The next morning, I woke up an hour early for class. Stuart was still snoring in his bed. I was fully awake and alert, firing on all cylinders, and full of energy! The encounter with Professor Milford had certainly given me a boost in my self-confidence that was sticking around. I got to class early, got a good seat, and followed the lecture with rapt attention. I even raised my hand and answered a few questions. My other classes of the day went the same way. I hadn't felt this good and upbeat in a long time!
I was still smiling and walking with a spring in my step when I met Stuart in the cafeteria for dinner. He looked up at me quizzically.
"What's with you? Did you just swagger over to the table? And what the hell happened to you last night? When I came out of the restroom, you were gone."
"I went home with that old broad."
"What!?" He nearly dropped his fork. "You did? For real?"
"Yup." I sat down on the other side of the table, swinging my leg over the back of the chair, Commander Riker style. This was fun.
"And?"
"She was a freak, Stuart. She took me to her house, kneeled down in front of me, and jerked me off all over her face and glasses. She even sucked my dick a little. It was unreal."
"Wow. Just, wow!" He looked at me sideways. "Are you going to see her again?"
"I dunno! After I frosted her face, she dismissed me, and I left. But I'd certainly like to do it again."
"Well, that explains your confidence and your swagger. You're all pumped up with sexual energy. Don't waste it!"
At that moment, Mary Sue Henderson was just walking into the cafeteria, with a giant anthropology book under her arm. I decided to take Stuart's advice and not waste my current abundance of confidence. "Have a nice dinner, Stuart; I've got other plans!" I got up from the table and quickly sauntered over to Mary Sue's side.
"Hello, Mary Sue! You are looking lovely tonight. Do you have a companion for dinner?"
Mary Sue looked me up and down, her eyes wide. She was clearly surprised to see me so outgoing and engaging. I was kind of surprised, myself!
"Why Patrick, I was just going to study while I ate, but I'd love to have a charming dinner companion." We went to the food line together, grabbed our trays, and filled them up with food. It was casserole night, and we each got a large ladle of mac-and-something on our plates, plus some sides and drinks. Then we took a private table for two off to the side of the room.
"So, Mary Sue. Do you always study while you eat? You must be very dedicated." I tried to focus on her eyes rather than stare at her breasts, rising and falling under her fuzzy sweater. But it wasn't easy!
"Well, I'm a triple major: Sociology, anthropology, and archeology."
"That's a lot of ologies!"
She giggled. It made her eyes twinkle and her dimples deepen. "Oh, Patrick, you're so funny. I could talk to you all night!" She briefly touched my arm, and I nearly swooned.
She was pushing her casserole around with her fork, looking for edible bits. "How's your dinner?" I asked.
She made a face. "It's cafeteria food. What do you expect?" But she shrugged her shoulders as if it was no worse than expected.
"We'll have to go out for a real dinner one of these nights. Maybe to Rocco's Tacos. I've been wanting to try that."
"Oh, that would be great! I'd love that."
Things were going so well, I decided to swing for the bleachers. Don't want to waste that confidence, you know? "Maybe we can get out of here and go out for a beer in campus town?" I looked at her expectantly.
She looked at me, a little shyly. "I have cold beer up in my suite. My suitemates are out for the night. If you'd be interested, that is."
"Awesome!" I stood up. "Whenever you're ready."
She stood up and grabbed her tray, her face beaming. We deposited our trays on the conveyor and headed for the hallway. I decided to go for broke and took her hand. She let me. Soon we were on the elevator going up to her floor.
"You said you have suitemates?"
"Yes, the girl's dorm is all suites. Mine is three small bedrooms and a bathroom and a common area. But we'll have it all to ourselves tonight. Ella and Chloe usually stay over with their boyfriends." This was news to me. The boy's dorm is all double rooms with a communal bathroom down the hall.
The elevator door opened with a loud DING. We walked down the hall, still hand in hand. She opened the door to the suite with her key. We entered a tiny living room with a small couch and a smaller fridge. Mary Sue got two bottles of beer out of the fridge. We sat down side by side.
My confidence was still holding out. I looked her in the eye, held out my beer bottle, and said, "To us!"
She giggled and clinked her bottle against mine. "To us!!" We both took a swig. Then she put her bottle down and looked hard at me. I did the same. My heart was racing, but my brain told it to shut up and be cool.
She snuggled closer to me on the couch. I could feel her breath on my cheek, and the warmth of her torso against my side. She looked up at me, her lips parted. The insecure Patrick of yesterday would have been scared shitless, but I still had my ration of confidence left over from last night with the Professor.
