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Closer

By: juleshugs



As I ascend the steps to your apartment, I glance at your window noticing the lights are already off. I don’t want to wake you but you told me to come over, so I continue. 

As I reach to ring the bell, I see that the outside door is slightly ajar. I step inside, latching the lock silently behind me and slowly slip into your apartment. 

I turn the corner and gaze upon your sleeping form in the comfortable bed. Your arms stretched above your head, eyelashes fluttering in your dreamy slumber, chest exposed and a thin sliver of your hip peeking from beneath the sheets inform me of your nakedness. I already feel the heat rising within me, the wanting and yearning, but I brush it aside, once again taking into consideration that you are already sleeping.

I realize then, listening to your even, slow, repetitive breathing, that I am exhausted,as well, from my long day. Speeding around a restaurant, swishing my hips from side to side for the sheer purpose of milking a tip larger than two dollars off of an old perverted man has worn me down. 

As quietly as possible, I undress before you, half wishing you will awake and pull me into the bed with you. Still turned on from the sight of your naked body, I begin to play with myself. Gently caressing my full breasts and slowly lowering my hand to flick my fingers of my clit. My breathing quickly becomes ragged and I moan as I feel my stomach muscles begin to tighten and my toes begin to tingle. However, my presence still does not disturb you. 

I finish undressing quickly and once again decide to brush my feelings of horniness aside. Though I am wet and ready to be ravaged by your large hands and beautiful body, I know all I really need to feel at this very moment is the warmth of your body next to mine. 

Once my body is exposed to the night air, I move toward the bed and climb in next to you, watching your face the entire time. I notice a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth and am almost convinced I have woken you. But, as I settle in next to you, fitting perfectly between your thighs and your chin, directly against your warm, naked flesh, I realize you are still sound asleep. 

When you feel the warmth of my body next to you, your arm slowly creeps across my hips and instinctively comes to rest at the exact point where my breasts end and my belly begins. Now mumbling in your dreamworld, you move your head close to mine and begin to nuzzle my neck. In the warmth of your arms, I quickly drift off to sleep.

I awaken several hours later to you gently pulling me onto my back, and as you pull your head up from kissing my forehead, I find your beautiful, sleepy-eyed, smiling face above mine. I return your warm smile and kiss you passionately on the lips. Our tongues meet in unison and begin twirling around one another, involved in a unique dance that only we can perform.

Quickly, you pull the covers over your head and begin to attack me, tickling me and arousing me all at once. You begin to run your beautiful hands up and down the length of my body, caressing every curve, clawing my thighs and massaging my breasts, biting and licking and sucking your way from my nipples to my neck and down again, biting my ribs and so on until I cry out in ecstasy. I cannot do anything but tangle my hands in your long wavy hair, grip your back as you quickly enter me in one hard thrust. 

Savoring this moment, you exhale slowly and pause just long enough for a passionate, lustful kiss, before you hungrily devour me. You bite my neck, ears, my lower lip, as you thrust rapidly in and out of me, breathing in every scent and aroma the mixture of our bodies produce. 

I encourage you and tell you how wonderful you feel inside me, filling me up to completion. I tell you I love you and you return the vow. I feed hungrily off the sounds that escape your mouth, the words of encouragement and the moans of pure ecstasy driving me closer and closer, harder, faster. I wrap my legs around you and match your rhythm as our sighs and moans escape simultaneously. 

Closer and closer, until at last with one final thrust, my hands gripping your arms tightly, your face pressed against my shoulder, both slick with each others sweat, we climax. 

Earth-shattering, breath-taking orgasm.

Finally, after a few moments, you move down my body, sensuously licking sweat from my stomach and chest while blowing gently across my damp skin, cooling my naked flesh, and causing goose bumps to cover my body. 

You crawl up next to me, put your arms around me and kiss me. We lay in your cozy bed, whispering to one another until we fall asleep once again.

Closer



The date had been made. On one of my last nights in Colorado, the three of us were going to have a quiet night out. Just a movie, a quick dinner, and maybe take in some sights or have some drinks at a quiet bar. As simple as it should have been, I still took extra special care getting ready, for my hosts, were two of the most stunning women I have ever been in the company of. 

After a long hot shower, I got ready to leave, dressed casually in a pair of jeans, a dark dress shirt, and shoes. My hair raised up with gel, soul patch neatly trimmed, and garnered with Davidoff's freshest cologne. Pleased with my appearance, I grab my wallet, cell phone, and head towards the lobby to meet my dates for the evening.

I step out of the elevator and into the spacious lobby waiting area to await my ride. Taking a seat, I proceed to check my messages on my phone while I wait, noticing I had a missed call while I was in the shower. As I listen in partial disbelief, it was Kaylee, and I feared the night had been called off. 

She begins to apologize for what she is about to do, that she had to cancel this evening due to a family matter, and at this point I am ready to stand and head back to my room, when a bright spot shines through. She tells me that although she is unable to make it and that her girlfriend Ashley still wanted to go, so she would be picking me up and accompanying me to the movies, my date for the night.

I had meet Ashley briefly on a previous night but have heard a great deal about her prior to tonight, a stunning blonde beauty, whose relationship to Kaylee was more than just a friend. She seemed very bubbly, and very easy to get along with so I had no issues with going with just her, and if anyone else was going to host me here, both I and Kaylee prefer it to be her. I hang up the phone feeling a little let down, but nonetheless planned to make the most of this evening. And what I saw next, set my nerves at ease a great deal.

The front door open and through them walks a vision of absolute heaven. If I had died, this woman would meet me at the gates of heaven. Her blonde hair flowed, and fluttered to rest on her shoulders as the doors shut behind her. Clad in a black skirt, and a black cashmere sweater, both doing an excellent job highlighting her assets, she scanned the room, and a smile breaks her full, rosy lips as her eyes meet mine. 

I stand to walk to her, smiling myself as I go, not recalling that she looked this good as she did at this very moment. We hug our hellos and as we walk to her car parked outside she explains to me why Kaylee couldn't be with us tonight, and that she'd try her best to meet up with us afterward. She smiles as she watches me climb into her passenger seat, as she assures me we'll have a great time, and with a wink, she shuts the door.

The ride to the theatre was short, and at the same time seemed shorter. We spent the ride getting to know one another, exchanging details about one another, our likes, dislikes, and various other snippets of personalities. She also seemed amused at me ability to make a joke out of just about anything, I was just glad I could ease both of our nerves by making her laugh. 

As we pull into the parking structure of the theatre and park the car, Ashley turns to me and placing a hand on my thigh, she smiles and says "I knew we'd have a great time, and it's starting already." As I recover from the shivers sent through my from her touch, we exit the car and make our way to the ticket counter.

"Closer." Ash says, taking me by surprise as she grabs me by the arm and stands closer to me, staring at the movie listings. 

"Yes, you are." I reply with a wry grin. She giggles and slaps my arm as she explains that its Julia Roberts' new movie that is what she wants to watch. I smile back and agree as I walk to the window to buy our tickets. As we walk in, her arm wrapped in mine once again, she tells me she is going to head to the restroom first and that I should go buy us snacks and a drink. I head toward the concession and plan to meet her by the front door of the theatre. 

As I stand at the door waiting with popcorn and 2 small beverages in hand, I wished the sodas in the cups was liquor, for I would have swigged them down in a flash as my eyes fell back on Ashley as she sauntered towards me. For some reason, she looked even better in the warm lighting of the theatres, and I almost cursed the fact that we'd be in darkness for the next 2 hours. She takes a drink from my hand, and I shudder as I watch her take the straw between her lusciously glowing lips. I shake it off and we make our way to the seats.

For a Thursday night the theatre was surprisingly empty. We stood at the top of the room and tried to decide which of the hundreds of seats we were going to sit in. Ash stares at something in the back corner of the room for a little while before turning to me and flashes me an innocent child like look. "Over there looks perfect" she says as she heads for the darkened back corner of the theatre. 

I turn back and look curiously at her choice of seats, then back to the ever appropriate middle of the theatre, then shrug it off and follow her to the corner. My eyes drift down the form fitting view of her firm behind swaying as she walked to the seat. I jump as she turned her head back to me to smile, obviously catching me blushing at getting caught looking, an almost wicked grin forming across her lips as she walks around the corner most seat and sits down, patting the seat next to her inviting me next to her. 

I sit, trying to forget about my stolen glances, and as if trying to console me, Ash pats my thigh softly, smiling when I turn to look at her. "This is going to be fun." She whispers, an almost mischievous tone to her sultry voice.

