The rumor was that she had once stood outside an ex-boyfriend’s dorm room window almost all night begging for him to return. She had curly, flaming-red hair that reached all the way to her waist and her pale skin made her blue eyes even deeper in contrast.  Pale-orange freckles dotted her face and  her teeth were abnormally straight, absent any uneven break when she smiled, which she did to me when I asked her about the rumors of her night-long standoff with her ex.

“Rumors!” she said, blue-eyes smoldering with untold secrets.  Fact is I was drawn in by her.  It seemed risky to pursue her.  She had just enough ‘crazy’ to be desirable and troubling that she might have too much of it.  It was seductive and even a bit frightening.  But being the college-aged predator that I was, I thought I could handle her. And if the other rumors were true, that she was one of the best fucks a guy could ever have, then why not take the chance?

The courtship was surprisingly short, at least for me. Even in college I was a relationships guy so when I blurted out that I wanted to take her to a bar, get her drunk, and then kiss her all over, I was shocked when she said, “Why bother getting me drunk? Let’s go to your dorm right now.”  I hesitated realizing that the hint of crazy could include that she might murder me in my own room, and that, of course, would not be worth it no matter how good she was in bed.  I halted too long.

“On the other hand,” she said, “we could go to the bar…”  She moved in real close to me and I could smell a light, strawberry perfume permeating from her hair. “…and we can see about the rest of the night,” she said lingering inches away from me, her lips within inches of mine.  My impulse was to kiss her but that wasn’t what she wanted, I realized.  She wanted to see if I could restrain myself. Did I have what it took to handle her without going all the way? That’s what she wanted and I was ready for her challenge.

I’m not sure how many shots of whiskey she had.  Honestly I’d never seen anyone, let alone a slightly built woman that couldn’t have weighed more than 100 pounds, put away that much liquor.  Again, it was a side-helping of crazy.  She was tough on the inside, calloused.  But her porcelain skin and irresistible smile kept drawing my attention while her confidence made me want to prove I could handle her.

It was midnight.  We were drunk.  She was hanging on me.  Her hand reached for my crotch and unabashedly massaged my hidden erection every few seconds from the moment she finished her third, or maybe fourth, shot.  She had not even talked about sex.  She just kept groping me, testing me.  I apparently passed whatever hidden test she had for me because she finally leaned into me and yelled over the sound of the band playing in the bar that night that it was time to go back to my place.  I looked into her drunk eyes and saw that she was serious and that her drunkenness might actually be more of an act than a reality, to my amazement.

She groped me all the way to my dorm and up three flights of stairs to my room.  My cock was so hard that it ached under the denims I was wearing.  And though I wanted release even then, I knew the real test of my patience was about to begin.  We climbed into the loft in my dorm room and I helped her wiggle out of her jeans.  Her long, lean, pale legs were soft against my hand as I ran it up and down her skin.  Kissing was deep, long and our tongue-play twisted each other until my jaws ached.  I pulled her sweater off and left her with only a white tank shirt and her pale blue panties.  For whatever reason I had never actually realized how large her breasts were before that moment.  They pushed out her top and were bigger than what my palm could hold.  I finally failed my first test because I could not wait to see them. I tugged at the bottom of her shirt but she fought me and did not permit me to lift her shirt off.  She laughed with heavy breath and chastened me with an “eh, eh, eh.”

She pulled my jeans and shirt from my body leaving me only with my boxer-briefs.  My cock was undeniably erect and her skinny legged teased me, rubbing against me.  At times she slid her panty-covered pussy down my stomach above my cloth-covered cock and simulated sex only to move and kiss my neck and nipples.  It was nearly four in the morning when it occurred to me that this was going to be all I was going to be allowed to have that night.  All teasing and no resolution for an erection that had now existed for more than four hours.  I reminded her that I had to get up for work in a mere three hours so maybe it was time to go to sleep.  But she kept going and it was then that she sat up and took off her shirt.  Her magnificent tits fell against her body; pink nipples against her white skin stood erect.  I sat up and sucked on them and a renewed charge seemed to fire inside her.  She was now straddling and humping my leg while I sucked and licked her tits.  I felt her panties soak and I grabbed her skinny ass to encourage her further.

I felt her body start to tremble.  Though young, I had enough experience to know she was closing in on an orgasm.  I rolled her to the bed and continued sucking on her skin and tits while my hand found her thigh.  My firm grip on her thigh moved up her leg to her soaked panties.  She moaned.  My fingers rolled over her panty-covered pussy and she moaned louder, her body trembled.  I moved her panties to the side and slid my finger inside and she grabbed the back of my head, arched her back forward, and her body shook while she quietly squealed. I kept working my fingers inside her pussy and helped her come two more times before I realized that she was exhausted.  Frankly, I was too and glancing at the clock told me I only had a couple hours sleep ahead before a long day of work.

My alarm clock woke me ninety minutes later. I still had an erection that was mostly blue-balls syndrome as well as a piss hard-on.  I needed to piss really bad!  And it was then that she chose to help me out of my problem.  Right then!  Six-plus hours after we started. I’d been patient but now I had to work and needed a bathroom break in the worst way.

Her tongue slid down my body.  “I need to go,” I said. She ignored my plea.  Above my erection I felt her mouth hover and her fingers pull my boxer-briefs down.  The cool air touched my skin and her hot breath lingered on my tip.  I wanted her to suck me so bad but I needed the torture to end!  Her mouth swallowed my cock and I immediately lurched.  “I’m going to come right now,” I said.  She pulled her face back and she jerked twice on my cock.  My orgasm was so forceful that I literally came all the way to the ceiling from my lofted bed.  Not once did it reach the ceiling, but twice! I shook uncontrollably while she kept jerking until every ounce of cum had drained from my body. Her heavy breasts dragged up my body as she moved her face towards mine.  With aching jaws we kissed a little longer and my alarm clock reminded me of the time.  We walked out of my dorm room. I took a shower and she walked out of my life.