Page 12 of Freshmeet
I huffed out a laugh, and she beamed back at me, her full cheeks turning her dark blue eyes into slits.
“Business. I want to get an MBA so I can join my uncle’s business as more than a crew member. You?”
“Education. I’m going to be a kindergarten teacher.”
“That’s awesome. So, you’ve got one more year after this?”
Her smile dimmed. “Yeah. It sucks because all my roommates are graduating this year.”
“That’s too bad.”
“It’ll be okay. I’ll still have my sisters and other friends.” She glanced back at the building and shrugged. “I’ll just miss them.”
“I know what that feels like. I’m from here, but all my friends went off to college right after high school and are coming back ordoing grad school. So, I’m in a weird spot starting college now. I can either keep my personal life the same and just do classes or try to embrace this whole college thing.”
“Hence, your being at a frat party when you look like you’d rather chew glass.”
“I don’t look that miserable.” I playfully frowned.
“Well, not anymore.” She grabbed my other hand and squeezed, bouncing her knee against mine.
“How could I be anything but happy sitting here with you?” I internally cringed.
“I hate that I like that cheesy line.” Her nose crinkled as she smiled.
Thank the powers that be for letting this girl not think I’m a total loser.
“Are you having a good time?”
She nodded, looking down at our hands. Stilling for a moment, she smiled and jumped up from her seat. “Come with me.”
Without asking another question, I stood and let her lead the way. After glancing around the gravel lot, she dashed toward the side of the building. I had to hustle to keep up with her fast strides.
“Where are we going?” I asked, and she looked over her shoulder with a wicked grin.
As we rounded the corner, Sarah let out a sigh of relief, pulling me into the darkness. Taking a few steps past her, I turned to ask what was going on, but her mouth cut me off as she pushed me into the wall. She parted her lips, caressing mine until I opened for her. The taste of sweet juice and grain alcohol fresh on her tongue wasn’t my favorite, but damn, her lips were soft and her tongue was eager.
I fisted the back of her dress, bringing her flush with me, her legs straddling one of mine. She roughly tugged my hair,drawing a deep moan from my chest. Everything about this was right. We moved together as if we’d been at it for years. One of her hands wedged its way between us and under my shirt. My abs contracted as she traced every ridge of hard-earned muscle, taking her time the lower she got, driving me wild.
I wanted more of her. Kissing down her throat, she let out a whimper, her tits pressing harder into me. I tried to move against her, but she had me locked between her thighs. She grabbed my face and brought our lips back together in a passionate kiss. The early summer heat did little to cool the fire spreading through us as our sweaty bodies writhed against one another, unable to get close enough.
Sliding my hand down her back, I squeezed what I could of her round ass, and she giggled against my mouth. The playfulness of her laugh and the aggressive way her lips attacked mine were the perfect combination. Sarah was shaping up to be a fascinating girl.
I dragged my fingertips down her thigh until I reached her knee. Hiking it up, I opened her wide, allowing me to roll us, pinning her against the wall. Sarah wrapped her leg around me, leaving my hand free to explore her ample curves. I trailed my hand up her side, stopping below her breast. My thumb grazed over her covered nipple, and she shuddered, her breath stuttering in response.
Everything was spinning out of control, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted Sarah.
She pulled away, smacking the back of her head into the siding. Rubbing the sore spot, she looked at me with wide, unfocused eyes. Whatever color gloss she wore was smeared around the edges of her swollen lips, and her curled honey blond hair was a fucking mess from dancing and kissing.
She was perfect.
“Connor,” she whimpered.
I kept grinding against her since her hips hadn’t stopped moving. “Yeah?” My voice came out rough, leaving her no doubt of her effect on me.
“We should get out of here,” she breathed out as her head tipped back and her eyes shut. With how hard her fingers dug into my shoulders, I wondered if I could get her off right there.
“Let’s go back to my place.”
