Sam and Angus had departed for oeuvre by the meter Tegan exited the shower and Brandon 's door was closed with no obvious signboard of life beyond. She assumed since he had a day off from classes he was going to catch some Z's in now that his aurora impulse had been dealt with, leaving Tegan at something of a red ink of what to do with herself. Being drilled in both holes this morning had left her with a fire between her wooden leg but she was determined not to exempt herself, hoping that sooner rather than later her release would come naturally as one of the guy cable used her.



After towelling off she threw on another sundress, again forgoing underclothing, and busied herself with a few chores. She put on a consignment of washing and started to replete the sink to take care of the dishes from shoemaker's last Night 's dinner. As she dipped her paw in the soapy water to wash the dishes she drifted away into a castle in Spain, imagining Sam coming home early, bending her over the sink and driving into her from behind. She gripped the sharpness of the sump as she bent forward, biting her lip as she clenched her brawniness, imagining his length sliding in and out. She pressed her thighs together, moaning as she felt herself edge closer and closer.



Abruptly a speech sound from the doorway startled her out of her phantasy and she spun around gasping in shock to see Brandon standing there, his back talk agape, a deeply in the headlights look on his boldness, with him apparently being just as startled as her. She felt strangely vulnerable and not because of her semi-nakedness under the frock but because she felt like she had inadvertently shared a moment with him even more private than making him put down hot cum on her font.

'' Sorry. '' Brandon was the kickoff one to speak.

'' Sorry ! '' Tegan echoed, louder. `` I did n't entail to jump. I just did n't hear you. '' she wiped her wet hands on her dress then leaned back against the terrace, trying to take over a casual air.

"So."She left the particle suspension in the air between them, waiting for Brandon to realize the next move. It had been about an minute since the handjob so there was no doubt Brandon would be More than fix for another round of golf. Unfortunately she had no estimate what he wanted from her. Her hotness had her wanting to simply spread her legs invitingly but felt that this kind of forwardness from her would only drive him away.

Brandon opened his oral fissure as if to utter a few times then ultimately gave up and instead raised a hand to beckon to her. Tegan stepped slowly towards him then let him take her mitt in his, guiding her back through the sofa region and down the residence hall, pausing before taking her into her room flicking on the light, even though the morning sun was streaming in through the vertical blinds. Whatever Brandon had in judgment he wanted to see it. Tegan guessed he chose her room because it was tidier, though she self-consciously cast her heart around for anything particularly out of place. She hadn't remade her bed after her rude awakening from Angus, though thankfully there was cipher particularly revealing apparent there, such as any stains from errant fluids.

Brandon guided her into the way to stomach by the bed then took her dress at the pelvis and started to lift it. She helpfully raised her arms in a delicate, almost ballet-like movement to help him dislocate it off her to expose her nude bod once more. She lowered her hands to her incline, unabashed, though Brandon barely looked at her as he draped the dress over the cheap rocking chair from IKEA that held about a one-fourth of her wardrobe.

Finally he looked at her directly, his body scanning from her face down her au naturel var.. He lingered on her small irreverent breasts and hard rosy tit and then again when he reached her smooth hairless mound and slightly puffy sassing. Then his optic swept up again and she couldn't helper but notice that he avoided meeting her eyes this time. Shyly, after a retentive bit of hesitancy, he gestured to the bed. She slowly sat on the edge then after he repeated the motion, lay down, resting her head back on her pillow. Apparently Brandon was too faint-hearted to verbalise, but as long as she didn't ask any questions and remained compliant he was happy to direct her. That was fine, compliant she could manage.

Standing beside her alongside the bed Brandon leaned over her and started to stroke his fingertips along her skin starting at her shoulder and down her arm, then starting again at her shoulder and down her dresser, carefully avoiding her severely nipples and continuing down the sides of her belly and thighs. Tegan tried not to squirm, though it tickled, especially at her side. Brandon then ran his finger's breadth back up her body, becoming more deliberate with her touch, now running his men over her cutis. He groped her boob gently then firmly, massaging the tissues as if trying to charge to memory the exact flavour of them. He gently circled her tit with his pollex then gave them a docile jot between pollex and index finger's breadth that sent a frisson of pleasure down her trunk, making her clit throb and legs quiver.

