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An eyebrow expels upwards as she ask, “And how’s that?” Curiosity, but most of all humor in her tone. A relaxed, and for once, nice back and forth between them. Unlike her usual nature of laying it on thick when it came to unamused, and/or bitchy -- in his case specially -- she couldn't quite muster up the courage to do it, and at this point, she couldn't even blame it on the alcohol. Quickly, she took another one, face doesn't twist and squeeze with displeasure as much as the first time -- thankfully. "Another one.." she cleared her throat, lips pursing so a small, and some what controlled breath brushed past her lips. "Another one," she said this time in a voice that wasn't obviously still harboring the discomfort of the tequila running past her taste buds. "So, are you going to tell me why we drove way off campus to come to this crummy bar?" She looks around, noting it's a bit dim, dirty, and not to mention, the crowd wasn't exactly, young, or particularly good looking. A range of older men, to younger, more of the 'country folk' around here, but either way, not usually her style. Her head turns back to him, "Do you have some backwood cousins to come meet you here or something? And here I thought you came from a family of wealth, and prestige."

Sam was enjoying the arrangement and he wasn’t hiding it in the least. She was definitely growing to enjoy him as well, and that was quite pleasing to him too. “Good.” He said, before kicking back his drink with all his frat boy ability, proving he might have been a bit too good at drinking when it went down like water. He raised an eyebrow as she was quick to insist on a second one. He rolled his eyes a little, but he couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah, they’re on me tonight. But if you go on drinking too much, I might have to punish you for it later.” He warned her, though he was already thinking of the things he had in store for her the rest of the night. He took the next set of drinks, finish his as the same time he handed her to her. He wasn’t going to let her get ahead of him. As much as he wanted to be in total control, he also wanted a nice buzz as things got hotter.

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He was a dweeb, she told herself in an attempt to not blush -- or worse, shiver, in response to his lips kissing her smooth skin. Instead she sighed, gulped, and tried to keep her back straight, and her knee’s locked. Although, the natural response was to let her knee's get wobbly so her back fell into his chest, and enable the slightest shimmy of her lips upwards into a smirk that expressed not only how happy it made her feel when he granted her with those small touches of effection, but how wet she got. This arrangment was becoming a problem she thought for the trillionth time that second week of them being attached in practically every way. She was....addicted? She wasn't sure, or better yet, she didn't want to admit how much she needed him, because it ranged from pathetic, to frightening. "Yes," she smiled gratefully and took it immediately. "Another," she said, without even looking at the bartendor, but keeping her eyes on Sam. "These are on you right? I couldn't bring a wallet, and it's a lot more fun if I'm drinking on your tab." She smirked, looking at him with a mischevious glint in her eyes.

Sam watched her eye her breasts and he couldn’t help but smirk slightly. He was getting used to her nuscances at this point and he wasn’t bothered by it. She was giving him that look and he was struggling not to wipe it off her face. “You want two drinks?” He asked, whispering into her hair. She smelled as good as she tasted and he placed a soft kiss on her neck. “You shouldn’t be selfconscious, you look so sexy.” He said softly, his voice almost a deep gravel at this point. “Come on, we’ll go inside and get you the drinks.” He said, gently nudging her towards the drinks. He got them inside without any trouble, and lead her to the bar, the men around her dispersing quickly to their own interests. He got the bartender’s attention, ordering shots for them both. He passed one to her with a smile. “This good enough, princess?”

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“Hm, let me check the forecast,” she joked, eyes looking down at her chest, “a little.” She tipped her head upwards to look him in the eyes, a small smile gracing her face. It was few and far between that her exquisite shell of cold, calm, and quite frankly, bitchy, cracked. It was a different route of the usual norm, so for that moment, her face was blanketed by her angelic features warmed by her full lips, curving into a smile; as she looked up at Sam. her nipples were hard, only slightly though, but if that was an excuse good enough to have him circling and holding her from behind, then she would run with it. She leaned into him, hands falling into his strong arms, and holding him close. “I want a drink tonight, no two – tequila preferably. Maybe I won’t feel so damn self-conscious in this dress you insisted on me wearing.” 

