Author’s Note: This is the third in the Bouncing Back series. I forgot to add this to Chapter Two (my copy-paste skills seem to be lacking), but I wanted to thank everyone for the feedback on the the stories. It means a lot that people are taking the time to read and respond. I hope you enjoy Chapter three!
I’ve tried to take that consideration, and work a bit more at keeping the stories readable.
When I woke up, Carmen was still sleeping. Dorm beds are small, and there wasn’t much space to move, so we were both in the same positions, roughly. I glanced at the small window just to the side of the bed in the room to find that it was dark. I kept the blinds closed out of habit, but from the bed you could always tell if there was some sun.
I couldn’t extract myself without waking her, I realized. I tried once and she stirred, letting out a cute, sad moan. I realized as I lay there that it was Friday, and that the weekend had come upon us. With little else to do, I began contemplating what we might do. I wondered if I could get her off campus for a date, and I wondered if she’d be up for something outside of “dinner and a.” I thought ofa few hiking spots, then a few indoor activities. Bowling kept jumping to my mind, but I was a terrible bowler. Maybe she wasn’t, I thought, and then I heard “That’s nice.”
I looked down to see Carmen smiling sleepily up at me, and I realized I had been gently running my fingers over her breast as she slept. I leaned over to kiss her, and she kissed me softly.
“You might want to get some more sleep,” I whispered. “It’s still dark out.” Carmen groaned.
“You are so weird. Why are you up? Get a good grope in?” she teased. I gently filled my hand with Carmen’s breast. “Oooh,” she sighed. I continued groping her, then slid out from under her. I straddled her this time, and reached down to the bottom of her shirt. She looked up at me, and started raising her hands. Her big breasts tumbled into view and I pulled the shirt over her head. I waited for her to say something, but she didn’t, and I leaned in to kiss her. She moaned into my mouth as I felt her respond. It was a slow, soft kiss that picked up quickly. She was a tremendous kisser with active, soft lips and a very flexible tongue.
When I pulled away, Carmen’s hands were still above her head. She smiled, giving a lazy moan as I kissed her neck and down her torso. Carmen moaned and I slowly began working my way to her left breast. Carmen’s sighs were a wonderful noise to hear as I began worshiping her tits. My mouth soon found a nipple as Carmen leaned back, and she moaned when my other hand found the tip of her other breast. I noticed even in the dark room the marks on her tits from my abuse of them the previous couple of days. I would have felt bad but for her validation of my treatment the night before. Still, my eyes glanced at her face, and there was a relaxed smile, even as she closed her eyes. I teased and kissed her nipple for a while until I heard a slight whine.
“Please suck it,” she murmured. I grinned and moved instead to her other breast, using my fingers on the nipple I had just left. An almost sad sound came until I kissed her other breast. Again, my tongue and lips grazed and flicked at her hardening tip, but I did my best never to let it enter my mouth. Carmen was getting worked up now, as she squirmed on the bed. Still straddling her, I slid my wait to her hips, and felt her moan again. In my boxers and in her panties, we both felt the warmth from our respective sex radiating out. I started to apologize, remembering last night, but Carmen instead pushed her tits up, creating a long valley.
“Suck my tits,” she moaned. Leaning over, I licked both her nipples repeatedly. She grunted and whimpered again. She tried to twist over, but I held on, and she looked at me. “You dirty fucker,” she grunted. I reached down and grabbed her right breast by the base. When she felt the contact, she released her hands, obviously expecting me to lean over and suck it. Instead, I gently pushed it toward her face.
I felt her body tighten and her breath quicken as I leaned over her. “You want it sucked?” Carmen reacted hungrily; it’s the only way I can describe it. She reached up with both hands and bent her breast toward her face. Her tongue traced her nipple as I gripped her left breast. I bounced it and massaged it. I saw Carmen looking at me with pleading eyes even as she pushed the tit into her mouth and began sucking on it. I groaned, and for the first time that morning, Carmen’s eyes narrowed into a predator’s stare.
It didn’t last long. I had only waited for Carmen to start before I pulled the tit that been most abused into my mouth. A gentle suckling started the process, but Carmen was moaning into her own tit as I increased the pressure. The first time she pulled it out of her mouth, I stopped sucking, and she looked at me. “Please,” she moaned. I waited, and she leaned over to suck her own tit again. I immediately began sucking, and she moaned again with a mouthful of tit. I felt myself Ankara escort stiffen even further as I saw her and heard her, and felt the nipple in my mouth pucker and harden. I tongued it even as I sucked on it, and Carmen released the breast from her mouth to moan.
