Tyler wiped his hands on his shirt before putting them behind my head. He held me there silently, his pitiful smile showing me exactly how he felt.
I blinked against tears. “I’m sorry I hurt you, Tyler.”
“Damn,” he whispered. “You really mean that, don’t you?”
I nodded.
He kissed my forehead, bending down to pull me into his neck. “It’s okay, baby. You can make it up to me in my room.” He laughed.
Mmm... I loved the feel of his skin against mine... I stayed still, pressing my face against his neck, reveling in his manly scent. I used to think it was cologne and body wash but he had this alluring scent that was uniquely Tyler. I heard him moan. He kissed the top of my head and pulled me tighter against him. “Okay,” he whispered, “let’s go.”
Moments later I was so happy, it felt like I was floating up the stairs beside him. I couldn’t wait to see what the night held for me. I felt like I might be ready to just enjoy the night with this wonderful man who was somehow willing to forgive me for hurting him. I wanted to show him how much I appreciated him. Or maybe even how much I loved him.
We stopped outside the second room on the left at the top of the stairs.
Tyler pushed the door open in haste. His tone was frantic. “Okay.” His face twisted in pain. “Sorry baby. I really gotta piss all of a sudden. There’s my room.” He literally ran to the room directly across the hall from his.
I laughed and walked through the doorway.
Taking up most of his bedroom was a Queen-sized bed with a dark brown flannel comforter. A metal-framed desk covered with stacks of books and loose leaf notes was along the left wall. I started to look around the room at his posters. Those were unexpected. He had some really cool old movie posters, all of them in nice frames. I was bound for his dresser to see if I could find his cologne when, out of the corner of my eye, an item of particular interest caught my attention.
There it was. His laptop. It sat near his pillow, wide open, facing away from me. I didn’t even notice it when I took my first glance at his bed but now it was practically screaming my name. So many times I tried to sneak a look at that laptop when we studied together but I still needed that one golden opportunity when it would be both unlocked and unattended.
I ran to the head of the bed where I had a view of the open door to the hallway. Shit, I should’ve closed that door. I bent over and positioned the laptop in front of me. The screen was blank. I tapped a few keys, hoping I wouldn’t need a password. He didn’t use one, from what I’d observed, but he’d changed that setting for a few days when his mom was in town. I wasn’t sure if he’d changed it back.
Please be unlocked, please be unlocked...
Yes! I knew it. He should’ve known better, considering he had a house full of guests who could have wandered in at any moment. But he was drunk and forgetful, and I was thankful for his lapse in judgment.
I glanced up at the door to see if he was on his way in yet. I knew I probably didn’t have more than a minute but that’s all I needed. It looked too suspicious for me to be standing there bent over, so I sat down on the bed and put the computer in my lap. This way, I figured I could just say I needed to check my email. I double-clicked on his browser. A few weeks earlier I’d noticed that he didn’t use a 'private browsing’ mode when we studied together. I could only hope that also applied to his personal browsing. I hit “Ctrl-H” when the browser opened.
And, behold. Tyler Campbell’s search history.
I glanced up at the door. There was still no sign of him.
Breathe... breathe... if he catches me I can lie about checking my email...
At the top of the list was eBay. I knew he was probably looking for parts to help restore some cars at Leroy’s. It seemed like I had to scroll down forever to get past all of those links. Then there was ESPN, Fantasy Football, the Food Network.com. He’d spent an awful lot of time looking at cheesecake recipes, which I found intriguing.
I looked at the door again. I knew I had to hurry, but shit, I wanted more time to look at this stuff. Right then, however, I just needed to know what he was doing around 1 or 2 AM, if I had to guess...
And then I found it. Fetish Vision? My Tyler was apparently too good for free porn. The link said his session had timed out so I went to the main page. It was a network of eighty different fetish sites, and from the ‘last viewed’ history, Mr. Campbell liked the spanking videos the most. That came as no surprise.
I felt silly when I read the very bottom of the screen. This website was owned by some company I’d never even heard of before.
I laughed. I knew I wasn’t easy to find among the thousands of people working in porn.
“Hey!” Tyler stood at the door. “What’re you lookin’ at?” He slammed the door shut behind him.
“Email.” I tried to close the browser. Another browser opened, asking me if I wanted to log in. Damn it! “Just checking email.”
The next thing I knew, the laptop almost flew out of my hands from the force of Tyler’s body jumping into bed, but I maintained my grip. I had no choice but to shut the laptop with the browser still open just as Tyler’s head appeared beside me.
“Hi there,” I said.
“Why’d you close it?”
“Uhh... it was personal.”
“You have a Droid. Why’d you need my laptop for your email?” His eyes narrowed to little slits.
“I didn’t bring my phone. I only have a little pocket in this skirt and it has my keys.” I cleared my throat. “Sorry, just let me finish looking at something. It’s private, okay?”
