She grabbed my head with both hands and pulled my face up so that she could bury her tongue in my mouth. Her thighs started to quiver and the grip of her mouth on mine became almost painful. She screamed into me as her grinding finally brought her to an orgasm.
Her head dropped back down to my shoulder and her chest heaved against me as she tried to catch her breath. Who was this girl?
I hadn’t planned on this. When my girlfriend had called me from her parents’ house during Fall Break to break up with me, I took that as a sign. I was going to focus on my grades and on prepping for the GRE and that was that. Women could wait until I graduated.
It had been a short journey from being pissed about having to babysit a dorm mixer to having a cute, half-naked coed squirming on my lap. Carla looked up at me, maybe expecting, maybe asking.
I wrapped an arm around her bare waist and used my other against my desk to lever myself up. She wrapped her legs around me and I carried her the couple of short steps to the sofa, ducking to avoid hitting my head on my lofted bed.
