Chapter Three
Kristine walked into the lobby of her dorm at 5:58 and saw Kurt sitting across the room reading a magazine. She walked toward him, hoping he would look up. He did. He grinned as he stood.
"Well, hi. Haven't seen you in a while."
She smiled and took his hand. They walked across the lobby and out the door to Kurt's aging but well-running car. He opened the door for her and she slid in, taking care to keep her short skirt down around her thighs.
"Where we off to?" she quizzed.
"I thought we could grab a quick bite and drive out to the lake before the sun sets. It's really beautiful."
"Great. Let's go."
He looked around and leaned to kiss her briefly on the mouth. As he released the kiss and pulled away, she grabbed his lower lip between her teeth and forced him to drag it away. He smiled and started the car.
They stopped at a nearby Burger King and drove through the drive-thru window.
"Sorry for the lack of elegance, Kristine."
"Don't you dare apologize. I'm on a scholarship too, remember. Besides, I love Burger King."
After picking up their order, Kurt drove toward the lake. Kristine fed him French fries as he drove. They pulled into a parking area as the sun began descending behind the forest of tall pines that surrounded the lake. Kristine handed him a napkin, followed by a hamburger. She set their drinks on the drive-shaft tunnel, the car being a little too old to include cup holders.
They chatted as they ate, talking about the event of the day. Kristine's roommate had finally materialized, along with her "ton of stuff." She seemed likable enough, although unlike Kristine, she wasn't that serious a student.
Coach had cancelled soccer practice, so Kurt had had a couple of extra hours to himself later in the afternoon. He had spent the time reading for his business law course. Though their conversation was light and comfortable, there was an air of uncertainty to it; and he suspected it had something to do with last night.
"Did you have a nice time last night," he finally asked.
She turned toward him and grinned her increasingly famous grin.
"I had a great time! Did you?"
He replied by smiling back at her. She gathered the paper wrappings from their meal, stuffed it into the bag, and put it in the back seat. Leaning toward him, she placed her left hand on Kurt's right thigh and squeezed gently. He put a hand beneath her chin, tilting her head up slightly and kissing her on the mouth. Her tongue thrust between his lips and teased his tongue as they kissed.
Kurt's left hand slipped beneath her right breast and squeezed gently. She was wearing a very white polo shirt and a short black skirt. He caressed her breast, urging her nipple to rise and getting the desired response. Tugging at her shirt tail, he pulled it free from the waistband of her skirt and slipped his hand beneath it to caress the warm, bare skin of her belly. She moaned softly into his mouth as his hand slipped inside the cup of her bra to caress her breast. She pulled her mouth away from his.
"I don't think you'd like me if I had a flat chest," she said quietly in a pouty way.
"I think I disagree, but since you don't have a flat chest, how will we ever know?"
His fingers and thumb stroked outward on her nipple, and she pressed her mouth back to his. Her hand slipped over the bulge along his thigh and lightly stroked it with the tips of her fingernails. Now it was his turn to moan. He felt her hand at the buckle to his belt and continued to kiss her and tease her nipple as she unfastened his belt and unzipped his fly. Her small hand slipped inside his boxers again and eased his swollen cock out. She stroked it lightly as their tongues thrust and parried.
Moving his hand reluctantly away from her breast, Kurt slipped it up under her skirt and between her thighs. He felt her spread her thighs, and he rubbed the tips of two fingers over her panty-clad slit. She moaned again – louder – and tilted her pelvis upward to give him easier access. He tugged the crotch of her panties aside and rubbed his fingers over her bare slit. She was smooth as silk, and he suppressed a grin, knowing that she had to have shaved it last night.
Kristine pulled her head away from him and stared into his eyes.
"Did you bring some protection?"
"Yes."
"Where is it?"
"Anxious?"
"Yes!"
He reached across her to open the glove box and extracted a condom in its foil pouch. As he tore the pouch to extract the condom, she huffed and puffed while pulling his boxers down over his hips. She raised her own hips to slide her panties over her hips and down her thighs to her ankles. She kicked them off with a toss of her feet.
Her eyes watched intently as he applied the condom to the tip of his cock and slowly rolled it down the shaft. He turned and looked at her, and she twisted her torso in the seat to press her shoulders against the passenger door. She pulled both feet up into the seat and spread her knees wide.
Kurt got onto his knees on the seat and leaned toward her. He felt her hand grasp his condom-sheathed cock and guide it – then felt the near rapture of the head penetrating her and sliding slowly inside her. She kissed the side of his neck repeatedly as he penetrated her more deeply, moaning softly between kisses. She gasped a little as the head of his cock pressed against her cervix and pushed on his chest, urging him to raise himself above her. He did – and watched as she pulled the bottom of her polo shirt up and over her breasts, letting it bunch there above them. She unfastened her bra, letting her breasts spill out, and pulled him back to her.
He pulled his hips away from her, withdrawing his cock to the very tip, and thrust it deep back inside her. She gasped on his withdrawal and again as he thrust back into her. She was tight, but very wet, and the length and thickness of his cock filled her fully. This time as he withdrew, she tilted her pelvis back, and thrust it forward as he plunged back into her. They both panted and moaned, saying nothing as their moved with one another.
