Fear: The Aphrodisiac

Thanks for being patient! Here is the sought after chapter 2!
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That had to have been the longest hour and a half I ever spent. I cannot recall anything that was discussed in class because my mind was somewhere else. Why would Col want to go out with me? I don’t remember him talking about girlfriends and such. From what I had seen of him on campus, he never paid much attention to the other females around him. I mean, he was always nice to me and was more than willing toe mee me advice as I learned to play Spades. But, something tugged at the back of mind: there were a couple of times that I thought I saw him staring at me but didn’t think anything of it. I honestly thought that I didn’t have a chance at him. I heard a rumble of thunder from outside; I glanced out the window and saw that a thunderstorm had moved in while I was distracted. It looked pretty bad…I couldn’t see the roof of the next building.

Not too long after the storm started to pound the window with rain, class was dismissed. I gathered all of my books together and stuffed them in my backpack. The lights in the class flickered briefly, but I wasn’t mentally there. I walked out into the hallway and headed for the elevator. I punched the call button and waited. The doors slid open and I stepped in. I pushed the button for the ground floor. As the doors started to close, an arm thrust itself between them and caused them to open. I was startled to see Col step into the elevator. He smiled in recognition; “I didn’t know you had a class on seven. We could have come up together.” I smiled back, “Yeah, we could have.” The elevator shuddered as the lights flickered again. The power came back on for a second and then went out for good.

“Oh well, at least I won’t have to call and let you know I’ll be late for our date,” Col said jokingly. I was having a hard time catching my breath. Col looked at me and became concerned, “Are you okay?” he asked. I shook my head negatively. “What’s the matter?”

“I’m claustrophobic. I was pinned under my parents’ California king size bed when I was real young. Because of that day, I can’t stand to b clo closed in places.” I shuddered, while hitting the buttons on the control panel uselessly. The power was out for the time being. Col looked at me for a moment and then pulled me into his arms. I felt his hands rubbing my back in a soothing manner. I felt the fear slip away as desire took its place. I took in a deep breath and wondered, briefly, what cologne he wore; it had a spicy scent. I reached out and slowly started to unbutton his shirt. The skin on his chest was smooth, well defined and warm to the touch. I pulled away.

“Don’t stop now…I’ve dreamed about something like this for a long time,” he whispered softly. “I’ve wanted to ask you out since the day I met you but I wasn’t sure if you’d go out with me. It’s been hard for me to sleep because I have fantasies about you…”

He pulled me back into his arms and started to nuzzle my neck. He moved his lips to kiss my face everywhere: cheeks, eyes, and forehead. I felt his fingers move to the front of my shirt as he deftly began to unbutton it. I felt as my skin flushed from his touch; he began to lightly trace circles on top of my covered breasts.
“Do you want me to stop? I would feel bad if you thought I was taking advantage of you while you were scared. But, you have to admit…your body is reacting more intensely. Can you feel yourself getting very wet and hot for me?” he asked as he pulled away. How could he tease me when all I wanted was to feel his deep inside? He was right: I was wet and ready for him. I had to make my move.

I reached out and pulled him into a kiss. The thrust of his tongue deep in my mouth chased the last of my fear away. Hot, throbbing desire overwhelmed me and I knew what I needed to do. I unbuckled his belt and undid his jeans. His engorged phallus fell into my hands. I traced and caressed my fingers across the satiny skin; I knelt to rub the tip across my lips. A clear pearl of pre-come gathered on the end and I licked it off. Slowly, inch-by-inch, I took him in to my mouth. I moved my mouth back and forth, licking him from top to bottom. I felt his hands plunge into my hair to keep my head in place. I was never one to give a blowjob, even under ideal circumstances but I didn’t want to stop. He moaned and thrust his hips to shove himself deeper into my mouth. My free hand had moved down to undo my jeans and I thrust it down into my panties. I reached the center of my feminine core and rubbed as hard as I could. I was so slick and hot; I couldn’t be more ready for what would happen next.

He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me to my feet. He stared at the sight: I had one hand down the front of my jeans and he could see me rubbing myself. The shirt hung open on my shoulders and my breasts strained within the confines of my bra. He was presented an interesting picture himself: his shirt hung open and his erect penis poked out of the front of his pants. I pulled at the front of his jeans to push them to the floor and he did the same to me. He grabbed me around the waist and lifted me off the floor. I wrapped my legs around him, my arms around his neck. He reached with one hand for his cock and positioned it at the entrance of my sheath. “Ready?” he asked in a rush. I could only nod; I would scream if I had to open my mouth. He surged forward and impaled my body on him.

He stood stock still while my body adjusted to his sudden invasion. I felt the tip touch a part of me that no one had ever reached before. He swaggered to the rear corner of the elevator to support himself and began to move slowly. He wrapped an arm around my waist to hold me flush against his loins. My body flexed as I ground myself on his erect member, trying to absorb all of him. I never felt like this before: as if I were going to completely shatter. A throb built deep inside, expanding heat from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I arched my back as my orgasm tore through me. I felt my body go limp. But, Col wasn’t done yet.

He unhooked my ankles from around his waist and held me as I put my feet back on the floor. They felt wobbly and I doubted they would support me very . H. He positioned me on my back on the hard floor. He placed his backpack under my head to cushion it some. He settled his body over mine and gently moved into position. I closed my eyes because the feelings were so overwhelming: I thought I had died. “Open your eyes. I want to see all the way into your soul. I want you to know who is fucking you…loving the body I have watched and wanted for so long,” he whispered heatedly.

“You talk too much…just shut up and do me,” I replied as I grabbed his ass with both hands. I felt the muscles under my hands flex as he moved forward to fill me up once again. I tilted my pelvis and lifted my butt slightly off the floor. I felt my eyes drift close at the rush of pure sensation. “I said, open your eyes. I want you to see the man who is going to make you come like you never have before,” he growled at me. He pushed harder to get his point across. I was so into what I was feeling, I would have gladly killed somebody if he asked.

His thrusts became more urgent as he approached his own climax. The sound skin on skin contact drove him into a heated frenzy. As I came again, he shuddered and released his essence in my willing body. He collapsed on top of me, totally spent. We lay there, trying to catch our breaths. Slowly, he rolled to one side and looked up at the ceiling. “Man, I had no idea…I never imagined it would be like that,” he spoke softly. I rummaged around in my backpack to find something to clean myself with. I can up with a bandanna that had been tied into a knot at the bottom. I offered it to Col first, but he shook his head. I cleaned myself up and started to get my clothes back on straight. When we finally finished, we sat on the floor and stared at each other.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah…you?”

“That was very intense. I have never felt like that before. But, I heard that fear could sometimes be a powerful aphrodisiac.”

“Are we…” I started to ask but was unable to continue. I had been burned like this in the past: give them what they wanted and they would never call again. He smiled and reached for my hand.

“Yeah, we are. Don’t get any ideas about bailing on our date tonight, though. You have a lot to learn about Spades and we have a lot to explore about each other.”

We sat side-by-side, waiting. Not too long after getting dressed, the power came back on and the elevator started to move again. When the doors opened, we walked hand in hand to the parking lot.