2 comments/ 3658 views/ 7 favorites Too Good to be You By: HushHushCrush Walking home from the beach, Keith had a pretty good idea what it looked like. By 25, Mary was growing out of the girlish body and the baby face that she'd fought against so much in her college years. But when you put her in a bikini, let the summer bring out the freckles on her cheeks, and put her next to Keith, the cliche was staring you in the face: rich sugar-daddy leading a perky young thing around by a trail of jewelry and overpriced chocolates. Unfair (he hoped,) but there it was. When she made him stop at an ice cream truck on their way home, he bought her a popsicle with his requisite grown-up wallet full of small bills, and met the ice cream man's smirk with a steely "you wish" stare. Then Mary's little ass bounced away in her bikini bottoms, making him run up the hill to catch up with her. It was Keith's condo they could walk to from the beach, and they stepped through the door into the cool of efficient air conditioning. "So," Keith said as she threw out her gum and unwrapped the popsicle, "what else do we have planned for this date?" The only part of Mary that still refused to show her age was her voice. High and soft and musical, with just a hint of raspiness when she felt like whispering. The voice of a mischievous cartoon kitten. Or more to the point, a very horny young soprano. She made the coy smile that usually told Keith she was about five minutes away from sucking his cock. "Hmm..." she mock-pondered it with a fingertip to her lips, "I was thinking maybe you could tie my hands behind my back with my bikini top and feed me this popsicle?" Imagine the voice, and you imagine how Keith's jaw clenched. Mary flicked her hand at the front of his trunks too, to make it clear she knew she had his attention. Four and a half minutes later, she knelt on the tile of the bathroom floor, showing off how well she could slide her lips up the popsicle stick to suck the last bite from it, playfully ignoring the heat that radiated from Keith's aching erection. That voice of hers said "All done. Did I do a good job?" and Keith threw the stick into the bathroom trash can. "Yes," he decided, "very good job." "So, what's my reward?" she beamed. Her face was covered in sticky, syrupy juice, and her bare chest and stomach hadn't been spared the mess, either. "Well," Keith said seriously, "what would you like?" Mary's voice dropped a fifth to say "May I please suck your cock, sir? I promise I'll do a really good job." This was a game they both had memorized. Mary would ask, very politely, for the opportunity to blow him, and he would make her talk him into it. His favorite part was the way she slipped in and out of the role; she would bounce and wriggle while he spoke in his strictest assistant-principal voice, but the second it was her turn to speak, she played her part with a kind of innocent, stiff-postured enthusiasm, like an over-eager secretary. "Oh? And what's going to be so special about this blowjob?" "Well," Mary didn't take long think up an answer: "I've never sucked your cock with my hands tied up like this before." She twisted to show the tangle of the string bikini top he'd tied around her wrists. "If I can't use my hands, I'll have to suck it really deep. You might even have to hold me by my hair and help me do it. Wouldn't that feel good?" Keith considered it, then, magnanimously, worked his swimming trunks down over his penis and let them fall to the floor. He had a theory that certain features of a woman's face were clues that she could learn how to deep-throat. Certain noses and certain chins, when he saw them on anyone, made him wonder. Mary had the small button chin, the very slight overbite, and the short, upturned nose that were dead giveaways, as far as he was concerned. She'd never even tried it before she met him. And there she was, guiding the aching tip down the soft ramp of her tongue, carefully working her back molars past the sensitive edges of the head. She was a natural. Deep, slippery, and in total control of herself. In minutes, she flared her nostrils to breathe with the spasming, cum-gushing head mashed against her soft palate, only wrestling with her gag reflex when Keith's cum sprayed the back of her throat. It was an orgasm that made his stomach muscles clench up and his teeth grind. He let go of his grip on her hair, breathing like he'd just finished a workout, and gave her that half-unbelieving look that she loved so much. Mary tried to clear her throat and ended up dribbling a ball of semen and spit down her thigh to the floor. Keith helped her up and untied her. "Very good." He praised her, just the way she liked. "Let's get you into the shower." "But sir," she said with her brows arched high, "I didn't swallow like a good girl. Don't I get a spanking?" Keith broke character with a short laugh, but did bend her over the counter and give a few noisy swats to her little grapefruit-sized buns before he pulled her into the shower and scrubbed her clean. Mary was too much. "Too good to be true" was the thing he tried hardest not to think. Keith was a freak for blowjobs, and even he felt embarrassed by how much Mary wanted to give. Was there such a thing as too much? Maybe not. But there are things that last and there are things that don't. On their second date, Mary had brought up blowjobs in an after-dinner conversation over a second bottle of wine. He could see the gears turning. Mary was a cautious, pecky kisser, and he'd used his best trick to teach her to loosen up: "Relax your jaw", he'd coached her, "let your lips fall open naturally, and let me match their shape with mine." Viola; a real kiss. Mary felt it. Before that night was over, she'd decided to try his cock, too, but after a minute of noncommittal nibbling--as thrilling as it was for Keith to watch her kiss his dick, she could see it going nowhere--she stopped, wondering if she could ask him a "serious question". He wasn't sure what to expect, but said yes, and the serious question was "can you teach me how to suck your cock?" In that sweet, pouty voice, it had almost made Keith spill his glass. She was a brilliantly quick study, and the "teaching" had turned into her own live lab pretty quickly. She always had something new she wanted to try on him, and it always felt amazing. But it was becoming clearer and clearer to Keith, the harder Mary tried to outsuck all other dick suckers, that what he'd found in her was the jackpot of all rebounds. Too good to last. When they were both showered and dressed and back to their resting heartbeats, Mary let him take her out to dinner. She'd mentioned a Japanese restaurant downtown that she wanted to visit, and he'd remembered it. (Written down the name and looked up the hours, even.) Mary liked dating him. She like his nice suits and his new, unfailingly clean car. She liked that she could wear her nicest law-student skirts and jackets, and look like exactly the kind of girl he should be seen with. She really liked him. But she also knew she was still watching every window for her ex, Joshua, just for the fleeting chance he would see them. Tonight, he could have seen them sipping expensive sake and nibbling sashimi together by candelight. Maybe even glimpsed the sapphire pendant on her neck and seen how perfectly sapphire set off her eyes. And it would have crushed him, because he would have instantly seen what she saw: anyone could treat her better than he had. Anyone could be grateful to have her. Ecstatic, even. (Wasn't Keith ecstatic?) But to her continuing disappointment, Joshua never happened to pass through any of the places Keith took her on dates. If Allison and Joshua were together, it would have been icing on the cake. Naturally, they'd have been on a shittier, cheaper version of the date that she and Keith were on: the chewed-up Hanes to Mary's new sixty-five dollar g-strings. Then driving home in Allison's yard-sale disaster of a hatchback to have boring sex, if they had any sex at all. Would they do it in Mary's old bedroom? The thought grated on her, and she imagined kicking them both in their stupid, loser faces. "You seem preoccupied." Keith tried, an arm around her shoulder in front of a dazzling sunset. "I'm just happy." Mary said. *** Allison and Joshua actually did have sex in Mary's old bedroom that night, on a bean bag chair. It was in front of a laptop that played a porn video Joshua had picked. He was clearly angling for a blowjob, but Allison also wanted to get off, so they compromised with a little sucking and a little sex, even though it didn't quite do the job for her. When Joshua came on her face and handed her the box of Kleenex to wipe it off with, they were both still wearing their shirts. He watched pieces of a few other videos on the laptop while Allison got off with her vibrator. It was bothering Allison that Mary still hadn't returned any of her texts. It made her feel like an intruder, in Mary's old bedroom with Mary's old boyfriend, while