Grace

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I splash water on my face and stare at myself in the bathroom mirror. This is where it all began. This is where I met Tommy Mason. It’s weird to think it hasn’t even been a week since we met and he’s already one of the most significant…events in my life.

No matter what happens between us, and it looks like that’s going to be nothing, I know I’ll never forget him. I am worried about how class is going to go with him being my research partner. Maybe I’ll just do the whole project on my own and tell him not to bother. Lots of work is nothing new to me, and how much of a help is he really going to be anyway? He doesn’t even go to class!

I shouldn’t have hit him. I should have said something. Basically, I screwed up. Is it too late to fix things? If he was here right now I’d apologize. At least, I’d try. Obviously I’m not good at these things. Maybe if I had to write him a two-page paper on what I was thinking and where I went wrong then he would understand, but when I try to say things…they just end up coming out wrong, if they come out at all.

Still, I can’t help wishing things had gone differently. But what was I supposed to say? “Hey, Shannon. Yeah, could you just give us the room for a few minutes?”

But why do I care what Shannon thinks about my love life – or whatever it is? Don’t I have the right to like who I want and do what I want? This is college after all! I’m supposed to be my own independent woman and all that jazz, and I think seeing the guy you want to see is a big part of that.

I get that she’s just looking out for me, but at the same time it seems like she’s being overly cautious. I mean, that story about Tommy and the girl who supposedly dropped out of school because of him? That seems…fishy. Any girl who could get herself that worked up over a guy, so much so that she dropped out of school – I don’t know, it just seems…overboard. I may be wrong, but I feel like there has to be more to that story.

I need to apologize, I realize as I dry my face. Even if things don’t go anywhere between us, it’s the right thing to do. Tommy’s a big boy, and I can’t imagine he’s that upset, but I feel bad.

I step out of the bathroom into the hall and turn right toward his room. I hope he’s there. My steps seem to slow down on their own as I grow closer to his door, and I can feel my heart rate start to rise. But I press on and will myself forward. I reach his door…and knock.

No answer.

For a second, I feel like I’ve been let off the hook and contemplate just turning around and going back to my room – back to safety. But I’m not going to let my fear get the best of me. I stand my ground, raise my hand and knock again. This time, I hear the sound of someone inside. Actually, the sound of two somebodies. One of them shushes the other and a male voice responds.

“Who is it!?”

Unbelievable! He’s got a girl in there!

I whirl on my heels and stride away back toward my room. But when I’m halfway down the hall, I stop dead in my tracks. How is this possible? How could Tommy come to my room, kiss me, then leave and have another girl over just like that? I guess he has a million bitches on speed dial like some sort of rapper or something.

The thought makes my blood boil, and without thinking, I turn around and race back to his door. I pound my fist against the wood and shout.

“Get out here, Tommy! Now!”

More muffled whispers from inside and I hear a girl’s voice.

“Who the fuck is it!?” She sounds really pissed off. Oh, well. I don’t care right now. I hear some scrambling around from inside and then footsteps approaching. The door opens.

And I find myself staring now at Tommy, but at Tommy’s roommate.

“What!?” He just about shouts at me, a loose pair of gym shorts the only thing covering his body, and judging from the bulge in his pants, I’m pretty sure I can guess what they were just doing inside.

“Oh—” I stammer, suddenly feeling like I’ve just been caught in the middle of committing a crime. “You’re not Tommy.”

“Yeah, no shit,” he replies angrily. “Now if you don’t mind?”

He moves to close the door, but I stop it with my foot.

“What, girl!?”

“I need to reach him,” I tell him. “Do you have his number?”

“Aren’t you like – his partner for history or something?” He asks.

“Sociology,” I reply, my voice dripping with sass. “But close.”

Joey looks at me like he can’t believe what’s happening and is contemplating hurling me out the third floor window. But I manage to pull off my best sad puppy dog face and he gives in.

