House Slut - S01 E63

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House Slut - S01 E63

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 63

Tegan was just done wiping the remnant’s of Sam’s semen off her face when Yeong stumbled into the bathroom and turned to face her, hoping she had gotten it all.

“Oh, sorry!” Yeong said, startled as she wiped her eyes. “The door was open.”

“My bad.” Tegan smiled. She was slightly concious of the fact she was only wearing an oversized t-shirt she normally slept in that only fell halfway down her thighs, and even that concession to modesty was only in consideration of the fact she knew Yeong was still in the house. She studied Yeong’s face. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh… no.” Yeong walked over to the sink, turning on the taps and washing her hands then splashing some water on her face before taking the cleanest looking hand towel to dry herself. “I was just talking to Brandon.”

“Was it a… bad talk?” Tegan asked. Yeong laughed awkwardly.

“No. I’m sorry. It was a good talk, but about some sad things.” Yeong sighed. “Old things.”

“Oh. Well that’s good. Sort of.” Tegan shrugged helplessly. Why was it so hard to talk to another girl? Was she really that out of practice? Tegan started for the door.

“Tegan?”

“Yeah?”

“Brandon… he’s a good guy, right?”

“Brandon is one of the kindest guys I know. And for what it’s worth, I think he he really likes you.”

“My last boyfriend was… not like him.”

“We should talk about it some time. I’m a pretty good listener and it’d be nice to have another girl around to complain about boys with.”

“I’d appreciate that.” Yeong followed Tegan out the door and turned to head back to Brandon’s room.



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Brandon had stripped out of his jeans and underwear and put on some fresh light sweatpants in Yeong’s absence and was lying on the bed waiting for her to return. She closed the door behind herself and lay down next to him again. He wrapped his arms around her and they lay in silence for a couple of minutes. Yeong seemed to be composing her thoughts and Brandon was happy to let her.

““I want to be open with you.” She began.

“Go ahead, please.”

“I was with this boy in high school. I liked him a lot but I think he didn’t really care about me. After about six weeks of us being together he said if I really liked him, I would let him…” Yeong trailed off.

“Oh.” Brandon said, sympthetically.

“So, I let him, because I wanted to make him happy.” Yeong sighed. “And after that he did not respect me. He only wanted to do it, and didn’t want to spend time with me anymore. After we did it a few times I heard him brag to his friends. He told them private details, things about my body, and made me feel ashamed.” Yeong’s voice cracked.

“You don’t have to tell me if it’s too hard.” Brandon said. Yeong shook her head.

“I want you to understand.” Yeong took a moment to compose herself and continued. “After a couple of weeks I told him I didn’t want to anymore and he broke up with me. Said I was a slut and no other boy would want me now. Said things about my body – I know he just wanted to hurt me, but…”

“That’s why you didn’t want me to touch you?”

Yeong nodded.

“Well I don’t think there’s anything wrong with your body.” Brandon said, hoping it would sound reassuring.

“That reputation followed me through the rest of the year until I graduated high school. Whenever boys talked to me I assumed they thought that it was because I would have sex with them.” Yeong continued “So I avoided talking to anyone. When I came to college I wanted it to be a fresh start, without everyone thinking I’m some kind of easy target.”

“I don’t think of you that way. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want.”

“Thank you, I won’t. I mean, I want to. But it’s hard.”

“It’s ok.”

“So, you still want to be my boyfriend?” Yeong asked with a note of wry derision.

“Of course.”


Yeong kissed him, gently at first then with a renewed vigor. After a minute of kissing she rolled on top of him again and broke the kiss to remove her shirt a second time before resuming. Brandon ran his hands up her sides and back, caressing her skin as they kissed. After a short while Yeong gently guided one of his arms so that his hand was on the bra hooks and he took the hint, carefully unfastening the bra. It popped open and the straps went slack. Yeong sat up and let Brandon slowly ease the straps down over her shoulders, biting her lip anxiously as he lowered the cups and exposed her breasts. They were firm, and free of containment Brandon upped his estimate of their size. The sat high on her chest even without support and there was no sag against her ribs. Her nipples were the hard pencil-eraser size he expected to see after his exploration earlier but her areola were surprisingly small, only a small ring of dark-coloured skin surounded the hard nub. After setting her bra aside Brandon gently cupped her breasts in his hands, gently massaging their softness, caressing her nipples with his thumbs. He glanced up at Yeong’s face, realising she had been watching him for awhile. He didn’t know what to say so he simply slid his hand behind her back again and pulled her down to him to resume kissing her, enjoying the feel of her bare breasts against his skin.


It wasn’t long before he could feel himself growing hard again, his bulge rising under the crotch of Yeong’s jeans. The thought occurred to him that it would be selfish for him to expect her to take care of him again without reciprocating and ran his hands down her sides and slid his fingers into the waistband of her jeans, easing them between their bodies to start to unfasten her jeans. Yeong pulled back slightly from the kiss and looked down at him, a mix of feelings crossing her face. She didn’t say anything to stop him, and he tried to read her expression for clues.


After a few moments hesitation she resumed kissing him which he took as a signal for him to continue. He undid each button of the fly then started to push her jeans down over Yeong’s ass. She rolled off him for a moment to squirm out of them before straddling him again. Brandon couldn’t help but glance down as she did and caught a glimpse of her plain white cotton panties that matched her bra, her crotch pressing down directly on the aching lump barely concealed by his thin sweatpants. There was no question that she could feel every inch of him through the material just as he could feel the warmth radiating from her. Yeong’s breath caught in her throat as she sat on him, her gasp the first sound she had made that indicated obvious pleasure.


Acting on a sudden impluse to take control before he accidentally creamed his pants a second time Brandon pulled Yeong down next to him on the bed and rolled on top of her, starting to kiss his way down her neck and to her chest. He resumed groping her firm breasts and took each nipple on his mouth in turn, sucking gently and swirling his tongue around the sensitive erectile tissues. Yeong gasped again, lacing her fingers behind his head and pulling his mouth against her breasts. Brandon slid his thigh between hers and pressed against her crotch, and felt her hips move in response to the pressure. He ran his right hand down her skin and started caressing her lower belly along the waistband of her panties, waiting for Yeong to give him a signal that she was ok for him to keep going.