A Day Out at the Pub

He sat back down at the table, setting a pint of cider down in his place and another in front of her.

It's often said that friendships you make in college are more likely to become close and last through hardships, although that's normally said in regards to students going through their college years at a "normal" age rather than a decade late. However, the saying still applied to them, over the year they had grown close. It turned out to be closer than expected.

She took the drink gratefully, "I'll get the next round", although they both knew he'd be happy to carry on buying. They sat across from each other, at their own table, slightly away from the other students who had also come out to celebrate the end of the year and the tutors who had joined them. The first pint went down far too easily, as did the second, helped along by the hot summer's sun beating down on them. As always it was the second half of the second drink which loosened the conversation, despite the people around they began to discuss the "accident" which happened the last time they had hung out.

It had been late, nearly midnight. Drinks out with their coursemate to celebrate the submission of their final assignment. It had been hard for him, hanging out with his friends was always a good time but she was wearing a low-cut red sundress, her breasts drawing his eye and all he wanted to do was rip it off her. After many hours of drinking by the waterfront, their friend had gone home and they found themselves wrapped in each other's arms.

Kissing; earnestly, passionately.

Surely it had been a mistake? Granted they had chemistry and both *knew* that the other would be good, but that sort of thing so often is a one-time mistake. They had decided to keep it a secret, hidden from their college friends and teachers, but unfortunately, they both enjoyed the idea far too much to maintain privacy. It was fortunate for them, then, that the others at the pub were more interested in their own dull conversations to pick up on the hushed talk, his hand on her forearm, the smirk, the eye contact, him swapping sides to be next to her. His hand on her thigh.

Even between friends, making out was fine, surely? Granted they were both getting into it more than she had expected, she felt his hand at her waist, his light touch exploring its way round to the small of her back. This was still a perfectly reasonable thing to happen she had thought, even as she felt his hand move from the small of her back. Tracing upwards. Gently caressing her back until he felt. The zip.

Granted she wasn't wearing the same sundress (understated, almost day-to-day as an outfit goes. Though whenever he saw her in the dress it was as if a switch flicked in his mind. That god damn dress.) but it was her quiet confidence and comfort in herself that made her irresistible to him at that moment. The way she brought it up. In public, so nonchalantly, as if there truly was no one else around, going fully against their decision. The hand on her thigh moved slightly further up and tightened its grip.

She realised what was about to happen barely before it did. The zip descended and all of a sudden he was above her, she could see the desire in his eyes, she wanted what was to come.

As they talked about their experience, their companions were none the wiser, she saw that same look again in his eyes. She felt his hand creep a little higher now under the hem of her skirt, his fingers clenching and unclenching, caressing the inside of her thigh, his little finger rubbing where her thighs touched. She moved her legs slightly further apart as the sound of conversation started to melt into background noise. She was aware of the people around her, those she didn't know, her coursemate and her tutor but she didn't care. She wanted him to continue, wanted him to take his hand fully up into the warmth between her thighs, getting wetter by the moment at his touch, she inhaled sharply as her eyes closed.

She lay, with him over her, looking down at her now exposed breasts, her chest rising and falling with her quickened breaths. He goes back in to kiss her more, one hand moving to her breast, his fingers toying with her nipple, the pleasure beginning to spread.

Just as they had both realised that it wasn't a mistake, at this moment they both realised that it also wasn't a one-time situation. Her legs parted further as she anticipated his touch sliding towards her, instead, she felt his hand leave her thigh. She opened her eyes to find him talking with their tutor, she didn't care what the conversation was about, only the fact that she had been denied. It was that tease, almost to the brink only to be withdrawn at the last moment that caused her to make her mind up. There was no longer a question of "if" they would repeat their engagement, it was now a matter of "how long until".

He kissed her; first on the lips, then the cheek, on the side of her neck, she felt his hot breath moving down her chest until he was at her soft breast. She gasped as he kissed her nipple, his tongue performing an intricate dance around her breast, gently brushing the nipple as it went past, teasing her further so that she almost didn't notice his hand slowly down her curves, past her midriff, down, down, down. As he reached her lips, his mouth closed on her nipple mixing the patterned licking with gentle sucks while his fingers quickly grew to know every part of her. She moaned freely, pleasure spreading throughout her body before he came up to kiss her while teasing her clit with his finger. Running it around, across the lips, stopping just short of entering, he knew that he could do as he pleased with her now.

