FILTHY: A Steamy Romance Collection

by Brent, Amy

  We couldn’t keep our hands and mouths off each other after that day. A few days after our first encounter, Lucy let me feel her tits and pussy through her clothes. I would rub her jeans until the material was hot as lava beneath my fingers, but I wouldn’t stop until she squeezed my hand between her thighs and made this little mewing sound to let me know that she was cumming. I gladly let her rub my cock until I shot off in my jeans, hoping that soon she would let me take it out so she could handle it for real. I longed to have her fingers and mouth on my cock. And my cock buried deep inside her pussy. Funny, my mom wondered why I’d started doing my own laundry all of a sudden. I told her that I just wanted to help her out around the house. My old man knew better. He was an Army Ranger who bragged that he had lost his virginity when he was fourteen to my Aunt Becky’s best friend, who was sixteen at the time. He would look at me and grin, then shake his head and tell me not to knock anyone up.

  A little while after that, Lucy let me slip my hand under her shirt, then under her bra. Her tits were small, but her nipples would plump to the size of my little finger and just sent shockwaves through me that made me cum even faster. A while later she let me slip my hand into her pants and rub her wet pussy over her panties. Then she let me slip my hand inside her panties and feel her hot, wet pussy without encumbrances. I remembered the exact moment my fingers felt her hot wetness and the little nub of her clit. I could hear her breath in my ear as I lubed up my finger by rubbing it through her folds, then slid it inside her, just a little at first, up to the first knuckle, then the second, then all the way. She grabbed on to me like a kid on a rollercoaster ride and moaned as I fingerfucked the shit out of her until she came. I remembered pulling my hand out of her pussy that first time and holding up to my nose to smell her pungent scent. I licked the juices off my fingers and hummed at the taste. I didn’t wash that hand for a month. I would hold my fingers to my nose and jack off with the other hand before going to sleep each night.

  Then came the day that Lucy asked me to take out my cock so she could feel it. We were in the back of my dad’s old car, parked at a spot near the lake where the kids went to drink and screw. She didn’t have to ask me twice. My cock was already hard as a rock and screaming to be set free. I lifted my ass off the seat and shimmied my jeans down my legs as Lucy watched with eyes wide, licking her lips in anticipation. Her fingers tentatively wrapped around my cock, which was long and thick. When she lowered her lips to my cock head and swirled her tongue around the slit, I blew my load all over her face. I was horrified when she looked up with cum dripping off her chin and coating her lips and her hand, even as she continued to slowly work her hand up and down my cock.

  “Shit, Lucy, I’m sorry,” I muttered.

  “Don’t be,” she said with a smile. She wiped the cum from her chin with two fingers, then stuck the fingers in her mouth and sucked the cum off. She licked her lips and wiggled her eyebrows at me. “Now, it’s my turn.”

  I had no self-control back then. The first time I saw Lucy’s pink pussy up close, with the blond curls surrounding her perfect glistening lips, I nearly blew my load again. The first time my fingers spread her lips and my tongue probed deep inside her, I couldn’t control my orgasm. I came in my pants again. Lucy smiled and moaned as her juices gushed into my mouth: hot, tangy, salty, wonderful.

  Then came the night that Lucy said we could go all the way. I didn’t know it, but she had convinced her mom to put her on birth control pills several months before, arguing that it would help ease her terrible menstrual cramps (uh, okay). We had been experimenting for months and had become experts in making each other cum. I knew every inch of Lucy’s body and what buttons to push, and she knew mine. Now, Lucy declared, it was time to put up or shut up. We were going to fuck and that was that. Needless to say, she got no argument from me.

  I picked her up in my dad’s car and we drove to the lake. We made out for a few minutes with a little hasty foreplay, then the clothes came off and we were ready to do the deed. My cock was like a steel pipe as Lucy’s hand stroked up and down the shaft. Her pussy was like a hot well as my fingers slid in and out covered in her juices.

