NewU Pt. 09

There was significantly more than 75ml in these drinks.

The coke was barely more than coloring and flavoring. It was not an easy beverage to drink, there was a significant amount of burn, and that cringe on the faces of everyone around the table as we all took a sip at the same time wouldn't have looked out of place in a comedy sketch. It would surprise nobody to learn that this particular concoction was one of Jimmy's inventions.

Olivia was leaning very obviously against my side, immediately and undisputedly claiming the seat next to me after we had returned from the stage. Her hand was holding mine, which was, in turn, resting on the skin-tight denim covering her leg. Her thumb was stroking affectionately over the back of my hand. while my fingers were gently and affectionately stroking her thigh. There was a fair amount of affectionate stroking going on

The table, and the group around it, were still buzzing over what had happened. The 'usuals' added significantly to the speed at which that buzz was growing. Olivia's friends oohing and aahing about how romantic the gesture was, how well we both sang, and the downright poetry of the whole evening. Olivia was making no attempt to be subtle in her agreement. Lori was nodding along with them, seeming to find a new friend in the blonde girl who had submitted Olivia's name to Tara. Jimmy was grinning from ear to ear, muttering something about the student surpassing the master. I was enjoying my drink.

Well, as much as you could enjoy a drink that tasted like mildly flavored paint thinner.

"So..." Jimmy grinned, "He sings."

"And he's pretty good, too," Lori added.

"Not bad looking either." One of Olivia's friends chimed in.

"Nah, he's always looked like that." A different friend added. "Livy and I agreed he was cute way back last year."

"Then why didn't you make a move?" Jimmy asked, smirking as if he already knew the answer

"Cause I called dibs," Olivia, Livy, answered smugly, her hand squeezing onto mine. "Just had to break him out of his shell a little first."

"That was a pretty thick shell." Jimmy nodded, his face looking like it would crack open with that smile. "And all it took was a car, a tree, a near-death experience, and a miraculous recovery. You'd better make sure the wait was worth it, dude." He finished with a laugh

Olivia pressed herself even tighter to my arm, so tight I could feel the swell of her breasts pressing into my bicep. "Oh, he's going to be dragged upstairs and will be showing me soon enough." She almost purred into my ear. "That must have been the most spectacular shell breaking in history"

"And sooooooo romantic," Lori added, leaning against Jimmy.

"Lucky bitch," her second friend teased as she sipped from her glass, pulling a fit of giggles from all the other girls at the table.

"It's okay," Livvy purred a little louder into my ear as if I was the only one she was talking to, even though she was definitely speaking loud enough for her friend to hear. "I don't mind sharing. You only go to college once."

I couldn't tell if this was another attempt at teasing me into my shyness again or not, but I decided I was not going to back down now. "Well, I told you I was getting back into the saddle."

"Or be the saddle." The first friend replied. "Livvy here likes to be the one riding."

"We shall see." I smirked, "You know the saying: Save a horse, ride a cowboy." I added a squeeze of my own to Olivia's thigh, letting her know that this was all a lot more than talk. She shivered in response, taking a long draw of her drink, a blush spreading over her cheeks as her friends giggled even louder.

"Holy shit, you two are going to fuck each other to death!" Lori grinned

"Lucky Bitch." The second friend added again.

Another round of giggles erupted from the table as Livvy shrugged, putting her drink down. "Well, there are definitely worse ways to go. Now, Pete and I are going to go get that alone time that you all promised." She stood up, still holding my hand and giving it a tug to pull me to my feet.

"If I don't see you in the morning, I'm sending a search party." Jimmy laughed as I slipped my arm around Olivia and turned her towards the bar and the stairs to the lofts.

"No, you won't. I have put locks on the doors." I grinned back over my shoulder as I led Olivia away to the cheers of the table.

"Don't forget we have class tomorrow," He called after us.

"I have a feeling he is going to be calling in sick," Olivia shouted back. "I doubt he will be able to even get out of bed before midday."

The whole group turned and looked at the second friend, who was giggling into her glass. "What? I'm not going to say it again. I'll look crazy!"

