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Simon is a virgin, that's for sure.
Too much time alone in his room had given him the opportunity to masturbate from time to time. Maybe while watching porn, his hand eagerly explored his own body in a shameless way only when he wasn't rotting in his room.
Although lately his head was clouded with different thoughts... on you.
You were friends, only not as close friends as he used to be with Sophie. He would see you from time to time passing by your own classes at the university, some times you two would say hello to each other and that was all the interaction you could have on any normal day... But that didn't stop him from starting to think of you in a different way. A secret he was sure he was going to take to the grave.
The way your clothes molded perfectly to your body, your curves... He loved the way you could look so fucking sexy without needing to wear anything revealing. Just the figure you projected...he loved the way you looked in simple clothes or when you dared to wear skirts and, fuck, the image of your bare legs drove him crazy.
Though of course, none of this was ever going to come out of his mouth. It wasn't even like you were close friends... and being as socially awkward as he was, he definitely wasn't going to do anything about it... Except, of course, jerking off thinking about you.
His hand moved up and down in slow but steady movements... He had taken off only one glove awkwardly to guide his left hand to his cock. The red tip as if it demanded attention, and fast. The slight image of you was making him very, very needy. Could you blame him? No one had ever touched him before, just his inexperienced hands teasing the tip of his cock, sliding his entire palm up and down its length messily while his other hand covered his own mouth because another fact about Simon Henriksson was that he was loud as fuck.
He imagined squeezing your thighs, slowly moving his hand up to your cunt to tease your clit without any shame. He wanted you to be wearing a skirt when he touched you just so he could slip his hands under it and squeeze your ass cheeks under the fabric, feel your body pressed against his and feel your tongue on his. God, it sure would feel like heaven, he could bet.
He thought about what it would be like to touch you... your skin looked so soft, he wanted to hold you against him. Would you be dominant with him? He would even let you take control, spit on him if you wanted to, hit him if you wanted to. The idea of seeing you on top of him was beyond perfect, you would look so beautiful on top of him.
His breath was heavy and he found himself craving for more pleasure. His hips began to move upwards to give his own hand thrusts as he kept moving it over his hard cock, his fluids all over his hand and dick, spreading them all over his length as he thought about what he would do to you if only you would give him the chance.... Oh, only you could get him this hard. So fucking turned on. Only you could make him this bad and he didn't know if the worst part was that you didn't have a clue about it.
The now living image of you clouded his senses and he bit his lip hard as he felt his lower abdomen tighten from the growing pleasure and his legs tremble. His mouth barely emitted low grunts as his load fell onto his bare abdomen... luckily, he had removed his hoodie, it would certainly be a shame to stain it with his own cum.
As the pleasure dissipated and his breathing returned to normal, the feeling of guilt came. A grimace present on his face as he felt ashamed once he had finished. His eyes fixed on his cum-stained hand as he thought about how he was a complete freak for jerking off so badly thinking about you.... then he grunted at the thought of having to clean up his mess and the need to take a bath.
After taking a shower, he came out of the bathroom with his hair still dripping. He didn't even bother to brush it off and just let it dry. He put his hoodie back on and prepared to take one of his usual walks around the city, take the subway and just go out and escape for a while.
He took his bag without much interest in taking anything else with him and left the house. His mother was probably asleep and he was going to leave her a message later that he was out and would be back later, as usual.
It was already late, the subway station and the streets were somewhat deserted, and it is for that reason that he decided to go out at this hour.
He decided to just lean his back against the wall of the subway station, with the anti-depression posters that have been there for a long time, worn out and some with even graffiti covering the ads.
He took out of his bag his cigar box and took one out to put it in his mouth as he searched for the lighter in his bag.
"Fan..." he muttered under his breath, his hand wandering all over his bag as he didn't feel his lighter inside.
Suddenly the presence of someone else made him startle. "I got it." That voice, that fucking voice.
There you were. Holding towards him the lighter he was looking for a few seconds before, he looked at you as if he had seen a ghost until he pulled himself together and a nervous smile appeared on his lips. It felt so rare for him to smile lately.
"[name]... you... Thank you...." He said nervously as he took the lighter from your hands. The touch of your soft fingers made him shiver but he tried to hide it. "Why did you have it?..."
Suddenly he felt like he had completely forgotten how to light an ordinary cigarette.
"You left it on one of the tables... I just thought you might forgot it during the change of classes. I'd know that lighter anywhere." You smiled at him. That smile of yours...
