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It was the weekend and I lay in bed as the afternoon approached the evening, my textbook and notebook full of notes I should be studying spread across my bed. I stared at the ceiling aimlessly until my phone buzzed. I answered it.
“Hello,” I said scratching the back of my neck as I stretched my body in my tiny shorts and half shirt.
“What’re you doing?” Sawyer asked in a seductive voice.
“Heh.” I smirked, coyly. “Nothing.”
“Well, can I give you something to do?” he asked.
“Something like what?”
“Me?”
“Mm, you’re convincing me.”
“Am I? It’s been a while. I miss being inside you.”
I sit up, my cheeks warming.
“So, are ya coming over?” he asked.
“Are you stroking your cock, right now?”
“Maybe. Gotta come find out.”
“Fine.” I laugh, sexily. “I’ll be over in five minutes.”
“Can’t wait.”
The call ended and I dropped the phone on my bed, shimmied my shoulders and went to look in the mirror on my vanity. I made sure my bangs were flat and my hair was bone straight, not a curl in it. Smiling at myself, I turned around and checked to see if my ass looked as good in those shorts as I thought. It did.
I grabbed my phone off the bed, my keys off the counter and headed to Sawyer’s place. He already knew, I never had guys over at my place. Carson had been the exception.
As I drove to Sawyer’s apartment, which was literally about five minutes from campus, I was anxious to get to him to see what he might have in store for me tonight. Also a tiny part of me was preoccupied.
I wonder what Carson is doing? Huh? Where did that come from? I shook off that random thought and pulled into Sawyer’s complex parking lot and parked the car. Once I turned off the engine, I pulled the keys out of the ignition and grabbed my phone off the passenger seat. As I did this, the screen lit up.
Carson: Hey 🐱
It was a text from Carson. I stepped out of the car and leaned back on the door.
Me: What’s up
Carson: Nothing. Wyd
Me: Hanging out with a friend
Carson: Oh
Me. U
Carson: Being lonely
Me: Lol
Carson: Wanna come keep me company 😿
Me: What’s up with the kitty emojis loser
I giggled.
Carson: So, no?
Me: Let me call you later, okay?
😺
He’s a dork. I smiled, my cheeks warming.
I pulled myself off the car and headed to Sawyer’s apartment.
The door was unlocked so I walked in and put my keys and phone down on his kitchen counter.
“Hey.” He smiled, standing there shirtless, looking all sexy. His abs, calling to me, begging me to lick them.
Sawyer was a statuesque masterpiece, with blue eyes, perfect chestnut-colored, wavy hair, wonderful naturally tanned skin, and muscles upon muscles—he was a god. He liked wearing cloth necklaces and cloth shoes, and believed in love, and humans giving it to each other in any form. He was my anything-goes guy. If I want a threesome? Done. If I want to be fucked with foreign objects? Done. If I want him to sloppily eat me out until I come all over his face? Done. If I want him to shove his dick down my throat until I gagged? Done. Upside down fucking? Outside sex? Balcony sex? Sex with produce? Done. Done. Done. Done.
Those were the kinds of friends I found in college.
“Hi,” I said girlishly, shifting my shoulders.
He walked over at me, his glistening blue eyes peering down at me. Six feet tall and oh so sexy.
He grabbed my hand.
“Did you have a good day?” he asked, leading me into his bedroom, his black handcuffs already set out on the bed.
“I had a lazy day,” I said sitting across from them.
Sawyer slowly dropped to his knees in front of me.
“Did you?” he said staring at my shorts.
I already knew what he was going to make me do. I didn’t mind though. It was fun.
He pushed me back, laying his index finger on my stomach. I held myself up with my hands beside me, smiling.
“You know I missed you,” he said.
“Who are you talking to? Me or my vagina.”
“Both of you,” he said unbuttoning my shorts.
I lifted my ass a little as he shimmied them off my hips.
“I missed you too,” I said.
“Hmm, lace. Nice.” He caressed my legs and hooked his index fingers onto the sides of my panties and pulled them down over my hips also, exposing me.
I spread my legs for him, without him telling me. I knew that would warrant the most glorious words anyone could ever say to me.
“Good girl,” he said.
There they were. With those words, you could pretty much get me to do anything.
“You know what I want,” he whispered seductively.
“Hm-huh,” I said, reaching for my box.