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By the time we made it upstairs, I was aching. I had been slapped on my back, had my hand shaken almost violently, and turned down more offers for drinks in that single walk through the bar than during every other night of my life combined. More than a few girls looked enviously at Olivia as we headed to the stairs and left the bar.

I slipped my key into the door and twisted it, giving the door a shove before leading Olivia inside. She was still clinging onto me, hanging off me as if letting me go risked making the whole night evaporate into a dream. Her face, however, was beaming. I spun her around to face me as I kicked the door closed. Her mind was singing, a whirlwind of emotions and a kaleidoscope of bright anticipation, that made her whole body almost vibrate with excitement. Her lips were on mine before I had even clicked the lock. The kiss was deep and fierce, hungry and urgent; there was intent behind it that not even I would have been able to miss back before my abilities.

Every part of her pressed against me; her lips, her cheeks, her heaving breasts, her thighs, and her denim-covered mound ground needily into the tenting bulge of my cock. Soft yet urgent mewls escaped her lips, and the sounds of our heavy, wanton breaths filled the gaps between the wet smacks of our lips. Our arms were wrapped around each other tightly; hers hanging off my shoulders and draped around my neck, tangled in my hair, mine dangerously low on the small of her back, resting on the curve of the top of her ass, as she pressed it hungrily forwards to grind herself against me.

As one, we broke the kiss. Our eyes gazed into each other with an unspoken yet perfectly understood look of mutual desire. No words were needed, nothing in the mortal languages could come close to articulating the inevitability of us being here, nor the burning, shameless yearning we were feeling for each other. There was a pregnant, intent-filled pause, our eyes locked together, both of us knowing exactly what the other wanted, as our hands began to move.

I had made a point, until now, of staying out of Olivia's mind. I wanted this to be as natural as possible. I wanted to see how much of the real me she wanted, but my resolve crumbled as I held those gorgeous eyes. I delved into her mind. I had already made sure that she wasn't affected by the panty-wetting attraction I had applied to everyone else. She didn't swoon just by looking at me - at least, she didn't swoon any more than she would have done before my powers. But for reasons that were completely incomprehensible to me, Livvy was genuinely chomping at the bit to get her hands on me.

Mine was not the best-looking face she had ever laid eyes on, but it was far from the worst. My body was toned and sculpted. Probably - she thought - as a result of long hours of physical therapy after that accident which came painfully close to robbing her of me. Yet the body pressed against hers was not the muscle-bound behemoth of a man who spent more time in a gym than was healthy. But it was my mind, my personality, that had drawn her to me all those months ago. I had been fairly drunk on that first night, the shyness that seemed to endear her to me even more, had slipped, and I had made her laugh more than any three people ever had. A mix of wit, intelligence, and self-deprecation, had shown her the character of a man who was the perfect mix between charm, intensity, and someone who didn't take themselves too seriously.

I had been in the minds of dozens of human women over the months, maybe hundreds of them. But there was something different about Olivia. The countless other girls had all just stood there in the mindscape, staring mutely ahead as if my presence hadn't even been noticed. It wasn't until I whispered something into their ears that they would react. Olivia, however, was different; her dilated eyes were locked onto mine as soon as her avatar materialized. Her lips parted in hungry, anticipatory desire, and the flush of her cheeks quickly spread down her throat and onto the top of her heavily rising and falling chest. It was a literal representation of a very simple reality, at least to her; her entire being was focused on me. Her milk smooth skin was glowing. It was beyond beautiful, Olivia was transcendent. There was a small, brief spark of inquiring thought, wondering why her mind was so different. That was a question to be filed away for another day.

Oliva, for her part, didn't need to analyze it. She was not one of those girls who wondered why she was drawn to me as much as she was. She didn't need to wonder if there was a future with me. She was perfectly happy to enjoy the warmth of her desire, and the look in my eyes when they held hers, and didn't need to question the logic of it. She wanted to live in the moment, and - as her hands moved up my chest to deftly undo the top two buttons on my shirt - she was taking full advantage of the here and now.

