Unprotected 3

by Freya Kane

  On paper.

  The truth was, I was living a double life from the very beginning, and I was very very good at it. My weekends weren’t spent at the library, studying for yet another exam. I spent them in frat parties, downing cheap beer and hooking up with college boys.

  Halfway through high school, my parents moved us into a big house in a swanky neighborhood, so my double life grew even deeper.

  I was always conscious that I was getting judged by everyone just because I was the new girl on the block. So if I wanted to have a couple beers or catch a dick, I had to hide it or else I’d be seen as just another trashy girl causing trouble in a good, clean neighborhood.

  I was so sick of it.

  When I was in college, the only thing that changed was I didn’t have to work so hard to hide from my parents.

  And especially my best friend.

  Hiding my weekend hobbies from my mother and father was always easy. They worked more than they were at home, so they were both always a bit oblivious to everything that went on in the house. But my best friend Archer? He was another story.

  Archer noticed everything about me. He was always the first one to praise a good grade or admonish me for being ten minutes late for my curfew. He was only two years older than me, but in his eyes that made him an authority on everything.

  From anyone else, especially from another privileged boy, it would have been infuriating, but Archer really did mean well. He spent tons of his free time tutoring and volunteering anywhere that needed a hand, and his helpful nature bled into every part of his life. If I called him out on it, he’d sputter and apologize, but he was right back to his usual self the next day.

  And he was just so sweet, I could never stay mad at him.

  Of course, since he went through a serious growth spurt when high school was almost over, I suddenly wasn’t exactly looking for friendly guidance.

  What I was really looking for was his cock.

  Oh yes. Archer was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. With golden hair and dark eyes, he put the boys in my year to shame. And his muscles! We had a pool in the backyard at our house, and every time Archer took a dip, the pool certainly wasn’t the only thing that was wet.

  I'd never really noticed the boys at my school before. They all just blended together into a mass of goofy blond guys named Chad that filled up my school, but Archer was something else.

  It was just my luck that the one man who never seemed to notice me was the one I wanted the most.

  But I’ve never been someone to give up on what I want easily.

  Summer break after my first year of college, I had just turned 19, and I was lounging on a chair by the pool. The sun was beating down, and even the skimpy yellow bikini I wore felt like too much.

  I glanced around. We had a high fence around our backyard and no one else was home. And I did love the sun. I untied the straps of my bikini, letting the top fall to the ground and freeing my large breasts. I ran my fingers over them, my nipples pebbling at that slight touch.

  I paused, my hands on edge of my bikini bottoms. Topless was one thing, but totally naked just felt even more daring. After a moment’s more hesitation, I pushed down the yellow bikini bottoms and dropped them at the edge of the pool.

  Completely bare, I jumped into the pool, slowly swimming laps around the perimeter, just enjoying the sensation of the cool water lapping over my naked skin.

  “Tessa!”

  Archer’s shocked voice cut across the yard. I popped my head out of the water and could see Archer standing next to my abandoned bikini, and the look on his face told me that he knew exactly what I wasn’t wearing.

  I climbed out of the pool, my wet hair hanging down in dark coils, dripping chlorinated water over my breasts. The temperature change outside of the water tightened my nipples, making them stand at attention. I could feel the heat of Archer's gaze along the curves of my body, following those droplets of water down to my sex.

  I always waxed myself completely bare, and I could feel myself starting to get wet in a way that had nothing to do with water under Archer’s stare.

  “Cover yourself up!” Archer exclaimed, finally pulling himself out of his reverie and handing me a towel.

  I took the towel, but instead of wrapping myself in it, I used it to dry my body, making sure that my breasts or ass were exposed while I rubbed the soft terrycloth over my skin. I wrapped the towel around my hair, squeezing the water from my long locks before tossing the damp towel over the back of the chair and plopping myself back down in the lounge chair.

  “It shouldn’t be a big deal,” I said, sliding my sunglasses over my face as I made myself comfortable. “After all, we’re such good friends here. Aren’t we, Archer?” I couldn’t hide the smirk at that extra emphasis, and I couldn’t resist parting my thighs just a bit as I reclined back on the chair.

  I heard Archer’s breath catch, and I knew he was gazing at the pink slit of my pussy between my legs. The sunglasses hid my eyes, and I could see the tent in the front of Archer’s swim trunks.

  I had made him hard, just from the sight of me.

  Archer turned and jumped into the water, no doubt hoping that the cool water would tame his erection. The water was cool, but it wasn’t freezing, and I had no intention of letting him will away that hard-on.

  Archer swam a few laps before settling on floating lazily on an inflatable raft. The black swim trunks he wore didn’t do anything to hide the fact that he was still hard, but he seemed determined to ignore it.

  Time to up the ante then.

  Groaning loudly, I stretched my arms above my head, thrusting my breasts upward as I stretched. My thighs fell open a bit more, exposing my pussy that was already glistening and wet with my arousal. Settling back into the chair, I brought one of my hands between my legs, idly tracing the seam of my pussy, spreading my wetness around.

