"We can't do this..."
I groaned with disappointment. I hadn't gotten laid in over a month and my dick was literally two inches away from penetrating your tight slit. I stood up and struggled a bit to tuck my penis back into my pants as you pulled your skirt down and collected your panties.
Flashback earlier that day:
I returned from college and the first day I went to see you. We had broken up but were still really close friends. We were also very lonely and masturbation simply was not cutting it for either of us. The sexual tension made seeing you all that more difficult. There were many references to previous encounters along with some light teasing. The fact that you chose a short skirt and stockings to wear turned me on even more.
It started with an unexpected kiss as we sat on your couch. You pulled away from me and we stared at each other briefly before I moved in to kiss you again. The heat and the passion rose very quickly. I was on top of you grinding my constrained dick against your pussy. I bit your lip and you gasp, and returned the favor by slipping your tongue into my mouth and teasing mine. I miss down your cheek to your neck which I know drives you crazy. And as I nip and suck on those sensitive spots on your neck, my hand slides underneath your shirt and finds your nipple which I pinch and twist, sometimes a bit painfully. You love it anyways. You moan and writhe under my touch and tell me how much you want me. Your hand finds it way to my pants, undoing them and pulling out 7.5" of hard cock.. I know you love my dick... it's the perfect size for you. You stroke it up and down, feeling its heat and it throb in your fist. I tear off your panties and kiss my way down your leg towards your hot center. I spread your lips with my hands and dive in, pushing my tongue into your hole, then sliding it up to your clit. As soon as I hit your clit, your hips jerk upward and you push my head down, grinding your hips into my face. I love the way you taste as I lap at your clit, occasionally circling the tip of my tongue around it which makes you unbelievably horny. You beg me to stop and fuck you hard and when I finally do stand up, I find that I have gone slightly limp. Without saying a word, you sit up, and lean forward, taking my cock in your mouth and begin bobbing your head on it. I moan loudly as you do this and within no time I find myself hard again. Unfortunately, when I'm finally about to fuck you... your senses return and you tell me that we can't.
A few days later:
We had talked about that day and sorted things out a bit. We both knew why but I was still upset by it. In the few days since then, I had jerked off many times, and I know you rubbed yourself to orgasm thinking about it as well.
When I saw you a few days later, I saw a familiar situation. You, once again in a short skirt, but with no stockings, and us on the couch. I tried to keep sex off of my mind since I didn't expect anything to happen. That was until you suddenly straddled me and planted your moist pussy right on top of my crotch.
"Rob, I've been thinking about that day nonstop and I can't take it. I need to have sex with you."
"I'm not going to hold back or stop this time Jenna, I won't be able to..."
