long, shooting
his seed into her even when she had clearly instructed him not to. And to add
salt to the wound, he had the strange affliction of going flaccid whenever he
put on a condom, so that was never an option.
Kim
made it halfway across the graduation square before she noticed her reflection
in one of the windows. Her hair was a total catastrophe, the little make-up she
had put on before the bonfire was smeared across her face and her nipples were clearly
visible through her white top. She looked like a cheap whore, and normally, a
wave of self consciousness would have washed over her, but she was so angry she
shrugged off the feeling. Besides, she wasn’t too far from her own dorm room,
so she walked on.
“Wait!
Kim! Wait....” Jake’s voice caused her to turn and see him running towards her,
his long dreadlocks glorious in the wind. Kim refused to be moved by the sight
and turned away, picking up pace back to her own dorm.
“Kim!
Just wait for a fucking second.” Jake caught up to her and spun her around by
her shoulder, forcing a confrontation. He was still shirtless, his abs clearly
defined in the fading afternoon light. “You forgot your purse….”
Kim
snatched the purse out of his hand, cutting him short and turning to leave... “ And, ”
he added, spinning her back to face him, “I just wanted to say YES, I’m a
fucking asshole sometimes, and I SHOULD respect you by doing what you ask, and
I’m SORRY. I fucked up. I fucked up big time. But I love you Kim. I don’t ever
want to make you angry again. I’m going to stop being an asshole. I’ll do
anything you tell me from now on. I promise...”
He
brushed a stray dread from his face and looked intently into her eyes, confident
his physical appeal and practiced apology would soften her. Kim stared back.
“Are
you done?” She asked scathingly.
“But…
Babe...” he stuttered, staring awestruck as she stalked off, immune this time to
his powers of persuasion. He’d just wait until she cooled off, he thought to
himself, walking back to his empty dorm room in temporary defeat.
CHAPTER 2: The Fruit Worth
Tasting
Kim
made it back to her own dorm room, and threw herself onto her bed, burying her
face in her pillow and muffling a scream of frustration. It’s ok. I’m better
off without him, she thought to herself, turning to lie on her back and
stare at the ceiling.
She
thought about the good times she and Jake had had, how he always smiled at her
so warmly, the way he always talked with such passion about his music, the way
his hair would dance whenever he laughed.... But it didn’t matter. He’s an
asshole , she reminded herself as she snapped back into the present, the moment
of nostalgia over.
A
few minutes later her roommate finally made her entrance, wrapped in a towel,
her blonde hair slick with water. She dramatically let the towel fall, stepping
out of the ring it made on the ground to bend over with a flick of her hips
while she fished for something in her closet. Kim stared at her ass silently,
admiring the perfect curve of her back, her smooth skin and wonderful legs.
“No
complaining today?” Diana asked playfully. “Or have you finally realized you
should be admiring and not criticizing?” She laughed as she turned around to
face Kim, the sweet sound of her laugh dying away as she noticed the puffy eyes
and the chaos of makeup and hair.
Kim
was smiling though, glad that Diana was finally there to interrupt the whirl of
thoughts in her head. They had gotten along since they were first paired as
roommates in their freshman year, and had become best friends quickly. Diana
was everything Kim wished she was. Standing just 5’ 4”, she had a pair of
round, succulent D-cup breasts that seemed to be made for touching, with large
nipples that just screamed at you to suck them. She had a small waist with a
flat tummy that she constantly worked on, her pubic hair shaved into a golden
arrow that pointed down to the pink slit of
his seed into her even when she had clearly instructed him not to. And to add
salt to the wound, he had the strange affliction of going flaccid whenever he
put on a condom, so that was never an option.
Kim
made it halfway across the graduation square before she noticed her reflection
in one of the windows. Her hair was a total catastrophe, the little make-up she
had put on before the bonfire was smeared across her face and her nipples were clearly
visible through her white top. She looked like a cheap whore, and normally, a
wave of self consciousness would have washed over her, but she was so angry she
shrugged off the feeling. Besides, she wasn’t too far from her own dorm room,
so she walked on.
“Wait!
Kim! Wait....” Jake’s voice caused her to turn and see him running towards her,
his long dreadlocks glorious in the wind. Kim refused to be moved by the sight
and turned away, picking up pace back to her own dorm.
“Kim!
Just wait for a fucking second.” Jake caught up to her and spun her around by
her shoulder, forcing a confrontation. He was still shirtless, his abs clearly
defined in the fading afternoon light. “You forgot your purse….”
Kim
snatched the purse out of his hand, cutting him short and turning to leave... “ And, ”
he added, spinning her back to face him, “I just wanted to say YES, I’m a
fucking asshole sometimes, and I SHOULD respect you by doing what you ask, and
I’m SORRY. I fucked up. I fucked up big time. But I love you Kim. I don’t ever
want to make you angry again. I’m going to stop being an asshole. I’ll do
anything you tell me from now on. I promise...”
He
brushed a stray dread from his face and looked intently into her eyes, confident
his physical appeal and practiced apology would soften her. Kim stared back.
“Are
you done?” She asked scathingly.
“But…
Babe...” he stuttered, staring awestruck as she stalked off, immune this time to
his powers of persuasion. He’d just wait until she cooled off, he thought to
himself, walking back to his empty dorm room in temporary defeat.
CHAPTER 2: The Fruit Worth
Tasting
Kim
made it back to her own dorm room, and threw herself onto her bed, burying her
face in her pillow and muffling a scream of frustration. It’s ok. I’m better
off without him, she thought to herself, turning to lie on her back and
stare at the ceiling.
She
thought about the good times she and Jake had had, how he always smiled at her
so warmly, the way he always talked with such passion about his music, the way
his hair would dance whenever he laughed.... But it didn’t matter. He’s an
asshole , she reminded herself as she snapped back into the present, the moment
of nostalgia over.
A
few minutes later her roommate finally made her entrance, wrapped in a towel,
her blonde hair slick with water. She dramatically let the towel fall, stepping
out of the ring it made on the ground to bend over with a flick of her hips
while she fished for something in her closet. Kim stared at her ass silently,
admiring the perfect curve of her back, her smooth skin and wonderful legs.
“No
complaining today?” Diana asked playfully. “Or have you finally realized you
should be admiring and not criticizing?” She laughed as she turned around to
face Kim, the sweet sound of her laugh dying away as she noticed the puffy eyes
and the chaos of makeup and hair.
Kim
was smiling though, glad that Diana was finally there to interrupt the whirl of
thoughts in her head. They had gotten along since they were first paired as
roommates in their freshman year, and had become best friends quickly. Diana
was everything Kim wished she was. Standing just 5’ 4”, she had a pair of
round, succulent D-cup breasts that seemed to be made for touching, with large
nipples that just screamed at you to suck them. She had a small waist with a
flat tummy that she constantly worked on, her pubic hair shaved into a golden
arrow that pointed down to the pink slit of
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