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Originally Posted by
westernwind
I would love to be opposite the window, let them see me stroking as I watch them fuck!
lol.. isn’t that every guy’s wet dream?
TGIF!
Another post from Cheryl’s University fling series.
University Fling #2 - (Part 1 of 2) Butterfactory Aftermath
The Post-Exam Celebration
The exams were finally over. After weeks of pressure and late nights, the group project had been submitted, and the semester had come to an end. To celebrate, Cheryl’s group and another project group from the same class decided to go to Butterfactory at One Fullerton. The club still drew young crowds looking to unwind, its dim lights and heavy bass creating the right atmosphere for letting go.
They managed to secure a few sofa seats near the back and quickly filled the low table with bottles of whiskey and vodka. The night began loud and easy. Glasses clinked, laughter rose above the music, and every so often someone would pull the others onto the small dance floor. Cheryl had chosen a short black dress that hugged her figure, her hair tied back in a ponytail that swung whenever she moved.
As the hours passed, the drinking grew heavier. A couple of the guys were soon completely gone — one was outside hunched over a planter while his friend held him steady, the other slumped on the sofa, barely conscious. By half past two the energy had shifted. People began drifting off in small groups, calling for taxis as the night wound down.
Shawn was flushed from the alcohol but still steady on his feet. He found Cheryl near the exit, her eyelids heavy and her smile loose and giggly. She looked like she might fall asleep standing up.
“I’ll send you home,” he said quietly. “You don’t look like you’ll make it back on your own.”
Cheryl turned toward him and let out a soft, drunken laugh. “You’re drunk too…”
“Less than you. Come.”
She didn’t argue. She let him take her hand as they walked out of the club together into the cooler night air at One Fullerton.
The Taxi Ride Home
The taxi moved through the quiet streets with the two of them in the back seat. Shawn shifted closer almost immediately, resting his hand on her bare thigh just beneath the hem of her dress. Cheryl didn’t pull away. Instead, she turned slightly toward him, her legs parting just enough to invite more.
Shawn’s eyes moved over her slowly in the dim light. “You look really good in this dress” he said, his voice low.
Cheryl tilted her head, a small teasing smile forming despite the alcohol. “Really? Do I look good tonight?”
Without waiting for an answer, she reached up and slipped the thin straps of her black dress off her shoulders. The fabric slid down, revealing the top of her bra and the soft upper curves of her breasts. She held his gaze as she did it, her movements slow and deliberate.
“Do I look delicious enough to eat?” she asked, her voice low and slightly slurred.
Shawn’s cock twitched hard inside his jeans. He stared at the exposed skin and the edge of her bra, his breathing suddenly heavier. “Fuck… yes,” he muttered. “You look fucking delicious.”
Cheryl giggled softly at his reaction, clearly pleased. She left the straps down and leaned back slightly against the seat.
His hand slid higher, fingers brushing the front of her panties. She was already warm. He pressed more firmly, rubbing slow circles over the thin fabric while the taxi continued through the night.
“Already so wet,” he said quietly.
Cheryl let out a soft breath and spread her thighs a little wider. She reached down and placed her hand over his, encouraging him. “Mmm… touch me more…”
Shawn slipped his fingers under the edge of her panties and pushed two inside her. She was even wetter than he expected. Her pussy clenched around his fingers as he started moving them slowly. The wet sounds were faint but steady in the quiet taxi. Cheryl’s head fell back against the seat as she moaned again, longer this time. Her hips rolled slowly, grinding against his hand while she reached over and started stroking the hard bulge in his jeans.
Shawn worked his fingers steadily, curling them as he rubbed her clit with his thumb. Cheryl’s breathing grew uneven. She stroked him more firmly through the denim, her movements gaining purpose. The wet sounds of his fingers moving inside her were faint but steady in the quiet taxi.
“You’re really horny tonight,” he said, voice rough.
Cheryl turned her head toward him, eyes glassy and half-closed, still stroking him. “It’s all your fault,” she replied, her voice low and drunk.
A soft, drunken giggle left her. She leaned in and pressed her lips to the side of his neck. “You … touching me like this… making me wet…” Her voice dropped lower. “Don’t stop… please…”
Shawn’s fingers moved faster inside her. Cheryl kept stroking him through his jeans for a while longer, then her hand moved up and found the button of his jeans. With slightly clumsy fingers, she undid the button and slowly pulled down the zipper. She slipped her hand inside his jeans and underwear, wrapping her fingers directly around his bare cock.
He was rock hard. His cock felt thick and heavy in her hand, pulsing with arousal. As she started stroking him slowly, she could feel warm pre-cum already leaking from the tip, coating her fingers and making her strokes slick
“Fuck…” Shawn exhaled. “Your hand feels so good.”
Cheryl continued stroking him inside his jeans, her fingers gliding over his hard shaft as more pre-cum leaked onto her hand. Shawn’s breathing grew heavier.
“Keep stroking it just like that,” he muttered, his fingers still moving inside her pussy. “You’re making me leak so much…”
After some time, Cheryl’s gaze drifted toward the front. The driver glanced into the rear-view mirror once, then again, a few seconds later, his eyes lingering a little longer than before.
