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fuck he
is into. I’m only a little shocked. I mean, this is kind of a normal thing,
right? There is weirder shit out there. He could be a Brony. This is a much
more acceptable deep, dark secret than being a Brony. Overall, I decide I’m
just relieved. I deal with the rest of these emotions later. Relief. Relief is
what I am going to feel.
    I
roll to the side of the queen size bed and stand.
    “Are
you leaving? On that note?” he asks, with a small catch in his throat.
    “No.
I’m not leaving. It’s not… It’s not that big of a deal. Come on,” I reach to
him and beckon him to follow me out. He grabs my outstretched hand, and I lead
him back into the darkened hallway.
    “Are
we going back to the couch?” he asks. I lace my fingers into his and pull him
down the hall.
    “No.
Take me to your bed. We can start back where you left off.”   I sit eagerly on the edge of his bed,
biting my lip. He smiles at me and licks his lips as he pulls off his t-shirt. I
follow suit, pulling my shirt back over my head and letting it drop to the
floor. He clumsily undoes his belt buckle, and lets his jeans fall. I scoot
back on the bed and lie down on my back as he climbs on top of me. He kisses me
sweetly as he slides his fingers past my elastic waistband, and finds me slick
and ready. He slides his middle and index finger across my clit, making my back
arch.
    “That’s
not where you left off.” I place my hands on his shoulders and push him down,
between my legs. He chuckles as he loops his thumbs through the sides of my
panties. I lift my ass to help him slide them off. He rises back to kiss me one
more time before retreating back to gently nip my clit with his teeth. I let
out an exasperated gasp, not expecting this sensation. My pelvis jolts upwards,
and he presses it back into the mattress with his palm. With two fingers he
spreads me open and presses his tongue into my flesh. I squirm as he
transitions from back and forth to up and down, taking breaks to lightly suck, gently
prod. I can feel this building. There’s a small ball of light inside of me,
it’s pulsating, expanding and contracting with each stroke of his tongue. I can
feel it illuminating my insides, growing brighter and retreating as my muscles
tense and release. He slides two fingers inside of me, and they’re bathed in
the light. His motions change to little circles, and the ball of light keeps
growing. My hips pulse in time with the rhythm of his fingers, skillfully
pressing and releasing my little clump of nerves behind a wall of swollen
tissue. I’m gasping for air and drowning in bright white light. I’m on the
brink… I’m building and building and so close to falling. He pulls away and
everything goes black and unfulfilled.
    “Why
in the fuck did you stop?” I ask, instinctively reaching for my clit to calm
the painful pulsating and finish the job. He grabs my hands and holds them
above my head.   He kisses me,
forcing his tongue into my mouth, making me taste myself on his lips.
    “I
was so close…” I beg through his kiss.
    “I
know,” he replied playfully, “I don’t want you to come yet. The closer you get,
the better it will be.” You don’t need to get me as close as possible without
going over. This isn’t The Price is Right ,
motherfucker. I roll my eyes, and kiss him back. He lets go of my hands.
Determined to get back on track, I reach down to stroke him through his boxers.
Now this; this is a dick to write home about. In fact, I’m probably going to
call my mom tomorrow like, “Yo ma, so this dick…”
    He
pulled his boxers past his hips, making his erection spring out in a way that
was almost comical. I breathed deeply, looking from his eyes to his cock as I
took him in my hands. He climbed back over me, kissing my neck and gently
tugging my hair. He placed his hand beneath mine on his cock and pressed it
into my clit. His breath is hot in my ear as he asks, “Do we need protection?” Yeah, probably. I should