Meg was a brainy girl with understated beauty and one of the greatest sets of breasts I have ever seen. She stood 4'11, and when asked she would always claim to be 5 foot.
"Just under average," she would say.
You didn't argue with Meg. She was pretty head strong, and had this wild streak to her. She thrived on spontaneity and had this infectious irreverent attitude about life. Though she was only eighteen, you could tell she had seen a lot in so few years.
I met Meg the first day of Spring semester during my Sophomore year at college. I arrived early for class and sat down outside in the hallway. Across from me sat this tiny delicate thing curled up in a mass of black and red flannel reading some obscure graphic novel. Her shorts were so short that it was nearly impossible to miss the sliver of neon green panties contrasting against her slender pale thighs.
Admittedly, that was how she caught my gaze. A single slip of color, that could have easily been drowned out by poor lighting. Nonetheless, it was essentially a trap and I took the bait. As my eyes drifted up, her eyes met mine. I was expecting some sort of nasty look or some sort of admonishment, but there was nothing. There was no reaction, nor any tell one way or the other, she just returned her attention back to the book she was reading and didn't pay me any mind.
When class opened, I was first in. I chose a seat in the back corner of the room. Along with my laptop, I had pulled out a copy of the Story of O which has just been returned by my last potential sub.
"Are you a Rene' or Sir Stephen?" a soft voice asked.
I looked up to see green pantie girl slipping into the seat next to mine.
"Excuse me?"
"You must be a bitch boy?" she stated emphatically as she motioned to the book on my desk.
It took me a moment to catch up.
"Do I look like a bitch boy?" I asked.
"I could see you sucking dick." she offered.
"Oh really?" I laughed. "With a mouth that small, how do you suck anything?" I countered.
She let out this completely obnoxious laugh. "You'd be surprised what my mouth can do," she said with a smile.
"I'm intrigued."
"You should be," she said.
As class began there was this lingering tension that existed. I've only felt it a few times in my life. It was like we were magnetically drawn together. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, the way she bounced around and seem to put out far more energy than she could ever consume. Part of her must have been equally as intrigued by me, as she rarely took her eyes off of me. By the time class was over her chair had shifted into the aisle from her constantly leaning over and passing notes back and forth.
"If you could do one thing to me, what would be it be?" she asked.
"I'd take you home and keep you for the weekend."
"But what would I do?"
"Whatever I wanted."
Meg smiled. "Two things, you can't call me baby, and you can't cum on my face."
"I won't cum on your face until you ask me to."
"That's not funny."
"Not meant to be," I said. "Just the truth."
"Sir Stephen," she said.
"Rene' is a bitch a boy." I offered.
"I'm sure he sucks dick," Meg added.
The next fifteen minutes felt like time warped and the world around us stood still. I can honestly say, that in those minutes, I don't recall seeing a single other person, nor do I remember the walk across campus to my car. There was only her.
"I'm taking you home," I said.
"Part of me doesn't care how bad that sounds," she offered.
"It's only bad if I'm a bad guy," I stated.
"Are you?" she asked.
"I can be," I answered.
Without any prompting, Meg had started to open the door to my car. I pushed it close.
"Backseat," I whispered in her ear.
"Yes sir," she said.
Meg opened the door to the backseat and started to crawl in.
"Stop," I ordered.
She complied and turned to face me. I took her backpack and tossed it into the backseat and pulled her red and black flannel shirt down from shoulders. As it dropped down to her waist I got my first view of her body. She was small with a slender frame, yet she boasted a bustline that was far beyond proportional. Her breasts poured through an old wife-beater, stretching the fabric to its limits.
"No bra," she said in a hushed raspy voice.
I placed my right hand on her hip and pushed my index finger down into her pants. It was the first time we had touched. I could feel a slight shiver from her as I ran my finger along her fleshy abdomen and to the button that fastened her shorts together. With a quick flip they were undone and my hand wandered up. The hair on her stomach and side prickled to the touch. As my hand found her breast Meg stepped forward into me. She found resistance as she pressed against the bulk of my 6'3 frame. For the first time she was speechless.
"Give me your panties," I ordered.
Meg stood quiet and motionless for a few moments, before she shook off the flannel shirt and let it fall the ground. With her face buried in my abdomen she shifted her weight and shimmied her short-shorts down to her knees. As she lifted her left leg to pull it through, she began to slip. I caught her as she began to lose balance.
"I got you," I said as I righted her. I then spun her around so that she was facing the backseat. I knelt down and pulled her panties to her knees.
"Turn over," I directed. "Lay in the backseat. You'll have to do the rest."
Meg stepped out of her shorts and crawled into the back seat. She turned over and immediately began slipping her panties the rest of the way down her legs. Once they were off she laid there listless. Her eyes focused away. I grabbed her left ankle with my right hand pushed it to the side. It was just enough to see what lied beneath those neon green panties. Her flower was just as delicate as she was. Fresh and pristine.
