Temptation

Temptation

Things get complicated

'You're going to be fun. You're going to be fun. You're going to be fun.' Her words repeated themselves over and over again in my head as Kara and I rode the shuttle bus back to the freshman quad. 'Temptation, thy name is Ashley Donovan.' What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Was that why there seemed to be so much tension between Richey and Ashley? But what was Ashley talking about? I couldn't quite shake the feeling of dread that permeated my thinking.

"Baby, what's the matter?" Kara asked. Despite her drunken condition, she could tell something was wrong when I dodged her attempts to kiss me. "Do I have," she paused, looking like she was going to be sick for a moment before she let out a very unladylike burp and appeared to feel better, "do I have bad breath or something?"

I snapped back to reality, flashing a tired smile. "Of course not," I lied. Her breath was laden with beer, but I'm sure mine couldn't have been much more fragrant. "I'm just tired is all."

A look of extreme disappointment came over her pixie face. "So, we aren't going to fool around when we get back to your room?" She was suddenly quite sober.

"I don't know, sweetheart, probably not. I'm not really in the mood right now." This was certainly true; sex was the last thing on my mind at this point. I just wanted to sleep, maybe not alone, but sleep nonetheless. She pouted, taking my arm and pulling herself closer on the bench seat.

"Are you sure you're all right, Danny?" her voice was heavy with concern. I didn't answer as the shuttle came to a stop at the freshman quad. We exited and made our way to my dorm, attempting to walk in as much of a straight line as we could manage. We needn't have worried however; being a Friday night, we were hardly the only inebriated students walking, or stumbling, about campus. I signed her in as nonchalantly as I could, though it had to have been painfully obvious to the RA's that we were drunk. Thankfully, you couldn't be busted for that. We made it up to my room to find my roommate, Eric, on his computer trolling YouTube.

"Hey Eric," Kara grumbled. I couldn't decide if her exhaustion or frustration was the reason for such a weak greeting. She kicked off her shoes and slipped into my bathroom flip-flops, grabbed her spare toothbrush and my toothpaste and left again. Eric and I exchanged dubious looks. I shrugged and changed, waiting for Kara to come back with my flip-flops and paste. Trust me when I say, you did not want to go to the bathroom in your bare feet. She returned a couple minutes later and I took her place. When I came back to the room, the lights were off and Kara was in my bed.

I climbed in with her and immediately felt her arms wrap around my neck. "Don't make me ask again. What's wrong, Daniel," she said softly in my ear.

"It's nothing," I replied, with more aggravation than she deserved.

She breathed out through her nose in annoyance and pulled me tighter, "I'm going to get it out of you eventually. You're lucky it's late and I'm drunk and I'm sexually frustrated and I don't want to deal with it right now."

I snorted and kissed her, curling against her body, "Sorry."

"Don't worry," she sighed contentedly, pressing back against me. "You can make it up to me tomorrow."

"Oh yeah?" I prompted, lightly kissing her cheek.

"Yeah, you can make it up to me good and hard," she murmured sleepily. Suddenly, sleep was the farthest thing from my mind. The words of Ashley and Richey faded from my mind, replaced by the idea of making it up to Kara.

I slipped a hand between us, running it up and down her stomach, closer and closer to her little sleep shorts. "Good and hard you say?"

She sighed happily, yawning, "Yeah, but tomorrow." Either she knew exactly what she was doing, driving me crazy, or she was much more drunk and exhausted than I had thought. Kara never ever turned down sex of one form or another, ever; so this was unusual. I sighed, pushing my urges away and letting unconsciousness take over.

Over the course of the next week, I was continually horrified to see how close Kara and Ashley had become. I couldn't just say 'baby stop hanging out with her, she gives me the creeps' now could I? No. I had to sit idly by and watch as they became fast friends.

"Danny," Kara had called one day, "Ashley and I are going to the mall, you want to come with?"

"Uhh, no thanks, sweetheart."

"Oh come on! I'll buy you ice cream." I did love my ice cream.

"What am I, a little kid? Next time, I promise." She had sighed and hung up. As it turned out, next time was to be the very next day.

"But baby!" she whined at my objections. "You said you would come with next time we went." We were in her room, sitting on her bed.