As we wait for the film to begin we make small talk, an almost flirting ambiance in our words. A few minutes of this goes on before things took a turn for the interesting. As the lights dim, and the screen glows to life, Ash leans over to me and whispers, "I don't know, there's something about a dark, empty room like this that's just so, erotic." 

A chill runs through my body as I turn to look at her, her face glowing in the flickering white of the screen, her body now shadowed in a soft glow, highlighting her curves nicely in a dull white light. Her face turned down, and her hazel eyes turned upwards to me with a cute, yet hunger filled gaze staring straight through me. I smile back at her and nod in agreement. She folds her legs up onto the chair and under her as she leans into my seat, her head almost resting on my shoulder as the film glows to a start before us. The movie was not the only thing that was about to get underway.

After about fifteen minutes into the film, Ashley comments about how incredibly sexy Natalie Portman is in this film. I agree. And that Clive Owen is also quite the eye candy, this for which I have no real comment. We are two of perhaps ten people in this expansive theatre, so our whispers are no doubt going unheard, the nearest couple being at least twenty or so rows in front of us, near the center where I wanted to sit, but what was about to happen next, would forever make me thank god I did not talk her into sitting in the center.

Out of nowhere, oblivious to the movie or our surroundings, Ash leans over closer; her hand reaching for what I thought was the popcorn in my lap. Her hand however missed the bucket by a few inches, and lands on my thigh, almost where my leg meets my waist. I stiffen a bit in my seat and try to think nothing of it. But then, her face leans in closer as well, not resting on my shoulder like before, but hovering over my shoulder, her nose brushing against my neck, her lips just grazing it. 

I want to look at her, to see the look in her eyes that has possessed her to do this. Possessing her to run her hand closer to my crotch, possessing her to snake her tongue out, lightly dragging up my neck, over my jaw, then to my ear. Her tongue slides into my ear, a soft sigh from her tickles my senses before being muffled by the tongue sliding in and around my ear. I shiver in my seat, body trembling, shifting at the sensation of stiffening within my jeans. Ash realizes this, as her hand is now under the popcorn bucket, resting firmly on my swelling crotch.

Her hand massages me softly, fingers working their way around the bulge in my denim slowly. My eyes close in dreamy disbelief as her other hand slithers across my shoulders pulling me slightly closer to her. She ceases fondling my erection to remove the popcorn from my lap and place it in the aisle next to her. 

In a flash her hand resumes it spot on my crotch, this time higher up, searching for the button on my waist to undo. Something in my head snaps me from my delirious arousal, and my hand catches hers just as she pops my button free. "I'm not sure about this Ash, I mean Kaylee...." I whisper.

"Don't worry. She knows". Ashley replies.

You begin to explain to me how Kaylee knows about your plans for this evening, and in fact, how she almost suggested it. You continue to explain how you yourself had not intended to go through with Kaylee's proposal of seduction, but that when we got together, something changed inside, and you decided to go through with it after all. The moment, the mood, the venue, and most importantly, the company just had a profound effect on you. Bewildered, my hand slowly releases yours, and the seduction proceeds to continue. 

Oblivious to the picture playing now, my head rocks back and leans against the headrest, eyes shutting loosely as I feel your hand make certain my button is undone. Slowly your hand snakes down and slides my zipper south. Your other hand roams freely over my shirt, over the curve of my heaving chest, then down joining your other hand in removing my jeans. Your hands slide under my ass to guide me up off the seat. 

I look around and make sure that no one is watching, but as the theatre is hardly full, even the closest couple could not detect our antics. My neck presses into the back of the seat as my hips rise up slightly off the seat, allowing you to slide off your chair, and slide my jeans off my legs. You toss them hastily on the seat to my left, lift the armrest separating our bodies, climb up onto your chair so you are sitting on your knees. 

I turn my head to look at you, your body glowing and flickering in the movie's light, as I watch your body lean forward, one arm wrapping behind my body, and the other leading your head slowly to my crotch. 

I watch in awe as your head hovers above my crotch, your fingers wrapped around the base of my swelling shaft. Your head moves into block my view with a sea of blonde hair, falling neatly to the sides of your head, the ends barely grazing my skin, sending tingles through my body in waves. 

Your head turns up, gazing at me through streams of golden hair as you toss your head and fling your hair in a flash over the opposite side of your head. You look up at me, eyes ablaze with a sensual hunger, face shrouded in shadow, visible only in flashes of light from the distant screen, as you explain to me how its been a while since you've done this, and to bare with you. I discover in a second that bearing with you will not be an issue. 

Your head turns back down, letting your hair fall to the sides of your head again. I cannot see what you're doing, but there is no need, for the sensations tell the entire story. Your mouth opens wide, your hand massaging the base of my cock delicately, working the foreskin up and down slowly as your lips meet my head. 

Your lips remain open around the head as your tongue swirls circles around the tip, caressing both my head, and your lips simultaneously. I let out an audible groan, and have to look around again to see if I caught anyone's attention with it. I did not. I look back down at you beginning to work your magic, oblivious to my verbal outburst you continue on. 

Your hand working up and down the topside of my shaft while your extended tongue slithers up and down the underneath. Up and down you lick me as if savoring a Popsicle of desired flavor, quenching an erotic thirst long unfulfilled. 

Back up your head traverses, mouth opening at the peak to take me inside you at last. I feel my cock being engulfed in warmth as your mouth devours me, inch by inch, until I feel your lips come to rest at the base of my cock. Another groan is let out. I shift in my seat, easing myself yet deeper into your mouth. 

Your lips purse around me, I can feel your tongue press into my cock as your mouth begins to move, upwards, suckling at my head, then back down, repeating this motion yet again, and again. My breathing quickens, I rest a hand on your head, trying desperately to clear your hair so that I may get a glimpse of your mouth in action. 

Just then your mouth goes into overdrive, bobbing up and down on me faster, fiercer, your hand stroking the length of my cock as your lips trail it. Your mouth releases me with a gasp of breath, and your hand jerks me off, working your saliva into my pulsing flesh. 

You let out a sweet sigh as your face turns to me with look of pure lust. Your hand continuing to stroke me, fingers clasping around my shaft as your hand rolls up over my head, my body shudders. Down your hand slides, releasing my cock as it sways in the cool theatre air as your fingers curl around my balls, kneading my sac through them, massaging and tickling me all the same. 

The arm you have behind me pulls my body towards you, closer. Your head drifts up and meets mine, our foreheads pressed together as your tongue snakes out and slithers over my lips. My mouth opens, and our first kiss sends sparks flying. Our tongues dance, swirling and mixing within as I feel the chairs start to vibrate. As my hands slide down your back I can feel the movement coming from your hips, grinding against yourself on your knees. 

Our kiss, which seemed to last for hours finally breaks and your head lowers once again to resume your oral stylings on my cock. Your mouth wetter now after our tongue dance, your mouth slips easily over my thick shaft. Deep in I go once again, feeling saliva drip down all sides of my cock. 

Your mouth strokes me again with tight lips, your hand twisting upwards over my skin with each release of your lips. My cock throbs, swells, pulsing in the grip of your lips as you continue to fuck me orally. I slide my hand back down your back, feeling the small of your back arch as my hand passes over it. I claw at your ass, my nails snagging the sheer material of your skirt, dragging it upwards with each pull of my nails. 

Inch by Inch your skirt slides up over the curves of your ass, slowly revealing the milky white mounds of your cheeks, glowing faintly in the dim light. No panties, just like your lover. I smile wryly as my hand glides over your skin, watching your ass muscles tense as my nails graze over your silky flesh. 

Muffled moans from your mouth sends tingling vibrations through my shaft as my hand slides down your thigh, fingers working my way between your legs. Two fingers slither between your legs, up closer to your exposed pussy. You sense the proximity of my fingers to you as you raise your ass up into the air, one leg falling off the chair onto the ground. 

Your legs spread now, one on, one off the theatre chair, and my fingers inching dangerously close to your slit. As my fingers meet your lips, a soft muffled moan fills my ear, my eyes scan the theatre once more to assess our secrecy, no one watches. My attention back to your pussy, watching your hips gyrate slightly as my fingers mimic a walking motion over your lips, parting them, revealing your immense wetness to me. 

As I continue to fondle your lips, the pace of your mouth quickens, head bobbing up and down on my cock furiously now, soft sighs with each release quickly give way to audible sighs and moans. My fingers twiddling your lips faster, one eases its way into your sopping hole, the other sliding over your lips, finding your clit swelling. 

