Hard-Fucked and Heart-Broke

Prologue

This really happened, though over the years I might’ve blurred a detail or two in the retelling.

We were all there, about 150 students packed into the lecture hall, heads buried in our exam papers. I’d prepped hard, finished early, and let my eyes wander. That’s when I noticed her, sitting a couple rows over to my left. Her name, I’d later learn, was Emily.

She wasn’t a knockout by magazine standards, but something about her pulled me in. Maybe 5’4”, dark blonde hair cropped short, sharp cheekbones, a slim frame with subtle curves – probably an A-cup – and hips that flared just enough to catch the eye. She wore a simple, almost preppy outfit: a navy sweater and tailored jeans. During the break, our eyes met – hazel, flecked with gold. Damn.

I introduced myself. “Hey, I’m Jake. What year are you in?” (Grad school, obviously.)

“I’m Emily, second year,” she said. “These are my finals today. After this, I’m picking up an elective in data analytics.”

“Cool. Want to grab a coffee after the second half?”

Over the next few weeks, we hit it off. Lunches, late-night walks, endless conversations about everything from stats to sci-fi novels. Emily became my go-to person, my closest friend on campus, though I didn’t feel that spark beyond platonic. Once, she crashed at my place after a movie marathon – nothing happened, just sleep.

After the Move

A few months later, Emily helped me move into a new apartment. It was late by the time we rolled up in the rental van and unpacked the essentials. Exhausted, I showered quick, then slid into bed where she was already tucked in, smelling like soap and lavender. I gave her a quick hug, pecked her cheek, and thanked her for hauling boxes all day. Then, out of nowhere, she slipped her hand into my briefs and murmured, “You need to fuck me right now.”

I froze. This wasn’t the Emily I knew. She pounced, hands and lips working my dick to full attention in seconds. I reached down – she wasn’t just wet, she was soaked. No buildup needed; I slid inside her, deep, and she begged for it hard. “Fuck me, Jake, I’m so goddamn horny for you,” she groaned, yanking her thighs up to her stomach so I could pound deeper. She came fast, eyes rolling back, nails digging into my ass as her pussy clenched around me. I gave a few more thrusts, riding her spasms.

Later, mid-position switch – we must’ve tried half the Kama Sutra that night – I asked if she’d ever fantasized about this before. “Oh yeah,” she panted, “but in my ass.”

“You’re into anal?”

“Fucking love it. Nothing gets me off like a thick cock stretching my ass.”

I lost track of time that night. Hours, maybe. I hadn’t finished yet. “First times with someone new,” I admitted, “I always struggle to cum. Too focused on them, I guess.”

She grinned. “Let me take care of you.” Straddling me reverse-cowgirl, she told me to relax. She played with her small, firm tits, rubbed her clit, and moaned, “God, your dick feels so good inside me. Cum in me, Jake, and I’ll cum again.” I’d never met someone so unfiltered about their lust. Watching her ride me, shameless and wild, pushed me over the edge. I exploded, her pussy milking every drop as she shuddered through her own climax.

In the Bathroom

A week later, Emily swung by. I suggested a bubble bath to unwind from her drive. “Only if you join me,” she teased, “and I’ve got other ways to relax too.”

The water steamed, and so did we. Since that first night, I couldn’t stop thinking about her – this woman I’d pegged as a study buddy, not a sex goddess. She sank into the tub and started touching herself, kneading her breasts until her nipples stood out, then sliding a hand to her trimmed bush. “I love getting off while a guy watches,” she said, locking eyes with me. She came quick, fingers buried deep, moaning through gritted teeth.

“Show me your cock,” she gasped mid-orgasm. “Jerk it for me.” I scooted closer, my tip inches from her face, balls tight. She massaged them, then slipped a finger into my ass – a jolt of pleasure I didn’t expect. I thought she’d suck me off, but no. “Just stroke it like you’re alone,” she urged. “Where should I cum?” I groaned, teetering on the edge. “All over my face,” she demanded. “Blast me with it.”

Her raw commands sent me reeling. I shot a massive load across her cheeks and lips; she licked what she could, grinning. “Tastes good, your cum. Can’t wait to suck it straight from the source next time.”

Post-bath, she leaned over the sink, ass out, daring me. I was still half-hard, smacking her cheeks with my dick. “Ready for round two?” she asked, glancing back. I fingered her first, two digits deep in her dripping slit, then rammed into her from behind as she spread wider. “Fuck your dirty girl,” she cried, and I did – relentless, gripping her tits, slipping a finger into her ass like she loved. She came screaming, and I unloaded again, painting her insides.

Trade Show Days

“Hey, it’s Emily.”

“Hey, babe, how’s it going?”

“Eh, not great. I’m covering a trade show booth this weekend for a coworker, so I can’t come over.”

“I’ll come to you. Book a big hotel room.”