Hawkins Hall

After class we go from the car to your apartment. Thank you Noah, for inspiring this episode.

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Transcript

Trey Songz (recording) 0:00
finna give you something that you won't forget, no. Baby, you, I just want to get you out them clothes. I just want to see you dance in slow motion

Tiffany 0:20
Hello, this is Heathen Hippie speaking. The song opener for this week is Slow Motion by Trey Songz. Thank you for joining me once again, for some relaxation and release. The week's original, erotic story is called Hawkins Hall.  A very special thanks to Noah for the inspiration.

It's an advocacy course focused on social justice. As I glance at the Dean glare at this little white boy saying, "Well isn't it obvious?" After a poignant discussion. We all grow lively in the classroom, but it's rather exhausting, I'm shaking my head as I leave room 308 in Hawkins Hall. His ignorance burned through my last nerve and it's time for me to decompress post scholarly meeting.

As I glance up to push the door open and go to the quad outside, you dart around the corner. I note to thank you for the wide grin across your face. It warms my heart and I'm conscious of my cheeks burning even before the sun hit us walking away from class. "You want to do something fun after that bullshit with Xander?" I ask you.
"What were you thinking?" You respond to me.
"What were you thinking?" I counter.

You smile. I love that it light sup your whole face every time. "Let's get off campus." Is what you propose to me. Fuck yes, I say internally. I'm hyper-aware of how much I admire your mind and soul. I wish I wasn't in a state of attraction so easily. I realize though that I'm not the most intuitive in social situations and could really be imagining that steamy glisten in your eyes. Are you really peering at me deeply with each glance? Am I imagining the subtleties?

The backs of our hands brush as we approach the parking lot. There's electricity. I shy away from it on instinct, feeling sticky and vulnerable from the sensory overload and the humidity. So I get in the car, I crank the A/C on high in an effort to cool off now that you're in such close proximity.

Slow Motion by Trey Songz is playing at a light, I feel your hand graze my shoulder and creep to grasp the back of my neck. "Is this okay?" You inquire. The car idles. I nod my head and I smile softly as you start to massage my neck with your fingers. It's taking everything in me to focus on this half mile drive down a straight road. I pull off the road instinctively and I park in an empty faculty/staff lot.

Trey Songz  (recording) 4:13
I just knew you needed something more.

Tiffany 4:17
My heart is beating forcefully against my sternum. My body alternating between chills and relaxtion under your hand. The tension is thick as we face each other, your hand still cupping the back of my head, your fingers digging in ever so slightly. Our eyes lock while your hand moves to the braid I have in and tangles up inside of it. You pull me towards you, but you swerve away from my lips, pulling my head to the side to expose my neck.

“You really shouldn’t be so impulsive when you drive,” you breathe into my ear. I shiver as goosebumps erupt across my skin and I feel myself gush between my legs a little. 

“I had to stop with you distracting me. It’s not safe to drive distracted you know and I’m definitely distracted now.” Your lips are suckling on my earlobe. It’s getting hot, sensitive and sore. You trace your tongue down to my collarbone and nibble your way back up. You’re taking your time; my body is growing more aroused..

“Thank you,” I breathe. I’m wrapping my arms around you, tracing the curves and plains of your shoulders, your neck, your arms. I can feel your muscles underneath your button down. I find my nails scratching at the fabric in cue with your lips, mirroring the pressure of your tongue and your teeth. Grasping at you, exploring you that is exactly what I think we both needed after class.

I climb over the middle compartment to straddle you. Closer. I want you closer. I need you against me as much as I can in this, ever smaller passenger seat. My hips grind down onto yours and my hands cradle either side of your face. I help your swollen lips find mine. I bite your bottom lip and suck slightly. My tongue traces the lip I have trapped slowly. This delicious moment is furthered as we set into a rhythm of fervent kissing. When we gasp for air, the car has begun to fog... in the daylight. I collect myself the best that I can and pop back into my own seat. “We have to get out of here,” I say breathlessly.

You thump your hand and slide it down the glass, making a mock hand print like Titanic. You look at me and nod. “Yeah, I think that’s probably a good idea. I just live down the main strip. It’s not that far and I promise not to distract you until we get there.” 
“Oh until we get there? And then what?”
“Well would you want to come inside?” You ask me. “I’d love for us to both come inside. So yes.” 

Your pants are wet in the spot where I settled myself so comfortably minutes before and I’m glad that I can’t see your face in response to my unfiltered vulgarity. I kick myself as we approach your apartment complex. Will you still invite me in? Would I do so in your shoes? Thankfully you motion for me to get out of the car and tell me about the complex you live in. I follow you up the stairs to your apartment and I skirt into your bathroom. I drop my underwear to realize they’re soaked through, shiny with wetness. I weigh my options and opt to leave them behind, presenting myself to you after I wash up quickly.

I’m nude, which is amplified by you in slacks and the button down. All put together, but for one stain near your upper thigh. I don’t know what else you did today, but damn you look so good approaching me to grab my hips in either hand. You’re looking at me too, your eyes roaming alongside your hands to feel the brim of my public hair and my erect nipples. You twirl a curl from my mound around your finger and you tug a little. “You know, I really like this. A well- maintained bush is a big turn on.” I smile and I bite my lip before pressing you against me for a kiss. I swear I could kiss you all day long. Well, not only kiss. 

My legs wrap around your hips and you lay me down. Your hips push deep into mine. The seam of your pants rubs my clit and its igniting a slow burning fire inside me. I can feel myself dripping. I arch my spine up to you in the hopes that you’ll touch me more. You oblige me; your mouth traveling from mine to my breasts. My legs are wrapped around you tightly still, and I can feel a trail of my arousal sticking to your shirt as you move down from my nipples, to the divets of my waist and tuck your shoulders underneath my knees.

I’m squirming by the time you open my legs wide before you. You look up at me while you kiss each inner thigh agonizingly. Massaging your tongue along my skin is driving me insane and I’m gasping by the time you settle over my vulva. Your tongue going on a languid adventure around my clit. Every time I wiggle, your hands press my hips firmly down. I’m loud; I can feel myself dripping on your chin. “That feels so, so amazing, please, please don’t stop.” I manage to get out between your tongue's movements. 

“Please put your fingers inside me,” I ask you. I’m on the edge. One finger slips in so easily that your surprise is audible and I can feel the vibrations between my legs. Two makes my pussy flex in satisfaction around them. You're not going fast eating me out, and it’s killing me the way my clit rolls under your tongue. It's so swollen. I buck each time now, so you pull away.

Your fingers are still inside me and they've found my G-Spot, hooking onto it and massaging. It’s so intense that my eyes water while I affirm you with “Yes” after “Yes”. "Yes!" You rotate my legs with my feet high next to your face. You’re watching me as you stroke that spot and your palm rubs my raw clit with the position change. I can hear my pussy as you play with it. I know that I am close. I’m lost. I know I’m being loud, uncontrolled, wild, as you increase the speed with which your fingers press. I’m squeezing around you, tighter and tighter until I can’t help but make a mess on us both. 

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Trey Songz (recording) 14:44
Baby, you, when I saw you walking out the door, I just knew you needed something more.