Voices preceded a group of guys that were walking up from behind my car. No doubt, heading to 3PM class. A shocked Meg immediately recoiled. Her startled eyes met mine. I smiled and shook my head.
"Stop," I mouthed silently.
I crawled in between her legs spreading them further apart.
"I might want them to see you," I said.
I pushed forward and slipped the wife-beater shirt over Meg's head. Her immediate reflex was to cover up. The voices of the men grew louder and closer. I shook my head again.
"No," I said.
Meg's arms were locked across her chest. Her eyes were huge. She turned onto her side.
"No," I ordered. This time in a bit harsher tone.
Meg froze as the voices seemed right on top of use. I could see three guys through my back window, standing just feet away from my rear bumper. Meg slowly eased up and rolled to her back, her arms fell to her side.
One of the guys broke off from the group and walked between my car and the truck in the next parking spot. I lost sight of him as he passed behind me but felt the door push in a little bit.
"Sorry," he said.
Meg gasped. "Oh my God!"
I watched Meg squirm. The man's footsteps grew softer and the look of terror on Meg's face melted into a smile as the experience passed and the weight of what had happened set in. She bounced up and down frantically kicking her legs.
"Oh my God!" she squealed. "Oh my God!"
"Come here," I ordered. Her enthusiasm shifted, she quickly leaned up and I slid under while she straddled me. As she nestled in, she ground deeply upon me. Pressing her nude flesh against my denim pants.
"Oh," Meg said coyly.
"Take it out," I ordered.
Meg fumbled a bit with my belt. Her small hand was nearly the size of the buckle. Her ham-fisted attempt brought impatience and I reached down and assisted. She managed the button with no problem.
She quickly reached in and pulled cock out. I slid down a bit and shimmied my jeans down to my knees. Meg was now straddling my stomach. Her pussy was rubbing against my skin, smooth and warm.
"Play with yourself," I directed. She complied by burying one hand in her crotch and diverted the other up my shirt where she rubbed my chest.
"Smooth," she said. "I like."
Meg rhythmically ground against me with her hand sandwiched between us. Fast, then, slow, then fast again. With each gyration she slid further down until she her ass was rubbing the tip of my dick. Using her free hand, she grabbed my cock and offered it a few jerks.
"I'm not sure it will fit," she admitted.
"Ya think?" I countered. "We just gotta get you wetter."
"I'm plenty wet," she said.
She had stopped rubbing herself and placed her hand on my chest to brace herself as she tugged on my cock. Faster, then slow, then fast again.
"Spit on it," I ordered.
Meg looked at me with a half-crazed look.
"You heard me," I said. "I want the first time you feel me, to feel me balls deep."
Meg ducked down and after several halfhearted attempts, I pulled her up. I hooked several of my fingers in her mouth and then rubbed the top of my cock.
"Put it in," I whispered as I pulled her body against me. "How many guys have you fucked in the parking lot?"
"None," she whispered.
"Look at me," I ordered.
Meg complied and she arched her back so she could look me in the eye. I shifted my left arm down around her waist and brought my right one up under her arm and grabbed the hair on the back of her head.
"This is going to hurt," I warned.
I held her tight and with a quick thrust I entered her. She let out a loud gasp and her vagina clinched. Still, my cock pushed deeper and deeper into her. With my arms I leveraged her body back and forth on me until the friction has lessened and her vagina relaxed.
"Now ride," I said. She rode.
It didn't take long before the build-up started to get to me.
"Not on the face?" I asked.
"Don't care," Meg responded. "Anywhere!"
Meg sped up and the intensity of her grinding grew. I took a deep breath and attempted to compose myself as I grew closer to climax.
"I'm about to," I said.
"Then do it," Meg said in a hushed whisper. She began tonguing my ear.
I reached down and with both my hands I completely encircled her waist. I pushed down and drew and protracted groan from her.
"Anywhere?" I asked.
Meg nodded emphatically, and then kissed me. I responded by grabbing her by the hair on the back of her head and caught her gaze.
"You let just any guy you meet in class cum in your eighteen-year-old pussy?"
Meg slowed a bit and processed.
"Never have," she responded.
"Never?"
She shook her head. "You'd be the first to cum in my eighteen-year-old pussy."
I came hard. Yet, a funny thing happened. I didn't get soft and Meg continued. She rode me a while longer until her back arched and she let out a loud gasp. She crumpled upon me and just stared glossy eyed out the car window.
"What now?" she asked. "Sub worthy?"
"Well, I know you can fuck," I answered. "We'll have to see how ya hold up over the next couple of days."
"Next couple of days?" she asked with a puzzled look.
"I told you I was going to keep you for the weekend," I said.
"You did say that," she offered.
She gently rested her head on my chest and returned her gaze out to the parking lot before sitting up abruptly.
"Hey, when did the truck leave?" she asked.
I looked at her and then to the empty space where the truck had been. We both let out loud obnoxious laughs before turning our attention to getting dressed.
"I'm going to need a toothbrush," Meg said.