As I finger fuck you with one digit, and play with your throbbing clit with the other, your mouth breaks its grasp on my cock to let out sweet moans of delight. I look down at your pleasure laden face as you moan in ecstasy, your eyes glassy and upturned to me as you stroke me off, mouth agape, seeping moan after moan as we pleasure each other with skilled hands. You stroke me fast and hard for a few more seconds, before letting me go reluctantly. You straighten yourself up on the seat, my fingers dripping with your sex, being pulled out of you as you sit up straight. 

You take my hand in yours, guiding my drenched fingers to my lips. Your hand guides my digits over my lips, my mouth opening slightly to let you guide them in, the sweet fragrance of your nectars intoxicate my senses, getting me high with hunger, desire as I suck the sweet juices from my fingers.

I look to you as you withdraw my fingers from my mouth and release my hand. "Sweet?" you ask, as I nod in agreement.

My hand strokes my still erect cock as I gaze at you knelt on the seats. Should someone have turned to face the back, they would have caught a delectable view of you removing your top, the soft black sweater being tossed aside, and the soft white glow of your body illuminated in the flicker of the screen. They would have had a perfect view of your hands running up your body, your hands gently cupping your tits together, fingers rolling your erect nipples softly, squeezing both breasts together. 

Had they been looking they would have been disappointed to watch your body sink from view onto your back onto the seats, one leg draped over the backrests, one down on the floor. And had they been looking, they would have been very envious of me sliding off my seat to the floor, my body poised nicely between your legs.

You beckon me between your spread legs with a crook of a finger, hungry, lust filled eyes, and a run of your tongue over your full lips. My head rests against your inner thigh as my tongue slithers out to slide over your milky skin. Your head rocks as my head glides over to the other thigh, drifting a soft warm breath over your already heated sex, and then planting soft kisses on the other thigh. 

I look up at you laid out on the red velvet chairs, my head hovering above your pussy, eyes darting back and forth from the beauty of your face, emblazoned with a look of pure lust, and the sweet prize before my face. One more glance to your face as my head lowers down, just before my lips meet yours, I catch your whisper, "Kaylee said your tongue is amazing. Show me."

My lips press into yours, the sweet taste of you tantalizing my senses almost immediately. My tongue slides up your lips, the tip easing its way between your lips, parting them, exposing a glistening wet hole, pulsing with desire before my very eyes. Soft sighs hint at my ears as my mouth covers this hole, my tongue sliding inside slowly, swirling around inside you, then back out repeating this pattern faster and faster. 

Your hips begin to gyrate against my face, urging my tongue deeper inside you. My hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to me, caressing you, following the motions of your hips. Your soft sighs quickly give way to audible gasps and cries, moans of pure pleasure as my tongue fills you, my lips brushing rhythmically over your clit, and my hands gliding up over your laid out body, over your breasts, heaving, soft milky white globes, yearning for the touch of my hands on them. 

Your back begins to arch, lifting your pussy up to meet my mouth now. My tongue lapping at you like a thirsty dog at water. The flat of my tongue sliding up, pressing into your slit, up over your clit, then back down. Trails of saliva drips down your slit, swiftly I dive in and lap it up, only to let it leak from my mouth back down onto your pussy. I hear you whisper the word "finger", the word quickly dissolving into more sighs and heavy breaths. 




Closer



I oblige, trailing a solitary finger over your lips, up and down that slit, getting wetter with each pass, up over and around your throbbing clit, then back to prod at your hole. A yelp seems to echo through the theatre as I slide that finger into you, all the way in in a single push, to my knuckle, buried inside you. You hold your breath, yet seem to gasp for air as my finger rests inside you, twisting slowly, curling within you to feel your walls throb around my digit. 

Then it starts to move.

In and out my finger probes you, my wrist twisting it and driving it into you with abandon. Your hips rock up into the air, fucking my hand back in an erotic rhythm. My other hand comes to rest on your belly, easing your ass back down to the seat, and holding you there. I raise my head up so that you may get a glimpse of the look on my face. A look that tells you to be ready, because it's about to begin. 

I dive my head back down, my mouth open and covering your pussy. Swiftly I flick my wrist back and forth, fucking my finger into your tight hole with slippery ease. Wiggling my hand violently and probing your pussy deeper, my tongue now slithers out, swirling wet circles around your swollen nub. Your body arches, my hand can do little to hold you down. My eyes drift up to you to see your reaction, your head turned to its side, mouth agape as if wanting to scream into the back of the seat. Then your eyes meet mine, and the look of ecstasy on your face drives me on.

Faster now I fuck you with my hand, and yet faster my tongue flutters over your clit. Pressing the flat of it into you, lapping at it, massaging it, fueling your desire to its fullest. My hand a blur now, fucking this pussy with wild abandon, my tongue out, dripping saliva onto your throbbing clit, flooding it, then swiping back out to lick it all up. 

Your body begins to shudder as my tongue flutters and swirls over your clit in a fury. Your hand slaps against my head as your fingers wrap in my short hair, gripping and pulling as your body trembles out of control. My finger switches places with my tongue to fondle your clit; my tongue dives in to invade your pussy just as your orgasm washes over your body.

Wave after trembling wave your body shudders, a steady flow of your nectars fills my mouth, coating my tongue with sweet ecstasy as it laps at you, drinking you all up, and taking you down. Your pussy trembles before my mouth, I look down to it to watch your hole pulse out yet another small wave of juices, I lick that up as well. 

Slowly your convulsions quiet down, your body trembling to a slight shake, and moving only to the rhythm of your heated breaths. Had you been loud? Were your screams only loud to me? Or did they alert the entire room? I lift myself up, wiping my chin with my fingers and licking my lips. Head spinning with pleasure as I look around the room to see that no one was watching. 

 Your hand takes mine and leads my dripping fingers to your mouth. I turn my head to watch you happily lick your juices off of my fingers, sucking hungrily like little cocks, trying to appease your lust. I smile as you pull me down to meet my mouth in another heated kiss.

We kiss for a moment, and then gaze at one another, giggling quietly as we realized just how torrid this whole act is. Just then, as I am about to get up and sit back on my seat, our row is interrupted by a bright light. The door to the theatre opened, and a young girl makes her way down the aisle, her head turning side to side as she strolls down. Had she seen our naked bodies, one atop the other, lazily laid out on the seats in our private corner? 

You thought you saw her look our way, but nonetheless, she walked to near the front and disappeared into the sea of empty chairs. I then am able to get back up, my sweat laden body peeling from yours, and sit on my chair once again. You follow me soon after, sitting on my lap, straddling me, your hips grinding slow circles into my still erect cock. You stop my hand as it reaches for my shirt, leaning into my body, your breasts pressing into my chest, nipples grazing each other's. 

Slowly your tongue snakes out and encircles my ear. You feel me twitch beneath you. "We're not done yet. I want the whole package." You whisper in a naughty purr. 

Your nails rake down my chest as your raise your hips up off of me. Your feet planted firmly at my sides as you reach down with one hand, take my cock in your grasp once more, and play with it around the hole of your sopping pussy. You draw circles over your lips with my head, your juices the ink. You press your head into my chest as you guide my head to your opening, grinding your hips against my throbbing cock, sliding your lips up the length of me, coating me in dripping sex. 

Back up you go, my head prodding once again at the tight little opening, your hips start to gyrate as I feel my head slide in. Your head thrashes back as I slide inside, your hips rocking, working me into you inch by inch. I groan as you tightly accept my full length inside you. Softly your thighs come to rest on mine, my cock resting deep inside you now, as your head rest on my chest and your breathing starts to slow.

Then as if possessed by an intrinsic hunger, your hips start to grind in me, gyrating in circles, swirling my cock inside you brushing against your walls, feeling your muscles grip me and massage me with each complete circle. Your control astounds me as I start to grind my hips back up into, but as I do, your weight bears down on me, telling me that you want control over this, I smile at you in agreement, and I see an approving smile through your lock covered face. 

I watch in submissive delight as your body glows with a soft white outline, the rest of you shrouded in shadow as you move slowly up and down me, rocking slowly on me as if to a song within your imagination, your head rolling back and forth as you savor the feeling of the first cock inside you in six years. 

Our breathing quickens as your pace does so also, faster now you start to grind, your hands braced atop my shoulders as you start to bounce on me, my cock sliding in and out of you easier now. My own hands are gripping your hips, guiding your body as you rise and fall on me, impaling yourself on my cock over and over again. Your heavy breathing turns to soft sighs and moans. I look past your bouncing body to see if anyone notices. 