She leaned closer to Shawn, her lips brushing his ear. “The driver… he’s looking.”
Shawn glanced up and caught the driver’s reflection. He didn’t stop. Instead, he pushed his fingers deeper and curled them. Cheryl moaned softly against his neck.
“Let him look,” Shawn muttered.
Neither of them slowed down. Cheryl kept stroking his cock while grinding on his fingers, her moans low but constant. The driver looked away after one last glance, but the knowledge that he had seen them lingered in the air between them.
Eventually Shawn withdrew his fingers and brought them to her lips. Cheryl opened her mouth and sucked them clean, her eyes glassy as she looked at him.
When the taxi finally stopped outside her block, they paid and stepped out. Cheryl’s dress straps were still down, the top of her bra visible in the night air. She didn’t bother fixing them as she took Shawn’s hand and let him lead her toward the void deck.
Void Deck Temptation
They sat on one of the stone benches beneath the block. Cheryl leaned her head against Shawn’s shoulder, her ponytail spilling over his arm, eyes heavy from the alcohol. He lit a cigarette and smoked in silence for a minute, one arm around her.
Then he turned and kissed her.
Cheryl kissed him back at once — warm, eager, and a little messy from drinking. Her hand came up to his cheek, holding him there. The kiss deepened quickly. She opened her mouth for his tongue and moaned softly into it when his hand slid onto her thigh.
This time she didn’t wait. She took his wrist and guided his hand straight under her dress and between her legs. “Finger me…” she whispered against his mouth.
Shawn pushed her panties aside and slid two fingers into her. Cheryl broke the kiss with a shaky gasp, then pulled him back in, kissing him harder as her hips began to move. She reached for his belt with her free hand, undoing it so she could slip inside and wrap her fingers around his cock.
“Fuck…” Shawn groaned against her mouth.
Cheryl stroked him slowly, thumb smearing the pre-cum at the tip. She was breathing hard, drunk and clearly very turned on. “You’re so hard…” she whispered, almost in awe, while still grinding on his fingers. The void deck was quiet, but the occasional sound of the lift arriving somewhere above made the space feel more exposed than it should have.
Shawn pumped his fingers faster, the wet sounds obvious in the quiet night air. “You’re dripping down my hand,” Shawn said against her lips. “Anyone could walk by right now and see you like this.”
Cheryl moaned at the thought and kissed him even more eagerly, her tongue sliding against his. Her hand kept stroking his cock, firmer now. “Then they’ll see how wet I am…” she breathed, voice thick with alcohol and need.
Shawn curled his fingers and rubbed her clit with his palm. Her head fell back against his shoulder, soft sounds escaping her with every movement of his hand.
“Ahhhhh… feels sooo good…” she breathed. “Don’t stop…”
He kept going until her thighs were trembling. Then he slowly withdrew his fingers and brought them to her mouth. Cheryl sucked them without being asked, looking up at him with heavy eyes.
Shawn studied her for a moment before leaning in close.
“Let’s go up to your house,” he murmured. “Sneak me in. We can fuck in your room.”
Cheryl let out a small, drunken laugh even as her hand continued stroking him. “Cannot… my parents are home. My mum’s still awake.”
Shawn didn’t back down. He slipped his fingers back inside her and started moving them again, his voice low against her ear.
“I want to fuck you on your bed,” he said. “Slow at first… then deep and hard. I want to fuck you in every corner of your bedroom — on your bed, against your desk, even on the floor. I’ll make you cum so many times you’ll have to bite your pillow to stay quiet.”
Cheryl’s breathing grew heavier. Her hand moved faster on his cock as she imagined it, a soft moan slipping out. Still, she shook her head.
“No… we can’t,” she whispered, though her hips kept moving against his fingers. “My parents don’t allow…”
Shawn kept fingering her steadily. “I really miss eating your pussy and licking you. Just want you to sit on my face and cum on my tongue.”
Another shaky moan left her. Her strokes grew more urgent, but she still resisted.
“Shawn… I know… but really cannot…”
He pulled his fingers out and looked at her, breathing hard.
“Then let’s go somewhere else,” he said. “Here too open. Someone might walk past. Let’s go to the staircase. Just for a while.”
Cheryl hesitated, still gently stroking him. She was clearly aroused and reluctant to stop.
“…Just for a while,” she said finally, her voice soft. “Then I really need to go up.”
Shawn kissed her again, deeper this time, before standing and taking her hand. They walked toward the lift together.
To be continued
University Fling #2 - (Part 2 of 2)
Stairwell Heat
They rode the lift to the highest floor. The moment they stepped into the stairwell and the heavy door closed behind them, Shawn pushed Cheryl against the concrete wall and kissed her hard. She kissed him back just as fiercely, her hands already tugging at his shirt.
He pulled the straps of her black dress down her arms until the fabric bunched at her waist, then yanked her bra cups down. Her breasts spilled free into the cool air. Shawn immediately latched onto one nipple, sucking hard and hungrily.
