The Wanted Ad Part X
The second half of Five Cherries, with Kyle, Denise, and Ryan's stories. More hints are given at their pasts and old relationships. You guys do want another piece of the Antonia puzzle right?

Sorry about the long, long gap in stories, I'm going to be trying really hard to post once a week instead of trimonthly. I'll do my best and accept orgasm denial as my punishment.

Feed the Stede, comments, comments, comments I beg! (Is a Mary Poppins reference too weird here?)

A bad ass walked down the hallway. The kind of man who men want to be like and women want to fuck, even ass to mouth!

"Goddammit Kyle," shouted Ryan, "quit trying to make this sound like bad internet porn! Tell the story right!"
"Alright! Alright!"

Kyle ran down the hallway, late for class again. He walked when he got to the door of classroom, trying to look casual.
"Estas tarde Senor Karlson."
"Lo siento Profesora."

Profesora Brown was pretty; pretty plain, that is. She had short brown hair, plain brown eyes, and her height and weight were pretty normal. Kyle had petitioned most of his first week of class to get transfered into Profesora Via Senor's class, who looked like a Latina model. In the end he was told her class was full and Profesora Brown, while not a native speaker, was fluent enough to teach first year Spanish. Kyle had never quite forgiven her for it.

"Get out a piece of paper, you can do the second half of the quiz."
"Can implies ability, Profesora, I believe you mean 'may' to imply permission. Unless you are affirming my ability to complete the second half of the quiz."
"Nevermind that Kyle, if you continue with that tone you'll get to complete the first half after school."
The first time she caught him talking to the hot girl next to him, she asked him politely to stop, on the second time, however, she wasn't quite so nice, "Kyle, are you going to stop talking or would you like to stay after school?"
When she went back to teaching he mumbled, "I'll bet she wants me to stay after school. . ."
She turned around with an angry look in her eyes, "See me for detention after school Senor."

He rolled his eyes, but came afterwards, sitting at a random desk while she had her head down correcting papers.
She broke the silence, "Kyle, what is wrong with you?"
Kyle shrugged, "Maybe I'm going through an adolescent phase?"
She snorted, "Pre-pubescent phase maybe. Do you have any idea how many notes I've collected in the past few days about you?"
Kyle had just broken up with a girl he'd been dating, "People talk, I can't help it if I'm a heartbreaker."
"Heartbreaker makes it sound a little too glamorous Kyle, what you are is a dick."
Kyle sat up, "What!? You can't say that!"
Profesora Brown leaned forward. "Kyle, I'm a well-respected teacher, you're an underachieving troublemaker with a history of lying. I could call you an asshole and the administration wouldn't believe you."

His heart was beating fast with anger and fear. What the fuck was going on?
"Girls hate you because you're an insensitive jerk, guys hate you because you're an asshole, and the entire football team hates you because you're an upstart low-life trying to usurp Garret Foster's position as quarterback. You think because you're talented, smart, and handsome you can continue like this? You're a freshman Kyle, do you want to be the most hated person in the school by the time you leave? Is that what you want your legacy to be? 'Thank God that Kyle guy is gone, he was such a god-damn douchebag.'"

Kyle looked around, "Am I on Candid Camera or something?"
She shook her head, "No Kyle, you're in detention. Put your head on your desk for the next 20 minutes and think about what I just said to you."

Kyle thought about it for the next 20 minutes. He thought about it after he left her room to go home. He thought about it while he played video games instead of doing homework. He was even thinking about it during the off-season workout in the weight-lifting room the next morning when he dropped the 45 pound weight plate.

His workout partner Sean jumped back, "What the fuck dude?"
"Dude, am I a dick?" Kyle picked up the weight.
"What?"
"Am I a dick?"
Jake walked over to see what had happened, "Dude, are you guys ok?"
"Yeah, Kyle just dropped the weight because he thinks he's a dick."
Kyle shook his head, "I don't think I'm a dick, someone just told me everybody hates me because I'm a dick? Dude, am I a dick?"
Jake shrugged, "I dunno man, you don't seem that bad. . . chicks are harsh."
"Yeah, but. . . this um, chick said all of the varsity guys hate me because I'm trying to usurp Garret Foster's position on the team?"
"Usurp? What the fuck does that mean?"
"Yeah dude, this isn't English class!"
Kyle sighed, "Like, am I trying to replace Garret Foster? Does varsity hate me cause of that?"
"Well. . . I dunno man. . . Garret was just a really cool guy and a great player so. . . I dunno, I guess it was kinda dickish that you kinda tried to take over the team."
"Oh. . ."

