An Attractive Nuisance (P-M1F1, H-MAPH, Rom) An erotic story by Katryna This adult story is (C) by Katryna. It may be redistributed subject to a few provisions but may not be sold or otherwise used for profit and must have this heading attached. Please read my legal notice as downloading, redistributing, or reading this story signifies your agreement to the terms and conditions outlined within it. "Son of a motherfucker!" I slam my fist on the desk in frustration, narrowly missing the keyboard. I wince a bit at the blow and sigh, then hit the Back button on my browser. "What's the matter?" I glance up at Josh where he's standing in the doorway. A black tank top and matching jeans hang a bit loose on his slender frame, his shoulderblade-length brown hair seems to cascade around his lightly tanned and rather boyish face, and he's smiling curiously and with a bit of detached amusement. I feel myself quivering just a little as I look at him; he's done this to me for as long as I've known him on some level, but the longer we've been "together" the stronger it's become. The only things mitigating the effect on my hormones are the fact that his usual glasses are sitting on the nightstand, and the damnable due date on this damnable paper. "Another source that would be perfect for my paper..." "...except that the greedy bastards want you to pay them for access to anything beyond the abstract, right?" I nodded, rolling my eyes. "You know, servers and stuff do cost money; it's not that unreasonable..." "The site is plastered with banner ads and the company has a widely read magazine. Don't tell me they don't get enough money to maintain a server adequate to provide PDFs and text documents to various academic interests. It's just another case of people thinking they deserve to be paid every time they lift a mental finger, let alone touch a keyboard." He returns the eyeroll. "Please, let's not have this argument again." He smiles conciliatorily. "Then don't start it," I snap. "You're pretty tense," He observes as he moves closer. "So? I've got a 10 page paper due tomorrow that's only 3/4 written and I can't find enough real grown-up sources to form an adequate bibliography." "Ouch. Here, let me try something." He leans over my shoulder, his chest brushing it slightly as he takes the mouse and does some quick editing of the phrasing on my Google search. It returns a set of mostly the same results I've been getting, but the third item looks new. He clicks on it and pops up a page with a fair amount of data and a lot of images, which begins to slowly load. I look up at him open-mouthed. "How the hell did you do that?" He just shrugs, and I roll my eyes. "Hackers..." Computers aren't my forte, at least not in the same sense. I'm competent in their use but I've never really dived into programming. Hardware upgrades can be fun, but they're also rare. I've seen his CS homework assignments and some of them give me headaches, if only because I've never taken the prerequisite classes or the previous lessons in the class in question. Tomboygeek or no, I'm not a programmer. Give me something with gears... "Looks like it's taking a while to download," He comments. "Yeah. This is perfect except that their server seems to be hooked to the net backbone by a drinking straw," I mutter, shaking my head in frustration. "You're still tense," He observes, smiling knowingly. "You need to relax." I feel myself quiver again, warming just slightly, and shake my head. "I'm fine." "I'm tense too," He murmurs, softly, his lips brushing my earlobe as he speaks, followed by a quick flick of his tongue that elicits a soft gasp and a nice tingling shiver. I turn my head to face him and give him an annoyed look. "Puzzy?" He announces, smiling hopefully. I shiver again; why must he be so damnably cute? "Seriously. I gotta get this paper done..." I try to ignore the warming feeling. He smirks, and shrugs. "Puzzy." He repeats again, less of a request. "Josh...come on, stop distracti--whoa!" I gasp as he grabs the back of the rolling chair and tugs it away from the desk, sliding into a crouch as he smoothly hooks his left arm under my knees, sliding the right arm behind my back. "Hey, what the hell are--ack! Put me down!" As he grunts, lifting me as best he can. We're about the same weight, and in pretty good shape, and amusingly enough we can actually lift one another, albeit not always gracefully. He turns, staggering a bit under my weight as I try halfheartedly to squirm out of his grasp. "Dude, what the fu--oooff!!" I grunt as he drops me unceremoniously onto the bed, collapsing on the mattress along with me and quickly moving over me. His hands quickly pin my wrists, his legs helping keep from putting all his weight on them. As I tug at them half-heartedly, he leans close, eyes narrowing. "Puzzy." He repeats insistently, and