High Voltage/Go to see Shawn
From Create Your Own Story
"On my way :)," I replied. Lauren had told me where Shawn lived earlier when I visited. His building was set up differently than mine; all of the rooms were double occupancy. Apparently Shawn's roommate got kicked out of student housing the first weekend when he was found in possession of cocaine. As a result, Shawn had a large room all to himself. I knocked on his door. Shawn opened it; I recognized him from his profile picture.
"Hey babe," he said as I entered the doorway, giving me a small kiss on the lips. He sat me down on his bed and took my hands in his. His eyes started to glow as he grazed my hands over his boxers. I tried to pull my hands away, but held my hand firmly against him.
He removed his shirt and bent at the waist to whisper in my ear, "Tell me how badly you want it."
Shawn's eyes searched my face. I was curious, I'll be the first to admit it. I threw my head back laughing. "I want you," I said as I squeezed my hands together, firmly gripping him.
He removed his hands, but I left them on his body, using one to trace over his chest muscles and letting the other fish in his boxers until I pulled his dick out of the slot in the front.
I was gripping a dick with both hands and it wasn't my own. I thought about wrapping my mouth around it, but it wasn't all that appealing. I guess I still had some inhibitions. I smiled as I slid my hands up and down, rotating my shoulders and attempting to use my whole body. It was strangely satisfying to feel him harden in my hands.
I thought I was being clumsy, but soon he had pushed me on to my back and was working on removing my leggings. He grabbed my shirt and ripped it open; at least one of the buttons fell to floor. His face descended on mine for a kiss.
I raised my head off the bed and our mouths met in the middle. His hands were removing my bra clasps as his tongue explored my mouth. When his mouth finally left mine I actually felt disappointed.
He crawled down the bed and took hold of my panties with both hands. I brought my knees to my chest and he slipped my panties off my hips and over my legs, casting them to the floor. He kneeled on the bed and touched me gently. I longed to be touched.
I closed my eyes and I felt a pressure between my legs as he forced himself inside of me. He lowered his upper body as well and I had to tilt my head to reach his mouth. He moved away and I kissed his neck. His hips began to force themselves down on me in harmonic motion as they began to find a rhythm. His hands gripped me firmly. One behind my neck and the other one my breast.
I tried to match his rhythm and soon I was bucking my own hips in sync with his. His hand on my chest was rough, and he traced over my nipple repeatedly. A small whimper escaped my lips and he embraced me in another kiss. He began to groan and his tempo increased. I felt a warming sensation fill me as he slowed down. He kissed me three times slowly on the neck and then removed himself from me he grabbed a towel and wiped his dick off and then he tossed the towel to me.
That was it.
It was over.
I patted my legs with the towel. Shit! He didn't use a condom! Was I on birth control? I took one leg off the bed to find my clothes, but he wrapped me up in his arms and pulled me into him.
We lay on the bed: his warm skin on mine, his hand firmly on my breast, and his now softening dick pressed firmly against my back. My frustration eventually melted into the darkness and I fell asleep.
Should I:
