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second time, crying out with pleasure, grabbing at him, my hands
slipping on his sweat-slick body while every muscle tensed and then relaxed in
little spasms. He slowed to a near stop and then started again, moving a little
faster this time, building me up just as quickly as he did before. Every
movement of his hips rubbed against my clit, sending tiny jolts of sensation
through my body that made it impossible to think.
    Devon was thrusting into me hard and fast, both of us
moaning out over and over again, touching each other everywhere, panting and
gasping. We both hit our climax at what seemed like the same moment—I could
never be sure afterward if there had even
been a heartbeat of difference—clinging to each other as if for life itself. I
felt Devon’s cock twitching inside of me more and more, felt the sticky slick gush of his come shooting into me,
making my orgasm that much more intense. We kept moving until we collapsed in a
heap on the bed, limbs tangled up together, gasping for breath.

 
    Chapter
Four
    I had no idea of what time it was as Devon and I lay
in bed together, recovering from the orgasms that had shaken us. I curled up
against him, still able to feel the aftershocks coursing through my body. “How
was that?” Devon asked me, tilting my face up to his. I giggled.
    “God, I feel like I can’t stop laughing,” I told him,
shaking my head.
    “Then it must have been good,” Devon said, with a little, satisfied grin. He held me close to
him, his hands wandering over me in a slow, soothing way. I could still feel
little muscle spasms in my legs; somewhere deep down in my hips I’d started to
feel an ache that seemed both perfectly natural and strange. I wanted more—I wished
that I had the energy to propose to Devon that we go at it again, but all I
could do was cuddle close to him while I tingled and shivered.
    We talked for a little while, about nothing at all,
about sex. “That was what you were going to tell me, wasn’t it?” Devon asked
me, raising an eyebrow.
    “Yeah,” I admitted sheepishly. Devon laughed, running
his fingers through my hair.
    “Well, it worked out for the best. I didn’t hurt you,
right?” I shook my head, giggling again. I felt
so good—so happy, so satisfied. It surprised me; it wasn’t as if I’d
never had an orgasm before. But what had happened with Devon was so much more
than just getting off.
    “ No , that was so
great that if I wasn’t exhausted right now I’d be begging you for more.” Devon
grinned, kissing me lightly on the lips. He pulled the blankets over us when I
continued to shiver, commenting on the fact that his room always seemed to be
the coldest in the frat.
    The talk between us began to die down slowly; I kept
waiting for Devon to suggest I should go back to the dorms—offer to walk me
back, or something like that, but he didn’t make any indication that he wanted
me to leave. I became more and more sleepy as the lingering aftershocks began
to die off, and eventually even if Devon had wanted me to leave, I would have
had a hard time prying myself out of his bed. I nestled in close to him and
fell asleep, contented and so full of pleasure that I almost laughed as I
thought of the fact that at one point—not so long ago—I had thought that
nothing could possibly have salvaged the evening. I had been wrong in the best
possible way, I thought to myself as I
fell into a deep sleep.

 
    The next morning, I woke up in phases; for a moment,
even before I opened my eyes, I was disoriented. I felt someone in the bed next
to me, heard the little sounds of slow, steady breathing, and without looking
knew that I was in a different room, a different bed. Then the events of the
evening flashed into my mind seemingly all at once, and I opened my eyes to see Devon, curled up on his side next to me, fast
asleep. There was the little throb of a headache at my temples from all of the alcohol I’d consumed the night before, but it was
not the worst