Pencils scratched, pages turned, and the professor droned on through the lecture. The air was dry, crisp even, for a Spring day. To Lance, it was about par for the course for the lecture hall. He was one of the many note-takers in that hall, trying their best to soak in every drop of information the lecture had to offer. The Dynamics of Physics at first sounded like a cool and entertaining course, but right now, it just had Lance neck deep in equations, formulas, and various scientific jargons that made his head spin. He needed the higher grade for this course, and he’d even invested in an audio recorder to help him get everything in so he didn’t miss a beat. Sometimes, one marked question on an exam could be the difference between a passing grade or lost scholarship money.
The trials and tribulations of college life for a sophomore.
“Now, this next part is very crucial and will be on the exam,” the professor drolled on, “so please pay attention.”
The scribbles renewed, and Lance let out a sigh through his nose as he pressed on, trying to keep his focus on the lecture. Thank the stars above for audio recorders.
As Lance made his way back to his dorm room, his gaze wandered about the college campus as his mind similarly wandered through memory lane. It felt like only just a little bit ago that he was moving into his new dorm and getting to settle into college life. Pursuing a degree in Physics was a daunting challenge, but it was one his family supported him in pursuing. He hadn’t quiet yet selected the specialty he wanted for it, but felt that decision would come to him sooner or later. Still plenty of time to figure that one out.
Of course, nothing ever quite goes to plan 100% these days. He had aimed for having a roommate, maybe even joining a few clubs to try and have activities outside of just pure classwork. He succeeded on the latter, joining a film club as well as Canterlot University’s sports fan club. Which, frankly, was just a big gathering of support for the various athletic teams the university boasted. Still, extra-curricular activities counted, and helped keep his funding for college on the books.
On the roommate end of things, however, things got odd. He first did have a roommate, but they only remained for 2 weeks before moving out due to a change of plans. Something involving finances and shuffled applications, apparently. The whole mess left Lance without a roommate, and by then, there were no replacements or extra applicants. So he wound up having his room all to himself. At first, he thought it might last only a month or so before a transfer student might pop in. But they never came.
He swiped his student badge at the door and made his way up to his room. The hallway was a solid white color on the walls, the walkways and floor carpeted for convenience. Many a time, he’s witnessed students be grateful for carpet on their bare feet rather than cold tile. It was true that he didn’t have a roommate, and that carried some blessings for him. More room for storing his things, for one. And no fretting or dealing with issues like a bad roommate. Coming up to his room, he can hear music coming from inside. A frown crosses his lips as he uses his key to unlock what was assumed to be his locked door.
“Of course she’s here.” He muttered to himself before opening the door and moving inside. Immediately, music poured out from the room and into the hallway, making him flinch and almost jerkingly jump into the room before closing it shut behind him. Thankfully, the walls and door were built sturdily enough to contain the sound. “Dagi, what the heck are you doing-?” he tried to call out over the noise before the question fell from his mouth at what he saw.
Adagio Dazzle was many things, as Lance understood it. A gifted girl with a wit and sharpness that could make a knife jealous, packaged into a body that could make just about any college girl envious and willing to pay to match her shape via plastic surgery. Long orange and yellow-streaked hair fell down her back to her waist in hefty curls that bounced with every little move she made, currently whipping about here and there in tandem with her movements. Attire consisting of yoga pants and a simple white t-shirt with Canterlot U’s logo stretched and clung to her features easily. The shirt made it clear the girl carried a hefty, impressive bust, but the yoga pants made it clear that she was also very blessed downstairs.
Lance was left in unprepared surprise at the sight of Adagio bent forward, ass ju-tting out partially in his direction and shaking for everything it was worth. The little minx was using his room again to practice dancing, a pastime of hers that he couldn’t quite grasp just why she was so into it. But even so, he couldn’t deny the awe-inspiring sight of how well her rear was shown off from the dance move. Twerking, she’d told him once when he’d asked about it. Each cheek seemed to wobble and bounce before clapping together in a rapid motion that matched the hefty bass of the music playing. Sense snapped back into Lance’s mind as he plucked up a remote and turned the music off.
“Hey!” Adagio exclaimed, stopping and standing up straight to turn around and face her interruption. “Oh! Hey Lance.” She greeted, her features calming on recognizing him. She had a pretty face, smooth and lacking in any blemishes whatsoever. Her lips curled into an almost impish grin as he frowned at her. “I was just getting some practice in. Did you like what you saw?”
Lance snorted and tossed his backpack onto his bed, sighing as the hefty bookload was now off his back and shoulders. “So that’s dancing nowadays?” He questioned. The sophomore did his best to ignore the color in his cheeks. “You looked like you knew what you were doing.”
Adagio preened at the statement, pushing her chest out with pride. “Well, of course. I can’t be the next big dance icon if I don’t have the moves, now can I?” She declared. “Besides, be grateful; you get to witness it all firsthand. Some guys would be super jealous to have a beauty like me dancing in their room.
His and Adagio’s friendship was…unique. It began about 8 months ago, while he was still a freshman. Him and Adagio had come to discover one another while sharing a class on world history, an unfortunate but necessary class many students have to endure. The two of them were paired up as partners for a project, and at first, Lance foresaw a simple route: he’d do all the work while Adagio would be the pretty presenter. However, the girl surprised him by showing an appreciation for his efforts and trying to contribute more than just social skills.
Their shared labors resulted in an A for the assignment, and from there, they became friendly acquaintances. Acquaintance turned to friendship as they hung out more, making Adagio one of the main faces Lance would see around campus. They would share lunches, go to the sports matches together, and just be each other’s company. Lance would help her with her other classwork, giving Adagio better footing and improving her grades. In kind, Adagio was a warm body and presence who, despite her eccentric behaviors, made him feel like someone did actually care out there.
“I’ll be grateful that your music doesn’t get me thrown out of the dorm.” He joked with a chuckle. “What’re you doing here anyway?”
“Well, your room has lots of space in it. It’s perfect as a mini practice studio.” She pointed out.
Lance held up a finger and pointed at her. “So what you’re saying is, your roomies in your dorm made you leave because you were too loud.”
“So not true. Not at all.” Adagio pouted, folding her arms over her sizable chest. He realized, in the back of his mind, she had the shirt tucked into the narrow waist that the yoga pants made around her middle. He overheard far too many girls talk of envying a figure akin to Adagio’s. “What about you? Off being nerd alert again?”
“Nerd alert is what got you to keep your scholarship money and still be here, if I remember right.” Lance pointed out. “You’re welcome.”
Adagio slipped over to his side and embraced him, pressing her chest in just the right way that his arm could slip into her cleavage. “Thank you, once again.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Lance said dismissively, trying to ignore the sensation of her pressed up to him. “Look, as much fun as I know you like to have, I’ve got a lot of studying to do. I’ve got two exams at the end of the week, and both tests are from hard-ass professors. Which means they won’t go the easy multiple-choice question route.”
“Tch. Lame.” Adagio declared, letting go of Lance before watching as he sat down. “Lance, you really are a brainiac-”
“Thank you.” He cut in while pulling his nearby textbook over to his desk from a nearby shelf made of improvised plastic crates.
“-but you need downtime to unwind, to stop being a brainiac before you blow a gasket.” Adagio insisted. She put her hands on her hips as he kept on setting up a study station, as he liked to call it. “I know you don’t like to socialize all that much, but you know that I mean it.”
“So what would you recommend? There’s no big games coming up, and I’m kinda dry on cash for eating out.”
Adagio leaned against his desk and moved partially in his way. He paused in mid motion and looked up at her, seeing the eagerness in her bright raspberry colored eyes.
