Stacy and Harold in Her Dorm Room
By Ernest Winchester
Copyright 2011 By Ernest Winchester
“I’m sorry Harold, you won’t find a virgin up there.” Stacy reclined further on the dorm bed, an impious smile on her beautiful mouth, twisting her full lips at the corners. Her thick, curly mane of dark brown hair puffed up to form a frame around her exquisite face as her head came to rest on the bed.
The ‘up there’ Stacy was referring to was the area Harold’s hand was creeping toward, sliding inside her skirt, along her inner thigh. He certainly didn’t expect to find one. How many girls had intact hymens in a liberal arts college, anyway? Certainly not by the second semester even in their freshman year—unless they were real dogs or religious freaks. Why else was it called ‘liberal?’
The closer he got to the ex-virgin territory, the wider she spread her legs. He was extremely grateful she was so willing—that he didn’t have to struggle against the token resistance that many girls used the first time. The first time with a new guy, not the first time for them. It was all an act, he knew, but he often felt he was on the verge of committing date rape when they acted that way, so he never used any force. A little persistence perhaps, but never force. He had never had a virgin that he knew of. For that he was secretly pleased, though at the same time somewhat disappointed. He assumed that he would feel guilty popping a girl’s cherry, especially if it was a girl that he wasn’t all that into and to date he hadn’t been ‘into’ any girl. Losing her virginity should be a really big deal for the girl and he didn’t want to take one casually. Many guys would brag of the number of virgins they had de-flowered, but Harold assumed that most were bull shitting; there couldn’t be that many virgins in the world for them all to get so many. It was a matter of logistics. That was a heady responsibility, taking a girl for her first time.
As his hand reached Stacy’s panties, he was surprised at how damp they were. ‘Damn,’ he thought, ‘no wonder she’s not resisting, she’s as horny as I am.’ He swept his fingertips along the dampened fabric of her crotch, amazed at how silky it felt. He was sure she wasn’t wearing cotton panties. He smiled, and was satisfied with the soft moan that his fingers produced in Stacy. Thinking back to the last time he had been behind her to watch her luxuriant, round behind move, he tried to recall if he had noticed any panty lines visible through the tight skirt she was wearing. All he could remember was how incredible it had looked, as well as how sinuously it moved.
‘Well, there’s only one way to tell,’ he thought, and slid his finger along the bottom of the panty hem, down between her cheeks. Only soft flesh greeted his other fingers as the solitaire middle finger buried itself deep between her cheeks, remaining in contact with the narrowing strip of material. She was definitely wearing a thong.
“Are you an ass fucker?” Stacy asked, with a tremor of a giggle in her voice.
“What?”
“Never mind. First things first. Get my skirt off.” Stacy planted her bare feet on the mattress and bucked her hips into the air to enable her skirt to slide under her ass and down her thighs. This forced Harold’s hand out from between her cheeks. He reached out to help pull the skirt off, but Stacy was so quick, wiggling her legs and feet, that the short garment was off and kicked to the foot of the bed before he could grasp it.
Harold’s eyes went down to check out the small triangular piece of apparel that he had but seconds before been caressing. It was fire engine red, but a damp spot darkened the middle where her labia resided. He realized she was watching his eyes, but he couldn’t take them off the sight he beheld. If she didn’t want him to see it, she wouldn’t have bared it. He sensed that she was proud of the display. She had a right to be.
“Don’t stare at them all night, get them off.”
Harold grabbed the waistband and tugged it around her hips as she again raised her ass into the air. He was two years older and two classes ahead of Stacy, and yet at that moment, he felt like a high school kid in the clutches of a cougar. He vaguely felt he should resent the way she was dictating to him, to bristle at the tone of voice she was using, but he was only too happy to obey. He’d wanted her for a long time and now it was his time. But he knew that this girl was experienced beyond her years.
The brown, hairy triangle glistened with moisture as her ass sank back onto the bed, legs spread, and she grabbed his wrist to pull his hand back into her pussy. “Two fingers in it.” She commanded. He again complied, sliding his middle two fingers in as she used her hands to spread the pubic hair for him, to open her cunt, a cunt that was incredibly hot and wet.
Stacy’s head pressed back on the mattress, arching her shoulders upward, and her mouth opened slightly to emit a long, lowing growl as the fingers of her left hand began oscillating across her clit. He had been ready to use his thumb on the nubbin; after all it wasn’t his first time finger fucking a pussy, but she seemed intent on doing things her way.
