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Ooh, nice. So nice, I think I’m gonna have to fuck you while you’re still wearing it.

My finger delves into her panties to tease her clit with firm strokes. My little Andy is wet, and getting wetter. Her legs tremble as she spreads them further apart so I can finger her more easily. I rub her clit fast and then so slowly that Andy grunts in frustration.

I wanna come. She pulls at my wrist.

So greedy, I scold, but I circle her clit with the tip of my finger.

I already know the speed and pressure that makes Andy come fastest. And, sure enough, the rapid pace of her breathing shows she’s getting close.

What power to make her feel so much with a fingertip.

Finally, she tilts her head back and lets out a throaty moan.

Then she leans her drained body against mine.

I pick her up and place her on the desk chair, then shuck off her jeans and socks.

She looks so sexy right now, slumped in the pretty lingerie she got just for me, her face dazed with pleasure.

I shed my own clothes. My cock is already hard, but seeing Andy half-naked and sprawled on the chair makes me even hornier. I crouch in front of her and drag the chair closer. What luscious part to start with first?

I lean forward and suck at her dark nipple through the pink fabric, then gently capture it between my teeth. When I tug slightly, Andy’s eyes fly open and she gasps. I release her nipple and then pop both breasts out of the bra. Now I can tweak her fat nipples until they stiffen.

Feels so good, she moans. Andy’s breasts are very sensitive, and she loves having them played with. Which works out great for me.

Can’t get enough of these, I murmur with a final squeeze. I reach out for my jacket, dig out a condom, and roll it on. You ready, babe?

Andy is watching me with half-open eyes. So ready.

Hmm, time for something different . I lift Andy up, then sit on the chair and hoist Andy onto my lap.

Her back is pressed against my chest, and her ass grinds against my stiff cock.

I push her panties to one side and slip a finger inside her.

Slowly, I stroke in and out while my thumb bumps her clit with each motion.

She gasps and bucks against my hand, and the silk of her hair slides against my chest and face as she throws her head back. Andy’s breathless moans are so hot.

Oh god, Jack. I’m coming again, she cries out.

Come for me, baby, I urge.

Andy tenses and screams, then goes limp.

I kiss her hair and enjoy the feeling of her body, boneless with pleasure, slumped against me.

As much as I’m enjoying the feel of her soft ass around my cock, I’m more than ready for some fucking.

I lift Andy and turn her so she’s straddling me.

She smiles at me, then raises herself on tiptoe until she’s hovering over my lap.

Then she moves her panties aside and parts herself.

I feel my stiff cock enveloped by her hot warmth as she sinks down on me. Then she moves—bouncing up and down.

God, you feel so good inside me, she moans.

Fuck, yeah, I grunt. She’s unbelievably tight in this position. I grab her knees and spread her wider across my thighs, so I’m even deeper inside her.

But now I can’t move. Andy blinks at me in confusion—her feet can’t touch the floor in this position.

Then relax and let me do the work. I grab her ass and swivel her on my aching cock, driving deep, then lift her off me only to drag her back down as I thrust my hips up.

Over and over, I impale her on my cock as I squeeze her ass.

And I can’t take my eyes off her—dressed in sexy pink lingerie pushed aside so her breasts can bounce in my face and her pussy can get fucked this hard.

The helplessness must be turning her on, because she’s grunting and moaning non-stop.

You like this? Knowing I can fuck you any way I want? I growl.

God, yes, she gasps. Use me. I’m yours , Jack.

That admission makes me even harder. I take her sweet nipple into my mouth, suck hard, and then bite down again. Andy cries out and a tremor rolls through her body right down to my cock.

I release her nipple and grunt. I’m getting close and I can’t wait to finish.

Andy clings to my shoulders as I lift her and slam her back down on me.

The friction is incredible. She throws her head back in pleasure and cries out that she’s coming.

I thrust up into her even faster as she writhes on top of me, because nothing is as hot as Andy losing control.

