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Bros

By: cherrychocolate



I hated New Years Eve. It was up there with Valentine's Day. The pressure to have a date, all the romantic stuff, it made me grumpy. And here I was, at a huge show in a big town with a bunch of friends, on New Years Eve, feeling like the loneliest person on the planet. I danced, drank cocktails, tried to lose myself, tried to let the outside world fade into a blur. As I focused back in to where I was, I was greeted by a pair of beautiful eyes looking right at me, attached to a very cute young man, dancing near me. 

I started dancing with more passion, and soon he was touching me lightly, spinning me gently. Suddenly, the night became fun. As the music faded, the floor cleared out, and we were left with each other. Dusty, he said his name was. Lila, I said mine was. I curtseyed and he took me in his arms and twirled me, then dipped me, smooching me right there on the dance floor. We melted together, and then he wanted to get out of there and so did I.

As we hit the freezing night air, we found a spot on the corner to make out, generating enough heat in that one part of our bodies to warm the rest of us. We sucked face, giggling when people shouted at us to get a room. It was on.

Where should we go, he asked. Let's go to my buddy's house, he answered his own question. He took me to a small cottage, feeding me icicles and warm tongue along the way. We slipped inside the house, finding the couch and some sparkling apple juice. We made out like teenagers, his sweet lips tasting like candy. At some point his buddy showed up. He sat down on the couch and lifted my legs onto his lap. Took off my socks, started rubbing my feet and his touch was like lightening straight to my crotch.

I squirmed around, came up for air. Dusty asked me how I was feeling, introduced me to his buddy. We were all doing good. They told me I was beautiful, they liked my sparkly silver pants and silky tank top. Suddenly I wasn't lost in the crowd. I was being man-handled by two cute guys in a cozy house on a wintery, overblown holiday night, which now felt like all of humanity on the brink of magic. Why not?

I wiggled my pelvis and Buddy got it. He slipped a hand under my pants, into my underwear. He began gently fingering me, while my boy sucked on my neck. Sweet Dusty, glad you found me. I reached for his mouth and we kissed deeply, sucking on each others tongues and lips. His hands were under my tank top, on my tits, moving slowly, massaging my neck and earlobes. My full breasts rose up into his palms, asking for more. Buddy found me to be wet and willing. He pushed his finger deep inside, and I opened up my legs for him. He added another finger and moved gently, testing me. I bucked towards him, while I grabbed Dusty's head and kissed him harder. He squeezed my nipples. Damn! These guys are gentle, I was thinking. Such gentlemen, such sweeties. I was warm and slippery, and I knew that this was the perfect moment to fulfill a long time desire. I was ready to be ravaged.

My clothes started slipping off, and I felt mouths on various parts of my body. Oh man that feels good, I said, and they laughed and said they were bros and shared a lot, but never until now a woman. I felt cherished, I had wanted this for so long, but it had never felt right. And now these two cuties were getting me hot and slippery, while being goofy and kind of polite about the whole thing. I let myself fall back onto their eager, trembling bodies, inhaling deeply and stroking whatever fell into my hands.

Soon we were all naked and on the floor. There were rugs and blankets and pillows. My boys laid me down and had their way with me. I felt a mouth between my legs, and another on my nipples. Hands were everywhere. I was rolling from side to side, pushing my pelvis into someone's face and my breasts into someone else's. They took turns tonguing me, one would flick his tongue over my clit, and the other would lick me long and hard. 

I wanted both of them in my mouth at the same time, but I didn't think they were gay for each other, so I had to settle for one at a time. I tapped into my inner porn star and sucked one and then the other. They were both delicious and nicely shaped, I could feel them getting harder in my mouth and I moaned at the thought of being filled. They pushed me down and licked me everywhere, lingering in certain spots and occasionally slapping against each other.

Nobody cared. We were caught up in the exquisite naughtiness of the moment. I had surrendered to the experience, and I was slippery with anticipation. I felt a tongue pressed flat against my clit, moving in rhythm, down towards my hole then up, exploring every fold, tasting every part of me. Then lower down, pushing inside of me. I said yes, please. Give it to me.