“There’s a big party going on later tonight. An open-door frat is letting everyone come in for the anniversary of their like, first established day, or whatever its called.” She gestured vaguely with her hand. “You could come with me, as my plus one. We could cut loose and just enjoy ourselves for one night!”
“I’m not keen on going out to get drunk, Dagi.” Lance protested. “Last time you had me hit hard alcohol, I had a headache for three days after.”
“I said I was sorry!” Adagio insisted. He opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off as Adagio turned him in his spinning seat to face her, the girl’s hands coming to rest on his knees. With her height over him, it made it hard to not look at the teasing view of her chest wobbling a little under her shirt. “Look, you know I know people. I wouldn’t suggest it if the whole place was like…crawling with creeps. And you don’t have to drink. I’ll make sure you just have water or like, lemonade.”
His will faltered under the pleading look the girl had. She always pulled this look when she wanted him to do something outside his usual comfort zone, like the time he’d gone with her to ice skate or to a horror flick show. Even now, he felt it was hard to resist the pleading look on her face, her full lips turning into a pout.
“...if I say yes. We don’t stay the whole night. Just…long enough to socialize.” He bargained.
“Absolutely. I’ll stick with you even, be your party buddy.” She told him, standing up with her hands on her hips. “You might not exactly stand out, but I can make sure that I look good enough for the both of us.” A moment passed before Adagio amended her words. “Not that you look bad. You know. You look good.” She glanced aside. “For a nerd.”
“Good save.” Lance chuckled out before sighing. She had a point; he had been slacking on trying to relax. Video games and reading were good on their own, but he needed some social interaction of some kind. And they wouldn’t go all night…
“Alright. We’ll go.”
Adagio grinned in victory before giving his shoulder a light slap. “That’s my nerd! Don’t worry, I’ll swing by to pick you up. We’ll say…in about an hour and a half. Gives me time to get ready and you can, y’know, put away your Legos.”
“Says the girl who asked me to buy the Lego Star Wars X-Wing set?”
“Ap-bup-bup!” She shushed him with a delicate finger to the lips. “We agreed to never speak of that in public.”
“We’re in my room.”
“Well…anyway!” Adagio did an about face and walked over to the door, opening it to exit before looking over her shoulder. “Don’t keep me waiting later on. Be the gentleman I know you are.” She said before winking and walking out, a flash of her orange hair being the last thing he saw before she was gone.
Lance shook his head and turned back to his desk. “She begged for that set. I helped her build it.” He muttered before closing his eyes and rubbing his face. What had he got himself into? A freaking frat party…but Adagio’s pouting face came back to his mind, and for a moment, he let that image stay with him as well as the moment of her dancing without him stopping her. Heat flushed in his cheeks and he got up, aiming to at least have a shower to freshen up. For her sake.
Well…she did say it was a frat party.
When Lance did get himself fixed up enough to what he considered decent enough for a college party - a pair of jeans, a collared shirt with a white t-shirt underneath, and a jacket with Canterlot U’s logo emblazoned on the back - he made his way to pick up Adagio and walk with her to the alleged party destination. He had a fair idea she’d try a little flair for the party; she was the type of girl to like attention when she wanted it. Going off how she was dressed, he was sure she’d get it.
Adagio had on a rather loud outfit, if you could call it that. Her favorite color, a light lavender or purple color, was prominent throughout her attire. Her large hair was styled a little to curl some, still showing off it’s hefty volume in the way it framed her torso to her waist. There was a pair of sunglasses atop her head for some reason she’d yet to explain, but Lance was sure she had her reasons. There was a small black cloth tied around her neck, like a makeshift choker of sorts. Her top was one he recognized as sleeveless, which explained the added jacket with fake plastic studs on the shoulders to accompany it. At her waist was a fashionable looking belt, with what he guessed were musical notes that ran along one length of the belt.
Accompanying that was a pair of purple short-shorts that clung tight to her curves and came to a stop mid-thigh, giving a peek of her long legs before switching to what he guessed were some kind of stylized socks and shoes. When she’d come out of her dorm and struck a pose in front of him, he could’ve mistook her for a wandering musician with that kind of look. But in a way, it suited her, he reasoned. He remarked such and it earned him a smile out of Adagio, one that persisted until they got to the dorm.
“Ok, so, I know this looks like a lot.” She started while observing the frat house alongside him.
“It’s not just looking like it, it is a lot.” He deadpanned at her.
To be frank, the house looked overrun with students everywhere. You could hardly guess where one group of friends or delinquents started and another ended, short of whatever activity they were pursuing. Some had already broken out a game of beer pong with two tables, cheers and jeering coming from them in equal measure. The more casual types had taken claim on a few prime spots to hang out and drink, like the front porch or some of the spare yard furniture around the building. At least nothing was on fire.
Yet.
“C’mon, let’s go inside!” Adagio led the way, keeping hold of Lance’s hand to his surprise as he almost fumbled before following her inside. There was a continuous noise of music inside the frat; noise being the operative word because Lance could barely make out the lyrics beyond the rhythmic beat. It was strong enough to feel it shake your fingers, though it didn’t hurt by any means. There was hooting and plenty of talk going on between people that he could catch snippets of conversation here and there.
“See? Told you it was a big party!” Adagio said over her shoulder. She was essentially his guide through the tides of wandering bodies, making him move closer to her so he wouldn’t be yanked away.
“Like I couldn’t tell!” He had to yell a bit over the music. “Feels like I’m in the front row of a concert!”
“That’d be a first for you, huh?” She teased. Their travels brought them by the kitchen of the frat, where a vast array of drinks lay in wait. Plucking one of the glasses up, Adagio held one in his direction. He quickly shook his head no, making her roll her eyes before using a nearby sink to dump the liquid inside and wash it out with water. A loud bang tore his gaze away from Adagio to see several party-goers quickly fleeing from what looked like one of the sofas of the living room, only now bearing a broken leg that brought it to the floor.
“Here. Keep yourself hydrated some.” Adagio’s voice brought him back as she held up a red plastic cup to take. He had to laugh a little; usually, scenes like this in the movies he watched were always thought to be over-exaggerating, but it was like he was smack in the middle of another flick himself. The water didn’t have any taste of alcohol in it, from what he could guess, earning an approving nod at Adagio. Whatever she had, Adagio downed a fair bit before speaking again.
“See? Sure, it’s a little loud, but it’s not so bad!” She said, “Not such a bad idea after all, huh?”
“Could do without having to shout!” He said back before shrugging, leaning against the table like she was. A few quick gulps had most of the drink gone, his thirst enhanced by all the activity surrounding them. “This feels more like your kind of show anyway!”
“How’s that?”
“The music, the atmosphere, your outfit.” He gave her a cursory once over, “you look just like you stepped into a music video or something. And I’m just the background camera guy.”
Adagio laughed and shook her head, orange hair shaking with her movements. “It’s not so bad. You get to look at all the college hotties though! You’re even in the company of one!” She boasted to him, puffing her chest out a little as if waiting for cameras to start snapping. He just rolled his eyes.
“So am I the DD then?” He questioned. “The guy making sure you get home safe?”
“Hey! I got wasted only twice. And they were earned both times!” Adagio replied.
“I don’t recall you being the one scoring the winning touchdown in the stadium.”
“Well, maybe you could’ve if you didn’t have your nose in a textbook all day long!”
The playful banter was interrupted by the unexpected sound of air horns emanating from the front of the building, getting them to both look up at the way they’d come from. “Sigma Zeta house check! Any party fouls gets you thrown right out!” A bullish masculine voice called out, followed by repetitive “whoo-whoop!” noises made by various other voices.
