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by Robin Pressley


  “Brit!” Celia laughs, slapping her on the shoulder.

  “Anyway,” Luna goes on, “My numbers were down a little bit this week. I was super busy doing research-assistant slave labor for Professor Whipple. Plus, my favorite robo-dick got fried, and it took me a couple of days to repair it.”

  “Excuses, excuses,” Brit teases her.

  Luna keeps going.

  “Celia is up this week to almost two thousand. But the big news is that Megyn is on the scoreboard this week.”

  Celia smiles at me across the table and does a little silent hand clap motion and mouths “yay!”

  “And it a big way,” Luna adds, pushing her glasses up again. Actually, she’s nipping at Brit’s heels with five thousand G-units.”

  “Wow, go Megyn!” Celia says with a grin.

  “Wait, so Megyn is actually in second place this week?” Brit asks. “Holy shit, nice going, girl!”

  “That’s not all…” Luna says mysteriously.

  “What do you mean?” Celia asks sipping her caramel latte. I’m getting ready to take a little celebratory gulp too, but Luna startles me by turning and looking me right in the eye with a serious expression.

  “Megyn, you didn’t tamper with your Clitbit, did you? Your Erotometer I mean?”

  I shake my head.

  “Luna, I’m an art major. Do you seriously think I would try to tamper with an electronic device? I can barely change a lightbulb.”

  Luna nods.

  “What’s the big deal?” Brit asks, getting impatient as usual.

  “Well,” Luna says, taking a long dramatic sip from her water, “It looks like all of Megyn’s G-units came from a single orgasm.”

  Brit and Celia lean forward getting really interested now.

  “I mean, it’s not unheard of,” Luna continues, “But a single orgasm of over four thousand G-units is pretty fucking huge. That must have been a real whopper, huh Megyn?”

  Considering that it’s the only orgasm I’ve ever had in my life, I don’t really have anything to compare it to. But I have to admit it did feel like a big one. Just remembering the way the overwhelming waves of bliss washed over my body makes my tummy tighten again. I clamp my knees tightly together as I feel some uninvited moisture spreading between my legs.

  “Shit,” Brit says, “So who’s the stud that did the deed, Megyn? You’d better not keep a dick like that all to yourself.”

  I giggle a little, but at the same time, I feel this funny little twinge of jealousy like I’ve never felt before. I know that Brit is just kidding around of course, but still, I don’t like to even think about Evan with another girl. I want him all to myself.

  “Yeah,” Luna coaxes, “Who is this mystery man?”

  Fuck. There’s no way I can tell them I got fingered by an older man. And the man of the house at that. It’s just starting to hit me just how taboo and over the line this whole thing with Evan is.

  “Actually,” I lie, “I just did it by myself.”

  “A solo session?” Brit asks incredulously. “Did you get a new dildo or something?”

  “Y-yeah,” I say, digging myself in even deeper. “That’s right…I got a new dildo!”

  “Cool!” Luna says, “What model is it? I’ll definitely have to check that bad boy out.”

  “Uh, I don’t remember the brand exactly,” I mumble into my latte. “But I can let you know.”

  I feel my ears and cheeks burning as I blush. It’s not so much that I’m embarrassed by their questions. I just can’t believe I have to hide my dirty taboo sex life from my friends. Just yesterday, I was completely untouched and pure. Now I’m a total freak.

  Luna and Brit buy my story, but I can tell that Celia knows something’s up. She so darn empathetic, she can always sense when somebody is telling a fib.

  We continue to chat for a few more hours, and Brit even buys me another latte to celebrate my big week. I have to admit, it feels good to fit in.

  But whatever happens, I can’t do that with Evan again. That was a one-time thing.

  ***

  After our little get together, Celia offers to drive me home. I appreciate the favor since I’d have to take the bus otherwise. But I also know that she’s curious about what’s going on.

  Sure enough, after we’ve gone a few blocks, she brings it up.

  “Megyn,” she says, trying to be nonchalant about it it, “I don’t mean to pry but…”

  “Ugh,” I sigh, “I knew you’d know I was lying, Celia.”

