On the Clock
8 PM
“You know, you don’t have to go,” Jenn said. “You could just stay here with us.”
“Yeah,” Jill said. “We could take care of you.”
I looked at the two of them. “That’s sweet, guys, and no offense, but the way I am now, I’m not sure anyone could handle me, and besides, as nice as you guys were, and don’t get me wrong, it was nice, but as nice as you guys were, it’s really not the same as getting stuffed full of nice, hard cock. Even now, I’m feeling like I didn’t quite get enough of what I needed. What I need is cock.” And besides, I did not add, you didn’t do anything to take care of me the night before, so why should I let you guys do it now.
“But—”
“You know what I did to Jack. He’s Kat’s boyfriend and I didn’t have any qualms about fucking him. Don’t get me wrong. If you left me alone with your boyfriends, even if you did it accidentally, and the top of the hour rolled around, I know I’d do them, too. As long as I’m like I am now, I just can’t be trusted.”
That shut the girls up. I mean, hey, I didn’t want to be blunt about it, but I had to make sure they knew what the situation was and I wasn’t kidding. As long as I was like that, I couldn’t be trusted.
Almost as soon as I left the girls, I looked at my phone and I saw I had a missed call and a voice mail. It was Trish at the sorority wanting me to call her back. I did.
“Hey, Trish,” I said when we were connected. “It’s Stacy. You got something for me?”
“Oh hi, Stacy. Yeah, I was talking with some of the girls around here and they were saying the person you should probably talk to is Margaret Beechem.”
“Margaret Beechem? Who’s she?”
“She handles all the inter-Greek events for our sorority so if anyone would know what’s going on at the fraternity, she would.”
“That’s great, Trish. Really great. I really appreciate her. So how can I reach her.”
“She lives off campus with her boyfriend but she usually comes in around nine or so to check messages and stuff like that.”
“You don’t have a number I could call her at now.”
“No, sorry. ‘Fraid not. We’re not allowed to give out that kind of information.”
“Can’t you call her then and have her call me?”
“Listen. Just call after nine, okay?”
I could hear the edge in the girl’s voice so I backed off. To her mind, she’d done just about everything she could and you never knew. There was no point in making an enemy of her. After all, I might need her help again. “Look,” I said. “Sorry for pushing so hard. It’s just this is really important to me, you know, but I really appreciate everything you’ve done. Really, okay?”
I was almost hoping she’d back down and say she was going to call Margaret but she didn’t. “It’s okay,” she said. “Just call after nine, okay?”
“Sure will, and Trish?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks, really. I really appreciate it.”
The girl seemed to perk up a little. “It’s okay,” she said. “Just call after nine. Okay?”
“You got it.”
The line went dead.
I looked at my watch. It was only 7:22. So, what the heck was I going to do with myself for the next couple of hours and more importantly, who was I going to have to end up fucking.
You know how there are those annoying people who just seem to do well at everything and they seem to do it almost effortlessly. Michael Winston was one of those people and what was most annoying was that he was in my class and tomorrow when we had our test, once again, Michael Winston was going to skew the curve upward.
I don’t know why I thought about that but I knew what Michael had said on countless occasions. He didn’t need to study for tests. That pissed the rest of us off and suddenly, it occurred to me that I was in a perfect situation to see if I couldn’t throw Michael Winston a curve or two.
Directory Assistance, at least, knew where he was and he wasn’t all that far away, close enough that for once since this whole thing had started, I was early. It was only 7:46. I sat in the parking lot and looked at his window. The lights were still on which was good. I’d worried a bit that he might not be there but that seemed not to be the case.
The skirt I’d put on earlier had been fine then but with nightfall, it was getting a bit cool. Perhaps I should have gone back to my place to change but there wasn’t time for that now and besides, sitting there in the car, it wasn’t that bad, yet.
Finding Denny Wilkins still seemed to be my best bet. I was hoping Margaret could come through for me but if she couldn’t, where else could I look. I wondered what his major was. Shoot, I didn’t even know what year he was in school. I knew next to nothing about the guy.
I looked at the clock. It was 7:50. I might as well get moving. No point in waiting until the last minute, was there.
I got out of my car and I walked across the parking lot. Someone was blasting a stereo from somewhere.
It was 7:53 and I was there on the second story. Michael Winston was in apartment 2D. I kept myself from moving too quickly. I didn’t need to jump the gun and besides, there was no one there to see me hanging around.
At 7:56, I decided I’d waited long enough. I walked up to his apartment and I knocked.
And nothing happened.
I was getting worried. I was fine now but I knew what was going to happen when my pussy got turned on. It was 7:57. I knocked again.
Someone was inside but they weren’t coming to the door. I rapped on the window and then on the door again. It was 7:58.
Someone was moving now. I could hear movement inside and then someone was pulling the door open, only it wasn’t Michael Winston.
