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Subject: {ASSM} The Ride (MF cons) {m21_with_tongue}
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Date: Mon,  4 Oct 2004 21:10:04 -0400
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My first story. Comments appreciated.


		
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I'm a good person.  I'm kind to others; I don't lie to the IRS.  I even 
give blood.  And when I'm driving, and see someone walking, I offer him a 
ride.  Not if he looks like a thug, of course.  I do have some sense of 
self-preservation.  But otherwise, I figure, why not?  It makes the world 
a better place.  And, heck, I've certainly appreciated it when others have 
offered me rides.

My name is Mike.  I'm a graduate student at a small university in 
Illinois, studying American history.  I'm a first-year grad student, 
taking some basic courses.  It looks like I'll probably wind up doing my 
research on the Salem witch hunts.  They've always interested me.

I live off-campus, like all graduate students.  I have a nice one-bedroom 
apartment a short drive away.  The rent is reasonable enough to allow me 
to live on my own.  I drive in to schoool most days, but when the weather 
is especially nice and I have time, I sometimes walk: it's about two 
miles.

My love life's been a little lacking since I came to grad school.  When I 
left college, I was unattached, as they say, and I haven't really hooked 
up with anyone yet.  To be painfully honest, I've been celibate since I 
moved out here, and it's not pleasant.  It's even worse because I'm TAing 
classes -- that is, I'm a so-called teaching assistant.  That means that I 
have to attend American History 3, an undergraduate course, three times a 
week, and lead a one-hour discussion section once a week, on Tuesdays.  As 
I said this makes my celibacy even worse.  You see, there's this girl in 
my section, Tara's her name, who is so hot.  I mean, so very hot.  She's 
maybe five-foot-four or so, slim, and has a great body.  And she's 
beautiful, too.  I can barely keep my eyes off of her during class.  And 
she even once approached me during my office hour, ostensibly to seek help 
with Tyler, but in fact hitting on me.  Hard as it was (and as I was), I 
had to rebuff her, though -- strict ethics rules prevent teachers from 
dating (or having sex with) students, and I certainly can't afford the 
consequences.

So, yes, I'm unattached, with no prospects.

But sometimes offering people rides can have unexpected results.

I'm driving to school yesterday morning, with plenty of time to spare, 
and see someone on the side of the road.  I pull over, and holler, "Need a 
ride?"

"Sure!  Where you headed?"

"I'm going to the university, but I can go a little bit out of my way."

"Oh, great!  Thanks.  I'm headed to class now, too."

She sits down, and I nearly faint.  I thought Tara was hot!  This girl is 
perfect.  She has shoulder-length dirty-blond hair, a snub nose, hazel 
eyes, the most perfect lips.  Her arms and legs are flawless, and her body 
is heaven.  Her breasts -- not too small, but not huge -- bulge through 
her tee shirt like two ripe fruits, and there's just a bit of her flat 
midriff showing above her shorts.  I can't control myself: I stare, gaping 
at her until she smiles.  "I'm Lisa."

"Ah, uh, um, I, I'm, uh, hi.  I'm Mike."  Even her voice is magical.  I 
pull my eyes away from her and try to clear my mind so I can drive safely.

"You know, you're really not fair."  This from the passenger seat as I 
pull into traffic.

"Not fair?"

"Yeah," she continues, "I woke up this morning all horny, and you're not 
helping me calm down."

I nearly cause an accident, but manage to pull over to the side with no 
harm done.  I shift carefully into park, then look over at her.  Her 
erect nipples are plainly showing through her shirt.  She's not wearing a 
bra, but her breasts so pert she doesn't need one.  "Well, I'm sorry if 
--"

"No, don't be sorry!  Hell, I'll make you a deal.  You can keep looking at 
me like that, on condition that you satisfy me."

By this time I'm hard as a rock.  If this Lisa is going to be my first lay 
of grad school, the wait will be worth it.  "Deal," I say, when I manage 
to find my voice.  "So... my place or yours?" I ask, smiling, knowing how 
corny it sounds.

"I have a roommate.  Can we go to your place?"

"Yeah, I live alone," I answer, with a silent thank-you to whoever made me 
decide not to split the rent.

