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Becky left the party slightly drunk, a little angry and a lot confused. Two weeks ago she'd broken up with her boyfriend Harrison. Last week, at a different party, she'd been drunkenly talking - admittedly a little too loudly - to a group of girls about what she considered his defaults in bed. Which had been a big part of why she'd broken up with him.

They'd only been going out for about two months and only been having sex for about one of those, but Harrison's style in bed had driven her up the wall. Every time he did something new, every time she gasped or moaned, he would stop what he was doing and ask her "Do you like that?" or some variant thereof. He was constantly asking what she wanted him to do next. And then afterwards he'd ask what her favorite part had been if she liked such and such... whatever. That had been kinda cute the first time and had seemed thoughtful... but after a while all she wanted to say was "Would you just shut up and fuck me already?!" Who wants to have to give blow by blow encouragement or direction during sex?

Which is exactly what she'd told to the group of laughing females.

Unfortunately only 2.5 seconds before she realized that Harrison was within hearing range. The angry look on his face before he'd turned away made it clear that he'd been listening. She'd felt uncomfortable but she'd shrugged it off. Better that he knew right? Although she felt a bit guilty that everyone else did now too. Still, she'd been drinking, they were broken up, so whatever.

Then came tonight when some asshole had decided to take them back to their high school days by suggesting they play Seven Minutes in Heaven. For a bunch of juniors in college that just seemed stupid, but everyone had gotten super excited about it so she'd gone along with it. But bad luck had piled upon bad luck and she'd drawn Harrison's name from the hat.

She'd hoped he'd refuse, but instead he'd stood up and laughed along with everyone else who was hooting and mocking and yelling out things like "Awkward turtle!" It had been her intention to tell whoever she ended up in the closet with that she was definitely NOT interested in playing kissy face for seven minutes, an intent that solidified when it was her own ex-boyfriend she was going into the closet with.

But Harrison hadn't given her the chance to get the words out. They'd barely gotten into the closet with the door closed when he'd swung her around and pushed her up against it, his lips falling down on hers. And Harrison was a great kisser. For a minute she'd thought about just going ahead and making out for the seven minutes, because truth be told she did miss kissing him, but then he'd put one hand on her breast and started pulling up her skirt with the other and she'd started trying to push him away.

The hand on her breast hurt, he'd been squeezing the soft flesh too tightly, and she didn't want to do anything that involved lifting her skirt.

"Stop it!" she'd whispered furiously at him when she'd managed to tear her mouth away.

Ignoring her, Harrison had just pinched her nipple through her shirt, making her gasp as he moved his lips to her neck and sucked the flesh into his mouth.

"Harrison, stop it!"

For a moment he stopped, releasing her breast, but then his hand was sliding back up her shirt as she wriggled furiously, trying to get away from him. The placement of his body against hers kept her trapped against the door, the loud and raunchy suggestions of their friends masking the sound of her furious whispers. Then his hand was sliding under her shirt and under her bra, his hand like a hot brand against her flesh as he squeezed her bare breast, her hard nipple pebbled against his palm.

"Better be quiet unless you want everyone out there to know what you're letting your ex-boyfriend do," he'd rumbled in a deep whisper.

"I'm not letting you do anything!"

She pushed against him, but he was far too big and too heavily muscled for her to move. That was something that she'd liked about him, his big attractive body. Lips pressed against hers again, effectively muffling her as he squeezed her breast, rolling her nipple harshly through his fingertips. Something that she'd once confirmed for him that she liked. The shudder that went through her was involuntary and she would have repressed it if she could have.

Then his other hand had pressed against the top of her mound and she'd tried to close her legs. One broad thigh pressed between them kept her from being able to preserve even that much of her dignity, and she'd moaned into his mouth as he'd discovered something neither of them knew until that point.

She'd been wet. Sloppy, hot and wet when his fingers pushed into the folds of her pussy. Enough so that she'd clawed at his shoulders as they rubbed against her clit, exploring the deeper folds.

It had only been the sound of someone yelling "Time's up!" that gave them enough warning. Harrison had pulled away, leaving her to adjust her clothes as the door was flung open. Going by her swollen lips and askew shirt it had been obvious that something had been going on and she'd had to face the humiliation of everyone pointing and laughing at the fact that she'd obviously been getting busy with her ex-boyfriend, the man she'd maligned just a week earlier for his lackluster performance in the bedroom.

Now, ten minutes later, Becky had left the party and was practically stomping her way to her dorm room. Fortunately it was only a short walk from the frat house where she'd been partying.

"No more stupid parties," she mumbled under her breath as she got out her key and pushed it into the lock. They just got her into trouble in one way or another apparently.

It wasn't until she was pushing the door open until a sixth sense tingled and warned her. She was just starting to turn around when a strong arm wrapped around her waist and pushed her into the room. With a high pitched shriek, Becky tried to kick her assailant, tugging at the arm around her waist as her keys fell to the floor.

"Ouch, cut it out."

Recognizing Harrison's voice after her heel knocked against his shin, Becky stopped struggling. "Harrison?"

"Yeah babe?"

She snorted. "I'm not your babe, let me go!"

Almost surprisingly, he did. And she stumbled, giving him time to close and lock the door behind him.

"What are you doing?" she asked, glaring at him.

"Finishing what we started."

Before she could ask what he meant, he'd pounced again. Hands on her back, lips on hers, tongue in her mouth and walking her backwards towards the bed. Struggling, Becky tried to stop him but it was like trying to push against an immovable object; no matter how she squirmed or dragged her feet they just moved closer and closer to the bed. And somehow he had no trouble removing their clothing as he did so.

She'd never felt so small or helpless before, even with him despite the fact that he'd always been taller, bigger and stronger. This was the first time he'd ever used that against her and she didn't know what to do.