Mary herself was back at her parents' place. They'd been roommates for years, including a year leasing this two-bedroom. Being roommates meant they had to give each other their privacy, especially in some of the places they'd shared. But Allison still thought of her as a friend. Joshua was moving his stuff in already, and she was still wondering what happened to their cool little best-buddies oasis; A place in the city they could not only afford, but could afford to throw parties in once in a while. Allison looked at Joshua and wondered, if someone had told her she was trading Mary for him, if she would have done it or not. "Hey, have you heard from Mary?" he asked nonchalantly when she checked her phone afterward. Allison glared at him. "No." *** There was a sixty-five dollar g-string clenched in the fist that wasn't pulling Mary's hair, and she was getting thoroughly, painstakingly fucked. Or, her "tight little fucking pussy" getting "plowed", according to the beautifully nasty things Keith was growling into her ear. She felt an odd sort of relief that a cock that was so tricky to take down her throat was a little challenging for her pussy, too. The date had left her wetness on a hair trigger, but it also left some tension in her muscles, which needed warming up before she could accommodate that much cock. Warming up which Keith was very, very able to provide. Experience counted, apparently. She melted for the confident touch, exactly rough enough to make her feel like a submissive, and she loved the patience with which he seduced her body. As soon as they'd got into his bedroom, though, he had told her in no uncertain terms that he was going to fuck her and that she was going to come, so there was no question about that. She'd said "yes, sir" and meant it. She always came hard with him. Tonight it was face down in his bed, legs apart, reaching one arm under her hip to touch her clit. When she got off, it came in fast, lapping waves, and Keith answered the change in her posture by fucking her deeper and faster. Being in Keith's condo also meant she got to be loud, so she tried to make the most of that. She'd never had the opportunity before, somehow, so she'd been just as surprised as Keith to learn she was a gasper/whimperer, with some gravelly cooing "ooh"s at the peak moments. Just as surprised, and maybe just as turned on, too. Every noise she made seemed to make him want to be deeper inside her, and the feedback loop was vicious. She never had multiples (yet!) but she could have long ones with the right stimulation, and Keith was learning fast. "I'm going to come," he grunted soon after her climax cooled, and she moved quickly to slide down beneath him and take his cock, alarmingly wet from her pussy, as deep into her mouth as she could. She wanted both hands but couldn't untangle in time, so she made do with one. He sounded almost angry when he came like that. Or like it felt good in a way that hurt a little. He'd told her he usually had stronger orgasms inside a woman's pussy, but Mary had swallowed every time, with him, and he hadn't complained yet. Someday, she thought, she would be able to take him pussy-deep in her throat while he came, and hold it there until he was thoroughly spent. Until then, the almost-back of her throat and a hand around the base of his shaft seemed good enough for both of them. She loved that he could be so careful not to push too deep, even in mid-orgasm on top of her. Mary cuddled up close to him afterward, half asleep in the warmth of their bodies. Keith breathed in and tried to explore the whole maze of fragrances on Mary's skin: There was the citrus smell of her shampoo, and the hairspray in her bangs. The christmas perfume from her grandmother that she dabbed on her neck, just behind the ears. And that lovely little mouth, where the mint of the gum she was always chewing, plus now all of their wetnesses mixed together. The fabric softener in the cups of her bra, the grains of beach sand still hiding between her toes. The pricey imported lingerie she liked had a thready smell that wasn't hers yet, but it didn't clash with her, either. And of course, the inimitable scent of a damp, freshly-ravaged pussy, where their scents had been mixed even more vigorously than in her mouth. It wasn't the first time he'd tried to take in all of her scents. But he was beginning to notice the other scent, underneath it all, that might have been Mary herself. He imagined her fresh out of a long, hot bath, radiating nothing but that earthy scent. "Do you want to stay the night?" he asked her. "Oh," she groaned, "I can't. I promised I'd be home." "Okay," he said, then, "someday?" Mary raised her head to look at him. She was always surprised by that timid note in his voice when he asked things like that. He could call her a "sweet little cocksucker" with all his might, but saying "stay the night" made him nervous. "You know I want to," she said delicately, "soon." *** He followed her directions to her parents' house, which was actually a pretty drive at night. He knew generally where they lived, but Mary had always met up with him elsewhere, so he hadn't seen it. It was just about the neighborhood he'd expected, for a family who could put a daughter through a decent law school. The cars were unsexy but new, and the lawns were nice. He liked imagining Mary growing up in this neighborhood and this yard. When he switched off the car, Mary was giving him a look that he could have enjoyed for a lot longer. "I had a really nice time today," she said. Keith took her hand. "I did, too, Mary." The smile spread across her face and she leaned in to kiss him. "Can I walk you up?" he asked. Mary glanced at the driveway and the clock and only said, "okay." Keith tried to get the car door for her, but she wasn't in the habit, so he met her on the sidewalk and offered his elbow instead. A motion sensor light switched on in her yard at their approach. "So, is this the neighborhood you grew up in?" "We moved here when I was in third grade, so pretty much," she said, "It's where we do Thanksgiving and Christmas most years." Keith peeked through the curtains that hung on the front window. One lamp on a nightstand showed a couch and what might have been a fireplace. Mary brushed his cheek and gave him another kiss. "Can I call you tomorrow?" she asked. "Yeah," he said, "I'll be home by seven or so. Maybe we can meet up for dinner again." She found her keys and unlocked the front door. Keith felt the moment slipping away. "You're not going to invite me in?" he asked. That was probably rude. But he hoped Mary could tell there was real hurt in his voice. She winced. "Oh, my god, no," she apologized, "I'm staying in my room from when I was, like, fifteen. I think there's still a Hanson poster on the wall," she said. She saw he was disappointed, and tried to placate it. "Seriously, this is just temporary." Meaning the housing arrangement was temporary, he reminded himself. The housing. "Yeah, okay. Sorry I asked." He said. He could see the silhouette of a woman in her pajamas through the curtain. When Mary saw her, too, she slipped through the door, blowing a kiss goodbye in a hurry. Keith heard voices through the door. Heard the words "sorry, Mom" and "nobody". "Goodnight" he said to the closed door and the motion sensor light. He drove home with too much throttle and the stereo too loud. "And what, exactly, are you so pissed about?" he asked himself. He got a trip to the beach, a killer blowjob, a fantastic dinner, a dream fuck, and two goodnight kisses. For as long as it lasted, he was making out like a bandit. What more did he expect? *** Mary was still tingling when she stepped into the shower. The breakup with Joshua left her desperate, more than anything else, to shed her skin. Nights like this one made her feel like it was working. The girl she'd been, who could stay home watching Joshua play video games all night, wouldn't even recognize the girl who wore bikinis and picked out sushi places and asked a grateful boyfriend to talk dirty to her when they had sex. The new her could tell Keith she'd had "a few" lovers before, and he never doubted it. It had hurt Keith's feelings that she hadn't invited him in to meet her parents, she knew. But it was just too much of the old her. She wanted a clean page. The past was gone, and she could be anyone she wanted to be, especially to Keith. She scrubbed her skin pink, shaved her legs, and slipped into bed in clean underwear, trying to decide if the new Mary slept on her side or on her stomach. She'd finally worked up the nerve to answer one of Allison's text messages, too. Or to text her, anyway. What she actually said was "tell your boyfriend to quit texting me?" But it eventually turned into a more diplomatic back-and-forth, and Allison invited her out for coffee. She said yes without quite deciding why. They had history, and it was bitter to see how quickly that all went out the window when Joshua started dating Allison, just days after