Jailbait
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Olivia approached her bedroom door, thinking about a long hot shower. She grasped the knob, turning it but the door refused to open. Fuck, I must've accidentally locked it. As she searched for the keys, she paused, hearing muffled voices from within. That was strange. Maybe she left the TV playing.
Sliding the key into the hole, she fumbled with the lock, pushing the door open and stepped inside. Olivia halted, staring at the scene in disbelief. Amidst the rumpled sheets, her housemate was on hands and knees with her ass high in the air. Dean, her latest boyfriend, knelt behind her on the large bed.
Olivia had spent the night in the library studying for a test instead of downing alcohol at a nearby nightclub. The sound of her housemate's moans and the scent of sex filled the room. What the fuck were they doing in here?
She wanted to flee, but something about the sight compelled her to watch. Knees weak, she settled onto a nearby chair, dropping her backpack beside the desk. She bit her lip, feeling a surge of arousal.
"Fuck," Dean growled, his thick cock plunged deep into her pussy, nudging her forward. She cried out as his fingers tightened around her ponytail. "Say the words, Julia. Beg me for it, and I'll fuck your tight little ass tonight," he demanded.
They were oblivious to her presence. Olivia had a perfect view. Julia was in sheer white stockings and panties. Her generous breasts bounced wildly, escaping the matching half-cup bra with every deliberate thrust. Each frenzied movement emphasized his broad shoulders, chest, and arms as the muscles flexed.
Olivia squirmed in her seat. She felt her clit start to throb and her pussy gush. He kept her off-balance with his constant friendliness and cockiness. She was simultaneously attracted and irritated by him. He really got under her skin. A year ago, she'd had a class with Dean, even masturbating a few times to thoughts of his naked body. He was too sexy, and he knew it.
Julia's cries became louder as he alternately spanked her cheeks. "I'm a dirty whore. Your cum-eating slut."
Bending forward, Dean grabbed a breast; finger and thumb pinching the erect nipple. "I'm gonna rip these panties off with my teeth. Explain that to Olivia. Bet she'd love to know how many times you've worn them while we fucked in her bed." He slammed into her, balls slapping her clit. "Again."
"Shit," Olivia whispered. Her nipples ached. She wanted to touch herself as he growled her name but didn't dare. She stifled a moan thinking of his hands all over her panties; knowing the kind of things she wore. Was this him fantasizing about me?
A closer look and it was her underwear. Her favorite set. My expensive black heels too. She'd wondered why she never found all her clothes for wash day. And she discovered the missing bits in the oddest places; under the couch cushions, on top of the recycling bin, behind the bookcase.
"I..I wanna suck on her pussy-wet panties while you fuck her ass. Spread those tight cheeks and lick your hot cum from her dirty hole. Please, please, please. I need it."
"Mmm... and why do you need it? Tell me." He grasped her slim neck, an index finger sliding across the plump lips. Their sweat-glistened bodies moved faster.
"So, I can share a wet sloppy cum-kiss with Olivia while we finger her swollen pussy."
Fucking hell. Olivia scowled, feeling her face flush with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. She'd never imagined the college junior fantasized about her so blatantly. Especially with other men.
"I'm gonna fuck that prissy grad student cunt into submission and make you clean us head to toe." Dean held Julia's hips, withdrawing his erection. His fingers curled over the waistband of the panties and yanked them down her toned thighs. He pulled her ass cheeks apart. "It's time, whore."
Julia grabbed the lube and flipped the cap. She tilted the bottle into the cleft of her ass. A firm squeeze and a generous line of fluid dribbled down her crack and onto her tiny, puckered hole. "Fuck my slutty ass like it's Olivia's. She's a fucking dirty girl." She giggled, wiggling her curvy hips.
"Bullseye, baby." Dean placed the tip of his cock against her tight ring and slowly forced it open until he was balls deep. "Winner every time." He groaned, waiting a minute for Julia to adjust then pulled out and promptly slid back inside.
Dean pushed her shoulders down, his hips grinding into her as he increased his pace. Then he reached around her hip and rubbed her wet folds and clit. She whimpered and shook at his touch. He pumped hard and fast into her ass.
"Ohhh...ohh, you're so fucking big," Julia gasped, squeezing her eyes shut. She clawed at the sheets. Tears and mascara ran down her face. He drove his entire length into her with long, urgent strokes. Her body tensed, and juices ran down her thighs to puddle on the sheets.
"Take my cum, you conniving little bitch," Dean grunted, his legs pressing hers together. His hips bucked, and ass clenched tight. "Filthy ass-whore," he panted, collapsing over her prone form. They laid with legs entwined, bodies heaving for several minutes. He rolled onto his side.
Julia turned her head, sliding her tongue in his open mouth. They kissed passionately. She pulled back after a while. "So good, baby. Next time tie me to the bed and strap her vibe to my clit."
"You like that?" Dean caressed her hip. "We'll practice and get everything perfect."
"Mmm...I wish our Livy Slut was in bed with us now so that I can fuck her pussy with my tongue." Julia's thumb circled the head of his cock. "When she moans I'll shove this in her mouth and make her suck," she purred and licked his lips.
Olivia felt like she couldn't breathe. She slumped against the chair and took a deep breath. It wasn't his fantasies they were playing. The idea that even her sex toys were included in Julia's twisted game made her nauseous. Maybe this was a fucking dream. The entire night felt surreal.
A phone buzzed. Julia kissed him once more. She sat up to answer and met Olivia's heated gaze.
"Oh my god!" Julia shouted, scrambling away from Dean. She stumbled backward off the bed. "Olivia, I can...I can explain."
"No need. I already saw the porno show." She gave a harsh laugh in the awkward silence.
Julia shook her head, a panicked look of concern on her round face. "It was just some sexy fun is all," she mumbled, avoiding Olivia's eyes, and flicking an anxious glance at Dean.
"You can keep the lingerie and take the bedding with you. Leave the shoes," Olivia snapped.
