0 comments/ 102860 views/ 0 favorites Lifelong Friend By: Tundra Growing up in small town on the prairies and the 1950s, held a vast storehouse of lust filled fantasies for many young men and women. It was an era when the young married ladies of the day hardly dared to set foot outside of the house without looking or trying to look like the glamour models that they read about in Life magazine. The only time this cardinal rule was broken was when there was an important social event or dance that evening, on these rare occasions you might see the women doing some last-minute shopping in rollers. For the most part young ladies in question would do their utmost to ensure that the eye makeup, the lipstick, the hair, high heels were well cared for, stylish and the best of her ability, a complete ensemble. This is the way I remember the ladies of the 1950s, one in particular my neighbor. Her name was Grace and at the time of this story would have been approximately 43 years old. She stood barely over five feet, a well-proportioned lady, with an olive complexion. She wore her curled brunette hair shoulder length with a soft waving bang drifting over the left side of her forehead. Summer months always found her in soft, translucent against the sun, button down the front cotton print dresses. As a youth growing up I had always been attracted to her, she was always pleasant, quiet and very self-assured. Her husband worked away from home, often been gone for months at a time. Throughout my teen years I often found myself at her house. Overtime this presented many opportunities to catch glimpses of her in her daily routines. The houses back then had no air-conditioning, resulting in the top three buttons of her dress been left undone. I remember the day well, having just turned 18, I had gone to her house to tell her about my basic training. It was a hot day for fall and she was doing laundry, the washing machine was located in the basement. This meant there are many trips, carrying an overburdened laundry basket up and down the stairs. We had both gone into the basement, it be the coolest place in the house. We engaged each other in "catch up chat" the only light coming from one small casement window. The humidity was very high, a light sheen of moisture glistened on my tee shirted arms and the often glanced at valley of her chest. She made repeated trips up the stairs to replenish the laundry basket this enabled numerous opportunities to glance up her dress. The click of her heels, the whisper of tan nylon and the toned flesh just above the dark nylon tops. My brief military shorts were soon divulging my desire. My predicament did not go unnoticed, her already merry eyes twinkled with amusement and a little something more. I was soon to notice that a fourth button had been opened at the top her dress, the thin material of her brassiere now plainly showed the outline of her erect nipples. Often in the course of folding the laundry she would brush up against me, often pressing her body against my back. Finally working up enough nerve I turned to face her, rather than stepping back I found her looking up in my eyes as she pressed into me. Not a word was spoken as her right-hand came up to cup the back of my neck to draw my lips to hers. The kiss was electric sending tingling shocks throughout my body; softly she nibbled my lips and began to explore my mouth with her tongue. Every fiber in my body was being overwhelmed by pure erotic desire. The kiss consumed us melting us one into the other, our bodies began to sway in a rhythm shared by few. I felt her tapered, red polished finger nails push their way down the back of my t shirt pausing at the belt of my shorts only to begin digging at the base material of my t- shirt. The t-shirt soon discarded, our hands began a duel for supremacy over my belt buckle. Retreating from that lost battle my hands advanced to the remaining 5 buttons on the front of her dress. The cool air of the basement raised bumps on my flesh as I stood before her dressed only in short cotton briefs. The olive of her skin was a striking contrast to the white of her brassiere, panties and garter belt. The scents of sweat, sex and sensuality filled air with a blue electricity. We joined again entwined in a hug, the kind of hug that feels stronger than steel our lips in a relentless pursuit to consume one another. The heat of our passion, reflected like light dancing on water, bouncing off one body and back to the other. Our hands could not go fast enough, nor slow enough to drink in the velvet softness of the flesh. The final disrobing was a slow deliberate loving act. My trembling fingers, learning new skills, released the catch of her brassiere, immediately her chest pressed into mine our fingers scrabbling for purchase on each other’s back. Our hips burned into a wave of passion that crashed like sea to shore rock. Slowly she slid down to her knees drawing my cotton briefs downward in her journey. Her fingers glided up the backs of my thighs her lips danced, my legs trembled, the heat of her breath preceded the moistness of her mouth enslaving my young manhood to any of her future whims or desires. A torrential flood of sexual nectar soon rewarded this fine lady. She drew herself up beside me only to gaze deeply into my eyes as she stroked my cheek. Silently she lowered my lips to her nipple, quickly and a little roughly I raked it with my teeth and then lashed it to a hardened spike of desire. Once started my oral passion would not be stated. Her arms, armpits, nape of the neck, naval and the soft sex scented flesh of the inner tights, where devoured by reckless abandon. Ever so slowly drawing her panties off her nylon clad legs, her heat radiates up and out to me. Gently my tongue saviors the taste of her outer lips, she surrenders her nectar as her petals open in heightening desire. Her clit advances to my sexual assault rewarding me with sweet ambrosia. Our sweat slick bodies succumb in a union of pure passion, downward trust matched by her upwards thrust, until we are hurled, spent, into the comfort of one another's arms. This day a boy becomes a man; a woman becomes a lover and a lifelong friend. Lifelong Friends Chapter 1 – Time for a change Michelle cursed the alarm clock, the toaster that fried her breakfast, and of course, the traffic that was making her morning horrendous... Michelle very slowly made her way to work. Michelle had thought today would be a good day – it was Friday, the boss was out of town. It should have been cake. But, with the way her week had been progressing, this was the icing on the cake as they say. Monday morning Michelle awoke to a text message, suggesting that perhaps it was time for us to explore other options. This from Jack, the man that had just two months ago had proposed to me. Michelle knew something was going on – there had been so many business trips and late nights at the office. It was not really a surprise. The sad part about it, Michelle was not all that upset that it was over; Michelle was more upset about the chicken shit sort of way that he told her. Monday night was spent boxing up the few things that he had left at her house; Michelle just set the box on the front porch. He could get it when he wanted. Michelle tried to act casual when she saw Alex pulling into the driveway Monday night. Playing off the box in her hands as some sort of charity donation; Michelle did not want to admit any of it to him. She had known Alex all of her life; he was probably her best friend. But, it was not the sort of talk she wanted to have right now. Talking about it would lead to her needing alcohol to get the story out, and she really did not need a hangover for Tuesday. So, instead, it was a bit of idle chit chat as she tried to extricate herself before he could tell anything from her expression or tone of voice. Giving one last wave as Alex went off to check the mail; Michelle snuck into the house. Taking a few moments to take stock of her life; she chuckled a bit and walked into the kitchen for her favorite dinner... cold cereal. With bowl in hand she settled into the couch, watching some inane cooking show competition. As she sat there during one of the rare lulls that week at work, it finally hit her that now she