"Wanna Bet?" - Sex Stories

"Wanna Bet?"

... turned on the lights. &#034I didn't, but I'm not doing it with you masturbating. If you want to whack off, go to your own room.&#034 I went to my own room, but didn't finish myself off. The sudden cold reception threw me off a little. It didn't make sense. I was sure she'd be into it. Disappointed, I watched some of that movie I had been planning earlier, and in about an hour, she knocked on my door and said, &#034Okay, I want to try it again.&#034 We didn't go back to her room where everything was prepared. She just sat beside me and stripped down, placed her palm on her pussy, and began rubbing, inserting different fingers in. She gradually leaned back further and further until she was lying down, legs hanging over the edge of the bed. I watched quietly as she got to a point of regular heavy exhalations mixed in with small whimpers. I decided to take a risk. I was seated, so I lay one of my hands on her shoulder, the one that was closest to me and not working on her pussy. Then, I slid under her tank top, making progress on her breasts. My finger found her nipple and rolled it under my finger for nearly a minute before she said, &#034Stop that,&#034 and pulled away, just enough for me to get the message and remove my hand. But before she did, her tongue ran out over her lips, moistening it, and it seemed to me she was getting more into playing with her clit. She went back to focusing on her pussy, and she reached a point where, when her eyes were open at all, they had a ...

... glassy, far away stare. I made another move and slid my hand down her belly and over her mouth. The little bit of pubic hair didn't stop me at all, and nor did anything else. While her fingers were inside her hole, I took over on her clit, rubbing back and forth slightly. She moaned in surprise and pleasure and though she said &#034stop&#034, her voice had a higher pitch to it and no anger, just a sense of urgency. I kept rubbing, pretending not to hear. Her hand closed on top of mine. At first I thought it was to push it away, but instead she started moving it up down and around in an erratic pattern. I realized her legs were shaking. She let out a sharp, severe, shuddering breath with a wordless cry following close behind. After she recovered, she elbowed me and moved to get dressed. &#034Mark! I never said you could touch me.&#034 &#034It just seemed like you needed help getting over the hump,&#034 I said. &#034You should be thanking me. You only have nine more to go.&#034 I looked at my fingers, still a little damp with her wetness, and licked them. &#034Mmmm,&#034 I said. &#034Finger lickin' good.&#034 I couldn't say exactly what it tasted like, especially since my taste buds were still a little raw from hot pizza. The best I can describe is, it tasted like lightheaded feels. &#034You're so gross. I can't believe you're making me do this.&#034 &#034Come see me when you want your next orgasm.&#034 She stormed out and slammed the door to make her point. I jacked off while ...