In part 1, Rick and Carol met for drinks. They were good friends in high school... but a little get together became something more. Part 2 led to more heat, and some surprising feelings for Rick. Does Carol feel something more as well, or are they just messing around and having great sex? It's late... but there's plenty of time left in the night...
Chapter 03: Hotels & BJs
I knew we were almost there when we turned off the highway again. Carol looked at me, "So... are you gonna cum in my mouth if I give you a blow job again?"
As I'd been thinking about the sex again, my dick had gotten hard. Now, it got even more excited. "Yes." I felt like that's all I needed to say.
"Good, because that's what I want." Good. That's what she'd said to me. She wanted me to cum in her mouth. We'd just had truly incredible sex and now she wanted me to cum in her mouth. I tried to think if a girl I'd been with had ever told me that before. I didn't have a ton of experience, but now that I thought of it, one girlfriend had said she really liked giving me blowjobs, and liked it when I came in her mouth. But... we had been dating for a long time. This thing with Carol, it was all happening so fast. And yet, we'd known each other forever. I tried not to overreact as erotic thoughts flooded my brain.
I imagined being in her hotel room, on her bed, my dick in her mouth. I was cumming hard and she was taking all my sperm and swallowing it. In my mind she was enjoying it as the hot sperm coated her mouth and filled it up, forcing her to swallow quickly as she took another shot, and another, and another.
Was that what she was saying? That she'd felt me spasm inside her and she wanted to feel that in her mouth, take it, swallow it? Or was she just saying she wanted to make me feel good? Am I thinking about this too much? She'd been very open with me so far about what she wanted, what she felt. She'd probably let me know. I needed to stop thinking too hard. Or too much.
We pulled into the parking lot of her hotel, a seemingly high end Holiday Inn. We got out of the car and she led the way to her room. I couldn't help watching her every step. Now that I knew what was going on beneath those clothes, my eyes were glued to her ass. Carol walked up the stairs, I followed, but all I saw was her butt crammed into those tight pants. I bit my lip as her butt swayed from side to side and all my mind saw was her naked body, writhing beneath me....
Before I knew it we were at her door. She had to get my attention by coughing. Carol had definitely caught me staring. I made a point of slowly moving my eyes from her butt, up her body, pausing at her chest and then meeting her eyes. "Shall we?" she said.
"Of course!" I laughed as she opened the door with her key card. Feeling emboldened and horny I gave her a little, light spank on the rear as she entered the room. Her room was big, clearly she had splurged on her trip. It had a full living room type area, a small kitchen, and a huge bed. It may have been the biggest hotel room I had ever been in. "Wow, nice room."
"For real. My mom booked the place and paid for it, she wanted me to have someplace comfortable to stay for my trip home. Said she wanted me to be able to entertain some guests, although... I don't think this is what she had in mind."
"No? You don't think mom wanted you to fuck your best friend in the parking lot of your old high school and then bring him here?"
"Is that what we did? HMMMM?? Did we fuck?"
I put my arms around Carol and kissed her. "What else would you call it?"
Carol didn't say anything, just kissed me again. She pulled away from our embrace and turned on the television, then sat down on the coach. I guess she was right, there were a lot of things we could call it, but... best not to think too much about that right now.
I shrugged as she relaxed on the cushions and watched the television. She seemed to have an idea as she stood up and went into the kitchen. Carol removed two beers, handed me one, and then sat back down. I tasted mine, a Blue Moon, and set it down. I decided to make myself comfortable. I took off my shirt, pants, and socks and sat down next to Carol on the couch in just my red boxer briefs. Like it was totally normal, like we had been together a thousand times. Carol laughed, looked my underwear, patted my crotch and then turned back to the TV.
"Decided to make yourself at home, huh?" Carol said. I pretended to be bored, I grabbed my phone out of my pants pocket and began checking my twitter feed. Scrolling through it like I didn't have anything special going on.