My Place

"How about your place?" He suggested, which made me feel safer. "My place is kind of dumpy and I have roommates. For now." He grinned.

"Mmm," I nodded in reply. "I live alone, actually, so that's perfect." Awkward pause as we stared at each other. "So, uh. Let's get going?"

"You bet. I took the bus here; don't drive. Hope you drove?" He asked expectantly. I replied that I did. "Of course you did, you're the best driver in the state."

For some reason, my eyelids fluttered when he stated that. It was true, I was exceptionally good at driving. It came so naturally to me that I had once briefly considered a career as a stunt driver. No lie.

And so we filed out of the university and into my Mazda. I was sure to lead the way, swinging my hips enticingly. I started the car and he nervously crept his hand onto my right thigh, resting under my skirt. The whole ride, he just caressed my thigh, and it felt amazing. We tried making small talk, but I can't even remember what was said.

Finally we pulled up to my apartment. I lived on the third floor, and he was sure to stick a good distance behind me as we ascended the stairs, enjoying the full moon afforded by what little coverage the lacy g-string gave me as each step wafted my skirt. Long ago I stopped caring about covering myself up, or who was looking at my cleavage from five tables away at a restaurant. Not that I wouldn't give some creep the finger if I had to...

I welcomed him into my apartment. I started to feel very nervous, but I also tried just focusing on how horny I was. I had never lusted for anyone like him in my life! I kept my cool and offered him a drink, which he declined. He looked around my apartment, admiring it. I took the opportunity to admire the bulge in his pants. Seems I'm not the only one who's well-endowed...

"An upside-down cross? That's dedication." He slyly remarked.

"I like to think I'm pretty predictable, based on how I look." I joked. "You like the goth culture?" Conversation eased my nerves.

"Hmm," He pondered. "Maybe, but I think mostly I like the girls." He looked me over. "Predictable based on how you look, you say..." He trailed. "My prediction is that you are very experienced, if you know what I mean."

I immediately frowned, which surprised him. "Hey," I admonished him. "Just because I brought you here doesn't mean I'm easy."

"Doesn't it? Doesn't it, mmm. Hey, one sec." He dropped his bag and grabbed his laptop, which I thought was a totally normal thing to do, and waited patiently for him to finish. It started to rain, which honestly made me even hornier.

"There we go, all better." He punctuated this declaration by pressing the enter button on the keyboard. "So, tell me about your sexual preferences and what I can get away with today." He grinned.

"Oh," I spoke to him very casually and comfortably. "Well I love tit-fucks, as you could imagine." Just saying that got my chest heaving. "I can do anal, I can suck you off, I'm open to everything except vaginal sex."

He nodded like he already knew the answer. "Mhmm, mhmm." Or like a therapist listening to my problems. "Saving yourself?" I told him yes, and ended it there. "Good good, but you are very experienced."

I shrugged. "I guess..." I'm not sure why this was important and I just wanted to start fooling around.

"How many tit-fucks would you say you've given? Be honest."

"Uh..." I thought about it. "Ten? Mostly with random guys, though I've never had an actual boyfriend."

He grinned and suddenly went over to his laptop. I smiled politely and let him finish.

"Sorry, sorry." He apologized. "Where were we? Oh, how many tit-fucks you've given."

"Pfft..." I uttered, attempting to recount. "I guess one-hundred? Haha. They make for good OnlyFans content." I chuckled. "I am pretty easy when it comes to not-actual sex. And my tits are..." I looked down, then mischievously popped my breasts out of my corset. Wow! What a relief. "Usually pretty easy to get out."

He howled in joy. Alright, guy, can we get to it now?