I stared at the Word document blankly, trying to decide what to do. Professor Wilson only gave out one homework assignment each week, and it was always the same: Write something. Write anything. Turn it in the following week. Usually I was more than ready and could type something up in a few hours. Tonight though, I was completely stumped, and all I had written so far was my name, Jake Nelson. I honestly had no clue what to write about. After watching the little line blink for what felt like the billionth time, I checked the digital clock display. It was nearly 10 o' clock. It wasn't bad, as I'm usually up until 3am anyway. But it had been an hour since I'd tried starting this assignment. An hour that had felt like ten.

I leaned back in my chair that sat before my computer desk, trying to find some sort of inspiration. The computer tower hummed beneath the right side of the desk, while the printer sat idly beneath the left side. Cluttered bits of paper filled the little alcoves on either side of the monitor. The light from my desk lamp illuminated my keyboard, as well as my surrounding room. Bed against the far wall on my left. TV on my immediate right. Bookcase full of DVD's, CD's, and books next to the door on the wall also on my left in front of me. Nothing. I lived in a small apartment-like house in a neighborhood made up of the same, for students of the local college. I only had one house-mate, and he was out with some of his friends.

I returned my attention to the computer desk, still looking for something to write about. I started looking through the papers in the little alcove on my left. Class schedules, sketchbooks, old cards and invitations to parties. Finally I got to the bottom back and found a case of photos. I pulled the little cardboard folder out and opened it, hoping a picture of an old family reunion or party might give me something to work with. It was an old picture of myself with Cary, my ex-girlfriend. Girlfriend of nine months, ex of three. She said I wasn't outgoing enough, and that she needed to be alone to deal with some personal issues. She then proceeded to go through some of my friends like tissue paper before moving away for college. She was a bitch, and I had been blissfully unaware of it until the last second; suckered into thinking she really was who she pretended to be around me. But I couldn't hate her. For her last comment, at least. I had only had one girl before her, and none since. It was one of my New Years resolutions to start trying to be more outgoing. So I guess if nothing else, I had that to thank her for. Coming out of my thoughts, I put the photo back in the little folder and promptly re-buried it beneath the stack of papers. I'd get to filing and shredding them all, one of these days.

With my options dwindling and my attention span running short, I did what every bored 19-year-old does: I went on the internet. I looked over some of my favorite sites, a few blogs, Hell I even checked my email for something to do. Finally, I stopped over on my preferred social networking site, checking over whatever my friends were doing. But apparently everyone was out doing stuff while I was sitting at home checking their statuses. Suddenly, the feed updated with one new post. I scrolled back to the top and checked it out, having nothing else to do and next to no hope of starting my assignment that night. One of my other friends, Julia, posted a new status. “Alone on Valentine's Day. This sucks. Anyone want to go out to eat or something?” I took a quick look at my calender on the other side of the room. Sure enough, it was February 14th. Valentine's Day. Wow. I hadn't even noticed. The last, and probably first time I'd ever acknowledged Valentine's day was last year, with Cary. Ouch. New topic, I thought.

Julia was one of my friends from high school. We're the same age, and we'd met during our senior year in Drama class, after I'd spent two years warming to the idea. I ended up liking it so much I even took the second course the following semester. Through that year Julia and I became casual friends. We hung out sometimes, and we'd have a conversation or two just about every day and worked on a few projects in class together. I hadn't seen her since we'd graduated, and I had kinda wanted to re-connect. So, with a combination of boredom, chivalric concern, and desperation for something to do, I commented. “I'm alone too if it makes you feel better. Wanna hang out and be alone together?” But as soon as I pressed the 'Enter' key I felt like a complete dope. “Alone together” sounded like flirting to me. Not that there was anything wrong with flirting, I just wasn't trying to go down that route. But before I had a chance to delete it and post something less cheesy, a chat window popped up in my face.

