Emily
“Why don’t we take a break, Emily?”
I glanced over at my boyfriend Brandon. He
was in bed, lying on his side facing me. “A break for what?”
“We’ve been working so hard on the project.
Let’s relax for a bit. Please?”
It was hard to keep from rolling my eyes.
Sure, I had been working hard on our project for civics
class. But Brandon had mostly been goofing off and trying to get me
into bed with him. “No. I want to get this done. We’re close to
finishing. Then we can play.”
I turned back to the computer and started
searching for pictures to illustrate our slideshow on political
propaganda. But as soon as I typed the letters “po” into the search
bar, a list of dirty suggestions popped up from Brandon’s internet
history. They were all from the same porn site.
Reluctant Brunette Is Ridden Bareback and
Creampied
Barely Legal Slut Gets Risky Creampie
Sexy Virgin Gets Her First Creampie
The list went on and on. Each item had one
thing in common. “Brandon?”
“Yeah?”
“What the hell is a creampie?”
“Oh fuck,” he said sheepishly. “You found my
porn.”
“Well, it just kinda popped up.” I swiveled
the desk chair to face him. “But you didn’t answer my question.
What’s a creampie?”
He sat up on the bed. I was surprised to see
his cheeks were turning red. He was blushing. “It’s when a guy
comes inside a girl and you watch it spill out.”
“Oh, okay,” I said nonchalantly, turning back
to the computer to get back to work on the project.
“You’re not mad, are you?” Brandon asked.
“No,” I answered truthfully. “Pretty much
every guy looks at porn, right? You’re just a normal eighteen year
old.”
“You’re not always around,” he explained,
obviously still worried that I was upset. “If I had porn of you,
that’s all I’d watch.”
I laughed, looking back over at him. “You
would want to watch me getting fucked by another guy?”
“No, never! I would only want to see videos
of you getting fucked by me. Your body is for my eyes only.” He
patted the space beside him in bed. “Come over here, Emily. Just
for a few minutes. Please ?”
Finishing the project on my own later was
probably the best choice. All my slacker boyfriend had done was
distract me any time we tried to work on it together. Besides, we
didn’t get a lot of alone time together, and that afternoon, we had
Brandon’s house all to ourselves.
Grinning, I got up from the desk and walked
over to his bed. Instead of sitting beside him, I climbed on top,
straddling his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck. “Okay, we
can take a little break from the project.”
“You make me so hard, Emily,” Brandon said,
pulling me closer against him so I could feel his erection press
against me through our clothing.
“Is that so?” I teased, surprised he was hard
so quickly. “What do you think I should do about it?”
“You know exactly what I want you to do about
it.” He kissed me, his tongue slipping into my mouth as his hands
slipped under my dress.
I lifted up, dropping my hand between our
bodies and cupping his crotch through his jeans. “I think we have
too many clothes on.”
Brandon groaned as I squeezed him. “I think
you’re right.”
Grabbing the hem of my dress, I lifted it,
pulling it over my head and dropping it off the bed to the floor.
As Brandon watched, entranced, I reached back and unhooked my bra,
slowly pulling it off to reveal my bare breasts.
“God, Emily, I want you so fucking bad right
now.”
“You’re always so horny, Brandon,” I said
playfully, getting off the bed to stand and pull my panties down.
Stepping out of the lacy pink panties, I flung them to the side and
crawled back in bed.
“That’s not my fault,” he shot back. “Maybe
if we actually had sex, I could get some relief.”
I sighed. He’d tried to say it in a joking
manner, but there was no mistaking the whiny note to his voice. It
wasn’t like I