It was going to her head—and she loved it. She felt nearly omnipotent. If DJ’s milquetoast affection (and milquetoast personality) was the price she had to pay for it, she’d gladly pay it. The poor guy had obviously never been in love before—or at least, no one had ever been in love with him.
In her heart, she thought he was actually a pretty nice guy, and while it was one of her least favorite things about him—the pussy never stopped dragging his feet when she wanted to smack some humility into someone (literally or figuratively)—it was also the mechanism by which she’d bent him to her will. As long as he thought she was his adoring (if crazy) girlfriend, he’d move heaven and earth for her. Which he was uniquely suited to do. Which was why she tolerated him.
Well, that and because not tolerating DJ wasn’t an option—even when he wanted her to spend five lame days being fawned over by his loser family and their loser friends. It was all the more reason to make hay while the sun was shining.
She opened Anthony’s door without knocking.
“What the…!” The freshman looked over in surprise, nearly dropping one of his dumbbells. Ashley came and went where she felt like it around DJ’s floor, and once he realized who it was barging into his room, he mellowed, mostly. “Oh. Hi Ashley.”
“Heya, Tony,” she said, smiling brightly. She was in a good mood anyway, given her purpose here, but finding the young freshman shirtless and sweaty, muscles flexing on his leanly built body, was a bonus.
“It’s Anthony,” he said, frowning. “Do you need something? I’m kinda in the middle of something here.”
“Aw, but you’re so much cuter as a Tony,” she said, striding up to him and trying to adopt a sympathetic expression. “Speaking of, I can’t believe that girl broke up with you. DJ told me about you and your ex,” she said.
“They say those college to high school relationships never work, so I guess they’re right,” he said bitterly. He’d been dumped, and apparently blind-sided by it. For once, DJ had actually been doing his job by conventional means and had been trying to counsel the kid. He’d been pretty distraught, evidently—almost dropped out of school to run home to her.
What a pussy. If he’d done it, she never would have respected it again and he would have wound up just as miserable anyway. To Ashley’s mind, there was only one sure-fire way to console someone who’s just been dumped.
She took a step closer, inside his personal bubble. “Hey, I know it hurts right now, but trust me, you’ll find someone new before long and forget all about her.”
“Not that it’s any of your business, but I don’t want to meet someone new. I want Marissa back.”
“Oh come on, Marissa couldn’t possibly be that great.”
“You wouldn’t say that if you knew her.”
She ran her fingers along his biceps, pleased to find they felt as good as they looked. He flinched away, but there was precious little space for him to retreat to in the cramped dorm room. “I bet she doesn’t have a body like this,” Ashley said, and without further warning, stripped off her t-shirt.
The freshman stared agog at the two shapely breasts revealed to him; Ashley had foregone bras for some time now. They were difficult to acquire in her size, for one, and besides, she liked having a little extra jiggle. “Touch them,” she offered gently. “I promise you won’t regret it.”
Hesitantly, Anthony reached out his hands—and then stopped just short of touching her. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “You’ve got a boyfriend. I can’t.”
“Oh, c’mon. DJ doesn’t mind. You know how he gets around with the ladies.” That was true. Some of these idiots practically worshipped him for his propensity at getting girls; they begged him to tell them his secret. If they only knew. They probably had some inkling, though; she’d noticed how seldom she saw them bring their own girlfriends by.
“That doesn’t make it OK for me. Sorry. Thanks, but no thanks.” He backed off, stopping only when he was against the wall.
Ashley scowled. How dare this little prick reject me? She stormed up to him, poking him hard in his bare chest. “Look, you little shit, asking was just a courtesy. You know what your RA said—you do what I say, or we make you pay.”
“But… that was for favors and stuff. I’m sure he didn’t mean for us fuck his girlfriend.”
“Oh no? You heard about what happened to Julian—how he was walking funny for a few days?” That had actually been because he’d called Ashley a cunt for plundering his fridge, but Anthony didn’t need to know that. “Or you heard what happened to Brittney’s boyfriend?” That had been before Ashley’s time on the floor, but everyone had heard about him getting the shit beat out of him and set outside in a pair of women’s underwear. The threat usually worked well around here.
“You can’t be serious. You… you want me to feel you up, or you’re going to sic your boyfriend on me?”
“The feeling up offer just expired, Anthony. Now I want you to eat me out, and if you don’t get me off good and hard…” She let him imagine the ending. She’d talked DJ into some doozies of punishments, and the rumors were often worse than the reality.
Anthony winced—case in point. “Fine. Just… don’t tell him, OK? He was trying to help me with the whole Marissa thing, and… ugh, I feel like a total cock.”
“Oh, I hope it’s total,” Ashley said as she kicked off her jeans and panties. “Now get to work, Tony.”
She lay down on his bed and spread her legs wide. As ever, it felt amazing, having eyes on her, ravishing her, probing her, taking in every inch of her naked body. She felt like striking poses, letting every sexy image she struck burn into the camera in his brain. He might be dragging his feet now, but this little wimp would be jacking off to the thought of her for the rest of his life. She wished she’d thought to open the windows so anyone with the right angle outside could see, but she’d already lay down.
Ashley settled for letting him go down on her.
It was one of the only downsides to scoring cock this way—the guys were awfully hesitant, oftentimes. A couple of the guys on the floor appreciated her for what she was—a hot, willing, eagerly fuckable woman with a big ass, big tits and a big appetite—but many of them had this annoying sense of propriety, or whatever it was.
Still, in a moment Tony was lying at the foot of the bed, and his tongue began its work. Once he got going, Ashley soon realized she owed Marissa one—she’d obviously shown him his way around a cunt. The redhead sighed contentedly as he started tickling her labia gently at first, slowly probing deeper inside her.
The boy was coordinated, she had to give it to him. Every time his technique got a little stale, he switched things up. He pulled out of her pussy and started slow, considerate laps around her clit, kissing and sucking at it at intervals. When she started squirming at wanting more, in went his fingers, building speed. When she was close to orgasm, he deftly swapped tongue and fingers, licking inside her as he vigorously toyed with her clit.
When his other hand slid his pinky into her ass and swirled in little circles, she came, harder than she had in weeks. Well, days. A day, anyway.