"Hey, you're back early, Livy." Dean stood, smiling. One hand grasped his wet shaft, the other reaching down to scratch his large balls. "Give me a little time, and I'll be ready to fuck you until dawn." He nodded, with a satisfied smirk. His dark eyes roamed a path from her tanned legs to her deep cleavage.
Dean gave her the same looks and smirked all the damn time when he thought she wasn't paying attention. It was like he had a little secret. She remembered all the odd comments she'd dismissed. Now, they made sense. Good thing she never took anything seriously. I can't believe I was attracted to this asshole.
"I'm super sorry," Julia stated. She attempted a hug, but Olivia brushed her off.
"I've never gone into your room and used your things." Olivia seethed. "And I've never had a man in your bed. Such fucking disrespect."
Dean laughed. "Women will do anything for a taste of this." He openly stroked his cock and winked.
"You're a disgusting bastard," Olivia trembled as he moved closer. She could practically feel his body heat. He smelled like sweat, pussy, and pine trees. She wrinkled her nose and stepped back, glaring up at him. God, he was such an arrogant prick.
Dean didn't speak for a couple of minutes. "Come on; I know you want me. I can see your lust," he coaxed.
"It's a damn good thing my lease is up, and I haven't signed the new one for this school year. Now, get out of my room."
Julia frowned as if she hadn't expected that reaction. "But-"
"I don't trust you."
They exchanged looks, quickly grabbing their belongings and the bedding.
"See ya around," Dean said, blushing slightly. His smile faltered when she avoided his extended hand.
♦
Ohmygod fuck this mattress is heavy. Just need to add the extra sheets, and I'm all done.
Olivia gave a final tug of the blanket. She looked at the newly made bed. The clock on the nightstand read 1:00 am. Two hours had passed since they left. Too upset to sleep she had cleaned the bathroom and bedroom to get rid of the lingering scent of sex. And that damn pine. Julia sprayed the stuff everywhere. Olivia hated the smell.
She crawled between the fresh sheets and stretched. Trying to find a comfortable position, Olivia tossed and turned. Her mind replayed images from earlier that night. The way Dean's arms bulged when he grabbed Julia's breast and yanked her hair. The toned thighs that thumped against her firm ass, while sweat ran down his spine.
Olivia wanted to join him, press her aching nipples to his wet back. She licked her dry lips and thought about sucking the sweat off his shoulders. Her fingers would slide up his abs and rub his pecs. Olivia let out a sigh and threw back the sheet. Her pulse raced, and her belly was all fluttery.
It was hot. So, fucking hot in here. Even the open window wasn't cooling the air fast enough. She took a few deep breaths. What was wrong with her?
Olivia searched for the glass of water and sat up to gulp it down. She pressed the cold glass to her neck. Ahhh...mm...that was better. She flipped the pillow and tried to sleep. Minutes ticked by. She turned over. The clock showed 2:30 am. She couldn't relax; she was too tense with conflicting emotions.
Olivia tried to forget her name growled in that husky voice. The words he used. They lodged in her brain. Buried deep. Reassembled into something new. A promise of sorts. It taunted and teased her thoughts uncontrollably.
'Hey, Livy. I'm gonna rip these panties off with my teeth. I'll be ready to fuck you until dawn.'
Olivia should be ecstatic. Dean finally had sex in her bed while saying her name. In the sexy way that made her body shiver with unfulfilled desires. Needs she wanted him to fill. All night long.
If only.
If only he hadn't gotten involved with Julia first. Always fucking Julia. Lies, schemes, and games were her intellectual forte.
Fuck. Fuck. Double fuck.
Dean was getting his Masters degree, and taking advantage of all the pussy available. Olivia knew that. Everyone knew that. She'd carefully bided her time as he worked his way through the undergrads.
But not with Julia.
Sure, Dean can be a prick, but I thought he was a better man. Deep inside where it counts.
Julia brought out the cocky, arrogant side of him. The Showoff. The uncompromising smartass.
If Olivia were honest with herself, she was angry. Angry that everything would always be tainted between them by the events of that night. The knowledge that any desire Dean had for her was tied inexplicably to pleasing Julia and making her happy.
She thought of last year.
The way he knew almost every answer to every question the Professors asked. Always just a few points ahead of her class ranking. Some people hated it, but she loved the challenge. It gave her a rush and made her so damn aroused when she knew something he didn't. It was addicting.
The way he looked at her with those penetrating eyes when she was sick. It felt like he could see straight into her soul; knew her every secret. Olivia assured him she was alright, but he somehow knew she wasn't. He brought her homemade chicken noodle soup and the notes for two classes carefully arranged in his familiar black script.
When her throat was sore, and she could barely swallow anything he said he would make it better.
'Trust me. I know what you need to feel good.'
He drove to the all-night cafe in a rainstorm and bought her favorite cinnamon cocoa with extra whipped cream. And a Texas-sized apple fritter they shared in front of the fire while watching Braveheart.
The unspoken promises that lingered beneath the surface between them. Just waiting to be acknowledged. Set free.
She would pretend that tonight had been real. Just them. Get every naughty thought out of her head so she could concentrate on essays and tests and not Dean.
Olivia leaned over and pulled open the nightstand drawer and removed the soft fabric.
She held it up to her nose and caught the lingering traces of fabric softener. Closing her eyes, she took another deep breath and rubbed it against her lips.
They were fresh, probably hadn't been worn more than a few hours. Long enough to absorb his scent.
Olivia found them on the counter under a towel in the bathroom. Folded up into a neat square. Black with dark blue stripes down the sides. Untouched from the smell of pine. He must have forgotten. She wanted to believe he left them as a gift.
She spread them out on the sheet; on his side of the bed. Olivia pictured his ruffled hair and casual nonchalance when she caught him naked on her sheets. The way he confidently touched himself and said, 'Hey, Livy,' in that deceptively innocent way.
The sexy way his full lips curled when he smiled.
'Hey, Livy. I'm gonna rip these panties off with my teeth. I'll be ready to fuck you until dawn.'
Her sheer panties.
