1. My Pizza Slut


    Date: 12/26/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: shootersr9, Rating: 31, Source: LushStories

    with one of my own by declaring, "What's not to like?" She straightened up, walked back to the table with a Coke in one hand, and instead of sitting down, she stood right next to where I sat. So close that I had to tilt my head back to look her in her eyes, although when I turned my head to do so, I was nearly eye level with her twin globes and couldn't help but notice her now protruding nipples. I wondered if it was the cool air from the refrigerator, the sexual tension that had begun as we openly began to flirt or a combination of the two. I warned myself that she was most likely just teasing me; seeing how far she could push me before I backed off, because after all I had far more to lose than she. But I wasn't about to back down, well...at least not without having some fun myself. "Would you like to pop my top," she asked. I knew she was talking about the soda can, so I grabbed it without letting my eyes leave her own and said, "I'd enjoy that very much," as I opened it for her. She took a big gulp and licked her red lips, leaving them looking wet. "Sure would like something stronger," she quietly said. I considered the fact that Amanda was supposed to drive tonight and that this girl was only seventeen, but I stood up and went to our liquor cabinet. I withdrew a bottle of Jack Daniel's, pouring a healthy amount into her can and as I returned the bottle I said, "Now I could get busted for giving you that, so I hope I can trust you not to tell." When I turned to face ...
    her, she had stepped forward so that I literally ran right into her, feeling her chest collide with mine for just a moment as she slowly said, "Oh don't worry, I'm very good at keeping secrets." Then she took another long drink while she looked up into my eyes, finishing with a sinful smile. Not to back down first, I returned her challenging gaze while telling her, "That's good to know, Whitney." We passed the next half hour as if we were playing tennis, but instead of balls we used words and exchanged playful banter back and forth. Then suddenly she suggested I show her my Harley which was parked outside in the garage and we soon found ourselves out there; she admiring the chrome, while I admired her curves. With the main garage door down it was far more secluded than one might think and our conversation continued in the same suggestive way as when we were in the house. At one point she asked me where something was on the bike and I told her it was near the bottom of the frame on the opposite side from where we stood. Instead of going around, I watched as Whitney slowly bent over to see the object in question, laying her flat tummy across the seat and allowing her legs to spread slightly. My cock jumped and pushed against my jeans, causing my mind to conjure up a most devious image indeed as I stared openly at the way her ass was pushed upward in my direction. My desire to touch her then was becoming overwhelming, so I strolled around the bike and stood just in front of her as ...
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