  “Sorry,” she says with a little wince. “Look, if you don’t want to tell me, that’s totally cool. I shouldn’t have even—”

  “No, that’s okay,” I interrupt her. “So there’s a guy…”

  I really want to just unload and tell her everything. I just want to get it all off my chest. But it’s too much to tell. This whole situation is way too complicated. It’s totally wrong for me to continue fooling around with Evan. But I feel like I can’t resist him.

  But I can’t tell her. I just can’t. So I just try to give her a little tiny tidbit instead.

  “I didn’t want to talk about it because…”

  Celia’s body tenses up a little. Her eyes are glued to the road, but I notice her lean ever so slightly toward me in anticipation of whatever it is I’m going to say.

  “…It was my first time with a guy.” I mean, that’s true. It’s not the whole story, but it’s true.

  “Oh wow,” Celia says smiling. “That’s great Megyn. So…Who’s the lucky guy?”

  I sigh. Okay, this is the part I can’t tell her. I can’t think up a good excuse, so I don’t even try.

  “Celia, I’d rather not say just yet, okay?”

  I can tell she’s a little taken aback, but she also doesn’t want to hurt me or make me feel like I have to tell her anything I don’t want to. She’s really sensitive and a good listener, and she’s super attuned to me as well.

  “That’s cool,” she says, turning onto my street. “So, do you mind if I ask you this: Was it just a one-time thing with this guy, or do you think you’re gonna start dating him.”

  Oh fuck. That question stirs up so many feelings inside me I don’t know what to think or say. I mean, me dating Evan. It’s totally forbidden. But at the same time, the idea of being with him like that—walking hand-in-hand like lovers—that idea stirs up a whole tornado of butterflies in my tummy.

  “I don’t know, Celia,” I tell her. “I really don’t know. It’s…”

  She pulls to a stop in front of my house, sets the brake, and waits for me to finish. The lights are on in the house, and I see Evan’s big shadow pass across the window as he walks from the kitchen to the living room.

  “It’s complicated, Celia,” I tell her with a shrug.

  “Well, look,” Celia says, “I know you didn’t ask for my advice, but you’re gonna get it anyway. Whatever it is, you might just be overthinking the whole thing, you know?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “What I mean is, it’s always good to think things through. But when it comes to love, the mind isn’t much help. It will give you a million reasons that you can use to talk yourself out of something. But at the end of the day, you have to listen to your heart. But your heart doesn’t give you any reasons, It just tells you yes or no.”

  I give Celia a smile.

  “You’re a psych major,” I say, “I thought the mind was your thing.”

  “Yeah, well, I’m also a girl.”

  Celia leans over and gives me a big hug.

  “Thanks, Celia.”

  “Anytime,” she says. “Now, whatever happens, I want to see you beat Brit at this competition okay? I love her to death, but everybody enjoys a good upset, right?”

  I laugh and give her a wink as I get out of the car.

  “We’ll see,” I tell her.

  When I get inside, I run straight upstairs to my room. I don’t even stop to say hi to Evan. I just need some time to myself to sort everything out.
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  8. EVAN

  This is so fucking wrong. I’ve got to stop thinking about her like this.

  It’s almost hard to believe that it was only this morning when we were together in the kitchen. Somehow it feels like it’s been days, weeks even, since we’ve been together.

  When she came home tonight, I saw a car drop her off. For a split second, I felt a surge jealous rage in my heart. Part of me wanted to fucking storm out there and choke the life out of whatever little college punk thought he had the right to drive my girl around.

  But as the car pulled away, I realized it was just her friend Celia. I breathed a sigh of relief, but the relief was only momentary. It was immediately followed by the realization that I’m fucking nuts.

  Now it’s way too fucking late, and I’ve been down here reading the same page of this book for an hour. I can’t focus for shit, and I know I can’t sleep, but I need to try.

  I roll off the couch, flip the lights off, and trudge up the stairs.

  When Megyn came home, she zipped straight up to her room without even saying hi. I know she’s feeling weird about what happened today. Fuck.

