by Jason Lenov
We writhed on the floor even after our orgasm's were over, clawing at each other and kissing deeply until we both started giggling at how funny it was that we hadn't made it to the bed.
We barely slept that night. Instead we told each other about who we were and what we wanted and by the time the morning sun started breaking through the blinds, we were both pretty sure that some of what we wanted had to do with us.
Chapter 19
"You want to try something hot?" The sound of Stef's voice woke me up in the middle of the afternoon.
I was disoriented for a second until I realized we must have fallen asleep after the sun came up and slept most of the day away. I rubbed my eyes and turned to look at her. She was propped up on her elbow next to me. "What's hot?" I muttered.
"I'm hot, silly," she teased. She leaned forward and kissed me.
This dragged me further into reality and the now familiar worry slapped me across the face. I'd slept with Laura. Sooner or later, Stef would find out, I was sure of it. I needed to tell her before she found out from someone else. I hauled myself up until I was sitting. Rubbing my eyes again, I turned to face her. "Listen, we need to talk," I said.
"Hey," she said, tilting her head. "Why'd you get so serious? I didn't mean get serious. I wanted to tell you about something hot!"
I sighed. "Stef, there's something I want to talk to you about," I said. I couldn't bring myself to look at her.
Instead of getting quiet and listening, the way every other girl I'd ever dated would have if I'd said something like that, Stef jumped up, slammed into my chest with her body and sent us both tumbling over the side of the bed. "Hey. When I ask you if you want to try something hot, I mean business mister!" she snapped, pointing a finger at my face. "I've been up for two hours watching you sleep and I'm bored. Now do you want to know my hot thing that I want you to try or not?"
"Uh... " For a second I thought of saying no. I thought of putting a stop to all this hot stuff and telling her what I needed to tell her. I had to tell her about Laura before things got out of hand.
"Come on," she purred, sidling up to me and sending her hand crawling down my stomach. Her fingers wrapped around my rising shaft in a tight fist, making me grunt. "Ooh," she said, leaning in and kissing my cheek, "I like that noise." She started stroking my cock and my will to have a conversation faded with each slide along my shaft.
"So I thought," she whispered, her breath sending a shiver down my back. "I thought that maybe we could go and see a friend of mine."
Uh, what?
"What do you mean a friend of yours?" I whispered, my eyes bugging as I stared at her.
She tightened her grip around my cock and gave me two quick strokes. They made my body go stiff against her. "Well, seeing as how much you liked what we did the other day, I thought we could try something else. I have a... friend I always go see when I'm in town. He's someone I met in the summers when I'd come and visit Laura. He's fun. I think you'd like him. And I think he'd be into showing both of us a good time."
My cock lurched in her hand. I knew full well what she was talking about. She wanted to take me over to see her friend so I could watch them fuck. It made seed start to spill into my balls but made me vaguely jealous at the same time.
It was one thing to have a summer fling with the older neighbor next door and do some kinky shit like watch her get it on with her husband. The problem here was that I felt like this whole thing with Stef might turn into a... thing. I didn't know if I wanted this weird fetish I'd discovered gumming all that up.
My cock couldn't tell a lie, though. As Stef worked me with her fist it got harder and harder with each stroke and soon I was on the cusp of another orgasm, my nails clinging to the sheets as I held on for dear life.
Stef wrapped an arm around my neck and snuggled in even closer. With her hand still pumping me, she looked up and into my eyes. "So what do you think?" she whispered. "Want to see my pussy get punished this time?"
A river of cum erupted from the head of my cock, spilling over onto her slender hand.
Stef started to giggle as I cried out. She put her palm across my mouth, something which made what she was doing even hotter, somehow, and stared at the red head of my pulsing cock as she finished me off.
My hips bucked up off the bed as the last throes of climax shook through me. I looked over at Stef. She looked delighted in the most sinister way. Delighted that she could make me come so easily. Delighted that I was under her control. Delighted that she had a toy to play with.
I won't say it wasn't hot. That was partly why I was going along with things, because it was so hot. At the same time, I wondered if she had any of the same feelings for me as I had for her. It was hard to tell what was behind that slightly wicked smile.
So, that night, we took a cab to her friend Allan's place with a bottle of vodka and a couple six-packs of beer.
Allan seemed like a nice guy. He wasn't a terribly big dude, about my size, but a bit thicker with a bit of a beer gut. It was strange that Stef, who I thought was smoking hot, would be attracted to a guy like him but hey, everyone had their thing, right?
He greeted Stef at the door with a big hug, the kind friends give when they haven't seen each other in a long time. He slapped my back as he shook my hand and said it was great to meet me and welcomed us into his apartment.
The lights were turned down pretty low and there was some soft jazz playing in the background. A lava lamp on one of the side tables and the vinyl collection gave me an idea of what kind of guy Allan was.
Instead of a couch there was just a mattress pad and a pile of pillows and blankets on the floor. Allan told us to make ourselves at home while he took the drinks we'd brought to the kitchen.
