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She Can
T hey made it back to his dormitory a little before it started getting dark. Which, given that it was still the dead of winter, meant it wasn’t all that late. Yet, they still headed back. Because Anna had requested it, much to Liam’s surprise. After skating for a while, then dropping by Perrymont’s famous bookstore—a brick tortoise of a building, dating its foundations to the early nineteen hundreds—he’d figured they’d spend a while longer checking out the campus’s places of interest.
Apparently not. A touch on Liam’s arm while in the bookstore had drawn his attention. A quiet but meaningful request had taken care of the rest. They’d made for the cashier, then been back in her car five minutes later.
Now, they were in Liam’s dorm, which was pleasantly empty. Kicking on the lights, it lit up a column of a room, split between the living room and a kitchenette. The first part had carpet, while the second had vinyl, so it might have looked like a multi-colored domino from an aerial view. Right before the carpet ebbed into vinyl, there was a door on either side of the wall.
“My bedroom is on the right,” Liam said, nodding. His door was shut, while Grant, as usual, left his open whenever he went out. It was a small but noteworthy commendation of their friendship. He’d heard horror stories about thieving roommates, or even just snoopy ones, but he and Grant had gotten along great throughout the months they’d lived together.
“Do you want anything?” Liam asked, gesturing toward the kitchenette. “It’s pretty well stocked. Kind of standard college dorm stuff, but I’ve been trying to cook a little more since I got back.”
“No, I’m alright,” Anna said, shaking her head. Emerging from her winter coat, she looked for a place to hang it.
“Just anywhere,” Liam said. There weren’t any hooks on the walls, and their dorm didn’t come with a shared closet, so Anna laid her coat neatly over the arm of the living room couch. After that, she stood in place. For a moment. Only a moment.
Their eyes met. Like a tottering steam engine getting going, Liam felt his excitement begin to build.
His room wasn’t anything worth writing home about. Not compared to Anna’s bedroom back at her and Avril’s apartment. It was still a fine enough living space. It was a little wider than the space behind them, and he and Grant each had their own adjoining bathroom. A full bathroom, even.
As he suspected nine out of ten students on campus did, he’d pushed his bed into the far corner of the room, near the single window. Grant hated that there were streetlights outside their windows, complaining of difficulty sleeping without things being pitch black. Even though he wasn’t supposed to, he’d sneaked in light-resistant curtains and stuck them over his blinds.
Liam had a desk filling up the space on the other wall, so he sat with his back to his bed whenever he studied or—as was becoming ever more common—texted Anna, Avril, or Tess when he should be studying. Two of those three seemed to have an instinctual awareness of when he ought to get back to it. One of them, however, didn’t mind if she was a bad influence on his GPA, though it leveled out. He’d always been a good student; he usually finished his work before he started flirting with the three beautiful women in his life.
Most of the time.
“How’s it stack up?” Liam asked, waffling by the doorway. Should he shut it or leave it open? What if Grant came back? “To Bellmore’s dorms, I mean.”
Anna looked around the tidy space. He also had a full wardrobe in the room, which had been a total pain to squeeze through his narrow bedroom door. At least he lived on the first floor, though that came with a different problem. While he and Grant got along incredibly well, they were united in their hate of their upstairs neighbors. Early on, it’d been like living under Welsh clog dancers. Fortunately, one of the two heel-stompers had dropped out early on, and the one that had stayed behind usually didn’t stay up as late as his roommate had.
“They’re somewhat larger, but not by too much,” Anna said. “The biggest difference is the lack of a laundry room.”
“That sounds pretty nice,” Liam admitted. “So, you’d say the average student there does their own laundry.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” Anna said, striding deeper into his room. “I did my laundry, though.”
“I wouldn’t imagine it otherwise. I can see a four-year-old Annabelle Royce on her tiptoes atop a stool, dumping her tiny clothes into the wash before dropping in a detergent pod and setting the cycle.”
“You’ve been talking with Avril too much, then. I wasn’t always so… adult. ”
For some reason, she blushed. Also, her gaze drifted toward his door. It was still open; his hand was resting on it while he mulled his options, in fact.
“Are you going to close that?”
“If you tell me how old you were when you started handling your own laundry.”
Mouth tugging askew, she pulled out the wheeled chair by his desk and sat down. Eventually, still blushing, she admitted, “Eleven.”