“The G-spot! Do it now!” Harold curled his two fingers inside her increasingly heated and slimy burrow and she began quivering as her vaginal muscles gripped his fingers.
The growl became louder and higher in pitch as she reached out to grab his curly red hair in her right hand and painfully jerked his face down to hers. His lips were meshed against hers with such force that they hurt, banging against her teeth as they did, and her growl became a squeal as the length of her body pulsated with an obviously intense orgasm. Amazingly, it was their first kiss, and it lasted for as long as she quivered in the throes of her orgasm.
When she had pulled him down to her, his cock was mashed into the mattress and even tighter inside his jeans. It was so rigid and in need of freedom that it hurt.
‘Oh shit, that orgasm had better not be it for her tonight.’ He thought, as she continued undulating in a sweaty, quivering mass of flesh, still naked only from the waist down. He’d heard stories of girls who got off, then disregarded the needs of the men pleasing them. Comeuppance they considered it.
When her breathing slowed, she looked over at him. “Well get undressed asshole. We don’t have all night.” When they had entered the dorm room earlier, she had explained how she and her roommate had a signal to warn each other when it wasn’t safe to enter. She hadn’t explained what the signal was, but he glanced over at the door, half expecting someone to barge in at any second. Then he quickly undressed.
Harold stood naked beside the bed and Stacy reached out to grab his cock and jerk it so quickly to her face that the rest of him could barely keep up. She slid to the edge of the bed, eyeing the hard cock for several seconds. “When did you last shower?”
“Ah, this morning, before going off to my classes.”
“Close enough, I guess. You’re circumcised, I like that.” And she moved closer to enclose his cock head in her mouth.
Harold was so horny by then that he wondered how long he could last before he blew out the back of her head with his cum. She gave it a few cursory sucks before backing away. “You got a condom?”
Of course he had a condom. What college boy didn’t have a condom in his wallet? Some wallets might contain one for so long that permanent rings could be seen on their surfaces.
“If you don’t, I’ve got a drawer full.”
“No, I’ve got one. Let go and I’ll get it.”
“When I’m ready.” She went back to sucking his cock, vigorously bobbing her head down half of its length.
“You keep that up and I won’t need the condom.”
Her fingers released his shaft and slid under his scrotum, gently squeezing his testicles. “Yeah, you’re getting close. I want you in my cunt first. Then maybe I’ll suck you off later. If you fuck me good first.”
She let him back away to retrieve his wallet and he fumbled with it to get the condom out. The fingers of his right hand were still gooey from her cunt juice and he had a difficult time ripping the packet open. Tearing it open with his teeth brought the sweet taste as well as the enticing aroma to his tongue and nose.
Stacy moved to the middle of the bed and spread her legs invitingly once the condom had been rolled onto his rigid cock. As he positioned himself between her legs and looked up to meet her face, he was for some reason startled to remember that she was still wearing her blouse. When he stared at her large, but clothed breasts, she giggled.
“What?” He hesitated, his cock poised at her pussy entrance.
“Never mind, I’ll tell you later, just get busy and fuck me.”
Harold had a sudden urge to not just fuck her, but fuck her hard because of the way she had been dictating to him. She deserved to suffer a little for that. So when she opened her labia with her fingers, he drove full length into her with one smooth, but rapid stroke.
“Oh fuck, that’s good.” She cried out, as she bucked her cunt upward in greeting and then threw her legs around his hips.
Not only did her wet and welcoming pussy swallow him whole, but she showed no displeasure from the assault. She drew her legs tight against his ass to pull him in deeper; as she made it clear she wanted all he could give.
Harold gave her all he had, and he was proud of what he had to give her. More than one girl had exclaimed that he was too big, that she couldn’t take him—though they always seemed to manage in the end. He was torn between wanting to ram her hard and relentlessly, and wanting to last as long as possible to make sure she got off. To leave her unsatisfied would just not do, she had to scream out in utter ecstasy when she came. When he tried to slow down to give her a different pace, she growled in disapproval. She obviously wanted it hard and constant. So he continued pounding her firmly and brusquely until they both were sweating and grunting from the exertion. Just when he sensed she was nearing her climax, she grabbed him by the hair as she had done earlier and pulled him down for their second kiss as she squealed into his open mouth. Her lips ground solidly against his as her body convulsed and her tongue darted in to find and tangle with his.
