We pulled off his sweater, and as I sat on top of him, feeling his stiff, denim jeans, I relished in the success of my sexual pursuit. I untied my white blouse as he helped unbutton it.
It didn’t matter because on my flowery bedspread, under the twinkly string lights, it was a race to get naked. Was it luck that she had conveniently left him alone for a couple hours, or had I really mastered the art of seduction? I led the way to my bedroom as we quietly snuck past the room he was supposed to be staying in, past the housemate he was supposed to be fucking. What happened next was an instant exchange of sexual desire - without a thought, our lips and pelvises pressed up against each other as we made out against the thin co-op walls. Already knowing the answer, I put my arms around his neck and bluntly asked, “Could I kiss you?”
We had been eye fucking each other all night, and the sexual tension had built to a point where neither of us could contain our cheeky smiles.Īs we turned the corner, we met face to face. when Sam and I walked down the empty hallway, passing by the painted murals and the bedrooms of my snoring housemates.
