Evie: A Southern Charm (Part 5)
On a Sunday morning, I would typically wake up in Mike's bed. However, after my date with TJ on the beach, I ended up spending the night at home with Sunny, and there we were, both lying in bed. It felt strange yet special to wake up to my adorable Korean stepdaughter snuggled close to me. With both of us slowly stirring, her naked body felt soft and warm, as we yawned and stretched together. I kissed her back, and she smiled at me sleepily.
"Coffee?" she murmured.
I agreed. "I'll make it. You don't use enough, and it's more like tea."
She chuckled. "Fine. Then I'll make corn muffins for breakfast."
"You got a deal, little lady." I kissed her back again, then got up from bed.
I had planned to take a shower and change into my new running outfit, excited to head to the track. However, I remembered something important. "Oh, Nick!"
Sunny giggled. "Yes, you have another date."
I scoffed. "No, it's not a date. It's just playing tennis."
"It's still a date," she insisted.
"You mind your own business, missy!" I playfully retorted. "I wanted to pick up that tennis outfit at the store."
"There's still time," she replied. "Go there first."
"They won't be open yet," I protested. "It's Sunday."
"But it's a gym," she giggled. "They open super early."
"The store won't," I stated. "Only the gym."
"Call Billy," she suggested. "I bet he'll open early for you."
"I can't..." I hesitated.
"Sure you can," she grinned. "He likes you."
"How would you know that?" I inquired.
She furrowed her brows as if deep in thought. "Intuition?"
"Ugh, come on!" I exclaimed. "How did you know that?"
She sighed. "Fine. Dean told me. His dad raves about you a lot. He thinks you're really hot... which you are."
I raised an eyebrow at her. "How often were you talking to Dean about me?"
She shrugged. "Whenever we saw each other, like when he and TJ watched you give Bobby a blowjob on the beach."
I gasped at her. "What?" Before last night, she'd probably deny it. Now, she just grinned and blushed. "TJ told you?"
I shook my head. "It was Bobby."
She gasped again. "What did he do?"
I chuckled. "I should have mentioned this last night when we were opening up. Bobby started getting fresh with me on the beach. He applied sunblock to my back and got handsy... he wanted to see how far he could push me."
She lifted her eyebrows at me. "And how far did he push you?"
I smirked and considered telling her to mind her business, but we'd moved past that. I wanted to share this with her. "He felt me up, rubbed against me, and... made me cum."
She gasped with excitement. "Just touching your boobs! Wow! You must have really needed it."
I huffed. "Well, it was partly what he was saying. He told me that TJ and Dean had watched you give him a blowjob on the beach."
She scowled. "That jerk!" I noticed her cheeks turning red, which was adorable. "I made them all swear they'd never tell anyone or I wouldn't do it again."
"He also told me he saw me watching you two in his room the other night," I mentioned.
She blinked at me. "He saw you? Really?"
I nodded. "In the mirror. I wasn't paying attention to the mirror. He touched me... under my bikini top."
She blinked again. "He touched you? Really?"
I nodded. "And, uh, he said some things that made me really hot. So, he got me to cum."
She giggled and jumped up, pulling me along onto the couch. "Tell me more about what he said. Did he touch you other places?"
I hesitated, not sure how much to share. "Not really... he just touched me under my bikini top."
She grinned mischievously. "You like being watched, huh?"
"Do you mean… sleeping with me?" Sunny replied with a naughty smirk. She can be frank when she wants to be. And I kind of liked it.
"Umm... yeah. Exactly." I chuckled. "So, he stumbled upon me,” I explained, "and said he found it appealing, so he vowed to continue rubbing me on the beach until I agreed to return to watch her with him. That's why I was there... and then you know the rest of the story."
She let her body sink into the couch and exhaled into the ceiling. "Wow! Had anyone told me a week ago that I'd be partaking in oral sex with my stepmother, I would have labeled them insane."
"I'm still not sure we aren't." I giggled. "Especially when said oral sex was on my boyfriend's son!"
We laughed and rolled our eyes a bit. It was bizarre, but it was also incredibly hot.
"Alright!" she bounced up and went to prepare muffins. "Catch up with Billy and schedule a shopping trip for that tennis outfit."
"So, what? Should I call him?" I looked distressedly at my phone. "I fear he might think I simply wanted to see him."
She shrugged casually. "Well, if he does, so what? You said he was good-looking."
"Truly?" I bit my lip, reluctantly picked up my phone, and navigated through my contacts. Then, I called him.
Surprised by my call, he answered right away, asking why I contacted him. I told him I was interested in purchasing a tennis outfit and wanted to meet at the store around ten, allowing ample time for selection and change before hitting the courts with Nick.
"Unfortunately, that's impossible for me," he said regretfully. "I already have other commitments." I struggled to conceal my discouragement until he continued, "But, I could get there earlier, like nine if you want. What do you think?"
"Perfect!" I beamed. "I'll head out to meet you there. Thank you, Billy!"
I ended the call and excitedly turned to Sunny, "The muffins should accompany us. Billy will be at nine."
I hurriedly took a shower and changed into my shorts and shirt, just in case. As I reached the store, Billy's truck was already in the lot – I just strode through the entrance. He was in the store and had opened the adjacent gym's entrance as well.
