I can see one of our afternoon meetings. You and I are "fuck buddies" as you call it, insatiable together. I arrive after your last class at your apartment. It's early September, warm with a little breeze. You greet me at the door in short cutoffs and a belly shirt; your hair pinned up and back. Our shared grins tell it all.
I sweep you into my arms and kiss your smooth warm neck. You push me away playfully and run to your room, turning to beckon me with an evil grin and a waving finger. I slip my polo shirt off and doff my shoes with careless ease and stalk toward your room. I see you reclined on your queen-sized bed, the window open to the hillside next to your building.
"Come here you little wench. I want you on your knees," I growl in our own sex talk. "Hurry up or you're gonna get a spanking, angel-slut!"
You lick your lip, bite it and get off the bed. "No, crawl..." I command. You melt to all fours and I catch a glimpse of your bare breasts in your halter, nipples hard. You crawl slowly to me, as I slip off my slacks, standing at the doorway to your room in briefs. As you reach me and your hands clutches up my legs, I slip a pearl choker from my hand and fasten it around your neck. The three tied tight laces of pearls tell anyone that you're mine.
You finger the pearls for a moment, smile and kiss over my thighs and bulge. I feel your teeth gnawing at my cock and balls inside my Calvin's. With a swift motion you hook the sides with your thumbs and slide it down over my bouncing erection and down my legs. I lean back on the doorframe as your small feminine hand curls around my hard shaft and I feel your soft butterfly kisses up over my tight balls and stiff cock. Your wet tongue is like fire on me as it slithers up the underside of my shaft. I groan and look down to see your pretty "innocent" eyes watch me as your soft wet lips close over my silky yet hard head.
