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“No, I don’t think we should. Just forget that it happened,” I reply quickly, my mask of logic and detachment slipping away.
She doesn’t reply, and I’m positive that she was expecting to talk me into kissing her again. Kissing her in her father’s housewhile he’s herewould be a death sentence. Hell, I’d be lucky for him to kill me after what he would do to me if he found out. Absolutely not.
I try to look at the space above her head, forcing my mind to cycle through the minutiae of my daily life as my cock throbs with my pulse.
After I’m more than certain that she’s actually sleeping, I get up out of the chair and stand up as I begin to leave. Leaving her like this is harder than I expected it to be, and I feel a sickness growing in my stomach at the thought that this might become an all-encompassing obsession.
I stand in place for a moment, taking in my last glimpse of her before I leave the room. I’m careful not to wake her, as it would be far too difficult to explain myself.
The door closes silently with relative ease, and I slip out into the hallway to meet with Remi downstairs.
My heart is in my throat as I begin my descent. When I realize that my cock is still rock hard, I’m concerned that Remi will see it and assume the worst. I’m bigger than average, and not by a small amount. Any arousal more than a brief, passing interest is extremely obvious.
My mind’s eye is so preoccupied with the mental image of Mika’s pussy that I’m unable to control my erection. The rush of dopamine from the wrongness of it all makes it all the more tempting to maintain. I haven’t been this horny in forever, and I forgot how good it can feel to be totally infatuated with someone.
But why did it have to be Mika?
After trying unsuccessfully to calm myself, I decide that the only way to eliminate this problem is to masturbate.
I’ve never masturbated anywhere that wasn’t my own home, and the thought of it sickens me at first. Mika called me a pervert, and I was willing to accept her perception of me in that way because I thought I knew myself better. Now, I’m reconsidering whether I know myself at all.
There’s a bathroom upstairs at the very end of the hallway, so I sneak back up the few stairs as quietly as I can. Remi’s expecting me at an undetermined time, but he is expecting me, regardless. I need to make this quick, but something tells me that it won’t take long.
When I enter the bathroom, I check the lock at least three times before I begin to undo my belt. It’s not like I’d expect anyone to come in while the door is closed, but I can’t risk even a miniscule chance of getting caught.
My cock is still pulsing impatiently as I remove it from the leg of my pants. I’ve been so hard for so long that there’s precum staining the inside of my boxers, and it’s showing no sign of stopping.
When I begin to stroke my cock, I can already feel the same electricity that I experienced when I kissed Mika. It took so little contact to reignite that all-encompassing burn, and at this point I know I’m in more trouble than I could have imagined.
What would I do if she came on to me?
Would I be able to resist her?
I think about the events of the day, from the first time I noticed her perky nipples in her sweater to the moment I tore my eyes from her perfect body as she slept. The relentless teasing, her outfit, her big eyes filled with conflict and desire after I kissed her – all of these things begin to cycle through my mind as I continue stroking myself.
The image that sticks the most is the memory of her pussy showing through her underwear. If I were to guess, I’d say she probably planned every outfit she chose in order to entice me all the way down to her panties. She’s smart that way, and if this was her goal, she’s succeeded admirably.
I couldn’t see much in the dark, but what I could make out was the outline of her vulva peeking out of her underwear slightly. I would give anything for another look in the light, and I’m certain that she’ll orchestrate such a situation in the near future.
I imagine how different things would be if she had walked toward me in nothing but her sleep shirt and thin panties. She would immediately notice the bulge in my pants, and I’m certain that she would get more satisfaction out of that alone than I will from jerking off.
In my mind, she’s lifting her shirt enough to show me everything, batting her eyes at me. She slips her fingers into the waistband of her underwear, sliding them down slowly enough for me to beg her for more. She lowers them enough for me to see the top of her slit, and she approaches me with an expression of longing.
She lowers her panties even more as she steps up to me, her pussy nearly at eye-level. She doesn’t even need to say a word. I’d do anything she wanted me to do to her.
I take her by the hips, pulling her just a bit closer to my face as I ask myself for the last time if I’m really going to do this. The conflict in my chest wages war on the blind lust coursing through my veins, and inevitably, the lust wins.
She stands on her toes a bit, spreading her legs as I press my lips against her sweet, needy pussy. The second I slip my tongue between her lips, she gasps as she holds back a desperate whimper.
She wouldn’t want Remi to hear her, after all.
I lick and kiss her softly, sliding my tongue over every peak and valley between her legs. I focus the most on her clit, lightly kissing and sucking it as she begins to lose control of herself. Her moans grow louder, and I’m certain that Remi would hear her clearly if he were to walk past.
I can hear her breathy little whispers, calling out my name and begging me for more. As her orgasm climbs closer to the surface, the pitch of her voice heightens until she’s practically whining for me to fuck her.
Precum is running down my cock now, and I know that I need to finish soon before Remi comes looking for me.
As I imagine how soft her pussy would feel against my mouth as I lick her, I can feel my own orgasm approaching rapidly at a pace that I hadn’t anticipated. Even as horny as I am, I have far more self-control than this on a day-to-day basis. But this time, I’m struggling.
