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The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a soft glow in the dimly lit bedroom. Beth, a fresh-faced college student, stirred awake, her mind still foggy from the previous night’s festivities. The pounding in her head and the strange unfamiliar weight on her were the first signs something was off. She turned her head slowly and saw a bare chested man, his arm draped possessively over her waist. His chiseled features were softened by sleep, but Beth recognized him immediately – it was John, her neighbor and family friend, at least 20 years her senior.

Memories of the night before came rushing back in fragmented flashes. The party at her sorority house had raged on well into the early hours. The alcohol flowed freely, blurring lines and inhibitions. John had been there, usually the designated driver for his friends’ college-aged kids, but last night he had let loose too. Beth couldn’t recall how they ended up here, in his bed, naked and entwined.

John’s arm tightened around her as he too began to stir. Beth tensed, suddenly feeling exposed and vulnerable. She didn’t know how to navigate this situation. Last night had been a mistake, a reckless lapse in judgment fueled by alcohol and young naivete. She needed to get out of here before things went too far.

Slowly, carefully, she tried to extricate herself from his embrace. But John must have sensed her movement. His eyes fluttered open and he turned to face her, a lazy grin spreading across his stubble roughened face. “Morning, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep. His hand slid down her body, caressing her bare skin. “Last night was incredible.”

Beth swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry. She didn’t know what to say. Last night felt like a dream, a blur of too much alcohol and too little clothing. She needed space to think, to process. “I…I should go,” she stammered, making another attempt to slip away.

But John was having none of it. In one smooth motion, he rolled on top of her, pinning her beneath him. Beth gasped, feeling his hardness pressing insistently against her. “Not so fast,” he growled, his voice low and seductive. “I’m not done with you yet.”

Beth’s heart raced as John’s mouth found hers in a searing kiss. His tongue pushed past her lips, tongues tangling and tasting. Last night’s alcohol may have worn off, but the desire was still there, simmering just below the surface. Beth felt herself responding to his touch, her body betraying her. “We…we shouldn’t…” she whimpered even as her hands came up to grip his shoulders.

“Why not?” John countered, his lips trailing down her neck, sharp teeth grazing sensitive skin. “You’re a big girl, Beth. You can handle this.”

Beth’s head fell back, a soft moan escaping her lips as John’s mouth found her breasts. His tongue circled her nipple, drawing it to a stiff peak before sucking hard. Sparks of pleasure shoot through her body, settling heavily in her core. She arched up into him, all thoughts of leaving fleeing her mind.

John settled between her legs, his insistent hardness pressing at her entrance. He met her eyes, his own dark with lust. “Tell me you want this,” he demanded, his voice rough with desire.

Beth hesitated only a moment before nodding. “Yes,” she breathed, wrapping her legs around his hips. “I want this.”

That was all the encouragement John needed. With one smooth thrust, he entered her, filling her completely. Beth cried out, her hands digging into his back as he began to move. She met him thrust for thrust, their bodies slapping together in a sensual dance as old as time itself.

John was a master lover, taking her to heights of pleasure Beth never knew existed. One hand slid between their sweat slicked bodies, finding her sensitive nub and rubbing in time with his thrusts. Beth felt the pressure building, her inner walls fluttering around him. “I’m going to…” she gasped, unable to finish the sentence as her orgasm overtook her.

Beth’s vision went white as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. Distantly, she felt John tense above her, his own release finding him seconds later. He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting and spent.

They lay there for a long moment, basking in the afterglow. But as the fog of passion cleared, reality began to intrude. What did this mean? Would there be repercussions? Would Beth regret this in the cold light of day?

John seemed unaware of her inner turmoil, trailing gentle kisses along her jawline. “That was amazing,” he murmured, his voice low and satisfied. “I’ve wanted you for so long, Beth. Did you really think you could escape me?”

Beth tensed at his words. Did that mean this was some sort of sick plan? A way to get the “college fuck” he so boldly described. Beth felt like she had just stepped into a dark and dangerous game she couldn’t win. But then John kissed her again, his touch so tender and sweet and full of promise. Beth found herself melting into him, the ice around her heart thawing just a bit.