Tim in College

5 - The Hate Fuck - Part 2

**This one isn't as rough as the last chapter, don't worry. Or...I'm sorry? :) **

In the week that followed that Halloween weekend, I hadn't seen Melody once. There was no knocking at my door, no moaning my name, no teasing or tempting, just peace and quiet.

I had time to think about what had happened, what she had done to me, what I had done to her. Despite my frustrations with her, and I'm sure she with me, Melody and I were definitely friends, which made what happened between us all the more troubling to me. We were friends, and that should have stopped her from cock blocking me with Mandy. Stopped her from setting a trap for me, stopped her from forcing herself on me and jerking me off against my will.

But was it against my will? I honestly don't know. I didn't want it to happen, but it felt really fucking good when it did. That's what made me so mad, so confused. That's what made me storm off to Melody's room--my friend's room--and use her mouth like a sex toy. What made me degrade her by pulling out with no warning and cumming on her face.

I had time to think about it, and I was still mad. Mad that she used me. Mad that she made me use her. Mad that it was pretty clear that a little part of each of us liked it.

I hadn't seen Melody in a week, but in the days to follow I did run into someone--her raven-haired accomplice, her roommate Jen. It was in the late afternoon one Thursday, when she came up to me as I was reading outside in the quad.

"Hey, Tim," she said, rather meekly, standing before me. I almost didn't recognize her at first. The only other times I had seen her had been the night of the scavenger hunt and the halloween party, and she had been dressed to the 9's both times--Hair impeccably done, deep eye makeup, alluring lipstick, form-fitting clothing. The Jen standing before me was a different Jen. Her silky black hair done up into a messy bun, big sweatshirt over sensible jeans, this was Jen the college girl, not Jen the party girl. If I was being honest, I'm not sure I could say which I preferred. Despite her role in the events of the evening, it was impossible to deny that Jen was a very attractive girl.

"Hi," I said flatly, giving her barely a look. I wasn't watching, but I could feel her shift nervously at my coldness.

"Hey um...I just wanted to say..." she paused, building up the courage, "...Just that I'm really sorry about what happened on Halloween."

"What happened on Halloween?" I said flatly again, playing impossibly dumb.

"I, uh..." she said, fidgeting again. It was strange to see this girl so unsure of herself. It was kind of cute. "I'm not...I don't know for sure, but...I--whatever it was, it was wrong to trick you the way we did, and I was wrong to be a part of it."

"Then why'd you do it?" I said with a chip of ice, but still no eye contact.

"I don't know," she said, this time moving past me to sit next to me on the lip of the wall. "I was drunk, which isn't an excuse, but Melody, well...she can be really persuasive. I know something bad happened between you two, and I am sorry that I was a part of it. Seriously." She hung her head and sat silently next to me.

I closed my book, and turned toward her for the first time. "Yeah, she can be...a lot. It was shitty what you did, definitely, but...I don't blame you for anything. I accept your apology."

"Thanks," she said somberly, then chased it nervously with a bright smile.

Damn, she was pretty.

"I'm sorry she's dragging you into things like that, or like the scavenger hunt night."

"Oh, that one was actually my idea," she said, a glimmer of the confident woman I had met previously sparking in her eye.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, we needed...you know...and she was always talking about you, and you were just down the hall so...I figured, why not?" her eyes narrowed seductively and her big smile returned.

"Well, then," I said with a chuckle, "I'll let Mike know where to send the thank you card."

We both chuckled, and I felt Jen turn toward me more, and brush a loose strand of hair from her face.

"Hey, listen...I wanted to try and make it up to you, I still feel shitty. How about you let me buy you a drink? Say Friday night?"

My eyebrow cocked slightly in surprise. Was she asking me on a date?

"This isn't another set up or something, is it?" I said, rightfully suspiciously.

"No, no, I swear, this is just me trying to make amends. Honest."

Given what I had been through, and her role in it, I probably should have just distanced myself from anyone within 50 yards of Melody, let alone someone who lived in the same room as her, but the fact was that her apology seemed genuine, and I was still a nineteen year old guy surging with hormones, and she was a nineteen year old girl with a smile that was impossible to say no to.

We made the date for Friday night, after my night time drawing session got out. I'd meet her at the local spot known as Joey's, and we'd share some drinks and have some laughs.

"Excellent," she said, excitedly, getting up to leave, "I'm looking forward to it!"