The rest of Kyle's day was that conversation on repeat. None of his friends or classmates wanted to say it directly to him, but it seemed the whole school thought he was a complete asshole. He was quiet through Spanish class, but stayed after everybody else had left.

She looked up from her papers, "Kyle, detention was just for yesterday."
"Yeah I uh, know. I'm here about what you said yesterday."
She raised an eyebrow, "Oh?"
Kyle picked up his backpack and put it on the desk in front of him, "I asked some people and they um. . ."
"Said you were a huge dick?"
He nodded, "Yeah."
"What are you looking for here Kyle?"
"What do I do?"
She stared at him, "Just stop being a dick." When he didn't say anything she continued, "You have to think about someone other than yourself stupid. What's best for the team? What's best for this relationship? How do you stay in a relationship for longer than two weeks? Apply yourself in school. Be nice to people Kyle, for no reason at all."
He swallowed and was silent for a time. "Ok."
"Baby steps Kyle, life isn't a movie; people don't change overnight."

When Kyle was younger he was severely overweight and went on a strict diet and exercise program in order to get down to a healthy weight. But changing his life in high school seemed harder. He was humbled, and he hated feeling that way. He spent long hours training by himself for football, talking to Garret Foster about leadership, and studying. He went a couple of months without dating any girls, although he often went to talk to Profesora Brown after school; a crush brewing inside of him after all of that time.

The next year he found himself attracted to a new kind of girl, nicer ones who weren't all cheerleaders or class presidents or other status symbols. . . girls he actually liked. Even the upperclassmen on the football team began to look up to him after Garret graduated; Coach told him he was the youngest team captain since 1967. As for Spanish class. . . his counselor never did understand why Kyle spent the first month trying to transfer out of Profesora Via Senor's class.

Kyle didn't talk to Profesora Brown nearly as much as he did that first year, and he never had a moment with her like that first day in detention until the day he graduated. She smiled when he walked into her classroom, his cap and gown stowed in his car. "I'm so proud Kyle, Captain of the football team, valedictorian---"


"Kyle," began Ryan, "I know for a fact you weren't valedictorian."
"Whatever."

"---graduating with honors, and you're not a---"
"Huge dick?"
Profesora Brown laughed, "I had to say something that would open your eyes Kyle."
Kyle laughed and shrugged his shoulders, "I don't blame you Profesora, I needed a swift kick in the ass!"
She laughed and gave him a hug which he eagerly returned. He didn't let go. Neither did she. He looked into her eyes and saw the same emotions that were running through his mind. He pressed his lips to hers.

"Ohhhh!" Chorused the whole group.
April was incredulous, "You're shitting us right?"
"Kyle. . . do you have sex with your Spanish teacher in this story?" Denise actually looked afraid.
"Will you guys just let me finish the story?"

She broke off the kiss, "Kyle we can't do this."
"We already are," he kissed her again.
She made a half-hearted attempt at pushing him away, "Kyle you're my student."
"Ex-student, I just graduated." He kissed her again and didn't let her break it off. She moaned in his mouth and leaned back against the desk. He slide his hand down the side of her body, letting it rest on her hip. She pushed it up to her chest. He flinched and broke off the kiss.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"I didn't think we'd do anything 'sides kiss."
She smiled, "You're an adult now Kyle, adults don't just make out."

He began to unbutton her shirt and she reached down to take off her pencil skirt. Kyle's heart thundered at the sight of his former Spanish teacher in her underwear. She kicked off her flats and rolled her pantyhose down off of her. She blushed and slipped her bra off. Her breasts were small, two small mounds of pink flesh ending in soft red nipples.

"Here," she took Kyle's hands and placed them on her breasts, "touch them, softly. Yes, now kiss me right here, right between my breasts."