“Let me get my phone,” he says with a sigh. He shuts the door behind him and I hear him arguing with the girl he’s got in there. After a moment the door opens and he holds his phone up for me to see. “Here. That’s his number.”

Quickly, I pull out my phone and enter it in. “Great! Thank you!”

“My pleasure,” he says sarcastically, slamming the door behind him.

I smile to myself as I walk back to my room. I knew Joey wasn’t that much of an asshole. As I step back into my room I type him a text:

I’m sorry. Can we talk?

Shannon looks up as I come in. Her eyes move to my phone, and I must be the most easily readable person in the world, because she instantly understands what I’m up to.

“No…” she says with dismay.

“I just want to apologize!” I protest.

“Apologize!? Are you kidding me, Grace?”

“Why do you hate him so much, Shannon?” I ask her. I probably shouldn’t have said that, but I’m feeling pretty conflicted right now.

“Hate him!? I don’t hate him, Grace. I’m trying to look out for you.”

“I get that,” I tell her. “And I appreciate it. But…I just feel like I should apologize to him. Is it really that bad?”

Shannon lets out a deep sigh, again like a frustrated mother, and switches off her desk light. She climbs up the ladder to the top bunk and slips under the covers.

“Grace,” she says, sounding like she’s given up – at least for the night. “Do whatever you like. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Fine, I think. And I won’t thank you when Tommy and I get married!

I’m feeling exceptionally childish right now. It must be all the back and forth and confusion that’s been going on since I got here. It’s hard enough being away from my mom and my hometown, but to throw this on top of it? Someone should be giving me a prize for all I’ve gone through.

I check my phone as I sit down, but Tommy hasn’t replied. Biting my lip, I start to think. Should I send another? Should I wait? What should I do?

I give in and type another text:

I’m sorry. Can you call me please?

I sit there another five minutes before I start to get really worried. Is he ignoring me? Does he have his phone? He must have his phone. Everybody has their phone on them these days. So then why wouldn’t he answer? Maybe he’s with a girl…

All the anxiety I felt before knocking on his door when Joey answered comes flooding back to me and I feel myself going through the exact same feelings. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing, trying to calm myself down. Then, my phone vibrates. I check it instantly. It’s from Tommy:

Who is this?

I have to laugh to myself. Of course he didn’t answer sooner! He has no idea who I am. I never gave him my number and he doesn’t know that I have his. I type my response quickly:

Sorry! It’s Grace! :)

I smile, expecting an immediate reply. But it doesn’t come. My phone locks itself and I hold it in my hand, staring at the blank screen. The room smells slightly of apple from Shannon’s candle, and for some reason it starts to annoy me. I feel myself getting flushed as I wait for my phone to vibrate again. My anxiety grows in me and I feel like shouting, “Text me back, you jerk!”

Five minutes go by…then ten…fifteen, and still no response.

So…he writes me back when he doesn’t know who it is, but then when he finds out it’s me, he ignores me? That’s one way to send a message.

He’s over it – he’s over me. I screwed up. I blew it. That slap is what did it. What a terrible idea. I don’t know what I was thinking. Why do I care what Shannon thinks? So if I make a mistake with Tommy, then that’s my problem. I’m big enough to handle that.

Which I guess is what I should start doing. It’s been twenty minutes now and he hasn’t written back – which means he’s not going to. I may be naïve, but I can take a hint.

All my energy drains out of my body and I slump even further into my chair. It wasn’t long ago that Tommy’s lips were on mine, and he was kissing me, pressing his tongue into my mouth and I was begging for more. And now he won’t even respond to my texts.

Time to move on.

I set my phone aside and stand up. Maybe I’ll take a nice hot shower and then go to bed. That would be a good way to calm down. I’d rather be at home in my bathtub, but for now a shower will have to do.

I grab my towel from my closet and head for the door. But just before I grab the handle, I hear a soft knock. I freeze.

