So went over to Emily’s place, and it was pretty obvious she wanted to hang out first. I didn’t like her, she wasn’t very attractive. I’ve never even kissed or hugged her. The week after that, Friday afternoon. We’d never wanted or thought of liking each other “like that” before. “Yeah uh, I’ll see you later.” I got out of her car. Needless to say I was becoming bored with her. “Kyle…” I pushed a little more until the head of my penis penetrated Trace’s asshole, and I groaned in pleasure at the tight warmness. “Hey Kyle, you wanna hang out tonight?”
“You putting out?’
“Yes.”
Emily was ugly, but she was desperate enough to give out sex that I didn’t even have to be nice for. I squeeze her ass a little more, pushing my tongue against her asshole. But I didn’t care. We didn’t talk about the kiss or next moves. I pulled my pants down and stood there. I pounded away on Trace’s butthole and pulled out slowly, cumming on her little plump white ass cheeks. These hookups were becoming an inconvenience. I told her to lay down. We didn’t talk about the kiss or next moves.