 No one does. I return my gaze to the sight of your body bouncing faster now on me, my cock being milked harder, faster by your pussy. Your forehead rests against mine as you continue to ride me, slamming your pussy down onto me as you start to talk to me. Telling me how good my cock really does feel, how you're glad I was the first after so long, and how bad you want to make me cum. I can do nothing but nod in agreement as I gaze into your deep lust filled eyes, and manage to let out a grunt.


My hands slither up your body, taking your sweet breasts in my grasp. Slowly I knead them together as I watch in delight at your body riding me, your head rolling back and forth as my fingers roll your pert nipples between thumb and forefinger. Your hands run up your sides and into your hair as my head leans in to take a nipple between my lips. Nibbling, suckling softly like a baby at feeding I devour your nipple, lathering it up wet with saliva, then sucking it all off clean, causing your body to react by bouncing faster, harder. 

 I alternate breasts, and please the other just as good as the first, suckling and biting with a hunger fueled by your desire for pleasure. As I release my oral grasp of your breasts I sit back to watch your body glow in the light, the soft illumination blurring the motion of you atop me, in a dreamlike state, images flashing behind you, your body bouncing on mine, I pull you tightly to me, holding your body to mine, your head pressed into my shoulder, just as a couple makes its way up the aisle, past us, and through the door. 

The door opens and light spills into our row, had they turned their heads, our naked bodies, one atop the other would have been in plain view. But they didn't. Second close call. Forgetting about them almost instantly, you resume riding my cock, switching from a slow, erotic grinding pace, to a frantic, wild abandon pace in a minutes time, your moans filling my ears, arms wrapped tightly around my neck as you ride me desperately, filling your hungry pussy with my cock, a feeling unfulfilled in years. 


Your head leans into me, I feel your teeth sink into my shoulder softly, muffled whimpers bounce off my flesh as your teeth clamp down harder into my skin, I wince briefly as the pain quickly dissipates into bliss as your grinding slows, and your pussy begins to spasm on my cock. A pulsing sensation as warmth and a flood of wetness washes over me. You are coming.

Your body begins to shiver, shuddering violently as your riding rhythm is broken into short spasms of uncontrolled jolts. Your head shakes as my hands do little to control your movements. I can feel your pussy spasm still, your muffled moans open up to soft cries, and heaving breaths of passion. My cock throbs inside you as your orgasm finally begins to fade, your body begins to slow, and your breathing maintains a regular rhythm. 

 I run my hands over your back, up your head, cradling it in my shoulder gently. Almost simultaneously our thoughts drift to Kaylee, thanking her dearly in our thoughts for allowing us both this pleasure. Our heads lift, and greet each other with a sly grin. We both look around, marveling at the fact that not one patron has discovered our escapade of lust. Boldly you stand, my hand in yours walking around to the back of the seats. 

You stand now behind me, bent over the back of the chair, my hand in yours, as you whisper in my ear, "Come here stud, it's almost over." 

I don't know if you mean the movie or our moment of ecstasy, but I stand, not caring already who sees us and who doesn't. I walk behind the seats and position myself up against you, leaning down my chest pressed to your back as it arches up against me. My tongue slides out and caresses the nape of your neck, down your back, then back up over your shoulders. Your head turns back to look at me with a hungry, passionate look of desire burning in your eyes. 

"From behind, put it in me." your lips mouth to me. 

I place my hands under you, wrapping loosely around your belly as my other hand guides my cock to your pussy once more. Slowly I slide my cock back into your pussy, your legs sliding apart as I enter you. My hands run up and down your back as I feel my cock throb inside you. This isn't going to last long as this excitement has been building all night long, and I have been toying with eruption for some time now. 

The excitement if standing naked in the back of the dimly lit theatre, a nude blonde beauty bent over before me, my cock pummeling away at her pussy, and the fact that anyone can see us at anytime sends my mind into overload. My hips start to fuck you fast, deep, pushing your body into the back of the seat in a rhythmic fuck.

Your pussy tight in this position, coating my cock in your love juices, and aiding in penetration, I continue to fuck your pussy hard. Over and over, faster and faster my hips buck into you, the soft slapping sound of my flesh against yours muffled by the sound of the ongoing movie. 

You do your best to look back to watch my body ram into yours over again, but the force of each thrust sends waves of pleasure through you, your head drops back down to stifle your screams into the seat. Deeper each thrust goes, my cock burying itself in the heated depths of your body. Grunts and groans, sighs and moans, now become part of the soundtrack as my pace quickens, faster and faster ramming my cock into you. 

Your back arches, arms extended as my arms wrap around you, hands gliding up the front of your body up over your tits. I roll your nipples as your head kicks back and your mouth drops open. You want to let out a deafening scream of ecstasy as your next climax washes over you. You hold back. Taking my hand in your and leading it to your mouth, my fingers enter your mouth as your lips clamp down around it, a stifled cry vibrates my digits as your body begins to shudder that familiar feel of you coming. 

Your body begins to buck wildly, my own body trying desperately to maintain my rhythm, my hands grip your ass as it shakes before me, soft yelps escaping your lips and reverberating into the spacious theatre. I thought I saw a head turn. But I did not care; my goal was to keep you on high. 

As your orgasm continues, your body still shaking, your pussy still contracting, my hands knead into your ass cheeks, savoring the last feeling of your climax on my cock, my hands meets your cheeks with a resounding slap. Your body reacts with a jump; a soft whisper of "yesss" meets my ears. Once more my hand meets your other cheek, another whisper, and a final twitch of your pussy on my cock. Your body flies up, turning around swiftly as your mouth meets mine, your body pressed to me. 

We kiss heatedly, tongue lashing about at one another, bodies upright and grinding against each other in plain view of everyone in front of us. Swiftly you drop to your knees, your hands trailing down my body, over my chest, then wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer, pulling my cock closer to your lips. 

You open wide once more, grip the base of my cock with one hand, the other hand digging into my ass cheeks. You jerk my cock furiously, your lips wrapped around my shaft just above your grip, both fucking me in a frantic bobbing motion. Slurping and sucking, saliva falling from my cock, your lips, onto your tits. Like an animal you devour me, my knees become weak. 

I can feel my cum boiling over in my sac, my sac which now rests in your sensual hands, cradling, caressing me. You suck me off harder, releasing my cock with an audible smack as your hand continues on stroking me. You look up to me with hungry eyes, almost begging me to quench your thirst. 

I look down at you; your body glistening, beautiful blonde vixen knelt before me, begging me to give her what she desires. My hips start to move, fucking your hand, your mouth in a quick rhythm. I'm so close. Your mouth covers me one last time, burying myself deep into your throat, your moans sending erotic vibrations through my already tingling cock, and then you release me. 

You lean back against the back of the chair, eyes fixed on me, darting only between my face and my cock. A cock which has never left your grasp since you fell to your knees before me. Fast, hard, relentless is how you stroke me, a look of determination across your face, your mouth open, mouthing obscenities, pleas, and erotic noises, urging me on. The world has fallen silent. I can hear nothing but the heated breaths and grunts from my mouth. I watch as the world slows down, my hips seem to buck in a slow motion blur as it happens. 

Your mouth opens wide, your hand working me frantically as my cock spasms violently in your grasp. My hips convulse as I know I grunted loud. The first wave of my orgasm splashes hard against your chin, your tongue searching for the first taste of me, just as the second spurt falls across your lips. You growl hungrily as your tongue washes it off your face, as pulses and throbs, spitting drop after drop of my cum onto your heaving breasts. 

Your hand finally releases me and my grip takes over, massaging myself, milking out the rest of my huge climax onto your tits. Your hand slide over your cum drenched breasts, rubbing it into your milky white flesh, lifting one breast at a time to your lips, your tongue snaking out to lap up whatever it can reach. What it can't reach is wiped up by a solitary digit, and suckled sweetly into your mouth. I watch you devour my gift as time seems to catch up with itself, sounds can be heard, and the audio of the movie as it comes to an end. 

As the credits for the film begin to roll, I thought I could hear soft applause coming from the front of the theatre, for us of for the film I do not know. I sink to my knees and sit on the floor beside you. You snuggle up next to me and run your hands up and down my arms. "Incredible." You say.

"As are you." I answer, reaching over the seat for our clothes just as the house lights brighten up slightly and soft footsteps can be heard making their way up the aisle towards us. 

We remain still, covered hastily in our garments, but really dressed still only in perspiration and the afterglow of intense sex. As the last person makes her way out the door, she seemed to turn her head in our direction, passing a sexy sly grin our way just as she disappears through the door. We'll never know if she knew or not. 

We stand and get dressed hastily, fix our hair, and make our way through the exit, passing the entering cleaning crew as we leave. We giggle to each other as our public escapade comes to an end. 

