Dinner with Lewis

I messaged Lewis for his address and threw on matching bra and panties and the clothes from earlier. Following his response, I left my dorm and headed opposite from where Kevin lived. Lewis' place was halfway up a steep hill, a small brick apartment complex. I knocked on his door and was greeted by the man himself in grey sweatpants and a black tee, his bulge still very evident if slightly smaller. He was taller than I expected, probably a hair above six foot.

"Your table is right this way," he said, leading me in with a flourish to the third bedroom all the way in the back. I couldn't hear any roommates, but they definitely existed. His room was lit mostly by Christmas lights, one bulb casting light on his queen sized bed. On the nightstand was a bottle of wine and two glasses, and at the foot was a TV with Netflix on it.

"What fine decor," I remarked dryly, sitting on the edge of the bed. He sat next to me and handed me a glass, uncorking then pouring some wine into it and his as well.

"Cheers!" We tapped our glasses together, and I took a sip. It wasn't terrible, but it was just high end grocery store wine in the end. I took a big few gulps, draining half the glass. He finished his, refilling it and topping mine off a little as well. His hand moved to casually rest on my thigh, his fingers ever so slightly pressing down on the inner flesh and feeling like electricity so close to my pussy. I took another sip, and he set his glass back down after finishing most of it.

He scooted a little closer, his shoulder nudging me into turning towards him while his arm moved from my thigh to slide up my shirt and around me. We locked eyes as I felt his warm, soft fingers tracing along my back and he leaned in to kiss me. I turned to face into him as his other hand grabbed me firmly by the side, sliding up under my shirt to feel my bare skin. He deepened the kiss, his hands roaming over my upper body, running gently up and down my back and side, ever so gently whispering over the flesh at the top of my bra and at my waistband. I became caught up too, my arousal from earlier returning far stronger and more directed at him from his proximity. I shouldn't be doing this, I thought to myself, but I need to feel this.

We separated, gasping for breath as I put my wine glass down as well. He had already lifted my shirt a lot by virtue of having both his hands under it, so I finished the job by stripping it off. His gentle touches had pulled my bra down, and now my nipples were almost out. His cock was obviously straining at his sweatpants and I could see a tiny wet spot from his precum against the fabric. He started gently sucking and kissing my earlobe, then moving down to my neck and shoulder, making me feel tingly and weak as he did. Moving down to my breasts, he licked and sucked the part of my areola that were exposed, reaching behind me and pawing at the clasp until he finally got it to pop loose.

Pulling it off with my help, he eagerly began to suck and nibble on my nipples, expertly swirling his tongue around one before switching to the other. I felt increasing waves of guilt and arousal as he immersed himself in me, taking his time to lick and suck every private part of my body that he could find. Only my boyfriend was supposed to do this; I wasn't supposed to take pleasure in letting another man have me. I felt incredible guilt as I felt ecstasy, one hand on the back of Lewis' head as he aggressively kissed me and the other propping myself up from falling into his bed. I could stop this anytime, but my body didn't want to as much as my moral compass insisted, and I felt certain that if I didn't act now then I would never try to stop this.

Lewis paused, pulling back as he released my lips. Smirking, one of his hands went to his own waistband while the other gently but firmly pushed me to lay back on his bed, my arm holding me up and resisting.