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Sometimes I wonder when you are fantasizing someone right in front of them when they are talking to you, eye to eye, can they feel it? Like if I try to undress you with my eyes, will you know?
No, of course, you don’t. You are no mind-reader. But I suppose he is.
Honestly, I like to play situations in my head. Things that may or may not happen. Like making out with your hot chemistry teacher inside the science lab. Having a tongue battle with your music teacher when he is playing the guitar. That bartender is massaging your bareback with his firm muscular arms, etc., etc.
I can’t help it; it comes automatically when I see someone as sexy as Brandon Flynn, and I wish I could just throw him against a wall and kiss the hell out of him. Sadly, you can’t just do that with random strangers or someone who does not pay you any attention. It gives you a certain amount of satisfaction, though. If you can’t do it, then just imagine doing it. What’s wrong with that?
But he did. My best friend, hot and sexy, Mark Jones. He was in his bedroom almost naked, pacing back and forth with a journal in his hand and a pen in his soft reddish lips. My brain just immediately started some flashbacks that never happened between us.
I went to him and put my hands around his neck; I started to kiss him until he ran out of breath. We took a second of the break and started it again. His hands are hovering at my back, and then they disappeared down my hips. He grabbed my flesh and pressed his body against me. I could feel his muscular chest against my almost flat breasts, but the nipples had gone hard now, and I wish he could grab them, fondle them with his strong hands.
“Paige? When did you get here?”
I shook my head. It was just a random fantasy I was having and now let’s face the reality.
“Oh, I just got in here… watching you are so busy with something that you didn’t even notice me.”
“Oh, this? It’s nothing. Just my journal I used to write back in the school days. “
He got a little closer to me, “how long have you been watching me?”
“Not long…maybe for a few seconds… was going to interrupt you.”
“Oh, you should. After all, I came back here after so long. We didn’t have any physical contact for years. It feels so good…”
He said something, but I was lost again. Lost in my dirty imaginations, doing naughty things to my best friend’s body right here, right in his room. He was tantalizingly close now, and his oozing body heat was just driving me in towards him. I threw myself on him, and we locked lips without a second thought.
“But..”
Oh my God, he is really close, and this time I’m not hallucinating. Mark looked at my lips. We are unexpectedly close now. So close that I could pull down his boxer if I want to. But I wouldn’t do that… I like to take things slow. I’ve got patience. He has a nice young body with an amount of body hair that is considered sexy to me. Even though he was looking at my eyes now, I focused on his sexy chest. I noticed down his navel that has a line of hair and how it disappeared under his boxer.
He must have some hair down there and he hasn’t saved them for quite somedays.
No, he hasn’t got that straight up yet but I wish he had. So I could touch him on that excuse.
“But I will write another journal this year.”- His voice was deep and seductive. Even that moment, he whispered those non-sexual words, they threw a new level of anticipation throughout my body. Now I am just getting horny by the way his breaths fall on my exposed neck. I wished he could just stop or start, but he was doing neither of that.
Mark was plainly building anticipation, seducing me, and like me, he was undressing me with his eyes. I noticed his boner under that boxer he was wearing. And if I am confident enough with my sexual experiences, I can tell that he is 6 inches or so.
He licked his lips and looked at me through his long eyelashes. Now I realize how every girl in high school was crazy for this guy. He is unbelievably sexy.
And finally, he kissed me. That slow and long passionate kiss. His hands were resting on my neck, and his thumbs were caressing the back of my earlobes. Instinctively, I reached out and placed my hands on his chest. Feeling his pounding heartbeat underneath, I bit his bottom lip.
He had a small amount of beard on his cheek that complimented his charming bad-boy look well. And besides, his hair was a little soaked, possibly from sweat due to working out, falling on his forehead, which was a win-win thing for his extra sexiness.
It sent me an urge to my veins to lick him all the way down, and I didn’t think twice. I moved my lips to his cheek and then to his neck. I stayed there sometimes, sucking on his skin with all the passion I had in my body. I used the tip of my tongue to lick his earlobe. I heard him groaning, and I knew instantly that I was doing it right.
My hands didn’t need my instructions. They were hovering around his body without asking me where to go. And I didn’t really know where to take them because,
“I want all of you,”- I whispered to his ear and blew little air as I spoke. Mark closed his eyes in response. His jawline is hard now, and so his manhood. I looked as it got straight up and stuck out from his underwear as if inviting me for a grab.
It was enough for my sexual drive to accelerate, but I wanted to do it slowly so I could do everything to him. Everything.
I closed my eyes and kissed him around his collarbone. My one hand slowly moving at his back and the other hand around his chest. His nipples. They are as sensitive as mine. I sucked on them and licked and nibbled.
Mark Jones groaned.
I used my lips to explore his chest all the way up in slow-motion, nibbling, and sucking him in-between. The tip of my tongue traced his lightly-haired abdomen as I delicately moved my hand to his erect penis, letting his boxer fall at his feet.