“Ah, so I was off by seven whole years,” he said, swinging his bedroom door closed.
“Yes, you were.”
Grinning, he walked over to her, not his bed. He sat on the ground next to her, legs crossed. Anna eyed him curiously, then surprised him by swinging her feet toward him. Setting her socks on his calves, she looked down at him from on high.
“How old were you ?” she asked.
Liam shrugged. “Thirteen or fourteen.”
“So, not too much older than when I began.”
“Yeah, but my parents made me do it to help me start building good habits for adulthood. I bet you just started doing it of your own volition.”
Anna didn’t answer, so he knew he was right. Between her, Avril, and Tess, she was by far the easiest to tease. Especially compared to Avril. Teasing Avril Knight was making a declaration of war; peace was no longer an option when you made the opening salvo. With Anna, her infinite well of patience, when combined with how easily she blushed, made her an attractive target.
Smiling, Liam lifted his hands to Anna’s calves. She tensed slightly but didn’t withdraw her legs. Why else but for this would she have placed herself in such a position? He began rubbing her calves along the outside, feeling the muscles beneath her black leggings. While she might not be part of Avril, Tess, and Victoria’s jogging troop, it was noticeable from an incredible distance that she cared for her figure. Hopefully, people would soon start thinking the same thing about him.
He’d been working out regularly since getting back to Perrymont. Spring break snuck closer every day, and he wanted to impress when he took his shirt off, not earn looks of disinterest or apathy. He hadn’t been in bad shape during winter break, but there was always room for improvement.
“I did start doing it on my own, yes,” Anna admitted. “I like doing laundry. It’s cathartic.”
“It is?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He brought his hands up behind her knees, then leaned in and kissed her knee through the leggings’ fabric.
Anna blushed again. “I think so, at least.”
“I don’t mind laundry. Hate doing dishes, though. Grant and I made a pact to handle our own dishes immediately after use so they don’t pile up.”
“And just like that, you’re both more mature than my roommate—a woman years older than you.”
Liam ended up smiling as he kissed her other knee. His fingers explored her legs while they chatted, climbing nearly to her thighs a handful of times.
“So, if we were to poll your current living place, about how many people there do their own laundry?”
“She’s gotten better at household chores,” Anna said, coming to Avril’s defense. “It’s really just the dishes, and usually when she cooks. She hates cleaning up after herself.”
“Leaves the mess for others, huh?”
Anna nodded, then tensed anew as Liam shifted her legs apart so he could begin kissing the inside of her knee. Her face had been a bastion of expanding crimson for a while, and he didn’t intend to let that change anytime soon.
With his hands resting on the back of her legs, they climbed like two elevators racing toward the top—in a race, yet incapable of rushing. His palms moved up her calves, under her knees, and then sought to feel Anna’s thighs. She swallowed when it became apparent that his hands weren’t planning to stop, but she still raised herself enough for his hands to squeeze between her thighs and the chair.
His arms extended as his hands journeyed up Anna’s legs. She didn’t stop him. So, he kept going. His hands skimmed against the underside of her thighs, tracing the dark leggings. She had a gorgeous figure. Unexplored, but that was rapidly changing.
Finally, his hands found the alluring shape of her butt. His fingertips pressed into it, and then Anna lifted herself a little more. She was no longer technically sitting. Rather, she sort of squatted, which allowed Liam’s hands to go farther than he might have assumed they would. His hands got underneath Anna’s butt. His fingers closed in like netting pulled taut from above.
It was wonderful. If Anna needed any proof of how happy he was, she found it in how wide-eyed he’d unknowingly become. Intent, focused, ecstatic. She still blushed furiously, but she let him hold her in his hands for several seconds.
As soon as he withdrew his hands, drawing them back like ropes dragged across the ground, he shifted onto his knees. Raising himself, as Anna came back down, she leaned forward. Their lips met. A passionate kiss followed.
“Should we move to your bed?” Anna asked in a tiny whisper.
Like she was somehow worried that he might say no. Yeah, the day that happened, he needed to be tossed into a horror movie’s rendition of a 1930s asylum. Straitjacket and all.
“We should,” he said, body thrumming with unconcealable anticipation.
Anna noticed, and she beamed because of it. As he stood up, she did the same. They kissed again, and then, arms wrapped around one another, they practically toppled onto his bed like twin trees knocked down simultaneously.
