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  Rita stood up and turned around to face me. She smiled, winked at me, and bent over to take my cock into her mouth again. She was standing up and bending over, letting everyone see her naked ass and even her pussy for the guys sitting behind her as she bobbed her head up and down on my cock. She sucked and licked and pushed my cock past her tonsils, swallowing to play with the tip of my penis. I groaned loudly, my hips thrusting up towards her.

  After a little more sucking and licking she stood up and straddled me, mounting my cock and facing me, with one leg on either side of my legs. She gripped the back of the couch, with my face in her breasts and she rode me hard, grinding her hips into mine. She was breathing hard, moving her hips in circles and up and down on my throbbing, hard shaft. I gripped her ass, squeezing each cheek and spanking them.

  Her pussy was gripping my cock with more and more force, her muscles squeezing my shaft. She threw her head back, her hair hanging behind her. I reached up and squeezed her tits, she was sweating a little and I realized that I was too. Her body was slowing down in riding me, her every muscle moving in time in a writhing, pleasured and ecstatic with her eyes closed and her mouth open but silent. I slid my hands up and down her body, feeling her skin on both side of her body, feeling her legs as her pussy gripped my cock harder and harder. Soon her riding started to get faster again, then faster than ever as her orgasm tore through her body and made her moan in a low yet frantic purr of sorts as her pussy squeezed and fluttered around my cock. Some girls cheered her as she came, I held her body on mine and realized that she was relaxing as she rode me to the point where she might fall off of me if I’d let go. I held her with one hand on her ass and one hand on her lower back as she bounced on my cock and came harder and harder. Her hips twitched and bounced and her body tensed as she reached her peak, crying out in pleasure as even more girls cheered, and some guys too. As her peak passed she slowed down and leaned forward, resting her body on mine, gripping my shoulders and resting her head on my left shoulder. She was breathing hard, trying to catch her breath, and my throbbing cock was still inside her, her moisture running down my shaft and my balls.

  When she caught her breath after a minute she got up and got to her knees, motioning for me to stand up. I stood in front of her, her face level with my cock as she took it into her mouth and grabbed my waist and my ass as she took my entire penis into her mouth, sucking and moving her tongue all over the underside of my shaft. My knees wanted to buckle it felt so great. My hips were thrusting forward and soon she took her mouth off of my cock and stroked it with both her hands. When my moans became more frantic she stopped stroking and grabbed her tits, raising them to be in line with my cock. I stroked my cock and came all over her tits, squirting my white hot load all over her large breasts. The patrons cheered, some clapped and I kept squirting my cum onto her breasts, her neck and a little on her chin. When I was done, sweat glistening on both of our naked bodies for all to see, she stood up and took a napkin from a table she hadn’t lay on. She wiped off my cum from her face and neck as she took a bow towards the young crowd that had watched us have sex in front of them. I waved awkwardly at them and then Rita turned to me and gave me a deep passionate kiss as a few more cheers escaped the patrons and she looked into my eyes, beaming.

  “That was amazing, Chris,” she said. “Love how brave you are.”

  “Likewise,” I said, panting a little still. “You were wonderful, my dear.”

  We kissed again, our hands roaming all over each other’s bodies. We didn’t care about anyone around us and we kissed passionately and for a long time. We put our clothes on and for some reason that felt like the most embarrassing part, as if it acknowledged our nakedness more than sex had.

  “Wanna get out of here?” she asked me, smiling wryly.

  “Well we already showed everything to the customers tonight,” I replied. “But, um, yeah… what do you have in mind?”

  “We didn’t quite do everything in front of them…” she said. “Let’s go have more fun at my place, what do you say?”

  “Sounds great,” I said.

  As we left, people were smiling at us and some of the guys gave me high fives. Rita and I smiled, laughed and got our coats and my backpack and we left. The rain had stopped and the concrete smelled of rain and fresh air.

