On the way home I thought hard about what had happened these last few weeks. I realized that what I thought of as a summer fling had become something more for Jason. The way he’d kissed me just now -- the way he often kissed me when we weren’t in bed -- suggested that he had developed serious feelings for me.
Did I have serious feelings for him? Did my feelings for Shana leave room for any? I kept thinking about those questions over the following days.
There was no doubt about the strength of my attachment to Shana. We had Skyped nearly every day in recent weeks, and I thought about her constantly -- at least when I wasn’t with Jason. We had become amazingly close for two people who had spent only one day together in person.
Did that leave no room for Jason? It wasn’t like I was a passive observer in our relationship. I was just as passionate in bed as he was, and when he kissed me I always kissed back with the same intensity. I enjoyed being with him, in bed or out of it, and I had to admit that an outside observer would think my feelings were more than just friendly. Certainly the guy who saw us kissing would have thought so.
Matt had suggested it was possible to be mostly straight, with a side interest in no-strings gay sex, but I was beginning to wonder if it was really that simple.
I had less time to think about this the closer the day came for Kelly and me to leave for college. I was too busy laying in supplies and packing to think about much else. In our last Skype Shana and I made plans to meet the first night after moving in, and in my mind at least we had a tacit agreement to spend it fucking our brains out.
On move-in Saturday the whole family drove up, the minivan packed to the gills with clothes, bedding and everything else Kelly and I needed. I was excited, of course, to be going off to college, even aside from the prospect of being with Shana again.
Just as we arrived I got a text from Jason.
MISS YOU ALREADY.
MISS YOU TOO, I texted back.
It was true, but I felt like shit knowing it was less true for me than for him.
We unloaded my stuff first, at one of the freshman dorms, then unloaded Kelly at a dorm for upperclassmen across the quad. Shana was in Kelly’s dorm, too, though on a different floor, and I thought with pleasure -- not for the first time -- how great it would be that she had a single room.
Once Kelly and I were settled we all went out for an early dinner. When my parents dropped us off to head home, my mom kept dabbing her eyes with a tissue, my little sister cried openly and my dad kept swallowing hard and looking away. Kelly was dry-eyed, but I felt like crying, too. Somehow I managed to keep my shit together.
As soon as they were gone Kelly turned to me and smiled slyly.
“Go ahead, I know you're dying to see Shana.”
I hugged her and ran off.
When I got to Shana’s room the door was slightly ajar. I knocked and gently pushed it open.
She was standing in the middle of the room, looking as if she had been waiting for me. I stepped in and closed the door behind me.
She crossed the room in two steps, flung her arms around me and smothered my face with kisses. I whirled her around, pressed her against the back of the door and slid my hand into her crotch. Her jeans were damp; she was so wet she had soaked through her panties.
I fumbled at the buttons of her jeans, finally managed to undo and unzip them. I yanked them to the floor, then dragged the sodden panties to her feet. As she stepped out of them I buried my face in her crotch, breathing in her musky scent, tasting her freely flowing juices. Meanwhile she pulled up her shirt and unhooked her bra, revealing the lovely breasts I had last seen bathed in moonlight.
I moved up, took one nipple in my mouth. It was as hard as marble. I slid my hand into her crotch again, put two fingers into the sopping cleft between her legs. She moaned. I moved to the other nipple, sucked at that one.
Meanwhile she found the front of my shorts with her hands. She felt for my cock, now so hard it hurt. She undid the buttons and lowered the zipper, and thrust her hand in. She gripped my raging cock and squeezed. I thought I might faint with pleasure.
I let go of her long enough to push my shorts to my ankles. I tried to kick them free but they caught on one foot. No matter.
I wrapped my arms around her, lifted her in the air and lowered her onto my upright cock. She wrapped her arms and legs around me and pressed her lips against mine.
I started fucking her against the door. She met every thrust of mine with a squeeze of her cunt, and in what seems like mere seconds I felt my balls starting to tingle and contract. I thrust into her one final time, pinning her to the wood, and felt her contracting around my cock.
We came together, my cock grinding into her as my balls emptied, she with her head thrown back and her mouth open in ecstasy.
When it was over we stood there for some time getting our breath. I found her mouth with mine and kissed her deeply. Moving my lips to her ear I whispered, “Shana, I love you.”
“I love you, Andy,” she said.
I slowly pulled my cock out of her and lowered her to the floor. We looked at each other and laughed. My shorts were still hooked around one ankle, and I still had my flip-flops and T-shirt on. Shana’s blouse and bra were still looped around her neck. I got rid of my clothes, then helped her off with her shirt.
We stood there naked, looking at each other. My dick still stood at half-staff. Her nipples were still swollen and erect, and a trickle of moisture ran down the inside of one leg.
She took me by the hand and led me to the bed. We lay down and began making out again, me with my fingers in her cunt, she stroking my cock. Five minutes later I was inside her again, but this time we fucked slow and steady. When we came this time it was with less violence but more romance; we kissed all the way through, and kept kissing long after our orgasms died away.
We lay there afterward for some time. My softening cock eventually slipped out of her, so we rolled on our backs and looked at the ceiling. The light in the room was fading. I looked at the clock; it was nearing 8.
“Some friends of mine are having a party off-campus,” Shana said. “Do you want to go?”
I looked at her and kissed her again.
“No,” I said. “I want to stay here all night.”
“You can’t spend your first night at college holed up in your room,” she said.
“I’m not. I’m holed up in your room.”
“Oh, come on,” she said, nuzzling my neck. “Let’s go out and have some fun. I promise you we can come back later and …”
“And what?
“And fuck some more,” she said sweetly.
“Well, when you put it like that…”
We got dressed and headed downstairs. In the dorm lobby, we ran into Kelly and Matt. Shana hugged them both, and I gave Matt a bro-hug. They were heading to the same party, so we walked out together, Kelly and Shana falling behind us a little to whisper together.