“What the fuck?” Adagio swore, a frown crossing her lips. “Already? We just got here!”
“Uh, Dagi? What’s going on?” Lance questioned as several heavy thumping steps sounded from the front doorway. They were interspaced with various hoots and loud declarations that Lance couldn’t make out.
“Party foul! Boy’s got no drink in his hand!” The loud voice declared.
“C’mon man, I just had it!”
There was a sound of shuffling feet before they saw a body get half-pulled, half carried out the door by a mass of matching, jersey-clad jocks. What happened to him beyond that, he couldn’t tell, but there was a chorus of laughs that followed.
He was suddenly jerked away from the table by Adagio, who had done away with her cup and was pulling him to another part of the house. “Adagio, what-”
“C’mon! The last thing we need is the social exile of being kicked out of a frat party.” Adagio told him. “And Adagio Dazzle does not get thrown out. So neither are you, poindexter!”
“Ok, but what’re we doing?” He was led upstairs, yanked past a couple of stoned-out looking partiers before finding himself stuck in a random bedroom with her. He didn’t get much time to say or do much before he was shoved to sit on the bed, and Adagio took advantage to place herself in his lap. The sudden weight on his lap made him feel more surprised than anything, before he realized what was going on and moved to get up.
“No, sit down! Sit!” Adagio hissed, making him pause for a moment as she turned in his lap to look at him. “You don’t know anything about frat raids, do you?”
“Do I look like someone who would?”
Adagio paused, then gave a nod of relent. “Alright. Those guys are going to comb the whole house, looking for ‘party fouls’ to try and make fun of people with. They’ll use any excuse: no drink in hand, wrong colored jersey, whatever. There’s only a few things that get a thumbs up from them: being flat wasted, being in that mass of idiots, clearing out of the house, or being in the middle of some fun times with someone. You get that so far?”
“Ok, sure, yeah,” Lance replied, “so what are we doing? Hiding?”
“In a way. They won’t stop till they check every room, and frankly, I’m not in the mood to play hide and seek. So instead, we’ll just fake them out.” She explained.
“How?”
“Simple. We wait here for them to come by and check the room. When they come in, yours truly,” she put a hand to her sizeable chest, “will make it look like she’s entertaining someone. They do their little hoopla, they walk away, and we’re in the clear. You don’t even have to do anything but be a good chair. Which you are.”
“Gee, thanks.” Lance replied. He was doing his best to ignore how it felt to have Adagio’s rump pressed into his lap. The sheer mass of it, filling out every thread of those purple shorts she was wearing, was enough to engulf him easily. She wasn’t overly heavy, he had to credit, but the whole situation was messing with him a little. “I guess that can work. I’d rather not be thrown out of my first frat party.”
“Heh.” Adagio let out before leaning back against him. Her mass of hair tickled his face before she moved it aside for him. “See? It’s an easy plan. I make the best plans. Now, we have a bit of time before they get here. Put an arm around my waist.”
He did as he was told, being mindful to not grip her hard or to put a hand where he shouldn’t. “I’m not a glass vase, you know. You can grab me better.”
“First time having a girl in my lap or anything like this, Adagio. Give a guy some slack, would you?”
“Some slack, huh?” She replied before giving her rear a light wiggle. Lance tensed up as he felt himself start to react from the unexpected stimulation. “Where’s the fun in that? Isn’t the point of a party to get worked up?”
If he had a reply, it was forgotten as Adagio continued to wiggle and rock her hips against him, the dull beat of the frat party’s music continuing to feed into the room, if muffled somewhat. Adagio took to the beat well, giving a little sway here and there up against Lance as the improvised idea seemed to take on a different air. Lance didn’t relent on his grip around her waist, and found himself resting his head against her back amidst the curly mass of her hair. The scent of her hair wash filled his nose, and he had to admit it was a pleasant sensation. With little else needed of him, he just enjoyed it for what it was; makeshift cover or not.
“See? I knew you’d agree.” Adagio said as she pressed into him a little, a hum escaping her lips as he pushed back on instinct. His face was burning, but he didn’t pull away or talk back. It seemed to be the right thing to do, judging from how Adagio’s hand reached down to hold his at her waist. “Seems like at least part of you does anyway.”
Before he could offer anything more, the door to their right swung open, bringing with it light, louder music, and one tall looking guy peering in with all the charm of a brick wall. Adagio stopped what she was doing and glared at the guy.
“Do you mind, pal? Go throw out another wannabe, we’re busy!” She barked out.
The spare frat raider only laughed and closed the door. “All good up here! Nothing but nooky!” He could be heard declaring as he moved away. Lance, who had felt his heart nearly shoot into his throat at the interruption, sighed into Adagio’s back.
“Dagi, I know you wanted to enjoy the party, but…this is all a bit much for me.” He said. “If you wanna stay, you can. But I’m not really keen on dealing with those guys.”
“And you think I am? Tch. Guys like that think they’re cool, but they’re just hot air bags. And I’ll get in trouble if I pop them in their balloons.” Adagio said as she got off his lap, allowing Lance to get up as well. He had to take a second, trying to adjust himself in his pants after Adagio’s impromptu lap dance movements. If she noticed, he couldn’t tell right away, though she had on that devious look again. “C’mon. Let’s go back to your place. At least there we won’t have people barging in on a good time.”
“Yeah…right.”
The walk back was a quick thing, neither Lance or Adagio wanting to stick around long for the party. They didn’t witness much else from the frat raider group, but going off how some were hooping and hollering with them, they were just there for the chaos of it all. He felt more at ease making it back to his dorm and being more isolated. As would anyone really, he reasoned, compared to the noise and bluster of the party. Adagio kept close with him, being his guest and allowed to follow him.
“Phew,” Lance sighed out once the door was locked and the lights were on, “that’s enough socializing for me.” He looked to see Adagio fiddling with his stereo, and walked over to her. “Now what?”
“You might be done socializing. But I’m not done dancing.” She replied, straightening up once she seemed satisfied. Instead of the loud booming music from before, now there was a smoother tone, one with a more relaxed vibe and yet still something she could work with. A light push from her got him to settle in his rolling chair while Adagio stayed in full view. Words rose to his mind, but didn’t reach the tongue as Adagio let herself be the show for him. Every little motion of her hips, every shift and movement, she seemed to become more vibrant and alive before him.
“Y’know…it’s a shame for those other girls. No one else gets to see how cute you look like that.” Adagio commented, making him flush and try to reply before stopping as she laughed. “But lucky me; I get to keep you all. To. My. Self.” She emphasized each word with her fingers walking up his chest, giving it a light poke when she stopped to get him to sit back in the chair again. Only when the enticing girl had claimed his lap again, facing him, did he try to talk.
“Dagi…what is this?” He asked finally. “Y-you know you…I’m not…”
A scoff came from the dancer before she came up close, nearly nose to nose with him and making him stop. She was close enough that her whisper felt like it was at his ears, despite how his heartbeat was filling them with the pounding rhythm of his nerves. “How many signs do I gotta throw your way before you pick up on it, Lance?”
“H-huh?”
“I didn’t go to the party to show off for others. Or to try and hook up with someone there. I wanted you to notice me.” She explained. The girl’s hands linked behind his neck, keeping him looking up into her own playful eyes. “For such a smart guy, you’re incredibly dense. C’mon.”
“Me? You’re kidding. Real funny joke, Dagi.”
“Does it feel like a joke?” The curvy girl questioned. A shake of her hips and a forward motion had her front pressed against his, her breasts squishing up against him while her legs settled over either side of his. “I won’t lie; at first, I did think you were kinda just another nerd. But…you were different. You didn’t put up with my crap all the time. You called me out on my bad study habits.” The look in her eyes eased, turning more genuine as she continued. “You wanted to help me do better, be better, just for the sake of doing it. No big plan, no ulterior motive. Not even a payment.”
