Jay Friday
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Big Man on Campus
🕑 Added 2024-11-01 20:00:00 +0000 UTCMove-out day. The end of my junior year.
It had, all-in-all, been a good year. I had transferred here at the start of the year, hoping it would be easy to make a name for myself. It had been. This was a small school. A small place. The lacrosse team -- the one half-decent sport at this tiny liberal arts college -- had won a bunch of games. I played left forward. I was the best player on the team by far, and had one of the best seasons of my athletic career. I was a shoo-in for team captain next year.
A few games into the season, success on the field had started trickling down through the rest of my life. Professors gave me a pass on turning stuff in late, started offering me easy extra credit assignments. The team got invited to the College President's residence; he talked about how the college really ought to be investing more in its sports teams, offering better scholarships, maybe renovating some of the facilities. The rest of the team -- who initially gave me a cold reception as the new guy -- liked winning, and liked being celebrated. They warmed up to me, started inviting me to parties.
Then we started hosting better parties.
Girls started coming to them.
By halfway through the semester, I was getting a lot of girls. A new one each week, for the most part; sometimes two a week. What can I say? Star athletes were in short supply at a school that was mostly known for its English graduate degrees.
It had been fun. Until I made a mistake. A mistake currently standing down the hallway, in between me and my summer vacation, named Elise.
My roommate, on his way out to his car to head home for the holidays, saw me glumly looking down the corridor, and clapped me on the shoulder. "Don't shit where you eat, bro. I tried to tell you. Anyway, have a good summer, Chet. See ya!"
I grunted a noncommittal reply. He had tried to tell me. Elise hadn't noticed me -- thankfully -- and was just directing someone inside her room. "Rachel, c'mon, just bring the suitcases -- we can get the rest next trip, it's fine..."
Elise had been pretty enough. Just wrapping up her first year at college. A solid seven, I decided, looking at her in her tank top and jeans. Kind of smallish tits. A decent ass. Really pretty face, though, framed by curly reddish-brown hair. Great lips.
Not the hottest girl I had gone after all semester; not the ugliest.
Definitely the worst, though.
I had been drunk when we had hooked up, and so had she; some other guy on the floor had been hosting a party that we both stumbled into. I thought it was just a drunken fling. But Elise had other ideas. Had assumed this was the start of dating the lacrosse team's star player, her first college boyfriend; so romantic. She had been pissed when she found out I didn't want to date her, was sleeping around. She started haranguing other girls as I was bringing them back to my room.
Then she started haranguing me in the hallway.
The bitch.
That, obviously had only made me want to get even. I had started deliberately parading girls down the hall past her room, loudly telling them what I'd do to them, walking them out of the dorm after we'd done the deed, making sure to drop a comment about how hot they were right when I was outside Elise's door, that kind of thing.
Basically, it just kept escalating, all semester long. I wasn't about to stop getting my dick wet because Elise didn't know the difference between a hookup and dating. If she was going to try to make my life a living hell, I was going to do the same to hers.
But it had gotten tiresome. Don't shit where you eat. It was good advice. I'd be more careful next year.
Right now, all I wanted was to get to my summer vacation without getting into a shouting match, but Elise was standing in the hallway talking to someone who was in her room. Resigning myself to the shouting, I started heading down the hallway.
Elise saw me immediately, of course. Her mouth set into a thin line that was now all-too-familiar to me. Her eyes narrowed. "Oh hey, Chet. Have a great summer. Try not to trip and accidentally stick your dick in some syphilitic--"
"Oh, wow, is this the Chet?" Someone had come out of the room behind her, lugging a few suitcases.
Same reddish-brown curly hair, though this woman had hers tied back in a ponytail. Same pretty features, full lips.
But her body had nothing in common with Elise. She was a couple of inches taller, and looked older, maybe in her mid or late twenties. She was wearing a blue crop top that showed off full tits -- not huge, mind you, but full, firm -- and toned core. My eyes followed her abs down to a matching blue pair of skimpy shorts that showed off toned legs and a great ass. If Elise was solid seven, this woman was a ten. Or an eleven. God damn.
Rachel put the suitcases down, eying me.
Elise's reply had a sour note. "Yeah, this is him, Rachel. Chet, this is Rachel. My older sister."