  We got to her place and I stayed there so much that I ended up moving in. Sex is great in private, but we did get hooked having sex in front of other people. I guess we started an appetite that night, an appetite for being watched.

  Contessa Aces Chemistry

  Contessa stared at the brick building in front of her. Edmondson Hall stood tall compared to the Spruce tree’s growing bedside it. The afternoon sun was glimmering through the tree branches. Contessa was momentarily blinded by the light. She swallowed hard and walked toward the building.

  This was her last class of the day. She was nervous because chemistry wasn’t her strong point. In high school, she had barely gotten by. She had made her first “D” in chemistry class. Mrs. Wiggum, her chemistry teacher certainly hadn’t been any help. She was an old, bitter woman who seemed to hate teaching.

  Contessa shrugged her shoulders as if she were shaking off a chill. She pushed the memory from her mind and walked into the building. The lecture hall was small. Only a few students were there. Contessa sat at a desk by the wall. “Easy and fast exit,” she murmured under her breath. She opened up her backpack and took out her notebook, a pen, her laptop and her chemistry textbook. Voices buzzed around her. When she turned around the check for a place to hang her sweater on the back of her chair, she was caught off guard by the guy sitting behind her. When had he come in? Her eyes met his and the sudden thrill of attraction hit her. He was gorgeous. Blond ringlets hugged his head and his blue eyes seemed to glow. Finally, after Contessa had failed at speaking, he spoke up instead.

  “You can hang your sweater there. I promise I won’t knock it off,” he said smiling. The ease at which he spoke made Contessa melt like butter. She managed a thank you right as the professor walked through the door.

  Halfway through class, Contessa felt a tap on her side. She looked down to see a note. The guy behind her was handing her a note! She slipped it out of his hand and opened it up. It read:

  “Hi! For someone as beautiful as you, it seems odd that you seem to shy. If you need help this year in chemistry, please don’t hesitate to ask. By the way, my name is Caesar. “

  Wow, his name was Caesar. “That is so appropriate,” Contessa heard herself say under her own breath.

  When class was over, she turned around to grab her sweater. She met Caesar’s eyes again. This time, she took initiative.

  “Hi, I’m Contessa,” she said giving him her most dazzling smile.

  “I meant what I said. If you need any help, let me know. I’m chemistry major,” Caesar replied returning an equally impressive smile.

  The students were filing out of the classroom quickly. Contessa stood up as she continued her conversation.

  “Actually, I could use some help. I’m not very good at chemistry, but my major requires it. Let me give you my number.”

  Contessa took his hand and wrote her number on his palm. And with that, she turned and walked out of the room. She left Caesar standing there, looking down at his palm, with a beautiful smile on his face.

  Contessa walked to her dorm room and plopped down on her bed. Hot pink and neon green pillows surrounded her. She couldn’t get his face out of her head. Those soft curls, his ocean blue eyes, the entire measure of his face were flawless. Suddenly, chemistry didn’t seem that dreadful. She lifted her head and looked for Jana, her roommate. No sight of her. Jana was more than likely in class still. She kept a heavy course load because she wanted to get out as soon as possible. Jana was very different from Contessa. Contessa preferred a more laid back approach, while Jana bulldozed through life, knocking over one obstacle at a time. You could see it in the way the room was arranged. Jana’s side of the room was clea
n and well organized. Contessa’s looked like a peacock had eaten a rainbow and thrown it back up. Brightly colored lamps, pillows, and posters adorned Contessa’s side. Piles of clothing lay in the floor. Contessa couldn’t believe Jana put up with her. The messy side of the room must have made Jana’s skin crawl.

  Contessa slid a bottle of Vodka out from under her bed. After a few swigs of Vodka chased by diet cola, she was feeling rather good. Contessa finally fell asleep with Caesar’s dreamy blue eyes in her head.

  She woke up when Jana walked through the door. She sat down at her desk and pulled out a school book.

  “Hey,” said Contessa sleepily.