Roommates. I hadn’t counted on roommates. The guy was standing there holding a beer. “I’m here to see Michael,” I said although I knew in a minute or two, that wasn’t going to matter.
The guy looked surprised. Probably Michael didn’t get many visitors but he opened the door and let me in.
There was Michael sitting on the couch. He had his papers out and his text book was open in front of him and he was writing something in a notepad. So much for not studying, I thought.
The guy looked up. He didn’t recognize me at first but then he did. “Stacy? What are you doing here?”
I might have answered except that it was 8:00.
“I came to see you,” I said even as I pulled off my jacket.
“Stacy,” he said. “Stacy. What are you doing?”
I dropped the jacket on the floor and my hands went after my top. “I came here to see you,” I said again.
He motioned to the papers around him. “I’m kind of busy right now,” he said.
“I know,” I said even as my hands went after my bra. “The test tomorrow, but this won’t take long.”
“Stacy,” the boy said with growing concern. “What are you doing?”
Michael Winston might have been smart in some ways but he was stupid in others. When a girl starts taking off her clothes, you don’t ask stupid questions like what are you doing.
But then I really wasn’t worried about that. I dropped my skirt on the growing pile of clothes and kicked off my flip flops. That left me standing there in just my panties. My pussy was on fire. In one quick motion, I’d stripped those off, too. “Now,” I said, “are you going to fuck me or not.”
“If he doesn’t, I will,” the roommate said.
It took every last ounce of will power just to keep from taking the roommate up on the offer and if Michael didn’t hurry, then I was going to do just that.
The boy still had his text book in his hands. It was time for him to put that down. I grabbed his book and pulled it from his hands. “You’ve been studying long enough. It’s time for you to take a study break.”
The boy still didn’t get it. He was looking at me as if he couldn’t figure out why there was a naked girl standing there in his apartment, but what he wasn’t doing was making a move on this girl that clearly wanted him to make a move on her.
Fortunately for him, I wasn’t ready to stand around waiting for him to make the first move.
I took his book away and I took an almost perverse delight in closing it without letting him mark where he was. Sure, it wouldn’t be hard for him to find his place again, but then if I had my way, he wouldn’t be using that book for quite a while.
I straddled Michael Winston’s lap and I could see him staring at my tits. I fondled my tits and I brought them even closer. “Do you like these,” I asked. “Do you like my tits?”
The boy nodded.
Damn, this was making me horny seducing this boy, but then, hey, in the state I was in, let’s face it. Just about anything was going to make me horny. I pushed my tits forward and I mashed them against his face. “How’s that feel,” I asked. “How’s that feel? Do you like my tits now?”
Again, the boy nodded.
I pressed a nipple against his mouth and then I pushed a little harder.
Michael Winston wasn’t stupid. Maybe a little slow in things that didn’t come out of a book, but he wasn’t stupid. He kissed my nipple and then he gave it a lick, and then he gave it a nice, little suck.
“Oooh yeah, that’s good,” I purred. “How about we try the other one.”
As if Michael really had any choice. I switched breasts on him and then I let him use his mouth on my other tit.
I liked what Michael was doing but as nice as it was, it wasn’t what I needed. Even when the boy slipped his hand around my waist and grabbed my ass, even that wasn’t what I needed. It had been two full hours since I’d had a cock inside me and as good as the girls had been, I knew they just weren’t quite good enough. I knew what I really needed was a good, hard cock.
Still, I let Michael do what Michael was going to do. My hand stroked his hair even as I pulled him tighter between my tits.
I could feel him kissing me, first one breast and then the other. I moaned as I mashed my tits against his face.
I pulled back. I’d had just about enough of that. I mean, it was good and all, but I knew what I really needed and what I really needed wasn’t his lips on my tits.
I started unbuttoning his shirt. “Why don’t we get you out of this,” I suggested.
Michael wasn’t necessarily helping me but then he wasn’t getting in my way either and when I got his shirt open and when I pushed it off his shoulders and when I pulled his undershirt off, too, he didn’t give me much fuss there, either.
It was when I got to his pants that the boy started to put up just a little fuss. I’d climbed down off his lap and I was opening his belt. “Why don’t we see what we have in here,” I suggested although I already knew because I could feel it through the denim in his jeans.
“I ... I ... I don’t know if I ... I ... I mean, I don’t know if I should.”
I suppose I might have found his intentions admirable if it weren’t for the fact that I was so damned horny but as horny as I was, I wasn’t about to let him stop me. I opened the button on the front of his jeans and then I unzipped them. “No,” I said even as I pushed my hand inside. “Are you sure?”
The boy groaned as he felt my hand wrap itself around his member and his body twisted slightly almost as if in a half-hearted attempt to get away but he knew he wasn’t going to get away.
My hand stroked his cock through his underwear. “Mmm,” I purred. “Iike this. So big. So hard. But what say we pull this thing out into the light.”