I hesitated, "I just don't want to."

"That's not a good reason. What are you going to do with yourself instead?"

"Fine!"

"Yay," she preened, triumphant. She kissed me to make it seem like it would all be worth it. It was not.

"Oo, Mr. Valentine, you're coming with us this time?" Ashley's husky voice chimed in from the doorway. The door was propped open to help cool the room down. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously as she sashayed towards us. God almighty she was attractive! She grinned disarmingly and tossed herself on the bed next to us, stretching like a provocative cat.

"You don't always have to use my last name, Ashley," I told her.

"Yeah, but I love your last name. I just can't help myself." She was looking at me in a way I really, really didn't like; and the fact that she had stretched so I could see down her shirt didn't help one bit. Kara, on my other side, saw none of this.

"Ashley," Kara chirped, drawing Ashley's attention away from me, "I was thinking we could show Danny what we found the other day."

A huge grin came over her face as her attention slowly made its way back to me, "I was hoping you would say that." Her grin was downright predatory as she spoke. How could Kara not see this?! I wanted to scream! She flipped her shit when I smiled and acted polite to her roommate, but when her new best friend was eye fucking the shit out of me, she didn't bat an eye. God this was frustrating!

"Ok then, let's go," I said. Jumping off the bed and heading for the door, I forced them to run after me.

"Did you tell him what we found?" Ashley asked Kara. I guess she was surprised I wanted to get going so quickly.

Kara seemed equally confused, "No, but I did promise him ice cream. Maybe he wants that."

I looked back out of the corner of my eye and Ashley was nodding sagely, "Yeah that makes sense."

Girls.

We piled into Kara's car and drove down the street to the mall. Being a college town, everything a student could ever want was less than 5 miles away, and I mean everything. Anyways, we parked and proceeded to wander around the mall for a bit, until Kara got me my ice cream. With a smile now fixed on my face, they determined it was time to make their move. I was led, happily eating my frosty treat, farther into the mall to a seasonal beachwear boutique. To be honest, I didn't realize what was going on until they stopped in the middle of the women's section. In a particularly cruel twist of fate, I finished my ice cream at that point.

Now, you might be wondering: why in the world would a hot blooded male, such as myself, complain about watching two beautiful ladies try on swimwear? Well, I knew what Kara looked like in a bikini; I knew what she looked like naked. I did not want or need to see Ashley in one. Don't take it the wrong way, I loved every bit of Kara, but Ashley's body, oh my god! Her curves alone were devastating. I would be totally screwed if Kara caught me drooling over her.

I must have been standing there gaping like an idiot, because when Ashley put a hand on my shoulder it nearly made me scream like a little girl.

"Whoa, jumpy much?" she giggled way too girlishly.

"Danny! What do you think?" Kara chirped happily, standing behind a rack of bikinis and holding one up for my approval. It was a bright floral pattern thing that looked just right for her. I nodded distractedly, eyeing Ashley's hand with unrestrained contempt. Kara went back to examining the top while Ashley gave my shoulder a squeeze and smirked.

"I'll make sure to pick out a nice one for you, Valentine," she said quietly. She liked my last name way too much. She took her hand away and circled the rack we stood in front of, scrutinizing the various bikinis.

"Fuck my life," I muttered under my breath, wandering around until I found a place to sit. Ironically, that seat was right outside the dressing rooms. I sat for a moment or two, staring sullenly into my empty ice cream cup and waiting for one of them to pick something to try on. I didn't have to wait long thankfully, really a miracle in and of itself. Kara raced around the corner and skidded to a halt in front of me, barely able to contain her excitement.

"Look! Isn't it cute?" she squealed.

I blinked in disbelief, it was a Hello Kitty bikini set. "Raid the kiddy section did we?"

"Shut up! It's cute!" she stamped her foot and glared at me. I couldn't help but laugh.

"It's adorable, Kara," I quickly redeemed myself.

"That's right it is," she said, grinning at me before running into one of the dressing rooms. I couldn't help but smile, she was so cute. My smiled disappeared faster than a crude stereotype at a pc convention when Ashley sauntered up to me.

"Found what you were looking for?" I asked icily. She was hiding something behind her back.

