Campus Tour

"Hey, so, I met this guy, Pete today," Tom said, his eyes glinting with excitement. "He says he's got the inside scoop on this place. Wants to show us around."

Tom was a nice boy, but his optimism was already starting to grate on me, and I'd known him for less than a week. I glanced at him skeptically. "Isn't that what the actual campus tour was for?" I asked, swiping a lock of hair from my face. The intense heat and the humidity made it feel like a sauna. Summer was making a last stand before autumn pushed it aside.

Tom and I had met in orientation, and hit it off immediately. After only one day he asked me out. No boy had ever done that before, and it sort of floored me. I was really focused on my classes in highschool, and didn't do anything to draw attention to myself. That's how I had made it into such a prestigious University. Now Tom and I were dating. I was happy, but sort of uncomfortable at the same time. I liked him, but was starting to see his flaws.

Tom grinned. "But Pete's a sophomore. He says he knows all the cool spots we'd never find on the official tour."

Andy, our third wheel, who we'd met at the same orientation, shrugged. "Could be fun. And it's not like we're doing anything else today. It would be nice to learn more about campus before classes start on Monday."

I sighed, resigning myself to the adventure. We had already trudged through the standard tour with the over-caffeinated guide pointing out every bench and statue with a historical footnote. Now I just wanted to sit in the air conditioned student center, but Tom was buzzing with excitement, and I didn't want to dampen his spirits. Plus, I had to admit that a break from the scripted spiels was intriguing.

Pete strutted over to us, with a confidence that seemed radiate off of him. He was average height and a little chunky, with a mop of brown hair and a smug smile that said he knew more than you do. "You guys ready for the real deal?" he asked, his voice a little too loud for my taste.

Tom's eyes lit up. "Absolutely."

"Cool. First stop, the library," Pete announced, gesturing towards the glass and aluminum building that looked a little like a radiator. We'd seen it on our morning tour, so it was a bit of a let down even after Pete showed us some hidden study nooks and a computer lab no one was using. Back in 1987, computers were less common than now, and a whole room full with no one using them was nice. So while redundant, the tour wasn't completely useless.

"Next up," he announced with a flourish, "the beating heart of student life."

The second stop was the student center, the place we'd had lunch at before meeting up with Pete. Pete pointed out the Radio studio, the cantina, and student club areas as if he were revealing the hidden chambers of a pyramid. "You won't find this on the official tour," he said with a wink. It was true, but barely.

Andy's enthusiasm was waning, and even Tom looked a little skeptical. "So, what's next?" I asked, trying to keep the sarcasm out of my voice.

"Ah, the steam tunnels," Pete said, leaning in conspiratorially. "They're like the Hogwarts of this place. Only the cool kids know about them."

I felt a flicker of interest mixed with apprehension. "But aren't those off-limits?"

"Psh, who cares?" Pete said, dismissing the thought with a flick of his wrist. "It's the best place to party on campus. The tour guides are just scared of getting fired."

Tom's excitement grew, and I could see him weighing the potential fun against the risk. But Andy quoted our tour guide verbatim, "Entering the steam tunnels is strictly forbidden. Students caught doing so could face immediate expulsion."

"Yeah, maybe we should pass," I agreed, not wanting to get kicked out of college before I'd taken my first class.

"Well," Pete suggested, "I bet they didn't tell you about this."

He led us across the wide grassy strip that people called the Mall and toward a long three story high building. As he neared it, his face lit up. "Oh, there's Hugo," he chortled, "If there's one guy who knows this campus better than me, it's Hugo. Let me see if he's willing to help me out."

He strolled over toward Two students who were having a friendly but animated discussion. One was a hulking giant, tall and broad shouldered. His dark hair was in a bowl cut, and his face gave a slight Franestien's Monster vibe. The other was a lanky boy in cut-off shorts and a t-shirt with bleach-blond hair that was starting to show dark roots. It looked like he had cut it himself -- with a knife -- yet the effect was strangely charming. He had a look about him that was half skate rat and half pirate.

"Hey, Hugo," Pete called out, "I'm giving some Freshmen a tour and thought you could share some knowledge."

The blond boy looked over at us. I felt him lock eyes with me for a moment. His eyes were startlingly blue even from that distance. He turned back to the hulking boy and said, "I can't pass this up. I love to show people around. You want to come, Mark?"