"Yeah," said, as she sauntered off, "me too."

"Don't worry," she shot back over her shoulder, "you won't regret it."

I swallowed hard, and watched her ass sway from side to side as she drifted away from me.

****

At drawing class that Friday, I'd be lying if I said it wasn't difficult to focus on my drawing. I tried not to overthink what the evening might bring, but I repeatedly thought back to Halloween night, to the moments Jen and I had before she sold me out to Melody, and couldn't help but get a little excited at the possibility of taking those first moments even further. Luckily the drawing model that night was an old man, so that gave my brain a nice cold shower any time I needed it.

After packing up and walking back to the dorm with Laura, my RA who also moderated the drawing class, I hit the showers, put on some decent clothes, and made my way to leave when I stopped just at my door. I thought for a moment, and decided it was better to be prepared than not, and jumped back to my desk drawer and popped a condom into my back pocket.

Getting to Joey's, I wasn't sure what version of Jen I'd find there, and it only took a few moments to find out. I spotted her at the bar, where she greeted me with that big infectious smile of hers, a smile lined with perfectly painted lips. Her dusky eye makeup brought out how sultry she could be, and her shiny jet-black hair framed her face perfectly. Her big hoop earrings swayed when she laughed. Tight jeans gave way to tall boots, the combination showing off the amazing curve of her body, but the thing I was most interested in was the sport coat she was wearing. More specifically, what was under it. It was a stylish look, with the sleeves rolled up to just below the elbows, and she wore it unbuttoned in the front. It was rather dark in the bar, so I couldn't see what was under that coat, that is until just before we left.

We spent the evening talking, and we got along famously. We had a lot in common, came from similar backgrounds (she had also lost her father at a young age), and I could tell that the chance to make a new friend without the overwhelming presence of Melody hanging over the proceedings was refreshing for both of us. I liked Jen, and regardless of what had happened, and regardless of what may or may not happen in the future, I wanted to see more of her. But there was something on my mind, a question I needed to ask before the night ended.

"So," I said at a lull in the conversation, "what exactly happened in the bathroom that night with the three of you?" Jen raised an eyebrow, her eyes trained hard on me, studying me.

"I'm shocked he actually kept his promise," She said finally, a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth as she took a drink.

"Melody can be very persuasive," I said with a chuckle.

"That's for sure."

"So?" I posed again.

"What makes that any of your business?" she said, cocking her head to the side. She began mindlessly running her finger around the lip of her glass.

"Oh it's not," I admitted, "but I am extremely nosey. And it was with MY friend, in MY bathroom," I teased."

"Are you sure you want to know?" She asked, cutting through me with her smoldering gaze.

"Absolutely," I said, without hesitation.

Even in the low light I could see her starting to blush, that big smile pushing its way to the surface again. She looked around nervously, then slid closer to me.

"Well..." she began, focusing up and putting on a smoky timbre, "first Melody and I kissed a little bit."

"Do you two kiss a lot?" I couldn't help but interject, feeling the heat begin to rise up the back of my neck.

"Never before, never since," she said with a smirk of apparent disappointment. "Mike was mesmerized, as you can imagine...and that's when Melody made him promise. And he...very quickly agreed," she laughed.

"I can imagine." I laughed back.

"Then we took our tits out...let him get a nice look." I swallowed hard. "Then Melody told him to take it out," she said with a low, sultry tone. "She and I took turns touching him...stroking him...but he was having a tough time getting all the way hard, I guess because of you know...the overstimulation."

I giggled, thinking back to his problems with Kerri which were of the complete opposite variety.

"So then Melody took control of the situation...and put him in her mouth."

I swallowed hard. "Did that...do the trick?"

"Sure did," she said with a sultry smile, clearly aware of what this story was doing to me.

"Did you..." I started, but couldn't finish. She looked at me, that coy, amused smirk on her face, examining me again.

"How do you want me to answer that?" she finally said, cocking her head to the side once more. It was a good question.

I looked at her deep in the eyes. One eyebrow arched up as she waited for my reply.

"Truthfully," I finally said, almost a whisper.

"I did," she said, staring straight at me, gauging my reaction, "but only a little. Melody was the one in control--she was on a mission. So it was mostly her." Of course it was, I thought to myself. She had been trying to prove a point to me, clearly. "He couldn't quite get over the finish line though, so he finished himself off into the plastic bag while Melody said some...truly filthy stuff to him," she laughed.

