Page 53 of Frat House Fling

That was one of the most condescending things a guy could say. So why did it make me shiver? I slid my fingers slightly up my stomach. My touch felt different than it did when I was washing in the shower. Maybe it was because he was directingmy movements. Or because I was imagining it was him touching me.I did that, I told him.

Cup your breasts. Use both hands. Squeeze them for me.

That wasn’t something I ever did, but I had to admit it felt good. And I also had to admit that maybe I wasn’t doing it just for him. I was twenty. It was probably damn well time to learn more about my own body.

OK.

Shit, I wish it were my hands on you. Tease your nipples for me. Get them hard.

They’re already hard, I admitted.

Then pinch them. Lightly.

I obeyed, a small moan rising from my chest.

Now a little harder.

I did that, too.It feels good.

I bet it does.

A new thought occurred—one that made my hips roll in a little circle against the silky sheet below me.Are you touching yourself?

Yes.

He admitted it so easily. Why was it so hard, even in such a safe, anonymous setting such as this, to talk about this kind of stuff? I was both afraid he’d take this farther… and worried that he might not.

Squeeze your breasts together. Are you imagining me doing that?

Yes.The area between my legs was growing hotter by the moment and blood was rushing to it.

Good. God, I wish I could watch you. But I’ve got a pretty good imagination.

That made me blush, but didn’t scare me off.

Slide your hand down your body. Slowly. How does that feel?

Good. And kind of dangerous.

That’s because I suspect you haven’t yet learned how a man can worship your body and make you scream. But maybe this can give you a hint. If you’re willing.

I am.

Good. Cup your mound. Is your skin hot?

Scorching.

God, I wish I could feel that.

Is your skin hot?I texted, my cheeks flooding with heat.

My cock, you mean.I could tell he was testing out the word, seeing how I would react.

Yes.It was a short answer, but it felt like a big step for me.

It’s scorching. I’m squeezing it with my fist and imagining that it’s your hand on me.

I didn’t know what to say to that, though my breathing was growing faster by the second.

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