“Hey! Haven't seen you in a while. :)” It was her. “Hey” I replied. I'm so suave. Quickly I typed up an actual sentence. “You're lonely too? I thought you had a boyfriend.” She replied quickly. “Nah. Haven't been with anyone for a while. You?” “Same here. I probably would have totally forgotten about today if I hadn't read your status.” “Welcome to the Lonely Hearts Club. Hello, my name is: Julia. lol” I chuckled a bit at her nametag imitation before responding. “Haha. How have you been since graduation?” I asked. “Pretty good. Pretty bored. Work is driving me nuts, and I was hoping for a relaxing Valentine's Day.” I remembered seeing her post a few schedules a while back. Apparently she was working at a restaurant or something. I felt a bit bad for her. I'd worked in the back doing dishes for a restaurant before. It was Hell. I took one more look at the Word document that was supposed to be my writing assignment, and closed it out. What the heck. I had nothing to do. “I could use a break too. College is stressful enough. Want to save some conversation for dinner?” I asked. “Sure :)” she replied. I took a quick look at my wallet. It was full enough, so I suggested one of the nicer places I knew. Nicer meaning not fast food. “How about Benny's?” I suggested. “I haven't been there is soooo long. Sounds great ^_^” she replied. “Okay. See you in like 20 minutes?” “Groovy. Cya ;)”

By that time, after a long hour of doing nothing, I was full of enthusiasm and ready to have a fun night. I popped my car keys into my pocket, and walked into the bathroom, slipping on a blue button-up shirt. It was February, and still a bit cold yet. I turned on the light and took a look at myself. I didn't look too bad. 5'9” with broad shoulders, black hair, and brown eyes. I had run track once upon a time, and I lifted a pair of dumbbells in my room every now and then. Both of which helped to keep me lean. Overall I didn't think I looked that bad. I ran a comb through my hair real quick, slapped my watch on, and locked the door as I left.

After a few minutes of driving, I found her place. It was a thin two-story house with a wooden fence around the yard. I parked out on the street, walked up the driveway, and pressed the doorbell. Within about thirty seconds the door swung open, and Julia stood there with a great big smile on her face. She was very petite at about 5'4”, almost a head shorter than me. She had short, flat, punky blonde hair that darkened stylishly toward the middle of her head. Her lips were a soft scarlet, and she had beautiful deep green eyes. She looked perky and pretty enough to be the lead cheerleader for any college or university. She greeted me casually. “Hey, handsome. It's been a while. How you doing?” I muttered the only response I could. “Pretty good. You?” “I'm doing alright” she said.

She turned and locked the door behind her, giving me a chance to check out what she was wearing. A pair of skinny knee-length denim short-pants and a black jacket. On her feet she wore a pair of black 1”-heeled sandals. I had forgotten how good she looked. For a little girl, she had a lot of leg. A lot of long, lean, bronze-tanned leg. Wow. We made our way back down the driveway to my car and drove back out on to the main street on our way. We talked about the usual stuff. How we were, what we'd been doing since graduation last year, how our parents were doing, etc. etc. All the basic friend stuff. We pulled into Benny's and walked inside, still talking. By the time our food had arrived at the booth we'd picked out, we were laughing over old times in high-school. I got over my laughing fit first, bring up another fond memory.

“Remember that time we had to move the risers before first period, and you didn't want to get up off the chair on the last one? Carl and I unbalanced the legs on one side and stepped on it. You were like, AAAH!” We both chuckled at my impersonation of her shrieking in surprise. She chomped down a french fry before continuing. “And then you took your foot off the end and I practically flipped out of the chair when it leveled out again.” I raised an embarrassed hand to scratch the back of my head even as I laughed with her over it. Noticing the food had just showed up, I decided to start changing the subject. I had ordered a Philly Cheese Steak Sub, my usual whenever I had the money for Benny's. She had gotten a BLT, which I hadn't tried there before.“That BLT looks good.”

She took a quick bite and replied. “Aw, Hell yeah it is. I always get this. I get to spoil myself with bacon while using the lettuce and tomato as a way to stay health-conscious.” She looked up and smiled with practiced innocence she she spoke. “What'd you get?” “Philly-Cheese Steak. Benny's does it the best in town.” I left out the fact that I came here rarely, due to not always having cash for it. “BLT's are nice for the everyday, but when I come to Benny's I want some real meat.” I took a big bite, letting the wonderful flavor of cheese, peppers, onions, and greasy steak fill me up before sliding it down my throat. She swallowed what she had left in her mouth before responding.

