The Arrogant Asshole is Good for Something

The Arrogant Asshole is Good for Something The Arrogant Asshole is Good for Something

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Natalie moves out to attend college and finds out there is a lot more to study than books.

Summary

Natalie moves out to attend college and finds out there is a lot more to study than books.

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Submitted: June 06, 2015

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Submitted: June 06, 2015

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The Arrogant Asshole is Good for Something

 

I thought my roommates were pretty awesome for the most part.  We’d all moved in the 4 bedroom apartment about three months ago just before Fall semester started at the nearby University.  The apartment complex was within walking distance of campus and all four buildings were packed to the brim with college students.  I was 18 and just started my freshman year, I was having a blast living with five other girls, but having my own private room, and getting to know everyone in the complex.  Especially the hot guys.  

 

I had been advised by parents not to overwhelm myself with a full schedule my first semester, so I spent a lot of time at the apartment’s pool, laying out in the sun in my newly purchased bikinis from Victoria’s Secret and listening to music.  I had met a lot of people at the pool and now was now part of a group that met daily. I would prance around in my skimpy bikinis talking and flirting with the guys, taking a sophisticated “dip” in the pool to “cool off” every once in a while, usually not getting my hair or face wet because I wasn’t about to ruin my hair and makeup. But I learned quickly that men love a wet girl in more ways than one. Especially college guys. I spent little time studying my books with my extremely light load of classes, and studied the hot guys a lot more, could I major in that?  Life was good.

 

I was in my room organizing my closet when I heard, “Natalie, door!”  Lisa was a junior and thought she held a higher rank in the apartment because of that fact, even though she was out numbered by freshman four to two, she thought we were loud and immature. 

 

I walked down the hallway to see that Lisa had left the door wide open, a hot guy I had met a few days ago was standing there in he hallway holding something in his hands. (Who was immature now?)  “Hey Andrew, how are ya?”  I said and invited him in.  “Good, what are you doing tonight?” he said nervously. How could this guy be so nervous and so fucking hot at the same time, I thought to myself.  “Nothing much” I said, hoping he had something in mind.  He lifted up his hands giving me a closer look at what he was holding, “ever had a pomegranate?”  he asked.  “Yes, I love them” I said smiling at his innocence.  “Great!” he said sounding way more relaxed.  “Wanna split it with me?”  “I’d love to” I said trying not to sound too eager, I had butterflies going nuts in my stomach.  We decided to head over to his apartment, where he promise it would be a lot quieter. 

 

We walked to his building and talked about school and the classes we were taking. Andrew was a sophomore, and taking a lot of credits this semester.  He really wanted to transfer to Arizona State for his junior and senior years. Stating that Arizona had the hottest chicks. I found it odd that he would mention that on our quasi-date.  It only took us about 10 minutes before we reached his top floor apartment.  We made our way into the kitchen and he sliced open the pomegranate, we sat at the table and talked as we picked out and ate the delicious seeds.  I found out the he had attended high school with my cousin, and was close friends with her boyfriend,  I was constantly finding connections since moving out of the small town I’d grown up in, and found it fascinating how small the world seemed once I got talking to people. 

 

Knowing we had the apartment to ourselves, Andrew started loosening up. He fed me some pomegranate seeds and rubbed his finger gently across my lips a few times.  We moved to living room and chose a movie to watch.  “8 Seconds” a true story about bull riding featuring Luke Perry. I loved this movie and knew that towards the end I would by in tears and bawling like a baby.  But when Andrew grabbed a blanket and lay on the couch opening it wide and inviting me to lay next to him, my worries faded fast.  I snuggled up next to him in the classic “spooning” position.  He pulled me closer and and gave my neck a few kisses, and we started watching the movie.  

 

I couldn’t believe I was cuddling with such a hottie!  When I first met Andrew, he seemed cocky and full of himself.  And I’d already forgotten his comment about the hot Arizona chicks, tonight I was seeing a different side of him, a sweet side.  And I couldn’t wait to tell my roomies who I’d snuggled and watched a movie with.  I was soaring high and content just to be laying so close to him.  After all, I was a virgin.  I wasn’t completely innocent and I’d dry fucked, and shared my tits and snatch with more than a few guys in my 18 years, but never actually had sex. So, if Andrew and I enjoyed a make out session before the end of the night, I’d be the happiest girl in the world. Just thinking it was a possibility made my pussy tingle.