"Good morning, Evie." He grinned. "Looking as stunning as your favorite ice cream flavor... as always."
I giggled at him. "You flatter me, Billy. And thank you for opening the store early."
"Not a problem," he drawled. "Find what you need. I'll hang out in the weight room with Dean."
"Dean's here?"
He nodded, "Yeah. I have a later date and have asked him to keep the place safe in my absence."
I proceeded to browse the tennis clothing and spotted a knee-length skirt that was more like a generous length than a proper skirt, a tight-fitting top that would show my belly and the aforementioned lines from my bra, and a zip running down the top. I attempted to dress in this oddly revealing getup, donning white panties since they seemed to show the most. The crew neck tee was fine, but the shirt was uncomfortably snug, allowing full visibility of my breasts. I eyed myself in the mirror, already nervous about exposing myself but determined to play tennis before anyone else.
The skirt, while preferable to indecent, was overwhelmingly bland, making me want to twirl and flaunt it – but the tennis court might not be the right place for that. Plus, it was quite form-fitting; all the better for showing off my tiny panties.
It was in that moment, while I contemplated the outlook of my athletic performance, that I realized just how inappropriately small my panties were. Almost a thong, but not quite. If this was the outfit I would try on, I had better get used to the inevitable staring during my tennis match.
Determined, I removed the shirt and bra, considering whether or not I should continue with this outfit. I justified myself – if I'm going to take part in a sport with a predominantly male audience, I may as well embrace the spotlight and grab their attention – and tried it on. Oh, my word! It was an embarrassing level of tight, hugging my nipples, causing them to stand at attention. My heart raced in anticipation as I imagined their eyes roaming all over my body. Well, if I'm going to play tennis out in front of God and everyone, I might as well put on an intimate show.
I peeked through the slightly ajar door and observed Dean eyeing Billy. I marveled at the strength and good looks of both men, noting their muscled arms and broad chests. With each step, I was engulfed in excitement and embarrassment. Despite my nerves, I couldn't help but enjoy the attention they paid to me.
Upon opening the door, I saw Billy still mid-exercise, perilously close to dropping weights on himself. Dean quickly intervened, preventing injury. After stowing away the weights, I approached them, still feeling a mix of unease and excitement.
Silence enveloped the room, quiet enough for me to distinctly hear Dean's comments. "Holy cow, if that's not the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
Billy responded, "Absolutely." He bellowed loud enough for me to hear. "Babe, your figure could make even a dead man stand up, err...I mean..."
I comprehended the reason for his confusion. "I guess that's a compliment," I said hesitantly.
Billy beamed and affirmed, "Hell yes." He snickered afterward. "What do you think, son? She's hotter than a hot sauce out of the jar, or what?"
"Dad!" Dean grinned while apparently also feeling embarrassed by his father's words.
Billy consoled his son, "Ah, it's the truth, ain't it? There's no point in holding back a compliment. Nobody needs more of those."
As I continued to study the men alive with uncontained amusement, Dean whispered a question. "Boss, is your skirt too short?"
"Let's see." I moved to let them view the back of my skirt. "It's a bit revealing, don't you think?"
Billy's hand fell on my waist, gently turning me around. With a large grin, he effortlessly lifted my skirt, now caught on parts exposed. "Hmm, let's check on the wind's effect..." His warmth overwhelmed me as he stroked his fingers over my behind.
"Hey!" I giggled and jerked back. "You know, I may not wear this when I play tennis."
Billy chuckled. "What if the wind could make your skirt more revealing?"
I worried about the consequences: "Well, I highly doubt the wind would do that."
Billy turned to check on Dean, whose eyes alternated between mine and Billy's movements. His hand snuck up to my backside and explored every inch.
"Hmm, not too short," replied Dean, grinning before drawing nearer and mirroring his daddy's actions. He "${*palmed}" my buttock, leaving me glued to the spot.
"No, I'd say it's just the right length." Dean laughed happily.
Once I regained control of my wits, I broke my silence. "Well, I better go. Bye, Billy, and thanks for opening the gym early."
"Maybe next time when you work out with us, it'll be more exciting." Dean gave me a pleading glance.
I hesitated, torn between wanting to challenge myself and needing to maintain professionalism. "I'll think about it."
"Be sure to say hi to Nick for me too." Billy chuckled.
I complied by nodding. "I will. Umm, bye."
Speedily making my escape, my heart pounded wildly in my chest. These two large, sweaty men would've pushed me beyond any bounds had I not intervened. I couldn't keep this job if I engaged in such activities with my boss and his son, adding their combined strength to the mix. Eyes wide with disbelief, I contemplated the outcome if I'd continued.
I shuffled into the school grounds and headed to the tennis court to face Nick., a sense of confusion remaining with me. How insane was that episode with Billy and his son? It just might have ended badly had I not broken it off. I tried to shake it off and focus on my tournament instead of the potential disaster that almost occurred, retrieving my indecently revealing attire from the women's locker room.
I headed over to the tennis courts, and by the time I arrived, Nick was already there practicing his serves against the net. I appreciated his form; the way he served with sheer power and finesse. He had a great physique, and his speedy movements gave him a certain appeal. "Nice legs and rear end for a man of his age," I thought.