The favorite ones she loved to pretend were her wedding day whites. The same ones she wore when they attended a classmate's wedding reception. The feel of his strong arms wrapped around her slender waist as he twirled her around the dance floor after he bribed the DJ to play her favorite songs. The way her panties were thoroughly soaked, and she hoped he could smell. Would know he was the one.
The words he whispered against her ear as they sat in the dark silence of the night watching the stars shine. Their fingers entwined.
'Hey, Livy. I've always wanted a June wedding, so I can dance naked under the moonlight and kiss my sexy girl 'til dawn.'
As Olivia rubbed the front of the boxer briefs, she traced the spot where his cock usually rested. She slowly stroked the missing length, following the stretched-out shape. Back and forth, she ran her fingers gingerly along each side of his shaft, feeling every imaginary vein and inch of hot flesh. Imagining the sound of his moans.
She could almost feel him swelling under her steady touch. Lengthening and thickening until he's stiff and leaking.
Ready for the heat of her mouth. The pressure of her soft lips closed firmly around his shaft. The tightness of her throat as she swallowed him. Milking every drop of seed he had like it was her last ounce of sustenance, and she would beg on her knees for more.
What would he taste like on her tongue? How would he feel thick and pulsing down her throat?
"Mmm...ohh," she moaned thinking of his salty flavor.
She needed him. Naked and full of desire. Wild with hunger.
Olivia touched her chest. Her skin was smooth and warm. Silky under her fingertips. A thumb brushed against a nipple. She moaned at the sensation. Then she touched it again. Her hands shifted to cover both breasts. She squeezed them and rolled the tight nipples between her fingers.
Too many weeks had passed since her last intimate touch. It felt so good tonight.
Olivia felt the fluid seeping between her folds. A slender finger dipped into the pool of wetness and painted her dry lips. The tip of her tongue swirled around the digit. Her teeth caught it and tugged it inside her warm mouth. Olivia sucked and bit down on the flesh. Gently. Like she imagined his teeth on her clit. His hot breath on her pussy as his thumb circled the pulsing nub. Taking turns. Biting and circling until she writhed and shook in delicious agony beneath him.
Her fingers twisted a nipple. She arched her back and shifted her hips. Rubbed her bitten finger along her jaw and left a path for Dean's seeking lips to follow to the sensitive spot on her neck.
Olivia squeezed her thighs and rubbed them together. The constant friction made her clit pulse and her pussy ache. She thought about the feeling of his lips on hers.
She spread her knees and let her fingers trace the swollen lips. She was dripping and so slippery wet. Olivia wondered how his hard cock would feel sliding deep inside her pussy. She pressed down on her clit and began nudging it back and forth letting the blissful pleasure build.
Olivia dragged her fingers over her belly to her taut nipples and coated them in her juices. She bent her head and closed her lips around a stiff nipple and flicked it with her tongue.
She remembered the way he smelled. Sandalwood and citrus. A hint of spice. Warm male skin. And the brush of his thighs as he maneuvered through the seats to sit beside her in class. Unaware of how loudly her heart had thundered as she was sure he would hear.
Olivia had wanted to straddle his lap and nibble his ears. Slide her fingers into the dark silky strands of hair and angle his head to the side so her lips could fit in that perfect spot. To suck and mark his skin. So, late at night when he drifted to sleep his thumb could rub the remnant of her passion.
She needed to feel the weight of his naked body pressing her down. Every hot inch of him covering her flesh. His stubble rubbing her skin as his lips kissed her neck. The graze of his teeth on her earlobe as she clasped his ass. Guiding him deeper.
Olivia slipped a finger inside her quivering hole. She twisted and turned it, coating the finger entirely in her sweet juices. Her hips thrust, and toes clenched. She plunged another finger in beside it and enjoyed the tight feeling. The way her walls clung to them and didn't want to let go. Her hand groped and squeezed her breasts. She was so close. Almost there.
Olivia grabbed his boxers and pressed them against her leaking pussy. She fucked herself hard with her fingers and pinched her clit. She closed her legs tightly. Trapping her hands inside. Her body shook. She rolled over onto her knees. Then ground her breasts against the sheets. Again, and again. She shut her eyes and cried out his name as her orgasm finally claimed her.
She panted, chest heaving and muscles weak. The tremors slowly faded as her body relaxed. Olivia carefully dislodged her fingers, removing his wet boxers. She pressed the saturated fabric against her tongue and lips. She licked and sucked; tasting herself mixed with the scent of him.
Olivia smiled remembering the way her pussy had gushed when he growled her name. The shiver that traveled down her spine when she realized part of her fantasies had come true.
Dean and his arrogant smirk as he stroked himself in front of her.
'Hey, Livy. I'm gonna rip these panties off with my teeth. I'll be ready to fuck you until dawn.'
♦
Olivia wandered the rooms of the large house. The Halloween party was crowded and loud. Keg chugging, beer pong, foosball, billiards, darts, and a large cash prize for the sexiest costume had attracted more people than usual to a party in this neighborhood.
The special bedrooms set up for random and planned encounters were in hot demand. Lines formed down the oversize halls, and double staircase as cocky frat guys and overconfident sorority girls chose their playmates.
She snagged a bottle from a bucket of ice. Olivia leaned against the wall, sipping her second cold beer of the night. She felt restless and wished there was someplace to hide. To relax for a little bit. Her feet hurt from the new heels. A glance at the clock showed 10:00 pm. She had been there for over three hours.
It was nearly time to leave.
Someone pushed into her from the side. The scents of alcohol and nachos were overpowering in their intensity.
"Hey, sexy devil. You can tempt me anytime." The slurred words and belch preceded the attempted groping of her ass.
"Watch it," she said coldly. Olivia moved out of the way and slipped into the nearby room.
Spotting a vacant chair, she claimed it and sat down. She rested her head and briefly closed her eyes. Lifting the bottle to her lips, she took a long sip, savoring the taste. Her fingers smoothed the fabric over her thighs. Olivia was regretting her spur of the moment sexy devil costume. It had given her extra attention all night.