dumping Mary for the final time. (Please, she thought, let it be the final time.) Part of her wanted the friendship back. But a newer and more energetic part of her just wanted revenge. She wanted to line up everything glamorous and brand-new in her life and parade it past Allison. Wanted to shove it in their faces til they wept. Days after everything had fallen apart, Joshua had told Mary she should really ask Allison for some advice on sucking dick. Like he wasn't piling up enough indignity just sitting there, watching her pack everything she owned into suitcases and trash bags. So not only did Joshua want someone else, he wanted Mary to know he'd traded up; That Mary was the sad, sexless one who'd been too boring to live with. The memory could still wake her from a dead sleep. It made her want to wake Keith up in the middle of the night and make him come so hard he'd shake the bed. It was that same wish that they could see her now. She, not Joshua, was the one who came out on top. As crazy as it was, she wanted Joshua to know it. Not that she was desperate enough to acknowledge Joshua's text messages. By now, she knew what it looked like when he wanted her back. God knew it had worked enough times, and every one of those times was an embarrassment to her now. But that, she reminded herself, was the old Mary. Let her rot. *** She was also noticing that, given just the right chances, the new Mary could be shockingly kinky. At least by her own standards. "I want to swallow it, sir!" She bounced on top of him, naked on his balcony. No one could see them from the street below, but it still felt exposed. And this position put him very, very deep, with a just-almost uncomfortable pressure against her cervix. She couldn't have asked for a better partner than Keith to play out all of these fantasies with. He seemed to have experience with the kind of kinks she wanted to explore, and he made very good guesses about how much was enough. He brought his hand down loudly on her exposed ass and cooed to her, "beg." Too Good to be You "Please, sir, I want to swallow your come!" There was a warble in the last syllable as another spank landed. They both knew how close she was, and Keith was guessing the combination of the spanking, the fucking and being treated like a submissive was going to make it a strong one. She made another, less coherent plea for his come, felt another spanking land on her ass, and felt an orgasm land in her belly with just as much force and shock. The sight of her shuddering and grinding on top of him made Keith's cock ache. "Don't stop," he ordered her. "Please give me your cum!" Her voice crumbled with the sensations sizzling through her, and she rode hard, groaning as loudly as she ever had. If anyone were walking past on the street, she knew, they would have heard every noise of her moaning and begging, and the idea was shocking. Shocking in a way she really, really liked. "Please," she huffed, pounding out the last few seconds of her orgasm against his lap. She felt him lifting her off and she moved quickly to get it in her mouth. This time she only took the head past her lips, and used both hands to give him tight, slippery strokes while he filled her mouth with salty gushes. When she was sure he was finished, she glanced up to catch his eye, and let the entire mouthful dribble out. It made a little puddle on his balls, and another one on his stomach. "You are such a good girl," he managed to say. "May I lick it all up, sir?" she asked politely. "You may." Stuff like that. It made her feel like she could be somebody's fantasy, and it was addictive. She slurped still-warm semen off of Keith's dick and her own fingers, and he watched her like it was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. She hoped she didn't drag it out too long before she finally swallowed it all and licked him clean. "Oh," Keith remembered when they were back inside but still mostly naked, "I got you a present." He stepped into the dining room and brought back a wrapped package, which Mary ripped open, curious. The box had a logo for a lingerie brand that she had only experienced through ridiculously dramatic ads in Vogue, before. She had to hold up the item in the box to figure out what it was. "Oh, my god," she said, turning it over. She didn't even know what it was called (a corselette? A merrywidow? Wasn't she supposed to know these things?) but it was a slinky black thing with a bustier on top and garter clips at the bottom. In with the tissue in the box was a matching pair of panties and a new pair of stockings. She'd never been given lingerie as a gift before, and it was a bit of a turn-on. The gift itself looked fabulously sexy and expensive. She looked at Keith, dazzled. It was exactly what she wanted—exactly the kind of thing the new Mary would own. It made her other new underwear part of a real wardrobe. "Keith," she said finally, "thank you. This is gorgeous." She squinted at the stitching between panels of lace. It looked like it cost a fortune. She was going to have to find a dry cleaner. Hell, she was going to have to get a wax. There was something about the look in his eyes that she adored. No excitement and no lust, in that moment, just a kind of possessive, dreamy want, like he could watch her forever. She wondered if she was blushing. "I want you to wear things that make you feel as beautiful as you look," he said. Mary huffed a hungry breath and rolled her eyes, flopping onto him in a hug. "How are you so perfect?" she asked him. She kissed him, too, and considered asking if he wanted to have that orgasm all over again, this time with her in costume. He swayed with her. "I keep wondering exactly the same thing about you." *** Mary paid for Allison's coffee the next day, mainly out of spite. Her bank account had dipped into overdraft sometime in the last week, so their eight dollars worth of flavored lattes, just like her last pack of gum, came with a $25 charge from her bank. Getting a wax before she wore that new lingerie for Keith was out of the question. She couldn't even put more money on her bus pass. Reinventing herself, it seemed, wasn't going to come cheap. Better yet, she'd managed to drop her phone getting off her bus, not just spiderwebbing the screen but killing it. But Allison wasn't going to see any of that, she reminded herself. First thing, Mary had greeted her and complimented her new dye job. For some reason Allison had switched from her naturally gorgeous, autumn-leaves red to a simpler light brown with highlights. Just like her own color, Mary realized a second too late to point it out. "Oh, thanks," Allison said with a feeble laugh, "Joshua said he wanted to see me as a brunette." "Well, it's a great color on you," Mary said, realizing they were already off to a grim start. "Thanks. And hey, check you out with the bangs," Allison said, "You look good." Good, not great, Mary thought. She'd been hoping for "great". "Are you working today?" Allison asked, indicating Mary's outfit with a wave. A simple, short blazer and a blouse. "Not today," she frowned, realizing that hadn't exactly been a compliment, "My boss is out, so I'm just running some errands." "Oh. Well, you look nice." Allison said. Still not "great". "Thanks," Mary said, "it's been a crazy couple of weeks, huh?" They found a metal table for two outside and set their purses down. Allison had been such a regular feature in Mary's imagination lately, it was strange to have her there. The last four weeks were the longest they'd gone without seeing each other in years. Allison didn't like to be the one to speak first, in things like this, but they both said some variant of "what's up?" at the same time, and Mary waited for her to go first. "Hey, I've missed hanging out with you. The apartment is a lot different without you." "Yeah, I'll bet." Mary said. "What are you guys doing with the other room?" Meaning her own room, the one where she'd slept, often with Joshua, for the last year. "Not sure yet," Allison said, "Maybe kind of an office, and we could put a guest bed in it. It's just Joshua's boxes, right now." She was watching Mary carefully to see if she was stepping in a topic she shouldn't. "Speaking of which, don't let me forget I have a box of your stuff in my car." "Oh, okay." "Anyway, how are you?" Allison asked. "What's going on in your life?" Mary put on her most carefree smile. "Oh, you know. Busy. Working a lot. Seeing friends. Doing a lot of stuff I'd been putting off, I guess." "Oh, yeah?" Allison said with genuine interest. Mary realized she'd made that last part up, unless buying nicer underwear and getting bangs counted as things she'd been putting off. So she wasn't ready for a follow-up question. Really, she'd been putting in her hours at work, watching slightly more blowjob videos online, and letting Keith spoil her. "Just seeing the city, really," she said finally, watching the cars and people inching down the road outside the patio, "there's a lot to do here, if you just