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"Welcome to the shit show, Cosette."

"You actually showed up today? Should have called in like you said."

"Ha. At least you'll provide some entertainment."

I had barely walked through the door of the hospital emergency department I worked at before everybody was seemingly telling me I should have stayed home. I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. No loud patients. No crying families. Seemed like a full crew.

As I put my purse into my locker in the break room, my charge nurse, Lisa, came into the break room, and said, "Oh boy. You're going to love tonight."

"Why does everybody keep saying that?"

"Systems down. Everything. We're completely back to paper only."

Fuck. I should have called in.

"Where is IT? What's the ETA?"

Lisa took a drink out of her water bottle and shook her head. "They can't figure it out. They're completely lost. They're calling in Reid."

"Who the fuck is Reid?"

Lisa laughed, took another drink, and said, "I'll see you out on the floor."

I exited the break room and immediately turned to go into the bathroom. After using the toilet, I looked at myself in the mirror. My blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, extending out a little from my head before going down, ending just past my shoulders. There was a little bit of pink at the very end. I had the smallest hint of makeup on, although I'd never been one to think I needed much of it.

I smoothed out the lipstick I had hastily put on before coming to work and fixed the collar of my maroon scrub top. I adjusted the top a little, making sure that my breasts weren't too visible. Not that I minded showing off...most Friday nights, I loved it actually...but I tried to hide them when I was at work. It wasn't always the easiest, especially with the tight, small scrub tops I had.

I took my first patient of the night, an older gentleman with a¹ broken arm, and immediately hated everything. Why paper? How did anybody survive before computers? I was complaining within five minutes.

I had been in the emergency department since graduating from nursing school a year ago and had celebrated my twenty-third birthday a few weeks ago. That night was a lot more fun. Bar hopping. Guys all over me. Getting drunk. Getting laid. Waking up in the morning and getting laid again. That's what I lived for. I loved being a nurse, but not paperwork. I should have called in.

"Maybe I should just promise all the guys that come in tonight a blowjob if they'll just go to urgent care in the morning," I suggested to Karen, who had made the comment about me providing entertainment earlier and was probably my best friend in the department.

"Or show them your thong," she suggested, making us both laugh.

"Maybe I'm not wearing one."

"Wouldn't surprise me."

"Cosette!"

Lisa was waving me over and I walked up to her station at the nurse's desk. "Reid will be here in about ten minutes. You currently have the least amount of patients and probably know the computer system best. Stick with him and give him whatever he needs."

"Really? You're sticking me with the nerd?"

"Do you want to keep using paper all night?"

"Understood."

I went into the break room, taking a drink of water and checking my phone. I had five Snapchats, all from different friends at various bars around town, asking where I was at. Three different guys had texted me, asking if I was available that night. One missed phone call, from my roommate, with a voicemail, teasing me about having to work and her having the house to herself. And a "friend."

I snapped back all of my friends, telling them I was at work. One of them, a nurse like me, texted me, asking how my night was going.

"OK, I guess. Computer system is down. IT is sending in some nerd to look at it and Lisa wants me to help him. So, I get to be ogled by him the rest of the night, I'm sure."

"Like that would stop you from sleeping with him," she responded.

"You're probably right," I admitted. I did like to sleep around and, after working the graveyard shift, my standards did usually lower. A lot.

I heard my name being called, stuffed my phone into my pocket, and walked out into the emergency department's lobby, finding Lisa standing next to some guy I had never seen before.

"Cosette, this is Reid. Reid, Cosette. She'll help with whatever you need."

"OK," the man said simply.

And what a man. There was no way he was the IT guy. Tall. Chiseled. Hot.

This night just got a lot more interesting.

I followed Reid to one of the workstations for the nurses and watched him boot up one of the computers. "So, you're in IT? I thought I knew everybody there. Where do they hide you at?"

I thought that I heard him mutter something about "off campus" but wasn't sure as he typed on the keyboard, different screens flashing before him on the monitor. "Have you worked for the hospital long? I've only been here for a year."

Reid ignored me, reading something on the screen before standing up. He started to walk away and when I asked where he was going, he said, "Server room." I asked if I needed to follow him and he just shrugged.

I looked over at Karen, attempting to fill out some paperwork, and decided to follow Reid. As we walked to the server room, located on the other side of the hospital, I tried to ask him some more questions, but was still ignored. I finally asked a few about the system, and got him to talk a little. The issue was centralized to the emergency department. He wasn't sure what caused it. Yes, he could fix it. No, he didn't think it would cause us to close for the night.

I stood around the server room for half an hour, having no idea what Reid was doing, or attempting to do, and not being asked to do anything when he finally turned and looked at me. I stared into his eyes, noticing how deep blue they were, and waited for him to say something.

"You can go back to the ED. I'll call you if I need you," he said flatly.

"Oh ok. Do you need my number to get a hold of me?"

Reid just held up the walkie talkie we all kept around our necks to communicate with each other before turning back to the screen in front of him. I took a couple of steps away before turning my head back around, expecting to catch him looking at my ass. But he was firmly glued to whatever was on the screen. I wasn't used to that.

When I got back to the emergency department, Karen and Lisa were relaxing at the desks and I went to join them. "Where the hell did this guy come from? He's impossible!" I exclaimed, looking at Lisa, thinking that she must know him.

She laughed and said, "Yeah, I figured you would feel that way about him."

"Seriously. What's his deal?"

Lisa took a deep breath before saying, "He doesn't really have one. Incredibly smart and quiet. Got hired young, barely said a word. Stayed in a little corner of the hospital for a year and when he came out, our entire system throughout the hospital had been redone. The hospital paid him...pays him...a boatload of money to stay on the payroll and keep it...us...running."

"So, he usually works from home?" Karen asked. "How often does he actually come in?"

"Yep, works from home. I've seen him a handful of times over the years, but it's rare. Usually when the chief wants a meeting with him or IT. Last I heard, he bought a bunch of land, built a house, and does all of the work from out there. Whatever has taken us down tonight, it must be major for him to come in," explained Lisa.

"Is he married? How old is he?" I asked, honestly getting intrigued by him the more I learned.

"I don't think he's married and I think he's early thirties, if even that. Is he not falling for you like every other guy?" teased Lisa, making Karen laugh.

When Reid came back to the emergency department an hour later, I went and asked him if he needed anything.

"Nope," another simple reply, still staring at the monitor in front of him.

As he typed, I noticed a tattoo on his arm, something that looked like a pine tree with its roots exposed. "That's a pretty cool tattoo. Looks like a lot of detail went into it."

He glanced down at his forearm and said, "Yeah. It was really well done."

"Is it the only one you have? I have four myself, but most people only see one." I had used that line so many times in the past and it always got a reaction.

But Reid just stood up, said, "I need to go to the IT department," and walked away again, leaving me speechless as I leaned on the counter.

"You're so pissed right now, aren't you?" Karen said a second later, walking over to me with a clipboard in her hand. "Have you ever had a guy ignore you like this?"

"Shut up, Karen."

I saw a few patients in the waiting area and before I got assigned one, I went into the bathroom. As I stared at myself in the mirror, I got an idea, one that I knew was going to work. I quickly went to my locker, pulled out a different scrub top, and went back into the bathroom to change into it. This one wasn't as tight as my first top. It was a little looser. With a lower-cut neckline.

When Karen saw that I had changed, she laughed and said, "You're pathetic."

"Shut up, Karen."

When Reid came back again, I deliberately leaned over the desk he was at, letting my top fall open and knowing that he had a perfect view down it, with my red lace bra covering my medium-sized breasts. I asked if there was anything I could do for him...anything at all...and told him I was available for him.

He finally looked up at me. I saw his eyes shoot downward, if only briefly. I thought I had him...

"Will you tell Lisa that we'll be back up fully in ten minutes and I no longer require your assistance. She can assign you another patient if she needs to."

"Are you fucking serious?"

Reid didn't respond, going back to the computer as I walked off.

I didn't see Reid when he left but everything was back up and running. The rest of my shift was as normal as it could possibly be. Bloody noses. Sideaches that lasted way too long. A couple of drunks. And me being horny as I left.

I thought about calling one of the guys who had called me the night before. Then I remembered it was seven in the morning on Saturday and I seriously doubted that any of them would be available. Instead, I made the thirty-minute drive to my apartment, trying to figure out where I went wrong with Reid. And just getting myself more turned on.

I tried my best to be quiet as I walked into my apartment, not sure if my roommate had had a late night, had anybody over, or if she was even home. Her bedroom door was shut and the rest of the apartment was spotless, something we strived to keep clean with our busy lives.

Walking into my room, I put my keys and phone down in a tray on my dresser. I walked into my private bathroom, pulled my hair out of the ponytail, and combed it out. I quickly turned on the shower before stripping off my scrubs, bra, and panties, tossing them all into a laundry basket.

I closed the bathroom door and looked at myself in the full-length mirror that hung on the back of the door. I loved my body. My full, firm breasts. Nipples that stuck out and were sensitive. A flat stomach, slender legs, nicely manicured toes. I was hot and I knew it. Reid was crazy. I always had my choice of men. If I had gone out last night instead of work, I would have gotten laid.

After I took a shower, I put on a loose-fitting, spaghetti-strap white tank top, a pair of pink panties, and sat down at my makeup table. When I was working, I only wore basic jewelry. A clear stud in my nose. Small studs or hoops in my ears. But, now that I was off and didn't have to go back for two days, I put on my normal jewelry.

The clear stud was changed out for a larger, gold hoop in my nose. In my ears, I put in two-different size hoops, one small and one medium. Above them was a larger stud. And a double helix in the upper cartilage. All gold, of course. I had a couple of necklaces I normally wore sitting out, but didn't put them on, yet, saving them for after a short nap.

As I stood up, I double-checked the piercing in my belly button, something I always did as a habit. It had been there since I was sixteen, only changed out twice, and yet I still worried it would fall out.

I pulled back the covers on my bed and laid down, grabbing my phone to scroll through social media. I had posted a bikini photo a few days earlier and laughed at a few of the comments I had received. If only some of these people saw the photos I didn't share online. They would go insane.

Curiosity got the better of me and, even though I didn't know his last name, I did a search for Reid. Of course, I failed in my search, although I had a feeling I wouldn't find anything even if I knew his last name.

As I scrolled through videos on TikTok, I absentmindedly slipped my free hand under the covers of my bed, past my breasts, and into my panties. I softly rubbed my shaved pussy, almost instantly turning myself back on.

I put my phone down on my nightstand and opened up the drawer. I dug around for a second before I pulled out a velvet-covered bag. As I slid my finger up and down my slit, teasing my entrance, I opened the bag and pulled out a realistic-looking, medium-length dildo.

I left it on the bed as I pulled the covers off me and pushed my panties down to my knees, just enough for me to spread my legs comfortably enough. I briefly opened up Reddit, going to one of my favorite NSFW subs, as I slid my finger into my pussy, sliding it in and out a few times.

I wasn't able to focus on the porn playing on my phone as I had other thoughts running through my head, so I locked my phone and sat it down. I picked up the dildo with my right hand and moved it close to my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and swirled it around the tip, coating it with my saliva, before I moved the dildo down to my groin.

I used my left hand to pull my pussy lips open as I inserted rhe tip of the dildo into my pussy and moaned as I pushed it deep inside. I let go with my left hand, feeling the dildo immediately stretching out my sides as my pussy closed around it, and held it deep inside myself.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of the dildo stretching me out. I had my hand firmly gripping the bottom of it, my fingers grazing the balls, as I started to pull it out to its tip before pushing it back in. I worked up to a steady pace, going as hard and fast as I liked a real cock to do.

As I fucked myself with my dildo, I used my left hand to rub my nipples through my tank top. With how sensitive they were to being touched, I moaned and felt a wave of pleasure go through my body as I pinched them.

"Oh yes."

With the dildo moving in and out of my pussy, I moved my free hand down to my groin. I found my clit and started to rub it with my fingers, trying not to moan too loud, just in case my roommate was home.

I kept most of the dildo inside, moving just the tip and a few inches in and out, fast and hard, my hand gripped tightly around the end of it, as I felt my orgasm getting closer and closer. I pushed down on my clit, rubbing it with two fingers, pushing up my hips at the same time.

I brought my legs up, bending them at the knee, feeling them being pulled together by the underwear between them. My pussy was still being stretched by the dildo, my hips pushing up as I arched my back. My breathing was getting shallower, the thoughts in my head becoming more and more intense.

"Oh my God!"

I couldn't help it. I moaned loudly as my climax hit hard. The back of my head pushed against the bed as my entire back and hips arched off it, burying the dildo to its hilt, and causing my fingers to graze across my pussy hips.

"Yes. Yes. Yes!"

I felt paralyzed from the orgasm, only able to keep the dildo pushed inside me and pressure on my clit. Wave after wave of pure pleasure and endorphins made me forget almost everything in my life.

When my orgasm started to die down, I slowly lowered my hips and back, and pulled the dildo from my pussy. I held it up, watching as the juices from orgasm started to drip off, and quickly brought it up to my mouth. I used my tongue to lick it off before setting the dildo down on the nightstand, hoping I would remember to wipe it off when I woke up.

After pulling up my panties, I pulled the covers back over my body as I rolled over, one single thought in my head.

"Did I really just get off while thinking about the guy that rejected me?"

