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How did it come to this? I asked myself as I rolled over to take a better look at the stranger that occupied my bed. He was a good looking guy, so I felt better about the situation. Then I realized who it was - John, the guy who took me to the lake. Feeling excited, I snuggled close to him to feel his skin upon my own.
I tried to remember the night and what had happened to lead up to this. I thought back to the previous day and remembered that John and I went to the lake. He took me out there because I had just recently moved to the area and didn't know much about my surroundings. We spent the day drinking and talking about whatever all day. Then it hit me. Oh fuck. I thought to myself. I cheated on Brian. A slight feeling of regret suddenly came over me. The damage - though minimal as far as I was concerned - had already been done.
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I've never cheated on my boyfriend. Never have and never will. I find it morally wrong. However, that still hasn't stopped me from drooling over the guy I recently met. John stands about 5'8", has gorgeous hazel eyes with brown hair. His facial features include a square jaw line leading into a pointed chin and high cheek bones. His build was developed from his wrestling days in high school.
John had vaguely mentioned his spare time hobby of writing and when he did I was amazed with what he actually wrote about. When he said erotica, not only was I shocked, I was also turned on. I felt that familiar tingle between my legs and some of my juices began to leak out. Then he completely soaked my panties when he said his favorite category to write about is reluctance.
"That's hot," I said as I just stared at him. "Reluctance is fucking hot."
"It sure is fun to write," he said with a grin on his face. I'm pretty sure he just checked me out.
"What made you start writing erotica?" By now my juices are really flowing.
"I was bored one day and decided to Google 'sex stories' and some links popped up. I read a few and decided that is something I wanna try out, so I did," he answered that with relative ease.
"I'm impressed," I replied before my eyes ventured toward his cock. I could see the outline of it through his shorts and this made me that much more wet. "Are any of your stories real?" Curiosity was getting the best of me.
"A couple of them are, but for the most part they are fantasy." I swear his eyes are roaming up and down my body. "I'll have to show you some of them."
"That would be hot." The words left my mouth before I had time to even consider what I should say. Fuck me! Why did I do that? My nipples were very hard and I'm positive they are visible. I waited for him to look away before inspecting my own arousal. Yep, sure enough they are hard.
"I can show you some of them when I take you home." He just stared at me.
"Okay," was all I could muster up to stay. I knew this was inappropriate and could lead to much more than I want, but at the moment I don't give a shit. I'm not going to make the first move. If he comes on to me then fine. Wait, what am I thinking? I can't do this! I've always been faithful to Brian. I can't fuck that up now!
John and I continued drinking and admiring the lake for a couple more hours until the effects of the beer had began to take it's toll on me. I stood up and about fell into the lake when John stood up and caught me.
"You okay?" he asked as I regained my balance.
"Yeah, yeah, just had a one too many I guess." I laughed as I clung to him for support. "Thank god for you or my ass would be in that lake." I straightened up and just looked into his eyes. I could see he was feeling the same effects that I was feeling and maybe a hint of lust behind them as well. No, that's just my imagination.
"I'm thinking I better get you home." Once again, he stared at me before turning towards his truck. "Need any help walking?" This time he just smiled.
"Oh you jerk! But yes I would love some help." I returned the smile and linked my arm with his. He guided me towards the truck and as we got closer, he slyly put his arm around my waist. "What do you think you're doing?" I asked, trying to sound as playful as I could.
"Just wanted to make sure you weren't gonna fall over again," he shot back with a smile.
"Fair enough," I giggled and we continued our way the short distance to his truck. He opened up the door for me and I got in. We began the drive back to my house and millions of questions began flowing through my head. "Can you tell if someone is good in bed by just looking at them?" John looked somewhat startled by this question, but still looked calm as he answered.
"Well, sometimes. I mean, you can look at someone and think they are good, but when it comes down to it, they may not be that great. While on the other hand, you look at someone and think they may be terrible, but turn out to be fantastic, so it's kinda hard to judge at times. Why?" He raised his eye brows as he looked over at me.
"I was just curious. I mean, you write about sex and could possibly know what you're talking about, so it would only make sense if you could notice right away." I bit my lip as I said that and immediately began cursing myself for letting my arousal be so obvious. I'm sure he caught that, but his reply didn't imply so.
"That's a very valid point. My assumptions have been right as many times as they have been wrong, so I don't know." He continued staring at the road ahead of us.
God, my arousal was at its peak. I wanted so bad to have him pull over and take me right here, but at the same time I didn't want to cheat on Brian. Damn, I wish I had Brian right now. I wish I could feel his cock deep inside my aching pussy. Well, any cock for that matter I guess.
"Do you think I'd be good in bed?" This question made him swerve a bit.
"You? Honestly, I think you would be good. Don't get me wrong, I would fuck the shit out of you and you have a great body, but you have that little thing called a boyfriend." Now I was convinced that he, indeed, was checking me out. I'm pretty sure there's a wet spot on the outside of my shorts.
"Yeah, boyfriend. He's so far away though." I stared straight ahead and realized we were pretty close to my house. "I still want to see these stories of yours." I winked at him as we turned into my drive way.