All I could do was nod as I processed.

"How does that make you feel?" she said, that smoldering, examining look returning. Jen was an absolute knockout, and that look could crumble castle walls.

"Jealous," I answered truthfully, "but...only a little." It was my turn to burn through her with a look. Her lips parted slightly, and her tongue snuck out to gently wet them. One eyebrow bounced at me again.

As we finished our last drinks there was a silence of uncertainty. Neither of us was exactly sure what to do next. We weren't drunk, but we'd had a couple, and it was pretty evident that anything could happen. That's when Jen excused herself to use the bathroom. It gave me a moment to take stock of things, and pay the bill in full, but I found myself unprepared for what I saw when Jen returned.

"You ready to go?" She said, not sitting back down, but leaning her back on the edge of the bar. This caused the front of her sport coat to hang open, and it was then that I got a look at what was underneath: the same black and red corset she wore the night of the scavenger hunt, the same black and red corset she wore on Halloween.

"I, uh..." I started, catching myself staring at the sexy garment. I looked up at her. She knew I was staring. She smiled. "Yeah, I'm ready," I said, giving her a smile of my own.

We made our way back to the dorm, making small talk, the tension still pretty high, and I walked her to her door.

"I wanted to tell you," I said, as we stood there slightly awkwardly, "I had a really great time tonight. I'm glad we got to do this."

She smiled at me again and agreed. I could see that twinkle in her eye, that smile that was impossible to resist.

"Listen," she said, finally, "I'm glad you walked me home because...there's something I wanted to show you." She bit her lip anxiously. "In my room."

"Oh?" I said, that Halloween night suspicion rearing its ugly head.

"Yeah. Do you...want to come in?"

"I mean...I'm not sure..." I flubbed. My head and my dick were in an intense battle over my willpower, but settled on one concern: "...what about Melody?"

"She won't be back till later," Jen said, bruising her hair back, and shifting close enough to me that I could feel her breath. "And besides. It's none of her business."

I smiled, nodded, and followed her into the room. I cast my gaze briefly to the spot on the floor where I had facefucked Melody into submission as we passed it, and then headed toward Jen's room, a single bedroom next to the kitchen. It wasn't large, and she still had to share a bathroom, but she had privacy, and that was very important to college kids like us.

"So what did you want to show me?" I said, as she shut the door behind us.

"This," she said with a hint of excitement, pointing to a chair across from her bed. It had no arms on it, and was covered in a plush, velvet-like, magenta fabric.

"A chair?"

"It's my...activity chair." She moved toward her bed, tossing "sit down," at me as she passed. I did as I was asked. It was very comfortable. "I've had that chair for a very long time," she said as she reached her bed. With her back to me, she slid off her sport coat and tossed it away.

She grabbed a pillow off her bed, and slowly swayed her way back to me. "It's a special chair for special people."

She dropped the pillow at my feet.

"And I think you're a special person." she almost whispered.

There was that smile again. Then Jen took a step forward, straddling my legs, and sat down right on my thighs. Gripping the back of the chair on either side of my head, her arms giving her corset a little extra help in pushing up her lovely breasts, Jen leaned in and her hot lips pressed against mine.

We both exhaled. It was a good kiss. My hands came up and held her around the waist. I felt her hips shift around on top of me. Her tongue pressed into my mouth, and mine into hers. She felt good. She tasted good.

"So..." I began when we finally parted to come up for air, "exactly what kind of...activities...do you do in this chair?"

"I am so glad you asked, Tim," she said, that big beaming smile returning.

Jen rose up off my legs, and stood directly in front of me. She leaned over, touching my thighs, and then gently encouraged me to spread them open, which of course I did with little resistance. She nudged the pillow she'd placed on the floor in between my spread legs, and then lowered down to her knees on top of it.

She ran her hands over the tops of my thighs, building anticipation in both of us. I could see the hunger rising behind her eyes. She licked her lips slightly, and her hands made their way to my belt and pants. She deftly unfastened them, and quickly spread the fabric wide open. Her hands immediately went to my underwear, and I heard her groan as she felt my hidden hardness. Her fingers started to shuffle excitedly, like she was opening a Christmas present, and then she let out a subtle, yet sharp inhale of breath as she finally freed my hard, proud cock to the night air.

