r/eroticliterature

I've been going to the college library every evening for the past couple of months. Not that I loved to study everyday, I mean I did on most days, but I just loved spending time in the library. Sometimes I would just watch a youtube video with my headphones on, or maybe read a novel.

It is a big library and I always sat at the table in the far corner. He usually sits about two tables opposite to where I sit, but facing my direction. Sometimes he would sit a bit closer, if his usual spot was taken by someone else. He wasn't a regular, and my guess is he only started coming recently since the exams were approaching. The library remained empty most of the time. Apart from me, there would maybe be around four other people who came regularly, and of course the two librarians. But none of them had a direct view to where we sat, since we were behind a row of shelves.

I was attracted to him, and I knew it the first time I noticed him in the library, but I didn't make a big deal out of it. I develop a crush quite easily on random people I see, people I've never even spoken to but I've never done anything about it in the past. So this wasn't new for me. But the thing is, I never saw those people again, certainly not on a regular basis so the attraction would naturally fade and I would forget about them after a few days. But this was different.

He had messy hair, always wore a t-shirt and sweatpants, with his backpack hanging over one shoulder and he seemed fit. Not the gym-bro type, but fit. We've accidentally made eye contact with each other while we were both busy studying, but it never lasted more than a second.

As we started seeing each other everyday, we began to share a friendly smile to greet each other. I found myself looking forward to going to the library in the evening everyday so that I could see him. This was healthy for me, I thought. Now I had another reason to go to the library everyday.

One day, while I was searching for a particular book near the shelves, he happened to be searching for something too, and that's when I introduced myself to him. He was shy at first, only answering my questions and not asking me anything back but I found it cute. After a few days, as we grew more friendly and comfortable with each other, we had more conversations and he started opening up to me more.

Turns out, he was a year ahead of me, and we had exams around the same time too, so as the exams started to get closer, we talked less and less. That wasn't bad, I wanted to focus on my exams too. But I was slightly worried that he would stop coming to the library after the exams since he wasn't a regular.

But thankfully, I saw him the monday after our exams had ended. He waved towards me, and I sat next to him, and we talked about how it went for the both of us.

"I didn't expect you to be here, now that the exams are over " I said.

"I guess it's become a habit now. I like coming here, it's peaceful. Even if i'm not studying anything."

We started sitting next to each other everyday after that. I might be watching something on my laptop, and he might be reading something and we liked being in each other's company. Even when we didn't have much to talk about, there was a comfortable silence between us.

I started growing more attracted to him by the day, and eventually, my attraction to him shifted to a sexual nature. To put it bluntly, I started craving him. I wanted him, all of him. I found myself getting horny every time I sat next to him, and then afterwards I would fantasize about him in my dorm. About taking his cock in my mouth, and fucking him in the library. Sometimes while we sat next to each other, our legs would rub against each other and it would make me incredibly wet. The sexual tension grew stronger everyday and I couldn't take it anymore.

I'm gonna fuck him tomorrow, I thought.

I woke up the next day, overthinking everything. What if he turned me down ? What if it got awkward between us ? But this was my golden opportunity to finally have sex with someone i had a crush on. I couldn't let it go, so I hyped myself up. I can do this, I can seduce him. But I had zero rizz though. How would I even bring it up ? Just ask him ? No, that's stupid. That would never work. I'll figure something out.

I shaved down there, did my hair and makeup, and decided to wear my lacy tank top that i usually wore on date nights. I made sure not to go over the top with the make up and everything because it would be weird if I walked into the library looking like I was about to go for a night out.

I entered the library taking a deep breath and walked towards where he sat. There he was, in his usual spot, reading something. We greeted each other like we always do, and I sat next to him.

"You look good ! Are you going out later today ?" He asked me, with gleaming eyes.

Well, Fuck. Act normal.

"Thank you ! Yeah, I might go out later today with a few of my friends. We've planned to, anyway. I don't know if everyone will follow through." I said smiling, trying to act cool.

After my nerves calmed down a little, I decided to make my move.

"What are you reading ?" I asked, leaning towards him and gently placing a hand on his knee. I was nervous, but I was also incredibly excited.

"War and peace" he said. He went on to describe the book, and it was cute but I wasn't listening. I kept nodding while thinking what my next move should be. He seemed comfortable, and didn't make any attempts to try and move his thigh from under my arm and that was a positive sign.

"Tell me more about that" I said, as I slowly started moving my hand up his thigh, towards his crotch.

He was a bit flustered but pretended like everything was okay. "Uhm, yeah so as i was saying..."

I could feel the tension rising between us as I leaned more towards him and my hand slid up to reach his crotch. I felt his cock through his sweatpants and it was hard. He was hard for me. My heartbeat was rising by the second and I could feel it beating in my throat. He had stopped talking somewhere in between.

I wanted to make sure that he wanted this too, so I whispered in his ear, "Can I go down on you right now ?"

He took a deep breath, and said "Yes, please".

I slid under the table, got on my knees, and pulled his sweatpants down to his knees. The sexual tension between us was so high that I didn't want to rush through anything and I took my time. I felt his warm cock through his boxers and gently started stroking him. He was throbbing for me, and it turned me on even more. I pulled down his boxers.

His cock was the right size. Maybe around 6 inches, and not too thick. I couldn't wait to ride him but I wanted him in my mouth first. I rested one hand on his thigh, and with the other hand, wrapped my fingers around his shaft and propped it up so that I could go down on him. He held my hair in place for me, and I looked up at him and smiled with my mouth hovering just above his cock.

I felt a satisfying sensation spread through my body as I felt his warm, throbbing cock in my mouth. I devoured him. I licked and sucked the head for a few seconds and then took him in completely. I wanted to choke on it, and I did. I made sure not to be too loud but I couldn't help myself anymore. I held him deep in my throat for a few seconds and when I pulled back, I had spit dripping down my chin while his cock was glistening with my saliva. I had some left in my mouth, so I gently spit the rest on the tip of his cock before I got back up.

He pushed his chair back a little and drew me into a passionate kiss, as I got onto his lap. It was wet and messy. I still had some spit on my chin and he didn't seem to bother.

"I want to fuck you right now" I said desperately, looking into his eyes. I didn't know where this confidence was coming from but I wanted him inside me and I couldn't wait any longer.

"What if someone sees us ?" he said, looking around.

"No one's gonna come this way." I said, reassuring him. I didn't know that for sure, but the chances are that no one will see or hear us. I honestly didn't even care if someone might end up seeing us.

"Okay" he said, as his hands slid down from my hips, reaching under my skirt and grabbing a handful of my ass. He spread my pussy with his fingers, traced its length and then started rubbing my clit in a circular motion.

I didn't even bother to take my panties off, as I moved it aside with one hand and guided his cock towards my entrance with the other. I was wet for him, like dripping wet, and his cock that was covered in my spit, slid right into me without any resistance.

"Fuck" I whispered, placing my hands on his shoulders as my pussy clenched tightly around him. I took a few seconds to adjust to him being inside me and then I started riding him, slowly. I wrapped one arm around him, pressing my tits against his chest and ran my fingers through his hair with the other. My nipples were hard, and tender so I guided his hands towards my breast.

He quietly moaned into my neck, squeezing my tits as I started riding him faster, finding a rhythm. With his cock now inside me, totally under my control, and his warm breath on my neck, I was getting closer.

"Fuck I think gonna cum." he said, placing his hands on my breast, trying to push me away. I didn't care anymore. I was edging closer and closer and I didn't want to stop now.

"It's okay, you can come inside me" I said, placing a finger over his mouth. He grabbed my ass and started thrusting into me now. This was the hottest sex I've ever had in my entire life. I couldn't believe what was just happening.

As I felt the wave of intense pleasure wash over me, I arched my back, pressing my tits against his face. He came shortly after, moaning quietly with his face buried between my tits. My thighs were shaking on his, as his cock twitched, shooting ropes of cum inside me.

"Fuck, that was amazing" he said, breathless, with his head resting against my shoulder. I gave him a kiss and got off his lap. We adjusted our clothes and hair and looked at each other.

I had just had the best sex of my life with the guy I've been crushing on for the past few weeks. I couldn't believe it. I was proud of myself.

"We should do this again in my dorm tomorrow" I told him, smiling casually as if what we just did wasn't the riskiest most exhilarating thing I've ever done.

"Yeah that would definitely be more comfortable than this chair" he said, grimacing and placing a hand on his back.

"Fuck, I'm sorry" I said as we both laughed.

[Episode 1]

Okay. Yeah.

I’d taken too many classes.

Back home, I’d been smart in the laziest possible way. I barely paid attention, did homework five minutes before it was due, and walked out with As. 

Naturally, because I was stupid, I assumed college would work the same way.

It did not.

Calc II. Gen chem. Intro to symbolic logic. A freshman writing seminar that apparently believed twenty pages every two weeks was a normal thing to ask from human beings.

And Intermediate Japanese, because I’d gotten cocky. Because I could talk to my parents. Because I knew hiragana and katakana and enough kanji to embarrass myself with confidence. 

Apparently, my three-year-old writing skills were not the same thing as academic fluency.

Shocking.

This university was killing me.

I rubbed the bridge of my nose, closed my laptop, and sank back in my computer chair. For a minute, I just spun in slow circles, staring up at the ceiling as if it might offer guidance. 

My toe caught the bed frame. 

Ittaaaaaaa.  

I whimpered and curled up in the chair.

There was almost no room in here. And that was, unfortunately, at least partly my fault.

Across the room, boxes sat piled around my bed, accusing me. My stuff had finally gotten here, which meant I no longer had an excuse. I still hadn’t unpacked any of it. Not even the cute bras and underwear I’d ordered, still sitting in their shipping bag.

It had been a whole month since I got here, and what had I done with all that fresh-start energy?

Stumbled into class with messy hair and a hoodie. Mostly.

I hadn’t even looked at that site again. Not once. Which was technically discipline, if you ignored every other part of my life currently falling apart. It wasn’t like I didn’t want to log back in. I did. Badly. I just also knew myself, and the second I opened that account, I was going to lose three hours reading comments and studying the vast biodiversity of human penises.

It was more or less a reward I was saving for myself.

Good job, Shiori. You survived college for one month. You may now go show your boobs to more strangers.

Ugh. 

I needed to get more work done before I let myself spiral into distraction. But if I spent one more hour staring at text I was going to lose my mind.

It was time to relax and have fun.

I glanced at the door.

Juliana was at the gym, and that meant I had time. She’d work out for, what, twenty minutes? Maybe thirty if she accidentally touched a dumbbell. After that, she’d spend two hours talking to everyone in a five-machine radius because she was there for the social ecosystem, not the health benefits.

I opened the laptop, clicked into my favorites, and pulled up the site.

Instantly, there they were. Pretty girls everywhere, all of them posed and clearly trying to outdo each other in the most naked way possible. I bet the top creators were competitive. There had to be drama. Secret feuds. Copycat accusations. Girls pretending not to care while absolutely caring.

I opened the ranking board out of curiosity.

Number two and number one had swapped places since the last time I looked. Miss Blonde American Apple Pie had lost her throne to another Blonde American Apple Pie.

They didn’t literally look the same. 

Their faces were different. Their bodies were different. But the style? Almost identical. Same soft lighting. Same glossy smile. Same lingerie choices often enough that, after a bit of profile snooping, I was convinced one of them was copying the other.

The new number one had more of a platinum-blonde thing going on, I guess.

Revolutionary.

I scrolled down fast, half-curious how deep the list went, half-expecting it to stretch into infinity. Gorgeous girl. Gorgeous girl. Absurdly gorgeous girl. Professional lighting. Perfect makeup. Thigh-highs. Lace. Oil.

Then I saw it.

My bunny drawing.

Way sooner than I should have.

The list only showed the top 1000, and there I was at 926, wedged between two women who looked as though they knew what they were doing.

My profile picture was just a bunny with an accidental mustache, and beside my media count, it said one.

One photo.

That was it.

One dark, grainy laptop-camera picture, and somehow I’d landed on the list.

And wow.

18k people had seen my nipples. That was a significant increase from the grand total of zero strangers who had seen them before.

441 likes. 92 comments.

I stared at the numbers, not sure if I was supposed to feel scared or happy. My brain moved straight past the existential crisis and landed on the real question. Why hadn’t more people liked it? Eighteen thousand views, and only 441 likes? They were already looking at my boobs. The least they could do was tap the heart.

No manners.

I felt that competitive spark, again. The same stupid one Juliana’s fairy-light forest had triggered when I first moved in. I’d mostly abandoned the room-decor rivalry after school hit me in the face with a Calc shovel, but this?

This seemed easier.

And free.

I wanted to see how far up the ranking I could get.

Not because I cared… obviously.

I clicked around, studying the trending tags as if this was homework and not me actively avoiding homework.

Big boobs.

Of course.

Big ass.

Cosplay.

Feet.

I stopped on that one for a second. I did have nice feet. Objectively. Probably. But feet seemed weirdly demanding. Painted nails. Soft skin. Good angles. The kind of close-up that would immediately expose the fact that my hands and feet both needed moisturizer.

Still, if I got one of those right, I was pretty sure it could shove me up the rankings.

Hmmm.

A later thing. Right now, I needed to focus on what I could actually do without turning this into a project.

The setting mattered. Lighting, background, the whole mood. A dorm room wall wasn’t exactly giving top creator vibes. I was sure there were people into the whole college-girl thing, but I wanted something a little more intentional.

More artful.

A ridiculous thought to have while taking thirst traps.

I wasn’t even going to look at the comments or DMs yet. First, I needed a location. Then I needed a picture. After that, I could come back, settle in, and let myself get distracted by horny guys with no impulse control.

There was a park nearby. Well, not a park exactly. More a hiking trail. Trees, dirt, mosquitoes. I could use a nice big tree as the background. Nature nudity seemed like a thing. A whole category, honestly.

The communal bathroom mirror could work too. Steam, towel, wet hair. Casual. And if someone came in, I could play it off. Girls took pictures there all the time. Mirror selfies, outfit checks, lip gloss touch-ups. Not naked or anything, but underwear happened. Sports bras. Towels tucked under armpits.

Library? That was an option, but that felt riskier. Eh, as long as I wasn’t doing anything insane—like wandering around naked between the biographies and the printers—I could probably pull off a mild photo.

Maybe an empty stairwell after dark. I could wear one of my new skirts, set my phone on the steps, hit record, and walk over it as though I was just passing by. I could wear my new strawberry thong too. And if I got daring, maybe I could even take it off for a few photos.

None of these were bad ideas. The last one required grooming downstairs, but I could do all of them sooner or later, assuming I didn’t die of embarrassment or get arrested for being stupid. 

But I had to pick one.

Ahhhhhh.

I hated making decisions. Big ones, small ones, questionable ones involving public nudity.

Five minutes passed.

Okay. Okay… the library.

What was the worst that could happen?

A lot, actually. So much. An academically devastating amount. I could get caught and kicked out of school. My parents wouldn’t believe it, though. They would just sit there, confused and polite, trying to understand how the school had mixed me up with another student.

Our Shiori?

No. Never. 

Not in a million years would they believe I was taking nudes in the college library. 

Well… time to get dressed.

I dropped onto the edge of my bed and tore through the plastic mailers. The strawberry-print bra came out first, followed by the matching thong folded beneath it. 

Both looked better in person than they had online, which was a relief. I had given them a fifty-fifty chance of showing up as complete garbage.

I jumped to my feet. My hoodie came off first, dragging my hair with it. My sweats followed, then my panties, everything landing on my bed in a messy pile.

The thong slid up my thighs, the thin white straps settling high on my hip bones. It was snug, but not in a bad way. More fitted than tight. Going up a size had been the correct decision because there was basically no stretch to the fabric. If I’d ordered my usual size, it’d definitely be getting returned.

The front dipped low enough that my bush showed over the top. I stared down at it for a second.

Nope.

I was not walking all the way to the showers just to shave right now. That was too much work. I’d shower later anyway, so I could deal with it then.

Besides, it wasn’t like I was going to take pictures that low.

Probably.

Depends on how much fun I was having. I was sure that site had plenty of guys who were very enthusiastic about hair.

I shrugged into the bra, reached behind myself, and clipped it into place.

A little adjusting, a little tugging before I stepped in front of Juliana’s magical fairy mirror.

And froze.

I looked down.

Boobs.

The website had not lied. It said push-up, and there was no false advertising that was for sure. There had been a non-padded version, but the padded one was actually available in my size, which basically never happened. 

I wasn’t going to send it back, but if I could go back in time, I would pick a different one.

My head tilted.

Cute, though.

I turned around to check the back, and the thong had vanished between my cheeks. The way it sat on my hips made my butt look extra nice, so I grabbed my phone and tried to take a few pictures—proof for later, when I needed to hype myself up.

Now I needed something easy to take pictures in.

I stood there with one hand under my chin, thinking way too hard about this.

Oh.

I literally bought a strappy white dress with strawberries on it. The berries were a tad different, but whatever. Might as well commit to the theme.

After opening three different bags that were not the dress, I finally found the right one. I tore it open and stepped into it, wiggling the dress up my waist.

That was… a lot of cleavage.

The skirt wasn’t much better. It landed around mid-thigh, which wasn’t scandalous, but it showed enough skin that I stood there for a second, trying to decide whether I looked cute or like I was tempting the wind into flashing my butt.

I walked back to the mirror and bent over.

Safe… mostly.

A strong breeze might be bad, but I was fine standing still.

My hands brushed the sides.

I froze.

No.

I slipped my fingers into the dress.

Yabai!

It had pockets.

I stared at myself in the mirror, hands buried in the fabric like I had just discovered fire. 

This was my new favorite dress. Also, I needed to go back online and buy more stuff from that company.

I pulled my hair into a ponytail, slid my glasses onto my nose, and tucked my phone and student ID into the pockets. The pockets. Still exciting. My feet went into my sandals, and I walked to the door with an uncharacteristic amount of confidence.

My hand hovered over the handle.

I had never worn anything this revealing before. And even though I knew I was a ten out of ten to most people, that didn’t stop my stomach from doing one tiny, nervous flip.

We got this, right?

I mean, I got this.

Why was I such a weirdo? I narrated everything in my head as if there was an audience watching my very boring life. I’d always done that. Talked to myself, too, which was normal.

I think.

As long as I didn’t start talking back to myself, there wasn’t a problem, right?

Out the door I went, letting it click shut behind me. I looked down both ends of the hallway, hoping there weren’t too many people.

There weren’t. But there were still a few.

Two girls glanced at me as I passed, but none of them said anything. Their eyes definitely darted down to my chest, and I caught a few subtle oh wow expressions.

I rode the elevator down and stepped outside, making my way across campus. It was beautiful out—sunny and blue skies—but the light was making me glow because I never went outside anymore. When I was younger, I was so tan from running around all day. Now I looked like I was about to crawl out of a static TV.

Tanning was on the menu when I got extra time.

A couple cute guys looked over as I passed. One of them almost wandered off the sidewalk before his friend grabbed his arm and yanked him back.

People were noticing. 

Not embarrassing at all.

I tugged lightly at the hem of my dress, very aware of the skin I was showing. Maybe I had gone a little overboard. This might not be a casual-library outfit.

But the library was already in front of me.

The sliding doors opened, and AC spilled over me from above, raising goosebumps along my arms and chest. I walked in, trying to act like a normal student. The librarian looked up. And stared. I gave her the smallest, most innocent smile ever and hurried towards the back.

