"I'd better not. It's getting late and I've got so much to do. I have to decide whether or not to join the sorority and…"
"You'll join. All the girls around here whose folks are important or have money join it sooner or later. Pressure on the family, on you, you know," Jeff said, shrugging his shoulders. "Come on."
Pressure? What kind of pressure? What kind of pressure was he going to put on her? Already Vickie could feel the tugging of persuasive strings as she walked reluctantly up to the door of his building.
"Don't took so gloomy. Once you get used to the rules, it's not so bad."
Vickie followed him into the darkened hall, past several closed doors and up a narrow stairway. Somewhere in the distance she could hear a stereo faintly playing jazz. There was giggling behind some doors and the faint aroma of marijuana. There was little doubt college students inhabited this building.
"This is the place," Jeff said proudly, fishing out his keys and unlocking the door.
"Only for a few minutes," Vickie warned, passing in front of him. She shivered, feeling his hot breath against the back of her neck. Had he purposely leaned forward and done that or was it just her imagination?
"Water, or something stronger?" Jeff asked, passing in front of her, crossing the living room into the small kitchen.
Vickie sat down on the edge of an old couch. "Just water, thank you," she said, still looking around. There were the usual things male college students have scattered about the living room – guitar, books on yoga, sex magazines poorly, "hidden" by newspapers.
"Here you go."
Vickie smiled, taking the cold glass of water. Just for a minute, then she'd get out of here and never come back.
CHAPTER TWO
"Is something wrong?"
Vickie found her hand shaking. That tickling, burning itch had become worse since she had arrived at Jeff's place. Her aunt felt oh so hot and very moist. When she moved her ass slightly on the old sofa more hot juices seeped out. This was the worst it had been ever!
"No, not really. I've got to be going," Vickie said, fighting down the waves of lust sweeping over her. If Jeff made a pass now, she wasn't sure if she could resist.
"Probably the heat. Maybe you oughtta take off a few of those clothes. Looks pretty warm to me," Jeff said, reaching down and pulling his T-shirt off before Vickie could object.
"No!" the girl cried, leaping to her feet and knocking the water glass to the floor in the process. She stared angrily at Jeff. And yet how could she be angry at him? He looked so masculine, so overpowering in that half-nude state. His big arms rippled with well-developed biceps and triceps. His lightly tanned flesh glistened with sweat and… oh, my God, that soft roll of dick-meat she'd noticed before was getting longer, getting thicker, was actually tenting the material of his white tennis shorts!
"Just relax. I've got a bed you can lay down…"
"No!" she cried again, curling her fingers into two fists. No, she couldn't give in! This was awful! He'd purposely led her into his apartment to fuck her, and she'd blindly walked in. Vickie felt every nerve ending in her body tense as she backed away from Jeff and headed for the door. Her heart was pounding so hard she was certain he could hear it. And, oh, how dry her mouth was!
"You just don't know how to take it easy here. We take it kinda easy here on campus, and I know a great way to relax."
Vickie's mouth opened as she watched him drop one hand and start to rub his fingers against his hard hunk of cockmeat. When he pressed the white material of his shorts against his prick, the young blonde teenager could make out the flared spongy head of his cock. This was filthy, perverted! She had to get out of his apartment fast!
"You let me go! Let me go or I'll scream for the police!" Vickie threatened. Her words made Jeff stop for a second, his smile fading to a frown.
"I don't think you really want to go, do you?" Jeff said, resuming his cock massage. He was staring at her, his eyes seeming to bore into her innermost thoughts. Vickie blushed furiously. He knew, he knew! She was breathing harder now, her mind spinning dizzyingly around and around while her hands jerked out for anything to help her stand up. She grabbed onto the back of the sofa she'd been sitting on and leaned against it. Ohhhh, how hot she was! The friction of her cunt-lips over her swollen clit when she moved was sapping her strength and will. She felt so shaky, not herself at all!
"Yes, I want to go," she whispered, not daring to look Jeff in the eye.
"You want to lay down in that bed, don't you Vickie." His voice had become authoritative, strong. She shivered, closing her eyes and digging her fingertips into the soft cushion. "You want to go back in that bedroom, take off your clothes and relax, don't you?"
His voice was hypnotic. He was getting closer. Vickie knew she should scream, should call out for help. But even when he touched her, even when he smoothed his fingers up and down her upper arms while kissing the nape of her neck, Vickie couldn't say a word. She kept her eyes closed, pressing her knees against the back of the couch to keep, her balance while Jeff took full advantage of her. "Please, don't. I…"
But Vickie couldn't resist. His gentle caresses, his mouth moving slowly up and down her neck while his hands smoothed over her arms and shoulders had broken down all her defenses. She would let him do anything to her now. All resistance had melted under the hot, moist lust enveloping her cunt.
"Come on, baby, come oh. I'm gonna show you one hell of a time."
With that, Jeff picked Vickie up easily. She clung to him, her tiny hands locked behind his neck and her legs draped over his arm. He moved without saying another word, through the living room and down the short hall to his bedroom.
The young girl was in a woozy haze. In a moment, she felt herself lying down in bed. She had half-clear glimpses of his movements. Jeff was sitting on the side of the bed, unlacing his tennis shoes and pulling them off. She felt as if she were in a dream where she couldn't move. Vickie lay quietly, breathing the thickening air with more and more difficulty.
And then he was beside her, still wearing his shorts. Jeff moved one hand over her waist, then dropped it down to the side zipper. She heard the zipper slide open, felt the material of her dress loosen around her waist. In a moment the skirt was off, thrown to the door.
"Let's see just how hot you are."
No man had ever touched her cunt before. Even after masturbating at night Vickie had felt somewhat guilty afterward. And yet she was letting Jeff move his fingers up her inner thighs, caress the hot, sensitive flesh gently, then slide his hand up farther. Ohhh, she was so hot, so wet down there! He'd know just how willing she'd be for a… fucking!
"Oh, yes, yes!" Vickie moaned, closing her eyes and smiling as she ground her shoulders against the soft mattress. Her legs spread apart and slid back and forth across the topsheet as he kissed her face, her neck, and finally her mouth.
"Mmaunmmm!" Jeff groaned into her mouth as he rolled on to her body, pressing his left leg between has and working her thighs farther apart while dry fucking his cock against her upper legs. The young woman groaned back, feeling his tongue pushing past her teeth and down, down to the back of her throat. She fought back, feeling her desire erupting like a volcano. Spittle dribbled down her chin and cheeks as both Vickie and Jeff started their fucking session.
"Ohhh, what are you doing to me?" the young woman cried.
"Everything you want, honey, everything you've always wanted."
"Ohhhhhhh, nooooooo!"
Jeff worked his fingers along the insides of her thighs, caressing the silky tight flesh. Vickie groaned, rolling her head back and forth over the soft pillow while inching her knees farther apart. She was juicing heavily now. The young woman could feel the crotch panel of her panties sticking to her cunt-lips, then slide off as more hot frothy pussy-oil bubbled from her crack.