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Lace is sexy but sometimes it scratches.
She does what I say quickly and I remove my pants and boxer briefs.
Lenny climbs back on me and I instruct her to just glide over me after promising I’m clean. As an athlete, we have to get regular physicals including STD testing. Mine was just a few days ago.
She’s hesitant at first, but then her needs overcome her thoughts.
She slides her slit right along my shaft and I guide her hips, letting her do most of the work. Her folds clench around me as she rocks back and forth. Nothing between us. Bare skin on bare skin.
The pressure is building and I feel her tense, getting closer as her cries become louder and heavier.
“Oh god, Nick!” She cries out, losing momentum.
That’s when I flip her onto her back.
Lowering down on her, I press my tongue onto her clit. Sucking up and taking what’s mine. I pump out my own orgasm as I watch her lose all control. She screams something out in Spanish or at least it sounded Spanish. I don’t even know what she said.
Her head tilts back and her back arches before she collapses back onto the bed.
A few seconds after her euphoric scream someone pounds on the floor above us.
“I guess you were a little too loud, huh?” I give her a knowing smirk, and she slaps me playfully across my chest.
“Fuck, that was good.” She finally says after several minutes pass of her staring at the ceiling and me staring at her chest heaving up and down as she tries to catch her breath.
“Yeah, so fucking good.” I agree, my eyes are still in awe of how beautiful she looks.
Lenny has this post-sex glow I’ve never seen before. Her cheeks are pink and her eyes are sparkling.
“What?” She asks, looking at me.
I’ve been caught staring.
“Nothing.” I pull on my boxer briefs. “I should go. I have practice in the morning and need some sleep.”
“Oh yeah. Sure.” She gets up searching for something.
I pull on my jeans and thermal, leaving my tee shirt behind. It’s one of my many jersey shirts with my name and number on the back.
I owe her one.
Lenny groans, mumbling to herself until there’s a knock at the door.
“Hold on.” She pulls my tee shirt over her head and quickly answers the door.
“Oh, thank god.” She takes her phone from the outstretched hand I see from the hall.
I stand behind the door not able to see whom the hand belongs to.
Her room is small and there’s not really anywhere else to stand.
“Wait, was that Nick Miller in there with you? Or are you just masturbating to him?” The girl asks and that’s when I peek around the door.
Lenny’s face goes bright red as she glares at this girl. She’s more angry than embarrassed.
“Hi,” I say letting the girl know it is me and not some figment of Lenny’s imagination.
“Oh, hi.” She gets flustered.