It was dimmer back there. Colder, too. The aisle was almost empty, except for the faint click of someone typing on a laptop and the tired hum of fluorescent lights that should have been replaced by LEDs years ago. It had the normal old-paper smell I loved so much, with beautiful dark wood everywhere.

I drifted between the shelves and pulled out the first book my hand landed on—because holding a random hardcover made me look like I was here for an academic purpose.

Finding God in a Distracted World.

I glared at the title. “That feels targeted.”

The book went back onto the shelf where it belonged, far away from me and my current life choices.

My eyes peeked around the corner first, making sure no one was in the next aisle. 

Empty. 

I looked up at the ceiling, searching for cameras, anything that looked like it might be pointed at me.

Nothing.

My phone came out of my pocket and I opened the camera. My thumb hovered over the screen for a second before I took a breath and lifted it.

The first few were simple. Cleavage, dress, a small tilt of my chin. Ponytail sitting over my shoulder.

Not bad.

I leaned against the shelf and took a few more, attempting to look relaxed instead of like my heartbeat was trying to escape through my throat.

Then I dragged one strap down.

-click-

Another position.

-click-

My face warmed, but I kept going.

The spicier ones were harder. Every tiny sound made me freeze. A chair would scrape somewhere. The air vents would hiss overhead.

I kept checking the aisle.

Finally, I lowered both straps until the top of the dress tucked under the bra. I pressed my boobs together a little. Not that they needed the help. The cups had already shoved them up plenty.

I took a couple more shots before peeking around the edge of the shelf again.

Clear.

I bounced lightly on my toes, trying to get a natural-looking slip, but the bra held everything in place to my surprise. The one time I actually needed less support.

“Seriously?” I mumbled.

I moved it down myself, trying to make it look accidental.

The picture was good.

Not great.

That was the problem. A few of them were postable, sure, but none had made me stop and go, oh, that one. They were cute. They were very much evidence that I had lost my mind in the library.

But they were not wow.

I looked down at the bra and the curve of my skin.

Taking them out would be stupid, wouldn’t it? I mean, I had gotten plenty of pictures for this trip. There was no sense in risking getting caught my first time doing public photos.

Who was I kidding? The situation had passed stupid about twenty minutes ago. At this point, more insanity barely felt like an escalation. 

I adjusted the cups, scooping my boobs out as they spilled over the top. 

Yeah. This was going to be the winner.  

I lifted my phone and angled it, catching my lips at the top of the frame. They were one of my better features. Might as well use them. 

The dress sat low, the strawberry print bunched beneath my boobs, leaving them pushed up and very much on display. My nipples had gone so hard it was a little embarrassing, the soft brown shade deepening at the tips.

-click-

I stared at the picture for a second.

That one was… wow.

I wasn’t going to lie to myself.

This was turning me on. A lot. Every second felt as though someone would turn the corner and catch me. My pulse kept jumping, but instead of stopping, it only made me want to keep going. Maybe a tiny part of me wanted it to happen, just so I could replay it later with my hand between my legs.

I could not believe I was doing this.

My eyes flicked towards the end of the aisle.

I toyed with the hem of my dress for a moment, giving myself one last chance to stop. My phone went into my pocket, and my hand darted under my skirt.

At first, I only rubbed over the front of my thong. Even that was almost too much. I was so sensitive that the light pressure made my thighs tense and my lips press together to keep any sound from escaping.

The fabric was already damp. No, not damp. Soaked.

My fingers hooked under the thin material and tugged it aside. I started playing with my clit in slow circles, stopping every few seconds to listen for footsteps, voices, anything. The only noise was my breathing getting harder.

I didn’t need to go inside. Which, of course, meant I wanted to. It felt worse that way. Naughtier. As if I was pushing the moment past the point where I could pretend this was only a harmless little thrill. I wanted it to be perverted enough that I’d cringe about it later.

One finger glided in, and my whole body tightened around it. I moved slowly at first, in and out, coming back to rub my clit with the wetness. 

After a bit, I added another, biting down on my lip as I adjusted.

And there I was, hidden in the back of the library, fingering myself in public like I had completely lost my mind.

I decided that this could get crazier. 

So with my free hand, I lifted my skirt.

If I got caught, that was it. There would be no explaining my way out of it. They’d find me leaning back against the shelf in the middle of the aisle, tits spilling out of my dress, skirt bunched around my hips, thong pulled aside, bush out, trying not to moan in the religion section.

Oh… I was going to come so fast.

The thought barely had time to finish before the pressure started building. Quick. Too quick. Heat rushed up through me, overwhelming, and my knees weakened.

I slipped my fingers out, focusing completely on my clit.

And then it smacked into me quick after that. Like headlights around a blind corner. 

My skirt fell back down, and my hand flew over my mouth, blocking the noises coming from me.

Not a sound.

Do not make a sound, Shiori.

My legs trembled. My knees knocked together, and my eyes went wide as it kept rolling through me. But I didn’t stop. My other hand stayed busy, dragging out every last bit of euphoria like my clit hadn’t already gotten more than its share of pleasure today.

This was… 

So…

Great.

For a second, my muscles went weak and I almost dropped right there. I grabbed the shelf, fingers digging into the wood, and held myself up while my whole body shook. Between my thighs, I was a complete mess, so wet it was humiliating.

After what was easily an entire minute, I came down, dizzy, breathless, and way too aware of how bad this could have gone. I was honestly shocked no one had heard the moans I’d barely managed to smother behind my palm.

Footsteps.

Good job, Shiori. You jinxed it.

I moved so fast I almost slapped myself in the chest trying to shove my boobs back into my bra. Straps up. Neckline fixed. Skirt straight. I spun towards the shelf like I had been innocently browsing the whole time and grabbed the first book my hand landed on.

Of course.

Finding God in a Distracted World.

Again.

A guy stopped at the end of the aisle, staring.

Look away. 

Please look away.

I opened the book to a random page and stared at it, deeply invested in spiritual discipline.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

I turned towards him. Slow. Painfully slow. Somewhere a hinge should’ve creaked. Haunted doll vibes. 

“Uh… yeah. Why?” I asked, my voice jumping about three octaves higher than normal.

His gaze flicked away from my face, then back, then away. “You’re very pretty—I mean red.”

I blinked as his attention dipped for a brief moment.

The guy’s face went redder than mine—probably—before he turned and walked away. Total fast walk, too.

Huh.

I had been two seconds from dying of embarrassment, but that interaction was so awkward it knocked that feeling right out of me.

Then I glanced down and saw what had flustered him.

Half of my left areola was out.

Uhhhh. 

So he had absolutely seen that.

Whatever.

So many people had already seen them online that freaking out over one awkward guy felt kind of ridiculous. Besides, he didn’t look familiar. If I was lucky, that meant he wasn’t in any of my classes, and I could simply pretend he had never existed.

I looked down at the book in my hand.

Oh no.

There was a wet smear on the cover… from my fingers.

I wiped it quickly against my dress and froze.

Now I couldn’t just put it back after that. I had standards. Weird standards. Flexible standards. But I wasn’t returning a damp library book to the shelf like some kind of monster. Since I had already defiled the sanctuary of literature, the least I could do was check the book out, take it back to my room, and sanitize it. 

Luckily, the library had self-checkout kiosks near the front desk, and that meant I could avoid making eye contact with another human being.

I scanned my student ID and tried to look calm. Someone who had come to the library for knowledge, and definitely not a girl who had just orgasmed over the idea of people seeing her do it.

The machine beeped, and the book scanned.

A student librarian walked by and stopped. “You’re a little red,” she said, eyeing me. “Are you okay? Don’t pass out on me.”

I held up the book because my mouth wanted to say unnecessary things. “Sometimes when I read the Lord’s words, I get overwhelmed by a—spiritual warmth.”

There was a pause. A very bad pause.

She nodded. “I’m an atheist, so I wouldn’t know.”

“That’s… nice,” I said, which seemed like it belonged in a different conversation.

I took my receipt, tucked the book against my chest, and nearly jogged towards the doors.

Halfway there, I looked down at the cover. “I hate you.”

The book, being a book, did not apologize.

I was going to post those pictures, log out of life for the rest of the night, and stare at the wall until my brain stopped replaying that conversation in high definition.

That interaction had been far worse than the nipple slip.

The rain came down hard against the windows and every so often the sky cracked open with a low roll of thunder that seemed to settle in the walls. We were warm under the sheets, lit only by the faint glow from the hallway. She had fallen half-asleep against me, her back curved into my chest, one of my arms tucked under her pillow and the other resting across her waist.

She wore only a thin satin shift that had ridden up during the night. Nothing underneath. I could feel the soft heat of her skin wherever the fabric had shifted.

My body had already started reacting to hers. It always did when we lay like this, close and quiet. I kept my movements small. My hand drifted slowly over the curve of her hip, up the side of her ribs, then back down again. The satin was cool under my palm, skin warm. I pressed a kiss to the back of her shoulder, then higher, to the side of her neck.

“Still awake?” I murmured.

She made a soft sound that might have been a yes. Her hand found mine and laced our fingers together for a moment before letting go.

I kept touching her. Light strokes along her stomach, the outside of her thigh, the place where the satin had bunched near her hip. Each time the thunder rolled she seemed to press back into me a little more. I kissed the soft skin just below her ear and felt her breathe out slowly.

Eventually my hand slipped lower. I rested it between her thighs first, just holding her, feeling the warmth of her through the thin barrier of fabric. When she didn’t stop me I eased it higher and let my fingers find bare skin. I moved slowly, learning her all over again the way I always seemed to need to.

“That’s nice,” she whispered, voice thick with sleep.

My fingers teased her, finding her slick with and needy. I rubbed gentle circles over her clit, keeping the pressure light. She shifted her hips in a small, restless way that made me, already hard, slide against the back of her thighs. I pressed closer, letting her feel me, and she answered by pushing back just enough.

We stayed like that for a long time. My fingers worked her in slow, steady circles while I kissed her neck and the edge of her jaw. Every so often I would stop and simply hold her, palm cupped over her, feeling the heat of her against my hand. She made quiet little sounds that stayed low in her throat, never quite becoming full moans.

When I finally guided myself between her thighs she was ready. I eased in slowly, one careful inch at a time, until I was fully inside her. She shuddered and turned her face into the pillow, a soft broken sound muffled by the fabric. I held still, buried deep, and stroked her hair away from her face.

“I’ve got you,” I whispered. “Just like this.”

I began to move. Slow rolls of my hips, never pulling out more than halfway before sliding back in. My hand stayed on her hip, steadying her, guiding the rhythm. Sometimes I would sink in as deep as I could go and simply stay there, kissing the side of her neck, murmuring nonsense against her skin. Sweet dreams. You’re so warm. Stay with me.

She reached down after a while and guided my hand back between her legs. I took over, rubbing her clit in time with the slow thrusts. Her breathing changed. The quiet sounds she made grew a little sharper. I kept everything unhurried, matching the heavy rain outside and the distant thunder.

When she came it was with a long, trembling sigh, her body tightening around me in soft waves. I followed soon after, like a roll of thunder, pressing deep and holding her tightly as I filled her. I stayed inside, still half-hard, arms wrapped around her, face buried in her hair.

The storm kept going. Neither of us moved to clean up or shift apart. I felt her breathing slow again, evening out against the pillow. My own eyes grew heavy. I kissed the back of her shoulder one last time and let myself drift, still joined with her under the warm sheets as the rain continued to fall.

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My buddy Matteo was one of those rare guys who didn’t drop off the face of the earth once he got a girlfriend, but he did change once he found Lena. In all the usual ways at first, but eventually I noticed a different shift in his behaviour. He stopped getting offended when the boys made jokes at his expense for falling into yet another relationship so soon. He joined in on the more suggestive jokes about Lena, that slim redheaded beauty. Encouraged them, even. I just took it to mean that he was comfortable and happier than he’d been before. Honestly, I admired his newfound confidence, even if that didn’t stop me joining in on the banter.

One day I was drinking a few beers at Matteo’s place, watching the game with increasingly less idea of what was going on in it. After an hour or so Lena joined us, curling her legs up underneath her and perching on the sofa like a cat. 

In my experience she wasn’t a very loud woman, content to watch and listen to conversations rather than have her voice heard when things got rowdy or excited. But that wasn’t to say she was meek or shy. She could devastate any of us with a few words, or turn the conversation to another topic or tone effortlessly. Not shy, but reserved. Observant and intelligent and funny. I could see why Matteo was head over heels for her. 

Lena sipped her bottle while Matteo and I churned through the rest of the box with that leisurely pace one finds on a Saturday afternoon with nothing else to do. The game Matteo had invited me over to watch finished, and after some analytical chatter the channel jumped straight into the middle of a women’s basketball game. It wasn’t something we had any familiarity with, but we did in fact have nothing else to do.

When I spotted a tall guard with auburn hair tied back into a short ponytail, I pointed at the screen like a drunken Leonardo di Caprio and exclaimed, “Look, iss you!”

Not my most eloquent work.

The player didn’t really look like Lena, who was slender and angular where this woman was curvaceous and strong. But logic never stopped idiots who’d drank a case of beer before 6pm! And in my defence they were both attractive redheads. We started exclusively following the other ‘Lena’, urging the players to pass the ball to her and cheering for every single thing she did. 

Cheering until she committed a particularly flagrant foul on her opposite number. I started gasping like a grandma startled by unexpected blasphemy. 

“Oh wooooow. Lena is a dirty player?! She’s been tricking us this whole time!”

“Yeah, it looks like it doesn't it,” Matteo agreed solemnly. “I always knew. She’s kind of a bad boy, actually. That’s what they call her:  the bad boy of basketball. Famous for it.”

And instead of rolling her eyes or giving one of her witty retorts, Lena pouted at us both.

“I’m not a bad boy!”

And that was it. No jokes, no explanation, no elaboration. Weirdly that seemed to have struck a nerve, though she didn’t look angry per se. She looked indignant, and that quickly turned to embarrassment as the moment stretched out.

“Okay… I’m sure we didn’t mean-”

“So what are you then?” Matteo cut across me, staring intently at his now blushing girlfriend. Her gaze flickered between us, me on the other sofa and Matteo sitting next to her. She swallowed, but spoke clearly.

“I’m a good girl.”

Her tone was intimate, almost sultry. What made it all very confusing was how both of them turned to look at me after she said it. Matteo smiling and proud, and Lena searching for my reaction. I had no idea what they expected from me, but I definitely perked up. The alcohol suddenly didn't seem so heavy on my thoughts.

I laughed a little nervously and complimented her, assuring her that I didn’t doubt it. But from then on that title became the focus of the conversation. Every mistake from a player onscreen got a comment about her not being a good girl. Every word Lena spoke was judged against her claim. When she offered to go find us some more drinks Matteo told her “You would if you were a good girl.”

The atmosphere in the room was somewhere between erotic and deeply unsettling. At first I didn’t know what to do, or how I was supposed to react to it all. But my role became apparent quite quickly. Matteo would ask my opinion on his statements about the players, and about his girlfriend. He encouraged me to provoke her, and laughed when I did so. He didn’t want me to leave so they could have some afternoon delight, he wanted me to keep going. So did Lena. Her facial expressions were much less scrutable than my buddy’s but her body language told me all I needed to know. She liked this teasing, this public teasing and the role she was now playing. So did Matteo. And so did I. Flirting with your friend’s girl always had a cheeky air of taboo danger to it, even when things were pretty tame. Flirting with her in front of him, while he eggs you on, now that’s a rare vintage. And I was hooked.

After I made a few dramatically sceptical comments about Lena’s stamina, and how lying about it wasn’t something a good girl would do, she finally snapped. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. You have no idea.”

“Well, prove it.”

That brought things to a screeching halt. Or so I thought. They both froze, and looked at each other, and Lena whispered something to her boyfriend that I couldn’t quite catch. I thought I’d pushed things too far.

“Fine. I will.”

I felt my pants grow tight. It felt too real, too strange, but oh so tempting. Matteo opened his mouth slightly, but he didn't say anything. Their staring threw me off. I didn’t want to ruin whatever freaky shit was happening.

“Um, how about a bet, on the game. Your team against mine. If you lose then you have to prove you are what you say you are.”

Lena pursed her lips and thought for a moment. We all looked at the game. There were another 2 quarters left, with a 17 point difference between the two teams. 

“Okay, that’s fun. A little wager on-”

Now Matteo interrupted her. His voice was thick and throaty.

“If you were a good girl you’d do it now.”

Time stood still again. Lena reached over and squeezed his arm.

“Now? …Okay.” She nodded, her face and neck starting to turn crimson. “What should I do?”

“Whatever you want, baby. What we talked about the other night?”

“Oh. Fuck. Yeah, okay. If you’re sure.”

They shared something intense and exciting in their deep eye contact. And then they shared a passionate kiss. And then they turned to me.

Feeling like I was in some incredible dream I stared back at them. My mouth opened, but the words didn’t come out. I didn’t want to say anything to make this dream come to an end. With one hand tugging on her arm Matteo guided Lena off the sofa and onto the floor. She started crawling towards me, slowly.

“She’s gonna suck your cock now.”

I suppose that was his way of getting my consent. Warning me. As well as making all three of us shiver in anticipation.

The distance between us was short, but it felt like she was crawling in slow motion. Lena stared at me hungrily the entire time. Her ass swayed hypnotically.

Her hands were trembling as she slid her hands over my thighs and up to my waist, but that was the only crack in her portrayal of complete subservience. She popped my buttons and unzipped me. I lifted up and she tugged at the denim. Enough for what needed to be done. 

I remembered to breathe, and shot a quick glance over at Matteo, in disbelief that he wouldn't be mad, or about to laugh at how carried away I’d gotten over their practical joke. But he only had a lopsided grin for me, and wide eyes fixated on the back of his girlfriend's head.

Lena brushed her palms over the bulge she’d uncovered, working up the nerve to reach inside my boxers. When she did we both moaned at the same time, her even louder than me for some reason. My cock pulsed uncontrollably in her grip. She licked her lips. 

When she pulled my cock out of the front of my underwear the first thing she did was slap it against her cheek. I blinked in surprise. She moaned like a pornstar. It wasn’t what I expected from her. I hadn’t exactly fantasised about this scenario in great detail, but I wouldn’t have expected this behaviour from her in a million years. I guess appearances are deceiving.

After smacking herself with my cock she kissed the tip and stroked slowly up and down my length. Peppering me with soft kisses and tentative licks. She looked up at me, the auburn hair framing her delicate features contrasted with the veiny cock in her hands and mouth. My veiny cock, my best friend’s girlfriend’s delicate features. Fuck!

I finally understood what she was silently asking for.

“Do it,” I ordered.

Without hesitation she half swallowed my cock in one smooth movement, not breaking eye contact for a second. I groaned and threw my head backwards. Wet warmth enveloped my dick. I practically saw stars when she swiped her tongue underneath the mushroom head. She was good at this. So good she must have had a hell of a lot of practice.

When I said “Deeper. All of it.” she obeyed without question, again. This pretty girl had a secret weakness. It turns out she would do everything you said, no matter what it was. I was overcome with lust at the revelation. How far could I go? What line would Lena not cross? What would Matteo simply sit and watch me do to his girl?

