“Oh, that feels so good.” She moaned.
“You like the way I grind into your ass while massaging your pussy?”
“I fucking love it.”
We had snuck into a janitor’s closet in between classes, hoping the door was thick enough to mask the cries and moans coming from inside. I had pinned her onto the wall, one hand holding both her wrists above her head as the other familiarized itself with the red panties she had worn today.
“Take off your shirt.” I demanded, relieving control of her hands.
“Yes sir.” She replied obediently.
She removed her Deftones’ Koi No Yokan graphic tee, revealing the matching red bra I know she had worn just for me. I wasted no time taking one of her perky, firm breasts into my hand as my lips met the side of her neck. I made my way up to her mouth, planting kisses on my path. I moved her long, brunette hair out of the way before turning her face to the side, our tongues meeting as the closet seemed to rise in temperature. While our passionate embrace continued, I felt her back arch as she grinded herself into me; The back of her blue jeans abrading into the crotch of my soft, grey sweatpants.
“Someone’s feeling needy.” I teased.
“I can’t help it! Fucking in a janitor’s closet, it’s so risky…it turns me on.” She admitted. “The door doesn’t even lock, anyone could just walk in on us right now.”
“An exhibitionist, huh? Kinky.”
“Shut up!” She playfully exclaimed, a grin spread across her face. “You’re such a – mmm.” Her words cut off as I rekindled our kiss.
Removing the hand that had been gyrating around her clit, I took off her jeans to reveal her cute, shapely butt. As I went to pull down my pants, she put her hands on mine, stopping me.
“Not just yet.” She coyed, turning to face me before dropping to her knees. She pulled down my sweatpants herself, revealing my dick at full-mass. She licked her lips as if a feast had just been presented to her, looking up at me with a seductive smile on her face. As I looked into the blue of her eyes, a shock fired through my nervous system when it dawned on me who I was making eye contact with.
“Lindsey?”
“Yes, Aly?” She took my hand and placed it on her face, my thumb lay at the entrance to her mouth. “Is something wrong?” She continued, making puppy-dog eyes as she gave my finger a lick.
“Um, well no.” I dumbfoundedly replied while her hand made its way to my cock, giving it a light squeeze.
“Good.”
Lindsey gave my thumb one last lick before letting it rest in her mouth, putting her full focus onto stroking my throbbing penis. She let one hand caress the shaft as the other played with the tip, making small circles. Having let myself get riled up by grinding into her perfect ass, I couldn’t help but groan as she handled the most sensitive parts of my cock. Lindsey then took my thumb out of her mouth, letting her tongue explore the underside of my member. Seeing her kneeling on the floor with a matching set of underwear as she pleased me like a pro, it was almost unbearable!
“Fuck Lindsey, you’re incredible.” I panted. She spat onto the tip before sucking on my head, looking up into my eyes. She let one hand stroke in unison with the bobbing of her mouth, placing the other under her bra as she groped herself. As her sucking got rougher and deeper, she took a second to tie her hair up into a bun, wasting no time to take my cock back into her mouth. Using her tongue to circle around my tool, she let out all the stops to ensure I felt as much pleasure as possible. I placed a hand on the back of her head to keep my balance.
“Use me. Fuck my mouth with your cock.”
Excuse me if I was a little taken aback by that, but I’m not one to pass on a good time.
I pushed her head down onto myself as she gagged. When Lindsey reached the base I held her in place for a couple of seconds, letting up to breathe only momentarily before forcing her right back down. Tears formed at her eyes, making their way down her face as they took what little makeup she had on down with them. Saliva dripped onto her thighs as she sucked relentlessly from base to tip. Despite making a sloppy mess of herself, Lindsey pursued unceasingly. As I neared the euphoric bliss of release, I felt my body thrust convulsively. She became nothing more than a fucktoy, used for the sole purpose of getting myself off.
“Oh shit, oh I’m so close Lindsey. If only we had more time, I would’ve wanted to appreciate every part of you.”
“Sorry Aly, unfortunately we’re almost out of time.” She managed to let out as my bulge throbbed, a combination of pre-cum and spit enveloping the tip.
“Aly?”
“Yeah?”
“What’s this poking me?”
“What?”
“Aly. Aly!”
