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The following is another sexy short story that I wrote with the help of NovelAI. Enjoy!

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Selina Marianne Prescott often stayed late after practice. As one of her school’s top track and field athletes, that was to be expected. But she’d always held herself to a higher standard than most. Being an overachiever was just how she was wired. Even as a kid, others often remarked how seriously she took something as minor as a grade school soccer game. But that kind of mentality helped her become a star athlete. It also promised to earn her a scholarship to multiple colleges. Many teachers, coaches, and peers believed she had a bright future ahead of her. But those same people often worried that she pushed herself too hard.

However, they didn’t know that Selina had her own unique ways of dealing with the stress. While she preferred to keep most of those methods private, as she had always been a private person by nature, one particular way had proven quite effective in recent months. And it had to do with her boyfriend, Richter Linwood, who happened to be another overachieving athlete on the school baseball team.

“Don’t stay too late, Selina,” said Coach Helena as she packed up the track and field gear. “At some point, even you have to rest.”

“I’ll be fine, Coach,” Selina assured her as she did a series of stretches near the end of the track. “I promise I’ll be rested before the big match this weekend.”

“I expect you to keep that promise. You’re too young and talented to burn yourself out.”

“I appreciate your concern. But don’t worry. I can handle it.”

Coach Helena shook her head as she finished packing up. Even from a distance, Selina could tell she wasn’t convinced. Her old soccer coach gave her that same look last fall. They all seemed genuinely worried that she pushed herself too hard. If only they knew how adept she’d become at managing the rigors.

Selina did a few more laps on the track until Coach Helena was out of sight. At one point, she glanced over to the other field to see that the baseball team was finishing up as well. Most of the team had already returned to the locker room to shower and change. Some had already left. But like always, Richter stayed late to do some batting practice. When it looked like his coach was ready to call it a night, he smiled towards her and waved. Selina smiled and waved back. It was a simple gesture, but it sent a subtle message that came in loud and clear.

“Time to hit the showers,” Selina said to herself, still smiling.

With the sun setting and the fields mostly vacant, Selina returned to the girls’ locker room. She only passed one other teammate along the way, Debra, who was on her way out and talking to her mother on the phone to pick her up. By the time she opened her locker, stripped out of her sweaty uniform, and retrieved her towel and toiletries, she was completely alone.

“Peace and quiet,” Selina mused. “Perfect!”

Humming to herself, she made her way towards the large group shower areas. It was still wet and somewhat steamy. Most of the team had already used it. She could even smell hints of the overpriced shampoo that Irene Waylon often used after practice. That didn’t bother her. She didn’t like showering around other girls in the first place.

After setting her towel aside, Selina turned the shower at the far end on and waited for the water to get hot, which didn’t take long. Once it was ready, she let out a content sigh and stood under the hot torrent of water.

“Mmm…just what I needed,” Selina said.

For a few brief moment, she just stood there and enjoyed the feeling of hot water flowing over her naked body. Being an overachiever, she worked up plenty of sweat and grime. Even though she was used to it, that didn’t make a hot shower afterwards any less relaxing. It was one of the best parts of her day. But it was hardly enough to relieve all the stress and strain she’d accumulated.

As she stood under the water, she heard the feint sound of the door to the girls’ locker room opening and closing. In most other circumstances, this would be concerning. She was the last one from her team to finish. But Selina wasn’t worried. Instead, she found herself smiling in anticipation.

“Might have spoken too soon,” she said under her breath.

The aspiring athlete remained under the torrent of water, hugging her shoulders and enjoying the feeling. A light steam had already built up in the stalls. She glanced briefly to her right to see the bottle of shampoo and conditioner she’d brought with her. But she held off on reaching for it, waiting another minute for what she hoped would bring some real stress relief.

Finally, she sensed it. Someone had entered the shower stall with her. They might have thought they’d been sneaky, not making a noise before slipping in through the cloud of steam. But Selina knew. And as soon as she felt a familiar figure approach, she didn’t bother hiding her reaction.

“Hey,” said a deep, masculine voice that had no business being in a girls’ locker room.

“Hey yourself,” Selina replied, not even turning around as she smiled to herself.

It was Richter. She knew that voice well.

She felt a hand on her butt, followed by a firm squeeze. A powerful arm wrapped around her from behind, another hand finding its way to her breast. He squeezed it gently, just in the way she liked it. Selina let out a soft, affectionate purr. This was the true relief she needed.

“Do you have any idea how much trouble we could get in for this?” he asked casually.

“I don’t like to think about it,” Selina replied, now leaning into his embrace.

“Do you care how big a risk I take? Sneaking in the girls’ locker room to be with my girlfriend?”

“Of course, I care. That’s why I like to make the risk worthwhile.”

With a devious grin, Selina turned around and embraced her lover. His naked body was pressed up against hers. She could feel his firm chest, his hard stomach, and the bulge of his penis between her thighs. He was a tall, fit, and handsome young man. She was a lucky girl. Being overachievers, they learned early on in their relationship how well they complemented one another.

He kissed her passionately, his strong hands exploring her wet body. His lips lingered on hers as his tongue snaked into her mouth. Selina didn’t hesitate to reciprocate, letting out an approving purr as her hands caressed his broad back. Their bodies pressed together and the water pouring down on them only made it feel better. It was almost as if they were melting into each other, the hot water serving as the perfect lubricant.

Richter’s hands slid down her slick back and grabbed her ass. The strength in his grip surprised her. She gasped at the feeling, her arousal getting the better of her. His fingers dug into her skin, squeezing her buttocks. It was like he knew just where to touch her to turn her on.

“Mmm…I’ve been waiting for this all day,” Richter said, kissing her neck.

“I could tell,” Selina teased.

“Oh really? What gave it away?”

“You’re not as subtle as you think…especially when you want me.”

He leaned in again and kissed her deeply. His hands moved to her breasts, grabbing and fondling them. It was an aggressive approach, but Selina loved every second. He wasn’t normally so forceful, but it was exactly what she wanted.