Lena didn’t complain as she started to gag. She didn’t stop when her eyes started watering. The only break in her composure was her quiet mutters and sloppy gasps when she came back up for air. She bobbed her head up and down quickly before she forced my hard cock into her throat. Each time she did it was with the obvious intention of taking the whole thing inside her. She wasn’t working up to it, and she wasn’t keeping a steady pace. It was all or nothing.

Of course Matteo knew her secret too, and he had a suggestion for me.

“Pull her hair.” 

His shorts were down by his ankles and he was jerking off openly. Openly, as if this wasn’t his apartment, or his girlfriend, or his idea! My best buddy had a thick cock. That wasn’t something I thought I’d be learning today. Nor was exactly where his girlfriend’s gag reflex was. But we roll with the punches, I guess. We live and we learn.

Lena’s sun-kissed hair was the key to making her completely feral. Once I took a fistful of it she surrendered all control to me, while still practically throwing herself facefirst into my stomach when I pulled her towards me. The lewd noises of her throat and mouth became louder and sloppier. I bucked my hips up and fucked her pretty face without remorse. The way she had submitted so totally, and just on the whims of us two men, leant me a shamefully misogynistic urgency. She offered herself as a warm throat to be fucked, a toy to be used, a girlfriend to be passed around to anyone. I was going to give her exactly what she’d signed up for.

Alcohol dimmed my sensitivity, but I was still so turned on by this crazy situation. And the velvety embrace of Lena’s mouth and throat was too stimulating to ignore for long. I gripped her hair tightly and made her choke on my cock. She was tight and sloppy and compliant. And I used everything she gave me, which was complete control. My balls tightened and tingled in that familiar way. I didn’t warn her or say anything. I just grunted and unleashed it all into her helpless mouth.

I held on to her hair as my hips thrust towards her, completely uncontrollably. It must have been painful for her, though that wasn’t my intention. I had to fill her up, and there was no consideration for her at all. Maybe I knew that she could take it, maybe I didn’t care. I honestly have no idea. But I do know that she clamped her lips around the base of my cock and rode out the bumpy ride without spilling a drop. 

When the last molten pulse left me, I collapsed back into the sofa, exhausted. For the moment my soul had well and truly left me. I had given it all to my friend’s girl.

I think if it had just been the two of us, Lena would have stayed where she was and done whatever else I wanted. Maybe she would have asked for something in return. Maybe she would have begged me to go down on her in return. Maybe she would have sat back patiently and waited for instruction. Maybe she would have climbed up and cuddled me lovingly. Maybe she would have whimpered and laid her head on the floor, sticking her ass up in the air and waited for me to mount her like an animal. I have no idea, truly. The potential for anything was there, wafting around us like smoke. But it wasn’t just the two of us. 

“Come here, slut. Now.” Matteo spat, as if he was barking orders to a dog. Lena of course turned away from me and quickly crawled back over to him, but not before she’d flashed her open mouth to me, proving that she'd swallowed it all. 

I whispered “Good girl,” to her backside, feeling weak and lightheaded.

When she reached him, Matteo stood up and rammed his prick into her mouth. She propped herself up, palms wrapped around his legs for stability, ready for another facefucking. Maybe it was my ridiculous male ego, maybe it was shame and concern, but I thought that he treated her less harshly than I had. I didn’t know if that was a good thing or not. He was on the edge though, having watched us, and it was only a handful of heartbeats before his face contorted and his knees buckled and he was adding his own sticky load to the back of her throat. He teetered and swayed as he came, and I was worried that he would collapse on top of her. I wasn’t worried that he might choke her or be forcing her to do something she didn’t want, only that he might fall and hurt her by accident. I knew what she was now. 

He sat back down heavily, not bothering to tuck his slick member away again. He grinned at me with a slightly manic look on his face before letting his head roll back onto the sofa cushions. His eyes closed and he breathed deeply, recovering and succumbing to the heavy pull of alcohol and post-ejaculation weariness that I too was struggling against. 

Once more possibilities raced through my brain and spread out before me in every direction. I looked at Lena with awe and lust, and she looked back at me with… something. She didn’t say anything, or do anything suggestive. But we both knew. 

I think that’s what put the willies up me, and made me panic. The fear that both of us knew that a door had been opened that couldn't be shut. We both knew I was attracted to her. We both knew I had permission to do whatever I wanted. I was a little drunk and I knew it. I was scared of what I might do, and how aware I would be of doing it. There wasn’t much to stop me. I wasn’t sure I could look them both in the eye again if I did what Lena and I both wanted me to do. And some gentlemanly decorum in there too; if a man lets his girlfriend suck you off while he watches, it would be rude to fuck her senseless while he was napping. Part of the price is that he gets to watch. And I didn’t want to come across as a boorish guest!

So I zipped myself up, got to my feet, and announced that it was late and that I had to be getting back before it got too dark. Matteo opened an eye to watch me go, but just mumbled blearily in response. I smiled in disbelief at him. Though he’d always been a lightweight, I’d never imagined he would go from cuckold to tired host so suddenly. Lena followed me out of the room to the front door, courteous but visibly disappointed. 

Before I opened the door I turned to her, pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, and told her exactly what I was thinking.

“That was incredible. I get it now. I know exactly what a good girl you can be.”

“Not exactly. Not yet you don’t.”

Unable to bear it another second, I grabbed at her, shoving one hand flat against her belly and then pushing downwards, underneath her leggings. Brushing over coarse, prickly hair, I slipped two fingers against her wetness. She gasped and leaned towards me, urging me without words to take what I wanted. It took every last shred of willpower I had to not finger her until she was a mewling, drooling wreck on the doormat. Pulling back, I made her watch me put my fingers to my mouth and taste her sharp-sweet flavour. 

Before I could make the promise, she offered it.

“Will you come back next week? I’m sure there’s plenty of other games for us to watch. To watch and to play.”

“Oh, I can come next week too. That sounds perfect.”

And without even mentioning Matteo, we shared a smile of understanding. I stepped out into the night, already planning what we three could get up to next time.

When I was in college, I spent a semester in Costa Rica. I lived in a homestay with another girl named Sam. We seemed to be the only people with boyfriends back home, so we gravitated toward each other. Unfortunately for me, Ian was staying directly across the street. He was a cute guy with medium length, curly hair and a quiet, thoughtful vibe.

Each weekend we took the bus to the coast. I’d stick by Sam, but somewhere on every trip, I’d end up alone with Ian. Just talking. I developed a massive crush on him, but kept telling myself I had a boyfriend. 

Two-thirds of the way through the semester, Sam, Ian, and I planned a weekend to Nicaragua. I was surprised Sam agreed to go on a trip with just me and Ian. They got along, but she had already warned me that I was too careless around him. She watched him with a silent, protective skepticism whenever he went off with me. 

A little over a week before the trip, Sam's boyfriend broke up with her. Sam was devastated. I assumed we would cancel. If she backed out, I couldn’t go. The sheer panic and desire of being alone with Ian without a buffer for an entire weekend overwhelmed me. 

But at the last minute, Sam rallied, desperate for a distraction. 

By the second night in Nicaragua, we were exhausted. The night before, we’d packed into a small, windowless club, the heat pressing in as Sam danced aggressively between Ian and me, and we’d spent all of today exploring the city and the coast. Now we just lingered in the hotel room. 

Ian sat shirtless on the edge of his bed. I tried to keep my gaze fixed on the ceiling fan, but my eyes kept drifting down his chest. He wasn’t a gym rat or meat head, but he had this dense tension of a climber. I’d caught myself on beach trips resisting the urge to reach out and touch his shoulders, instead imagining the feeling of his muscles underneath. 

Sam and I sprawled across the other mattress in damp t-shirts and shorts. Conversation had fragmented, and we’d lapsed into the contented silence of people who were totally comfortable with each other. To avoid looking at Ian, I flipped over and lay flat on my stomach. 

 “Are you guys sore?” I mumbled into the pillow. “My back is a giant knot.” 

I honestly didn’t mean anything by it. It was a throw away complaint. 

“Ian,” Sam said into the quiet.  “You should massage Kat’s back.”  

I lifted my head, surprised that Sam was telling Ian to touch me. She wasn’t looking at me; her eyes were locked on Ian, waiting for his reaction. 

“Seriously, do you need a back massage, Kat?” he asked in such an earnest way I melted a little. 

“No, I’m fine.” 

“Kat,” Sam interrupted, her tone flat and directive. “Let him do it. It’ll help.” 

I shot her a sharp, questioning glare, but she just offered an innocent smile. 

“I will,” Ian said. “If you want me to.”

I did. I wanted the friction of those hands rubbing my back. But I was the only one in this room tethered to a boyfriend back home. The thought of him touching me felt too dangerous. 

“Okay,” I breathed into the pillow. “If you don’t mind.” 

The mattress dipped as Ian climbed on. We shifted—Sam moving to my left, Ian settling on my right. His hands landed softly on my lower back. He worked his thumbs up my spine, tracing the muscles until his fingers hit the clasp of my bra, then retreated downward until stopping right above the waistband of my shorts.

“Where do you want me to focus?” he asked. 

I tapped my upper shoulders, and he shifted his weight to apply pressure there. 

Sam sat up. “You can’t give a massage over a shirt. It's terrible.” 

Before I could argue, she grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and yanked upward. I found myself shifting, raising my chest so the shirt slid up above my bra. She didn’t pull the t-shirt over my head, just bunched the cotton toward my neck. Then her fingers brushed my spine, and with a quick flick, she unhooked my bra. The sudden release of tension, and knowing my bare back was exposed to Ian, forced me to take a deep inhale to compose myself. My chest was pressed into the bed; I rationalized that Ian couldn’t see anything but my back. 

Ian’s hands returned to my now bare back. He wasn’t aggressive enough to actually work out the knots, but the careful fiction of his palms against my skin left me completely engrossed.

After a minute, Sam’s fingers joined his. She slid her fingers up the base of my neck, into my hair, her nails scraping gently in slow, deliberate circles across my scalp. 

I’d been holding it together, telling myself this was just a massage, that the pooling heat in me was innocent, but the dual sensation of Ian’s palms feeling each one of my ribs while Sam’s nails wove into my hair risked overwhelming any restraint I had. Deprived of any physical intimacy for three months, the sudden onslaught of touch shot down to my groin, causing me to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from making a sound. 

I forced my breathing into long, controlled inhales and exhales, trying to just absorb the feelings without tipping over the edge. 

Just when my control seemed to be returning, Sam spoke. “I’d like a turn, when you’re done.” 

I’d been dangerously close to an edge I couldn’t cross. It felt like a good time to get out of the situation. My bra was still unhooked, the straps tangled under my arms. Keeping my chest against the mattress, I slid the straps down, pulling the lace free, and tossed it toward my suitcase. I yanked my shirt down below my tits before pushing myself upright. 

“Feel better?” Sam asked. 

“Yeah. Thank you.”

“My turn,” she said.  

Sam crossed her arms, and without hesitating, grabbed the hem of her shirt and pulled it over her head. She sat there in a plain black bra and paused for a beat while Ian took her in. Sam and I had changed in front of each other countless times, but she had always maintained a rigid boundary around Ian. 

She rolled onto her stomach and reached back, unclipping her bra, then threw it casually off the edge of the bed. Her entire torso lay bare, the edges of her breasts visible where they pressed into the bedding.

Ian looked down at her bare back, then shot a glance at me, as though I’d caught him in a trap. 

I let out a sudden laugh at his uncertainty. 

“What’s wrong?” Sam asked. 

“Nothing,” I managed. “Ian is just being a dork.” 

“Is he being weird?” 

“No, he’s just being cute.” 

Sam groaned at me as a deep, embarrassed flush crept up Ian’s neck. 

I gave him a small nod, trying to reassure him it was okay to touch her. He slowly lowered his hands to her back, his thumbs pressing into her shoulders, circling her shoulder blades for a minute as I watched. 

“Anything specific you want?” 

Instead of just pointing, Sam lifted herself on one arm, entirely exposing the profile of her bare breast as she twisted to indicate a spot on her lower back. 

I would have rolled my eyes at her lack of subtext, but was too busy watching Ian take in that glimpse of her tits. 

As she settled back, Ian moved his hands to her lower back. Every so often, his eyes would dart up to meet mine, silently checking my reaction to the display. Each time, I’d break away from his stare after only a fraction of a second before my eyes drifted back down, unable to stop watching his fingers dig into the skin just inches above her ass. 

I snuck a glance back up. He’d been watching my face, but now his eyes were fixed on my chest. Since I’d tossed off my bra, my nipples pressed hard against my thin cotton shirt. Sam’s teasing and the massage hadn’t calmed me down at all, and now my nipples were hard nubs. Ian had snuck glances at my chest before, but he had never lingered like this. 

I slid closer to Sam and ran my fingers up her back. I didn’t try to massage her; I just traced my fingers over her skin, sliding them down her side and then back up her spine. Each time, I got a little bolder, pushing the boundary to see where she’d stop me. On my fourth pass, my fingers traced so far down her side that they brushed the curve of her breast. Rather than stopping me, she shifted slightly so she was barely leaning toward me, giving my fingers better access. 

“Ian, will you massage my legs? Right here.” Sam pointed down at her hamstrings right below the cut of her shorts. 

Ian shifted lower, his fingers working through her hamstrings, each time stopping just after slipping into her shorts. Sam shifted, widening her legs. 

Her intentions were suddenly glaringly obvious. If I reached down and took her breast in my hand, I doubted there would be any resistance. If I pulled her head up by the hair and kissed her, she would lean into it. If Ian slid his fingers up and slowly worked them into her pussy, Sam would not just allow, but encourage him to keep going. 

I sat there tracing my fingers across her body, paralyzed. There was no way I could have a threesome with Sam and Ian. But it was clear Sam wanted Ian tonight. She knew I wanted him, but I had a boyfriend so I told myself he was fair game. I rubbed her along her ribs trying to consider if it was better or worse that she was doing it right in front of me.

I forced my breathing to level. I told myself I would just watch and see how far they went, then leave before anything happened. I’d wander the streets of an unknown third-world city until they finished. 

And as if on cue, Sam twisted around once again, this time shifting onto her side so her tits were fully exposed. She half pretended to cover herself with her hands, but managed to cover neither breast. 

“My glutes are really tight. Ian, can you massage them?” She pointed right at her ass. 

My fingers were on their downswing when she sat up. I brought them down lower and ran them down the side of her chest, then down her stomach. Before she settled back down, she looked up at me and gave me a small, shy smile, like she was somehow embarrassed about what she was doing. 

A part of me wanted to yell at her, to demand why she needed to fuck Ian when she could have any guy. But I repeated my mantra. Ian was single. It wasn’t fair for him to sit there flirting with me all semester, denying himself any enjoyment. 

Sam’s hand came up from her side, and she slid it into my lap. The hot fingers traced up my inner thigh and then stopped just below my shorts. I looked down at her, but she’d buried her face in the pillow as she moved her fingers in slow circles up my thigh. I fought the urge to press my groin deeper into her fingers. 

I needed to leave. Before it was too late.

Ian’s hands went to her ass. He worked them in, and this time was less shy about what and where he touched. He took her right asscheek between his hands and rubbed it over the fabric of her shorts. Watching his hands, watching him work her ass, a heavy throb settled between my thighs; I wasn’t sure, but if his hands grabbed my asscheek like that, I might cum in front of them both. 

When I looked up from his hands, his eyes were on me. He was no longer hiding his glances; he’d flick between watching my face and staring down at my chest. The urge to be bold nearly overwhelmed my senses. I could just lift my shirt off and let him see everything, let him truly see my small tits without needing to steal looks or study the outline, but crossing that line meant a fucking threesome and destroying my life. 

Ian took that moment to reach into his shorts. He could have adjusted himself with a subtle shift, but his hand sank deep past his waistband. The rigid outline of his erection pressed upward against the fabric as he gave me an embarrassed smile, a silent apology for being turned on while I was considering whether I’d cum if he touched me. 

He went back to work on Sam’s ass while my fingers explored more of her. Sam shifted slightly so her shoulder closest to me was lifted off the bed. It wasn’t the most natural position for her, an angle I assumed designed specifically to give me access to her chest. To test, I slid my fingers down her shoulder until I felt the soft outline of her breast. Rather than continuing the movement down her side, my fingers cupped the weight of her tit for a moment. Sam let out a small gasp and her nails dug into my thigh, pressing upwards toward my panty line. 

I only paused for a moment, then kept my fingers moving, continuing their circular path. 

“Ian, it's kind of uncomfortable when you rub over my shorts. Is it weird if you just slip your hands under?”

Ian hesitated, his hands freezing while squeezing her asscheek.

At this latest boldness, a jealous anger threatened to consume me, warring with the heat I knew Sam was inches from pressing her fingers into. I was furious that she was doing this right in front of me, angry that she was able to so blatantly get away with this and I wasn’t. Even if Ian was free, did she have to make me a witness to it?

I wanted to slap her ass or hurt her in some way. Instead, the desire won out; I decided to steer directly into this disaster. 

“No, Sam,” I said. “It's not weird to have Ian massage your glutes under your shorts. Go ahead, Ian.” 

He looked at me in disbelief, searching my face to see if I was being serious. 

“Go ahead,” I said, looking directly at him. 

His fingers slipped into the bottom of Sam’s shorts, and she immediately shifted so her legs were fully spread, opening her pussy to him.

His fingers went back to her glutes, though, ignoring the invitation as he worked his thumbs deeply into the muscle.  

I watched, my breath shallow as he kneaded the flesh of her ass. 

Sam raised her hips slightly, chasing his touch, and I saw the exact moment his hand slipped low enough that he found her pussy. Sam tensed and pressed her chest down into the bed for a moment. Her fingers dug into my thigh enough that it would have been painful if I wasn’t so aroused. She lay there while Ian’s fingers moved up and down her slit. 

After a minute, Sam leaned up, grabbing my shoulder and pulling me down so her lips were pressed into my ear. 

“I want to fuck Ian,” she said in barely a whisper. I didn’t think Ian could hear, but I also didn’t see how he could expect anything else. 

I didn’t whisper back.

“I think you’ve made that pretty obvious.”

She whispered back, “Are you okay with that?”

“You can if you want,” I said. “I don’t think there is any stopping you at this point.” 

She held herself there, with her mouth against my ear for a moment, weighing the risk, sensing the acid in my tone. Her breath was hot against my ear. I could see Ian watching us, his fingers obviously penetrating Sam’s pussy under her shorts right in front of me. 

Then her tongue darted out and licked deep into my ear. I’d told Sam about that specific weakness of mine back when we were first getting to know each other. I groaned, then broke away from her mouth. 

I reached down and slapped her ass hard. I’d meant it to hurt. I wanted to feel a little resistance. She let out a moan though like she enjoyed that far too much, then rolled over onto her back. She wrapped her legs around Ian’s torso. 

“You can take off my shorts. For better access.” 

“I should leave,” I said. I made it as a statement, allowing no room for them to draw me further into this mess. 

The statement lingered as Ian watched me. I rose to my knees, preparing to move off the bed. I wasn’t sure where I would go. If we were in our homestay, I would have gone to my room. If we were in some Costa Rican beach town, I would have wandered the streets. But I didn’t want to go out into this unknown city at night alone. 

I decided I would walk out the door. I would sit on the step right outside and wait for them to finish. Perhaps I would even be able to hear it. I might be able to torture myself a little more listening to Ian grunting as he fucked Sam rather than me. 