As she glanced around, her eyes scanned for familiar faces. She hadn't seen Dean since that night. He hadn't been to any of the same social events. She wondered if he was embarrassed by the situation. She wasn't sure anymore what was real and what had been fantasy for Julia. Or him. She wished she knew.
It was two months since Olivia moved out. After packing her things, she realized a lot of stuff was missing, including clothes. The disappearance of her things and the fact Julia was taking men in her room bothered her. Sometimes she couldn't sleep, and the questions would flood her mind. What if it hadn't been Dean? How many other men had she fucked in her bed? Or women? Did anyone else have a key to her bedroom? Had she done this to other housemates?
Olivia had moved into a house nearby with an available room. She'd met two of the five other housemates. The others were on vacation. Most had jobs. They were all older and over the constant partying all week long. It was perfect for long weekends of quiet study.
From across the room, a man was staring at her. Olivia didn't recognize him. He was gorgeous. The tight black T-shirt and snug black jeans clung to his body. He crossed his arms and they looked tanned and strong. His wavy dark hair brushed the black mask that covered half his face. His lips were chiseled and full and tempted her to kiss them.
Olivia took another sip and drained the bottle. She squirmed, under his intense scrutiny. He appeared older than most of the college students. Maybe it was just his confident attitude. Like he belonged here. She felt flushed. Hot. Thirsty. Her pulse started to race. She decided to get another drink. His intense gaze followed her as she stood and exited the room.
Olivia waited in line a while for her beer. She was startled at the gentle touch on her shoulder and turned. He looked down at her with vibrant chocolate eyes through the mask. A large whiskey glass with two ice cubes fit perfectly in his hand.
He leaned forward, and she inhaled his scent. Olivia closed her eyes as the familiar smell of sandalwood and citrus, hint of spice, and warm male skin flooded her senses. Dean looked so different. His hair was longer and his body harder. He'd gotten some sun. He was wearing black. She wondered where he had been.
Someone pushed against her and she stumbled.
A strong arm slid around her waist, pulling her close against his chest. His hot breath fanned across her cheek and jaw. Olivia opened her eyes and saw his kissable lips. He looked into her eyes. She couldn't look away.
"Trust me. I know what you need to feel good." He whispered against her ear. She raised her eyes to his and silently nodded. His fingers clasped hers and he led her through the kitchen and out a back entrance to a large guest house.
"Whose place is this?" she asked. She'd never known where he lived. She assumed he rented an apartment near the University like she did.
"It's mine." Dean led her onto the porch and unlocked the door. He guided her in and over to a small sofa. She sat, and he entered the adjoining kitchen. A minute later he was back with two large glasses of water.
"So, what are you dressed as?" Olivia asked. "You already know what I am." She pulled off the devil horns secured in her bun. Her fingers pulled out the pins, loosening the hair to fall down her back.
"Personal bodyguard." Dean chuckled. He pulled off the mask. "Well, one working a party I guess. I was lazy."
"Dean, lazy? I'm familiar with that." She reached over and ruffled his hair. The strands silky against her skin.
He sat forward and flexed his shoulders. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed.
"Hey, Livy." He grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes. "This mess with Julia."
"Yeah."
"She played us both, Livy." Dean looked away and his jaw tightened. "Julia was never my girlfriend." He turned back to look at her.
"I don't understand what happened." Olivia turned towards him and sat closer. "I thought you guys were seriously together."
"Never." He handed her two black books. "Here, this belongs to you."
Olivia's fingers traced the pink butterfly etched on the center. She recognized them. Journals she'd kept with personal things including fantasies written inside. She thumbed through the pages. Bright red ink marred most of them. Notes were written in the margins and things were underlined. All in handwriting like her own. She never knew the books were missing.
"Why would she need these? They're mine." She threw them onto the coffee table. The sight of her private thoughts defaced sickened her. She wondered why she hadn't moved out sooner. Just avoided the entire mess.
"That's exactly why. She used your words and added her own twisted thoughts." Dean paced across the floor. "Goddamit! I'm so ashamed of myself." His hands clenched, and he braced his arms in the doorway.
"Dean, you have nothing to be ashamed about." Olivia stood behind him. She rubbed his back hoping to relax him. "She's the one responsible."
"Hahaha... well, I wouldn't be too sure of that. Fuck, we both won't feel good until I confess it all."
"Confess what? Just tell me." She rested her head in the center of his back. Her hands slid around his waist. She wondered what was so awful he had to say.
"You'll probably hate me before I'm through. But, just listen until I'm done." Dean took a deep breath and hung his head. "This is so damn embarrassing. Worse than you catching me naked because I was expecting that." He laughed. "I'd been dreaming about that."
"One night I got shit-faced drunk at a bar and she was there. Fuck...this is hard." He turned to her and his eyes were wet. "She drove me to your place because I was passed out. She put me in her bed. In the early morning she came in and started asking me personal questions. I had no fucking clue what I was saying." Dean looked away and fell silent.
Olivia grabbed his hand and pulled him away from the door. "Come on. I know a place we can go." She led him through the kitchen and out the back door down to the cut grass. "Remember that wedding? When we watched the stars? It's a star shine night."
She laid down and patted the space next to her. Dean joined her, and their fingers entwined.
"Julia asked me who I was secretly attracted to and I," he hesitated and looked straight ahead. "I said you. And she laughed at me. Said she knew all your dirty little sex secrets and you'd only fuck me if a woman was there. Cause I was an arrogant show off who couldn't please a woman myself." Dean turned to look at her then quickly looked away.
Olivia reached over and traced his lip, feeling his warm breath against her skin. She kissed his cheek and looked him in the eyes. She hated the sadness she saw in their depths. All the wasted nights and months between them. She nodded at him to continue sensing he was almost done.
"She showed me your journals. The fantasies of yours and said she would help me to get them right for you. So, you'd join us. I looked through them and hell they are part your words and handwriting so of course it seemed completely real." He blew out a breath.
"Julia told me you had a secret fantasy you wanted to make come true. A seduced bisexual threesome. Part of 'your' fantasy was 'you' pretending not to know what was going on so you could act 'naturally' when it happened. That's why that night I thought it was finally time for it to happen. You showed up and stayed. I saw your reflection in the window because the curtain wasn't closed all the way." Dean turned over to face her.