"I'm so sorry for leaving early, we'll have to do this again another time!" he addressed the group before asking her if she wanted to share an Uber, since they lived so close to each other this was a very reasonable thing to do. None of the others knew what they were thinking, what they were planning on doing to each other the moment they would be alone. The duration of the ride saw his hand wander around her thigh, never getting too close while always being present, a permanent reminder of what was to come. They burst into his flat, passionately kissing, barely stopping to undress each other as they approached the bedroom, leaving a trail of discarded clothes and lustful intention in their wake, revealed to none but themselves and the sun.

She didn't know how long had passed, his fingers had stopped any concept of time as they massaged her clit and toyed with her wetness. Her eyes, for the most part, were closed, she wanted only to live and breathe this pleasure; and when she did open them she would see him staring back, sadistic in his enjoyment and control. She reached out and grabbed him by his face, pulling him in to kiss while he continued to finger her. Pleasure. Followed by confusion as he pulled away, once more he began to kiss and lick his way down her body, breathing heavily as he caressed her soft curves. He took his time, learning her body, revelling in the sounds she made, and the way she writhed in pleasure at his hands. He kissed down her stomach, drifting slightly to the side he reached her thigh, kissing and gently licking her he could feel the wet warmth, he could practically taste her. And then he did. His tongue had taken over from his fingers. Bliss.

They fell upon the bed, still in each other's arms, still passionately making out. From his position on top of her, he pinned her down by her wrists, kissing and biting at her neck, marking her for his use. He released her before going down on her, once more she sank back into pleasure. Feeling his tongue tease, massage and toy with her clit. The rising pleasure. The heat from his face buried between her thighs. Her wetness mingled with his wet tongue. Her moans interspersed with the occasional line from him "that's right, cum for me", he ate her out as he slid his fingers inside of her, bringing her near the brink of orgasm but then denying her for what felt like an age. In reality, it was probably only a few seconds before he resumed his play and she had an orgasm on his face. He came back up to her, stopping to wipe his mouth before kissing her. She could feel his hard cock. He was rubbing it against her tender clit, bringing it back to tease her but refusing to enter, she was his plaything and his play was about to ramp up. Feeling him pushing up against her she could barely restrain herself anymore, shifting her body down towards him.

He groaned. She moaned. He entered her.

Even between friends, penetration was fine, surely?

In the darkness of night, he slid in. She, on her back, legs apart and slightly raised. He, between her legs, head by her ear. She felt his breathing on her neck, much heavier now. She heard his moans. Between the moans and his cock thrusting within her she knew all she needed to. This was good. This was the perfect way to celebrate passing their course. Between feeling her around him and hearing her moans of pleasure. He knew nothing but pleasure.

The sun shining through the open window. The breeze cutting through the warmth of the day. The sounds of the pair as they fucked. Each as natural as the next. Despite having only had sex once before, there was no sense of awkwardness between the two. It was as if they already knew and understood each other as intimately as they did themselves. He moved her around, bringing her legs up, dragging her down the bed, in order to position her as he wished to bring more pleasure for them both. In response to his control over her body, she knew exactly how to intensify his mood; biting, scratching, and pulling his hair would work him up to be rougher. How she liked it.

He hitched her legs up above his head, tightening her while he fucked harder and harder. She could hear him moaning, "oh fuck", she could feel him inside her, "god yes", as the pleasure mounted he dropped her legs down slightly to rest on his shoulders, his rhythm continuing.

She was more than happy letting him take control over her, he dropped her legs down, kneeled onto the floor before dragging her bodily over to the edge of the bed. Once more his tongue found her clit, her hands running through his hair, grabbing and pulling occasionally as he licked out patterns. She let out a big gasp as she felt his fingers enter her, god how much more of this could she take?

He had removed himself, now they lay beside each other making out while he fingered her, enjoying the wetness on his fingers he brought them up for a taste. Now it was too much for her, "lie on your back". And he did as he was told.

Once more he had her down on the bed. Kissing her. Sucking on her nipple. Biting her neck, all as he fucked her, hard and fast. She felt the change within him, heard his noises shift from pleasure to something more primal. He was close.

She was on top, she could feel his cock deep within as she rode him. She heard the changes in his noises and began to ride harder. Determined to make him cum inside her.

His thrusting grew quicker, strokes longer as he used every inch of his cock to fuck her, both were moaning louder than they had been until now. He dropped down from his position above her so that his head was right by her ear. Hot breath. Intense moans.

Propped up on his chest she rode. He toyed with her breasts before grabbing her by the head and pulling her down, kissing her deeply as he came.

He came, groaning and convulsing he came inside her as she twisted, ground and continued to fuck him back. She didn't stop until he was overcome with the intense sensations and begged her to end.