curves pressed against him. He couldn’t stop his fingers from tracing ticklish patterns down her spine, over her ass, and up around the smooth skin of her shoulders. Languor set in and he almost felt as though he could sleep, until she whispered the question he’d been dreading.
“What happens now?”
He jerked his hand from her back, then reminded himself to play it cool. Hoping she hadn’t noticed his startled reaction, he continued the soothing caress and tried to put her off. “Well, I’m going to rest up a little bit, get some more condoms from the bathroom, and go for round two?”
She propped her forearms on his chest and gave him an admonishing look. “You know what I mean.”
He met her look warily. “What do you want to have happen?”
Lauren rolled her eyes. Typical guy, twist it around so she had to make all the decisions. Like she could tell him the truth.
Well Tony, I hope this means I’m your serious girlfriend and that you’re falling in love with me. When we get back to Donner Lake, maybe I should just pack up my stuff and move into your house.
Yeah, like that would go over well.
Instead she settled for the most sanity-saving, least heartbreaking option.
“I’d like to be able to go back to the way we were before. You know, friends.”
“Friends who fuck?” he asked with all the eagerness of an eight-year-old wheedling for an X-Box.
She slid her gaze from his face. If she stared at him too long she was likely to give him anything. And now that she knew what she’d be missing, she wondered if she was crazy not to enjoy his amazing bedroom prowess as long as he was interested. “I’m not really good at that sort of thing,” she admitted. “Despite all my mom’s advice over the years, sex tends to make me get attached. So I think we should view this weekend as an isolated incident, and go back to friendship as usual at home.”
“So this is like a weekend pass, then everything goes back to normal?” His palms spread on her ass cheeks and squeezed.
Her back arched. “Exactly. What happens on the road stays on the road.”
“So I have until midnight tomorrow?” He pulled her up his chest until he could nuzzle his face between her breasts.
“Yes,” she sighed. Her stomach suddenly reminded her she’d barely eaten at her parents’ party. She started to push off him but he stilled her with a firm grip on her hips.
“Where are you going? I only have twenty-four hours left.”
She laughed, an unfamiliar, girlish giggle. Huh. Maybe Tony’s wonder dick had tapped into some previously undiscovered reserve of femininity inside her. “I’m hungry. I’m going to order some food.” She pushed harder, playfully wrestling as he tumbled her over on her back, pinning her.
He ground himself against her belly, the bulge of his penis half hard and stirring. “Just give me like, thirty seconds,” he whispered, leaning down to nip at the soft inner curve of her breast, “and I’ll have a nice, thick sausage for you to chew on.”
She laughed in delight, marveling at how good it felt to be with him like this, laughing and joking as always, but with the added bonus of postcoital bliss.
She was so screwed.
Once her giggles stopped, Tony obligingly rolled aside and let her leave the bed. He figured she needed nourishment to keep her strength up. And then there was the added bonus of getting to watch Lauren walk across the room naked to fetch a robe from the closet.
Uh huh, he had a big, fat salami for her all right. In the light cast from the bedside lamps, he could make out the subtle play of muscle in her legs as she walked, the flex of her arms and shoulders as she donned the thick terry-cloth robe. Not to mention the soft jiggle of her truly world-class tits and the firm plumpness of her ass.
He had a sinking feeling that there was no way would this weekend be enough. It would take weeks, possibly even months of round-the-clock fucking for him to get his fill of her
“What happens now?”
He jerked his hand from her back, then reminded himself to play it cool. Hoping she hadn’t noticed his startled reaction, he continued the soothing caress and tried to put her off. “Well, I’m going to rest up a little bit, get some more condoms from the bathroom, and go for round two?”
She propped her forearms on his chest and gave him an admonishing look. “You know what I mean.”
He met her look warily. “What do you want to have happen?”
Lauren rolled her eyes. Typical guy, twist it around so she had to make all the decisions. Like she could tell him the truth.
Well Tony, I hope this means I’m your serious girlfriend and that you’re falling in love with me. When we get back to Donner Lake, maybe I should just pack up my stuff and move into your house.
Yeah, like that would go over well.
Instead she settled for the most sanity-saving, least heartbreaking option.
“I’d like to be able to go back to the way we were before. You know, friends.”
“Friends who fuck?” he asked with all the eagerness of an eight-year-old wheedling for an X-Box.
She slid her gaze from his face. If she stared at him too long she was likely to give him anything. And now that she knew what she’d be missing, she wondered if she was crazy not to enjoy his amazing bedroom prowess as long as he was interested. “I’m not really good at that sort of thing,” she admitted. “Despite all my mom’s advice over the years, sex tends to make me get attached. So I think we should view this weekend as an isolated incident, and go back to friendship as usual at home.”
“So this is like a weekend pass, then everything goes back to normal?” His palms spread on her ass cheeks and squeezed.
Her back arched. “Exactly. What happens on the road stays on the road.”
“So I have until midnight tomorrow?” He pulled her up his chest until he could nuzzle his face between her breasts.
“Yes,” she sighed. Her stomach suddenly reminded her she’d barely eaten at her parents’ party. She started to push off him but he stilled her with a firm grip on her hips.
“Where are you going? I only have twenty-four hours left.”
She laughed, an unfamiliar, girlish giggle. Huh. Maybe Tony’s wonder dick had tapped into some previously undiscovered reserve of femininity inside her. “I’m hungry. I’m going to order some food.” She pushed harder, playfully wrestling as he tumbled her over on her back, pinning her.
He ground himself against her belly, the bulge of his penis half hard and stirring. “Just give me like, thirty seconds,” he whispered, leaning down to nip at the soft inner curve of her breast, “and I’ll have a nice, thick sausage for you to chew on.”
She laughed in delight, marveling at how good it felt to be with him like this, laughing and joking as always, but with the added bonus of postcoital bliss.
She was so screwed.
Once her giggles stopped, Tony obligingly rolled aside and let her leave the bed. He figured she needed nourishment to keep her strength up. And then there was the added bonus of getting to watch Lauren walk across the room naked to fetch a robe from the closet.
Uh huh, he had a big, fat salami for her all right. In the light cast from the bedside lamps, he could make out the subtle play of muscle in her legs as she walked, the flex of her arms and shoulders as she donned the thick terry-cloth robe. Not to mention the soft jiggle of her truly world-class tits and the firm plumpness of her ass.
He had a sinking feeling that there was no way would this weekend be enough. It would take weeks, possibly even months of round-the-clock fucking for him to get his fill of her
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