All of a sudden, Lindsey’s long, brown hair shrunk to a neck-length black with blue highlights at the ends. Her tits became more supple and her skin tone, just a tad darker. Her legs elongated and her thighs thickened. Elena was now milking my cock, looking up at me with those deep, green eyes.
“What the fuck?”
“So two times wasn’t enough for you?”
And suddenly I awoke in my bed, a girl wrapped around me. As I came to, I felt Elena’s head just under my neck. Her breasts lay on my chest and her leg curled around mine. The smell of lavender and vanilla filled my nose as I looked down to see Elena watching me, a concerned look on her face.
“You okay?” She questioned.
“Um, yeah. Just a crazy dream.”
“I can see that.” A smirk formed on her face as her hand traveled down to my penis, palpitating and begging for release.
“So this is what was prodding me.” She gave it a squeeze, taking long, slow tugs.
“Careful, I might cum all over the sheets if you keep that up.” I warned.
“Aren’t you a little too old for wet dreams?” She teased. “Tell me about it. I want to know what got you so riled up at 4 in morning.”
I wasn’t about to ruin the mood by telling her about my quickie with Lindsey in the janitor’s closet, but I didn’t want to lie to her. And besides, I had already told Elena about my feelings for Lindsey (whether or not they originated from lust, I wasn’t yet sure). As I processed what I was going to say, Elena positioned herself onto my legs, facing me with my dick wrapped around her hand. I decided to twist the story a bit.
“I was on campus in the janitor’s closet by our Calc 3 class, and-and you. You were there with me. I was grinding into your perfect ass and–ohhh.” I moaned.
“Keep going.” She urged as she stroked me, one hand curling up and down my shaft as the other played around with the pre-cum on the tip.
“You took off your clothes, wearing a matching set of underwear knowing I’d see it. You dropped to your knees and pulled out my cock.” I continued, closing my eyes to relive the moment as the details faded.
“Did I suck you off like a good little slut?” She asked as she spat on my tool, lathering it up before stroking it with both hands. There’s nothing better than the real thing, but I have to admit that sometimes a sensual, nursing handjob just brings me up to that next level of pleasure. And Elena was a fucking pro. She knew how to stroke, she knew when there was too much friction, she knew just where to touch and for how long.
And yet I had another girl occupying my mind.
“Mmm, yes you were amazing. So fucking sloppy and sexy.” I felt a little bad saying that while imagining Lindsey’s mouth around my cock, guiltily acknowledging that I felt more turned on picturing the brunette.
“Did I blow you just like this?” She suddenly plunged onto me, taking my whole cock in one suck.
“Oh, fuck. Li-like that, yeah. Just like that!”
That was too damn close. I almost called her Lindsey!
As I opened my eyes, I watched Elena meet my gaze as she bobbed up and down. There was something about those big, beautiful green eyes that just drove me wild. The blue of her hair made contact with my thighs for just a moment as she made her way back up. I placed a hand on her head, guiding her as she slobbered on my member.
“Elena, you’re too fucking good!”
“I can feel you throbbing. Let me guess, you didn’t get to cum in your dream?” She questioned rhetorically, adding more spit onto my boner before taking it back into her mouth.
“I’m so, I’m almost-.
“Cum for me, baby.”
I let out a loud groan, not even thinking how late the hour was. My cock, having been edged by Lindsey, let out what felt like buckets full of semen into Elena’s mouth. As it continued spurting, I thrusted up and hit the back of her throat. With my hand still holding Elena’s head, she choked on my dick and cum began leaking out onto her lips. It dripped onto my legs and her breasts, foaming at her mouth. She swallowed as much as she could while I fell into a daze, two blowjobs from two different girls being too much for me to bear. But she wasn’t done.
Elena licked my semi-hard cock clean, making sure to not leave a drop. She stuck out her tongue to show her squeaky-clean mouth, as if proving her devotion and obedience to me. As we made eye contact, she licked up all the cum from my legs as well as her own breasts. She finished off with a kiss on my tip before sitting up.
“I’m sure your family wouldn’t be too happy with the sight of me walking out of your room in the morning.”
“Meh, they know you’re half gay so I’m sure they won’t jump to conclusions.”
