Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

One Little Moan: 5

It was impossible to forget that night, even a week later, but Taylor tried. Kevin's cocky smile haunted her

though. Awake or asleep, it would cback to her at random times. It made her uncomfortably wet in class,

and kept her horny pretty much all the tnow. She tried to imagine other men when she masturbated to

relieve the pressure. That was something she'd barely done since school had started, but it didn't help. No

matter who's face she put on the man in her fantasies, that damn smile always cback, and with it, those

words "Your cherry is mine, and no one else is going to fuck you and until I've stretched you out properly."

Nothing made her cum like that threat, and it lingered long after the words he'd written on her had faded.

It wasn't just the mental reminders of that morning she had to avoid though. Even though she'd hoped that Sara

would lose interest in him pretty quick, she kept bringing him back to their room, or coming hfrom his

apartment looking freshly fucked and reeking of sex. After a week of listening to the couple, Taylor's jealousy

that she was having to settle for her fingers while her roommate was getting fucked into oblivion by his dick was

only rivaled by the fear that one day that might actually be the girl pinned beneath Kevin's strong young body.

She did everything she could to avoid him of course. She made sure she was never hduring the day unless

her roommate was, but with the way she caught him looking at her when she saw him on campus sometimes

Taylor knew it wasn't going to be enough.

She'd never felt so conflicted about something in her whole life. On the one hand she wasn't trying to save

herself for a future husband or something - she just hadn't found the right guy. On the other hand, she knew for

certain that Kevin was not the right guy. The right man for her would never treat her roommate the way he did.

That much was obvious. Knowing that didn't stop her from melting a little bit every tshe fantasized about

him having sex with her though. It was an uneasy balance that worked well enough that Sara didn't seem to

notice her acting any weirder than usual thankfully. Everything was normal enough in their room aside from the

quiet bouts of late night sex that neither of them ever mentioned, at least until the night Kevin brought Sara

hfrom a date so drunk he had to almost carry her through the door. Taylor had been up late studying for

midterms, when suddenly she felt their door slam open. She turned from the book covered desk in tto see

the pair stumble through together, and took off her headphones to hear what it was they were laughing about.

"Hey Tay," Sara slurred, sounding less than happy to see her. "Why are you still up?"

"Sara, are you..." Taylor trailed off, not quite sure what to say. Asking her if she was okay would just seem

patronizing, but what else could she say. Sara was a mess.

"Because we were going to... You know..." Taylor said, trying to seem clever and subtle while she hinted at how

much she wanted to get laid, but wasted as she was, she'd entirely lost those abilities.

"Easy now baby," Kevin said, easing her down into her bunk. "I don't think you're in any shape for fucking

tonight. I told you - you had too much."

"Please Kev. Pretty please," Sara asked, practically begging. "I know it would feel so good like this..." She'd

obviously forgotten that her roommate was there for a moment.

"Hey Kevin, can | talk to you," Taylor interjected, as he placed a trash can next to Sara's bed."

"Sure Tay," he answered, obviously mocking her.

"In the hall," she said, opening the door and stepping out. Kevin's only answer was that smug grin as he put his

hand in his pockets and followed her out.

"Don't you know she's not old enough to drink," Taylor chastised him as soon as she closed the door behind

them. She spoke as quietly as she could, and the hall was empty, but she was still worried someone might

overhear them. "Relax mom," he answered sarcastically. "She's fine. All's well that ends well, okay?"

"She could have gotten in a lot of trouble okay?" Taylor hissed, trying to make him see reason. "Look. | think

you're a terrible influence on her okay? She's always had bad taste in guys, but Sara has never been like this

before you. I---" "I don't care what you think," he said, cutting her off. As he leaned forward and spoke those

words she could smell how much he'd had to drink too. He was probably almost as drunk as Sara, she thought

with a shiver. He was just better at holding it because he did this all the time. "But you should know that

everyone is old enough with a good fake ID," he gloated, leaning forward to make her feel uncomfortable. "Not

that the guys at the frat party we went to were checking the IDs of eminently bangable young hotties like your

friend here."

"How much did she have?" Taylor asked, turning from the now passed out girl back to the man that had caused

all this trouble. "Do | need to stay up with her, to make sure she doesn't choke on her own vomit?" "Seriously?"

he laughed concerns loudly enough that she looked down the hall in both directions to make sure no one else

was peaking out the door to see what was going on. "More than a little, but less than a lot. She'll be fine." "Can

you keep it down?" Taylor protested, "The last thing | want is to be associated with a guy like--" Kevin leaned

forward and kissed her then. Pinning her to the door with his mouth. She struggled against him, beating her fists

impotently against his chest, but after a few seconds of his tongue dancing in her mouth she began to melt into

him. The last thing she wanted was to be kissed somewhere where someone could see. That he was doing this

publicly was almost as bad as the taste. Kevin's mouth was a deeply unsexy mixture of cigarettes and beer, but

even with those details, the experience still swept away her resistance. When he finally broke the kiss seconds

later, Taylor was left gasping and aching for more. "We shouldn't," Taylor gasped as Kevin looked down at her

smiling. "Not out here, people might--"

"You're right," he said, opening the door she was leaning against, stumbling a few feet backwards. Then he

advanced on her again, and she was aghast. Was he so drunk that he'd forgotten Sara was in here? Was he

going to make a move on Taylor right in front of her? A quick glance at the bed as she backed up and she saw

that it looked like Sara had her eyes closed, so maybe she hadn't noticed yet. Taylor breathed a sigh of relief. She

knew just how hung up Sara was on the handssenior, and she'd never forgive her roommate if she thought

Taylor was making a move on Kevin.

"Stop goofing around," Taylor whispered, retreating until she bumped into the desk on the far side of the room.

"Who's goofing around," Kevin answered, moving in for another kiss now that she was trapped.

"Sara is right there," she hissed in an aggressive whisper, turning her head to avoid his lips, "She'll--" Taylor

never got the chance to finish that sentence, because as she spoke Kevin grabbed a handful of her auburn hair

and forced her to turn and face him so he could kiss her again. This ther resistance burst into flames as soon

as his lips touched hers. Something about the way he'd pulled her hair and possessively forced his lips against

hers awakened something slumbering deep inside her soul. That little jolt of pain was something she'd never

even suspected she needed until Kevin had used it to light her body on fire as easily as using a lighter.