2 comments/ 45997 views/ 10 favorites Sarah's House Ch. 01 By: susannahtowers *Hey guys, this is a new one. This is based on a few experiences, all jumbled together. Thanks so much to Sam, and LaRascasse for the edits (: * "Night Claudia! I hope you sleep well, see you tomorrow." "Good night Sarah! Talk in the morning." I yelled back, snuggling into bed. I had come down to Narrow Springs for the night, to spend some time with Sarah. Enrolling for university was a challenge neither of us wanted to brave alone. We had been close friends for what seemed forever -- our Mums met through university, then we met through external French classes in lower school. I felt like I had become an extra member in her family. The loud Spanish dinners were a welcome distraction to my quiet English life at home. Sarah was probably my closest friend, which made keeping secrets from her hard. And I kept a few. The main one -- my sex life. I had been sexually active since I turned 17 a year ago; and in contrast to her Catholic beliefs, I didn't have any qualms about sex before marriage, or using protection. The friends I went out with ran in the same circle as her 20 year old brother, Ethan, but he never seemed to pay much attention to me. In fact, he seemed to dislike me, avoiding me, and always seemed to go out as I came in, or vise versa. I was, I admit it, obsessed, with his best friend Marcus. Tall, blonde, green eyes, Marcus was the Aryan copy of his darker best friend, the masculine reflection of Sarah and I. My phone beeped a message at me, startling me out of my thoughts. Answering it, I laughed to see my exboyfriend begging me to come back to him. Replying that I was busy, I waited for the next text, unwilling to fall asleep just then. My ex began to 'sext' me -- we had broken up on good terms, and still hooked up when we were bored. He announced his cumming with extra vowels in his texts, and I turned my phone off; knowing he'd choose sleep over my orgasm, like every other time we'd been together. I heard the front door 'click' as Ethan returned home from the party he'd no doubt been out to. I knew my door was slightly open, and so I stashed my phone under my pillow and pretended sleep. Marcus came stumbling behind him, clearly trying to be quiet as he drunkenly navigated the hall. Banging the door open, I could see him collapse onto Ethan's bed and fall onto the floor, snoring softly. I watched through the gap as Ethan peeked in on his sister, the light from the hall way illuminating how his face softened as he watched her sleep. Smiling softly, he closed the door, before moving from my view as he closed his door. Drifting to sleep, I found my eyes closing and welcomed the dreams I knew would come (hopefully involving Marcus, I smiled at the thought). *** My door opened, and I could feel the cool air wafting over my scantily clad body. Preferring to sleep naked, I had opted for a singlet and short bike shorts, without underwear. Sarah was used to my bra-less state, but she was the only one who really saw me 'naturally'. Laying under a light sheet, I could feel the change in air temperature quickly. A body stepped through the doorway, and I snuggled deeper into the sheet, sleep still holding its claim on me. I saw shapes on the wall, bizarre shadows cast by the soft hall light, that I quickly put from my mind. The body stayed there, or maybe it had left, I couldn't remember. Sleep took me quickly, and I ignored the memory of the shape. *** I felt the sheet being drawn off my body, until it pooled at my feet. The shape (had it returned?) turned to the other side of the bed; the light keeping them in the dark as I closed my eyelids against the light. Again ignoring it, I rolled into my pillow to fight to keep sleeping. The shape pushed at my right shoulder, flipping me onto my back. This was comfortable too, so I allowed myself to fall into this position. *** I could hear soft, squishing sounds at the edge of my dream. Faint moans were echoing in my head, but I couldn't place the voice. I smiled, feeling pleasure at the knowledge that came, dreamlike, that they were enjoying themselves. *** A flush of cool air came as I felt my singlet rise up, and instinctively I pulled my arms free, annoyed by the confinement that it would give pushed up over my chest. My breasts fell against cool linen, the fabric causing my nipples to pucker into hard nubs and I moaned instinctively. A moan answered me, quieter, before I felt my shorts drawn down my legs. Again, instinctively, I pulled my legs together, the cool air hitting my ass and making my draw into myself. I could feel something at my calves, gently pulling them apart. The warm object slid up, between my legs, and felt between them. I giggled sleepily, starting to awaken. The rest of my body was starting to wake up too, as I became steadily slicker between my legs, and my nipples hardened further. My legs fell apart naturally, and the shape used this position for better access of the wetness between my legs. Opening my eyes, I could see the shape's arm moving, and I squinted sleepy eyes to get a better idea of what was happening. The dim light started to process through my eyes, and I gasped in shock as I realised what was happening. The shape was jerking off! *** He looked down and saw my eyes open, staring up at him. Stumbling back so that I couldn't see his face, he kept wanking over the sight of me, my boobs falling out of my singlet and my shorts down by my ankles. I reached down, starting to show off for him, and found my clit with my right hand. Drawing my knees to my chest, I pinched my nipples with my left hand, eliciting another moan from both of us. Moving forward, careful to keep his head in the dark, the shape reached out to me, his left hand finding my pussy. His body entered the light, and I smiled at the rippling stomach muscles and dark snail trail, dipping into his hand. I had always been turned on by seeing this 'runway to the good stuff' as a friend had once called it, and I was again that night. Gently, then growing in firmness, he began to finger me and make me groan. I reached out with my other hand, and began to pull him. His turn to groan, and he didn't disappoint. I giggled softly, motioning with my left hand towards the door, hoping to convey the need for silence. He just dug two fingers further into my pussy, making me scream into the hand he placed over my mouth just in time. I could feel the preparation begin