Chapter Seven

“Stamping your claim on me already?” Cole asked, snatching Krystal up for a kiss after she closed the door behind them. “And what was all the ‘girlfriend’ business?”

His hands roamed beneath the skimpy robe to latch onto that superb rump, filling his palms as she melted against him, deepening the kiss into a proper makeout session.

“Hardly.” She giggled when the need to breathe finally separated them. “I like you, Cole. You’re down-to-earth, humble, easy to talk to, and more than simply good-looking. Jesus, your hands and these muscles are too distracting. Let’s slow down for a second.”

Relenting, he stepped back, not missing the flash of disappointment on her face. Taking a moment to ensure everything was still tucked into place within the scanty robe, she continued…

“Look, I could tell right away you’re the type of guy who dives headfirst into everything he finds joy in. Your artwork, your passion, matters of the heart. I assure you that’s a good trait, in my opinion. I was the same at your age, but it will also get you burnt if not tempered with caution.”

She was obviously speaking from experience, and Cole wasn’t stupid or arrogant enough to dismiss the fruits of hard-earned wisdom. He remained quiet, listening respectfully.

Krystal nodded her approval, aiming a finger gun at him. “That right there. Most young men with inflated egos would have lashed out, thinking they'd been reprimanded or emasculated somehow. Not you, though. You’re an old soul, Cole. I can see it in the thoughtful expression as you digest my every word as though it were gospel. That’s a huge turn-on for most women, but let’s face facts, settling aside the mind-blowing sex, we hardly know anything about each other.”

Huh.

She was right, of course. They’d exchanged fun banter and a few personal anecdotes on the short tour of the campus yesterday before, gaining brief insights into one another, but hadn’t explored any further than a surface attraction after the portrait sitting.

Sure, that attraction had been immediate. Unhinged. Spectacular. Definitely worth pursuing, but almost entirely physical, with a carefree mutual fondness rather than a serious understanding of who the other person was on a deeper level.

“Moreover, you are truly talented!” Krystal closed the short distance between them to brush another kiss across his jaw, pressing her enormous chest against him. “The world has to witness your god-given gifts, Cole, and I want to be by your side when you rage like a hurricane through the art scene. Sweeping the pretentious blowhards away.” a gentle hand clasped the swelling bulge in his sweatpants, “And I really, really like this giant cum blaster. Wanna hear a secret, stud?”

“Sure.” He rasped, mouth dry as she jacked his growing length beneath the loose-fitting fabric. “I’m all ears.”

The voluptuous vixen rose on tiptoes, dragging her moist tongue up his temple, sampling his perspiration with a heated moan. “I’m not the kind of girl who would relish keeping this monster dick for herself. Quite the opposite, actually. C’mon, let’s eat and chat. I ordered in while you were out.”

Cole let her lead him to the kitchenette by his increasing stiffness as though it were a leash. Yesterday's portrait and the paint-stained sheets from last night were drying in the studio, arranged for the best viewing from anywhere in the efficient space.

He’d left her a note on the quartz countertop before setting out on his morning jog, and a white box of breakfast pastries now rested beside it. Krystal pushed him into one of the two wooden chairs at the small dining table before swaying her captivating derriere over to select a cheese and bacon croissant, flashing the lower swell of those luscious cheeks with every swish of the too-short hemline.

Clearing his throat, Cole found his voice again. “You’re dropping a lot of bombs here, Krystal. One minute you’re telling me we hardly know each other–and I agree, not that I regret a second of last night–but in the next, you’re talking about how much you like my dick and being at my side while I take the world by storm? Excuse me if that’s confusing.”

She folded a paper napkin around the pastry with a gentle smile, sauntering back to settle sidesaddle in his lap (Jesus, that tiny robe barely contained her hefty endowments), and held the food to his lips.

“Then allow me to break the issue down into the constituent parts while you eat. Say ‘aaahh…’” He begrudgingly obliged. His empty stomach rejoiced. “Firstly, we’ve skipped a few steps in the usual getting-to-know-you process. I was merely pointing that out before we started making foolish declarations of devotion or commitment. It doesn’t mean we can’t take the time to establish a stronger connection.”

“This is your idea of taking things slow?” Cole asked, feeling her thick buns squeeze around his supersized hotdog. “Not complaining, but you better get through the other points quickly, or I’m going lose my cool.”

“Maybe that’s my game, big guy. Play along a lil’ longer, okay?” She winked, nibbling her bottom lip and shoving her bouncy chest under his chin. “Secondly, I meant what I said about your talent and future potential as an artist. If that portrait you produced in a single sitting–god, just glimpsing it is getting me excited again–represents even a fraction of your gift, you’ll make waves on an international scale.”