“That’s what…friends are for, right?” He attempted, trying to ignore how he was throbbing again in his jeans. It was difficult to push down how good she felt, to resist the urge to wrap his arms around her waist.
“Friendship. Heh,” Adagio shook her head, “if only those high school dorks could see me now.” She focused back on him and tilted her head to the side a little. “The more time I spent around you, the better about myself I felt. I…felt more like a person I could try to be than when I was alone. And you gave a lonely girl a friend for once in a blue moon.”
“So you…you’re serious. Some…nerd, like me?”
“Nerds can be hot these days. They don’t have to be lined with muscle or rich as Tartarus. Er, heck.” She told him before smiling, “it’s nice to have a guy who just likes you for being you. And you like me, right Lance?”
Connecting the dots in the back of his mind took a precious few seconds, but they were just enough to get some clarity to make him focus on the situation, and to find the truth at the heart of things. Thinking on how much time they spent together, how his days went better with her around, how she made him feel recognized and not just a fly on the wall; he liked her a lot. A heck of a lot.
“I do, Dagi.”
She smiled. “Let’s just make our own party in here. Just the two of us.”
The kiss that followed those words sealed the deal for Lance’s behalf, letting himself experience the full-on embrace of her body and her lips on his. Her music was still in the background, but his focus was just on her. He tried his best to kiss back, though inexperience left him little course but trying to hold his breath and make it last. He wasn’t even sure what to do with his hands, outside of keeping her balance by resting on her back.
He thought she would pull back and let him breathe a little, but he was only granted air through his nose as Adagio’s aggressive tongue came into play as well. Her nimble but very assertive muscle dominated over his with ease due to his unpreparedness, sliding around his tongue before caressing the roof of his mouth in an almost loving fashion. The soft sound that left Adagio’s throat was almost lost amidst the wet sounds of her lips on his.
His own arousal grew as he realized he was tasting the buxom girl and not just kissing her. He couldn’t put words to a particular flavor; there was a hint of a fruity lip gloss amidst everything, but the entire swab of it all was a mixture of her own self. He did his best to return some affections, tilting his head amateurly and pushing back to at least show some effort. Lance could feel her smile on his lips, telling him she at least enjoyed him making an attempt.
When she pulled back, she was smiling at him. “Don’t treat me like I’m fragile, Lance. I know those hands want to be all over this ass.” She gave a light shake in his lap, making her rear bounce a little against his thighs. “I mean, you’re clearly an ass man. Right?”
“U-uh. Well, when it comes to you, it’s…kinda impossible not to be?” He offered. “Like I’ve seen guys get slapped by their girlfriends and still keep watching you go by.”
Adagio tossed her hair back and beamed with pride. “Damn right they did. But they don’t get to see it up close. But I think you need some more warming up first before we get things really going.” She slid off of him and stood between his legs, turning around to make her backside face him. Taking only a second to find the beat with the music playing from the stereo, the curvaceous beauty soon had her ass bouncing in front of his vision again.
The entire view of her rump jiggling and shaking in tandem with the music was enthralling, Lance’s view affixed on the hefty cheeks smacking together in the tight confines of her short-shorts. How they hadn’t gave way yet to her curves was a mystery, but they clung to her like a second skin. Left and right, up and down, every way she moved made Adagio’s beauty show off all the more before him. It nearly knocked the wind out of him when she started to bounce her butt off of his lap, the weight of the impact enough to make the chair and him bounce as well.
The bouncing changed its pace when the music shifted, becoming slower as the music changed over again. She straightened up again before shrugging her jacket off, leaving the dancing tease in just her shorts and top. “Go on. Grab it. I know you want to.” She urged him, arching her back to emphasize her rear as she pushed it back towards him.
He didn’t so much as think as he did react, both hands clapping onto either cheek and sinking into the waiting cloth-covered flesh. Adagio gave a haughty laugh but let him continue as he tested them with a squeeze, pressing the huge cheeks together before releasing them and watching them wobble a little to settle again. “...whoa.” He let out before his hands dug in again, kneading and groping at her ass. There was enough of her that no matter how hard or where he pressed on her, his fingers sunk right in and were engulfed in her massive rump.
“There’s not a girl on campus who can match this ass. You should feel lucky.” She declared, looking over her shoulder at him.
“I am. I’m…this is incredible. Porn stars would kill for this!” Lance said.
“Mmm…you’re damn right they would. Because they could do something like this,” she said before moving back to claim his lap, engulfing it with her rump easily, “and let you enjoy it plenty.” Adagio’s hips and waist worked as she ground herself against him, pressing against his straining erection that had been summoned by her display so far. He couldn’t guess just how much work went into her motions, but she made it seem so easy while he got to bask in the pleasure. The rough way she’d press and squeeze him through his clothes with just her rear was hypnotizing, inviting him to clap onto either side again. The effect only pronounced how wide her ass was, and brought out a haughty laugh from the girl before she finally stopped, his cock trapped between her ass cheek and his thigh.
“Still with me, Lance? Or are you too hypnotized already?” She questioned.
“Still here. Still…thinking this is some kind of horny dream.”
“So you had a horny dream about me before, huh?” She teased. “Good to know I’ve been around in your mind awhile. But did dream me get this far?” Her hand came down and pressed against his inner thigh, close to where his throbbing cock waited. “Maybe I need to show you how it’s really done.”
“Not gonna lie to you, I-I uh…I don’t. Know what to do. Or say.” Lance clipped out. “I’m…not. Uh, you know.”
Adagio grinned like a cat with its prey between its paws. “Oh, this’ll be a treat. I’m used to guys having a demand or two. But a fresh slate at my fingertips?” Said fingertips brushed against his cock as she moved off of him, only to kneel in front of his seat. Lance was left to watch as she reached up and quickly undid his belt and fly, maneuvering him out of his pants and boxers with relative ease. He felt embarrassed a little at how quickly his cock leapt out from its confines, bobbing in the air before her eyes.
Lance couldn’t guess how good or bad his cock might look to the buxom girl at first; his tan-colored length had a swollen, reddish tip and was clean, as per his own hygiene routine he had been doing for some time. So he felt at least assured he wouldn’t be accused of being messy. Any other thinking or concerns were forgotten when Adagio reached out a hand and enveloped him in her grasp, her paler skin tone contrasting nicely with his cock. Compared to his own touch, hers was like a silken hold with her fingers.
“You’re so hard…and warm,” she noted, her breath ghosting over his sensitive flesh, before she looked up at him, “don’t worry; I can take good care of you.”
He had no clue just how she planned to do that, but got the answer when Adagio simply opened her lips and engulfed his tip in her maw, making Lance throw his head back into the cushion of the chair to moan. The sudden personal contact was as much lewd to imagine as it was to experience, especially under Adagio’s clearly experienced care. Her pink muscle swirled over his swollen tip with ease, while her plush lips hugged his cock with a tenderness he’d never experienced. The mere image of her head between his legs, voluminous orange hair framing her head as she teased his tip, had him throbbing in her hand. Yet after only a few seconds, Adagio withdrew, giving a soft flick of her tongue against the underside as her hand stroked his lower half easily.
“Y’know…every guy likes things differently. So what’s your preference, big guy?” she gave another squeeze of his cock. “What’s your down and dirty fantasy for having a beauty like me between your legs?”
“I just…I wanna see you go wild with it.” Lance replied, sitting up a little as she grinned at his words. “Like…don’t hurt me, no teeth or stuff. But…y-you know, like…being into it.”