look for it." Allison joined her in the people-watching. "Yeah. It's amazing how stuck you can get in a routine and not even know it." "Totally." They glanced back at each other, not quite sure where the score stood. "I know I'm the one who started seeing Joshua after you guys broke up, and maybe was a shitty move. Really, I just..." Allison got a faraway, almost bored look when she tried to pick her words, "I almost wish things could go back to the way they were." Mary wrinkled her nose. Of all the things she'd thought to herself in the last few weeks, she had never once wished things could "go back to the way they were". And what was Allison being so sad about, anyway? "Are you still staying at your parents' place?" Allison asked to break a silence she didn't like, "They basically kept your old bedroom like you left it, didn't they?" Mary watched the way her old friend prodded at the remains of the relationship. Let her squirm, she thought. She pretended to get a text on her clearly-broken phone. "Yeah, pretty much. I'm actually on my way out," she lied, "My boyfriend and I are talking about moving in together. He's got a big condo kinda near the beach, and we're getting pretty serious." Watching Allison's eyes for jealousy but seeing only surprise, which wasn't nearly as good. "Wow. Already?" Allison said doubtfully. "Was this somebody you knew before?" "No," Mary said, "we actually met a few days after I moved out. I'd been out at bars for that whole weekend, then I was at Target getting groceries, and we just started talking and totally clicked." This was a totally amusing story, and Allison wasn't giving her the reaction she wanted at all. "Well, just be careful," Allison said. "You don't want to, you know, get stuck in something because of a spur-of-the-moment decision." She said that with more sadness than a real friend could have missed, but Mary just gave her a dumb look. "Um. I don't know where that came from. You just heard about him two seconds ago." Allison shook her head, "I didn't mean it like that. I just mean it's okay to have a rebound or two, is all. You and Joshua were together for a long time." Mary gave Allison her customer-service smile, and Allison knew it. "Yeah, no. We're getting really serious," Mary said, "Keith is a great guy. Honestly, I don't know why I waited so long to get back out there. He treats me way better than... well. You know." Subtle enough? My boyfriend is better than yours. Enjoy the leftovers. "We're doing great." "That's great." Allison said. "Good luck with it, I mean." "Hey, same to you guys," Mary said with unmistakable venom, "I mean it." Then, on the spur of the moment, she leaned forward and said, "You know what would be so much fun? We should have you guys over for dinner sometime! You'd get to meet Keith, and he'd get to meet you. It would be so great to have us all together." Allison cringed. The last thing she wanted was to put Joshua, Mary, and Mary's new boyfriend in the same room together, and Mary knew it. But what can you say to a dinner invitation? "That would be great," she surrendered. The box of Mary's old things from the apartment didn't weigh much, for the size of the box. Allison had handed it to her on the sidewalk, maybe wishing it had been a less shitty gift, and they'd said their goodbyes. Mary went through it and tried to feel any attachment at all to the things that used to be hers: A dozen hair ties, a coffee mug she thought was Allison's, a charger from an old phone. Endless, half-finished packs of gum. And at the bottom, a loose stack of scuffed DVDs that she, Allison, and Joshua had watched dozens of times, burning away the evenings of more days than she could count. Why even bother packing up a box with this garbage? And who the hell was Allison to tell her it was "okay to have a rebound," anyway? She was so over Joshua he wouldn't even recognize her. She left the whole box in a dumpster in the alley. By the time she got to her bus stop she was crying. She wanted to call Keith to come and pick her up, even though he was at work. Maybe he could take a long lunch, or something. It was only eleven. She reached into her pocket and cut her finger on the broken screen, remembering. Without her cell working, she didn't even know his phone number. *** "God knows," Keith said, pulling onto his street, "last night she didn't feel like introducing me to her family, and today she hasn't felt like answering any texts. So, we'll see if it goes anywhere." "Yeah, but you remember being that young, right?" Estelle asked. She was flipping through a slick-covered report in the passenger seat, trying to circle something in pen. "How do you mean?" Estelle frowned. "Like, something new could be the absolute most important thing in your life every couple of days." Keith parked on the street and got his bag out of the back seat. "Maybe. I'm just wishing I could get one relationship to turn into something serious." Estelle smirked. "And that's why you're banging 25-year olds, right?" Then, seeing his expression, "sorry." Keith unlocked the front door before he noticed Mary sitting on his front patio. Estelle had noticed, and was about to point her out. It wasn't what Mary had planned, but she didn't have much of a plan at all that day, beyond some vague intention to make Allison jealous over coffee. She'd spent the last fare on her bus card to get within a mile of Keith's condo, then walked all the way up the hill in the heels she'd only worn to one-up Allison. He wasn't home, so she climbed over the balcony rail in her skirt and stockings, and that's where she'd been for the last few hours. "Hi, Mary. What's going on?" And there was Keith, naturally showing up with company, who was naturally both a beautiful woman and an actual grown-up. This woman did not have runs in her stockings, Mary thought to herself, because this woman did not climb into balconies after walking a mile in impractical heels. And everyone got a good look at the idiotic girl sitting next to a broken iPhone and a pile of gum wrappers on someone else's patio furniture. "Um. Hi," Mary waved, wishing she could disappear. She hoped she'd managed to smear the tracks of tears out of her makeup, but she knew she looked pretty terrible either way. She held up the shattered phone as if it might help her case. Keith sized her up and said, "Let's all get inside," then disappeared through the door and unlatched the sliding glass door to let her in. "Estelle, meet my girlfriend Mary," Keith said. Estelle had a wonderful customer-service smile. She must have been in sales. "It's nice to meet you," she said, and you could almost believe it. "Estelle, let me get that binder for you, and then we can..." "Yeah, I'll go over it and we can wrap up in the morning." She said. "At the office," as an afterthought, for Mary's benefit. The two women waited next to each other in diplomatic silence while Keith rummaged for a binder. When Estelle had left, Keith stood watching Mary. "I'm so sorry," she said, breaking down, "I broke my phone and ran out of bus money and my old roommate was just being such a..." but Keith held up his hands for a pause. He hadn't seen her miserable before, he realized. "Mary?" "What?" She stared at the floor. This wasn't something the new Mary was supposed to do at all. She didn't know why she'd decided Keith had see her like this. But there was no revulsion in his look, at least. Maybe a little worry. "Why don't you run a bath while I mix us some drinks, and you can tell me all about it then?" he said. It wasn't the first time Mary had been impressed with Keith's ability to solve problems. He'd swapped her phone's SIM card into a spare phone, too, and she'd made a quick call home to check in. A cranberry vodka later in a bubble bath (you could use conditioner for that, she learned,) Mary felt a lot more like herself. Or like her new self again. It was getting hard to keep track. "So he wanted Allison to dye her hair to look like yours?" Keith was sitting on the bathroom rug next to the tub with his shoes off, drinking something with ice cubes and gin in it. "Yeah," Mary laughed, "and she was just so, like, droll about it. I mean, she's my friend, I guess, and I hate to see her unhappy, but..." "But what can you even do?" Keith said. "Exactly." Mary closed her eyes and floated. She was short enough to stretch out in most bathtubs, but this one was huge. "Hey, can I tell you something kind of awful?" she asked. "Sure." Keith re-crossed his legs. Mary angled her face to hold one ear above the water, and the water traced a line around her cheek and neck. "Right after I broke up with Joshua, or I guess right after he started seeing Allison," "Which was pretty close together, right?" "Yeah. Like, days. But one day I was at the apartment, packing things up, and Joshua was supposed to be helping me, but he was mostly just talking about Allison. And at one point, he just looks at me and he says," Mary dropped into a mock boy-voice, "'you know, you should really ask