AllFreeNovel
Share Us
The knock was soft, but somehow I still heard it. Dressed in only my boxers and a T-shirt, I got up and walked to the door. Looking through the peephole, I could see Meredith standing there in an oversize Clark Atlanta sweatshirt, her flannel pajama bottoms hanging down over her New Balance running shoes. I opened the door, and my stomach immediately started to churn with butterflies.
“Come in,” I offered. I cleared off a spot on my bed for her to sit down.
It took everything I had in me to suppress my smile. She had actually come to my room! It didn’t matter what for either. She was there, and that was really all that mattered.
“Hey, Marlon, I just wanted to take a look at some of your stories. I don’t think any guy has ever written a story about me before. I just had to see what you had to say.”
“No problem,” I said, pulling out the stack of stories I had printed out during the week. I had arranged them in the sequence in which they were written, so the sex-aholic-meeting one was on the top. I handed them to her before I realized that I should be embarrassed by how blatant my stories were. Meredith had really brought out the freak in me.
As I sat in the chair by my desk, facing my bed, I watched her read the first story. She nodded occasionally, as if to say, “Interesting.” When she finished the first story, she placed it back on the stack resting next to her on the bed.
“So I inspired you to write a story about two sex addicts?”
“Well, sort of. More like motivation.”
“Motivation? Are all of the stories like this?”
Now I was really embarrassed. “More or less.”
She lowered her head for a moment as if to reflect over what she had just read. Lifting her head, she slid out of my bed and stood up in front of me. “I am Meredith Jones, and I”—she sighed, in a voice of mock frustration—“am addicted to sex.”
I looked at her with my eyebrow raised, and just then I saw her smile, that same smile from the first day I had had lunch with her. I stood up from my seat.
“I am Marlon Shepherd, and I, too, am addicted to sex.”
The words were nearly identical to the words in the story, save our names. I could feel my erection starting to push the fabric of my boxers.
“So, Marlon, what do we do now?” she said, looking down at my erection.
Her mouth sealed around mine before I could catch my thoughts, and her tongue danced against mine, causing me to ease my hands slowly down her back, around her waist, and onto her ass. She moaned as we fell back onto the bed.
I lifted her sweatshirt and smiled when I realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I held one of her breasts in my hand and flicked my tongue across her nipple, quickly enveloping it with the warmth of my mouth. My hand eased down into her flannel pajama bottoms, and at that moment I realized that she had only been wearing the sweatshirt, pajama bottoms, and sneakers—nothing beneath!
Slowly I went over the length of her body, massaging her muscles with my fingertips and replacing the sensation with my mouth. I made a soft, wet trail from her neck, down below her navel, and as my lips reached the inner part of her hip, I lifted her legs to drape over my shoulders. She eased toward me, allowing her clit to rub against the tip of my nose before sliding down onto my tongue. She rocked into me as I licked and sucked, her hands holding my head as she moved her body back and forth. I cupped my hands beneath her ass, lifting her into me, and her legs shot out, erect, as she screamed out in ecstasy, shivering.
I stood back from the bed, admiring her sexy body reclined in the light of the room, her wetness dripping down onto my sheets. She slowly sat up on the edge of my bed and slid one hand up my T-shirt onto my chest, as she pulled my throbbing erection from my boxers with her other hand and ran her tongue along the entire length of my shaft. I moved my hips forward involuntarily as she took the head into her mouth. As she worked me back and forth with her hands, I did everything I could to keep from cumming. I wanted to feel her sliding up and down me before I came.
Wetting up my shaft with her saliva, she guided me between her legs and eased me into her hot wetness. The warmth worked its way down my shaft as I wrapped myself completely around her. Her hands rubbed my back, and I stroked her as if it were the last thing I would ever do in life. Lifting her legs into a V formation, I eased myself into her until she gasped. As I rotated my hips, I looked down at her beautiful, sexy chocolate complexion; her full, firm breasts; and her athletic body. I massaged her calves with my fingertips as I held her legs spread.
“Ooh, I like it!” she cooed. “It feels so good!”
I smiled, but I couldn’t respond because she felt so incredible that I could cum if she so much as wiggled a toe. I wanted to hold off and enjoy her all night. I didn’t want her to get on that plane the next morning and leave without knowing that she was all that.
We rolled over, and she climbed on top of me, sliding her hips into mine. I could feel her wetness dripping down my balls as she pushed into me and wiggled her body. And when she was ready, she did a Kegel pull that made me scream out.
“Oh, shit! I’m gonna cum!”
She pulled me into her as I felt myself exploding in what felt like a psychedelic Technicolor orgasm, my erection throbbing in repetition as her walls tightened around me. We held on to each other for what seemed like one interminable moment before realizing how late it was.
As she dressed, I watched her cover up her perfection with each piece of clothing I had taken off earlier.
“I want a copy of the stories,” she said.
“Take them. I have the files on my laptop.”
I walked her to the door and kissed her. “Sleep well,” she whispered, caressing my face.
I offered to walk her back to her room, but she refused, saying that she was fine. She only asked me to do one thing for her just before she left: she asked me to write this story.
