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Confessions of a Small Town Girl- College 2

Date: 3/12/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: alliet14, Rating: 17, Source: LushStories

out of his truck and he walked me to the door. I had an image of a college guy’s pad in my head. I expected to see beer bottles and pizza boxes all over the floor, and dirty laundry thrown everywhere, but I was surprised. Everything in Mark's house was in order, and well decorated. It was a small house, with a kitchen, living room, pantry and two bedrooms and a bath room. In his living room was a love seat, TV and coffee table. When we walked in he went to the kitchen to get us something to drink while I went into the living room and sat on the love seat. After finishing our drinks, he asked if I needed a shower, and I did, but told him I didn’t have any clothes. So he got up and went into the bed room. When he came back he had a T-shirt and a towel. He handed it to me and walked me to the bathroom, and left. I started the water and undressed. I didn’t know what was about to happen. I liked Mark and had no problem having sex with him, but I didn’t want to lead him on. I stepped into the shower, and cleaned the night’s bar-be-que and beer smell off my body. I could not help to get a little excited. It had been months since I was alone with a guy. My nipples hardened as I thought about how the night would progress. When I finished my shower and began to dry off, I realized I didn’t have clean panties. I picked up my dirty ones, and could not bring myself to put them back on. I had worn them all day, so they were sweaty, and well dirty. I put on the t-shirt Mark had given me. It ... seemed big enough to cover me up so I chose not to wear the dirty panties. I dried my hair as best as I could with the towel and placed it in the hamper. I picked up my clothes and walked back out into the living room where Mark was waiting. I laid my dirty clothes on my back pack and turned toward Mark. It was at that moment that I realized he had taken his shirt off, sitting on the love seat with his feet propped up on the coffee table. I knew Mark was built, but this was the first time I saw him without a shirt. It was then I regretted not wearing panties. I felt myself begin to dampen as I looked at his ripped abs and pecks. He was into whatever show he was watching and didn’t seem to notice I was even there, until I walked around the chair and sat down. When I sat, he looked at me and smiled. Damn those dimples. He asked if I felt better, and I acknowledged I did. We talked a little bit then he excused himself to take a shower. I watched him as he got up and left. God he was gorgeous. It was then I made up my mind that I was going to fuck him. I sat there as I listened to the water running. I imagined him being naked, the water cascading down his god like body, over his cock. Then began to wonder what his cock looked like. Was it big? Was he cut? The more I thought, the wetter I got. It wasn’t long until my thoughts were interrupted by the bathroom door opening. I raised my head to look and seen him wet, with a towel wrapped around his waist. He walked into his bedroom, ...