He didn’t want to leave her, but he managed to just sit up, letting her keep her delicious vice-grip on his cock, and lean over to open his night table drawer. He grabbed a huge handful of condoms from the pile, at least a dozen and threw them up into the air, letting them rain down like confetti.
“Atta boy!” Libby laughed, grabbing one and tearing it open with her teeth. The laughter stopped, though, when she rolled the condom over the swollen head of his cock with her thumbs and welcomed him back into her waiting arms.
Henry nudged against her as they continued to kiss and cuddle, his cock seeking entrance but not finding the right angle. Finally, Libby reached between them, sliding the head of his cock down through her swollen slit, positioning him, just right.
“There.” She whispered the words into his ear. “Now.”
He shifted his hips slowly forward, feeling her flesh give, but just a little. He pushed in deeper, her thighs silky and opening under his, feeling the snug hollow of her little hole opening too. Her pussy was wet from his tongue, wet from her orgasm, but she was still so tight! Thank god for condoms, he thought. At least it helped lessen the sensation-a little. She whimpered, her breath in his ear, when he was finally as deep as he could go.
“You okay?” he panted.
“Fuck yes,” she moaned, rolling her hips, moving his cock around deep in her cunt, making him groan and start alphabetizing states in his head. “Hey,” she said, kissing his jaw, his cheek, his chin. “Don’t stop now. Come on. Let’s go for a ride.”
“Let the motor calm down a bit,” he panted. “Otherwise we’re gonna overheat.”
Libby ran her fingernails lightly over his back, his shoulders, and they waited, breathing together, Henry’s face buried in the sweet-smelling mass of her hair, until he had some bit of control again.
“Now?” she whispered, her hips shifting, her pussy clenching. “Please?”
This girl was going to be the death of him, he decided, gritting his teeth and beginning to move. There was nothing soft and yet tight enough to describe the sensation of her flesh, the way she felt enveloping his cock. There was no silicone that could match it, and no other woman or girl he’d ever met, either. It was beyond pleasure, beyond good. It was perfection.
“Henry!” Libby moaned, and he felt her hand moving between them, touching her clit, working to get herself off. “Please! Oh god your cock feels so good!”
“Honey, I can’t do this very long,” he apologized, holding back, every muscle strained, as her pussy began to flutter and pulse. “Libby, baby, I can’t-”
“Come!” she cried, her back arching, her long legs wrapped around his waist, driving his length deep into her waiting cunt. He couldn’t have stopped then if he wanted to, the explosion through his body beyond fire-it was nuclear. He saw flashes of light behind his eyes, the red heat consuming him completely as he buried his face in Libby’s hair, and gave himself over to pure sensation.
“Oh my god,” she whispered, kissing him over and over as they rolled on the bed, condoms sticking to them. “I’ve wanted that for so long.”
“Me, too,” he breathed as they finally slowed and Henry curled beside her, his cheek resting on her tiny breasts.
He didn’t know where it came from, why he said it. Like the climactic explosion they’d shared, it just welled up in him and spilled over.
“Libby, I can’t read.”
And then it was all flooding in, a dam bursting.
He told her about tutoring. He told her about Toni. He talked and talked and Libby listened, silent. When he finally stopped, spent, he found himself filled with a cold fear. Would she pity him? Hate him? Walk out of his life forever this time? He cursed himself for ever opening his mouth when he lifted his head and looked at her closed eyes, tears slipping down into her temples.
“I’m sorry,” he choked. “You must hate me.”
“Henry, I don’t hate you.” She finally turned toward him, opening her wet eyes and cupping his face in her hands. “I luh-” She pursed her lips, blinking, holding back, and then kissed the tip of his nose. “I like you.”
He smiled. “I like you, too.”
“Uh-oh, we missed one.” She reached over and peeled a condom off his hip, holding it up. Then she tore the wrapper off with her teeth. “Oops, it’s open! Shouldn’t let these go to waste.”
“No,” he agreed, finding himself back in her welcoming arms. “We definitely shouldn’t.”
His cock was already getting hard again.
“Whoa. Hey. Libby?” Dean stopped in the doorway-even from under the bed, Henry heard the surprise in his voice and wondered if this was going to work at all. How was Libby going to explain how she’d gotten in?
“Hey, Dean.” Libby’s voice was low, sexy. Henry bristled at the sound of his roommate’s name in her mouth, said that way.
“Where’s…Henry?” Dean took a few tentative steps into the room. Henry could see his shoes. He was clearly trying to put the pieces together.
“He left,” Libby said.
Dean sounded incredulous. “He left you here?” Henry heard the door close.
“I told him I came here to see you,” Libby told him. Henry really didn’t like that sexy tone to her voice. It was downright seductive.
“Huh.” Dean’s tennis shoes crossed the floor between the beds and Henry shrank back without thinking. “How come?”
“Come over here.” Libby was practically purring. Henry closed his eyes and reminded himself why she was doing this in the first place. “Closer.”
“What is this?” Dean sounded cautious, bemused…but interested. Definitely interested.
“I wanted to ask you something,” Libby murmured. Henry could barely hear her, but Dean obviously could. He was standing facing his own bed-the bed Libby was on.
Was she just going to come right out and ask him? Henry hit the record button on the little micro recorder.
“Whoa, hey!” Dean exclaimed and Henry saw him take a step back from his bed. “What-?”
Henry was dying to know what, too. He couldn’t hear anything at all except his own breathing but he had a feeling he knew what was going on. Libby hadn’t said anything about how she was going to get Dean to tell her what she needed to know, but now he had an idea. A very bad idea.
“Libby,” Dean gasped. “Are you drunk?”
“So what if I am?” She actually slurred her words a little bit. TV news anchor? No-actress, Henry decided. Her talents were being wasted on paper, that much was clear.
He heard Dean groan. What the hell was going on out there? Henry set his jaw, watching the wheels turn on the cassette, willing himself not to move. It took all his effort.
“Oh, god…Libby…” Dean sighed and Libby made a sound, a very familiar sound, one Henry had heard not too long ago when they were in bed together. She was moaning.
Then he heard her say in a low, throaty voice, “Take off your pants. I want to find out if you’re as good as your big brother.”
“Ha.” Dean was smiling. Henry could actually hear his roommate grinning. “I love a competition.”
Of course he did. Libby knew damned well he did.
Henry saw Dean’s pants fall to the floor.
“Oh yeah, that’s good.” Dean’s shoes were still on the floor, but his feet weren’t in them anymore. “Come on, take your shirt off.”
No way. Henry closed his eyes. This wasn’t happening. She wouldn’t dare…
“Stay there.” Libby got off the bed, walking over to Dean’s dresser. Henry saw her cute pink stockinged feet. “Don’t move. You promise?”
“Sure, baby,” Dean agreed. Was he so arrogant? Did he really believe Libby had shunned Henry and chosen him instead-that she had come here just to fuck him, with nothing else on her mind? But he seemed to have bought it, hook line and sinker. Dean fully expected he was going to get laid.
“Let’s play a game.” Libby’s voice was teasing.
“A blindfold! Kinky!” Dean chuckled. “But I want to see those gorgeous tits.”