She sighed in pleasure when Kyle complied, stroking her hands through his hair as he began to kiss her breasts. He pushed her back a little bit and she sat onto her desk. She hooked her thumbs in her waistband and pulled her panties off of her. All Kyle could do at that point was stare at the spot between her legs. She spread her thighs apart and beckoned him closer with a finger. "I want you to use your fingers to spread my lips apart, gently, do it very gently."

His hands were almost shaking when he spread her lips apart, feeling the heat and humidity of her want. He almost held her breath as he looked upon the wet folds of her pussy. "Now, lick between them slowly, all the way from the bottom to the top. Oh God yes, just like that Kyle, don't stop."

Kyle wouldn't have stopped for anything, he spread her folds open a little more and licked her faster. "No Kyle, slowly, I want this to last."

He reluctantly slowed down and a moan exited her mouth, only exciting him more. She took one of his hands and put it on a small, nipple-like bump just above her lips. "That's my clitoris, rub it up and down right on the very tip, not either side, but right in the middle. Mmf, oh Kyle, please don't stop! Rub me a little faster!"

Kyle rubbed her until his finger ached and he had to switch hands.
She laughed, "It's ok, you don't have to keep going." She started to unbutton his shirt. She placed her hands on his chest and rubbed up and down his muscular torso. She pulled him closer by his belt and covered his chest and stomach with her kisses. She slipped off his belt and pulled his pants down. He stepped out wearing only his boxers, the material stretched by his hard on. She gasped when his cock sprang into sight, her hands stroking over its length. Her fingers wrapped around the shaft and gently pulled him closer, guiding his head against the lips of her pussy.

"Push it in slowly, a little bit at a time." There was a moment of resistance and then Kyle felt the warm, wet folds of her body swallow him. He rocked the first few inches of cock in and out. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He pushed down on her hips and slowly pushed his entire length inside of her. She moaned, "Jesus you're big."

Kyle smiled with sheepish pride and slowly fucked her. He fought the urge to take her quickly as his blood boiled with desire. She closed her eyes as she leaned back onto a pile of Spanish books, brightly colored sombreros and pictures of Madrid peaking out from around the peach flesh of her body. He grabbed her body tightly and pressed into her with a little more force, his pace not changing as his hips met hers a little harder. Her heels dug into his ass, "I can't take it. . . go faster, please go faster!"

His cock jolted at her words even as he began to thump into her body. He could already feel the pleasure beginning to build, threatening to make him spill his load too quickly. He tried to slow down but she forced him forward with her heels. Just when he thought he could hold off his orgasm no longer, she screamed and grabbed Kyle to her with incredible strength. As she bucked into him, he felt himself slip over the edge and his cock pulsed as he shot semen into her.

Denise sat forward, "Then what? Are you going to tell us about what happened after the sex?"
Kyle smiled softly, "No. . . no, I save that one just for me."

"Wow. . . that's quite some story Kyle," Jessica shook her head.
April pretended to be deep in thought, "So what part of that was kinky; the sex with the teacher or the sex in the classroom?"
Kyle pretended to be angry and threw a pillow at her.
Denise smiled, "Kyle. . . do you ever talk to Professor Brown anymore?"

None of them had ever seen a smile crack like that, the muscles in his face twitching once in an effort not to break into an expression of pure sadness.

He sighed, "Profesora died the year after I graduated. She killed herself, and no one is quite sure why."
Denise and Jessica stood up at the same time, both of them walking over and wrapping their arms around Kyle. He stared at the ground, his face stuck between several emotions. April came up behind his chair, throwing her arms about his neck and pressing against him cheek to cheek. Ryan leaned forward as he looked on, neither standing up nor sitting back in his seat. After a little while Ryan stood, walking over to Kyle and standing in front of him until he looked up. Ryan made a strange grunting sound and kicked Kyle in the shins. There was a pause, then the group broke into laughter.

The girls all gave Kyle a kiss on the cheek, making him grin from ear to ear. Ryan looked on and laughed, "You're just trying to garner sympathy you bastard!"
"Quiet, or I'll forget to remind Denise that she owes us the story of how some guy became the luckiest man on Earth."
Denise blushed, "Kyle!"
"Ok, but one of the top three guys," he said, looking at April and Jessica. He stared at Jessica and frowned, "Er. . . top four."
Jessica showed him her middle finger, to which he replied, "Anytime baby."