could do whatever she wanted with her vacation. No worrying about saving up for that too expensive honeymoon that was planned. Michelle am not sure even how she had gotten all caught up in it; or even why she had said yes to Jack in the first place. She suppose it was just getting lost in the moment, doing what was expected of her, fitting in with what was regimented into her head from the start. But, as she sat back now, looking in from the outside – she was not quite sure why she had even said yes to the second date. Jack was autocratic, self-centered, and to be honest; unimaginative in bed. While he most assuredly always went to sleep satisfied; she was not more often than she was. It was straight, missionary sex only in Jack's mind; and there better not be much foreplay or light in the room either. I laughed a bit, wondering if Jack had some deformity he never wanted her to see. Shrugging to herself, she figured she was better off just not knowing. Michelle knew there had to be more to sex that what Jack was showing me; but, considering she had no experience other than him... she was clueless on where to even begin to figure out what she enjoyed. The romance novels she had read in the past though, sure did give the impression that there was a whole lot she was missing out on. Alex had grumbled under his breath. He never liked Fridays... too many couples, too many people wasting their lives, drowned in alcohol and hedonism. It also meant too many people with injuries coming into his work. He worked at the nearby hospital, working as a doctor's assistant. His friends would joke with him, call him a nurse, making sure he never forgot that he failed in med school, and only got to this position because he knew people. But it had been an interesting week, and he was just about ready to wind down... Monday morning, he was awakened by an urgent call on his cell phone. It was about 8 or 9 AM, but since he usually worked night shifts at the hospital, he was used to sleeping in late. He groaned as he saw the call was from his work. "Hello?" Alex asked with hesitance, trying to think of a reason why he wouldn't have to work that morning, a way he could get out of it. Family emergency, perhaps? "Alex, this is Susanne, you're needed to work today. There was a wreck on the freeway and we have several victims. Too many with our staff alone. Can you make it in?" Alex sighed softly, feeling frustrated. This wasn't what he had planned today. "Yeah, I can make it. Give me half an hour or so." Alex hoped he could at least get in a shower before he made it to work. "Sounds great, see you soon." Alex hung up his phone, and checked his texts. He had several. They were from his girlfriend of 6 months, Elise. She had been drinking the night before. In fact, it always seemed she was drunk. "hi babe, just txting u to let u know i miss you! :) see u when i see you." "hey how come ur not txting bak? im with the girls tonite at the bar so txt me asap thx" "omg im relli worried about u... r we ok? if were not just txt me n tell me. luv u!" Alex grumbled. She always freaked out that he wanted nothing to do with her, but in reality he was simply sleeping. Working late nights do that to a person. She was much too clingy, and the fact she loved him so much almost drove him away. He shook his head, and replied with a simple, "I love you, don't worry about us, I was just sleeping." and got out of bed. Throwing his phone in his pocket, he made his way to the shower. It took him about 10 minutes. He knew he was running late already. He ran out to his car, and saw that Michelle's car was still there. She had been his best friend since forever, neighbors growing up, but they never really had that spark between them. Perfect, since Elise was so jealous that he lived with her. He arrived at work only to find out that the number of victims in this crash was far less than what he had thought. Relieved, he helped the few patients, and went to the break room. Sitting there was little Susanne, the receptionist he always kind of had an eye on. She was about 5'6, slim waist, with large breasts and a round, cute butt. It didn't help that she liked to wear skirts. Her hair was short and fluttered out to the sides somewhat, a dark brunette. "Hello, Alex. Sorry for waking you up, did you manage to get any coffee?" She asked with a bit of a flirty smile. Alex laughed softly, almost fakely, as he sat down beside her. "Not yet, and let me tell you, it's been hell." She closed her eyes cutely, and stood up from the table, moved to the coffee machine, and poured him a styrofoam cup filled with java. "Here you are, love." She handed him the coffee, creamer, and sugar. He smiled, flitting his eyes up over her breasts, before looking at her cute face. It was so like a pixie's face. He finished up his lunch while Susanne, all the while thinking of her cute little body, how he would like to ask her on a date one day, if Elise didn't work out. He returned to work only to find out he'd have to stay much later. A call came in from Doctor Summers, asking him to put a patient under while he went to prepare for surgery. A bit of a grin came over his face when he was left alone with a patient. She was mid-thirties, blonde, with a bit more meat on her body, but very nice, shapely breasts. She was in her gown, and she greeted him with a smile. He smiled back, and proceeded to provide her with gas to put her to sleep. He tested to see if she was asleep, confirming she was, before he laughed softly to himself. Elise wouldn't know about this, about his frustration with her... virginal self. As she was under, he moved to the door, and locked it. He looked around once more consciously, before he pulled free his cock, undid the girl's gown, and gazed upon her body. He had done this before, fooling around with the knocked out girls, but he never fucked them, only fondled them. Slowly stroking his hardening length, he gazed at her large breasts, reaching with his free hand to squeeze one, to grope it. He bit his lip as he stroked harder in his lust, before moving in to flick his tongue over her nipple. He suckled on it as she stirred, but she did not wake up. Pulling his lashing tongue from her hardening little nipple, he moved down to her already moist pussy. Spreading her legs, he leaned in for a taste, dragging his tongue over her clit. Her legs trembled slightly, but his tongue lashed over it like a hungry cat lapping up milk. He felt his own orgasm coming, and he stood up, in front of her. It was against the rules to fuck the girls... his own rules, his own code. But suddenly the thought of cute little Susanne came into his head, and he lost himself. Shoving his nearly exploding cock into the girl, he thrust into her furiously for about 5, 6 pumps. He gasped, and shot his thick strands of cum up inside of her. Pulling his cock out, he did back up her gown, shocked with himself, frustrated he left evidence. Shaking his head, he finished his shift and got home. Walking to the door, he saw Michelle with a box in her hands, waiting there patiently. He cast her a gaze, one of worry, for himself and her, but chalked it up to nothing. He checked the mail, sent a text to Elise, and then went to bed. Chapter 2 – Freedom and Paranoia Alex awoke from his sleep with beads of sweat on his forehead. He woke up worrying about his job, about his life. He came inside a girl he didn't know. What if she gets pregnant, he wondered. What have I done? He shook off his nervousness as best he could, and checked the time. It was already 11 AM, but lucky for him, today he had the day off. He came downstairs in his underwear, finding Michelle at the kitchen table, talking on the phone with someone. He wondered who it was, and overheard she was fighting with Jack again. He never understood how they could be a couple, how they stayed together. He never approved, but she had something for him, he guessed. Maybe he had money. Who knew? Pouring himself a bowl of cereal, he went to the fridge for milk, only to find none. Michelle must have used the rest of it. He put the carton on the table and said simply, "Grab more when you're out, alright? Thanks." With that, he grabbed an apple and took a bite out of it. He sent Elise a text, saying to meet him at her place. She