My Final Fling with the girl who's life I saved on a Spanish Beach (Part 1)

This story essentially a continuation, a new chapter of my from my previous story -

\[MF\] How I saved a girl's life and was rewarded with a sexcapade I've never been able to top.

No ones forcing you read that one first, but I recommend you do or you probably won't have a clue what's going on.

If you like the story, I'd appreciate it if you left a comment, thanks.

I would love to say that I chased after Toni in a taxi all the way to airport, declared my undying love for her and we both lived happily ever after like we were in some cheesy (and ridiculously steamy) romance flick, but that didn't happen. It was just a spark of summer romance that would be an amazing story to tell some random strangers on the Internet some day.

Truth be told I felt blue for the last two weeks of the holiday. Jake had succeeded in banging Emily so he was on cloud nine, but I didn't think I'd ever feel anything like that again. He'd tried to get me to go out on the pull with him but I just wasn't bothered, preferring to stay with the family and go to whatever restaurants and bars they went to with them; have a couple of beers, shoot some pool, that sorta thing.

We got back to England right at the end of August, my mum being a teacher meant she started a new term at the beginning of September, so I had four weeks to get prepped for uni. Toni and I had messaged for a few weeks, via text and on Facebook. In the beginning the texts were constant and not just pretty hot, but we talked about so much, our likes and dislikes, gripes she was having with our families and friends. We were into a lot of the same things, I even found out that she was a lot more "alternative" than I'd assumed, and that like me she preferred pop punk, rock and even some metal compared rather than dance and RnB. Unfortunately about a week before I was due to set off for Uni she stopped responding to my messages. I'd guessed that for her our summer flame had gone out and I was confirmed right when four days after her radio silence began her Facebook relationship status changed to "in a relationship". Gutted wasn't enough to describe how I felt. Not gonna lie, I had a little cry that day.

Still, I got myself ready, purchased everything I needed and rather excited I went to uni to study Computer Games Art. I'd been determined to get a fresh start, try and pull a few girls and party a lot - it was my first time living without parents after all. Those intentions were scuppered immediately when I fell into a relationship with a girl called Amanda for 5 months that I met at Freshers week. So, for a while it seemed my pulling days were over. Amanda was a nursing student. Hot as hell and another blonde with a huge rack, but she was as much of a nymphomaniac as she was stupid and man that girl was as dumb as a box of rocks. I'm sure I'll write about some of our antics in more detail later.

Still, I'd really liked her, had even thought I'd loved her at one point and then she went and cheated on me with some mechanic named Pete whose eyes were way too close together. This was some time at the beginning of March and I spent the next two and a bit months licking my wounds while trying to get good grades.

Then, one afternoon after my last lecture I was fucking about on my PC and a message popped up on Facebook. I still have the messages and because I'm a lazy ass writer, I've copied them straight in - though as a spelling and grammar nazi I've fixed some mistakes:

Toni: What would you think if I pierced my nipples? ;) x

Me: Hmm. I wouldn't mess with perfection but its your body x

Toni: Haa right answer x

Toni: Maybe just one? x

Me: And be all asymmetrical!? Go hard or go home lol ;) x

Toni: LOL fair. I already did it anyways. Wanna see? x

Me: Obviously :') But don't you have a bf? x

Toni: Nope. Not anymore thank God x

Me: I mean I'd ask if you wanna talk about it but you also offered to show me your boobs so…x

Toni: hahahaha don't worry I don't wanna think about that wanker anyway x

Toni: Incoming ;)

The next message I received was the selfie itself. As gorgeous as ever, except now sporting fiery red hair of a similar length to before and a bashful look on her pretty face, she was standing in front of a floorlength mirror in blue jeans but otherwise completely topless. Her beautiful big breasts with proportionally big nipples were now adorned with two glinting silver nipple rings.

Me: Well holy fuckkk x

Toni: Whatchu think? X

Me: I think you just gave me a new fetish :') x

Toni: Lmao x

Me: And I'm loving the new hair x

Toni: Thanks :) needed a change. Btw there's no carpet to match the drapes… x

Me: U trying to kill me? x

Toni: Haha no just remembering Spain. x

Me: It was incredible. A shame we never met up again though x

Toni: I know :( x

Me: :( x

Me: I've gtg, American Football practice. I'll message you later.

So I went to practice and to the gym, followed by a trip with some of the guys for some food to our usual haunt, a Wetherspoons pub where they did a mixed grill for cheap and then I went home to play some games and maybe do a bit of work for my portfolio.

Late that night as I was lying in bed, just as I was about to fall asleep I was jerked awake by another sound from my computer. Bleary-eyed and cursing myself for forgetting to turn my speakers off yet again, I paced over to my PC and wiggled my mouse, not being arsed to sit down.

