escapade in the gym, and I hadn’t been inclined to do anything on my own.
Eric entered the interstate, and my hand drift southward. The edge of my wrist touched a solid mass in his pants.
“Yes, you have me stiff as a board,” he said, breaking the silence—no radio.
I chuckled, and he took my hand and nestled it into his crotch. I gripped his denim-clad shaft, and he moaned.
For a mile or two, I slowly caressed the erection in his pants. He started to sweat and cracked open the window. His nipples poked against the long-sleeve T-shirt he wore—one from last year’s NCWA conference.
“Are you trying to get me off in my pants?” he asked.
I stopped. “I don’t mean to tease. I’m just having a hard time keeping my hands off you.” I rubbed his knee—something a little less sexual.
“You don’t have to stop on my account.”
“We’re going to get all worked up, and quite honestly I’d rather not...do it in the gym when we get back.” While I wanted to be with him, the Ragans’ fitness room wasn’t very intimate.
Eric rolled the window back up. “I want to be in a bed with you.”
“That’d be nice.” While fucking on a weight bench had its hot factor, it smacked of cheap. “Dylan and Margie are on a date. Maybe we could—”
“No, not your place.”
It occurred to me I hadn’t been in his room. “Is your roommate around?”
“Yes, but that’s not what I had in mind.” He dragged his eyes my way, grinned, and took a turn onto a road we hadn’t been on before.
I raised an eyebrow, and he shot me his pearly whites.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
Five minutes later, we pulled into the Mel-O-Dee of Love Motor Lodge, which had a reputation on campus for being a place to take a date in a pinch.
“It’s a couple steps above Ragans Hall’s gym,” he said.
“I’ve never been here.”
“Me either, but I have to be with you.” A few spots away from the main entrance, Eric put the car in park. “I’ll be right back.”
With him inside, I watched the sign’s neon light flicker—the Mel in the name flashed erratically and emitted a static buzz. I couldn’t believe we were doing this. I reached in my pocket, took out a pack of breath mints, and popped one in my mouth.
After a short time, he came back, holding a dark green plastic key tag.
“God, he’s hot,” I said to myself, watching him shove the key in his pocket.
When we drove the short distance across the lot to room 21, on the far end by the pool, it started to rain.
“I hope you don’t think this is too cheap,” Eric said. “I just need you.”
“No, of course not.” I gave his inner thigh a tug and happened on a large lump along his pant leg. “Holy shit. Someone’s horny.” In no time, I, too, hardened.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.”
The rain beat on the roof.
“All right,” he said, “you ready? Let’s make a run for it.”
We opened the doors at the same time and dashed to the room. I got there first.
“Beat you.” I pressed up against the door, keeping under a small overhang.
Eric hit a button of his key chain—the car beeped and flashed its lights. He fumbled for the key in his jeans and his erection jutted the front of his pants. “I thought we gave up competing.” He took the key out, jostled it in the lock, and we fell inside. He shut the door.
I pushed him against it, and kissed him hard on the lips, neck, ear, lips again, chin, and all the way down to his chest. I yanked his T-shirt up, and sucked on his nipple. He grabbed my hair, pushing me down to his crotch. I rubbed my face along his denim.
He gyrated against my mouth. The cloth dampened.
Swiftly, he pulled me up by my hair, sneered in a sexy, forceful way and said, “You almost made me come in my fucking jeans.”
Next, it was my turn to be pinned against the wall. His mouth hovered over mine. I smelled cinnamon. When he checked us in, he must’ve had a mint too. “I fucking want you in
Eric entered the interstate, and my hand drift southward. The edge of my wrist touched a solid mass in his pants.
“Yes, you have me stiff as a board,” he said, breaking the silence—no radio.
I chuckled, and he took my hand and nestled it into his crotch. I gripped his denim-clad shaft, and he moaned.
For a mile or two, I slowly caressed the erection in his pants. He started to sweat and cracked open the window. His nipples poked against the long-sleeve T-shirt he wore—one from last year’s NCWA conference.
“Are you trying to get me off in my pants?” he asked.
I stopped. “I don’t mean to tease. I’m just having a hard time keeping my hands off you.” I rubbed his knee—something a little less sexual.
“You don’t have to stop on my account.”
“We’re going to get all worked up, and quite honestly I’d rather not...do it in the gym when we get back.” While I wanted to be with him, the Ragans’ fitness room wasn’t very intimate.
Eric rolled the window back up. “I want to be in a bed with you.”
“That’d be nice.” While fucking on a weight bench had its hot factor, it smacked of cheap. “Dylan and Margie are on a date. Maybe we could—”
“No, not your place.”
It occurred to me I hadn’t been in his room. “Is your roommate around?”
“Yes, but that’s not what I had in mind.” He dragged his eyes my way, grinned, and took a turn onto a road we hadn’t been on before.
I raised an eyebrow, and he shot me his pearly whites.
“Where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
Five minutes later, we pulled into the Mel-O-Dee of Love Motor Lodge, which had a reputation on campus for being a place to take a date in a pinch.
“It’s a couple steps above Ragans Hall’s gym,” he said.
“I’ve never been here.”
“Me either, but I have to be with you.” A few spots away from the main entrance, Eric put the car in park. “I’ll be right back.”
With him inside, I watched the sign’s neon light flicker—the Mel in the name flashed erratically and emitted a static buzz. I couldn’t believe we were doing this. I reached in my pocket, took out a pack of breath mints, and popped one in my mouth.
After a short time, he came back, holding a dark green plastic key tag.
“God, he’s hot,” I said to myself, watching him shove the key in his pocket.
When we drove the short distance across the lot to room 21, on the far end by the pool, it started to rain.
“I hope you don’t think this is too cheap,” Eric said. “I just need you.”
“No, of course not.” I gave his inner thigh a tug and happened on a large lump along his pant leg. “Holy shit. Someone’s horny.” In no time, I, too, hardened.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize.”
The rain beat on the roof.
“All right,” he said, “you ready? Let’s make a run for it.”
We opened the doors at the same time and dashed to the room. I got there first.
“Beat you.” I pressed up against the door, keeping under a small overhang.
Eric hit a button of his key chain—the car beeped and flashed its lights. He fumbled for the key in his jeans and his erection jutted the front of his pants. “I thought we gave up competing.” He took the key out, jostled it in the lock, and we fell inside. He shut the door.
I pushed him against it, and kissed him hard on the lips, neck, ear, lips again, chin, and all the way down to his chest. I yanked his T-shirt up, and sucked on his nipple. He grabbed my hair, pushing me down to his crotch. I rubbed my face along his denim.
He gyrated against my mouth. The cloth dampened.
Swiftly, he pulled me up by my hair, sneered in a sexy, forceful way and said, “You almost made me come in my fucking jeans.”
Next, it was my turn to be pinned against the wall. His mouth hovered over mine. I smelled cinnamon. When he checked us in, he must’ve had a mint too. “I fucking want you in
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