Simon Hewitt: Prologue
#1 of Simon Hewitt
Simon Hewitt sat by his apartment window, lazily stroking a slowly-growing bulge in his khakis. He was a grad student, and lately he had been increasingly distracted in the class he was a TA for- there was a beautiful green-eyed girl who had caught his eye. Laptop open, he browsed the internet, searching for pictures of her- but she seemed to be a meatspace-only entity. He sighed, sent his laptop to sleep, and unzipped his restrictive khakis. Her name was Caylee Newton, and she was a relatively short polar bear with no prominent seductive attributes, but he couldn't keep his mind off of her. The way she practically bounced into class, eager and bright, the way she strolled to her seat, the way she leaned over to set her backpack down before taking her seat and drawing her Fundamentals of Flight textbook out of her backpack...
His mind was drifting down her zaftig frame, dwelling first on her shoulders, then her breasts, her waist, her hips... Simon didn't know what a polar bear vagina looked like, so he made it up. He pictured himself reaching up one of her more flowing knee-length skirts, a green striped cotton number she had worn a few weeks ago. He imagined parting the labia and gently teasing her before thrusting one of his fingers deep inside of her. He freed his now fully erect cervine cock from his dark green boxers. "Caylee..." he moaned, gripping his shaft and losing track of his train of thought.
He worked his hand up and down his cock, skipping past the confusing chapters in his fantasy and imagining himself pounding her furiously, her body bent over a desk, the rest of the class watching in lust and envy. Simon continued imagining a generic sex scene in which he would enter and retract his penis from her several times before succumbing to a powerful orgasm. His hand flew up and down, faster and faster. He moaned, grunted, whimpered, and gasped for breath. His body became more and more rigid, his chair unimportant as he had fallen most of the way to the floor. Finally, he came with reckless abandon, spurting waves of cum into his hands. He sighed, looking at the mess he had made, and decided he'd clean it up later. For now, he was going to take a nap.