[Full edited story available on Amazon] When college student Sapphire Blake finds herself fresh out of a breakup, she is ready to embark on a new journey in her life.
A dark, sensual journey.
Freeing herself from the expectations set by her family...
August, first semester at Montville State University.
"Baby, come back to bed," she purred, grabbing my arm.
"I need to get to class. There's no time to sleep in." I sat on the edge of the bed, gently loosened her grip, and kissed her forehead.
"Oh, honey, please, just one more time."
"There's a coffee machine on the kitchen bench. Help yourself to it on the way out."
"But—"
"You were good, sugar." I leaned forward and ran my hand along her smooth, tan inner thighs. I slid my index and middle fingers inside her wet slit; pulling out, I licked them to taste her scent.
Melina Montes, or Mindy, was a college student in her prime.
Her flavor? Spicy and aromatic.
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She was a sexy hellcat whose tits popped out of her low-cut tank top when I recognized her across the room at a party last night. Dark hair: check. Dark eyes: check. Tiny waist and a fucking banging body: check, check.
She and I had casual sex before, so it didn't take long for the familiar flirtation to turn into a make-out session, which eventuated into business in the bedroom in my apartment, where she was a star.
Mindy was a little minx who knew how to satisfy a man. Her naked body was a piece of caramel cake with small droplets of brown candy on the peaks of her breasts, and a smooth pussy that flowed cream so sweet and hot.
She fucked like a pro and knew how to handle my cock with her mouth. She started on the head, tasting it with her tongue, before using her suction technique, which was spot-on perfect.
Sixty-nine was my favorite number, so while she worked her magic on my cock with her lips, I snacked on her exquisite pussy. That pussy had a landing strip of short, dark hair, which I inhaled to take in her aroma. She was musky, sensual, and pleading to be licked.
My tongue landed on her landing strip, giving it gentle licks. Then my mouth dove into her core, nipping, sucking, and circling the ripe center with my wicked tongue.
Her whimpers and mewling grew louder as I continued eating her while pinching her perfectly plump nipples with my fingers and thumbs to stimulate a little more pleasure.
Those nipples were divine—they were territory that I visited from time to time before, sucking, licking, and devouring them until they were sore.
"Oh my God, oh my God." Mindy's filthy mouth broke away from my cock and prayed to a divine deity.
I continued to roll her nipples between my fingers while feasting on her clit, wanting more of that pussy cream.
Her body quivered as I continued with the motions, bringing her to a state of euphoria.
"Fuck, Julian, I'm going to come!" Mindy screamed.
I broke my kiss, positioned myself on top of her, and grabbed a condom.
Once I had it on, I slid my hard, throbbing cock inside her, pounding into her sweet, wet pussy at a paced speed, until she screamed unfiltered pleasure peppered with obscenities.
We both came hard and fast before I collapsed into her body, catching up on my breathing.
A minute later, we lay in silence, and Mindy's head rested on my chest. She played with the contours of my chest and stomach, tracing her fingers from my sternum to just above my love trail.
"Your abs. They're so fucking rock hard," she whispered before falling asleep.
I just had the fuck of my life with Mindy.
I've known her for years, and she would come onto me like a cat on heat. We were amicable, but I wouldn't call her a friend, so it was a case of acquaintances with benefits.
You see, I met her through my sister, Vera years ago—they both went to high school together and studied law in college. We hooked up from time to time, but that's all it was.
After a night of little sleep, I woke up at seven a.m., showered, and got ready for class.
The mirror reflected a clear image of a man with mahogany hair and light bags under his dark, burnished eyes. I stared at the man, who was six feet tall with broad shoulders and a muscular build, thanks to my daily routine at Evolve Gym. The exercise initially helped me with a few back problems and eventually became a habit of taking care of myself.
I lathered my square, unshaven jaw, and started shaving for a fresh, clean look.
There's a faint scar, just above my right eyebrow, which served as a reminder of my youth, when a little shit by the name of Wilson Cole shoved a swing bench into my forehead.
It was a memento to remind me that the world was full of shitheads, and probably only twenty percent of the population were decent people worth having a conversation with.
I didn't mind the heavy nights of sex, but there was one problem—I had morning classes to teach and needed at least a double shot of coffee on the way to the archaeology department.
Being a teacher's assistant/tutor while completing my Ph.D. in archaeology at Montville State University meant I had to be alert and upbeat in front of the class. Based in the coastal city of Lester Harbor, in the state of Montville, the university had a leading archaeology research center.
As for Mindy, I didn't have time for anything more than a flirtationship. She managed to find her way out of my apartment later that day and left her black, lacy thong, which I threw in the bathroom bin.
My name isn't Julian Carpenter Richland, the thong-collector. My middle name is my mother's maiden name, by the way.
I saw college girls like Mindy all the time. In class, at the gym, in the library, and in bed.
She was no exception to the rule, and she wasn't the woman of my life, but she sure knew how to fuck.
I wasn't going to waste my time in meaningless, empty relationships, let alone listen to shallow conversations and empty giggles. Nah, it wasn't my style.
Plus, I had an ongoing arrangement with Saira Quinn, a woman whose business was pleasure and pain.
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A/N: I've wanted to write a story like this for years. As an undergrad, I scribbled pages of steamy romance in a spiral paper notebook during lectures instead of taking class notes (I don't know how I passed). I had a very rough version of this story before I wrote Keepsake of My Love - for those who read it, this book is about the prof and Sapphire (Lydia's boss) when Lydia and Jake were just kids.
On another note, I used my own experience of being a teacher's assistant/tutor to undergraduates when I was finishing my Master's degree. I wanted to make Julian's academic profession feel real.
