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minute?" I asked. "We can
talk."
Chapter
13
All of the lights were off inside. For a moment, I
felt confused.
"Where is everybody?" Luke asked.
I headed toward the stairs, not needing any lights to
make my way around inside the house. As I climbed the stairs, Luke following
close behind, I remembered. "Oh, my sorority is hosting an event on campus
tonight. Actually, I should be heading over there now. I told the girls that I
would come over and help as soon as I got back from my date." I wasn't
sure what kind of reaction this would elicit, but his following comment was
certainly not what I expected.
“So why did your date and so early?"
I said nothing, but continued up the stairs, and at
the landing took the faux U-turn toward my room. I stepped inside and flipped
on the light switch. He followed me. Before I knew it, he was pressed up close
next to me. He repeated his question. I wasn't about to tell him that I wasn't
particularly interested in Greg. I knew better than that. Instead, and without
breaking contact with his eyes, I lowered my hand and rubbed his crotch.
That was all it took. Flames erupted deep inside me,
and I could tell by his nearly instantaneous reaction that Luke felt much the
same. Before I knew it, we were both standing next to my bed and his hands were
unbuttoning my blouse while I did the same on his shirt. Quicker than I ever
would have realized, I was also divested of my bra, and as he leaned his head
down to settle his lips over one of my breasts, I worked at his pants. How
could I be so hot and ready for him when we had just had passionate, if hurried
sex behind the restaurant just a little while ago? I was amazed, but, with the
heat flaming through me, wasn't about to question.
In a matter of moments, he flung me onto my bed. This
was the first time I had really gotten a good look at him fully naked. He was
tanned, as if he either tanned often and without wearing anything, or he was
used to running around outside naked. The thought captivated me. He straddled
my hips with his own, his penis brushing up against my lower abdomen. He just
stared down at me for a moment, and then I couldn't help but glance from his
engorged penis back up to his face, which now wore a wicked grin.
Suddenly, I felt incredibly naughty. I slithered down
between his legs until I could catch the tip of his penis in my mouth. He
gasped in surprise, but said nothing, merely smiled as I took him, circled my
tongue around his head, and then reached my hands up to cup his balls. He
groaned softly, and for the first time, I felt an incredible surge of sexual
power. Yes, I had taken charge behind the restaurant, but not to the point
where I literally had him at my mercy. Now it was my turn and I took full
advantage.
Before long I was burning inside, wanting him to fill
me. His fingers played with my breasts, all he could really reach of me at the
moment. Then, with a growl of impatience, he placed his hands beneath my arms
and heaved me upward onto the bed. Without a moment’s hesitation, he nestled
himself between my thighs and dove inside me. I was already hot and slick,
ready for him, and within a matter of seconds, my hips were rocking in time
with his. Once again, our sex was hot, frantic, and passionate. I couldn't
believe that sex could be like this. I had never experienced anything like it.
Here I went again, twice in one night and I was just as excited, just as ready
as the first time.
We both approached orgasm at the same time, and then
he collapsed on top of me, both of us heaving for breath. Finally, he lifted
his head and grinned down at me. I looked up at him, wondering what he saw when
he looked at me. I didn't want him to think I was a slut, but at the same time,
how in the world could I deny my passion for him?
"Got anything to drink downstairs?"
He pulled out of me and rolled onto his side, leaning
on his elbow as he gazed at me. He was built really well, all solid muscle, not
an ounce of fat
talk."
Chapter
13
All of the lights were off inside. For a moment, I
felt confused.
"Where is everybody?" Luke asked.
I headed toward the stairs, not needing any lights to
make my way around inside the house. As I climbed the stairs, Luke following
close behind, I remembered. "Oh, my sorority is hosting an event on campus
tonight. Actually, I should be heading over there now. I told the girls that I
would come over and help as soon as I got back from my date." I wasn't
sure what kind of reaction this would elicit, but his following comment was
certainly not what I expected.
“So why did your date and so early?"
I said nothing, but continued up the stairs, and at
the landing took the faux U-turn toward my room. I stepped inside and flipped
on the light switch. He followed me. Before I knew it, he was pressed up close
next to me. He repeated his question. I wasn't about to tell him that I wasn't
particularly interested in Greg. I knew better than that. Instead, and without
breaking contact with his eyes, I lowered my hand and rubbed his crotch.
That was all it took. Flames erupted deep inside me,
and I could tell by his nearly instantaneous reaction that Luke felt much the
same. Before I knew it, we were both standing next to my bed and his hands were
unbuttoning my blouse while I did the same on his shirt. Quicker than I ever
would have realized, I was also divested of my bra, and as he leaned his head
down to settle his lips over one of my breasts, I worked at his pants. How
could I be so hot and ready for him when we had just had passionate, if hurried
sex behind the restaurant just a little while ago? I was amazed, but, with the
heat flaming through me, wasn't about to question.
In a matter of moments, he flung me onto my bed. This
was the first time I had really gotten a good look at him fully naked. He was
tanned, as if he either tanned often and without wearing anything, or he was
used to running around outside naked. The thought captivated me. He straddled
my hips with his own, his penis brushing up against my lower abdomen. He just
stared down at me for a moment, and then I couldn't help but glance from his
engorged penis back up to his face, which now wore a wicked grin.
Suddenly, I felt incredibly naughty. I slithered down
between his legs until I could catch the tip of his penis in my mouth. He
gasped in surprise, but said nothing, merely smiled as I took him, circled my
tongue around his head, and then reached my hands up to cup his balls. He
groaned softly, and for the first time, I felt an incredible surge of sexual
power. Yes, I had taken charge behind the restaurant, but not to the point
where I literally had him at my mercy. Now it was my turn and I took full
advantage.
Before long I was burning inside, wanting him to fill
me. His fingers played with my breasts, all he could really reach of me at the
moment. Then, with a growl of impatience, he placed his hands beneath my arms
and heaved me upward onto the bed. Without a moment’s hesitation, he nestled
himself between my thighs and dove inside me. I was already hot and slick,
ready for him, and within a matter of seconds, my hips were rocking in time
with his. Once again, our sex was hot, frantic, and passionate. I couldn't
believe that sex could be like this. I had never experienced anything like it.
Here I went again, twice in one night and I was just as excited, just as ready
as the first time.
We both approached orgasm at the same time, and then
he collapsed on top of me, both of us heaving for breath. Finally, he lifted
his head and grinned down at me. I looked up at him, wondering what he saw when
he looked at me. I didn't want him to think I was a slut, but at the same time,
how in the world could I deny my passion for him?
"Got anything to drink downstairs?"
He pulled out of me and rolled onto his side, leaning
on his elbow as he gazed at me. He was built really well, all solid muscle, not
an ounce of fat
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