*WARNING EXPLICIT CONTENT.**

I woke up to light, it was bright and in my face. I pulled the covers back over my head, shielding myself from it, as i clenched my eyes together, trying to go back to sleep, I realized. This wasnt my bedding. My soft silky bedding. My eyes widened and i sat up quickly. This wasnt my room! I bit back a scream and rose to my feet. Where was I? "Oh, good, you're awake." I heard, A shirtless Anthony walked through the door, with a muffin in his hand. "Want one?" He asked, extending his arm with a blueberry muffin. I was in a random boys bed after a wild party and all he could do was offer me a damn muffin?? I was going to shove that muffin up his ass..."What the HELL did you do?" I exclaimed, tears streaming down my face. He frowned. "I didnt do anything," he put the muffin and down and crossed his arms. "Then why am I in your bed?" I asked, trying to sound angry but I sounded scared. He was playing dumb. "You were drunk, and you didnt have your key to unlock your dorm room so I brought you here," He explained. "You liar! You had sex with me didnt you?!" I said, turning from him. How could I have been so stupid? Letting him take advantage of me like that. "I would never do that to you while you were intoxicated. That's wrong." His eyes were stern and voice was steady. I think he was telling the truth. "But the kiss. The-the-" I stuttered trying to reoncile what had happened. "When I said you shouldnt have said that, I mean't it. I brought you to your feet to bring you home. I shouldnt have kissed you anyways." He said matter of factly. I pursed my lips, so my kiss wasnt good? I know I havent a lot of practice and my mirror didnt suffice as a good kissing partner but still. "Oh," I muttered. I looked back at the bed, and the other side was made up. He didnt sleep next to me. "Where did you sleep?" I asked, folding my arms insecurely, I was wearing the same clothes from yesterday. That explains something. "Couch, but enough talking une opiniâtre, my first class starts in an hour and I need to get ready." What did he call me? Was he kicking me out? Of course he was, this was his room. I nodded, turning to pull the sheet up and make his bed. "Dont. I'll do that." He snapped, biting into his muffin. I held my hands back as if I just touched something dangerous. What the hell was his problem? "Sorry about last night," I muttered, putting on my shoes and towards the door. It was hard to budge, and he walked over and pulled hard, opening it for me. "No need to apologize Ellie. Tell your sister I'll meet her in 15." Then he closed the door behind me. Harsh much? Speaking of my sister. Now I need to tell her, why I mysteriously vanished last night.

"You little slut!" Jessica exclaimed from the bathroom with a smile, as I made my way inside to flop on my bed. "I didnt sleep with him. I was drunk, and he brought me to his room." I said with a shrug. "You like him." She was grinning at me wildly. "I dont know him," I said, rolling my eyes. "Okay, you're attracted to him," There was no lie with that. There was a strange bond between us, drawing me in slowly, and it was intoxicating, mind blowing. Just like the kiss. "Okay, I can go with that." I said truthfully, buring myself back in my covers. "Brittany wants to see you before class starts by the way," Jessica started brushing her teeth, white foaming oozing down her cheeks. "For?" I was already irritated and didnt feel like dealing with her dramatic "issues" she so called went through. "I dont know she says it's important," I inhaled deeply before rising to my feett, i was just trying to hurry up and get back, to take a nap and shower before class.