Pete gave Mark a dark look and just the faintest head shake. "I'd like to, Hugo, but I still have to go to that meeting."

"Oh, OK," Hugo replied, "I'll finish explaining it to you later, OK?" Mark nodded and lumbered away.

Hugo and Pete walked back over to us. When he had been standing next to Mark, Hugo had looked tiny, almost like a child, but he was actually a little on the tall side, maybe six feet. He had a dynamic energy to him. It's hard to explain, but you could tell that he wasn't someone who liked to stand still. "So, I'm Hugo," he started off, "Where has Pete taken you so far? And where were you all heading?"

We each introduced ourselves to him. "So far, Pete has shown us the Library and the Student Center," Andy said with just a touch of acid in his voice. He didn't seem to expect any more from Hugo than he'd seen from Pete, "I don't know where we're heading now."

"I was going up to the chair racing spot," said Pete, just a little defensively.

Hugo beamed, "You should have led with that. Don't worry, Andy, you'll like this next place."

It turned out he was right. We went up to the top floor of the building Pete had been leading us to. It was built with one very long hallway, which was sloped from one end to the other. It was so long that it had an amazing echo. While we were trying out clapping or shouting, Hugo disappeared. Before we noticed he was gone, he was back with two chairs on casters.

"And now the race!" he called out. The floor was just slanted and smooth enough that the chairs would roll down about as fast as I could run. We sat on them and raced down the hill. There was no skill involved, and one chair was a little faster than the other, but the point wasn't to win. It was all just about pure fun. After we had each done a few races, Pete went to put the chairs back.

"If you take a look out the window," Hugo pointed out while Pete was gone, "You'll see the park out there. In the summer time, they do movies on that lawn area. In the winter, students take trays from the student center and sled down the hill on them. Nothing going on right now, but it's good to know." Pete returned, so Hugh asked," Who wants to see the basement?"

Pete cut in, "I was going to show them the steam tunnels, but they didn't want to go." I had wondered if that was where this was heading.

Hugo shook his head no, "Yeah, I try not to go anywhere that I know I'm not supposed to. I might bend some rules now and then, but I try not to break them too badly. Come on. This is interesting."

We followed him to the next building over. As soon as we entered, he took a left turn and headed down a staircase. He led us down one flight. The stairs continued down another story, but he didn't take them further, instead wandering off into another hallway.

"It's really hilly here," he explained as he walked, "So some of the buildings do odd things, like the sloping hallway. It all makes sense, but it takes some getting used to. I wanted to show you something you won't see very often." He stopped walking, "Here is an elevator that starts in the basement and only goes down."

Tom marvelled, "How did you even find this place?"

Hugo's eyes lit up with a mischievous glint. "Exploring. I love looking for hidden spots. In fact, this is the very first place I checked out when I started school here. I just thought let's see how far down I can go. Turns out it's pretty far!"

The elevator went to four levels of basement. There he showed us an exit that actually came out well above the ground on top of a metal stairway. We were some fifty feet or so below where we had entered the building. He led us back inside and through a maze of halls and stairs.

"Here," he stopped in front of a huge tank with an odd spigot on it, "is a room with an electron microscope. It needs to be kept cold, but the room is pretty small, so they keep the liquid nitrogen out here in the hallway. They know some students will pilfer a bit, but I guess it's worth it. Don't be greedy, though, or they'll probably start locking it up." He emptied some out into a styrofoam cup he seemed to have pulled out of nowhere.

We left the area like thieves and continued into another hallway. There, he showed us how to pour the frozen liquid onto your hand, keeping it moving like a hot potato so we wouldn't get frostbite. He gave the rest to Andy and told him to pour it down the hallway. It left a line of fog rising up from the ground wherever it spread to.

"This is a much better tour," Andy whispered to me, and I had to agree.

With a sudden burst of energy, Hugo started walking again, his steps quickening as he headed onwards. "Come on," he called over his shoulder. "I'll show you the best view on campus." He zipped out of a doorway back onto the Mall. It was getting late in the afternoon now, almost evening. It was still oppressively hot out, but at least the sun wasn't beating down. Time seemed to have flown by.

