1. Dirty Girl Interrupted


    Date: 9/21/2015, Categories: College Sex, Author: Metilda, Rating: 23, Source: LushStories

    something—anything. A noise, a door shutting, footsteps... but there was nothing. Time passed and I didn’t recall I was even naked until I wiped my sweaty palms on my pants, only to brush my wet hands against my bare skin instead. That seemed to be a trigger, sending my mind and body into motion. I slipped the toy from my ass without much thought, jumped in the shower and as soon as I was dried and dressed I truly and honestly studied. I studied—staring madly at the scribble of notes—until I realized I left my clothes and a huge pile of glass toys on the couch. Jumping up from the bed—my pen and books flopping off onto the floor—I raked my fingers through my hair. Were they back? Was he still here? I tiptoed to my door and listened... nothing. My heart drumming with that sick thunk-thunk, I quietly turned the knob and cracked the door ever so slightly. No one. Trace had left... after throwing my coat over top my kinky mess. I raced to the couch, frantic that someone else would step through the door at any moment—why hadn’t I thought to lock the door?—and then used the coat like a bag, flipping it open and piling everything inside before carrying all of it to my room. I stayed there, like a sick fish hiding from the world, until I had no choice but to leave my room the next day. Chapter 2 Breakfast was a strange event. I took a shower... and took another... and eventually I braved the idea of stepping out my bedroom door. Rency, short for Clarence, was sitting on the couch, ...
    leaning forward with his elbows braced on his knees, thumbs tucked up to his chin. Entirely normal. He didn’t even look at me when he said, “Hey.” Normal, normal, normal. I relaxed a bit, starting to realize that Trace was a wild child, but never so disrespectful as to tell anyone that he caught me getting myself off on the couch. By the time I got to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee—seriously, why don’t they ever fix it?—I had relaxed even more. This would be a normal day. School, studying, watching TV. Coffee and Toaster Strudel for breakfast—every time I eat those I always think of that annoying Swedish kid on the commercial—and I sat at the breakfast table, staring out the window at birds in the courtyard. Rency went to class early, which really meant he was going to stop by his girlfriend’s place for a pre-chemistry fuck. Trace yammered on in the other room about the printer being out of ink and why no one else ever replaced it—even though he was the only one who really used it for all his stacks and stacks of compulsive paper-hoarding. Jasper and John were all buddy buddy after their wow time last night. Everything was just fine... until Trace decided he was going to discuss it . I’m not sure how long he stood in the doorway, silent as ever, before I turned my eyes to him. “What?” He shrugged, as if it wasn’t obvious as hell that he had it on his mind—and I curled my lip a bit at the memory of what he DID absolutely have on his mind. The front door shut—Rency was ...
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