A few people were poking their heads out of other doorways. My fights with Elise were a spectator sport, I reflected glumly.
Rachel made eye contact with me, assessing. "Well hi there, Chet. Elise has been telling me about you. Elise, why don't you take the suitcases down. I'll be just a minute. I'd love to talk to Chet here."
"Uh, I was just heading out..." I tried to remember whether Elise had told me anything at all about her sister. It was an exercise in futility, though. I hadn't paid attention to anything Elise said.
"I insist." Rachel gave me a stare.
I sighed. I could see how this was going to go. Big sis is gonna dress me down. "Okay, sure. Let's make it quick."
Elise shook her head, flipped me the bird, and then left, dragging her suitcases down the hall towards the elevator.
Rachel said, "C'mon, let's get out of the hallway. No need to make a scene." She turned and went into Elise's room."
I watched her ass as she stepped inside. Fuck. She was really hot.
I went into the room, moving past her to stand between Elise's desk and her bed. The bed I had fucked Elise on.
Rachel shut the door behind her and turned to me, giving me an expressionless look. "Elise says you've been bullying her ever since you guys hooked up."
I scoffed. "Bullying her? C'mon. If anything, she's been bullying me."
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Whatever. You're seeing a new girl every week. You walk each of them past Elise's room while you tell them how well you're going to dick them down. But my sister is the one bullying you? Come on." She crossed her arms.
I shrugged again. "Look, Rachel, you seem like a good big sister, or whatever. But one, it's not my fault she lives right down the hall from me. And two, it's not her business who I'm dicking down. Anyway, we're all adults here, and I'm done with lectures for the semester, so..." I stood up to leave.
Rachel didn't move, and was standing between me and the door. "It's really upsetting her. I want you to stop bothering her with your sexual escapades."
I had had enough. "I'm just having fun. We're in college. And I'm gonna keep having fun next year. It's not my fault the ladies love me. She needs to get over it. I'm just trying to live my life."
Rachel's eyes narrowed. The expression reminded me of her sister, now. "Ugh. You're so self-centered. I'm sure they all leave disappointed anyway. College fuckboys like you are all the same -- all talk and ego, zero delivery -- and college athletes are the worst of the bunch."
I didn't rise to the bait. I had an easy response to this one, anyway, so I kept my cool. "Not that it matters, but for your information, I'm good in bed. You can ask your little sister. Anyway, I'm leaving. Nice meeting you." I started moving towards the door; I'd push past her if I had to.
Rachel looked me up and down. "No doubt whatever sad performance you delivered was enough to wow my inexperienced baby sister. But I'm saying you're a loser who doesn't know how to fuck, Chet. I've seen the way you're looking at me. You were practically drooling when you followed me in here. I bet you mostly go after freshmen and sophomores -- less experience. You'd blow your load in five seconds with someone more experienced who actually knows what they want."
I flushed. "That's not true." It was to be fair, more true than I liked to admit -- the part about freshmen and sophomores, anyway. They were just easier to get in bed. But I lasted plenty long! Nobody had ever complained.
Rachel laughed. "So prove it."
I glanced past Rachel at the door. "Nah. Your sister will be back any minute. The last thing I want is for her to hear me fucking her older sister to a screaming orgasm in here. I'll never hear the end of it."
Rachel turned around, laughing, and locked the door. "Screaming orgasm? I don't think you have to worry about that, stud. You know what? I'll make you a deal, since you're so confident...give it a shot. If you can make me cum, I'll tell Elise she needs to let it go, that you're just a good guy who's trying to live his life. She'll be so mad at me, it won't really be about you anymore anyway."
She paused, letting the words sink in. I blinked a few times. I mean, she was hot, I'd definitely be game to fuck her...I could feel myself getting hard at the thought of Rachel moaning my name as I pounded my cock into her. And Elise would probably be more pissed at Rachel than me...it might distract her, get her off my case.
Rachel giggled. I realized I was staring at her body. She ran her hands over her tits. "I'm waiting for that screaming orgasm," she said, a taunting note in her voice.
Fuck it. This felt a little fucked up, even to do to Elise...but Rachel was hot. She was teasing me. She wanted it. Maybe it was some kind of weird kink she had.