Olivia was truly stunned. Her heart raced, and she felt sick. That motherfucking Julia. Damn fucking Julia. Always Julia. She wanted to scream. She'd wondered why he had really been with her and put up with her bullshit. Now she knew. Thank goodness it was only a couple of months. She was angry he had felt she wouldn't want him that way. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It explained so much. The way he wasn't expecting her to be so mad.
"She convinced me that you knew all about it and got off on the whole idea. The way you acted was odd, and I was suspicious that night. I'd only slept with her five times and all she wanted to do was talk about you." Dean sat up and stretched.
Olivia thought about all the times Julia had pumped her for information about Dean and whether she liked him. She'd never admitted anything. She thought about all the times she had made use of his boxers in bed. Perhaps she should do her own confession to him later. She laughed.
"So, what have you been doing since? I haven't seen you around." She asked.
"I decided to get my shit together. Stop fucking around with undergrads. I applied for a teaching assistant position next semester." Dean brushed the grass off his pants and removed his shirt.
"So, does that mean I can call you Professor?" Olivia teased
"Do you know what I remember most about you?" Dean asked.
"No, tell me." Olivia slid onto his lap. Her hands slid up his muscular chest.
"The way you walked right up to me the first day and said, "Hey, sexy. You're in my seat." Dean chuckled.
"Haha. I remember that." She leaned in and kissed the side of his neck. "I think we both feel real good now."
"Know what else I remember about that day?" Dean rolled over and covered her body with his own,
"No."
"The way the sun caught the faint traces of red in your dark hair and your green eyes lit up with laughter. It felt like I was kissing sunlight and catching rainbows." He pressed his lips against her own and kissed her hungrily.
She moaned and grasped his ass.
"Hey, Livy. Wanna dance with me under the moonlight?" He whispered against her ear.
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TabooI was only nineteen and my world was over! One little clerical error and I was no longer eligible for the student loan I needed to get me through my next semester. I didn’t even have family that could help me. My mother was a waitress living paycheck to paycheck, and my father died when I was six. I had been in a daze of disbelief when I left the college’s office, where Mrs. Banks had broken the bad news. I had known the moment I walked in and saw that she was smiling at me with a look of...
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TabooZone Defense, written as Gavin E. BlackChapter OneNathan Kent wasn't thrilled with the idea of completing his final year of college at a completely different institution from where he'd started, but the opportunity to join one of the top varsity football teams had been too much of a temptation to pass up. The truth of the matter, Nathan was glad to have an excuse to move away. His last relationship had ended badly, and the thought of having to play a defensive position in conjunction with his...
Gay MaleMy heart was pounding in a symphonic surge as I lingered in front of the hotel room door. I checked and rechecked the metal plate bolted to the rich, dark oak. Number 2412. Yes, this was definitely the right room. The hallway corridor was empty. The dimly lit sconces glowed invitingly along the richly textured walls. They had led the way from the elevator of the lushly swank boutique hotel, The Hazelton, just like beacon lights leading me towards the precipice of a decision I still wasn’t sure...
Reluctance“Have you ever had any… kinky fantasies?” I asked my boyfriend one day. We were lying in bed together one Sunday morning, still breathing hard from our last orgasms. The rain was coming down outside, and it was a perfect day to spend wrestling in the sheets, and enjoying the inherent laziness of the day. Marc, my boyfriend of the past three years, rose up on one elbow. “Well, that depends. What do you mean by kinky?” I grinned and rolled over to face him. “You know… something you’ve always...
TabooSo these won’t really be like stories. At least not yet since I don’t really know how to make up stuff like the writers on here. It will be more like a diary or a blog to tell you about the sex things and other things in my life. This first diary entry I’m gonna give you some background so you understand why I picked this guy for my first time. So this happened yesterday and I’m writing quite fast because I’m so excited so if I spell stuff wrong or whatever, hey it’s my first story ok? So...
First Time“I’m Brooklyn, and… whatever… I guess I’m a sex addict.” I glared at the group of pathetic faces in the circle surrounding me. This is so fucking lame. Why did I sign up for this? It was bad enough that I’d had to endure public humiliation when the scandal broke, but being away from the city in this touchy feely rehab centre set my nerves more on edge than they did to soothe them, which I’m sure was their original intention. From the moment I’d checked into The Belleview Retreat for Sexual...
AnalShe needed to have her senses challenged, to feel nature close to her; she didn’t want to hug-a-tree, she wanted the trees to hug her. Feeling more at home sitting on the wooden staircase than anywhere else, she observed the door that lead out into the front of the property. She stared, admiring the beauty of the oak grain, before raising her head to look up to the small window above the door frame. Before she arrived at her new home in a new state with her family, watching wispy clouds drift...
Masturbation“You okay?"Startled and embarrassed, Tina leapt from her chair as she slammed her laptop closed. Spinning around, her over-sized, red Jackson High Jaguars tee shirt fell into place from her waist area to just below her sex, but not before Chris glimpsed her lack of any pubes.“What the fuck are you doin’ in here!? Get out! Get the fuck out you little perv!”Standing there in just his white Jockey’s, he had caught enough sight of the porn on her laptop screen before she slammed it and noticed her...
IncestScott sat staring out the passenger window of his dad’s old beat up Ford truck. It had been five years since he had last seen his dad, so the long ride from the airport to the farm was silent. He was only there now because his mother told him that his father needed the help and it was the proper thing to do. He had been twelve when his father remarried and Scott had not seen him since a few months before that. Once the marriage went through, his Mom had kept him from seeing his father. But...
Taboo"I'm telling you Hank, that girl is a slut! She runs around like a wild animal, staying out all hours of the night, and always with different men! Older men, Hank! I swear, I think some of them are even giving her money! She's completely out of control! I just can't take it anymore!" The screeching sound of Gloria's voice was like a hot wire on my nerves, and instantly brought back unwanted memories of our past marriage. Feeling the instinctive urge to yell back rise in my throat, I pulled the...
