Free David: Sophomore Year (Three Daves #1) by Nicki Elson Page B

room.
    David came back to Jen and reached for the bottle. He drank from it, then set it on his desk and gently took her face in his hands.
    “And I kiss you…” He kissed her. “…and I kiss you some more…” He repositioned his mouth on hers.
    “Shut up,” she whispered against his lips.
    He pushed her back until she pressed up against his door. With his mouth fully engaged on hers, he threaded one hand in her hair and reached the other up her shirt, unhooking her bra. His lips moved down her throat and to her breasts as he shoved her shirt and bra up to expose them. Jen clutched at his hair. She was in familiar territory, being groped by a cute guy in his dorm room, getting turned on by his eager ministrations. Except this time, she didn’t panic when he unbuttoned her jeans and lowered the zipper. She didn’t stop him from sliding both hands past the elastic at the back of her panties and grabbing handfuls of flesh.
    Bit by bit, their clothes came off. David guided her onto the bed, where she didn’t hesitate to thrust her hips forward to meet his. There was no bite of pain, just electrifying sensations as he pumped into her. Rather than envisioning animals mating in the wild, she became one of the animals fusing with him. This second lesson wasn’t about technique. It was all about learning to let go of her inhibitions and enjoy.
    When he finished, David looked down at Jen, giving her a relieved smile when he saw her smiling back at him. He ran his mouth across her throat, and rested his head there while he caught his breath. They lay together, sweating, panting, and exhilarated. After they’d recouped their strength, the two of them picked up their scattered pieces of clothing around his room, giggling as if they were little kids on an Easter egg hunt.
    ***
    Jen arrived at Pemberley the following week to find David at a table in the lobby. He glanced at a huge open text book and scribbled into a notebook. His short-sleeved, plaid button-down shirt gave him an extra studious look. He glanced up as she approached. “I gotta do laundry,” he said, apparently noticing her examination of his clothes.
    “Ah,’ she responded, not quite meeting his eye.
    He gathered his books and led her down the hall. She stayed quiet during the walk. When they entered his room, David threw his books into a corner and asked, “What’s up? You’re acting strange.”
    “Well…I…didn’t figure into my calculations that at some point I’d start my period.” David was quick to hide the revulsion that raced across his features, but Jen had seen it. “I know. I’ll just go.”
    “No, stop. I’m sorry. You surprised me with it, that’s all.”
    “Obviously we’re not going to…you know. But I was thinking, maybe you could teach me how to…” She glanced at his zipper.
    David smiled. “I can definitely do that.” Jen exhaled in relief, and he shook his head. “Once again, Jen, did you honestly think I’d turn you down?” He leveled a skeptical gaze at her. “Are you saying you’ve never done that before?”
    Jen shook her head, feeling a flush creep across her face. She knew she shouldn’t feel embarrassed about her naiveté, but she did. A corner of David’s mouth twitched up. He didn’t seem at all put off by her lack of experience.
    Jen stayed fully clothed, but she unbuttoned David’s shirt, exposing his smooth, pale chest and soft, flat stomach with its thin trail of dark, wiry fuzz. Before they got started on the lesson, they warmed up with a kiss. Their mouths came together easily, naturally, as if they’d been doing this for months rather than just a couple of weeks. While they kissed, Jen unfastened David’s belt and slid down his zipper. She slipped her hand into his boxer shorts.
    David pulled his mouth from hers to give her a few random tips on the art of an effective hand job. When she’d succeeded in getting him stiff and ready, she traced her tongue down his torso until she was kneeling