Chapter 4
Luther
Fuck. Fuuuuck. Shannon was…well, not what I’d expected. I’d seen her earlier, all glasses and freckles, sprawled out across the ice, and I’d just assumed that she was some loser, a socially inept tool who hated guys like me, guys who knew how to have fun.
And then there was that stuff with the game. I mean, I didn’t want to say all of that shit; honestly, I prefer people don’t know. Jeremy knows, but that’s about it. Wouldn’t want them thinking they needed to pity me or anything. Every year I made up a new excuse at Christmas: “Couldn’t find a plane ticket,” or “Family is vacationing in the Bahamas.” I don’t think anyone bought it, but I just needed a thin enough lie to veil my shame.
But with her, it was easy to be vulnerable. She’d looked at me with those big eyes, and there was empathy in them. I’d said way, way more than I’d intended to and yeah, a part of me regretted it, but mostly, it was a relief. I hadn’t talked to anybody like that in a long time—too long.
And then there was that dancing. No point pretending like that dance didn’t, er, shift my views on her a little. The way she bounced that ass like it was a basketball...
I reached under the covers, inside the elastic waistband of my boxers, and grabbed my cock. My mind gratifyingly played back images of her writhing on the floor, putting on a show just for me. I grew harder, and the images shuffled. Now I imagined her featuring heavily in a recent sexy librarian fantasy I’d had. She’d be perfect in a tight skirt, a blouse buttoned all the way up to her neck, and those cute glasses.
I was beginning to stroke up and down, slowly running over the length of my dick, and thinking about how good she’d look splayed across a desk, when there was a sound. I turned abruptly, and discovered that my door was wide ajar.
In the frame stood Shannon. Fuck. I wasn’t sure what expression I was making, and I was too deep into playing with my cock to be able to control my facial muscles. Hopefully, I looked calm and cool. That seemed unlikely, though, because she was standing there in an oversized tee that just grazed the tops of her thighs, barely long enough to cover her, her, her…I couldn’t bring myself to think it, or I’d explode while she waited at the door.
“What’s up, Shannon?” I asked, my voice uneven.
“I’m freezing, to be honest. Like I can’t even fall asleep, it’s so cold. So…um…would you mind if we, like, cuddled?” She paused, letting the question linger in the air, then added quickly, “Just for warmth, obviously.”
“For survival,” I replied, trying to keep all the irony out of my voice. Don’t get me wrong, I wanted her in that bed and stat, but I wasn’t sure I could get my boner down in time. That would be an awkward situation, to put it mildly. But she’s just standing there, shivering, adorable, and I’m not that strong.
“Sure, you can come in,” I said. This is totally doable. Totally. I shifted away to hide my erection, and flung open the covers, patting the space next to me. “Hop on in.”
She fluttered over—dancer-like, I think—and hopped into the spot I’ve made all warm. I willed myself to keep it casual; I couldn’t sleep with this girl. Right?
Shannon nestled in next to me, and suddenly, I wasn’t so sure if I’ll be able to take it. My boner had gone done, probably as much from anxiety as anything else, but then she’s rolling onto her side and wiggling her ass around my hips. Was this the greatest trial mankind has ever endured?
Possibly.
I attempted to lower my heart-rate by making conversation. “I’m glad you came here today.”
“So am I. Maybe this snowstorm wasn’t so bad after all.”
I felt her shift back, and while before her hip movements seemed like burrowing into the sheets, her intention was now clear: she wants to feel me. I obliged, and pressed closer against her, almost chanting incantations in my head to keep my dick soft until she gave me a clear sign of excited consent.
“You’re nicer than I thought you’d be,” she said, pressing her ass into me, clearly trying to summon a boner.
“Oh yeah?”
“And hotter, too. Really fucking hot.”
She let her words hang in the air, and that’s all I needed. I grabbed her waist, and pulled her in as close as I can, and finally, thank God finally, allowed my dick to grow hard. We didn’t need any more words. She was gyrating against my dick, and every nerve in my body is on fire, my arms and legs pulsing, as I feel her warmth through the t-shirt. I hiked it up roughly, and press my boxer-clad dick between her ass cheeks. She moaned, and before I knew it, we were forcefully dry humping.
Shannon tilted her head back, finding my eyes in the darkness, and pulled me in for a kiss. It was wildly passionate, full with unspoken longing. I was sucked into the kiss like it was a black hole, consuming me. Everything was happening fast, and I didn’t have time to comprehend what’s was going on when I felt her grab my dick with her small, soft hands. I panted heavily as she stroked me.
I reached around front to finger her clit, hooking a finger and thrumming it back and forth until she groaned. Excited, I rolled her onto her back, shimmied down the length of the bed, and spread her legs into a V. I positioned myself between them, grabbed her thighs, and pulled her to my face. My tongue darted across her, motions too rapid for the naked human eye to see. I was down there for more than two minutes when she cums with a scream.
Breathlessly, hungrily, she sat up, and pressed a hand on my chest, forcing me down onto the pillows. She flung her leg over my waist, grabbed my cock, and guided me inside of her. This girl, who I only met a few hours ago, rode me hard, fingering her pussy the entire time.
With the expert movements of her hips, I was brought close to climax. She could sense this with an almost animalistic intuition, and she flipped over, on hands and knees, presenting her ass to me like a prize. I understood the implication, and clenched her hips, pushing myself deep inside. We were fucking doggy style for about half a minute when I came hard, shooting streaks of white into the depths of her pussy.
We unhitched from one another, and fall back onto the pillows, exhausted. In the throes of this newfound warmth, we fell asleep in moments, her curled up in my arms.