night before final exams is always tough, but for Donna, these
finals were brutal. She had a complicated C++ program to finish,
and precious little time to get it done before she lost points
for turning it in late. She was determined to finish. She rolled
her shoulders as she felt a tell-tale stiffness, and a burning
sensation along her back from hours bent over her computer keyboard.
Lisa tiptoed around her, afraid to bother her after Donna snapped
at her for no reason. Donna had apologized, but Lisa thought that
in this case, discretion was certainly the better part of valor,
and stayed out of the range of fire. Donna worked steadily through
the afternoon and evening, trying not to let her frustrations
color her judgment while she wrote code that would take her class
objects, and make them come alive. Around 8 PM, she finally pushed
back from her desk with a satisfied, albeit tired, smile.
She looked around in surprise when she realized that Lisa was
no longer in the apartment. Donna got up from her chair with a
slight moan of pain and went into the kitchen to get herself something
cold to drink. The orange juice felt fabulous as it slid across
her dry tongue and down her burning throat. She had lost all concept
of time, and now she was paying for it. Her tummy grumbled loudly,
and with a start, she remembered that she hadn’t eaten since around
7 that morning. She opened the refrigerator door and stared at
the contents, like something would actually pop itself out of
the fridge, and cook itself up. She giggled at the thought of
a steak grilling itself, and pulled a package of roast turkey,
as well as provolone cheese, out of the meat tray. She was suddenly
ravenous, and piled both meat and cheese onto some sourdough bread.
minutes -- and a stuffed belly -- later, she was feeling soporific.
She sat back down at the computer and began going over the study
guides she had been preparing all semester. She didn’t hear the
door open, and jumped straight out of her chair when she felt
strong hands settle on her shoulders. “What the fu...!” Her heart
was leaping in her throat when she saw that the hands belonged
to Brad. “Jesus Brad, you scared the shit out of me! Don’t EVER
do that again, okay?” Brad was fighting to control the smile that
was spreading across his face as he held his hands up in the air
in a mocking gesture of surrender.
okay. I’m sorry Donna. You just looked like your shoulders were
made out of steel, not flesh and blood.”
was tired, cranky, sore, and frustrated; not a good combination
for anyone. She stomped past him and growled, “Lisa’s not here,
I don’t have any clue where she is, or when she’ll be home. So
why don’t I have her call you when she does get home.” It was
more of an order than a question, and Donna made it plain that
he really did scare her, or at the very least, piss her off.
Donna, I’m really sorry I upset you hon. I thought you’d heard
me come in. Here, why don’t you sit down, and let me work some
of that tension out of your shoulders?” Brad flexed his fingers
and waggled them in her direction. “I’ve been told I have magic
fingers.....” His voice had a sing-song quality, and his face
was filled with devastating boyish charm. Donna tried to maintain
her anger, but it was getting more and more difficult by the moment.
heard her sigh softly, then say “Ah shoot. I’m not mad anymore.
I was just startled. You know, I wouldn’t mind a bit if you did
rub my shoulders, they’re killing me right at the moment.” Donna
sat back down on her desk chair, and Brad stood just behind her.
He wasn’t exaggerating, he did have magic fingers. Donna moaned
as he worked the tight knots out of her shoulders. His hands were
warm and strong on her skin as he slipped his fingers under the
neckline of her sweatshirt, and kneaded the muscles at the base
of her neck.
why don’t you lay down on the floor and let me get to more than
just this little spot? I promise I’ll be good.” Brad said the
words matter-of-factly, without a hint that he wanted to do more
than just give her a relaxing massage.
bit her lip in indecision, knowing that to allow him so much access
to her body was dangerous to her libido, but feeling the results
of his strong hands made her want to continue with the impromptu
massage. She nodded and went to get a sheet for the floor. After
the sheet was spread out, Donna lifted her sweatshirt over her
head, and laid face down on the floor. Brad straddled her hips
and began a slow, firm massage over the soft skin of her back.
this feels great. Thank you Brad.” Donna’s voice was just a whisper
as he worked his way across her shoulder-blades and up and down
Brad whispered back, “just relax and let your thoughts go.” He
got up quietly and moved toward Donna’s bathroom, returning with
a small vial of scented massage oil. He poured a good amount into
his palm and rubbed his hands together, warming the oil before
spreading it gently across her back. He reached up and unclasped
her bra, laying the straps next to her sides. His fingers found
all her sore spots and a couple that she wasn’t even aware were
tight. The oil made the surface of her skin slippery and his hands
moved easily up her spine and over her shoulders. Donna was so
relaxed, she didn’t realize at first that he was turning her over
onto her back. She kept her eyes closed as she felt some of the
cool oil puddle on the skin between her breasts. Brad’s hands
were warm and soft as he spread the oil over her belly and worked
his way back up to the lower swell of her breasts.
fingers were not quite caressing, and not quite massaging when
he rubbed the oil into the firm skin of her chest. His hands moved
to her ribs, and with a firm pressure, moved them up to kneed
each breast in turn. Donna’s breath was deep and steady, but her
nipples began to harden when he got closer to their rosy peaks.