Sam was still a bit disbelieving that he had Isabella at his beck and call whenever he wanted her. Of course, she probably had other opinions, but he was thrilled about it. He had control of her wardrobe, and she’d been good about following it, and she always managed to look like some kind of sex goddess with her body in perfect form. He almost liked her better with a small amount of clothing on, the slight mystery and knowing she was on edge and worried about it with every movement. Sam just wore a black tank top, leather jacket and a pair of dark jeans and he looked damn fine. He kept his hand around her possessively and protectively. As much as he liked eyes on her, she was still his but all means and he wanted people to know that. He glanced over at the brunette as she spoke softly. “What, are you cold?” He asked, a moment of softness as he pulled her close in front of him, his body pressed against her back, arms going over. Some of the other guys were there too, but Sam knew they’d probably be doing other things, all Sam could think about was how close her ass and his dick were at that point once more.

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Isabella was fumbling as Sam, and his crew of boys, walked into the dimly lit bar. It was two towns over, several of them had already been drinking, not to mention gawking at the tiny and barely there outfit Sam had dressed her in -- or more like forced her in. Although, even if she wouldn’t admit it, she did put it on, like it was some sort of duty she would proudly fill for him. It was a tiny black dress, it molded to her every curve on her body. The back was non-existent, but strings of chain swooping from one end to the other, all the way down to her ass; so it peaked out from the silver chains roping across it. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so her nipples, with the slightest chill or brush of wind, showed through. Big, bouncy, and with a dress so tight and thin, it looked like they were meerly painted over. She felt nervous, trying to brush her dress down every so slightly, but when they walked in she stopped, and raised her head high as they walked to the door. Her hands tightened around Sam’s grip a little tighter, hoping the boys stayed close so her nearly open ass and back weren’t on display, to the bar that wasn’t packed to the brim, but there was several others around. “Sam, can’t I wear your jacket or something,” she leaned up to whisper into his hear. A hand brushed her shoulder shyly, then whisking away one of the few hairs that fallen out of the top bun sitting on her head. Her face was only masked with light make up, and hair up, so the outfit stole the show, but still, her face was angelic, beautiful, and if you just looked at it, you wouldn’t dare think such a sinful dress, and body was attached to it. 

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text message.sam

SAM: Well, good.

SAM: It's just cause it's not hard right now.

BELLA: That's truly all you care about, ha?

BELLA: Sure. Or maybe it's just because my phone been beeping like crazy with guys sending me certain kind of.../text/. I guess being on your arms just makes me even more wanted.

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text message.sam

SAM: As long as you keep your boobs.

SAM: http://40.media.tumblr.com/377b9c1d020eff555607775d3ca984ad/tumblr_nvapalh7ry1uo9dtjo1_1280.jpg

BELLA: There not something I can really leave behind, but I can share them with others.

BELLA: It looks smaller then usual.

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text message.sam

BELLA: Because boys will do or say anything to keep a girl around.

BELLA: Nothing.

SAM: I'm not lying to you, I mean, it's not like I declared everlasting love to you. I said it could be possible some day.

SAM: Your tits make things fun.

BELLA: Good, because it's not like I love you. I'm surprised you want to keep me around that long.

BELLA: Show me your cock.

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text message.sam

SAM: No, why would I?

SAM: what do you mean?

BELLA: Because boys will do or say anything to keep a girl around.

BELLA: Nothing.

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text message.sam

SAM: No? Well, I don't love you yet, I'm sure I could.

SAM: I guess it's the mystery that makes it fun.

BELLA: Are you lying?

BELLA: What else does?

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text message.sam

SAM: We were talking about pictures, and you asked me if I could love you.

SAM: Oh really?