“Fuck off!” She laughed, slapping my leg playfully. “Seriously though, I should probably leave before anyone sees me.”
“Well actually, no one’s home right now so you could spend the night.” She hesitated, then pursed her lips.
“As much as I’d love a whole nightful of this, my parents would never let me hang out with you ever again.”
“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll walk you out.” I sat up.
As we put on some clothes and quietly headed downstairs, I remembered that I had undressed Elena in the kitchen. As we made our way there, I was stunned to see none of her clothes remaining where we had left them.
“Uh, where’s my bra? And my shirt?” A sudden shimmer of heat engulfed around me as my heart began to race. I looked all around the counter, a panicked frenzy incurring about my movements.
“You don’t have some pervert brother I don’t know about, do you?” She joked, half-heartedly.
“Nope. Just my parents and sister. But they left for a camping trip and I’m supposed to drive up there tomorrow morning. What the fuck?”
Taking a look around, I noticed my sister’s shoes were still on the carpet in front of our door. Did she not go with my parents?
“Wait, I think my sister may still be here.”
“But why would she take my clothes?”
“Shit. Whatever, I’d rather she see them than my parents. I’ll bring them to you sometime next week?”
“If you wanted to jerk off to my panties, you could’ve just asked.”
I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at that, but nonetheless I assured her I wasn’t the one who took them. As she opened the door to put an end to our tryst, I grabbed Elena by the back of her neck and pulled her in. Her lips met mine as we kissed passionately, our tongues not afraid to get involved. Though I began to wonder at that moment how she may interpret this. As she walked away and the door shut softly, thoughts started racing through my head.
Should I have told her about who I was actually dreaming about? Does she think we’re a couple now? No. No way. She knows I’m not doing that long-term stuff, I made that clear when we talked about my feelings for Lindsey. I was just lying to keep Lindsey’s interest. Elena knew that. But what if I try to go after Lindsey after what happened tonight, would that hurt Elena’s feelings? Or does she want the same thing that I want?
“Have a fun night?”
My heart almost jumped out of my chest.
“Holy fuck! You scared me, Lyla!” I turned around to find my sister at the top of the stairs, wearing a large t-shirt depicting the Red Hot Chili Peppers’ Californication.
“Oh calm down. If anything, you should be apologizing for waking me up at 4 in the morning.”
“Why are you even home?”
“I wanted to spend some time at Jenna’s house. Figured it would’ve worked out anyways because I could go to the campsite tomorrow with you. Though, I didn’t realize I’d be interrupting.” She teased, smiling as she made her way down the staircase.
“So why’d you take her clothes?”
“To fuck with you. What else are sisters for?” She raised her arms in a ‘I don’t know’ motion.
Technically, Lyla wasn’t my sister by blood. We had adopted her when she was 6 and I was 7. Though looking at our family genetics, it wasn’t easy to deduce. Lyla had black, curly hair with brown eyes like mine, but my hair was more wavy than curly. Her face was also naturally beautiful (Hey I’m good looking too, she’s just on another level) and her body, slender. She still worked out every day but she definitely didn’t need to. If I’m being perfectly honest, my sister was quite attractive. I didn’t like to look at her that way but living with a sister can sometimes create awkward situations. From doing her laundry one time I learned she’s a 34DD, and considering she’s always wearing those Lululemon yoga pants I can tell she’s quite curvy from all the time spent at the gym. Not growing up with her really blurred the lines between seeing her as a sister and a friend. Obviously I still consider her my sister but I sometimes find myself looking at her in a way family members shouldn’t.
“Well, I’d like those back if you don’t mind.”
“Yeah, whatever. Also what was that liquid on the counter?”
“What?”
“I don’t know what it was, but I cleaned it anyway.”
Shit! I forgot about how much of a mess we made before coming upstairs.
“Uhhh, juice!”
“We don’t have any juice, do we?”
“Sh-she brought some herself. One of those small bottles. Must’ve split during…um.”
“Yeah okay, no need to give any more details.” She made the sound of a gag while holding her stomach. “Her clothes are on the floor in my room if you wanna grab them.”
“Is she really that innocent?” I thought to myself.
“Okay, thanks. Have a good night.” I began back up the stairs, hoping I was in the clear.
“Yeah, you too.”