I shifted slightly, but didn’t immediately move, taking in one last look at him staring at me. 

Right as I started to move, Sam reached up and grabbed my hair, pulling me back down to her. 

“You should stay,” Sam said. “I don’t want you wandering the streets alone.”

I didn’t believe her. I might have objected, questioning if she truly cared about me wandering the streets when I suspected my exit would simply deprive her of her audience at her moment of triumph, but before I could say anything, she pulled me into a deep kiss. Her tongue pressing into my mouth. 

The idea of kissing Sam wasn’t entirely new. I'd even spoken with my boyfriend about it. He’d always told me to go for it—the classic guy turned on by the concept of his girlfriend potentially being bi. I doubted this was what he had in mind though. 

I kissed her back until she let out a heavy moan against my lips. I broke away, my eyes catching Ian’s fingers as they slipped inside her. He brought his free hand up to work her clit. 

“Fuck, Kat. Fuck,” she moaned. 

I reached down and pinched her nipple, gripping it tightly, hoping to hurt her just a little. 

“Kat,” she whimpered, bringing her hand up to my fingers. Rather than pulling them away, she clamped her hand over mine, forcing me to pinch her harder than I had been willing to. 

I broke away, and Sam looked at me in sudden confusion, her eyes searching to see if this was finally the line she had crossed. 

Instead, I grabbed the pillows from the bed and piled them against the headboard. I slid backward, pressing my spine against the pillows, and pulled Sam up so her back pressed flush into my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, my fingers returning to her breasts. Ian followed us up the mattress and immediately slipped his fingers back into Sam’s pussy. 

Sam turned her head, and I pressed my lips against hers. Sam considered herself mostly straight. She’d had a threesome with her ex and another woman once; she’d described making out and eating her out as fun, but the real draw had been how much it turned her boyfriend on. 

Was all of this a show for Ian and nothing more? A performance only for him with no pleasure from my lips against hers, no heat radiating through her specifically from my fingers squeezing her nipple?

I brought my tongue down and licked her neck in a long arc before returning to the kiss, hoping just a small bit of this was about me. 

We kept kissing as Ian finger fucked Sam until she finally broke away from my mouth. 

“Ian,” Sam said. “Show us your cock. It better be good for how much Kat has wanted it all semester.” 

“Sam!” I hissed, genuinely upset that she would say that in front of him.

“You’ll get to see it in a moment,” she teased. “Even if you’ll just have to imagine what it's like buried in your pussy. I won’t, though; I won’t have to imagine a thing. Right, Ian?” 

She looked at Ian. He raised himself up, but didn’t make a move to pull his shorts down. It was like the moment finally caught up with him. His eyes darted to me, waiting for permission.  

I gave him the smallest of nods, my eyes dropping to the outline in his shorts. 

He pushed the fabric down, and his hard cock sprang free. He took it in his hand and gave the shaft a few slow strokes. 

It was good. It was so fucking good. I never considered myself particular about a penis. But Ian’s? At that moment I discovered I had an idealized penis I hadn’t even known I wanted. It was larger than my boyfriend’s, but manageable, not some pornstar monster. It looked exactly the size of my favorite dildo at home. 

“Ian, there are condoms in my toiletry bag,” Sam instructed. “Grab one and put it on.”

Ian stepped off the bed and walked into the bathroom.

“Did you plan this?” I asked Sam, knowing she didn’t have condoms with her by accident.  Rather than answering, she reached up and pulled me into another kiss. She grabbed my hand from her tit and dragged it down until my fingers hit that slick heat between her legs.

The anger spiked in my chest once again, the urge to ask if this entire trip was just a setup for her to fuck Ian. But when my fingers landed on her clit, I didn’t hesitate. I started rubbing small circles. 

Ian came back into the room, the latex stretched over his tight erection, and stood at the end of the bed. 

“Give me one of those pillows,” Sam said. 

She grabbed a pillow from behind me and shoved it under her lower back, tilting her pelvis up toward him.

This time, Ian didn’t hesitate. He didn’t wait for a nod from me. He crawled onto the bed and brought his cock directly to Sam’s entrance, rubbing the head up and down her wet slit. On the upstroke, his cock brushed my fingers still pressed into Sam’s clit. I pressed my mouth against Sam’s ear and groaned my frustration into her hair. 

Ian’s eyes locked onto me at the sound. He pressed his cock into Sam, but kept his gaze anchored on me as he penetrated her. He slid in an inch, then back out, working himself slowly in while I kept steady circles on her clit. 

“Oh god, you guys,” Sam mumbled. “It’s been too long.” 

Ian drove himself all the way to the base until his pelvis crashed against my fingers, forcing them harder against Sam’s clit. 

The desperate ache in my pussy demanded more. I wanted Sam to reach down and slide her fingers into my shorts. To finger me while she got fucked. But maybe Sam was also drawing a line. It was okay for me to be here, touching her, but if they touched me, it would cross into a threesome. Right now, it wasn’t a threesome; my best friend was getting fucked by my crush, while I just happened to be in the room. Nothing more. 

I slid my fingers down from Sam’s clit to her slick folds, where I could feel Ian’s cock sliding in and out of her. I held my hand steady, careful not to grip his shaft, letting the friction of each thrust rub against my skin.

Sam reached up, her fingers tangling into my hair to pull me back down into a bruising kiss. We made out in front of Ian, our tongues slipping together as his cock drove relentlessly past my fingers. 

After a few minutes, Sam’s breathing grew ragged, and I shifted my index finger back to her clit, applying slightly more pressure. She gripped the back of my head as she kissed me, her mouth muffling her cries against mine. I felt her muscles clamp down tight, her orgasm breaking across my fingers and shuddering down her spine to where her pelvic bone ground hard against my own desperate pussy. 

She came hard, breaking the kiss as she gasped for air, but held me close, breathing into my mouth. Ian slowed his thrusts, holding himself deep inside her as the spasms subsided. 

When her breathing leveled out, Sam turned to look over her shoulder at me, her eyes lingering for a long beat.  Then she looked up at Ian. “Are you close?”

“I can be.” He looked directly at me. “If you want me to finish.” 

“Take off the condom,” she ordered. “I want you to cum on my tits.” 

Ian pulled out and stripped off the condom. He stroked his slick shaft, his eyes burning into the two of us. Sam’s hand reached up, her fingers cupping his balls. 

He didn’t say anything or announce it, but his jaw tightened as he came. Thick ropes of cum exploded over Sam, splashing across her chest and hitting the base of her neck. A bit of cum, small enough that I wasn’t sure if either of them noticed, landed on my fingers and hand where I still gripped her tit. 

Sam let out a breathless laugh, pulled Ian down, and gave him a deep messy kiss before rolling off me and hurrying to the bathroom. Ian stayed in the bed, his chest heaving as he looked at me for a moment. The sudden absence of Sam’s body between us left me feeling completely exposed. 

“You should wash up,” I managed to say. 

He backed away slowly and followed Sam into the bathroom. When I was sure neither of them could see me, I lifted my fingers to my lips and tasted his cum. Just once. 

Part 1

Part 2

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Back and forth. Moving to the rhythm.

His eyes lingered on where my hips gyrated against his for a whole two seconds before a strangled groan escaped his lips. I knew that song all too well. The sound of him struggling to maintain composure was like my own personal dose of ecstasy. Knowing it was me that had elicited such a reaction from him? Hnnnnngggg.

I followed his stare and instantly felt the knot in my stomach tighten. There it was, a wet spot on his leg that matched perfectly with where my soaked panties had been grinding against. Shit.

I tentatively flicked my doe-eyed gaze up to his. Half-embarrassed from how quickly I’d gotten so worked up, half-aroused from witnessing just how my need affected him.

“Look at you,” he murmured. “Already starting to make a mess for me…”

My legs were still wrapped around his waist when he shifted his weight to better support me against the door. His fingertips began dancing along my inner thigh under my skirt, inching to the edge of my panties.

“You have the softest skin, you know that?” His voice barely registered. His fingers skimmed close. Painfully close. If he just nudged a little higher…

“A shame these thighs aren’t covered in bite marks. Simply unacceptable. We’ll have to fix that.” I felt my breath hitch on the last syllable of his sentence when his index finger brushed against the lace trim of my thong.

“Mmmh.” A high-pitched whimper fell before I could stop it. His knuckles barely grazed my skin when he slid my panties to the side. Cool air meeting my warmth instantly. I could feel the glistening mess trail behind as he shifted the fabric away from me. My thong was absolutely soaked. There was nothing left to hide the slick sheen that coated the outside of my lips. I was on complete display for him to drink in as he pleased.

But he didn’t stop there. No, no, that would be too easy. He continued without hesitation.

He swiped between my lips in one torturously slow gesture. My desire coating his fingers as he raised them up between us, mere inches from his face, while he watched it start to drip.

I can’t breathe. Am I breathing?

I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he opened his mouth and tasted me on his tongue. Savouring it like I’m his last meal.

Sweet christ. Not breathing. Definitely not breathing.

The look of satisfaction on his face, the corners of his mouth lifting into a wicked grin. It’s only now I realize I’ve been sitting here slack-jawed the entire time with his little taste-testing demonstration.

“What’s the matter, pretty girl, cat got your tongue?”

Okay, breathing again. I hate him. God I hate him. The things I would do to silence that tongue of his right now and wipe that smug look off his face. He’s insufferable. Is it normal to be this annoyed and turned on by someone at the same time? I hate how much I laugh at his stupid jokes and how I laugh even harder when I’m trying not to. But most of all I hate how I don’t hate it. Not even a little bit, not even at all. Now I know how Julia Stiles felt when she hated 10 things about you…

“Listen, I had a mild lapse in judgement. Just because there’s perhaps a chance that I may have missed you doesn’t mean—” His lips were on mine before I could finish.

His hand intertwined with my hair and pulling me deeper into the kiss. I was vaguely aware that he had started moving throughout the kiss when I felt the cool granite slide against the backs of my thighs. He’d brought us into the kitchen and plopped me down on the counter.

“Good lord. Do you ever stop talking?” he let out.

“Yeah. Sometimes I eat your leftovers. It’s impolite to talk with a full mouth.” I’m already going to suffer the consequences of this, may as well have a little fun.

“Sometimes certain men can make me stop talking too. The ones that can turn my brain off. You remember Jake, right? My old coworker? His hands were incredible. He could do it so easily.” Teasing him like this always gets him riled up. He’s too competitive for his own good.

“But you wouldn’t know what that’s like, would you? Poor guy…” I feign innocence with a pout and sigh. We both know I’m clearly lying. He’s well aware that he can turn my brain off. He practically has a master key for it.

His head cocks to the side with that same devious smirk. “Oh yeah?”

I lean forward in his space and drag my tongue up the side of his neck until I reach the corner of his jaw. Leaving little bites along the way as my breath fawns over a skidding pulse. I can see his knuckles strain as he grips the counter ledge on either side of my thighs. His composure hanging on by a single thread.

A smart and patient girl would know not to test the tension of such fine threads when she’s currently nestled in the devil’s embrace. Unfortunately, I am neither of those things at the moment.

With one more swirl of my tongue against his skin, I close the distance to his ear and whisper, “Yes.”

In an instant, his hands leave the countertop and rip my panties down my legs. He hikes my skirt above my hips and pushes my knees up and out until I’m spread before him, exposed once again. My squirming and half-assed attempt to stop him would’ve had more of a chance if he wasn’t so fucking quick.

Maybe he is a serial killer after all… just one that’s really good with his words. I should send him a crossword search after this.

“You think you’re clever, huh?” I open my mouth to respond, to which he uses as an opportunity to shove my own, soaked, lacy panties into. His hand quickly following to clamp shut on top.

“Trying to get a rise out of me when, last I checked—” he drags his free hand up my core with a chuckle, “—you’ve already made a mess of yourself, poor girl.”

My cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“My smart girl likes to run her mouth and pretend like she isn’t currently dripping for me.”

SMACK

His hand comes down on my pussy. Eliciting a muffled yelp from my panty-filled mouth.

“As if she isn’t soaking the counter as I speak.”

SMACK

This one harder. The sting lingering against my skin. Pain mixing with pleasure. I could feel my orgasm start to build.

“As if her cheeks aren’t flushed from the thought of how not-so-innocent she is with me.”

SMACK

The jolt surged through me. Bringing me another step closer to falling over the edge. I could feel my eyes start to well up. Not from the pain, he never truly caused me any harm. But from the helplessness of it all. How badly I wanted to let go. Let him have his way with me. Let the orgasm wash over me.

“Tell me, love. How was it? Was he good? Did he remind you of how beautiful those pretty blue eyes look when they’re wide with fear? Could Jake even make you cum?” He was taunting me now.

I braced for the shock of the next sting. My entire body tensing in anticipation. Instead, I felt the pads of his fingers gently settle against my clit. Drawing small circles while his eyes bore into mine with his head cocked to the side. He was soothing away the sting, but the crescendo of my orgasm was already nearing its peak.

“Was he better than me?”

A finger slid inside of me while his thumb teased my clit. Fuck.

“Did he get to listen to the melodic song of your sweet, sweet whimpers?”

I could feel his pace start to quicken. The addition of another finger easing its way into me as he made the come-hither motion. Pathetic sounds of how wet I was leaving echoes in the room around us.

“Better yet, did you dare let him have a taste of you?”

I was breaking. My whimpers escaped from behind his hand that clamped down on top of my mouth.

“Let him coat his beard with your scent?”

Tears started to spill down my flushed face. I was completely at his mercy as I sat exposed beneath him. The traces of my arousal coated my inner thighs and dripped down his fingers. Soaking the counter below me with a puddle of my embarrassment. But I was getting close, so close.

Just a little more and— fuck. Yes. God. I’m going to—

“Not yet.” He withdrew his hand.

NO

My body slumps against the cabinet at the loss of his touch. How empty I feel without his warmth. Frustrated tears now streaming after being denied. He removes the panties from my mouth and puts them in his back pocket.

“There should only be one name falling from those lips. So tell me, sweetheart. Who’s the one you come home to?”

He knows it’s him. Jake is sweet, I’ll admit. He’s asked me out a few times and we’ve gotten coffee, but I’ve never been into him that way. He’s just a friend.

“No response?”

He drops to his knees before me and slides two fingers inside once more. The ache returning instantly as I feel myself climbing again. This time I can feel his hot breath fawning over my core. I watch as he leans forward, beard brushing against my inner thigh, and flicks the tip of his tongue against my clit. Soft at first, as if he’s testing the waters.

Fuck. I think I’m going to pass out.

I let my head tip back to rest against the cabinet in an attempt to regain some composure. I can’t help but pull his head into me as I crave more. My body drawn back to who it beckons to, like a magnet. His tongue laps up every inch of me and devours any last piece of remaining sanity.

But just as I begin to ascend once more, he stops. A-fucking-gain.

“Let’s try once more, shall we? Who gets to have you like this, love?” he asks calmly. There’s a patience in his voice that I know won’t falter.

“Please…” is all I can manage to let out with an exasperated sigh.

“Sorry, say again? I couldn’t hear you.”

I’ve lost all ability to think straight. My mind? Gone. I’m covered in tears, sweat, and my own arousal just from his words and wicked touch.

“You do, alright? You do.” I resign.

He clicks his teeth in disapproval. “Words, baby. Let me hear you say it.”

The three of us are here for sex, no pretense, no "situation", just the three of us together to fuck, to fuck each other with everything we have, nothing held back, each of us wanting to be the implement of the other two's desires, a means for sexual exploration and as many orgasms as our bodies will allow.

We are all standing, and she, without hesitation, kisses me full on the mouth, devouring my tongue, standing to my side humping my leg. I can feel her hot pussy through her skirt and my pants leg as she pushes her juices through her panties and into my thigh.

You mount my other leg and do the same thing, except when she pulls her face from mine, you kiss her long and deeply less than an inch from my face; the combination of your perfumes tantalizes and intoxicates me.

My arms are wrapped around you both, feeling your hair and grabbing your asses as you slide your hand inside my shirt to twist my hard nipples and then unbutton my shirt from the inside.

All six of our nipples are hard; I can feel yours through your shirts, digging into my arms as you grind your bodies all over mine.

My shirt disappears and both of you unbuckle my belt and pants, and she pushes them to the floor while you kiss my face, neck, mouth, and bite hard on my exposed nipples. My cock is suddenly engulfed in the purest of pleasures as she swallows me and sucks hard.

Four soft hands glide across my body, feeling the firmness of my ass, exploring my chest while one mouth licks and sucks my cock and the other sucks my balls.

You and I decided that she needs to be naked, so we kiss her and pull her top over her head, with a wave of my hand, her red bra is undone and falling to the floor, leaving her soft white breasts exposed to our attention, each of us sucking one of her bright red nipples.

I push her skirt to the floor, and you pull her soaking wet panties away, exposing a smooth, hairless, moist pussy. There will be plenty of time to admire and adore her ass, but now is the time for total nudity, and you are still clothed.

We work on you removing one article of clothing at a time and lavishly bathing the newly exposed skin in our combined saliva, pussy juice, and pre-cum. And when you are finally naked too, we all go to bed.

We lay you on your back as I kiss your face and neck; she loves your breasts as she lingers there while her fingers expertly explore your feathery pussy lips.

I stop to watch her as you close your eyes, withdrawing your visual sense to concentrate on the sensations on your skin and inside your writhing body.

They say women know what to touch and I believe it as she nimbly teases, strokes, and explores your wet pussy with her dexterous fingers. You sigh and inhale deeply basking in the warmth of her soft lips on your breasts, belly, eyelids...

Whatever she touches with her hands, fingertips, or lips, her hard nipples set your skin on fire as blood pumps from your heart, raging blood deeply engorging your already hot and extended clitoris.

She grabs my hand and maneuvers my fingers inside you, teaching me a better way to finger fuck you, you respond with a joyous flow of your honey, and you mmmm a sweet and simple orgasm.

I place my fingers into your mouth, fucking your face with my pussy-wet fingers, and then share the flavor with another deep kiss.

You sigh and suddenly breathe in; her tongue has slid deep into your pussy, and now she is sucking on your hard, hot clit. You grab the top of her head and grind your pussy into her face; with each stroke you quicken, and your grunts become louder until you stop breathing and scream a second orgasm.

We rest for only a moment, then lay her on her back, and you mount her like a lover. Face to face, breast to breast, you kiss her deeply and fuck her with your erect, hard clit that protrudes from your wet, tight pussy.

My erection is stronger than before, and I slide in behind you and penetrate her wet pussy sandwiching you between us. You and I are both fucking her, two clits and a cock grinding together, our juices flowing. I hold your tits in my hand to feel your nipples become even harder as the two of you cum again and again.

"Eat Me," she whispers into your ear, and so you move your face down to her open and waiting pussy. The taste is unique and amazing, and you love the flavor as you lap and lick her throbbing clit.

You push your tongue deep into her, wanting to bring the pleasure to her that she gave you, when she runs her fingers through your full hair and pulls your face into her pussy, you know that you are about to be rewarded with a fresh flow.

Her orgasm is agonizingly long as she jerks and twitches and sings her pleasure to you, giving you a taste of the joy I have when you cum on my face.