I spent my weekend trying to forget about Reid and managed to do exactly that. I went out with some friends, danced, got drunk, and hooked up with two different guys on my two nights off. By the time I had to go back to work, I was back to being my usual confident self.

That night, I left my blonde hair down and had it curled from the night before. I put on a pair of hot pink scrubs that fit tight around my bust and waist. While the emergency department wasn't the best or easiest place to find a hookup, I had taken home more than one X-ray technician and it was definitely my plan for tonight.

But those plans changed quickly. As soon as I walked in, another charge nurse, this one named Sloane, came up to me and said, "We had a complaint filed against you."

I stopped in my tracks, trying to figure out what I could have possibly done. "By who? About what?"

"I haven't seen the official complaint yet, but it seems like the IT guy wasn't too happy with you."

Reid.

That fucking asshole.

"Welcome to the shit show, Cosette."

"You actually showed up today? Should have called in like you said."

"Ha. At least you'll provide some entertainment."

I had barely walked through the door of the hospital emergency department I worked at before everybody was seemingly telling me I should have stayed home. I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. No loud patients. No crying families. Seemed like a full crew.

As I put my purse into my locker in the break room, my charge nurse, Lisa, came into the break room, and said, "Oh boy. You're going to love tonight."

"Why does everybody keep saying that?"

"Systems down. Everything. We're completely back to paper only."

Fuck. I should have called in.

"Where is IT? What's the ETA?"

Lisa took a drink out of her water bottle and shook her head. "They can't figure it out. They're completely lost. They're calling in Reid."

"Who the fuck is Reid?"

Lisa laughed, took another drink, and said, "I'll see you out on the floor."

I exited the break room and immediately turned to go into the bathroom. After using the toilet, I looked at myself in the mirror. My blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, extending out a little from my head before going down, ending just past my shoulders. There was a little bit of pink at the very end. I had the smallest hint of makeup on, although I'd never been one to think I needed much of it.

I smoothed out the lipstick I had hastily put on before coming to work and fixed the collar of my maroon scrub top. I adjusted the top a little, making sure that my breasts weren't too visible. Not that I minded showing off...most Friday nights, I loved it actually...but I tried to hide them when I was at work. It wasn't always the easiest, especially with the tight, small scrub tops I had.

I took my first patient of the night, an older gentleman with a¹ broken arm, and immediately hated everything. Why paper? How did anybody survive before computers? I was complaining within five minutes.

I had been in the emergency department since graduating from nursing school a year ago and had celebrated my twenty-third birthday a few weeks ago. That night was a lot more fun. Bar hopping. Guys all over me. Getting drunk. Getting laid. Waking up in the morning and getting laid again. That's what I lived for. I loved being a nurse, but not paperwork. I should have called in.

"Maybe I should just promise all the guys that come in tonight a blowjob if they'll just go to urgent care in the morning," I suggested to Karen, who had made the comment about me providing entertainment earlier and was probably my best friend in the department.

"Or show them your thong," she suggested, making us both laugh.

"Maybe I'm not wearing one."

"Wouldn't surprise me."

"Cosette!"

Lisa was waving me over and I walked up to her station at the nurse's desk. "Reid will be here in about ten minutes. You currently have the least amount of patients and probably know the computer system best. Stick with him and give him whatever he needs."

"Really? You're sticking me with the nerd?"

"Do you want to keep using paper all night?"

"Understood."

I went into the break room, taking a drink of water and checking my phone. I had five Snapchats, all from different friends at various bars around town, asking where I was at. Three different guys had texted me, asking if I was available that night. One missed phone call, from my roommate, with a voicemail, teasing me about having to work and her having the house to herself. And a "friend."

I snapped back all of my friends, telling them I was at work. One of them, a nurse like me, texted me, asking how my night was going.

"OK, I guess. Computer system is down. IT is sending in some nerd to look at it and Lisa wants me to help him. So, I get to be ogled by him the rest of the night, I'm sure."

"Like that would stop you from sleeping with him," she responded.

"You're probably right," I admitted. I did like to sleep around and, after working the graveyard shift, my standards did usually lower. A lot.

I heard my name being called, stuffed my phone into my pocket, and walked out into the emergency department's lobby, finding Lisa standing next to some guy I had never seen before.

"Cosette, this is Reid. Reid, Cosette. She'll help with whatever you need."

"OK," the man said simply.

And what a man. There was no way he was the IT guy. Tall. Chiseled. Hot.

This night just got a lot more interesting.

I followed Reid to one of the workstations for the nurses and watched him boot up one of the computers. "So, you're in IT? I thought I knew everybody there. Where do they hide you at?"

I thought that I heard him mutter something about "off campus" but wasn't sure as he typed on the keyboard, different screens flashing before him on the monitor. "Have you worked for the hospital long? I've only been here for a year."

Reid ignored me, reading something on the screen before standing up. He started to walk away and when I asked where he was going, he said, "Server room." I asked if I needed to follow him and he just shrugged.

I looked over at Karen, attempting to fill out some paperwork, and decided to follow Reid. As we walked to the server room, located on the other side of the hospital, I tried to ask him some more questions, but was still ignored. I finally asked a few about the system, and got him to talk a little. The issue was centralized to the emergency department. He wasn't sure what caused it. Yes, he could fix it. No, he didn't think it would cause us to close for the night.

I stood around the server room for half an hour, having no idea what Reid was doing, or attempting to do, and not being asked to do anything when he finally turned and looked at me. I stared into his eyes, noticing how deep blue they were, and waited for him to say something.

"You can go back to the ED. I'll call you if I need you," he said flatly.

"Oh ok. Do you need my number to get a hold of me?"

Reid just held up the walkie talkie we all kept around our necks to communicate with each other before turning back to the screen in front of him. I took a couple of steps away before turning my head back around, expecting to catch him looking at my ass. But he was firmly glued to whatever was on the screen. I wasn't used to that.

When I got back to the emergency department, Karen and Lisa were relaxing at the desks and I went to join them. "Where the hell did this guy come from? He's impossible!" I exclaimed, looking at Lisa, thinking that she must know him.

She laughed and said, "Yeah, I figured you would feel that way about him."

"Seriously. What's his deal?"

Lisa took a deep breath before saying, "He doesn't really have one. Incredibly smart and quiet. Got hired young, barely said a word. Stayed in a little corner of the hospital for a year and when he came out, our entire system throughout the hospital had been redone. The hospital paid him...pays him...a boatload of money to stay on the payroll and keep it...us...running."

"So, he usually works from home?" Karen asked. "How often does he actually come in?"

"Yep, works from home. I've seen him a handful of times over the years, but it's rare. Usually when the chief wants a meeting with him or IT. Last I heard, he bought a bunch of land, built a house, and does all of the work from out there. Whatever has taken us down tonight, it must be major for him to come in," explained Lisa.

"Is he married? How old is he?" I asked, honestly getting intrigued by him the more I learned.

"I don't think he's married and I think he's early thirties, if even that. Is he not falling for you like every other guy?" teased Lisa, making Karen laugh.

When Reid came back to the emergency department an hour later, I went and asked him if he needed anything.

"Nope," another simple reply, still staring at the monitor in front of him.

As he typed, I noticed a tattoo on his arm, something that looked like a pine tree with its roots exposed. "That's a pretty cool tattoo. Looks like a lot of detail went into it."

He glanced down at his forearm and said, "Yeah. It was really well done."

"Is it the only one you have? I have four myself, but most people only see one." I had used that line so many times in the past and it always got a reaction.

But Reid just stood up, said, "I need to go to the IT department," and walked away again, leaving me speechless as I leaned on the counter.

"You're so pissed right now, aren't you?" Karen said a second later, walking over to me with a clipboard in her hand. "Have you ever had a guy ignore you like this?"

"Shut up, Karen."

I saw a few patients in the waiting area and before I got assigned one, I went into the bathroom. As I stared at myself in the mirror, I got an idea, one that I knew was going to work. I quickly went to my locker, pulled out a different scrub top, and went back into the bathroom to change into it. This one wasn't as tight as my first top. It was a little looser. With a lower-cut neckline.

When Karen saw that I had changed, she laughed and said, "You're pathetic."

"Shut up, Karen."

When Reid came back again, I deliberately leaned over the desk he was at, letting my top fall open and knowing that he had a perfect view down it, with my red lace bra covering my medium-sized breasts. I asked if there was anything I could do for him...anything at all...and told him I was available for him.

He finally looked up at me. I saw his eyes shoot downward, if only briefly. I thought I had him...

"Will you tell Lisa that we'll be back up fully in ten minutes and I no longer require your assistance. She can assign you another patient if she needs to."

"Are you fucking serious?"

Reid didn't respond, going back to the computer as I walked off.

I didn't see Reid when he left but everything was back up and running. The rest of my shift was as normal as it could possibly be. Bloody noses. Sideaches that lasted way too long. A couple of drunks. And me being horny as I left.

I thought about calling one of the guys who had called me the night before. Then I remembered it was seven in the morning on Saturday and I seriously doubted that any of them would be available. Instead, I made the thirty-minute drive to my apartment, trying to figure out where I went wrong with Reid. And just getting myself more turned on.

I tried my best to be quiet as I walked into my apartment, not sure if my roommate had had a late night, had anybody over, or if she was even home. Her bedroom door was shut and the rest of the apartment was spotless, something we strived to keep clean with our busy lives.

Walking into my room, I put my keys and phone down in a tray on my dresser. I walked into my private bathroom, pulled my hair out of the ponytail, and combed it out. I quickly turned on the shower before stripping off my scrubs, bra, and panties, tossing them all into a laundry basket.

I closed the bathroom door and looked at myself in the full-length mirror that hung on the back of the door. I loved my body. My full, firm breasts. Nipples that stuck out and were sensitive. A flat stomach, slender legs, nicely manicured toes. I was hot and I knew it. Reid was crazy. I always had my choice of men. If I had gone out last night instead of work, I would have gotten laid.

After I took a shower, I put on a loose-fitting, spaghetti-strap white tank top, a pair of pink panties, and sat down at my makeup table. When I was working, I only wore basic jewelry. A clear stud in my nose. Small studs or hoops in my ears. But, now that I was off and didn't have to go back for two days, I put on my normal jewelry.

The clear stud was changed out for a larger, gold hoop in my nose. In my ears, I put in two-different size hoops, one small and one medium. Above them was a larger stud. And a double helix in the upper cartilage. All gold, of course. I had a couple of necklaces I normally wore sitting out, but didn't put them on, yet, saving them for after a short nap.

As I stood up, I double-checked the piercing in my belly button, something I always did as a habit. It had been there since I was sixteen, only changed out twice, and yet I still worried it would fall out.

I pulled back the covers on my bed and laid down, grabbing my phone to scroll through social media. I had posted a bikini photo a few days earlier and laughed at a few of the comments I had received. If only some of these people saw the photos I didn't share online. They would go insane.

Curiosity got the better of me and, even though I didn't know his last name, I did a search for Reid. Of course, I failed in my search, although I had a feeling I wouldn't find anything even if I knew his last name.

As I scrolled through videos on TikTok, I absentmindedly slipped my free hand under the covers of my bed, past my breasts, and into my panties. I softly rubbed my shaved pussy, almost instantly turning myself back on.

I put my phone down on my nightstand and opened up the drawer. I dug around for a second before I pulled out a velvet-covered bag. As I slid my finger up and down my slit, teasing my entrance, I opened the bag and pulled out a realistic-looking, medium-length dildo.

I left it on the bed as I pulled the covers off me and pushed my panties down to my knees, just enough for me to spread my legs comfortably enough. I briefly opened up Reddit, going to one of my favorite NSFW subs, as I slid my finger into my pussy, sliding it in and out a few times.

I wasn't able to focus on the porn playing on my phone as I had other thoughts running through my head, so I locked my phone and sat it down. I picked up the dildo with my right hand and moved it close to my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and swirled it around the tip, coating it with my saliva, before I moved the dildo down to my groin.

I used my left hand to pull my pussy lips open as I inserted rhe tip of the dildo into my pussy and moaned as I pushed it deep inside. I let go with my left hand, feeling the dildo immediately stretching out my sides as my pussy closed around it, and held it deep inside myself.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of the dildo stretching me out. I had my hand firmly gripping the bottom of it, my fingers grazing the balls, as I started to pull it out to its tip before pushing it back in. I worked up to a steady pace, going as hard and fast as I liked a real cock to do.

As I fucked myself with my dildo, I used my left hand to rub my nipples through my tank top. With how sensitive they were to being touched, I moaned and felt a wave of pleasure go through my body as I pinched them.

"Oh yes."

With the dildo moving in and out of my pussy, I moved my free hand down to my groin. I found my clit and started to rub it with my fingers, trying not to moan too loud, just in case my roommate was home.

I kept most of the dildo inside, moving just the tip and a few inches in and out, fast and hard, my hand gripped tightly around the end of it, as I felt my orgasm getting closer and closer. I pushed down on my clit, rubbing it with two fingers, pushing up my hips at the same time.

I brought my legs up, bending them at the knee, feeling them being pulled together by the underwear between them. My pussy was still being stretched by the dildo, my hips pushing up as I arched my back. My breathing was getting shallower, the thoughts in my head becoming more and more intense.

"Oh my God!"