"STOP!" she screamed out when she finally got her breath back. Harrison only laughed and tossed her onto the bed, crawling on top of her and rolling her back onto her back as she tried to roll away. "Harrison, you have to stop! I'll scream!"

"It's Saturday night, there's no one around to hear you," he said almost jovially, his knees easily forcing her legs apart as he wrestled her bra off of her body. "Just lay back and think of England if it's that bad."

Becky opened her mouth to scream again, but she only got halfway through before he'd torn her panties away from her body and shoved them into her mouth. Then he grabbed her wrists and pinned them down above her head in one broad hand, filling the other with her breast flesh while his mouth descended to her nipple. Her legs flailed, but with his big body between her thighs she couldn't do much more than kick at his back, and her kicks had very little power to them. She might as well have been drumming her heels on the floor for all the effect it had.

The worst part, the utterly worst part of the entire humiliating evening thus far... was that she was still soaking wet.

She knew it as he squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple harshly, she knew it as his mouth sucked her other nipple in deep and teased it with his tongue. The area between her legs was throbbing. The taste of her own juices were flooding her mouth. When he'd made the crack about her laying back and thinking of England, it had been said in a mocking tone of voice because he'd KNOWN that she was highly aroused.

Squirming, doing her best to struggle, did nothing other than rub wet juices across his groin as he pressed his lower body against hers to keep her in place. Teeth nipped at the tender buds on her chest, fingers rolled and pinched and pulled until she thought she might scream from the painful pleasure. This wasn't Harrison as she'd known him before, there wasn't the slightest hint of hesitation in his touch... he wasn't giving, the way he had before, he was taking.

"No, no, no, no, no," she chanted behind the make-shift panty gag, the sounds coming out distorted, almost like moans as the broad head of his cock rubbed up against the sopping wet folds of her pussy.

Giving her jutting nipple one last lick, Harrison positioned himself over her and looked down into her wide eyes, his heavy arms positioned on either side of her head, hands over her wrists above it. "I think the lady doth protest too much."

Then he chuckled and thrust. Becky knew that the look on her face was of pure reluctant pleasure, as was the low moan that was thankfully muffled. He was big, thick, hard as a rock and pushing his way easily into her body thanks to the aroused slickness of her pussy. Everything felt tight and swollen and shockingly pleasurable as he planted himself firmly inside of her body, her hips lifting up to meet him despite herself.

Her brain was screaming that this was a huge mistake, her emotions were torn between anger and humiliation, but the lower region of her body was rejoicing in the thick cock that was splitting her open just the way she liked it.

"That's it..." Harrison said with a little chuckle, only increasing her mortification at her body's inexplicable and embarrassing response. "Fuck you're soaked."

His words were accompanied by a sucking, wet sound as he pulled his cock away and thrust in again. There was no denying that her body was loving what he was doing to her, even as the rest of her was in complete denial. Groaning with pleasure, Harrison held her in place, ignoring her squirming and her pushing legs as he began a smooth and steady pace for fucking her right into the mattress.

Even the fact that he was holding her down was turning some part of her body on, some part of her actually liked being helpless beneath him. Which only made her want to kick him even more. Why hadn't he acted like this while they were going out?!

The steady thrusting of his cock was battering the walls of her pussy, he wasn't stopping to ask what she wanted or liked, he was just fucking her as hard and relentlessly as he wanted. And Becky couldn't stop the moans that were coming from her mouth as he shoved hard into her, his chest brushing against her erect nipples, his hands tightly gripping her wrists. It hurt as her pussy was stretched over and over, but the burning was delicious... she could feel her clit tingling as it was rubbed and pressed every time he thrust home.

The inner walls of her pussy tightened and released around him, her hips beginning to move in time with the rhythmic pounding of his body against hers, seeking her release. Obviously wanting to hear more of her moans, Harrison let go of one of her wrists and pulled the gag from her mouth.

It only humiliated her more.

"Harrison... oh god... please... you have to stop," she pleaded, even though her body didn't want him to stop at all.

"I don't think I asked for feedback this time, babe."

With a laugh, he put his mouth over hers, his tongue easily sliding in as she moaned again after a particularly rough thrust. Realizing that he wasn't going to be stopped, Becky finally completely gave in and stopped fighting him. Her body rejoiced as it began to move beneath him even more seductively, her entire being now focused on getting off rather than getting him off of her.

When he did that particular bump and grind thrust that she liked so much, that she'd told him she liked so much, she went off like a rocket. The tension burst inside of her like fireworks going off on the Fourth of July, skittering along her every nerve as the ecstasy expanded outwards. She was screaming and moaning, shaking, rubbing herself against him as he fucked her even harder, pushing her pleasure higher.

It was ongoing bliss as her pussy contracted and spasmed, her lower body throbbing with the constant impalement.

Something hot and wet burst inside of her, pulsing, and she realized that she could actually feel him cumming inside of her. It wasn't until then that she realized she was having sex without a condom for the first time, the first time she'd felt wetness actually splashing the interior of her body... it felt incredible. Apparently Harrison wasn't worried about her having any diseases, he knew that she was on the pill, but she hadn't realized how enjoyable it would be to actually feel a man's hot jizz filling her up.

It wasn't until he slumped on top of her that things became awkward again. Becky couldn't look him in the eye as he picked himself up off of her and began to search for his clothes.

"You know," he said before he left. "If you wanted a guy to just go ahead and fuck you without caring about what you liked, you could have just told me that."

She wanted to protest that that's not what she wanted but he was already gone, leaving her to wonder what exactly it was that she did want. Her pussy tingled as she slipped her hand down to dip her fingers into the cum leaking out of her.