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didn't rub my body against his. Instead, I wanted to explore his body with my hands. I started with his back, running my hands up and down the hard lines of his back, feeling the muscles there, so tense as he tried to hold himself back from me.
I broke our kiss and kissed his neck as I unbuttoned his jeans. His breath was coming in shivery pants. I reached inside of his boxers to cup his dick.
It wasn't a dream. It was the size of a Red Bull can.
"Gotta go," he said hoarsely.
I watched as he ran out the hallway like his entire body was on fire and he could only stop, drop, and roll outside of the building.
My vibrator was my first stop when I closed my dorm door. I had plenty of lubrication already, and I let the vibrator take me to where Trouble had not. In my fantasy, I took his dick out and gave head for the first time in my life. I'd touch the sensitive parts, the parts that I read about in one of Andrea's sex books, and touch him the way that he needed to be touched. Then, before he came, I'd sheathe him and then ride him to completion, feeling his warm come fill a magnum condom. This time, I felt my body clench in a small orgasm that left me wanting more.
I didn't want to clean off the vibrator when I wanted more. This time, I was facedown on my bed, with my vibrator tucked between my thighs. I turned it onto its highest setting, and I just let it do its thing against my engorged clit. I wished that I was having sex right now, but I guessed that this was the next best thing.
21
Ready
Laila
I t's our fifth date . Be ready.
I blinked when I woke up and read his text. My vibrator was on my bed. I guessed that I hadn't put it away.
Andrea was in her bed, her clothes on the floor beside it. I guessed that she hadn't spent the entire night with David. I went and brushed my teeth, then I shook Andrea.
"Andrea, we have class in a half hour."
She groaned and turned away from me.
"Andrea. Seriously."
One eye opened. "Get away from me. Five more minutes."
"No," I said sternly, as if I were her mother. "Get up." I yanked the blanket from her. She yowled like she was a cat on which I'd just dumped ice water.
"I'm getting up, I'm getting up. You don't have to be mean about it."
I shook my head. I put on some Daisy Dukes and sparkly flip-flops. I felt extra womanly today. I didn't know what Trouble's message meant, but I could guess. Tonight was the night for us to finally do it.
When I got home from classes, I shaved. If I had had more notice, I guessed that I would have gotten waxed at the spa. I'd done a bikini wax once. It hurt so much. I was pretty sure that hot wax was never meant to be on that sensitive skin. But I would endure it.
Shaving was much easier. I shaved very closely.
I wore a knee-length stretchy black skirt and a green top that went from green at the top to blue on the bottom. It was tight, and it showed off the curves of my body. I knew that I looked good.
I looked at myself in the mirror, tugging at the bottom of my shirt. I would have been fine with having sex with him on our first date, but for some reason he wanted to wait until now.
It could have been cold and emotionless, with him walking away the morning after. Instead, he'd taken the time to really take care of me and do things that I enjoyed, as well as introduce me to new food.
I saw the lovelorn look on my face, and I knew that I was falling in love with him, if I wasn't head over heels already. I blew my a strand of hair out of my face. I was in way over my head. I didn't know what I was doing. But I got the impression that Trouble might not know, either.
22
Fifth Date
Trouble
I picked her up again , but this time I didn't need my motorcycle. I showed up at her door with a long-stemmed red rose.
"For you."
She took out a cup, and she stuck the rose in it with the sugar mix that came with the flower.
She looked completely edible in her tight clothes. I wanted to lick every inch of her until she begged me to stop then lick
I broke our kiss and kissed his neck as I unbuttoned his jeans. His breath was coming in shivery pants. I reached inside of his boxers to cup his dick.
It wasn't a dream. It was the size of a Red Bull can.
"Gotta go," he said hoarsely.
I watched as he ran out the hallway like his entire body was on fire and he could only stop, drop, and roll outside of the building.
My vibrator was my first stop when I closed my dorm door. I had plenty of lubrication already, and I let the vibrator take me to where Trouble had not. In my fantasy, I took his dick out and gave head for the first time in my life. I'd touch the sensitive parts, the parts that I read about in one of Andrea's sex books, and touch him the way that he needed to be touched. Then, before he came, I'd sheathe him and then ride him to completion, feeling his warm come fill a magnum condom. This time, I felt my body clench in a small orgasm that left me wanting more.
I didn't want to clean off the vibrator when I wanted more. This time, I was facedown on my bed, with my vibrator tucked between my thighs. I turned it onto its highest setting, and I just let it do its thing against my engorged clit. I wished that I was having sex right now, but I guessed that this was the next best thing.
21
Ready
Laila
I t's our fifth date . Be ready.
I blinked when I woke up and read his text. My vibrator was on my bed. I guessed that I hadn't put it away.
Andrea was in her bed, her clothes on the floor beside it. I guessed that she hadn't spent the entire night with David. I went and brushed my teeth, then I shook Andrea.
"Andrea, we have class in a half hour."
She groaned and turned away from me.
"Andrea. Seriously."
One eye opened. "Get away from me. Five more minutes."
"No," I said sternly, as if I were her mother. "Get up." I yanked the blanket from her. She yowled like she was a cat on which I'd just dumped ice water.
"I'm getting up, I'm getting up. You don't have to be mean about it."
I shook my head. I put on some Daisy Dukes and sparkly flip-flops. I felt extra womanly today. I didn't know what Trouble's message meant, but I could guess. Tonight was the night for us to finally do it.
When I got home from classes, I shaved. If I had had more notice, I guessed that I would have gotten waxed at the spa. I'd done a bikini wax once. It hurt so much. I was pretty sure that hot wax was never meant to be on that sensitive skin. But I would endure it.
Shaving was much easier. I shaved very closely.
I wore a knee-length stretchy black skirt and a green top that went from green at the top to blue on the bottom. It was tight, and it showed off the curves of my body. I knew that I looked good.
I looked at myself in the mirror, tugging at the bottom of my shirt. I would have been fine with having sex with him on our first date, but for some reason he wanted to wait until now.
It could have been cold and emotionless, with him walking away the morning after. Instead, he'd taken the time to really take care of me and do things that I enjoyed, as well as introduce me to new food.
I saw the lovelorn look on my face, and I knew that I was falling in love with him, if I wasn't head over heels already. I blew my a strand of hair out of my face. I was in way over my head. I didn't know what I was doing. But I got the impression that Trouble might not know, either.
22
Fifth Date
Trouble
I picked her up again , but this time I didn't need my motorcycle. I showed up at her door with a long-stemmed red rose.
"For you."
She took out a cup, and she stuck the rose in it with the sugar mix that came with the flower.
She looked completely edible in her tight clothes. I wanted to lick every inch of her until she begged me to stop then lick
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