That Girl is Mine - Part One Read Online Free PDF Page B

alone time Josh and I’ve had since we started dating in my first year of college (we literally ran into each other on campus, smacking our foreheads together because neither of us was watching what we were doing. That sparked a conversation, which sparked a friendship, and within a few months, it sparked a romance. We've been together ever since).
    Our relationship hasn't always been easy. To save on dorm fees, I lived at home with mom, and Josh was in the boy’s dorm with a real jerk of a roommate. My mother wasn't comfortable with him staying over, and on campus, Josh’s roommate wouldn’t stop staring at my tits. So our intimacy had to be creatively well timed, which of course kept things exciting, but it was rare that we got to sleep in the same bed. Even when we did it was squished together in a twin – cosy, but not the most comfortable.
    Josh leans over and kisses me, softly, slowly, inhaling as his lips entwine with mine. “Don't tempt me,” he murmurs, breaking the kiss, his breathing a little faster than it was a moment ago.
    I shift my naked body closer his and slide my hand down, finding his morning erection. “But I love to tempt you,” I whisper, as I lightly stroke it.
    He groans lightly, his eyes closing at my touch. “It's my first day, I can't be late.”
    “You won’t be late,” I murmur against his lips, gripping and stroking him a little harder.
    “Mmmm,” he moans before he shifts beside me, gripping my thigh and dragging me across the bed so I’m underneath him. I let out a squeal as he leans down and scratches his morning stubble against the tender skin of my neck and nibbles on my ear. “Minx.”
    I giggle as he sits back and positions himself at my opening, teasing my arousal with the tip of his cock. Then he pushes in, and I let out a moan as he fills me, inch by inch, thrusting his hips back and forth, over and over, until we’re both crying out in satisfaction.
    Out of breath, he leans down and kisses me one last time. “Now I really need to get out of this bed before I really am late for work,” he says, before withdrawing from me and heading to the shower to get ready. I look at the clock, seeing that it’s almost ten after six. He needs to be at the hospital by seven, so I quickly get up and wrap my dark gray satin robe around my naked body and head down to the kitchen to prepare him some breakfast to go, to make up for jumping his bones when he should have been getting ready.
    As I'm pottering about, the front door opens and closes, and I turn to see Dylan, looking like a male model in a fitted black t-shirt a pair of light colored jeans. I wonder where he got his change of clothes…
    Upon seeing me, a strange look crosses his face before he drops his eyes and clears his throat, but as he approaches, he looks to me again and his features are even, so I think that maybe I imagined it and just feel a little self conscious being caught out in my robe. I tighten the sash.
    “Hey,” he says, nodding at me as he walks to the other side of the counter and drops his keys on top of a pile of unopened mail.
    “Hey,” I say back with a smile, trying to hide the fact that when I look at him, all I can see is the way he was kissing that girl at the club (Is it hot in here?). “Toast?”
    He shrugs, and reaches up to pull at his blond strip of hair so it stands up a little. “Sure,” he says, sitting down on the stool as if he’s at a diner.
    I put a plate in front of him, and hand over two of the four pieces that just popped out of the toaster, and as he butters them, I drop in an extra couple for me, before I ready the other two slices for Josh and place them on a napkin. Then I fill a travel mug with freshly brewed coffee, sugar and milk, screwing the lid on just as I hear Josh trotting down the stairs.
    “Oh, hey, buddy,” he says with a smile when he sees Dylan sitting at the counter. “Good weekend?”
    “Yeah, man, I'm sorry, I should’ve been here for your first