Ryan turned to Denise, "So. . . story?"
Denise blushed, "Here is the thing. . ."
April sat forward, "You were also double penetrated? Or had sex with a teacher? You were double penetrated by your teachers? Did your Spanish, Math, and English teachers do a Tupperware?"
"What!?"
Ryan patted her on the shoulder, "Don't worry about it honey. And you, shut up."

Denise was even redder when she finally squeaked, "I do not have a story."
Jessica raised an eyebrow, "You're a virgin?"
She nodded sheepishly.
April sat on the arm of the chair next to her and rubbed her back, "It's ok, it actually makes sense. . . are you saving yourself for marriage?"

Denise paused, "I'm not sure. . . I did not date in high school and I did not want my first time to be with any of the guys in college."
Jessica was surprised, "You weren't allowed to date in high school?"
Denise shook her head.
Jessica was puzzled, "Well then how come you didn't date?"
Ryan sat up, but Denise continued to stare at the floor for a while. When she spoke her voice was almost a sob, "I was ugly."
"What!?" Jessica couldn't believe it.

April laughed, "Not sure if you've looked in a mirror lately, but you're gorgeous."
Ryan touched Denise's arm. She squeezed his hand, then pulled away from his touch, "No. . . and I certainly was not in high school."
Kyle smiled, "Come on Denise, we're you're friends; we're free to tell you that you're beautiful. God knows I'd bang you if it wasn't for Ryan."
Denise sighed, and walked down the hallway, Ryan stood up, "Denise."
"It is ok, I will be right back."
He looked at the others, but they only shrugged.

Denise returned, setting an 8x10 photo on the coffee table. It was a picture of three girls, two tall and one short. The tall ones were inhumanly beautiful, like beach volleyball players crossed with Victoria's Secret models. The shorter one had horrifying acne, braces, and her straight brown hair was pulled back. It was almost hard to recognize her as Denise.

Kyle stared at the picture, "Who are these girls?"
Denise's eyes were red, hot tears running down her cheeks, "My sisters . . . they are both perfect and I am. . . I am 23 and I still have to use Proactiv, wear my stupid retainer at night, and wear my hair down to keep my ears from sticking out."
Jessica's smile was stretched, "At least you have an awesome rack."
Denise glanced at the boys and looked down, her face bright red, "It. . . it is a water bra. . . it helps to keep my. . . nipples. . . from sticking out too much."

"Oh come on Denise," Jessica smiled, "you're gorgeous."
"I do not feel gorgeous."
April pressed her face against Denise's wet cheek as she hugged her, "I'm a porn star, and I'm jealous of those perfect looks and great body."
"What?"
"I am," April was grave. "Denise, you are so, so, so-so-so beautiful. Just because your sisters are other worldly Valkyries doesn't mean you're not pretty. Most girls would kill to be half as beautiful as you are."
Jessica snorted, "I know I would."
April glared at her, "I don't see anything to complain about there."
Denise smiled, "You are a very pretty girl Jessica."
"Well. . . " Jessica smiled, embarrassed.

Kyle sat forward, "Out of all of the girls I've ever known, you three are among the most beautiful. Ryan, agree."
"Yeah, they are. . . I mean, you guys are. . ." Ryan's eyes met April's reluctantly, "all of you."

"See Denise, two hot boys and two hot girls just said you were hot, it's official. You may have your pick of either sex." April motioned to the four of them like they were a buffet.
"That is ok. . . I think I will stick with the boys."
Jessica rubbed her shoulder, "Cheer up Denise, Ryan still has to tell us his story."

Ryan sighed, "Do I have to?"
April was mock-outraged, "That was the whole point of this!"
He sighed again, "Alright."

The desk dented as Ryan slammed his fist into it again and again. Ryan's roommates, Kyle and Derek, looked on mutely as he continued to smash the particleboard side.