“Real meat, eh?” She placed her sandwich back down on her plate and raised her eyebrows suggestively. She leaned forward across the, table folding her arms up under her chest. She eyed me with those emerald pools. “Girls need meat sometimes, too.” She was barely whispering, just loud enough for me to hear. She smiled foxily as she continued. “I haven't had 'real meat' in soooo loooong...” She raised one of her hands up and started twirling her index finger slowly, closing in on my face. I had fixed myself with a cool little smirk, but my heart was pounding in my chest... and my jeans. Before I knew it she jumped forward and planted a quick kiss on my nose. As she quickly pulled back, I realized she had plucked a bit of steak from the uneaten end of my sandwich, exhaling through her nose before giggling hysterically. Suddenly I remembered.

Once in class, our teacher was having us mime things, like punches, for stage performances. Julia and I had been paired up to demonstrate a stage kiss, which was basically just two people moving their heads alongside one another, so the audience couldn't actually see that they weren't touching lips. I remember she approached me the same way, and when we 'kissed' I accidentally kissed her nose. She shoved me away afterward, laughing and calling me a dork. I watched her giggling across from me and started laughing a bit myself at the memory. “You remember now?” she asked through giggles. “How could I forget?” I said. “I tasted your makeup for the rest of the day.” That only made her laugh harder, and after a few minutes we'd gone back to eating our sandwiches, still giggling a bit as we went.

The night continued as normal. We finished our sandwiches, and decided to order dessert, which we got after recalling a few more memories. She brought up when we used to play Musical Chairs in class. How the teacher made a crazy mix of songs to throw everybody off. Like going from Mozart to Queen, and the Backstreet Boys to the Blues Brothers. She recalled one particular memory. “I remember that one time when I knew we were going to play, so I wore my Converse shoes. I was winning almost the whole time, when you bumped me off my chair at the last second!”

She took a sip of her chocolate/vanilla shake while I drank my own mint one, and tried to remember. She spoke again. “And then, you wouldn't admit you'd done it, even when we talked about it all during lunch!” She went back to her shake as I responded, shaking a finger playfully. “Hey, I told you then, and I'm telling you now: I didn't kick you off the chair! I got there first and you slid off me as you tried to sit down.” She tried to argue back, but her mouth was full of ice cream. So I continued, stating what made that day just that memorable. “I remember that being the day you said my hips could 'do some damage.'” She stopped mid-sip and smiled, as if she was about to squirt the shake out of her nose in laughter. I smiled big, just waiting for it, but she swallowed at the last second. She opened her mouth in a laugh, speaking through the giggles. “You are SO lucky I swallowed that.” She kicked my shin lightly beneath the table. I couldn't help but comment back “That's what she said.” She gave me an incredulous smile and kicked me again, harder this time. “Ow!” I said. I actually had to rub my knee a little after that one. She took another sip of her shake. I couldn't be 100% certain, but it was probably so she could hide the fact that her tanned cheeks were going a pretty shade of pink.

As we finished our shakes, we decided it was time to go. I looked at my watch, realizing that it was only 11:30. I was going to have a boring night ahead of me if I went right back home to that assignment. I paid the check and we went back outside into my little brown Mustang. “So” I started. “What now? You want to go home?” She pulled a cellphone out of her jacket pocket and checked the time. “Nah, too early. I've got nothing else to do anyway.” We sat in silence for a few minutes, thinking. I didn't know of any parties or anything going on. There weren't any decent movies in the theatres, and pretty much everything was closed. Finally, I blurted “Wanna come hang out at my place?” “Sure” she said with a smile.