to kick in, as my orgasm began to coil around my navel. Precum was beginning to bead on the shape's cock also, and as I thrusted up into his hand, I'm pretty sure he understood where I was going. Strumming my clit with his index finger, he began to rock his hand into me harder as he became more involved in what he was doing. I noticed he had started to thrust into my hand as I wanked him, fucking it like the pussy he was fingering. Suddenly, seemingly out of nowhere, my orgasm uncoiled and flew down to my pussy. I abandoned the hand on my nipples as I held his hand to my mouth, gasping and panting and desperately trying not to wake my sleeping best friend down the hall. His fingers slowed in their frantic fingering, and his hips sped up, thrusting into my hand with groans and growls. It was about a minute longer, before he bit down on his knuckle, trying, like me, to stay silent; shooting ropes over my breasts and singlet. Wide eyes stared at each other as he slowed to a halt, and I squeezed the last of his cum from his head. The shape's knees buckled, and he fell onto the edge of my bed, directly into the shaft of light. *** Ethan and I stared at each other. I could feel his cum turning into a sticky mess on my chest, but I felt frozen in the one spot. Reaching forward, he lifted my singlet up, and used it to wipe up what he could of his mess. I just sat there, a doll to his ministrations. Standing, Ethan stood over me to check if I was clean from his mess. Dropping my soiled singlet in my lap, he reached down to wipe away some from my chin with his thumb. His head followed, dropping to reach me. The kiss started out softly, gently, but as his lips touched mine, I exploded with passion. Pulling him down to me, I wound my arms around his neck, marvelling at how soft his hair was, and tried to climb on top of him. He laughed as he gasped for air, pulling back to look at me. "What about Marcus?" He asked, hesitantly. "Who? After that, the best orgasm I've ever had, who could compete?" I panted, falling into his arms as they opened for me. Kissing my way along his jaw to his earlobe, I whispered, "how long?" He shrugged, before kissing me back, hard and passionate. As I lay there, on the bed, panting, he rose, and walked out of my room. Turning, he stopped in my doorway. "Three years. Three long, cold shower, try so hard to avoid you, blue balling, exhausting years." Blushing, he walked back to his room, stepping over his snoring friend, and closing the door. Smiling to myself, I licked up a bit of his cum that he'd missed off my neck. The taste was bitter, but had an underlying taste of sweetness. Rolling back onto my stomach, making sure the singlet was on the floor, I fell asleep to dreams again. Only this time, the subject had dark hair, and a delicious tasting cock... Sarah's House Ch. 02 *Thanks again to LaRascesse for the editing. This one is kind of a middling one. It's sexy as all hell, I think, but it leads on to bigger and better things, I think ;) * * He startled me. Bursting through my door, hair wet, jumper soaked to the contours of his body. The smoky grey of his eyes were enhanced by his flushed cheeks, and his lips had never looked more kissable. And I just didn't care. The knowledge kind of scared me, how much I couldn't be bothered wanting him. I'd spent the last 5 years of my life lusting after him, doing my best to hide it from him, and all of a sudden -- it was meaningless. *** The night Ethan had made his move still played on my mind. It had only been a week ago, but it felt as though it had just happened. We had bumped each other awkwardly in the kitchen as we sorted out our breakfast; Sarah out at work and Marcus still sleeping off the effects of the alcohol the night before. My head ducked, I reached into the pantry, looking for the honey for my toast. I had whispered 'good morning' to him as he joined me, bleary-eyed, in search of food. He grunted in response, his usual greeting to me. He had never been a morning person. I bent down, searching for the condiment. It was frustrating me that I couldn't find it -- it seemed I lived at Sarah's more than my own house, and I had assumed that I would know where everything was. I had clearly forgotten how tight my shorts were, forgoing underwear for the comfort of sleep. Ethan groaned loudly behind me, and I heard the cereal container thud on top of the counter. Triumphant, I stood up straight, holding the jar of honey in my left hand. Closing the pantry door, I took a step forward towards my plate. Ethan pushed me back, slamming me against the pantry door. I gasped in shock, staring at his dark eyes a second before his mouth claimed mine. Kissing me thoroughly, I melted into his arms as he held me against the door with his body. I had always loved stronger, taller, more muscular men, and Ethan didn't disappoint. His coffee coloured skin contrasted against mine as I slid my hands up his shirt, dropping the honey in return to touch him. His hands moved with mine, one to move up my shirt to cup my breast in his hand, and the other to grab the hair above the nape of my neck. Pulling my hair hard enough that my head hit back against the door, he took his lips off mine. I tried to follow, ignoring the pain in my head from his hand controlling my hair until it hurt too much. "Good morning," he whispered, kissing me sweetly, a contrast to the hand holding me back firmly. "Hey," I stroked his chest in response. My hands went lower and lower, until they touched the waistband of his shorts. I laughed into the kiss, and he moved his lips down my jaw. "What's so funny?" He asked, stubble teasing my skin. "Christian girl, my ass," I answered, laughing again. He looked at me, eyes staring deep into mine, and laughed as well. "Come here," he said, pulling me by the hand. He stopped me against the dining table, and kissed me hard again. My hands rose to play against his neck, deepening the kiss. "Let's get this off you," he said, drawing down my shorts as I stood before him. My shirt bunched up around my waist, Ethan pushed me down until I lay on the table before him. Staring at the ceiling, I tried to lift my head up so that I could see what he was doing. All that I could see was the dark top of his head, almost hidden between my thighs. I had never been a skinny girl, hence why I tended to be attracted to bigger, taller men -- ones who could make me feel feminine. So naturally, I felt nervous as his hands began to