immediately leans down to softly lick at my throat. I find myself moaning softly in spite of myself as the warm tingliness spreads through my face and torso. His hands give my wrists a good squeeze before trailing his fingers delicately down my arm. "Awright, awright," I grumble, grinning after a moment as he pulls away from my throat. "Better," He murmurs, sucking and nibbling gently at my throat again, before working his way up to my left earlobe. His lips close around it and I feel him sort of purring as he engulfs it, drawing a gasp and a moan from me. I can feel my heart upshifting as I raise my hands, gently clasping his shoulders, gripping them as he sucks. After a moment he breaks away, flicking his tongue across my cheek and along my lips, plunging between them for just an instant before working his way across my right cheek, repeating the sucking routine on my right earlobe. I close my eyes tightly, enjoying the feeling as his hands slide along my arms, grasping my breasts through my tshirt, thumbs finding my nipples for an instant before working downward. I can feel him swelling against my hip as he presses his body to mine. I arch my body, following his touch as his fingertips trail downward, grasping the hem of my shirt and lifting it. I chuckle, raising my body from the bed and stretching my arms out enough for him to slip it up and off. He tosses it aside, leaving me in just panties and socks, purring as he bares my breasts; I habitually go without a bra around the apartment, and often strip down to a t-shirt, panties, and warm, comfy socks that compensate nicely for the insufferably poor circulation in my feet, after getting home, if I don't expect to be going out again shortly. It's a survival thing more than a "sexy" thing; our roommate Theresa would have passed away long ago of a histrionics-induced stroke if the thermostat were set to something that made being fully dressed more than marginally comfortable for me, and Josh also tends to prefer slightly warmer temperatures than I do. Or perhaps he just prefers having me in a t-shirt and panties most of the time. Whichever. He leans down to kiss me deeply and I mash my lips against his, sucking his tongue as my hands return to his shoulders. His find my breasts, squeezing and circling them, thumbs running over my nipples, maddeningly lightly. I gasp softly into his mouth, pressing my chest upward against his hands, shivering as he caresses me. A familiar yet almost indescribable warm tingliness ripples through me as I pull him closer, trailing my fingertips down his spine before grasping the hem of his shirt and tugging it unceremoniously upward. I sigh wistfully as he releases my breasts and breaks the kiss long enough to slip it over his head and toss it aside as well. I giggle a bit and smile indulgently as I stare pointedly at the simple silver cross dangling from his neck. "Careful with that," I say with a grin, studying his rather boyish physique; his ribs aren't quite visible normally, but are when he stretches, and he's not nearly broad enough to appeal much to the sort of girl who thinks bodybuilders are dreamy. Their loss. "Might burn you, huh?" He asks, grinning. I nod and shiver dramatically. "I'll be careful," He responds with a smrik, then kisses me again for a moment before licking his way down my throat to my chest, circling my collarbone with his tongue before easing it down toward my breasts. I whine a bit as he circles his way inward on my left breast, gasping and arching as his lips close around my nipple, feeling it stiffen further in his mouth as he sucks. The tip of his tongue lashes at the tip of my nipple as his lips work it, and I feel myself squirming a bit in response. The feeling of warmth increases, becoming noticeably intense between my legs and in the lowest part of my tummy; while the moisture isn't yet palpable in its own right, I know from experience that I'm growing damper. Soon I'll be able to feel the slickness between my lips as my movements shift them against each other. I feel his bulge again, this time against my thigh, and shiver. He leaves my left nipple after a moment, repeating the same treatment on my right breast, drawing a moan as he closes around my right nipple. I caress his shoulders, running my fingers through his hair as I savor the feeling of his mouth. I love that; firm stimulation on the sides of my nipple and feathery tickling at the tip makes me quiver all over. It's almost electric, but that doesn't do it justice and thinking in that vein tends to be distracting once I start pondering voltages and such. I watch him, caressing his head lightly, meeting his gaze as he watches my face. My mouth and eyes are half-open, and I'm breathing deeply yet erratically, my skin presumably a bit flushed by this point. I smile appreciatively and make a show of moaning for him before