I called out, "Morning, Nick!" as I approached him.
He broke off his serving and strolled over, leaning in to shower me with a kiss on the cheek. "Morning, darling!" he welcomed me with a grin. He added, "Wow, you look amazing in that tennis outfit." This compliment sent a shiver down my spine.
"Thanks," I responded, blushing slightly. "Did you wait long?" I inquired.
"Nope, just arrived a few minutes ago. Thought it'd be good to warm up a bit before our match," he replied, his eyes admiringly roving over my form.
"Mind if I give the net a try?" I asked.
"Be my guest!" he said, kneeling to help collect the dozen balls he had been using. I found myself bend over slightly, and he couldn't help but catch a glimpse of the skirt I was wearing. A mischievous smile crept across his face, sensing the opportunity to have some lighthearted fun.
"I've been checking out your backside a bit," I teased.
"I can't help it! It's just so hard not to," he knew that his comment was likely to arouse me and had the desired effect. He then pretended to "accidentally" dropping a ball so he could chase after it, glancing at me the entire time.
"It's only fair; you've had a good look," I retorted.
We played out a few sets of games. When I saw an opportunity to humble him, I took it. "I thought you claimed to be a better player than most - my dad used to say the same thing about himself, but as I remember, he had to beat his wife to win," I remarked good-naturedly. Nick laughed at this little jab.
"If it was just prowess on the court, I'd probably have beaten you," he pointed out.
"That's probably true," I conceded. "But fairness shows itself in surprising ways. Today it's my stamina that stands out." He leaned back, seemingly amused.
"If you want to claim that, then let's bet on it!" he suggested. "If you can win one set, I'll pay you ten bucks. If I win a set, you'll give me a smooch that lasts a good sixty seconds."
"Interesting bet!" I agreed. "But how will I know if it was sixty seconds? There are no clocks on this court?"
"That's right," he reminded me. "I'll give you the money or the kiss. So what'll it be?"
"I'll bet my endurance," I announced.
He nodded. "Well then, let's yield to the truest test of endurance."
"I'm up for the challenge," I replied confidently.
We continued our match, and by the third set, I had won. Nick relented and gave me the promised kiss. "You seem to have a talent for flaunting your assets," he joked afterwards.
We enjoyed a short breather, sipping on our water and sitting on a bench. As I recovered, he mused, "I have to say, Evie, you're quite the formidable player." He complimented me further with, "You've got a great body - obviously, you've worked hard to maintain it."
I smiled with some vanity. "Nice way of saying I'm not quite in my prime, huh?" I joked.
"There is a grain of truth in everything." He agreed.
"I guess you're right," I said. "You're sporting a neat tan too," I remarked observationally.
"I've played a decent amount this summer," he answered. "If you're looking for a match partner, let me know!"
"Maybe if I can get a few more wins under my belt, I'll consider it." I chuckled, still devoted to my sport.
With that, our match ended and brought our morning through the tennis courts to a close. It was a good reminder to always remain active and try to improve upon ourselves.
He nodded affirmatively. "Right. For each match. But I'm talking about a genuine kiss. Intimate, close up."
I pondered the idea. I wouldn't mind witnessing how Nick kissed. And I could use thirty dollars. "Could you just give me a kiss, right now?" I inquired. "No shenanigans."
He raised three fingers. "Promise." He nodded. "If you feel uncomfortable, let me know."
I nodded, agreeing to his oath.
"Although, if you instigate something, I probably won't be able to resist." He laughed heartily.
"Alright, then keep your thirty dollars ready." I retorted.
We commenced the game again, and oh boy, could Nick serve a ball! It was like a missile! Even his returns were like they were coming from a cannon. I managed to score one point. Only one! In three games! It felt mortifying.
"You were just messing with me all along those initial three rounds." I complained.
He shrugged and nodded. "As I mentioned. I was just being courteous."
I furrowed my brow. "Fair enough. Polite should've at least given me the impression I had a fighting chance." I stashed my racket in its case and wiped off my damp neck and chest. "So, I guess I have to give you a kiss, huh?"
"You mean three, actually." Nick smiled mischievously.
"Yeah, I'm not expecting an all-out make-out session in the middle of this tennis court where everybody can see." I sighed. "It's blazing out here, too."
He gave me another charming grin. "Why don't we try what the kids do?" He suggested.
I arched an eyebrow at him. "And exactly what do 'the kids' do?"
He grinned widely. "They make out under the bleachers, of course."
"How do you know about this?" I inquired.
"Teacher." He chuckled and pointed a thumb at himself. "We have to be familiar with all the secret spots."
I began to feel anticipatory, thinking about it. I've never made out with my boyfriends under the bleachers. No bleachers were present at my previous school. Additionally, before Jimmy, I've never had a boyfriend to make out with. It might be exciting to find out what I had been missing. And not only that, but Nick's continuous sneaking glances at my underwear whenever my skirt would rise had been making me rather passionate these past few hours.
He escorted me to my vehicle to place my racket away. Then we strolled together towards his. A sleek sports car, far from what I had anticipated. Then we headed off towards the bleachers, still chatting on trivial matters. He enquired about my yoga class, my bartending gig at the golf course, and I queried about his teaching and summer holiday plans.