I heard a ripping of plastic, which helped me relax even more. That sound told me Yes, it's going to happen, you are going to get pounded. Protection is hot, I was thinking, and then I felt a thick, warm, favorite part of a man enter me, pushing deep, pulling back slowly. I groaned and he was pushing into me again, then rolling us over so that I was on top. He told me to sit on him and I did, taking him in lightly and leaning forward. It was Dusty beneath me, I saw, when I finally opened my eyes, and I fell onto him and kissed him deeply. Now that I was exactly where I wanted to be, I could relax and direct the show.

I pulled back and massaged the tip of his cock with my entire vulva, leaning forward, holding him between my legs. I moved slowly, making sure they both got a good view. I slipped over his balls, then back up his shaft, sinking down. I told them that they were hot, and they said the same to me. Buddy was behind me, with his hands on my hips, pressing lightly, moving me up and down. I felt him biting my ass, slapping it, and then he started licking me down near my crack. He pretended to be hesitant at first, but I could tell that he really wanted to do it, so I leaned forward and lifted my pelvis for him, spreading my knees while sliding softly up and down the shaft of my Dusty. 

All of us said mmm and I was pulling gently on Dusty's hair while Buddy started pulling on mine. He was licking and biting me, squeezing my hips, and I had a moment of wondering if he was sucking Dusty's balls, maybe just a little bit. I giggled and put it out of my mind, surrendering to the slippery, perfect pleasure of the moment. They could bang each other all they wanted, as long as they bang me first.

I heard again the familiar rustle of plastic, and I thanked Buddy for being mindful. He started licking me again, massaging my hips, easing my legs apart. He got me slimy, then entered my ass slowly. Time stood still while he eased into me. I relaxed myself, letting him go deep before I pushed down on Dusty again. I wanted this to be right, to be at my pace. They got it, treated me like a delicate object. I stayed shallow with Dusty for a little while, massaging my clit against his cock while Buddy fucked my ass. I sucked on Dusty's swollen lips, then sat down deeply on the gorgeous cock in front of me, tilting my ass back to fully receive the other one pushing into me from behind. 

Yes, I said, oh my god yes. Please go slow so I don't come too fast. They eased in and out, matching each others rhythm, being gentle while I really wanted them to shove harder. I tried to take my time, feel this moment, fully surrounded, total fulfillment. Buddy was hugging my waist, easing in and out of my ass, while Dusty was pushing himself up and in to me. A victory for womankind, my porn star heart was thinking. I loved them both in that moment.

I moved my body a little bit upright, to shift the angle, and they both groaned. I pushed my tits into Dusty's face and he sucked dutifully. Bite them, I said, and he did. Harder, I said, and he did. Uhhn, I said. I felt a building up of tension inside of me, the point of no return. I pushed down onto his body, sliding my clit up and down his pelvis. I was trying to hold back, my body had been craving this feeling for so long, it was hard not to explode. I felt Buddy going deeper in back, increasing his pace, and I cried out. 

I moaned and lost all control of myself. I became pure primal animal creature, shoving hard and biting whatever came near my mouth. They were both pushing and panting, matching rhythms perfectly and squeezing my flesh. The pleasure intensified, sending waves through my entire body. I can't hold back, I thought. I have to do it. This is what I was made for.

I took a huge breath and shoved my body hard. Now, I told them. I grabbed Dusty's shoulders for leverage. Oh my god right now. I heard them grunt and they both pushed into me hard, right at the moment I let myself go. We all cried out in deep voices, grabbing tight to each other, unable to let go. My clit felt like a volcano and the lava poured into every part of my body, seeping and pulsing through my veins. 

Buddy collapsed on top of me and I hooked my feet over his legs. Buried my face in Dusty's neck. Sucked on his skin, tasted salt on my lips. Felt truly engulfed by delicious sweaty men, my favorite scent. We all breathed deep, taking a few moments to slow the heart rate. I pushed Buddy off of me and he went into the bathroom. I pulled myself off of Dusty. We looked at each other and smiled. I told him that it was great, sumptuous, fantasy fulfilled. He said same here, that I was the perfect woman and he wished I didn't live two states away. I kissed him all over his face, then I reached for my clothes.