Allison for tips on blowjobs'. Like- like that's any kind of a thing you would actually say to someone." Keith whistled. "Whoa. Yeah, that's one you don't get to take back." Mary laughed. She hadn't laughed about Joshua before, and it felt good. Just at that moment, it didn't seem so bad. If she could just stay in a warm bubble bath for the next couple of weeks, she thought... "Keith?" "Yeah?" "When you were introducing me to that lady from your office..." "Estelle. Yeah?" Mary peeped one eye open. "Did you call me your girlfriend?" Keith smiled and sipped his drink. "Yeah. I guess I did." Mary closed her eyes and let her face sink in the water until just her nose and her mouth peeked above. "I liked it." Wrapped up in a men's bathrobe, Mary had sipped tea on the couch while Keith made salad and sandwiches for them. Dinner almost slowed to a stop with all the kisses they snuck on each other between bites. Keith had told her she should keep some clothes in the apartment, and it had made her heart skip. She remembered lying to Allison about moving in, but what if it really happened? "What's the matter," she asked, "you don't want me lying around your place naked all day?" "Sure I do," he said with a smile, "I just can't send you home like that." She was already giving him that smile, though, crossing her legs on the sofa to let her body peek through the bathrobe. She felt for the bulge in his pants with her toes, and asked him why he was wearing so many clothes, anyway. It pained him to realize how little he really knew about Mary. She could be so sexy and so confident, but there was a girl underneath it all who could really be hurt. He'd been dating for so long. It seemed like every woman wanted a vacation from herself. And he could see so clearly who Mary wanted to be: sexy and mysterious and full of surprises — The opposite of what she'd been for all that time she'd spent with her last boyfriend, becoming the dependable bore he wanted her to be. Wasn't that the definition of a rebound? And he wondered again what all the Joshuas of the world knew that he didn't; Why was he always the vacation, and never the one who made her feel like she was home? In mid-kiss, he stopped and stared into her eyes and tried to say all of that. But the words weren't there. And Mary was too hungry for him to wait. She led the way up to the bedroom holding his hand. If this all ended up just a memory, he though, was that really so bad? Mary switched to her hand while an acidy burp worked its way out, but then went back to taking down Keith's dick, kneeling in the space in front of his bed. Her nose was running in a way she hoped was more sexy-gross than gross-gross, because the mess of cummy-tasting phlegm in her sinuses made it hard to breathe at all, let alone with his dick in her mouth. But she heard him groan her name and felt his fingers in her wet hair, and breathing was overrated anyway. There was just that little bend, right past the back of her throat, that she simply couldn't get him past without gagging, tonight. She could've sworn she'd done it before. "Because I need to give the messiest fucking blowjob you've ever had, sir," had been her answer, that night, for the "and what's so special about this blowjob?" game. It was a direct quote from a porn video they'd watched on her phone a week before, but if he'd noticed, he hadn't let on. So far, she'd been as good as her word, covering his cock with spit as sweetly as she could manage. It made him slippery. Except for a little heartburn from triggering her gag reflex a couple of times, she really liked it. Keith was pretty clearly enjoying it, too. Too Good to be You Finally, while she went more up on her knees to get a different angle, it went in. Past that little bend and down. It felt like swallowing an ice cube, she thought, only fat and warm and slippery. And of course, ice cubes didn't groan and call you the sexiest little fucking cocksucker in the entire fucking world when you swallowed them. And they didn't hold your hand over their pounding hearts and gush cum down your aching throat while you did it a second time, or third, or part of a fourth. When he calmed down, she smacked her lips and showed her empty mouth: All gone. He pulled her almost violently up into his lap and pulled her face close to his. "You are so fucking incredible," he whispered in her ear. Mary beamed. She wiped the wetness off her cheeks, almost embarrassed what a mess she was, so fresh out of the tub. "Am I pleasing you, sir?" she teased. "Holy shit, Mary, you are pleasing my brains out." She laughed a laugh that made him wish he was hard again, and she let him kiss her wet cheek. Rolling on top of him, she liked the feeling of his softening dick against her pussy. The next time they made love, she thought, was going to be intense. "You know you don't have to give me all these mind-blowing blowjobs to make me like you, right?" he asked. It wasn't the pillow talk Mary was expecting, but it had been on his mind all afternoon. "Aww. Am I officially 'mind-blowing' now?" "I mean it." Mary patted his cheek. "I wouldn't do it if I didn't love sucking your cock. You know that, right?" He turned to kiss the palm of her hand. "Just don't think you have to prove your ex wrong just to impress me." That had been easier to say than he thought it would. Mary took a slow breath of the bathtub smells and the sex smells rising off of their bodies. "I know." Keith breathed deep. She smelled delicious. Felt delicious under his hands, too. He wanted to remember every detail. "Hey," she said, letting him brush his hand down the sometimes-ticklish inside of her wrist, "if you want me to spend the night tonight, I can." She saw the smile on his face, and nuzzled even closer. *** Allison knew what it meant when Joshua held his phone like that, nonchalantly angled so she couldn't see his screen. And the poker face only told her he wanted to hide something. He was texting Mary again. That wasn't new. But it worried her that it wasn't just one message, this time. It had been twenty minutes, with an obvious back-and-forth. She moved closer to Joshua and he instantly locked the phone screen. "Who are you talking to?" she asked. Wow, was she really turning into that girl already? "Just one of the guys," Joshua said. Bullshit. Joshua didn't have "guys". At least not outside of a video game. "Who?" she asked him. Joshua gave her an insulted look. "What the hell, I'm not allowed to text somebody now?" "Whatever." Allison shook her head and walked out of the room. If Joshua was busy texting, at least he wasn't nagging her to suck him off, or to shave her crotch, or to "try" anal again, or to go pick up dinner. It was sinking in that her life sucked now. Seeing Mary the day before had only driven it home. "Sorry. I'm back," Joshua texted Mary when Allison was gone, "Hey, we should get together." "You think so?" "Totally. I've been thinking about you a lot lately. It would be great to see your face." Mary realized she could have let it go. She sat in the cafeteria in her office building, drawing some odd looks for the way she laughed at every new message she got. Joshua was just so easy to lead around in circles. It was adorable how he could think he was being subtle. He wanted Mary to want him back, and it seemed like he would text all day if she gave him just the faintest ray of hope. She knew he would grill Allison for every detail of their conversation at the coffee shop, so she'd half-expected this. Knowing that Mary was in a new relationship was driving him crazy. Maybe she was enjoying it more than she should have. Maybe the new Mary shouldn't have been so petty. But revenge was sweet. "It feels like this whole thing has just been a huge mistake." "Does Allison know you feel that way?" "I don't think we're that serious," Joshua said, "it's more like we were both in the apartment a lot anyway, so we've just been hanging out more." "No, you ass, you dumped me after three years together just so you could get blowjobs from her," Mary typed and deleted. Her revenge, she reminded herself, was living well. She just needed to shove it in their faces. "Why don't we get dinner together soon?" she asked. She imagined Joshua jumping out of his spot on the couch. "Yeah, okay. Where?" "Let's all get together at my boyfriend's place," she texted, "I'll send you the address. I'll invite Allison, too." She was almost salivating at the thought of how awkward and lame they would look, coming over to have dinner with her newer, infinitely better boyfriend. Joshua was guaranteed to make an ass of himself, and Allison would be so envious she'd never forget it. "This will be so much fun!" *** Mary felt heat spreading in her chest like she'd just taken a shot of warm vodka, and her fingers furiously worked her clit. It was so close. She stood with one leg jack-knifed onto the kitchen counter, her skirt pulled up, and her tights hanging from the other ankle. "That's right," he said in her ear, not at all whispering, "make