A week had passed since my first threesome, and my mind was still whirling over it. It was almost all I thought about. I could still taste Mike's kisses...and the memory of his touch had branded me.
A lot of firsts had been thrown upon me in the past few weeks, and I was dying for Friday. I wanted more.
I would be staying with Charlotte again, as it seemed to be our new custom. Maybe I would even see Mike. I wouldn't dare mention him to Charlotte unless she brought it up though, I didn't need her mad at me... again.
Of course when Friday came, it crept slow as ever. These experiences had made my dreary little job even more unsatisfying, and I was dying to get out. I wanted to smash the clock as it slowly marched it's spherical stride. When I couldn't look at one more form, it was finally time to leave. My head was pounding from the stress I ignited, so I would have to do something about that before heading over to Charlotte.
Once home, I slipped into a bath. The warm, sensuous lift of the water flooded my mind with pleasure, and I was finally able to relax. Mindlessly my hand slipped between my legs. I was so horny, but I had to stop myself. I needed that kick to fuel my desires. When knowing satisfaction was coming, I loved being horny.
Then, while drying off, I realized I had not received a call from Charlotte all day. Perhaps I was too presumptuous to assume that we would spend every weekend together. I became a bit worried; even more so when she did not answer my call. I wondered if I should even go over at all. Maybe she wasn't home. Maybe...no...
Tom...he came sifting through my thoughts like an evil plague. Charlotte wouldn't do something like that...not after such a fuss over my liking of Mike...would she? I mean...it wasn't really my business, Charlotte had said herself that we were just trying things out. Although, she was mad then....but still, she could do whatever she wanted. 'So could I', I told myself...anger of the potential situation burst through my veins, and I became 'bold' Maggie, as I had now been referring to myself. No one would ever guess on the type of things I had done...or was capable of. Sometimes I felt as if stuck in a chapter of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
I quickly dressed, and drove much faster then I should have over to her place. I was about to knock when I heard a voice I recognized.
"Hey Maggie." Mike was sitting on his little stoop, hidden by the wall of Charlotte's lower level doorway.
"Have you seen Charlotte? Why are you sitting out here all alone?" I asked doubly, inviting myself to sit beside him.
"Yeah, she's inside," he motioned to his house, which I thought was a bit odd, not yet putting things together, "and I needed some fresh air...and, well...it's not as, loud out here."
"What are you talking abou...oh." It hit me, and I half chuckled. A fire burned through my belly into my cheeks. I wasn't sure if it was excitement, or embarrassment...perhaps a bit of both....maybe even anger.
"Yeah..." He droned with a sigh, and then turned to stare at me. We locked eyes, then I turned away to hide my smile. "Maggie." He whispered seductively.
I felt his fingers against my knee and I turned back to him. Mike wasted no time. Those lips that I remembered so fondly were mingling with my own in a beautifully natural rhythm..."Charlotte's door is probably unlocked." I muttered against his mouth.
"Yeah..." he replied. Standing, Mike took my hand and lead me to the doorway. He was bold enough to think about doing this, but not enough to open her door. It's not like she would care...at least I hoped not. I hesitated only for a moment, and we shared an unsure glance. Ultimately, there was nothing to be unsure of...I mean, they were using his place...
"Fuck it, right?" He laughed at me as I pulled him through the door.
I was on fire like never before as we came closer and closer to the bed. Clothing fell from us, and our bare skin sparked against each other with every touch. All thoughts left me, I didn't care about anything. I just wanted him. Even if it was only for tonight, I didn't care.
Right at the edge he picked me up. He was so hard within his pants, and I wanted to feel him against me. I was so wet from thoughts of how he had felt inside me at our first encounter. The anticipation was killing me.
I devoured his mouth as if I had never had kisses, and he gave them back with a matched ferocity. My body trembled, no longer able to contain this force I held, and the only way of release was to voice it. Moans fed into him and he parted, dipping his weight upon me as we hit the bed.
"You're driving me crazy with those noises." He huffed against my neck, unbuttoning my jeans...pleasantly surprised that I wore nothing beneath them.
"Well, we can be crazy together then, 'cause I'm not sure how much more I can take of your...those hands." I moaned as his fingers probed my hot, wet pussy.
"I'm so hard." He teased, pulling the fabric past my knees, and I kicked them to the floor. The only thing keeping us from fucking was his pants. It was a wonder he still had them on. Mike had this...control in his sexual urges. He lacked such in normal situations. I couldn't understand it.
"Please...I want you to fuck me!" I pleaded as he stared at me, slowly ridding himself of restraints.
"What's my name?" He smirked.
"What? Mike!" I answered, and quickly repeated..."Mike."
"Good, I just wanted to make sure you knew who was fucking you."
"Lord...please Mike, just fuck me!" He laughed at me, parting my pussy lips with the hardness of his cock.
"What do you want, Maggie?" He was so different from the first time, and I wanted to kill him for teasing me... but at the same time, I loved what he was doing.
"Fuck me!"
"What was that?" He teased, just about entering me. Twirling and wetting his cock against my dripping pussy.
"Mike, fuck me, please...for fucks sake...please!" I begged, and that's what he wanted.
Finally, he entered me with one hard thrust. I voiced my approval, and he kissed my cheek, pulled out, and thrust in again. This was a new torture...he was fucking me so slowly..."Please Mike..." I whispered. He knew what I wanted, but he had ideas of his own...
"I want you to feel everything, and savor everything. Slow first...trust me, you'll love it."
I had no doubts... I did love it. He sucked on my lips in the rhythm of his fucking, grinding his body against me, and his cock into me. Deeper and deeper. I could feel him tensing, and I egged him on. "Faster." I told him, and he moaned into my neck, building speed. "That's right, faster Mike....fuck me harder." He listened now, his control ebbing toward the finale.
We were just about there...I could feel it...so hot and fierce....and then, something else...
"Whooo! Fuck that pussy!" A male's voice.
I half gasped, half moaned, but Mike's pace didn't falter, "ignore him, come on...cum for me Maggie." He tangled his hands through my hair, kissing my neck, "Please baby, cum for me."
"Come on Maggie, you can do it!" the voice called. I laughed, and the feeling was passing me by.
"Fuck Tom, stop being an asshole! Get the hell out'a here." He turned back to me in a whisper for my ears only, "Maggie, stay with me... look at me, and just cum, forget him." His voice was filled with the urge to release, and wanting the same, I complied.
I could just barely hear Charlotte and Tom as I blocked out the world, and held onto my powerful orgasm, giving it life. Mike was dying for release, holding onto it 'till the very end...and when he pulled out, h came instantly against my pussy lips, up onto my belly and breasts. He sighed heavily, and collapsed half against me. We were still recovering when I heard Tom's voice clearly again.
"Damn, Mike." He laughed, flopping upon the bed next to us. "Hello Maggie." He smirked, and I just smiled, trying to cover myself. "Don't be shy babe, no need for that, right Charlotte?"
"Yep." Is all she could manage. I'm not sure if she was in shock, or just tired, but it wasn't like her.