He pressed his lips together but the corners of his mouth were moving. It looked like he had a smile in there but he wanted to control it and make himself seem angry. His eyes darted from me, to the laptop, then back to me. I held his gaze and borrowed Jacinda’s pouty-lipped expression, hoping it would be enough to convince him to give me a few more minutes alone.
Tyler’s eyes softened. His mouth changed to what seemed like a genuine frown. I just knew I was about to get my way.
And then, looking me straight in the eyes, he slammed his palm down on top of his laptop. “I don’t believe you.”
“What?” I was so surprised, I let it slip right out of my hands into his. “Hey!” I said. “That’s not fair!” I scrambled around on the bed, trying to take it back.
He was too fast for me. Before I could even get out of the bed, he turned his back to me and pulled his laptop open.
“Shit,” I said, whining. “Please don’t look, Ty...” I couldn’t stand the thought of messing up twice in one night. First Jacinda, now this. Maybe I should’ve just asked him what kind of porn he liked instead of going behind his back. I guess I was afraid he’d lie to me and never tell me he’d known about me all along.
“Susie!” Tyler turned around, his mouth hanging open. “I knew you weren’t checking your email.”
“I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me.” I sat at the edge of the bed, staring up at him.
He sat down beside me and put his computer in my lap. I had to grab hold of it to keep it from falling to the floor. He put his arm around my shoulders. “Why’d you lie to me?”
“I wanted an honest answer.”
“About my porn?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you upset about it?”
“No. Just wondered what you liked. That’s all.”
He nodded as he rubbed my shoulder. “I think it’s kinda sweet of you to spy on me. And by the way, I only need it ‘cause I have to win a bet.” He grinned and pulled me closer to give my forehead a very sloppy wet kiss.
“Oh really?”
He leaned back, looking down at me with a big smile, his way-too-happy drunk smile, that made me melt inside. “Yeah. See, there’s this chick. And I,” he drew his hand to his chest, “fell so fuckin’ deep in love with her but she just wouldn’t listen to me.” Tyler shook his head dramatically. “I tried to tell her we had all this stuff in
common and we weren’t just together ‘cause we liked to fuck all the time.” He sighed. “So I created a master plan.”
“A master plan.” I nodded. He was so cute.
“Uh huh.” He sucked on his bottom lip, nodding. “A master plan. I need her to fall in love with me for real and not just because of my big, beautiful penis.”
Laughter erupted from deep inside me. He hadn’t brought it up since the day I came back after mid-term break and we had the best sex ever on my couch. I told him there was a hole deep inside me that only his big, beautiful penis could fill. I had no idea it had left such a lasting impression.
He rubbed my back until I calmed down. It felt really good to cry from laughing for once.
“Well, back to my story,” he said. “So, because I had to limit our,” he cleared his throat, “activities, it meant I had to go back to,” he pointed to his laptop, “hand lotion and Internet porn."
I laughed again. I knew I’d have to try to get him to talk about this when he was sober. Would he still be so open about it? Oh, another thing to add to my list of adorable Tyler qualities.
“What?" His eyes were huge. “You think I’m gonna deny it? I jack off all the time because of you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Like the other day when I took you out to dinner. I did it before I left and then I had to do it again after I came back here. I would’ve rather just gone to your house and fucked you for hours. Well, that’s what my dick wanted.” He pulled his shirt up and reached down to his crotch, grabbing his huge erection through his jeans. “But my heart needs something else. So I make sacrifices.”
“Aww.” I wondered if I was the only girl in the world who would consider that to be one of the sweetest things she’d ever heard.
Tyler flashed me a big, toothy smile. His hand was still on his jeans, around his dick. “So, what about you? You have a vibrator named Tyler in your nightstand?”
I laughed.
“Well, do you?” he asked. “You have go to bed to relieve tension after I drop you off?”
I gazed confidently into his eyes. “Yes.”
“Oh?” He tilted his head, questioning me with a smile. “You need fresh batteries or anything? I’d love to buy you some.”
“Actually, no. I have some toys but I prefer to use my fingers when I think about you. Feels more natural. I can pretend my fingers are your fingers. Or your tongue.”
His eyes were huge, blinking profusely. “Show me.”
“Okay.” I needed no further prompting. I was an exhibitionist to my very core. He had seen me touch my clit during sex before, but this was different. I got the impression that he just wanted to sit back and watch... and possibly give me a show of his own.
I kicked my shoes to the floor and pushed myself back on the bed, letting my head fall back against his surprisingly soft pillow. He sat at my feet, watching as I hiked my skirt up all the way up to my waist and spread my legs as far apart as possible.
I kept my eyes on his face to see his reaction. He stared between my thighs, watching every movement. First, I reached all the way down to part my lips. I traced a slow line from top to bottom, stopping to run a few circles around my clit, then go back down. I did it several times until I saw him lick his lips, then stick his tongue out and wiggle it around like he was ready to dive in and take care of it himself.