  “Lie down,” she said as her hand kept milking me. I was a tall kid, thankfully the car was on old Chrysler with a huge back seat, so we had plenty of room. I lay down on the seat with my head against the door and Lucy maneuvered herself on top of me. I held my cock steady as she lowered her pussy onto it. I bit my lip, determined not to cum the second I felt her pussy hole touching the head of my cock. We’d been having sex for months and I had learned to control it a little better, but I’d never slid into a wet pussy before. I held my breath and prayed for control.

  “Oh… god…” Lucy moaned as she lowered her hole onto the head of my cock. I was big and we both knew all of me couldn’t fit inside her. Being the mathematical genius that she was, I was sure Lucy had made all the calculations in her mind (the average depth of a woman’s vagina is 4 to 6 inches, which meant only 40 to 60% of my 10-inch cock would fit inside her). She held onto the back of the seat and slowly let the head of my cock slip inside her. I could feel her young pussy stretching to accommodate my girth, then suctioning tight around the shaft. I thought I was going to cum, but I bit down hard on my lip and tried to focus on my breathing. I put my hands on her hips to help steady her descent. We stared into each other’s eyes. I heard her breath out as she lowered herself an inch, then another. Then she gasped when the tip of my cock hit her hymen.

  “Let me do it,” she whispered. I nodded and kept biting my lip. The feeling of her hot pussy gripping my cock like a thousand tiny fingers was almost more than I could stand. My fingers flexed on her hips. I resisted the urge to just grab her and impale her on my cock.

  “Slow…” she moaned, sensing my urgency. I felt her lift off me just a bit, then she let her hips come down quickly. I felt the hymen tear and warmness wash over me. Lucy gasped and froze for a moment as the pain went through her.

  “You okay?” I asked.

  She swallowed hard and licked her lips. “Yes…” she sighed, eyes closed. “Just let me do it.”

  Slowly, she started to slide her pussy up and down the length of my shaft, pulling her hips back until the head reached her hole, then sliding back down to take in the first four or five inches. I dug my fingers into her hips and closed my eyes. I had never felt anything so amazing. Her mouth and hands had milked my cock many times before, but that was nothing like the sensation of having her tight pussy suctioning to me. I could feel her hot juices flowing from her pussy, coating the portion of my cock that wouldn’t fit inside her. My hands went to her tits and I kneaded her thick nipples between my fingers and I massaged her breasts. It was a pivotal moment of my life. I could still close my eyes today and replay every detail in my mind.

  “Oh… god… Calvin…” Lucy moaned and dug her fingers into my chest. “I’m going to cum…” The pain of losing her virginity was gone now, replaced by an intense pleasure that was driving her to increase the motion of her hips. She started hammering her pussy onto me. I could feel the head of my cock hitting her innermost wall. I watched her face, eyes closed, mouth hanging open, twisted in pleasure. “God… Calvin… cum with me…”

  Yes! Thank you, Jesus! I grabbed onto her hips and closed my eyes and grunted like a pig as I shot my load into her, filling her with what must have been a gallon of cum. We jerked and twitched and panted and moaned for what seemed like minutes, although the whole thing was probably over in seconds. Afterward, she collapsed in my arms and we lay there sweating all over each other, filling my dad’s car with the smell of our sex.

  “That was amazing,” she said, still struggling to catch her breath. Her fingers tickled my nipple and she gazed up to see if I was smiling. I was, like a happy kid ready to take a nap. “Was that okay for you?”

  “That was… unreal,” I said, sighing through the words. I pulled her to me and kissed the top of her head. “I love you, Lucy.” I didn’t think about it. I
just said it, because I really did love her and it felt like the right time to say it.

  “I love you, too, Calvin,” she said as her hand slid down my stomach. Her fingers went around my gooey cock. She gave it a playful tug and smiled when it started to grow in her hand. “And I love what you do to me.”

  “Good,” I said, feeling my young cock getting hard again (there’s no such thing as rest between orgasms for teenage boys). “Let’s do it again.”

  Lucy

  “Wow, what a small world it is,” Ed said as he sat behind his desk sipping his coffee like the Mad Hatter. “Who knew my rising star would have history with my new executive producer. I mean, what are the odds?”