"I think so," she purred, backing into one of the rooms so I couldn't see what she had. Christ! I would wait for Kara to show me what she looked like, and then I would hightail it out of here before Ashley came out. I was quite a while before Kara reappeared, very nearly throwing herself out the changing room door and striking a pose. It fit her surprisingly well, even if it did make her look like she was twelve years old.

I told her as much and she pouted, "Listen you! This is wicked cute and I do not look like I'm twelve!" I smiled, standing up in front of her, taking her shoulders and slowly spinning her around. When I had spun her full circle, I stood back and scratched my chin, scrutinizing her. She narrowed her eyes at me and stood there, just waiting for me to say the wrong thing.

I noticed this just before I was about to say it made her look twelve again. "I love it!" She beamed up at me before scampering back into the changing room. I watched her go and got lost in her scantily clad butt. Too late I realized I was supposed to get the hell out of there. I turned and started making a break for it when a kung-fu grip seized the back of my shirt.

"And where do you think you're going?" Ashley breathed in my ear. I could feel her big tits squashing against my back as she pulled me into her. I shrugged out of her arms and tried to continue walking. Which is why getting shoved back onto the bench came as such a shock. I was forced to look up at her now. I had been right; she was stunning, and so tall. I forced myself to look at her stomach, figuring it was her least 'stimulating' feature. I was wrong. It was tight and hard and perfect. I still focused on it though; the rest of her was way too hot to look at.

"You're being rude," she whispered, possibly not wanting Kara to hear. And much to my dismay, she took my chin in her hand and forced me to look up. She could have been naked for all the good that top did for her. It was black, it was too small, and it was sexy as hell. The bottoms were no better; they possessed the same qualities as the top. Her feral smile returned as she saw my eyes go wide and my jaw descend.

"That's better," she moved closer, tugging on her bottoms with one hand, and her top with the other. Her nipples were blatantly erect and seemed to point at me accusingly. I was in shock, totally incapable of looking away from her porn-star body. However, when she attempted to straddle my lap, I snapped out of it and pushed her away. She didn't go very far. Anger flashed behind her eyes, and I could see her nearly naked body tense like she was about to hit me. This passed quickly thank god; she could probably have beaten the crap out of me. Instead, she smiled and blew me a very seductive kiss as she backed into the stall, pulling her top off just as the door closed.

"Oh my god," I breathed. My heart was pounding against my ribs and I was sweating. Unfortunately, these symptoms were not nearly as disturbing as the unwanted stiffness in my shorts. As soon as Ashley's door clicked shut, Kara came out of hers with a huge smile on her face. Had they coordinated this or something? The timing was perfect.

"I'm so getting this!" she told me happily. She stopped midway between the room and the bench I was sitting on as she noticed my obvious arousal. For a second I thought she would question why I was hard for no apparent reason and perhaps put two and two together. But no, this was not the case.

"Mm, is that for me?" she purred, biting her lip and sauntering up to me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I was still sitting, so I was about eye level with her tits. I knew this, not because I could see them, but because my face was promptly forced into them. "I thought you didn't like my Hello Kitty bikini?" I managed to get out something about being smothered and she let me go. Maneuvering into my lap, she looked down into my eyes and grinned seductively.

"Yes, totally for you," I smiled, giving her a light kiss on the side of her mouth, drawing her in for more.

She sighed longingly, shifting her hips over my lap, "Bad boy, you know better than to do this to me in public."

"Do I?"

She gave me a mischievous look and looped her arms around my neck, "I certainly hope so. Otherwise, well, let's just say I'll have to make sure you understand."

I gave her a shocked look, "Kara Devine! Are trying to say you'll teach me a lesson?" I had been waiting for this actually, ever since I had 'punished' her for forgetting about a late night rendezvous, and claimed to be teaching her a lesson. Her answer was to squeeze me tightly and kiss me hard, grinding herself into my crotch.

"I think I like this idea," I groaned, pushing up against her.

"What Idea?" Ashley chirped, stepping out of her dressing room. Kara scrambled out of my lap, her knee catching me dangerously close to the family jewels in the process. I yelped and held my crotch like she had actually hit me there to cover up my much too obvious hard-on. I thought I was very clever for doing this by the way.

