Who am I to say, No?

This is based on an early draft of College Love. My wife hadn't liked the phrase "Who am I to say, No?" as a line for her so I'd retooled the story substantially and made that more of a "sweet college love story". I went back to that early draft and tore it apart, taking it in a completely different direction. Is she brainwashed? Mind Controlled? Just enjoying some college fun? What's going on with Lena? The answer to that question is up to the reader. Hopefully you enjoy it though!

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What can I say, I’ve always been a bit of a flirt. Not anything slutty, mind you. Get your mind out of the gutter. Just… friendly… That’s what my friends would call it. I was friendly. It probably also couldn’t be called flirting because I was so very, very bad at it. Just awkward phrasing and nothing ever came out as cool as it sounded in my head. But one day, I don’t know where it came from, I got the idea that maybe I should be a little MORE friendly. Probably it was because of the new guy that moved into the dorms my Junior year. Jackson. Although thankfully he went by Jack. He wasn’t my normal type but something about him was just very appealing. He had this strange mix of shy and confident that I’d never seen in another guy. And while a lot of college guys still carried themselves like high school boys with a little more muscle, Jack had a quiet confidence I found intoxicating.

I really don’t know what came over me though. We ran into each other after classes one night and started chatting about nothing really.

“I hate my astronomy class,” I said randomly, just to get the conversation going.

“Why… the professor a jerk or something?”

“No… he’s fine. I just hate the night class. What a waste of an evening.”

He gave a short, cute laugh, “I get it. This philosophy class was only offered at 8pm. Weird schedules here.”

“Not like your old school?” I asked.

“Mostly the same. It’s a lot prettier here though,” he said. He didn’t say it like a line. He didn’t look at me. He just casually threw it out there but who says it like that, right? Prettier here? That was flirting right?

I gave my own little snort and said, “I suppose. Do you miss anyone at school?” The question came out more bluntly than I’d meant it and I mentally kicked myself.

If he noticed he didn’t seem to care, “No… nobody important there.” The words had a hint of sadness to them. An ex maybe? A bad breakup he needed to get away from? It added to his mystery. Before I could ask him anything else he said, “What’s your name by the way? I’m Jack.”

I managed to avoid gushing a schoolgirl ‘I know’ and instead said, “Nice to meet you Jack. I’m Lena.”

“Lena, you want to go get a bite to eat with me?”

“Sure. Who am I to say no?” The words fell out of my mouth so naturally I didn’t even realize how odd they sounded. Jack just gave a happy grin and gestured towards the student union, never acknowledging my awkwardness.

“Burger Hut sound good?”

“Yummy,” I said, again hating myself for my word choice.

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We ate a lovely dinner of greasy burgers and fries. The freshman fifteen had hit me hard but since I’d been a cross country runner in high school, it really had just filled me out. I’d always felt like my athletic frame had kept me from having the nice booty I should have inherited from my Venezuelan mother but no longer. I’d gone from flat ass I was ashamed of to nice round ass that got a lot of not-so-subtle comments. So I wasn’t surprised when I excused myself to the restroom and glanced over my shoulder to catch Jack staring at my ass as I walked away. He looked away, trying to hide the lusty look he’d given me but I just smiled and shook my hips slightly more.

When I returned, he said, “Sorry… I didn’t mean to stare…”

“Don’t apologize. I’m not upset.”

“Good,” he said and then paused, as if he wanted to say more.

I laughed and gestured for him to continue, “Go ahead… say what you wanted to say.”

He looked away slightly then turned back and fixed my eyes with purposeful gaze, “I was just going to say that I don’t think I have the willpower to not look.”

I felt like the temperature rose about 5 degrees from his comment alone. I squirmed in my seat, suddenly very aware of the arousal humming beneath the surface. “That’s always nice to hear.”

“Yeah? I was worried you’d like slap me or something,” he said as he scratched his arm with nervousness.

“Me? Not gonna slap you for that,” I said with a smirk.

“Oh… what would you slap me for?”

I blushed, “I don’t know,” I said softly. I realized my words were practically inviting him to push his luck but somehow I didn’t care.

“I’m walking back to our dorm now. Want to come with me?” he said. The realization that he knew I lived in the same dorm didn’t get missed.

“Who am I to say, No?” I said and he simply smiled.

