Slamming against the wall, it hit me, no pun intended, that I wanted this as much as she had lead me to believe. She smiled when she began to lift my shirt over my head, and saw I showed no signs of stopping her. Wisping it to the side, her mouth met my neck as her fingers met my bra. I associated my shaky hands with her hair, and it was silky and fine, as usual.

My concious kicked in as I felt my button undo.I looked down, knowing what I’d find, and also knowing I wouldn’t like it as the image of my girlfriend flashed before me. "I-uh" I stuttered courtesy of my hesitation. She let out an aggravated sigh, knowing this was going to happen. She looked at me, first annoyed, but softened, when she saw that I was undergoing obvious consideration. She snaked her hands around my waist, removing them from my danger zone. She buried her head in the crook of my neck as I stood there with my hands on her back.

She sighed, this time into me, the air on my neck caused my hairs to stand. "Why do you waist our time stopping me?" she kissed me neck sweetly, as if the comment had been something loving like ‘You look beautiful’ or ‘How was your day?’ But I didn’t have to look at her to know, this comment was all but sweet, it was said with confidence, no, arrogance. Still, she had this way about her, the confidence was eraned, and the arrogance was with reason, and so, I learned to get over it. I’d been pondering this, when I felt my earlobe being bitten. I growled, and she took this as my way of letting her know, my girlfriend, was no longer an obstacle.

She whispered it close to me ear, but I heard her loud and clear. "It’s only cheating if you come" she licked the shell of my ear, and I instantly sturated any dry areas of my once clean panties.

Pre-occuping herself with my jeans again, she decided not to even pull them down, but to slip her slender fingers straight in, through my panties. I let my head fall back against the dorm room wall. "Why do you do this to me?" I ask her feeling weak and pathetic, but with excitment, for no one could ever pleasure me like her. For someone who could hold their compuser no matter what, seeing that this question had taken her back, was not difficult. "Let’s get one thing straight, you do this to yourself Spencer…"