Derek sighed, and walked over to sit at the desk. "Ryan, dude, you can't keep freaking out over this whole Antonia thing. She's going nuts because of everything in her life, she'll be back when she gets her shit together."
Kyle nodded, "She's not a bad girl. . . she's just. . . kinda fucked up in the head."
"No," exhaled Ryan, "she's a fucking bitch."

"My, how things have changed," smiled April.
"Yeah I was an idiot," grumbled Kyle. Kyle cut Ryan off when he opened his mouth, "Just continue with the damn story."

Kyle sighed, "How about we just take you out and get you fucked up."
Ryan grabbed his jacket, "Let's roll."
Kyle rolled his eyes, "Derek, you coming?"
He shook his head, "My liver needs a break every now and then."
Ryan tugged his jacket on, "We going to Julio's?"
Kyle frowned, "What am I, made of money? We're going to the Phi House."

Phi House was off to one side of campus. The Phis weren't as prestigious as the Alphas or the Thetas (who threw better parties) but they were well known for their pranks. Last year they had gained infamy by removing every toilet seat from every girls' bathroom on campus. No one was sure how they got the keys to every building, and the only clue it was their house was the massive letter phi made out of toilet seats on the Green.

The noise level was surprisingly low outside of the house for there to be a party, but two Phis were standing near the entrance.
"Did you guys BYOB?"
Kyle shook his head, "Nope."
"Five dollar cover charge a piece then."
Kyle was surprised, "'s it?"
Ryan shoved a $10 bill in the guy's chest and walked inside; he heard Kyle explain, "Women," before following him.

The music was unbelievably loud on the inside, a complete change from the quiet exterior. One of the other party goers saw their expressions and laughed, "One of the only useful things Alumnus Alex learned in Acoustics, how to set up stereos to maximize volume inside a structure and minimize it outside. Whatcha drinking?"
"Vodka," the pair chorused.
"Over there," he motioned to a folding card table covered in clear bottles.
Ryan shrugged, "Guess they really enjoy their vodka."
Kyle poured two smalls glasses of vodka, "My kind of fellows."
Ryan finished his glass in one go, glaring back at Kyle, "What? It's Popov, you don't enjoy the subtle flavor of Popov."
Kyle knocked it back, "Point taken." He refilled their glasses.
Ryan downed it again, "How much of this can we drink?"
"Don't turn around," murmured Kyle.
"What?" He turned around. His unconscious brain recognized something in his periphery and registered fear before his eyes even focused on Antonia.

"Fuck."

She bit her lip when their eyes met, then started to walk over. He turned around and slugged the entire glass.
"Hey."
He didn't turn around at her voice, but held his glass out to Kyle, who filled it, but with a concerned look on his face.
"Ryan."
"I don't want to talk, leave me alone." He sipped the vodka while he left the room.

Ryan wandered until he found a study off by itself, sitting down in the darkness to sip his drink. He heard strange smacking noises off in one corner. Great, people were making out in the room.
"Hey, stop that."
"Just relax baby."
"Not in here."
"Come on, we're alone."
"Ouch, stop that!"

Ryan flicked the light on, "Get your drunk ass out of here."
The guy stumbled off of the girl and glared at Ryan, "What the fuck man?!"
"Get. Out. Of. Here." His fingers made a scraping sound against the calluses of his palm as he clenched his hand into a fist.
"Dude, fuck off!" The guy stuck out a hand to shove his shoulder, but Ryan turned his body sideways into a roundhouse kick. The kick lashed out with the snap of a bullwhip and the force of a baseball bat into the guy's temple. His head rolled to one side and he fell backwards like he'd lost his balance, but he didn't stand up again.

"Ryan, did that really happen!?" Denise was stunned.
Ryan scratched the back of his head, "Yeah. . . basically."
"Ryan. . . Ryan was a different back then. He had just left the boot camp he calls a dojang up north and he walked around like the villain in a bad kung fu movie." Kyle's smile was weak.
"It was hard not to. . . respond to things with physical force at first." He rubbed his thumb over his knuckles.
Denise smiled and squeezed his hand, "But. . . you have changed."
He smiled, "Yeah. . . but that's another story."
April shrugged and put her feet up on Jessica's lap, "What about this one?"

