"I... I touch myself..."
"And?"
"I've done it before. Twice. " I daren't look up at your face. Although we've had no previous understanding that i was a virgin, I'm still afraid I might be met with your cold glare. "Josh, please don't hate me. They were bastards. It didn't really feel all that..."
I stop when I feel your hand lifting my chin up slightly to look at your smirk.
"that...?"
"That good. I'm not sure if I orgasmed. I'm not vocal anyway. So I don't know! I wish I'd met you first ok?!" I'm practically shouting it in your face. Trapped between your body and the wall, I feel cornered. My eyes are tearing and my body quivers.
The next thing I feel is your breath hot on my neck and your voice soft in my ear. "Oh. Don't worry. I'll make you cum and I'll make sure you scream out your lust." With that, you pull back, wink, and walk off down the hallway.
I stand there in a daze wondering how that just happened, and I find I can't really remember and honestly don't care. All I know is that you're gonna make good your word.
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"What's this?" It's hardly a question. Your hand is on my chest and my nipples harden under your touch. I'm pushed up against the wall again. "No bra?" Your hand glides down my back and skirt to my crotch and you let your finger trail across my nether lips and clit through the thin, soaked material of my thong. "Lace. Are you BEGGING to be fucked?!"
"It's hot. And what's wrong? It's just a tank top and a short pleated skirt. And t..that..." My face if flushed. Maybe in anger or shame. Or maybe because your hand is still stroking my sensitive clit.
I'm at your house, but considering my position I don't really seem to have the luxury of looking around.
You put your other hand in the locks of my brown hair and pull me towards you. Suddenly, I feel my thong being pushed aside and you thrust two fingers into me. You swirl them around and bring them out coated with my juices and stick them in your mouth.