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Geoff

So I go out for a cigarette today at work. I'm leaning against my car,
and as
        always the mind starts drifting. I start thinking about this guy
I dated a few times
        when I was 17. He was older than I at 19 and in college while I
was still a high
        school girl. Very exciting for me at the time. 

        The second date took place in his frat house room. His name was
Geoff. He
        was very tall, very lean, with long brown hair and beautiful
brown eyes. A very
        intense sort of guy. 

        We sat and talked on his bed for awhile and drank some beer.
Well, as you
        might imagine, one thing lead to another, and we ended up making
love in his
        room, hoping his roommate wouldn't come in because he was just
down the
        hall at a friend's room. Geoff was a very skilled lover and
taught me a lot that
        night. My 17 year old body was sated after that. I felt
wonderful. 

        When I left that night, I couldn't wait until I saw him again. I
didn't have to
        wait long, he called later that night and invited me to come
back over in a
        couple of days. He said it would have liked for it to be sooner
than that, but he
        was been changing rooms and he wanted it to be more or less set
up before I
        got there. Sounded good to me, since his current room was really
small and
        crowded for 2 people. His new room was huge and he was going to
be sharing
        it (flashback time *lol*) with the guy I had lost my virginity
too. Hmmmmm
        *laughing* 

        I went to the new room 2 nights later, and there are Geoff and
Bill (the roomie)
        in the new room. Bill had a date over, and all of that made me
feel sort of
        awkward, but hey, that's life. Geoff had inherited a loft bed
from the previous
        room user. It was maybe 6 feet off the ground, and approximently
the size of a
        double bed. Geoff was a bit annoyed that since he was so tall,
his feet sort of
        hung off the end, but with a twinkle in those pretty brown eyes
told me to hop
        up and try it out; of course, he followed me right on up. The
next thing you
        know, we are lying down with our arms wrapped around each other,
kissing
        those beautiful kisses that I love so much. Geoff was an expert
kisser. Even
        after all this time I can still feel his lips on mine and his
tongue in my mouth. He
        was the first man to ever suck on my lips. Oh god I love that.
Lips are so
        sensitive, don't you feel? I was in heaven. 

        Geoff and I were having a grand old time up there in his loft,
even though Bill
        and his date were right there in the room with us. I wasn't
concerned at the time
        because the room was so big and they were at the far end. He
started to suck
        on my lips really hard, and his hands were moving all over my
body. I was
        feeling breathless, to say the least. I could feel his hard cock
though his jeans;
        pressing against them, straining the fabric. I just had to rub
it. I used the palm of
        my hand and pressed it hard against him. I could feel the
outline of him even
        through the material. I was dripping wet by now. Geoff's hand
went between
        my legs and he started rubbing my crotch through my jeans. I'm
surprised they
        didn't feel damp to him. He stopped kissing me long enough to
whisper in my
        ear, "Do you want it, bitch?" His voice sounded hoarse, he
sounded different.
        The sound of him calling me bitch, which no one had ever done
before under
        these circumstances, really threw me. I was repulsed and
intrigued at the same
        time. Despite my repulsion, I would be lying if I didn't say
that that made me
        wetter. However, because I was so young and so naive, I told him
no, that I
        didn't want to go that far with others in the room. This seemed
to infuriate him.
        He called me a tease and a whore. I was, of course, devastated
that he would
        say that to me, and yet it somehow made me feel a teeny bit
powerful at the
        same time; that I could do that to him. 

        I tried to push myself off him and get out of the loft, but I
couldn't. Geoff
        dragged me back and rolled me over and laid down on top of me,
pinning me
        underneath him. He was rubbing his body up and down me. His
hands reaching
        up and roughly squeezing my breasts through my shirt. He was
kissing me hard,
        and despite myself, I was kissing him back. I was really turned
on by the
        forcefulness of it. It felt so forbidden. 

        He reached to my waist and yanked my shirt up and then pulled my
bra up to
        my neck. His mouth went to my nipples and he started sucking and
licking and
        biting them hard. I felt as if I should scream out to the other
2 people in the
        room, but I didn't. I was in a sexual frenzy of some sort. My
heart was racing. I
        could hear it in my ears. 

        While Geoff was working on my breasts with his mouth, he was
using his
        hands to undo my jeans and he stuck one down my panties, not
caring that he
        was pulling at my pubic hairs to reach his destination. I wasn't
caring either at
        the point. I wanted his hand there. I was saying no to him and
over and over
        again, but we both knew I didn't mean it. My saying no to him
was making him
        even rougher. My nipples were sore and sensitive, and still he
kept at them. My
        breath was coming in gasps. Geoff was sweating, the tension in
his body
        keeping him going. He shoved 2 fingers deep into me. Keep in
mind, he had
        not pulled my pants down at all, so there was just barely space
there for him to
        get his hand in. The fact that his fingers slid right in without
resistance seem to
        make him happy. He pumped his fingers in and out of me, covering
his hand
        with my juices. He brought his mouth back up to mine and kissed
me again. He
        whispered in my ear, "I know you want me you little tramp". His
eyes flashed. I
        was still so aware of the others in the room, still felt as if I
should be stopping
        this, because it was scaring me even though it was exciting me.
He lifted himself
        up at the waist and undid his pants and pulled them down to his
knees. His
        huge cock was hitting my belly even though he was raised above
me. It looked
        enormous all swollen and purple and frightening and oh god how I
wanted it. I
        was squirming underneath him. I could have gotten out maybe at
this point, but
        I was enthralled by him. 

        He yanked my pants down and somehow managed to pull them off one
leg.
        With one hand he spread my legs beneath him, and with the other,
he guided
        himself deep into me. He filled me full with a moan from both of
us. I came
        almost immediately. Silently. I was still thinking about the
others in the room.
        Hell, I was still saying no. Geoff pumped at me hard, with a
violence to his
        motions. He alternated between sucking my breasts and sucking my
mouth. He
        felt so greedy to me. I was in tears by this point, because I
was hating myself
        for loving what he was doing to and with me. In and out of me he
went. I can
        still feel the size of him there. His slim hips crushing against
my fuller ones.
        Geoff said something to me at that point that I can still hear
his voice saying to
        me. He said "I'm going to shoot my wad inside you." He tensed up
and then
        came in me with a flood of wetness of his own. The sound of his
voice sent me
        over the edge. I came again with a feeling I have never known
before or since.
        We had our lips pressed together, and we both cried out. 

        As soon as we were done, I scrambled to get my pants back on and
out of
        the room. I felt as if I couldn't get out fast enough. He didn't
try to stop me this
        time. He laid back on his bed with a satisfied grin, the tension
in his body gone. 

        As I was climbing back down to the floor, he grabbed my wrist in
a tight grip.
        He looked me deep in the eyes and said, "You'll be back, bitch."
I practically
        ran out of the frat house. I felt as if I smelled of sex. I
probably did. 

        I ran the few blocks home and sat panting on the steps to the
front door. I
        tried not to think about what had happened, push it out of mind.
I couldn't that
        night, but I could later on. I never went back to see Geoff. I
was too frightened
        by my reaction to his ways. Good girls aren't supposed to like
it like that... 


Copyright by MORGWIZ Publications, 1998. All rights reserved. Not to be
reproduced without the
                      express written permission from the author. 


Please visit my website at http://home.earthlink.net/~caillean/ .

Thanks,
Morgan


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