The Goth - Sex Stories

The Goth

... even slightly,"Really? Of course not. I mean that I don't mind it not for you not too." All said within two seconds. She just laughed softly and continued to remove her shirt. She tossed it aside but I didn't see where. I was too busy looking at her perfect upper body for the first time. My eyes following the curves of her muscles as she worked the belt loose from her skirt. My eyes following these movements until she turned sideways so her silhouette showed her breast. I silently cursed myself for not turning the light on first. She slowly bent over lowering her short skirt to the ground, which was completely unneeded since she could have just as easily let it drop. She stepped out of the skirt and solved the light problem for me. She walked over and turned on the light going over to the dresser. If she was aware of the fact that I was staring at her every movement, she didn't show it. "So where are your sleep clothes?" Her voice sounding sweet and innocent. "I usually sleep in the clothes I was born with." I almost blurted out to her. Though I actually said," Normally I just sleep in my boxers." She smiled more hearing that then hid the smile before she turned," Alright, get ready for bed." She motioned with her hand in a playful impatient motion. I couldn't help but worry slightly when I stood. I had been working out with Ghost three times a week so I was in better shape then before, but still. I slowly removed the black shirt I had been wearing and lets my pants drop so ...

... I was just standing in my boxers. Just to be an ass she whistled and hooted as I did. To which I lift a middle finger. "You promise?" She blurted out before she could stop herself and was instantly bright red in the face, which showed even more since she was pale as a ghost. She quickly turned the light out to try and hid the fact by turning out the lights. With a smirk I climbed into bed with her next to me and laid out flat on my back. She instantly laid her head on my chest and draped her legs over mine. Which pressed her breast against my side and laid her leg so that if her leg moved it would rub my half hard cock. Which she done on more then one occasion. My arm was wrapped around her resting on her shoulder so my hand was moving up and down her arm slowly as she was drawing small circles on my bare chest. Suddenly she switched from the pad of her finger and gently dug her nails into my chest. Looking down to her, knowing a couple of her weaknesses already, and dug my nails gently into her arm and dragging my nails up her bare flesh, receiving a small moan for that. She slowly raised up and looked at me before pressing her lips firmly to mine. Slowly, hungrily we began deepening the kiss. My hand moving up and down her back, my nails tracing her spine, supplying the occasional shutter from her. Moving my hand over the clasp of her bra I quickly unsnapped it. As if she was waiting for just that she adjusted enough to remove it and tossed the bra aside. While she was off ...