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Just A Wet Dream For The Webzines
"Well Clyde, I've got nowhere else to be so if you want to take me home, I'd be just fine with that."
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fuckers i did it again...i got myself locked out of my other account Hot-N-Cold...I'm not plagiarizing I swear this is me!...it makes me sad! well hopefully you found this story again...it is worth following...sorry guys! disclaimer...dont own, know band..story is all make believe
Something was turning in the back of my mind, a memory so dirty and sexual that the only thing I could do was to actually try and pay attention in class. But when the teacher had her back turned away, it was no use; there was that memory again. My face burned as I remembered his lips on my lips, my neck, my breasts, my thighs, and somewhere in between along with his fingers. My breathing became ragged and louder as the memory of him entering me replayed itself in my mind. I could barely contain myself as he pushed into me ever so slowly; I almost went out of my mind with the anticipation of what was coming. My inner walls clenched tightly to his large member, waiting for his full length, but he didn't go in all the way; he slowly pulled himself out and then pushed himself back in, continuing to tease me. I was grabbing the covers around me, begging him to just give me what I wanted when he silenced me by covering my nipple with his warm mouth, and then moments later thrust his full length inside of me, making me cry out in pure pleasure.
My nether regions became slightly aroused at the memories, and my breathing became heavier. Just as I felt a bead of sweat roll down the small of my back, I felt a small jab in my side. Quickly, I came back to reality only to find several worried faces staring at me.
"Val, you okay?" my best friend Lucas asked. "You don't look so good."
It was then that I realized how red my face had become, decorated with perspiration along the tip of my nose and forehead. I wiped the back of my hand across my brow as I steadied my breathing and I answered, "Yeah, you know how the Vegas heat gets to me." I fanned my face a little for dramatic effect as the people turned away, but Lucas eyed me suspiciously.
My thoughts turned back to the previous evening. It wouldn't be fair to say my one niter was cute; he was beautiful, as much as one man could be. He was of average height, maybe 5'10 with dark hair, almost reddish brown, and a pair of brown eyes. But they weren't just plain, boring brown, they were breath-takingly gorgeous. Several times that evening I had become lost in them, giving me the sensation as if my body was melting.
Neither of us had told the other our name. That was one of my conditions of one night stands for any guy: yes, I had rules. Considering the amount of times I had slept in strangers beds the past few months, there had to be. I liked to keep as much anonymity as I could, but how much more anonymous could one be in Las Vegas? It wasn't called Sin City for just any old reason.
Normally, as normal as normal was for me, men never fused over such trivial details such as name and age. Such subjective things did not matter to the men who only wanted a good fuck, and that, I could give them. But that particular night, with that particular man, because I wouldn't give my name he wouldn't give me his. Perhaps right then I should have walked away. I didn't; stupid choice.
"Well what am I going to call you then?" his boyish voice rang over the loud music. He had leaned forward, tilting his head towards me, poised for my answer. He was close enough for me to smell him, so I did quite inconspicuously; he smelled quite lovely.
By that time of the night, I was pretty intoxicated, but not so much so that I couldn't function. I thought quickly. Lucas and I had watched Bonnie and Clyde earlier in the day, so I smirked, leaned in towards him so there's was but few inches between us and said in the sexiest tone I could, "I'll be Bonnie, you can be Clyde." I ran a hand down his chest and smiled seductively. The house music stopped, allowing the DJ to announce the club was closing. "Clyde" grinned at me, tugged at his bottom lip with his teeth for a moment, and asked, "So what should we do?" He was drunk, his flushed cheeks gave him away immediately, but it was interesting to see that the drunker he got, the more shy he became. He wasn't like the guys I typically went home with, but I found it a bit endearing and I decided to go for it.
"Well Clyde, I've got nowhere else to be so if you want to take me home, I'd be just fine with that."
He blinked, looking slightly shocked. He started stuttering something but I stopped him mid-sentence.