it come for me. You are so fucking beautiful when you come, and I want to watch every fucking second." This was, technically, prep for the dinner party. But the recipe involved a lot of waiting, and Mary had just had herself waxed the day before and wanted to show him. So they got distracted. Keith was in a particular mood to tease her, and she was in a mood to come, so she was still fantasizing about what he was going to do to her with that beautiful hard-on in his pants. But she was so close, it was desperate. She felt a tinge inside like ice cracking, then the first sensations of the orgasm teased at her. "Spank me when I come," she panted. "What's that?" Keith challenged her in his best "I own you" voice. Louder, she said "please spank me when I come, sir!" Keith started tracing faint trails over her buns with just he tips of his fingers. "And call me names? Sir!" She rubbed harder. A second later she felt his hand fall hard on her cheek, making the kitchen appliances ring with the sound. "Bad girl," he growled. She loved the low, breathy tone, where just the nasty words got louder. He swatted her butt again and the short, sharp pain and the vibration through her pelvis pushed her way, way over the edge. Her clit throbbed and she came like a bowed violin string, long and steady and smooth. The smoothness of her waxed skin was unfamiliar, and she liked it. "Dirty little cock-sucking slut." Keith heard her gasp and she lifted her head from the counter, eyes closed, and he spanked her again. "You like getting your little ass spanked like a whore, don't you?" His swats fell fast and firm, and put a dizzying ache in Mary's orgasming tail end. "Rub that fucking cunt for me, you little cumslut." "Fuck!" she squeaked. Her ass arched up into his hands, which were now hungrily squeezing and grabbing her between swats as he told her what a bad girl she was. Her cheeks burned red and his hands soothed them, then punished. By the time the orgasm had subsided to a soft growl in her clit, the pace of the spanking had become a slow dance. Complete with ass grabbing. "Oh my fucking God," she whimpered. "What's that?" "Oh my fucking god sir you make me cum so fucking hard sir!" she said in one breath, only barely. She rolled onto the counter on her back, almost knocking over a box of baking powder, and held her legs open for him. "Fuck me like a bad girl, sir! Fuck me like a slut!" But he just stroked the inside of her thigh, took a deep breath, and said, "We need to get ready. You just fantasize about what comes next, and we'll make it all come true later, okay?" It felt weird to get off without Keith getting to come too, but he was right. The guests would be there any minute, and she had a lot of dressing up to do. She kissed him twice and ran to the bedroom with a "just you wait" look in her eye. "And, one last time:" Keith said, "you're sure this doesn't sound like a disaster to you?" When Mary suggested having a couple of friends over for dinner, Keith loved the idea. It sounded like something a real couple would do. Plus, he wanted to know more of the people in her life. But little by little, he pieced together that the guest list was her ex and his new girlfriend, two people she complained about almost daily. "Why would it be a problem?" she said, "I don't think anybody's, like, bitter, or anything. They're two of my oldest friends. And we haven't all sat down together in way too long." Which was a roundabout way of saying she wanted to give the two losers enough rope to hang themselves with, and inviting them to Keith's was her best shot at doing that. Once they saw what a great life she was living, and Allison saw what a jackass Joshua would be around Mary, everyone would see who had come out on top. Allison's line about a "rebound" kept ringing in her ears. Such an arrogant thing to say. And yet, Mary was the one trying to show them up. Would Keith even understand? The whole thing just left her more pissed off. "All right," Keith agreed, "if you're sure the time is right." The party started with Mary, in her absolute best summer dress and stockings, answering the door with a villainous thrill. It was just after payday for Mary, and she'd splurged on her favorite salon, got her brows waxed (among other things,) and she knew she looked her stunning best. The new Mary looked good enough to ruin their night, if not break them up for good, she thought as she opened the door. But there stood Allison, all by herself, with a six-pack in her hand. And she looked exhausted. Mary had been heart-set on making her jealous, but the look on her face just tugged at all her strings, and she put her arms around her old friend. "Allison, what happened?" "Me and Joshua kinda... parted ways," she said. Mary felt herself deflate. "I'm so sorry." Allison shrugged, "It wasn't a big surprise. Just kinda ugly." Keith hovered behind Mary's shoulder. "It'll just be the three of us tonight, babe," Mary said, "Keith, this is Allison." Allison pulled herself together and shook his hand, with a genuine smile. "It's good to finally meet you," she said, "Mary talks about you so much." "Hey, likewise." Mary led her to the dining room. "Are you sure you're up for this?" she asked. "Actually, I think it's just what I need. I've been in that apartment for so long, it would be great to just hang out with friends. You know? So, thanks." It wasn't hard to see that the two of them had history. Allison could tell stories about Mary that Keith had never heard before, and Mary made sure to give as good as she got. Keith had been worried about being the odd man out, but by dessert (and their third bottle of wine,) he felt like he was with old friends. Allison was clearly cheering up, too. After dinner they all found space on the couch, Mary in the middle and Allison lounging on the other end. Keith had picked a movie, but got out-voted by the women, so they watched four whole episodes of some sci-fi series he hadn't seen before. Mary had a strange feeling that she'd finally got something back. Not just Allison. It was easy to blame Joshua for coming between them, or blame Allison for everything, but it felt like she could have done this at any time, if she'd just let go of all that stupid hurt. What did Joshua even matter to either of them, she thought. Allison, who had been such a monster in her head for the last month, looked so normal sitting with her on the couch. Like she belonged there. Mary gave her a fast hug between episodes, and said, "I missed you." Keith felt like he and Mary were just starting to be the couple he wanted them to be, too. He'd never seen her so relaxed, he realized, or so easily, genuinely happy. When he whispered "I want more of this" in her ear, she didn't know if he meant the position, the show, or just curling up on the couch and watching TV with her. But whatever it was, she wanted more of it, too. They might have been winding down, and Mary was thinking about what she was going to do to Keith's dick that night, when an odd idea popped into her head. "Say, Allison," she said casually when Keith got up to take things back to the kitchen, "can I ask you something a little weird?" "Always." Mary grinned at her, working up her nerve. Maybe it was the alcohol, and maybe it was just having some old weight off her shoulders. But whatever it was, there was something she wanted to know. "So," she said, fighting a giggle, "I heard you give really good blowjobs." Allison laughed out loud, and Mary did, too, mostly from relief. She'd spent so much time hating the image of Allison as this blowjob queen she'd never measure up to, it felt like a gift to be able to laugh about it. She glanced back at Keith to make sure he didn't mind the subject coming up, but the amusement on his face said she didn't have to worry. "Where did that come from? And who told you that?" Allison wanted to know. "Um..." "Oh boy. Yeah, okay. Never mind who told you," she backtracked, still laughing, "but okay. I suppose I get no complaints. Um." Allison swirled her drink and cocked an eyebrow at her. "Why do you bring it up?" "Well," Mary said, turning pink but still fighting a laugh, "what do you do? You know? I mean, what's, like, your secret weapon?" "My 'secret weapon'?" Allison laughed at the image. Keith rejoined them on the couch, and was surprised to feel Mary's hand reach absently for his crotch. "Mary, are you asking me for advice on blowjobs?" Allison asked, giddy. "I guess I am," Mary said. She looked at Keith for reassurance that she wasn't taking him anywhere too weird. He looked just as surprised as Allison, but it was clear he didn't mind. A laugh rippled over Allison's face, and it was contagious. Mary thought of all their great "bad idea" adventures together, and felt a familiar tingle in her spine. "Um, now that I think of it, in fact," Mary said, looking to both of them for any sign of hesitation, "I think I still owe someone a really killer orgasm from earlier today." Her heart thumped in her chest and she went for