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| 80-160 ...strangled cry.... |
“What?” I leaned in to hear her over the band, but it was pointless.
“frum-ndy” She yelled again.
She saw my eyes moving down. “Stop staring at them!!” She slapped me on the shoulder and blushed, though I wasn’t sure if she was mad or flirting.
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Risking rejection and honor, my body took charge and I took her by the hand. “Do you want to go upstairs?”
I couldn’t believe what was happening. I felt her sweaty palm in mine as we wove through the crowd. The bass beat shook the floor as she unbuckled my jeans and did the same to her own.
She pressed back against me quicker than I expected.
“Oh fuck!” she gave a strangled cry and quivered.
Moments later, as the music throbbed, I gave the same response and filled her in time with the music.
“Thanks Cindy.” I pulled her close.
She turned, glaring. “It’s MINDY!!”
My cheek was red for a week.
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“Tense and nervous, can’t relax” The lyrics filled my head. She cornered me after weeks of flirting. Her painted-on jeans and hippy-girl t-shirt left little to my imagination. I followed as fast as I could, scared, fearing discovery and the hell-fire that would ensue, the epic level shit hitting the world’s largest fan. My feet tripped as she pulled me through the door.
She turned and pulled my jeans to my knees engulfing me in one swallow.
“Are you ready for this?” she was sinister in look and tone as she stood, leaving her clothes gathered at her ankles.
“Do it!” she commanded.
She braced herself against the narrow walls, forcing me loudly against the flimsy door.
We moved and climaxed as in heat until the pounding on the door was too loud to ignore.
“Did you fuck her?” The strangled cry echoed through the house.
“Who is that?” I asked, suddenly ashamed.
She kissed me hard, “My girlfriend. RUN!”
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Rushed, hurried, instinctive, and most definitely upstairs for some reason. This is not tender, or planned, or even vaguely consensual on his part. This is a woman in charge. I never saw this as him doing her, it was always her show to command and control.
The first one is based, loosely, on a real life even where I met a beautiful blond, danced with her all night, and then, when I went to pick her up for our first real date (this happened freshmen year at college), I introduced myself to her dad and called him by a completely wrong name. She had told me her name in the college dance hall and written down her first name and phone number.
I left as quick as I could while trying to patch things up with whats-her-name.... It was our only date.
The second one came to mind first, a rebellion fuck, a leap to the other team, a shot back at a crumbling relationship, or maybe a self-willed attempt to break free. I don't know, but for me, this picture screamed 'lesbian break-up sex." And not the good kind.
As usual, go to Panser's house while he's gone and use his shower and nice towels, and then leave a link for your own story....
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