sampippy | Outside Voorhees Hall, Columbia University, New York, Thursday

"I can't even act normal when I am normal." Whoops, that was a little more honest than intended, maybe. Probably a side effect of how this frantic undressing wasn't giving her any time to get too self-conscious about her body or much of anything else, either.

Either way, she was going to swiftly move forward with the talking. While trying to arch up against his hands. "I guess the only way to know for sure would be to try," she said. "I mean, where exactly would you do that...?"

Totally fishing to hear more dirty talk.

Hyacinthe was only too happy to oblige her--at least until he needed his mouth for something else.

"Anywhere," he said, kissing along her collarbone. "Everywhere. I shall drag you into a closet somewhere on this campus and kneel before you while you struggle to remain quiet. I will invite your roommates out to eat and play with you all through dinner below the table. And at least once, I will walk in from another room and slide my fingers inside you just to sat hello."

Xanthippe whimpered. She kind of wanted to stay more cool than that, but it was her most honest reaction. "Who needs panties anyway," she mumbled, not at all wittily. "Guess I'm wearing a dress after this."

He'd sold her on the idea. Not that it had been very difficult.

She could join Kathy in the "Short Skirts Fuck Panties" Club. It was a great club; the perks were delightful.

"Good," he murmured, unsnapping her bra and letting it fall where it may. "Ahh, Xanthippe, I cannot wait to lose my fingers inside you." One hand skimmed down her body towards her hip, the other circled her breast, teasing the nipple to a hard point for his mouth. "And my tongue."

And another part, lying hot on the smooth skin of her stomach, but that, as he was sternly reminding himself, was for later.

First he wished to see if he could make her scream.

Xanthippe was very, very aware of the other part. But she was also very aware of his total lack of rushing into sticking that one in her. And while right now she would've more than gladly welcomed it (greedily, even), it still pleased her that he wasn't pushing for that. Blame her garbage previous experiences.

She wasn't thinking about them right now.

Her body was reacting to his touch, nipples stiffening, breath catching at the simple sensation of his hand on her hip. But she was watching his face. Somehow that was the best part. Seeing his lips move with those words. "Yeah, that -- thing about wanting you in me?" she murmured. "Like, that still stands. Actually, even more than before."

Hyacinthe wanted to push that inside of her, to thrust so far in that his hips hurt with the strain. But not as much as he wanted to hear her moan and sigh and cry out.

That those others didn't offer the same consideration was terrible. Garbage indeed.

"I'll give it to you," he promised in a whisper, his hand tracing circles over her hips, her thighs, her lower belly. Everywhere but there, ramping up the desire. "But first, I want you to she needed it."

And only then did his hand dip between her folds, tracing over their soft lines before circling around her pearl of Naamah.

Xanthippe was getting pretty familiar with anticipation. It was pretty novel, usually she was pretty impatient. But she was finding she was okay with waiting.

Finally feeling his hand felt more earned, kind of? She let her head tilt back with a soft gasp. Her own hand in his hair twisted dark strands around her fingers.

Hyacinthe was watching her reactions with evident delight. She was already so wet under his fingers, he was able to glide across her folds like silk. He traced his index finger down, over that sweet nub, and then slid it gently inside of her. "You're so tight and warm and wet and perfect," he whispered, before taking one of her nipples into his mouth.

"I... Perfect?"

Of course she had to question that. Even if it was after a whimper, and happened simultaneously with her shifting just a little to spread her legs further apart. apparently she could be verbally insecure at the same time as she was physically being pretty bold about opening herself up for him completely. Because that was what that motion was about: complete surrender.

Her hold on his hair tightened when his lips closed around her nipple.

"Perfect," he repeated, pulling away from her breast long enough to look in her eyes. "Sliding into you feels like heaven, even with just a finger." He stroked her, curling his finger up to press against that rough patch just inside while the heel of his hand ground against her pearl. "And man who gets to feel this and doesn't say the same doesn't deserve to be there." He kissed his way over to her other breast to give it the same attention as the first--and slipped a second finger inside to join the first.