As we made our ascent over a small hill on the grass and over a fallen telephone pole, he offered his hand to help me over. Soon, we continued to hold hands. I experienced a feeling reminiscent of teenage jitters. I knew we were heading towards a kiss, but the excitement started to feel more real the longer we deferred the act.
Under the bleachers and beside the concession stand was a tiny isolated area. A rear door for staff of the concession stand bearing the sign 'Concession Staff Only', and a padlock on the door. Scant visibility could be seen from there, except for the backs and bottoms of the bleachers if observed from the field or the spot itself. It was completely hidden from view.
By the time we reached the secluded area, I had regained my cool after our tennis, and had warmed up for the upcoming kiss. He walked me into the discreet area behind the stand, and I felt like a shy teenager all over again.
"Okay?" He asked cautiously.
I felt my face reddening as I nodded.
"Can we, umm..." he moved closer and slid his arms around me. His hand cushioned my back, and the other rested just above my derriere. My heart was hammering in my chest. I nodded once more, and his lips sought mine.
Mint! I experienced the sweet, refreshing taste of peppermint on his tongue. Clearly, he had used a breath freshener. I adored mint! It was like a kiss with a mint julip! Another observation I made was the differing approach of older men towards kissing. Jimmy's kisses were aggressive, fast, and trying to demonstrate his prowess. Nick's kisses were tranquil, prolonged, and soft. Unexpected indeed. My tongue engaged his, and we just engaged in this light exchange. While changing positions, I even allowed me a few giggles at the sheer pleasure it imparted.
"Did that just happen?" he questioned softly.
It might have, but I was having a great time. I shook my head. "Not just yet."
We resumed what we were doing, and I let out a small noise while he touched my behind. I was about to express my displeasure, but it felt so perfectly timed that I allowed him to continue.
The next time our lips parted, I sighed. "I'll say it was one."
He nodded. "On to the next round."
We picked up right where we left off, and I groaned into him as his hand squeezed my backside with a strong grip. His other hand rose, caressing my hair, tugging me closer to his lips. This kiss became more forceful, and once again, the timing was spot on. I really liked it. Truly!
I wondered if he would try anything else. Less than a second later, he did. The hand on my butt glided down, came in contact with the skin right under it, then slid back up, ending up under my skirt. I jumped a bit, groaned once more, and we turned. The next sensation I felt was a hard object pushing against me as he held me close. It appeared he wasn't the only one getting excited.
The kiss on my lips shifted to my neck and then my ear. "Two minutes?"
I gasped and whimpered the best I could under such circumstances. "No... not right now."
The hand holding my ass proceeded to lift higher, then go back down into my panties. His hand held my bare behind with a firm grip, and I let out a sort of yelp into his ear. "You said... no funny stuff." I panted.
"I'm not joking." He growled, and my lips met his again. I was considering stopping him from going any further. This was quite hot, but I had a boyfriend to think about. Oh wait, I had two! No, make that three. Oh dear God! His touch on my derriere felt so amazing.
He pulled back from our kiss a bit in the midst of things and I whimpered after him.
"Two minutes?" he whispered.
I gasped. "Yes... two. Alright."
"Ready for three?" He smirked.
I nodded, and I opened my mouth for his next kiss. His other hand moved from my hair, over my shoulder, then he bent me back again and took hold of the zip on the front of my top. Oh boy! The look in his eyes made my body tingle. He eased it open just a bit. I just stood there, my breathing deep and deliberate, challenging him to keep going. A little more. A little more. Then, click! And my blouse gaped open.
One of his hands settled over my breast, the other grabbed my rear, and I pushed my mouth back onto his. I was biting his lips, licking his tongue, moaning and purring like an injured creature. Holy crap! Was this the sort of pleasure I'd been missing out on with older men all these years? We kissed and he explored, and I allowed him. It was so intense! I could hardly believe it was happening. The sounds I was making would make you think we were having sex!
Suddenly, he turned me, I took a step back, and my shoulders hit the wall of the stand. He changed directions, and his lips were still on mine as he slid his fingers up and down my bald pussy under my panties! I could hear myself, gasping and moaning random phrases. "Nick! What are you... Oh my... Wait, I... Oh my God!"
He slid his fingers deep into my vagina and began to fuck me! My head was spinning, and I kept trying to push him away while pulling him closer at the same time. Then he drew closer, his teeth grazing my ear. "Three minutes?"
"Oh God, no!" I panted. "Not yet!"
He chortled and started fingering me harder and faster, causing me to twist and whine. The pleasure was overwhelming, and if not for the wall behind me, I'd have collapsed. Thanks to Nick, he had me right side up. I clutched him, still panting and shaking, but at least my legs were operational. "You're a liar." I snickered. "You claimed you wouldn't do anything I didn't want you to."
I giggled spontaneously, still wrapped up in his embrace, and gulped in to catch my breath as my heart calmed down. "I must admit, I didn't expect that to happen." I stated, affectionately. "After all, you never said stop, not once." His playful charm radiated through his words.
