The Taunting (College Life #1)

Elizabeth. . .you're full of wonders

"Are we not going to talk about the big cow in the room." I use her dumb analogy; she picks up on it and rolls her eyes.

A seductive smile comes across her luscious lips, "What are you talking about?"

"You're going to make me spell it out then."

"Tell me, Andreas, sometimes I get amnesia and forget things. Freshen my memory." Her voice comes out airy and in a sing-song voice.

"Fine." I use all the most explicit and dirty words my brain can come up with. If she wants to play games and act dumb, then why not play along. "In the kitchen, a few days ago, we had a hot moment. You grinding that tight ass of yours against my hard cock. Then, I whipped you around, you rubbed me like a dog until I came in your hand. That moment."

No sense of embarrassment comes over her face, instead, she's amused. "Oh, that moment. The moment when you came within 30 seconds, right, I remember you."

"Shut the fuck up!" A boisterous laugh leaves her sweet mouth. "It was more like 60 seconds to a minute, tops."

"Oh no. It was 30 seconds."

I flip her off, "There's no way I'm going to listen to you, you're not even good at math."

"How did you know I wasn't good at math?" She's not embarrassed by this, just shocked.

"At the library when you were there with your friend, I saw her teaching you how to do algebraic functions, you struggled, a lot."

"You were watching me?" Her voice comes out soft, her brown doe eyes look at me.

I gulp.

"I- I work there, and yeah." It's quiet for a couple of seconds. Then, I start up a new conversation.

I turn in my seat towards her, "Let's play a game."

"I told you I don't play games," I grunt, remembering our time in the kitchen. The way her firm ass rubbed against my cock, I wanted to rip her pants off and fuck her against the sink. The things she does to me should be illegal.

"Well, you're going to play this one. The game we will be playing is 21 questions."

Her brow lifts, "Are you serious?"

"Yes, Elizabeth, now ask me a question." She shrugs my jacket off her shoulders since the heat has taken over the car. Her bare shoulders are on display, as are her boobs. She knows what she's doing by wearing those clothes, so revealing, leaves nothing to my sick and twisted imagination.

"Alright, let me think." Her finger strums against her chin, eyes are alert, letting me know she has a question. "How many people have you dated?"

"14."

"Fucking hell! That's a lot of girls. Your turn."

"Not everyone's a prude like you." We both laugh, to which she tells me to shut up or she'll punch me in the throat, which I believe she will. "Why don't you drive?"

As quick as it came, her laugh is gone while the smile from her face has disappeared. Something. . .grave comes over her face. "Can you ask me another question, please, I-I don't feel comfortable talking about it." Those brown eyes look everywhere but me.

"Ok. How many boyfriends have you fucked?"

She sighs, "3."

I scrunch up my face, "That's it? You're like what, 19. Did guys not want you because of your disgusting personality?" I say, joking around.

"I'm 18, will be turning 19 in two months, ha, ha. In high school, I wasn't seen as the prettiest girl on campus. Not every guy wanted me, not everyone likes sarcastic girls. Anyway, the guys I did date, the relationships didn't last long. I'm just average, you know."