  “History?” Cole echoed, giving me a sideways smile. “Yes, I guess you could say that we have history. Wouldn’t you say, Lucy?”

  Ed looked at me with his eyebrows arched in anticipation. I knew what he was thinking. He was hoping that it was good history and not bad history. Cole had told him we were high school sweethearts, but he didn’t tell him how things ended between us. I didn’t bother telling him that the only thing that tore me and Calvin Walker apart was his dad getting transferred in the middle of our senior year, literally two weeks after we gave each other our virginities. I was devastated that Calvin was moving back to some base in freakin’ California. Calvin was devastated, as well, but he was a guy. Emotions came secondary to him. He was sad to be leaving the girl he loved, but he was sadder to be leaving the girl he was now regularly fucking. It was okay. I knew how boys thought. It wasn’t that big of a deal. My heart was breaking either way.

  We had sex three more times before he moved away. The last time was in my bed on a Saturday afternoon while my folks were at my little brother’s softball game. It was the first time we’d ever been in a bed together and I loved the feeling of lying there with his strong arms wrapped around me. And unlike the first time we’d made love where things were done quickly and awkwardly and with a sense of urgency, we made love slowly and passionately, like adults, both knowing that it would be the last time we ever made love, but the one time hopefully we’d both remember forever. I certainly did.

  After Calvin moved away, we tried to stay in touch, but it was hard. We emailed and chatted, and called each other when we could. He was an entire country away, and when I was accepted to Stanford and he was accepted to UCLA, the distance between us just seemed to grow. The last conversation we had was short, sweet, and to the point. To his credit, Calvin allowed me to be the one to end it. I love you, but the distance is too great. I need to focus on school now. You need to do the same. We should probably date other people. Okay. Have a good life. Bye.

  And that was it. That was the end of our brief, passionate relationship. He moved on and so did I. Seventeen years had passed and now, as fate would have it, I was sitting next to that boy who was now a man. A remarkable looking man, who looked like a magazine ad and smelled like Aramis. And I was now a grown woman who couldn’t stop wondering what it would be like to fuck him again after all these years.

  “So, Dr. Walker, I was explaining to Lucy before you arrived how well-received your segments are on Friday evenings.” Ed leaned forward on his elbows and rubbed his hands together. They made a sound like two blocks of wood rubbing together. “I had not gotten to the part about your contract coming up for renewal.”

  “Contract renewal?” I frowned at Ed then gave Calvin—Cole— a wary smile. “Uh oh. My first day here and I have to talk to you about your contract renewal?”

  “That’s being handled by the folks upstairs,” Ed said with a look of relief that it wasn’t him negotiating directly with Cole. He wouldn’t have stood a chance. “And it’s my understanding that things are going well. Is that your understanding, Doc?” He looked at Cole with a hopeful smile.

  “That’s being handled by my manager,” Cole said, gracefully deflecting the question. I could tell that he was deflecting by the way his eyebrows arched and his head tipped to the side, like he used to when I’d ask if wanted to stay for dinner on the nights when my mother had made stuffed peppers. He hated stuffed peppers and I knew it. I only asked because I loved to see him sweat. In this case, however, if he was deflecting it was because the negotiations were not going the way Ed thought they were.

  “Well, I’m sure things are going well,” Ed said, though his voice had lost some of its surety. He leaned back and spread out his hands. “Hopefully, we can expand your role on the program, Doc. And now that I know you and Lucy are old friends, well, I’m sure things will just be lovely.”

  “Lovely?” I said with a smile. I turned to Cole and nodded at Ed. “I’m pretty sure you’re the only person on the planet that would make Ed use that word.”

  “Lovely is a good word,” Cole said, his eyes lingering on mine. He held out his hand and I took it without hesitation. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

  “I can’t believe it either,” I said.

  “Um, I hate to break up the reunion, kids,” Ed said, still smiling, though I got the impression that the smile was becoming more forced by the minute. He looked at me and tapped the crystal of this watch. “It’s almost four. We need to get to the preshow meeting, then we have a show to do.”

