36 Inches: A MFMM Romantic Comedy

by Alexis Angel

  Then she moans, “You feel even better than last time.”

  I can’t do this fucking shit. I decide that there’s only one way forward and that’s for her to turn around. If I don’t feel her kissing my neck and wrapping her hands around me, then I won’t feel guilty, and I can do the one thing that I’ve been dying to do for the last eight hours, and that’s fucking.

  I gently withdraw my cock with the condom on it. I check it because I’m fucking sure that if Bethany had the chance to be pregnant, she would take up the opportunity like a duck to water. It would be her guarantee. Even coach warned us about that. Never. Ever have sex with a woman unless you’re going to put a ring on her finger. He’d told us about all the players that had been caught out and the price that they had to pay as a result of one night of enjoyment. It wasn’t worth it. Bethany is going to make me come. But I wasn’t about to throw my future away, especially not over her. I’d rather be safe than sorry.

  “Good, you’re naked like me,” she purrs as she sits up and starts heading in my direction.

  What is it about Bethany that makes me so damn frustrated and turns me off, even if I like fucking her?

  I used to like her. Even at one point, I thought that I could love her, but then I saw the ugly side of her one too many times, and I decided that I couldn’t stay with her any longer. She picked on the fat kids. The skinny ones. The geeks. Anyone that she felt was beneath her. She was the popular girl whose parents owned a string of diners, and they had money. But her parents, they were respected by everyone in the community because they weren’t anything like their shitty daughter. I don’t know where she got it from, but I guess it is because she was born wanting for nothing and they worked for everything they had.

  “I want you to fuck me from behind!” Bethany demands.

  Today it feels as if fucking her is hard work instead of something I would normally enjoy.

  “You feel so amazing,” she coos as she traces her fingers over my chest. That sort of thing used to get to me. Now, it seems totally empty and does nothing for my cock.

  I strip off my clothes, then I spin her around and seeing her ass in the air quickly changes my mind about how I was feeling a few minutes ago. She looks incredible as my cock enters her slowly. Her soft silk moisture makes me forget about the doubts that I was having a few minutes ago. I start with slow long strokes that allow me to feel every part of her as she bends down on the edge of my bed. I pull her hips back until I nearly withdraw, and then I ram back in all the way until my balls slap against her wet skin.

  “Fuck yes!” I yell as I go deeper inside of her.

  Bethany is screaming too, but not like the way that she was when I was laying on top of her, this time she’s shouting out obscenities. Thank fucking goodness that my mom’s not here and I don’t have to worry about my drunken dad coming home to find us. He left when I was born because he couldn’t accept the responsibility, or that’s what grandma told me. Mom told me that she doesn’t know what happened to him. Now, I’m older and I don’t fucking care because I gave up on him ever coming back.

  My hands move up her body, squeezing and caressing it. Bethany’s no longer my ex that I’m having second thoughts about fucking. No, she’s an ex with incredible curves. Shit, her ass is so damn big that I can’t help but give her a spank with my cock buried inside of it.

  “Jason!” she cries, and I know that she’s enjoying the little spank that I gave her right now as her body starts to tremble.

  Shit, it’s driving me fucking wild as my blood starts to burn. I wrap my fingers around her shoulders and fuck her even harder. She’s sent me on a mission, and that’s to come so fucking hard. I yank her body toward mine as I thrust inside of her. Our hips are riding together, and I think for a split second that I should stop. That I’m probably hurting Bethany and only thinking of my pleasure.

  “Don’t stop, Jason. Don’t stop. I’m so close!” she commands making it known that I’m not to worry about hurting her.

  She wants me to go on. It’s like her pussy is a glove as it hugs my cock and I can feel her muscles shifting and tightening in front of me.

  “I’m coming!” she screams out.

  I worry that Daniel, my neighbor, can hear us. He’s probably used to it. He said that when we were in high school, and we used to sneak around, we were only kidding ourselves because everyone in the neighborhood could hear Bethany’s screams. I thought that he was exaggerating until now. I start picking up my speed because the louder she screams it just seems to set me off.

