EroticReverie

Dean 

I smile, when the next day in the afternoon my phone pings with a text from Stacy.

"You told me if I needed it, you'd give it to me." her text says, and I smirk and type out a reply.

"Yes, I did." I type back. 

After fucking Stacy last night, taking her virginity, I'd sent her back to her dorm house. I didn't share my bed , and I knew if I kept her in my bed for an easy morning fuck, that it would only complicate things , make her think this was something more than it was. And what it was, was some good fucking pussy . What it was, was me being a shit fucking friend and losing my already shit moral compass and fucking my best friends high school sweetheart after getting her liqoured up a little.

"I think I need it." she replies and my dick twitches as I smirk at my screen. 

"You think, or you know?" I reply.

"I'm so wet Dean." she types back and I groan. 

"Show me. I'll decide if that holy little cunt is wet enough for my cock." I type back. Wondering if she likes it when I refer to her religous ways when talking to her. 

"Should I come there?" she replies.

"Not till you show you me what you're bringing Stacy." I type back.

"How am I supposed to show you?" she types back and I roll my eyes. 

"Your phone. Take a picture of your pretty little angel cunt and send it to me." I type. 

"I've never taken a nude photo." she types back.

"You're going to be doing a lot of things you've never done." I type.

"Now take your clothes, spread your legs, and snap me a picture of that horny little cunt." I type. 

Silence, she doesn't respond. So I shrug it off and then throw off my towel from my shower. As I'm pulling on my boxers my phone pings. I finish getting dressed, smiling, wondering what the text will say, her shy little Christian excuse of not wanting to take a photo of her pussy, even though she let me pound my dick into it like my cock was her salvation.

A few more pings sound as I finish getting dressed, leaving her hanging , letting her think I've lost interest. When I pick up my phone, I groan, enlarging the picture that she sent. It's from the waist to her knees, legs spread, a simple picture of exactly what I asked. She's not touching herself, it's just her legs spread and her cunt on display. 

"Is that okay?"

"I told you I've never taken a nude photo."

"Say something." 

I smirk at the nervous and insecure texts. 

"You're going to take another one. This time, I want your fingers spreading that pussy, show me where you're fucking wet Stacy. You better be dripping." I reply.

A few minutes later, I get what I want. Sure enough, her gorgeous cunt is soaked, glistening, her pink cunt shining with need and desperation. 

"Bring your cunt to me." I type. "I'll give you what you need angel." 

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Twenty five minutes later I'm opening the door to the frat house, a few guys giving me questioning looks as they see me let in my friends girlfriend. Stacy in a pair of jeans and pink t shirt. Her hot tits strained in the small shirt, stretching the fabric. She blushes , dipping her chin down, to avoid the gazes of the other guys sitting around, watching her do the arrival walk of shame. 

"hi" she says quietly, as I step aside and let her in. 

"upstairs." I say, ignoring the knowing smirks of my frat brothers. 

"I'll be up in a minute." I say. 

She nods, glancing quickly to the guys and then away and moving up the stairs.

After she's out of ear shot.

"Aint that Brant's virgin?" Mike one of my brothers asks. 

"It is.....was." I smirk and several eyebrows lift and Mike laughs.

"Bullshit." he laughs. 

I just grin and draw my phone out of my pocket and because I'm a fucking asshole, I pull up our texts, and toss the phone to Mike , in his lap as he sits up, grabbing it and turningthe phone the right side up and his eyes widen.

"Fuck." he laughs, and lets out a low whistle.

"Shit...Mother Mary is a little slut" he laughs and passes the phone to Kevin and Lance who both look at the photo of Stacy's cunt on my phone. 

"Shit man." Mike laughs, shaking his head. 

"Not a word of this to Brant." I say and he huffs a laugh, taking a sip of his beer. 

"Like I fuckin care about gods little messenger boy...dude is a fucking loser" he laughs and drinks his beer.

I shrug. Because Brant wasn't a loser, he just wasn't like us. He's a decent guy...the kind of guy girls like Stacy deserve....just apparently...not the kind of guy they really want. 

I grab my phone from Kevin and pocket it. 

"We arent saying a thing" Kevin says and Lance laughs.

"You fucked her? when?" Kevin asks. 

"Last night. During the party." I say. 

"Fuck, I've never had a virgin" Lance groans. "she tight?" 

"so tight." I smirk. 

Mike groans. "Send her my way when you're done" he laughs and the other two say the same. 

"Find your own" I laugh and throw them the finger and go upstairs to Stacy.

She's sitting on my bed, legs over the edge, and hands at her sides, gripping the edge of the bed. 

"why are your clothes still on?" I ask , leaving the door wide open and walking over to the bed.

"Arent you going to close the door?" she asks nervously, leaning back slightly as I stand right in front of her, looking down at her. 

"I dont have a reason to...you're clothes are on." I say and then reach down, letting my hand grab one of her breasts through her pink short sleeved shirt, groping her as her breath hitches. 

"I can take them off." she replies and I ping her nipple through her top, and she whimpers, her chest lifting as she leans back a bit more. 

"Then take them off." I say and drop my hand and step back. 

"Close the door?" she asks. I shake my head. 

Her brows pinch.

"What if someone walks by?" she asks. 

"Someone WILL walk by...eventually....and they're going to see you....naked....on your knees....kneeling like you're praying to god...with my cock in your mouth." I say and she swallows, blinking. 

"What?" she asks and I smirk. 

"You heard me angel. Now take your clothes off." I say and step back more as she looks at me, and I lean against the wall, arms crossed as she just looks at me. 

"If they see me....they'll tell Brant." she says.

I smirk with amusement. 

"They already know why you're here....it doesn't matter. And they won't say a fucking word to Brant...now stand up...and take your clothes off...or leave." I say. "Dont waste my time. You said you wanted it. So take your clothes off so I can give it to you." I tell her and she parts her mouth. 

"Why are you being mean?" she asks. 

"Why are you still asking questions instead of getting naked?" I ask , cocking my head. 

Her blue eyes flare and she huffs and stands. 

"You know what, forget it, this is a bad idea and-" I stop her, moving forward, and pushing her back onto the bed as she goes to get up. She yelps as she falls back. 

"Fine....I'll fucking do it." I growl and grab at her jeans. 

"dean!" she shrieks. but then is panting , squirming as I undo her jeans, pulling them off, yanking them down, I grin down at her. 

"The second I get your clothes off...I want you on your fucking knees." I growl, pulling her sneakers and sucks off, removing her pants and panties the rest of the way and she whimpers , moaning as I grab her shirt and pull it up, making her sit up, her arms lifting, and then I remove her bra, successfully stripping her. 

"Knees." I command her. 

"i've never-"

"Knees. Now." I growl and she slips off the bed and to her knees.

"I don't care if you've never sucked cock...you're gonna fucking learn....because this is what I want....if you want my dick for your naughty little fucking cunt....then you're gonna learn to fucking suck it .....now open your fucking mouth"