1. Bitch, I Love You


    Date: 12/1/2023, Categories: Group Sex Author: bycountdowntolov3 

    ... looked preposterous, dressed in a hodgepodge of Davin's oversized clothes. Basketball shorts that could have been capris. A tee that suggested hip-hop, not princess. Our plan had been a good one, but in classic hoe fashion, we hadn't thought past the sex.

"Feel better?" she asked.

I blushed. I was coming back from the bathrooms, having been unenthused about doing my double creampie cleanup at Davin's thin walled place.

My swivel chair squeaked in protest against my exhausted slump. It translated my poor accuracy into a rotation. That was fine. I let it spin me slowly around to face Heather.

"So?" she said, once I'd completed my orbit.

"So, what?"

Heather tossed her hair. If fell back down weightily. Not the usual effect.

"So, did you fall in love with me?"

It wasn't really a surprising question. And I had my response ready. Some girl in pink flip flops had been taking her sweet time in the shower. So I'd had some thinking time before taking care of business. "Not in a gay way," I quipped.

Heather didn't press the issue, which did surprise me. I'd planned out a whole conversation full of whitty retorts, dodges, and half truths. It was almost disappointing. But only almost. Because, instead of verbal sparring, Heather flopped back onto my bed. "Well, if you promise to keep pretending, we can crash together tonight," she said.

"That's a weird way of asking to stay over."

"Fine. I'll just walk across campus at 2 am with no bra on. Wouldn't want ...
    ... you to be inconvenienced."

I managed to laugh and groan at the same time. "You can borrow a bra."

Without moving any other part of her body, Heather turned her head to look at me. "Bitch," was all she said.

I slid out of my chair, managing not to topple over under the genuine weight of my exhaustion. Heather reached out her hand, and for the second time that night, she pulled me into bed with her.

When I woke up, I was lying on my back. Heather's head was on my lap. She was breathing through her mouth and leaking a little stream of drool onto my shirt, between my tits.

My little dorm room stank. It stank of sweat. It stank of dried jizz. And it stank of pussy. I doubted my morning breath, with a side of unwashed teeth, was going to help it any. But still, I wasn't complaining. It was a small price to have Heather sleeping in my arms.

Slowly, gently, I squeezed her to me. Her leg wrapped itself around me. Bare skin on bare skin, burning hot where her upper thigh cradled.mine. She'd kicked off Davin's baggy basketball shorts at some point during the night.

"Good morning, hoe," she murmured.

"Morning. What time is it?" I slurred back.

Heather nuzzled against me, like a cat nestling back into cushions. "Who cares," she said. Then, I felt her twitch ever so slightly, and she exhaled a sort of lazy snuffling laugh.

"What?"

Heather's fings traced unhurried over my belly and sternum. They poked at the wet spot by her mouth, between my tits. "Guess I got ...
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