I cannot resist your beautiful ass in the air like this, so I move my cock slowly into your tight, dripping wet pussy. Breathing hard you lay your cheek on her soft blonde mound, inhaling deeply her feminine perfume and feeling each individual skin cell of my hard cock as I slowly bow in and out of your wet sweet pussy.

You exhale with each stroke as she slides beneath you until you are again face-to-face; she licks her cum from your face, and you kiss deep.

Your thin tongues dancing inside each other's mouths, your nipples digging into her soft white tits. She deftly slides her hand between your thighs, pulls out my hard cock and again enters your wet pussy.

With all of your might, you try to hold the orgasm away, to keep it back, knowing that when you cum, your whole body will explode in ecstasy and also that the pleasure that you are feeling now will end.

Your body is racked in pleasure, and as I slide my cock into your mouth and start fucking it, you press your lips tight around my hard cock and suck it intensely. She presses your clit firmly into your hot pussy, and you cum, like a siren that starts low then ends in a screech of pleasure.

We all cum at the same time, all three of us, you are thrilled that you made her cum, as we all are with each other. My explosion rolls my eyes back into my head as your mouth tightens around me in your orgasm.

We fall onto the bed, entwined, touching, kissing, feeling, waiting for our strength to return.

Vic

Sunday Morning

Beth was a nervous wreck. She fired off text after text the night before and Beau had responded to exactly none of them. I was starting to get worried. I thought about the last things we had said to him the night before.

Give us some space.

Go make some new friends.

Beau was under deep hypnosis and highly suggestible at the time. Who could say how he would interpret that?

I found Beth sitting in the kitchen when I woke up. She was on her phone, calling into Beau’s voicemail over and over again.

“Any luck?” I asked, though I knew the answer from the way she was anxiously tugging on strands of her hair.

“This isn’t like him, Vic. Where the fuck is he? Why wouldn’t he at least fucking text me and let me know if he’s alive?”

“Hey, it’s gonna be ok. I’m sure he’s fine.”

“Don’t you dare say that he’s fine. You don’t know that. He’s never done anything like this before...”

Before I messed with his head, I thought. I felt the accusation she left unsaid. And I deserved it. Did I really know what I was doing when I started making my little adjustments to Beau’s mind? Clearly not.

What if I messed up Will’s hypnosis too?

“Have you seen Will this morning?” I asked. I couldn’t forget how I had left Will the night before, stumbling off to bed with a hypnotic compulsion to beat off to thoughts of me. Hopefully, he wasn’t up there still going at it. I really had no idea though. “I hope he’s not gone off the deep-end too.”

Beth shot me an angry look. “Will you give it a rest with my brother for, like, a day? I kinda need your help here.”

“Sorry. I’m just worried about him.”

“Will’s fine. Don’t worry about him.”

“Ok, yeah, yeah. Let’s go look for Beau. Where should we start?”

“You tell me, Vic.” Fuck, I felt so bad. I had fucked all this up and I was letting everyone down. I made a mental note to check in with Will later and see how he was doing.

“Let’s start with the places he always goes to, I guess. If we find him, I can fix this. I’ll put him back to how he was.”

“Can you really do that?”

“Yes, of course. It’s super easy.”

I hoped that was true.

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We ended up back at the gym. It was the most obvious place to look for Mr. Lunkhead himself. The Sunday morning crowd at the gym was only made up of the most devoted members. So mostly people that knew or recognized Beau. Beth and I were making the rounds asking everyone if they’d seen him, but we were striking out. No one had seen him since the night before.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out to check. The text was from Will. My heart leaped at the sight of his name.

Will: Hey, when will you be back?

I could barely wipe the stupid grin off my face. Even after all that I had put him through, that boy wanted me. BAD.

I texted back: Everything all right?

Gotta keep it cool. Play it nonchalant. Make him sweat it out.

Will: I wanted to talk to you.

Maybe I was crazy, but I could feel the desperation through the screen. I wondered if he was still touching himself to those pictures of me. Thinking about how badly he wanted to touch me. And how he couldn’t with the hypnotic block I had put him under.

Then I got a really naughty idea. There was one way to really make him sweat. One way to be a million percent sure he was touching himself.

I told Beth I’d catch up with her in a minute and made a beeline for the locker room.

There was no one else inside, so I picked one of the empty shower stalls and pulled the curtain closed. Then I got to work.

I pulled up my shirt and pulled the girls out of my bra. I snapped a couple pics. That wasn’t quite it. I squeezed my tits together. I’d caught Will with his wandering eyes on many occasions. He didn’t think I knew he was sneaking peeks, but I knew what he liked. And now I could use it against him. I blew him a kiss and snapped the pic. It was perfect, so I hit send before I could chicken out.

I tried to wait for him to respond but I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to hear him. I wanted to hear his gravelly voice as he tried to pretend he wasn’t stroking it at the sight of me.

“Hello?” He answered. He was trying to sound unaffected. He was really, really trying. And he was really, really failing.

“Heyyy,” I teased, “so what are you up to?”

Silence from Will. I wasn’t about to let him off that easily.

“Do you like the pic? You know, you don’t have to play coy. If you wanted more pictures, you could have just asked… I took a whole set last night, but you never asked for them so I take it the one was enough?”

“Victoria,” he breathed.

“Are you ok, Will? You’re breathing weird. You’re not over-exerting yourself, are you?”

“I just needed to see you, Victoria. I need to talk to you.”

“We’re talking now… What’s up?”

“In person.”

“Oh, wow, ok. It sounds like you have something really important to get off your chest. We should be back later, and then you can confess your undying love for me, OK Will?”

“It’s not…” He stumbled over his words. It was like music to my ears.

“Uh huh, sure,” I laughed. “We’ll talk later. You have fun running up a flight of stairs or whatever you’re doing over there.”

Again, no response except for his heavy breathing.

“Relax, William. It’s a joke.” I didn’t realize I had done it until it was too late, but I had loaded the phrase with a hypnotic trigger. I can only imagine the effect it had on him, because I heard Will make a sound that was halfway between a moan and a grunt. “I hope that was as good as it sounded,” I told him, then hung up.

Somehow the hypnotic triggers worked even over the phone. All he needed was just my voice. There were quite a few fun possibilities that came to mind with that information. Did I want to see how far I could send William over the edge? I thought about it and the answer was a definite yes. Yes, I did. So I set my phone down on the shelf and began unbuttoning my pants. A video should do the trick.

So there we were…two friends, just lying there, his cock hard and my head on his stomach, pretending it wasn’t happening…

For the longest time, I didn’t move, and neither did he.

I must have taken all the willpower he possessed not to tense his cock at the sight before him; his best friend with her delicate fingers resting half on his balls and half at the base of his cock, her T-shirt almost thin enough to see through and her skirt now riding up so high he knew the exact shape and size of her underwear.

And, if I had been bold enough in that moment to open my legs, he would have seen how wet it was too.

Instead, I started to move my fingers. I told myself that I was just getting comfy, that I often put my hand in front of me like that when I go to sleep. After all, it was only his balls—he probably wouldn’t even notice, right? It was just my hand settling, finding a comfortable position.

Only, my body was telling a different story, my clit starting to throb and pussy starting to contract a little. His body, too, was responding; tiny, almost imperceptible tremors, his breathing getting deeper with each pass, sometimes stopping for a second before returning to its regular rhythm.

Fuck I was horny. This was getting too much.

I needed to suck it or ride it or choke on it or something otherwise I was going to explode.

“Mmmm,” I hummed, gyrating my hips slightly. “Are you comfortable enough?”

“Uhh…” His voice was strained. “Yeah. Uh. Yeah. This is nice.”

“Oh,” I said, making my voice as theatrically disappointed as I could manage in the small space. “I’m struggling to get comfy.”

“Oh,” he said, disappointment in his own voice. “Do you want me to go?”

“No,” I whispered. “Not at all. You’re my pillow now.” I giggled. “You have a very important job.”

“I see,” he said, matching my laughter. But I could tell he didn’t get it. Not really. But he was about to. “It’s this fabric,” I said. “On your shorts. It’s a bit scratchy…”

I heard him swallow from behind me. Like, I actually fucking heard him swallow. I thought that only happened in movies when the sound guy got a bit too excited. It also made me realise that this whole time, ever since I woke up with my head next to his throbbing cock, from almost wrapping my lips around it to basically giving his balls a massage, I hadn't looked at him once.

I turned my head.

His face—a face I had seen so many times before, from happy to sad, from angry to hurt, from confused to amusded—had taken on a quality I had never seen before. It was something like desire and lust and restraint and friendship and embarrassment all rolled into one and it was honestly one of the hottest things I had ever seen in my life. His mouth was slightly open and his eyes were alternating between focused and unfocused as I continued to caress his balls as I spoke.

“Could you take them off for me?”

My angle, half way down his body, further reinforced the sexual nature of our positioning, and I had to look up at him through my long eyelashes, both of my breasts now resting on his tummy, dangerously close to smothering his cock.

“Please? Pretty please? For me? I won’t make it weird, I promise.”

He swallowed again, but this time it was accompanied by a very slight nod of his head.

“Yay,” I smiled. “Want me to help take them off for you?”

“No,” he said, his voice tight. “I…I got it.”

“Okay,” I said quietly, leaning back from him and watching as his hands went to his shorts in the dim light of the room. I watched him with one hand gently cupping one of my breasts, my thumb slowly caressing my erect nipple as I watched the confusion and hesitation play out on his face. Seeing him like that was so hot. I didn’t even realise I was touching myself. It wasn’t until I noticed that I was licking my lips that I came back to myself, realising what his hesitation was. “Boxer shorts too,” I clarified. “If that’s okay? I just want to be comfy.”

“Uh. If it’s…I mean…yeah.”

He took a deep breath and made the move I had been waiting for, finally revealing what I had been thinking about for the last fifteen minutes, the thing I had been fantasizing about kissing and licking and sucking and riding ever since I was confronted with the sudden awareness that he possessed it.

His cock.

Leo had been my friend for years, and suddenly, my mind was filled with snapshot memories of our time together. Thirty hours together building the Lego Death Star. Late nights on eBay hunting down the rare action figures he needed for his collection. Holding his hand when he cried telling me about how Sophie cheated on him with Mike.

And now, this. Naked from the waist down, his shorts and underwear now in a little pile on the floor somewhere, my eyes fully adjusted to the darkness of the room.

And oh my god, what a cock.

Maybe it was just because he was my friend, or maybe it was because I hadn’t seen one in a while, but my first thought was that Sophie was an idiot. If I had access to a cock like that I would play with it every day; tease it and cherish it and fuck it over and over and over again.

But as it was, we were just friends, so I made a point of not looking at it and instead smiled sweetly at him, placing my hand on his thigh.

“Oh my god thanks, that looks so much more comfy. Are you sure this is okay?”

His cock jumped a little. I pretended not to notice.

He nodded.

“Thanks,” I brought my head down to his tummy and licked my lips. “You’re such a good friend.”

I knew what I needed to do…

[More tomorrow if you want it!]

My heart was pounding in my chest. It was 20 minutes since I'd received my first text from Maria, something I'd been obsessing over for the last three days. Nights, really. Three nights before, through a series of unplanned and extremely unexpected events, I'd ended up in the walk-in shower of my friend's insanely hot mom, having the best sex of my young life.

*Leo told me you have the day off. The house is empty and I have a little time. I'll be by the pool. XO*

She included a selfie, tanned arm squeezing her milf tits together. She was wearing the same tiny yellow bikini she'd been wearing when she caught me about to get myself off in her private bath. God, she was fucking sexy.

I took a lightning fast shower and jumped in my car. On the way over I was wracked by waves of extreme anxiety and horny relief. The past few days had seemed like a blur as I had to keep my secret from Leo, but I also couldn't stop obsessing over the mind blowing night his mother and I had shared. Visions of Maria's naked body posed at the bathroom door, of her lips at the base of my cock while she drained me, eyes shining, and her passionate cries as I'd made her squirt all over me.

I'd seen her briefly, as I picked Leo up the day before. She'd greeted me politely, just like she had before our tryst, no sign that just days before she'd been instructing me to pump my cum into her from behind.

It didn't help that I hadn't jerked off since. Well, once, right after I got home that night. But I'd been hoping against hope that she would call, terrified that call would come immediately after I relieved myself. I wanted to make sure I didn't disappoint her. Now my dick felt like a live grenade as the car tires crunched on the gravel

I parked and walked around the house, adjusting my shorts as I saw Maria, face down on a large flat futon, motionless as she soaked up the sun. Drawing near, I cleared my throat.

"Hi, Maria, I mean, ma'am." God dammit, I'd prepared a thousand smooth lines, but here I was sounding like a school kid.

She raised herself up on one elbow and smiled up at me, all white teeth and dimples and curves and I relaxed a little. She seemed genuinely happy to see me.

"Hi yourself, honey! I'm so glad you had time to come over." As if I wouldn't have jumped out of an airplane with no parachute to get here. She held out a brown bottle. "Would you mind oiling me up, Danny? There's just so much to cover, I need some help."

No small talk. That was fine. She turned onto her back as I sat on the edge of the outdoor bed and took the bottle. Coconut oil. It smelled good. I put some on my hands and cautiously began to rub it onto Maria's stomach in small circles.

"Mmm, that feels good, honey. Feel free to rub it all over, I'm sure I missed a few spots." Taking the hint, I began to rub harder and in bigger circles, massaging her stomach, her arms, her shoulders. She made little sounds of contentment as I worked, but I avoided the soft pillows of her breasts stretching the yellow bikini top. I planned to show that she wasn't the only one who knew how to tease. Little did I know.

Just as she was starting to fidget, I applied more oil and slid my hands under the small yellow cups, finding her nipples as she arched into my kneading hands. Maria reached out and her fingers found my crotch, squeezing at the hard bulge underneath my shorts. She frowned.

"Honey, I wish you would get comfortable. You're definitely overdressed." I quickly shimmied off the shorts and my shirt, returning my attention to her stiffening nipples. She applied some oil of her own, wrapping her fingers around my erection and beginning to slowly, gently move them up and down. God. Damn. It was happening. I started looking for shapes in the clouds, anything to prolong my inevitable orgasm.

"I've been thinking about you, Danny," she said, looking at me through aviator sunglasses.

"All good things, I hope." She laughed.

"Yes, of course, honey! I've been thinking about all the fun we could have this summer." Her nipples were stiffening points now, responding to my attention.

"Me too," I replied, remembering the seventy two hours of non-stop fantasies I'd just indulged in.

"I'll bet you have." She squeezed me hard and pumped me from base to tip fast. I grunted, eyes rolling. "But I don't want you getting any silly ideas about us. You understand? This is just summer fun. And we can't let Leo know, can we?"

"Yes ma'am. I mean no ma'am!" She chuckled.

"Good boy." She sat up next to me and looked down at her hand gripping my shaft with the expert eye of a connoisseur, whistling with appreciation "I think you've been saving yourself up for me. Have you gotten yourself off since...the other day?"

"No ma'am. Uh, only once ma'am. I couldn't help it. But it's been three days now." My balls felt like a boiling teapot.

"Good boyyyy. Boys who save their appetite get to have dessert. Do you like dessert, Danny?" My head was spinning, very few neurons left over to decipher metaphors.

"Dessert, ma'am?" She laughed again and removed her hand from me, leaving my hard-on in actual pain from the lack of stimulation. I gritted my teeth, determined to follow her experienced lead. But it was hard.

"Why don't you oil my backside, honey." She lay back down on her stomach. Hips slightly raised, she presented her ass to me, soft round cheeks swallowing the overburdened yellow thong.

Two of my braincells knocked into each other and I figured it out. I remembered her bent over, hands against the wall, puckered hole winking at me in the steamy shower. Dessert. Yeah, I was pretty sure I was ready for dessert.

I straddled her, doing my best not to let my penis touch anything. Anything might push me over, ending our play prematurely. Warm oil drizzled onto her cheeks and I began to massage them, working them like two big balls of dough. As I worked her cheeks I moved in to the center until I had her spread, thumbs just avoiding the hole covered by the thong. She let me enjoy that for a few minutes, mming and ahhing for the crowd.

Her hips had been slowly rising toward me, but now she got to her knees, face still on the cushion, and slid the bikini over her butt, letting it settle around her knees. She was face down, ass up, and I could see her pussy slick with excitement.

"Why don't you go ahead and eat, honey? I know you want to."

I buried my face, licking along her slit then moving to tongue the clitoris nestled in her wet folds.

"Oh, honey, you're making mommy feel good." My balls ached as my hard penis dangled in the air, throbbing as she called herself mommy. It was driving me to distraction, making me want to give her any fucking thing she wanted. Especially if it was my load.

I was staring right at her asshole an inch away, nose poking it. It smelled...good. Musky but good. Very good, actually. I sat up a little, hesitating for just a moment before letting a string of saliva fall directly onto it, moving my thumb to rub her clit as I licked her there for the first time. Maria let out a low moan, pushing onto my mouth.

"That's what mommy wants, baby. Just like that." I struck up a rhythm, bathing her slick asshole while I circled her clit, juices beginning to run down my thumb. Her pussy, her ass and the coconut oil made a potent cocktail and I licked and sucked her most private area like I was eating, well, cake.

I slipped my middle finger into her vagina and found her spot, curling against it. Now I was stimulating every part of her, urgent moans filling my ears.

"Baby, fuck, baby! You're going to make mommy cum so good." I kept it up and it wasn't long before I felt my hand and mouth bathed in her cum, pussy tightening on my finger. Her pucker pulsed with her pussy, pelvic floor contracting with the force of her release.

As she came down she didn't move, keeping her posture as she looked back at me, breathing hard.

"Fuck me, Danny." I was already there. I let my cock slap between her cheeks, rubbing it down along her asshole until my head found purchase in her pussy and I pushed in. I saw stars, heaven, her still-quivering vagina squeezing me in soaking waves. I pumped slowly once, twice, three times and I was done.

"Oh fuck, I'm sorry, Maria, I'm going to fucking...cum!" Three days was the longest I'd gone without nutting as far back as I could remember, since the first time, probably, but it felt like a year's worth of semen was being sucked out of me directly into her womb. I grabbed her hips, burying myself as I lost control, bucking into her like an animal claiming its mate. I think I was yelling, a mix of incoherent sounds and her name.

She took it like a champ, riding me as I lost my mind. I came down from orbit, panting and ashamed.

"Oh, fuck, I'm sorry. You just feel so good." I was still gripping her tight, buried to the hilt.

"Never apologize for cumming in my pussy, honey. I fucking love it." She moved her hips in circles. She was so wet, so hot. My cock had softened a little, but what she said next got me back in the fight. "Stick a finger in mommy's ass and keep fucking me, baby."

That cleared my head. What did I have to be ashamed about? That the hottest milf ever just let me bust in her? I started moving again, steady strokes that had her booty bouncing on me. I could feel that my erection wasn't at full strength yet, but it would be. Maria had narrowed down my refractory period to near zero.

Her asshole was still slick with spit and oil, fat booty pointed directly at me. My left hand went to her and I rubbed my forefinger in circles, spreading the lube. She moaned.

"Fucking do it!" Alright then. I slipped in with surprising ease, practically sucked in by her snug anus. It was my first time, and I was surprised to discover that I could actually feel my penis moving inside her. I flexed my finger experimentally against my thrusting shaft and she groaned.

"Unnnghhh, fuck yes." I flexed again, applying gentle pressure along my length. It also helped give my still recovering erection support.