"Sugar, I ain't gonna bite." I leaned even closer, so that my lips brushed his ear and whispered, "unless you want me to." I felt him shiver a little, and I smiled to myself; I knew I had won.
As I sat in my school desk, I realized how inappropriate my thoughts were for the setting. School was not the right place to get myself all worked up. It took every ounce of strength I had to stay focused for the rest of the class. The sensation between my legs would have to wait until the evening to be satisfied.
"What happened last night?" Lucas asked as soon as we were alone in a disapproving tone, just as I knew he would.
"Well after you left the club last night, Roxy and I decided we were going to stay a little longer. We were dancing and they announced last call for bar, so we went over and stood in line for a last drink. There were a couple of guys behind us giving us a hard time, trying to grab us and making their moves. I really didn't plan on leaving with anyone last night so we were going to just forget about the drinks but then a guy in front of us turned around, put his arm over our shoulders and said, 'buddy, if you don't leave my girlfriend here alone, I'll show you the door.' He wasn't big enough to take the other guys, but they got the picture and left us alone." I took a breath and carried on so I could finish before the next period started and before he could interrupt me with any comment. "Roxy left after that, leaving me alone with the guy who started apologizing, but said he was just trying to help. We got to talking, and we drank a couple more drinks. He wasn't really my type at all, but he was cute. At first he was all nervous so I took the lead but he got comfortable after a bit. I don't need to spell out the rest do I?"
Lucas rolled his eyes. "So did you tell him your age?"
"Yeah, sure. I told him I'm a senior in high school. No you idiot, it doesn't really matter does it? I'm eighteen so its not like it's rape. Plus he didn't look that old. Early twenties is my guess." I chucked my books in my locker just as the warning bell went. I looked down at my schedule, and hurried on my way to class, leaving Lucas wanting to know more and aso trying to avoid confrontation. He did not condone my sleeping around nor did he approve of my going to clubs underage all the time. But how I decided to put myself back together was none of his business. So he didn't need know that I had left my signature mark on his pillow when I crept out of his apartment; a piece of stationary stained with the shape of my lips in red lipstick. He didn't need to know that the guy was my fifth one nighter in a month. And he most certainly did not need to know, especially since we had once had drunken sex, that "Clyde" had given me the best sex I had ever experienced.
Something was turning in the back of my mind, a memory so dirty and sexual that the only thing I could do was to actually try and pay attention in class. But when the teacher had her back turned away, it was no use; there was that memory again. My face burned as I remembered his lips on my lips, my neck, my breasts, my thighs, and somewhere in between along with his fingers. My breathing became ragged and louder as the memory of him entering me replayed itself in my mind. I could barely contain myself as he pushed into me ever so slowly; I almost went out of my mind with the anticipation of what was coming. My inner walls clenched tightly to his large member, waiting for his full length, but he didn't go in all the way; he slowly pulled himself out and then pushed himself back in, continuing to tease me. I was grabbing the covers around me, begging him to just give me what I wanted when he silenced me by covering my nipple with his warm mouth, and then moments later thrust his full length inside of me, making me cry out in pure pleasure.
My nether regions became slightly aroused at the memories, and my breathing became heavier. Just as I felt a bead of sweat roll down the small of my back, I felt a small jab in my side. Quickly, I came back to reality only to find several worried faces staring at me.
"Val, you okay?" my best friend Lucas asked. "You don't look so good."
It was then that I realized how red my face had become, decorated with perspiration along the tip of my nose and forehead. I wiped the back of my hand across my brow as I steadied my breathing and I answered, "Yeah, you know how the Vegas heat gets to me." I fanned my face a little for dramatic effect as the people turned away, but Lucas eyed me suspiciously.
My thoughts turned back to the previous evening. It wouldn't be fair to say my one niter was cute; he was beautiful, as much as one man could be. He was of average height, maybe 5'10 with dark hair, almost reddish brown, and a pair of brown eyes. But they weren't just plain, boring brown, they were breath-takingly gorgeous. Several times that evening I had become lost in them, giving me the sensation as if my body was melting.