he releases my nipple, breathing softly across it, making it swell further as his saliva evaporates, chilling it and drawing a shiver from me. He lays his head gently against my chest, listening to my pounding heart for a moment with a blissful look on his face. After a moment he begins tracing down my stomach with his tongue, my body arching, again following his touch. He plunges his tongue lightly into my bellybutton and wiggles it rapidly, sending tickly-shivers through me and drawing a hybrid giggle-gasp. His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, tugging at them, and I raise my hips obediently, feeling them slide from my hips and down my legs. He pauses, grins, leans forwward and gives the dampened crotch an ostentatios lick, then tugs them the rest of the way off. After tossing them over his shoulder, he pauses, shifting himself downward, grasping my thighs and pulling gently. I nod approvingly, licking my upper lips as I ease them apart, baring my already moistened lower lips. The overwarm apartment air feels almost cool on my slick folds, and I shiver again, watching him. He leans forward, grinning approvingly as he plants a soft kiss on my mound. I blush a bit; there's a hint of stubble there, I can tell. I haven't shaved since last night. "Sorry," I say with a wink. "Doesn't bother me; you know that," He replies, grinning. "But if you like we can stop and get you shaved properly..." "Nooo..." I whimper, lifting my hips a bit, thrusting my pussy at him. He chuckles, kissing the mound again, tongue snaking out and...well, the best way to describe it is "sidewinding," across my mound. I gasp and shiver a bit; the stubble feels a little bit itchy at first but his saliva quickly renders the touches quite agreeable. I slowly close my eyes, enjoying the feeling as his tongue works around and downward, brushing the outside of my lips, his warm breath enveloping them. He pauses, breathing gently, letting the air flow over my lips, watching as I gasp and quiver. "C'mon..." I whine, opening my eyes a tiny bit. He chuckles, tonguetip dancing softly along the protruding edge of my inner lips, his fingers finding and gently easing apart my outer lips. I moan softly as he teases, me, whining, thrusting my hips up at him gently. Finally I feel his tongue slither along the inside of my inner lips, circling, tip teasing the opening of my vagina, drawing purrs and moans from me as he stirs the wetness lingering there, pausing to slurp up a fair amount of it. He slowly wiggles the tip of his tongue upward, and I groan softly, arcing a bit as he brushes my clit at last. I moan happily, quivering as he begins to circle my clit. My hips seem to wiggle of their own accord, oscillating between following his tongue and evading more pleasure than my body can handle all at once. I close my eyes tight and grip the bedcovers with my hands; this isn't going to take long, I reflect to myself. He circles my clit, slowly at first, interspersing it with sudden, forceful criss-crosses across that top that make me gasp and break the rhythm of my hips. His fingertips gently brush and knead my labia as he licks me, and after a moment I feel his fingertip--thumbtip, by the feel of it--brushing at my opening and circling in my juices, plunging in a bit before withdrawing. I moan, shuddering happily, feeling his slickened thumbtip easing between my buttocks. I draw my legs upward slightly, giving him better access, moaning as he eases fingers from the same hand into my pussy; ring and middle, by the feel of it. He eases them deep as his thumbtip probes my anus, his tongue backing off a little on my clit as he gets his hand positions properly. I give his fingers a quick, welcoming squeeze, before relaxing my muscles, feeling his thumb spread me and slide almost effortlessly into my ass. As he buries it in me, I squeeze him with the muscles of both openings, grinning, eyes closed as I enjoy the feeling. A moment later I moan, arching as I feel him curling his fingers and thumb together, rubbing them against each other through the wall of tissue between tunnels. His tongue returns to my clit in earnest, swiping back and forth over it, circling it, plunging down in a quick loop around the insides of my inner lips every once in a while. I close my eyes tight, gripping his fingers rhythmically as I roll my hips, feeling him alternating between squeezing and wiggling his fingers and thumb together, and pressing his fingers upward against my g-spot. I feel lighter, almost floating as I enjoy the sensation, my body tensing as he drives me closer and closer. His tongue wiggles faster, mostly circling my clit now as he feels my body quivering, my breathing and hip movements becoming erratic. He presses his fingers upward, wiggling them firmly against my g-spot as his tongue curls, flicking my clit before sliding