1. The Adventures of Dennis: Stains


    Date: 9/6/2015, Categories: College Sex, Author: Tomjones88, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    Amelia.” She said it like it was a diagnosis. She didn't hold out her hand. I shook it anyway. “Like Amelia Bedelia?” “What?” “Didn’t you read when you were a child?” “Um…yeah, but…” “You sure? You’re not illiterate? Well, I can tell you’re not illiterate, but—aha.” I nodded. “I bet you stayed back in kindergarten .” “What?” “Listen, I saw you almost fall on your ass back there. There’s only two possibilities. You’re high out off your gourd, or you need to pay a visit to the dum-dum store.” I tapped her on the forehead. “Pick one.” She just looked at me, uncomfortable. “I’m only joshing you,” I said, giving my best sensitive smart guy laugh. “My name’s Dennis. I’d like to dance with you.” “You’re a complete shit.” “Some have estimated that I’m partial diarrhea, actually.” Amelia pursed her lips and took one step back. She chuckled and shook her head. “That wasn’t a question, by the way, that I just asked you,” I said. “I’m sorry I wasn’t clear about that.” “About what?” “Dancing with you.” Amelia straightened up. Was she an education major? She was attempting lecture mode with me. “I am really smart,” she said. “But I’m not a great dancer. But I bet I can dance you under the table.” “Under the table,” I said. “Depends on what you mean by table.” Amelia could not help but smile at me. She stood still. Watching an insecure girl contemplate how to take control of a situation is remarkably sexy. My cock stirred some more. She took my hand. “Okay, shitbrain,” she said, ...
    leading me over to the center of the room. “I’ll see how long it takes me to get sick of you.” She was an Anthropology major. She came from North Carolina. She was thinking of switching to Social Studies. She had turned twenty-four days ago and had been sick so she had not celebrated, but now she was celebrating. She complained about her friends not wanting to hang out with her and said, as we slow-danced, “I’m so awkward.” I kissed her after she said that. Her lips tasted like Jameson whisky, but once I stuck my tongue in she tasted like something sweet and comforting. She had an exceptionally warm mouth. She was completely taken aback by this. When I withdrew, she pressed several fingers against the neck of my t-shirt and said "Um. I think..." She trailed off. I knew she would. "I think this is a really special place to be," I said tilting my forehead so it touched her forehead. "At least, if you're you or me." That made her feel better. I lied about my age. I told her I was twenty-three. I don’t know if she would have walked out on me if I’d told her I was nineteen, but she seemed like the type of chick who might. We stood pressed together in the bathroom. I rubbed my palm over her hairy, unkempt bush and dipped two fingers in and out. I was just testing the waters at this point. She held my shoulders and breathed in my ear. I plunged my fingers deeper in to her and worked around the sides of her vulva. Back out, back in. She whimpered. Her clit was swampy and seemed to keep ...
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