Topsy Turvy Kinda Love
and lust over your hot as hell roomie.I haven’t realized I brought the pen to my lips as I sit and daydream yet again. When I look over at Brooks his gaze is heated, watching the pen as it traces along the bottom of my lips. I nibble on the tip nervously, thinking about how to approach the topic that I have zero other excuses to escape.
I watch Brooks’ mouth move slowly as he goes to speak. “So…how does one make a sex bucket list.”
“How about I start us out with some easy stuff, and then we go from there?”
“Sounds good to me.”
“So, we’ve already established that you’re terrible at sexting, so we’ll work on that. How about next we start out with light touching and foreplay? Maybe try phone sex? Oral sex—me blowing you, you eating me out… High sex… that would be fun.”
A blush creeps across his face, and he almost looks ashamed talking about it, but a part of him seems very interested in where this is going. I wonder if I should feel bad tarnishing his virgin self, but I quickly shake the thought away.
I can picture everything. Him running those big, calloused hands over my soft skin. Running fingers down my body—over my collarbones, breasts, ribs, and lower to where I really want him to go. I squirm in my seat, barely holding back a moan as I picture what could come of our agreement.
“Yes… all of that.”
“Then I’m thinking we actually have sex. So you can feel what it’s like, then we can go from there. There so many things we can do and experiment with… sex in the shower, masturbating in front of each other, using sex toys, public sex, anal sex, sixty-nine…”
“What is sixty-nine exactly?”
“It’s when a guy goes down on a girl while she’s blowing him.”
“Oh, yeah. Definitely want to try that.” His hand adjusts the front of his pants, and I know thinking about all this stuff is getting him horny. I’m having the same problem, but then again, I’m always turned on in his presence these days. Just the sight of all those muscles confined and bunched under a black tee shirt.
I wink. “I’m sure you do. Stay here, I’ll be right back.”
I get up, feeling his eyes on me as I walk to my bedroom and close the door. The only way to stop thinking too much into this is to just go ahead and do it. I’ve slept with plenty of guys. Brooks is just another guy. A little voice inside laughs at me.
I pull a black lace negligee from my drawer. Why not add in a naughty teacher outfit while I’m at it? Quickly stripping, I pull on the lace, put my hair into a messy bun, and add some glasses. One quick look in the mirror, and I head back to the living room.
My hand clasps the handle of my door as I take a big breath. Here goes nothing.
I creep down the hall quietly and watch Brooks lift the glass to his lips and swallow. His Adam’s apple bobs up and down to get the liquid down.
Clearing my throat, he looks over and chokes. His eyes trail from my black polished toes, up my legs, over the curves of my hips, past my breasts, and then those dark chocolate eyes are on mine. He audibly swallows, and I can’t help the elation that floods me over Brooks’ explicit approval of my body.
“W-what are you doing?”
“You want to learn sex or not?”
“Yeah… but…”
“Take it or leave it.” He stands as fast as his legs will let him and almost falls at the temptation to be near me.
“I’m in.”
“Okay, good. Two rules: no kissing, and we’re using your bed.”
“Okay…”
I turn to walk toward his bedroom, but not before I look back over my shoulder at him still standing there. “You coming?” I run my finger down the wall as I walk, trying to be as seductive as possible and I can’t help but feel like I’m about to defile the boy next door. Sex will change things between us. I know my feelings won’t be involved, but I worry about him. I walk into his room and turn. “One more thing.”
He gulps, eyes trailing my risqué outfit again. “Anything.”
“Don’t fall in love with me, Brooks.”
“Okay.”
“Good. Lesson one: Strip.”
“Strip.” It’s the only thing she says to me as I follow her into my room. My angelic rainbow-haired dream girl has turned into a naughty teacher in less than five minutes. Her hair is pulled up into an unkempt knot on her head. She’s wearing glasses like a school teacher, and the sexy underclothes she has on make my dick jump for joy at what’s hidden beneath them.
It’s see-through, so I have a little idea, but I can’t get ahead of myself, or everything’s going to be over too quickly. I strip my clothes, shuffling out of my sweatpants and boxers, pulling the shirt over my head and I stand there bare assed, my length already thick between my thighs, waiting for her next instruction.
She tsks me, and I’m sure my face is laden with confusion. Hadn’t she asked me to strip? I’d done so and quickly. “Put your clothes back on, Brooks.”
“But you told me to take them off?”
“I said strip, not at the speed of light itself.”
“But…”
“Give the ladies something to enjoy while you strip, Brooks. You see, stripping is like foreplay, and it shows how the sex will go. If you strip too fast, she’s going to assume that you’re just a pump and dump who’s going to fuck her. If you strip slow, you’re enticing her. You’re showing her the dance. It should be appealing, erotic. Telling her exactly how you plan to ravish her, making love to her body over and over again.”
I pick up my scattered clothing from the floor and start getting dressed again. Once dressed, I wait for instruction. “Okay, so start with your shirt.”