“Oh my fucking god,” she cried out. “Mark, that’s amazing.” I found her freed tit with my other hand and bounced it around some. I spent a few minutes sucking on one tit and bouncing the other before I switched. As I moved to the breast she’d been sucking I grinned.
“You got it nice and hard for me, baby. Thank you.” I leaned over and pulled it into my mouth. Carmen’s body stiffened as she felt me work her nipple, and I began working over her left tit with my hand again.
“You like bouncing my big titties,” Carmen moaned. “You like seeing them flop around?” I groaned as Carmen’s voice shook. I pulled off to answer her.
“I love it. You got me turned on waving at me in the cafeteria the other day,” I told her. Carmen nodded as I slapped her tits together.
“You want your cock in there again, don’t you?” she groaned. I grinned.
“Oh, yeah, but there’s something else I want.” Carmen looked up at me, and waited, her eyes hungry. I had gotten a weird idea as I was slapping her big boobs together, and I pushed the breasts so that both nipples were almost touching. I pushed my tongue out and began flicking both nipples at once. Carmen bucked, and thankfully I had a good grip on her hips, or I would have flown off the bed.
“Oh fuck,” Carmen groaned. “That’s too good,” she continued. Her hands were on my shoulders when I leaned in further. “What are you…. oh fuck me!”
I sucked both her nipples into my mouth at once, my mind racing as I felt her body tighten again. This time, though she began shaking, and I heard a series of soft whimpers and cries. No legible words came from her as I felt the shaking continue for a few seconds before subsiding. I pulled off, letting her breasts fall to the sides slightly. Carmen lay there for a few moments, her eyes slowly opening.
“Thank you,” she whispered. “I can’t fucking believe that.”
“What?” I asked. I know I should have just come out and asked. But it seemed weird.
“What do you think? You ever made a girl cum by sucking on her tits?” I groaned and slid beside her.
“No, I haven’t,” I said.
“Yeah, you have,” Carmen said. She reached up and kissed me and I felt her breathing slowly come down.
“You’ve made me cum twice in four days,” she whispered. I nodded, and she asked a question that I didn’t expect.
“Did your last girlfriend get the same treatment?” she asked. I shrugged.
“More or less. It was a special thing when one of us got off and the other didn’t. I never got her off with her tits, if that’s what you’re asking.” I replied.
She chuckled. “It was more the first thing, but good to know I’ve got one over on her already.” I laughed, and she smiled. “Thank you,” she said. I nodded.
“It was a totally selfless act,” I agreed. She slammed me with a pillow and my head thudded against the bed. She pulled off.
“Sorry,” she said. “You okay?” I nodded. It was a bit of a bump, but I’d had worse.
“I had it coming.” Carmen looked chagrined, but beautiful. Her hair was a mess, falling around her face and over her shoulders. I glanced at the clock. It was just after 5:30.
“Most guys don’t stare at me in the dark,” she offered, a smug grin on her face.
“Most guys don’t know what they’re missing,” I countered. Carmen grinned and turned her eyes from mine. “You are incredibly beautiful.” I slid closer to her and she pushed her head to mine as I kissed her. We kissed for a while. Soft, slow, sometimes speeding up, and we could feel each other smiling as we made out. She welcomed a few of the more casual hands caressing her breasts and even playing with her slowly hardening nipples again.
“I’m going to be late for class if I stay in here and make out with you,” she said quietly. I kissed her again, and she fell further into the bed. My lips found her neck and traced their way up her collarbone.
“Do I need to stop?” I asked. My hand rested on her abs. They weren’t toned, but they were firm. I thought immediately that I needed to ask her about extra curricular activities.
“I don’t want you to,” she whispered. My mouth found her right nipple again. I gently teased and kissed it, and it hardened again. “Oh god,” she moaned quietly.
“That’s why I asked if I needed to,” I teased her. Her eyes open and caught mine.
“Yeah. Because I’m going to go to my room and get ready for class. And I’m going to get through class so I can see my boyfriend tonight.” I leaned in and kissed her. I felt my heart soar a bit as she pulled away.
“I’d really like that,” I said. I handed her my shirt as I stood up and helped her up. I tried not to watch as her breasts bounced gently with the movement.
“I think I know you like them,” she teased. “You’re good. Can you do me one favor before we see each other this Ankara escort bayan afternoon?” I nodded.
