It couldn’t have been gay…right? Celeste was just like a girl, at least in all the ways that mattered. Whenever Kim would go out, she’d say “I’m going out with the girls”. Just like the rest of her friends, Celeste was “One of the girls”.
This weekend though, Kim’s normal routine of coming back to our apartment on Friday evenings, spending a few hours getting dressed all up, and pregaming with her girls in the living room, was altered a bit. Her department had a huge presentation to make on Monday and they all ‘chose’ to stay into the wee hours of the night to make ‘finishing touches’. A salary is part of the American dream, right?
When I heard the doorbell ring and got the notification on my phone, I’d wished right then that I hadn’t put off adding Kim’s account to our doorbell app. She’d called me earlier and let me know that she’d be staying very late at her office, so I assumed that she’d let all her friends know she wasn’t going out. I assumed wrong.
On the live feed, her friend Celeste (or at least I know now), was standing outside the door. I thought I’d just open the door and let her know where Kim was…but the universe had something else in store for me. Well….us.
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“Uh Hey…..Kim’s not here, she’s still at her office. If she’s not answering, it’s probably because they’re focused. I can tell her you stopped by when she gets back.”
The person standing across the threshold from me was out of place. The cement concrete ground was gray, the painted walls were a muted seafoam green, but she was vivid. Her bikini bottom, pasties, and rainbow fishnet gown ensemble was something you’d expect to see in a club at 1AM, not outside your front door.
“Actually my phone died in the car, I ubered here thinking we were all still going out.” She blurted out, staring up at me with a strange smile on her face. A familiar smile, almost like she knew me.
“Oh uh well I’d say you could come in and charge your phone, but I don’t know how much Kim would like me to be here alone with one of her girlfriends.” Came falling out of my mouth.
“I’m in luck then because I’m not a girl.” They said, maintaining the same knowing smile. I almost didn’t notice the arm stretched toward me with a hand motioning for a handshake at the end.
“Hi I’m Celeste! Well, my real name is Cesar, but when I’m with the girls Celeste is just easier. Don’t worry, I’m a boy. A fabulous boy, but a boy nonetheless.”
The warmth of his hand was nice and our eyes couldn’t seem to break contact. The tips of his nails brushed my palm ever so slightly when we let go.
“Sooooo…then can I charge my phone really quick?”
Trying to keep my composure:
“Yeah, I guess that’d be okay. I suppose I can’t just leave my girlfriend’s friend with no way to get back home.”
Passing me by, his scent was sweet, a dark & rich sweetness with a hint of spice. The sway in his walk and the effortless flex of each muscle in his toned thighs and plump glutes, made it so I didn’t quite remember how we’d gotten from the front door to sitting on the couch.
His eyes were light brown, like cinnamon. Under the pristine makeup, his features were naturally soft. Looking down I could see his hard cock, barely contained by the bikini bottom.
His lips parted. That smile again.
“Sooo…did you have a charger?”
“Oh! Yeah! Gimme a sec! I’ll be right back.”
It’s a miracle that my feet found the right steps, got me to the charger in the bedroom and back to the couch without falling over each other.
Celeste bent over the couch and plugged the cord into the wall. He wagged his bubble ever so slightly before sitting back down.
“I’m sorry I didn’t remember your name, Kim has probably mentioned it before and I’ve seen you here pregaming with her at least 2 or 3 times now.” I said, sounding calmer than I really was.
“I didn’t think you’d be the small talk type. You struck me as… more direct.” Celeste’s eyebrow was up, the knowing smile shifted to a smirk.
“What do you mean?”
I knew what he meant. Just because I’d placed my hand over my crotch didn’t mean he couldn’t see the clear outline of my throbbing cock through my shorts. No other woman tempted me since I’d gotten serious with Kim, but this didn’t count…right? I wasn’t a cheater.
The fishnet gown dropped to the hardwood. My sweatshorts followed. He was on his knees and his pixie cut was in my lap in what felt like an instant.
Warmth. Wetness. A perfect pressure. His tongue cradled the underside of my shaft, flicking at the end when he’d taken all of me into his mouth. Every motion Celeste made was cause for an uncontrollable moan to rise from my chest and a loss of breath. Spit pooled at the base my shaft. He adjusted his technique to what seemed like any minute movement or sound I’d made.
“Oh my…fuuuuck.”
Normally, after a few minutes of head from Kim I’d adjust and start fucking her throat, but I couldn’t dare take back control from Celeste now.
He grabbed my cock and started a slow rhythmic jerking motion.
“Oh booo, you’re going to cum already? We just started.”
THE smile was back.
“How do you know I-“
Before I could finish, he took all of me into his mouth and swallowed. I was out of my body. My balls were massaged between his palm and fingers delicately. I’d have thought the long pink nails would have been rough, but his hand moved with finesse.
I hadn’t noticed that I’d grabbed his head with both hands, but I surely noticed the overwhelming pressure building in my crotch. This was it. It was coming. I was cumming. He didn’t move away. His tongue massaged the spot just under the tip of my cock.
For a moment (or an eternity, I couldn’t confidently tell you which), I couldn’t see or hear, I could only feel. Euphoric waves radiated through my body.
Celeste laughs of victory are what brought me back to the room.
“Maybe I should have taken it easier on you. You aren’t as tough as you look.”
My voice fought it’s way out of my throat.
“Can you really blame me. Your touch is…your skills are…wow.”
“Kim doesn’t do it like that?”
The question hung in the air. Not only had I cheated, it with one of her friends. Celeste looked up at me smirking again. He’d planned this. The real world came rushing back to me. After all these years with Kim, I can’t believe that I did this. Will she forgive me? Especially since it wasn’t even….with a girl.
I didn’t think you’d be the small talk type. You struck me as… more direct.
“Give me your phone, I’ll save my number. I have a few more tricks to show you. That is, if you’d like that.”
He said turning his hand over, palm open, with the same eyebrow raised smirk on his face from earlier.
I unlocked it and put It in his hand.
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