From the idle hands of Thomas Alan Belanger
This is getting to be the familiar situation. He's sitting at his computer waiting for her to come back from her date. Like usual he could hear the two of them on the other side of the door. He could feel the jealousy burning in his ears. It had been weeks since her bedroom. He still wasn't sure why she was mad at him. Shortly after she met a guy on Facebook and started going out about every other night since they met. She unlocks the door and walks through the door.
"So, did you have a good time?" He was not trying to sound snide but that's how it came out. She tosses her purse on the couch and walks to her room. She slams her door making him feel even worse. Sitting in the dark he wasn't about let this get to him. He wasn't about to start thinking about her. The way she smelled, or the way her skin felt. His pants began to constrict his growing erection. He adjusted a few times but it was only making it worse. He takes a deep breath and unzips his pants and pulls his cock out with half the motivation as he still feels guilty thinking about her as he massages his dick. It's an uncomfortable mix of sex and guilt. He begins to massage just under the head of his cock with his forefinger. He tilts back in his desk chair closes his eyes and thinks of her hips holding them close as he slides her pants off she lays back spreading her legs wide for him. He leans in kissing her clit giving it the slightest of tugs with his lips. He holds her to him.
"You taste, so good sweetie." He whispers as he strokes the length of his shaft. He is slow no need to rush. The familiar smells of his deed torture his nose. Pushing past by setting deep in remembering her scent. He imagines kissing her up to her naval then to her chest. The sounds she makes spurns him to keep going hi kisses her breast then in a similar fashion he tugs on the nipple like he did her clit. He's now rapidly massaging his engorged member. It felt hot in his hand yet it did not stop him. Until he feels something off, like eyes watching him. He opens his eyes and looks over to the hallway. There she stood.
"What the fuck..!" He hits the ground hard after his chair kicks hard out from beneath. He quickly trying to button his jeans. She stood there just staring he stood up watching her watch him. "How long were you standing there?" She looked mad but also something else.
"I thought I heard something. I came out to see who you were talking to." She walks into the room wearing her normal sleep clothes. She walks up to him. "Be honest, who were you thinking about?" He blushes as she gets uncomfortably close. His heart thumping away in his chest was helping him focus. He wants to take his anger out on her.
"I was thinking of you." she steps back toward the hallway.
"Why were you thinking of me?" she stayed just that side of the corner. She was making sure there's something solid between the two of them.
"I always think of you. before that day I could only imagine what you tasted like. what you looked like naked. then when it happened my imagination wasn't half as good as the real thing." she could not hide how crimson her face got even in that limited amount of light.
"You didn't cum." looking at her he could see the frustration on her face. "The last time we had sex you didn't cum, why!?" she was no longer frustrated. now she was mad.
"I couldn't, I wanted to but it just didn't happen." she moves across the room in a few steps pushing his chest.
"Lay down." her eyes stared with intensity. "I said lay down!" she pointed to the floor. he lay down with his arms down by his sides. He kneels next to him she unzips his pants. He watches her hands as she delicately takes his cock out of his pants. He feels her warm hands caress his member ever so gently. It did not take him long to get hard. As he glances down at what she is doing to his body. His body was on fire he wanted to move to grab her, kiss her, love her. Her eyes met his and it told him he shouldn't move. She slides her free hand under his shirt. He could feel her fingers furrowing through his man fuzz.
She stands up next to him. She slides her pajama pants down pushing them to one side with her foot. She straddles him. He sees her hesitate for a moment then continues to lower her self on his erection. Ait is pushed down and pinned between him and her soft folds. She meets his eyes and for a second then looks away. She pushes his shirt up then softly rakes her fingers down his chest. He tried not to move but he could feel how he throbbed under her. Could she feel it too? She braces both hands on his chest, sliding her hips back. Her sex glides his length and then back. The rush of the feeling goes to head he moans through his lips. He looks at her and she is smirking at him. She doesn't skip a beat moving ever so slightly. Her movements get more eased as he feels how wet she's getting. As he watches her face for those changes in her expressions her brow shifts and she lifts herself, freeing his cock. She drops her body and he feels his member bring to split her as she starts to take him.
"Wait!" he tries to jump up and stop her. She just digs her nails into his chest and with a grunt forces him back to the floor. She stares at him from through some of her hair that was knocked loose. She looked feral and wanting. He feels her slip over him. This time the tables have turned he has no control. He felt like on some level this was revenge. As she finally rested on his pelvis she released her hold on his chest feeling where her nails had been in his flesh. She sits for a moment not even a twitch. Then he feels it. Her sex was massaging him. It was like nothing he had ever felt before. He grabs her knees to stop himself from doing anything else.
