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Enjoying it wasn't part of her plan


Emily, the girl who lived across the hall, had been scarce throughout most of our first year, spending a lot of time with her boyfriend, though I did get to know her through student council and volunteer groups. Physically, she was somewhat plain and heavy-set, not at all my type.

At the start of second year, I had just broken up with my previous girlfriend. After a student meeting, Emily IM'd me, asking me to come over to her room. I thought nothing of it. There were any number of things she might want to talk about.

She invited me in, and I sat on the one chair in her small dorm room, while she sat on the bed.

"You're not into me, are you?" she asked.

"Uh, no," I answered confusedly, wondering if I'd accidentally flirted with her at some point.

"Good, that's what I thought. I'm looking for someone where there's no mutual attraction, and I thought that might be you. You see, Mark's studying abroad this year. He and I agreed we could see other people if we need to, but I want to make sure I don't get too attached with anyone else. I just know that if I tried to stay faithful for the entire semester, I'd probably start getting crushes on other guys, and maybe falling for someone. It'll be much safer just to keep getting laid regularly, in a way that won't distract me from my relationship with Mark. Are you interested in doing that twice a week?"

At that point in my life, I wasn't in the habit of saying no, particularly when it came to propositions of sex.

"Sure," I said.

"Okay, here's how it's going to work. I want this to be as unsatisfying as possible. No foreplay, we just get naked, you stick it in me, use me until you cum, and that's it. No other stimulation, no need for me to cum. Got it?"

I nodded, even though this all sounded strange, about as far removed as possible from my experiences with women so far.

"Good. Let's get undressed."

She wasted no time slipping out of her sweatshirt and sweatpants, and lay back on the bed, spreading her legs wide. I had never expected to see Emily naked, and while she wasn't really my type, the female form was a sight to behold in any shape.

I stripped and climbed on the bed with her. She handed me a condom, and I unwrapped it and rolled it down over my penis, though it was a bit of a tight fit. My body looming over hers, I instinctively leaned down to kiss her, but she turned away.

"We aren't going to kiss. Just get to it," she said.

I was already hard, even if I scarcely understood why I was doing what I was doing. Propositioning me, even in her detached way, must have been a turn on for her; as the tip of my penis nestled into her labia, I found her slick and hot.

I started to press gently into her, and her chest started to rise and fall with our mutual excitement, until she realized she was enjoying it.

"Just push it all the way in," she said.

I did as she said, burying my cock in her as deep as it would go. She gasped, but her indifferent expression quickly returned, to my dismay. She stared off into space as I thrust in and out of her, until I quickly approached the precipice.

"I'm going to cum," I said.

"Good," she said, as if she wanted it over with.

I spent my load into the tip of the condom and withdrew. I still felt rather strange about what we had done.

"Was that what you wanted?" I asked as I pulled the condom off and threw it in the trash.

"Pretty much," she said, getting up off the bed and putting her clothes back on. It was beyond me how she could invite me into her bed and then resist every impulse to enjoy it.

I went to her room at the same a couple of days later. She invited me in without a smile or a word, and undressed right away. This time she knelt on the bed, and had me get behind her.

I tried pressing into her snatch, but she wasn't as wet as before. I thought it might help if I fingered her, but she pushed my hand away. She spit on her hand and smeared it on her hole, and then I was able to slip my latex-covered cock into her. She was tighter than before, but less aroused. It took me a few minutes of thrusting into her to get off. I held her hips tightly to mine as I emptied my balls into the rubber. As soon as I relaxed my grip, she pulled away and got dressed.

"I'm sorry," I said. It felt like such a poor sexual performance on my part, given how little she had enjoyed it.

"Don't be. You did just what I wanted," she said.

The next time was much the same, but without much lubrication between us, I had trouble penetrating her, and then once I did, the friction was too much, and the condom slipped off inside of her. I noticed right away when I felt my skin directly against her vaginal walls, and I think she could tell the difference too. She started to enjoy it a bit more, which she of course couldn't allow herself. We stopped, she fished out the used condom, and I put on a new one. Things went easier after that, I think because she'd started to get aroused from having my bare cock in her briefly.

It had only been a week and a half since we had started doing this, when I next went to her room according to our schedule. Again I had trouble penetrating her unaroused pussy with a condom on. She suggested that I take it off, but I absolutely had to pull out. As strange as our little arrangement was, I was having intercourse on a regular, frequent basis, and was reluctant to give that up, even if I'd had better sex with other girls. So I didn't want to mess up and end it. I pressed into her without a condom on, and it was indeed easier, and I think more pleasurable for her, because she immediately told me to just get on with fucking her.

