by Madison Faye
Right?
I was out of time though, and I grabbed her clothes - panties and all - and quickly brought them back to the chair they’d been on in the kitchen.
*****
And here I was hours later, sitting by my pool with a whiskey in my hand and a frown on my face.
Fuck, why the HELL had I put them back? In the moment, I’d just shoved everything back in that chair, but now I just groaned thinking about it. I mean she hadn’t said anything when she’d come back in and changed before heading home, but I’d also locked myself in my office until she did.
I should have just kept them, really. Let her think they fell out of her pile of clothes when she was changing or something. Yeah, what I should have done was not jerk off into an eighteen year old’s panties.
Hindsight.
I shook my head as I took a sip of my drink. Yeah, the bigger issue here wasn’t just what had happened earlier that day. The bigger issue was that it wasn’t just me thinking inappropriate thoughts about some girl I shouldn’t have been having them about.
It was that I had Christina Ames on the brain bad. It was that hours later, that girl was deep under my skin in a way I hadn’t felt from anyone in, well, a long damn time. Maybe ever.
This might present problem.
Chapter 6
Christina
The next two weeks passed in a blur, and before I knew it, it was the night before I was going to be heading off to college. It was exciting, and scary of course, but I was only going to school an hour and a half train ride away in Boston. Plus, I was going to have Anna with me, which was going to make the whole thing easier.
I hadn’t ended up telling her about what had happened at Tyler’s house, but part of me still wanted to. Actually, I hadn’t even been back to his house since that day. He’d come by a few days before to wish me well at school, and I’d blushed just seeing him again for the first time since that day.
“Nah, you’ve got more important things to worry about,” he’d said when I asked if he needed me to come over at all to do any last organizing before I left. “You’re a big college girl now, you don’t need to hang around with old-guy bachelors like me,” he’d said with a wink before handing me an envelope full of what sure felt like money. “Here, for you and Anna.”
“Oh, I can’t take this.”
“Sure you can,” he’d said with a grin. Before arching a brow at me. “No spending that on boys, though.”
I’d laughed, and he’d given me a big hug. “Come back and visit us sometime, Christina.”
And so there I was, the night before heading off into the world for the first time, and all I could think about was his arms around me. Well, that and what I’d seen in his office. It’d been two weeks, and I’d had plenty else to think about, but I’d still imagined what I’d seen every single night since then. Every night, I’d been almost excited to go to bed, since it meant slipping my panties down my legs and pushing my fingers into my wet folds while I dreamed of Tyler Weaver’s incredible cock and all the ways I’d want him to use it on me.
But that last night, thinking about both that and the fact that I was heading off into the world the next day with my best friend, it finally came to a head.
I had to tell Anna.
*****
Oh my God, what?!” Anna hissed into the phone. I could feel my heart pounding, both excited and nervous to tell her this. I mean, she was Anna, she had my back. But I was also worried she’d think it was weird, or think I was weird for finding it so hot.
"Hold up, Christina, are you serious?"
"Mm-hmm," I said quietly into the phone.
"Holy shit, girl," Her voice sounded shaky with excitement. “I mean, that is crazy. It’s scandalous!” I could hear her breath catch over the phone. “Wait, Chris, he’s never been inappropriate with you, has he?”
I laughed quietly, "No, no, nothing like that, God."
We were both quite for a second before I could hear her take a breath. “So…what’d it look like?”
I blushed. “Anna!”
“What?” She giggled. “C’mon, tell me!”
I bit my lip, feeling my pulse roaring in my ears. There was something kind of sexy about telling my friend about it, something that felt so dirty and hot about spilling my secret to her.
“Okay, remember those porn pictures we looked at, with the guy with the really big dick?"
Anna giggled into the phone. “Oh my God, yes.”
"Ok, well he’s at least that big."
I could hear her gasp, and there was something about hearing that coupled with the retelling of what I’d seen that sent a naughty little pulse of heat into my pussy. I could feel my panties growing a little wet siting there in my bed, and I bit my lip and squeezed my legs together as I thought about what I’d seen.
“So, um, did you watch the whole thing?” Anna’s voice sounded slightly husked on the other end of the phone, her breath heavy into the receiver. “I mean, did you watch him-“
“Come?” I said quickly, feeling my pussy throb at the word.
“Yeah,” she said quietly. “That.”
“Uh-huh.”