As their kisses grew stronger, his hands became bolder. He caressed her breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples. As his fingers pinched her hardened buds, she let out a deep gasp. That sound, followed by a lustful moan, got him worked up in all the right ways. He pressed his lips against hers and his tongue snaked into her mouth, probing and licking her lips. She moaned approvingly, her hips rocking subtly as the heat between her thighs grew.

“You’re really in the mood tonight,” Selina said between heated kisses.

“Are you complaining?”

“Not in the slightest!”

Her boyfriend chuckled as he continued kissing her. His hands roamed her body, groping and caressing her wet, naked flesh. She leaned into him, their tongues swirling in an affectionate dance. As their lips parted, he gazed into her eyes and smiled.

“Then turn around…bend over,” Richter said, his voice low and husky.

Selina didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. She just gave him a seductive look and did as he commanded.

Turning away, Selina bent over and placed her hands on the wall. The water from the shower head continued flowing, raining down on her. The temperature was perfect. It didn’t distract her in the slightest. All her focus was on the powerful young man behind her.

Richter positioned himself behind her, his hands moving over her hips and along her sides. He kissed the back of her neck, sending a warm shiver down her spine. But his hands remained focused. They moved around her curves and found her breasts again, fondling and squeezing them. Then, one hand slid down her stomach and reached between her legs.

“Ohh Rick!” Selina moaned.

Richter’s fingers stroked the outer folds of her pussy. They were already wet, not because of the shower, but because of how turned on she was. Selina arched her back and gasped at the feeling. She’d been craving this since their last encounter and her body was showing it.

Her lover caressed her folds and teased her clit, rubbing and pressing them. He did it slowly at first, then a little faster. The added friction made her gasp louder. It wasn’t long before her body was shaking and her toes were curling.

“I love it when you get this wet,” Richter said, his words tickling her ear.

His finger moved up and down her slit, coating it in her moisture. His thumb teased her clit, stroking the tender bud. Selina’s knees shook and her hands clenched, her nails digging into the tiles. It was the kind of stimulation she’d been craving and her body responded in full.

Richter’s fingers moved with skill and dexterity, playing her like an instrument. They rubbed and pressed her folds, probing her depths and drawing out more of her juices. It was a beautiful melody of lustful desire, one that only he could create. And he could do it so easily.

“Mmm…you’re getting good at this,” Selina said.

“What can I say? You inspire me,” Richter replied.

“Inspiration is vital for any athlete.”

“But this is a special kind of inspiration!”

He stopped teasing her and his hand retreated. But instead of leaving her hanging, Richter’s hands grabbed her waist and lifted her off her feet. Selina gasped as her back was pressed against the tiled wall. He supported her with both hands, spreading her legs. His cock was aimed at her pussy, the tip rubbing her slit.

Selina’s eyes were closed. She didn’t have to open them to know what was coming next. Her entire body was primed and ready. Her toes curled in anticipation, her heart pounding. The tip of his cock nudged her entrance, her body begging for it. And when he pushed it in, she let out a long, loud, and relieved sigh.

“Oh yes!” Selina exclaimed.

“Selina…” Richter moaned.

Her boyfriend penetrated her deeply, filling her inner depths with his rigid member. It was the feeling she’d been craving, the stress reliever that worked better than any massage. His cock stretched her inner muscles and she could feel his girth pulsing within her. It was just what her body needed.

“So hard…so deep,” she told him, her voice low and sultry.

With a grunt, Richter pulled back and thrust into her again. His cock buried deep inside her, stretching her inner muscles and sending a wave of pleasure through her. She gasped and let out a whimper. It was just the start, but already her mind was racing.

He pumped his hips, pushing his length deeper and harder into her. Selina’s pussy was hot and wet, her inner walls squeezing his cock tightly. It was the perfect combination of friction and moisture, his cock throbbing within her. He grunted and breathed heavily, holding her tight and thrusting with purpose.

“Rick! Rick! Oohhh Rick!” Selina moaned.

The two young lovers were lost in each other’s arms. Nothing else mattered in that moment. The hot water flowed over their bodies. Their hearts pounded and their loins burned with passion. They were connected in the most intimate and sensual of ways.

Richter pumped his hips and slammed his cock into his girlfriend, the young athlete. He could feel her inner muscles clenching and releasing, gripping his cock tightly. He thrust deep and fast, burying his manhood inside her with each push. She was hot, wet, and tight. Her moans echoed through the locker room.

“Fuck! Oh God, Selina…so good!” Richter groaned.

“Yes! Yes! So good! I want this! I…need this!” Selina exclaimed.

Her athletic boyfriend picked up the pace. He fucked her faster, his cock throbbing within her. His hands were strong and steady. His legs were sturdy and his hips pumped rhythmically. With each thrust, she could feel the growing need within him.

Richter fucked her hard and fast. His hands held her waist, her back still pressed against the wall. His cock pistoned into her, his balls slapping against her. Their moans and the sound of their lovemaking filled the locker room. The water falling over their naked bodies only amplified the experience.

“Ohh yeah! Mmm fuck me!” Selina moaned.

“Gonna cum soon!” Richter said.

“Me too! Oohhh me too! I’m…so…close!”

Their bodies were hot and wet, their passion burning hotter. His cock was rock hard, throbbing with the need to climax. Her pussy was soaked, her body ready to receive him. Richter continued fucking her hard and fast. He held her up, his strong arms and muscular body working together.

“Yes! Yes! Ahhh yes!” Selina cried out.

“That’s it, babe. Cum with me!” Richter told her.

She was at his mercy. Her athletic body was at the height of her performance, her mind and body focused solely on their mutual pleasure. Her heart pounded, her breasts heaved, and her body trembled. The orgasm was imminent.

With one final, powerful thrust, Richter’s cock erupted inside her. Hot, potent seed gushed from the tip, splashing her inner walls. The warmth spread through her, reaching every corner of her being. That heat ignited a fire in her core and her orgasm followed shortly thereafter.

“Ohhh yesssss!” Selina screamed.

Richter kept his cock inside her, holding her tight. She shook and trembled in his embrace. Her orgasm was intense, her juices gushing down his shaft. He could feel her inner walls clenching, milking him of every last drop.

It was the kind of relief that only came from a passionate tryst, one born of mutual needs. Selina and Richter had grown closer over the years, both in and out of school. Their mutual passion for athletics and their drive to succeed had brought them together. In moments like these, it also drove them to new heights.