As well hurried after Hugo, I was reminded of the children following Willy Wonka through the chocolate factory. He added to that feeling by running up to a bench, stepping onto it and leaping high into the air, twirling his arms to keep his balance. He seemed to do this at every bench we passed as we walked up the lawn.

"Why are you doing that?" Mocked Tom, "You look crazy."

Hugo giggled and sang, "With the thoughts I'd be thinkin' I could be another Linclon if I only had a brain." He managed a pretty decent Scarecrow voice. His energy seemed to have no bounds, and he really didn't seem to care if other people saw him capering about. I felt a little envious of his confidence. It was infectious. I wanted to hang around with him just to see if a little would rub off on me.

"He's just showing off," moped Pete. Even though he had suggested bringing Hugo, he seemed to resent how good of a job he was doing as a guide.

Hugo turned back to us and said, "It makes me feel like I'm flying. You really should try it." The normally quiet Andy, decided to take Hugo's advice and leaped up himself, landing with a grin. After a moment's thought I prepared to take a jump too, but Tom gave me a withering glare, and I broke off. What a wet blanket.

We followed Hugo to an odd building that looked a little like someone wanted to build a capital building but never quite finished it. It was an old science building that had been around since the college's founding days. "This is it," Hugo said, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

He led us through another maze of hallways through a couple of doors that looked like they should be locked. Finally he stopped at the bottom of a tiny stairway that looked like it hadn't been used in years. "This is the fastest way up," he explained, gesturing for us to enter. The stairs ended at another door that opened to reveal a round room with windows on every side. You could see the whole campus, the park, and much of the city around it.

The view was breathtaking, a stark reminder that there was a world outside the confines of our newfound college bubble. "Wow," I murmured, feeling the weight of the moment settle on my shoulders.

We stayed there for a while longer, the five of us lost in our own contemplations as the evening stretched on. As we looked at the setting sun, Tom reached out to hold hands. His palms were warm and sweaty and didn't feel right, but I gave him a squeeze.

Finally, Pete asked, "Anyone up for dinner?"

"Sure," said Tom, "Can you show us where the cafeteria is?" Andy and I laughed a bit at Pete's expense, but Hugo did not.

"I think it was nice of Pete to want to show you around," he said, "I don 't know why you need to make fun of him." I felt a little chagrinned. I found Pete a abrasive, but as Hugo said, he was only trying to help us out. "Besides," Hugo added, "He knows a lot more about the local restaurants than I do."

"I'm sorry," Tom mumbled.

Pete took us off campus to a little Chinese place that was cheap and had pretty good food. Afterward, he asked us what we wanted to do next. Andy suggested that we go back to my place because it was big enough for all of us. It was well after dark, but it felt too early to break up our group.

"Where's your place?" Pete asked, breaking the silence.

"It's just a few blocks from here," I lied, pointing in the general direction of my apartment. "Why don't we all go there? It's pretty cozy."

All of the dorms were full, so the university had set me up in an off-campus apartment. Normally Freshmen all get to live in dorms, but I must have drawn a bad lottery number. The place was more than half a mile from campus, which was really annoying. On the bright side, it was bigger than most dorm rooms, with its own bathroom and even a tiny kitchen. I had only one roommate, an upper classman who hadn't shown up yet.

With the sun down, the heat wasn't so bad, and the conversation was flowing easily so we barely noticed how far we were walking. On the way, we passed a woman who Pete seemed to know walking arm in arm with a male student. He was staggering drunk, and she was only a little better. She was a plump woman in a red skirt and white blouse, and he was a geeky looking guy in jeans and a t-shirt.

"Who's this?" asked Pete, indicating her skinny friend.

"Oh he's Mark. We met at the game club and then went to a party together."

"Mike," the boy corrected.

"Hi Mike, nice to meet you," chirped Pete, "where are you two going now?"

"We're heading back to my place," said the fat girl, "Mike here is going to get lucky." Mike beamed with pride even though the girl didn't seem like much of a catch.

"You two have fun," smiled Pete.

We passed them and continued on our way. As soon as we were were out of earshot, Tom commented, "I guess that's what they call beer goggles."

"No," Pete corrected him with a cynical voice, "Beer goggles are when you think a girl is pretty because you're drunk. He was sober when he met her. He got drunk so he could pretend he has beer goggles."

