Page 34 of Craved By Lust

“Geez Frank,” she shrinks within herself, biting her lip, face flushing. “You always know how to make me embarrassed, huh?” she chuckles, looking away shyly. This is the part of her that captivates me… I’m the only one who probably knows she’s got this sexy and adorable side to her.

“I’m just saying what I mean,” I tell her as I place kisses on her shoulder. “Tell me though, I want to know more about you.” I kiss her neck.

“I… uhn w-well… I got into football because of my dad. I would see him throwing passes and running routes with the neighborhood boys. He would look so happy and honestly, I wanted to be a part of his smile,” she sighs and leans into me.

“That’s cute.” I cup her ass, sitting back, listening to her story.

“It was,” she smiles as she lays her head on my chest. “As the only kid and a girl, I’m sure my dad thought his dream of throwing his son the ball in the front yard would never come to pass. Especially since my mom was so adamant about not having any more kids. For me, while I couldn’t turn into a boy nor did I want to, I could at least learn to catch the ball. So I took the leap and asked him to teach me and it went from there. Seeing my dad smile was everything to me, so I picked it up and stuck with it.

It was fun, and I loved bonding with him. But man, the smile on his face when I got accepted on the team here was…” she trails off, blinking tears welling in her eyes, and my heart constricts from how pretty she is when she cries. “It was the best! My mom and dad don’t miss any of my games. But I love the sport too. It’s fun, and the adrenaline rush I get when I step on the field is wild,” she finishes, tears tumbling from her eyes.

“That’s awesome,” I smile, reaching over to wipe them away, happy to have more excuses to touch her.

“Thank you, a-and what about you? When or ratherwhydid you uhm… start cross-dressing?”

“Me? Well, I don’t have such a grand story as you do,” I chuckle, placing my hand on her thigh and rubbing it.

“Well, are you going to elaborate?” She sits up and cocks her head to the side adorably, and I raise a brow, but shake my head.

“Why, when I have better things I could be doing with my lips than telling a boring story?” I grab her waist, pulling her to me and taking her bottom lip into my mouth.

“Frank, you have a way of making girls feel special. You know that?” she moans breathlessly.

“No, I have a way of talking toyoubecauseyouare special,” I let her know because I could give a shit about other girls… there’s something aboutthisgirl in front of me that just does it for me. It’s like she’s made for me.

“Then if you feel that way, tell me why you cross dress.” She looks into my eyes and I swear it’s as if my heart will burst any minute now.What the fuck is this feeling?

“There really isn’t a special reason, I just…” I pause to recall the reason, and honestly there isn’t one in particular aside from… “I just don’t like dudes,” I shrug and her pretty mouth pops open.

“What? No way… that can’t be why?” she giggles beautifully, sending a jolt of electricity straight to my dick.

“But it is,” I smirk, devouring her every reaction.Seriously, how can someone so fucking pretty exist?

“That’s… honestly not what I was expecting, but I can rock with it,” she chuckles.

“And what exactly where you exacting? Or was it some dark tale like that Manbat guy? Something like my mother tragically passed away and I was the closed thing that looked like her, so I put on her wig and wore her clothes,” I deepen my voice and she smacks my face with a pillow, laughing.

“Ew, no!... but maybe yes?! Ugh, that’s horrible of me, isn’t it?!” She buries her face into the pillow she just hit me with and I chuckle at her damn adorableness.

“You’re not horrible, little baby,” I smirk, pushing her braid out of her face. “If anything, I’m sad I don’t have a more interesting story to tell.” I slide my hand that’s on her thigh further up.

“So do you j-just cross dress more often because you like it?” she asks and I shrug, kissing her hand.

“I don’t really think about it. I just do what makes me comfortable in the moment, and right now, that’s what this is.” To be honest, I’ve only been cross dressing more because Jessica seems to like it and I can tell it makes her more comfortable.Jessica is known for being standoffish with people, but guys in particular are always getting thrown a “fuck you” face.

The fact is she got in the car with me that night and wasn’t scared because I cross-dressed, so I’ll keep at it until it no longer serves me. It’s not like it makes me uncomfortable. I’m used to it, but I’m used to having a more balanced approach to how I dress.

“Frank, wh-whoever you date must feel on t— Ugn… of the world,” she grunts before she sits up, eyes wide. “Oh my God! I didn’t ask! Are you dating someone?!”I’ve never been so blatantly yet kindly dismissed in my life.

Jesus… Jessica pisses me off and turns me on all at the same fucking time. I frown at her words and grasp her, flipping her the fuck over onto her back, taking her lips into a deep kiss before pulling back.

Fuck, I want her… I always get what I want, and all the girls who I’m interested in are all too willing to cave and ride this ride. If not for curiosity at first, then certainly after just a little nudging. And they for fuck sure are willing to stay on it after they see ain’t shit fun-size about me, but Jessica…oh my sweet, innocent, and naïve baby.

No matter how much I poke, prod, and try to wiggle my way into her personal space, Jessica always finds a way to set my ass right back outside that mother fucker. Little does she know that shit just turns me the fuck on.This little cat and mouse chase she has no idea she’s a part of will leave her bent over somebody’s surface getting her ass ate and laying up in my bed with a belly fully of my babies if she don’t cut it out.

“Do you think I’d be here with you if I did?” I raise a brow.

“Coming from a girl that’s been cheated on in every relationship she’s been in... I don’t know.” She rolls her eyes, and my heart fucking aches. “Then again, we’re not in a relationship. We’re only friends, so…”She just keep driving the knife in the mother fucker… damn.

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