Chapter 8

Moving day arrived and there was so much to do. Devlin stayed up all night packing, unpacking, and packing again. She knew she had a limited closet, and she was balancing what she needed against what she wanted. She was finally satisfied with what she was taking about the time her mother called her down to the kitchen to have lunch.

"Wow," her mother said as she made a sandwich. "My baby girl is going off to college."

"Mother, it's not like I'm going to be that far away."

"That's not the point," her mother replied. "You're my baby girl, you'll always be my baby girl, and now you're moving out. This is..." She paused to dab at a tear. "This is a big day in a mother's life."

Devlin finished her sandwich without saying a thing. When the phone rang, breaking the mood, she took the opportunity to go over to Sue and Danny's to say good-bye.

"There's not enough time to do anything," she told Danny, after a kiss. She pressed her hand against the front of his pants, feeling his cock.

"I know." Danny sighed, his hand gently squeezing her breast. "Give me a call some time and we can get together."

"For lunch?" She squeezed his cock, feeling it respond. "Um, I know a high-protein lunch I wouldn't mind from time to time."

"And I know my favorite place to eat."

She sighed and kissed him. "I will," she said softly. "Sounds fun. Not right away, of course, I'm going to be settling in and getting used to things."

"Of course." He kissed her back, and for a few seconds their tongues dueled. "But after things have quieted down a bit give me a call. I'm sure you'll welcome the break."

"I'll look forward to it."

She played with the kids for a minute or so, and gave Sue a hug. "What about your clothes upstairs?" Sue asked. "I don't need the closet space, but..."

"Hah!" Devlin shook her head. "No woman ever has enough closet space. Five minutes after I empty it out you'll have filled it up."

"Well..."

"Well..." Devlin drawled, mimicking Sue. "You know it's true."

Sue smiled. "Take care of yourself Devlin. It's a bigger world out there."

"I know."

"And watch out for the boys. If you thought the boys in high school were bad, the ones in college are sneakier, and if anything, a little smarter about what they're after."

Devlin promised. After another set of hugs she started to pry herself out of Sue's grip, but Sue stopped her. "Got a surprise for you," she said softly. "Go look in the driveway."

"The driveway?" That could only be one thing. Devlin opened the front door. There was a car in the driveway, a light blue Chevy Nova.

"That's for me?" Devlin asked, staring at the car. "Th-thank you. I-I don't know what to say."

"We thought it was the least we could do," Sue said. "We already told your mother, and she approved."

"This wasn't because of my time with Danny, was it?" Devlin asked in a low voice.

Sue laughed. "No, not directly. Your mother's known we were going to do this for some time. We had to talk her into it."

Devlin just had to try the car out, and after a brief spin around town, and a lecture from Danny about the proper care and maintenance of the car, she began loading it. Not everything fit in the car, but her mother was going to follow her down to Bloomington, and what didn't fit in the Nova fit in her mother's car.

The trip to Bloomington passed in a blur. It was the first day kids could move into the dorms, and Devlin couldn't wait to get settled. There were quite a few other people moving in, but most of them turned out to be returning students. Devlin found a place to park next to her dorm, Haynie Hall. She was just starting to pull things out of her car when Jeff showed up.

"Need a hand?" he asked.

"I didn't think you were coming down here until tomorrow or the next day."

"We came down last night so I could take a tour of campus," he said. "Plus I had to get some books and other last minute supplies. We're staying at the Holiday Inn over on the east side."

"Do your parents know you're here?"

He laughed. "They think I'm doing a tour of the computer labs," he said. "I've seen them before, so I thought I'd see if you'd moved in yet."

"Well, I certainly need a hand, and this is one of the few days boys are allowed in Haynie."

"Then I'm glad I came."

There was a waiting list for carts, so Jeff, Devlin and her mom took turns carrying things upstairs. There were families everywhere, including a lot of boys as they helped their sisters or girlfriends move in. Devlin found she was the first one in the room, and promptly claimed the bed next to the window. She spent the rest of the afternoon arranging and rearranging things, trying to bring a little livability to what was basically a cement box.

Jeff had to leave after a couple of hours, so Devlin and her mother went out to dinner on their own, a small restaurant near the airport that her mother knew about from her job. They rode back to campus in silence. Devlin realized that this was going to be the first time she'd be away from home for an extended time; her mother's face was a mask of confusing emotions.

When the time came Devlin threw her arms around her mother. "It's going to be strange not seeing you every day."

"I won't be that far away, dear, and you can always call me."

"I thought I was ready for this moment." Devlin could feel the tears welling hot in the corners of her eyes.

"Her mother gave her a hug. "Now be good and study hard. After a week or two come on up and see me. I'm sure you'll have a lot to talk about."

"Mother, I-"

"Hush," her mother said, her tears leaving tracks down her face. "I know. I love you, too."

She gave Devlin one last kiss on the cheek, one last hug, and got in her car. Devlin watched, her own tears falling freely. She headed back to her room to lie there staring at the wall, trying to be comfortable with the idea that her mother was no longer just down the hall. It was a difficult idea.