The springs on his bed bounced them into the air a few inches, and Anna somehow ended up on top of him. They continued kissing, and Anna laid her hands against the sides of his head. She arched into the kiss, leaving them both breathless and slightly dizzy when it ended.
Anna stared down at him, eyes sparkling like veins of newly uncovered teal quartz. Her lips, full and sensual, trembled with a need that she couldn’t quite speak aloud. Somehow, Liam read her thoughts.
“Let’s swap positions,” he whispered. He lifted a hand, stopping Anna, who had begun to obey immediately. “But first, take off your shirt.”
Her eyes widened, and if there was a hue of redder than crimson, Anna’s face discovered it. Yet, that didn’t stop her from nodding. Her fingertips grabbed hold of the fabric at the hem. Anna breathed in deeply, steadying herself slightly. She was trembling, and Liam started to misread it for anxiety, not anticipation.
That ended when Anna swiftly removed her shirt and revealed a rather sexy lace bra.
He sensed Avril’s hand in this. But… maybe not. He remembered where things had been heading on New Year’s Eve, and that had been in a public—in a way—place. An intimate, arousing place. Now, with his door closed and his roommate away, it was just the two of them. So, maybe this was all Anna.
All of Anna was more than enough to turn him on completely. Less than all. Even while still wearing a bra and leggings, she’d already set him from simmering to sizzling.
She hovered over him, gripping her shirt in one hand. That almost distracted him from her sheer beauty. Even now, she couldn’t do what most women would do and just toss an unnecessary article of clothing to the floor.
Anna’s curvaceous hips led up to her narrow waist and ticklish sides, though he wouldn’t learn about that weakness until later. Her figure flowed like a current of air dipping from a hilltop to a valley, and it carried him along with it. His eyes traveled along her enticing figure, rising to a pair of heavenly peaks. Large, round, and entirely unexplored.
Anna’s lace bra had wavy frills running along the bottom and across the angular cuts that showed off her cleavage. It pushed her breasts slightly upward, causing them to look as if they might spill out if a bit more upward force was provided.
An intriguing option, though Liam held back his hands until he could rediscover his voice. This was probably the first time Anna had ever shown off her body like this. They both knew the plan was for him to do more than just look.
“Should I take off my bra?” Anna asked uncertainly.
“Depends on how far you want things to go,” Liam said, reining in his lust, which would have had him flipping her onto her back this very moment. While he might be relatively inexperienced, all things considered, he was the one person in the room who’d done stuff like this before. It was his job to see to Anna’s comfort and care. He understood that.
After a moment more, Anna nodded. Drawing in a deep breath, she began reaching around her back to move her hair out of the way. Liam quietly reveled in that simple act. What it led to.
Anna unhooked her bra, and Liam held his breath. Black straps loosened their perches on her slender shoulders. Biting her lip, half in arousal, half in nervousness, Anna freed her breasts from her bra.
Liam liked his dorm. He liked his roommate. He even liked Perrymont. But the fact that he lived a city over from the perfectly round, perfectly perky, perfectly large pair of breasts that Anna revealed to him, yeah, that absolutely sucked.
In the same size category as Avril’s, maybe even slightly more prominent, but with slightly smaller areolae, Liam tried not to stare too intensely. But it was hard, especially when they bounced slightly as Anna undid her bra, which freed them from its upward push. All in all, Liam was instantly besotted by the sight. But he was also amused.
“You can put those wherever you want, Anna,” he said, nodding toward the articles of clothing in her grasp, one in each hand.
Anna quickly looked around for a place to drop off her clothes. She actually got up. Liam tried to hide his amusement as, topless, she moved over to his desk and then neatly laid her clothes over the back of his chair. She must have found him grinning from ear to ear when she turned around, for she blushed furiously.
“It’s fine,” he promised, sitting up. “Hit the lights, then come back to me, Anna.”
She did. The room turned dark. The outdoor lights that Grant hated so much slithered between the gaps in his blinds. It’d be a little while before their night vision adjusted. For now, the light they had was just enough for him to see Anna and for Anna to see him.
After bathing his room in darkness, she returned to him. He stood up at the last possible second, kissed her, then spun them both. Still kissing her, he gently lowered her onto her back on his bed. He followed, positioning himself above her.
“My turn to be on top,” he said, moving his lips to her jawline. She shivered under his touch, then nodded.