"That doesn't make any sense," said Andy.

Pete laughed, "You need to learn about the ratio. There's four guys for every girl at this school, so men can't be too picky if they want to get laid." I felt uncomfortable about the whole conversation. I'd never hung out in a group that talked about sex so freely, and I didn't know how to take it.

My apartment was small, but nice. I took my shoes off when I came in. They were new, and it felt good to be out of them after all the walking I had done. I offered everyone soda, and we settled into the worn chairs in the living area. There were only four, but Hugo settled lazily onto the floor as if it didn't bother him a bit.

"That was more than a few blocks," commented Pete.

But Andy quickly countered, "How many is a few, Pete? More than three, but less than ten? I wasn't counting." Tom stifled a laugh. He seemed to have taken a bit of a disliking to Pete. Pete shrugged.

I tried to change the subject, "After all that walking around, my feet are sore. New shoes." Without my asking, Hugo picked up my foot and started to massage the sole. It felt so nice I let out a soft gasp. Tom seemed to realize that he should have thought of it first. He sat down next to Hugo and started massaging my other foot, but he was too tentative about it and it didn't do much good.

As we talked about our hopes and fears for the upcoming year, our plans and dreams, my foot relaxed. Hugo's hand worked its way up to my calf. He began to massage it, his strong fingers pressing into my muscles, working out the knots that I hadn't even known were there. Not to be outdone, Tom's worked his way up to my calf too, but he just seemed to be stroking it. The sensation was strange, two different sets of hands on me, two different energies. Hugo looked into my eyes as if asking if this was OK, and I gave just the faintest of nods.

"See," Pete pointed out, "this is what the ratio means. A pretty girl like you can have two men feeling up your legs any time she wants." Being called pretty wasn't something I was used to. Looking back at old pictures, I guess I didn't look too bad, but I was never drop dead gorgeous. Just sort of average, five foot four, hair a bit too dark to be blond, blue eyes, neither fat nor skinny, nice clean complexion, kinda smallish boobs, nothing special.

I was so caught off guard it took me a minute to recognize that he might be insulting me about the two men massaging me. I countered, "They're not going above the knee, thanks." Tom seemed to take it as a reprimand, and moved back to his chair. Hugo just took over massaging both calves at the same time. His hands felt so much better and Toms had.

Pete, ever the opportunist, tried to turn the conversation to sex, his laughter echoing through the small space. "So, you don't like having two men rubbing your body" he asked, winking at me, "What kinds of sex things do you like." His question hung in the air like a foul smell, making me uncomfortable. I shifted in my seat, my heart racing.

"I'm actually pretty platonic," I said, hoping to steer the conversation in a different direction. The words felt awkward, but they were true. I hadn't come to college looking for a hookup or a relationship. I was there to learn, to grow, to find myself.

Pete's laugh boomed through the small apartment, a sound that seemed to fill every corner. "I've heard that before. That just means you haven't found the right guy yet." I could see Tom bristle with the implications.

But it was Andy who managed to break the tension. "What's your kind of guy, Pete?" he asked.

Pete didn't seem to take any offense, "I like girls," he said, "Any girls, really. After a year here, I've learned to appreciate all kinds of women."

"Where do you meet them?"

As Pete started to instruct us on the social scene, I felt Hugo's hand move above my knee and start massaging the muscles of my thigh. He didn't do it in a threatening manner, and no one else seemed to notice, so I just enjoyed it.

The conversation drifted naturally back to classes, books, clubs, music, everything that students are normally interested in. Time seemed to just fly by. It felt like we had all known each other forever.

"Wow, it's late," Tom remarked. It was nearly two o'clock.

"Yeah," said Hugo, his hands quietly sliding back down to my calves and then leaving my legs entirely, "We should probably head back to campus." We all stood up. After brief goodbyes, the boys all left.

I changed into my nighty, basically just an oversized t-shirt that went down to my knees. Back at home, in warm weather like today I might have slept in the nude, but I was afraid my roommate would arrive and see me that way.

The apartment felt eerily quiet after the boys' boisterous laughter had filled it. As I thought about the whole evening, there was a soft knock on the door. I took a deep breath and opened the door, wondering if it would be Tom, but it was Hugo who stood there, an impish expression on his face.

