As I hop into the passenger seat, my flabby behind cushioning me as I come to rest in my seat, I quickly pull the door closed behind me. The engine roars from its idle state, the shabby old sedan pulling a sharp right-hand turn as it carries us around the corner. I stare out the window, watching Gracie's house disappear into the distance, the sun setting slowly on the horizon behind it.
"Hey babe" a male voice chirps next to me, snapping my attention over to him. As my eyes fall onto the driver I feel my heart skip a beat, the fluttering butterflies on my stomach growing worse than ever as I almost melt in my seat.
The young man, barely in his twenties, sits with both hands on the steering wheel. His dark hair is a messy shag reaching his shoulders, contrasting his pale skin. He too appears to be cursed with a small number of acne scars along his forehead, along with a pimple of two partially hidden beneath his scruffy and uneven facial hair.
His lings are long and gangly, almost appearing too long or unwieldy for his body. I find myself unable to look away from him, my heart hammering in my chest as the sight of the young man stirs something deep inside me.
"H...hey..." I squeak nervously, trying not to seem stupid or weird in front of this stranger I was so enamored with.
"Sorry for the early pick-up, I had to give a friend a lift and...well I was already nearby" he explains, flashing a smile that makes my heart melt.
"It's fine!... I mean, I'm happy either way" I say, trying to play down how wonderful it was to be here.
As we pull up to a traffic light the man shuffles in his seat, leaning over to me as I find myself leaning in against my will. As our lips meet I find myself split between two states. On the one hand I want nothing more than for him to hold me close, to explore my mouth with his tongue, yet on the other I want to gag as this shaggy-haired college guy begins to make out with me.
Suddenly I feel something against my chest, one of his large hands groping and squeezing the juicy squishy flesh constrained in my bra. I moan into our kiss, cooing softly as I become lost in his fumbling inexperienced actions.
A heat begins to grow between my legs, the sensation making me shift uncomfortably in my seat as he suddenly pulls away. The man's hands return to the steering wheel as we peel out of the traffic light.
"Almost missed the green" he chuckles breathlessly, a bulge forming in his ill-fitted jeans.
"I...yeah...better...uh...pay attention" I mutter, glancing down at my chest as I try to catch my own breath after that experience.
As we drive the young man talks at length about his day, from staying up too late playing games to his afternoon classes in programming and computer science, to giving his friend David a lift to his parents' house.
As he talks I merely nod along, smiling gently as my eyes shift up and down his body. It begins to dawn on me that this guy felt familiar, with his shaggy look and loose-fitting clothes reminding me of myself when I was his age.
After only a few minutes I notice us pulling into a large parking lot, a series of brown brick buildings lining the pathway leading out of the area. Mark drives up to the closest parking space we can find to the building before pulling in and shutting off the engine.
In a flash he leans back over, planting another body melting kiss on my lips as I lean in further this line. I feel myself growing warmer and giddier yet sickened by the second as I find myself running my hands over his slender body, my pudgy fingers gliding further and further down as they approach his pants.
As my hand passes over the hard hot bulge in his jeans he sits back up, grinning like an idiot as he looks down at my own confused face.
"Someone's eager" he chides, scratching my head affectionately as my eyelid flutter. "Come on, let's head inside before anyone sees us getting...anymore amorous" he says, nodding to the large buildings before hopping out of the car.
I slowly begin to climb from my seat in turn, quietly whimpering as I feel a damp sensation in my groin as I begin to move. I stand nervously outside the car, hanging my head and slumping my shoulders in response to feeling overly self-conscious about my arousal.
Mark begins to walk up towards the builds, locking his car remotely as I rush to catch up to him. I latch onto his arm, my body craving his attention and to be close to him as I press my breasts against him.
Mark continues to talk about himself as he guides us up to the large brick buildings, describing his night playing games as I hang on his every word. His WoW raid, the hours playing Total War, everything feels interesting to my warped mind as his scratchy voice soothes me to my very soul.
As we reach one of the large plain looking buildings he pulls a card from his pocket, running it over an electronic lock before pushing open a heavy door and guiding us inside. Suddenly we are in a pure white hallway, the bricks inside painted to provide a lighter environment for those living on campus.
We slowly begin to head down the hall, finding it relatively empty thanks to the lack of common area on this floor. As we walk I feel Mark snake his arm down, his hand sliding into my back pocket as grabbing my ass as I let out an involuntary giggle.
He grins ear to ear as we stop in front of one of the nondescript wooden doors. Mark quickly swipes his card again and leads us inside, the small room appearing almost pitch black thanks to a set of blackout blinds covering the one window on the far wall.
Mark quickly turns on a nearby lamp as I close the door behind us, illuminating the bedroom with a warm if dull light. It was relatively cramped, much like most dorm rooms. However, the sensation was made worse by the immense amount of stuff crammed inside the shoe box we found ourselves in. A small single bed rests against the wall on the right hand side, giving more floor space which has been used to fit a large gaming setup on the opposite wall.
The setup is made of large desk, atop which sits a massive screen with numerous HDMI cables running off in all directions. A number of nextgen consoles sit on top of the desk along with a mouse and keyboard, a desktop case sitting in the corner by the window.
A long wardrobe covers the wall to our right, connecting between the door to the base of Mark's bed. Surprisingly there is next to no trash in the room, nor is there discarded clothing. A part of me feel almost proud of the young man, however I know deep down he likely cleaned it in case I came over.
As I shuffle into the center of the room I suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around me, the 5'11" tall man moving in behind me as he presses into my plump ass.
"So...babe...I was thinking" Mark begins to mutter nervously. "I know I've asked before, but. I was hoping you maybe reconsidered..."
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