"Oh."

That was for everything. Not the words alone or the actions alone, but all of it together. She was wet and ready enough that a second finger slipped in just as easily as the first, but she could still feel the difference as her inner muscles briefly contracted around his fingers. She could also feel a want for more. Maybe she'd even ask, in a second.

"You say that like --" Whoops, her sentence got rudely interrupted by a moan. Something about the combination of his mouth on her breast and his palm against her clit. "-- like any other guys even like f-fingering."

They were going to end up coming back to all her bad previous experience a lot. She was sorry.

Hyacinthe liked talking, and didn't see why previous lovers should be an off-limit conversation. Besides, this way he'd have a better idea of just how much spoiling he'd have to do to make up for the way the others of his gender had so completely failed her.

"There is only one reason to not enjoy this," Hyacinthe murmured, his fingers picking up speed. "Getting your hands all warm and wet and making you moan? That's if they don't value your pleasure and in that case, cherie?" He nipped her. "Then they don't deserve theirs, either."

He kissed his way down her body, over the flat planes of her stomach and the soft curve of her hips until he was kneeling in between her thighs. "I am moving at a nearly unconscionable speed for the length of time it's been since I've last seen you," he declared, laying a sucking kiss to her inner thigh. "And only because you have encouraged me to do so. Giving you bliss should be no one's afterthought. Especially not yours." And then he leaned in and licked her.

Xanthippe knew she had all kinds of objections in her mind, mostly based on those crappy previous experiences and other internalized bullshit. But just as quickly as they tried to bubble up, they evaporated. 404, File Not Found.

His tongue was a powerful thing. And it was just the one lick, so far!

She had a free hand. Almost without realizing she was doing it, she brought it up to her chest. Cupping one breast, squeezing the nipple between two fingers.

Hyacinthe looked up at her and grinned, his lips already glistening under the light. "That's right," he urged, fingers still rocking into her. "Keep going."

Normally, he'd tell her to use both hands, but he was fond of the one wrapped in his hair right now. He bent back to what he'd been doing before, her taste sliding into his mouth in a way that made him groan, too. He liked the feel of her under his lips, the soft way she'd opened herself to him and gave him access to everything.

He slid his hands under her ass, tilted up her hips, and set to work.

His noise was answered by one from her because apparently, if he made one while his tongue was on her, she benefited from it in more ways than just the turn-on of hearing him.

She was learning all kinds of new things here!

Like that she liked the assertive way he positioned her. And that he knew she was playing with her breast, and that he liked that, because she was a sucker for positive feedback. So she kept doing it, rolling the stiff peak between her fingers, kneading at her breast with her palm.

And as hot as it was to see him between her legs, she closed her eyes, her head tipping back. Which was kind of a trust thing. But also her effort to focus on really feeling what he was doing. Really soaking it up, because let's face it, she didn't really get this kind of thing a lot. "Oh my god," she sighed.

Did Hyacinthe need to drag every boy at this college or were the good ones just all taken? The only reason Xanthippe should not be experiencing this frequently was if she were choosing to remain celibate. But did she choose to dally with even one, they should be spending time on their knees, bringing her pleasure.

This time was a wonder in many ways, and a complete disappointment in others.

Well, at least Hyacinthe could make up for lost time. His fingers kept working her over on the inside, while his tongue did the same without. He teased her with rough strokes, then soothed with long, soft ones, the flat of his tongue covering her everywhere. His free hand pushed her thigh open a little wider, giving him room to work and maneuver, letting him get closer still. His cock was hard to the point of pain, but it didn't matter. Nothing mattered beyond making her come on his tongue.

Most of then good ones were taken, and also Xanthippe just had stellarly bad taste and/or a bad radar for who was going to be terrible. It was a work in progress. Case in point: she'd waited until the last possible moment of high school to get better acquainted with him. Clearly she was slow to figure out what was best for her.