Within a few minutes, we parked in front of my little place. Thankfully my dorm-mate wasn't back yet. He was a bit of an asshole. And a perv. I unlocked the front door, led her inside and into my room. As I began emptying my pockets and turning my computer back on, I noticed her stepping around the room casually, looking at all my posters, and everything on my bookcase. “Nice place” she said. “Thanks” I replied. “I know it's small, but it works.” “It's not that bad” she countered. “It's bigger than my room. Nice and warm, too” she said as she slipped her jacket from her shoulders. From where I was sitting at my computer desk, I could see her profile. And when she took off her jacket, I could tell my eyes had gone a little wide. She wore a tight black t-shirt. It wasn't quite skin-tight, but I could see just about everything. It hugged her nice little hips and ass, and seemed to strain a bit around her chest, which fit her petite form perfectly. From what I saw in profile, she was somewhere in a large B-cup. Her bronzed arms threw her coat over to lay on my bed at the far wall, giving me a nice brief view of her ass.

I shook my attention back to practical matters, removing my own button-up shirt and tossing it to the bed. It was hot in more ways than one. As she turned back toward the bookcase, I noticed something about her shirt other than the fact that it squeezed two perfectly-ripe apples. Across her chest was the AC/DC band logo in deep red. Perfect, I thought. I stood up and slowly stepped toward her. “If you like AC/DC, I've got most of their songs on my computer.” She turned to me, her head tilted in disbelief a little, while her eyebrows raised in surprise, and her eyes glowed of excitement. “Really?” Her question somehow rang of every emotion. “Yeah. I'm a big fan.” I returned to my computer and pulled up the album of the 30+ songs I'd downloaded (legally, of course). I stood behind the chair, allowing her to take a seat and browse through the list. “When did you get so cool? I didn't think you liked them” she said. “Oh, Hell yeah. I love me some 'Dirty Deeds.'” I heard her release a short laugh. “Why? Do you 'Shoot to Thrill?'” In an attempt to continue the song-title quips, I bent down so that I hovered right next to her ear. “I shake 'em all night long, baby.” I got a good whiff of her hair and perfume, emboldening me to speak further, suavely. “Want to see the 'Big Gun'?” She commented back “Only if you want to get 'Shot Down in Flames.'”

Knowing the nature of the songs (as if it weren't obvious) I recognized that she'd cleverly blocked me, and stepped back toward the center of the small room. I'd done my part, and now it was her turn to come to me. And considering there was no silly laugh with that last statement, it was a possibility. Within a few seconds she clicked the mouse and stood back up. The slow, back-up guitar chords of “Night Prowler” started, followed by the drums and acoustic guitar. She stepped toward me in-time with the calm rhythmic drums until she was only inches away; a devilish smile splayed across her full red lips. She then began swaying her body sensually in-time with the song, holding her arms close to her, and giving me a quick look up-and-down as she turned her body away from me. Though she kept her chin on her shoulder, looking back at me. I caught on and started dancing with her to the slow rock song. “What memory is this from?” I whispered coyly in her ear. “Let's find out” she replied. By the time Bon Scott started singing, we were within inches of each other; my hands almost holding her hips.

“Somewhere a clock strikes midnight... And there's a full moon in the sky...” I could feel her breathing on me, and she raised her arms in the air, allowing me to sway with her. “You hear a dog bark in the distance.... you hear someone's baby cry...” She slipped her hands down to my outer thighs, lightly grazing them as she moved up and down, still swaying with the calm music. “A rat runs down the alley... and a chill runs down your spine...” I took her touching as a sign to begin my own, and grasped her hips, slowly sliding my hands over her flat stomach. “And someone comes across your path; you with the sun would shine...” She began pressing her body up against mine, rubbing my steel-hard erection through our respective pants. “Cause no one's gonna warn ya, and no one's gonna yell 'attack!'...” As the song slowly built up and she danced against me, I began running my hands up her stomach to lightly fondle her breasts through her shirt. It didn't feel like she was wearing a bra. “And you don't feel the steel, 'til it's hangin out your back!” I turned my head and pressed my lips against hers as the music peaked and the chorus began. “I'm your Night ~Night Prowler: I sleep in the day~ Night ~Night prowler: get outta my way...”