  I feel something primal rising in my chest, and Bethany’s got me going a lot more than she did a few minutes ago. She’s gripping hold of the bed, while I grab hold of her hips and keep her still so that I can ram my cock in and out of her until I’m ready to come. A few more powerful thrusts and I’m there, so I pull the condom off so that I can come all over her back. I’m fucking exhausted and I feel the sweat dripping off my forehead. She takes every last energy out of me as my cum starts shooting out like a pistol. It’s as if it won’t stop. I feel proud that I’ve come more than I’ve ever done before, but I can’t move. I feel as if my knees are so damn weak and they’ll buck if I don’t use Bethany as some support.

  “Shit, Jason, have you been working out?”

  What does she think?

  I play sports so of course I’ve been working out. I am worried for a split second, because I lost total control. Coach told us that condoms rip. I want to be doubly sure that this didn't happen today. Besides, I love coming on women. Coach warned us to be extra careful when we pull out and to always check the condom.

  I sit down on my bed; I’m just about to flop on it as I’m still catching my breath. She’s about to crawl all over me like a rash when we both look at each other. Someone’s ringing the doorbell as if their life depends on it. I wonder if it’s Daniel playing a prank and make a point about the noise Bethany makes. Either way, I need to get rid of her. Like now.

  “Who’s that?” Bethany asks as she starts to reach for her clothes.

  I shake my head. “I don’t know. Just stay here. I’ll get rid of them.”

  She smiles like a Cheshire cat. I didn’t tell her to leave. That was my first mistake and my second one was telling her to stay in my room. She reaches out for the cover as if she’s waiting for me to have a second ride. I’m in trouble, not only because I don’t know who’s at the door, but also because I need to catch some z’s and that means getting rid of Bethany.

  Jennifer

  I need someone to talk to right now. Daniel’s not home, and I don’t have many friends. There are some other neighbors, we smile. We ask each other about the weather. The day. Our kids and how big they’ve grown. The typical conversation that strangers would exchange with each other while trying to be polite to each other.

  None of them were real friends, not like Carla. I was a very lonely housewife; I didn’t join any parenting groups when I had Daniel. I never socialized with anyone. All instructions that were given to me by my dead husband.

  Tom never knew about my friendship with Carla. If he had, then he would have put a stop to it. Tom was always paranoid about me getting to know people, worried about gossip and that everyone would find out about his dirty secret.

  I’ve had a heart-to-heart with her from time to time. She’s a nurse, and maybe that’s the reason I find it easy to talk to her. She has that calming nature about her. Something that makes me feel comfortable talking to her as if she’s not judging me when I do it. I didn’t tell her about Tom and his indiscretions. I’d kept that a secret, but I didn’t about the way that he’d died. She didn’t seem surprised when I told her. I remember her indifferent reaction when I’d told her that Tom was gay. It was the third time that I’d said it out loud.

  The first was when I’d told my parents about how Tom died. They just stared at me, and Mom asked, “Jennifer, did you know?”

  I lied and shook my head, I didn’t know officially that he was until that ni
ght that I’d been called to say that he died on top of a male prostitute. I remember the phone call as if it was only yesterday. He told me that they had a big banking conference in Vegas. I remember wanting to go with him. He’d used the excuse that Daniel would be alone if I went. And at the time, I nodded, even though I was thinking that it didn’t make sense. Daniel was at college; it wasn’t as if he was in the same house anymore and he didn’t need his mother to stay behind.

  The second time that I told someone was his parents. They wanted to do the same thing that Tom had done; they wanted to keep it as a secret. His dirty secret. The one that I’d been living with for the last eighteen years.

