I shook my head, the whole two rides thing is because Alison is a year ahead of me. Right after my graduation she took me out to celebrate, and in her lightweight drinking buzz forgot I did not like being forced to do stuff. By the time it was over, I had to call a friend to get home, and she had given me a black eye and a bloody nose. I called every thing off after that night.
Summer was a nonstop phone blowing up, messaging and just running into each other. Her parents, of course blamed me, for breaking their angel’s heart. My mom, who adored Alison, told me I should give her another chance. My friends told me I should move to Europe and change my name to Lenny.
I had chosen another college out of state, just to get away from her. My birthday weekend, I was at our cabin and my mom invited Alison and her family to help me celebrate. A loud thunderstorm while we were alone at the cabin ended with her crying in my arms. I later found out she had been having trouble with them ever since we broke up. She had survived her freshman year of college with an old jacket she had borrowed and kept.
We didn’t make up fuck, or even officially get back together. She just was back. When she saw the college, I was going to attend other than State, she bawled. She didn’t even blame me, her parents did, and of course my mom. July was another awkward month. Her dad caught me at Walmart and we had long heart to heart, Jeff was the most intimidating man I knew, six foot seven and looked like a professional wrestler, he and my dad were best friends from way back only cooling off when Alison and I broke up. Being corned by him was terrifying, I explained all that happened. He listened. I was pretty sure as I talked, he imagined my death several ways. He explained that Alison never got over the tornado night. She always saw me as her hero. Which, coming from a dad, cost him. He had hoped she would get over it, move on. He even threw out that jacket and burned it to try to get her stop being so foolish. It only pushed more over the edge according to him, say she had not left her room since the last storm.
I did what any hero would do, I went home and started filling out a ton of last minute forms and applied to State. I had the grades and academics, my mom was ecstatic not having to drive six hours to visit. Dad just shook his head. I remember when I got my acceptance email, I printed it out, and left it the Belmont’s house addressed to Mr. Belmont.
I never saw the semi called Alison when she tackled me, that afternoon while I was mowing the lawn. Move in day, I had my own Belmont moving company. She wore a skirt and if my folks had not been there, I am pretty sure she would have christen the room with the bed still my dad’s truck.
We pulled up to her dorm, and she was at my door when I parked. “I will sign you in.” I was drug behind her to her dorm room. She had her own room. Which I envied because it had a joined bathroom with the room next door. Jocks have all the nice stuff.
As soon as I shut the door, she kissed me, pushing me back to the door. Her tongue was deep in my mouth and her small breast pressed hard against me. While Alison had a great body, her only semi let down was she had modest breast just over a b cup. I felt her lifting me up as she kissed me. She bit my bottom lips as she finally let me down. She placed her hand by the head towering over me, and her other hand grabbed the hem of my shorts. “Mine,” she smiled.
I reached and cupped her breasts one in each hand. “We could have done this in my room.” She leaned into my hands as I groped her.
“Move in with me.” She moved her hand into my shorts.
“What??” A lot of images of lots of fun and world rocking sex flashed through my mind. Also, the image of her dad and mom shooting me on sight.
Her hand squeezed my member. “I mean lets get our own place. I can now.”
Pushing her back, well attempting to. She had a grip and was in my same weight class. “I am still a freshman.”
“Then let’s get married, married couples can have their own place.” She was serious. I was seeing huge red flags waving in the air.
“Married couples also have one person who works and has insurance for the other.” She looked down. “Right now, I can not afford to work and school.” I moved my hand from her breast to cup her cheek. “Second, your mom and my mom would skin us alive if we lived together before marriage.”
She sighed. “Would you though, if they let us?”
“I don’t know I haven’t thought about it that much.” I smiled. “I am just getting used to this college thing.”
She closed her eyes and rested her face in my hand. Her hand let go of its death grip on my crotch. Her dark hair lay to one side of her face. She really was beautiful, green eyes, black hair, high cheekbones, and a cute nose. Her eyes closed she looked like an angel content with my touch. “Alison….” I whispered her name. She just rubbed her cheek on my hand.”Why did you really want me to come over?” I waited for her eyes to meet mine.
She blushed, and then her shoulders set, as she pulled her body up to it full height. “Because I am being greedy.” She gave me that wicked smile of hers. “I have to sell raffle tickets during the game to help the softball team out. So, I won’t get to stay and watch the game with you.”
“That all?” I mean that made sense, in an Alison kind of way. “I thought you were going to rope me into doing free labor for your sorority or whatever college girls do on these game days.”
Her face broke, as she laughed. “Well,” she bit her bottom lip. “I was hoping you would go shopping with me. You know yard selling like we used to do back…”
“Yard selling?” I pinched her nipples and pushed back across the room till she fell on her bed. “Goofball, why didn’t you tell me all the good deals will have been sold by now?” She lay on her bed, her long legs wrapped around mine.
She looked up, “I want you.”
“You always want me.” I let go of her chest, standing over her. I pulled back, trapped by her legs. Her shorts and the t-shirt were not leaving much to my imagination. I gave her a wink. I reached up the leg of her shorts. My thumb caressed her large clitty, that she said made her pussy ugly. She hated it, but it was the most sensitive spot I could reach at this angle. She shivered as I let my thumb caress it through panties.
She let out a whimper, her legs squeezed me. I smiled. Letting the side of my fingers tease her vaginal lips not moving her panties. “You love this don’t you?” She let out a whimper and nodded. “Yard selling, or teasing you all morning?” She bit her lip.
“Do I get I get dick?” The question seemed foreign coming from her lips, asking for it. It really was, because our first time pinned, she pinned me down and rode me raw. She loved being on top.
“Do you deserve a dick?” I smiled, twirling her little hard little member with my thumb. She squirmed as I felt her getting wet. “Well?”
“No, I have been a bad girlfriend.” She looked at me with a pouty face.
“Oh?” I asked as I pressed thumbed her exterior clit with my thumb.