It was her.

Toni: Look, I go to Vienna for a year at the end of June, but I don't want to not see you ever again :( x

Woah. My stomach swam with butterflies and my mind raced with what to put.

Me: I finish uni at the end of May then I go back to my parents. Where/when do you wanna meet? x

Good thinking Josh, I thought, don't ask if she wants to, ask her when, assume it's happening.

Toni: You can't come here, housemate issues x

Me: The last Saturday of May is the uni's "Final Fling event. A day fair and cheap drinks and a club night. Come for the weekend? X

Toni: Definitely. I'll book the tickets. I hope you're ready for me. 😈 xx

Me: Born ready ;) xx

Toni: But there's rules…xx

Me: ? xx

Toni: No contact til then xx

Me : whyyyy :'( haha xx

Toni: It'll be more fun that way, trust xx

Me: Lol okay fine xx

Toni: I'll text to confirm the night before and send you the bus times xx

Me: Okidoke xx

Toni: Well, night, see you soon… xx

I turned my computer off and laid in bed wide awake for what seemed like an hour. Then, my phone buzzed. I always keep it on the other side of the room, on charge while I sleep to make sure I get out of bed when my alarm goes off. I'd just been just about to drop off yet again and didn't think it would be her, we said no contact after all. I nearly didn't get up to get it, but I sighed, got out of bed, padded over to it and clicked it on, almost blinded by the brightness of my screen in the darkness.

Another message from Toni. Oh ffs, maybe she changed her mind, I thought. I unlocked my phone.

It was another selfie. The redhead vixen was in bed, illuminated only by a lamplight to her right. Taken slightly from above, she lay there completely topless, perhaps naked as I couldn't see past her duvet, the blasted thing. It wasn't her plump breasts that were the star of the show, however, pressed to her lips was a quite large purple vibrator. A tagline under the message read: "This doesn't compare. Next time I'm in charge. See you in two weeks ;) xxxx"

I barely slept that night and when I went to try and look the next morning she'd blocked me on Facebook altogether and the picture had been deleted. Even after the selfie, part of me was afraid she'd changed her mind.

Luckily, I'd finished most of my coursework as I had trouble concentrating in those next two weeks. I'd been to a few socials with the clubs I was in, American Football and Drama Society and tidied my room several times. I'd even asked the boys who were in the group of rooms around mine to please keep the common area containing the kitchens tidy. If you'd told my mum then how clean everything was she'd have never believed you. So, I sat in front of my TV on the Wednesday night before she was due to arrive, counting down to Friday. It'd been an hour or so since I'd got back from Kat and Pete's, a couple who were in the drama society who'd hosted a meeting about who was taking the soon to be empty spot as club treasurer next year.

I'd had some plans on what we were going to do together when Toni arrived, hopefully she'd get there mid afternoon. I'd take her out to dinner, then take her clubbing at the students union, then to the Final Fling event on the Saturday and then a nice lazy Sunday before inevitably she would be gone forever.

I was just looking at booking a table at a nice tapas restaurant near the cinema, when my phone buzzed.

Toni: I couldn't wait any longer xx

The message came with a screenshot for a coach booking arriving 15:55, on Thursday afternoon.

I shot a quick message back saying "Can't wait either. See you soon xx" and sat back in my chair, trying to come to terms with the surprise of her visiting a day earlier than planned. What would we do? I had the weekly drama social night planned, would she wanna go? I'd leave it up to her, I thought. Then I shot up and looked around. Shit, I needed to wash my sheets and tidy some more. I turned off my PC and got to work.

The butterflies in my stomach that'd been fluttering incessantly for those last two weeks leading up to her arrival had morphed into full blown eagles by the time I'd locked my dorm room to start the 15 minute walk to the bus station. I'd get there 15 minutes before she arrived, I didn't want her to get there early for any reason and have to wait for me. Still, I felt like my legs were made of lead as I walked across from the main uni campus area (The "Campus Heart" where the majority of the Final Fling would be held) and carried on down to the town's High Street where the bus interchange was.

Of course, the coach was about 20 minutes late, and I was drumming my knees nervously by the time I watched her Megabus pull up.

I stood up from the bench, craning my neck to catch a glimpse of her. It felt like hundreds of people got off the bus before I caught a glimpse of long orange-red hair and then watched it move through the crowd, stopping where the coach driver was crouched by the vehicle's storage doors and was handing out suitcases.

A couple of impatient minutes later, Toni came through the automatic doors wearing a long windbreaker-trenchcoat made of a thin cream coloured material, black heels and a beaming smile. She wore light, mostly natural looking makeup on her pretty face and some pink lipgloss l, though with her eyes she'd purposefully gone a little heavier on the eyeliner. Memories of Spain flooded my brain as I re-remembered just how gorgeous she was in person.