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry!" Kara squeaked, flustered. She sat on the bench next to me and pulled me into her, rocking me like some kind of injured infant.

While all this was happening, Ashley just stood there grinning like you do when you see something that's too ridiculous to be true. But, at last, I discovered my out.

"Babe," I whispered in Kara's ear, "get me back to your room." One of my hands had become trapped between our bodies and I used it to squeeze her thigh while giving her a look that said 'I want you, and I want you hard'. She had pulled this move on numerous occasions, but I had never returned the favor and I was praying it would work. She sucked in her breath, and her eyes went desperate as she looked from me to Ashley then back again.

"Did you find what you wanted, Ashley?" she asked quickly, grabbing up her bikini where it had been dropped on the floor.

"Uhh, I kinda wanted to-"

"We can come back tomorrow," Kara cut her off, shooting to her feet and grabbing my hand, very nearly dragging me after her as she hustled out of the changing area. I was rushed up to the counter where Kara hopped from foot to foot as the cashier wrung up her purchase.

By this time Ashley had wandered up behind us empty handed, "Now, why would she be in such a hurry?" She knew the answer of course.

"Beats me. Maybe she has to pee," I suggested. Ashley looked at me like I was an idiot; this from the girl who thought I had come with them for the ice cream.

Kara suddenly seized my hand again, hauling me out of the store and towards the end of the mall where we had parked. Ashley tagged along behind us, an amused smirk on her face. This was insane and hilarious all at the same time.

"Shit Kara, you're going to break my arm," I complained after she took a particularly sharp corner, twisting my arm.

She let go of my hand and stopped, favoring me with an apologetic smile. "I'm sorry. I'm just a little worked up, that's all." She looked behind me, noticing that Ashley was still out of earshot. "This is your fault though. You know better. You know how I get."

"Well, I certainly will after you teach me a good solid lesson."

She let out a little pained noise and screwed her eyes shut in frustration for a moment. I really did love my Kara. "Stop it Daniel; you're not making this any easier for me." She took my hand again and squeezed hard, "or yourself, for that matter."

Her nails dug into my flesh. "Ow! Okay, okay I'm sorry!"

"Now, stop being a baby and let's go," she commanded. Did I mention how much I loved her? Ashley had caught up by now and had to pick up the pace again as Kara took off once more, dragging me along behind her. We made it out to the car and I couldn't help but smirk as Kara struggled to unlock it. I was riding shotgun and Ashley was sitting directly behind me.

"You should really be thanking me," she snickered, elbowing me while Kara was distracted.

I looked at her sidelong, "How do you figure?"

"The way I see it," she whispered, her gaze shifting between Kara and me, "she wouldn't be all hot and bothered right now if it weren't for me."

"Excuse me?"

"You know I'm right, Mr. Valentine," she said my name very slowly, and made sure I noticed her tongue enunciating each syllable. She looked me up and down, her eyes lingering on the down part, "It's not my fault you liked my bikini." I looked at her like she was insane. "Oh, don't give me that look," she opened her door as Kara finally unlocked the car. "Smile, you're going to have fun soon." She closed the door behind her and I was left standing by the passenger door in stunned immobility.

"Dan!" Kara finally yelled, wrenching me back into the present. I sighed and got into the passenger seat, nervous about having Ashley behind me. Kara had to have broken a suburban land speed record driving back to campus, because the next thing I knew we were parked outside Ashley's dorm building.

"Aww, but we barely got to hang out!" she complained, leaning forward between seats. Deliberately, she placed her head closer to mine than Kara's. She smelled like flowers, and it was intoxicating.

"Tomorrow I swear, or even later tonight?" Kara formed that sentence into a question because she looked to me for approval. I shook my head vigorously before Ashley could turn to look at me. "Well, maybe late tonight, it is Saturday." I scowled at her, but she simply ignored me.

"Humph, fine," Ashley sighed dejectedly, opening her door. "Later Kara." She paused, "Later, Daniel." I preferred it when she used my last name come to think of it. Ashley got out and closed the door, sauntering off towards the front door. She turned and looked over her shoulder, managing to catch my eye even from that distance. I shuddered, creeped out to the max. When Kara touched my arm I nearly jumped out of my skin.

