Bad Neighbors, Good Fuckers

Chapter 1 by buckingboy buckingboy

Maybe it was a freak flare of testosterone in my system or maybe the fact that I haven’t had any action since I had broke up with that bitch Brenda almost two months ago, but when I woke up that morning, I knew that I just had to get laid that day. Between work and a shitload of papers that were almost suddenly due, I’ve neglected my needs. And the morning woody that refused to recede even now, halfway through my calculus class was a constant reminder of the fact. In my head images of sex floats freely as I zone out. Not any articulate fantasies, just clips of sex, flesh and moans and smells. A cycle: I think about sex because I’m horny, I’m horny because I think about sex.

Then I realize that the space I was staring at is occupied by hot piece by the name of Debbie. She had a body worthy of a Jay-Z video, muscled with seemingly generous curves. I take her dimensions and in my head place them to angles, putting definition to my errant fragmented fantasies. In my head I see her firm breasts quiver in motion and her face contorted in ecstasy, while my daydream-self is fucking her from behind; now I have her on her back, and see her profile, the steep rise of her breasts, topped by a hard nub, that she pinches, the slight rise her soft flesh of belly and then her hips, generous but hard and all smooth, now I have her by her ass and pounding her standing up.

Somewhere between imagining what her pussy was like and whether she was moaner or a screamer, I realize she was staring at my crotch and its obvious distention. I haven’t the regard to look away as she raises her head and instead I meet her face with a smile and then proceed look her over again before nodding my appreciation. Dear Reader, I would make excuses to you, how I’m not usually like this and what gentleman I am, but then after class I ended up in her room and in no time we were fucking.

Fucking like animals.

We don’t even wait for her dorm room door to open before my hands are around her waist and opening up her pants, stroking her through the cloth of her panties and then stealing inside and feeling the curls of her pubes around my fingers like soft Velcro.

Her gasped breath that punctuated her hurried heavy breathing as she struggled to open the door was an erotic kick.

What do I do?

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