“Oh, there’s plenty of ways to show that, hun.” Her words were followed by her head swooping down once again, engulfing his cock in her mouth but now going much deeper than before. A third, then half, then two-thirds of his cock found itself holstered in her mouth as she slurped wetly, moaning aloud at the touch of his cock to her tongue while Lance couldn’t help but throw his head back again. He had to tear his eyes away for fear of blowing his load too soon, to try and savor the moment entirely.
For her behalf, Adagio took the challenge to heart as she bobbed her head up and down his length with ease, not even a gag escaping her throat as she pushed down to deepthroat him. The press of her lips to his base had Lance’s toes curling, his knuckles turning white from the grip on the seat he was holding onto as if she’d suck him right out of it. He chanced a look, only to throb and groan at the way she dragged herself back off of his cock in a slow tease, her saliva keeping him wet and lubricated for her to work on.
Just as he expected her to dive back down, though, she pulled off again albeit this time with a smooch to his twitching tip. She didn’t speak though, letting her actions do plenty for her as she dove under his cock to press her lips to his ballsack. The unexpected sensation had Lance hike his legs up a little, allowing her to better toy with his nuts. He wasn’t sure what she’d think of his state down that far, but was quick to understand she held no reservations of being as delightfully nasty as he suggested. She was quick to tease and toy with his dangling balls with her mouth while her hand stroked his spit-soaked cock easily.
“D-dagi!” He cried out as she worshipped his balls, her hair tickling his bare legs when her head would move to better angle her mouth on him. It was mind-blowing how good she was, her tongue and lips milking and squeezing his gonads in a loving way that he’d only ever imagined in the back parts of his mind. Her soft lips dragged along and caressed the sensitive orbs in an embrace of lust and care, the wet sounds of it all reaching up to his ears before she’d pull back to breathe and then dive in again on its twin. All the while, her experienced hand stroked and squeezed his cock from tip to base, keeping him contained for the moment and letting her no doubt feel how much he was enjoying her efforts.
He was getting too close, he realized, as his hips started to buck upwards to try and thrust into her stroking hand’s motions. It was enough to bring Adagio back up, her features dusted over with a light red flush as she wiped at her lips with a thumb. “What’s the matter? Getting close?”
“Y-yeah. I was…I-I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. I want you to lose control because of me.” Adagio said as she lifted herself up a little to position her head at his cock level again. “This time…don’t hold back.” She went in once more on his cock, adopting a faster pace with her blowjob as he slid into her mouth and then her throat with relative ease. Her hair bobbed in tandem with her head’s motions, prompting Lance to reach out and move it out of her way. His grip on her head evoked a moan from her while he looked on, groaning as he could even see the way her throat would bulge around his length as she swallowed him down.
It was too much already, making him involuntarily pull her down to make her kiss his base with her lips and sliding his cock into her throat even further. The quick, short thrusts stopped her from doing a full on bobbing motion, but she rolled with it easily as she sucked harder, cheeks hollowing around his member as he rushed to an orgasm. “A-Adagio!” he let out as a warning cry. The seductress’ hands came up and moved his own hands aside, letting her pull off just in time for him to hit climax.
The first salvo burst out from his tip in a long strand of a shot, painting a streak from Adagio’s lips to over her nose in one big glob of white seed. The impact of it made Adagio squeak in surprise, but Lance was too lost in the sensation to pay it much heed. A warm, wet sensation enveloped his throbbing tip, making more of his cum blast through and out of his overwhelmed cock. Only then did he realize she was drinking him entirely from the tap, as it was, gulping down as much of his cum as she could get.
As more and more of his seed surged out, Lance could only vaguely realize that he seemed to be giving out more than he usually did in his solo, private sessions. He could’ve chalked it up to Adagio’s skill, he thought, looking down to see her swallowing around his cock and moaning as her mouth was undoubtedly filled with his cum. It was enough that little droplets were trickling from the seal of her lips, a backwash from her throat maybe that added a dirty, but thrilling detail to her pretty features.
When he felt like the flow had finally stopped, Lance let himself go slack in the chair while Adagio stayed kneeling for the moment, bringing her hands to rest on his bare thighs for balance. A tapping feeling from his thigh got his attention back from the haze of post-orgasm to focus on her again, allowing him to witness an erotic sight. Adagio kept her mouth open and let him watch as she swallowed every drop of his seed he’d deposited into her maw, the audible sounds of her throat moving the hefty load down into her belly enough to make him twitch again.
Only when her mouth was clear did she speak again, full of confidence at his lustful look towards her. “Won’t be the last-” she was cut off as a burp escaped her mouth, the unexpected noise silencing both of them for a moment. Adagio looked surprised and wide-eyed, clearly having not expected that to happen. Lance thought to crack a joke, but the words died on his lips as she held up a finger at him. “Not a word. Now…that won’t be the last time you say my name like that tonight, either.” She declared before standing up with a grunt. “It’s never easy on the knees. But at least you have carpet.”
A simple grunt of awareness left Lance’s throat before he got some semblance of intellect back in his mind. “W-we’re not done…right?”
“I’d hope not. You better not be one and done chump.” Adagio said as she cocked a hip and looked at him. “After all, you wouldn’t just leave me wanting, would you?”
“No. Never.” Lance got out before he got up from the chair, if on slightly wobbly legs. “I…I want to please you too, Dagi. Especially after that.”
“Good boy.” The seductress replied with a smirk before she jerked a thumb at his bed. “Lay down there. I’ll join you in a second. I need a little mouthwash after that.”
Lance did as he was told, letting her pass by and watching her rear give a light bounce as she stepped into the nearby bathroom to freshen up a little. Finding it surreal in a way, the sophomore got himself comfortable on the bed, realizing only now that this whole night was going in ways he’d never imagined. But he was glad for it; going off Adagio’s reactions, she was as much on board as he was.
“Got room for another, big boy?”
Adagio’s voice came from the bathroom doorway, making him look over to see her leaning against it, waiting for him to look. She’d gone and stripped out of everything but apparently the thong she’d been wearin, a black little piece that actually left very little, if anything, to the imagination. A tuft of her hair peeked past where the thong covered, a testament to her hair color being genuine, but also giving a tease of what was being covered just barely by said thong. Shirtless as well, her breasts hung down on her chest a little, a mixture of both perkiness and weight making them look all the more full and delightful.
“U-uh, yeah.” Lance stammered out while she sauntered over. His cock was quickly coming back to life, surprising him a little but he chalked it up to extreme attraction to the beauty coming up to join him. His expectation that they’d be heading for the finale already was dashed when she turned about when she climbed on the bed, presenting her enormous rear before his eyes. This close up, it was overwhelming, easily able to engulf his head between the voluminous cheeks. “Adagio?”
“If you want to tap this ass,” she said before reaching back to give it a light smack, making the cheek jiggle before his vision, “then you better worship it first. I don’t care if you’re a virgin; no man gets ahold of this without giving their fair due.”
“Y-yes ma’am!”
He wasn’t quite sure what to expect to happen, but when her rear end came down and pressed him into the pillow, he got the understanding that she meant it literally to worship her. His hands clapped onto both cheeks and squeezed what they could get ahold of, pressing them together and exploring the sensation of just feeling the plush heft of her rear in his grasp. Squeezing soon turned into kneading as he moved and shook the ass cheeks he had a hold on.
“Good…get those fingers in deep. There’s plenty to take; I should know.” Adagio commented as she gave a light bounce of her rear on his head, making herself shake around him again. It was a little hard to breathe, he realized, with her almost suffocating him with her figure. A little push by him gave him a chance to breathe past the musk and perfume of her body.