"You better calm down, Danny," she cautioned, not fazed in the least by the way I was acting. "How do you expect me to have my way with you while you're all jumpy?" She asked the question so reasonably that I almost answered her.

I regained my composure quickly, smiling, "Sheesh, what's gotten into you?"

"Heh," she put the car into gear, "I'm hoping you can answer that for me in a little bit." A few seconds later we were parked behind her building and racing inside like the world was ending. Four stories flew by and we were suddenly at her door, kissing each other so fiercely it was nearly animalistic. She couldn't manage to unlock her door, slamming me against the solid wood in the process.

Suddenly the door swung inwards and sent us tumbling inside in a heap at Cynthia's feet.

"Right," she sighed unhappily. She retreated back into the room as Kara and I collected ourselves, blushing profusely. "I'll be in the library. Text me when it's safe." She gathered up her laptop and bag and promptly escaped, leaving us to stand there awkwardly until the door closed.

"Oh, she was not happy," I said quietly, pressing myself close, pulling at her shirt.

"Jealousy. I know she wants you bad." She thought Cynthia wanted me? What about Ashley? "But you're mine, aren't you, Danny?" she purred lustily, taking the hem of her shirt and yanking it over her head, throwing herself at me. We'd stumbled deeper into the room and she pushed me back against the bed, giving me the horniest look I had ever seen. "Clothes. Off."

"Damn, Kara," I grinned, a little shocked at her forcefulness. I struggled out of my clothes as fast as I could. Of course she was butt naked way before me, making my job that much harder. Pun Intended.

"Baby, come on, come on," she urged, pressing her naked body against me and kissing me. Finally, I tossed the last of my clothing away and gave in to her, kissing her back and roughly groping her body. This just seemed to drive her even wilder. She shoved me against the bed again and I took that as my cue to climb up. She jumped in after me, rolling me over and climbing onto my stomach, giving me a smug little look. She was soaked; I could see it and I could feel it.

"Oh my god, Kara," I breathed as she grabbed my hands and pinned them above my head. She kissed me hard, totally taking control of my mouth. I loved this and I had to admit, aggressive Kara was turning me on like I couldn't believe.

"Shh, baby," she cooed, leaning in slowly and nipping at my neck. She scooted her hips back and found my cock, almost forcing me inside her without having to look. As it was, the head of my dick pushed along her outer lips, making us both moan.

She pressed her lips to my ear and whispered, "Give me that big cock." I nearly lost it right then and there. Kara talking dirty was rare indeed. I felt a hand reach in between us and seize my shaft, angling it up and into her body.

"What, no foreplay?" I groaned, feeling my length sinking deeper into her absurd tightness. If I thought she was soaked on the outside, she was positively drenched on the inside. We hadn't had sex for a day or so for one reason or another; maybe that explained much of the way she was behaving.

She pulled her hips back, adjusting the way my cock was entering her. "Uhh, it's a little late for that," her voice was strained as I filled her pussy. She squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip hard, settling her butt back on my thighs. After a moment or two she adjusted and went back to kissing all over my face and neck.

"What's the matter, afraid I'll make you suffer again?" Her lips stopped chewing on my ear and she sat up straight, subtly rocking her hips and enjoying the feeling of having me completely inside her.

"Ha, suffer, good one," she giggled, beginning to pick up some speed. Slowly, so as not to throw her, I began raising my hips. She noticed she was getting higher when the pressure began coming away from her knees. Her eyes shut in utter content and a sigh escaped her slack mouth as I went as deep as I could ever go. When I let my hips fall back to the bed she bounced slightly, eliciting a surprised giggle at that particular sensation.

Kara was still for a moment or two after that, breathing heavily and looking down at me with intense satisfaction. "Oh Dan, I love you," she murmured, leaning down to kiss me and lovingly wrap her arms around my head. She never stopped fucking me though, her hips constantly moving.

"Aww, uhhn, you're just saying that," I grunted, as she lifted her hips and brought them back down with a slap of skin on skin.

Inches from my face, she smiled devilishly, "You think I only love you because I'm enjoying your," she paused, shuddering slightly and closing her eyes, before continuing in a softer voice, "big cock in my ... my pussy?" Her breathing intensified after that statement, and I figured she had turned herself on talking dirty again.