TabooShe watched her professor speak during the period. Things that were better left unsaid were beginning to crowd her mind. It was as if she couldn’t help herself. Every time she sat in her chair for class, her eyes focused straight on him, and didn’t leave him until the hour ended. He was a man of strength and intelligence. His shrewd blue eyes didn’t miss anything, and she was almost positive he had already noticed her admiring glances. His body didn’t help matters. She knew he had been in the...
Taboo“I just don't see how you can't bring your work with you, Greg. We haven't seen my parents in a long time and now you 're suddenly too swamped at work to come,” her nagging voice echos from the bathroom as she does her hair. Lying in bed still, drinking my coffee and trying to read the newspaper, I let her whine. She has known about this project at work for some time now, knowing how busy it has been keeping me. It isn't a sudden thing. I've pointed this out to her more than once, but she...
TabooJustin was twenty-eight when he returned to the States. After two tours with the Marines, he found adjusting to civilian life to be more difficult than he expected. Unable to find a decent, full-time job, he managed to line up some auto repair work on the side. It wasn’t much, but those old jobs did keep his bills paid. With no other option, he moved back into his parent’s home with his younger sister, Reese.He didn't really mind. Being too broke to have a girlfriend meant he wasn't ready for a...
IncestSterling smacked my ass, spun me around and pushed me against the wall. “I'm going to fuck you standing up,” he said. “Right here and now.” “You're getting married to my sister,” I said. “So I'm going to have to say no.” “I'm going to fuck you,” he said. “Sooner or later.” His lips moved toward mine and I found myself puckering up to meet them. He tasted of whiskey and apples with an overlay of cinnamon. I think the cinnamon came from the gum he was chewing. I moved my face away from his. “Do...
TabooI escaped my fucked-up life into late-night erotic fantasies for years as waves crashed onto the sand beneath my balcony. I frequented my favorite site and started writing stories after becoming enamored with an author. Her stories had dirty, rough stuff I loved but also sensual and tender in a way I tried to emulate but couldn't master. I fantasized she spent hours getting aroused reading my words as I did hers. When she joined a new site, I quickly followed, seizing an opportunity to become...
Straight Sex“I’m Kylie, and I’m a sex addict.” I tried not to cry. It would have made things exponentially more embarrassing than just standing in front of the room telling a group of strangers that I was basically a sexual deviant. I bit down on my lower lip instead, producing just enough sharp discomfort to keep the girly tears back. I couldn’t believe I had really committed to this. Of course, I guess one could argue that I wasn’t very good with commitments, as it was. Ever since the depraved incident...
Group SexFor the first few weeks working at Joelle’s, my feet never really touched the floor. This was everything I had dreamed of, and more. In case you don’t know about her - though I’d be curious if you didn’t - Joelle’s the woman who turned makeup into a true art. Where others only “applied” lipstick, rouge and eye shadow, she painted with an artist’s skill and turned the plainest women into goddesses, into true artwork. Nobody knew her surname, and nobody needed to. All the big stars flocked to her...
SpankingAidan Black stared at the online text that flashed up onto the screen. ‘I luv ur stories!’ He yawned, and took another sip of his Jack Daniels. He quickly typed a reply and then leaned back in his chair. ‘What do you like about them?’ He smiled at the long pause. All these fans are the same, he thought to himself. Innocent young girls that dream of being treated like dirty sluts and too afraid to tell their college boyfriends that doggy-style after a long alcohol-fused pub crawl just wasn’t...
ReluctanceI watched his plane lift off and disappear into the eastern sky. As I slowly walked across the airport terminal to the parking lot, I tried to compose myself as I wiped the last few tears from my cheeks. I could still feel his lips on my lips and the lingering scent of his shaving soap was still with me, but both sensations were rapidly vanishing. As I climbed into the car, I leaned back one last time saying good-bye to the man I loved. The feeling of the strength of his arms around me in our...
VoyeurRobyn thought about sex a lot. She craved sex. Robyn wanted to feel a man’s strong masculine hands all over her naked body, to hear him whisper dirty words in her ear and make her pussy sopping wet.She imagined his hands pulling her hair back and his tongue in her ear as his thick hard cock penetrated her wet cunt. She wanted to feel his bulging biceps caress her sides and the feel of his sweat mixing with hers on their warm wet bodies.Just then Robyn looked up and saw bright red brake lights...
MILFAh, Melissa. That’s a name that brings back fond memories of a time of passion and illicit romance. Even now, I can taste the hint of cinnamon on her lips and sense the subtle fragrance of an obscure flower that was the essence of the perfume she wore.Melissa and her husband, a stoic and foolish man whose unpronounceable name I have chosen to forget, lived in the same apartment complex as I. Even so, she might never have come to my attention if not for the fact that we did our laundry at the...
Hardcore(episode 31) Prelude to the Party: After finding out about Mary Beth’s kinky tryst at the lesbian club and also allowing myself to participate in Jennifer’s twisted drug-fueled gang bang, I found myself in a very strange mood. In fact it was like being apathetic, ashamed, strangely aroused and creeped out all at once. Despite all the bizarre events of the past weekend, I thought I’d try to maintain my relationship with Mary Beth. I figured my participation in Jennifer’s twisted orgy and Mary...
College SexMilena's story My name is Milena and I work in a well-known chain of Opticians on the high street. When the manageress of our store suggested that we have a ‘wear what you want day’ I was excited. I’ve always been one for fancy dress. Then she added one or two caveats. We must be decent and not wear anything that brings the business into disrepute. Knowing me, that was a tall ask, but hey ho! She said it would be good for morale and create a talking point among customers and attract passing...
Quickie SexCrystal blue eyes. The type that on another girl could look dramatic or vulnerable. Even soul piercing. But squinted by a smile too small for her boxy face and caked with a thick rim of black makeup, she appeared exactly how she really was: trying too hard. “Just this once.” Giggling, Blake’s blonde girlfriend rounded the desk countertop. Craned her neck to look up at him as she pulled the white drawstring of his swim shorts. So predictable. But Blake felt his dick warm and thicken. He...
