Out of his league

“I’m gonna kill her,” I tell Justin as I pull my dress off over my head and hand it to him, “Murder her and leave her corpse in a dumpster to rot.” He pays my grumbling no mind, focusing on the stained fabric, scrubbing some concoction into the pricey Italian threads. “I don’t think it’s …

The Younger Sister

Eva walking lock-step with me, her heat infectious, her energy effervescent, I’m surprised I don’t stumble and fall. And as we emerge into the chilly night air, the roar the arcade fading behind us, she tucks into me even tighter.

Taryn

Taryn and I didn’t do much that first night. She did sleep in my bed, sexy and beautiful in her black underwear, my cock stiff in mine. We cuddled under the blanket, kissing and snuggling in each others’ warmth.

Abby

“Richard.” And this time’s its an admonishment, the tone she takes when she has to explain common sense to me. “First off, stop apologizing. It’s just a boner. Second, isn’t that girl you like, Leanne, going to be there tonight? How’s it going to look to her if you get so embarrassed when she grinds her cute little butt up against you?” She giggles. “It’s just a penis, it points out what it likes.”

Alexis

Alexis doesn’t like me. Back in our home town, we went to the same high school, had classes together. When required to, for schoolwork reasons, she tolerated me. Otherwise, she was one of the... well, mean girls. She was too good for the rest of us, and she let us know it. She orbited in those high social strata, the ones that were hinted to be filled with parties and drugs and sex, not that lowly goons like me were privy to the specifics.

Brooklyn

Brooklyn eyes herself in her bedroom mirror, making sure her nipples poke through the thin pink t-shirt, that her red hair spills just-so down over her shoulders. She bites her lip and mediates on the basic white panties she has on. She decides to remove them. She replaces them with tight gray shorts, pulling them up taut, and is pleased to see how they hug her legs and cling to the shape of her puffy pussy, letting its outline show through.

Cammy

She watched me through a veneer of self-assuredness, a play at being secure in her self. I knew her well enough to see through it, to see how narrowly were steeled her nerves. For reasons I couldn’t guess at, she was anxious for my validation, was fearful she wouldn’t get it.

Dawn

I grab her, kiss her. Her tongue is in my mouth, her lips sucking on mine. She does nothing halfway. My hand gropes her tit, the other slides up her thigh, between her legs. The hot water sprays between us, the steam billowing. She has crimped, natural red hair, which she keeps practical on her head, trim at her crotch. I grab her ass, slide my hand forward and finger her. She grinds into it, pushes into my grip, gets off. Nothing turns me on more than seeing her get off.