was already there, her parents were out. He wondered why she still lived at home, being 21 and all, but he never questioned it. He gave her a hug and a kiss, still kind of shaky over what had happened yesterday at work, but he hadn't heard anything about it, so he was safe for the moment. "What's the matter, babe? You seem stressed." Elise had asked him. "Just a rough day at work, her dear. I had a pretty stressful situation with one of the clients." Alex said, not exactly lying, but not saying what he had done, either. She smiled at him. "I have a surprise for you. Meet me in my room, dear." He grinned at her mischievous look. Maybe today, he'd get some. Waiting on her bed, one that was adorned with silk sheets and blankets, he laid back and waited for what seemed like forever. She came into the bedroom wearing a see through teddy, with lingerie underneath, and he got his hopes up. She moved him to the bed, and they immediately started kissing. As he moved his hand up her thigh, she stopped him, much to his dismay. "Not yet, babe. I'm not ready." He nodded and sighed in frustration. Why the build-up? He stayed there, and they cuddled and went to sleep, him reluctantly, her blissfully. When he awoke, it was already 8 or 9. She was still asleep... sleeping soundly. He woke her up to tell her he was leaving. Making his way out the door, he got a text. It was Susanne's cell number. "Hey Alex! Going for drinks on Saturday night. You should come! Bring Michelle, too. But don't bring Elise. She's a bit of a buzzkill, being straight edge and all! I'll tell you more about it at work tomorrow. See ya!" Alex grinned slightly, and thought once more returned to her and her petite little body, with the large breasts. First thing he did when he got home, was say hi to Michelle, looking anxious, excited. He invited her to the party, then went to his room, leaving the door open just a crack, as he always did, lying in his bed. Grabbing his cock free of his boxers, he stroked himself off to the thought of Susanne, not knowing he was being watched through the crack in the door. He shot his hot load over his stomach before wiping it up with Kleenex, and then he went to sleep in the nude, utterly exhausted. Michelle knew Alex had seen the box Monday night; and that he suspected something, but, it was a testament to our friendship that he let her pretend to get away with it. She knew she would tell him this weekend; and probably be greeted with his usual understanding and comfort; right after the "I told you so" of course. Michelle stopped off on the store, making sure to grab milk and some more cereal, Alex and her now and then seemed to live on those two items alone. At least he never got too annoyed when she used up the last of one or the other. Although, it usually fell to her to pick up what we needed, she did not mind the chore – he at least took care of all the annoying chores she did not want to do. As usual we did our usual him leaving as she was arriving routine on most weeknights. Michelle took advantage of his work schedule, to finally do some more in depth, so to speak, research on what she was missing out on all these years. Michelle was far too embarrassed to have him know what was really happening on her artfully hidden laptop screen, so on the rare chance we were home at the same time that week; she just hid the screen with her email if he came too close. So, she was not naïve enough to believe everything she read on the screen, any story you read is bound to have its own level of exaggeration, especially when the story you are reading is erotic. While many of them were nothing more than a bunch of words thrown together, in the pretense of having some sort of plot more than just sex – there were many that at least drew her in a bit with character development, rather than contrived storylines involving indecent amounts of out of this world sex between impossibly perfect and sexy people. Her biggest issue with all of the reading she was doing that week, was the increasing sexual need that she was building in herself; with absolutely no options for relief. Of course, that only led to her finding one of those websites where she could buy a toy. That venture was a few hours of shock, amazement, embarrassment, and imagination. Michelle did finally decide on a couple items, nothing to wild by most standards, she am sure; but was a major adventure for her nonetheless. The package arrived on Friday; perhaps the only good thing to happen to her all week. The best of it being that Alex had – to his annoyance – gotten called into work that day. So, he never saw the package at all; before it was quickly hidden away deep in her closet along with a supply of batteries. Now, she suppose she had finally joined the enlightened group of women with their very own battery operated boyfriend. I was sitting in the living room watching some inane show when Alex got home on Friday night, a glass of wine in hand, counting down the time until she could get away with trying out her purchase. Michelle knew he was not going to spend the night at Elise's; she was still holding onto her virginity card as if it was some badge of honor. She was still baffled by their relationship; she never had really seemed Alex's type, especially with her stringent view on morality. But, maybe that is why he stuck with her, waiting to be the one to make her break that rule, and then he would finally tire of her, when there was no longer a challenge. Michelle had been sitting there for a few hours; thinking about it, regretting it even as she wondered why Michelle had not gotten one before. Michelle knew if she had tried it out before Alex was home and in bed; he would come home in the middle of it, with her luck. She could tell when he walked in that he was nearly ready to sleep, guessing it had been a very long day. Figuring that he would presume she had just waited up to make sure he was home safe; she followed down the hallway a few minutes later. Chapter 3 – A First for Them Both Michelle wanted to ask him where we were meeting Susanne, and if we were going to head over there together. She could not remember whether or not he was working tomorrow. In light of her new found singleness, she thought she would shop for some new outfit to celebrate. The words died on her lips though as her hand landed on the doorknob. While she had always presumed Alex was not shy about taking care of his own needs; she never had any actual knowledge of it. After tonight, she could not say that again. No matter how much she wanted to walk away, she could not draw her eyes away. His cock was definitely longer and thicker than Jack's was; although she had always presumed Jack was at least average. Her breath was quickening even as Alex's did the same. Michelle was shocked feeling her nipples pebbling in arousal, and more so by the slickness she could feel pooling in the scrap of thong, she wore beneath one of the comfy pajamas she seemed to live in around the house. Clenching her thighs together, as if that would relief some of the building tension, anything to keep from slipping her hand beneath the waistband to let that need crescendo. Watching Alex was building that craving that had lingered all week hidden away, to the point where she had to stop herself short of walking into the room. Michelle captured her lower lip between her teeth to keep quiet the soft moans that might have alerted him to her presence. There was no way she wanted this unknowningly provided show to stop before he was finished. Mentally slapping herself, she could not even believe where her thoughts had gone. Seriously, Alex and her had been best friends since before either of us remembered. He was the one she went to when she really needed someone to talk to; as she was for him. She was sure there were many that presumed we had slept together, considering we shared a house; but, never once had either of us even hinted at any desire to build something, even if only for a night. On somewhat unsteady legs, she snuck quietly into her own room; not wanting Alex to realize she had watched. She was certain he would have taunted her mercilessly for being a voyeur, teasingly suggesting she should have come in to help him out. We would both know it was not really meant