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The walk back was quiet for the most part. I think we were both nervous. We made small talk that I barely remember. What I do remember was the feeling as we walked up the large concrete steps to our dorm. At night, the building glowed like a cathedral from all the oddly ornate windows being lit by college kids partying or studying. Or fucking… some of them were surely fucking. But that wasn’t the thing I remember most from that night. What I remember was that I stepped forward and Jack suddenly slowed his pace. I knew he was looking at my butt again and I made sure he liked what he saw. And immediately after I had that thought, I felt his hand press against the small of my back. The touch sent a warmth through me that cascaded from head to toe and back again. I absolutely loved it when guys did that. It was this perfect mix of respectful and controlling and it always made me swoon. And he’d done it without even realizing!

We buzzed ourselves in through the exterior door and then waited for the interior door to buzz us in. As we stood there, I quietly said, “What now?”

“You probably want to study, right?”

“I don’t have to… it’s Friday,” I said, letting the obvious invitation hang out there. I was feeling timid but also strangely bold at the same time.

Jack smiled, “We can go back to your room… if you want?”

I nodded, “Sounds good.”

“You’re pretty awesome, Lena,” he said as we walked down the hall. He kept his hand on my back, inches above my ass. I loved it and found it hard to concentrate on his words.

“Thanks,” I said, leading him up the single flight of stairs and down the corridor to my room. I found myself torn on whether or not I wanted my roommate to be there. On the one hand, I really, really wanted her to be gone. On the other hand, I wasn’t sure I trusted myself at this point. Something about Jack was just overwhelmingly compelling to me and my arousal was already clouding my judgment in scary ways.

“Nice room,” he said as I opened the door. I looked in and saw nothing but emptiness. No Melanie. And her bed was perfectly made and laundry sitting on her bed. She’d gone home for the weekend. My stomach did flip flops.

I turned to Jack and he stood there respectfully in the hallway. “Are you coming in?”

He smiled a cute, lopsided smile, “Can I kiss you first?”

“Who am I to say, No?” I said. Why did I keep saying that? The question died in my head as he accepted my implicit invitation. He leaned forward and kissed me with a soft, tender kiss. It was sweet and romantic and I couldn’t help but take a step into him. As our bodies touched, it was like I’d pressed a button in him. His hand slipped from my waist to my ass and he pulled me closer. Suddenly the kiss was much more intense. Much more passion. It was all I could do not to grind my hips into him and hump him right there in the hallway. I finally broke the kiss and whispered, “Wow.”

“Yeah,” he said.

“Come in,” I said quietly as I closed the door behind him. The clank of the door closing had a strange finality to it. Like I’d shut down a door in my life. It felt ominous and momentous. Jack tossed his backpack on the ground and looked around.

“Where should I sit?”

“Uhmm… here?” I said, pointing to the bed and feeling the heat rush to my face in embarrassment. Who was this Lena? Where had this girl been these last three years?

Jack smiled and joined me on the bed. This time he didn’t ask, he grabbed the belt of my jeans and pulled me closer to him. I yelped in surprise but his lips were on me as we fell backwards onto the bed and made out like… well… like horny teenagers. Which I guess was not technically correct. We were 20. But close enough.

We continued that way for several minutes. He never pushed his luck and tried to progress things further. I ran my hands along his chest and he would trail his fingers up my side, coming closer and closer to my breasts but never touching them. I was so turned on and somehow the lack of contact that my tits felt was agonizing. My nipples felt like they were impossibly hard and part of my mind was sure that he would be able to see them despite the padding of my bra, but he just kept kissing me.

Eventually, we broke a kiss and he pulled back, looking me in the eyes. “Fuck… Lena… you kiss so well.”

“Yeah?” I said.

“You can’t tell?” he said.

“How would I be able to tell?” He looked embarrassed and suddenly I realized what he meant, “Oh… you mean…,” I said and my eyes darted down to his shorts. He was wearing a pair of basketball shorts that had been loose and not very revealing while we’d been out walking. But now that he was laying back on my bed and they were draped loosely across him, gravity had conspired with his cock to make sure that it was completely clear exactly how aroused he was. “Wow,” I said and then slapped my hand to my mouth like some sort of cartoon moron who’d just uttered the dumbest most embarrassing thing in history. Which is exactly how I felt.