“W-what should I do-”
“You’ve got more than hands to play with, and a pussy waiting to be touched. Put two and two together, einstein.” She chided him. “And don’t tell me you haven’t watched porn before.”
Well. It was a bold gamble, but what was life without those? Lance put the idea to the test and used one hand to pull Adagio’s cheek to the side, exposing her thong running along the crevice of her rear as well as the barely covered nethers waiting there. His other hand came up and moved the piece of lingerie aside, exposing her folds to him for the first time. He felt he could’ve stared at the moist, pink looking depths waiting there, but that decision was pulled from him as Adagio pressed down again on him.
“C’mon!” Her voice was muffled due to her cheeks on either side of his head, pushing Lance to go in and shove his tongue into her pussy with a straightforward push. The squeal that left Adagio told him he hit his target as her body moved about above him, her legs curling a little as she continued to use him as her makeshift seat cushion. The taste of her that hit his tongue was a shock to the system; it had no comparable flavor, no food or drink could match it. But his instincts demanded more of her, and so he dug further in.
Swirling his tongue about in a wobbling circle let him drink more of the taste of her, that unique flavor Adagio alone bore. The moan she gave off told him he was on the right track, his lust beginning to run rampant on ideas that she was encouraging with every passing second. His fingers kneaded her ass more, enjoying how easy it was to toy with and to feel the weight of it. He was imagining it bouncing in other ways, letting her flaunt it when things really got intense. It was enough to leave him throbbing and hard again, but Adagio did nothing to appease him just yet.
“That’s good, Lance. Keep…oh, fuck. Play with my ass more!”
The invitation struck an odd cord in his mind, making the inexperienced sophomore make a bold move. He had seen her puckered star above her nethers earlier when he’d tugged her thong aside, the cloth all but forgotten now. He had no real expertise on telling clean from unclean, but as far as he could make it out, Adagio was clean. Nothing he smelled struck him as foul or otherwise, pushing his lust further into yearning to please her.
Instinct overtook the thinking then, and Lance’s tongue dove for her star as he held Adagio’s massive rear out of the way with two healthy handfuls of her rump. Adagio’s body gave a start from above him, her body trembling as his tongue penetrated her ass and dove in without abandon. Lance’s cock throbbed in pure lust as he savored her taste, pulling back out to circle her star with his tongue’s tip. Adagio’s cries continued, though Lance’s eyes were closed so he couldn’t actually see too well what was going on above him.
“Oh, fuck, you dirty boy! You…oh, fuck, put that tongue back in my cunt!” Adagio demanded. He felt her shift a little over his head, making him grateful for the pillow under his skull so that as she sat on him again, he had some support. His tongue went to work immediately on her pussy again, penetrating it like he had her ass. Adagio seemed to bounce atop him as he worked at her, foregoing any sort of tandem motion in favor of just trying to reach as deep as he could. Back and forth, back and forth, he worked his tongue as best he could, evoking more cries out of her.
An odd probing object brushed his tongue as he continued, and it took a moment to realize that along with his tongue, Adagio had decided to use her fingers as well for extra stimulation. Her fingernail would scrape against his tongue every few movements, but not enough to hurt him any. Well, two could play that game. Knowing that her butthole was still wet from his earlier tonguing, he let go of her other cheek for the moment to push his index finger into her, sensing her clench around the digit as well while still working feverishly at her pussy.
The combination of their efforts finally hit a climax as she pushed down harder on his head, an audible moan of his name escaping her lips as her juices squirted out onto his face and chin. He lapped at every drop he tasted, savoring the moment of bringing the beauty to such a climax.
When she finally rolled off of him, he realized that he was sweating as well as having her juices on his face, leaving him feeling drenched on the bed. He was only allowed a few moments to breathe before he felt weight on his middle, and opened his eyes to see a flushed looking Adagio staring down at him. The haughty grin on her lips made him twitch, especially feeling himself rub against the curve of her wide rear end.
“You know…that was a clever little move there. I knew you were an ass man. But geez.” She teased.
“Can you blame me?” He replied weakly.
“No. But no more fooling around. That V-card’s being cashed in right…now…” she grunted a little as she adjusted her position, raising her rear end up and moving his dick to align it better to her wet entrance. Lance was left to look on and watch as his reddened tip pressed against her folds, and with a little exertion on Adagio’s behalf, finally sunk into her as she threw her head back while sinking down onto him. The pleasure was almost blinding, Lance unable to help himself from thrusting upwards into her and only succeeding in getting another inch or two into her tight tunnel.
“There you go, baby. You feel that?” Adagio taunted as she settled in his lap, his cock fully sheathed inside her. Lance only just managed to open his eyes to see her looking down at him, her chest heaving a little from deep breaths she was taking. “That’s you becoming a man, finally. Through and through.” She clenched around him, the grip of her nethers making him groan and buck his hips again, which earned a playful moan from her. “Let’s go for a ride…”
She rose up, slow and easy, letting Lance think clearly enough to get a breath of air in his lungs. He needed it to clear the lustful haze out of his mind, but it was very nearly lost again when she came back down, slamming his cock inside of her as she brought her ass down onto his lap. Her hands came down to rest on his bare chest, fingernails scratching the skin as she took him slowly but almost in a loving way. She was wanting him to remember this, he realized. Lance’s hands came up and held onto her sides, a smile crossing Adagio’s lips at the touch.
“Don’t you worry. I’m gonna milk this fat cock for all it’s worth…” she told him before she started to speed up, her hips rocking up and down, back and forth, one fluid repetitive motion that had him squeezing her sides harder just to hold on. The buxom girl was every bit the sexy vixen he’d known her to be, making his own yearning rise in his chest. She might enjoy being on top, but he couldn’t be satisfied to just take it the entire time. It took a minute to get himself upright, bringing his head to her chest that bounced in front of his view. “H-hey, what-”
“Anyone ever tell you, you boast a lot?” Lance replied before burying his head in her cleavage, enjoying the sensation of her breasts surrounding his head before wrapping his arms around her middle. The new grip gave him room to work himself up into her through short but quick thrusts, a pacing Adagio didn’t seem to expect from his inexperienced self. He was only holding on by the skin of his teeth and sheer stubborn grit from climaxing again already. But he couldn’t help himself, the girl was driving him wild! “Always making such a - fuck - show of yourself?”
Adagio’s body bounced from his thrusts, his rhythm overtaking hers. The light slapping of his hips against her underside filled the air between them as she held onto him for balance. If she was insulted at all, it didn’t come across at all as she gasped in his ear. “Faster. Faster, Lance, fuck me faster!”
He complied, trying to work himself into a harder frenzy that had the whole bed bouncing with them. Adagio’s gasps and grunts mixed with his own, her embrace of his body as passionate as his own. The sounds she was making, as well as the erotic, wet noises her pussy made around his cock, became his entire world. He wanted more and more to hear it, and nothing else. He breathed in her lust and made it his own.
The sudden throbbing of climax snapped him from his reverie, making him lurch up and nearly fall back as his cum surged through his cock and blasted into Adagio’s womb. The orange-haired girl didn’t let go of him either, slamming her hips down and hilting him entirely into her nethers as he continued to flood her with his seed. The sounds she let out while he filled her were as erotic as their lustful moans earlier, making him throb and want to keep going. The sensation of it filled him, making him surprised to feel himself be still hard inside of her instead of softening.
“What the heck?” He muttered. It was all he got out before Adagio extracted herself off of him, falling back onto the bed and panting for breath. Her flushed features complimented how her curtain of hair fell about her head, emphasizing her beauty. A quick glance down showed a slight runoff of his cum leaving her pussy, his cock throbbing as in a silent demand to go back inside. “I should be…like, done, right?”