“Ah, yeah,” he said as I massaged myself.
That’s what he always wanted, from the very first time. I wasn’t afraid to do it. He was the first man to ever reward me by saying, “Good girl.” And ever since I had lost my virginity to him, I always wanted to be called a good girl. It was like the highest compliment anyone could give you.
By this time I was aroused and dripping. And I loved the next part.
He rose to his feet and slipped off his pants and boxers, kicking them to the side and exposing his girthy manhood. He pushed me back, my wet fingers flying in the air. My arms drop beside me.
“Take it off,” he ordered.
I smiled, pulling my sweatshirt over my head, exposing my breasts and whole body to him.
He pushed me further on the bed and snatched the handcuffs off the bed. He gently handcuffed my wrists in front of me and pushed them above my head, latching them to the middle rail on his headboard.
I arched my back so ready to be penetrated. I moaned quietly as he hovered over me.
Sawyer spread my legs to where he wanted them to be then took his index finger down my folds. I squirmed, pulling on the cuffs.
“You’re ready.” He smiled at me.
He reached in his top drawer and grabbed a condom and put it on, dropping the paper carelessly on the bed.
He slid inside of me, my back arched even more as he filled me up. Without warning, as usual his thrusts were perfectly rough as he held on to my arms. Our eyes linked from time to time though for the better part his eyes wandered over my breasts, over my box, over me. When he smacked my breasts, I whimpered. When he stuck his fingers in my mouth and pulled on my jaw, I whined. When he pushed my legs together and over my head, smacking my ass as he drilled me, I cried in pleasure. And when he turned me around and pulled me to the edge of the bed making the handcuffs tighter as they clung to the railing, pushing himself inside of me, I moaned louder. I arched my back, pushed my ass in the air and he smacked it, as hard as he could. Because I knew that’s what he wanted me to do.
“Good girl.”
Those words brought on my orgasm even faster. He grabbed my hair pulling my head back and drilled me even more. I could only cry and whimper, my whole body enjoying every moment of it.
His thrusts got slower and less forceful, so I knew he was trying to hold back cumming as he dropped off me and pulled me to the side. He laid down, placing one hand on my pink pearl to massage it and sliding right back into my moist folds. Our skin smacked together as he thrusted from behind me. The steadier his massaging rotation was on my clit, the closer I got to an orgasm.
He grunted as our panting filled the room and my insides tightened around his pulsating rod, my contracting lady parts pushing him out of me.
Deep breaths as we lay there, satisfied.
Before he uncuffed he, he left the room, like he always does.
I laid back on my arms and smiled.
He never disappoints. The next thought seemed strange. I wonder if I still have time to hang out with Carson.
I lifted my head up and stared forward, curiosity plaguing me.
Sawyer came back in the room.
He laughed walking over to me, sweat glistening all over his body.
“I never can last that long with you. You’re so tight. Wish I could go another round like we usually do, but I’ve got some things I’ve got to take care of,” he said as he opened the handcuffs. “Unless you want to stick around. You’re welcome to stay the night.”
I rubbed my wrists; they stung a little but nothing too major.
“Now you know I’m not staying over here.”
“Wouldn’t hurt to change it up a little.”
“No thanks.” I smiled, rising off the bed.
I picked up my shorts and slid them on, pulled on my sweatshirt and stuffed my panties in my pocket.
“You sure? It’s only going to take me a couple hours. I have a presentation I need to submit before midnight. You could help me?” he said pulling on a pair of lounging shorts.
“Unless you mean suck your dick, I’m good.” I smirked, uninterestedly as I opened the door.
“Heh. Per the norm. Never let anyone get close to you,” he said sitting at the edge of the bed.
I tilted my head and scratched my neck, glancing at the floor. I pursed my lips. “Well, I’ll see ya.”
“Yeah, see ya,” he said. He sounded disappointed as he often did, but it never phased me. I never once thought about staying.
In fact this time, I was more anxious to leave than any other time.
I closed his bedroom door and grabbed my phone and keys off the counter, seeing myself out. As I unlocked my car door and slid into the driver’s seat I had the urge to call Carson, I even checked to see if he had texted me but he hadn’t.
I took a deep breath.
Why am I so weird about this guy? I’m not going to see him. For what? He wouldn’t even know where to start. I’m not even going to text him. I’ll just shower and go to sleep.