Luke was staring at me wide eyed. His mouth opened and closed like he was trying to work out how to say something in a completely new language that he didn’t quite have a grasp of, but I didn’t let him choke on it for too long.
“Give me your phone.” I commanded. He stammered out a half word that was somewhere between a “what?” and a “why?”
“Just give me your phone and come over here!” He fumbled a bit, but eventually managed to dig his phone out of his gym shorts and hand it to me. I took it and immediately stood up directly in front of him. I could feel his eyes on my body, but I had other plans. I grabbed a handful of his shirt, and forcefully urged him to stand up. When he finally did, I dragged him to his bed and sat on the edge of it. I patted the spot next to me suggesting he sit down. He sat cautiously leaving a six inch gap between us that I quickly closed. I scooted next to him and crossed my legs towards him letting my thigh rest on top of his. I felt him tense up but I didn’t care. I tapped at his phone opened up his camera app and flipped it around to selfie mode.
I framed us way better than the mormon bitch had framed them. I took them from a high angle so it was clear we were sitting on the bed and the camera was certain to capture my body. I snapped multiple photos and tried a few different poses. I shot a couple of friendly ones holding up a drunken looking peace sign while winking at the camera. I took a couple where I was leaning my head on his shoulder that had a good view of my legs poking out of my short shorts. Finally, I threw my arm around his neck, hooked him in close with my leg and planted a big kiss directly on his cheek.
I’m relatively certain he would have been game for more. He was putty in my hands. His stiff cock had poked me when I crossed my leg over his lap, but it didn’t feel right in that moment. It felt like somehow that would be taking advantage of him. Instead I tapped my number in his contact list and put it under the name of
I stood up and told him I had to go get ready for chapter. He moved to open the door for me and as he did I grabbed him and pulled him in for a hug. It was more than just the friendly shoulder-touch-back-pat you give your friends when you see them. I pressed my body into his and held him close. He politely and awkwardly tried to maneuver his hips away from me but I matched his movements and quickly made contact with the stiffness beneath his gym shorts. He seemed shocked. Every muscle in his body seemed to lock up, but when I didn’t shy away from the contact he slowly relaxed. I wanted to give him something to think about tonight other than his ex. I held him tightly and pressed my hips into his for more than a few seconds. I could feel his pulse in his cock pressed against my pubic mound. I felt him twitch once through my shorts and chose that moment to break our embrace. His neck and cheeks were red with embarrassment but I acted like I didn’t notice. I just told him to let me know how it goes and left his dorm.
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“Ash you broke that poor kid!” Kim exclaimed from her bed as I finished telling her the story of my escapades and the lingering hug that had him poking into me. “He’s either going to be crippled from blue balls or he’ll have to steam clean his entire dorm room.”
I looked across our dark room to her bed. Her face was dimly lit as she scrolled through her phone. We often sat up at night and swapped stories back and forth, but they typically involved frat guys not virgin freshmen.
“Yeah, but that was kind of the point though! He shouldn’t have to think about her.” I stared at the ceiling above my bed with my phone resting on my chest. Even though he wasn’t my type at all, I liked the idea of him furiously jerking his nerdy little dick to me after I left the room. I was a little ashamed but my nipples tingled slightly as I thought about it.
“Honey, you’re telling me you spent three hours with this kid wearing nothing but booty shorts and a sports bra? He’s never going to be able to think about anyone other than you.”
I guess I hadn’t really thought about it too much at the time. If he had been in a sexless relationship for three years, I must have been a real enigma to him. “I wonder what they did though.” I mused out loud. “I mean, how do you date someone for that long and not eventually give in to temptation?” It was a completely foreign concept for me. My first boyfriend and I had told each other at first that we were going to wait for marriage too but it didn’t take long to progress from casual making out to his hand under my shirt. His hand under my shirt quickly turned into to me grinding on top of him, and the feeling of his hard dick through our clothes only encouraged me to want to feel it inside of me. Within just three months of dating we had gone from shy virgins to our first pregnancy scare as he pulled out a little late shooting cum all over my tummy.
The space between my legs came alive at the memory of Hunter throbbing deep inside of me unable to hold back his orgasm. He wasn’t a great lay but his enthusiasm was really hot. He eventually got to where he could last long enough for me to get myself off with my hand while he thrusted inside of me.
“It sounds like she prayed a lot and he went home and tugged it out.” Kim replied nonchalantly, miming a jacking motion with her hand never looking up from her phone.
The thought of Luke’s body held tight against me was at the forefront of my mind. I wondered if he immediately whipped it out after he closed the door behind me. No. He didn’t seem like that kind of guy; I bet he was conflicted and tried to hold out for as long as possible. I quietly snuck my hand underneath the waistband of my PJ shorts and tickled the front of my mound with my fingernails where his cock had pressed against me earlier. I wondered if his ex had ever felt his dick up against her? If he had ever twitched from the pressure between their two bodies.
I glanced back over at Kim. Her nose was buried in her phone. I let my right knee drop open and pulled my panties to the side and touched myself between my lips. God, I was soaking! I lightly traced my slit, tickling the sensitive spot beneath my clit and shooting small sparks of electricity up into my naval. I was careful to keep my breathing even in case Kim could hear me.
It felt a little wrong thinking about Luke; thinking about how frustrated he must have been that I had left, and how his cock must have ached for more as I pulled away from him. I was certain at some point tonight he had pulled up the pictures I had taken on his phone and jerked himself to a mind blowing orgasm as he remembered my tits pressed up against his arm. I made tiny circles with my middle finger lightly spreading my wetness over my sensitive parts. With each circle I shot spark after spark after spark up into my naval. I pointed my toes and flexed my glutes as the sparks began to coalesce into a gathering thunderstorm. I controlled my breathing as best I could as my body began to spasm. He wanted me. I wanted him to want me. I wanted him to think about me.
As if summoned by my arousal, my phone vibrated on my chest. It startled me and my building orgasm immediately faded into the ether. I glanced over at Kim half expecting to see a mischievous grin on her face but she seemed to have not noticed anything, her face was still expressionless as she scrolled on her phone.
I let out an exasperated sigh as my body relaxed and heart rate began to slow. I pulled my hand out of my shorts and swiped up my phone. There was a text from a number I did not recognize.
I clicked it open to find a screenshot from an instagram “viewed by” list with some girl’s user tag circled. At the top was a picture of me throwing up a peace sign next to Luke. I felt satisfaction wash over me even in the wake of my ruined orgasm. I opened my own insta and added Luke’s tag and found his photo of us. I knew less was more so I just commented a heart emoji. That would burn her up.
I flipped back over to his text. “Success! ❤️”
I watched his bubble bounce for a moment until his reply came through: “Thanks.” It was enigmatic. Did he mean it like “Thanks!” For making her jealous or “thanks” regretting he had hurt her?
“I’m so glad you texted! I was just thinking about you!” He didn’t need to know exactly what I was thinking, but it wasn’t until after I hit send I looked at the time. 1:00AM. I felt my cheeks flush. I hadn’t outright admitted anything, but I know what I would assume if someone said that to me at this time of night. I guess it was only fair. I was certain he had gotten off to me earlier, now he could (correctly) assume that I had done the same. It still didn’t feel right. There wasn’t a lot to like about him physically. He was my height. He wasn’t ripped or even particularly cute with his boyish features. I guess part of me just liked that he was sweet and he liked me. It wasn’t every day that I got to interact with a boy that I could make hard just by sitting next to.
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