After a few more moments, their orgasms passed. Their breaths were heavy and their bodies were tired, but they felt refreshed. They held onto each other, sharing the same warmth and closeness. The shower still rained down on them, the hot water washing away all the grime.

“So…did I inspire you enough?” Selina asked.

“More than enough,” Richter assured her, leaning in and giving her a kiss.

The two shared another laugh and another kiss. For a moment, they stayed like that, enjoying the closeness. But eventually, Richter slipped out of her and Selina returned to the ground, her legs a little shaky. They still needed to wash up. They still needed to get dressed and catch a ride home. But for now, they just enjoyed this sweet, intimate moment in the girls’ locker room.

As athletes, they put in so much hard work, striving to be the best. But as lovers, they made that work all the more worthwhile.

The following is another sexy short story that I wrote with the help of NovelAI. Enjoy!

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Lucas Guy and Sophia Ginaman grew up in a conservative, upper-middle class town that always seemed to be keeping an eye on them. From when they were kids to when they finished high school, their lives had been subject to extensive scrutiny. Whether they were in school, church, camp, or working part-time jobs, someone always had to be watching them. The very concept of having private time was a precious commodity. If their parents, teachers, and pastors had their way, it wouldn’t even exist.

But even with all this oversight, it didn’t stop Lucas and Sophia from falling in love. They’d known each other since middle school. They’d gone to every dance and formal event together. They also went on dates, but those dates were always supervised or chaperoned. They could embrace, hold hands, and even kiss. But they were never permitted any alone time together.

It was a frustrating situation that resulted in a lot of tension, romantic and sexual. There were times when a parent or chaperone literally pulled Lucas and Sophia apart because they were getting “too affectionate,” as their pastor often called it. On a few occasions, they were scolded for tempting one another’s passions. They were warned that their actions might lead to something inappropriate. But as they got older, that seemed more like an excuse to keep them apart.

Lucas and Sophia were young, but they were mature enough to know how unfair this was. They didn’t want to be punished for expressing their feelings. And the more their desires were tempered, the more they craved to express them. They still played by the rules, for the most part. But at some point, the passion exceeded the logic of the rules.

Finally, just two weeks after graduation, the couple got their first real opportunity to be alone together.

Sophia’s parents agreed to let her stay at the lakeside cabin with her two girlfriends, Clara and Violet. And Lucas’ family agreed to let him stay at that same cabin, believing he would be spending the weekend with his three male buddies, Wendell, Kevin, and Alan. The cabin was owned by Sophia’s grandfather, who often rented it out to high school and college kids in the summer. The assumption was that he didn’t rent it to anyone who might use the cabin for “immoral purposes.” But Sophia’s grandfather might have been the only one who dared to let young people in love enjoy a little alone time.

So, when Lucas and Sophia arrived at the cabin separately just after sunset on a Friday night, it was oddly overwhelming. They were finally alone together without any parent, teacher, or pastor keeping them apart. But once it sank in, years worth of pent-up passion and desire erupted between them.

“Here we are…alone at last,” Lucas said as he and Sophia took in the quiet, darkened cabin.

“Yeah…alone,” she said distantly, holding his hand as they stood together in the foyer.

“Alone…together…and with nobody watching or scrutinizing us for an entire weekend.”

Sophia turned towards him. The look in her eyes made it clear. She was fully aware of the implications and possibilities. Not much else had to be said at that point. Lucas leaned over and kissed her, but this was no peck on the cheek, which was the most their parents had ever permitted. This was the kind of kiss they only dared to share in private. They were now free to kiss passionately and deeply. The feeling was overwhelming.

When their lips parted, Sophia was breathing hard.

“You okay?” Lucas asked, knowing how intense the moment must have been.

“I’ll be fine…once you kiss me again,” she replied.

“Duly noted,” he smiled, before kissing her again.

This time, they didn’t break off the kiss. Lucas took her in his arms and embraced her fully, with her breasts pressing against his chest. She reciprocated, holding him tight and pressing herself against him. Their hearts raced and their breaths heaved. This was really happening. And nobody was there to stop them

Sophia ran her fingers through his hair, and his hands roamed around her back. Their kiss became more passionate and deep, with their tongues swirling around inside each other’s mouths.

Lucas moved his lips down, kissing her cheek and her neck. Her skin was so soft and smooth. He’d fantasized about this for years, and his fantasy was finally a reality. The taste of her lips was intoxicating. His tongue grazed her collarbone. Then, he nibbled gently on her neck. She moaned. His hands explored her body, caressing her back, her sides, and her butt.

“Let’s take this to the master bedroom,” she said.

“Already?” he smiled.

“Are you kidding? We’ve waited this long for some alone time. Let’s not wait a second longer!”

Holding hands, the couple dashed up the stairs to the bedroom. The second they got into the room, they started stripping their clothes off, with Sophia unbuttoning her blouse and pulling it off her shoulders while Lucas pulled his t-shirt over his head.

She wore a light-blue laced bra, which was already visible underneath her top. He’d seen her wear it a number of times on their chaperoned dates, but he never got to admire her like this. Seeing her wearing it was a major turn-on, but being alone with her like this took it to a whole new level.

As her top came off, Sophia also unzipped her denim skirt, letting it drop to the floor, leaving her in just her bra and panties

As she kicked away her skirt, Lucas took off his jeans and pulled down his boxers, his erection sprung up in the open air. He’d been thinking about this for a while, but he’d never been able to get fully aroused before. Upon seeing him fully naked for the first time, Sophia’s eyes widened with amazing.

“Wow! You’re…really big!” she remarked.

“It’s uh…not too big, is it?”

“It’s perfect. You’re perfect!”

Sophia rushed to him and they started making out. Lucas was a good foot taller than her, and his hands were everywhere, caressing her body, groping her butt, and rubbing her breasts. She rubbed her breasts against his chest, her hard nipples poking him. His hands roamed behind her back and he found the clasp of her bra.

“May I?” he asked.

“Please…take it all off!” she responded.

