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

ProfNigma Stories #5: If Wishes Were Hornets #17

... arrest as she read Beck's words: -I miss you. I love you. Tori stared at the screen for several seconds, unsure of what to do with this, and eventually decided not to even answer and just chuck her phone across the room onto a pile of clothes. She should tell Nate about this, right? Tori argued with herself even more than usual, knowing it would hurt him, and every moment she continued lying to herself was a moment that he was going to hurt more at the end. But she couldn't hurt him right now so she decided to just lay still and let her body bask in her boyfriend's arms as her soul soaked in shame. * * * Things were certainly going better for the other Vega s*ster who was currently wrapped up in the sheets so tightly with Robbie that they might as well have been a burrito. Even after having sex twice last night, they were still all over each other the moment they woke up. Robbie's hands explored her torso which was tightly bound by a t-shirt of his that she slept in. given their difference in sizes, the shirt was extremely tight on her and had almost become a second skin. Their mouths remained attached for several minutes, only stopping their kissing to take breaths of the hot air that they were sharing in the enclosed space. Trina could feel Robbie's tenting boxers rub against her thigh and she really craved him, but she was also very sore. He had worn her out more than she could have imagined any guy doing. For now, she was just happy to make out and enjoy his company. ...

... "What's going to happen in a couple weeks when we go back to school?" Robbie asked, pulling slowly away from Trina's blustering lips. "What do you mean?" she said, her hands firmly on his chest, ready to push him off her if he screwed up. "I mean… us. Is this… I mean, are we…?" "Just spit it out, Shapiro!" "Are we together? Like boyfriend and girl-" "Why do we need to put a label on this?" she said, understanding that he was in uncomfortable territory, and as much as she didn't want to admit, so was she. "We're just... you know… us." "I need a label. I need to know where I stand. I need to know that… you aren't, you know, going to do exactly what you did last time." "You're really shitty at pillow talk, dude." The two separated and untangled from the sheets and stared up at his ceiling for several moments before Robbie finally spoke again. "You really hurt me, and I really like you… I just want to know that this is a legit thing. Actually dating and no more running around crap, you know." "I get that. I know I'm not really the easiest person to deal with in this situation. I do like you Robbie, and I guess we could try it out. Publicly." Trina found herself pulling towards him again, rubbing his arms and chest as she nestled in close. "Not exactly what I was hoping for, but I guess that'll work," he said, kissing the top of her head. "For now." Trina giggled as she kissed his neck and nibbled at his earlobes. "Ok…Would a hand job help?" "You know… it might," Robbie couldn't argue ...