Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Secret Sexscapade

She's a dork. And f*ck, why does that turn me on even more? Get it together, Chris. Shutting her door, I try to push all thoughts of Megan out of my head. Off limits. I tell myself again. When I get back to the deck, I look around for Croy, and my jaw tightens when I spot him. Megan has her back pushed to the wall of the house, and I see Croy leaning into her, his hand resting beside her head. She's smiling at whatever he is saying.

I have the sudden urge to punch him right in the face, which is contrary to what I've been doing all summer: making sure his ass doesn't get hurt so our season doesn't go to shit. Wouldn't look too good if the coach punched the starting quarterback right in his pretty-boy face.

"Anderson!" I snap his last name like we're at practice, and it achieves the effect I want. He snaps to attention, looking like a deer in headlights. "Here's your book. Now get your ass home and get some rest. We had a long day today." "Sure thing, Coach," he says, but not before he turns and tugs a strand of Megan's long hair. "See you Monday."

My grip tightens on the playbook, but he releases her hair and makes his way over to me before I can snap at him again. Handing it over, I resist the urge to tell him to stay away from Megan, who's just staring over at us. I wish I knew if it was me or Anderson she had that dreamy look in her eyes for.

Croy makes his departure, and Megan continues to stare at me. F*ck, I can't do this. I break eye contact and walk back over to where I was sitting. I go through the motions for the rest of the night-staying long enough to eat and sing happy birthday so I don't seem like a d**k for bouncing out too soon.

bed. I debate masturbating; my thin is still hard from watching Megan bounce around the backyard all night. She would sometimes huff out a laugh that would turn into a snort, making her blush with embarrassment, and f**k me, if that didn't get me hard too. I decide against rubbing one out. I know I'd think about her while I did it, and that wouldn't help the urge I was struggling to keep away. I'll just go without as a little self-punishment. Stripping out of my clothes, I climb into bed, letting images of a curvy blonde play through my mind as I

click, and my eyes pop open, unsure of what the noise was. I wait a second, and when I don't hear anything else, I start to drift back

blanket shift, and my eyes fly open. I see Megan standing beside the bed, her

me. A gasp escapes her lips, and she's probably shocked by my fast movement. My heart starts racing, but I want to be quiet so

doing?" I whisper, looking over to the door. I see that it's locked. Megan must have flipped the lock when she snuck in. Her parents are just down the hall, and they could hear us if we're too loud.

down my stomach. It's then I realize where her hand is headed, and I'm not wearing any underwear. I like to sleep

and see she's wearing an oversized t-shirt with the neck cut out, so it hangs off one shoulder, exposing her collarbone to me.

and I feel her fingertips touch my d**k. Cum starts to seep out of

stop. Instead, she leans closer to me, putting her neck against my mouth and grabbing my c**k under the covers. I moan at the sensation, but lean back to try to break free. As I do, she puts a knee on the bed, making her t-shirt rise, and opens herself to me. I can smell her p**sy, and my mouth starts to water. Her juices must be coating her legs, and I