Lucas unclasped the bra and it fell to the floor, exposing her breasts. They were so beautiful. He’d seen them before, but only a glimpse or two. He’d only ever seen her in a bathing suit a few times. And whenever her top became loose, she immediately covered up. Now, they were out in the open, and so perfect.

“Your breasts…they’re so beautiful,” he remarked.

“Thank you,” she replied, “Now, let me see what I’ve been missing out on all these years.”

Lucas and Sophia switched positions. He was now the one standing in front, with her behind him, admiring his naked body. Her hands glided up and down his torso, feeling his strong, manly frame. She pressed her breasts against his back and squeezed him, feeling his muscles and his warm, sexy body.

“Oh God,” she groaned, “I’ve been dreaming about this.”

“You and me both.”

She kissed his shoulder and neck, then her hands lowered, cupping his balls and stroking his shaft. She was impressed.

“You feel so hard. You’ve wanted this for a long time.”

“We both have,” he replied.

“How many times have you thought about this?”

“Every day,” he replied, “And…every night.”

“So have I,” she confessed, “I’m tired of pretending that I’m not horny…that being in love doesn’t mean we can’t get horny.”

“We don’t have to pretend any longer,” he replied, turning to face her.

Sophia leaned back and sat on the bed. She looked so sexy in her laced panties. Lucas knelt down in front of her and his hands roamed her legs. She lifted her hips and he pulled down her panties, removing the last shred of clothing covering her body. He was now face to face with her bare vagina, her labia spread open and moist.

“God, you look good naked,” he uttered.

Sophia blushed. Her heart pounded, and her body trembled. Her pussy was throbbing and soaked.

“Please…touch me,” she begged.

Lucas smiled, leaned in, and kissed her inner thigh. He, then moved closer to her crotch.

“Oooohhhh God,” she whimpered.

Lucas was in no hurry. He was soaking in every detail. The smell and the sight of her womanhood. The way her hips bucked, the way she squirmed, and the sounds she made. Everything about this was incredible.

His lips kissed her soft, moist flesh. She squealed with delight. He teased her, kissing all around her vagina. It drove her wild, especially when his tongue licked her wet slit.

“Please…taste me,” she whimpered.

His tongue grazed her outer labia. Then he moved deeper, penetrating her, licking her clit, and sucking on her. She squealed and grabbed his head, forcing him deeper. He devoured her. It was a sensation beyond anything she’d ever felt before.

“Ooooohhhh God!” she wailed.

Her moans got louder. Her legs squeezed him. Her entire body tensed up. She was already on the brink of climax. It came up so fast an unexpectedly. It further confirmed how much of these feelings had been pent up between them.

“Yes…YES…YESSSS…OOOOOHHHHH GOOOOODDDD!!!” she screamed.

She came hard, much to her lover’s surprise. But that didn’t stop Lucas licked up all her juices. Her legs spasmed. Her body shook. Her hips bucked. Then, her muscles relaxed and she fell back on the bed.

“Oh my God…I never came like that before,” she remarked.

“Never?” he replied.

“Never! Not even by myself.”

“Wow! I’m honored,” he smiled, rising to his feet and leaning over her.

He kissed her stomach, moving upwards. Sophia was still dazed. She felt his kisses moving up her torso. He got to her breasts, kissing and nibbling her cleavage, but avoiding her nipples. He wanted to give those some extra attention.

His tongue traced her curves, going back and forth. Then, he kissed her areolas, moving closer and closer to her nipples. She moaned and writhed. Her nipples were so hard. He wanted to tease her a bit longer. He sucked her breasts, but kept avoiding her nipples. She was so close, but it felt so far away.

“Lucas…” she whimpered.

She couldn’t wait any longer. Lucas’ mouth closed over her right nipple and he suckled her breast, sending her to new heights of pleasure. Her entire body spasmed again. She squealed and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer, wanting more. He did the same to her left breast. She was overwhelmed by the sensation. But she still craved more

“Please…do me,” she moaned, “Make love to me, Lucas!”

Lucas smiled. It was finally time. He climbed on top of her and kissed her deeply. Their bodies were entwined. Sophia spread her legs and guided his penis towards her entrance.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Absolutely!” she nodded without hesitation

The moment they’d dreamed of for years was finally upon them. Lucas savored the moment, committing every detail to memory. This was really happening. He and Sophia were about to have sex for the first time. It was a big moment for him, and he wanted to remember it forever.

Finally, the moment came and he made the first move. Lucas pushed the head of his penis inside of her. She was so wet, and her inner muscles were gripping him tightly. He pushed himself deeper, and the pressure was almost overwhelming.

Sophia was lost in the moment. She felt him slide deep inside of her, stretching her vaginal muscles. The feeling was exquisite, but she was still nervous. She was afraid it might hurt. But the pleasure far outweighed the discomfort.

Lucas slid deeper, penetrating her fully. He was so deep, and her insides were so tight.

“Oh my God!” he moaned.

“Lucas…please don’t stop,” she replied, grabbing his hips and pulling him in.

Their hips pressed together. She felt full, and the feeling of him fully inside her was overwhelming.

“You okay?” he asked, kissing her.

“Better than okay…I love it!”

He kissed her again, then started thrusting. She was so wet and tight, it felt incredible. Sophia wrapped her legs around him, squeezing him tighter and keeping him inside of her. Lucus then started thrusting, slowly at first, but gaining speed and intensity. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed throughout the room.

They kissed passionately and deeply. Sophia moaned into his mouth as he made love to her. Their eyes were locked. They both had the same expression. It was pure, raw, and intense pleasure.

“Faster,” she begged, “Faster, Lucas!”

Lucas picked up the pace, pounding her hard. Her entire body quaked and quivered. The bed shook. It was as if the very foundation of the cabin was shaking. Her breasts jiggled and bounced with each thrust.

“Oh my God, yes! Oh…my…GOD!” she screamed.

Her words were music to his ears. He couldn’t believe it. This was better than his fantasies.

“Sophia…you’re incredible,” he groaned.

Lucas thrust harder and faster. He couldn’t control himself. His body moved on its own. The sensations were overwhelming. He was about to come, and there was no stopping it.

“I’m…so close,” he warned.

“Inside me!” she gasped, “Come inside me, Lucas! Please!”