As I made my way into her room and grabbed Elena’s clothes, I noticed a book laying on the nightstand by Lyla’s bed. It took me a second to recognize it as her journal.
“Didn’t she stop doing this shit when she entered high school?” I mumbled. I knew it was an ‘invasion of privacy’ or whatever but if she wanted to be secretive about it, she wouldn’t have left it sitting where anyone could grab it. I attempted to listen for her footsteps. Hearing nothing for a couple of seconds, I assumed she was still in the kitchen and proceeded to open her diary to the latest entries.
“Jenna and I shit-talked Amber… that slut needs to control herself…I’m so happy Jenna’s in my classes, I couldn’t have imagined my first sem of university without her…I couldn’t stop myself from listening…it was his fault for not even trying to keep it down.”
Whoa, what’s this about?
“And her screams. They sounded painful but almost euphoric at the same time. They were in sync with the creaking of his bed. Then that liquid started dripping from between my legs. It’s happened a couple of times now, but this time I couldn’t stop myself from rubbing it. It felt so good!”
Holy shit!
“Hey Aly–” I quickly shut the book, turning to look at Lyla as she peered around her door. “Is that my…my um.”
“Didn’t know you still journalled.” I started. “Let’s take a look.”
I hoped I could convince her I hadn’t already read the entries.
“No! That’s private!”
“Whoa, okay fine. No need to get your panties in a twist!” I instantly regretted uttering that saying, as intrusive thoughts of Lyla posing in her underwear cleaved themselves into my mind. A black bra encased her curvy, voluptuous breasts. They briefly bounced as she spun herself around, divulging the back of her matching lacy panties. They left nothing to the imagination, curving into her thighs and up into her breathtakingly plump, bubble butt. She placed a hand on the side of her leg and let it slide downwards as her body followed suit, bending over until her ass was–.
“Hello?”
“What?”
“You can take the clothes and leave now.”
“Oh, right. Thanks.”
“Uh huh.”
“Goodnight.”
“Night.”
Jesus-fucking-Christ.
What is wrong with me? These thoughts are so, so wrong. Right? I mean she’s my sister. Well, technically she isn’t, but she might as well be. But then again, what were those writings in her diary about? Did she actually get off to Elena and I? This is so fucked.
I had a lot of trouble sleeping that night (or at least the rest of it). The next day Lyla and I woke up early to pack, leaving around midday for the camping trip. I tried to keep the conversation as normal as possible, considering the things I now knew about her. Though, she seemed completely normal, as if there were no issues in the world. No one could have looked at her and thought: “Oh she definitely got off to her brother fucking some girl last night.”. What am I even talking about? God, I’m losing my mind.
Regardless, the trip was a great way to get my mind off of things with Elena. Don’t get me wrong, last night was nothing short of incredible but I needed some time to think things over. Luckily the camp was far enough from civilization that any signal we received was nothing short of lackluster, leading to Elena and I not communing much over the weekend. Though as we set up camp and enjoyed our family time in the wilderness, I’d periodically see Lyla’s cleavage as she bent over to pick up some wood, or a face-full of her ass during a stretch after a workout, or when her tits jiggled as she ran back to the tent during a sudden storm (not to mention her nipples beginning to harden in reaction to the wetness). Having lived with her for so long, these weren’t terribly uncommon moments but I’d usually gloss over them as if they didn’t mean anything to me. But now, my brain was finding itself contested between being uncomfortable and turned on.
We made our way back home Sunday evening, and I could barely contain myself regarding the whole ‘Elena situation’. Once we had made it back closer to the city, my phone finally started picking up a signal.
“Hey. I’m assuming you have no signal since you haven’t texted me all weekend. Can you call me when you get back home?”
Oh man.
Once we arrived and unpacked, I locked myself in my room and took a breath to mentally prepare for whatever Elena was about to say. I rang her and she picked up in only a couple of seconds.
“Hey Elena.”
“Hey, how was your camping trip?”
“Not bad, would’ve been better with you.” Fuck, why did I say that?
“Oh, I’m flattered.” I could tell she was smiling on the other side of the phone.
“So, what did..um..what did you wanna talk about?” I asked, acting completely clueless.
“Friday night obviously.”
“Right.”
