Irrational

You slowly bring your arms up to wrap around Alice. She squeaks as you squeeze her gently, just enough to let her know that you are there. You chew over your words as you think of the best way to express your tangled emotions right now.

“For tonight, we can be more than friends.” You say, as evenly and gently as your giddy heart and body will let you. “We can sort out what we mean to each other in the morning.” Alice shakes, sniffs hard right into your shirt.

“Ok.” She says, huskily. Her hands have started to roam over your back and shoulders. Is― Is she feeling you up? She squeezes your bicep. Oh fuck, she definitely is feeling you up. She breathes hard into your chest, an excited and raspy breath. You can feel it, hot and wet. You start to do the same, feeling the small of her back. It’s like rereading a book you read a long time ago, finding things that you had forgotten. Her shoulder muscles, tight from the weight of her bosom and stress. Her back, something she always thought was ugly because of a couple acne scars. Her skin is soft and hot to the touch on the back of her neck. You grab her shoulders and pull her face away from your chest. Her eyes are wet with tears and her face streaked with mascara. You are kinda shocked that she wore makeup just to see you. She notices the look you’re giving her and looks away.

“Hold on.” You say. You take a corner of your shirt and wet it with your tongue. You dab the corners of her eyes, getting some of the mascara away but smudging the rest of it. Alice sniffs. Her attention is elsewhere. Her eyes are drinking in your now exposed belly and chest, you can tell. She reaches out a hand and rubs them absentmindedly. You feel her hot fingers as they trace out the lines of your chest, ribs, and the folds in your belly.

“When did you get so hot?” She sniffs.

“Thanks I woke up this way.” You chuckle. Even when you let go of your shirt, she keeps her hands on your bare skin. Groping your chest. She manages to pull a couple hairs and you hiss quietly at her. She’s trying to take your shirt off the most awkward way possible.

“Take it off.” She grumbles, her eyes are smoky blue fires now. Hungry you might say.

“Ask and you shall receive.” You say, pulling your shirt up and over your head. Alice licks her lips. Then she reaches forwards, running her hands over your exposed pectorals. She is enjoying this a whole lot, you observe. You reach forwards, cradling her face with one hand. You draw her to your lips, and give her a quick peck. Then she returns it. Then she gives you another. And another. She kisses you fast, needily. Her hands massage your chest as her lips **** yours. Then she bites your lower lip. You hiss at her and she giggles. You kiss back, putting your tongue in her mouth, which she readily accepts. Her arms are around your chest now and she is basically sitting in your lap. Your cock twitches hard against your sweats as she repositions herself. She’s warm against you, so hot and so soft. You wrap your arms around her narrow waist and pull her against you. Her chest pushes into yours defiantly but it's close enough for you to tango with her tongue. You can feel that you are sweating now, and so is she. You run a hand lower, grasping her little tight ass. She gasps in your mouth.

“Naughty.” She giggles. She wriggles away from your hand and then stands up. She wipes a drip of spit from her lip. “Let me use the bathroom before we get too excited.” You wait until you hear the door is closed and then slowly and silently grab the blanket, going through the kitchen, turning the light off, and wrapping yourself up in the blanket, hiding just behind the bathroom door. You hear the toilet flush. The water runs. Then the door opens. You see Alice pass your vision, and grab at her. Alice squeals in delight.

“Shithead!” She shouts, wriggling in your grasp. You pull her in close, attacking her neck with kisses. She moans. Your hand darts up to her breast, and you feel your hand sink into the warmth and softness of her sweater. You kiss up her neck to her ear, and she whines. You feel one of her hands go up to your hair, the fingers running through it. It’s a wonderful sensation on your scalp. Your other hand darts up, groping her titflesh. She wriggles in your embrace. Her hair smells really good, like lavender. You squeeze her tits and she whines again.

“Gentle, John,” Alice says “they’re sensitive.”

“I’m also pretty sure they’ve grown.” You growl into her ear.

“That’s the freshman 15 for you.” Alice dryly chuckles. “I’m a 34F now.” You go back to attacking her ear and neck. The prize you get is the wonderful little sounds that Alice makes as you go about smooching her. Lovey-dovey noises of someone happy and in pleasure that you have not heard in a long time. While her one hand goes about running through your hair, you feel Alice’s other hand dive down towards a different prize.

“Oh!” You say as she grabs your engorged member.

“Oh wow,” she amusedly says. She starts stroking it through the fabric of your sweats. Like pumping a hand pump, you feel your sweats start to dampen with precum.

“God, your hand feels good.” You moan. Your balls are aching harder than before.