Taboo“I thought we’d shake things up a little.” Megan watched her boyfriend produce the unassuming white letter-length envelope and lay it on the black laminate bar, nudging it her way. She watched his face for a telltale sign but his only response was to grin back at her and wink. “What is this?” she asked coyly, a slow smile spreading across her face. It had been five years to the date since they’d first met and while she’d been hoping for a small blue box from Tiffany’s with the clear-cut...
TabooThe power she had over me was immediate and irresistible. I tried to avert my attention, but she sparkled in the August sunlight. My wife and I were greeting our new neighbors shortly after the moving van pulled away on Friday. They were from Connecticut, an attractive couple with a high-school daughter that was a heavenly vision.It was the coquettish way she delighted in the effect she had on me that let me know she was trouble. At least I should have known.The fact that the others didn’t seem...
TabooSarah was nervously fidgeting in her seat, her warm brown eyes constantly shifting back and forth between Mr. Wilson and the empty notebook on her desk. Sarah was a lovely combination of pretty and adorable. Her petite frame stood at 5’3 when on her tippy-toes. Her lovely pale-skinned face was adorned with freckles. And her long hair was a beautiful yet unusual shade of auburn. “Your mom said that you need help studying for your college entrance exams; is that right?” Mr. Wilson questioned. ...
TabooI had to lose almost everything before I came to my senses, sitting there at the dining table with my boyfriend Todd - watching him gamble away everything he owned and, as it turned out, a few major things that I owned too. I never considered myself to be stupid, but much as a frog stays in water that slowly warms up to a boil without noticing what is going on, it somehow didn't concern me when he stopped winning at poker and started to lose. It didn't concern me that the new car I was...
Taboo“You sure you don’t mind writing the letter?” “Not at all. I’m glad to help out Wendy.” I replied to Laura. We work at the same company in different departments. Our paths cross in the hallways, break room and the other usual places. We got to the same happy hours and other events. She’s really terrific looking for a woman ten years older than me. I’ve tried to initiate a little off-work fun, but it’s been a no-go. She won’t date anyone from the same company, even though we...
TabooMike, Enough endless talking. You once said that it is not bragging if one can back up one’s words with action, and now it has come time to back up your words, mon petit. Please see attached; everything has been arranged. Yours, Jen. No further explanation.A ‘click,’ a mental turn as my brain processed those three short sentences, and time quite changed, my vision dimming as I read the attachment. It read as follows:Dear Mr. Stone,Thank you for choosing Alaska Airlines. Please make note...
AnalI think I fell in love with Claire the first time I saw her, standing with her team mates in her hockey kit in the queue for dinner in the refectory of our University Hall of Residence. Dark haired, athletically built and sporty, she seemed a long way out of my class. Despite being basically tall and good-looking myself – in great shape after many years playing rugby – there was something about her that I found different from other girls and, frankly, intimidating but I couldn’t get her out of...
Wife LoversLaney Travers walked down the ill-lit corridor and paused outside the doorway to her virtue's doom. Apartment twenty-nine again. Heaven help this well-raised girl. Well, maybe not Heaven ... Mike's voice sounded in her head: “News – real news – is what someone doesn’t want you to know, Laney sweetheart. The rest is fuckin’ propaganda. Keep searchin’ for truth among the bullshit. Rigour, determination, guts – that’s the only kinda newspaperman to be. Or newspaperwoman. Remember that.” He’d...
Hardcore‘To pluck a beautiful flower from the desert is an unpardonable sin.’ – Man Of Mountain, Shoshone Medicine Man My best friend Karla, lived with her dad, Hank, in a trailer until she was eighteen. Then she fixed up an empty trailer, one of those old chrome things with the rounded corners, and moved into it by herself. She used to get spooked in that trailer all by herself. She would call me on the phone and say, “Jan, come over and spend the night. You know I’ve got NetFlix; we’ll rent something...
SupernaturalI love sex. I suppose that doesn't make me unusual. Most women do. My urge to share my desires online isn't so common. Maybe I love the attention, and maybe by sharing, part of me hopes others will share their own desires with me.Such things are never easy to speak of. Maybe it's easier for guys, but I don't know if that's true. I do know some girls find it very difficult to talk about their intimate secrets. I think that's a shame. How can we hope to achieve a satisfying sex life if we are too...
MasturbationI sighed, hit “send” on my email, and wondered if it was time for another trip across the road to Costa. The office was supposed to be air-conditioned, but it didn’t seem to be working today, just when it was most needed. It’s not that I was complaining about the hot weather, it’s just that I’d much rather be out sun-bathing than stuck at my computer all day.Suddenly I heard a voice behind me.“I don’t suppose you’ve got any Ibuprofen, Annie. This heat’s given me a splitting headache, and I must...
Office SexMy boyfriend and I were cuddled together in my bed enjoying the post coital bliss that followed a nice, but not spectacular fuck. I was gently fondling his rapidly deflating penis as he softly massaged my labia - both slippery with various sexual fluids. Devin broke the moment asking, “On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate this?” “Sssh,” I sighed, “Let's just enjoy this.” “Seriously,” he said, “One to ten, with a ten being mind blowing.” “Devin, let it be,” I protested, “Just be quiet.”...
Group SexOn a warm, quiet night, Lauren lay in bed listening, through her open bedroom window, to the deep moans of an unknown woman that was repeatedly brought near climax, only to be edged back from her orgasmic bliss. Lauren’s husband, dead to the world in a deep sleep, lay next to her, oblivious of the other woman but thirty feet outside their window, being ravaged by Jason, who had been their best man just three years ago.Lauren’s fingers were massaging her rock hard nipples as she imagined Jason’s...
CheatingJack’s Story Despite all my reservations, I had agreed to house sit my parent’s place for a month this summer while they were on vacation in Europe. My parents lived in the suburbs and were far from my usual stomping grounds. Literally there was nothing, but nothing, around unless your amusement was the local shopping mall.“Jack,” my father had said, “your mother and I would feel so much more comfortable if you were here. There has been this wave of robberies in this area occurring when people...