It can’t be…

My heartbeat jumps through the roof. I look at my phone. Still nothing from Tommy. Could it be him? Why wouldn’t he text me back if he was going to come by? It can’t be him – but who else would it be? I don’t know anyone else at this school and Shannon hasn’t mentioned anyone coming by. And she’s asleep in her bed…

It has to be him…

I know if I stand here too long and think about it, I’ll just end up doing something dumb again. So I just go for it. I grab the handle and open the door and find myself staring into Tommy’s eyes.

All of the walls I’ve had around myself come crashing down at the sight of him and I feel naked in front of him. All of my hesitation and defense seem so silly at this point and I look up at him like he’s the only man in the world. Unable to speak, I keep my eyes fixed on him…waiting…

Finally, he speaks.

“Hey, Grace,” he says, his voice almost a whisper.

“Hi,” I whisper back.

“Can I come in?” He asks, as though he already knows the answer. I respond with a tiny smile and step back into the room as he enters. His scent overwhelms me and my entire body reacts as his arm brushes against mine. Never in my life have I felt such a buildup to anything, and now that Tommy is here, I almost don’t know what to do. I’m entirely in his hands.

Tommy looks across the dimly lit room. His eyes fall on Shannon asleep on the top bunk. He turns to me and his lips turn into a mischievous grin. Before I can react, he reaches out and takes my hand in his.

The feeling of his strong callused hands kicks my body into overdrive. My hormones are racing and the fact that Shannon is sleeping right nearby is turning me on – almost like my parents are home and I’ve snuck a boy over. Something I never did.

I let Tommy take control of me. He pulls me close to him and wraps his arms around me, and before I know it, he’s leaning down to kiss me. My mouth opens and accepts his lips and he eagerly pushes his tongue into my mouth. I press mine back against his, sucking gently.

My body is on fire for him. It’s like I’ve been waiting my entire life for this, even though it’s only been a few days since we met. His body is warm and I feel his heartbeat, strong against my breasts, and his hand as it caresses my lower back, holding me close to him.

And then I feel it.

My mind instantly is taken back to the shower, the first time we met, as he stood there in front of me, bare and confident, letting me know he wanted me. I was afraid then, but not anymore. My fear and nervousness are battling it out inside me and I’m completely helpless.

Tommy’s bulge presses against my hips. He shifts and it finds a home between my legs. My body reacts, and I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been. I feel myself getting wet and my body is on fire for him.

He wants me…and I want him.

I have no idea what to do, but Tommy does. Without the slightest hesitation, he lifts me into his arms like I weigh nothing. His taut muscles caress my back as he places me gently on my back onto my bed. And then he’s on top of me.

We’re moving slowly, barely making a sound. Shannon’s asleep above us, and I know I shouldn’t be doing this – and somehow that makes things even hotter. Is this really how Tommy and I are going to hook up for the first time?

With a single movement, Tommy has my shirt up over my head. I raise my arms and watch as he tosses it aside. Light from the candle flickers and dances across Tommy’s gorgeous face and as he looks down on me, I realize just how much I want him to see me.

I want to show him my body and see his reaction. I’ve never felt like that before. Being comfortable in my own skin has always been a challenge for me, at least as far as how I look. I was never the “hot girl,” nor do I ever feel like I will be. But I see the desire in Tommy’s eyes, and that’s enough.

Tommy leans down and kisses my neck and the sensation is overwhelming. My entire body jerks like I’ve been given an electric shock. The bed shakes, and Tommy pulls back and looks at me with surprise.

“Sorry!” I whisper, trying not to laugh. But Tommy loves it. He smiles back and leans back down, kissing my jaw, my neck and down to my chest. With one hand, he undoes my bra and pulls it away, exposing my breasts to him. He pulls back and looks at them, and I feel my anxiety rear its ugly head again. But when I see his reaction – it’s just bliss.

“Shit,” he says, almost to himself as he takes in my body. “You’ve got amazing tits.”

