Am I too young?

[roughedges]

Touch it, Lexy

A moan escaped her lips when her fingertip touched her clit. Her other hand was busy with her nipple – squeezing it between her index finger and thumb.

The fact that she was obeying him added to the feelings growing in her core, heightening her arousal.

Play with it for me

Lexy’s hips started moving involuntarily as she played with herself … pushing into her fingers, her muscles tensing … feeling his hand on her.

 

[Blase]

Now, Lexy...

I want to be... inside...

Put me inside, Lexy...

I'm going inside...

 

[roughedges]

Put me inside, Lexy

Two fingers slid inside – pushing in and pulling out while she continued rubbing her clit.

Her breathing became more ragged, more labored, as her orgasm threatened to overtake her.

 

[Blase]

Start to stroke, Lexy...

To thrust, Lexy...

Thrust...

Lexy...

Thrust...

Inside...

Lexy!

 

[taylortakes]

.....

 

[roughedges]

Lexy pumped her fingers in and out, rubbing furiously on her clit. Sweat beaded on her neck as her skin flushed, turning red and blotchy.

Steve’s instructions kept popping up on her screen.

Thrust...

Lexy!

Her moans filled the room as her orgasm erupted, spreading from her core throughout her entire body. She wouldn't let up, continuing to rub herself, making the climax more as her body spasmed and rocked on the table.

 

[Blase]

Lexy...

Steve always felt silly writing cum but it was what Lexy's generation understood. He wasn't about to risk confusing her now.

Lexy, cum for me!!!

Cum now!

Cum hard!!

CUM FOR ME, LEXY!!!

 

[roughedges]

Still in that blissful post-orgasmic state, Lexy opened her eyes and focused on the screen.

CUM FOR ME, LEXY!!!

She chuckled, slid off the table into one of the chairs, and pulled her laptop closer.

I did, Steve. That was incredible!

 

[Blase]

Steve smiled.

Cool. I was hoping for a naked Lexygasm.

He pushed Send, then continued typing.

So, the day before yesterday you answered an ad on Lot.

Did you think that, two days later, you'd "go for it" on top of your dining room table while wearing an elastic?

 

[roughedges]

Lexy laughed as she read Steven’s message ... naked Lexygasm. Then she blushed as she thought back over the past two days, especially this most recent interaction with him. This wasn’t like her at all.

No. I never would’ve imagined this happening … and definitely not after such a short amount of time.

 

[Blase]

Cool.

Dammit!

How do you feel, Lexy?

How did it feel to just let go and do what you were told to do?

You weren't being a "good girl". You're not being a good girl now.

 

[roughedges]

Lexy thought about his words and realized that she had not acted like a ‘good girl.’ That thought caused her to blush again ... seems he kept her in a perpetual state of blushing.

She thought of how much she enjoyed doing what Steve told her to do … and became even more aroused than she’d already been after the evening’s escapades.

I had no idea it would be so exciting to follow instruction. I enjoyed letting go and not being the good girl for once.

 

[Blase]

So, do you think you'd like to add an extended course in bad girl-ism on top of your already full load?

The material gets more challenging as you go along, you know.

 

[roughedges]

I love a challenge.

 

[Blase]

If she was trying to excite him, it was working.

Got a little assignment for you to do before your roomie comes home.

We can't have her find you up on the table, after all.

 

[roughedges]

Lexy swallowed hard. She wasn't still sitting on the table and knew she needed to tell Steve. She forgot not to jump ahead but to wait for him to instruct her.

What's the assignment? I'm ready. (I think.)

I got off the table right after that tremendous orgasm and have been sitting in a dining room chair since. I forgot to wait until you told me to leave the table.

 

[Blase]

Thank you for confessing that, Lexy.

Look, I'm not a hardass or anything, but within the bounds of safety and common sense, an instruction shouldn't be reversed unless you get an instruction that supercedes it, or you check with me first.

That work for you?

 

[roughedges]

Yes, it does, and I will remember that.

 

[Blase]

Very good, Lexy.

As for your assignment, I want to see your... bra.

Specifically, I want you to use your chair as a mannequin. Drape your bra over the back of the chair as though you were sitting in it, wearing your bra. Then take a picture and send it to me, along with any thoughts you wish to share.

Once you've completed the task, you may dress again.

Does this task create any problems or concerns?

 

[roughedges]

Lexy reread his message, smiling at the playfulness of the assignment. It wasn’t a difficult one, and she couldn’t be identified by the picture.

Lexy draped her bra over the dining room chair, took a picture, and sent it to him.

No, this task did not create any problems or concerns. Thank you for asking.

You’re fun, Steve. I appreciate your creative mind.

Is the picture acceptable? It's ok if I get dressed now?

 

[Blase]

Steve looked at Lexy's bra, enjoying the fact that she'd both doffed it and sent a photo of it at his instruction.

Thank you, Lexy. Well done.

Yes, you may get dressed because I don't want to get too close to the time when your roommate is due back.

But to be honest, if not for that, I would gladly keep you as you are for some time yet.

 

[roughedges]

Lexy smiled shyly at his words: "Well done."

It meant a lot to her that Steve wanted to make sure she didn't get caught naked when Madison got home.

Thank you for watching out so that I won't get embarrassed when my roommate gets home. I appreciate that.

We'll have other times.

 

[Blase]

I'm looking forward to that.

Steve and Lexy talked for a few moments longer before saying goodnight.

Shortly afterward, Steve went to bed in a better mood than he'd been in for quite awhile.