Remember me?

Remember me?

It was pouring outside - pouring. A hurricane was off the coast, a late one, seeing as how it was fall break for college and I was still on campus. There was only a handful of us there, ones who couldn't fly home or who stayed for extra classes. This was the last semester for college so I would have rather stayed and partied. I ran under one of the overhangs on the back side of one of the campus halls to get out of a sudden downpour. Soaked and freezing, my skirt was glued to my thighs, so far up in the back my ass was freezing, and nothing to dry off - no where to go until the rain stops. It was so cold my nipples were practically cutting through my flimsy blouse. It looked like a long wait so I slid down the wall and waited for the rain to stop. I had reconciled myself to the fact that I was going to be there all day alone and freezing when a sudden movement caught my eye. Someone was running in the rain, straight towards my hiding spot, cursing a blue streak. He burst through the wall of water, and tripped over my bag, right into my lap.
It was him. The man I had been lusting after since his transfer in last semester. More than one night had I spent with my hand acting out numerous sexual conquests between him and I. The brief interlude that we had shared a couple of months ago raced through my mind causing me to shudder under the weight of his body. After cursing my unexpected presence and muttering a quick apology, he got up and I sat mouth agape. His shirt was pasted to his chest showing off his long, lean physique. Water was dripping off his jet black hair all down his body - damn to be a raindrop right now! His jeans were soaked and clung to his huge package. Jesus, I remember that; wow, not that big. After shaking himself off, he looked at me quizzically,
" Damn, this must be my lucky day. You were at that party a couple months ago. Amber, right?"
" Right? Hello..." he said. Apparently I was sitting, slack jawed, drooling all over myself because I couldn't find my voice. God, why did he have to remember that party? I barely remembered some parts of that night.
"Y-yeah. That's me. How do you remember that?"
"Jesus, baby, how the hell could I forget? Do you remember that night?"
Being my last year in college, and with a slack schedule, I had taken up partying with vigor. Every night I felt like I was at a different frat party. And almost every party, he would be there. I would usually sit in the corner and just admire him from afar. He was always surrounded by numerous beautiful women, making them blush and fall all over themselves. I was a little apprehensive about my own body so I never had guts to approach him. I knew I was attractive, but he seemed to like the shorter, blond version of a good time, versus my curvy, six foot tall red headed one. Little was known about him within my circle of friends, so I decided to change that. I wanted to know as much as possible about this man, at least physically. On that particular night, I had a few more drinks than usual, but nothing I couldn't handle. Apparently I had decided that all that dutch courage meant that I would try seducing him. I walked over and perched on the arm next to him on the couch. I wanted to give him a good look at my very well toned legs to get him away from his current conquest .
"Hello there. And what can I do for you?" he asked as his eyes traveled my curves appreciatively.
"I don't know. I was thinking more about what we could do for one another?" With that I grabbed his arm and dragged him off the couch towards the back of the house. I didn't care for the small talk, I wanted him for sex and that was it. As I slammed the door, he eyed me comically.
"Can I at least have your name, babe?"
"Sure, Amber, anything else?" I pinned him against the door, feeling his automatic response to my body. He grabbed my hips swiveled around until I was pinned to the wall.
"You don't fuck around do you?" I shook my head. "I like a woman who knows what she wants. What exactly do you want, baby?" He cupped my ass in his hands and ground his rigid member against my mound. He was huge and I wanted that inside of me so bad my body hurt from want.
"I want you, inside my ass." With that, he stopped, struck by my honesty. What the hell, I thought, its my last semester and I'll probably never see him again. Might as well get what I want.
"I think we can arrange that," and he leaned in and kissed my neck, still pinning me against the wall.
"Wait a minute. You're drunk, I can smell it on you. Shit, I should have guessed. No woman comes out with what she wants like that." I remember him pushing me off of him at some point when he figured that I was too drunk, and not seeing him again. Well, I avoided him after that - why, simple, I couldn't remember his name. How crazy that the guy that I was too hot and bothered for made me draw a blank on his name. I would never get the courage up again to approach him like that night, and didn't want to go after him again without at least his name. I had seen him around campus on more than one occasion, but no one I talked to could place his name either. I had even gone so far as to try to break into student records just to get his name. All I really wanted was him but I couldn't exactly walk up to him, 'Hey, so and so, wanna screw?' I did that once and it had backfired. God, I could feel the heat rise into my face and my pussy ache thinking of that night. I had gotten so close to finally having the swell of him inside of me.
"I remember. Pretty wild. I'm sorry, I was a little drunk...."
"A lot. But you never even spoke to me after that. I thought maybe later when you were sober we could finish up what we started. Damn shame I never got another invitation."