I make a U-turn and drive back to my place while talking with Lisa about 
school.  It turns out she's a freshman, living off-campus (because it's 
cheaper for out-of-state students, although most of them don't know that).  
She has no boyfriend, no major, no job, and no interest in her classes.  
And she's eighteen, which, thank heaven, is legal in Illinois.  That's as 
far as we get when we arrive at my apartment and get out of the car.  As 
we walk up to the apartment, she reminds me, "Don't forget our deal.  
*You* have to satisfy *me*.  We never said anything about anything else."

Damn.  I look over at her in protest and see she's kidding.  I return the 
smile.  "You scared me there."

We enter my apartment, and, gentleman that I am, I let her in first, which 
gives me a chance to notice her ass.  Having seen the rest of her, I 
shouldn't be surprised, but it's the most amazing behind I've ever seen.  
Small, pert, round.  I kick the door shut and am about to put my hands on 
her ass when she turns around and kisses me, hard, on the lips, rubbing 
her body against mine.  We exchange tongues a bit, until she pulls away.  
"God, you're so hot," she says.

"You win the award in that department," I counter with a smile. I kiss her 
again on the lips, quickly, and then move to her chin, kissing her, 
licking her, under her chin, and then back along her jawline to under her 
left ear.  I nibble at her earlobe a bit, and she moans with pleasure and 
anticipation.  I put my left hand on her right breast, through her shirt, 
but she counters by pulling away from me.

I wonder what's wrong, but she quickly removes her shirt, revealing the 
most delicious breasts I have ever laid eyes on.  I move to her but she 
kicks off her shoes and steps back quickly, saying, "No, first take off my 
shorts."

Oh my god yes.  I reach down to unbutton her shorts, and, since my face is 
in the right area anyway, kiss her breasts, once each.  I remove her 
shorts, and then her underwear, revealing light brown hair.  Her underwear 
is sopping wet, which makes me smile.  Lisa blushes.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you.  You're just so beautiful."  I 
bend down on the floor and kiss her foot, her right foot, and then move 
back toward the ankle, kissing it, and then moving up her calf, slowly, 
kissing her right leg while I run my fingers up her left leg.  I arrive at 
her thigh, and kiss it, reveling in the smell of her juices.  I kiss and 
lick her right thigh, and then switch to the left, all the while getting 
closer and closer to her crotch.  Finally, I kiss her labia, making her 
moan, and then stick my tongue between them.  Lisa collapses slowly onto 
the carpet -- I guess she can't stand any longer -- and spreads her legs 
for me.  I bury my head between them, licking her clitoris, up and down, 
right to left, and in circles.  The circles seem to give her the most 
pleasure, so I do that for a while, and stick a finger in her vagina, 
feeling the soft-hard tissue inside.  Her back arches, she screams, and 
her muscles grip my finger like a vise as she achieves an orgasm.  I keep 
licking her, but then she says, "yes, more, but soon... first let's return 
the favor."

This makes my already hard cock swell to near-bursting.  I stand up and 
take off my polo shirt, and she kneels and opens my pants, letting them 
fall.  She pulls down my underwear and looks at my cock.  "Well, you *are* 
excited, aren't you?"  Well, yeah, she could say that: I'm nearly coming 
by now.

Lisa stands up and puts her hands on my chest, then runs them down my 
abdomen to my cock, holding it lightly between her hands and masturbating 
me.  "Oh, god, you better stop, or I'm gonna come."

So she stops, and attacks me with her mouth instead.  She kisses the tip, 
and licks away the drops that have oozed out already, then licks my cock 
from base to tip along the underside, making my whole body jerk 
involuntarily.  She must like that effect: she tries it again.  But then I 
put my hands behind her head, and pull it toward me.  She takes the hint, 
and puts her mouth around my cock, sucking the first few inches.  I want 
more, and I guess she can tell, as she puts her hands behind my waist and 
pulls me deeper into her, then deeper yet, until my whole shaft is deep 
inside her mouth, down to her esophagus or whatever the hell is down there 
and I'm coming, I'm coming deep inside her, oh, god, yes, I'm coming, 
spurting and spurting seemingly without end, until finally I'm done, and 
she's swallowed all my come, and I say "Wow."

"Hmm?"

"Wow."

"What, you think we're done or something?"

I'm not thinking that at all, and I sure as hell hope not.  Hell, I 
can spend the rest of my life in bed with this one.  Or my living room, as 
it happens.  But all I say is, "What did you have in mind?"