"You like that?" I said.

"Y...yes baby. And call me mommy." There it was. I felt a surge of confidence as our bodies slapped together, each giving as good as we got.

"You look good with my finger in your ass, mommy," I said, and brought my right hand down on her cheek with a sharp slap. She went feral.

Maria's pussy, already wet, immediately soaked me. She started making primitive grunts as I brought my hand down again, and I had to go up on one knee to help keep her in position. Smack! and my palm struck again, a growing blush of red spreading quickly. I kept my buried finger pressing down as my penis swelled, filling her pussy as I pounded her out. In fact I was using my finger for a grip, pulling her back onto me.

"Are you going to cum for me, mommy? Are you going to cum all over my cock?" Another hard slap.

"Yes baby. Your big cock is going to make me squirt." Slap.

"I want to feel you cum. You're being such a good slut for me, mommy." One more hard spank and she was cumming hard.

Squirt soaked my pubic hair and legs, spraying all over the cushioned patio furniture. We'd have to flip that. With a finger inside her I could really feel her kegels contracting and releasing, vagina squeezing me so hard she almost forced me out. I managed to stay in, holding on as she shivered and squirmed, crying out my name in ragged gasps.

There aren't many better feelings for a man than having a beautiful woman say your name as you make her cum. I leaned back and took in the scene, feeling like a god among men.

Maria was still in the grip of her orgasm, aftershocks causing her to shake. There I was, balls deep, finger buried in her ass, when I heard the sound of an engine and car tires on the driveway.

"Somebody's here!" I yelled, afraid to pull out too fast and hurt her. She looked up, peering through the large glass windows. We both got a glimpse of a white Range Rover and she laughed, falling forward and pulling her bikini up to barely cover herself.

"That's just Angela. We're attending a gallery opening this afternoon and I guess she decided to pop over a little early. Naughty girl." I sprang to my feet and pulled my shorts on, hopping and tripping in haste. Before I could get my shirt off the ground, the patio door slid open and Angela walked out.

She was a striking blond with long, toned legs and a slender athletic build. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail, and she wore a blue floral sundress, 3" heels and an enormous diamond wedding ring. Rich people.

"Angela!" Maria stood and greeted her friend, exchanging quick pecks on the cheek. I noticed Angela's eyes on me, sizing me up, and swallowed hard. There was no way she didn't know what was up, the lounge looked like it had been hit by a water balloon and Maria and I were both flushed and sweating.

"Angela, this is Danny, the young man I told you about. Danny, this is Angela, she's a good friend of mine. We play tennis, go shopping and share...other interests as well." She winked at me. Her casual demeanor put me at ease, but it was still quite nerve wracking.

"Hello, ma'am," I said, reaching to shake her hand. She cocked an eye at me, but went in past my hand and gave each of my cheeks a kiss, lingering a bit longer than was necessary. I wasn't complaining, in fact I felt blood rush to my cheeks as I blushed.

"Damn, Maria, is he always this polite?" Maria giggled and took my still extended hand, pulling me into an embrace.

"Not always! He just needs a little encouragement." Maria pressed her sun warmed, oiled body against mine and brought my face down to hers. Our lips met and she moaned into me, tongue flicking playfully. Angela was only a couple feet away, watching, but Maria was just too soft, smelled too good, and I kissed her back.

Instinctually one hand wrapped itself in the hair at the back of her neck while the other found her round, reddened bottom. Maria seemed to melt into me, our bodies straining together, enjoying the much needed aftercare we'd been denied. And if I'm being honest, having an audience was turning me on like crazy. I'd never done anything like this, never even imagined it, but now I found my eyes moving to Angela's, staring boldly as I devoured her friend's mouth and gripped her voluptuous body.

It was Angela's turn to blush now, biting her lip as she watched. I saw her nipples harden through the thin fabric of her dress, and for the first time, I started to believe I might actually be kind of a stud.

Finally Maria broke free, nipping my lip as she did.

"Well, good for you bitch," said Angela, but her sarcastic tone was clearly humorous, a joke between old friends. "Now go put some clothes on and leave your boy toy alone."

"Alone with you?" Maria looked back and forth between us, an exaggerated expression of suspicion on her pretty face. "Careful Danny, I wouldn't want you to be taken advantage of."

Laughing, she went into the house without a backward glance, wide hips swaying. Angela and I stood together. Awkwardly I bent and put on my shirt. Angela came right up to me, almost touching. She smelled good, some kind of expensive perfume. In her heels she was almost as tall as me, a stark contrast to Maria's shorty, curvy frame.

"Maria has wonderful things to say about you, Danny." She looked down at the wet stain on the pool chair, then back to me, that perfectly manicured eyebrow arching again. "And Maria has excellent taste."

"Thank you, ma'am," I said, doing my best to hold my own. "I...its nice to meet you, too "

"Jesus fucking christ," she said, eyes rolling. "Let's hope you drop the shocked ingenue act by the next time I see you."

We made eye contact, and I jumped as her slender hand snaked into my shorts. She started pumping my head with quick, firm strokes, twisting her palm. I was still wet from Maria's orgasm and my knees buckled from the intense sensation.

Without stopping, she took my left hand and held it to her face, inhaling, then licked the same finger I'd had in Maria's ass. I was stunned. It seemed this well bred, wealthy woman had a freaky side.

"Maria and I are part of a group, gal pals if you will. We play tennis, we shop, we travel..." she sucked my finger all the way into her mouth, tongue moving in hot waves along its length, then let it slide out, licking her lips. "And we fuck."

"Ah...!" Her hand twisted on my cock once more and I was cumming, spurting molten semen into her fingers, my shorts, my hands moving to her slim hips for support as I gasped, hips bucking.

"You're a lucky boy, Danny. Play your cards right and you're going to have the summer of your life." Her hand came out of my shorts and she wiped it on my shirt, using it like a dish rag.

"I think I already am, Angela." My hands were still on her hips, and suddenly I felt strong, in control. She was right. I needed to step up to the moment. Even though this seemed like a dream, I knew that if I chickened out now I'd regret it forever.

I pulled Angela into me and put my finger back to her mouth. She looked surprised for an instant, then her eyes flashed and she took it back in, sucking hard. Then my mouth was on hers and she was moaning into me like a cat in heat, thighs wrapping around my muscular leg. She tasted amazing, like ginger and clove, and coconut oil, and the unmistakable tang of Maria's ass.

"Angela! We're going to be late!" We pulled apart reluctantly and looked to see Maria by the door, dressed in an expensive looking black mini dress with a wide brimmed hat. Angela smiled and pecked my lips once more, then sauntered off, taking Maria's hand.

"And Danny, I promise we won't make you wait three more days this time." She winked and they were gone, the Range Rover pulling out the drive.

My phone buzzed on the lounger and I grabbed it. It was a text from Leo.

*Dude where are you? I ran into that blond you like and her friend and they wanna go out on the boat rn, just the four of us. Hmu!*

I smiled, then grimaced, then smiled again. This was going to be a hell of a summer.

I hadn't meant to jerk off in front of my friend's mom. It was an accident. But in the end, it turned out to be a very happy accident.

It was the summer after my first year of college. Leo, the titular friend, and I had met at state university. Turned out we lived in neighboring towns but had attended different high schools. We'd bonded quickly, spending the school year partying, hooking up with girls, and studying, pretty much in that order.

Leo's family was far better off than mine. His parents, a stay at home mom and a rich business man, were divorced. According to Leo his mom had cleaned his father out in court after he made the classic move of fucking his secretary. She got a big settlement, a generous alimony, and the house, a lake side mansion with a pool and power boat tied to a private dock. Needless to say we were spending more time there than my happily married parent's two bedroom home.

Leo and I had made a habit of going for a run in the afternoon before embarking on our nightly pursuit of girls and beer. I usually showered and changed at my house, but today we planned to take his boat out, so Leo had offered the shower in his mom's master bedroom to save time.

It was a sick shower, an entire room separate from the toilet and vanity, with multiple nozzles, a bench seat, and an array of expensive soaps and lotions lined up on a shelf. Being a virile young man I had taken advantage of those products, enjoying a daydream involving a blond girl with a nice ass I was hoping to hook up with that night. The slick lotion felt good and I pumped away, stroking my cock. I was getting close, working my tip, head thrown back as I got ready to cum.

That's when his mom cleared her throat. She was standing at the door, dressed for the pool. She wore a string bikini, yellow and tied at the hips, along with little platform sandals. I was cringing away in a hopeless attempt to hide my throbbing erection but I still clocked her tits, fat and hanging heavy against the thin fabric.

I turned to the corner, choosing to show my ass over my front, and started babbling apologies.

"Its ok, Danny" I heard her sandals on the floor and glanced back with relief. She'd moved out of sight, returning my "privacy".

"I'm sorry, ma'am!" I blurted. "Leo told me I could use it. I'll finish up."

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry I intruded. You go right ahead and...finish yourself up." I heard a chuckle of mirth as the bedroom door closed behind her. Fuck. She'd seen me jerking off.

I was panicking. Would she tell Leo I'd exposed myself to his own mother? Would he tell everyone else, making me a laughingstock and ruining my summer?

I was also incredibly turned on. How long had she been watching?

Her name was Maria, and while she was a beautiful woman, basically a trophy wife, I hadn't even considered her as a sexual possibility. Now I couldn't stop thinking about her heavy breasts and thick thighs, imagining what her nipples looked like hard, and what she had behind that tiny triangle of yellow swimsuit.

"You drowning in there or what, man? We gotta go!" yelled Leo from the hallway. I cursed, looking down at my swollen girth. I wouldn't have time to finish now, we had to get out on the lake. Shrugging with frustration, I dried off and got dressed, hurrying to meet Leo down at the docks. The path went past their pool and I saw Maria reclining on a chaise lounge, wide hips and large breasts nearly bursting the tiny bikini. Awkwardly, I waved. She just stared through her large shades, watching me run. I grimaced. Maybe she was mad. This might be bad.

It was a long evening on the boat. I was chasing tail, staying pretty sober and trying to talk that blond out of her daisy dukes. Leo was trying to get drunk. Only one of us succeeded.

It was past eleven when we returned, me driving the boat as Leo slumped and talked nonsense, about five shots of tequila past stringing together a coherent thought. I tied up the boat and heaved him up, hauling him up the path and into his house as he staggered around.

Just as I got him into his bedroom he threw up on me, a stream of beer and Jose Cuervo spilling onto my chest. This day really hadn't turned out the way I hoped.

I stripped off my shirt and went downstairs, stopping at the sink in the kitchen to rinse off before driving to my place.

"You're really making yourself at home around here, aren't you young man?" I jumped in alarm for the second time that day, spinning to see Maria's curvy figure outlined in the shadowed stairwell.

"I'm sorry, ma'am, Leo had a little too much to drink and, uh, got a little vomit on my shirt. I was just trying to clean up before I head home." Maria stepped into the dim light and my jaw clenched when I saw what she was wearing. On her feet were tiny slippers that showed her bright red toenails. A sheer robe floated around her body, only serving to backlight and accentuate her full, hourglass figure. A small pair of panties were the only thing covering her crotch. Most distracting of all was some sort of fuzzy, silk bra that pushed her tits up into massive mounds, threatening to spill over the top at any moment. My loins stirred, and I swallowed hard.

"Call me Maria, Danny. Unless you prefer to stick with ma'am." I saw her lips quirk and she looked at me, letting her eyes wander over my lean muscles, plain to see with my soiled shirt in the sink.

"Yes ma'am, I mean...Maria, ma'am." Dammit, I was tripping over myself. "I should get going, sorry for the noise and bother."

"Absolutely not. I'm not letting you walk out of my house dirty, not after my son threw up on you. You have to clean up first, I insist." She took three steps into the kitchen, putting herself close enough that I could smell her perfume. "You can use my shower."

I'm sure my mouth opened up wide enough to fly a plane through. Here was my good friend's mom, proposing that I take a shower in her personal bathroom. In the middle of the night. Dressed like that. After catching me about to get myself off just hours ago.

"Oh, uhh, I wouldn't want to be any trouble, ma'am. Its really no big deal." I was at war with myself. I knew I should leave, but was I really going to turn down a chance at...whatever Maria had in mind for me up in that shower?

"Nonsense, it's the least I can do. Besides, I feel terrible about barging in on you earlier. I didn't mean to...interrupt you." She smiled and took another step, close enough to touch. I was easily half a foot taller than her, allowing me a fantastic view of her cleavage.

"It was nothing, I wasn't...um...you didn't interrupt anything!" It wasn't convincing. We both knew what I'd been doing.

She clicked her tongue and looked up at me with apparent concern.

"Oh no, you never had a chance to properly finish up, did you? You must be so frustrated with me!" Her voice sounded apologetic, but her mouth and eyes were flashing with mischief, clearly enjoying my increasingly aroused discomfort. One long nail trailed down my chest and across my six pack, raising goosebumps where it passed. Her dark eyes stared directly into my soul as she rested her palm against my toned abdomen. "However can I make it up to you?"

Silence stretched between us, my heart pounding as I made up my mind.

"Maybe I will take you up on that shower." She smiled wide, dimples forming as she took my hand.

"Oh good! I would hate for anyone to have reason to question my hospitality." Before I knew it I was following up the stairs behind her, watching her ass wobble and stretch just inches from my face.

Then she was closing the bedroom door and pushing me into the bathroom. She set the lights to a soft, warm glow and turned the shower on, hot water spraying from the wall and overhead. She turned and walked past me, then stopped. Her hand went to my crotch and squeezed gently, sizing me up. She looked very satisfied with what she found.

"You go ahead and get started, honey. I'll be right back to check in on you." I watched her close the frosted door, then hesitantly stepped out of my swim trunks and let them hit the floor. The hot water felt great after a day of swimming and getting puked on, but I was still anxious. Half of me was still convinced this was all some big mistake, that I was about to get in trouble. But I still felt the imprint of her hand on my dick. It inspired confidence.

Body wash foamed as I began to scrub, lake water and Leo's drinks swirling away down the drain. I tried to stay cool and not get too excited, but my body was betraying me, sending all available resources to my rock hard penis.

Just as I was about to reach down and give myself some relief, I heard the door open and turned. Maria leaned in the door, completely naked. Well, almost. She wore a very expensive looking silver necklace crusted with diamonds, the largest of which dangled at the top of her generous bosom. She had put up her long, dark hair into an elegant updo and applied lipstick that matched her cherry nails. My eyes flashed down to the cleft between her thighs, a perfectly manicured strip of fuzzy hair leading down to the top of her pussy lips.

She let me take it all in with utter confidence, allowing me to feast my eyes on the smorgasbord of woman in front of me. In turn, her eyes dropped to my throbbing erection, which was curved up into the stream of water battering against it.

"I see you managed to wait for me. That's good. Sometimes a young man like you eats his dinner before a lady has a chance to start her appetizers." I thanked god she hadn't waited much longer. I'd been about to eat.

She moved to the shelf of bottles, choosing a different wash from what I had used. She squirted some onto a loofah and looked at me.

"I think we'd better get you all washed up, don't you think?" All I could do was nod eagerly, utterly incapable of summoning anything resembling a sexy comeback. She smiled knowingly, as if she could read my mind.

She started on my back, moving the loofah in circles, getting lower down each time. She bent, skipping my butt and soaping up my thighs and calves.

"All that running is paying off, Danny," she said in admiration, lingering on my defined hamstrings.

"Thank you, ma'am," I replied, basking in her ministrations. No college girl had ever treated me like this. She moved around to my front, beginning to loofah my chest.

"Please, Danny. Call me Maria. At least when we're naked." She continued her gentle washing, suds building up on my abs and running down through my pubic hair and over my balls and thighs. My manhood was still at full mast, untouched and straining for attention.

She turned me around, letting all the soap wash off me, then replaced the loofah and squirted more wash generously into her right palm.

"I think I'll move to a more hands on approach," she said, and I saw that her nipples were stiffening, large brown buttons in the middle of surprisingly small pink areolas.

She stood to my side, and now she let her heavy breasts graze my skin, those hard nubs catching against my arms while she worked up a foam between her hands. I shivered with anticipation and she smiled wickedly. She knew exactly what she was doing to me and she was loving it.

Then her hands went to the base of my cock and the world stopped spinning. Her fingers briefly wrapped my base and squeezed, sending even more blood to my engorged member. She moved down and began to rub and massage my balls, letting a thick foam build up and sending waves of intense pleasure through my core.

That feeling doubled in intensity as her left hand slipped down my crack, kneading and squeezing my muscular cheeks, seemingly unconcerned that she was rubbing her fingers all over my asshole. Her hands met at my taint, massaging a place no one else had ever touched. I groaned, head lolling as she introduced me to a whole new world of sensations with her soft, probing touch.

"Oh, honey, you were really suffering today, weren't you? These big balls must be aching." She circled my sack and gripped tight, pulling down in a way that definitely didn't hurt, but did make me whimper, my hand reaching for support.

It landed on one of her wet tits and I grabbed a handful of soft flesh, her hard nipple slipping between my fingers and causing her to catch her breath. She released me and gripped my waist, nails digging into my skin. Instinctually I gripped it with thumb and forefinger, pinching and twisting as I felt her body press against mine, responding to my touch.

"Oh, that feels good, honey," she sighed, but she was moving to rinse me clean, hands moving everywhere but the one place I needed them.

Once I was back to bare skin she led me to the bench seat and sat me down. We were out of the overhead shower now, but steam was beginning to fill the room, covering our skin with warm droplets.

She chose another bottle and returned, pulling a cushion off the ledge and placing it in front of me. Her knees went to the mat and she kneeled, glittering diamonds reflecting in the steamy light of the room.

"Ok, Danny, let me make this morning up to you. You have no idea how bad I feel about how rude I was." Humor and arousal played across her face. She was way more woman than I had ever experienced, and I tried to prepare myself for whatever she would do next.

There was no way to prepare. Her red lips enveloped my wet head. I felt her tongue lick at me, no doubt tasting the stream of precum that was flowing out of me. Then she took my whole length in one go, deepthroating me while she maintained eye contact the whole time.

My knuckles went white on the wooden bench as I felt her tight throat squeezing my entire length, tongue moving in sensuous waves along my sensitive bottom ridge. Her eyes smiled up at me as her lips stayed rooted to my base. She was fucking moaning while she deepthroated me, one hand moving to her waxed pussy, making small circles around her clit. My penis, teased and ignored up till now, felt like it was on fire. Honestly, I think I was just too surprised to cum.

"Mmm, you're a good boy, Danny. Most men your age would have have cum down my throat just now." she said after pulling off and revealing the length of my dick like a magic trick. I was breathing hard, trying to relax and hold on. I hadn't lost control, but it had been damn close.

"Oh my god, Maria, you're fucking amazing," I managed to gasp, looking down at her in wonder. I'm not small, well over seven inches, but she had made me disappear with no trouble at all. Hell, she'd been showing off.

"Maybe you should call me ma'am," she said, smirking, and returned her attention to my glistening hard-on. She started at my balls, holding me against my stomach and licking me from bottom to tip repeatedly in long, slow laps. I was mesmerized, but there were her boobs, hanging like ripe melons in a summer rain.