"A crush? Really? Your important news was a crush?" I said my mouth dropping, what the hell? She nodded as if this were the worst possible scenario. "But it's weird, you know it takes a lot for me to have a crush." Bullshit. I massaged my temple, "We are in college Brit, of course you're going to have crushes!" I exclaimed. I tried to show empathy but this was completely stupid. "I suppose so, but what about you? Where did you go last night?" She asked me. We were sitting by the fountain, water spewing out, driplets flying over towards us, dampening my face slightly. Brittany was wearing a Warped Tour t-shirt, with black skinny jeans, ripped at the thigh and knee. Her finger nails were black, and she was drinking Starbucks. Her looked like it was still damp from her shower, her hair curly. The tinted green in her eyes were bright today, probably highlighted by her eyeliner. She was wearing converse, and she made my outfit seem petty. I pressed my lips together. "I woke up in a foreign exchange students bed," I said flatly. Brittany choked on her drink, her eyes widened. "I'm never letting you drink ever again." She crossed her arms over her overly sized breasts. "You have no right to judge me. So, I woke up in a bed that wasnt mine. It's not like I slept with him. Besides I dont think you want to get on how many times you've woke up next to a stranger." I said matter-of-factly. "Hey, it was only 3 times, and the first time doesnt count, because it wasn't technically sex." She said, turning her nose up at me. "Anal is still sex Brittany." Okay ew, this was a disgusting conversation. "Another conversation for another time. Besides, my class starts in 20. I have to tutor some Italian exchange student. I'll see you later babes," She leaned into kiss my cheek like she normally does, but then backed up, "You still smell of alcohol and sexy French guys. Shower." Then she stood to her feet, spilling the rest of her drink in the grass and walked off. She was so hard to talk to sometimes. I got to my feet as well, going back to the room to shower.

Jessica was gone already, leaving her dirty clothes sprawled on the bathroom floor, her grannie panties were on the shower bench and I grimaced. She only wore them if she was on her period. I quickly grabbed themand threw them, and they just so happened to land on my bed. I do not feel like picking those back up again. I'll curse her out about them later. I turned on the shower, stripped from my clothes and stepped in. The warm water loosened my tense muscles, and I released my hair from the ponytail, wetting it as well. I began shaving my legs, and my mind wandered. Why was I so attracted to Anthony? Was it because he was foreign? Or was it because I havent had a boyfriend since high school? I've just been so caught up in school work that I havent any paid attention to my social life. Last night was the first party I've been to my whole college life. Once my legs were shaving bare, I started to tend to her. As soon as I was finished, I washed my hair then stepped out to brush my teeth. I then heard a knock on the door. It was Courtney, no doubt. Toothpaste still filled my mouth, and I wrapped a towel around my body and scurried towards the door, I ducked behind it, almost spit out all my toothpaste when I saw Anthony.

His eyes were wide, and his hands were in his pockets. Still ducked behind the door, I nervously waved at him, trying my best not to slam the door in his face. "Pardonnez-moi," Pardon me. "Your sister said that she left her notebook here, I just came to retrieve it." He whispered silently, there was a look on his face, I couldnt make out what it meant though. I backed up, watching as he walked in, looking over at her desk. I quickly ran to the bathroom and spit out the toothpaste, I looked back to see him still looking for the notebook. He chuckled, "Are those yours?" He asked, motioning towards Jessicas period panties on my bed. Sweet shit. "No!" i said almost a little too quickly. "They were in the bathroom and-" I stopped myself, he didnt need an explanation, this was my room. "I was about to say, I dont think this brand is very becoming of you," His eyes flashed at me, for a moment, only for a moment. What the hell was that supposed to mean? I didnt wanna know. Damn lie. Yes I did! We were quiet for a moment, while he still searched. But something inside me felt like he wasnt really looking for the notebook. "Did she say what color it was?" I asked, trying to be helpfully, while I stood there in my towel, still wet.....very wet. "It's pink..." He whispered, his eyes fluttering down towards me in a certain way. "Pink?" Jessica and a pink notebook? No way. "Yes Ellie...pink." He then smirked. Perv. I walked over to the dresser by the window, that was next to my bed, clenching my towel close to me, I opened the drawer pretending to look but was suprised to feel a presence behind me. "Did you find it..." His voice was deep, intoxicating, and caused the wetness between my legs to rush down my thighs. He was closer, I could feel his aura near me. "No," I barely even said the word, I felt his breath on my neck, "You smell délectable," He muttered, I already knew what that meant. My legs basically gave in when he said this, his lips were at my neck, kissing that sweet spot, and my head went back and I held back a moan, biting my lip. His mouth opened, his tongue exploring the spots on my neck, his hand went up to my neck, turning my head so he could get better access. And that's when I started to stifle my moans. He sucked in air sharply, and his other hand went to the front of my towel, dropping it to the floor.