"Let's hurry, catch Kaylee as she comes home." You say to me with a wicked grin upon your face. 

"Yes, lets." I answer as we hurry to your car, ready to share our experience with her, and perhaps start a new one.



Closer



"Get over here, Mikey, get your hot little butt over here--" He flings me down onto the bed and our lips collide. 

My Trent, my Daddy, my lover. 

We've been drinking tonight, which is illegal for me, but we don't care. We're in love. And he still has a bottle of whiskey in one sexy hand. 

It hovers above my face. "Open your mouth," he commands, frenzied by alcohol. I obey. The liquor splashes into my mouth, burns my throat as I swallow, fueling my lust. My clothes are torn from my body, thrown aside. Daddy strips down too. 

My Daddy is a man. He's made of muscle, made of power. Virile. Commanding. I'm a boy. Young, fragile, thin. You can count each of my ribs, and my shoulders and hips ejaculate awkwardly. I hope that someday I grow up to be as big and strong as my Daddy is. He says I will. 

I lie on the bed, naked, my hard cock dripping and bobbing up for my Daddy's touch. Instead, he takes out a bag of blow, cracks it open and begins to spoon it out on the tip of a razor blade. 

"Sit still, little boy blue," he says, beginning to form thin, delicate lines of coke on my body. Along a few of my ribs, balanced on my hipbones, along my sternum. It's a game of sitting very, very still. I make it a contest, to test myself: If I love my Daddy, (which I do) I won't be able to move a muscle. 

"What a good boy."

His rolled-up bill begins to lift the drugs from my skin, and it tickles, but I don't dare squirm away. His lips curl into the sexy sneer that always forms when he's getting high, puckering to kiss my body between each hit. With the disappearance of each line into Daddy's chiseled nose, my cock throbs more persistently. My Daddy is getting high off of me.

I haven't moved a muscle. 

He looks up into my eyes, wearing an expression of wild lust. The cocaine finished, he flips me over onto my stomach. There are so many kinky little things we want to do to each other. But right now, we have to fuck. It's a requirement.

And now, things are really beginning to heat up. 

I feel him shove his hard member between my ass cheeks and begin to hump against me. The light in his eyes separating human from animal has gone out. He grunts and moans like a beast in heat. 

He's got the bottle again, drizzling whiskey down my back in cold torrents. It eases the friction between us. Daddy spreads my ass cheeks with his big hands and the liquor cools me there. I purse my butthole at him, teasing. I'm cute. He knows he can't resist.

Like a ravenous animal, my Daddy tongues at my asshole. Lapping at the whiskey mixed with sweat, fucking me with his tongue. I shove my ass back onto his face and grind against him.

"You want Daddy?" he asks. 

"Yes!" I'm powerless. 

"You want Daddy's cock, right in here?"

"Yes!"

He pulls away. I whimper because I know what's coming. Looking over my shoulder, I see him positioning his leaking cockhead at my opening, feel him center himself and begin to push on the impossibly tight ring of muscle. 

I relax, try to open up for him. And my Daddy's cockhead pops inside. He pushes straight in to the hilt, I feel his corona sawing past my prostate. My rectum bloats around his fat instrument. It hurts, but I don't care. Maybe I scream, maybe I don't, who knows. Who cares? My Daddy is inside me.

My cock jerks and jumps beneath me as it's pushed into the bed, spitting precum. I arch my back and moan, high-pitched. Daddy grips my hipbones and begins to fuck me. His thick cock slips down my passage, and I feel momentarily empty, until he rams back up into me and I am full of my Daddy again. Deliciously full of my Daddy. 

We fall into a primal rhythm, in and out. Like animals, without precision. His huge testicles swing between our legs, slapping against mine. I'm bucking wildly on his steel cock, fucking myself blind on Daddy's rod. The noises he's making are those of a man lost in the throes of indescribable, animalistic pleasure. My heart swells with love, as my Daddy has found indescribable pleasure between my legs. 

He pulls out in a frenzy, panting, pours liquor down my back, between our legs, into my yawning hole, then resumes his relentless fucking. The wet sounds of lovemaking fill my ringing ears, and the musky smell of sex mixes deliciously with the sharp, clear sting of spilled alcohol. My head spins. 

I'm screaming like a virgin. Squealing out incoherent pleas for more, more, more; promises to be a good boy if Daddy just keeps fucking me. Harder, Daddy. Faster, Daddy. More. More. MORE. 

I can't take it anymore. "C- ah, cumming!" I gasp. My back arches as ropes of my love for Daddy shoot out between my stomach and the sheets. My orgasm is short, but powerful. Daddy doesn't stop. He doesn't miss a beat. What a stud my father is.

But even he can't last forever. As my cock begins to soften, I feel his thrusts beginning to change. Daddy's approaching his orgasm. I tighten my muscles around him, cry his name out in a primal scream, beg for his sperm. And as my reward for being such a good little trick, he gives me what I want. 

With a backbreaking thrust, Daddy's cock explodes with torrents of his rich, hot seed. His arms hold me perfectly still, and his teeth sink into my bony shoulder. Spurt after spurt of steaming jism shoots from his testicles, out of the very cock from which I sprang, nineteen years previous. Millions of little brothers swim frantically, seeking out what they will never find inside me. The sheer volume of his orgasm is massive; I regard it as a testament to how much he loves me.

My Daddy is a stallion, breeding his bucking colt. 

When the shock of our orgasms subsides, his softening cock slithers out of my ass and he collapses on the bed beside me. One arm is thrown over my body, his fingers seek out a lock of hair to play with as he looks into my eyes. 

Daddy's tired. He wants to fuck again, but he needs to rest first. I crawl over closer to him, and our lips meet as I roll him over onto his back. Our world tilts, swimming in alcohol. 

A trail of kisses down Daddy's hairy chest and stomach leads me to his softening member, drooping into that studly, slightly-swollen, post-orgasmic state I love so much. I take his shaft in my hand; so big and thick and rubbery that it tries to flop away again, but I don't let it. It takes two hands. I squeeze, pulling my grip up and down. He's not getting hard again anytime soon, I have time to play. The head goes straight to my mouth, where I lick around his pisshole, occasionally sticking the tip of my tongue inside the tiny lips, flicking it in and out like a lizard tongue. I don't mean to arouse him; this is all for me. I work his foreskin down past his cockhead, marveling at all of this extra material he didn't let me keep, and dig out drying cum with my fingertip. I nibble gently at his 'skin, sucking it in between my teeth and caressing it with my tongue. 

Sensing Daddy's gaze, I look up. Propped on an elbow and looking at his boy with a bemused, loving expression he asks, "Why do you always do that?"

I shrug, continue my little ritual of cock-worship. 

Daddy sighs, lays back down. He loves me, but will never understand me. 

"I am so drunk right now."

"I know you are, Daddy."

"And fucking high..."

"I know, Daddy. I love you."

He murmurs something that resembles, "I love you too, Michael."

I kiss his cockhead affectionately, then lay his penis down on his thigh and kiss my way down to his balls. I tease them with my tongue, playing with this excess skin too, sucking each perfect testicle into my mouth individually. I like to get one testicle and just let it rest on my tongue. 

Pretty soon, I'm playing with his foreskin again. That's my favorite. Only now, I've waited too long, and Daddy's hard again.

"Come back over here so I can fuck your sweet ass."

"I wanna be on top."

"You can do whatever you want, I just need to cum."

He grabs me under the armpits and lifts me away from his hardening member. I straddle his hips, my neglected, mostly-soft cock dragging along his stomach. Daddy grasps it and starts to tug me back to life. Taking his cock in my hand again, I point it like a missile towards my butthole, smearing it with precum.

I don't stand on ceremony this time. I lower myself down all the way on the first stroke, ignoring the searing pain of entry, burying Daddy's cock to the hilt. 

Ignore the pain. Fuck. Be a man. Fuck him.

So I ignore the pain. I fuck him. Hard, fast, sexy, I roll my hips back and forth along his cock, every once in a while hitting that perfect spot in my own ass, that glowing nut of prostate. 

We scream. Spit flies from our lips, sweat flies from our bodies. With one hand on my hip and the other still squeezing my cock, Daddy takes control of the fuck, driving me up and down at his pace, pistoning into me with his iron prong. I lean down without breaking the stride and bite at his nipples, pull on them with my fingers. I take handfulls of his chest hair to cling to while he drills me, digging my nails into his pecs and raking them down. 

Both hands occupied, Daddy commands, "Kiss me."

I kiss him. 

