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Strong hands spun her round and shoved her down, face-first into the blankets. For one ceaseless split-second, she imagined turning and throwing her elbow back, fighting like an animal possessed. And then -
Julia did not freeze. But her body did.
"You're ready for me, aren't you?" Julia could hear his smile. "You're so fucking wet."
Andrew trailed a finger down her spine as the head of his cock brushed against her clit and caught against her lips. Julia squeezed her eyes shut, shuddering. He was big - bigger than he'd looked. His cock, that is. But his fingers, too - each electrified nerve in her body was suddenly, mercilessly awake, leaving her hyperaware of his body pressing against hers, each brush against her skin magnified a thousandfold. Each movement was a convulsion, each sensation a revelation.
His weight pressed down into her, his hands ghosting up her sides to tangle in her hair. "Well?"
"Huh?" Julia blinked, confused.
"I don't think you heard me. You're ready for me, aren't you? Answer me."
She opened her mouth to respond but only whimpers escaped, the words dying in her throat. He pushed inexorably forward all the same.
Andrew dragged his cock back against her again, aligning himself and holding her shaking hips still. She knew now it was going in there soon. She wondered when her roommate would be back. Andrew's weight shifted. Julia wondered if she might have forgotten to lock the door. Andrew's cock pressed into her. Traitorous liquid warmth shot up from her cunt to pool in her belly.
Hadn't Andrew said that Ashley needed his help with something?
A cough. A harsh laugh, punctuated with a thrust. Andrew tugged on her hair, hard.
"This life is crazy."
"Y-yeah."
Julia nodded. Her tits were there. How odd. She felt them - felt Andrew carelessly pawing at them. They did not feel like her tits.
How odd it was, to have a body. To be a body. Was that all that people were? Absurd and feckless sacks of flesh and bone, slapping aimlessly at one another, till away they rotted each in turn?
Feckless. She could almost have laughed at that. She must have spent far too much time with Andrew. What did the word even mean again? Her brain conjured the term "fuckless", and then she did laugh, from somewhere foggy and far away.
She felt a rod punch into her, a sack of flesh outside slapping at her crotch. She vacantly - fecklessly? - grasped for something, for anything real - but the skin of world slipped through her fingers. Sand in a sieve.
"Li-,"
A grunt. A thrust. A bite on her shoulder.
"Lia, you feel so good. I love you. You're amazing."
"Mmm," she replied, through clenched teeth and sudden tears. "Really glad you like it."