Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)
One Little Moan: 2

"Well -" he started, obviously enjoying how uncomfortable it made her for him to stand so closely. "I told Tara--"

"Sara," Taylor, corrected him, suddenly angry at the idea that he couldn't even remember the name of the woman he'd had sex with last night, as she looked up to glare at him.

"Yeah, Sara - that's what I meant," he grinned, taking another step towards her only to watch her take another step away, towards the door. "I told Sara that I wanted to get a little more sleep, but that wasn't the whole truth." "Can you keep a secret?" he asked conspiratorially, "I stayed because I wanted to meet you."

"M-me?" she stammered, taking another step back, suddenly finding herself against the door to her dorm room, trapped between it and a man less than three feet from her wearing only his boxers and a particularly sexy smile... "That's right. I wanted to meet the slut that came to the sound of me fucking her roommate." He smiled as the look of dawning horror spread across her face.

"Noooo," she breathed. "I couldn't, I wouldn't."

"You see, your roommate described you as an uptight prude," Kevin continued, ignoring her denials, "but when i was fucking her like the dirty little slut she was, I distinctly heard you moan while I was cumming in her tight little pussy." "And those two facts together... a frigid prude who cums to the sound of other people fucking..." He took one more step towards her until he was practically touching her. For a moment she thought he was going to kiss her, and was deeply conflicted about it as she stood there frozen, but instead he leaned over to whisper in her ear, "I knew I just had to meet a walking contradiction like that..."

"Ummmm," Taylor squirmed, desperately trying to figure out how to get out of this awful situation. Kevin just watched her squirm until she finally managed to ask "what do you want?"

"Isn't it obvious?" he asked, a little surprised, "I want you." That was when he kissed her hard, invading her mouth with his tongue. The kiss started out with her frozen in shock, but she quickly melted into his arms at the sensation. She hadn't let a guy kiss her since her senior prom, and it had felt nothing like this. She knew she couldn't do this, but then she reminded herself that she hadn't - he had. She'd done nothing wrong - after all, there was no way she could overpower someone like this.

The kiss lingered, but eventually it ended and part of her was sorry for its loss. "It feels like you want me too," he said, flashing her another brilliant smile.

"You had your fun," Taylor breathed once her pounding heart calmed down a bit. "You should go now."

"Oh, should I?" he asked, amused.

"If you go now, I won't tell your girlfriend what you did. We can pretend that this never happened--" she said.

"Sara isn't my girlfriend." he taunted, "She's just the girl I'm fucking right now. That could change. I might find a girl I like more. Someone like you..." While the statement hung there, he reached up and started to grope her tiny breasts through her shirt. They weren't even a real handful in her hands, and in his they basically disappeared.

"Nooo... mmmmm." she moaned, as she feebly pushed him away. "You-you can't do that... I'mmmmm not that sort of girl..."

"How about I make you a deal instead," Kevin said smoothly, tweaking one of her nipples to make her gasp. "You let me taste this body of yours and I won't tell your roommate that you played with your pussy while we fucked and tried to seduce me this morning. Hmmmm?"

"Nooo, I can't, I wouldn't... Nhhhhh..." she moaned, dizzy with the way he was making her feel. Why didn't it feel this good when Michael had kissed her, or when Thomas had felt her up at the movies?

"You weren't that sort of girl," he whispered, "but you are now." Kevin leaned in to kiss her, and while she was busy coming to grips with that idea, his hands moved down to the hem of her shirt and pulled it up in one smooth motion as he broke off the kiss for a moment. Taylor wanted to stop him, but faced with this onslaught of emotions she could barely move let alone think.

As soon as her shirt was out of the way, Kevin moved his mouth down to attack her left breast while his hand twisted the nipple on her right. "Ahhhh," she gasped. "Please - please don't..." but he didn't listen. After weakly trying to push him off of her, Taylor covered her face in her hands. This couldn't be happening. It had to be a nightmare, a punishment for doing something so naughty just before bed, But a nightmare couldn't feel like this... When he reached into her panties and his fingertips brushed against the hood of her clitoris, her knees gave out and she suddenly collapsed on the floor in front of Kevin. Looking up she could see him smirking; he didn't have to say a word. This had to be real because it was too pathetic... she was too pathetic for it to be anything else.

"I -" she started, unsure of what to say exactly. "No one has ever... you know... touched me there."

"Never?" he asked, incredulously. "So my perverse little ice queen is a virgin? Well then I'll definitely have to help you with that - but not today. We're going to want to take our time with that, and I've got class in twenty minutes, so you're going to have to find some other way to help me out with my little problem."

Taylor looked down from his eyes to his boxers which were pretty much as eye level as he began to pull the waistband down. Nothing about the bulge that they were hiding looked little to her, but her eyes widened as his thick shaft burst into view, almost slapping her across the face. He gave her a moment to admire it in wide eyed amazement, but eventually he added, "Come on baby - that dick isn't going to suck itself."

"Suck?" she asked. "But I've never..."

"We'll there's a first time for everything," Kevin encouraged her, trying to keep the annoyance out of his voice, but when she still just sat there he added, "Listen Taylor, you can make this difficult and I can fuck your pretty little face against your will and then send video to your friends as punishment for making this hard, or you can do what I tell you and we can keep this our little secret."

That got her moving. She reached up and cautiously grabbed the thick cock by the base as she moved her mouth closer to it, smelling the masculine musk and other scents she didn't recognize. She opened her mouth and cautiously gave the head a lick. Not even just because of his threats either. Part of her, some tiny terrible part of her that made her play with her pussy last night wanted this. Just seeing a real-life penis for the first time was making her sex tingle and ache in ways she didn't really understand and had never felt before. She moved very slowly not because she didn't want to taste his dick, but because she had no idea what she was doing.