The Paper - Part Two

This part of the story switches to two new characters. When I finished the first few chapters, I had many requests for Roger to enter the story.

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The Paper - Part 2

Rebecca was looking forward to tonight. It had been two months since she met up with her high school fuck buddy, he was always good for a little lickin’. She was worried that she may have to go lezbo if she wanted to get a little tongue action here at college but once she heard the story about Roger she knew she’d be set. It’s not like he got a lot of action so she was confident she could keep him on the side for at least a semester. The only thing she was worried about was what she’d have to give him in return.

Just thinking about tonight made her slender fingers work their way down past her waist. Even through her shorts she could feel her pussy was already smoldering. Sitting at her desk she could slip her fingers up the leg of her shorts without her roommate noticing. She absolutely loved to tease herself by flicking the tip of her fingers up and down her slit. She yearned for it to be someone’s tongue and was so pleased it would be tonight, she was sure of it.

“You wanna get some lunch?” Her roommate’s, Melissa, question brought her back to the moment.

“Uh, no I’m good.” Her fingers were frozen in place, fearful they were detected.

“Alright, so I’ll see you tonight at the party?”

“No I have that study meeting.” Rebecca couldn’t help but flick her hidden finger at just talking about tonight.

“It’s Saturday night. You never study on the weekends, what’s up?” Melissa opened the door and waited for a response before heading out. Rebecca didn’t want the secret getting around too much. If Roger’s skills became common knowledge he may get popular and then who knows how much she’d have to do to get what she wanted.

“Eh, my parents have been riding me pretty hard about my grades. They’d like me out of school in six years if possible.” They both giggled a bit about the running joke that doctors won’t be in school as long as Rebecca will be.

“Well, I’ll drink extra for you then. See ya.” Melissa closed the door and as soon as Rebecca heard the automatic lock click in place she hurled herself onto her bed stripping off her clothes as quickly as possible. On her back her legs were splayed open, fingers from both hands disappearing inside. Her thumbs stroked her short blonde pubic hairs while her middle fingers worked into her in their usual cadence. Rebecca loved watching her own nipples harden, feeling the sensation spread from the outer rim of her perky mounds to the center.

She closed her eyes and arched her back as her first orgasm started to form. She began to furiously circle her clit with one hand and tease her labia with the other, once again pretending it was Roger’s mouth on her instead of her own fingers.

She came, breath caught in her throat, with her body bridged in the air. Her head and feet were the only things in contact with the bed. Moments later she collapsed back down onto the bed and began to clean her fingers with a tissue. Rebecca was so homophobic she didn’t even want to taste her own juices. That orgasm had quenched most of the fire inside her but she could still tell there were still some embers glowing red. She could have continued and easily gotten herself off again but she wanted to keep her desire at a peak for this evening.

The night seemed like it was going to be easy for her to get what she wanted. Roger went out of his way to ensure they would meet at his place. He even just happened to mention that his roommate wouldn’t be in tonight; apparently everyone was going to that party Melissa was at. He even let slip how he just got his delivery of booze from his brother. To an underage and unpopular college kid there was nothing better than a sibling that was willing to stock you up with as much liquor you could afford, even if it was at a substantial markup.

Rebecca didn’t mind, a shot or two of vodka would go a long way to loosening her up enough to start making out with Roger. She was sure that once she got him warmed up he wouldn’t be able to say no to anything if he were guaranteed release at the end of the night. She actually had to work her way through the crush of students in the lobby of Rogers’s dorm. Many were on their way out for the night and some had just started drinking in the makeshift lounge.

Several of her carousing friends asked her where she was going but she was able to turn them aside with a mention that she’d catch up with them later and so forth. She had managed to procure a plastic cup full of tepid beer that she slammed down quickly before reaching the steps to the third floor, a little appetizer to ensure the few morals she had were subdued.

Roger’s front door forced her to reevaluate her situation. She didn’t know what they all meant but there were, at minimum, thirty phrases written in large black marker on the door. “Live Long and Prosper”, “The Truth is Out There”, “Use the Force Luke” were in the largest and most legible handwriting. Her pussy detected the internal struggle and reminded her who was in charge for the night by increasing the moistness between her legs.

Even though she was apprehensive, one very large part of her brain was dedicated to the thoughts of what would happen later. Despite her shower and thorough cleaning after her little escapade in her empty dorm room Rebecca’s pussy still maintained the humidity level of a rainforest.

Her libido was taking over since before she could say to herself she was ready, she found her knuckles were wrapping on the metal door. The echo of that knock bounced around the deathly quiet hallway.

