Heading home

Finally sated, Christina slumps against you, kissing you with languid warmth. You're breathing in gasps, overcome by one of the most intense orgasms of your life.

"You're a good fuck," she purrs happily. "That was fun."

You nod, unable to speak as you stroke her body, your cock still stiff inside her. She gives you another kiss, this time biting your lower lip and tugging at it with a growl, then letting it go. She gives you a last peck on the nose and climbs off you and back into the driver's seat.

You reach out to stroke her but she taps your nose with a slender forefinger.

"Uh uh," she denies you with a shake of her head that looks playful, but has steel in it. "One of the things I learned a long time ago as a musician was to always leave the crowd wanting more. Same thing here."

"That suggests there will be more," you laugh softly.

"You never know," she replies, starting the car and pulling back onto the street. A moment later she's reached the edge of town and puts her foot down, the car leaping ahead in acceleration. She glances at your lap, grinning at your exposed cock which is still half hard and gives a little amused shake of her head.

"You shoulda done that blonde at the bar," she laughs. "Want me to drop you back there and you can see if she's still ready for action?"

"I'd rather do you again," you smile.

"Now don't get all clingy and needy on me," she laughs, but with a serious look on her face. "That's the best way to ensure there isn't a repeat. That and getting forceful." She pauses, considering her own words for a moment. "Unless that's what I'm in the mood for," she chuckles.

"And how will I know that?"

"You won't. So you'll have to be content with me fucking you if and when I want."

"Don't I get a say in that?"

She gives you a grin of pure sexual heat before answering. "Not if you want it to keep happening you don't."

The rest of the drive is spent in silence as you ponder what's happened and try to figure out how you feel about it. Part of you feels intimidated and almost bullied by her, while another part is intensely aroused and excited. Christina is like nothing you've ever experienced before, far more thrilling than the easy conquests you're used to, but you get the sense that she could burn you down and bag your ashes and not think twice about it.

By the time she pulls onto the grounds of Pink Rose Academy, you still haven't made up your mind how you feel.

She parks in the underground lot and pulls her stuff out of the car before putting the top back up. She gives you a grin that speaks of promised but uncertain pleasures that gives you butterflies in your stomach. Before you can decide what to do she steps forward and grabs the back of your head with one hand, pulling you into another electrifying kiss as she wraps one leg behind your knee and grinds her pelvis against you before breaking away with a sultry smile.

"Sleep tight," she purrs, picking up her guitar case and bag and swaying away towards the faculty housing, casting a wink over her shoulder at you.