She moaned again when his oily fingertips squeezed her nipples
gently. She opened her eyes and saw desire blazing deep in Brad’s
chocolate brown eyes. She sat up and pulled Brad’s shirt over
his head, leaving his hairy chest bare. She ran the tips of her
fingers lightly over his chest, teasing him with her fingernails.
Brad swallowed hard when her fingers found his tiny, hard nipples.
She moved her head closer, and her lips brushed his nipple. He
arched against her, and she flicked the tip of her tongue over
his firm nipple. His hands reached for the elastic waistband of
her sweat-pants, and pulled them slowly down her hips. Donna raised
up to help him, and he pulled them off her exceptional legs and
tossed them into the corner of the living room. Donna’s pussy
was covered by a pair of very lacy, very feminine panties even
though she had been wearing sweats, and Brad marveled at the contrasts
this woman constantly displayed.
trailed his finger down her oily skin and hooked his finger under
the lace of her panties, pulling them away from the mound of her
pussy. Her pubic hair was a lighter shade of red than her hair,
but the comparison of red pussy hair, and creme colored lace panties
was enough to have Brad’s cock twitching in his pants. His fingers
moved deeper into her panties, and found the slit of her pussy.
Her pubic hair was already damp, and he knew that if he slid his
fingers between her outer lips, he’d find her slick with desire.
He pulled his hand away, and shucked off his jeans. Donna was
sitting on her heels, watching his every move. Her eyes flared
when his cock sprung up away from his body as he pulled his jeans
off his legs and tossed them into the same corner Donna’s sweat-pants
lay down on his side, facing Donna and motioned for her to join
him. She complied, and their bodies were close enough to touch,
but just barely. He smoothed a strand of her hair away from her
face, and brought his lips to hers. They kissed gently, tongues
reaching out for each other, and lips softly exploring. His hand
reached for the back of her neck, and pulled her closer. Donna’s
body melted against him as his tongue delved deep inside her mouth.
Her fingers slid around his chest, and caressed the skin of his
back. They were moving very slowly, very gently. Since the night
Brad watched her and George having sex, Donna had never been in
the same room alone with him, until now.
skin was slick with oil as Brad caressed her body, and she squirmed
with pleasure when the rough hair of his chest and belly brushed
against her soft flesh. He molded her to him, chest to chest,
thigh to thigh. Brad’s cock was trapped between their two bodies,
hard and hot on their skin. Donna reached down and began to lightly
caress him. Some of the oil transferred from her body to his,
making his cock as slippery smooth as her skin. Her hand wrapped
around his shaft, and she pumped him up and down. Brad was surging
his hips in time with Donna’s hand, moaning with pleasure as she
squeezed him tight in her fist. He sighed with even more pleasure
when he saw Donna pick up the vial of oil, and pour a generous
amount over the head of his cock. She massaged the oil up and
down his shaft, squeezing and pulling at the same time. He was
almost painfully hard and about ready to burst when she stopped
caressing him, and turned sideways to him, slipping one leg between
his, and positioning his cock against her pussy. He needed no
second invitation, and pushed his oily cock between her pussy
felt his thick cock push just barely inside of her. Brad groaned
when the bulbous head was gripped tight by the walls of her pussy.
He kept his body still while she flexed her inner muscles, massaging
his cock gently. When he could no longer stand the pleasure, he
pushed his hips strongly, burying himself to the hilt in Donna’s
welcoming pussy. He let Donna set the pace of their rhythm, and
she immediately pushed up against him, then pulled back slowly.
He felt the velvet grip of her steamy pussy once more when his
cock withdrew almost all the way, then she rocked forward, taking
him all the way inside.
made love slowly, taking as much as they gave, their bodies so
in tune with each other that they anticipated each other’s every
move. After an eternity of slow, gentle lovemaking, the easy pace
gave way to frantic thrusting and grasping. Donna felt her body
explode time after time, while Brad held onto his iron control.
His hips were pistoning in and out of her sopping wet pussy, and
his hands gripped her hips fiercely as he fucked her with every
ounce of strength he had. He turned her over, onto her knees,
and plunged his cock in and out of her welcoming warmth. Her fingertips
were frantically gripping the sheet as her body took Brad’s punishing
assault. With an animal roar, he came. His hips were fused to
hers as his cock swelled and exploded, sending jets of white hot
sperm deep inside of her clenching tight pussy.
Donna felt him filling her with his seed, she knew she was going
to join him in ecstasy. Her mouth opened, and she shrieked with
pleasure as Brad started thrusting inside her again, letting his
cock completely drain of come. Both were slick with sweat and
oil as they collapsed next to each other on the sheet. Donna snuggled
against Brad’s shoulder and his hand gently stroked her hair.
Donna started chuckling softly and the chuckle turned into a full
blown laugh that she had difficulty containing.
so funny, Donna?” Brad’s voice was a little confused, and he looked
down into her eyes.
yeah, ‘I promise I’ll be good.’” Donna’s face was still filled
with amusement when Brad joined in her laughter.