The best night of his life

When Jeremy awoke, Candy was gone. He had no idea how she had found him, how she'd even gotten into the dorm, but when opened the door, she'd given him no chance to ask. Lips to lips, hand to groin, Jeremy had been pushed back into his room. By the time he fell backwards onto his single bed, Candy had his pants undone, his shirt off, and his penis erect. She was ready to go, and she made damned sure that he was too.

Gone were the feelings of rejection that Jeremy had felt by Candy standing him up. Gone was the anger, the frustration. There was no room for it. Jeremy felt more aroused than he ever had felt before. It was as if Candy had been created out of his desire. She responded perfectly to his mood, his needs. Every move she made turned him on more and more.

Within moments of being on his bed, they were both naked. Candy rode him like a wild animal, screaming his name, her hot, moist pussy squeezing his penis with perfect pressure, with perfect friction. He sat up, burying his face in her mammoth tits, her long fingernails raking his back, and bucked into her, causing her to squeal and mew.

Then it came. Then he came. Jeremy had never experienced an orgasm like that, and he wondered if he ever would again. As he exploded into Candy, so she renewed her screams, calling his name to all who would hear, broadcasting her bliss to the entire dorm.

She collapsed onto his chest, panting, kissing his lips with affection. The warmth of her body, the post-orgasmic pleasure, all washed over him, and his eyelids began to close...

...then she was gone.

He sat up on his bed. If it hadn't been for the strong scent of sex in the room and the scratches on his back, Jeremy would have questioned whether it had happened at all. Candy had shown up, given him the best sexual experience of his life, then left him, all without a word. Where had she gone? And would he ever see her again?