1. Finals Frenzy 2


    Date: 8/29/2015, Categories: College Sex, Author: eve_mercurio, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    I knew the voice. The rush of blood in my veins stopped for a single moment. It was Ben. “It’s nice to see you too,” I said, continuing with my work. I didn’t dare turn and look at him. My heart thumped against my chest, and I hoped that my slightly quivering voice didn’t reveal my sudden unease. Then I felt it again, that feeling of possession, compulsion, desire. The urge to physically connect with his body, to hurt and sink my teeth and nails into his being. I could not deny what I was thinking, and turned to look at him. "How long have you been here?" I asked. "I was just doing laundry," he said, smirking before reaching into the laundry basket and pulling out some jeans. They were tattered and had the same hue as the jeans he had worn the very same day that I taught him a bit in human sexuality. “I think you forgot to add these to the load,” Ben said, tossing some panties at me. They were the panties I had left in the study room. I caught the panties in the air as we gazed at each other. For a fleeting moment, a strong, undeniable tremble of desire swept through my being. “How thoughtful of you…” I began. I tried to be sarcastic, but my voice was too sultry. A need, an urge to do something wild had returned. The primal, carnal part of my being surfaced. Lust is a deadly sin; and I am a guilty sinner. I turned my back and tried to pull myself together. I tried to tell myself to be good and not to give into the sweet temptation that stood only inches away from me. My ...
    pulse pounded in my ears, goose bumps raced up my spine. I could feel Ben’s eyes on me, boring into me with a predatory look. His anger was palpable. I was sure I had bruised his male ego to quite an extent and had given him a raging hard on for days. His eyes were dark with his pupils dilated and his steady calculated gaze reminded me of a hungry lion salivating over a lamb. My eyes flicked towards his left fist that remained clenched onto his jeans. All the while, his mouth parted slightly and his eyes outlined every curve. Licking his lips, he looked me in the eyes. There was only silence for a while before he spoke with venom in his voice. “So much for helping me study.” I felt a small tremble of guilt for not showing up when I said I would. “What happened in the study room was a mistake,” I said weakly, trying not to look directly at him. I knew it wasn’t a mistake. It had been my pent up sexuality taking control and wanting him. It was me wanting Ben, having him, taking him, for some stupid damn undeniable, incomprehensible reason. “I disagree,” he said, as he walked towards me, closing the distance between us. The dim light of the laundry room made his gaze more feral and lustful. The dampness between my thighs spread and my resistance to his suddenly, magnetic pull began to rapidly fade. How could this happen? How could he be doing this? I was the seducer. I was the aggressor. Not Ben. “You were the one who started things," he said, staring at me. His face hovered above ...
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