Message-ID: <15413eli$9809182234@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: morgan Subject: new story Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: caillean@earthlink.net Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <35FC615E.4902@earthlink.net> Geoff So I go out for a cigarette today at work. I'm leaning against my car, and as always the mind starts drifting. I start thinking about this guy I dated a few times when I was 17. He was older than I at 19 and in college while I was still a high school girl. Very exciting for me at the time. The second date took place in his frat house room. His name was Geoff. He was very tall, very lean, with long brown hair and beautiful brown eyes. A very intense sort of guy. We sat and talked on his bed for awhile and drank some beer. Well, as you might imagine, one thing lead to another, and we ended up making love in his room, hoping his roommate wouldn't come in because he was just down the hall at a friend's room. Geoff was a very skilled lover and taught me a lot that night. My 17 year old body was sated after that. I felt wonderful. When I left that night, I couldn't wait until I saw him again. I didn't have to wait long, he called later that night and invited me to come back over in a couple of days. He said it would have liked for it to be sooner than that, but he was been changing rooms and he wanted it to be more or less set up before I got there. Sounded good to me, since his current room was really small and crowded for 2 people. His new room was huge and he was going to be sharing it (flashback time *lol*) with the guy I had lost my virginity too. Hmmmmm *laughing* I went to the new room 2 nights later, and there are Geoff and Bill (the roomie) in the new room. Bill had a date over, and all of that made me feel sort of awkward, but hey, that's life. Geoff had inherited a loft bed from the previous room user. It was maybe 6 feet off the ground, and approximently the size of a double bed. Geoff was a bit annoyed that since he was so tall, his feet sort of hung off the end, but with a twinkle in those pretty brown eyes told me to hop up and try it out; of course, he followed me right on up. The next thing you know, we are lying down with our arms wrapped around each other, kissing those beautiful kisses that I love so much. Geoff was an expert kisser. Even after all this time I can still feel his lips on mine and his tongue in my mouth. He was the first man to ever suck on my lips. Oh god I love that. Lips are so sensitive, don't you feel? I was in heaven. Geoff and I were having a grand old time up there in his loft, even though Bill and his date were right there in the room with us. I wasn't concerned at the time because the room was so big and they were at the far end. He started to suck on my lips really hard, and his hands were moving all over my body. I was feeling breathless, to say the least. I could feel his hard cock though his jeans; pressing against them, straining the fabric. I just had to rub it. I used the palm of my hand and pressed it hard against him. I could feel the outline of him even through the material. I was dripping wet by now. Geoff's hand went between my legs and he started rubbing my crotch through my jeans. I'm surprised they didn't feel damp to him. He stopped kissing me long enough to whisper in my ear, "Do you want it, bitch?" His voice sounded hoarse, he sounded different. The sound of him calling me bitch, which no one had ever done before under these circumstances, really threw me. I was repulsed and intrigued at the same time. Despite my repulsion, I would be lying if I didn't say that that made me wetter. However, because I was so young and so naive, I told him no, that I didn't want to go that far with others in the room. This seemed to infuriate him. He called me a tease and a whore. I was, of course, devastated that he would say that to me, and yet it somehow made me feel a teeny bit powerful at the same time; that I could do that to him. I tried to push myself off him and get out of the loft, but I couldn't. Geoff dragged me back and rolled me over and laid down on top of me, pinning me underneath him. He was rubbing his body up and down me. His hands reaching up and roughly squeezing my breasts through my shirt. He was kissing me hard, and despite myself, I was kissing him back. I was really turned on by the forcefulness of it. It felt so forbidden. He reached to my waist and yanked my shirt up and then pulled my bra up to my neck. His mouth went to my nipples and he started sucking and licking and biting them hard. I felt as if I should scream out to the other 2 people in the room, but I didn't. I was in a sexual frenzy of some sort. My heart was racing. I could hear it in my ears. While Geoff was working on my breasts with his mouth, he was using his hands to undo my jeans and he stuck one down my panties, not caring that he was pulling at my pubic hairs to reach his destination. I wasn't caring either at the point. I wanted his hand there. I was saying no to him and over and over again, but we both knew I didn't mean it. My saying no to him was making him even rougher. My nipples were sore and sensitive, and still he kept at them. My breath was coming in gasps. Geoff was sweating, the tension in his body keeping him going. He shoved 2 fingers deep into me. Keep in mind, he had not pulled my pants down at all, so there was just barely space there for him to get his hand in. The fact that his fingers slid right in without resistance seem to make him happy. He pumped his fingers in and out of me, covering his hand with my juices. He brought his mouth back up to mine and kissed me again. He whispered in my ear, "I know you want me you little tramp". His eyes flashed. I was still so aware of the others in the room, still felt as if I should be stopping this, because it was scaring me even though it was exciting me. He lifted himself up at the waist and undid his pants and pulled them down to his knees. His huge cock was hitting my belly even though he was raised above me. It looked enormous all swollen and purple and frightening and oh god how I wanted it. I was squirming underneath him. I could have gotten out maybe at this point, but I was enthralled by him. He yanked my pants down and somehow managed to pull them off one leg. With one hand he spread my legs beneath him, and with the other, he guided himself deep into me. He filled me full with a moan from both of us. I came almost immediately. Silently. I was still thinking about the others in the room. Hell, I was still saying no. Geoff pumped at me hard, with a violence to his motions. He alternated between sucking my breasts and sucking my mouth. He felt so greedy to me. I was in tears by this point, because I was hating myself for loving what he was doing to and with me. In and out of me he went. I can still feel the size of him there. His slim hips crushing against my fuller ones. Geoff said something to me at that point that I can still hear his voice saying to me. He said "I'm going to shoot my wad inside you." He tensed up and then came in me with a flood of wetness of his own. The sound of his voice sent me over the edge. I came again with a feeling I have never known before or since. We had our lips pressed together, and we both cried out. As soon as we were done, I scrambled to get my pants back on and out of the room. I felt as if I couldn't get out fast enough. He didn't try to stop me this time. He laid back on his bed with a satisfied grin, the tension in his body gone. As I was climbing back down to the floor, he grabbed my wrist in a tight grip. He looked me deep in the eyes and said, "You'll be back, bitch." I practically ran out of the frat house. I felt as if I smelled of sex. I probably did. I ran the few blocks home and sat panting on the steps to the front door. I tried not to think about what had happened, push it out of mind. I couldn't that night, but I could later on. I never went back to see Geoff. I was too frightened by my reaction to his ways. Good girls aren't supposed to like it like that... Copyright by MORGWIZ Publications, 1998. All rights reserved. Not to be reproduced without the express written permission from the author. Please visit my website at http://home.earthlink.net/~caillean/ . 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