We were now grinding our bodies against one another, lost in the acoustic guitar riffs. Our lips smacked against each other and our tongues danced between our mouths. At some point, she turned around, allowing her hands to roam over my chest while mine traversed her back and squeezed her butt. We slowly backed up until her back was against my bedroom door. Our lips were still locked, but I took the moment to blindly locate the doorknob, locking it. Her hands moved down, grabbing the bottom of my shirt and pulling it up over my head. I don't know what happened to it after that, because I was more concerned with removing her shirt in-kind. Despite how tight it had looked, it slipped easily over her head and followed my shirt to wherever it had landed on the floor.

I didn't dare break our string of kissing, even to admire her tits. She pulled me closer to her and pressed her pert breasts against my chest, moaning lightly into my mouth and running her hands through my hair. I ran my left hand up her bare back, putting a few fingers through her short hair while my right hand moved down and lifted her leg to drape around my waist. She used the wall at her back to push herself up and hook her other leg around me as well, so that I supported her weight while she rubbed the crotch of her pants up against my own. Her soft, sun-bronzed skin was heavenly, and her lips tasted like the sweet vanilla from her shake earlier. And between us all I could feel was raw sexual heat. I grasped her by her butt and back, slowly stepping backwards and toward my bed.

I turned and used my eyes to aim our fall, so that she lay on her back on my bed. With my left hand I shoved our respective garments to the floor. And for the first time since this started, I realized exactly what was going on. “I honestly hadn't expected this” I said. She replied between hurried kisses. “Just go with it.” With that she reached down and undid my belt. I reached down, unzipping my jeans and letting them fall to the floor. The lyrics to the song once again became evident as we focused on something other than our lusts. “Too scared to turn the light out, cuz there's somethin on your mind...” I lifted myself up from her and kissed a trail down her chest, unzipping her pants as well. “Was that a noise outside your window? What's that shadow... on the blind...” We both slid the legs of her short-pants down over her legs, past her red painted toes, and to the floor. “As you lie there naked... like a body in a tube; suspended ani-mation, as I slip in to your room!”
The song peaked as the chorus began again, but I can't remember any of it after that. I dropped my boxers, freeing my full hard length while she slid her black panties off. I leaned over her as she wrapped her legs around my hips again, kissing another trail directly to her nipples this time. I kneaded one in each hand as I licked circles around her nipples, sucking and lightly biting as well. After a few moments of listening to her moans of pleasure, I pressed my length inside her. She moaned deeply in delight as our mouths continued their dance of lust, and her hands roamed over my back and sides. I began the steady motion of my hips, back and forth, pushing slightly further into her tight pussy as I did. She used her legs to pull herself into me, matching my rhythm but never breaking our constant stream of kisses. After a few pushes my whole length was deep inside her. And the feeling of her pussy lips against the base of my crotch was amazing.

All too soon though, she unhooked her legs from around me and pushed her hands against my stomach, causing me to slow down to a stop. “What's wrong?” I asked. She pushed herself across the bed to sit against the wall, gesturing with her finger for me to join her. I obeyed the beautiful little nymph and sat on the bed beside her, leaning my shoulder against the wall and began kissing her again. She put a hand on my cheek that ended up running through my hair. She used her other arm to push me back, so that I lay down on my bed beside her. “I like to be on top” she finally answered. She arched a bronzed leg over my torso and straddled me, laying atop my body and kissing me again, sucking on my tongue. My heart was pounding against my chest, and my fondling of her soft breasts revealed the same in her. Her skin was so warm, and I could feel the greater heat coming from her pussy pressed up against me.

She bit my bottom lip playfully before grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. Her lips devoured my neck, moving down to my lean chest and stomach, leaving a hot trail behind her. I could do nothing but run my hands through her hair. Soon enough I felt her hot breath on my cock, followed by a hand at the base and a lap of her tongue across my tip. I moaned slightly in pleasure as I couldn't help but tighten my muscles down there. I didn't bother opening my eyes. I let the sensations take over for the moment. She pulled back on my member so that it lay almost flat against my stomach. She trailed her tongue slowly up the underside of my shaft, first the middle and then both sides, sending mini-convulsions through my balls. I felt her hot breath on my tip as she slowly lowered her lips around it and closed them just under my head. She began sucking gently, letting her tongue explore every inch of my skin.