I swell inside with pride as he reaches out with both hands and squeezes my breasts. My body arches back off the bed and I inhale sharply as his thumb and index finger close around my nipples. They’re so sensitive, and he must know, because he pinches them just hard enough to hurt.

I want to squeal, but cover my mouth with my hand. We cannot wake Shannon. For a second, I almost feel bad, but there’s no way I’m stopping this. It’s Tommy, it’s naughty, it’s something I want and it is going to happen.

I’m just recovering from Tommy’s hands on me when he leans down and takes the nipple of my left breast into his mouth.

“Oh, God!” I shout in a whisper. My hand finds Tommy’s shoulder, and I grab him hard. His muscles are hard, taut, conditioned, and I feel so small beneath him. He’s gorgeous. He knows what he’s doing, and he’s going to show me. It’s exactly what I’ve been wanting and I realize that now.

Tommy leans down and puts his body on mine. His chest and abs are rock hard and as he pushes his tongue back into my mouth I start to feel myself being lost more and more in his presence and power. He’s overwhelming, like a drug, and I can’t think about anything other than him.

His bulge is bigger and he’s pressed it right between my legs, teasing me, giving me an idea of what it must be like to have him inside me. He grinds against me. A wave of pleasure emanates out from my clit like a hot warm wave spreading in all directions. I feel myself breaking out in goosebumps and it feels as though my whole body is floating, lighter than air. And as Tommy reaches down with his hand, I feel my arms start to tingle.

He cups my ass hard like I’m a piece of meat he’s been longing to taste. It turns me on just how primal it is. He’s been so gentle until now, and it’s like he just can’t control himself.

“I knew it,” he whispers in my ear.

“Knew what?”

“I knew you had a great ass,” he replies, closing his lips around my earlobe. His warm breath in my ear is like a full body tickle and I press back against him, grinding my hips back against his cock, hidden in his pants but begging to get out. I’m overwhelmed. I want to see it. I want to feel it. I need it.

Tommy is in full control. Everything inside of me wants to move – do something to show him I want him, but it’s like I’m frozen in the moment, overtaken by the fact that this is actually happening right now. And after all that’s gone on, it almost doesn’t feel real. Tommy apparently can read minds though, and takes my hand and moves it to his crotch.

My fingers attempt to close around his bulge, but he’s just too big. I really have no idea what I’m doing and just squeeze, probably too hard, but Tommy pushes back against me. He likes it. Shifting slightly, he uses one hand to slip his pants down and I feel the soft skin of his lower stomach against my hand. My mouth waters as I realize just how close I am. This time, I make the move, and slip my hand down his briefs.

The feeling of his thick cock against my fingertips gives me butterflies. They spread from my stomach across my entire body. My limbs tingle with anticipation as the full reality of what’s happening hits me.

I have my hand on Tommy Mason’s cock!

I remember how it looked when he stepped out of the shower, but having my hand against it now just reinforces to me how enormous he is. To be honest, I’m actually scared as I try to close my hand around his shaft. My thumb and forefinger barely meet and he’s not fully hard yet.

“Stroke it,” he whispers in my ear, thrusting his hips forward slightly against me.

His words inflame me and I start to jerk him off. I have no idea what I’m doing and feel myself tense up. Tommy notices obviously and places his hand on mine, guiding me.

“Like this,” he tells me.

Fuck, that’s hot!

Tommy is teaching me, showing me how he likes it. Up and down. The head of his cock is swollen and even thicker, and I feel his cock grow in my hand. He pulls his briefs down the rest of the way and his cock is free. Fully hard, it aims right at me as though it only has one place to go now.

My heart is racing. I feel so inexperienced and awkward, but my body is yearning for him and there’s no going back now – even if I wanted to.

