Note: The following story is completely factual and depicts actual events between myself and the main character. Our names have been changed for anonymity purposes. Given that this is my first erotic story submission any thoughts or suggestions about this piece would be greatly appreciated.
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Day 1
For several weeks I had had a goal...I needed to have sex with Dante Gudino if it was the last thing I did before I moved upstate for college in the fall. There was something so intriguing, so mysterious about him, that, to this day I can't pinpoint exactly what it was. He was quiet and kept mostly to himself, speaking only when our teacher would call on him to answer a question, which he did so grudgingly. It wasn't until very late in our senior year that I took notice of him. It was always sideways glance here, a smile there, until one day during the forensics class we shared, we struck up a conversation, about what, I couldn't tell you. By the time the period had ended we decided to ditch the rest of the day and walk back to his house, chatting the entire walk home. Soon I found myself confiding in him, and telling him more about myself then I ever had to anyone I'd literally just started speaking to. He was so easy going, and funny, that I quickly realized I had seriously misjudged him, and I could not have been happier about it. When we arrived at his house we shared a cigarette or two and headed on inside. We continued with small talk on his couch for a bit until suddenly we fell into a bit of an uncomfortable silence. I was about to say something, when all of a sudden Dante leaned over and kissed me! And I must say it was totally hot. The moment however , was ruined two minutes later when I realized how badly I needed to use the bathroom. When I returned to the living room I found Dante sitting on the couch with a smile on his face.
"I believe you're in my spot." I said walking up to him slowly.
"Oh yeah," Dante replied, "So what are you gonna do about it?" he asked, with a taunting smile playing on his lips.
With that, I came up to him and straddled his lap, and with my arms around his neck I kissed him, trying to tell him through my kiss just how badly I wanted him. Dante in response wrapped his arms around me, his hands trailing down my back, to my waist, and finally lower, cupping my ass in his big hands. I began to grind my pussy into his lap, though dry humping through two pairs of jeans doesn't really give the desired effect. My lips moved to Dante's neck, and I sank my teeth into the flesh of his shoulder as he brutally ran his nails down the length of my back.
"I want to fuck you so bad" Dante said breathless
"Oh God so do, I." I replied "You don't even know how much."
"I could make it so much worse." He said, with an evil glint in his eyes.
"I seriously doubt it." I said, slightly annoyed that I the back of my mind I knew I wasn't getting laid that day, due to feminine issues.
Taking my comment as a challenge, Dante rolled me off his lap and onto my back toward the end of the couch. Cradled in between my legs he began to really kiss my neck, managing to find every erogenous spot, even those I was not aware of. At the same time he lifted my shirt and began to tease my nipples with his hands and tongue.
"Oh please don't do that." I moaned seeking a relief for the intense throbbing in my pussy.
"Why not huh?" he asked, continuing his torment of my nipples.
"Because I want you so fucking bad right now, and I can't have you today, so this is a horrible tease."
Laughing a little, he made his way back to my neck, he asked if he could leave a mark and I said "sure" not realizing what I'd just agreed to. By the time Dante was finished , I had a very noticeable blood red hickey the size of China on my neck, and to both our dismay's I had to be at work in twenty minutes. Before I left Dante asked me a question that would become infamous in later months...
"Rain check?" he asked, smiling.
"Definitely." I agreed, slowly removing myself from his arms.
A short time later I hopped into a cab and went to work, my mind replaying the day's events until I went to sleep that night.