I couldn't help it. I moaned loudly as my climax hit hard. The back of my head pushed against the bed as my entire back and hips arched off it, burying the dildo to its hilt, and causing my fingers to graze across my pussy hips.

"Yes. Yes. Yes!"

I felt paralyzed from the orgasm, only able to keep the dildo pushed inside me and pressure on my clit. Wave after wave of pure pleasure and endorphins made me forget almost everything in my life.

When my orgasm started to die down, I slowly lowered my hips and back, and pulled the dildo from my pussy. I held it up, watching as the juices from orgasm started to drip off, and quickly brought it up to my mouth. I used my tongue to lick it off before setting the dildo down on the nightstand, hoping I would remember to wipe it off when I woke up.

After pulling up my panties, I pulled the covers back over my body as I rolled over, one single thought in my head.

"Did I really just get off while thinking about the guy that rejected me?"

I spent my weekend trying to forget about Reid and managed to do exactly that. I went out with some friends, danced, got drunk, and hooked up with two different guys on my two nights off. By the time I had to go back to work, I was back to being my usual confident self.

That night, I left my blonde hair down and had it curled from the night before. I put on a pair of hot pink scrubs that fit tight around my bust and waist. While the emergency department wasn't the best or easiest place to find a hookup, I had taken home more than one X-ray technician and it was definitely my plan for tonight.

But those plans changed quickly. As soon as I walked in, another charge nurse, this one named Sloane, came up to me and said, "We had a complaint filed against you."

I stopped in my tracks, trying to figure out what I could have possibly done. "By who? About what?"

"I haven't seen the official complaint yet, but it seems like the IT guy wasn't too happy with you."

Reid.

That fucking asshole.

"Welcome to the shit show, Cosette."

"You actually showed up today? Should have called in like you said."

"Ha. At least you'll provide some entertainment."

I had barely walked through the door of the hospital emergency department I worked at before everybody was seemingly telling me I should have stayed home. I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. No loud patients. No crying families. Seemed like a full crew.

As I put my purse into my locker in the break room, my charge nurse, Lisa, came into the break room, and said, "Oh boy. You're going to love tonight."

"Why does everybody keep saying that?"

"Systems down. Everything. We're completely back to paper only."

Fuck. I should have called in.

"Where is IT? What's the ETA?"

Lisa took a drink out of her water bottle and shook her head. "They can't figure it out. They're completely lost. They're calling in Reid."

"Who the fuck is Reid?"

Lisa laughed, took another drink, and said, "I'll see you out on the floor."

I exited the break room and immediately turned to go into the bathroom. After using the toilet, I looked at myself in the mirror. My blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, extending out a little from my head before going down, ending just past my shoulders. There was a little bit of pink at the very end. I had the smallest hint of makeup on, although I'd never been one to think I needed much of it.

I smoothed out the lipstick I had hastily put on before coming to work and fixed the collar of my maroon scrub top. I adjusted the top a little, making sure that my breasts weren't too visible. Not that I minded showing off...most Friday nights, I loved it actually...but I tried to hide them when I was at work. It wasn't always the easiest, especially with the tight, small scrub tops I had.

I took my first patient of the night, an older gentleman with a¹ broken arm, and immediately hated everything. Why paper? How did anybody survive before computers? I was complaining within five minutes.

I had been in the emergency department since graduating from nursing school a year ago and had celebrated my twenty-third birthday a few weeks ago. That night was a lot more fun. Bar hopping. Guys all over me. Getting drunk. Getting laid. Waking up in the morning and getting laid again. That's what I lived for. I loved being a nurse, but not paperwork. I should have called in.

"Maybe I should just promise all the guys that come in tonight a blowjob if they'll just go to urgent care in the morning," I suggested to Karen, who had made the comment about me providing entertainment earlier and was probably my best friend in the department.

"Or show them your thong," she suggested, making us both laugh.

"Maybe I'm not wearing one."

"Wouldn't surprise me."

"Cosette!"

Lisa was waving me over and I walked up to her station at the nurse's desk. "Reid will be here in about ten minutes. You currently have the least amount of patients and probably know the computer system best. Stick with him and give him whatever he needs."

"Really? You're sticking me with the nerd?"

"Do you want to keep using paper all night?"

"Understood."

I went into the break room, taking a drink of water and checking my phone. I had five Snapchats, all from different friends at various bars around town, asking where I was at. Three different guys had texted me, asking if I was available that night. One missed phone call, from my roommate, with a voicemail, teasing me about having to work and her having the house to herself. And a "friend."

I snapped back all of my friends, telling them I was at work. One of them, a nurse like me, texted me, asking how my night was going.

"OK, I guess. Computer system is down. IT is sending in some nerd to look at it and Lisa wants me to help him. So, I get to be ogled by him the rest of the night, I'm sure."

"Like that would stop you from sleeping with him," she responded.

"You're probably right," I admitted. I did like to sleep around and, after working the graveyard shift, my standards did usually lower. A lot.

I heard my name being called, stuffed my phone into my pocket, and walked out into the emergency department's lobby, finding Lisa standing next to some guy I had never seen before.

"Cosette, this is Reid. Reid, Cosette. She'll help with whatever you need."

"OK," the man said simply.

And what a man. There was no way he was the IT guy. Tall. Chiseled. Hot.

This night just got a lot more interesting.

I followed Reid to one of the workstations for the nurses and watched him boot up one of the computers. "So, you're in IT? I thought I knew everybody there. Where do they hide you at?"

I thought that I heard him mutter something about "off campus" but wasn't sure as he typed on the keyboard, different screens flashing before him on the monitor. "Have you worked for the hospital long? I've only been here for a year."

Reid ignored me, reading something on the screen before standing up. He started to walk away and when I asked where he was going, he said, "Server room." I asked if I needed to follow him and he just shrugged.

I looked over at Karen, attempting to fill out some paperwork, and decided to follow Reid. As we walked to the server room, located on the other side of the hospital, I tried to ask him some more questions, but was still ignored. I finally asked a few about the system, and got him to talk a little. The issue was centralized to the emergency department. He wasn't sure what caused it. Yes, he could fix it. No, he didn't think it would cause us to close for the night.

I stood around the server room for half an hour, having no idea what Reid was doing, or attempting to do, and not being asked to do anything when he finally turned and looked at me. I stared into his eyes, noticing how deep blue they were, and waited for him to say something.

"You can go back to the ED. I'll call you if I need you," he said flatly.

"Oh ok. Do you need my number to get a hold of me?"

Reid just held up the walkie talkie we all kept around our necks to communicate with each other before turning back to the screen in front of him. I took a couple of steps away before turning my head back around, expecting to catch him looking at my ass. But he was firmly glued to whatever was on the screen. I wasn't used to that.

When I got back to the emergency department, Karen and Lisa were relaxing at the desks and I went to join them. "Where the hell did this guy come from? He's impossible!" I exclaimed, looking at Lisa, thinking that she must know him.

She laughed and said, "Yeah, I figured you would feel that way about him."

"Seriously. What's his deal?"

Lisa took a deep breath before saying, "He doesn't really have one. Incredibly smart and quiet. Got hired young, barely said a word. Stayed in a little corner of the hospital for a year and when he came out, our entire system throughout the hospital had been redone. The hospital paid him...pays him...a boatload of money to stay on the payroll and keep it...us...running."

"So, he usually works from home?" Karen asked. "How often does he actually come in?"

"Yep, works from home. I've seen him a handful of times over the years, but it's rare. Usually when the chief wants a meeting with him or IT. Last I heard, he bought a bunch of land, built a house, and does all of the work from out there. Whatever has taken us down tonight, it must be major for him to come in," explained Lisa.

"Is he married? How old is he?" I asked, honestly getting intrigued by him the more I learned.

"I don't think he's married and I think he's early thirties, if even that. Is he not falling for you like every other guy?" teased Lisa, making Karen laugh.

When Reid came back to the emergency department an hour later, I went and asked him if he needed anything.

"Nope," another simple reply, still staring at the monitor in front of him.

As he typed, I noticed a tattoo on his arm, something that looked like a pine tree with its roots exposed. "That's a pretty cool tattoo. Looks like a lot of detail went into it."

He glanced down at his forearm and said, "Yeah. It was really well done."

"Is it the only one you have? I have four myself, but most people only see one." I had used that line so many times in the past and it always got a reaction.

But Reid just stood up, said, "I need to go to the IT department," and walked away again, leaving me speechless as I leaned on the counter.

"You're so pissed right now, aren't you?" Karen said a second later, walking over to me with a clipboard in her hand. "Have you ever had a guy ignore you like this?"

"Shut up, Karen."

I saw a few patients in the waiting area and before I got assigned one, I went into the bathroom. As I stared at myself in the mirror, I got an idea, one that I knew was going to work. I quickly went to my locker, pulled out a different scrub top, and went back into the bathroom to change into it. This one wasn't as tight as my first top. It was a little looser. With a lower-cut neckline.

When Karen saw that I had changed, she laughed and said, "You're pathetic."

"Shut up, Karen."

When Reid came back again, I deliberately leaned over the desk he was at, letting my top fall open and knowing that he had a perfect view down it, with my red lace bra covering my medium-sized breasts. I asked if there was anything I could do for him...anything at all...and told him I was available for him.

He finally looked up at me. I saw his eyes shoot downward, if only briefly. I thought I had him...

"Will you tell Lisa that we'll be back up fully in ten minutes and I no longer require your assistance. She can assign you another patient if she needs to."

"Are you fucking serious?"

Reid didn't respond, going back to the computer as I walked off.

I didn't see Reid when he left but everything was back up and running. The rest of my shift was as normal as it could possibly be. Bloody noses. Sideaches that lasted way too long. A couple of drunks. And me being horny as I left.

I thought about calling one of the guys who had called me the night before. Then I remembered it was seven in the morning on Saturday and I seriously doubted that any of them would be available. Instead, I made the thirty-minute drive to my apartment, trying to figure out where I went wrong with Reid. And just getting myself more turned on.

I tried my best to be quiet as I walked into my apartment, not sure if my roommate had had a late night, had anybody over, or if she was even home. Her bedroom door was shut and the rest of the apartment was spotless, something we strived to keep clean with our busy lives.

Walking into my room, I put my keys and phone down in a tray on my dresser. I walked into my private bathroom, pulled my hair out of the ponytail, and combed it out. I quickly turned on the shower before stripping off my scrubs, bra, and panties, tossing them all into a laundry basket.

I closed the bathroom door and looked at myself in the full-length mirror that hung on the back of the door. I loved my body. My full, firm breasts. Nipples that stuck out and were sensitive. A flat stomach, slender legs, nicely manicured toes. I was hot and I knew it. Reid was crazy. I always had my choice of men. If I had gone out last night instead of work, I would have gotten laid.

After I took a shower, I put on a loose-fitting, spaghetti-strap white tank top, a pair of pink panties, and sat down at my makeup table. When I was working, I only wore basic jewelry. A clear stud in my nose. Small studs or hoops in my ears. But, now that I was off and didn't have to go back for two days, I put on my normal jewelry.

The clear stud was changed out for a larger, gold hoop in my nose. In my ears, I put in two-different size hoops, one small and one medium. Above them was a larger stud. And a double helix in the upper cartilage. All gold, of course. I had a couple of necklaces I normally wore sitting out, but didn't put them on, yet, saving them for after a short nap.

As I stood up, I double-checked the piercing in my belly button, something I always did as a habit. It had been there since I was sixteen, only changed out twice, and yet I still worried it would fall out.

I pulled back the covers on my bed and laid down, grabbing my phone to scroll through social media. I had posted a bikini photo a few days earlier and laughed at a few of the comments I had received. If only some of these people saw the photos I didn't share online. They would go insane.

Curiosity got the better of me and, even though I didn't know his last name, I did a search for Reid. Of course, I failed in my search, although I had a feeling I wouldn't find anything even if I knew his last name.

As I scrolled through videos on TikTok, I absentmindedly slipped my free hand under the covers of my bed, past my breasts, and into my panties. I softly rubbed my shaved pussy, almost instantly turning myself back on.

I put my phone down on my nightstand and opened up the drawer. I dug around for a second before I pulled out a velvet-covered bag. As I slid my finger up and down my slit, teasing my entrance, I opened the bag and pulled out a realistic-looking, medium-length dildo.

I left it on the bed as I pulled the covers off me and pushed my panties down to my knees, just enough for me to spread my legs comfortably enough. I briefly opened up Reddit, going to one of my favorite NSFW subs, as I slid my finger into my pussy, sliding it in and out a few times.

I wasn't able to focus on the porn playing on my phone as I had other thoughts running through my head, so I locked my phone and sat it down. I picked up the dildo with my right hand and moved it close to my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and swirled it around the tip, coating it with my saliva, before I moved the dildo down to my groin.

I used my left hand to pull my pussy lips open as I inserted rhe tip of the dildo into my pussy and moaned as I pushed it deep inside. I let go with my left hand, feeling the dildo immediately stretching out my sides as my pussy closed around it, and held it deep inside myself.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of the dildo stretching me out. I had my hand firmly gripping the bottom of it, my fingers grazing the balls, as I started to pull it out to its tip before pushing it back in. I worked up to a steady pace, going as hard and fast as I liked a real cock to do.

As I fucked myself with my dildo, I used my left hand to rub my nipples through my tank top. With how sensitive they were to being touched, I moaned and felt a wave of pleasure go through my body as I pinched them.