Tommy slides his body off me so he’s laying by my side. With one hand he pulls my head toward his and kisses me, and with the other, he grabs my breast. He squeezes, but lets go and slides his hand down my stomach. I know where he’s headed, and I can barely stand it. I feel my body tense up. I can’t even jerk his cock now. The anticipation is overwhelming. I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a cliff on a hot summer day, and I’m going to jump – I know I am – but I’m right at that point where I haven’t accepted it yet. But unlike standing on a cliff, where I make the decisions, Tommy is in control. And he’s not stopping.

His hand slides over my pants and down between my legs. As his fingers find my spot, my entire body reacts. My hand tightens around his cock, and a shot of concern flashes through my mind, but there’s nothing I can do right now. My body arches up off the bed and I gasp, trying my best not to wake Shannon.

With two fingers, Tommy puts pressure on my clit through the thin fabric of my pants and starts doing circles that send my head spinning. My body snaps back down onto the bed and my head lolls to the side, but Tommy presses his tongue into my mouth as he continues. I can feel how wet I am and Tommy must too, because I feel his lips smile against mine.

He opens his mouth as if to speak, but doesn’t. Instead, he hooks his thumb around the hem of my pants, then slides his hand inside.

Two fingers slip inside me and I bury my face in his neck and try not to scream. Touching Tommy’s cock was one first, and this is another. I feel a shiver course through me and I start quickly jerking his cock as he starts to finger me.

It hurts, but only a little. The pleasure far outweighs the pain. But if that’s how this feels, with only two of his fingers, how am I going to take his entire cock? I feel a wetness against my hand and look down to see a slick stream of precum dripping from the tip of his dick. It coats my palm and my hand slides more easily over his shaft, and Tommy must like it, because he growls in my ear.

“Fuck, yeah,” he says. I’m beyond turned one. I’m on fire. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and as naïve as it sounds, I really understand why people make such a big deal about this.

Tommy slides his fingers out of me and I feel how wet I am as he presses his fingertips against my clit. My hips snap back out of reflex as the pleasure hits me like a lightning bolt to the crotch. But Tommy holds firm and flicks his fingers back and forth. All control is lost. My body shivers ands squirms on its own as Tommy’s experienced fingers do their job on me.

“You like that?” He asks me.

Is that a rhetorical question? That’s what I want to say, but I can’t speak. My mouth is hanging open, my eyes are snapped shut and my breath is caught in my chest. I feel an orgasm approaching.

Already?

Tommy must be able to sense it, as he picks up the pace, pressing harder – not too hard, but just enough to inflame me even more. This is no ordinary orgasm that I can feel swelling inside me. The sensation is radiating out across my entire body, through my legs and my arms. My hands are tingling and my toes feel warm. I can feel his cock, hard in my hand, but all I can do is hold on – hold on while Tommy shows me how this is done.

When my orgasm comes, it’s like being hit by a truck. My head snaps back and I’m seeing stars behind my eyelids. I gasp, too loud, but Tommy slaps a palm across my mouth, silencing me. That just turns me on more, amplifying my pleasure.

Waves of pleasure spill over me, swarming out from Tommy’s fingers to cascade across me, leveling me as I submit to him. My moans spill out against his palm and are silenced as my entire body cums. My hips buck without control, but Tommy is strong and manages to keep his fingers where they need to be.

As I start to come back down to Earth, Tommy’s fingers slow, perfectly, just at the right time, like he can read my mind. My eyes open and meet his. It’s sublime. It’s unbelievable. His cock is a bar of hard, warm steel in my hand as he gently caresses my clit, making sure to be careful of just how unbelievably sensitive I am right now.

“How was that?” He asks quietly.

“I mean—,” I start to speak, but what is there to say? I brush a sweaty strand of hair from my forehead and just shake my head in amazement. I feel Tommy’s chest expand as he chuckles against me.

“Good,” he says, as though I told him just how I feel. “Now I’m going to show you something else.”

Without waiting, Tommy slides up on the bed beside me. His enormous cock traces a line up my stomach to my breasts, dripping precum over my skin. He inches closer, and when I realize what he’s doing, another shot of anxiety hits me.

He wants me to suck his dick.

