Dennis and Janelle - Sex Stories

Dennis and Janelle

Dennis came back to his room after breakfast to find Janelle still lying in his bed. She had put on her bra by now but her dark legs were still bare. They were crossed over each other as she lay on top of his mattress with the sheets thrown on the side. She looked at him like she’d expected him to bring back food. “I should really leave soon,” she said. “Whatever,” said Dennis. He sat at his desk and turned on his computer. He opened up World of Warcraft. “Um, Dennis? Did anybody ever teach you manners?” Janelle laughed as she said it. “Not really. My Dad was always yelling at me and my sister at inappropriate times. My Mom was always drunk. You do the math.” The sounds of World of Warcraft began. Janelle stared at him. “You aren’t serious,” she said. Dennis took some time to respond. “Why wouldn’t I be?” he said. “Because I can never tell if you’re being serious or not. Everything seems ironic to you. Like a joke or something.” “Maybe I find everything ironic and funny and serious.” Dennis played the game. Janelle looked at the mattress. She stood and took her jeans from the floor. She noticed her right bra strap was twisted. She flipped it around the right way. She pulled on her black panties that she’d been wearing for days. She didn’t look at Dennis but assumed he was watching her out of the corners of his eyes. Before she could buckler her jeans her arms dropped to her sides. She listened to the sounds of Dennis’ computer and felt that she had to say something. “Dennis, ...

... are you okay?” Dennis’ eyes were red. A tear was dampening his cheek. Janelle put on her shirt. “Okay, I’m going now. I’ve got homework to catch up on. I…” Dennis pushed his computer down his desk until it bumped against his wall. He stood and strode over to Janelle. “You’re the only girl I’ve ever felt this way about,” he said. Janelle felt her heart beating faster. “Felt what about?” she said. “This absurd urge to fuck you.” He said it like he was stating an item on a menu. Janelle turned and went to the door. She stopped and stared at the door handle. She heard him approach. She felt his hand slide across her belly. Her shirt was a thin, blue and made of silk. It felt like it had already torn off under his fingers. Janelle thought of Dennis’ fingers, which she’d sucked the night before. She felt his tongue swishing from side to side on her clitoris and up and down. His fingers were placed on her lips as if to silence her—and Janelle wasn’t that loud. She wanted to be straightforward in sex as she was in life. She would moan exactly as much as she enjoyed it. When she felt Dennis’ tongue, it made her feel very strange at first; almost as if there were some kind of fish flopping around on her private parts. But this was because only one other guy had attempted to do this to her before, and he was a disaster. Dennis knew what he was doing. His tongue moved the same way his personality moved; impersonal, energetic, fast, tingly. He rubbed two of his fingers on his other hand ...