Lucas thrust as deep and hard as he could. Their bodies slapped together. The tension rose higher and higher. His groin tensed. His legs went numb. His mind was blank. Then, finally, his climax came.

“Ohhh Sophia!” Lucas cried out.

His entire body tensed, and his penis pulsated inside her. He shot his seed deep into her womb. Sophia’s body tensed. Her legs squeezed him. She moaned into his mouth. Then, she came too, her inner walls clenching his shaft and milking his cock.

For several seconds, their bodies were frozen. Lucas and Sophia’s climaxes lasted much longer than either expected. It was as if they were both experiencing an out-of-body experience.

Then, their climaxes subsided and their bodies went limp. They laid in each other’s arms, breathing hard. They were completely spent.

“That was…amazing,” Lucas uttered.

“Incredible,” she agreed.

“I’ve never come like that before.”

“Neither have I. That was incredible, Lucas. Thank you.”

Lucas rolled off of her, and the couple snuggled together in a warm embrace. Sophia’s hand stroked his chest, and her fingers played with the hair around his nipples. He caressed her back and cupped her butt. They were exhausted, and the sex was incredible. But Lucas still had a question on his mind.

“I can’t believe we finally did it,” he remarked.

“Neither can I,” she agreed, “It’s all a little surreal.”

“Yeah…almost a shame it took us this long to get some alone time.”

“Well, we’re here now,” she reminded him. “And that’s all that matters.”

Lucas and Sophia shared a brief kiss. They were still holding each other close. They both knew this was just the beginning. There was plenty of alone time for them. And they would be making the most of it.

“Sophia…we still have the cabin to ourselves for the entire weekend,” Lucas reminded her.

“Yeah, I haven’t forgotten,” she said with a curt grin.

“And if I asked you to spend most of that time bare-ass naked…having sex and making love every which way we can…what would you say?”

Sophia’s grin widened. Her cheeks were blushing. She leaned over and kissed him, pressing her breasts against his chest.

“I’d say it’s the middle of summer. It’s too hot for clothes anyway.”

The couple laughed and began making out again. Their naked bodies were still wrapped in each other’s arms. Their hands caressed and groped. Their legs rubbed together. They were already getting aroused again. It set what promised to be a fun, sexy tone for their extended alone time together.

“God, I love you,” Lucas said.

“I love you too,” she replied.

“How many more times do you think we can do it this weekend?”

“I don’t know. But I look forward to finding out!”

The following is another sexy short story that I wrote with the help of Sudowrite. Enjoy!

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Sierra Aubree’s heart raced with a mix of trepidation and anticipation as she slipped away from the prying eyes of College of Grace University. The stone buildings, which stood like silent sentinels, slowly faded into the backdrop as she approached the designated curb behind an inconspicuous diner. She clutched at the fabric of her plaid skirt, part of the school uniform that felt more like a cage than clothing, and glanced furtively at her wristwatch. With every tick, the curfew loomed closer, adding a sharp edge to her nerves.

She couldn’t help but feel the frustration bubble up inside her—a concoction of the stifling rules of the university and the overbearing control exerted by her traditional, deeply religious family. Sierra had always played the part of the obedient daughter, the quiet middle child of five who never rocked the boat. Yet, beneath her demure exterior, a fire of rebellion simmered, stoked by dreams of a freedom forbidden and disparaged by parents, pastors, and teachers alike. Her feet shifted impatiently on the cracked pavement, itching to shed the shackles of expectations and just be Sierra—just be with him.

Her phone buzzed, a lifeline in the sea of her discontent. It was Brent, her beacon of escape and willing partner in clandestine affections. His message was short but enough to send shivers down her spine.

“On my way in the special ride.”

Sierra’s lips curled into a suppressed smile, her thumb caressing the screen where his words appeared. The “special” ride had become their secret haven. With the college’s iron-fisted policies policing the merest hint of intimacy between students—which meant motels, parking lots, and even gyms were under the watchful eye of campus security—the limo service offered a precious pocket of privacy. Sierra marveled at the ingenuity and boldness it took to establish such an operation under the noses of the puritanical administration. It was a temporary paradise couples like her and Brent, a moving sanctuary where they could peel off their sanctioned identities—along with their uniforms.

Inside her chest, desire swelled like a tidal wave held back by a fragile dam. Soon, she would be in Brent’s arms, away from the judging gazes, the whispered prayers, and the constant pressure to conform. Soon, they would revel in each other’s presence, their bodies speaking the language of love too long denied—a language that defied dogma and danced to the rhythm of their beating hearts.

The sleek black limo glided to a stop at the curb, its windows tinted to obsidian secrecy. Sierra’s breath caught in her throat as she watched it approach, the hum of its engine a soft promise of the illicit hours to come. Relief washed over her in an invigorating wave—she was about to transcend the confining walls of expectation and judgment that loomed so large in her life. Excitement bubbled within her, along a hint of trepidation. They were defying so much for these stolen moments.

She could not help but wonder about the origin of this covert service. Who had first conceived such a daring enterprise? A fellow student chafing under the weight of too many rules? Or perhaps an alumnus who remembered their own days of restrained yearnings? Whoever it was, Sierra felt a surge of gratitude towards this faceless benefactor. This limo was more than just transportation—it was a vessel of liberation.

The passenger door swung open with a silent invitation, and there stood Brent, his tall, slim frame silhouetted against the plush interior. The dim light from the diner’s signage danced across his lightly tanned skin, casting him in a warm glow that made her heart race. His hand reached out, strong and sure, a lifeline in the turbulent sea of her emotions.

“Hey Sia,” Brent said, his voice low and resonant, stirring the air with vibrations that seemed to pull her closer.

“Hey,” she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her eyes locked with his, deep pools of shared secrets and unspoken promises. With a glance, they communicated volumes, their connection transcending words. She placed her hand in his without hesitation, the familiar roughness of his palm sending a jolt of anticipation through her. The contact sparked a current that flowed between them, igniting a fire that the constraints of their world could never fully extinguish.

