“Oh my God,” he said, leaning against the door as her mouth and tongue went to work. She ran it along the underside of the head, then along the shaft as she took him deeper. Her head bobbed forward, but he thrust a bit, knocking her back and hitting it against the door.
“Fuck… sorry,” he grunted.
Something in her liked it, and she whimpered in response, both hands moving around to grip his thighs and pull. The head of his cock pushed against her throat, but he seemed to not know how far he could push her.
The only thoughts of protest or regret in her head at that moment were those that had to do with him not cumming yet, or not thrusting harder or faster. Nothing else existed for her in that room but his cock in her mouth. He even ceased to be Brandon, and she whimpered as the image of him in her head disappeared and it was just a disembodied cock weakly thrusting against her lips.
“Would Dane be bigger in my mouth?” she wondered, the thought making the image of him coalesce around the image of the thrusting cock, and soon, she was moaning at the thought of Dane fucking her mouth.
Arousal surged through her, and she thought she might have an orgasm if the wicked thoughts filling her head didn’t behave themselves.
“God, I’m a slut,” she thought, but then relented. “I love being a slut.”
Brandon groaned, gently knocking her head back against the door repeatedly as he thrust.
“God… I’m almost there,” he said. “Cumming.”
She whimpered at the final thought that came to her as Brandon’s warm load filled her mouth.
“I wish it were Dane.”
Brandon thrust into her mouth repeatedly, her lips and tongue eagerly taking his cum and playing with it before swallowing it down. Sucking hard, she let him slide free before she took him in again, slurping the remnants as much as she could.
Happy with the results, she licked an errant spray or two from her hand, then stood. Checking herself as best she could and making sure she didn’t have any on her clothes, she waited for him to get himself together and the two slipped out of the room separately.
No words were spoken as they went back to class, both sitting down and picking their notes up as if nothing happened. The class started to fill and the professor came in a little bit later and handed out the test.
Although she was distracted by the taste of cum in her mouth, Sam finished the test and handed it in, seeing that Brandon was collecting his stuff as she walked back up the stairs to gather her things and leave.
Smiling at her as he passed, she returned it happily, then gathered her things. Stepping out of the row and turning, she felt him behind her as she walked. Exiting the room, she stopped and turned, seeing him grinning a few feet away.
“Thank you,” he said. “I wish I had time to repay the favor, but I’ve got class. You free later?”
Sam snickered. “I’m working this afternoon,” she said. “Some other time.”
He nodded. “Don’t uh… mention this to Zoey. I’ll have to tell her delicately.”
She raised an eyebrow as he turned, though he didn’t see it.
“Thanks again, Sam,” he said, walking the opposite direction.
She sighed, wondering why the two were keeping secrets from each other. Heading for her car, she tossed her stuff in it, then locked it again and sent a text to Zoey. She got a response almost immediately, giving her the building and room number.
Walking over to the dorms, she went into the lobby and waited, shooting another text off to Zoey that she’d arrived. A few minutes later, the excited blonde came down and signed her in.
“Hey!” she said after Sam was let through, pulling her into a hug. The young woman wasted no time with formalities though, and she was led upstairs and down a long hallway.
Once inside, Sam looked around the small room and admired what the young woman had done with very little to work with. It seemed cozy.
“My roommate shouldn’t be here,” Zoey said. “She’s at work right now.”
Sam smiled. “What are you planning on us doing, Zoey?” she asked, offering a smile.
Zoey blushed, turning and shrugging as she walked over to the bed. “I… can’t really get you out of my head,” she said. “I like you.”
Sam smiled. “I like you too,” she said. Moving over to Zoey’s bed, she sat down on it, an awkward silence descending on the two.
“So, you and your boyfriend are trying to keep me a secret from the other,” Sam said eventually.
Zoey looked up, blushing again. “We are?” she asked. “I mean, I know I am, but… he asked you to not mention seeing him?”
Sam smiled and leaned over, wondering if she had any of his flavor left on her tongue. Grabbing Zoey, she pulled the young woman to her and kissed her, her tongue pushing into Zoey’s mouth and brushing across hers.
Surprised, Zoey only briefly sat there, but then practically tackled Sam, coming over the top her and kissing her feverishly.
“Zoey,” Sam muttered through the smattered kisses. “Zoey.”
“What, am I doing something wrong?” she asked.
Sam snickered. “No goofy. Did you taste what was on my tongue?”
Zoey nodded. “You gave him a blowjob, didn’t you?”
Sam nodded, looking at her.
