Before You Seduce Me: A Prequel to Seduce Me (3 page)

  Phil's hands moved quickly and he clawed at my shirt to pull it loose from my jeans. I paused our kissing and pulled my shirt off. As I removed my shirt, Phil unbuttoned my jeans and slid down my zipper. I stood and dropped my jeans to the floor.

I had on a pink bra and panties set. Nothing fancy. No lace or frills. Phil didn't care about those things. He was always in a rush to get me naked.

Phil also stood and removed his shirt and pants. His cock was straining against his briefs. He pulled his underwear off and his penis popped up. I had only ever seen Stephen and Phil naked. Their equipment was about the same size, and bigger than average, but Phil used his better.

I enjoyed the sex with Phil more than I had with Stephen. However, according to Chelsea, I hadn't really experienced anything yet. She regaled me with stories of mind-blowing sex with over-the-top orgasms.

Most of the time I had faked it with Stephen. The opposite was true with Phil. But I was still waiting for the type of orgasms that Chelsea had experienced on occasion.

  Phil opened his desk drawer and pulled out a string of condom packages. He smiled at me.

“Definitely one. Maybe two. But I don't think we'll need all of those tonight,” I said.

He separated three and put the rest back in the drawer. “Always good to have an extra,” he said as he tore open one of the packages and placed the other on top of the desk next to the bed.

He pulled the condom out of the package and placed it on his crown. He pinched the tip of the condom and rolled the rest down his hard shaft. He turned toward me and took me in his arms. His erection pressed against my stomach. Phil leaned in and kissed me.

As we kissed, he reached around my back and unclasped my bra. He slid the straps off my shoulders and my soft, milky white breasts were free. Phil traced his fingers along the pink flesh of my nipples. They began to firm under the influence of his touch.

I reached down and pulled my panties off. I was already a little wet. I guess I was hornier than I had realized.

Phil reached down with his pitching hand and ran it through the curls of my sex.

“The only thing that feels better than the fresh cut lawn of a baseball field,” he said as he let his fingers glide through my bushy patch. Some guys like their women shaved. Phil was definitely a guy who liked hair to run his fingers through.

We moved closer to the bed and reclined on top of the mattress. Phil moved his mouth over mine. His breath was hot and sweet. He devoured my mouth and began to work his tongue inside. I had dated guy in high school, Jeremy, who was a great kisser. Phil was up there with Jeremy.

The tips of our tongues twirled around one another and our breathing became heavier as our excitement grew. Phil's hand moved back onto my crotch. I felt his digit slide under my folds. He pressed it against my clit and I moaned with pleasure. After pleasuring my swelling, he withdrew his digit and rolled his body on top of mine.

Phil rested most of his weight on his elbows, but he was pressed on top of me. My breasts pressing into his chest. I spread my legs wide. I grabbed his cock in my hand and guided him into the burning heat between my legs.

I let out a cry as his penis penetrated into my slit and he pushed into me.

“Tell me you want it, baby,” Phil demanded.

“I want it. I want you deep inside me,” I moaned.

Phil began pumping his hips. With each thrust he buried his manhood deeper into me.

“Oh, I love fucking your wet pussy,” he moaned as he thrust harder and faster.

I could feel the blood pulsing through the veins of Phil's enlarged penis as he filled and stretched the walls of my sex. I raked my hands over Phil's back. I clawed at him with my finger nails and it spurred him to thrust harder.

Phil was pounding into me with both speed and force. Pleasure was building inside of me and I could tell that Phil was about to explode. I hoped he held it just a little longer. I wanted to reach climax and come together. He fulfilled my wish.

Phil collapsed on top of me. We were breathing hard. My breasts were heaving. Our bodies glistened with sweat. He withdrew and removed his condom and threw it in the trash.

“So, do we get to use another?” he asked as he nodded toward the other two condom packets on top of the desk.

“Okay. One more.” I said.

Phil's face widened with a smile. He grabbed another condom and tore open the foil package. Within seconds he was ready and plunged deep into me for a second round.

The alarm on my iPhone was buzzing. I reached and felt around for it on the small table on my side of Phil's bed. I didn't want to open my eyes. I didn't want to get out of bed.

Thud!
Damn. I had knocked my phone onto the floor. Now I had to get out of bed. I forced my eyes open. I sat up and swung my legs out of bed. I bent over and picked up my phone. I silenced the alarm.

“What the hell?” groaned a groggy Phil.

“Sorry. I knocked my phone off the table. You probably should get up anyway. What time is your first class?”

“Not until ten,” he said as he sat up and rubbed his eyes. “What time is it?”

“Seven,” I replied.

“Seven?! I still have almost three hours before I need to leave.”

“I said I was sorry. I have an 8:30 class this morning. I'll make it up to you,” I said as I kissed Phil on the forehead.

“A repeat of last night would be a good start,” he said as he playfully smacked my ass.

“I think that can be arranged. But not tonight. I have a meeting of the fundraiser committee and then I'm tutoring a girl in English Lit.”

“That sucks. How about a quickie before you leave?” he said as he reached toward me.

“Don't have time. I need to shower, dress, and eat. And being late to class isn't an option, so don't even suggest it.”

Phil flopped back onto his pillow and rolled over onto his side. “Text me tomorrow when you are free,” he said.

Then he pulled the covers over his head.

“Okay. Bye . . .” I said a bit annoyed.

“What?” I heard his muffled question from under the sheet.

“Look, I know this isn't an 'I love you forever' sort of relationship, but you could at least give me a kiss goodbye and tell me to have a nice day. I'm not just some roll in the hay,” I said.

Phil pushed the sheet off and sat back up.

