Semua Bab Dangerous Pleasures: Bab 1001 - Bab 1010

Ditto for other real life things. I fiercely loved paddling, enjoyed socialising with my friends, but had few other real interests outside books, the occasional computer game and movie, and the ocean.If only I could somehow make a life out of being an itinerant ocean-going bookworm... I snorted, amused at myself, and dived again, then drifted to the side, and with a leap upwards lifted myself clear of the water and onto the paving stones. I gathered my legs under myself and rose to my feet. The sun was starting to burn and, while I worshipped my tan, I worshipped my lack of wrinkles and moles more.I dried off the worst of the water, clambered up the long tiled staircase, and popped my head into Olly's room to check on him. He was asleep, and I smiled to myself. I stripped in the bathroom, towelled myself quickly dry, pulled on some sleeping shorts and a tee-shirt, then slipped back into his room. I slowly, gently lowered myself onto his futon next to him, and rolled over so that I c

I dug out some short, tight white cotton pants and a thin baby blue vest. To them I added a white bikini top. I tried to avoid my eyes in the mirror as I dressed, rationalising it away as simply a fishing expedition.But under the platitudes, I burned. Having him masturbating next to me, in my bed, had lit a fire inside me that had been banished for a long time. Sex is something for other people; I've never had much luck with it, and the occasional urge I do feel can be dealt with with a vibrator or my fingers.This, however... I couldn't remember this aching before. This consuming need to touch myself. To be touched.I shed my sleeping clothes and snuck a brief, pensive look at myself. My ribs were showing more. I struggled into my bikini top, then pulled on the white linen shorts, briefly enjoying the sensation of the seam against my bare lips. I pulled on the vest, grinning at the way it accentuated the flatness of my stomach and the curve of my breasts.Finally, I tied my hair up

"She was a year ahead of me. Doing engineering as well. Brilliant. Pretty hot too; she played hockey for the women's second team and I guess that's how we started talking.""Fit?""Reckon she could have run rings around me. She was trying to make the first eleven. She wanted hockey colours.""Describe her.""Five foot ten or so. Slender waist, but a sprinter's build. Pale blue eyes, brown hair with a wave to it. You know the look some Eastern European girls have? That face shape with the delicate jaw and big eyes?""Uh huh.""She had that in spades. Gorgeous. Funny. Interesting.""So why didn't you date her?""Batshit, bunny-boiling crazy. I only found this out after I'd done the deed."I laughed. "Ouch.""Yeah. I wish I'd known that before. Seriously, I considered changing Universities. She was... uncannily good at finding me.""So what happened?" I asked, propping myself up on an arm and watching his face."When?""When you two shagged, dumbo.""Um... Shan...""You said it didn't we

Olly helped me to my room, pulled back my blankets, and gently lowered me onto my bed. He slipped out from under my arm and then knelt on the floor, looking up at me. "Shan, you OK?""Drunk, Olly. Really drunk... and other stuff.""You and me both.""Can you get me some water?""Sure, be right back."I listened as his footsteps faded.I could no longer deny how desperately I needed sex. Olly's running commentary and descriptions of his conquests and likes had turned me on to the point I didn't care any more. And throughout it all I'd been tormented by the vision of him, naked in the shower. The memory of him erect. My body had responded to that like I'd never felt before, and I could no longer abjure the fantasy of him climbing onto me and pushing himself into me.I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to kiss me. I wanted him in me. Decision made, I took the hem of my top and in one slow motion pulled it up and over, off myself. I leaned backwards, arching my back, enjoying the goose

He pulled all the way out of me, then thrust in again. I reached down to myself and started to frantically finger my clit, moaning at its sensitivity. He pulled out again, thrust in again, and I groaned at the impact. I could feel how my muscles spasmed on him, and the panting gasps he let out let me know he could feel it too. Then, suddenly,his orgasm hit - I fell forward onto him, mouth gaping, digging my nails into him and biting down on his neck as I felt him start to throb deep in me.Olly arched, groaning deep in his throat, lifting both of us off the bed as he tried to force himself deeper still. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I cried out; I could feel him coming in me and I loved it, loved the way his cock pulsed, loved the way his muscles tensed, loved the sub-vocal way he echoed me and the strength with which he held me against him.Eventually he released me, and after a moment lying prostrate on him I levered myself up; looked down at him.We said nothing for a moment as we both consi