College First (Three Erotic College Tales)
Prudence Sinclaire
Copyright 2012 by Prudence Sinclaire
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Table of Contents:
Double-Teaming Anna
Carl searched the crowded room for a potential fuck, but so far no such luck. Jason had dragged him along to tonight's frat party with promises of hot ladies. After ditching his plans to hit up the local dive bar, he found himself in the middle of a total sausage fest, and while Carl's only goal for the night was to get laid, he unfortunately didn't swing that way. The few hotties he did see were either taken or off-limits.
"Got anyone yet?" Jason asked.
Carl rolled his eyes and gestured to the crowd around them. "Do you?"
"Still looking, still looking."
They were supposed to be calling "dibs" on who they wanted to hook up with tonight, but since arriving at the party, they had only been successful in picking drinks. Each drank beer fresh from the keg, out of those bright red plastic cups that seemed a standard for these types of parties. Carl thought about suggesting that they hit up another location when someone in the room shifted, and in doing so, allowed him a glimpse of a beauty with long, wavy blonde hair.
She stood with her back to him. He appreciated that nice, tight ass under her stretchy skinny jeans, and he knew that her sexy long legs would wrap well around his waist. He didn't say anything to Carl yet. He drew a long sip from his beer and waited for her to turn around.
When she did, he swallowed hard and smiled. He found himself staring at a chick from one of his lecture classes he knew as Anna. He didn't know much else about Anna: only that her full, pouty lips must have been made for sucking cock and that try as she might to cover herself under modest clothing, she couldn't keep her shapely tits from wandering eyes.
He had instantly wanted to know more about her, in the biblical sense of course, but in a lecture hall that big he hadn't found an excuse to speak to her yet. From what he had heard, Anna transferred last semester from a tiny, private and conservative university, and she hadn't yet learned to rebel against her parents. Carl decided tonight would be a perfect chance to get close to her and help her explore her wild side.
"Okay," he said to Jason. "Got someone."
"Me, too," Jason said. "See, this party ain't half bad after all, right bro?"
"We'll see. Your chick hot?"
Jason laughed. "Oh, fuck yeah."
"Awesome. Mine, too. Who you got?"
The two boys both pointed at the same time, and when they each followed the others' finger, Carl noticed they pointed at the same girl. No way would Carl give in. He was the one who had Anna in a class. He had been the one admiring her from afar, trying to work an angle in, and he had never even wanted to come to this lame party in the first place. Least Jason could do was give him first pick.
"I got her first," Carl said.
"No way, man. How is that fair?"
"I actually got a class with her. I should be the one to nail her."
"So? She won't go for you anyway. I'm much more her type, bro. Don't embarrass yourself."
"Wanna bet?"
"Huh?"
"You heard me, Jase," Carl said. "Wanna bet on it? We both go after her. See who has better game."
Jason laughed. "What's the prize?"
"Her."
"And?"
"And next time we both go after the same chick, loser backs down no questions asked."
"Piece of cake. Deal."
Carl extended his hand, and Jason grabbed it. One quick pump, and they sealed their deal. Carl didn't wait to see Jason's next move. He headed over to the table for some booze and pushed his way through the crowd to her.
Anna leaned against the wall, and Jason stood next to her. She tilted her head back to him, and they spoke in low tones. Jason already had a hand at her elbow. Damn, that was fast. Carl slowly walked toward the two of them.
"I see you've met Jason," he said and offered her a big plastic cup.
"Sorry, I don't drink."
"Not ever?" Jason asked with a casual, almost teasing air.
She chewed her bottom lip. "Well, I've never tried."
"You can't say you don't like it if you've never tried, can you?"
Anna pressed if her lips together as if she still wasn't sure she wanted to try the alcohol, but she couldn't quite argue with the logic. After a beat, she extended out her hand and Carl gave her the Everclear spiked punch, specialty of frat parties everywhere, with just enough fruit flavored sugar to mask the taste of the alcohol. Anna took a small sip.
"Oh, this tastes great. Like fruit punch," she said and smacked her lips. She drew in a much larger sip, and not too long a slight slur entered her speech.
