The trip home was difficult at best. Mike had to pull over and sleep in a rest area for a half hour. He was so exhausted from his visit that he actually missed the next day of classes and slept in. He planned on visiting Becky again, but not for a while. He could only take so much! Maybe during the long Thanksgiving weekend.
Someone was banging on his door. It was two in the morning on a Thursday night. He woke up seeing red. He threw open the door ready to rant at whoever was stupid enough to wake him the night before a big test. Instead, he froze and found himself smiling dumbly.
“Hello, Mike. Do you remember me?” Susan asked.
“Of course,” He said as he tried to force his brain awake. “How is your brother Brandon?”
“Fine,” she replied. He noticed that Susan looked worse than he felt. Her hair looked flat and tired, and eyes were red in exhaustion.
“It’s nice to see you again, but why exactly are you here?” He asked. Almost a month passed since he visited his cousin Becky and met Susan.
“I’m here to invite you to a party at our sorority. The pledges are becoming sisters this theyekend,” she explained. Mike still didn’t understand why Susan was here instead of Becky, but at least he understood why she looked so tired. It was her sorority’s hell week.
“How did you get the job of coming and getting me?” He asked. She smiled, shrugged and yawned. She really was tired.
“Well, we each got to pick one person to invite to the party. Becky picked you and the pledge mistress sent me to make sure you come. I’m not sure why. She didn’t send a pledge to pick up any of the others, but I didn’t question it. It got me away from that bitch for a night!” she replied. He smiled as he noticed that Insabella must be getting really horny.
“She doesn’t like me very much since the last visit and the chugging contest,” Mike said with a shrug, covering for Isabella. “Maybe she’s planning on getting even.”
“Sounds like her,” Susan sighed. “I have to get you back by dawn.”
“What if I can’t leave?” He asked. Susan surprised him by looking frightened.
“You have to come with me! If not, then I don’t become a sister,” she replied, and then blushing added, “She said I had to do whatever it takes to make you come back with me.” He wondered what Isabella was going to do for kicks once the pledges became sisters.
“Well, I have a test in the morning, but I’m willing to skip the rest of my classes,” He replied.
“She said by dawn,” Susan said nervously. He shrugged.
“I have no intention of skipping this test. My grade for the class depends on it,” He sighed. “She’ll just have to settle for late afternoon. If you want, you can call her and let her know.” Susan nodded and he showed her the phone down the hall. She came back to the room looking more tired and spent if that was at all possible, but at least she a little calm.
“Well, the Bitch wasn’t happy, but she gave in at the end,” Susan sighed. He smiled and handed her a towel, sweats and a tee shirt. She stared at him with a confused expression.
“You look like you could use a break anyway. Why don’t you go down the hall to the ladies bathroom and take a shower,” He offered. Susan smiled. It was the first sign that she was finally relaxing.
“Thanks, I could use it,” she replied, letting out a long breath.
“Just let yourself back in. I’ve got to get some sleep for that test in the morning,” He said. She apologized for waking him and walked out. He slept on the floor with a spare blanket and pillow. He had a single room and although it was tiny, it was all his.
The next morning he got up and went to take the test. It was 10:00am when he got back to the room. Susan was still asleep, but she woke up when he opened the door.
“Good morning. Are you ready to go?” she asked.
“Slow down. There’s no rush. You can relax while I pack,” He replied. She nodded and stretched. The sleep and shower looked to have done some good. He quickly noticed that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her nipples were standing straight out. Susan didn’t have large breasts, but between her looks, her figure and her long dark hair, his dick began to stir.
She was still lying on the bed, nodding in and out of sleep when he was done packing. He sat beside her and started rubbing her shoulders.
“You’re so tense that your shoulders feel like boards,” He said. She groaned as his hands started to work her muscles.
“Oh, that feels great!” she said with a sigh. Fifteen minutes later she was just starting to really relax when she sat up in bed. “We have to go.”
“Lay down and relax!” He snapped.
“Bossy, haven’t I?” she said with a raised eyebrow.
“Just do it,” He laughed. She shrugged and lay back down. He returned to massaging her back. He made his way to her legs and she groaned again.
“You have no idea how good that feels,” she sighed. He smiled and continued for at least another fifteen minutes. She was oblivious to everything around her. She didn’t notice his stares. He wanted desperately to finish the massage correctly and rub the parts of her body that are normally off limits, but he was pretty sure she would slap him if he tried.
“Thanks,” Susan said as she sat up and stretched. “That was amazing!” She leaned over to give him a quick peck on the cheek.
He was so horny by that time that he reacted instinctively and pulled her to him. His lips pressed against hers firmly. Susan froze for a moment before she started pushing him away with her hands. The odd thing was that she didn’t try to break the kiss.
He was just about to let go anyway, when her tongue slipped past his lips. He was surprised, but that didn’t stop him hungrily meeting her tongue with his own. Susan continued to try and push him away, but he grabbed her wrists and kept kissing her. Her tongue danced about in his mouth.
He pulled her to him and hugged her. She beat on his back, but he could feel her hard nipples against his chest. He massaged her ass through the sweat pants. His hand started to slip under the waistband when she finally broke the kiss.
“No! Stop! You bastard!” she snapped. He let her go. She was panting. Maybe partially from fighting him, but he thought more because of sexual tension. “Who the hell do you think you are?”
“I’m the man you just shared one hell of a passionate kiss with,” He replied. She blushed and shook her head in denial.
“I did no such thing…” she stuttered.
“Yes, you did,” He interjected calmly. “Not only that, but you enjoyed it just as much as I did.”
“I did not! I would never do something like that!” she replied. “That was disgusting!” He pointed to her rock hard nipples and smiled.
“Proof of your enjoyment,” He said. Susan folded her arms over her chest.
“You’re a bastard!” she snapped. He shrugged.
“I can be, if that’s the type of guy you like,” He replied honestly.
“I don’t like that type of guy! I have a boyfriend, and he’s gentle and loving,” she said with a little more calm. That surprised him.
“Hey, I’m sorry,” He said quickly. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend. I wouldn’t have kissed you if I did.” His reaction surprised her.
“Bullshit,” she said bluntly. He laughed. It was so unlike the Susan he met and Becky described.
“No, really. I don’t like doing stuff like that,” He replied and she snorted.
“But holding me down and making love to me is okay?” she said sarcastically.
“Only if that’s the way you like to make love. I’m very open minded,” He replied.
“I told you, I don’t like to make love that way,” she said. He sighed and rolled his eyes.
“Susan, you’re one of the hottest women I know. You should have seen the lust in your eyes while we were kissing. I’m getting excited just thinking about it,” He replied. She glanced down at his crotch and bit her lip in embarrassment when she saw that he caught her.
“You are a pervert!” she snapped. He ignored her words.
“Susan, don’t sell yourself short. You can like making love gentle and loving as well as rough and lustful. You should try and get your boyfriend to see that as well,” He said. Susan looked at him silently for a few minutes. She obviously came to some sort of decsion. She sighed unhappily and relaxed visibly.
“You don’t know Brian. I went to give him a blowjob and he nearly broke up with me,” she said, surprising him. He don’t know what decided her on being so honest with him, but it was a hell of an eye opener to the real Susan. “He called me a slut!”
‘Wow!’ he thought. This was a side of Susan that his cousin obviously never met. The Susan that Becky describes didn’t even know what a blowjob was, much less call it that!