He slides an arm around my head and pulls it toward him, at the same time as he pushes his hips forward. His dick is an inch from my lips. I can see every vein, the taut skin and the dark swollen head, the wet precum spilling from the tip. It’s gorgeous, and I want it.

“Open your mouth,” he tells me, and I obey. He pushes forward at the same time as he pulls my head down and slides his cock between my lips. The first thing I notice, beside the fact that he barely fits in my mouth, is the sweet, salty taste of his precum. There’s something so primal about it that my entire body reacts and I feel myself get even more wet, as though that were even possible.

I want to devour him. I want his cock deep down my throat and in every part of me. If this is what his precum tastes like, I want to taste his cum. I want to feel his cock shoot into my mouth and swallow and look up at him as I do it. Suddenly every part of me wants to please him. And why shouldn’t I? He just gave me the most amazing orgasm of my life.

My mouth fills completely as Tommy eagerly presses his cock into my mouth. I run my tongue across it, the best I can, and feel the smooth skin, tracing a vein that runs up his shaft. The head is pressed against the back of my mouth. If he goes any further I’ll gag. I know I will. But I don’t want to. I want to take it all. But that’s going to take some practice.

“Yeah,” Tommy says in a growled whisper. “That’s it, baby. Take it.”

Dirty talk. I’ve only heard things like that in the very few porn scenes I’ve watched in my life. I always thought it was corny, watching some sunburnt stud say cliché things to some bimbo who was overperforming and moaning like she was having an orgasm for twenty minutes. But hearing those words from Tommy’s lips, directed at me, is indescribable.

Tommy begins slowly thrusting and I do my best to take his cock into my mouth without gagging, but I can see I’m barely even getting a third of it in. There’s a long way to go, but I’m up to the challenge. I want it all. Not just because I want to please Tommy, which I really do, but because something inside me is driving me. That primal, animal instinct that we can’t control is telling me to swallow all of Tommy’s cock and be a good little girl for him.

I feel Tommy’s hand against mine, and he places it around the base of his shaft, the part I’m unable to fit in my mouth.

“Jerk it,” he says. “Like you did before.”

I listen and do my best. This time, my fingers won’t close around his cock. He’s just too thick. But I can jerk him as he starts thrusting harder, basically fucking my mouth. He takes my other hand and places it on his balls. I’ve never had my hand here before either, but as Tommy’s head rolls back I can see why boys like it.

Tommy starts pumping his cock faster in and out of my lips. I can smell his masculine musk and taste his precum and feel his cock swell slightly every time he drives it deep into my mouth. It’s overwhelming. His strong hand on my head lets me know I’m not going anywhere – not that I would want to. But he is in control. He’s showing me…teaching me. And I want to learn it all.

I feel Tommy’s cock swell again, somehow getting even larger, and he quickly pulls out of my mouth. My spit and his precum runs down my lips and he looks down at me, his eyes brimming with desire.

“Fuck, you almost made me cum,” he tells me.

I swell with pride. I did that, I think, looking at his cock in front of me, hard and thick like it’s ready to explode. Tommy leans down and kisses me hungrily. Our lips are slick and wet against each other and I feel the sweat against his neck as my hands trace a line down his chest, exploring him, feeling his hard, sculpted physique.

This is a man.

Then Tommy does something that makes my heart almost jump out of my chest.

He slides back down the bed and gets on top of me, both elbows resting on the sides of my head, and I feel his cock slide between my legs.

He wants to fuck me.

The tip of his cock presses against my pussy and he looks down at me with fierce desire. He presses gently, waiting to see how I respond. And that’s when I hear Shannon shift in her bed above us, and the reality of the situation hits me.

“Wait,” I tell him. “Just…just a second.”

I clasp both hands over my eyes and retreat back into my own head.

What am I doing? I think. My roommate is asleep in the bunk above me!