  “I understand,” Cole said without letting go of my hand. He turned sideways in the chair and leaned on his elbows to tug me closer. “What time will you be finished tonight?”

  “Uh, well,” I glanced at Ed because this would be my first newscast and I had no idea what time we’d be done.

  “She’ll be free by eight,” Ed said, the confident smile returning. He didn’t have to say it. He loved the fact that his executive producer was an old flame of his rising star. I’m sure in his mind the contract negotiations had just swung in the network’s favor. The truth was, he was probably overestimating the influence I had over Dr. Cole Walker after all this time. We were high school sweethearts and hadn’t seen each other in nearly twenty years. I seriously doubted anything I had to say would hold sway now.

  “Then I will be in a car waiting downstairs at eight,” Cole said, squeezing my hand. “Dinner and a game of chess?”

  “That sounds lovely,” I said with a smile. “Though I haven’t played chess in years.”

  “That’s okay,” he said, getting to his feet and tugging me up with him. He held out his arms and I stepped into them. He whispered in my ear. “Neither have I.”

  I hadn’t done a lot of things in years, I wanted to say, but didn’t.

  I’d had lots of sex since our last night together, mostly with my shit head ex-husband, but I had never felt the way I had felt in Cole’s arms, at least until that moment.

  Lucy

  To say that the rest of my day after Calvin—shit— after Cole left was even more stressful than my morning would have been an understatement. I was used to running the evening news show on a local station in Chicago, a major market, but as Ed kept reminding me, this was the big time. The big leagues. The big show. I think those were all baseball references meaning that I was now playing with the big boys. Regardless of the reference, I understood what he meant. I was now executive producing a network newscast that would be seen by millions of viewers around the globe five nights a week in prime time, which meant that if something went wrong, millions would see it and I would be to blame. Then some asshole would post the video on YouTube and I would be a viral sensation and a laughing stock of the industry. I tried to ignore the intense pressure of the situation and the nagging self-doubt and I told myself that I had earned this spot because I was good at my job. Still, I kept my fingers laced together behind my back for most of the afternoon so no one would see my hands shaking.

  Ed stayed with me the entire time as I met with the team two hours ahead of air to map out that evening’s broadcast and arrange the lineup, then stood next to me in the control booth as I barked out orders to the team in the booth and on the studio floor. If I pressed a button on the console in front of me I could speak directly into the ears
of the anchors on set. Each time I’d say something in Bryant’s earpiece, he’d stare into the camera and give me a stony look. Stephanie smiled and gave a slight nod when I gave her directions, though I think it was mostly because she was amused that just the sound of my voice seemed to irritate the shit out of Bryant. It was controlled chaos and there were a couple of minor glitches, but all in all, it wasn’t a terrible first night on the job.

  “Well, congratulations, Lucy. Your network cherry is officially popped,” Ed said with a sigh of relief as the ending credits rolled. Everyone in the booth stood to give me a polite round of applause. The monitors showing the set went dark as Bryant and Stephanie walked off to their respective dressing rooms and the camera operators switched the cameras off. I took out my earpiece and set it on the control panel.

  “I feel like I’ve been popped,” I said with a sigh of relief that matched his. I gave him a sideways look and wiggled my eyebrows. “That was fucking amazing.”

  “It’s an adrenaline rush,” Ed said. He patted my shoulder. “You did great. Just the right amount of bossiness and tact. Hell, I think I even saw Bryant smile at one point.”

  “I seriously doubt that,” I said, shaking my head. “But I’ll win him over.”

  “I know you will,” Ed said. He held open the control room door to let me pass, then led the way back toward his office. “Do you think you can win over Dr. Cole Walker?”

  I stopped and turned to face him. “What do you mean?”

  He hitched his pants up beneath his round stomach, then rubbed his eyes and blew out a long breath. He suddenly looked very tired. “Honestly, I don’t think the contract negotiations with Walker are going in our favor, Lucy.”