  We promised each other it would only be a one-time thing. I didn’t know if I would be able to keep my end of the bargain, but it seems like Megyn is determined to keep hers.

  The upstairs hallway is dark, I can see that Megyn is asleep since there’s no light coming from under her door.

  Look at me. I’m acting like a fucking stalker in my own damn house. This obsession is going to be the death of me.

  I go into my room and sit down on the edge of my bed, my heavy frame sinking into the mattress. I drop my aching head into my hands.

  And speaking of aching heads, my cock is as hard as steel and has been all fucking day long from thinking about Megyn. I would jerk off if I thought it would do any good. I’ve already done it once this morning and twice since I got home from work, but my goddamn erection refuses to go away.

  My dick knows exactly what it wants, and it doesn’t want Rosie Redpalm. Hell no. It wants to be drenched in the juices of Megyn’s sweet little pussy. I think of how sweet those juices tasted when I licked them off my fingers today, and an extra surge of blood throbs through my cock.

  I flop back on the bed. Beads of sweat are popping out along my brown. I wipe them away with the back of my hand but fresh drops sprout up right away. My pulse is drumming in my ears.

  I’m just going to have to bite down hard and get through the next few years until Megyn finishes college. I’m sure soon she get a good boyfriend, and before you know it she’ll have moved out, gotten married, and started a family.

  With another guy? My little Megyn married to another man and making babies with him?

  No. Fuck that noise.

  I jerk my body bolt upright on the bed. My heart is hammering away like crazy now. I know there’s no way I can hold myself back any longer.

  Standing up from the bed, I stride across the bedroom to the door. My mind is telling me that this is crazy—it’s totally forbidden. But every fiber of my being is driving me forward. Just a few short feet down the hall is Megyn’s room, and that’s where I’m heading.

  I’m going to claim her. I’m going to mark her. I’m going to make her mine for keeps.

  As I swing the door open, my heart leaps into my throat, and my cock reaches levels of hardness that must be fucking dangerous.

  There, standing right outside my door in the dark hallway is Megyn. She was already waiting right outside my door in her T-shirt and panties.

  Before I can even speak, she’s on me. She clutches my shirt in her tiny hands and pulls herself up on her tiptoes, crushing her lips against mine in a scalding kiss. We stumble back into my bedroom, and I cradle her head as I lean into her, kissing her hard. I shut the door behind us, and she finally pulls her wet lips from mine.

  “Please,” she begs, “Please, I need it right now.”

  Any second thoughts I might have had are completely obliterated by our raging hunger for each other. All that matters now is that I possess her completely, and the consequences be damned.

  “I want to taste you, Evan,” she whispers.

  She’s pulling my shirt and I help her, pulling it off over my head. Her lips wander down my body as she drops to her knees. My muscles tighten and twitch with anticipation under the touch of her tongue. At last, she reaches my belt.

  “I want to swallow you,” she breathes.

  My heart is pounding hard. There’s no turning back. There’s no way I can resist my princess and her ravenous little mouth.

  I unbuckle my belt as she rubs the straining denim at the front of my jeans.

  “You’re so fucking hard, Evan.”

  “Only for you, sweet girl,” I tell her. “Only for you.”

  “Of fuck, Evan,” she whimpers, as I unbutton my jeans. “I want your cock my mouth so fucking bad.”

  She zips open my fly and together we pull my pants down. My aching hard cock springs out and swings upward, smacking her chin.

  “Evan!” she giggles.

  I shush her. Her mother’s right down the damn hall.

  “Oh, you want me to be quiet?” she whispers with her lips against the underside of my cock. “Maybe you should gag me.”

  God, her voice is so fucking naughty, and even in the dark, I can see the glimmer of mischief in her eyes. This is so wrong on so many levels, and we both know it—and that just makes it that much hotter. My cock is so stiff now it feels like it could break.

  Already a single drop of pre-cum has formed at my tip. Megyn licks it away.

  “Yummy,” she whispers before wrapping her lips around the bulb of my head and sucking.

  “Oh fuck, angel,” I groan softly. “Your little mouth feels just like heaven.”