The frosty night air felt cool and crystalline on my warm flesh. The fantasy was fun, but there was nothing like the sweet taste of freedom.

Bros Befo'e Hos



Conor: Since when did it become a crime watch football with your buddies? 

Diane: His friends are a bunch of douchebags. Seventeen weeks of regular season. Four weeks of preseason. A month of playoffs. Six months of every year I have to deal with those assholes. I don't know how many times I've hinted, pleaded, whined for them to go elsewhere. I even once suggested they go watch at a strip club just to get them out of my hair. But noooo... it had to be our house every fucking week.

Conor: Look, we have the nicest house. TV room. Seventy inch LED TV. Leather recliners. Got a keg on tap. Why should I have to go to a bar to watch the game? 

Diane: It's the same damn thing every week. They show up early, stay for a game or two. Get drunk as skunks. Beer farts. Chips all over the floor. And Hell, I could deal with all of that, but I just don't have put up with the rest of it. I mean, I know I have big boobs. I've had them since I was thirteen.

Conor: I think Diane sort of likes the attention. She's got that young Courtney Cox thing going on, and who doesn't like the occasional compliment?

Diane: If I wear a t-shirt, I get lines about my "headlights" and questions about whether I'm cold. If I wear a button down shirt, I get asked if the "girls want to come out and play." If I happen to have yoga pants on, they make cameltoe jokes. Jesus. I shouldn't have to wear a fucking burqa in my own house to avoid being harassed.

Conor: Yeah, my buds aren't a bunch of stuck-up snobs like Diane's friends. They're more blue collar, ya know?

Diane: I don't even know where that fucking affectation came from. The four of them grew up in Bethesda, for Christ's sake. Tibor's father was a diplomat or something. Brad is a lawyer. A bad, personal injury lawyer, but still a lawyer. They have no reason to act like dockworkers.

Conor: They're just regular guys. They like to have a good time. Drink some beers, check out the cheerleaders, root for the Ravens. Regular. Fucking. Guys.

Diane: Douchebags. They even look the part. Tibor's this big, moonfaced doofus. I don't think I've ever seen him string more than three words together at a stretch. He just sits there, a blank, vaguely bovine expression on his face. He's a bartender, if you can believe it, though I can't imagine anyone wanting to drink in any bar where he's serving. Brad is a more classic douchebag. Aging frat boy, blue, often-bloodshot eyes, thining blond hair, spreading belly. He still wears polos with a popped collar. He used to be something of a lady's man, I guess, if nailing a bunch of coke-addled sorority skanks counts. Rick is a rat-faced little turd, sort of Bogie without the class, intelligence, or charisma. It's like they're trapped in their teens, but we're all pushing 30. Under different circumstances, I'd think that Conor just hangs out with them so that he shines by comparison, but truth is, I think he actually likes them.

Conor: These guys have been my bros since grade school. Yeah, they're a little rough around the edges, maybe still have some growing up to do. But I was just like them before I met Diane. When you're married, you learn to act the part. They're still working on it. Big. Fucking. Deal.

Diane: The Ravens were the Sunday night game, so even though they'd probably keep me up late with their drunken cheers, at least I figured I'd have most of the day off. So when they showed up for the pre-game show before the early game, I was already in a bad mood. I was going to have to deal with these assholes for the next eleven hours.

Conor: Steelers-Pats were the 1:00pm game. Great games with lots of playoff implications. Of course we were gonna watch that. 

Diane: I was doing housework as usual. I wish I had the time to sit around on my ass all day on Sunday. 

Conor: I work hard. Been doing lots of overtime since Diane got laid off. All I ask is Sundays off during football season.

Diane: Laid-off. What a fucking joke. I'm a teacher. They eliminated a bunch of position in the last budget, and then hired us back at less than half the pay with no benefits as "subs." All the work of being a teacher, without the security, pay, or respect. Still have to get up early every day, get dressed, and sit by the phone waiting for a call that might not come. Great fucking deal. But yeah, Conor is the main breadwinner, even if he hasn't gotten a raise in three years and wasn't really hauling it in even before then.