She saw Jeff the next day. He had an off-campus apartment that was only three blocks from Haynie. Jeff's parents had insisted on the apartment - that way he could avoid the 'corrupting' influences of the dorms, and least that's what his mother had said. He told her that when he called.

"I'm surprised they let you stay in an apartment," she said a few minutes later when he opened the front door.

"They thought it would be better than the dorms where I'd be exposed to who knows what."

"But in the dorms you'd have someone to watch over you. You don't when you're in your own apartment."

He shrugged. "That's what my mother said. Now come on in, I'll give you the tour. But be advised, it's still a mess."

She took a quick look around: the kitchen was full of boxes that had to be unpacked; the bed wasn't made, though the linens were piled on top of it; the bathroom had a box sitting on top of the toilet; only the living room was at all organized, and that was only because of his study material.

"We have a lot of work to do," Devlin said, figuratively rolling up her sleeves. "Why don't I start with the kitchen? You can do the bathroom and living room, and when I'm done in here we can get the hall closet stocked."

"I didn't think there'd be so much to do."

Devlin smiled. "Once we get started it'll go pretty quick. You'll see."

She quickly straightened out the kitchen; she didn't know how Jeff was used to it so she put things away like her mother had at home. But to keep him from losing things she made a list of what was in each cupboard and taped it to the appropriate door.

She'd saved the bedroom for last, after the hall closet, after vacuuming the living room, even after the bathroom with a spare towel for her that she put in the closet so Jeff's mother would never see it. Jeff helped her make the bed. Afterwards she sat down on the one chair in the room, fanning herself. She wasn't particularly warm, but she had something in mind and she wanted to set the right frame of mind.

"Pretty warm in here," she said. It was a mild mid-August day outside, and Jeff's apartment windows were shaded by a large elm tree.

"I could open another window," Jeff said, jumping up, "I know the place doesn't have an air conditioner, I thought a fan would be cheaper."

Devlin pulled off her Illinois State University tee-shirt and bra. She'd brought a work shirt which she tied up under her breasts. She left it unbuttoned so he could see most everything. While he watched she got out of her jeans and into a denim miniskirt; it was short enough that she'd worn it to Emma's a couple of times, and she'd grown a little since then. It barely covered the essentials, and as she'd hoped, Jeff couldn't take his eyes off of her.

"A skirt is just so much more comfortable in this heat," she said as she finished pulling her skirt up. "And I wasn't really planning on going out for dinner." She cast a covert glance at the front of his pants - there was a lump there, and from the way things looked that had to be pretty uncomfortable right now. But she was going to let him get worked up a little more.

"What do you want for dinner? I brought the makings of spaghetti, though I could do lasagna instead. That'll take longer, though."

"The, uh, the spaghetti sounds fine." His eyes were alternating between her breasts and her legs. She'd met his sisters and all of them wore skirts or dresses with their hems below their knees. He must have seen skirts this short in high school, but if the size of his lump was any indication, maybe not.

She busied herself making dinner; to torment him she made a point of squatting or stooping rather than bending over like she would for any of the men at Emma's parties. When he looked like he was just going to be a useless lump she had him make the salad. As she worked she smiled. She felt so domestic. Sue and her mother had both taught her to cook, but cooking for Jeff felt different.

As they ate she got him to open up about his classes, what he thought of the campus and anything else she could think of, carefully staying away from what they were going to do later in the evening. It must have relaxed him, he stopped shifting uncomfortably about halfway through dinner. So she made a point of leaning over or turning from time to time so he could see her breasts. He started shifting uncomfortably again.

"It's getting late," Devlin finally said as they were lingering over the ice cream she'd brought for dessert. It was barely 9:00, but from the way he looked it might be almost too late. "Let's get these dishes cleaned up and put away."

She had to show him how to use his dishwasher. She made a point of squatting down, but turning away she he couldn't see up her skirt. By the time they started the dishwasher the lump in the front of his pants seemed to have grown to monstrous proportions. She had pity on him, then, and took his hand, leading him to the bedroom.

He was a little hesitant at first, but as she started undressing he seemed to regain his composure. After teasing him most of the evening she saw no point in prolonging the game. She got down to her panties as quickly as she could. He fixed his eyes on them as she put her shirt and skirt to one side.

"That's looking pretty serious," she murmured as she pressed her hand against the front of his shorts. The fabric looked strained and at the end of his cock she could see a wet spot. Well, there was one sure cure for that. She pulled his shorts down - his cock practically leaped out at attention. She wrapped her hand around it, gave him a smile, and sucked the thick head of his cock.

"Um." The sound seemed to well up from deep inside him. His cock stiffened even more, and she could feel his stomach tense as she sucked him deep into her mouth. She began to jack him, moving slowly to help him maintain. But when he put his hand on her head she realized he was nearly there.

She redoubled her effort, sucking him vigorously, swirling her tongue around him. She could taste his pre-cum fluid and she rolled it around her mouth. She loved his flavor - he was thick and almost creamy. She inhaled before taking him all the way to the back of her mouth; the smell of an aroused man turned her on.