  “Hey,” Jana replied while thumbing through the pages.

  Contessa pulled herself up from the pile of pillows and looked over at her clock. It was just 8 o’clock.

  “How was class?” Contessa asked.

  “It was fine. Typical class, though I got an “A” on my presentation,” Jana beamed.

  “That’s awesome, you worked hard on that,” Contessa replied while fumbling for some headache medicine. She found two pills and washed them down with diet cola. Silence filled the room. Jana had found her page and had started reading. There’s no talking to her when her nose is in a book.

  Contessa decided a walk through the quad in the night time air would do her some good. She stood up and began peeling off her clothes.

  “I’m undressing,” Contessa warned Jana.

  Contessa slid off her skirt and panties. Her tank top came off over her head easily. She threw them in the corner by her bed and reached for her robe. Contessa slipped on her flip-flops and scooped up her shower caddy.

  “I’m headed for the shower first. Be back in a minute,” she told Jana as she strolled out the dorm room door.

  She took off her robe and carried her caddy into the shower with her. The cool air made her nipples perk up and caused goose bumps to run along her body. The warm water was a welcome relief as it caressed her slender figure. She turned to get her hair wet. Her long, blond hair brushed against her lower back. She picked up a loofah and applied a squirt of body wash. She quickly covered her body with sudsy bubbles. The scent of vanilla and jasmine hung in the air. Contessa ran her hands along the sides of her body. Her 34-26-34 figure felt perfect in her hands. She ran her hands up her stomach and underneath her breasts. She gently lifted and cradled them in her hands. She let the warm shower water rinse them clean. After washing her hair, she stepped from the shower. She walked to the mirror completely naked. There was no one else present. Sometimes, Jaylyn would walk through and pinch Contessa’s ass just for fun. Jaylyn was a true African beauty. Her skin was as dark as chocolate, and her curves were perfect. Jaylyn like both girls and guys, so living in a dorm with a bunch of girls was a kind of heaven for her. Contessa finished combing her hair and slipped on her robe. She walked back to her dorm room. Jana was still in the same spot. No surprise there.

  “Changing,” Contessa warned an oblivious Jana. Contessa pulled on a pair of black yoga pants and a pink tank top. She slipped on her flip-flops and grabbed her keys. I’m gone. I’ve got my phone if you need anything. Jana sat there for a few seconds before replying, “Ok, sounds good.”

  The night time air was refreshing. It was still warm enough to go swimming. She decided to walk around the quad a couple of times. She put in her ear buds and tuned out the world. When she was on her second round, a ringtone came through on her ear buds. It was a message. She unlocked the phone screen and pulled down the message. It was from Caesar!

  It said that he saw her walk past the library and wondered if she wanted to stop in to study. Contessa quickly typed in the message, “I’m on my way now.”

  She crossed the road and made her way to the library. She studied her reflection in the glass. Nothing looked out of place. She took a deep breath and opened the door.

  She looked around for Caesar. To the left, by the window, she spotted him. He was sitting at a table alone. He had been waiting for her to come through the door. He was smiling.

  Contessa made her way to the table. “Hi! I’m glad you saw me,” Contessa said.

  “I’m glad I saw you. I was going to text you and had my phone pulled out when I saw you walk by. It was strange,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

  “So, what have we got here?” Contessa looked down at the work Caesar had been doing.

  He pulled a chair out for Contessa, “Well, have a seat here and I’ll get you caught up,” he responded.

  Contessa sat down in the chair and looked down at the work Caesar had piled on top of the desk. All she really wanted to do was look into his eyes.

  “You don’t look all that happy about all this,” Caesar said as he studied her. “Tell you what, after we finish we can go reward ourselves by having a drink. Sound good?”

  Instantly Contessa’s heart leapt. “Yes, that certainly gives me motivation.”

  For the next hour, it was all Contessa could do to concentrate. She managed only because she was clinging on every word Caesar spoke. Finally, after what seemed forever, Caesar closed the book.

