Tonight, a lot of us met at the gaming bar a few blocks from campus. They have so many televisions, and each one is connected to a system of one type or other. There are several PS4s and XBox Ones right now, with a few older systems hooked up toward the back for the hardcore gamers who like it old-school.
I sat down at a PS4 station, and I created a character in Neverwinter. No sooner did I complete the character creation than a guy sat down next to me at the next station. He turned on Neverwinter and pulled up a lvl 15 character. We started chatting, mostly about the game, but the topics started to turn toward more personal dialogue. I found out he stayed on campus, too. After we gamed for an hour or so, he offered to walk me back to my dorm when he noticed me getting ready to leave. I let him.
When we got to my building, I invited him up. My roommate was in, and I knew it, but it was just a new friend. He accepted, and I brought him to my room and introduced him to my roomie. She thought he was hot, and I could tell because of the slight tint of a blush that lit her cheeks up. Well, being who I am, I started getting feisty with him. I did a little touching, feeling, and then progressed to kissing. My roomie was getting uncomfortable, and I knew it. So, I pulled her over to him and sat her down. Then, I stood in front of both of them and started stripping.
He was getting into it, but my roommate was trying hard to look anywhere but at me. By the time I was done, he had a tent and she was beet red. I turned her face to me and started kissing her. I hoped I wouldn’t regret this later, but I couldn’t abide living in the stilted environment with her being so uptight anymore. She resisted at first, even struggling a little, but she started getting into it as my tongue found the inside of her lips and my hands caressed her head. I wasn’t worried about him at this moment, only her. I knew he was into this.
She finally conceded and let me love her. I stripped her slowly, knowing she had never been with a girl. I wasn’t even sure she’d ever been with a guy. I worshiped every inch of her that I uncovered until she knew that she had no reason to be ashamed or scared. Once she was undressed and getting into it, I invited him to join us. We fucked and sucked and rolled around in our beds all night long. If she had been a virgin before, she certainly couldn’t say it anymore. I left them early in the morning, when she wrapped herself up and he wrapped himself around her. This is probably a very good thing for her. I was very happy to be the catalyst that brought it about.
I love to dance, I always have. Ballet has always been high on my list of important things to keep up with. Daddy signed me up when I was really little and I fell in love with it. So did Daddy, he loves watching how happy I get also doesn’t hurt I wear a skin tight outfit that barely covers any skin as it is. Daddy always loves to see me in my tutu twirling but as soon as I am in my leotard he is so hard. I can sometimes even see how turned on he is through his parts while I am across the room dancing. I love seeing how excited he gets and how much he wants me. I feel so good in my leotard when he reacts like that. His need for me only grows as practice goes on. Once we are home though, I am his. He likes to make that very clear, once inside the doors of our home he loves to give me a nice raw and rough fucking right in the front foyer.