"That's true." he replied, his voice soothing. "In fact, you never did." Then, he tenderly raised my chin, soft lips pressing against mine in a brief kiss. "Now, darling Evie... while I don't impose demands, it would be considerate if you were to return the favor?" His hand slipped down to his bottoms, subtly unzipping them.
I inhaled sharply, and looked at his erection being revealed. "Gosh-," I paused, "I'm not sure how I should-"
The gift of his attention was suddenly focused on his crotch, and what emerged was nothing short of astonishing. It wasn't long like Bobby's, nor was it the dark variety as Tarek's or the sturdy kind I'd tasted with TJ. Lord, have I been rather promiscuous lately! Nonetheless, it was a little more elongated than Mike's size, and, bless it, immensely wider! My heart raced at the sight of this generous endowment.
My mental dialogue continued wildly. First,'it seems only just that I return the pleasure he's given, little discreet favours here.' Then, 'If I'm not fond of the taste of his cum, I won't want to swallow it, and will likely have it spill out, possibly staining my fresh new tracksuit.' Lastly; 'If he cums, and I spit it out, there would be quite the conundrum explaining why I had cum stains all over me to my family and friends when I go home.'
I cast my gaze around, spotting no bystanders nearby, save the runners focused on their laps on the track a fair distance away. If we stayed quiet and didn't linger, we'd be fine.
I discarded my top, leaving it in his hands. "Keep that," I told him, before I dropped to my knees on the sodden grass, now sporting not an ounce of clothing. I began stroking him to release the rest of his length from his trousers. "I give you this, and in return, you must never, ever share this experience." I warned, urging him to close the zip completely.
I observed his nodding blue gaze, his eyes confirming he'd adhere to my wicked whim. I sighed quietly. What had I become? Bobby, Tarek, TJ, and now Nick. It was all terribly wrong... but then I remembered Sunny's story about how she pleasured Mikey with Bobby inside her, and the guilt suddenly vanished.
My wickedness returned, surfacing from my mind. It's not too sinister, really. Bobby, Tarek, TJ and now Nick. Tongue tip prodding, I pressed the soft, pulsating, and slightly salty depths of Nick's large, plush head with the tiny tip of my tongue. I then submerged it fully into my mouth.
My mind raced as I grappled with this activity. It was humorous and exciting. Nick pressed me, seizing me by the head, and created a rhythmic, shoulder-mounting motion. It seemed akin to our typical all-consuming intimacy, but in my mouth, a mere thing.
I gagged once or twice, but by that point, it was too late to pull away. I tolerated the intrusion, working hard to accept his enormous member. The feeling was rather exhilarating. He was using me as a voyeuristic plaything, sexually indulging my mouth! I accidentally swallowed as he intensified his pelvic thrusts and moaned his satisfaction.
However, I had no intention of stopping him there. Instead, I swiftly swallowed as he experienced the peak of his enjoyment. I ejected a chunk of his cum, allowing it to cascade down my exposed breasts, eventually revealing the load on my chin. My hands clutched his shoulders, intending our next round to be more collaborative, meanwhile flashing him a smile laced with seduction.
"I'm going to regret saying this, but that was the very best blowjob I've ever received!" he announced, breathing heavily. Had he exerted more effort during our match than I'd realized? I wonder if I'll invite him to receive more skill from me on the tennis court, hence giving me greater odds of winning. How wickedly creative, actually.
He'd quite literally left his mark, a physical record of their intense encounter in the form of a dribbling glisten on my lips and a modest pool on my chest.
I held out my now-cummy smile for him to appreciate, my eyes bold and daring. "In the future, I want to perform that act on you repeatedly. I have a new trick: stay bone-still while your cum is erupting into the world; it'll be magical, I assure you."
He lent a helping hand and helped me stand, as I brushed off the dirt on my knees. Then he handed my top back. Unfortunately, my breasts were still covered in cum. I didn't feel like putting my top on right away. What could I use instead? We didn't have a towel, a napkin, or anything.
Nick began to remove his neat tennis shirt and handed it to me. "Use this to wipe yourself down a bit," he suggested with a grin.
"What's this for?" I inquired, my hopes rising.
"To clean yourself up a little." He laughed. "It's not like you can be topless, right?"
I felt grateful to him. "Thanks, Nick. You're a true gentleman."
Together, we emerged from under the bleachers and walked towards the parking lot. I couldn't help but feel seductive and rebellious, kind of like I had crossed some kind of line. This experience from my youth was missing. I didn't feel right about betraying Mike, yet I couldn't stop smiling.
"Was this what you planned from the beginning?" I asked.
"It wasn't a detailed plan. Maybe a wish, but not a concrete plan."
We continued walking, and I couldn't help but look forward to our next match the following week. We definitely had to use that as an opportunity for more. I drove home, had a shower, changed into a simple dress, packed a bag just in case, and informed Sunny before we headed over to Mike's.
"You did what?" was her response, utterly shocked.
"I gave him a blowjob during tennis under the bleachers." My cheeks tingled, and I blushed.
She laughed. "Wow! I must've made you into an adventurous woman!"
"I'm not exactly a hermit." I retorted. "But you're right, I've been doing things I never did when I was young. I feel... weird doing it behind Mike's back."
"I'm proud of you," she responded. "You're making choices and exploring things for yourself. That's important."