  “Alright, time to go!” he said while packing up his things.

  The pair soon found themselves in an upscale, local club. A fountain ran from the ceiling to a pool at the floor by the front door. Live music was playing and waitresses were making their way around customers. Contessa and Caesar found a table next to the wall in a back corner. A waitress came over to take their order. She quickly scratched their drinks on a pad and walked away.

  Contessa started downing her drink as soon as it arrived.

  “Whoa! I’m sorry. I didn’t realize that chemistry was that stressful,” Caesar joked.

  Contessa swallowed and replied, “No, it’s not that, I just really enjoy my Long Island Iced Teas.”

  “Well, cheers!” he said as he raised his glass toward her.

  “Cheers,” she replied smiling. The two of them took a sip from their glasses.

  “So, tell me why you were walking around the quad alone?” he asked.

  “Just getting some fresh air,” she replied.

  The more Contessa drank, the more enamored she became with Caesar. Could it be possible that he really didn’t have any flaws? If he did, they were hidden. That thought made her smile.

  “Why are you looking at me like that?” Caesar asked teasingly.

  Contessa knew she would normally feel a bit shy, but she couldn’t tear her eyes off him.

  Smiling she replied, “I think you are absolutely gorgeous.”

  To her surprise, Caesar’s face reddened. He was smiling but looked down at the table briefly before making eye contact with her again.

  “Are you always that blunt after a drink?” he asked.

  “So I’ve been told,” she replied.

  They chatted up a bit longer. Caesar told her about how his hobby was painting and riding motorcycles, and Contessa told him about her unusual tastes in music. The two of them quickly lost track of time. She glanced down at her phone to see a message appear. Jana was texting her to make sure she was o.k.

  “That’s Jana, she’s checking on me,” Contessa told Caesar.

  Contessa typed in a reply and turned her attention back to Caesar.

  “So, what time is it anyway?” Caesar asked.

  Damn, he’s going to take her back home now. She realized that the night had to end sometime.

  “It’s midnight,” she said flatly. She drained the last drop from her glass.

  She looked up to see Caesar smiling at her, as if some new thought just crossed his mind.

  “Want to see some of my paintings?” he asked.

  “Of course I do,” Contessa replied enthusiastically.

  Caesar lived in an apartment less than a mile from school. It was a typical bachelor’s pad. Black leather furniture, flat screen television, and rock posters hung up on the walls. A computer desk sat in the corner of the room. Caesar took Contessa’s hand and began leading her upstairs.
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  “My paintings are in my room upstairs,” he said.

  Contessa was genuinely eager to see his artwork. Of course, she was just as eager to be in his bedroom. She pushed herself up next to him as he paused at the doorway.

  “Here it is,” he said pushing his bedroom door open.

  Contessa peered into the room expecting to see a few paintings. What she saw was more of an art studio. Blank canvas boards stood on easels, fabric tarps were draped around on the floor, and cups of water with paintbrushes were setting on stools.

  “Wow, this is awesome. How do you sleep in here though?” Contessa asked him.

  She glanced over to see his bed against the wall. He had a bed and a dresser in his bedroom. Everything else seemed to be his studio.

  “I sleep quite well actually. It’s great because if I can’t sleep, I just get up and paint,” he replied.

  Contessa walked around his room studying his artwork. They were impressive.

  “So, it’s odd that you decided to be a chemistry major. I’m surprised you didn’t major in art, or art history,” she probed.

  “Well, I thought about it, but in many ways, chemistry is like art,” he replied.

  Contessa thought about it. “How is that?” she asked.

  “Chemistry is a creation. Though you’re confined to a basic set of laws, the power within the possibilities are strong. It’s a creation, just as art is a creation.”

  Contessa had never seen chemistry as anything other than letters and numbers. “That’s a very nice way to see it Caesar,” she exclaimed. Suddenly, the heat from the alcohol was getting to her. She sat down on his bed to rest.