If Brandon noticed he didn't respond, substance apparently to search her body at his leisure. Tegan pondered how many girls out there would be happy to allow affair to build in this way in a traditional relationship. Presumably after years of exposure to porn and none to real women Brandon had a lot questions. She felt another chill run through her trunk as she wondered how deep his curiousity ran and what she could help him discover.

Presently Brandon slipped his hand between her thighs which she parted slightly to allow him access and fought to hold her back from arching as he slid it up to her bald, puffy twat. She parted her thighs a little more as he gently eased his fingerbreadth between her outer and inner sassing, plunging them clumsily towards the slippery rut of her core. After some moving around she felt a single digit inside her and she stretched her legs, pointing her toes as her athirst hole gripped at the intruder. She turned her capitulum to coup d'oeil at him and he seemed to be completely hypnotised by her sex. At some point he had let his pants drop to the floor without her noticing and his erection was noticeably straining at the front line of his boxer-briefs.

Brandon's finger withdrew from her and she watched as he brought his hand up, inspecting his finger and smelling her wetness left behind before tasting it gingerly. His case didn't give anything away of his thoughts on the matter but he instead ran his bridge player up her thigh and repeated the process, this time finding her opening More easily and sliding two finger's breadth inside. Tegan stifled a soft moan, feeling him push into her then cup her pussy with her helping hand, sliding his digit out then using them to spread out her lips and knead her clit. true statement be told it had been days since her shoemaker's last orgasm and she had been fucked several multiplication since then, so Brandon's amateur ministrations were driving her natural state with pauperism. He gently held her clit between her fingers and massaged it in humble circles causing her pelvic arch to automatically prove up to his paw seeking more pressure, more speed. Brandon took his free hired man and started to knead her closer breast, gently squeezing and tugging on the mamilla. Taking a cue from the urgency trembling in her consistency he started applying to a greater extent vigour to her clitoris, making faster circles.

Tegan let out a strained moan as she crests closer to her freeing and in her desire she reaches for Brandon's corpse cock through the material of his underclothing, bobbing tantalisingly near her shoulder joint, and then a startled cry as Brandon pulls away, her orgasm fluttering away like a cloud of so many confounded butterfly stroke. She sits up as Brandon backs away from her, apologetic, fuddle, but well-nigh of all frustrated.

"B, what's wrongfulness ? seed back, please ?"She raised her blazon, trying to coax him towards her into a gentle bosom as he glanced at her with a look that she almost mistook for betrayal but quickly realised was overplus, shame. She looked down at his briefs and saw the manifest dampness of ejaculation in the front of his underclothes and a distinctly deflated bulge. The poor guy must own been on the verge himself, and all she needed was a touch to set him off. She looked back up to his font, trying to take in his eye as she knelt on the mattress. She had to make him back controller, make him understand that it wasn't over yet.

"B, come here. I'll do whatever you want. Just come here. please ?"she did her best to make it sound pleading instead of disappointed, like she needed him - considering the sexually rag state he had her in it wasn't hard. He sidled back over to the bed and she took him gently by the arm and lay him down, offering a nipple to his rima oris as she hooked her finger's breadth into the waistband of his gummy underwear and coaxed him out of them. Seemingly distracted he was happy to comply for now, as she begrudgingly pulled her nipple from his backtalk and kissed her way down her torso to fall face to font with his rooster. Following his accident she had something of a mess to vie with, with a sheen of come coating his shaft and nut. Well that was just amercement, and she was going to convert him it was ok with her if it killed her.

"What a stack you made."She chastised him, hopefully making it clear to his nervousness that she was trying to be playful as she took his cock in her soft helping hand and gently caressed it, feeling it immediately respond… there was no doubt Brandon had the stamina befitting a young ace man to go and go and go… he just needed experience to decelerate down that hair trigger."What a sticky…"she licked at his tip"…gooey…"she gently took one of his nut in her mouth and swirled saliva all over it, sucking it clean of his jizz"…mess."She took his blossoming rotating shaft in her lip, swallowing it in one slide as she sucked it clean, savouring the flavour. come wasn't a particularly nice flavour, she'd be lying if she said it was ( especially if the guy didn't eat a lot of yield ), but it was something she enjoyed because it meant that she'd provided pleasure and the association was too secure to disconnect.

