Luriental
33 / male
Kansas City, Missouri, US
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Secret Sex Party: Beginnings P1 (My fantasized sex story)
Please note I do not have sex experience. I want desperately to get laid , so if any ladies like this and are near me, please pay me a visit. Also, this is my first story, so I expect it to not be all that great.
Secret Sex Party: Beginnings
I was hanging out in my dorm room, naked as usual (my roommate left a while ago, so I have the place to myself). I was doing naked guy stuff- viewing porn -when I got a knock on the door. Now, usually people don't come to my room. My place of residence is not the ideal and most people go elsewhere for socialism. So, I looked through the peeping glass. It was my floor's RA and she had a box and some letters. Ah, I thought, she has mail for me (they deliver to each room here). So I opened the door just a crack and stuck my arm out.
"Here, I'll take it," I said.
"Hiding something?" she asked.
"Yeah, more or less," said I, getting slightly hopeful but at the same time embarrassed.
"What could you be hiding? It can't possibly be something you're hiding uniquely from me. I don't know you well enough for that. You must be embarrassed or something." She gave me the box, but she did not let go. "You must be hiding an escaped convict, or a murderer..."
"No, I'm here alone."
"Well, then you're either extremely anti-social or you're naked or you- You aren't...?" she began to ask.
"Um, nude?" I tried to fill in.
"Yeah..." she responded hesitantly.
"Uh, maybe."
"Ugh, I did not need to see that just now."
"What? Did you see me?" I jerked my eyes around, looking for anything; reflective metal on the door frame, spy camera, eyes-that-came-out-of-her-sockets-and-thus-meant-she-was-an- alien (hey, I cover all my bases. Ain't no green men sneaking up on me without me knowing it).
"Oh, uh, it was in my head," she said.
"You imagined me?"
"Yeah."
"Naked?"
"Yes, and that image is not one I'd like to be reminded of, if you don't mind," she retorted.
"Why, was I ugly?"
"No...-" she started.
"Oh, was I too hot?"
"I don't know if you're hot or not. That's not what I meant."
"Well that's no fair. I don't go around imagining you naked and say I have no opinion toward your looks."
"You imagine me naked," she inquired in a statement form, something which early English teachers don't like a lot.
"You imagine me naked," I answered, intending a statement and realizing why English teachers aren't too fond of the last statement/question.
"I- that wasn't on purpose!" she retorted.
"Oh, the thought just happened to cross your mind."
"No, you put it there, being naked."
"You inquired why I wouldn't show myself! It's your fault for being so curious! Curiosity kills cats," I cliched.
"That's why cats have nine lives. And besides that, I am NOT curious. I am just the opposite. Now enjoy your package. I think they're cookies. They had that cookie-hitting-cardboard sound when I tested the box."
"Oh, opposite of curious, are you. That's why you were testing my package."
"Shut up. I'm going to go now and deliver the rest of this mail." She started to leave.
"Wait!" I cried, daring to poke my head out of the cracked door, "Don't you want to know who they're from?"
"Shut up." She was walking away.
"Or what kind of cookies they are?"
"Shut up." She was at the next door.
"Or how many there are?"
"Fifteen. I counted that many sounds."
"... Oh." I retreated back into my room, now able to enjoy nudity, privacy, cookie, and porn. Unfortunately porn didn't rhyme with the other three. I opened the box.
There were fifteen cookies.
... A little while later, after watching some high school "virgin" online getting fucked by three college boys, I heard a knock.
I went and looked through the looking glass. It was my RA. She was empty handed. I opened my door, still nude, and hid behind it. "Yes?" I asked.
"I just wanted to see if I was right about how many cookies."
"No," I lied, "you weren't."
"I'm pretty sure I was. I heard them distinctly. Where are you, anyway?" she asked as she took a step into the room. I knew she couldn't resist her curiosity wanting to know where I was.
"Where do you think I am?"
She looked around the door where the sound was coming from and she saw me in all my nothingness. She froze. "I'm sorry- I didn't realize you hadn't put your clothes on yet."
"Why would I?" I asked, trying to sound genuine.
"Excuse me?"
"You 'saw' me naked before, why would that change now?"
"I just assumed you had just gotten out of the shower and hadn't dressed when I gave you your mail."
"No, I prefer nudity."
"Oh." She remained still. That's when I knew this was either a dream or she was curious. So I shut the door.
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