As she stepped into the limo, the soft leather of the seats caressed her skin through the fabric of her school uniform—a tactile foreshadowing of the freedom now within her literal grasp. Brent’s presence enveloped her in a cocoon of warmth, his scent—a mix of clean laundry and a hint of cologne—filling her senses. It was a fragrance that spoke of comfort, of home, and of him. He pulled her close and the door closed behind them with a soft click, sealing them away from prying eyes.

Within the confines of the limo, the outside world faded to a distant murmur. Here, cocooned in luxury and anonymity, Sierra could breathe. The space around them was charged with the electricity of their proximity, every brush of skin amplified by the knowledge of what was to come. In Brent’s embrace, Sierra found the courage to be herself—unrestrained, passionate, alive. Together, they would ride through the night, their love the only compass they needed in a world that so often seemed devoid of grace.

Sierra’s pulse quickened as Brent’s hand slipped around her waist, drawing her into the limo’s plush embrace. The moment their eyes met, a cascade of emotions tumbled through her, each glance a silent conversation of longing and affection. His touch was both familiar and thrilling, a forbidden dance they had mastered in the shadows of their constrained lives.

“I missed holding you,” Brent murmured, his voice a low rumble that resonated in the small space between them. His fingers traced the edge of her school blazer with a tenderness that belied the intensity in his gaze.

“I missed you too…and your touch,” she whispered back, her breath catching as she leaned into him. Their lips met, a gentle collision that quickly ignited into something more fervent. Sierra savored the taste of him—mint and a trace of coffee—the flavors mingling like the intertwining of their secret selves.

The limo pulled away from the curb, its movement a subtle rocking that lent itself to the rhythm of their kisses. Outside, the campus of Grace University drifted by, a tableau of stone buildings and manicured lawns bathed in the soft glow of streetlamps. Inside, however, the world was reduced to the heat of Brent’s body pressed against hers, the slide of fabric as hands roamed over school uniforms, mapping the contours hidden beneath.

Sierra’s fingertips danced along the crisp line of Brent’s shirt, feeling the solid muscle of his chest underneath. Her skirt felt constricting as his hands ventured upward, exploring with an urgency that left her breathless. The starched pleats became a mere whisper against her thighs as Brent’s touch promised liberation from more than just the garment.

Their breathing grew heavy, a symphony of desire played out in the quiet hum of the limo’s engine. Each kiss was a rebellion, every caress a declaration. Here, in this moving haven, they were untouchable, their passion unchained by the stern rules that sought to govern their hearts.

“Sia…my God, you’re beautiful,” Brent gasped, breaking away for a moment, his forehead resting against hers. His eyes were dark pools of emotion, reflecting a love so deep it bordered on ache.

“Breathless” is how Sierra felt, suspended in the space where heartbeats synced and the world outside ceased to exist. With Brent, the uniform she wore wasn’t a symbol of constraint but a canvas of yearning, soon to be discarded in favor of the truth etched upon their skin. Together, they journeyed through the night, their path lit by the stars of a shared infatuation, each kiss a promise of more to come.

Sierra’s lips found Brent’s with an urgency born of a thousand whispered secrets and stifled desires. The familiar, intoxicating dance of their mouths stirred memories within her – the countless moments they had sought solace in each other’s company, away from prying eyes. Each kiss was laced with the memory of stolen glances across pews, of hushed conversations laden with words never meant for their sheltered ears.

As if by instinct, her hand traced the line of his jaw, feeling the stubble that spoke of the young manhood their world attempted to suppress. Brent, with his gentle defiance and quiet strength, had been her partner in silent rebellion. Together, they had devoured forbidden tales of passion and freedom, each page turned a small victory against the confines of their upbringing.

“Sierra,” he murmured against her skin, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down her spine. “I want you.”

She could hear in his voice the echo of the first time he’d shared with her a hidden copy of a banned book, the lines of love and longing that had leapt from the pages and entwined around their hearts. Their bond was sealed not just in affection but in a mutual understanding that the world they knew was too small to contain the vastness of their spirits.

“Take me, Brent,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible above the soft purr of the limousine as it journeyed through the night.

In the semi-darkness, Brent’s eyes locked onto hers, a silent vow passing between them. It was a pledge deeper than the confessions made under the scrutiny of stained-glass windows; here, there was no judgment, only the sanctity of their shared yearning.

“Let’s get out of this itchy uniform,” Brent said, tone wrought with eager longing.

His hands, once tentative, now roamed with intent and purpose, tracing the contours of her body as though committing every inch to memory. And as the limousine continued its discreet procession along the shadowed paths of Grace University, Sierra was reminded anew why she loved this man. In his embrace, she found not only the thrill of the forbidden but also the promise of a future unshackled by doctrine—a future where love was the only creed they needed to abide by.

With a shared glance that spoke volumes of their suppressed desires, Sierra’s fingers trembled as they reached for the buttons of her starched blouse. The fabric that had always felt like a shackle now gave way, each button popping open to reveal the warmth of her skin beneath. Brent mirrored her motions, shrugging off his blazer with an ease that belied the torrent of emotions swirling within him.

The restrictive ties were the next to go, tossed carelessly to the floor of the limousine, as if shedding the very expectations that weighed upon them both. Sierra could feel her breath quicken, the air of liberation filling her lungs as she peeled off each layer of her uniform. The itchy wool skirt fell away, and she reveled in the sensation of cool leather against her thighs. Brent discarded his slacks, the confinement of the day dissipating with every article of clothing they removed.

“Finally!” Sierra sighed, her voice laced with relief and anticipation.

The plush seat enveloped her bare skin, a stark contrast to the dark textured upholstery that lined the limousine’s interior. The smooth, creaminess of her flesh against the rough, sleek fabric was a visual representation of her newfound liberation. It was a freedom she tasted only in these stolen moments—the sweetness of being nothing but herself, unadorned and unjudged.

Brent’s eyes gazed hungrily at Sierra’s exposed skin, taking in every inch of her with a deep and intense hunger. His pupils dilated, his gaze unwavering as though he were parched and she was the only source of water in the desert. He traced her curves with his eyes, absorbing the sight of her like a man who had been deprived of beauty for too long. His hands, those artist’s tools that played her body like a sacred instrument, began their intimate concerto. The touch of his fingers on her breasts sent shivers down her spine, awakening every nerve ending with a feather-light promise. Her nipples tightened under his palms, and a soft moan escaped her lips—an offering to the night and to the man who elicited such pure, unbridled pleasure.

