Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... people walk by, I saw her. It was a bit chilly out so Lara wasn’t wearing the most flattering clothes, jeans, a sweater, and a light jacket, but she wore it well. She was only fifteen, but already has a body an adult would be jealous of, nicely rounded hips, pear-shaped breasts just ample enough to overfill a hand, and slender legs. “Hey,” I said over the open window. There were other people around, and I didn’t want to give her a reputation as a cousin fucker, even though at least one of her friends already knew, because I’d fucked them both together. That girl wasn’t around then, so I covered for her. “You seen Mikey around?” Mikey was her b*****r, around my age. “His phone’s off.” Lara gave me a half smile. “Hey Mark. I think he said he was going to a friend’s place. I don’t know which one.” “Shit,” I said, then shrugged. “Oh well. You want a ride?” Soon after that, we were at her place. Nobody else was home and, if her parents did show up, I could pretend I was waiting for her b*****r. We went down to the basement, where there was a TV and a nice set of couches. “I’m actually kind of glad you texted today,” she told me as we sat. “What, you’re not usually? I’m hurt.” “Shut up, it’s just I was especially horny today. It’s been too long since I hooked up with anybody.” We weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend or anything, I fucked other girls and she fucked other guys, but I didn’t like to be reminded of it. Normally we’d make out a little, I’d rub her boobs, just to get the ...

... juices flowing and get her started down the road to cum, but after what she said, I decided to opt for a crude, quicker approach. “Oh yeah?” I said. “Let’s see.” I worked my hand under her top but then when I touched skin, I slid down. With her jeans still buttoned tight it took some effort, but since that effort had my fingers rubbing around her mound, she didn’t seem to mind much. On the contrary, she was squirming weakly, but doing nothing to stop me. Finally my fingertips brushed her pussy, but I went even deeper. “Wow, you are wet.” “That’s why I have you here,” she said. “To take care of it.” One thing I learned last summer was the benefits of staying in control. It may not be true with all women, but it worked with Faith, after all. So spectacularly well, that I kept that pattern up. That’s not to say I’ll be a selfish lover, or abusive, but whenever possible, I try to set the agenda, rather than letting the girl. Sometimes I don’t even let them have a say. So, even though I have no problem with spending a lot of time fingering a girl, or even performing oral sex, I pulled my hand away from her and towards my pants. “Well, before I use my mouth, I think I’d like to use yours.” My dick was already hard and ready to stand up proudly once released from its fabric restraint. I don’t like to brag, but I’ve got a respectable dick. It’s not black-porn-star huge, but I’ve never had a complaint about it either, and a few girls have commented on how it’s bigger than they thought, ...