This fuck lasts much longer. The alcohol has given us porn star stamina, and the pressure builds, it seems, ad infinitum. But like all amazing fucks, it has to come to an end. If fathers and sons could fuck each other till the trumpets of Judgment Day sound, we would, and nothing would ever get done in the world. 

This last orgasm is simultaneous. Our eyes lock, bodies clench, and we cry out in harmony. Reflections of one another, spanning a generation. His angry cock jerks in my ass, lasering jet after jet of sperm-rich semen into my hungry cunt. It passes from his body to mine, like a wave, as my cock sends one, two, three, four, five strands of jism cascading down onto Daddy's heaving chest. For an instant, our souls intertwine, and father and son are one again. 

We're slow in recovering from this one. We revel in the afterglow for a long time, breathing together, heartbeats matching. 

"Daddy, I love you," I pant. A little boy, yearning for his father's recognition. It's unnecessary, but something I have to do. He pitches me off of him sideways and, giggling, I crash onto the bed. 

"I love you too, little boy blue. But hey, Michael, look-" He points to his chest, "Look what you did."

Glowing, I complete the order before it's even issued, and lap up all my drying cum from his bulging pecs. Daddy's bossy, but I'm obsequious. It balances out. 

Its time for us to sleep, now. Exhausted, I nestle into his chest, enveloped in his warmth. Daddy's arms snake around my thin form and hug me to him. We're touching in absolutely every way possible. 

"Shit, boy, we're gonna have hangovers from hell tomorrow morning," he sighs in my ear. His breath is fluttery, I can hear the sleep in his words. 

"You only get a hangover if you stop drinking..." I turn my head and whisper. 

A quiet laugh rumbles in his chest, his breath tickles my ear. "Yeah, in your dreams, kid. I think we've had quite enough for one..."

His words evanesce into soft snores. 

Unsatisfied, I draw this out. "I love you, Trent." 

A monosyllabic moan.

I'll take it. I'm not picky. 

Now we're done. There's a rightness to this. We sigh, drawing breath in unison, and slip into a much-needed slumber. 



Closer and Closer



"So, Laura," Aria said. "I saw you reading porn earlier today."

Laura barely glanced up from her phone as her face began to tinge with red. She made a noncommittal hum.

Her and Aria's boyfriends were in the room as well. They had the TV on, playing some sitcom Laura wasn't really paying attention to. 

She was playing a tower defense game on her phone. Her mostly bare legs were curled up under her on the couch. She became intensely aware of how little her shorts and red tank top covered her. She wasn't even wearing a bra right now because they were on vacation in a cabin and were currently waiting for the others of their group to arrive.

They all weren't wearing much as they were in Texas during summer. Aria was dressed much in the same way as Laura, only with a blue tank top and her sneakers were still on. Her brunette hair was held up in a high ponytail and her striking face was free of makeup.

The two guys were in t-shirts and basketball shorts, neither with their hair styled in any way. Logan, Aria's boyfriend, still had mused hair from the wind, but Nathan's managed to maintain flat neat, hair. They were both of similar coloring, though Logan's hair was darker and his grew in with bits of red.

Laura wiggled her legs deeper under her. She glanced around the room. Plain end tables sat next to the three person floral pink couch and between two matching arm chairs. The guys had each taken an arm chair and the girls were on the couch. A TV stood against one wall. A hall led to the kitchen, two bedrooms, and a staircase that went up to three more bedrooms.

Logan looked hesitantly between the two girls and Nathan was trying not to look hopeful. He'd wanted a threesome - or more - for a while.

"I read a bit of it." Aria continued. "You were reading about a threesome."

Laura had been. It was a story she'd found online and had been immediately taken by it.

After a moment Laura said. "Yeah, I read my porn. For some reason watching it makes me uncomfortable."

"Have y'all had a threesome?" Aria asked.

"Almost," Nathan answered. "The other girl backed out at the last minute."

"At the last minute?" Aria asked, miming fucking with her fingers.

"Yes," Laura said in a moment of revelation. "Nathan almost had her pants off."

"Would you really have sex with another girl?" Aria asked.

Laura let out a sigh and raised her head from her phone. She still didn't meet anyone's eyes. "I've thought about it. My first sexual fantasy was about another girl."

"Yeah? Who?"

"Just a TV actress. No one I actually know."

"Have you ever imagined someone you do know?"

Laura paused again. She pressed her lips together and glanced up to meet Aria's eyes as her face lit up scarlet.

"Me?" Aria exclaimed. "You've thought about me?"

"You imagined having sex with my girlfriend?" Logan asked.

Laura didn't say anything. Nathan raised one eyebrow, but was silent, too. Laughter came awkwardly from the TV. Laura pressed the next game button on her phone.

"Can't blame you." Logan said finally. "She's sexy as hell."

Laura looked up as the invaders swarmed her castle. Logan still looked awkward, but he usually talked so much he had difficulty restraining himself.

"You ever think about other guys?" Aria asked.

"No," Laura answered, immediately this time. "Never as someone I actually know. Not even an actor." She avoided looking back to Logan. It was partially true. She'd never fully imagined the act during sex or masturbation as she had with other girls.

"I've never imagined being with another girl, but lately I've been wondering." Aria said.

Laura met Aria's gaze head-on, the first time since Aria had brought up sex. They'd rarely talked about it in front of the guys of their group and never in specific terms.

Aria's eyes ran over Laura's body, her petite breasts, slim waist, and wide hips, for her body anyway. In contrast, Aria had d-cups and a wider, but no less curving body. Laura had found Aria attractive from the moment she met her. She'd only fully imagined having sex with Aria once and that was with the guys there, too.

In her mind, Aria had been eating Laura out, while being fucked from behind by Logan and Laura's mouth was being fucked by Nathan. Hands roamed everywhere in their passions. Technically that wasn't imagining having sex with another guy. The only man who was inside Laura was her boyfriend. That was imagining having sex with her boyfriend and another woman while she had sex with her boyfriend. Laura never let her mind move onto different positions. Had Aria imagined just another woman or maybe more partners than just two? Laura didn't say anything.

"I know find me sexy. You might not think Logan is, but he might not mind of it's just us two."

"Um," Laura started.

"We don't have to do anything now." Aria said.

As the pressure started to ease, Laura's embarrassment did as well. Unconsciously she leaned into Aria, just a little. "Um, it is something that has crossed my mind, with you." She started talking as if the guys weren't there. "Nathan, I know he doesn't mind me thinking about other girls and I know he likes the idea of group sex, but I don't know about other guys."

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to." Nathan said.

Laura continued even though now she was fully conscious of Logan knowing her intimate secrets. Even as he was in the kitchen, she knew he could hear her every word. The walls were rather thin in this house. "We usually have a fair bit of kinks, but I don't think I'd need them to be as excited if it were with someone new."

The guys were silent.

Seemingly without her telling it to, Laura's hand reached out and caressed Aria's face.

"I heard it can take you a while to cum and I wonder if as another girl, I could do it better."

Aria's grin widened even as she said. "I just take a while to cum, but maybe.Maybe Logan could learn a trick or two, though."

"I think we all could learn something from each other," Nathan said gently, intently watching both girls.

"The others will be here soon," Logan said looking awkward.

"No, they won't." Laura said softly, not meeting his eyes. "I just got a text. They won't be here until much later tonight."

"In that case, we won't have to wait on them to eat. Aria and I can go pick up some food."

"Later," Aria mouthed in an exaggerated motion as she got up to go with Logan. He didn't seem like he noticed.

Nathan moved to join Laura on the couch and the two of them sat in silence for a few minutes, just holding each other. Laura fingered the necklace Nathan had given her and put the pendant to her lips.

"We probably wouldn't have time to have sex before they get back, would we?" She asked.

"No, not unless we wanted a quicky and I don't think that will satisfy you. Not right now." Nathan said, his brown eyes sparkling.

"No, but it could take the edge off." Laura said as she took off her tank top. Her petite breasts jiggled slightly and she put her arms up above her head as if her wrists were tied. She knew Nathan couldn't resist her.

Their lips met and her hands shot to his head, fingers running through his hair as he probed her mouth with his tongue and she moved to straddle him. Laura thrust against Nathan's hard penis and let her hands drift to his chest and shoulders. She stopped kissing him only long enough to take off his shirt. They stood together and used their hands and feet to push their shorts off.

"Right here?" Nathan asked, his lips still on Laura's mouth.

"Yes, here," Laura panted. She pulled back just enough to give Nathan a wicked grin. She always had more courage when other people weren't actually there.

