Introduction:

I would like to believe that the time it takes to write a story is proportional to how good it is. By that logic this must be the greatest story I've ever written. Since that's probably not the case, I'm going to post two more chapters of this story on XNXX, though the final two will be exclusive to my ebook, which will be available the day the last chapter is posted. Happy Reading :)

I came so close to following her. I’d never been so turned on by the sounds of my mattress squeaking. When I imagined her naked body pressing against it…

“Fuck!” I ran to the front door and slammed it behind me. “I shouldn’t do this.” My mind was racing and my neurons were firing on all cylinders. I couldn’t stay with Molly, but I couldn’t ask her to leave...

“Goddamnit.” I was filled with self hatred. I knew that getting Molly to leave was as simple as asking her, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. “Think with your head and not your dick, you idiot,” I said to myself.

I was paralyzed and broken, without any good options left, so I took door number three; I decided to cut and run.

Fifteen minutes later, I was knocking on Emma’s door, asking her if I could stay over at her place.

“You doing ok?” she asked me. “You look upset.”

“I have a bad infestation in my apartment.”

“Oh, shit. Well, you’re always welcome here. Come in.”

Books and papers were spread across her kitchen table, along with a few notebooks filled with Emma’s trademark terrible handwriting.

“Did I interrupt your studying?”

“Not really. I wasn’t getting much done.” She went to the kitchen and came back with a bottle of wine. “I need to relax a little. Want to do do some drunk driving?”

“Always.”

Before you start to get worried, Emma had a stack of old racing games that her older brother had left her, and trying to play drunk had been one of our favorite pastimes back in high school. The standing cabinet where her parents had kept their booze had a loose board in the back, and with a lot of effort we could just barely manage to pry it open and squeeze a fifth or a bottle of wine through it. That is, until one day the board broke off entirely, and we had to put it back on with glue sticks and her father’s staple gun. Sometimes, when we visit home, the two of us share a laugh about how her parent’s still haven’t noticed it, years later.

“You’ve got to be cheating,” I told her, after eighteen laps and three glasses of wine.

“I’m not cheating, you just picked a shitty car.”

“Fuck off, this car is great. It’s my favorite color.”

“Red cars don’t always go faster, dumbass.”

After the wine was gone and she had beaten me for the third time, I finally threw down the controller and called out, “I submit. You win.”

“Hail to the queen!” she shouted, throwing her arms up into the air and then falling onto the floor.

“You ok?”

“Just a little bit tipsy.”

I laid down next to her, looking up and watching the ceiling fan spin for a solid minute. It made me feel like I was back in high school again.

“Has college changed us?” I asked her.

“I don’t know. Do you think we’ve changed?”

“Maybe.”

I knew that my high school self would have leapt on top of Molly in a heartbeat, but that guy was an asshole, and I didn’t like thinking about him.

I rolled over on top of Emma, putting our faces inches apart.

“I thought you weren’t looking for a booty call today.”

I didn’t even bother answering her. I planted my lips on hers and just laid there for a long time, thinking about who we used to be, and how different things were now.

“You don’t just hang out with me for sex, right?”

“Of course not,” she told me. “Why would you think that?”

I wasn’t sure if I should tell her about Molly. “I don’t know. Sometimes I just worry that you just see me… just see me as some kind of cheerleader’s perk.”

“Why would you let bullshit like that into your head?”

“It’s just a feeling I’ve been getting lately. I mean, I’m totally ok with casual sex, but I don’t just want to be seen as a piece of meat. Especially not to you.”

She put her hands on my cheeks and forced me to look her in the eyes. “I’ve never seen you that way, and I never will. We’ve been friends for years.”

“I know, I just-”

“Shut up. You are not ever going to think like that again. Understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Emma stood up and pulled me towards her. She pulled me close and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, before kissing me long and deep and moving us towards the bedroom.

As she moved down to kiss my neck, I felt my phone go off in my pocket.

“Oh, fuck,” I said, as I pulled up the picture of Molly’s cunt that she had just sent to me, with the caption, “Cum here soon.”

“What is it?” Emma asked me.

