Devnit
has a fabulous body. Three days a week I sit in Creative Writing
class with her and I fantasize about what I want to do to her 38-29-39
body. I dream about her long, curly red hair bouncing around as
she rides me. I imagine her jade eyes staring at mine as I take
off her clothes. I can almost hear her whispering to me in her flowing
Irish accent. I want her.
Then
I leave class. She goes her way and I go mine. I go to my dorm room
and jack off thinking of her. I don't think she even know my name.
When
I'm done abusing myself, I sit at my computer and write poetry to
her. My roommate, Noah, tries to console me. "Kent, just give her
one of those poems you're always writing. She'll either fall madly
in love with you or think you're a creep. Either way, you'll know
what she thinks. You'll never get with her if you never talk to
her."
"You're
right. I just hope it's not the creep alternative."
So
the next day, I walked over to Devnit after class was done. I said,
"Hi."
She
turned around. "Hey, you're Kent, right?"
I
was shocked. She knew my name. "Uh, yeah. That's me." I cleared
my throat. "Say, I was writing a poem and I wanted to know what
you thought of it. You know, a woman's point of view."
"Sure.
I'll take a look at it." She smiled.
"Thanks,"
I blushed as I handed her the poem. "My phone number is on the bottom,
if you have any comments or anything."
"Okay."
She turned and walked away. I watched her ass shake as she went
down the hall. I could just see myself grabbing that ass.
I
told myself to snap out of it. I grabbed a bite to eat. Then I went
to me evening class, but for some crazy reason, I couldn't concentrate
on statistics. All I could think about was whether she liked my
poem or not.
After
class, I raced back to my dorm. Noah was mindlessly playing some
computer game. I threw my backpack on the floor and dropped onto
my bed.
Without
tearing his eyes from the computer screen Noah said, "Hey, some
chick called for you. Some Devin or something. She had a thick accent
and I couldn't really tell."
"Yeah?
What did she say?"
"She
said something like, 'Tell Kent to meet me by Wood Hall at 9 tonight.'"
"Nine?
I have, like 15 minutes!"
"You'd
better run!"
I
was at her dorm faster than a cheap whore. What a coincidence that
she lived in Wood Hall. As I approached the building, I saw her
flaming red hair. She was wearing a short skirt and a tight blouse.
I had a feeling that she didn't think I was a creep.
"Devnit,
I-" She grabbed me by the collar and pulled me to her lips.
When
she finally broke the liplock, I said, "So you liked my poem."
"I
loved it. And I want to make love with you. Come with me."
While
we walked up the stairs to her dorm, she told me that her roommate
was out for the night. Even on a Wednesday night, her roommate was
out getting drunk. I didn't listen much. I stared at her ass through
the skirt. My cock was straining against my silk boxers.
As
soon as we were both inside her room, she slammed the door shut.
"Fuck me," she said as she tore her clothes off. I ripped mine off
in the same manor. Soon we were both naked.
"Ooh,
big boy!" she said, wrapping her hands around it 8" member.
She pressed my cock against her pussy and whispered in my ear, "I
want it in here."
That
was all I needed. I threw her on her bed and mounted her. Her silky
pussy wrapped around my cock like a glove. I pounded away, feeling
her cunt convulse around my dick. My balls slapped against her ass.
I watched her fabulous tits bounce as I slammed into her. That was
heaven.
She
moaned and writhed. She said something to me in Gaelic. God, that's
a sexy language. The she said the only English words since I mounted
her. "Big boy, I'm there!"
And
her pussy violently squeezed my cock. I blew all my spunk into her
pussy, as I fell on top of her. We kissed and kissed.
Then
she whispered to me, "Write me some more poetry." |