Laura pushed Nathan back on the couch. She didn't actually have the strength to make him sit down, but he did so for her. The moment she straddled him again his penis slipped into her. Laura lingered for just a moment, holding Nathan still with the look in her eyes and a hand on his chest. She pressed her body closer, relishing the feeling of Nathan's penis against her cervix, the feeling of her breasts against his chest, one of her arms around his shoulders and his hands on her

hips.

Nathan couldn't take it any longer. He thrust in and out of her, moving her body as much as his own. Laura found his rhythm and moved with him, as much as she could. The two locked eyes, each beginning to moan their pleasure. Laura buried her head in Nathan's throat, biting down in his flesh. He moaned anew. His movements became frantic. Laura's cries even muffled by Nathan's skin rang throughout the house. 

She pulled on his hair, raked her fingers down his back. Her pleasure built as they moved together, as the whole of her body pressed against his. There was no physical feeling in the world she loved more than this man's skin, just the right amount of softness and roughness. Laura pulled back again to look into his eyes. She could feel her orgasm begin to heighten and by his moans his must have been coming closer, too.

"Oh, Nathan," Laura cried. "Damn, you're good."

Nathan stood, still holding Laura to him and turned around. He lowered Laura back onto the couch. Now he straddled her. Laura massaged her own breast while rolling and pinching one of Nathan's nipples in her fingers. They kissed, tasting of sweat.

"Laura, Laura." Nathan came right as he said her name.

Laura rolled her hips against Nathan's throbbing cock as her orgasm peaked. She continued even after Nathan softened and his muscles relaxed. She loved riding through an orgasm even if Nathan had already come. He sat down next to her, pulled her against him and cradled her head against his chest.

"Now, that was lovely," Laura said. "Short, but lovely." She'd only gotten to cum once, but it was enough for now.

"We should get dressed."

"I guess." Laura said.

Logan walked in the front door first just as Laura was putting her shirt back on. It wasn't the first time he'd seen her breasts. They'd all been friends too long and too adventurous for him not to at least glimpse them. Skinny dipping had taken care of that. It had been dark and Laura had gotten her towel quickly, but she knew she'd been fully visible for at least a few seconds.

"Y'all couldn't have done it in the bedroom," Logan asked, jerking his head to the side. "At least the smell of grease might overcome the smell of sex."

"At least someone has gotten some already." Aria said.

Logan informed them. "We just got cheese burgers and fries and cokes."

They ate in relative silence. The conversation that did exist managed to remain away from sex, mostly.

The kitchen was relatively small for a house with so many bedrooms. There were two downstairs and three upstairs. The kitchen had a sliding glass door and the wall it was in was almost entirely made of glass. The counters were colored in yellow and the cabinets were a light brown, and the fridge, microwave, and dishwasher were all black. The table was a reddish brown and could seat eight. It made the room seem even smaller than it actually was. The chairs were a similar color with an orange floral pattern on their cushions.

"What do y'all want to do until they get here?" Logan asked as he finished the last of his fries.

"There's all kinds of stuff we could do." Aria said.

Logan glared at her.

"What? I didn't mean sex stuff, but now that you mention it..." Her eyes twinkled.

"I brought some board games," Nathan said to save Logan.

Laura knew Nathan wanted to see where the sex talk might lead, but he had to save his friend. You couldn't let someone get caught up in a situation they didn't want.

"Oh, thank god. I don't care which one. Let's just play one of them."

As Nathan ran to the car to pick up the board game, Laura remained at the kitchen table thinking to herself. Aria and Logan gathered up the trash and took their cokes to the living room.

Did Logan really feel too awkward talking about sex in such blatant terms and the actual possibility of at least just the girls having sex? Or was he attracted to Laura and didn't want to think about his best friend's girlfriend like that? For years Logan hadn't seemed to have an issue teasing anyone in their group about sexual topics, but recently he'd stopped with everyone. Maybe it had finally become real and awkward.

A thunderclap shook the house. Laura started and looked around. Seemingly out of nowhere the skies had darkened to near night. As she watched rain began to pelt the small empty field and the small bit of woods. Other houses were nearby, but unseen because of the trees. Laura's phone belted out the warning chime and the others started seconds after hers.

A severe weather warning. The rest of their group was probably going to join them even later than expected, if at all.

Laura walked into the living room just in time to see Nathan emerge, dripping wet and carrying several board games.

"I guess we are down to just board games and movies tonight, guys." Nathan said. "Which one do we want to play?"

He laid them side by side on the coffee table. They had brought Munchkin, a deck of cards, Clue, the Game of Dirty Life they had made, and Exploding Kittens.

"Let's do dirty life," Aria said.

They broke out some beers and liquor and started playing. Some of their rules including taking shots, like when you got sent to jail or had to do a drug. By the end of the game, Laura had contacted two sexual diseases, had a sex change, six kids, been to jail, done crack with a striper, divorced her husband, and married the striper. She'd had to take three shots in a row, quite a bit for her small body. The others hadn't fared much better. Or maybe it was.

"What do y'all want to play now?" Laura asked, slightly slurring her words.

"We could play poker," Nathan suggested.

"Oh, I'm awful at that." Laura said. "We never play often enough for me to get good."

"Maybe we should change that." Aria said. "But we don't have anything to bet with."

"It could be strip poker." Nathan said.

Laura looked boldly around to see everyone's reactions. Aria looked like she was down. Nathan definitely was. He suggested it.

Logan surprised Laura. "You know what? I'm down. We have to be on even footing, though. You should take off your bra, Aria."

Aria slipped her arms out of her bra straps, unhooked it, and pulled it out from the neck of her shirt. It was white and lacy.

"Y'all know I'm not wearing a bra." Laura said. "I think we're all down to three items, excluding shoes."

"Everyone kick off your shoes and socks." Logan said as he started shuffling the cards.

Logan, Aria, and Nathan did so. Laura just swayed her bare feet a little. A small smile played on her face. Maybe Logan didn't feel so awkward after all. He dealt the cards. Only two for each of them.

"Could we play regular poker?" Laura asked. "Texas Hold 'Em just seems weird to me."

"Sure thing," Logan said, reshuffled the rest of the cards, and dealt out three more to everyone.

Maybe she should have stuck to Texas Hold 'Em. Laura had a three, seven, two jacks, a ten and a king. She could come up lucky and have the best hand, but she doubted it.

"Anyone want new cards?" Logan asked.

"Two," Aria said.

"Three," Nathan replied.

Laura thought for a second. Maybe she should keep her king. "Two."

She discarded the three and seven. Her new cards were an ace and a nine. Didn't quite make anything, but now she had a pair with an ace high.

"Dealer takes one. No betting, unless you want to up the anty to more than one piece of clothing?" No one answered. "Guess not. OK, show your cards."

Laura didn't know much about poker, but the second she saw Logan's hand she knew she lost. He had a royal flush.

"K, I win." Logan said. "I beat Laura. You have just a pair, ace high, but you beat Aria. You have nothing and Nathan, you have a straight, so you beat Aria and Laura. Should we just have one person take something off?"

"No," Aria said. "More fun this way. Everyone except the highest."

Hm, shirt or pants? Laura didn't have a bra to cover her would be bare tits and her shorts weren't covering much as it was anyway. She stood up and took them off, revealing a little red thong. Laura sat back down and crossed her legs.

"Uh-huh," Aria told her. "We get to see."

Even through her liquor, Laura flushed. She uncrossed and sat normally. "There. Happy?"

"Yes," Aria and Nathan said together.

Aria took off her shorts, too, and showed off her matching white thong. Nathan opted for his shirt, revealing little hard nipples.

Logan dealt again. Laura's hand was even worse this time. All low cards. She was destined to be naked. That might not be such a bad thing.

The rain picked up, hammering into the house. Laura shuddered, her nipples hardening at the thought of the cool wind gusting around. Everyone in the living room seemed to notice them poke through her tank top.

"Alright, let's see 'em." Aria said.

Yep, Laura lost again. Nathan won with just a pair of fives and a queen high.

Panties or shirt? Laura tried not to bite her lip as she watched Aria take off her panties and Logan his shirt. He was tanner than she remembered. And Aria must have been freshly waxed.

"Come on, honey." Nathan said.

Laura took in a breath and pulled her shirt off. All three of them seemed to take a good look at her breasts.

"Yep, nice and perky. Next round." Laura demanded.

Only one more article.

"So, Nathan, what's your most extreme sexual fantasy?" Aria asked. "We know Laura's."

"Honestly, what might happen now." Nathan said while he studied his cards.

"A four way?" Aria said as she switched out a couple cards.

"Not necessarily four, but group sex."

