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With my head down against the floor and the lower half of my body naked and exposed, I couldn’t believe where I was. My little pleated tennis skirt was now so far up my body that it had bunched around my hips, and my complete lack of panties meant that Matt–one of my closest friends and de facto tennis teacher–could see everything.

Was I dreaming?

Or had I really done something this slutty?

“Nearly got it…” I called, my arm under the gap in the wall, my hand wrapped around the ball, my heart racing as I pretended to search for it, my pussy and ass completely spread for him.

The longer I held the pose, the faster my heart was beating, and my head was starting to swim with slutty thoughts.I wished he was behind me at that moment, placing his palm between my legs and gently pushing his fingers inside me.

I felt my throat go dry and my nipples harden.

Fuck, I needed something to suck. Badly.

“Got it,” I called, opening my legs a little wider and popping my pussy out as much as I possibly could, giving him one final view before standing up and smoothing down my skirt.

Matt’s face was priceless.

His mouth was slightly open, his eyes were wide, and his skin was crimson; the latter I presumed was more than just the result of the exercise. He wasn't just looking at me, either; he was staring, his gaze fixed on my hips as if he could see right through the thin fabric of the skirt.

I bounced the ball on the court, the sound sharp and loud in the sudden silence. “What?”

“Sarah…” he said. “You know you’re…not…um…” He trailed off.

“What?” I asked. “What’s wrong?”

He didn't answer. He just stood there, one hand still gripping his racket, the other hanging loosely at his side. And his shorts…oh god, his shorts. They were doing a terrible job of hiding his reaction. The fabric was stretched tight over a very obvious, very hard cock, pointing up and slightly to the left, straining against the material, a clear ridge outlining his length. Seeing it, seeing how hard I had made him, only made me want to push him further.

I walked to the net, my hips swaying with an exaggerated rhythm. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the white tape, knowing the position pushed my ass out behind me. The skirt hem barely covered anything now.

"You seem distracted," I said, my voice low. "Something on your mind?"

His eyes darted from my face down to my chest. "No. I’m good…”

"Good,” I smiled, pretending his erection wasn’t obvious. Pretending I wasn’t thinking about trying to take it all inside me. Pretending I hadn't been thinking about him when I’d been on all fours.

That’s when I came up with my evil plan…

“Wanna work on my backhand?”

"Sure," Matt said. He cleared his throat. "Yeah, what did you want to–"

“I’ll come around,” I said, already starting my journey, my hips swaying. I stopped in front of him and turned my back to him, bending slightly at the waist. "Okay, show me what I'm doing wrong," I said, holding my racket limply.

He took a deep breath, and I watched his chest rise and fall. "Right," he said, his voice a little steadier. "So, you want to stand sideways to the net, like this.”

“I can’t see you,” I said, looking back over my shoulder. “Come and show me.”

He moved to stand behind me, and I felt a fresh wave of heat wash over my body. He was close now, and I knew my horniness was taking over.

"Okay," he said, his voice right next to my ear. "Just...relax. Let me guide you."

I sighed with pleasure and felt my legs relax slightly as I backed up into him. He placed his hands on my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh just above the hem of my skirt. "You're too stiff," he murmured, his breath hot against my neck. "You need to loosen up."

I leaned back into him further, and for the first time, I felt his hard cock press against my ass through the thin fabric of my skirt. "Like this?" I asked, my voice breathy.

"Yeah," he said, his voice strained. "Just...like that."

He adjusted his stance, his legs bracketing mine, and I could feel his entire length pressed against me. "Now, when you swing," he continued, his hands still on my hips. "You need to pivot your back foot and rotate your hips. Like this." He guided me through the motion, his hands pushing my hips forward and then around, and I ground my ass back against him, slowly and deliberately.

"Oh," I gasped, feigning surprise. "I see."

I could feel him getting harder, his cock straining against his shorts, pushing between my cheeks. I pressed back against him again, this time with a little more pressure, and I felt him throb.

"Is that right?" I asked, looking back at him over my shoulder. "Am I doing it right?"

"Y-yeah," he stammered, his hands tightening on my hips. "You're a...you're a natural."

I could feel the wetness between my legs. I wanted him to touch me, to slip his hands under my skirt and feel how wet I was for him.

"Again," he said. "Let's do it again."

I swung the racket again, and as I pivoted, I ground my ass against him fully now, a slow, circular motion that took me from the base of his cock to the tip.

“Sometimes,” I said, my breath coming fast and hot now, my inhibitions far in the metaphorical rear-view mirror. I slowly slid my hands up my thighs, still gyrating my hips, until my fingers reached my pleated skirt. “I just wish someone would show me what to do…”

I continued to lift my hands, taking the skirt with me, slowly pulling it upward, revealing my thighs, my hips, my ass. Suddenly I was naked from the waist down, my body pressed against his.

“Like…” I was breathing heavily now. “Really showed me what to do, you know? Just…took charge of the situation…”

Behind me, I felt Matt pull down his shorts, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I was going to get exactly what I deserved…

The AΠΓ Sorority House

Chapter 7: The Alumnae BBQ Auction

“Where the hell have you been!?” Mina called to me as I neared the bonfire.

Darkness had fallen completely over the AΠΓ Sorority Alumnae BBQ while I had been inside. Groups of women were surrounding the tremendous blaze in every direction, drinks in hand. The night had remained warm, which meant that most were still only wearing the swimsuits they had been in all day. The reflection of the yellow and red flames danced off their sweaty, sticky bodies in the most delightful way.

“I bet Missy was giving him a nice preview of what he’d be getting later this summer! Wasn’t she?” Angela teased.

“She never was a patient one,” Leanne chuckled. It dawned on me that they were probably all pretty familiar to each other, both from their days in school and from all of the alumnae events in the years since.

“Yeah, she was certainly eager,” I said without giving too much away.

“Why don’t you grab a drink and join us,” Leanne suggested.

“We were going to play a some beer pong. Want to join? You think you take a bunch of old ladies?” Mina taunted as I pulled a fresh beer from a nearby cooler.

I realized the table and cups had been set up behind them, visible in the dark only by the light of the bonfire. “You’re on, but I get a partner at least, right?”

“Fine, you pick,” she agreed grumpily.

“Well, I choose you,” I replied, a teasing grin spreading on my face.

“Ugh. Well we better not lose,” she snapped back with a roll of her eyes. “We’re going to take you down, losers,” she jeered at Angela and Leanne as I started to fill the cups with beer.

“So, Jack, how have the ladies of the house been treating you during your first week? What sort of things have you gotten up to?” Mina asked coyly while I went about my business.

“It’s been amazing so far. They’ve all been really good to me, for the most part.” I took a sip of the remaining beer left after I poured our cups.

“Have they done a good job of keeping your dick wet?” she asked simply, as if asking me about the weather. I nearly spit out my drink.

“Oh. Umm. Yeah. Yeah, I guess they have,” I sputtered, taken aback by her question.

“Good. Good. I heard they had a tough time handling you at the Lipstick Derby this year. Usually it just ends in a tie when several of the ladies can just easily take it all, but of course it’s based on the size our live-in. You must really be packing.” Despite the darkness, I was standing close enough to her that I could see her meaningfully glance down towards my crotch. The speedo didn’t hide much so I was sure she already had a pretty good idea of what I was working with.

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” I teased.

“So what are the stakes?” Angela asked from the other end of the table. “We can’t just play for fun!”

“How about every time one team makes a cup, someone from the other team has to take off a piece of clothing?” I suggested, excited about the prospect of seeing these three gorgeous women naked.

“No, that’s stupid,” Leanne said. “We’re already barely wearing any clothes. We’d all be naked before we’re halfway through the round.”

“Oh. Yeah. Duh,” I said sheepishly, embarrassed at my poor judgment.

“Better stakes — the losing team has to do whatever the winning team wants for an hour after the round,” Angela proposed.

“Oh, hell yeah. You two are so done! Only ten cups stand between us and getting boss you around; shouldn’t be a problem,” Mina taunted. “Remind me how this usually starts, Jack.”

“Teams go ‘eye to eye’ to see who goes first,” I answered without even having to think about it.

“That’s right. Ok Angela, eye to eye,” Mina said, holding up the ping pong ball and staring into Angela’s eyes.

To my surprise, the shots of both women expertly arced towards the triangle of cups, now filled with beer, and dropped into the center cup on each respective side. I had figured that they might be a bit out of practice, but perhaps I was wrong.

I grabbed the ping pong ball and stepped up to the table, my gaze meeting Leanne’s. Without being able to actually look at my target, the shot was difficult, but I had a lot of practice over the last couple years. My shot easily fell into the closest cup while Leanne’s went wide.

“Let’s go, Jack! Fuck yeah!” Mina shouted competitively, giving me a high five. She seemed quite keen on winning.

Angela bounced the balls back to us and we both made our attempts. I made mine, but Mina missed. I was admittedly rather proud to be showing off for the ladies, even if only in a stupid game.

As Leanne drank the first cup of beer and Angela took her shot (it missed), Mina softly asked me, “So how many of these lovely ladies have you fucked so far?”

This time, I was more ready for her questions, but it was still a bit jarring for this older woman to be so brazenly asking about my sexual history.

I thought for a second, trying to count up my opportunities. “Six or seven, I think.”

“Very nice. You must have a lot to offer if you’re getting so much action.”

“I’ll let you be the decider of that a little later,” I teased, matching her flirtatious energy.

“Oh, you’re a naughty boy,” she replied with a smile, her hand casually finding my ass and giving it a squeeze in the dark.

Leanne had made her first shot so I grabbed the cup and chugged. One thing that I loved about the AΠΓ house was that they always kept things high quality, including the beer, which was rather strong. It wasn’t the normal trash my friends would normally use for something like this.

As the match progressed, Mina and I continued flirting while Angela and Leanne conspiratorially whispered to one another. The score remained fairly even. We’d make a cup, and they’d answer. Then they’d both make theirs, get their balls back, and make another. It went back and forth until we each had one cup left.

Leanne drained her shot, her ball landing in the middle of the their final cup, and started cheering.

“Wait a minute. As long as Angela misses, we get a chance at rebuttal,” I challenged.

“No chance she makes it! She’s only made two out of the other nine!” Mina ribbed.

Unfortunately for us, Angela’s shot hit the rim of the cup and dropped right in with Leanne’s. The game was over.

“Fuck!” Mina groaned with frustration as Leanne and Angela jumped around in celebration. Considering the buzz that I was feeling from the alcohol, I could only assume that the exuberant hoots were amplified by their mild inebriation.

“Fuck,” I spat, in genuine disbelief that they won. “What do you think they’ll have us do?” I asked Mina who looked like she might have been running hotter than the bonfire.

“Knowing them, you’re in for a treat and I’m in for some punishment,” Mina said.

——————

Once Leanne and Angela had finally calmed down, they insisted that we all march up to my penthouse room. They seemed to have a plan in mind for what we would be doing under their control.

“Mina, you will be remain seated on that chair in the corner. If you behave, we may allow you to participate later. Your clothes must remain on, and you are not to touch yourself,” Leanne instructed. She apparently enjoyed the authoritarian role.

“Fuck. This is my worst nightmare,” Mina said, plopping down into the comfortable seat, a massive frown etched across her face.

“And for you, Jack, you’ll be eating a little of Leanne’s dessert. Her husband has not been keeping up with his spousal duties and she is long-overdue for some tender love and care. Leaving me to explore as I see fit,” Angela said with a smug grin.

Leanne joyfully jumped up on the edge of the bed and had her one-piece swimsuit off before I even fully understood what was going on. Her legs split open to reveal a very pretty, entirely hairless pussy with thick black lips and a little pink peaking through her folds. It shined with wetness as she grabbed her knees and pulled her legs up and away from her body.

Not one to waist a moment, I stood near the bed, bent at the hips, and brought my mouth to her dripping vulva.

“Mhmmmmm,” she purred as I gently sucked on her labia. I could taste a slight saltiness, the sweat of the day adding flavor to her soggy slit. I slid my tongue in between her lips and darted into her vagina.

“Yes, eat that married pussy,” I heard Mina call out from her spot.

Suddenly I felt extra tension on the material of my speedo, which had already strained to its limit with my cock at full mast. I looked down to find that Angela had slid in between my legs, and was tugging on the waistband of the speedo, no easy feat in its stretched out form. Yet, she succeeded. “Mmhm. I can’t wait to have some fun with this,” she commented as the swimsuit hit the floor.

I returned my attention to Leanne’s neglected pussy. My tongue found her clit as I kissed around it gently. “Yes, yes, yesssss,” she groaned.

Meanwhile, Angela had begun exploring my cock with her own lips and tongue. It all felt wonderful.

I slipped a finger into Leanne’s pussy, only increasing the volume of her moans. “God, you’ve already got me so close,” she panted. “That’s how you know it’s been far too fucking long.”

I kept my tempo as I rubbed my digits inside of her and swirled my tongue around her clit, careful not to disrupt her pleasurable flow. It was difficult to maintain focus when Angela eagerly took me into her mouth and aggressively started sucking, but I did my best.

“Oh my god!” Leanne yelped. Even though it had only been a couple of minutes, she was already coming. Her hands gripped the back of my head, pulling me deeper into her. “Oh my god!” she cried again. “Oh my god! Oh my god! OH MY GODDDDDD!”

Her hips thrust up into the air, taking my face along for the ride. In doing so, she pulled me further onto the bed, which meant Angela’s face was pinned against the mattress with my cock down her throat. But I heard no sounds of complaint.

Leanne’s climax ripped through her. Her hand still pressing my face into her pussy as it pulsed with the waves of her orgasm. The walls of her vagina expanded and contracted around my fingers. Her moans reverberated off the walls of my room; I was sure that the BBQ guests would be able to hear her out the open window.

Finally, after what had to be two full minutes of writhing and moaning, she released me from her grasp. ”Wow. That was … a lot. I’m sorry,” she gasped as tried to catch her breath.

I was finally able to retrieve my fingers from inside her and thus relieve Angela from her blowjob prison against the side of the bed. “Nothing to apologize for,” I consoled. “It sounds like you really needed it.”

“That I did. That I did,” Leanne said dreamily, crawling up to the top of the bed and dropping her head back onto my pillow, total relaxation enveloping her.

“Now it’s my turn,” Angela demanded, peeling her skimpy pink thong off quickly. Somewhere along the way she had already lost the top half of her swimsuit, exposing large round jugs—I briefly wondered if they were medically enhanced. Her body was a true sight to behold. Despite age doing it’s best to affect her beauty, she maintained an extraordinarily fit figure that matched her beautiful face and blonde hair. “I need that cock in me right now. We can skip the formalities.”

She rolled into the spot that Leanne had just been occupying and assumed the same position: Ass on the edge of the bed and legs pulled up and out from her sides, her pussy wonderfully on display. Like Leanne, she appeared to already be quite moist. Above her clit, she kept her pubic hair in a sexy little blonde landing strip. I admired her for a moment before she ordered, “Fuck me, Jack.”

I dropped my dick on top of her lower abdomen before using her juices to slicken it up. I pressed the head against her slit as I looked up at her. She nodded with a hungry grin on her face. I pushed inside of her, already eliciting a moan. “Oh, Jack. Yes.”

Her eyes closed as I continued pushing my length into her warm, slippery hole. She gripped the bedsheets as she groaned, “Mhmmmmmmm. Goddd.”

Finally, I felt her pussy lips grip around the base of my cock as I bottomed out in her. “Fuck, Jack. You’re really big. But you feel amazing!”

“So do you!” I replied. I had heard that older women might have looser or drier pussies, but Angela’s was every bit as enjoyable as any I’d ever been inside.

“Now I need you to give it me. It’s been so long since I’ve had a proper fucking. I need it,” she pleaded, her appetite only growing more visceral.

I gave her what she wanted. I pulled out and then plunged back in. “Oh! Yes!” she yipped as I slammed my cock into the depths of her vagina. “Just like that,” she gasped breathily.

I grabbed around her thighs, lifted her off the bed slightly, and plowed back into her. Over and over and over again, each time resulting in some audible sign of her pleasure.

“Fuck, yes, Jack. You hear this, Mina? You could have been enjoying this if you had played better. And I’m sure it feels even more wonderful than it looks or sounds,” Angela taunted. It was certainly a turn-on to hear her brag about what I was doing to her. I glanced over at Mina to see her nearly snarling in frustration as she watched powerlessly.

I continued slamming myself into Angela for several more minutes until she spoke up. “I want to ride you, Jack. Lie down on the bed.”

I followed her direction as I dropped down onto the mattress beside her. Without skipping a beat, she flipped her leg up and over my hips and grabbed the base of my shaft again, lining me up with her.

She pushed her weight down onto me, impaling herself on my throbbing cock. “Oh fuuuuck,” I groaned as she pushed her ass against my hips. “That feels so good!” she said with a shiver, lifting herself back up, and plummeting back down with all her might.

As she gained a rhythm, I couldn’t help but start to lift myself up to meet her, our forcefully meeting creating a satisfying thwap with each repetition. I couldn’t quite explain it, but something about the way that she was moving her hips felt unlike anything I had ever felt before. I guess it paid to be with an experienced woman.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck!” she growled. “Fuck my pussy, Jack. Fuck my pussy!” With the encouragement, I redoubled my efforts to piston up inside of her, my balls now swinging wildly as they crashed up against her ass on every stroke.

“DON’T STOP! FUCK! FUCK! FUCKKKKKK!” Angela screamed as her orgasm erupted within her. But I did not let up. I continued to hammer away as she rode the waves of her pleasure, her vagina pulsating happily around my cock.

“Okay. Okay. Okayyy,” she gasped, signaling for me to slow down. “God, I miss the energy of young cock,” she sighed, rolling off of me and onto the bed as she basked in the aftershocks of her climax. “Leanne, you want a turn? He feels really fucking good.”

“Not for me. That’s the agreement with the hubs. He knows I like to have my fun, but no penetration. Unfortunately,” she replied with disappointment.

“What about me?” Mina squeaked from the chair. All three of us looked over. The woman that had appeared too cool and in control suddenly looked wrecked. Her hair was all over the place, her shorts on floor, both pieces of her red bathing suit askew. Like the toll of having to watch without participating was too much for her to bear. She appeared unwell.

“Yes. What about you,” Angela said appraisingly. “What would you like, Mina?”

“Could I … maybe … join?” She sounded desperate.

“Oh. I think in order to be released you’re going to have to be a lot more explicit than that. Tell me what you really want, Mina.” Authority emanated from Angela as she taunted her friend. To be honest, it was a little scary.

“I want Jack’s cock,” she whimpered.

“For what?” Angela continued to press.

“I want to get pounded like you got pounded. I want him to make me scream,” Mina said with slightly more confidence.

“That’s more like it. Bathing suit off. Up here on all fours,” Angela ordered, gesturing to the bed. They had fallen so easily and quickly into this dominant and submissive dynamic, it made me wonder if this was a role play that had carried out before.

I watched as Mina dropped her red bottoms and unleashed her big, light-brown tits from her top. Tan lines cut across both her breasts and her ass, making me want her even more for some reason. Her large boobs dangled as she assumed the requested position on her hands and knees.

“You know, I can’t take Jack’s dick, but I would like another tongue on my pussy,” Leanne chimed in, a smirk playing across her face as she opened her legs in front of Mina’s mouth.

I jumped on the bed and lined up behind Mina. “You ready for his fat dick?” Angela teased.

“Yes, please. Put it in me, Jack,” Mina pleaded, looking over her shoulder at me before dropping her face to Leanne’s crotch. Angela nodded at me as I rubbed my already-wet dick along her slit, moist from having to deny herself for so long.

I pushed in, making her groan into Leanne’s pussy. She briefly paused her licking, moaning, “Oh fuck yes. Fuck me, Jack.”

Her vagina was so slick that I met little resistance and could quickly pick up speed, thrusting into Mina as her ass rhythmically pushed back to meet me with each stroke. I couldn’t imagine that Leanne was getting much quality out of Mina’s tongue, but she seemed to be enjoying it nonetheless.

Then suddenly, I felt something on my balls. I looked down to see Angela had come up next to us and reached between my legs from behind to massage my sack. It felt lovely to feel Mina’s sweet pussy grabbing my dick in all the right ways while Angela pleasured me with her hands.

Meanwhile, she reached around underneath Mina from the other side and seemed to working her clit, making Mina grow even louder. She moaned into the inside of Leanne’s thigh, no longer able to care for her friend’s needs. In turn, Leanne had taken over her own handiwork, too caught up in it all to complain about Mina’s inattentiveness.

On the whole, we were working up quite a cacophony as we all expressed the sounds of our sexual satisfaction. The only question left was who would be the first to come. With Angela’s tantalizing touch, I certainly knew my own climax was on its way as I continued hammering away. But it was Mina who began howling uncontrollably.

“HOLY! … FUCK! … ANGELA! … JACK!” Each word violently escaping out of her like a gun shot, staccato and highly pressurized. “OH! OH! UNGGGGhhaaaaa!” she screamed as her orgasm finally granted the release that she had so desperately sought. Her ass and legs vibrated around my cock as I continued thrusting into her; Angela was similarly refusing to give up her work on Mina’s clit.

I wanted this to last forever, but before the ripples of Mina’s orgasm had even considered subsiding, I called out, “FUCK! I’m gonna come!”

“On my face, baby boy,” Angela said. With her ambidextrous attention to my balls and Mina’s pleasure button, her face had been positioned right beside Mina’s ass.

Before losing myself in Mina’s pussy entirely, I pulled out. Angela quickly moved her hand from my balls to my shaft and pumped like her life dependent on it, my cock pointed directly between her eyebrows.

“Unload on me, Jack. I want to wear your cum,” she requested.

“FUUUUUCK!” I groaned, really giving into the theatrics of the moment, and I began blasting my white hot seed all across Angela’s face. It covered her forehead, her nose, her cheeks, her chin. It felt like my cock had become the center of a supernova of sensitivity, exploding from within me and stretching out to every fiber of my being. “Ughhhhhh,” I moaned as she extracted my cum as comprehensively as she could, using some sort of new technique that I couldn’t describe.

My climax was so intense I only vaguely heard Leanne having an orgasm of her own. Mina had collapsed onto her inner thigh, reduced to providing moral support as she crumpled into the bed, stupefied by her pleasure.

“Holy fuck,” I gasped as I looked down at Angela’s cum-covered face. “You look beautiful,” I said, only realizing afterward it might not be the most flattering of comments.

“Why thank you,” she replied with a smile. “This is my favorite shade of make-up, actually,” she joked. “But I better go get it out of my hair before it clumps.”

She hopped up cheerfully and traipsed over to the bathroom. I enjoyed watching her ass jiggle as she walked away. I dreamily fell into the bed next to the other two women who were finally starting to rebound in the wake of their climaxes.

“What do you think, Mina? Does he measure up to our Jack?” Leanne asked. It took me a moment before I remembered that they had talked about the live-in when they were undergrad residents in the house. Their live-in was also named Jack.

“Oh I definitely think so. Our Jack had a nice cock, but I don’t think he knew how to use it like this young man. And by the looks of it, he’s also much more skilled with his tongue,” Mina replied.

“Most certainly,” Leanne agreed.