Oh god, I could feel the insides of my legs get wet all over again. How many nights had I lay awake begging him in my dreams for the same thing. Tearing his clothes off and begging for that huge dick inside of me.
"I just, well.... I just cannot remember your name. What am I supposed to do, say, hey, you. Yeah, you, wanna go back to my place and fuck? I think that failed the first time." I said, laughing hilariously at my own boldness.
"That's it" You don't remember my name? Ha, that's sweet. But, you could have just asked for it, I wouldn't have said no." At this point, I begin pacing back and forth. The prospect of finally getting to get a hold of him, getting to feel the whole length of him inside of me, finally. It was too much. I walked over to the roof support and wrapped myself around that pole. I had to close my eyes; the visual was just too much and I didn't want to embarrass myself when my legs gave out on me. The rain, concentrate on the rain...
"Why don't I just try to jog your memory, Amber?" He breathed into my ear. At some point in my lucid state, he had pulled off his soaked shirt and walked up behind me. The whole of his body was perilously close to mine. I was going to lose it. My knees and arms were grasping the pole and I was using everything I could to remain calm as he laid his body against my back. Jesus, I could feel the hard of his erection against my ass. What that would feel like in there? He ran his hand down my neck and down the front of me as he grabbed the pole with one arm. I let out a moan and almost lost grip of my lifeline were it not for the sudden cold under my skirt. It must have ridden halfway up my back by now. He began kissing the length of my neck and he explored under my skirt.
"Hmmm, no panties, bad girl. Such a nice ass - I wonder what it would feel like around my dick?" The rain was really hammering now and I couldn't think straight. His hand reached around front and began teasing my clit.
“I remember that night. I remember all your little fantasies that you wanted me to act out. Do you remember begging me to take you, didn’t matter how. Do you remember telling me your little fetish - how you wanted one up the ass? I’ll stop if you can just remember my name….do you remember it yet?” Lost in a mind-blowing orgasm I couldn’t begin to speak. He was teasing me better than I could have done myself.
“William, William right?” I panted. Why was I even trying, I didn’t want him to stop. Well, its broad daylight and we're practically fucking in public, but I didn’t care.
“ Oh, strike one babe, that’s going to cost you.” With that, I felt his huge rod slip inside of my wet cleft. With his second thrust, he had me off my feet, my toes barely on the concrete, impaled on him fully. With a mixed cry of pain and pleasure, he began to pump in and out of me. Oh god, I was almost over the edge, this must be a dream, when he stopped.
“Why the hell are you stopping?” I moaned. Tears formed at the corner of my eyes at the prospect of him stopping completely.
“Okay, remember yet? If you get it wrong this time, its really gonna cost you.”
Shit. “W-w-will?” Oh, please let me be wrong.
“Strike two…” he purred into my ear. Pulling out of me, he positioned the head of his cock against my ass.
“I'm going to grant you wish baby.” He was going to put all of that inside of my ass, no way. What the hell had I gotten myself in to?
“Warner?” I begged. There was no way it would all fit. “Damn, strike three.” He began to lube up his rod with the juice that was dripping down my thigh. Oh, this was finally it. I began to whimper with excitement as he spread my ass and put pressure on my hole. The head of his member popped past my tight ring. I gasped, on the brink of passing out. Nothing should feel that good, the huge girth of him was too much. He grabbed the pole with both hands and began to inch his way in, fully all ten inches. The cold of the air against my clit with the fire from his dick buried deep inside me had me getting off almost immediately. When he had finally buried himself to the hilt, I begged for more.
“Please don’t stop. Harder, faster, anything….” He reached around again, finding my clit, quickly taking me over the edge again and again. I had never had a man who could get me off like he did. I was screaming into the pouring rain for him to come. The sound his hard body hitting my full ass echoed off the walls. With a shudder he slammed into me one last time and buried his load.
I draped over the pole, unable to think, unable to move. Waiting for him to uncouple from me was too much to bear. With a grunt, he pulled free and I slid slowly down the pole. My skirt was up around my tits and my shirt was lying beside me. I didn't care, it had been so long since I had been so thoroughly screwed, I was relishing the feel of cum dripping from front to back. I heard him moving around, replacing his clothes but didn’t care, my body still convulsing from the action. He came around, lifted my chin and kissed me once slowly. He tucked a slip of paper inside my bra, a phone number I guessed, and tilted my head up to look at him.
“Next time, I’ll have you screaming my name when I’m up your ass. Remember yet?” With a lopsided smile, he turned to leave.
“Okay, Wade.” I panted through a sly grin. He turned, gave me a wink, and left the way he came, water swallowing him when he left.