Authors Note: Thanks for the feedback peoples. I'm glad that ya'll like this story thus far and I hope that the next chapter doesn't disappoint. This picks up right where part I left off, so read that one first if you haven't already. Enjoy.
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"Mmmm, well hello sexy" Kevin murmured as he pulled Megan closer. "Definitely not the wake-up call I had in mind, but I ain't complaining."
"Don't blame me," replied the sleepy brunette. "It's your fault I'm here in the first place." Megan's tiny fingers rubbed the arm that was wrapped around her stomach.
Kevin nuzzled her hair to side, allowing him to plant soft kiss on her neck. Megan shivered as she let out a soft moan.
"Ooooh Kevin, don't do that," Megan reached up and buried her hand in his dreads. She meant to stop him, but instead only ended up pulling him closer. "Damn it Kevin please, what the fuck?"
After planting another soft kiss on Megan's neck, Kevin gently exhaled across her ear making her shiver again. When he nibbled on her earlobe, Megan closed her eyes and moaned.
"Oh yeah baby, I got ya now." He thought to himself. He ran his right hand down her hip slowly to the side of her thigh, then back. Even though Megan was laying on his left arm, he was still able run the tips of fingers down the side of her throat.
"Ohh, omigod what are you doing to me Kev,?!" Megan knew she should have gotten out that bed and ran for it. She knew she was the worst kind of slut for letting her man's friend and roommate touch her like this.
She also knew that a wet pussy had about as much of a conscience a hard dick. And her's was already wet enough for her thighs to feel slippery.
"Say the word and I'll stop Meg, but I really don't fucking want to." Kevin slid his calloused guitarist's fingers towards her trembling inner thigh. Despite herself, Megan raised her right leg up and back over his waist to give him access to her wet sex.
"Damn it Kev, we can't do this baby." Megan almost didn't recognize the breathy, submissive voice as her own. Something about Kevin just made her weak for his touch. She let herself go limp against his hard body.
Which was like blood in shark infested waters. The big man slid over, allowing Megan to roll on her back, spreading her thighs for him without even thinking about it.
Pressing himself above her, Kevin drank in the sight and scent of this little dime piece. So small and petite but curvy as hell. Tiny little waist with flaring hips. Slender thighs and muscular calves. And those breasts, which were covered by;
"Hey shorty, didn't I tell you to stop stealing my jersey?" He said, grinning down at her.