  I looked towards the pool. Archer had rolled over on his side on the raft, his erection sticking straight out towards me. His hand twitched where it rested on his hip as he fought to keep from touching himself.

  Emboldened by his obvious desire, I used my first two fingers in a V to part my outer lips, hoping the slick sound of my fingers playing with my wetness was loud enough to reach Archer’s ears.

  I watched as Archer gave in and shoved his swim trunks down his thighs. My mouth watered at the sight of his cock. Easily nine inches long and oh so thick, it was the kind of cock every girl dreamed about getting a taste of.

  The thought of feeling that cock inside my had my pussy just aching for penetration, so I moved my hand lower, teasing two fingers around my entrance before dipping inside. I gasped, making no effort to hold back my sounds of pleasure at feeling my fingers inside my pussy.

  On the raft, Archer had wrapped his large hand around his cock and started fucking his fist, jerking his cock in time with my pumping fingers.

  “Archer,” I moaned, my hips bucking against my hand. I could already feel my body starting to tighten in anticipation of the orgasm that was building in me. My thumb brushed my clit, and I yelped at the blast of pleasure I felt. I was so close already, but I didn’t want this moment we were sharing to end.

  I watched Archer, so close, but still out of my reach. His hand jacked his cock roughly, and his lips were parted just a bit. His tongue darted out, licking his lips, and I hoped he was wondering what I tasted like.

  “Archer,” I breathed, feeling the inevitable explosion getting closer and closer and wanting to bring him with me. “Archer, I’m going to come.”

  “Me too, Tessa,” Archer ground out, his hand flying up and down his length.

  I gasped, pressing my thumb against my clit as I came, shaking and sobbing the word “Archer” over and over again as the endless waves of pleasure crested over me.

  A few feet away, Archer let out a guttural yell, and I watched as the pearly white arcs of his come landed in the pool water. He continued to stroke himself through the aftershocks before slumping back again
st the plastic raft.

  Abruptly, Archer pulled his trunks back up and dove into the pool, swimming to the other end and hopping out, before striding to the house, leaving a trail of wet footprints on the hot cement.

  I was left on the chair, sticky and satiated, with the smell of chlorine and sex still hanging heavy in the air.

  ***

  I wasn’t surprised at all that Archer avoided me after our session by the pool. Even though I had been the one that started everything, I had no doubt that Archer was blaming himself for “seducing me.”

  Of course, I was just getting started with the seduction.

  The endless heat wave made my choice of wardrobe seem pretty normal if a tad scandalous. I spent all day, every day lounging by the pool, ditching my top more often than not, and removing the bottoms half the time as well.

  Whenever Archer came over and saw more of me than he expected, he turned on his heel and went right back into the house. After a week of it, we were both sick of the game, but neither of us would back down.

  A shadow passed over me and I squinted up at where Archer stood, blocking out the sun.

  “I invited Jake over for a swim this afternoon,” he said, his eyes staying drilled to my forehead as he tried to ignore my bare breasts. “His pool’s getting repaired. So you need to cover up.”

  Jake was my next door neighbor on the opposite side of Archer’s house. He was in his mid-twenties and working in finance or something dull like that, but he was an all-around pretty nice guy. Cute too. If I wasn't so head over heels for Archer, I would have been all over Jake.

  All over Jake, hmm?

  My lips curled into a smile as a plan started to take shape in my mind.

  “Of course, Archer,” I said sweetly, grabbing my top from the ground and tying it on haphazardly.

  Archer nodded, looking pleased that I had complied so easily. Having the reputation for being a good girl definitely had its perks.

  ***

  Jake came over an hour later. A few inches shorter than Archer with light brown hair and a dark tan, Jake would have been a ten if Archer hadn’t been standing next to him.

  “Hi Tessa!” he said, giving me a wide smile. “How’s college?”

  “Wonderful!” I shoved as much enthusiasm as possible in that word. “I love it but being outside after being cooped up in the library for so long is so nice." I bit my lip, looking like I was suddenly remembering something I had forgotten. "I think I forgot to put sunscreen on earlier, though, and I don’t want to get burned." I grabbed the tube from under my chair and pressed it into Jake's hands. "Do you mind? It's just so hot today.”

  I could feel Archer glowering at both of us as Jake squirted a liberal amount of the thick white sunscreen into his hand and started rubbing it on my back. His hands took their time, and I could hear him breathing just a bit harder so I knew I was affecting him.

  “Archer, do you mind going inside and grabbing us something to drink? I don’t know about Jake, but I’m just so thirsty!” I puckered my lips at Archer as he gave me a pointed look before disappearing inside.

  “Do you mind putting some on my neck?” I asked, lifting up my hair to expose the back of my neck and the half-assed knot I had tied in my top.

  “Of course,” Jake said, his hands moving upward. Just as I had expected, his hand bumped the knot and it unraveled, flopping around my neck as my top came down and my ample breasts popped free.

