House Slut - S01 E62

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House Slut - S01 E62

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 62

“Well that was awkward.” Brandon said quietly once he heard Sam’s bedroom door click shut. Having been interrupted from what seemed to be a promising makeout session headed towards second base, Brandon was slightly at a loss as to how to reignite things.

“Yeah.” Yeong agreed, similarly seemed to be uncertain.

“You… want to see my room?” Brandon suggested, mostly to break the silence.

“Ok.” Yeong said as they both stood up. He let her lead the way, making vague gestures down the hall. As they passed by Sam’s room Brandon thought he could her a creaking movement of his bed and wondered if Sam and Tegan were already fucking. He wondered if Yeong could hear it and was having the same thoughts. Given that he’d just started to feel up Yeong’s breast over the shirt his mind was solely fixed on that. Not that he was expecting to go much further, since they’d only been out a couple of times, but he wanted to at least continue a little bit. When they reached his room he followed Yeong in and closed the door behind them for privacy. Yeong did a slow turn looking around at all the posters covering the walls and slowly sat down on the bed.

“Cool room.” She said with a smile, obviously trying to keep the ice broken.

“Thanks. Some of the posters are a bit outdated but, y’know. It keeps the place interesting.” Brandon say down on the bed next to her, trying to pick a respectful distance that still conveyed interest.

There was another silence. Brandon’s mind raced. Yeong wanted to be here or she wouldn’t have come, and neither of them were offering any topics of conversation. Reasoning that Yeong probably wanted to just go back to making out as much as he did, he threw caution to the winds and leaned over, kissing her. Grateful and releived she started kissing him back. Slowly they sank onto the bed together. For awhile they just kissed, seemingly both experimenting with different styles. Once they had each others’ rhythm figured out their bodies pressed closer together. Brandon ran his hand up Yeong’s back, stroking her strough her shirt. His hand encountered her bra strap through the material and he moved his hand back down, again before eventually sliding his hand lower to cradle Yeong’s ass through her jeans.

Yeong broke off from the kissing momentarily, pulling back. Her eyes studied his face for a moment and then she appeared to make a decision. She sat up and peeled off her t-shirt, doing it in one smooth motion and tossing it down towards their feet, leaning on her hand. She seemed anxious as she waited for Brandon’s reaction.

Brandon took a moment to take in the new sights. Yeong’s belly was flat but not toned. Her light olive skin contrast against her plain white bra, the smooth material seeming to mould perfectly to her breasts. He’d had the thought before but hers were definitely bigger than Tegan’s. He didn’t understand cup sizes but he guessed she had a comfortable handful and his already hard cock jumped at the thought of touching them. He slid his arms around her waist and pulled her close wanting to feel her chest against his as he resumed kissing her with an increased energy. Yeong moved so she was straddling him, her thighs either side of his hips and Brandon stifled a groan as her weight pressed down on his obvious erection. He had no doubt she would be able to feel it even through the thickness of their jeans and hoped it wouldn’t cause any offense. Surely she had to expect it.

Emboldened by Yeong’s move Brand ran his hands up her sides and placed his hands on both smooth bra cups, gently squeezing her breasts through the material. The material seemed thick but not padded, though Brandon had to concede he had no experience on that point. He imagined he could feel her nipples through the fabric, and gently massaged his palms in small circles over those spots. He pullled his lips away from hers and began kissing her neck, slowly moving down to her collarbone and shoulder. One of his hands wandered around behind her and he clumsily began to fumble one-handedly with the hooks but Yeong gently eased his hand away.

“Not yet. Ok?” She whispered. Brandon just nodded, understanding. She didn’t want to go too fast, and she had already taken a big step by removing her shirt. He was horny, but happy to be patient. He decided to make the next move and started to pull his own shirt off from his prone position, which Yeong helped him with before they resumed kissing. Brandon held her by the waist, feeling her bra rub against his bare chest as Yeong gently moved her hips, grinding her crotch against his bulge. Brandon let his hands wander downwards until his hands were gently cupping her ass again, and he gently pulled her against him as she moved. A minute later Yeong slid off him and lay next to him, trailing her hand down his stomach and began to unbutton his pants. With one arm pinned under her, holding her close against him Brandon gently caressed her cheek running his hand down her neck and chest, gently massaging her breast. He was aching to slip his fingers under the fabric and touch her bare skin but resisted until she indicated it was ok. Whatever she had planned once his pants her unbuttoned, he didn’t want to interrupt.