Jack gave a little chuckle, “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.”

“If you keep kissing me, I’ll forget my embarrassment.”

He smiled again and leaned over, kissing me intensely once again. I wriggled my hip slightly to the left, just teasing him a little with the contact. He was hard. And big. And the thoughts of what his cock might look like ran through my mind like the obsessive images of some kind of lunatic or an addict. Again, he broke the kiss after a couple minutes, “Lena… I… Maybe I should go,” he said.

I frowned, “You’re gonna leave?”

“I don’t want to… but… this is going to be a problem soon,” he said glancing down. “And I don’t want to push you more than you’re ready.”

“I appreciate that,” I said, “But I’m really, really enjoying kissing you.”

He smiled, “I’m glad… It’s been… uhmm… good for me too… obviously… I mean,” he stammered, his shyness triumphing over his confidence for the moment. “It’s just… well… If we keep going, I know I’m gonna want more… you know?”

“Like what?” I said, my voice soft and vulnerable.

He turned and looked at me, again fixing me with that gaze of his. “I think… well… I know what I’d ask for. I’d ask to feel your lips… around… uhmm… me.”

I was quiet for a moment, contemplating his words. Well, truthfully, I was picturing the variations running through my head. The image of me kneeling on the floor while he sat on my bed and I worked his cock in my mouth was emblazoned across my brain as a bright, vivid portrait. I couldn’t unsee the mental image. “Who am I to say, No?”

“Are you sure?” he said.

I simply nodded and slid to the floor. My fingers traced up his legs, teasing the coarse brown hairs that covered his legs. When I got to his pants, I couldn’t contain myself. I grabbed the waistband and practically ripped them off, revealing a nice, juicy, hard cock. It jutted up from his thin frame, seeming incongruently large and thick. I felt my mouth water at the sight and, despite my initial plan of teasing him, I dove in, sucking his cock into my mouth with a desperation that would have made Lena from 48 hours ago ashamed. Instead, as the cock parted my lips, I could feel my arousal heighten. Jack’s cock was inside me. Fuck!

Jack moaned and avoided putting his hands on my head which was good. My gag reflex was pretty bad and just taking 3 inches into my mouth was giving me trouble. It wasn’t even half of his length but it felt like I was testing my limits. I looked up at him through my eye lashes and saw him watching with intense pleasure and satisfaction. He clearly liked seeing my cock go between my lips so I scrapped my hair back and used my other hand to deftly put my hair back in a pony tail. I never stopped sucking his glorious cock though. Now I had almost four inches in. It felt like I’d crossed halfway but there was so much more!

I pulled off him and took a couple big breaths before inhaling deeply and slamming my self onto his cock. 3 inches. 4 inches… now 5. I wanted it all. I needed it. I needed him to feel like I’d done my best. Jack needed to know that I’d done my best.

Alas, my body didn’t cooperate. Suddenly my gag reflex kicked in and I hade to pull away, wrenching and gasping for air. “I’m sorry… I wanted it all,” I said.

He stroked my hair and looked down at me. “I know. It’s something we can work on, okay?”

I brightened and nodded, happy that he clearly wasn’t thinking me as a one and done kind of girl. All I responded with was, “Who am I to say no?”

He nodded and added nothing to my comment but his smile showed his confidence. And why shouldn’t he be. He’d met me 45 minutes ago and all of a sudden I’m on my knees sucking his cock and promising to do it again in the future.

“I need to cum, Lena. Where can I cum?”

“Anywhere you want,” I said, feeling incredibly submissive.

“Lay back and spread your legs,” he said. Any shyness was now gone. This was a confident man who was certain he was going to get what he wanted. I had to lay back and spread my legs. It was the only logical way to behave. A stud like Jack wants to fuck me? I’m not turning that down. Especially with that slab of seven inch meat. My legs went wide, inviting him to fuck me. I’d never been fucked before but this felt right. It felt natural. It felt appropriate. He stepped forward and I started to say something but then he placed the tip of his cock at my pussy and I forgot everything. The simple skin to skin touch of his cock to me sent shivers down my spine. I tried to say something. To invite him. His voice sounded knowing and powerful, “I know. Who are you to say, No?”

I simply nodded and bit my lip. He’d said just the right thing.