Still tinglingly warm from my shamelessly long shower and wrapped in a comfortable robe, I sat down at my desk in the small room that I rented from a high-school friend and had every intention of reviewing my mid-term work for my last undergraduate semester.
Of course, I ended up surfing porn. That's why I was achingly, pleasantly, anxiously hard, my cock throbbing and aching to be caressed when there came a soft tap at the door. It wasn't Sean. Sean knocked. Analise, then. Great!
"Just a sec," I called, making sure my browser was minimized and my robe was arranged modestly. By the time I was about to call out again, though, she was already pushing the door open.
Analise was a regular in Sean's stable. I didn't know how he kept so much eager pussy around, and Analise was the biggest mystery of all. She knew about most all of the other girls that floated in and out of Sean's very active sex life. And yet she was the one most frequently to be found around the house, usually in arousing stages of undress.
True to form, she was now wearing no more than an old tee shirt. Beneath its hem, her moist, creamy thighs moved enticingly. Against the careworn cloth, the soft outline of her unbound tits and firm nipples played deliciously. Her full, shapely lips were curled in a naughty smile that revealed her perfect pearly teeth, moist in the soft light of my desk lamp. Her short-bobbed black hair cupped her face, accentuating her fine features, her supple neck, the soft curve of her shoulders.
I could've cum in just a couple strokes right then and there.
"What are
you
up to," she smiled as she strode provocatively into my room.
"Just... um, schoolwork, mostly," I answered, surreptitiously turning my desk chair slightly away from her and sliding my near hand to my knee to better conceal my arousal.
"What's up with you," I shot back, trying to sound nonchalant.
"I'm bored! Bored... stiff!" Had she put that emphasis in there or was I just imagining it? "Wanna raid," she suggested before I could fully consider what she'd said and how she'd said it. She enjoyed playing Warcraft even more than Sean and I it seemed sometimes. We'd spent lots of hours together adventuring in the virtual landscape, and she was frequently quite naughty in her online banter.
Now, smelling her hot skin in my room, seeing her just a meter away, was a bit overwhelming. "I'm... just finishing up some work," I said, lamely, then offered, "Maybe in a half-hour or so."
She pouted so sweetly that I felt my insides melting. Then her pout curved into a wicked and provocative grin. "Can I help?" Before I could protest, she slipped behind my chair and turned me slightly to face my screens. She slid her face next to mine, her hair tickling my ear and neck as she regarded my home screen.
"What are you working on," she asked, seductively.
"Uhm... Senior thesis," I replied, sliding my hand to the mouse and pulling up the word document that I'd abandoned earlier. "Uh-huh," she said, her hot breath washing across my neck and shoulder. She took a moment to take it in, then slid her hand gently over mine on the mouse.
"I see, you've got a strong argument there," she murmured. "And your sources...?" She gently nudged the cursor over my browser and brought her finger down on top of mine, opening the window up full-screen.
"Mmm," she purred, gazing at the lewd image displayed on my screens; a lush, full set of lips wrapped around a thick, juicy cock. "So," she said, seductively, "you're linking the profit incentive inherent in capitalism with the masculine urge to ejaculate into new and emerging markets," she teased.
