I got up and walked into the loft, found the kitchen and fixed myself a glass of water. Ecstasy made one thirsty. Your heart beats faster, your temperature rises and dehydration is a serious thing to worry about. I stood by the sink, and sipped my water, enjoying being alone for once. Everyone else appeared to be occupied. The moaning of men and women surrounded me as did the creaking of bed springs and furniture.
"Can I have some?"
I turned, and standing there in the doorway leading to the main bedroom, naked as the day she was born, was Teresa.
"Hi."
She looked gorgeous. She's always looked gorgeous. Her mid-length blonde hair framed the face of an angel. Perfect, champagne glass tits crowned by small, hard nipples that sat proudly on a dancer's frame, flowing down to a pert arse and a pair of rounded hips framing a riotous tangle of blonde pubic hair . Looking at her, I needed no further reminders of why our breakup still left a dull ache in my heart.
It seemed like it was so long ago that we were together in college, fucking like rabbits and being young and carefree. Then we made friends in the city, got to know Justin and Quentin and everyone else. We had gone to such a small school, that being in a new crowd, with amazing and attractive people, who liked us in return was novel and dazzling. Yet, at the same time, we could feel ourselves getting distracted, letting the novelty of our early infatuation fade and then be replaced by the people that we saw around us.
It started harmlessly enough, having sex in Teresa's dorm. I had fallen behind on shaving, cultivating a bit of stubble and she teased me about how it felt like Malcolm's goatee.
"Oh, I think you'd like that, wouldn't you? I've seen the way you look at him."
"And I've seen the way you look at Olivia."
"If you close your eyes, I could rub my chin against your cheek and you can pretend it's him."
And so she did, and I lowered my voice a bit to pretend it was his, and I felt her pussy spasm with an urgency that I hadn't felt in a while. Later, in other evenings, Teresa showed up with a wig, a wig of long hair and she returned the favor. She blindfolded me one night and let the wig glide across my chest, letting me imagine that it was Olivia leaned over me. It was just fun. Roleplaying and fantasizing. It didn't mean anything is what we told ourselves.
But neither of us really believed that. In time, the roleplaying gave way to suspicion, and when I saw Teresa flirting with Malcolm, I feared the worst but just turned that jealousy into a self fulfilling prophecy. By accusing her of being unfaithful and showing that I couldn't trust her, I just gave Teresa more reason to lose faith in me. It took a while for me to realize my mistake, and for Teresa to see how her harmless flirting wasn't so harmless after all. Eventually, once the damage was done and we had broken up, Teresa and I came to our senses and became friends again. We both had Jess to thank for that.
Now, Teresa approached me as I offered the glass of water to her. As she came closer, I could see the unsteadiness in her stride and the way her pubic hair glistened with moistness; and while she knew the direction of my gaze, she made no move to hide her state.
"How are you doing?" she asked. We both realized that wasn't just a plain question.
"I'm fine. Looking after myself."
Teresa smiled as she said, "yeah, Tim told me that Jessica's seems to be taking pretty good care of you."
"And has Malcolm been taking good care of you?"
She blushed then and replied, "you could say that ..."
"Really? Tell me about it."
And so she told me about how Malcolm and Justin had stripped her naked in front of everyone in the party, and how they had taken turns fingering both her pussy and ass at the same time. Then after she was driven to climax, Malcolm had bound her wrists behind her, left her lying down, helpless. That's when he took her from behind. And when he had finished, he moved aside while someone else penetrated her cunt, then another, then another. At some point, she could feel someone else slip a meaty cock between her lips and fuck her mouth until he was satisfied, showering her face and neck with his hot and sticky semen.
"It was a seemingly never ending stream of cocks," Teresa said. "I kind of knew when it was Malcolm or Justin, and Francis with that piercing ... holy shit. But I lost track after a while, hard to maintain coherence with all of what was going on.
"The only thing I was fairly sure of," she said, now looking at me with a longing gaze, "was that you weren't one of them."
My own cock had hardened considerably during the telling of her tale. I had always known how many of my male friends lusted after Teresa, and had always felt that to be a point of pride. Now, as she had described, in lewd detail, how she had let herself be used; and the eagerness by which it all had transpired, I let my arousal take over. With a low growl, I rushed her naked form and pushed her back onto the dinner table. She yelped at the unexpected aggression, caught off-guard by my eagerness, but giving herself over to it as I seized her shapely thighs and pulled her towards me and my waiting cock.
We had both dispensed with foreplay at this point, and Teresa moaned in loud bliss as I entered her in one easy stroke, her semen soaked pussy providing ample lubrication for my meaty penis . As I stroked my way into her heaving, spasming vagina, Teresa fucked me in return, grasping the other edge of the table for leverage and wrapping her legs around my hips, so that her groin could meet every one of my thrusts.
Beneath us, the table heaved in rhythmic creaking; which was the only sound aside from our mutual grunting. Beneath me, Teresa's pert tits quivered with each stroke, her nipples turgid and aroused. Her smile was equally large, teeth almost feral and wild, as she worked herself to a new, inexorable climax.
Given our pace, it didn't take long to arrive. When it did, her vagina contracted almost violently, threatening to squeeze the blood from my cock and holding it immobile. Her back arched, arse lifting from the table surface; accompanied, by a deep, marvelous screaming release. Then, grasping me still with her sturdy thighs, I could feel her rotating her groin against my captive cock, corkscrewing herself around me as she sought to milk my pleasure. It was an old trick that she used on me before, and it's always worked. And with a deep, bellowing groan, I showed her that it still worked.
