charge of the situation and moved so fluidly against me had me second-guessing my assumption about her relative lack of experience. And then there was the way she went down on me like a pro and swallowed my cum , for Christ’s sake.
Now, though – now I don’t know what to think. Judging from the way she felt around my fingers, I’d be surprised to find out she’d had anybody inside her before. And naturally my mind can’t help but go directly to the way those same muscles would feel clenched around my cock.
Once we were finished I covered Tawny with kisses before I would let her get dressed – she giggled and squirmed as I nipped at her with my lips and tongue. Then I drove her back to her dorm and left her with a kiss I hope she won’t soon forget.
Now I’m lying in bed, wired, staring up at the tapestry draped from my ceiling. Mostly I’m still riding out the delirium from earlier events, but a part of me is slightly unsettled by some of the things that went on tonight – the snuggling, the laughing, the kissing. I’m all about foreplay; it’s the stuff that happens afterward I’m deficient in. I always figured that was just my style – I’ve only ever been in it for the sex, so after the action itself has reached its endpoint I’ve rarely seen much point in allowing the intimacy to continue.
Now, however, I can’t be so sure. Maybe it’s just that I’ve never been with the right girl.
Tawny – 11:45 PM
B eatrix’s bed was empty when I let myself in earlier, but I can’t tell if Harumi’s here or not since I can’t see into her loft from the floor. If she’s here, she’s obviously asleep – which sucks, because I could really use someone to talk to right now, someone to get out all of my feelings with. I consider calling Rhiannon but decide against it, thinking it’s too late and I’ll save it till tomorrow.
I lie down in bed, but sleep predictably eludes me. I’d wanted to have sex with Kyle tonight, but without really talking about it we seem to have both been on the same page, instead letting things die down and reach their natural conclusion once he was finished fingering me. No one has ever seen me laid bare like that. It was both unnerving and strangely exhilarating.
Still, all things considered, after tonight I’m fairly positive it’s going to happen with Kyle, and I think I’m ready for it to happen soon . Now I only have one concern remaining: how in the world am I going to keep my stupid feelings from getting mixed up in this? It’s just in my nature – Kyle looks at me with this expression of adoration, the way I’m sure he does every girl he fools around with, and I absolutely melt .
It comes down to this: it’s clear I’ll take whatever piece of Kyle he’ll let me have. What’s equally clear, however, is the only way I’ll survive this little experiment intact is by divesting myself of all emotion. Somehow I need to convince myself there won’t be, nor can there be, a future between me and Kyle Freeman.
Part 2
Chapter 11 – Tubing
Friday & Saturday, September 2-3
Tawny – Friday, 3:45 PM
M y intro to language class meets in one of the lecture halls on the second floor of the social science building. On the first day of class we were all appointed to small groups and assigned seats next to our group members. I’m in group 12 with three others – a very talkative girl named Millicent who very ardently insisted we call her Milly, a painfully quiet guy named Peter who spends a lot of time drawing on his forearms with ink pen, and another guy named Aiden who has these really adorable dimples and a self-proclaimed love for melodic metal music. This is Aiden’s third year at UN, but he’s in all freshman level classes because he just switched majors from Agricultural Science, and evidently there’s almost no overlap in credits between the schools of art and science.
Today in class we were assigned our
Now, though – now I don’t know what to think. Judging from the way she felt around my fingers, I’d be surprised to find out she’d had anybody inside her before. And naturally my mind can’t help but go directly to the way those same muscles would feel clenched around my cock.
Once we were finished I covered Tawny with kisses before I would let her get dressed – she giggled and squirmed as I nipped at her with my lips and tongue. Then I drove her back to her dorm and left her with a kiss I hope she won’t soon forget.
Now I’m lying in bed, wired, staring up at the tapestry draped from my ceiling. Mostly I’m still riding out the delirium from earlier events, but a part of me is slightly unsettled by some of the things that went on tonight – the snuggling, the laughing, the kissing. I’m all about foreplay; it’s the stuff that happens afterward I’m deficient in. I always figured that was just my style – I’ve only ever been in it for the sex, so after the action itself has reached its endpoint I’ve rarely seen much point in allowing the intimacy to continue.
Now, however, I can’t be so sure. Maybe it’s just that I’ve never been with the right girl.
Tawny – 11:45 PM
B eatrix’s bed was empty when I let myself in earlier, but I can’t tell if Harumi’s here or not since I can’t see into her loft from the floor. If she’s here, she’s obviously asleep – which sucks, because I could really use someone to talk to right now, someone to get out all of my feelings with. I consider calling Rhiannon but decide against it, thinking it’s too late and I’ll save it till tomorrow.
I lie down in bed, but sleep predictably eludes me. I’d wanted to have sex with Kyle tonight, but without really talking about it we seem to have both been on the same page, instead letting things die down and reach their natural conclusion once he was finished fingering me. No one has ever seen me laid bare like that. It was both unnerving and strangely exhilarating.
Still, all things considered, after tonight I’m fairly positive it’s going to happen with Kyle, and I think I’m ready for it to happen soon . Now I only have one concern remaining: how in the world am I going to keep my stupid feelings from getting mixed up in this? It’s just in my nature – Kyle looks at me with this expression of adoration, the way I’m sure he does every girl he fools around with, and I absolutely melt .
It comes down to this: it’s clear I’ll take whatever piece of Kyle he’ll let me have. What’s equally clear, however, is the only way I’ll survive this little experiment intact is by divesting myself of all emotion. Somehow I need to convince myself there won’t be, nor can there be, a future between me and Kyle Freeman.
Part 2
Chapter 11 – Tubing
Friday & Saturday, September 2-3
Tawny – Friday, 3:45 PM
M y intro to language class meets in one of the lecture halls on the second floor of the social science building. On the first day of class we were all appointed to small groups and assigned seats next to our group members. I’m in group 12 with three others – a very talkative girl named Millicent who very ardently insisted we call her Milly, a painfully quiet guy named Peter who spends a lot of time drawing on his forearms with ink pen, and another guy named Aiden who has these really adorable dimples and a self-proclaimed love for melodic metal music. This is Aiden’s third year at UN, but he’s in all freshman level classes because he just switched majors from Agricultural Science, and evidently there’s almost no overlap in credits between the schools of art and science.
Today in class we were assigned our
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