Who is the Real Luke Davis? - Sex Stories

Who is the Real Luke Davis?

... think about feeling her up, think about her blowing him, think about eating her, think about fucking her. Think about any of those things, think about all of those things, always have them not just in the back, but in the front of his mind, even if they weren't talking about sex directly. Do that, and somehow, maybe only in her subconscious, she'd pick up the signals. She'd get the message. It seemed certainly worth a try.

But Luke quickly realized he needed to calm down. He was definitely getting ahead of himself. What had he really seen from her that he could be sure of? Practically nothing. She'd been a little flirtatious, and had called him by his first name. That could be just normal schoolgirl games, testing the boundaries a little. That story she found, and her reaction to it, was going to be the key. He planned to check the camera footage tonight, as soon as she'd gone home. Yes, it was getting late, and he'd had a long day, but he wouldn't be able to sleep without seeing what was there. When Luke got home it was five minutes after 11:00. Kyra was asleep on the couch again. She looked so peaceful, so beautiful. He sat on the coffee table and just stared at her for a couple minutes. He imagined kissing her again. Then he imagined those lips around the head of his cock as she looked up at him with those big clear blue eyes. His dick got hard. Her eyes slowly opened and she saw him there.

"Oh. Hi Luke. How long have you been here?" She spoke sleepily, lazily, then ...

... stretched out her arms in a way that made her breasts pull against the buttons of her blouse. Then she sat up. "Mmmmmm. I was having the best dream!"

"Oh yeah? What about?" As she talked, he was thinking how soft those breasts must feel, and how he'd like to roll those nipples between his fingers, pulling gently.

"Oh nothing. Just a guy I know."

"I see...is he cute?"

"Very!"

"Anything you care to share?"

"Not particularly. It was nice though."

"OK Kyra. I know a girl needs to have her secrets."

"Like boys don't have secrets too."

Luke liked the way this conversation was going. His dick was still hard from thinking about her body. She probably hadn't noticed it, the way he was sitting, but if he stood up now there'd be no hiding it. "Not so much. Most guys are pretty much an open book."

"Not all guys, though."

"I suppose that's right. Not all guys."

"How about you, Luke? Do you have any secrets?"

"Probably not any you don't know about. I think you know me pretty well."

"Sometimes I think I do; sometimes I think I don't."

"OK. Ask away. One question. Anything you want to know. I'll do my best to tell you the truth."

"Ooooh! Let me think..."

Luke laughed. He thought about standing up, to give her something to think about, but didn't.

"OK. I got it. How old were you when you lost your virginity?"

"Jesus, Kyra! Maybe something a little less...personal?" Luke was shocked, but good naturedly. Was Kyra still a virgin? He didn't ...