ProfNigma Stories #8: Blame It On Me #8 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #8: Blame It On Me #8

... Jade turned back with an extremely sly look on her face. "21," she said, looking at Tori as if she'd answered something the youngest Vega asked. "What?" "In case you were wondering how many times he made me come in 3 days… the answer is 21." Tori's eyes went wide as she watched Jade descend the stairs, actually envisioning her friend experiencing each and every one of those. * * * "That's some fuckin' group of friends you got, Beck." "Kelly…" the dark haired teen sighed as he opened up the door of the trailer for them. "Really, Jade, the girl you got into it with, is the only one who isn't my friend." "Well, the rest of them seemed more than happy to watch her be, like, a total cunt to me. You wouldn't even defend me, which was no bueno, dude." "I just think we all were stunned. There was no real build up… it just exploded and I think we all just wanted to stay out of it." The couple sat across from each other in his trailer, trying to figure out why the other was not acting right. "So…" Kelly said, standing and stretching before grabbing a tiny white, hand wrapped, cylinder from her pocket before lighting it, "You really date that chick?" "It was over a year ago…" Beck took a deep breath, his memories flooding back. "I could always manage to keep her under control when she got out of hand like that, but yeah, we dated for a while." Kelly was enjoying the joint for sure, and seemed to be relaxing a bit, before passing it over to Beck. "And you guys fucked?" "Not exactly ...

... the most eloquent way to say it, but yeah… we were each other's first. She used to be-" "Alright," Kelly said pushing Beck onto the bed and straddling his torso, taking the joint from his lips and finishing it off. "No more talk of the fucked up she-bitch… Time for you to fulfil your boyfriend obligations." "Again?" he asked, rolling his eyes a bit. "We already fooled around this morning, and you fingered yourself in the car on the way to lunch." "But I didn't finish… plus that Goth twat got me all worked up. Then you dr*g me to that guitar store for like an hour… I need this workout." "Is that all I am?" Beck joked. "A piece of exercise equipment?" Grabbing the bottom of her shirt, Kelly pulled it off and tossed it into the corner. She quickly unclasped her bra, freeing her supple, and only slightly paler, C-cup breasts. "You shouldn't complain, b*o… You get to fuck this. Not a lot of people can claim that." Beck was going to playfully argue with her, but her hand was already undoing his built while her other one was practically ripping the t-shirt off her beau. "You in a hurry?" Kelly groaned, rolled her eyes and punched him in the chest all at once before reaching into his skinny jeans and fishing out her prize. Not sur-prisingly, Beck was already at half mast, but she was looking for more a lot sooner. Her strong hand gripped him tight, and every so often, she'd flick it to try and get a faster reaction. "You know, Kel, there is a nicer way you could get me really hard…" ...