We pretty much jogged over to each other and I gave her a big hug, a kiss on the cheek, took her suitcase and held her hand while we left the bus station.

On the short walk back to campus we just chatted about the coach journey, how my year at uni had been, Game of Thrones and her trip to Vienna - she was going to be living with a virtuoso pianist in some famous orchestra and learning from her before hopefully landing a gig in an orchestra of her own.

15 minutes later we arrived at my halls of residence, the Parkside Halls. Not gonna lie it was never much to look at, but I had my own room of a decent size that came with a double bed and ensuite bathroom. I like to think that I upgraded the decor of dated green painted walls and grey carpeting over the year, so it was a lot nicer room to be in that it had been when I'd first moved in, with a big black fluffy rug on the floor, plenty of posters, a couple of nice lamps, my PC and a 32 inch TV and my consoles.

We walked in companiable silence, still holding hands as we made our way through the long entrance corridor and then turned left into the wing where my room was located. Another set of double doors and I released her hand and began fumbling in my pocket for my keys as we approached my room, door number 17.

Nervous for a second that she would hate it, I put the key into the lock and held open the door for her.

"Well, this is me." I said, swinging my arms awkwardly as I stepped in behind her and the heavy door slammed shut.

She smiled at me as she placed her case at the foot of the bed.

"This is great, I love the rug." she said, looking around before picking up a pack of Flash surface cleaner wipes I'd accidentally left on my desk and holding them up, "And you cleaned for me! A boy with a clean room!"

"Well yeah." I said with a grin, "You deserve the effort."

"Damn straight I do." she replied nonchalantly and put her hands in her pocket, making what I assumed was her own set of keys rattle as she walked around, looking at the various posters and crouching down to have a look at my stack of games and DVD's. I felt unsure of where to take the conversation and it was amazing but disconcerting to finally have her in my room after many lonesome nighttime fantasies I'd had across the year.

"Do you remember what I said in the message on my last photo?" she asked, now wandering into the bathroom and checking her makeup in the mirror.

"You mean the one you deleted?" I replied, with a mock upset voice.

"Yeah, that one." she answered, meeting my gaze with wide eyes through the reflection.

"You're in charge." I replied quietly, not daring to break eye contact, all the blood rushing to my cock, though to be honest I'd been sporting a semi since I'd seen her at the bus station.

"I am." she replied. Deftly turning on the spot, she strutted back into the bedroom smirking and looking slightly down her nose at me, though she was still only about 5 ft 3. 5"6 with her heels on. She knew she had the power, I would give it to her freely for another chance with her.

Her hand dipped into her pocket again to pull out what had been rattling in there previously. It was two sets of black, fluffy handcuffs. Our eyes met again in mutual, lust-filled understanding.

"Strip." she commanded, her arms crossed bossily, the handcuffs dangling from her fingers.

I did just as she asked, kicking off my Vans and pulling off socks first, followed by a blue Hollister t-shirt and jeans and then stood before her in just plain black boxers.

"Fuuuuck," she replied, an appreciative gleam in her eyes, "You've been working out."

"Had to. Joined the American Football society so I had to get fit."

I won't lie, right then was the best my body had ever been and since those first two years at uni it hasn't been the same since. I was at my peak. I probably could've improved even further but I'm a lazy bastard at heart and decided grades and drinking were more important than a sports society in my final year. Still, I'd put on a considerable amount of muscle mass all round, particularly on my arms, shoulders and stomach where I'd already had a pretty good base from swimming every day, all summer.

"Well you look gooooood." she replied, stepping towards me and running her hand down my six-pack.

"Thanks." I smiled warmly, which was reciprocated before her gaze turned serious.

"Lie on the bed," she said. Immediately her wish was my command, and I lay down on top my best freshly washed navy blue duvet. She took each of my wrists and locked a different set of handcuffs around each of them before raising my arms up above my head and locking the other ends around the metal framing of my bed. I gave them a jostle to see how strong they were. They wouldn't give.

"Looks like I've got you right where I want you" she smirked, twirling the belt of her overcoat before she suddenly reached down and tugged down my boxers to my ankles, releasing my solid erection into the air.

"Now, I'm going to have my way with you," she said, like it was the most casual thing in the world and stepping slightly away from the bed, "But first…"

She untied the waist belt of the cream overcoat she'd been wearing on the coach all the way up from Manchester and slowly undid the zip. As more and more of her flawless pale flesh was revealed my eyes widened in slow realisation, but it wasn't until she dropped the whole garment to the floor and I understood.

She stood naked before me in nothing but heels. In fact, she'd been naked underneath that coat the entire time.