"Oh yes."

With the dildo moving in and out of my pussy, I moved my free hand down to my groin. I found my clit and started to rub it with my fingers, trying not to moan too loud, just in case my roommate was home.

I kept most of the dildo inside, moving just the tip and a few inches in and out, fast and hard, my hand gripped tightly around the end of it, as I felt my orgasm getting closer and closer. I pushed down on my clit, rubbing it with two fingers, pushing up my hips at the same time.

I brought my legs up, bending them at the knee, feeling them being pulled together by the underwear between them. My pussy was still being stretched by the dildo, my hips pushing up as I arched my back. My breathing was getting shallower, the thoughts in my head becoming more and more intense.

"Oh my God!"

I couldn't help it. I moaned loudly as my climax hit hard. The back of my head pushed against the bed as my entire back and hips arched off it, burying the dildo to its hilt, and causing my fingers to graze across my pussy hips.

"Yes. Yes. Yes!"

I felt paralyzed from the orgasm, only able to keep the dildo pushed inside me and pressure on my clit. Wave after wave of pure pleasure and endorphins made me forget almost everything in my life.

When my orgasm started to die down, I slowly lowered my hips and back, and pulled the dildo from my pussy. I held it up, watching as the juices from orgasm started to drip off, and quickly brought it up to my mouth. I used my tongue to lick it off before setting the dildo down on the nightstand, hoping I would remember to wipe it off when I woke up.

After pulling up my panties, I pulled the covers back over my body as I rolled over, one single thought in my head.

"Did I really just get off while thinking about the guy that rejected me?"

I spent my weekend trying to forget about Reid and managed to do exactly that. I went out with some friends, danced, got drunk, and hooked up with two different guys on my two nights off. By the time I had to go back to work, I was back to being my usual confident self.

That night, I left my blonde hair down and had it curled from the night before. I put on a pair of hot pink scrubs that fit tight around my bust and waist. While the emergency department wasn't the best or easiest place to find a hookup, I had taken home more than one X-ray technician and it was definitely my plan for tonight.

But those plans changed quickly. As soon as I walked in, another charge nurse, this one named Sloane, came up to me and said, "We had a complaint filed against you."

I stopped in my tracks, trying to figure out what I could have possibly done. "By who? About what?"

"I haven't seen the official complaint yet, but it seems like the IT guy wasn't too happy with you."

Reid.

That fucking asshole.

"Welcome to the shit show, Cosette."

"You actually showed up today? Should have called in like you said."

"Ha. At least you'll provide some entertainment."

I had barely walked through the door of the hospital emergency department I worked at before everybody was seemingly telling me I should have stayed home. I didn't notice anything out of the ordinary. No loud patients. No crying families. Seemed like a full crew.

As I put my purse into my locker in the break room, my charge nurse, Lisa, came into the break room, and said, "Oh boy. You're going to love tonight."

"Why does everybody keep saying that?"

"Systems down. Everything. We're completely back to paper only."

Fuck. I should have called in.

"Where is IT? What's the ETA?"

Lisa took a drink out of her water bottle and shook her head. "They can't figure it out. They're completely lost. They're calling in Reid."

"Who the fuck is Reid?"

Lisa laughed, took another drink, and said, "I'll see you out on the floor."

I exited the break room and immediately turned to go into the bathroom. After using the toilet, I looked at myself in the mirror. My blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, extending out a little from my head before going down, ending just past my shoulders. There was a little bit of pink at the very end. I had the smallest hint of makeup on, although I'd never been one to think I needed much of it.

I smoothed out the lipstick I had hastily put on before coming to work and fixed the collar of my maroon scrub top. I adjusted the top a little, making sure that my breasts weren't too visible. Not that I minded showing off...most Friday nights, I loved it actually...but I tried to hide them when I was at work. It wasn't always the easiest, especially with the tight, small scrub tops I had.

I took my first patient of the night, an older gentleman with a¹ broken arm, and immediately hated everything. Why paper? How did anybody survive before computers? I was complaining within five minutes.

I had been in the emergency department since graduating from nursing school a year ago and had celebrated my twenty-third birthday a few weeks ago. That night was a lot more fun. Bar hopping. Guys all over me. Getting drunk. Getting laid. Waking up in the morning and getting laid again. That's what I lived for. I loved being a nurse, but not paperwork. I should have called in.

"Maybe I should just promise all the guys that come in tonight a blowjob if they'll just go to urgent care in the morning," I suggested to Karen, who had made the comment about me providing entertainment earlier and was probably my best friend in the department.

"Or show them your thong," she suggested, making us both laugh.

"Maybe I'm not wearing one."

"Wouldn't surprise me."

"Cosette!"

Lisa was waving me over and I walked up to her station at the nurse's desk. "Reid will be here in about ten minutes. You currently have the least amount of patients and probably know the computer system best. Stick with him and give him whatever he needs."

"Really? You're sticking me with the nerd?"

"Do you want to keep using paper all night?"

"Understood."

I went into the break room, taking a drink of water and checking my phone. I had five Snapchats, all from different friends at various bars around town, asking where I was at. Three different guys had texted me, asking if I was available that night. One missed phone call, from my roommate, with a voicemail, teasing me about having to work and her having the house to herself. And a "friend."

I snapped back all of my friends, telling them I was at work. One of them, a nurse like me, texted me, asking how my night was going.

"OK, I guess. Computer system is down. IT is sending in some nerd to look at it and Lisa wants me to help him. So, I get to be ogled by him the rest of the night, I'm sure."

"Like that would stop you from sleeping with him," she responded.

"You're probably right," I admitted. I did like to sleep around and, after working the graveyard shift, my standards did usually lower. A lot.

I heard my name being called, stuffed my phone into my pocket, and walked out into the emergency department's lobby, finding Lisa standing next to some guy I had never seen before.

"Cosette, this is Reid. Reid, Cosette. She'll help with whatever you need."

"OK," the man said simply.

And what a man. There was no way he was the IT guy. Tall. Chiseled. Hot.

This night just got a lot more interesting.

I followed Reid to one of the workstations for the nurses and watched him boot up one of the computers. "So, you're in IT? I thought I knew everybody there. Where do they hide you at?"

I thought that I heard him mutter something about "off campus" but wasn't sure as he typed on the keyboard, different screens flashing before him on the monitor. "Have you worked for the hospital long? I've only been here for a year."

Reid ignored me, reading something on the screen before standing up. He started to walk away and when I asked where he was going, he said, "Server room." I asked if I needed to follow him and he just shrugged.

I looked over at Karen, attempting to fill out some paperwork, and decided to follow Reid. As we walked to the server room, located on the other side of the hospital, I tried to ask him some more questions, but was still ignored. I finally asked a few about the system, and got him to talk a little. The issue was centralized to the emergency department. He wasn't sure what caused it. Yes, he could fix it. No, he didn't think it would cause us to close for the night.

I stood around the server room for half an hour, having no idea what Reid was doing, or attempting to do, and not being asked to do anything when he finally turned and looked at me. I stared into his eyes, noticing how deep blue they were, and waited for him to say something.

"You can go back to the ED. I'll call you if I need you," he said flatly.

"Oh ok. Do you need my number to get a hold of me?"

Reid just held up the walkie talkie we all kept around our necks to communicate with each other before turning back to the screen in front of him. I took a couple of steps away before turning my head back around, expecting to catch him looking at my ass. But he was firmly glued to whatever was on the screen. I wasn't used to that.

When I got back to the emergency department, Karen and Lisa were relaxing at the desks and I went to join them. "Where the hell did this guy come from? He's impossible!" I exclaimed, looking at Lisa, thinking that she must know him.

She laughed and said, "Yeah, I figured you would feel that way about him."

"Seriously. What's his deal?"

Lisa took a deep breath before saying, "He doesn't really have one. Incredibly smart and quiet. Got hired young, barely said a word. Stayed in a little corner of the hospital for a year and when he came out, our entire system throughout the hospital had been redone. The hospital paid him...pays him...a boatload of money to stay on the payroll and keep it...us...running."

"So, he usually works from home?" Karen asked. "How often does he actually come in?"

"Yep, works from home. I've seen him a handful of times over the years, but it's rare. Usually when the chief wants a meeting with him or IT. Last I heard, he bought a bunch of land, built a house, and does all of the work from out there. Whatever has taken us down tonight, it must be major for him to come in," explained Lisa.

"Is he married? How old is he?" I asked, honestly getting intrigued by him the more I learned.

"I don't think he's married and I think he's early thirties, if even that. Is he not falling for you like every other guy?" teased Lisa, making Karen laugh.

When Reid came back to the emergency department an hour later, I went and asked him if he needed anything.

"Nope," another simple reply, still staring at the monitor in front of him.

As he typed, I noticed a tattoo on his arm, something that looked like a pine tree with its roots exposed. "That's a pretty cool tattoo. Looks like a lot of detail went into it."

He glanced down at his forearm and said, "Yeah. It was really well done."

"Is it the only one you have? I have four myself, but most people only see one." I had used that line so many times in the past and it always got a reaction.

But Reid just stood up, said, "I need to go to the IT department," and walked away again, leaving me speechless as I leaned on the counter.

"You're so pissed right now, aren't you?" Karen said a second later, walking over to me with a clipboard in her hand. "Have you ever had a guy ignore you like this?"

"Shut up, Karen."

I saw a few patients in the waiting area and before I got assigned one, I went into the bathroom. As I stared at myself in the mirror, I got an idea, one that I knew was going to work. I quickly went to my locker, pulled out a different scrub top, and went back into the bathroom to change into it. This one wasn't as tight as my first top. It was a little looser. With a lower-cut neckline.

When Karen saw that I had changed, she laughed and said, "You're pathetic."

"Shut up, Karen."

When Reid came back again, I deliberately leaned over the desk he was at, letting my top fall open and knowing that he had a perfect view down it, with my red lace bra covering my medium-sized breasts. I asked if there was anything I could do for him...anything at all...and told him I was available for him.

He finally looked up at me. I saw his eyes shoot downward, if only briefly. I thought I had him...

"Will you tell Lisa that we'll be back up fully in ten minutes and I no longer require your assistance. She can assign you another patient if she needs to."

"Are you fucking serious?"

Reid didn't respond, going back to the computer as I walked off.

I didn't see Reid when he left but everything was back up and running. The rest of my shift was as normal as it could possibly be. Bloody noses. Sideaches that lasted way too long. A couple of drunks. And me being horny as I left.

I thought about calling one of the guys who had called me the night before. Then I remembered it was seven in the morning on Saturday and I seriously doubted that any of them would be available. Instead, I made the thirty-minute drive to my apartment, trying to figure out where I went wrong with Reid. And just getting myself more turned on.

I tried my best to be quiet as I walked into my apartment, not sure if my roommate had had a late night, had anybody over, or if she was even home. Her bedroom door was shut and the rest of the apartment was spotless, something we strived to keep clean with our busy lives.

Walking into my room, I put my keys and phone down in a tray on my dresser. I walked into my private bathroom, pulled my hair out of the ponytail, and combed it out. I quickly turned on the shower before stripping off my scrubs, bra, and panties, tossing them all into a laundry basket.

I closed the bathroom door and looked at myself in the full-length mirror that hung on the back of the door. I loved my body. My full, firm breasts. Nipples that stuck out and were sensitive. A flat stomach, slender legs, nicely manicured toes. I was hot and I knew it. Reid was crazy. I always had my choice of men. If I had gone out last night instead of work, I would have gotten laid.

After I took a shower, I put on a loose-fitting, spaghetti-strap white tank top, a pair of pink panties, and sat down at my makeup table. When I was working, I only wore basic jewelry. A clear stud in my nose. Small studs or hoops in my ears. But, now that I was off and didn't have to go back for two days, I put on my normal jewelry.

The clear stud was changed out for a larger, gold hoop in my nose. In my ears, I put in two-different size hoops, one small and one medium. Above them was a larger stud. And a double helix in the upper cartilage. All gold, of course. I had a couple of necklaces I normally wore sitting out, but didn't put them on, yet, saving them for after a short nap.

As I stood up, I double-checked the piercing in my belly button, something I always did as a habit. It had been there since I was sixteen, only changed out twice, and yet I still worried it would fall out.

I pulled back the covers on my bed and laid down, grabbing my phone to scroll through social media. I had posted a bikini photo a few days earlier and laughed at a few of the comments I had received. If only some of these people saw the photos I didn't share online. They would go insane.

Curiosity got the better of me and, even though I didn't know his last name, I did a search for Reid. Of course, I failed in my search, although I had a feeling I wouldn't find anything even if I knew his last name.

As I scrolled through videos on TikTok, I absentmindedly slipped my free hand under the covers of my bed, past my breasts, and into my panties. I softly rubbed my shaved pussy, almost instantly turning myself back on.

I put my phone down on my nightstand and opened up the drawer. I dug around for a second before I pulled out a velvet-covered bag. As I slid my finger up and down my slit, teasing my entrance, I opened the bag and pulled out a realistic-looking, medium-length dildo.

I left it on the bed as I pulled the covers off me and pushed my panties down to my knees, just enough for me to spread my legs comfortably enough. I briefly opened up Reddit, going to one of my favorite NSFW subs, as I slid my finger into my pussy, sliding it in and out a few times.