The intensity of the kiss was the final impetus he needed, and his hips drove his cock into her with his climax pounding her firmly into the bed.
“Oh fuck, I’ve just got to kiss when I come.” She gasped into his ear when the kiss ended, evidently marking the end of her prolonged orgasm.
Through his mind-blowing bewilderment, he tried to make a point of remembering that fact. He pulled out of her, then off of her and sat on the edge of the bed.
He had to wait for his breathing to return to something close to normal before he could talk. “Okay, now I’ve fucked you, so tell me what you were laughing at before. I hope it wasn’t the size of my cock.”
“Oh god no. That was just fine, bigger than many I’ve had.” She too was finding it hard to talk and breath.
He didn’t particularly like the way she left open the possibility that there might have been others that were larger. “Then what?” He asked, on the way to the bathroom to dispense with the condom.
“I just thought it was funny that you didn’t start with these first,” she motioned toward her breasts with her hand when he returned, “considering how you’ve stared at them all semester.”
“I have not.” He knew better. But damn, they were just too hard to ignore, especially when she wore something that really showed them off, which was almost always. Even through a winter coat, they were evident. But it was embarrassing to have been caught. He always thought he had been so careful with his stealthy glimpses. He remembered the first time he had seen her. It was early in September, and the weather was still hot. She was wearing a T-shirt and no bra, as was evident by the way her nipples showed and the way the breasts swayed as she walked. He was infatuated from that moment on.
“Liar! But every man on this campus stares at them, so why shouldn’t you? I’d think there was something wrong with you if you didn’t.”
He gave her a sheepish grin in admission of the fact. Then to show her that he couldn’t ignore them any further, he reached out and began unbuttoning her blouse.
“Even my homosexual cousin notices them.” She said, as he busied himself with the buttons.
“If he’s a homosexual and your cousin, then that’s two reasons he shouldn’t notice.” By then he had the blouse open and was admiring the mounds that were half hidden by a demi-bra. The faded remains of last summer’s tan contrasted with the lily-white area that no one at the beach, or wherever she had tanned, had been privileged to view as he was then. Her stomach was as white and he realized that she obviously had worn a one-piece suit while out in the sun. He’d pictured her a bikini wearer. He brought both hands to her chest, the fingers of one pulled down gently on the rim of one bra cup, the other reached in and pulled out the breast. It was large, as he was well aware, but firm as he knew an eighteen or nineteen-year-old woman’s should be. He wasn’t sure of her age. He just knew that she was either as a freshman.
He leaned down and took the brown nipple into his mouth, making it hard with his lips and tongue. As that nipple engorged from his attention, his fingers moved under his chin to release the other from its holder. He raised his head to focus on the pair. They looked like duel headlights on an antique car, staring up at him. One nipple was erect and wet with his saliva, the other patiently waiting its turn to be peaked. He gave it the attention it deserved, then rose again to look into her eyes to see if she was enjoying what he was doing, for she had remained silent during the time he was busy at her chest. Her bright, blue-gray eyes seemed non-committal; showing more mischief that eagerness, and he wondered if it was too soon for her to be ignited again. He knew for sure that she had come twice. His lips were bruised to attest to that.
Stacy stroked the fingers of both hands through his curly hair like a course comb, working the mane back from his forehead. “Do you know why you’re here?”
“You said you wanted to show me your room.” They both knew that had been a thin ruse for them to come in and have sex. He had been lusting after her for months and when they had ‘accidentally’ met at the rec center, he couldn’t believe his luck when she rendered the invitation. He glanced around as much as he could with her hands holding tightly into his locks. “Looks like most any dorm room.”
“You’re here because I’d never fucked a red-head before.” He didn’t know to feel honored or fearful that now she had ‘scored one,’ she’d have no further use of him.
“What are you doing, working your way through the color chart? Will it be some blond Swede tomorrow?”
“That’s for me to fucking know.”
“You know, sometime between now and when you get your teaching certificate, you need to work on your foul language. It won’t be good for little Johnny to come home with a neat word the new teacher taught him today.”
“Why, does it bother you?”
Actually in the heat of the action, he didn’t mind it at all. The F word spurred on the passion of the event. But afterward, he could do without it, even though every girl he knew on campus seemed to be quite fond of it. Except for the religious zealots of course. Thankfully, there weren’t many of them.
“In the wrong context, yeah.”