The world outside—the stone buildings of Grace University, the vigilant eyes that would condemn—faded into insignificance. Here, in the cocoon of the limousine, there was only Sierra and Brent. His fingers trailed down from her breasts to the sensitive skin at the apex of her thighs, igniting a fire that had been smoldering within her since their last embrace.

As his touch grew closer and more intimate, her moan deepened, resonating with need and desire. Every nerve in her body seemed to come alive at his touch, begging for more as he teased and explored her most intimate places. The pleasure was excruciatingly delicious, surpassing any sensation she had ever experienced before. Each touch felt like a spark of electricity, igniting a wildfire of pure ecstasy within her. And as he finally reached her most sensitive spot, her moans became louder, releasing all of the pent-up desire and longing that had been building within her since they last touched.

“Ooh, Brent!” she whispered, her voice cracking with desire.

As his fingers traced her most sensitive areas, her hips moved of their own accord, rising to meet his touch. With each stroke, she could feel her body responding to his deliberate movements, a dance of passion and desire that only they could share. His touch was gentle yet purposeful, knowing exactly how to ignite a fire within her that burned hotter with each caress. She could feel herself surrendering to his touch, giving in completely to the pleasure and intimacy they shared. And as her hips continued to move in tandem with his hand, their connection deepened, creating a sense of oneness between them that transcended the physical realm. Every stroke, every caress, was a word in the silent language they had created together—one of longing, of love, and of an intimacy that transcended the physical.

Sierra’s breath caught in her throat as she felt the gathering storm within her, the heat building to an exquisite tension that only Brent could release. Her body sang a hymn of arousal, each note higher and more fervent than the last, until she was a symphony of desire, conducted by the touch of the one she loved beyond measure.

Brent’s body was strong and lean, his muscles flexing as he positioned himself between Sierra’s thighs. And as his gaze locked with hers, she could see the hunger and longing in his eyes, a silent promise of the pleasure and intimacy they were about to share. The soft lighting of the limousine cast a warm glow on his lightly tanned skin, accentuating the lean muscles that flexed as he positioned himself between her thighs. Sierra’s breath hitched in anticipation, her heart pounding against her chest like a drumbeat urging them forward.

“Are you ready?” Brent murmured, his voice low and husky.

“Yes! I’m ready!” she said, excited and eager with desire.

As Brent slowly entered her, Sierra’s eyes closed in pleasure, her body arching to meet his. Their bodies moved together in a perfect dance of passion and love, her curves fitting perfectly against his hard muscles. She welcomed him, her inner walls stretching to accommodate the depth of him, feeling complete in a way that only Brent could make her feel.

Sierra’s inner walls stretched to accommodate Brent’s every movement, her body instinctually responding to his touch. His hands held her hips firmly, guiding and supporting her as she welcomed him into the depths of her. Each thrust and roll of their bodies brought them closer to a state of pure bliss.

It was as if their bodies were two halves of a whole, finally finding their way back to each other after centuries of separation. Each movement, each touch, was a physical manifestation of the emotional and spiritual connection between them, a reminder that they were meant to be together in this moment and in every moment that followed. And as they moved in perfect harmony, their bodies fitting together with a natural ease, they were lost in a symphony of pleasure and an overwhelming sense of completeness.

“Oohhh Brent!” Sierra exclaimed.

“Sia…” Brent grunted through each labored thrust.

The limousine’s motion melded with their rhythm, a gentle rocking that carried them higher. Sierra wrapped her legs around Brent’s waist, pulling him closer, deeper. Their movements were a dance of passion and love, both intense and tender, as if each thrust was a word in their unspoken language. Brent’s hands roamed over her body, worshipping every curve, every soft expanse of skin. His fingertips left trails of fire along her flesh, stoking the flames of desire that licked through her veins.

“My love…” she gasped out, clinging to his shoulders as the world narrowed down to the point where their bodies joined.

Her body arched towards him with each powerful thrust, her eyes closed in ecstasy. Every moan that escaped her lips was a physical manifestation of the emotions coursing through her. Her fingers gripped his shoulders with a desperate intensity, her nails leaving small red marks on his skin.

Sierra’s body was flushed and damp with sweat, her muscles tensed with anticipation and pleasure. Brent’s skin was slick with sweat as well, his muscles straining as he moved with purpose and intensity. Sierra’s nails left red crescents on Brent’s back, a physical representation of her desire for him.

Sierra’s body trembled as she approached the peak of her pleasure, her face contorted in euphoric bliss. The intensity of her desire was visible in the way she arched towards Brent, their bodies moving as one in a passionate dance. The sensation within Sierra was like a whirlwind, pulling her deeper into bliss with each passing second. It was as if every nerve ending in her body was dancing and tingling with pleasure, urging her towards that final release that would consume her.

“Brent…so close! I’m…so close!” she gasped with increasing desperation.

When the climax hit, it was like a dam bursting inside her—waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her breathless and shuddering. Through it all, Brent remained steadfast, his eyes never leaving hers, his body driving her further into ecstasy until she cried out his name like a sacred incantation.

“Brent…” Sierra said breathlessly.

“Shh,” Brent said softly, “just enjoy it. I want you to enjoy it.”

He leaned in and kissed her, their naked bodies still entwined as she savored every sensation of her orgasm. A life of repression and dogma made it so overwhelming. But with Brent, it was so sweet—so right in every conceivable way.

As the aftershocks of her orgasm rippled through her, Sierra summoned the strength from somewhere deep within. With a swift, practiced movement, she rolled Brent onto his back and straddled his waist, taking control. The look of awe and pure adoration in his eyes fueled her resolve. She moved atop him with a confidence born from their secret rendezvous, their shared rebellion against the constraints of their world.

“Wow…Sierra,” Brent groaned, his hands gripping her hips, guiding her as she rode him.

“Just hand on, my love. I want you to enjoy this too.” From there, Sierra began riding her lover, their impassioned lovemaking renewed.

