Adventures In College

Sleep. Sleep is good. I close my eyes and enjoy the warmth of a relaxing rest. Suddenly, someone begins to roughly jostle me awake.

"John? John? It's time to wake up."

I groan softly as I open my eyes, revealing that I am not in a bed like I had believed. Instead, I am cramped in the back of a small car. Looking around, there is a mountain of suitcases, pillows, junk food and books.

Before I can mentally gather myself, the door swings open and reveals an older woman. I eye the woman for a second, trying to recount who she is. She leans in and smiles at me. The woman looks quite young, even though I can tell she is in her fourties. And yet I struggle to remember who she is?

Finally, a light bult lights up in my head, and I come to the realization; she is my mother. How could I even forget a fact like that?

The woman leans in slightly more and taps me gently on the leg. "Come on, John. We're here. Help your dad get the bags out."

I look around and suddenly realize where I am now - school. I've survived a four hour car ride to Grate University, where I will be attending as a freshman.

One of the things I can remember vividly is my sister, Brittany, who also goes here. My father and mother also went here, many years ago, if my memory serves me correctly.

I can stll feel the fleeing fatigue in my body, so I decide to get out of the car and just look around for a few. If they need my help so badly, they won't mind waiting.

Just as my father, an aging and balding man, is about to say something, I grab the first bag and begin transporting it over to a dolly in the curb. Instead of scolding me, he actually gives a nod of approval.

I look around once more. My family is the only in the large parking lot. Many cars are parked here, but they are no signs of people.

"Just be careful, I don't know what Emma packed, but they're heavy." My father's voice snaps ms from my thoughts.

"What?" My mother, Emma, asks defensively, crossing her arms. "Brittany told me to bring some of her stuff, too."

My father, Roger, sighs but doesn't push the issue further. After moving a few more bags, I realize how right he is. Luckily, he had already moved most of the bags, so I only have to do the bare minimum.

Once my father and I have loaded all the bags on the dolly, my mother places an arm around the both of us.

"Look at my two big, strong men taking care of all those bags for me."

My arm naturally rests on her back while my father begrudgingly stands at her other side, waiting to head in.

Without much control over my body, my hand starts to move lower down her dress, until it is resting on her plump bottom. She eyes me, but then smiles and drops her arms, seemingly unaware of my advances.

"Whelp, time to head inside." She turns back to me. "Are you excited?"

"Can't wait," I say.

My mother smiles in response. It's clead she's worried about how I'll fit in this new school, especially since I'm far more different than any other kid. You see, I'm a bit of a genius. Not to brag or anything; it's just a fact I've had to live with. Because of this, I don't mix well with others my age, even though I've been told I'm quite attractive.

As my parents walk up the stairs to the dormitory though, I notice several bright lights gathered up in the air, flowing around me as if I were a magnet.

I quickly glance at my parents, and with their lack of surprise or care, it's easy to realize that they don't see the lights, or anything out of the ordinary.

Other people on the streets are going about their business as well, making it clear that I'm the only one who can see these glowing orbs.

The lights swirl around me, creating a display that is simultaneously bizzare and exhilarating. The lights are three in color, pink, green, and red. Each of the lights shines brightly and moves around me with considerable confidence.

The lights call to me - beckoning me to touch them, but something deep inside me, a form of instincts I never knew before, tells me that I'll only be able to touch one before the others dissappear. So, the question now is, which light will I touch?

I reach out to the dancing pink light, and to my surprise, I manage to absorb it quite easily. It's as if it wants to be absorbed, and can't resist whatever it is that's drawing it to me. Instinct? Pheromones? Magnetism? Regardless of the source of my power, once the light dissapates there's only one word that echoes in my mind.

Lust

Lust

Lust

Before I can even attempt to make sense of it, I feel a powerful and heavy weight in my hands. It's as if the power is begging to be released. With some new pep to my step, I glance around and soon find the perfect person to test out this power on.

"I-I'll meet you guys in the dorm," I grunt. Without waiting for an answer, I rush into the forest, and slowly follow my victim.

Before long, the blonde woman notices me stumbling behind her. She turns to face me, her eyes full with worry for someone she doesn't even know. "A-Are you feeling okay?"

As I finally release the energy, the same words once again resonate in my head:

Lust

Lust

Lust

I immediately notice the light's effects. The blonde woman, who's eyes were once filled with worry, has a glassy look in her eyes. She eyes me up and slowly, making sure to bite and lick her lips. She moves in closer and starts to rub her body against my hand, discreetly though.

"You know, you're a pretty cute kid." She says with a smile. Her hands begins to slide down my biceps and around my chest. It's almost as if she's trying to jerk my arm off. Not that I'm complaining, it still feels good.

My face remains stoic, to her slight disappointment. As if she thinks she has to get a reaction out of me, she slowly and erotically pulls off her shirt. Her large breats drops, revealing her lack of a bra. "Like what you see, cutie?" She grins and starts to rub her breasts together, moaning softly as she does so.

My raging boner is now making a sizeable dent in my pants. Really, it's a pain. Yet, I am far too mesmerized by her erotic endeavor to care. Suddenly, she drops to her knees and plants her face on my leg, her gaze firmly locked on my manhood.

I smile as I watch her unzip my pant. My erection almost stabs the clearly inexperienced, but excited stranger in the eye. She starts by delicately kissing the head of my cock. It's a bit dry, to be honest. Just as I'm about to say something, she suddenly engulfs my entire cock.

As the girl continues to work the length of my cock, I run a hand along her long, blonde locks. I grab her by the hair and pull her off my cock, before slamming my cock back into her throat.

"You like that, don't you, slut?" I'm not sure of the reason I ask her this question, but she seems to like it. She locks eyes with me and moans in acknowledgement.

At this point, it looks as if she intends to come up for air, but I quickly push her head back onto the base of my shaft, causing her to gasp in pleasure. When I start to feel my orgasm coming on, I grab her hand and piston my hips forward, face-fucking the poor woman. With one final thrust, I start cumming down the woman's throat.

"Woah, that was amazing," the woman says as she wipes away bits of cum from her lips. She slides her hand into her pockets and pulls out a small piece of paper. "Call me." She says before jogging away, giving me a clear view of the wetness on her leggings.

I drop the piece of paper into one of the bushes and turn back. With this ability, there might be some excitement in college.

(AN: Again, this story is not mine or my idea. The inspiration is largely from G28's game, College Daze.)