grab at my ass, and tried to move away. He didn't allow me to move, instead moved my legs so that they were resting on his shoulders. Moving his head between my legs, I squealed as I felt his tongue flick against my clit. "Shh!" He whispered against my skin, his warm breath teasing me with the absence of his tongue. I stuck my index finger into my mouth and sucked on it in an attempt to stay quiet, to try to ignore the urge to announce to everyone the pleasure I was receiving. His tongue continued to attack me, tasting my wetness and spearing my depths. I reached up with my other hand, stretching down my shirt so that I could pinch my nipples. I could tell when Ethan knew what I was doing, as his smoky laugh vibrated against my thighs and his hands tightened against my ass, almost painful. I pinched my nipple harder and bit down firmer, loving how the pain made the pleasure more surreal. Standing up, Ethan helped me into a sitting position, and kissed me firmly again. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue, and licked at his lips, trying to taste more. When I was younger, I had become more involved with another girl, a good friend. I had learnt that I liked the taste, the touch, the intricacies of women, as well as men. To taste myself on Ethan's lips served to turn me on more, and he could tell. I stood up so he wasn't leaning down to kiss me, and gently pushed him back into a chair. Kneeling between his legs, I grabbed his cock and started to move my fist up and down. Clearly eager for something more, Ethan grabbed my hair and pushed me down onto his cock. Willingly, I took him into my mouth, sucking him as I looked up at him. Gazing down at me with heavy-lidded eyes, he smiled at me, encouraging me to continue. I did, bumping my head against his stomach, my arms resting on his thighs as I bobbed up and down. Pulling my shirt up over my head, he threw it onto the floor beside me. I wriggled out of my shorts too, and threw them on top of my shirt. "I want you on all fours." He said, glancing around to make sure the doors were closed. I obeyed, stretching my legs back until I could arch my back, showing off my ass. "Turn the other way for me," he commanded. Obeying him, I heard his moan as he saw my naked ass for the first time I felt his thick finger probing at my pussy, and I jumped a little as he pushed it into me. Moaning at his touch, I pushed back against him, wanting more. Ethan started to finger me, one finger feeling huge in me. I hadn't had sex in a few months, and was really starting to miss it. My ex had left me for his ex several states over, and I knew that he wasn't the biggest -- but it's about how you use the tools you're given, right? Not -- I figured that out as Ethan's finger invaded my innermost space. No, I came to the conclusion quickly that I had missed a decent sized fucking, to put it crudely. Fingering me deeply, Ethan pulled my hair with his spare hand, stretching my neck back almost to the point of pain. I moaned and submitted deeper to his dominance, stretching myself back deeper into his hold, allowing myself to feel the line blurring between pain and pleasure. "Let me in," he begged me, pushing against me harder. His thumb reached for my clit and started to stimulate it, sending me further towards my orgasm. I shook my head, not sure if I was ready for it. He really was much bigger than I'd ever had before, and I was a little scared. "Please? I'll just put it in, and take it out -- you could lick me clean of all your juices." He whispered in my ear, the deep rumble of his voice vibrating through my neck before he bit it firmly. He must have known it was one of the things that always turned me on -- to taste myself on the cock that's just pounded me to submission. Sighing into his hand, I groaned as he added a second, pressing his thumb harder against my clit. "Please, baby?" He whispered into my ear. "Oh fuck please!" I ended up crying out, pushing back into his hand harder. He withdrew his fingers, much to my dislike, and flipped me over onto my back, using his strength against me. Lining himself up with me, he held himself above me with his elbows, bowing his head to meet his lips to mine. He slid himself along me, so I could feel his length. Arching up against him, I tangled my fingers in his short hair and held his lips against mine. Lowering my hand, I pulled him hard against me, collapsing his weight onto me. His hardness brushed against me, resting between my folds. I grabbed him firmly and rubbed it against my opening. He grunted and pushed himself forward, his tip entering me. He was splitting me open, I was so unused to anyone his size. He continued to push into me, finally falling against me, our bodies meeting fully. And then he withdrew. Picking up the pace, he started to thrust against me, meeting my hips with his own animalistic sounds. I started giggling, pulling his head down from where he'd thrown it back in passion to meet my lips again. "Sssh! Everyone's still sleeping!" I laughed into his mouth. He only started to move with me faster, shifting his hips slightly until it felt that he was deeper than before. I bit down on his bottom lip to keep from screaming in pleasure, and he laughed and bit me back. Squirming under him, I came for him, arching my chest until my nipples brushed against him. "Oh fuck! I can feel you cumming around me! Shit baby, that feels so good!" He dropped his head to my neck, biting the sensitive place under my ear and thrusting against me hurriedly. "Cum for me honey!" I encouraged him, my nails biting into his back as I came down from my orgasm. "Oh, shit, I'm cumming. Fuck! Oh god, Claudia!" He pulled out, and started jerking off, staring into my eyes. I could see his orgasm cumming, rolling through his body, his muscles tensing before I felt it, warm and pulsing on my stomach and chest. He kept cumming, more than I'd ever seen before. Spent, he rolled next to me, his head falling on my shoulder. I turned my head and kissed his temple, before laying still next to him. Suddenly, we heard noises from his room -- Marcus was getting up. Struck with a fit of giggles, we jumped up, finding the paper towels and towelling ourselves off. I teased him, licking his half-hard cock before he grabbed his pants and tucked himself away. He teased me back, sucking on my nipples as I raised my arms to put my shirt back on. Bleary eyed, Marcus stumbled into the kitchen, banging around the