The first of way too goddamned many versions of this story...I dialed the number and Russ picked up on the first ring. "Russ and Ed's room, God speaking."
"It's Josie. Are you ready?" I asked.
Yeah. I'll let you in. North door, OK?"
"Fine. Bye." Click.
Russ met me at the floor's door, led me down to his room, and locked the door behind us. He let me take off his clothes and tie his hands behind him with a scarf I had been wearing in my hair. Then I tickled his side, and he involuntarily backed away. I followed him into the corner, and when he was trapped there I started running my fingers over him. He squirmed and wiggled, but could not fight back.
Then I started repeating the process with my lips. He shuddered against me as I kissed and licked every part of his standing body that I could reach, saving his cock for last. When he was hard, I started removing my own clothes, doing a little strip-tease for him.
Finally I untied his hands and lay down on his bed, legs spread. He got on his knees between my legs but instead of getting on top of me, he tickled the insides of my thighs, and involuntarily I nearly kicked him. He grinned widely, quit tickling me, and finally started fucking me, the bed rocking back and forth under us. The rhythm speeded up until I was incoherently moaning beneath him, and he came right before I did.
He started tickling me again while we lay together on the bed, until I kissed him and poked him in the stomach to get him to stop.
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