“So what’s the right context?”
“Right in the middle of doing it.”
She laughed and struggled to sit upright to remove and discard the blouse. “Take off my bra.”
He started to rise as if he would need to go behind her to where the clasp was.
“Huh, uh. Stay where you are. Reach around me and do it.”
His arms circled her and his fingertips probed along the strap, searching for the clasp. Their mouths were only inches apart and she closed the distance to initiate a kiss. Though it was their third, it felt like a first kiss, beginning slow and tentative, with only the lightest pressure of lip on lip. Then more pressure, as each applied strength to make the kiss more heated, slowly massaging each other’s lips, until tongues came out and danced together.
When they finally broke the extended kiss he said, “I thought you only kissed during an orgasm.” The kiss had so distracted him that he forgot he was supposed to be unhooking her bra. His hands had been used to pull her tighter into him.
“What makes you think I wasn’t having one just then?” Their mouths were still so close together that each could feel the other’s breath. “And my bra’s still on, asshole.”
Harold chuckled and resumed his task at the clasp.
Then it was her turn to giggle as he fumbled, unable to get the right hold to loosen the clasp. “You better get it done, because I’m not helping you, asshole.”
“Why do you keep calling me ‘asshole’?”
“You’ve got one, don’t you?”
“Just because I’ve got one, doesn’t mean I am one.” He wanted to distract her from the fact that he couldn’t seem to find the way to slide the hooks out of the eyes of her bra clasp.
“Not having much luck, are you?” She grinned.
Harold watched her face closely and suddenly realized that she was inhaling deeply any time he got his fingers under the clasp, making it pull tighter.
“You’re cheating.”
“I didn’t set any parameters. But you’ve got to do it without my help.”
“No help is one thing, deliberate hindrance is something else.”
She continued inhaling and holding her breath until he brought one hand to her side and began tickling her. She collapsed into a giggling fit, falling forward against his chest and exhaled enough for him to see over her shoulders and eye the clasp. With his arms over her shoulders, holding her down, it was easy for him to see that he was doing and unhook the clasp.
“No fair, you cheated.” She exclaimed.
“No parameters, remember?” He slid the bra straps forward and off her arms, pulling the half cups to his nose and inhaled deeply.
“What are you smelling? I don’t stink.”
“No, you smell heavenly.”
She slipped back to the bed and looked up at him, holding his gaze as he drank in the mirth radiating from her eyes.
“You are too fucking beautiful.” He said.
“Talk about my language.” She reached out and pinched his nipples—hard.
He flinched and cried out.
“Well, come on. You earned these, even if you did cheat, so what are you going to do with them?”
Though she didn’t indicate what she was talking about, he clearly knew. He looked back down at her breasts. Even without the bra, they held their shape without sagging, standing round and firm. He reached down and cupped each in a hand, squeezing gently before sliding his fingers out to the nipples to lightly clamp them between the thumb and index finger of each hand. He twisted each as if he was working the tumblers of a pair of combination locks. He leaned down to kiss her again.
“Huh uh. I’m not coming right now.”
“Are you serious about that?”
“You’ll find out in time. Now keep working on the nipples. I’ll let you know when to kiss me.”
“Well, leave some of my red hair, or do you want it all for a souvenir?”
“Don’t you know, I take scalps?”
‘This girl is crazy, but damn I love it. She’s every bit as hot as I thought she’d be, and them some.’ he thought. He couldn’t decide what part of her body he wanted to feast his eyes on, every inch of her so incredibly beautiful.
Harold continued playing with Stacy’s breasts and nipples until she suddenly made him shift completely around on the bed. She positioned him on his back and squatted over his face with her pussy poised over his mouth. “There, I guarantee you’ll be kissing my lips when I come.”
He had no choice but eat her pussy, not that he minded in the least. It was still wet and very pungent from her earlier orgasms and quickly became much wetter as he lashed it systematically with his tongue. He sucked her inner labia into his mouth, then stuck his tongue between them into the warm vagina. She leaned forward slightly, moving her cunt along his mouth until her clit was positioned over it and he drew the delightful bud into his mouth and sucked it taut. He had to raise his head slightly to continue satisfying her, so he reached above his head and gathered in wads of the bed’s cover to form a cushion under the back of his head.
