Aching Yearning Feeling at my Sorority Party

What’s the Greek word for sex?

It was a Friday night, and I had nowhere to be. A group of girls squealed that we were going to the sorority party right down the trail. I reluctantly walked with them and met him. Instantly, Jack gave off these vibes and shook my hand while emitting an aching yearning feeling at the sight of me. Jack was quite the charmer and grabbed me a free red Solo cup, filling it right from the keg.

After a few rounds of beer pong, he had had enough of the teasing. Boys vs. girls was always fun, teasing him with my cleavage and more left him a little crazy. Before I knew we were sharing a joint in the back of his pickup truck. My friends kept coming out to spy on the mystery boy and me. Then he flipped his hat bill out of his way and leaned for a sweet kiss.

I’ll find your sweet spot with my tongue

“Too early, Jack,” I teased. Then he grabbed me closer and started to tickle my ribs. “I’ll find your sweet spot,” he said with a sly smile. I looked into his brown eyes and felt a little cold, strangely. He had to have tried this before.

I told him, “Let’s go back inside.” Then his best buddy grabbed him away for a secret frat chat. Meanwhile, I walked down to the basement with my best friend, Layla, to show off our keg-stands. Jack’s aching, yearning feelings must have overtaken him because here he was again, trying to get this Italian pussycat away from my girls.

Aching, yearning feelings became too powerful

I think my teasing was getting the best of him. Jack reached around my waist and smoothly got me out of a side door back to his truck. “I want you so bad, Monica,” he told me. “You don’t have to do a thing, just let me find your sweet spot, baby.” He lay back and pulled me on top.

While the music poured from the windows into the night, we made out. Jack rolled me over, pulled down my jeans, and played with my panties. Jack pulled off my little ankle socks and licked the soles of my cute feet. His lips kissed every spot on my body. When I was fully nude in the back of his truck, I thought, “What am I doing right now?”

He kissed down my thighs, spread me wide, and put my clit in his mouth. Then, Jack’s fingers followed his tongue inside, twisting in circles. “Oh, my God!” I yelled, releasing my stream of consciousness into his mouth. “I’m sorry,” I said, turning bright red from embarrassment.

Multiple orgasms for Monica in his Backseat

Jack smiled, rubbed my clit with one thumb, and said, “I want more!” His mouth was wide open, and he wiggled his tongue at me. Jack’s other hand twisted my nipple, and he licked me more strongly. I lifted my legs, bucking against his face. Jack’s big arms gripped my thighs, and he kept licking.

Another wave of wet squirt erupted from me. “Mmmm, the tastiest little puddle,” he said, laughing. Jack had an aching yearning feeling for me to quiver beneath him. He was addicted to making me intensely orgasm for him. That was all he wanted, a face full of Monica. He dropped me off at my dorm with a “See you around, baby.” If you liked this erotic tale, you’ll love the time I met my booty worshipper.

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