“Yeah, I’d fuck this Jack over ours every day of the week,” Angela chimed in, having returned from washing up. My cum had disappeared from her lovely face and it appeared that she successfully removed it from her hair as well.

“I’d guess he’s probably got a pretty good chance at the Live-In Games this week, don’t you?” Mina asked her friends.

“The other guys don’t have a chance!” Angela concurred as Leanne nodded in approval.

“What are the Live-In Games?” I asked, feeling like it was probably something I should be aware of.

“They haven’t told you about the Games yet?! Don’t they start on Monday?!” Leanne said in surprise. I shook my head—this was the first I was hearing of it.

“Well, all six of the sororities each have a Live-In this summer,” Mina said. I nodded, but only because I thought that I should know that. In fact, I had never even considered that other sororities might have some version of me. Though I’d guess they were probably less desperate for a roof over their heads when they applied for the position.

Mina went on: “The first week of summer, between when finals end and the summer term begins, all the sororities and live-ins compete in the Panhellenic Games, but we used to just call it the Live-In Games. There are points awarded for each event and the live-in with the most points at the end of the week wins a giant sum of money for the sorority that comes from a mystery donor. It’s tons of fun and a great chance for the sorority to get ahead financially for the upcoming school year.”

I started to picture trying to face off in decathlon style events with other dudes. I wondered how I might fare. I was pretty athletic and did work out every day, but I could only imagine that there were far more athletic men that might have been chosen by the other sororities.

“Yeah, with that dick, I’m thinking it might be our year!” Angela said excitedly. That comment broke me out of my musings as I could not comprehend how my penis could allow for greater athletic success.

“Wait. What?” I asked in bewilderment. “Is it not just like track and field events or something?”

All three of the women started cracking up, laughing at my earnest question. Clearly I had misunderstood something in a big way.

“No, silly,” Mina said with an eye roll. “It’s generally activities that include some sort of demonstration of your virility and sexual prowess with a little bit of wit, charm, and guile thrown in. You’ll do great!” she added encouragingly.

“I have no doubt,” Leanne said. “We’ll look forward to finding out the results.”

“Hear! Hear! I miss those shots from earlier,” Mina added. “I wish we had something to cheers with.”

“Well, if we head back down we can grab another round,” I suggested.

“I think I should probably get heading home, actually,” Leanne commented. “It’s getting late.”

“Oh wow! Yeah, me too!” Angela said, looking down at the time on her phone as she collected her clothes.

Mina looked at me meaningfully while the other women re-dressed. “Well I’m game. If you’re up for it, we could bring our refills right back up here, Jack. I think I need another round of that dick before it gets wasted on all these inexperienced sorority girls. I wouldn’t mind waking up in this bed again tomorrow morning for old time’s sake,” she said, a devilish grin spreading across her dark, freckled face.

I could feel the pavement cooking the soles of my shoes, and my shirt stuck to my back, a matted mess. Amy and Faith seemed immune to the 90-degree day, chattering away like kids. How had I let them talk me into this?

The last 24 hours had been a blur. The only thing clear in my mind were images of Amy. 

Amy. Her silhouette cutting through the midday sun in her kitchen. Her hand plunging into the front of her pajama bottoms, fingers working at a breakneck pace. Her pussy juice soaking through the thin fabric, painting an abstract fresco between her legs. My hand holding on to my cock for dear life, trying to stop myself from bursting at the sight. All the while knowing that the physical distance between us was the only thing keeping me from doing something much, much worse.

When I’d gotten off the phone with Amy, I’d realized Faith had texted me about sleeping over at my place that night. I was drowning in shame and rationalization. I texted her back immediately saying yes, and offered to cook her dinner.

She came straight over from work at 8 pm, and immediately climbed into my bed with her laptop. I stood at the stove, stirring garlic in a pan, trying to convince myself I was a good partner to her. But she seemed unconcerned either way–when I walked into my bedroom with her dinner, she was fast asleep with her computer still on her lap.

The next morning I’d tried to find a way to back out of the shopping the three of us had planned, but Faith had snapped at me that I was being flaky.

Her words circled around my head. “Amy’s been really lonely, Will. She needs more friends, people in her life she can rely on.”

I searched for a defense, but she continued. “Amy’s been there for me to an insane degree this year. And if she’s there for me, that benefits both of us. But if you make her feel like the two of you are only friends because she and I are friends, that’s gonna make her really sad.”

I’d just nodded. What else could I do?

Now it was late morning. The crowds on the street were locked in battle with the sun to see who could generate more heat. 

Faith was wearing a tank top and tight jean shorts that showed off her ass, but Amy was dressed even sluttier, if that was possible. She’d chosen a white blouse and ruffled schoolgirl skirt that seemed to turn the heads of every person who walked past. 

Together, Faith and Amy bounced through the throngs of people, sending my defensive instincts off the charts. The girls seemed oblivious as I scanned the crowd ahead. I started at the sound of Faith squealing.

“Oooo, this is CUTE.”

Faith and Amy had stopped in front of a thrift shop. Vintage clothes lined the windows, and the colors were genuinely beautiful. My film editor brain logged the storefront as a potential future location.

“We HAVE to try on some pieces!!” Amy shook Faith’s hand excitedly. 

I pulled the door open and we walked in to find a massive space that belied the six by six window in front. Inside, it was closer to a small warehouse, and I tried to wrap my brain around the optical illusion I’d just experienced.

The aisles hummed with the energy of fellow 20-somethings looking for something special on their day off. The girls skipped to a rack and cooed, smitten with the clothes. 

I wandered several feet behind them, relishing the A/C and the break from the masses outside. I was dubious there was anything here I could wear.

“William, LOOK at this.” Faith called over to me, holding up a dress up to Amy’s torso. It looked straight out of a brothel in the Old West.

I tried to keep my voice even. “That’s…that’s pretty cool.”

“OK, but wouldn’t she look SO hot in this?” Faith looked at me insistently. Amy’s eyes twinkled. I was trapped.

“Totally.” My jaw was set. 

“Oh, my gosh, you’re such a downer! Can you try to be enthusiastic?” she retorted.

Amy saw my expression and jumped in, “It’s OK, Faith. Honestly, I don’t think I’d buy this unless I had someone to absolutely rail me in it.” 

Faith giggled, but Amy’s eyes bored into mine and she sighed dramatically. “Alas…”

I tried to redirect the conversation. “Sorry, baby, I do think it’s really awesome! Are you gonna try on any stuff for yourself?”

“Obviously,” Faith rolled her eyes. “We’re just getting started!”

She grabbed my arm, draping the dress over it, and began flipping through the rack. Amy’s eyes flitted toward me, and she sidled over.

“I’m just gonna squeeze by you here, Will.” I backed up to make room for her and she slid in front of me, brushing her ass against my crotch. I tried to back up more, and she arched her back and bent her knees ever so slightly, somehow finding the bulge of my cock in my jeans, and rubbing down the length of it.

“Fuck!” I stumbled backwards catching myself on the rack behind me, and the horizontal metal pole bent under my weight.

Faith turned around. “William!” She snapped. “What are you doing??”

I tried to gather myself as Amy continued down the aisle to my left, glancing back at me with an eyebrow raised and that fucking smirk. “Tripped,” I muttered. Faith shook her head.

The next half hour continued much the same, with Faith and Amy piling more and more clothes into my arms. Every few minutes, Amy managed to find an excuse to brush past me, her hands finding my stomach or my upper thigh to help herself by. The aisles seemed to be getting steadily narrower as the clothes got heavier and my cock got harder.

Finally, mercifully, Faith announced, “I think we should hit the dressing rooms!”

The fitting rooms were all the way at the back of the store, a long hallway with doors lining either side. A bored looking associate with a septum ring counted our items, gave up halfway through, and walked us to two rooms across from each other at the far end of the hallway.

Faith and Amy each disappeared into one and I was left in the middle of the hallway, questioning my life choices. 

I collapsed into a chair just outside Faith’s room. Across from me I could see Amy’s feet as she slipped out of her sneakers. Her toes arched and I saw her skirt fall to the floor.

Fuck. If I was being honest, I had never quite understood the foot fetish thing–but out of nowhere I was gawking at this girl’s feet, imagining my dick between them. 

I shook my head, trying to clear it, and reached for my phone. Surely someone on the internet was doing something interesting.

I heard creaking across from me and looked up to see Amy’s fitting room door hadn’t fully latched. It was inching open slowly, and I could see a sliver of the mirror in front of her.

My breath caught in my throat as the door drifted open another inch. Amy was fully naked except for her panties. 

She cupped her breasts in both hands, lifting them in the mirror, and then letting them slide from her fingers. I watched them bounce ever so slightly, and my eyes traveled down the lines of her stomach, to the crease where her hips met her legs.

My eyes drifted back up and suddenly she met my gaze. I froze, mortified. 

Amy smiled at me, and then turned slowly and bent over to pick something off the bench next to her. The way her panties bit into the curve of her ass made me want to leave teeth marks on her cheeks.

I heard the latch behind me jiggle and I jumped. Faith swung open the door of her fitting room and I spun to face her. “Hey, baby, I–”

Faith was staring at her phone, annoyed. 

“God dammit, I keep getting work calls.” She shook her head in frustration. “I have to step out, the music is too loud in here.”

She stepped past me and I momentarily panicked. But the door to Amy’s fitting room had magically closed.

Faith knocked. “Hey, girl, got anything good in there?”

Amy opened the door looking shy. She was wearing the first vintage dress Faith had picked out. My stomach dropped.

“Holy shit, girl. I’m telling you, you need to get that.” Faith snapped her fingers. 

“I don’t know…” Amy trailed off, but she smiled at me over Faith’s shoulder.

Faith held up her phone. “Work called me like three times, I have to go outside and call them back.”

Amy grinned and gave a little salute as Faith turned heel. Halfway down the hall, Faith called over her shoulder, “And for god’s sake, help Will find something!”

I stood there wishing I could find a clothes rack big enough to hide in.

“Need some help there, partner?” Amy had materialized at my side, gazing up at me. The corset was pushing her tits up to a ridiculous degree, and I could see straight down her dress.

I tried to avoid her gaze and motioned toward the end of the hall. “I guess I gotta get some new clothes, so I should probably go find the men’s…”

Amy’s demeanor changed, and she spoke quietly, “I don’t know what her problem is, I think you look great.” She tugged gently on the sleeve of my white t-shirt. “This shows off your arms really nicely.” She glanced down, “Though I will say, those jeans look a little tight.”

As she spoke, her fingers brushed my bicep and sent an electric shock through my body. I tensed and shifted backward. Amy’s body so close to mine was dangerous.

Her eyes narrowed. “Whoa, whoa. Why does it feel like you’re trying to get away from me right now? That doesn’t make me feel very good.”

“Amy, I’m just–” I was about to snap. I stopped and took a deep breath. “I think I’m just stressed.”

Her gaze softened again. “I feel like you’re upset. But I think, maybe…not at me?”

My walls crumbled. I finally let my eyes meet hers. I couldn’t reconcile everything that had happened in the last three days with how pure and well-intentioned she looked in that moment.

“Will,” she said. “Why don’t you just let yourself have a good time for a minute? You don’t have to listen to, like, some voice in your head telling you how you should or shouldn’t be.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” I shoved my hands in my pockets and looked away.

“Look. Let’s just go out there for a second. Let me help you pick out a couple pairs of pants and a couple shirts, and maybe we’ll find something fun that you actually like, OK?”

I stood silent for a moment. Then I gave a small nod. She beamed and grabbed my arm with both hands, pulling me towards the clothes. Amy chirped, “We’re coming back to those rooms!” as we passed the sales associate, but they were immersed in their phone.

After a few minutes among the racks, I realized the difference between shopping with Faith and shopping with Amy. I was actually having fun for once.

There was no pressure to fit someone else’s idea of how I should look. Amy held up piece after piece, describing in vivid (and sometimes scathing) detail each kind of person she thought might wear it. A vast array of characters and archetypes seemed burned into her consciousness. She poked fun of some of them, but many of them she spoke of affectionately, half-fantasies she’d spent her life getting to know.

Was this side of her always there? For a moment I had the thought that she was the inverse of Faith–rather than a natural entertainer and people-pleaser who turned brusque when we were alone, Amy was acerbic in crowds, “scary” according to Faith’s other friends. But here now, just the two of us, I found myself reveling in her sweetness.

By the time we’d found a few potential fits for me, we were both laughing and I’d almost let myself forget my frustrations with Faith. We made our way back down the long hallway, Amy still in her dress. 

I stepped into the fitting room where Faith had left her things, set the clothes down on the bench, and turned to close the door—only to find Amy standing in front of me. She stared up at me and clicked the lock behind her.

“Show me,” she commanded, pointing her finger like a duchess. 

“Amy…” I chuckled nervously.

“Will, it is my responsibility to help you find something you like. How can I do that if I’m not here to watch you?”

I sucked in my breath. She was standing so, so close. 

“OK, just… Turn around?”

She sighed dramatically and rolled her eyes. “Whatever.” She turned toward the wall half-heartedly.

I peeled off my t-shirt first, and grabbed one of the button-downs from the pile. I barely had it over my shoulders when Amy turned back to me.

“Oooo, I like this.” She grabbed the plackets and pulled the shirt together, carefully beginning to button it from the bottom up.

I opened my mouth to protest, but gave up. Her fingers brushed my stomach and her eyes wandered from the shirt buttons to my chest.

“You, um…” For once, Amy was the one searching for words. She bit her lip. “You might not fit into this.”

“Honestly, I think you might be right.” I watched her fingers pause on the third button.

“I don’t think I realized how hard you’ve been hitting the gym.” She gawked for a second longer, then made to fasten the next button, but the shirt strained tight across my chest. 

Looking back up at me, she stifled a laugh. “Ok, so not this one!” Her fingers moved back down my stomach, undoing the shirt far more quickly than she’d buttoned it. She reached up and peeled it from my shoulders. 

I tried to protest, “Amy, you don’t have to–” but she already had it off me and tossed it to the bench.

She stood back, admiring her handiwork. “Ok, next!”

I grabbed a henley from the pile and pulled it on before she could offer to help. Her eyes lit up.

“Ooo, wait, I really like this one.”

I turned to the mirror. OK, damn. It actually looked great on me. The fabric draped off my chest and shoulders, loose-fitting, but still outlining my muscles in a way that seemed effortless.

“You know this might be the first time I’ve ever tried on a shirt and felt, um…hot?” I admitted sheepishly.

“Will. What?” Amy looked genuinely angry for a moment, and I was taken aback.

“I–I just mean–” I was confused. Had I upset her?

“That’s fucked up.” She said flatly.

“Sorry, I don’t–”

“You are so fucking hot.” She glared at me as if she was daring me to disagree. I was silent, and she continued, “Like ridiculously, fuckably, dangerously hot. How have you never felt hot?”

“I don’t know, we live in LA, everybody here is a model! I’m just some nerd from Oregon who’s into cameras.”

She shook her head, still visibly upset. “You sound so dumb right now.” 

“What??” 

“That’s not what I–” Amy stopped herself. “What I’m trying to say is that someone should be telling you every fucking day how sexy you are. Until you fucking believe it.”

I had never experienced the sensation before of my heart melting and my dick getting hard at the same time.

I sat down on the bench. I didn’t know what else to do. I felt defeated, turned-on, and nervous all at once. And I was scared for her to see any of it.

“Sorry if that got…corny.” Amy was watching me, trying to read my expression. Then her eyes fell to the pile of clothes, and she grinned. “OK, now pants!”

I burst out laughing. I couldn’t help it. 

“You’re so excited,” I said. “You’re never like this.”

“Don’t always have something worth being excited about.” Her grin was mischievous.

“OK, OK,” I said. “Turn around again.”

She tossed her hands in mock frustration and turned halfway toward the wall.

“All the way,” I said.

“Rude,” she replied and dramatically placed a hand over her eyes to shield them.

I sighed and unbuttoned my jeans, carefully fishing my rock-hard erection from the leg, then prising them the rest of the way off. 

I grabbed the first pair of slacks from the top of the pile, and pulled them on as quickly as I could.

I glanced in the mirror. Jesus. I had them halfway over my ass and my cock was keeping them from going all the way up. I tried to adjust and push my shaft down against my thigh, but the thin wool made it look even more absurd.

“Why are you making me wait??” Amy whined, and she whipped back around, dropping her hand from her eyes.

“Amy, wait–” I tried to yank  my shirt down to cover my crotch but it was too late.

“Oh, they’re so nice–OH.” Her mouth dropped. “Wow, that’s just–” She sucked in her breath, trying to keep a straight face, “...and I thought your jeans were tight.”

I tried to pull myself together. “Right, OK, so not these.”

Amy hesitated. “Wait, I mean, they do look good, though.” She stepped toward me. “Let’s just get them all the way up.”

Before I could say anything, she had a hand on either side of my waistband, tugging the pants up inch by inch.

“Amy, shit.” I reached for my hard-on with a pained expression on my face.

“Oh, my god!” She looked down. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

Suddenly both her hands were on my erection, cupping it as if to keep it safe. She clutched it gently and curled her fingers around my shaft.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “Amy, that’s…”

“Sorry, sorry!” She stepped back. “I just–it was instinctual.”

I was pulsing from her touch, but I tried to shake it off. 

Amy had her hand over her mouth. I couldn’t tell if she was embarrassed or laughing. She flicked open her phone, and before I could react she took a picture.

“Amy, what the fuck??” I was on the edge of freaking out.

“No, but they do look really good, Will!” She waved me backwards. “Just let me get a picture for reference.”

“Amy, we can’t, I’m–look at me!” I whispered loudly, motioning to my crotch.

“I’m looking,” she smirked. “Relax, it doesn’t even come through in the picture.”

I paused, trying to decide if I should be offended. Amy snapped another picture.

“You should definitely get dress pants like these in the future,” she insisted. “Maybe just a size up…”

“Fine.” I kneaded my forehead. “Can I please just take these off?”

Amy nodded. But instead of turning to the wall, she dropped to a crouch in front of me, curled her fingers into the top of my waistband, and yanked straight down.

My pants dropped to my knees, and my erection sprung fully out from the bottom of my boxers and hit Amy square in the face. She gasped at the impact.

“Fuck!” I jumped back, stammering an apology. “I’m sorry!! That was–

Amy’s hand moved like lightning. She reached up and grabbed my throbbing hard-on where it stuck out from the leg of my boxers, putting a finger to her lips. “Shhh,” she whispered.

I didn’t move a muscle. Amy’s hand was wrapped around my shaft. Her fingers rested on the large vein that ran along the top of my dick, and her thumb pressed gently into the underside of my head. She was staring at my length, face red where it had hit her cheek, holding me tight. 

I couldn’t believe it. Images I’d tried to scrape from inside my brain were coming to life in front of me, whether I liked it or not.

She lifted my bare cock upward and turned it slightly to the side, inspecting it. 

“Holy shit,” she muttered and her eyes followed the slight curve of my shaft to my head. It was leaking pre-cum.

“Fuck, Will.” She looked up at me. “Feeling it through your pants does not do it justice. Now I understand why Faith was struggling.”

My face fell. Amy saw it, and immediately she looked guilty.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I promise.”

I clenched my jaw.

“Will, you have to understand. I…I think your cock is beautiful.”

Beautiful? I blushed, and my cock grew harder in her hand.

Amy felt me swelling. “Jesus fucking Christ.” She murmured. “Will, anyone who’s complaining about this is looking a gift horse in the mouth.”

Still embarrassed, I tried to yank my underwear back over my erection. This needed to stop now. Before it got any worse.

Amy clutched me harder, and a look of desperation crossed her face. 

She brought her other hand up and rested it on my stomach. “Will, please. I’m sorry. Let me show you. Let me show you how you should be worshiped. Please.”

My brain was screaming at me. This is it. You can’t come back from this. If you let this happen, there’s no world where you can explain it away.

I could feel the adrenalin in my stomach. Amy’s eyes were searching mine. 

“Look, just–please just let me just take care of this for you. We literally can’t have you walking around in the store like this.” She waved frantically toward the door. “You’re going to get arrested.”

I couldn’t speak. She had been teasing me, groping me, provoking me for hours, days at this point. My brain was a lust-fueled haze.

I watched as Amy brought her other hand to my cock and wrapped her finger around the base of the shaft. She tightened her grip, and we both groaned as a long trail of pre-cum poured from my tip. 

She spoke softly, deliberately.. “If it doesn’t feel good…you can tell me to stop.” 

She peeked up at me shyly, and began to massage my dick slowly with both hands, from the base to the head. 

Once. Then twice. She kept stroking. More pre-cum dripped from the head, pooling on the floor in front of her.

She broke her gaze only to study the thick trail hanging from my cock. Her lips parted. She stretched out her tongue and caught it midair

I watched the string of pre-cum break and collect on her tongue. She followed it upward with her mouth, till she reached the head of my cock. Her eyes slid back up to meet mine as she opened her mouth as wide as she could, and sunk down onto me.

I saw stars and my knees shook. My hand flailed to grab something, anything to support myself, and I managed to brace myself between the two walls.

I couldn’t believe the sight.

Amy’s lips stretched obscenely around my cock. She continued to pump me with both hands, saliva trickling from her mouth and coating my shaft. I could see her breathing through her nose, struggling to take more than the head in her mouth. 

Her cheeks hollowed. The thought entered my mind that she was sucking me. She wasn’t just placing me in her mouth and moving her head up and down. She looked like she wanted to inhale me. To drink me.

Suddenly, she let go of my cock and grabbed my ass cheeks with both hands. She pulled me toward her, forcing me deeper into her mouth. 

Her tongue caressed the bottom of my shaft as I hit the back of her throat. A half-moan, half-gurgle escaped her windpipe. The sound hit a switch inside me.

“Will??”

FUCK. NO. Holy shit. Faith’s voice echoed in the hallway, her steps approaching the door.

I grabbed Amy by the shoulders to pull her off me. She shook her head slightly, still holding me in her mouth. I felt her teeth graze my shaft.

Hands clasped on my ass cheeks, she swiftly maneuvered me 90 degrees so I was facing the bench. She rose slightly from her crouched position, and sat on the bench.

“Will, are you in there?” Faith knocked on the door. I could hear Amy was breathing through her nose, refusing to relinquish my cock.

I hesitated far too long. “Hey…” I finally managed weakly.

“Um, hi! Can I come in??” Faith rattled the locked handle. My heart jumped into my throat. I watched Amy quietly lift her feet from the floor so she was perched on the bench, legs crossed.

“I’m, um, trying something on.”

“Well, I want to see, show me!” 

I tried to steady my breath. “I’m just in my underwear right now, baby, I don’t want to flash the whole store.” 

“Will there’s literally no one around, just let me in!” Frustration creeped into her voice. 

Amy’s eyes narrowed at me. She looked almost angry. Slowly she dragged her mouth up the length of my shaft. My whole body twitched and she immediately sank back down on my cock.

“Fuck.” The word sprang from my mouth on its accord. 

“What??” Faith was taken aback.

The corners of Amy’s mouth twitched as she began to bob up and down on me again. 

I felt feverish. The orgasm I had been seconds away from was building in me again. An emulsion of fear, lust, and adrenalin took hold in my body.

