College Days

Hisao’s head thumped on the desk as he responded to the text he’d just gotten.

It was Friday… which meant she was on her way.

Now let’s make one thing clear, he loved her, and he enjoyed spending time with her.

But not after they made the deal.

It wasn’t something big, just a plan he’d suggested when Misha talked about wanting to lose a bit of weight. It was simple, she kept a log of all the sugary foods she ate, and if she kept the end result low she got her prize.

She got him for the entire weekend.

At first he thought it was going to be purely sexual (that’s what he intended anyway), but it spiraled into being a personal butler and bank for her. Not that those last two were out of the norm, they were dating, but after those weekends he was always worn out. He sighed heavily, cleaning his room up a bit as he waited for his torture to begin. He had probably an hour, she’d take the train here, which meant he had an hour to hide the dirty clothes and few lewd magazines he’d kept for lonely nights.

A sudden knock on his door sent a chill down his spine however, as a familiar voice rang out with it.

“Hii-chaaaaaaan~! I’m heeeeerrrreeee~!!”

Oh shit, he thought, he had mere seconds to stuff the magazines into a pair of dirty boxers before pushing them under the bed, and smooth down his scruffy brown mop before opening the door.

“Took you long enough~!” she said with a smile, handing him her suitcase before stepping inside.

She’d kept her pixie cut, with her original chestnut brown color, and was wearing a pair of short shorts along with a pink spaghetti-strap top emblazoned with some anime character. Not that she was into anime, she just thought the character looked cute. Flopping herself down on the bed with a sigh, she pulled a small journal out of her purse, handing it to Hisao with a triumphant grin.

“I only had 3 slices of cake this week, and one brownie!”

Hisao opened the journal, looking over the calendar section and noting that all three slices were on the same day, along with the brownie. He chuckled a little to himself as he handed it back to her, eyes running over her still curvy frame. She’d done a lot to reduce intake during the week, but on the weekends she ran free, knowing they didn’t count to her weekly total.

“I guess you win again Misha, what shall I do for you first milady?”

A wicked grin spread across her face as she beckoned him closer with one finger.

Seconds later Hisao found himself kissing the nape of her neck, fingers playing along her smooth skin as she moaned in pleasure. Foreplay was always first for her, a necessary step, and she had him take his time with it. His hands slid up her sides, running underneath her shirt, and fumbling with the clasp of her bra for a few seconds before finally undoing the damned thing.

“Mmm, Hiichan~”

His hands traced her breasts, softly grazing the sensitive nipples as he kissed his way to her ample cleavage. Seconds later her top was off, bra joining it on the floor, and his tongue trailed in between her glorious orbs. He never directly played with her nipples, instead he traced around them with the tip of his tongue, gently flicking the pink nubs every once in a while. This part she enjoyed the most, the undivided attention he paid her, but still it paled in comparison to what came next.

He began kissing his way down her stomach, hands working to undo her pants, and he had to break off to tug them down. She wore a thong today, this bright pink strip of cloth that did it’s best to hide her glistening lips, but it failed miserably. He moved her to the edge of the bed, kneeling down to get more comfortable, and began his work.

Flipping the thong aside, he dragged his tongue along the folds, enjoying the slightly sweet taste of her arousal. Misha writhed as he began dipping into her, tongue twisting inside her, and she found it hard to contain herself.

“H-Hisa-ahhnnn~!”

This was his cue to start playing with her clitoris, she was getting close, and he was getting impatient for the next act. Flicking rapidly, he felt her hands interlock with his as she came, moaning his name loudly as her body spasmed with pleasure. He let her ride it all out, slowing down his ministrations to match her own descent from her orgasms peak. Once it was all gone, she looked down at him with lust filled eyes, and he knew what she wanted next.

He ripped the foil package open, tossing it to the side as he rolled the latex sheath over his erection, and climbed on top of Misha. She pulled him into a kiss as he entered her, the tight feeling of her core threatening to immediately push him over the edge, and he had to hold back on thrusting to ensure the fun didn’t end early.

“Hisao~, why are you waiting~?”

She ground her hips, giving him a sugary sweet smile as he struggled to contain himself. It felt great inside her; these hot, silky-smooth walls that gripped him so tight he wondered if she was doing it on purpose. Once the danger of ending early passed, he began to slowly push into her, Misha’s hands gripping his hips in an attempt to speed him up. He didn’t however, this was his favorite part, and he intended to enjoy this for as long as he could. He didn’t know why, not like this was going to be the only time over the weekend, but he still liked to prolong it.

He began working up a good rhythm, beads of sweat beginning to roll down his body as he continued exerting himself. She was sweating as well, her breath becoming ragged as she got closer to another orgasm. His was coming too, slowed slightly by the prophylactic, but eventually he found himself holding back from coming.

“H-Hisao! I-I’m co-aaahhhnnnn~!!”

She wrapped her legs around him, keeping him from retracting as she came, walls pulsating around his length and pushing him right over the edge. Hisao buried himself into her, pulling her into a kiss, and wrapping his arms around her as he unloaded into the condom. They laid there for several seconds as their climaxes waned, passionately making out, and holding each other close.

“Haaaaa… That was great Hii-chan,”

Misha grinned up at him, eyes locked on his as she unlocked her legs from around him. He slipped out slowly, pulling the condom off, and tossing it into the trashcan nearby. He intended to flop down next to her afterwards, maybe have idle pillow talk before taking a short nap together, but found himself being kicked off the bed by Misha.

“I… want a soda, and a sandwich~!”

He groaned slightly, remembering that he was basically her slave for the weekend, and reached for his discarded clothes. Misha beat him to them however, holding them behind her back, and giving him an impish grin as she wagged her bosom at him.

“No clothes~!” she giggled.

“Ahhh… as you command mistress,” he deadpanned, watching her breasts wave side to side before turning toward his mini-fridge.

This was going to be a long weekend, he thought before Misha snapped his boxers at him, stinging his exposed butt.