I took a grab of it; it fits in my hand well. It was not so thick but enough for me. Mark looked down at me through his long, thick lashes. The sexual tension was written all over his body. His muscles and chest are seductively wet with his perspiration. His heart pounded fast as he gasped, saying, “take it.”
I traced my fingers around the curves of his penis, optionally grabbing his balls with my other hand. I liked the feel of it. I liked the way my pointer finger and thumb stroked it back and forth while I was spitting my saliva on it.
He did have some hair down there, so I wasn’t going to take it in my mouth. But Mark enjoyed the scene of me stroking his hard-on between my fingers as I looked up at him, my lips are swelled and open. They have become red with the blood of arousal.
Mark gasped in the anticipation, but he didn’t know that I wasn’t going to do that.
“What’re you doing?”- he panted.
I started to touch myself in response to that, and then I realized how wet I was. Mark removed my hand from his genitals and pulled me up with a hand on my shoulder. We kissed for some time, exchanging our tongues and saliva inside of our mouths.
He normally does not taste anything specific, but his saliva somewhat tastes like my morning breath, raw and rotten type. Based on my sexual experience, I’m telling you that men’s spit contains testosterone, which turns us on even though you are not really aroused. But my case was different. I was already aroused and dripping wet; his mouth did an extra job to that.
Holding my head with his one hand, he rested his other hand behind my back, just at the top of my hips. He moved his lips slowly to my neck and kissed me there for sometimes. I tilted my head in rhythm to his lips.
Mark then loosened my dress by the shoulder strap and kissed my arms. The short black dress fell on my feet. I was not wearing any bra this time, so he didn’t have to wait long to kiss my boobies.
I watched as his red tongue licked my hard small nipples, and his other hand squeezing my leftie softly.
This was getting me weak on my knees, and I leaned in at Mark for support. He bent on his knees, kissed my boobs for sometimes, and then rubbed his hands down to all over my body. Mark removed my panty. As he did so, his arms rubbed against the bare skin of my inner thigh.
My entirely naked body seemed to satisfy his eyes as he looked up at me and smirked. I put my hands on his hair, slowly tugging and stroking from the root.
He’s loving it.
Mark closed his eyes,
“Hmm…it feels so good when you do that.”- He smiled.
Looking at me with his eyes full of lust and passion, he slipped his fingers on my vagina. He rubbed my clit and labia, often inserted his fingers inside of me and rubbed me again.
I looked at him as he did so. His eyes are dangerously seductive, and his mouth partly open. I didn’t make any noise and mirrored his expression until I couldn’t take it anymore.
I threw my head back as I came in his fingers, and my little moans echoed through the room. He did it a few times and gave me orgasms at each.
“You like that, don’t you?”- he asked, slowly kissed my bellybutton while cupping my ass in his hands.
“Hmmm yeah, it feels so good.”- I smiled
“I want to make you feel good again. Both of us, actually.”
Mark laid me down and placed his body on top of me in a missionary position.
“Which position is your favorite, again?”
“Ride, and missionary.”- I replied
“Missionary is it?”- he smiled and pulled out a condom from his drawer.
“We don’t need it. I want you raw.”- I said. Upon hearing so, he tossed the condom smiling at me, and then thrust himself inside me. I gasped at the sudden contact and enjoyed every inch of his penis as he pounded me in a fast and quick motion. Again and again.
He was relentless and dominating. I loved it. I also loved the view of the afternoon sunshine breaking through the windows and falling on his olive skin tone as the sweat beads on his skin shimmered in the light. I loved it as he pulled my legs back and up and placed a pillow under my hips.
He penetrated himself deeper and deeper inside of my vagina, and it felt like I was going to explode in pleasure. I moaned as I watched him pushing his dick into me over and over, sometimes fast and sometimes gradually, only to pace back to his full speed again.
He grabbed my boob and pinched my nipple slightly, and as he felt I was so close to cum, he stopped on his track. Leaning down, Mark kissed me on the neck and sucked my earlobe. He pushed his dick into me again. My tight and soaking vagina hugged his dick, perfectly waiting for his warm liquid inside.
“Please don’t stop!”- I cried in glee, completely forgetting his family members outside of the room.
“Please don’t stop!”- I repeated. I was so close to my third orgasm on the same day with the same person in the same room.
“I won’t.”- He clenched his jaw, and I realized he was also near the eruption. I felt my toes curling, and an electric sensation went through the veins on my feet. He was on his knees, holding my legs up, and he groaned as he came close.
Pulling back, he shot his warm fluid on my boobs, on my hard nipples. I saw as his dick pulsated, and he jerked it back and forth to let out all the juices. His loud moans echoed through the room as he did so and rubbed his vibrating penis on my liquified, hard nipples. He knocked on my teat with the tip of his cock and rubbed it momentarily.
After he is done, he laid back next to me, gasping for air. We both were all sweaty and me especially, soaked with juices all over, on my boobs and in my pussy and butthole.
“Satisfied?”-Marked looked at me with his hands on his chest, smiling in-between short breaths.
“Yes, but I’m not done yet.”
I threw my body on top of him and rode him till the sunset.