"Well... you showed up at a good time, I must say..." He surprised himself by not hesitating to speak. At least not that much. “What are you doing here?”
You shrugged. "Honestly nothing. I just wanted to get out of my house for a few hours."
It was no surprise to him to think that you might have family problems that you wanted to escape from for a night. And he understood perfectly. Even the idea that you had something in common, something as hard as that, thrilled him.
"I see..." although he couldn't think of anything else to say.
You instead just smiled at him a little to lighten the mood. Personally, you liked Simon, maybe a lot. The idea of getting to know him further didn't displease you and was even quite appealing to you. So, as he lit the cigarette that was at his lips, you leaned against the wall next to him, following his movements with your gaze, and he noticed that. His hands had an involuntary tremble as he felt your gaze on him, his breathing slowed a little.
Finally he took a puff of his cigar, lowering his hand to the side as he tried not to pay too much attention to your body, to your mere presence so close to him, but failed. His eyes traveled from your bare legs... you were wearing fishnet stockings, you stole his breath. Damn his luck.
The light touch of your arms side by side made him feel even sensitive, he prayed to whoever was up there that you wouldn't notice his condition. Thoughts managed to fill his head, the idea of kissing those plump lips of yours and feeling you pressed against him. He wanted to feel you so badly.
The slight annoying pressure that was forming in his pants made his thoughts stop dead in their tracks. This couldn't be happening...not with you by his side.
He sighed a little at the thought that maybe you wouldn't notice. He tried to think of other things. Yes, he could do that. On the boring, tedious math classes and homework which the dates were coming due and he hadn't done anything. He could think about David inviting him over this weekend to smoke and get high. He could think of your hand on his shoulder, moving up to the juncture of his neck, he could think of your slender fingers stroking his jaw and tracing his features.
He turned to look at you instantly as he realized what was happening.
"Wanna kiss or something?" You said.
"...Yeah."
He had never considered himself lucky in any aspect of his life, on the contrary, he considered himself totally miserable. How did a few words of yours make him forget everything so quickly?
He wasted no time in turning to you, now facing you fully, he put his hands on your waist and pulled you to him, as if he had already foreseen that this would happen. There was no chance that you meant this as a joke, he could feel it in the way you touched him, running your hands over him and tracing his jaw as if you had done it a hundred times before. He loved that.
Without wasting any more time, he put a hand up to your chin and pulled you to his face, his lips pressed against yours as if he were a hungry man and was feeding only on your mouth. His lips felt a little chapped, you could guess that he was biting his lips and picking the skin off with his teeth, but you didn't mind too much. Obviously, you reciprocated with enthusiasm and matching that same intensity. Your hands went up to his neck, under his hood, you buried your fingers in his hair by his nape, that sensation made him let out a low growl against your lips. That sound did nothing but encourage you, you wanted to get more of those sounds out of his mouth...
With the help of his firm grip on your waist, Simon pulls you against the wall and kisses you with more need, his breathing sounding fast and heavy as his tongue thrusts into your mouth. You could tell he had wanted this before... and the thought of him wanting you filled you with a pride and excitement that was growing ever greater.
You bite down on his bottom lip lightly, just enough for him to pull away slightly to breathe sharply into your mouth, pressing his forehead against yours.
"F-fuck it... you're so- god, I want you so fucking badly." That's what he whispered between gasps. The faint smell of cigarettes wafted into your nostrils.
And those words made you shudder... Under you, you felt the familiar shape of his cock harden, and you couldn't help but buck your hips, feeling a surge of arousal pool in your tummy.
A small giggle leaves your mouth. "I can see that." you teased him. "Why don't you tell me more about it...?"
He opened his mouth and then closed it to clench his jaw as he felt you rubbing against him, the skirt you were wearing aiding his access to you, just as he had imagined so many times before. The rough denim of his jeans rubbed perfect over your clit.
Little grunts left his mouth as he tried to form coherent words, but this was too much. As a person who was quite withdrawn, introverted... as well as being so in need of affection, of simply feeling worth something, of feeling the warmth of another person; this felt heavenly. The very sensation of your body rubbing against his boner took his breath away and replaced all coherent words in a mumble.
"[name]... you don't have an i-idea..." he mumbled against your mouth. Then his lips pressed against yours again, this time frantic and all-consuming. You opened your mouth to him, letting him taste your saliva, bite your lips.
This felt like more than just an outburst of an attraction you both felt. You didn't even feel the need to ask him further what he meant. You could imagine it. You could understand it without exchanging any more words.