Suddenly her lips shot down the length of my shaft, with only her hand at the base keeping her from swallowing my entire cock. I groaned through gritted teeth at the sudden slick sensation. She extended her tongue down the the length of my shaft, helping her lips to coat every inch of me in her sweet spit. After a few seconds she reeled back, taking a deep breath before plunging down again. I could feel her tongue massaging my shaft, while my head was reaching the back of her throat. I suddenly felt her throat tighten and release, sending all kinds of sensations into me as I realized that she was swallowing. After another, too brief few seconds she pulled the heat of her mouth away again. I heard her heavy breathing for a few seconds and opened my eyes again, looking down my body at hers. As if she had been waiting for me to look, she grabbed my cock with both hands and began stroking it hard, up and down, almost like she was churning butter the old-fashioned way. I couldn't help but throw my head back again in a sudden growl of pleasure.

But I couldn't look away again. I kept my eyes open to watch this beautiful bronze goddess jerk me off. After a few moments she spat into her hands to renew the slickness; her hands gliding over my cock, caressing every pulsing vein. After a few moments my rock-hard cock was completely coated in her spit, and she removed her hands. She pushed herself on top of me, flattening my cock to my stomach, cupped her breasts, and began sliding them over my member. She squeezed my cock between her deliciously soft breasts for what felt like an eternity. She looked me in the eyes and I could see fires of wanton lust behind those green pools. She licked and bit her lips sensually as every movement of her body excited every nerve in my own, slowly turning my cock a shade of purple.

Watching her body move back and forth, her breasts massaging my cock, and her beautiful face only inches away from my own was unbearable. I had to have her lips again. And so I lunged forward, grabbing her under her arms and pulling her toward me. I sat up and met her half way, but I still felt her body slide along the length of my cock. Which followed by tasting her mouth again, was amazing. Once again I felt her soft, warm pussy against me, only inches away from my shaft, and I began to move closer to it, moving my body so that it rubbed up against her. She whimpered in pleasure, which I took as approval. But only a few seconds later, she slid her arms up my chest and said “Stop, wait.” “What's the matter?” I asked. She said nothing, so I merely watched as she leaned over the bed down to her pants, dove into on of her pockets, and pulled something out, presenting it to me as she righted herself on top of me. It was a condom.

“I had to get the one out of my pocket” she said. Not a bad idea at all, I thought. I was almost close enough to blowing my load right then. I scolded myself, for forgetting about it. At least one of us was prepared. Oddly enough. “Wait a second” I started. “You were expecting this?” I'd honestly put it down to teenage hormones, the spur of the moment, and neither of us being attached. “Well...” she began, looking down slightly guiltily. “I always kinda wondered what it'd be like with you. And when you answered my status, I took it as a sign, or a chance.” She sat naked on top of me, just looking down in what I guessed was shame or grief. “So... this doesn't go anywhere?” I asked. She shook her head, expression unchanged as she stared down at the condom in her hands. I probably should have been mad. Should have called her a whore and told her to get out. But who am I kidding? I'm a guy. A teenager in the twentieth century, no less.

I reached down with one hand and lifted her chin up to face me, which I met with a deep kiss. “I'm okay with that” I said. “You're a beautiful girl, I'm a sensible guy. We're both young and single. Don't worry about it.” She began searching through my eyes with her own. “You sure?” I kissed her again before replying: “Yeah.” Once again we began the tide of lip-locks as she straddled me, the lovely, pleasure-seeking feeling coming back between us. She rubbed her body against mine; arms around my back and hands in my hair; while my own hands were returned to rubbing her smooth legs and soft ass. “You're such a dork” she said between kisses. I stopped and threw her a questioning look. She just looked at me and smiled coyly. “Getting all lovey-dovey” she continued through her grin. I responded by smiling and giving her ass a good spank. “Hey!” she yelped, pushing me back on to the bed. She leaned over me and began the kissing again, stronger and more passionate this time. “That hurt” she whispered seductively.