Ryan ignored the people as they flocked in to check on the health of the unconscious body. He reached down and pulled the girl up, his forearm pressing against the soft flesh of her stomach as he tugged her away from the crowd. He moved fast enough that they were outside before she started to protest.

"Ok, ok," she shouted, pushing away from him, "not that I'm not glad to be away from that jerk, but you don't have to frog march me down the street."

She was beautiful. She was short and dark, with long, shiny dark brown hair. She had full lips and her dark eyes twinkled in the street lights. He tried not to let his eyes run over her full curves and busty chest.

He sighed and shrugged, "Whatever."
"Thank you."
He snorted, "If you want to thank me you can buy me a drink."
She drew back, "What?"
"I didn't finish my drink," he suddenly felt guilty, "you know what, nevermind. . . bad night."
She shrugged, "Sometimes that's when you need a drink the most. Come on, I'll buy you one drink."

In the end she didn't buy him one drink, she bought him three. He was silent, and she didn't ask him anything until he finished his third drink, then she broke the silence. "So what's making you drink so hard. . . and be so dour?"
"You wouldn't get it."
She laughed, "I'll take that to mean that you've got girl problems."
"What!?"
She laughed and turned towards him on her bar stool, "You had that look on your face like 'she's a girl, she's going to side against me.' It's not a conspiracy you know; we're not always against you guys."
He gave her the Look, "'You guys'?"
"Fair enough. . . I don't suppose you want to talk about, do you?"
He chewed on a piece of ice, "Why do you care?"
She shrugged, "I don't know, just do."
He set his glass down, "Yeah, right."
"Suit yourself."
"Listen um. . ." he stared at her.
"Maria Victoria," she supplied, "does this mean it's time to go Ryan?"
"Yeah. . ." he stumbled outside, bumping past the bouncer. "Wait, how did you know my name?"
"You told me it the first time you asked for my name."
"Oh well, thanks for the drink. . . drinks. . ."
She caught him by the wrist as he turned to leave, "Hey, thanks for what you did, that was brave of you."
"Yeah."
She wouldn't let him pull away, "You can't take a compliment can you?"
He frowned, "What? Let go."
She held her ground, "Listen, you may know kung fu, but don't make me use my judo."
He gave her an incredulous look, "Judo?"
"Yeah," she tossed her hair and gave him a serious look, "judon't know if I got a gun, judon't know if I got a knife!"
He stared at her.
"Aww, come on, you know you weren't expecting that. Oh! Is that a smile, yeah look at that, he can smile!" Her grin was infectious. He found his drunken eyes drawn to the way her neckline plunged just enough that he could see a tiny piece of black lace peaking out.
She laughed and pointed at her face, "Eyes up here please."
He blushed, "S-sorry."
"It's ok. . . so how about you come back to my room and let me thank you?"
"What!? No. Sorry."
"Suit yourself." She laughed when he didn't walk away, "Second thoughts on that field?"
He snorted derisively and looked away.
"Listen, I don't want to influence your thought process, but let me just say this: I am a great kisser." She tugged his chin toward her and used her full lips to cover his. Her kiss was soft but demanding, as if she could force him to change his mind. She moaned as they pulled apart.

His face was hot, "I'm not going to sleep with you."
She patted his cheek, "You're not going to do anything you don't want to do."

Jessica laughed, "Are you taking notes Mistress?"

She grabbed onto him and walked arm in arm with him down the street back to the college. Her dorm was on the opposite side of campus from his, but luckily that happened to be the side to which they were closest. She unlocked the door to her residence hall and motioned him inside, squeezing his ass as he walked past her. They were all over each other before the door to her single room closed.

She pulled off her shirt while they kissed, a hot pink bra with black lace trim holding in her heavy breasts. He lowered his head and mauled her breasts, sucking the exposed flesh and pulling back the cups to softly bite her nipples. She grabbed his hair and forced his head back, pushing him against a wall while she ripped his pants and shirt off. She kissed down his stomach, stopping at his boxers to lick him through the fabric. When she pulled his underwear down she rubbed her cheek against his shaft, licking the underside until he twitched.

