by Lexi Archer
“You’re awfully confident,” she said.
He shrugged and if anything his smile grew even wider. “What can I say? I felt the way you were dancing against me tonight. And you’re the one who agreed to come back to my room. You can’t tell me you’re not interested.”
“We’ll see,” Brandi said.
Then she really did turn and head straight for the door with intent. The show was over. I scrambled and quickly ran down the hall, thankful that the loud noise from the party was enough to cover my retreat. I thought about going back to my room, but that would look weird. Particularly if Brandi found me in there. As much as I hated it, as much as I really needed some alone time with my fiancée right now, I decided to play it cool as though I hadn’t seen anything and act like the good host until the party wound down.
I could talk to her about what just happened later. And it was going to be one hell of a conversation.
11: The Waiting Game
The party was still going strong around midnight and I was going insane. I knew there was the potential for a house party like this to go until three or four in the morning and I didn’t want to wait that long to get some alone time with Brandi.
So I decided to start thinking outside the box.
I spotted David stumbling through the house and a plan started to form. I leaned in close. It looked like David finally had a little too much to drink. He could always be relied on to overdo it at parties like this. He was a nice enough guy, but he didn’t know when to say when.
I leaned in close and whispered to him. “Dude! I heard the neighbors called the cops!”
“Cops?” he yelled.
That word had the magical effect that it usually did at a party like this. It was like one of those scenes in a movie where the record scratches and everybody in the room turns around to look. Only there wasn’t any record scratching here since records hadn’t been used at anything but a hipster college party in about three decades as far as I knew. The music kept playing but everybody turned and looked with wide drunken eyes, blinking.
The reaction was almost immediate and people started exiting the house in a surprisingly orderly fashion. There were no cops in evidence, so I guess everybody figured getting out of the place as quickly as possible with as little fuss as possible would be the best course of action. In a matter of about five minutes I found myself standing in an almost empty living room.
I made a quick sweep of the house just to make sure there was nobody left, and then I went back into the living room where I saw Brandi standing smiling at me.
“I heard the neighbors called the cops?” she said.
I didn’t reply. I just growled and grabbed her by the arm, pulled her back to the bedroom. She giggled in delight and followed.
“I’m guessing nobody called the cops? You naughty boy.”
“I haven’t been anywhere near as naughty as you were tonight,” I said.
Brandi stopped and I turned to look at her. She was looking at me with her face completely drained of any color. She stared, eyes wide, and I would’ve laughed if it wasn’t so damn serious.
“What are you talking about?” she asked.
I didn’t respond. I put my arm around her waist and moved her into the bedroom. In a moment she was tossed down on the bed where the springs creaked in protest even under her slight weight. Then I was on top of her and moved down to kiss her.
She still had a worried expression on her face as she fell back onto the bed but that was quickly replaced by closed eyes and a moan as I leaned down and pressed my lips against her. As her mouth opened to mine and my tongue swirled around hers. I felt lightheaded imagining that he was the one laying her back on his bed making out with her. It hadn’t gone that far, but I found myself wishing that it had. What a weird wish to have, but there it was.
I started grinding my cock against her pussy and from the heat I felt radiating out from her shorts it seemed like she was damn turned on. And why wouldn’t she be turned on? She was good and worked up from all the fun she had on the dance floor earlier in the evening after all followed by all the fun she had when she decided to go back to Anthony’s room. I pulled up and looked down at her.
She’d been losing herself in the moment, but the instant I broke the kiss, the instant she was free, it was apparent that the lust spell she was under broke and worry came back her face.
“You were watching, weren’t you?”
“I was,” I said. “I saw everything. You dancing with Anthony down in the basement. I saw you in his room letting him feel you up.”
I punctuated that last bit by reaching down and moving a hand up under her halter top in the same way he had earlier when he was feeling her up in his room only a few feet down the hall. She closed her eyes and a smile crossed her face.
“I thought that was you. You were being naughty spying on me like that,” she said.
“And you were being naughty letting another guy touch you like that,” I replied.
“Fair point,” she said.
“So what are we going to do about this?” I asked.
Brandi looked up, locked eyes with me. A huge smile split her face. “You mean what are we going to do about you getting turned on by the thought of your girl with another guy?”
I blinked. “Am I that obvious?”
She closed her eyes and let out another quiet gasp as I moved to her other tit. As I started caressing her nipple and then pulling her shirt up. My other hand moved up to undo her halter top. She lifted her army briefly to give me better access as I pulled her shirt up over her head and then she was half naked before me. And all I could think about was how she was almost half naked in front of Anthony earlier. How she almost showed off her body to him, but it never quite got that far.
To be perfectly honest I wasn’t quite sure how to deal with her question. I wasn’t quite sure how to even start articulating the ramifications of this ridiculous fantasy I’d been saddled with. And so I decided it would be better to start with a question of my own.
“Why didn’t you let him go further?” I asked.