I stumbled over my words, trying to save it. “Faith, can you—would you please just hang on one minute and let me put this on?”

Silence hung in the air. Amy moved faster on my cock. I cleared my throat to try to cover the sound.

Finally, Faith sighed, and stepped back from the door. “Whatever.” I heard her turn toward the other fitting room. “Hey, Amy!”

Amy grabbed my cock with both hands and extracted it from her mouth, pumping. Her eyes widened into an innocent expression. 

That was all it took.

I bit my tongue to stifle a groan, and I felt my whole body convulse. Cum launched from my cock like a canon, painting Amy’s face, her lips. She closed her eyes, reveling in it, then opened them again, watching my face as she continued to stroke more from me.

I thought I might pass out. My legs buckled underneath me, and my cock flung another rope across her tits. They shuddered and quaked in her corset, and the sight heaved one last torrent of cum from me, a flood this time, raining down her neck and dribbling down between her breasts.

Still, Amy pumped me. My body trembled and I shook my head, mouthing silently. It felt like my balls were being turned inside out. My vision went fuzzy and I gripped a clothes hook to try to stay upright.

“Will, fuck’s sake, where is Amy?” Faith was back at my door, knocking again.

“I…uh…ah.” The muscles in my face had apparently died. Through half-closed eyes, I watched Amy grip my cock with both hands and pat it on her outstretched tongue, smiling at me. “I don’t..know. I think she was—went to look for…different pants.”

I felt like I was slurring.

“Are you OK?” Faith sounded more annoyed than concerned.

“Yeah.” My voice was guttural. “Just…tired.”

I shut my eyes hard and opened them again. Amy sat prim and proper in front of me, covered in every ounce of stress, frustration and lust I’d held for the last two days. 

I should have been terrified. But in that moment I resigned to my fate. 

There was no way we were getting out of this. There was too much cum. Too much mess.

Faith sighed again, longer and more dramatic this time. “Fine! Jesus. I’m gonna go find Amy.”

Amy tilted her head down marveling at the deluge between her tits. She twirled two fingers through a long rope of cum draped across her cleavage, gathering as much as she could. She made sure I was watching as she sucked them into her mouth.

Faith’s footsteps receded back down the hall, fading into the distance, and Amy let out a quiet whimper as she let her fingers drop from her lips. She swallowed deep, a look of contentment on her face.

“You–you’re…” I was speechless. I collapsed on the bench next to her, obliterated.

Amy smirked and turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her smirk turned to a look of a shock. “Holy fuck, Will. There’s SO much.”

I nodded vaguely. My brain was mud.

Amy greedily scooped more cum from her face and tits, bringing her fingers to her mouth every few seconds to clean them. I watched her, delirious, as she hummed to herself. “Mm, thank you, Will.”

My cock staggered. The gratitude in her voice was so genuine.

Finally, she grabbed one of the crop-tops from Faith’s pile of clothes, and mopped up what was left on her neck and chest.

I didn’t even have the energy to protest as she cracked open the door and poked her head out to see if the coast was clear. Something in the back of my brain feebly registered how insane it was that she didn’t make me check instead. But she slipped out of the fitting room and across the hall to hers, shutting the door gently. 

The quiet click of the latch seemed to reverberate off the walls far more loudly than it should have. 

I buried my head in my hands. Failure. The word repeated on a loop in my mind.

I’d promised myself. Swore I wouldn’t let this happen. And somehow I’d just given up.

But then another thought began to take hold. Something I couldn’t shake, I couldn’t push back down. 

Better. What Amy had just made me feel was better than anything I’d ever felt with Faith…or ANYONE for that matter. I didn’t even know it was possible to cum that much. Or that hard.

But it didn’t matter. This was WRONG. I could never end things with Faith. I loved her far too much. And even if I did—if she ever found out about Amy, it would absolutely decimate her.

However much I had let things happen, I couldn’t let it go an inch further. This was it.

I recognized the sounds of Faith’s footsteps again.

“I have no idea where Amy went.” Faith said flatly.

“I’m right here!” Amy piped up. I heard her open the door. “Ta-da!” She paused. “Wait…were you looking for me?”

“Amy, I just—“ The irritation was palpable in Faith’s voice, but I heard her hesitate. “I…think we just missed each other.”

I finally pushed open my door. I was still sporting the blue henley, and I’d pulled on the second pair of jeans Amy had found me.

Faith looked over at me, “About damn ti—oh, whoa. Baby, you look…really good.”

“Thanks,” I croaked. 

Faith turned her attention back to Amy, who had somehow portaled herself into a skintight, sparkly black bodysuit. She twirled for Faith. “What about me, hmm?”

“Yeah, wow. I mean, you both do.” She peered closer at Amy. “Actually, Amy, for some reason your skin looks incredible right now.”

“Yeah??” Amy pretended to be bashful and fanned her face.

“Yes, girl! You’re, like…dewy. You look amazing.”

“Oh, my god, thank you!” Amy skipped to the large 3-way mirror next to us at the end of the hall and turned side-to-side, examining her reflection.

Faith nodded, “Yeah, whatever you’re doing—keep doing it.”

Amy glanced at the mirror to her left and caught me watching her in the reflection. She stared at me, and she licked her lips.

“Oh, I will.”

It’s gay, it’s a contest entry, it’s hot and heavy. Here’s my entry for prompt number 11. Go wild, gooners.

*****

It was fuckin’ hot. Like unreasonably so. 105 in the shade and humid enough to swim through. Christ, it was too hot to skate till like 11:00pm on a good night.

Zach flipped through our options on the TV in his mom’s basement while I gnawed on the freezie dangling from my mouth. It was cooler than anywhere else we could find, but I was still boiling.

“This one?” He asked.

“Seen it.”

“What about this? It’s got that blonde girl from…”

“Nah. Got shit reviews.”

“Damn, alright. What about this? Quest for Middenheim?”

“Looks nerdy,” I complained flaccidly. “I don’t do dragons and shit.”

Zach hit play anyway. “Whatever, I’m tired of scrolling. You’ll just have to deal with it. Pass me a soda.”

I don’t know where Middenheim is or what the fuck an Oracle of whatever-Stone is, but I’m not too proud to admit that Zach’s accidental taste in movies kinda slapped. Wizards and knights are dorky as all hell, but those fantasy losers know how to pick a rack out of a casting call lineup.

“Fuck me,” Zach said wistfully as Princess Boobsalot bounced across a battlefield with her crown jewels doing their best to break free of her genuinely stupid armour. “The tits on her! I’d go to war for those puppies too.”

“You’re stupid,” I laughed.

“She’s hot though, right?”

I shrugged. “Guess so.”

“Oh come on, you guess so?! Dude, she’s like SUPER fucking stacked.”

“I like brunettes,” I relied noncommittally.

“She’s usually got brown hair,” he said. “Like in real life.”

“You know her?”

“Yeah, she was in that thing Scorsese did; that mob one we watched a few months ago?”

I squinted at the TV, trying to focus on her face for a change.

“Oh shit, that’s her? Zoe something, right?”

“Yeah dude! That’s her.”

“Fuck. Woulda never guessed.”

“She’s done loads of other stuff too.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he said with a shifty note. “Topless stuff.”

“No!”

“Yup. Bare nips, ass, everything. You can even see the top of her bush in this one shitty Alien rip-off she did.”

I laughed breathily. “Didn’t realize I was hanging out with the president of her fan club,” I replied as she set about decapitating a bunch of orcs…ogres…trolls? I don’t know, whatever these fantasy fucks were.

He looked at me sideways. “Wanna see?”

“See what?”

He rolled his eyes and slapped the musty couch in frustration. “Her tits, dude, come on. Try to keep up here. Jesus, this heat’s got you all fuckin’ stupid,” he accused as he grabbed the remote.

“Hey, come on,” I protested as he left the movie.

“I thought you didn’t like fantasy?”

“I don’t, but I hate watching half a movie more!”

“Relax,” he said as he flicked to another title. “You’ll thank me for this, trust me. You’ll love this.”

I watched in awkward silence as Zach fast-forwarded through some spy movie, eventually hitting the play button only once something steamy caught his eye.

“Bro, come on,” I sighed. “I’m not watching a sex scene with you, that’s fucking weird.”

“It’s not weird,” he replied defensively, whacking me with a pillow from the other end of the couch. “Just watch. Here she comes.”

This was as close to pornography as I’d ever seen on Netflix. HBO had nothing on the things Zoe somethingorother was doing on screen. Fuck, a million guys would die happily just for one hard, hot fuck like the one she was giving to…uhhh, what’s that guy from that space movie? The one where the ship breaks down? I don’t know. Him.

“See?” Zach said, his eyes flicking from the screen to me. “Pretty fuckin’ hot, right?”

No shit. “Christ, that’s ridiculous. Are they real?”

“The jury’s still out,” he replied. “Some people think they are, other people say no. I can’t decide, what do you think?”

Sweaty, moaning, and breathless, it was her turn to ride on screen. God, what a fucking demon she was. “I don’t know, they look pretty fucking…Hey, fuck dude, what the hell?!”

Zach smirked wryly as he massaged himself over his shorts, obviously hard and clearly enjoying himself. “Dude, relax. It’s no big deal. Come on, look at the way she’s riding him. You can’t tell me that’s not so nasty.”

Why’d she have to keep making that face? Or moaning like that? Fuck, the way the sweat was rolling down her neck too…

“I mean…”

“Ha! Knew it,” he said, still alternating his gaze between me and the TV. “It’s cool, bro. Nothing wrong with appreciating the artwork.”

How long was this stupid scene? They were already on their third position! If this was an actual porno, I’d already be reaching for my tissues.

“Fuck,” I gasped as she flipped her hair back to stare at him in doggystyle. The basement was so hot. So…so hot.

“Ehhhh there he goes!” Zach exclaimed as my hand started moving over the growing lump in my pants. “Fuckin’ nice.”

“Sh-shut up,” I panted. “Don’t look over here.”

“Suit yourself,” he laughed. “But if you’re not down to see some shit then I wouldn’t look over here either.”

I gulped as I heard his fly unzip.

“Ffffffuck yeah,” he moaned in satisfaction. I knew without looking that he’d pulled his cock out. He was stroking it. He was so stroking it.

“D-dude,” I said weakly.

“Bro, come on, just take it out.”

“I’m not like that,” I replied a second too late.

“Not like what? Gay?” He laughed again. “Chris, come on. This isn’t gay. Who gives a fuck anyway, man. It’ll be fun.”

I swallowed hard. “The scene’s ending,” I pointed out as Zoe’s character rolled over breathlessly to stare into the camera with a knowing smile. It was like a personal callout, aimed directly at me.

“We can take care of that,” came Zach’s smug reply. “Here, this’ll be better.”

Netflix was replaced by a screencast right from Zach’s phone. He didn’t even bother to hide how many porn tabs were open in his browser as he rifled through them one by one.

“Okay, this,” he said as he hit play. “This one is mint.”

“Zach, come on dude.” I wasn’t even protesting anymore. I don’t even remember when my cock came out.

“No, no, this one’s great. Just wait till she…there she is. Fuuuuuck, man, would you look at her? Come on, you must like her if you’re into Zoe.”

She was a dead ringer, all the same proportions with none of the modest camera angles. I usually skipped the part of any video where the girl just kinda prances and sways in her underwear, but I wasn’t exactly in control of the clip either. Plus it was hot.

Zach’s heavy breathing deepened as the starlet’s top came away at last, revealing dark nipples that she immediately started pinching and tugging on.

“B-bro,” Zach panted.

“Fuck, she’s so hot,” I replied.

“Yeah but…your cock, dude.”

“What?”

“You’re - Shit! You’re fucking huge.”

“Eyes on your own homework,” I grunted back as the girl on screen dropped to her knees. Some meathead waddled up with his cockzilla swaying in the breeze as the camera zoomed in on her taking a few first, ginger licks.

“I’m serious,” Zach moaned. “I think you’re as big as he is. That’s…”

“Shut the fuck up,” I demanded, making the mistake of looking over at him finally as I spoke. “D-dude!”

Zach was at least my size, if not thicker, and his balls were like two golf balls in a hairy tube sock.

“You like what you see?” He ventured.

“I…I…”

“You can say yes,” he said, drawing one leg up on the cushion to turn a little towards me, now naked from the waist down. “Nothing weird about appreciating a fat cock.”

I was saved from needing to answer as our attention was drawn to the urgent gagging sounds coming from the TV; the girl had eyes bigger than her stomach but she was equally intrepid as she struggled to get the whole thing down her strained throat. The spit on her chin really had me going.

“This is…this…” I said, now just openly pumping my cock without reservation. “This is so fucked.”

“Hot, right?”

“I can’t believe we’re - oh, fuck - I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

“Ha, I know. Gooning out is just so much better with bros.”

I gasped as my reckless pumping brought me too close to the edge, clench my eyes shut long enough to get command of myself again. “What?”

“Gooning. You know, like jacking off to porn together?”

“Is that what it is?”

Zach was fully just facing me now, his cock and balls bouncing and squelching as he fisted his meat and dared me to meet his eye. “Hell yeah, man. Feels fucking incredible. So fun. Come on, try it like I’m doing. I wanna see that monster go.”

“This is…”

“Quit being a bitch. You obviously wanna. Bro, come on, pump your cock with me. Here, you pick a video for us if it’ll help.”

He threw the phone over and I hesitated just a moment before typing in the name of my all time favourite babe, skimming the results page quickly for something that I knew would shut my brain off in a second.

“Ohhhhh, damn dude! Hell fucking yes, I love this one! Come on, get up here and start stroking with me before the guys start blowing their wads. This is the one where she ends up spitting it into the other girl’s mouth right, then they make out all messy and gross?”

“Y-yeah,” I said, copying Zach’s pose.

“Sick. You’ve got great taste, man. Love it. Ah, shit, there you go! Mmmm yeah, puuuuump that fucking thing. God, you ever use two hands on it?”

“Sometimes.”

“I bet! God, the girls must fucking love you. Lemme hold it for a sec.”

“What the fuck?!”

“Relax, man! Be cool, it’s all good. Just thought I’d ask.”

It was all so hard to think straight. My cock and his, so close. The porn on the TV. The wretched god damn heat making everything so hard to…

“Fine,” I panted. “Just don’t be sketchy about it, ‘Kay?”

His eyes lit up as Becky HollyWood bounced along on some dude’s log splitter on screen, wailing as Zach reached out gingerly and took my cock in his hand with a firm grip.

“Oh…my…god,” he whispered. “Dude, you’re so hard. You always get like this?”

Eyes closed, I let my head hang back over the armrest and tried to pretend like my best friend wasn’t touching, no - rubbing! my cock right now. It was so useless to pretend though; try as I might, I couldn’t act like the precum soaking his first wasn’t mine. And his.

“We gotta touch them together,” he moaned. “C-come on, dude.” The confident smugness from earlier was rapidly transforming into erotic desperation. “I…I’ll do anything. Please, man. Just let…”

“Do it,” I groaned. “Just shut the fuck up and do it.”

He scooted in until our legs were draped everywhere, encircling our sweaty cocks in one tight fist. The slimy kiss of our inflamed tips was so electric, so alien, so…

“Fucking hot!” Zach spat as his hips ground up and around, bucking himself against me. “Bro, this is insane!”

“Look at it,” I whined, staring at the stiff, slick pillars grinding against one another wetly. “Fuuuuuuuck, Zach.”

“You motherfuckers gonna cum for me?” Becky moaned onscreen amid her sea of dicks. “Yeah, you sick nasty perverts gonna cover me in all your hot, dirty jizz? Ohhhh I need it. I want it. I want it all so fucking bad, I’ll do anything for it! Come on, let me drink it all, huh? Let me drink all your…”

“Bro!” I begged. “F-fucking let me blow you!”

“Chris!”

“Now, fucker, let me!”

Without another moment’s hesitation, Zach retreated and I was on him in a heartbeat, shocked and more than a little turned on to hear an altogether desperate moan escape my throat as his meat hit my lips, tongue, throat. It was hot, why was it so hot? Were the all like this? And salty?

“Bud, oh m-my fucking…OhMyFuckingGOD YES!” He yelped as I took him in with unpredictable fervour. I don’t know if I was any good, but I made up for inexperience with carnal hunger that had me bobbing between his thighs with the best of the internet’s Beckys. His hips pumped and I gagged liberally, unapologetic as I coughed a messy wad of spit onto his fuzzy balls. Why was that so hot? Ohhhh fuck I’d need to think long and hard about that later.

Or not. Or it could just be fucking hot. Not weird. Not gay. Just hot. No, screw that. I didn’t care. His cock was in my throat, my own was leaking like a goddamn faucet, and my favourite pornstar of all time was blowing a dozen dudes right along with me.

“I gotta fuckin’ blow!” Zach howled urgently.

“Mmm mmm!”

“I can?!”

“MMMMM!”

“F-fuck, okay! Okay! I…I…oh, oh shit dude, I’m actually gonna… Ah, SHIT!”

If this was what gooning was, your best bud moaning your name as his thick, sour cum slid its way down your throat, your sexual preferences resolving themselves into a giant red question mark, and your appetites somehow so much worse than they were before, I figured maybe I didn’t mind it so much. There was no eye contact for long, long minutes after, and the video stayed paused for an uncomfortable age while Zach retreated to the bathroom, but you know what?

It was so fucking worth it. So worth it.

“Dude,” he said a week later as we nursed cherry popsicles in his mom’s basement while we waited for another August heatwave to break. “I got something.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh,” he said as he reached under the sofa to produce a crusty old magazine. “You’re gonna love this. It’s old school, vintage shit. Scoot over here and take a look at this. Hey, no sir. You know the rules. Cock out or no play. That’s how brojobs work, remember?”

Fucking asshole. How could I resist a thing like that?

So it was last Wednesday, and as I moved the clothes around my gym bag for the third time, pushing aside the little pleated tennis skirt and thin cotton T-shirt, I knew I had fucked up.

Thirty minutes earlier, stepping out of the shower, I’d thrown my tennis outfit into my bag and pulled my jeans up and over my butt without underwear. I was running late, and I was sure I’d thrown a pair of clean white underwear into my bag, so, nothing to worry about, right? I’d just get changed at the gym.

Wrong.

Looking into my gym bag and seeing a complete lack of panties, my heart was starting to race, imagining myself lunging for the ball, my skirt flying up around my waist. Or worse yet, diving to make a return and ending up on my back, my legs falling open and spreading me. The worst thing was that I was playing with Matt, one of my oldest friends and my de facto tennis coach, and the court was booked in five minutes.

I wondered whether to call it off, but I didn’t even know where to begin. I couldn’t tell him it was because I forgot my panties...even the thought of saying the word in front of Matt was embarrassing. We’d been friends for years, and there was no way I was about to talk to him about that kind of stuff. I wanted to work out, too, and I’d already made it out of the house. Plus, the fee was not cheap and I was pretty sure it was non-refundable.

Play in jeans? I thought.

No, that would never work. Too hot, too sweaty, and it would look stupid.

Hmmm…

Maybe if I was really careful…

“Hey Matt,” I smiled, dropping my bag full of my day-clothes in the corner of the court, feeling as if I were surrendering them somehow, the absence of the bag leaving me with only four items of clothing total: my skirt, my T-shirt, my socks, and my sneakers. “You ready to get your ass whooped?”

“You wish,” he grinned, realigning the strings of his racket. “You’re going down.”

I picked up my racket and walked to the baseline, the pleated skirt brushing against my skin, hyper-aware that the hem only came down to the top of my thighs, the shape of my butt causing the fabric to hang away from my body slightly. I tried to focus on the game ahead.

"Wanna serve first?" Matt called out from the other side of the net.

“Sure,” I said, picturing myself jumping up in the air to strike the ball, my skirt lifting with me and then being pulled upward by the downward inertia of my movement, revealing…well…it was probably best not to think about it…

I needed to be very careful.

Matt threw me the ball and I bounced it against the floor a few times, my breasts jiggling slightly with the movement. Maybe my lack of bra wasn’t the best idea either, but it was too late to worry about that now. I tossed the ball up, my arm extended high, and as I swung forward, I felt the skirt lift slightly as the back, feeling a quick breeze between my legs.

Shit.

The ball sailed over the net, and Matt returned it with a grunt of effort. I tried to ignore my lack of underwear as we rallied back and forth for a few minutes, the sound of the ball echoing in the enclosed court. With each rally, the sweat began to bead on my forehead and trickle down my chest.

“Nice shot,” Matt said, our rallies turning a little more serious as we finished warming up. "Ready to play for real?" he asked with a grin.

I nodded, pushing my hair back slightly and bending my knees in anticipation of his serve. As I bent forward, I felt the skirt ride up higher than before. The cool air against my bare ass sent a another shiver through me, but it was okay; there was no one behind me to observe.

This time, Matt's serve came fast, and I lunged to return it, stretching my body to the right. My skirt flew up completely, exposing my round pale butt to him for just a second. I felt my face flush as I quickly stood up, pulling the hem down to my thighs and exposing my midriff.

"Uh…nice shot," Matt said. I looked at him but his eyes were on the floor.

Fuck.

He knew.

I was sure of it.

We continued playing, and with Matt now aware I wasn’t wearing panties, I became more aware of my body with every movement. Each time I jumped or bent or reached, I felt my breasts bounce and the skirt lift. I wondered and I worried; just how much of my smooth pussy and round butt was I showing him each time it happened? Why hadn’t he said anything? Maybe he was embarrassed as I was…

And yet, if Matt was embarrassed, he certainly wasn't going easy on me with his shots, repeatedly sending them as wide as he dared, making me lunge and bounce and reach, my little pleated skirt swishing from side to side with each movement, continually threatening to show my friend just how smooth and pretty my pussy really was.

“Out!” I called, watching the ball as it flew past my head and bounced slightly over the line. I walked to where it stopped and bent at the waist to retrieve it, my butt facing him, forgetting myself and then standing quickly when I felt the air between my legs. It lasted for less than a second, but when I turned around, his face was bright red.

Ah. So now he’d seen it.

He swallowed. “Match point.”

“Cool,” I said, moving back to my position behind the baseline, knees bent in anticipation of his serve. Only now I felt a new excitement in our game, an anticipation in my body that had little to do with returning the ball. I looked down at myself casually, trying not to make it obvious that I was checking myself out, and to my embarrassment and arousal, I saw that my nipples were hard.

But not even normal hard. Like…they were really fucking hard; every ridge and gently bump of my areaola projected forward and detailed in high-definition through the thin fabric of my top. I stood quickly, moving to cover myself, before realising how weird that would have looked: clutching my tits with my racket in my hand while waiting for his serve.

"Are you okay to keep playing?" Matt asked.

I could feel his eyes on me, and my puffy pussy lips began to swell with arousal.

Fuck. Why did my body like this so much?

So embarrassing.

“Sarah?”

“Yeah,” I said, a little too quickly, bending at the knees once more. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? You look a little–”

“C’mon,” I said. “Serve.”

He did, and this time I jumped higher to return the ball, knowing the impact would make my breasts bounce and my skirt lift higher. Sure enough, I felt the fabric flutter up, exposing more of myself to him. He missed the return, his racket swinging awkwardly. And it was at that moment that I realised I was enjoying this a little too much.

