He called me while I was with my softball team celebrating our last game of the season. When was I coming home? He wanted to know. Soon, is what I said.
Home, a little drunk and a lot horny I knocked on his door. He’d be over in a minute. I showered, put on a men’s Hanes tank top and pajama shorts.
He came in wearing only shorts. We lay tangled on my couch chatting. I was scissored between his legs, his erection “accidentally” peeking out of his shorts.
He stroked my thigh, I stroked his cock. I took a gamble and gripped him, he dropped his hand and dipped into me.
We wordlessly moved closer to each other’s hands.
I exhaled as his fingers pushed into me; he thrust up into my hand. I crawled up on my knees and took him in both hands and sucked on the exposed inches.
I looked up at him, my hair framed my face around his cock and I smiled. “It tastes like I remember,” I purred.
I laved his cock until I knew he was on the brink. “I’m not going to let you cum unless I get something out of this.” He looked surprised.
“What if I fucked you?” his eyes were serious.
“I could do that,” I whispered.
There was a pregnant pause as I cringed internally at my own weakness.
“Have you been with anyone since me?” he asked.
“No,” I answered simply.
It was all he needed to hear. He stood up, stripped and grabbed my hands and pulled me into my room. He shoved me hard onto my back, ripped off my shorts and paused right outside my hole.
“You remember how this feels!??”
“No,” I whispered back as he pushed his length inside of me. I was wet and inviting.
I sighed and cried out and bucked against him. The bed moaned its displeasure as I countered with sobs of pleasure.
I gushed and pulsed and writhed beneath him. He stared down at me as I came again and again.
He hitched my legs up on his shoulders and I released on us again. He groaned his own release of control and railed into me as he filled me with his seed.
His head hung and he kissed my neck, began to move again. I whimpered and clung to him, then he stopped and grabbed my vibrator.
I put the buzzing head between my legs as he began to gently fuck my face. I rose and fell with each thrust, then he moved around and his cock was inside me. He commanded me to cum, called me a dirty fucking slut, but I edged back, took a breath then came down hard all around him.
I lay there sobbing dryly, shaking. He got up and got a towel, tucked it under my bottom and hooked his hand into me. I begged him not to, but it was too late. I released a gush of ejaculate all around his hand.
He dipped his head to my breast and sucked as he made me climax twice more between my pleas.
Then he rolled over and lay beside me and began to jerk off, his hands caressed his meat. I pulled my quaking limbs together and knelt between his thighs and fell onto his cock with my face.
“I don’t think I can cum again,” he said.
“Yes, you can.”
Two minutes later he’s fucking my face, begging me to take him all the way as he pumped another load down my throat. I licked my lips.
“I faked it,” he smirked.
“I know,” I said, “taste this fake cum.” And I crawled up his chest and kissed him passionately. He laughed and pulled me into his arms.
He tried to leave right then, but I told him No. He had to wait for me to know my name first. We joked over math word problems and then finally I was ok.
I walked him to the door awkwardly. What did we just do besides only what we do best? What about 4 am girl?? I walked him out. We didn’t hug.
Beefy, but nerdy has been texting me all night with delicious photos. I think I better go check on him now.