Conor: All I'm saying is, I'm doing the best I can. She has more free time than I do, and one day a week to myself is hardly over the top.

Diane: So, I'm doing housework, vacuuming, hauling dirty laundry downstairs and folded clothes back upstairs. And those assholes are just busting my chops the whole time. "Hey, baby, since you're up can you bring me a beer?" "Damn Di, no wonder you've got a great ass, going up and down the stairs like that." "Shut that damn vacuum off, the game's on." Pointing to a cheerleader, "I'd like to see you in that outfit." And on and on and on. Just like usual.

Conor: The only reason they do it is because she get so worked up. If she just ignored them...

Diane: The next time I walk by the TV room, Rick yells out, "Damn Di, those things look even bigger than usual today. You on the rag?"

Conor: So, she stomps over to me, and says, "I'm your wife. You're gonna let them talk to me like that?" I mean, fuck, what am I supposed to say? 

Diane: He looks at me and says, "Well, you know what they say, 'bro befo'e hos.'" And of course, his cretinous friends start guffawing and trading high fives. I'm like, fuck this.

Conor: She's always so serious. It was a fucking joke. I tried to tell her, "Oh come on baby, lighten up. Have some fun."

Diane: I'd had it. I hate having to leave my own house to get a little peace, but it was either that or I was gonna cut one of the motherfuckers. So I'm bringing up one last load of laundry when the phone rings. Even though I have a basket in my arms, not one of them makes a move to grab the phone. So I put the basket down, answered the phone and went upstairs to deal with an infuriating call from our credit card company about a disputed charge. I go downstairs, and see the clean clothes from the basket spread out all over the floor, with Conor's buddies pawing through my undies, Rick and Brad each wearing one of my thongs on their heads, and Conor laughing hysterically at my expression.

Conor: It was funny. How could I know she was going to totally fucking lose it?

Diane: I don't know why I did it. I just saw red. And I did the only thing I could think of that would get back at Conor.

Conor: She stands there, hand on hip, smirking, and then says, "Those look a lot better on me."

Diane: I knew I could count on Rick. "Well, you gonna show us, or are you chicken?"

Conor: I thought she was bluffing. And overreacting. "Yeah, baby, show us," I said laughing.

Diane: He still could have stopped it, but instead he decided to keep play to his buddies. So I showed them. I peeled off my jeans and pulled up my t-shirt to show off my ass, dancing around a little to tease the guys.

Conor: I could tell she was embarrassed, but also pretty angry. I was trying to figure out what to say to defuse the situation when Brad chimed in: "So, are you just stripping, or giving out lap dances too?" It was funny. I laughed. 

Diane: That laugh sent me over the edge. Rick was the quickest. He whipped out his wallet and pulled out a twenty and said, "Me first."

Conor: She goes, "Well, I could use the money."

Diane: So I climbed up into his lap, and the room got real quiet all of a sudden. Conor was staring open-mouthed, and Rick's whole body stiffened up, his hands up in the air in a "no harm no foul" posture.

Conor: I was, like, what the fuck? "What the hell are you doing?"

Diane: "I'm lightening up. Having fun. Like you told me to." Can't say it was the most artistic lap dance in the world. I was basically just sitting in his lap grinding my pussy against his jeans. But it definitely worked. I could feel Rick getting hard beneath me, and he was getting red faced and breathing hard. But he was still just sitting there, so I whipped off my t-shirt and pushed my boobs into his face. Well, that got him. Suddenly his hands were all over me, squeezing my ass and mashing my breasts.

Conor: She looks over at me and gives me a saccharine smile. "Okay, I get it. You can stop now," I said.

Diane: Now it was my turn to laugh. Then I looked over and saw Brad rubbing his cock through his jeans. "Don't be shy, baby, whip that bad boy out." Funny how guys seem powerless to refuse a request from a naked woman.

Conor: So now Brad pulls out his cock and Diane goes, "Get it nice and hard for me."

Diane: It was such a cute little thing. Looked like a hairless mouse. I leaned in for a closer look, kneeling on the armrest of Rick's recliner. 

Conor: She's leaning over, her butt in the air, and suddenly Rick buried his face in her ass.

