Page 19 of College Boy

Chapter Twelve

Mitch

“You did?”

Mitch merely pantomimed dancing, seeing as he was no expert himself. Emma nodded, ponytail dragging along one shoulder of her sexy teal dress, the one with the sash wrapped around her waist that practically begged to be tugged open to reveal whatever delights might lurk just inside.Skimpy little black panties?Mitch mused silently to himself.Teeny little pushup bra? Or, perhaps, not a stitch at all?

“You think I dragged my desperate ass over to that fence in the middle of the night just for the fun of it?” Emma’s voice was low, tense, quiet, as coiled up and taut as the rest of her rigid body hovering mere inches from his own.

Mitch nodded absently as they swayed from left to right, occasionally circling each other slowly in Emma’s stylish, grownup, Pinterest-worthy living room, so different from his own small, crummy, cramped off-campus apartment as to exist in a whole other universe altogether.

Like Emma herself, Mitch supposed, swaying gently across from him all sinewy curves and ripe, feminine flesh. A real, live, beautiful grown ass woman, smiling seductively up at him in a way that made it clear she was all his, if only he didn’t screw it all up.

As usual.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing,” he explained shyly. “I’ve just, no one’s ever fallen for me before.”

“Bullshit.” Emma’s fingers tensed inside his own, her pretty face scowling gently as their loins brushed chastely against each other’s once again.

He shook his head and, subtly, drew her closer. Despite her vicelike grip on his hands, Emma’s body didn’t resist the inevitable pull, fitting against his own like a puzzle piece he’d been missing all this time. “Scout’s honor,” Mitch muttered for the second time that night. Only this time? He actually meant it. “Usually I’m the one who does all the falling and then I have to convince whoever it is I’ve fallen for that—honestly?—I’m not really so bad after all.”

Emma clucked her tongue, as if upset with the handful of so-called girlfriends from his less-than-checkered past. “Their loss,” she insisted, stubbornly clinging to this idea she seemed to have that he was somehow worth ... desiring? Mitch didn’t see it, obviously, but Emma seemed to, her eyes hungry and eager as they pivoted from foot to foot in the spacious living room, so stylish and trendy it seemed like something out of a model home.

“I guess that’s not how they see it, Emma,” Mitch insisted as he felt the unmistakable press of her body against his own. It was firm, ripe, supple and warm, even through the thin, clingy dress that seemed both casual and dressy at the same time.

“I just find it hard to believe,” Emma insisted as she gently took the lead, squeezing his hand subtly to drag him left and right as they swayed in time to the atmospheric music in the background. “That someone as irresistible as you hasn’t been fallen for in all these years.”

Mitch scoffed openly. “You’re the only person I’ve ever been irresistible to, Emma.”

She smirked, wriggling against him so that his thickening shaft pressed against the warm, smooth press of her unmistakably swollen mound. “I bet you say that to all the girls you spend spring break with, Mitch.”

“Only the women,” Mitch said pointedly, enjoying the blush that crept across Emma’s cheeks as their lips danced dangerously close to one another’s.

“And you’re okay with that?” she murmured, leaning closer to rest her head on his bare chest. His hands slid around the small of her back in reply, the gesture as achingly erotic as it was touchingly sweet. “Spending your whole spring break with ... a woman?”

Her breath was warm on his chest, but not nearly as warm as the heat from between her legs, pressing so eagerly against the outline of his stiffening prick, creeping ever higher along his fluttering belly. “I’d be happy if all we had was this one special night, you know?”

Her gentle murmur fluttered across his throat, the accompanying purr humming through his entire body. “It is special, isn’t it?”

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