House Slut 4 – The first afternoon

Sam and Angus had departed for work by the time Tegan exited the shower and Brandon’s door was closed with no obvious signs of life beyond. She assumed since he had a day off from classes he was going to sleep in now that his morning urges had been dealt with, leaving Tegan at something of a loss of what to do with herself. Being drilled in both holes this morning had left her with a fire between her legs but she was determined not to relieve herself, hoping that sooner rather than later her release would come naturally as one of the guys used her.



After towelling off she threw on another sundress, again forgoing underwear, and busied herself with a few chores. She put on a load of washing and started to fill the sink to take care of the dishes from last night’s dinner. As she dipped her hands in the soapy water to wash the dishes she drifted away into a daydream, imagining Sam coming home early, bending her over the sink and driving into her from behind. She gripped the edge of the sink as she bent forward, biting her lip as she clenched her muscles, imagining his length sliding in and out. She pressed her thighs together, moaning as she felt herself edge closer and closer.



Abruptly a sound from the doorway startled her out of her fantasy and she spun around gasping in shock to see Brandon standing there, his mouth agape, a deep in the headlights look on his face, with him apparently being just as startled as her. She felt strangely vulnerable and not because of her semi-nakedness under the dress but because she felt like she had inadvertently shared a moment with him even more private than making him unload hot semen on her face.

“Sorry.” Brandon was the first one to speak.

“Sorry!” Tegan echoed, louder. “I didn’t mean to jump. I just didn’t hear you.” she wiped her wet hands on her dress then leaned back against the bench, trying to adopt a casual air.

“So.” She left the particle hanging in the air between them, waiting for Brandon to make the next move. It had been about an hour since the handjob so there was no doubt Brandon would be more than ready for another round. Unfortunately she had no idea what he wanted from her. Her horniness had her wanting to simply spread her legs invitingly but felt that this kind of forwardness from her would only drive him away.

Brandon opened his mouth as if to speak a few times then ultimately gave up and instead raised a hand to beckon to her. Tegan stepped slowly towards him then let him take her hand in his, guiding her back through the lounge area and down the hall, pausing before taking her into her room flicking on the light, even though the morning sun was streaming in through the vertical blinds. Whatever Brandon had in mind he wanted to see it. Tegan guessed he chose her room because it was tidier, though she self-consciously cast her eyes around for anything particularly out of place. She hadn’t remade her bed after her rude awakening from Angus, though thankfully there was nothing particularly revealing apparent there, such as any stains from errant fluids.

Brandon guided her into the room to stand by the bed then took her dress at the hips and started to lift it. She helpfully raised her arms in a delicate, almost ballet-like movement to help him slip it off her to reveal her nude form once more. She lowered her hands to her sides, unabashed, though Brandon barely looked at her as he draped the dress over the cheap rocking chair from IKEA that held about a quarter of her wardrobe.

Finally he looked at her directly, his body scanning from her face down her nude form. He lingered on her small pert breasts and hard rosy nipples and then again when he reached her smooth hairless mound and slightly puffy lips. Then his eyes swept up again and she couldn’t help but notice that he avoided meeting her eyes this time. Shyly, after a long moment of hesitation, he gestured to the bed. She slowly sat on the edge then after he repeated the gesture, lay down, resting her head back on her pillow. Apparently Brandon was too timid to verbalise, but as long as she didn’t ask any questions and remained compliant he was happy to direct her. That was fine, compliant she could manage.

Standing beside her alongside the bed Brandon leaned over her and started to stroke his fingertips along her skin starting at her shoulder and down her arm, then starting again at her shoulder and down her chest, carefully avoiding her hard nipples and continuing down the sides of her belly and thighs. Tegan tried not to squirm, though it tickled, especially at her sides. Brandon then ran his fingers back up her body, becoming more deliberate with her touch, now running his hands over her skin. He groped her breasts gently then firmly, massaging the tissues as if trying to commit to memory the exact feel of them. He gently circled her nipples with his thumbs then gave them a gentle pinch between thumb and index finger that sent a thrill of pleasure down her body, making her clit throb and legs quiver.

If Brandon noticed he didn’t respond, content apparently to explore her body at his leisure.