up from underneath it, wiggling back and forth firmly against it from below. That's all it takes. My fingers dig into the bunched blankets in my hand, my back arches upward, and my whole body goes rigid for a moment, quivering, almost vibrating, as I explode. A sudden rush of pleasure, surges through my limbs and ignites my brain as I clench my teeth and eyes tightly, feeling myself clasping and clutching at his fingers as I ride out my orgasm. I feel weightless as I come, each brush of his tongue against my clit drawing a violent shudder as I pulse around his fingers. I rarely register the sounds I make, but I'm told they sound a lot like a random string of "n"s, "g"s, "h"s, and "k"s. My body relaxes, almost going limp against the bed, still quivering and trembling a bit as my orgasm winds down. A moment later I find myself arching again, squirming as his tongue flicks my clit again. "Too much..." I wheeze, and after a moment he backs off my clit. I open my eyes slowly, breathing hard, smiling, and give his fingers a last, gentle squeeze. After a moment he eases them out of me, planting his lips against my pussy and slurping at my juices for a moment. He looks up, smiles, and shifts himself a bit, stretching his hand out to me. I give his fingertips a quick, teasing lick, before wrapping my lips around first his middle, then his ring, finger, sucking my pussy juice from them. I pause just a moment before sucking at his thumb as well; he shivers, watching. It's more or less clean, as far as I can tell, but the psychological "dirtiness" gives us both a thrill. I've no objections to ass-to-mouth when it's my ass, and the object in question isn't visibly *ahem* dirty. He licks his lips noisily and grins. "Puzzy?" He asks, cocking his head as he starts to clamber up on the bed, to my right. "Oh, very well," I say with an indulgent smirk. An act, we both know; gobdamn I want him in me. I flex my pussy muscles, shivering a bit in anticipation, as I reach down, grasping his belt, deftly undoing it and unbuttoning his jeans. He lifts himself from the bed by his feet and one hand, and I hook my fingers into the waistband of his jeans, tugging them from his hips as far as I can reach. I lift one leg and use my right foot to push them to his ankles, and he lowers himself, resting partway on his side as he wiggles them from his ankles. I grin, grasping his shoulder and rolling him onto his back, looking him over. He's down to normal socks and his underpants now; he looks silly like that, but in an adorable way. I giggle as I roll with him, sliding downward, grasping his cock through his underpants with my right hand. He's about half-hard, which draws a shiver; typically he gets wrapped up enough in pleasuring me that he's soft by the time he's done. Still, he's less than rock-hard; can't have that. I purr, licking my lips as I squeeze and knead him through his underpants. I hear him purring softly, feel his cock twitching slightly against my hand. After a moment I move my fingers, finding the opening and slipping them inside. I close my fingers halfway around his cock, pressing it against his underpants, feeling it twitch a bit in my grasp as I fish it out of his underpants, giving the shaft a gentle squeeze as I admire it, gently easing his foreskin back off the head. I still maintain that armchair psychologists who describe many women's fascination with penises as "worship" are full of shit; I certainly am fascinated with his, but the attitude is more "OMGitscute" and recognizing it's fun to play with for both of us, than anything like reverence or subordination. We've measured before but I don't recall the exact figure; 6 1/2 inches sounds about right though. Girth...hell, I dunno. Its dimensions are equivalent to 1 KP (Kat's Pussy), I would say. I lean closer, breathing softly, tilting my head to move the focus of air up to his cockhead and back down, watching as he quivers. I plant a soft kiss right at the tip, feeling it quiver slightly, and repeat the kiss, a little to the right, slowly working my way around the head. His eyes half-close, meeting mine, his lips slightly parted as he breathes deeply, watching me. He reaches down, fingers wiggling into my hair, gentyl caressing and massaging my scalp as I pull back, slipping the tip of my tongue out from between my lips, flicking the head of his cock and tasting a hint of precum. He gasps softly, quivering a bit, and I purr to myself as I watch his face, gently working my tongue around the head of his cock, adjusting my neck as it begins to rise. I slowly open my mouth, wrapping my lips around the head and sucking very gently, my tongue sliding back into my mouth, rubbing along the underside of his head. He groans, lifting his hips a bit, pushing himself further into my mouth. His eyes close for a moment as he gasps, and I take the opportunity