Upon thinking about the situation further, I concluded, "Perhaps, I should take Bobby and Sunny to a different location while I talk with Mike. They can leave their phones on just in case."
"Okay, we'll take the car somewhere and have fun. If you need us back, call us."
I admired his understanding. When I went inside, Mike and I went about our usual Sunday routine. I prepared dinner, and he handled the bills and mail. Soon enough, Bobby appeared at my side. "Are you certain about this?" he whispered cautiously.
I nodded. "I need to tell him. It's something he should know."
He sighed as he looked down at me. "You deserve better."
I wanted to embrace him, but I held back since our situation was far from appropriate. "Thank you, Bobby." My smile was wide. [
Bobby shared the news with Sunny, and the two of them left to enjoy their afternoon. Entering Mike's house, I prepared for discussion. He finished his chores and returned. "Are you ready for dinner?" he inquired.
I nodded, and we carried on as if it were an ordinary day. Mike went into his room to attend to his work. Later, Bobby approached. "Wanna go to the beach together?"
I smiled back. Bobby took Sunny and left. "Here's my number. If you need a ride, just call."
I was grateful for his understanding. Nikki responded to my wishes and we prepared for the inevitable conversation I'd be having with Mike. "Mike, I've been naughty," I confessed after dinner. "I see your facial expression, and I know it's a let down. But I need to tell you a lot of things. We'll sort it out soon." Mike's eyes were wide open in shock as I moved forward. "There were people involved," I disclosed. "We participated in a threesome." I swallowed hard, expecting an epic response.
"I expected less from you, Paduan, you should know better," he exclaimed.
"I'll go pack my stuff and call you on Tuesday. I don't know if I'm welcome here anymore."
"You can stay, but we need to talk about what all this means."
I sighed a breath of relief. "We'll figure it out." I was unsure of Mike's reaction. His words felt harsh, but it's a start to addressing the situation. We've been playing Scrabble, and now it's time to figure out the next step.
We enjoyed dinner outdoor on the patio, and afterward, Bobby departed with Sunny in our vehicle. Now, we were left alone, and I was a mess of emotions. I had to proceed with my plan, but I was unsure of how to initiate it. I poured myself some wine and handed Mike a beer. We then settled on the couch, and I attempted to think of a discussion starter.
"We've got the place to ourselves again." Mike stated. "How about watching another video?"
I was taken aback. It hadn't been my intention to indulge in another film. The last one, however, had been quite sensual and scorching hot. Although I found the ending with Mike's cum dripping from my lips less than pleasing, I had to consider his and Sunny's experiences during the past week.
"Sure." I responded. "But make it brief. I'd love to discuss something."
Mike raised an eyebrow. "Can it wait?"
I shook my head. "No need to," I added, thinking that the film might help me formulate what I wanted to say.
He fetched his tablet, selected a movie, and began playing it on the big screen. I considered a bit of closeness might alleviate tension. Thus, I snuggled closer to him.
The movie began with a young woman wearing lingerie, making out with her partner. He unbuttoned her top, rendered attention to her ample chest (not massive in size but larger than mine, firm to the touch), and proposed some playful activity. He placed a blindfold on her.
He continued to caress and tease her... as the door to their room unexpectedly swung open, allowing a trio of men to enter. I gasped, picturing what they planned to do to her. My heart raced as Mike's hands roamed over me, eliciting pleasurable sensations.
The initial guy to disrobe reclaimed her position. The new recruit gently coaxed her to lie on the bed as her man retreated. The newcomer then took over the role of kneading her breasts gently, mimicking how her partner performed. He then shifted her to the side of the bed, positioning himself between her legs, and proceeded with the act.
She responded to this new intruder's advances with pleasure. The second man replaced the first, continuing where the previous one left off. He caressed her breasts with a passion, and promptly slid her onto the bed's edge, getting in position to penetrate her.
The second fella's passion was ardent, his thrusts deep-seated and energetic. My breathing became more labored, anticipating what they would reveal next. The third man, who had remained seated, approached her mouth and inserted his rigid cock. Her bewildered expression managed to convey surprise, but her man urged her to accept his request. They continued in this manner, alternating positions. The sexual acts intensified, culminating in a dubious plea to take off the blindfold. He denied her pleas.
Subsequently, the girl received double penetration, and two men's pensises within her produced fervent moans. Meanwhile, the other guy in her mouth jerked himself off, excited by the woman's dexterity and enthusiasm. It was arousing, so I was relieved when Mike placed my panties on the couch behind me. I willingly collapsed next to him with my head in his lap, and he urged me to take his penis. It was a position I found myself in no danger of refusing. My mouth opened to accommodate his shaft, and I wasn't going to refuse. My goal had been to please him. My mouth was filled with his tool, and his health was evident in how hard it was.
A couple of minutes passed, and the woman on screen received double penetration once again. While she was being pleasured by the two men, the third bounded into her anus. Despite having read about it prior, my heart started racing at the sight. The woman squirmed about, the noises she made hinted at her enthusiasm. I shuddered as Mike found my clitoris, and my mind wandered to Sunny's experience.
Mike leaned down to utter a question, saying that he thought I might be interested in trying a similar experience. I was on the verge of climax, answering him in a soft moan. Mike reciprocated, sharing his desire for a similar play. His voice grew more urgent as his fingers became more agile on my clitoris.