She was afraid what she was going to see, hear, and smell as the door creaked open but the first sign was positive, a slight vanilla scent tugged at her nostrils. There’s a brownie point for Rog.

Roger was barely silhouetted by a single bulb from behind him in the room. “Hey Becky, come on in.” She cringed, Rebecca hated being called Becky. “Sorry about the light but there is something wrong with the overhead lighting so I had to move the desk lamp over to the futon.” He motioned for her to take a seat as he closed the door behind her. The room was one of the smaller doubles on campus. She was pleased she didn’t have to live in a room this cramped with someone else. The futon he must have used as a bed was pushed in the corner and a desk lamp was perched precariously on a shelf above it.

She glanced at the switch on the wall and wondered exactly what would happen if she turned it on. ‘Whatever’ she thought to herself. Normally, with any other guy, at this point she would have turned around and left but she was on a mission tonight so she played along and settled down on one side of the futon under the light. She added to his explanation, “The vanilla candles help a little bit too.”

“Oh, yeah.” The not at all quick witted expression on his face gave him away. “That’s why I lit them.” Roger walked into the beam of light cast by the forty watt bulb and Rebecca could finally make out the details of his appearance. Black shorts and a black tee, at least she couldn’t roll her eyes at his attire since it was plain enough. Oh, wait, he was wearing a pair of blue flip flops you get at the dollar store. That took all the control she could muster to not scoff.

His general appearance wasn’t that awful. He was lean and nearly six feet tall with short cropped brown hair. That hair did nothing to hide his forehead that was constantly oily or pimple infested. In an effort to cancel out that oiliness Roger had scrubbed it with several different creams and astringents before Rebecca showed up. This also succeeded in giving it the look like he had used steel wool since it was now red and blotchy.

Roger wiped the palms of his hands on his shorts and Rebecca realized he was doing the same thing she was, checking out his prey for the night. She had wanted to make it as easy as possible to get what she wanted done and as difficult for anything else to happen. A short, midnight blue miniskirt barely covered her freshly shaven legs that were still glistening from the liberal dose of lotion she applied earlier right out of the shower. There were no panties or thong hiding under that skirt, she didn’t want anything getting in the way. Her top was another story all together. She wanted to wear something sexy but something that she hoped he wouldn’t want to take the time to remove. It was a lighter blue top that was wrapped around her body and tied in a knot just above her belly button. It was more of a wrap than a top and it was fit so tightly against her body she was certain he would never be able to fit a hand underneath it. If he did get past her first layer of defense he’d have to face The Repeller. That was her name for the bra she had since her senior year in high school. One of the advantages to not having your breasts grow anymore at a young age is that when you find a bra that no boy could get undone in the heat of passion you could keep it forever.

“So can I get you anything before we get started? A drink maybe?”

“What do you got?” Rebecca looked around the room as Roger went to the closet and started rattling off liquors. Rebecca spotted no less than 3 posters that made math related jokes and a stuffed green alien in the corner. “You got any Jack Daniels?” Her question cut off Rogers ramblings.

“Well yeah, I have a half bottle of that left. You sure you want it cause I have some nice peach schnapps I thought you’d like.” He stood back up bringing his head out of the closet with a bottle in hand. When he did she noticed a large, triangular shaped spaceship model hung from the ceiling with wire.

“Yeah, I’m definitely going to need some JD.” He pulled that bottle out and started to pour them both a drink into short ornate green glasses.

“Oh those are pretty glasses.”

“Yeah, I got these off eBay. They are replicas from ones they used in episode 62 of –“

“Bring the bottle with you.” She cut him off again. Luckily Roger took the hint to let it go. Plopping down on the seat next to her she took the drink out of his hand and slammed it right back. The burning down her throat reassured her that another one of those and she wouldn’t have any more worries tonight.

The heat from the beer and now whiskey spread through her chest as she shook the empty glass in front of him, asking for a refill. Roger’s astonished look ensured he had never seen anyone drink like that outside of a western before. He happily refilled her glass with twice as much this time.

“So what did you think of my ideas?” Roger asked and brought his own drink up to his lips. Barely touching them with the liquid he was only making it seem like he was drinking along with her. Rebecca didn’t know if this would be easier if he were drunk but she wanted to try him sober first, the last thing she needed was a slobbering drunk between her legs.

“They were great. Lets talk about that first one for a bit.” Roger didn’t take much prodding to go into geek student mode. He wrote her a five page email with just three ideas about the project. Even if she didn’t get what she really wanted out of this, at least wouldn’t have to put much effort into this paper. Rebecca finished her double in two quick gulps. Setting her empty glass on the hardwood floor and went to work.