“Let me guess, you were nothing short of elated to get away from the city.”
“Uh, why would you say that.”
“Because we both know you didn’t want me to confront you about considering us as a couple.”
Hit it right in the fucking nail. That’s what you get when you’re best friends with Elena. Doesn’t ever miss a beat.
“Um, well…yeah, you’re right.”
“I know.”
“So, what’re you thinking?”
“Well to be completely honest, I know how you operate. And I never would’ve let things escalate without considering how it would affect our relationship.”
“What are you saying, exactly?”
“If you wanna be fuck buddies, I’m down.”
“Whoa, seriously?”
“Don’t make me take back my offer.” She laughed.
“Y-yeah, I’d be cool with that.” I was already rock hard.
“Thought you’d say that. Just two conditions.”
“Hit me.”
“One, we don’t tell anybody.”
“Wasn’t planning to anyway.”
“Two, we’re completely exclusive.”
Oh.
“Um, yeah I think that’s fine with me.”
“You sure? I know you were interested in Lindsey.”
“Well…she isn’t as ‘open minded’ as you, and to be honest you’re more attractive than her anyways.” Yeah, that was a lie. Don’t get me wrong. Elena’s one of the most beautiful girls I’ve ever laid my eyes upon, but there’s something about Lindsey that just sways me towards her. Something almost alluring. She enticed me in ways I didn’t think possible.
“Would it bother you if I still wanted to be friends with her?” I asked.
“Not in the slightest.” She assured.
“So what, you’d get jealous if I ended up sharing the two of you?”
“You’re funny.” She said sarcastically. “Well, if we’re gonna be fucking frequently then I’d rather just get on the pill and forget about condoms. No offense but I don’t wanna have to worry about catching something, if you know what I mean.”
“No, I’m picking up what you’re putting down. Exclusive it is.”
On Monday, I picked up Elena and drove her to the train station as always. She wore baggy, black jeans that went down to her white sneakers, along with a black long-sleeve shirt that tightened around her bust. Though she threw on a jean jacket once we got out of the car, so I was the only one who got to see the outline of her full, perky tits. However, things seemed to be a bit different now. Obviously we acted habitually in public but there was a new level of closeness that had erected between us. As if there was an inside joke that only us two were in on.
We sat next to Lindsey and some of her friends during our classes together, though it wasn’t until the 3rd of my four classes that Lindsey and I actually sat beside one another. While reaching down to my left, grabbing my laptop to take notes, I coincidentally ended up facing her with my face close to her torso. The aroma of rose and jasmine flooded my sinuses as I found myself staring at her body (for as long as I could fiddle with my laptop), admiring her snatched waist.
“Hey Aly, can I ask you something?”
“Uh, yeah. Go for it.”
“What part of a person’s personality do you think is the most important?”
“Important?”
“Yeah, like what is the most valuable personality trait a person could have?”
I found myself thinking of Elena. What was the thing about her I valued the most?
“Hmm, probably their empathy.”
“Go on.”
“Well, with empathy usually comes experience. With experience comes wisdom. If someone can empathize with you, it means they understand how you feel. And therefore, they care enough to observe that you’re going through something.”
“Wow.”
“Sorry, I think I went a bit overboard there.” I chuckled nervously, moving some hair away from my eyes.
“No, I really like that answer actually.”
“Yeah?”
“Can I get your number?”
“Whoa, was my answer that good?” I said smoothly, hoping she didn’t notice me grabbing my phone as fast as humanly possible. She let out a laugh.
“Sure, we can say that.” She took my phone and put in her number as I did the same to hers.
“What do you think about comp-sci so far?” Our computer science class was one of two classes we didn’t have together.
“It’s been pretty fun for me as of now, hopefully it stays that way.”
“You think you’re good enough to show someone the ropes?”
“Depends on who that ‘someone’ is.”
She let out a sigh of defeat.
“Will you please teach me how to code?” She requested disconsolately. “I have no idea what an array is, or a matrix, or a ‘logic error’.” She formed air-quotes.
“I think I could spare some time for you.” I said nonchalantly, a sarcasm ring in my voice.
“Oh, how honoured I’d feel to be the recipient of your teachings.”
