Letting Go (Vice, Virtue & Video) (2 page)

Thankfully, Lola doesn’t notice my dominant stance, and
Daniel makes up an excuse and steps off.

“Wanna dance with me?” Lola sweetly asks.

“Duh!” I say as I reach for her hips.

Everything starts out normal. There’s not too much grinding,
not too much hip action. But when she turns around and presses her back to my
chest, that chemistry we have takes over. Her movements get sexier, and she
looks up behind her and into my eyes. It’s a flirty little glance. It’s got a
slight “fuck me” flare to it, but not quite enough to know if she’s serious or
not. I can never tell if she really is being flirty or if I just perceive her
body language that way because I think she’s sexy. Either way, I’m digging
this.

Honestly, I also kind of like how other dudes can see me
dancing with her. I know she hates when I do the possessive, protective thing,
but she’s not facing me right now, so I can get away with it and she won’t see.
I might be holding her a little closer, grabbing her a little tighter, and
encouraging her to undulate against me a little more than she should. I’m not
trying to be so alpha male, but I want these guys to know that she’s not up for
grabs like the other girls here. She’s here with me, she’ll leave with me, and
tonight, I’ll be the one she falls asleep next to—just as long as I can
convince her to stay at the hotel with me.

James and I walked back to the dorm together once we were ready
to call it a night. The whole way there, he was holding my hand and talking
about the big bed and bathtub back at his hotel room. It was like an
infomercial, and finally I called him out on clearly trying to entice me to
stay with him. He really didn’t have to give me the sales pitch, because I was
already hoping it was what he’d want. We grabbed my stuff and headed back to
the room.

Now I’m leaning back in the big bathtub, suds all around me
as I relax with my eyes closed. I definitely missed baths—and private
bathrooms in general. That was another selling point in James’s persuasion.
“Think about it, Lo. A nice, relaxing bubble bath instead of a communal shower
you’ll have to share with a zillion other people.” It was a solid argument, but
honestly, I wanted to stay with him since I saw that bed, so the bathtub was just
a bonus.

There’s a knock on the door and James comes in with his hand
against his face like a blinder. “I’m not looking. I’m not looking. I just
wanted to get my toothbrush,” he says, averting his eyes.

“You don’t have to shield yourself like I’m Medusa!” I
tease, covering myself with bubbles to obscure any potential nip slips.

“I didn’t want you to think I came in here to try to see you
naked. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything,” he sweetly replies.

“I’m comfortable, James,” I say, chuckling at his sudden
shyness.
Did you forget that you’ve already seen me naked? Or that you had
me panting and moaning in your bed? Don’t get bashful on me now, stud!

“Okay,” he replies, sighing as he turns to face me.

“Chill out. Stay a while,” I say, trying to get him to
relax.

He leans against the counter, almost like he’s afraid to
come too close to me, and he looks a little nervous.

“What’d you think of the party?” I ask.

“It was fun,” he says. “Your friends are really nice.”

“Thanks. I figured you’d like them. I had a really good time
tonight. It was cool having you there with me.”

He smiles sweetly before his expression turns decidedly
smirky. “That Daniel kid was a little too forward for my liking,” he says.

“Oh, here we go!” I roll my eyes and laugh. “Lay it on me,
caveman. What’s the case against Daniel?”

“No case.” He shakes his head, trying so hard to seem like
this is no big deal. “I just saw the way he was dancing with you, is all.”

“Oh, God,” I sigh. “Really, James? And did it ever occur to
you that
you
were dancing with me too?”

“Yeah, but I wasn’t doing it like that.” He looks a little
embarrassed, and I find that quite adorable.

“You weren’t? Because I seem to remember you grinding
against my ass pretty hard.”

“But I didn’t have
intentions
,” he contests. “Yeah, I
might have been dancing kind of nasty with you, but it wasn’t flirting with the
intent to fuck.”

“And Daniel was flirting with the intent to fuck?”

“I don’t know. Maybe.”

I look at him and shake my head. “Listen, I love you, I love
that you care about me so much and that you want to protect me, but you can’t
bring that intimidation bullshit here. I want to go out sometimes. I want to
have a good time and flirt with guys and dance with my friends. This isn’t like
high school, and I really don’t want you coming in here and playing that damn
alpha male card anymore. You are not the fucking gatekeeper of my vagina!”

He throws his head back and makes this big, exasperated
whine. “Look, I’m trying, okay? You gotta admit, I didn’t do too bad tonight.
You looked sexy and you were shaking your shit on the dance floor, and I didn’t
go crazy and try to throw a jacket over you. I saw guys checking you out, but I
didn’t end up punching someone, and nobody called the cops, so that counts for
something, right?”