"Is everything okay over there?" I asked, pretending innocence as I stood with my hands on my hips, pushing my chest out.

"Yeah, fine," he mumbled, adjusting the front of his shorts.

“Uh huh,” I said.

We resumed playing, and now I was being deliberate in my movements. Every lunge, every jump, every stretch was an opportunity to expose myself to him, and the feeling of being so exposed was turning me on more than I expected. My pussy was getting wetter with each point, The power I felt was intoxicating. My embarrassment had turned to lust, and in the heat of the game, my body was starting to make decisions for me.

Matt was struggling too, a fact that I was taking great pleasure in. His serves were weaker, his returns less accurate, and I was winning easily now. My body was slick with sweat, and I wondered if Matt was picturing what itn would be like to fuck me; to see my head thrown back in ecstasy, my body shimmering with sweat as he pushed my legs open wider and–

“Fuck!” I shouted as the ball grazed my racket and flew past me, hitting the back wall and rolling under a small gap. I walked toward it but stopped at the edge of the court. "Oh, shit. It went under."

“Under what?” Matt called from the other side of the court, walking toward the next and resting his arms on it.

“Here,” I said, pointing to the little gap beneath the back board and the wall. “Hold on, I’ll grab it.”

I bent to get it, but I couldn’t quite reach it. I turned to see Matt watching me, silent. I could feel his eyes on my body as I contemplated how to retrieve the ball.

That’s when I realised; I'd have to get on my hands and knees to reach it.

The thought of getting on all fours, with my bare ass and pussy pointing directly at him, made me shiver with pleasure. Was I really going to do it? I looked back at him and smiled, my pussy throbbing with anticipation as I lowered myself to the court, positioning myself on my hands and knees, knowing exactly what I was about to show him.

[As always, I’ll put part 2 on reddit if people are interested in hearing it!]

The first three chapters are not very spicy, they are build up. Fair warning.

Synopsis: Claire has been in love with her best friend, Jesse since the eighth grade. On the eve of Jesse's 27th birthday, Claire finally finds the courage to tell him how she feels, until she finds him with Vanessa, his new girlfriend he never mentioned having.

Jesse's always known he had feelings for Claire, but he never dared chase them, for fear of ruining the friendship they share. Thankfully, he hides it well, until he can't be bothered to fight it anymore.

And Vanessa? She's the catalyst that sets everything in motion.

This whole thing was inspired by Sombr's song "Back To Friends." Tropes include: friends to lovers, cheating, a love triangle, revenge, harbored feelings, miscommunication, and games of love. Pairings include F/M || F/F || F/F/M

There's about 26 chapters, give or take. I plan to post at most one per day. Hope you like it and as always thanks for reading!

Claire

The elevator buzz echoes in my ears and the doors slowly creak open. Reluctantly, I step inside with a card in my purse that will hopefully change the trajectory of my life for the better, forever.

Standing outside my best friend Jesse’s apartment, I somehow muster up the fleeting courage to lift my fist and knock on his door. It’s mere minutes before midnight, and I’m surprising him with a slice of his favorite chocolate cake from the little mom and pop bakery across town for his birthday. Well, that and a card in which I’ve written all the things and bountiful reasons why I can’t help but love him.

After standing there for a few minutes contemplating and debating what I’m going to say to him, I knock on the door. A minute passes and I consider knocking again until I hear the faint click of a lock. When the door swings open my smiling face falters. Jesse’s brows are knit, his lips are pink and swollen, and his messy dark brown hair falls haphazardly in his face.

“Surprise!” I pull him in for a hug, but when I pull back he’s grimacing. “What’s wrong?”

“Claire, now’s not a good time.” He says while gripping the back of his neck awkwardly. A sliver of his abdomen shows, catching my eye just as I hear a vivacious voice round the corner.

“Come back to bed, babe.” Coos a female tone and my spine instantly stiffens. My cheeks paint themselves a lovely shade of puce while I feel like I’m going to puke any minute now. He has a woman with him? Fuck! Dainty hands wrap themselves around his trim waist as a gorgeous brunette peeks out at me from behind his back. “Who’s this?” She asks him while pulling away and crossing her arms. I could say the same thing.

“No one.” I say to her. “Don’t worry, I’m not staying.” From my purse I extract the small carry out container with a slice of cake for Jesse while forcing the card deeper into my bag. “Happy birthday. Sorry for interrupting your er… evening.”

Pacing my way back down the hall, I head for the elevator all frazzled and flustered. Just as I’m pushing the button to close the doors an arm juts out, stopping them from shutting. I glance up as Jesse steps into the lift and embraces me. Immediately, I sink into him. “Thank you for the cake.” He says to me softly. “That was Vanessa you met back there.” He mentions, his voice coming out flat. “I’ve been seeing her for a few weeks now.” As if he needs to explain anything to me. We’ve been friends since middle school, always paired together because of our last names, Harrison and Hart. It brought us together in the most monumental way possible.

“You don’t owe me an explanation.” I tell him softly. “Go enjoy your birthday. I hope you like the cake.” My feeble voice barely rings out. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” I ask meekly.

“Dinner at Finnigan’s like always?”

“Always.” I say as he pulls me in for a quick hug that crushes my bones and squashes my spirit at the same time, knowing I’m not the one he’s returning to, instead I’m the one he’s letting go. He steps back and waves at me as the doors slowly close shut. Once I’m free from his guilty gaze I lean back against the wall and hold my head in my hands. That did not go like I had planned.

 ***

I continue to check the time on my phone, wondering if he’s ever going to bother to show, because lately Jesse’s been a little flaky. We were supposed to meet at seven and it’s going on seven-thirty. Where the hell is he? I’m about to click on his contact and call him when I hear my name coming from the entrance.

“Claire!” He calls as he makes his way over to me, his hand clasped to another’s. Behind him is the woman from last night, Vanessa. Standing up straight, I greet him with a hug as I wait for him to introduce the two of us. He glances at Vanessa and throws an arm around her possessively. “Claire, this is my girlfriend, Vanessa. Vanessa, this is my best friend, Claire.” Jesse gestures between the two of us. Vanessa smiles at me while I awkwardly wave in her direction.

Finding my voice, I say to her, “It’s nice to meet you.” I tuck a piece of my dirty blonde hair behind my ear, chuckling. “Sorry about last night. I didn’t think Jesse was going to have company. I didn’t know...”

Vanessa turns to him as we settle into the booth. “You haven’t told her about me? We’ve been together over a month!” She says ‘her’ with venom spitting from her tongue. I’m watching Jesse as he squirms in his seat while I also wonder why I’m only now just finding out about Vanessa.

He reaches for her hand and she lets him take it. “I wanted to make sure we were serious first.” My throat constricts as an uncomfortable chill prickles its way down my spine. They’re serious? How serious? Oh my god, does he love her? I can feel the sweat as it starts to form on my back and puddle in my palms.

“Oh, Jesse.” Vanessa leans over and kisses him with tongue, practically marking her territory right in front of me. “Isn’t he the sweetest?” She asks me while batting her long eyelashes in his direction, her claw like nails digging into his chest. I get it bitch, he’s yours.

“Oh, he’s the bee's knees.” I reply facetiously while scrunching up my nose and reaching for my drink. This is going to be a long, torturous evening.

Once the waiter comes and takes our orders, I start the dreaded conversation. “So how did you two meet?” I ask as I start sucking down my second martini.

Vanessa blushes with a sultry little smile on her lips. “I work at Giselle’s. I’m a waitress there.” Giselle’s is a Gentleman’s club one town over. I glance from her smile down to her chest and the math makes sense. As much as I refuse to admit it out loud, she’s gorgeous. With piercing blue eyes, a few shades lighter than mine, full pink lips, and eyelashes that never end, she’s everything I wish I was while also being everything I hate. And I hate that she’s with Jesse. My Jesse!

I glance over at Jesse and he smirks. “I met her when I was there for Paul’s bachelor party. I jokingly asked her for a lap dance and even though she may have said no, the night ended differently.” He says as if he’s trying to defend himself to me. I internally self combust.

Throughout dinner Vanessa controls the conversation while finding any and every excuse to touch Jesse or play with his already messy hair. She can see right through me, I can tell. The envy is evident on my thin-lipped grin, but thankfully Jesse is about as clueless as a goldfish. Vanessa though, not so much. Hence why she claims him every chance she can get, going so far as to feed him his french fries. The sight alone is rather unsettling.

“So how long have you two known each other?” Vanessa asks me but Jesse interrupts, answering for me.

“Since the sixth grade. Her last name is Harrison, so we were always paired up together in class. And it kind of just stuck.”

“Do you remember that time Mrs. Polk messed up my name? She called me Claire Hart and all the kids in the class laughed, joking that I was going to marry you one day?” I say, laughing as I think back to that moment now with a smile on my face. Jesse was so embarrassed that even his ears had turned red. Mrs. Polk became my favorite teacher that day.

“How wrong they were.” Jesse laments with a chuckle. “There’s no way I’d be good enough for you.”

Once we get started down the path to memory lane, we don’t stop. We start sharing old stories between us while Vanessa watches the exchange with flared nostrils. Whatever she sees she doesn’t like, I can see it in her narrow baby blue eyes and the slight curve of a frown on her face.

“And remember that time in Mr. Jensen’s class? When he moved our seats for cheating in chemistry?” Jesse asks. He had never been able to master the art of balancing an equation.

I nod my head and start laughing. “Remember when we found a way to pass notes through the Kleenex box? I think he was ready to commit murder when he found out. The vein in his forehead wouldn’t stop throbbing. I’m pretty sure he’s the one teacher who didn’t like me, and we both know he hated you.”

“Oh, without a doubt.” Jesse snorts while slapping the table, making the ice in our drinks clink. “He abhorred us. We were the bane of his existence back then. I’m pretty sure he told my mom that once during conferences. Mary was not happy with me that evening.”

I tilt my head to the side and I sigh. “How is Mary doing? I feel like I haven’t seen her in ages.” I sip my drink through my straw while Vanessa watches me closely with daggers in her eyes. This chick does not like me in the slightest and all I have to say is touché.

“She’s good. She asks about you every time we talk.” Jesse smiles and I swoon sideways on my seat.

Vanessa pipes up, inserting herself into the discussion. “Who’s Mary?”

“My mom.” Jesse replies. “She’s excited to meet you.”

“What have you told her about me?” Vanessa asks.

“Everything. Well, almost everything.” He says while wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. My face blanches as he leans in close to her and kisses her deeply, as if I’m not sitting across from them, watching. I force myself to look away, wanting to crawl out of my own skin just being near them. Wanting to tear my heart right out of its cavity because it’s currently being stomped all over unbeknownst to Jesse.

When he heads for the restroom minutes later Vanessa clears her throat loudly, causing me to jump out of my skin. “So, how long have you been in love with Jesse?”  Failing miserably at trying not to give her the satisfaction of a reaction, my eyes bug out of my head, my jaw falls to the table, and I start stammering.

“What, uhh, what do you mean? Me, love Jesse? Uhh, you’ve got to be crazy.”

Vanessa shakes her head while a villainous smile decorates her lips. “Oh honey, it’s written all over your face. Jesse seems to be oblivious, albeit most men usually are, but you're as translucent as plastic wrap.”

I swallow the growing lump in my throat while sweat continues to pool in uncomfortable places. “He’s my best friend. He’s nothing more than that.” I say, my voice coming out all small and weak sounding.

“He’s never mentioned you, you know.” My stomach tightens when she talks. “You think he would’ve mentioned his best friend. Then again it’s hard for him to speak when he’s finding heaven between my legs all the time.”

Heat rises up my neck and straight to my cheeks. I almost want to ask what that’s like but I bite my tongue so hard I draw blood. Just as I’m about to respond she opens her mouth once more. “You two have never fucked, have you?” I shake my head, feeling my ears burn up. “But you’ve wanted to, haven’t you?”

I start playing with the sleeves of my sweater under the table, suddenly finding the fabric fascinating. “Aww that’s so cute. It’s okay if you want to, Claire. As long as you remember that he’s mine. Jesse’s not yours, and he’ll never be yours. Fantasize about him all you want, at the end of the night I’m the one he’s taking home. Not you.”

I find a loose piece of thread along the seam of my sweater and start to tug on it. “I’m well aware.” I say curtly. She must feel threatened by me if she feels the need to remind me I’m not the one sleeping with Jesse because thanks, I know!

“Just wanted to make it clear. Your eyes were giving off lusty vibes during your good old days chat and I can’t have that. I suggest you tell Jesse you’re tired and that you’re heading home early.” I yank harder on the loose string and watch as the seam tightens before I pull the string free.

“Excuse me?” I meet her gaze and her eyes are an icy, crystal blue.

Vanessa sits back and crosses her arms over her ample chest. “You heard me. I want you to leave. I don’t exactly appreciate you lusting after my boyfriend right before my eyes.”

I mirror her movements and reply, “Well, bad news for you because I’m not going anywhere. You’ve known him for one month. I’ve known him for fifteen years. You better get used to having me around.”

She sneers at me just as Jesse returns to the table. Unable to sense the tension between us, he claps his hands together and smiles. “How about some cake?” He says before slipping into the booth, wrapping an arm around her and kissing her again. Unsure of how many more public displays of affection I can stomach, I consider turning in. The only thing stopping me is Vanessa’s prior remark. I’d be giving in to her and I don’t want to give her the gratification of having the upper hand, knowing that she affected me the way that she has.

“Cake sounds great.” I say, plastering a fake smile on my face, making sure to nod in Vanessa’s direction.

“I thought you said you weren’t feeling well?” Vanessa asks me, feigning concern.

“Oh, what’s wrong Claire?” Jesse asks, reaching out and touching my hand for comfort. I hate that I like it and I love how Vanessa responds, her eyes glaring at our clasped hands.

“Nothing’s wrong.” I reassure him but Vanessa continues on with whatever narrative she’s fabricated in her head to get rid of me.

“What about the cramps you mentioned?”

My cheeks flare as I pull on the sleeves of my sweater. “I’ll be okay.” I shrug her off as if nothing’s wrong because nothing is wrong except her being here.

“I don’t know, you look kind of pale.”

Jesse scrutinizes my appearance, with his thick eyebrows knit together in concentration. I flush even more beneath his unwavering stare. “I think she looks good.” Jesse says, shrugging.

There are so many words he could have used to describe me. Fine, okay, alright, but good? Dammit, why’d he have to say good?

“Thanks, Jesse.” I say to him with a small grin. Beside him Vanessa frets. As much fun as it is to poke the beast, being around her is like some special form of hell for me. I stretch in my seat and make a scene of yawning. “I am pretty tired, though. I think I’m going to head home.”

“No, don’t go.” Jesse mumbles, sounding bummed as I motion to the waiter for the check. Beside him Vanessa is beaming. She must be used to getting what she wants.

I cover the bill for everyone and stand up. “I’ll still see you tomorrow, right?” I ask Jesse tentatively. Sunday matinees of old films are a pretty typical tradition for us, although he’s been bailing on me the last few weeks. At least now I know why.

Jesse stands up too, pulling me into a bear hug that warms my entire body. I hide my face in his chest and inhale his familiar pine and cedar scent. Like usual, he kisses the top of my head and pulls away to look down at me while turning my legs into pudding in the process. “I’ll be there, my treat. I promise.”

“I’ll hold you to that.” I say, wishing to stay within his line of vision, only Vanessa’s scowling at me from behind him.

“Have a good night, guys. Nice, err, meeting you, Vanessa.”

“You too!” She says cheerily. “Hope you feel better!”

“Thanks!” I call over my shoulder. What a conniving, sneaky little bitch.

Ben’s version

Ah, Nicole.  She was my third real girlfriend.  She seemed so shy and innocent the first month we were dating, almost causing me to break up with her.  But then we took a trip to San Francisco and stayed with my friend, Leah.  That was the weekend that I decided that Nicole was a keeper – at least for a while.

It had been an unseasonably warm day for the Bay to Breakers event in San Francisco that year.  In typical San Francisco fashion, this annual “race” is overshadowed by costumes, booze, public nudity, and just plain debauchery.  We arrived back to Leah’s apartment afterward, ready to shower the day’s filth away and relax for the evening before driving home the next day.  Since her place didn’t have air conditioning, it was quite warm and surprisingly humid, even with the windows open.

Leah was a silly, fun-loving girl whom I had tried dating a decade earlier, while in university.  Despite a great mesh in personalities, we decided that we just wouldn’t make a great long-term couple.  We had kept in touch, basically staying friends with partial benefits.  Partial?  Well, we never had penetrative sex after we stopped dating, but since we were both nudists, we couldn’t help but show our desire for each other’s bodies when the mood struck us (but never in public).  She was no stranger to my semen on her skin, and her vagina was a familiar playground for my fingers and tongue.  She had C-sized tits, not quite as firm and shapely as those of a model, but they were quite easy on the eyes, nevertheless.  Due to our frequent nude beach visits together, she kept her pussy clean-shaven, exposing her tight slit with no protruding labia.  Both of us kept our physical appearance top priority with workouts rigorous enough to maintain our muscle definition but not so much that we looked like gym rats.  I loved hanging out with Leah, especially when I got to explore every inch of her body.

But those benefits with Leah were on hold this particular weekend since I had recently started dating a 19-year-old coworker named Nicole.  Her fully developed feminine shape was irresistible to my eyes, so I didn’t hesitate to make a move during her first week on the job.  She had perfect curves, more reminiscent of a woman ten years older, and her firm, perky B-size breasts were the best I’d ever laid my hands on.  Nicole wasn’t a nudist, but that was okay; she generally stayed mostly covered while happily joining me at my favorite local clothing-optional beach.  She also didn’t mind that I was nude while just hanging out around our apartments; in fact, she encouraged it!

Now, being so young and somewhat innocent, Nicole was still a virgin.  She loved sexual contact of every kind, but she just didn’t want to have my cock inside of her until she felt that the time was right.  That was fine with me since her hands and mouth never failed to send me over the edge.  And she didn’t mind one bit when I plunged my tongue or fingers between her hairless pussy lips.  Heck, even fucking her thighs was just as good in my mind; having my cock slide between her legs and across her dripping labia was pure ecstasy for both of us.  And, besides – I figured that she’d cave in at some point when her hormones overpowered her will, and it would just be a matter of time before the tip of my cock found its way to the deepest reaches of her always-wet pussy.

Back to the story.

Leah had invited Nicole and me to stay with her and attend Bay to Breakers, which Leah loved.  This particular year, Leah had acquired a sexy cop costume whose top didn’t button all the way up – which allowed some lucky participants (including me!) glimpses of her kindergarten pencil-sized nipples.  She fully got into the role, playing with strangers, handcuffing them and frisking them for weapons - all good and appropriate fun for the event.  She also carried a little digital camera to document the action.  When we returned to her apartment, I knew that she had to be eager to shed every stitch of fabric on her body, but she seemed to hold back, likely since she didn’t think it was appropriate to be naked in front of my current girlfriend.

Leah poured a glass of red wine for each of us, fully emptying the bottle.  We all sat for a few minutes to relax in the living room before cleaning up.  Nicole and I sat on the futon, and Leah took the cozy chair across from us.

“Cheers to another year of Bay to Breakers!” Leah toasted.

“Cheers!” Nicole added.  “That was totally fun today.  And you were quite a hit with everyone, Leah!  I’ll be sure to bring a costume next time.”

“Absolutely,” Leah replied.  “If we join the nudie crowd next year, you won’t need a costume!”  She laughed.

“Maybe!” Nicole said, much to my surprise.  “I’ll have to get naked with Ben next time we go to his favorite beach to see if I can handle it.  I mean, being naked in front of strangers might be a little too weird for me, but maybe it could be fun.  We’ll see.”

“It’s totally fun,” Leah replied.  “If it’s this warm for Bay to Breakers next year, I’m definitely not wearing a nasty, uncomfortable costume!  Naked is so much better!  I’m beyond ready to get out of this thing.”  She tugged at her collar with exaggerated disgust.

We chatted a bit more, and Nicole excused herself to take a shower after she finished her wine.  She returned a short while later, her firm nipples clearly showing that she skipped wearing a bra under her tight tank top.  That was enough to awaken my soft penis.  She plopped down next to me on the futon, her tits making a brief bounce as she landed on the cushion on my left side.  She caught me staring and gave me a playful smirk since she knew how much I liked her being braless.  I loved how smoothly my hands could glide over her nipples when only a single layer of fabric covered them.  That thought alone continued to pump blood into my growing erection even though I knew I wouldn’t get to fondle her until Leah had gone to bed.

I quickly finished the last sip of my wine and said, “Well, I guess it’s my turn!  I’m so ready to get out of these sweaty clothes.”

Without thinking (or maybe not), Leah quickly added with a laugh, “Totally!  I’ve never seen you dressed for so long indoors, Benny!”  I looked at her partially exposed tits and briefly forgot about Nicole for a moment.

“Right?” I added.  “I’d much rather be naked, but...”

With her cutest naughty grin, Nicole interrupted:  “I sure wouldn’t mind!”

Leah followed with, “I’m no stranger to your naked ass, so do whatever makes you comfortable!”

“Alright,” I said.  “Then it’s unanimous!”

With no need for clean clothes, I walked right past my overnight bag lying on the floor next to the futon and headed to the bathroom.

Now, I’m not completely sure how long I was in the shower since my brain was clouded with thoughts of what might happen when I emerged.  Nicole’s lack of bra had already started my engine, and the never-ending sexual tension between me and Leah was enough to keep my cock at full mast.

I wanted to play it cool, but even as I dried off, I couldn’t get my erection to subside at all.  I thought about jerking out a load, but I knew Leah was antsy to get in the shower.  And, besides, it would probably go away after a few minutes, just like it does when I’m at a nude beach.

I went ahead and walked back into the living room, casually obscuring my cock from view with the clothes that I held in my hand.  I put my clothes on top of my overnight bag, placed my towel on the futon for me to sit on (as all good nudists do), and tried not to make a show of my arousal.  I prefer to focus on “healthy” nudism, even though one of the main reasons I go to the clothing-optional beaches is to enjoy the sight of real women in all their natural glory.  Even then, I don’t flaunt a boner if it happens.

I saw Nicole glance down at my cock and grin a little more – you know, that type of smile that says, “I want you inside me right now!”  She didn’t say anything, though.

My strategic maneuvering had managed to shield my pulsing boner from Leah, so she wasn’t aware that I was mere seconds away from shooting a load of cum, given the right situation.  She just said, “Ah, now that is how I’m used to seeing you!  Lookin’ good, Benny!”

I had wondered how that would go over with Nicole, but my mind was put at ease when she put her hand on my leg, mere inches from my balls, and quickly replied with, “Hell yeah!  I’d love to saddle up on that!”

We all laughed, and I accidentally shifted my leg so that Leah finally saw my rock-hard cock.  Her eyes darted straight at it.  In her usual silly manner, she said, “Whoa, there, cowboy!  You are ready to give her a ride, aren’t you?  I’ll give you two some privacy while I get out of this sweaty costume.  The fabric that they make these out of isn’t made for comfort, that’s for sure.”

And, with that, Leah set her empty wine glass down, hopped up, and made her way down the hallway.  I realized that she was humming the melody to that country song, “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy.”

