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inside of me right away, rocking
against me, his cock sliding deeper and deeper every moment. I could just
barely hear the sound of all of the people downstairs, the dull roar of their
conversations muted by the closed door. Any moment, someone could take it into
their heads to come upstairs. They might hear me moaning out as Johnny pounded
into me from behind, his hands moving over my hips, holding me tight right
where he wanted me.
One of his hands slithered up along the front of my
dress; I’d chosen one with a lower neckline than what I’d worn to the country
club. Johnny tugged the front of it down, pulling my bra with it, and I opened
my eyes to see my breasts shaking from the force of his thrusts and his hand
cup me, his fingers finding my nipple, rolling and twisting it to send a jolt
of hot, electric pleasure through me. We started moving together faster and
faster, and Johnny’s hand slipped down between my legs once more, rubbing and
stroking my clit in tight little circles that sent tingles through me with
every thrust of his hips.
I hit my orgasm all at once, crying out — forgetting
everyone downstairs completely as wave after wave of pleasure washed through me
with the force of a tsunami. Johnny came a few moments later, thrusting into me
hard and fast, and I felt the gush of his orgasm, felt his cock twitching
inside of me even as his fingers continued to work me, even as he kept
thrusting into me, bringing my climax higher and higher. We both slowed to a
stop, me barely holding myself up against my vanity, my breasts still shaking
from the force of my panting breaths as Johnny sagged against my body.
As I came back to myself, I started laughing, shaking
my head at my own reflection. “God, I look like a total slut,” I said. Johnny
stood upright, and I felt his cock move inside of me, twitching slightly in
renewed desire.
“Nah. You look gorgeous. Both in the mirror and from
back here.” He slipped out of me and I took a deep breath to compose myself,
knowing that we had to get back downstairs before someone noticed we were gone.
I pulled up my panties, still feeling the sticky slickness of my fluids and
Johnny’s mingling, soaking into the fabric of my underwear. Johnny fixed the
front of my dress, giving my breasts a lingering caress before he leaned in to
kiss me.
We held hands as we went back downstairs; my cheeks
were still flushed, but as far as I could tell, no one had noticed where we’d
come from or even that we’d been gone. We grinned at each other over and over
again, amused at the fact that we’d been able to screw like horny rabbits so
close to the stupid party full of people. Every so often, I gave Johnny’s hand
a playful squeeze and he looked at me, and I could see that he wanted more; so
did I. But as fun as it had been, I wanted to wait until we could be alone
again — I didn’t want to entirely make a mess of my parents’ anniversary.
Chapter
Nine
We were finally on our way home; I was tired, but
pleased. Mom had liked Johnny even better than she had the first time she’d met
him, and Dad had made a point of telling me while Johnny was off looking for a
bottle of water for me that I’d picked a great guy and that it was obvious that
Johnny felt really strongly about me. Everyone had loved him, and it had been
great to put one over on people who I knew would look down their nose at Johnny
just because he hadn’t grown up with wealthy parents.
I yawned and stretched, pulling my hand free of
Johnny’s just long enough to get the tension out of my shoulders. I was tired,
but part of me wished I could bring Johnny up to my dorm again and have one
last, quick session of lovemaking before I went to sleep. I grinned to myself,
remembering the way we’d looked in the mirror, remembering the illicit,
forbidden pleasure of Johnny taking me from behind in my own teenaged bedroom
while my parents mingled with their pretentious guests below.
There was something
against me, his cock sliding deeper and deeper every moment. I could just
barely hear the sound of all of the people downstairs, the dull roar of their
conversations muted by the closed door. Any moment, someone could take it into
their heads to come upstairs. They might hear me moaning out as Johnny pounded
into me from behind, his hands moving over my hips, holding me tight right
where he wanted me.
One of his hands slithered up along the front of my
dress; I’d chosen one with a lower neckline than what I’d worn to the country
club. Johnny tugged the front of it down, pulling my bra with it, and I opened
my eyes to see my breasts shaking from the force of his thrusts and his hand
cup me, his fingers finding my nipple, rolling and twisting it to send a jolt
of hot, electric pleasure through me. We started moving together faster and
faster, and Johnny’s hand slipped down between my legs once more, rubbing and
stroking my clit in tight little circles that sent tingles through me with
every thrust of his hips.
I hit my orgasm all at once, crying out — forgetting
everyone downstairs completely as wave after wave of pleasure washed through me
with the force of a tsunami. Johnny came a few moments later, thrusting into me
hard and fast, and I felt the gush of his orgasm, felt his cock twitching
inside of me even as his fingers continued to work me, even as he kept
thrusting into me, bringing my climax higher and higher. We both slowed to a
stop, me barely holding myself up against my vanity, my breasts still shaking
from the force of my panting breaths as Johnny sagged against my body.
As I came back to myself, I started laughing, shaking
my head at my own reflection. “God, I look like a total slut,” I said. Johnny
stood upright, and I felt his cock move inside of me, twitching slightly in
renewed desire.
“Nah. You look gorgeous. Both in the mirror and from
back here.” He slipped out of me and I took a deep breath to compose myself,
knowing that we had to get back downstairs before someone noticed we were gone.
I pulled up my panties, still feeling the sticky slickness of my fluids and
Johnny’s mingling, soaking into the fabric of my underwear. Johnny fixed the
front of my dress, giving my breasts a lingering caress before he leaned in to
kiss me.
We held hands as we went back downstairs; my cheeks
were still flushed, but as far as I could tell, no one had noticed where we’d
come from or even that we’d been gone. We grinned at each other over and over
again, amused at the fact that we’d been able to screw like horny rabbits so
close to the stupid party full of people. Every so often, I gave Johnny’s hand
a playful squeeze and he looked at me, and I could see that he wanted more; so
did I. But as fun as it had been, I wanted to wait until we could be alone
again — I didn’t want to entirely make a mess of my parents’ anniversary.
Chapter
Nine
We were finally on our way home; I was tired, but
pleased. Mom had liked Johnny even better than she had the first time she’d met
him, and Dad had made a point of telling me while Johnny was off looking for a
bottle of water for me that I’d picked a great guy and that it was obvious that
Johnny felt really strongly about me. Everyone had loved him, and it had been
great to put one over on people who I knew would look down their nose at Johnny
just because he hadn’t grown up with wealthy parents.
I yawned and stretched, pulling my hand free of
Johnny’s just long enough to get the tension out of my shoulders. I was tired,
but part of me wished I could bring Johnny up to my dorm again and have one
last, quick session of lovemaking before I went to sleep. I grinned to myself,
remembering the way we’d looked in the mirror, remembering the illicit,
forbidden pleasure of Johnny taking me from behind in my own teenaged bedroom
while my parents mingled with their pretentious guests below.
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