“Yeah, that’s quite an accomplishment,” I sarcastically reply.

“I so badly wanted to pull a
Good Will Hunting
in
there,” he jokes. “I wanted to be like, ‘You like apples? Lola’s coming back to
my hotel room tonight. How do you like them apples?’”

I burst into loud laughter. “That’s actually not a bad
accent,” I say, rather impressed with his Matt Damon imitation.

“I’m not one of these pre-law dudes or some rich, legacy
kid, but who got the girl at the end of the night, huh? Who’s sitting here
annoying the shit out of her while she takes a bath?”

I laugh and shake my head at him. “Congratulations, champ. You
collected the trophy.”

“Damn right!”

“What a prize! You get to spend the night with me, fully
clothed and passing out in your bed.”

“Oh, that’s a prize, Lo. You might not think so, but it is.”

I can feel my cheeks getting rosier.

“I’m sorry I got kind of possessive tonight. It’s just
weird, you know?” His voice is softer, almost a little embarrassed. “I feel
weird seeing you as a woman now. You’ve grown up, you’re doing your own thing,
and you’re so confident and beautiful. It just makes me feel kind of…I don’t
know.”

He ventures a look at me and seems relieved to see me beaming
back at him.

“You know, you can be pretty sweet when you want to be,” I
say warmly.

“I always want to be sweet with you,” he mumbles. It’s
almost like he’s scared to say it too loudly.

I sigh and look him over, feeling quite grateful. His
natural state is ultra protective, but I see that he really is trying to mellow
out. He knows I’m not a little girl anymore, and it freaks him out. James has
always been fearful of the idea that someday I’d enter the sexual realm. That’s
his world: abundant one-night stands and no-commitment sex. He wants to protect
me from that world because that kind of thing isn’t fulfilling, but I don’t
think he quite realizes it yet. He’s protecting me from guys like himself.

“I want to get out of the tub so we can get in bed and
cuddle,” I say, smiling at him warmly.

He laughs and hands me a towel before ducking out of the
room. We need to reestablish boundaries, and I think we both know it would be
too awkward for him to stay and watch me dry off.

I get my pajamas on while he takes a quick shower, and soon
we’re under the covers in the giant bed. We’re both on our sides, looking at
each other, but not saying anything.

He reaches out and brushes my hair behind my ear. “I’m not
trying to clip your wings, Lo. I’m really proud of you,” he confesses. “You’re so
smart, and you’ve just…you’ve blossomed here.”

“Thank you, James,” I softly reply.

“You’ve got so much confidence now, and it makes me happy to
see that you’re finally understanding how great you are. I’ve been telling you that
you’re awesome for years, but I’m glad that you see it now.”

I try to think of what to say for a second before I opt to
just kiss him on the cheek instead. He smiles back and kisses my forehead.

“We should get some sleep,” he says. “I don’t want you to be
tired for your class tomorrow.”

“Okay,” I reply, turning off the lamp and scooting up close
to him.

He wraps his arm around me and rubs my back for a second
before I hear him breathe a very relaxed sigh.

It’s kind of ridiculous how much I live for this, for having
him near me. Maybe it’s spiritual bond, maybe it’s some sort of mild oxytocin
response, but I find his presence very calming. School is stressful, and I’m
busting my ass to get good grades so I can have a bright future, but all that
stress dissipates when I’m like this, cuddled up with James for the night. I
close my eyes and fall asleep with a smile on my face.

Lola’s got a class this morning, so I’m planning to just
hang out in the library until she’s done. She showed me around, and we sat at
one of the tables and quietly chatted for a little while before she said she
needed to hurry up.

She’s putting a notebook in her bag when she looks across
the table at me. “Are you sure you’re okay just sitting here? You don’t think
it’ll be boring?”

“Nah, I’ll be fine,” I say, shrugging.

“Do you want a book or something? Something to do so you’re
not just sitting here screwing around on your phone?”

“If you want to give me one of your books, I’ll hold onto it
for you so you don’t have to schlep it with you.”

“Okay,” she agrees, handing me a big-ass sociology book.
“That’s my next class, and it’s a large lecture, so you can come with me.”

“Sweet.” I open it up and start flipping through the pages.

“So you’re just going to sit here and pretend to be a
student?”

“Yeah. I think I can pull it off. Look.” I lean on the
table, hunching over the book like I’m intently studying.

“Oh, very convincing,” she teases.