Nicole and I were on the same wavelength and both giggled as we leaned in to kiss.  I put my hand on her upper thigh, and she put a hand on my shoulder.

We heard Leah’s costume hit the floor right before she yelled, “Alright, I’ll be out in a few minutes.  You two have fun in there!”

We turned our heads and saw Leah dash to the bathroom, fully naked.  God, I loved looking at her body.  Nicole sensed this and asked somewhat playfully, “You like that, huh?”

“Um, well.  I mean, not as much as seeing you, but…”

“Well, I liked it,” Nicole said, surprising me.  That’s when I remembered that she enjoyed watching girl-on-girl porn with me, suggesting that she might be bisexual, though she’d never outright admitted it.  “She’s got a nice ass!” she said.  Admittedly, I loved Leah’s full and round butt.  It always had the right amount of tone – not too soft, yet not as hard as that of a woman bodybuilder.

“Nice,” I replied, trying not to dwell on it.  “It just made me remember how we used to shower together after spending a day at the nude beach.

“Wait – what?”  Nicole asked with a curious smirk.  “You never told me about this.”

“Oh, um - that was years ago, of course.  But, yeah - we realized that it was tough to wash the sunscreen off of our own backs, so we just started showering together.  Nothing more.”  In reality, Leah would always jack me off in the shower, and I’d lick her freshly washed pussy each time, but I didn’t think I should mention those details.

“That sounds hot,” Nicole said, surprising me even more.  “I wouldn’t mind having her soap me up!”

My cock pulsed.  Maybe this evening would be more fun than I expected.

“Really?  Well, ya wanna give her a show?” I asked with a devilish grin as I reached up to cup one of her breasts.

“No,” she said sheepishly, “but we can play a little bit while she’s in the shower.  I wanna shoot your gun, cowboy.”  She gently wrapped her left hand around my cock.  The surprise of having her warm hand grasp my shaft nearly made me shoot my load right then.

“That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” is all I could say.

We started kissing again, and I moved my right hand to squeeze her perfect breasts.  I let my fingers glide on top of the fabric that stretched tightly over her nipples.  Her hand started pumping my penis.

“Whoa.  Slow down,” I said.  “I’m too close to making a mess.  You can finish me when we go to bed.”

“Okay,” she whispered.  “But can you put a finger inside me?”  She slouched down on the couch to tilt her hips forward and then spread her legs a little to emphasize her request.  “Please?”  Her eyes looked directly into mine, the desire clear.

I don’t know how I kept my cum inside, but as we kissed some more, I used my right hand to reach into one leg of her shorts.  She spread her legs a little more to give me even more direct access to her pussy.  I loved how soft and smooth her inner thigh felt on the palm of my hand.

I prepared to slide her panties to the side - but she wasn’t wearing any!  Holy fuck.  My fingertips were instantly greeted with the slippery heaven of 19-year-old pussy.  I used a few fingers to tease her lips and play with her clit for a minute or two as we continued to make out.  Her body reacted with squirms of pleasure before she whispered, “Inside.  I want you inside me.”

With just a few more seconds to build anticipation, I parted her pussy lips and guided my first and middle fingers gently inside her.  I felt her tense up as I slowly felt around as deeply as I could inside of her vagina.  Her breathing deepened, and I gradually brought my fingers out so that they could slide around the folds of her labia, right before inserting them all the way inside again.  I felt her pussy tighten on my fingers as she let out quiet moans.

I briefly got distracted, wondering how I could wash the immense amount of her juices off my hand before Leah got back.  Just then, I heard the shower stop.  Nicole started pumping my cock again.

“Stop,” I commanded.  “There’s seriously getting ready to be a mess of jizz all over the place.  We’ll play later.”

“Okay.  Okay.  We’ll finish later,” Nicole said quietly, her smile replaced with a look of pure pleasure.  She exhaled and said, “God, I want you to fuck me.”

I’d never heard her say that before, and it made me wonder if she was ready to lose her virginity when we got back home.  Just the thought of it sent a wave of heat over my body.  I slid my fingers out of her, being careful not to get her shorts wet.  She reluctantly released my cock.  I quickly lifted her top with my dry fingers to tease her nipples with my mouth for a few seconds.  She gave a playful giggle, and then I pulled her top back down.  We took a moment to somewhat compose ourselves in preparation for our host to return.

Nicole looked toward my crotch, her eyes widening slightly.  “Damn, Ben!” she said.

I looked down and saw an unusually large amount of precum slowly leaking from the tip of my penis.

“Oops,” I said.  “I’ll wipe it off on my towel.”

As I started reaching for a section of towel, Nicole scooted away a little and quickly said, “No – I want to taste it.”

“Okay, but don’t suck!  I’m not joking about blowing a load.”

She bent over and gently took my cock with her fingers, being careful not to overstimulate me.  She licked gently, pausing briefly each time to enjoy the savory taste of my precum.  Just the sight of the back of her head down there had me fantasizing about what she might want to do after Leah went to bed.

Leah!  There she was, peeking out of the bathroom with the naughtiest grin.  I smiled at her right before she ducked back in.

“Oh, and your fingers,” Nicole said.

“What?”  I asked.

“I need to clean myself off your fingers.” 

“Yeah, sure,” I said.  She loved tasting herself, but it still surprised me.  She grabbed my hand and started sucking the two fingers that had just been inside her vagina.

Just then, acting as if she hadn’t seen anything, Leah yelled out, “Okay, you two.  I’m just about finished.”  Nicole quickly let go of my fingers and sat up, trying to act as if nothing had happened in Leah’s absence.

Leah stepped out of the bathroom, holding her towel over her torso and asked, “Do y’all mind if I stay naked, too?  Well, I mean, I know Benny doesn’t mind, but is it okay with you, Nicole?  It’s really not a big deal if it’s weird or makes you uncomfortable.  It’s just that I’m so hot from that shower, and….”

“Yeah!  No problem!” Nicole interrupted.  “I’ve been to the nude beach with Ben enough that I’m used to it, so don’t worry about me.”

Holy shit.  I’m going to see Leah naked now – in front of my current girlfriend?  My cock was the hardest it had ever been in my life.

Then, to send things over the edge, so to speak, Nicole added, “Fuck it - I’m going to join this nudist party!”  She crossed her arms to grab the bottom of her tank top and yanked it off in one quick motion, her breasts bouncing out from underneath it.  She then stood up, pulled her shorts off in an equally swift move, and plopped back down.  Her tits gave a quick little jiggle, right before she put her clothes in a little pile on the end of the futon.  She’d forgotten to put something down first, but I’m guessing that her dripping-wet pussy was a quick reminder since she got up briefly to arrange her shorts right before sitting back down on them.

This was the first time I’d been in a room with two naked women, both with whom I’d had sexual contact.  My mind started going wild, and my dick was ready to make a move when opportunity struck.

I loved Nicole’s body more than that of any other girl I’d been with.  Besides her model-perfect figure, she was naturally pale, which looked more special to me.  Tanned girls always seemed like the slutty kind who are willing to show their bodies in any situation, but Nicole’s milky-white complexion made me feel like I was the only one to experience her smooth, graceful shape.

Leah walked past, saying with excitement, “Oh my god, you guys!  I love this so much – just all of us finally being comfortable!”  I couldn’t help but glance at her bouncing tits as she strolled past us to place her towel on her chair.  “Who wants more wine?”

“I’ll take some,” Nicole quickly answered.

“Same here!”  I added.

Leah disappeared into the kitchen.  She returned with a bottle of wine in each hand, just standing there facing us.  I couldn’t help but admire her body, completely free of tanlines.  Her hips had the perfect amount of curve to frame the smooth slot that emerged from between her legs.  I swear that I was drooling at that point.  It had been several months since I had seen her fully nude.

“Red or white?” Leah asked.

“Oh, uhh…” I stammered, my dick having stolen the blood from my head.  Nicole took over.

“Let’s stay with red,” Nicole said.

“Red, it is!” Leah said.  She turned back to the kitchen, pausing briefly to look at the labels of the wine bottles.  Knowing Leah, she was probably just giving me more time to admire her ass.  She had just the right amount of crease to complement her curvy butt.  She seemed to have a little more muscle definition on the side of her legs than she did the last time I’d seen her nude.

I looked back at Nicole and couldn’t comprehend how things could get better without having an orgasm.  Since she didn’t join me in my nudist lifestyle, my mind directly associated her nakedness with sexual activity.

“Are you having fun yet?” she asked, rhetorically.

“Hell yeah, I am!  How couldn’t I?”  I replied, now feeling validated since Nicole had approved of Leah’s nudity.  “And you?”

“Absolutely,” Nicole said.  “She’s got such a great body.  You two must be a real treat for the nude beaches.  Maybe she can join us next time she’s in our area.”

Just then, Leah came back into the room.  “Look at you two little nudies!” she said.  “I’m so glad y’all came to visit.  That was so fun today!  Oh, we should look at the pictures from today after I get this wine poured.”

Leah poured wine into Nicole’s glass first and then moved over to me as I held my glass out.

“Damn, Benny!  You’re gonna poke someone’s eye out with that thing!” she said, pausing briefly as she stared at my stone-hard erection.  “I thought y’all had taken care of business while I was in the shower.”

“Ha!  Well, with two naked hotties within arm’s reach, what do you expect?” I said.  “Don’t worry – it’ll chill out shortly.”

“We’ll see about that,” Leah said, giving a little giggle.  I’m not sure if she was referring to my insanely high libido or if she had other plans.  The thought of “other plans” kept my penis at full attention.

She continued over to Nicole to fill her glass.

“Oh my gosh, I love your boobs!” Leah said, pausing to admire.  “Wow – mine are kinda saggy, but yours…”  Leah motioned in my direction.  “No wonder this guy is rock-hard!”

It’s always been funny to me how women can make such comments about each other’s bodies like that, especially when it came to breasts.  I suppose it was almost always up to the genetic lottery (and some lifestyle choices, of course) as to what shape and size breasts a woman ended up with, so it seemed like matter-of-fact conversation.

“Aw, thanks!” Nicole replied.  “I just wish they were as big as yours.  Now, that is the perfect size, in my mind.”  Both girls giggled, their tits bouncing in unison.  It really couldn’t get better than this.

Then it seemed to go a step further.

“And the all-important question:  do you shave all the way?” Leah asked.  “Ben loves his smoothies!”  She grinned and looked over at me.  I couldn’t deny it:  a cleanly shaved pussy looks more naked to me, and that is a total turn-on.

I looked over just as Nicole was uncrossing her legs to put her bare lips on full display.

“Yep,” Nicole said.  “I kept a neatly trimmed little patch for our first times naked together, but Ben was quick to let me know that he likes me clean-shaven.  Well, only if I wanted it as well, of course.”

“I love that clean little slot!” I said, consumed by the view of her most intimate parts.  There was no way my dick could get any harder than it was.  I was surprised that I didn’t cum at that moment.

“Same here,” Leah added, likely surprising both of us.  “I got tired of shaving every week since I still try to hit the beach a few times per month, so I started waxing a few months ago.”  She adjusted her posture to get a better view of her smooth mound, feeling it with her unoccupied hand.

Leah took the bottle of wine back to the kitchen and came back to retrieve her camera from the backpack that she was wearing during Bay to Breakers.  Now, it would’ve been simple enough for her to get on the floor to unzip the backpack, but she seemed to intentionally choose a more revealing method.  She stepped over to her backpack and squatted down, spreading her legs in our direction.  I know she can be very comfortable when nude – and even a bit absent-minded – but this undoubtedly had to be a tease directed my way.  Her pussy lips parted, revealing her delicate inner labia dangling downward, jiggling ever so slightly as she rummaged through her backpack.  The light from the window behind her reflected off the floor to give such a clear view of her most intimate folds, usually hidden since she had an “innie” pussy.  My mind instantly shot to one of the times when Leah and I were dating, how I’d parted her inner lips with the tip of my dick, slowly sliding it around her folds before entering her.

I gulped.  Nicole gave me a playful slap on my leg, snapping me back into reality – which was quite amazing, either way.  I suppose it was more of a reminder that I was actually in a relationship with the incredibly attractive naked 19-year-old next to me, not the woman across from us with her pussy on full display.

“Ah!  I found it!” Leah said as she stood up with the small digital camera in hand.  “Do y’all mind if I sit between y’all?  It’ll be a bit cozy, but that way y’all can both see the pictures.”

Nicole immediately scooted closer to the pillows on her side of the futon and said, “Come on over!”  She adjusted her shorts to be fully under her butt and patted the section of cushion between us.  I mirrored her actions, making some room for Leah between us.

Leah set her towel down on the futon and sat down.  Due to the pillows on each side of the futon (which we didn’t bother to remove), our three naked bodies were touching, but I kinda wished I had been in the middle.  Having my bare hip touch Leah’s bare hip felt like cheating by itself, but I also knew that Nicole was fully supporting everything going on.

Leah scrolled through the photos from the day and then turned the camera off.  “I love that y’all decided to visit!” she said.  “We definitely have to do it naked next year!”  She got up to set the camera on the table next to her chair and get her glass of wine.  She turned toward us and said, “Aw, y’all look so cute!  Scoot together and I’ll get a picture of you two.  Oh, wait – is that okay?”

“Yeah, that would be fun,” Nicole said.  My boner hadn’t gone away, but I figured that wouldn’t matter.

I adjusted my towel so that both of us could sit on it in the middle of the futon.

“Okay.  Say, ‘nudie!’” Leah said with a laugh.  She took a few pictures, but Nicole interrupted.

“Oh, jeez!” Nicole said, looking down at my cock.  I had gotten precum on her.

“Ah, sorry,” I said.  I quickly wiped off the precum off her hip with my hand.  “Do you have a tissue that I could use, Leah?”

“Wait,” Nicole said.  “I want to lick it off.”

“Whoa!” Leah exclaimed.  “Y’all are ready for the sexy photo session now, huh?”  She laughed.

“Maybe,” Nicole said while smiling at me, giving me the biggest surprise yet.  I had taken photos of her naked, but we didn’t have any of us together.

“I swear, Benny – you’re gonna have to shoot that gun of yours or else you’re going to explode!” Leah said.

“Well, that might happen a little later,” Nicole added, giving me a wicked little smile.  Assuming that she meant after Leah went to bed, my balls ached even more.

Nicole scooted away just enough that she could bend over and lick the precum off of my dick.  She gave little sounds of satisfaction as the camera quietly clicked in Leah’s hands.  I looked over at Leah and saw her smiling while intently focused on the camera’s display.

Nicole sat up and giggled a little.  “How was that?” she asked Leah.  I was slightly bummed since I thought this was the end of the “sexy” photo session.

“Perfect!” Leah replied.  “Do it again.  I’m gonna take some shots from a different angle.”  I quietly thanked Leah in my head as she stood up and took a few steps over.

“Okay,” Nicole said without hesitation.  She bent back over to greet my cock with her mouth.  She gave it a few licks, but with no more precum to clean up, she decided to take it to the next level.  I felt the warmth of her mouth engulf my cock while I was still looking at the back of her head.  I never would have guessed that Nicole had this side to her.  Up to this point, she had been very reserved – almost boring – when it came to sexuality.   Sure, we had our fair share of orgasms together, but it just wasn’t exciting.  But now she was showing me that she had an exhibitionist side to her.  Trying to stay in the moment, I couldn’t help but wonder what else she might surprise me with.

“Oh, fuck,” I said.

“That’s perfect!” Leah said.  “I love it!”

“Hold on.  Hold on,” I said.  “I can’t hold it much longer!”

“Mmmm,” Leah added.  “I want to see you cum.”  She was still pressing the shutter button on the camera.

Nicole quickly pulled back.  “Nope – not before I get a turn.”   I thought this meant that I would have to wait until we all retired for the evening, something that would leave my balls aching until I could finally expel the sperm waiting for their release.  But, adding to the surprises for the evening, Nicole looked me in the eyes and said, “Let’s do that thing where I rub your dick on my pussy.”

“What?  Oh, right.  Yeah, I’d be up for that!” I said, wondering if I could still get a chance to cum before we went to bed.

Since we didn’t actually have full-on vaginal sex, Nicole liked it when we sat facing each other on a bed, both leaned back, and one of us rubbed the head of my dick on her labia and clit.  I never got off when we did this, but it was always so hot to see my massive (well, so it seemed) cock right at the smooth entrance between her legs.

Then Leah’s voice interrupted.  Her usual silly tone had subsided into a serious, yet sensual feel.  “Hold on.  Let’s put the futon down so you guys have more room.”

Neither Nicole or I said anything.  We just stood up to kiss while Leah ran around the futon to do the conversion to a bed.  My erection bounced around awkwardly as I stepped out of the way.  A bed sheet was haphazardly spread on top of the futon, and Nicole and I got on top.  She arranged a pillow on one end of the mattress and lay down.  She looked me in the eyes, bent her knees up slightly, and slowly opened her legs to put her pussy on full display for me – and Leah, of course.  This is when it hit me that she was truly overrun with horniness.  I loved this view with any woman since it was almost always followed by the merging of our two bodies.  To complete the image, Nicole reached down and parted her inner labia just slightly and left them like that as I got into position.  They were glistening with her juices in the late afternoon light.

I sat in between her legs and leaned back.  I scooted forward until my dick could reach her pussy if one of us bent it downward.  It was so astoundingly hard that I wondered how it was going to be possible, so I propped myself up with my arms behind me to make it easier.

“How’s that?” I asked.

“That’s perfect, you guys,” Leah answered, thinking that I was asking her.

“Yeah, that’s perfect,” Nicole repeated.  She pinched her nipples with her left hand and used her right hand to grab my cock and bend it down to touch her slippery folds.  She turned to Leah and asked, “How does that look?”

“Sexy as fuck,” Leah replied while taking some more photos.

Nicole started rubbing the head of my cock on her pussy, paying close attention to her clit.  She bit her lip and gave quiet moans.  Her pace quickened until my dick was a blur, seemingly vibrating across her glistening lips.  Her breath deepened more.  Hardly more than a minute had passed when I could see on her face that she’d reached her goal.

“Oh my god.  Oh my god,” Nicole said.  I heard the camera’s shutter as Leah adjusted her position.  “Oh my god.  I’m gonna cum!”

And, just like that - this girl who I thought was shy and innocent – had probably the most intense orgasm of her life in front of her boyfriend and his former girlfriend, whom she’d just met a day prior.

“Ohhhhhh!  Fuck!” Nicole released.  The orgasm clearly continued a little while longer, her body spasming a few times as pleasure waved through.

Her breathing slowed, and she lay there, her body melting with relaxation.  The extreme concentration on her face gradually faded into an effortless expression of bliss.

Leah finally broke the silence.  “That was so fucking hot,” she said.

“Yeah, it was,” I followed.

Nicole’s eyes opened.  “Wait,” she said.  “We’re not done.  I want to be on top.”

I wasn’t going to deny this opportunity, so I lay fully back on the mattress while Nicole sat up and moved into place to straddle me.  She lowered slowly down on top of my dick and made some small adjustments to allow her smooth lips to drape partially over my cock, its head swollen with readiness.  She leaned over and put her hands on the mattress on each side of my head, her shoulder-length brown hair falling around her face above mine.  She loved this position, so it wasn’t a huge surprise that she wanted to grind on my shaft to get herself off again.

“Oh my gosh,” Leah said.  “I love this position.  Your boobs look so good!”  Indeed, they did, since they hung off her chest slightly more, giving the illusion of more perkiness than they already had.

“Yeah, they do,” I added while reaching up with both hands to squeeze them.  Nicole made gentle sounds of satisfaction and started gliding up and down my aching cock, her own juices lubricating my shaft.  I felt like I was the star of a porn video.

“Fuck.  Your dick feels so fucking good,” Nicole whispered to me.  “I want to put the tip in just enough that it stays in place for a few photos, okay?”

Now, I would normally be up for this with a woman, but I put on the brakes.

“No – I’ve got way too much precum leaking out,” I whispered back.  “If I had a condom, I might…”

“I’ve been on the pill for the last two months,” she said less quietly.  “I was gonna tell you when we got back, but I’m ready now.  I’m ready to feel you inside me.”

I could see Leah in the corner of my eye, raising the camera to capture whatever was going to happen next.  I felt the look of surprise on my face as words failed to emerge.  Looking back at the photos, it was actually quite comical.

Before I could say anything, Nicole lifted her hips slightly and reached behind her to grab my cock.  She swirled it around her slippery entrance and moved back just enough to keep it in place.  The warmth was intoxicating.

Leah stepped over to get a clearer view and took a few photos.  These were some of my favorite ones, as my dick was glistening with Nicole’s juices, and it looked especially long since only the head was fully within her pussy.

Nicole then slid back ever so slowly and effortlessly took a few inches of my cock inside of her.  She closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and inhaled with pleasure, ecstasy flooding through her body.  We were finally having sex!

“Fuuuuuuuck,” I finally said.  The heat of her pussy was just about to drain the cum from my body.  I hadn’t felt that in almost a year, when I was with my last girlfriend.  Aside from our heavy breathing, we didn’t move.

Nicole finally opened her eyes and looked at me with a seriousness that I’d never seen in her.  She simply said, “I want you to fuck me, Ben.”

I had been ready for this moment for months, since the first time we’d had our clothes off together.  She loved grinding her pussy on my erection, and I’d always imagine her taking it inside her, the thought of which inevitably resulted in my cum squirting all over my chest.  And, now, to have Leah as our audience – it was almost too much for me to comprehend.

“Right here?  Right now?  In front of Leah?” I asked, hoping for all affirmative answers.

“Yes – I want you now,” Nicole said with laser-sharp focus.

Leah had been quiet the last few minutes, but she finally piped up in a quiet voice:  “Do you guys want to be alone?”

“No,” Nicole replied.  “We’re gonna put on a show for you.”  She bent down to kiss me.

I slid my hands down to her hips and pushed slightly to encourage her to take all of my cock inside her.  She took my lead, lowering slowly down to my balls.  She whimpered almost inaudibly, but I felt a quick shiver through her body as she collapsed onto me.  I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her tight to my chest.  The intimacy was all-consuming, feeling the virginity leave her body.

“How’s that?” I asked, wanting to be considerate of her first time.

“Oh, fuck,” Nicole whispered right next to my ear.  “I love having you inside me.  I want to feel you cum.”

“Okay, but I’m not going to last long.”

“That’s okay,” Nicole said.  “We’ll get to do it again.”

I brought my knees up so that my feet were firmly on the mattress, her ass cradled on my thighs.  The camera clicked a few times in Leah’s hands, confirming an attentive audience.  I rocked my hips down slightly and felt my dick emerge slightly from the warmth of her body.  After a few seconds, I relaxed and felt her push more forcefully down on my cock as I lifted my hips back up.  I could feel the wetness of her pussy on my balls.

“Oh, god!” Nicole gasped.

“Are you close to coming?” I whispered in her ear.

She nodded, unable to speak through her lust-filled breaths.

“Let’s come together,” I said.  I moved my hands to guide her hips up so that I could give her longer strokes.

I started rocking my hips to lengthen the strokes of my shaft within her body, gradually quickening the pace.  I was worried that I would cum before she would, but her breathing soon turned into yelps, signaling her inevitable first non-virgin orgasm.