"This is my first party," she said. "We never really had parties like this at my last college, you know? Just quiet get-togethers."
Jason slipped hand to the small of her back and began to rub in slow, lazy circles. "Sounds boring. What do you think of this?"
"It's all right," she said. "Not as bad as the others said it would be."
Not wanting to be outdone by Jason, Carl touched her hip. He traced up and down the side. He didn't miss the small shiver in Anna nor the way her eyes darkened. She took another shaky gulp of the spiked punch. Jason noted Carl's touch and increased the circle he rubbed so that now his hands brushed the top of her ass.
"I actually know a place more fun than this," Carl said. "Wanna to come?" His finger still drew up and down her hip, but this time, he slipped his finger under the top of her jeans when his hands strayed low.
"Okay," she whispered.
"No way," Jason said. "I know where he's gonna take you and it's gonna be dead. You should come with me." He slid his hand just under the edge of her jeans as well, and Anna trembled.
"Okay," she whispered again.
"Well, you heard her," Jason said and grabbed her arm. "She wants to come with me."
"Now wait a minute," Carl said. "Anna, you said you wanted to come with me?"
"I-I don't know," she said. "Yes, maybe."
"Great," Carl said. "She wants to come with me." He took her by the elbow to steer her away.
"Wait," Jason said. "Let's take her back to a back room so I can show her what she's missing out on. We'll give her a preview. Then she can decide."
"Anna?" Carl asked. "What do you think?"
Anna drained the rest of her punch in one gulp. "Um, sure."
The boys directed her to an empty bedroom in the frat house. Carl locked the door behind him. The room itself had cheap carpeting and bright white walls plastered in movie posters and college banners. It was more cramped than Carl's bedroom in his apartment, but it would do for the immediate time-being. He'd show her his moves; she'd pick him. They could head back to his place soon enough.
Jason sat Anna on the bed. "Do you want me to show you what we can do at the place I'm going to take you back to?"
Anna nodded. Jason leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. At first she gave a small startled jump, but as he deepened his kiss, she slightly opened her lips underneath his. He slid his tongue into her mouth and brushed his tip against hers. A few more moments of Frenching and he pulled away from her moist, wet lips.
"Wow," she whispered.
Jason leaned back and sent a smirk at Carl. "See? She likes it. Do we even need to let you give a preview?"
"Out of my way." Carl grunted and shoved Jason to the side. "Let me show you what you can look forward to if you go back with me."
Carl tilted Anna's chin up to him and kissed her. He started gentle and sat next to her on the bed. He cupped her chin with one hand and placed the other at her hip. The hand at her hip rubbed up and down her side. Anna gave little whimper of pleasure, and Carl took it as his cue to up the ante. As his hand reached the edge of her sweater, he slipped it under the edge and brushed his hot hand against her smooth skin. She gave another whimper of pleasure against him, and he slid his hand slowly up her side until the tips of his fingers just met the bottom edge of her bra.
A hand tapped Carl on the shoulder and pulled him back from Anna. Carl turned to see Jason still stood there and unfortunately had not decided to give up yet. Carl scowled at Jason and gestured to the door.
"Get out of here. You can see she clearly wants to be with me."
"The hell ever," Jason said. "She's only panting because you went further with her than I did."
"I went further with her than you did because she let me."
Jason glared at Carl. "Let's let Anna speak for herself. Well, doll? Who do you want to go home with for the night?"
"Home?" she asked. "You said we'd go somewhere fun."
"Yeah," Jason said. "We'll go to my house, and we'll do more of this. It'll be fun."
"No way, Anna," Carl interrupted. "Come back to my place. I know way more than him about pleasing a woman."
"Who is it, Anna?" Jason asked. "Him or me?"
"I don't know," Anna said. "You didn't give me much of an idea to base a decision off of."
Jason's eyes darkened and his pupils dilated. "I can fix that."
He moved to the open spot next to her on the edge of the bed. He seized the side of her small face with one of his big hands and crushed his lips on hers. His other hand frantically tugged at the bottom of her shoulder. He only paused their kissing to peel her sweater off in one smooth motion.