Zoey kissed her again, her hand coming up and cupping Sam’s breast for a moment before she managed to stop her again.
“Zoey, Zoey, Zoey,” she said, finally having to push the girl back a bit. “He asked me to keep that quiet.”
“I know,” she said. “He didn’t want me to get upset.” She finished speaking and leaned in again, but Sam’s hand came up and pushed her back.
“You guys are both trying to keep me a secret from the other. Doesn’t that bother you?”
Zoey shook her head, undeterred in her attempts to make out with Sam. Stopping her with her hand once more, Sam sighed and stared directly at the young woman.
“I like you, and he just likes getting blowjobs,” Zoey said. “I don’t want to have to share my time with you right now.”
Surprised, Sam sat back a bit as she digested the information.
“I don’t mean that I don’t care about my boyfriend, or I don’t want to be with him or share him with you, but this is important to me,” she said. “I’m wanting to try something.”
Sam felt like she finally understood. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I thought I might be about to cause a fight between you guys.”
Zoey shook her head, smiling adorably. “No, I just… I’ve never been with a girl and I’ve been thinking about trying to give you… well… oral sex.”
Sam couldn’t help but smile, even blushing a bit as she listened to the young woman. Both girls laughed nervously for a second.
“Look, you’re the first girl that I’ve really been attracted to,” Zoey said. “I just think that I’d really like to try going down on you. If you’re okay with that.”
Sam, amused at the endearing young woman, managed to nod. “I’m okay with that,” she said.
“I just didn’t want Brandon here messing things up,” Zoey said. “And I don’t care that you gave him a blowjob,” she added. “I figured it would happen at some point.”
“Okay,” Sam said with a smile. “How uh… would you like to do this?”
Zoey was quiet for a few seconds, looking around while she tried to figure out what she wanted to do, then smiled and grabbed Sam’s hand, pulling her to her feet. Smiling shyly, Zoey drew close, then swiftly leaned in and kissed her.
The young woman seemed to be extremely nervous and excited, and it wasn’t long into their kissing that Sam felt Zoey’s hand pulling her shirt up. The other girl was shorter than Sam, so she had to dip a little to let her take it off. The two laughed at the sight, and she quickly returned the favor, pulling Zoey’s top off and tossing it behind her. Zoey reached behind herself and pulled her bra off, then started to slide her shorts off.
Sam took the cue and started to undo her bra, but Zoey shook her head as she slid her panties down and stepped out of them.
“I want to do that,” she said, stepping around behind her. “Close your eyes.”
Sam giggled for only a moment, then did as she was told and shut them. Zoey’s lips on the back of her shoulder made her shiver for a second before she felt her bra loosen then slide down her arms. Warm hands moved around and cupped her breasts for a second, squeezing them then letting them go as they went to the button on Sam’s pants.
Soft lips pressed into the other shoulder, and she was briefly distracted from the feeling of her pants sliding down. Kicking off her shoes, she stepped out of her clothes and let Zoey pull her panties down, the two girls standing nude as Sam turned to face the young woman.
Zoey pulled Sam toward the bed, then helped her up onto it before joining her. The two laid down next to each other, kissing and caressing each other’s skin. After a few minutes, Zoey sat back a bit, looking down at Sam for a second, an unspoken question obvious on her lips.
“What is it?” Sam asked.
Zoey blushed a bit, nervously wavering before looking back up at her. “What’s it like?” she asked.
“Well, I didn’t get to do it much,” Sam admitted. “I’m hardly the expert.”
Zoey nodded.
“I can go first if you like,” Sam offered, but quickly got a “No!” as the emphatic response.
“I mean… you can, of course, but I really want to try it on you first,” Zoey clarified.
Sam nodded, amused at the young woman. “What I can tell you is that it wasn’t like anything I’d ever done before. Blowjobs aren’t the same thing. It was… pleasant… feeling how she responded to me,” she said, staring off into her memories for a moment. “She’d done it to me first, and I’d been extremely pent up and had a really powerful orgasm because of it. I returned the favor eventually and found that it was actually pretty fun.”
Zoey’s smile grew, and she turned, moving to her knees and taking Sam’s left nipple into her mouth.
“Ooo,” she whimpered, laying back on the pillow. Warm lips moved around the flesh of her breast, skirting the areola and kissing the underside a bit before moving around to the valley between them. The other breast was quickly attacked, soft kisses and licks from her tongue dancing across the pale flesh of her chest, Zoey’s hand moving to cover the orb that had just been abandoned