“Oh god!  Oh god!” she said more loudly than she ever had during any of our previous intimate encounters.  “I’m gonna cum!”

“I’m gonna cum, too!” I followed.

Her body spasmed uncontrollably while she wrapped her hands underneath my back and squeezed.  Feeling her pussy tighten on my cock sent it over the edge as well.  I could feel each pulse of jizz shooting forcefully into her pussy. 

“Oh!  Oh!  Ohhhh!” Nicole screamed.  She was usually a moaner, but she full-on made us (and probably a few of Leah’s neighbors) fully aware of her pleasure.  I’m guessing that it was a combination of the alcohol and first-time sex that finally got her so vocal.

My dick then had that once-familiar feeling of my hot seed covering the length of its shaft as I continued to stroke it deep within her.  I could feel the cum being expelled through the length of my cock, stream after stream.  I kinda wished that I had pulled out so that I could give Leah more of a show, but the desire to shoot my load directly into Nicole’s pussy was too much.  Besides, the way it felt, I probably would have shot all the way to the wall behind my head!  I’d never experienced such an intense orgasm before, and I haven’t felt a better one since.

Our bodies covered in sweat, the motions of lovemaking finally ceased, the tenseness within our bodies subsided to a bliss-filled mush of flesh.  Only my cock was still hard within her.  The room was silent for a few minutes while we let the moment fully play out.  Nicole finally pushed herself up enough to kiss me.

“How was that?” I finally asked.

“It was fucking amazing,” Nicole said, still slightly short of breath.  “I never realized that your cum would feel so hot while shooting inside me.  God, that was so fucking amazing.”

I rocked my hips downward to withdraw my cock, its gentle wet slap on my stomach signaling the ending of this session, but I knew it would be the first of many.  I felt some of my jizz drip out of Nicole’s pussy.

“That was so fucking hot, you guys,” Leah finally said.  “But it looks like y’all need another shower!”  She laughed.

Knowing that my cock could recharge for another round and hoping to continue this sex-filled evening, I said while looking at Nicole, “Well, we should probably save on water, right?”

“Could I get someone to help wash me off?” Nicole asked.

We both looked at Leah.

To be continued

The first thing I noticed when I got out of the car was that he had gotten hotter.

Goddammit. 

It was the summer after freshman year of college, and I was meeting up with my high school friends to camp on the beach—a yearly tradition since we could drive.

The sun was already low in the sky when I arrived, pulling into the sparsely-occupied lot around 8pm. We would make a bonfire and sit around drinking and talking and making s’mores until the sun came up.

“Hey Frankie!” Sam called, walking briskly up the beach toward me. My name’s Francesca and I’ve always hated the nickname Frankie—except when he used it. He had been a friend since our awkward middle school days, but I’d been nursing a reluctant crush on him since about junior year of high school. Our timing had never been quite right, and the fact that he had gone away to college and come back even hotter didn’t make it any easier.

“Hey, Sam,” I called back. I reached into my trunk, grabbed my backpack, and slung it over my shoulder. I slammed the trunk closed and there he was, his eyes shining.

“It’s so good to see you,” he said, pulling me into a bear hug. “You look great.”

“You do too!” I responded, trying to be casual, feeling anything but casual. “You’ve already got a great summer tan going.”

“Yeah, lifeguarding will do that,” he said. “Well, come on, come on, let’s get back over to everyone.”

As it turned out, I was the last to arrive. Everyone else was there—we were about a dozen people altogether—and the bonfire was already burning merrily. I tossed my backpack into the pile of stuff the others had brought and laid out my towel by the fire. 

We spent the next several hours catching up as the sun went down, laughing and joking like no time had passed. Amy’s older brother had gotten us a couple of cases of beer, and we drank enthusiastically. 

The fire began to die down, and Sam popped to his feet and volunteered to get more driftwood. “Hey, Frankie—want to come with me?”

A chorus of “ooooooo” went around the bonfire and I blushed, but stood up to follow Sam down the beach.

“Don’t be too long, guys!” a voice called after us. I wasn’t sure who it was, but I made a mental note to strangle them when I got back.

Sam and I trundled along the beach in silence for a few moments, looking for logs of driftwood to bring back to the fire. The whitewashed lifeguard tower swam gradually out of the darkness, and the words spilled out of my mouth before my brain could stop them:

“Hey—race you to the lifeguard tower!”

Without waiting for him to acknowledge me, I began running, the sand shifting under my bare feet. I ran, laughing and gasping, and just as I was about to reach the tower I felt him grab me around the waist. I shrieked as we went tumbling to the sand and he landed on top of me, his face inches from mine.

“You’ve been making me chase you for a long time,” he said. “But I’ve caught you now.”

I didn’t understand what he meant until his lips were on mine.

My head spun from our fall, from the beer, from the feel of his tongue in my mouth. Was he really kissing me?

He answered the question before I could ask it. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”

“Me too,” I whispered.

He smiled in the dark and grabbed my hand. “Come on.”

He pulled me up from the sand and up the short set of stairs to the deck that overlooked the water. He pushed me up against the wall of the tiny building, my back against the rough wood, and kissed me again. 

“We’ll have to be quick,” he said, and I nodded.

His hands slid up my front to cup my breasts, gently pushing aside my bikini top to expose my nipples to the warm night air. He caressed them gently as he kissed me, sending tingles through my body as I felt his hardness growing against me. His bare chest was warm against mine, his skin a welcome heat even in the midsummer humidity. 

Sweat broke out on my forehead as we kissed urgently, as if we’d never have the opportunity again.

For all we knew, we wouldn’t.

I had on a pair of denim shorts over my bikini bottoms, and he unbuttoned them and pushed them down my hips. They puddled at my feet and I stepped out of them. His hands stayed at my hip level, one cupping my ass as the other slipped between my legs to pull my bathing suit aside.

The moment he touched me there I was putty in his hands, dripping wet as a thousand different fantasies came true at once. I shuddered at his touch and threw my arms around his neck, holding him closer as he probed into me. 

“You’re so wet for me already,” he breathed. “Are you ready for me?”

I nodded, panting. He pulled me away from the wall and positioned me against the railing. I leaned on it, propped on my elbows, and he pulled my bathing suit aside again. He ran his fingers through the wetness between my legs one more time, and then he was pushing into me. 

Not a single one of the fantasies I’d envisioned over the duration of my crush could hold a candle to the real thing. He was inside me, actually inside me, his hand on my breast and his mouth on my neck. I pushed back into him, needing him deeper, needing him to fill me up.

He chuckled in my ear. “If I’d known you wanted me so bad, I would’ve made my move sooner,” he whispered. I groaned and pushed back harder. His other hand slipped down to my clit and began to rub light circles over it, and my knees nearly buckled under me. Another moan escaped from me, louder this time.

“Shhhhh.” His breath in my ear. “You don’t want them to hear us, do you?”

I shook my head, unable to speak.

“Good girl.”

His words sent shivers through me, and I bit back a whimper.

He moved slowly, silently, in and out of me, the only sound his heavy breathing in my ear. I twisted toward him and we kissed again, his tongue seeking mine, my breathing coming faster as he pushed me toward the edge. Sweat was running down my face now, his body a furnace pressed against mine, the air wet and close on our skin. 

His thrusts came hardier, jerkier. My legs began to tremble and he held me firmly against him, one finger still teasing my clit, and then I was spasming uncontrollably, my muscles clenching down on the hard shaft inside me. He lasted for two more thrusts and then I felt him begin to pulse, holding me against him as he came. We quivered together, lips touching, as the pleasure washed over us.

We rested together for a moment, his sweaty forehead resting on my shoulder, his hands still on my breast and between my legs. He pulled out slowly and slipped my bathing suit back into place, then tucked himself back into his shorts. I stepped back into my discarded denim shorts and buttoned them up again. I could feel his come dripping slowly out of me to soak my bathing suit.

“Come on, let’s actually go find some driftwood.” He reached for my hand and laced his fingers with mine.

***

We returned to the bonfire about ten minutes later, our arms full of driftwood logs. We’d been gone only twenty minutes, but the group teased us anyway. We just shrugged and dropped the logs in a pile so some of the guys could start building the fire back up, then sat down on opposite sides of the pit. As conversation resumed, we glanced at each other across the fire from time to time, sharing secret smiles that we hoped no one noticed.

The sun began to come up as the fire died down again, and people began to drift away. Sam and I were among the last two people left, and I could tell we were both lingering, waiting to be alone. He approached as I shook the sand from my towel, then began to fold it up.

“Sam, I—” He cut me off with a kiss, and I stared at him, nonplussed.

“What were you going to say?” he asked, his face still close to mine.

“I…don’t remember,” I said, and he kissed me again. “This is a surprise,” I murmured. My towel had fallen to the sand, forgotten; his hands were on my hips again and I couldn’t form rational thoughts.

“Why?” he said, smiling, pulling me closer.

“I just—I didn’t—I thought maybe—I thought it was just, like, that you probably wanted a one time thing.” I had to drag the words out; the gold flecks in his brown eyes were all I could think about.

“Frankie,” he said, his hand cupping my face now as he looked into my eyes, “if you think I’m going to give this up, and by this I mean both our friendship and what we did a few hours ago—” His eyes flick toward the lifeguard tower, then back to me. “—you’re crazy.”

“But I thought—” Why am I fighting this, isn’t this what I’ve wanted—even though I didn’t want to want it—for years? “I thought, you know, going back to school—we’re both working during the summer—”

“We’ll figure it out,” he said, and kissed me again, lightly. 

“Oh…okay,” I said, a smile spreading across my face.

“Now,” he said, picking up my towel and brushing the sand from it again. “Can I take you out to breakfast?”

I smiled and laced my fingers through his, and together we walked to the parking lot.

It was Saturday afternoon and I was out in the garage working on my motorcycle while my girlfriend Jess was out having lunch and some retail therapy with her best friend Samantha.

Around 5pm I was just about to sit down and watch TV when Jess and Sam both came in a little tipsy and laughing and giggling spurred on by what I suspected was quite a few cocktails.

“Hey babe we’re back.” Jess called out as she put down her bags down and came into the living room with a slightly drunken smile on her face.

“Hey how was your afternoon!” I asked.

“It was great, just what the doctor ordered.” She replied.

“Can you do me a huge favour?” Jess asked.

“What’s that?” I replied.

“Can you make me and Sam some more cocktails? We want to keep the fun going.” Jess asked smiling at me.

“Yeah sure.” I replied.

I made my way out to the kitchen, grabbed the blender from the cupboard and started grabbing bottles and glasses from the counter all the while listening to the girls laughing and chatting while I played bartender. About 10 minutes or so later I wandered back into the living room with 2 pina colada’s and a bottle of beer and joined the girls.

After several more rounds of drinks it was now late in the evening and despite my best efforts to catch up with them because of their head start all 3 of us were drunk and now listening to music and talking when Jess piped up with a bizarre idea.

“You guys wanna play truth or dare?” Jess asked with a huge grin.

“Uh…. Ok I guess.” I replied.

“Yeah that sounds like fun.” Sam also replied.

“Great! I’ll you go first!” Jess said excitedly.

“Sam, truth or dare?” Jess asked.

“Truth.” Sam replied.

“Have you ever kissed a woman?” Jess asked.

“Yes, yes I have.” Sam replied.

They both looked at each other and giggled mischievously.

“My turn!” Sam exclaimed.

“Jess, truth or dare?” Sam asked.

“Dare!” Jess replied.

At this point I wasn’t really paying attention to what was going on rather I was preoccupied with a notification and I was looking at my phone when I got blindsided.

“Jess I DARE YOU to suck Danny’s cock while I watch!” Sam said with a naughty smile.

My head snapped up from my phone.

“Wait, what?” I exclaimed.

“Oh come on.” Jess replied.

“Woah hang on a minute! This is going a bit far isn’t it?” I stammered.

“It’ll be fun and exciting!” Jess exclaimed.

Before I could object any further Jess was undoing the fly on my jeans.

“Hang on do you really think this is a good idea?” I asked.

Jess didn’t say anything instead smiled and pushed me back into the sofa and continued to undo my jeans and pulled out my now semi erect cock and slowly started stroking. I looked nervously at Sam who was now fixated on my steadily growing member.

The surge of adrenaline and excitement of being watched in such an intimate moment soon had me rock hard. Jess began to tease me with the tip of her tongue, every caress made my cock twitch and throb. Sam shifted and sat forward in the chair to get a better look at her friend in action. I closed my eyes for a moment in enjoyment and when I opened them again I looked at Sam once again to see was now very interested in the show happening on the other side of the room.

I was fully onboard now and was ready to do anything the girls wanted. Sam got out of the chair and walked over to the couch to view the action up close. Standing over her friend Sam unbuttoned her pants and slid her hand down the front of her bright pink panties that were now visible from her open jeans.

I leaned back and closed my eyes absolutely loving the moment that was unfolding in front of me. Jess stopped teasing with her tongue. I noticed almost immediately something was different, the tongue now running up my shaft had a metal stud in it. Jess didn’t have a tongue piercing, but Sam did. My eyes opened and I looked down to find that they’d swapped over. Sam was now on her knees in front of me with my cock in her mouth while Jess perched on the edge of the couch watching her friend blow me.

I looked on wide eyed unable to process just how fast this was escalating. Jess unbuttoned her jeans and slipped out of them and pulled down her panties and sat back on the couch spreading her legs and started touching herself. For several intense minutes I was getting a blow job from my girlfriend’s bestie while she masturbated on the couch next to me.

Sam eventually stopped and looked at Jess now playing with her dripping wet pussy. Sam looked at me and I nodded with a smile, Sam moved away from me and positioned herself on her knees directly in front of Jess. They both made eye contact and giggled before Sam pushed her face between Jess’s thighs and started licking her clit.

I watched on with renewed interest as Jess Squirmed with pleasure with each stroke of Sam’s tongue on her clit. Jess put her hand on Sam’s head and pushed her face deeper into her wet slit. Jess moaned loudly and squirmed again. I started stroking my length as I watched my girlfriend get eaten out by another woman.

Jess reached over and put her hand on mine and stopped me in my tracks. She looked at me and shook her head before leaning closer and breathlessly whispering.

“Fuck her while she eats me out!” Jess instructed.

I got off the couch and stepped out of my jeans and walked behind Sam and knelt behind her. I inched her jeans down exposing her pert and firm little ass with her bright pink panties that disappeared between her cheeks. Sam didn’t flinch or even stop what she was doing as a pair of hands pulled her pants down. I looked down at her perfect ass in front of me. I was shaking with nervous anticipation as I reached forward and pushed my fingers between her ass cheeks and pulled her panties out of her ass and to the side. Again without stopping she arched her back and pushed her ass up for me.

Taking my cock in my hand I guided the tip inside of her. I was surprised to feel how wet she was and I easily slipped all the way inside of her. Having my entire length in her was finally enough to break her concentration and her head lifted and she let out a loud moan as I filled her. I put my hands on her hips and slowly thrust into her with each stroke she let out a muffled groan as her face was buried in Jess’s pussy.

Several minutes passed with me pounding Sam while she brought Jess to climax. Jess let out a loud squeal as she climaxed and for the first time I witnessed Jess squirting. She covered Sam before slumping into a trembling breathless heap on the couch as Sam moaned louder and fast as i picked up my pace. Jess was done and now it was Sam’s turn to cum before I finished. Sam began to push back against me with every forward thrust pushing me deeper inside of her. I could tell she was getting close her moaning was becoming more frequent and louder as her legs began to shake as she got closer and closer to the edge.

I was starting to worry as I was getting to the point of no return and I was determined to finish Sam first. Jess had now composed herself and slipped off the couch and was now kneeling next to me watching intently as her boyfriend’s cock disappeared inside of her best friend’s smooth slick pussy. With a a renewed sense of urgency I fucked Sam harder and faster before she slammed back against me and groaned loudly as she climaxed. I continued to thrust into her so I could now finish.

Only a handful of thrusts into Sam’s swollen lips before I grunted “I’m gonna cum.”

“Oh no you don’t!” Jess stated putting her hand on my stomach and pushing me back and out of her friend before greedily sucking her friend’s wetness off of me.

“Stand up!” Jess demanded.

I got to my feet and looked down to see Jess and Sam on their knees in front of me. What I was looking at looked just like all those videos I’d watched on the internet!

“Well, what are you waiting for?”’ Jess exclaimed before looking at Sam and giggled.

I began to stroke vigorously looking at them both on their knees in front of me. Jess pulled down her top exposing her large, heavy breasts. Sam looked at Jess and followed suit pulling down her top revealing her smaller but incredibly perky tits. I was standing there jerking off in front of my girlfriend Jess a voluptuous blonde with huge tits and big ass and Sam her friend a slim and athletic brunette with perky tits and a firm round ass. Looking down at the 2 of them waiting for me while i masturbated furiously not wanting to disappoint either of them.

They decided to speed up the process give me a hand. They started passionately kissing each other while looking up at me. That got me to the edge real quick.

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum!” I grunted as they both moved closer. With 2 more strokes I exploded, half a dozen huge jets of cum covered Jess and Sam’s faces and tits! I went light headed from the exertion and alcohol. I steadied myself and admired my work. Jess had cum on her lips and chin and a small stream of it going down between her large breasts. Sam had cum on her lips and cheeks as well as a load in her hair.

Jess and Sam both stood up and looked at each other and giggled before taking off the remainder of their clothes.

“I think we all need a shower before we go any further!” Jess said gesturing towards the stairs. I let the girls lead as they both climbed the stairs with me behind watching their asses wiggle as we went up. Jess offered Sam the shower first and as she went to get cleaned up we talked about what had just happened.

“That was insane!” I exclaimed

“It was amazing, I want more!” Jess said smiling at me as we sat on the edge of the bed.

“I’m down to go again if you and Sam are?” I replied.

“I can see that!” Jess said gesturing to my cock as it started to rise again.

A few minutes later Sam emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel and stood in the doorway watching Jess slowly stroking my cock again as I leaned back enjoying the moment.

“Hey that’s not fair you started again without me.” Sam said.

“Just getting him warmed up for round 2 if you’re interested.” Jess said jokingly.

“Of course i am!” Sam said as Jess got off the bed and headed towards the shower.

It looks like I was in for one hell of a night with my girlfriend and her best friend…….

Synopsis: Amy offers Liam a new place to come besides the shower.

My roommate is a dick.

Every morning he takes a shower that lasts until the water runs cold, leaving me with no hot water to shower in. 

I’ve confronted him about it, but he doesn’t seem to care. 

“What are you doing in there for so long anyway?” I wonder.

The corner of his mouth ticks up. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Ewww. In the shower?”

“It’s the best place to do it. The mess cleans up itself.”

I shudder and head to my room for the night. “Just save me some hot water, okay?”

Liam smiles. “I’ll try, but I can’t make any promises.”

The next morning there’s no hot water. 

When I get home from work I find him sprawled across the couch, playing some stupid racing game. “There was no hot water again this morning.” I tell him, taking the spot beside him and reaching for the remote.

“Sorry, Amy. I had a lot on my mind.” He glances at me out of his peripherals and pauses his game.

“You seem to have a lot on your mind every morning.”

He smirks. “Want to know what I think about?” He asks. Just as I’m about to oppose he continues on. “I think about you. About the way you strut around this apartment wearing fucking booty shorts and crop tops every day. The way you come home from work in those tight ass skirts that hug your hips so fucking snug I pop a semi just thinking about them.” He glances down to my lap. “You know, like the one you’re wearing right now.”

I swear all the air in the room evaporates, because what he said hits me hard. He jacks off to the thought of me? 

I can’t help it, the thought intrigues me. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t masturbate to the thought of him a time or two, imagining what that smart mouth can do.

“And you do this because you’re trying to avoid making a mess?” I ask him while the gears start spinning loose in my head.

He shrugs. “Mostly, yeah.”

“How about we make a deal? Any time you feel the need for release, come find me and I’ll give you somewhere to come that’s mess-free.” I pause and gaze over at his shell-shocked expression. “In return, I get to take a hot fucking shower in the morning.”

He’s quiet.

The room is silent except for the sound of his deep breaths. “What do you mean mess-free?”

I roll my eyes. “You have two options. You can come here.” I point to my mouth. “Or you can come here.” And I point to my pussy.

“You mean like, inside?” He says, his breath rattling.

I nod. “Mmhm. As much and as often as you want. Breed me for all I care. I just know I want to feel your hot cum drip out of me afterwards.”

He drums his fingers on his thighs rapidly. “And I can do this any time I want to?” He asks, his green eyes boring into mine.

“Whenever you need to. As long as I get my hot showers back.”

He nods and goes silent for a moment. 

“Hey, Amy?”

“Yeah, Liam?”

I observe as he tugs on himself through his shorts. “I need a release.”

Heat pools in my belly instantly. “Okay.” I stand up to undress but he stops me.

“Keep the skirt on.” He glances at my face. “Glasses too.”

“Whatever you say.” I strip out of my shirt and bra and fall to my knees in front of him. Beneath his shorts his cock is throbbing, straining against the loose fabric. Curling my fingers around his waistband, I tug his shorts off his hips and am pleasantly surprised by the sight I’m greeted with. He’s so thick. Average in length but fuck, I know if I sat down on him right now he’d take me places I’ve never been before.

I wrap my hand around him and start to stroke, loving the way he throbs in my hand.

Leaning forward, I lick my lips before sucking his balls into my mouth one by one, rolling my tongue over the smooth and sensitive skin.

“Holy shit!” He groans. I look up at him through my glasses and grin while I hum needily around his balls before pulling off of him. Darting out my tongue, I draw straight lines up and down the length of his cock and open my mouth to slowly take him in.

My right hand pumps the base of his cock while I bob my head and work my tongue around his length. With my left hand I fondle his balls and roll them between my fingers. His hands reach for my ponytail and start to tug. I let him control the pace, let him use my mouth and fuck my throat until I choke but he doesn’t stop. He continues to piston his hips in and out of my mouth until I feel his balls tighten in my hand.

“Fuckkk, Amy.” He groans as his cock pulses in my mouth, spilling his delicious cum onto my tongue and down my throat. Once I know he’s done, I pull away and smile up at him.

“See, no mess.” I say while wiping the corners of my lips and patting his thigh gently.

The next morning I go to take a shower expecting hot water. Instead it’s frigid. I’m going to kill him.

******

I slam the door to the apartment closed when I get home from work. Kicking off my shoes, I stomp over to Liam’s room and walk right in, not bothering to knock. I catch him off guard, with his hard cock stiff in his hand.

“Again? You’ve got to be kidding me. First you come in my mouth last night. Then I take a shower this morning and it’s freezing. Now you’re jerking off again? I thought you liked to keep it mess-free?”

He looks up at me with a stupid smile on his face. “You’re right on time, I just started. Care to join me? I’d love to give that pussy a feel.”

I tremble from his words as I start stripping out of my clothes. I’ve thought of nothing but his cock for the last twenty-four hours. 

I crawl onto his bed and straddle his hips, hovering over his tip.

“Wait, don’t you need me to get you ready, or something?” 