I was bare naked in front of this strange man. I was 21, he was in college too. There was nothing wrong with what we were doing....I think. "What part of your precious body shall I touch first..." he mumbled, his hand snaking up my stomach and up to my breast, his finger pinched and turned my nipple tauntingly, pulling at them an I shuddered and groaned, throwing my head up against his chest. He cupped my breast, and i tilted my head to kiss him. My lips brushed up against his, tasting him. it was awkward and I could taste him like I wanted to this way. I turned to kiss him again, but he turned me back around on the dresser, his other hand playing with my wet folds. "Ah," I whimpered, trying to grind up against his touch. "Dont move," He said, I was already soaking, and he rubbed my clit in a circular motion, slowly. The sensation was so new, I havent been touched like this in years. "You're so wet for me baby," His teeth tugged on my earlobe. His hand that was on my breast, tugged at my nippled, hardening them even more. My knees began to shake and I dipped low, wanting to feel him more. As I let out another moan, he picked me up, turning me around setting me on the dresser. He parted my legs, and finally kissed me. My tongue exploring his, fighting, tasting, we moaned into each others mouth, and i tugged at his t-shirt, wanting off of him, wanting him bare...in just skin. Finally pulling his shirt over his head, my hands roaming over his chest, his abs. Oh lord his abs. He pulled from the kiss, sucking down my neck to my breast, where he took a nipple and began to suck. I flew my head back and groaned, his other hand teasing my other breast, he looked into my eyes as he took my nipple between his teeth and pulled gently. I bit my lip, and moaned, I was so horny that it was out of control. Too much. I wanted more. I needed more. I tingled through out my body as he his tongue kissed down my stomach, paying extra attention to my belly button ring, he flicked it with his tongue, and I pulled his hair, pushing him down lower. The blinds were back, and the entire field was in view. Could anyone see us? I didnt care. His lips moved to my inner thighs. "You smell so good," he said groaning, licking the inside of my thighs. "Please," I whispered, pushing my hips towards him. "Please what?" He asked, teasing, sucking on my inner thighs. "Eat me...please" hearing myself say that almost made me have a stroke. He opened my lips up, causing more of my juice to flow down out of me. What the hell was he doing. "Just as I thought...pink, pulsing...and wet..." He slowly took his finger down my clit and brushed passed my entrance. I couldnt stop moaning, his teasing was torture. Finally he brought his lips to my pussy. HIs tongue lapping it like it was his last meal, flicking my clit back and forth in a slow motion. I cried out, as he began to pick up the pace. Sucking on my soft bud. "Oh god," I whimpered, opening my legs wider for him, Putting my leg on his shoulder. "You taste so good," He groaned, he slid a finger inside me, slowly. His sea blue eyes gazing into my lustfully. I shrieked at this feeling, I havent been penetrated in so long. His lips were in a sly smile. "So tight...you like that baby?" He asked, going back to licking at my pussy again. I bit my lip and nodded. His finger went faster, matching his pace with his tongue. I felt my orgasm in my stomach, it was building. I had a fistful of his hair, and I was practically grinding on is face. "Anthony...." I cooed, and he stopped, grabbing a fistful of my hair, he brought me off the dresser, standing me up, he turned me over, bending me over, and lifted my left leg up on top of it. I dont remember being flexiable. What was it? Adrenline? Sex drive? Why didn't he let me cum? I was so close. I heard a belt unbuckling and prepared myself. Oh boy. I heard a condom unwrapping and I felt his hands on my hips. "You want this Ellie?" He asked, rubbing his member across me entrance. Did I want this. I suddenly felt his hand make contact with my ass. He spanked me? Sweet God of everything Holy. Why was this such a turn on. "Huh? I asked you a question." He said into my ear, spanking me again, causing me to jolt and yelp. It felt....good. "Yes Anthony....take me. Now." I heard myself say, within seconds he slammed into me and I screamed. I havent felt this full..ever. "It's so big.." I hissed through my teeth, I heard him moan, and the grip on my hip tightened. He filled every inch of me, I quickly adjusted to his big size and began to moan. Loving the feeling of him pounding into me. His strokes were deep and fast. I heard him groan, and the deep noises encouraged me to move back to meet his thrusts. "Damn, Ellie," I heard him whisper, I gripped the edge of the dresser, i threw myself back faster, and soon I was fucking him. He took my hair in his hand and pushed my head down. My leg on the ground, was my only support from not falling. That, and Anthonys grip. "Take it Ellie," He whispered. "Faster Anthony," I cried out, I clenched myself around him tighter, Feeling my orgasm again. His hips moved quicker, and the loud slaps on my ass and his thighs, my moans...his groans...my juices washing over his...."FUCK!" I screamed. His thrusts were magical, his touch was electric, my mind was spiraling, my body was unraveling around him, i was yelling his name out as if I didnt have dorm neighbors. But I didnt care. I didnt give a fuck, all I want was this. HIm. Inside me. His body tensed and convulsed as my orgasm ripped through me. As soon as Anthony had came too, he collapsed on top of me, my leg still up, my head still down. We were breathing deeply.