Stef flopped down on the mattress pad and put her hands behind her head. She'd obviously been here more than once and looked very comfortable in the place. I stood beside her until she looked at me, smiling and patted the spot on the floor next to her.
I sat down. "So, uh, how does this work usually?" I asked.
Stef let out a giggle, shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Well, usually I come over, we get drunk and then we fuck. Is that alright with you?"
I grinned but partly to hide the fact that what she'd said stung a bit. I wasn't used to someone who treated sex as casually as she did and I knew it would take some time to get used to that. "Just like that, huh?"
Stef sat up and the smile faded from her lips. Maybe she realized what she'd said hurt a little. "Hey, is this okay? Because if you're not going to have fun you can totally leave. I don't want you doing something you don't want to do."
Needless to say that didn't help much. Had she really meant to say that I was the one that could leave? Would she really stay and fuck this guy if I did? "What do you mean?"
"I mean, I'm just saying, you seem a little... miffed? Are you sure you're alright? You said you wanted to do this."
I hadn't really said that. She'd given me a hand job and then we'd gotten ready and gone but I hadn't really agreed. I knew that was only an excuse I was making to myself, though. I talked myself down because there was no sense in getting upset about something that I knew I wanted.
I wanted to see Stef fuck this guy. I wanted to know what it would feel like to watch. I wanted to know if I could take it, if I could be as casual about it as she was, or if I would collapse and not be able to handle it. Most of all, I wanted to give her that power over me. Did she know she had it? Could she feel the control I was giving her? Because if she couldn't, it wasn't nearly as hot.
"Okay mister, what is it?" the sound of her voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Huh?"
"You're over there thinking about something, what is it?" she asked.
"I'm just... I'm... just thinking things through."
She scrunched up her nose and tilted her head and it made me think that she didn't know half of what was going on inside my head. Which made me think of that other thing she didn't know about. Laura.
Allan walked through the bead curtain hanging in the doorway to the kitchen carrying drinks.
I squeezed Stef's arm and whispered "Don't worry. We're all good."
She raised in an eye in a sort of "you sure?"
I nodded and we both turned to chat with Allan as he set out drinks. Three shots and two beers later the party started to heat up.
Allan had sat down on the mat on the floor on the other side of Stef. The three of us talked for a bit until the three-way conversation got a little difficult.
As Allan and Stef started talking about old times, I shuffled off the mat and propped myself up against an armchair so I could watch them talk.
Allan didn't seem to notice and neither did Stef. They reminisced and laughed until the conversation naturally died down. Allan made his move and leaned in to kiss Stef on the lips.
So even though we weren't a thing, this was a first for me. I'd already started to feel that there might be the possibility of a relationship for Stef and I. Seeing her let another man kiss her like this sent my blood pressure through the roof.
My heart started to pound and my palms got so clammy I had to put my beer down because I was worried I'd drop it. I had that feeling where no matter how much you inhale you never feel like you're getting enough air. You know that one?
It wasn't even the jealousy. Or rather, it wasn't only the jealousy. What was there to be jealous about after all? It's not like Stef had any commitment to me or me to her. She was doing this because she thought it would be hot for me. That's what she'd said, anyways.
So as my body was overwhelmed by what felt like a fight or flight response, my cock started to harden between my legs. I hadn't given this too much thought and now that it was happening it felt like I had no repertoire for how to react.
Allan lifted his hand and cupped Stef's breast and squeezed it a bit. Watching sidle closer to him and offer more of it was pretty hot. She was really getting into this and it felt like both of them had forgotten that I was even in the room. I wasn't sure how I felt about that but didn't have the inclination to try and figure it out.
As Allan started pulling Stef's shirt up, she put a hand on his chest and pushed him away from their kiss. With her body still pressed pretty close to his, she turned her head to face me. "You alright?"
Chapter 20
Strangely, I almost burst into laughter at the question. It seemed so surreal and yet felt pretty meaningful at the same time. I'd thought she really had forgotten that I was there but she hadn't. Not only that, but she seemed to be aware enough of it to ask if I was doing okay. "I'm, uh, I'm good," I muttered.
Stef and Allan both chuckled at my response and were quickly back to making out.
I felt like I'd missed something. It felt like I'd missed a moment that she'd tried to have with me because I was so caught up in how I was feeling about watching her with another guy. My mind started to cloud over with questions again.
What would she have done if I'd said no? Would she have said that I could leave again? Would she have stayed and finished with him? The possibility of this felt terrible to me. How could she do something like that? Didn't she feel anything of what I was feeling about her?
It almost got away from me. The jealousy almost got out of hand but I talked myself down again. I was here because she thought that doing this would be hot. I was intent on at least trying to enjoy it in that way.
By the time I'd sorted all that out, Stef's shirt was off and so was Allan's and he was working on her bra strap behind her back as they kept making out. When he got it undone, her ample tits sagged out from beneath it and she slipped it off and threw it towards me.
Allan immediately bent over and picked up her breasts with both hands and started sucking on one of her nipples.