  Both of her hands grab ahold of my shaft and she begins to stroke me as she sucks my head. She twists her hands as she pumps them up and down, and gradually spreads her warm saliva all over my cock, lubricating it. My balls are already pulsing, and if I let myself, I could bust right now. But I hold back. I want to enjoy this a little longer.

  “Your cock tastes so fucking good,” she gasps as she comes up for air before diving back in to suck me even deeper.

  She bobs her head, slipping her soft lips farther and farther down my shaft with each motion of her head. Her hot tongue is pressed tight against the underside of my shaft, trying to coax the cum out of my balls. Then she pulls herself off me with a little smack.

  “I want it deeper,” she begs. “I want you to fuck my face and fill my tummy with cum.”

  I manhandle her, swinging her body around so that her back is against the side of the bed. She whimpers a little as I clutch her hair tightly in my fist and slowly slide my cock into her mouth again.

  “Does that feel good?” I rasp. “Do you like it when I fuck your sweet little mouth?”

  She moans onto my cock as I fuck it into her. Her mouth his making the most delicious slurping sounds.

  “Just relax your throat, princess,” I whisper. “I’m coming all the way in.”

  She closes her eyes and I can feel her throat slacken for me as I slide my cock balls-deep into her face. I pull back and slide into her again and again as she moans with her mouth full. I can feel that tingle at the base of my cock. I need this release so bad.

  “Do you want it?” I ask her in the dark. “Do you want a belly full of cum?”

  “Mm-hm!” She moans through her nose.

  I let it loose. The warm feeling rushes up from my root, and now I’m spurting my load into her, straight down her lovely little throat. She makes a little surprised sound as she feels it.

  I pump into her again. releasing another spurt of semen into her with each stroke. I have to struggle to bite back the love sounds welling up in my throat as I release my seed inside her.

  At last, the pulsing subsides, and I slowly draw my cock out of her mouth. Her tongue works my shaft, cleaning every last bit of cum off.

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sp; “Oh Evan,” she whispers as she wipes the drool from her chin. “I needed that.”

  “You need more than that,” I tell her as I lift her up and toss her gasping onto the mattress. “We’re not finished yet.”

  She spreads her legs as I climb on top of her, and our mouths latch together in a hot kiss. My hands find her plump, full breasts with their pebble-hard nipples under the soft fabric of her T-shirt.

  “Let’s get this off of you,” I say, and she leans up as I pull the shirt off over her head. Her beautiful young breasts jiggle as they are freed from the constraints of clothing. Even lying on her back they are plump and supple.

  “Oh God, Evan, that feels so good,” she whispers as I kiss one breast and then the other, suckling her nipples and flicking my tongue against them inside my mouth.

  Fuck she tastes so sweet. Her skin is hot and alive. I kiss down her belly, and she giggles a little as my scruffy jaw tickles her soft sensitive flesh.

  “Now it’s my turn to taste you, princess.”

  She brings her thighs together so I can pull her panties off, and I push her legs back against her body, giving me full access to all of her—her sweet, wet pussy and her tight, puckered little ass. I bury my face between her thighs and begin eating her, just as I’ve dreamed of doing.

  “Oh yes,” she sighs, “Just eat me up.”

  I run my tongue up and down the groove of her slip, savoring her hot, tangy flavor. My tongue-tip runs circles around her perfect little asshole before stroking back up to flick her tight, ripe clit. An involuntary squeal escapes her, and she bites down on a pillow to stifle it. Her hands rake my scalp as I devour her.

  The smell and taste of her have fueled my arousal into a raging fire. I need to enter her right fucking now. I need to know what she feels like inside.

  I slip my first finger into pussy and stroke her soft, moist walls. Her hips buck and jump as I finger her. I make a come-hither motion with my finger as if summoning something deep inside her core.

  “More,” she begs in a whispery voice. “Evan, please.”

  My second finger slips inside as I continue licking the hard little bud of her clit. Even just two fingers is a tight fit for her little virgin pussy. I alternate the motion of my fingers, putting incessant pressure against her front wall.

 

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