I wasn't able to focus on the porn playing on my phone as I had other thoughts running through my head, so I locked my phone and sat it down. I picked up the dildo with my right hand and moved it close to my mouth. I stuck out my tongue and swirled it around the tip, coating it with my saliva, before I moved the dildo down to my groin.

I used my left hand to pull my pussy lips open as I inserted rhe tip of the dildo into my pussy and moaned as I pushed it deep inside. I let go with my left hand, feeling the dildo immediately stretching out my sides as my pussy closed around it, and held it deep inside myself.

I closed my eyes, enjoying the feeling of the dildo stretching me out. I had my hand firmly gripping the bottom of it, my fingers grazing the balls, as I started to pull it out to its tip before pushing it back in. I worked up to a steady pace, going as hard and fast as I liked a real cock to do.

As I fucked myself with my dildo, I used my left hand to rub my nipples through my tank top. With how sensitive they were to being touched, I moaned and felt a wave of pleasure go through my body as I pinched them.

"Oh yes."

With the dildo moving in and out of my pussy, I moved my free hand down to my groin. I found my clit and started to rub it with my fingers, trying not to moan too loud, just in case my roommate was home.

I kept most of the dildo inside, moving just the tip and a few inches in and out, fast and hard, my hand gripped tightly around the end of it, as I felt my orgasm getting closer and closer. I pushed down on my clit, rubbing it with two fingers, pushing up my hips at the same time.

I brought my legs up, bending them at the knee, feeling them being pulled together by the underwear between them. My pussy was still being stretched by the dildo, my hips pushing up as I arched my back. My breathing was getting shallower, the thoughts in my head becoming more and more intense.

"Oh my God!"

I couldn't help it. I moaned loudly as my climax hit hard. The back of my head pushed against the bed as my entire back and hips arched off it, burying the dildo to its hilt, and causing my fingers to graze across my pussy hips.

"Yes. Yes. Yes!"

I felt paralyzed from the orgasm, only able to keep the dildo pushed inside me and pressure on my clit. Wave after wave of pure pleasure and endorphins made me forget almost everything in my life.

When my orgasm started to die down, I slowly lowered my hips and back, and pulled the dildo from my pussy. I held it up, watching as the juices from orgasm started to drip off, and quickly brought it up to my mouth. I used my tongue to lick it off before setting the dildo down on the nightstand, hoping I would remember to wipe it off when I woke up.

After pulling up my panties, I pulled the covers back over my body as I rolled over, one single thought in my head.

"Did I really just get off while thinking about the guy that rejected me?"

I spent my weekend trying to forget about Reid and managed to do exactly that. I went out with some friends, danced, got drunk, and hooked up with two different guys on my two nights off. By the time I had to go back to work, I was back to being my usual confident self.

That night, I left my blonde hair down and had it curled from the night before. I put on a pair of hot pink scrubs that fit tight around my bust and waist. While the emergency department wasn't the best or easiest place to find a hookup, I had taken home more than one X-ray technician and it was definitely my plan for tonight.

But those plans changed quickly. As soon as I walked in, another charge nurse, this one named Sloane, came up to me and said, "We had a complaint filed against you."

I stopped in my tracks, trying to figure out what I could have possibly done. "By who? About what?"

"I haven't seen the official complaint yet, but it seems like the IT guy wasn't too happy with you."

Reid.

That fucking asshole.

Seeing headlights outside my boyfriend's car window, I paused my movements. I could still feel Kevin's condom-covered cock inside my pussy as I sat on his lap and his hand squeezing my eighteen-year-old breasts as I waited for the car to drive past us.

"Everything OK, Laura?" Kevin asked, using his fingers to pinch my nipples.

"Yeah. Just wanted that car to pass by."

It wasn't the first time Kevin and I had had sex in the backseat of his car. We lost our virginity to each other in it, in fact, just over a year ago. It had become our go-to whenever we both had parents at home and couldn't do it in one of our bedrooms.

So, you'd think he would be used to me stopping when another car approached.

I had learned a lot about Kevin over the last year, since we started dating. Just how stupid he could be when I was naked around him was one of those things.

I started to roll my hips again, sliding his cock in and out of my pussy. I moaned into his ear, telling him how good it felt. In response, he told me that he was about ready to blow and asked if we could switch positions.

I sighed as I climbed off him, not ready to be done, but knowing I didn't have much of a choice. For whatever reason, Kevin liked to be on top when he finished. I quickly laid down on the backseat, keeping my legs spread wide as he adjusted his positioning.

"Can I take the condom off?"

"No, baby," I answered. He asked me that every time. The answer was always no. I had graduated high school a few months ago. I wasn't going to spoil it with getting pregnant right away. Plus, my stake president dad would be furious. Even if he wasn't a local church leader, he'd be furious.

Kevin slid back into me and started moving back and forth. It did feel good. It always did. I was incredibly nervous and scared to lose my virginity, knowing that it was against my religion, my beliefs, and my morals to have sex before I was married. But the second I saw and touched a cock for the first time, I knew I needed it in me. And I was hooked after that.

He was making the car rock as he slid in and out of me and I knew from the sounds coming out of his mouth that he was close. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he moved, rolling my body with his, and moaning his name as he started to orgasm. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, filling up the condom, as he pushed deep inside me and finished.

As we started to pull apart and get cleaned up, disposing of the condom, and getting our clothes back on, a familiar feeling settled over me. I felt so good while we were having sex but afterwards...I was no longer feeling satisfied. And I hadn't been for a few months now. I had tried to talk to Kevin about it, but he didn't understand. Too much of a boy. I wasn't quite sure what it was. But as we climbed into the front seats for him to take me home, I was starting to get an idea of what was happening.

The next day, I was getting ready for church when my dad informed me that his best friend, Kyle and his wife Lilly, were in town from their home in Idaho, and him, Lilly, and two daughters would be coming over after church to hang out and eat dinner with us.

I told him OK as I pinned my black hair up into a messy bun on top of my head, adjusting the cute little necklace Kevin had bought me for my eighteenth birthday around my neck.

"How was the date with Kevin?" my dad asked, leaning up against my bedroom door frame.

"It was good. We went to dinner then just hung out," I told him, hoping my face didn't give away what we really did. "I can tell you about later, I need to get dressed."

He said OK as he pulled the door shut behind him. I peeled off the bathrobe I had been wearing, leaving myself in just a black bra and black underwear, and looked at myself in the mirror as I tried to decide what to wear.

I've always had a petite frame. I'm fairly slim, with a lean, balanced build that looks athletic without being overly muscular. My waist is naturally narrow, and my shoulders and hips are fairly proportional, giving me a soft, balanced silhouette. I have a flat stomach with a little natural definition, especially when I'm relaxed, while my chest was on the smaller side, which has never really bothered me. It fits my frame, and I think it gives me a balanced look. I liked to wear clothes that showed off my body, strapless tops, short shorts, everything my dad would say was immodest.

At the start of the summer, I had done something stupid at a concert and went a kinda viral in our little Utah community. Since then, I had tried to be on my best behavior and was dressing more modest then I would like. So, I went with a plain yellow blouse and a matching skirt with a little floral design on the bottom.

I did love going to church and learning how to be more Christlike. During both hours, I listened intently, wrote a few noted in my journal, and laughed with my friends. After church ended, I had a meeting with my bishop, so I stayed behind while my parents went home.

My bishop wanted to talk about me possibly transferring my records to the singles ward. I wasn't too sure about it. I liked my family ward, plus I wasn't planning on moving any time soon. He was OK with me sticking around, which made me happy.

He also asked about Kevin. I could tell that he was leading me towards asking about if I had done anything against the covenants I made. When he finally did ask if were being good, I lied and told him that the most we had done was a little kissing. I didn't feel good about lying but, when I thought about how good what I was lying about felt, I convinced myself that I was OK.

When I returned home, Kyle and his family were already there. I hugged both of his daughters and his wire before giving him a fist bump. I excused myself to go change, going into my room and changing out my blouse for a black spaghetti strap tank top.

I had been texting Kevin most of the day, once again trying to explain how I felt at the end of our fun last night. He was still having trouble understanding it, as it felt amazing for him, and he didn't get what was wrong. And instead of trying to talk to me about it, his texting just switch to sexting and asking for a nude photo.

I knew I shouldn't give in to him. I shouldn't even entertain the thought. There were so many better options for me. But instead of doing any of them, I pulled up my tank top, snapped a picture of my breasts, and sent it to him.

A few hours later, I was hanging out with everybody, laughing, joking, having a good time. I had put my phone on silent and was ignoring it, even though I knew that Kevin was blowing up my phone.

My mom was telling a story about something funny my dad did and asked if I had the video of it. I told her that I did and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I quickly swiped off the notifications, as Kyle was sitting next to me and I didn't want him to see anything.

Instead, I was mortified as I unlocked my phone and saw my smiling face, with my breasts exposed. I had never closed out of the photo after sending it to Kevin. I quickly glanced at Kyle, who had been looking at me, and prayed he didn't see anything as I closed out of the photo, tried to compose myself, and found the video of my dad.

For the rest of the time that Kyle was at my house, he didn't say anything to me about the photo, but I thought I did see him looking at me more than a few times. The first couple of times, it was while I wasn't talking or doing anything and I wasn't sure if I saw it right or not. By the third time I caught him, I was actually feeling a little flattered by it. Kyle was kinda handsome, for an older guy, and I had known him my entire life. And now that he had potentially seen me nude...I was kinda turned on at the thought of it.

When Kyle and his family left later that night, I gave Kyle a hug and could have sworn that I felt his hand moving more than usual, almost like he wanted it somewhere else. By the time I got back to my room, my underwear was soaked. I wasn't the most experienced with masturbation, only doing it a handful of times, but as I lay in my bed, thoughts of Kyle seeing me nude and what he thought about it ran through my head. I started to touch my pussy, surprising myself when I had an orgasm a few minutes later.

The next day, I was at my job, working as an in-home nanny. I had been thinking about Kyle most of the night and had started to wonder, if maybe some of my feelings of dissatisfication were caused by Kevin just not knowing what to do. I had never thought about sleeping with someone more experienced and older than me...but it turned me on when I did think about it.

I wasn't sure what my intentions were or what I expected to happen, but as I watched the kids I nannied for play, I found Kyle's profile on Instagram, and sent him a message. "Hey Kyle, random question... when I unlocked my phone today, were you looking at it? If so, I owe you an apology." I sent an embarrassed face emoji along with it, then locked my phone, waiting for an answer.

I didn't have to wait very long before Kyle said, "I wasn't meaning to look but I think I did see a brief glimpse. Don't worry about it. Felt worse for you, cause I know you wouldn't have meant for that to happen. And, honestly, I'm not even sure what I saw."

Part of me was relieved. I was a little worried that he would have told my dad, along with the other feelings I had. "Thank you. I've been a little worried about it and you telling my dad. I know I shouldn't be doing things like that, but I can't help it."

It took Kyle a little bit longer to respond this time and I was starting to think that he wasn't going to as I made the kids lunch. When he did respond, what he said caught me completely off guard. "Laura, you're young and got a great body, I don't blame you for showing it off. As long as you're not doing anything else, not that it's any of my business, then it's not that big of a deal."

I hesitated before I sent something back to him before deciding to tease him a bit. "Are you saying that as somebody that has known me my whole life, as my dad's best friend, as a member of the church or as someone else?"

"It also sounds like maybe you saw more than just a glimpse," I also messaged him before he could respond.

"I saw a beautiful young woman showing herself off for her lucky boyfriend. Making your own smart choices and I hoped he earned it."

"What if I told you that I had done a lot more than send nudes and that he hadn't earned it?"

Kyle asked what I meant and I opened up to him, telling him about losing my virginity to Kevin and how I started to feel over the last few months. He only asked two questions, the first to make sure that I wasn't being forced to do anything and the second to confirm that I was using protection.

When I was done spilling to him, he asked me, "So, do you think that maybe the feeling you're feeling is being unsatisfied but it's guilt for knowing you shouldn't be doing these things? Me and Lilly had our own fun before we got married and I know that we both felt guilty for it, as much fun as it was."

I thought about it for a moment. Did I feel guilty? Not really. "I probably should feel guilty but I don't. I actually feel like I just need somebody with a little more experience, that can actually listen to me, and knows what they are doing."

Kyle had to go after I said that and I thought maybe I had overstepped or it got too much for him. But, he messaged me the day after that. And the next day. And continued to message me, only stopping when he got off work and went home.

Nothing sexual came up in our conversations after that first day, mainly just us talking about life and sharing funny stories about our families. I did find it a little weird to have this older guy messaging me, but I also enjoyed the attention and having somebody to talk to that was mature...mostly...about life.

Two weeks after I started talking to Kyle on a regular basis, I went out on a day date with Kevin and we ended up back at his parents' house, alone, where we had sex. Later that night, after he took me home, I was feeling pretty down about it. Not necessarily having sex, just how I felt afterwards. I knew he wouldn't answer, but I messaged Kyle and told him all about what I did, how I felt, and that I didn't know what to do.

An hour later, Kyle messaged me back, surprising me as I lay in my bed. "Hey Laura. Sorry to hear how you are feeling. I can kinda understand it, in a way. I haven't always been the most faithful to Lilly. Every time I've cheated, the sex has always felt great in the moment. But as soon as it's done, I do feel somewhat unsatisfied because it wasn't done with the woman I love. So, maybe that is your answer. I know you like Kevin a lot, but maybe he's just not the one for you."

