TooClose
1051 Words
Isabelle
I thought he was going to stop or he would be ashamed, rather, a proud smile lingered on his lips as he kept thrusting in and over her tongue.
My heart pounded into my ears. My breath was coming in faster as I struggled to breath. I felt my body flush hot.
As the girl nestled her mouth at the base of his shaft, gagging on his d**k, the boy held my gaze, his eyes filled with a primal lust.
I felt a hot need to swell between my thighs and clit ached to be touched.
As she stroked his c**k, it jerked on her. His face tightened and his thighs convulsed as he s**t his sperm skyward, splattering across his belly.
Before he opened his eyes, I had scurried out of there. I locked the door and leaned against it.
My chest heaved as my breath flared. A tension brimmed in my p***y and my cracks were wet—wet as f**k.
I crawled into the bed and pulled the blanket over my head.
“Don’t think about it, don’t think about it,” I muttered to myself multiple times.
My body tingled and I felt clit begging to be touched and my cunt wanting to be f****d.
I grunted. I shouldn’t say such vulgar words they would only turn me on.
My phone beeped and I reached out for it. Too quickly. Like that could make me forget what I had seen.
It was a message from Daniel.
Daniel: Oh I forgot to mention, I have a housemate. His name is Henrys. I’ll be back tomorrow morning. There's a snack in the freezer.
My stomach tightened. I was going to be alone with that boy.
No. I shook my head. He has a girl with him.
Just when I tried to force myself to sleep, the girl’s moans grew louder. Thumps of him f*****g her filled the house
“f**k,” she repeated, half a cry and half a moan.
I turned on the bed. My p***y was still hot and aching. Without thinking, I took off my trousers, pants and I parted my legs.
I was so turned on I could feel the gentle brush against my nearly shaved cunt. My fingers dove down my wet p***y and as I began rubbing my clit back and forth.
My back arched against the bed as pleasure tore up my spine. A ghost of a moan slipped out of my lips as I pressed harder, feeling the wetness and warmth of my bud against my fingertips.
My free hand moved to my hard n*****s and I gently squeezed them through the fabric of my shirt.
I could still hear the moan louder, begging the boy to f**k her. I could still hear the wet smack sound of his c**k driving into her p***y.
My hole clenched, begging for something to fill it up. I wanted to slip my fingers in, to finger f**k myself. Maybe that would make me feel better. But I was also scared, so I stuck to massaging my clits.
I dipped my hand into my mouth, sucked in my fingers, wetting them before pinching at my n*****s again drawing more moans from my throat.
I imagined myself being f****d, his c**k drilling into me and stretching my p***y walls, making me scream like the blond outside. I pressed my fingers harder on my clit, running my fingers up and down violently.
My breath became heavier and my movement more erratic as I climbed the pleasure hill. Sparks flooded my veins, my eyes rolled into my head and I felt my whole body quiver.
My moans got louder with them, and as she screamed, she was probably having an orgasm.
My hips shut off the bed as I climaxed, my juice sliding down the cracks of my ass.
I lay there on the bed, my breath coming in heavy.
Did I just masturbate to people having s*x? A thick feeling of shame coiled in my chest.
I brought my hand to my face, my breath warm against my palm. I could still smell my orgasm on my fingers.
Rising up, I headed towards the bathroom and took a shower. Once I was done I slipped into my nightgown, crawled back to bed and forced myself to sleep.
*******
The next morning, I woke up, my throat feeling parched and my body tight with the lingering feelings from last night.
I told myself last night didn’t happen. I didn’t see anything and I didn't do anything. Sitting up, I crossed my leg like that would make the heat between them go away.
But if anything, it made the ache deeper, like my body wanted more, something more than what it got last night.
I get up from the bed and headed out of the room. I needed water. A cold one that could knock my senses back in place.
Compared to last night, the house was quiet now. I strode past the living room. Getting to the kitchen, there he was. Henrys, sitting behind the kitchen island, was sipping from a glass of water.
His pajama shirt was partly unbuttoned, exposing a sliver of his shirt. His jet black ruffled and few strands falling across his striking features.
“Good morning.” He smiled like last night never happened.
Like I didn’t see him shoving his d**k down another girl’s throat.
“Good morning,” I responded, my voice low and tight.
My body locked and with an awkward gait, I headed towards the fridge. Opening the fridge, I pretended not to notice the way his gaze followed me. But I did.
I felt heat settle at the base of my spine and my n*****s tighten beneath the nightwear.
“You’re Daniel’s sister?” Henry asked.
“Yes,” I said, taking the keg out of the fridge. “Please, the cup.”
He pointed at the cupboard. “I didn’t know he had a sister.”
“Step-sister,” I said, “and we’re not that close.” I heard the cupboard
As I opened the cupboard, I felt his figure behind me, his body almost pressing into mine.
He was close. Too close.
“About last night,” he began.
And my breath shuddered out.
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