1. The Adventures of Dennis: Stains


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

    Jared). When she parked outside my dorm, she said to me, “why didn’t you help me clean up last night? I had been almost dozing off against the window. I’d gotten about three hours of sleep. “I dunno, Renee,” I said. “It was more you than me anyway.” “No, it was not more me than you, Dennis.” Renee laughed incredulously as she said it. I sat up. She wasn’t looking at me. She was looking out the windshield and shaking her head. I lay my hand on her leg. She wore her jeans with holes in them. “I’m sorry, baby,” I said. I squeezed her leg a few times and said, in a high voice, “I’m a real human beeiiinng now!” (It was an inside joke. Don’t ask.) That got Renee to smile. She looked at me and for a moment I hoped we would make out and she’d let me go down on her right then and there, like I’d done once before. And I hoped that, when the moment came, she would draw her legs together and scoop up my hair between them, because my head was upside down in this position, and she would fling herself against the steering wheel, causing it to beep. This is exactly what had happened the one time I’d eaten her pussy in her car. But she didn’t want me to do that this time. She kissed me long and hard and abruptly pulled away, staring out the window. She sighed. “You smelled like someone else last night,” she muttered. I put one hand on her right shoulder and cupped one hand on her cheek. I turned her so she faced me. I got close to her without touching her. “I made it really clear,” I ...
    whispered. “I made the terms crystal clear. You agreed to them. I’ve helped you, I can tell. And you’ve helped me. But if you want to go back to fucking a failed quarterback, be my guest.” I didn’t care if she broke up with me then and there. If she screamed and me, pushed me out of her car and sped away. But she didn’t. Renee’s face was a fathom of freckles. Her skin looked rough but felt smooth. She looked her best when she was angry and her second best when she was nervous and third best when she was cumming. This was a case of anger. She removed my hand from her face and shrugged herself away from my other hand. “Time to get back to your dorm, Dennis.” She said it looking at the road ahead. I was glad she’d made the right decision. I got out of the car and went inside and took a nap. When I woke, I felt so refreshed that I headed over to the photo lab. Nobody was there (it was a Sunday), but I was usually able to bribe the janitor to let me in. I didn’t have to this time. The door was unlocked. I took out my prints. I didn’t expect to work very long. But I worked longer than I thought I would. I was developing an older print, from an outdated 35mm negative. It was an image with white light on the top edge and black blotches on the bottom; both parts where the negative had been exposed to the sun and elements. I mixed the print around in the bleach and, under the red lights, was able to see the middle of the print, the part I was looking for. Myself at six years old, walking out ...
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