it. "Does anybody mind if I... slip into something a little more comfortable?" Was this actually going to happen? When they both gave her wide-eyed smiles, Mary pulled her dress up over her head and shook her hair back into place. She was wearing the sheer black lingerie set Keith had bought her, stockings and all, and the effect was heart-stopping. The see-through panties offered a nice view of the thorough brazilian she'd had done, too. And that, Mary thought to herself with a thrill, was what it felt like to take your dress off in front of two people! "Damn, hon. Nice undies," Allison said. Mary settled into a kneel on the floor and played with the bulge in Keith's pants, biting her lip. "So, do you want to show me what you do?" Allison asked delicately. Mary looked insanely sexy, all done up and dressed in the fancy lingerie. Not for the first time, Allison caught herself staring. Mary gave her a dangerous smile. Keith was plenty hard, but she teased his cock through his slacks anyway, unbuttoning and unzipping him with her cheek pressed close to him. When she took it out she did her "pretty please" routine in her most submissive voice, making him play through the whole little game they usually did in private. When he asked what was going to be so special about this particular blowjob, she answered, "I have to show my friend how well I can suck your cock. So may I, sir? Please, sir?" Allison's jaw dropped at the "please sir" stuff, but Mary was only getting started. She knew exactly how to make the most of those cute, pouting lips and a few choice words, lavishing attention on the cock pressed to her face. And she had to admit, she was on a mission: If she could wow Allison with her own skills, it would be something to check off her bucket list. She was amused to see that Allison had one hand down her jeans while she watched. Mary teased and indulged Keith with wet, sweet-talking kisses until she'd teased him to almost cruel hardness, then went down. She was on her game, that night. Keith's slippery cock slid down her tongue and squeezed in and out of her tonsils, pulsing hot against the back of her throat. Keith gripped her hair in one hand, just hard enough. "Is that how you like it, sir?" she whimpered between wet penetrations. Every time, she received a long, praising groan about what a sweet little cocksucker she was, and every time it made her wag her tail. Allison was still watching with her jaw on the floor. Mary pushed herself and swallowed thick inches in slow, luxurious sucks. "Holy shit," Allison said. Mary paused for a breath and gave her a wicked smile. "So, any tips?" Allison shook her head in amused disbelief. She pulled her top off and sat down, right next to Mary, and wrapped one hand around Keith's dick. "Can I suck this?" she asked them both. Keith smiled wide at Mary, but left it up to her. Mary squinted at Allison, biting her lip. "Yeah. Do it." "Okay, then," Allison teased her, leaning into Keith's lap, "then class is now in session." Allison took the tip between her lips, just getting the taste, then Mary watched wide-eyed as she slid those lips down, and down, taking inches of Keith's cock into her throat. Then she did it again, and squirmed the tip of her tongue against the underside of his shaft. "Whoa," Keith breathed. Allison asked if he needed her to slow down. Keith shook his head and Allison instantly went back down, deep-throating him like it was the easiest thing in the world. The little turns and twists she made with her head must have felt amazing on his cock, Mary thought. Between plunging his cock down her throat, Allison took little breaks to kiss it and slurp up her spit, which flowed copiously off of her tongue. She looked like a porn star. Mary blushed. She couldn't even take Keith's dick into her pussy that easily. "Here," Allison said, "let's get a better angle." She climbed up next to Keith and leaned back over the arm of the couch. Her back arched over the arm, with her head hanging past the edge. She licked her lips and opened wide. "I think it's time to get face fucked," Allison smiled at Keith. "Don't be too rough, but I bet you can go all the way in." Keith waited for Mary to wave him on. But she did, and he stepped to the edge of the couch where Allison waited for him. She took Keith's hands under her bra and licked her lips. "I'll tap out if it's too rough or I can't breathe," she said, demonstrating with a pat on Keith's arm. "Unless I do that, though, don't stop, okay?" Mary had never seen Allison like this. She didn't think anyone really did that, outside of porn. She watched with an uncomfortable mix of lust and, just maybe, jealousy, as her boyfriend's cock sank, little by little, into Allison's throat. Keith was so gentle with her. She would have loved to watch him really take her like a whore and punish her throat with it. The image brought Mary's hand to her pussy, and the smoothness there still surprised her. Keith made a groan. Allison wasn't making any signs she was at her limit, and Keith's balls were already brushing against her face. Mary thought Allison might even have been pulling him in deeper. He was fucking her throat, almost all the way in. When he drew out, his cock was as hard as she'd ever seen, and it trailed fat strands of Allison's spit across her face. Too Good to be You Mary inched closer. Her own pussy was so wet she could smell it. In a slow, straight push, Keith gave Allison's throat every inch of his cock. She let him hold it there for a long, whimpering moment before she finally squirmed and tapped his hand. Keith pulled out, groaning. "Are you okay?" he asked her, so tender it made Mary roll her eyes. Obviously, Allison could take it. "Fine," Allison nodded, "just needed a breath. That's a lot of cock!" She smiled up at Keith, then at Mary. "You're a lucky girl, babe." Then, wiping her mouth, "Is it your turn again?" Back on the carpet, Allison grabbed Mary by her pretty, freshly-styled hair. Mary felt a hand cradle her butt, too, and she squirmed into it. Her heart was racing in that way she only got when she did something really, really naughty. Her mouth attacked Keith's cock. "Sit up a little higher," Allison coached her, "and stick your tongue out as far as you can." It was an unfamiliar movement, but Mary figured it out, and she felt Keith squirming with the sensation of her tongue. "It feels really good on him when you slide your tongue like that," Allison said, "plus, it makes it easier to go deep." Mary needed to pause to breathe, but went back down as fast as she could. It was working. She felt Keith sink into her throat and kept her gag reflex at bay for a few wonderful seconds, then slid off. Keith's breath was coming in gasps. She loved "fucking" him in and out of her throat, teasing her gag reflex, but didn't want to make him come too fast. "Oh, Mary," he said quietly, "you are such a fucking good girl." Allison caught the smile on Mary's face. "You really love sucking that cock, don't you?" "Yes, ma'am," Mary nodded obediently. Allison laughed and gave her a little spank. "Okay, if you're going to do that," she said, "sooner or later I'm going to make you eat me out." That earned her a startled laugh from Mary, who went back down on Keith's cock. "Because you look so fucking hot when you suck him," Allison whispered in her ear, "it makes me wish I had a dick." Mary had never been talked dirty to by a woman—or by anybody but Keith. It wasn't the thought of going down on Allison that turned her on, she though while she pushed the bend of her throat down over Keith's tip, as much as the idea that someone would "make" her do it. Keith growled and pulled Mary off of his cock by her hair. Her eyes sparked with wetness and she panted breath. "Is that what you want, baby? Are you going to show your friend how good that fucking tongue feels?" Mary darted her eyes at Allison, and saw her waiting breathlessly. "I'll do whatever you tell me to do, sir," she purred. As far as she could remember, she'd never even wanted to try licking a woman. But the closeness of the three of them had her willing to take chances, especially if she got the be the obedient little submissive in all of this. Allison lay back on her elbows on the carpet, and Mary stretched out in front of her. Keith was right on top of her, too, straddling her hips. He pulled the wet crotch of her see-through panties aside, roughly, then he almost made Mary scream when he pushed his cock inside her. Even she was shocked at how wet she was inside. "Okay, baby," he purred into her ear as she humped her ass up against his lap, "are you going to lick your friend's pussy for me like a good girl?" Mary smirked up at Allison, not that Keith could see her face. "May I please lick your pussy?" she asked. Keith called her a good girl and pushed her face into Allison's crotch, not even waiting for an answer. Not that there was any doubt about what she would have said. Allison shuddered, not quite realizing how ready her pussy had become. The