Mary and I didn't speak again for a few days afterwards. As hot as it was having phone sex with her, she was still my younger brother's girlfriend. A little flirting had gotten out of hand and we had agreed that it shouldn't happen again.. Fun is fun, but some things are just not kosher, right? Neither of us wanted to hurt John...but (and of course) hot phone sex is just the sort of thing to make one want more, isn't it?
I stopped in looking for John. Looking back I probably knew he wouldn't be there, but one lies to oneself where one can. Mary offered me a cup of coffee and I sat down at the kitchen table. As she prepped the coffee machine I let my eyes slide over that totally perfect ass. There's no way to describe it - inverted heart...soft, firm, perfection...Christ, to see that ass made you certain why God put denim in the hands of Levi Strauss. I felt a tingle in my balls as my cock started to harden, imagining Mary with her jeans around her ankles, masturbating for me on the phone...imagining that ass kneeling before me as I fucked my brother's hot girlfriend. I gently squeezed my cock through my pants beneath the table.
Everyone is psychic. You know it's true as well as I do. When someone is staring at your ass and thinking, "I want to swallow you whole," you can FEEL it. Mary caught me checking out her butt.
She smiled, as if pleased at the power she knew she wielded over men just by shifting her hips.
"I've been feeling bad about what happened the other day," she said quietly.
"Don't feel bad about it, Mary," I replied, "We had this discussion. A little fantasy fun between consenting adults. Doesn't have to happen again."
Mary brought the coffee to the table and sat across from me. "I know," she said, looking me straight in the eye, "and it WAS fun, wasn't it?"
"You want the truth?" I asked. Mary nodded.
I knew I was going to tell her a little more than she was expecting, so I spoke quietly.
"It was the best sex I've had in years. I would hate for you to feel bad about that moment we shared. The truth is, I've been thinking about it ever since. The truth is....whenever I think about talking to you on the phone, I get so hard it hurts."
I looked up. Mary's pupils were the size of dinner plates and her breathing was noticeably shallow.
I lowered my voice to almost a whisper. "I want to do it again. In fact, Mary, I'm throbbing hard right now."
Mary's mouth opened in surprise, "Are you really?"
I slid my chair back and stood up. My cock had been pressed against my thigh while I was sitting, but as I rose from the chair I was SO hard it angled over across my thigh behind my right pocket, lifting the entire right side of the front of pants into a massive tent.
Mary exhaled and I saw her nipples swell dramatically. I want to say that again - dramatically. I'm a huge fan of nipples. Truth be told, I prefer smaller breasts - have always found big ones to be simply...floppy.
But breast size notwithstanding, nipples are the thing. Sensitive nipples. I love women with responsive, sensitive nipples and Mary's were, as I said, dramatic. She was only wearing a light tee shirt, so I was already aware that she was not wearing a bra. But when she saw my cock bulging inside my pants, I swear her nipples swelled visibly...I mean, I watched them swell...they began growing, puffing, swelling...call it whatever you want...and in the span of four seconds sand-dollar size areolas were standing out from Mary's small, firm breasts with eraser point nipples tilted skyward against the fabric.
I began stroking my cock through my pants right in front of her. I knew she was wet and I had a good idea what she liked.
"This is what I was doing the other day, Mary, when I was hot for you - stroking my cock just like this. Does that turn you on?"
"Fuck, YES!" Mary breathed, "but we can't do this. I already feel guilty about what we did. I'm dating your brother!"
