Seirra's Dorm

[Tucker Dazzo]

"Oh ho ho so you're one for a strip tease?" he joked and started shaking his hips as he undid his belt, making obnoxiously seductive faces. He stopped after a moment though, giggling cutely, and pulled his belt from the pant loops. "Your turn," he said as he hooked his thumbs in his waistband. He had started the button of his pants too, but slowly just to see what she'd do.

(sorry its short)

[Sierra Briden]

When he stopped to give her a "turn" she leaned forward, glancing up at him with small smiles. Her eyes were large as she tried to look so innocently "nice" while she did something that'd put her on the "naughty" list if you asked Santa. This wasn't the first time a guy go cocky and told her to do the rest for him, so she grabbed his hips (a little forcefully) and bent her neck. Using her teeth, she grabbed the zipper of his jeans and pulled it down, then leaned back and smirked. Her fingers hooked in the waistband of his jeans, she raised an eyebrow teasingly, her fingers traveling down, down, down...

Stopping when she saw a wide band of his boxers, she leaned back, pretending to fix her shirt (which was falling so extremely low). "What?" she looked at him with a grin. "Do I have to do all the work?" She was practically to the point of begging - this was going so slow! But she wouldn't let him know that.

[Tucker Dazzo]

Tucker smiled as she helped, but put on a puppy put when she stopped. "Well isn't someone anxious?" He teased, gripping the waistband of both his jeans and his boxers. He'd started to shimmy them down when he suddenly stopped. He'd always liked to play 'tease'.

He dropped his hands from his waist then lifted them to the collar of his shirt. He offered up a wink just before pulling the tee off over his head and dropping it to the floor. Then he reached for the bottom of Sierra's shirt. "Now you," he said with a smile as he pulled the shirt off over her head. Honestly, with how see through and wonderfully feather like that shirt was, it was like he'd removed air.

He knelt on her bed next. He would've stayed standing, but wouldn't have been able to reach behind her back like he was now. It took only a second for Tucker to find and unhook the clasp.

[Sierra Briden]

Sierra watched expectantly as he inched his boxers down. She couldn't help but wonder how big he actually was. When he stopped, she realized what a teasing night they would have together - this would be fun. The shirt removed revealed a perfect upper body - and when he helped her out of her own shirt, she had to reach out to touch the muscles he had been hiding. With delicate fingers, she trailed a line down his torso until she reached the point where he had left his boxers. As he was occupied with her bra, she allowed herself to oggle at the parts of him he wasn't hiding with clothes.

"Man, Tucker," she breathed, letting out an impressed sigh. "You're built," she admired, noticing the fact that her bra had fell forward off her chest. Wrenching her attention away from his chest, she allowed the fabric to drop from her body. Squaring her shoulders, she looked him in the eye."Like what you see?" she murmured.

[Tucker Dazzo]

Tucker bit the corner of his lip and nodded when she asked if he liked what he saw. Quite honestly, being so young, she wasn't all that fantastic. He'd seen better. But she was alright for her age and he really didn't care about chests anyway. He had a chest too, so it wasn't all that fascinating to him when a girl took off their shirt. I mean don't get me wrong, he still loves every part of it. But its definitely not the best part.

"Guess its my turn again," he smiled as he rolled backwards so he could slide down his jeans. He had placed himself awkwardly on his back and was flipping his feet in the air to kick down the pants. It took a bit of effort, but he didn't want to stand back up so it would have to do. Once they were off and dropped on the floor, Tucker re-positioned himself in front of Sierra. He'd really liked when she ran her fingers down his chest. He hoped she'd do it again.

(i'm sorry its so sucky i'm running around the house doing like eight million things)

[Sierra Briden]

Sierra watched as he moved over onto his back, a small smile upon her lips. She was having a bit of a laugh on the inside over how he looked like a bug caught on its back, the way he had his legs in the air to get out of his jeans. Keeping her thoughts to herself, she just watched as he prepared himself. When he was done, she just grinned again. "If we're taking turns..." she murmured, and began to slide out of her jeans. She did it slowly, inching the fabric down one leg at a time. She was giving him a show - if this was their first time, he wouldn't forget it, she was sure. Or, she hoped he wouldn't forget her.

Let in only her underwear, she flipped her hair back over her shoulders and moved closer. Putting one leg on either side of him, she half-straddled his lap. Her fingers found their way back to his chest, tracing the outlines of his muscular torso. She found herself a little mesmerized by him. Most of the guys she slept with were skinny, the guys with long hair and addictions to pot. This was a refreshing view.

Moving her hips gently against his, she moved her gossamer touch to his boxers. Hooking her fingers in his waistband, she raised an eyebrow. "Now it's technically... your turn."

[Tucker Dazzo]

Tucker fought the urge to kiss her. Its not like he wanted to, it was just instinct. So he kept his face still as her lips slid across his. Eyes half closed, he watched her hands trailing down his torso towards his boxers. He snorted when she said 'technically'. "You can do it for me," he cooed gently, so as to not exhale all over her face. How gross would that be?

Though they'd only just moved closer, Tucker inched back a bit so she could get a better grip on the edge of his boxers. Mimicking her motions, he too looped his thumbs in the waistband of her underwear. Slowly, he slipped down one side and looked up at her with a wink. "G'head," he said quietly, keeping eye contact.

[Sierra Briden]

She didn't have to wait for him to say it twice - her fingers moved his boxers down in seconds. The warmth of his touch against her hips made her shiver with excitement. Putting her hands on his shoulders again, she leaned in, eyes daring him to make the next move. "Go on, then," she murmured.

PS. I know it sucks. D:

[Tucker Dazzo]

Tucker took advantage of her leaning forward by quickly slipping her underwear the rest of the way down. She'd been sitting at the perfect angle, so he decided to stop being such a tease and just get it over with. Now, both sitting in the most vulnerable state, Tucker placed his hands beneath her thighs and lifted her onto his lap. Nothing sexual had happened (if yeh know what i mean.. cuz obviously this is sexual haha), but the two were closer than they had been all night. He'd moved his hands up from her legs to her back now and her face was above his as he stared up at her. He really had to admit that she was rather beautiful.

"Ready?" Tucker asked coolly, gently rubbing her back with one of his hands before he leaned his face forward to kiss her collarbones. This kind of kissing was okay for him. It was kisses on the lips that got to his heart.

[Sierra Briden]

When she found herself suddenly naked and on top of Tucker Dazzo, it was like the whole rest of the night had been wasted in a daze. His hands felt just right on her skin. He was gentle, but his grip was firm enough to feel good. Positioned above him, she looked down, cheeks barely tinted red as she flushed, excited. "Ready as I'll ever be. Take me, Dazzo," she whimpered, needy from being above him and not getting any sort of pleasure yet. "You've had your teasing," she whined. "Don't make me beg."