"Can I come in?" he asked, his voice playful.

I nodded, my heart racing, and stepped aside to let him in. The apartment felt smaller with him there, his presence somehow magnifying every inch of space. He closed the door gently behind him, and the soft click echoed through the quiet.

"I wondered if you wanted to continue where we left off," he said. I knew what he meant. I liked the feeling of his hands on my bare thigh.

"I'd like that," I said, "but you have to respect my boundaries."

"Of course," he agreed, "but I'm going to keep pushing them, like I did earlier. I'll always stop if you tell me to."

I nodded, and started to sit down in the chair again. He gave a little chin point toward the bedroom, a motion that indicated far more than words. Without speaking I went in and sat on the edge of the bed.

He knelt on the floor at my feet and started to massage my thighs. At first he was just above the knee, massaging the muscles on top. Then he started moving slowly up, working on the muscles on the top and then the bottom of both legs. As he did, he peppered me with little questions about my home town, my major, and things like that. It was nice talking about myself, but it felt like he was just trying to distract me. His hands moved up my legs, but I kept my nighty firmly in place over my groin. We had an unspoken agreement that he was not to go there. As he promised, he respected my boundaries.

He was starting to get a little too close to my privates when he changed the subject. "So, is Tom your boyfriend?" he asked. I was shocked to realize that we have never told him that. We had held hands a couple of times, but otherwise there was no way that anyone would have known we were together.

"Yeah," I said nervously, my voice barely above a whisper. I didn't know how he would take it. I was afraid that he might decide to leave.

"How serious is it? How long have you been together? What would he think of us being here?"

I couldn't meet his eyes. "I dunno. We've been together for like three days," I said finally, in a guilty voice. Now that I'd said it, I looked up at him to see what he was thinking.

Hugo's eyes searched mine, his hands now stroking the outside of my legs. "And have you kissed yet?"

"Yes," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. We had kissed three times. It felt awkward, but each kiss felt a little more natural than the last. I'd told myself I would get used to it. Other girls seemed to like it.

"Is he a good kisser?" Hugo's question hung in the air, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made me squirm.

I felt my cheeks grow hot under his scrutiny. "I... I don't know," I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper as I admitted, "He's the only guy I've kissed so far."

He started to get to his feet. "Well, let's give you something to compare it to." I hadn't known how much I wanted that until the words were spoken.

Before I responded, he leaned in, his lips claiming mine with a confidence that stole my breath away. His hands slid up the outside of my legs under the fabric of my nightie over my hips and to the small of my back, as he pressed his body up against me. This was what kissing should feel like. There was nothing awkward about it. We were acting and reacting to each other, and it felt natural.

The only thing that was at all alarming to me was that as he had slid his hand up past my waist, he must have felt that I wasn't wearing any panties. I felt vulnerable and just a little ashamed, but I didn't want to break the kiss. Until then I had felt in control of the situation. Now that sense was slipping away.

My body seemed to be acting of its own will. My tongue slid into his mouth, and we licked and tasted each other. The thought of French kissing, which up until that moment had seemed gross, was the biggest thrill thus far in my life.

My hands found their way into the back of his t-shirt and rubbed the small of his back, matching his hands on me. He felt so good, his skin warm and soft, the muscles beneath firm and solid. I slid my hands and arms up his back until I was stroking his strong shoulders. I was addicted to the feel of his skin against mine and wanted more. For a moment, he freed his own hands and broke our kiss.

My elbows had hiked his shirt up to the middle of his chest. It took no effort at all for me to pull it off and toss it carelessly onto the floor. I saw his chest smooth, with only a few wispy hairs. Then we were back to kissing again, trying to devour each other.

His hands had returned to my back, now sliding up to my shoulders, just as I had done to him. His arms were pulling my nighty up higher on my body until with a little shift, it was over my breasts and I could feel his warm skin on my nipples. The touch was electric. I raised my hands up so I could pull of my nighty, and only then did I realize that I was completely naked.