Diane: He may be a rat-faced little turd, but Rick is a hell of a pussy eater. He slid my thong out of the way and just started licking me up and down from behind, all the way from my clit to my asshole, long, slow strokes that made my feet tingle. There is no way to not respond to that. It is just a physiological reaction.

Conor: She started moaning and groaning, and then she reached into Brad's lap and started stroking his cock.

Diane: Rick was eating me out so enthusiastically that I fell off my perch on the armchair. Both he and Brad caught me and lowered me to my knees on the floor between Brad's spread thighs, with my face now in his crotch.

Conor: That was right where he wanted her because Brad grabbed a bunch of her hair and started trying to press his cock into her mouth.

Diane: I wasn't sure I wanted to blow him, so I sort of scooted up and started rubbing my tits on his pecker. But when I did, that gave Rick his opening.

Conor: I was looking at what was going on in Brad's lap, so I didn't even notice Rick moving in until it was too late.

Diane: He grabbed my hips and buried his cock in my pussy. Rick may be a good pussy eater, but he's a lousy fuck. One of those jack-rabbit screws with quick, shallow little strokes. No finesse. He was just trying to get off as fast as he could.

Conor: I couldn't believe what was happening. It was like some sort of weird nightmare. My wife, on her hands and knees, titty-fucking one of my friends and getting boned from behind by the other. And they're laughing and cheering. And then Rick goes, "Eiffle Tower!" and high fives Brad.

Diane: I don't know that Rick lasted much more than thirty seconds before he pulled out and shot a load of warm goo on my lower back.

Conor: I've never seen Tibor move so fast. In a second, he was on the floor shouldering Rick out of the way. Diane threw back her head and gasped, "oh God!"

Diane: I thought maybe Rick had shoved his fist up inside me, but when I looked back I saw that it was Tibor fucking me with the biggest cock I've ever seen.

Conor: T is a big boy.

Diane: No joke, the fucking thing is the size of a 24 oz tallboy. Now, I've never been a size queen or anything, but then again I've never experienced anything like that. He was giving me these long, deep, slow strokes that made my pussy want to sigh with pleasure.

Conor: She's moaning and groaning like a three dollar whore, and then she started deep throating Brad.

Diane: Brad started trying again to get his dick in my mouth, and with Tibor stuffing me like a Thansgiving turkey, I didn't have the will to resist. So I swallowed him whole, which wasn't much of a challenge frankly.

Conor: Rick sidles up to me and goes, "Damn, looks like your wife loves that big dick." Asshole.

Diane: I look up to see Conor shoving Rick and saying, "fuck you shithead." Yeah, it made me smile.

Conor: I was pissed. "Goddamn it, that's enough," I shouted.

Diane: If anything, that encouraged Tibor to fuck me harder, pounding into me from behind and driving me over and over into Brad's lap, which I guess turned him on too because before I knew it he was coming all over my face.

Conor: When T sees Brad pop, he buried his cock all the way and dropped his own load inside her.

Diane: The whole thing took maybe five minutes. But so much for "bros befo'e hos." I mean, those guys didn't even think twice before fucking me ragged when they got the chance.

Conor: Yeah, I kicked them out of the house after that. I mean, shit, Di is a sexy bitch, but you just don't do that to another man's wife even if she is asking for it.

Diane: You don't go back to normal after that. By the time I'd showered Conor had kicked his friends out and gone out drinking by himself. I learned about that when he DUIed himself and I had to bail him out.

Conor: I guess in some ways I'm lucky that it happened. Better to find out she was a whore before we had kids rather than after. Made the divorce a lot easier.

Diane: He wasn't a bad guy. He just never learned how to handle his friends. I saw him out at one point, double dating a couple of bleach-blond, botox sisters with Brad. I'm sure that'll work out well for him.

Conor: Truth is, I got married too young. Being in your early 30s with a job is the best thing in the world. You won't believe the kind of top-shelf pussy I'm pulling down.

Diane: Funny thing, I got a call a few months after the incident. I didn't recognize the voice at first. I mean, he rarely spoke, but it was Tibor saying he wanted to buy me a coffee and apologize.