Once his jeans were loosened Yeong began to stroke his cock through his underwear, tracing her fingers over it, finding it’s shape and giving it a gentle squeeze eliciting a twitch in response. She let her hand roam, wandering back and forth as if exploring, and Brandon wondered if Yeong was a virgin like he had been until recently. Or maybe she was just teasing. Her initial shyness seemed to have abated and she was moving forward with determination, maybe emboldened by Brandon’s passiveness and patience. In any case, Brandon wasn’t complaining.

Yeong slid her fingers into the waistband of his boxer-briefs and he felt her fingers glide down his shaft and grip him. He inhaled sharply as she began to jerk him off. Feeling as there was slight disparity in the amount of touching occurring Brandon slid his fingers into the cup of her bra from above and gently squeezed, his fingers finding the tight skin of her areola and the hard pencil eraser like nub of her nipple. He gently squeezed the nipple and make gentle circles around her areola with his fingertips, groaning gently as they continued to kiss. Brandon didn’t know what Yeong’s expectations were, but he knew that he wasn’t going to last long. Reluctantly he slipped his fingers out from under her bra and ran them slowly down Yeong’s belly towards the waistband of her jeans. She broke off the kiss.

“Don’t.” she whispered, seemingly apologetically as she continued to stroke him.

“Sorry.” Brandon said, breathlessly.

“It’s ok. Tell me when.”

“I’m real close.”

“Ok.” Yeong said, and resumed kissing him, pumping her hand faster inside his underwear. Brandon let out a muffled grunt and bucked his hips, then a long sustained groan as he started to cum, several days of pent up sexual frustration releasing all at once as Yeong milked his cock inside his pants. Yeong slowly eased off as his cock slowly stopped twitching and started to soften in her hand and carefully slipped her hand back out, coated in a liberal application of his spunk. Shyly Brandon handed her his shirt to wipe it off which she accepted. Once done she rolled over and snuggled back against him and Braondon took the hint, gently spooning with her. They lay silently for awhile, Brandon with his arms wrapped around Yeong’s waist. Eventually he whispered in her ear.

“Everythnig ok?”

“Yes. Why?”

“Well… I didn’t get to do anything for you.”

“It’s fine.” Yeong said, and Brandon believed he could hear a smile in her voice, so she wasn’t being passive aggressive.

“I’d like to.” Brandon said, trying not to sound pushy. He kissed the back of her neck affectionately.

“I know. But not right now, ok?”

There was another short silence. In response to an unasked question Yeong spoke again.

“I like you Brandon.”

“I like you too Yeong. A lot.”

Yeong rolled over to face him, their faces inches apart.

“That’s why I…” She sighed. “I don’t want to go too fast.”

“We can go as slow as you want.” Brandon reassured her.

“I have to confess something.” Yeong said after another brief silence.

“What’s that?”

“I’m not a virgin.”

“Um.” Brandon hesitated, unsure why she was bringing this up now, but trying to be sensitive about it. “Neither am I. Is that a problem?”

“I was scared you might not want me.”

“Oh Yeong.” Brandon stroked her cheek. “That’s not important.”

“Are you sure?”

“Really sure. Why did you think that would matter?”

“My ex-boyfriend said it.”

“Don’t worry about him.” Brandon said. “That’s a shitty thing to say.”

“Sorry to bring it up.”

“It’s ok. If something is bothering you I want to help. That’s part of being a boyfriend right?”

“You want to be my boyfriend?”

“I uh…” Brandon stammered “…I guess maybe that’s something we need to talk about. If you want.”

“I want to be your girlfriend.”

“Then it’s a deal.”

Yeong kissed him.

“So, want to talk about it?” Brandon asked.

“A little bit.” Yeong kissed his cheek and then sat up, grabbing her shirt and putting it back on.

“Are you going?” Brandon enquired.

“Just to the bathroom. I’ll be back.” Yeong smiled, though there was a trace of sadness in her eyes. “I should wash up.”



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