I reached down and lifted one, rubbing my thumb around her sensitive areola. She moaned approval and I caressed the other, both hands full as she took me back in and swirled her tongue around my slit. We stayed like that for a minute, her nursing my tip while I tried to distract myself by watching two of her fingers enter her vagina with a soft, wet sound. It wasn't a very good distraction, and I could feel myself getting close, thighs and butt beginning to flex as my orgasm built.

She felt it and pulled off, her hands replacing mine on her chest.

"You need to cum, don't you, Danny?" I nodded deliriously, overwhelmed. "Do you want me to fuck you with my big titties? Let you cover them with your fat load?"

I groaned, and she grabbed the new bottle, pouring a long stream of clear liquid all over herself. Her already wet skin was shining now, and I looked to the incredible piece of jewelry she was wearing.

"Beautiful, isn't it? A gift from Paul to try and apologize for screwing that slut secretary of his. He begged me to wear it while we fucked, but I never let him." Damn. I was never going to tell Leo about any of this, but I definitely wouldn't be mentioning that detail.

With a shrug, she lifted her soft globes with both hands and let them fall onto my shaft. I was engulfed, my swollen tip playing peek a boo as she squeezed them together and started pumping.

My back arched at the sight and feel of those world class tits about to pull me over the edge.

"Oh honey, are my big fat titties gonna make you cum?"

"Yes, ma'am," I grunted, feeling my balls mashing against her wrists, priming me like a pump. She beamed, pleased with me.

"Are you going to cover these tits with your sticky cum? You going to drain your balls on my necklace, live out my husband's biggest fantasy?" Jesus christ. She was holding her nipples tight, using the grip to keep me snug.

"Yes, ma'am. Please, ma'am."

"You're going to cum all over your friend's slutty mommy, hon. Tomorrow you're going to see me at the breakfast nook with Leo, and all you' ll be able to think about is what his mommy looked like with your cock between her fat mommy tits." It was too much.

I busted, ropes of cum shooting out of me in thick squirts. She slowed but kept pumping as I actually did coat the necklace in semen. She was giggling, loving every second if it.

My jizz kept going, four, five, six, seven cumshots, oozing between her heaving tits, the slick friction prolonging my orgasm. She was covered from collarbone to nipples. As my climax subsided she bent and bottomed put on me again, causing my balls to spasm from the ovestimulation, who knows how much additional cum disappearing down her throat. I shook, body so rigid it felt like I was being electrocuted.

She deepthroated me until I relaxed, then stood. I watched, body slack on the bench, as she lifted each boob one by one and licked them clean, savoring my cum like it was delicious frosting. She was incredible, like nothing I'd ever seen.

"Oh my god. Holy shit, that was...unbelievable. No one's ever made me feel like that." Sucking up one last thick wad of semen from around her left nipple, she sat next to me, spreading her legs and placing her bare feet up on the bench.

"That was for this morning," she said. "The second one is for me. Why don't we see if you know how to return the favor." Her hand was back on her clit, rubbing the tiny nub, her pussy fully exposed. I got the message and took my place between her legs.

Luckily I'd had some recent experience in this department. A very nice girl at school had been kind enough to teach me some tricks, patiently coaching me until I'd been able to reward her lessons with multiple orgasms. I said a silent thank you to Julie, wherever she was.

Maria's pussy was beautiful, plump vulva surrounding a pink vagina, her clit standing out above a very tight looking hole. I put my hands on her inner thighs and squeezed with gentle pressure, spreading her wide for me. Gently kissing her bald lips, I worked around, briefly teasing her before I began licking her clitoris in short, soft slurps. Maria sighed with contentment, relaxing back. Evidently I was doing OK.

I kept up a steady, insistent rhythm, letting some spit dribble onto her to add lubrication. Not that she needed any, her pussy was soaking, and not from the shower. I tasted her on my tongue, salty sweet with a hint of some fruit, maybe raspberry.

She was getting into it now, her hips moving against me, asking me to increase the pressure through her needy body language. Two of my fingers went to her hole, massaging as I continued to maintain my steady pace on her clit.

She was ready, and I slipped them in, immediately curling up to find the pebbled, sensitive area, stimulating her g-spot with the same steady, insistent pattern I'd already established. High pitched cries of pleasure filled the tiled room, and she ground into my hand, seeking her release.

"Dont stop, honey. Please don't stop." I had no plans to ever stop, and moments later I couldn't have anyway as she clamped around my fingers like a vise, cumming into my mouth in a wave of hot liquid. My face was covered in her now and I licked my lips, letting her ride my fingers until she was satisfied, allowing them to slip out as she reached down to caress my face.

"You're very talented, young man. My lord. I don't remember too many men who knew how to do that when I was in college."

"I've never made anyone squirt before," I said. She smiled indulgently.

"You were close, honey. But dick is the only thing that turns me into a real fountain." She looked down between my knees with a knowing look. I was hard again. I hadn't even noticed while concentrating on getting Maria off.

"Come on, stud muffin. Come up here and let me sit on that thing." I leaped to my feet and she laughed again, appreciating my youthful enthusiasm.

I sat and then slid down, leaving my hips off the bench to give her room to mount me. I'd seen it in a porno. She swung her leg over and lined herself up, spreading herself as she lowered onto me.

Her fat lips parted around my head and I felt myself push into her tight warmth. Her pussy felt like hot cream as she worked

onto me, letting out a guttural moan as she took my whole cock.

Her breasts began to bounce as she moved, taking me in short pumps that kept me buried deep. I enjoyed the show, bracing my legs and letting her get used to my girth. She had her hands clasped behind her head, lifting her chest and giving me an awe inspiring view of her tits. There was still some of my cum stuck to the bottom of the right one, so I gathered it up and rubbed it onto her clit.

She watched me, biting her lip as I teased the glob of semen around her button, moving her wide hips in slow circles.

"I had my tubes tied fifteen years ago, honey. You put as much cum in me as you want." It was all I needed to hear.

I started to thrust up into her, watching as her pussy gripped my shaft like a fitted glove, clinging to my thick penis with slick suction. It was a good thing I had just cum, because I wouldn't have lasted thirty seconds otherwise. As it was I was feeling confident. She felt incredible, but I was ready to turn the tables and show her she wasn't the only one who knew how to fuck around here.

She gasped as I started up, her hands going to my chest and digging in her nails. I felt her juicy milf ass clapping against my thighs, felt my balls slapping back.

Her eyes were closed, concentrating as she matched my steady rhythm. We stayed like that for a few minutes, her hair falling loose as our love making became more primal. I was taking her rough now, using my full force to slam into her. She collapsed onto my chest, letting me own her with my cock, panting into my ear.

"Uh, uh, uh ,uh, fuck, honey, uh, you're going to make me, uh, cum, uh, so, uh, hard." She cried out, loud, and bit my shoulder. Her pussy clamped around me and she was cumming, this time unleashing a stream of hot squirt that soaked both of us, splashing off my chest to cover her tits, streaming down around my balls in rivers of pussy juice. She was limp in my arms, letting me pound her right through her orgasm, crying "Ah! Ah! Ah!" over and over.

Finally I relented and she sat up, grinding on me in a reflexive attempt to keep her climax going. My hands went to her ass and I spanked her, causing her eyes to ignite.

"If you want to spank me, you're gonna have to wait for another time. That's going to get me really worked up, and I have to get to bed." She winked. "Tennis with the girls early."

Intrigued, I went to spank her again anyway but she caught my hand.

"I'm serious, Danny, you have no idea what kind of trouble you're going to start acting like that. Now why don't you bend me over and fuck your load into me like a good boy."

My curiosity was definitely piqued, but I wasn't about to argue with a woman who wanted me to finish in her from behind. I stood up and she put her hands on the wall, wiggling her thick ass, making it jiggle. I could see her hole now, a tight pucker between her plump cheeks, but she was right. That was for another day.

I stepped up and pressed myself into her as she arched, giving me a perfect angle. She exhaled sharply, still sensitive, and I started to pump her from behind, watching as her ass moved in waves against my hips like jello. I was getting close now, desperate to paint her walls with my seed. I put one leg up on the bench to get leverage and gripped her tits with both hands, using them as leverage to pull her back onto me.

"Fuck yes, honey, take me how you want it. Make this slutty mommy your little mommy whore." There was that word again. I came into her, emptying myself as deep as I could, hand moving up to lightly grip her throat, the diamond necklace sharp in my hand. I felt her spasm on me again, less intense this time, aftershocks of her squirting orgasm amplified by my dominant grip around her suntanned neck.

We slumped together, panting and sweating in the humidity, fingers clasping in an intimate acknowledgement. She stood, letting me slip out of her, turning to give me a peck on the cheek. I grabbed her face, bringing her back to me, tongue searching along her lips. There was a brief touch, our tongues flicking together for an instant before she pushed me away, giving my ass a playful slap.

"Alright big boy, don't get ahead of yourself." It was hard not to be bold now that I'd made her cum at least twice. She turned off the shower and opened the door, releasing a cloud of steam as she grabbed two big, fluffy towels.

"Can we do that again, Maria?" I asked, rubbing myself dry. She was so beautiful, naked and relaxed, and I soaked in the sight of the body I'd come to know so much better over the last half hour. She looked up, a wry expression on her lovely face.

"Let's just say I should take your number, just so I have an emergency contact for Leo."

“Mmm…”

That was the noise I made when I first woke up, which, when I look back on it now, is super embarrassing haha.

At that point I didn’t know where I was tbh; my eyes were still closed and I had a little drool patch beneath my lips, which were pressed into the fabric beneath my head. My face was warm from whatever was beneath me, and I felt nice and comfortable and safe.

I curled my toes and stretched my ankles out and yawned, opening my eyes slowly.

The room was dark and my head was still heavy with sleep. Slowly, the shapes started to materialise in the darkness and I recognised where I was; Leo’s couch. Leo must have gone to bed and left me here after I fell asleep hanging out with him last night. That was sweet of him. Leo was always sweet, that’s why I liked hanging out and gaming and playing card games with him. He made me feel secure, and in all our years of friendship he had never hit on me, which I appreciated. I yawned again and brought my hand up to the pillow, pulling it away quickly when I felt something hard right beside my head.

Oh fuck.

Leo hadn’t gone to bed at all.

I went rigid, listening to the sounds, wondering if I really was where I thought I was. I wasn’t scared, just confused at what I thought I had just touched, and so I listened. Outside, a motorbike sped by in the distance. In the kitchen, his fridge buzzed gently and continuously. And yes, beneath both sounds I could hear it; Leo’s gentle breath as his best friend’s mouth was inches from his hard cock.

I didn’t want to jump up and make a big deal about it, and so I stayed where I was, breathing softly, feigning sleep. I was suddenly aware that in my slumber I had positioned myself so my boobs were pressed right up against him, squished against his thigh, one of them bulging over and sort of resting on him. Worse still, my nipple was erect and visible through my T-shirt.

Was that what had made him so hard?

No, that was silly. He was asleep, and that’s just what happened to guys when they slept, right? I’d read about it online. Anyway, why else would the lights be off unless he was dosing too? Or maybe he had fallen asleep and then woken up and seen me and…? What? Got hard? No. Not Leo. Surely?

Yet there it was. Right there; a hard shape almost touching my cheek through his shorts. A big, thick, throbbing cock. Leo’s cock. I couldn’t believe it. I had no idea that he was that…ahem…big. Or really even that he had a cock at all, to be honest. After all, we were just friends, and I’d never really thought about him like that…

But now I was.

I couldn’t help it. With the tip of it literally only a few centimeters from my mouth—I suddenly realised how long it had been since I had been confronted with a hard cock. Something full and throbbing and needy. I became aware I was holding my breath and let it out slowly, wondering if he could feel it.

I felt suddenly ashamed to be having such dirty thoughts about my friend, and lifted my head just a few millimeters as if to get up. But as I moved, Leo made a micro-adjustment of his own, his hips rising slightly and his cock thrusting forward toward my face, his hips settling back down into the couch cushions quickly.

It wasn’t much of an adjustment, but it was enough that his cock was now in licking distance.

Not that I was thinking about licking it.

Not even a little bit.

And I definitely wasn’t thinking about turning my mouth into a little warm wet hole for him, wrapping my lips around him and slooooooowly pushing my head down all the way to the base of it, holding myself there for as long as I could, reaching down and pulling gently on my nipples, holding my big boobs up for him, giving him something to look at while his best friend moved her tongue around his cock over, and over, and over…

But if I wasn’t thinking about any of that, why was I getting so wet?

I needed to get myself under control. I stayed still, looking into the darkness, and as my eyes continued to adjust to the low light in the room, I realised that my top had pulled up from my fidgeting, showing the skin of my stomach. My skirt was bunched around my hips, too, and my panties were showing, which meant he could probably see the round part of my ass. And I’ve been working out a lot, so it is very round right now.

Damn. He had a pretty good view of my body.

Worse, the feeling of accidentally showing it off was doing things inside me.

My heart was beating fast, and I wondered if he could feel it pounding through my boobs, which were still pressed up against him. I still had no idea if the throbbing cock before me was some sort of indication of lust or if it was simply a biological function of the guy I’d been hanging out with platonically for years.

But I needed to find out.

“Leo,” I whispered, my voice quiet. So quiet, in fact, I wondered if I wanted to be heard at all. “Are you awake?”

Nothing.

I waited for a long time.

Just when I was about to give up, he answered. “Yeah…”

“Hey,” I said, trying to keep my voice friendly and free from lust, a ridiculous idea considering I had still not lifted my head from his lap, not wanting to ruin the intimacy of being so close to his cock. “I’m sorry I fell asleep on you,” I whispered.

“It’s okay…”

I nodded gently, the simple act of inclining my head slightly bringing my bottom lip so close to the tip of his cock that he must have been able to feel the warmth of it.

“Should I…move?” I whispered.

“It’s up to you,” he said, but I could hear the disappointment in his voice. “Not if you don’t want to. It feels kind of nice…”

“Okay,” I said, replaying the word over and over again in my mind. Nice. Me, asleep on him, my skirt up, my ass out. Nice. My big breasts pressed against his legs. Nice. His cock, hard and throbbing and inches from my mouth.

With my heart now hammering against my ribcage, I decided to push it even further. I slowly stuck out my arms in a pretend stretch that turned into a real stretch (I had been asleep, after all), my mouth opening wide in a yawn. As I made the yawning noise, I brought my head forward slightly so that the tip of his cock was within the cavity of my mouth, my lips pressed against the fabric that tented the surrounding area. It lasted only a second or two, but he must have been able to feel it, or at least the implication of it, and as I pulled my head back to rest it back on his tummy, I also draped my arm across him, leaving my forearm resting approximately where I thought his balls would be.

Leo didn’t say anything, but I thought I heard him breath a little heavier, and he moved his hips upward again. Just a little. Offering his cock to me.

At least, that’s what it felt like. Maybe I was imagining it. Maybe he was just being a good friend and I was being a total slut. It was so hard to know. All that I really knew for sure was that the feeling of having my best friend inside my mouth, even through his shorts, even just for the short second it lasted, had felt exhilarating and wrong and exciting and fucking hot.

I needed to find out for sure.

“Leo?” I said. My voice was a whisper. “Is it okay?”

“Is what okay?” he said. The room was still dark, our breathing was still quiet, and my best friend's cock was still only a few centimeters from my mouth, covered by his shorts. I hadn’t bothered to pull my skirt back down, and I knew he could see at least some of my ass.

“Is it okay if I go back to sleep here?” I said, yawning again. “It’s really comfortable.”

I pushed my arm down slightly as I said it, and the effect was instant and unbelievably fucking hot, his cock jumping up in his shorts, the size and weight of it causing a little slap sound against his skin when it came back down against his tummy.

“Yeah…” he said, grunting slightly as he spoke. “You can just…relax…”

I smiled then. He didn’t see it—my head was still angled downward, very much aimed directly at his cock—but I wondered if he could feel it against his skin; his best friend grinning at the thought of ‘relaxing’ on his throbbing cock.

“Thank you,” I whispered. “You’re such a sweet guy. You’re always looking out for me.”

That's when I did it.

I delivered the friendliest, sweetest, lingering kiss to him, the one that a million women have used to thank a million sweet guys—lips pursed, cheeks sucked in, eyes closed.

Only I delivered this one to the head of his cock.

“Ah,” I sighed, snuggling up to him. “Goodnight, Leo.”

He must have been too stunned to speak, because he didn’t answer me. I resisted a second smile, instead rolling my head slightly and flicking my hair back onto his chest, placing my hand back across him.

Only this time, when I came to rest my hand, I placed it directly on his balls….

[As always, please let me know if you’d like to hear the rest because as much as writing it all out and reliving it turns me on, typing this stuff up is very time consuming, so It’s nice to know people wanna hear more!]

Dom had only come to drop off a parcel. His mom had ordered something for her friend and had asked him to run it over. Her daughter Layla opened the door chipper and friendly in her soft pyjama bottoms and a loose t-shirt. Looking like she'd been sat around the house and hadn't showered for a couple of days. Dom often saw her like this, she was a homebody who didn’t care to make an effort. She was cute in her own kind of way, but it was her fat, round ass and wide hips filling out her pyjama bottoms that always caught his eye. She’d sometimes catch him sneaking looks. Dom often wondered if she liked him, or if she was just this friendly with everyone.

They stood in the hallway talking for a bit. She was back from uni and not working. Neither was he. She asked if he had a girlfriend yet. He said no. He asked if she was still with her girlfriend from uni. She said she wasn’t. After a short silence she looked at him and asked, casually,

“You want to stay and chill?”

He said yes. On the surface he was just curious. Deep down he was already hoping for a quick nut.

He followed her upstairs, eyes fixed on the way her arse jiggled in the thin pyjama bottoms.

They stepped into her room and she turned to face him.

“It’ll be a little while till my parents are back.”

At that point Dom realised she wasn’t just bringing him upstairs as a friend.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a boy,” she said.

“Oh really,” Dom replied, trying to keep his cool.

“Maybe you can help me.” She stepped closer and slowly put her hand on his crotch, feeling him already getting hard. He didn’t kiss her. He just looked at her. She pulled her hand back a little and added, almost testing,

“wait I smell bad. I need to shower first.” she said self consciously

Dom lightly grabbed her wrist and pulled her close.

“I don’t mind. I like the way you smell.”

He kissed her neck.

That was enough. She climbed onto the bed on all fours, shifting until her fat, jiggly ass hung perfectly off the corner of the mattress. Soft little belly hanging. She looked back over her shoulder with a quiet, expectant face.

He stepped in behind her, grabbed the waistband of her pyjama bottoms with both hands and yanked them down hard and fast. Her fat arse jiggled from the sudden pull. The second the fabric cleared her cheeks she brought her knees together on her own, popping her arse out further and presenting her pussy.

He lowered himself to his knees, face level with her ass. From there he slowly spread her heavy cheeks apart with both hands. She was already soaking wet. He stayed like that for a moment, just breathing in the thick scent of her un-showered holes. The smell triggered something primal in him and made him rock hard almost instantly.

He couldn’t hold back any longer and buried his face in her ass. Tongue first between her fat stubbly pussy lips, then higher, tasting her ass while she stayed quietly moaned and squirmed, pushing back slightly against his mouth

His cock throbbed in his boxers and he couldn’t wait any longer. he stood, shoved his jeans down and eased his cock into her. Jacket still on. He lifted the bottom hem of his shirt into his mouth and held it there so it didn't obscure his view, then gradually he started fucking her. Each thrust built up in power, deep and controlled, her soft arse bouncing against him. Air escaped from her pussy, a short, wet, burst around his cock. Layla didn’t care and neither did Dom. In fact it turned him on even more.

