Matching Hearts by YDB95

At last he stood up straight again. “Help me off with this?” He unbuttoned the top button on his shirt.

“I insist!” She kissed him again, and their lips stayed engaged while she undid all the other buttons and untucked his shirt from his pants, and unbuckled his belt. While she was at it, she felt him pulling her panties down. Though she found it a delightful rush to be naked while he was still almost fully clothed, she lost no time in pushing his shirt off around his shoulders and then pulling his t-shirt over his head. He embraced her again, and Faith was introduced to the delight of skin-on-skin. The sensation took her breath away.

Presently they were both wearing only their glasses. Faith couldn’t help laughing when she realized that. “To think I almost wore contacts tonight!”

“I’m glad you didn’t, you look beautiful with your glasses,” James said.

“Thank you! But I think it’s time we both take them off, don’t you?” She placed her hands on the legs of his glasses and, when he whispered his consent, she lifted them off. He responded in kind, and Faith somehow felt even more wonderfully vulnerable than she had a moment before. She gave some thought to telling James she was a virgin, but opted to keep that to herself unless he happened to ask.

He didn’t ask. He kissed her neck gently and cupped her buttocks in his hands and rubbed them playfully. His erection bobbed around between her thighs and she loved the fleeting touches so close but yet so far from her pussy, which he hadn’t touched yet. With every nibble on her neck and every brush with his cock, she was longing more for him to do so.

When Faith was persuaded he wasn’t going to go any further on his own, she pulled back from him and lay back on her bed. “Don’t be shy,” she said, and she spread her legs wide and held out her arms.

“You make it hard to be shy,” James grinned.

“Looks like I make it hard, period,” Faith snickered.

James joined in on her laughter and climbed onto the bed and onto Faith. “To think you looked so innocent downstairs!”

“Aren’t we always the most dangerous ones?” She took him in both her hands and guided him inside her. In the heat of the beautiful moment, she let it slip. “Oh, that’s even better than I imagined!”

“You’re a virgin?”

“Not anymore!” She hoped that would be the end of it.

And it was. James went at it slowly at first, and Faith found herself responding in ways she’d never imagined. She’d seen enough movies to know women always seemed to make a lot of noise, but since when did Hollywood get anything right?

Evidently they had in fact gotten that much right, for Faith found herself utterly unable to resist moaning and gasping out loud with the sensation. The loss of control only made her want even more.

James saw to it that she got even more. He picked up the pace, and the rising intensity had Faith gasping for breath and grunting loud enough to worry about being overheard next door — until she remembered her neighbors were up to the same thing. The realization that some of the others probably weren’t doing it at all flashed through her mind. But with James’ gentle touch on her and in her, Faith couldn’t bring herself to care.

“Are you close?” James’ own voice was as lusty as Faith sounded.

“I think so!” She could barely get the words out.

With that he flailed at her even harder and faster, and to her surprise she loved every thrust more than the last. When she felt her orgasm nearing, her moans grew rhythmic and more intense. “Oh. Oh! Onhhh…Ohhhhhh…” At the big moment she went silent and threw her arms around him, and squeezed him for dear life as she came. “Thank you!” she whispered when she could catch her breath again.

At that moment, his thrusting stopped, with him as deep inside her as he could reach, and he gazed at her with his mouth wide open.

“Oh, that’s beautiful!” she said, realizing at once that she’d never had any idea how a man looked when he came. Now she did.

He gave her a triumphant kiss. “You were, too!” he said.

***
Lindsay didn’t know how long she’d been sitting on her bed, staring at the wall in the cold electric light. Finally she turned back to Barry, who was still looking smug in her desk chair. “Why’d you have to do this, Barry? If you had a problem with the way we run our traditions, why not just tell me to have some other guy invite the others and fix the matches?”

“Remember freshman year, Lindsay?”

“You weren’t one of the losers, I remember that much! Even then I thought you were gorgeous. Believe me, I’d have remembered if you’d been lined up, even though I was smart enough to know already it was fixed.”

“You’re right, I wasn’t,” Barry said. “Remember who was?”

“I remember the jerk I got matched with. Patrick something. I told him I didn’t even want him touching me, and he didn’t. Maybe I was cold, but at least I was honest.”

“Remember who got sent home with the Playboy?” Barry asked.

“Oh, God, yes.” For the first time since she’d come upstairs, Lindsay smiled. “Keith! Yuck. Pot belly, stringy hair, probably couldn’t talk about anything but computers if you paid him…ew!”

“Did you ever try talking to him about anything but computers?”

“No way I’d ever say two words to him anyway!” Lindsay retorted.

“Yeah, well, you’re right, he did go on forever about computers. Did I ever tell you I took a computer science class freshman year?”

Lindsay shook her head.

“Well, I did. I really tried to like CS well enough to major in it, ’cause, you know, that’s where the money is. But it just wasn’t a fit. Halfway through that semester I was on track to flunk the class, actually. If I had flunked, I’d have lost my scholarship and had to drop out. I almost flunked out my very first semester!”

“But you didn’t, obviously. You passed.”

“Know why I passed, Lindsay?” Barry stood up and pushed the chair back under the desk. “My lab partner took me under his wing and tutored me. He took hours out of his schedule every weekend to get me up to jack. There was nothing in it for him except the satisfaction of knowing he’d saved me from flunking out.”

“I’m happy for you, Barry, but what’s this got to do with Keith?”

“Who the fuck do you think my lab partner was, Lindsay?”

“That’s what this is about?!”

“That’s what this is about. Or not just that. You ever seen a man cry, Lindsay? Thanks to you, I have. I’ve never seen anyone so humiliated. I mean, he was fresh off twelve years of being bullied at school because he was funny looking and bad at sports and too smart, and just when he thought he was free of that at last, the very first party he’s invited to at college, look what he gets!”

“Barry, does a guy like that even want to have sex? Even if he does, does he really think he stands a chance with a KKG girl? If he did, he was delusional! He ought to thank us for bursting his bubble. Besides, I was only a freshman, I had nothing to do with who got invited.”

“Right,” Barry said. “You just couldn’t wait until you would be calling the shots.”

“Yeah, whatever.” Lindsay felt a little better now that they’d talked it out. “Look, if you want, I can apologize to Keith.”

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