Chanel and Ethan 19 - Sex Stories

Chanel and Ethan 19

... I have to go,” Ethan whispers nuzzling his nose into my neck. My eyes open and the room is nearly dark still, Ethan’s perfect face is an inch from mine. I smile. “Hey.” He grins back. “Hey, sorry to wake you. I have to go to work, but I wanted to say goodbye.” I frown and notice Ethan is fully dressed and I’m still completely naked under my sheets. “You can’t leave,” I claim and wrap my arms around his neck. His puts his left hand on my back and pulls me to a sitting position. The sheet falls and my bare tits are pressed against his shirt. He kisses me unforgivingly and my body immediately responds. He pulls away when we’re both breathing hard and puts his forehead to mine. “Don’t tempt me to stay,” he warns and I smile. “I need to go...but I want to see you later.” His confession heats his face under my hands and I nearly giggle. I’m glad he’s still being honest. “Okay.” “Call me when you get off work,” he says and gives me another kiss. When I bite his lip he groans and releases me, jumping up from the bed. He clears his throat. “Goodbye Chanel,” he says, grabs his jacket and leaves. Half way through my day at work, I find a text from Ethan, and like the girl I am, my stomach knots in excitement. *Remember how I said I wanted to see you later?* Reads the message. *Yes?* I keep it short and slip away for lunch. While I’m in line to purchase my food, my phone beeps again. *Well, I had forgotten of other plans I made.* He confesses and my twisted stomach drops a little. ...

... *That’s ok, I’ll see you another time.* *Actually I was wondering if you’d join me in the activity?* he replies and I smile growing curious. “Activity?* Seven hours later, Ethan, his friends Michael, Robert and John, and myself, all leave the paintball field. His obligation was to shoot and get shot by balls of paint with CO2 powered guns. And he wanted me to join. I slide off my borrowed face mask and unzip my protective jacket, laughing as we enter the main building. My hair is in a long braid hanging over my shoulder, unfortunately tainted with blue paint. My jacket and skin tight jeans are splattered with a neon mixture of green, blue, yellow and orange. The boys all have my signature pink in a few spots each. Michael claims he did the best, though he was obviously the second body to be hit the most. I snicker and facetiously wipe off some pink paint from Ethan’s neck and he wraps his arm around my waist as we walk, flashing me a neat smile. “So In ‘N’ Out?” John asks confirming our next adventure; eating. “Yeah,” Ethan replies while Robert simultaneously answers, “I’m down.” The boys split off heading to the lockers to retrieve their belongings they didn’t want damaged in battle. Ethan leans in to kiss me before he goes. “I probably shouldn’t have invited you,” he says against my mouth, though his smile is telling me he’s joking. “Why?” I ask looking up at him. “I think all my friends like you too much now,” he grins and pulls me closer. I smile showing all of my perfect white ...