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Two friends meet while out running.
He unbutton her jeans and let his hands fall inside her pants. His fingers rubbed and massaged her body. He could feel how wet she was through her cloth covered pussy. Every time he ran his finger up and down her slit, she could feel herself get more soaked.
"Mmm," she moaned into his mouth as he finally slipped his fingers past her panty line and into her pussy.
"God, you have no idea how bad I want to rip your clothes off and fuck you right now," he whispered into her ear. She could definitely tell he was holding back a little. What it was exactly, she had no clue.
"I wish you could fuck me right now," she replied, hoping she was getting to him.
"I'm very tempted, but not now. We've only got thirty more seconds," he exclaimed. That's when Taylor realized the people on the other side of the closet were counting down. Wow, time flew by fast.
"Later. Tonight. My room. I'll be waiting."
That was the last thing he said to her before he removed his hand, buttoned her pants and readjusted himself. Suddenly the door swung open and it was time for them to leave.
Just before she left the closet, Angelica pulled her close and whispered, "You didn't do anything with him, right?"
"Course not, Ang. Don't worry about it," Taylor replied. She suddenly felt bad about lying to her friend's face. Maybe I shouldn't take that offer, she'd thought.
Now, her body ached for him as she remembered the words he whispered in her ear a few hours ago. She literally shivered with excitement when he said it to her. He whispered those words with such authority that it turned her on and scared her at the same time. She didn't even know it was possible to feel that way.
She had to touch him again, she said to herself as she thought about the way his fingers massaged her 'down there' at the party. How his lips sucked at the sensitive skin on her neck. God, she wanted him. No, she needed him. She needed to feel his rock hard body pressed against hers. She'd been thinking about it from the moment they left that stuffy closet.
Taylor blocked out all thoughts of the potential consequences and rose out of bed. She mindlessly opened the door and walked into the hall. She walked, each step making her legs wobble, until she reached his door. She didn't knock, or call out his name. He, of course, was already expecting her. She twisted the knob of his door and pushed it open before taking a deep breath.
When she was ready, she walked into his room and shut the door behind her. The small lamp on his dresser illuminated the room. The dimmed lighting caused by the dying light bulb gave the room a calm appearance. She looked around at his various posters of rock bands and musicians on his wall. Jimi Hendrix, Nirvana, Smashing Pumpkins, Offspring, Red Hot Chili Peppers, etc. When her eyes were done looking around his room, they settled on the figure stretched out on the bed.
He was laying on his bed with his hands clasped behind his head. The only clothing that clung to his body was his black boxers. She could see every muscle in his arms and the bumpy contours of his toned stomach. That boy had the body of a Greek god and why he didn't use his incredibly good looks to model was beyond her.
The sound of It Ends Tonight by the All-American Rejects became nothing more than background noise. She looked at him and he looked back at her with those intense greenish-blue eyes. She gulped as he sat up in bed and moved to the edge. He ushered her to come forward with his index finger. She walked over slowly, robotically following his silent command. She could feel the intense heat of his stare burning through her.
She was only wearing one of her father's old work shirts with two buttons fastened. The shirt stopped just mid-thigh and her only other accessories were her ponytail and her blue lace thong. Other than that, she was completely bare to him.
She stopped in front of him and let her hands rest of his shoulders.