BELLA: It's not that big of a deal, you're just being dramatic. It's just a question.

BELLA: I can be a very good girl, or bad, either way I like doing that for you.

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text message.sam

SAM: Woah, that's a topic chance.

SAM: No. I mean, I don't know. I like controlling you, but I like you fighting back sometimes too. I'm not making much sense to myself even.

BELLA: What does that even /mean/?

BELLA: I can do both of those things for you.

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text message.sam

SAM: Oh please, no one is looking at it

SAM: Well, it might teach you to do what I ask.

BELLA: Do you think you could love me?

BELLA: Is that what you want from me?

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text message.sam

SAM: Yes, as a matter of fact.

SAM: I was thinking about it.

BELLA: Can you not? Reblog it or whatever, but we don't need to publicize who I am.

BELLA: That's cruel!

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text message.sam

SAM: I see.

SAM: Well, perhaps I should hold on to it. I mean, I would enjoy making you my slave a little bit longer...

BELLA: You really like to show me off in those reblogs, ha?

BELLA: What are you going to do? Black mail me...

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unidoms:

James could see she was upset, on the edge of crying and he wanted to comfort her still. He couldn’t get himself to stop though, not that he was this close, her taste in his mouth. He was just glad she was forced to be quiet now, because her sad whimpers might have changed his mind. As his hands dragged down her body, her pert breasts in his strong hands, he knew that he had her. Her chest rose, her breathing deep. Her little nipples pebbled hard under his tough and he wanted to make her moan and cum just from that touch alone, but he knew he had a greater agenda.

His mouth found the sweet taste of her cunt like heaven, and he wanted to stay in that spot for ages. Her body jerked against his touch and his hands went to her hips, grabbing and holding her body still. He could feel how wet she was getting, and he knew she was loving this, even if she wanted to resist. He could hear her whimpers through the wet panties. “What was that?” He looked up at her whimpers. He knew exactly what to do to please her, having had practice with the pretty girls in school. None of them tasted as good she did. He could see she was all over the place, her pretty eyes shut tight and he grinned, his tongue finding the right way to flick her hard little clit.

It didn’t take much, his mouth over her pussy slit, tongue waggling in and out. Suddenly she tensed up, her body pushing up against restraints and she came. It was more than he was expecting, her cum squirting all over his face and her bed. “Oh fuck…” He groaned, before pushing his tongue into her further, licking up as much of her juice as he could. “Goddamn it you’re so delicious.” He said, his fingers slipping up and into her wet pussy, listening to the slopping wet sounds as he moved up to his knees. “I need you.” He breathed, pulling out his cock. He rubbing the head of hiis cock against her, letting it get as wet as he could before starting to push against her entrance. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked her, looking up at her face.  

Jenny’s body was still withering from the explosive orgasm. Her mind, for the the first time, wasn’t chaotic with a thousand different thoughts, and conflicting emotions. For a moment, she was at peace. Elated as the last thrills of the orgasm raddled her nerves, and even the faintest smile blossomed onto her pretty lips. Then he spoke, and reality was like a cold weight on her conscious.

“No,” she huffed out quickly. Shaking her head as she gulped back the moans. Lips swiping together and clambering into her mouth as she tried to keep quiet.  “I can’t...” it was suddenly drown out, slight implications of a moan, the tingling from his tip rubbing her still felt between her legs. “It’s bad,” she dug her head into the pillow, but picked her hips up, a faint rock of her hips into him. 

The first time | James and Jenny

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text message.sam

SAM: that normal, huh? okay, good.

SAM: What, are you afraid of rumors now? It's not like I share them.

BELLA: Very, just ask my sisters.

BELLA: Because I have a reputation. And while it was just /glorious/ being video taped during that...gang bang...it could single handily /ruin/ me. While some of the other girls aren't concerned with their reputation, but better yet, our sororities, I am. Our week of being your 'slaves' is over, so the class has set back in, got it?

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