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Andy looked at me for a moment with a lopsided grin, then bit his lip, eyelids fluttering briefly, when I squeezed his cock, impatient for an answer. It didn’t take long for that smirk to return. "Well, I know Jules has a very strong preference, if it doesn't bother you."

"Well then, of course we should respect that. What is it? Like a guest room?" I was being totally serious. If I was going to have some spur-of-the-moment, intense, condomless sex with someone I admired and respected, I was going to make damned sure his partner was ok with it. Well, I guess, technically, now that I thought about Andy’s phone conversation with Juliet, maybe it had been her idea?...

Andy's grin widened mischievously. "Nope! She'd really rather all activities occur in the main bed." He bent and kissed one of my nipples lightly, looking up at me with intense, blue eyes. I could see slate grey, cerulean, and azure. "(y/n), Jules will want to see the mess we made. She's going to roll around in the sheets we were in, get high from the smell of our sex, get herself off, and then beg me to take her."

What Andy was saying should not have turned me on even more, but it did. It was, well, more than just a little unorthodox. While I had suspected I would enjoy the unconventional for years, I hadn’t actually tried anything that wasn’t pretty vanilla before. I ran my thumb along his frenulum, then choked off just below the head. "Kinky, Mr. Biersack," I teased. He grunted in protest.

"Andy! You're terrible, (your screen name)." I laughed.

"Ok, then, Andy." I stood up, and Andy took my hand and surprised me by pressing a quick kiss to it before standing and leading me to the bedroom. I hadn't been expecting any gestures of kindness or tenderness. Shit, I hadn’t been expecting any of this. Hmm… Andy was a really nice guy.

Andy led me into the bedroom- it was very nice, but nothing completely insane. He turned around (a little comical with his dick still pointing at me out of his pants), and took my other hand in his. It was cute, and with Andy standing, he had to lean down considerably to kiss me. Now he was gentle and careful, and I felt my brain ignite.

"Do you want music, or different lighting? Like, candles?" Andy seemed a little hesitant or shy, suddenly. Was it me? Oh fuck, did he get a better look at me?

"No, I just want you, Andy. But if you've changed your mind, that's totally fine, it's ok-" He cut me off

"No! I'm just, well..." His cheeks reddened a little." It's just that I'm, you know, just a man, like, a human being. I want to make you feel good, (y/n), but I don't know that I will live up to whatever expectations you might have-"

Poor guy. I shook my head, then kissed him, hard, shutting him up. I broke away. "Andy, fuck expectations, ok? We just met! I mean, are you expecting me to be perfect, like, have no birthmarks or cellulite, and everything to go exactly like the smut I've written? Cause there's like a 1% chance I'll fart if I get off." Ok, more like 5%, but he didn't need to know that…

Andy laughed, smiling widely. His nose crinkled a little, it was cute. "No!"

I grinned. "Ok, good. So get your damned pants off!" I smacked him lightly on the butt, then took off my pants and underwear. Thank goodness I had shaved and worn decent undies!

I looked up to find Andy naked and eyeing me hungrily. He brushed a thumb across one of my nipples, making it contract as goosebumps spread across my chest. "(y/n), lay down. Let me taste you."

I wasn't thrilled at the idea, receiving was something I was very insecure about. While I knew I tasted fine, I couldn't help but feel like it was selfish, like I wasn't deserving, especially not from someone as sweet as Andy.

I hesitated, but Andy took charge. He gently but firmly guided me to the bed, bidding me to recline. Nervously, I did, wanting to please him. I lay back on a pillow, then felt Andy parting my legs. "Mmmm..." I felt his sure fingers running up my thigh, then over my mound. He parted my lips and started touching my wetness, and I gasped. "You have a pretty, pink, little pussy, (y/n)."

I bit both my lips between my teeth, determined not to pant or moan... Just as I started to let go, Andy hesitated, stopping all movement. “Oh shit.”

I peeped up at Andy, worried I had done something. “What’s wrong?” He looked a little embarrassed.

Andy cleared his throat and smiled sheepishly. “Um, what year were you born, (y/n)?” I burst out laughing.

“I’m older than you are, Biersack! 1984, like the book.” I kept chuckling until I felt Andy’s fingers resume their movements. Fuck, he had skills!

I wasn't sure what Andy was doing, but he had to be touching my clit, massaging, pinching, and rubbing, it felt amazing. It stopped again for a moment, and I looked up, making an effort not to whine in protest, only to feel the shock of his lips in between my legs.

Andy looked at me as he licked and sucked, and my brain contorted for the pleasure. I was panting and groaning, the hot, carnal gratification spreading through me in waves. Andy shifted, and I felt him enter me with his fingers. I moaned his name as he worked my body, manipulating my nerve endings.

“Andy… Andy... Andy!” The way Andy touched me, the attention he lavished on my body, he was dedicated to whipping my internal storm, stoking the fire of that positive feedback mechanism. A tension began to grow, I couldn’t stop my hips from jerking and spasming against his mouth and hands. I could feel my cunt shuddering around Andy’s fingers as he pumped and worked me while he licked and sucked my clit.

Andy changed the technique he was using with his fingers, and soon I was brought to a culmination so elite and profound I thought Armageddon was upon us. My vision and hearing briefly failed as all that existed was orgasm and Andy.

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#6/9

Just went and saw Deadpool. So that was pretty sick, eh? I loved it! I was thinking of seeing the Witch or Gods of Egypt. Anybody seen either? Or anything else good? I'm generally a horror movie person in particular.