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Dirty Girl Interrupted

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

finally left my room after an awkward stretch of time. Alone, my selfishness kept me up all night but it wasn’t strong enough to send me out into the living room and down to his door. I know, I’m a shameful girl. Chapter 4 I should have dreaded the next day, but I wasn’t awake enough to think about it. By the time the sun came up I was fully zombiefied. My eyes burned. My skin itched. My stomach was in knots. I stayed in that dopey haze until something horrifying snapped me out of it. Trevor. My ex. I turned the corner to drop a stack of papers on Mrs. Silas’ desk and there he was. Hot as hell: tall, muscular, dark hair curled and just lightly brushing his shoulders. A cross still hanging around his neck. It drew me up short. All that lust and no where to put it. Sinful girl. His mother gave it to him—twisted carpenter’s nails—an ever-constant reminder when we were dating that he was still a virgin. Jesus. I dated a virgin and could never get him to give it up. And though he knew I wasn’t a virgin or even a Christian when we met, he didn’t mind making out. Oh god the endless make out sessions. I always wondered if he ever got himself off and then begged god for forgiveness when he was done jerking off later. God knows I did—get myself off, not pray for forgiveness, I mean. “Hi.” How stupid! We even said it at the same time. I tried to wave him off, but he was anxious to dive right in to a conversation. I cringed, fearing it would be a purity-talk like what he had lectured me ... with so many times. But he asked about the library’s new hours, instead. Then he asked me out for coffee. I was taken over again by that damned compulsion to reach out and touch. Touch, touch, touch. I was never such a touchy-feely sort of girl. “No coffee.” No cock , either. “I’ve gotta get back... you know.” “And what, get yourself off?” He meant it purely as a joke, I think, but I’m pretty sure my face blanched whiter than the walls. “Ahhh.” Classy response. “I’m ahh--" he mimicked me, "Not as stringent as I was before.” This was not the Trevor I knew, I swear. The Trevor I knew was very, very stringent. As I left him, giving a strange sort of good-bye and feeling absolutely filthy as hell, I didn’t know what I was going to do. Ignore everybody, kill everybody, or just fuck everybody like a proper slut. That did sound like a good idea. There was all sorts of sexual tension in the house. What would they do if I walked in there and just started stroking tits and cocks? Before I knew it, I was at my door. My panties were slick with the idea of just getting it all out in the open and over with in a way that would rival the hottest orgy porn. The truck was in the driveway meaning at least Jasper was home. Then the dirty slutty girl inside me surfaced from some deep, dark place. The moment I saw Trace and Rency sitting on the couch—eyes fixed on the TV, pretending not to have noticed that I walked in—I knew what I wanted to do. The kitchen, a drink. My bathroom, freshen up. The ...