Though my cock thoroughly disagrees with that sentiment.
Grabbing the body wash, I’m barely underneath the water before I’m stroking myself, my head filling in visions of Juno for me. She’s visceral and real, and all I want to think about. Every drag of my hand just feels better thinking about her.
In my head I see her stretched on my bed, and I bind her hands with one of my ties. “My pet,” I say to her, and her eyes shine with lust, writhing that perfect body in-between my legs. She’s begging for more with every breath, licking her lips and moaning. There’s no doubt that she wants to be there. Wants me.
I love the idea of my name on her lips, and in my mind’s eye she opens those lips wide for me as I feed her my cock. Perfect, hot, wet suction. More and more and more. “Take me,” I tell her.
I’m not going to last, even in this fantasy where I can have as much stamina as I want. I imagine her lips wrapped around me, and sheer heat runs through my spine, my orgasm exploding in wave after wave and disappearing down the drain. Just the thought of her tasting me makes me go blind and numb and delirious with pleasure.
Something about her is different. I don’t know what it is. It’s not her looks, though she’s stunning. There’s plenty of hot girls on this campus that I could fuck, and have fucked. It’s something about her. A freshness and a difference from the girls I’ve encountered lately.
She doesn’t seem interested in partying. She asked for what she wanted, even if it was on a misguided dare.
This is going to be a fun year. There’s something about Juno that makes me want to tease her. Play with her. Get under that skin that tries so hard to be cool yet blushes so easily.
I would never cross the line I promised her, but she wants a taste. I can see it in her eyes. I’m going to get her to admit it. With slow teasing and gentle guidance, I’ll get her to break open that shell and give me everything. Because I can tell one thing, once she gives in, she’s going to give me everything.
She’s going to be in my bed and she’s going to stay there until I tell her that she can leave. Day and night, I’ll make her so goddamn grateful that she moved into this house.
I complete my shower routine and wrap myself in a towel before heading back to my room. She’s still on my mind and I swear that my body already wants to go hard again from just the thought of her. But if I spend any more time jacking off, I’m going to be late for class. That’s one thing that Juno and I have in common: we both take our classes seriously.
A small laugh escapes my chest as I get dressed, running through all the plans that I have for my new pet. Starting with finding out what her class schedule is, so that I can use it to my advantage. If she’s a good girl, I’ll even let her go to class in between screaming my name.
7
Juno
I step out of the library into the late afternoon air and breathe out a sigh of relief. This is exactly what I thought college would be like. I just spent a few hours studying, and I’m tired, but I’m also happy. I love my classes. I love learning. I love pouring over my biology and anatomy textbooks and absorbing all the details.
I love everything about college, except for what’s happening with Malcolm. But even that, after a day like today, can’t dim my shine. I’ll make it work. Malcolm seems like a reasonable guy. I’m sure we can come to an agreement about my duties. He said I’d be his maid. I can clean the house as long as they give me time to study. That’s fine.
Neither Bailey nor Taylor have texted me yet about dinner, but I’m craving something. I head over to the tiny coffee shop on campus to get a cup of tea, because that seems perfect right about now. The air is crisp and fresh, and I take in a deep breath as I walk through the grass. I’m almost to the shop when I hear my name. And then I hear it again.
“Juno!”
I turn to see Melody and some of the other girls from Tri Delta sitting on a blanket near the coffee shop’s patio. They look like the college girls you see in the movies, gorgeous and thin with perfect make-up and the stares of people passing by. They’re so glamorous, and I want to be one of them. I’m not even sure why. I’ve just always wanted to be that girl. The girl whose life is perfect in college.
Gets good grades, is perfect and attracts all the guys. Graduates and is successful. And has sisters for life.
I wave, and Melody gestures me over to their blanket and pats the space beside her. “I was just going to grab a drink,” I say as I approach.
“Oh, there’s plenty of time for that,” she says. “Come sit with us.”
There’s a small chorus of agreement and I can’t help but smile. They want me there with them. I drop my bag on the ground and sit beside them, relaxing. Tension I wasn’t aware that I was carrying melting away.
“How was your first day?” Melody asks.
I smile. “Pretty good, I think. Mostly syllabus day, but I think I’m going to love all my classes.”
“Aww, that’s great,” one of the other girls says.
I look around at all of them, and every one of their faces seem open and friendly and supportive. This is
