It felt as though heavy winds had caught Breanna, she blinked and the world seemed to shift, she was no longer at Stewart’s place, in fact she had no memory of knowing anyone named Stewart let alone dating them. The world settled and she found herself sitting on a chair, fully clothed, any horny feelings fading.
The room was clean and put together neatly with posters on the walls and a messily made bed. The most notable addition to the room was a guitar set on a stand in the corner. Confusion filled Breanna’s brain until the door opened and she was faced with a guy her age she recognized from her class. He had pitch black hair running down his back in long strands, a few piercings on his face, and dark jeans with a black band shirt on his chest. He had a glass of water in his hand and seemed confused by her presence for a mere moment before his eyes glazed over and he smiled, recognizing Breanna as his girlfriend. Another glass of water appeared in his hands and he handed the spare to Breanna before grabbing that guitar and sitting down on the bed.
He strummed a few notes while she watched him with a smile, eyes half shut and attraction filling her. As he strummed papers appeared around him with musical notes present and lyrics he’d written.
He played a few notes before the door was pushed open and his mom stood in the doorway. “Just going to the store Grant. Don’t get up to any funny business while I’m gone you two.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Grant told her before she left. The door slammed shut, her vehicle started, she pulled from the driveway, and Breanna had her shirt off before she’d even pulled away.
Grant put his guitar down and swept his pages off the bed, taking her into his arms with a grin while she stared at him lovingly, filled to the brim with a hornyness.
“Why don’t you play my cords?” She asked and he laughed before reaching behind her and unclasping her bra. It fell away exposing her beautiful breasts and he cupped them eagerly, smiling as she moaned pleasurably, his dick getting hard and pressing against her supple jean covered rear. They began to feverishly make out and struggle to remove their clothes while feeling each other up. His shirt flew off the bed, her jeans slid down her legs, she undid his fly, and underpants followed.
He lay down on the bed and reached over, digging into his nightstand and pulling out a condom. She bit her lip, impatiently watching as he opened it and snatching it from his hands, unfurling it over his dick and feeing up every portion of it she could lay her fingers on.
She then lowered herself onto him and gave a cry of pure delight as he lay back and grinned at her, rocking up and down on his dick with her breasts bouncing and her face alight with joy. Her body was a perfect sexy instrument. In fact, he wished...