This is the second installment of Ellen's journey into discovering lust. In the first installment entitled, "I can't believe I'm doing this!" Ellen, a rather innocent college student, went to a wild party invited by her skanky sorority sis. To her surprise, she got soundly and enthusiastically fucked and swept off her feet by the handsome host, Jack. A couple of days later, she has a plan to connect with Jack again. Enjoy her discovery of her own lusty nature.
I can't believe I am taking these nude selfies of myself to send Jack. I am standing in front of the mirror with my cellphone snapping pictures of my bare breasts in my new pink panties bought just for him. This is just not like me. The folks back home in South Dakota would never believe I could do this. Hell, I can't believe I'm doing it. But I can't stop. Jeez, it was even my idea, not his.
He's in my mind constantly. We had mind-blowing sex that night in a group at his party and afterwards all night in his bedroom, but that's not it. It is simply that I want to give myself to him. I want him to want me like I want him. I can see in my mind's eye, him, gorgeous, masculine him, walking among women who are beautiful and attractive. He can have any of them. I know that. But I want him to be thinking of me. I need my hot, nude photo to be on his smartphone a click away to know I am his, totally. I am better than any of those other women.
He loved the long, dark, silky pubic hair on my pussy. He said so and stroked it lovingly as we snuggled. I can still feel his hands touching me everywhere. Here, let me take off my panties and give him a photo of my dark brown bush. I hope he can see the desire in my eyes as I display my body. If you can read my mind, Jack when you see this photo, I hope you see how I am offering myself completely to you.
I could never understand why girls texted nude selfies to their boyfriends until now. It simply an instinctive mating fertility display like most animals have. In humans, it's the female that displays to attract the opposite sex. Makeup, sexy clothing, colorful nails and extreme hair are all just a part of it. Displaying our tits and ass is when we get serious. Even knowing this intellectually, I can't stop myself following these new instincts. My mind is consumed with thoughts of Jacks eyes staring at my firm, young body and then confidently approaching me filled with sexual lust. The danger, the heart-racing excitement, the ecstasy.
There we go. I'll text him the three best ones. I hope he likes them. Please call me, Jack. Please text me back. I'm better than those other girls. Give me the chance to show you.
As I'm waiting for his reply, I remember the manly, animal grunting noise he made just before he mounted me missionary-style. I can almost feel the weight of his body slide over and cover me. My hands go to the small of his muscular back and his ass-muscles clinch as he drives his cock into my center. The deep masculine groaning and rutting sounds in my ear are so erotic. My vagina is gushing now simply remembering it. I rub my knees together so that the lips of my pussy slide together sweetly. I want to masturbate but I won't. It's such a poor substitute compared to being with him. I want to be hungry for sex when we meet, the hungrier, the better.
My cell buzzes. The text is here. My heart skips a beat.
"Great pics, sweetie. You are so beautiful."
Oh, sweet joy! I text back quickly. "Thanks Jack. I just want you thinking about me." Oh no, I'm acting like a high school girl. What's he going to think of me. Hell, I'm twenty, not some kid. Dammit.
Another buzz on my phone, another text, "Come over tonight about five o'clock."
Wow. He likes me. "Sure, Jack. I'd love to."
"Sweet. And I really loved that school pleated skirt and blouse you were wearing. Do me a favor and wear it again."
"Sure, Jack. Whatever you want." I hope he gets my hidden meaning.
"See you at five."
Oh my god, I'm going to be with him again.
I approach his home a bit early.
Jack lives in the best looking townhouse on the street. He and his dad's big construction company likely built it. I blush when I recognize the front door and know that very soon he will have his way with me. I've heard that expression in the past but never really knew its true meaning until now. Jack can have his way with my body and do anything he wants. I'm simply his. His pleasure is my pleasure. Sending that nude selfie sealed the deal.
I ring his doorbell and Jack swings the door wide with a big smile on his gorgeous face. He is more handsome than I remembered. My legs feel weak suddenly.
"Come on in Ellen. It's great to see you again."
He takes my hand, pulls me towards him, gives me a sweet kiss on my cheek and swings me inside with one motion. His manly odor fills my nostrils stirring my senses like an aphrodisiac. I so want to hold him close to my body but that would be so forward. In South Dakota where I come from, the man makes all the first moves. If a girl initiates, she earns a reputation of being a slut.
Closing the door, his strong hand moves to my lower back and guides me down the short hallway to his living room. Further down the hallway, his bedroom door is open. My heart skips a beat as the memories of our passionate love making in there washes over me. Soft music plays in the background.
"Have a seat on the sofa. Let me get you a drink. I have beer, white wine, coke. What's your pleasure?"
"Wine would be nice."
Jack turns and walks away. There is that great butt of his in faded blue jeans.
I sit on the black leather sofa and look around the room. It's much different in the daytime than the night of the party. I can see that Jack has nice taste. My body is almost vibrating with desire. I find it hard to sit calmly. This powerful feeling has been rising since Jack texted me to come over. I showered and trimmed my pubic hair to make it perfect. I put on my new sexy lacy pink bra and panty set bought the day after the party just for him. It was so embarrassing to have those white granny panties on when he pulled them down and off at the party.
Putting on the new pink panties and looking in the mirror I almost died of embarrassment to see the camel toe notch of my pussy and my lush light brown pubic bush clearly behind the see-through mesh at the crotch. When Jack sees these he will know I want him to do me. That will be so obvious. In the couple of hours since I put on those sexy undies I would often think of them and blush. On the subway coming over here I had a strange feeling men could somehow see my see-through crotch under my skirt. I felt so exposed and kept my knees tightly together blushing whenever I made eye contact with any man.
Of course I also put on my pleated skirt and white blouse that Jack asked me to wear. I even asked Betty my most feminine sorority sister for a spray of her flowery perfume. I must buy some for myself. I hope Jack likes it. Betty said it was a famous French brand.
And now here I am at my most attractive best delivered to Jack in his manly home. I nervously run my hands down my skirt over my thighs to release some pent up energy. Then thinking about the see-through crotch of my panties again my lust level rises.
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