The study session I forgot about [FM]

There is a knock at the door. I don’t answer because I am lying in my bed and masturbating while fantasizing about the guy who lives upstairs. The person at the door is extremely persistent, though. The knocking continues.

“Hold on a second, Jackie” I say as I quickly roll out of bed wondering what the hell my roommate needs right now.

“It’s Andy,” the person on the other side of the door responds. I suddnely remember that Andy and I had made plans to study at my place. Andy is one of the guys in my computer science class. He’s handsome and charming. And best of all, he actually understands what the hell the professor is talking about.

I guess Jackie must have let him in. Fuck. I begin searching for something to throw on and find a pair of gym shorts on the floor. Andy does not wait. I guess I forgot to lock the door. Fuck.

I freeze. My shorts are only halfway on. I have no shirt. He walks into the room and stands at the doorway, moving his eyes up and down my body. Feeling his gaze I pull the shorts on all the way — covering my ass and already wet pussy.

“What were you doing?” he asks as he takes a step forward and shuts the door behind him.

“I was…changing,” I say as I pull on a white t-shirt while avoiding his eyes.

“For some reason, I don’t believe you,” he says as he moves forward. “What were you doing?” he asks again, this time only about a foot away from me.

“I was…” I pause and look up at him pleading. All he does is smile at me.

“Masturbating,” I finally say in the smallest voice possible while turning my head away so that I do not have to make eye contact.

“Oh! Really!? Who were you thinking about? And the truth this time,” he whispers into my ear.

“That cute neighbor I told you about” I say with my eyes fixed to the floor.

“Do it again,” he demands as he backs away.

“What?” I gasp.

“I said do it again. Take off your clothes, lay down in your bed, and finger yourself. But this time, think about me,” he says as a smirk begins to spread across his face. “Think about all of the things that you want me to do to you.”

I’m so horny that I don’t even hesitate to obey. I take off the white t-shirt and the shorts, lay down on the bed, and close my eyes.

My right hand touches my stomach and begins moving slowly up toward my breasts. I begin to massage them one at a time. I begin to pinch and pull my nipples. As I do this, soft little moans escape my lips. From somewhere in the room I hear the rustling of fabric.

I begin to move my hand down my body — reaching the mound between my legs. I feel moisture on my inner thigh. I hesitate, knowing that he is somewhere in the room watching me. He’s getting off on watching me squirm. I notice his breathing getting heavy.

I wonder what his touch would be like. What would he taste like? Slowly I slip my fingers inside myself.

I begin imagining that my fingers are his fingers, tongue, and cock. Moving in and out of me. I moan. I begin to move my hand faster while thrusting my hips into the air. I use my other hand to rub my clit in circles while applying some pressure. I arch my back and moan again. This time it’s louder.

In the background, I hear a zipper followed by rapid breathing and a few deep moans.

I don’t pay much attention, though. All I can think of is what he would feel like inside of me. Another moan escapes my mouth and I bite my bottom lip as I try without success to control my cries.

With my left hand I reach up and start to play with my breasts. Once again I’m pinching and pulling my nipples. Sharp little jolts of pain flow though my body as I envision his mouth sucking each one and making them harder.

I back to rubbing my clit. Faster. Harder. Hips rising and falling. My breathing becomes rapid as I moan again and again. I scream his name. My entire body tightens up.

“Fuck!” I scream as I cum. My entire body begins to spasm as my moans turn to whimpers. Then my body goes limp and I relax into the bed. My body is tingling. My eyes are still closed as I try to return to my senses.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps approaching me, and his breathing becomes more noticeable.

“Fuck,” he grunts and I feel something warm hit my chest and my arm. A half-second passes and then there’s another grunt and another warm stream lands on my neck and my chin. I keep my eyes closed, as I hear his zipper. Then his footsteps. And then the door opening and closing.

“Fuck,” I think. “I’m going to fail this class.”

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