“Think of one fantasy you’ve never told anyone, of one that you have always wanted to tell someone; it doesn’t have to be shameful,” she added quickly as she saw my face. “Just never came up. And I’ll do the same.” A dozen started rolling through my head. “Can we start there today?” I nodded. She was making an effort.
She pulled on her hoodie and zipped it up, leaving my shirt. “Part of it is, I want you to keep your shirt, and part of it is, you’ll know my tits are bouncing all over on my way to my room.” I shook my head in disbelief, and she laughed. “I’ll see you at lunch,” she promised.
There were a lot of questions I wanted to ask Carmen, but I think she knew that. She was working up some courage, and I wanted to be sure she could. Part of my brain told me I was being a good person. Part of it also pointed out that this hot woman had shown a pretty wild side, and that it could end up in my favor sexually. While I preferred to focus on the altruism, most of my class notes were more appropriate for the pages of an erotic story than they were an academic textbook. Thus went my day. I hadn’t run for the first time in two weeks, I realized midway through my biology class. That thought gave me some pause, but it was overwhelmed by my excitement to see Carmen. The good news was that because of the lab and a block schedule, I was done on Fridays by 11.
I’d only missed lunch with Carmen earlier in the week because the lab took up my lunch. And while my Tuesdays and Thursdays were loaded class-wise, the first two weeks had taught me that Friday free time allowed me to catch up. I completed most of my work by lunch, and I scooted to the cafeteria. I got a text on my way.
“It’s lonely in the cafeteria. No one is looking at my tits,” she sent with a sad emoji. Then another. “Well, no one I want looking, anyway.” I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help but smile as I walked in. I caught Carmen’s eye and waved, and she came up to me.
“I haven’t gotten my lunch yet. I was wondering if my hunky new boyfriend would want to go out for a Friday meal?” I shrugged. I literally had nothing to do after lunch, and neither did Carmen. She said her schedule only worked out that way because she had 8 a.m. classes every day. In talking we both realized we were done by 11 on Fridays.
“Standing lunch date?” I asked. She nodded excitedly. As we talked I took in her outfit. It was relatively demure. A scoop neck t-shirt that just hinted at her impressive cleavage, and a nice pair of jeans.
“There’s this great pretzel place called Barney’s..” she said. I nodded and she gave a shy grin. “It’s our first real date place,” she added, as if building evidence for an argument.
“How long have you been wanting another pretzel?” I asked.
“Since we left Barney’s,” she said sheepishly. I laughed and took her hand.
I leaned in to kiss her, and Carmen met me with a gentle, tender response. When she pulled away, she looked at me and shook her head.
“You were not what I was expecting in the cafeteria that morning,” she told me. I nodded.
“I know what you mean,” I replied. We walked in silence the rest of the time, until we got to my car. When we were both in, Carmen leaned back in the seat. “What’s your fantasy, Mark?” I started and glanced at her. “I will tell you mine.”
I thought for a moment, then thought back to conversations with Jen. We didn’t trade a lot of fantasies. Dirty talk was about as far as we went. I almost grinned as I thought about it, and shrugged.
“It’s probably a pretty standard one, but I’ve never told anyone,” I said. Carmen nodded.
“I’d love a blowjob from two different women,” I said. It felt strange saying it out loud, like it was wrong to think it. Carmen nodded, smiling.
“I’m assuming at the same time,” she asked. She wasn’t needling, just clarifying.
“Hot. I have to know. I’m hoping it’s me… who else?”
“You remember that horror movie; you commented on that actress’s tits?” Carmen looked shocked, but it was playful.
“Yeah. That would be hot. Could I play with her?” I groaned and she laughed.
“Hold on, babe,” she laughed. “I’ll take that as a yes. Good to know. And thank you.”
“What about you?” I asked. I couldn’t believe how turned on that admission and back and forth had gotten me.
“I have a fantasy of a guy and Amy taking their turns making me cum,” she said. “And that fantasy now includes you,” she added. She searched my face, and I smiled at her.
“That is pretty hot,” I admitted. Carmen shrugged, but I could tell she enjoyed hearing me say so.
“You think so?” she asked. “Just fantasies. I don’t expect it to happen,” I nodded in understanding.
“Fun to think about though. And I think they’re important.”
“How so?” Carmen asked.
“Well, we both have this dream of two people taking care of us. I think we both in our fantasy want to be the Escort Ankara center of attention, but that’s not what we usually are. I think we can learn a lot from them.”
