Who is the Real Luke Davis? - Sex Stories

Who is the Real Luke Davis?

... have to find other older guys then." "I'm sure you won't have any trouble finding guys, Kyra. You're more beautiful than you know. And you're smart. You've fun to be around. You're the total package. I mean that."

"It's harder than you think. You can never get the ones you want, you know?" Her voice trailed off. The tension in the room was thick.

Luke realized he was staring at her lips, and leaning slightly forward. "Kyra..."

Kyra leaned toward him. If they'd been closer it would have been easy to kiss, but they were still too far apart, seated at opposite ends of the couch. Nobody wanted to make an awkward lunge.

Luke spoke very softly, "I think maybe it's time for you to go home."

"I don't have to..."

"I know. I need a little time to think, OK?"

"Don't think."

"I don't want you to go, but...I just need to be sure. I hope you understand."

"Luke...I want this."

"I know. I do too. I just don't want to rush into anything. I want to make sure I'm thinking clearly. And I'm not thinking clearly right now. You're so fucking beautiful."

Kyra saw Luke look down at his own crotch. She followed his eyes and saw the bulge from what had to be his hard cock squeezed tightly and pushing against the fabric down the leg of his jeans. She wasn't sure how big, but clearly it was not small. She gasped. Then she bit her lower lip. "I'm not gonna get much sleep tonight."

"I'm not either."

"I'm gonna have to finish what you interrupted." Kyra stood ...

... up.

"Oh." Luke let out a quick, painful sigh. "Don't tell me that."

"You deserve to suffer." Kyra teased, "For frustrating a girl like that."

"I'm sorry."

"You better be. It's gonna take a lot of champagne to make this up to me." She walked over to the door.

"You got it."

"Goodnight, Luke." She opened the door.

"Goodnight, Kyra." She stepped through it and closed the door behind her.

Five seconds later there was a knock. Luke opened the door.

"One more thing: When you cum tonight thinking about me, just remember the real thing is even better." She turned and walked away toward her car.

Luke stood there motionless, watching her until she got in and drove away. He knew he'd just passed up everything he'd been hoping for, but it had all happened too fast. They had to talk first. He hoped he hadn't blown it with her.

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The next day was a Saturday. Luke managed to somehow hold off until 9am before he called her. He called from his car after dropping off Ethan for a pre-planned all-weekend play date at his friend Sammy's. This definitely seemed like a talk, not text, situation. She picked up right away. He spoke first.

"We have to talk."

"No shit."

"Is now a good time?"

"Give me a sec..." He could hear her moving, probably to a different room of her house. "Ok now."

"I've been thinking a lot..."

"Yeah. Me too. And?..."

"And I just gotta lay my cards on the table. Before we do anything...before we make any decisions, I think ...