Her Room, Specifically Her Bed

I followed her, backpack over shoulder like a lovesick puppy. No ordinary girl would just grab my crotch and lead me down to her apartment with clean intentions. Now that she mentioned the oddities, I couldn't help but notice things like the stairwell guard rails shaped like long tongues, licking the phallic posts at the end-caps. The wallpaper down our hallway did look oddly like a repeating splayed vagina. The knocker on her door looked like... knockers. Now I couldn't un-see all the subtly sexual design perks of the building.

Her apartment was pretty much exactly like ours, except a bit cleaner and with some odd paintings on the wall and some religious looking symbols with a similar style as what spiraled on her breasts. I thought the architecture was odd, but as I paused to glance at some of her paintings I found myself even more perplexed. Weird. They pictured what looked like a bunch of busty saints and well-endowed priests. Their dress certainly had the frills of religious attire, but their uniforms also seemed tinged with sensuality. I stopped at one more photo in an unimportant frame, a rather revealing family photo. It looked to be Shai's extended family of twenty or so, from the youngest kids to her eldest relations and they were all in the nude. What struck me, besides the nudity, was just how well-endowed and fit everyone was. The men were hung like fucking horses and even her grandmothers were tight and curvy in all the right ways. They also all had tribal tattoos like Shai. "Were you in a nudist colony or something?" I ask as I point at the picture.

She dismissed the question and waved me into her room, "It's a tradition thing. My family is weird. Come check this out."

"Sure," I say, taking one more glance at Shai's fully nude body in the picture to add to my catalogue for later. This girl was going to invade my wet dreams for months to come I'm sure.

Unlike the rest of the house, her room was devoid of odd imagery. Instead it looked like any other twenty-something's room except a singular wall covered with nature pictures and a desk with piles of more photos and a Canon DSLR camera. "Wow!" I say, in amazement as I'm drawn to the mesmerizing composition of her photos, "You're a photographer... and a good one."

"Thanks! I know." She smirked and patted the bed sheets next where she sat, "...but you didn't come to check those out."

"Oh, weren't you going to show me the voices?" I ask. "They are on your bed?"

She widened her eyes in that way where you are emphasizing something that seemed patently obvious. "Yeah, come here." Is this happening? Is she beckoning me into her bed. I walk calmly over to her bed and sit down next to her. "Now, lay back." We both lay down, side by side in her bed. I can smell the the sweet, floral scent of her shampoo that has permeated her soft pillows as I lay my head down. "Now close your eyes and listen."

I do as she says. At first, all I can notice is my arm brushing her as we lay in bed, but then all I can hear are the words, almost chanting. Fuck my tight pussy. Stick your hard rod in me. Fuck me until I scream. I'm so wet for you. I jolt upright, "Holy fuck!?"

"Right!?" she asks, "Isn't it crazy?" She grabs my arm and stares up at me with a smirk in her eyes.

"Wait! So you fall asleep listening to this stuff?"

"Yeah," she shrugs, "I've kind of gotten used to it. It makes for some crazy dreams."

"You mean horny dreams," I joke.

"Yes that," she chuckles.

"Most people would say that listening to smut every night before sleep is rather thirsty behavior."

"Well, eff most people. They didn't have my upbringing." She slumps back in her bed.

"You're fiery. I like it." I slump back next to her. "...and thirsty is not bad."

"Thanks, I know." She closes her eyes again and so do I.

"What do you think caused..." She cuts me off with a finger on my mouth.

"Shh! Just listen for a sec."

The voices return; again quiet, but all encompassing when you are just listening. Fuck that shit. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I'm cumming. Eat my dripping wet pussy. Let me get a taste of your fat cock. I want you to blow your load all over my tits. Why don't you stick it in my gaping ass you stud? I want you to cream my tight pussy. You're a fucking sex monster. Where did you hide that thick meat stick? Why don't you hide it in my snatch? Make me your bitch. Please, baby make me cum again. I just want to taste your thick load. It's almost too much dirty talk to maintain my demeanor. Just like before, I can't avoid the feeling of warmth in my crotch as my pants start to tent.

"Does is make you feel the way I feel?" She snakes her hand down to my crotch to feel my stiffening crotch. I freeze in place and she continues to massage my shaft through my shorts as she turns her head towards mine, eyes closed and lips open. I turn towards her and our lips meet. We swap spit as the dirty talk reverberates in our minds. Her lips taste like sugar and her tongue moves against mine like it is starved for touch. I reach my hand down under to her bikini and feel her soaked pussy through the small piece fabric covering her crotch. She places a hand on my chest and whispers steamy breathless words in my ear, "Do you know what I want you to do?"