"You know what? Fine." I stepped up to her and pulled her against me. "This'll be the first time I've fucked the sister of someone I've had sex with," I whispered, in her ear.
The edge of her mouth curved up into a smile. "Yeah? I figured an experienced guy like you would have done that a few times...when I was in college the athletes were fucking everybody..."
As she spoke, she ran her hands over my chest. I didn't waste any time, either. I was squeezing those full tits and running my hand down her abs. I was getting harder. "Y-yeah...pretty much..." I muttered, focused on the way those tits filled up my hands, her smooth stomach...damn. She was hot. A lot hotter than your average undergrad.
"Y'know, I played lacrosse in college too...all the training is how I got this..." she pulled my hands around to her ass.
I grunted. "Yeah, I can tell..." I squeezed it hard with both hands, lifting her up and pulling her against me.
She wrapped her legs around me as I held her by her ass, moaned, and ground my erection into her. I could feel the heat radiating off her through her skimpy shorts.
The need to fuck her had me rock hard, now. God damn, she was hot -- fit, that lean body, big tits...I carried her over to Elise's bed, tossing her down on it and starting to strip my shorts and shirt. I didn't even feel bad for fucking her on her sister's bed. If we were gonna do it, we were gonna do it.
She seemed game, too. She looked up at me, struggling out of her shorts. "You gonna dick me down like I'm one of your college hookups?" There was a bit of a tease in her voice.
I wasted no time. I lay down on top of her, my naked cock just inches from her pussy. "It's what you want, isn't it?" I prided myself on asking for consent. I was a gentleman.
She giggled. "Mmm, yeah, show me what keeps all those girls coming to your room..." she moaned as I unceremoniously slid inside her.
I grunted. Damn, she was tight. Elise had been tight too, I vaguely remembered.
I started working it in and out of her, slowly. She looked up at me, smiling. She wasn't, well...reacting much, I couldn't help but notice.
"You like that?" I grunted the words out between thrusts. Fuck, she felt good. That body...I reached a hand around to grip her ass.
Rachel just looked up at me -- not expressionlessly, exactly, but expectant. Like maybe she was waiting for something.
"Whenever you're done getting warmed up, I'm ready for that screaming orgasm..." There was a definite teasing note now, that I didn't like very much. I tried one of my favorite tricks that girls seemed to like -- I put my hand on the base of her throat, not squeezing off her air, just applying some pressure.
Nothing. No real reaction.
I started fucking her harder. That got a little mmmm response. It was a start. I kept up the harder thrusts.
"Is this how you fucked my sister, Chet? How you've been fucking all those other girls?" She sounded amused. A little breathless, but definitely amused.
"Y-yeah...they...they love it..." I was breathing hard. I could sustain this pace for a while, though. Women liked it consistent, steady. I knew that. I just had to keep going and she'd get into it more...
She moved her arms around me, put her hands on my lower back, and, using my body as leverage, started...well, these making these small movements of her hips, little rolling motions, meeting my thrusts. Fuck, the girl could move. I moaned.
"Do they? Do any of them fuck like this?" She asked the question with a knowing smile.
"N-no, they don't...ah...oh fuck, that feels good..." I admitted, moaning. I didn't even feel bad. She was a great lay. Nothing wrong with letting her know that.
"Mmm, I'm glad I'm making you feel good...you can handle it though, right? You're the big man on campus and all...you've fucked so many girls..." The smirk on her face was infuriating...especially because I had to admit, this felt different from the other notches on my bedpost.
But now my pride was at stake. I had a competitive streak in me, and she had just sparked it. "We're just getting started," I growled. I started fucking her with more enthusiasm.
She kept pace with me, moving her hips in the same way, practically purring. "Mmm...that's it..."
"You like getting fucked by an athlete, huh?" I grunted the words out.
To my horror, she giggled. "My god, college boys are so silly. Is the idea of getting fucked by a lacrosse player supposed to get me off? Oh god, Chet, tell me again about how you scored the winning goal in overtime. That's so hot...d-don't stop...I'm...I'm gonna..." Her voice was sarcastic, mocking, as she pretend to moan in ecstasy.
I could feel myself blushing, and I opened my mouth to tell her to stop being a bitch...but then I froze.