I could hear Anna’s breath catch over the phone, and I felt the heat bloom through my body, radiating out from between my legs as I pictured the scene again. How his head had been thrown back, how his muscles had strained, how his big fat cock had throbbed in his hand. I could feel the wet heat soaking into my panties, and before I could even second guess what I was doing, I was slipping my fingers into the waist and pushing them over my hips and kicking them down my legs.
It felt so naughty and so thrilling being on the phone with Anna while I was this hot and pulling my panties down, but I couldn’t stop. I wanted to tell her everything.
“There was so much of it, Anna,” I said quietly, biting my lip and closing my eyes and letting my hand slide over my hips.
“Oh my God, you really watched him come?” She said, her voice thick and heavy.
“Yeah, and get this: he was using my panties to do it.”
Anna moaned over the phone.
Yeah, okay, it should have been weird. But maybe it was because we were so close, or that I was already so turned on going over the story with her, but for some reason, it wasn’t weird at all.
In fact, it was kind of hot.
I started to tell her about the pictures I’d found, and of coming into find my panties missing, and then seeing them wrapped around Tyler’s fat cock. And the more I told her, the hotter I got, until I was actually playing with my pussy while I recounted the story to her. I had my eyes closed as I described his cock, and the way his face had looked, and the how much cum had spurted out into my panties to Anna. And I could hear her breath coming quicker and more labored, and the thought that my story had her as hot as I was only got me wetter.
“Oh my God,” she gasped out into the phone. “He said your name?!”
“M-hmm…” I bit my lip, sinking a finger deep into my pussy while my other hand rolled over my clit. I didn’t care anymore that I was masturbating on the phone with my best friend. And I didn’t care that I was pretty sure she was doing the same thing. It felt so wrong and so hot at the same time to share this with her; like I was letting her in on this wicked secret.
“That’s so fucking hot, Chris,” Anna said thickly. “Can you even imagine what he would have done if you’d just walked in?”
I moaned quietly, thinking through the fantasy of slipping into his office while he stroked his big dick. I imagined letting my bikini drop to the ground and kneeling between his legs, pushing his hands away and replacing them with my own. I pictured tasting him, and sucking on him. I imagined what his mouth would feel like, or how his tongue would feel lapping over my clit.
I could hear Anna gasp quietly over the phone as I squeezed my eyes shut and fingered my pussy, imagining letting Tyler bend me over his desk and bury every thick inch of that cock inside my virgin cunt.
“I-” I could
hear Anna take a gasping breath. “I have to go,” she said quickly.
“Yeah, uh, me too,” I said, biting my lip and forcing my fingers to stop for a moment. “So, tomorrow?”
“Yeah, train station,” She said quickly and breathlessly. “Don’t stand me up, punk,” she finished with a giggle.
I’d barely hung up the phone before I was gasping into my pillow as my fingers plunged into my dripping wet slit, coming hard to the image of Tyler Weaver taking me for the first time.
*****
There was one second of blushed awkwardness when I met up with Anna at the train station the next day. One quick look exchanged between the two of us, knowing fully well what had happened on the phone. But it was quickly brushed aside in the emotional madness of hugging parents and dragging suitcases onto the train. And then we were off, and that singular moment was forgotten as we plunged head-first into life away from home.
Chapter 7
Christina
Anna and I fell into the routine of being college freshman pretty quickly. We debated and then agreed on how we wanted to decorate our dorm room, figured out which days of the week had the best food at the cafeteria, and learned that homework at college was a whole other level than what we’d seen in high school.
So time passed quickly as we got into the day-in and day-out of college life. We didn’t have a lot of classes together, which was probably a good thing since it got us to be social besides with each other. We went to parties, learned to appreciate cheap beer, and even flirted with boys. But night after night, even when we did go out, we’d always end up back at our dorm room, just the two of us.
And I was pretty good with that.
I mean, yeah, there were cute boys at school, and it was exciting to be out in the real world knowing that we could make whatever decisions regarding that subject that we wanted to. But none of them ever seemed to make the cut, to either of us. The funny thing was, Anna and I had both waited all this time without giving it up, and all the while, we’d talked about how exciting college was going to be with experimenting with sex and all that.
Except now that we were here, we weren’t. Because now it seemed like it’d have been this big waste if we just gave it up to the first cute boys who said hi to us at college. Plus, college guys as it turns out, were gross, and crude, and obnoxious. Going out to parties at college always felt like you were being hunted by guys. Even the nice ones always acted like they were trying to swindle you out of something, and neither of us wanted anything to do with that.
