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I'm still ridingthe high from practice, but now I'm nervous as hell, too. I take a shower, washing everything twice. If Tera's coming to my room tonight, I'm going to be ready.
Just thinking about it gets me hard. It's probably a good thing. If I rub one out now, then I won't have to worry about coming before she does.
I squirt some body wash in my hand and lather up my cock. My forehead and left arm resting against the tiled shower wall while my right hand wraps around my dick. I start stroking slowly, thinking about Tera, imagining it's her hand and that gets me even harder. She excites me like nothing I've ever experienced.
Thinking about touching her breasts, I start to jack myself off faster. Closing my eyes I imagine touching her pussy. She'd be wet. I know she would be. She gets just as hot as I do. I can see it. She's gonna be tight as fuck. I know it. She and Carter weren't hot and heavy like we are. I want to rip her clothes off every time she's within reaching distance.
Slipping inside her is going to be hot. I start pumping into my tight fist fast, imagining it's Tera. I'd take her slow, then as she gets into it, I'd go faster and harder, paying attention to what makes her feel good. She's going to come tonight. I won't stop until she does.
When she does, she'll arch her back, her throat exposed to me. I'll kiss, lick, and bite it; reach up and play with her nipples, and she'll clench around me. I'll feel her get super wet and hot as she comes, and then I'll fuck hard into her a couple more thrusts and come. Like now, it's going to be hard and long. I groan as my cum coats the shower wall.
Fuck. If it's this good just thinking about her, the real thing might damn well kill me.
I catch my breath and rinse my cum down the drain. I'm still sporting a semi.
"Stop thinking about her," I tell myself. "Think of something disgusting."Like what?
I think back to when I came home earlier, Mr. Martinez doing some shit in the flowers, his ass crack hanging out. Fucking nasty. Within seconds, I'm soft.
I dry off and put on my boxer briefs then a pair of Nike shorts. I'm about to grab a tank top when I hear the lock on my door softly click closed.
I rub the white towel over my still-wet hair and see Tera standing there, her bottom lip between her teeth, a naughty gleam in her eyes.
Hell yeah. She's ready.
"Hey," she says, sounding a little shy.
"Hey," I say back, smirking at her. She blushes a bit and looks down. I chuckle, then toss my towel to the floor. I'll pick it up later.
I walk toward her. "Look at me."
She does slowly, shyly.
"You don't have to be shy, T. Not with me. Never with me," I reassure her.
She nods. "I know. I'm a little nervous."
"I am too," I admit.
Her eyes widen. She didn't expect me to be that honest? Right now there should be nothingbuthonesty.
"Xan, there's something you should know," she begins.
"Okay. Tell me," I encourage.
"Even though I did… even though I had sex, it wasn't very much," she confesses.
Shea was right. "Like how much not very much?"
She snickers. "Like, less than twenty times."
My brow furrows. "Wait. What? You had a weekend with him and then the rest of the time…"
She looks down, then right back up and meets my gaze. Taking a deep breath she stands up straight, walking closer and sitting on the bed.
"We only did it twice that weekend. The first night we fell asleep. That Saturday is when we did it and you know it's not that great for girls the first time. It hurts a bit no matter how slow you go."