Lips, teeth, tongue... Over again, the motion repeated, and you felt the warmth creeping up your spine as you felt Simon finally move more confidently against you. You sunk your teeth into his lip again, tugging it slightly, as you pulled away to gasp for air.
He broke away too and looked at you. His eyes rested on your lips, already red and swollen from kissing and biting, then he looked into your eyes, completely entranced.
"Is this okay?" He exhaled.
"Y-yeah..." you replied. You were totally cornered by him, pressing you more and more between his body and the wall.
Though he received your affirmation, he found himself somewhat self-conscious as to how to continue this. Of course he wanted to have you, more than he’d ever really wanted anything before... he’d imagined this situation a thousand times but this felt different. It was real. It embarrassed him to no end that he was a total loser and inexperienced at sex.
He nods as he feel the heat rise throughout his body and pool on his face and ears. His hands slid from your waist to your ass, squeezing it a little over your clothes as he looked at you coyly for permission to continue.
And he could be kinky enough to imagine you countless times in the solitude of his room, but not enough to not ask permission to continue.
"Can I?" He asked, his hands playing with the edge of your skirt.
"Yeah." You exhaled.
With some help you quickly unzipped his pants as his hands now slipped under your skirt to feel your soft skin. With that same grip and with the support of the wall he lifts you up and forces you to entangle your legs around his waist. Now your wet panties making more direct contact against the hardness of his boner covered by his boxers still. You let out a small gasp and hugged him by the shoulders for support. Simon simulated thrusts against you, pressing his erection against your panties without any shame as pleasure clouded his senses.
You held him close as they stayed that way for quite a while, he barely contained his moans as he bit your neck and slid his tongue along your skin, when he didn't you could just hear his low growls and whimpers that were such a turn on.
"F-fuck it." Simon cursed. And his fingers moved down to the junction of his erection and your pussy to free his cock from his boxers.
"Please..." you moaned with obvious surprise in your voice as you saw him so needy, his cock throbbing against your panties. It felt fucking hot. "Simon."
He didn't need to hear any more to move aside your panties and with the help of his hand he positioned the head of his cock against your folds. Teasing you as he simply pressed himself against you a little.
"Simon..." you gasped in desperation. He looked up at you, you could see his pupils fully dilated.
Before you could say anything else, he said something to you. "I'm a virgin." He looked down again at the joining of your bodies, feeling his body burn from the mixture of arousal and embarrassment.
"Me too." You answered him without hesitation and he looked at you in shock.
You could see that his reaction was a positive one because he thrust his hips to slowly enter you without saying anything else to you. You clung to him moaning his name in his ear. You were soaking wet so the job was easier. Simon let out a sigh as if he found relief in feeling your pussy squeeze his cock perfectly. "Thank fucking god." He grunted as he was completely inside you.
The feeling of having him inside you was a little uncomfortable, by being your first time. You could feel it pulsing inside you and you pressed your hips against him to tell him to continue. Simon began to pull in and out of you a couple of times and grabbing all his willpower to make it pleasurable for you. If it were up to him he'd ram it all the way in you roughly until he could see your eyes roll back. His lips pressed against yours again as he slowly increased the speed and you began to moan against his mouth. Muffled moans between kisses echoed through the subway station, where you were both still standing.
"So f-fucking tight..." you heard him moan. "So fucking wet for me..." his dirty words made you shudder and clench around him as he thrust harder and harder into you. The wet and dirty sound of your skins clashing filled the place, unaware of your surroundings.
"Harder..” you begged.
"Yeah?" Simon panted. "Like that? Fuck, you are so beautiful, so f-fucking gorgeous... so much better than just my ha-" He trailed off, his hips rocking against you at a quick pace as you squirmed against his body. Each thrust amplified the coiling warmth, creating an unbearable furnace inside you. You were so close now.
In just a few more seconds your walls were pressing against him and Simon was getting louder and louder. Your whole body trembled and your legs tightened around his hips as you ended up on his hot cock still pounding inside you. You clung to his gray hoodie as he whispered to you to wait just a little longer, that you felt fucking good.
He finally pulled out of you to quickly stroke his cock, which was glistening with your mixed fluids, then he throw his head back as he ended up on your abdomen, staining your blouse with his hot release.
You both stayed in that same position for a long time, looking at each other intensely as you gasped and gasped breathlessly. He leaned over you to kiss your lips again, as if reluctantly knowing he couldn't last any longer.
With his help you lowered your feet to the floor again, still holding onto him because your legs were shaking from the intensity of the encounter.
"There’s cum in my clothes-."
"Shit..!”