Carmen was nodding her head. “I bet you’re right,” she said. “Thank you,” she offered. “It means a lot that you shared that with me. Pervert,” she’d tossed that one out to see how I’d react, and it was with a hearty laugh. Soon we were both chuckling and I put the car into gear.
When we got to Barney’s both of us were starving. We grabbed sandwiches (and pretzels), but didn’t stay as long as we had the last time we had eaten there.
We finished our lunch around 2, and left the place on a gorgeous Friday afternoon. The sun was out, but it wasn’t scorching. It was just cool enough that it felt good. It was the first good day of the fall semester.
“Can I drive us somewhere?” Carmen asked as we left. I pulled out the keys and handed them to her. As we passed each other, Carmen turned, and I felt her breasts brush against my chest. Her eyes caught mine and she smiled as she sat in the front seat. I took the passenger seat and we started onto an unknown destination. We passed the school and headed toward a park, settled in a secluded wooded area.
Carmen, though pushed past the park and drove into a small area I had no idea existed. I’d played Frisbee at the park, but even then didn’t see this road.
“Amy told me about this place. It’s where she and her girlfriend go when they remember Amy has a roommate.” I shook my head and glanced over at Carmen. My girlfriend’s long hair was in a pony tail, and she was looking at me with pleading eyes.
“I’m sorry I’ve been so weird about us. Me, anyway, and my hangups about sex.” She took a deep breath. “I cum pretty quickly during sex. And oral sex. And my last boyfriend asked if he could video us having sex. And I agreed. And the next time we went out with his friends, they called me ‘quick draw.’ I walked two miles to my room that night. I broke it off with him about six months ago, and I’ve dated two guys since then. Each one of them tried to get in my pants, and ghosted me after two dates.” The information came without warning, and without pauses. It took me a moment to process.
Carmen’s brown eyes seemed to meet mine, as if she was checking my reaction, but I just held out a hand. She took it and took another deep breath. “Then I met this cute, just to my standards guy in the cafeteria,” she said. I saw some tears in her eyes, but also a wicked grin, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “And he was nice, and funny, and only looked at my tits half the time.” Before I could say anything, she kept on. “And he was respectful, and mature, and was exactly what I had been looking for. It’s one of those I’ve stopped looking things. So I tried to take care of him, but then I got weirded out when he wanted to get me off. And just like the meeting in the cafeteria, he managed to do it when I least expected it. And after he did, he just held me.”
I smiled and kissed her. “And now, after all he’s done for me, I’m going to ask him to do something else for me, because I’ve been thinking about it for a day now.” I grinned.
“Get in the backseat,” I told her. We both scrambled back there. Carmen was already peeling off her pants when I got in, and I was met with black lace panties, trimmed with gold. “So hot,” I told her. I kissed her inner thigh, then her other thigh. Carmen reached for her shirt, and I groaned. My mouth traveled up her thigh to the joint then I moved to her stomach.
“That feels so nice,” she cooed. I leaned down and kissed her mound through the panties, and she sighed. Gauging her reactions, I directed light kisses all over, and slid her panties aside. I felt her gasp, and I looked at her, making sure I didn’t touch her. She glanced down at me and I saw a smile. “I’m good, Mark. Thank you.” I let my finger slide in and teased her outer lips. The shudder was a reward in and of itself. Her smell hit my nostrils as I continued to tease her pussy, sliding from the outer lips up, but deliberately missing her clit. It was fun to explore, and I felt like taking my time. As I continued, Carmen’s moans and sighs remained consistent.
My hands traveled from there to the waistband of her panties, and she took a deep breath. Her chest was heaving in her shirt, her left hand actually teasing her nipple through her bra. “I’m going to pull your panties off,” I told her. Carmen nodded, her breathing deepening. I pulled them slowly down her thighs and then leaned in. I kissed her outer lips gently, and Carmen bucked, though the panties kept her from moving her legs.
Her naked pussy was a sight, and I pulled back to admire her trimmed hair, and tight, visible lips. I leaned in to blow on her pussy, focusing mostly on the hood of her shining clit. I tried to forget that I had learned this from eating my previous girlfriend’s pussy, but I remember Jen being excited by it. Carmen’s sudden gasp and moan made me realize it wasn’t just my ex who liked it.
“Oh, that’s fucked up,” she said, shimmying her panties down her legs. She gave me a grin, and I held her eyes and stuck out my tongue. Her look softened and her eyes widened as I let my tongue tap the outer labia of her wet pussy. I groaned as I tasted her for the first time, and gently began running my tongue up and down her sex.