“I don’t mind,” she whispered. Even in the dark, he felt as though he could see the purity of her eyes. In her eyes, as well. That gave him pause.
Right. You’ve got a little bit more you need to say.
“If I do anything you’re uncomfortable with, even a little, say so, okay? I won’t take off any more of your clothes, and I’m going to be pretty gentle. I really want this to be a good experience for you.”
His sheets rustled softly as Anna nodded. “I’ll speak up if any of that happens.”
“Hopefully, it won’t,” he said, kissing her one final time. After that, his mouth would be busy elsewhere.
She had sensitive breasts. That might even be underselling things. Based on how aroused she’d gotten when he’d been touching her through her dress on New Year’s Eve, he suspected that she’d either end up hating or loving— obsessively so— what he was about to do to her. That was why he started so slowly.
He began by placing his hands on her sides. She tensed, drawing in a sharp inhale, but otherwise remained quiet. He didn’t pick up his hands, instead shifting along her fair skin toward the round bases of her breasts. His fingertips detected her pulse through that contact; her heart was racing.
Inches before his fingers would have met the beginning of her breasts, he realized something. It almost caused him to groan. Here he was, thinking he was starting to get good at this sort of thing, yet he’d outright skipped an important step. Well, better late than never. He assumed.
“You look so beautiful, Anna,” he whispered.
A whisper no louder than two strands of silk sliding across one another reached his ears. “Thank you.”
He set his hands on Anna’s breasts with all the tenderness he could muster. For a brief moment, even though she was anything but icy to the touch, his mind turned to igloos. Probably best to keep that thought to himself, even from the igloo maker herself.
At half the speed he would have used with Avril or Tess, Liam swept his hands around Anna’s breasts. Instead of shrinking from his touch, Anna arched into it. She’d shut her eyes and just relied on what she felt. Liam did everything he could to ensure it was holistically pleasurable from start to finish.
In an act that would have her father fuming if he ever found out, Liam began to knead Anna’s breasts. It was time to confirm things. Were they as sensitive as he thought, or had the situation influenced how strongly she’d reacted on New Year’s Eve?
The latter probably had played a part in it, but the former was quickly confirmed. With a gentle but skilled touch developed through a suite of experiences over winter break, Liam began to chip away at Anna’s defenses. As would be the case, they were more sand than sandstone.
Anna drew in a sharp breath as his fingertips skimmed over her breasts. As they gave before the pressure of his fingertips, and as he began to draw invisible script across them.
He’d learned quite a bit from Avril and Tess. He was still learning. However, to someone with Anna’s experience, he was miles beyond what she was probably expecting. Unless she’d been getting reports from Avril. Which, for a smorgasbord’s worth of reasons, he doubted.
For the first few minutes, he stayed away from her nipples. An early lesson, that. Yeah, they naturally grabbed attention, and yeah, they were usually big pleasure points. But they weren’t the only ones. He’d get there eventually.
“Everything good?” he asked, knowing that it was.
“Y-Yes,” Anna said, fidgeting as he lowered his mouth and breathed cool air around her left areola, but not on it. “It’s really good.”
“Can I use more than my hands?”
“If—if you think it’s a good idea.”
“I think we’ll both enjoy it.”
Anna swallowed and nodded, hands balling up into fists by her sides as he transferred his left hand to her right breast. Now, with ten fingers on a single beautiful mound, he began massaging it with smooth, circular motions. Anna immediately whimpered pleasurably. He kept at it for minutes, even though he’d gotten her okay to use his mouth. He made sure to cover every place his fingertips could find. He even moved his fingers around her areola a few times.
“Mind your breathing,” he whispered, momentarily feeling like a yoga instructor. “It feels good, right?”
“It does.”
Grinning jubilantly, Liam finally brought his lips to Anna’s breast. The same one his warm fingers lathered. He pressed his fingertips in a little deeper, upping the tempo. He could see her better now; his vision had adjusted to the darkness. Anna immediately clenched her jaw, but the beginnings of a moan eked like smoke between her soft lips.
He almost diverted his mouth to kiss those lips, but he forced himself to stay the course. His mouth dropped to the upper half of her areola, where he pressed a generous kiss against it. He felt her nipple, stiff with arousal, against his lower lip. Leaving a wet mark—the first of many—upon her breast, he worked his way around her nipple, dragging his lips over her skin as he did so. A dry area, a kiss. A dry area, a kiss. Around and around the stiff, pert protrusion he went.