"I knew it," she said quietly, her eyes never leaving my impressive manhood, "I knew it."

She ran her hands up and down my length like it was a holy artifact. Now it was my turn to breathe in sharply. She placed her hands on either side of my cock, draping her arms over my thighs, and almost like she was praying, she leaned forward and took my fat, flared tip between her perfectly painted lips.

"Ohhhh my Goddd," I groaned as Jen slowly sucked on my head. She began working her way down me, taking more and more into her mouth. She couldn't take it all, but she didn't need to--her mouth was magical. She treated my cock with reverence, practically worshiping it, and settled into a slow, steady rhythm that was sending an explosion of wonderful feelings through my body.

Looking down at her, my cock flexed hard. Watching it disappear into the sweet mouth of this raven-haired beauty was intoxicating. Occasionally she'd toss her head to the side, sending her long black hair cascading to the other side of her face, giving me a lovely angle on her sunken cheeks. I saw her tongue slide out, massaging the underside of my length as she took me in. I flexed again.

This was the first blowjob I'd gotten since the summer, and it was a doozy. I didn't count whatever happened with Melody, as that was something else entirely. This was a passionate cocksucking, and it was excellent. I could feel her excitement in every slurp. I could only imagine how wet she was getting.

Jen pulled off my tip with a deep, wet breath. "Jesus Christ, this cock is fantastic," she said, trying to compose herself. I thanked her, and she smiled. Fuck, that smile. Then with one hand she continued stroking my slickened shaft as she dipped down below it to one of my balls into her mouth, then the other.

"Fuck, that feels good," I groaned. She slid back up, and looked me dead in the eyes. All she did in response was smile, and then in a flash my cock was back in her mouth.

Jen began a rhythm more determined, less languid than the first time. She had a goal in mind now. One hand joined her, stroking me along with her mouth, while the other rolled my balls in her hand. It was a spectacular feeling, one that was driving me quickly toward that mystical precipice. I felt the feeling careening through me like a train, desperate for release inside this gorgeous girl's mouth. This gorgeous girl who wanted it just as bad as I wanted to give it to her.

Jen was locked in. bobbing, sucking, slurping, stroking, all in perfect synch. I wondered how many times she'd done this in this very chair. How many times she'd done it since at school.

"Oh my God, Jen," I croaked, my body beginning to twitch.

Jen kept sucking, kept stroking.

"Fuck, Jen, I'm gonna..."

Jen kept sucking, kept stroking.

"FUCK, Jen, do you...do you want me to cum in your mouth?"

Jen kept sucking, kept stroking, and let out a moaned "mmhmm" in response. That was all it took. My balls seized in her hand, my cock flared between her lips, my body shook, and with a deep groan I began to flood Jen's mouth with my hot semen.

My cock spasmed and lurched, and Jen moaned gently as she siphoned a full, thick load out of my balls and down her throat.

"Jesus," I chanted, "Jesus," as she pulled the pleasure out of me. Jen stayed focused, determined to take it all, and not let up until she had made sure my orgasm was complete. When my throbbing turned to a low ebb, then to a satisfied stillness, Jen gently slipped me out of her mouth and sat back on her knees.

"Still feeling jealous?" she said, looking at me with that smile. All I could do was laugh and shake my head.

"Not jealous," I said, looking down at that smile...that fucking smile..."greedy."

Leaning in, Jen kissed me once again, and I took her lips and tongue gladly. Her mouth tasted different this time--I knew the taste right away--it was the taste of the cum she had just swallowed. My cum.

I held her tight to me, my hands running up her back over the ties of her corset. I pulled at them, feeling the knots come loose, and the pressure it put on her body released. Feeling the change, Jen leaned back onto her knees and let her top slide off, revealing her breasts to me for the first time. They were perfect, bigger than I had thought, but still modest and topped with hard, dark nipples.

"Get on that bed," I commanded, only half joking, "right now."

Jen bit her lip with excitement, popped up to her feet and bounced over to the bed, causing her perfect breasts to jiggle deliciously. Taking a moment to compose myself, I then got up to join her as she was already working open the clasps of her tight jeans. I grabbed the spread fabric in my hands and pulled, eliciting a surprised yelp from her as I yanked her pants off her legs quickly. We both laughed for a moment when we realized I had pulled her panties off as well, leaving this gorgeous creature fully nude before me.