We shared a laugh and planned a time to meet up later tonight. I would come over to her house a couple of hours after our classes ended. Spending time at school did wonders concerning the thoughts of Lyla, in which I was still struggling to keep perverted thoughts of her out of my head. I I noted that being with Lindsey was definitely the most effective method.
At around 5pm I pulled up at her house. She opened the door wearing a casual outfit: A pair of loose ‘booty’ shorts and an oversized t-shirt with Linkin Park’s Hybrid Theory on the front. Her bust could just be made out under the graphic tee.
“Hey, come on in.” She greeted.
We spent the next three hours discussing various coding topics, but it also gave me more of a chance to get to know her. She loved painting and writing, and loved The Weeknd like I did. She had two siblings who were much younger than herself. She, also resembling my interests, enjoyed working out and ran often. I wasted no time asking her if we could hit the gym together sometime, to which she swiftly agreed.
Not thinking we’d end up chatting for so long, Lindsey had planned to meet her friends for a movie that evening, so we planned to meet up again tomorrow night. I left her house having enjoyed every second of the time we spent.
I didn’t see much of Lindsey the next day, just a couple of waves and smiles, but Elena was with me pretty much the entire time.
“Hey so, a weird thing happened yesterday.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah. Lindsey randomly asked me what part of a person’s personality I valued the most.”
“She did that with me too when we met, she does that with a lot of people actually. Sorry to burst your bubble if you thought you were special.” She laughed.
“Well I’m not sure what to think of it, does she ask just to make conversation?”
“No dumbass! She’s judging your answer to see what type of person you are.”
“Oh.”
“So? What’d you say?”
“Empathy.”
“Hey, that’s actually a good answer.”
“Yeah she thought so too, good enough to ask for my number.” I let out a chuckle as I finished that sentence, but Elena wasn’t quick to join me. Was she depicting Lindsey and I as more than just friends?
“Oh, nice.” She didn’t sound particularly congratulating. “You guys are getting pretty close now, hey?”
“Hey, don’t worry. I haven’t forgotten about our deal. We’re just friends and nothing more.”
“So you guys just exchanged numbers and that’s it?”
“Yup.” I definitely didn’t spend hours at her house and planned to do it again tonight.
“And.” I began. “If it means anything, I was thinking about you when I gave her ‘empathy’ for my answer.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I love that about you.” Finally, something that wasn’t a lie. I didn’t like the way secrets were becoming a norm between the two of us, but I didn’t want to ruin our new relationship while it had just begun. Though, I didn’t want to miss out on what ‘could be’ with Lindsey and I. And besides, that was enough to keep her happy for the time being.
After dropping Elena home, I texted Lindsey.
“Hey, be at yours in an hour?”
“You’re welcome to come now if you’d like. I’m free and no one’s home.”
“I’ll be there as fast as I can.”
“Hey! We’re just studying, remember?” She sent along with a laughing emoji.
“Right, of course. No immoral nor disreputable actions will be taking place.” A salute emoji followed.
She sent a ‘rolling eyes’ emoji.
“The door’s open for when you get here.”
Feelings of rhapsody coursed through my blood on the drive there. There were, of course, impressions of guilt and shame following suit but I had yet to do anything to violate the rules Elena had come up with. But if the opportunity arose, would I?
I walked through the door, finding Lindsey sitting at the dining table waiting for me. She was wearing black casual shorts to go along with her Black Sabbath’s Paranoid t-shirt. As she stood up to greet me, Lindsey took it further with a hug. I wasn’t one to complain but it took me a second to reciprocate, partly stunned. I couldn’t help but push her into me a little harder than necessary, her breasts pressed up against me eliciting a strong ardor of yearning. We took a seat and studied for a couple of hours, taking a great deal of breaks in between to converse.
“Wanna go for a walk?” She asked me. “I always go on Friday nights.”
“Well we’ve gotten a decent amount done today, so yeah let’s do it.”
She took me to a scenic path near her house. Notions of Autumn brisked into the trees, colouring the path with plethoras of red, orange, and yellow. Gentle winds blew as we walked, letting her brown hair drift lightly to the right of her face.
“Your hair.” I started
“What about it?”
“It looks beautiful flowing in the wind.”
Did I just say that?