"Cum is my ducky food"Tegan lied"so from now on if you need to cum I will consider it a personal insult if it doesn't go in my mouth."

Brandon groaned as Tegan took his swelling extremity in her mouth again, remembering how this went last metre. The idea of blowing his encumbrance in her sassing had seemed insanely hot but he was worried that it was somehow nauseous, that women only did it in porn or because men wanted them to. But here was this mad girl who was offering herself up to him and begging for it. Even as he gazed down at her polishing and cleaning his shaft of light and balls he was visualising the porno he'd seen, videos of charwoman taking a encumbrance in their backtalk and on their faces, sometimes even playing with it. It was definitely his favourite part of any video and he shuddered thinking about it. Was this for real number ? She seemed to receive no job cleaning him up. Would Tegan willingly take it anytime, any place ? He groaned aloud at the thought before bringing his tending back to the sonant lips enveloping his manhood, the emerald eyes shining up at him. Finally he found the courageousness to speak.

"I want to taste you as well."

"Mmm ?"Tegan responded, feeling him flip in her mouth.

"I want to eat you… can we sixty-nine ?"

"Mmm !"Tegan moaned in accord. She eagerly hopped up on the bed then lowered herself over him, swinging one human knee over his side to glower her dripping gash to him as she resumed her oral succour on his shaft.

Brandon had a altitude vantage over Tegan so with her capitulum bobbing smoothly over his privates he found himself gazing down at hers, boldness to face with the real thing for the for the first time time. He curled his arms around the outside of her thighs and hold on her business firm cheeks, pulling them apart to expose her fully. The first thing he noticed was the tiny puckered principal of her butthole, at the moment looking a little swollen and bother. He had a guess as to why - and he groaned as his dick involuntarily flexed in Tegan's rima oris at the idea. He'd seen his share of anal porn but again, this was something he had long suspected would never bump to him in real life.

Just a tiny aloofness away though was the real origin of his desires. Her hairless outer labia were parted slightly to expose her pink insides, her inner sassing just slightly peeking out. He crawled his fingers a fiddling, altering his bobby pin and pulled her backtalk apart to unwrap more of her easygoing plication, wanting to gaze directly at her warm entrance. Another involuntary flex in Tegan's sassing and his total consistency shuddered this time. He took her by the hips and pulled her bodily closer to his face, closing his mouth over her pussy and delving in with his knife, probing for that wet hollow and lapping her juices.

Tegan gave an appreciative moan as she used her hands to direct him considerably to her mouth. With the height difference she could not take him as easily but she compensated by using her deal to stroke the seat half of the shaft and fondle his clod while continuing to focus her ministrations around the head. Brandon unwritten acquirement were enthusiastic at least, and she couldn't avail but grind her hips, trying to ascertain some way to get pressure on her throbbing button as he seemed singularly determined to push his knife inside her.

At the other end Brandon's inexperienced glossa was quickly beginning to tire so he decided to interchange strategy. He swirled his spit downwards and found her clit at the crack of her inner lip then closed his mouth over it applying sucking. The damp moan around his cock was a certain mansion he was on to something so, taking boost, he started massaging that area with his mouth, varying the amount of suction and occasionally flicking it with his natural language. This elicited more than moans and he noticed that Tegan's try were becoming slower, less centre. The thought that he was giving her so much pleasure she couldn't properly reciprocate suddenly overwhelmed him and he let out a tawdry groan, digging his finger's breadth into her ass cheeks and sucking her clitoris with as practically forcefulness as he could muster as he felt his nut tighten. Tegan held him in her mouth and started stroking him rapidly with her hand as his rosehip bucked more of his duration into her mouth and she applied suction, tightening her mouth around the swelling point as he exploded against the back of her throat. Brandon's sucking mouth against her aching clit finally pushed her over the boundary as well and she moaned through a taste of his midst seed, greedily swallowing it down, her body quaking as she finally released her pent up need.