It was embarrassing enough that she was making fun of me. But even more embarrassing was how hot it sounded to hear her pretending to orgasm. I knew she was faking it, obviously. Wasn't even really faking it, was mocking the idea that I'd make her cum. But still. She sounded so fucking hot. And the way she was moving rhythmically underneath me, I had a primal response. My body was reacting; I couldn't help it.
For a moment, I teetered right on the brink of cumming.
I held still, and shut my eyes, fighting it off. This was way too fast for me to cum. I had a reputation to uphold on campus.
When I opened my eyes again, getting my breathing under control, Rachel was looking up at me, a knowing expression on her face. "Oh my god, you almost came, didn't you?"
"Nah..." I muttered, trying to keep my breathing even. Fuck, I had been close. "Let's switch positions." I pulled out of her and stood up next to the bed, buying myself a reprieve. Jesus, she could move.
She laughed and sat up. "Sure, okay."
What position to put her in? I needed to fuck her for a while longer, at least a couple of minutes. I didn't like my odds with doggystyle -- I was already close, I often finished that way, and she had an incredible ass. Just the thought of it made my cock twitch. And we had just done missionary...
Rachel cut in on my train of thought with another giggle. "You seem confused; have you, like, never done any other positions or something? Want me to show you a few?"
God, she was such a bitch. I rolled my eyes, trying to recover my equilibrium and take charge again. "Har har. Why don't you get on top for a bit, then?" In my experience, most girls didn't do a very good job on top. They were a little self-conscious, and they got tired easily. It'd give me a chance to recover, she'd wear herself out a bit...I could go back to being more dominant after that.
"Happy to..." Rachel purred, pushing me onto the bed and climbing on top of me. She straddled me, and in a smooth motion, pulled her top off over her head, and then sank down onto my cock.
Immediately, I knew I was in trouble.
Her tits looked perfect, and as she leaned over me, bouncing on my length, her breasts started to bounce. My gaze was fixed on them, the way they were moving. Fuck. Reflexively, I reached up and started fondling them. They filled my hands, firm and full.
While I was doing this, she picked up the pace. That round ass was slapping against my thighs now. She leaned over me to whisper in my ear. "Uh oh...you're tensing up...I've only been riding you for a few seconds and I can tell you're getting close again..."
I tried to ignore her, squeezing her full tits and thrusting up into her. She didn't seem to be getting tired at all, though. And she was right. I was back on the edge. The feeling of her, tight and wet around me, the way she was moving her body on top of mine, was all-consuming..
Those small movements underneath me as I fucked her and she met my strokes had been hot, before. With her on top, they weren't hot, they were completely overwhelming. Every downward roll of her hips, engulfing my cock, stoked the orgasm I could feel building in me.
"F-fuck, wait..." I hated the desperation in my voice but I knew if she didn't stop, I was going to cum. She was in complete control.
"But I'm fucking the star lacrosse player...you're such a big, strong, hot athlete...you've fucked so many girls, you're so experienced...don't cum yet...I want you to get me off..." There was a sarcastic, pleading quality to her voice as she moaned out the words.
Like before -- I knew she didn't mean it. That she was teasing me. But hearing it was just so hot. I could feel the surge in the base of my balls.
I tried to hold it back. I heard myself let out a futile, frustrated, whimper.
She giggled when I made the sound. She continued milking my length with that same smooth rolling motion. I couldn’t stop myself.
"Oh...oh god..." Moaning, I started to cum, bucking my hips helplessly.
As I did, she smoothly pulled herself off me and away, leaving me to spray my load over my own stomach. I let out a frustrated whimper as, still in the throes of the now-ruined orgasm, I watched as Rachel walked over to the door and opened it, poking her head out into the hallway.
"All done! Like you said, Chet here couldn't handle me, sis. Not even close." Rachel started putting her clothes on.
She said the words loudly. Far too loudly.
Elise poked her head in, giggling. "Wow, Chet, I leave you alone with my sister for three minutes and she had you cumming all over yourself. Some stud you are." She smirked. "Whoops, sorry. A couple folks in the hallway just heard me, I think. Hope it doesn't ruin your chances hooking up with other girls when everyone hears what a quick cummer you are."
They had set me up.
I couldn't do much more than sit up, blinking, as the two of them left.
Maybe I should transfer.
