1. College Romance Reunited

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I haven't seen Nikki in years, not since our last night in college. I can still remember everything about her, though, with perfect clarity. I remember her hair over her shoulder, the way her eyes shone when they caught the light, the dancing shadows over her skin from the forbidden candles in our dorm.

I remember the sound of her laugh against my own lips, and the way her voice changed as I began to stroke her thighs, and her taste, God, her taste. So many times I've laid in bed, remembering every moment of that night again and again. I thought that would be the last time we were together, but now here I am, waiting for Nikki at the hotel bar, sipping some bourbon, excited and nervous.

Suddenly my heart is pounding. I can't see her yet, but I know she's here. She's always had such a presence, an energy flowing around her body and reaching into all the spaces she moves through.

I turn toward the door, and there she is, Nikki. She's smiling and looking at me, and I can feel that smile across the room. She's dressed in a flowery sundress with thin straps that I picture sliding down her soft shoulders.

Fuck, I want her. I've never stopped wanting her, and here she is with that eager, knowing look in her eye as she walks toward me. I know my pulse is racing as I rise to my feet, even just from this quick look, but I'm eager to greet her properly with a hug.

Just as I remember, her enthusiasm and joy are overwhelming, her arms going around my neck and that familiar laugh ringing in my ear. Nikki feels good in my arms, not just her body, but her. Nikki hops on the barstool next to me, and I quickly sit as well, her left thigh pressing against mine.

I am aware of every bit of her. She smells the same as I remember, slight musk and flowers. She's talking about something, and I know I should pay attention, but all I can think about is kissing her lips, her neck, running my hands down her back, and feeling that perfect ass of hers.

I can tell she's thinking about it too, even as she speaks. Her fingers rest gently on my thigh, and I ask if she's thirsty. She looks at me, raises an eyebrow, and then takes my glass from my hand, bringing it to her lips and taking a little sniff before downing the rest of my bourbon.

She leans in, and I can feel her bourbon-spiced breath on my ear, and her fingertips kissing my thigh. Or we can go upstairs, Nikki says. Do I want to go upstairs with her? I don't trust my voice, I do.

I want to go upstairs with her, where we can be alone and I can slide that dress off her and lay her out beneath me. I nod. Yeah, let's go upstairs.

She slides her hand inside my own, her skin soft and her grip confident, as we walk toward the elevator. It feels so good to be with her again, so comfortable and so arousing at the same time. When the elevator doors finally close, I can't stop myself.

I press against her, placing a hand on either side of her face and lifting her mouth to mine. I have to have her mouth now, open for me. My mouth fits against hers, hungry, and I taste her tongue with mine.

Finally, after so long, bourbon, a little bit of mint, and her sweet, my body tells me to press harder, faster, to pull up her dress, to grab. But for the moment, I just let my mouth savor hers. I'll have all of her soon.

I've waited years. I can wait a few more minutes. She is breathless as the doors open once more, and I grin, happy it's not just me thrown off balance by our chemistry.

I take her hand once more and lead her down the hall to our room for the night. After we're inside, she moves to pull off her dress, but I stop her, let me. I want to unwrap her, like a gift.

I pull one strap down and kiss her shoulder, just as I had imagined earlier, and let my tongue taste her skin, so soft, so smooth, smells like lotion. I slide the other strap down, meaning to kiss her neck and collarbones. As I slide the dress down over her breasts, it catches on her hips, leaving her topless.

She's perfect, still just as perfect as those nights in the dorm room. My insistent hands make it no secret how much I want her. Her hands are on my ass, rubbing the way she touches me.

I step back a little, and her hands continue to reach for my belt and my fly. She's missed me too, and I love that. I lean down and kiss between her breasts, taking a deep breath.

She smells so good here. I want to devour her. I kiss and lick my way to each of her breasts, slowly but not gently.

I know Mickey likes it when my lips tug at her nipples, when my fingers dig into her skin. I remember how she likes my tongue and teeth on her, and suddenly I need to taste all of her. I straighten and tug her dress down, exposing all of Mickey.

No panties. She knew that was coming. I growl and toss her on the bed, her sandals all onto the floor.

I open her legs. That pussy. I'd never forgotten the soft color of her skin, and her softness.

How hot and wet she gets, and the taste. Her taste. I stroke from her knees down toward her pussy, loving the way she squirms at my touch.

She wants more. I want more. I brush my fingertips along her lips, feeling how she's already wet for me.

Good. I want her soaking, dripping and needy. I don't slide my fingers in or touch her clit.

Instead, I move closer, leaning over her to kiss her mouth again, pressing against her. I can feel her rubbing against my jeans, moving her hips. Such a needy girl.

I stand up, smiling at her desperate whines as I pull back, finish undoing my belt. I pull off my clothes as she watches, soft whimpers breaking the silence of the room. I like the way she looks at me.

First up and down, then at my cunt. I know she wants me to fuck her, but I need to taste her first. I drop to my knees and kiss her inner thighs, before licking gently along her pussy lips.

She's wet. So wet, and as delicious as I remember. I give in to what we both want, spreading her lips and eating her pussy.

Fuck, I could drown happily here. I want her to come all over my face, and I tease her clit and slip two fingers inside to rub her G-spot. I want to feel her cum.

I want to hear her cum. I want to taste it. Come for me, I tell her.

Come for me. And she does, her muscles tightening, her pussy squeezing my fingers as I carry her through. The gasps and groans, music to my ears.

Fuck, she tastes so good. I want to drink every drop of her, but I can tell she's too sensitive for that now. So instead I savor her taste, and take in the view.