As he fucked her the strong smell of sex filled the room. Her musty holes, the wet sounds, the heat of their bodies. It only made him more turned on. Without pulling out he shrugged the jacket off and threw it aside, then he fucked her harder. A minute later he dragged the shirt off over his head so nothing was left in the way, giving her the full strokes of his cock. Whilst pounding away, bouncing off her ass, he pressed his thumb into her asshole.

Periodically he would grab her ass, squeezing her soft heavy cheeks, before his hands slid to the contour of her hips and pulled her back onto him for more leverage. Heavy slaps of skin, her little belly swaying, her cheeks jiggling with every thrust. Every so often he would slow down, spread one of her ass cheeks with his hand and just let the thick aroma of her holes waft up as he pounded away, breathing it in before driving back into her. He angled her down slightly and fucked her in a downwards motion, using the new angle to drive even deeper.

Now and then he pulled his cock out completely, giving himself a short break, then plunged back in hard, pushing a pocket of air into her. He fucked that air out with steady strokes until explosive pussy fart's burst with each thrust. Every time he heard it his cock throbbed inside her.

Layla stayed on all fours in quiet ecstasy, taking the deep strokes. It was the first time in a long time she’d been fucked by a real cock, and she was simply enjoying the feeling of being used. Romantic sex was great, but Dom loved nothing more than the raw desire of simply using a girl to get his nut. Layla wanted nothing more than to be a tool used for his pleasure.

He felt a big orgasm brewing. He pulled her as tightly as he could by her hips and fucked her at maximum speed, slamming into her soft ass. When his balls finally started to empty he slowed, feeling the thick cum flow out of him in heavy pulses. His asshole twitched as he kept thrusting through it, shorter and deeper, working every last drop into her.

He stayed buried for a few seconds after the last spurt, then pulled out. A thick rope of cum mixed with her wetness stretched from the head of his cock to her open, messy cunt. One more quiet queef pushed a slow trickle of it down the inside of her thigh and onto the sheets. Dom stood there admiring the mess he’d made of her pussy.

Layla turned over and tugged her pyjama bottoms back up over the mess.

“We need to do that again sometime,” she said.

Dom was already pulling his jeans up and getting dressed, post-nut clarity settling in. He knew this could get complicated fast if her family saw him. He still wanted to do it again, but right now he needed to leave.

He held Layla’s face as she sat on the bed, leaned in and gave her a kiss.

“I’ll message you,” he said.

And before she knew it he was gone.

Her pussy was pulsing in the best way and all she could think about was the next chance they'd get to do it all over again.

On the way home he couldn’t help lifting his hands to his face. smelling the thick scent of her holes still on his fingers. It made him hard all over again.

“Urgh,” Alex groans as he opens the hotel room door and sees what’s inside. It’s exactly as you’d expect, but exactly what he didn’t want to see.

It was a bog-standard budget hotel room. Hard wearing carpet, off white walls and worst of all, a king size bed. The guy at reception had told us it was almost certainly set up as a double, not a twin room, but he couldn’t be sure.

“I’ll go see if they can change it for us.” He says resignedly, turning to leave.

“Don’t bother,” I say, stopping him, “I’m happy enough to share if you are. I just want to sleep.”

“If you’re sure,” he says trudging into the room, dumping his bag on the ground with a thud, “It’s probably too late anyway.”

He was right, it was nearly 1am, we were supposed to have been home, and in our own beds hours ago. We had spent the last four days at an academic conference. Professor Robinson had disappeared off home two days ago, leaving me and Alex to attend the amazingly dull seminars and ‘networking events’ in his stead. The perks of being our supervisor I suppose.

Our flight home was meant to be early evening and was already half an hour delayed when we got to the airport. By the time we had got through security, it was an hour and a half late and only got more and more delayed. Eventually, the airline evidently gave up on the charade and cancelled it entirely.

Fortunately for us two poor grad students, the airline got us seats on the next flight tomorrow afternoon and would provide us with a hotel room for the night. Unfortunately, because our tickets were on a single booking, they’d only pay for one room.

It was after midnight when we finally arrived at the hotel, and neither of us was really in much of a mood to argue with the receptionist when he told us they were fully booked. Besides, it wouldn’t really have been worth it. I was exhausted, and knew I’d be asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. I was sure Alex was just as tired as I was.

We both get changed and climb in to our own side of the bed. It’s a bit weird seeing Alex in just his t shirt and boxer shorts, but I don’t really pay much mind to it in the moment, but I have a feeling the image is going to be burnt into my mind. This wasn’t the way I’d ever envisioned myself sharing a bed with Alex, but it didn’t matter, I just want to sleep.

“Goodnight, Jess” Alex mutters, switching off the light and the room plunges into darkness.

“Night, Alex” I reply. I can already feel my eyes getting heavy, it’s not long before I’m dead to the world.

My next thing I’m aware of is an unknown number of hours later, I’m barely conscious, it takes an inordinate amount of strength to open my eyes a crack. The room is dark, a slight glow is coming through the curtains, but it’s obviously streetlights so still the middle of the night. My arms and legs feel almost impossibly heavy from the tiredness.

The weight of the duvet and the hand resting on my hip are comforting, I shuffle back a smidgen, enjoying the heat of the body pressed against my back. It’s been a while since I’ve spooned with anyone, I hadn’t realised how much I’ve missed it.

Letting my eyes fall closed, I feel sleep start to take me once again when a bolt of adrenaline shot though my body. In my half conscious stupor I’d completely forgotten who I was sharing the bed with.

My first instinct is to throw myself away from him, but I hesitate for an instant as Alex’s hand moves. Sliding off my hip and coming to a rest on my stomach. His fingertips have slid ever so slightly under the hem of my top too, feeling hot where they’re touching my bare skin.

My heart rate spikes, but I try and control my breathing, and try and think about it logically. I’m still on my side of the bed, so he must have come to me. This actually feels quite nice and Alex is quite attractive, even if I’ve never really looked at him in that way before. Plus, we’re both single, so there’s no problem there.

I decide to enjoy the situation I’ve found myself in. I can hear Alex’s slow breathing and can feel his chest moving slightly against my back. I shuffle about slightly to get more comfortable and Alex’s hand moves again, this time slipping further under my top, his full palm on my stomach now.

There’s not much more room for him to move it up until we’re in dangerous territory. Thinking about that a flush of heat surges out from my crotch and washes over my body, sending pins and needles tingling down my fingers. I need to move them.

I open and close my left hand a few times to try and get the feeling back into it, but the other I carefully move, carefully placing it on the fabric of my top, just over where Alex’s hand is.

‘It’s to stop him from moving it any further up’ some part of my mind adds unprompted. Another part recognises that thought for what it is. An excuse.

I close my hand around his a little, applying as little pressure as I can.

Just as I do that, Alex breathes in sharply and I feel the muscles in his arm tense.

I feel his body pull away from mine and he tries to pull his hand away but I grip just a little harder. He hesitates for an instant, I’m not gripping too hard that he won’t be able to pull his arm free, but he must realise I’m awake as well.

“Oh my God, Jess” he whispers from behind me, “I’m so sorry.”

He tries to pull the arm away again, but I squeeze my hand again, just a little tighter this time.

“Don’t,” I say, grogginess slurring the word, “stay, it’s nice.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, sounding somewhat more awake than me.

“Yeah”

“Uhh, Okay,” he says, settling back in behind me, though definitely not as closely as before. I scooch back towards him and feel the warmth of his body press against mine again. I feel something pressing into my butt too. It takes me a moment in my half awake state to realise what it is.

It’s his dick. My body’s instant reaction is to dump a surge of adrenaline flushing through my bloodstream, culminating in a slight warmth in my crotch. I’m not in the most comfortable position either, I just need to adjust myself slightly, but stay motionless for the moment.

I wait for as long as I can before the urge to move gets too much and I have to shift my hips slightly, feeling Alex’s bulge rub across my ass through the thin fabric sending another rush of warmth through my body.

A few seconds later, Alex moves. My heart jumps. That was definitely on purpose. I take a few breaths and push my hips back again. A few seconds later, his shifts about in turn, I resist the urge to move instantly, but don’t wait too long.

This time Alex doesn’t wait. He pushes his hips back against me much more forcefully than before. There’s no doubt now.

This back and forth continues, each time the bulge in his underwear gets a little larger and a little firmer until he’s grinding his now very obvious erection against me.

My heart is pounding now and I’m working hard to keep my breathing under control. Each movement of our hips had sent a wave of warmth rolling over my body. I can feel the his hot breath on the back of my neck, he’s feeling it too.

Alex’s hand is still resting on the bare skin of my stomach, he’s not tried to move it since he woke up. My grip has loosened slightly so I gradually slide my hand down, grabbing his wrist and pulling his hand up to my chest while at the same time pushing my hips back into his as hard as I can.

As soon as he touches my breast he closes his hand around it squeezing it quite forcefully. I’m completely unable to stifle the gasp that results and in response Alex tightens his grip a little more.

The pressure inside my chest is now fighting against the pressure outside and it feels hard to breath without almost gasping. Every movement of Alex’s hand on my breast sends a tendril of pleasure from my chest to my crotch.

Alex pulls his face close to me and kisses the exposed skin at the base of my neck, my skin tingles where his lips touch me. He slides his other arm under my neck and wraps it around me, completely embracing me.

His other hand slides down my body, at first I think he’s heading for my crotch. I shift my legs a little in anticipation, but instead he grabs the hem of my pyjama top, lifting it up. I’m almost disappointed, until he grabs my other boob, squeezing it in turn.

I try to reach around behind myself to try and grab him. He’s pressing himself against me too tightly, so I have to make do with groping at his ass, but it’s an awkward position.

One of Alex’s hands leaves my breast, tracing his way back down my stomach, stopping at my pyjama bottoms, one finger hooked just under the elasticated waistband, gently stroking the skin underneath.

“Can I?” He asks, millimetres from my ear, his voice sending a shiver through my body.

“Yes” I gasp out. My whole universe has collapsed down to this one bed, it’s all I want right now.

His hand slides into my pyjama bottoms and into my underwear. I twist my hips slightly, opening my legs a little as I do so and his hand continues to slip downwards.

“Holy shit, you’re soaked,” he says as his fingers finally reach their destination.

“Yeah...” I say, before being cut off by the electric burst of pleasure as they gently caress my pussy.

Now we’re in a slightly better position, I’m able to move my own hand to Alex’s crotch in turn. My hand finds his dick through the fabric of his boxer shorts.

The same instant my hand starts to close around his bulge, his finger finds my clitoris. The gentle touch of his finger is like a bolt of lightning, every muscle in my body tightening. My hand grabs his dick quite forcefully and I feel him flinch a little.

“Sorryahh” I say, trying to apologise as his finger traces its way back across my clit and a wave of relaxation washes over me.

Alex doesn’t say anything, just lets his finger reverse direction again, sending more ripples of pleasure through my body. I try to stroke my hand up his dick, but the tight material of his boxer shorts prevents me from getting a good grip on him.

I figure that he has his hand in my underwear, so probably won’t mind mine in his, I slide my hand up and under his, wrapping my hand around him. His skin feels warm and firm. Mentally gauging his size. Definitely above average, but not massive. I start to think about what he’d feel like as I carefully move my hand up and then down his length.

I can feel Alex’s finger movement stuttering as I stroke him. I know exactly how he feels, it’s taking all my concentration not to dissolve into the pleasure, and I’m sure it’s the same for him. But my hand’s movement is quite restricted.

I pull my hand out of his boxers and start to push them down, but it’s an awkward position. He gives a hand and pushes them down further and I feel him kick them off. Unfortunately, the hand he used to help me was the one that was in my underwear.

I feel his fingers at the waistline of my pyjamas again, I take the hint and push them down and wriggle out of them before wrapping my hand around his cock once more and his fingers slide between my legs once more.

There’s only one way that I want this to end now. It takes a few deep breaths to get the words out. “Fuck me.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, his fingers al but stop their movement.

Is he really questioning this now?! “Yes.”

I shuffle over a little, away from the edge of the bed, Alex throws the duvet back and gets up on his knees. He swings a leg over, his knee sinking slightly into the mattress between my legs. I feel them move almost by themselves, my knees pull up and I open them for him. Even that simple action sends another wave of warmth over my body. My crotch is aching from the anticipation of what’s to come.

My heart is beating so hard I’m convinced he can hear it, every pulse thumps in my ears. I’ve honestly never been this excited for sex in my life. I feel the heat of his body as he comes closer, then a slight pressure on my pussy. Some instinct makes me open my legs a little more, but there’s no need.

Time seems to slow down and I start to become hyperaware of every sensation. The pressure on my builds and builds as Alex pushes his dick into me, then dissolves away as he slides into me.

I moan as I feel myself stretch slightly to accept him, I’ve given up trying to be quiet. It takes too much concentration and I want to savour every second of this. I push my hips towards his and feel him slide deeper inside.

Alex pulls back slightly, then pushes in again, going even deeper this time. He moves his hips slowly, each thrust slightly deeper until I can feel him all the way inside me.

Alex reaches down and pushes my top up again. His red hot palm groping my breast again, squeezing in time with his thrusts. Each one I try and anticipate with my own hip movements, eventually we fall into sync, Alex pushing himself into me as I push my hips into his.

Each thrust feels like bliss. He’s the prefect size for me. Big enough that I can really feel him as he pushes into me, but not too big that it’s sore.

He leans down, planting a kiss on my neck again as I wrap my arms around him. Our bodies are pressed together. I can feel the heat of his body, the muscles in his back tighten under my palms. I hear his heavy breathing and feel it on my neck.

It’s at this point that I realise that I haven’t actually kissed him yet. Twisting my head to the side I kiss blindly. First one landing on his cheek, the second on his nose, but the third one hits the mark. Our lips meet then an instant later our tongues meet, I lift a hand up to hold his head in place.

Our tongues roll over each other as Alex starts to pick up the pace. Every thrust sending a shockwave of ecstasy through my body. We’re forced to break the kiss so we can actually breathe. I try to tell Alex how good this feels but all that comes out of my mouth is incomprehensible gasps and moans.

Alex seems to catch the jist of it though, and slows ever so slightly but now uses every thrust to really push his hips into me and use all of his length. I feel him slip out of me as he pulls his hips back, then feel every muscle tense in his back as he stifles a grunt.

It’s the sensation of the hot streaks landing on my stomach that tells me he’s cum. I tighten my arms around his body and kiss him again, as he practically collapses off me.

We lie there panting for breath for what feels like hours, the tiredness not seeping back into my body. I finally muster up the energy to get out of bed and get cleaned up.

“You didn’t have to pull out, you know.” I tell him as I return to bed, snuggling up to him, our still hot skin touching once again.

“Sorry,” he says, “You didn’t say and it sort of snuck up on me.”

“Well, you’ll know for next time.”

“Next time?” he asks, sounding confused.

“Wellll,” I say, dragging out the word, “Our flight’s not until two...” I leave the rest unsaid.

“Yeah... Oh!” he says, finally catching the implication.

Obscene sounds fill my bedroom. You might be wondering how I ended up here, bent over the foot of the bed with my swollen pussy dripping down my thighs. Every slap of skin on skin sends droplets flying - I’ve never been this wet before. Hell, I’ve never been this hot, swollen or insatiable before.

I peak around to the mirror on my bedroom wall to catch a glimpse of the show - thick, muscled thighs bob in and out of my view as he thrusts in and out of my needy pussy. This wasn’t how I expected today to go.

This morning started like any other day - I got up, stumbled through my apartment half asleep, opening up the sliding glass door to let my dogs out. Standing on the patio, facing another row of apartments, I realize a bit too late that my robe had fallen open, putting 90% of my breasts on show. On show for him.

The apartment across from me had been vacant for some time. But today, with my nipples erect and exposed to the morning chill, my neighbors sliding glass door squeaked open. My new neighbor. My SEXY new neighbor. He steps out into the chill, shirtless in grey sweats. Beneath those sweatpants, something demanded my attention. Something that appeared to be massive. I drag my eyes up to his, only to find them locked on my now fully exposed tits. When I made no move to cover myself, he took a few tentative steps across the lawn between our apartments.

As he drew near, I slowly pulled the silk robe down my shoulders, exposing more of myself to any of my neighbors who happened to be around this morning. Stepping backwards into the haven of my home, I dropped the robe to the ground, letting my gaze wander down his toned body to the large tented area in the front of his sweats as he met me inside.

Without a word, we clashed together in a passionate kiss, his hands locking onto my breasts, twisting and flicking my nipples in ways that sent sensations straight to my clit. This is really happening. I’m really doing this. I’m fucking my sexy new neighbor before even asking his name.

I backed up, grabbing the top of his sweatpants to guide him backwards with me. We stumbled to my still-warm bed and collapsed upon it, he wrapped one strong arm around my back and tucked me up against his body as his mouth worked its way down my jaw. An achingly slow seduction.

I closed my eyes as my head rolled back, arching my tits to meet his lips. He softly bites one nipple, pulling it gently before rolling his tongue over in circles that have me reach for my own pussy. I need contact. NOW. Suddenly, he grabs my wrist, fingers hovering over my wet, aching pussy. “Allow me” he whispers in a husky voice that has my knees going weak. He holds me by my wrists as he finger fucks me against the bed. Slowly at first, responding to every moan and shudder I release. He drives my pleasure higher and higher, taking me to new levels. I’m about to lose control and cum all over his hands when he yanks his fingers out, grabbing a fistful of my ass and squeezing as his mouth flys to my clit. Quickly, his other hand is back inside me, my thighs supported by his shoulders as I come apart on his face.

As I come back to myself, my breathing ragged, the handsome stranger stands, bringing me with him. As I taste myself on his wet lips, he sinks his cock into my pussy is one intense moment. I cry out, my hand flying to cover my mouth and hide my obscene moans from reaching my waking neighbors.

“Let me hear you” he grinds out as he lifts my ass up off his dick, hovering at my entrance. “Do you agree?” He asks, waiting for my buy in. Fuck it. “Yes” I gasp, followed quickly by the reward of his glistening cock. Each thrust drives me higher and higher, another orgasm looming over me. As my cries get louder, the sounds of our bodies filling the apartment, he grinds my clit against the base of his thick cock. I see stars. I cum again, harder and longer than before. My pulsating pussy demands a reward, which he grants as thick ropes of cum fill me. I grind against his softening dick until he gently lays me back on my bed. I lay in a daze, waiting for this man to quietly leave for his own apartment. But he doesn’t. Even as my nerves twitch in overstimulation, he drags his fingers through the cum leaking out of my satisfied hole.

Slowly he pumps two fingers back inside me. “I can’t” I begin to protest, exhausted and ready to go back to bed already. “Trust me” he breaths in my ear, sliding a warm palm over my sensitive nipple. I nod, ready to accept what pleasure he needs to share. He fucks me with his fingers slowly, lazily. Each pump drives me closer to a point of no return. A point where I become his. My orgasm crashes through me, a primal rhythm filling my body. He draws my climax out this time, until my legs shake and I still his hand. Heavy breathing is all that remains between us. Without a word, he gets up, tucks his cock back in his pants, smiles at me, and walks back through the patio door to his.

I’m definitely doing that again.