My eyes went wide as I read his message. Kyle has cheated? On the Bishopric Kyle? My dad's best friend? And not only once, but multiple times? Wow. I was in shock.

I started to type out a response, asking for more information, wondering when, how, and how many times. But, I erased it all and simply asked, "Would you cheat again?"

"I always want to say no but...then I put myself in a situation where I do it again."

"Do you see another situation like that happening again? Maybe soon?"

"I will be back in Utah next week for a work conference. Guess you never know what will happen but I'm not actively looking for it."

"I'm free at night."

I have no idea why I sent it. Was I really willing to sleep with Kyle?

The warmth I was feeling in my groin told me that the answer was yes.

I saw that Kyle had read the message, but hadn't responded. Didn't even see any dots indicating that he was typing something back. Hopefully I didn't push too far. As I waited, I slipped my hand under my blanket and into the tiny shorts I had on for pajamas. I rubbed my pussy, moving my finger up and down my slit, spreading my juices around my vagina.

"Laura, we're entering dangerous territory here. I don't know if it's wise that we proceed."

"I have my hand in my shorts, rubbing my pussy."

"Laura..."

"I just inserted my finger into my pussy. Moving it in and out. Do you want to see?"

"No..."

Throwing my blanket off my body, I moved my phone down, turning on the selfie camera, and angling it just right so I could see my finger pushed deep inside. I snapped a picture, even if Kyle had said no.

"Yes. Fuck, Laura. We shouldn't do this."

"Why not? I want somebody with more experience to show me if how I feel after sex is normal or not."

"Because I'm more than twice your age!"

I snapped another picture, this one of my face, with my tank top pulled up right to the underside of my breasts. I sent it to him along with saying, "Aren't you curious about what you saw on my phone?"

"Of course. You're beautiful. Wow."

"Want to see the other picture I took?"

I continued to finger myself while waiting for his answer. I knew he had read it. I hoped Lilly wasn't next to him and hadn't seen the picture. I didn't even think about that when I sent it.

"I shouldn't be...but I'm hard. Yes, I want to see it."

Before I could send it, he sent me another message saying, "Don't worry about Lilly. She's not home."

I quickly sent him the photo of my finger in my pussy.

"So...about when you'll be in town next week..." I texted him, hoping for a different response from a few minutes earlier.

For the next week, Kyle was a little more hesitant about me joining him for a night. He asked about my dad finding out, what about Kevin, tried to tell me that I was too young, and on and on. I kept pushing back. Telling him how bad I wanted it. That I was ready to end things with Kevin. That my dad wouldn't find out.

He did tell me that there was only one night he was available, with no dinner plans or anything else going on. But, he wouldn't tell me where he was staying or commit to having me come. He was, however, responding to my messages and hadn't quite said no.

The people I nannied for had a short day at work, so I was able to get home early and continue putting pressure on Kyle. I quickly changed out of my normal, modest clothes, and put on something I hoped would entice him more. Standing in my bedroom, I snapped a picture of myself and sent it to him.

I had on a blue and white, checkered strapless topwith a ruffle flare at the bottom. While it looked tight around me, I knew from experience that it was pretty easy to get on and off...or have somebody slip their hand into. My dark navy shorts were definitely not modest, but also easy to get into. I left my black hair loose but had a hair tie around my wrist, just in case.

Kyle told me that I looked good. I took another picture, this time pulling up my top a little, showing off my belly button. Quickly followed by a third picture of me bending over, showing a hint of my small cleavage.

"Fuck, Laura. Hilton Garden Inn. Room 203. Be there at 6:30."

I sent him one more picture. I had turned, my back now showing. I pulled my shorts down a little, showing the curve of my ass, just enough to leave him wondering whether I'd pulled my underwear down, was wearing a thong, or wasn't wearing anything at all.

I knocked on his door right at 6:30. He opened it and let me inside, giving me a quick, almost awkward hug as I walked by.

"What did you tell your parents?" he asked as I put my phone and keys down.

I shrugged and said, "That I was going out. They don't ask too many questions."

"And here I am, about to give them a good excuse to start asking questions."

I smiled as I walked up to him. He was a few inches taller than me so I lifted up my head a bit to kiss him briefly on the lips. "There. First kiss out of the way."

"If I didn't know anybody, I wouldn't think this was your first time doing something like this," he said as I took his hands in mine, and started to walk him towards the bed.

I giggled and said, "As nervous as you seem, I would definitely guess that this was your first time."

He laughed and said, "Kinda feels like it is."

"First time with an eighteen year old since you were eighteen?" I teased him as I gently pushed him down onto the bed.

"Something like that."

I took a step back and said, "Maybe this will help." His eyes were glued to me as I reached for the bottom of my top and pulled it off, dropping it to the floor. I walked towards him, bent over, grabbed his hands out of his lap, and brushed my fingers across his growing cock. Making eye contact with him, I brought his hands up to my breasts and encouraged him to cup and squeeze them, moaning as he did so.

As he squeezed my breasts over and over, I climbed onto his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him again. He returned the kiss, pressing his lips against mine, a passionate embrace fueled by all the teasing and the built-up anticipation.

I felt his fingers pinching my nipples, rubbing them between his thumb and index finger. I pressed my tongue against his lips, trying to enter his mouth. As I pressed down with my hips and started to roll them, grinding my groin on his, he parted his lips, letting my tongue into his mouth.

We continued to make out, our mouths, lips, and tongues exploring each other. His hands never left my breasts, squeezing them and playing with my nipples. I could feel his cock between my legs as he finished growing to his full hardness.

Ending the kiss, I rested my forehead against his for a moment, both of us breathing deeply. "Wow," he whispered.

I slipped off his lap, pushing his legs apart as I knelt on the floor. I hooked my fingers into the hem of his pants and started to pull them down as Kyle lifted up his hips to make it easier for me. As his cock came into view, I instantly compared it to Kevin's and was a little surprised that they appeared to be about the same length.

But, as soon as I touched it, wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I could feel a difference. Something about Kyle's felt harder...thicker, even though my fingers wrapped the same amount around it as Kevin's...more sure of itself. I was probably crazy for thinking that as I moved my hand up and down it.

I looked up at Kyle, saw him staring down at me, his fingers gripping the edge of the bed tight enough to turn his knuckles white. I smiled before I leaned closer, stuck out my tongue, and licked around his tip. I wrapped my lips around his cock and started to bob my head up and down the upper portion of his cock, keeping my hand going on his lower half.

"Laura," he moaned softly.

I took him out of my mouth and asked, "You're not ready to blow already, are you?"

"No," he said as I kept my hand going on his shaft and swirled my tongue around his tip again. "I just wasn't expecting you to be this way."

"Why not? I told you I've been doing this for a while. Were you hoping I wasn't that experienced? Did you want to fuck an innocent, naive eighteen-year-old?"

"I mean, I didn't think you were completely innocent or that you didn't know what you were doing...I just wasn't expecting you to be so much in control."

I giggled as I said, "Don't worry, you'll get your chance to be in control."

I brought him back into my mouth and continued to bob my head up and down. With my free hand, I grabbed his and brought it to the back of my head, moaning as I felt him putting pressure on it, trying to get me to take more and more of him in.

Making eye contact again, briefly, I sat up a little straighter, holding his cock straight up, and tried to relax my throat as I took more and more of him in. He pushed down with his hand, watching as I took the last few inches of him into my mouth, and held myself still, with my nose in his groin.

When I couldn't take any more of it, I took him out of my mouth, and sat back on my heels. "Should I keep going?" I asked, leaning forward again to lick up and down his shaft.

"It's up to you. I won't complain either way."

I giggled as I stood up, letting go of his cock. Kyle quickly pulled off his shirt as I pulled my shorts down, revealing to him the pink thong I had on.

"Wow," he said as I climbed back onto his lap, pressing my naked chest against his, kissed him, and rubbed my groin on his hard cock.

His hands went right to my butt, grabbing and squeezing my cheeks, causing me to moan into his mouth. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my wet pussy, the only thing stopping it from going all the way in was a thin piece of fabric.

"I am so ready for you," I said as I ended the kiss and started to reach down between us.

As I lifted up my hips and wrapped one hand around his cock, I went to move my thong out of the way with my other hand when Kyle moved his hands to my hips, stopped me from moving, and said, "Wait."

"I don't have a condom."

Kyle knew that I had never had sex without a condom. He also knew that I always trusted Kevin to provide them, as I didn't want to get caught at home with them.

"Oh. I just assumed you had bought some," I said, realizing how dumb it sounded, with my hand wrapped around his cock, mere centimeters from being in my pussy.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Laura. I honestly didn't think it would get this far."

I felt his cock in my hand, slowly rubbing it up and down...my pussy was throbbing, aching with the need to have a cock in it. Yes, I did have a pretty strict rule of always using a condom...but eventually, I knew that wouldn't always be the case. And I was curious what it felt like. Kyle was experienced. He knew what he was doing. I could trust him.

Right?

"Can you pull out of me before you finish?"

I saw the hesitation in his eyes. Could he trust himself? How bad did he want this? We had only been building up this sexual tension between us for a few weeks but we've known each other my whole life. I wondered if he had ever thought about me like this before he saw that picture. It wouldn't have surprised me. I had caught older men checking me out. Did Kyle?

"Yes," he finally said, his voice no more than a whisper.

I nodded my head as I moved my thong to the side. I closed my eyes as I carefully inserted his tip, pushing past the folds of my pussy, and felt...actually felt...a cock inside me. Nothing between us. Just his flesh and my insides. I moaned deeply and loudly as I slid down his shaft.

"How does it feel?" Kyle asked, holding onto my hips as I started to slowly roll them.

"Amazing. So much better. Oh my gosh, I can't believe the difference."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in, kissing him passionately, as I started to lift my hips up and down, sliding my pussy up and down his shaft. Kyle started to move his hands, grabbing my ass, rubbing my back, holding my hips, and eventually, cupping my breasts when I ended the kiss and moved a little away from him.

"I don't know how you feel disappointed when you're done. You're fucking amazing," Kyle said as I rode him. "Excuse my language."

I giggled and said, "I told you, the sex itself feels great. I'm loving this. It's afterwards, when he takes his turn, then I feel it."

"So, I need to take over and make sure you're not disappointed?"

"If you want to."

Kyle surprised me by standing up, wrapping his arms around my waist to keep me with him. He turned us around as his cock slipped out, and sat me down on the bed. I quickly scooted up on the bed until the back of my head hit a pillow, and I waited for him.

I watched his cock swinging under him as he climbed onto the bed and crawled up to me. He hesitated at my groin and asked, "Has Kevin ever ate you out?"

"Yeah, he's tried. Never really done much for me."

"Hmm...he's not doing it right."

I sat up on my elbows and watched as Kyle pulled my thong down my legs and tossed it to the floor behind him. His eyes went right to my clean-shaven pussy, licking his lips as he leaned into my groin. He first lightly kissed my pussy, then started to kiss my thigh, alternating between my left leg and my right leg.

He brought his hand up and started to rub my pussy, sliding his finger up and down my slit. As he kissed closer and closer to my groin, he started to tease my entrance with his finger, not quite going in it, but putting just enough pressure there that I could feel it.

When his mouth finally reached my pussy, I trembled as his lips pressed against my lower lips, and his tongue rubbed up and down my slit. I moaned loudly as he pushed his tongue inside me, darting it in and out. His fingers continued to rub around the outside, eventually finding and brushing across my clit.

He was right. Kevin didn't know what he was doing.

Kyle pushed his tongue deep inside me, licking all over, while he left his fingers on my clit, rubbing it with a little circular pattern. I closed my eyes as I lay my head back on the pillow, continuing to moan at his touch.

"Oh, my gosh, Kyle. Yes!"

Without warning, Kyle quickly switched, sucking my clit into his mouth and sliding a finger into my pussy. I moved my hand down to the back of his head while my other hand looked for something to grab onto, finding a bedsheet and squeezing it tightly.

I could feel my hips rolling, pushing my groin up into his face. I knew the telling signs of an oncoming orgasm, had given myself plenty and had a few from Kevin, even using his mouth but this...this felt different.

His tongue was flicking back and forth on my clit as his lips sucked it into his mouth. His finger moving in and out of my pussy, not too fast, not too slow, at just the right speed. I didn't want him to stop. I wanted to feel this forever. And at the same time, I wanted the climax. I needed to know what it felt like.

"Oh my gosh, I'm cumming!"

The orgasm hit me in waves, crashing over my body as I started to convulse. I bucked my hips up and down, arching my back, as I pushed his head into my groin. He never stopped sucking on my clit or moving his finger in me, just moving his head with my body, providing pleasure throughout my orgasm.

"Oh my gosh! Yes!"

I let go of his head, grabbing onto the bedsheets with both hands, as I felt him start to move. He kept his finger in me but removed his lips from my clit. As my orgasm started to come down, I managed to open my eyes, saw Kyle kneeling, and pulling his finger out of my pussy, and using his hand to guide his cock back into me.

Another deep moan came from me as Kyle pushed into my pussy. I watched as he slowly laid down on me, getting his head close enough to suck and lick my nipples as he started to thrust back and forth with his hips, sliding his cock in and out of me.

