The party at the campus club still echoed in their heads as Brandon and Gwen, heated from Katy Perry's music and a few drinks, stumbled into their private room. The chemistry that had simmered between them for weeks exploded the moment the door slammed shut. It was their first time, but there was no trace of shyness-just raw, unrestrained passion.
Gwen, her blonde hair with pink streaks loose from dancing, threw herself at Brandon, kissing him hungrily. Her lips tasted of mint and vodka, her hands tearing off his shirt to reveal a chiseled torso. Brandon, feeling her heat, grabbed her hips, lifting her effortlessly with his superhuman strength. He pinned her against the wall, and Gwen, laughing throatily, wrapped her legs around him.
"Show me what you've got, farmboy," she whispered, biting his lip.
That was enough. Brandon peeled off her top, kissing her neck, then her breasts, drawing soft gasps. Gwen shivered as his hands slid off her jeans, and she, not to be outdone, unbuckled his belt. In a flash, they hit the bed, sheets already a mess. Their bodies tangled in a feverish rhythm, and Gwen screamed with pleasure as Brandon entered her, his thrusts deep and steady. His superhuman stamina kept a pace that drove her wild.
They tried multiple positions-Gwen on top, her hips swaying as she threw him defiant looks; then Brandon lifted her, holding her midair, her legs clamped around his waist. Back on the bed, he flipped her onto her stomach, her cries of ecstasy echoing off the walls. Brandon climaxed inside her several times, his breath quickening but never slowing, as if his body knew no fatigue. Gwen, overwhelmed by waves of pleasure, eventually passed out, her body going limp in his arms, a blissful smile on her face.
When she came to, they were still entwined, sweat glistening on their skin. Gwen, panting, ran her fingers through his hair.
"Damn… that was…" She trailed off, words failing her, and he just smiled, kissing her forehead.
Morning found them in tangled sheets, sunlight streaming through the window. Gwen tried to stand but wobbled-her legs trembled, each step a reminder of the night before. Brandon, seeing this, chuckled softly, steadying her.
"Guess I overdid it," he murmured, a playful glint in his eye.
"Shut up," Gwen shot back, but her smile betrayed amusement. "Fuck, I can't feel my legs."
They stepped into the shower together, warm water cascading over their bodies. Gwen leaned against Brandon, and he gently washed her back, their hands still seeking each other. They didn't say much-they didn't need to. What happened had changed everything, but both felt it was just the beginning.