Her body moved with a fluid grace, her hips swaying and rolling as if in perfect rhythm with the music of their lovemaking. Brent’s eyes were drawn to the play of muscles beneath her skin as she rode him, each movement causing his breath to catch and his body to tense in anticipation. He couldn’t take his gaze away from the beauty and power of her movements. She watched the play of emotions across his face—the love, the lust, the connection that bound them so tightly together.

She moved like a wild creature, all sinewy muscles and primal energy, unleashing a torrent of passion that flowed through her body and into Brent’s, causing him to tremble and surrender to her every move. Each twist and turn was a symphony of desire, a dance of ecstasy that they both allowed to consume them completely.

With each undulation of her hips, Brent neared the brink, his control fraying at the edges. Sierra leaned forward, her dirty blonde hair cascading around them like a veil, to whisper sweet affirmations that mingled with the sounds of their lovemaking. And when Brent finally reached his release, it was with her name on his lips, a strangled sound of completion that echoed in the confined space of the limousine.

“Oohhh Sia!” he cried out.

Their shared climax was a rebellion against the rigid rules that sought to govern their lives, a moment of pure, unadulterated freedom that they clung to fiercely. In the aftermath, they lay entwined, panting and spent, yet more alive than they had ever felt within the stone walls of Grace University.

The warmth of Brent’s body mingled with Sierra’s, their sweat-slicked skin sticking gently as they lay in the hush of aftermath. The limo’s plush interior felt like a cocoon, insulating them from the world with its whispered promises and soft leather. Sierra nestled her head against Brent’s chest, listening to the reassuring thud of his heartbeat, a steady drum that played the rhythm of their love.

She traced lazy circles on his sternum, each touch a silent vow. “I love you,” she murmured, her voice a mere breath in the silence.

“I love you too,” he said while running his fingers through her hair.

“Someday, we won’t have to hide like this. Someday, we’ll be able to do this on our own terms.”

Brent’s fingers threaded through her dirty blonde locks, a tender gesture that spoke volumes. “I can’t wait for that day, Sia,” he replied, his lips pressing a kiss into her hair. “To wake up next to you without fear or secrets.”

They clung to one another, two souls adrift in a sea of expectations, finding solace in the shared rebellion of their embrace. The very air around them seemed charged with their desire, the windows of the limousine fogging up, a testament to the heat they generated together.

And then, the intrusive buzz of their phones cleaved the moment in two, a harsh reminder of reality looming close. With reluctant sighs, they disentangled themselves from the afterglow, the cold air of the outside world creeping in as they began to clothe their nakedness.

“Time flies too fast when I’m with you,” Sierra said, the words tinged with a wistfulness as she slipped back into the stiff fabric of her school uniform. The skirt felt scratchy against her sensitized skin, a stark contrast to Brent’s gentle caress.

“Every second is worth it,” Brent assured her, his own movements hurried as he buttoned up his shirt, his tie hanging loosely around his neck. There was a practiced efficiency in the way they dressed, a routine honed by necessity and the ticking clock of curfew.

As the limo slowed to approach the shadowed edges of Grace University’s campus, Sierra and Brent shared a final glance, their eyes locking in silent promise. They smoothed down their hair, adjusted their clothes, and tried to erase any evidence of the passion that had consumed them just moments before.

“Until next time,” Brent whispered, his hand squeezing hers. The touch lingered, a brief flare of warmth before they parted, stepping out into the night, each carrying the memory of their stolen intimacy back into the confines of their separate lives.

The limo pulled over, the discreet spot by the old oak tree shrouding them from prying eyes. Sierra’s heart thudded against her ribcage, not just from the rush of their recent escapades but from the bittersweet reality of parting ways with Brent. She glanced at him, his tousled hair a testament to their fervor, and felt a pang of yearning.

“Looks like this is me,” she murmured, the weight of curfew pressing down on her.

Brent nodded, his eyes reflecting the same mix of emotions that danced in hers—a cocktail of satisfaction and silent rebellion against the constraints of their world. As Sierra reached for the door handle, his hand caught hers, halting her exit.

“Wait,” he breathed, and there it was—that electric connection that always seemed to pull them back. He leaned forward, closing the inches between them, and captured her lips in a kiss that spoke volumes. It was soft, lingering, a promise wrapped in a goodbye.

Sierra melted into him, her fingers grazing the nape of his neck, absorbing the warmth of his skin one last time before reality would claim them again. When they finally parted, the air between them crackled with unspoken words and shared secrets.

“Until next time,” Sierra whispered, the corners of her mouth curving upward in a smile that held both mischief and adoration.

“Can’t wait!” Brent replied, his voice low and steady like the thrumming engine of the limo.

Stepping out onto the curb, Sierra adjusted her pleated skirt and took a deep breath, the cool night air filling her lungs. She turned back for a moment, catching the wistful look in Brent’s eyes before the door closed with a soft click, sealing him inside the darkened interior.

She walked back toward campus, her footsteps light on the pavement, and allowed herself the luxury of a full, contented smile. The thrill of their secret rendezvous lingered on her lips and in her heart as she navigated the familiar pathways threading through Grace University. The stone buildings loomed, silent sentinels to the lives unfolding within and around them, oblivious to the passion that burned beneath the surface of their collegiate facade.

Sierra’s mind replayed the tender moments spent enfolded in Brent’s embrace, the way their bodies had spoken a language older than the rules that sought to contain them. Each step brought her closer to her dorm, to the reality of essays and lectures, but tonight those obligations seemed distant, muted by the symphony of her racing pulse.

Gratitude bloomed warm in her chest for the Secret Limo Service, the clandestine operator who had become an unwitting ally in their love story. With each limo ride, Sierra and Brent defied the strictures that bound them, carving out a space where they could simply be together, unguarded and true.

As Sierra neared the imposing facade of her dormitory, the glow from its windows casting golden squares upon the grass, she paused. Her hand brushed over the fabric of her uniform, the sensation now a badge of their rebellion rather than a symbol of restriction.

“Next time,” she whispered to herself, a vow that carried the weight of all their hopes and dreams. With a final glance at the stars twinkling above, witnesses to her whispered pledge, Sierra Aubree stepped inside, already counting down the moments until she could once again lose herself in Brent’s arms, free from the world’s watchful eyes.