1. Dirty Girl Interrupted


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

    I, ah.” And then I was laughing. A deep, full laugh that has my eyes watering. I knew that tone. I knew what he was going to say next. When I turned to him, wiping at my cheeks, he had a strange look on his face. “Seriously?” He smiled shyly. “You want to ease my discomfort, hmm? How very slick, Trace.” He looked around at the shelves of glassware, noting a nearby empty space where the one glass vase usually sat. It was still in the bathroom where I left it. “Well come on.” He shrugged, motioning to the shelf. “You can’t tell me that you’d rather have all this than a real man.” “Oh trust me.” I crossed my arms, no longer embarrassed, I felt something more like indignant intrigue. Can’t deny how enticing the idea was, but fucking your roommate isn’t really something you just jump right into. “If I had a real man I wouldn’t need any of this.” The air in the room suddenly felt heavier, thicker. I felt uncomfortable in my own clothes, one of those pre-makeout session vibes that ripple head to toe. And though I usually like for the guy to make the first move, to be the one to reach out and touch in that not-just-a-friend sort of way, I didn’t think he would. Trace, with his dirty blond hair and dimpled cheeks, that muscular physique that he kept hidden under layers of t-shirts and jeans. I knew he wouldn’t do it. When I stepped toward him, hesitating for a moment just in case I misread this entire exchange, he seemed shocked. When I slipped a hand behind his neck and pulled him ...
    to me, he seemed torn between resisting and giving in. His mouth was like cold fire—a spicy herb with sugar on his lips that cut the edge a little. I had to kiss him hard and deep to take it all in and begin to sort through the rush. Without even thinking about it we were against the door, him bending low to kiss me, curving his back, stepping his legs apart so I could fit neatly in between. It felt so right, so good, so perfect. So hot. So hard . Holy shit, yes! The feel of his stiff cock against my stomach was far more enticing than any glass cock could be. Well, maybe not completely. But it was me not being in control, someone else being in the mix with hands and hot breath. I slid my hands down, running my fingers along the lines of his rib cage—then his stomach. He groaned sweetly—his hips jerking forward without thought. He grabbed my hands when I dared to venture lower. “Nope. I rudely interrupted your fun... and so that means I owe you one.” I pulled away, laughing nervously. “Cute rhyme.” He tucked his fingers into the waist of my jeans. “Orgasm time.” Then the fun dissipated as he turned me around. His hands on my hips—the way he leaned forward, almost touching my hair with his lips—it suddenly felt serious, like there was genuine desire behind it and not just a spontaneous spaghetti-noodle of an idea sticking to the wall. As he positioned me near the edge of my bed, my palms against the mattress, I was overcome with nervousness. Before I could work up the courage to ...
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