"Oh, I don't know....  I'm kinda thirsty....  Do you have anyth--"

"Sure!  I'm sorry!  Here, come on in."  I lead the way into the kitchen 
and open the fridge.  "Um, milk, Dew, Tropicana, or Coors."

"Coors?!"  Of course she's surprised.  We're only a few miles from Saint 
Louis, the home of Anheuser-Busch, and it's not easy to find Coors.

"Yeah, I like it better."  I can't believe the hottest girl in the world 
-- or a close contender -- is buck naked in my apartment and we're talking 
about beer.  I'm getting hard again looking at her.

"Well, I'll just have some tap water, I guess," she says.  I take down a 
cup, and she notices my arousal.  She smiles as I let the water run, and 
feels my cock's hardness.  This, of course, only makes it more hard, so by 
the time she's drinking her water, I'm ready to pounce on her and fuck her 
brains out.  But I wait until she's done drinking, and even offer her some 
more.  "No, thanks."  She strokes me one more time, then runs to the 
bedroom, leaving me to run after her.  I find her on my bed, on her back, 
spread-eagle, with her eyes closed.  I stand there and look at her, and 
she opens her eyes and watches me watch her.  Her nipples start to grow, 
and she closes her eyes again.  I stand there and look, and her nipples 
are now sticking out like little fingers.  She starts squirming on the bed 
while I watch.  I'm getting aroused, myself, but decide not to touch her 
-- I'll just watch and see what she does on her own.  She starts opening 
and closing her legs a little, but when that's not enough she attacks 
herself, rubbing her fingers along her slit, up from her vagina to her 
clitoris, lubricating it and rubbing it, and with her other hand she grabs 
her breast, squeezing it, squeezing the nipple.  She continues rubbing her 
clitoris, squirming, writhing on the bed, until, when she's almost about 
to come, I grab her hand away, climb on the bed, pin her wrists to the bed 
over her head, and enter her, pushing my cock deep inside her, making her 
jump under me.  I push in and out of her, building both myself and her up, 
and I bring my face down to her nipples, licking them, kissing them, 
biting them.  I continue pushing in and out of her, faster, stronger, 
feeling the pressure inside, until she screams out in ecstasy and I burst, 
spilling all my come inside her.  I push in and out one more time to get 
out the last few drops of come, and we struggle catch our breaths.

Lisa's sweating -- I suppose I must be, too.  I kiss the sweat off of her 
chest, her neck, between her breasts: I'm still inside her, and this 
arouses me a little.  She says, "That was the best fuck ever," and I have 
to agree.  I kiss her on the lips, and get a nice soft kiss in return.  
"But remember our deal," she says.

"What, you're still not satisfied?"  Hell, I'm ready for another!

"Not at all, loverboy!  I mean, you're great, but it's been a long time 
with nothing, so I'm not spent yet."

"So what do you want to do?"

In reply, she sits up, turns around, and gets up on her feet, putting her 
hands on my pillow.  Well, now I'm fully aroused again, and I certainly 
know how to take a hint.  I ram my cock up her vagina, pushing all the way 
in on the first stroke, making her gasp.  Then I pull out almost all the 
way, so the tip of my cock is just barely inside her, and do it again, 
pushing hard into her.  I ram her more forcefully the third time than the 
second and more forcefully yet the fourth time, until she's crying out 
every time I go into her.  At some point she grabs my head with one hand. 
And then I hear her screaming: she must be having another orgasm.  I keep 
slamming into her until I reach my third orgasm, pumping her full of my 
sweet juices again.  I pull out of her, and she collapses onto the bed, 
wiped out; I fall on her, and we lie there for a few minutes in each 
other's embrace.

Lisa suddenly sits up and looks at her watch.  "Oh, my god, I didn't 
realize it was so late.  I missed my class, but I really have to make this 
meeting...."

"Okay, I understand.  I'll drive you over there.  You want to go shower 
first, or do you not have time?"

"Shit, I don't really have time, but I guess I'd better: I don't want to 
walk in smelling like this!"

"Go on in... or would you like me to come with you?"

"I'd love for you to come with me, but, well, --"

"Yeah, I know.  Go on; I'll get you a towel."
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