cabinets, looking for materials for breakfast. Ethan and I were avoiding eye contact, unsure about the right way to interact. "Man -- smells in here, hey." Ethan started laughing hard, and I had to fake coughing to hide my smile. "Yeah, sorry bro. I went for a run, and only just got back." *** Ethan and I had successfully hidden our relationship for a week from our friends. Sarah and Marcus seemed to have no idea, and we laughed at their ignorance. But seeing Marcus at my front door shocked me. I laughed at myself, wondering how I'd ever thought I could lust after him. "I was wondering... you've changed, Claudia. Would you ever be interested in, maybe, going out with me?" Smiling, I stepped forward, and hugged him, before stepping back again. "Marcus, you know I've liked you since forever." He ducked his head, acknowledging my statement. "But I've found someone else, and he's better for me. But good luck," I kissed him on the cheek, and held open the door for him. Stammering, he stepped outside, clearly wondering what had just happened. I ran inside, searching for my phone. Grabbing it off my bed, I texted Ethan. "Hey, wanna hang out soon?" Sarah's House Ch. 02 He startled me. Bursting through my door, hair wet, jumper soaked to the contours of his body. The smoky grey of his eyes were enhanced by his flushed cheeks, and his lips had never looked more kissable. And I just didn't care. The knowledge kind of scared me, how much I couldn't be bothered wanting him. I'd spent the last 5 years of my life lusting after him, doing my best to hide it from him, and all of a sudden -- it was meaningless. *** The night Ethan had made his move still played on my mind. It had only been a week ago, but it felt as though it had just happened. We had bumped each other awkwardly in the kitchen as we sorted out our breakfast; Sarah out at work and Marcus still sleeping off the effects of the alcohol from the night before. My head ducked, I reached into the pantry, looking for the honey for my toast. I had whispered 'good morning' to him as he joined me, bleary-eyed, in search of food. He grunted in response, his usual greeting to me. He had never been a morning person. I bent down, searching for the condiment. It was frustrating me that I couldn't find it -- it seemed I lived at Sarah's more than my own house, and I had assumed that I would know where everything was. I had clearly forgotten how tight my shorts were, forgoing underwear for the comfort of sleep. Ethan groaned loudly behind me, and I heard the cereal container thud on top of the counter. Triumphant, I stood up straight, holding the jar of honey in my left hand. Closing the pantry door, I took a step forward towards my plate. Ethan pushed me back, slamming me against the pantry door. I gasped in shock, staring at his dark eyes a second before his mouth claimed mine. Kissing me thoroughly, I melted into his arms as he held me against the door with his body. I had always loved stronger, taller, more muscular men, and Ethan didn't disappoint. His coffee coloured skin contrasted against mine as I slid my hands up his shirt, dropping the honey in return to touch him. His hands moved with mine, one to move up my shirt to cup my breast in his hand, and the other to grab the hair above the nape of my neck. Pulling my hair hard enough that my head hit back against the door, he took his lips off mine. I tried to follow, ignoring the pain in my head from his hand controlling my hair until it hurt too much. "Good morning," he whispered, kissing me sweetly, a contrast to the hand holding me back firmly. "Hey," I stroked his chest in response. My hands went lower and lower, until they touched the waistband of his shorts. I laughed into the kiss, and he moved his lips down my jaw. "What's so funny?" He asked, stubble teasing my skin. "Christian girl, my ass," I answered, laughing again. He looked at me, eyes staring deep into mine, and laughed as well. It had been a joke between me and him for a while -- I would enjoy going to church, but he knew that I loved my 'extra-curricular activities' too. "Come here," he said, pulling me by the hand. He stopped me against the dining table, and kissed me hard again. My hands rose to play against his neck, deepening the kiss. "Let's get these off you," he said, drawing down my shorts as I stood before him. My shirt bunched up around my waist, Ethan pushed me down until I lay on the table before him. Staring at the ceiling, I tried to lift my head up so that I could see what he was doing. All that I could see was the dark top of his head, almost hidden between my thighs. I had never been a skinny girl, hence why I tended to be attracted to bigger, taller men -- ones who could make me feel feminine. So naturally, I felt nervous as his hands began to grab at my ass, and tried to move away. He didn't allow me to move, instead moved my legs so that they were resting on his shoulders. Moving his head between my legs, I squealed as I felt his tongue flick against my clit. "Shh!" He whispered against my skin, his warm breath teasing me with the absence of his tongue. I stuck my index finger into my mouth and sucked on it in an attempt to stay quiet, to try to ignore the urge to announce to everyone the pleasure I was receiving. His tongue continued to attack me, tasting my wetness and spearing my depths. I reached up with my other hand, stretching down my shirt so that I could pinch my nipples. I could tell when Ethan knew what I was doing, as his smoky laugh vibrated against my thighs and his hands tightened against my ass, almost painful. I pinched my nipple harder and bit down firmer, loving how the pain made the pleasure more surreal. Standing up, Ethan helped me into a sitting position, and kissed me firmly again. I could taste myself on his lips and tongue, and licked at his lips, trying to taste more. When I was younger, I had become more involved with another girl, a good friend. I had learnt that I liked the taste, the touch, the intricacies of women, as well as men. To taste myself on Ethan's lips turned me on more, and he could tell. I stood up so he wasn't leaning down to kiss me, and gently pushed him back into a chair. Kneeling between his legs, I grabbed his cock and started to move my fist up and down. Clearly eager for something more, Ethan grabbed my hair and pushed me down onto his cock. Willingly, I took him into my mouth, sucking him as I looked up at him. Gazing down at me with heavy-lidded