It's no exaggeration that UP was known for its party scene as much as its competitive admissions process. Since enrolling, there hasn't been a single week when I haven't attended at least one party. So, it made perfect sense for me to hit up as many Halloween parties as I could on this night. And let me tell you, I've been to my fair share of college Halloween parties, but no one does it quite like UP and Isla Vista's Halloween shutdown. In simpler terms, Del Playa is the place to be on Halloween.
Avery, Kalix, and I explored the entire block, and every party we attended was a hit. Eventually, we decided to split up, with them heading back to ATO while I revisited Drew's place. The visiting UCLA football team and their entourage have kept me company, and let me tell you, these people know how to throw a party. The last hour has been a mix of classic throwback tunes, just as promised.
Once Max finishes my back, his hand glides down to my feet. He retrieves the second loofah to address the front of my legs and thighs simultaneously.Well, it seems like he's growing somewhat impatient himself.He soaps his way up to my breasts, and when he notices how erect my nipples have become, he leans in against me once more, sending a familiar shiver down my spine. He hands me the loofahs."Your turn," he whispers, his warm, minty breath tickling my ear.Oh, thank goodness. I don't think I could have endured much longer. You agree, right? Buffy chimes in. I'm hyperventilating up here FOR you. I take the loofahs and apply Drew's two-in-one men's shampoo and conditioner onto them. Instead of turning around, I bend at the waist, allowing my buttocks to brush against his sheathed erection. I don't need to see his face to know how this affects him; I can feel it myself. I move the loofahs to his feet and, in a teasing manner, simultaneously slide them up each leg, eventually reachin
It feels like I'm rubbing my intimate parts back and forth on rough sandpaper at the same pace... That's what Jake Owens's thrusting inside of me currently feels like, and I can't even feel a tingle.I've been staring at the ceiling above me for the past ten minutes, questioning why I'm still here.I then tap his shoulder, even though it seems like he doesn't plan on stopping the thrusting anytime soon."What?" He murmurs with his heavy breath against my neck, but before he can continue, I speak up."Pull out," I tell him, no longer interested in his presence inside me, and he immediately stops mid-thrust.It's kind of disappointing, to be honest. I mean, yeah, he was a bad kisser – seriously, he should have been gently sucking and biting, not nearly cutting off my circulation – but all of a sudden, his sexual performance wasn't all that great either.Jake raises his head to look at me, embarrassment crossing his face."Let me get this straight...you just tapped on my shoulder, as in
It's alright, I suppose. Seriously, shut up! You look hot! The pattern is exquisite, and the top fits your breasts perfectly. What more could you ask for?Allowing Buffy to take the lead this time, I sigh and turn around to open the door for Max to see."What do you think?" I inquire. He lifts his head from his phone to glance at me."Damn," is the first word out of his mouth, his eyes widening as he rubs the back of his head. "You look incredible, Vega. Incredibly hot."I won't deny that his compliment nearly made my stomach do somersaults, but I won't admit it aloud."Then it's settled. I'm buying it. Thanks, Blackwell," I inform him as I prepare to close the door and change. However, he places his hand on the door, blocking my way. "What?" I ask, pretending to be naive even though I know exactly where this is going."You really expect me not to break in that new set right here, right now?"I raise an eyebrow at him, crossing my arms over my chest in an attempt at intimidation, whic
Max and I started spending more time together after our trip to the mall. If I wasn't with Avery, talking to our friends from the Philippines, Mom, or Alex on the phone—or meeting with my regulars—I was usually with Max. When we weren't fooling around, we did various things together, from studying to random activities. Spending quality time with him made me realize he's a cool guy, funny, caring about his close ones, and has some fascinating life stories.I still think you might be developing feelings for him, but please continue with your point.Well, my point is that he's a relaxed and easygoing guy.Oh, really? So, that 'nightmare' from a few days ago doesn't bother you at all?No, not at all. Like I said, I've completely ignored it.Now, let's move on...It's safe to say that whenever Max and I hang out, something crazy always happens. This evening was no different. We were currently at the Learning Commons, trying our luck at the first of many vending machines for snacks.Max and
Chuckling, Max teases me as I playfully roll my eyes and maintain a small smile. He leans over, wrapping his arms around my waist and seating me on his lap. I straddle him, running my fingers through his hair and idly toying with the strands at the nape of his neck."I think we deserve a reward for completing all that work in just two hours. What do you think?""A reward?" I inquire, then shrug casually. "I'm not sure. Why don't you show me exactly what you mean?"He smirks, leaning back slightly from the headboard to start planting kisses on my neck. His fingers graze my stomach through my shirt, sending shivers across my sensitive skin. I steady his head with my grip on his hair, allowing him to pull me closer, and we start grinding against each other. The buzzing of his phone on the nightstand momentarily distracts us, but we continue our intimate activity. He tightens his hold on me, guiding my movements in a way that promises mutual satisfaction, and his phone buzzes again. I sta