For what felt like 30 minutes. We just laid there. Not saying anything. Just collecting my thoughts. Finally, he stood back, and i put my hand on his hip, slowly taking him out of me, wincing at first. I picked up my towel, covering myself again. "You're hiding yourself from me?" He asked, that was an awkward first sentence to say after sex. "I'm sorry..." I said my voice trailing off. Sorry for what? Hiding myself? The sex? He picked up his pants, putting them back on. Why was he still so sexy doing this? "Are you alright Eleanor?" His voice was concered, there he went again. Using my whole name. Damnit. "Yes Anthony, I'm alright." I had my back turned from him, and I looked back to my dresser that we just fucked on, the papers were littered across the floor.

And my eye caught my pink notebook. I slowly went to go pick it up. "You confuse me. You act so open and willing during sex but outside you're all conservative." He said, blinking back at me, through his long lashes. He looked great after sex. His hair was tossled, and his eyes were glossy, and his face look softened. "That's how I am, conservative." I said, turning my back to him again. "Well maybe I should get you in bed more often..." Now it be a lie to say I didnt grin or get wet all over again at that statement. "Perhaps..." I added. I grabbed my book, handing it to him. "Here," I said, trying not to make eye contact with him. "You confuse me." I whispered. "How so?" He asked, his voice still teasing me no matter what he said. "You kick me out this morning and expect me to let you stay." I said, inhaling deeply. It was true though. "I only did that for the same reason why you wont look me in my eyes. Why wont you look at me in the eyes Ellie?" He asked me. I pressed my lips together, still avoiding his deep sea blue eyes. "Afraid that you'll give in to me again?" He breathed. "Why ask me questions if you know the answer?" I snapped back. "Why give me that attitude?" I heard the curiousity in his voice without looking at him. "No attitude here," I mumbled. "You're being very disobediant. And you already knows what happens when youre disobediant." I felt him closer to me again. Sweet God, not again. "I dont think I do," I challenged, suddenly, my towel was on the ground, and on my back. His mouth was back down....there and he sucked on my soft bud sending me in a frenzy. I frantically pushed at his face, trying to push him away, but my moans protested. "Your pussy is so wet for me Ellie," He spoke so surely, confidently. And he sat up slightly "Do something it about it then," I said, biting into my comforter. I never was fond of dirty talking. Until now. "Tell me you want me," I heard the dominating tone in his voice, and I shivered under his touch. "I want you," I moaned, looking back at him. "Inside me," I added, biting my lip. His eyes narrowed into mine. The first eye contact we had. He licked his lips in desire. I was hooked now. "Then tell me why you cant look at me? Why cant you just give in to me...in all ways?" He was serious, but I didnt care, I wanted him, buried inside me. It wasnt cause I barely knew him, because I was sprawled across him naked right now. His fingers trailed between my legs, meeting my center. "Why Ellie?" He asked, his fingers gently touching my entrance. "I dont know! Because I'm attracted to you, I want you. Please just ..." I stopped my self, and arched my back, as he slipped his finger inside me. "I love how your body response to my touch ma petite fille coquine. How your sweet tight pussy tightens up around me. I love how you sound..." His words tortured me, causing me to moan louder, as he added a second digit inside me. "No, I want you. I want to feel you." I