You can’t come home for my biannual trip home. So that means I have to come to you. And I mean to come. We’re hanging out; talking, eating and drinking unhealthy food. We stay up talking, playing twister with your roommate—I decide that I don’t want to join in, but only because I’m a little antsy. Eventually your roommate goes out, to stay out all night. It’s 1am when I decide that I’m tired enough that I should go to bed, and you set me up on your couch—hopefully giving me a hopeful look… expecting something from me. I smile at you, and tell you goodnight my friend and you give me hug and go to your room. I lay on your couch, just thinking of you knowing what I want, and not at all tired. I just don’t want to make anything awkward—and I wait a while, hoping to build up some tension. I’d expect you to want to make a move on me too, after all. After what feels like forever, but in reality has only been fifteen minutes, I get up and move as quietly as I can upstairs—hoping there are no creaks in the floor that I don’t know about. After a heart pounding minute, I finally make it to your door. I try as best as I can to be quiet, and open your door, and I call in, saying “hey, are you awake?” Though I know you are, because your light is still on. You reply “yeah.” And I make my way inside, closing the door behind me, locking it after it clicks shut. I hope that you make note of that. I come up to you, you’re lying in bed, in your pajamas. I sit down beside you, and we talk for a minute or two. I make up my nerve to get under the blanket’s with you, and we cuddle up together, and I’m erect, but say nothing about it, as I know you can feel it. I start to kiss your smooth neck, gently, and nibble at your ear. When I stop, you turn over and around to face me. We look into each others eyes for a few moments before I lean down to kiss you again—forehead, nose, lips. My arms find themselves wrapped around you, squeezing you closer to me. We kiss for a while, before I let my lips wander downwards to your neck again, careful not to leave a mark. With one hand free from my move I let it free and rest on your chest pulling down slightly on your shirt. I stop and sit up far enough to remove my shirt. I fall back down to kiss you again, and then you move, and my eyes widen as you too, remove your shirt and I see your black bra cupping your magnificent tits. I continue to kiss you, and this time I make my way farther down, and pull aside your bra to let me suckle on you. I hear you moan a bit, and it only makes me harder and I move to the other side, and then I pleasure both, one with a hand, the other by lightly nibbling. I make my way back up to your mouth, and delight in your responsiveness and continue to make out with you, letting my hands roam and wander your body. Eventually, I try and fumble with your bra, but I get it to successfully unclasp, and now your tits are free and mine to do with completely as I choose. I grasp them in both hands and kiss my way down to your navel, but go no farther. I move my hands under your underwear, so that I can feel your wetness, and I position my hand and I insert my middle finger into you, and I gasp as I feel your hand in my shorts, stroking me. I kiss you as I move my finger and then fingers in and out of you, massaging you with my thumb. We stop, and I move my hand to your mouth, and you take my finger’s all the way in… and I know that I can’t wait too much longer. I sit up and remove my shorts, so that I’m only clothed in my underwear, just as you are. You reach up and stroke the bulge that’s there, and then remove your black panties. As before my eyes swell a bit, before I follow suit. We sit there in each others arm’s for a moment or two. I’m breathing deeply, and can feel your breath on my neck. I sit up ever so slightly, and find the condom I’d had stowed away. “Will you put this on for me?” You take the rubber from my hands and the next thing I know, you’re pushing it down my cock—with your mouth. Taken by surprise I moan, and grab your hair, pulling on it but not wanting you to stop. And you don’t… Not until I ask you to. I lean up and kiss you, and turn you over so that you’re under me. I position myself so that I can feel your warmth just below me. Your hand wanders down and helps me find entrance to your pussy. On my first push I gasp, entering you for the first time. I look you in the eyes, and start to gyrate, back and forth, slowly, and then faster as I get ahead of myself. I pound into you, moaning “fuck”, “damn that feels…” “OH!”, and hoping you too are enjoying yourself. I start to go slower as I can feel myself about to cum. I lean down and kiss you again. Then I grind into you slipping out on purpose, and I move my hand down to massage you. But you slide me back in, and I can’t say no and I start fuck you harder and faster than I did before, and it’s not too much longer before I cum with a loud “AHHHHH!” I look into your eyes, still inside you, I lean down, and kiss you again…
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