And so there we were, a month into college. Two virgin best friends, living together. All we needed were some cats and a knitting hobby and we’d be the perfect cliche.
*****
It was three weeks into school, the weather outside grey and rainy, when I groaned and dropped the book I was studying into my lap. Okay, as much fun as I was having being out in the real world with my best friend, I had to admit it: I was homesick.
I sighed heavily, and Anna looked up as I made a face. “Do you want to home this weekend?”
“Oh my God, yes,” she said with a groan.
“Really?”
“Hell yes, Chris,” She said with a big grin. “And I’m bringing all the laundry to do, too.”
We started to laugh before she gave me a look, raising her eyebrows. “So, gonna make any plans to go over to Mr. Weaver’s house?”
I blushed furiously. Neither of us had really brought that up since that night on the phone, as if talking about Tyler would also bring up a conversation about what had happened on the phone that night. “Oh, uh, no, of course not,” I said quickly.
Anna grinned. “Oh relax, I’m only teasing.” She picked her book back up but then dropped it to arch a brow at me again. “But you have been thinking about it.
All the time.
I thought about what I’d seen and heard that night at Tyler’s house all the damn time. Mostly when I could hear the sounds of Anna’s breathing as she slept across the room, when I let my fingers slip over my clit and held my breath to keep from moaning out loud. I still had the panties he’d jerked his cock with, too. I mean, I’d washed them, but I still brought them out sometimes late at night and held them in my hand, feeling my pulse jump as I imagined him wrapping them around that huge cock of his and moaning my name.
Yeah, you could say I’d thought about Tyler Weaver just a bit at school. And the prospect of seeing him while I was home was…well, an enticement. It was playing with fire, and I knew that. But the thought of seeing him again, knowing what I knew, was thrilling.
“So I’ll call my mom to pick us up Friday night after class?”
I looked up at Anna’s voice. “Hmm?”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, yeah, not thinking about Tyler Weaver at all, huh?” She grinned as she brought the book back up. “Guess you better pack a spare pair of panties.”
I threw a pillow at her as she convulsed into giggles.
Chapter 8
Tyler
“Another beer?”
I glanced at the near empty bottle in my hand and shrugged at Bob. “Yeah, why not. Thanks, man.”
“You bet.”
Bob Ames wasn’t the type of guy I’d ever thought I’d be friends with. For one, he didn’t have a musical bone in his damn body. I mean the guy owned fucking Enya CD’s for Christ’s sake. In any other world, or if I was still the guy I used to be, we’d be neighbors who smiled and said hi, and that’d be it. But he and I clicked when Rebecca and I had moved here. The accountant with shit taste in music who liked watching cspan, and the former rock star with a platinum record; buddies.
Getting older is strange, man.
But Bob and Helen were good fucking people, especially after the whole Rebecca thing had started to unravel. Helen was an attorney, and even thought I had my own guy on retainer, she’d definitely done a lot during the filing process.
Which, I might add, made the fact that I’d jerked off into their daughter’s panties even worse. It was like this weight on me whenever we hung out now.
Not, of course, that it stopped me from thinking about Christina. And I still did, weeks after that whole incident. Fuck, she was all I could think about. I’d even had some guys I used to know from the road call up wanting to take me out and get me laid - get my mind off Rebecca. Except my mind was off Rebecca.
The problem was, it was firmly on my sexy, off-limits, barely legal college-girl neighbor.
“Here you go, bud.”
I jerked my head up as Bob came back out onto the front porch with beers. “Thanks.” I frowned. “Hey by the way, where’s Helen tonight?”
“Oh, didn’t I tell you?” He beamed at me. “Christina’s coming home for the weekend, she’s off picking her and Anna up at the train station.”
Holy fuck.
I could feel this raw sort of energy roar thought me. And of course, it was right then that the car turned into the driveway, headlights washing over the two of us up on the front porch. It pulled up the driveway, and as I glanced over the railing, we suddenly locked eyes.
Fucking hell, the girl that I couldn’t get off my damn mind, the one I’d been jerking my cock to literally every night since that day was right here.
The car shut off and she opened the door and stepped out.
Fuck did she look good. She looked better than good. I mean, I thought girls were supposed to go off to college and come back looking like they partied too hard or didn’t sleep enough. Not her thought. Christina just looked fucking amazing, like she had this glow about her or something. Yeah, she’d been this flirtation with temptation before, this fantasy angel that got my dick rock hard.