Once again I felt my cock muscles tighten as she rubbed up against me. She thrust her chest up toward my face, offering her breasts to me. I accepted without hesitation. Squeezing, kneading, circling, licking, and a sucking just as I had done before. “You are way too good at that” she said been heavy breaths. “I can't wait anymore” she continued.” She lifted herself up from against me, and reached back toward my cock. I felt her grasp it, still rock-hard, and heard the condom wrapper tear before I felt the latex sliding down over me. The instant it reached the base, she lifted herself up over me, and I watched as she gripped my head and slowly impaled herself on my manhood. I could feel her tight slit squeezing me, and slowly stretching to accommodate my girth. The feeling sent shockwaves of pleasure down my shaft, through my balls, and up my spine. She closed her eyes tight in concentration and bit her lower bit, releasing a short whimper as she sat down on me fully again. I sat up a bit and grasped her hips, slowly guiding her in a cyclic motion; up and forward, back and down. Within a few seconds we had a strong pace going. I could feel her sliding along my length, even through the condom. She pressed her hands down on my chest for balance, whimpering and clenching her hands every few seconds, lightly scratching me. It only drove me on, and I began thrusting up into her in-time with her cycling. Her whimpering became louder, as if she were trying hard to hold back.

Within a few minutes of our lusty dance, I could feel her already tight opening contracting, becoming even tight for brief seconds. After a few times, she leaned back, placing her hands on the bed behind her. “Oh my god...” she moaned, slamming herself down on my tower. The faster, harder, more vigorous motion set me off on the road to no return. I could feel the pressure beginning to build up hard inside me. But I knew I couldn't cum before she did. I wouldn't let it happen. I leaned forward and lifted myself up beneath her, leaning back on my own arms until she sat on me like a tilted chair with my legs serving as the back. With the new freedom of mobility I thrust hard up into her, feeling and hearing our sweaty flesh smack together. She lifted a hand to her head, pulling her hair in a show of effort to concentrate. Her teeth were gritted, red lips parted, and her breathing was coming out loud and ragged now. I pushed myself to fuck her harder, faster. Her high-pitched screams began filling the apartment now. “Oh my god, Jake...” she moaned loudly. I watched her breasts bounce and shake up and down with our movements, as well as her chest expanding and retracting with her ragged breathing. “Ohmygod.... ohmygod, ohmygod” she repeated, over and over. I could feel her walls squeezing my shaft tightly, and decided it was time to finish up.

I swept my legs out from beneath her, sat up on my knees, grabbed her thighs, and fucked her missionary style with everything I had left. The slapping of our sweat-laden bodies against each other dotted her now breathless screaming. She grasped her breasts tightly and arched her back, mouth wide open with soundless ecstasy; her voice caught in her throat. Eyes shut tight and pussy almost as much. With my last breath and last bit of willpower, I pushed myself deep inside her. and exploded in the condom as she clamped down hard around me in a staccato rhythm. I felt every nerve ending in my nether-regions explode in pleasure and couldn't hold back a moan of my own as my body shook. Every vein in my cock felt like it was pumping fire, as my load burst out of my rock-hard member.

I didn't have the strength or state of mind to thrust or sit anymore. So I carefully collapsed on her exposed chest. Trying not to impede her breathing, I slid off of her to the side to watch her chest and breasts rise and fall with each heavy breath. For a moment we just sat there, breathing heavily and staring at each other; trying to calm down. “Wow” she said after a time. “I didn't think you'd be that good.” “You were amazing too” I countered. “Better than a fantasy.” She turned her body to face me, allowing me to see the gentle outline of her shoulders, hips, and legs. “You fantasized about me?” My cheeks went a little red. “Who wouldn't?” I said sarcastically, running a gentle hand along her curves as I did. I trashed the condom, and we managed to heave ourselves to the other end of the bed to we could lay under the covers. As we snuggled up against each other, with her back turned to me, she whispered. “You're such a dork.” I could only smile as I wrapped an arm over her shoulder. It might not be going anywhere between us, but neither was she for the night.

As I slowly drifted off to sleep, I thought back to my assignment, still due Monday. I smiled, contentedly smelling her hair and feeling her body against me. I now knew exactly what I was going to write about. “Happy Valentine's Day” I whispered in her ear.