Anna did not mind her breathing. Rather, it seemed that she couldn’t. A fuller moan fluttered out of her lips, and she arched into the next kiss he laid upon her sensitive body. As a reward, Liam decided to run his tongue over her nipple. Underneath him, Anna brought her knees together, fidgeting with an air of desperation.
“Should I keep at it?” Liam asked, kissing the final untouched area around her nipple.
“Yes. Please.”
It was practically a prayer, and it practically set him on fire. He rubbed his tongue over her nipple a second time, then a third. Pursing his lips, he finally took it between his teeth, then began to suck.
“Ohhh!” Anna cried, shuddering like a flimsy curtain battered by a storm.
Liam sucked a little harder. Anna moaned a little louder. He kept massaging her breast, pushing his fingertips into her breasts while he made those circular motions. He sucked a little harder, then gently tested her preferences with a single bite.
Anna hissed and climaxed right then and there.
She gasped for air in a surprisingly husky whine. Her fists began to shake, tapping against her thighs. She raised her knees until they bumped into him and could go no further. Her eyes, which had opened briefly, snapped shut. The waves of euphoria washed over her, and her miniaturized convulsions caused his bed’s springs to growl at the lovers on top of it.
Liam ignored it. Instead, he focused on the mesmerizing sounds and shifts in Anna’s body. Sounds and shifts he’d caused. She could climax just from her breasts. Oh, the ideas that rushed into his head were many and varied.
However, he slowed things down for now, focused on the present. He reduced the intensity of his massage and removed his mouth from Anna’s breast. He lifted his head, focusing on her as she came down from her climax. The first one she’d ever gotten from a guy?
It was probably not a great look to feel too prideful about that. She’d lived an unpleasantly restrictive life. Yet, at the very least, he allowed himself to feel good about what he’d accomplished.
“How was that?” he asked once she opened her eyes.
A lurid, satisfied shine to them, Anna smiled. Liam’s heart skipped a full beat.
“It was amazing,” she whispered, blushing as only Anna could do. “Umm…”
“More?” he asked, smiling.
“If it’s not too much trouble.”
“Trouble?” He almost laughed. “If you’ll let me keep at it, I’ll do this for the rest of the time you’re here.”
“But… I should do stuff for you.”
Another skip.
“Right now,” he said, mostly speaking the truth, “I want to keep doing this. If you’ll let me.”
She seemed unconvinced, even a bit concerned. Liam thought momentarily, then moved his mouth beside Anna’s ear.
“Let me earn something from you. If you think I’ve managed to do a good job, you can think of a reward for me. But don’t go easy on me, alright? Don’t let me slip up and get lazy.”
Anna stayed silent for a moment, but the tiny hairs on her neck had stood up when he’d breathed those warm words against her skin.
“Okay. That’ll be our new deal.”
Beaming at her, he started massaging her breast again. His mouth wasn’t so quick to return to her nipple. Instead, he began kissing up and down her neck, then sucking on it. She was also sensitive there, especially when he sucked hard.
Over an hour and a half later, he’d nearly kissed every spot of her unclothed body. Fourteen times. She’d climaxed fourteen times, and he never even removed her leggings. Even with a little break at the thirty-minute mark, during which he’d recommended she hydrate while he checked to ensure Grant hadn’t made his way back to their dorm, he had her at fourteen times. Just from her breasts.
Over the course of that hour and a half, he learned her preferences. He also discovered that she wasn’t particularly picky. In a way, it was probably a good thing that he’d had his encounters with Avril and Tess first. If not, if this night had happened first, he might have thought he didn’t need to improve all that much.
I’m going to keep getting better, Liam promised himself. Then, adding a “for you” at the end, he promised it to Anna with another whisper in her ear. She was hard-pressed to catch her breath at that time, so all she could manage was a nod.
He absolutely loved the sight of her breasts as they heaved, the sounds she made when she couldn’t resist her next dive into euphoria, and the feeling of her body, even as it collected a bit of sweat. Mostly hers, but a little was his. Their bodies were nearly scorching to the touch before long, after all.
“I’m so happy to be doing this with you,” Liam said, kissing Anna, then finding her tongue eager to meet his. That kiss lasted for a good minute, so he didn’t get a reply for a while.
But when he did, it set his soul ablaze with desire and affection.
“I wouldn’t want to do it with anyone else.”