Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not.
Note: If you haven't already, read Boarding with Linda Ch 01 - Ch 06, which are prequels to this story.
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Linda and I were doing our best to avoid any suspicious behavior that might end up revealing to our friends that we'd initiated a sexual relationship. We thought we'd been doing a pretty good job until people started asking Linda why she hadn't had a party on any of the weekends when Ashley was with her dad. The claims that we'd been trading a cold back and forth were only going to fly for so long before people started putting two and two together and realizing that we were taking advantage of those weekends to fuck each other for hours on end. We finally accepted that we'd have to sacrifice one of those nights in order to maintain our secret. We also knew that we'd both have to be careful that, after a few drinks, neither of us did anything impulsive that gave our secret away. We both agreed that it would probably be in our best interest not to get as shitfaced as we typically would in the comfort of our own home. Of course it is always easier to say that you won't drink much than it is to actually not do it.
I woke up the morning after the party due to the urge to pee and discovered that I was in my bed, which was a good thing, and I was with somebody, which could have been either good or bad. We were spooning, definitely a positive sign, and her hair was a much lighter brown than Linda's, which was a relief. As I extricated myself to go urinate, I realized it was Irene. It was probably good that we were both fully clothed because Irene was Jim's girlfriend. As I was peeing, I was considering the situation. She was in bed with me but we were dressed, which suggested that we hadn't had sex but didn't explain how she'd ended up there. If she and Jim had decided not to go home, why would she have ended up in my bed while Jim had obviously ended up somewhere else? I wondered if he was in bed with Linda.
Heading back to bed, I was pretty sure that we hadn't decided to swap partners but I did have a strong feeling that, if Linda was in bed with Jim, he'd end up getting more than a good night's sleep. With that in mind, I locked the door behind me as I returned to my room, then checked to make sure the door to the outside was locked, too. I crawled back into bed with Irene, spooning her again, and was surprised when she pulled my arm around her and held my hand. Now, of course, the dilemma was, if she thought I was Jim, was I willing to go along with her until she realized that I wasn't? Irene had a kick-ass body on the same level as Linda's, though her tits were just a bit smaller. I would have had no problem jumping her bones if she wasn't dating Jim and, if the tables were turned, I was pretty certain Jim would have no problem jumping a girl I was dating if she was hot like Irene. I was thinking I'd just see how things went when Irene took my hand that she was holding and placed it on her breast. I could feel her hard nipple through her top and bra so I gently caressed it as I felt my cock starting to stiffen. When she started to roll toward me, I was ready for her to realize that I wasn't Jim but I wasn't expecting too dramatic of a reaction.
"Is there any chance that someone could walk in on us?" she asked, looking directly at me in the diffuse, early morning light filtering through the windows. There was no chance she didn't know who she was talking to.
"Nope," I replied, "all of the doors are locked."
"You must have been reading my mind then," she said and pulled my face toward hers. We started kissing and were quickly making out as I continued to massage her breast. When she reached down to caress the growing bulge in my shorts, I slipped my hand up under her shirt and, discovering a front clasp on her bra, briefly toyed with her hard nipple some more before unfastening her bra. I had admired Irene's tits on many occasions so it was nice to feel the soft, smooth flesh in my hand and that, along with her hand, had my cock growing even more rigid. I wanted to lick and suck her hard nipples but I also liked making out with her and couldn't bring myself to stop. As hard as my cock was getting, I started to consider that her pussy must be incredibly wet, so I eventually abandoned her tits and slipped my hand up under her skirt. I caressed the front of her panties as she spread her legs, then slipped my hand inside and over her trim bush.
She moaned softly as I ran my finger over her clit and between her lips to find her practically overflowing with juices. We continued making out as I fingered her pussy and stroked her clit as she rocked her hips toward my hand. Figuring that neither of us would probably want to settle for manual relief, I pulled my mouth from hers.
"I can probably make you cum like this," I whispered into her ear, "or you can ride my cock."
"Cock," she replied, then started to move. I slipped my hand from her panties and tasted her juices on my finger as she got up on her knees and removed my shorts and underwear. She pumped my cock briefly before reaching under her skirt to slide her panties down. Once she got those off, she straddled me and guided my cock to her pussy as I raised her skirt to watch as my cock slipped into her just below her trim, light brown bush. We both moaned as she lowered herself onto my tool and, as she started to slowly ride up and down, I let the hem of her skirt drop and slipped my hands back up under her top. I felt her tits bouncing as she rode me so I raised her shirt and watched them for a moment, admiring her large areolas and hard nipples, before placing my hands on them.
I looked up at Irene's face as I fondled her tits, feeling a sense of contentment even though I was fucking my friend's girlfriend. How ironic that, if he hadn't helped to build the room we were in, we might not be in this position. She looked as happy as I felt as she bounced up and down on my tool so I was not feeling the least bit guilty about it. What I was feeling was an incredible amount of pleasure as a result of her hot, slippery pussy sliding up and down my tool. I had definitely fantasized about being in this position before so I was really savoring the opportunity to actually not only fuck her but to get my hands on her succulent tits and check out various naked parts of her hot body. I was definitely going to get a look at her bare ass, too, before this incident came to a close.
The longer she rode me, the harder she was humping against my cock and the hotter her pussy was feeling. She remained upright, which was fine with me because it meant that I could continue to both fondle and admire her bouncing titties. The light was getting brighter with each passing minute, which made even more detail visible as my eyes roamed over either her tits or her face since not much more of her was exposed. She'd closed her eyes but the smile remained on her face until she seemed to be right on the verge of cumming when her expression transformed into something more reflective of intense pleasure. I knew that feeling because I was experiencing the same thing, though I wasn't quite on the verge of cumming yet, myself. Her pace continued to increase until she suddenly gasped and a shiver seemed to rack her body. She stopped moving and just sat on my cock as her orgasm coursed through her. I continued to gently caress her tits as she came, smiling and feeling pleased that I was able to help her feel such obviously intense pleasure.
"I'd like to suck your cock now," she said when she'd finally recovered and had opened her eyes again.
"Would you mind if I licked your pussy while you do?" I asked, with mock politeness and formality.
In answer to my inquiry, she repositioned herself over me in a sixty-nine so that her trim, light brown bush was above my face. I pushed her skirt up around her waist to let the light in and admired her pussy as she grasped my cock and pumped it before wrapping her lips around it. I moaned as her hot mouth engulfed my cock and just lay there relishing it while running my hands over her ass. When I finally raised my head and ran my tongue along her slit, I felt her moan reverberating against my cock but she never slowed down in sucking it. I slurped up the juices she was still producing in abundance before slipping a finger into her and starting to pump it in and out as I licked and sucked her clit. My free hand was either roaming over her ass or reaching down to cup her dangling breast as I commenced voraciously eating her pussy.
