We were in front of a huge brick complex with the number seven over the entry way window. She unlocked the door and the smell of old cat piss and onions filled the hall. “Please excuse the smell, we’re going to the third floor.”
We reached her apartment, number 1017 and she unlocked the door. We went inside and it was pitch black. She led me to the couch and flipped on the light switch behind it. She handed me the remote and went to grab something out of the fridge.
The room was still partially spinning and it was hard to focus on what the place actually looked like.
“My sister is still out, but I’m sure she’ll be back with her date later.”
She joined me on the couch and handed me a cold bottle of water. I tried to focus on her face and it was—beautiful.
It was so hard to look away. “Max-” I tried to speak but she placed her soft finger over my lips to quiet me, then leaned over and kissed them.
In shock, I pulled back and touched my lips, hoping this wasn’t a dream. I felt my erection push against my zipper and knew it was real.
She shoved me back and slowly mounted me. “I’ve been wanting to do this for a while,” she said before kissing me again.
I opened my mouth, granting her full access. I didn’t have any condoms with me at the moment and I didn’t feel right going any further without one, buzzed or not.
***
Zach
I’d lost count of how many drinks Amber and I had. When she was drunk, she became a completely different person. A touchy-feely kind of different. She told me that her sister’s place was nearby and that we could crash there for the night.
I ditched Chris, who’d had been too busy drinking with another girl all night and caught a cab to Amber’s.
Once inside, I saw the TV on and whoever her sister was, she had company with her on the couch and they were both asleep.
Amber’s room was right behind the door and she pulled me in and shut it behind us. She turned on the TV so we’d have just enough light to see.
My cock had been throbbing all night and I was ready to relieve it. She ripped her top off over her head and unhooked her bra. Her full breasts sprung free and I immediately reached out to grab one.
After feeling her soft flesh, I pushed her back on the bed. Her blonde hair splayed everywhere and I quickly mounted her. I kissed the side of her neck, then her lips, and then pulled one of her nipples into my mouth.
She had on a short skirt, so I traced the top of her thigh with my fingers and felt the heat from in between.
I slipped a finger underneath her panties and rubbed her clit. She was soaking wet, which allowed me to push two fingers deep inside of her.
I made sure she was ready before I grabbed the condom out of my back pocket and ripped it open. She slid her panties to the floor and then tried to unbutton my pants. I pushed her hands off and stood up, removing my pants and sliding the rubber over my pulsing cock.
I climbed back in between her legs and slowly guided the tip of my cock inside of her. She started moaning before I fully entered her opening.
She was so tight I made sure to take my time with her.
***
The next morning, she offered to make me breakfast, and I accepted. We opened the door and heard the sound of pots sizzling, in the kitchen. I heard a familiar sounding laugh as we entered the hallway to the kitchen and there he was.
“Zeke?” I said.
“Zach!” he said as he dropped his fork onto the floor.
“Holy shit, Ms. Sheppard? Wow, just—are you two together?” I asked but neither of them responded.
TO BE CONTINUED…
Unwritten History
By
Missy Johnson
&
Carly Grey
Copyright © 2013 Missy Johnson and Carly Grey
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
First Printing: October 2014
Chapter One
“Ms. Wilson, do I need to confiscate your phone again?”
Laughter fills the classroom as my face heats up. I was sure with the way it was positioned in my lap underneath the desk he’d have no way of seeing it. I was wrong.
“Sorry,” I mutter, my eyes on my desk.
“Yeah, Jill. Stop looking up porn in class. Save that for when you’re at home. My window is opposite hers. You should see the kink she looks at,” he mumbles, and by ‘mumbles’ I mean says it in the loudest possible voice so that every person in the room can hear. Everyone laughs again, and I sink a little bit lower in my seat.