show alone was fucking spectacular, she thought, and here was a — she had to admit — very talented little licker, going to town on her clit. "Holy shit," Allison said. Mary felt both of their hands in her hair, which drove her wild. The way he was fucking her made her panties tug and glide against freshly-waxed skin, and the texture was shockingly erotic. If Keith had let her get a different angle on his dick, she could have come right there, but he had her hips pinned to the floor. And her hands, too, she realized. She squirmed and begged him to fuck her harder, mouth full of Allison. The pussy tasted sweeter than Mary would have thought. She'd tasted her own juices off of Keith's dick, and thought Allison was just a little bit more salty, but taste wasn't the thing that overwhelmed her, at that moment. It was being smothered in both of them, face down, packed with his cock, with both of them pulling her hair and telling her what a good girl she was. It didn't even make her want to come, as much as it made her want it to go on forever. But she heard Allison making a surprised-sounding series of groans, and soon the pussy in her mouth was getting wetter, and getting off. And pretty intensely, by the sound of it. Mary licked more softly while Allison came, but didn't slow down any. "Trade you," Allison said to Keith. Before Mary even figured out what she meant, she was rolled onto her back. The two of them switched ends in a hurry. She felt Allison pull the panties off of her, then felt a mouth against her bare pussy. Her shock came out in a loud gasp. Getting licked usually made her a little self-conscious, but it was such an unfamiliar sensation with her pubic hair gone, she didn't even think to be nervous. Plus, as soon as her mouth fell open, Keith was inside it, and she sucked, hard and deep and hungry. "Fuck me," she said, catching a breath, "please, sir. Please fuck my mouth. I want to take it." She twisted her neck and extended her tongue, and felt him enter her mouth and her throat. He was so gentle, even when he was giving it to her like this. She swallowed him deep, moaning with the two separate pleasures of his shockingly-hard cock in her throat and Allison's wet mouth on her pussy. Allison was fucking her with a stiff tongue, something Mary had never experienced quite like this before. It snuck up on her, and it was a different orgasm. Mary liked getting herself off with fingers, and she could come from being fucked if the angle was just right. This was more of a shock than a burn, more sharp than smooth, and it didn't last long. More lightning than thunder, she thought. But it was also, she realized, a mutual orgasm for two of them. Keith was making the incoherent, almost furious noises of an intense orgasm, and she managed to hold him halfway down her throat, even accepting a gentle little face-fuck, until he was almost finished. She gasped a wet breath when he pulled out, and felt a last splash squirt on her cheek. Before she'd caught her breath, Allison licked the come off of her cheek and tried to french-kiss it back into her mouth. Mary squealed. "I cannot believe you did that," she said to Allison, heaving breath. Keith's body collapsed beside them, head towards their feet. "Did what, eat your pussy? Or tongue your boyfriend's cum into your mouth." Allison was trying to shock her, and it was totally working. "Both!" Mary rolled onto her side, looking for Keith. "So," Allison said when her bra was fastened again and her shoes were tied, "that happened. Are we cool?" Mary was sitting in Keith's lap, still not wearing anything but the corselette and the stockings. If she just rubbed the very ass end of her pussy against his soft cock, it didn't hit any spots that were too tender on either of them. "I think so." Mary nodded. Keith agreed. Allison picked up her bag and her keys, and looked at the couple for a minute longer. "I needed that," she said. Mary gave her a lazy smile. "We need to hang out again soon." Mary said. "I'll call you." And with that, Allison slipped out the door into the nighttime street. Mary never would have guessed that something like this would happen, but couldn't imagine what else she would want. Some kind of revenge? To show off? It felt so far away. She felt Keith nibbling the side of her neck, and it tickled. "That was good," he said to her, "I don't like sharing you, but Allison is allright." Mary turned back to kiss him on the lips, and he pulled a throw blanket around both of their exhausted bodies. *** Mary answered the door barefoot, in a pair of cotton gym shorts and a rumpled t-shirt with dust all over it. He'd never seen her so un-glamorous, and he still felt his heart, among other things, ache for her. "Come on in!" she said, taking him by the hand, "Sorry I'm so grubby. I started going through some old boxes today, and I guess I lost track of time." Her dad had just put steaks on the barbecue in the back yard, and her mom was just hovering in the kitchen, waiting to finally meet the guy her daughter talked so much about. Mary introduced them. She'd guessed right that her mom would love Keith. Her dad gave him the tour of the whole house, including all of the photos on the walls, and Keith listened to every detail about every cousin. A gentleman. He kept looking at Mary like he'd been waiting for this. After dinner, after her parents said goodnight and went to watch TV, Mary and Keith sat on patio chairs at a glass table in her the back yard. It was the beginning of one of those Summer sunsets that last for hours, the whole sky turning orange and red just over the block wall around the yard. There was an old swing set rusting in a corner where the little dog sniffed the weeds. "I think I need to apologize," Mary said. Her legs were pulled up close to her body, with her feet resting on the seat of the patio chair. It made him wish he was holding her. "Oh?" "I think I went a little crazy, lately, about my ex. There were lots of times we were out, having a great time, but all I could think about was getting back at him and Allison. I was just got so sick of the old me." "Hey," Keith said, "breakups suck. I promise, I've been there." She smiled at him, shielding her eyes from the orange light. "Thanks for being so nice to me." He met her stare and took the last sip of his beer. She was radiant in this light. "I'm pretty in love with you, Mary. I've got it bad. You can see that, right?" A grin spread across her face, and she got out of her seat to come and sit in his lap. Not to say anything, just to sit and stare into his eyes. "You spoil me," she said sweetly. Her hand cradled his cheek, and she brushed a curl of hair away from his forehead, trying to place that sadness in his eyes. The block wall and the swing set were becoming silhouettes in the fading light. Shorebirds crossed the sky between the power lines, and Keith smelled the dust and the sweat on Mary's clothes. "Spoiling people is easy," he said finally, "I can spoil anybody. And so can you. I just want you to know you're special to me," he said, "You. The real you." Mary rested her head on his shoulder and they watched the stars come out. *** There really was a Hanson poster in her old bedroom. Keith scanned the shelf of 90s fantasy novels next to her bed, too, while they sipped lemonade out of plastic cups. "That was from the trip we took to Vancouver," she pointed to a snow globe on a shelf. When he looked, she leaned over and kissed him on the neck, then pretended she hadn't. "And that's a softball trophy," another sneaking kiss, "and that's a teddy bear." He caught her that time and met her lips with his own. A warm, slow mouthful of a kiss. "And what's that over there?" he asked, and when she turned he slid his hand under her panties and locked his lips to the side of her neck. Mary's breath caught in her throat and she kissed back. Her pussy was velvety and wet. She pushed it into his palm with a soft grunt. "Keith, if we have sex right now, I'm going to scream and my parents are going to hear me." "Well, then maybe we should buy them some headphones," he suggested. Mary laughed again. "I've got a way better idea." "Is it going back to my place right now?" Mary nodded her head. "Get your shoes," he said, "hell, pack a bag. I want you to spend a lot more nights with me, from now on." There was a huge smile on Mary's face. "Yes, sir," she said. She grabbed handfuls of clothes from a chest of drawers and wadded them in a backpack, almost glowing. She let him play with her pussy on the drive back to his condo, and when they got inside, she made him chase her all the way upstairs to his bed and pull off her shorts and her panties and her top and her socks, and then kissed him until her mouth was dry. On top of her, with his breath mingling with hers and the tip of his cock nuzzling between the lips of her pussy, he said "I want this." "Oh, God, I want it, too," she whispered. She felt the tip of his cock divide her lips and she closed her eyes. "I want it so fucking bad. Sir."