“My hand?” Alice says, stopping. She pulls away, wriggling out of your grasp far enough to turn around. She kisses you hard on the lips. “How about you try using my mouth? I do love a good facefuck.” She growls, her eyes are hot blue embers burning into you. You feel your cock twitch again, as she sinks down to her knees. She bites her lip and starts shimmying down your sweats. The base of your cock appears, your bulbous balls taut behind them. Alice’s eyes are glued to the shaft as it appears. She keeps tugging your sweats lower and lower until the whole member bounces up and free from its prison. Her eyes lock with it bobbing inches from her face.

“So we might have to have a raincheck on that facefuck.” she chuckles, clearly recognizing the danger she is in.

“Aw.” You try your best to sound disappointed but good God if her reaction to your cock not a confidence booster.

“Sorry I don’t want you to break my jaw tonight” she snorts. Then she brings her hand up to your cock and grips it. She licks her lips. “Jesus John.” She says. “The tips of my fingers don’t even touch. Was it always this big?”

“Was when I got up.” You say. Alice isn’t listening. She is slowly pumping your cock in her hand, watching it through the motions. A drop of precum strings down to the floor. You rest a hand on her head. She scoots forwards. She leans forwards, kissing the tip gently. She kisses it again. She keeps kneading your cock, kissing down one side and then the other. You exhale the breath you did not know you were holding. She goes back to kissing the tip. You look down, your fingers in her hair, meeting her eyes through her glasses as she begins to gently suck on the tip of your cock. She opens her mouth a little farther and lets the whole of your cockhead slip into her mouth. Then she starts sucking. Like a vacuum cleaner she sucks on your cockhead, her tongue dancing on the underside, up to your urethra, and back again. You feel yourself go cross eyed for a moment. It feels so good. Alice seems pleased with your reaction, purring with your dick in her mouth. She takes more in her mouth inch by inch. She gets about halfway down your cock before she has to stop. Then she starts to suck again. Hard. Her tongue darts around your shaft.

“Fuck Alice.” You stammer out, your legs nearly giving way beneath you. You feel your orgasm approach. “Oh fuck your mouth feels good!” Alice pulls back, your dick coming out of her mouth with a satisfying audible pop, a string of saliva connecting the two.

“Good for you John, because you have a very suckable dick.” Alice purrs. “And it's so big I can’t even suck the whole thing.” Half of your cock disappears into Alice’s mouth again. She hoovers it up, loud sucking noises echoing through your empty dorm. Alice moans, and you do your best to match her rhythm with your hips. She gags a couple times but makes no attempt to stop. Spit and precum drip down from her chin onto her sweater, forming a dark stain on her tits. You feel your orgasm rapidly start to approach. Your balls burn.

“Oh Alice.” You moan through your teeth, through the pleasure and the pain. “I’m gonna cum.” Alice hums a wet and happy noise around your dick. She pistons back and forth on your cock, not breaking eye contact with you. Your hand on her head goes limp as your orgasm approaches. Alice pulls off, moments before the crescendo.

“Cum on my face John,” she orders, “cum on my fucking face.” Both her hands come up to take the place of her mouth. They clench around your cock, well lubricated by all the saliva that Alice put there. You feel the pressure start shooting up. Your whole body goes taut, your balls a white hot flash of tension.

“Cum for me! Cum for me Jo―” The first pearl white shot catches her in the mouth. Even as she spits it out, she does not move her head. She does not even break her eye contact with you as rope after rope of cum shoots out of your cock. You count four, eight, 12 thick and sticky ropes of cum sailing out of your cock and onto Alice’s face. And her sweater. And her glasses. And her hair. Her hands don’t stop though, wringing every last drop out of you. The cum ropes slow, shorten, and then a little bit dribbles out onto Alice’s sweater. You look down at her. Her glasses, her whole face is covered in your spunk. It’s a beautiful tableau, her pretty face coated in ropes and ropes of thick, aesthetically pleasing cum. God damn you never used to cum like that, you think. Alice staggers to her feet, taking her glasses off. She walks over into the bathroom, and looks in the mirror.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, John. What have you been eating?” Alice laughs.

“I dunno.” You breath. You hear Alice giggle again. She walks out, wiping her face with one of your towels.

“Well whatever it is, don’t stop.” She smiles, wiping the cum from her glasses. “That was too hot.” As she puts her glasses back on, she eyes your half-hard member. She isn’t just looking at it though, you realize, she is eyefucking it.

“Like what you see?” You ask.