He was being ever so helpful about reminding her, though.

Even if the 'reminding' right this second was just pushing her further and further away from thinking about anything that wasn't how good she felt. Her breathing had become ragged, panting. Every few moments, here and there, she was shifting a little, anxious. Her whimpers were turning into moans, and some of them weren't as quiet as most of her noises so far had been.

The edge was approaching fast. If everything else wasn't clueing him into that fact, maybe it did that the hand in his hair was grasping tight. And involuntarily pressing against his head, as if to keep him right where he was.

If it wasn't the first time in a year, he might have pulled away a little; to tease, to draw it out, to make her demand. To play, a little bit. He got the feeling Xanthippe didn't get to play a lot.

Maybe he'd get to try that before his visit was over. For now, though, he was slipping a third finger into her, and the licking had given way to a good, firm suck right where she was most sensitive.

Well, that was that.

The added finger caused a gasp as she felt the way she stretched to accomodate it. A lash of pleasure all on its own - and then the suck drew a loud moan that dissolved into a keening noise that she'd probably feel (unnecessarily) embarrassed about in a moment.

But not while it was happening. Because her body tensed under his ministrations, and all the build-up came to its logical conclusion, and her muscles contracted and spasmed against his lips and around his fingers, all three of them making for a thrilling kind of fullness compared to how she usually did it by herself, and the pleasure rolled through her, leaving her breathless.

He would take a loud moan, oh yes. It wasn't the scream they'd talked about, but it meant that she'd found her pleasure and that was what truly mattered.

Not that Hya was done, now that she'd come. Did they know each other a little better, he would have entered her then, riding her through her orgasm and then kept going until she had another. There was a thrill, he'd found, in continuing on from one to the next with no pause for breath in between. But until he knew her better, knew her likes and dislikes, knew her sensitivity, he'd play it safe.

He did continue to lap at her, though, all through her orgasm, drinking it down like wine. Carefully easing his fingers out, he plied her with soft kissed and gentle licks to help her come down.

And if his soaked hand wrapped around himself to give a few needy strokes, well, who could blame him?

Playing it safe was a good idea, especially with how skittish Xanthippe could be. But he wasn't going to be disappointed once he'd introduce her to that idea. For all that she was currently blissed out, she had a greedy streak, after all.

But as she was allowed to come down pretty gently - the aftershocks of his continued licks not withstanding - she took a moment to blink blearily at the ceiling as her body relaxed back into the mattress.

"Oh my god," she sighed. "Just... oh my god." Yeah, you already said that, Xan. "Hya, why is that so much better than my hand?"

There was no point in comparing him to other guys: at least her hand knew what it was doing.

"Always feels better when someone else expends the effort on your behalf," Hyacinthe said, not bothering to include the caveat of 'and they knew what to do.' "Besides, I can use my mouth to great effect. Were you so capable, perhaps you'd not need me at all."

He squeezed his hand and let out a soft moan, nuzzling the inside of her thigh and leaving a wet streak behind. "Ahh, cherie, you were wonderful."

Was this the first time Xanthippe had let out a genuine laugh all day? Felt like it.

"Me? All I did was, like -- make embarrassing noises." And she would've covered her face with an arm at that realization, or something, except that moan of his got her to gather up the energy to actually peer down at him.

"... Oh."

"Those noises tell me how much you like what I am doing," he said with a laugh. "And are enticing. Do you go silent on me, I'll not know what to do."

He gave a sheepish grin then stroked himself again, long and slow since she was watching. "As I said. You're very enticing and I'm only a man."

Okay, did he know how weirdly endearing sheepish looked on him? Because Xan had just now found out.

Even if that realization was only a brief one, because she could only focus on his face for so long when that was happening. "Oh god." You wouldn't believe she was a former spelling bee champion from how small her vocabulary sounded right now. "You're, like, really hard."

Which was an inane thing to say, sure, but her tone was something close to awed if not even enthralled, so she probably got a pass.

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