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The House Slut |
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He shut down his computer and then wished he hadn't. She was so beautiful; he wanted to look at her picture again. The photo was so much more vibrant on screen than on the printout he'd made. He sat back in his seat and shut his eyes. Sometime tomorrow, the twelfth, she said. He had the money ready. He opened his eyes and rose to his feet. He walked to the kitchen, past the living room with its wall of windows overlooking the bright lights of the city. He hardly noticed. He opened the refrigerator and poured himself a glass of milk. He went to his old bedroom and sat on the couch. When he moved out to go to college five years ago his parents had made his bedroom into a study. They left this morning; his stuff was in boxes around him. He might as well move to his parents' room tonight. He could transfer his clothes and sound system tomorrow morning before she came. He sat on the couch remembering getting that email from her, the second one, when she sent her picture. She was outside somewhere. That's all he could tell. She wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing and she looked incredible, better than a dream. Tall, blond, beautiful — face and body. Incredible body. He had a rush when he opened the picture file on the computer for the first time. He heard his blood pound, he tried to breathe. She'd be sleeping with him tomorrow night. Keri and he in his parents' bed. Beautiful Keri. His parents were on a world tour, taking a year off together. They gave him their apartment and money to keep it up. He stood and went to his new bedroom and lay on the bed, his feet hanging off the edge. He had seen Keri's ad a month ago. He was cruising the web and came to a page with advertisements by porn studios looking for actresses and actresses looking for studios. The ad that caught his eye was: "House Slut "Looking for a well-to-do master. I'll be your slut, naked all day, available anytime for you and your friends. Email me — Keriyourhouseslut@yahoo.com" He had sent the email not expecting to hear from her. Keri was fucking beautiful. She said he could do anything, anything. She hoped he had lots of friends. Fucking anything. He got off the bed and carried his empty milk glass to the kitchen. He turned off lights as he went back to the study. He picked up his statistics textbook from his old room and carried it to his parents'. That was the only way he was going to go to sleep tonight. Bore himself to death with statistics. He could wear himself out beating off but he wanted to save himself for her. Tomorrow he'd be buried up to the hilt in her warm pussy. Heaven. He tossed the heavy book on the bed and began undressing. She hadn't asked about him, what he did, much of anything. He thought she'd be pleasantly surprised when he opened the door and she found out he wasn't some cruddy old man but a twenty-two-year-old stud. He looked at himself in the mirror. He hoped he'd looked like a stud. He had gained some weight; he was almost up to one hundred twenty pounds. He turned and looked at himself sideways. He decided maybe looking too much wasn't a good thing. He climbed under the covers and opened his textbook. God. He was tired already. He imagined them sitting together in the dining room at breakfast before he had to leave for class. They'd like each other, talk instead of read. She'd watch his face, wondering if she pleased him. He smiled at her so she knew. She was naked, beautiful; her perfect breasts jiggling a little as she reached for a piece of toast. He'd want her to wear her hair back; he didn't want anything to be covered. Her toes would rub against his shin. Just looking at her gave him a hardon. She'd want to do it one more time before he left; he'd tell her no. He'd be strong, he'd get to class on time this morning. He'd rise, gather his books and she'd be at the door kneeling and begging him to let her suck his cock. He opened his eyes and tried to read his book. His heart hammered; it felt like his tongue was swollen. He closed the book and dropped it onto the floor. He turned out the light and lay back. It was going to be a long night waiting.
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