“Oh, thank you.” She said, almost shyly. I noticed a red flush emancipate from within her cheeks. She then abruptly turned around. The blue of her eyes looking into mine, her iris’, surrounding the black wells of the eye, seemingly enlarging. She then looked down at my lips and quickly back to my eyes, and I immediately knew what she wanted. I placed a hand on her hip, pulling her in close. A slight smile formed at her lips as she began closing her eyes. Our lips met only briefly, taking a second before conjoining once again; This time with a thirst. I placed a hand at her neck, my thumb resting at her chin as she held me by my back. She took the initiative with her tongue, requesting mine to commingle for a dance. I obliged. As we amorously intertwined, the fact loomed around me, becoming conspicuous.
She completed me.
From just the way she kissed me, I could tell. The emotions that stirred deep within our hearts flowed through the saliva we exchanged. This was no longer just a lusting, we truly craved one another. We needed each other.
We made our way back to the house and went into her bedroom. Our haste to the room, relaxed and unhurried. We planted kisses on each other during our saunter, but this was different. This wasn’t just a ‘fuck’. This was love-making.
I placed her down gently onto the bed, our lips reacquainting.
“Take off your shirt.” She pleaded.
“Only if you take off yours.” I joked. But she acceded. Lindsey lifted her arms, staring into my eyes with a submissive gaze. I removed both our tops, but the shock from finding no bra underneath her shirt almost made me fail to notice a wet spot that had formed on my pants, having been pressed against her shorts.
“Someone’s excited.” I teased.
“She’s not the only one.” She shot back slyly. Lindset gripped at my crotch, finding my ever-growing penis. I could only reply through a smile as I found myself back at her lips. As much as I wanted to make out forever, I began trailing down her body with my tongue. I inched from her neck to her shoulder, taking my time with her breasts before continuing to her stomach. I brought my hands to her waistband, taking one last look at her before revealing her cute, blue panties. I let my thumb run across the wet spot in the middle of her underwear, my tongue going lower to her thighs.
“Mmmm.” She let out, letting her hand rest on my head.
I replaced my thumb with a fore-and middle finger, taking slow and thoughtful drags along her panties. I let my tongue lick up any wetness that had strayed from the source before pushing her undergarment to the side, inspecting my prey. Her pussy was coated in a clear, slippery ooze. The scent was practically intoxicating. I couldn’t resist any longer, beginning my feast at the bottom and making my way up.
“Ohhhh, Aly. Yes.” She moaned, taking a rougher grip on my dark, wavy hair.
I let my tongue roam around her clit, going up to her hood whilst circling around her bud. I came to her entrance, spending some time there before coming back to her clit. Forming an ‘oh’ around it, I softly sucked. All the while my fingers got busy, teasing her entrance before my middle finger entered seamlessly. Her hand took a firm pull on the sheets, the other continuing to play with my hair as Lindsey’s whimpers assented. I took a quick intermission, peeling off her panties with my teeth before carrying on the unyielding revels. I slipped in a second finger while taking licks at her clit, listening to her squirms and pants as she neared her edge.
“Oh just like that. Don’t stop. Don’t…stop!”
Her body convulsed as her hole tightened around my fingers. Overwhelming amounts of discharge gathered across my face, a sign of a job well done. She let out a scream of pure felicity, pulling the sheet out from in between her mattress and box spring.
“Holy fuck. No one’s ever eaten me out before. That was incredible.” She sat up and kissed me, paying no mind to the liquid slathered all over my mouth.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.”
“I want to return the favour.”
“You don’t have to–”
“No, I want to.” And with that, she held my gaze while making her way to the outline of my cock. She wasted no time, pulling down my sweats as my boner sprang up. Lindsey took it straight into her mouth, immediately bobbing up and down. She kept it up for a while, letting her hands rest at my thighs. I didn’t want to ruin the moment but this was nothing compared to my dream a couple of days ago. Nothing compared to Elena.
Oh shit. Elena!
Lindsey stared into my eyes as she sucked, her brown hair bouncing as she continued. But my mind was no longer concerned with the present. Guilt washed over me. But not because I had broken one of Elena’s rules. No. The epiphany had fully formed. The shame didn’t stem from the betrayal, it came from the fact that I didn’t care about Elena’s rules. I didn’t care that I was going to fuck Lindsey like I told her I wouldn’t. I didn’t care about her feelings. That’s where my remorse formed. The culpability rooted at the fact that I didn’t have a drop of regret in the face of my debauchery. I didn’t care.
