What dreams may be - Sex Stories

What dreams may be

... probably failing to look cool. I saw Miranda across the room talking with her roommate, her head bobbing up and down as Sasha spoke. She was wearing a tight black tank top and form-fitting blue jeans that really showed off her curvy figure. As with most college parties, there were drinking games. I played and got a little drunk, but I didn’t want to get smashed. Miranda was laughing a lot and mingling with the crowd. Slowly people began to leave the party and eventually whoever was left was sitting on the couch or floor watching TV. One by one, the other party goers milled out the door. “Alright, Miranda, I’ll see you tomorrow.” A tall blonde girl waved as she closed the door behind her. I waved and said goodbye before realizing she was the last one to leave. Now it was just me and Miranda. We both sat on the couch, staring straight ahead at the TV. After a few minutes I worked up enough courage and put my hand on her thigh. She turned to face me and we locked eyes. Her normally soft green eyes were now wide and intense. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I pulled my hand away and silently cursed myself. I felt her hand on mine and she guided it back to her thigh, so I began to slowly rub it up and down. “Is this okay?” I asked shyly. She only nodded, not taking her eyes off of me. “Where is your roommate?” I blurted out. “She went to bed already,” Miranda said as she leaned in and kissed me. Her soft lips teased me and I felt her tongue in my mouth. Her hand was on mine again, but ...

... this time she pushed it further up her thigh, in between her legs. She spread her legs a little further apart, allowing me to rub her with ease as she let out a quiet breathy moan. I kissed her neck as her head fell back. She pushed me back against the couch and got on top of me, straddling my thigh as she ground her hips back and forth. My cock was rock hard as I reached around behind her and felt her shapely ass through the tight jeans. When she would come forward in her riding I would reach my hand through from behind and gently rub her pussy through her jeans. I took her tank top off and buried my face in between her small firm tits, kissing and licking her nipples while she rode my thigh. “I want you,” I whispered into her ear. She pushed me back again and undid the top button on her jeans. She slowly unzipped the front before standing and wiggling her hips out of the tight jeans. I could see a wet spot forming on her tight green panties and that’s when I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. I stood up and grabbed her, planting my lips on hers while spinning her around. I gently sat her back on the couch and slipped her panties off. Her wet pussy looked delicious and I ran my tongue about and down, savouring the taste. She was breathing quickly and stifling her moans as I found her clit with my tongue and lightly flicked it back and forth, teasingly. She reached down with one hand and splayed her lips open, allowing me easier access grabbing a fist full of my hair with ...