eyes, he smiled at me, encouraging me to continue. I did, bumping my head against his stomach, my arms resting on his thighs as I bobbed up and down. Pulling my shirt up over my head, he threw it onto the floor beside me. "I want you on all fours." He said, glancing around to make sure the doors were closed. I obeyed, stretching my legs back until I could arch my back, showing off my ass. "Turn the other way for me," he commanded. Obeying him, I heard his moan as he saw my naked ass for the first time I felt his thick finger probing at my pussy, and I jumped a little as he pushed it into me. Moaning at his touch, I pushed back against him, wanting more. Ethan started to finger me, one finger feeling huge in me. I hadn't had sex in a few months, and was really starting to miss it. My ex had left me for his ex several states over, and I knew that he wasn't the biggest -- but it's about how you use the tools you're given, right? Not -- I figured that out as Ethan's finger invaded my innermost space. No, I came to the conclusion quickly that I had missed a decent sized fucking, to put it crudely. Fingering me deeply, Ethan pulled my hair with his spare hand, stretching my neck back almost to the point of pain. I moaned and submitted deeper to his dominance, stretching myself back deeper into his hold, allowing myself to feel the line blurring between pain and pleasure. "Let me in," he begged me, pushing against me harder. His thumb reached for my clit and started to stimulate it, sending me further towards my orgasm. I shook my head, not sure if I was ready for it. He really was much bigger than I'd ever had before, and I was a little scared. "Please? I'll just put it in, and take it out -- you could lick me clean of all your juices." He whispered in my ear, the deep rumble of his voice vibrating through my neck before he bit it firmly. He must have known it was one of the things that always turned me on -- to taste myself on the cock that's just pounded me to submission. Sighing into his hand, I groaned as he added a second, pressing his thumb harder against my clit. "Please, baby?" He whispered into my ear. "Oh fuck please!" I ended up crying out, pushing back into his hand harder. He withdrew his fingers, much to my dislike, and flipped me over onto my back, using his strength against me. Lining himself up with me, he held himself above me with his elbows, bowing his head to meet his lips to mine. He slid himself along me, so I could feel his length. Arching up against him, I tangled my fingers in his short hair and held his lips against mine. Lowering my hand, I pulled him hard against me, collapsing his weight onto me. His hardness brushed against me, resting between my folds. I grabbed him firmly and rubbed it against my opening. He grunted and pushed himself forward, his tip entering me. He was splitting me open, I was so unused to anyone his size. He continued to push into me, finally falling against me, our bodies meeting fully. And then he withdrew. Picking up the pace, he started to thrust against me, meeting my hips with his own animalistic sounds. I started giggling, pulling his head down from where he'd thrown it back in passion to meet my lips again. "Sssh! Everyone's still sleeping!" I laughed into his mouth. He only started to move with me faster, shifting his hips slightly until it felt that he was deeper than before. I bit down on his bottom lip to keep from screaming in pleasure, and he laughed and bit me back. Squirming under him, I came for him, arching my chest until my nipples brushed against him. "Oh fuck! I can feel you cumming around me! Shit baby, that feels so good!" He dropped his head to my neck, biting the sensitive place under my ear and thrusting against me hurriedly. "Cum for me honey!" I encouraged him, my nails biting into his back as I came down from my orgasm. "Oh, shit, I'm cumming. Fuck! Oh god, Claudia!" He pulled out, and started jerking off, staring into my eyes. I could see his orgasm coming, rolling through his body, his muscles tensing before I felt it, warm and pulsing on my stomach and chest. He kept cumming, more than I'd ever seen before. Spent, he rolled next to me, his head falling on my shoulder. I turned my head and kissed his temple, before laying still next to him. Suddenly, we heard noises from his room -- Marcus was getting up. Struck with a fit of giggles, we jumped up, finding the paper towels and towelling ourselves off. I teased him, licking his half-hard cock before he grabbed his pants and tucked himself away. He teased me back, sucking on my nipples as I raised my arms to put my shirt back on. Bleary eyed, Marcus stumbled into the kitchen, banging around the cabinets, looking for materials for breakfast. Ethan and I were avoiding eye contact, unsure about the right way to interact. "Man -- smells in here, hey." Ethan started laughing hard, and I had to fake coughing to hide my smile. "Yeah, sorry bro. I went for a run, and only just got back." *** Ethan and I had successfully hidden our relationship for a week from our friends. Sarah and Marcus seemed to have no idea, and we laughed at their ignorance. But seeing Marcus at my front door shocked me. I laughed at myself, wondering how I'd ever thought I could lust after him. "I was wondering... you've changed, Claudia. Would you ever be interested in, maybe, going out with me?" Smiling, I stepped forward, and hugged him, before stepping back again. "Marcus, you know I've liked you since forever." He ducked his head, acknowledging my statement. "But I've found someone else, and he's better for me. Good luck," I kissed him on the cheek, and held open the door for him. Stammering, he stepped outside, clearly wondering what had just happened. I ran inside, searching for my phone. Finding it, I grabbed it off my bed, I typed in a text. "Hey, wanna hang out soon?" Sarah's House Ch. 03 Ethan had been so sweet to me. Naturally, we were both shy of confiding in Sarah that we were dating – it seemed too risky, her being my best friend and his sister. I didn't want her to get jealous of our relationship, or feel left out. We had discussed this before, 'what if' I dated her brother. I had, of course, promised her I would never do such a thing – besides, I was obsessed with Marcus, and there was no way I would give up my dreams of 'us'. But she had told me that she was scared to let me date Ethan, and that she didn't want us to be together – because it would limit our