I warned her I was about to cum, hoping she would change her mind about having me pull out. But she pulled away and jacked me off to completion.

I guess she had enjoyed that time bareback a little too much, because the next time I went over to her room, she knelt on the bed, but this time she had her laptop open in front of her.

"I have some reading to do," she explained. "Let's get on with it."

So she read her Foucault or whatever on her laptop while I fucked her doggy style. For whatever reason, I lasted longer this time, and eventually I felt her start to tense around me. She didn't show many signs externally of her impending orgasm until it hit. She screamed, and her pussy clenched around me. I pulled out at the last second, and my cum spurted onto her bedsheets.

"Sorry," I said as I sat down on the bed, feeling spent. "For making you orgasm."

"Don't worry," she said. "It was bound to happen sometime."

From that point forward, she would often try to multitask while we had sex, maybe to distract herself from the sex. The next time I was with her, her phone started ringing while I was thrusting in and out of her.

She picked it up, and keeping her voice steady, she said, "Hi mom. No, nothing much, just studying."

Their conversation went on for a few minutes, with Emily straining to keep any hint of exertion out of her voice. While at the same time, the distraction of the phone call must have made her forget to not enjoy the feeling of what I was doing to her, because her cunt quickly grew sopping wet. I reached a hand around to her front and fondled a breast, something she had never let me do before. The couldn't scold me while she was on the phone, but her hand came to mine on her breast. I expected her to pull my hand away, but she pressed it tighter to her.

As soon as she said goodbye to her mom, she was well on her way to orgasm. But so was I, and I warned her of it. She pulled her bum away from me, and pulled a condom out of the drawer and rolled it on me, so she could use my body and I wouldn't have to pull out early. Then she sat me down on her bed and straddled me, sinking onto my pole and then pulling herself up. I still came too soon, filling the condom with my sperm while she continued to hump me, too far gone to stop. When she did cum with a whimper, her vaginal muscles squeezed my waning erection out of her.

Things were changing between us, try as we might to ignore it. When it had started, I hadn't considered Emily my "type", but now I found her hotter than ever, and found myself looking at other girls who reminded me of her. Now when we had sex, the game was for me to try to get her worked up like that without breaking the terms of our arrangement, while she'd try to be as indifferent as possible to how it felt, even as her body betrayed her.

Sometimes it would be quick and dry like those first few times, but I think that was secretly a disappointment for us both. I was addicted to feeling her orgasm around me with my bare skin against her vaginal walls, her pussy squeezing and pulling me inward, her body demanding something I was forbidden from doing. Once in a while she would get worked up enough to take control and use my body for her own pleasure, but I always had to wear a condom for that so that she wouldn't have to stop when I finished.

One time that gave us a scare. I had already ejaculated in the condom once when she came, and her thrusting down on me and pulling up pulled the condom right off. We stopped immediately, both of us immensely unsatisfied and scared, and she got the morning after pill the next day.

The semester went by quickly, and I knew that I had a limited number of opportunities left with Emily before she would be back together with her boyfriend. So I gave into my instincts and risked it all. She was approaching her orgasm as I thrust into her from behind. She tried to hide it, but by now I knew her tells. The curl of her toes, the redness that spread down her neck and shoulders. And I knew I was cumming soon. But rather than warn her and risk putting a premature end to our session, I kept going. She reached her climax, and when I felt her pussy grip down on me, that sent me over the edge. I pushed myself deep into her and spurted my seed into her. I could tell she felt it because her scream jumped up an octave, and felt her pussy milking it out of me.

"I told you not to do that," she said, still panting. "It's not safe."

As my euphoria subsided, I was confronted with the reality of what I had done. I had possibly gotten her pregnant against her will. It could destroy my life and hers, and her relationship with her boyfriend which was ostensibly what this all had been for.

"I'm so sorry. If you don't want to do this again, I completely understand," I said. "I'll do whatever you need me to do."

"I think you should go," she said.

I went back to my room, and I wasn't sure what to expect. The day we were next meant to be together, I was in my room, and received an IM from Emily asking if I was coming over.

I went over there, not expecting to get laid this time after what had happened. We talked a bit, and she said that if she couldn't trust me to pull out, then I'd have to wear condoms again. We only had a couple weeks left in the semester, and she didn't want to have to find someone new. I agreed, even though now I knew what I was missing out on. We undressed, and I rolled the condom on, and slipped into her from behind. She didn't cum that time, but I fucked her and filled the condom, and that was all she wanted me to do. It felt like I was back at square one after working so hard at breaking down her barriers.