  The final time I told someone was when I told Carla. She just looked at me as she patiently waited for me ‘to let it all out,' she had instructed me was the best way to deal with grief. But I wasn’t dealing with grief. I was dealing with something completely different. Liberation. I left out the part that I’d wanted to leave him for years when I was explaining about Tom’s death,. I’d gone from leaving home to being stuck in a loveless marriage thinking that it was best for my son. It was only now that I realized I was living a lie. I’d been using Daniel as an excuse to stay, but fear had kept me in the marriage. The fear of not being able to make it on my own. But I didn’t even know what it entailed because I’d never tried it.

  As I stand and wait for Carla, my mind darts back to here and now. I’m sure that she said that she’s working nights this week. So, she should be in at this time. It’s still early. I’m just about to give up calling again when the door opens, and it’s not Carla. It’s her son, Jason. I didn’t think that he was home. I thought that he had a week or so before college was out for the summer.

  “Jason?” I ask, but I find myself speechless as my eyes are not focusing on his face, but on his body. Damn! When did he get so fit? Sure, I know that he plays ball and he trains, but he’s only been at college for one year.

  “Hi, Jennifer. How are you?”

  He’s holding onto the door. I wonder if he was training, because his body’s glistening with sweat. Maybe that’s why he never heard me ringing the bell. He was probably training with the music up loud. Daniel does that from time to time, but his body’s not like this at all.

  My eyes slip further down, and I can see that not only does he have a perfectly formed set of abs, legs, and biceps, but he has a cock bigger than any I’ve ever experienced. I can see that from over here. I want to move closer to him and touch it. But Jason says nothing; it’s almost as if he enjoys me admiring his body.

  I shake my head back to the reality that Jason’s young enough to be my son. He’s the same age as him.

  “Is your mom home?”

  Jason’s hand slowly slides down the door, as he says it in what feels in slow motion. “N-o.”

  Is he flirting with me?

  “Wait one minute.”

  I stand at the door, unclear what I’m waiting for because Carla’s not at home. I came to see her, and I didn’t even know that Jason was at home. I know that Carla’s been working so many shifts lately, she said that bills are piling up like crazy. Maybe coming here and burdening her with my problems of having too much money and not knowing what to do with it isn’t a good idea. I’m exhausted after staying up all night and reading 12 Inches and then after I went on to read more books by Naughty Angel Publishing. They do know how to get a girl wet; I haven’t masturbated like that for years. It felt good. Relieving, to a certain degree. But today is really pushing me over the edge in a considerably less fun way. I’m back to feeling insecure, and I thought that maybe a chat with a friendly neighbor would take it away.

  I can hear voices, and now I feel even more embarrassed about ogling Jason’s body. He has a girl over, and as the door is slightly ajar, I can see that he’s still with that girl Bethany. I thought that they broke up?

  That’s what Daniel said; he was so happy. No one likes Bethany. Maybe she’s one of those girls that smiles to all the adults and just makes her peers lives a living hell. She’s always been pleasant to me, but I believe what Daniel has said. I’m surprised that I’m a little annoyed that she gets to fuck Jason when she’s such a bitchy girl.

  “Bethany, hi,” I say nodding my head, understanding why Jason was sweating earlier on. He was having sex. God, I feel like one of those old women that don’t have a clue about anything anymore.

  She nods. “Hi, Mrs. Marshall.”

  I shake my head, the thought of being called that ever again makes me feel physically sick. Mrs. implies that I’m married, but before he died, we were never really married. Just two roommates in the same house and in separate beds. but he paid the bills, and we had one thing in common, and that was Daniel. Not even the signed piece of paper saying that we were married forced us to converse at times. Daniel did that when we had to go to parents’ meetings or watch him play ball. We sat. Smiled. Did the whole we are a happy couple charade. But behind closed doors, we were strangers.

  “Jason wants me to leave…” She mumbles and looks toward Jason, handing him her panties she had wadded up in her hand. “Something for you to hold on to. If you change your mind.”

  I don’t get what she meant by the sentence, but I can tell that Jason felt awkward and I wonder why I am staying behind the door. I should have left the moment he said that his mom wasn’t home.

  Jason smiles and then ignores Bethany’s comment and the fact that she’s walking slowly, as if she’s hoping that he’ll call her back.