When the movie ended, my arousal was at a peak, and my body was aching for release. Our couch creaked as we came together, bodies aligned, my head pillowed between Mike's arms. He slid his fingers between my legs, locating and massaging my clitoris. Spurred on by his unrelenting actions and the sight of the sensual activity on screen, I reached my climax. I had found the words for my mission: becoming the center of Mike's lustful fantasies.
We kept going as those four guys took turns with the girl... and the video stopped. I still hadn't cum yet! It was pure agony!
"Wanna see another?" Mike inquired.
Breathless, I leaned back against him, trying to catch my breath, and simply nodded.
"Your hands are free. You pick one." With his hands busy fondling me, I wanted them to stay that way. I snatched the tablet, figured out how to navigate the menu, and started scrolling through videos. Next page, then the next, and I gasped. There it was!
I switched it on, and began playing a video of a father and son sharing the girl! She was younger than me, yet not as young as Sunny, and the son appeared to be older than Bobby. However, the dad appeared to be Mike's sibling - they looked so alike.
I believe he grew slightly harder beneath me, but his cock didn't feel any firmer. I was done with oral. I needed the real thing... right now! I mounted Mike backward and aligned his cock with my pussy. It slipped in on the first try. I was profuse with lubrication. I continued jerking myself up and down on his shaft while the girlfriend was being undressed by her boyfriend in front of his dad. She gave her boyfriend a blowjob while he undressed, and the dad joined in.
I couldn't have chosen a more ideal video! The girlfriend put herself between them both, sucking off the dad while the son rogered her from behind. It was remarkably apt! I had to seize the opportunity immediately.
"Did you enjoy that with Sunny?" I moaned.
Mike was seized by rigidity, frozen mid-thrust. "I can explain." He murmured.
"Don't explain!" I implored. "Just finish me! Please, don't stop! I'm on the brink!"
It took him a few seconds to recover, but he started thrusting harder than ever before. He used two fingers to part my pussy lips and a third to stimulate the precise area. I erupted into a climax, and I heard Mike sing the same song. Filling me with his seed and convulsing, I twisted to get as much of him within me as possible. "Yesss!" I howled. "Come in me!"
He did. Massive jets of semen filled me, and the warm, oozy sensation excited me greatly. What a sweet release! It seemed as though I'd needed it for so long!
We remained on the sofa, me still his lap, him still inside me, and observed the conclusion of the movie. The girlfriend was fucked by both of them, and they finished by making her kneel between them and become coated in their cum. It almost induced another climax observing it. So scorching!
Mike switched off the television and allowed me to slide my rear off, sitting beside him. Our breaths returned to normal, and we contemplated a means to voice our thoughts.
"I didn't initiate it." He clarified.
I nodded. "I understand." I replied. "Sunny told me how it transpired."
"And you're not enraged?" His expression suggested bewilderment.
I shook my head. "Nope. Not angry." I stated, then flashed a coy grin. "It actually turned me on a bit."
His eyes were wide with confusion while he sat there, staring at me as if I'd grown an additional appendage.
I exhaled, stood up, and sat facing him. "Okay. So, some things have happened recently... and I didn't plot them. The majority of them. But... I did some activities apart from our relationship. Multiple times."
He dropped his bewildered expression, and assumed a more skeptical one. "Did you?"
I took a lengthy breath and dove right in. "All right. So, I found Bobby and Sunny doing it one evening. I viewed them from afar. Then they were at it again the following night, and..." I gulped. "And... they requested my participation, and I joined them. I didn't have sex with Bobby, but I did give him oral. I met a handsome guy at the Golf club, and we went out for some food. I indeed had sex with him upon his recuperation. I had a date with Bobby's friend TJ, and we engaged in intercourse on the beach as well. I bestowed a blowjob to Nick this afternoon after playing tennis." I assumed I would collapse any moment as my heart raced and my head became light.
He sat there, stricken with what seemed to be shock or something else. He declined to communicate, merely sitting there with a taut expression. He swallowed, took his beer, and downed it terribly, causing me to recoil. [end]
"Bitch." He said, his voice surprisingly steady, but I could still feel the rage burning within him. "My own son and his friend? And my great friend Andy? And some guy you just met at work? Didn't you just have to welcome those thin little legs of yours around him?"
"Mike..." I felt the tears welling up. "That's not fair. You and Sunny... And Bobby."
"She walked out of the room completely naked and started sucking my cock!" he growled back. "She didn't do the same, Evie. You made a date with someone the same age as my son. You even did Nick! You know we're friends, right?" He furrowed his brow and added, "We used to be friends."
"Mike, I'm really sorry." I begged once more. "I didn't plan any of this, and I certainly didn't want to hurt you."
"Both failed!" he snapped back. "Jesus, and we were talking about getting married."
"Mike, please. If you don't want to see me again..."
"I wouldn't be surprised!" he growled. "You know what? I'm done right now. Get the hell out!"
I could feel the sobs welling up, and for a few seconds, I couldn't move. "I'm sorry..."
He got up from the couch, grabbed my arm (causing me pain), took me to the door, and pushed me outside onto the porch. "Wait, my clothes!"
