Chapter 18 Sexy Purple Thong
Xavier’s Point of View
“Xavier seems like the kind of person who would be meek and gentle in bed.” My lips curved up as my eyes flickered towards the next sentence. “I personally preferred he would at least suck and bite me in all my sensitive spots as he did in my dreams.”
I felt a sharp rush of adrenaline in my veins, and I groaned loudly, feeling that part of my body stiffen at the thought of Alan having such erotic dreams about me.
Do I just suck, lick, and bite her in those dreams? Or do we do more than that? I held the pages of the book even tighter, wondering if she really wanted me to do all these things to her. Or was this book just one of many scribbled down, random, impulsive thoughts?
My fingers ran through my hair, a sharp sigh escaping my nostrils, and then I just snapped it shut.
The things in there were just too wild and unhealthy for a young man like me. It’s like I had read about twenty pages of pure porn featuring me, and it was just pure torture for me, because my arousal was starting to become painful.
I’m impressed she wrote such lengthy notes in such a limited amount of time.
But I just have to listen to what the doctor said, in order for me to get better, I needed to stay away from such dangerous materials, and that’s one of the main reasons I agreed to come to this school.
It could help with the rehabilitation of my mind, but in a school filled with just boys, there is a girl who wanted to be touched and burned by fire.
My dick twitched painfully in my pants. I tried to hold it in.
I tried so hard and so much, but I just couldn’t; I just needed to answer the call of nature... the doctor said nothing about doing it once, nor did anyone talk about abstaining totally from it.
I just needed to do it properly.
Thankfully, I was alone.
Noah’s training lasts at least two hours, and Alan probably won’t come home until midnight. Nothing was stopping me from relieving myself. Images of Alan being naked flashed through my mind, and I quizzed myself on what color I think her nipples would be, brown or pink.
“Am I really doing this?” I asked myself again, excitement rushed into me as I dug through her clothes in her closet, and then my fingers caught something.
Some stringy material, different from the rest of the clothes that were above the surface, this was buried deep, and I think I know why.
I pulled it out, and the material morphed into a lacy thong. I stared down at it with delight. I brought it to my nose and inhaled deeply, fuck, she smelled so natural; the damp scent of femininity fueled the mind wrecking urge that I lost my battle of self-control.
It’s almost as if I didn’t stand a chance when it came to Alan.
My cock sprang free, throbbing, and a soft sigh escaped me as I grabbed onto it, clutching the thong tightly in between my other hand and inhaled again. Fuck, my hands began to move, stroking my thick, veiny shaft; I groaned from the building pleasure.
“Ugh,” The image of myself sucking on Alan’s nipples flashed through my brain, and my body shook as pleasure rippled through me; beads of arousal forming at the swollen tip of cock.
“Ahh! Fuck, Alan.” I groaned, my hands going a little faster, lubricating myself with my precum. My body tensed. I was close; I could feel it. Suddenly, the door opened, and Alan waltzed.
I felt my heart stop in my chest as her pretty amber eyes shot in my direction. She froze in confusion, and her startled expression deserves to win a Nobel prize.
Her eyes flickered down, noticing the dick in my hands, still throbbing painfully, begging to be released. Unsure of what was going on, her hands flew to cover her mouth. I didn’t have any explanation; I was only grateful it wasn’t Noah.
It would be weird explaining to another man why I was masturbating in the middle of our dorm room.
“Xavier?” She asked curiously, noticing the color of embarrassment spread across her cheeks. I strode towards her, in panic, she grabbed the doorknob, about to dash out of the room, when I grabbed her, and slammed her against the door.
“Xavier, what are you doing?” She asked curiously, as I said nothing but leaned into her, my body holding hers against the door. “Sorry for coming in without knocking. I can leave while you finish up.”
“You’re not going to ask me what I am doing with your panties?” I asked, my voice gruff, and my breath came out in shaky pants. Shamelessly, I leaned further into her, intentionally pressing my hard cock against her thighs.
She squirmed in discomfort.
“P-Panties.” She stuttered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I am talking about this sexy purple thong right here.” I held it in front of her. “Isn’t it weird for a boy to have that?” I smirked. “You smell so good, though.”
She stared back at me, her eyes searching to see if I knew she was a girl, or if I was only luring her to confess.
“Let go of me,” She groaned. “This is inappropriate.”
“Shh,” I leaned in, stuffing the thong in her breast pocket, as I pulled on the collar of the inner shirt she was wearing. Her bare shoulder was exposed to me, and the sight made me mad with desire.
“Xavier, what has gotten into you?” She asked in panic, she placed her small hands on her chest, trying to shove me away.
Ignoring the protests, I kissed her cheeks and trailed the kisses down to her neck, sucking on a spot there, and then down to her shoulders. She smelled so good, and my hard cock pulsated.
“You wanted me to touch and lick you in your sensitive areas, didn’t you?” I muttered, and she stilled almost immediately. “Sounds familiar, doesn’t it? Do I always suck your boobs in your dreams? If you want, I could suck them for you now.”
My hands reached her chest as I tried to grab something, but it was tightly compacted together.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” She remained adamant as she slapped my hand away from her chest.
“I have known for a while now, so don’t waste your time trying to deceive me.” I tucked in the ends of her shirt from the trousers she was wearing, and she squirmed against me. “I can just find out myself—let’s see if I am lying.”
“No, no, wait.” Her eyes were wide as she grabbed my hands, preventing them from slipping into her pants. My chest heaving dangerously, I cocked an eyebrow at him. “I am on my period.”
I pulled her closer, inhaling her scent deeply, licking, and kissing the skin of her neck and shoulder. “Just stay still then.” I groaned as I found my own hard cock again and began to stroke it.
“Ou, hmm…mhm,” She bit down on her lips to stop the moan from escaping as I sucked on her neck.
The sensation was way different now that Alan was standing before me, and making all these perverted sounds when I sucked on her skin, than when I was just inhaling her scent from the thong.
I pumped harder, my body tensed, and I slammed her harder into the door, my teeth caught the skin of her shoulders.
“Aah!” She squealed, and with a popping pressure, I shot my cum against her thighs.
Fuck, that’s one of the best orgasms I have ever had in my life, from just masturbating.