as anything; but, even if she was going to be embarrassed by it for months; she didn't want him to be also. While all night leading up to this moment she had been fantasizing about some stranger in a bar, or the sinfully sexy repairman there to fix her pipes; or one of a dozen other desires she had conjured up through the stories she was reading – as she pulled out her two new toys; it was only the vision of Alex stretched out on his bed that dominated her mind. Michelle lit the few candles on her bedside tables, stretching out at first with only her pajama bottoms removed. Running the dildo along lips already swollen with desire; she kept trying to force the image of Alex's cock from her mind. But, every time she fixated on some other vision, Alex's face superimposed over the stranger's face. Michelle was slightly intimidated by the toy she selected; it seemed a bit large at first. But, considering the desire coursing through me, it was not an issue of slickness at all. It took a bit of slow advance and withdrawal before she could finally fit the full length inside of me. She felt fuller than she could have imagined. Spurred on by the fantasies she had been reading all week, and more so by the show Alex had unwittingly provided, it did not take long for the thrusting motions to become frenzied. Lifelong Friends The stroking of the dildo was nearly enough by itself to send her into orbit. Her other hand finding its way beneath her shirt, raising it higher as she undid the front clasp of her bra, fondling one full globe and then the other. The twinned sensations left her gasping, more aroused than she can ever remember being. Michelle could not resist trying out the vibrating toy however. She firmly told herself she was not still dwelling on Alex as the massaging tip met with her engorged clit; but, she was only grateful that she knew he was such a sound sleeper, when it was his name on her lips during the first orgasm she could remember ever having. Michelle did not even think of getting up for a few moments at least; it was enough to even pull up the sheet she had pushed low onto the bed. It offered some modesty and minimal warmth over her rapidly cooling body. She had planned to just close her eyes for a few moments, to enjoy the blissful aftershocks that were coursing through me. Even if it was all by herself, it was perhaps the singularly most enjoyable sexual experience she had ever had. She tried not to dwell on the negative portion of that thought, instead taking some twisted sort of pride in the fact that she was not frigid – as some implied. Of course, some of those were merely because she did not feel inclined to sleep with them. With that last thought and a secretive grin on her lips she felt into a light sleep; forgetting for the moment to clean up and put away the toys. Alex awoke during the night after getting a call on his cell phone. It was Elise, of course, reminding him he had left his check at her house. He grumbled slightly and told her he'd get it tomorrow, and that he was going out of town. It was a lie, of course, he would be getting drinks with people from work, including Suzanne. He still could not get her out of his mind. Pulling the band down on his boxers, he revealed his thick cock once more, and clasped his hand around it. He let out a shudder of pleasure, as his hand began working the thick length, up and down, speedily. The image in his mind was simple. Elise standing to the side, watching, as he railed Susanne from behind. It was a simple pleasure for him to imagine tormenting his girlfriend, but it sure got him off. As precum leaked from the tip of his length, he realized he had no kleenex since he used the last of it earlier. Rising up from his bed, cock in hand, he opened the door a crack, and walked into the hallway. It smelled like the hot scent of a wet cunt, and his nose immediately took it in, letting out a shudder of pleasure, even though he was a bit confused. Had Michelle had anyone over, he wondered? Was it Jack? He moved to her bedroom and opened the door just a crack, finding Michelle lying on her bed, in the nude, with the blanket pulled over her, toys surrounding her body. Sex toys. He chewed his lip at the thought, he presumed of course that she masturbated, he had almost busted her once before, but never this... blatant and delicious. He let out a heated sigh, and moved to the bathroom, beating one off into the toilet. Hot, thick strands of his milky cum sprayed onto the floor and into the bowl, and he set out to clean it up. Wiping down the bowl, he then moved back to Michelle's room, and stood over her sleeping, naked form. Curious about her physique (she always kept it quite concealed, like the prude she was thought to be) he slid the covers over her large breasts, staring at the still hard nipples. He bit his lip, she looked so much like a sleeping patient. Alex grinned, pulling the sheet over her body once more, picking up her toys, smelling her scent, dragging his tongue over them to taste her. He was always a bit of a pervert, but this would make her blush. Placing the toys on her dresser, he left the room, and went back to bed. Chapter 3- Bar Time Alex awoke in the morning with a grin on his face. Today was Susanne's party, and he was very excited. He went downstairs to find Michelle at the table, eating cereal again. The girl sure loved her cereal. Immediately, he remembered last night, her naked form, the toys, and how he had set them up for her to see she had been busted. "Had a good night, did you?" Alex asked with a cheesy grin, seeing how flushed she became. "It's alright, I didn't see anything, but next time, lock your door, okay? I came in to see if you made it home okay, especially with the troubles you've been having with Jack." "I-... I don't know what to say, Alex. Things just weren't working out..." She started, before going into a tangent about her and Jack's trouble. Alex waited for her to finish, before giving her a few sage words of advice. He finished talking to her as if he had seen nothing last night, it was a special thing they did together. Pretending there was nothing wrong, even if there was the proverbial elephant in the room. He tussled her hair before getting dressed, and making his way to Elise's place to get his check. They made out for a few hours, but she would never let him get his hand past the panties. He grumbled, and with a goodbye to Elise, he made his way "out of town". Picking up Michelle from home, he could not help but drop his jaw at how nice her dress was, how it revealed her shapely breasts. He shook his head back and forth, trying to force the thought of his need for her from his mind. When he saw Susanne, it would be gone, he was sure. Getting to the bar, he noticed Susanne and her friends immediately. Michelle had conversed with a few of his male co-workers, but it was obvious she was not into them. In fact, it seemed like she stared at him more than anyone else. However, all his attention was fixated on Susanne. They flirted quite a bit, over drinks that got them both buzzed, before he got a text from her. Checking it under the table, it simply said: "Meet me in the women's bathroom, 5 minutes." Alex looked up at her with his face flushed. She shot him a saucy grin, with sluttish, sleepy eyes. He smiled, as she got up to excuse herself. Alex looked over at Michelle, who didn't realize what was happening. Sending her a text, he said, "Cover for me, cool? Susanne told me to meet her in the bathroom. I'll talk to you about it later..." With that, he got up, and met her in the bathroom. Pushing open the door with excitement, he moved to her, and she immediately grabbed him. She had worn a short cocktail dress, with her large breasts perking out from the top. He could not wait for this. She pulled him into a stall and immediately began kissing him hungrily, lashing her tongue against his, her breath tasted like some girl drink she had earlier, probably a sex on the beach. As he fell against the wall of the stall with a push from her hand, she reached down, grabbed him by the cock, and looked into his eyes fiercely, a sluttish grin on her face. "I know what you've been doing at work, Alex..." Alex had made enough comments about Susanne, over the last few weeks