I bent down and planted my lips against her open mouth. She immediately melted against me and I felt her tongue snake past my teeth. She pressed her large, soft breasts against my chest. I shocked myself by reaching down and grabbing one of her breasts and squeezing it through her soft, fuzzy sweater. To my surprise, she sighed with delight! We kissed and snuggled all the harder. She was breathing heavily, and I could feel the blood pounding in my ears. She grabbed my hand that was on her breast, and moved it under her sweater so that I was directly touching her bra.
Taking a chance, I used my other hand to reach around her back. Praying that her bra clasp was similar to Professor Milford's that I had unsnapped last night, I gave it a similar flick. It opened! The bra fell loose and I was holding her naked breast under her sweater! She sucked even harder on my tongue and pressed even closer against me. She moved one hand to my crotch, and began massaging my already rigid cock.
After twenty minutes of kissing and groping, she pulled back. She looked up at me with glowing eyes and a heaving bosom. "Patrick, would you like to go to the bedroom?"
Inside, I was panicking. But my confidence didn't give out. I gave her a gentle smile. "I would love that, sweetheart."
She stood up, and smoothed her skirt. She grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. "This way," she said, and pulled me toward the bedroom. Her tiny room was all frilly and pink, with far too many pillows and a few stuffed animals on the bed. She tossed the animals and all but two of the pillows onto the floor, and pulled down the covers.
Then she did a strange thing. She turned off the lights in the room. Only one small night light remained to keep us from bumping into things, and I could barely see her. She was just a silhouette in the gloom. She came up to me and embraced me.
"Why did you turn off the lights? I like looking at you."
She pressed her head against my chest. "Not this time, Patrick. I'm a little shy. Let's just do it in the dark, okay?" She tilted her face up for another kiss. I bent down and our tongues were soon entwined again.
She started unbuttoning my shirt, and soon it was on the floor. I pulled her sweater off over her head. She unbuckled my pants and I kicked them off as they dropped to the ground. Before long I was holding a warm, naked woman in my arms, standing in the darkness of her bedroom. She took my hand and led me toward the bed.
She spread out on her back, her legs parted. "I'm already wet, Patrick. I want you inside me." I kneeled between her outspread legs, my cock jutting out toward her. She stroked it gently in her smooth, cool hand. She squealed with delight at how hard it was. She pulled me downward. Soon I was entering her soft, moist pussy, my chest grazing her breasts. She reached one hand around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. The combination of her sweet lips on my mouth, and her sweet pussy on my dick, made for one of the most romantic moments of my life.
I thrust slowly in and out of her pussy. She arched her hips up to meet me. Our tongues continued to joust as we worked up a sweet, gentle, sexy rhythm. Little gasps escaped her throat every so often. Her soft smooth skin and her tender, loving pussy were so feminine and romantic that I felt like I was in a movie. The slow, blissful strokes continued and our pleasure kept increasing by the minute. She started to breathe more erratically, and her gasps became more frantic, and soon she was biting her lip and convulsing gently. I'm pretty sure she was having an orgasm.
When she was finished, she concentrated more on thrusting her pussy up to meet my downward jabs, and soon I found myself pumping her full of my cum. The climax washed over me and I shuddered in her arms as my body flushed from head to toe. I collapsed onto her body, spent.
She squirmed a little after that, so I rolled off of her, but we remained locked in embrace on our sides, facing each other, her leg thrown over my hip. We kissed some more.
"Was that good, darling?" she asked. I could hear the smile in her voice even though it was too dark to see her face.
"You know it was," I said.
"Good," she said. "Now I think we should sleep. It's a school night, you know." She rolled over to her other side and pressed her back against me. I could feel my softening cock nestled between her butt cheeks. I had one arm under her neck and the other over her waist. Soon, she was snoring softly to herself.
I was wide awake. My cock was starting to grow again, nestled in the hot dog bun of her ass. I was kind of hoping it would wake her up for round two, but she never stirred. I decided I should count my blessings rather than trying to wake her up for an encore, and eventually, I fell asleep too.
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In the morning, I woke up to the sun streaming in through the window, and for a moment I didn't remember where I was. The sun was on the wrong side of the room! Then it all came back to me.
Mary Sue was not in the bedroom, or in the apartment at all, but my clothes were neatly folded and stacked at the foot of the bed. There was also a handwritten note on a piece of notebook paper. It had a drawing of a heart, the words "text me!" and her initials, MSH, followed by her phone number.
I quickly dressed and ran back to my room to grab my books and papers for class. Stuart was just waking up.
"Hey dude; I never saw you after dinner. What happened with Mary Sue? Hey, wait a minute." He looked at my still-made bed. "You never came home last night, did you? You didn't spend the whole night with her, did you?"
"Yes, I did!"
"What? You sly dog! You mean you slept with her? As in, had sex with her?"
"Sure did. I was on fire! My confidence was overflowing. I felt like I was somebody else! Somebody, you know, who isn't a dork! I don't know what got into me."