Who Am I Now? - Sex Stories

Who Am I Now?

... her body ended and the air began. “Billy.” Her voice was down to a stage whisper. “Tomorrow’s Friday. Friday .” Squeezing one breast, he let the other hand slip down the front of her body and into the front of her sweatpants. He raked at her panties just to see what kind she was wearing, then skimmed his fingers inside them, feeling the smoothness of her puffed mound after her weekly shave. “If I showed up tomorrow would you turn me away?” His fingers raked firmly over the perfect texture of her pussy. He dug further down to rake at her lips, which were already beginning to swell and flush. Tendrils of smoke started to rise out of the popper. She pounded her fist down once on the counter and then scrabbled for the popcorn maker, groping to shut it off. After a moment, she finally yanked the cord out of the wall. “What are you talking about?” Her voice wasn’t much more than a hissing sound while his finger settled into the damp furrow between her pussy lips and dragged over her clit. He rubbed at her harder than he’d ever dared before. Ooze flushed his fingers and he could feel a tremor wobble through her thighs. “I’m talking about the days of the fucking week,” he said, grinding his finger toward the mouth of her sheath. “Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday. Whatever.” He let go of her breast and moved his left down into the back of her sweats, squeezing her full ass cheek while he kept rubbing her pussy with the right. “Thursday, Friday, Saturday. Waiting around six days for you is ...

... fucking torture.” Penelope uttered something that sounded like a hiccough. Bill pulled both hands from her sweatpants and started to lift her shirt. “Billy. Bill!” she protested. “We’re not even in the bedroom yet.” “I want you here and I want you now.” He lifted the shirt over her head and spun her around by the shoulders. Roughly the same height, they were looking directly into each other’s eyes while he slipped her bra down her arms and tossed it on the floor. “The lights are on,” she said shyly. “We’re still wearing our glasses.” “Exactly,” he said, taking her face in his hands. “How many times have I been inside you, Penny? Cum in you?” Instead of giving her a chance to respond, he leaned forward and kissed her as deeply and hungrily as he ever had in the entire time they’d known each other. He gripped her breasts, kneading them hard as his tongue swirled hungrily around hers. He almost felt sad, but the rage inside him buried it. What gnawed at him more than anything was the idea going another day cowering in fear of everything. But worst of all, in fear of that hot, dripping love that had been staring him in the face all along. He suddenly broke the kiss and dragged her by the wrist to the other side of the couch. He led her to the space between the couch and the TV and then sat down, leaving her topless and more than a little confused. She crossed her arms over her breasts and stared at him with her thick, black glasses slipping back down her nose again. “C’mon, pretty ...