Neither of us had told the other our name. That was one of my conditions of one night stands for any guy: yes, I had rules. Considering the amount of times I had slept in strangers beds the past few months, there had to be. I liked to keep as much anonymity as I could, but how much more anonymous could one be in Las Vegas? It wasn't called Sin City for just any old reason.
Normally, as normal as normal was for me, men never fused over such trivial details such as name and age. Such subjective things did not matter to the men who only wanted a good fuck, and that, I could give them. But that particular night, with that particular man, because I wouldn't give my name he wouldn't give me his. Perhaps right then I should have walked away. I didn't; stupid choice.
"Well what am I going to call you then?" his boyish voice rang over the loud music. He had leaned forward, tilting his head towards me, poised for my answer. He was close enough for me to smell him, so I did quite inconspicuously; he smelled quite lovely.
By that time of the night, I was pretty intoxicated, but not so much so that I couldn't function. I thought quickly. Lucas and I had watched Bonnie and Clyde earlier in the day, so I smirked, leaned in towards him so there's was but few inches between us and said in the sexiest tone I could, "I'll be Bonnie, you can be Clyde." I ran a hand down his chest and smiled seductively. The house music stopped, allowing the DJ to announce the club was closing. "Clyde" grinned at me, tugged at his bottom lip with his teeth for a moment, and asked, "So what should we do?" He was drunk, his flushed cheeks gave him away immediately, but it was interesting to see that the drunker he got, the more shy he became. He wasn't like the guys I typically went home with, but I found it a bit endearing and I decided to go for it.
"Well Clyde, I've got nowhere else to be so if you want to take me home, I'd be just fine with that."
He blinked, looking slightly shocked. He started stuttering something but I stopped him mid-sentence.
"Sugar, I ain't gonna bite." I leaned even closer, so that my lips brushed his ear and whispered, "unless you want me to." I felt him shiver a little, and I smiled to myself; I knew I had won.
As I sat in my school desk, I realized how inappropriate my thoughts were for the setting. School was not the right place to get myself all worked up. It took every ounce of strength I had to stay focused for the rest of the class. The sensation between my legs would have to wait until the evening to be satisfied.
"What happened last night?" Lucas asked as soon as we were alone in a disapproving tone, just as I knew he would.
"Well after you left the club last night, Roxy and I decided we were going to stay a little longer. We were dancing and they announced last call for bar, so we went over and stood in line for a last drink. There were a couple of guys behind us giving us a hard time, trying to grab us and making their moves. I really didn't plan on leaving with anyone last night so we were going to just forget about the drinks but then a guy in front of us turned around, put his arm over our shoulders and said, 'buddy, if you don't leave my girlfriend here alone, I'll show you the door.' He wasn't big enough to take the other guys, but they got the picture and left us alone." I took a breath and carried on so I could finish before the next period started and before he could interrupt me with any comment. "Roxy left after that, leaving me alone with the guy who started apologizing, but said he was just trying to help. We got to talking, and we drank a couple more drinks. He wasn't really my type at all, but he was cute. At first he was all nervous so I took the lead but he got comfortable after a bit. I don't need to spell out the rest do I?"
Lucas rolled his eyes. "So did you tell him your age?"
"Yeah, sure. I told him I'm a senior in high school. No you idiot, it doesn't really matter does it? I'm eighteen so its not like it's rape. Plus he didn't look that old. Early twenties is my guess." I chucked my books in my locker just as the warning bell went. I looked down at my schedule, and hurried on my way to class, leaving Lucas wanting to know more and aso trying to avoid confrontation. He did not condone my sleeping around nor did he approve of my going to clubs underage all the time. But how I decided to put myself back together was none of his business. So he didn't need know that I had left my signature mark on his pillow when I crept out of his apartment; a piece of stationary stained with the shape of my lips in red lipstick. He didn't need to know that the guy was my fifth one nighter in a month. And he most certainly did not need to know, especially since we had once had drunken sex, that "Clyde" had given me the best sex I had ever experienced.
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