The Sweater Diary: Wednesday

Wednesday

I sit behind Julie in Science, and I can tell she did her nails last night:  blindingly shiny red.  The entire class, my eyes wander up and down her body, from her hands to her blonde hair to the side of her sweet tits.  My cock is pulsating most of the class, dying to get home to my sweater, and thankful this is the last period of the day.

The bell rings and Julie turns to talk as we’re packing up.  Heck, now what?  We’ve talked before, but today she’s engaging.  I try to be cool.  We walk out together talking and keep hanging out.  I know I’m not getting home early, but now I don’t care.  She looks cuter and cuter.  We keep walking as far as we can before she turns onto her street.  “See ya tomorrow!” See ya tomorrow.

All during dinner I don’t say much because I can’t stop picturing Julie in the sweater.  Later, Mom and Dad are glued to the TV, and upstairs Lisa’s door is closed with muffled music the only sound escaping under the crack beneath her door.  She’s in there holding the sweater hostage.

I go to bed, unsettled, restless, and fantasizing.  Julie sneaks into my room.  She mounts me wearing only the sweater. We fuck, slowly, teasingly, her hands pressed into my chest holding herself up, her sexy red nails digging into me.  I caress her tits through the sweater.  Gawd, what would that really feel like?  This isn’t helping me sleep.

Frustrated, I get out of bed and crack open my door to peek down the hallway, wondering how the sweater is doing.  To my surprise, Lisa’s bedroom door is wide open and her room is dark.  But then a split second later, the bathroom door opens and she crosses the hallway back into her room.  It happens so quickly my mind needs an extra moment to register, but in that dim light Lisa casually walked in front of my very eyes in only her panties and little white socklets.  I had just witnessed her big luscious tits bouncing across the hallway for two or three gloriously erotic seconds.  My mind was doing somersaults trying to process the vision:  how perfectly her tits were shaped, how they bounced as she walked, how they held up so firmly, how fucking big they were, and how the damn hallway was just a little too dimly lit to see everything!

After Lisa closed her bedroom door, I quietly went back to bed where my fantasy was eagerly awaiting my return.  I grabbed my hard thing and caressed lotion all over it while my imagination immediately superimposed Lisa’s huge naked tits directly onto Julie.  I lay on my back and finished quickly, spectacularly, all over my stomach and spraying up to my chest.  Then I slept like a baby.

To be continued…

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