“Most guys are,” Adagio panted out, tilting her head forward so her chin touched her sternum as she grinned at him, “but most guys don’t have some help.”
“What do you mean?”
“I might’ve slipped you a little helping hand in your water at the party.” She explained nonchalantly, “just a little something to make you a bit more randy. Loosen you up a little, you know?”
Lance’s eyebrows furrowed as he glared at her. “And I’m just supposed to be cool with that? You slipped me a drug like it’s nothing?”
“Oh, please. It’s not a street drug. It was like, half a Viagra pill!” Adagio countered. “You should be thanking me. You can keep on going and going.”
“Oh I’ll thank you alright,” Lance declared as he moved forward, getting up onto his knees and taking hold of Adagio’s hips to put her in place in front of him. She looked almost surprised, but he was too horny and worked up to care. She wanted him to loosen up, wasn’t it? He could manage that fine, “You can let me show you!”
It took a moment to work himself in again, but Adagio put no resistance up to him claiming her so roughly. If anything, from how wet she felt and how her face seemed to express nothing but desire, she was wanting him to react. So he threw all caution to the wind, and buried himself inside her again. His mind recalled her comment about watching porn before; as it turned out, he had a little bit on the days he really needed relief. He drew on those memories as he started to work himself in and out of her, letting Adagio be laid back to rest on the bed while he took control.
“L-Lance? Holy crap, what’s gotten into you?” Adagio let out between gasps as he plunged his dick deep into her pussy.
“You! Always teasing me. Always working me up. Always making me feel confused about your signals.” Lance listed off, each statement ramping up his speed as his hips worked himself faster and harder into her. He still listened for any sign to stop, but not once did she ask him to. From the way her legs were coiling around his back, she was enjoying this. “Don’t you know you’re too damn sexy for your own good?”
“H-how’s that - ohfuck - work out, big boy?” Adagio asked.
“I don’t want anyone else. I can’t want anyone else; there’s no one like you!” He declared. This position wasn’t letting him get her well enough if she could still talk, he reasoned. His thrusts slowed for a few seconds as he leaned over and took a hold of her side, moving her onto her side and causing one of her legs to loosen up and let go. He took advantage of it, wrapping an arm around her thigh and keeping her stretched wide as he resumed thrusting. The new angle hit into her just right, as her moans grew louder.
“Oh, fuck, Lance!” She cried out, her arms splayed out and grasping for the bed sheets for some kind of hold to keep herself together from his onslaught. “Fuck, oh, fuck!” Lance looked down at her form, and realized another distinct advantage their new position had. Every time he thrusted in, he could just make out the bulge of his cock’s shape pressing out from her groin, the physical proof of how deep he was hitting inside of her. Her cries only encouraged him to keep going.
“You wanted me to keep going? Then. I’m. Gonna. Keep. Going!” He declared with a thrust each time. Sweat was rolling down his back from how much effort he was exerting. The whole room must’ve reeked of their sex by then, their juices getting into the sheets they were banging on.
“L-Lance! I need…fuck!” She moaned out, throwing her head back before trying to look at him. Her breasts bounced in circles on her chest, the rest of her body looking every part as delightful as the first time he saw her naked. “Y-you gotta stop!”
“What?” The word ‘stop’ snapped through his rough emotions, making him slow his thrusts down enough to let her get a breath. “W-what? Did I hurt you?”
“In every good way I like,” Adagio replied, “but we can make it even better.”
“How?”
“Here, just…let go and scoot back some.” He obeyed her instructions and let her adjust her position, finding good reasoning for it when they’d settled again. Now Adagio was positioned to where she was on all fours, her wide end facing back towards him while she looked over her shoulder at him, her long hair falling off to one side. “Better view to work from, don’t you think?”
His cock throbbed in agreement as he moved to rejoin her, positioning himself so he sat directly behind her. Adagio looked ready to carry on, but he wanted to get back at her a little. So instead of immediately thrusting his cock into her waiting cunt, the youth took advantage of her enormous rear instead by aligning himself between her cheeks, his hands coming up and squeezing her around him from both sides like an improvised pleasure toy.
“C’mon, Lance! Don’t tease me like that, with that big, fat cock!” She whined as she no doubt could feel the heat of his cock pressed against her skin.
“Tell me how bad you want it,” Lance asked, continuing to work his cock between her cheeks, hot-dogging her rear end in a slow fashion. The way it felt squeezing his cock was delightful, letting him feel every little bit of her trying to bounce and wiggle around him. He only stayed put, moving just enough to saw his cock back and forth between the massive cheeks.
“I really need it. I want your cock bad, baby,” Adagio pouted, playing along as she looked up at him, “I need your dick inside me again. I wanna feel you fill me up!”
He persisted for a few thrusts more before relenting finally, moving back and pulling her ass cheek to one side to better expose her entrance. It was still glazed with his seed, and he took only a second to admire it before sliding himself into her again. The feeling coaxed a sigh from him and an eager moan from the wide-ended woman as he filled her up until he hilted inside of her once more. Positioned as he was, it let Lance admire the way her ass pressed against his bare groin, a light smack of his hand summoning a wave that bounced through the cheek and back until she settled again.
“Yeah…” he growled out before starting another brisk pace of thrusting, putting more force into it now that he had a more dominant position to work from. Adagio took everything he had to give, letting out elated gasps and pushing back into his thrusting to keep Lance’s thick cock as deep as possible. Her motions emphasized the way her rump would bounce against his groin, their timing finding a rhythm that suited both their passions.
Though the brief start and stops earlier had given Lance a small reprieve from climaxing, he was still an inexperienced lover. The tell-tale way his muscles were locking up let him know he was going to cum again, but he had the perfect place to put it. His voice rose in tone until an almost guttural growl left his throat as he hilted inside her, flooding her pussy once again with his seed. The remnants of before were soon refreshed with every pulsing burst of his cum that flooded her tunnels, erupting with enough volume that it made her nethers leak around the seal it made around his cock.
Lance gasped for breath, his lungs burning a little from the exertion. Nothing in his life had been as physically demanding as this was being. Sex was probably the single greatest thing he’d ever come upon in his life so far, and better still, it was with a girl he thought he’d never have a chance with. Adagio cooed from in front of him, giving off a soft moan as his cock slipped out of her well-used cunt to rub against her butt cheek. Without him to plug her full, his seed continued to spill out of her, a hefty load that Lance saw stopping no time soon.
In fact, he realized dimly, the shape of Adagio’s belly had grown a little. Where before she had kept herself in a fairly decent shape - a little pudge never hurt anyone, to Lance - there was now a distinctly noticeable swell to her stomach that he could only chalk up to coming from him. He ever only considered himself average, but now Dagi was sporting a clear cum-bump from his orgasms inside of her. It was…strangely arousing, yet she showed no discomfort from it at all.
Just what the heck did she slip him with before?
“Oh, Lance…shit, you’ll make a girl dizzy, roughing her up like that.” Adagio said, stretching out forwards and letting herself stay on display for him while he knelt there, looking over her from behind. “But that’s just the way I like it. And you’re not done yet, huh?”
“Whatever you gave me’s still going. But I think I got just one left.” He glanced down at his cock, still soaked in her juices and a splash of his own cum. “So…what can we do now?”
“Well, the obvious answer is what’s left, brainiac. You got a good teaser earlier when I sat on you. Which, marvelous job by the way,” Adagio complimented before reaching back to tug her ass cheek to the side a little, “but now I want that beast inside my ass. Think you can handle that?”
