeah, they are. Come on."

Shannon's ardour cooled a tiny bit on the way back to Theodora House. What if the ghost did something? No, he only went after people who were alone. And she had no intention of leaving this hunk alone. It had been a good four months since she'd had a nice firm cock inside her and she was hungry. He put his hand on her thigh in the car and gently slid it back and forth. Cool down? No, warm up.

Shannon stopped him on the front porch. "You realize why I'm bringing you here? It involves tab A and slut B."

"Don't you call Shannon a slut," he chided, "She's just got aching bones."

"You'd better be the one with the aching boner. Let's check."

Welland pushed her against the door and kissed her hard. The pressure of his cock grinding against her wet pussy was too much. She tilted her head down and looked at him through her eyelashes.

"Now."

"Now?"

She pulled his shorts down to just below his crotch and grabbed his member.

"Now."

Her careful hand guided his cock up the leg of her shorts, past her hastily pulled-aside panties, and directly into her warm dripping vagina. His mouth stifled her moan and she squirmed her chest against his. His firm-but-gentle thrusts rubbed everything sensitive and her butt nudging against the door increased the stimulation.

For the first time in roughly – ever – Shannon came first. She was halfway to her second when he pulled out quickly and shot a warm load up the inside of her panties.

"Why'd you...?"

"Protection. Did you notice the lack of condoms?"

"The real question is 'did I care?'. That was a fail, Well, and now we'll have to go inside and do it all over again. With protection, if you want. We'll start at the beginning, and keep trying until you get it perfect."

"Yes, ma'am. After all, the key to fitness is repetition."

He nibbled the back of her neck as she unlocked the door.