Losing It Again - Sex Stories

Losing It Again

... murmurs, taking advantage of the closeness to draw my lips into a tender kiss. Moaning, I surrender into his mouth and savour his taste. Our tongues slowly stroke each other, our lips lost in unhurried caresses. I feel his fingertips climb up my bare skin, drawing me into his spell and I willingly surrender myself to it. When we eventually break, Mark pulls away slightly and I notice his eyes have darkened to an almost emerald green. “Beth, I-“ he starts and as my heart begins to thump, my front door opens, causing us to look behind me. “Hey you two! Did you have fun?” my older sister Sarah greets us and I am inwardly cursing her for ruining the moment. “Yeah, we did. Ummm, I better go,” Mark quickly pulls away, letting me go and turns to head to his car. I can’t let him leave so suddenly, so I lift my skirt to go after him. “Mark, wait,” I say, almost urging him to finish what he said but as I reach him, he turns to cup my face. He can see what I am silently asking him but he doesn’t say it. He only gives me an adoring smile that makes me shyly bite my lip. “I will tell you later, I promise,” he whispers, pressing his lips to mine. With that, I nod and watch him get into his car and leave. ***************** Five days later and I am packing for a short stay in Boston. I glance at my phone and I have to remind myself that I am single. There have been no texts or calls since that morning; Mark has inexplicably disappeared. I texted him the afternoon he left but I got a curt ...

... reply back: 'Sorry, can’t talk. Will text you soon .' No kisses, no smiley faces, nothing affectionate. Two days pass without a word. I try calling him but all I get is his voicemail. I couldn’t sleep that night. Too tired of debating of whether he was too busy to talk to me or he didn’t want to talk to me at all, I figured that he didn’t want things to continue. The following day, I decided to try and save what little dignity I had left and saved him the trouble: ' You don’t want to talk to me, fine. Don’t bother calling, because I won’t answer .' The moment I sent that text, I half-thought that he would reply back. He didn’t and a part of me was glad. I don’t cry, I’m not even angry. All I feel is gratification; I wouldn’t be humiliated a second time. Besides, there is a special introduction day at the college I have been accepted into and I am determined to move onto the next chapter of my life with a fresh start. With a deep breath, I continue packing. ***************** The college is gorgeous and surrounded by beautiful buildings, an impressive library on my field of study, psychology, and the dorms aren’t too bad. I have been getting flyers for parties and get-togethers off-campus all day but all I want, after a long day of exploring, is to return to my hotel and have a bath. After a leisurely soak in vanilla-scented water, I dress myself in a silk nightie and a fluffy gown. Looking through the little basket of free toiletries, I raise my eyebrows at the couple of condoms ...