As I asked I was kissing down, swirling my tongue around her nipple and then moving down to her stomach. She arched her back and gasped as I moved down her delicious slim stomach, feeling the heat of her skin against my lips. She tasted so wonderful, so delicious, and I couldn’t help but swirled my tongue out and run it around her belly button before I moved down and started unbuttoning and unzipping her shorts.
“I wasn’t sure how far you wanted to go,” she said.
I looked up at her as she lifted her hips, as I pulled down on her shorts and panties and her ass and incredible pussy came into view revealing to me just how aroused she was. How fucking turned on she was. Her pussy was engorged and slick, I could see wetness trickling down. The evening’s festivities had obviously gotten her really worked up!
I was still on my knees at the end of my bed and I quickly tossed my shirt off. Then I nearly fell over getting my pants off. I’d had a little bit to drink tonight, and my coordination wasn’t quite as good as it normally was. But soon enough I was completely naked and then I was moving back up on top of Brandi.
“You weren’t sure how far I wanted you to go?”
Her hand wrapped around my cock and I felt the head pressing against the wet warmth of her pussy. God that felt so incredible. So fucking amazing. Only I had a brief moment of panic. I was pressing against her pussy completely unprotected. The head of my cock, already slick with precum, was already splitting her apart. I raised an eyebrow and she giggled.
“Don’t worry,” she said. “One of the first things I did this week in between classes was get a prescription for birth control.”
I groaned as I sank inside her. That delicious warmth was incredible without a condom in between us to ruin the feeling. And then I was buried inside her in one long slow stroke. My cock was encased in that incredible warmth I’d fantasized about for so long but I’d only been able to experience firs
thand a couple of times in the past week. It had driven me nuts that I didn’t get to see her during the week considering the new development in our relationship, but as I sank inside her it was so worth the wait. And it was so fucking hot that she’d gone to the trouble of getting on birth control. That we didn’t have to worry about condoms anymore.
“You’re saying you weren’t sure how far I wanted to go,” I said. “How did you even know I wanted you to tease him?”
Brandi rolled her eyes and I felt like an idiot. I felt like I hadn’t been nearly as sneaky as I thought I was being.
“It was so obvious. The way you wanted me to scream out loud last weekend. The way you were looking at us when I came out into the living room dressed the way I was dressed,” she said. “How could I miss that?”
I pulled out and slammed inside her and she gasped. Her tits jiggled in a hypnotic way that had me imagining how they’d bounce if she was under him. If it was his muscular body over my gorgeous fiancée with his cock sliding in and out of her over and over again. I imagined him burying himself inside her and blowing his load.
“Fuck Brandi,” I said. “That’s so fucking hot!”
“So that really turns you on?”
I slammed inside her again and I saw sparks dancing in front of my eyes. It was so hot thinking about her with another guy, but it was even hotter with her lying here underneath me asking me about it. Giving voice to all the fantasies that had been running through my head for so long now.
“I can’t explain it…”
She pulled my head down and then she was kissing me. Our mouths opened to one another and we were making out once more, and for a wonder my mind wasn’t filled with thoughts of her with another man. I was just thinking of her taste, of how beautiful she was. All I could think about was her, my fiancée, and how wonderful her body felt under mine.
For a change we were sharing an intimate moment that was just an intimate moment between the two of us. And so I started pounding inside her over and over again, with more and more reckless abandon. She moaned into my mouth over and over again as I moved inside her.
The moment didn’t last though. I continued pounding into her, but as I looked down at her tits all I could think about was his hands on her earlier. She followed my eyes down to her breasts and then looked up at me and smiled.
“Did it turn you on watching another man feeling me up?” she asked. “Does that get you off you pervert?”
If anything her dirty talk was sending me into an even more frenzied sexual abandon. Her pussy was so slick, so wet, so fucking hot around my cock. Her dirty talk was egging me on and making me feel incredible. I thought I was on the verge of passing out.
“At first I just wanted to tease you with the dancing,” she said. “But then he invited me back to his room and I was already so fucking turned on and I have to admit his hands felt great on my tits.”
She punctuated that by reaching up and starting to feel her breasts. Tweaking her nipples. She even tried to reach down and lick one of her tits, though they weren’t quite big enough and her tongue’s reach wasn’t quite long enough for her to pull that off. Still it was fucking sexy watching her try. It was fucking sexy imagining him doing the same thing to her tits.
“That turned you on?”
“Fuck yes it did! It was all I could do not to let him go ahead and take my shirt off. I wanted to feel him climbing on top of me. I know I’ve just been with you, but it’s like the floodgates opened ever since we…”
That was too much for me. Her eyes closed and I think she could sense that I was close to the edge. She reached her arms around me and pulled me down so her lips were right against my ear as she whispered.
“Do it,” she whispered. “Come for me baby. Come inside me. Imagine him emptying his load inside me. I know that’s what I’m thinking of.”