Conor: Yeah, I'm not surprised that whore ended up with Mr. Big Dick. He just better hope she doesn't happen to find an even bigger one out there. Once a slut, always a slut.

Diane: Turns out, Tibor bartends because it gives him time to write. He's working on a novel, and I've read parts of it, and it is just beautiful. In addition to having the cock of a horse, he has the soul of a poet. It's a little weird starting over, especially given how things started, but we're taking it slow, doing it right. Sometimes things just work out for the best, ya know?



Bros Before Hoes



A/N Complete work of fiction, no girlfriends were betrayed in the making of this story! My first attempt at Literotica. Dipping my toes into the water a little. Hope you enjoy. Any tips and criticism is welcome. We all have to start somewhere.

*****

Lethea took a few moments standing just outside of the door to Apollo's apartment. Her body trembled in fear as she stared at the decorations around his door. She knew that his girlfriend had put it there. This girl, Malia, was the one who did everything.

Apollo was much like Lethea in the sense that they would rather sit around and play videogames then decorate.

She looked down the stairs and second guessed herself again. She knew she should walk to her car and leave. This was the closest she ever got to admitting her feelings to anyone. Let alone her best friend. She was too shy to admit the way she felt and often walked around with her heart very much hidden in a block of ice. Somehow Apollo had broken through that.

He was so kind and gentle with her. He had even flirted a bit with her. He would ruffle her hair and poke her sides in a playful manner. He would sit and listen to her for hours with that thoughtful look over his face. Everytime he was around she felt joy. She felt so goddamned happy, like she would burst. She had put so much trust into him and he kept it away lock and key. Now would be another test.

She knew the answer she wanted. She wanted him to break her heart so that she could go home and have a good cry. With lost hope comes the healing process. It had always been the same for her. Like a man, he was taken, admit her feelings, go home with a broken heart, and heal. With each broken heart her icy heart grew harder but it was how it had to be.

Her resolve hardened and she knocked on the door twice. Oh god.. what had she done. Just as she turned to leave the door opened and there he stood. He cracked a little half smile that made her insides turn into goo.

His black hair had grown long now. It was shaggy and would have covered his eyes if he hadn't been wearing his black rimmed glasses. His lanky body was covered in the normal baggy jeans and slightly too big shirt. He looked very comfortable.

"Hey!"

How could one person give off so much joy in one word? It made Lethea smile even though she knew what was coming next. Her baby blue eyes locked with his dark brown eyes and he reached for a hug. She took a step back and held her arms together. His face twisted a little in concern.

"Come on in." he spoke walking into his apartment before taking seat on his couch.

"The furniture is new. Last time I was here, I had to sit on the floor." Lethea observed moving to close the door. She locked the top lock. A common practice or the door would swing open due to the crazy wind in Oklahoma, "Looks like the old set my parents had." she spoke softly moving to sit on the sofa to the side. As far away from him as possible.

"That's cuz' I bought it from them." he teased before putting his laptop into his lap, "What did you need to talk about?" he asked pushing his glasses back up his nose with a finger. Lethea laughed softly and he stuck his tongue out. She moved to set her own small rims higher on her nose.

"So I am just going to jump into it. I am going to tell a story and you are going to sit silently over there until I am done." she spoke in a serious tone.

Apollo's face turned serious as he put his laptop down, "Are you okay, you are acting different. Did I do something wrong?"

Lethea tapped her lips with her fingers twice and smiles gently. Apollo sat back and crossed his legs watching her with concern.

"So, there is a girl who met a boy. She fell in love with this boy but this boy had a girlfriend... Apollo, I can't do this anymore." tears began to well in Lethea's eyes and her voice shook a little, "Everytime I see her with you it breaks my heart. I know we are close and I know that you love her. It kills me just how much you talk about her. You are so kind and sweet. You make me so happy and you don't even try. The few times I have been mad with you all you did was listen to me and held me when I was done... This.." she moved her hands between him and her, "This right here can't happen no matter how much I want it too. What I want you to do right now... Is going to be very hard. I am going to need you to break my heart so that I can move on."

