I picture it like this:
We've spent the afternoon together. After acting class we went to manor to grab food. We've been talking for a while. I tell you you're gorgeous a couple of times --never too heavy handedly-- and you blush, and flirt back. You look at me more than you usually do, and I can tell you're feeling a little different. You offer to read my palms, or we have a thumb war or something; some excuse for us to touch each other. You're wearing a flowy, soft shirt, and I can see your bra when you lean over.
"You wanna have another catch?" I ask you. The sun is bright and your eyes are nearly closed as you reply, smiling:
"Oh my god, yes!"
"I'm gonna grab the gloves," I tell you. "You wanna come with?"
"Yeah, I don't know if I've ever seen your room," you say.
We walk together to my room, quietly, just sort of soaking in each other's company. I can't stop looking at your neck. I push open the door to a room I have quite fortunately just cleaned.
"It's so nice in here! I love that poster," you say, indicating the blue submarine. I smile, and say nothing, looking for the gloves. "A surprisingly well decorated room for a college boy. Ow."
"What's up?" I ask, looking up.
"I did something weird to my shoulders yesterday. Super sore."
"I know my cue," I say. I get up and turn you around, so you're facing away from me. I put my hands on your shoulders and press down. You giggle and then sigh.
"I was that obvious I guess," you say. "oof"
"Any spots in particular?"
"Nope just, all of it." There's a pause. "You're really good at this. Aleah is way lucky," you say. I laugh. You add: "Anytime you want this back, you just let me know." You pause, then: "you've got great hands."
"Thank you. You've got great shoulders," I say.
"Right-- when they're working." A long moment passes, I breathe on your neck, and I feel you tense up a little. You back into me, slowly, so your whole body is pressed up against me."
"I like how you smell," you tell me. You rub your body against mine; you place your hand on me through my jeans. You exhale deeply. You stop abruptly and back away. "Wait, oh shit, what am I doing? You're... you can't be doing... I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to do that."
"It's okay." I lean my weight against my bed and it squeaks a little. "It's totally cool."
"What?" you say, legitimately taken aback.
"Aleah and I are in a little bit of an open relationship."
"Seriously?" you say. "Wait what does little bit mean?"
"It means it's gotta be with someone we both know, and have asked the other about. Like you. I've told Aleah I want to get your clothes off." You blush.
"Are you even serious right now?"
"Yes."
"Ok. In that case please go back to touching me," you say, moving towards me.
"Can do."
We start kissing. I put my hands on your hips and pull you close to me. Your body is warm but your hands are cold-- you wrap your arms around my neck and start playing with my hair.
I kiss you slowly, teasing you a couple times; your tongue touches the tip of mine gently, and I do the same to you. You bite my lip, hard. Then look at me, almost angrily. I smile.
"I've been wanting to do this since freshman year," I tell you.
"Me too."
Your breathing intensifies as I start kissing your neck. I can see all of your beauty marks in full detail, lit brightly by the sun beaming in through the window. You let out a small moan and your hand once again finds my cock through my jeans. I move my mouth up and down one side of your neck, and then switch to the other. I do this for a while, my hand on the small of your back, pressing you into me. I go back to kissing your lips a few times before taking your shirt off. I put a hand on both of your tits and start gently playing with them through your bra. Your nipples tickle the inside my palms. You smile in pleasure.
I feel myself get a little bit harder.
"You got me on a good day. This is one of my favorite bras."
"I like it too." It's black, silk, and fits you well. I pull you close to me. I use my left hand to undo your bra strap, while I place my right index and middle finger on your pussy. You're wearing black leggings, so I can feel that you're wet. I pull the bra off and throw it on the bed. "Bye, favorite bra." You laugh. Then eye the window.
"Can we close that?"
"Yup." I close the window and return to you. I grab you by the waist and swirl my tongue around your left nipple. I place my hand on your right tit and squeeze. You press into me and exhale quickly.
"Fuck."
I cover your tits in my spit. I lick them with my flat tongue. I alternate between biting and blowing on your nipples; I feel them get harder in my mouth, all the while using my right hand to rub small circles around your clit. I grab you by the hips and help you onto the bed, onto the soft green blanket that feels like heaven against bare skin. You lie back on the bed and take the rubber band out of your hair, so your ponytail comes undone and flows out over the pillow. I get a whiff of your shampoo-- something nice with strawberry.
"Take your shirt off, already," you say, half-laughing. You shoot the rubber band at me.
"Yes ma'am." I say, unable to hold back a smile as the rubber band catches me on the shoulder. I take off my polo and throw it at you.
"Hey!" you say, giggling.
I run my hands up and down your torso, reveling in how fit you are. You hum contentedly. You've got the makings of a six-pack-- not in an insane Jillian Michaels type of way, but it's clear you've spent a lot of time running. You're stomach, shoulders, and tits are all the same even, coppery tan, and your skin is incredibly soft.
I easily take off your leggings. You help me by raising your legs. You give me a look that is as much of a challenge as it is an invitation. Silk black panties. Out of nowhere you grab my index finger and wrap your lips around it. You suck it ferociously and don't break eye contact. The inside of your mouth is hot and feels like heaven; I start fantasizing that you're giving me head. I imagine this was the idea. You pause, having caught on.
