ProfNigma Stories #9: Learning Curves #7 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #9: Learning Curves #7

... brought his woman her release twice now, Robbie pulled out of Trina as she sank to the floor, but shifted so she could suck every last bit of herself off of his cock. With a mighty roar, Robbie came deep inside Trina's throat, firing fiery white blasts all inside her hungry mouth. Trina happily slurped and swallowed the salty emission, and playfully sucked on his slowly shrinking member until it was completely flaccid. With a loud 'Pop' she released her lip lock and slowly stood to meet Robbie and kiss him. After a few moments, Robbie pulls away and begins getting redressed when Trina stops him cold. "What are you doing?" "Umm…" he said, looking back at her, "Just getting dressed since we've been gone from Andre and the others for so long." "Fuck those guys… we are just getting started, Shapiro." * * *October 31 9:26 pm UCLA- Gunter Hall Main Hall As more and more people joined the party, it became more and more difficult to keep the group together and to hear each other talk. Jade had kept her hands close to Freddie and Tori was right there with them, close enough that it was clear she belonged with them, but far enough that no one would be suspicious of their relationship. The Goth chick was really being affected by the crowd and her angry and defensive nature began to take hold. Andre had hung a little closer to Cat and Noelle, getting to know Cat's new 'friend' as well as catch up on everything the shy redhead had been up to in the weeks since he'd seen her. Nate hung ...

... back from the group as well as he could and still keep an eye on everyone. He desperately wanted to ask Tori to dance, but he was waiting for the right moment and song combination. As if by fate, his chance arose when Tori went to grab something to drink from the beverage table. The stout teen stalked his prey, and now that she was alone, he knew he needed to strike. "Hey Tori." "Oh!" Tori exclaimed, nearly dropping punch on her outfit, "Hey Nate." "Sorry…' he muttered, checking her over for the fifth time tonight, but the first time without other thoughts going on. "Just wanted to come over and see if you wanted to do a bit of dancin'. Ya know… after you finish your drink a'course." "I'd love that actually," she started, but then realized she really didn't want to lead him on again. He was like a sad puppy at times when it came to her. "Just hope it isn't a fast song… these shoes are killing my feet." "You can stand on my feet if need be," he said, giving her a half grin as she took a sip of the punch. "I certainly don't mind." COUGH Tori nearly choked on the red liquid and within moments she realized that this was not straight punch, but it had been spiked with something. The strength made her think it was vodka, but she really didn't know much about booze. "You okay?" he asked, his strong hand on her shoulder. "Yeah… sorry. Punch had a bit more… kick than I was expecting." "Now that you mention it," Nate said, leaning over to it, "it does have a mighty odour to it… must be ...