“Nothing, I just… Oh, fuck it.” She let out a gasp as I threw her onto the bed, tossed my phone away and tore off my shirt.

“What’s got you so-”

I placed a hand over her mouth. “It’s your turn to shut up, now.”

I slowly pulled off her pants, but then yanked off her panties in a single swipe. Her pussy lips were begging me to force them open, and soon my eager tongue was doing just that while my hands caressed her. They moved over every inch of her body, soaking in the feeling of her smooth skin and brushing along her thighs.

“Oh, shit,” Emma cried out, as my thumb stimulated her clit and my tongue snaked its way into her cunt. Her back arched and she cried out my name, and I only stopped when she finally told me, “I can’t take anymore. I can’t take it.”

However, as I slipped off the last of my clothes and crawled up by her side, I leaned close and whispered in her ear, “I think we both know that that’s not true. You’re going to take it all, and you’re going to love every minute of it.”

I didn’t have the patience for any more foreplay. I was too aroused to deal with that shit. All I wanted was to plunge my full length inside of Emma, and that’s exactly what I did.

“Oh, fuck!”

“Damn, you’re so wet.”

She wasn’t coherent enough to respond with anything other than grunts and sighs. Her eyes almost seemed to roll back in her head as she laid there on the bed, wracked with pleasure as she recieved my cock.

Her back arched again, and though she didn’t say it, her tightening pussy told me that she was cumming, and knowing that only made me fuck her harder. It made me proud to see her smiling in pleasure while holding onto the sheets for dear life.

“Fuck, I’m about to cum,” I told her.

“Do it,” she said. Small sentences were all she could muster. “I want it. I need it.”

I kept pounding her over and over, feeling the walls of her pussy tighten around me again and again, until, finally, I poured out my cum inside of her.

With all the satisfaction in the world, she smiled and let me paint the walls of her pussy with semen, and fill her until she was overflowing.

“Oh, fuck.”

“Didn’t I say you would love it?”

She shoved me off of her. “I’ve never seen you that animalistic.”

“Was it bad?”

“No, it was good. Very good.”

We spent a while laying next to each other, just trying to recover, but eventually I knew I was going to have to get up and face the problem that was still waiting for me.

I pulled out my phone again, thankful to see that Molly hadn’t sent me any more messages.

“Who texted you?”

“Just some girl. She wants to get with me, but I don’t really like her that way.”

She grabbed the phone out of my hands. “Let me see.”

“Give that back!”

She turned over and held the phone beneath her, so that she could read it but I couldn’t get to it. “Damn, Molly is trying to fuck you? She’s usually really picky.”

“You know,” I said, laying on top of her. “From this position, I could just fuck you in the ass until you submit and give me back my phone.”

She laughed. “You could try, but not only would you not get your phone back, we would never have sex again.”

“Point taken.”

I laid back and just let her go through my texts, hoping that she wouldn't find anything too embarrassing.

“So, have you fucked her yet?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s not a complicated question. Have you fucked her yet?”

“No, and I don’t plan to.”

“Why not?”

“Because…” I struggled to find the words. “She treats me like a piece of meat.”

“I guess that’s a fair point. Do you want to fuck her?”

“Well…” I trailed off.

“That’s a yes. Just go and fuck her, then the problem is solved.”

“But I’ll feel like a cheap whore if I do that.”

“You’re not a whore,” she told me, like I was stupid for thinking otherwise. “I don’t know if Molly was the reason you were so paranoid earlier or if you’re just having some kind of breakdown, but the whole reason I’m sleeping with you is because I care about you and you’re really good in bed. It’s not because I think of you as a piece of meat.”

“And what about the other guys you’re sleeping with?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “You’re sleeping with other girls. Fair is fair.”

Emma handed my phone back to me, and the first thing that I saw plastered across my screen was the picture of Molly’s cunt, which, I’m sad to admit, instantly made my dick stand at attention.

“You need to fuck her,” Emma told me, flatly.

“No, I need to stay away from her.”

“Fuck that. You’re in college, and it’s not like you’re in a relationship. Go and have fun. So what if she looks down on you. Hatefuck her until she cries and then toss her ass outside.
That’s what I would do.”