“I love it.” She says, pressing her body against yours. The wet patch on her sweater is already cold. She gets up on her tippy toes, stealing a kiss from you and then another and another. You grip the hem of her sweater, and start dragging it up. Alice idly grabs your cock again, casually pumping it. You break the kiss.

“I want to return the favor.” You growl into her ear.

“Ohh.” moans Alice. “What a gentleman.” You slap her ass and she jumps away. You pursue her as she sprints for your bed. She’s too slow getting onto the bed though, you catch her when only one knee is up. You grab her around her waist, attacking her ear and neck with your lips again.

“I’ve been gotten.” She muses, wiggling her hips against you, your hands working her sweater up her body. You grab the sweater and pull it up and off her. It falls clear across the room. Her bosom seems teetering on falling out of her gray bra, heaving with each breath that she makes. You go on the offensive, grabbing each breast with gusto.

“Be careful!” Alice mewls. “They’re sensitive!” You fondle them more gently, kneading them slowly. Alice moans, loudly. She goes down to her hands and knees on your bed, and drags you down with her, on top of her. You release her breasts, working your hands around to her back. You undo her bra with a click, and it falls loose against the bed. You trace your hands down her back to her hips and grab the tights that she was wearing. You grab them and wiggle them down off her and launch them across the room. Then you work your hands up to her cute gray panties. Her panties are noticeably damp in between her legs. You run a finger across the wet patch and elicit a high pitch whine. Then you place your thumb in the wet patch, and begin rubbing small fast circles right in the middle.

“Oh fuck.” Alice says, a breathy sigh, “Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.” You rub faster, and tighter, feeling out the nub through her panties. Target acquired. You rub her, hard and then soft, fast and then slow. You hear her breathing coming faster, shallower as she approaches her orgasm. You watch as she grips the covers of your bed, tighter and tighter. Her body starts twitching. She starts moaning, louder and louder. You grab her ass, rubbing your thumb harder and faster against the thin material. You can feel your hand starting to cramp up. She groans and moans through shallow and fast breaths. Suddenly she convulses. Her body twitches and you watch as the wet patch in her panties grows in size. Then she goes limp with ass in the air, head buried in the bed, legs spread invitingly. You feel her ass, how sweaty her panties have become. You gently push her over on her side. Her face is crimson red, her glasses beside her. You grab thumb holds on her panties and pull them off in one fluid motion. The smell of sex hits your nose hard, and your cock harder. Stealing a glance down, you can see that you are already at full mast again. You roll Alice completely on her back, and settle your face down between her legs. She is still enjoying the afterglow when your lips kiss her wet, puffy pussy.

“Oh fuck!” She yells, her body twitching. You kiss her pussy again. “Wait.” She gasps, twitching again. You kiss her a third time, and she twitches even harder. “Gimme a minute I’m still too sensitive down there!” She whines. She grabs your hair, holding you off her pussy. You kiss her thigh instead. She groans.

“Don’t keep a hungry man from his dessert.” You giggle mischievously.

“Fuck you” Alice says. Eventually she lets go of your hair. “Go slow I’m―” she halts as you give her pussy a nice long lick. Very shortly her hand goes from holding you back to holding you against her pussy. You tongue her, gently at first, then faster, greedier. She tastes good, sweet even. You cannot think of a time that you felt better going down on a girl. Alice seems to agree, her breathing coming in ragged and choppy gasps. She digs your face into her pussy, and you respond in kind. You feel her body start tightening up, like a spring being wound around your tongue. You bring up your hand, fingering her nub even as you work on her pussy with your mouth. Then her thighs squeeze down on your head, her hand grabs your hair hard, and you feel her whole body start to shake. You, doing your part, just keep licking away, scratching that itch for Alice. Then she cums. She convulses around you, her thighs clamping down on your head like an aggressive pair of earmuffs, and her breathy cries of passion filling your room. Then she goes limp on your face. You wipe your mouth with your arm and climb up on the bed beside her. Her eyes are closed, her breath fast and deep like someone who just ran a marathon.

“Too much?” You ask. She shakes her head no. “Did you cum?” You ask. She shakes her head yes. She just lays there, panting for a long moment.

“God, you do good work.” She breaths. Alice’s eyes flicker open, misty from all the dopamine you just shot into her system. She shifts her leg and bumps your rock hard cock. You look down. She looks down and bites her lip. You see the hunger in her eyes, you know what she is going to want. What is coming. You think to yourself, You consider that you don’t have any condoms here in your dorm. Meanwhile Alice is salivating as she stares at your cock, so do you really want to wear a condom? This could be an excellent chance to “test” your new rewards from Vernius, whatever those might actually do. What do you do?