Daisy was lying on her stomach on top of the bed with an open textbookand notebook in front of her doing her best to try and concentrate on her studies. As if the noise of the showerhead that had been running full blast in the dorm room’s adjacent bathroom for the past fifteen minutes wasn’t enough to provide for the occasional eyebrow raising distraction she now had the extremely disruptive racket of the television to contend with. Cutting her eyes over towards the screen once more, she breathed out avery audible sigh of disgust while at the same time slamming the pen she held down on the notebook. “Damn it, Ronnie! Will you turn that shit off!” she fumed at the youngman seated on the floor just in front of the foot of the bed that she was lying on. “Hey, take it easy,” he said back over his shoulder. “I’ll be out ofyour hair in a few minutes.” “Well then will you at least turn it down,” she said to the back of hishead. The only response that she received from him in light of her request washis left hand raising up and making a reach behind his shoulder for a quick stroke through her flowing, dark brown locks. Daisy promptly jerked her head to the side, shaking loose his attempt at touch with a quick roll of her eyes. “Whatever,” she breathed out quietly. She was all set to drop her eyes back down to her curriculum when hereyes were drawn back to the screen. She gave the images playing on the television a full ten seconds worth of study before finally jostling her head about and lowering her eyes back down to her studies. Daisy had only managed to drop back into the scanning of the textsplayed out in front of her for a few minutes before she once again found her work disrupted. This time it was in the guise of Ronnie clamoring up to his feet. His back having previously been supported by the mattress behind him, it was the shuffling motion of his body, that had in turn shook the bed Daisy was on, that had succeeded in drawing her attention back his way. Her attention being a set of irritated eyes that continued to trailafter him as he moved around to the side of the bed. “Come here,” he said, planting a palm down on the exposed area of fleshon the back of her left thigh that lingered just beneath the hem of the navy blue plaid skirt that she had on. When she failed to respond to his touch Ronnie gave her leg a light squeeze and a shake. “Fuck off,” she sassed him calmly, jerking her leg to the side but doingnothing to the effect of freeing her from his grip. Her eyes immediately fell back to her work. “Oh, come on!” Ronnie fumed, giving the back of her leg another tug. “It’s not like I’ve got all day to sit here and fucking argue with you.” Prying his palm away from her thigh, he used it to toss up the back ofher skirt and reveal the thin, white strip of fabric gently tucked inside of the center crease between her ass cheeks. Daisy didn’t give the slightest flinch of a reaction to his motions. She simply went along with her studies as if he’d already left the room. Ronnie, on the other hand, leaned down and crushed his lips into the soft flesh that composed the bottom curvature of her right cheek while at the same time slipping a set of fingers beneath the center strip of her underwear. The open mouth kiss that he delivered was just gaping enough to allowfor a slight scraping of his teeth and quick swipe of his tongue during the short duration that it took for him to close his lips back together. In the meantime, the fingers that he had slid beneath the shield of her thong had taken up a more lingering endeavor as they caressingly perused over the heated skin composing the juncture between… Read the rest of Plight of the Voyeur
Author: Richard Wadsworth
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