My First Semester at College Ch. 04

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Byron took me to a nearby diner. Then we went back to his dorm room (turned out he wasn't Jake's roommate, as I'd initially thought). I was ready to fuck his brains out, but turned out he just wanted to talk. He said he wanted to get to know me. And he really meant it. We talked for hours before we even mentioned sex. We told each other all about our families, and our plans for the future. If I was infatuated with him before, I honestly felt like I was in love with him by the time the conversation turned to sex. He told me how beautiful I was, and how sexy my body was - and my heart sank as I realized that he'd seen me sucking off Jake . . . even after I'd gone down on him. Even thinking about it now makes me sick to my stomach. It would have been like me walking in on Byron going down on Lisa, and letting him eat me too, and then having him go back to her - that would just break my heart, and I just knew Byron had to hate me for what I'd done.

I began to cry, just thinking about it, and was absolutely stunned when he held me and comforted me and sincerely seemed to have no idea why I was crying. I couldn't even tell him, so he ask if I wanted to go home. I didn't, but I figured it was probably best, so I finally nodded, and he helped me to his car. On the way he just held my hand in his own strong dark one. I stopped crying enough to tell him which building and he walked me all the way to my room.

It was the middle of the night as Byron awkwardly stood outside the room as I entered, and I invited him in. Luckily, Lisa was out, so we were alone. I'd pretty much cried myself out, and went to the frig to get a drink. I brought Byron a drink too, as I came back and sat on my bed.

It had only been a couple months since I'd broken up with my cheating high school boyfriend, and I'd been a total slut ever since. I was sure that a guy like Byron would never want more than a one-night stand with a chubby cum slut like me. Well, if one night was all I was going to get, I was going to get my moneys worth I decided.

He thanked me for the drink, and said he could go if I wanted him too.

He smiled big when I told him that was the last thing I wanted, and then he took me by the hand and looking deep into my eyes, he said "whatever it is, it's OK."

I still get chills running up my spine when I remember that. It was as if he was some priest granting me absolution or something, and I stopped feeling bad about what I'd done before, and I actually began to feel better.

I forgot all about getting him to fuck me and just cuddled up against him, and he held me.

Then our lips met, and we were kissing. For the first time in ages, I was being kissed, without also being grouped and fondled, and it was nice. We made out for what seemed like ages, and then Byron stopped and said he had to get going.

Confused, I just stared at him. "Are you sure you have to go?"

Then he smiled and said, "Don't worry gorgeous - We can do this again sometime soon."

"I'm free tomorrow." I said, not realizing how desperate I sounded until I'd said it.

Byron just chuckled and said "Good to know babe, good to know."

And then he was gone.

I just laid in my bed, my mind racing, unable to decide if I was in love, horny, or just over tired. It was actually all three, but the tired finally won out and I drifted off to sleep. Next thing I knew Lisa was getting dressed, and when she saw my eyes open, she asked "Big night?"

"Yeah, something like that." I groggily responded.

"You missed your 9:00 you know." she said.

"Oh, what time is it?"

"Almost 10:00." Lisa said, "I've gotta go - see ya later."

I laid in bed for awhile after Lisa left, running through yesterdays events, and finally decided to get a shower and get ready for my 1:00 class.

I'd just started to dress when there was a knock at the door.

"Just a minute." I yelled, pulling up my shorts and slipping into a t-shirt.

I opened the door, and there stood Jake. I don't even know how he knew where to find me. I felt immediately ashamed.

"You weren't in class, I wanted to make sure Byron hadn't kidnapped you or something." he lamely offered.

"I'm fine . . . just over slept." I said. Then silence.

"look . . .I appreciate the weed and all, but you know yesterday was just a one time think, right?" I finally said.

"yeah . . I kinda figured." Jake said, smiling a big dumb grin.

God he was unattractive. I can't believe I ever even let him touch me.

"well thanks for checking on me, but I'm fine." I said, closing the door before he could say anything else.

I went to my afternoon classes, and couldn't concentrate, as all I could think of was Byron. So handsome. So sexy. The rest of the day was a daze, until finally about 9:30 Byron called me.

Lisa was out, as usual, but apparently she'd run into him, and he'd gotten my number from her. He was so sweet. Ever the gentleman, he made small talk, for a few minutes, putting me at ease, and then he told me he was at work and just on a break. He said he had to work the next day too, but ask if he could take me to dinner the following night. Of course I readily agreed.

I dreamed of Byron that night, and the next, and daydreamed about him all day the next 2 days of classes, until finally he knocked on my door.

I think I gasped when I saw him, he was so fine! He wore tight jeans and a yellow polo shirt. I can't remember what I wore, but I know I had my best lace bra and panties set under it.

He took me to dinner and we went to a movie that night. I don't remember where we went, I don't remember what we saw, but I still remember Byron walking me up to the door holding my hand at the end of the evening. I looked down to see our intertwined hands and it was so sexy I got little tingles all over my body. I can also remember how aroused I was when he kissed me good night and I felt his soft lips against mine. I remember he was such a gentleman and I remember hoping that he still wanted me. I remember that I sure wanted more. Much more! But I was also afraid he'd think me a bigger slut than he already must, so I waited for him to make the first move. Still, I remember going to bed that night and making myself cum over and over as I pictured his black skin against mine.

