Warning: Adult Content Ahead!

Sex, and Adult Language.

-Steel-

Girls, Girls, Girls. Tall Girls, short girls, curvy girls, thin girls, shit even fat girls. If they're pretty, nice skin, nice hair, nice lips, nice smile. I'm down. I like when they're coy, I like when they smile, I like when they're wild, I like dorks, nerds, and cheerleaders. I love fucking girls. Big boobs, little boobs, hairy, or shaved. I repeat, I fucking love girls. I like their soft skin, and the way they smell, but what I love the most is how they say my name when I'm inside.

Steel, ohhh Steel, they call my name as if I'm their god. Sometimes begging me to never stop, sometimes begging me to stop....going so fast. 

Yeah, I'm not a pervert, consent is always key. I always wait for the magic words, but once the cork is popped there is no getting the genie back in the bottle.

Steel is always available to serve. It wouldn't be an untrue statement to say that I worship at the altar of the goddess, female form. 

You're wondering if I'm a sex addict. Shit, I might be, but how can I care when they're in my hands. 

Take my current situation. She's a nerdy girl from The Med faculty, she always wears a bun and huge glasses. She's like one of those heroines from a high school makeover movie. She took down her bun and took off her glasses and there is a very naughty girl underneath. I look down at where we are locked together, hmm she's a squealer and a creamer. 

"STTTEEEEEELLLLLL!" She yells my name. Fuck! I quickly cover her mouth and stick my tongue in her ear. She moans against my hand. 

"We have to be quiet," I whisper.

These walls are paper-thin, and it's already awkward how my neighbors look at me. I look at the clock on my nightstand. Another Fuck! I have class in 20 minutes. Ok, I got to get her there, then myself, and race to campus. No problem. I slow the rhythm and slowly push myself deeper inside. I start out as slow as I can stand to go, letting her feel every inch of my ten inches.

Yes, it's ten inches, and yes I did measure it...in high school. I make a mental note to measure my dick. 

I wrap my left hand around her neck, the trick is not too tightly but definitely apply pressure. They like that. 

Not so tight that you leave bruises, or cut off the air supply, just enough pressure to send a chill down her spine and make her cum faster. She quickly responds and I can feel her start to twitch deep inside against my cock. Yes, right on schedule. 
I push myself as deep as I can go and linger there for a few seconds. Then I quickly pull out and surge back in. I can feel her gasp against my hand. I slowly quicken the pace of my thrust deeper, harder, rougher. She shivers, yup check that. Ok, I'm nearing the touchpad. My rhythm goes out of control and Fuck!

I'm definitely about to cum. I take an educated guess, and bite her on her shoulder, hard enough that it will definitely bruise but not hard enough to break the skin. It pays off her hips rhyth up to meet me, harder and faster than before. 
Yes, she is definitely cumming. Not a moment too soon, I'm already starting to spill. We both cum within seconds of each other, and I roll over to catch my breath. I'm sweaty. 

I look at the clock. Fuck! I have to be in class in 15 minutes. I jump off my bed pulling her up with me and drag her into the bathroom. She's still huffing and puffing. 

"I have class in 15 minutes, We have to hurry."

I quickly turn on the showerhead, make sure the water isn't too hot and step in pulling her with me. I only wash the important areas, and quickly hop out and snatch the towel off the bathroom door, I quickly dry off and hand her the towel, she's already turned off the water and climbing out behind me. Right on time, I rush back into my bedroom to get dressed. 

Minutes later I'm sprinting across campus, but I make it just in time. As I rush through the door, I look to the front, the professor isn't here yet. I quickly search the sea of faces and spot Jay and Fiat near the back, I take the steps in two's and take my seat beside them. 

Jay rolls his eyes. "Your hair is wet." It's definitely an accusation. 

"Yeah? And so is my dick, remember to thank your mother for me"

"You've used that one before." 

"That's cause she keeps climbing into my bed." I smile broadly at him and he rolls his eyes. 

I look at Fiat who is radiating pissed-off vibes and staring out of the window. I nudge Jay and nod toward him. He shakes his head and pulls out his phone and hands it to me. It's a message from Art it reads, 

EscapeArtist: Please talk to Fiat or I will DEFINITELY MURDER HIM!!!!