Just touch me,’ she begged, arching impatiently against his hand. He couldn’t make either of them wait any longer. Slowly, he brought his middle finger down and slid it gently over her folds. Jasmine threw her head back. ‘God, yes. Keep going.’ He did it again, this time his fingertip slipping between and gathering her wetness. He parted her with two fingers and found the center of her universe, rubbing it in small circles. She cried out against his lips, and was lost. The taste of her, the smell of her, the feel of her so close against him, skin to skin. Time and space had no meaning anymore. There was only her.
16. After school in my cousin's apartment (across street from campus) that I'd use to try n get pussy after skool, before they got home from work. Had a home basketball game that night at 7. Went thru two 3 packs of rubbers within a hour and a half tops. Had the energy of a Xanax overdose victim by game time and stunk it up from what I remember. The lucky lady was a cheerleader n I kept remembering how I wished the fuckin game would end so I could take a shower n maybe get laid again before her curfew. Between the sex juices and the ball sweat from my game, the smell I had goin on when I finally got undressed was a truly unique kind of foul.
Last bit... she was the coach's daughter, which obviously ended up backfiring on me just like my dad said it would when he somehow found out we were doin that.
It was quite nice. If I close my eyes I can still smell the mix of outboard oil and gas mixed with catfish from the carpet in the family van. Visually I don't remember much as family tradition requires first timers to be blind folded. I do remember getting to have an apple on a string to enjoy at the time and afterwards I couldn't sit for 2 weeks.
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Did she dance beneath the starry sky?
Last bit... she was the coach's daughter, which obviously ended up backfiring on me just like my dad said it would when he somehow found out we were doin that.
10/10 would do again.
This might be the fucking grossest thing ive ever read
Okay, I re-read it and you did take a shower. Who bathed you? Grandpa Sankey?