"Go lay on the bed," she told him, slowly stripping off her clothes as he watched. She stood up on the bed, rubbing her foot along the inside of his thigh. She stroked a toe up the bottom of his erection then went back to rubbing his legs. She walked up the bed and held her foot above him, waiting until he opened his mouth to dip her toe inside. When he licked the bottom of her foot she turned around, pinning the shaft to his stomach while she stroked him with her foot. He moaned, grabbing the sheets as she moved her foot tortuously slow.

"Don't cum on my feet ok?" When he didn't answer she laughed, sitting on him so that his cock was pinned between her wet pussy and his abs. She began to slowly rock her hips forward, his slippery cock rubbing back and forth between her lips. She bent forward slightly so that her clit would rub against the head of his cock. She moaned and twitched her hips back and forth in short strokes, Ryan was already writhing underneath her.

She grabbed his cock firmly in her hand and slipped it inside of her, crying out like a porn star when she was penetrated. She reached down to rub herself as she lifted herself up with her thighs. She let his head slip in and out of her a few times before she dropped all the way down on his pelvis, rocking him hard. She did it again and again; teasing him and then fucking him hard. She leaned over and rubbed herself furiously, crying out loudly as she neared an orgasm. He grunted and pushed her onto her back, repositioning so that he could pound inside of her. She screamed as she came, her hips meeting him again and again until he pumped his cum inside of her. He continued to pump softly into her until exhaustion made him roll over next to her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and he pulled her close to him by her soft waist. She kissed his cheek, "I think you should stay here."
"Huh, why?"
She smiled, "Because I'm going to need that at least two more times tonight."
He laughed, "Then what are we waiting for?"

"So did you end up dating her?" Denise folded her arms and frowned.
"Well," Ryan frowned, "I would have. . . if I hadn't found out she was dating one of my roommates."
"Oh my God!"
April laughed, "Wasn't Kyle one of your roommates?"
"Yes. . ." Ryan glanced at Kyle, "it was him actually."
"What!?" Denise sat forward suddenly.
"So, she did the foot thing for you too? I miss that to this day." Kyle starred wistfully into the distance.
"No. . ." Jessica looked at April for confirmation, but she only gave a confused smile.
"It was really awkward the first time all three of us were in our room together." Ryan blushed and smiled sheepishly.
Kyle shrugged, "Only for you, we were in an open relationship."
"Are you serious!?" Denise was flabbergasted.
April leaned over and patted Denise's head, "It's ok Denise, they were all consenting adults."

"College wasn't made of my proudest moments in life," Ryan said before yawning.
"Feeling tired?" Denise asked.
"I know I am," Jessica confessed.
Kyle stretched, "I think we're all pretty tired."
"It is late," declared Denise as she looked at the clock, "you should all stay here tonight."
April raised an eyebrow, "Do you have enough room for everyone?"
Denise nodded, "Four bedrooms and a couch."
Kyle looked around, "Who's going to take the couch?"
"I will," declared April.
"What!?" Ryan shook his head, "I will."
April looked confused, "I said I would."
Ryan was adamant, "Yeah, and you're not, I'm going to."
"What does it matter?"
"Just take one of the beds!"
She folded her arms, "Is this a code of honor thing? Can you not let a lady sleep on the couch? Oh. . . it is, isn't it? Aww, I'm flattered you think of me as a lady, Ryan."
He stood up, "No, but what I think of you of also has four letters in it."
April was aghast, "WHAT!?"
"Denise, will you tell her where a bedroom is?"

April sneered at Ryan, "Do you know why you're not going to sleep on the couch? Because if you do, we're going to fuck. I'm going to sit on your cock and take every slippery, wriggling inch inside of me. 'S that a good enough reason for you Ryan?"
He glared back at her, "Sure, go ahead and fall back on your old standby; sex is the answer to everything right?"
"The words of a sore loser," she grabbed Denise's arm, "come on, you can show me where the bedding is."
The pair left, Jessica following wordlessly.

"What the fuck was that?" Kyle threw his arms up.
Ryan sat down, "I dunno. She fucking makes me lose it."
"Not what I meant, you never slept with MV."
Ryan stared at the floor, "Yeah, I know."
"So that story was a total crock?"
Ryan sighed, "Yeah."
"Antonia."