So. Fucking. Good , I groan, then thrust into her one last time. My head tips back and my body trembles as I come insanely hard. When I release her hips, Andy collapses onto my chest and I hug her into me.

After a few moments to recover, I lift Andy and lay her on the bed, where she burrows under the duvet. I take a bathroom break, then crawl into bed beside her. She stirs when I pull her closer to spoon her.

Did I fall asleep? Her voice is sleepy and girlish.

Sort of, I murmur as I kiss the back of her neck. I knew she wasn’t going to fall asleep because it’s only 4:00 PM. But I’m happy she’s awake enough to talk now. Some of our nicest moments happen after sex, when both of us are high on good feelings.

Let’s do a sleepover on Thanksgiving night, I suggest. It’s perfect—we won’t have classes and there’s no early practice the next day. I want to sleep with Andy and wake up with Andy. I can’t spend enough time with her.

Mmm, good idea. She flips to face me and snuggles into my chest like she’s ready to nap. Her hair tickles my chin.

Andy…

As soon as I say her name, her body stiffens and her eyes fly open.

Stop, she says.

Stop what? I ask in confusion.

Her mouth is set in a stubborn line. Stop whatever you’re going to say next.

How do you know what I’m going to say?

I can just tell. There’s all this emotion in your voice, she replies flatly.

Seriously? What happened to our honesty policy? And after sex like that—so raw and open—it feels natural to be open with our emotions too. She’s willing to give me all of her body, but nothing else? That’s harsh.

I stroke her hair and then lift her chin. What’s wrong with telling you how I feel? We’re so good together.

She lets out a huff of frustration. Yes, things are good, but you always want to define everything. And you’re the one who’s supposed to be easy-going, while I’m the list-maker.

Andy, we’re not one thing or another. I know you’re not into sharing your feelings, but does that mean I can’t either? I want to share how much I feel for you. Maybe you’ll enjoy it too.

I’m fine. Her muscles are tense and her lower lip is pushed out.

I’m not going to remind her that she had an uncomfortable chat with her mother and then got even more upset talking about her family’s hurtful behaviour. All I want to do is help her see that she’s not alone—that I’m here to support her.

Andy flips around again to turn her back to me and shuffles to the edge of the bed—and it’s not that big a bed. When I try to gently roll her back, she stiffens and shakes me off.

I can’t believe that we’re arguing about how good things are, I say.

It’s just too soon.

Am I truly the only one who feels all this emotion between us?

There’s no way. Our personalities mesh so well.

Andy supports me and makes me feel confident that I’m doing the right thing.

I help her relax when she gets stressed.

And our attraction is off the charts. But most of all, things keep getting better between us. How high could we climb?

How do you see things going between us? Like once you graduate? I ask.

Andy rolls onto her back and drapes her arm over her face. Do we have to do this now?

I watch and wait. Maybe she doesn’t like talking about feelings, but she has to at some point.

Finally, she answers. It depends where I end up, I guess. If I go somewhere like Los Angeles, it’s hard to see how we could stay together.

Her words hurt because that’s the last thing I want. Andy is amazing, and I’m all in. But she worries a lot about the future. I pull her arm from her face and hold onto her hand.

This connection we have—how we understand each other—I know that it’s rare and special, and I think you do too, I say.

I know, but… her voice trails off.

You can’t have it both ways, Andy. If we’re only going to last until the spring, why can’t we enjoy every moment to the fullest? Why can’t I tell you how much I like being with you?

She scrunches her eyes closed, like a little kid pretending that if she can’t see me, I can’t see her. Her next words sound like they’re being forced out of her.

Because it’s scary.

Why?

Caring too much leaves me open to getting hurt again, she states softly.

Andy, we went through the same kind of betrayal, but I’m ready. Ready for us, I urge. There’s so much trapped below her controlled surface.

I’m so sorry. I think I just need more time, Andy says.

I wonder how long it will take her to trust again. And to stop punishing me for what her stupid ex did.