  “Come in, Jennifer.”

  I didn’t remember him ever calling me that before. He must have picked up on the way that I reacted when Bethany called me ‘Mrs. Marshall.’

  I stopped being that on my honeymoon after I found out that my husband was gay. The strange part is that before, when Tom was alive, if I’d walked into this house and smelled sex I would have run a million miles.

  Right now, smelling it, I close my eyes and as Jason doesn’t even attempt to put on any clothes, he asks me, “Would you like a drink?”

  I nod my head saying, “Yes, please.”

  I’ll like whatever he’s serving even if it’s in the kitchen or up in the bedroom where Bethany just left.

  Jason

  I need someone to talk to right now. Daniel’s not home, and he is one of the friends that I have. Jennifer was standing at the door like a lost lamb. My mom had told me about Tom and how he was cheating on her, not with another woman, but a man. A prostitute. The one that he’d suffered a heart attack on top of in Vegas.

  God!

  What was wrong with him?

  If I had her at home waiting for me every night, the last thing on my mind would be fucking another person. Then again, by the sound of things, Tom was gay. It wasn’t about him wanting to cheat on her. It was about him being gay, which makes no sense to me. I don’t get why he married her in the first place if he wasn’t going to fuck her. Then again, they had Daniel, so they must have been having sex.

  I asked Mom for more details. “Jason, why are you so interested?” she asked me, and then I changed the topic of the conversation.

  I couldn’t ask Daniel. Hell no! There were some things that guys talked about, but apart from him telling me that his parents slept in separate rooms, it was clear that he knew the truth of their relationship, but he didn’t want to tell me. Then again they only had one child. I never understood that part. She was a housewife with an adult son.

  Most women her age had other hobbies or stuff that they would do. But not Jennifer, and she was young. A lot younger than my mom because she had Daniel when she was my age. Which is kinda crazy, because I couldn’t imagine being a father right now.

  Mom had me at the right age, just with the wrong guy. Judging by Tom’s antics, Mom doesn’t seem to be the only one. It’s fucking crazy the shit that happens behind closed doors. You think that you know a couple, and then you find out that you didn’t know them at all.

  Jennifer has fiery red hair and a sexy, tight body,
one any man should appreciate to have at home or be proud to have at home. My mom looks good for her age, but she's not got anything on Jennifer. She could easily pass for Daniel’s sister and not his mom.

  I focus on Jennifer and stop my thoughts wandering, now that she’s here, there are so many fucking questions that are running through my mind. I want to talk to her, but then if that were my true agenda, I would have put on clothes too.

  Shit, I can fuck and talk at the same time. Bethany left me unsatisfied, but the urge to fuck Jennifer is so strong when I look at her. The lost look in her eyes is almost as enticing as the curves of her tight little body.

  “Let me see what we have,” I say as she follows me to the kitchen.

  Usually if one of Mom’s friends came over, I would run upstairs and put on some pants. But I love the way that Jennifer’s eyes are darting up and down my chest. It is almost as if she loves the fact that I have no clothes on apart from my boxers and I wonder if she wishes that she could see my cock.

  And as I glance to see what she’s looking at, I notice that her eyes are fixed on my ass. She does like what she sees. As I stop, she bumps into me. I can tell that she’s embarrassed. I should pretend that it’s an accident, but I love teasing her. She may be older, but she acts so naively as if she’s never been touched. She had Daniel, so there’s no way that she’s still a virgin. Maybe it was the one time? If Tom was gay, then I doubt that they had an active sex life. Shit, I doubt she’s ever been properly fucked.

  “Sorry, I should watch where I’m going,” she says as she touches me and then pulls her hand back as if my body is a bar of electricity.

  I smirk. “No worries. I haven’t been in the kitchen since I got back from college so I don’t know what we have. What would you like to drink?”

  She shakes her head. “Oh, water. Whatever.”

  “Come on. You must want something?” I ask as I turn around and this time she stops in time.