  “Tessa, I’m so sorry!” Jake exclaimed, trying to hand me his towel, his face flushed with embarrassment for me.

  “I’m not.”

  Jake’s movements stilled at my words, and his eyes dropped to my bare breasts.

  “I’ve had a little bit of a crush on you for awhile,” I purred. “I know it can’t be anything serious, but if you want to meet me out here at midnight, we can both have a really good time.”

  Jake glanced back at the door, as though he was waiting for Archer to come at any moment, and he nodded. "The stroke of midnight it is," he said, no doubt imagining just what I'd be stroking as I tied up my top.

  A moment later, the door opened and Archer came out holding a cooler filled with ice cold sodas, looking none the wiser.

  ***

  Jake was right on time. Wearing just a t-shirt and a pair of loose basketball shorts, he had dressed for easy access. I had to admire a man who didn’t beat around the bush.

  He kissed me, and even though he was attractive and a great kisser, I didn’t feel the explosive attraction I felt for Archer. His cock was already half-hard against my leg, and I steered him to sit down on one of the chairs at the edge of the pool.

  “Your parents definitely aren’t home, right Tessa?” Jake asked as I pulled down his shorts and wrapped my hand around his erection, stroking him to full hardness. Not bad. About seven inches long and pretty thick. Not as perfect as Archer’s cock, of course, but I could definitely enjoy myself with this.

  "They’ve both been going to one of those 24-hour gyms," I lied. "They like how the place is pretty empty at night.”

  I shucked off the tank top and shorts I wore, ditching my panties along with everything else and standing naked in front of him. I did a little twirl. “Like what you see?” I asked coyly.

  “Very much. I’ve always liked a girl with something to grab onto.” Jake was staring at me hungrily. “I’m honestly trying to think about whether I’d rather fuck your mouth or your pussy first.”

  "I'm not on any birth control right now, and I didn't have a chance to get condoms, so, for now, it'll have to be my mouth," I said, dropping to my knees slowly.

  The birth control part wasn’t a lie, but the truth was, I wanted to make Archer jealous, not make him murder the neighbor. A blowjob would make him angry, but if he walked in on my bouncing on Jake’s cock, I couldn’t really predict what the explosion would be.

  I felt a tiny twinge of regret for using Jake like this, but considering that he was about to get a blowjob from a girl he barely knew, I didn’t think he would be doing much complaining.

  I pushed Jake’s legs apart and settled myself in between them, taking his cock in my hand and wrapping my lips around the head. Jake’s hands tangled in my dark hair and he started thrusting. I easily took every inch inside, sucking hard as Jake babbled above me.

  “Fuck Tessa, you’re an amazing cocksucker. You’re going to have me blowing my load way too fast if you keep that up!”

  I gently stroked his balls, tugging on them just enough that the extra pressure made him groan, the salty taste of pre-come filling my mouth.

  Jake was hot, and despite myself, my hand found its way between my legs to where my pussy was already wet and pulsing. Jake noticed. “Yes, that’s right, play with your pussy, spread those lips. After I come, I’ll eat you out too.”

  Inside the house next door, the alarm I had set on Archer’s phone was going off, a message that just said “cum over” flashing on the screen.

  Typo intended.

  Pre-come was pouring out of Jake’s cock, filling my mouth with the salty taste that told me he was about to blow. I sucked harder, knowing that Archer would be outside any minute and I wanted Jake to at least get an orgasm out of this. His hand tightened painfully in my hair and he yelled, “Fuck!” as he came, thick jets of his come filling my mouth. Reflexively I swallowed before lifting my head and jerking Jake off so that the last few streaks of cum landed on my face and chin, glistening white across my tan skin in the moonlight.

  “What the fuck is this?”

  Jake’s eyes went wide and he stood up quickly, his legs still shaky from his orgasm. He yanked his shorts up, and stood still for a moment, his mouth opening and closing as he tried to come up with an explanation and failing miserably.

  “It’s okay, Jake,” I said, standing up from my spot on the ground and taking pity on him. “You can head home. I’ll be fine.”

  Jake hesitated just for a moment before taking another look at my glowering friend and realizing that getting o
ut of Dodge was the best option for him. An instant later I heard the back gate slam and Jake was gone.

  Archer and I were alone.

  He rounded on me, his face furious. “Why?” he spat. “Why Jake? Why are you playing with me, Tessa?”

  The satisfied look melted off my face.

  “You think this is a game?” I demanded, taking a step closer to him, my nudity forgotten. “Do you think this is me making myself feel special by trying to seduce my best friend, who doesn’t even seem to want me?” Another step closer. “Do you think so little of me, Archer? Is it because we’re such good friends or do you just not want to be seen fucking me?" I was right up in his personal space, close enough to feel the heat emanating from his body, but I still held back from touching him. The want simmered between us and I tilted my head up, staring into Archer's dark eyes with a challenging look that said Your move.