He was really good at this. We had been sitting on his couch making out for what felt like hours. His kisses were driving me crazy and his fingers under my skirt and panties teasing my wet pussy were driving me even more crazy, taking me right to the edge without letting me cum. He thought he had me right where he wanted me.
And I hated it. I was tired of doing the hookup thing. Whether the guy was really good at it like this one was, or could barely manage to make me cum, I still woke up alone feeling dirty and unloved. Yes, I had willingly gone to this guy’s apartment, yes I had let him get me worked up to the point where all I could think about was how much I needed to cum. But that didn’t mean I had to go through with it.
He stood up and peeled off his shirt, then his pants, revealing a bigger than average bulge in his boxers. I stood up too. In a sweet girlish voice I told him I needed to use the bathroom. I went in the bathroom, locked the door, hiked up my skirt and slipped my hand down my already soaking wet panties. Quickly and efficiently, I rubbed my clit with two fingers till I felt that sweet explosion in my pussy and I could finally think clearly again.
I fixed myself up, washed my hands and went back out. He was still hard, one hand idly cupping his quite impressive bulge. I smiled sweetly and told him it was getting late, I probably should get going, then walked past him out the door as he stood there with his mouth hanging open.
Dedicated to ItsyBits. Miss you girl. Hope you’re okay.
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