For a moment, I was shocked and mortified, but then we were kissing again, and my concern faded away. He reached out and cupped my bare bottom, his hand fitting perfectly into the curve of my cheek. It felt so natural, just a part of our bodies touching each other, and I wanted to touch, to squeeze his ass too. I reached my hand into the waistband of his shorts, but they were too tight. He noticed my struggle, and pulled down his zipper, letting me slide in to squeeze and pull at his firm ass.

I really have no idea how his shorts came all the way off. It felt like one moment I was reaching into them to massage his butt, and the next thing his shorts had just vanished. Not that it bothered me a bit. I was loving the feeling of his body against me. My legs were spread, and I could feel him rubbing against my sex, sliding back and forth, and it was delicious.

But as much as I wanted to give in to the heat building between us, I knew my limits. I told myself firmly that I would not let him penetrate me. This was a line I wasn't willing to cross and I was sure that he would want to.

I looked down to see what he looked like. I'd never seen a penis before, and was curious. It was huge. I mean, I'd always heard of them described as a hot dog and this was nothing like that. I was looking at something as big around as my wrist and as long as... well longer than a hot dog, that's for sure. How could that thing possibly fit into a girl? I was genuinely curious, but not planning to find out.

I decided that I would let him rub that thing against me, but if he tried to put it in me, I would make him stop. I hoped he wouldn't try anything right away, because I was really enjoying myself. I didn't want it to end. It turned out I needn't have worried. He seemed perfectly content to rub it against me while we kissed.

The seconds stretched into minutes, and the line between reality and desire grew blurrier with every passing moment. At first, I was fearing him trying to stick himself into me. Then I looked forward to it a bit, thinking how I would let him get just a tiny bit into me before I would make him stop. Soon I was wondering why he wouldn't hurry up and try something already. I was bucking against him, trying to get him in me -- just so I could make him stop of course. I was getting impatient with desire.

His hand slid up to my breast, pinching my nipple, sending sparks through my body. With trembling hands, I grabbed his cock and rubbed it against my opening, willing him to thrust it into me. He steadfastly refused. Finally I held it still and thrust myself onto it. The tip started to push into me. I had planned to stop there, but found that I couldn't. It felt like I was just starting to get what I needed, like if I could get him just a little deeper I would be satisfied. I pushed a little further, but the feeling remained. Just a little more and just a little more and just a little more I moved onto his shaft.

Soon it started to ache. His penis was starting to press against my hymen. I pulled a little more. The ache deepened, but so did the feeling that if I could just go a little further, I would finally be satisfied. Both the ache and the desire were more than I could bear. I knew where this was going to end up -- knew what I needed -- but it hurt too much.

Finally, I grabbed his ass with both hands and pulled him into me hard while pushing my hips up. I felt a tearing inside me. The ache was replaced by a sharp pain like a paper cut deep inside my pussy. It hurt terribly, but I knew that the worst was over. I looked up into his eyes, and I could tell he knew what had just happened.

"Are you OK," he asked.

I gave a little nod. "Just don't move."

He didn't move, didn't push, allowing me to get used to it. Surprisingly quickly, the pain started to fade. It still hurt, but it was bearable. I started to rock my hips. It stung some more, but I found I couldn't stop myself. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming. I wanted him deeper now. The feeling grew stronger with every movement, the pressure building within me like a storm about to break as I took him deeper and deeper.

The room spun, the walls closing in, as I lost myself to the sensation. My body began to move on its own accord, hips grinding against his, seeking release. With a sudden ferocity, I wrapped my legs around Hugo's waist, pulling him deeper inside me. My pussy was starving. It couldn't get enough of him.

And then I lost my mind. I don't know if it was the sensations or the sheer exhaustion, but I began to hallucinate. First I imagined pulling his entire body into my pussy. Starting with his cock, my pussy just swallowed him up. I pictured him disappearing into my insatiable pussy. My need could devour him whole.

Next my fingers turned to claws, like a tiger, carelessly tearing apart the flesh of his back and scraping across his ribs. I my teeth bit into his throat, pulling at his flesh until it tore. His blood poured out of his neck, dripping out of my mouth, running down my chin, and covering my breasts. I wanted to feast on his flesh while he gave himself to me.