"Dude, I've seen this movie like ten times since it came out, and that bar montage always cracks me up.""Yeah, Justin Chon is hilarious. I nearly died the first time I watched the scene where he whipped out his...you know," Ryder replies as the credits roll."Yeah," I chuckle.Ryder texted me after class, inviting me to his apartment. We had some fun in his fancy indoor pool - turns out the guy is crazy rich, which I didn't know until today. We decided to watch "21 & Over" in his home theater, where we may or may not have spent the first half of the film cuddling in one of the recliners."Well, I should head out," I say, getting up to put my shorts and shirt back on. "I've got a ton of laundry waiting for me back in my dorm.""Before you go," Ryder says, getting dressed as well, "can I ask what you're up to on Friday night?""I'll be working until five. Why, what's going on?""Well, my parents are opening a new hotel downtown, and they're throwing this big gala for it. I was wonderin
The Night of the Gala"Wow, Vega. You look fantastic!" Ryder exclaims as I meet him at the door.The more I scrutinized myself in the mirror after getting ready, the more I became convinced that the outfit didn't suit me. I don't know, it just didn't feel like my style. However, I decided to put my reservations aside. I knew my choice of attire wouldn't be suitable for venues like The Knowles Hotel. Not that I hadn't contemplated it initially, though. My desire to show up in a crop top and ripped skinny jeans was short-lived when I considered that Ryder might face consequences with his parents.You're going soft on me, Slayer.Hey, I admit I can be a jerk, but I can also be decent when necessary...well, it's either that or this dress is making me feel unexpectedly princess-like and proper.I really hope it's just the dress. The thought of you turning soft all of a sudden is cringe-worthy.Whatever. My point is, I'd be a complete jerk if I were to intentionally ruin this night for Ryde
A little over five minutes later, I'm exhaling with relief as the last drops of concentrated liquid exit my system.Trust me, you haven't experienced heaven until you've finally relieved yourself after holding it in for too long.I pull up my underwear, straighten the hem of my dress, flush the toilet, and then retrieve my clutch before stepping out of the stall to wash my hands.You probably didn't need all those details, but hey, I want to recount my story as vividly as possible, so deal with it. Anyway, brace yourselves for what unfolds next...I'm drying my hands with a paper towel when I glance up in the mirror and spot Ashley standing right behind me, sporting a sinister Cheshire-like grin.Before I can react, she slams my head into the massive vanity mirror.Ryder wasn't joking; this woman is seriously unhinged!"What's your problem, you idiot?!" I step back from the now bloodied and shattered mirror, which now bears the imprint of my forehead. I press my palm to my right eyebr
Isabella "Dear friends and family, we are gathered here today to witness and celebrate the union of our very own Isabella Vega and Max Blackwell," Father Raffaele begins as soon as the choir finishes off the song. Words can't describe how I felt when I first heard it playing behind the closed doors. Max has really outdone himself this time."In the years they have been together, both on and off - we all chuckle to that - "their love and understanding of each other has grown and matured, and now they have decided to live their lives together as husband and wife." A few 'about time's' fire through the crowd, making us chuckle some more.Soon after, Father Raffaele announces that Max and I will be reciting our vows to one another, motioning for Max to begin with his. My man clears his throat ever so vigorously, earning his overdramatic ass another round of chuckles from the rest of us before he briefly turns to Father Raffaele."Sorry in advance, Father," Max warns him, and then he turn
MaxI only saw her ten minutes ago, but damn, my jaw still drops when the chapel doors open, revealing her in all her glory. I proudly watch as my mother-in-law and brother-in-law join her on each side, slowly walking her down the aisle. What makes me smile even more is the moment Isabella's already beautiful face lights up in recognition at the song I've chosen for the processional. She's absolutely breathtaking, in every sense of the word.I could go on describing the details of the goddess walking towards me, but given that my dick is already as solid as a rock and we're inside a church, I'd rather spare all the witnesses here the image of me ejaculating on the spot. So, for the sake of all the guests, especially Father Raffaelem, who happens to be standing closest to me, let me just stop at she's absolutely breathtaking.Her arrival at the altar can't come fast enough. As the agonizing distance between us gets shorter with each ascending step, I take a moment to revisit some of ou
Isabella"Come on, Isabella, get a grip!" I scold my nerves, taking another swig of the bottle without letting any tequila spill on my expensive dress. I wipe the liquid from the side of my mouth with the back of my hand. "Why are you so nervous? It's just a wedding, and it's Max. He'd laugh if he saw you like this."Girl, if you don't calm down..., Buffy interjects, breaking through my nervous thoughts. Your back-and-forth pacing is giving MY conscience's conscience a headache. I take a deep breath before another swig. Pull yourself together! Max is probably as calm as ever while you're freaking out for no reason!As I'm about to bring the bottle to my lips again, a determined knock on the door interrupts me. Damn it! Where's a packet of Sour Patch Kids when you need one?"It's unlocked," I call out, turning around to take one last gulp. The door creaks open and closes, but the visitor remains silent. Then I hear the lock turning, slowly."Alex, if this is one of your lame attempts t
