ProfNigma Stories #5: If Wishes Were Hornets #17 - Sex Stories

ProfNigma Stories #5: If Wishes Were Hornets #17

iCarly/Victorious: If Wishes Were Hornets #17 – Epilogue Morning came way too quickly for Gibby as he stretched next to the couch, which had become his bed for the night. The house felt so empty, between Carly and Spencer being gone and Sam, Freddie, and Jade all sequestered to one room. Looking down on the floor, he saw the half-gallon of ice cream had been all but finished, and he felt a bit ashamed for devouring a whole container, but seeing how he was kept out of all the romantic festivities, it seemed only fair. He made his way over to the kitchen and looked out the window and saw a different car sitting in the driveway. Gibby could make out that there were people inside and quickly ascertained once he saw the bright red hair that it was Cat and Carly. He immediately regretted looking as he watched the two girls making out whole heartedly. While most guys would kill to see two beautiful girls devour each other's faces, Gibby wasn't one of them and felt disappointed in what his friends were doing. Hearing no more noises from upstairs, Gibby made his way to his bedroom to grab some more sl*ep and try and forget that this was going to change things forever between his best friends and him. * * * Tori Vega wasn't used to waking up in the arms of another person, but she had to admit that it was an incredibly enjoyable experience. She considered waking Nate up with some subtle kisses, but quickly decided against it when she realized she'd have to turn around and then she ...

... saw how happy he was with his dream. The thought of dreams was like a thunderbolt to the Latina teen's heart as she quickly remembered her dream where she was the old west hooker and she had passionate sex with Beck. It felt so good, but it was wrong, she constantly tugged back and forth between her brain telling her what was wrong and her heart telling her Nate was wrong. Part of her honestly wanted to tell him and let him know that she was having these feelings. He had a right to know, but he would probably make a bigger deal out of it than he should. The thought of her being with another guy before him was enough of a heartbreak for the sturdy teen, and adding the fact that she was dreaming of getting screwed 8 ways to Sunday by a guy she hated, he would probably shatter. Her hips slid against his and she felt his morning wood nestle into the crack of her pert ass. Tori couldn't help but grind against him, savouring the feel and fantasizing about him actually having sex with her. The more thought she gave to it, the less realistic it seemed. He had no intention of scoring until he knew for sure that she loved him like he loved her and Tori knew, no matter how much it hurt, that that would probably never happen. Her phone buzzed on the nightstand and luckily didn't wake up the sl*eping giant. Tori could just barely reach it as she flipped it open to read the text she'd gotten. When she saw the sender's name, her heart skipped a couple beats and she nearly went into cardiac ...