My Wiccan Modeling Experience: Part Two- Getting to Know Emma
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I texted Emma back the next morning, then put on a tee shirt and shorts and head to class. I still feel a little odd about the events of last night, but the crisp, cool morning air helps me to shake it off. I take my usual place in the back of the room and take out my notebook, not because I need it, but so I look engaged. I don’t even know why I’m here. The professor doesn’t take attendance, and it’s just a required arts credit. We’re watching Shawshank Redemption, which I have already seen. It’s supposedly to help us identify elements that make a great screenplay, but I think the professor just wanted a break.
However, I am too proud of my image as a great student to bail, and because my afternoon class was cancelled, it’s my only class for the day. More students file in, and the professor shuffles to the light switch, darkens the room, and starts the film. My eyes are glazing over when I see a notification pop up on my phone- a text from Emma.
I put the phone in my lap, turn down the brightness, and open the full message.
“Hey you, I’ve got my apartment all to myself. Want to come over and hang out?? ;)”
It’s tempting, but I text her back the truth: “I have class right now. Can I come over later?”
She replies almost instantly. “Awww? Seriously? So lame. I wanted to see you before class. And don’t you need your clothes back?”
Then a photo pops up on my phone- it’s a low-res image of her in the mirror, head cropped out, in a sheer, ultra-girly pink bodysuit, wearing my sweats on the bottom. I pull my phone in closer to make sure the guy next to me can’t see the image.
I am convinced. I sigh to myself and text back, “Ok… send me your address. Ill be there ASAP.”
“Yayy!” She sent me her address, and I snuck out the back of the room. I stopped by my apartment to pick up her stuff. I put her borrowed clothes back into my bag and headed to the address.
She lived off campus, in an actual house, not an apartment. I knocked on the door, and she answered, wearing a purple kimono.
“Hey, you,” I say, setting down the bag of clothes. “Is anyone else home?”
“No,” she says. “Aya is on a trip to the Brooklyn Museum for art class, and my other roommate is out of town.”
I nod and look around. The house is a little cluttered and eclectic, but certainly far neater than most students would keep a house like this. “It’s a nice place,” I say, taking off my shoes.
“Thanks…” she trails off. I realize that she’s not giving off a lot of sexy vibes.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
She sighs, wrinkling her forehead. Then she wordlessly shows me her hands. She has short, square violet nails- but one is missing.
“I don’t understand- you messed up your manicure?”
She rolls her eyes, sniffling. “No! They’re acrylics. I lost one…” she trails off.
“Where did you lose it?” I ask. I didn’t feel her nails last night, they were so short.
“Well… I was touching myself when I was texting you…”
I realize. Oh boy. “Is it in your vag?” I ask.
“Ew! Don’t say it like that!” She cringes. “I tried to get it out. But I was too scared to lose another one.”
“That makes sense. It’s ok. I can help you get it out. I bet it will be super easy.”
“I know, it’s just… I wanted this to be sexy.” She rolls her eyes again. “I’m such an idiot.”
“Once we get it out, I promise I won’t mention it.”
“Alright,” she sighs.
She leads me upstairs to her room. The first thing I notice is the decor- her walls are covered in male and female nudes. Paintings, photos, statues- even a few engravings.
“Is all this your art?”
“Everything but the sculptures. I’m doing my concentration on the human form.”
“Wow, these are amazing. You’re so talented.” I love the art, and it lends the room such an unusual and sexy atmosphere.
“Thanks,” she says, lighting some incense before laying on her bed. She opens up her kimono, revealing the cute pink bodysuit I had seen earlier. She unsnaps the bottom, revealing her pussy, shaven with just a hint of stubble.
I sit down next to her, appreciating the view. She’s such a natural beauty- her dark hair isn’t dyed, her brows are a little unruly, and she’s not wearing any makeup. I like her a lot, even though she’s a little bit- I don’t know how to describe it. Unstable? Moody?
She opens up her legs. The slit of her pussy lips is closed, and she doesn’t look very turned on. “Do you have any lube? I just don’t think I am going to reach right in.”
