Hey, this series is based off a real situation, then continued in my imagination. Have you ever been in a situation where you just wanted to continue things, but couldn’t do it in actuality? Well in this there are no strings, just whatever it leads to! If you have any ideas please let me know!
{Reality}
I take another bite of the ever so bland turkey sandwich. The college campus cafeteria was the absolute worst, well food wise. What kept me coming back was the people. Isaiah, Allen, Jamie, Katy, and Ryan. God, we are probably the most unruly table. Constantly making dirty jokes, though some of us had yet to lose out virginity. Well, Katy, Ryan and I. Katy was on one side of me, I caught her brown eyes as she blushed. I had to hide how uncomfortable I was. I’m bi, but definitely not interested. On the other side however, there was Ryan. I’m not going to exaggerate his features, he was only an inch at most taller than me, and I’m 5’3”. He wasn’t of a lean build, more sturdy, not overweight, but just average. His frame slightly hinted at athleticism. He hair was dark brown, maybe black. His skin caramel. His eyes a startling green rimmed with amber. He is laughing at one of Jamie’s lewd jokes. He clears his throat, he has been dealing with a cold for awhile now.
“So my brother tried on my jeans yesterday.” We all finish our little laughs and focus our attention on him. He always well dressed, some people even questioned if he was completely straight due to the fact he was a real guy with a sense of style and hygiene.
“So he puts them on, and I immediately just die. There is like a huge wrinkle over the crotch, because he doesn’t even fill the space.” We smile a bit, waiting. “I just laughed and said it have girth’” we chuckle a bit, and I do a little bit longer than I should’ve. We all made sexual jokes, pussies and penises, yay. But I couldn’t help but squirm a bit in my plastic lunch chair. The thought of him, how he filled his jeans, not even hard. It was silly to get excited by such a small thing but I did.
{Imagination}
“That was a pretty good one. My sister tries on my tops all the time, but they are all stretched out a crossed the chest.” My fingers brush over his leg, just lightly. A whisper. His eyes meet mine and I shiver for a bit. He smiles his little sideway smile. My hand lays on his closest knee. Everyone keeps talking, joking about the plots of porn, but it’s all noise. His arms snakes over to the back of my chair, then to my back. He winks and turns his head to Isaiah, and I follow. His fingers lightly creep lower, eventually brushing the back of my bra. My hand grips on his leg, a little harder in anticipation. With a barely audible pop, the clasp comes undone. I feel my breasts immediately shift. I quickly put my free hand over my chest. I look over, but Ryan seems unperturbed.
Where will it go next? I’d love to here from you.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/f8lvrw/from_reality_to_my_imagination_pt_1