I grabbed Lindsey by the hair and pushed her down onto my dick, forcing her to adhere to me. Chokes and gags echoed around her room, but she didn’t resist. Why?
Because she was like me.
She enjoyed what she shouldn’t. She loved it.
Spit pooled around her mouth, making a mess on her sheets. But she still looked up at me with those obedient eyes, fully in my control. I pushed her down onto the bed, her tits jiggling as she gasped.
“Aly. I need you.”
I made sure to have some condoms on me, not wanting to make the same mistake as last time. I threw it on, my erection sitting at the entrance to her soaking wet pussy.
“But on one condition.”
What was with these girls and their conditions?
“Tell me.”
“I don’t do one night stands. Tonight, after we do this, stay the night. Stay with me. I want to be with you.”
“Like, like date?” I answered dumbfoundedly.
“I know we’ve only known each other for a monthish, but I like you. A lot. We can keep it lowkey, for now.”
Elena told me this would happen. I knew that Lindsey was after something long-term, and now she was offering me exactly what I wanted. Her.
“Okay. I’ll stay with you. Tonight. And tomorrow. And the day after that. I want to be with you too.”
She smiled and kissed me, her hands wrapping around my neck as I pushed my member in.
“Ohhhh, fuck.” She tugged on me. I let out a groan along with her.
I thrusted into her, keeping up a consistent pace as her lips embraced my neck. She bit into me, a relentless passion that only I could subside. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled our ears, along with the wet, sloshy cries of her gushing pussy. She moved her hands to the small of my back, pushing me into her.
“It’s so good. Aly. “You’re so good.” She whined. I looked into her deep, blue eyes. Her mouth lay open, letting out pants of exertion. Her medium sized breasts flew in unison with my thrusts; As did her hair. I had never felt this way before. Not with Elena. Not with either of my exes. No one. I wanted this girl for more than just her body. I wanted her for her.
“Lindsey.”
“Yeah?”
“You’re so fucking gorgeous. All of you. Every single part.” She blushed before kissing me passionately, moaning into my mouth.
“Aly. I want to ride you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
She positioned herself on top of me, her hands holding my wrists as she sat on my throbbing cock.
“Ughhh.” She groaned, taking the full length. She rocked on me, pulling herself back and forth along me as I groped her ass. We made eye contact and she flashed me a smile. She was loving this. I couldn’t help but reciprocate.
I gave her ass a spank before dragging her towards me in rhythm with her riding, fucking her into me.
“Lindsey, fuck. You feel so good.”
“I can feel you pulsating. Gonna cum for me soon?”
“You’re contracting around me. Don’t act like you’re not close too.” I bickered.
She laughed and I joined her, but I could tell her pace was slowing. Was she getting tired?
“Sorry, you’ve had your fun.”
“Wha–OH.”
I grabbed her hips and pushed her onto her back, my cock still within her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, her hands holding my face.
“Fuck.” I groaned. “Your pussy feels amazing.”
“It’s all yours, daddy.”
My thrusts sped up, having heard that.
I pounded into Lindsey, our eyes never failing to lock for even a second.
“When you cum, take off the condom.”
“What?”
“I want to clean you up.”
“Oh.” I’d never deny a good creampie.
“I’m so close. I want to cum together.” She pleaded.
“Oh Lindsey – uhh – cum for me, baby.”
“Aly, I’m cumming!”
Our bodies seemed to synchronize, hitting our climaxes in perfect harmony. As her pussy crescendoed, she thrusted up into me. Her head lay along my shoulder, her teeth scraping against it. We let out moans so loud they deafened the singing of our love-making. We both fell into the bed. She rolled to be on top of me, planting love-pecks as she took off my condom (I was too burned out to even try). She took my cock into her mouth once again, licking off the white, sticky semen that had formed just for her. She took her time, slurping and sucking until I was nice and clean. She looked up at me and smiled before making her way back up, laying on my chest.
I looked down and kissed her forehead, feeling completely infatuated with her at that moment. We slowly drifted to sleep, waking up later that morning. Together.