The loosening of my shirt seemed to snap my attention back to the present. My own hands coming up to work loose the knot that kept her checkered shirt tied around her navel, as my tongue darted out to wet my dry, hungry lips. There was not even a fraction of a second, not half a heartbeat, where our eyes left each other. Not until the last of my buttons were undone, and she pushed her hands beneath the material to press them against my chest. A soft, guttural groan fell from my lips as her hands wandered up my broad, hard chest, brushing the shirt off my arms as she did. For my part, I had loosened her shirt and had helped her shrug it off, her mountainous chest rising and falling beneath the delicate, black lace bra. Another deep, intent-filled groan escaped from my throat as I pulled her against me, spun her around, and pressed her back against the apartment door.

Things became a little more heated for a short while, both of us working on getting the buttons of our jeans undone and the garments off each other. Both of them were easy enough to unsnap, but whereas my jeans, with the slightest of nudges, pooled around my ankles; her painted-on denim needed to be peeled off her like the skin of an overripe fruit. The material clung to every single inch of her long smooth legs until both of us were frantically trying to get them off.

"Holy fucking shit, I am going to burn these fucking things!" She whispered desperately into my lips, Our kiss never breaking as I pressed my foot into the crotch of her jeans and held them down, as she yanked one leg after the other out of them. She then kicked them frustratedly across the room before attacking my boxers as if she were making up for the lost time.

Her panties were much easier. I had to fight the urge to grab them in my powerful grip and rip them from her body, instead pulling the tiny, soaked, black lace thong over her curved hips and letting gravity do the rest. I took a step back, breaking off all contact with her, I needed to see her.... There was no other way to describe it, I needed to see her. For a few eternally long seconds, my eyes just wandered over her nakedness, my jaw slacked and my breathing heavy... She leaned back against the door, her fists balling against the wooden veneer, as her eyes gave me the same treatment as mine was giving her.

She was exquisite. Her body had that perfect ratio of curves and proportions. Her C cup breasts, tinted with the flush of her desire, defied gravity on her heavily rising and falling chest. Her waist curved inward, before flaring invitingly into her extraordinarily feminine hips. Her mound was completely shaved, and freshly so, by the looks of it. Yet another indicator of where she thought this night would end up. Her eyes wandered over me just as hungrily, roaming over the broad strong chest and my powerful arms, widening a little at the hardness and size of my manhood as it jutted out towards her... Her tongue darted out to lick her lips just as mine did the same.

We were barely even people at this point, we were just two creatures of wanton desire and unbridled lust. And we were both going to feed the urges that were clawing inside us until we were sated and full.

Finally, our eyes met, another hungry lick of my lips from me and one of those trademark teasing smiles from her. For a few loaded heartbeats we did nothing, then fell together.

She pressed off the door, taking a single step forward, just far enough for me to meet her on my own lunge towards her. Her arms flew back around my neck, one of her perfectly sculpted thighs hooking over my hips, as I grasped her ass in my strong hands and lifted her into the door with a thud. A rush of air was forced from her lung as I kissed her with a fevered passion that neither of us had experienced before. This was more than simple desire or passion, this was a fire of uncontrolled and uncontrollable burning lust. This was the end result of long months of torturous teasing... this was what inevitability felt like in its most pure, carnal, primal form.

I only felt the molten wet heat of her core for the briefest of moments as it ran over the head of my tumescence before I impaled her onto me. The first thrust was nothing near as hard or as deep or as dominant, as what either Becky or Philippa had been subjected to. But it was still hard enough to rock her entire body a few inches up the door, her load-bearing foot being lifted from the floor for a second as a throaty, satisfied, moan of abject pleasure purred from her lips.

Her other foot didn't stay on the ground for long. I grasped her ass a little harder as her lips mashed into mine, her tongue delving in to find its opposite number, mewling, moaning, and purring into my mouth as I ground into her. With my grip secure, I lifted, hoisting her onto my hips and letting her legs wrap possessively and determinedly around me, locking me in place and encouraging me to stroke in deeper.

I gave her what she wanted. Slow and steady, deep and filling, sensual and passionate, each thrust seemed like it was exploring her velvet tunnel and looking for the pleasure spots that neither of us knew were there. Far from throwing herself back onto me, fucking herself against me with wreckless abandon, she just ground herself back on me, dragging her clit over my pubis and groaning louder and deeper into my lip,s before finally breaking the breath-stealing kiss.

