Chapter 6: Wet dreams

"Humm… yeah, you should go to bed. It's a long day" I say, my voice a little gruff.

She then leaned down to kiss me on the cheeks, doubling my agony. If I die with blue balls, it will be worth it.

"Good night, Josh" she says before going back upstairs leaving me where I was seated.

Now, I really need to take that cold shower and jerk all these dirty thoughts off my mind.

Annie.

I know I quickly had to escape before anything else happened between us. I was thrilled with excitement as I made my way back to my room upstairs. A part of me can't believe I just did that. I saw the huge bulge in his pants and I almost shouted. It was so big. Bigger than the few one's I've seen on the phone. Pete and I never had sex so we see no need to get in each other's pant. I'm thrilled because I know I caused that effect on him. I can make him want me. I was also turned on too and when I hugged him, my body buzzed with want.

Longing.

Desire.

Lust.

I walked into the room and shut the door behind me. I lay on the bed and slid my panties off. I really need to cum so badly. I tried to think of what Josh will be doing. Will he be thinking of it right now as he strokes himself? Robbing his long cock back and forth? Back in my dorm, I always have to watch porn to get this turned on and most times I use my vibrator to finish off the just job. But here, I need no vibrator or porn. A few minutes with Josh is all it takes. Who could tell that an innocent and silent dinner with him would result like this?

I had told him how guys only want to take my virginity. Pete and a few other guys who know. I would have let them but the truth is, I don't want them. They are young and immature for me. As a girl who's always wanted bigger men, I always wanted josh. I've had an everlasting crush on him since I was fifteen.

And then he offered me advice. Showing me who to get a guy, without realizing who exactly I want. Or does he know and he feigns innocence.

I picked up two pillows and laid them behind my back, raising my butt higher and giving me the exact position I wanted. The suitable position for sex.

I spread my legs wider, shuddering as the cold air hit my core. I move my hand in between my hips and close my eyes.  Normally my masturbation fantasies are usually of faceless men: Pete, Or the handsome pornstart I just finished watching but this time there’s a face which makes it feel so real and knowing he's just a few meters away. I picture Josh in my mind.

Everything about him is hard, from his eyes to the set of his jaw. I picture him giving me the same heated look he gave me while we were having dinner. The one that's screams 'Fuck me'. Rubbing my pussy against my middle Finger, while my other hand plays with my clit. I pretend I'm wrapping my legs around his hips and I crawl into his lap to straddle him.  I imagine rubbing my clit against  his hard-on and using him for my pleasure while he sits completely still, fighting not to touch me while he fails miserably. Because the look on his face would be of desire, longing, want. Like he should shealt the tiny bit of clothes separating us away and fuck me senseless.

Pressing my finger further into the pussy, I gasp. I shudder at the shock of desire that shoots up my spine. My pussy gets so wet for him. My hands feel the folds and petals within my little kitty—my slickness makes the pants more. I'm Bare. Just for him. Just because I thought he’d like it. Because it felt feminine and soft in the shower when I pressed my own hand against  the slickness and imagined this moment. Like the way I'm doing now.

My breathing quickens and my heart beats as I quickens the pace of my finger.I moan and grind harder against  my finger. My other hand moved up to my breast and pinched my already hardened nipple. I cry out. How does that feel so good?

I'm so powerless to my desires, I pictured that he’d suddenly lift me from his lap, slam me down onto his desk, and put his face between my legs. He’d need to taste me. He’d use his tongue and fingers to prepare my tight pussy for his cock. Every move of my hips sends streaks of pleasure through my body. My skin tingles as I think of all the things Josh would do to my body. I move my fingers  faster, pressing down harder as the images start to flash through my mind one after another until the orgasm breaks through. I shudder as pulses run through my body, leaving me shaky and weak. My climax hits me hard and it’s all I can do to hold myself up as I ride out the waves of pleasure.

My body’s on fire, my heart racing like I just finished the New York City marathon. I’ve never felt this way in my entire Nineteen years. I know this is Really going to be a long summer.

The next morning.

I closed my eyes as soon as I opened them, confusion settling in. Why is it so dark in here? Usually my dorm in college has thick blinds and the windows are always closed. I took into my surroundings the bed, painting on the bed wall and the single loveseat sitting at the corner of the bedroom. And that was when I recollected.

Pete broke up with me. Ouch, that still guys because he was a nice guy. I drove here last night and almost lost my way and oh. The black car. Thank God dad's giving me a new range Rover. Actually, my old one sucks so… but wait?

Josh!

Oh my god! My hand flew to my mouth on their own Accord as they shut the gasp that almost escaped. I met Josh here last night. The events of last night came to me. How I met him in the bathroom, how I felt when he leaned closer to me against the door to the tiny bedroom for the summer. How he threatened me if I ever got near it. My dirty thoughts in the shower. How I came out and the look on his face seeing me just in my towel. Dinner.

Yes, dinner. Dinner was the most exciting part of last night. When I say dinner I didn't mean the lasagna he made. No. Neither am I talking about the beer I drank. I meant what we talked about. How I talked to him about Pete. And his advice. Yes. That's exactly it.

Heat flushed my cheeks as I recollected the words.

Today is another day. I know he wants me. There's no denying it. He might have been a coward five years ago because I was underage but now I'm no longer Fifteen. I'm Nineteen and almost twenty for Goodness sake. I control my own desires even if they are forbidden. And that meant Josh, I can do anything I want to have him in my bed. We shall see how he responds to that.