[GL] Someone Once Told Me the Grass is Much er on the Other Side-Chapter 135: Freshmen Year Arc: Five

Jasona had one end of the table while Aurora had the other end. It was move out day here at the university, but it was one of five move out days so Aurora didn’t have to deal with the hustle of bustle of other college students.

The basketball that belonged to the Alpha was on the now bare bed of Aurora. They walked down the stairs to the drive way street to the dorm.

Jasona jumped on her truck and helped lift the table up.

BAM!

It landed on its side, falling onto the truck.

"Alrighty, what else you got?"

"I got some junk," Aurora said.

"Junk, junk!" Jasona repeated.

"JUNK, JUNK!"

The couple proceeded to cheesily dance in the middle of the street.

HONK!

They scurried off the street back into the dorms. They had been dating for well over a year now with Aurora coming to terms that she truly did just want to become a wife and mother.

They ran up the stairs and picked up some of the suitcases Aurora had packed.

Jasona grabbed the large suitcase. The worn canvas handle dug into her palm. Sunlight slanted through the bare dorm window, catching swirls of dust.

Below, the truck bed held the table securely now, flanked by boxes labeled "Kitchen" in Aurora’s looping script. Jasona watched Aurora’s gaze drift past the suitcase, settling on the lone basketball still perched absurdly on the stripped mattress.

A small, private smile touched Aurora’s lips. Her fingers tightened on her own suitcase handle, the faded floral pattern of the case.

Aurora crossed the empty room. Her footsteps echoed faintly on the bare linoleum, the sound hollow, final. She scooped it up, cradling its familiar weight against her chest for just a moment.

Aurora threw the basketball to Jasona who bounced it around. She left and a few moments later, she was back with the basketball no longer in her hand. Aurora had her close the door.

Jasona leaned against the door frame, her breathing shallow as Aurora approached. Aurora’s gaze locked onto hers, pupils dilating in the dimming light. Fingers brushed Jasona’s jawline, soft and delicate even from loading boxes. Aurora inhaled sharply, planting a kiss on the Alpha’s neck.

Their mouths collided: wet and desperate. Jasona tasted hints of coffee and sweat. Aurora’s hands slid under Jasona’s shirt, nails scraping her shoulders. They stumbled backward, knocking the dorm’s waste basket over.

Jasona felt Aurora’s teeth nip her lower lip. She gasped. The Omega sank to her knees on the worn tile. Jasona clutched Aurora’s head.

The Alpha undid her belt and unzipped her pants, she pulled her large eight inch clit from her pants. The pre cum already dripping to the ground. Aurora licked at it.

As Aurora knelt, her focus narrowing to the slick heat against her lips. Her tongue traced the swollen ridge, tasting the musk, before closing her mouth around the hard length.

Jasona’s hips jerked involuntarily, a choked gasp escaping her as the heat enveloped her. Aurora pressed deeper, hollowing her cheeks, the rhythmic suction pulling low moans from Jasona’s throat. Fingers tangled tighter in Aurora’s hair, urging her closer.

Only sensation remained: wet friction, the scrape of teeth grazing sensitive skin, the pulse thundering beneath Aurora’s tongue. Jasona braced herself against the bedframe, every muscle taut. Aurora’s hand slid up trembling thighs, fingers digging possessively into denim, anchoring Jasona as she swallowed relentlessly.

The pressure built, coiled deep in Jasona’s belly, a familiar heat spreading outward. Aurora’s rhythm intensified, her movements urgent, demanding surrender.

Jasona arched, a silent cry forming as her climax ripped through her, sharp and blinding.

"Fuck, girl!" Jasona moaned, her cum spilling into the Omega, Aurora swallowing all of it.

The dorm room blurred; the scent of sweat and sex thickened the air. Aurora held her fast, drinking her release until Jasona’s legs buckled. Slowly, reluctantly, she pulled away, leaving Jasona gasping against the wall. The Alpha still hard.

Aurora stood, knees aching from the tile, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her eyes fixed on Jasona, unblinking, pupils blown wide. Without breaking her gaze, Aurora moved to the mattress. The springs groaned under her weight as she lay back, legs parting slightly.

She took off her shorts and panties and threw them to the side.