I looked at her, quizzically. “Have you done this before?”

“I’ve had one or two good hatefucks in my life,” she said, with a wicked smile.

I typed out a simple message to Molly before telling Emma that I was heading out.

“Good.” Emma, squeezed my butt as I climbed out of bed, and told me, “Fuck her good and hard.”

“It’s weird talking to you about this.”

“Would you rather talk about the guy I had over last night?”

“Again, point taken.”

I walked back to my apartment with a rock in my stomach. I felt wrong somehow, fucking a girl who thought of me as just a lowly sexual servant. It made me hate myself.

However, when yet another racy photo of Molly’s tight body showed up on my phone, suddenly I was sprinting back home and not even thinking about my damaged ego.

“It’s about time you showed up.” Those were the first words I heard when I walked through my front door. Molly was nowhere to be seen, but I knew exactly where she was. The sexy cheerleader was lying on my bed, in waiting, like a wolf goading a lamb into it’s den.

Without thinking, I pulled off my shirt and my pants, and walked into the bedroom wearing nothing but my boxers.

“You know, you never told me that you played football.” Molly was now wearing nothing but my old letterman jacket, while her soaked pussy left wet marks on my bed.

“I don’t play, anymore.”

“What a shame. I’ve always had a thing for athletes.” She beckoned me closer, and yanked down my boxers. “I like my men strong and thick.”

Molly took my cock into her mouth and slowly bobbed up and down. She gave me more teasing than pleasure, as her wet mouth sucked on my rod.

“Oh, shit.”

“You like that, baby?” she asked me.

“Yes.”

She pulled away and laid back on the bed. “Well, if you want me to finish, than you’d better fuck me good and hard.”

“You’re an absolute tease.”

She smiled. “I know, but I enjoy it too much to stop.”

Still wearing my jacket, she laid back on the bed, expecting me to climb onto her, but she’d put me through too much for me to do things her way.

“Turn over.”

“Oh, you like doing it from behind?” She rolled onto her stomach. “You’re lucky I-”

I cut her off with a hard slap across the ass, which left a big red handprint on her cheek.

“Be quiet.”

I spread Molly’s legs until she was in a full split, and rammed my cock into her with only a single thrust.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” she screamed, before biting into the blankets and grabbing onto the bed. Luckily, she was incredibly wet, because her pussy was the tightest I had ever been inside, and I wasn’t doing her any favors by starting out slow.

I knew that she was expecting foreplay, or for me to hesitantly climb in bed and try to caress her with trembling arms, but I was done with that garbage. I was done with trying to be a nice guy. I was done with her.

“You alive?” I asked her, still keeping her legs open by force.

“No” she said. I kept thrusting, reaching further inside of her than I had with any other girl. “You’re going to tear me in half.”

I know I should have stopped, but her cries only made me fuck her harder, until her pink pussy was red and sore.

“Oh, Alex.” Her whole body shook as she was gripped with an intense orgasm, and I wasn’t far behind. Her tight cunt made it hard to resist.

She tried to close up her legs as soon as I let go and grabbed her hips, but I gave her one last slap across her ass to keep them nice and wide for me.

“God, are you trying to break me?”

I smiled. “Maybe a little.”

Molly bit the sheets in an attempt to finally quell her screams of pleasure, but she couldn’t help but cry out as another orgasm gripped the both of us and I pulled out, splashing my cum across her ass and inner thighs.

“You alright?” I asked her, when she didn’t move.

“Yeah, I just…” She was completely out of breath. “I need a minute.”

I went out and sat on the couch, still completely naked, and turned on the tv. I kept wondering whether or not I should have taken it easy on her. I mean, Molly was a bitch, but I wouldn’t have been able to forgive myself if I had hurt her.

However, those fears were put to rest when she walked out to the living room, her legs now bowed, and straddled me. She was still wearing my letterman jacket and my cum still coated her pussy and thighs, but she didn’t seem to care at all as she kissed my neck and whispered to me, “I’m all yours. You can own me forever, as long as you fuck me like that again and again and again.”

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