F4M You'd never cheat on your girlfriend, and that only makes me want you more.

Messy Chucks, tight jeans, black-red flannel, black-rim glasses. I'm standing at your door, smiling as you tell me your plans for the weekend. I'm not your girlfriend. Gosh, I wish I was. She's lucky she has you, such a man; so cool, so clever, so faithful, so nice.

If only you could hear my thoughts. I'm screaming them, telepathically. And I'm sorry, I'm such a bitch, I'm not even listening to your story. I'm just nodding and biting my lip while I strip those clothes off you in my mind. Your story doesn't beat my imagination, not when I envisage your hands running through my hair as my lips wrap around the top of you cock.

She hates me; your girlfriend. Girls like us, we know. We know when we find a guy like you, you have to play by different rules. She knows, she sees me, laughing at your jokes, always brimming and smiling, never down, never sad, putting every iota of my being into seeming like a fun, sexy, friend. But it is hard for me, you know. I don't like sluts, it's obvious, you don't like idiots either, so I have to play it smart. And that's hard, because you make me want to be yours so badly, and I do mean y o u r s. It's hard not to stare at you while you stand in the kitchen, picturing myself being fucked over the counter. It's hard not to sit next to you on the couch and not just b e g you to put your dick in my mouth. It really is hard.

Your girlfriend wanted you all to herself. But god no, you, you could have me and more. You could have me and her, and my friend too, I don't care; all I need is your satisfaction.

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I'm standing at you door. Now you've stopped talking.

"Amy?"

"Huh?"

"Daydreaming?"

"Sorry, I was, um, yeah, just thinking about something."

"So, what are you going to this weekend then?"

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I take a step forward. Fuck it. Fuck that. Fuck all of my rules. Fuck all the things I know. I want you.

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"Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

I hold my hands together like and awkward school girl, toying with my fingers as I take another step closer.

"When I see you my panties get wet. When we hug, I masturbate afterwards."

I grab the top of my jeans, and undo the front.

You gulp.

"Do you know how much you make me cum, Jack?"

I close my eyes, and then I pull down my jeans, just a bit, just down to my thighs. I take your hand, and I move it to your leg, and then I turn around and sit on your palm.

You feel the warm wet cotton as I press my ass against you, leaning my back towards your chest until my head rests on your shoulder.

"Jackkk," I moan.

I begin to grind against you.

"I want you to cum in my body."

I twitch, and I rub, and I grind even more.

"I want- I want- Please, please put your penis in me."

I flex, my body raw, my stomach taught and trim as my mouth opens. I lean forward, still sitting on your hand atop your thigh, humping myself into it as I hold onto your knee.

I turn my head to the side, but my eyes are closed, and you watch me twitch as I orgasm, a long, solemn line of saliva, rolling down off my lip, then my chin, hanging down before it finally hits your other leg....