especially, that Michelle was not all that surprised that he would dump her in the middle of the bar with his co-workers for the chance at the girl. And normally, Michelle would have blown it off. It is not as if she was shy, she had already talked to half the group they were with; and was deciding if any of the other half were worth a discussion. But, ever since she had caught Alex masturbating, he had suddenly become this different person within her mind. Even after the morning of embarrassment when she realized Alex had caught her in her post-coital sleeping bliss – the fantasies had built in her mind. With the way the green monster seemed to rise up in her, she was shocked that Alex did not feel the piercing of her gaze like some well thrown dagger. Taking a slow breath or two, she counted to ten, a few times, trying to remind herself that this was Alex, her best friend for life that had never had any sexual intent towards her – and that she had never felt toward him. She was trying to talk herself into believing the weird quirk that made him feature in her fantasies was merely due to her sudden status of singleness. Lifting the glass to her lips, she took the last of the rum and coke in her glass; and walked towards the group at the end of the bar waiting for refills of their own. Out of the handful of Alex's co-workers she had talked to earlier, none really made her want to search out a dark corner quickly; but, at least Dan had good potential. Making sure to slip in between him and another, she thought he was introduced as Matt, she tried to get the attention of the bartender. With Dan's height over her own five foot four, he had an advantageous view down her new dress. The new dress that she had bought earlier in the day; stupidly at the time still glowing with promises of sensuality she had derived even just at her own hand; she had thought maybe at least a second glance or comment might have gotten past Alex's usual snide and/or teasing way. But, there was nothing said at all. And of course, the 'cover for me so I can go fuck someone else' pretty much ensured she was the only one that had thought beyond the 'just friends' concept, even for a minute. Well, at least Dan seemed to appreciate it, if his inability to look at anything but her chest, even as we talked was any indication. The dress, barring any thoughts of Alex of course, was definitely a boost to her ego; a much needed one. Taking small sips of her drink, she leaned just slightly into the bar, offering teasing glimpses a bit further down the low cut neckline, flirting openly with Dan. Crowded as the area was, however, Matt seemed to not want to be left out of the conversation she had interrupted and detoured. Caught closely between both of them, Michelle was in her own sort of ego heaven. Both men were almost competing to see who could hold her attention longer than the other. Each of them moving closer still, as if more people suddenly approached the bar; trapping her between them. She could feel the affect she was having on them; and was only grateful hers was not quite as blatantly obvious. Although, by her actions and quickening pulse, she was not hiding it all that well either. With some unspoken communication passing between them, Michelle found herself being led off to one of those dark corners she had thought of earlier. She was maneuvered to sit on the secluded bench seat between them in the booth. Between the shadows and cloth covered table, it was a very intimate corner. Chapter 4 – Intimate Discussions Somehow, Michelle realized one of them had gotten her a refill on her drink, since the glass was full once more. Taking a long sip, she nearly choked; it was not the same single shot mix she had earlier – this one was most definitely a double, or more. Just one swallow and she was already not quite feeling herself. She went to set it down, trying to be smart and keep her head about me; but, after a few moments picked it back up for a fortifying drink. Both of the men were leaning in, talking in low whispers. She could feel the warmth both from the caress of their warm breaths as well as her own rising arousal. Trying to pay equal attention to them both was overwhelming her; never having been the center of even half this much focus. Michelle was definitely out of her league; and was enjoying every minute of it. This would serve as a good lesson to herself that she was desirable; that the lackadaisical attitude Jack gave her more and more was his problem, not hers. Finding not a single objection as she felt Dan's hand slowly creeping a light caress along her thigh; he became more emboldened. She started slightly, as a second hand joined the first, one on each of her thighs. The touches becoming more insistent, Michelle did not even fight them as they started inching her knees further apart. Michelle turned toward Matt to respond to some inconsequential comment he made, instead finding his lips pressing to hers. Her shock left her lips parted, the words forgotten as the kiss deepened. The silk lined sheath seemed to tighten on her body, her large nipples tightening, breasts plumping with a need to be touched. She eagerly returned the kiss; even as she felt them lifting her thighs slightly, raising them to lay over one each of theirs. She was still nearly covered by her skirt, although it was raising dangerously high. If Michelle had been thinking at all, she would have been even more secure knowing that the table cloth would keep her covered from anyone not at the table with them. Feeling a bit brazen, she reached her hands down, moving them down the men's stomachs in twinned caresses, seeking out the hard length she knew was tightening their jeans painfully. The sensual kiss breaking at the urgence of Dan's hand at Michelle's cheek, her kiss-swollen lips were once again tantalized with a deep kiss. The two each had such differing styles, but, both were helping her to lose her usual reason and composure. Michelle had completely forgotten where they were and who was around them. She was like a starving woman set before a buffet of gourmet delights. She was not sure which of their hands began pressing along the gusset of her thong; not much of a barrier at all, it did give easy testament to her craving need. Another hand was on one of her breasts, tormentingly teasing the cloth covered nipple. In the morning she might regret any or all of her actions; but, for now she was tired of being the frigid prude everyone presumed her to be; and at least she could take consolation that it was not her co-workers she was so wantonly cavorting with. Alex may have to deal with a comment or two from them come Monday morning; but, she... was home free. She did not have to actually face them ever again. If only it was Vegas, she might actually believe that "what happened here, stayed here." Michelle's hands lewdly stroking their cocks through their jeans, as the questing finger slipped beneath the thin silk of her thong, delving over her slick folds to center upon her clit, bringing her to a new level of fevered pitch. Alternating between the two pairs of lips she lost track of whose kiss was whose; too lost within the sensations. Dan or Matt at least had the presence of mind to make sure her mouth was fully seated against theirs as her orgasm tipped over the edge. Totally unprepared for it, even having fought against it taking hold; her scream would have surely brought the whole bar down upon them. He slowly stroked her through the last bit of aftershocks, slipping his hand, Dan's hand from between her thighs, dragging the calloused tip over her lips painting them in her arousal before she watched wide-eyed as he licked the glistening juices from his finger. Not to be left out of the sensation, Matt turned her had back to him, licking the sweetness from her mouth. Chuckling softly, Dan asked, "So, your place or ours, Michelle?" Taking a moment and a brief look toward the bathrooms, she had not seen Alex come back out; but then she was a bit distracted recently. With a deceptively knowing smile, she looked from one to the next, "Better be yours; not sure mine is private enough tonight for this." Alex had looked at Susanne questioningly, as she gripped his cock through his jeans. He let out a soft moan as