Carl watched as the tops of her creamy tits bulged over the edge of her lacy pink bra. He felt himself start to stiffen in reaction to seeing her bare skin. He watched Jason yank the cup of her bra down and a breast spilled out. Jason flicked at her rosy nipple and Anna moaned in response. Jason slipped his other hand to the waist of her jeans. He traced the edge of her jeans once. Then his finger barely darted inside and traced from hip to hip along the inside of her jeans.
"All right, all right," Carl said. "My turn."
Jason smirked. "Think you can compete with that?"
"I know I can," Carl whispered back.
He tilted Anna's chin to face him and kissed the base of her neck with short, hot kisses. He slowly worked up her neck to her earlobe while his hands explored her breasts. When his kissing reached her ear, he alternated between nibbling at her lobe and sucked hard. Anna's breathing increased, and he could feel her heart hammering under his hands.
He moved his hands from her breasts, and she whimpered in disappointment. Carl reached behind her and fumbled with the latch to her bra. After two attempts, he successfully unhooked it and pulled it from her body. Both of her tits popped into view, and he flung the bra to the floor.
He twisted and pinched at both nipples now and slowly worked his kisses from her ear back down her neck, to her collarbone, and finally, stopped when he reached her breasts. Carl circled the edge of one nipple with the tip of his tongue, and Anna moaned a little louder this time. His other hand left her breast and he trailed it to her waist where he popped open the bottom of her jeans.
While kissing, he leaned her back against the bed. He snaked a hand into the opening of her jeans and past the edge of her panties. She writhed under his touched. The tip of his finger brushed her clit and she bucked her hips. He took it as a signal and drifted the edge of his finger down to her slippery, wet slit.
"Hey, Carl," he heard Jason say in a faint buzzing noise. "You're taking too long. It's my turn."
"No way, man," he breathed. His stiff cock pressed against the front of his jeans, and there was no way he'd leave without getting his dick wet now. "She's really wet. She wants me."
He pumped a finger in and out of her wet snatch. His finger slipped in her juices, and he knew it would be amazing to feel to sink himself into that tight pussy. Anna bucked her hips against his finger and moaned. She pushed her jeans to the floor.
"Hey bro. If you're not going to let me have my turn, I'm joining in."
"Whatever," Carl muttered as he left Anna's breast and placed a trail of sloppy kisses down her flat stomach to the edge of her panties. He peeled her wet panties off of her and saw her trim blonde pubes.
As Carl snaked his tongue out to her clit, he was only consciously aware now that Jason had taken his place at her breasts. Jason nibbled at one nipple and pinched at the other with his rough fingers. Carl ran his tongue over and over her clit and sank a finger deep within her. His finger met resistance and he paused. Shit, she was a virgin.
"Why'd you stop?" she whispered.
It was all the encouragement Carl needed. He had heard she was innocent and came from a conservative private school, but he had no idea she was still a virgin. It excited him to know that Jason and he touched someone that none had before. Knowing that he and Jason had caused the transformation from someone innocent to the moaning vixen squirming under his tongue made his dick pulse with need.
He looked up from his place between her knees and watched as Jason pushed the tip of his fat cock into her open mouth. He had been lost in his own world and had not even noticed Jason undressing nor that things had escalated this far. Carl flicked his tongue faster and faster, light as air over her swollen clit. Anna's hips continued to buck under his tongue, but he held her firmly in place. With a small scream, Anna's whole body shook, and Carl pulled back to see her body spasm.
He stripped off his polo as he watched Jason gripping the sides of her face and forcing himself in and out of her. He moved faster and faster in her mouth. Jason had lost himself in the moment, but Carl wasn't done yet. He removed his jeans and boxers in one fluid motion.
"Jase," he said. "Don't come. Let's take this virgin together."
He saw Jason's eyes pop at that comment and had known Jason had been as surprised as he. Anna never protested as Carl lay on the bed. He moved her over him and had her straddle his hips. Carl saw Jason grab something from the pocket of his jeans on the floor. He waved it at Carl, and Carl realized it was lube.