Cheryl arched against the wall with a long, low moan. Her hands went straight to his head, fingers tightening in his hair as she held him to her breast. “Ahh… yes… suck it harder…” she breathed, voice drunk and shameless.
He switched to the other nipple, sucking and licking, leaving red marks on the soft skin. Cheryl’s moans echoed softly up and down the stairwell. She made no effort to stay completely silent — the sound of her own pleasure only seemed to turn her on more.
While he sucked her tits, Shawn shoved her panties down and thrust two fingers back inside her. She was dripping wet.
“Ahh— Shawn…” Cheryl moaned loudly, her knees weakening as his fingers pushed deep inside her. “Your fingers feel so deep… please… don’t stop… I’m so wet…”
Shawn started pumping his fingers steadily while sucking on her nipple. Cheryl’s moans became more frequent and desperate as her hips moved on their own, grinding against his hand.
Shawn pulled back just enough to unbuckle his belt and shove his jeans and underwear down to his ankles. His cock stood hard and flushed. He looked at her, breathing heavily.
Cheryl didn’t need any encouragement. Still in a squat against the wall, dress bunched at her waist, breasts bare and marked with red spots, she reached for his cock and took him straight into her mouth.
Shawn’s head fell back with a groan. “Fuck…”
She started slowly, swirling her tongue around his dick head before taking him deeper. One hand stroked the base while she looked up at him through heavy eyes. The concrete was hard against her knees, but she barely noticed.
“Does it feel good?” she asked when she pulled off for breath, her lips already shiny.
“Yes… so fucking good,” Shawn answered, his hand resting on her head. “Your mouth feel so good.”
She took him back in, sucking with more purpose. Every so often she would pull off to stroke him slowly and look up at him.
“You like how I suck you?” she asked, voice slightly slurred.
“Yes yes,” he groaned. “Ahhhhh… you’re sucking me so well. Your mouth is driving me crazy.”
Cheryl moaned softly at the praise and took him deeper. Shawn’s hips began to move in small, shallow thrusts, gently fucking her mouth. She adjusted to his rhythm, letting him use her mouth while her hand continued stroking what she couldn’t take.
“I love having my cock sucked,” Shawn groaned. “I wish you could suck me like this every day.”
Cheryl let out a soft, needy moan around his cock at his words. She pulled off just enough to speak, her hand still stroking him. “Mmmmmm…” she whispered.
After some time, his breathing changed. His thrusts became deeper and more urgent. He was getting close.
“Ahh… suck me, Cheryl…” he groaned, thrusting his hips steadily into her mouth. “Show me how much you love sucking my cock…”
Cheryl moaned loudly around him and started sucking harder, her hand stroking faster. Her eyes looked up at him, glassy and aroused.
Shawn’s thrusts grew even more intense. “You like sucking cock so much, right?”
She pulled off just enough to answer, her voice breathy and honest while she continued stroking him. “Yesss… I love sucking it so much…”
She immediately took him back into her mouth and sucked even harder. Shawn let out a low groan at her response.
“Fuckkk… that’s it,” he muttered. “Keep sucking like that… don’t stop”
Cheryl moaned around his cock and kept going, her head moving faster. Shawn’s breathing turned ragged. He grips her head tightly and his thrusts into her mouth became more desperate as he approached the edge.
“Ahh… I’m close…” he groaned. “Suck me more… don’t stop…”
She pulled off for a second, stroking him quickly with her wet hand while looking up at him. “Cum for me… I want to taste you…”
“Fuck… I’m cumming…” he groaned loudly. “I’m cumming now… Arghhh…. Arghh….”
His cock pulsed violently in her mouth as he started to cum. Thick ropes of cum shot into the back of her throat. Cheryl didn’t pull away. She kept sucking through his orgasm She kept sucking through his orgasm, swallowing what she could while the rest spilled from the corners of her mouth.
“Oh fuck… yes…” Shawn groaned, his voice shaking. “Keep sucking… it feels so good… don’t stop…”
Cheryl continued sucking gently but steadily, milking him through every pulse while he trembled above her.
Only after he had finished cumming did Cheryl slowly pull off. She looked up at him, lips swollen and shiny, a thin trail of cum dripping from the corner of her mouth. She wiped it with her finger and slowly licked it clean, still holding his gaze.
Shawn stared down at her, chest heaving, completely spent.
Cheryl gave a small, satisfied, drunk giggle and stood up on unsteady legs. She pulled her bra cups back into place, tugged the straps of her dress up over her shoulders, smoothed the fabric over her hips, and fixed her ponytail with quick fingers. Within seconds she looked almost put-together again, except for the faint red marks visible above the neckline of her dress and the slight flush on her cheeks.
She looked at Shawn, eyes still heavy but clearer now, and smiled softly. “I need to go. My mum’s waiting.”
She stepped past him, pushed open the stairwell door, and walked toward the lift without looking back.
Shawn stayed where he was, jeans still around his ankles, watching the stairwell door close behind her.
Hope you enjoyed the short read