I tried to get back to the dorm early the following morning, while Andrea was still asleep. As quietly as possible, I slipped into our room, but my efforts proved futile, for she immediately popped her head up from her pillow and flashed a bleary grin.
“You were down to fuck Mystery Guy on the first date?” She playfully wiggled her eyebrows. “When do I get to meet him?”
I stood there in my rumpled dress, hyperaware that I wore only a bra and stockings beneath it. True to his word, Gabe had kept my panties. He’d also fucked me soon after we woke up, but this time, he was considerate enough to come all over my tits instead of inside me.
“We don’t want my cum leaking out of your pussy on your way back to school, do we?” he’d teased.
Though I’d taken a shower before he and I ate breakfast, I still felt that anyone who glanced at me could tell I’d acted like a whore last night.
And Andrea was giving me far more than a glance. Trying to hide my embarrassment, I shrugged and said, “We’re keeping things casual right now. It’s way too early for introductions.”
My roommate made a noncommittal sound, then lay back down. I waited until she turned her back to me before I put on some panties.
Gabe and I can do this, I told myself while carefully removing my stockings. We can keep this a secret.
I didn’t see him again until a few days before Christmas. Though we texted frequently, and I called him when I had some privacy, my days were busy with classes, studying, and getting ready for the holidays. I was determined to do well on all my final exams, so I spent my weekends studying late into the night.
My relief at the end of my first college semester was like a tangible presence accompanying me as I left campus. Not only would I have weeks off for winter break, but I’d also be stopping by Gabe’s on my way home.
It was mid-afternoon when I pulled into his driveway. He was already there, having taken half a day off work. Climbing out of the car, I shivered in the December wind. Gabe must have been watching for me, because he opened the door while I was still climbing the porch steps.
“Hello, gorgeous,” he greeted me with a grin.
I suddenly felt underdressed in a black turtleneck and jeans. Gabe had shed his suit coat and tie, but his outfit, worn to the office earlier, remained almost intimidatingly formal.
Once we were inside and I was able to safely step into his embrace, he lowered his lips to mine. I tasted liquor in that kiss. Of course, I’d seen Gabe’s impressive liquor cabinet and knew he often enjoyed unwinding with a drink in the evenings, but he rarely drank in my presence. The fact that he couldn’t offer me any booze only served to emphasize the vast age gap between us.
“I bet you aced every one of your exams,” he said, smoothing my hair back from my face.
I gazed up at him in fascination. Even now, it surprised me when he showed his tender side. I’d never expected to be the recipient of such kindness from him.
“We’ll see,” I replied, but I secretly, desperately hoped Gabe was right. “I’ll find out soon enough.”
“And I want to be the first person you tell when you make the Dean’s List.”
I giggled like an idiot while basking in his praise. As he took my hand and led me to the couch, I asked, “Are you all ready for Christmas?”
“I think so. Speaking of which…” Before sitting next to me, Gabe retrieved an envelope from the coffee table. “I’ll give you a proper present on Christmas morning, but this is one you can have early.”
I looked at him in confusion. When he raised his eyebrows expectantly, I took the envelope and carefully opened it.
“Gabe, one gift is plenty. I don’t need anything extra…” My voice trailed off once I opened the Christmas card and saw the check inside it. “Oh, my God! I can’t take this!”
“Sure you can,” he said. “But I hope you understand why your dad and Evelyn can’t know about it.”
For a moment, I had no idea how to respond; I could only shake my head. Finally, I choked out, “You can’t just give me a check for a thousand dollars!”
Now it was his turn to look confused. “Why not? You have a bank account, don’t you?”
I did, and though Dad was also listed on the account, I received the statements. I couldn’t imagine he’d have a reason to inquire about the balance. But that wasn’t why I continued to protest.
“Of course I have an account, but this… it’s way too much! I really appreciate your generosity, Gabe, but—”
His kiss silenced me. The moment his tongue grazed mine, almost all rational thought left my brain.
Once Gabe was sure he’d seduced the argument right out of me, he whispered, “You didn’t read the card.”