I spread my legs as far as they would go, making sure he had plenty of room to move, putting my hands on the lower part of his back and rubbing it. "How does it feel? Any different from what you're used to?"

"You have no idea. You're so tight. Am I hurting you?"

"Not at all. It feels so good. Can you go harder?"

Kyle nodded as he adjusted his positioning, pushing himself up higher above me. He had his hands on the bed, one on both sides of me, as he slammed into me, going hard and fast with every thrust. I wrapped my legs around his, my heels hooking around his calves, moaning with every deep push of his cock.

"Where do you want me to finish?"

"I don't care. I'm on the pill. Finish in me. On me. I don't care."

Kyle nodded as he continued to fuck me. I honestly didn't care. His cock felt so good in me. The way he moved....the way he could control how fast or slow he was going, without making it feel any different...seeming to know just what I wanted at that instant.

I honestly wasn't sure if I could go back to Kevin.

After a few more minutes of fucking me, Kyle told me that he was close. I was completely lost in the moment and from myself. All that mattered was his cock going in and out of me.

Kyle pushed deep and hard into me as he grunted loudly. I felt a completely new sensation...his cock exploding in me, filling me with his cum. He held still for a second before he pulled out and I opened my eyes to watch as his cock sent stream after stream of cum onto me. Some landed on my pussy, others on my groin, with one shot flying forward, landing on my chin.

"Wow," I moaned as he finished and rolled onto his back.

With Kyle breathing deeply next to me, I lay there, staring up at the ceiling. I was waiting for that feeling of dissatisfaction to appear...and it didn't. I was happy. Complete.

Seeing headlights outside my boyfriend's car window, I paused my movements. I could still feel Kevin's condom-covered cock inside my pussy as I sat on his lap and his hand squeezing my eighteen-year-old breasts as I waited for the car to drive past us.

"Everything OK, Laura?" Kevin asked, using his fingers to pinch my nipples.

"Yeah. Just wanted that car to pass by."

It wasn't the first time Kevin and I had had sex in the backseat of his car. We lost our virginity to each other in it, in fact, just over a year ago. It had become our go-to whenever we both had parents at home and couldn't do it in one of our bedrooms.

So, you'd think he would be used to me stopping when another car approached.

I had learned a lot about Kevin over the last year, since we started dating. Just how stupid he could be when I was naked around him was one of those things.

I started to roll my hips again, sliding his cock in and out of my pussy. I moaned into his ear, telling him how good it felt. In response, he told me that he was about ready to blow and asked if we could switch positions.

I sighed as I climbed off him, not ready to be done, but knowing I didn't have much of a choice. For whatever reason, Kevin liked to be on top when he finished. I quickly laid down on the backseat, keeping my legs spread wide as he adjusted his positioning.

"Can I take the condom off?"

"No, baby," I answered. He asked me that every time. The answer was always no. I had graduated high school a few months ago. I wasn't going to spoil it with getting pregnant right away. Plus, my stake president dad would be furious. Even if he wasn't a local church leader, he'd be furious.

Kevin slid back into me and started moving back and forth. It did feel good. It always did. I was incredibly nervous and scared to lose my virginity, knowing that it was against my religion, my beliefs, and my morals to have sex before I was married. But the second I saw and touched a cock for the first time, I knew I needed it in me. And I was hooked after that.

He was making the car rock as he slid in and out of me and I knew from the sounds coming out of his mouth that he was close. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he moved, rolling my body with his, and moaning his name as he started to orgasm. I could feel his cock pulsing inside me, filling up the condom, as he pushed deep inside me and finished.

As we started to pull apart and get cleaned up, disposing of the condom, and getting our clothes back on, a familiar feeling settled over me. I felt so good while we were having sex but afterwards...I was no longer feeling satisfied. And I hadn't been for a few months now. I had tried to talk to Kevin about it, but he didn't understand. Too much of a boy. I wasn't quite sure what it was. But as we climbed into the front seats for him to take me home, I was starting to get an idea of what was happening.

The next day, I was getting ready for church when my dad informed me that his best friend, Kyle and his wife Lilly, were in town from their home in Idaho, and him, Lilly, and two daughters would be coming over after church to hang out and eat dinner with us.

I told him OK as I pinned my black hair up into a messy bun on top of my head, adjusting the cute little necklace Kevin had bought me for my eighteenth birthday around my neck.

"How was the date with Kevin?" my dad asked, leaning up against my bedroom door frame.

"It was good. We went to dinner then just hung out," I told him, hoping my face didn't give away what we really did. "I can tell you about later, I need to get dressed."

He said OK as he pulled the door shut behind him. I peeled off the bathrobe I had been wearing, leaving myself in just a black bra and black underwear, and looked at myself in the mirror as I tried to decide what to wear.

I've always had a petite frame. I'm fairly slim, with a lean, balanced build that looks athletic without being overly muscular. My waist is naturally narrow, and my shoulders and hips are fairly proportional, giving me a soft, balanced silhouette. I have a flat stomach with a little natural definition, especially when I'm relaxed, while my chest was on the smaller side, which has never really bothered me. It fits my frame, and I think it gives me a balanced look. I liked to wear clothes that showed off my body, strapless tops, short shorts, everything my dad would say was immodest.

At the start of the summer, I had done something stupid at a concert and went a kinda viral in our little Utah community. Since then, I had tried to be on my best behavior and was dressing more modest then I would like. So, I went with a plain yellow blouse and a matching skirt with a little floral design on the bottom.

I did love going to church and learning how to be more Christlike. During both hours, I listened intently, wrote a few noted in my journal, and laughed with my friends. After church ended, I had a meeting with my bishop, so I stayed behind while my parents went home.

My bishop wanted to talk about me possibly transferring my records to the singles ward. I wasn't too sure about it. I liked my family ward, plus I wasn't planning on moving any time soon. He was OK with me sticking around, which made me happy.

He also asked about Kevin. I could tell that he was leading me towards asking about if I had done anything against the covenants I made. When he finally did ask if were being good, I lied and told him that the most we had done was a little kissing. I didn't feel good about lying but, when I thought about how good what I was lying about felt, I convinced myself that I was OK.

When I returned home, Kyle and his family were already there. I hugged both of his daughters and his wire before giving him a fist bump. I excused myself to go change, going into my room and changing out my blouse for a black spaghetti strap tank top.

I had been texting Kevin most of the day, once again trying to explain how I felt at the end of our fun last night. He was still having trouble understanding it, as it felt amazing for him, and he didn't get what was wrong. And instead of trying to talk to me about it, his texting just switch to sexting and asking for a nude photo.

I knew I shouldn't give in to him. I shouldn't even entertain the thought. There were so many better options for me. But instead of doing any of them, I pulled up my tank top, snapped a picture of my breasts, and sent it to him.

A few hours later, I was hanging out with everybody, laughing, joking, having a good time. I had put my phone on silent and was ignoring it, even though I knew that Kevin was blowing up my phone.

My mom was telling a story about something funny my dad did and asked if I had the video of it. I told her that I did and pulled my phone out of my pocket. I quickly swiped off the notifications, as Kyle was sitting next to me and I didn't want him to see anything.

Instead, I was mortified as I unlocked my phone and saw my smiling face, with my breasts exposed. I had never closed out of the photo after sending it to Kevin. I quickly glanced at Kyle, who had been looking at me, and prayed he didn't see anything as I closed out of the photo, tried to compose myself, and found the video of my dad.

For the rest of the time that Kyle was at my house, he didn't say anything to me about the photo, but I thought I did see him looking at me more than a few times. The first couple of times, it was while I wasn't talking or doing anything and I wasn't sure if I saw it right or not. By the third time I caught him, I was actually feeling a little flattered by it. Kyle was kinda handsome, for an older guy, and I had known him my entire life. And now that he had potentially seen me nude...I was kinda turned on at the thought of it.

When Kyle and his family left later that night, I gave Kyle a hug and could have sworn that I felt his hand moving more than usual, almost like he wanted it somewhere else. By the time I got back to my room, my underwear was soaked. I wasn't the most experienced with masturbation, only doing it a handful of times, but as I lay in my bed, thoughts of Kyle seeing me nude and what he thought about it ran through my head. I started to touch my pussy, surprising myself when I had an orgasm a few minutes later.

The next day, I was at my job, working as an in-home nanny. I had been thinking about Kyle most of the night and had started to wonder, if maybe some of my feelings of dissatisfication were caused by Kevin just not knowing what to do. I had never thought about sleeping with someone more experienced and older than me...but it turned me on when I did think about it.

I wasn't sure what my intentions were or what I expected to happen, but as I watched the kids I nannied for play, I found Kyle's profile on Instagram, and sent him a message. "Hey Kyle, random question... when I unlocked my phone today, were you looking at it? If so, I owe you an apology." I sent an embarrassed face emoji along with it, then locked my phone, waiting for an answer.

I didn't have to wait very long before Kyle said, "I wasn't meaning to look but I think I did see a brief glimpse. Don't worry about it. Felt worse for you, cause I know you wouldn't have meant for that to happen. And, honestly, I'm not even sure what I saw."

Part of me was relieved. I was a little worried that he would have told my dad, along with the other feelings I had. "Thank you. I've been a little worried about it and you telling my dad. I know I shouldn't be doing things like that, but I can't help it."

It took Kyle a little bit longer to respond this time and I was starting to think that he wasn't going to as I made the kids lunch. When he did respond, what he said caught me completely off guard. "Laura, you're young and got a great body, I don't blame you for showing it off. As long as you're not doing anything else, not that it's any of my business, then it's not that big of a deal."

I hesitated before I sent something back to him before deciding to tease him a bit. "Are you saying that as somebody that has known me my whole life, as my dad's best friend, as a member of the church or as someone else?"

"It also sounds like maybe you saw more than just a glimpse," I also messaged him before he could respond.

"I saw a beautiful young woman showing herself off for her lucky boyfriend. Making your own smart choices and I hoped he earned it."

"What if I told you that I had done a lot more than send nudes and that he hadn't earned it?"

Kyle asked what I meant and I opened up to him, telling him about losing my virginity to Kevin and how I started to feel over the last few months. He only asked two questions, the first to make sure that I wasn't being forced to do anything and the second to confirm that I was using protection.

When I was done spilling to him, he asked me, "So, do you think that maybe the feeling you're feeling is being unsatisfied but it's guilt for knowing you shouldn't be doing these things? Me and Lilly had our own fun before we got married and I know that we both felt guilty for it, as much fun as it was."

I thought about it for a moment. Did I feel guilty? Not really. "I probably should feel guilty but I don't. I actually feel like I just need somebody with a little more experience, that can actually listen to me, and knows what they are doing."

Kyle had to go after I said that and I thought maybe I had overstepped or it got too much for him. But, he messaged me the day after that. And the next day. And continued to message me, only stopping when he got off work and went home.

Nothing sexual came up in our conversations after that first day, mainly just us talking about life and sharing funny stories about our families. I did find it a little weird to have this older guy messaging me, but I also enjoyed the attention and having somebody to talk to that was mature...mostly...about life.

Two weeks after I started talking to Kyle on a regular basis, I went out on a day date with Kevin and we ended up back at his parents' house, alone, where we had sex. Later that night, after he took me home, I was feeling pretty down about it. Not necessarily having sex, just how I felt afterwards. I knew he wouldn't answer, but I messaged Kyle and told him all about what I did, how I felt, and that I didn't know what to do.

An hour later, Kyle messaged me back, surprising me as I lay in my bed. "Hey Laura. Sorry to hear how you are feeling. I can kinda understand it, in a way. I haven't always been the most faithful to Lilly. Every time I've cheated, the sex has always felt great in the moment. But as soon as it's done, I do feel somewhat unsatisfied because it wasn't done with the woman I love. So, maybe that is your answer. I know you like Kevin a lot, but maybe he's just not the one for you."

My eyes went wide as I read his message. Kyle has cheated? On the Bishopric Kyle? My dad's best friend? And not only once, but multiple times? Wow. I was in shock.

I started to type out a response, asking for more information, wondering when, how, and how many times. But, I erased it all and simply asked, "Would you cheat again?"

"I always want to say no but...then I put myself in a situation where I do it again."

"Do you see another situation like that happening again? Maybe soon?"

"I will be back in Utah next week for a work conference. Guess you never know what will happen but I'm not actively looking for it."

"I'm free at night."

I have no idea why I sent it. Was I really willing to sleep with Kyle?

The warmth I was feeling in my groin told me that the answer was yes.

I saw that Kyle had read the message, but hadn't responded. Didn't even see any dots indicating that he was typing something back. Hopefully I didn't push too far. As I waited, I slipped my hand under my blanket and into the tiny shorts I had on for pajamas. I rubbed my pussy, moving my finger up and down my slit, spreading my juices around my vagina.

"Laura, we're entering dangerous territory here. I don't know if it's wise that we proceed."

"I have my hand in my shorts, rubbing my pussy."

"Laura..."

"I just inserted my finger into my pussy. Moving it in and out. Do you want to see?"

"No..."

Throwing my blanket off my body, I moved my phone down, turning on the selfie camera, and angling it just right so I could see my finger pushed deep inside. I snapped a picture, even if Kyle had said no.

"Yes. Fuck, Laura. We shouldn't do this."

