Taking Chances by Ann Omasta (books for 7th graders .txt) 📕

I looked in my rear view mirror to make sure Seth’s Jeep pulled out of the museum lot behind me. We had decided to go to my house, and I was suddenly nervous about having him in my space.

Courtney had worked the dinner shift tonight, so she wouldn’t be there when we arrived, but she would be coming in later. I wasn’t sure how to let her know not to disturb us. I wondered if I should tie a ‘we are screwing our brains out’ scarf to the doorknob, but decided that was a little crass. She would just have to draw her own conclusions when she saw Seth’s vehicle parked in our driveway.

I was hornier than I ever remember being. In fact, I briefly considered pulling over and having my way with Seth in his Jeep on the side of the road. I pictured myself climbing through the door-less driver’s side and mounting him in one smooth move. I could have him inside me, easing this aching desire within seconds. I tapped the brakes, but at the last minute decided that we would have more room to fool around at home.

I refused to acknowledge the idea that this extreme randiness might be in any way related to my encounter with Sam in the bathroom. Besides, I told myself, I thought he was Seth when we were in there. Any lust that I felt for Sam had to be due to the fact that he looked exactly like his brother.

Even though it only took a few minutes to drive to my house, it felt like an eternity. I was so excited that my fingers shook as I tried to work the keys in the lock of our mahogany front door. When I managed to open the door, Buster thumped his tail a couple of times, but didn’t bother to get up. Tabitha lit out of the room as if her tail were on fire.

As soon as Seth shut the door behind us, I turned and pushed him back against it. I kissed him, plunging my tongue into his mouth. When I reached down, I happily discovered that he was already hard and ready. His groan of pleasure at my touch increased my urgency.

“I need you inside me now,” I pleaded as I worked to loosen his tuxedo pants. I freed him and wrapped both hands loosely around his thick cock, enjoying the velvety smoothness as I stroked up and down the length of him.

He whirled us around, lifting my dress and yanking my lacy thong down. I stepped out of the panties and leaned my back into the door as he lifted me over him. My hand guided him to my opening. I was so slick with desire that he slid right in. I tilted my head back and wrapped my legs around him as he kissed my neck and started circling his hips.

He held me against the front door with one arm as his other hand reached down to rub over me. I was strung so tight that a few quick brushes of his thumb over my clit had me convulsing around him. I cried out as I came hard, wrapping my arms around his neck and ramming my body onto his dick with every fiber of my being. His orgasm was powerful, and he yelled my name as his body tightened and he spilled into me.

We stood there like that for several seconds, breathing hard. Once my brain started to operate properly, I marveled at how strong he must be to have held me like that. I wasn’t a large woman, but I certainly wasn’t a waif. I preferred the word curvy, and he had held me with one arm and a very large penis. Impressive.

After he lowered my feet back to the floor, I did a hand motion indicating the rest of the house, beyond the entryway and said, “So, this is my place.”

“I love it so far,” he replied, and we both chuckled as we straightened our clothes.