Visiting Bailey at College, part 1 [m21/f21] | 2016

A while after the camping trip, Bailey went back for her second year of school at the state college. It wasn't far enough to be considered a long distance relationship, but a two hour drive did make having sex difficult in the frequency that we wanted.

Luckily this year she had her own dorm. The previous year, she'd had a roommate, which resulted in more than a few awkward moments when she'd take almost daily pictures or videos of herself for me. On the other hand, it made for awesome sexy fun when we would sext in the wee hours of the morning and she couldn't take care of herself for fear of the roommate waking catching her.

I digress. This year, she had the dorm to herself, which opened up a world of possibilities. Not only did we sext and send videos every single day, I could now visit her and fuck her brains out in person. Unfortunately, work and school meant that I only got the opportunity to do this once. Holy fuck did we make it count though.

I arrived in the college town early, and decided to grab lunch, listen to Bowie, and text her every dirty thought I could think while she sat helplessly in class.

"I can't wait to feel your lips wrapped around my cock ;)"

"I can't wait to drink your cum." She replied.

"God, I'm so fucking hard. I just want to throw you onto the bed, push your knees up to your shoulders, and slam into you as hard and as fast as I can."

"Please!"

"You know that I'm going to lick your cunt until you can't stand it, right? It's been months since I've tasted you. I'm not going to let you stop me. Maybe I'll even tie you up."

"Gods, I hope so. I want to taste myself on your tongue."

"How wet are you?" I asked.

"There is a noticeable wet spot on my chair. I'm afraid to get up."

"Is there anyone around you?" I couldn't suppress a wicked grin.

"Not really. There's a girl a few chairs down, and a guy a few rows up, but I'm mostly in the back."

"Good." I said. "Taste yourself."

"I'm in class!" She responded immediately.

"I know. Slip your fingers into your soaking wet pussy and then lick them clean. Imagine they're my cock," I bit my lip nervously, excitedly.

"That's going to be hard, they're nowhere near as big ;)" she sent, cheekily.

I wasn't going to let her get out of this. I wanted to know again, after weeks apart, that she was mine, that she would do anything that I said. "Tell me when you have."

"Ok." Came back after a pause. A few minutes later, "I can't believe I just did that! Now all I smell is me!"

"How good do you taste?" I asked, imagining the taste and smell of her in my head.

"So fucking good."

"Do you think you'd taste better with my cum dripping out of you?"

"Gods, this class is taking forever. I'm squirming in my seat and I can't stop!"

I smiled to myself and put down my phone. While I enjoyed a cup of coffee and took in the damp autumn air, I knew that she was being tortured by her own imagination.

About twenty minutes later, I spotted her walking across the street quickly in my direction. She was wearing jeans that made her ass look amazing, and a green sweater that played with her purple hair. As she got closer, I could see that her nipples were standing out against the sweater, and I doubted it was from the cold.

"Hey, you--" I began, but was cut off as she grabbed me by the collar and crushed her lips into mine, immediately shoving her tongue into my mouth and grabbing my cock through my jeans right in plain sight on the Starbucks patio. I noted the intoxicating flavor of her own juices on her lips.

"Bathroom." She breathed once she'd let go of me. "Now." It was not a request.

She set off, taking my hand. It was the middle of the day on a college campus, so it wasn't like there was no one around. I definitely caught a few people glance up at our hurried pace, and managed to see one girl roll her eyes when we both ran into the same bathroom.

Before the door even clicked shut, Bailey was undoing my pants, practically throwing herself to her knees. In the time it took me to turn and lock the door, she had my cock down her throat.

I let out a groan that was definitely too loud and leaned back against the door, watching her engulf as much of my length as she could. Only seconds later, I heard squishing sounds that weren't coming from her mouth and looked down to see that her hand was working frantically inside of her unbuttoned pants.

She took me out of her mouth and began licking me from my balls to my tip with long, flat strokes of her tongue, moaning every time her tongue made contact. In all the years leading up to Bailey and since, I've never seen a woman truly worship a cock like she did. She was desperate, yet reverent, trying with ever movement to produce as much pleasure for me as possible.

She took me back into her mouth again, but I knew we didn't have much time before someone came to haul us out. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pushed her as far down my length as she could go. Her unoccupied hand clawed into my abdomen and I could feel her tongue tickling my balls while she tried to swallow my whole length.

I pulled her up by her hair and spun her around, bending her over the sink. Wasting no time, I ripped her jeans and panties down to her knees and slammed by full length into her in one hard shove. I grinned savagely at her expression in the mirror, eyes and mouth as wide open as possible in a silent scream.

Without hesitation, I pulled almost my full length out of her, feeling her dripping lips grip every inch of me, and then slammed back into her just as hard as the first time. I picked up speed, slamming the full length of my cock into her over and over.

"Shit!" She cursed, lowering her head. I grabbed a fist of hair again, pulling her head back so that I could see her eyes rolling back into her head. She seemed to be in a trance, totally in another space while I railed her with everything that I had. Then, suddenly, she slammed both hands on the counter and doubled over, quivering violently, legs shaking and wobbly, as she came.

We didn't have time to take it slow though, so I picked her up by the waist and shoved my cock back into her while she was still spasming wildly.

One of her hands flew to the mirror, clawing at the wall. I pushed one of my own up her sweater to find that she wasn't wearing a bra. I smiled at her reflection while I played with her nipple, twisting and pinching it while I bit her neck.

Her face showed all the pleasure in the world, eyes locked on mine. "You feel so good," she mouthed silently, "so fucking good."

I could feel myself get close from the relentless pace. Normally I would back off, but we were very obviously close to being caught, so I threw myself into it, redoubling my efforts. I could feel her hips slamming into the counter violently, but neither of us cared.

I could feel every silky, wet fold of her gripping me with all of her strength. "Shit, shit, shit!" She whispered through grit teeth, clawing at the wall and my hand, fully at my mercy.

When she broke down again, I couldn't hold out anymore. I doubled over her, holding on to her tightly while she spasmed again and again around me. I exploded inside of her, feeling every muscle in my legs, arms, and core seize. Every ounce of strength that I had went into fucking my cock as deep into her as humanly possible, pinning her to the counter while shock after shock rocked my whole body, down to the hairs on my head.

We both looked at each other in the mirror, me still buried inside of her, and smiled. We both know that this was going to be an amazing weekend.