Byron asked me out to dinner again 2 days later, and we just went for a walk, and talked after. Nothing sexual even came up in the conversation but I remember being so at ease just talking with him. He told me how even though he had a scholarship, he needed to work to help out his family. He told me about how his mom had died giving birth to his youngest sister, and he had 3 other younger siblings at home. His dad was kind of a drunk, and he'd almost stayed home, to take care of the family, but his next youngest brother had made him go to college, and promised to take care of the other kids. To this day, I still can't understand how he had such a tough life, and turned out to be such a great guy.

Anyway, Byron asked me out that next weekend too.

When he picked me up he said he wanted to show me something. Then he took me for a drive out into the country. He parked the car under a big shade tree down some dusty dirt road, and then he started kissing me. I was in heaven, and think I was probably so excited that I came just from that first kiss.

Suddenly he stopped and pulling back said: "you know, I really care about you, right SuzEEE?"

I nodded, and smiled.

"I mean, I REALLY care about you," he continued.

I just smiled bigger.

"and I don't want to offend you, but I've been wanting to do that for the last 2 weeks."

"Is that all you've wanted to do?" I asked, coyly.

Kind of half-grinning, he said, "ummm, no?" like he was asking for permission to want more than kissing.

I wanted to tell him that I was his, that I'd done nothing but obsess over him since we'd met, that I had no desire for any other guy, that I was in love with him. Instead, I sat up, leaned in and just kissed him.

He returned my affection, and after a few minutes my blouse was unbuttoned, and his hands were unfastening my bra. Then I was naked from the waist up, as Byron gently laid me back, and dove into my cleavage with his whole face.

He must have spent an hour, just sucking my tits, and licking and kissing and caressing my lips, cheeks, neck, shoulders, breasts and nipples. I felt like Jell-o, and lost track of the number of times I flexed my thighs and came.

Well, eventually his hands roamed down my tummy, and then to my jeans. He unbuttoned my jeans, and then slowly reached his big dark hand inside, between my jeans and my panties. I knew I was dripping wet, and was sure he new too because as soon as I felt him press against my clit through my damp panties, he smiled. Unable to help myself I ground down on his probing fingers, and came again.

"Damn girl, you are incredible." he muttered, as he continued fingering my squirming crotch. At the same time he leaned in and covered my mouth with his, and stuck his tongue in my mouth.

I was beyond control at this point, so I reached for his cock, hoping to convince him to replace his tongue with it.

He moaned in my mouth as I rubbed his erection through his jeans, but pulled back when I tried to undo his pants.

"We can't." he blurted, recoiling at my advance.

Confused I looked up at him, dejected. Suddenly, I wanted to cry.

Ever the perfect gentleman, Byron leaned down, and just held me close. My head was spinning. I was still horny as hell. I wanted Byron more than I'd ever wanted anything in my life, but I just couldn't seem to let him know that, and I was such a slut that I was scaring him away. Finally I decided to just let Byron take the lead, as I melted in his embrace.

"You don't HAVE to do that," he finally whispered in my ear. "I'll still like you, you know." he tried to re-assure me.

"But what if I WANT to" I finally murmured back to him.

"What?" he asked, pulling back from our embrace to look me in the eye.

"I think I love you," I said, before I could stop myself, "and I WANT to, not just for you, but for me too." I managed to sputter, trying not to cry.

I saw the look of shock on his face, and was sure I'd ruined everything. Then he got a big smile as he leaned down to kiss my forehead.

"I am the luckiest man in the world." he said.

"I don't know about that," I replied, "but you could get lucky." I teased, licking my lips.

As I reached to unfasten his pants again, he again intercepted my advance saying "can we talk first?"

I wanted to tell him I'd have done anything he wanted at that moment, but all I could do is nod my head.

We sat in silence for a minute or two, but it seemed like eternity. I was just about to put my top back on when he started talking.

"I KNOW I love you. I've loved you since the first time I saw you. . . over a month ago" he added as almost an after thought. "You are the most beautiful, amazing woman I've ever seen . . . and I just want you to know that I really mean that. And Damn girl, I want you so bad too. I've been going insane these last 2 weeks, I can't stop thinking about you. . . . but I don't want you thinking that I'm saying this so you'll have sex with me. I'd NEVER do that."

"I know." I said, smiling at him.

"I just . . .I don't know," he continued. "Please know that I don't think any less of you, and if we make love, I want it to be just that."

My heart melted, and I'm sure I swooned when he said that. Suddenly I didn't want to blow him, I wanted him inside me. I NEEDED him to make slow, sensual love to me. I'd really never done that, I'd only ever just had sex, and I wanted to give Byron something I'd never given anyone else.

Now I knew what he wanted, and I wanted him even more. Unfortunately I'd been in such a daze that I'd forgotten to take my birth control pills the last 2 weeks. (I'd have actually gladly let him get me pregnant, but wanted him to want that as well) so I told him.

Then he told me that when he brought me there, he had no intention of doing anything but making-out with me, so he wasn't "prepared."