she stroked it, leaning in to hungrily kiss his neck. He would have been more into it, were it not for her sudden admission of knowledge. He stammered a quick, "Oh... oh you do?" To which she nodded, and dropped to her knees. He leaned back against the wall of the stall, sweating bullets. She stared up at him with lust filled eyes, slowly unbuttoning her blouse, letting her large breasts fall free, suspended only by her black lacy bra. "I saw what you did, Alex, how you came inside that patient... you didn't know I was in there with you, did you?" She smiled up at him coyly, biting her bottom lip, sucking it between her teeth. Alex leaned his head back, as she unzipped his jeans and wrapped her large, round breasts around his cock. She chuckled as he let out a soft moan, pushing her tits together, squeezing roughly, and beginning to bounce. He could not believe she was doing this... he had a girlfriend, after all, and she knew it. He panted in pleasure as she increased her pace, the tension in his balls unbelievable, and hard to control. As he nearly came, she pulled her tits off of him, and stroked him roughly. "Cum on my tits, Alex, make me so messy with your cum..." She said this, as her hand slipped under her skirt, and she began toying with herself. He could not control himself, unleashing his thick white cum all over her face, all over her breasts. She leaned down to lick the rest of his cum off of him, a strand hanging from her lips. Alex groaned in pleasure... and she stood up, looked him in the eyes. "I have a boyfriend, so you can't touch this pussy... but you'll pay me one hundred dollars a week to keep my mouth shut, is that clear?" She stared at him, defiantly. "And if you so much as miss a payment, not only will I talk to the chief surgeon, I'll tell your little girlfriend about us, too." With that, she shoved him against the stall, and walked out. Alex felt angry, betrayed, yet all the more aroused. She was a real piece of work. He stormed from the bathroom only to find that not only was Susanne gone, but Michelle was nowhere to be seen. He took a quick walk to his table, and found that Dan and Matt weren't there. "Where is Michelle? And for that matter, Dan and Matt?" Alex looked almost concerned. Michelle would never do this if she was sober, take off on him. One of his friends, a douche from work named Ryan, motioned to a table across the room. Between Dan and Matt was Michelle, obviously enjoying their conversation. It wasn't until he came closer that he noticed it wasn't conversation she was enjoying. Matt kissed her as Dan was very obviously finger fucking her. "What's going on here, guys?" He asked, angrily. "Nothing, man, chill out. Michelle's just having a good time." Dan replied, his hand obviously busy. Michelle looked dazed, and he could tell she was clearly drunk. Her soft moans even in his present state showed him as such. "Well you better get your fucking hands off her, Dan. And you too Matt, for that matter. You think she'd even look at you if she weren't pissed drunk? You good for nothing sons of bitches." Alex was furious, but Michelle looked rather elegant tonight. He had hardly noticed earlier, but seeing her like this... what a slut she seemed to have become these past few hours. "Relax dude, we were just talking. Don't be such a hardass." Dan said this defiantly, but Alex would have none of it. He grabbed Dan's arm and pulled him out of the booth, noticing the thick scent of pussy in the air. Dan wasn't too pleased, but Alex was much stronger than him, and he backed down. He threw an arm around Michelle's waist, picked her up, stalked out of the bar, and threw her in the backseat. The way she landed caused her face to fall into the leather seat, her ass to raise, exposing her thong from under her skirt. Her pussy was sticky wet, and so appealing. He shook the thought from his head, and got into the front seat. He drove her home with two thoughts on his mind. Michelle's pussy, and Susanne's blackmail. He brought her inside, and she moaned as he threw her on her bed. She said softly, "Dan... is that you?" She opened her eyes, clearly drunk. "Alex... I can't believe... what I was doing..." Alex agreed, and turned her onto her side, to which she smiled stupidly. She looked so much like one of his patients... then a thought fell over him. Chapter 5 – Hazy Intimacy Alex could not resist the temptation the nearly sleeping girl gave him. He went into her dresser, searching through her socks and panties. Taking two clean socks from the drawer, he tied them both together, and set them on the bed. He searched her room high and low, searching for something... and with a gleam in his eyes, he found her dildo. It was washed, but he remembered her use of it the night before... and smirked. Placing it on the bed as well, he leaned in to her head, giving her a soft kiss on the head. She responded immediately, turning her lips to kiss his. He was shocked, but she seemed dazed, out of it. Lifelong Friends "It's too bright in here, Michelle. I'm gonna shut off the lights, okay?" She shifted in the bed. He wondered if she had developed feelings for him lately, the way she looked at him shined so brightly all that night. He went to the light switch and flicked it off, closing the door, as if he had left. He could hear her moan his name, as if to call him back, and he felt that his moment to wrap the socks around her eyes, to blindfold her. She made no move to stop him, her ass raising off the bed, as if a cat in heat. He moved behind her, and slowly worked her thong off her hips. She responded, raising her hips, closing her legs tighter, her pussy glistening even in the moonlight that her open window offered. He leaned in and dragged his fingers over it, feeling her body tense. Jack must not have been very big, he thought to himself, as he felt how tight she was. He entered her with a finger, and she let out a loud moan, immediately grabbing the pillow, biting down on it. He worked his finger in and out of her, as her slutty hips threw themselves back onto it. It was then that he realized he did not need the dildo at all... kicking it to the floor, he undid his jeans, and drew up her short dress. She fell onto her side in a drunken stumble, and he helped her semi-undress herself. Her breasts were larger than he had remembered, perky and her nipples were tight. He moved her to her hands and knees once more, closing her legs, to which she moaned again. He pressed his thick cock head into her slit, wondering if it would fit, but her soaked hole made it easy as he glided in. Her body seemed on fire, shocked, her round, tight ass rocked back against him. He threw his head back, in passion, as his shaft seemed to impale her. She cried loudly in pleasure, each slap of his sack against her clit setting her aflame. Before he knew it, he was close to cumming, and he could tell she had already came several times. Suddenly, a sound erupted from the floor... her cellphone. He pulled his cock out of her, and checked who was calling. She was needy, hungry, her body angling toward him, inching toward the edge of the bed... but it was Jack on the phone. He stood behind her, and answered it. "Hello?" Alex asked, hesitantly. "Hello, Alex? Is Michelle there? Why are you answering her phone?" With little warning, she rocked her hips back, taking his full length. He tried to conceal his moan, his hips acting on their own, pounding into her. One hand on her hip, and one on the phone, he replied, "I, uh... I took her, um... home. She was..." He placed the phone on mute, and cried out, "God damn, that pussy... I'd have never thought... Jack's on the phone..." Her hips only rocked faster at this comment. "Hello?" Jack asked, unsure if he was there. Alex unmuted it, "Sorry, I'm kind of busy... uh, yeah, I took her home safe, she had a bit too much to drink..." Jack's voice sounded calm, almost relieved. "She wasn't answering her texts. But I trust you to take care of her, to take her home safe. Any men looking at her? I know we broke up, but I'm concerned." Alex had the phone muted, luckily, when Michelle cried out, "God, Alex!" He unmuted it once more, "No, Jack, listen... call back tomorrow. I'm not sure she wants to talk to you... umph..." His cock twitched, as if about