The swallowing champion set off another sacking of Brandon's and he flooded her oral cavity a second time before pulling his sass from her slit and laying back, breathing hard. Tegan swallowed again and started gently easing off, a few shoemaker's last tiresome social movement of her oral sex, a swirl of the tongue to clean up any terminal residual, then she let his slowly wilting meat pillowcase from her sassing. She lay across him catching her breath and feeling somewhat spent, gently holding his dick in her exit script subject matter to hold off until he decided to break the silence.

After a few arcminute, just as Tegan was wondering if Brandon had dozed off, he asked"was that upright ?"

"Yes, it was wonderful."

"I mean, did you come ?"

"Oh, yes. I did."She stifled a giggle. Coming always made her a petty bit giddy and having a conversation about it was weird.

"Really, you're not just saying that ?"

"Really. I'm not going to lie Brandon, some girls you meet will fudge it. I've done it before, when I feel like it's significant. But not now, with you."She gently slid off him and rolled onto her side, propping herself up on her elbow to seem at him.

"Is it important that I come ?"

"I… you know… I want to experience you're enjoying it."

"That's more considerate than a lot of guys."Tegan said with a small-scale grinning."And if you have a girl you care about I am for certain she will apprize it."

"I care about you !"Brandon protested.

"Brandon I've basically agreed to be a live-in sex toy. Not just for you, but for Oengus and Sam too. I… I don't want to ruin the mood here but I don't want there to be any mistake that lead to jealousy."

"I know, I didn't mean it like that. I just mean I care that you enjoy it too."

"Well the softwood is that you get to use me for your pleasure. I might not always come, little girl are tricky like that. Don't worry about it too much."Tegan sighed and rolled onto her back, stretching with a yawn."The reality is I'm going to be having a lot of sex in the approximate future. Sometimes I'll come, sometimes I won't."

Brandon pensively stared at her for a long moment, mainly at her nipples, before asking"What made you agree to this ?"

"Made me ? It was my musical theme, remember."

"Ok why did you suggest this then."

"I'm single, you guys are single, and this is way promiscuous than finding another job. It helps that I like sex a lot too, but who doesn't ?"

"Have you been with a lot of guys ?"

"Are you asking out of green-eyed monster ?"

"No, just curious."

Tegan propped herself up on her cubital joint again."The answer is no. I've been with two guys before this workweek. I lost my virginity in 9th grade. That guy lost interest in me as soon as he got what he wanted. I didn't hook up with anyone again until I was in university. We were together for a year, then broke up. I've been 1 ever since."

"Oh."

"You seem kinda surprised."

"I guess I thought you were…"

"…a loose woman ?"

Brandon shrugged awkwardly, avoiding her gaze.

"I'm not offended. What else would you recollect ? Anyway, if I wasn't before, I am now. And I'm not ashamed of that. It's actually…"

"Liberating ?"

"Exactly. If there's one thing I've noticed about sure-enough people it's that they more often regret the thing they didn't do more than than the things they did. So, I'm doing things. While I'm still young."

"So… what other stuff have you done ?"

"What do you have in mind ?"Tegan asked, coyly.

"wellspring I mean apart from what we've done together… you know. With your boyfriend."

"Jeez, you want me to go into the sordid details of my one pregnant relationship ?"

"I guess not, not really."

"Brandon if what you're trying to cipher out is what kind of stuff and nonsense you can do with me… let's just say for now that there's very fiddling not on the board. Use your imagination."After a moment's pause she added"Just nothing involving like… dirt or vomit."

"Gross."Brandon grimaced.

"gladiola we're in agreement on that ! Any other doubt ?"

"Have you ever been with a young lady ?"

"Aargh !"Tegan threw up her hands and flopped back on the bed."Yes, ok Sherlock, you got me."

"fountainhead ?"

"Oh so now you want details ?"

"Well… yeah !"

"No dice, B. Maybe another time. When I'm drunk."Tegan laughed."Really drunk."

"I guess for now I'll just use my imagination."

"You're imagining it right now, aren't you ?"Tegan lifted her promontory to look at him, watching his cock dude from half mast to full again before her eye."Really ? !"

"Sorry ?"

"A cleaning woman's work is never done."Tegan said with a mock sigh as she crawled over to him and swept her back talk over his swollen member once more…