friendship. I didn't quite understand at the time, but now I did – if I went to say hey to her, I'd want to say hey to him, and his kisses were addictive, so just 'hey' would have to take a while... Ethan and I agreed to keep our relationship under wraps for now – not to hide that we were together, but simply to make sure we would last before we opened up to everyone. We had been doing the typical 'couple' things – movies, dinner, beach; we even studied together as it neared close to tests and assignments. It helped that I was doing similar subjects to those he did; and gave us a viable excuse to give to Claudia – who was doing a Math degree, which wouldn't help my Politics at all. I had been avoiding Marcus too, or more correctly, he was avoiding me. I had never turned him away before, and I knew that my feelings for Ethan were serious because of that. Before, I had spent 6 years loving him from a distance, always being pushed to the 'best friend's little sister's friend' role. But now that I had refused his advances – something my 12-year-old self would have never believed – he was confused, and didn't know how to react. I don't think he ever liked me, not even when he came to my house; but he missed being adored by me. Ethan and I laughed together as Marcus whined to Ethan about the change in me – he had explored every reason from me being a lesbian to having found a 'sugar daddy' and not needing 'young hot men' like him. I could see Marcus's confused rants were annoying Ethan, and more than once Ethan had had to call me to laugh it over with me before he punched his best friend in my defence. But overall – we were happy together, and it was only getting better. * "Claudia! Babe, where are you?" Ethan screamed up the stairs at me, trying to hurry me up. "Calm down man! Seriously, Ethan, I wish you would just tell me what you're planning!" I called back, struggling into my favourite v-neck shirt as I brushed my hair and checked my makeup for smudges. "You look beautiful, you always do, now hurry up!" "Not supportive! Well, thanks, but shut up!" Our banter up and down the stairs had Mum in hysterics – she always thought we'd end up together, and her favourite phrase at the moment was 'I told you so'. "She'll be ready when she's ready Ethan, there's no point rushing her. Trust me – I've tried." Hearing the beginning of one of her stories, I sprinted down the stairs, pulling my long hair up into a high ponytail and pulling my shirt straight. "I'm here, I'm here! Don't start with a story Mum, please!" I panted, grabbing his hand and pulling him out the door before she could embarrass me further. "Me? Embarrass you? Don't you remember..." Her voice trailed off as I slammed the door behind us, eager for Ethan to miss whatever story she would be spurting off. The car shook with Ethan's laughter as I climbed in beside him, and looked around. "Um, Ethan? It's summer – why is there a blanket in the car?" "Don't worry honey, let's just get out of here before your Mum finishes that story." With a nod of agreement that had him laughing again, he drove off to Kings Park – the huge park that had enough discreet corners that it was well known as a couple's retreat. The drive was mostly quiet – his hand resting on my thigh except when he needed to change the gear, Illy playing in the background. I loved our car rides, they were often quiet and relaxed, we didn't need to talk to feel close. Arriving at Kings Park, Ethan gave me several bags to carry, and grabbed several more. "What on earth-" I tried to ask again, but he cut me off. "Not yet, you'll find out in a moment. Come on babe," he started walking, leaving me to follow after him. We clearly arrived at a place he was comfortable with, and he threw the blanket down on the ground. "Oh, it's a picnic!" I giggled, before throwing the bags down and jumping into his arms. "This is so sweet, thank you!" He chuckled and just hugged me tight. Wriggling out of his embrace, I started to open the bags, to discover what was inside. I was shocked at how well Ethan knew me, how he knew all my likes and dislikes in food. He'd brought cold meat and salad – no tomato, plenty of capsicum and olives, and a herb salad. The fruit salad had no banana, but more melon and grapes than I think I'd ever seen before. And, best of all, he had two massive slices of my favourite cakes – Black Forest, and Carrot cake. After he'd set it up how he liked it, he pulled out two pillows from the last bag, and lay down on them. "Where am I going to go?" I asked, pretending to be put out. "On me," he smiled, pulling me down so we were spooning. "Careful, babe, I'm in a skirt!" I cautioned him, worried that I'd just flashed everyone with my short skirt. "I know," he growled, his voice vibrating in my ear. I shivered, feeling his erection against my thigh. "You have no idea how much I love you in a skirt, do you?" He growled again, his voice deep and thick with lust. His fingers danced their way up my legs, straight to my centre. "Babe!" I pulled away, a little too shy to have public sex. "Look around Claudia. Who is here?" I obeyed, glancing around. I knew he was right – we were totally alone. No one could see or hear us, and I beamed at him, realising how well he'd planned this. "Now, come here," he groaned, pulling me against him and kissing me thoroughly. He rolled onto his back, pulling me on top of him. I moved so that I was more comfortable, straddling his waist, my chest pressed against his. He looked along his chest to see my breasts struggling to escape the confines of my shirt, almost spilling out. He made a strange, guttural sound, before grabbing my ass and pulling me lower to grind against him. I agreed with his initiative, rubbing myself against his straining erection in his pants. I reached down between us and unzipped his jeans, tugging at them until I could rest my panty-covered area on his boxers. He wriggled a little, until his jeans slipped under his ass, so it gave us a little more room. Reclining onto his elbows, he positioned himself so we could still kiss while grinding against each other. "Fuck, babe, I can feel you – you're so damn hot!" He groaned in my mouth as I nipped and licked at his bottom lip, before tracing the line along his jaw to his ear. "Mhm," I breathed against his earlobe, lightly biting on it. "Oh, fuck this!" He moaned, pushing me off him. I lay on my back, staring up at him as he knelt over me. He looked at my surprised reaction as