to fix my lips firmly on his shaft and pull my head back up to where they're fastened at the depression under his cockhead. He moans, shuddering, and his cock twitches in my mouth. I shiver a bit myself; guys, I've noticed, make the most amusing and endearing faces (and noises, and body language, and...) when I've got my lips fastened on their cocks, and it is for this reason, along with some visceral pleasure of the sucking and mouth motions, that I enjoy giving head. I never did understand people who think it's "submissive"; giving head necessarily places incisors on either side of a body part that's extremely sensitive and emotionally important to a man. How much more leverage can you have, in the immediate situation, without pulling a gun? I grasp his shaft, feeling it with my fingers, gently needing it as I move my mouth up and down his shaft, by about an inch, four or five times. Yep, he's definitely nice and firm. Ready for me. I release my liplock and give the underside of his cock one final lick. He whines a bit as I lift my mouth, and I grin. "Shhh..." I lick my lips as he opens his eyes, and I scoot up on the bed, grabbing his shoulders as I roll onto my back, pulling him toward me as I mash my lips against his, kissing him fiercely. He moans into my mouth, taking the hint, and lifts himself, rolling fully onto me as I pull my legs apart and upward. We squirm for a moment, adjusting our positioning, and the end result has him resting his weight on his elbows and knees, leaning over me. I gasp, arching as I feel his cockhead brushing slickly over my folds, and reach down to ease them apart with my fingers as I kiss him again. He wiggles forward a bit and I feel the head of his cock nesting itself between my lips, drawing another shiver from me as I reach to grasp his shoulders. He grins, shivering a bit before flexing his hips, and I close my eyes, purring softly as the head of his cock pops into me. He flexes again, driving it home, and I moan, arching as he fills me, pulling his chest against mine and thrusting myself up at him slightly. I close my eyes, pulling him close, wrapping my legs around him as he wiggles his hips, feeling his cock sliding deep inside me and then withdrawing, his pubic bone grinding against my clit through his hair, sending aftershockish surges of pleasure through me. I clutch and claw at his back, chewing at his earlobe for a moment as I squirm and buck under him; enjoying myself immensely for my own part but making a point of being demonstrative. Several minutes ooze around us, as we push and pull at each other, his hands clasping my shoulders as he thrusts. His movements become faster and more erratic, and I open my eyes, watching his face as he gasps, flexing my muscles around him. He groans, pushing forward hard, and his hips quiver, making a series of short thrusts deep inside me as I feel his cock twitching. I can feel a gentle warmth spreading from his head as he comes, but imagine him surging, even gushing, into me. I don't come again, here and now; I don't need to. That's usually a before and/or after thing, unless we're in a position where one of us can actually reach my clit. I envision the wriggling cells sloshing against my cervix as he empties himself into me, trying not to think too much about the impenetrable plug of mucus separating them from their goal. It stays. There'll be a time for that, later. Much, much later. We both breath heavily as he opens his eyes slowly, still quivering a bit. I can feel him starting to slip out of me, already softening, and lean up to kiss him gently as I untangle my legs from behind him; I sorta remember crossing them like that. Wait...yeah, I do. We both chuckle a bit, nuzzling as we disengage, and after a moment he rolls off of me and onto his back. We turn on our sides, towards each other, and I pull him close, kissing him lovingly as I feel the warm goo starting to ooze out of me. I reach down, curiously, giggling a bit as I stir the glob with my fingers, coating two with what's leaked outside and bringing them upward. We each suck one clean, then kiss again, fiercely, tongues fighting over the remnants. He sighs, snuggling against me for a moment, and then, reluctantly, disengages. "Better finish your paper," He says, and shrugs. "Must I?" I grin, licking my lips as I look him over, eying his slick, shiny, and incompletely soft cock. As he gets up I wriggle over, batting at it playfully with my hand before grasping it, lifting it enough to wrap my lips around the end, sucking our juices from it. He groans, sighs, and nods. "Yeah, you-ooh--better," He repeats. "Seriously! Stop--ooh!" I can feel him starting to swell a bit in my mouth, and growl softly, keeping my lips clamped around his shaft. Four hours later, the paper finally gets finished. The next day, I turn it in. Guess who gets an A?