<hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/YOd3ufh.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Salem Summers<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Conner and Piotr's Dorm<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 2nd, 2017<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Some lovely pre-sex talk and sexiness<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: black lace panties, and Ruby Quartz Glasses<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Closed, Conner Almasy<br/><hr/><hr/>Salem had a ponderous thought about men. The thought made everything else in her mind squeeze away. She wasn’t sure what the difference between a man and a boy was. She was mostly positive that manhood turned her on, when childishness swept her in the other direction. The girl herself was more womanly than she used to be now. But there was a lot of change coming toward her in the next decade. At seventeen years old, she knew about as much as her history books knew about history. All the details were defined, and she had a grip on reality. She’d spent nearly a year perfecting her control. That was the key to her survival, self control. It only took one moment of carelessness to ruin her life. She might as well have had a self destruct button in both of her palms. But she was young. And she knew that she was with a man. He was young, and many would consider him a boy, Logan would, Xavier would, His own roommate probably looked down on her man in more than a physical way. But she loved him. She knew that she did, more than she ever really thought to be achievable. She didn’t know what a man was, not really. She’d never had one, but she knew what kind of effect he was having on her.<br/><br/>Salem was melting.<br/><br/><strong>“Auhgnn - I’m thin- thinking anohu-” </strong>She was trying to talk, but it was already getting to be too much. Salem wasn’t used to having a mind empty of concepts and complicated thoughts. It was strange. Everything was body. Sensations had replaced logic and puzzles. It was primal, and it felt like English was a different language now.<br/><br/>It was white. It felt white, her body, hot with the blank slate of light buried in her navel. She could feel the heat on her inner thighs, the cooling wetness. There wasn’t a lot of light in the room, and everything was red to Salem’s eyes. It just felt clean, it felt right. And it felt quite warm, so warm that she was starting to perspire. And they weren’t even doing anything real yet. The anticipation was driving her mad. Her hands found the hardness of his shoulder blades, pulling down on him. She wasn’t doing anything more than suggesting. Her grip was strong though, and the passion of her came out in a firm stroking motion, up and down is back, slowly, and suggestively without even meaning to suggest it.<br/><br/>And then her shirt came off. A wave of white overtook her and her eyes rolled up with her arms to let her shirt off. His kiss returned to her neck, his hands pinned her to the bed, extending his touch to the mattress beneath her. Almost naked now, she let him do any damn thing he pleased. Her knees fell off to the side more, with an empty mind, her body behaved with absolute submissiveness.<strong>“Ok, ss-so.”</strong>She was ragged, hardly breathing, whispering as if all of her friends were listening to this moment through the hole in the lock that wasn’t even on this door. She was smiling, nervous and not at all hiding it. He told her he was going to give it to her. She smiled widely made a sound that was almost her laughter, her chest tightening and her elbows coming into her ribs, yet still on his shoulders. Salem’s throat felt thick. Her chest felt deeper. She was burning up, and her voice was different, as well as her laugh, it almost sounded like she was sobbing, or moaning. It was possible that this girl was a screamer.<br/><br/><strong>“Gki-ive it to me?” </strong>Despite the depth of her voice, when she actually managed a sentence, it was high pitched, and short. It felt naughty just to say it out loud, and the young women lost a year or two in tone.<br/><br/><strong>“Mmhm, those will have to go.”</strong>Salem was nodding as Conner pulled off her shorts. Now, dressed only in a frilly pair of laced black panties. She might as well have been nude on his bed. There was an extreme contrast between her pale body and the deep black of the nylon organza. Reality was getting real close to sinking in. She bit her lip, and made an expression with her eyes that she really wanted him to see.  She’d seen people make the expression, she’d made it herself when she was eating her favorite food, or watching something amazing occur. Salem remembered a time when people would react to her eyes, and her expressions. This was almost painful. Salem vibrated for a moment and groaned, knowing that she’d have to use her words to communicate. Talking about this was hard. But the tiny soldier swallowed her pride and communicated, focusing on the words, and keeping as still as a human could possibly be. Then he rocked her with three words.<br/><br/>Her words caught in her throat, and she stumbled over a breath or two.<strong>“You’re sneaky. I was gonna say it first.”</strong>Now she had a few things to say that she could have just communicated with her eyes. She didn’t know what they looked like know. She’d never felt herself make this face. There was a bit of a smile, and a bit of a pout. Her eyelids shook a bit, and she felt them fill with tears. Her lower lip entered her teeth and she let a full smile come out as one tear silently hid behind her glasses, hardly showing on her cheek.<strong>“I really fucking love you.”</strong>Talking was the hardest, but she managed it cleanly for him. She managed to keep every other tear under control.<strong>“Conner.”</strong>Her voice cracked the whole time she said his name when she was this turned on and lovewashed. A little smile, she was absolutely raving mad with amusement and joy. “I wish- You can't- I love you so much,If you could see my eyes… I wish words were better. I love you more than words.” her words were part laugh, but she didn't know that she'd just quoted a song from a previous generation. She knew it was corny the moment it left her lips.<strong>“I-” </strong>She’d just declared her love for him, but it felt like she needed to do more.<strong>“I’ve also never giv-”</strong>Her mind was blank, completely dominated by ‘man.’ She didn’t know how to say it. So she bit her lip nervously. She’d never even touched a penis, but that didn’t feel like the right thing to say.<strong>“With my mouth, I’ve never done that either. I want to-”</strong>She let an evil little smile sneak over her lips.<strong>“I want you to give it to me there, too.”</strong>She liked speaking her man’s language.<strong>“I’m not sure which one to do first.”</strong>She suddenly knew how shrewd she was being.<strong>“What do you think?”</strong>She might as well have said, ‘should you be in my pussy before my mouth?’ or ‘which hole do you want to fuck me in first?’ or ‘My virgin mouth, or my virgin pussy? Which one do you desire, master?’<br/><br/>Salem didn’t know much about this game, but she was good at it. She liked to be controlled, and held down, that much was insanely obvious. She wanted to please him first, the important part was that no one else had ever been pleased like this before, not by Salem Summers. He was the first, and he had choices! Her hands had moved around as she gave him the proposition, they were dancing fairly close to his hips, and his hard abdomen, on the other side of that, his cock was there, and she was starting to feel it, just by thinking about it, she could feel her body warming up again, wave after wave of washing white heat. Every part of her was begging to be kissed, but her lips were open a tiny bit just incase he wanted to explore there again.