With one final groan I buried myself to the hilt inside her, my cockhead deep inside her pussy, and then I exploded with no condom in between us. There was nothing separating my load from her pussy. Sure she was on birth control, but it still felt fucking amazing to unload myself inside my gorgeous fiancée. And from the way she was quietly gasping and moaning she was enjoying the fuck out of it as well.
I kept myself buried against her long after my cock finished twitching. Long after the head stopped spewing my sperm deep in her body. I’d never get tired of that sensation, and yet all I could think about was another man doing just that. Another man blowing his load inside her. Another man filling her with his seed.
I moved down next to her and traced a finger idly along her stomach. I looked down and it was odd. I knew we’d fucked before, but there was something different about it now. There was something different knowing that my seed was traveling up inside her stomach even as we lay together in bed. Sure she was on birth control, but it still made me lightheaded to think that I’d blown my load inside her like that. That I’d taken her completely.
She leaned forward and kissed me. Then her face turned serious for a moment.
“What?”
“That was fun it, but we should probably talk about this don’t you think?”
12: Ground Rules
Panic set in as she said that. Shit. What if she’d been turned on while we were doing the whole dirty talk thing but decided it wasn’t her thing once we were out of the moment. I knew it was possible for guys to have one hell of a case of regret after blowing a load, but I’d never heard of that sort of thing happening with a girl before. Could that sort of thing happen with a girl?
I had no idea. I had a feeling I was about to find out.
Some of that panic must have registered on my face because she giggled and leaned forward to kiss me again.
“There’s no need for you to look so freaked out,” she said. “I think this is hot, it’s definitely intriguing, but I think we should probably talk about it before we go too far. Before we have something happen like tonight.”
That helped me feel better. Just a little. I guess the end of our relationship wasn’t upon us. Not yet at least. Not because of tonight, though I was keenly aware of how possible it was that this whole thing could still blow up in our faces. For now though all I felt was relief.
“Yeah, that probably is a good idea,” I said.
She sat back and stared at the ceiling. I looked at her, light from a streetlamp outside my window reflecting on her in lined pattern from the blinds that were open slightly. She looked like an angel. She looked absolutely beautiful. Absolutely perfect. She was my sweet and innocent fiancée, and yet I wanted nothing more than for her to be the exact opposite of sweet and innocent. That thought was enough to make my cock stir and take notice.
“So how long has this been a thing for you?” she asked.
I shrugged. “It’s weird. I mean, I never even got jealous before, and just seeing you with him last week. It sort of…”
“Set you off?”
“Yeah, I guess you could say that.”
She closed her eyes. “I have to admit meeting him last week sort of set me off too.”
I turned to her and grinned in the darkness, my hand moving up to trace around one of her nipples. She gasped and giggled as I did that. She was always ticklish in that spot.
“Just a little?” I asked. I let out a laugh of my own. “You went from wanting to wait until marriage to getting a look at him and suddenly you’re jumping me like some sex crazed woman!”
“I wasn’t that bad!”
“You were pretty damn close,” I said.
Brandi rolled until she was on top of me. I could see her eyes glinting in the reflected light of that streetlight. And as she looked down at me, as she held my gaze as though she was some sort of sexy cobra staring me down, she started grinding her pussy against me. Its slick wetness ran up and down the length of my rapidly hardening shaft and I grunted in surprise.
“Are you complaining?”
“Fuck no,” I managed to gasp out. Barely.
“D
idn’t think so,” she said. “Now if we’re going to do this I think we need to have some rules in place. Figure out where the hell our limits are.”
“I couldn’t agree more,” I managed to gasp.
“It is it just him? Or does thinking of me with other guys do it for you too?”
I thought about that for a moment, though it was difficult for me to think about anything with her moving up and down on me like that. Sure I was turned on thinking of her with other guys too, but I don’t know if I wanted things to go that far. Yet. Better to have a test case and see how things went from there.
“Just him for now,” I managed to gasp out. “No other guys. Not unless I get to watch. Not unless I get to have a say.”
“Fair enough.”
God that felt so incredible. I’d been so obsessed with getting my dick inside her pussy that I’d never stopped to consider just how amazing it might feel having her run the edge of her pussy against my cock.
“How far do you want things to go with him?” Brandi asked.
“Good question. How far do you want them to go?”
Brandi thought about that for a moment, though while she was thinking she never once stopped that hypnotic up-and-down motion with her ass. She never stopped sliding her pussy up and down the length of my cock. Her tits jiggled almost imperceptibly every time she moved up and then quickly jerked back down. And I felt like I was about to blow my load against her pussy, against her stomach, if she kept that up for much longer.
“I’m gonna be honest honey,” she said. “I’m willing to go as far as you want to go.”
God, if I thought her grinding her pussy against me like that was enough to almost make me blow my load that was nothing compared to hearing her admit she’d fuck my roommate if she had the chance. I really was almost over the edge when she said that, but somehow I managed to keep it under control. I reached out and held her hips in an iron grip, held her in place so she couldn’t keep up with that incredible delicious teasing. Because if she kept it up much longer it was going to cease being teasing and would very quickly become me blowing my load all over her.
