“Be serious,” his lips were down. I arranged my face to match his. He continued, “They initiated a freshman guy into the stage crew by sending him out for a stage screw. When the girl delivered it, she practically attacked him. Fucked him there right on Juliet’s bed.”
“Has he filed suit in superior court?”
Harry’s eyebrows went together. I kissed the tip of his nose as he bent over me. “Not that I know of. Have any of those theatre guys made a pass at you? “I haven’t joined the stage crew. Besides, I’m not a freshman.”
“You’re never serious.” He sounded disgusted. I kissed his nose again. This time didn’t back away. A different kind of idea came into his eyes.
I said, “I’m serious about two things… and only two things.”
“Oh?”
“Keeping the books straight and having mad, passionate sex with you as soon as close this file.”
He grinned.
I “escaped” my Dac-Easy accounting software and watched the screen go blank. I tipped my head up. Harry’s eyes were blank.
Since I spend so much time at my computer, I had one of those chairs you kneel on instead of a chair. It’s on wheels, so I rotated on the tile floor until I was facing my boyfriend. Facing his crotch to be exact.
He wasn’t dressed like a lawyer at the moment… campus uniform. And his jeans needed to be washed, but I was afraid that one more washing and they would fall apart. Then the whole campus could see what made me wild about Harry. I leaned forward and pecked at his crotch.
He crossed his legs, “Is that all you ever think about.”
“That and bookkeeping.”
He looked disgusted until I found the bulge of his cockhead and began to lick that. It wasn’t exactly resignation that came into his eyes because corners of his mouth came up and he smiled. He looked like a loveable squirrel at the moment. I put a hand under his balls and began to massage them. I could smell his dick through the cloth. It made my mouth water and my pussy tingle.
When he spoke his voice was husky, so I knew I’d gotten to him. “Let’s take a little break.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
“Uhhh.”
Harry always got tongue tied when sex was in the air. My fingers found the bottom of his nuts which I cinched just a little. The sac shrank and his dick crawled down his shorts. I wondered what color they were this time. Underneath the lawyer’s exterior lurked a drama major trying to get out. I got it out instead.
When he’s hard, Harry has a bright ring of pink skin around his dick with a cockhead that practically flashes neon red at you. I couldn’t see it, because Harry was wearing red and green paisley print shorts. I almost giggled, but my boy doesn’t appreciate that when he’s being sexy.
I pushed up his shirt to get the full effect of his pelt. My god, there’s a thick tree trunk of hair growing up from his navel to his neck, with spines along the edges like cactus. I kissed his belly. It bounced in appreciation.
Then a pulled those ridiculous shorts down. There was nothing ridiculous about his prick, though. It was flashing at me from a thick bed of hair. I kissed down to the tip and took it in my mouth. The ring of skin around the crown squirmed as I pressed on it.
“Don’t suck me off, I want to fuck.” Another country heard from.
“Sure, sweets. Let’s do it.”
I stood up and we went through our slow strip like we usually did. His middle half was already bare, so I let him take off my green and red sweater. We were color coordinated. The triangles and squares knitted into the sweater went over my head. I couldn’t see then. Harry took advantage of my temporary blindness to lift my tits up in the bra while he found the catch. Ah, glorious freedom. He kissed my nipples. I could smell his randy cock and bet it was bobbing between his legs… just dripping stuff.
I caught my breath as he did my nipples.
Then I could see him again. He had the devilish grin he has when he’s thinking up something novel to do.
“Open your fly and stick my dick in against your panties.”
Oh, one of the clothing fetishes again. Still it sounded sexy, so I did it. My underwear was going to be smeared. We’d have to have a clothes washing date down in the basement of the dorm.
I grabbed his rod and pulled it toward me. Naturally enough, Harry came with it, his famous hair pressing against my body and sending tingles all up and down it.
His meat fit into the opening of my panties and pressed against the wet spot I’d managed to work up in my crotch.
“Ohh, your wet.”
“And so are you lover.” I kissed that cute little nose again. Then I wasn’t playing any more as I bit his lips. His tongue came into me and we dueled. My L A. Lawyer’s hands were stroking my bare back.
Mine undid my black pants and pushed them down. Then he found my panties and did his part. That lovely cock pressed between my cunt lips as we ground together like the two parts of a peppermill. That was hot.
He pulled his meat down just a little and allowed it to poke into the top of my slot. I was all gooey around my cut. Harry added his goo to mine. The soft part of his dick raked down my cut, which popped up. He did that again and again.
Harry knew how steamy that got me. We were still kissing. I did his shoulders.
Somehow we were naked. You know how that goes. I was kicking my stuff off and so did he.
My legs went around the back of his as I pressed his dick against my stomach.
My lover boy moaned and allowed his hands to trail fire down my back where he kneaded my buns.
We were jiggling together, turning from one side to the other in a passionate dance. I changed the pace from a waltz to a tango as I bent him over…
Harry’s cock raked up my belly, while his fur sanded my body until I was shaking.
“Let’s fuck.”
I agreed. We somehow managed to keep close while we legged over to my bed.
“Top or bottom?”
Harry. wants to know those kinds of thing. “I’ll be top gun this time.”
“As long as you get my gun, I’m willing.”
I watched as he took off his British Knights. He had nice feet too with kind of stubby toes. He lay on the bed and pushed his foot up. I knew what to do: I grabbed his ankle and held his foot against my bush. The bottom of Harry’s foot must have been the most sensitive part of him. He rubbed my puss with it. I know I must have left a wet spot there.
Then he let me kiss his toes. One by one his little piggies went to market.
Finally, minor foot fetish satisfied, he lay back on the bed, grabbed his cock and said, “Sit on it.”
Well, I wanted to fresh taste before I sat on it, so I straddled his legs and gave him a little head, watching his eyes. If, they went too glassy I stopped.
I don’t mind swallowing a guy’s stuff, but I liked it pumping into my box better. Fortunately, I’d remembered to put in my diaphragm and coat it. My curly haired lawyer lover would have never thought of a condom until I sued him.
Once I had him pretty wet, I changed position. As I started to do that, Harry began to fondle my tits. I stopped moving to enjoy his fingers as they traced my curves and flicked my nipple.
Then I was all business, leaning forward to kiss him on the lips as he guided his sticky wick down my belly and to my snatch.
We knew each other well enough by that time that Harry found the hole almost instantly. I adjusted a bit as the flare poked between my cunt lips and then slipped up into me. I could feel the skin of his cockhead as it passed. His crown poked and slithered and finally we were face to face and cock to cunt.
I kissed his lips, nibbling them just slightly. Harry hips raised up and looked really was interested now. I went into the pushup position over his body and gave him a few. My whole chest ignited as the soft fur on his body touched my skin. I began to sing our song, “I’m just wild about Harry.”
This girl only knows the chorus or whatever it is and I’d gone through it about ten times, raising and lowering
