All characters are at least 18 years old.
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Our overnight bags were already in the guest room. Lexi must've brought them in while we were at the club. She yawned and stretched.
"Alright, goodnight, you two," she said with lazy contentment. "Don't stay up too late. Or do." With a wink, she retreated to her own room, just like that.
"Definitely need a shower," I muttered. We were both wearing a layer of sweat from dancing, and I was anxious to peel my shirt off.
"You go first," Brie suggested.
"We're not going together?"
She flushed, biting her lip. "'Y'know, it *is* possible to shower separately. I have some... stuff to take care of."
"Okay..." I drawled, narrowing my eyes. I wondered what she was up to. Maybe hop into the shower halfway through again? Nope. I brushed my teeth, chuckling inside at the idea that we had our own toothbrushes here.
I carried my balled-up discarded clothes back to the bedroom, tossing them onto the bag next to the bed. Brie carried her duffel with her to the bathroom. The whole bag?
I shrugged and hopped into bed in just my underwear, reflecting on the evening. We had danced for far longer than I thought. It was well past midnight when Lexi picked us up. Speaking of which, how did she know about Taboo? It was a famous club, sure, notorious for being picky about their clientele and yet still staying afloat despite how few people they let in. Having been inside, it didn't seem they were making a killing on drinks either, so honestly I was still mystified. Something deeper, most likely. Deeper than I wanted to think about.
But Lexi knew how to get us in. It made me wonder how much planning she had put into hooking me and Brie up. How long had she known? Did one of us give away our attraction for each other even before all of this started? Given how well she read people, I wouldn't have been surprised.
The door opened, and Brie stepped in. The lights were already off, but I didn't need them to see the preparations Brie was talking about.
She was wearing the red babydoll from the clothing store she worked at. She looked like a goddess as she slowly made her way over, swaying her hips seductively. She crawled into bed, climbing up until she was straddling me. Her raven hair was down, rolling across her shoulders like silk the color of midnight. My mouth felt both dry and moist all at once, and I shuffled back until I was sat up against the headboard. She seated herself on my thighs, the earlier display of confidence crumbling into a bashful pile of detritus.
I ran my fingers through her hair, still a bit damp from the shower but feeling glossy from being freshly conditioned. One of my hands climbed up her neck and cupped her cheek, my thumb massaging her pillowy lips. I slipped it inside, and she looked at me in astonishment before sucking on the digit, running her tongue along its pad. I groaned in satisfaction, my other hand following her hair down her back to hold her waist. With help from a lift of my knees, I scooted her closer to me, then let my hand slip under the thin fabric of her lingerie to caress her creamy skin.
She moaned at my touch, still suckling on my thumb. I drew her in and withdrew the finger, replacing it with my tongue. Very carefully, I twisted us around until I was the one on top and between her legs. She looked up at me, hair spilling across the pillow like a dark halo. I couldn't resist kissing her again, pulling myself free of my boxers as I did so. I straightened up and she looked down at my length expectantly.
Without a word exchanged, I shuffled up until I was astride her chest, my sex hovering just inches from her face. She bit her lip as she eyed it, then looked up at me before leaning up to take me into her mouth. I rolled my head back and shuddered, a breathy gasp escaping my lips. Her tongue glided and curled around my tip while she pulled me closer. I had to steady myself against the headboard, my hips thrusting forward involuntarily. With her lying down, it was an awkward angle and she gagged easily. She coughed and thick spittle shot out along my cock, and I withdrew to let her breathe. After collecting herself she settled for licking along the shaft, spreading saliva over every inch.
I turned around, my manhood now better aligned with her throat, and prodded her lips. She took me in again and I leaned down to return the favor, propping myself up on my elbows and using my fingers to pull her panties aside and expose her clit. My first lick earned a whimper, and as I continued, her own ministrations on me became distracted and simplistic as she focused on the pleasure I was giving her. Her panties were drenched already, and I diligently lapped up her nectar before turning my attention back to her folds.
Her hands were hooked onto my thighs to steady herself, since her trembling was growing worse as she approached orgasm. Not so fast, missy. I stopped abruptly, pulling myself free from her mouth with a slurp. We were panting, and I turned back around to face her, kneeling between her legs.
"Condom?" she managed.
Fuck. *Fuck*. Fucked fucking fuck.
"I don't..."
I scratched my head sheepishly, and she looked at me like I was the dumbest person alive. She threw herself back on the pillow with a sigh.
"How are we supposed to... without a condom?"
We ruminated on it for a moment.
"I could pull out just before..." I suggested.
"Doesn't precum have sperm too?"
I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose. "Is it a safe day?"
Brie paused, eyes distant. I couldn't tell if she was counting or if she was considering whether this was a good idea. "Yeah. But there's always a risk."
"God damn it," I growled, moving to stand. I did a quick search of the room. In all her preparations, Lexi hadn't provided a box of rubbers. You'd have thought out of anything, she would've remembered that. Not that I was one to talk. "Maybe we should just..." I sighed and shook my head, then reached for my boxers.
"No." She caught me by surprise. "Let's just... Make sure you pull out in time, alright?" She jabbed a finger in my direction, and I studied her before nodding. We were doing this.
I climbed back on top of her, giving her a questioning look to ask if she was sure about this. She nodded, not looking at me but down where we were to become one. I leaned down and began kissing her, long and tender osculations that saw us moaning quietly to each other. She tensed when I pressed my tip against her core, which was slick with her arousal. Her fingers pressed into my back, and her thighs were flexing around my hips. I began pushing in, and she whimpered as I entered her. I felt some resistance and paused, pulling away to look at her. Her maidenhead. Brie really was all mine.
I felt a surge of lust and had to violently suppress it in fear of suddenly ravaging her. She looked up at me, eyes wide and innocent, filled with trepidation and hope.
"Third wish," she whispered. "Give me your love for the rest of our lives."
I couldn't help but chuckle. "You always did go overboard with your wishes. That's a tall order."