I lay there, and started laughing as he reached down to my panties. I saw the moment he realised what his fingers were touching – his eyes widened, and his tongue flicked out to lick his suddenly dry lips. "Is that... are you wearing..." I just nodded, knowing what he meant. Ethan snarled then, sounding like a feral bear or something. If I hadn't been so focused on his eyes – chocolate so deep, rimming the black pools that were radiating lust – I would have laughed. As it was, I couldn't, he pulled my skirt up to see the black lace thong I had worn for him and traced his fingers along the flesh it covered, eliciting a moan from me. He bent down to kiss me, our tongues tasting each other and revelling in each other's taste. His fingers kept touching me, light and gentle, not enough to take me higher but just enough that I knew he was there. I began to thrust my hips up higher, to meet his fingers, but suddenly, he stopped. Helping me to sit up, he began to unwrap the food. "What! You're... you're joking, right? You're not gonna leave me like this, are you?" I begged him, desperate to finish. He looked me over – skirt around my waist, shirt pulled down until my breasts were almost falling out, hair messed from his hands in our kisses, and lips red and swollen – and nodded. "Exactly like that." He dug into his pocket and pulled out one of Sarah's scarves. Before I could ask what he was going to do with it, he attacked me, pulling my hands behind my back and tying my elbows together. This effectively stopped me from using my arms, and pushed my chest out further. Ethan could see how much this turned me on – flushed cheeks and heaving chest, so he ignored my protests, half-hearted as they were. He began to eat, leaving me on my own. It was when he took his 5th mouthful that I realised, he was going to ignore me and eat the food unless I asked his help. "Babe? E? Could you give me some?" I pleaded, unsure if he'd let me eat. Taking an olive, he fed it to me, placing it on my lips and waiting for me to open for him. Teasing him, I sucked it in through pursed lips, licking the residue of the olive taste off my lips. I could see he was clearly excited, his jeans were still undone and he was tenting his boxers nicely. Giggling, I swallowed the olive and asked for more. Ethan proceeded to feed me from everything, sometimes from his fingers, sometimes a fork, sometimes his lips. I loved it when he held a piece of fruit between his teeth, and bent forward to feed it to me; kissing me sweetly as I took it from him. After about half an hour, we were kissing more than we were eating, and he pulled out a punnet of strawberries from under the fruit platter cover. I squealed happily and he laughed, knowing I was excited. The strawberries turned out to be the most infuriating food, ever. Ethan would hold it to my lips, and take it away before I could bite into it. I quickly learnt he wanted me to lick it, tease it, flick it and taste it with my tongue until he let me bite it. He found a smaller strawberry and made me lick at it, but dropped it down my shirt instead of in my mouth. I shivered at the unexpected wetness in my cleavage, and told him to go get it. Ethan looked at me, his expression hungry and filled with obvious lust. His expression worried me – I wasn't sure what he would do. Kissing me hard, passionately, he started to draw his mouth down along my skin, sucking and biting at me as he kissed me. He kissed my chin, licking off the juice from the strawberry as it had knocked against my chin on the way down. Following the trail of juice on the way down, Ethan kissed his way down to my breasts, licking on top of them and sucking on them gently. I moaned, loving the attention he was paying to my breasts. He pushed me back, pulling at the scarf so my arms were freed. Laying back, I groaned as he kissed down my cleavage, tongue flicking at the line the juice had left. He moved my shirt away, tugging at it until I got fed up and pulled it off quickly. Ethan grinned at me as he saw the black lace bra I was wearing, knowing it was one of his favourites. "It matches, clever girl," he joked, before pushing it up to push my breasts out of their lacy confinements. He bent his head to suck on my nipples, sucking hard and nipping at them just as I liked. He paid attention to the one his mouth neglected as well, pinching and rolling my nipple between his finger and thumb. I gasped intermittently, always finding it a shock to feel the cooler air rush over my wet nipple, before he moved across my body to envelop the other in his warm mouth. Kissing his way back up my body, he kissed me again, moving over me so he was on top of me. Lowering himself on me, he showed off his strength by resting his body against mine but not squashing me. I kissed him back passionately, tasting strawberries on his tongue. I moaned at the taste, and licked at his lips, trying to get more of the delicious taste. "Fuck, I love the sounds you make for me baby," he groaned into the kiss, before he dropped his lower half on me, wedging me between himself and the ground. I could feel him, impossibly hard, slowly grinding against my core, but couldn't respond because I was trapped. I didn't mind though, he knew I loved when he took control so I was in my element. Groaning impatiently, he pulled the scarf off me and allowed my arms to move, half pulling them towards him. I reached up and pulled at his shirt, lifting it up enough to run my hands over his skin. I played with his nipples – they weren't really sensitive for him, but he liked the feel of my fingers rolling and playing with them. His kisses had worked me into a frenzy, and I could feel him solid between my legs, thrusting gently at me. I tilted my head back as far as I could, looking around. There was no one in sight, and I grinned up at him. "Dare to?" He looked nervous but excited at the same time, and clearly willing to give it a go. Lifting his legs off mine, he pushed his boxers and jeans down to his knees, "just in case someone comes." I let him play with my G-string before he slid it off me, testing how wet I was and how responsive to his fingers. