Chapter 9

Derby eased two fingers between her swollen lips and began to finger-fuck her slowly. When he started to circle her clit with his thumb, Melissa raised her mouth, seeking his. Their tongues touched each other, and she felt the electricity building inside her again.

She found his engorged cock with her hand and began to stroke him. Their tongues were fucking each other’s mouths, and his fingers were stirring her pussy to a boil. Soon, it would be time to make love again.

“Please, Derby, I need to feel you inside me again.”

Derby positioned himself between her shapely, long legs. This time, she used her hand to guide his manhood into her. She was sore and tender, but she needed him. With one gradual, deliberate stroke, he entered her, filling her completely. When he felt he had hit bottom, he held himself there. “Are you OK?”

“Oh God, honey, make love to me again,” Melissa gasped.

Derby began to move, and it didn’t take long until she was moving with him. This time, he started slowly, but quickly increased his pace. Never breaking contact with her, he shifted their bodies until he was kneeling with her ass on his thighs. Holding her by her hips, he began to thrust hard.

This was new to her. It felt wonderful to have him inside her again, but he was moving at a pace she struggled to match. When he began to play with her clit with his thumb, she started to catch up.

Derby marveled at how tight she was as he fucked her. With each stroke, he felt more of her moisture bathing his cock, allowing him to thrust deeper and faster. He was amazed at how good her cunt felt on him, its hot walls gripping his cock like a wet velvet vice.

By now, he was fucking her hard. He wanted to cum inside this redheaded bitch at least one more time tonight. Her sex muscles urged him on.

The intensity of Derby’s thrusts was almost too much for Melissa’s newly de-flowered pussy. It wasn’t that it hurt, not quite, but she knew she would be tender in the morning. She wanted to please him, though, so she tried to let herself go. But he was going too fast. She was close, very close, when she felt his cock swell inside her. In a few seconds, she felt him explode. She concentrated on the amazing sensation of his hot cum flooding her, but it wasn’t quite enough. She began to thrust against him hard, willing herself to cum. But then, she felt him withdraw.

Derby got out of bed and started to get dressed.

“What are you doing?” Melissa asked, trying to hide her disappointment.

“Going back to my room to sleep. We both have a busy day tomorrow. You were great, baby, but I’m tired. You should get some rest too.”

Derby had finished dressing and was at the door. “I’ll call you.” He was gone.

Melissa wondered what she had done wrong. She didn’t know if she should cry or not.

Derby made sure he was up early the next morning. He suffered through a few minutes of mindless jabbering from his new roommate, before he escaped to the shower. He was proud of himself for having resisted the urge to ram the little nerd’s Star Wars toy light saber, which Martin had apparently bought at the last convention he attended, down the kid’s throat. Idly, he wondered how much longer he would be able to control himself. God, what had he done to deserve this?

Derby had suffered enough in his young life. The woman he had loved had rejected him. Even worse, she had done it by fucking his supposed best friend. Derby allowed himself to brood on that for a moment as he stood under the shower’s spray. “No wonder I’m bitter,” he thought. “No wonder I’ve decided that women exist only to be used. After all, the one I loved used me and then threw me away like a bloody tampon.”

Registration went smoothly, and Derby was out of there by 9am. Good. That meant that he could avoid Melissa, the girl he had used and thrown away last night. It was time to move on with his list of chicks to fuck. That hot little Hispanic piece of ass, Josie, was next. But how would he move on her?

Luck was with Derby that morning. As he was hanging around, wondering what to do next and dreading going to the bookstore and spending a ton of money on textbooks he knew he might never read, he spotted her. She was walking toward the campus bookstore, holding a sheaf of papers that Derby guessed were the reading lists for her Freshman courses. He let her pass, watching her from a distance, admiring how her big tits and bubble butt moved under the tank top and athletic shorts she wore. Damn fine looking piece of Latina ass! Once she had a good head start on him, Derby began to follow her.

As expected, she walked into the campus bookstore. Derby followed.

He found her among the stacks of Freshman English Composition materials. Her arms were already full of books.

“Hi, Josie! Remember me?”

“Oh, hi, Derby, isn’t it?”

“That’s right. The first time I saw you, you were struggling with stacks of stuff moving into your dorm. I helped you then. May I help you now?”

“Would you? That would be great! But don’t you have to get your own books?”

“I already did,” Derby lied. “I was at registration when they opened this morning, and then I came over here and got my stuff. I threw it all in my room and decided to come back out for a walk, since it’s such a nice day. Once classes start, I’ll probably be busy, so I figured I’d enjoy my last few days of freedom. I just stopped in here to see if I forgot anything.”