anywhere on him. While he wasn't as big as Greg muscle-wise, he
was a fine specimen of a man, all muscles and sinew and veins. "Yeah, I
think there's something in the fridge," I commented, distracted by the
sight of one of the tattoos on his left arm that wrapped around his bicep and
continued on up to his shoulder. It looked like something like a dragon or a
phoenix. Just as I was about to question him about it, he bounced off the bed
and headed for the door. I got a good look at his rock hard buttocks. He did
have a good butt, no doubt about it.
Grinning wickedly and knowing that the house was
empty, I followed him, not bothering to put on any clothes or wrap a sheet
around me. I felt perfectly comfortable being naked around Luke, and I followed
him down the stairs and into the kitchen. He turned on the kitchen light,
stepped up the fridge and pulled it open, making a face when he didn't see what
he was looking for. He glanced over his shoulder at me.
"No beer?"
I shook my head. "No beer," I said.
He looked back inside, saw a half empty quart of
orange juice, and pulled it out of the fridge. Then, turning to me, his eyes
locking on mine, he unscrewed the cap, tossed it into the sink and lifted the
jug to his lips. I laughed. "That wasn't on my shelf you know," I
said. "Becky's going to be upset when she finds out what you did with her
orange juice."
He said nothing, but literally guzzled the remainder
of the orange juice down without stopping. Despite myself, I was impressed.
Then, with a casual shrug, he tossed the empty plastic container into the sink
after the lid.
"I'll replace it," he said.
His eyes swept down me and mine did the same, and
before I knew it I was hot for him again. His penis came to life and I giggled
as he stepped toward me, leaning me back against the kitchen table. No, he
couldn't possibly think that we were going to do it on the kitchen table! Not
that anybody used it for a kitchen table because we didn't. Actually, it served
as a kind of catch all and a place to put groceries and books and whatnot.
Suddenly, I was backed against the table and his fingers were reaching for my
crotch. His fingers were inside me, stroking while at the same time his lips
pressed on mine, his tongue delving deeply into my mouth. Unbelievably, I came
in a matter of seconds.
He laughed, and removing his fingers from inside me,
he grasped his own penis and gave it a stroke or two. I dropped to my knees,
and once again took him inside my mouth, helping him. Before long, he stiffened
and I lifted my head just as hot semen squirted out onto my shoulder, then ran
down between my breasts.
"God, you're so sexy," he mumbled.
I couldn't believe he had said that. He thought I was
sexy? I smiled as he helped me up from the floor, and then held my hand as we
left the kitchen and headed back toward the stairs. Suddenly, halfway up, he
turned, pushed the hair out of my face and spoke.
"Jessica, you’re the only girl I want."
I said nothing, but merely continued to stare up at
him wide-eyed and amazement.
"I'll tell you what. If you'll stop dating other
guys, I'll stop dating other girls. Deal?"
I thought about it for a moment, and then nodded.
"Deal." His lips found mine again, and before I knew it we were both
half sitting and half lying down right there in the middle of the stairs. His
erection was stiff and hard between us, and I was amazed that he could get it
up again. Equally amazing was the fact that I was more than ready to have sex
with him again. My heart beat loudly in my ears, my blood flowing through my
veins. It felt as if every nerve ending in my body was alive.
A startled scream pulled me out of my ecstasy, and I
stared at Luke for a moment, wide-eyed, wondering where the scream had come
from. I glanced around and suddenly realized that one of the sorority sisters
that lived downstairs now stood at the bottom of the stairs, gaping up at us in
open-mouthed surprise. I squealed and then Luke quickly
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