groaned, opening myself up to him even more. He fondeled with his belt again, pulling yet another condom out his pocket. What the hell was he? Trojan Express? He rubbed himself against my wetness teasingly. I protested by trying to ease myself on to him. "No baby, I want you to beg." Isnt that what I was doing? I was breathing ragged, and my moans sounded needy and high pitched. "Please Anthony...give it to me," He slowly put himself halfway inside me, then quickly pulled out. I shrieked at his sudden absence. "Ah," I protested again, but his body weight was completely on me, and I couldnt force myself onto him. "How bad you want it ma petite salope?" What did that mean? He plunged himself halfway back into me, before pulling out again causing me to cry out again. I couldnt take anymore. It took all my strength to flip him over onto his back. I slowly slid himself into me. It was so deep like this. He quickly filled in the emptiness I felt. I put my hands on his shoulders, holding me up as, I rocked my hips up and down..and back and forth on him. Riding him...taking him. "Shit," I breathed, throwing my head back, sinking into the pleasure. Sinking into him. "Yes baby," Anthony moaned, his eyes squinting, watching as I slid up and then back down on him. He thrusted him back into me, going faster, swiviling his hips around in a circle, hitting all the spots I didnt even know I had. "More...more..more" I begged through each thrust. "Come on Ellie, give it up to me." He moaned suddenly. Oh fucking fuck, he sounded so sexy. Soon I was crumbling down on him, my muscles clenching tighter and tighter around him, as he exploded as well. I laid on his chest, collecting my breathing and my thoughts. I cursed myself in my head. Damn you, Anthony! I was mad. Floored. Heated at myself. "Is that how you really feel? What you said?" How can he go from sexy and dominant to so asthetic and earnest? "Yes Anthony...why do you even care?" I asked, clenching tight to him. He had his arms wrapped around me, I felt so safe in his arms like this. "I feel a certain type of way when I'm around you." He said, his voice light and delicate. Like his eyes. Sweet God almighty what was he doing to me? "This is not going to be the last time. I'm with you like this." This wasnt up for discussion, it wasnt a question. It was a demand. And I had no complaints, I wasnt objecting to it at all whatsoever. I slid myself off of him. "Fortunately for me, my class started 10 minutes ago, but I can use my excuse and say I lost my way. And fake like I barely know English." He said, changing the subject. Thank God! "Wait you mean, no one knows you know English?" I asked, grabbing my rober from the head of my bed. "Nope." He said, grabbing his jeans for the second time. "Not even my sister?" He shook his head. "Then who does?" I asked, finally looking at him. "Just you," he said smiling. My heart fluttered. Sweet lawd. "Why?" I asked. "Cause unlike everyone else...I like you." He pulled his shirt over his head, covering his beautiful abs again. Which made me frown. "Really?" He nodded with a boyish grin. "You're already late for your class. So hurry up and get changed. I'll meet you after your class." He walked up to me, placing a kiss on my lips. So what did this mean? Whatever it meant. I had no time to ponder. I was naked, ten minutes late, and aroused. Ms. Henson was going to be pissed

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Lol tell me what you think!! This was my first erotic scene..and it hasnt been proof read, so excuse the errors.
French- English Key

Je suis connu pour ma persuasie- I'm known to be very persuasive

ma petite fille coquine- my naughty little girl

ma petite salope- my slut