While he talked Rebecca repositioned herself so their legs were rubbing against each other, trying for the most flesh on flesh contact possible. When he would point to something in one of the texts she would touch his hand lightly to move it aside but then hold onto it for a few extra seconds. Eventually her fingertips were in constant motion on Rogers forearm and her head rested on his shoulder. She was extra careful to ensure each puff of breath when she spoke floated over his neck or cheek or earlobe.

She knew her efforts were having the desired effect. Rogers’s speech was becoming much more stilted and his breath consisted of big gasps of air. Roger switched from a large hardbound text to a periodical he must have gotten from the deepest recess of the library because its musty odor overpowered both the vanilla and Jack Daniels. When he did make this switch she could see his lap for the first time in several minutes, the view of his tented shorts was further confirmation he was ready to move on.

The next time she grabbed his hand she, as nonchalantly as possible, brought his to rest on her thigh. His palm was hot as fire on her body. He was cautions at first but when she rotated her body a bit to expose more of her inner thigh he became bold. His hand started to move up and down her leg, gliding easily over her soft skin. Several moments later and he was still containing his explorations to already exposed areas of Rebecca’s legs. To urge him on a bit more she pointed emphatically to something in the magazine making a point about something totally inconsequential. When she did this she pushed hard enough on the yellowed paper of the magazine that it rubbed his cock through it and his pants.

She knew she hit the right spot since he squirmed ever so slightly at the touch and his hand moved further, but in the wrong direction. It went down to her knee and his fingers snuck around behind the kneecap. She was trying to think of a way to move things along when a tiny shot of pleasure raced up her leg, into her spine and from there to the every tip of her body. In her surprise she couldn’t stifle the slight moan produced.

“I’m sorry.” Roger tried to remove his hand from under her leg but she added pressure keeping it held fast. She was surprised that sensation could be produced by being touched behind the knee like he had.

“How did you do that?”

“It’s just a, uh, a zone.” He stopped pulling on his hand so she released her pressure and Roger did the same gentle touch again. This time she was ready for it so it wasn’t nearly as surprising but still pleasurable none the less. Also, since this time she knew it was coming she was able to give her best sexy moan.

“There are other zones you know.” She pushed down on the magazine again, rolling the pressure over his crotch. Rebecca added her other hand in the mix, placing it on his chest she slowly caressed him.

“Yeah, there are all,” he stressed this word a little extra, “kinds of zones.” Roger shimmied his body around to face her better and let his hand move up and under her skirt. His fingers fumbled around for a few seconds, looking to pull aside panties that weren’t there. When he felt her narrow strip of pubic hair he knew there was nothing else in the way. His index finger shot into her in one swift stroke. Thankfully she had been wet already. Rebecca’s moan was genuine once again. It was good to have someone else in her.

There were no more words exchanged for several minutes while Roger used at first one, then two fingers. He was good with those fingers too. He wasn’t just trying to see how fast he could move them in and out, he was an explorer. Seeing what she liked, he went back to spots that made her writhe several times while still searching out others. Rebecca thrust her hips out and pulled her skirt up to her waist, she was willing to give him access to whatever he needed.

A couple more dozen swirls of his digits and she felt an orgasm begin to peek out from deep within her. This pending bliss was why she did not shy away when Roger leaned down to kiss her. For how good he was supposed to be on a girl’s nether lips, he couldn’t do a thing with her upper ones. He pursed his lips and pressed them against hers and that was about it. If she had her wits about her this would have disheartened Rebecca for the rest of the night but luckily for her, her wits were tossed in the corner with one of her shoes that she kicked free as her orgasm loosed itself from deep within. Waves of pleasure rolled through her and Rebecca let her head loll back with her lips wide open in a silent moan.

She grabbed a hold of Roger’s arm that was between her legs to make sure he didn’t go anywhere and caught up a handful of her own breast in the other. Her back was arched at an odd angle once again but she didn’t care how odd it may look. Her hand squeezed her breast and crushed her clothed nipple between two of her fingers. She was very pleased with her second orgasm of the day but she wanted to cum again, she wanted to cum all over Roger’s famously good tongue.

“Wow that was great.” She had intended to play it up for Roger but realized she didn’t even need to. Still short of breath she continued panting the next coy statement, “It’s too bad I want to stay a virgin cause I could really go for something else in me.” Rebecca mentally crossed her fingers: first that he hadn’t heard too many stories about her to debunk the virgin part of the plan, and secondly that he would take the bait.

“Well lucky for you I do have something else to use that would keep your virginity intact.” Roger slid from the edge of the futon, like a predator cat closing in on its dinner, and he crawled between Rebecca’s legs. Rebecca had a stadium full of cheering people resonating in her head when she felt Roger’s breath between her legs. Rebecca forced her hips out as far as they could go without making her tumble to the floor, closed her eyes and waited for bliss.