“Fine. I'm sorry.” He leaned toward me.

I gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

“There. Was that so hard?” I asked as I grabbed a towel and headed for the bathroom to take my shower.

“Nope,” was all he said as he curled up under the covers again. “Oh, yeah, have a nice day,” he called out.

Was Phil the man of my dreams? No. And we both knew it. We both knew that we weren't going to have our happily ever after with each other. I didn't know how much longer we were going to keep our relationship, or what we had of one, going. I guess we both figured we would enjoy it until graduation.

Nonetheless, I didn't want to be dismissed like I was just some booty call. We may not have had much more than that, but it was certainly more. I was willing to accept it for what it was. To a point.

I showered and dressed. I grabbed my book bag and headed out. Phil was sleeping like a baby. I could never go back to sleep once I was awake in the morning. Phil had no problem. I hoped that he would be able to drag himself out of bed for his 10:00 class.

I made my way through the house to the front door. I assumed most of the fraternity were sleeping off their first bender of the school year. It was incredible that many of these guys were actually on track to graduate.

As I stepped outside, there was a gentle and warm breeze blowing in from the Pacific Ocean. I absolutely loved living in Santa Barbara. I would miss it when I had to move away to start the next chapter of my life. But I still had the rest of my senior year to enjoy it.

My cell phone buzzed with an incoming text message. It was Chelsea.

Chelsea: Have a good night?

Me: Yeah. Pretty good? U?

Chelsea: lot of reading for econometrics. U free for lunch?

Me: Yes. Meet at Commons, 12:30?

Chelsea: perfect. See u later.

I headed off to class. By the time 12:30 rolled around I was pretty hungry. I met up with Chelsea in the Commons. They had a nice selection. More like a mall food court than a school cafeteria. We each got chicken Cesar salads.

“So, how was sex last night?” asked Chelsea once we were seated.

“Gee, we're going right to that?”

“Look, I was studying all night. I have to live vicariously through you,” Chelsea replied as she forked some chicken and lettuce.

“Now there's a switch! Chelsea Richards living vicariously through me,” I said with a grin.

“Okay. We've established that you got laid last night and I spent the evening with my Advanced Econometrics textbook.”

“What, all those equations didn't turn you on?” I teased.

“Well, sort of. But that's another type of turn on altogether.”

That was one of the beautiful things about Chelsea. She's an enigma. Stunningly gorgeous, super brainy, and the best friend anyone could ever hope to have. She was also playful, could be a real threat if you crossed her, and a near sex addict. Go figure. My BFF.

“So, how was it?” Chelsea pressed.

“It was fine. Better than fine. It's just that...”

“Phil isn't the man of your dreams,” stated Chelsea.

“Exactly,” I agreed.

“Well, you kind of knew that when you started dating him.”

“I know. Just somewhere along the way it became comfortable for both of us. It can be a struggle sometimes, but most of the time we have a good time together. And the sex has been pretty amazing. I know, not like the sex you've had. But for me . . . I'm mostly satisfied.”

“You already know how I feel about Phil. He was different enough from Stephen to be good for you for a little while. Maybe he's past his shelf life,” said Chelsea.

“You may be right. I actually commented to him this morning that I know it isn't an 'I love you forever' relationship. It just came out. It seemed natural. Didn't even get a rise out of him. It seemed that we both knew that to be true and accepted it. That we have been accepting our relationship for what it is.”

“But that isn't enough for you Ash. You deserve the man of your dreams.”

“Thanks. But we have nine months until graduation. I think Phil and I have an unspoken agreement to be together until then. Then we move on to whatever is next after college.”

“Are you okay with that?” asked Chelsea.

“It's not ideal. But, at this point, I'm not really trying to find the love of my life. I mean, once we graduate we're off to the next chapter. Probably better just to wait until that next chapter starts to look for true love.”

“So, for now, enjoy the ride with Phil. Pun intended,” said Chelsea.

I nodded in agreement as I took a bite of my salad.

“Besides,” Chelsea continued, “I hear Brandon Mitchell is available to be tamed.”

I let out a loud laugh. It was laughable. First, that Brandon Mitchell, billionaire playboy, would want to be tamed. Second, that I would even have a shot at being the one to tame him.

“Not in a million years,” I said.

“Come on, Ash, you know you have the hots for Mr. Sexy CEO.”

“So does just about every other female on planet earth.”

“Okay. True. But not every other female on planet earth is the top student in the Fashion Media department at Davenport School of the Arts and a volunteer on the Davenport Scholarship fundraiser committee.”

“Your point is?” I asked.

“My point is that you have visibility and access,” stated Chelsea.

“Seriously, Chels.”

“I am being serious. Think about it. You are bound to meet him at some point either before or at the fundraiser in the spring. It is very likely that your professors will laud your accomplishments, especially because you will be applying for a job at
Jacqueline
.

Chelsea's eyes sparkled at the possibilities she saw for me.

“Visibility. Access,” she added triumphantly.

“Let's say all of that is true. You are leaving out the fact that he is a super rich CEO and one of the sexiest men alive.”

“And your point is?” Chelsea asked, clearly annoyed.

“My point? My point is, I don't stand a chance of even getting his attention in that way. It's a fantasy. I choose to live in the real world.”

“Just be open to whatever opportunity may come your way. Be prepared to grab for that brass ring. Or grab whatever else suits your fancy,” Chelsea said with a devilish grin.

“With that, I need to run,” I said. “I have class in twenty minutes. I'll see you tonight after my study group.”

“Later. And think about what I said,” Chelsea called out as I got up from the table.

“I always do,” I said with a smile.