lot of cuss words before Mike whispers at either Gaby or me, but I don’t know which because my hand is still covering my eyes.
“Shit! Fuck! Oh my God, what are we going to do?”
“He’s in the shower so I suggest you run now before he comes out,” I say.
Mike throws his clothes on quickly, and is out the door carrying his shoes and socks in his arms like some bad TV show on cheats caught on camera. Chuckling to ourselves at the close call, I leave Gaby to get dressed.
Walking back down the hall to Finlay’s room, my plan is to quickly grab my things, take them back to Gaby’s room and try to forget about what just happened with Finlay. Just as I’m about to leave, the bathroom door opens. He walks into the room with just a towel sitting on his hips, steam pouring through the open door behind him like some wet dream fantasy.
“Wanted another peek, hmm?” He chuckles as he waltzes over to his dresser and pulls out clean boxers. “How are you a virgin?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I fire back, annoyed at his inappropriate question and stupid damp body glistening every time the lights hit him. He strides over to where I’m frozen to the spot, and flicks a finger against the ribbon belt that’s holding my dressing gown in place. It comes away, sliding open to him to view the bare skin beneath, my breasts perky and on display. Cold air kisses my exposed skin, making my nipples peak.
My whole body hums with nerves and expectation. Goosebumps sprinkle over my skin, the tingles heightening with each passing second that his eyes explore the goodies he’s unwrapped, and I stay there, letting him look at me in just my black lace thong and open robe.
He points his finger towards me, his eyes following his finger’s movements up and down, and he slowly licks his lips to emphasize his point.
“That’s why you shouldn’t be.”
My cheeks warm with a knowing blush but I’m also annoyed by the way he makes me feel and the brazen way he’s acting. I reply with anger. “So because I have a nice rack and a vagina I should be using it to fuck men?”
He flinches, making his eye twitch, but quickly regains the cool composure he had seconds before and steps closer. His body heat is like a force field around me. His eyes hold mine with a piercing stare and his brow furrows slightly. “I didn’t say that. I’m saying you have an amazing body and I’m surprised at your age you haven’t let someone else touch you the way you were touching yourself in the tub.”
“Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I’m a prude who’s never been touched by a guy. I had a long term boyfriend and he wanted to wait.”
“Wait! What?” He laughs. “Was he gay?”
“No, he just didn’t want to rush things.”
“He was gay!”
“No, he wasn’t, he just had a bad experience and wanted mine to be special.”
“Huh, and then he didn’t get the chance. That’s hilarious!”
“Fuck you, Finlay.”
“Are you offering?” He smirks, raising his eyebrows. “Because I would love to hear you finish. I feel cheated only getting half a show earlier.”
“You’re such a dick.” I turn to leave and just as I get to the door, he’s behind me. He swings me around, pinning me to the wall. “What are you doing?”
“What you want me to do.” His mouth crushes over my own, his lips tasting mine, his tongue probing for entry. His naked chest pushes against me, my nipples hard against his skin. He’s rushed, hungry with passion, his hands in my hair to give him aid in his pursuit of my body. Parting my lips to allow his tongue to invade my mouth, his intoxicating taste bursts onto my tongue as his meets mine with caressing strokes. His tongue expertly explores my own, and wet pleasure dampens my panties. Breathing right is not possible, it’s uneven and loud and I’m so wanton I don’t even care. Strong hands cup my boobs, kneading them vigorously. I move my hands into his hair, urging him closer. His mouth
“Shit! Fuck! Oh my God, what are we going to do?”
“He’s in the shower so I suggest you run now before he comes out,” I say.
Mike throws his clothes on quickly, and is out the door carrying his shoes and socks in his arms like some bad TV show on cheats caught on camera. Chuckling to ourselves at the close call, I leave Gaby to get dressed.
Walking back down the hall to Finlay’s room, my plan is to quickly grab my things, take them back to Gaby’s room and try to forget about what just happened with Finlay. Just as I’m about to leave, the bathroom door opens. He walks into the room with just a towel sitting on his hips, steam pouring through the open door behind him like some wet dream fantasy.
“Wanted another peek, hmm?” He chuckles as he waltzes over to his dresser and pulls out clean boxers. “How are you a virgin?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” I fire back, annoyed at his inappropriate question and stupid damp body glistening every time the lights hit him. He strides over to where I’m frozen to the spot, and flicks a finger against the ribbon belt that’s holding my dressing gown in place. It comes away, sliding open to him to view the bare skin beneath, my breasts perky and on display. Cold air kisses my exposed skin, making my nipples peak.
My whole body hums with nerves and expectation. Goosebumps sprinkle over my skin, the tingles heightening with each passing second that his eyes explore the goodies he’s unwrapped, and I stay there, letting him look at me in just my black lace thong and open robe.
He points his finger towards me, his eyes following his finger’s movements up and down, and he slowly licks his lips to emphasize his point.
“That’s why you shouldn’t be.”
My cheeks warm with a knowing blush but I’m also annoyed by the way he makes me feel and the brazen way he’s acting. I reply with anger. “So because I have a nice rack and a vagina I should be using it to fuck men?”
He flinches, making his eye twitch, but quickly regains the cool composure he had seconds before and steps closer. His body heat is like a force field around me. His eyes hold mine with a piercing stare and his brow furrows slightly. “I didn’t say that. I’m saying you have an amazing body and I’m surprised at your age you haven’t let someone else touch you the way you were touching yourself in the tub.”
“Just because I’m a virgin doesn’t mean I’m a prude who’s never been touched by a guy. I had a long term boyfriend and he wanted to wait.”
“Wait! What?” He laughs. “Was he gay?”
“No, he just didn’t want to rush things.”
“He was gay!”
“No, he wasn’t, he just had a bad experience and wanted mine to be special.”
“Huh, and then he didn’t get the chance. That’s hilarious!”
“Fuck you, Finlay.”
“Are you offering?” He smirks, raising his eyebrows. “Because I would love to hear you finish. I feel cheated only getting half a show earlier.”
“You’re such a dick.” I turn to leave and just as I get to the door, he’s behind me. He swings me around, pinning me to the wall. “What are you doing?”
“What you want me to do.” His mouth crushes over my own, his lips tasting mine, his tongue probing for entry. His naked chest pushes against me, my nipples hard against his skin. He’s rushed, hungry with passion, his hands in my hair to give him aid in his pursuit of my body. Parting my lips to allow his tongue to invade my mouth, his intoxicating taste bursts onto my tongue as his meets mine with caressing strokes. His tongue expertly explores my own, and wet pleasure dampens my panties. Breathing right is not possible, it’s uneven and loud and I’m so wanton I don’t even care. Strong hands cup my boobs, kneading them vigorously. I move my hands into his hair, urging him closer. His mouth
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