Apollo's fingers were interlaced at his chest and he was looking at his bouncing knee. Lethea watched him for every movement bracing herself for the attack.

"I am not going to hurt you."

Lethea tilted her head in question. She was confused. Normally when she asked the guy would gratefully crush her. Showing her how stupid she really was for liking them in the first place. Let alone falling in love. She should have known he would try and be gentle. It was his nature after all.

"I love Malia and am going to marry her." his voice was firm and Lethea nodded. This was it...

"I am not going to lie I like you. You are my type. If me and Malia were not together, who knows."

"No, Apollo you can't. You can't say things like that."

Apollo held his hand up, "I didn't interrupt." his voice was so soft Lethea couldn't tell if he was scolding her or not.

He moved to sit next to Lethea and put his arm around her shoulder. He comforted her gently, "It will all be ok.."

Lethea looked up and had caught Apollo off guard in a kiss. It was so wrong. She wanted to shrink back as soon as it had happened but he was holding her there. His lips were moving with hers. In all honesty it would have been perfect if their damn glasses weren't in the way.

His lips were so warm and inviting. Not once did he try and stick his tongue into her mouth. They moved to remove their glasses before resuming their embrace.

This time the kiss went a little deeper. Lethea grew in confidence and opened her mouth a little in invitation. She worried a little. She was a smoker and he was not. Would he say something?

Her fear disappeared as he began to explore her mouth a little. They broke the kiss for a moment to breath, "Apollo.."

He sat up straight and his eyes opened. He reached up and smoothed his hair down. His eyes bore into hers, "I am going to marry Malia." he spoke with a waver to his voice.

"I know." Lethea spoke and leaned forward catching his lips again. She had never wanted to be 'that girl' before. The girl who ruined a relationship, but right at the moment she gave little to no fucks.

She had grown in confidence and grabbed at his shirt this time pulling him to her in desire. His long arms wrapped around her and pulled her to sit on his lap as he lost himself in the kiss. They grew heated their breathing quickened. This time she started to explore his mouth. He had reached up and pulled on her tongue ring with his own tongue. She opened her eyes wide. The motion was so goddamned erotic.

His hands moved to her hips and he picked her up gently to uncross his legs laying them out straight. In turn she moved to straddle him. She felt him harden against her legs. Feeling a bit devious she moved her hips back and forth so slowly it was agonizing for herself. He gasped a little and she took his bottom lip between her teeth and bit gently. His hands began to roam her back. She took one of his hands and moved it under her shirt.

His eyes opened and he looked directly into her eyes.

"I.. I am going... to marry... M..."

Lethea placed a finger to Apollo's lips, "Right here... right now... it's just you and me. Remember when she cheated on you? Twice?" Lethea nuzzled at his neck. She felt his body stiffen. Her heart speed up in fear. Did she say the wrong thing?

"This stays between us." Even now Apollo fought to keep his voice calm and without a single waver.

"Bros before hoes." Lethea said sweetly before kissing on his neck with a smile. Well she wasn't just a 'bro' anymore it seemed.

This time when she moved his hand under her shirt he moved to cup her large breasts eagerly. Lethea pulls her lips back from her teeth and nipped at the skin on his neck a little. He shivered a little in response. She loved the control she had at the moment. Anywhere else she was a docile little kitten. This was her territory. She could get off on watching the other person reach their peak. She absolutely craved the look on their face when SHE brought them there.

Apollo seemed content at the moment. He was not pushing for anything more so Lethea took the next step. She pulled at the edges of his shirt and pulled it completely off. He didn't even fight her for a second. She returned to his lips feeling down his front. For such a lanky man he had a bit of muscle. She reached back and pulled on the single small braid that he wore. He grinned at her before leaning forward and biting her neck.

Her head lulled back and her eyes opened wide. Her bottom jaw just fell. He had found the one spot.

She pushed him back hard and kissed him so hard she could feel his teeth. Apollo responded eagerly before pulling her shirt off to expose her front. Normally she was a shy girl but not right now. Finally Apollo moved to unbutton her jeans. Lethea took her cue and stood up removing her jeans and undergarments. She suddenly felt exposed and a little shy. She moved her arms in an attempt to cover herself. Maybe this was a bad idea.

