Jayden
Allison held onto the window sill as I relentlessly pounded into her from behind, warning her to stay quiet so that all she could manage were small whimpers, muffled moans, and shaky gasps. Her pussy clenched around my throbbing cock, dripping with arousal down her thighs. I wrapped my hand around her neck from behind and drove into her even faster.
“Oh, fuck,” she mewled, tapping her clit until she squirted so hard that it stained the window’s wall.
“Will you look at that?” I chuckled, tightening my grip on her neck, my free hand squeezing her hardened nipples. “Now you don’t need to clean the window anymore.”
“Jayden, please take it easy,” she begged, her back arching as she let out a muffled cry.
“You…” I thrust.
“Don’t…” Another hard thrust.
“Tell me…” I thrust again, causing her legs to tremble.
“What to do,” I said before diving even deeper. It seemed I’d hit the most sensitive spot because she cried out so loudly I had to clamp my hand over her mouth.
“Shut it, baby,” I grunted. “You don’t want anyone seeing us fucking on the window this late.”
She nodded, swallowing hard. “But you’re being quite aggressive, and… I’m still sore from the last time.”
“I fuck you when I need to, whether you’re sore or not,” I stated, digging my fingers into the softness of her ass cheek, causing her to whimper.
As I neared my climax, I squeezed her perky breasts and groaned like a wild boar, my load bursting inside her. I made sure to spill every last drop before pulling my cock out.
I held her steady against the window to prevent her from falling. She stared at me with weak, dull eyes.
“Please, no sex for a week,” she whispered, resting her forehead against my chest.
I merely scoffed, and she sighed, understanding my reaction all too well.
“Let’s get you back inside before they wake up,” I told her, and she nodded. After helping her put her dress back on, I pushed her gently through the window. She looked back at me, shut the window, and waved goodbye before closing the curtain I hadn’t even noticed until now.
Smirking in satisfaction, I made my way down to my dormitory, where I was finally able to catch some sleep.
I didn’t wake up feeling refreshed that morning. The events of last night still lingered, weighing heavily on my exhausted body. But I knew I couldn’t miss my 8 AM class – it was too important. So, I dragged myself out of bed and went through the motions of getting ready.
As I left for school, my mind felt foggy, and my eyes struggled to stay open. But I pushed through the fatigue, knowing I had to get through the day.
After my classes, I decided to head out, eager to escape the confines of the school. But just as I was leaving, someone grasped my hand, and I turned to see a girl from my class standing beside me.
“How may I help you?” I asked, trying to hide my irritation.
The girl smiled sweetly, and I couldn’t help but notice the spark of admiration in her eyes. “I’m actually a girl from your class,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
I interrupted her, trying to sound nonchalant. “Yes, I know. I see you in class all the time.”
Her smile faltered for a moment before she regained her composure. “I was wondering if you could join my group for the presentation we have coming up.”
I brushed her off, not wanting to lead her on. “Ah, never mind. I’ll find a way.”
With that, I turned and walked away, leaving the girl looking disappointed. It was clear she had a crush on me, but I didn’t have the energy or interest to entertain her feelings.
As I walked away, someone grasped my hand again, and I spun around, ready to snap at the girl who had just asked me to join her group. But my anger faltered when I saw that it wasn’t the girl at all – it was Yvonne.
Yvonne’s eyes sparkled with concern as she tilted her head. “What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice soft.
I shook my head, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment. “Never mind,” I muttered, rubbing my forehead but a bitter whimper escaped my lips before I could apprehend.
Yvonne’s gaze lingered on me, and I could sense her curiosity. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.
I nodded hastily. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
But her eyes narrowed, and she reached out to gently lift the hair that was covering my forehead. I tried to pull away, but it was too late. She gasped as she saw the wound, her eyes widening in alarm.
“What happened to you?” she exclaimed, her voice tinged with worry.
I hesitated, unsure of how to respond. I couldn’t tell her about the fight I had with her brother because of Allison.
So I settled for a vague excuse. “I just had a little accident. I’m fine.”
Yvonne’s expression turned skeptical. “Oh no, you’re not fine. Let’s go outside, and I’ll treat it for you. We can’t just leave it like that – it’ll get infected.”
I smiled slightly, acknowledging Yvonne’s concern. “Yeah, you’re right.”
She gently took my hand, and we began to walk. As we strolled, I caught sight of Allison standing by the side, her nose buried in a book. Our eyes met for a brief moment, but she quickly looked away and started walking in the opposite direction.
I turned back to face her, curiosity getting the better of me. But she was already disappearing into the crowd. Just then, Colby appeared, calling out to Allison.
“Allison! Allison!” Colby’s voice echoed through the air.
Allison stopped and turned to face Colby, but her expression changed in an instant. Her face fell, and she looked taken aback. Without a word, she turned away and continued walking, leaving Colby – and me – wondering what was wrong.
I was puzzled by the exchange between Allison and Colby. What had happened between them? I didn’t have time to dwell on it, though, as Yvonne and I continued on our way.
We headed out to the field, where Yvonne had picked up some medical supplies from a nearby pharmacy. She gently tended to my wound, cleaning and plastering it with a gentle touch.
“Thank you,” I said softly.
Yvonne smiled warmly, her eyes sparkling, which actually never excites me.