The card was beautiful, and it bore a standard message of holiday cheer. But it was what he’d written that made my eyes widen.
Dearest Winter, I cherish the darkness within you.
He’d signed it simply as G.
“Thank you,” I said in a voice thick with tears.
Reaching for Gabe, I drew him to me. We ended up lying on the couch, with him on top. His touch was eager, almost impatient, as he pulled up my sweater. Not bothering to unhook my bra, he merely lifted my breasts from the cups.
His insistent suckling immediately made me wet. I knew how much he loved lavishing attention on my tits, but today, he was even more enthusiastic than usual. His mouth delivered such fierce suction that I was sure he’d mark my skin. Maybe that was his intention, to make me bear the evidence of his lust beneath my clothes while I was at Dad’s house.
Gathering my left breast in his palm, he lifted it upward. “Let me see you suck your nipple, Opal.” His stare was hot and demanding.
Though I felt dirty obeying him, I knew my shame fed his arousal. Pretending to be more hesitant than I actually was, I took hold of my tit and then lowered my head so I could circle my lips around my nipple.
The pleasure I derived from my own suckling coalesced into a wet heat between my thighs. When I let my nipple escape my mouth for a second, Gabe moved in to lick that stiff peak. I quickly did the same, so our tongues were swirling over one another.
I couldn’t resist him, not when he coaxed me into acting like such a slut. “Fuck me,” I pleaded. “I need to feel your cock deep inside my cunt.”
Taking my hand, he placed it against his groin. “I’m ready for you.”
We held off long enough to go to his bedroom, where we hurriedly stripped out of our clothes. Gabe lay down, resting on his back, and invited me to ride his hard dick.
This was a new position for me, and one I felt insecure about attempting. Yet I tried to hide my anxiety while straddling him. I took a moment to slide his cockhead along my wet pussy lips, then positioned him at my entrance. My expression must have betrayed my nervousness, for when I looked at Gabe, he readily nodded.
I sank down slowly. Though I was on top, I felt strangely vulnerable. Gabe released a pleasured groan as I accepted his entire length.
“That’s so fucking good, Opal. Now let me see those big tits swaying while you move.”
It took me a minute to settle into a rhythm we both enjoyed. Gabe placed his hands on my hips, offering a steadiness that boosted my confidence. Before long, I was rocking with an instinctual grace, my soft moans joining his.
Moving his hands to my ass, he gave my flesh a brutal squeeze. I dared to bounce up and down, just a little at first, but it was enough to make my breasts jiggle. Gabe appeared transfixed by the sight.
Growing bolder, I took him at a faster pace. I could feel the unrelenting pressure building within me, a sign I would soon come. Gabe made a guttural sound, bordering on a growl, and I assumed he was close as well.
But he outlasted me. Even when my muscles constricted around his dick and I shuddered above him, he held back, his jaw clenched tight. Only after I grew still, trying to catch my breath, did he surprise me by holding me fast and rolling me onto my back. Now, he was the one straddling me, and I watched him place his slick cock between my breasts.
“Wrap your tits around me,” he ordered.
Realizing what he intended to do, I drew my hair away from my face and above my head. I couldn’t go home with cum matted in those dark strands.
Then I pressed my tits snugly around his erection and held them there as he began thrusting. His tip emerged beyond my cleavage, inviting my tongue’s attention.
I felt silly, doing my best to lick that bulbous head, but Gabe’s groans and grunts let me know he loved it.
“You want a pearl necklace, baby?” he said in a strained voice. “I think it would look beautiful on you.”
Almost as soon as I nodded, his cum spurted forth to paint my skin. I felt it clinging to me, hot and thick. Gabe kept jerking his cock, milking it of every drop, and when he finally finished, I let him feed me his seed. He moaned in approval while I licked the semen from his fingers.
I thought we were finished for the night, for his cock quickly softened after his climax. But he surprised me by reaching into that seemingly bottomless drawer in his nightstand. I gasped at the sight of the flesh-colored dildo he held. It was alarmingly realistic, with veiny ridges and a large mushroom head. Its length was a little longer than Gabe’s cock, and its girth made my pussy clench in a preemptive protest.
