I remember Emily lying on the paint stained floor in front of me, her chest heaving as she whimpered. My cum was splattered over her big tits with the silver of her nipple piercings reflecting the spotlight pointing at one of her paintings. It had gotten all over her beautiful half-sleeve floral tattoo. Her teal hair haloed her head as she looked up at me, wide-eyed. It all happened so quickly. It was hard for my orgasm-drunk mind to piece it all back together, but I’ll try.
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I pushed hard on the big Art Deco doors when I heard a shrill scream followed by “Oh my fuck!” from the outside.
I poked my head out and smiled broadly at her phrasing, and at her. It was Emily, the very fun and sexy goth chick from my Film Photography class. Now she was breathless in front of me, as we both bent to pick up her dropped backpack. I immediately noticed her fishnets tight over her soft but strong thighs. And, with me on one knee and her bent at the waist, I caught a glimpse of a lacy purple something beneath her red plaid mini dress. I almost groaned. The red mini dress had been ripped off, cast aside, slowly removed, kept on and hiked up, and had been utilized or discarded in countless fantasies I had of her. It was my favorite outfit that anyone had ever owned in human history. And at that moment, standing up after just bending over, her tits had nearly spilled out of it. She was still shorter than me in her combat boots with the 3 inch heel, but I know she didn’t miss where my eyes kept darting.
“Where are you off to so fast? studio time?” I asked, all in a rush, smiling and trying not to look like a man who’d just become so horny that he was half hard just thinking about jerking off in the next 20 minutes. She smelled nice. She always fucking smelled nice.
“Kinda. Uh, I left my sketchbook in the painting studio.” She said, looking a bit embarrassed and then. “Heyyyy, will you come up with me and check out my new work before tomorrow’s crit?”
“Sure” I said, too fast, almost before she’d even finished asking. That earned me a bright smile and a little wink. My heart started racing. There was a weird intensity between us in that moment. I’d had a crush on her, was probably in love with her, the whole semester. In addition to being beautiful in an edgy “I don’t give a fuck what you think” kind of way, she was also insufferably smart (in the cutest possible way) and a lot of fun. No one laughed harder at my jokes than she did, and no one made me laugh harder than her. Just that week we’d already busted up over 3 shared balls jokes, 2 boner jokes, and the phrase, rim job, uttered at a completely inappropriate time. It was easy and relaxed with her, always. But now there was something that felt like the air was crackling.
She turned to head up the stairs and I followed. On the stairs, I confirmed that the lacy purple flash I’d seen was, in fact, her thong. “The red dress has a sidekick now.” I thought, logging that fantasy and trying to keep my burgeoning hard-on under control.
At the top of the steps, her ass swaying a foot from my face, she bent to key open the studio door. I wondered vaguely if we’d be alone, both hopeful and anxious about that possibility. It was dark inside and the clunk of the switches echoed around the big room as Emily clicked the lights on. The studio was empty except for us.
Paintings were scattered all over the big room in various stages of completion. I had the idea that around 15 or 20 students shared this space. It smelled like linseed oil and poorly concealed cigarette smoke.
“These are mine,” she said, nervous, “pointing to a series of stylized figure paintings against the wall.
“These are great!” I said. Leaning closer which put me even closer to her. “Wait,” I said, squinting. “Is that Janet? Did Janet pose nude for you?!”
“Shhhhhhh!” She whispered loudly, “her family is, like-Uber Christian, they’d freak if anyone figured out she was posing nude.”
“Shit! That’s right.”
“They’d also freak if they knew she likes getting fingered by goth girls.”
“What?” I gasped, gaping at her.
“Your face! Oh my god your face!” She howled with laughter. She grabbed my arm as she laughed and I caught the bug and joined her. We were both in little fits when she bent towards me. Her tits brushing my arm, and her hand brushing against my jeans. Where she felt me. Hard.
I started to back away, mortified, but she said,”no!” fiercely and she grabbed my dick through my pants, staring into my face.
“Emily, I…ohhh,” I groaned as she started rubbing.
That’s when I broke. The weight of the months crashing down, I moved to her, kissing her hard, hungrily, my tongue finding hers. Moaning for each other.
Breaking apart, she gasped, “Fuck, Nathan, I’ve had a crush on you for fucking ever! I can’t believe this is, mmmmmh, happening!” The moan was for my hands sliding over the red dress and her her tits and feeling her nipples through the fabric.
“I’ve wanted you for so long!” I groaned, my mouth finding hers again and my hand immediately sliding past the hem of her skirt, I backed her against the wall. She opened her legs for me and I reached between them, thinking of that lacy purple thong I knew would be there. I found it and I could already feel her warm and wet through the fabric. I started to rub as she moved against me.
She pulled at my cock hard and moaned as I teased her pussy and clit through her panties. “Feel how wet you made me, Nathan! I’m so fucking wet for you!”
“Unnhhh, fuck!” I gasped, taken aback by how rough and serious Emily, usually light and witty, was moaning in my ear. And so turned on. I wanted to fuck her right there, but I also wanted it to last. The idea that anyone could walk in and find us was intoxicating.
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