Chapter 93 Naughty Night {1}
"Nathan..."
My name on her lips was usually a big turn-on for me. I let my hands graze her milky naked boobs, brushing against her hardened nipples.
She let out a moan which spurn blood surging into my growing shaft. Its rise a soothing yet exciting feeling sending shivers down my spine.
I groaned, rolling in my bed while flicking my eyes open to the dim fluorescent lights. I was alone, and there was no Karen, my girlfriend.
Recalling the way our bodies usually meld whenever she was around tweaked my rod in my briefs. I hissed, hating myself for thinking about us in an ungodly way.
Yet, I still couldn't help envisioning her succulent round boobs in my hands. They were like oranges that once taken for a bite or squeezed for their juices, you might never want to back out from sucking. I let myself envision myself taking a gentle suck from her roes. And the feeling they gave me.....
How about the sleek feel of her skin? It was flawless and smooth that it could make your flesh pimple at the very touch of her.
It was wrong to miss her horribly, perhaps torturing to not have her with me. But worst of all, never knowing if she was still truly mine.
I sucked in my breath as I let myself be clouded by the overwhelming need for her. With a pat to my groin, I rubbed the provocative arousal of my need.
It jerked at my touch, and I thrust my hand into the interior of my briefs - releasing my manhood from the tightness of my briefs.
It sprang out upward magnificently under the lights while my hand outlined the shape of the one-eye monster.
One stroke.
Two strokes.
Just a little touch here and there, and maybe I would feel better. And Karen and I could continue our malice like we always did, I smirked at my thoughts - feeling like the devilish lord that I was.
I adjusted myself in a comfortable position as my hand tilted towards the ridge and hilt of my manhood soaring me towards the verge of an incoming tide.
The quivering feeling it sent through my body made my hand rub harder on the rod. What started as a sweetening balm started to twist into an excruciating pain.
The hilt of my anaconda began to burn, and the bridge between the cap and the hilt began to peel as my hardened strokes worked ferociously on it.
I paused, biting my inner lower lip as the feeling unveiled a slow hate in me.
What was I doing?
I detested masturbating, and look where that was getting me. I thought imbibing the odd excitement about strokes on a shaft would probably steer me down that lane.
But it was not to be, at least not for me.
And then it hit me. The memories of our shambles and arguments. It had been a fortnight ever since Karen and I fought.
She'd complained bitterly about spending some quality time with me due to how I was choked up with activities at work. But I'd pleaded she be understanding, my pleas however produced more venomous replies from her.
Then, she pushed me to be firm with her, hoping that would work in my favor. That only resulted in fierce arguments and cursing from her end.
She refused to pick up my calls or reply to any of my text messages. It troubled me because it only punctuated how much I missed her.
I was never like this, never the man accustomed to silent treatment - nor was I the one weakened to my very bones.
Now, I needed her and her absence truly haunted me.
What if she was with another guy? After all, she was still in college and was used to meeting handsome young men each day.
Or what if she had preferably and silently moved on because she was tired of my consuming fury and nonchalant attention towards her?
I was the working guy, one who was lucky to get a job at a reputable company quickly after graduation. I was formerly her senior and we'd slowly started to heat things up when it was her sophomore year.
Well, it could all be figured out instead of staying laid-back and planting empty seeds in the air. I shouldn't be assuming that she was with another dude out there.
I searched for one of my favorite polo and trousers which she loved seeing on me, and bought her a few packages before finally flagging a cab that drove me towards her school's hostel.
I would just hop in, see her, and talk to her for a while then swing out of there before the closure time, I told myself.
But the more I thought about the possibilities of my insecurities, the more I pushed back the silent voice that told me to turn around and remain the stoic devil.
She was supposed to be seeking for me and never the other way around.....
I was knocking but she wasn't answering. Could it be she wasn't in the hostel, but she wasn't even answering her phone.
"Man, turn the hell back home!" that harsh voice came again. "She doesn't want you."
Interestingly, my knuckles racked on the door of her room.
"Let's not jump to conclusions," I replied in a dark voice, hoping that would do.
I heard the lock click - and the thrill in me raced up to power hundred. The door creak open and a tired face of Karen showed.
So much for thinking she was with another guy.
"Nathan?" She called out softly, rubbing her eyes.
That sweet feminine voice, I'd missed it terribly.
"I've been calling, you haven't been picking."
Don't mind my tone, I just needed to sound like the man I was.
"I've been sleeping," she sighed, stepping away from the door while she let me in.
"I was studying all night. I'm sorry I wasn't up to pick your calls..." She apologized, turning away to walk towards the chair in the room.
My eyes raked her body. She was dressed in a tank top which captured her tits quite nicely, and her free shorts allowed silly thoughts to dance in my head.
My dick kicked, reminding me of how titillating her buttocks was, how they could jumble in my hands while she rode me.
I knew why I was here, I was horny and I needed to get laid. But how do I make it seem like I didn't come here for all of that?
"What are you doing here? You were the one not picking up my calls, remember?" It seemed something must have popped into her head as she swerved to meet my gaze.