Jasona’s eyes darkening as she took in the flushed skin, the rapid rise and fall of Aurora’s chest. The Omega’s thighs parted wider, an unspoken invitation. Jasona knelt between them, calloused hands sliding up trembling legs, pushing Aurora’s shirt up past her ribs.

Her thumbs traced the damp curve of Aurora’s hip bones before circling her entrance, slick and hot against her skin. Aurora arched off the mattress, a silent gasp catching in her throat, hips lifting urgently toward Jasona’s touch.

Jasona leaned down, her tongue replacing her fingers, broad, deliberate strokes that mapped every fold and curve.

The scent was earthy, primal, filling Jasona’s senses as she dragged her tongue upwards, savoring the tremor that vibrated through Aurora’s core. She paused at the swollen bundle of nerves, flicking it lightly with the tip of her tongue.

Jason sucked on the smaller clit, moving her hands up and down Aurora’s stomach. She watched the Omega move and moan underneath her touch. She kissed the cunt deeper and with more enthusiasm.

She felt Aurora grab her head, slamming it into her pussy. The Omega began to grind on the Alpha’s face. Her breathing became erratic as she had her orgasm. Her moans louder in the dorm.

Jasona got on top of Aurora, hooking her legs above the Alpha’s shoulders. Aurora looked down and grabbed the big clit, and guided into her cunt, moaning as she did so.

Jasona grunted as Aurora’s wet heat engulfed her, inch by throbbing inch. The Omega’s inner muscles clenched tight around her length, a pulsing vise that drew a ragged groan from Jasona’s throat.

Sweat plastered stray hairs to Aurora’s temples; her eyelids fluttered shut, then snapped open, dark pupils swallowing irises as she stared up at Jasona, wordless intensity radiating between them.

SLAP, SLAP!

Aurora’s fingers clawed desperate marks into Jasona’s sweat-slick shoulders.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP!

Aurora’s ragged breaths hitched with each deep thrust. The springs beneath them screamed in protest, a metallic counterpoint to the slick, wet sounds of their joining.

Jasona’s focus narrowed to the tight heat clenching around her, the tremors rippling through Aurora’s thighs locked over her shoulders, the salty taste lingering on her lips from earlier.

The Alpha bit her bottom lip, releasing her seed into the Omega. Her clit twitched inside of Aurora as she paused her movements. She looked at her lover and smile, still pumping inside of her.

They stayed that way for a while until Jasona pulled out, her cum leaking out of Aurora as she did so. Her pussy farted and Jasona laughed. The two got off the bed and began to clean themselves up.

Jasona was wiping herself off when she glanced at Aurora’s discarded shorts and panties lying crumpled near the overturned waste basket.

The smell of sex still hung thick in the air, Aurora moved stiffly, her muscles loose and sated, but her expression held a quiet intensity as she pulled her clothes back on.

She sighed looking back at her dorm room. She wasn’t going to be coming back to these dorms, for her and Jasona were going to move into an on campus apartment.

Jasona held the door open, and with one final look, Aurora left the dorm room.

Click!

The door shut softly behind them. Jasona kept her gaze fixed ahead, her jaw set. Her hands held the steering wheel. She s used at Aurora.

"You ready?"

Aurora sighed. "Yeppers," she said, putting on her seat belt. "Let’s leave this place and get ready for the summer!" The Omega leaned forward and turned the air conditioner on while Jasona placed the music on in her truck.

The engine rumbled to life, a familiar vibration beneath them that merged with the lingering scent of sex still clinging to their clothes.

Jasona eased the truck onto the winding campus road, past ivy-clad brick buildings shimmering under the harsh midday sun. Students milled about near the quad, their laughter drifting through the open windows like distant birdsong, meaningless against the quiet intensity filling the cab.

Aurora rested her head against the cool glass. Her reflection ghosted the passing scenery, the library where Jasona first kissed her behind Philosophy stacks, the bleachers echoing with forgotten cheers, the bike rack where Aurora’s lock had rusted shut last winter.

Outside, the university gates loomed, twin sentinels of wrought iron crowned with stone eagles. Jasona accelerated. The truck surged forward, leaving the eagles behind as the road widened into highway, carrying them toward an apartment smelling of fresh paint and promises.

And then after, Jasona would drive Aurora home so she could spend the first month of summer with her family and then the second month with Jasona as they leave the country for fun. She sighed. Life was good!