“I’m just so stressed for the midterm,” I say in what I
think is a perfect Ivy League student voice.

She snickers loudly and covers her mouth, trying to stay
quiet. “Yeah, you’ve got this.”

“I know, right?” I grin up at her. “It’s called acting,
dude. And you thought all I could do was sling dick.”

She laughs hard, covering her mouth so she doesn’t get too
loud. “All right, college boy, I’ll see you in about an hour,” she says, giving
me a cute smile before she heads off to class.

I watch her walk away and then look down at the textbook.
Might as well check it out, since it’s probably better than the one we had when
I was in college. I’m convinced that everything at this school is better. Since
the kids are all intelligent overachievers, regular textbooks won’t do. These
kids want the good stuff, the real knowledge.

About a half an hour later, I decide to take a stroll around
the library. We had a big one like this at my school, but I only went in it
once during orientation. I usually got most of my info from the internet or
found girls who wanted to “tutor” me in various subjects. I didn’t fail my
classes, but I definitely only made it through by the skin of my teeth. When I
got the chance to move out to LA, it seemed like a much better option. Why
waste all that cash on school when I could be in Cali making money?

I wander around through the endless rows of books. The
deeper I get, the less populated it is. I hear footsteps behind me, and I worry
for a second that it’s some authority figure coming to ask me for my student
ID. Technically, I shouldn’t be in here if I’m not a student.

“Can I help you find something?” asks the pretty Asian girl
I see when I turn around. “You seem a little lost.”

“Oh, uh, I was just looking for somewhere quiet to study,” I
reply, trying to think on my feet.

“There’s a reading room. I can show you, if you’d like.” Her
smile is sexier, but I can’t tell if she’s being flirty or she’s just helpful.

“I’m kind of more of a solo-studying guy,” I say, worried
that my long hair and chilled-out attitude might make me stick out like a sore
thumb in a campus of clean-cut, studious, Ivy League kids.

“Are you a sociology major?” she asks, stepping closer and
glancing at the book in my hand.

“Yeah. I just transferred here from UCLA, though, so I have
to retake some stuff, since not all my credits carried over.”

“Didn’t they give you the tour of the library?” she asks.
This time she doesn’t glance at the book; she glances at me, her eyes assessing
me flirtatiously.

“Not really. They mostly just showed me the main areas. This
place is huge.”

“I can show you around, if you’d like.” That was definitely
flirty, and she did this thing where she cocked her head to the side and
shifted her body so her posture was sexier.

“I think I’d like that,” I reply, giving it right back to
her.

She bites her bottom lip and gives me a definite DTF look,
and I know this is a done deal.

“Mmm, that feels so good!”

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy.”

I found out that her name is Molly, and she showed me around
the library for about twenty minutes before she led me to a deserted section
with a bunch of old, leather-bound books that were arranged in volumes. We
flirted like crazy, and eventually, I kissed her. She kissed me back, and then
we started making out against one of the bookshelves.

Now I’ve got my hand down her pants, and I’m kissing her
neck. She’s breathing heavy and making breathy little moans as I tease her with
my fingers. I get her hips rocking when I start rubbing her, and she wraps her
leg around me and leans back on the books.

I reach my other hand under her shirt and start palming her
tits over her bra. She digs it big time, and she reaches up and grips my hair
to pull me against her neck. I’m kissing and sucking on her skin, letting my
tongue flick out a few times. She smells really good, and I can tell that she’s
super turned on.

I start lifting up her shirt, and she lets me. Once I get it
bunched up, I take a look down at her light pink bra for a second before I
slide the cups down so I can check out her tits. They’re nice, surprisingly big
for how petite she is. I’m especially interested in her little, pink nipples,
which are slightly longer than average and rock hard with arousal.
Way hot!

I lower my mouth to her chest, bending kind of far because
she’s about Lola’s height. Her moaning gets a little louder, though she’s still
trying to be quiet. She takes my hand and slides it down, urging me to put my
fingers inside her. She’s giving me the green light, so I go for it, slipping
one, then two fingers inside her.

She whimpers when I start stroking her spot, and she presses
me against her breast. “Bite it a little,” she whispers, thrusting her chest
out toward me a little more.

I do, and she exhales in a sexy, airy moan.

“You like when I bite it like that? You want me to do it a
little harder?”

“Yes!”

I let my teeth graze her nipple before I pull it between my
lips and nip at it a little more firmly. Her muscles start to tense up, and I
can tell that she’s loving it.

“Mmm, your pussy’s so wet,” I say before I move on to give
her little nibbles on her other breast.