Logan looked up from his hand, eyebrows raised. Nathan shrugged.

"What about yours?"

"I guess this, too." Aria said, eyeing Laura.

"Logan?" Laura asked, taking the heat of herself.

"Well, I've had sex in public and we do a lot of kinky stuff, so I guess it'd be a three way. Though..." Logan looked around. "I'm not really sure how a four way would work."

"Like I said earlier could be one way." Laura said before she thought about it too much.

"Y'all ready?" Nathan asked.

Laura looked up sharply, startled.

"To show your hands." Nathan clarified.

"Though, it could pertain to sex, too. Would y'all actually want to?" Aria laid down her cards. She had a good hand. Pair of aces and a pair of jacks. Not amazing, but better than the others. Laura had jack shit, again.

"Well, I guess that means I'm out."

"Or someone could be in." Aria said. "I'm serious. I know the guys are ready to play and I'm making a puddle over here. We could just start, but I have to ask. Do y'all actually want to?"

Laura sat still on the couch. She was sitting next to her boyfriend and their two friends, also a couple. The four of them had been friends for years. Would this make it weird? Could they go on with life as if knowing intimate details about someone you weren't dating didn't matter? Did it matter?

She'd thought about this for a long time. She'd thought about having sex with a girl for even longer, longer than she'd known anyone in this room. It was time to finally take the plunge, if the others were willing.

Laura stood and slipped out of her thong. "Yes, I'm willing." She stood still, exposing her whole body in broad daylight. Both men's penises jerked upwards in response. Even through their shorts, Laura could see that. "Aria seems right. Guys?"

"She is." Nathan said.

"Logan?" Aria asked.

Logan hesitated. "Maybe you girls could while we watched."

Laura nodded. "Sure." She swallowed and tried not to shake with nerves. What if she was weird sexually and Nathan just never said anything?

Aria got up from the arm chair and sat next to Laura. "You sure?"

"Yes," Laura answered. "I want to."




Closer and Closer



Laura kissed Aria, slow and hesitant. Her hands seemed to find Aria's body of their own accord. Suddenly Laura was feeling Aria's shoulders, brushing her breasts and pushing the straps of her top off. Aria's breasts came bouncing out. Laura leaned forward, forcing Aria back.

Laura straddled the other woman, circling one breast with her fingertips, still kissing. Aria hummed with pleasure as her hands found Laura's hips, one of them moving inward. Laura began to thrust lightly against Aria's hips. She moved lower to suck on Aria's nipple. Laura loved sucking on things, especially nipples, but Nathan's were too small to get a good grip on. Laura bit down gently. Aria cried out, but didn't stop. She slid her fingers around Laura's hip and into her vagina.

Laura's moans quickly turned high pitch. Oh, she was wet. Laura hadn't realized how wet. She was having sex with one of her best friends while their boyfriends watched. Laura opened her eyes and turned her head.

Both men had their cocks in their hands and were masturbating.

"They'll join us soon," Laura said softly. 

She moved down Aria's body, kissing, biting, and caressing. Laura lingered at the rib cage, hips, and outer and thighs. With every bite, Aria let out a little cry between her moans. Just over Aria's labia, Laura paused. Aria thrust into the air as her body writhed. 

"Please," Aria whispered, her hands in Laura's hair.

Laura licked the top of Aria's slit, just above her clitoris. She ran her tongue over the labia, letting it slide ever so slightly into the center.

"Oh, please." Aria tried to thrust Laura's tongue into her.

Laura plunged her tongue through, hitting Aria's clitoris with the flat of her tongue. Aria thrust up and cried out. Her fingers tightened in Laura's hair and her body squirmed. Laura swirled her tongue around Aria's clit, massaged it, and ever so gently bit it. Aria wasn't expecting that one. She yelped.

"Too much?" Laura asked.

"No, god, no."

Laura bit lightly again as she squeezed Aria's ass with one hand and slipped her fingers into Aria's vagina with the other. She pumped them in and out slowly at first, working in time with her tongue.

Aria's moans grew louder and higher. She didn't seem like she was going to cum, though.

Laura bit again just a tad harder, knowing pain made her cum faster. Aria practically shrieked, but not in too much pain. Her hands shot to clench the couch and she bucked. Laura kept at it.

Her friend's juices slid down her face. Something she never really thought would happen.

Aria's body tensed as every fiber seemed to pull inward. Her legs wrapped around Laura's head and pulled her in closer. Laura increased her pressure, using the flat of her tongue. Her friend's cries reached a fortissimo. They stayed like that for what seemed like several moments, but couldn't have been.

Aria hit her peak and began to shudder. Laura kept licking and squeezing Aria's ass. After a few seconds she pulled back, wetness dripping down her chin. She looked up. Both men were wiping cum off themselves. Aria settled back into the couch.

"My turn now." Laura said.

That was all Nathan needed. He turned Laura so she sat at the edge of the couch and thrust his head towards her crotch, only to pull back and kiss her knees. She laughed as she tried to maneuver his head back into position. Nathan grabbed her hands and held them over her head.

"Gotta work up to it, baby."

"Mmm, but you can't run your hands over me now."

"Soon, honey, soon."

Nathan kissed over every inch of her knees, ever so softly. With every touch, Laura jumped and squealed. Slowly, Nathan worked his way up her thighs, adding nips and licks. Such a pure, lovely torment. Laura almost forgot they weren't alone. Her eyes met Logan's just as Nathan's lips touched her labia. She'd never let herself imagine this far. While others had been in her fantasies, they were usually faceless people or people she didn't know. Now a man she'd known for years and never once let herself think about that way was watching as she was held down and eaten out. Had watched while she ate out his girlfriend and masturbated.

Their eyes didn't move even when Nathan's tongue found Laura's vagina. He pushed against the hole and slid his tongue up, slowly, gently. Laura shuddered and looked away. She tried to restrain her cries now. Really did. It didn't help when Aria decided to lean in and suck Laura's nipple.

Oh, just like in her mind.

Aria's hands slid over Laura's body, every inch she could touch while Nathan looped his tongue around Aria's clitoris.

Aria stopped after just a moment. "Logan, want to join us?"

He looked torn. He was obviously aroused, already back to full attention. 

Laura managed to unhook herself from Nathan. "You do look at least a little pleased over there." She added mostly for herself. "It won't become weird. And you and I don't have to do anything together. Neither do Nathan and Aria."

Logan's eyes dilated and he breathed in heavily. "I do want to."

"Then come," Aria said. "Take me from behind." She waggled her ass at him with an arched brow.

Her boyfriend knelt behind her. He grasped her hips, nuzzling her neck. Aria returned her attention to Laura's breasts. Laura cried out just as Logan penetrated Aria and Nathan licked fully up from Laura's vagina to her clit.

Oh, my. So many sensations. Later she wouldn't be able to remember how many times she came or how many times she heard Aria climax.

Laura's body rocked with Logan's thrusts and her moans timed with Aria's muffled ones. God, this was really happening. So many times she'd pulled her mind back from thoughts she shouldn't have and now they were here together with Logan about to cum.

The petite woman found herself kneeling on the floor, Nathan's cock inside her and Logan's in Aria. The girls faced each other kissing. It was the only time Laura had kissed someone without worrying about juices. For once, she didn't care.

Overwhelmed with passion, cumming didn't seem to matter. Laura was solely pleasure, touch and touching. Her hands ran over Aria's body and Aria's over hers, slipping into their labia and pushing the other's orgasm higher. Nathan's roamed from Laura's hips to her back, hair, neck, and breasts. Logan seemed to be doing the same to Aria. At some point Logan's hands moved from Aria to Laura. He pulled her against the other woman, their nipples meeting just right with the men's thrusts to send Laura over the edge again.

Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. Pure sensation and joy. Yes, lust, too, but their affectionate friendship turned what would have been fucking into love making. Laura and Nathan were closer to their friends than they had ever been. It didn't matter that they hadn't switched partners.

The scene was so intimate, revealing, trusting. Laura opened her eyes and really took in the room around her. The living room was a mess. Couch cushions and clothing littered the floor. She saw her thong lying next to Logan's boxers. Completely exposed, not just physically, but emotionally, mentally, the little parts of yourself that are usually kept to one other person. Laura's orgasm must have tipped the boys over. They each came right after her.

The four slowly broke apart.

"So, we really just did that," Logan said as he relaxed into a sitting position.

Aria curled into him, her legs twining with Laura's as Laura leaned back against Nathan.

"We did," Aria said softly.

"That was incredible." Laura whispered.

"Damn straight." Nathan agreed.