MILFIt was just another normal day in the cheese aisle when I first noticed her. Customers came and went as normal buying all manner of chilled foods. The queue at the deli ebbed and flowed as people clamoured for cheese, cold meats and fresh pizzas. It was my job to manage the staff and ensure all the shelves were fully stocked. In hindsight I didn't pay too much attention the first time, but after four days of seeing her visit my aisles I knew every curve of her body! On day one she bought milk...
LesbianAs the door closed behind me I looked at my watch. One a.m. I should be home in less than half an hour. It smelled refreshing and invigorating outside. As I walked to my car the last few drops of his semen ran down my leg. My bra and panties were in my purse. I was dressed in my normal work attire, not having showered after. I was sure I was ripe with the fresh sent of rigorous sex. When I arrived home intended to drop my clothes, get into bed, odorous as I was, and shower in the morning.I...
Cuckold(episode 30) My infatuation with Mary Beth grew during January of 2008. She was damned sexy and really good looking, plus she had one of planet Earth’s best camel toes. Another great thing about Mary Beth was that she was almost as daring and insatiable as Jennifer. However, as February came along, a few problems did arise. Mary Beth was becoming more and more possessive and controlling, and she would get really pissed off about me going over to Brittany and Jennifer’s apartment to study. ...
College SexLate night. Lights glisten on the surface of the road where it rained not long before. I’m about to put my foot down on leaving the village when I catch sight of her. I bring the car to a halt, watching in the mirror as the rear lights redden the black nylon on her legs. Her skirt is short, jacket only waist-length. High heels. Something’s odd about this. You don’t really see hitch-hikers anymore, certainly not ones that look like her. I press the button, letting the window slide down. She...
ReluctanceAngela’s no Angel, that’s for sure. The girl’s got a great pair of tits and she’s definitely not shy about showing them off - which is a bit of a problem given that she’s my girlfriend’s younger sister. I’d been going out with Tina for a few weeks when she decided it was time for me to meet her parents but it was Angela who made a real impression on me. “Do you like my T-Shirt?” she asked, unzipping her sports jacket to reveal a thin white top which was stretched obscenely-tight across the...
AnalMy husband was a very dominant man when we first met. It was a trait I appriciatd in a man and one of the things about him I liked the most. He stayed like that for the two years we dated and through the first year of our marriage. That was until he came to me and told me he was sexually unhappy. I was shocked and confused, trying to think and figure out how he could possibly feel this way. He confessed to me that he was having submissive fantasies and that the thought of being dominated by a...
CuckoldLying on my bed, with my phone pressed against my ear, I listen to you plea with me. “Baby, please, I need you,” I hear you insist on telling me. I hear the want in your voice, making me tremble with need. My fingers roam over my semi-naked body, caressing myself how I would like you to caress me. All I have on are your favourite pair of pink panties. The ones you love so much on me. They fit my perfect ass, as you always love to tell me. “I need you too, baby,” I whisper lightly. “Tell me...
MasturbationLisa was waiting in the early afternoon sunshine. Her body still covered with a little perspiration, initially from her soccer training and then her hot shower. It was quite warm for the early autumn and she had changed back into her regular clothes – beige woollen skirt and grey cardigan. She had her pink bra on underneath and matching panties, which were her boyfriend’s favourites. They had been together a couple of months and he had expressed a liking for them, on more than one occasion. She...
ReluctanceI can still remember the empty echo of my stiletto heels, clicking against the marble floors as I rushed out of the Hazelton Hotel. I felt filthy. I didn’t dare look at the impeccably groomed doorman as he nodded to me while I hurried past him. “Have a good evening Miss,” he said in his well-mannered way. He was oblivious to the debased scene I had just left in Room 2412 as I had successfully turned my first trick as a high-class escort. Yet, why didn’t I feel “high class” at all in that...
ReluctanceShe was so tight she made my loins ache. I wanted inside of her. The slutty little thing wore a shiny lick of a dress that reminded me of the black paint on my favorite ride. Now I wanted to ride her ass just like I ride my bikes, with a lot of speed. No brakes would be needed for that piece of tail; she wasn’t after safety. I could tell by the way all five-foot-nothing of her prowled the bar floor in those spiked stilettos. There was nothing passive or tentative about her. She had game, but...
Quickie SexI finally booked the rustic little cabin in the Gunflint wilderness in northern Minnesota. It had been seven years since I had taken a vacation, and I was looking forward to the peace and quiet of complete isolation. The only sounds I wanted to hear for the next week were the cries of the loons and the distant howls of the wolves that inhabited this piece of heaven. I packed a couple of knapsacks and loaded up my car. I headed north up I-35 out of Minneapolis to one of the last little pieces of...
Love Stories(episode 32) A sinking depression had hit me as the spring semester of my senior year came to a close. Actually, I think it was more of feeling of being very nostalgic, but I thought I was depressed. Fraternity parties, socials with sororities, football tailgate parties at our rental house, weekends clubbing downtown as a group, fraternity intramural sports, initiating pledges, riding my motorcycle up the stairs of the frat house during parties, wearing panties on our heads, funneling beer,...
College SexWith the familiar hiss of air brakes releasing and a blast of diesel smoke, the bus pulled out of Des Moines, heading west again on Interstate-80 ultimately bound for Denver. I’d boarded late that morning in Chicago, and now, as evening approached, we were once again rolling westward… at least until the next small town with a Greyhound Bus stop required another detour. As strange as it might sound, I love riding the bus – or, more accurately I suppose, I despise flying; the cramped conditions,...
Straight SexI should be ashamed. But I’m not. It’s been six months since it happened; and up until now, I’ve kept my mouth shut. Now, I’ve chosen to be bold. Why? Well, it’s my resolution for 2015: to hell with what people think. I resolved to chase my worries with an imaginary lick of salt and a virtual shot of Patron, throwing all inhibitions over my shoulder. (Yes, I’m still trying to convince myself; it’s a work in progress.) By the way, this is a true story – hence the declarations. Some may condemn...
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