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.

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

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

open. I

probably shocked by my fast movement. My heart starts racing, but I want to be

are you 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

I'm not wearing any underwear. I like to sleep naked in the summer, and I'm thinking that wasn't the best decision with her in the house, but my c**k has been hard all night, pressed against my clothes, and I'd wanted

go back to your room," I say through gritted teeth, but I don't let go of her wrist or push her away. I look down 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. I'm so f**king h*rd at being this close to her, seeing her skin, and

Cum starts to seep out of the tip at this slight touch, and I have to hold it back to keep from

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