College Girls / Get takeaway and go to Emily's place
From Create Your Own Story
You buzz up to Emily's apartment, holding a bag filled with Chinese food. Emily lets you up and greets you at the door. She's wearing jeans and a t-shirt.
"What did you get? I'm so hungry, haven't eaten all day," she says and takes the bag. She walks into the living room and starts emptying the bag.
"I also brought something else," you say and wave a bottle in front of you.
"Wine with Chinese food?"
"Why not?" Emily laughs and directs you to a corkscrew in the kitchen. You sit down and start eating, making small talk as you do. When you finish eating you notice that Emily has drunk more than half the bottle all by herself and has become quite giddy. You put your hand around her as she scoots closers, rubbing herself against you. You begin fondling her over her clothes. When you slip your hand under her t-shirt and then her bra to lightly pinch a nipple she jumps a little and spills a drop of red wine on her t-shirt. She starts giggling and when she sees the drop she puts down her wine glass.
"Aw. Well, guess I'll have to take it off." She flashes you one of her cute smiles and whips her t-shirt off. The sight of her flat stomach and her breasts, gently embraced in a light red bra with white polka dots brings your cock from its semi-hard state to full rigidity. She leans into you and starts kissing you. The wine seems to have sapped her inhibitions as her tongue plays in your mouth and her hands are under your shirt. After a minute or so she basically rips your shirt off. You go back to kissing and you reach back to the clasp of Emily's bra. It falls off and she throws it over the back of the couch. You make ample use of Emily being topless and rub and squeeze her breasts, which brings a moan of pleasure from her throat as you continue kissing.
After a few minutes of heavy petting you are both ready to move on. Emily takes the initiative as she breaks free, stands up and pulls off her jeans, revealing a pair of panties matching the discarded bra. There is a small wet patch visible on the front of them and as Emily pulls them off they stick to her sex. She stands in the middle of the living room, fully naked, and as she goes to sit up against a windowsill she seems to be challenging you to follow suit. You stand up and pull down your jeans and pants, revealing your proud member. Emily gestures you over to her and when you approach she wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. As you kiss, heavy, enthusiastic kisses you glance past her and out the window. You notice that it faces out on the street below.
Emily sits more fully on the windowsill and spreads her legs. You take the cue and position yourself between them. You are about to thrust into her when you realize something. "What about a condom?" In response she pulls you towards her, forcing you to enter her. She smiles a tipsy smile and kisses you. You don't even think of questioning her and push in further. She raises her legs to wrap around your back. You begin moving, pushing Emily into the window. Emily moves her legs as you thrust, encouraging you on and pushing you deeper in her. Emily begins moaning and quickly grows loud. Glancing out the window again you notice that there are still some people on the street. This gives you an idea.
You pull out of Emily. "What?" she says as she reluctantly lets you. You don't say anything but smile devilishly and direct her to stand and turn around. "Oh, no!" she says. She doesn't seem to have realized that she was being fucked in a window. She begins to turn around but you thrust inside her and push her into the window. "We can't," she says. "Someone might see us."
"So?" you say, a smile plastered onto you face, and begin thrusting harder. You bend over to kiss Emily's back and neck. She seems to have given herself over to this experience and is moaning louder than before, her breasts pushing against the glass as you make love. You feel her getting tighter, hotter and wetter. After what you did behind the art exhibition you suspected she might have an exhibitionist streak to her and this seems to confirm it.
You reach around her and begin rubbing her clit, to which she lets out a pleasurable yelp. A few moments later she says, "Oh, god! I think someone saw us." She turns her head towards you and lets her hair fall in front of her face.
"Yeah?" you say, busy thrusting into her.
"They just took out their phones!" she yells, worry mixed with pleasure in her voice. "They're taking pictures of me! They're taking pictures of me getting fucked in the window!" she shouts, the statement of this fact seems to stimulate her enough to bring about her orgasm, as she tells you a moment later, "I'm cumming!"
You feel her tighten up around you and shudder against the window. This is enough to bring about your own orgasm. You pull out of her and aim your hard cock at her back as you stroke yourself past climax. You ejaculate on her back and ass.
You take a step back and Emily slowly slumps down to the floor. You go and collapse into the couch where you are soon joined by Emily, who stops first to wipe your cum off her back with her red wine stained t-shirt.
"That was great," she says, still in the post-coital haze, and curls up against you. "You are so bad."
"You're the one who wanted to get fucked in the window," you say, to which you get a mock shocked gasp and a light punch on the arm. A minute or so later you say, "That was fun, though."
For a while there is silence. Then, "Yeah, it was." She then raises herself to kiss you and you tenderly make out for a few minutes. Finally, she breaks the kiss and slaps you lightly on the stomach. "I need a shower now because of you and you need to leave so I can get back to studying." You laugh.
"Can't I stay and watch? Or join you?"
"No, you need to leave." You laugh again but stop when a thought occurs to you.
"We didn't use a condom," you say.
Emily smiles at your concern and leans in for another kiss. "That's for caring, but you don't have to worry. I'm on birth control."
You smile and say "Okay." Walking home you go past a group of teenagers, boys maybe fifteen years old, who are telling each other of this lady they saw getting fucked in a window earlier and lamenting the poor quality of their phone cameras. You smile to yourself and send Emily a quick text about what the teenagers said. When you enter your dorm your phone dings, notifying you of a message. You take the phone out to check it and see a picture message from Emily. She just got out of the shower and proudly displays her beautiful breasts to the camera. The picture has the message "For your eyes only ;)" attached. You quickly save the image.
You enter your room and promptly collapse on your bed. The next days pass quickly and before you know it is Friday. You've handed in your assignment and have gotten ready for Peter's party. It should be good. And you know Cynthia, Lisa and Emily will all be there.
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