Gwen's house

My house, despite not being a mansion, is quite large and luxurious because my father owns a prestigious law firm.

My parents were in another city closing an important contract and left me alone. They have total confidence and know that I will not do any madness in their absence; of course, they did not know my weakness for Dexter.

He used a remote control to open the garage and put the car in. An enormous silence reigned between Double D and me, but what if he listened was how little the nerd was shaking in his seat.

I could understand the great nervousness that surely ruled Double D at this time. A boy, a girl, and a house for them alone; I don't need to be a genius to assume where he would lead this situation.

On the other hand, my position was no different from his. My hand clung to the steering wheel to prevent excess, and butterflies from dancing in my stomach. It was not my first time with a boy, but I certainly felt very different than with any other man.

It seems the truth had no bearing on chemistry; it was merely an excuse to lure him to my home, and very likely Dexter suspects him. This is really escaping my control; I am surprised by how quickly I climbed until I got here.

"Hmm... 115," double D said suddenly.

"As?"

"In... 115 m/h... This speed that you had to run to get here so fast," he added more clearly.

I was perplexed for a few seconds because that was more or less the speed I used, and it was sure that the young man did not see the speedometer. It was incredible that he could calculate that in such a short time, but it also seemed super funny that he would get such data out of nowhere.

It must have been his way of relieving tension and breaking the ice.

"Je je ja... if you are double D right, you really are a brain, an amazing brain!"

Gwen blushed and smiled at me.

"Eh... thanks, Gwen, although it is not... as impressive ..... as you are driving."

Now it's me who blushed. God must look like a giant tomato in Dexter's eyes.

"I have... Thank you too, but not everything is for me, you know. It's not just ability; you have to have the right tools," I say proudly, giving some palmaditas at the wheel.

"Yes... You're right, Gwen... The right tools," double D says, looking at his phone.

We left the car and the garage. Dexter, of course, was admiring the beautiful garden adorned by various roses and tulips with a fountain in the center.

I put a hand on his shoulder to wake him up, and he removed it instantly when he turned.

He fixed his gaze on the keys to the house. I was so nervous that it took longer than normal to put the right key in the lock, but in the end, I achieved it, and when we both entered, I closed the door.

Inside, double D is lost again, observing the various luxuries I had never seen.

"It's very beautiful; the paintings come from Italy... the candlestick is a rarity; there are only three in the world, and the furniture..."

I showed him the superb interior of my house as if I were a tourist guide, while the young man limited himself to nodding, amazed. When I turned my back, I noticed the sound of him taking a picture.

Flash!

He turned, believing that he had photographed me again, and I pretended to be angry with him, since he wouldn't really bother me at all. But I discovered that a selfie was taken to be written about on his phone. I assumed that it was to upload it to social networks and show off a little.

Activated change.

Activated change.

Activated change.

Suddenly, the nerd twisted comically, discreetly posing. My eyes were on the prominent bulge in his pants, asking myself how big his cock would be. When I touched it in the car, although it was through the calculation of his pants, it had to measure about 15 or 16 cm, but it could easily be bigger.

I remembered the time I became aware of that monster; it was a day that I discovered it looking at my rear with a lascivious look. Great was my surprise when I saw a huge trunk that grew inside his pants, down his thigh.

I could not believe that such a squalid boy had such armament. The boys with whom E. State did not even approach him, and of course, that made me look at him more.

Remembering that event caused my libido to shoot up like never before, creating great chaos in my pussy, and I felt vaginal juices fall between my firm thighs.

I was **** to lean on some furniture. I joined my legs tightly, bit my lips, and doubled my knees so much that it seemed I was doing push-ups.

It was as if my body had entered a state of heat, telling my brain that I needed to vent.

This obvious state was noticed by Dexter, who saw me with a strange expression but there was a certain gesture that I could not recognize.

"Are you...well, Gwen?" he asked, approaching me.

“I… eh… if it’s nothing,” I say, not very convincingly, due to my broken voice.

For a demon, I would have liked to say, “I am crazy horny for you, double D, fuck me,” but my pride told me that I should not lower myself. With that conflict, I gathered a great deal of strength to straighten my body.

“Quiet, Mr. Knightness… I’m excellent.”

“Oh… good… so… do we start with the lessons?” he asked, showing the most beautiful smile I had ever seen, revealing his peculiar teeth.

“Okay, let’s go to my room,” I suggest.

“Sorry?”

Dexter raises his eyebrows but isn’t at all frightened.

“Let’s go, double D. I thought that since we get along, I could go to an even more private place. Don’t you want to get along with me?”

“Of course!”

With that, I take him to my room, which, like the rest of the house, has all the luxuries that a young woman could desire. Upon arriving at the door, I pause for a few seconds, breathe deeply, and think about the madness I am about to commit.

But another, bigger part of me says, "Fuck, I have to do it; it's now or never!" So I welcome my room and something else.

I feel within the bed. I see Dexter, who is on my side and is obeying without opposing.

A new silence reigned among us, but this time it was longer; we both felt that there was something different. I kept playing with my hair at the same time that the nerd adjusted his lenses again.

The tension grew bigger with every minute, as did the excitement within me, until Double D spoke first.

"Well... in what part do you want to start?"

When he said that, my brain shed the last traces of my pride. If Dexter was referring to studying or something else that I didn't care about, I interpreted it more primitively, as what I desired... An invitation to fuck!

Suddenly, I approached so quickly that Double D didn't have time to react. I put my right hand over his shoulder and gently took his neck.

He is amazed by the expression on my face; it's from my eyes. They give off a voracious hunger, and my tongue moves around my lips, emitting lascivious sounds.

"Mmmh... my dear double D, you are very ready to realize the real desire for you," I say in a seductive voice, letting my burning breath blur their lenses. "What I really want is to revive the chemistry between us."

With that, he planted a spectacular kiss, leaving him completely petrified....