I shake my head. “I’ve been thinking about this all fucking day. I’ve been ready since I woke up.” I drag my hand down my body and feel how wet I am with my fingers. Reaching across his body, I stick my fingers past his parted lips and watch as he moans around them.

“Fuck, I want you on my face, baby, you taste so good.”

Feeling frisky, I move up his body, until I’m straddling his face instead. As soon as his tongue collides with my pussy I start to whimper. “Yesss.” 

His mouth is like a dose of ecstasy. His tongue dips between my lips and slips over my clit, rolling and flicking the little bead until my thighs start to shake.

First he starts with the circles, slow and lazy in nature. Once I’m mewling for more, he flits his tongue over the swollen bead from side to side, this time faster and more precise with his movements. Then, he switches to vertical swipes of his tongue, applying just the right amount of pressure every time he flicks it up. “Mmmmm fuck.” He feels so good I want to scream.

I glance down and he’s looking up at me with a tenacity in his eyes that sends little shock waves of pleasure straight through to my center.

“If you don’t stop…” I start but then halt because it’s already over. I’m clutching onto the ends of his dark hair, careening as I ride out the high of my orgasm on his tongue.

On shaky legs, I turn around and crawl back down his body. With my back to him, I straddle his hips and drop down on his cock until he’s bottomed out inside of me. His hands grip my hips and rock me back and forth over his length.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He groans, slamming my hips down while bucking his hips up and meeting me in the middle. His girthy cock stretches my walls so wide I almost want to cry, he feels so good.

“Liam – fuck, Liam you feel so fucking amazing.” I’m so glad I can’t see his face, I’m sure he’s beaming with pride, with that stupid cocky smile on his lips.

“Not as good as you do.” He cries while he thrusts up into me. His fingertips dig bruises into my skin. Beneath me his body tenses and his knees lock up, but I just keep bouncing in his lap.

“Ohhh fuckk.” He grunts while I feel him explode his load inside me while feeling the excess drip down my inner thigh.

I ride him until he’s soft then fall onto the bed beside him. 

“I swear to God, if the water isn’t hot tomorrow, I’m moving out.” I threaten him.

My showers are never cold again.

The AΠΓ Sorority House

Chapter 6: The Taming of the Shrew

The rest of my first week passed in the AΠΓ with great fun, even amidst the stresses of the last few finals. Danni continued to tease me and give me a hard time, but her sharpness had dulled and turned into playful banter. I had yet to take her (or Nikki) up on our free use deal, but I enjoyed just having her acting nicer to me.

During the evenings, my 9pm duties had varied. At times, it was laborious, but I was always rewarded for my efforts: One night, I had been called upon to give massages to three of the sorority sisters. They repaid the favor by giving me a three-way blow job. One night, I was asked to help tutor a member that was struggling to prepare for a final; once she had a full understanding of the kinematic equations, she practiced by determining the initial velocity of my cum at the end of a hand job. I was enjoying myself.

By the time Friday came, I had gotten to know most of the residents fairly well and was on my way to becoming more familiar with other members of the sorority that didn’t live in the house. I looked forward to my times with the sorority and appreciated sitting around the tables with them during meals.

“Excited for the BBQ tomorrow?” Stephanie asked me at dinner on Friday evening.

“Wait, what BBQ?” I asked, genuinely surprised. Not that I had any plans for the weekend yet.

“Whoops. I guess I didn’t tell you about the alumnae BBQ tomorrow?” she replied with a chuckle. I shook my head. “Well, the first weekend of summer, the alumnae come back to the house and celebrate the end of finals with us. We all are outside enjoying the pool during the day and then drink into the night with a big bonfire. It’s always a fun time and our older members seem to enjoy getting to come back and re-live the glory days. Just the de-stressor we all need at the end of the semester!”

“Sounds like fun!” I agreed.

“It’s also a little bit of a fundraiser. That’s where you come in,” she said, her sly grin widening.

“Go ahead. Lay it on me,” I replied wondering how in the world I could help with a fundraiser.

“Well, in addition to each of the ladies donating to be at the event, there is an auction.”

“Do you need me to emcee or something?”

“Oh no. Not that. Maria’s got that covered.”

“So what does it have to do with me then?”

“Well, you’re the one getting auctioned. We usually put the live-in up for bidding.”

“What do you mean? Like they get to buy … me?”

“Sorta. We usually ship you off to the highest bidder’s house for a week later in the summer. Sometimes its to an older alum that just needs some help around their house and could use a strong young man to assist. Other times, the live-ins say their week away looks quite similar to their time here at the house.” She gave me a meaningful look and it finally dawned on me.

“Ohhhh. Like, providing … sexual services?”

“Jack! Don’t be so crass!” she rebuked. “But … sometimes. Essentially. We wouldn’t make you do anything you don’t want to do, but it does usually help us with our expenses quite a bit and half of it goes to a local women’s shelter.”

“Yeah, I’m game for anything.” I tried to hide my excitement. I had always been interested in the idea of being with older women, but had never had the opportunity to explore in that sort of way. I hoped that whoever bid on my time would be looking for a more erotic labor than manual.

“Great! That’s a big relief!”

“Wonderful. But there’s one more thing…” I could see the anxiety return to her face.

“Just spit it out,” I encouraged.

“We’d like you to wear a speedo.”

“But I don’t own a speedo,” I replied, taken aback.

“We thought that might be the case and have taken the liberty of purchasing one for you. I know I’ve got it somewhere.” She reached into her bag under the table and pulled out a red garment that could only be described as minuscule.

“You want me to wear that?!” I exclaimed in shock.

“Yes, please.” It was a command like the other house rules, not an optional request.

I took it from her and held it up, trying to imagine how I could possibly fit inside. I sighed in acceptance. “Alright. I’ll wear it.”

“Wonderful! The festivities start at 2pm!”

“I’ll be ready.”

“Also, I don’t think I mentioned this—any rule regarding your relations with house residents also applies to our alumnae,” she said with a devilish smile. “They often like to … indulge while they’re here. If you’re willing.” She winked at me as she grabbed her empty plate and left the dinner table.
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By the time 2pm came around the next day, coolers were full of drinks throughout the house and grounds, the pool was in pristine condition, music was bumping, the sun was shining brightly, and throngs of gorgeous women were chatting, giggling, and generally having a wonderful time. Sisters of all ages filled the property, and the skimpy bikinis that many of them wore left very little to the imagination. As had been true many times during the past week, I felt as though I had died and gone to heaven.

However, I felt impelled to divert my eyes to prevent any inappropriate bulging in the tiny red speedo I had been given. Somehow, it seemed … transparent. To start with, I had to work quite hard to fit myself inside it, and then the material left nothing whatsoever to the imagination. I accepted the reality of my plight and decided to just own it. After all, I had nothing to be ashamed about.

I enjoyed fetching drinks and helping to serve as host, which was a bit ironic considering the short stint I had actually lived in the house.

“Anything I can get you ladies to drink?” I asked, approaching a group of women that had gathered several of the pool loungers together. They appeared to be in their late 40s, but had clearly continued to prioritize fitness and appearance.

“My, my, my,” one of them said as she looked me up and down. She wore a red bikini top that her tits were spilling out of and shorts that were unbuttoned to reveal the red bottoms below. “I’ll have to give Stephanie some credit—looks like she picked a good one this year.” She giggled as she meaningfully glanced at the others from behind her sunglasses.

“She did indeed!” another one responded. She was laying out on her stomach, her bubblegum pink thong bikini exposing beautifully tanned taut ass cheeks. I felt myself starting to salivate in the most inappropriate way.

“So what’s your name?” the third one asked, being the first to actually speak to me.

“I’m Jack. What are yours?”

For some reason, this caused the ladies to fall into a new fit of giggles. “I’m Leanne,” the third one said. She wore a black one-piece suit over her dark skin, and although her boobs were on the small end, I could tell that her ass was quite generous. I couldn’t help but notice that she was the only one wearing a wedding ring. “And this is Mina and Angela,” she gestured to the others.

“Nice to meet you all,” I said. “Any drinks?” I reiterated.

“I think I’d like to drink you in,” the first one, Mina, said to me with a smirk.

Angela slapped her in the arm. “Mina! Take it easy!”

“Oh, c’mon. If he’s anything like our Jack, this year’s girls are certainly a lucky bunch. And by the looks of that speedo, I’d say they’re probably pretty comparable,” Mina replied.

Leanne explained to me, “The summer between our junior and senior year, the live-in’s name was also Jack. We … got along well with him, you could say.” All three fell into fits of laughter again.

“Yeah, we got along very well with him and his massive tool!” Mina said explicitly.

Angela turned a little red as she chuckled, but didn’t rebuff her friend. “Can’t deny it!”

“To answer your question, if you can rustle up a bottle of tequila, I think all three of us would love to do some shots with you, Jack. If you’re up for it,” Mina directed towards me.

“He’s going to think we’re just trying to get him drunk to have our way with him, Mina!” Leanne chided. “Jack, you don’t have to do shots with us if you don’t want to.”

“Oh, I’m certainly game,” I said, scurrying off to find the alcohol and some shot glasses as more laughter echoed behind me.

A few minutes later I arrived with a tray of plastic shot glasses, a handful of limes, some salt, and a bottle of Patron I had nicked from a cooler.

“He’s got good taste, too!” Angela said, grabbing the tequila from my arms and lifting it skyward.

“Hell yeah! Let’s go!” Mina agreed, taking the cups from my hand and lining them up on a little side table.

The tequila was poured and passed around along with a lick of salt and slices of lime. “To the glory days!” Leanne said, raising her little cup. The rest of us raised our own to cheers and downed the alcohol before chasing it with the salt and lime.

“A little too strong for the young lad?” Mina chuckled, noticing my face scrunching at the taste, despite my best efforts.

“No, no. I can handle it just fine,” I replied obstinately.

“Then prove it. Have another one with us,” Angela teased with a smug grin.

“Deal,” I snapped back.

Mina poured another round and we raised our cups again. I threw mine back, this time a bit more successful at avoiding a reaction to the sharp taste.

“Maybe he can handle his liquor,” Leanne commented as she raised her eyebrows at the other women.

“Perhaps. The real test will be to see what sort of shape he’s in by the end of the evening,” Angela responded.

“Indeed! We’ll have to catch up with him later.” Mina had a devilish smile across her face as raised her eyebrows at me.

“Is that a promise?” I asked with an equally playful tone, noticing the sensation of my cock thickening with arousal.

“You bet,” she sniped back, her grin wide now as she glanced down at the red speedo barely containing me.

“Yes, we should let him continue making his rounds and we can see where he’s at later this evening,” Angela chimed in.

“Who knows. One of us might even place a bid at the auction,” Mina added as they sent me off.

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I took my leave and continued to make my rounds. Mina, Angela, and Leanne were not the last ones to convince me to drink with them and I felt like a bit of a celebrity. I was in paradise surrounded by the most beautiful women I had ever seen ranging from my age up to ones that were certainly grandmothers. Yet, they all seemed to have stuck to the sorority’s core values of being healthy mentally and physically. It was a sight to behold.

I enjoyed both the subtle and the not-to-subtle flirting from everyone I met. As the alcohol continued to flow, some even got a bit handsy, slapping my butt, pinching a cheek, and a couple even grabbed my dick through my swimsuit. I was certainly not complaining, although I made sure to keep my own hands to myself.

As the sun set after dinner, Maria, the sorority’s activities chair, approached me. “Ready for the auction?! You’ve been doing a great job of getting around to meet everyone. I think you’ll fetch a high bid!”

“Honestly, I hadn’t even been thinking of shmoozing in order to help with the auction. I just kept getting passed around.” I chuckled at the idea as she grabbed my hand and pulled me up towards the steps that were serving as the makeshift stage where the DJ had set up.

Maria took the microphone and made her announcements. She thanked everyone for coming, gave a speech on the value of continuing sororal bonds across the generations of alumnae and current students, and invited anybody interested in participating in the Live-In auction to come closer to the steps.

I was surprised at the number of women that gathered close as Maria announced the terms: “For those yet to make his acquaintance, this is Jack, our live-in for this year. In the short week that he has been with us, he has proven himself to be kind, intelligent, thoughtful, and a skilled lover—just ask many of our current residents. You are bidding on him to stay with you for one week in June or July when he will be ready to attend to whatever needs you may have outside of his class schedule.”

It felt unusual to be brought before this crowd like I was property, but as I looked out, I couldn’t help but smile at the idea of getting to spend time with any of the lovely ladies before me.

“Shall we start the bidding at one thousand dollars?” Maria asked. I nearly spit out my drink. One thousand dollars!? Who in their right mind would pay that much for my company and services?

Nearly every hand in the crowd shot up. I remembered a few comments earlier in the day about the financial success of many of our alum, so maybe it wasn’t much money to them, but I was blown away.

“Fifteen hundred?” Maria called. More than a dozen hands remained raised.

“Two thousand?” A few arms dropped, but not many.

The bidding continued until it came down to Mina and another woman that I had only briefly met earlier in the night, although I couldn’t remember her name.

“Four thousand!” Mina called. Fire in her eyes made me believe she wouldn’t stop until she got what she wanted.

“Forty-two fifty!” the other woman shouted.

“Forty-five!” Mina rejoined.

“Forty-six!”

“Forty-seven!”

“Five thousand dollars!” the unknown woman exclaimed.

Although she looked torn, it seemed that Mina’s limit had been exceeded, even with Leanne and Angela continuing to egg her on. After a moment, she shook her head and dropped her gaze.

“Going! Going! Gone!” Maria called out. “Five thousand dollars to Ms. Melissa Sands! Come claim your prize.

I glanced back at Mina to see her crestfallen before I shifted my gaze to my bidder as I descended the stairs.

“My prize!” she said excitedly as we met. She gave me a tight hug and her hand slid down from my back to give my ass a squeeze. If I had to guess, I’d bet that Melissa was in her early forties. Her long brunette hair cascaded down to the middle of her back. She had a petite figure and wore a loose cover-up over her bathing suit, so it was hard to tell what she might be hiding underneath. “Mind if we go figure out some of the details? Maybe we could go find my old room?” she asked, a mischievous look on her face.

“Oh. Yeah, sure,” I agreed, a bit surprised. She pulled me by the hand towards the house. Although it must have been ages since she lived there, she clearly still remembered her way around. She led us up the stairs and down the hall, finally grabbing the doorknob of what I believed to be Lexi’s room currently.

She pushed inside and said, “I don’t think she’ll mind if we use it for a little bit.” Locking the door behind us, she turned towards me. “Let’s have a seat, Jack. I’m sure you’re wondering what I’m looking for.”

“Yeah, actually. I haven’t really been sure what to expect with all this.”

“I’m sure. I’m sure,” she replied warmly. “Well, my husband will be out of town most of the last week of June. Considering his sexual … difficulties, he has agreed to allow me a hall pass that week, and will pay for whatever I need to make that happen. We are fortunate to be rather financially comfortable.”

“I see,” I replied tentatively.

“What he may not be expecting is for me to pay for a young virile bull to come satisfy my urges while he is away. But that is what I have chosen to do. Are you agreeable to that plan?”

Finally understanding where this was going, I began getting excited. “Oh, absolutely! That sounds wonderful Ms. Sands.”

“Please call me Melissa. No need for such formality.” I nodded appreciatively. “I am wondering, while we’re here, might I have a little sneak peak at my prize? I’m sure my husband would want me to make sure I made a good investment,” she asked, glancing down meaningfully at my crotch.

“Of course,” I replied eagerly, standing up as I felt myself start to harden.

Before I really even processed what was happening, Melissa’s hands were on the waistband of my straining speedo.

“I see they’re keeping everything to the traditional standards. Nice and hairless!” she commented as the top of the material reached the base of my cock, the shaft still hidden from view.

She began to wiggle the suit down over my butt, slowly revealing more and more of my member. Her eyes widened as she tugged, until finally my half-hard dick sprung free from containment. God, it was such a relief!

“Oh my word!” she gasped in shock before a smile spread across her face. “They certainly did not make them like this back in my day! Yes, this will do just fine!” The speedo hit the floor as she wrapped her fingers around, not quite able to encircle me. We both watched as I grew harder with each passing heartbeat, blood rushing to fill the organ.

“I’m going to have to prepare myself for your visit. You’ll ruin me!” she exclaimed excitedly. “Mind if I take a little taste?”

“By all means.”

As I stood in front of her, she pointed my tip at her face and leaned forward on the bed. She kissed my head first, then down one side and up the other. Slowly, her tongue began to explore, tasting me all over. The light pressure felt wonderful as she started pumping her hands up and down along my length.

Finally, she took me into her mouth. Even with her red lips spread as wide as they could go, I barely fit. Although she could only take a little more than an inch of me, her tongue danced and glided around my head to her best ability.

“Mhmmm,” I groaned, placing my hands on the back of her head. Almost as if by instinct, she slid off the bed entirely and down onto her knees in front of me.

Although I had certainly fantasized about older women in my life before, I had never been with a woman of this age. So far, I was loving it. And it only turned me on more to imagine the week would have together later in the summer.

She did her best to press me further into her mouth, though with little success. One hand dropped to my balls and began massaging as her tongue worked its magic, her other hand now furiously pumping up and down along my length.

“Ohhhhh,” I growled, the arousal of the day finally catching up with me as I felt my climax impending. “I’m gonna come,” I groaned in warning.

To my delight, she did not pull off, but instead tried to take even more of me. It was enough to push me over the edge and I started erupting into her tiny mouth, my load pulsing from my cock and granting me the relief that I so desired.

To her credit, she sucked it down as well as she could, even if some dribbled out the crease of her lips. There was no lack of enthusiasm. She slurped and sucked until I had no more to give and started to go soft.

“Mhmmm,” she purred. “Yes, I very much look forward to our week together soon,” she said as she pushed some of the loose cum from her chin back up to her lips.

“Me too!” I agreed fervently. “Can I return the favor?” I asked, hoping I’d get to find out what was beneath he cover-up.

She seemed caught. It appeared that she wanted to say ‘yes,’ but something was holding her back.

“Boy, do I want to,” she said slowly, standing up from her place on the floor. “But I made an agreement with my husband. I think that would be crossing the line … for now.” A sorrowful look crossed her face as she glanced down at my cock for another time.

“I respect that,” I said. “Whatever you are most comfortable with.”

“Yes. I will have to wait to truly claim my prize until you come to stay with me. But don’t worry, I’ll certainly be using you for any favors you’re willing to offer when the time comes!”

“Deal!”

“Now let’s get you back out to the party. I know some of the other ladies will be looking for you.”

This here's my entry for the July contest's prompt number 16. Like our doomed main character, I'm also not a foot guy, so apologies to the illustrious feet-enjoyers community if you're looking for something a little more nuanced here lol.

You get what you get. Enjoy :)

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Let's get one thing clear, alright? I don't have a thing for feet.

No, really. I actually don't. This isn't some hilarious 'gotcha' thing, where you read the whole story and then at the end I reveal that, jokes on you, toes drive me wild. No shade on the foot fellas out there, I'm just not one of you.

Alysa, though? I definitely have a thing for Alysa. Her smile, her laugh, her legs, her bubbly butt, her pert little tits, the way her tummy trembles just like that when she cums. All the regular stuff.

Just not her feet.

Unfortunately, while the good lord saw fit to furnish me with an appropriate range of sexual appetites, he also endowed me with a heaping fistful of abject cowardice. Awkwardness? I don't know, whatever you want to call my inability to communicate that, while I appreciated her willingness to try new things, the whole footjob business was just an unfortunate misunderstanding. A coincidence. An oopsie.

"Hey," she had said, seated next to me on a park bench six months ago, vanilla ice cream running in melted tracks down her cone. "Relax. I like you too."

"Really? Oh, fuck, I didn't think..." I said to the space between our shoes, too scared to bring my eyes level with hers.

Her laugh was so pretty that I didn't even second guess it; it was just pure, happy and authentic. Not one note of pity. "Yeah, dummy. I do."

"So...you'd wanna go out?"

The way she beamed across the bench at me, her face framed by a dusky sun dipping into the trees, her freckles laid against the backdrop of her blushing cheeks - it was perfect. All of it. Just one perfect moment. I'd do anything to make her that happy again.

"Come on," she told me. "I wanna show you something."

Spoiler alert. It was her bedroom. Double spoiler, we stayed there all night. Come morning, we were bruised, dehydrated, groggy, and spent. Condom wrappers littered her nightstand and I only woke up because my bladder was one second away from exploding inside of me.

"Hey you," Alysa smiled sleepily as I padded back into her room. The bed was a mess of blankets and pillows, all strewn about like we'd only just finished wrecking the place. Alysa lay at odd angles, arms here and there, with one bare calf sticking out from under the covers. Without a second thought, I smirked at her wriggling toes. Big mistake.

"Morning," I returned, standing at the side of her bed. My confidence was freshly buoyed from our night of mutual conquest; I stood at the bedside in comfortable nudity. "Sleep okay?"

"Mhm," she hummed. "You?"

Absent mindedly, I patted her foot and rolled her little toe between my thumb and forefinger. "Not bad."

She stretched her arms above her head and yawned hard, baring one delicious nipple as her covers fell away from her chest. A purple bruise bloomed below her throat in the shape of my overeager mouth, and her neck stretched in one long line that my eyes followed up her collarbone to the base of her tender jaw. So beautiful. So perfect.

"Well a good morning to you too," she laughed, spotting my stiffening appreciation with a bemused smile. My hand recoiled from her foot with the mere instinct to cover myself up until I remembered how closely she'd seen it all throughout the night.

"Ah, ha," I croaked. "Sorry, I just..."

She smirked, just one bare twitch at the corners of her mouth, an impossibly pretty thing that didn't help the situation. She drew her leg away from me before stretching back out to graze my firming embarrassment with her toes.

She chewed her lip as I stood frozen, wishing I had something to do with my hands more than anything. "Uh uh," she said, delicately flopping my cock from side to side with little flicks of her ankle. "Looks like someone's ready to start their day."

That look of lust was so alien to me, so foreign. Women never looked at me like that. Alysa did, but she was an angel, so I wasn't sure it counted. Did turning a woman on still count if she had bad taste in men? No, definitely not. But, god damn it, those fuck me eyes were just unreal.

"He likes it," she quipped in a throaty coo.

"Hey?" I asked, snapping back into the moment. I realized with no small amount of awkwardness that I was fully masted all of a sudden; Alysa was cradling the underside of my shaft between her toes as she massaged me upwards in long, slow strokes, shoving my stiff meat against my body. "Oh, shit."

"You better come here, mister. You look like you're just aching to get back inside of me."

"We...We ran out of condoms," I pointed out with a relieved gulp as her foot withdrew and she kicked the blankets off her long, naked body.

"Tough shit," she said with a wicked grin. "Guess we'll just have to risk it for the biscuit this time, huh?"

How many times do we live, again? Just the once? Yeah, just once.

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I should have nipped it in the bud then. "Hey babe, I actually didn't get hard because of your toes; the room just smelled like sex and you looked perfect in the morning light. That's all. The boner was for the rest of you, not your smelly little piggies."

Something like that. It would have been so easy.

Instead, like an idiot, I said nothing and Alysa made assumptions. And trust me, she had more than enough evidence to go on.