 

About 15 minutes into the movie I felt Andrew moving behind me, I felt his hand move up my stomach and land on my breast. My breathing hitched and I felt a my already wet pussy start to pulse.  I was wearing a tight bodysuit with a sweetheart neckline that hugged my body like a glove and snapped in the crotch.  I knew when I positioned myself next to him that he could see directly down my cleavage, and my natural, round 34C globes were perfectly situated in my bra and shirt and skin tight shirt.  I had always been a bit of a tease, but Andrew wasn’t about to just get teased, he was taking action. 

 

“Your tits are amazing” he whispered in my ear and squeezing the one he hand palmed.  Kissing my ear, he started squeezing my breast and then moved to the other one.  He kissed my ear some more and moved down my neck. I could feel the hardness of his cock against my back.  I loved doing that to guys, watching or feeling the bulge in the pants grow had become one of my new favorite hobbies.  He started a slow rhythm rubbing his with his hard cock rubbing against my ass.  This was hot.  I put my hand over the top of his as he groped my breasts, I groped with him, I was learning the guys liked it when you had the confidence to touch yourself in front of them, “Damn you’re hot” he moaned.  Not knowing what to say or if I should even answer, I pressed my ass harder against his cock which earned me a pleasant and sexy grunt.  He moved down my stomach and grabbed my crotch over the top over the top of my jeans and started rubbing back and forth.  I knew I was already wet and getting wetter, even over my clothes I was getting really turned on.  

 

I thought that this might be it, was I going to give myself to Andrew?  Was I going to have sex for the very first time? I was excited and scared at the same time. I’d been an active Christian all my life and taught to save sex for marriage.  I’d pushed the limits of doing everything up to and leading to, but not actually having sexual intercourse. I’d had great orgasms thanks to some guys that were highly talented digitally.  But I’d always wondered if orgasms were better during actual sex. My mind was racing with thoughts and decisions and I was getting hornier and wetter by the second, and it was obvious that Andrew was also. 

 

I flipped my body to face his on the couch purposely straddling his leg. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me hard while he pushed his thigh against my crotch. I started riding his thigh harder and with every push the snaps of bodysuit rubbed against and stimulated my clit and labia.  I could feel the bulge in his pants, and he reached again to grope my breasts while we kissed each other fiercely.  The movie was playing in the background and I was riding his thigh like a bull ride.  He had found a way down my tight bodysuit and was lustfully groping my rock hard tits when one of his roommates walked in.  I froze, like we’d just been busted by our parents.  But Andrew rolled his eyes at his nerdy roommate and sat up, with me still straddling his thigh.  I unmounted and he stood up behind me with the blanket still wrapped around his shoulders he wrapped his blanketed arms around we and laughed as we waddled back to his bedroom. He’d starting kissing my neck aw we walked down the hallway, and was whispering naughty things in my ear with his hot breath, I  was weak beneath his frame and thought I might end up on the floor in a puddle if I didn’t sit down soon.  “You’re so fucking hot” he breathed in to my ear and nibbling it, “I NEED those perfect titties”. 

 

“Let me see those gorgeous titties?” he asked with a big smile, as he shut his bedroom door. I reached in my pants and unsnapped the the now wet snaps my bodysuit and peeled it off, I and stood there in front of him in my black lace bra and jeans.  “Damn! They’re even more gorgeous than I thought, let me see without your bra?” he said.  I reached back and unhooked by bra, freeing my engorged, round globes, they seemed 3 sizes larger as the burst out of my bra but still stood a perfect attention.  He was mesmerized, obviously a “tit man”.  “Now take off YOUR shirt, why am I the only shirtless one?”   I teased.  Without hesitation he  pulled his t-shirt over his head with one hand, threw it on the floor and placed his hands around my waist, he pulled me into him until my tits were smashed hard against his bare chest. My nipples were hard and my breasts were full, my pussy started throbbing harder  as he kissed me hard and kept my tits pressed tight against him. He moved his hands down and undid my pants, they dropped to the floor and I stepped out of them. I blindly reached for him and found and palmed his hard frat boy dick over his jeans and he bucked into my hand. I released him from his pants but left his boxers on, teasing him, I continued playing with him through his boxers without putting my actual bare hand on his staff.  

