Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

One Little Moan: 5

It was impossible to forget that night, even a week later, but Taylor tried. Kevin's cocky smile haunted her though. Awake or asleep, it would come back to her at random times. It made her uncomfortably wet in class, and kept her horny pretty much all the time now. She tried to imagine other men when she masturbated to relieve the pressure. That was something she'd barely done since school had started, but it didn't help. No matter who's face she put on the man in her fantasies, that damn smile always came back, and with it, those words "Your cherry is mine, and no one else is going to fuck you and until I've stretched you out properly." Nothing made her cum like that threat, and it lingered long after the words he'd written on her had faded.

It wasn't just the mental reminders of that morning she had to avoid though. Even though she'd hoped that Sara would lose interest in him pretty quick, she kept bringing him back to their room, or coming home from his apartment looking freshly fucked and reeking of sex. After a week of listening to the couple, Taylor's jealousy that she was having to settle for her fingers while her roommate was getting fucked into oblivion by his dick was only rivaled by the fear that one day that might actually be the girl pinned beneath Kevin's strong young body. She did everything she could to avoid him of course. She made sure she was never home during the day unless her roommate was, but with the way she caught him looking at her when she saw him on campus sometimes Taylor knew it wasn't going to be enough.

She'd never felt so conflicted about something in her whole life. On the one hand she wasn't trying to save herself for a future husband or something - she just hadn't found the right guy. On the other hand, she knew for certain that Kevin was not the right guy. The right man for her would never treat her roommate the way he did. That much was obvious. Knowing that didn't stop her from melting a little bit every time she fantasized about him having sex with her though. It was an uneasy balance that worked well enough that Sara didn't seem to notice her acting any weirder than usual thankfully. Everything was normal enough in their room aside from the quiet bouts of late night sex that neither of them ever mentioned, at least until the night Kevin brought Sara home from a date so drunk he had to almost carry her through the door. Taylor had been up late studying for midterms, when suddenly she felt their door slam open. She turned from the book covered desk in time to see the pair stumble through together, and took off her headphones to hear what it was they were laughing about.

"Hey Tay," Sara slurred, sounding less than happy to see her. "Why are you still up?"

"Sara, are you..." Taylor trailed off, not quite sure what to say. Asking her if she was okay would just seem patronizing, but what else could she say. Sara was a mess.

clever and subtle while she hinted at how much she wanted to get laid, but wasted as she was,

her bunk. "I don't think you're in any

practically begging. "I know it would feel so good like this..." She'd obviously

you," Taylor interjected, as he placed a trash can next to

he answered, obviously mocking

she said, opening the door and stepping out. Kevin's only answer was that smug grin as he

enough to drink," Taylor chastised him as soon as she closed the door behind them. She spoke as quietly as she could, and the hall was empty, but she was still worried someone might overhear them. "Relax mom," he answered sarcastically. "She's fine. All's well

you think," he said, cutting her off. As he leaned forward and spoke those words she could smell how much he'd had to drink too. He was probably almost as drunk as Sara, she thought with a shiver. He was just better at holding it because he did this all the time. "But you should know that everyone is old enough with a good fake

door to see what was going on. "More than a little, but less than a lot. She'll be fine." "Can you keep it down?" Taylor protested, "The last thing I want is to be associated with a guy like--" Kevin leaned forward and kissed her then. Pinning her to the door with his mouth. She struggled against him, beating her fists impotently against his chest, but after a few seconds of his tongue dancing in her mouth she began to melt into him. The last thing she wanted was to be kissed somewhere where someone could see. That he was doing this publicly was almost as bad as the taste. Kevin's mouth was a deeply unsexy mixture of cigarettes and beer, but even with those details, the experience still swept away her resistance. When he finally broke the kiss seconds later, Taylor was left gasping and aching for more. "We shouldn't," Taylor gasped as Kevin looked down at her smiling. "Not out here,