Sweet Reunion

Reunion in the Hall

I walked down my hall, casually spinning my keys around my index finger. I had an hour until my next class, so I thought I might catch a nap or perhaps study a little. I’d worn my ‘school girl’ outfit (the one Dani gave me for a graduation gift *wink*) with my old boots. The boots gave the illusion that the skirt was even shorter than it was, which seemed amazing since it barley covered my ass. A tight blouse and a matching tie accented my look perfectly, thank you Dani.
It was the time of day where the dorm was almost completely empty, everyone either being in class or out to lunch or some other activity. This left a few choice students and me all alone, which was nice, since I like the quiet.
I came to my room and bent a little so I could unlock it. I twisted the key in the lock and just as I opened the door, a strong force grabbed me from behind and pulled me into the alcove across the hall. I was taken completely off guard and stood ridged in my attackers grip. He (it was obviously a he, since I could not feel breasts on their chest) was much larger than I, dwarfing me in his embrace. Although I was scared, I almost felt at ease and familiar. His hands began to roam over my breasts in delicate way, such that I felt I knew him and was unmoved to cry out for help.
He leaned in and whispered into my ear, hot breath rolling with his words, “Howdy.”
“Chris?” I replied, unsure.
I could feel him smile as he kissed my neck. Against my will, my body relaxed into him and the habits I had formed with him.
“Moshi moshi,” I whispered.
“That’s hello on the phone, Abby,”
“I know.”
His hand slipped under my shirt and was pinching my right nipple just hard enough to tease me. His left hand pulled my hips against his as he leaned against the wall. I arched my back, pressing against him. He nibbled on my ear. At a loss for words, I moaned quietly. His hand slid up my thigh, pushing my skirt above my hips. In an equally smooth motion, he slid his hand through my panties and pulled them down.
My eyes flew open. This goes beyond anything we had done together, and a ripple ran through my body. Before I could verbally complain, Chris slipped two fingers inside me from behind. I could only melt into this new sensation. He continued until I was at the point of begging.
Chris released my ear for a moment, whispering, “ Look what kind of criminal you’ve turned me into.”
A third finger stroked my clit.
“Look what you’ve made me.”
I moved to match his rhythms desperately.
“Aren’t you proud.”
I moaned loudly.
Suddenly he stopped his ministrations on my breast and pussy. He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around to face him. I hadn’t seen him since the day after our graduation. He looked just as I had remembered him, unruly hair and handsome. There was no malice in his words and he was smiling. This was the Chris I’d left behind. He cupped the back of my neck and brought my face to his. I could barely stand, for severally obvious reasons. His hand found my pussy again and he began to stroke me back towards release. I moaned unbridled into his mouth. I wrapped my arms around his, increasing the ferocity of my kisses. I moved one hand to stroke his cock, but he stopped me.
“Not yet,” he said, eyes closed. Without withdrawing his hand or losing his grip, he pushed me across the hall and into my room, shutting the door behind him. My legs gave out and I fell to the floor.
I looked up at him, panties falling off and blouse coming undone, with the hope for mercy in my eyes. He just smiled.
“Take off your clothes,” he said leaning against the door.
“What?” I asked, my brain was running in first gear.
“Your clothes. Off. On the floor. Ok?”
I dumbly moved to slip off my boots. I pulled off my panties and skirt, keeping my eyes locked with his. I kneeled and unbuttoned my blouse, casually sliding it off my shoulders. I unhooked my bra and let it slide off. As I reached for the tie, Chris grabbed it and pulled me to my feet. Using the tie like the leash I used to wear, he drew me in for a kiss. I moved to press my body against his, but Chris stopped me.
“Do me next,” he said, smiling. Stupid smile.
I slowly reached forward and started to remove articles of clothing. His shirt came off first, crumpling on the floor next to mine. I crouched down to remove his shoes.
“This is out of character for you,” I said, slipping off the first one.
“I’ve evolved,” he said, watching me closely.
“I’ve noticed.”
I pulled of the other sock and stood to undo his pants. I noticed instantly he was wearing a pair of my old jeans (that he never returned!). I remained on my knees and pulled on his pants with my teeth, slowly easing the button open. I unzipped the zipper and continued to pull Chris’s pants to his ankles. He lifted his feet so I could completely remove the jeans.
“They stopped smelling like you a while ago,” he nodded towards the pants.
“I can fix that.” I said pressing against him as I slid his boxers off.
He lost his control then, grasping me and pulling me in close. His kisses were deep and passionate. They were easy to match in my desperate desire for release; I could feel myself drool all down the inside of my leg (I had been since Chris first grabbed me).
He stopped and released me, “Oh you tease.”
“Excuse me? Me, a tease?” I shot back angrily.
He took my tie and pulled me towards my bed. Chris laid down on his back, his cock at attention. He patted his stomach, “Sit down,”
I moved to mount him, but he pulled on the leash, “not there, here.”
My brain didn’t have any blood in it, so I wasn’t functioning. I slowly started to do as I was told when he pulled on my leash again.
“Turn around.”
“What?”
He smiled at me, “Turn. Around.”
I turned and mounted him backwards, facing his cock instead of his face. “So out of character.”
“Bend over,”
This I understood. I bent forward and licked his shaft, stroking the underside. He moaned (finally, something in character). I sucked on his head, swirling my tongue in a circle. I could feel his breath on my ass coming heavily. Chris placed his hands on my waist and licked my clit. I almost came right then, but I held my reserve and began to take the rest of his length into my mouth. In return, he licks became rougher and he slipped two fingers inside me. I moaned loudly and shuddered with ecstasy. I bobbed my head up and down, keeping a firm grim on the base.
All of this was too much for me. His fingers pulsing inside of me plus his cock in my mouth just drove me over the edge. I came violently, spilling juices into his mouth. This in its own right triggered his own orgasm, filling my mouth with his jizz. I swallowed and slowly drew my mouth of, licking his tip clean. We both were breathing heavily. I rolled off Chris and lay next to him in my bed.
“Hi Chris, nice to see you,” I said, breathing heavily.
“Good Morning, Abby,” he said, closing his eyes.
Yes, I'd missed him.

-There will be more! i promise. as soon as i dream up the next few parts. please r&r, its what i live for. i'm working on a part two as we speak.
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