"Why not? I want somebody with more experience to show me if how I feel after sex is normal or not."

"Because I'm more than twice your age!"

I snapped another picture, this one of my face, with my tank top pulled up right to the underside of my breasts. I sent it to him along with saying, "Aren't you curious about what you saw on my phone?"

"Of course. You're beautiful. Wow."

"Want to see the other picture I took?"

I continued to finger myself while waiting for his answer. I knew he had read it. I hoped Lilly wasn't next to him and hadn't seen the picture. I didn't even think about that when I sent it.

"I shouldn't be...but I'm hard. Yes, I want to see it."

Before I could send it, he sent me another message saying, "Don't worry about Lilly. She's not home."

I quickly sent him the photo of my finger in my pussy.

"So...about when you'll be in town next week..." I texted him, hoping for a different response from a few minutes earlier.

For the next week, Kyle was a little more hesitant about me joining him for a night. He asked about my dad finding out, what about Kevin, tried to tell me that I was too young, and on and on. I kept pushing back. Telling him how bad I wanted it. That I was ready to end things with Kevin. That my dad wouldn't find out.

He did tell me that there was only one night he was available, with no dinner plans or anything else going on. But, he wouldn't tell me where he was staying or commit to having me come. He was, however, responding to my messages and hadn't quite said no.

The people I nannied for had a short day at work, so I was able to get home early and continue putting pressure on Kyle. I quickly changed out of my normal, modest clothes, and put on something I hoped would entice him more. Standing in my bedroom, I snapped a picture of myself and sent it to him.

I had on a blue and white, checkered strapless topwith a ruffle flare at the bottom. While it looked tight around me, I knew from experience that it was pretty easy to get on and off...or have somebody slip their hand into. My dark navy shorts were definitely not modest, but also easy to get into. I left my black hair loose but had a hair tie around my wrist, just in case.

Kyle told me that I looked good. I took another picture, this time pulling up my top a little, showing off my belly button. Quickly followed by a third picture of me bending over, showing a hint of my small cleavage.

"Fuck, Laura. Hilton Garden Inn. Room 203. Be there at 6:30."

I sent him one more picture. I had turned, my back now showing. I pulled my shorts down a little, showing the curve of my ass, just enough to leave him wondering whether I'd pulled my underwear down, was wearing a thong, or wasn't wearing anything at all.

I knocked on his door right at 6:30. He opened it and let me inside, giving me a quick, almost awkward hug as I walked by.

"What did you tell your parents?" he asked as I put my phone and keys down.

I shrugged and said, "That I was going out. They don't ask too many questions."

"And here I am, about to give them a good excuse to start asking questions."

I smiled as I walked up to him. He was a few inches taller than me so I lifted up my head a bit to kiss him briefly on the lips. "There. First kiss out of the way."

"If I didn't know anybody, I wouldn't think this was your first time doing something like this," he said as I took his hands in mine, and started to walk him towards the bed.

I giggled and said, "As nervous as you seem, I would definitely guess that this was your first time."

He laughed and said, "Kinda feels like it is."

"First time with an eighteen year old since you were eighteen?" I teased him as I gently pushed him down onto the bed.

"Something like that."

I took a step back and said, "Maybe this will help." His eyes were glued to me as I reached for the bottom of my top and pulled it off, dropping it to the floor. I walked towards him, bent over, grabbed his hands out of his lap, and brushed my fingers across his growing cock. Making eye contact with him, I brought his hands up to my breasts and encouraged him to cup and squeeze them, moaning as he did so.

As he squeezed my breasts over and over, I climbed onto his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in to kiss him again. He returned the kiss, pressing his lips against mine, a passionate embrace fueled by all the teasing and the built-up anticipation.

I felt his fingers pinching my nipples, rubbing them between his thumb and index finger. I pressed my tongue against his lips, trying to enter his mouth. As I pressed down with my hips and started to roll them, grinding my groin on his, he parted his lips, letting my tongue into his mouth.

We continued to make out, our mouths, lips, and tongues exploring each other. His hands never left my breasts, squeezing them and playing with my nipples. I could feel his cock between my legs as he finished growing to his full hardness.

Ending the kiss, I rested my forehead against his for a moment, both of us breathing deeply. "Wow," he whispered.

I slipped off his lap, pushing his legs apart as I knelt on the floor. I hooked my fingers into the hem of his pants and started to pull them down as Kyle lifted up his hips to make it easier for me. As his cock came into view, I instantly compared it to Kevin's and was a little surprised that they appeared to be about the same length.

But, as soon as I touched it, wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I could feel a difference. Something about Kyle's felt harder...thicker, even though my fingers wrapped the same amount around it as Kevin's...more sure of itself. I was probably crazy for thinking that as I moved my hand up and down it.

I looked up at Kyle, saw him staring down at me, his fingers gripping the edge of the bed tight enough to turn his knuckles white. I smiled before I leaned closer, stuck out my tongue, and licked around his tip. I wrapped my lips around his cock and started to bob my head up and down the upper portion of his cock, keeping my hand going on his lower half.

"Laura," he moaned softly.

I took him out of my mouth and asked, "You're not ready to blow already, are you?"

"No," he said as I kept my hand going on his shaft and swirled my tongue around his tip again. "I just wasn't expecting you to be this way."

"Why not? I told you I've been doing this for a while. Were you hoping I wasn't that experienced? Did you want to fuck an innocent, naive eighteen-year-old?"

"I mean, I didn't think you were completely innocent or that you didn't know what you were doing...I just wasn't expecting you to be so much in control."

I giggled as I said, "Don't worry, you'll get your chance to be in control."

I brought him back into my mouth and continued to bob my head up and down. With my free hand, I grabbed his and brought it to the back of my head, moaning as I felt him putting pressure on it, trying to get me to take more and more of him in.

Making eye contact again, briefly, I sat up a little straighter, holding his cock straight up, and tried to relax my throat as I took more and more of him in. He pushed down with his hand, watching as I took the last few inches of him into my mouth, and held myself still, with my nose in his groin.

When I couldn't take any more of it, I took him out of my mouth, and sat back on my heels. "Should I keep going?" I asked, leaning forward again to lick up and down his shaft.

"It's up to you. I won't complain either way."

I giggled as I stood up, letting go of his cock. Kyle quickly pulled off his shirt as I pulled my shorts down, revealing to him the pink thong I had on.

"Wow," he said as I climbed back onto his lap, pressing my naked chest against his, kissed him, and rubbed my groin on his hard cock.

His hands went right to my butt, grabbing and squeezing my cheeks, causing me to moan into his mouth. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my wet pussy, the only thing stopping it from going all the way in was a thin piece of fabric.

"I am so ready for you," I said as I ended the kiss and started to reach down between us.

As I lifted up my hips and wrapped one hand around his cock, I went to move my thong out of the way with my other hand when Kyle moved his hands to my hips, stopped me from moving, and said, "Wait."

"I don't have a condom."

Kyle knew that I had never had sex without a condom. He also knew that I always trusted Kevin to provide them, as I didn't want to get caught at home with them.

"Oh. I just assumed you had bought some," I said, realizing how dumb it sounded, with my hand wrapped around his cock, mere centimeters from being in my pussy.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Laura. I honestly didn't think it would get this far."

I felt his cock in my hand, slowly rubbing it up and down...my pussy was throbbing, aching with the need to have a cock in it. Yes, I did have a pretty strict rule of always using a condom...but eventually, I knew that wouldn't always be the case. And I was curious what it felt like. Kyle was experienced. He knew what he was doing. I could trust him.

Right?

"Can you pull out of me before you finish?"

I saw the hesitation in his eyes. Could he trust himself? How bad did he want this? We had only been building up this sexual tension between us for a few weeks but we've known each other my whole life. I wondered if he had ever thought about me like this before he saw that picture. It wouldn't have surprised me. I had caught older men checking me out. Did Kyle?

"Yes," he finally said, his voice no more than a whisper.

I nodded my head as I moved my thong to the side. I closed my eyes as I carefully inserted his tip, pushing past the folds of my pussy, and felt...actually felt...a cock inside me. Nothing between us. Just his flesh and my insides. I moaned deeply and loudly as I slid down his shaft.

"How does it feel?" Kyle asked, holding onto my hips as I started to slowly roll them.

"Amazing. So much better. Oh my gosh, I can't believe the difference."

I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned in, kissing him passionately, as I started to lift my hips up and down, sliding my pussy up and down his shaft. Kyle started to move his hands, grabbing my ass, rubbing my back, holding my hips, and eventually, cupping my breasts when I ended the kiss and moved a little away from him.

"I don't know how you feel disappointed when you're done. You're fucking amazing," Kyle said as I rode him. "Excuse my language."

I giggled and said, "I told you, the sex itself feels great. I'm loving this. It's afterwards, when he takes his turn, then I feel it."

"So, I need to take over and make sure you're not disappointed?"

"If you want to."

Kyle surprised me by standing up, wrapping his arms around my waist to keep me with him. He turned us around as his cock slipped out, and sat me down on the bed. I quickly scooted up on the bed until the back of my head hit a pillow, and I waited for him.

I watched his cock swinging under him as he climbed onto the bed and crawled up to me. He hesitated at my groin and asked, "Has Kevin ever ate you out?"

"Yeah, he's tried. Never really done much for me."

"Hmm...he's not doing it right."

I sat up on my elbows and watched as Kyle pulled my thong down my legs and tossed it to the floor behind him. His eyes went right to my clean-shaven pussy, licking his lips as he leaned into my groin. He first lightly kissed my pussy, then started to kiss my thigh, alternating between my left leg and my right leg.

He brought his hand up and started to rub my pussy, sliding his finger up and down my slit. As he kissed closer and closer to my groin, he started to tease my entrance with his finger, not quite going in it, but putting just enough pressure there that I could feel it.

When his mouth finally reached my pussy, I trembled as his lips pressed against my lower lips, and his tongue rubbed up and down my slit. I moaned loudly as he pushed his tongue inside me, darting it in and out. His fingers continued to rub around the outside, eventually finding and brushing across my clit.

He was right. Kevin didn't know what he was doing.

Kyle pushed his tongue deep inside me, licking all over, while he left his fingers on my clit, rubbing it with a little circular pattern. I closed my eyes as I lay my head back on the pillow, continuing to moan at his touch.

"Oh, my gosh, Kyle. Yes!"

Without warning, Kyle quickly switched, sucking my clit into his mouth and sliding a finger into my pussy. I moved my hand down to the back of his head while my other hand looked for something to grab onto, finding a bedsheet and squeezing it tightly.

I could feel my hips rolling, pushing my groin up into his face. I knew the telling signs of an oncoming orgasm, had given myself plenty and had a few from Kevin, even using his mouth but this...this felt different.

His tongue was flicking back and forth on my clit as his lips sucked it into his mouth. His finger moving in and out of my pussy, not too fast, not too slow, at just the right speed. I didn't want him to stop. I wanted to feel this forever. And at the same time, I wanted the climax. I needed to know what it felt like.

"Oh my gosh, I'm cumming!"

The orgasm hit me in waves, crashing over my body as I started to convulse. I bucked my hips up and down, arching my back, as I pushed his head into my groin. He never stopped sucking on my clit or moving his finger in me, just moving his head with my body, providing pleasure throughout my orgasm.

"Oh my gosh! Yes!"

I let go of his head, grabbing onto the bedsheets with both hands, as I felt him start to move. He kept his finger in me but removed his lips from my clit. As my orgasm started to come down, I managed to open my eyes, saw Kyle kneeling, and pulling his finger out of my pussy, and using his hand to guide his cock back into me.

Another deep moan came from me as Kyle pushed into my pussy. I watched as he slowly laid down on me, getting his head close enough to suck and lick my nipples as he started to thrust back and forth with his hips, sliding his cock in and out of me.

I spread my legs as far as they would go, making sure he had plenty of room to move, putting my hands on the lower part of his back and rubbing it. "How does it feel? Any different from what you're used to?"

"You have no idea. You're so tight. Am I hurting you?"

"Not at all. It feels so good. Can you go harder?"

Kyle nodded as he adjusted his positioning, pushing himself up higher above me. He had his hands on the bed, one on both sides of me, as he slammed into me, going hard and fast with every thrust. I wrapped my legs around his, my heels hooking around his calves, moaning with every deep push of his cock.

"Where do you want me to finish?"

"I don't care. I'm on the pill. Finish in me. On me. I don't care."

Kyle nodded as he continued to fuck me. I honestly didn't care. His cock felt so good in me. The way he moved....the way he could control how fast or slow he was going, without making it feel any different...seeming to know just what I wanted at that instant.

I honestly wasn't sure if I could go back to Kevin.

After a few more minutes of fucking me, Kyle told me that he was close. I was completely lost in the moment and from myself. All that mattered was his cock going in and out of me.

Kyle pushed deep and hard into me as he grunted loudly. I felt a completely new sensation...his cock exploding in me, filling me with his cum. He held still for a second before he pulled out and I opened my eyes to watch as his cock sent stream after stream of cum onto me. Some landed on my pussy, others on my groin, with one shot flying forward, landing on my chin.

"Wow," I moaned as he finished and rolled onto his back.

With Kyle breathing deeply next to me, I lay there, staring up at the ceiling. I was waiting for that feeling of dissatisfaction to appear...and it didn't. I was happy. Complete.