He slammed the door, and I was left standing there in just my shoes! Thankfully, no one was passing by. There were no people walking their dogs or bikes riding on the street. I hid behind one of the supports for the front entry, knowing it wouldn't conceal much if someone did show up.
The emotion of the moment hit me, and I had to think about what to do next: no clothes, no phone, no one to call for help.
Suddenly, the door opened again, and Mike threw out my sundress and my bag.
I quickly dressed and called Sunny.
She answered, "Evie?" Her worry was clear.
The sadness in her voice made my tears return. "Hey Baby Doll." I broke down on the phone. "Can you come pick me up?"
"Of course!" she exclaimed, then she yelled at Bobby. "We need to go now!" She returned to the phone and reassured me. "Be there in 15 minutes. Where are you?"
"Outside the house." I sobbed.
"Perfect. We're on our way."
I shook my head at the phone. "I can't. I can't just stand here with nothing on. I'm going down to the community center." The gated community wasn't fancy, but it had a nice community center and a pool. The gate was more for keeping wildlife out than people.
"That's a good idea." She said. "We'll be there soon."
I took a somber walk to the community center, about a five-minute journey. I sat in one of their rocking chairs on the wrap-around porch, wondering what would happen next. Well, one less boyfriend. I guess it was inevitable. I won't be able to keep up with all these guys forever. The best I could hope for was not having them all hate me like Mike does now.
I just sat and rocked, feeling like a fool and a slut, and feeling terrible for hurting Mike. By the time Sunny and Bobby arrived, I'd dried most of my tears. When I saw their faces, the tears came back.
They got out of the car, and I ran to them. We hugged, with Sunny stroking my back and hair, comforting me. Then Bobby came over and joined in the hug.
"Let's get you home." Sunny said at last as she pulled away.
We sat in the back, with Bobby driving while Sunny patted my back and spoke soothing words. As we drove up to our house, I wiped away the last of my tears and wiped my face. They took me inside, Bobby brought me a glass of tequila with lime, and I snuggled between them on the small couch.
[Note that the only changes were to the pronouns - he to Mike, she to Evie, etc. - to maintain the informal tone and simple wording. The structure of the sentences and their content remained the same.]
- Tancing Cheng
For a while, there was complete silence, and I simply sat there, calming myself down with each sip. Deciding to lighten the mood, I switched on something funny on TV. We cuddled up on either side of me, and watched together, sharing a few laughs. It definitely helped ease the tension.
After a few hours, the weight of my emotional rollercoaster caught up to me, and I'm sure you can imagine how much yawning was going on.
Sunny giggled, "That's our cue. I'll take Bobby home and..."
I had an idea, and asked, "What if you could stay here tonight? You guys could sleep with me."
Bobby and Sunny seemed hesitant but exchanged quick glances. "No, it's alright." Bobby replied. "I should leave."
I persisted, "I meant you could sleep with Sunny. I'm fine with it."
They both laughed at how open I was being about it, but Sunny again shook her head, "We told you, Evie. We're not like that."
Bobby agreed, "We're friends with benefits, but that's it."
I felt a little sad, but put on a brave face. "Too bad. It would have been interesting." I leaned in and gave Bobby a lovely kiss on the lips before turning to Sunny and repeating the process. As we separated, we both moaned, enjoying the intimate moment.
"Be careful," I told Sunny, leaving her for the night and heading to bed.
I heard their quiet whispers for a bit, then the door closed. Later, the sun shone on my window, and I woke up to see Sunny in my bed. I gave her a long hug, reassuring her it's okay to be alone.
I showered, prepared myself, and drove to the golf club.
My first stop was to find Tarek who was preparing to meet a couple for driving lessons. As soon as he saw me, he had this gleaming look on his face. "Good morning, beautiful." He welcomed me with a warm embrace before pulling back.
I looked around to ensure nobody would notice. "Mike and I broke up last night, and I don't think I'll be great company later on. Can I reschedule our date?"
He understood immediately, not looking too upset, "Of course, darling."
I ran into him earlier, and it completely slipped my mind. "What did you just call me?" I asked, a slight blush creeping up my neck.
Tarek, that smooth talker, simply nodded, "I think that's the right title, don't you? We are lovers, aren't we?"
What a great point! I giggled, "Yes, that's right. I am your lover, and you're mine."
He nodded, and we had another look around before sharing a long, passionate kiss. I wished I could stay there forever but thought twice about...capturing him again since we might get seen. He set me down and I hurried before I jumped back at him.
I could feel a new sense of happiness after those kisses. "Tomorrow I have a class at the gym, and Dean is going to help me with weight training. When should we reschedule?"
"Wednesday would be ideal." He answered, a smile just itching to show on his face. "Would there be time for one more kiss before anyone sees?"
I couldn't resist a final kiss. I launched at him, pulled him close, and began playing with his lips while he grabbed my butt, picking me up like I was paper-light. An unbelievable feeling rushed through me - how nice he was to hold, and strong at the same time!
But there was no more time for kissing. A bit saddened but relieved he put me down. I sprinted off, leaving him with fond memories or maybe an unfulfilled longing. Was it just me or had I definitely improved in my approach?
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