 

He broke our kiss and asked,  “Can I cum on your tits?”   he was almost completely out of breath. I looked directly into his eyes and nodded my head, “yes” , I stood there in my black satin panties soaked with my pussy juice.  He turned off the overhead light, and turned on a small lamp the made the room dimly glow.  He laid me on the bed on my back and stared at me, he palmed each of my breasts, squeezing them tight and telling me how bad he wanted to tit fuck me and cum on them. He laid to the side of me putting his mouth on my right nipple and sucked in rhythm with his hand that had found it’s way to my wanting pussy.  He pushed the fabric of my silk panties inside of my with his fingers and rested his palm on my mound. My hips started bucking wanting his fingers in further. “Take them off” I told him softly. With one hand he pulled them down around my knees and then inserted his middle finger inside me. He circled it in larger circles inside of me, rubbing my inner walls, he added a second finger and started thrusting in and out of me, still moving with the rhythm of his nipple sucking he had now switched breasts.  I started to squirm and whimper beneath him, my orgasm was building up quickly and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer, he slipped a third finger inside of me pushing me over the edge, my body quivered as I threw back my head and screamed,  I could feel the liquid pouring out of me and down his fingers as he continued to pump his digits inside me.  He would stop and wait a few seconds and start again giving me multiple mini-gasms and more screaming. He loved my high pitched scream when he slammed into me and sent my body into sensual bliss.  I think he also liked that his roommate could hear me, and that made him even more arrogant and cocky.

 

“Was that good?” he asked not so humbly.  “Uh huh” I moaned. Who asks a soaking wet screaming girl if it was “good” I thought. He took my panties off the rest of the way and wiped off my drenched pussy.  He slipped out of his boxers and straddled me. He was up on his knees and his cock was hard and  rested on my chest.  “You wanna cum on these?” I asked him as I grabbed my tits and pushed them together and wiggled them a little.  “Hell yes” he answered.  “Your sweet cherries taste so good” he licked his lips “but now I wanna to fuck those beauties” he said, emphasizing the word, “fuck”.  I relaxed my head and tilted it to the side, I arched my back a little pushing my tits up higher letting him know I was ready. Pre cum oozed out his tip. He wrapped his hand around himself and started pumping.  More juice came out the tip and he rubbed it down his shaft and in between my tits. 

 

He grabbed the sides of my tits and pushed them together around his cock. He started thrusting in and out of my cleavage.  Moaning and grunting.  “your tits are so hot” he mumbled “I’m gonna cum on your tits”.  His eyes were locked in on the action happening right on top of me, I watched his face as his orgasm built inside him, throwing his head back with deep moans. “I’m going to fucking cum on your tis”  This is kinda sexy I thought. His thumbs started rubbing my rock hard cherries, which were now purple cherries. I could feel the pulsing start in between my legs.  I reached down and scissored my labia in between my middle and fore finger and and scissored back and forth  giving both lips a turn before inserting three fingers inside myself.  I jammed and bucked along with the tit-fuck until I came quickly, with a high pitched scream I let the orgasm shatter through my core.  Andrew smirked a “you naughty girl” look down at me and I raised my eyebrows and gave him an innocent look. Guys really liked it when I touched myself, I made a mental note to think up more sexy ways to touch myself when with a guy. His thrusting had gotten faster and the thought that my nipples may fall completely off did occur to me.  But I found an odd pleasure in the pain, and didn’t want him to stop rubbing them.  He found his release and grunted loudly as he spilled hot, white cum all over my chest, and covering it.  He pumped and rubbed his cum on top of my tits until he went soft.

 

He unmounted me grabbed a towel, gently wiping my chest clean and taking extra care on my nipples. Soaking in the scene as if to commit it to memory. He left the room and I heard the shower, the bathroom door was open as I walked across the hall in the cum covered towel. He looked at me, “you can get in if you want”  he said.  I turned and walked back to his room. I quickly got dressed I put on his boxers knowing I couldn’t possibly wear my  cum soaked panties.  He walked back into the bedroom wearing a blue towel and whole lot of arrogance.  He leaned down and picked up my drenched panties like a trophy.  He held them to his face and inhaled their scent greedily.  I grabbed them out of his hands and walked out his bedroom door, down the hallway and out the front door.  Shoving them into my pocket for the short walk home.

 

About 1 week later I answered my apartment door.  Andrew was standing there, fidgeting and nervous again.  “Can I have my boxers back?” he asked in a quiet voice.  I rolled my eyes, and walked back to my bedroom slowly, leaving him standing in the open door.  I returned with his freshly washed boxers and put them in his hand.  “Thanks” he muttered, I rolled my eyes and shut the door, feeling grateful I hadn’t given my virginity to such a cocky asshole, but also knowing where I could get a good booty call the next time my pussy tingled.


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