I noticed his hand still grabbing his giant cock through his jeans. “Doesn’t that hurt?” I asked.
“Huh?” He didn’t make eye contact with me, focusing instead on the action a little further south.
“You’ve been hard for a while and you still have your jeans on.” Granted, they fit him pretty loosely and gave him room to breathe. But he still looked a little constricted.
Tyler’s eyes flew to mine. “Yeah?”
“I’d love it if you’d take your clothes off for me.”
“Okay.” He instantly stood up beside the bed.
I let my cheek rest against the pillow to watch him pull his black and yellow football jersey shirt off over his head. His ponytail landed on his shoulder and he flipped it onto his back. The same thing happened when he pulled his gray undershirt off. He stood there with his beautiful bare chest, gazing down at me with a lazy grin.
“Yeah, yeah. I love that.” I moaned and moved my fingers faster. Although I could appreciate the sight of a gorgeous shirtless man, I usually didn’t have a reaction that sent me off for some alone time. But that was before Tyler’s powerful, hunky body came into my life.
He concentrated on my rapidly moving fingers, then looked in my eyes, grinning and nodding. He maintained eye contact with me and reached down to unzip his jeans. In one quick motion he pushed them to his feet to step out of them.
I laughed. “That’s quite a tent you got there.” I knew he was going to pull those boxer shorts down next but I was glad that he gave me a moment to admire them. I would have been glad to wallpaper my house with nothing but pictures of Tyler in his boxers. Sometimes it turned me on even more than Naked Tyler and I had no explanation for it. That night, his tent was created in a pair that was blue with a white-checkered print.
“That’s what you do to me, baby.” He started to tug at the waistband of his underwear.
“No,” I said, breathing hard. “Leave ‘em on for me.” I blew him a kiss. “Just for a little while.” My fingers worked faster against my clit.
“What? You like this?”
“Oh yeah. You’re sexy as hell in your underwear.”
“Good to know.” His head bobbed, nodding slowly. For a second he reached down to stroke his cock through his boxers. Then he squinted, leaning over the bed to look between my legs. “I need a better angle.”
Catching me totally off guard, Tyler bent forward to turn my body around and pull me closer to where he was standing. It happened so fast, I didn’t even realize what he was doing until I felt my naked butt go sliding across the bed. Soon, my legs were dangling off the side of his bed as he stood right in front of me.
I pulled my legs back onto the bed with my knees as far apart as possible. “You’re so strong.” I loved how he could throw my body around like it was nothing. For once, I was too horny to question why I loved feeling powerless with Tyler. I just dug my heels into the mattress and tilted my hips up toward him, making sure he had a spectacular view between my thighs. Then I went back to vigorously rubbing my clit.
“Hold on.” He bent forward to get his pillow, tilting my head up to place it underneath.
“Thank you. That’s so thoughtful,” I said, breathlessly.
“Sure, baby.” Tyler stood in front of me and reached down to grab his dick. His hand slid slowly from the base all the way to the tip, all the while outside his boxer shorts.
“You can take those off now,” I paused to breathe, “if you want.”
No sooner had the words left my mouth when I saw Tyler push his boxers all the way to the floor. He stood back up, completely naked.
He put his hand around his cock and stared down at me.
“Wow,” I said, “it looks even bigger to see it in your hand.”
Tyler laughed and pulsed his hand around it, squeezing it at the base.
I gazed up at him, masturbating openly with my legs spread wide so he could have a full view. I don’t know why, but it was the most beautiful sight in the world to me - to see him standing there, his eyes clearly fixated between my legs, holding his big, fat cock in his hand. And his hand wasn’t even moving. He was just standing there naked with a dick that was so hard, I imagined it would put my eye out if I fell on it face first.
“You need some lotion?” I asked, hoping he’d take the hint and let me watch him jack off.
He shook his head, grinning. “No. I’ll get it wet.” Still holding his cock, he leaned forward, bracing himself with his left hand on the mattress near my foot.
I felt his tip against my swollen lips. He gritted his teeth and stared down at my pussy like he was really concentrating.
It made me smile. I felt him move his dick all around, exploring, finally moving it down to where my ass met the comforter.
“Fuck,” he said, “I’ve never seen you this wet before and you always get really wet.” His smile was huge. “You’re flowin’ like a river.”
“I‘m sorry I’m getting your bed all wet.”
“Fine with me. Soak the whole fuckin’ thing.” He then took a step back and grabbed my ankles, taking them both up in the air at once.
“Oh!” The sudden movement of my legs and hips made me gasp.
He gazed into my eyes with a smile. “Surprise.” With a hand firmly around each of my ankles, he spread my legs wide and leaned into me with his hips.
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