"Oh no, You are not backing out now." Apollo growled in an uncharacteristic way. Lethea shivered as he stood to tower over her. She could see every bit of his indian blood in his body. The lanky yet strong build. The tan skin and his trademark single black braid down his back.

He reached forward and moved a single finger across her slit. She had never had a single man touch her that way. Her one night stands were in and out. Nothing like this. She leaned her head on his naked shoulder feeling his muscles flex as he reached down to lift her leg and continue to coat his fingers in her juices.

Without warning he stick a single finger into her while massaging her clit with his thumb. Oh God did it feel so good. This person's hand paying attention to her most intimate places. She quivered with each stroke. She started mewling softly surprising herself. She didn't think she was a noise maker. Then again no one had paid this much attention to HER.

He moved a second finger into her and curled them making her grab onto him tightly. Once again she let out a soft moan. Her auburn hair was starting to fall out of it's bun and into her face. He curled them again and she bit his shoulder in response. She felt his body move from his chuckling. He curled them a third time never once stopping his massage on her clit. She lost it.

The leg he had lifted she curled around him and pulled close as she held on tightly. She felt like she was floating and falling at the same time. She had orgasmed before but this was different. Someone else bringing your body to that point was so amazing. Apollo tightened his grip onto her.

"Don't fall." he whispered into her ear removing his fingers.

His chuckle was so erotic. It was so different from his laugh. So deep and personal. Lethea watched Apollo take off his pants a boxers letting his erection spring free. It was so hard she wondered if it hurt. Lethea moved to get on her knees but Apollo grabbed her shoulders.

"I don't think so." His voice was so deep and strong. His voice alone had Lethea completely enthralled. He moved to sit on the sofa again spreading his legs. Lethea allowed him to move her into position. Straddling him with their most intimate parts just inches from the other. He moved her chin so that she was looking at him.

"I want to see your face."

He pushed her hips gently so that the head of his erection met her entrance. He held her tightly as she tried to move down on her own. His lips moved into a wicked smile as he slowly pushed her onto him. Lethea's eyes rolled into the back of her head. The moment she dreamed of was right here and it was so much better in person.

The loud slap of their hips meeting forced both of them to look down. His erection was fully in her. Their bodies fully connected. Apollo thrust his hips up forcing Lethea to jump up and down his shaft. They both groaned in unison.

"I didn't know sex could feel like this." Lethea whimpered as he thrust his hips again. Apollo's wicked grin returned.

He grabbed her hips and held her in place sliding a bit out before setting a tiring pace. He was hitting all the right spots at all the right times. Lethea's face contorted with pleasure as her moans rang out across the apartment. He enjoied her face. Her eyes closed and mouth open. Her enjoying every second. He grunted a few times and felt his release coming. Apollo held back as much as he could. He wanted to watch her face this time. He wanted to see her orgasm.

He held her tightly with one hand before moving the other to her engorged clit. He rubbed the small bud with the palm of his thumb in time with his thrusts. It didn't take long before he could feel her tightening. Her head came forward as she let out a scream muffled by biting her bottom lip. Her eyes looked directly into his. He watched her pupils go crazy and the flush on her face turn into a glow. He grabbed her hips and slammed her down one last time emptying everything he had inside of her. Rope after rope of his seed splashed her insides leaving both of them feeling warm and satisfied.

They both sat together on the sofa feeling the juices flow from Lethea onto Apollo and fall onto the leather.

Lethea started to giggle, "You made a mess."

As Lethea returned to her apartment her roommate Stella walked out of her room. She looked over her friend with worry, "How'd it go. You were gone a while." Lethea gave a soft smile and shrugged.

"We just talked. We will make it through. After all we are bros for life. I am just one of the guys."

Stella smiled softly and returned to her room. Lethea stole into the bathroom putting her purse on the counter and pulling out a plan-b box. She tore it open and swallowed the pill before starting a shower. As she stripped she smiled at the sore feeling between her legs and the white crusted to the inside of her thighs and her underwear.

As she stepped into the shower her phone buzzed with a text from Apollo.

"Bros before Hoes."