[Note to the reader: This is the second part of a larger story. Read the first part, "The Best Lovers," before reading this, or the plot will not make sense.]
His soft but forceful hands melted the tension in her muscles as he caressed her back. Gentle tremors ran through her legs as they straddled his lap. Her straight hair hung like a curtain, brushing against his cheeks, as she rested her forehead against his. Hot breath filled the intimate space between their faces as she studied his perfect features, so familiar and yet revealing new subtleties every moment. With his wide, deep eyes locked on hers, she felt every nuance of her emotion reflected in his body.
His large, stiff, throbbing manhood slid gently along her soaked hole as she soared into fresh realms of ecstasy. Eagerly engulfing him, clinging to his rippling shoulders, her body shaking under the force of his thrusting, she rode him slowly and deeply. Her nose touched his, her eyelids fell, and her lips pressed softly into the warmth of his kiss.
Vibrations from his moaning floated over her tongue as his swollen member spurted hot juice, coating her insides. She sucked on his tongue as her pussy walls squeezed his pulsing head, coxing more cum from his rock hard dick. Shivers ran along her spine as his fingers dug into her back.
Nick turned in his drunken sleep, pulling the comforter off Jenny and interrupting her reverie. She glanced at her boyfriend's sleeping form as she yanked the blanket away from him. A moist feeling lingered between her legs as thoughts of Eric swirled in her restless mind. She searched herself for feelings of guilt or shame. She had never cheated before, and yet a few hours ago had sex with Eric while Nick was at a store, and barely got away with it. Who was this new Jenny, who brazenly seduced a lifelong friend in such a risky situation? She marveled at her own audacity, feeling exhilarated by her newfound confidence.
What amazed Jenny most was her utter lack of remorse. In some twisted way, Eric's wonderfully satisfying lovemaking seemed to justify her anger at Nick. Her eyes narrowed and her lips curled into a contemptuous smile as she watched her boyfriend sleeping.
"I deserve him," she whispered, knowing he couldn't hear a thing. "I deserve a lover like Eric. I don't deserve a useless drunk."
As the words echoed in her ears, she slid a hand slowly down her body, reaching into her panties and finding her moist clit. Eyes closed, body relaxed, memories of Eric flooded her mind as she rubbed herself. Ripples of pleasure spread through her like aftershocks of Eric's warm load exploding inside her. Soft sighs of satisfaction drifted from her lips as she took her time, pressing and rubbing her pleasure spot in precisely the right ways. Nick knew his way around her clit, but there were certain sensations only her fingers could elicit.
Jenny's eyes fell shut, ignoring Nick as she imagined Eric's lips on hers, his hands in her hair, his cock plunging deep into her. Her body tensed as she pressed her fingers into her clit, rubbing harder and faster, bringing herself to the brink. She opened her eyes to see Nick's sleeping face just as a soft groan erupted from her lips and her body shuddered with the delight of orgasm. Her pleasure peak intensified with the thrill of power she got from pleasing herself without Nick, as he lay ignorant next to her.
As her body relaxed and gave in to sleep, a smile crept over Jenny's lips. "Mmm, Eric," she breathed.
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"Jesus Christ," Eric muttered as he sped away from Jenny's house.
Her moans reverberated in his ears, her gorgeous face floated before his eyes, and his body shivered at the memory of her touch. He struggled to maintain focus on the road. During dinner, he had managed to push aside the more visceral memories of his seduction. Jenny's cooking helped, distracting him with a truly masterful array of Spanish flavors. But the meal spoke to him as clearly as Jenny's body had. With each mouthful, he tasted her many days of research and practice to recreate his beloved cuisine. What had possessed her to suddenly seduce him so completely?
Eric's composure in front of Nick, Amy, and Jimmy disintegrated when he got in his car. Alone on the road, his incredible sexual encounter devoured his consciousness just as Jenny had swallowed his hard cock in her sweet wet pussy. He watched helplessly as every detail replayed itself in his mind. He only became aware of the bulge in his pants when it grew to full size and pressed against the steering wheel.
The door to his modest one bedroom apartment barely clicked shut before Eric wrapped his hand around his stiff, warm cock. His body sank into his living room couch as he stroked himself slowly, squeezing his throbbing manhood. Vivid visions of Jenny's face tightened his hand as his eyes closed, drifting into a sweet memory.
The excitement of shooting his cum into his gorgeous friend drove his hand faster and faster over his shaft. He could almost feel her hot juices and tender flesh consuming him. Cum rising in his cock, he caressed the smooth head, his body twitching with pleasure. He opened his eyes, excited by how big his cock looked. He imagined Jenny's beautiful lips on his rod, her deep eyes gazing at him with desperate yearning. He remembered his cum spurting onto her soft cheek and her shapely nose. An involuntary gasp flew from his lips as he discharged, spewing warm liquid onto his chest. His wide eyes watched his bulging head expel squirt after squirt, wishing his cum was landing in Jenny's warm mouth.
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Jenny stood in the hall outside Eric's apartment the next day, her eyes darting nervously but seeing nothing. She swallowed audibly and knocked on the door, desperately fishing for something to say when it opened. She tried to contemplate the irreversible consequences of what she had done, but found her body still too erotically charged at the memory of Eric. The planning, the preparation, and the execution of seducing him had been thrilling. But she eventually realized her scheme failed to cover the next morning. Would she continue her affair? Would Eric want to? Was it all a mistake?
She had slipped out of bed, leaving Nick to sleep off the alcohol in the glow of the late-morning sun. She had almost felt sorry, his peaceful face reminding her of why she fell for him in the first place. But before the feeling could overtake her, she had crept silently out the door and into her car. It seemed like only a moment later that Eric's door swung open and his eyes pierced her, stopping her swirling thoughts dead in their tracks.
"Jenny," Eric blurted. "Uh, come in." He stepped aside to let her past, amazed that she looked even more beautiful than he recalled. He was garbed in nothing but boxer shorts and a t-shirt, having recently awoken. Jenny walked past him to the window as he considered putting proper pants on. Her dark hair caught the sunlight and seemed for a moment to be a continuation of it, and her entire shape a manifestation of heaven's glory.
"Fuck," she said, staring out at the quiet street. The word hung in the air.
"Yeah," Eric concurred. The tones of their monosyllabic exchange conveyed their mutual uncertainty. Jenny turned to look at Eric. His face was calm, still unshaven, and still retained the trusting sweetness she had cherished during their long friendship. But a new serene confidence in his eyes had replaced the perpetual heartache. His gaze washed over her anxious body, and she knew in an instant he had no regrets.
"We need to have a talk," Jenny ventured, leaning against the windowsill. Eric tried not to stare too obviously at her legs extending down from her knee-length skirt, or her perfectly proportioned breasts peaking out from her shirt.
"Yeah, I suppose we do," Eric agreed.
"Last night, I was –" Jenny stopped short as her eyes drifted down Eric's chest, asserting itself through his tight t-shirt, to his half-erect cock bulging noticeably in his boxers. She laughed, a sweet musical laugh, and put a hand to her mouth in embarrassment. Or was it excitement?
"Oh," Eric mumbled as he looked down. "I'm uh..." Jenny laughed even more as his eyes went wide with innocent embarrassment, and then gave way to mirth. He too started laughing, his posture relaxing somewhat as the tension in the room dissipated.