Butterfly kisses danced about her inner thighs and lower belly. He built up the anticipation like someone telling a ghost story around a campfire. Kisses led to her clit and at the last second veered away to her stomach up through her fine blonde hairs. Tongue swirls came within a centimeter of her lower lips only to continue down her leg. Rebecca noticed she was holding her breath waiting, hoping. His own warm, moist breath billowed from Roger’s mouth that was poised just above her clit but when she tried to lift her body to meet those lips he would pull away just enough so she couldn’t get relief but still close enough she could feel each exhale.

It was almost unfair when he added fingertip movements along her supple, darkly tanned legs. Once again he found that zone behind her legs, one with each hand. A pleading whimper of a moan was enough for Roger to end her torment. Her throbbing clit was captured by his mouth. The whimper changed to a long moan that ended with, “Thank goodness.”

Rebecca could feel his mouth smile against her body. The anticipation of this moment had her right on the edge of another orgasm that broke through when Roger’s tongue danced over her clit the very first time. She ground against his mouth and he gladly accepted with little audible ‘mmm” noises.

This orgasm was shorter but more intense than the last, it shot through her like an explosion. She had the feeling she did when she would jog for miles; muscles ached, her body trembled slightly from exertion, her long blonde hair hung in her face and a droplet of sweat rolled down her nose. Her pussy was quivering and she was in that zone where she knew she was immediately ready for another.

Every orgasm she had today was better than the last, she couldn’t even imagine how good the next would be. She knew she was right on the edge of it already. Roger began to lick deeply into her pussy with his nose nuzzled right against her clit. Next he slipped two fingers in her and went back to exploring. Every time she got close to cumming again Roger would sense it and back off, returning to gentler licks and kisses on and around her pussy.

While Roger concentrated below her waist Rebecca let her hands wander over her own body. It was this moment that she cursed her planning, she wanted so badly to pinch her brown nipples that topped her small, tan breasts. For several moments she settled for squeezing a breast in each hand, massaging them harshly.

She lost track of time like this but at least five times she had gotten to within two beats of cumming only to be ripped back from the precipice by slower and more tender actions. The sixth time was too much for her and she grabbed a handful of Roger’s hair, trying to force his head down on her like she had experienced so many times in the past. When he wouldn’t be lead she whimpered once again, this time with an audible, “Please.”

Roger’s mouth lifted off of her just enough and long enough to ask, “Please what.” She didn’t think it was possible from this geek, but he sounded absolutely sinister. She didn’t care. She needed to cum. Even though she had less than a few minutes ago, she desperately needed to get off again. There was nothing else in Rebecca’s universe at this moment.

“Make me cum.” She dragged the last m into another pleading sob. Rebecca didn’t care if he wanted to jump up and screw her, if he didn’t get her off in a second she was going to push him out of the way and finish herself off. Luckily verbalizing her need was enough for Roger because he used fingers from one hand to spread her pussy apart and his tongue stroked up and down her several times before his lips surrounded her exposed clit and fingers, three of them, pushed into her.

His fingers stroked along the walls of her pussy and slid easily in and out of her. Roger nibbled at her clit with lip covered teeth, putting more pressure than his lips could on their own but not hurting. With that added force she could feel her clit pulse with each heartbeat. With every three or four pulses of her clit Roger would throw in a swirl of his tongue around it.

This was too much for Rebecca to bear. Jamming her thumbs under her top and bra she yanked them over her head. Breasts finally freed her thumb and forefinger each found an unbelievably hard and long nipple. Pulling her nipples away from her body was the last step she needed to throw her into a final out of body orgasm.

Muscles in Rebecca’s body refused to obey her will, they locked up for several seconds and her entire body burned with delight. When they did work again she was unable to control the explosive release of breath that mutated into a deep groan. Moans continued, far too loudly for a dorm, while the orgasm caused her body to convulse. This was the strongest one she had in a month, and it was stealing away every last bit of energy she had.

Roger circled her clit under his tongue until he felt the last of her orgasm fade. Rebecca sunk into the thin cushions of the futon as Roger leaned back to sit and lick juices from his lips and fingers. This caused him to be pulled out of the light and dissolve into shadow. Rebecca tried to look at him but couldn’t make out anything past her still twitching legs. Rebecca’s deep gasps of breath were the only noises to be heard in the tiny room.

Even though she couldn’t see it she swore he had a cat that caught the mouse type of grin on his face when he asked, “So, was I as good as Sue said I was?”