Jane, For the best sailing lesson I have ever had, you have been awarded a scholarship to the university of your choice. The money is sour for me, but it should not be for you. If you use it to go to school, I know you will not look for Easy Street because you are smart enough to know that such a place does not exist.
Love from me.
Chapter 12
The campus was almost deserted. Rick saw a few caretakers he recognized, and a few students were hanging around taking summer courses to catch up on what they had missed during the winter.
He enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere after the hectic pace at the resort. No reveled in the wide open spaces, the vast lawns and sloping hills, the trees loaded with leaves and the calm warmth that seemed to permeate even the buildings. He looked forward to the movements of the fall when students would return and the pace would increase a thousandfold, but as of now he was content to lounge in the room which during the school year he shared with a roomie. But now, during the summer, the roomie was working with a surveying gang near Topeka, Kansas and Rick felt that living alone in the room was much like having a private apartment on an estate on which he did not even have to pay the gardeners. He got up early and walked to breakfast at the student union under a chorus of birds. He spent most of every morning in the college library, discovering volumes that had not been checked out since the 1930s. He usually ate lunch off campus at a small diner and returned to his room to read some of the books, to reread some of his textbooks from last term, or to watch a late afternoon movie on his portable TV. During the evening, he strolled downtown to watch a film, hang around the well-lighted bookstore half-flirting with the salesgirls. Or just walk.
After five days of this enviable routine he thought he had settled himself quite nicely. Jane had taken most of the sap out of him before he left the resort so it took most of the five days for it to be renewed, for his batteries to be recharged. By the fifth evening he was seriously beginning to look for someone to take back to his private room on campus. He began to want to screw from dark to dawn, and begin again after breakfast. His well, once again, was full to running over.
Finally, the fifth night, he wandered the city. The films did not change until the following day, so they were of no use to him. He walked slowly back to the campus.
He was surprised to see a small red sports car parked at the entrance of his dormitory. He thought at first that someone had a car just like Jenny Roman's. When he glanced into the car, he saw on the small glove compartment the initials JR.
He took the stairs two at a time.
She was not in his room, but a woman's small over-night case was on a chair and a pair of jeans and a T-shirt were piled on his bed.
Rick walked down the hallway, smiling inwardly, and pushed open the door that lead to the communal showers.
She was there.
Her soaking black hair streamed down her back half-way to her ass. She was soaping her face and the thick shower stream washed the soap into white foamy rivulets that ran down her forearms to drip from her elbows. Her breasts were caught between her arms, full breasts, firm and only slightly bouncy. The nipples were clean and shining in the water.
She had soaped her thighs and between her legs and the shower had streaked the foam down her long, tanned, smooth legs that tapered to fine, slender ankles and strong healthy feet. She sensed someone was watching her and turned her back to reveal the curves of her buttocks, the coverts behind her knees, the roundness of her shoulder blades.
Rick watched her. He wanted her more now than ever.
Kicking off his shoes, he stripped off his shirt and pushed down his pants. He stepped naked into the shower.
Jenny looked up at him. "You know," she said, "you're hard to find."
He held her face under the shower stream and kissed her lips. Her skin was slippery. He brushed her with his penis, his thighs, and she turned full-face toward him and pressed her bush against his cock. His hands held her by each cheek of her ass and he pressed her to his body. Water ran off both of them in sheets.
She reached between his legs with the soap in one hand. She washed his balls, brushing the back of her hands against his cock. When he was fully erect, she soaped it and ran her hands up and down, feeling the size of his swollen head, the strength of his shaft. She rinsed the lather off and slightly raised her left leg.
Rick stooped slightly, his hands on her wet firm breasts, kneading her tits, pressing them, squeezing them, and when he rose Jenny had guided the head of his prick into her cunt and he slid in as far as he could get standing up.
He pulled out again to make sure he was in her, then pushed forward again. Jenny wrapped her arms around his neck. "Don't fall down, you fucker," she said. She bit his ear. She kissed his mouth. "You're very nice inside me. Will you come in me? How fast can you come?"
Rick did not think about her. He only wanted to fuck for himself. He continued pumping his ass while he held tight to her ass. She spread her knees to the side and when he thrust further up he lifted her off her feet. She held tight to his neck and Rick felt her mouth fall open, her jaw slack, and her breath came faster and heavier.
He moved his hips from side to side, making her ride with him.
"Oh, yes," she cried, half gasping. "Rick, damn you, damn you, you fucker, you're doing it to me, oh damn it, I can't stop it, oh damn damn damn."
Rick's cock was in and out of her. At times in his backthrust he pulled completely out of her but she had spread her legs so wide and their timing was so perfect that the split second afterwards when he pushed forward again he sank home to the hilt. He felt his pubic bone crushing against hers. He thrust up her and up her and up her.
"Damn you," she kept saying until her tongue thrust out of her mouth against Rick's ear, against the soaking side of his face. She covered his cheeks with kisses, with licks.
Rick felt the shudders begin along her backbone and her cunt seemed to gush as she came. She seemed to open up inside and flood his cock with lubricating juices and her head began to shake. She squeezed Rick, held him tight, and he felt his own spasms along his legs and then his hips began pushing up completely beyond his control and his own semen burst its pent-up dam and gushed up in torrents into the top of her cunt, spurting hard and high inside her, far up in her as far as it could reach.
Rick kept pumping his hips until his spasms were finished.
As he subsided, Jenny's mouth sobbed on his shoulder, then she regained herself and threw her hair back over her shoulder in a wet toss of her head.
Rick heard applause.
He looked out of the shower and saw two summer students, both male, smiling in at them and clapping their hands. "Beautiful," they said, "superb, just fine, thanks, it was great."
Jenny pulled herself off Rick's cock and stood with her face up to the full stream of the shower. When her body relaxed, she grinned at Rick, kissed him quickly on the mouth.
He rinsed himself off and stepped out of the shower. He said to the two students, "Glad you liked it."
They were busy stripping their clothes off for their own showers.
Rick turned, expecting to see Jenny following him out of the shower.
She stood with her face upturned to the shower stream again. Her breasts were erect, pointed up, and her ass was held tight. She was a vision of sexuality. She looked at the two guys who by now were naked and stepping into the shower with her.
"Hi," she said cheerily. "You guys permanent students or something?"
The guys laughed. One bent over and picked up jenny's soap. The other turned on a separate shower but the one with the soap stepped into the same spray as Jenny. He soaped himself and as he let the shower rinse his body he began soaping jenny's ass.