College Life: Freshman Year

5

Normani's POV

I still have the taste of Lauren's arousal in my mouth and on my lips. Although I came when I was going down on her, Lauren insisted that wasn't enough. She said she needed to taste me. In Lauren's opinion, it isn't really love making unless she gets to go down on me. For some reason, I can't bring myself to argue with that. We both agree that oral sex is the most intimate experience you can share with your girlfriend. It's extremely special to me and to Lauren. I know we're not a couple anymore, but I really wish we were.

I cuddle up to Lauren and she starts to kiss me, not passionately like awhile ago, but more gently. These are our post-coital kisses, my favorite kisses. We're both calming down from our multiple orgasms and we have just enough energy to hold each other. I feel so sheltered right now. Outside, there are so many parties going on and our friends are out there hooking up with random people, but none of that matters right now because I'm in Lauren's arms and that's exactly where I want to be.

"I love you, Normani."

"I love you too, Lauren."

"That was, without a doubt, the best sex I've ever had," she tells me while looking extremely pleased with herself.

I can't help but giggle. "You say that every time we have sex."

"That's because it keeps getting better with you, Normani." Her tone becomes more playful, "Can you imagine how it's going to be when we're 30? Mmm…I can't wait until we're both done with law school and we have our careers and we can come home to each other and I get to see you looking sexy in your skirts and blazers and…"

I decide to play along with her fantasy. "…and I'm going to go into your office and have my way with you on your desk."

"Not if I don't have my way with you first," she raises an eyebrow at me.

"Lauren?"

"Yes?"

"Want to make love again?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Lauren and I are about twenty minutes into our love making when we hear a knock at her door.

"Maybe you should answer that, babe."

She raises her head, "Umm…Normani, I'm in the middle of going down on you. Why would I answer the door right now?"

"Because whoever it is won't go away." The knocking gets louder.

"Lauren Jauregui ! Answer this fucking door right now! I know your scrawny, pale ass is in there!" Oh god, it's her brother…and probably Choie.

"Go away, asshole!" She quickly throws on some undies and a bra. It's not exactly the kind of thing you wear when seeing your brother, but those are the only articles of clothing she can seem to find right now. Oh well, at least they're cotton and not lace. I quickly throw on my dress as she answers the door. My lacy pink thong is nowhere in sight. Oh please don't let her brother be the one to stumble upon it.

"Laurenzo, I swear this better be important," Lauren tells her brother when she answers the door. He and Choie waste no time barging into Lauren's room.

"Damn, you're pasty. Haven't you ever heard of a thing called the Sun?" He asks Lauren. "Anyway, I fucking miss you," he says as he lifts her up. "What are you doing right now?"

Lauren starts showing her frustration. "Well, let's see. It's Friday night. My roommates are gone. I'm in my underwear. Normani is in my bed. What do you think I was doing?"

"You're such a slut," he tells her.

"And you're a pussy blocker," Lauren responds.

"Hey, you're my kid sister. It's my duty, nay, my right to make sure you never get laid."