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a condom and covered himself. Nestling himself back against me, he waited for me to move, to show him I wanted him within me. Entering me slowly, he made sure I felt every centimetre, every inch of his hard length. He made it last, feeling him slowly push his way inside me was torture and he knew it. I had to hold my breath when he pushed all the way in, and breathed out heavily, more than a sigh, as I felt his body pressed completely against mine. I felt full, and so very good. Ethan let me rest there for a moment, let me rest in the feeling of floating away in pleasure, rooted only by his flesh over mine – before he started to move. And then I was everywhere. Flying; falling; screaming; moaning – filled with the pleasure he brought me. He knew how to angle his hips perfectly to slide over my sweet spot, and then when that became too much, how to move away and hit me deep; each time a perfect mark, just where I needed it. He kissed me, his tongue mimicking his thrusts, and I screamed for him each time he left my mouth. We came together, crying out to each other, then after we just held each other, panting. I felt sleepy, sated, and curled up against him. I know men don't like to cuddle after sex, but Ethan fell asleep next to me for a while, as I felt comforted under his arm. I must have slept too, because I woke to see him packing up the food, and placing it back in the bags. "Hey," I whispered, rolling onto my side to watch him. I was dressed again, he must have done it for me, but I didn't mind. Something felt different, but I couldn't pin point the problem. "Hey yourself. That was quite a ride, hey!" He laughed, bending down to kiss me. "I loved it. We should do that more often!" "Which part, sweetheart? Sex in a park, me feeding you, or..." he trailed off. "All of it!" I grinned, laughing in return. I stood up, and helped him pack everything up. As I started to walk to the exit, I noticed what was strange. "Hey babe..." He just laughed at me and patted his pocket – a froth of black lace was peeking from his right jeans pocket. I just shrugged and continued to walk, knowing the absence of my underwear would be impossible for him to ignore. Driving home, I was proved right – he couldn't help himself for giving me another orgasm on the seat next to him; instructing me to put my feet up on the dash and to use his left hand to bring me to a quivering mess. Sarah's House Ch. 04 He stopped on a quiet street a few blocks away from my house, and parked the car. "What's up?" I asked, unsure at what was going on. "I want to try out something, a kind of fantasy for me." Ethan answered shyly. "Which one?" I asked teasingly. "I want to go through a drive - through, and I want you to suck me as I do." His eyes burned into mine as he asked, and he was rewarded with my answering grin. "Hell yeah! I think it's your turn to cum in here now, let's do it!" Turning around, Ethan pulled out onto the main road as my hands fumbled with his pants, opening them as quickly as I could. He was semi - hard already, and growing to his full length quickly. I took him into my mouth, feeling him swell in my mouth as I ran my tongue over his head. Licking my way around his head - tasting the precum beginning to emerge from the slit, flicking my tongue over his ridge; I giggled as he groaned loudly, praising me for my 'talent'. He pulled into McDonalds, his movements jerky as he tried not to thrust his hips into my mouth. I started to stroke his shaft, taking only his head into my mouth, and sucked it as I swirled my tongue over him frantically. "Whoa-" He said, just before the speakers asked him what he would like to order. "Umm... I want... an... um... cheeseburger?" He coughed, trying to clear his throat, before hesitantly upgrading it to a large meal. "Will that be all?" The speaker ground out, and Ethan looked down at me, pumping his shaft with my hand. "Do you want anything?" He asked, and I shook my head, humming "mm-mm". Ethan almost cried out, grabbing my head and pulling me off him. "No, that's enough," he panted out the window before driving the few metres ahead, whispering to me, "I just needed a break - too much -" Nodding, I squeezed the base of his shaft where my hand was resting. Ethan looked at me, and whispered, "you're fucking amazing." I smiled at him, pleased that he was enjoying it. The lady came to the window, a pretty brunette with a lip ring in the right side of her bottom lip. Before she looked inside the car, I dove back down on him, sucking as much of his length as I could into my mouth. Ethan gasped loudly, and the lady hesitated in her recital of how much Ethan owed for his meal to stare inside the car at my head bobbing up and down in his lap. "Oh, my..." she gasped, before giving Ethan a huge grin. He just grinned back at her, before holding the back of my head down so I took his full length into my mouth. I looked up at him as best I could, then at her. Holding me by my hair, Ethan pulled me fully off him, showing off his saliva - drenched length to her. Making eye contact, she just stared as I grinned at her and dove back down again, kissing his pubic bone before he pulled me off again. "That's... no money at all. I think you deserve a free meal - she's certainly getting one!" The lady - Imogen, her name tag stated - grinned at us, before ushering us on to the next window. Ethan drove to the next one, where Imogen was waiting for us with our meal in a takeaway bag. I could see she had scribbled on the bag as it passed by my face, and I grabbed at it to read her number scrawled on the brown paper bag with black marker. I raised my eyes to look at her, and winked, giggling at her lust - filled expression, and then moaning as Ethan twitched in my mouth at the feeling of my laughter. He was close, I could tell, and I put my free hand on his thigh, silently telling him to stay where he was. I did everything I could to make him cum as quickly as possible, sucking, licking, squeezing, stroking. Imogen watched, her tongue tracing her lips as she watched his hips thrust up towards my mouth. Massaging his balls in my other hand, I felt them tighten, letting me know he was about to cum. Humming and sucking a little harder, I was rewarded with the warm taste of his cum. I was grateful he had already cum for me in the park, because my mouth was quickly filled. Sucking quickly to make sure I got all of his cum, I lifted up and showed Imogen my full mouth. Swallowing for her, I grinned again, giggling at her shocked expression. She smiled back, jealousy clear in her eyes. "Seriously - call me!" She groaned, before blowing us a kiss. Ethan gunned the car and we drove off, as I started to program her number into my phone. Fun times ahead!