to cum. "Listen, man, stay out of this. What are you, her boyfriend? I'll call her when-" Alex hung up the phone after Jack's sudden outburst. He let out a loud cry, placing his hand on her lower back, pounded into her sticky sweet, slick pussy with extreme force. His sack slapped her little clit, and even as the phone rang again, he did not stop. He was into it too much. His cock erupted and he could not bring himself to pull out, spraying his thick cum deep into her pussy. Jet after jet flowed from it, and he fell to his side, exhausted. She smiled at him, stupidly, covered in sweat... and he kissed her on the forehead, before getting up, dressed, and to his room. As he pulled the covers over him, he realized he left her thong and dildo on the floor, cum in her pussy, and... oh god, he remembered she stopped taking her birth control a few months before cause it gave her acne. Little to be said, he had a difficult time falling asleep that night. Even with the curtains drawn, she would have mentally blessed Alex for that forethought, except at this moment, even thinking was painful. One hand over her eyes, the other blindly swinging about to make sure her room had not changed causing her to bump into something, she began cautiously moving toward the bathroom for aspirin. A few steps from her bed, her big toe came in contact with something, which then skittered across the floor. With the aspirin taken, she tried to open her eyes, slowly of course, to accustom herself to the brightness. A cool cloth over her face and the back of her neck furthered her cause of returning to the living. She barely remembered anything from her barely concealed jealousy flare as Alex went off with that bimbo. There were snatches of memories coming back to Michelle slowly; the few she had remembered she wished she could have forgotten. She was sure she had at least a handful of shots, along with her other drinks; not that it would have really accounted for the hints of memory that were hanging out in the fringes of her mind. With a long drawn out sigh, Michelle made an effort to ignore her headache, just grateful it was the weekend. Returning to her room, she grabbed her robe off the closet door, closing it made her realize that she was still wearing the dress from last night. She must have tossed and turned all night, considering the barely there state of her little black dress. Smirking, she was glad that Alex was not around, or she was sure to never hear the end of it; had she flashed him. Quietly shutting the door behind her, Michelle stripped out of her disheveled dress, tossing it off to the pile of laundry. What she realized next was enough to make her fall speechless back onto the bed. She was thong-less. Michelle distinctly remembered putting it on last night. Breath held, she rushed back into the bathroom, putting on the robe even as she dashed in; turning around in circles; thinking perhaps she was so drunk she just left them behind after using the toilet? Michelle stifled the scream of frustration, not finding them there; hoping Alex was still asleep she was back in her room in a flash. Covers were flying, pillows tossed from one side to the next. Finally! Just under the edge of her bed she found the scrap of lace. Of course, while she was searching for her thong, she also found her vibrator. For a few breaths at least, she contented herself with the fact that maybe, just maybe, she had just been so horny from her encounter at the bar that she had to take care of it herself. For a few moments she began to relax. Right up until she realized she was staring at a perfectly clean vibrator; if she had used it, it would have been so clean. It was unlikely she would have gone and cleaned it up and then not put it away. Once again her heart began racing. Judging from the bit of soreness she was feeling, she definitely had sex last night. Forcing herself to remember, she recalled sitting in the booth between Alex's co-workers. She remembered she was definitely out of control; allowing the both of them far more leeway than she would have ever normally. But, as she concentrated, she was near positive there had been nothing more than hands and tongues being used. Yes, there was definitely no fucking going on at the bar. Details were becoming more fuzzy as time progressed though. Alex definitely caused a scene in the bar; and definitely brought her home. Michelle began shaking her head at the next thought. "No... no, Alex wouldn't have taken advantage of me. Hell, Alex has never even hinted at anything but friendship." Michelle mumbled to herself. Michelle grabbed her phone off the nightstand. Grimacing as she saw the dozen or more text messages from Jack. She gave them only a cursory glance as she hit delete one after the next. "What an ass, seriously, he breaks it off then has the nerve to pretend concern?" she complained. Next, were the missed calls. Luckily, not as many voicemails as missed calls. She must have given Dan her number, since one was from him. "Can't believe how hot you were tonight. Give me a call, let's pick up where we left off, babe." Rolling her eyes at the voicemail, she deleted it; moving on to the next. There were a few "Where the hell are you? Why aren't you answering my texts?" calls from Jack. Again, those were deleted almost as soon as she heard his first comment. It was the last one that had Michelle totally perplexed. "Alex.... Alex, you better answer the next call. I don't know what the hell is going on there, but, you better bet I will be calling Michelle in the morning to find out!!" Without thought, she just deleted every following voicemail. Numbly, she tossed off the dress, as she entered the shower. She did not want to look, but, it was better to know as soon as possible. Biting lower lip she held tears back, when she found proof that she had engaged in sex last night, there dried upon her inner thighs. Considering all of her memories, her options, it all boiled down to two things. No matter how many times she tried to consider an alternative – It had to be Alex. She could be pregnant. Chapter 6 – Reality from Hazy Dreams Michelle dried off almost in shock after her revelation. She tried to keep to her normal routine, if only because her mind was a bit numb still. "What am I going to do? How do I even ask him? How stupid is this? How stupid could I have been?" Were really the only thoughts she had, one after the next, over and over again, in a taunting vicious cycle. "Maybe he will have the decency to look ashamed or something at least? Give it away before I have to voice it? Yeah, like I will get that lucky." Michelle mumbled as she left the sanctuary of the bathroom, heading toward the kitchen and much needed caffeine. "Ugh, can I even have caffeine now?" "Yep, it's officially morning, sun's up, you can have your caffeine." Alex jokingly answered. Not realizing Alex was already at the table, Michelle jumped when she heard his reply. "Shit, you scared me Alex, don't do that!" Giving a small shrug, she figured one dose of caffeine was not going to hurt her, and grabbed a can from the fridge. "There is an omelet in the pan for you. Did you want some toast with it?" Alex asked. Michelle rose a single brow as she looked at him. "Hmmm, generous this morning, aren't ya?"she asked him. While it was not totally out of character for Alex to make enough breakfast for both of them, she was already picking apart things to see if she could somehow just "know" for sure what she was trying to not admit to believing. "And sure, toast would be great." Michelle tacked on after a moment. "Nah, just figured after how much you were stumbling around last night, you would have one helluva headache this morning." Alex taunted, quickly turning back to grab the toast as it popped up. After just a minute or two, he set the plate down in front of her, going back to finish off the last of his breakfast and coffee. Both seemed at a loss for words, something that never seemed to be noticed before. But, right now, at least to Michelle the silence was nearly oppressive. Clearing her throat, she figured small talk would be better than nothing, meaning to ask him what the plans were for the day, instead what came out was... "Did we fuck last night?" She felt her entire body flushing