Isabella "Are you alright, bro?" I inquire as I approach Alex on the porch swing of the Carters' old house."I've never been better," he replies, patting the seat beside him. "I just wanted to talk. Even though we FaceTime every night, it's never quite the same as being together in person.""I completely understand," I say, taking a seat next to him and resting my head on his shoulder. He rests his head on top of mine, and we stay like this for a while before he breaks the silence."Do you remember that time when you tried to be Spider-Woman and fell down the stairs?" He asks suddenly, instantly bringing a smile to my face. "You scraped your knee, but you didn't want Mom to find out because you knew she would scold you for not being careful. So instead, you came to me, begging me to fix the cut before she came home.""Yes," I chuckle softly. "I think I was around seven years old, right?""Seven and three months," he responds with a soft chuckle of his own. "And then there was the tim
~Five Weeks Later-MaxAfter five years of living on and off with Isabella, you might think I'd grow tired of waking up before her, but no, not at all. Despite both of us not being morning people, the days when I'm up before noon are special because I get to wake up my fiancée. The mere thought of our new reality makes me smile like a lunatic.With that smile on my face, I grab a coffee tray filled with Isabella's typical breakfast and head down the hall to the master bedroom. Once inside, I place the tray on a nightstand before slowly hovering over Isabella's sexy sleeping figure. Knowing she doesn't wake up when I initially touch her, I let my fingers graze her waist as I slide the silky covers off her bare body.She's always been breathtaking, from the moment I first laid eyes on her. Starting with her right leg, bent at the knee, I position myself over it and begin to kiss every inch of her, starting at her toes.My lips move up her sole to her heel, gradually reaching her calf, t
~At the Penthouse Suite~IsabellaUpon returning to the penthouse suite with our bags of groceries, Max poses a question."What did the savage mother say to her son when he informed her that his girlfriend was pregnant?" he inquires as we enter, closing the door behind us."You should've used protection?" I jest."Good one, but no," he chuckles. "She instead apologized, asking him who the father was.""Daaammmnnn," I laugh, conceding that it was one of the better jokes. Surprisingly, our banter, initiated at the grocery store, continues to be amusing. "Alright, my turn," I say, placing my bags on the expansive kitchen island. "To make this scenario work, I'll play the mother, and you'll be the son. We'll engage in a short conversation about you seeking permission to hang out with your girlfriend. Other than that, your responses won't impact mine much, so feel free to unleash that creative mind of yours.""Sounds good," he chuckles, depositing his bags on the island. "Ready when you ar
After a few seconds, Caleb thanks Max for something simple, even though my boyfriend just stated the obvious. Hopefully, Caleb won't feel the need to hide himself after tonight."You can thank us both by asking that Jaxon kid out," Max suggests, handing Caleb a hundred-dollar bill."Okay, forget what I said about Caleb being irresistible; he's beyond that. I can't find words to describe the guy I'm sitting on, who doesn't realize he's making Caleb's night."Caleb, feeling shy and surprised, tries to return the money. He thinks it's too much, but Max insists and places it in Caleb's shirt pocket."I wasn't asking," Max states firmly, ending further discussion.Caleb breathes out in disbelief, scratching his head in embarrassment. "Thanks, man. I mean, I don't know what else to tell you," he says, shrugging helplessly.Max smirks, silently signaling Caleb not to worry. With a nod and an appreciative smile, Caleb goes back inside, probably to find Jaxon and ask him out.Turning to Max, h
Later That Day"Five more minutes, I promise," I call back, securing the last bobby pin to keep my wild hair in check. I'll be surprised if they manage to hold anything given where we're headed tonight, but hey, I'm too lazy to take them out now."Take your time, I'll be in the living room!"Once I've tucked away the last bobby pin in who knows where, I check myself in the mirror one final time before joining Max."Sorry I took so long," I grimace when I find him on the couch engrossed in Real Housewives of Atlanta."No worries, ba—" His words vanish into thin air the moment his eyes land on me. I can't help but smile when they're replaced with a groan as he bites his fist."How does it look?" I ask, walking over to the door to slip on my white Converse."Like I'm not going to last long tonight," he replies smoothly, turning off the TV to stand up and join me at the door. "Holy fuck, I'm the luckiest motherfucker alive."Melting in his arms when he kisses my forehead, I thank my lucky
~Friday, February 14, 2025 - Valentine's Day in Santa BarbaraIsabellaMax and I reached Santa Barbara last night, opting to reserve a penthouse suite for a private Valentine's Day weekend. Yesterday involved exploring the city where our paths first crossed, but tonight promises an entirely different level of intimacy.The evening kicks off with the comical Valentine's Day cards we exchange..."Why am I not surprised?" I chuckle at Max's card, shaking my head at his cheeky sense of humor."Oh, please," he retorts, "like yours is any better." He displays the card I gave him, eliciting another round of laughter."Touché, touché," I concede, winking as I delve into the heartfelt note inside.Here's my love, take it.Here's my soul, use it.Wait a minute....Completing the remainder of the message, I smirk as my initial suspicion is confirmed.I glance up to find Max beaming at me proudly."What? Did it render you speechless with its brilliance?" He playfully raises his eyebrows."You cam