"Just show me to your computer and you can have all the access you want." He opened his door and got out. Before I had my seat belt off, John was already opening my door to help me out.
"Thanks, you're too sweet." I took his arms as he led me up to the door.
I reached for the door knob and we entered my small, two bedroom house. The front door led to the living room where I have a couch, recliner and a TV. Straight through the living room, to the back of the house is the kitchen. It consists of a table with four chairs, a microwave, oven and of course a sink. Left of the living room are the two bedrooms that are separated by a bathroom. I led him straight to my room where I keep my lap top.
I flipped on the light switch and flopped down on my bed, my head still somewhat spinning. John sat next to me and began rubbing my back.
"Feeling okay?" John asked as he continued his gentle rubbing across the clasp to my bra.
"Yeah, I'm a little more tipsy than I should be, but I'll be okay. Now, show me those stories," I said as I reached for my lap top and opened it up before handed it to him.
John took the lap top and immediately brought up the browser. He went to Lush Stories and then signed in.
"Oh these are published, huh?" I sat up to take a better look at the screen.
"Yep, so lots of people have read my stories. Here's one." He hands me the computer while I get into a comfortable position.
I remember sitting back and beginning to read his story. I'm working my way through the introduction and can't help but think of how good his writing is. I'm not even to the sex part and I'm already drawn into his piece of work. The plot of the story is finally starting to develop and already I can tell it's going to have a great ending. This sounds kinda cheesy and cliche, but that's how I felt at that particular moment. Come on, I know the sex has to be coming soon.. Ha, literally and figuratively speaking. I giggled to myself about the irony of that statement. Oh, here we go. Hmm, I wonder how I'll react to the sex scene? Ah, fuck it. If I have to frig myself off during the story, I will. Who cares if he's here or not? I sure as hell don't right now.
I'm really getting into the sex scene and realized that John was still there. Hmm, let's give John a little show. Without taking my eyes off the screen, I slowly place my right hand on my right breast and slowly start rubbing my nipple through the thin tank top I'm wearing. I can feel my rock hard nipple as I began to pinch and pull on it. This sends a jolt of energy through my body, straight to my dripping cunt. I can feel the warmth protruding from between my legs. Oh I hope his eyes are on me and not the computer. I used my peripheral vision to see if he was staring at me and sure enough, his eyes were glued to my breasts. I casually glanced over at him and he quickly looked away.
"Like what you see?" I asked him with a slightly hoarse voice.
"Um, well, excuse me, I didn't mean to stare, but I wasn't exactly expecting you to something along the lines of what you're still doing. Fuck, you're sexy." He looked away and immediately his face turned bright red.
"Keep watching me. It makes me feel very sexy." I reached up with my left hand and turned his face towards me while my right kept playing with my nipple. I turned my attention back to the screen and just feeling his gaze made me way more wet than I could've ever imagined being.
I went back to reading the sex scene as my mind began racing. Fuck me, is this really happening? My right hand began it's descend from my pert breast and down my flat stomach. For a second I almost forgot that John was still watching me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see John rubbing the length of his leg and it didn't take me long to realize that he was stroking his cock through his shorts.
"Go ahead, pull it out and stroke it while you watch me." I kept my eyes glued to the screen. "I can see how bad you want to."
John cleared his throat and shifted on the bed as he slid his shorts down just enough to free his cock from the prison that it was in. When it cleared the waist band of his shorts, it came back and slapped him in the stomach with the force as if it were spring loaded. I tore my eyes from the computer screen to inspect this beauty in front of me. I'm sure a gasp of some sort escaped my mouth when I took in the size of his monster.
"You like what you see?" he asked in a mocking tone.
All I could do was shake my head as I watched him grasp the base of his trunk and began slowly stroking up and down, precum already leaking out.
I forced my attention back to the screen and continued reading the virtual scene in front of me. I hadn't realized my hand was already inside my shorts, softly rubbing my pantie covered slit. All of the excitement from the night had definitely soaked my underwear, but I didn't give a shit because I knew my arousal would be taken care of one way or another. Oh, how I want his cock inside me. I pushed the drench barrier to the side and began strumming my clit as I continued reading the rest of the story.
I finished reading and by this time I had no interest in any of his other stuff. I removed my soaked hand from my shorts and moved the lap top off my lap. Brian was the furthest thing from my mind at this point. All I was concerned about was getting rid of the ache that was beginning to drive me crazy. I sat up and removed my tank top then my bra. The cool air hit my nipples and made them even harder than they already were. Another tingle was sent straight to my pussy. I kicked off my shoes before I began to undo my shorts.
"Wha.. what are you doing?" John asked as his voice slightly cracked.
"I'm so fucking horny right now. I need you deep inside me." I rolled over and took John's hard cock into my hand. I began stroking his impressive member as he raised his hips to take his shorts the rest of the way off. I had to pause a moment as he sat up to take his shirt off. Finally his body was revealed to me and this time I knew I gasped. "Wow, you're sexy." I breathed as I admired the work of his body. Thank God for wrestling.
"You're fucking gorgeous." John could not peel his eyes off me. I felt sexier than ever.
I moved between his legs and took a hold of his cock once more and began lightly stroking it before I enclosed my mouth around the head.
