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I’d had to sneak him
in, up the back stairway, which happened to be right next to my room. Lucky me.
The other students weren’t so fortunate—two of them had been caught already
this year sneaking paramours into their rooms and one had actually been asked
to leave. He couldn’t seem to stop inviting women to his room. I definitely
didn’t want to be kicked out—real estate was at a premium and rooms were hard
to find for students.
    “Sorry,” he apologized, catching me in his arms as I shut the door. “I
can’t keep my hands off you.”
    “Do you want some coffee?” I headed for my little kitchenette, petting
Jezebel on the way. She had come out to investigate the intruder, sniffing at
Nico’s pant leg as he followed me. Cara Lucia’s rooms were designed for
exchange students. We had our own bath and shower in each, but just a kitchenette—no
stove but a small refrigerator, hot plate, a little table and two chairs.
    “I have tea. Some juice?”
    “I don’t want anything but you.” Nico sat on one of the chairs,
scratching Jezebel behind the ears. “Come here.”
    I did and he slid his hands around my waist and pulled me close, nuzzling
my belly as Jezebel twined around our legs.
    Nico sighed dreamily. “I think I’m addicted to you.”
    I relented, following the slope of his shoulders, feeling the muscles
there, as he looked up at me, smiling. “So your mother and sisters seemed
surprised you brought a woman home.”
    He shrugged. “I don’t do it often.”
    “Why me?”
    “I don’t know.” He shook his head, his eyes bright with humor. “Are you a
witch?”
    “Sometimes.” I grinned. “And here I thought I’d converted you.”
    “No.” He chuckled. “But a woman like you could definitely convert a gay
man.”
    “You like what you see?”
    His gaze moved over my breasts, outlined by the tight fit of my sweater.
“Very much.”
    “It’s different in the day time.” We had seen so little of each other in
his room. The experience had been just flesh and heat and sensation.
    “Yes,” he agreed.
    He kissed me, his mouth soft and open, drawing me in. I let him explore
with his tongue, let his hands roam over the soft material of my sweater, even
let him rub the seam of my jeans between my legs.
    “You’re so beautiful,” he said, lifting my sweater to feather kisses
around my navel. I pulled my sweater off over my head, revealing a pale, pink
bra underneath. He smiled and teased my dark nipples through the sheer
material, making them harden. I bit my lip as he slid his hands up to my waist
and pulled me closer, his tongue lapping at my nipples through my bra, making
wet spots.
    “I want to see all of you.”
    I let him undress me, my jeans joining my sweater on the floor. The
panties matched the bra—I had put them on with the forethought that he might
end up seeing them today—and he licked along the top edge of the elastic,
making me shiver with anticipation.
    “Let’s go to bed,” I suggested, taking his hand and leading him. He was
still fully dressed, but I wasn’t having any more of that. I sat on the edge of
my bed and he let me undress him, unbuttoning his shirt, opening it to reveal
the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of his belly. His jeans were next, his
cock already nicely tenting his boxers. I knew the feel of it already, but the
sight of it was spectacular, the way it curved up toward my mouth when I freed
him so inviting I had to take his length between my lips.
    “Oh yes,” he whispered, hands in my hair, urging me on. The thick, black
nest of his pubic hair tickled my nose as took all of him into my mouth,
watching his face change as I began to really suck him. “Oh that’s so good!”
    His praise just made me work harder, taking him in my fist too, using
both hand and mouth to pleasure him. He began to thrust his hips, easing his
swollen length in and out between my lips, reaching down to cup my breast while
I sucked him. It was easy to become eager,