She had sat up straight again by this point and I grabbed her tits, squeezing them and seeking out her hard little nipples with my fingers. "Yeah maybe," I replied.

Kara couldn't seem to take that much attention to her sensitive body, her frame beginning to quiver with the onset of an intense orgasm. I took a hand from her breasts and clamped on to one of her ass cheeks, digging my fingers into the supple flesh. She moaned loudly, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as she came. I still wasn't close as she heaved out a big sigh and half collapsed, half laid down on top of me, playing with my hair. I sighed too. I loved pleasing her. But when she stopped moving her hips and then slowly began pulling herself off of my achingly hard cock, I began to worry.

"Kara..." I trailed off. She didn't respond immediately and I repeated her name with more concern.

"I'm teaching you a lesson," she responded drowsily. She began to curl herself up next to me, stretching in a very feline manner.

"What?" I cried desperately, pulling her back on top of me, frustrated as she made herself deadweight. "Baby, don't do this to me!" I could see a wry smile on her lips at my panic. I began kissing her neck and ear, knowing that she couldn't resist that. One of my hands went straight to her pussy, rubbing her clit furiously; while my other hand took back her nipple.

"Ohh Danny, stop that, you're going to make me want it again," her voice was dreamy, totally at odds with the boiling cauldron between her legs. Clearly that's what she was getting at. I didn't stop however.

"Oh god," she groaned, pulling my head tighter into her neck. I nipped at the skin of her neck, pulling with my teeth and causing her to inhale sharply. "You are such a bad boy," she gasped. She had begun to squirm against me as a result of my efforts.

"I'm bad?" I grunted, my efforts completely centered on spiking her arousal. I took my hand from her nipple, to her more than obvious disappointment, and clamped it down on a firm ass-cheek. I used it to pull her farther up my body until I could suck her neglected nipple into my mouth.

"Yess, only a bad boy could make me feel this good!" she said haltingly, her hands claw-like on the back of my head. She tried to speak again but I slipped my fingers into her pussy and all conversation became impossible for her.

I chuckled around her hard little nipple, "Didn't know I was a bad boy." I hit a rhythm with my fingers and she tensed, nearly debilitating the ability to move my digits. My other hand caressed the supple mounds of her butt, occasionally my fingers would slip between her cheeks and slide over her nigh-on impenetrable asshole. Every time I even came close she would shudder and gasp, tightening her grip on my head.

"You're such a tease," she whined, her voice faltering and cracking. Her hips began to move in a slow concert with my hands' movements. At first I thought she was attempting to fuck herself on my fingers but it soon became clear she was trying to get me to put my finger in her ass. As soon as I realized this is took my fingers from her slit.

"No, don't stop!" she wailed. I must have cut an orgasm short. She reached down between us and tried to grab my wrist but I evaded her desperate attempts. I brought my hand up and placed it in front of her mouth. She didn't need to be told, seizing my hand and jamming my fingers into her mouth. One by one she sucked her own juices from my fingers, swirling her tongue over each. She moaned as she tasted herself and ground her hips against my stomach.

"I may be a bad boy tease," I began, taking my hand from her ass and my fingers from her mouth, "but you ... are a dirty girl." Quickly, I brought my dry hand to her slit and started fingering her for all I was worth. My wet hand I immediately brought to her ass and began rubbing her own saliva over her tight little asshole.

She gasped hard, tilting her head down to stare into my eyes. Her heterochromatic irises enveloped my own, daring me to penetrate her most private place. Maintaining eye-contact, I pushed hard and steadily with my index finger and did just that.

"Ahh!" She squeezed her eyes shut and tilted her head back, an open-mouthed grin splitting her face. The fingers of my other hand kept working her pussy with a feverish tempo as my long index finger sank deeper and deeper into her ass. I fantasized for a long while what it would feel like to cram my cock into something so unbelievably tight.

"Yes," she breathed, "I am a dirty girl." She opened her eyes and looked back down into mine, "Make your dirty girl cum!" She had barely finished speaking before she leaned in and started kissing me violently. My fingers worked furiously, stimulating every major nerve cluster I knew of.