Stacy lean over more and grabbed his cock, pumping it to make it hard, which didn’t take long, then slipped her mouth over the head to play merry-go-round on it with her tongue. When she had enough of his cock head, she lowered her head, pushing the glans back into her throat and lavished her lips on the thick shaft. She used one hand to hold onto the base of his cock while the other massaged his balls.
Harold felt the warmth of her large breasts as they pressed onto his stomach, and marveled again at the firmness of them. The heat of their bodies produced a layer of sweat where there was contact of flesh on flesh.
Moans came from each end of the bed and increased in volume as the combined action became ever more intense. Harold reached around Stacy’s hips and massaged her buttocks, alternately squeezing and pulling them open to see the puckered little anus mere inches from his nose. He recalled her earlier question. Was he an ass fucker? With that delightful backside, he certainly could be. He reached down far enough to wet a finger with her now copious cunt juice and applied the dampened fingertip to her anus, sliding it around before pressing in slightly inward. That produced a most satisfying reaction, for the moans in her throat changed into a powerful growl that sent vibrations down his cock shaft and echoed into his testicles. They were already hot as hell and that caused the bubbling cauldron to inch ever closer to stewing over. He recalled her statement that she was going to suck him off and at that moment he hoped she was serious for he knew he was only seconds from erupting in her mouth. With his lips and tongue locked firmly on her clit, he was in no position to warn her and within two seconds she received the full discharge of his first squirt.
It was a bolt of lightening launched from deep inside his groin, fired with fanatical heat through his cock and obviously welcomed in her mouth for she made no effort to avoid that surge or any of those that followed.
Harold was sure she not only welcomed it, but the action he felt in her genitals told him that his ejaculation must have been the trigger to the orgasm that he not only sensed in her cunt but felt on his fingertip lodged an inch inside her asshole. Her sphincter clinched rhythmically on its first knuckle.
Stacy stayed on top of him as sweat trickled from various patches of her body that were mated with his. It oozed from her breast and his stomach’s coalition and her thighs lying against his shoulders and chest. And it more than trickled from the two of them as she peeled herself from him and turned around to lie beside him.
“Okay you can kiss me now.”
He leaned back to get a clearer view of her face in time to see her mouth open, his cum stringing between her tongue and lip. Some of it slid out of the corner of her mouth to ooze down her jaw. “Oh god, no.”
“Come on, you wanted to just a moment ago.” She moved closer to force a quick kiss on his lips, then turned her head to smear what was on her cheek across his mouth. “There, now you’ve got a good sample of both our cum on your mouth. It’s like vinegar and oil for a salad.”
Harold quickly brought his hand to his face to wipe away his stuff. She was right about that, he had a face full of their mingled sticky goo. How could someone so beautiful be so crude?
“Okay, I guess you’ve had enough.” Stacy rose from the bed, her shapely body displayed proudly as she stretched with feline grace.
Harold stared, unable to believe that he still wanted her despite the fact that he was drained. He sat up and looked down at the area around his cock, wondering if she had swallowed his load or spit it out on him or the bed. There was a fair sized wet spot on the cover but it didn’t look so much like a puddle of his cum as it might have been from the first sex they’d had earlier. “We’ve made a mess on your bed.”
“Oh, it’s not my bed. Mine’s over there.”
“Oh shit. You’re kidding?”
“No, why should I mess up my bed?”
“Won’t your roommate get pissed?”
“She’ll get over it. Come on, let’s get cleaned up.” She reached out and took his hand to assist him from the bed.
Once in the bathroom, she cupped water into her mouth to rinse, then removed a washrag from a towel rack and handed it to him, pointing to the sink as if he wouldn’t know what to do with it. As he dampened the rag, she sat on the commode and proceeded to piss. With the heavy stream gurgling into the water of the bowl, she let out a loud fart. He looked over at her while his face was still coated with soapsuds, he had never seen a woman so nonchalant with her bodily functions, and then he chuckled. He was glad she hadn’t done that a little earlier.
“What are you laughing at now, asshole?”
“You must be the most uninhibited person I’ve ever met.”
“Inhibitions are for people who don’t enjoy life. I enjoy life. How about you, do you enjoy life?”
“I’d like to think so—yeah, definitely.”
“So, you want to enjoy life with me for a while?”
Harold began rinsing away the soap residue to stall giving his answer. What did her invitation mean? What was a while?
“Sure, why not?”
“Good. Did you wash your finger?”
‘What the hell kind of a question was that?’ he wondered, ‘Oh, that finger.’ “Yeah, I washed it.”