“I… I don’t think I can take that inside me,” I said.
Gabe lifted an eyebrow. “Oh, I think you can. You’re nice and stretched for me, so it shouldn’t be too much trouble to work this inside your pussy.” He paused, his eyes locking with mine. “Of course, you’ll let me know if it’s more than you can stand.”
Breathing in, I caught the pungent scent of his cum and my own sex. Despite my nervousness, I opened my legs wide to him.
Kneeling before my well-fucked cunt, Gabe slid the head of the toy between my folds, gathering up my juices. Though his dick remained flaccid, his breathing quickened, betraying his excitement. Hadn’t he always enjoyed stretching me with his cock, and with several fingers?
And now, with a toy that stole the air from my lungs when he began working it inside me.
“Ooh fuck, that’s big!” I lifted my head, curling upward so I could witness the penetration.
“Too much?” Gabe asked. The tip of the dildo was only halfway inside me.
“Keep going,” I said in a tremulous voice.
“Such a slut, always wanting more,” he teased.
I let out a cry when my pussy accepted all of that mushroom head. Fuck, it hurt, but I loved the stretch of it! “More,” I begged.
Gabe eased the dildo farther inside me. Squeezing my muscles, I swore I could feel those prominent ridges. My skin broke out in a sweat, and it was all I could do to keep from panting.
“I can always find ways to satisfy you,” he promised. “Even after I’m done fucking that needy little cunt.”
With that, he began claiming my pussy with the toy, thrusting it deep and then withdrawing it slowly. I whimpered and flinched, my core aching from the intrusion, but I never told him it was more than I could bear.
Using his other hand, Gabe started to massage my clit. All the while, he pumped that dildo into me at a gradually increasing pace. My body took it, just as he knew it would. I felt stretched beyond belief, and though the ache lingered, I begged him to give it to me harder.
His cock twitched, trying to rally to full hardness. With the toy, he fucked my pussy raw, and I punished myself by constricting my muscles around the silicone.
“I’ll ruin you before it’s all said and done,” he swore.
Gabe fervently rubbed my clit, burying it beneath the pad of his thumb. When my thighs began shuddering, he released a mocking laugh.
“Daddy’s girl loves being my whore.” He drove the dildo inside me, unable to feed my pussy the entire length. Yet that didn’t stop the fierce fucking he delivered.
“I’m… oh God, I’m gonna come!” I wailed through a pre-orgasmic tremor.
“That’s it, let me see you come so fucking hard, Opal!” Gabe rolled my clit between his thumb and forefinger, applying relentless pressure.
Finally, I gave him what he wanted. What I wanted. My pussy gripped the dildo as if refusing to let go, and I succumbed to violent spasms. It felt incredible, relinquishing all control until a thin stream of fluid escaped me at the height of my climax.
Leaving the toy nestled inside me, Gabe tilted my legs farther toward my head, then leaned down to lick me clean. He seemed delighted to have made me squirt. His tongue swirled around the toy, then delved between my ass cheeks. I shrieked in humiliation, but I didn’t tell him to stop licking my puckered hole. I even let him prod at it, though my muscles remained tightly clenched.
When Gabe was finished pleasuring me, and debasing me, he gently eased the toy from my pussy.
“How will I keep my hands off you at Christmas?” he said, more to himself than me.
I pressed a palm to my forehead while trying to catch my breath. “You’ll grope me when no one’s watching, I’m sure.”
Lying on top of me, he worked his tongue into my mouth. That tongue had just finished exploring all my most intimate places, and I willingly suckled it.
Moments later, Gabe broke the kiss, but his gaze remained hot. “You’d love that, wouldn’t you?” he murmured. “Having me slip a hand into your panties when your father is just feet away?”
“And your daughter,” I shot back.
“That’s right.” He planted a tender kiss at the edge of my mouth. “She would wash her hands of me if she knew I’d been inside you.”
The thought of that made me shiver. Whether it was from dread or longing, I couldn’t be sure.
“Then we’ll just have to be careful, won’t we?” I whispered.