I think I must have looked like he slugged me or something, cause he immediately said "but I think I can take care of that."

Then he handed my my blouse and started the car. I put on my top without my bra as we drove back to the nearest store in silence, just staring at each other with big grins. He ran in, and moments later ran back out with a pack of condoms. I think I was beaming as he drove all the way back where we were parked and stopped and shut off the engine.

I started to laugh on the way back, at the absurdity of driving so far to buy those things.

He asked what was so funny, and I told him "you don't think that was a long ways to go for those?" pointing to his little bag of prophylactics.

He smirked, and let out a little chuckle himself, admitting that it probably was.

Soon we were parked back under the tree, kissing again. It was starting to get dark when I lost my top again. Eventually I was straddling his lap as he kissed my neck. His seat went way back so we had a lot of room so I sat on the seat and finally unfastened his pants.

Byron helped me pull his pants down and I remember thinking how perfect his cock was, still just visible in setting sun, when it finally sprung into my view.

I ignored my instinct to suck it and waited until he slipped on the condom. He had trouble because he bought the wrong size. (He told me later that he just grabbed the 1st packet he saw and headed for the register.)

As he covered up, I pulled down my jeans and panties all at once. I remember still being very wet. Byron put his finger down there and pushed it inside my pussy and played with my clit, as I pulled my twisted jeans off my ankles. He made me have an orgasm within seconds of freeing myself.

Then things got serious. I was so nervous as I moved over and straddled his lap that my body was shaking like a leaf. Byron took his time with me and kept kissing me all over, until I was relaxed enough. Then he gently guided the head of his beautiful black cock inside my pussy. I remember how it almost hurt, but it felt good too.

I can't explain how sexually aroused I was by the time Byron lifted me. I'd gotten about ½ of him inside me, and he slowly withdrew himself until only his bulbous head remained between my nether lips. Then he gently worked me back down his flesh pole, this time until I had a good 2/3rds of him in me. By the third time I was close to taking all of him, and I bottomed out on the forth attempt. I couldn't stop watching his latex covered big black cock impale my pale pussy, deeper and deeper with each attempt, as I panted in the twilight. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen, or felt. As he bottomed out I swear I felt him pressing against my cervix, and the sensation, though a little uncomfortable, was also thrilling. He let me just rest there, until I began squirming and grinding on him. Then he lifted me slowly and then pulled me back into him, even slower.

It was maddening, it was exquisite, it was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt.

I was putty in his hands, as he pumped in and out of me, lifting and pulling my body on and off of him for the next eternity, or at least 20 minutes. Somehow, he was able to not only fuck me but at the same time kiss, lick and suck my mouth, lips, neck and titties at the same time. I had so many little cums that I lost count. Thing was, they were ALL satisfying, not like the usual little orgasms that usually just left me feeling unfinished.

Finally, he lifted me clean off him, and laid me back into my side of the big bench seat, my head against the armrest on the door.

It was dark out as he laid himself between my legs, and entered me again.

I gasped as I felt him glide slowly up in me, until I felt his public bone grind against mine. Then I flexed, and tried to hold him inside me as he withdrew his length, excruciatingly slowly. He plunged back in to me, at the same maddening pace. It seemed like another eternity - or at least 10-15 minutes, before he worked up a good rhythm that wasn't making me crazy. All the while he was ramming me incrementally faster, he was also making out with me, and sucking my nipples, and lovingly caressing me, all over.

I wanted to tell him this was the best thing I'd ever experienced, that he was doing things to me that I'd never even imagined, that I was so in love with him that I'd do anything for him. But all I could do was pant, and grunt and groan, and cum all over his beautiful hard pounding dark cock.

Byron made love to me like that for another eternity - or at least 10-15 minutes, until he finally tensed, and shot his load.

I thought I felt his sperm shooting inside me, and Byron later told me my eyes got huge. Byron said he thought I was just feeling the condom get hot and his cock pulse, but when he pulled out we realized the condom had broken.

He asked if I was afraid of getting pregnant?

I honestly admitted I was a little, but also told him that there was no one else I'd rather have give me a baby.

He smiled the strangest smile, and I saw a couple tears run down his face when I said that.

Then he hugged me tight and said: "I love you so much" as I melted in his arms.

When he finally released me, he got between my legs. At first he wiped the now clarified cum from my thighs with his shirt. Then he sucked my pussy. I tried to push him off, telling him he didn't have to, but he just kept going, until I was screaming with another orgasm. I finally forced him out by squeezing my legs together, and he sat up with a sticky face, and a big grin.

"Wow" I said. And Byron laughed. 10 min later we were both dressed and on our way.

I wasn't pregnant. I got my period 4 days later, but for those 4 days, I dreamed I was, and when I got my period, I was actually kinda disappointed.

Byron wouldn't do more than kiss me for those next few days, and I was about to go nuts. I did finally convince him to let me go down on him once I got my period, and I worshiped his beautiful black cock with my cum starved mouth, like my life depended on it. I had him cumming the first time in under 10 minutes, and about an hour later coaxed a second yummy load from him.

I don't know who enjoyed it more.