The story of a Lonesome ol'Jerome

91- In little, blue tights, shooting little, white webs

*Andy's POV*

I waited until I didn't hear the sound of talking anymore, then knocked on Gwyn's open bedroom door. This was going to suck. She looked up from her phone, she looked excited and happy, and it made me feel crappy about having to bring any bad news. With all her makeup off, it made it obvious that she must dye her hair, her eyelashes and eyebrows were so fair... Her strange eyes held mine as she said, "Uh, what, dude? Andy?" Oops. I must have been staring.

"Uh..." I couldn't remember what I was going to tell her. "Um, you're pretty!" Phew, good save. And true. She had great skin, beautiful eyes, I loved to squeeze her, her hair was almost as good as mine-

She was blushing, it was cute. "If you say so. Did you talk to Jon or Blasko?" Oh yeah, right. Ugh.

I inwardly squirmed. Some part of me was trying to delay the inevitable. "How'd you even know their names?" She laughed, and it made me smile. She had such a great laugh, I would do stupid stuff all day long if it meant I could make her laugh.

"We've been over this, Andy! I know your favorite color is crimson, you used to play hockey, you were a junior Olympian. Your first band's name was Biersack, your birthday is December 26th, and, of course, your favorite comic book character of all time is most definitely, without a doubt, Spiderman!" She started laughing, I whacked her with a pillow from her bed.

"Fucking Spiderman?!!" She grabbed another pillow, and I took a blow to the head. It was on!

"Yes! You love him in his little blue tights! Shooting his little white webs!" Ugh, no! I dropped the pillow and tackled her around her waist to her bed.

"I do NOT love Spiderman, woman! He's a pansy bitch! You're horrible!" She laughed and laughed, which made me laugh. She looked so beautiful, laughing, with her eyes glittering, I went to kiss her. My mistake- it gave her the leverage she needed to flip us over. I could've forced her back over, but I liked the way she looked over me, sitting on top of me. She bent over me, her breasts rubbing against my chest as she kissed me. I felt my pants start to get uncomfortable.

She grinned. "You're so silly. Everyone knows you like Batman, Andy. But not everyone knows that, when asked what your favorite movie was, you said Seven. A solid choice, I love horror, but you know what I think?" Gwyn was rocking back and forth, just a little, but it was driving me nuts and making it hard to focus. I dimly remembered I was supposed to tell her something...

"Wh-what?" I was starting to not care about movies, comics, or going to the hospital.

"I think you're like me, and you don't really have a favorite movie. Just a lot you really like. Am I right?" She stopped moving and looked expectantly at me.

"Gwyn, you're driving me nuts! Yes, yes, you're right! Um... I thought you didn't want to have anymore sex until everything was taken care of?" I was trying hard to be good, goddammit! I wanted to squeeze those tits so bad! Instead I just grabbed her hips and held her to me as I pushed up off the bed to show her my raging boner. She reached down and ran a hand along the length of my cock through my pants, then gave it a light squeeze. "Fuck, Gwyn! Don't tease, fucking, um, please?" I really didn't like it when girls used sex as power, Gwyn hadn't struck me as like that.

"Andy, I don't tease." What? And then she had my dick out of my pants and in her mouth. After I got over my shock, I held her hair back for her and watched her work, it turned me on. Her small hand was wrapped around the base and followed the pace of her beestung, full lips, drawn taut around me. She would make little moans, and I could feel the vibrations travel down my shaft. Sometimes she would squeeze, or her suction would change, or hand would travel in a spiraling motion. Damn! My grip on her hair tightened. Fuck, she was really good at that, if she didn't stop soon I'd cum.

"Gwyn, I'm getting-" I went to shift from under her, but she put a hand on my chest.

She looked at me, and I went silent. "I want to taste you, Andy." She doubled her pace, concentration on her face. Fuck! It wasn't long before I couldn't have made myself stop her, before I was exploding in her mouth as she swallowed my load. I didn't realize it until she crawled up next to me, but I was panting with the exhilaration.

She kissed my cheek, and I got it together enough to turn and give her a light kiss on the lips. She smiled, she probably had been worried that I wouldn't be ok with kissing after a blowjob. Whatever, it wasn't a big deal. "You're fucking amazing. Like, goddamn. Where did that come from?" I was grinning like I fool, I couldn't help it. I was definitely not expecting head!

She kind of chortled. "I dunno, just kinda felt like it. Glad you liked it." She looked pleased with herself. "So, how'd it go with Jon?" Oh yeah, that. I groaned.