out of here so she can start kicking herself for kissing someone so far beneath her.
“Yes, please stay. We can go to breakfast?” She nervously toys with the hem of her shirt.
“Sounds good. And hey, if you have any trouble in the shower just shout, I can come help you out,” I offer with a wink.
She blushes bright red and wiggles out of my arms. She gathers up some clothes and a towel and slips out into the hallway to go to the bathroom. I look over at her roommate's side of the room. It looks like she never came home last night.
I do my best not to picture Eve naked and soapy but that’s nearly impossible and I’m hard again in seconds. Fuck that girl does something to me that I just can’t escape.
I wonder if I can kiss her again. Was that meant only as a one time thing last night? Does she regret it? Before I can spend any more time pondering the situation Eve returns. Her hair hangs damp on her shoulders. She’s wearing tight jeans and a slightly baggy v-neck shirt that shows off a generous amount of cleavage. I think my mouth might actually start to water. I rise from the bed and stand in front of her only a few inches separating us.
Will she be mad if I kiss her? She licks her lips and I involuntarily reach for her hips, pulling her against me. She lets out a shaky breath. Fuck it, she can be mad, but I need to taste her lips again.
I tilt her head up and bring my lips down to hers tentatively weary of a rebuff. But, to my surprise, she parts her lips immediately to deepen the kiss.
She tastes like minty toothpaste and I suddenly realize I haven’t brushed my teeth yet. I pull back and smile sheepishly at her.
“Sorry, I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”
“I don’t care,” She says getting up on her tiptoes to meet my lips once more.
This girl is going to be the death of me and I honestly don’t even mind. Her stomach growls loudly and we both pull back laughing.
“Breakfast?”
She nods and smiles at me shyly, a faint pink in her cheeks from our kiss.
We go to the dinner a few blocks off campus and both order french toast.
“I want to ask you something,” Eve says sipping her orange juice as we wait for our food. Her cheeks go pink again and she casts her gaze downward.
This ought to be good.
“Sure.” I nod to encourage her to go on.
She chews her bottom lip for a moment and continues to look anywhere but at me.
“I was, um, wondering if maybe...you could...kind of, I don’t know...sort of…” She stammers.
“Just spit it out already, Angel,” I laugh.
“Critique my kissing.” She goes from pink to deep red. “I mean, since it was my first time, and I don’t want to be some freak who doesn’t know how to kiss correctly. So, maybe you could kind of, give me some pointers based on the experience,” She rambles on until I reach across the table and rest my hand on hers in an attempt to calm her nerves.
“You want my honest opinion?” I try to conceal my smile and appear somber.
She nods furiously and finally meets my gaze.
“A+, Angel. You were hesitant at first, which is to be expected. But, to most guys, myself included, that can be a turn on itself. It’s a reminder you haven’t been out there hooking up with every guy you’ve come across. And, your work with my lip ring, mmmm.”
I have to stop to take a deep breath. Would Eve be as skilled working around my other piercings as she was with my lip ring? My cock immediately comes to life, very interested in my train of thought. With a shake of my head I force myself to focus on the conversation at hand.
“I can’t tell you the number of girls I’ve kissed who fumble around it trying to figure out what to do.”
“Really? I mean, you’re not just trying to be nice?”
“I’m not just trying to be nice,” I assure her. “But, if you feel that you could use more practice before you test your skills out in the field I’d be happy to be your
“Yes, please stay. We can go to breakfast?” She nervously toys with the hem of her shirt.
“Sounds good. And hey, if you have any trouble in the shower just shout, I can come help you out,” I offer with a wink.
She blushes bright red and wiggles out of my arms. She gathers up some clothes and a towel and slips out into the hallway to go to the bathroom. I look over at her roommate's side of the room. It looks like she never came home last night.
I do my best not to picture Eve naked and soapy but that’s nearly impossible and I’m hard again in seconds. Fuck that girl does something to me that I just can’t escape.
I wonder if I can kiss her again. Was that meant only as a one time thing last night? Does she regret it? Before I can spend any more time pondering the situation Eve returns. Her hair hangs damp on her shoulders. She’s wearing tight jeans and a slightly baggy v-neck shirt that shows off a generous amount of cleavage. I think my mouth might actually start to water. I rise from the bed and stand in front of her only a few inches separating us.
Will she be mad if I kiss her? She licks her lips and I involuntarily reach for her hips, pulling her against me. She lets out a shaky breath. Fuck it, she can be mad, but I need to taste her lips again.
I tilt her head up and bring my lips down to hers tentatively weary of a rebuff. But, to my surprise, she parts her lips immediately to deepen the kiss.
She tastes like minty toothpaste and I suddenly realize I haven’t brushed my teeth yet. I pull back and smile sheepishly at her.
“Sorry, I haven’t brushed my teeth yet.”
“I don’t care,” She says getting up on her tiptoes to meet my lips once more.
This girl is going to be the death of me and I honestly don’t even mind. Her stomach growls loudly and we both pull back laughing.
“Breakfast?”
She nods and smiles at me shyly, a faint pink in her cheeks from our kiss.
We go to the dinner a few blocks off campus and both order french toast.
“I want to ask you something,” Eve says sipping her orange juice as we wait for our food. Her cheeks go pink again and she casts her gaze downward.
This ought to be good.
“Sure.” I nod to encourage her to go on.
She chews her bottom lip for a moment and continues to look anywhere but at me.
“I was, um, wondering if maybe...you could...kind of, I don’t know...sort of…” She stammers.
“Just spit it out already, Angel,” I laugh.
“Critique my kissing.” She goes from pink to deep red. “I mean, since it was my first time, and I don’t want to be some freak who doesn’t know how to kiss correctly. So, maybe you could kind of, give me some pointers based on the experience,” She rambles on until I reach across the table and rest my hand on hers in an attempt to calm her nerves.
“You want my honest opinion?” I try to conceal my smile and appear somber.
She nods furiously and finally meets my gaze.
“A+, Angel. You were hesitant at first, which is to be expected. But, to most guys, myself included, that can be a turn on itself. It’s a reminder you haven’t been out there hooking up with every guy you’ve come across. And, your work with my lip ring, mmmm.”
I have to stop to take a deep breath. Would Eve be as skilled working around my other piercings as she was with my lip ring? My cock immediately comes to life, very interested in my train of thought. With a shake of my head I force myself to focus on the conversation at hand.
“I can’t tell you the number of girls I’ve kissed who fumble around it trying to figure out what to do.”
“Really? I mean, you’re not just trying to be nice?”
“I’m not just trying to be nice,” I assure her. “But, if you feel that you could use more practice before you test your skills out in the field I’d be happy to be your
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