What excited me earlier has me suddenly on edge. This is my first time. What if she hears us? What if she wakes up and gets out of bed and sees us? Interrupts us? Not only would she have a freakout of epic proportions, but is that really how I want my first time to go down?

I move my hands and look up at Tommy. He’s still waiting, but I can see he doesn’t want to. He wants to take me, be inside me, and I want that too. But…I can’t.

“Tommy,” I say softly. “I – I don’t think we should.”

I expect to see disappointment on his face. Or utter annoyance. But instead, he simply smiles, and my heart stops feeling like it’s about to leap from my chest.

“Your roommate?” He asks. Can he read minds?

I nod. Tommy nods back.

“I get it,” he tells me. He leans forward and kisses me. “How about you suck my cock some more?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“And I’ll cum in your mouth,” he tells me. “Ever done that?”

“No,” I admit. I’m not even ashamed. I’m glad. I want Tommy to be my first – my first with everything. He knows what to do, and I want to give it to him. Everything so far has been mindblowing, and the fact that he understands my reluctance turns me on even more.

Maybe there is more to this Tommy Mason guy than meets the eye.

Tommy teases me before moving, pressing the tip of his dick against my clit as he slides back up the bed. My hips jerk and he smiles as he brings my head to his cock again. I open my mouth and accept it, tasting the sweet salty slick precum against my tongue.

I grab his shaft with one hand and his balls with the other like he showed me, and to my surprise, Tommy reaches down and starts to finger me. This time, he curls his fingers up inside me toward my stomach and hits my G-spot. I know what it is – every girl does, but I’ve never felt this before. It’s almost too much and for just a second I have to stop sucking him. I let my mouth hang open but he keeps his cock in my mouth. In fact, he presses it deeper.

It’s almost like we’re having sex, and that’s good, because it’s preparing me for what it will be like when we do. His fingers are magic, titillating me with obvious skill, and his cock is a gorgeous monster between my lips. I don’t know if I’m doing well or not, but Tommy sure is, and I can already feel myself starting to cum.

“We’re going to cum together,” Tommy tells me. I look up at him, his cock still in my mouth, and tell him yes with my eyes. “You tell me when you’re close, okay?”

I do my best to nod, and Tommy keeps fucking my mouth while he fingers me. It’s overwhelming. I can’t imagine my terrible, inexperienced hands are doing much to help out, but I can barely focus right now. Between his dick in my mouth and his fingers in my pussy, there’s just too much happening.

But I feel my orgasm approaching as his fingertips caress that special spot inside me. My eyes move back up to him and he understands.

“Close?” He asks me. I moan yes around his shaft and he changes his strokes to long, slow and deep. Each push has me on the edge of gagging, but as I grow closer to cumming, that reflex seems to fade away, overcome by the pleasure swelling inside me.

“So am I,” he tells me. I’m right there, and I can feel Tommy is too. His cock couldn’t be any bigger, and precum is dripping out onto my tongue, forcing me to swallow quickly. If this is before he cums, I can’t even imagine…

“I’m gonna cum,” he tells me. I try my best to say me too, but with my mouthful of his cock, all that comes out is a mumbled moan. But he gets the picture. His fingers curl up and my body shakes as I cum. It’s an entirely different orgasm, but just as good, and I shake as it takes me.

Tommy groans and thrusts his hips forward, threatening to overwhelm me with his cock. I feel his balls shrink in my hands and his cock flexes and his cum, warm and salty, spurts out of his cock into my mouth.

Fuck!

I swallow eagerly, tasting him, loving every bit of it. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, and I just want more. Apparently that’s no problem for Tommy. He cums and cums and cums, filling my mouth with his seed. I swallow eagerly to keep up, feeling his cock flex with each spurt, tasting him, proof of his lust for me.

We cum together. I’m frozen with pleasure. All I can do is swallow and look up at Tommy, his flawless body flexing in time with his cock, his abs contracting with each shot of his cum into my mouth and throat. I smell him. I taste him. I feel him, and I cum with him.

It’s perfect.