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Click hereI carried her to the shower and we fucked in there, then after a quick break for ice cream I railed her from behind over the kitchen table. We retired to the bed for one more go before finally passing out in a sweaty, tangled mess around three in the morning.
Saturday, July 27th, 2013
I woke just after nine. Melissa was still passed out, her curly blonde hair spread over all over the pillow and covering her face. I slipped out of bed and grabbed a pair of boxers before heading out into the kitchen to start some coffee brewing and throw together some breakfast. I didn't want to scare Melissa away with my favorite breakfast meal right now, so I went with a simple Denver omelet.
It wasn't long before the smell of coffee pulled Melissa out of bed. "Oh, you're a saint. Thank you." She had stolen my dress shirt from last night and was wearing it buttoned up only halfway, which was, in my opinion, one of the sexiest things a woman could ever wear. Her hair was still wild, golden curls refusing to be tamed. "I like this cooking in your underwear look. You look great."
"Good morning, cutie. How'd you sleep?"
"Like a rock. You wore me the fuck out last night."
"I could say the same about you. I had a great time."
She gave me a megawatt smile over her coffee cup. "I did too. Let's get some fuel in us and we can do it all over again." I served her breakfast and went back to the stove to make mine. She devoured it like she hadn't had anything to eat in days, so she was done by the time I brought my omelet back to the table. "Thanks for breakfast, you make a mean omelet."
"My pleasure, cutie."
"It's certainly about to be." She gave me a wink and then slid down off her chair. The next thing I knew she was blowing me under the table while I ate breakfast. It certainly seemed like Melissa was never happier than when she had a cock in her mouth, and I was perfectly fine with helping her out there. She took her time, slowly licking up and down my shaft as I sipped my coffee. I was getting close when there was a knock at the door. Melissa shoved my cock all the way down her throat and went to town, rapidly bringing me to completion. When she finished she tucked me back into my boxers, wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and stood up. "I'll get it!"
She skipped over to the door and opened it, posing in my shirt. "Good morning Tor-EEK!" She squeaked in surprise and slammed the door shut. Apparently it was not Tori at the door, though I had no idea who else it could have been. "Ryan, what the fuck!" she yelled.
I was already up and on my way over to the door. "What? Who's at the door?" I didn't care that I was in my boxers, it was my apartment and it was Saturday morning, whoever it was could deal with it. I opened the door.
"Oh. Uh...Hi, Riley."
- COMMENTS
Anonymous9 months agoI just love people who have no stories in their bio and then criticize the author- "this is shit- no progression, not realistic, unprofessional...3 stars." Piss off (I'm not signed in, but have over 50 stories to my actual bio on here).
I love the series so far. As much as anyone can be, I'm invested to see how this plays out. "No Ryan, run away from Riley!" "I like Melissa but Tori may be a better fit??" And "Beth is going to be one hot chic when she shows up, how is that gonna mess shit up?" And finally, "3G is gonna get the Big D somehow..."
Part of me is glad there are only 27 two to three page stories- I would never read 2 or 3 ten page stories but this started out as a time waster and now I'm hooked. 9 stories in- 45 stars so far!
Comentarista8210 months ago@pk2
To illustrate a perfect example from your background, if you were to read a guy wiring up a hot-water heater does not turn off the power first, touches 2 live wires together yet nothing happens, you'd call the author on that. Doesn't matter if the fictional story is about an electrician: if the electrician violates well-known principles of the craft and is still alive...no one aware of that will read for long.
Simply put this way: once the story was about teaching 5th graders, there are certain truths the fictional story must still conform to for readers to believe it and continue reading it--whether with inter-teacher relationships or teacher-student relationships.
pk2curious10 months agoWhen are you CMT82 , going to stop correlating fiction with real life ? There might be section , a very small one for non fiction here . But no one comes here to read about the same old restrictiions that we face in everyday life .
No we appreciate the imaginations and otherworld possibilities that these fiction authors write about .
I know it is nothing like your real life CMT82 . Not sorry about that . Because that is the whole point .
What you call off the wall . Seems to completely fit right in place for the rest of us . Totally normal and expected for the story . Why are you even on an erotic literature sight ? If you don't like sex ? Not like there is an over abundance in this story . It's all fiction anyway . So you don't get to disagree with it . EVER .
Comentarista82about 1 year agoTori kissing him in the parking lot and employing sexual language is a great way to get fired fast in real life. Not very professional.
Seemed impressive Ryan prepped all that for a salad with chicken and a peanut-Thai dressing. Good variety regarding his students and their likes. However, to end that and then follow it up with Melissa fellating Ryan on the couch with Tori present during Happy Gilmore seemed so off the wall; their sex was extreme to boot. About the only thing more off the wall was Riley showing up unannounced.
The story's direction hasn't materialized, except for it centering on Ryan attracting all kinds of "babes" and banging them. Had the story followed the premise, this would possibly be at a different stage where there could be a discreet relationship instead a free-for-all the begs for people to get busted. 2