heatedly with embarrassment. Her eyes closed, because there was no way she could look at him, after that first look of shock that she glimpsed. Not that Alex helped any, with his usual sarcasm taking off perhaps before, and again as usual, before his brain kicked in. "Trust me, Michelle, if I fucked you, you'd remember." Michelle almost wavered on her conviction that what she thought she remembered was not just some farfetched alcohol-induced dream. But, after all these years as Alex's best friend, she did know the difference between his usual bravado and when he was just trying to hide something. This was one of those times. Using her best look, conveying disbelief, humor, sarcasm, with its own touch of intimidation – learned at the feet of both of their mothers; Michelle tried to pin him with that stare. Alex would not quite meet her gaze. She knew then that it was true, beyond a shadow of a doubt. The longer they sat there, looking and not looking at each other, the more Alex began to fidget. Not actually trying to ignore his response, but, not letting it get to her; she tried to come up with the next question. All she could come up with was... "Why, Alex? What happened last night to change everything?" She did not want to cry, although tears did seem to threaten again. Emotionally, her entire world had just flipped off its axis on her. Quiet again ruled the kitchen table. This time however, she was trying not to focus on that. Instead, she just watched Alex; watched as he tried to come up with some sort of explanation. One that was actually valid. Or at least one that he figured she would believe. She could not resist tacking on the end, "You do remember I stopped taking the pill months ago, right? What happens if I am pregnant, Alex?" Michelle's voice broke on the last bit of the question. She buried her face in her hands, the crying jag, shaking her slender frame. For as long as her memory could go back; any time the cards seemed this stacked against her, the first person she would have run to vent to, to get advice from, to save her... was Alex. Now that Alex was the sole focus of why she was off-kilter, and was so unsure she would ever get back to balanced – now what was she supposed to do? Who was going to hold her, calm her down, give her just that perspective she needed to make it through whatever was coming at her? Alex looked at Michelle with blank eyes. Of course he knew these things. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to continue his joking manner, one that always worked to cheer her up when she was depressed. He wasn't sure now was one of those times. Sitting down at the table across from her, he decided now was better than ever. "Look, Michelle, I..." He stopped himself, trying to capture his thoughts, his words properly. "I made a stupid mistake last night. You were drunk, I know that doesn't excuse me, but, hear me out..." His hand fell to her shoulder, fingers softly caressing the soft flesh behind the fabric. "I was a bit buzzed, Susanne got me worked up, and I guess... I fucked up. I'm sorry, Michelle." His eyes lowered to the table. "If you're pregnant, if you truly believe you might be, I'll...I'll go get you a morning after pill. We'll get that solved. I'm a damned fool..." His eyes seemed to water now. Michelle was his rock, who he went to with his issues. Now between them, they had not only a breach of trust, but possibly a child. Michelle let the tears flow from her eyes when he mentioned the morning after pill. She was never one for terminating life, even if it were nipped in the bud. It went against what she was taught. He lowered his gaze, and finished his coffee. The taste was as bitter as he felt towards himself these past few days. "You know I can't give up this child, if it is already inside me, Alex! Why?" She cursed him, yelling these words through choked back tears. Alex looked away, he himself fearful. He had a few texts from Susanne he had received that morning, reminding him of the deal, of the blackmail. Now this on top of it? He could barely stand the thought. He could be the father of TWO children, if the woman he came inside but a few days prior was also pregnant. How could he allow himself to be so careless? He adjusted his collar. "I have the day off today... but work tomorrow. Listen..." His hand worked her shoulder, reassuringly. "I'll stay here and take care of you, alright? Do you want anything?" Michelle stared up at him with angry, hateful eyes. "Yeah, I want my life back, asshole. How could you do this to us? Get out of here. Get out of my fucking face!" She screamed at him, throwing his hand from her shoulder. He stepped back, and decided to leave it at that. "Fine. You have my number, if you need to reach me." With that, he stormed out the door. Heading into his car, he slammed shut the door and sat in it for a few minutes. His head was spinning. Elise would give him comfort, for the time being. He would not tell her what had happened, yet. She would probably leave him sooner than later once he did, he would have to eventually. Kicking the car into drive, he headed to her house. Once again, she was home alone. Her pretty hair scaled down her shoulders as he entered her room. "Alex! Babe!" She ran up to him, and gave him a massive hug. He sat on the bed, looking confused and troubled. "What's the matter? You seem upset." Alex shook his head. Now was not the time to tell her. If Michelle was not pregnant, then it could be just a drunken mistake, and maybe it would blow over in time. "I just had a bad night." Her eyes lit up, "How was your trip? You're home early?" Alex's eyes widened. He had forgotten that he told her he was on a trip for a few days. "I came home. I got in a fight, and well... I just need the comfort of your arms." He looked to the side, to the floor of her bed. Elise's panties sat on the floor, clearly wet. He then noticed the sweet scent of pussy in the room, and realized just moments ago, she must have been playing with herself. She wrapped her arms around him, "Well, sweetheart... I've just the thing to cheer you up..." She leaned back on the bed, and spread her legs. Her glistening pussy sparkled in the light of the room. "I'm ready. I've been waiting." Chapter 7 – Priorities and Promises Alex stared at Elise as she spread her legs for him. "You're ready? I..." He looked her in the eyes. She looked so hot, but he could not escape the guilt. She was still a virgin, after all. He couldn't fuck her now, not after what he had done. He had some morals. He promised Michelle he'd look after her no matter what. It was an oath they both took as kids. "I'm not really in the-" "Maybe this will get you in the mood," Michelle said, as she turned to her stomach, lifting her ass. Her legs spread and her fingers reached down and under her body, teasing her clit roughly. He watched in awe, his cock immediately tightening his jeans. He bit his bottom lip, and began rubbing himself through the fabric of his jeans. The anticipation was killing him. He needed this, to clear his mind. His phone buzzed, it was a message from Michelle, and he read it real quickly. "alan's bar behind it hurry" Alex dismissed the text as wrongly sent, and he could not take the waiting much longer. He undid his pants, and slid his cock out of it. He had washed it clean this morning after it was caked in Michelle's juices. Seeing his thick, large cock, Elise turned around, and dropped to her hands and knees, pulling the length into her mouth almost immediately. He could tell she had next to no experience, her strokes quick and not very satisfying, but still thickening his length. He panted in pleasure, moaning hungrily, as she feasted. He reached over her body, slid his hand over her soft asscheek, and slid two fingers into her. She moaned and winced, the pain bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. She popped her head off his cock, and looked up at him sluttishly, "Take me, Alex. Take me now." She turned around, and presented her ass to him. She even went so far as to spread her cheeks. He lined his cock up with her pussy, the head inching in a bit. She was easy to please, apparently, as she came all over the head immediately. Just as he was about to enter her fully, his phone rang. It was Michelle.