Stef put a hand on the back of his head, pulling him closer to her chest, but she turned to look at me.
A hot column of arousal drilled down through my body, stiffening my cock between my legs as our eyes met. Her mouth was slightly stretched in a tiny, silent moan, the look of a woman who's getting ready to come. Her nipples were hard from the attention and I could only imagine how soaked her pussy was.
And all of it because of another guy. I had no idea why it was making me so turned on but it was. It was like a room in my mind I'd never been in before. There was no real explanation for it. I just knew that if I turned off all of my conscious thought and just focused on the idea of what was happening, I could get off with barely touching my cock.
We stared at each other for a while as Allan slurped at her tits. I wanted to feel her touch me so desperately in that moment and I think that added to the tension. She was with him now and I couldn't have her. I almost wished we'd planned it out differently, brought him to my parents place or something so that he was the one that would have to leave and go home and we could have some privacy instead of the other way around.
Allan gave her nipple one last suckle then came back up and started kissing her neck.
Stef turned her head and pretty soon they were making out again with Allan getting up onto his knees then finally standing up. He yanked at his belt and his pants fell to the ground.
Stef tugged his boxers off and his half-hard cock sprang out. She smiled as she wrapped her fist around it, the way she'd done with me a few times. She smiled up at him, like she was pleased to see his cock again after all that time and got up on her knees.
I dug my hand into my pants.
She was sitting on her haunches with her back straight and her tits pushed out. Her mouth was right at the tip of his cock as she stroked him up to hardness with her hand. She looked over out of the corner of her eye and picked up her breast.
I grabbed myself as she lifted it, like she was displaying it for me, proud of how hard she knew it would make me. The whole time, another man's dick was in her hand.
I couldn't get enough. I didn't know where to look, what to focus on. What part was the hottest? Was it actually seeing her fingers curled around his hard muscle? Was it catching glimpses of her smile? Was it the moment our eyes met, knowing she was about to take him into her mouth but feeling like it was us that this was about?
Stef licked her lips, opened her mouth and pushed her tongue out. She flicked the underside of his glans a few times, teasing him until he took control.
Pushing her hand away from his cock he grabbed himself and grabbed a fistful of her hair. He yanked her head back, exposing her neck. "Oh you dirty slut, I missed you," he growled.
I actually gasped as I saw him slap his moist dick against her cheek. I couldn't believe he was doing something like that! I thought that kind of stuff only happened in porn. More outrageous was her reaction. She just took it. She even opened her mouth a little more and let him poke his cock in and out, then slap it on her face again.
"Come on bitch, let's see if you've still got it," he said. A split second later he pushed his cock into her mouth, stepped forward and stuffed it into her throat.
Stef gagged. I saw her body convulse even as I watched the outline of his cock-head form in her neck.
Allan didn't relent and I thought I was going to have to step in, say something. He pulled out right before I did.
A slick strand of bile stretched out between his cock and her lips. Stef looked completely unfazed by what he'd done so I decided not to say anything but my guard was up. It caught me off guard when Allan spoke to me.
"You want to see something nasty?" he asked.
I looked at Stef hoping she would let me know what she wanted. The way he had her by the hair though made it impossible for her to even look over and I knew she wasn't going to say anything out loud. I swallowed the dryness out of my mouth and looked at Allan again. "Uh... sure," I muttered.
He nudged his head to one side that I should come over.
Whipping my hand out of my pants, I crawled across the floor to where I'd been sitting before.
Pulling on her hair, Allan forced Stef up onto all fours. The hea
d of his cock was still in her mouth.
She looked like an animal being manhandled, like a cow being put into position. Her ass was stuck high up in the air and she had to hold herself up on the fingers of her hands to keep her mouth on Allan's cock.
"Take those jeans off," Allan said.
Still in a slight state of shock, I peeled down Stef's jeans revealing the thin pink line of the pretty, pink thong she'd worn that night. I let them settle around her knees, unable to keep my eyes off her soft, pink slit.
"Might as well pull those off, too," Allan said, nodding at her underwear.
I hooked my finger under the thong and pulled that down too, completely exposing her pussy. I found it dripping wet. I looked up to see Allan smiling.
"See how much she likes that?" he said.
I couldn't believe he was treating her like this. Her mouth was still stuffed full of his cock and she was submitting to everything he did. The craziest part was that her pussy was completely soaked, meaning she did like to be treated this rough. As Allan fucked his cock into her throat again, I saw the soft lips of her pussy flare and threaten to split and spill more juice out.
I was hard as a rock.
Allan fucked her mouth and throat for a while as I stared at how her pussy reacted, how it seeped fluid. When he stopped, I looked up.
"Get your finger on her. Touch her pussy," he said quietly.
I could tell by his voice he was getting close to an orgasm. I obeyed immediately. Pressing the tip of my finger against her slit, I pushed in until I felt myself sink into her tight heat.
Stef moaned. She moaned all over Allan's cock, making his lip curl up. "Get it on her clit. Touch her clit," he said, as if he'd done this before and knew what would happen.