"Oh God, Pete... Fuck... More. Take me!" She moaned as I drove into her, spearing her deeper and harder, but still refusing to go any faster. I wanted her to feel everything, I wanted her to still be feeling it the next day. I wanted her friends - when they inevitably asked her how this had been - to only be answered by a blushed giggle and inarticulation. I wanted this to be the benchmark by which she measured every man in the future.

She had angled her hips perfectly, rolling her ass backwards to press it against the door and thrusting her dripping, soaked pussy down towards my cock. Every thrust stretched her a little more, dragging over her walls and every single nerve ending in them, my shaft crushed her g spot against the ridge of my head and my crown nudged softly against her cervix.

"Oh, Fuck! I have never been this full... Jesus, I knew you would be amazing, I knew it from day one. You are amazing, you are amazing, oh God, don't stop, don't you dare stop. Fuck me, Pete!"

There was something about the panting, breathless, hitched pitch of her voice as her legs loosened from around me and started to raise into the air, her thighs clamped against my hips but her feet bouncing loosely with every thrust. Her head arched upwards, her unfocused eyes cast up toward the ceiling as I leaned forward and started kissing and sucking on her exposed throat.

"Oh my GOD! You are going to make me cumm... Ive wanted you since the first night we met. God you were worth the wait! Oh shit, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Arrrrrggghhh!!!"

I didn't stop, I didn't even slow down as her entire body seemed to clamp up, and a screaming shriek of rapture was expelled from her lips. Her nails dug into my shoulders almost hard enough to draw blood. Her pussy clamped down onto my pistoning cock as if it couldn't decide if it wanted to expel the intruder or suck it in deeper, but the feeling of her clenched muscles, rhythmically rolling up and down my shaft would have been too much for a mortal man to resist.

Luckily for both of us, I wasn't technically human.

Her eyes widened as I kept going. Her body never really got the chance to come down from her last climax, as I immediately started working her towards the next. Her eyes on me held a look that was somewhere between abject pleasure and reverent awe, her mind was singing. Despite trying not to look into her mind, the thoughts being directed towards me were impossible to filter out.

Oh god, so close, just angle a little more that way... yes, there, don't stop... a little faster, a little deeper... deeper.. Don't stop, oh fuck don't stop, holy fucking shit he is going to make me cum again... how the fuck is he doing this... Oh God, I am cumminggggg!!!

Another scream poured from her lips, her body thrashing and convulsing violently in my arms. The effect, far from breaking my rhythm, seemed to grind and thrust her back onto me even harder, crashing my cock into her most sensitive of spots and driving me in deeper. Her legs flopped loose, only my hands and my rigid cock holding her weight up as she was fucked into the wall.

Suddenly, her vision cleared and her eyes locked onto me with an intensity that took my breath away. There was a clarity to them, totally at odds with the tempestuous storm of overwhelming pleasure that was crashing through her body. "I want you to cum in me. I am on the pill, I need it, don't you dare pull out. I have never had a guy cum in me bareback before and I want you to be the first... do it... fill me... flood me... Give it all to me... Cum inside me!!!"

It was like she was possessed and those last three words banished the ghost of clarity from her mind before her focus immediately shifted back to the breath-taking power of her climax. Her juices were dripping off my balls, I could feel them splashing against the hardwood floor beneath my feet. Her cunt was rippling up and down my cock in a continuously reinforced orgasm of biblical scale. She pulled my head from her throat with a hand in my hair and crushed her lips back to mine, whispering between every smack of our kiss for me to drain my balls into her.

I couldn't hold it, and even if I could, I didn't want to. I slackened my arms holding her up and dropped more of her body weight onto my driving cock, groaned loudly into her lips and exploded inside her. Her eyes snapped open as the power of my spurts splashing into her cervix sent her tumbling into another mind-melting climax. "Oh fuccckkk.. I feel ittt.. Yesssss fuck yesss... fill meee, keep cumming... you're making me cum harder, oh Jesus-fucking CHIRST... BREED mee!!!"