Then as quickly as they started, the images vanished. Hugo was fucking me, my legs locked behind his ass and my arms squeezing his torso like snake. I was just on the precipice of the biggest orgasm of my life. As Hugo's pace grew more frantic, I my release was coming on like a freight train. My body tensed, my muscles clenching around him, desperate for release. Then, I don't know how, but just as I was about to reach the pinnacle, he abruptly pulled out. It seemed impossible with the way I was grabbing him, he was gone, the sudden emptiness making me gasp.

"No!" I screamed, the word filling the small room. His cock slid between us, and I could feel warm liquid covering my stomach.

"No, no, why did you stop?" I demanded. My orgasm, which had seemed so unstoppable a moment ago was already disappearing.

Hugo panted, "I didn't think you were protected."

The words hit me like a ton of bricks. In the heat of the moment, I'd forgotten about protection, about the possibility of pregnancy. I felt a mix of horror and gratitude as reality crashed into the fantasy world I'd been living in. "I'm not," I admitted, my voice trembling.

He leaned in, kissing me gently, his eyes twinkling. "Well, I didn't think you wanted to be a mommy," he smiled, "I don't think I'm ready to be a daddy."

I nodded, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "Yeah," I whispered. "You're right of course. But I was so close."

With a gentle smile, Hugo stood up and disappeared into the bathroom. He returned with a warm, damp washcloth, and without a word, he began to clean the mess from my stomach, his touch soothing and surprisingly tender.

"Are you going to leave now," I asked, "Now that you got what you wanted?"

His expression looked a little hurt. "Who said I got what I wanted?" he asked.

"Isn't that what boys do? They have sex with a girl and then leave her?"

He had a sad expression on his face. "I suppose some guys do. Some guys are hoping you want to be their boyfriend in the morning."

My heart skipped a beat. Shit. I had a boyfriend. What was I even doing? Everything from the last two hours was so unlike me. Who even was I? I was wracked with self-doubt.

Finally Hugo's words broke through, "If I spend the night, you're going to have trouble sleeping. You've never had a guy in your bed like this. If I go, you're not going to sleep. You're just going to run it through your mind over and over."

Then is gave a little smile and broke into song, "If I stay there will be trouble. If I go it will be double. So you gotta let me know. Should I stay or should I go?" To this day I think of him whenever I hear that song.

It was the perfect thing for him to say. It was somehow reassuring to hear him singing and to hear that maybe I wasn't the first to feel this way. I moaned, "I don't know. What should I do?"

"If you trust me," he offered, "I think I can help you get to sleep.

"OK. I trust you." I had no idea what he meant, but it sounded like a good idea.

He reached his hands between my legs and started playing with my pussy. I was afraid that it would hurt, but he was just rubbing my labia and clit, not trying to push his fingers into me. Before long I was starting to feel the echoes of the orgasm I had lost. He slid his body down down and started licking my clit.

Hugo's mouth worked magic, his tongue dancing in circles, flicking and suckling with a skill that left me breathless. My eyes scrunched closed as he brought me closer and closer to the edge. His hands held my thighs open, his grip firm but gentle, as if he knew the power he had over me.

The first orgasm hit like a tidal wave, crashing over me with a force that had me crying out. It wasn't as big as the one that had gotten away, but better by far than any I'd ever given myself. My body arched off the couch, my hands fisting in his hair as I rode the wave of pleasure. He didn't stop, his mouth unrelenting as he coaxed another peak from me. After the second, I was entirely too sensitive to continue. He tried, and I had to push his head off of me. I thought we were done, but boy was I mistaken. After I had recovered for a few minutes, he was right back on me and licking away. I lost count of how many times I came. My thoughts became more and more clouded. Each time I thought I couldn't possibly climax again, Hugo proved me wrong, his mouth and hands working in perfect harmony to keep me on the edge. Finally I had to roll over on my side, turning my back to him. Even then, he surprised me by gently gnawing on my shoulder and neck until I was covered with goosebumps. He ran his hands over the skin of my back and arms. I had never felt my body so sensitive before. I was so primed that somehow he brought out one last tiny orgasm, just touching me like that.

"Enough! Enough!" I moaned. He lay behind me, wrapping his arm around me, and I snuggled into him. He pulled a sheet over us. It felt cozy and not the least bit awkward. "I love you," I mumbled as I drifted off to sleep.

That was how my roommate found us when she arrived in the morning with her parents. It was awkward.