Lauren's room

Of course it had to be Lauren’s. She lies there perfectly still and you almost have to check to see if she’s still breathing, but of course she is. You cross her room and notice a slight tremor in her when she hears the floorboard creak. She knows someone else is in the room.

The room is nice. Mostly pink. but nothing much that grabs your attention so much as the girl in the bed. Fuck. This is the first time you have actually ever been in a girl’s bedroom! You wonder what other firsts you might cross off your list while you’re here.

Cautiously, you pull the duvet back. Lauren is the picture of 19 year old beauty and athleticism. Her breasts have subsided disappointingly somewhat due to her lying on her back, and her “I don’t do mornings” sloganed cream coloured nightshirt was not as arousing as you might have hoped she would wear, but it didn’t have to. This is Lauren Gartner, easily the hottest girl at highschool. Cautiously you extend your hands and gently put them to her breasts, then as soon as you touch them instantly pull them away again in panic. You can see her neck muscles tense involuntarily and her eyelids squeeze shut. Her hands are clenched into fists, but of course she doesn't budge. You don’t have to remind yourself, she isn’t sleeping! You put your hands to her breasts again and this time cup them through the cotton material. Oh … this was wonderful. Your boner threatens to destroy your trousers as you sit on the edge of her bed and begin kneading her gorgeous tits like cookie dough. (Touched a girl’s breasts – another tick off the list!)

Caution thrown to the wind, you reach down to the hem of her nightshirt and haul it upwards, catching on her buttocks but she doesn’t move, and you tug it past them until the whole thing is gathered across the top of her chest and under her armpits. Leaving her in a pair of nice tight white cotton panties. Without a cute slogan this time. You get hold of her tits again and start working that cookie dough once more, this time bending forward to suck her beautiful nipples into your mouth one at a time, heavenly. Almost without realising it, you release one of her tits and get your cock out of your zip and start pulling at it. You’re still on a hairtrigger, so you know its not going to take long. You haven’t wanked all day and you feel full to bursting, so instead of trying to **** yourself briefly inside her, you spurt all over her torso. Leaving puddles of creamy goo on that gorgeous taut stomach and those wonderful breasts.

Awesome.

You check your phone. 7.42. Well, that hadn’t lasted long. Still the best part of two hours before anyone would stir. You decide to look around. There was a little beech desk with a laptop. Beside it sat a picture of a film star. Without spots. I opened the laptop, but knew I would be defeated by the password. Never mind. You get the rulebook out.

“New rule: Each night before Lauren Gartner goes to sleep, she must email all her sexual fantasies to [email protected]. (an email address that’s difficult to trace to yourself). Any questions she gets from this email address must be answered truthfully and completely. Any instructions she receives from this email address must be carried out”.

You look about. There wasn’t much else. A wardrobe, a chest of drawers, a bedside table, a lamp. The wardrobe contained a lot of the clothes you knew her to wear, plus a hot short leather skirt! That was surprise! You open the drawers until you found the one you were looking for. The underwear!!! You rummage around till you find one you liked. White satin with lace trim. A Push up. Excellent. You turn back to the prone girl on the bed, a twinge of excitement in your cock again. Your cum is starting to run down her belly and onto her sheets. Carefully using the interior of her bra cups, you mop up what you can, then press them onto her breasts, feeling the goo slide on her skin. With a bit of effort you manhandle her immobile body and get the rest of her nightshirt off, before rolling her over and fastening the bra behind her.

"New rule: Lauren Gartner should not wash or change her bra unless instructed to do by email from [email protected]".

The idea of your cum smeared on her tits inside her bra was turning you on again. Minutes after having produced it! This time wouldn’t quite be so quick though. You glance at the plain white panties and wonder, should you?