“How do I…?”
“You go slow. And you hurry up before all my juices dry up.” She insisted.
Lance saw no reason to argue the point with her, his own desires aligning with hers. A little movement forward and lifting himself up aligned his juice-slickened cock with her star. Taking a cue from the seductress, he took a healthy handful of each ass cheek and made sure to try and give himself an open way to her. He tried an easy thrust, but didn’t enter as easily as he hoped.
“Gimme a minute. I need to loosen up.” She urged him, making him wait for a moment before she nodded to try again. He pushed forward, and this time found some success while keeping his grip on her ass tight. When his tip finally did pop into her star, both of them gave a start, though to Lance’s relief Adagio didn’t sound like she was in pain. Her hands balled into fists on the sheets, but she didn’t tell him to stop as he worked his way into her. She was much tighter this way, even with him being lubed up from the earlier sex.
“That’s it…c’mon baby, fill my ass up. It’s so warm!” Adagio hissed out in glee, looking over her shoulder at him. “Anal always revs me up. Stop treating me like I’m a glass doll and fuck me!”
He huffed and did his best to pull back, finding it harder in comparison with her pussy. The feeling was much more different, like as if she was genuinely trying to suck him back in. But he kept going and finally got enough pulled out before thrusting in again, working his way back and forth slowly to savor the experience. Adagio’s moans were muffled by the bed as she pressed her head into the sheets, but it was hard to miss how she tried to push back into him as he worked himself up into another rutting frenzy.
It took a little time, but once she was loosened up enough, Lance found himself enjoying her ass as much as he did her pussy. His frame draped itself over hers, his hands and arms coming around her front to embrace her and keep himself balanced as well by using her body for his benefit. The new angle let him move faster, using short jerking thrusts that had the bed shaking again, the impacts making a “thud” sound against the wall every few seconds. It didn’t matter to either of them as they pushed on for the final ending they were yearning for.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” Adagio chanted, sweat dripping down her body much like Lance’s was doing. It made his grip on her a little slick, causing one of his hands to grope for her chest and squeeze it firmly. If anything, it only seemed to make Adagio moan more as she took him.
Lance did his best to delay that feeling of a climax trying to boil over as best he could. He wanted this moment to last as long as possible: him and Adagio, sweating, heated, locked in a passionate embrace of lust. He could smell the scent of her hair against his face while hearing the steady slap of his skin against hers, mixing with her cries of ecstasy. She was entirely his, and he was lost in her passions as well. He couldn’t envision any other in Adagio’s place, and wanted to cement his spot as her lover all the more.
He let loose a groan before stretching out his thrusts into slower, harder movements, letting Adagio feel the full force of his bucking. Every impact had her ass bouncing off his groin, the smack of it complimented by the heat of her body pressed up against his. The effort in both their movements made every second feel like heaven, wrapped in a ball of lustful fire only they knew from the other. Adagio cried out suddenly, and Lance realized it was her juices that were squirting out against his thighs and legs.
“Dagi!” The knowledge she was climaxing overtook him, and before Lance could stop himself, a final climax flooded out of his cock and into her waiting ass. He was lucky to have buried himself inside her before she came, as while she climaxed, she became impossibly tight around him. Every shot of his cum was deposited into her bowels, every throb he gave making her give off a shudder of pleasure in kind. The pair collapsed as one on their sides on the bed, gasping for breath as Lance kept his hold on her. Even after his cock was spent and finally out of steam, he could still envision the way her cream-filled ass likely looked.
“W-way to go…champ.” Adagio panted out. It was one of the last things Lance consciously heard before he closed his eyes and knew no more, exhaustion finally overtaking him.
The next morning came to greet him with the sun trying to burn through his squinted shut eyes, making Lance cover his face with one hand while finding the other unable to move. He was confused, trying to get out of the fog of sleep to understand why he felt so worn out after sleeping, but so relaxed as well at the same time. The answer finally came to him when his vision cleared, revealing it to be partially obscured by a large mass of curly orange hair right before him.
“You finally awake, big guy?” Adagio’s voice asked, bringing him closer to reality. When he realized the vision of the naked Adagio before him wasn’t fading away, Lance’s eyes opened wide.
“Yeah. I…wait. That…wasn’t a dream? Did we…?”
“Have enough sex to make two rabbits jealous? You better believe it.” Adagio said with an impish smile. “I didn’t think you had it in you. Look at you, Mr. Hidden Stud.”
Lance didn’t reply at first, his mind still reeling from the comprehension that he and Adagio had had sex last night, enough sex to make him wonder how he could even manage to move. So many questions were in his mind, but they were quieted for a moment when he saw her looking at him for some kind of response.
“I uh…well. I guess I was…all pent up?” He suggested. “You brought it all out of me. For some reason.”
“Some reason? Tch,” Adagio scoffed before turning about to face him better, “c’mon Lance. You’re a better guy than you might think. You’re still here, for starters. Some guys just up and leave when they get their dicks wet.”
Ignoring the crude description, Lance shook his head. “I wouldn’t leave you. I’d be crazy to.”
She smiled, and it was a pretty enough sight to make him relax a little with the way the morning sunlight seemed to encircle her frame.
“Y’know…I’m glad. I was…a little worried about you.”
“Me? Why?”
“No matter how great sex can be, I didn’t want you to…you just…mmm.” Adagio paused, trying to find her words. “You’re…good for me, Lance. I said it last night, but now you can hear me for real. I mean it.”
“Adagio…”
“I know, I know. I shouldn’t have added that bit of medicine to your drink. I just, I wanted you to loosen up, and I wanted it to be me to help you. It let me show you how I feel. I’m not as good with words as you are. But you get what I mean, right?”
Lance nodded. “So…where do we go from here?”
“To the shower, I think. And the laundromat later. These sheets smell like a pig sty.”
Lance’s hand found hers, taking hold of her wrist and making the girl pause. “Not what I mean, Adagio.”
There was a few seconds of pause between them. “Well…where do you want it to go?”
“I want you to tell me.”
Adagio took a moment before speaking again, her cheeks coloring a dark red at his insistence. “You big oaf…can’t you tell when a girl gives you every sign under the sun of wanting to date you?”
“So you want to go out? Together?”
“No, I want to go out separately-yes, together! You, me, as a couple!” She declared. “Man. I must’ve really rocked your brain loose last night. You probably still think you’re asleep and-”
She was cut off as Lance leaned in and kissed her on the lips, the unexpected move making her stop and sink into the liplock before he pulled back. He was smiling, and seeing that seemed to relax the woman before him.
“This isn’t a dream. You might be one of the most brash girls I know. But…I like that about you, Dagi. And if I’m good enough to be your partner, well, I’m not gonna turn that down. Not a chance.”
Surprise crossed Adagio’s features at Lance’s words before the confident mask slipped back on. “Well, of course you’re not. You’re with the best of the best now.” she insisted, making him chuckle. “C’mon. Let’s go get cleaned up. After last night, a shower together’s hardly anything to blush about. So get moving, boyfriend.”
The new title rang well in Lance’s ears, making him continue to smile as they got up off of his bed and made for his bathroom to freshen each other up. He might’ve been confused yesterday, but here and now, Lance felt his future was certainly a lot more brighter.
Author's Note
The final of my first set of commissions! This one took some time to finish up (excessive day job hours + getting sick with allergies and cold combo really took up some work time). But, here you go!
Concerning my next set of commissions and things, I plan to take a small break from working on this stuff for a little bit. I want to harvest some ideas for my own self and work on some things outside of MLP. Rest assured, I'll be back with more fun smut in short order. Thank you all for reading!