The next time, she changed the rules, and let me fuck her bareback again. I guess she wanted to feel it. She said the rubber had left her feeling raw. That time she was paying close attention so she'd be able to tell when I was about to cum and pull away. I think paying close attention to the feeling of me inside her also made her get off more easily. She orgasmed before I was even close. As soon as she felt me start to swell inside her, she turned around and took me in her mouth, which was a first. She wasn't especially good at giving head, but it was more satisfying than a handjob, and she swallowed all that I gave her.

I had always wondered how much she had told her boyfriend about what she was doing with me, but I soon found out. Next time I was in her bed, rutting her from behind, he called her cellphone, and she answered it. I didn't pay much attention to what they were saying to each other, just that she was getting very aroused.

Then she said into the phone, "Yeah, he's here right now." A second later she turned on the speakerphone, and Mark said hi to me while I was balls-deep in his girlfriend. I awkwardly said hi back to him, trying to make it not obvious that I was exerting myself.

Emily said, "I'll have to call you back sweetie, I'm kind of busy right now." I could tell she was getting close to orgasm.

"Is he fucking you right now?" Mark asked over the speakerphone.

A nervous moment of silence passed, and then Emily answered, "He is."

"Is he going to make you cum?" Mark asked. I wondered if he was jealous.

"Honey, I really have to go," Emily said. I wondered why she seemed hesitant to answer him. It was obvious to me that she was going to orgasm soon.

"Please, Emily, can you stay on the line? I want to hear you cum."

I knew she was getting close, but the situation was driving me nuts as well. And I knew that if I got too close to cumming, then we'd have to stop before she could.

I whispered in her ear, "Emily, if we don't stop, I'm going to--"

"We'll talk soon. Love you," Emily said to Mark right before she disconnected the call.

She climbed off the bed, got me a condom, and then rode me until we came together.

"Mark has never made me climax," she explained as she put her clothes back on afterwards. That was why she didn't want her boyfriend to hear her scream. "When he gets back, we have to stop."

"I know," I said. The phone call had put me at ease that Emily wasn't sneaking around behind Mark's back, but now I felt like I was caught in the middle of their relationship. And it sucked, because I had come to really like Emily and spending all that time with her.

It was the last week of the semester, and the last time that Emily and I were planning to hook up. She had a nightgown on when I came to her room, and slipped out of it, and lay down on the bed. I stripped and joined her there. She was laying on her back, which a position we hadn't used since that first time, and she wasn't distracting herself with reading material or anything. Though classes were all but over, so there wasn't much of that left to do.

I joined her on the bed, my cock slipping into her already slippery slit, our bodies conjoining. I moved slowly at first. Even if I wasn't meant to, I wanted to cherish this moment. And I felt her respond to every movement of mine, in a way she never had before. She was unrestrained, unsuppressed, and her passion rose quickly. With my free hand, I reached for her breast, and her hand held mine there.

We took our time, but eventually my urgency built up.

"I'm going to cum soon," I said.

"I can tell," she said with a smile. Everything we had been through had made us finely attuned to each others' tells.

I reached over to her nightstand and opened the drawer to get a condom, but the drawer was empty. I knew it hadn't been a couple days ago.

"They're all gone," I said.

"I threw them away," she said.


"It wasn't meant to turn out this way. I had done everything possible to prevent this from happening, and it happened anyway," she said, my cock still in her.

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

"That time you came inside me, I've never felt anything like that, and I can't stop thinking about it. And it made me reconsider what I was doing with Mark. What I was denying myself for him. And I decided it wasn't worth it. I want to feel you cum inside me again."

"But what about the risk?" I asked.

"There is no risk now. I should have had my period a week ago."

"I'm about to--" I said. She cut me off with a kiss, as I emptied myself into her, and the spreading warmth set off her orgasm, one of many.

Unlike before, we stayed conjoined in bed afterwards, talking until our organs came back to life. Emily had decided to leave Mark, as long as we could keep having sex twice a week. I told her we could do more than that.

I spent most of the rest of the week in her bed. We made love multiple times a day. Even though we had been hooking up all semester long, it felt like we were making up for lost time when it came to making out, kissing each other all over, and sharing mutual pleasure.

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great job of describing in detail and making the suspense build


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Very good story did you stay together


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A wonderfully written erotic beauty!!


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I'd like to have someone like her .......


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yes was nice story