“Good. Then dry your hands and come here.”
She pulled several sheets of toilet paper from the roll and handed it to him. “Here, wipe me.” She slid back on the stool and spread her legs to give him access to her pussy. Her gleaming eyes and tight smirk beamed with amusement, as he complied. Just as the paper reached its target, she grabbed his hair and pulled him down for a kiss. The kiss lasted as long as he was wiping and ended when he removed his hand from her cunt.
“Did you have an orgasm right then?” It didn’t seem possible from that limited contact and he suspected that she had been joking with him all along.
“Maybe a little one. Sometimes it’s like aftershocks from a major earthquake.”
He had to agree, the sex had been like an earthquake—volatile and unexpected. He had only gone to the rec center hoping to catch a glimpse of her, knowing her schedule on most evenings. All he had expected was a bit of conversation as had happened between they before—a flirtatious exchange at best.
After she finished cleaning herself, they returned to the bedroom where Harold dressed but enjoyed watching her as she collected hers clothes to put them away rather than putting them back on. She seemed quite content to walk around nude as they chatted about classes and plans both had for becoming teachers. She found excuses to walk past him putting extra movement in her ass as she did so. His eyes would bounce around like a steel ball in a pinball game, going from her firm breasts to her ass to watch her glutes flex, twitching with alluring motion. He would make attempts to grab her ass as she strode past, but she was always anticipating and managed every time to elude his hands.
Sitting at the study desk, he took occasional glances at the messy bed they had used and twinges of guilt would trouble him. But it was her roommate and he had no idea what kind of relationship Stacy had with her.
As the time grew late, Stacy paused at one of the dressers with her arm across the top and her hip cocked out very seductively. With a piercing look, she asked, “So, have you been enjoying the show?”
“I’d say about as much as you’ve been enjoying putting it on.” He kept his eyes locked with hers, allowing no sign of remorse to show.
Her smile grew wider. “I guess it’s curtain time.” She opened a drawer, pulled out a baby-doll and slipped it on. It was nearly transparent and she looked almost as good in it as she had strutting around nude. She then went over to the door and bent over, giving him one last good look at her bare ass as she reached down and pulled an open book of matches from under the door. As she lingered, bent over, he thought of how his face had recently been buried in that beautiful cunt. He couldn’t wait for the next visit, assuming that she was serious about being together for a ‘while.’ He also enjoyed the view of her little brown hole, enticingly visible between her stunning ass cheeks. How serious was she when she mentioned ass fucking earlier in the evening? He imagined what that would be like, grabbing her hips and ramming his cock in there while she was bent over as she was. His cock began twitching at the thought and he wondered, ‘Am I ever going to get enough of this girl? Damn she’s hot!’
By then Harold realized what the signal was. The extended flap on the matchbook would poke out from under the door and be visible to anyone approaching in the hallway. He didn’t remember seeing her put it there.
“Yeah, well, I guess I should go.” He didn’t want to—he felt like staying forever.
“No hurry.”
They talked for another ten minutes until the door suddenly burst open and a young woman came in, slinging a heavily loaded backpack off her shoulder. Harold vaguely recalled seeing her in the rec room or cafeteria with Stacy from time to time. She was plain looking and easy to take little notice of, in contrast near Stacy. She stopped dead, two steps into the room.
“Smells like you’ve been fucking all night—son-of-a-bitch, and on my bed again too! Miss Winters, I aught to call the R A on you.”
Harold was looking for room to reach the door but the roommate was standing too close for him to squeeze by and she was a rather large person. He didn’t want to get in the middle of a catfight, especially when he was involved, though innocently enough.
The roommate glanced over at him and a small hint of recognition glinted in her eyes. “Oh, yeah, him. Was he any good, Stacy?”
Stacy held up her right hand. The thumb pulled down the pinky. “Three good ones—plus.”
The roomie’s face softened. “Oh, really? How’s the rod?” She continued staring at him as if he was a specimen to be studied.
“Big cock, and the clincher is, he knows how to work the G-spot without a road map.”
Harold felt his face flush. He didn’t like that they were talking about him as if he wasn’t even in the room. Although he appreciated the very good evaluation Stacy was giving him, it was still very embarrassing.
Roomie definitely had a change of expression. “Yeah? Hey, maybe we could…”
“Forget it Val. I’ve staked my claim and I’m not about to share—at least not just yet.”
The End