She was touching herself.
Head thrown back, eyes closed and lips slightly parted. One hand lay between her legs while the other had a death grip on the arm of her chair. I wanted so badly for that hand to be mine and my tongue replacing my hand soon after lapping up her juices, but I had a feeling this wasn’t the right time. I slipped away as quietly as possible, my reason for coming into her room forgotten, careful not to alert her to my presence.
We were flat mates and I didn’t think surprising her with head was the best way to go about it. I mean, she’s a hottie but I never paid attention before; now, she had me intrigued. I wanted to know what she tastes like, what she smells like, what sounds would slip past her lips in the haze of fucking. I could feel the buzz; both of us had smoked two entire joints ourselves. My mouth was dry and I could almost feel every strand of hair along my arm. I certainly couldn’t get the image of Kiru out of my mind.
I slipped back into her room quietly and found her just as I left her. Only this time, she had the frustrated, desperate look of a woman who simply could not quite get there. I padded around her and got on my knees. Continue reading