First, I'd been staring (so she thought) at her toes when I told her I liked her. Her strappy sandal things were cute, but I was just too weak to look her in the eye, that's all. Then, there was the obviously misleading fact of my raging erection the next morning. Yes, her foot was palpating the tender underside of my very enthusiastic cock, but that particular moment of lust was fueled entirely by my desperate need to elicit one of those breathy Oh, baby, fuck! things again. Not the toes.

Then there was a trip to the beach a few weeks into our budding relationship. Sure, she happened to have painted her toenails bright red, and I happened to nestle something stiff and needy against her ass as we swayed against one another in the water, but the two facts had nothing to do with one another. It was the sight of her sandy, tanned ass glistening with coconut oil that'd done me in that time. I swear it.

Then there was an unfortunate tightening of the Levi's during a movie at my place. Okay, yes, her feet were in my lap, and I guess I was technically rubbing them halfheartedly and all, but the excitement wasn't for her toes. If you have to know, she happened to have her hand up behind her head, baring her freshly shaved armpit to me.

You know what? Fuck you. Having a thing for armpits is NOT weird. You're weird, and a prude!

At least I don't have a thing for feet.

The issue was that Alysa thought that I did. No, the issue was that I was too chicken shit to do anything about it. She was just so fucking cute about it.

"Which colour, red or blue?" she'd ask, holding up two bottles of nail polish while I pecked away at some work. I always picked red.

"Ugh, this new spin instructor is gonna fucking kill me. Here, can you throw these in the hamper for me? I gotta hop in the shower. Thanks, boo," she'd offer with a knowing smile before leaving the room to give me some privacy with her discarded socks. They smelled like actual death. I always pitched them as soon as I could.

"A movie? Sure! But you gotta scratch my head orrrrr...rub my feet," she would offer, dragging the second option out like it was a surprise birthday gift. Again, a better man would have used his big boy words, but the truth was that head scratches would put her to sleep in minutes, and she snored like a trucker at times. I wanted to actually hear the movie, so sue me.

Whatever the case may be, the sex was electric. Day and night, never ending, our little honeymoon period only burned hotter as the weeks went by. The proud announcement that she'd finally been on her new birth control long enough to quit pulling out was met by an irresponsible flurry of messy tumbles. The bedroom, the living room, the kitchen, two different bar restrooms, the closet at her work, it didn't matter. We were rabid for each other, and we just didn't have any good reason to limit ourselves.

Then came the full-send.

"Lean back," she said with her hand on my chest as she leaned out of our kiss. We were naked, the lights were low, her "Songs for Smashing Respectfully" playlist warbled out of a bluetooth speaker in the corner. "Close your eyes."

"Yes, ma'am," I grinned. "What's the occasion?"

I heard her shuffling somewhere near the foot of the bed. "Who needs an occasion? Maybe I just wanted to treat my special guy. Is that alright?"

Any minute now, her hot lips would start doing that slobbery, delicious thing they did, and I'd be transported to another time, another place, where the only...

"Wh...what's that?" I asked as something cool started trickling down my bobbing cock.

"Mmmm," she hummed warmly. "A little lube. Does it feel nice?"

Her hand smeared it down and around; I grinned in anticipation. "Oh yeah, that feels great."

"Need more?"

"I wouldn't say no to that."

"Naughty boy."

She slathered me liberally and I felt the weight of the mattress shift with the promise of an incoming slobberjob from her perfect, supple lips.

"Now just relax, okay? Keep your eyes closed as I..."

But her lips never landed. Her tongue never came. Fingers, fingers only. Fingers?

Fuck. Not fingers.

"Is that nice, baby? Ah ah! Eyes closed. Just relax, okay? Just enjoy this."

It felt like a bad handjob given by someone wearing oven mitts covered in baby oil. It felt like a wrist rocket delivered by a blind nun who had only heard about them from a mute parishioner. It felt like I was two inches and one abrupt sneeze from getting punted in the balls. It felt like warm, greasy bullshit.

"Babe, you don't have to..."

"Shhh," she shushed me. "Just let me do this for you. A nice, slippery footjob just like you've been waiting for!"

Inaction, meet consequences. You would have caved too if you'd heard the excitement in her voice. She had prepped for this. Planned it out. I knew with every wincing ounce of my evaporating pride that this was intended as a tender, loving gesture. I needed to break it to her somehow - I couldn't let me new girlfriend think I was some kinda sexual deviant!

"Fuck, that's amazing," I said instead.

"Yeah?" she returned proudly. "Oh, good! You deserve it, you know that?"

"So sweet to me," I forced.

Her toes slipped up and down with jerky, unpracticed jolts, smearing the warming lube everywhere as she massaged me to the best of her ability.

"Anything for my big, strong man. Just relax and let my pretty little toes take gooooood care of you. Fuck, you're so hard for me."

Debatable. Well...maybe. It wasn't entirely unpleasant.

"I've been wanting you all day," I replied honestly in the hope that she'd take an unspoken hint. "You're so far away."

"We've got all night, hun," she shushed. "Just let my warm, soft feet stroke your cock off, 'kay?"

Is that what the foot community goes for? Warm and soft? Are there layers to this? Like, are there subfactions who like the icicles jabbing you in the calf in the middle of the night?

"Do my soles feel nice, babe?"

The soles?!

"Oh, fuck yeah," I let slip in conflicted tones. "So...good?"

"Do you like the toes better?" she asked, changing the angle. Something changed, but it was still just...confusing. "Or the soles?"

"Toes," I picked arbitrarily. "Definitely toes."

"Mmmm, dirty!"

This was killing me. Absolutely killing me. I couldn't let her do this. Sure, I was hard, and the oil felt nice, and I did genuinely love the sweet angel doing her best to try a new thing for me, but what was I supposed to do here? Let her milk me out onto her toes and go on with life thinking I liked that?

Funny thing, that.

"Baby, I...I have to touch myself. No! Eyes closed. I just want you to know that I'm...I'm rubbing myself for you right now. Ughhh, shit. I n-needed this." I heard her lips smack; I knew instinctively that she'd tasted herself. It was one of her hotter habits. "This-this is kinda fun. God, your cock looks so sexy all oiled up. I was worried I'd be really bad at this and you'd never ask me for it again. B-baby! I...Fuck, sorry! I- I really need to f...fucking....I really need to cum!"

"Do it," I urged her as the lone foot still in contact with my cock wriggled and squirmed. I couldn't take it anymore; I disobeyed her orders and opened my eyes to spot her there rubbing that perfect, delicious pussy in those little grinding probes that she always did, pinky up like she was at tea with the queen of England. "Cum for me baby, please. I wanna see it so bad!"

"Will you do it with me?!" she plead. "Please! Please, baby, now! Do it with me, cum! That's...that's it! Please cum! G-gah! Fuck! That's...that's it! YES! Pump, babe, do it! Give it all to me!"

I don't have a thing for feet.

Not the toes, or the sole, or the heels. Not the toenails. Not the top bit, or the ankles. None of it.

But I do have a thing for Alysa. I have such a deep, urgent, fiery thing for Alysa. I have a thing for the way her nose wrinkles when she's doing a crossword. I have a thing for the way she mispronounces the names of characters in our TV shows. I have a thing for the way she smiles in the mirror while I linger in the bathroom doorway after she gets out of the shower. I've got a thing for all of her, which, to my very unfortunate chagrin, includes the same wrinkly little toes that I erupted all over that night.

Apparently it felt "gooey."

"So," she said hopefully as she lay beside me with a little poorly-stiffled grin. "Was that...good?"

I nodded. "So good."

"Really? So...you'd want me to do it again? I've never been with a guy who likes feet but you came so hard for me. You must really like my toes, huh?"

Well how's that then, eh? I guess I really did.

Image 10

Synopsis: A demon summoning goes…wrong. And that might be more fun.

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The blinking cursor taunted her. The screen should have been filled with an award-winning thesis. But all she had was a white screen and blink, blink, blink.

She was so fucked. The thesis was due tomorrow. AI could write the paper, but she’d never learn enough to defend it to the panel by dawn. Fuuuuucck!

She’d flunk the thesis, get kicked out of school, cut off by her parents, and live in the streets. There was no way out of this…unless…

Sleep deprivation, desperation, whatever took over. She grabbed Summoning for Dummies. 

The first six chapters were boring. Warning this and danger that, blah, blah, blah. She flipped the pages until she found the good stuff: The Spell. She inventoried the supplies the guy at the mall had sold her: magic talisman, ceremonial blade, evil rosary, rat. Wait what? Rat? Mall guy didn’t say anything about a fucking rat. She flipped more pages. Yep. “Recite the ancient incantation while driving the blade into the rat, offering up its…” What the fuck? 

She paced the room trying to decide if she was desperate enough to find a pet shop. What time did pet shops close anyway? She almost tripped on yet another toy Mr. Whiskers had left in the middle of the floor. Before she could punt the toy mouse into orbit, brilliance struck! A mouse was almost a rat, right? And the spell didn’t say it specifically had to be a living rat...This could work!

She scribbled the necessary pentagram on her forehead. It was crooked, but she didn’t have time to redo it. Anyone who looked at it would totally know it was an evil pentagram of evil anyway.

She prepared the ancient incantation. This damn book didn’t have a pronunciation guide? She’d picked up a little Latin when she actually did study. She could do this.

She scanned the incantation: Klaatu barada nn…she couldn’t read the last word. Necktie? Nectar? 

In a loud voice she recited “Clatto, Verata”. She mumbled the last word under her breath… “Niknmppttzzz”. With apology to Mr. Whiskers, she drove the blade through the “rat”.

She closed her eyes and waited for the minions of hell to come get her. 
Nothing happened. Not even a lightbulb flicker.
Ok then. That’s it.

The button eye on Mr. Whiskers’ toy fell to the floor in slow motion. When it hit the ground, an eerie pink glow slowly covered the floor.

Oh, God. This is happening. What was she thinking? She could have wished for world peace or a million dollars. What does she waste her soul on? Homework. If the demon didn’t kill her, she might die of mortification anyway.

Something resembling an octopus tentacle emerged from the floor, slowly wrapping around her ankle. She watched in fascination until sanity returned. She tried to run away, but another tentacle, this one lightning fast, grabbed her around the waist, trapping her.

Dozens of tentacles erupted through the floor. They pinned her legs and nearly ripped her nightgown as they wound slowly around her ribs.The suction parts of the appendages clung to her skin. It felt like a hundred kisses on her body at once, which might have felt really good if she weren’t being eaten by a FUCKING DEMON!

One tentacle broke from the rest, sliding up her shirt toward her face. She tried to turn away, but the tentacles held her in place, continuing their disturbingly arousing suction. 

Terror paralyzed her as the tendril moved closer and closer.
It finally reached her nose. This was it. It was going to suck out her brains through her nose.

The tentacle hovered in front of her face before reaching out.

“Boop.”

The room spun, her vision blurred, and darkness consumed her entirely.

Oh fuck! He’d killed her. Shit. Shit-shit-shit! This was so bad. He’d fucking killed her!

He shook her gently. Her head lolled limply to the side. SHIT. He shook her harder, begging, Please don’t be dead. Please don’t be dead. WAKE UP.

She yawned, waking up from the weirdest dream…then she saw the pink glow. Reality sank in and she screamed. Not the fun screams he liked, but a full-fledged B-Movie horror scene girl scream. 

A tentacle clapped across her mouth. A loud voice inside her head commanded, ‘Shut. The. Fuck. Up.” She nodded frantically. ”And no more fainting,” he added for good measure. 

Tears welled up in her wide eyes. Dammit. She was going to faint again. For Fuck’s Sake.

Time to reign it in.

The voice in her head asked, “If I let go, do you promise not to scream?” Her eyes filled with uncertainty, but she agreed. He released her mouth, then used the tentacle to awkwardly pet her head. He spoke to her with the voice humans reserved for puppies and preschoolers. “There, there, isn’t that better? No need to scream. No reason to faint. Ok?”

“Ok,” she agreed through her sniffles.

Now that she was stable, time to get this thing going!

A deep, dark voice thundered against her skull. Where had the calming presence gone? This presence terrified her, filling her with fear and panic.
“Why hast thou summoned me, mortal?”

Trembling and gasping for air, she asked, “Wh-who are you?”

That took him by surprise. Usually this was the part where they asked for world peace or a million dollars.

The ancient voice answered.
“I am Infans Tredecim Alas Habens. Mortals cannot comprehend my name so thou may callst me…”

She interrupted him. “Baby Thirteen Armpits?” Her big eyes were full of surprise again and an unsettling amount of mocking. “Your name is…Baby Thirteen Armpits?” She laughed uncontrollably.

“Wh-what? Now you know Latin?”

The evil, threatening voice cleared its throat. “Uh hm, as I was saying, I am the Mighty Infans Tredecim Alas Habens.” He ignored her giggles. “You may call me Trey.”

The giggles continued. Trey tightened the loops wound around her to remind her he was in charge. “I am a being of infinite power. Thou willst cower before me!”

The giggles ceased. She looked properly terrified again. Good.

A mischievous grin broke out across her face. “Ok, Mr. Baby…” the loops around her tightened further, attempting to squeeze the sass out of her. “Yes, Trey.” 

The very scary voice continued, “Now, why hast thou summoned me, mortal?”

Thus began a torrent of pretty lame excuses, ending with, “So, I need a thesis paper and all the knowledge to go with it by 7am tomorrow.” 

Trey asked, “Don’t you know about chat gpt?”

“I ALREADY THOUGHT OF THAT!”
“I have to actually KNOW the topic. I can’t learn an entire thesis on Ancient Rome by dawn.”

“Wait, Ancient Rome? That was a pretty fun time. Those guys know how to throw an orgy.”

“AAAAAAGGGHHHH!" She screamed in frustration. “Can you help me or not?”

The oh-so-terrifying voice returned. “Of course I can helpst thou, mortal. But a price must be paid.”

“Oh, yeah. I forgot. You get my soul. So, do I need to sign something?”

Trey was stunned. “Wh-what the hells are you going on about? Your soul? I don’t want your soul. I’m bored. I thought we could hang out and have some fun.”

“Uh huh. What about all the,” she dropped her voice in a near-perfect imitation, “I am all powerful demon man here to eat your soul?”

If demons could blush, she’d swear he was blushing. “I said I was all powerful, you’re the weirdo going on about souls.”

His frustration was palpable. “Uggh. Do you want to fuck or not?"

She stopped. “What? You want to fuck me?”
“Well, yeah. You’re cute and I’m bored.”

He flexed the suction cups against her skin in waves. The sensation had no right to feel that good.
“I’m pretty good at it.”

What was wrong with her? She couldn’t be considering this. Was she considering this? 

“Ok.” The word shocked them both. “But I have rules. 1. You’re not allowed to put eggs in me, 2. or transform me into one of you demon thingies 3. I would rather not be eaten.”

Trey rippled slowly between her legs. “Are you sure…”

It was her turn to blush. “Not like that. I just don’t want you to murder me, ok?” Demon sex was  probably rough. “ And, like, what’s your safeword?”

Trey laughed. “Ok. 1. I’m a dude. And demons don’t lay eggs, anyway. 2. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t turn you into a demon. And I don’t want to. 3. Well, there go my evening plans of murdering you. Awe shucks.”

She didn’t find that as funny as he did.

“Look. I don’t want to hurt you. And you don’t need a fucking safeword. Say no. We stop. 
Do you want to fuck or not?”

She shrugged. “Um, how do we start this?”

Trey removed the tentacles, letting her stretch and get comfortable.
“You good?” She nodded her head.

Not good enough.“Yes or No.”

Her reply was immediate. “Yes.”

Then her eyes sparkled in challenge, she crossed her arms against her chest and wailed, “oh no, Mr. Scary Tentacle Man, don’t hurt my poor, innocent body.”

Trey laughed. “There’s nothing innocent about you. That body though…”

The tentacles returned, moving with intent. Instead of recoiling in terror, she welcomed them. 

They finished ripping off her nightgown. She had spectacular tits. Tendrils wrapped around each of them. They flicked her nipples before latching on, making her see stars.

Tentacles slowly wound up each leg. They slid her panties to the right, trying and failing, to reach her clit.

The moaning stopped and she yelled, “Just fucking rip them off already!”

Trey complied, ripping the fabric from her body, A tentacle rubbed slowly up and down her slit before plunging into her pussy. It thrust roughly into her, pulling at her walls with its suckers as it withdrew. Another tendril slid to her clit, locking on with pulsing suction. No matter how much she moved, it stayed fully fastened, never moving, never letting up.

Another tentacle slid inside. The two tentacles stretched her open, filling her fuller than she’d ever been. They alternated strokes, swapping places in her pussy.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as she rode out the onslaught.
“Fuuuuck! That feels so good.”

A tentacle snaked further up her leg towards her ass.

“No, stop!”

Trey froze in place.“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she murmured quietly. “I’ve never done anal before.”

She waited for him to mock her, instead he asked, “Do you want to?”

That response was the last thing she’d expected. “What?”

“Let me try something. I’ll stop if you don’t like it.”

The tentacles repositioned themselves, pulling her on all fours, ass in the air. A tentacle slid barely into her ass, pulling it to the right, rubbing against her hole. She’d been afraid of pain, but this felt amazing. Another slid in and worked the left side. Both were rimming her, stretching her, making her crave more. A third and fourth tentacle joined the preparation. She was lubricated, stretched, and begging to be fucked. 

The cock, tentacle, whatever entered slowly, but she thrust herself back on it. Groans rose from deep in her chest, “That’s so good. Do more of that.”

Tentacles wrapped around her hips, holding her in place while she was fucked in the ass for the first time.

The other tentacles returned to their jobs. Two alternating strokes in her pussy, one buried in her ass, another on her clit, more on her breasts. Other tendrils here and there stroked her and used their little suction cups along her arms, legs, stomach.

When a tentacle approached her mouth, she opened eagerly for it. 

She shook and panted. She tried to stay on earth while her body was being launched to the moon. Her brain was scrambled and she was pretty sure her soul did leave her body a few times. Every hole in her body was being used, fucked, sucked at once with more mouths and dicks than she could count.

Trey was relentless. Orgasms shot through her from every direction, meeting in the middle, exploding into primal screams.

He definitely wasn’t bored anymore. “Fuck yeah! That’s it. Cum for me, baby. Cum allll over me!”

He continued to work her until her screams grew hoarse and her body was limp. She protested the removal of every tentacle, angrily squeaking she wasn’t done with him yet. When he’d completely withdrawn, she passed out.

He pulled a blanket over her. The hodge podge of summoning supplies fell on the floor. He stared in horror. She was so lucky he’d been bored and answered her call instead of what she’d actually summoned. 

The alarm woke her a few hours later. Her brain was overflowing with knowledge about Ancient Rome, and a disturbing amount of orgies. The completed paper was on her desk. It was perfect! Except, it wasn’t perfect. There was a missing footnote, some misspelled words. It looked exactly like something she would have written if she’d actually studied!

A piece of paper fluttered out from the middle of the document. It contained a summoning spell. Simple directions and a pronunciation guide for the incantation.

“My real phone number.” was written on top. In the margin he’d scrawled “No rats. Dead toys optional.”

Written for Image 3 of the July Image Prompt Contest.

***

Oblivion.

It’s what she seeks as he pistons into her, her ample juices smoothing the way.

In her real life, her daytime life, she’s in control. Always. No exceptions. 

Here, she can let go.

Stop worrying about the next project, the next paycheck.

Stop making decisions.

Stop thinking.

Here, she can let someone else take control.

And he’s so good at taking control.

***

When she arrived that evening—clad in nothing but heels, stockings, and a garter belt under a long trench, as instructed—he yanked her through the doorway and pushed her up against the wall, his hand on her throat.

“You’re going to do exactly as I say,” he said, his lips close to her ear. She nodded, already whimpering, already wet and trembling with need.

His other hand worked the knotted belt at her waist, and the trench fell open. None of the buttons were fastened—just as he had instructed.

He held her to the wall by her throat, his other hand groping her all over as he pushed the coat from her shoulders. His hand slipped between her legs and suddenly his fingers were inside her, pumping in and out.

He chuckled softly in her ear. “Look how wet you already are. Look how much you want this.”

She could do nothing but whimper, her legs about to buckle.

His lips still close to her ear, he hissed, “On your knees. Now.”

He pulled his hand away from her throat and she dropped to her knees in front of him. A moment later he was pushing past her lips, his cock already hard, thrusting into her throat.

“Look at me.”

With an effort, she looked up, and his eyes blazed down at her as he fucked her mouth. He held her head steady as he slid further and further into her throat, her eyes beginning to tear. He wiped one tear away and then another, smearing her mascara as he choked her with his shaft. He drove her back against the wall, pushing into her throat until he could go no further. Then he held her there.

She felt a brief moment of panic as her air was cut off, and then conscious thought began to fade as her vision swam at the edges. She fought desperately to keep her eyes on his, but could feel them slipping gradually out of focus as she floated at the edge of consciousness. Just as the blackness closed in, he pulled away from her, freeing her throat.

She swayed and began to fall forward, but he grabbed her upper arm and yanked her to her feet. He dragged her, gasping, into the living room, where he bent her over the couch. His first thrust into her shut off the thinking part of her brain, and she became nothing but a vessel for pleasure.

He fucked her until she came, shaking and dripping; then he propped one of her legs up on the sofa and fucked her some more. She was wet all the way to mid-thigh now, soaking the lace tops of her stockings, and still he thrust into her. She came again, moaning, and he withdrew.

He scooped her limp body into his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He removed her shoes, then chained her ankles to the footboard and her wrists to the headboard. He looked at her for a moment as she lay there, dazed. Then he began to undress.

***

Now, he kneels between her spread thighs, pushing them apart as he thrusts into her. 

Her mind is blank, blissfully blank. The only thing that matters is the pleasure between her legs.

Hands move from her thighs to her waist to her breasts, stroking, caressing, pinching. She cries out and arches into him.

His breath at her ear. She can’t understand what he’s saying. It doesn’t matter.

His hands move back down to her waist and he lifts her hips toward him. The new angle is exquisite, pushing her over the edge again.

She comes for a third time, and still he thrusts into her, relentless. 

He whispers to her again, but the words are gibberish. Her mind can’t process anything beyond her own pleasure.

He pulls her toward him, resting her thighs on his, making light circles over her clit with his thumb. 

She can’t think; she can only feel. And this feels like it might drown her.

He’s still thrusting, bottoming out inside her over and over, forcing an involuntary grunt from her with each impact of his hips on hers. 

She’s immobilized with ecstasy, able to do nothing but wait for the wave to crash over her.

When it does, she loses what little control she had left. The orgasm bursts from her, fluids gushing from between her legs to soak the sheets.

Her eyes roll back as she thrashes, too far gone to even scream. 

And then she collapses, insensible, drifting in a semi-conscious haze. 

She lolls like a ragdoll, her body limp and slack, as he continues thrusting. 

As if from far away, she hears him grunt as he spurts inside her.

***

Half an hour later, he helps her back into her trench coat and leads her to the door.

“Same time next week?” he asks.

“You bet,” she says, a tremor in her voice. “Thank you, Dr. Harper.”

They shake hands and she departs, her legs trembling slightly as her therapist’s come drips down her thighs.