Michael groaned but really the choice wasn’t up to him.
I pushed my hand inside his underwear and then I wrapped my hand around his member and the boy groaned again. I gave his cock a stroke and again the boy groaned. “How do you like that,” I asked.
Michael groaned again. “It’s good,” he moaned.
“Sure you don’t want me to get this out,” I asked.
“I shouldn’t,” the boy said but there really wasn’t that much force behind it.
“You sure,” I asked and I gave his cock another squeeze.
The boy groaned but he didn’t say anything and as far as I was concerned, that was as good as a yes.
I pulled my hand out of his pants. “How about we get you out of these jeans,” I said.
The boy groaned but he didn’t say no and when I started to tug on his jeans, he lifted his butt up so I could pull his jeans free. Once again, I brought my hand up and I stroked that cock through the boy’s underwear. “I think it’s time we got me inside here.”
Again, the boy groaned but again, there was little resistance and when I tugged on his underwear, the boy pretty much let me do what I wanted.
Once again, my hand took hold of his cock and once again, I stroked him even as I climbed onto his lap. “You know where this is going, don’t you.”
The boy nodded. As I said, he wasn’t stupid.
I pushed the head of his cock up against my pussy. I gave his cock a squeeze and then I pushed my pussy down on that cock.
“You like that, huh?”
“Yeah,” the boy groaned.
I pulled my pussy up only to shove it down again. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you. You like getting your cock fucked.”
The boy couldn’t even respond to that. He just groaned as my pussy took his cock.
I wrapped my arms around him as my pussy took his cock in earnest. Before, it had just been foreplay but this, this was what I needed. I could feel my need easing as my body finally got what it needed, but I wasn’t there yet. I still needed to fuck and most of all, I still needed to cum.
The boy was groaning almost continuously as I rode his cock. I could feel him grabbing my ass, almost as if he were trying to guide me but I didn’t need any guidance. I knew what I needed. I needed to ride.
The boy was groaning. He hadn’t said a word since I’d got him inside me and to be honest, I really didn’t need him to say anything. All I really needed was his cock but I was worried. From the way he was going, I was worried he was going to shoot himself off early and while it would be great to feel him cum inside me, I knew it wouldn’t give me the release I needed.
The boy was going to cum. I knew that. He was ahead of me and there wasn’t a damned thing I could do to stop it. He was going to cum and he was going to cum early.
And there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about it. The boy groaned and even as he did, I felt it, the swell of his cock and the surge of cum, the grunt of the boy and the roll of the eyes as he pumped more cum inside my pussy.
I groaned to myself. So close. I’d almost been there. I was so close but just as it was with the girls, I felt shortchanged. I needed something more.
And then I felt it, the hand on my butt that worked its way up the small of my back. “Perhaps I can be of help,” a voice said.
The roommate. I’d forgotten about the roommate.
I looked back at him. “You want a piece of me,” I asked.
The guy nodded.
I smiled at him. “Okay,” I told him. “You want it. You got it.”
Already, Michael Winston’s cock was beginning to deflate. Moments later, it pulled free from me. I let it go. I had something else that was even better.
The roommate had me with both hands, palms on the butt and fingers sliding around the waist. I could feel him coming up behind me and then I could feel his cock as it pressed up against me and I couldn’t help but let out a long, low moan. He wasn’t even inside me and I already knew he had what I needed.
The boy pushed against me and I could feel him slide inside. He kept on pushing and he slid even deeper and when he did, I moaned even louder. “Fuck me,” I moaned. “Come on, do it. Fuck me.”
Michael Winston was right there below me as I took that cock from behind. I couldn’t help but moan again as I took that cock and there was Michael. He couldn’t move. All he could do was stay where he was, stay where he was and watch as my naked body moved in time to that cock that was moving in and out of my cunt.
“Fuck me,” I moaned. “Fuck me.”
I needn’t have said anything because the boy was doing just fine without any prompting at all.
I could see Michael looking up at me and I could tell he knew I was getting fucked right this time and the look in his eyes was priceless.
As was the cock in my cunt. I let out a little moan. I almost came right then and there. Almost, but not quite but that cock was still going.
I loved being fucked like this, on my hands and knees with a big cock taking me from behind, although truth be told, the way I was now, I loved getting fucked just about any way I could get it.
I could feel the boy’s hands squeeze me and instinctively, I knew what that meant. My eyes closed momentarily and then they opened again. Fuck, I was close. I was so close.
“Fuck me,” I moaned. “Fuck me. Oh geez, yeah. Fu-u-u-u-u-u-u—”
That was as far as I got and after that, it didn’t matter because I was cumming and I was cumming hard. This was what I needed and when the boy shot his load in my pussy, I knew that was what I needed, too.
I smiled to myself. I’d done my part to bring the curve down. That was fun, but enough of that. I still had to find Denny Wilkins and wring his fucking neck.