1. Dirty Girl Interrupted


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

    pull away and put an end to this, he reached around my front and undid the snap and zipper of my jeans. “How long has it been since a guy got you off? No strings attached?” His fingers slid slowly inside my panties, the tips skating over my clit brought with it that same cold-fire that I felt when we kissed. “Hmm?” I hummed a dunno—words took too much effort. I honestly couldn’t recall. It seemed my energy went into amassing vases and bottles, not boyfriends. He slid his fingers lower, teasing along the slippery swell of my pussy lips. When he dipped his fingers just inside, he pressed his palm against my clit, making me jump just a little from the pressure. “You’re so fucking wet. Jesus fuck.” His voice in my ear, a soft grumble, made me gasp and my body buck against him. Slowly, he slid his fingers deeper inside. It wasn’t unforgiving and invasive like glass, just the opposite, but the way his other hand held my hip, his body hot against mine, it was an intense flood of sensations that I had forgotten even existed. He took my earlobe between his teeth. “And all I want to do is fuck you. Nice and hard.” But his fingers were moving steady and slow, like a teasing punishment. Sex with Trace—the very thought pushed me over the edge so quickly it was an unexpected shock. My body tensed, my legs drew together and I bucked my hips to grind myself against his hand. It was like I was possessed, taken over by hormones and desire and need and relief. My body felt heavy, like gravity ...
    was pulling me down, and after fighting against it for too long I couldn’t stay upright. His hand still firm between my thighs, Trace moved with me as I fell against the bed, relaxing his arms only enough to let me down. Embarrassed by the intensity of it and my outright ridiculous display of weakness, I pushed away from him and crawled onto the bed. He looked smug, and then confused. I lay there awkwardly for a moment, not even sure what in the hell I was actually doing, and then I reached for his shirt and yanked him to me, but our kiss was strange—out of kilter. When I realized he wasn’t kissing me back I let go, my embarrassment returning. He was mortified, his cheeks slack and eyes wide with shock. “It’s not that I don’t want to.” He rushed to apologize, the words buzzed in the air. He continued, but I had to put him out of his misery. I tried to settle things down by telling him, “It’s okay if you don’t want to. Really.” Cliche! So cliche! “No... I do. I do.” He let his head fall to my shoulder, talking into my neck. “It’s just that I wasn’t planning this, you know? I don’t have any condoms.” And my heart leapt—over the cliff, plunging to its pathetic death. I did. I had condoms in my night stand and for some reason I didn’t want to go that far, either. So I didn’t say anything... I had the right not to, didn’t I? But even so, I felt shitty when we just laid there together, him not having any satisfaction, and me not having the decency to at least offer up a handjob. He ...
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