Studying
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2021 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Sex Story: A steamy, multi-purpose breakup letter.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Consensual Reluctant Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction .
Dear Brad,
I want to tell you about your girlfriend. Lynne likes girls. Anyway she likes me. She came over last night, ostensibly to study. But we hadn’t been in my room six minutes when she had me up against the wall, kissing me. These kisses were just her lips licking mine. At first. And then she took my bottom lip between her teeth. And she bit soft but hard, and my mouth filled with juice and my breath came quick. I gasped and she sucked my tongue into her mouth. “What are you doing?” I wanted to say. Maybe I did say it because she backed off, just far enough so she could say, “I’m going to make you come.” Before I could answer, she’d bared my breasts and pinched both my nipples, still looking deep into my eyes, and when I blinked, she lowered her head to my right breast and caught my nipple between her teeth and the pleasure was almost more than I could stand. If I hadn’t been pressed back against the wall, I wouldn’t have been able to stand. I started to sag, and she reached down and got her hand between my legs, and the pressure, even through my jeans, was too much. I came. One strong shudder followed another while I melted down the wall. She melted with me. Somehow she managed to unbutton me and unzip me and get her fingers in my cunt. I came again, the strongest ever. Afterwards she held her wet fingers under my nose so I could smell myself, and then she rubbed them around my lips, and then she put them in my mouth and she fucked my mouth with her cunt-soaked fingers and then she pushed them back into my cunt and fucked me until I came again. She really knew what she was doing. Then she got up and pulled me up and led me to my bed. We sat side by side studying. Then we lay side by side studying. Then we lay other ways, studying, studying, studying, all night long.
In the morning she kissed me sweetly and said, “I really have to break up with my boyfriend but I just don’t know how to do it. Brad’s a nice guy but he just doesn’t have a clue.”
Your friend Amy
Amy stood up so Lynne could read the letter. “Wow, this is perfect!” Lynne exclaimed. “You’re so creative. So inventive.”
Amy blushed.
“So you’ll give it to him tomorrow after class?” Lynne said.
“Yeah, I guess, but I still don’t see why.”
“Because he’ll fuckin’ flip, that’s why,” Lynne said, placing the letter back on the little desk and turning to face her friend. “We should really write a letter like this to all our boyfriends. Can you imagine it?” Lynne’s eyes shone with dark glee. “But you know what would be really perfect? Like the icing on the cake?”
“What?” Amy asked.
Lynne’s fingers went to the button of Amy’s jeans.
“Stop. Wait. What are you doing?” Amy tried to back away, but she was between Lynne and the desk.
“What would be super perfect,” Lynne began, having deftly drawn down Amy’s zipper and slipped her hand in Amy’s panties, “What would be the coop de grass... “
“Stop. Don’t.”
But Lynne didn’t stop. Her fingers drifted through the soft down of Amy’s pubic curls and over the erect bud of Amy’s excited clitoris.
“Please,” Amy said, half-sitting on the desk, on the letter.
“A little dab of your scent on the letter, for that extra air of authenticity.” Lynne’s finger probed. “Oh, wow, girl, you’re really wet. Writing that letter must have really turned you on.”
“No, I ... No, it’s ... No, oh...” Amy sputtered.
“Your pussy’s drowning. It’s like a little lake.”
Amy’s mouth opened in protest, but no words came out, only a long, low moan, as Lynne’s fingers plunged deep into the hot syrup of Amy’s soon-to-be-spasming sex.
Long before Lynne had to go home, there was more than enough girl-juice to anoint a dozen dear Brad letters.
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