I'd like to thank PrincessErin for her comments on this story.
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(Erica's POV:)
"Come here." He followed me to the bed and sat down. I leaned into him, ready for a kiss.
"I missed you today. I wanted to spend tonight with you. I have to go into work...but not for a little while." He was silent. I grazed his arm with my breast and kissed his stubbly cheek.
I really wanted him to go down on me, he was very good at it. This pressure between my legs had been building all day, like a knot getting wound tighter and tighter. I wondered if he thought of having me all day.
"Too bad you have to work, Erica. I had so many plans for us..." He smiled mischievously. I kissed him hard on the mouth then pulled away. I didn't really want to have sex before going to work, it would make me too tired...but God, did I need release. He would do it for me, I'd just have to guide him.
"Will you kiss me special before I have to get ready?" He nodded. I felt like a bitch, it had probably been a couple weeks since I went down on him.
"Wanna be on top?" I placed my tongue between his lips, touched his for an electric instant. I thought that I probably should just woman up and suck him, but my jaw didn't open very wide and he was too thick. Maybe I felt a little lazy and was just rationalizing.
"Baby, could you just do me? I promise I'll return the favor tomorrow." He smiled funny, he would do it. I think I was a good girlfriend. I deserved him.
I pulled my pants off, didn't bother with my top, laid back on my pillows with my feet flat on the bed. He leaned over and kissed me, put his hand on my thigh. God, my fat thighs, he probably thought of me as his 'slightly chubby' girlfriend. I moved his hand up to my breast.
"You like my panties?" They had little bears on them. He moved over me and kissed my neck above my blouse collar.
"I like what's in 'em." I had nice hair, it was darker than most girls with pale skin, my cute heart-shaped butt was just as nice... I mean, I could pull another guy that was as good looking as him, one that was older, wealthier, but I saw myself as having his babies.
He made enough that I could stay home if I wanted, we could get a second house down south or near the beach... He ran his fingers down my slit, over my panties. I shivered, closed my eyes, lifted my hips slightly.
"You wanna take them off me, Stephen?" I felt his hands on my hips, the fabric as it pulled away from my damp puss. My panties tickled my thighs as he took them off. So good, the presentation, the way he looked at my naked lips each time they were uncovered. I got bikini waxes through winter. It was such a small thing to do, but staying immaculate down there could make up for a whole lot. I couldn't cook.
"Oh, fuck...very, very good." I was spread, he was between with his face buried in my crotch. It usually took a while to get into it. He'd be down there doing what I liked, but I'd be thinking about my smell or taste and whether he liked it or just dealt with it.
It wasn't horrible, some girls were a lot worse, some were probably better. He closed his eyes while he licked me. I couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing, maybe he was thinking of another girl's pussy. That little nineteen-year-old, Jess... I bet she smelled like candy, hopefully he'd never find out.
"Ah shit, Stephen, right there!" He was doing some great pattern over my clit with his tongue, rubbing the back of his fingers over my lips. I had a hand in his hair, was pushing him into me, forgetting everything for a few moments. He was definitely mine, there were other girls around, but I was the one sharing a bed with him every night.
When I was sixteen I thought I'd already be married with a kid at twenty-seven. I didn't think I was ready, he was a year younger so he probably wasn't either. I guess I was just sort of waiting for it to be an accident with him, get pregnant and get married. I figured that was the path we were on, sometimes I even hoped that the condom might break to speed things up.
Fortunately, he was very good at getting a condom on each time he entered. Maybe that was because he didn't want to have kids though, or maybe just not with me. We never really talked about it.
He looked up at me, smiled with his chin glistening. It wouldn't take long for me to come. I raised my legs off the bed, spread more for him. He dove back in, licked and sucked on my labia, tried to push his tongue into me. I couldn't make him...but I wanted him to lick further down. I would just explode if he gave me a few down my crack. I couldn't ask, that'd be too much, maybe if I was sucking him I'd ask. I guess I could hint.
I rubbed my clit while he worked on my puss. Slowly, I brought my hand lower over my wet lips, he moved his mouth away to watch, then I did it. I ran my slick hand down my perineum and into my crack right over my asshole. It was so obvious and dirty, I loved it. I liked showing off for him, letting him know I was kinkier. I moved back up to my clit and ran my fingers in circles.
"Back to work!" He chuckled at my command then went back to it. Licking my folds, but not venturing lower. I was bummed, figured he wasn't interested when I felt the snail trail beneath my opening and then gently into my crack.
I was wrong, it only took one graze of his tongue over my anus to send me over the edge. I arched into him, thrashed and came as hard as I could remember. He held one of my thighs to keep my legs from clamping too tightly around his head. He would kiss my saturated lips as my thighs shook around his ears.
"Thanks, Baby, that was exactly what I needed." I looked down at him between my legs for a minute, watched my thighs shake now and then from the after shocks. I guess I couldn't smell too bad if he was still down there when the show was over.
"Do you love me, Stephen?" He got up on his elbows and kissed me sweet, caressed my cheek.
"I love you, Erica, no doubt."
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(Jessie's POV:)
"Stephen, spot me?" He was gorgeous, best friends with my brother, but he was serious with this just average looking bitch. I worked out with him all the time, which was easy because I worked at the gym. I knew he'd dump her eventually, because she was a selfish witch, then we'd be together. I wanted him since I was barely pubescent. I knew he'd been looking at me more than any of the other girls running on their stupid treadmills.
"Jessie, you gonna go with some weights this time?" I'd only lifted the men's bar last time, which was kind of a pointless exercise for me, because I didn't really want to bench press. Then again, the point of it was to get his crotch as close to my face as possible.
"Maybe ten pounds." He got the bar ready, secured the donut-sized weights while I got on my back. The only negative thing was my boobs looked too small when I was laying down. They were small, but their perkiness made up for their size in all other situations.
We'd been doing cardio, totally sweaty, so when he bent down to help me with the bar I could totally smell his crotch, that acrid musk. It was so dirty and nasty that I almost let the bar fall on my chest, he caught it and steadied me.
I did a few sets of five just to make it look good, then watched him do his own with enough weight to make it interesting. I stood behind him, but both of us knew I wasn't really spotting him. He probably didn't know I was staring at his bulge the whole time. I mean, mesh shorts? The bench was made for full bulge on display. It was so skanky getting aroused while being sweaty from exercise, but it was the closest I could get to the experience of sex with him.
"Hey, how come you didn't come by last night for basketball?" We played once a week, it was mostly staff.
"Sorry, I forgot to call. Erica wanted to go to the movies."
"What'd you see?"
"It was terrible, 19th century women crying the whole time." I knew what he was talking about.
"You missed basketball for that?" Really, I only stayed after work for basketball because I knew he'd be there. He loved basketball. I'd usually find a way to sit out after about ten minutes and just watch him and talk to him for the rest of the hour.
"Sometimes you gotta take one for the team, Jess."
