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saying anything more.

I need to find Penelope. Some of that moonshine is definitely in order.

16

Fletcher

My hand wraps around my hard-on, knowing I shouldn’t feed the temptation but being powerless to stop myself.

Jesus Christ, the way Ryan looked in that fucking black dress tonight … I could have died just looking at her. Just combusted right there in the middle of town hall. It was a miracle I hadn’t dropped her as we swayed to the music, that’s how goddamn jumpy I was just being around her.

I give my cock a tug, not even bothering to undress or get comfortable as I slide the lock in place on the door to my bedroom. Fuck, I really need to get my own place.

Soon after Ryan sheepishly ducked away from me on the dance floor, I’d found the guys I needed to schmooze for the clock tower project, and then promptly hightailed it out of there.

I had been two seconds away from dragging Ryan out of that converted recreation room and into the abandoned library. The stacks had always been a favorite of Bowen and Lily’s … I figured I could borrow their spot for the night. It took everything in me to keep my hands in a decent place, to keep my mind sharp enough not to do something rash and hasty.

My blood thrummed in my veins all the way home, and I swear I had a middie by the time I stepped foot in the house. Good thing Mom was still at the dance herself, because a man needed some semblance of privacy.

Balancing myself on the desk just next to my bedroom door, I slap my free palm down on its surface and fist myself with the other. My dick is so rigid, a drop of pre-cum dripping down from the head onto my white-knuckled fingers, that I know this won’t take long.

My pants are at my ankles, the bottom buttons of my shirt undone and pushed around my back to allow ample jack-off mobility. I’ve gotten good at this, tugging one out quietly, quickly. For the past four years, I’ve been the same teenager who had to avoid four brothers while stealing nudie magazines from under their beds to masturbate to.

Right now though, I close my eyes and think of Ryan. Of how steamy and electric the kisses between us would have been if I led her to the library. Of how I’d pin her up against the shelves, those legs that seemed to go up to her ears wrapped around my waist.

My hand moves rapidly, my breathing shallow in my lungs, as I weigh whether she’d let out breathy moans or quiet squeals. My imagination runs with the whispered moaning, and my balls begin to move in rhythm with the thorough stroke of my fist over my erection. They seize up and then relaxed with each downstroke as I think about removing the straps of Ryan’s black dress with my teeth.

What would her skin taste like? Would she passively watch me ravish her? Or would her hands be pulling at my hair, tearing off my clothes? A little bit of both, I’d like to think.

I’m so close now, right on the edge of coming when I envision what pulling her top down would look like. From the outline of her skintight dress tonight, I could tell her tits were sizable. Fuck, I’d all but glimpsed them when I’d walked in on her in Keaton’s guest cottage. Not Pamela Anderson big, but full and real enough that they’d jiggle in my hands. That I’d have a mouthful of nipple to work with.

All of a sudden, I’m coming with a harsh shudder, my climax seizing everything in my body and turning the world upside down. My come coats my hand, my cock tingling with a sensation that even the best of poets have yet to fit into just one word. My spine burns with release, my balls aching from the sheer force of it.

As I come down from the high, I realize I haven’t felt this disoriented after jacking off in quite a while. Probably because all of my material has been Internet-based. But the sexual tension of imagining a flesh and blood woman who is only miles away … fuck, it feels good.

Not as good as having her do this herself would be, but I’d needed this. Hell, I hadn’t even fantasized about actually getting to the good stuff. In the scene that played out in my head, I’d barely