The ravishing brunette fed him another bite, flexing her glutes most distractingly. Cole’s head swam with lust as she stroked his hardness and ego simultaneously. This wicked, wonderful woman…

“Thirdly, adoring your donkey dick goes without saying. My howls of bliss last night were a testament to your prowess in the bedroom. I’m fighting the urge to drop to my knees and gobble it down until you feed me my breakfast… oh fuck, that would be sooo goddamn hot, acting like your personal cumslut–no! Bad girl, bad Krystal!” She reprimanded herself with a shudder, cramming the last of the pastry into his mouth. Cole choked it down and licked her fingertips clean. “You-you have to understand… hrnnnh! Understand something really important about me…”

Cole was actively humping her fat booty through his sweatpants, mostly. The flexible fabric couldn’t contain him at full extension; her squirming had tugged down his waistband freeing several girthy inches which hiked up her useless robe and slipped across her moist pussy lips to fuck her sumptuous thighs.

“Spill the tea if you want that meal, babe.” He grunted, still sucking on her dainty fingers. “I’m getting close.”

“I want to watch you fuck other girls!” Krystal wailed. Warm wetness splashed Cole’s shaft and balls as she spasmed through a dramatic climax. “I yearn to see my mega-hung hunk tame them with his uber-cock, so we can invite them into our bed and love them together!”

Her heartfelt confession did nothing to lessen Cole’s arousal.

He wasn’t a prude or judgemental. If a woman he cared about (and admittedly, he was fast-catching feelings for this irrepressible minx) had certain needs–needs he could fulfill–Cole wouldn’t hold back.

The memory of Krystal’s smug grin as she watched Lita flirt with him suddenly took on new meaning, and something she’d said echoed through his endorphin-addled mind.

We’re still on for lunch today, yeah? Looking forward to it, girlfriend.

“Get on your knees, cumslut. Breakfast is about to be served.”

They came together in carnal harmony when Cole emptied his heavy balls down her hungry throat.

The campus was alive with students when they reemerged not long after eight–freshly fed, showered, and dressed–to find Lita and her yoga mat gone.

Krystal was professionally attired in a figure-obscuring long skirt and baggy blouse, her chestnut hair knotted into a French braid that hung down her back. Cole had on a classic dress shirt and smart slacks she’d somehow procured in his sizes.

“Take this morning to familiarize yourself with the grounds and facilities.” She suggested, her glasses catching the sunlight. “I’ll arrange a car service to ferry you home to collect your belongings at eleven. Pack light. Clothing and essentials only. The academy provides just about everything else and your stipend will more than cover the rest.”

This was Krystal, the educator and administrator, speaking. Not the incorrigible size-queen nympho who’d eagerly sucked him dry an hour ago. The shift in personas was startling, though a mischievous glint in her tourmaline eyes assured Cole the latter lurked beneath the formal veneer.

He found the contrast impossibly sexy.

“I’ll do that. Anywhere in particular I should begin my self-guided tour?”

She had emailed him a data package that included class schedules (attendance was voluntary as per Von Gloot’s loosey-goosey style of education), a digital map with various amenities highlighted, copies of his scholarship agreement, the school directory including each professor’s name, contact details, field of expertise and office hours, plus other assorted documents Cole planned to sift through as time allowed.

“Nope. Let those size fourteen trotters roam where they will.” Krystal gave him a saucy wink, then schooled her expression. “It sounds crazy at first, but the system here is focused on giving students space to learn how to fly in an open, positive environment instead of cloistering them in stuffy classrooms. Crazier still, it works.

“Go mingle with like-minded individuals and share ideas. Attend any class that interests you. Meet the teaching staff, and take advantage of their knowledge and experience. Free yourself to learn and grow at your own pace. Just be sure to meet me back here after lunch to vent some frustration.”

After her lunch with the yoga-loving Lita.

Cole’s brow creased in confusion. “You’re still feeling frustrated?”

“Heck no, stud! I’m weak in the knees after last night and this morning. But working alongside the Dean would test the patience of Buddah. I’ll need a good, hard dicking to blow off the head of steam he’ll inspire. That man is a total lech. Do a girl a favor and let me ride your hog later, m’kay?”

She glanced about surreptitiously before darting in for a brief kiss. Her lips were incredibly soft and inviting.

“Of course, Miss Laurier. The hog and I are at your disposal.”

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