Her hands go to my waist, and she unbuttons my jeans. She
reaches inside and starts stroking me. I can tell she’s not exactly new to
this. She’s assertive. She knows what she’s doing. And it feels pretty fuckin’
amazing.

“Your cock is so big,” she pants. “Mmm, I want you. Do you
have a condom?”

“Yeah.” I reach into my pocket and pull one out.
Like a
fuckin’ Boy Scout: Always prepared.

She shimmies out of her jeans, and I lower mine enough free
my cock, rolling the condom on before I look back at her. She’s horny and kind
of wild, and I dig that. When I first saw her, she had a sort of reserved,
innocent thing going on—one of those good girls who might take the
occasional walk on the wild side with a guy like me. The way she barely
hesitated before shoving her tongue in my mouth makes me think otherwise. She
could be a bad girl in a good girl’s clothing. Or maybe she really is a good
girl, but she’s gone all naughty with me. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve
gotten a shy girl to let lose with some well-executed foreplay.

I press against her again and she reaches up over my
shoulders, locking her fingers behind my neck. I hike her up against the
bookshelf and reach down to line myself up before I slowly slide into her.

“Oh, God!” she breathes, tilting her head back against the
books. “That’s so fucking deep!”

“I can pull back a little if you want,” I offer.

“No, I like it,” she says, giving me an ultra hot look
before she kisses me. “I want you to fill me up.”

Damn! That was sexy!

I kiss her hard as I start to move. The way she bucks her
hips makes me think she’s definitely not the timid, quiet type.

“Hard,” she pants. “Do it hard.”

“You like it hard?” I ask her, nipping at her neck.

“Yeah,” she breathes. “Hard and fast.”

“You sure?” I tone it down, slowly sliding in and out to
tease her. “Are you sure you don’t like slow and soft?”

“Hard…and deep,” she replies, giving me the sexiest smile.
“Fuck me like you want the whole library to hear.”

“Goddamn!” I say, chuckling at that statement. “Hard and
deep it is.”

She grabs onto the shelf for stability as I squeeze her ass
and pump her harder and faster. She fucking loves it, and she starts
moaning—not those breathy, dainty moans of before. These are the moans of
a girl who’s getting properly fucked. I know we need to keep kind of quiet,
even though we’re pretty isolated back here, so I kiss her to mute it a little
bit.

“Oh, God!” she pants as her whole body tenses up.
“I’m-I’m…oh! I’m gonna come!”

She grabs me, and her hips rock at about a million miles an
hour while she grinds her pelvis against me. She holds her breath for a second
before she makes a dramatic, climactic sound, and her entire body jerks and
twitches. This girl comes hard, and that shit always turns me on beyond belief.

“Fuck…yeah…oh, shit!” she pants over and over, squeezing me
from the inside while her nails dig into my shoulder.

I take a glance down and watch the way I slide in and out of
her. The sight of it is so fuckin’ sexy! Her titties jiggle with every thrust,
and her legs lock around my body like a vice.

“Oh, shit,” I exhale. “Your pussy feels so fuckin’ good,
baby.”

Her moans are nearly incoherent, and I know she’s so far
gone that she doesn’t even realize I’m going to come. Just watching her getting
completely lost in pleasure is indescribably hot to me.

I pull her in, getting really deep as my muscles contract
and my eyes shut tight. I manage to keep my groaning to a minimum, something I
learned from shooting movies. They usually want the girls to scream, but they
want the guys to be really quiet. Dudes don’t typically want to hear other
dudes moaning when they’re jerking it to porn.

Both of us stay there, still joined together and panting for
a few moments.

“Oh, God, that felt so good!” she says, a big, satisfied
smile on her face.

“Fuck yeah, it did,” I reply before kissing her.

I lower her down, and she puts her jeans back on while I get
rid of the condom.

“Mmm, that was fucking amazing!” she says, watching me pull
up my jeans.

I laugh at her enthusiastic assessment and I pull her in for
a quick kiss. “You wanna exchange numbers?”

“I’m in the library every Thursday afternoon,” she
flirtatiously replies. “You know where to find me.”

She winks at me and then turns around, walking down the rows
and rows of books toward the hallway to the more populated area.
Quick, hot,
no-strings sex? That was fuckin’ awesome!

I shake my head, chuckling to myself about this fortunate
turn of events. I should come out here to visit Lola more often if this is how
girls will respond to me. Maybe not being clean-cut or studious isn’t so bad
here. These girls all seem pretty strait-laced, and I think the “bad boy” thing
could work to my advantage. I’ll have to keep that in mind.