Sophomore Year Pt. 05 - Sex Stories

Sophomore Year Pt. 05

... forward with my tongue extended. I slid her G-string aside and spent the next five minutes kissing, squeezing and licking as much of her gorgeous rear as I could, eventually settling into a long, deep French kiss with her tight little pucker.

Just as I started to smell her aroused pussy, Clarice stood and took a step to the desk to retrieve a tube of lube. Leaning over the desk, she slid off her G-string and drizzled the lube over the top of her cute little butt crack so it ran down towards her asshole. She deftly intercepted the drip with her finger as it crossed her hole and redirected it into her depths.

When she had thoroughly greased her hole, she turned and knelt in front of me. Coating her hands with lube, she took hold of my throbbing cock and massaged the goo onto its length.

When Clarice was satisfied that we were both sufficiently lubricated she stood up and looked at me. I took that as my cue and asked her, "What position would you like?"

She turned away, straddled my legs, and reached back between her legs to grab my cock. As she started lowered her ass to make contact with my cock head, she answered, "This seems nice."

As I felt her ass slide down over my shaft, I had to agree. She took my length in one smooth move, until she was sitting on my hips. Then she lifted her feet off the floor and propped her feet up on my thighs. After sliding my cock in and out of her steamy hole a couple of times, she settled down on my lap, my cock balls deep in ...

... her ass, and leaned back against my chest with her head resting against my cheek. She let out a contented sigh, wrapped crossed her arms around herself, and said, "You know you're very special to me."

I wrapped my arms around her and planted a row of kisses from her shoulder to the nape of her neck before I answered, "You're very special to me too."

We sat like that for a while, enjoying each other's warmth and the feel of our bodies pressed together. Occasionally Clarice would stroke my arm, and I occasionally kissed her neck and nibbled her ear. After a time, I broke the silence by asking, "Do you think Patty knows I'm falling in love with you?"

"I'm sure she does, and I know she's okay with it."

"You guys really don't keep any secrets. When did you talk about that?"

Clarice laughed, "We didn't, but when Patty told me it was just going to be the two of us tonight, she suggested this outfit. She staged the whole thing, helping me with my hair, picking out a perfume that she knows you like. All of these candles are hers. You don't set a romantic scene for your boyfriend and another girl if you think they're just going to stay friends with benefits."

For some reason I suddenly felt defensive, "So she doesn't want to date me anymore? What did I do to her?"

Clarice reached back and stroked my head as she gently answered, "She still wants you as a lover, and she loves you as a friend, but she's a smart girl who sees that we love each other on a deeper level. ...