Hell Yes!

You’ve been trying to get him to notice you for weeks. You flash Taylor a quick grin and she gives you a thumbs up.

“Sure. That sounds great.”

“I’m off campus. I have an apartment with friends a couple blocks away.”

“Cool.” You can’t believe it, you are so getting laid.

You follow him to his place. The apartment is small, but the common room is neat and tidy. Of course it’s his bedroom you’re most interested in.

“You want to watch TV?”

“Can I get a tour first?”

“It’s a short tour.”

“It’s not how long or short it is, it’s how it ends.” You give him a teasing smile.

“Well this is the common room.” He walks into a room on the other side. “And, this is my bedroom.”

You run your hand across his package as you step inside. The bed is small, but you aren’t really planning on sleeping. He closes the door and follows you in.

You let him get close behind you before turning. Your lips are close. He leans in and kisses you. You slip your slender hand down his pants, undoing the button on his jeans as you go.

He lifts you up with strong arms and tosses you on the bed. You slip out of your skirt and panties. He climbs on the bed kissing you up your thigh. He settles in on your pussy and begins to lick.

Fuck he’s good. His tongue is agile and he’s done this before.

“Oh fuck that’s good.”

You get up on your knees and let him slide his face under your sex. He keeps licking the entire time. In between moans you lean down and slide off his pants. His cock is solidly large and very erect.

You stroke it with your hand.

“Fuck yeah!” He growls.

He flips you over with ease.

“Get a condom on that monster and fuck me!”

He fumbles with his nightstand, but manages to pull out a condom and get it in in record time.

He wastes no time splitting you like a log. He is athletic and flexible, driving deep inside you. You feel the warmth of the condom as he cums. He continues to thrust into you.

“Fuck!” You cum.

You lay next to him, somewhat squished on the twin bed. The inexpensive blue sheets aren’t exactly making you comfortable either.

You slide off the bed.

“Fuck, Wyatt, that was amazing.”

“Thanks, Maya. Want to go it again?”

“Hell yes!”

“How about I take you to lunch tomorrow after Comparative Religion. A little food, a little conversation, and end with a bang.”

You kiss him.

“It’s s date.”

You get back to your dorm at three in the morning. You lay down and drift off to sleep.