Jeff made a noise deep in his throat and pushed forward, like he always did just before he came. Devlin clamped her lips around him, sucking as hard as she could. Jeff gave another groan and shot, filling her mouth with his cum.

She swallowed as fast as she could, but she couldn't keep up. She could feel some of his juices running down her chin and dripping across her breasts. She kept sucking and swallowing until he finally ran down. He sagged back, pulling his shrinking cock from her mouth, and dribbling his last little bit on her chin.

She skinned out of her panties. She took a few seconds to clean up; she'd discovered he had a thing about kissing her if there was any trace of cum on her face or breasts.

By the time he regained his composure she was sprawled across the bed, her legs open invitingly. Jeff took a final deep breath and joined her on the bed, running his hand up her legs to caress her sex.

For all of his endowment he seemed to exhibit one of the failings she'd found with a lot of men with large cocks: he wasn't that interested in most forms of foreplay. He slipped his fingers through the folds of her sex, quickly circling in on her clit. He kissed her a few times, he kissed her breasts more than a few times, as his finger circled around her clit. She must have been wound up from all of the teasing, she came with a hot flash of heat.

By now Jeff knew what she felt like when she came, and he quickly knelt between her legs, pressing his stiffening cock through the wet heat of her sex. When he found the right place he pushed, lodging the head of his cock inside her. Several more thrusts got most of him inside her. At that he began thrusting, gradually working his length even deeper. After a few thrusts she matched him, moving with him, taking all of him.

No matter how many times they'd done it this last summer she was still amazed at how big he was, or that she could even take him. His cock was scraping her insides raw; it was a pleasurable hurt, though, just like it had been every time since that night at the dance. She wondered what it would have been like if he had been her first. He wasn't, and she mentally thanked all of those men at Emma's parties.

She drew back her legs until her ankles were at his hips. He grinned down at her; he had learned that when she did this he could get his entire length in her. He began thrusting harder, twisting and moving slightly, giving her a different feel with each thrust. Devlin squeezed her tummy muscles each time Jeff thrust, making him work to open her up. But when she saw his eyes glaze slightly she relented, holding still as he fought for control. He shuddered, but held back. After a deep breath Jeff smiled.

"Close one."

"Yeah, this is too good to end just yet."

He laughed, and it made his length seem harder, if that was possible. "Well get ready, we've spent enough time resting." He pulled back slowly until just his tip was in her, and then slammed it to her.

Devlin moaned. It felt like he'd just tried to split her in half. She'd felt a touch on her cervix; there was a sensitive area there and Jeff was one of the few guys who could reach it. And every time he did it was like an electric shock that caused every muscle down there to clench.

"Liked that, did you?" He thrust again, hitting that same place and getting the same reaction.

"M-much more of that and I'll cum," she got out between thrusts.

"I hope so." He knew the angle, now, and thrust repeatedly, hitting her cervix time after time.

Devlin could feel her control slipping. Her whole body was convulsing around him, not quite cumming, but trembling on the verge. She could feel herself almost there, rising and straining, right on the edge of losing everything and toppling into the wild maelstrom of pure feeling.

Jeff began to speed up, pulling almost all of the way out of her before his entire length in her with each thrust. His face went rigid as he made a final plunge into her depths, and then he was moaning through his completion, his whole body shaking as he came.

The first jet of his cum hit the same place on her cervix, and Devlin lost whatever tenuous control she'd had. She could feel his spurts, and it was too much. She came in one wild hot squeeze after another, totally caught up in the moment.

They drifted down together, cuddling in each other's arms. She felt warm and filled, wanting to drift and fall asleep safe in Jeff's arms. He rolled slightly to the side, and dozed off. She felt him come out of her; she turned slightly, snuggling deeper into his male warmth. There was a sheet to pull up, other things to do, but that was for later. She fell asleep in his arms.

They'd never had a morning-wakeup together before. For that matter she'd never actually slept with a guy the entire night, catnaps with Danny didn't count. When they woke up they were tangled together with the sheet somehow twisted in and around them, too.

"Good morning," she murmured as she propped herself up on her elbow and kissed him. She had a vague memory of them waking up together in the middle of the night and making love again. Certainly the wet spot on the bed suggested they had.

"Good morning yourself," he replied, kissing her back.

She lay back and he kissed her again, slowly working his way down to her breasts. She could feel his hardness against her thigh. She knew what she wanted in the next few minutes, but...

"I'll be right back," she said, squirming out of the bed and hurrying to the bathroom. She was back in a couple of minutes, feeling ready for some personal male attention. Jeff was sitting next to the bed, his erection visible as it jutted above his thighs. He gave her an apologetic smile and headed for the bathroom, his hardness parting the air in front of him. She wondered how he was actually going to use that thing in that state. She'd seen guys at Emma's twisting and contorting so they could pee with an erection, but that was at Emma's, she didn't think Jeff wanted an audience.

When he returned she took him in hand, and in a few minutes they made the wet spot even wetter. Afterwards he went back to sleep. She felt full of energy, so she took a quick shower, put on one of his shirts and started breakfast. By the time he emerged from the bathroom wearing a pair of shorts she had the bacon done and had heaped the eggs on his plate.