“No, I don’t, sorry.”
“Ok, well. I’m going to have to use some spit, then.”
“Uh… I don’t know… I’m not feeling sexy right now. I just think it would be weird if you licked it.” She reaches down with one hand, as if to cover herself from me.
“Emma. Jesus. I’m going to have to get it out. It’s either this or we go to urgent care and someone else fishes it out, and it goes on your parent’s insurance, right? I’ve made that mistake with something before.”
“Oh wow. I didn’t think of that.” She opens up her legs wider.
“Mhm hmm.” I mumble, sliding my fingers into my mouth to wet them. Then I start stroking just inside her slit, using the wetness️ to open her pussy up. “See? Not so bad. You don’t have to be embarrassed.”
She closes her eyes, and I can feel her relax by the second. I keep rubbing, then fully slide her lips apart, revealing her clit and vaginal opening. I then use just one finger to rub over the top of her clit, then start making slow circles around it. She’s getting more and more wet, and her clit looks swollen. I don’t touch it directly- instead, I place my hand over the entire area, pressing with my first three fingers, stimulating her without making direct contact.
“Oh, wow, that feels really good.” She says.
“Is it okay if I try and get it out now?” I ask.
“Yeah, I think so.”
I reach into her soft opening with just one finger. She’s tight, but it goes in easily. I wiggle it around as I push, and quickly feel a sharp object. I flip it around with more wiggling, so the curved inside is stuck to my fingertip, and slide it back out.
“You got it!”
“Yup, sure did,” I say. I put the nail on the table and place my hand back between her spread legs. “I think it’s important to keep fluids moving around in there, to make sure your body can get out any toxins.”
She sighed as my fingers enter her again. I am more forceful, hooking in two fingers and using energy from my whole arm to start fingering her harder. She looks so sexy, nipples poking through her sheer lingerie, eyes closed, breathing heavily.
I pick up the pace, and she grabs her legs and pulls them open even further. She starts to really moan, so I add a third finger, stretching her pussy out even more. She’s tight but she’s really opening up.
“You like that?” I ask, thrusting my arm even harder.
“Yes, oh my god, yes.”
“You know I’m basically fisting you right now, right?”
She squeals. “Really?”
I slide my pinky in as well, so four fingers are inside, coated in her dripping juice. “Yeah, now I really am.” I use all the force left in my arm, burying my hand inside her once-tiny hole. The movement causes her soft, thick ass to shake like crazy, but she still maintains her position, spreading her legs out for me.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries, as she cums, squirting even more wetness out. It doesn’t quite hit my face, but it soaks the bedspread between us. I extract my arm and give the top of her pussy mound a little slap.
“Good job,” I say, and before she has the chance to catch her breath, I take off my shorts and panties and straddle her tired body. “Now you’ve got to do something for me.”
She nods and pulls my hips up to her face, and starts eating me out vigorously, much more intensely than she had last night. Her technique is excellent, and I cum within two minutes. When I’m done I climb off her and slide next to her.
“You’re really good at that,” I say, spooning her and reaching for a tiny breast. I pull down the top of her suit so she’s more exposed. Her luscious ass rests against my naked hips, soft and warm.
“Thanks. I try my best.”
I assume we’ll have some time to mess around more, until Emma reminds me she has class soon. “If I don’t go, the professor takes ten points off my grade.”
“Ew. What a sadist.” I pull her close to me, enjoying the cuddle before she has to go.
“I know, right?” She closes her eyes. “Now I’m so tired.” But a few moments later, she slides away from me and walks to her closet, throwing on a hoodie and shorts over her lingerie.
“Alright, I’ll take that as my cue.” I put my clothes on, and we walk out together. I purposely forget my borrowed clothes so I have an excuse to see her again.
When we get to the street where my apartment is, I say goodbye.
“Do I get a hug?” She asks. I pull her in for a hug, and she whispers into my ear, “that was really amazing.”
“Yeah, it was,” I whisper back.
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Submitted April 29, 2019 at 02:16AM by kelsssss99 http://bit.ly/2UNBORM
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