Hillary by loyalsock - Sex Stories

Hillary by loyalsock

... moving teasingly close to his, then she darted away... touching his chest gently then moving back... a teasing glance, licking her lips, running her hand down his back and legs... She had always loved to dance, and found now that she didn't need to find the words to speak, her body could do it for her. Rob knew that if he didn't leave soon, he would burst right here. She had finally relaxed and the way she moved her body, teasing him, had him so hot he could hardly think. As the song ended he grasped her arms, drawing her tight up against him and covered her mouth with his own. Hillary's body melted against his, and she could feel him hot and hard against her. She ached to see him, and responded fervently to his kiss, fencing with his tongue, her hands snaking around the back of his neck to play with the tendrils of his hair at the base of his neck. She moaned against his mouth, and as he drew back her eyes pleaded with him to leave. Placing an arm around her shoulder (for which Hillary was grateful -- she wasn't certain she could have remained standing on her own), Rob led her from the building, across campus to his room. As he opened the door, Hillary stepped inside, suddenly uncertain again. She hesitated as Rob closed the door. He could see her nervousness in her eyes, and knew that he wanted her to feel right about this. He grinned, knowing that he had thought about this often already, and wondered if she had as well. He watched as she looked around his room. "Nice ...

... room," she commented in a shaky voice. Rob shrugged. "It's small, even for a single. Why don't you sit down, I'll be back in a minute." As he left, Hillary looked around for a place to sit, finding a chair piled high with clothes and books, the bed, and the floor. Eyeing the bed nervously, she settled herself on the floor, leaning back against the bed. Now that her mind had returned to her body, she was once more terrified. She *knew* she wanted him, oh God how she knew. She just wasn't sure if she could do it. She was afraid of being laughed at, of doing something wrong... Rob pushed the door open, carrying with him a bowl filled with ice-cubes. Opening the door to his small refrigerator, he pulled out a bottle and settled it in the ice. Going to his closet, he pulled out two wine glasses and placed them next to the bottle. Then he noticed where Hillary was sitting. He sighed inwardly, knowing that she was again tense. He sat down on the bed, next to her, and gently touched her shoulders. "Hillary, if you want, I'll take you home now." Hillary shook her head and glanced up at him. "I don't want to go home," she said softly, placing her hand on his knee. "I just..." her voice trailed off as she couldn't think of what she'd meant to say. "Do you know how beautiful you looked that day on the roof?" Rob asked softly. Hillary blushed and turned away, wishing he hadn't reminded her of that day. He caught her chin in his hand and gently turned her to face him again. "I mean it," he ...